#I'm willing to wait for it {queue}

[tardis--dreams]

Yesterday I went to the supermarket and it was the most crowded i have ever experienced any supermarket in my life. Like. They made us queue up to even enter and i was waiting for like 30 minutes to pay. So today i am very scared to return because What the fuck was that and is it over now???

[thewickwheat]

I'm going to a post full details under the cut, but a short run down:

I've sort of vaguely mentioned this here and there but this year I'm forcing myself to go on a long hiatus. Its been something in the plans for years now, but I can't put it off any longer because 2024 was the worst wrist pain I've dealt with and I don't want to risk permanently damaging myself if I haven't already.

If you're waiting on a comm, don't worry! My hiatus won't officially start until I've finished them all up (estimating April-May to finish up everything), so just bare with me!

Character Sheet comms are staying open

If you're able and willing to support me during this break, please check out my shops or my Patreon!

Ko-Fi - Physical/Digital Merch + Donations

INPRNT - Physical Prints

Patreon - Process Videos and WiPs

Full details and extra info under the cut

So this has been a long time coming but this year I’ll be taking a long hiatus. This is something I��ve wanted to do for years but I can’t put it off any longer due to how bad my wrist pain was in 2024. I’m feeling incredibly burnt out as well and my turn around times growing longer and longer is a very clear sign of it. It also means I’ve had a growing anxiety that if I continue at this pace I will end up doing permanent damage to my body, if I haven’t already. Creating art is the one thing I know I want to do for the rest of my life, be that drawing for myself or helping other people see their visions come to life, and I don’t want to put that at risk.  

So I can’t put my hiatus off any longer and I’m making this year the start. If you are still waiting on a commission from me, don’t worry! I am going to keep working on them and my official hiatus time won’t start until everything has been finished up. I’m estimating April to May to get everything cleared off the table since I’m going to work at a steady pace. Character sheet commissions are going to remain open, they are not in high demand and I can put them in a queue and so should anyone have interest in one during my hiatus, it could be something I pick up when I need the extra cash. However all other types of commissions are going to be unavailable for the foreseeable future. 

I am aiming for a 6 month long hiatus at the least. If I can go longer I will aim for a full year break. Freelance and commission work has been my main source of income for over 10 years now, so during this time I may also look into getting a part time job so I don't have to rely so heavily on art, which will also affect how much I’ll be able to take on in the future. I’m not quitting art during this hiatus, I do want to keep drawing and creating! But I will be working at a slower pace, creating for myself, experimenting and trying other projects. I also have more merch ideas on the list to work on! I’ve got some plush designs I want to have made,namely a new Zenos plush that will have doll fiber hair that can be brushed and styled.

I will also design more tag style keychains with more XIV characters (like the Scions and other major NPCs), since people have really liked those a lot! I’ll also plan out some other ideas and maybe design some original design plushies or other merch. We’ll see!

If anyone enjoys my work and wants to help support me during my hiatus, please check out my available merch. I have prints on INPRNT, and a variety of items on Ko-Fi (limited prints, artbooks both physical and digital, keychains, stickers, etc.), I also have a patreon where I post process videos of illustrations. You can also drop donations of my Ko-Fi. I will be adding a goal that I’ll set at a high amount I don't expect to reach, just because I personally want a visual of donations or purchases during my break. Even small donations would mean a lot. If only 10% of my followers on twitter or tumblr bought a single Ko-Fi donation, it would be a substantial amount of money. I say this not to guilt folks into donating, but to point out small donations can still have a lot of power. And so I appreciate any support at all!

Thank you so much if you read this entire message. It means a lot to me and I hope a good long break means when I’m  able to get back to commission and freelance I’ll approach them with much more vigor and skill!

[sugardollcurse]

omg

the boys x reader hcs except it's them at a fair/carnival.

like what would they do with their girl at a carbival??? how would that date go???

𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟/𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

𐙚 note ; this prompt was so cute i got a cavity 💗💗 thank you for your words, i'm sending you a fistful of fair tokens and a kiss on the cheek.

𓆩🕊️ john 𓆪

❝Win you a prize? I’ll nick the whole bloody stall if you want.❞

He shows up late, of course. Hair a mess, shirt wrinkled, eyes glinting like trouble under the lights.

Doesn’t even say hello before he slips an arm around your waist like it belongs there and mutters something about the way you look in your jacket.

He pretends he doesn’t care about the games. “Rigged, all of ‘em,” he scoffs.

Then you make a single comment about the giant teddy bear at the ring toss and suddenly he’s throwing like his life depends on it.

Misses the first three, swears at the carny under his breath, then hits the last one with a yell so loud people turn. Smirks like it was no big deal.

Buys you cotton candy and eats half of it.

Keeps pressing sticky fingers to your cheek just to hear you squeal. “Sweetest thing I’ve tasted all night,” he says, then kisses the sugar right off your face.

Tries to act cool on the Ferris wheel but goes uncharacteristically quiet at the very top.

You turn to tease him and he’s already looking at you, serious, a little breathless. “Wish we could stop time,” he says.

You’re halfway to making a joke when he kisses you.

𓆩🕊️ paul 𓆪

❝You wanna go on that? I’ll scream louder than you, bet.❞

Shows up with flowers. Says, “These reminded me of you,” with a twinkle in his eye.

When you point out they’re from the stall outside the fairgrounds, he grins. “Exactly. Got ‘em fast, so I wouldn’t be late.”

He lives to impress you. Hits every target at the BB gun booth, does card tricks while you’re waiting in line, sings under his breath like a jukebox set to flirty.

Tries every single food item. Hot chips, fried doughnuts, something questionable-on-a-stick, he buys two of everything and insists on feeding you bites.

“One kiss per crisp,” he bargains. You roll your eyes and kiss him anyway.

The moment the music starts from the carousel organ, he grabs your hand.

You dance barefoot in the grass behind the food trucks, twirling like fools.

He dips you dramatically and almost falls. You laugh so hard your ribs ache.

By the end of the night, your hands are sticky, your hair’s wind-tangled, and he’s leaning against a fence behind the kissing booth with his mouth pressed to your neck, murmuring, “Next year, we’re comin’ twice.”

𓆩🕊️ george 𓆪

❝This queue’s longer than our last tour. Are you sure this ride’s worth it?❞

He’s reluctant about the whole thing at first. “A carnival? What, like, with screaming kids and candyfloss and everyone recognizing us every five seconds?”

He says it like he’s too cool for it... but still shows up wearing a bomber jacket and the smallest smile like maybe, maybe, he’s hoping you’ll prove him wrong.

He wears sunglasses at night, obviously. Says it’s for anonymity, but he mostly does it because you said he looked cool in them once.

Offers you his arm without asking. Buys your tickets when you’re not looking. If you want to go on the big rides, he’s there. Willing to brave the screaming and spinning just to sit beside you, his thigh pressed firm against yours, hand steady on your knee. “If I puke, it’s your fault,” he grumbles, but he’s smiling the whole time.

Unbelievably good at carnival games. Wins you some absurdly ugly plush within ten minutes. Smirks as he hands it over and says, “Don’t say I never give you anything.”

He teases you endlessly if you’re scared of the rides. “You’re jumpin’ like you’re on Ed Sullivan again,” he snickers.

At some point, some bloke flirts with you at the hot chip stand. George stares him down like he invented disdain.

You get to the Ferris wheel last. And he acts like it’s silly.

Says, “I’ve seen better views out the hotel window in Cleveland.”

But when the car tips up and you’re hanging above the world, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and murmurs, “Y’know, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” He doesn’t look at you when he says it. But he squeezes your hand like he means it.

𓆩🕊️ ringo 𓆪

❝I’m not much good at rides. But if you scream, I’ll scream with you.❞

Shows up in a too-big coat and carrying a flask of tea.

Offers you a sip before saying hello. “Didn’t want you to get cold,” he explains, voice soft.

You hadn’t even thought about being cold.

Takes you on the carousel immediately. He picks the silliest horse.

Makes funny faces the whole time. Holds your hand across the poles.

When you dismount, he kisses your knuckles like a gentleman, then pretends to trip and fall dramatically at your feet.

Buys every snack... for you that looks weird. Pickled egg on a stick? Sure. Crushed candy in a cone? Absolutely. He makes a game of you ranking them out of ten and gives bonus points if you kiss him with your mouth full.

Takes a picture with you in the photo booth. You both look ridiculous. He buys a frame for it the next day. Keeps it by his bed.

He's not a thrill-seeker... no spinning rides, no high drops.

But he’ll go on the bumper cars just to make you laugh. Wears the seatbelt too tight and screams every time you hit him.

At the end of the night, you sit together on a bench, his head on your shoulder.

He tells you about when he used to sneak into the fair as a kid, climb under the fence and pretend he was rich enough to ride the Ferris wheel.

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[iniziare]

"Miss Yelan?" The chuckle that ensued came with such ease, bathed in an authenticity she rarely chose to wear around many. Perhaps, the simplicity in such a display of warmth lay rooted within the fact that for once, Yelan was now closest to... someone akin to Yelan, with, of course, that ever enduring hint of diplomacy harbored within the palms of those hands. "Consider me humbled by our very own Yuheng."

Jest, in truth, would always find itself at the forefront of most effective contenders to further ease the air of conversation, even when it seemed hardly needed at all, such as here. The Yuheng always did have an ease about her, much akin and yet differing just enough, from Uncle Tian; she liked them both. The audible gaiety seemed to have lessened to a smile that had touched her lips, and yet this, seemed almost brighter than its predecessor. It was rare, such a moment, reserved perhaps only for these minutes where little could draw her attention from the lanterns. "This," and she'd counted them, of which some had been uttered in whisper and wonderment. "Watching them as they're lit." Every single wish, no matter how small, is worth seeing to fruition. "—And I count every single one." ... For we pray that the fallen heroes may be guided home.

"If you had to pick just one, Miss Yelan, what would you say is your favorite part of Lantern Rite?" It's not usual for the two of them to be seen along the Harbor together but Keqing is willing to take this as an opportunity to get to know the mysterious woman a bit better. Surely, a question like this is not too personal?

Madame @orchideae liked for a Lantern Rite starter!

[delaware-lemme-smash]

Central Quirk - Chapter Three

Yeah, I'm adding a new chapter seven years later... So what? 😂

Characters: Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Contents: coffee, sarcasm, gn!reader, Quirkless!reader

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

[Chapter One | Chapter Two]

The warm, sweet smell of baking muffins filled the coffee shop, spilling out into the street whenever a new customer entered. You were busy dealing with the endless line of people who wanted a toasty pick-me-up from the chill of an October morning, and one of your employees was in the small kitchen out back, sliding an endless parade of muffins into the oven.

You could barely keep the display case stocked, customers buying the damn things before they'd even cooled. One eye on the display case, the other on the oat milk latte you were making, you almost didn't notice when a familiar, exhausted presence got to the front of the queue.

"Haruta," you called to your cashier. "Put through a triple espresso on the house."

Eraserhead, battered wallet already out, gave you a mildly exasperated look. "I can pay, you know."

"I didn't say you couldn't," you remarked, handing off the latte to a waiting customer and reaching for one of the earthenware mugs. You'd made a habit of not giving him the paper takeaway cups, so he couldn't slip away and gulp it down in an alley. You felt as if you were enforcing a little bit of downtime for him.

"Giving away free coffee doesn't seem like a smart business move," he muttered, leaning against the counter and watching you pull his triple espresso with tired, hooded eyes. "What if everyone expects it."

"That's an irrational argument," you retorted, setting the cup on a saucer and turning the handle toward him. "Especially when you can see the queue of paying customers."

His dark eyes met yours over the rim of the cup as he took a gulp. Despite his perpetual air of mild annoyance, you got the feeling he enjoyed bandying words with you. Gaze locked with his, you reached into the display case, grabbed a muffin, and set it deliberately on the counter in front of him.

He looked down, frowned. "I said I don't like sweets."

"It's a banana nut muffin," you said evenly. "Not that sweet."

Another little game of push and pull. You trying to get him to eat, him trying to turn it down, and the ensuing banter. You won 90% of the time because your side of the argument was weighted by the food being free, and by the fact you were his coffee dealer.

"I'm not h—"

"What did you eat today?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Eraserhead scowled. "I had a perfectly nutritious breakfast."

That word. Nutritious. It sent alarms bells ringing through your head.

"It was one of those hideous little jelly pouches, wasn't it?" you asked in a quiet, menacing voice. "Don't lie."

Eraserhead gave a dismissive scoff, looking away from you, ducking his chin into the folds of his scarf. "Why would I need to lie? They're an adequate substitute and have all the nutrients I need."

"I bet you ate it crouching on a rooftop like a gargoyle," you muttered, disgusted at the idea of him subsisting on adequate slop. "Don't insult me. Take the muffin."

