#and then i realized just how much I had grown

[milla-frenchy]

A summer with the Millers

4k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader x Tommy Miller | ao3 | Masterlist Summary: you come back to your father's house for summer vacation and want to get closer to your crush (your dad's best friend) and his brother Warnings: 18+ mdni. dubcon (alcohol), mfm, age gap (reader is 21, Tommy and Joel are in their late 30s, early 40s), virgin reader, eager reader, dirty talk, degradation, masturbation, oral (m/f), ball sucking

a/n: dividers @saradika-graphics 🙏❤️ @aurorawritestoescape thank you for beta-ing, love you 💕🫶

It was the beginning of summer, and you were coming back to Austin for vacation. Now you lived in the north of the country for your studies, not too far from your mother, since your parents had divorced several years ago. You hadn't been back in Texas since last summer, and you were delighted to see your father. You couldn't wait to enjoy the heat and the pool. You were about to spend several weeks here, and you had been looking forward to the holidays so much that you almost twirled around as you headed towards the airport parking lot to meet your father.

Your phone buzzed, and you saw the text message.

“Sorry, sweetie, I had a setback at work, I'm really sorry. Tommy is coming to pick you up from the airport. I'll see you home very soon. See you tonight, I can’t wait!"

You were a little disappointed not to see your father right away, but Tommy? He was your dad’s best friend, and you had known him for a long time. You’d had a big crush on him for a couple years, and your disappointment quickly gave way to a slight tightening in your heart.

You reached the parking lot where Tommy was already waiting for you, leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette. He threw it away as soon as he saw you and gave you a big smile before taking you in his arms.

“Hey, darlin’! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”

You pulled away from each other, and you weren't sure if your brain was playing tricks, but you felt like you caught his gaze quickly checking out your body.

“Damn, look at you all grown up!”

You smiled at his warm welcome, and your grin reached your ears when he opened the passenger door as a perfect gentleman to let you settle in. When he got behind the wheel and started off, that time you were sure, his eyes lingered for a second or two on your bare legs, which your short skirt barely covered. You smiled. It was going to be a good summer, you were sure of it.

The radio was playing a cool 70s rock song, and you leaned your head against the headrest.

“How old are you now, darlin’? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

"I'm 21. And it hasn’t been that long, I was here last summer,” you replied, laughing.

“Wow, really? Well… you seem like a whole different person now. How are your studies going?”

"Alright! I love studying classic literature. I feel good at my uni but I’m happy to be back in Texas.”

“I bet you do! How’s your mother?”

“She’s fine too. She has a new boyfriend. Well, it's been almost a year now.”

“Alright. I hope he’s not a pain in the ass to ya?”

“No, he’s ok”, you replied.

The trip continued with a really smooth conversation between the two of you. A few times, your eyes dared to linger on his hands placed on the steering wheel. His veins were prominent and his forearms muscular, and you couldn't help but wonder what his hands would feel like on you. “They’d make a perfect collar around my neck…” you giggled softly at the thought. Apparently your crush was stronger than ever. And you were hornier than ever.

You realized Tommy was talking to you and you hadn’t paid attention.

“Mmm, excuse me?” you asked.

“What was your pretty head thinking about?” he asked, looking at you a little longer than usual.

“Oh, nothing special…I’m just glad to be back.”

“I’m glad too, darlin’.” He checked out your legs when you were looking out of the window and couldn't catch him staring, before pulling into your father's driveway and wishing you a good afternoon.

You watched his car back out of the driveway, then he parked in front of his house. The house next to your dad’s. You waved Tommy goodbye when he looked at you before entering his house. You definitely didn't regret that he came to get you instead of your father.

The sun was flooding the dining room. Photos of you and your father adorned the walls. You missed him terribly every year. You called each other often, but of course it wasn't the same as seeing him every day. Like before.

Your bedroom was as you had left it. Everything in its place, every book, every photo, every memory. You lay down on your bed and stroked the soft blanket with your fingertips. For a few moments, your childhood memories came back to you. A bittersweet melancholy of a bygone time.

Quickly you thought about Tommy, and how he had checked you out in the car. It hadn’t been that long since you’d seen each other, but he seemed to like you. Differently. At least you hoped so, and you would soon check if that was indeed the case. As usual, he would often come over to your dad’s house to watch a football game, have a beer, or enjoy the pool. On Sunday, there would be the usual early summer barbecue. You couldn't wait to go through your closet and pick a dress that would make him salivate.

But first you needed to get off. Your fingers slid down your body. Running them from your neck, where you imagined Tommy’s fingers lightly gripping your skin. The warmth of his hand on you. You went down to the hollow between your breasts, brushing them very lightly, before grabbing one of them and twitching the nipple between your fingers until you felt it harden. Your other hand traveled from your navel to your skirt. You brushed against the elastic, then the fabric, until you reached the hem. Pulling your skirt up to your waist, then brushing against your sensitive folds under your panties. For a few minutes, you played with your pleasure. Brushing against your swollen clit with feather light touches. Until impatience gripped you, and you finally slip your hand into your panties. Imagining Tommy’s feverish fingers working their way to reach your soaking pussy. You ran your digits along your soaked folds to wet them, and moved up to your twitching clit, already sensitive. You moaned, softly whispering “Tommy.” Your index finger gently swirled over your little bud of nerves, applying the perfect pressure to make your orgasm build. Your other hand squeezed your breast, and you arched your back as your gasps filled the room. But you needed more. Needed to feel something in your core. Your hand left your breast and slipped into your panties, pushing your middle finger between your folds. Just in time for your pussy to clench on it, a wave hit your trembling body. Imagining Tommy inside you, his face above yours, balls deep in your cunt. His name escaped your lips one last time, with final twitches of your walls against your finger. All you could think about was Tommy, and the sensations he would give you. Sensations you could only imagine, because you were still a virgin.

Your father came back home early in the evening, and you had dinner together, chatted and laughed. You two always had a great relationship. When your parents had divorced, you all had agreed that you would live with your mother, since your father had often been away for work. But you missed him a lot, and summers with him were definitely your favorite time of the year.

Tommy came by your house a few times in the days that followed. But not once did you see his gaze on you like it had happened in his car on the way back from the airport. You were disappointed, but since your father was home every time he visited, you figured that maybe Tommy didn't want to risk something in his presence.

The barbecue day arrived, finally. You had chosen a short summer dress with white and yellow pattern, thin straps, no bra underneath. Black lace panties completed the ensemble.

You were impatiently waiting for Tommy to arrive, and you knew he would be among the first guests. You were busy setting the table when you heard your name. Tommy was approaching you and he wasn't alone. Joel, his brother, was with him. He was slightly older than Tommy, and you hadn't seen him in several years. You didn't remember him being so hot and you lost your breath when you saw him. They hugged you, and If Tommy kept a friendly attitude, Joel looked at you from head to toe and smirked, while your dad was busy with the other guests. Arousal instantly burned you from the inside out.

So you decided to go a little further. You seeped your beer while staring and smiling at Tommy or Joel, played with a lollipop redder than your lips while looking at them, or talking to them. You saw Joel readjust himself twice, and Tommy looked away a few times. But his bulge left no doubt about the effect your little game had on him.

The last guests were leaving, and you wished everyone a good evening. Saving your warmest, playful smile for the Millers. Your father had drunk a little too much, and told you he was going to bed. You walked him to his bedroom, helped him take off his shoes, and covered him with his blanket. Then you went into the garden and sat in one of the deckchairs, a beer in hand. You had drunk more than usual but you felt good, a little dizzy but not too much, and you wanted to end the evening like that, looking at the stars.

“You haven’t gone to bed, darlin’?”, you heard from the aisle. Tommy and Joel were heading back towards you.

“No, not yet, I’m still enjoying the evening,” you added, raising your beer bottle at them. “Did you forget something?”

“Yeah, my phone. There it is,” Tommy added.

“Wanna join me for another beer?”

“Yeah, sure”, said Joel. They took beers from the cooler, then brought two deck chairs closer to yours. Conversation was easy with them. Both were quite talkative.

As for you, you laughed even more than usual, thanks to the beers you had drunk. The effect of the alcohol seemed much less stronger on Tommy and Joel.

“It’s getting late, I'm gonna put away the leftovers”, you said, getting up.

“Let us help you, sweetheart,” offered Joel.

You took the salad bowls and went down to the basement to put them in the fridge. You found yourself really close to Joel as you walked through the door, and he clung to you wholeheartedly. 

“So, baby... what was that little game all evening?”

“You liked it?” you asked, shamelessly.

“Oh, sweetheart, are you sure you know what you’re gettin’ into?”

“What are you doin’, Joel?” asked Tommy.

“Just what she wants. Come on, she’s been hitting on us all day.”

“Her father’s here, Joel. He’s… He’s my best friend.”

“Drank way too much. We heard him snoring from the dining room. And she can fuck whoever she wants, it’s not her father’s problem. She’s 21.”

“I… I don’t know man.. I’ve known her since… forever.”

"Jesus. She's an adult. You wanna have fun, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, please. Come on, Tommy, I wanna play with you too”, you added, flirting openly.

Tommy's remorse quickly dissipated, you weren’t sure if you had to thank the beers for that or not. The two brothers' bodies pressed against yours two seconds later. Tommy's lips sought yours, while Joel's covered your neck with kisses. The four hands caressed your waist and breasts, and you felt their hard cocks pushing against you. Virility and masculinity emanated from them. Strength, too. They were men, not boys or young men, and had a totally different energy than the guys you had dated so far. And even though your desire for the two brothers was soaking your panties, you started to fear that maybe you wouldn’t be able to manage what was going to happen next.

“Wait, wait”, you breathed out suddenly, while your hands were lost in Tommy’s wavy hair. They pulled away from you slightly at the same time, respecting your uncertainty.

“What is it, darlin’?” Tommy asked you gently.

“I… uh. Fuck.” You looked at him with a mixture of different emotions in the eyes. Joel stood in front of you, side by side with his brother.

“I…damn. I’m a virgin”, you finally confessed, looking down at the ground.

“What the…” Joel said with raised eyebrows, pulling away from you and taking a few steps into the basement, hands on hips.

“Well… I played with dildos but… not real dicks.”

“Christ, darlin’ we can't… We can’t do that” said Tommy, shaking his head.

“You’re a virgin? How is it even possible? I mean… You’re screaming for our cocks and you never took one?” added Joel.

“I just… I dated guys but they were jerks. I never wanted to fuck one of them. Plus…”

“Plus what?” asked Joel.

Alcohol gave you some courage, or unconsciousness, and you murmured “I couldn’t get Tommy out of my head.”

“No shit”, chuckled Joel, “my little bro is a crush of his best friend's daughter…”

“Shut up, Joel. Darlin’, what are you talking-”

“Oh come on, Tommy. You saw how I looked at you. And I saw how you looked at me. I’m an adult. And… you’re hot. Both of you. We can have fun, right? I guess you don't fuck virgins every day. I just need you to go slow."

