#all in the hope that they like who i am since all i share and say is who i am and its a lowkey way to show them

[pixiecaps]

recapping a bit of what haru said on stream

haru on her stream spoke about how shes had a really awful past five years and all her experiences just from this past year has been incredible. she gave a massive thank you to everyone and that she has no regrets.

“i never imagined i’d be where i am right now and i mean it with all my heart thank you so much. i had a very good time and i hope to have made you guys happy.”

she mentioned that since she was young shes always wanted to make content that makes people happy because she felt the world was missing a lot of love so shes happy to have given the world a piece of her heart. she mentioned how shes met so many incredible people who motivated her to see the good parts of life. to have found even this little bit of sunshine has left her so grateful. she says thank you for all the kindness, all the moments, all the memories, all the words, everything. shes very happy and mentioned this has been a very special experience for her. she reminded her chat that theres always another day and to enjoy life to the maximum, to live, to love, to talk, to hug each other, to be happy always, and that all the beautiful happiness we’ve given her will be returned back to us. she continues to express her gratitude. she mentioned this is one of the most beautiful communities shes ever had the pleasure of meeting in the entire world. she goes on to include the spanish, portuguese, french, english, german, and korean community in that statement.

“there is love in all types of languages and that love needs to be shared.“

she said her words will never be enough to express all her gratitude. she gave a reminder to always keep being kind. her voice falters a couple times from all the emotions. she mentioned shes cried enough and didn’t want to keep crying since she had something to do tomorrow and she didnt wanna have swollen eyes lmao.

she then shares a more personal moment. paraphrasing here.

“after i lost my dad i swear i felt like my life was falling apart. i never thought i’d be able to recover. after that many things happened and in those things, i wasnt destined to meet two people, this is a story i’ll always remember because i wasnt destined to meet these people. … they tell me hey the actor for this little thing didn’t show up and i say no way seriously? tell them to let me be it, tell them please because i want to be with you guys (harus two friends who were apart of the project). and i didnt think they’d agree… and they said yes. and i met two very important people and honestly (starts crying) thank you so much. thank you so much nussa. thanks to you i was able to meet them. i never imagined this would happen i promise you. thank you nussa. it means a lot to me that you decided to put me (into the leo spot). the only major thing in my life, i started being so happy, i started enjoying all the moments in my life as if it were the last, thanks to all this i’m here. and could meet you all. such a beautiful community.” she goes on to keep thanking nussa while crying and saying it was written in the stars. she goes on to say that shes gonna tell this as a story some day to her family, who doesnt know what she does or that she streams, and she’ll tell them about all of this with so much care and love. shes very thankful to have learned so much english and more about so many different cultures. she again reiterates shes very happy.

she also teases that she wants to go to brazil!!!! which… might be soon… and that theres little things being planned so hopefully if all goes well…👀 (an egg admin meetup would go so hard)

NOW GO SUPPORT HER ON TWITCH @ HarumiVT

[lakrisrot]

A goodnight Sending

Spoilers for c3e95, 850 word ficlet

Essek is kept from his bed by a few arcanely enhanced interrogations of the inn’s staff, who all corroborate the story of Desirat’s recent attack, in varying levels of accuracy and usefulness.

Reaching his own room at last is a relief, even if he is not such a fool as to take a closed door as security. Still, the quiet is pleasant. It has been an eventful day.

He saves his last seventh level with little consideration needed, and begins habitually moving around the small, dark chamber. Each spell weaves another strand of tentative comfort around him.

A twist of a ring, and See Invisibility spills like quicksilver through his vision. The lack of prying eyes sheds a weight off his shoulders, sweetened by the dropping of his Disguise. He runs an idle hand through his hair before summoning a ribbon to tie it plainly away from his face. An Alarm by the entry points—a spell he carries actual components for, in an act of sentimentality for the man who taught him—and he allows himself to feel the twinge in his neck, the stiffness running down his shoulder. A final, indulgent Dispel across the center of the chamber washes it clean of any hidden malicious enchantments.

Essek sits on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his sleeves. It is late, but … neither of them are sleeping early these days. He raises his hands and exhales into his Sending.

“Hello, Caleb. Is this a good time? I am well.”

It is a dear ritual, this distant exchange of words in the evenings. Each update feels particularly precious, with the powerlessness of blocked communication still a fresh bruise on his confidence. The world had never felt quite as vast as then.

The spell connects, today. It is easy, when unobserved, to soften with the anticipation of his partner’s voice. He leans into it like a hug.

Essek. It is good to hear from you.

A pause, as Caleb either sets aside his work or walks away from curious ears.

You have reached Eiselcross, then? Keep warm. Keep safe. How are the adventurers?

Essek smiles as he listens, gently working rings off his fingers and piling them onto the covers. He recasts.

“Hm, no, not yet. We are resting the night in Zadash. Lodge of the Eclipse, room four and seven. Should be safe, though.”

Even with the spell run out before his words, he waits for the response before recasting.

Shopping, hmm? I see how it is. I am glad to know where you are tonight. I am camping … ah, by some lovely rowan trees.

“Mmm, sounds scenic. Your adventurers … Well, they are interesting. You did not mention their dunamantic capabilities.”

He pauses, watching the string of arcana waver gently with his breath. A shock of longing sinks through him. It has been too long since they have shared a full night over arcane theory, with no apocalypse threatening like sunrise. Perhaps that longing is what sends his thoughts down paths of nostalgia.

“They remind me of old times,” he finishes.

Caleb’s huff of humor sounds edged with sleepiness.

How so, dear? Have they tried to hug you yet?

You will need to recount everything. When we spoke, they knew little of dunamis.

“They are not that fearless.”

Essek flops back onto the bed, sighing.

“A joke. No, I do not believe I look like I need it as desperately as back then. I think …”

Mhm mhm?

Another spell. They are easy to spend, like this.

“They are ambitious. But wounded, I think. Perhaps recently … Perhaps not. Wound tight with the scarring.”

He frowns up at the ceiling beams as they vibrate slightly, but it seems to pass.

“They remind me of the old me.”

I see.

Essek can hear the smile in his voice.

Perhaps you shall be the hugger, then. Yes, roll your eyes. But you have been taught well, have you not?

Caleb Sends before he can, eager to finish his point.

In all seriousness, I hope they are not too much trouble. They are … important, I think.

And you have many wisdoms to pass along, yes?

“Mmm, certainly. Like the wisdom that it is far past your bedtime.”

Quietly, he adds, “I would like you to save your spells, with where you are sleeping.”

Another Sending arrives. Silly man.

All right. Rest well, Essek. I miss you.

Remember your morning stretches. And your squats.

“Only if you wear your reading glasses tomorrow. And I miss you, too. Stay safe.”

He has space for I love you but knows it will prompt Caleb to Send again, to return the sentiment. His hesitation draws long enough for the spell to end, and regret pools immediately. He knows, Essek reminds himself. Just as Essek knows. And they will speak again tomorrow.

The quiet of the room gains new depth as his hands fall to his lap, only deepened by the muffled sounds of late-night drinkers. The ceiling creaks again, something thumps.

Essek settles in to trance, mind far away from the creaking inn, drifting somewhere between rowan trees and a red moon.

[pepsiboyy]

idk if you take fic requests! but maybe a fic based off of Greek God by Conan Gray. like Matt or Chris pretend they don’t like yn where they’re around their sport (whatever sport, you choose!) friends. they all have a really high ego and are cocky. but there’s a tension between M/C and yn bc they used to be friends until M/C got popular but yn didn’t so now they’re not friends cuz M/C let his popularity status get to him. but they sometimes speak on the down low (M/C doesn’t wanna be seen talking to yn) they’re families are family friends which is why they’re technically forced to still talk every once in a while. but eventually the tension gets too intense, and well, M/C can’t handle it anymore and it ends up turning into a childhood friends to enemies to lovers type story 🤭 ALSO, YN STANDS HER GROUND AND DOESNT LET M/C GET HER THAT EASILY, SHES NOT JUST GONNA FALL FOR HIM INSTANTLY CUZ HE FINALLY STARTS PAYING ATTENTION TO HER!! thanks!!

