#we'll see how i feel about this in the morning though lmao

[rubymariebutler]

✶ 𝟕𝟑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: american actress and model, y/n butler, takes vogue inside her beautiful palm springs home and answers 73 questions.

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader

faceclaim: none, but yael shelbia to me

tags: age gap (23/33), priscilla actress!reader, marriage, kids, reader and austin are parents of a baby girl and a baby boy, mentions of other celebrities, reader is an elvis defender and a critic of priscilla, here reader and austin won their respective oscars for elvis, austin doesn't really appear here but he's mentioned all the time so

ruby notes: writing this was really fun for me. if you're a priscilla fan, this might not be to your liking, but if you read anyway, i hope you enjoy the reading. this is just reader being obsessed with austin, so maybe everyone will feel identified here lmao

"hey, y/n!" the cameraman greets you as soon as you open the thick wooden door of your palm springs home.

"hi." you greet him animatedly with a sweet smile, bowing your head in a friendly manner.

"i came here to ask you 73 questions very, very quickly."

you nod, stepping aside to let him inside. "okay. 73 questions is a lot, let's see how fast we can do this."

he walks through the door and the camera follows you as you walk naturally, dressed comfortably in a cool, loose-fitting dress. the living room, open, spacious and elegant, is the first thing the camera catches as you enter your home, but you avoid that area for now and the camera follows you into the kitchen.

"what did you do for the first 30 minutes of your day?"

an amused smile forms on your lips and, without stopping your steps, you look at the camera for a moment. "i stayed in bed, hugging my husband like a koala bear."

behind the camera, the cameraman smiles. "well, that sounds pretty comfortable. are all your mornings like that?"

"when neither of us has to work, yes."

"what gets you out of bed?"

"my kids. if they weren't there, i'd stay in bed with my husband for the rest of the day."

"what do you usually do on lazy days?" he asks you, moving a little away from you to circle the island.

"not leave the house. i just stay in bed, with my husband and kids."

"what's keeping you busy these days?"

"being a wife and mom." you reply, laughing. "that's a full-time job." you say as you head to the fridge to pull out a pitcher of cold water and pour into a glass.

"thank you." he says to you, across the marble island, as you set the glass of water down in front of him. "what's the most exciting thing in life right now?"

"being a wife and a mom." you laugh again.

"why did you and austin name your daughter alyssa?"

you open your mouth and smile, excited. "oh my god, i love this question." you squeal, excited. "well, i'm a huge fan of the universe of a song of ice and fire, and one of my favorite characters is princess alyssa targaryen. austin loved it, so we decided that would be our baby's name, even though he calls her lyssa."

"like lisa marie?"

you shake your head. "no. like lyssa drak."

"what's your favorite character from a song of ice and fire?"

"rhaenyra targaryen." you reply, putting the pitcher of water back in the fridge.

"we'll talk about your daughter." he says, to which you nod with a smile. "let's talk about your son now. his name is elvis, we all know why, but who decided on that name?"

you blink and take a breath, before answering. "it was a mutual decision, actually. we both liked that name and were fine with our son being called that, but it was lisa marie who started it all. before she passed away, we told her the news that i was pregnant again and she said she would love our son to be named after her father. and.... well, she didn't get to meet him, but i'm sure she would have loved him."

"elvis is a great name."

"it is." you reply, laughing and nodding.

"what's the movie you've worked on that you're most fond of?"

"i love all the movies i've worked on. oppenheimer and dune were amazing, but elvis will always have a special place in my heart." you approach him again, looking into the camera with a knowing smile. "i don't think i need to tell you why."

"surely not." he answers you, because no, you don't need to say anything, everyone knows why elvis is so special. "speaking of elvis, priscilla presley and sofia coppola wanted you to bring the king's wife back to life in her biopic. why didn't you?"

"creative differences." you answer flippantly, as if it was no big deal, even though it was at the time.

you had already read priscilla's book, and no, you weren't happy with all the lies written there, but it was reading the script for her movie that made you distance yourself; you wanted nothing to do with it.

"if you had played priscilla again, this time in her movie, do you think you could have won another oscar?"

"we'll never know." you say with a smile, shrugging.

"of all the roles you've played, which is your favorite?"

"cassiopeia." you answer immediately, without hesitation. cassiopeia, your character in dune 2, is your favorite, by far. "she's so sensual and mysterious and a girl boss. i love her."

"you have two movies coming out soon, but is there a new genre you'd like to work in or a character you'd like to play?"

"i want to do something horror." you clasp your hands together, interlocking your fingers. "i love horror, it's my favorite genre, and i'd really like to work on something like that."

"do you have any favorite horror movies?"

"talk to me and ready or not."

"i think you'd make a great scream queen."

you squeal excitedly, still smiling. "i think so too!"

"of the movies you're working on that are coming out, which one are you most looking forward to?"

"all of them." you start moving to get out of the kitchen. he circles the isle to follow you. "eddington and caught stealing are brilliant films and i'm excited for the world to be able to see and enjoy them. and i work on both with my husband, so that makes it even more exciting."

"what's the best thing about being married to someone who shares your profession?"

"understanding, probably. being inside the same world, we understand things and situations that a person outside of this job wouldn't be able to understand very easily."

"you're quite wise."

you smile at the camera, sweet and excited. "thank you, i learned that from my husband and pinterest." he laughs.

he laughs. "i read phrases on pinterest too and use them to give advice, so i'm not gonna judge you. other than elvis, you and austin have worked together on four movies. how easy is that?"

"actually, it makes everything easier." you respond with a smile. the camera follows you as you walk into the living room and sit on the big L-shaped couch. "for everything. i mean, putting aside that all of our characters are romantically related and our chemistry is natural, it's... the presence of each other, you know... just knowing that austin is there, it makes me feel comfortable and safe. working with him makes everything easier, in every way."

"how does it feel to have so much chemistry with your husband, that directors ask to have them in their movies together?"

you feel your cheeks warm, and you don't have to look in the mirror to know you're blushing. "well, it's certainly very flattering."

"we know you're a big fan of lana del rey. what are your top 5 favorite songs?"

"mmm..." you hum, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before looking back at the camera. "young and beautiful, cinnamon girl, video games, million dollar man and religion."

"best concert you've ever been to?"

"blackpink at l.a in 2023."

"and if you had to pick one girl from blackpink, who would it be?"

"rosé."

"best song to sing in the shower?"

"stay a little longer by rosé."

"beautiful house, by the way. what's your favorite thing about it?"

"living in it." you answer his question simply, standing up to walk over to the vinyl shelf, with a record player located just below it.

"well, woah, that sure is a great vinyl collection."

"do you like it?" you ask him with a smile, pulling out an elvis vinyl.

"it's awesome. what's your favorite elvis song?"

"can't help falling in love." you reply, putting the record on the turntable. "it's a very special song to austin and me, so it's my number one."

"would you mind telling us a little bit more about it?"

"it was the song that was playing when we first kissed, and austin always sings it for me there." you point to the piano located in the middle of the living room.

"that's very romantic."

"it is." you reply, stepping through the large transparent doors that lead to the garden.

"where did you grow up?"

"brooklyn. i was born and raised there, until i was 17."

"what's the most american thing about you?"

"probably that my favorite food is pizza." you laugh, frowning, as you walk past the side of the pool. "it's the least american thing, but it's the most american thing about me."

"you could eat pizza every day for the rest of your life?"

"absolutely."

"what would be the perfect date for you?"

"dinner here." you reply, gesturing around you as you sit in one of the armchairs located in the garden.

"that's it?"

"believe it or not, yes. i'm not a high maintenance woman. of course, there has to be good wine."

"your husband is austin butler."

a proud smile tugs at your lips. "yeah, he is."

"what's one thing people don't know about him?"

"he loves making paper roses with alyssa."

"well, isn't that sweet? for those who don't know, how did you guys meet?"

"we met in 2019, thanks to elvis. he had been cast to play elvis presley and i was cast to play priscilla, his wife."

"we know that elvis was complicated for both of you for certain reasons. have you and austin moved on from that situation?"

that situation. well, it was certainly very difficult; of all the cases of actors being consumed by their roles, you didn't think you and austin would be added to the list. but you were, and it was hell. your countenance changes for a moment, but you immediately smile again.

"we're still working on it, but we're doing much better." is all you say.

"are there any habits of his that you've picked up?"

you purse your lips. "sleep with a watch on my wrist."

"did he pick up any habits from you?"

you let out a laugh. "no."

"who cooks at home?"

you don't respond verbally, but point to yourself.

"you like to cook, then?"

"i love it." you respond with a smile, nodding. "when i was a kid, i remember always hanging out in the kitchen, helping mom with the food because i was genuinely interested and really liked it. so yeah, i'm the one who cooks. austin cooks pretty well, too, but whenever he tries to help, i tell him to get out of my kitchen."

"if you weren't an actress, what would you be?"

"chef."

"i think you'd be a great chef."

"would you go to my restaurant?" this time you ask.

"all the time."

"you should come over for dinner one of these days, you know?"

"i'd be delighted."

you wrinkle your nose. "this video is going to be long because of me, isn't it?"

"we like listening to you, to be honest, so it's okay. what's the best thing about being a mom?"

"my kids."

"what's the best thing about being a wife?"

"my husband." you answer, laughing. you don't need to specify anything; the best thing about being a wife and mom are literally the reasons you are a wife and mom. you love your babies and you love austin, so you doubt there's much more to say.

"you became a mom very young, you were eighteen. how hard was that?"

"mmm..." you hum thoughtfully, pursing your lips as you stare at the lawn. "i'd say it was about as hard as a pregnancy usually is. i don't think my age made things harder, my pregnancy was normal, just like the second one, and austin was by my side the whole time, every step of the way, so, in fact, i think it was even easier than it could be."

you avoid mentioning that yes, it was complicated, but not for the reasons people would think, but that you were both confused and fucked up in the head and elvis was there. and yes, austin calls your daughter lyssa, but not because of some stupid comic book character. people don't have to find out, anyway, so who cares.