“No. No way. We can’t do that. Not here, not now… we can’t do that Joel. It was one thing to fuck her. But having her first time with us here? With her father upstairs? No way.”

“Alright, alright. What if… We’d do other things?”

“What things?”

“Using our hands and mouths. We could play with her mouth too.”

“I don’t fuckin’ know, man. And she drank too much to think clearly”, said Tommy.

“She wasn’t drunk when she was teasing us as soon as we arrived. You want this, baby?” Joel asked, looking at you.

“Yes”, you answered firmly.

“Both of us?”

“Yes.”

Joel moved closer to you, took off your dress, and whistled before looking at his brother.

“We have fun. But we don’t fuck her. Not with our cocks, at least.”

“That’s twisted, Joel”, Tommy murmured, but without being able to take his eyes off your body.

“That’s hot as fuck.”

“Fuck… Ok. Ok...”

A few seconds later, you found yourself on the couch in that basement with Tommy’s shoulders between your thighs.

“Your panties’re soaked, baby, jesus…” he said.

“Told you I wanted it…” you flirted.

“Fuck”, he said, caressing your folds through the fabric, before removing them and spreading your thighs slightly to reveal your pussy. “Damn, look at that, Joel…”

Joel moved closer and Tommy spread you further, so his brother had a perfect view of your bare, dripping pussy.

“What a juicy cunt… Already all swollen up. Can’t wait to taste it. But you go first, man.”

“Yeah”, Tommy breathed out just before he licked a long stripe from your folds to your clit. 

You were already moaning at this new sensation. So different from the one you felt when you were making yourself come with your fingers, or even a sex toy. Tommy's tongue ran through your folds, his mustache and beard tickled your fine skin. Then danced at your core, and swirled over your clit, and you didn't know whether to hold on to his hair or his shoulders. Sometimes you would open your eyes and watch Joel, staring where his brother was eating you out, his hand squeezing his crotch to relieve the tension. Tommy pushed one finger in your cunt, and you stared at Joel as you came on Tommy’s finger, his tongue resting on your clit.

“Fuck, that’s hot baby, seeing you all spread like that for my brother…”

Tommy was so pussy drunk from being the first one to lick you that he almost came in his boxers when you clenched on his finger and moaned. He pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and you felt slightly embarrassed seeing how his mustache and beard glistened from your wetness. Then he got up and slowly pulled his cock out of his pants, and you saw the red, dripping tip of his thick length.

“You wanna suck my cock, darlin’?”

You nodded enthusiastically, but Joel firmly told you “words, baby.”

“Yes. Yes, I wanna suck your cock, Tommy.”

“You’ve never sucked a cock before either?” Joel asked as he in turn knelt between your thighs.

“No… uh Joel? Are you gonna…?”

“Eat ya? Yeah. Fuck yeah. Ya want it?”

“Yeah…Yeah, I want it.”

“You got it, then.”

He spat on your cunt and you gasped, then he spread it with his thumb, careful not to overstimulate you. 

“How many times did you get off thinking about my brother, baby?” he asked before licking your soaking pussy.

“A… a lot”, you whimpered, your hands tightening his curls, as you spread your legs as wide as possible to give him full access.

“Yeah, you got off, thinking of my brother’s tongue in your cunt? His fingers? His cock?”

“Yeah”, you breathed out.

“Damn, little brother. What a good little toy we got here...”

The way he was talking about you made you moan, and he buried his tongue between your folds. 

Thinking that his brother was eating your pussy a few minutes before was turning you on like never before. 

Thinking that the first time someone went down on you, he did it in front of his brother, before he took his place. And you were already wondering if you could convince Tommy to make them take your virginity, and if Joel would lie down between your thighs after his brother. Filling you both with their cum. The thought, coupled with Joel's tongue, made you cum a second time so quickly that you didn’t feel it coming.

“She’s so sensitive…I wonder how many times we’re gonna make her cum, Tommy.”

Tommy was lazily jerking off while watching his brother eat you out. When your shaking stopped, his eyes darkened and he said “sit down, sweetheart. Will be easier to blow me.”

You obeyed, blushing slightly under their gaze on your bare body, but eager to taste his thick cock. 

You had watched tons of porn and knew how to do it. But you wanted to hear Tommy tell you what to do, to be in charge. You let him grab your chin between his fingers, and lift it towards him. Applying a light pressure to it.

“Open up for me, darlin’.”

You parted your lips, and he bent over, dropping his saliva in your mouth, which you swallowed right away.

“Gonna be sloppy for me?”

You nodded, eyes fixed on him.

“Stick out your tongue and lick my slit, baby. Wanna see your pretty throat swallow what I’m givin’ you.”

You darted your tongue out and twirled it around his tip, then swallowed his precum. Tasting it for the first time. He held his cock tightly in his hand while the other was holding the back of your head as he pushed his tip between your lips.

Joel had just finished another beer and was watching you suck his brother while palming his crotch.

“How is she?”, he asked.

“Good. Fuckin’ good. A little shy and unsure. It's fuckin’ hot.”

“Can you imagine, her first time playing naughty for real, she wants not one, but two cocks? What kinda slut does that?”

If Joel thought he was embarrassing you by talking about you like that, he was wrong. You pulled back and your eyes fixed on his brother, as you asked feigning shy tone “you like being sucked by your best friend’s daughter, Tommy?” Batting your long eyelashes at him, making Joel chuckle “well, damn…”

“Fuck… You’re a naughty thing, darlin’, aren’t ya? Naughty things like you don’t keep their mouths empty. Keep suckin’.”

You smiled and took him back in your mouth, applying yourself, attentive to his moans and sucking him according to his sensitivity.

Joel opened two beers and offered one to his brother who took sips regularly, his other hand resting on the back of your head while fucking your mouth and throat. Joel sat on the couch next to you, and took out his cock, wanking slowly while drinking his beer too.

“I think my brother needs some relief, baby. Be a good girl and lie down.”

Once laid down, Joel spread your thighs indecently, exposing your soaking wet pussy.

“Gonna let me play with that little cunt, sweetheart?”

You nodded, just before Tommy slipped his cock back in your mouth. Drinking his beer at the same time. Being used like this was turning you on more and more. Both of them still had their clothes on, and you found it so hot. Making you feel even more used. 

“Imagine how tight she must be. How she’d squeeze our cocks, if we fucked her like she begs to be. One day, don’t freak out little brother.”

“I know, fuck, stop talking about that or I’m gonna nut.”

Joel smirked and spread your glistening folds with his thumbs and you felt your wetness flowing down to your asshole. He spat on your cunt and you moaned.

“She just loves that,” Tommy smirked, thrusting deeper in your throat.

Joel hummed, and brushed his beer bottle between your folds, and you tensed noticeably.

“Come on, Joel, don’t be a jerk.”

Joel chuckled again, and said “you know I won’t do that. I’m not gonna split her open with a bottle. At least not for her first time. Just wanted to spice up my beer.” 

He took a sip of his beer, covered with your wetness.

“Way better, now.”

“Fuck”, said Tommy, watching him.

Joel rubbed his shaft along your folds, making you moan, mouth full of Tommy’s cock. Feeling his cock against your pussy was an overwhelming sensation. So different from feeling a cold dildo. Your hips rolled against Joel’s shaft and he growled.

“Don’t fuck her, Joel”, Tommy warned. 

“Yeah. I know. Fuck, I know, I know. Her cunt is trying to swallow me, man, you see that?”

“Yeah… Our little whore. When did you become such a cockslut, baby? Your father raised you as a good, proper girl, and look at you playing with our fat cocks…not that I'm complaining, takin’ such good care of us, damn.”

Joel’s precum was mixing with your wetness and he rubbed his tip against your clit.

“ ‘m gonna come soon… gonna shoot my load on that pretty pussy, cover her in white, fuck…”

“Suck my balls, baby… gonna come soon too.”

Tommy grabbed his big balls and let them cover your mouth and chin as he started to jerk off. You licked, sucked his balls eagerly, like you've seen dozens of times in porns.

“Look at that Joel, holy shit. Better than your lollipop, uh darlin’?”

“See brother, who gives a shit she’s your best friend's daughter? We could rail her all summer, ruin her pretty holes every fucking day. Teach her how to be a perfect fuck.”

Their dirty talk, the way they were talking about you as if you weren’t even here, made you melt and despite your sore jaw, you couldn’t stop licking Tommy’s balls, still jerking off.

“Fuck, darlin’, yeah just like that. Keep suckin’ my balls. Oh god. Fuck!”

His cum spurted out, white pearls falling onto your hair and face as his hand held your mouth pressed against his balls.

You heard Joel growl and he grabbed your hand, holding it against his shaft sliding along your folds, until he came too, his cum covering your pussy and fingers. His jerks against your clit made you cum one last time, your pussy desperately empty, and you only wished to squeeze their shafts soon enough.

“Jesus… you dried our balls so good, baby.”

They tucked their cocks into their jeans, looking at you still lying on the couch covered in their cum, breathing heavily. Tommy brought you a towel and they helped you up.

“You liked it baby? You liked being a good slut for us?

“Never felt better, actually”, you smiled.

The next morning when you came down for breakfast, your father had already made you coffee and toasts.

“Did you have a good evening, sweetie? I think I passed out… Did you help me in to my bedroom? I can’t remember a thing, I'm sorry sweetie.”

“I did, don’t worry ‘bout that, dad, it’s totally ok!”

“I wasn't a very good host or proper father last night. Wasn't it too much work to put everything back together?”

“No, don’t worry. Tommy and Joel helped me.”

“Oh great. I’m glad they helped you, can’t say I’m surprised they did. They’re good Texans, with proper manners.”

“They really are”, you smiled warmly.

That evening, you knocked on Tommy's door. Joel's figure appeared behind him when he opened it.

“I want more,” you murmured.

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you are my future

» synopsis - ⟡⋆˙ gojo sees his future with you, what will he do?

» contents - ⟡⋆˙ fluff, satoru gojo x gn!reader, satoru being a HUGE simp, friends to lovers, mutual pining, geto and shoko witnessing the chaos unfold

» word count - ⟡⋆˙ 2.1k

» notes - ⟡⋆˙ thank you for the support on my previous works! it makes me so happy to see that people are enjoying them T-T<3 i will soon make a masterlist so it'll be easier to find my fics easier so stay tuned for that! feel free to leave a comment/like/reblog, thank you so much and enjoy! :)<3

» m.list - ⟡⋆˙

“Satoru!”

Blue eyes burst open, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as the boy lunges forward, the remnants of a vivid vision lingering in his mind.

“W-what just—“

“Come on, Satoru, we need to go or we’re going to be late again. You know how Yaga gets.” Geto's voice pulls him back to reality, concern etched in his features as he watches his friend trying to steady his breath, “what the hell happened to you?”