GREEK GOD.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: just read the request :p warnings: cursing, mentioned of alcohol, being drunk, use of y/n lol, angst (resolved sorta) a/n: THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST!!! i hope it's what you were looking for, i spent a lot of time trying to make this work :") thank you so much for the request!!

i stood at the edge of the ice rink, my hands clasping together with high hopes.

i came to cheer on matt and chris, with nick seated beside me as he scrolled through instagram and snacked on some chips that he brought.

nick was my best friend, without a doubt. i told him everything. matt was one of my comfort friends. someone i didn't talk to as often as nick, but enough to where i feel fully comfortable talking to him about whatever may happen. chris, on the other hand...

chris was chris.

it was hard to describe the dynamic the two of us shared.

chris and i actually used to be closer than me and nick, or anyone, honestly.

he would pick me up when i fell, give me some of his snacks and even a sip of his pepsi if i wanted. he would reassure me when i felt low, and even put me in my place if he knew i was out of line.

before we knew it, high school rolled around. freshman year was relatively normal, sophomore year too.

junior year he started making newer friends, but he also had a different lunch period from the rest of us. i'd only really see him when matt gave me rides home.

senior year rolled around, and chris was a changed person. ever since he made it to the varsity hockey team with his new friends, he changed. he claims it's because we "grew apart" but we didn't. he goes out of his way to make me look bad in front of his friends, or even act like he has no idea who i am. it kind of made me feel stupid.

matt being on varsity with him didn't help his case at all, either.

so, when i came to watch them play, nick would sit with me and i would cheer on them both, even if chris pretended to hate me.

so, here i am. standing at the edge of the rink with nick, who was now standing beside me as we watched the two we knew and loved. matt effortlessly weaving past a defender, sending the puck flying towards chris, who sent it into the goal and made it.

the sound of skates cutting through ice was sharp in my ears, and the bright arena lights cast a glow over everyone while each and every cheer echoed in the cold air.

i remember when we all used to skate together freshman year here, the arena empty and our arms all linked together because i couldn't skate for the life of me, on matter how bad i tried.

those days felt like a lifetime ago now.

you had all grown a lot since then.

apart, apparently.

"hey, y/n, what are you doin' here?" a boy from the team questioned, skating to the glass with a cocky grin. "came to see the champ?" he asked, referring to chris.

i rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, allowing my eyes to trail elsewhere. "just here to support my friends." i mumbled.

chris glanced over, his expression neutral, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes - guilt, maybe, or recognition of the unspoken tension between them. before i could look away, he turned back to his friends, laughing at some joke i couldn't hear.

i sighed and took a seat beside nick again, letting out a soft hum as i did. the familiar sting of hurt and anger was beginning to get to me.

the memory of chris and i being inseparable, chris changing, chris making fun of me to his friends, all of it. it hurt. popularity inflated his ego, and i always refused to be an admirer in his little fan club.

after the game, i found myself lingering near the exit of the rink. i typically waited for the crowd to die and the traffic to slow down before leaving. it was too busy for me.

the locker room door swung open, and out poured the hockey team that was riding out the high of their win. chris was among them, laughing loudly and tossing his hockey stick over his shoulder. we met eyes for a moment, and his smile seemed to falter. until he leaned to a friend of his and nudged them, mumbling something to make them both laugh.

"hey, y/n!" chris called out. "didn't think you'd stick around here. still obsessed with me or what?"

i stared at chris with a deadpanned expression. "stop getting me to stroke your ego, christopher." i bit back, trying to keep my voice steady.

this shit was annoying, really.

chris's friends snickered, and he shrugged it off, turning away as if i were nothing more than an afterthought to him. "whatever. let's get out of here."

the group moved past me, their laughter seeming to echo in the hallway. i felt a lump form in my throat, but i refused to let anyone see me get upset over something to miniscule.

i knew this version of chris was a facade, but that didn't really make it hurt any less. the boy i once loved and cared for deeply was now buried under layers of arrogance and bravado, and i wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily.

the crowd began to die down, so i gathered myself and pushed out of the door, making my way towards my car.

as i walked towards the car, i saw chris again, this time with his brothers as they leaned against their minivan and talked about the game together.

for a moment, chris looked up, and our eyes met. there was a flicker of something in his gaze - regret, maybe, or a silent apology - but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

he mumbled something to his brothers before he kicked off and made his way towards me.

"need a ride home? matt can take you." his tone was casual, but strained.

i stared at chris for a moment in disbelief, before quickly shaking my head and sighing. "no thanks. i can manage."

chris opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it, looking away. the silence between us stretched, and it filled with all the things left unsaid.

and with that, i turned on my heel and began walking home.

saturday. the days where the sturniolo household invited me for dinner were so much fun, genuinely. they were an amazing family. and chris typically acted normal around her when she was invited over.

i pulled into the driveway of their home, smiling softly to myself as i turned the music down. i pulled down the mirror and fixed my hand, humming to myself before taking my keys.

i was wearing something pretty cozy, just a crewneck and some bleached jeans and converse. they were like my second family, no need to get fancy.

i knocked on the door, where matt answered and pulled me into a hug of greeting. "hi, y/n," he breathed and smiled softly before leading me further into their home, where i was met with nick, marylou, their mother, and jimmy, their father.

"where's chris?" i questioned, the words falling from my lips faster than i could stop them.

nick exchanged a look with matt before he shrugged. "not sure, he just said he was going to some hockey party for their win last night."

i scoffed and nodded, taking a seat in my usual spot between nick and marylou.

the empty chair across from me was honestly quite intimidating. more than it would have been if chris were there.

chris was always the one with crazy stories and conversation topics.

we sat in a comfortable silence, though, which i'm sure nick and matt enjoyed as they listen to chris every day of their lives.

"you're still goin' to their hockey games and cheerin' em on?"

marylou questioned, and i turned to her and smiled. "yeah, they're really great, actually." i smiled softly, and marylou nodded.

"i know chris has been on a bit of an ego train, i hope he's still been kind to you guys." jimmy mumbled softly.

i swallowed and rubbed the back of my head. "yeah, he's been great, actually." i lied.

nick and matt stared at me, but decided not to question it before continuing their meal.

but then my phone began to ring, and everyone's attention shifted to me.

"i'm so sorry," i quickly mumbled as i removed it from my pocket and immediately felt every bit of air in my lungs leave.

why is chris calling me?

i rose to my feet and held up a finger, chuckling nervously. "i'm gonna take this," i mumbled quickly.

i made my way down the hall and to the front room. "hello?" i questioned softly.

"y/n/n," chris slurred on the other end. "i- i'm at a party, and.." he trailed off before giggling to himself, "i might.. need a ride home," he mumbled.

i sighed, rubbing my temple in annoyance. "where are you?"

chris mumbled an address, hardly coherent. "can you... can you come get me? please?"

i sighed to myself. "why can't you get matt or nick or something?"

"they'll get pissed," he stated, a little clearer than the rest of his sentences. "i don't want them to worry about me." chris struggled to get the word worry out of his system, making me crack a slight smile.

"fine," i stated as i fixed myself, "stay put. i'll be there soon."

i hung up the phone and made my way back to the dining room, where everyone collectively turned to me.

"everything alright?" nick asked, and i quickly nodded.

"everything's good, i do have to go, though. i'm so sorry you guys. i'll make it up to you?" i smiled. "i just, um.. have to run."

they all exchanged looks before nodding and bidding me farewell, nick walking me out.

i sat in my car and typed the address into my phone, rubbing my forehead.

i didn't enjoy parties. they were loud, sweaty, gross and full of annoying ass kids. usually.

and as i pulled up, it was just that. a typical high school party scene - loud music, teenagers spilling out onto the lawn, and the faint smell of alcohol and weed in the air. i found chris on the footsteps, his head buried in his hands. i quickly made my way towards him after parking and kneeled down in front of him.

"come on, let's get you home." i said, helping him to his feet.

chris leaned on my heavily as we made our way to my car. i buckled him in and got into the driver's sear, the tension between us palpable in the confined space. as i drove, chris mumbled some incoherent words, his head lolling against the window.

"y/n," he suddenly said, his voice clearer but thick with emotion. "i'm sorry."

i glanced at him, eyebrows raised. "for what?"

"for everything," he continued, his eyes half-closed. "for being an ass. for ignoring you. for... for all of it."

i took a deep breath as i felt a mixture of sadness and anger bubbling within me. i gripped the steering wheel tighter, unsure of how to respond. "you're drunk, chris. you don't know what you're saying."

"no," chris insisted, reaching out and touching my arm. "i do, i've been a jerk. i miss you. i miss us."

i pulled into my own driveway, knowing chris wouldn't want to see his family like this. i would just take his phone and send them a text saying he was with a friend tonight or something.

i turned off the engine and took a deep breath. "let's get you inside."

chris stumbled out of the car, leaning on me for support the whole way to the door. i fished for my keys and unlocked the door, quickly guiding him to my living room couch.

as i laid a blanket over him, he grabbed my hand as his eyes locked with mine.

"i still care about you, y/n. i always have."

my heart pounded, but i forced a laugh, trying to deflect the intensity of the moment. "sleep it off, chris. we'll talk in the morning, okay?"

i brushed a few loose strands from his forehead and stood up, turning off the light and going to my room. my mind raced with conflicting emotions.

part of me wanted to believe his drunken confession, but another part of me was still so angry. still hurt by the way he had treated me. as i laid in bed and stared at my ceiling, i couldn't shake the feeling that things between us were far from over. and that this was just the beginning of a much more complicated story.

the sizzling of the bacon on the oven was comforting, in a way. i had an airpod in, playing some softer, but upbeat music to get me up and going for the long, long day ahead.

i turned my head upon hearing some shuffling in the kitchen, meeting eyes with chris. "morning," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"morning," i replied, placing a plate of food with bacon, eggs and sausage onto the counter in front of him. "eat up. you'll feel better."

he sat down and started eating, occasionally glancing at me as i cleaned up the kitchen. after a few minutes of awkward silence, he looked at me. "look, about last night.."

i crossed my arms and leaned against the counter. "what about it?"

chris looked down at his plate, poking at his eggs. "i meant what i said, you know. but i was drunk, and.. and maybe it didn't come out right-"

"maybe?" i questioned, my voice sharp. "you've been treating me like i don't exist for months, chris. one drunken apology doesn't fix that."

he winced at my words, but nodded. "i know, i've been an idiot. i got caught up in... everything. the team, the popularity. but that's no excuse."