"are you and austin planning on having more kids or do you want to stop at two?"

you shake your head, smiling slightly sweetly. "we want more." you tell him, remembering all the times austin has told you he wants more babies, and god, you love seeing him with your babies in his arms, so there's no way you're denying him more children.

"marvel or dc?"

"marvel."

"what's your favorite marvel character?"

"spider-man." you shrug. "is there another option? i don't think so."

"favorite fictional couple?"

"ed and lorraine warren." you answer immediately, a smile inevitably tugging at your lips. "god, they're beautiful, i really love them. for me, the spell is romance movies and i'm happy thinking this way."

"who's the most fashionable woman that you know?"

"rosé." you reply, smiling again.

"you've been a frequent guest at the met gala since 2022. of all the ones you've attended, which would be your favorite?"

"2022, because austin was there."

"as a saint laurent ambassador, what do you like most about this brand?"

"the elegance. it's such a natural elegance and so fresh, i think it's become a characteristic of saint laurent."

"heels or sneakers?"

"heels."

"what's the accessory you can't leave the house without?"

you don't answer verbally. instead, you show your hand to the camera and wiggle your fingers, letting the camera focus on your wedding ring.

"who's the most fashionable man that you know?"

"my man." you laugh as you answer the question. "it's not just that he dresses well, but that he really takes the time to decide what to wear. i like that about him. we're so alike in that way."

"who is the person you admire the most?"

"my husband."

"what do you admire most about your husband?"

"everything." you answer simply, shrugging your shoulders. "his intelligence, his wisdom, his patience, his patience, his perseverance, his perseverance, his determination, his determination, his talent, his empathy, his vision for everything and everyone... i could go on and on." you wave your hand, laughing.

"well, that's a long list." he laughs. "is there anything you've learned from austin in all the years you've been together?"

"everything, i think. everything i know, he's taught me." you blink, remembering, and shrug as you continue talking. "one of the things i love most about austin, is that when i make a mistake, any kind, or do something wrong or don't achieve what i wanted, he just sits me down with him or hugs me and comforts me, you know...he tells me it's okay, that it's just a mistake, that he's proud of me and he always finds solutions for everything and helps me, in everything. he's a dream."

"ah! you two are really lovely, no wonder why you're one of hollywood's most loved couples. is there any activity you like to do together?"

"reading." you give him a tight-mouthed smile, remembering all the books you've read and finished thanks to this little habit you both picked up. "we both love to read, and we especially like to do it before bed. it's like a little routine we have."

"do you have a favorite book that you both enjoy reading?"

"austin doesn't have any favorites, but we both love to read 1984 and the odyssey."

"what's your favorite book?"

"right now? fire and blood. it really has nothing to do with the books austin and i read." you laugh. "it's totally different, but it works for me. i like it, it's my favorite."

"do you like reading fantasy a lot?"

you tilt your head, looking at the camera. "i prefer to read horror, to be honest, but when i read a fantasy book, that book becomes my new obsession."

"is there a book you carry everywhere you go?"

"not physically, but i have a lot of books downloaded on my phone, so yes; right now i'm rereading fire and blood for the third time."

"oh, wow!" he exclaims, making you laugh with flushed cheeks. "your obsession is serious, i see."

"my obsession with something only goes away when i become obsessed with something else. of course, that doesn't apply to my husband.

"you and austin look very exercised. do you work out together?"

you nod at his question. you and austin work out together every day, him doing his routines and you doing yours; when you're not working, of course. sometimes you spend weeks apart and have to do your respective routines without each other's presence, which frankly you find depressing. it's not the same working out alone, as it is with austin; watching him, seeing his body, watching his hands, his muscles flex, and always ending up fucking in the shower.

"usually, yes." you smile, remembering how especially rough he is when he fucks you after working out. "we work out together."

"what's your favorite exercise?"

"pilates." you say immediately.

"we know you also do ballet. do you like it?"

"i love ballet."

"since when do you do ballet?"

you squint your eyes, remembering. "mmm... since i was a baby. i was 3 or 4 years old when i started going to ballet classes, and i haven't stopped since."

"would you have liked to be a professional dancer? you know, perform in theaters."

"no." your quick answer makes them both laugh. "but maybe you'll see me being a dancer in some movie, who knows?" you shrug. "maybe a possessed dancer."

"i'd love to see that, and i'm sure your fans would too. if you could travel back in time, what year would you go to?"

"none. i'm doing just fine here."

"who is your biggest inspiration?"

"my husband."

"who's your favorite actor?"

"my husband." you answer again, laughing. by this point, you feel like you're talking more about austin, than anything else. not that it bothers you, anyway. austin is and always will be your favorite topic of conversation.

"who's your favorite actress?"

"natalie portman, probably. i loved her in black swan."

"for you, who is hollywood's most iconic couple?"

you wrinkle your nose, looking at him instead of the camera. "shit, that's too hard. i have no idea." you end up laughing.

"if you could give an oscar nomination to a person who has not been nominated for an oscar, who would it be?"

"margaret qualley." you answer immediately, without a second's hesitation.

"wow, that was fast."

a light chuckle erupts from your throat and you throw your head back, laughing. "i know, i think i've been waiting for that question my whole life."

"if you could give the oscar to someone who was already nominated, but didn't win, who would it be?"

"demi moore."

he laughs. "i see you have your thoughts straight."

"i mean, demi deserved that oscar, you know? mikey too, she's a very talented woman, but demi has my heart. i loved her in the substance and, overall, i think she's such a talented and poised actress. it's a shame. but i'm sure her time will come. it was mikey's turn this time, she was exceptional in annora."

"and lastly, possibly the most important question." he pulls back a little so the camera catches your outfit; an elegant loose-fitting dress that doesn't highlight your curves or show off your stomach. "there are a lot of rumors that you're pregnant. is it true?"

you smile broadly, letting out a slight nasal giggle. you run your hands across your stomach, clinging your dress to your body, revealing a slight curve in your belly, a tiny baby bump.

"do i look like i am?"

oh, the fans will go crazy.

[iridescentoracle]

yes it's 1:47am on a friday and i am thinking about girl genius instead of going to bed

i cannot stop thinking about the theoretical possibility of a twin reveal happening in skifander. like i know we just had that light tease on monday of a maybe-reveal but i'll believe it when i see it and also i think a skifander reveal actually has an even higher chaos potential. i have like five different half-formed reveal scenarios floating around in my head right now and at least two of them involve someone actively trying to murder gil but i think my favorite at this exact moment is the idea of zeetha introducing everyone to her mom & company, with gil somewhere in the middle. zantabraxus spends the rest of the introductions being Very Normal And Polite To The Visitors and absolutely not doing anything to let on to anyone around her that she has any particular interest in gil.

at the earliest opportunity that won't draw attention she asks zeetha to bring gil (SUBTLY) to zanta's chambers/whatever so the three of them can have a nice private talk. gil's response is "oh so she does want me dead then" because he has in fact been getting some extremely weird and very intense vibes off her this whole time and he's known for ages his dad was obviously wrong about zeetha wanting him dead but he generally didn't get ideas like that out of nowhere so uhhhh Weird Intense Vibes zeetha's mom is pretending aren't there = she's the one klaus thought might intend to murder gil for some reason??

zeetha naturally laughs that off and drags him to meet zanta properly. the vibes remain Weird and Intense for about fifteen seconds as she just kind of stares at him silently for a minute before abruptly hugging him and saying something about how much she's missed him and how he's grown up so well and etc etc etc

gil, very confused, trying not to reflexively judo-flip a queen: zeetha, fully delighted by just how right she was continuing to Not Tell Him was absolutely the funniest option: [after a minute] zanta (realizing something is Up here and letting go of gil): …zeetha zanta: you did tell your brother what he was walking into and how skifander feels about twins before you brought him home, right? zeetha, cheerfully: nope! gil: her WHAT—

[neverendingford]

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[solifloris]

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╰┈➤ ❝ zayne x afab!reader | VALENTINE'S EVENT !

tags : established relationship, light kisses, hurt/comfort, angst with fluff, reader has a bad day, kinda slight references to 'hidden motive', it's like if the "youtiful" series had no smut LMAO, use of pet names "love" "sweetheart". ((also... unedited... i finished this at like 2:30am... AHFNNSNF))

wc : 3k (haha......)

an : so i have. been on a bit of writer's block since i recovered from my sick week, but i did somehow get the urge to write something a little angsty… so this was actually the perfect request to work on and i had sm fun with this!! TYTYYY FOR REQUESTING @deepspacenova ILY <333 (also i know canonically valentine's day is azure's echo day but… for consistency we'll stick with valentine's :D)

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Valentine's Day wasn't supposed to go like this.

When you woke up, the space beside you was empty.

The curtains were drawn, and the room had been left relatively dark despite the little rays of sunshine peeking through. Comforting, in a sense, but—your hand reached out to run through the sheets beside you, now cold and devoid of the warmth of his presence. He'd left it like this on purpose; you knew that.

And it was quiet without him.

The kind of quiet that was loud, the kind of quiet that was uncomfortable.

Your eyes drifted towards the clock on the nightstand, and your heart sank at the realization—you'd slept in, and completely missed seeing him off. On Valentine's Day.

You'd both known from the start that he wouldn't be getting a day off despite the occasion, and you'd accepted it, but you had promised yourself to be present for him in the morning. What kind of girlfriend would let him leave just like that, right?

There was a note on the stand.

You reached out to grab it, and something about the emptiness in the bedroom made you feel so small. Even though you'd always been fond of the neutral colors surrounding you, they looked drearier and gloomier than they'd ever been. Your arms twitched with the urge to reach out for a hug—

There was no one there.

Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well? I noticed you've been very tired lately, so please get some rest. Don't feel too bad that you didn't see me this morning. I'll be home in time for dinner, let me know when you wake up.

It was so sweet. So Zayne. Yet the heaviness in your heart didn't seem to lighten in the least, because the circumstances didn't change:

It was Valentine's Day. And you were spending it all alone.

In retrospect, you could never place the blame on your boyfriend. It had been this way from the start; you'd talked about it, accepted it, that with all of this came his busy schedules and the ever-present possibility that he would miss days like this without having much of a choice himself. You, yourself, weren't exempt to the setup, anyway—normally, your own work hours would have you out of the house in a similar manner. It was only that, this time… the mere prospect of having to spend a majority of the day alone with your thoughts had your skin crawling.

It had to be today.

It had to be now.

You could beg for a new work assignment to come in and save you from drowning, but you had been ordered to take a rest.

…Was this resting?

The air was stifling. You could breathe, but only barely.

You felt nailed to the bed, your head heavy, your body heavy, the tension in your shoulders nearly having you want to cry out if only you could muster a sound.

It had to be today.

It had to be now.

On Valentine's Day, the day of love. You would feel so pathetic, and needy, and so desperate to feel him next to you when you knew that it could not be so and you understood that this was simply the way things were. How they always have been. And it took every ounce of your energy to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill, because what kind of girlfriend would be like this, and why couldn't today be a day you felt normal?

You had to hastily wipe your tears with the sleeve of your sweater, and your hands reached for the phone next.

A simple good morning, a little how-are-you.

You would make yourself be normal today if you could help it.

So you did the only thing you could think of:

You redirected.

Pushing yourself out of bed was a task difficult enough to do, but you grit your teeth through it. Feet touched upon the soft carpet, footsteps padding across the room and towards the door. If you had the majority of the day to yourself, you could do something productive, couldn't you? You could still do that, couldn't you? You could still be the simplest, simplest form of a functioning human being… couldn't you?

A mantra repeated in your head as you made your way to the kitchen.

A list of things: you could clean, you could organize, you could read, you could play… You could cook something, maybe even bake, just so he could have some sort of surprise waiting when he got back.

It sounded like a good plan.

…

It was a difficult plan.

Deep breaths weren't enough to calm you down. Sure, every movement pulled you out of the rubble of your thoughts for a moment, allowed you to continue being for a moment. But a moment was merely a moment. And once that moment was over, then it was over. The wreckage dangling above your head would come crashing.

It was a terrifying, terrifying thing to be alone.

Every so often your eyes would drift towards your phone in hopes for a text; even a simple update, anything, anything—

You liked the quiet, but you liked it when he was around.

You liked the slowness of things, but you liked it when he was around.

On days like these, then only when all this empty space could be filled by the warmth of his presence… that was when everything else could be bearable.

And you stirred the cookie batter absentmindedly, only barely paying attention to what you were doing, when—

Ding!

Your heart jumped.

Immediately, you dropped the spatula back into bowl and turned towards your phone.

—heeeeyyyy, happy valentine's, bestieee!!! —hope you get to have a sweeeett, sweet time with your boyfie!

Ah.

Your racing heartbeat calmed down in slight disappointment; the last conversation you'd had with Zayne had been an hour ago, and you knew realistically enough not to expect another message so soon.

And, sure, you were disappointed, but… to Tara's defense, these texts still made you smile.

She sent a flurry more of messages; silly things, cute things, just a couple of somethings to leave in your chat log. You didn't know if she'd picked up on your own behavior being off at work, but you supposed that if Jenna had, then it was more likely that Tara hadn't overlooked it, either.

A thought rang suddenly in your mind, because you could spend the rest of your day with her. A glance at the time told you that it was only half past two in the afternoon, and you still had a couple of hours left before Zayne would be on his way home. If you were looking for a distraction, perhaps, a day out could have solved it, but—

Realization dawned.

You'd have to put on something pretty, spend a couple of minutes doing makeup. You'd have to speak with people, interact with them, seem normal to them… and then maybe, then, you'd be more conscious of the fact that you were blatantly masking in front of people you held close to your heart.

Vulnerability was a fickle thing.

Though you could desperately want to be so, it was difficult to know where to begin.

It was something to accept—you didn't have the energy to… be.

Not today.

Maybe Zayne was right; you did need to rest.

And the realization furthered in that really, truly, all that you wanted was to spend a moment curled up in his lap, maybe watch a movie, maybe sit in silence… Just enough to recharge, just enough to feel safe enough to be.

You wouldn't have had to think of anything else.

But, he wasn't… Here.

He wasn't here.

Hours passed by in a similar manner, then. A cycle of distracting yourself, and failing, and trying again, and failing… You had gotten a few things done, in your defense. The kitchen and the bedroom had both been cleaned spotless. Your newly-baked batch of chocolate-chip cookies sat to cool on the counter, a treat for your boyfriend, something to remind you of what day it was today. You were proud of yourself for it, of course; despite everything, you could still do a little something.

But the feeling in your chest, the heaviness of it, the burden you bore that you couldn't quite place, yourself… it was still there. Unmistakably, still there.

And then it was late.

Later than you knew his shift to be.

You glanced at your phone once, twice—thrice, and a few times more.

The message you'd sent had received no reply.

It must have been an emergency.

You understood; really, you understood. It was like this. He had no access to his phone when things were busy, and especially not when something had come up. You knew this. You knew.

And so you grabbed a blanket from the bedroom to drape over yourself, as you curled up on the couch.

You could wait.

You could.

You could.

…You could, right?

Surfing through channels proved easy enough.

Not that one.

Not that one.

No, not that one, either.

You huffed as each channel played a show that didn't particularly interest you, the sound of their dialogue merely causing you to be irritated rather than successfully distracted. You had little to no choice but to passively play on a show, lower the volume—and at this point, truly… it was difficult to take.

You curled up, drew your knees up to your chest.

The blanket smelled like him.

You could recall how often it had been like this; it had been busy at the hospital, as much as it had been busy at work… The two of you had barely any time to spend with each other these past few days, and undeniably it had started to take a toll on you.

Because it had to line up with the way that you'd been feeling.

Useless. Worthless. A little bit less like yourself.

Thoughts like these were easy to ignore when you had the capacity to, but you didn't anymore. Once again, the space around you was too big; too heavy; too much. It cemented on you all these feelings of helplessness, the way you were left in the middle of this cold, empty space with nothing to offer solace. It was pathetic to feel this way, you thought, but you no longer had the ability to rationalize it.

You didn't like it here without him.

You missed him—a feeling that had built up all these days spent away from each other.

And then the tears started to fall.

Silent tears, an occasional sniffle here and there… Your eyes glazed over as you continued to hug your knees to your chest, head resting upon them. You weren't focusing. The television remained what it was—white noise. You could barely remember what channel you had left it on in the first place.

Your phone lit up a couple of times.

You no longer noticed it.

—

A light shaking could be felt over your body.

It was a colder touch, you could feel it through even the blanket. Your eyes stirred open. Yet, truly, even before your gaze could focus enough on the figure next to you, you knew this touch.

Zayne.

He had his hand on your arm, having nudged you awake, and you could see the faint outline of a bouquet of flowers seated right next to him. Your favorites, no less.

In front of you, the television had been turned off, and a quick glance at your phone to the side showed several missed calls and texts from him. The time flashed as eight in the evening. You had fallen asleep. Your eyes were likely puffy, and you probably looked exhausted…

Yet, these things, despite how much you had noticed and despite how much you were still thinking—

They didn't matter anymore.

The moment of silence between you two, the way he didn't ask, the way he waited, the way he watched… A wave of understanding passed over the both of you before he pulled you into his arms, and that was it.

This was home.

It wasn't dark, and gloomy, and empty, and cold—

It was warm. Comforting. Full of his presence, just the way you had been longing it to be since you'd woken up. The smell of his cologne was one familiar enough to make you tighten your hold on him, make you snuggle deeper into his chest. It was secure. It was safe.

You'd missed him, truly.

And there was no need for words, not really. Instead, he stroked your hair, patiently, lovingly. A gentle kiss to the top of your head. A little reassuring squeeze of your hand.

"Zayne…"

"Mn. I'm here."

Another moment of stillness.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

You could still hear the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, but this time, it didn't bother you. Not when you could just as well hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat, not when his quiet words of reassurance could resound in your head like a lullaby.

And a stray tear fell.

Maybe, it was the relief of it. Maybe, it was how everything had bubbled up to crash into you like this.

But—

You lips trembled, and you cried.

You cried, and cried, and cried.

And it was such a stupid way to spend the day of love.

"You're… You're home, hic, I-I'm sorry, I didn't— hic— I fell asleep, a-and then—"

"Shh. It's okay, my love."

His voice was low. Soft.

"B-but I was… It's Valentine's Day, I should've…!"

"No, you do not owe me anything. On the contrary, I, too, have not been a satisfactory partner… I apologize, sweetheart. I wish I could have spent the day with you."

"It's… It's not your fault…"

"Then, it is not your fault, either."

He paused.

"You… feel unwell. You've been unwell. Haven't you? Aren't you?"

Slowly, gently, he coaxed your head up to look at him. His thumb raised, moving to wipe away your tears; to draw you closer by your chin and place a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose.

You sniffled slightly. "I… I didn't want to be needy… I know it's been busy at the hospital, and I thought I could manage, a-and I'm sorry, I know I should be more understanding! I-I should be better, be good, be someone who can give you the world like you deserve, be— something more worth of the comfort you give me, than this…"

The words flowed out before you could stop them, and, in the end, you appreciated that you could be vulnerable with him. But it still tore at your heart to have him listen. Because what if it was silly? What if it was stupid? In the back of your mind, even though you thought these things, you were hoping for him to tell you otherwise. And what would you do if he didn't? If he agreed with you? What if these words, these insecurities, would make him think less of you, or find it irritating, or…

You were spiraling.