“I-I don’t… I don’t know— where’s [name]?”

Geto lets out a small, knowing scoff before a playful smirk curls at the corners of his lips, “relax, lover boy. [name] is with Shoko, in class, which is where we should be at right now. Now get your ass up before Yaga comes here to beat the hell out of us.”

With that Geto turns on his heel and starts walking towards the main building of Jujutsu Tech. 

Gojo’s eyes linger on Geto’s retreating figure, watching until he disappears behind the door. He runs a trembling hand through his hair, his chest still heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. The vision felt so real—the warmth of your touch, the softness of your voice, and your sweet laughter.

He saw you. 

He saw you older. 

He saw you with him.

With him?

Gojo couldn’t believe it either; it felt more like a dream. But he knew that this was different. This wasn’t just a dream. This was a vision—a glimpse into a future intertwined with yours. It was you and him, together, married.

It was real. As real as it could be.

He had to find you. He had to—

“Gojo Satoru.” Yaga’s voice rang out, sharp and firm, snapping him out of his thoughts. From across the campus, the door was slightly ajar as the teacher peeked out, glaring at the boy. “Get in here, now.”

The door then shuts with a soft click, leaving Gojo by himself with his thoughts once more. 

He quickly gathers himself, scrambling to stand up as he hurriedly makes his way to class. 

How is it possible for him to see his future? Is he truly certain that it wasn’t a dream? No, it didn’t feel like a dream. Gojo knew what his dreams were like, and they were never this detailed, never this vivid.

You had grown even more beautiful, which he thought couldn’t be possible. A dainty ring adorned your finger—a declaration of love and promises—which you wore proudly with a radiant smile.

Oh, you looked so beautiful. Even after ten years, you still looked the same, but more mature, and happier.

Gojo felt his heart leap into his throat as he pushed the door open, Yaga’s voice filling his ears. But it quickly turned into a low buzz, fading into background noise as soon as he saw you.

There you were, sitting silently at your seat, your gaze focused on the notebook on your desk as you quickly jotted down notes from the lecture.

Before he realized it, your name slipped from his lips. The sound of it made him stiffen, the class falling into an uncomfortable silence.

“Sit down, Satoru.” Yaga’s voice commanded him with a weary sigh, tired of the boy’s odd behavior.

It was dead silent, and you were looking at him. Confusion and curiosity flashed in your eyes as you watched him make his way to his seat beside Geto.

Yaga returned to his lecture, and you immediately turned your attention back to the teacher, your hand moving once more, indicating that you were writing in your notebook.

Gojo couldn’t help but stare at you. Your back was facing him, but he knew exactly what you looked like right now. Softly biting down on your bottom lip, brows furrowed slightly—the typical look you got when you were focused.

His mind wandered back to his newfound revelation. His future with you.

Your usual quiet self would be laughing loudly and smiling widely with him. The way you gently shoved his arm when he made his typical jokes, the giggles that escaped your lips when he tried to kiss you, playful and genuine “I love you’s” repeatedly leaving his lips. You looked so perfect, so incandescently happy. And he was the one making you feel that way.

A warm, fluttery feeling washed over him as he recounted the tiny, precious memories that he would share with you, wondering if you had seen them too. Wondering if you were thinking about him the way he thought of you.

Gojo impatiently tapped his fingers on the desk, each minute dragging on painfully as he waited for class to end.

Geto watched his friend fidget and gnaw on his lip, eyes fixed on you. Confusion spread across the raven-haired boy’s face. Sure, Gojo has always liked you, and it was normal for him to zone out in class, staring at the back of your head. But now he looked almost desperate, as if he were waiting for everyone to leave so he could pounce.

Geto rolled his eyes and lightly shoved his friend on the shoulder, snapping Gojo out of his thoughts.

“Why are you looking at her like she’s a piece of meat?” Geto whispered jokingly.

“I’m not!” Gojo whispered back sharply, shooting his friend a glare. “I’m just... thinking.”

This did not surprise Geto. Gojo was always thinking about you, whether on a mission, by himself, or with friends. His mind always wandered back to you.

Geto rolled his eyes once more, “yeah, I can see that. But you’re acting even weirder today.”

“It’s nothing, alright?” Gojo shifted uncomfortably in his seat under his friend’s scrutiny.

How could he tell Geto what he saw without sounding crazy? He already felt insane talking about you so much—what made him think Geto would believe he had seen his future wife, and that it was you?

Gojo shook his head. No, he didn’t have to tell anyone. All he wanted was to talk to you. To come clean. To finally spill his feelings. He had longed to do so but had been so deathly afraid. Yet seeing you so happy with him in that vision gave him the courage he needed to confess.

An hour passed, and the lecture finally ended. Yaga dismissed the students, instructing them to go to the sparring grounds to train before leaving without another word. Geto and Shoko immediately began chatting, but Gojo couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. But frankly, he didn’t care. All he cared about was you.

And so he walks up to you, watching you silently pack your stuff into your bag, blissfully unaware of what’s about to happen and what’s in store for you. 

He stops right behind you, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he waits for you to finish. 

“Oh, hi Satoru..” Your voice, so soft and sweet, almost making him melt into a puddle right then and there.

Red creeps up to his cheeks, the words quickly getting caught in his throat.

“H-hey…” He cursed himself inwardly for stumbling over his words, betraying his composure. “What are your plans for tonight?”

“Tonight?” You paused, pondering for a moment, “just studying, I think—”

“Go out with me.” The words spill out of him, his blush deepening, though his eyes still locked on yours.

“H-huh?”

“Huh?”

Silence.

He then takes a sharp breath, stepping closer to you. 

“Go out with me.”

“Satoru, what’s gotten into you—”

“I mean it. Let’s go on a date, just you and me.”

Confusion and amusement flickered across your face as you met his gaze.

“Don’t tease, Satoru.” You sighed, arms folded across your chest.

“I’m not teasing.” He responded immediately, his voice sounding sincere, a plea for you to believe him, “I… I really like you.”

Your eyes widened at his words, lips slightly parting in surprise. 

“W-what? Me? You like.. Me?”

“Yes.. Yes, I do.”

“But why— how—”

“Does that matter?” The white haired boy sighed, a serious look flickering in his gaze, “I like you. Hell, I like you so much that for the longest time, I’ve felt like I’d explode any second now if I couldn’t be with you.”

“Satoru..”

“Y-you don’t have to of course,” he says quietly, hoping that you wouldn't reject his offer, “but I would love it if you said yes..”

A moment of silence falls between the two of you, just two kids staring at each other in awe. One who’s nervously fidgeting in his spot, and the other watches him with a bewildered mix of emotions. 

“You.. like me?” 

Gojo sighs heavily, “yes.. A lot actually.”

“And you want to go on a date, just you and me? Not with—”

“Not with Shoko and Geto.”

“Satoru..”

Your hand gently reached for his, sending a spark of electricity through him. It took all his restraint not to pull you closer and embrace you tightly.

“I.. I had no idea, I’m sorry I—” 

Oh god, there it is. The rejection. Was it too soon? Did he something wrong? Are his chances with you ruined now? Gojo could practically feel as if the ground might swallow him whole, his lips pursing as he struggled to contain his disappointment.

His breath hitches in his throat as your fingers delicately slid his glasses off his face, revealing his striking blue eyes that gazed at you with love and adoration. And you could see it. You could see the way he looked at you, like a man madly in love. And that’s how you knew his words were true. That’s how you knew you could open up to him completely as well.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner, or I would’ve said something too,” you confessed quietly, meeting his gaze with a soft, gentle expression. “I like you too.”

It’s like the world has stopped.

His dreams were coming true, his future set, now that he’s got you. 

A wide, lopsided grin spread across his face, the playful look of genuine happiness in his eyes.

“Thank god… I thought I had to throw myself out the window there for a second.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips, causing his heart to flip inside his chest—a sound he knew he wanted to hear for the rest of his life.

“God, I love your laugh,” he blurted out, his cheeks flushing with warmth.

You smiled up at him, radiating happiness, just as you had in his vision.

“You’re my future, [name].” He murmured softly, his hand gently cupping your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

And he knows that it was true.

“Didn’t know you had a sappy side, Satoru,” you teased with a chuckle.

“No, I mean it.” He shook his head, his voice serious as he locked eyes with you. “You are my future. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Your expression softened at his words, silently wondering what had sparked this sudden openness and vulnerability in him. But you decided to ask later, for now, you simply wanted to savor the sweetness of his words, his gentle touch, and the warmth of his embrace.

“So do I, Satoru…” you whispered softly, leaning into his hand.

As the two of you stood there, lost in each other’s gaze and completely unaware of the world around you, Geto and Shoko watched through the small gap of the slightly open door, sharing amused glances.

“I told you he would crack soon enough,” Shoko whispered to her raven-haired friend, extending her hand expectantly. “Pay up.”

Geto groaned as he reached for his pocket, gently placing a few bills into Shoko’s waiting palm. 

“Glad to do business with you.” Shoko says with a playful smirk, “now, wanna bet that he’ll say ‘I love you’ in the next few hours?”

“No way he’s going to—“

“HEY! ARE YOU GUYS BETTING ON ME?!”

—

Bonus:

Itadori stands beside the white haired sorcerer, a comfortable silence falling between them as they watch you mentoring his two friends. The training session was in full swing, with you offering guidance and support, your voice was calm and encouraging. The two students were focused, their movements precise and determined as they followed your instructions. 

Gojo's usual playful demeanor was replaced by a thoughtful expression as he observes the scene, with Itadori mirroring his teacher’s contemplative silence. Both of them were clearly captivated by the sight of you.

“Gojo-sensei,” Itadori began tentatively, breaking the tranquil silence between them, “how long have you known [name]-sensei?”

Gojo's eyes twinkles with amusement, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Ah, [name],” he replies, his tone warm with affection. “You mean my spouse?”

Itadori's eyes widened in surprise, his jaw dropping slightly before breaking into a wide grin.

“WHAAA— WAIT, REALLY? YOU’RE MARRIED?!” The pink haired boy exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement at this newfound revelation, earning a few curious looks from you and his friends.

A wide grin spread across Gojo's face, his eyes sparkling with happiness. Without a word, he extends his hand towards Itadori to reveal a gleaming ring.

“Yes, I am,” he confirms, his voice full with pride. “A happily married man!”

[st4rtar0t]

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Picture 1

Arranged blind date

I stared at my reflection, the dress clinging to my frame in a way that was both flattering and unfamiliar. It had been months since I’d worn anything other than sweatpants and old t-shirts. My heart pounded as I thought about the evening ahead. What had I let Emma talk me into?

“Trust me, y/n,” she had said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You deserve someone who treats you right. This guy is perfect for you.”