"No."

Damn, he was stubborn.

"Take. The. Muffin."

"Erm..." said a tentative voice, belonging to a middle aged woman who had edged closer. "I'll take the muffin if he doesn't want it..."

Locked in a staredown, neither of you looked at the opportunistic interloper. If Eraserhead thought he was going to win this battle of wills, then he was in for a surprise. He might be used to dealing with unruly students and dangerous villains, but you worked in customer service.

"This isn't a sustainable business model."

"Neither is infinite growth under capitalism," you said. "And don't lecture me on running a business. Take the damn muffin."

"You're a pain in the ass," Eraserhead groused, as he took the damn muffin. He turned away, but not fast enough to miss the expression of triumph on your face.

The coffee shop was busy, but there was a small nook by the kitchen where you did some of your paperwork, so you could keep on top of the bureaucratic housekeeping and be on hand to help during a rush. Eraserhead slumped into the small booth and set his coffee and muffin down. He gave the muffin a disgruntled look as he took a much-needed sip of his coffee.

Finally, begrudgingly, he took a bite. It was a little bit sweet, but annoyingly, you were correct—it wasn't that sweet. It paired well with the espresso, the slight, aromatic bitterness from the coffee beans tempering the mild, nutty sweetness from the muffin. Not that he would tell you that, of course. You'd just be insufferable if he did.

By the time the coffee was down to its dregs and the muffin was nothing more than a crumpled paper wrapper, the rush had died down and you'd managed to extricate yourself, leaving Haruta to deal with the stragglers. The smell of cinnamon filled the small space as you slumped into the opposite side of the booth. Eraserhead looked dubiously at your cup.

"Relax. This is for me," you said, without missing a beat.

Your eyes landed on the empty muffin wrapper, and a smirk pulled at your features.

"Don't read into it," Eraserhead said sourly. "I don't like wasting food."

"You've got muffin crumbs in your beard."

He cursed, scrubbing a hand over his jaw to get rid of the evidence, scattering crumbs into the folds of his scarf. He gave you a resentful look, as if it was your fault.

"So what gives? I don't normally see you during the day. I thought I was dealing with a crepuscular creature. Like a cat."

For some reason, he didn't look annoyed at being compared to a cat. You tucked that away for later. It was true, though. You usually only saw him first thing in the morning or right before closing.

"It's a school holiday," he grunted.

"So shouldn't you be using this time to catch up on fifteen years of lost sleep?"

"The rest of the world doesn't see it that way. I have errands," he grumbled, looking more depressed than ever. He had to go to the bank, pick up his prescription eye drops, take his cat to the vet for a check-up... The man had so little free time, he had to cram as many errands as possible into his day off, and that was without Mic blowing up his phone, talking about how they should 'hang out'.

"Like, getting a haircut?" you teased.

His eyes narrowed. "No."

"Good. If you cut it short, it'll look real stupid floating around your head when you use your Quirk. Like a dandelion."

"You're a pain in the ass," he said as he got to his feet. "Why are all my friends like this?"

"Aha! You finally admit we're friends."

"I'm leaving."

AO3 | Other Blogs: Bungo Stray Dogs | Bleach | Naruto | JJK

[kabr0ztrousers]

I saw your challenge on your latest work (amazing btw) and I have the answer if the bounty is still active. Clan Hecata, formally Clan Giovanni, formerly Clan Cappadocian. Exact bloodline is more unknown since there're 4 Italian bloodlines, and you can only knock out one maybe (Not all Cappadocians wear masks).

As for my request, moving away from Kindred let's go with werewolves (or Garou if you want to stay in the World of Darkness).

Specifically a werewolf's first heat with a girlfriend/wife who is very willing to help her poor puppy out. Breeding/primal play would be appreciated but not necessary as long as there's a lot of fluff

Kabr0z Writes episode 55: Young Lovers

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Academia mention; receiving cunnilingus and giving fellatio; contraceptive failure; implied impregnation; heat/rut cycles; knotting; enthusiastic consent

A/N: This fine fellow wound up going 3 for 3 on vampire clans, which is gratifying that people like my stuff enough to engage in the little contest! Thankfully they got the answer for episode 40 in another guess, so if you can get a correct guess (and request) in before I post it tomorrow, you'll get to skip the queue as well!

If you don't want to make a guess, you can still request near enough anything, but you might as well take a stab, that queue is getting long 😅

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The July air was hot and dry. The start of a heatwave bearing down on you as you queued for your A-level results. You'd already seen you got into your reserve choice of university, even if your first choice rejected you. Not ideal, but not terrible. You weren't going until September either way, you had all summer to spend with Hugo.

You left the college, Hugo was waiting for you on the quad. As usual, he was laying shirtless on the ground, eyes closed and tail gently swishing. You used the bustle of the crowd outside the building to reach him undetected, before burying both hands into the fur of his belly. His foot started drumming on the ground as he opened his eyes and looked at you "Did well, have you?"

You laughed and let him kiss you, his arms wrapping around you, yours buried in the fur of his bare back. "I didn't get Birmingham, but Bangor said yes"

He shrugged, taking your hands in his as you released each other "Good thing I have wheels now, huh, I bet it's a nightmare to get to by train"

"Yeah" you leant on him "But that's months away, term starts at the end of September"

He pulled you into another hug "You know I don't like being apart from you. Maybe Bangor could use another mechanic"

You smiled. Given half the chance, you knew he'd move to the middle of nowhere to be with you. "Maybe, but for now let's just go home, I'm hungry"

You went back to his car, then back to your terraced house, empty but for you two. You sat on the sofa, cuddling in front of the TV. He always looked so... Statuesque. Amber eyes sparkling from his black-furred face. His fur was so thick you could bury your hands up to the wrist in it, and even when you did and his tongue came lolling out as you rubbed him he was still the most handsome man you'd ever seen. Sure, your parents were a little surprised at you falling for a lupine, but once they'd satisfied themselves that it wasn't just you lusting after a knotting, they were very welcoming to him. They sure hadn't bought any of your exes Christmas presents, but he sure managed to get one.

You smelled the air, something was funky. Not bad, but it caught your attention. A warm smell that made your mouth water. You felt hungry, but didn't want to eat

"Is it me or is it hot in here?" Hugo broke the comfortable silence

"A little, you want to open a window?"

He got up. As he moved the smell got more intense. Your chest felt tight, you couldn't tear your eyes away from his ass as he walked from the couch to the window. When he turned back, oh god when he turned back, your gaze was fixed on the bulge in the front of his jeans.

He sat back down next to you, putting an arm around you as he turned his attention back to the TV. You grabbed his muzzle, turning his head towards you as you kissed him.

He was panting. You didn't notice before, but his breath was heavy and laboured.

"You feeling it too?" One hand was on his face, the other fumbling with his fly

"Yeah... Can you smell it?" He had a hand on your thigh already

"Finally getting your rut?" You'd learned about this in sex ed, apparently it means you're probably ovulating. You remembered your teachers saying you need to be extra careful during a rut cycle... Lucky you know where Hugo keeps a condom. You pulled the wallet out of his jeans, extracting the wrapped prophylactic "Wanna do something about it?"

He tossed you onto your back. One hand shot up your sundress.

"No underwear? What a slut"

You giggled, holding his arm, keeping that paw on your pussy "A girl can hope" you weren't going to admit you'd been using a period tracker and planned ahead. At least, not until later.

His face was under your skirt next. Lupine tongues are so wide and rough in all the right ways.

He'd barely started on you before you were a whining mess, legs wrapped around his head, your cunt leaking all over the tongue working so hard to make you ready for him.

"You like that?"

"Yeah" you squeaked

"Gonna cum for me?"

"Yeah" you were

"Cum for me"

You did. Your hands joined your ankles holding that muzzle to your cunt. You felt his sharp teeth around your crotch as his tongue pressed against you, almost enough to penetrate.

The orgasm died down. You knew he was ready for you, but you wanted to taste him first.

He'd already wriggled out of his jeans. The musky smell got stronger as you tugged down his boxers, revealing the sheath. The end of his cock was peeking out, slick with precum already. You licked it, smiling as he groaned. His pre tasted so good, sweet and sticky like honey. You eased the sheath down, taking more of the shaft in your mouth. Your heart fluttered as it pulsed, sending jets of hot liquid onto your tongue.

You'd always wanted to try this. You opened the condom, putting it into your mouth. Carefully, you pinched the bubble at the end with your tongue. The bobbing of your head rolled it down his cock, coating it in protective latex. His knot wasn't inflated yet, but you knew where it would be, you knew his cock well enough by now.

You lay back on the couch, your legs open and skirt pulled up for him. You could feel yourself dripping on your dress, your cunt leaking wetness, so eager to take him.

He slid in, the lubrication on the condom adding to the spit and wetness between your legs. He filled you perfectly. You remember when he was too big for you, having to be careful and not bottom out, but you've been together for months now, and it never hurt any more. You lay there, arms around his muscular neck as he rapidly fucked into you. The force of his thrusts and the speed with which he gave them made your eyes cross. You couldn't speak but to urge him on, begging for his knot.

The fur rubbing against your clit brought you to your next release. You screwed your eyes shut and let your moans of pleasure out, pleading with your lover to just get you pregnant already.

He buried himself in you. His knot starting to inflate. You felt him twitching and pulsing. Warmth was spreading inside you, filling you up. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew: the condom had broken.

It was much too late to worry about that now. Pump after pump, barely adult werewolf seed was getting into every crevice of you. The scent of his fur, that intoxicating musk, your head was emptying as your womb filled. His snarls and growls filling your head as he let his instincts take over. You held him down, close to you. He licked your face, a dopey look coming over him when you tensed your cunt around his sensitive knotty cock.

You pulled him towards you "I wonder if you've knocked me up"

"Would that be so bad?" He growled next to your ear

You stroked the fur of his head, scratching behind one pointed ear "No, no it wouldn't"

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Hope you liked it, Hekate Anon!

I know I didn't go for a Garou, but fluffy cuddle-fucking doesn't really vibe with a ball of unstoppable rage, teeth and fur the size and speed of a Honda civic.

Not that fucking an unstoppable ball of fur, teeth and rage isn't now on the list of things to write about. Damn, I need to read Werewolf 20th ed

Tomorrow's episode is the winning guess for episode 40, though correct guesses will still get priority on the queue until it's published, so get them in 😁

PPS: for my American readers, the reader would be about 18 on A-level results day as long as she wasn't one of the youngest of her academic year.

[chobblesomewrites]

Grumbo Professional Esports AU (abandoned work)

A collection of drabbles/scenes rearranged in chronological order featuring Team Coach Mumbo x Pro Player Grian. Warning; makes use of League of Legends/MOBA Mechanics. Unrealistic depiction of the esports scene.

No, this will not be fully written or edited. Prepare for weird pacing and incoherence. I'M JUST POSTING THIS SO I CAN STOP BEING ASKED ABOUT IT </3

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[ READ BELOW ]

Mumbo wasn't one for competitive games, but he had made exceptions from time to time. Those times mostly due to his online best friend wanting to drag him to experience almost anything and everything with him.

He wouldn't have even dreamed of touching MOBA games if it weren't for Grian begging him to, excusing that no one else but Mumbo was actually willing to deal with his competitive nature. He had first refused, firmly wanting to stick to his farming simulator games, but Grian knew too well how to act like a brat to get what he wanted.

So he found himself on [                ]’s tutorial screen, anxiously going through it while Grian remained in the Discord call with him, giggling at every noise he made every time he jumped from the sight of an enemy NPC.

“You lied when you said this game had a farming mechanic,” Mumbo accused his friend with a whine as he spam clicked on a highlighted enemy minion, clicking his tongue when he missed the gold.

Grian cackled, “Well, killing minions for gold is called farming. So technically I wasn't lying?”

Mumbo let out an audible huff of betrayal, which made Grian laugh even more as he tried killing his character to the minions out of spite.

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Mumbo had thought he wouldn't be playing the game as often, for the main reason he had the game at all was because Grian occasionally didn't have anyone to play with, as he said. But he had plenty of friends so Mumbo didn't feel the need to open the game as he would probably be the last person on Grian's friendlist to be asked.

But dear lord was he wrong.

After getting bullied for his lack of game knowledge for one night, Grian kept inviting him to duo queue every single day. Mumbo would've been led to believe that Grian actually didn't have friends except for him if it weren't for their friends occasionally coming by to 5 man queue with them. But even then, that led Mumbo questioning even more of Grian's motives to specifically invite him of all people, adding to the fact that Grian apparently hated playing ADC but specifically only played it when in duo queue with Mumbo.

It was confusing. So, so confusing. Mumbo was so pants at the game yet Grian just kept inviting him nonetheless!