You could see yourself drowning, reflected in the very window of his gaze.

But he gripped your shoulders—he wouldn't let you.

"I never asked for you to give me the world."

It was firm this time, and not necessarily gentle... Yet, the look in his eyes told you everything even before he spoke.

Slow, careful words, and his eyes never strayed from yours:

"All I've ever wanted was you."

Your breath hitched.

You waited, quiet, a little stunned; watched as he leaned in to give you a soft kiss. One to your forehead, one on your eyelids. Your cheek, the corner of your lips—

"I ask nothing of you, if only to know that you are okay. If only to know that you understand… that I will cherish you, and care for you, for as long as you are alive. Do you remember that?"

A memory stirred.

I should think about… how to live my life to the fullest. Because in this world, there's someone who'll like me for as long as I'm alive…

Those were your words.

A wave of warmth washed over you once more as he brought back memories from that day, one that, likely, was one that he thought of often himself.

"The moon…" he mumbled. Gently, he nudged your head sideways to allow you to glance out the window. He'd drawn the curtains back, and the night sky showed itself in full view to you. "Is beautiful tonight. Just as you are. Less than you are. Because you always shine brighter. And, to me… That is all of the world that I need."

"Zayne…"

"I bought you flowers, and I saw the cookies that you left on the table. However… how much you mean to me is not meant to be celebrated for simply one day of the year, and I don't plan to do that. I would celebrate it every day, every minute, every hour of my life. Besides… no matter how hectic things get, I will always want to see you."

This time, he pulled you back to him, gently easing his lips onto yours. A quick kiss, but a meaningful one. One that made the world disappear, your troubles disappear… at least, enough for you to focus on him, and all the love that he offered— to you.

"…Zayne?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

You snuggled into his chest, curling into his warmth.

It felt lighter, now. Perhaps, not to be completely freed from the chains you had put on yourself, but… it felt lighter. More bearable. No longer suffocating.

No longer difficult.

"I love you," you repeated. You would whisper the words, quiet as you focused on his heartbeat. "I love you, twice… thrice… and more times… Because saying it once wouldn't be enough."

"And I love you, sweetheart." Once more, he pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "Twice, and thrice, and more. And, for tonight… We can do whatever you want. My time is all yours."

And perhaps, you thought, he was your world just as much as you were his.

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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

Holyshit this was a ride. I'm glad I wrote this and I hope you guys enjoy.

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trouble ⭑.ᐟ

gojo satoru x female reader, mention of strangulation, mention of bruises, suggestive relationship, gojo being super protective over you

in which you got strangulated by kenjaku and mahito last night and gojo saw it immediately.

"Who did this to you" was the first thing Gojo said when he saw the bruises on your neck. He ran his hand lightly down your neck, his hand trembling for fear of hurting you more. Even though you don't usually see Gojo's eyes, you could feel that through his blindfold, his eyes were burning with rage.

You entered Gojo's office to give him some papers for a few missions, you being nothing more nor less than a secretary at their school. When Gojo saw you enter his office, he automatically knew that something had happened. He may seem very nonchalant and egocentric, but in reality, he's very observant and protective of everything around him, even more so when it comes to you.

"Hi! I've brought you the documents you asked for," you say simply before setting off again. — "Are you wearing a turtleneck in the middle of July?" you turn back to Gojo, not really understanding what he was getting at. "Yes, I caught a cold with my friends last night at the bar" you replied, trying to cover your lie. Gojo stood up and approached you, "A cold? really?" he sighed and crossed his arms.

"We got in late and—" Gojo cut you off, "You know I can see everything, don't you? It’s not like I've got an ability about this" he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. It was obvious he'd seen the bruises on your neck that Kenjaku had given you the day before.

"Your neck" he said, firmly. You looked at him, trying not to let the nervousness that was eating away at your insides show. You frowned, pretending not to understand what he was asking — "Show me your damn neck, I'm not going to repeat it a third time y/n", he repeated, he was getting impatient and it showed. You backed away, bumping into the door as you went, you had no choice but to tell him, he was going to find out one day in any case.

He approached you gently, pulled down the collar of your turtleneck, revealing the strangulation bruises taking place on your neck.

"Who did this to you?" said Gojo at the sight of the bruises on your neck. He ran his hand lightly down your neck, his hand trembling for fear of hurting you further. Even though you don't usually see Gojo's eyes, you could feel that through his blindfold, his eyes were burning with rage.

You looked down at the ground, ashamed, "I think it's Kenjaku and Mahito". He grabbed your cheeks and looked into your eyes, "What did they say? Are you hurt anywhere else? What did they do to you exactly? Tell me everything". You could feel that he was gradually losing control, it was the first time you'd seen him like this.

You explained what had happened, and the more words came out of your mouth, the firmer Gojo's face became. He showed no sign of affection, but you could feel that he cared for you in spite of yourself. "From now on you'll wait for me in the mornings and evenings and we'll come to school together, and when I'm on a mission you won't go to work." He gets up, grabs his jacket and keys, "But? my salary's going to be cut in half?" you answer, worried, how are you going to pay your rent, your bills or your gas? "That's not a problem, I'll take care of it," Gojo replied firmly, and left his office, slamming the door as he went. You saw him walk down the long corridor and recognized the direction he was taking: he was on his way to see the highers up.

a little fic in the middle of moving out lmao

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[myeyesarebiggerthanmybladder]

Introducing myself to the many people of Tumblr!

Hello! Depending on the time zone of whoever is reading this, it could be morning, afternoon, evening or night, so I thought a simple greeting would suffice -- otherwise I would of course have said "good evening". I should also note to myself that not everybody will read this at the same time, so even if time zones were not a problem it could still cause issues to mention a particular time in my introduction. I will try to keep this as concise as possible so as to account for the fact that blocks of text are difficult to read on a screen as well as the unfortunate fact that people's attention spans are decreasing almost by the day. I myself struggle to pay attention to something for a long period of time unless that thing is of particular interest to me, so I understand how necessary it is to keep my words to a minimum. I suppose I should tell you my name here, which as you can see from the title of my blog is Akechi Touma. I won't tell you my age or the name of my school -- disclosing my full name is already a risky decision and revealing anything more would be incredibly careless thing to do! While lurking here I've noticed that many of my real-life acquaintances have chosen to share their location as part of their introduction and I must say that I shake my head whenever I see it. Internet safety is no joke, and revealing too much of your personal information online could have serious consequences! Fortunately I am someone who likes to keep things close to my chest, so I am fairly confident that I will be safe from stalkers or predators or anyone else who may wish to do me harm. Speaking of predators, if you do plan on saying anything lewd or "Not Safe For Work" in my inbox then I must ask that you refrain from interacting. I won't hesitate to block those who break this rule as it is one I take very seriously and I simply do not wish to deal with people like that. I sometimes wonder why these people don't have anything better to do, and how sad their life must be if their primary source of entertainment is making strangers uncomfortable over the internet. It's important to remember that those behind a screen are still real people, and your perverted or unkind words can affect them a great deal. That brings me to my second rule, which is that I kindly ask you to refrain from rude or bullying messages in my inbox. That sort of thing is incredibly unkind and can really bring a person's mood down -- although I do try not to let strangers' words affect me too much and have had plenty of experience with rather unpleasant people which has led me to develop a relatively thick skin. This, like the first rule, will result in an instant block if broken -- though I will devise a personal point system for how rude a message must be before I block the person sending it. Sometimes a person can be rude without intending to -- unfortunately people have told me that I tend to fall into this habit myself -- so I will endeavour to be as tolerant as possible. I don't think there are any more rules I need to mention, though if I think of any more I will be sure to add them!

TL;DR: no nsfw and no bullying! Otherwise, ask whatever you like.

OOC:

Hi it's @billiuspendragon again, this time with the Blorbo himself <3<3<3

To clarify on the rules -- I won't allow anything NSFW beyond the kinds of jokes that are in the canon of Saiki K. Akechi sometimes rambles about inappropriate things himself but I'll use my own common sense to figure out whether asks cross the line or not -- I'm not a minor but many people in this RP community are and I don't want to make them feel unsafe or uncomfortable.

I have quite a lot of RP blogs now so we'll see if I can keep this up lmao. I just really wanted to try roleplaying as my guy!

[elegyofthemoon]

nvm i tried to see if i can meet someone about my scheduling but we missed each other so :I another day another ??????

day 2 complete and im just ?????

[cheezeybread]

Anon McGee is back to wreck the ol inbox :)

Not an Alice related thought this time [I'm ashamed to admit I've never actually played the game myself, I just remember my sister playing it when I was younger. That being said, supposed to get my hands on it this weekend, so we'll see if that sparks new thoughts 🙏], but I've been listening to a lot of Ghost lately and bring you something related to that instead. Just some short headcanons for the housewardens with an s/o who's, regardless of their aesthetic, an unexpectedly avid listener of things like Ghost [which is predominantly nu[?] metal with other genres in some of their other songs]. Like it just doesn't match up at all and it's just kind of jarring.

It's funny to me to imagine it as a sort of scenario where maybe the pair is busy doing something and one of them suggest they share a pair of earbuds to use as background noise and the mistake is made to give the reader control over what they're listening to and that's how the [to at least some of the housewardens, but likely not all of them] appalling reveal of reader's music taste is made. It's definitely not THAT bad, but it's like a punch in the gut when the last thing you're expecting is THIS.

[Also, just a side note, but if you've never listened to Ghost before, I recommend at least listening to "Darkness at the Heart of my Love" and "Mummy Dust" so you can get an idea of the range of their music. Maybe "Cirice" too. It's been kind of a hit or miss on talking to people about them lately, but with the movie having come out recently, I think they're getting around a bit more?]