I wanted to believe her. After all, Emma knew me better than anyone. She had seen me through the worst of my relationship with Adam, watched as I shrank into myself, convinced I was unworthy of love and respect. She had been my rock when I finally walked away.

Now, she was determined to help me move on, even if it meant dragging me into the world of blind dates.

“You look stunning,” Emma said, stepping into my bedroom. Her smile was warm and reassuring. “And you’ll be fine. Just be yourself.”

I nodded, trying to steady my breathing. “What if he’s... I don’t know, another Adam?”

Emma shook her head firmly. “He’s not. Trust me. I’ve known him for years. He’s kind, funny, and he’s been through his own share of heartbreak. You two will understand each other.”

Taking a deep breath, I followed Emma out the door and into her car. As she drove, I gazed out the window, my mind a swirl of anxiety and hope. The city lights blurred past, a cacophony of life that felt distant and unreal.

We arrived at the restaurant, a cozy little place with warm lighting and the comforting aroma of home-cooked meals. Emma squeezed my hand. “He’s waiting at table five. Go on, I’ll be right here if you need me.”

I hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. Here goes nothing.”

As I approached table five, I saw him. He was looking down at his menu, but there was something about him that immediately put me at ease. He had an air of quiet confidence, and when he looked up and our eyes met, he smiled. It was a smile that reached his eyes, genuine and warm.

“y/n?” he asked, standing up and offering his hand.

I took it, surprised by how natural it felt. “Yes. And you must be Michael.”

He nodded, his grip gentle yet reassuring. “It’s really nice to meet you. Emma’s told me a lot about you.”

I laughed nervously, taking my seat. “All good things, I hope.”

“Only the best,” he said, his eyes twinkling with kindness. “She’s very fond of you.”

As we started talking, I found myself relaxing. Michael was easy to talk to, his sense of humor lightening the mood. He shared stories about his work as a graphic designer, his passion for painting, and his dog, Max, who sounded like a real character.

“So, Emma tells me you’re quite the photographer,” he said, his tone genuinely interested.

I blushed slightly. “I dabble. It’s just a hobby, really.”

“From what I hear, you’re pretty talented,” he replied. “Maybe you could show me some of your work sometime?”

I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. “I’d like that.”

The evening passed in a blur of laughter and easy conversation. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was enjoying myself. Michael was attentive, respectful, and genuinely interested in what I had to say. It was a stark contrast to the indifference and criticism I had grown accustomed to with Adam.

As we said our goodbyes, Michael looked at me with a hopeful expression. “I had a great time tonight, y/n. Can we do this again sometime?”

I smiled, feeling a lightness in my heart. “I’d like that very much, Michael.”

As I walked back to Emma, who was waiting with a knowing smile, I realized something. Maybe, just maybe, I was ready to open my heart again. And maybe this time, I’d find the love and respect I truly deserved.

⁠—⁠☆

Emma hugged me as soon as I reached her. “See? Told you it would be fine.”

I hugged her back, gratitude welling up in my chest. “Thank you, Emma. For everything.”

She grinned. “That’s what friends are for.”

And for the first time in a long while, I felt hopeful about the future.

Picture 2

Friends to lovers

I stood outside y/n’s apartment, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. The city was quiet tonight, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the sidewalk. I had been here countless times, but tonight felt different. Tonight, everything was about to change.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. Almost immediately, I heard her footsteps approaching. The door swung open, and there she was, her smile lighting up the entire hallway.

“Hey! Come on in,” she said, stepping aside to let me pass.

I walked in, my heart pounding in my chest. “Hey, y/n. Thanks for having me over.”

We settled on her couch, the same spot where we’d shared countless conversations, laughter, and even tears over the years. She handed me a cup of tea, her eyes sparkling with the warmth I had come to cherish.

“So, what’s up?” she asked, taking a sip of her own tea. “You sounded a bit urgent on the phone.”

I looked at her, really looked at her, and realized just how much she meant to me. Her kindness, her strength, her infectious laugh—all the little things that made her who she was. It hit me like a tidal wave. I was in love with her. I always have been.

“y/n, there’s something I need to tell you,” I began, my voice trembling slightly.

She set her cup down, her expression turning serious. “What is it? You know you can tell me anything.”

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. “y/n, you’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. You’ve been there for me through everything, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She smiled, reaching out to squeeze my hand. “I am your best friend. I will always be there for you no matter what happens. Now tell me, what is bothering you?”

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment. “But that’s the thing. I don’t just see you as my best friend anymore. Somewhere along the way, my feelings changed. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, there was a silence that felt like an eternity. My heart was in my throat, fear and hope battling within me.

“oh…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I pressed on, needing her to understand. “I know this might come as a shock, and I don’t want to ruin what we have. But I had to tell you. I can’t keep pretending that what I feel for you is just friendship.”

Her eyes searched mine, and I saw tears forming. Panic surged through me. Had I made a terrible mistake?

But then she smiled, a radiant, beautiful smile that took my breath away. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for so long.”

Relief washed over me like a flood. “You... you have?”

She nodded, tears spilling over her cheeks. “I’ve loved you for years. I was just too scared to tell you. I didn’t want to risk losing you.”

I reached out, brushing a tear from her cheek. “You’ll never lose me, y/n. You’re everything to me.”

She leaned into my touch, her eyes filled with love and vulnerability. “I love you.”

The words were like music to my ears. I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly. “I love you too, y/n. More than you’ll ever know.”

We sat there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the world outside fading away. All that mattered was this moment, the love we had finally confessed, and the promise of a future together.

As I held her, I realized something. Love had been right in front of me all along, in the form of my best friend. And now that I had found it, I was never letting go.

Picture 3

Opposites attract

I watched him from across the room, the way he moved with such effortless grace and confidence. The party was in full swing, laughter and chatter filling the air, but all I could focus on was Ethan. He was the epitome of extroversion, charming everyone around him with his easy smile and quick wit.

I, on the other hand, was more comfortable in the shadows, observing rather than participating. I preferred a good book to a loud party, a quiet evening at home to a night out on the town. Yet, here I was, drawn to someone who was my complete opposite in every way.

Ethan caught my eye and waved, making his way over to me. My heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling inside me.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. “Why are you hiding over here all alone?”

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Just taking a break from all the excitement.”

He laughed, a rich, contagious sound. “You know, you’re the only person I know who comes to a party to take a break from it.”

I smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “Well, someone has to keep an eye on things from the sidelines.”

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with that mischievous spark I was starting to adore.

“Sure,” I said, surprised by how much I wanted him to stay.

We sat down on the edge of the patio, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the warmth of the crowded house. For a moment, we just sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the party fading into the background.

“You know, Y/N,” Ethan said, breaking the silence. “I’ve always admired how you can just... be. You don’t need all this noise and attention to feel happy.”

I looked at him, surprised by his honesty. “And I’ve always admired how you can light up a room just by walking into it. You make everything look so easy.”

He smiled, a softer, more genuine smile than I’d seen before. “It’s not always as easy as it looks. Sometimes, it feels like I’m just playing a role. But with you... I feel like I can be myself.”

My heart swelled at his words. “I feel the same way, Ethan. With you, I don’t feel like I have to hide.”

We continued talking, sharing pieces of ourselves we hadn’t revealed to anyone else. I told him about my love for painting, how it was my way of expressing emotions I couldn’t put into words. He opened up about his fear of being alone, how he surrounded himself with people to avoid facing his own insecurities.

As the night wore on, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t expected. Despite our differences, or maybe because of them, we fit together in a way that felt right. His outgoing nature balanced my introversion, his confidence bolstered my shyness, and his warmth melted my reservations.

Ethan reached out, taking my hand in his. His touch was gentle, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through me. “Y/N, I know we’re different, but I can’t help how I feel. Being with you makes me want to be better, to be more.”

I looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability and sincerity there. “I feel the same way, Ethan. You make me feel... alive, like anything is possible.”

He leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “So, what do you say we give this a try? Us, I mean. I know it won’t always be easy, but I think it could be something amazing.”

I smiled, my heart full of hope and excitement. “I’d like that, Ethan. I’d like that a lot.”

As he pulled me into a gentle embrace, I realized that sometimes, the most unexpected connections can be the most beautiful. Despite our differences, or maybe because of them, we were falling for each other, and I couldn’t wait to see where this journey would take us.

[lunatic-pudge]

FUCKING PREACH IT, HOMIE!!!!!!

But seriously, this fandom has a serious infantalization problems with characters such as Scout and Pyro.

Like, they see Scout, they see how he's this hyperactive, childish merc who's "God's gift to women" and immediately immediately boil him down to him being a grown man-child. He's literally 27, can drive, kills people for a living, and has been shown to pull women.

Yeah, he's immature and childish, but you gotta remember he's almost in his 30's, is the youngest of seven older brothers, and works to help support his mom (who he had to watch struggle to raise him and his older brothers on her own)

And then you get Pyro, who gets the worst of it. Pyro's case gets me especially heated cause they're infantilized due to them being mentally unwell. These are probably the same people that wouldn't even sit near Pyro IRL cause they think "Schizophrenia=evil monster"

Yes, Pyro also kills for a living, but that's cause it's their JOB. Schizophrenia is such a complicated condition, and it gets such a bad rep. I don't have Schizophrenia, so obviously, I can't speak for those who do have it. But I know for a damn fact that those who have it don't appreciate how people treat it.

Now we know Pyro is an adult, what age are they we don't know. My guess is that they're close to Sniper and Scout in age. We also know that Pyro handmade their weapons and was CE-FUCKING-O OF AN ENGINEERING COMPANY. I can not stress enough that there's so much more to Pyro's character, but everyone and their Mother's wanna look at them and go, "Aww, look at the precious baby. They don't realize that they're hurting people"

I think another thing that plays into it is that they appear to like things that can be considered "childish" (Balloonicorn, bubbles, rainbows, ect.) But you can be a fully grown and functioning adult and like those things. I'm 22, and I have a huge ass stuffed animal collection. I have friends who are in similar boats as me. It's normal.

Okay, I'll shut up for now. I just hate how people treat some of these mercs.

[aveloka-draws]

I would like to preface this with an apology for the Asgardian-sized wall of text I want to throw at you. If you've ever seen the movie Hot Fuzz, I just had a massive brain wave in regards to that recent interaction you made between the Lamb and Theon. So here we go, lots to unpack.

What I find very curious about that little interaction was how unintentionally massive its impact was. It was just a short exchange between the two but the ramifications could be severe. Whether the Lamb meant to or not, they might have made the situation for Theon significantly worse or perhaps more accurately, far more unstable and given their own current nature, that is not too surprising. Theon was suspicious that Leshy is hiding something and the Lamb says 'Do you want me to tell you what it is?'. The Lamb just confirmed that Leshy is hiding something. Now in all fairness the Lamb could be lying from Theon's perspective. Getting some kicks out of their followers and seeing the madness unfold is becoming of them. However that likelihood is vastly nill. The Lamb seems to like Theon for starters and thus would not be inclined to lie in the first place. Plus regardless of the Lamb's intents, they are the Leader. So by default, Theon is inclined to believe their word.

