#it came outta nowhere but the tears are back

[allofuswantgwinam]

i feel like when you leave someone bc you have to for yourself and not bc you fell out of love with them makes things literally worse 🤩🤩🤩

[miniimight]

ur dad!sukuna has me on a chokehold and i don't even like that man

lol same, it really came outta nowhere. woke up one day and decided to make him a soft girl dad :(

loosely inspired by this

sukuna had never understood the need to celebrate holidays with family, much less getting together for no reason. and yet, here he was at your grandparents' house in the middle of the school year.

there were a bunch of kids, from toddlers like your daughter to the teenagers of family friends. sukuna made sure you handled all the pleasantries, save the occasional polite nod. he was convinced the only kid worth entertaining was his baby girl, who clung to him as she tried to adjust to the new environment.

she was quieter than usual, and he observed her as she pulled at her lip, turning her head into his neck when unknown relatives crowded you to congratulate you on your little family.

you and sukuna found a corner to hole up in, talking to each other while you sampled all the drinks and food at the party. soon, your daughter grew restless, wanting to go play with other kids.

sukuna watched her with deadly precision as she and the other kids brought out toy cars and dolls, driving them around on the city rug below their feet.

he had crossed his arms, only for you to wiggle your hand into the crease of his elbow seconds later. eyes still on his daughter, he leaned his head down a bit to show he was listening.

"i thought you'd enjoy the free drinks." you said.

he snorted. "i'd enjoy my bed right about now."

you swat his bicep with your free hand before hugging into his side. "at least baby's having fun."

he just hummed in response. "she's gonna want one of those stupid rugs."

you roll your eyes. "you know she'll forget about it by tomorrow morning."

his lips pulled up. she would. and he'd still get it for her.

soon, gifts for the kids were being exchanged. why? just for existing, apparently. you left sukuna's side to capture your daughter's reaction on camera.

your baby glanced at you as she was presented with the gift bag.

"go 'head, baby." you nod, and she ripped the tissue paper to shreds before reaching her whole arm into the bag. she pulled out a tiara, studded with gems and painted gold, along with a fluffy dress.

an immediate chorus of awwws echoed around the room as she held up her loot. she raised the tiara over her head, but didn't manage to get it to sit right.

"help." she chirped, waddling over and holding the tiara to you in her outstretched hand. "mama."

sukuna's heart squeezed at the sight, gaze following you as you retreated to the bathroom to help her change into her costume.

a few minutes later, you emerged, setting her next to your grandparents.

another wave of awws made sukuna's head lift from his phone. always watching, he noticed how his kid's wide eyes darted from unknown face to unfamiliar face. her chin tucked down, her chubby neck doubling up as her bottom lip pushed out into a pout.

he'd know that look from a mile away. he stood a little straighter, frowning.

at that point, your mommy senses tingled, pulling yourself from the conversation you were wrapped up in. "aw, honey, no..." you cooed, stooping to her level and trying to catch her eye.

she whined, pushing off the couch and shrinking under the crowd of people, wringing the hem of her dress as she walked through the crowd.

her eyes were scanning the room, looking up at every adult and getting closer to tears when she saw they weren't the one she was looking for.

eventually she broke into the kitchen area, locking eyes with her father and barreling towards him. sukuna crouched down, his arms spread to catch her.

as soon as she gripped him, he lifted off. "hey, kid. rough night, huh?"

she tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arms hugging the expanse of his shoulders. he nodded and rubbed her back. "me too."

she raised her head abruptly and touched her tiara. her eyes so serious, as if she'd base her own feelings about her new stuff on how much her father liked it.

"yes, i see it. very pretty." he placed her onto the kitchen counter, smoothing the crinkled mess of her dress. his tone could be perceived as dry or near-monotonous, but his intention was the complete opposite. "my, my, were you ever going to tell us we were living with a princess?"

a toothy grin spread on her face, and sukuna was blown away yet again by the way he was able to make someone so genuinely happy.