YOU'VE NEVER ACTUALLY PLAYED THE GAME?? YOU TRAITOR! But at least you're getting the game now, atoning for your sins and whatnot- any new thoughts come around, feel free to wreck my inbox with them! XD

I've never heard of Ghost before, honestly- my music taste is absolutely an abomination! All I listen to is Fall Out Boy, musical songs and cheesy songs that have a veeeery clear storyline to them (I gotta picture a scenario to every song, it's easier that way, don't question it!), but honestly, those Ghost's songs are kind of a bop? I might add them to my Hype up playlist idk!

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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Poor buddy didn't get to listen to any music with words in it as a kid! He was only allowed to listen to classical orchestra music...so when he got to NRC, Riddle was absolutely overwhelmed by the fact that there were so MANY different genres!

His taste is still pretty old-timey, though.

He's the sort to put on a "Wolfgang Mozart's BOPS" playlist (if their world has a Mozart...) and bust it down to some sick piano notes if he's alone lmao

So when the two of you are studying in the courtyard, you get on the topic of music and how it might help with studies. Riddle explains his tastes, and you try to explain yours with a mumbled "it's complicated..."

In the end, he goads you into playing some of your music so he can understand how you think

He nearly passes away when you first hit play

DRUMS??? GUITARS THAT ARE ELECTRIC MAYBE??? BEATS THAT AREN'T KEPT IN TIME BY A METRONOME IN THE BACKGROUND???

He's convinced you were one of those rebel-teens like Deuce was for a moment, before dismissing the idea.

Riddle just...can't come to terms with the difference of vibes between what YOU give off and the music you listen to.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

"Huh."

That's literally all he has to say on the matter for a few hours, as you blast your music on a speaker while you join the Savanaclaw dorm for their morning workout (whether you were actually working out, or just providing encouragement)

The other dorm members are vibing to it, for sure! Ruggie especially is busting down a move every time he gets a break

But Leona? He just says "huh" and...that's it. He doesn't seem too interested in it while he's practicing and working out.

At the end of practice, he comes up and sits with you in the shade, gnawing on a piece of jerky. After a little while, he mentions how he didn't expect a herbivore to have decent music tastes.

"Oh, so you liked it?" You question

"I didn't say that." he responds.

So does he like it?? Does he hate it???

You may never know???

Jk, Ruggie tells you in secret later that Leona was listening to Ghost in his room that afternoon.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Lounging around the Mostro Lounge after closing time, waiting for Azul to finish his "managerial" duties, Floyd convinces you to put on some "Human Vibes"...in other words, music. So you pull out your phone and set it in a glass cup to make the sound louder, and put on one of your main playlists.

Floyd is absolutely crushing it with the dance moves to the songs (literally "crushing it", he's about to crush several plates as he tries to dance while washing dishes)

Jade is silent throughout the ordeal, probably not even hearing it over the vaccuum he's running all over the lounge.

A few songs go through before Azul bursts out of his VIP room, looking absolutely furious.

He yells at Floyd to turn off the music, but the eel just shrugs and points at you without explaining

Azul turns to you, absolutely confused. You turn down the music to a reasonable level, apologizing if it disturbed his work

"What....do you listen to in your spare time?" Is his main question. You can't tell if he's disgusted or simply confused. Flabbergasted might be the best word for it, honestly.

After you explained to him that, yes, this was your music taste, Azul takes your hand in his and gets on his knees, pursing his lips

"We'll get you fixed, don't worry, you'll be fine." :'(

Don't worry, though, he's just kidding, for sure!

He won't even pretend to understand why you listen to it, but he's not going to be completely opposed if you were to play that sort of music every now and then!

KALIM AL-ASIM

Dude!! He loves it fr fr!!

He tries his best to like everything that life has to offer, appreciating it however he can, but he genuinely likes this! Even though he can safely say that he didn't expect you to like this sort of things.

But fully expect him to go down a rabbit-hole for Ghost. He's going to go through a hyper-fixation with it for a few weeks, adding in their songs to the playlists that he puts on a speaker during the dorm's parties and casual hangouts

For some strange reason, though, he wants you to know that he likes the music as much as you do, so Kalim might randomly burst out into one of their songs and insist that you dance with him to his own singing??

He's so silly, but isn't that why you started dating him in the first place?

VIL SCHOENHEIT

"Oh, love, this most definitely isn't the right music for you, are you sure?"

He's so concerned when you play it during a "spa night" in the Pomefiore dorm. He genuinely thinks that you're possessed by a ghost or something. With the way you acted half the time, this was...not the sort of song he was expecting.

It's okay, though, he'll come around, you just have to gentle-parent him with your music taste for a while.

"Aww, come on, how do you know that you hate it if you don't try it~?" (Speaking as if you're trying to get him to eat vegetables LOL)

But after a while, maybe, hopefully, he'll tolerate it just a little bit more...maybe

IDIA SHROUD

I'm ngl, Idia strikes me as the type to listen to this group (and music in general) on occasion, mainly when he's intently engaged on projects and needs to focus, and when he's doing reading in the library- although he rarely goes to the library to to his projects since it's in a public space, he's rather not have his music accidentally blast out while some pop music is playing...he'd much rather have it be Ghost.

So when you're over at the Ignihyde dorm to assist him with some new gidget, he asks you to put on some music to alleviate the silence (not that he particularly minds silent moments when it's around you, but music helps him focus). You don't even think twice before putting on one of Ghost's songs.

His shoulders IMMEDIATELY tense up because Idia's thinking "oh my gosh they got onto one of MY playlists, they're going to see everything I have, they're going to judge me omg omg"

But then you apologize for your music, and poor Idia relaxes straight away when he realizes that it's your music you're playing instead of his!

He definitely didn't think you'd listen to that kind of stuff, but who is he to complain when there's a common music-vibe between you two??

MALLEUS DRACONIA

"Hey, Mal, you want to listen to some of my music?" You ask, holding out an earbud as the two of you sit together in the library.

Of course he's going to jump on the opportunity to hear some human music! Now, Malleus has mostly heard classical music, but he's heard bits and pieces of other pop songs here and there!

But as soon as he pops in the earbuds (after you painstakingly explain to him how to wear it), he goes silent and stock-still.

His eyes dilate and he's...just totally frozen (have you seen those memes of people listening to hardcore metal and putting their headphones on little hyperactive kids, who then go still? Yeah, that's how he is)

"This is superb music, my darling, did you make this yourself?" He's so excited, finally speaking once you turn off the music. You have to explain to Malleus that no, you didn't make any of this music, it's all stuff from other people.

Nonetheless, despite whatever vibe you give off, Malleus thinks that it's wonderful, and now will continue to associate this type of music with you forever and all eternity. Expect it to be playing every time you visit the Diasomnia dorm.

And everyone else in the dorm is going to be subjected to listening to it, as well. They all need to be well-versed in different genres of music, Malleus claims, and this kind especially is important (because it's your music!)

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[yullalightk]

WOTFI IS HERE!!!!!!! WHOOO!!!!!!

I'M SO SORRY I'M LATE! But! I watched it after the livestream countdown, and, BOI! Do I have a lot to say!! and I'll make a part 2 of the WOTFI review cause, I don't think I'll be able to fit everything in one post. And with a lot of school projects on the line. So, I'll work on pt 2! and post it tomorrow!

!Also, spoiler warning!

So... we good? Okay! strap in!!

First off the thumbnail looks AMAZING!!!!! It really got me excited as soon as I woke up at 1 in the morning lmao😂

As soon as I watched it I was actually surprised they decided not to go with the horror route like in the trailer.. But personally, I'm not gonna complain I mean that should've been expected imo.

Also, the poster is soo fricking cool!!!! Like, I can't get enough of this art style and THE WAY IT WAS ANIMATED WAS LIKE A MOVIE INTRO!!!! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!!!✨

The intro/Puzzles' backstory

So, I'm glad that Mr Puzzles gave us a more clearer explanation to his backstory. Even though it was something a lot of us knew already. None the less it was nice! I'm curious about the mother though, like, what was she like to Puzzles? Was she someone who didn't believe in her son's dreams as well? Or maybe someone who encouraged him to keep trying? Idk honestly, but maybe we'll get that answer in next year's WOTFI!

I also don't think he just sat in his room all day to adulthood, maybe he left his home to chase his dream but failed on multiple occasions. (Kinda like in the series where he tries to kill the crew but fails all the time) or, he watched TV all day as a coping mechanism. Trying to escape the cruelty of the world he lived in.

Also, wdhm when he said "The rest is history" like, we need more. Like how you got godlike powers? maybe that'll be explored more in WOTFI 2025!

Side note: Leggy's face when she dropped little Puzzles was funny for some reason help! IT HAD NO REASON TO BE THIS FUNNY!!😂😂

HE SWORE!!!!! YESS!!!!!!!! I swear he needs to let his anger out more, You gotta give kudos to him for enduring Mario's chaos😂

The casts!

I really LOVED the character designs! I can see how they are freaks now!

My all time favorites are SMG3, Bob, and Karen! They're designs stick out the most in the cast and I do like how they are all under Puzzles' control, like the PV movie!

Wish Saiko had more screen time though, I'm just a little disappointed at that. They could've done something interesting for her. Heck, they even gave the rest of the main cast more screen time than her.

But, maybe we'll see that in the next WOTFI? Hold up- wait a sec, I'm seeing a pattern of sorts... are, the stuff that felt lackluster in the 2024 WOTFI coming back as something better in WOTFI 2025?? That could be a possibility. I might make a theory on that, but hopefully when I'm not busy.

Side note: I swear this episode made me ship Mario and Puzzles so much!!😂😂 I mean- It's just hilarious to me!

Like when he said "Dear Mario" I know he hates him but like the way he says it made it feel like he likes him, or just toying with him!! Marware fans are eatin' good today! And he also complimated Mario on his performances on the fire perfomance!!! I know... he was doing what a judge does, try say something nice to the performers. But! That won't stop me from shipping them! And don't forget! Mario also still wanted to stay despite the hell Mr Puzzles put them through, in the rap Mario still wanted to have some fun in the amusment park! But, also glad he attacks him when Puzzles harms Mario's friend. And can be scared of him sometimes.