Thus with that statement, the situation is already far worse. Now Theon knows Leshy is in fact hiding something, and his brain can start to work the pieces out. He is not a stupid cat by any means, and he can already tell that the area of soreness relies around Darkwood. That is where Leshy seems to clam up. He already suspects they were a disciple and given Theon's nightmares, this narrows his suspicions down. If Theon wished to really investigate this down to its roots, he could go behind the scenes to attempt to acquire a tiny dot of ichor. He wouldn't need much, all he'd need is a single drop to taste. Hopefully in a dose that would not burn his insides like those of the uninitiated. Whether that meant striking a deal with a disciple or through the Lamb, who knows how. But if he tasted it he could compare it against the taste of Leshy's 'odd' blood and tell how similar they tasted. If the taste was close, Theon would have his answer and from there the harrowing realities only close in with two distinct scenarios. Bad case, Leshy was in fact a disciple of the God of Chaos. Worst case, he was that God. Thing is, if Theon was really paying attention he'd have his answer without Leshy saying anything at all.

Whether Leshy realizes it or not, he completely revealed his identity by waiting to tell Theon. Leshy waited this long to tell Theon anything, by this point they have grown extremely close. Had Leshy told Theon who he was, shortly after they met or starting getting close, the impact would be far less significant. Theon would have been shocked, gone through his reactions, and likely distanced himself. However, now they're both madly in love. By waiting this long Leshy has single-handedly sown as much Chaos into Theon's life as he possibly could, thus betraying his efforts and revealing his true nature. Theon has now an impossibly difficult situation to contend with. He has been in love with the very god that he was to be sacrificed for. In all technical details there really is no reason why Theon cannot continue to love him. Leshy would never hurt Theon intentionally nor do something truly egregious against him. However the very fact that Leshy has put Theon in the situation where he has to relive his nightmares everyday is only made worse by the inescapable chaos that surrounds Leshy. Whenever Theon gazes upon him, he knows chaos will follow. Suddenly all of his actions will enter a new light. The five-finger fillet, the midnight hi-jinks, other follows becoming mischievous. It turns from, "Leshy is just a bit out there." to, "He is Chaos incarnate." Theon, should he continue by Leshy's side, would have to live with that everyday for the rest of his life. No matter how much Leshy attempts to change himself it's impossible to escape the chaos, it's akin to commanding a Sunflower to cease being a plant. Chaos is in Leshy's nature. Asking him to subdue the chaos would mean he ceases to be Leshy. It's the classic paradox of the very thing that drew Theon in in the first place is now the most painful reality.

Whether the divorce truly happens or not, as our expectations could be subverted, Theon will never be the same afterward. He will have to find some way to make peace with the nightmares one way or another, and accept that chaos will follow him no matter how good a life he lives. It is quite fascinating too. Leshy is now responsible for damning a second loved one to Hell.

I thank you again for your amazing work and taking the time to read this.

Dont apologize i loved this i agree thank you for the asgardian sized wall of text hshsh

[percymawce-arts]

I wrote a little fic below you don't have to read it

“John!” Arthur shouted. His own head was ringing with the force of the neural handshake, he could barely hear himself speak. Or maybe John could barely hear him? He couldn’t tell anymore which sensations were whose. “John! Focus on me!”

John paid Arthur no mind. He was staring straight ahead, his brow furrowed and his mouth hanging open in fear. Arthur could feel his eyes getting hot, so he assumed John was crying. Maybe it was both of them.

It was Arthur’s fault. He’d been the first to go out of phase, and he’d dragged John along with him. He hadn’t been in the Drift since… since that night. It was exactly the same, down to the shiver he got down his spine when he felt his mind opening up to his co-pilot. It was as if Parker was right next to him again.

He’d reached out, held on, lingered. Exactly what he warned John not to do. Together they’d gone spiraling out of control. Arthur knew how to bring himself back, he’d been doing this for years. But John hadn’t. He was lost, wandering through memories that he didn’t recognize. Memories he didn’t understand.

“John! You have to let go! Focus on me!” Arthur shouted, but again to no avail. Tears were falling freely from John’s face now. His lip was quivering. The cold weight of dread permeated the Drift like ice water. He wasn’t pulling himself out of this.

So Arthur closed his eyes and let John’s mind wash over him.

When he opened them again, he was… somewhere. He didn’t know where it was, it was like nothing he’d ever seen before. Everywhere he looked there was pulsing, fleshy masses and blue light that burned his retinas and there was no up or down and he couldn’t breathe—

There was John. Except, he wasn’t there, was he? He was only there as much as Arthur was, tagging along in someone else’s memories. Something else’s. But he wasn’t looking around in confusion or panic as Arthur had been. John knew this place, he’d seen it before. Just as he had seen the monstrous vision before him: a Kaiju. But not a grown animal, an infant.

No, not an infant. An embryo. Being weaved together in the womb (was that where they were?). But it was alive. It was alive and screaming out in pain as these horrible, horrible creatures Arthur had never seen before stitched its muscles together and broke its bones to put them back correctly.

John was screaming too. In sync with the writhing mass of half-made monster before him. His eyes were glowing. Not the way people usually mean it, they were actually glowing bright cold yellow.

Arthur swam forward as fast as he could, realizing he didn’t need to breathe but holding his breath anyway, on instinct. He grabbed John’s shoulders and spun him away from the horrors.

John screamed and screamed and screamed and Arthur couldn’t stop him, no matter what he tried. Even when he finally opened his mouth to speak (and in fact did not drown) it was like John couldn’t even hear him. But he tucked his head under Arthur’s chin when Arthur pulled him closer. He gripped Arthur’s arms like a life line. This, as it turns out, was not a good thing.

Arthur was half-aware of what was happening around them in the real world. And he could see John reach forward for Arthur, even though he was beside him. He could feel more than see their Jaeger, The Dies Irae, reach out with him. And when John gripped Arthur's arms that weren't really there, the Dies Irae did the same.

And its plasma canon began to charge.

Suddenly, along with John and the Kaiju's screams in his head, there was screaming in Arthur's ears. Commotion on the other side of their comms, orders for John to lower his hand, for Arthur to snap him out of it. But he couldn't do that. This wasn't some traumatic memory, something that could be 'snapped out of'. This, as far as Arthur could tell, was actually happening. It was exactly what Noel and Oscar had been warning them about the entire time. John's ability, whatever it was, it was being multiplied by the Drift. Something about having two minds to see across worlds with made it more potent. Debilitating. Arthur had no idea how to fix that. So he went with what he knew and went sifting through John's memories.

There were flashes, here and there, of childhood memories. They were fuzzy and quiet, like watching something above water happen while you were submerged in the pool. Things John didn't really remember, but that were buried in his mind somewhere unreachable.

There were clearer memories. Walking abandoned city streets alone, crying, climbing over bodies. Being found by the general. Screaming, kicking, fighting anything or anyone that tried to hold him down. Training and training and training until his legs gave out and he stopped having nightmares about being opened up. About different dimensions and killing people and being killed by giant robots. Arthur couldn't do anything with any of that. So he used memories they shared.

The first time they met, John had already known who he was. Arthur thought that that was because of some kind of debriefing. But now, with John's entire mind laid out before him, he knew it was because he recognized him. From nightmares. Because he'd heard Parker calling his name through a Kaiju's ears. Because he'd seen his face in that cockpit of that Jaeger.

Their first time training together. John had been so cocky, so sure he knew what was best, watching from the sidelines, correcting Arthur's form. So he'd challenged him. Sparring with John had been like playing chess with your perfect match. Arthur had known right then they were Drift compatible.

Their first meeting, of many, with the general. Trying to convince him to let John pilot with Arthur. He was the only one, Arthur argued. The only one who'd been drift compatible at all. They had to try. John had thanked him, afterward. He'd had tears in his eyes, though he was trying to hide it. He'd been waiting all his life to become a pilot.

Every happy moment he could glean from their time together, he pushed them forward. He forced them into the space between John and the breach, he pushed as hard as he could until suddenly they were sitting together in the sparring room. Alone.

"Arthur?" John whispered.

Then they were both pulled, hard, in different directions. Out of their heads, out of the Drift, back into the cockpit of the Dies Irae. John's hand was still raised but his fist was lax. The plasma canon was off.

John was practically hanging from the rigging in the left hemisphere. His breathing was ragged as his arm fell limply to his side. There was a hissing sound as they both detached from the rigging. John fell to his knees, Arthur ran to his side.

"You two are lucky Noel disconnected you in time," the general spat. "I want to see both of you in my office, now."

John sobbed. Arthur pulled off his helmet and wrapped his arms around him, pressing him to his chest.

"All due respect, sir," he said. "I think we're both going to need a moment."

[moonselune]

Could I request a drabble where Halsin thinks about how he fell for female reader especially how she helps him even when she doesn't need to (even as a bear) & reminds him to take care of himself too? Even when she's dating him, he admires how she's still caring for him, and her companions including Owlbear, and Scratch too!

Halsin- lemme just- I just wanna smoosh my face into your face, please.

Halsin x f!reader

The camp was quiet, the night air filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. Halsin sat by the fire, his thoughts drifting as he watched the flames dance. He glanced around the campsite, his eyes settling on you as you moved with effortless grace, tending to the companions. The connection you shared had deepened over time, blossoming into something beautiful and profound.

Halsin's thoughts wandered back to the moment he realized he had fallen for you. It wasn't during a grand battle or a dramatic event, but rather in the quiet moments, the times when you showed your unwavering kindness and compassion. You had a way of caring for others that was both gentle and fierce, a rare combination that had captivated him from the start.

One memory stood out vividly in his mind. It was a day much like any other, with the sun high in the sky and the forest alive with the sounds of nature. Halsin had shifted into his bear form, enjoying the freedom and power it brought. He had been foraging for herbs when he noticed you watching him from a distance, a soft smile on your face.

"Do you need any help, Halsin?" you had called out, your voice filled with genuine concern.

He had grunted in response, shaking his massive head. In bear form, he was more than capable of handling himself. But you had approached anyway, your hands gentle as you patted his fur and checked for any injuries. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about your character. You cared for him, even when he didn't need it, simply because you wanted to.

Halsin's heart had swelled with affection in that moment. It was a feeling that had only grown stronger with time. You had a way of reminding him to take care of himself, even when he was too focused on the needs of others. Your concern was a constant, steadying presence in his life, a beacon of light in the often dark and tumultuous world they navigated.

He admired the way you extended your kindness to everyone in the camp. You were always there, tending to Astarion's wounds with a deft touch, listening to Shadowheart's concerns with an empathetic ear, and ensuring Gale had everything he needed for his arcane experiments. Your compassion extended even to the animals that had become part of their makeshift family. Scratch, the loyal dog, adored you, always wagging his tail excitedly when you were near. The owlbear cub, too, seemed to sense your gentle spirit, often nuzzling against you in search of comfort.