"no, it's not." i stated, my anger beginning to bubble to the surface. "you think you can just waltz back into my life with a half-assed apology and everything will be fine? it doesn't work that way." i spat.

chris stood up, stepping closer. "i'm not asking for everything to be fine overnight. i'm asking for a chance to make things right."

i shook my hear, my eyes flashing with frustration. "do you even realize how much you hurt me? how it felt to be ignored, to be treated like i was nothing?"

"i do now," he said quietly. "and i'm sorry. truly. i want to make it up to you, if you'd let me."

i looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of insincerity. he seemed genuine, his usual bravado stripped away, leaving only the boy she used to know.

"i don't know if i can trust you," i admitted, my voice softer now.

chris reached out and took my hand in his. "i get that. and i will do whatever it takes to earn your trust back."

he pulled me into a tight hug, where i gently hugged his waist and took in his scent.

i missed this.

"just one date. give me a chance?" chris mumbled, the smile audible in his tone.

i hesitated, my mind racing. part of me wanted to say no, to protect myself from his bullshit. but another part of me remembered all of the good times.

"one date," i finally stated, my voice firm. "but this doesn't mean i'm just forgiving you, chris. you have a lot to prove."

he nodded quickly, his lips curving into a smile. "i promise i won't let you down."

i pulled away from his embrace and smiled at him before turning to the sink and doing the dishes. "you better now."

as i did the dishes, i felt a glimmer of hope mixed with lingering doubt. chris had a long way to go to earn the trust i had for him back, but for the first time in months, she felt like maybe, just maybe, things could change.

[masked-men-fantasy]

Anniversary (Call of Duty)

It has been a year since you and him have been together, and he has a surprise just for you. 

Jackal

You know that Jackal is a busy man. You know that he is the head of the mercenary group. He has a lot of business to take care of. So, you tried to not get your hopes up. You are his partner, and being another important part of his life means you have to understand him as well.

It was almost 11 at night, and you were about to go to bed since you realized that he was not back from his mission yet.

Then you heard a sound from the front door. Who would come around this time? Is it a burglar?

Not so long after you arm yourself with a pan you found in the kitchen,  you see the door open.

Jackal in the same old mask. He held a flower bouquet. But then you realized that there was something off. His cape and left arm are covered in blood.

"Are you hurt!?" you asked panickily, rushing to him.

"Don't worry, enemy blood," Jackal replied. "I am so hurrying to find this flower that I forgot to take a shower."

You sigh with relief; at least he is not hurt, and that is all that matters.

"I am not a romantic person. So, I don't know what people do when it comes to an anniversary. But I hope this represents how much you mean to me." Jackal handed you a flower. His eyes are so much different when compared to when he talks to his colleagues. Eyes that show affection and vulnerability.

"This is more than enough." You kiss him through his metal mask.

Once both you and Jackal walk back home, you and him have a conversation about how his mission went, whether he has had anything yet, whether he should clean himself up, and so on. Just like a typical day after he is back from a tiring day of work.

But to make it a bit more special, you place flowers in a vase on the table and open the radio with the song "That's Life" by Frank Sinatra playing.

You held Jackal's hands and guided him on a slow dance. Both of you shared body warmth and each other's homely scent throughout the entire song.

Mace

"Let's get some McDonalds," he suddenly said in the evening after you and him finished training.

You think that he might forget the anniversary. Well, I can't say you are disappointed. It's just Mace being Mace, after all.

However, it is different this time. Instead of dining in, he took a drive-through. Once he gets the packages of burgers, fries, and coke, he then goes a different way; that is not a way home.

"Where are we going?" You frowned.

Mace did not answer, even though you asked him multiple times, so you did not ask any further. Just cross your arms and wait until the answer is revealed.

He drove almost 100 miles from the base, went through the woods, and went up a hill  before parking a truck at the hill when it was about a night.

You were about to complain about where the hell he took you, and then you saw the sky full of stars. So bright and so beautiful that you almost think there are only you and Mace left in this universe.

Mace opens the trunk of the truck and calls you to take a seat by shaking a bag of fries.

"Not a bad idea of an anniversary date, right?" He smiles.

You don't know why, but his smile is brighter than all the stars you just saw. Bright enough that it's warming your heart.

Ghost

You will wake up with a full English breakfast and a sweet cup of tea on your bed.

"Happy anniversary, love," Simon kissed your forehead.

You and Ghost will have breakfast together, have a small talk, and have a good laugh and smile that Simon never shows to anyone.

After that sweet breakfast, Simon will take you to the nearby park. Enjoying a sightseeing walk and bird feeding, probably with some boat rides in a small pond.

In the afternoon, he will take you for a motorcycle ride around the town. Feel the breeze as the wind goes through; feel his strong, muscular back while you sit.

As for the evening, he will bring you back home and prepare dinner for you. He will not allow you to help him; just let you watch him make a steak and some mashed potatoes. He wants it to be a special day for you, so he will do everything just for you.

You and Simon will enjoy dinner with a glass of wine together. And if you feel like you want to spend some more time with him, a movie night of your choice is also available as well.

Overall, 10/10 husband material. Would marry him over and over again.

Nikto

"Come with me, Дорогой (darling)." Nikto suddenly said that in the middle of a sparring session with you. But it is quite concerning. It is rare that Nikto uses a word like darling. He mostly just called your name or some degrading name in the bedroom.

You and him walk to the meeting room with rookies and some Kortac members. Suddenly, he held your hand and announced it out loud.

"This one is my future wife. If I see anyone flirting with what's mine, I will take care of that personally." Nikto said it loudly in a heavy Russian accent.

Not only was everyone in the room shocked, but you also gasped at what he just said.

"Happy Anniversary." Nikto said. His eyes were drawn to you. "I tried my best to make a surprise."

You believe his sense of understanding what makes a good surprise is broken. You cannot either tell if he is so sweet to make this relationship clear or if it's just his sense of understanding what makes a good surprise completely broken.

[silken-moonlight]

Older Alpha and Human waitress/ Part 4

A/N: Hello again! I am back with part 4 of this series. I have a lot of fun with developing the plot and characters. I am hoping I am not overdoing it in any way shape of form. Also we have now the Moodboard and the Introduction. Also here you'll find part 3 if you are interested. I love you guys so much -Swan/Moon

Desmonds POV

The next day was similar to the days before. He went to the meetings in the morning and noon, speaking with the other alphas about the pack territory. The problem had been that there was a new pack forming and they had demanded space or else they would have taken themselves said space. This of course could not have been permitted, since that would have ended in a massacre. The human government would have not been amused to cover up a slaughter between two packs and so they had to find a way without blood. While Desmond knew better, some days he wished they would just fight it out. Atlest then there wouldn’t have been so many meetings and fights in the meeting room. His thoughts were captivated by something else anyway…He was worried for his mate, she had looked so distressed. The longing to just take her away from all her worries had never been as strong as in that moment.

The alpha tried to cheer himself up, he would see her again today. Maybe would even make her smile when he brought her the books she had left behind. Of course was he aware that it might have looked a little weird…he just could not help himself. The urge to spoil and pamper his little mate was overwhelming. In his mind he had already planned their first trip to his cabin. He would take her there before they would officially return to the pack village. Thinking about all the things they could do…while Desmond really tried to keep his thoughts pure…it was not as easy. His inner wolf whined and scratched against the walls of his mind. The primal needs he felt were strong, he craved to touch his mates soft skin. To kiss her plump lips, to make her feel safe in his arms. To undress her slowly before- Desmond stopped his thoughts right there. He really didn’t want to get a boner in the middle of a political discussion.

A few hours later, the meetings and work was done for the day. Desmond would do the paperwork later, he had gotten an email from Isaac with some documents he needed him to look at. Desmond’s Pack had a few companies under their name or were part of them, while most things were equally shared, two of the companies were under his name. There also were many contracts he had to look at, work with or renew. 60% of the money earned ran into the Pack fund, all pack members that were working full time also gave away 10% of their salary to the pack fund. With that money were paid a lot of things like the maintenance of the packhouses, insurance costs, school and kindergarten places, student loans, cars that were free to use amongst the Pack…the list went on and on. Desmond himself had brought this concept to the pack after seeing it being absolutely successful in another pack. Since he did that, his pack had not only grown a lot but also was one of the most peaceful. That comes along with being an actual community. Desmond had learned the importance of acceptance, beginning to help werewolves who had not such a good start in their life or a rough time…The Alpha wondered what his mate would think of all of that. With how sweet she seemed, he was sure she would adore his work.

With his mind occupied by that thought, he walked into the restaurant. He sat down in his usual booth…but his beloved was not there. Desmond ordered by her colleague, waiting for her to arrive. But she did not come. His heart sunk…where was she?