Now listen, I know he was trying to get Mario back so he won't ruin his show again but to me it also looks like he wants Mario to pay attention to him! kinda like a yandere😂😂 I'm just letting Marware infect my brain at this point haha.. it's becoming a curse.

Anyway that's part 1 for now. Part 2 will hopefully come out tomorrow as well, and I also have some projects to do so I know I said I will post every Saturday but that may be a little difficult, I'll get part 2 out tomorrow and I really hope that'll be the end of my review of this year's WOTFI!

Thanks for reading! hope ya'll enjoyed my WOTFI 2024 review pt 1.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: @kazutora-kurokawa is at it again, inspiring me and stuff. To be fair, I've been looking for some redeeming quality about this asshat - and tbh, I've not found anything. I think he's a lost cause, guys. Also, ningyō = "doll" and "human shape" in Japanese. I hope I'm not offending anyone with my little nicknames for reader. It's not my intention. I'm just trying to make it cute <3.

C/W ::: Kisaki x F.reader, morning M->F oral , really sweet Kisaki (where the lies come into play), just gross. So sweet and full of lies it's gross. Don't @ me about the massive inaccuracies here lmao. I'm fully aware.

WC ::: Just over 1,100

MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE//THANKS!

“Mmmaaahhh, where do you think you're going? Don't leave bed yet. Please?" Kisaki was so needy in the mornings. It's been like this since the beginning of your relationship. "Stay. Just a few more minutes?" He begged.

"Kisa', a few more minutes is the same universal trick as just the tip. I know that if I stay here for a few more minutes that we'll fall back to sleep and the whole day will be fucked." You smiled down at him from where you stood at the edge of the bed.

"You know ... you, too, could be fucked, ningyō. Come on. I felt you rubbing your ass against my dick all night." Kisaki was trying so hard to get you to listen to him.

"I was freezing my ass off and scooting closer to you so I could warm up. You always leave the window open like a psychopath. I mean, y'know. You are. That's all I was doing. It wasn't sexual." Laughing at him you noticed he furrowed his brow and frowned.

"You just like teasing me." He turned over in bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.

"I am not a tease, Kisa'. You're just a big baby." You were starting to feel bad. So you sat down and pulled the covers back from his face and tucked your fingers under his chin instead and kissed him. "How. How do you always have the best breath in the morning. You're an anomaly. A complete freak of nature. You defy logic."

"Please come back to bed. I need you." Did his lip tremble? No. You're seeing things.

"I need you too, Kisa'. But we have work to do today. I'm already running late."

"Then come back to bed and we can be late together." He reached up and pulled your shirt, dragging you closer and closer to him. To be fair, you weren't really putting up a fight. Your legs were already against the bed and you had no resistance left in you.

"Okay, maybe a few more minutes. But if we fall back to sleep, you're making breakfast." You smiled and laid down next to him.

He buried his nose in your neck and absorbed your scent and heat against his face. His stubble tickled you, making you tip your head to the side to keep him out as best you could - even though you wanted all of him all over you.

"You smell so good, ningyō. Like home." He breathed in again, nuzzling deeper into you.

"Well, I am home, so it makes sense."

"You are my home. My family." Kisaki's voice was soft and quiet. You felt him move closer to you, but didn't think anything of it until you felt his teeth on your shoulder.

"Hey! What are you doing?" You tried to push him away, but he held you tighter.

"I just want a little taste." He whispered and sucked on your skin, marking you.

"Kisa'! No! We can't right now. We'll be late!"

"Then don't let me fuck you. All you have to do is make me believe you don't want to do this. That's all." He bit down a little harder, making you gasp.

"Stop! Stop or I won't let you touch me at all." You laughed so hard. He always made you laugh. This was a side of him that no one else got to bear witness to. The kind and gentle Kisaki. The playful Kisaki. The Kisaki that made your heart burst with love.

He pulled away and licked the mark he made on your skin. It was red and tender to the touch. You could tell it would be purple by the end of the day.

"Kisa'. Please." You couldn't stop laughing.

"Fine. You win." He sighed and rolled away from you. "Just kidding!" He got on his hands and knees and scooted down under the covers, working his way between your legs. "I'm hungry for a different kind of breakfast."

"Wait! Kisa'! You said you wouldn't fuck me! No!" You tried to grab his head and stop him from moving, but he was already under your shirt and pulling your panties down.

"I never promised anything. Just that I wouldn't fuck you. Not that I couldn't make you feel good." His tongue was soft and warm against your folds. "Just lay back and enjoy it. It won't take long." He hummed against your cunt and sucked on your clit, making your whole body shake.

"Kisa'. Noooo-hahahaaaa! Please. Not now. We'll be la- fuck, god." You couldn't stop yourself from grinding against his face. You were so weak for him. And he knew it.

He pushed your legs wider apart and moved his tongue faster, pressing it deeper into you, rubbing your clit just hard enough that you'd feel it but soft enough that you sought him out more.

Your back arched and your eyes rolled back. You gripped the sheets and felt yourself gush over his face as he sucked every drop of you from his lips.

He pulled himself out from under the covers and kissed you deeply.

You adore how he kisses you. It's perfect. His lips are perfect for yours. His tongue is perfect for yours. The taste of you on his tongue is perfect. It's all perfect.

"You're a brat." You whispered, pulling him closer to you.

"I'm your brat and you're perfect. Come on. Let's go to work." He laughed and jumped off the bed, dragging you with him. "And you know, you have to return the favor tonight. So be ready."

"Don't worry. I'll be ready." You kissed him again and held his hand as you walked to the shower together. "And I'll make sure to lock the window so you won't be able to open it and freeze me to death while we sleep."

"Fine. But you can't lock me out of your heart, ningyō." He smiled and turned on the water. "Let's hurry and get cleaned up. We have a day ahead of us."

You smiled at him and shook your head. Kisaki was something else. But you loved him. And you'd love him forever.

"Kisa', you know I'm never leaving you, right? You don't have to keep marking me like this. I'm already yours. Always."

"I just want to make sure everyone knows who you belong to, ningyō. That's all. Now, let's get ready. I'm starving." He pulled you into the shower and started washing your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingers and humming a tune that made you melt.

This man was really and truly something else entirely.

Taglist ::: @katkitkats @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82

[azaharinflames]

Hello! Thanks for answering asks, and I hope you're doing OK now you have power back (I've been following the news, very much not a fun time).

My spec for bucktommy reconciliation is:

1) if they have a full on in depth conversation where everything gets hashed out, then they might reference the argument from 8x11.

2) if they have a shorter lets-get-back-together scene then I doubt 8x11 gets mentioned again.

Generally I'm leaning towards the show going with option 2, because bucktommy is not a main couple like bathena (sob) or madney and don't get as much screentime.

I hope they go with option 1. I don't think the show wants to revisit the eddie jealousy issues because I think they only did that retcon (tommy never even showed a hint of eddie jealousy before) to be able to address and then shoot down buddie - but I want a proper convo as I'd like tommy to acknowledge that he dumped buck out the blue (in bucks eyes) in 8x06, that still feels unaddressed to me.

You're right the show does skip over stuff like this though so we probs won't see it!!

I do think we'll see the reconciliation onscreen though, even if it's a really short scene. I know that tarlos did their first ILU off screen (and also temporarily broke up offscreen right?), but I feel like this is a different situation. The show has really lent into the classic will they won't they with bucktommy in 8b and having them get back together offscreen after all that would be really narratively unsatisfying, even to a general audience?

Thank you so much, Nonnie! I'm good. What worried me the most yesterday was that I live in the city, whilst my parents and the rest of the family live in a nearby town, so I didn't know how they were doing, and not even the traffic lights were working, so I couldn't go and check. Luckily, the five minutes I had wifi last night I could check in with my mom! And this morning with everyone else. All good! But it was a bizarre day lmao

The thing about this show, as you pointed out, is that they tend to skip over resolution/conflict solving. And it's funny you put Bathena and Madney, because even them suffer from those things. We get a lot of conflict from them, yet their reconciliation doesn't fully go over the issues.

I think they all follow a similar pattern - they have an issue, and they start working on it in the background. For Bucktommy, yes, Tommy broke up with Buck out of the blue, but he's expressed his desire to try again, and he's shown up for Buck when he needed him. I can see the writers thinking they don't need a lot else to be shown in that regard.

(Also, yes! Tarlos's breakup was entirely off-screen)

Ultimately, I do agree that, because Bucktommy have been will-they-won't-they for almost the entire season, we all want to actually see the resolution of it. But if we see Tommy supporting Buck, and we know they're back together, that is a form of reconciliation as well. Even if we don't get the conversation in itself.

I think, also (and sorry for making this long), that the show also wants to avoid repetition. If we stop to think about it, wouldn't the conversation go over several topics that have already been discussed on screen? Or certain things we can already guess? Their time is precious and limited. So if they can do a classic show, don't tell, they will do it.

[madhattervanessa]

Hello, I was wondering if you could do a one shot of where how the Tf 141 would react to the y/n asking to try a new position and it ended up hurting them. Like causing cramps. And how would they help or what exactly would they do?(Yes this has happened to me) I was hoping that this would become like fluff/ comfort with a hint of NSFW. Sorry I am writing this while at work.

Hey ‘non! Thank you so much for the ask and don’t even worry about it, I got you. I hope your work day went okay :)

This has happened to me a few times, too, lmao, those cramps are fucking nasty.

I also wrote this down in one go and it's really fucking late, I'm slightly tipsy so- at least we'll be on a similar level of unhinged

Let’s get into it!

Cpt. John Price

REALLY loves when you give him new options for positions to twist you into

this man is a dom through and through. If you give him the go, I- 

but I also think he is prepared- he gets you warmed up before you guys start playing twister, he is getting older, okay?