Halsin's gaze softened as he watched you now, kneeling beside Scratch and scratching behind his ears. The dog's tail thumped happily against the ground, and you laughed, a sound that warmed Halsin's heart. You glanced up, catching his eye, and smiled. It was a simple exchange, but it held a world of meaning.

He stood and walked over to you, his movements fluid and graceful despite his size. "You have a remarkable gift," he said softly, his voice filled with admiration.

You tilted your head, a curious look in your eyes. "What do you mean?"

"The way you care for others," he explained, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "You remind me to take care of myself, to slow down and appreciate the small moments. You have a heart as vast and nurturing as the forest itself."

You blushed at his words, a shy smile spreading across your lips. "I just do what feels right."

Halsin chuckled, his hand cupping your cheek. "And that is why I love you. Your kindness, your strength, your unwavering compassion. You make me a better person, and for that, I am endlessly grateful."

Your eyes shimmered with emotion as you leaned into his touch. "I love you too, Halsin. More than words can say."

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the peaceful sounds of the night and the warmth of the campfire, Halsin felt a profound sense of contentment. You were his anchor, his guiding light. And he knew that with you by his side, he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Hope you liked this nonnie and thank you so much for your sweet message <3 xoxoxo

[bakubunny]

♡ childhood best friend draken ♡

a/n: sry for all the tokyo rev. returning to my regular bnha bullshit soon. also this one is a little out there. not adding the main tag list bc i just need to get this off my chest.

tw: best friend draken, soft draken, semi-dark content, large age gaps (not w/draken), friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, daddy kink (sry).

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thinkin abt childhood best friend draken who’s a little bit older. he’s always seen you as more of a sister, at least until recent years. who watches you grow up with him, watches you become the person that you are. who knows you’re interested - or you were at some point - and never made a move when he should have.

best friend draken who finds out that you’ve been sleeping with a man at least twice your age at the tender age of nineteen and absolutely sees red. it doesn’t matter how much you tell him that you know what you’re doing - that he’s sweet, that he’s not manipulating you. you know exactly why that man wants you around because you initiated the relationship.

best friend draken who will find out his name if it’s the last thing he does and beat him within an inch of his life for having a single thought about touching you. it doesn’t matter if you’re grown, he still remembers that bright eyed young girl you once were. his childhood best friend and the one who never leaves his thoughts. who knows you deserve better, even if you don’t know it yourself.

best friend draken who is pissed at you for making such a reckless decision. who asks you why you didn’t say anything to him, why you wanted to be with someone like that in the first place. you burst into tears at the question because draken is right on every front; whether or not that man did something wrong doesn’t change that you knew he only wanted what you could give him and you did it anyways. he knew you had pain that ran deep, but he had no idea how far you’d go to make it make sense.

best friend draken who holds you close while you cry though he hasn’t done that in years. he listens quietly as you rip his heart out from his chest with every word explaining yourself. who realizes a little too late why you clung onto him when he entered your life in elementary school. you were a true friend, but on some level you just wanted someone to be there even back then. and he was, almost more than anyone else.

best friend draken who feels you push yourself deeper into his arms when he speaks, telling you how much you deserve. who pieces together how desperately you wanted to be cared for no matter how much you tried to keep it all inside.

best friend draken who hears your breath catch when his voice turns soft and gentle as he murmurs in your ear, much to his surprise. who feels the goosebumps on your skin when he tells you that it’s okay, you’re safe now. who decides to say “fuck it,” and go out on a limb with what’s going through his head.

best friend draken who can almost feel the way your cheek heats up against his shoulder when he rubs your back and tells you that he’s proud of you for being honest with him, when he says you did so well. who feels you cling to him when tells you he’s not going anywhere. you can’t get rid of him by telling the truth.

best friend draken who knows what he’s about to do could royally backfire, but he does it anyways. who knows he struck a nerve when he gently says, “you’re such a good girl, you know that? a good, sweet girl….” even though it only makes you cry harder, he feels the way a shiver runs down you neck with his voice against your ear. his hand runs over your head as he cracks the slightest sad smile.

best friend draken who teases you gently, even when you’re in tears. who asks, “you like that? being treated like daddy’s good girl?” his heart breaks a little more as a sob leaves your chest and you nod against his shirt. “yeah? you’re just a good girl looking for a daddy to take care of you?” his smile grows when you sniffle and nod again, wrapping your arms tighter around his frame, your fingers gripping his shirt in your hand.

best friend draken who places a kiss on your temple and says, “don’t worry, baby, i got you. daddy’s got you. i’m not gonna leave your side. you’re mine now.”

mini gremlins: @dcsiremc @bookcluberror @zazter-den @i-literally-cant-with-this @r4td0lll @naughtygobbo @sovya

[themoonstarwarrior]

Here's what's confusing me about the narrative direction the TSAMS shows have taken:

What could happen possibly led them to this decision?

Like, I dont think Davis or Reed or Kat are stupid. They SURELY have to know that the characters they're playing are acting WAY out of character, right? They HAVE to realize how much character/narrative assassination and shark jumping this whole arc has become, right?

Like what is the purpose? We HAD plotlines. The whole point of Moons grief and identity crisis versus Eclipses growth in getting Solar back was doing just fine. But instead, the WHOLE thing got absolutely sideswiped. This thing that Moon turned into DOESNT MAKE SENSE. Earth crossing the line from setting a boundary to hating a family member DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. The collective deciding that the solution is to bring Old Moon back DOESNT. MAKE. SENSE. So why did the narrative go like this?

And dont get me wrong, I have had issues with the shows narrative directions before. But even if I thought they weren't the best ways to go, I could at least see an understanding in how it worked with characters and plot direction. But nothing about this is satisfying or makes sense with what we've gotten from the show before.

It could be this was all a point to get Old Moon back by making the audience hate New Moon. But that doesnt make sense either. First of all, while I know there are people who DESPERATELY want the Old Moon back, a LOT of people (myself included) have been swayed by how much New Moon has grown and improved, and generally think this turned out better. Secondly, you arent going to get the audience to hate New Moon by forcing him into this abrupt personality shift that leads him in the EXACT OPPOSITE DIRECTION of his character. That's not good writing, that's not good plot. ESPECIALLY if you hafta force the characters to act differently than they should to move it in the direction you want.

I really believe that these show creators know this. Even with the (imho) shakier narrative choices, they've STILL managed to pull out some really good narratives and development. If the character of Miku is any indication, they DO know how awful that sort of writing is. And while apparently the Discord is on fire with fighting, I really see more of a collective arc negativity from the fandom, so I doubt they're unaware of how unhappy their audience is.

So what could they possibly be working towards that would have them make these decisions? What were they trying to do that either messed up so badly or was worth the risk of viewer dissatisfaction to achieve? What could possibly be the end goal of this arc that would make any of this REMOTELY satisfying?

They've asked us to "trust the process" before. At this point, the way this arc has gone, I dont know how they could resolve this arc that would make the fandom feel like it was WORTH trusting.

[maxphilippa]

Would like to clear some things out on old ships I used to like while I was on The Lego Movie Fandom! Because a guy is. Claiming that I am problematic for liking/have liked them them. Okay!

1- Selfcest and Remmet. Okay we know Selfcest is... not the best on twitter for whatever reason, self love actually rocks a whole ton, but the main issue here is Remmet. I shipped them even before knowing they were the same person, and the major issue with them is that the fandom considers them as brothers due to one line in the movie, which turns out to not even be the one that was planned to be on the movie, as it has been revealed on the novel that the dialogue was different from what ended up in the final product! (On the movie Emmet says "and I'll be the brother you never had" but Rex doesn't like the idea and such, but on the novel, the line changes to "and I'll be the friend you never had", to which Rex is comforted when hearing so, which is. what was supposed to be originally, as the novel goes on deep detail about the characters and story). And again, Rex and Emmet ultimately don't consider eachother brothers, it was. Really just a joke line.

i will not get on remmet díscourse because i moved on from tlm and don't even care anymore, and everything that could ever be said about it has been said already. i no longer ship them because i have moved on from fandoms and there are like actual issues out there to worry about other than kissing yourself.

2- The claim of me liking Feral x Human is simply not true. I actually did not know to what this guy was referring to and then I realized that on the Lego fandom, I only had ONE ship that """""""fits"""""" that description he gave on that, and said ship is literally Rainbow Coins (MetalBeard x Unikitty), which are these two characters here:

as you can see and if you do know the context of both movies, unikitty is a grown woman (who's also a queen, mind you) who just happens to be an cat/unicorn hybrid, and metalbeard is a literal cyborg. unikitty is fully conscious and aware and. talks. she is not a feral animal. neither is metalbeard a human.

as well this is funny to me since originally, on tlm 2, Unikitty was PLANNED to have a crush on Rex. Who's a human. So this is pretty much like. Ironic, don't you think?

3- Me "shipping minor x adult" issss also not true. When I was on the LMK fandom, I shipped MK and Monkey King without knowing that they were highly discussed on the fandom since, the headcanon of MK being a minor is pretty popular there, and Wukong/Monkey King is an immortal being. However, it is pretty much canon that he's an adult or at least 18, since he has a driving license and considering how China IS very strict about those matters, and wouldn't let a protagonist be underage and be allowed to drive, MUCH LESS on a kids show, this just overall disproves that claim as well.

tldr: these are legos and i am an undertale fan why the hell did i went to Twitter

[pigeonwit]

“Y’know, for all Katherine’s told me about you, I still don’t know where ya came from,” Jack says coolly. He meets David’s gaze head-on and unblinking, as if he’s waiting for David to do something that even David isn’t aware of yet. David tries to hide the shudder in his shoulders. “Whenever I see her at Medda’s now, it’s all David this and David that-” David can feel his ears turning red, can feel his stomach churning as he scrambles to think of what Katherine has been speaking about him. Jack only cocks his head and smiles challengingly. “Makes a fella wonder.”

David swallows, his head roaring with panic – a warm hand presses against his thigh, and all goes quiet as he zeroes in on the sensation.

“Don’t you listen to him,” Katherine says gently, shooting Jack a flinty glance. “Mister Kelly has a talent for re-shaping the truth.”

Jack tilts his head into his palm and smiles coyly.

“So you admit you talk about him,” he volleys, grinning as Katherine’s cheeks turn a humorous pink. Strangely, the sight puts David at ease – Katherine isn’t the sort to gossip about him to her friend. And she certainly isn’t the sort to keep bad company, no matter how much this Jack Kelly puts him on edge.

“Katherine was in need of a repairman.” He says, trying to keep his tone even. “She had a friend who spoke highly of me, and so she determined that I must be up to par.”

“So, she hired you?”