So, Mumbo thought; if Grian wanted to play with him that badly, he'd have to adjust his mentality to make sure that his best friend was actually having fun. He wasn't just here to keep Grian company anymore, he was here to now help Grian actually enjoy his games.

On weekday nights Grian would be too busy to get online, Mumbo used his free time to get on custom and try out other heroes outside of just support. He specifically tried mid laners in hopes to give Grian more opportunities to play roles outside of ADC, trying to prove that Mumbo was more than capable of handling himself!

He learned the map, how to invade, how to dodge, how to properly farm– everything. He needed to learn everything.

If it was for Grian, he'll take on everything.

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[ DEFEAT ]

“....”

The call was silent, save for Grian who did horribly to muffle his laughter. Mumbo groaned in embarrassment into his hands, “Midlaning is hard,” he admitted in a mumble, which caused Grian to outright laugh into his mic.

“You didn't have to force yourself to try.”

“But you like playing jungle.” Mumbo pouted.

“Not all the time! Who on earth even says they like playing jungle?”

Mumbo sighed as he clicked off the after-game stats, returning back to their party lobby to see Grian already waiting to start the queue. The man already set himself back to the ADC role and it made Mumbo slump even more in guilt over his desk.

By some magical force, Grian probably felt his bad mood and he reassured with a smile, “I still think it's more fun if we're laning together.”

“You get to spoil me and you'd only have eyes for me!” Grian teased.

Mumbo felt himself flush red at that. Not knowing how to quip back, he simply said, “Shut up.”

–

5 man queues are always fun. It means Mumbo could just turn off his brain and listen to his friends talk and trash talk without having to say much because there's enough of them to hold the conversation together.

Mumbo was about to fully zone out while watching Grian’s character farm freely in their lane when he heard him speak up about something in their team's idle conversation on call.

“You know, I actually plan to be a professional gamer.”

From whatever conversation the call was going through, everyone in their friend group broke into laughter at Grian's admittance. Mumbo could hear Grian's pout as he tried to defend his dream, “I'm serious here!”

Their friends laughed even more, “How plausible would that even be as a job? We're just teenagers, dude. Who would wanna sign kids like us?”

Their words were obviously just trying to tease Grian, but Grian didn't take it lightly. The ADC went quiet as the friends in call continued on about how ridiculous of a scene it would be if anyone of them were to actually turn out to be 

Out of nowhere, Mumbo suddenly spoke up, “I think it's not impossible.”

The conversation paused and Mumbo suddenly felt conscious of the attention on his words. Nonetheless, he continued on, “I believe in you, if you are still going to try.”

“I'll try it with you.”

The call bursted into laughter again, even Grian couldn't help but giggle, which made Mumbo feel hot in the face from embarrassment. He spent the rest of the game making so many mistakes because the entire call kept teasing him for making such bold declarations.

He was able to live through 2 games of that until the other 3 friends in their team decided to log off, leaving him with Grian. Mumbo had thought that he would log off too, but he simply clicked the queue button without saying anything, leaving 

2 minutes into the queue, Grian finally spoke up, “I'm holding you up to that promise, you know.”

“You better go professional with me.”

Mumbo wonders if he's gonna regret promising that, given how ominous Grian makes it sound as if he's sold his soul to the devil. But if the devil were Grian, he finds that he doesn't really mind missing a part of himself.

–

Ever since that promise, Grian had been relentless with playing with Mumbo. Not that he wasn't always relentless before, but Grian was now determined to actually help Mumbo catch up to his level. They've even started custom 1v1s in hopes to improve.

Other people, if they were in Mumbo's position, would've been annoyed. Given how Grian tends to get frustrated eventually, Mumbo just takes it as a sign to be better. He couldn't slack.

He knew that Grian wasn't specifically frustrated at his skills, he was frustrated and anxious of the possibility that Mumbo wouldn't be able to sign with him if he didn't improve. They needed to do it together, Grian was stubborn to make sure of that fact.

So Mumbo didn't fault him for he loved him.

–

“Are you signed to a team?”

An account that was obviously a smurf had privately messaged him one time after a solo queue game Mumbo played while waiting for Grian. He ignored it, assuming that it was a scammer pretending to be a professional. He even went to quickly unfriend the account with this thought in mind and sat in the party lobby for a few minutes before a friend request came in.

“Xvoid,” Mumbo murmured out. He frowned and leaned back on his chair in thought, wondering if he's seen that username before. Probably in his other games, but Mumbo doesn't really actively pay attention to the randoms he and Grian match up with.

It was when he was about to decline the friend request that Grian joined the lobby with a very loud, “Mumbo Dumbo Bumbo Jumbo!”

“Grian,” Mumbo returned the sentiment, sounding more exasperated than excited like Grian. His friend must've realized something from that tone difference as he immediately questioned, “What's up?”

“Someone messaged me about signing to a team and now I'm trying to remember who this XVoid person is.”

Grian made a noise of surprise, “XVoid? Xisuma?”

“Who?”

“The Captain of [            ]! I thought we watched enough live streams together to know this?”

“... Grian, I only know Etho in that team!”

Grian made a noise of offense and went off on a tangent about each and every member of the team that was not Etho, scolding Mumbo for being a ‘solo fan’. Mumbo ignored him, hovering his mouse over Xisuma's friend request.

If it is the captain of that team, Mumbo can only assume that this was probably just a fan account. It didn't hurt to accept it. He's had a lot of friends in his friend list that he decidedly ignored a lot anyway. He just accepts them for the sake of filling that friend list.

With that over with, Mumbo started the queue, still ignoring Grian who was scolding his ear off.

–

Mumbo should've known there was going to be more to the friend request than he realized. What he assumed was a fan account was actually just the professional player's sub account.

Xisuma's team had taken notice of Mumbo, and even personally invited him to be their main team's support rather than simply being a substitute. Mumbo was about to disagree at first, discussing with Grian that he still wanted to play professionally with him, but Grian didn't stall him. He simply said;

"Go," and Mumbo had thought Grian hated him for being noticed by a team until he added, "I'll catch up."

And they left it at that. Mumbo signed with Xisuma's team as their support player but didn't even get to react properly that his online best friend didn't message him at all anymore as he was forced to move to a team provided account, leaving his personal one to the dust.

–

Mumbo's esports career didn't last longer than four years, but it was a good start for a while. He didn't have any experience whatsoever but his team was kind enough to help him throughout. He also found that a lot of people seem to like his awkward attitude so he didn't feel the need to upkeep a certain persona.

But with the constant change of meta to aggressive supports, his steady gameplay had no use in any team comps. It didn't help that, at every tournament, he got sadder and sadder the more he realized he couldn't see a certain username anywhere in both domestic and international teams even after a while. 

Grian wasn't there. The reason he was here at all, wasn't there. 

He had been moved to a substitute player midway through his career, replaced with someone more younger and aggressive in playstyle, his other teammates had also either retired or moved to better teams. The team’s management was still fond of him and he was only really kept for the fans' sentiments, but Xisuma didn't want him to live the rest of his life as a decoration, noticing the way Mumbo didn't enjoy his current status. The team they were in contract with wasn't getting any better either. They weren't going anywhere like this. Their skills could be put to more use somewhere. 

They couldn't accept the current state of things when they hadn't even won a single international championship to their name. Xisuma owed Mumbo at least a trophy for signing him up for the big leagues at such a young age that he could've used the time to explore more of his life.

He had offered Mumbo two things; Xisuma would pay so he could go back to college, or he could sign to Xisuma's budding esports company for a new chance.

As a coach, that is.

Mumbo had almost been tempted to say he would rather go back to studying, but Xisuma added more to his offer that he couldn't refuse; "You can choose the team. You'll be their main coach, after all."

Mumbo remembered that someone still promised to catch up, and he'd be willing to be a coach if it meant dragging him up here.

He promised. They promised they'd go together.

For the first time in a few years, Mumbo logged back in to his old account and clicked on a familiar user on his friend list.

"Grian,"

"You there?"

–

Mumbo wasn't confident for a while that Grian would reply back. It had been a good long while, after all. Would Grian even remember him? Mumbo's sure he himself hasn't forgotten the other, but he doesn't know if the sentiments are the same. 

Mumbo didn't really have the time to be too anxious about it either, busy helping Xisuma with properly setting up the company while also looking for managers and analysts to help him with forming the team.

The next time he finally checked his account again, he was disappointed when there was no message back. But one thing that gave him hope was when Grian’s user was lit up. He was online. And Mumbo could see damn well that his best friend, if he could still call him that, was actually just struggling to come up with a reply, especially when the indication of the other person typing kept popping up and disappearing over and over.

At least, with that, Mumbo knows that he wasn't fully ignored.

After a bit of waiting, he decided to give mercy to whatever message Grian is taking this long to send.

"Queue?"

And then the indication of Grian typing stopped. Then replying,

"You literally returned from war after how many and your first message is to ask to queue?? Not even gonna say hi to the kids?"

Mumbo burst out laughing. Somehow, it feels as if he never left for the professional scene and is back to his teenage self.

"How are you?"

"Got wife and kids."

Mumbo frowned at that, "Seriously?"

"No, you idiot. I'm this young and you think I'd have a kid already?"

"..." Mumbo rolled his eyes

"So what have you been doing this entire time?” I waited for you to catch up. Did you lie to me?

“Well one of us had to go to college, Mumbo.”

“Low Blow.”

“My bad.” Grian then typed, “Queue?”

“So now you’re trying to distract me by asking to play?”

“It's also been a while. I'm itchin’.”

Mumbo checked the time. He's fairly free for the rest of the day. And it's been a while since he's had genuine fun in the game, “Well, we ‘oughta scratch it!”

“Attaboy!”

–

They queue together for a while. Mumbo's old account had considerably ranked down so they were in lower elos. It wasn't that hard to win easily.

Grian was still good at the game, probably even better. He could catch up with Mumbo’s thinking, and Mumbo’s got the professional experience. One thing that bothered him was that Grian didn’t initiate a call like they always did years ago. Comms and all. Mumbo was left with Grian’s spam pinging and visual cues. Mumbo was too shy to ask about it, so he forced himself to be happy enough with Grian playing around with the emotes when they were idle in lane.

But surprisingly, when Mumbo thought they were about to log out, Grian told him to get in-game party call;

“Mumbo.” Oh, Mumbo has not heard that voice in a long time. Grian sounds less like a squeaker now. The long duration of having not spoken to each other was now extremely evident.

Mumbo forgot to greet back, and he didn’t get a chance to, as Grian spoke up again, “Why exactly did you message me again? Surely it's not to play, not when we could've done this for the past years.”

Mumbo didn’t know what to say for a moment. Would it be too rude to ask Grian about his previous interest in esports? Would that seem like he’s trying to flaunt at him or mock him?

His mouth twitched in hesitation, “Are you… still interested in going professional?”

“...” Grian didn’t reply, and Mumbo somehow felt even more desperate.

“You said you’d catch up.”

“I…” Grian sighed into the mic, seeming a little agitated, “Opportunities don't come as easily for me as it did for you, Mumbo.”

Mumbo furrowed his eyebrows, staring at Grian's little cat icon in disbelief, “...And so you gave up, just like that?”

“It wasn't just like that!” Grian defended. He sounded a little pissed off that Mumbo couldn't help but go quiet. At the silence, Pesky muttered an apology and calmed his tone, “Look, I- I really tried, alright? It was pressuring.”

Mumbo opened his mouth to ask what exactly pressured him but Grian beat him to it as he rambled on, “I lost my everyday duo to some team I couldn't even enter myself. Mum kept urging me to give up and go to college, but–” the voice on the other end cracked slightly but he took a long enough pause to steady himself, “I didn't want to- You, you were waiting, up on those big stages, looking around those stadiums like some lost little dog abandoned by their owner–”

“I was not some lost little dog!” Mumbo squeaked out in embarrassment, wondering if he really looked like that in the game livestreams, “How would you even know I was looking for you?!”

Grian’s smug smile could be heard in his tone, “I didn't say you were looking for me.”

Mumbo went quiet and murmured whinily, “You implied….”

The call was filled with Grian's giggling and Mumbo let himself enjoy the embarrassment for a brief moment before moving the topic along, “Anyway, I did say I was going to disagree to join them, but you urged me to accept it. I said I could've waited until we could sign together–”

“But you like the game, don't you, Mumbo?”

Caught quite off-guard, Mumbo gave his question a thought. He did like the game. Understanding the mechanics and strategy of it is fun. Winning a game was actually exciting since the winning conditions needed good skill and awareness to achieve, but… 

He only ever truly loved playing it because Grian was there. His best friend was a part of everything he loved about the game.

Mumbo was quiet and he couldn't find it in himself to actually admit his true opinions. Grian assumed that he was just embarrassed to admit that he liked the game and decided to move on, “So it was unfair to you. I couldn't drag you down. I know we promised to do it together, but that doesn't have to cost your possible futures.”