So I think this is most likely to happen in the morning when you’re spooning and it turns into fucking from there; he wants to see his cock in the mirror at the end of the bed and lifts your leg, so he can “watch that greedy pussy swallow his cock”

It’s then, that the cramps hit- your hip muscles contract from front to back and you wince noticeably

“Fuck, what’s wrong-?”

“Cramp-Cramp-! Fuck!”

Cue immediate stop and questing fingers that prod while you whine about the pain

Fear not though because this man gets you up on your feet to walk while he sprints off to find whatever pain medication and heating pad he can find before even getting dressed

If it dies down? Great. Though you’ll have him check in more for a few weeks, careful to take it slow

If it doesn’t, prepare to be handled with a furrowed brow and the utmost care until John can figure out a physical therapist- even if it’s a poor rookie he strongarms into helping you on base.

he’ll probably feed you magnesium supplements for a few days, too

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley

Look- Simon is always more than happy to wait for cues from you

If you want a new position, you’ll have to either talk him into it or already twist yourself into a new position before he can even perceive what is happening because this man likes to stick to missionary where he can watch you soak his cock and look back up to see your cute face twist up as you cum

once established and proven, he’ll take up new positions, though. 

I feel like he is a big fan of putting a leg over his shoulder as he fucks you

I am lying, I am a big believer of this- it’s a gorgeous view, he can use it as leverage and paw at your tits or just watch them bounce prettily as he fucks you

However, having sex with this big hunk of a man means he’ll not only stretch you apart in that particular position, he also makes you cum hard

When your leg cramps eventually from the constant pressure and from holding that position for too long, he will chalk it up to you being fussy at first

but if you insist, he’ll stop and drop immediately to push his fingers into the sore spot

it will hurt- his grip is strong and he is insistent, despite your wriggling around

but it makes for a quick and effective solution: he is good at massaging the cramp away, soothing the pain with his hand.

Once it’s out of the way, he’ll keep his warm hand on it before continuing to fuck you into relaxation- a nap after getting fucked until you are limp is the best way to a quick recovery in his opinion

Otherwise you’ll probably get bothered with massage rollers or a massage gun

Sgt. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

hah, yeah, this happens to the two of you a lot-

look, I see Kyle and I see him having fun in the bedroom

he is DOWN to try new stuff, basically whenever wherever, baby

If you have sex with this man, you’re bound to get more flexible, that’s a fact for sure, I will not be taking any goddamn notes

I can see him ogling you while you do yoga or pilates and it escalating from there

especially if you shake your ass a little at him

Downward dog man, I’m telling you.

And how could he say no to you?

He’s eating you out until you tell him to stop making you wait and fuck you

and Kyle, good, loyal, absolutely whipped for his girl Kyle, does not hesitate to slide his cock in and “give you a good stretch”

“Deep breath, darling- fuck- yeah-”

but when your legs start to cramp and you yelp?

He jumps because he is scared he hurt you before he reacts.

He’ll help you up and get you moving before getting you some gatorade or something like it

Ushers you into a bath and rubs your back for you as you soak

Will definitely still get you off later and just insist you have to relax

Yoga sex will definitely be off the table for a while, despite the fun because Gaz is just too afraid he’ll hurt you again

Sgt. Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

this nasty dog of a man-

I digress

there’s a book of things he wants to try out with you

so he is always delighted when you bring up something new to try out, his shy little birdie, he’ll tease you about being the horndog in the relationship

literally twists you into any crazy position you consent to (like the pretzel or whatever? looking at that shit gives me cramps) 

kamasutra books have nothing on the brain of this man

it doesn’t hurt that he… does his research.

anyways

if you let him do that shit to you? Oh the satisfaction on that man’s face

Dirty grin on his face the entire time that only falls when you cum or when he does- however, I feel like Soap gets sloppy when he is about to cum, sloppy, careless and definitely a little unhinged

so when your legs protests and he is in the throes of it, you have got to forgive him bc your pussy is sucking his soul out of his body

but even in a pussy-drunk state, as soon as he is back in his body when you whimper and start to cringe at the pain, he’ll start stretching your leg out 

he’ll use the length of his body to prop it up and stretch you out, going full on football physical therapist, despite his dick still softening inside of your pussy

he might get hard again, especially if he starts rubbing over the spot and you start whimpering and relaxing, letting him treat you well and relaxing into it

definitely hard again when you shoot him a satisfied, relaxed look at the immediate relief he provides for you

“We’ll have to stretch you out hen, just to be sure you don’t cramp up again, yeah?”

Trust, you will be stretched very unprofessionally- kinks and new positions are discovered that night

[idolish7imagines]

heyy! hope you're having a good morning/afternoon/night so far! this is actually my 2nd time sending in a request here (the last time i sent one was around 2 years ago or so?).

anyways, is it possible if i could have some headcanons of idolish7 or trigger (you can pick the group you wanna write for!) with a fem! s/o who's a bit too obsessed with watching plane accident documentaries? like it's to the point where she can remember many notable incidents and its details (like how the disaster started, how many people died or survived, etc.). bonus points if she gets slightly anxious about flying, so when the guys question why she would watch those documentaries in the first place, she just shrugs and replies, "i dunno. i guess i'm just curious about things like this."

(i may or may not be exposing myself in this request, but i've been obsessed with watching the series, "mayday: air disaster" on youtube for quite a while, even though i honestly get anxious about flights [i don't go on them all that often]. but i try not to watch the series days or even weeks prior to a flight just so i don't get even more anxious)

ik this is lowkey a strange request, so if you don't want to do it, it's alright LMAO. ty anyway!! <33

IDOLISH7 with an S/O that watches Plane Crash Documentaries

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Iori Izumi

Iori is...stunned at how much information you hold on this topic at least-

Though, he can't help but feel that your curiousity is unhealthy if watching the movies are impacting you negatively

He won't tell you to stop, but don't be surprised hearing a 'what did you expect?' if you bring up you're scared of boarding a plane

is probably thinking of putting a screen time restriction with a password you don't know if it gets too out of hand for his liking-

Yamato Nikaido

"...you're watchin that stuff again?"

He sighs everytime hearing or seeing you watch it over your shoulder

You worry him doing stuff like this just to sate your curiosity. Its not like a action movie where he can assure you the content of the film isn't real and therefor can't or won't happen

calls you a walking plane accident encyclopedia. both as a joke and seriously

If you're scared on a plane trip, he'll ease your worries, but this is Yamato, so expect some teasing once you're calm-

Mitsuki Izumi

Mitsuki is a little amused but also concerned..why were you watching those in the first place, he wonders

Kind of has a similar response as Yamato like 'babe..again?" but finds it more funny than annoying or concerning

Will listen to your rambles of ominous plane accidents

He's chill about it , bringing you snacks while on one of your binging sessions...will probably turn the light out suddenly to tease you

Tamaki Yotsuba

He won't even notice for a while because once he realizes its a documentary he loses interest since he sleeps whenever those are on

There are enough things that scare Tamaki as it is, so its for the best he doesn't see about it

Neither of you are sure how he'd protect you from a plane crash, but he promises it regardless

If you two ever are on a plane together, he'll sit next to you and hold your hand to give you some comfort

Sogo Osaka

lowkey...its making him anxious too-

He wishes you at least wouldn't watch them while he's around, but he doesn't want to tell you what to do

In fact, he'll probably watch them with you for a bit, only for them to impact him in the same way.

Sogo will try to them of them objectively and worst case scenarios since..he ends up having to be on planes every so often more than you

Nagi Rokuya

Surprisingly enough, will entertain your obsession a little and discuss the events in the documentary with you and how tragic they are

If you state how you're anxious of planes after watching it, he'll try to entice you with something along the lines of 'but dearest, imagine us on a resort on the coasts of [insert vacation spot] !~ We'll never get there if you don't face your fear!~"

It doesn't end up affecting his mood on plane rides at all..after all, God wouldn't let something happen to his most beautiful soldier, right?

Even if its a bit odd of a choice to watch on movie nights, he'll still make it a date with snacks and everything...somehow trying to make a binge watch of plane accidents a romantic get together

Riku Nanase

Literally covers your eyes if he sees you watching them

How can he let you willingly watch them if they're making you scared--if he can't make you stop, he'll just have to cover your eyes

On the other hand, he finds it neat that you can even remember all that stuff in the first place. Its the actual anxiousness it instills in you that makes him want to shut this down

It does spook him a little bit, and he thinks about it while on plane trips sometimes. Someone will likely have to be the rational thinker for him or say something funny to make him relax

[bananasfosterparent]

Update on my current runs!

Silkina the Bard Waveservant -

She got the Volo eye (not pictured) and has been helping her friends while looking for a cure. This is my first "good" solo run, so it's a lot of content, more than I'm used to! Definitely going slower than my usual, but still a lot of fun! Also never realized how funny Karlach is lmao. Just getting to the goblin fight so we'll see how it goes! Very excited to get Wyll's party scene!! Silkina is sassy, but kind and really an outlier among other waveservants because of it. Well, she's really good at connecting with others at least. Despite it being odd, since most Waveservants (especially clerics) are quite standoffish and introverted, Silkina focuses on making her outgoing nature work for her, sharing the might and fury of Umberlee with her words (and music).

Also.. after getting the Volo eye and almost everyone disapproving, I noticed Wyll didn't.. but he didn't have a ! either. I had her talk to him anyway and he was like "Welcome to the one eye club! A woman with one eye is very intriguing c:" and I giggled.

Efeniti (Spawn Astarion ending AU run) -

In the exact same place it's been for a few weeks lmao I have not touched this playthrough. I AM SCHTALLING. I know what you're thinking... because I'm an AA fan... but really, I just can't emotionally handle the break down scene after he brutally stabs Cazedor. Or the brutal stabbing. I am really not ready for that. I have my own feelings for why and what it makes me experience, but maybe if I actually go through with it this time, I can talk about it (it's not that bad, I'm just procrastinating).