David stares at his grouse, feeling a remarkable kinship with the limp and roasted bird. He has always been aware of the differences between him and Katherine – how could he not? – but it has always tinged him with a bit of shame to know their friendship stemmed from a bought service. It was a ridiculous thing to feel stung over, but David never claimed to be a rational man, and he wasn’t immune to feeling cheap.

“Colour me impressed,” Jack shrugs, shooting Katherine a wry look. “Always rare to see Kitty ask for help.”

“Oh-!” Katherine slaps his shoulder. “Hush, slanderer! I am more than capable of admitting when I’m found lacking. Aren’t I, David?”

David blinks, suddenly off-kilter from the combined weight of their unfiltered gazes. He’d been sinking into his chair the more they spoke to one another, allowing himself to be absorbed into the backdrop of the evening – it was a skill he’d grown rather accustomed to. But now they had reeled him right back to the centre of attention, casting him into reality, and it was a sensation most – dizzying.

“Well,” he says stiltedly, the words bubbling anxiously from his lips, “you did insist I show you what I was doing so that you’d never have to call for me again.”

There’s a beat of silence, a seconds-worth of time for David to weigh the pros and cons of leaping from Katherine’s drawing room window – and then Jack splutters into his glass, sending a flurry of brandy spattering across Katherine’s tablecloth.

“Jack-!”

“Sorry!” David yelps. “That – I assure you, that was the last thing I hoped to elicit-!”

“My God, David!” Jack cackles, still choking flecks of brandy into his napkin. “Ya couldn’t’ve warned me he was a firecracker, Kitty?”

Katherine, David quickly realizes, is a mess of hysterics, practically buried in her own tablecloth as she wheezes.

“I couldn’t possibly,” Katherine giggles, a slight snort tinging the edge of her words, “do David such justice.”

David frowns, his frazzled nerves beginning to soothe. He glances between the two, still rather suspect he’s done something wrong – but no one seems terribly offended and Katherine hasn’t ordered him to leave her household, so perhaps the damage wasn’t too great.

“I only spoke the truth…” David says hesitantly. Katherine gasps and slaps his shoulder in scolding.

“You did not!” She cries, her voice dripping with faux-scandal. “It wasn’t my intention to just send you on your way! I only prefer being able to solve my own problems, you know that!”

“Your exact request was that I show you how it was done so that you need never have a man touch your pianoforte again.”

Jack slaps his hand on the table, howling into the cloth.

“Mercy, Dave!”

[auncyen]

11- any character headcanons? For the isat ask game?

I got another ask for #11 while doing this so I paused here and I'll put a couple others in the other ask LOL I feel like a lot of my favorite headcanons are borrowed from others so I had to think about this a bit, but--

In the context that Sadnesses were around even before the King, I like the idea that both Siffrin and Mirabelle have had Sadnesses. Mirabelle's was like, the worst point of her anxiety, before she was taken into the House, and was probably of the 'harmless blob' variety and started dwindling about two months after she was settled into the House. (Part of the love the older Housemaidens have for her is that they've seen how much she's grown while with them.) Siffrin's. Mostly while they were a teenager. Usually 'harmless blob' but might have caused them trouble socially depending on if people around them figured out it was theirs. ...Usually dealt with by just keeping moving. Eventually you forget to be sad, right? Right? Neither of them are open about this pre-game. Post-game when Mirabelle isn't worried about being the 'Savior' she might talk about it.

Siffrin wrapped with bandages pre-game and got very cagey at Isabeau's reaction to finding out he was wrapping until Isabeau talked to him about getting a proper binder and he realized Isabeau didn't care about his chest, he was worried about him being able to breathe.

Siffrin is a very strong swimmer. I like to think the group found this out when the party was trying to figure out how to get across some sort of water hazard in a dungeon or a river that was raging or maybe even partially frozen and hard to swim through because of it and while Odile and Mirabelle were trying to figure how to use Paper/Creative Craft to make a crossing, Isabeau occasionally chipping in, Siffrin walked past them with his hat and cloak and other items already stripped off and just dove in and retrieved the orb or key, whatever they needed from the other side. He was both congratulated and lectured on his return and very confused that everyone had gotten worried.

Odile studied astronomy at one point. She can't remember why or how she wasted months on such a shallow subject.

[anitalenia]

hii!! i love your works! could you do some prompts with friends to enemies to lovers? like they were childhood best friends but became enemies because of a misunderstanding but then their feelings start to change??

also LOVE UR BLOG <333

friends to enemies to lovers prompts . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

⋆˙⟡♡ thank you so much for the request ! I love when people request things I haven’t done in a while. Thank you for supporting and liking my blog, it’s much appreciated and I’m very grateful 🫶🏻✨🩷🖤 I hope these prompts are to your liking 🧚🏻‍♀️

⋆˙⟡♡ not gonna lie I had a hard time with this because I wasn’t sure what kind of prompts to write 😭 so if I did it wrong I deeply apologize 🫶🏻✨

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ They can never be in the same room without arguing — A is still hurt because of what B did and refuses to listen to them

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Person A has never stopped thinking about person B even though B hates them now

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “Don’t act like you never loved me.”

“I don’t… I can’t.”

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Person A and person B found it easy to love each other despite their brief quarrel — they used to be best friends after all

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A struggles to admit they love B after all the hurt and betrayal they suffered from because of them in the past, afraid it will happen again

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ They both are enemies yet as A goes to kill B memories of their childhood together flash before their eyes and they don’t have the courage to do it… B forgives them and holds a crying A in their arms

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “You were just a friend… you meant nothing to me.”

“You can’t expect me to believe that after everything we did together.”

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Person A and person B have long since ruined their friendship but can’t seem to stop remembering the other… staring at a picture they took as children or a withering flower they picked together in the garden all those years ago. It was much simpler times then… times when they didn’t know they were destined to kill each other

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A and B share long, lingering stares as they soak in the grown up appearance of their childhood friend… no longer a child and no longer a friend yet it seemed love still lingered somewhere in the familiarity of their gazes. It would appear that love was not all lost, just carefully hidden

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ They can’t stop reminiscing about their brief hatred towards each other as they laugh about how silly it was years later

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “How can you forgive me? After everything I’ve done?”

“Because I know who you are better than anyone. I knew you before… this. I know this isn’t who you really are and I’ll be damned if I let anyone try and say otherwise.”

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Once A realizes they love B they can’t seem to hide it very well, so they’re unintentionally rude towards B — B is very confused and now thinks A hates them all over again

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A has a chest of all the artifacts from their childhood, including photographs and mementos of B. A can never stop thinking about what went wrong with B and regrets everything, wanting B back more than anything

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ B always finds themselves talking about A to their minions even when they’re not around + minions are entirely aware their boss still harbors feelings for their enemy

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “Why?! Why did you save me?!”

“Because I love you… because… ever since we were kids you always needed saving. So, who better to do it than me?”

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Once their feelings start to change for each other A refuses to acknowledge them and becomes more grumpy / cruel to B, their used to be friend now enemy

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A and B are forced into close proximity and all those memories of their shared childhood (they were each others first kiss) start flashing through their mind as the heat thickens

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A wears a necklace or bracelet that B gave to them as children and can never seem to take it off even after the hate they now carry between them

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A can’t help but defend B knowing better then anyone that B weren’t always evil. B looks at them grateful (confused, love struck that A would actually stand up for them after all this time)

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A and B are lying in bed together and talk about the scars littering their bodies from their reckless adventures as children, even the fresh marks riddling their skin from when they tried to kill each other

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ B is now evil but keeps having dreams of their childhood best friend now enemy. A is also having dreams of B, remembering what it was like when they still liked each other

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Yes, they are enemies now, but they didn’t used to be. Which is why A can’t help but bandage B wounds after a fight. B wakes up with bandages all over with A nowhere to be found

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A finds it difficult to do any real damage towards B even though they are enemies. A still holds too much love for them

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A and B are forced to work together again on a mission even though they hate each other for something that happened years ago when they were kids. They start to get wrapped up in the familiarity and comfort the other provides as their defenses gradually start to drop and they find themselves laughing together once again

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Although they are enemies, once best friends, A can’t help but bring their prisoner (B) their favorite food and a warm blanket to sleep with

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A grows up with B and gradually falls in love with B. B ends up dating other people while A is forced to watch it all. A has started to give up that B would ever see them as anything more than a friend. A starts to date a bad guy (C) in hopes of getting over B until B realizes that this guy is no good for A and that they actually love A themselves. A gets mad and only accuses B of doing this because B was jealous of them yada yada. Eventually A realizes C is no good and finally gets with B

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A and B have been friends since they were children and have done everything together. They end up losing their virginity to each other and A overhears B bragging about it to his friends. A now hates B and cuts off their friendship. B must apologize and make up for their wrongs

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ B and A have the same eye color, so every time they look in a mirror they can’t help but think of each other and wish for this silly fighting to stop already

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A and B are enemies yet in the midst of the final battle A remembers their blood oath as children to never hurt one another, to always love each other. It convinces B to throw their weapon to the ground

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A is being questioned by their evil boss on whether or not they are capable of killing B despite the history they have. A insists they can do the job, that B no longer matters to them. Until the time comes, and A realizes they can’t kill the love of their life and B whisks them away to safety away from the evil corp. they worked for

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ C tells A that B is doing shady things behind A’s back. A believes C even though C was lying about it all just to ruin their friendship and have A to themselves. A starts to hate B and cuts off their friendship. Later A realizes it was all lies and gets back together with B, realizing it was B who they loved all along

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Person A and Person B are children of two rivaling kingdoms. They were friends as children but due to parent manipulation & royal obligation they started to share that same loathing for each other as they grew up (brainwashed to believe the other was bad). Once they both grow up they realize that history doesn’t have to repeat itself and try to get over their differences. Love ensues as they start to reconnect and deconstruct past traumas together

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Person A = good. Person B = bad. B is bullied in school / as a child because of (1) who their parents are or (2) their powers or (3) really whatever reason, but A treats them nicely anyway when no one ever has and befriends them. Eventually B “submits” to the darkness inside them and is now against A. A must try and bring them back from the darkness with the love they shared since they were kids

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ They’re in the same friend group and can never be left alone together + always trying to make the friends pick sides to whose in the right. The friends can clearly tell they love each other just refuse to acknowledge it

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A was a noble princess and B a lowly servant — she was not allowed to socialize with him any longer. When she became queen, B still hated her for abandoning him as a child

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A is a powerful masked figure that is set on destroying B. It wasn’t until later that B realizes A is their childhood friend they believed had died and is now fighting against. B can’t kill A no matter how vengeful and persistent A is

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A and B are on opposing sides of the same war yet when B gets kidnapped by A’s team A can’t seem to forget everything they once shared. A must save B and B must get over their stubbornness if they want to make it out alive

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A and B are two different species and their families hate each other. They became friends despite the physical and cultural differences but eventually B falls prey to their families beliefs, believing they must kill A. A has to try and reason with their childhood best friend they’ve always been in love with

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A and B were inseparable as kids, but B ended up getting popular in school and left A behind. They stop being friends due to social pressures and differences until B realizes they miss A. Will they ever go back to the way things were?