Your POV

It had been your day off when your father had a bad episode of pain. His back and hip were hurting so much that he couldn’t get up from his bed. Of course you took two days off and stayed with him day and night. You had called his doctor who had taken the time to do a home visit. He had given your father some medications that eased his pain for a short time. Today was the first day that he felt better. Right now he sat in the garden, Pumpkin and Spice laying at his feet, enjoying the sun. Your mum and you were baking blueberry muffins, the kitchen smelled deliciously like the home baked goods. Tonight you would work again, but would always be available for your parents to call.

Initially you had wanted to become a nurse, but the condition of your parents has kept you occupied. You were unable to stay away from home too long, so you found a job that only would be in the afternoon and evening. That's how you ended up in the Sailor Boy, utterly grateful for your job and understanding boss. It may not have been what you wanted at first, but you were more than grateful to have something. Your mum and you put the muffins in the oven, setting the timer and sitting down. Your phone beeped and you looked at it.

William: Hey love, I am in town again, how you doing?

Y/N: Will, haven’t heard from you in forever! I’m doing fine.

William: Nice to hear that, yeah, I was on a big hike with Jeannie. Want to meet up and catch up?

Y/N: Sure, but I am only free in the mornings and noon, you okay with that?

William: Absolutely, how about tomorrow? In our Café?

Y/N: Sounds like a plan, how about 9 am and eat breakfast together.

William: Deal, see you there.

You were quite excited to see Will again. He was one, actually the only, friend you had left. Most of your friends had stopped texting you when your parents' conditions worsened. Since you refused to go out and party, which wasn’t your thing anyways, they stopped making the effort. You tried to do other things with them like going shopping together, movie nights or hikes together. That wasn’t really what most of your friends wanted. So they and you started to text less and less until you lost contact. The two friends you still had were William and Amanda. Amanda began to use you as her personal therapist, trying everything to get your attention. Manipulating you to be available to her at all times. Will told you she was bad news, you didn't listen. The brutal fallout came eventually. Both of you were left hurt.

So that only left Will. Will had no one but his girlfriend Jeannie and you, he had gone no contact with his family as soon as he moved out. For a short time he had lived with you and your family, when his flat had caught fire and he was left homeless. Will didn’t want to be a bother, but you refused to let him sleep in a dingy hotel. That was two years ago. Will had also been the one to tell you about Werewolves and other magical creatures. You didn’t believe him, that was until he had transformed into a Werewolf in front of you. You had been…a little out of it afterwards. However when he explained everything and you swore secrecy, everything went on as usual. Honestly the knowledge of magical creatures didn’t affect your daily life in the slightest. Shortly after the housefire William met his wonderful girlfriend Jeannie, she was a travel and hiking blogger. The two of them hiked and traveled the world together, often sponsored by some big company. William took the pictures and videos while Jeannie was the model. Jeannie was a lovely person, kind and so confident. You two got along so well that Will often joked if he was even needed when you all met up.

The next hours passed quickly, you thinking about tomorrow, the muffins being ready and eating a late lunch with your parents. You got ready for your work and took the bus into the city.

Half an hour later you arrived at your workplace, quickly going up into the staffrom an changing into your work clothes. After that you went down, doing your usual routine. Not even forty minutes had passed when a certain somebody entered the restaurant. Desmond, you remembered his name, was dressed in a black suit, his hair in a bun and his beard must have been freshly cut and formed. You bet that he smelled like the most expensive perfume.

You smiled at him kindly: “Hi there, how are you doing?” You asked him. Why did he look so relieved? You were missing something, you just didn’t know what. “I am good, wonderful actually.” He stepped with you on the side and a worried look was on his handsome face, his gray eyes were filled with compassion. “Is everything okay? You looked distressed the other day.” He asked, his voice was soft. Actually worried. Your bottom lip trembled, a sudden wave of sadness and exhaustion washing over you. If you thought too hard about it, you would cry. However, you caught yourself. Faking a smile you tried to ease his worry: “Yeah everything is alright, don’t worry.” You looked up at him, he was far taller than you. “May I ask what happened?” You nodded slowly: “Well my parents are chronically ill. My father had a bad episode of pain and needed me.”

The handsome man, Desmond, looked at you again with such compassion. “I know I might overstep, but you left the books behind and I took the freedom to buy them for you.” He placed a black paper bag in your hand. Your eyes went wide and you looked up at him absolutely surprised. “I cannot accept these.” You quickly said. Desmond chuckled:” I insist.” You felt guilty, you must have looked so distressed that he wanted to help you. “Let me pay you back.” You tell him, wanting to get your money. “If you pay me back I will give it as your tip.” Desmond said with a grin. “Has anyone told you before that you are stubborn?” You said with a smile. Desmond chuckled: “Actually yes. And please accept the books. I am so grateful for our conversations. After a day at the office I always look forward to it.” You grinned and answered: “Here I was thinking you’re always returning for our town's famous cocktails.” Both of you laughed at that.

“Thank you, really.” You then said a little more serious again. You blushed slightly, but then quickly remembered what you had told yourself before: He was just kind, not interested in you. You reminded yourself that he was older, a businessman and very surely not interested in a waitress from a medium sized town.

[puck-bunny-for-all]

CEO of being a DICK - Q.H

REQUEST : For the written idea I was thinking about quinn being kinda mad cuz he learned that maybe a reader's ex from high school is now working at the same company as her and they have been kinda catching up cuz their families used to be friends and he is like sp smart and bbyQ feels like she is spending way too much time with her ex (but they just hang out at working hours yk). So one time she's telling q about her day and he's looking kinda bored and she ask him about his attitude so everything explodes. I let their make up to you😘

"Have the best day at work and I will see you when I get home." you began as you grab your work bag, coffee mug, and the Stanley cup you have filled with ice water all for your long day at work. You worked at a law firm for your high school ex's dad ironically enough you were just thankful your ex didn't care much for the art of law so you had yet to run into him. Things ended on ok terms with both of you understanding that it just wasn't right and neither of you were invested fully into the relationship. "Thank you my love, I think I might go over to Petey's place with some of the guys after morning skate, but I'll text you and I cant wait to hear about your day." Quinn replies. You give him a kiss and a hug and head on your way, on your way to the parking garage of your building you hear your phone go off and you check it to make sure its nothing serious. Hey there, just wanted to give you a quick heads up we have a new part time hire starting today. Since office space is limited we gave him the empty desk in your office for now. Hope that's ok! -xx Tammy. Tammy was your bosses assistant and handled all his client meetings and you always had a sweet spot for her because she was always giving you the heads up for things.

You pull up to work and collect your belongings and head into the office building. It wasn't a big one about 5 offices in total and a lobby with a waiting room for clients and a receptionist named Lanie who had been there for about 7 years. "Hi there Lacey how's it going?" you say greeting the older lady. She waved to you and you continue into your office and are greeted by a familiar voice. "No way YOU are my office buddy?" Your ex exclaimed as you walk in to your little office. "Oh hey there been a while, last time I saw you I thought you didn't care for law" "Yeah but my dad said he would pay me to work a little and answer some calls and I am back in town for a few months so why not.

You went about your day and return home and set your stuff down on the dining room table. As youhead into your shared room with Quinn he's fast asleep and you assume that's why he hasn't responded to any of your texts today. Practice must have been intense and you're sure that the guys still convinced him to go to Petey's place. You take off your heels and start to get changed to go take a shower. "If this is what I knew I would wake up to I would have slept naked." you hear Quinn say. You giggle, pause what you're doing and walk over to him in your skirt and bra. You give him a kiss as he pulls you into his chest, and kisses you all over your head.

"Tell me about your day lover." he says in-between kisses. You tell him the little you can about your day due to privacy laws and mention your ex to which you feel Quinn stiffen under you. Quinn knew about your history with your ex and to be honest the thought of you being with anyone but him made him very angry, it is just how much he truly loved you. You pick your head up and look at him, "Everything ok?" you ask. "Yeah mhm." Quinn replies rolling his eyes. "If I knew my ex would cause you to go mute I wouldn't have brought him up." you say giggling. "Are you actually serious right now?" he replies. You sit up and look at him confused "what do you mean"

"You're literally telling me about how a guy you used to date is working with you in your office and may I mention again you had feelings for this guy??" "Q you cannot seriously be getting mad right now." you say getting the rest of the way undressed getting annoyed with his tone. "Ok so let me fucking call up my ex and go get coffee with her. Then I'll let you know everything we talk about." "Fuck you Quinn Hughes." you replied walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.

You turn on the speaker you have in the bathroom and get in the shower. Glad you have the music on you let the tears flow, you know that Quinn doesn't like the idea of you having shared your self with anyone else but you can't believe he just said that. Could you though... you began thinking and decided that you did in fact owe him an apology and you should have been more considerate in the way you broke the news rather than being casual.

You hear the door open and feel him step in the shower and wrap his arms around you. "I'm really sorry for being a dick like that out there. You don't deserve to be spoken to like that." "No Quinn I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just brought up my ex like that in causal conversation. I know how you feel about that and it was wrong of me." "Then I guess we are both sorry." he says looking down at you. You stand on your tippy toes and press a kiss to his lips. "Well if that offer of sex is still on the table I'm down." he says smiling at you.