Mumbo chewed on his lip and once again quietly asked, “But are you still interested in playing?”

“Mumbo, I never stopped playing despite,” Grian said. An indirect message admitting that; he wants to play. He's always wanted to play. He never once gave up on the dream to. He's just a little late. “I wouldn't have queued with you today if I wasn't.”

Mumbo was hopeful at that admittance and he was quick to say, “Then play for me.”

“What?”

It was Grian's turn to be caught off-guard this time, sputtering in confusion and in disbelief. Mumbo could hear him sit straight on his chair, judging by the squeaking picked up by his mic, “No, that's- You shouldn't be practicing nepotism, Mumbo-”

Mumbo made a noise caught between a whine and a groan, “It's not nepotism if it's the coach's job to assemble a team of good players,” he defended. Grian was in even more disbelief this time as he caught on as to what Mumbo was getting at.

“Coach? What happened to your original team–? They still had you as a substitute…”

“Capt– X paid for the separation fee.”

Grian’s voice raised a little, “Then who and what the hell are you coaching for?”

Mumbo took a deep breath, needing to steady himself to be able to explain to Grian the situation without making it worse, “Look, I know you said you specifically wanted to play for a well-known team and, currently, X's company is just fairly knew–”

“Oh my god…” Grian muttered, his voice was muffled like he was burying his face in his hands. Mumbo ignored him as he continued to explain.

“He invited me to be the main coach, to set up the team to how I see fit since he had trust in the way I was at least aware of what was right, who was capable– Well, not to be blunt, but I have the skills to be able to strategize for an entire time and–”

Grian cut his ramble off, “You… you didn't do all this just for me, did you?”

Yes, I did. 

But, “No,” was what Mumbo said instead. “I still like the game, but I'm still not overly aggressive and competitive enough to be successful as a player, as you know.”

Silence that befell the call after that and it worried Mumbo as he didn't know if Grian could trust that reason. He was just about to continue his little persuasion when he was cut off again.

“I'm joining.”

“Before you– Wait, you are?!”

“Well, someone's gotta make sure you're not making wrong decisions! Who do you think taught you the game?! And you're planning to be the coach!?”

Mumbo couldn't even be sheepish at the underlying tone of being scolded. He was happy enough to hear Grian agree to joining even when doubt was evident in the other’s tone.

He’ll just have to show he’s capable of being Grian’s support, like always.

–

“Grian!” Mumbo had called out excitedly, approaching the man who held such a name. Maybe he was jogging more than politely approaching. Who was to blame him for being excited by the idea of finally meeting his long time online best friend face to face?

Grian’s shoulders jumped in surprise and he couldn't help but turn to look, looking even more stunned as he wasn't given time to react to the sudden hug Mumbo forced him into. His arms couldn’t find where to place itself, eventually relaxing on Mumbo’s back as he hugged back with equal eagerness.

The shorter man couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re surprisingly taller in real life, coach!”

Mumbo froze and pulled away to look at him weirdly, “Already calling me coach?”

“What? Were you actually not planning to sign me?”

Coach Mumbo winced and shook his head panickedly, “Goodness, of course we’re still planning to sign you, it’s just–” he hunched over and pouted a bit, “Isn’t coach a little too formal for us?”

Grian nudged Mumbo playfully, “Get used to it. You wanted this job. Didn’t you, coach?”

Mumbo pouted even more, slightly red in the face, “You don’t find me calling you jungler, do you?”

“I’m not signed yet so you can’t officially call me that yet,” the dirty blonde man then grinned wide, “For now, you can refer to me as darling.”

“Oh, stop it.”

–

Officially signing Grian up as the company’s first player was like a fever dream, even Grian himself would agree, and he’s had plenty of disbelieving things happening to himself. Even now when he was fully acquainted and settled into the residence provided by the team, he couldn’t believe that he was actually… what he dreamed of.

Grian glanced to his side, watching his coach scroll through some gameplay videos for possible teammates. Somehow, it felt right that the online best friend who nerds out about strategies that he can’t apply himself, was the tall man beside him.

Though honestly, Grian still expected Mumbo to be some hunched over nerd like he was. Who knew the man had not only looks and height, he had better posture than Grian.

The dirty blonde slumped in his chair and zoned out as Mumbo started introducing possible teammates, offering him options to form whatever team he wanted.

Grian didn’t listen much, still a little out of it. It is fairly weird that the coach of all people was asking the player who he wanted as teammates when it was supposed to be mainly the coach’s and the management’s job.

“Can I really pick the rest of my teammates?” He cut off Mumbo’s muttering in a familiar manner. Mumbo, as always, didn’t take offense and answered him.

“Of course.”

“And you’d support me?”

They held each other's stare longer than they should've. Mumbo broke into a smile.

“As I always have.”

–

“You’re stressing out Pearl again.”

Grian was half laying on his chair and lazily scrolling through the Grumbo tag on social media when Mumbo had come up to him with an unamused frown. Grian had half the respect for his coach to fix his seating arrangement and sat up properly to flash an innocent smile at Mumbo.

“I don’t seem to follow.”

Mumbo tugged at his hair in distress, familiar with Grian’s pretend dumb strategy. As a coach, you’d think that understanding strategies would be kept to the game, not applied even to his troublesome players.

“Sorry, let me rephrase then. You’re giving both Pearl and the PR team an extremely hard time to defend your honor.”

Grian sighs wistfully, “But you are my honor.”

Mumbo groaned and flushed red at that, “You’ve made that extremely clear with your interview!”

The dirty blonde shrugged and didn’t seem at all unapologetic. Seeing that he was once again going nowhere with attempting to horribly scold Grian, he leaned down and apologetically pecked the man on the forehead. Grian visibly perked up at that and blinked at Mumbo like he was expecting more.

Mumbo didn’t give him more, simply rolled his eyes and turned to leave, “Redo the interview tomorrow and you can negotiate for more.”

“MUUUUUUUUUUMBOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Grian’s complaints fell to no one’s ears as Mumbo left the training room.

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GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestive comments. WORD COUNT: 6.0k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dadtobe!gojo, pregnant!oc, established couple. a lil' jealous!oc.

SYNOPSIS: a compilation of short stories about the stages of pregnancy with oc gojo girlfriend and satoru. AUTHOR'S NOTE: please make sure to read 'accidents' before milestones. i couldn't have you guys miss out on oc gojo girlfriend and satoru's pregnancy journey. it was so fun to write this. a lot of research went into the baby gojo chronicles, i honestly think my fbi agent thinks i'm pregnant. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

8 weeks: the first pre-natal appointment

it has been two weeks since you and satoru decided that you were going to keep the baby. this week was your first pre-natal appointment to "meet" baby gojo. you couldn't tell who was more nervous, you or satoru.

during your appointment, satoru sat in the exam room as the nurse drew your blood to perform tests and to confirm the pregnancy. the nurse also performed a pap smear, which freaked satoru out after he saw what a speculum looked like. he said it looked like a 'torture chamber tool' and you wholeheartedly agreed with him.

you exchanged soft smiles with satoru multiple times throughout your appointment. satoru was engrossed with the entire process. his curiousness was adorable in your eyes as he asked your nurse questions about all the procedures and tests she was performing. about an hour later after receiving the results of your blood tests, your doctor entered the room.

“well, first things first, congratulations on your pregnancy (y/n)! your blood test came back positive with hcg.” your doctor began, “now let’s talk about some upcoming lifestyle changes you'll have to make.”

“wait, when do we get to see the baby?” satoru interrupted. you glared at him, dark green eyes telling him ‘shut up, satoru’.

“we’ll perform the ultrasound after this, satoru.” your doctor chimed. “(y/n), i want you to start taking a pre-natal. stop eating raw fish, deli meats, and eat thoroughly cooked meats for now.”

you blinked twice. that meant no sushi for you. your heart sank a little. satoru noticed the disappointment shift in your mood. he felt a little guilty.

"so that's why you had me cook your steak well-done..." satoru whispered to himself. you scoffed at his sudden realization from two weeks ago. (read ‘accidents’ here)

“do you or satoru have any pre-existing medical conditions in either families?”

“no. but he might be pre-diabetic by the time he’s 40.” you snorted.

satoru chuckled and reported back, “there’s nothing on my side of the family to note.”

“that’s great to hear. just be aware of gestational diabetes, (y/n). i know you love your chocolate ice cream so watch your intake.” your doctor typed some notes in your patient profile, “your due date is looking close to october 14th. any other questions?”

“can the baby come earlier?” satoru quickly asked.

your doctor smiled at the both of you, “i wouldn’t necessary call it early, but babies are considered full term at 37 weeks. it would be good for the baby to be born around or after that time.”

“uhm, do you think i’ll be able to give birth vaginally?” you asked next. your sister-in-law had to have c-sections, so that worried you. her recovery was a journey for her and honestly, it scared you. but you were willing to do whatever it takes to make sure baby gojo arrived safely.

“as long as there aren’t any complications, of course. we can plan on that. we'll just have to monitor how your pregnancy is going.” your doctor picked up on yours and satoru’s quiet and awkward social queues, "and yes, you can still have sex while you're pregnant.

"oh, thank god." satoru sighed in relief as you smacked him with the back of your hand. he was so embarrassing.

"please, just ignore him." you looked at your doctor, cheeks cherry red.

she laughed and asked the most important question of the day, “are you guys ready to meet your baby?”

you nodded your head and giggled, “yes. i think satoru’s more excited than i am. he won't shut up about it.”

“i’ve been waiting two weeks for this moment.” satoru said with a sheepish smile, his hand scratching the back of his fresh undercut. his blue eyes peeking through from his sunglasses.

“okay, let’s get started then.” your doctor announced while snapping on her sterile gloves. “we’ll be performing a transabdominal ultrasound today, nothing painful.”

she squeezed a handful of gel to apply to your belly. you jumped in your seat.

“are you okay?” satoru asked, concerned at your sudden movement.

you reassured him, “yeah, the gel is just cold.”

your doctor laughed in amusement and started to rub the wand around your abdomen. you heard a fast thumping noise.

“is that the heartbeat?” you wondered, looking at the black and white screen. satoru smiled from ear-to-ear as he cupped his cheek in his right hand, his left hand squeezing yours. hearing his baby’s heartbeat might take the cake for one of his favorite sounds in the world, next to your laugh.

your doctor reported back, “yup. a healthy 138 bpm. i’m gonna take some pictures now…”

you saw a tiny circle in the middle of the monitor as your doctor clicked away on her computer mouse.

“is that the baby?” satoru asked, squinting at the monitor.

“yes. you see the little image that looks like a bean?” she clicked again, “it’s about half an inch… that’s your baby.”

“it’s so cute. how tiny. a baby bean…” you gushed. you turned to look at satoru. he was itching his eyes.

“satoru gojo, are you crying?” you asked in disbelief.

he quickly defended himself, avoiding all eye contact with you. “no! something just got in my eye.”

he was such a liar. his infinity would never allow anything to touch his precious six eyes.

your doctor laughed at the sweet moment between the two of you. you watched the love of your life stare at the black and white screen in amazement. your heart felt like it was going to burst watching him. you wanted to hold him tightly and never let go.

12 weeks: surprise! we’re pregnant!

it was so hard for you and satoru to keep your pregnancy a secret for the past 6 weeks. the only two people who knew you were pregnant were shoko and megumi.

your doctor had advised you to wait until the end of your first trimester to announce your pregnancy because of the risk of miscarriage. once you made it past the first trimester, you thought about how you were going to tell everyone. of course, you and satoru wanted it to be a surprise. an imaginary lightbulb lit above your head.

“babe, i have an idea.” you said excitedly, grabbing satoru’s arm as he was looking through your office drawers for something sweet to snack on.

“hmmm. what is it, sweetheart?” he asked as he unwrapped a piece of chocolate. you always kept a stash of satoru's favorite chocolates in your desk for him because he loved to hide in your office and avoid his sensei duties.

“you know how we usually take a group picture with the faculty, students, and sister school every year? let's tell principal yaga to schedule it early this year.”

“oh, i like where this is going.” satoru laughed. he read your mind. you high-fived him. he gave you a quick peck on the cheek. couples’ telepathy was really a thing.

*********************************

“and why do we have to be here?” maki complained as she folded her arms. she wanted to train, not take a silly picture.

“come on, maki! it’s tradition to get a picture of all the students and faculty. it’s just that we’re taking the picture earlier than usual this year.” panda said as he patted her back.

“even okkotsu came back from his training to be in the picture. my sister flew in just to be in it too.” megumi said as he watched yuta interact with the students from kyoto. tsumiki was attached to your hip. megumi already knew the real reason why the picture was scheduled so early in the school year and why tsumiki was asked to be in the picture.