This version of Efenity is who she would be if she hadn't lost the woman who was like a mother to her. If she had been able to have a somewhat normal life and become a private magic teacher in the upper part of the city. She's much kinder and able to temper herself much better.

Efenity (Canon AA romance run #whatever) -

This is idk like the 5th time I've played as Efenity. I've lost count 🤷🏽‍♀️ Most of these runs, I only got to Act 3 and only 2 I've gotten to the final fight and couldn't win it after trying over and over. This time I plan to finish it!!! I want my epilogue, dang it! I killed Minthara this time, at the party. There was a leftover from EA with a voiced Tav scene. If you killed Minty and the goblins at the party, that night or morning after(?) there's some conversation and Tav says something in the cut scene! ANYWAY... I tried it and it didn't happen 😭😭😭 I either did it wrong (I attacked before Minty had her murder cutscene) OR they patched it out of the game! I could go back and try it again, but I barely won that fight and it took me SO many tries (mostly due to needing to long rest).

But! Regardless! Even though I didn't get that cool voiced Tav scene... I have added Efenity killing Minthara and the goblins at the party to her canon story. Because it just makes sense that she'd do that. Originally, she just uses her to get to Moonrise but I scrapped that. While Efenity just sees the tieflings as collateral damage, she knows Shadowheart was struggling with that whole ordeal which did bother her... she cares for SH and she is her first real friend. And with Minthara insulting her for not wanting to sleep with her, on top of it...

Efenity was like OKAY. Time for you to go, ma'am.

Solenia Omraebra, the Drow Cleric -

I've only had her for about a week and I love her. She's also been through at least 6 different hairstyles 😭 Solenia is my newest Tav, a Drow and cleric of Eilistraee! She's very studious and scholarly. I don't know much about her beyond that yet. Still working on her backstory and whatnot, BUT she is good to a fault. She wants to save everyone, in every way that she possibly can. Even those she probably shouldn't get close enough to, to try to save. Even those she is told are irredeemable. She's romancing Gale! She's just getting through Act 1 stuff and almost to the goblin camp!

[vip-komilk]

been meaning to write out my thoughts abt grimsley for a while now.

Disclaimer that I'm getting basically all my info from what has been documented on bulbapedia, since I've only recently gotten back into pkmn again and missed years worth of pmex events and whatnot. Take everything I'm writing here with a grain of salt, and I'm more than happy to be corrected if I cite something in here that's just blatantly wrong. With that said. Evidence that I think about this guy far too much.

Backstory and personality

Grimsley's backstory is as intriguing as it is vague LMAO. The description provided from bulbapedia is:

He is the son of a distinguished family that fell into ruin. As a result, he developed a gambling addiction.

No indication of how or why his family was distinguished (Were they wealthy? Were they successful or famous or otherwise socially influential? Were they of a distinguished bloodline? We'll never know), nor what caused it to fall into ruin or when. Incredibly open-ended, which for a guy who likes to write is both freeing and incredibly daunting.

What we DO know from this is that Grimsley likely grew up in a wealthy family. This is corroborated by these lines from his Sync Pair Story in pmex:

"My past isn't all sunshine and daisies, kid. Back when I lived at the family estate, I had to learn how to read people..."

He goes on to say:

"Adults can be tricky, see. I was in a situation where I had to suss out who was being straight with me and who was trying to use me." "Eventually, I discovered how to do that. It's all about goals and intentions—figuring out what people want the most." "That's what drives people to do what they do. Figure that out, and you'll see through any lie or bluff... That, kid, is how you win a game." ... "It isn't difficult, by the way... I simply memorized the sound of your footsteps—nothing more."

He addresses the darker side of being part of an influential family; that he was surrounded by adults that wanted to lie to him and use him, presumably for his position in society, and he had to learn to read their intentions for his own self-preservation. Yikes.

This ends up being a pretty significant influence in his character, though. We can assume from this kind of upbringing that he's likely not only learned to read others, but also to avoid being read by others. He even says this in one of his lines in pmex:

"Lots of things make me happy, but I don't let my emotions show."

Oh yippee a guy who hides his real feelings behind a smug-ass smile!! We've all seen this guy before!!! FUCK!!!

We also know from that initial character description that the fall of his family's reputation was a direct cause of his gambling addiction. And I do appreciate the specificity of "addiction" used here too. It's not a casual thing for him; presumably, it's detrimental. It's not too hard to draw the connection here, that perhaps his family's fall from grace drained their wealth and Grimsley first turned to gambling as a last-ditch effort to win some quick cash to keep supporting the lifestyle he'd grown up with, only for it to develop into an addiction that continued to drain his earnings.

The gambling addiction lends itself to a couple of other traits that Grimsley repeatedly demonstrates in pmex in particular; that he's night owl and that he's a thrill seeker. Between this and the Mantine Surfing in Ultra Sun/Moon, he really paints himself as an adrenaline junkie. He says this in numerous ways in pmex LOL, here's just a couple of examples:

"I'm not really a morning person... I tend to stay up late battling most nights." "Some people say nights are calm and relaxing, but for a thrill-seeker like me, they get the blood pumping."

Attitude towards luck and victory

I was admittedly a little confused at first when I was reading through Grimsley's quotes, because despite being a gambler, he really doesn't put a lot of stock into luck. But that confusion only lasted about a second because yeah, of COURSE a gambler would know just how fickle Lady Luck is, and know that more often than not, you need to actually work to tip the scales in your favour.

"You've got me wrong. All-or-nothing games aren't my style." "It's more important to master the cards you're holding than to complain about the ones your opponents were dealt." "If you're a true Pokémon battler, you'll reflect upon your loss and think about how to win next time!"

He's incredibly matter-of-fact in the face of loss, repeating sentiments that one needs to learn from their mistakes in order to perform better next time. That sort of tenacity is certainly admirable in regards to Pokémon battling, but I can't help but wonder if that attitude carries into his gambling habits as well... This idea that results are all that matter, and continuing to strive towards victory regardless of any other factors.

"Whether or not you get to fight at full strength, whether or not luck smiles on you--none of that matters. Only results matter. And a loss is a loss." "A good contender just seeks the next victory without bragging after winning, and without getting upset after losing." "But this loss will make me shine even brighter next time... If I think that way, it's not too bad."

*I will note that some of his lines in B/W are a bit contradictory and makes it a bit difficult to discern his potential attitude towards deception. He repeats ad nauseum that results are all that matter -- a beautiful loss is still a loss, and an ugly win is still a win -- which makes it sound like "victory at any cost" would be a sentiment he would align with, but he never outright says anything to condone cheating or deception, and also emphasizes the importance of reflection and learning from past mistakes, which seems like a graceful and honourable way to accept defeat. In pmex, I think his appreciation for honesty is a bit more prevalent. I think it might be fair to assume that his experience being lied to by people with ulterior motives in his youth dissuades him from repeating the same behaviour.

I guess all of this is assuming we can take everything he says at face value LOL.

"Uncle Grimsley"

Yes there's a whole section for this, hear me out. There's something so stupidly endearing about how this guy refers to himself like an old man LOL. He refers to himself as "ol' Grimsley" and "uncle Grimsley" in both Sun/Moon and pmex, a somewhat depreciatory way to refer to himself while also establishing himself as some sort of older mentor figure to the player character.

There's a couple moments where he seems to purposefully concede victory to the player character. In the pmex main story, he's caught lying about the result of a coin flip to try to boost your confidence. Less reliably, in Sun/Moon when he similarly asks you to guess the result of a coin flip, there is literally no way you can lose, which I mean. That's probably just the devs pushing the plot forward (can you imagine? No Sharpedo for you.), but it's fun to think that perhaps Grimsley also rigged that one and just wasn't caught LOL.

In Sun/Moon when he teaches you to ride Sharpedo, he indicates that he's taken it upon himself to teach others the skills he's learned, once again emphasizing that he sees himself as a mentor figure:

"That's right... The role I'm meant to play now is to teach others what it means to ride..."

His appearance as a smarmy-looking businessman and his reputation as a gambler actually end up being a bit contradictory to his personality, where he scolds the player character for attempting to lie, praises traits of honesty and earnestness, and generally seems kind and willing to help the player. Once again, it wouldn't surprise me if his treatment of the player character is a deliberate 180 from how he was treated by the adults around him in his own past.

The title of "uncle" is actually a pretty apt one for someone like him; a trusted older figure to provide guidance but still maintains a degree of distance. All the fun without the responsibility. It suits him a lot in my opinion.

Retirement to Alola

I'm leaving this for last because it's the most speculative. There's one line in Ultra Sun/Moon that has stuck with me since I first read it:

"Sometimes you have to lay everything on the line in life, and risk it all... When I did that, though, I'm afraid I lost. I took to walking along the shore in my despair. And before I even noticed what I was doing, I ended up riding Alola's waves together with Sharpedo and Mantine...

There's something in this paragraph that just... gives me such a depressing vibe. I think it's the stakes he's presented -- laying everything on the line and risking it all -- and the use of the word "despair." That's a really strong word to describe a really empty, helpless feeling, and that word paired with the mental visual of him walking along the water... well it certainly paints a depressing picture.

I do wonder if we're meant to get the idea of him having suicidal ideation from these lines, because that's certainly where my mind went. For all of his graceful acceptance of loss that I mentioned earlier, we have to assume that his gambling addiction is slowly digging him a hole that's only getting harder and harder to get out of. Despite his appearances, despite his status of one of the Elite Four, he's got to be suffering from such an unsustainable life style. I wonder if his retirement from the Elite Four and his move to Alola was for the purpose of rehabilitation.

Whatever the reason, clearly it's been working for him, indicated by that last line in the paragraph above. That he went from walking the shores in despair to riding the waves; maybe still chasing those thrill-seeking impulses, while allowing himself to heal from the loss that almost took everything from him.