AN : Ok hi. my ex is letting my daughter spend the night with him woot woot. Here's my first ever written request. Idk how I feel about it or if I would wanna do another one but yeah.

Hope ya like and lots of luv

xoxoxox, M

tags : @lukey-pookie-hughes43 and @skylershines

[leclercsredhelmet]

So It Goes ✧ Logan Sargent

A/N: Hi! I'm back with a Logan blurb that a friend requested. Hope you enjoy it!

“Cause we break down a little. But when you get me alone it’s so simple” 

Logan was back home and of course, Dalton made a big deal out of his little brother’s homecoming. Dalton had thrown a party at his house and invited everyone they knew. Music was blasting and strobe lights had been placed around the house. Out of all the people he was expecting to see he had not expected to see you, nor was he prepared. At first, he thought it was a side effect of the drinks he’d had beforehand. You were moving around effortlessly weaving in and out through the crowds, as you always did. 

The second time he saw you, you were talking to one of your friends in common and briefly made eye contact but he forced his eyes away from you. It was kind of hard yo do it, considering how good you looked, the dress reflected the lights and you just seemed to glow. 

He wondered why you were even here in the first place, but turning down an invitation was unlike you. Still, considering your previous history he was a little shocked to see you. He had lost track of what Dalton and his friends were talking about, “Dude you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” one of his friends said. “I’m fine,” Logan said. “Not a ghost, pretty sure he just saw Y/N” Dalton said with a smirk. 

“Mate, you’ve liked her for all these years, just go and talk to her,” Callum said. Who the hell said I like her? She hates me,” Logan said. His friends laugh, “We doubt that, just go and talk to her,” Dalton said shoving him. Shaking his head he walked around the house looking for you, realizing you weren’t inside he knew where he would find you. Before heading out he grabbed two cups and filled them with wine. Opening the back door he walked across the yard and saw you sitting by the edge of the pool. 

Taking his shoes off he left them on a corner and sat down next to you, “What do you want Sargeant?” you asked he chuckled. “Nice to see you’re still the embodiment of all things sweet,” he said sarcastically. You let out a dry chuckle and he offered you the wine. 

“It’s a peace offering,” he said and you looked at him taking the cup. “Is there no welcome home Logan, it’s nice to see you?” he asked. “Welcome home, Logan” you deadpanned with a fake smile. Deep down he knew this was just a lengthy front you’ve put up with him for years. 

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he confessed. “Dalton invited me and since Nolan couldn’t be here, here I am,” you said. “It’s nice to see you again, tell Nolan I said hi.” Logan said. “The sentiment is partially shared Sargeant,” you replied. “I hear you’ve been doing more than good at the investment firm,” he said. “Seems like you’re not the only one with a homecoming,” you said and he hummed. Logan was trying to figure out how to break the ice wall you’d put up. 

“You were always the go-getter out of us, I’m not surprised you’ve been doing great,” he said sincerely. “It’s greatness or nothing,” you added. “Ambition should’ve been your middle name,” he said jokingly and you let out a dry chuckle before turning to look at him. Your gaze softened a little but your posture was still set, your back was straight, your head held high, and your shoulders back.

 He looked a little different but still the same, he still had that stupid haircut and smile. His rigorous training had an effect because he was bigger but somehow still lean. “Tell me what is it that you want Sargeant?” you asked, ice laced your tone and he winced a little. 

“I might regret asking this but why the ice wall with me? We’ve known each other for years, and you’ve been all icy with me since we were seventeen, what did I do to you that summer?” he asked. You had to admit you were a little stunned by the fact he’d finally asked this. 

“Do you remember when we were at the beach with the people from school?” You asked and he nodded. Of course, he remembered that night, it was the night he was going to tell you how he’d felt since you were six years old. But then when he was going to tell you, you gave him a cold shoulder.

“I do, I had come back from London and you had graduated high school a few days before,” he said. “I overheard you talking with the guys, and someone said how they still didn’t get that we were so close because I was me and you were you. It would be the end of the world if silly me that was top of the class and not it girl was dating you and you just went along with it, and said you would never dream of dating me” you said. Logan looked at you and that’s when he understood your reaction that night. 

He sighed, “It was shitty of me but I was just scared,” he said. “Of being with me?” you scoffed. “No! I was scared because you intimidated me and I didn’t want people to make fun of me,” he said. “Why in the hell were you intimidated?” you asked annoyed. 

“Because you were so smart, I mean you were top of the glass for God’s sake, and you had a full ride to Harvard!” Logan said. “So? It’s not like we were strangers Lo, we’d been friends since we were four!” You exclaimed. “I know! I was stupid,” he said. “Why did you pull that?” You asked softly. 

“I was going to tell you I was blatantly in love with you since we were six but you were leaving and I didn’t want to hold you back, I was dumb and I have regretted it ever since, and fuck I missed you!” he exclaimed. You looked at him, “You’ve liked me all this time?” you asked. “Not liked, love. I still do and it’s okay if you don’t I get it,” he said looking away. “You probably hate me,” he added. Laughing you looked at him and his heart sank, “God you’re so fucking clueless,” you said. “I’ve always loved you,” you added. “Wait you have?” he asked. In response, you nodded, “So all this ice treatment was just a gimmick?” he asked. 

“After that night, I sort of changed my approach because I thought you would pick up on it and notice,” you said with a smile. “If I had just told you that night on the beach this would’ve been different,” he said. “Just shut up and kiss me already,” you said. Logan smiled before kissing you, he pulled you closer by the waist and your hands went around his neck and into his hair. The kiss felt like a million fireworks and pent-up feelings had exploded. 

Both of you were too wrapped up in the moment to notice you had scooted closer to the edge of the pool until you fell in it. Breaking apart you laughed, Logan looked at you and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, with a smile you touched his cheek and he grabbed your hand. He pulled you closer and you hooked your legs around his waist. His palms were flat across your back feeling the material of your black dress that now stuck to your body. 

“Do we pick up on that night on the beach?” You asked. “No, let’s skip to the part where I ask you to be my girlfriend and we leave so I can kiss you more,” he said and you smiled. “I like this plan and I like you a lot,” you said. Chuckling he pulled you up and kissed you before sitting you on the edge and climbing out. Taking some towels he put it around you and you left the house through the gate in the yard. 

Closing the door to his place he pressed you against the wall to kiss you. Once again your arms were around his neck and your fingers weaved into his hair. Logan pulled away to look at you, “Are sure you just want to kiss Sarge?” you asked he chuckled. “No,” he said. “You know what to do then,” you stated before crashing your lips on his. 

Piles of clothes were on the floor as he laid you on the mattress and climbed on top of you. Your hands found his back and you were pretty sure you were leaving scratch marks but everything came crashing like a tidal wave.

Logan dropped down next to you and turned to face you, you mimicked him and put your leg around his waist. “Would it be cheesier if I said I love you right now or that I always wanted to do this?” he asked.

Slapping his bare chest you smiled, “Both,” you said. “I love you and I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said.

 Shaking your head you kissed him and he pulled you by the waist. You bit his lip and he groaned, Logan moved your hair and pushed it to the side before grabbing the side of your neck to kiss you again, this time with more force. “Feel like doing a repeat?” he asked with a smirk. In response, you kissed him again and none of you held back. 

“You know I’m not a bad girl, but I’d do bad things with you” 

(all photo credits go to the respective owners)

[saschax]

Hello ! Would it be possible some nsfw-fluff an Valeria and female reader?, maybe something ab how reader got home and she was tired decided to take a bath and vale followed her? 🤭

gruß (greetings), and of course. ill shall do this.

not entirely sure what fluff means, but it means happy ending (according to the internet)? so, mmm... hope this is good...

sorry for late response. and im terribly sorry if this is bad; im not used to female reader x female (and since im not a female myself, i have no absolutely fucking idea on how they say things amongst themselves)

people aged less than 18+ please skip this as this is not for you. please do not read this. i beg of you, do not.

i am not responsible if your child is reading this, as a parent- it is you who is responsible for your child's media consumption.

if you are 18 or above, feel free to read!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: nsfw, two females are in a romantic relationship

ding.

the door opens for reader, vale stands in front of her with narrowed eyes.

"where you've been, hm??" valeria hums, crossing her arms.

valeria is a bit frustrated reader came home later than planned. they were going to watch a movie when she gets home, but its too late to watch a movie. looking behind reader, it is night time.

getting no response, valeria opens her mouth- brows furrowing in anger, then- as her eyes looks up and down at reader's figure. she freezes.

reader's eyes was slightly droopy, her back hunched over a bit like she was very tired.

tired from work.

valeria softens when reader hugs her. although, valeria didn't quite like the smell of other perfumes on her.

debe haber otras mujeres alrededor de mi chica.. estúpido trabajo..

reader seems to pick up on this, so she lets go.

"am sorry- just- just work caught up to me, thats all." reader finally replies to vale's question.

it is vale's time to be quiet for a moment, reader sees vale's eyes looking her up and down.

"poor baby, you tired?" valeria said with a condescending tone. reader nods her head, "hm, why don't we go to bed? we can..." she tilts her head back at the tv. "watch the movie later."