“alright! everyone looks great.” yuji cheered as he walked to his assigned spot for the group picture.

principal yaga gathered everyone, “please make your way to the field and get into your assigned spots. satoru will be pressing the button for the camera since he can teleport to his spot quickly.”

you nervously watched as all the students and jujutsu high faculty made their way to their spots, getting ready for the picture.

“okay everyone!” satoru shouted as he prepared himself to teleport next to you and megumi, “i’m pressing the timer!”

satoru appeared by your side as the 10 second timer ticked. satoru sneakily pressed record instead taking of a picture. “everyone say ‘(y/n)-sensei’s pregnant’!”

everyone stopped to look at you and satoru in confusion.

“what?”

“what did he say?”

“huh?!”

“(y/n)-sensei… is pregnant?!”

“wait what?”

“holy shit, (y/n)-sensei is pregnant!”

after a few seconds of questioning, everyone realized what had just happened. you had just announced your pregnancy.

in that moment, you were tackled by tsumiki, megumi, yuji, nobara, and yuta as they cheered around you in a group hug. ijichi, akari, principal yaga, nanami, ino, mei, utahime and shoko were all congratulating satoru. they took turns speaking with the both of you, giving you well wishes on a safe and healthy pregnancy.

“congrats, (y/n)-sensei.” maki said with a soft smile, embarrassed she complained about being here. she wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.

panda added, “yes, congratulations! we’re excited to see you and satoru become parents.”

“salmon, salmon!” toge congratulated you in his own words.

“thanks everyone. if you guys aren’t busy, we’re going to have a celebratory dinner tonight at splendid sushi. satoru’s treat.” you winked.

“hey! i heard that!” satoru shouted at you from across the field as he grinned. both you and satoru were thrilled to see everyone’s excitement on the news of baby gojo.

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“are you nervous to tell my brother you knocked up his little sister?” you teased satoru. you kissed his cheek as he brushed the loose strands of black hair behind your ear.

“nah, i’m sure he wants nieces and nephews for his kids. plus, it was an accident.” he joked as he drummed his fingers on the restaurant table. you and satoru people-watched through the restaurant window, waiting for touya and his wife. (a/n: yeah, touya is married with 2 kids now. his wife’s name is hana. a non-sorcerer. maybe i'll write a wedding fic.)

you smiled as you saw your brother walk into the restaurant, holding the door open for hana. touya’s black hair and golden-yellow eyes beamed when he saw you satoru.

“satoru! how have you been, bro?!” touya greeted his self-proclaimed brother, pulling him in for a bro hug.

“i can’t believe he hugged satoru first.” you looked at hana in disbelief as she giggled, hugging you instead.

“they really are bestfriends now.” hana realized as she sat across from you.

satoru sat back down in his seat next to you, touya sitting across from him. “glad you guys could have lunch with us. it’s been awhile.”

“we have a gift for you guys! a souvenir from our last trip.” you lied to your brother and sister-in-law. you pushed a card and white box towards them.

“open it. it’s special, made especially for you.” satoru urged, touya and hana taking the card to open first.

“what do you get a brother who already has everything?” touya read out loud. hana curiously reading along with him. satoru placed his hand on your thigh. the both of you were grinning from ear-to-ear watching the two open the box. they pulled out a beige baby onesie.

touya read the text on the onesie, “how about the title uncle and auntie…?”

after putting 2+2 together, touya hid his face with his hands, both him and hana were so happy for you and satoru. your eyes started to water watching them. a tearful laugh came out of you.

“congratulations, you two. my baby sis is having a baby...” touya said as he got up to embrace you.

you hugged him tighter, “thanks, touya…” you softly said. the warmth of your brother's love and support making you extremely emotional. these pregnancy hormones were out. of. control.

18 weeks: an important question

"aren't you curious to what the gender is?" shoko asked you and satoru. you asked shoko to join you two for lunch today because you had an important question to ask the amber-eyed doctor in regards to your unborn child.

you took a bite of your chicken katsu before answering, "of course we are. but we decided not to find out because we want it to be a surprise."

“what do you want it to be? a boy or girl?”

“it doesn’t matter. as long as baby gojo is healthy.” satoru stereotypically said as he stretched his arm to rest over your shoulder. he secretly wanted a girl.

you added, “we raised megumi and tsumiki. we already experienced the best of both worlds. so i’m not picky.”

“i guess i’m just being selfish because i want to know the gender.” shoko laughed as she took a sip of her mimosa.

“oh! shoko, we have a present for you.” you said as you put down your chopsticks. you turned to satoru and he grabbed another white box with a card attached do it, similar to the one you gave touya and hana.

“it better be the gender of your baby.” she laughed as she took the present from satoru.

“it’s something even better.” satoru said with his signature shit-eating grin.

shoko opened the card, reading it out loud, “i need an extra pair of hands to help me learn and grow… i know that yours will be the best because mommy and daddy told me so…?” she looked at the card, confused.

you asked her clearly while trying not to laugh, “shoko, will you be baby gojo’s godmother?”

shoko stared at both you and satoru after she realized what you had just asked of her. she started to chuckle as she got out of her seat to hug you. “of course, i will. hopefully your baby won’t grow up to be a little shit like satoru.” she said as she punched the white-haired sorcerer in the arm, satoru completely letting her bypass his infinity to do so.

“there’s another gift in there.” satoru added, pointing at the giant glass.

shoko picked up the pint glass and read the etching, “you drink too much. you smoke too much. and you cheated on your medical exam. we can’t think of anyone more suitable to be baby gojo’s godmother.”

shoko laughed, “okay, this might have been better than finding out the gender of your baby.”

26 weeks: baby gojo’s first (external) kick

megumi came home this weekend to spend time with you, satoru, and tsumiki. normally, he would be spending his free time exploring japan with nobara and yuji, but since you were pregnant and tsumiki was back for her semester break from her study abroad program, he wanted to spend his free time with his family.

you were in the kitchen with tsumiki making dinner while satoru and megumi sat around the living room with his demon dogs, shiro and kuro. catoru was lounging in their cat scratch post and your spirit birds were out on the patio enjoying the weather. you didn’t realize how zoo-like your home was until now... and that wasn't even including all of megumi's shikigami either.

while chopping vegetables, tsumiki updated you on her high school adventures abroad. ever since she started at e.f. academy, she has been non-stop on-the-go with extracurricular activities. she told you about her latest projects, how the weather was in california, about all the friends she made, and even the boy she had a small crush on. (read 'wherever you are' here)

on the couch, megumi spoke with satoru about his shikigami and how he’s been able to tame a majority of them now. this was the first time in awhile those two haven’t bickered in your presence, and it was a sight to behold.

you rested your hands on your belly as you leaned your back against the kitchen counter, listening to your sweet teenager talk about how cute her crush was. you reminisced about your time in high school, how you thought satoru was a complete asshole when you first met him, and how his good looks and horrible personality made up for it. if your 18 year old self could see you now, she wouldn’t believe the sight. (read 'love at first fight' here)

you felt a little tap against your hands. “huh?” you said out loud, realizing what you just felt on your hands.

“(y/n)? are you okay?” tsumiki asked as she put down the chopping knife. satoru and megumi turned around from the couch, all the attention was on you.

“i think baby gojo just kicked my hand.” you announced. only you were able to feel baby gojo kick internally for the past couple weeks, but now, you thought that satoru and the kids would be able to actually feel the kicks from the outside too.

“hurry, come over here!” you said frantically, hoping baby gojo would kick again. satoru dramatically teleported beside you as megumi hopped over the couch ledge to race over to the kitchen, kuro and shiro following him.

you took all three of their hands and placed it on your belly where you thought baby gojo was. the demon dogs sniffed around you, their tails wagging happily. you pursed your lips, waiting for another kick. you felt kuro and shiro licking your hands.

and there it was. another gentle kick from baby gojo.

“i felt it!” tsumiki cheered as she jumped around the kitchen. her bright smile lighting up the room.

satoru hugged you from behind. you both smiled while watching tsumiki and megumi. megumi looked at his hand, and then back at your stomach.

“did you feel it, megumi?” you asked him with a smile.

“yeah, i did.” he said softly. “that was pretty cool.”

“what about you, daddy?” you grinned as you asked satoru.

megumi gagged at satoru’s new title, “gross. i’m leaving.”

you and satoru watched as your moody teenager made his way back to the couch, tsumiki’s attention back on chopping vegetables. satoru’s arms were still wrapped around you, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. baby gojo kicked once more.

“i think baby gojo is saying ‘let go of us so mommy can finish cooking’.” you giggled as you turned around to face the white haired sorcerer. you caressed his cheek with your palm. he snuck two kisses on your neck.

“fine… but i expect some alone time later.” he winked at you before kissing the palm of your hand.

you laughed, “sorry, babe, the kids are home this weekend, plus you get me all to yourself next week when we go to mexico for our baby moon.”

30 weeks: a first time parents' class

"babe, get ready. i signed us up for a class."

"what kind of class? it better not be another ‘how to have sex while pregnant’ class." you rolled your eyes at the ridiculous class that satoru signed you up for at the beginning of your pregnancy. you sighed, your belly weighing you down on your very comfortable white couch that you would probably need satoru's help getting out of.

he grinned at you as he grabbed your purse and your shoes. "a first time parents class."

your doctor recommended that you and satoru waited until your third trimester to take a 'first time parent' class. the class would teach new parents about the different kinds of births, pain management strategies, what to do if and when your water breaks, how to time contractions, postpartum care, caring for the baby, and baby first aid.

“do we have to go?” you asked, “i’m tired.” feigning exhaustion as you put the back of your hand over your eyes and forehead.

“of course we have to go!” satoru exclaimed as he sat down next to you. he was always so excited whenever it came to anything related to baby gojo. he slipped on your white sneakers for you, swiftly tying your shoe laces bunny ear style as you sat up on your elbows. you caught yourself smiling at him. he was so doting. you could definitely get used to this.

satoru studied you. you weren't wearing any makeup today, but you had the radiant "pregnancy glow" that everyone talked about. you wore a beige dress under a white crop t-shirt that hugged your belly tightly. “you look beautiful, so no need to change or do your makeup.”

“you just don’t want to be late.” you laughed. this was the first time that satoru gojo was on time for anything.

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satoru teleported you both to the hospital in tokyo that you go to for your all your doctor appointments. apparently the hospital was hosting the class he signed up for. there were many pregnant women with their significant others, friends, mothers, and mother-in-laws sitting around the small auditorium.

as you entered the room, you heard gasps and whispers about satoru.

“wow! what a good looking guy!”

“he’s a total hottie!”

“that guy is gonna be a dilf for sure!”

“do you see the cutie with the white hair and blue eyes?!”

“where should we sit?” satoru asked as he held your hand. you looped your free arm around his bicep covetously, staking claim to your man as if your very pregnant belly didn't do so already.

“don’t pretend like you don’t hear all the women in this room talking about you.” you hissed at him as you sat down in a seat closer to the front of the auditorium. because this happened everywhere you went with satoru, normally it wouldn't bug you, but for some reason it did today.

“somebody’s a green eyed monster today.” he sang with a smug smile. it was his favorite analogy to use when you were jealous because your green eyes were so fitting. he sat down next to you, draping his left arm around your shoulder, his right elbow perched on the arm rest. after over a decade of being with you, he was unphased by comments from other women. he ate it all up in high school, but satoru gojo became a changed man once he met you.

“am not.” you said under your breath. you stayed quiet for a moment. “babe, i just think it’s funny how—”

satoru's left ear was saved as your 'i think it's funny how' rant was interrupted by the presenter, “good afternoon! and welcome to the first time parents class!”

even though you were jealous and didn’t like how all the other women in the auditorium were drooling over satoru, you couldn’t stay mad. throughout the years, satoru’s beautiful blue eyes have never strayed and he never made you feel unwanted, even when you argued or when you were being difficult and stubborn. he was never bothered by your jealously. you were the only person he chased after since the day he met you at jujutsu high.

throughout the class, satoru took notes on his phone and asked questions during the q&a. it was hard to stay mad at a man as dedicated and involved as satoru gojo. you decided to just ignore the women in the class, however, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t cling to satoru when the class ends.

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“so, what’d you think about the class?” satoru asked as he placed your go-to order of ice cream in front of you. he sat across from you as you glared at his sweet, handsome, smug face.

“it was fine. we learned a lot of information, don’t you think?” you deferred as you scooped a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“yeah, and i learned that you still get jealous til’ this day.” satoru poked fun at you. “remember the first time i took you shopping in shibuya? you were soooo jealous of all the girls talking about me and you weren’t even my girlfriend at the time.” he laughed at the memory. (read ‘love at first fight’ here)

you quipped back, “satoru, everyone knows that you’re the one who’s obsessed with me.”