"look." she started twirling around.

sukuna shook his head with a low chuckle. her spin was anything but graceful. he applauded her showcase, his back shielding them both from the noise surrounding them. a little bubble just for them <3

your hand rested on his back, signaling your approach. sukuna lifted his arm, resting it on your waist when you stood at his side.

you frowned as you studied your little girl. "you feeling okay, baby?"

she poked her tongue out.

"i'll take that as a yes." you kissed her cheek. "wanna get outta here?" you ask your husband.

"fuck yes." he grumbled, immediately slinging the baby bag over his shoulder and grabbing your daughter. you three were out the door in the next minute.

your toddler started screaming at the burger king y'all were passing on the way home. you gave sukuna a look, silently warning him not to do anything illegal in order to appease her request. as usual, he soothed you with a squeeze of the hand, pulling a jerky, very illegal u-turn across oncoming traffic into the burger king lot.

you sighed, your daughter giggling happily as the car came to a stop.

after you got your food, she placed the crown she got on her father's head. "princess." she said.

"oh?" you side glanced your husband, his glare unsuccessful in deterring you from snickering. you encourage your daughter, "yes, baby, isn't he the prettiest?"

"no." she looked at her father in disgust. "me."

"oh, my apologies. you are so right."

sukuna scoffed. "where'd you think you got your looks from, silly girl?" he crossed his arms, leaning back in the booth. he made no move to take off the cardboard crown, though.

you gave him a look. "i helped too??"

he grinned deviously and pulled you into his side, squeezing your hips. "don't kid yourself, doll. you didn't even try."

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[llamagoddessofficial]

Can you believe I've never done Farmtale Sans before? As a certified country girl? Shocking, I know. I'll rectify this issue with my latest brainrot scenario immediately

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“whoever this is, it better be real fuckin’ important,” the voice at the other end said, gruff and tired, heavy with a mix of annoyance and sleepiness.

Immediately, shame washed over you. The very small amount of steam you’d managed to muster up completely dissipated from your body as you imagined Sans’ disappointed and disbelieving reaction to your pathetic request.

This was a mistake.

“... H-hey. Uhm... I’m fine, I didn’t mean to call. Butt dial, hahah.” Your voice nearly cracked. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“... wait.” His voice instantly changed. “hey, don’t hang up-”

You didn’t hear the rest of what he said. You hung up, and put the phone down. Now you were right back to square one, sitting at the kitchen table in a freezing empty house at 2 in the morning. It had taken you almost half an hour to muster up the courage to call him- thirty minutes of sitting by the phone, wrapped up in your coat, shaking and holding back tears. You started plotting places you were going to sleep. Maybe if you put more wood in the kitchen stove, you could just sleep at the table until morning. 

... You inherited this place from your grandmother. It was a ‘rustic’ house that hadn’t seen human company for over a decade, in the middle of the deep countryside, cut off from almost everything. Spooky, draughty, on nights like tonight sitting in the kitchen was like sitting in a fridge. You had moved out of necessity- your landlord in the city had evicted you from your beloved apartment to jack up his prices, and you couldn’t find anywhere else to live except this middle-of-nowhere house left in your name.

You had lived in the city your whole life. You weren’t used to being in the country, not at all. The month you’d spent here had only reinforced that fact to you, over and over.

Something made a noise outside. An animal, maybe. You curled your coat tighter around you.

The only upside so far had been meeting the monsters that made up the tight-knit community you had been unceremoniously dropped into. Papyrus and Sans, especially, had been so wonderful and helpful. Sans had told you to call if you needed anything.

... Which was exactly why you didn’t have the heart to tell him why you were really calling. You didn’t want him to think any worse of you than he probably already did. A stuck-up city girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

You were scared.

... 

The phone rang. The sound made you jump, it felt so loud in the silence. Despite your increasing shame, and the desire to just let it ring... you picked up.

“c’mon, don’t be like that.” He sounded much softer than when he had first answered. “what’s wrong? something happen?”

“N-no.” Hearing someone else’s voice was so comforting. You felt so alone, far away from everyone. “It’s nothing.”

You obviously weren’t very convincing. “doesn’t seem like nothing. you sound terrified.”

“I’m just cold.”

“didja kill someone? do i need to come over and help hide a body?”