"sounds okay," reader agrees, moving past valeria to walk to their shared bedroom.

when reader opens the door, realizing her partner isn't following her. she looks over her shoulder, only to see valeria having her arms crossed, and her foot tapping the ground expectingly.

reader's face flashes a goofy tired grin, walking back to valeria and taking her hand- valeria smiles back- and she drags her loving partner into the bedroom.

as they enter the bedroom, reader gently tugs valeria onto the bed and valeria allows the motion, laying on the bed (of course she took her shoes off).

expecting reader to sleep next to her, what she did next surprises her.

reader went into the bathroom.

valeria arches one of her eyebrows, and the next second, she hears water running.

oh? is she taking a bath?

without ME?

not a chance, valeria huffs as she thinks.

letting the water run for a moment, she swings her legs to the side and starts to walk into the bathroom, looks like reader was quick to get into the bathtub as she sees her there- well, she isn't laying in the bathrub- reader is standing, preparing to lay down.

reader eyes is wide, bug eyed. trying to cover herself with her hands (she's completely naked) while keeping her balance on the slippery bathtub.

reader feels nervous, but it looks like valeria is enjoying this- her smirk says it all.

"well, it seems like you need some help getting clean," vale said playfully, stepping closer to the tub and reaching out to turn off the faucet.

reader's face is red as a tomato at this point, still covering herself as much as possible. this is embarrassing!

valeria tries to move her hands away, only to met with resistance. with a tsk, she pulls harder, and reader relents.

"sit down." she says, humming after.

reader lets out an audible gulp, sitting. of course, when valeria wants her to move in a certain spot- she moved.

now, valeria is currently behind her- with reader showing her back to valeria.

reader's heart races as vale's touch sent shivers down her spine. they had been together for quite some time now and shared everything else - why not share a shower too?

as much as her mind scream she likes this- her body is stiffening. she's not used to this sort of touches on her body.

as vale begins running a soap-covered hand over her shoulders, gently massaging away any tension or stress from work or life in general, reader couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure at the sensation coursing through her body.

after a moment of doing this, vale's hands trails lower down reader's body, slowly gliding over her soft curves and sensitive areas. she feels the heat emanating from reader's skin as she presses closer against her, their wet bodies molding together like two halves of a whole.

reader gasps when she felt vale's fingers dip beneath the water and brush against her most intimate place.

her hips buckle slightly in response to the unexpected touch but vale holds onto her tightly, keeping them both upright in the tub.

"you like that?" vale whispers huskily into reader's ear before moving lower to kiss along her neck and collarbone.

the sensation sent shivers up and down reader's spine as she moans softly at this newfound pleasure.

feeling embarrassed of her moans and soft little gasps- sounds vale happens to like so much, vale sees a hand sneaking their way up to reader's mouth- effectively almost drowning, if not, all their sweet little noises.

"no, no, carino, i want to hear you.." she tsks, using a free hand to moves reader's hand away, although slowly and gently, away from her mouth.

the noises continues, and every now and then- she hears a whimper.

god, it sounded beautiful. she'd kill to hear that sound forever.

vale's mouth moves upward, pausing her little attacks on reader's neck and instead, begins to bite reader's earlobe.

even reader's ears seems to be blushing red, and this only seems to make reader's cuter in vale's eyes.

"vale- ngh- i'm going to- ngh- cum-!" reader whimpers, the last word being said in a higher pitched when vale sped up her movements.

"si, si, come on my fingers mi amor." valeria eggs her on, and the last two words were reader's undone.

seeing white, she lets out a silent scream. the springy coil in her snaps..

vale however, did not relent. even after reader came down from her high, she kept going.

whimpers and pleads of stop is encouraging for valeria, only making her go faster and faster.

i think reader made valeria addicted to her sounds and wants to hear more...

XD....

after, with reader passing out, thanks to valeria's strength. she cleans reader, of course she had to renew the water, dressed reader, and places reader gently in bed.

all the while, reader was snoring happily away. into dreamlands.

and as valeria settles into the bed, last thing she says was..

"love you, mi amor." and with that, settles her head into reader's neck and sleeps.

what did i write

[canonicallyobserving911]

Several Sentences Sunday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON FanFic: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 28 will be posted soon.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Currently 27 chapters completed: 1.09M Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

{Previous snippet}

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 28 because at the end of Chapter 27, Buck, Eddie and Chris had just arrived in Philadelphia, PA so that Buck could say goodbye to his friend, Malone who passed away in December. Also, he wants to visit Daniel's grave again but this time he brought his husband and their son with him. While they're in PA, they're going to Hershey and Lancaster but is it possible they'll bump into the Buckley parents while they're visiting museums and eating Hershey's chocolate? When they were planning the trip, Eddie hoped they wouldn't but with their luck, it's possible. Buck planned a celebration for Eddie while they're there since he received his Paramedic Certification Certificate but Eddie's the only one who doesn't know about it.

When they return to L.A., of the four cardiac tests Dr. Salazar scheduled for Buck, he'll have two left to complete but the Diazes are worried since he fainted during the tilt table test and they're wondering if there are any long-term effects to his heart after the lightning strike. Additionally, all three members of the Diaz family are supporting one another as Buck continues to face the fact that he died last year and as he proceeds to deal with all 7 stages of grief. He was on the bargaining stage at the end of Chapter 27 but the next stage is depression so how will he deal with it, especially with everything else that's going on in their family?

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 28 of Buck and Eddie having an emotionally intense conversation early in the morning while they're slow dancing.

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It’s 4:44AM as they slow dance inside of their bedroom to the music playing through Buck’s iPhone 13 Pro Max’s speakers.  As he maintains eye contact with his husband, he hiccups on a sob and whispers, “Ed—die?”

“Yes, amore mio?”

“Am I… every—thing that you were looking for?”

After the words leave his lips, he tries to prevent the sob from escaping his throat and he fights it with everything he has in him because he needs to hear his husband’s answer.  He hopes he’s been everything Eddie was looking for after they met more than six years ago when they became work partners.  Tomorrow marks their one-month wedding anniversary and he hopes he’s been a great husband to him.  He hopes Eddie remembers every time they laughed and cried together, every time they made love and all the hundreds of other physically, emotionally and romantically intimate moments they’ve shared.

If he dies while lying on the table this morning with his cardiologist and her team surrounding him, he hopes the universe will be kind to his husband and their son because they’ve already been through so much and he doesn’t want them to suffer anymore.

Eddie’s breath catches in his throat at the question because Buck’s his husband, his amore mio, his everything and he can’t live without him.  He quickly unwraps one of his arms and like flood levees react when they’re breached, his tears start falling from his eyes but he doesn’t wipe them away.

He whisper shouts, “YES!  AMORE MIO, YOU’RE MY EVERY—THING!  YOU’RE MY ANGEL, BUCK AND I—I CAN’T LIVE WITH—OUT YOU.”

They lean their foreheads together as the singer’s melodic and soulful voice fills their bedroom with sounds of eternal love.

After a few moments, they lean back and Buck presses his lips against Eddie’s in a crushing kiss that’s so passionate Eddie gasps and moans and they get completely lost in it.

As his husband licks into his mouth, Eddie places his hand on the back of Buck’s neck and applies a little bit of pressure to deepen it and when he does, Buck makes that high-pitched noise Eddie loves to hear.  It’s not just the sound of it that sends shockwaves through his body, it’s the fact that there’s a possibility this could be the last time he hears it.

Their kiss continues until they need to come up for air and when they do, Buck exhales and after he notices the time, all his fears bubble up to the surface because he’s afraid of everything that’s going to happen today.  He’s afraid of being put under anesthesia because he might not wake up and if he dies, he’ll leave his husband here all alone and he’ll leave their son too.

He’s also afraid this will be the last time they'll have a chance to dance.

What’s going to happen today that has Buck and Eddie afraid of losing each other? 🥹

Will this be the last time Eddie gets to hear that high-pitched noise Buck makes when they kiss? 👀

Will Buck and Eddie get the chance to dance again? 😭

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.

Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?

Chapter 26 - Buck and Eddie are once again faced with their greatest fear of losing each other but this time it could be permanent and if it is, then they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives together.

Chapter 27 - After Buck resumes therapy, he’ll continue to face the fact that he “DIED” in March 2023 and during those sessions, he’ll learn about the 7 stages of grief. As he continues his healing journey, Eddie will be right by his side just like he promised and the Diaz family will start to deal with their three minutes and seventeen seconds loss as a family.

Chapter 28 - Will be posted soon.

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Read chapters 1-27 are available on AO3.

Continue reading on AO3

Chapter 28 will be posted this week on either Monday or Tuesday.

[keruimi]

Her Breaking Point

Pairing: Semi Eita

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Slight mention of self-harm

Note: It feels like he is very out of character but I think it really suits him the best. Not proofread. Hope you all enjoy it!

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I am known for being the girlfriend of the popular student of the Academy.

Semi Eita.

A talented musician with flawless volleyball skills that makes anyone love him.

Including me...

Ever since we became a thing, I was the happiest among the two of us.

An average student that have no talent nor knowledge. I just simply did my best just to be accepted in the academy.