“true,” he agreed while taking a bite of your ice cream, “but it’s nice to see that side of you every once in awhile. what’s my baby gonna do when she’s not my number one anymore?” he mocked in a playful tone, shooting a bright toothy smile at you.

your emerald green eyes pierced his sapphire blue eyes. “what do you mean by that?”

“baby gojo is gonna be my number one.” satoru said nonchalantly, licking caramel off your spoon.

you took your ice cream away from him. holding the cup closer to you instead of putting it in the middle of the table to share.

satoru chastised you, “that’s not nice, sweetheart.”

“you’re insufferable, babe.” you rolled your eyes at him. “first, you let women drool all over you in front of me, then you tell me that i’m not your number one anymore. what’s next? you don’t love me either?”

“there you go with the theatrics.” satoru sighed, folding his arms. he wouldn't expect anything less from his life partner.

“i learned from the best teacher, i think his name was satoru gojo.” you winked at him.

"it's a good thing i love you." satoru said as he leaned over the table to kiss you on the lips. he tasted just like caramel.

32 weeks: nesting

"this fucking crib is going to be the death of me." satoru muttered under his breath as he struggled putting together the 'smart' crib that he bought. as soon as satoru found out you were pregnant, he spent a whole month researching cribs to decide which one he was going to buy for baby gojo. he decided on the most expensive one, thinking that it would be the best. rich people logic. this crib was called a 'snoo'.

"you didn't have to get such a high tech crib, babe." you said as you sat on the bed folding warm, freshly washed baby clothes and baby bedding for the snoo. you admired how cute and small the onesies were. because you and satoru didn't know the gender of your baby, you bought a lot of neutral colored clothing like beiges, tans, browns, and whites.

"my baby is going to have the best everything." satoru boasted. of course, baby gojo was going to be spoiled. they had you and satoru gojo as their parents.

during the past couple of weeks, you and satoru had bought a handful of important things that new parents would need for a newborn baby such as a crib, stroller, car seat, changing table dresser, and a comfortable lounging chair for your bedroom to put next to baby gojo's crib for the late night feeds.

satoru insisted that everything would be 'nuna' branded. the employee at his favorite department store convinced him after they mentioned that nuna was the "lamborghini of baby strollers and car seats." the matching stroller and car seat system was well over $1,000, you couldn't argue with satoru about how much he was spending because it would be hypocritical of you and your spending habits. so you let him get what he wanted.

after hours of setting up the snoo, putting together the baby stroller, installing the car seat, and building the dresser, satoru sighed, "what a long day." he crawled under the covers to meet you in bed, the back of his hand covering his face in exhaustion.

“it’s a good thing you could just use blue to move the lounge chair from the front door to the bedroom. you probably would've broke your back.” you teased him, knowing satoru gojo doesn’t do manual labor.

“the one easy part about today.” he complained.

while satoru took on his fatherly projects, you were able to deep clean the apartment, put baby clothes and diapers into the newly built dresser, add the clean bedding to the snoo, and re-organize all the drawers in the apartment. you were in the nesting stage of your pregnancy.

you turned to face him, your pregnancy pillow creating a divide between you and the exhausted sorcerer. he flattened your pregnancy pillow with his arm as you took his hand to lace your fingers with.

“you could’ve hired someone to build the snoo and the dresser, satoru.” you said to him, knowing that he normally would’ve.

“yeah, i know, but this is for my baby. i want to make sure everything is perfect.”

your heart melted at the fact that satoru was giving it his all to be involved. deep down, he wanted to be a good father and you could see that. you were proud of him.

"congrats, daddy. you just spent the day nesting with me." you smiled. you knew satoru secretly adored his new title.

the white haired sorcerer laughed, “what the hell is nesting? are we birds?”

“nesting is when couples get their home ready for the baby, satoru.”

“oh yeah? spending hours organizing drawers is nesting? because there’s nothing baby gojo will hate more than the junk drawer we have in the kitchen.” satoru teased.

you kissed the back of your teeth in annoyance, “you have been saying for years that you’d clean out the junk drawer. i found crayons in there from when megumi was in elementary school. he's a high schooler now. it only took me getting knocked up for it to finally be clean.”

you turned your body away from satoru. he moved your pregnancy pillow so he could cling to you (and so that he could be the big spoon).

“i’m just kidding, babe.” he whispered in your ear, kissing the back of your shoulder blade with his soft lips.

“uh huh. go to sleep, satoru.” you replied back to him, attempting to shut your eyes.

“so feisty…” satoru mumbled, still peppering soft kisses along your shoulder blade.

37 weeks: full term

"well... i can give birth at any time now." you said as you read your 'what to expect' app.

satoru placed his free hand on your stomach as he joined you on the white fluffy couch in your living room. you moved satoru's hand to where baby gojo was, using his hand to press firmly into your stomach.

he quickly pulled his hand away from you, afraid that he hurt you and baby gojo, "doesn't that hurt your stomach when you press that hard?" he asked.

"babe, no. give me your hand back. you'll be able to feel baby gojo's feet." you said, reaching for his hand that he reluctantly gave back to you. he leaned over to see what the hard feeling in your stomach was.

"that's baby gojo's feet?" he asked, amazed.

"yeah, baby gojo is literally killing me right now though." you said as you shifted uncomfortably. baby gojo liked to sleep in this position, making you lay on your left side more often.

satoru frowned, he knew you were uncomfortable now more than ever. "i'm sorry, babe."

you squinted at him, "what are you apologizing for?"

"for getting you pregnant."

you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so you nuzzled your head on his chest. he pulled you closer to him, "don't apologize for that. apologize if i'm not able to get an epidural or something." you snickered as you looked up at him, "ready to read week 37?"

satoru nodded and kissed the top of your head as you laid against him.

"baby gojo is as big as a canary melon. estimating 19 inches, and 6 pounds. at 37 weeks, you're 9 months pregnant with the end in sight." you read out loud.

satoru took the phone from you to read his part, "at a glance, if baby gojo was born this week, they'd still be early term. baby gojo is practicing for their grand entrance by inhaling and exhaling amniotic fluid, blinking, and turning from side to side. baby gojo can grab onto things now. baby gojo is likely to be sucking their thumb a lot these days in preparation for feeding sessions."

"it says babies grow about a pound a week. the average fetus weighs about 6 pounds. and that boys are likely to be heavier than girls." you read, "since it's a little crowded in your uterus now, baby gojo may not be kicking as much. instead, they're probably stretching, rolling and wiggling." you laughed because baby gojo was still kicking strong, sometimes it was painful, stopping you in your tracks in the middle of the day.

satoru blue-eyes widened as he read the next paragraph, "here's an interesting fact. at birth, baby gojo's head, which is still growing, will be about the same circumference as their chest."

"i pray to god that baby gojo doesn't have your big head or my vagina is toast." you joked.

satoru glared at you, shaking his head while chuckling. he went back to read through some of the pregnancy symptoms. he noticed that you experienced a majority of the symptoms on the list: the pelvic pain, leg cramps, pregnancy brain, and insomnia.

because you were of small stature, you started experiencing more pressure on your pelvis as the weeks went by. sometimes satoru would hold up your belly for you with his infinity whenever you were close by, and you were thankful for such a helpful cursed technique.

before bed, satoru would feed you bananas and massage your legs to help with the leg cramps. with your breasts and stomach as big as they've ever been, you finally got your stretch marks. for the majority of your pregnancy you were stretch mark-free, they didn't appear until the third trimester. satoru liked to call them your 'tiger stripes' when he would help you apply stretch mark creams and oils to your body. him helping you apply those creams and oils was a form of intimacy you didn't know you needed during this time. satoru always knew how to make you feel confident again.

your pregnancy brain caused you to be a little forgetful, so the acrylic whiteboard in the kitchen was your bestfriend. you left little reminders on the board for yourself, satoru, and megumi throughout your pregnancy.

lastly, it was hard for you to sleep now that you were in the home stretch of your pregnancy. every sleeping position was uncomfortable, and you had to wake up multiple times a night to use the bathroom. you never got a consistent amount of sleep.

even though being pregnant was uncomfortable, you experienced some of the best memories with satoru this year: your trip to mexico gifted from touya, your surprise pregnancy announcement, asking shoko to be baby gojo’s godmother, and all the special intimate moments with satoru. your unborn baby was already so loved by everyone. you couldn't have asked for a better accidental pregnancy.

you and satoru laid on the couch together all afternoon, enjoying each other's presence in this chaotic life for jujutsu sorcerers. catoru purred and slept next to you two on the chaise, your spirit birds perched on their stands as they watched over the apartment. you dozed in and out of sleep throughout the day as sleep was rare for you lately.

you felt satoru's warm hand on your belly again, you held his hand and lifted your head, emerald greens looking towards him.

"babe, i have a serious question." you said softly.

raising your hand to kiss your knuckles, he asked you curiously, "and what's your serious question?"

"are you ready to be a dilf?" you laughed.

"are you ready to be a milf?" he asked you back, chuckling, "cause you are definitely a milf, babe."

you smiled at satoru as he continued to plant soft kisses on your hand, "yeah, i'm ready to evict baby gojo."

little did you and satoru know, baby gojo would break your water next week to make their dramatic entrance into the world. yours and satoru's lives would be forever altered.

satoru and oc gojo girlfriend go on a baby moon from week 27, read the bonus chapter, ‘baby moon’ here.

or are you ready to meet baby gojo? read the next chapter, ‘hello baby’ here.

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a13xandri4 asked:

I'm back for seconds 🙏

I loved what you did with my last request so much so I was gonna fire off another one and see if you'd be willing to do it!

So, I was thinking of the Main Six x a Reader (implied to be female, but doesn't have to be) who is very much a mom friend? Like- just has absolutely everything at any time in their backpack- Glasses cleaner for Logan? Reader has it. Snacks and drink mix-ins? Reader's got it. a spare Rubik's cube for Aiden? Reader's already scrambling it for him to solve. Extra chargers, gum, cash, hair ties, cologne, perfume, dry shampoo, a pair of folding scissors-

This proves to be overwhelmingly useful for honestly the entirety of the main six whether it's at outings, the phantom dimension, get togethers, etc.

You get the gist lol! However you'd like to format it is up to you! Don't rush to this if you have other requests in the queue! I just thought I'd get this idea out before it completely slipped my head!

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AIDEN CLARK:

It's been a minute of silence since you two kind of ran out of conversations so you two decide to just lay down on the floor.

It’s been a while since either of you said anything. The silence isn't awkward, just… quiet. Eventually, you both give up trying to talk and lay out on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

" Aw man. " He groans as he brings a hand up to his face to rubs his eyes.

" What's wrong? " You turn towards him.

" I forgot to the off my contacts last night and they've been itching all day. " He whines as he leans closer to you still rubbing his eyes.

" Why don't you put in some eye drops? " You ask him.

" I ran out like a week ago. "

You sit up, already reaching into your bag," I got some, if you want. "

" Really? Yes please! "

You pull out a tiny case and pass it to him. He opens it, fumbles with the cap, squeezes couple of drops into his dry eyes, then blinks rapidly.

" Thanks, you're a lifesaver. I didn't know you use eye drops too. " He hands them back.

" I don't, not regularly at least. I actually just bought them for you. " You put them back in the tiny bag from before zipping it close.

He pauses, mid blinking, " Wait- for me? "

You shrug, smiling, " Well… for everyone. But mostly you. "

He stares at you, trying to understand why you'd buy them just for him. Eventually he smiles back, slow and surprised, his ears turning red.

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BEN CLARK

Fuck. That's all Ben thinks when he notices his earphones aren't in his bag. He must've forgot them home... Oh well, nothing he can do know can he? Nope, but you can ;). You walk over to him, one earphone in, after noticing his distressed expression.

" Are you okay? " You ask quietly.

He types into his phone, [" I forgot my earphones at home "]

" I see... You can have mine. " You take the remaining head out of your ear and hand them to him.

He hesitates, eyes flicking between the earbud and your face.

" I don’t mind, " you say, guessing his thoughts, " really. "

[" Are you sure? "] You nod smiling reassuring.

He takes them, no, he takes one of the earbuds and again types into his phone.

He finally takes it, not both, just one and then types again, a little slower this time, [" Let’s share? "]

You nod again, slipping the other bud into your ear.

" Here, " you say, holding out your phone. " You pick the song. I bet your taste is way better than mine anyway. "

He smiles, already scrolling.

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LOGAN FIELDS

Logan was desperately trying to clean his glasses with his sweater, since he ran out of those special cleaning tissues.

" Here. " You slide one of those packets over the table to him.

" Hm? " He looks up, scrunching his face trying to identify the object.

" For your glasses. " You open the packet handing the wet tissue to him.

" Oh. Thank you. " He blinks wiping his glasses, now with the tissue you gave him.