You couldn’t help it, that made you giggle a little.

...

It just came. You didn’t entirely know why. Probably because it was two, and you hadn’t slept since six the previous morning. Unable to help yourself, you just... burst into tears.

“hey. s’ok, you’re gonna be ok. i’m on the way.”

“N-no, no, please,” You pressed your sleeve against your eyes The shame was absolutely overwhelming. “Please don’t come,”

“too late. already outta bed, it’s serious business. you gonna tell me what’s got you all shaken up?”

You pulled your knees up to your face. Well, no hiding it now, huh? He’d heard you sobbing over the phone. Your voice crumpled under a mixture of tears, fear, immense fatigue and shame. You felt like such a baby. 

“Th-there’s a huge spider on my bed,” you finally admitted, feebly. “I-I’m... I don’t know what to do.”

“aw jeez. why didn’t you just say?”

You could suddenly barely talk through the crying. Hours of stress, all coming out in one mess. He probably thought you were pathetic.

“hey. knock knock.”

As he said that, you heard two soft knocks on your side door. You jumped up, what the hell? Was that Sans? You dropped the phone and rushed to the door to let him in, almost tripping over yourself. 

You opened the door, the air was full of the sound of wind and crickets. Sans stood in the darkness outside of the house, dressed in a thick knitted sweater, blue and white striped pyjama bottoms, big heavy boots, and a coat over the top of it all. He had the phone in one hand, and his smile widened when he saw you.

Shocked, you scrubbed at your eyes and nose again, self consciously trying to wipe off the tears and snot. He lived half an hour's drive from you. “H-how... how did you get here so fast?”

“shortcut.” He winked, those lovely emerald green eyelights glimmering in the low light. “can i come in?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping to the side. Maybe he knew roads your map apps didn't. Sans eagerly came into the light, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him.

“this way?” he asked. 

... You showed him to the bedroom, but cowered in the doorway. 

“I-it’s under the sheet.”

Sans didn’t even hesitate. He approached the bed and flipped back the sheet. The spider hadn’t moved since you last saw it scurry under your bedclothes, still sitting right there, with its fat hairy body and sharp legs. It was probably the biggest spider you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt a horrible chill pass over you.

“dang. he is big. look at the size of that gangly fucker.”

Having said that, Sans just... grabbed it. He picked the spider up before it could run and held it in his enclosed fist like he was scooping up a penny he had dropped on the floor. Just like that, he moved across the room and pulled back the curtain, cracked the window open, stuck his arm out, and threw the spider out into the darkness.

He closed the window again. The air felt less heavy. He even tugged the handle to make sure the window was all properly sealed up, pulling the curtains closed again.

It took him all of fifteen seconds.

“all good.” He turned to you, grinning and showing you his open palms. No spider. “successfully evicted.”

...

You started crying again. 

Sans mumbled a soft ‘aw jeez’. He didn’t hesitate to cross the room, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm hug, ignoring your babbled apologies. 

“he really spooked ya, huh?” A gentle hand smoothed over your hair. He smelled like sweet hay, hours of sunshine, and something slightly musky. “how long were you tryna drum up the courage?”

“T-two hours,” you sobbed, muffled in his sweater.

You’d expected him to laugh at you. But he didn’t. He just held you, letting you cry out all the stress that had been building up over the course of the night. You were pretty sure this was the first time you had been hugged since before you left the city.

Eventually, you calmed yourself down, reducing to just hiccups. Sans didn’t let go until you did, allowing you to pull away, but keeping a steadying hand on your arm. 

“easy, pet.” His voice was so warm and soothing. “you’re all good.”

“Fucking... I’m just such a baby.” Your sleeves were damp from all of the tear wiping you were doing. You made an unattractive sniffling sound. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“cus i’m used to ‘em. also, i’m a skeleton, so i don’t gotta worry about being bitten. no shame in bein’ scared of the big ones.” 

Your voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry you came out all this way.”

“... did you think i’d be mad at you?” he asked, softly.

“M-mhm.”

“i really don’t mind bein’ yer bug removing hero." He patted his nonexistent bicep. "tell ya what, it makes me feel very big an’ tough.”