But I have no forte.

I treated him right. Treated him better than I did with myself.

I loved him more than who I am.

The never-ending judgement whenever I walk through the hallways. The doubting snickers from what I can really give to my boyfriend.

Everyone questioned our relationship.

The whispers were so cruel that even I questioned his feelings.

He have nothing to love on me.

I have a bad personality, I'm not good at anything.

I simply have no worth to be with him.

Yet I tried my best to not be possessive on every action he did. I wanted to trust him.

I don't want to suffocate him with my worries that it would make me look paranoid.

That I allowed him to talk to any woman who approached him. Never prevent him from receiving the gifts that were meant for him.

Until the new manager of the volleyball team arrived in his life.

A woman who simply at his worst times when his mind started to break down.

A woman who soothes his worries with the words he needed to hear.

Comforting words that should be stated by me.

His volleyball training became a stumbling block for us to have our alone time together.

Meaning more time with her.

Those thoughts never left my mind when I started to walk back home.

If it weren't for the strict coach. I could have at least be persistent.

Always remind him that I still exist. That our relationship still exists.

Yet a feeling that I am sharing my boyfriend so easily started to occupy my mind. That I don't care who he was with.

But it really hurt me.

When after those moments with her, he started to really become distant on me. When it feels like the relationship label was the one left for me to assure myself.

The more I watch from the sidelines, the more I notice how their relationship improves. While ours started to deteriorate.

Until it started to feel like there were no 'us' in their world.

He treated her better. While I watch in the sidelines because I couldn't force myself in.

It was not my place to be jealous or ask for something when she was there more than I did.

It made me feel so damn inferior.

Until the last straw truly threw every faith I held for our relationship.

When one day, waiting in the park as cloud started to gather in the sky. When minutes turned to hours.

Until I finally accepted the thought...

Of him forgetting our second anniversary.

I can hear my footsteps on the wet concrete floor as the rain poured hard on the place.

It was cold. Very cold.

I thought I should let it slide like usual. I let it slide because they focus on winning the spring interhigh preliminaries.

I gave him space for him to focus on.

But I realized that I was never his distraction.

When with the slight gap between the gym doors clearly displayed the bond between my boyfriend and their new manager.

They were laughing at the bench during their break time as they had talk with the team.

It made me realize, I was never part of it.

I was never part of his passion nor his life.

It was just a temporary feeling that he seemed to have forgotten long ago.

That I realize there's no use in our relationship anymore.

When he looked at her the same way he did to me when we both fell in love with each other.

I unknowingly let go of the umbrella I was holding as my biggest fear finally drowned me.

I made no effort to keep our relationship stable. I simply let him slip away from me because I don't want to be a possessive partner.

I don't want to let jealousy take over that would make him think I never trusted a man like him.

And I knew I shouldn't give him my entire faith.

I felt my feet step back little by little before I decided to turn my back on the gym.

With trembling hands and anger blooming in my chest. I throw my phone to the ground as I stomp on it many times to ease the uncomfortable feeling in my chest.

The jealousy, the hatred, the pain, and the heartbreak.

I don't know how to remove them from my chest.

I'm so jealous.

I thought if I had nothing to give, I could at least be understanding of him. I can make him feel free without restraining him from anything he wishes to put his mind to.

But it was damn difficult.

The rain, the heavy breaths, and clouded mind was the only thing I remember until I see red in my vision.

That brought me the present where a hand held the scissors that cut through the skin of my wrist.

Yet it didn't ease the pain I'm feeling.

It was simply impossible to forget the pain.

Forget everything in the world around me.

I heard knocking on the door of my dormitory as I heard his muffle voice which fueled the anger within me.

It hurts. Why did I make myself for granted.

"Y/n, answer me please"

The time when I finally started to hate him.

I felt the blood on my wrist trickled down on my hand as I slowly sat down on the floor of the living room.

I don't want him to enter my heart anymore.

Avoiding the man became easier, when I got sick the next day and that turned into a week until I'm finally suitable to attend classes again.

"Y/n? Are you really fine to attend class today?"

I heard my dormmate ask me as I pulled the sleeves of my uniform to hide the marks I gave to myself as I felt a tear escape from my eyes.

It's really tiring to hide everything.

"I'm fine"

I wipe the tear that manages to escape and find the courage to face the outside world again.

I conserve myself by finally starting to respect my space instead of tiring myself to make anyone like me.

When it is only temporary.

"Y/n, someone's looking for you" my classmate uttered when the last class was finally finished.

I looked on the window when I heard her words as the reflection of the mirror showed his silhouette approaching the table as I didn't bother looking back at him who settled my things on the side before he sat on my table, waiting for all of the students to leave before he started to talk to me.

"Y/n.."

"Let's break up" I decided to bring up the thing that prevented me from being who I was.

A relationship that should only be considered a label and title, not a sign of rights.

Yet amidst the anger, it felt like my heart ached when I uttered those words.

"Can we please not go there?" I heard him muttered yet I never bothered to focus my gaze on him.

"Why not? Its the best decision I can choose"

I felt his breath hitched from my words as I stood up from my seat to start packing my belongings so I can escape towards the comfort of my own bedroom.

"Y/n please, I didn't mean to forget about it. I was so busy and tired that it slipped from my mind but my presents and plans for our anniversary are already prepared at that time"

"So?" I snap at him as I finally turn to look at him.

"How does that change anything when your presence is not there? You wasted my time Semi" I watch how his eyes glossed from my words as I looked back on my bag to close its zipper before I felt his arms surrounded my body making me stay still in my position.

"I'm sorry please. It won't happen again. I'll do anything, just stay. I can't bear losing you" he cried out but only one word appeared on my mind.

"Liar..." I felt that word slip from my mouth as a whisper as I heard a sob leave his own lips.

"Y/n"

"Get off me" I removed his arms from before I took the straps of my bag when he kneeled in front of me that made me halt from my steps.

"Please, give me a chance. I'll do better. Just..." He bit his bottom lip as I felt my chest started to feel heavy that made my hand turn into a fist.

"You don't know how much I suffer when I choose to stay." I started off as I looked out to the window where the sun hid behind the clouds that block the light I need to calm my mind down.

"You don't know how worthless I felt when I chose to stay. Why don't you just ask your manager out?" I glanced at him down who looked up at me as he took a hold of my hand.

"I don't like her that way, Y/n. I promise"

"Promise and promises. But was never fulfilled." I look at him with glossy eyes.

"I never felt like I was yours to begin with. I never feel like I am your partner. Other than the first few months of our relationship before that time started to fade, what else did you give?" I snatched my hand away from his grip as I took deep breaths to calm myself down.

"You never tried giving me the time I needed because of practices. You never give boundaries to other women just because I stayed silent. Don't you know she became my biggest insecurity?" I stuttered out.

"Semi Eita, out of everyone. You are the person who made me feel like I'm not deserving of any love."

"Let those words sink in"

And I left the room in tears as I found my way back to my dorm.

I want him to leave. Leave and never look back like what he always did.

But it became difficult when he started to give his time to pursue me again.

Yet where will this end up again. That painful cycle will just repeat once again.

"Y/n, I brought you lunch since your dorm mate told me that you have been skipping lunch for weeks." His voice was so soft that I thought it was not the Semi Eita I once knew.

The hot headed, and competitive person I knew.

I slightly pushed away the bento before I continued working on the script for a grouping as I heard a sigh before he rested his head on the table.

"Y/n, it hurts"

It felt like those words made me want to stop from continuing my work as I felt the urge to just let out everything.

The pain I heard from his voice. The exhaustion was so evident that it feels possible that the moment he will stand up, he would lose consciousness.

"I badly miss you" his voice tremble followed by a weak sob that made me stop from typing on the keyboard.

We both feel like strangers to each other.

It felt like we couldn't see the person we once loved so much before.

"Stop it Semi. You're losing yourself"

I heard a low laugh before his hands reached my own ones.

"I really love you Y/n. I really do that why it hurts so badly" he stuttered out as I felt him tighten his grip on my hands.

"Is there really no other way to make things right?" He whispered as his grip loosened before he drew circles on my hands that began to remind me how much these small moments meant everything to me before.

But right now, it was something I never seek for anymore.

I got so tired that I'm not sure if that love I held from him is still here.

I don't know if it still existed.

Yet a part of me doesn't really want to lose him. A part of me questioned whether I acted too quickly.

Times when my mind became my own enemy just because of him.

Moments when I chose him over me.

"Semi-"

"I love you" he whispered that cut me off as I stared at his features that focused on the hand he was caressing.

Is it worth giving him another chance?

Just for the love that bloomed between the two of us before?

Those were the words that I thought to myself before. When that heartbreak and anger took over my heart until the love and happy memories I created with him saved the relationship I chose to leave.

I sighed in relief as I felt his thumb slowly apply the cream on my wrist as I leaned back my body on him who supported me from behind as my thoughts started to drift to the past.

I don't want to make him feel the feeling I felt before. The feeling of losing yourself because of love.

Because at that time, he was really so different from the man I loved.

The time where he would kneel in front of the dorm just to let him into my life once again.