" How come you have these? " He asks putting on his glasses again.

" Last week, when you got your glasses done, I asked for some for you. " You shrug and he hums.

" Thank you, that's very considering of you. " He smiles shyly, blushing slightly.

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TYLER HERNANDES

Tyler grumbles as he tries rub off the sweat of his palms, he got from the baseball training earlier.

You notice this and you pull out a damp wipe and gently reach for his hand.

" What are you...? " His brows furrow in confusion.

You don't say anything and just wipe his hand gently, after you are done you reach out for the other one, also wiping it.

" There you go. " You smile satisfied.

He clears his throat, glancing away. " …Thanks, I guess. "

" Anytime. "

" You're so weird. " He blurts making you laugh.

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TAYLOR HERNANDES

" Uh [Name] do you have a spare hair tie? "

" Yeah of course, there, pick one. " you say, pulling out a small bag from your backpack.

" Great thanks! " She grabs one, quickly tying her hair into a ponytail. As she does, she glances over at you.

" You know, you're really practical. Like you always have everything anyone needs. Bandages, snacks, hair ties... I could go on and on! " She tells you.

" Well, I just like being prepared for everything. Never know when you’ll need a granola bar or a random band-aid. " You shrug chuckling.

She laughs, but her eyes linger on you for a moment. " I swear, you're like a walking first-aid kit and convenience store at the same time. I bet you’ve got like, emergency supplies for just about anything. "

" You’d be surprised. " You reply with a sly grin.

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ASHLYN BANNER

" Wow, it's so hot! " You huff, wiping your forehead.

" Hot, indeed, " Ashlyn mutters, retreating into the shade, her pale skin already starting to turn pink. " I feel like I’m gonna fry out here. "

You pull out a bottle of sunscreen, shaking it. " I think it’s best if you cream yourself in. "

She takes it, applying some to her arms and face. " Thanks. "

" Want me to help with your back? Only if you want, of course. " You offer.

They hesitate before turning around. " Uh, yeah, sure. " They pull their hair up, exposing their back.

You rub the sunscreen in, " There, all done! "

You wipe your hands, not noticing Ashlyn is already getting red, just not from the sun.

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I kind of like how this one turned out, I'm really proud of myself :)) Hope you guys like it as much as I do!

@a13xandri4 BREAKFAST/LUNCH/DINNER IS READY!!

[yesimwriting]

can we get a felix angst where its not like felix causing the angst its the reader 😭 i dont know if I worded that correctly.but it’s always felix making the reader sad so maybe the other way around?

a/n we are giving felix a rough day >:)

i love queue,, i'm posting this and babysitting at the exact same time hehehe

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Three songs. You've been sitting at the bar, undivided attention focused on a guy that walked up to you for three songs.

You place your elbow on the bar's surface, angling your head upwards so that it's easier to direct a grin at the stranger. The guy takes a partial step forward, his hand settling on the counter, about an inch away from your skin. Felix can feel some muscle in his law lock. Three and a half songs now.

"You okay?" Annabel's voice is warm against his skin, soft and yet still clear despite the heavy music.

Felix lets his eyes fall shut, his hand settling against Annabel's side. The odd, hollow feeling creating a pit in his stomach has to be a result of the influx of alcohol in his system. Or maybe he's over extended himself, one too many parties and social activities during a week in which he had to complete several, time consuming assignments.

Your distance isn't making these things easier, which is an okay thing to feel. It's even a fact he feels no shame admitting to himself. You're his friend--his best friend--and the two of you came here together. It's only natural for Felix to feel irritated at the thought of being so casually dismissed.

There's also the usual, completely understandable, worry. You're a girl...and while Felix knows you're capable, strong willed, and brilliant, he also understands how guys are.

Sure, Felix might not know that particular guy, but that doesn't mean Felix can't see right through him. Nice hair cut, confident stance, a familiarity in the way he looks at you...

Felix opens his eyes. "I'm fine." He gently squeezes Annabel's hip. "You need another drink?" His eyes land on you. You're giggling now. Beaming. "I'm getting one."

His hand drops back to his side. Annabel's lips pull into a frown. "Sure. I'll have whatever."

He nods once, the motion absentminded as he walks forward. The crowd is a mesh of enthusiastic bodies, packed together too tightly on a too small dance floor. They don't seem to mind, too distracted by the discounted drinks and the prospect of the long weekend the deal is meant to celebrate.

Felix approaches the side of the bar you're sitting at even though the bartender's closer to the other side. He has all night.

He doesn't need it. After a few seconds, there's the squeak of a shifting barstool and something warm touching his forearm. "Lex." Your name for him slips past your lips enthusiastically. You grin at him. "You're here."

Felix's irritation is still sharp enough to make him consider gently pulling his arm away from you, but your touch is so assured and oddly settling. He also likes the thought of you being so willing to hold onto him in front of that guy. "Needed a drink."

You briefly press your lips together, a hint of uncertainty tinging your expression. "I could've brought you one." You let your hand fall away from Felix before crossing your arms on your lap. "And Annabel--she's with you, right?"

There's something pressed between the syllables of your secondary comment that Felix doesn't get. You and Annabel seem to like each other well enough, chatting comfortably during group get togethers. And it's not like Felix was ignoring you to talk to her, you wandered away and Felix ran into Annabel. "You seemed busy."

Your eyebrows pinch together. "Oh, I'm being rude." You shake your head once in an attempt to dismiss any social missteps. "Felix, this is James..." You turn your head, smiling at the guy that's been patiently waiting for this. "And James, this is Felix."

James isn't the first guy to accidentally stumble onto you. They have enough in common to be interchangeable. They all look at you the same way, like you're something to take. They don't think to approach you until late enough in the night to assume that you've had a few. However, there's one thing that unites them more than anything else, and that's the way they react to Felix.

As soon as it's clear that you and Felix are friends, that you're close, they're doing all they can to silently promise that they meant to offense. That they didn't know. That their intentions were perfectly innocent and would have never manifested themselves as anything if they had known that they were treading on unsafe ground.

"James is in my anatomy class." So he already knows you. "And Felix is my friend."

"Best friend." That's the comment that usually does it.

Felix studies James's reaction. There should be something indicating some form of regret or inferiority. Instead, James straightens his spine and tilts his chin upwards a fraction of an inch. There's something determined in the look. "Felix. Nice to meet you. Your friend's talked a lot about you."

The pit in Felix's stomach expands into a chasm. He had never let himself consider the possibility that someone would take you away from him.

You're a relationship person. If this were to go further than a bar chat, it'd turn into more than that. James would fall for you, because who wouldn't? And that--that'd be it.

A boyfriend wouldn't let you sleep in his bed. A boyfriend wouldn't let you get away with a few just because kisses at the end of long night outs. A boyfriend wouldn't understand the two of you enough to let things stay the same.

"Yeah," Felix manages, "Nice to meet you, too." He straightens, his posture reaching a rigidness that's usually reserved for formal events back home. "Y'know she's never really mentioned you, and I'm around her enough to know."

You throw him a look. "We were just talking about how we haven't really talked much this semester."

"Not a lot of room for conversation between labs." James extends a hand, his fingers brushing against your arm. "Though you wouldn't know that watching this one." James tilts his head in your direction. There's a fondness in his expression that has Felix's stomach turning. "Want to see stable hands? Watch her dissect a cat."

Felix doesn't miss the way your expression instinctually sours. Anything that involves cutting into something that once was alive makes you a little nauseous. He's had to subtly comfort you after more involved labs, smoothing circles against your back and assuring you it was all for a good cause.

"Y'know the only reason she's fast is because cutting into animals makes her a little sick." You angle your head upwards to frown at him. The amount of heartache dissection based labs bring you has always embarrassed you. "But I know what you mean, steady hands."

You tilt your head, squinting your eyes slightly in confusion. Felix doesn't think he's said enough to upset you, but then again, who knows what kind of image you want James to hold onto?

There's no way James from intro to anatomy knows you the way Felix does. There's no way he ever could. Letting go of desired perceptions is at the heart of your friendship.

"Let's get a round."

You pull your arm away from the counter. "Lex, we can--"

"C'mon." Felix keeps his voice as harmless as possible. He places a hand on your shoulder, thumb instinctually dragging against the side of your collarbone. "Let me get to know your new friend, Lovie."

James taps his fingers against the edge of the bar. "Yeah," he mumbles, "We're all friendly."

You don't ease, but you also don't say anything or attempt to push Felix's hand away. He waves down a bartender, ordering something from the top shelf.

Felix briefly thinks of Annabel and his promise to bring her something. The bar's too crowded for him to wave her over without leaving, and if there's one thing that isn't an option now it's that. She'll find them if she feels like it, and either way, she's not the type to be bothered by that kind of thing.

James downs his shot with an ease that has Felix wanting to roll his eyes. You're fighting against a grimace, the way you usually do when drinking certain hard liquors without anything to follow. Despite his irritation, Felix still smooths circles against your back.

One round turns into another, which eventually turns into a third. James is chatty, comfortable and unflinching in his place by your side. Something about James's inability to take a hint makes it harder to keep the drinking lighthearted.

"'Nother round?"

You shake your head, the motion exaggerated and sluggish. "I'm out."

The reaction is too tired and genuine to be a sign of anything else besides you having a little more to drink than usual. Felix should take it as a sign to let any passive aggression go. You'll be crawling into his bed, in one of his T-shirts, by the end of the night. There won't be any reason to worry about James then, when he gets to smooth back your hair and brush his fingers against your skin without concern.

But rationality feels too distant for Felix to grasp onto, especially with that gnawing feeling still attacking his stomach. "Come on, Lovie, you don't want to tap out early in front of your new friend."

Leaning back into your seat, you look at Felix openly. For a fleeting moment, there's something unnervingly sober behind your eyes. He can feel you seeing right through him. "Are you okay?"

Felix blinks. "Why wouldn't I be?"

You prop your head up on an elbow, eyebrows pinching together. The haze of alcohol's pulling at you again. "You seem...weird."

He doesn't have a good response. There's no good way to describe the unease that's making it hard to just stand there. Maybe tonight should've been a dorm room night. The two of you could be reading together right now or listening to music or falling asleep to some movie.

"I'm tired."

You frown. "You want to go?"

The thought of leaving with you, of ending this interaction all together is more comforting than the thought of going to bed. "Think so."

You reach forward, not quite reaching Felix's hand but coming close enough for him to get the hint. He intertwines your fingers.

You turn your head to look over at James. He frowns, feeling the impending rejection. "Felix is all grown up, I think he can get back to his room by himself."

"We came here together." There's a sharpness to your voice that has Felix easing slightly, like the thought of ever leaving him to fend for himself is inherently ridiculous.

"Yeah." James presses his lips together into what isn't quite a smile. "I'll see you around."

Felix squeezes your hand. You push yourself to stand. "Yeah, I'll see you."

The two of you stumble out of the nightclub and into a much quieter, stiller world. The moon illuminates the street more than the few streetlights.

You two are walking so close together it's hard to tell who's supporting who. You're leaning against him, but Felix's hold on you is so tight he's not sure he'd be able to walk straight without you. He decides it doesn't matter.

Felix stops walking. It takes you a second to still. Even though you're only half a step ahead, you still turn around fully. Before you can say anything, Felix leans forward, pressing his lips against yours.

It takes you a moment to catch up with what's happening, but once you do, you lean into it. Felix pulls away slowly, his teeth dragging against your bottom lip.

"What was that about?"

Felix can feel the answer in his bones. He wanted to kiss you to prove to himself that he could, that nothing had changed. Instead of admitting that, he shrugs. "You, I guess."

You laugh, tugging on his arm to get him to start walking forward, "You're drunk."

"And you love me."

You roll your eyes. "Very much."

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[plasticfreckles]

🪶 hype food queue rookanis enjoy 🪶

"Lucanis."

"Hmm?" He barely looks up from his book.

Not until Rook brushes her hand over his arm. He follows the direction in which she nods her head, so slightly it may well be a draft in her hair instead.

It stings in his heart like lightning, knowing how well they know each other, so well they can communicate without even moving a muscle.

Around the corner of the building walks a bard Lucanis knows the face of. The musical sphere of Treviso is rather small, after all.

"They hired a bard. For outside. For the queue."

"Need to keep the crowds entertained somehow." Lucanis leans back against the wall. They're lucky they're in a spot in the queue where they're shielded from the sun steadily approaching its apex. "Not everyone came prepared."

Rook grumbles.

"Should've hired for somebody to bring snacks, too."

"I imagine the owners think that if the food's so good that people are willing to line up from sunrise just to catch lunch, they'll also be willing to be hungry for that time."

"Hungry, yeah, but I'm starving."

Her face lights up and she rises from her squat when he presents her with a bun leftover from last night's dinner, reminds him of a child at wintersend.