He had you giggling again. He always did. He seemed proud of himself- his presence was balm to your Soul right now. 

“I just... I get so scared at night.” Your cheeks were hot. “It’s so quiet, and dark. I feel like I’m the only person around for miles. I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”

"this?"

"Living out here."

“hey, i beg to differ. yer already doin’ so much better than most who move to these parts.”

You looked up at him. Why did that tiny bit of praise make your heart swell so much? You didn’t feel like you were doing ‘better’. You’d just called your nearest neighbour at 2 in the morning to come save you from a spider. “But I’m always asking for help.”

“exactly. you’re askin’. that’s the important part.” His eyelights were so warm. “that’s how we make it work, out here. we help each other.”

Goddamnit. You were gonna cry again. You just about managed to choke it down.

“... the animal noises also probably freak you out too, huh?”

“Y-yeah, hah.”

“if you don’t know what yer hearin’, it can be pretty scary.”

... You sniffled.

...

“... you’re shaking. d’ya want me to stay?”

How did he know? He always just seemed to know. You nodded, meekly. You didn’t want to be alone right now, and you knew the house would feel even colder and emptier once you’d known how it felt while you had company.

“Will Papyrus be worried?”

“he knew i was headin’ out to help ya. he’ll be fine.”

... You didn’t need to say out loud where you wanted Sans to sleep. Both of you knew.

The two of you finally took off your coats, and Sans turned off the lights. His forest-coloured eyelights were the only illumination in the room. As soon as he shuffled into bed beside you, you gratefully curled up against him, he was so calming and so warm. He reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, his comforting smell soothing your shot nerves. 

“... Thank you.” Your voice was almost a whisper.

“yer really warm.” he hummed. “just so you know, i’m a bit of a snorer.”

You probably should’ve been more concerned, sharing a bed in a very secluded location with a guy you barely knew. But you didn’t have the energy for it. For the first time in a long time, you were warm, didn’t feel lonely, and weren’t worried at all about bugs. 

“I don’t mind.”

... It was the best night’s sleep you’d ever had.

[gam3ov3r]

★. *. ⋆ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓

﹥ˏ hq boys (kuroo, kenma) comfort you after your breakup. 📄 ; hurt/comfort. second pt with sugawara & akaashi coming soon! also writers feel free to join my vitamin u event <3

#𝟏 ; 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑Ō

— he’s so soft. he immediately wraps you in his arms as soon as he sees you on his doorstep, your eyes puffy and red and holding your tears back in favor of being in public.

— brings you inside and grabs a blanket, wrapping you both up as he tries to be as comforting as possible—lowering his voice and whispering sweet words in your ears.

— and then the ego boost; he’d for sure give you pep talks and reasons why you shouldn’t be so caught up on whoever you got done with. “you’re better than them,” or “they’re stupid to give you up. if i were in their shoes, i wouldn’t have given up on such a ten outta ten.”

— albeit guiltily, he’d definitely throw in a few light flirts like that. subtle enough so that it’s not super in your face, especially after the breakup, but enough so that you could brighten up at least a little.

— sometimes out of nowhere he’ll just squeeze you a bit tighter, like he’s trying to feel closer to you even though you both are close already.

— if you’re paying attention, you’ll even feel a few soft kisses to your forehead that he’s been doing since childhood. although your ex was a dick, maybe he had a small reason to be mad at you after all.

— eventually, you both end up falling asleep on his couch or bed; resulting in waking up in each other’s arms.

— don’t let kuroo near your ex. his pettiness and stink eyes will probably get him questioned by a couple people.

#𝟓 ; 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

— he came to the door holding his switch only to throw it (softly) on the nearest table once he looked at your face.

— he barely knows what to do besides text kuroo for advice and bring you inside, gesturing you to the couch and piling blankets and pillows.

— he’d take knowledge from small video game moments and tv related things on how to tackle the situation. he’s somewhat awkward as he’s already nervous touching you incase you feel uncomfortable or uneasy.