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A goes off to college out of state and leaves B behind. B has harbored bad feelings towards A for this even when A suddenly returns to town years later with a fiancé. B realizes they love A despite the hostility and must break off the wedding between A and C

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A believes their best friend B is dating people they don’t actually like just to feel validated / important. A confronts B about it but they start arguing instead because B doesn’t like being confronted by A and denies the accusations. A is frustrated that B has only seen them as a friend when A knows who B truly is and would never ask them to change who they are just to be loved *hope this made sense*

“How can you not see that the person who’s really right for you has been standing right in front of you your whole life? Are you that blind?!”

“… What are you talking about?”

“Me!… I’m that person. I’ve loved you since we were kids and I see you dating these people who don’t even appreciate you or even want you! I’ve always wanted you, I’ve loved you since the day we met. I’d treat you better than any of those jerks you choose to date.” (Something to this effect ykyk)

[itsbuckytm]

Iced Coffee / Five Hargreeves

summary: after the whole incident with the Sparrows and saving the world once again, staying at Hotel Obsidian had its advantages. Five began picking up on your morning routine, his lips often bearing the same shade of your lipstick a little too frequently.

ps; english isn't my first language so i apologize for any errors xo

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The first to notice it, was Klaus. 

It all started one winter morning during a storm while the Hargreeves were resting at the Obsidian. After saving the world once again from the Sparrows, they all deserved a good rest, and a fresh cup of coffee was a simple pleasure to look forward to. For Five that is, a necessity.

Normally, Five preferred his coffee warm and without sugar, everyone knew that. That changed when he met you. Klaus noticed something unusual. When he saw his older brother asking for ice, he initially assumed it was for you, knowing you wouldn’t be up until sunrise. And your obsession with ice coffee. Odd, but endearing. To the point, by blinking twice in surprise as he watched Five put the ice into his own cup. Expecting a reaction of disgust from him when taking the sip, Klaus outgrew more concerned because: Five enjoyed it. He took another sip, realizing it wasn’t as bad and knew why you liked iced coffee soo much. From that moment on, iced coffee became Five’s new necessity.

“You know,” Klaus began, his concern evident as Diego arrived in the hotel’s lobby. Unlike Klaus, Diego seemed unbothered by the situation. “Don’t get me wrong, Klaus. Five drinking coffee isn’t weird or strange to me. He’s just the same typical—” Klaus’s whining became evident, interrupting Diego by gently cupping his chin and turning his face towards Five. Diego’s eyes widened as he noticed the little details of Five, exactly mirroring your morning ritual. Seeing the cup in Five’s hand, Diego assumed he was just doing you a favor. “He’s probably just making it for her. We were all drunk yesterday, after all. To be fair, I would’ve done the same,” Diego remarked.

Klaus wanted to prove a point. Diego knew this as he shook his head, but Klaus’ fingernails digging into Diego's cheeks was enough to emphasis on his thoughts. He seemed to be waiting for the perfect moment. “There,” Klaus said as Five took another sip. This time, it was Diego who had to blink twice. Five and your relationship had grown closer since Texas, but it wasn’t just the coffee. “Look,” Klaus urged. Diego glanced over at his sibling. He didn’t mind seeing one of them fall in love—his own history with Lila, and Luther and Allison’s relationship came to mind. But Five? That was something Diego couldn’t quite process. Then he noticed the hickey and the red stain at the corner of Five’s lips, undoubtedly from your lipstick. “Oh shit,” 

“Right!” Klaus exclaimed, his ironic subtlety easily catching Five’s attention. Five’s brows furrowed in confusion as he saw Diego and Klaus, who were now conspicuously glancing elsewhere. ‘How convenient,’ Five murmured to himself, with a gibberish curse but his gaze quickly softened upon hearing your familiar footsteps, a detail he adored about you. “There she is,” Klaus said, his amusement evident as he waved enthusiastically in your direction the moment you stepped off the elevator. “Y/N!” 

You wore a flowery dress, one that Five had often admired in the hotel’s clothing store. It was, in fact, one of the gifts he gave you for your birthday;

He remembered watching as you unwrapped it, your eyes glistening with delight at the sight of the fabric. “You don’t mind if I try it on now?” you had asked, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course not, darling.” A glimmer of hope filled him as you returned from your room, dressed in the new outfit, swirling around to feel the fabric against your skin. His lips curved into a thin smile. “You look beautiful,” he murmured softly, catching your attention. “What did you say?” you asked. He blinked twice, realizing what he had just done. Shaking his head, his serious tone returned. “No—nothing.”

You smiled at Klaus and Diego. "Slept well?" Both of them nodded. But of course, Diego, being himself and quicker than Klaus, couldn’t help but comment on the lipstick that perfectly matched the stain on Five’s lips. “Loving the new lipstick, sweet thang.” Five rolled his eyes, much to Diego’s amusement. It was clear to Diego that this irritation further demonstrated Five's attraction to you—subtle yet evident.

Your attention then shifted to Five, noticing the iced coffee in his hand. “You finally tried it?!” you exclaimed. Five simply shrugged. “It’s not the first time you’ve told me to try it, Y/N.” However, deep down, these weren't really Five’s words. If not for Klaus and Diego, he wouldn’t have tried it at all, let alone given them this teasing advantage. 

"Look at him now. That's clearly a boy in love," Klaus said, leaning toward Diego as both men hummed in agreement. You rolled your eyes at the predictable remark. "I might say otherwise when we kisse—" Five's jaw clenched at the mention, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes, taking an irritable sip of his coffee. "Darling, not here…" he warned, prompting to mimic Five’s eye roll from you. "You know you're a terrible liar," you purred, leaning close to his neck and admiring your handiwork. "And you kept the hickey?" 

Five scoffed as he watched you pour yourself a cup of coffee. He could easily say the same about the hickeys he had left without a scratch. If this didn't get the message across to everyone, including his siblings, he would have to try something else. That also included trying the iced coffee. "Could say the same, darlin’," he remarked with a sly smirk. You found his face both annoying and oddly adorable, just as he did watching your lips touch the cup. The same familiar shade of red on your lips matching your nails. He could sit for hours and admire you all day—after all, he was retired, giving him the perfect excuse.

Luckily, you noticed the stain your lipstick had left on the corner of his lips and couldn't resist brushing it away with your thumb. His eyes softened at your touch. "Now that's just cliché," Diego's voice lingered in the background, scoffing in disgust at seeing his brother actually in love—with a real person, not a mannequin. You and Five both met his gaze. "Nothing," Diego stammered, swallowing his words, then smiled confidently and nodded. 

That made Five smirk and shake his head, his jaw clenching once more as he leaned in, his gaze fixed on your lips, still sore from your earlier kissing session. The lipstick was to blame for the cover up. Of course, but he wanted to prove that you were his, completely his. If that meant getting your lipstick on him, then so be it. 

"Come here," he murmured, his sleepy voice still hoarse. He leaned in to plant a hungry kiss, his tongue swirling around yours as a few moans escaped your lips. His smirk grew, pleased with how vulnerable you were from his touch. He gently bit your bottom lip, the lipstick stain now visible on his lips and neck. As you managed to sneaking in, to nuzzle your face down to his neck for another hickey. Letting a chance to a dmiring your work with pride. "Now we are even," you said with a chuckle. Five enjoyed the view a little too much. "For once, I have to agree," he replied. 

Klaus blinked twice, trying to process what he was witnessing. His typically stoic brother—Five—was showing vulnerability, a perfect opportunity for teasing. Before Diego could comment, he shouted, "Get a room, you freaks!" and threw a piece of croissant at you both. Five caught it quickly and took a bite. "Was planning on it," he responded, making your eyes widen. His lips found yours for another kiss. "You really thought I was done with you?" he murmured between kisses.

“Now that I saved the world once more, I have to spoil my darling now do I?” 

And as much as you wanted to object, even by pouting. Five being the typical asshole, was right.

[onyxsboxes]

I don't remember if you've already answered that question but your latest snipped had me thinking about Buck being far from his pack 🥲 So how would isolation from his pack affect him ? Would he still transform if he is alone ? Or does he consider Marge as pack so he still has someone from his pack with him ? Because whether in the Stalag or when he got back to England, he always had people from his pack with him but now back in the States, how does he deal with not having anyone from the 100th, not even Meatball around ? 🥺 Though I bet Bucky won't leave him alone for too long 😂 Have a nice day/evening and also welcome home from your work trip 😊❤️

Hi dear 😊,

I don't think I've talked about it, so let's do this now.

Buck being isolated from his pack is a big part of the plot of this fic. After spending so much time and energy making sure they were okay (or as okay as they could be in this environment), he suddenly finds himself alone with no one to take care of (which normally allows him to avoid focusing on how he feels).

During his years as a POW, he couldn't shift freely, and since shifting has always been his escape, he does it very often (too often, in fact) after his return.

Marge is part of the pack. They've been best friends for years and know each other inside out. She's been trying to get him to build a proper pack for years, but unfortunately their town wasn't high on potential pack members.

After Buck returns, he spirals because he can't make sure his pack members are okay. The only one present is Marge and so he becomes hyper-protective of her.

And while she's understanding, she also snaps from time to time when things go too far "Damn it, Cleven, I'm a full grown adult. I know you need to do this, but I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for years, and I was very good at it even when you were away. I can go to the mailbox by myself, it's on the property and not even 100m away. I don't need you following me closer than my shadow. You'd better stay in the house when I go or god help me…".

Being away from the 100th is difficult for him. He had looked after them for years, either as their superior or because they were part of his pack. This was the first time he'd had pack members so dependent on him.

Marge had always been independent, and while she allowed him to get a bit fussy, she put her foot down if he overdid it for no reason.

The 100th, and more importantly, his pow mates he's cared for and worried about all this time are absent and out of reach. He can't stop imagining all the horrible things that could happen to them, ranging from camp and war memories to "what if a car hit them and I didn't realize it".

For the sake of fic, Bucky is unfortunately going to be absent for a few weeks 😞. I'm not going to keep him away for too long because it wouldn't make sense for them here, but he has to be gone for a while.

I need time to build Buck's mindset. Gale's usually a rational person, but here he's going off into a tailspin. His emotions run wild, and with them his insecurities and suffering. I couldn't do that in just a few days.

But once Bucky's here (with Meatball), he'll aggressively cuddle him and make sure he remembers they're in this together. (Plus puppies piles for the four of them).

Thank you 🥰, I think I'll sleep, write and watch a bit of Kaamelott 😁😉

[dragongirlteeth]

Thinking about what E has done...