"I know," he says, and opens his book again.

-

By the time his book is finished and wandering back into his bag, the sun has travelled past its highest position.

The bard is starting their selection of songs over again for the third time.

"Do you recommend the book?" Rook asks. She's leaning next to him against the wall, her weight off her leg.

"It's alright." He shifts his hips, only slightly, presenting her with his bag for her to rifle through herself. "It's about this lost king of a doomed empire, only that king knows full well he's the king and that the empire is doomed without him. He just prefers to wander around the lands with his friends."

"I can relate to that." She digs her heel into the cobblestone beneath them and her shoulders into the brick behind them. "I'd rather be lost with you than doing politics, too." The book gets dropped into the depths of his bag once more before it has even seen the light again.

A sigh, then, as the queue moves and they shuffle a half a step ahead.

"Didn't we get here within, what, two hours of waking up? And we woke up pretty early, too."

"Three hours." Rook frowns at him. "We did wake up.. busy."

He's not normally one for public affection, still feels too clumsy and inexperienced to justify it, feels that their feelings for each other don't need displaying for all the world to see.

Her rare flush, her shy smile, the pull of her presence beside his, however, makes him easily turn to her, offer his hands for her to fidget with. Makes him not even attempt to balance his weight with hands against the wall when she pulls his face down to hers.

"You're upset." His mind reels, how he can tell just from the way she squeezes his fingers.

"Yeah. Not with you, though." She leans her head back against the wall, just far enough for them to not have to cross their eyes to look at each other. "Never with you."

"Talk to me."

"Oh, I don't know. We skipped breakfast for this. I know, I know - my idea, and you did ask if I was sure about skipping breakfast. But.. I don't think waiting this long for food seems right. The food cannot be that good." Dejected, suddenly, her eyes seemingly turning downward at the edges. Her hair falls over her shoulder.

"What if it's nasty?"

"We can still go back home. I'll whip up a quick picnic in the yard."

"You're such a homebody, Lucanis!" There's no accusation, no teasing, not even any seriousness in her reply. The tension in her jaw softens, just a little, the corners of her mouth only just not curling upward.

"Not really," he says. "But if you've already half a mind to just not eat here, why continue to queue up forever when we know I can make better food at home?"

We want to see the fuss. It's a steak. Only so many ways to cook a dead animal. So many ways to mess up. You're just making another argument to go home, Spite. You'd think we've both had our share of meat poisoning. Rook hasn't! Rook doesn't need to experience that. You don't know that! We both know she'd rather have smoked fish and potatoes than puking up her lunch in some alleyway.

"Sometimes I wish I could hear Spite directly, like Emmrich can." Me too!

The way she can tell their conversation without being part of it. It's almost like hearing it directly. Or maybe she's just this good at reading expressions. Or he this bad at hiding them. Maybe all three at the same time.

"He wants to try the food here. Even if it might have gone bad. Even if there's plenty of food at home. Barely even needs warming up."

"You know, I respect that. I'm way too lazy for all that."

"Well," Lucanis starts. He pulls her along as he walks backwards, away from the queue, the tavern, the shade of the wall. Out into the sun, to solitude, to their home.

"You have me, don't you?"

"I do."

🪶

no excuse for this lmao. i was queueing up for a concert and i got bored.

[~rina]

[kentoxo]

Heyy, I really like your writing style!!! and was wondering if your still taking requests, if so would you be willing to write something about higuruma? Like what of he's with Satoru's sister so she's kinda like Gojo, so maybe a sunshine golden retriever x black cat type of thing? If your interested ofc thank you :⁠-⁠)

currently no, BUUUt i have yet to write anything w higuruma so i'm more than excited to write this!

pairing: reader (f) x bf!higuruma

synopsis: you were the light of his life. the sun after the storm. you complimented his personality by not forcing him to change. this is how he sees you, albeit being annoying satoru's sister

a/n: thank you for this req! while im still writing another series and have them closed temporarily, this really helped me combat my writers block so tysm anon :)

He knew the waitress had a thing for him.

Out for his lunch, Hiromi found himself in a small cafe, in urgent need for a cup of black coffee. With his briefcase perched in your future seat, Hiromi sat with one leg over the other, newspaper in hand. He pulled out his tie a bit, relief surging through him from his untightened collar. Hiromi had just won a case, and he was exhausted.

The waitress made her feelings known, as she lovingly placed his cup down, with a side of a scone he did not ask for. "A sweet thing for your coffee," she offered, the sultry on her tongue disgusting him.

He nods his head, queueing her to continue waiting other guests as he grabbed the cup of coffee. Hiromi stared at the scone in detest, wondering why she would ever think that he would want such a sweet. His dose of saccharine was on her way, and he wanted to save his sweet tooth for your arrival.

The waitress came back after noticing he downed his coffee, her fingertips pressing firmly around the rim of his mug. "Another refill for you, sir?" She offers sweetly.

Hiromi shakes his head, never looking up at her, "no, thank you. And please feel free to take this back as well." He lightly pinches the rim of the scones plate.

She frowns but doesn't take offense, "not your favorite flavor?"

"I'm not taken by sweets," Hiromi hums simply, his eyes dragging left to right on the black and white paper. She hesitates, but takes the scone and walks promptly away.

The bell that hung right above the entrance wrung, and you looked around swiftly for your boyfriend. You see the spiky hair of your lover, and smile widely. You practically skip over to him, covering his eyes with your hands. Your hands were freezing, he noted mentally.

"Did my boyfriend have to wait long for me?" You playfully spoke in his ear. He shakes his head, the smallest of smiles itching the corners of his lips. He puts the newspaper down to take both of your hands into his. They were incredibly warm, his skin soft yet ornate with callouses. You could feel his fingertips twist playfully the gold rings on your fingers.

"Is it really cold outside?" Hiromi asks you warmly. He lets go of your hands and rises from his chair, quickly putting down the briefcase on the floor to pull out your chair. You smile bubbly, taking your seat as he slowly pushes you in.

"Just a lil," you say with a smile. You unwrap the scarf around your neck, hanging it on the corner of your chair. "Did you order anything yet, Hiro?"

He mentally smiles at the nickname you coined for him, "just a coffee. I waited for you so we could eat together."

"But you must be hungry," you say, pouting your lips. He looks up at you, noticing you softly jump in your seat from excitement. "Thank you for waiting for me, though! Let me get the menu."

As your eyes darted around the menu, Hiromi couldn't help but stare at you.

Never in a million years would he have imagined to encounter and court a woman like yourself. To join the world was already a weight for him, on top of his current 'normal' life as a struggling lawyer, it was relieving to have such a warm partner like you. Especially the sister of sorcerer-famous crackhead, Satoru Gojo.

But your energy was addictive. Never having a sweet tooth, he couldn't get enough of your sugary personality. Your smile was too inviting, while the way you spoke was enticing. Your beauty made his mouth water.

You made him feel like he didn't have to change in order to compliment your personality. In fact, you loved the way he was. Cold, shielded to others while he melted from your touch. He'd never laugh at anyone's joke unless it came to you. Then, his laugh was infectious. You were the funniest gal he had ever met, and for that he needed to cherish you.

"Do you know what you want, love?" He asks quietly, hoping he wasn't rushing you to decide.

You purse your lips a bit, putting down the menu to meet his eyes, "what are you getting?"

"A hamburger," Hiromi replies simply.

"Mmmm," you hum, your pensive expression melting his heart. Your eyes narrow down to his, a smile quickly forming on your lips. "Then I think I'll get the chicken panini! But I'll skip the fries and take from yours. Is that okay, Hiro?"

Please do. Take whatever you want from me, he thought. "Of course," he hums.

"I'll make the order, 'kay?" You say cheerfully, knowing that Hiromi wasn't a fan of ordering himself. He nods gratefully, taking the newspaper back in his hands to fold it up properly. As he did, you raised your hand to the waitress that, unbeknownst to you, had been serving Hiromi with intention.

The waitress holds light abhor in her eyes, covering it with a shit eating smile. "Welcome in," she says to you with a forced voice. She then looks over to Hiromi, "are you and your friend ready to order?"

Hiromi looks up at you after her striking words, noticing a sudden fire in your eyes. With a wicked smile, you put down the menu and smile widely at the waitress, "ah, yes we are!"

You look at Hiromi with a warm smile, winking at him before returning your challenging gaze at the waitress, "my hubby would like the double cheeseburger," you began confidently, "well-done, with cheddar cheese instead of American-- and no pickles." You knew him too fucking well.

The waitress rolls her eyes at the realization that you were his partner. Hiromi had to keep himself from laughing at your unwavering confidence.

As you said your order, you quickly give her back the menu, all smiles. Although you did not have the classic blue eyes like you should as a Gojo, your gray eyes glimmered with an icy glare that would make anyone shudder. The waitress was no different.

"Anything else?" The waitress asked, her voice small.

"Ummmm," you tilt your head left and right in thought. "Can I have a chocolate scone please?" The same as what she had brought to Hiromi. Of course, you did not know that, but it definitely brought a rare smile to Hiromi's lips.

The waitress nods begrudgingly, stomping away as you weaved your fingers together to rest your chin upon. Hiromi lets out a chuckle, "you're quite ferocious when you're jealous, doll," he says curtly.

"Jealous? Me?" You say with a innocent tone. Eyes are wide and dripping purity. "She never had a chance to begin with."

Those pink, soft lips form into that compelling smile of yours. That smile could wipe away all of his stresses and woes. The shine that always followed you in his eyes led the way to a happiness he didn't think was possible. You were the novocain to all his pains, and he wanted nothing more than to protect you for as long as he could.

"I won a case today," he murmured casually, waiting eagerly for your reaction.

Your eyes widen, lips apart with your fists shaking in joy. "Ah, because you're the best there is, Hiromi!" You cheer quietly. You take his hands into your own and smile, your light bringing a little too much joy to Hiromi's heart. "Congratulations, my love. I knew you were gonna kick ass today."

A rare smile appears, and Hiromi's eyes warm onto you. "Thank you, doll," Hiromi replies warmly.

Oh, the things he will do in order to maintain this bright, joyful life with you.

[cryptic-forge]

about the return of commissions

i'm making this post because i've gotten a bunch of inquiries about the status of my commissions & a possible waiting list.

i've done a lot of comms this year, and individually, they have all been fun projects. i've gotten to work with refreshing character designs, and my clients have been lovely and very understanding of whatever small delays and troubles have happened.

however, as a collective thing, commissions have really driven home the fact that i'm disabled. i knew i couldn't do regular work, but thought i might be able to handle working from home, and at a thing i love. turns out i can't. this is good to know, since i'm applying for legal disability status anyway, but still not super fun to find out.

this doesn't mean i'm closing commissions forever. i am, however, going to scale down and move to some kind of a slot system, with few slots available.

now that my comm queue is finally empty, i will have a break. i'll reasses the situation in early 2025, and might do one/some of the following things:

open 2-3 commission slots to see how that feels

put some premade ooak dolls up on my ko-fi shop

see about picking a doll to perfect for professional resin casting & host a small preorder. on that note, if anyone is interested, feel free to drop a comment and tell me what doll(s) you'd most like to see in resin. i won't hold you to it later, simply sending out a feeler. also if anyone who has done a preorder is willing to chat with me about the process, please slide into my dms.

[ruvviks]

// COMMISSIONS!

opening up general commissions so i thought i'd make a new post, most info is already in the slides but i require a document with information and references before we can get started, list below!

// WHAT YOU'LL PUT IN THE DOC.

which type of commission you want (head/bust/half body + lines/color)

short description / introduction of your oc

at least one visual reference but preferably more; face claim, art, picrew (if the maker allows it), NO a/i art!

additional visual references such as pose, clothing, tattoos, and color scheme; if you don't have any preferences, you can skip this!

additional details that i need to keep in mind (freckles, scars, stuff like that)

what kind of background you'd like (solid color, gradient, dual color)

// NOTES.

DM me before paying! i would like to see references first before receiving payment, so i'll know what i'll be working on!

if there's no open slots left, i can put you on the waiting list and i'll reach out to you as soon as i've worked through my queue :D i work in batches as to not overwork myself, so i cannot give you an indication on how long you'll be on the waiting list

i'll keep you updated throughout the entire process, please keep an eye on your tumblr dms when commissioning me for smooth communication! i'm willing to move to discord for communication too, but if i don't know you well please keep it professional

i might charge extra for complicated background pattern requests, complicated armor or complicated tattoos, but feel free to request anything because we can always discuss details about stuff!

the end result is a digital artwork of your oc, you will not receive any physical goods!

you’re allowed to post the art wherever and use it for icons and such, as long as you don’t take credits for the art yourself. you are not allowed to sell it or use it for n/f/t or a/i purposes

ko-fi: ko-fi.com/nuclearvessel