— he takes the chance anyways, loosely wrapping his arms around you and asking what’s wrong. when you bury your face into his shoulder, he doesn’t hesitate to pull you closer.

— kenma has always hated your boyfriend. he hated the way he talked, the way he acted, and the fact that you were his. just out of kenma’s reach. kenma always took it upon himself to absolutely destroy your now ex’s gaming and social media accounts in the relationship and outside of the relationship, sometimes roping kuroo along with him.

— so maybe he’s a little overjoyed. maybe he can’t help but want to hold you closer after the things you’d made him endure as a third wheel. he’ll ask you if you want something to eat or do, like passive gaming or whatever. he doesn’t care, just as long as you’re happy.

— oh, and he’d definitely post you and him as much as possible on his social media tagging your ex to show you off. it’s just a constant reminder of the person he lost.

[hearts-4-vicky]

thinking abt Giselle tying up g!p reader to the bed and sitting on your face! Gigi would have to tie your waist down to the bed bc you can’t stop humping the air trying to find any type of release. Gigi would be so mean, suffocating you with her pussy while she degrades you and tells you that you’re not doing it right! Tears would be falling down your cheeks as you mumble out a barely audible apology while you were tongue fucking her hole and sucking on her clit. She would tell you it’s okay because you’re just her dumb baby! When she finally cums in your mouth and all over your face, you feel like you were in heaven! Your eyes rolled back and you came untouched, making a mess of your pelvis! When she got off your face you would tell her thank you with her slick and cum smeared over your face, Gigi would call you a pervert for cumming untouched :( She would stuff your mouth with her lactating tits and ride your overstimulated cock until you were shooting blanks!!

anon, angel, do u wanna kiss????🙏CUZ UR MIND OH MY GOD

warnings: dom! aeri, sub! g!p reader, mommy kink, aeri being mean :(, aeri being kinda nice towards the end?, squirting, overstimulation, face sitting, pussy eating, aeri slaps ur balls, cum eating, lactation, reader is a loser, A BIG LOSER, reader is stupid reader is sensitive asf😭, reader sobs cuz shes a stupid sensitive loser, (y am i bashing reader 🙏💀) pregnancy mentions, aeri takes pics

i feel like gigi would come outta nowhere, full on naked, n ur dick just JUMPS but like cant even blame u🙏 her tits would be leakin a bit, pussy WET n u cant even react bc she just rips off ur clothes n tying u to her bed posts!!!!!! ur so confused cuz shes never did smth like this b4?? “aeri what the fu-“ “shut up whore, its mommy to you.” and suddenly ur mouth is shut (only open to eat mommys pussy😘) and ur thinkin w/ ur dick😝 aeri gets on the bed, pussy hovering over ur face with ur mouth still shut tight, not knowing what to do?? finally, her pussy meets ur lips n u do… nothing??? youve never been with a girl before, only watching twitter porn videos (you can only watch 15 secs b4 ur cock just explodes 💥💥💥💥💥) getting impatient aeri brings one of her hands to your jaw, forcing u to open ur mouth n shes suffocating u with her puffy pussy, grindin on ur mouth, plushy thighs barely able to block out the sounds of aeris moans😍 “Use your- ah- tongue stupid bitch” (im giggling i want her so bad) stickin ur tongue in n out gets aeri to let out a satisfied sigh but she takes notice of the precum leakin out ur tip n starts giggling???

UGHHHH aeri would js be so MEAN to u

“You getting off to this slut? Mommy hasn’t even touched you and you’re already close? Fucking pathetic.” aeri leans over to give your balls a few hard slaps, stopping when ur cock begins to twitch🥺 she moves her hand to the place where your shaft meets your tip and has a firm grip on it, making you whimper and start to sob “You’re stupid if you think you’re gonna cum before me” aeri moans out as she starts to grind harder on your mouth😝 you’re sobbing so loudly now bc ur overwhelmed n aeri is jst being mean to u:((( but ur sobs n whines send vibrations to aeris core n she squirts all over ur face!!!🥺🥺🥺 so focused into her orgasm she lets go of your dick and you cum so violently, humping the air, getting your cum everywhere