The time he started to give me flowers, gifts that he usually never gave me. And even taking one flower from it so he knows when to buy me a new one.

The time when he never left my side no matter how much I wanted him to leave. The time he completely chooses me over the things he needs to finish.

It was those small things that made me want to give our love a second chance. A chance where we could be the better person for the other.

Where I can start to learn to speak for myself, say anything I wanted to say so the other would be aware of what could hurt me and what couldn't.

I was not that persistent that it became a miscommunication of feelings. Those miscommunications became a reason for small mistakes to be completely noticed.

It was a tiring memory but the warmth he radiates from his body as he soothes the wounds in my wrist.

He brought it up to his lips and left a small peck on it before giving a peck on my neck then to the corner of my lips making me smile and turn to look at him to give a quick kiss on his lips.

That break up became the reason for him to look after me better. Make the first move about everything if I started to hesitate on my words.

He finally made me content and secured.

A relationship that once hurt me. It became something we started to really cherish.

A bond that confirmed that...

He is mine and I am his

[eudokia-spinel]

Am I the only one who has way to strong attachment issues and when I attach to someone I just want to share everything with them?

[aeons-domain]

Now I'm curious about something 🤔 Reblog this and put in the tags or comments what ideas or concepts did you scrap for your OC's lore/backstory.

I know an OC's background isn't always going to be consistent or concrete and that's fine! But do you ever have ideas that you either A) didn't have time to work on, B) found too complex to incorporate into their lore, or C) feel like it just didn't fit in based on the standards of whatever universe (canon or original) your OC is in? Or perhaps a secret fourth option, I dunno!

[batfossil-fr]

I have another skin I've been wanting to get some progress on and then I remembered that I haven’t streamed in one million billion years. if people are interested in a jank little ipad stream (oh god I’ll have to figure out if that’s even possible) maybe I’ll try my hand again at streaming my art. no promises I’m still trying to crawl my way out of Only Making 2 Pieces of Art Per Year so I cannot guarantee when the mood will strike me

[gandreida]

hheeeuuurrgghppbbtttt

[bananami]

A little couple's trivia with Nanami proves that he knows you all too well.

I did use the term wife and she/her pronouns just as a brief cw. The whole thing is just fluff. Nanami is in love with you. That's the whole things.

(I am delulu and in love with this man. Hope this helps us all heal. He is alive and well and no one can convince me otherwise. Also I love including Gojo's dumbass in everything. Also Yuji is a sweetheart and Nanami's son basically.)

"Please?" You're practically begging your husband, who doesn't seem to be budging.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Yeah Nanamin-"

"Don't call me that." Nanami cuts Gojo off immediately.

"But Yuji calls you that!"

"That's different." He glares at the white haired man like he's trying to eviscerate him with just his eyes. "And I'm not playing some stupid game just to prove how well I know my wife." He tries to pay attention to the paperwork in front of him again, wanting to finish it before 5pm. Because there was no way he was working overtime again today.

"Scared?" Gojo baited him. "Afraid I'm gonna ask you a question that's just too hard?"

"Gojo, there is nothing you could ask me about my wife that I wouldn't be able to answer."

A few of the students sat around watching the two go back and forth, inevitably waiting for Nanami to either get so annoyed that he walked away, or to take the bait. They hoped for the latter.

"Prove it! Or you forfeit your marriage."

"That's not how that works."

"C'mon Nanamin, it's just a game." Yuji gives the blonde sorcerer a sincere smile, hoping to lighten the mood and sway his decision just a bit.

"Don't call him Nanamin, Yuji- OW." Gojo is cut off as Nanami reaches over and smacks him in the head with the papers in his hand.

"Don't tell him what to do." Nanami sighs and rubs at his temple. He looks at the clock, then at you. It's the look in your eyes that gives way to his final decision. "Fine. You have until that clock reads 5, and then I'm taking my wife and we're going home."

Gojo wastes no time. "Who is your wife's favorite person? And think before you say yourself because-"

"Itadori. Next question."

"I'm your favorite person?!" Yuji jumps from his seat, latching his arms around you for a hug. It's obvious from the way that you smile and hug him back that Nanami is probably definitely right. You had a soft spot for the kid since you met him, playfully telling everyone that you and Nanami had basically adopted him since he arrived at Jujutsu High. Nanami would probably never verbalize it, but you could tell he felt the same about the boy.

"Ok, ok. Next question." Gojo thought hard before coming up with it. "How does your wife take her coffee?"

"She doesn't drink coffee."

"Yes she does, I bring her some like every morning."

"And she gives that coffee to me because she doesn't like it."

"You're telling me I've been buying you coffee this entire time?"

"I make her tea every morning when we get to work. You hand her the coffee, we trade cups. I don't understand how you've stared right at us when we do it and you somehow haven't noticed."

"Ok, then what tea does she drink?"

"Earl Grey, three sugars, a little bit of milk at the top. She'll say she's ok with English Breakfast or Lady Earl Grey if they're out of the regular. She's not, she's just being polite. She'll drink half and throw it away when she thinks no one is looking."

Gojo groans, not having as much fun as he thought he was going to at the beginning of all of this. "And I just bet you have a contingency plan for when your wife doesn't get her tea, don't you?"

"Of course I do," he ignores the even louder groan from Gojo, "I walk across the street to the cafe that sells her favorite pastries and I buy her five because I know that she'll want to share with her students and she'll try to split one with me even if I refuse. They have teabags they leave out so long as you're ordering something. Earl Grey, always in stock."

"Adorable." Gojo rolls his eyes.

"You're so smart, Nanamin!" Yuji jumps in. "Let me ask one! What's her favorite color?"

"Yuji, that's too easy."

"Yellow."

"Ohhhh, mine too," Yuji says, "why yellow?"

"Because it's-" Nanami stops mid-sentence and looks at the clock, like it will give him an excuse. Almost. "We don't need to worry about the why, that wasn't the original question."

Gojo perks up, clearly realizing he'd struck a nerve. And he was ready to work it. The red dusting across Nanami's cheeks told him everything he needed to know. "Are you embarrassed, Nanami?"

"Shut up, Gojo."

"Or do you just not know the answer? It's ok if you don't, I guess you just don't know your wife as well as you thought you did."

"If you don't stop talking, I'm going to tell everyone about the one time in high school when you and Geto got caught in the-"

"OK!" Gojo turns back to the students and motions them toward the door. "Time to go! Don't you all have something better to do? Go be little trouble makers somewhere. Go TP Yaga's lawn or something. Get out of here."

He'd ushered everyone out except Yuji, who stayed behind to wait for you and Nanami. The boy shyly looked away as you kissed Nanami's cheek before standing up, stating you just needed to grab your bag before you could leave.

Yuji waited for you to exit the room before he asked. "Is it because of your hair?"

Nanami sighs. "What makes you think that?"

Yuji just shrugs. "She loves you. Answers don't always need a complex reason."

Nanami can't help the smile that graces his face. "You're a smart kid sometimes, you know that?"

"That's why I'm her favorite!" His goofy nature is back in an instant. "Can I come over for dinner again tonight?"

"Of course you can."

"Can I stay over?"

"If you'd like to."

"Can I pick the movie we watch?"

"Don't push your luck."

[mystigaron]

IMPORTANT FINAL EDIT: THE PARTNERSHIP AND UPDATE PLANNED WITH IT HAVE BEEN INDEFINITELY SUSPENDED. i might delete this post within the next few days i'm still not 100% sure if i should or not especially since the information on it about ludeo is still relevant. however rain world has halted working with them and the update planned to implement the feature is not going ahead. thanks to everyone who spoke up and helped getting this out there and to the attention of the developers and akupara

i haven't seen this up until this morning and not all that many people within the rain world community seem to be talking about it but

it's come to my attention that rain world has recently partnered with a company known as ludeo for the game's newest update. this was tucked away in the replies of their rain world art month post

ludeo is an israeli company run by two brothers based in tel-aviv. this is incredibly disappointing and fucked up to be doing during the on-going genocide israel is committing in palestine and the surrounding regions and i quite frankly do not care if it turns out this was just down to "poor research" and was an "accident": you can quite literally look up the two founders' names on linkedin and find out where they are based in under a minute. there are no excuses for this

another point of note about ludeo that i find upsetting is that a lot if not all of the images used on the company's site to advertise this product are 99.9% guaranteed to be ai-generated

while this is absolutely not the main issue at hand here as promoting your partnership with this company at this time is already fucked up enough to begin with, going and hiding this post within the replies of another promoting your art month event to the artists within this community is so astoundingly ironic and ignorant

i am not trying to suggest that there are alterior motives behind putting this post in the replies of another about a community event rather than making an entirely new and separate one dedicated exclusively to information about this update, but i do find it strange. i woke up to finding out about this and was absolutely livid, and while what's done is already done, i am hoping whoever was responsible for this knows how fucked it is to be promoting this company at this time, or just in general. i am not trying to start a witch hunt or start shit for the sake of starting shit, but i think this needs to be addressed and spoken about, as money towards israel is money towards more bloodshed and violence in palestine. this shit makes my blood fucking boil

edit: i feel like i should also put this here if this wasn't already terrible enough

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