aeri gets off you, letting you speak “‘m sorry mommy! p-please! please don’ leave your slut! wan’ taste m-mommy’s milk please….” you sob out, giving into your mommy so easily🥺🥺 aeri doesnt respond as she turns around, slams down on your cock, bouncing up and down quickly, shoving her leakin nipples in your needy mouth🥺 and yeah! she does fuck you til ur shooting blanks into her warm pussy🥺! but since you’re cummin so much she teases you “You, fuck- want mommy to get pregnant baby? You gonna share mommys milk with our baby?” your eyes widen, shaking ur head thats trapped in her tits to protest “Words, baby, mommy wants to hear you use your words” aeri whispers to you, never slowing down her pace❤️ she pulls you away from her spit soaked tits so you can answer “no mommy! don’ wanna- mmh!share your boobs with no one else!!” cumming in the middle of your sentence was so embarrassing for you but aeri didnt care that much💋 she gets off your overstimulated cock, causing you to whine loudly “Oh yeah? With how many times you came in me theres no way we aren’t parents yet. If only there was some way to prevent that…” she trails off before climbing back up so her pussy is near your face again. “Maybe you should be a good little slut and eat your cum out of mommy’s pussy.” aeri smirks seeing you nod vigorously, so cute, all for her🥺

“Good girl” is all aeri needs to say before sitting on your face again, you’re so eager to eat her again! even if you’re eating your own cum in the process!! aeri can’t help but snap a few pics of you being so pussy drunk and sends them to the aespa group chat🥺 not even a minute goes by before she gets a notification from the gc,

“Aeri-unnie, can we share her? please?:(“

“Ofc ning❤️ come home quick k?”

I WAMT HER SO ABDF OH MY GOD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

anyway first ask done😍❤️

bye my loves stay safe💋💋💋

[suguae]

When I come back around, will I know what to say?

જsynopsis.  After facing danger and near-loss, Yours and Nanami's bond deepens, surprising those around them with newfound warmth and affection.

જpairings.  Kento Nanami x Reader

જcontents. Death, Near death, Blood.

"Smile, Kento!" you and Haibara chimed, setting off a chorus of laughter. Kento fought to stifle his grin, but it was a losing battle. He coughed, looking away to hide his amusement, but a glint of laughter still shone in his eyes, betraying his attempt to remain composed.

"There!" With a swift click, the camera captured the moment: you holding up one half of a heart while Haibara completed the other with his hand, and Kento, attempting to hide his fleeting smile.

Back in the dorms of Jujutsu High, the three of you settled into a familiar circle. Your room had become the default spot for hanging out with your two friends.

"Here, let's pin these bad boys back," you declared, brandishing cute clips to tame Kento's unruly hair. Despite his serious demeanor, Kento's expression never failed to amuse you, especially now with the playful clips adorning his hair.

"Haibara, get the camera!" you called out, prompting Haibara to seize the moment. And there was Kento once more, his expression the epitome of seriousness, immortalized in yet another photograph.

You and Haibara laughed at the photo while Kento watched, maintaining his typically stoic expression. Though he rarely showed much emotion when hanging out with you, you knew he was happy. The subtle warmth in his eyes and the relaxed set of his shoulders were telltale signs that he enjoyed these moments just as much as you and Haibara did.

"How did your first mission go?" Satoru asked, walking alongside Shoko and Suguru. Meanwhile, you and the others trailed behind them. "Me and Haibara kicked butt," you replied with a smile, nudging Haibara on the shoulder. "But, of course, Kento saved us when the other curse came outta nowhere."

"Haha! You guys suck!" Satoru turned around to laugh in your face. In response, you stuck out your tongue, a playful defense mechanism against his teasing.

"Leave our juniors alone, Gojo," Shoko said, playfully nudging him on the head. Meanwhile, Suguru smiled at Satoru's reaction, enjoying the lighthearted banter.

-

"He was strong," you muttered as tears streamed down your cheeks. Despite the evident truth that you were far stronger, you had never been one to boast about your strength.

"Nanami, why?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. The weight of your grief and confusion hung heavily in the air, a stark contrast to your usual confident demeanor.

He stayed quiet as usual. "Nanami, say something, please," you cried softly, tears streaming down your face.

"Nanami, please." Your voice broke, the desperation and sorrow evident in every word. The silence between you was heavy, filled with unspoken emotions and the weight of your grief.

Haibara's lifeless body lay on the table, and Suguru stared in disbelief, unable to process the grim reality. The room was thick with a palpable sense of loss and shock, as the once vibrant presence of Haibara was now a haunting memory.

"Nanami..." your cries softened as you dropped to your knees, laying your head on his knee. His head tilted back, a towel covering his eyes, as his hands gently found their way to your head.

In the midst of your shared grief, his touch offered a small measure of comfort, a silent reassurance that you were not alone in your sorrow.

"I'm sick," Suguru coldly muttered before stepping out of the room, leaving behind a heavy atmosphere fraught with unanswered questions and unresolved emotions. His departure only added to the sense of desolation and confusion that permeated the space, leaving you and Nanami to grapple with your grief in solitude.

Not only were the juniors suffering, but shortly after, so had the upperclassmen.

"Suguru, he defected," Shoko muttered as you two sat on the bench at Jujutsu High. Your heart sank at the news. "He murdered everyone in his entire village... even his own family."

Missions weren't the same anymore. In the wake of recent events, you found yourself throwing yourself into training with relentless determination. The camaraderie that once bound you and your fellow students seemed to fray, each of you retreating into your own struggles to cope with the weight of loss and betrayal.

After finishing Jujutsu High, your only plan was to move away from all of it. The constant turmoil and disappointment from the higher-ups had taken its toll, leaving you disheartened by their apparent lack of care for the lives at stake. The thought of continuing to risk your life without proper support or recognition weighed heavily on you, driving you to seek a fresh start away from the chaos.

Despite your intentions to leave it all behind, fate had a way of pulling you back in. Ten years later, you found yourself walking back into the dark history of Jujutsu High. The campus, once vibrant and bustling, now lay barren, stripped of its former vitality.

With a sense of resolve, you made your way to meet with Yaga, steeling yourself for the journey ahead and whatever challenges awaited in this place that held both memories and mysteries.

"You'll be in charge of physical training for the students. I know I can count on you," Yaga said, his gaze focused on the papers spread out before him, most of which were sent by the higher-ups. "You and Nanami."

So he came back too, you thought to yourself, a mixture of surprise and familiarity washing over you at the mention of Nanami's name. The weight of responsibility settled on your shoulders once more as you nodded in acknowledgment, ready to take on the task entrusted to you by Yaga.

Walking along the familiar school halls, you searched for Satoru, following Yaga's instructions to meet him and be introduced to the students. The memories of your time here flooded back as you passed by the classrooms and training grounds, each step carrying you closer to the present moment.

As you finally reached the classroom, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the introduction. Sliding the door open, you revealed Satoru and his three students. One of them, with pink hair, appeared extremely excited to be here, their enthusiasm practically radiating from them. Another student you recognized immediately as Megumi, Fushiguro's son, his demeanor reserved yet determined.

But it was the girl with the smile on her face who caught your attention as you entered the room. There was something about her warmth and openness that drew you in, and you couldn't help but return her smile as you stepped forward to join Satoru in the classroom.

"Long time no see, Satoru," you whispered, catching his attention. He couldn't help but notice the definite change in you. The girl he once knew seemed to have vanished, replaced by someone with longer, darker hair and a permanent slight frown replacing the once ever-present smile. Your physique appeared stronger, as if you had been training relentlessly on your own time.

Satoru's gaze lingered on you for a moment, a flicker of recognition and concern passing through his eyes.

"So cool! Our physical training teacher is a girl!" the autumn-haired girl giggled, shaking the shoulder of the boy beside her. Her excitement was palpable, and her enthusiasm brought a small smile to your lips despite the weight of your thoughts. It was refreshing to see her genuine excitement, a reminder of the youthful energy that still thrived within the walls of Jujutsu High.

"So, what are your names? I know this is Megumi, but you two must be?" you asked, your voice notably more emotionless than when Satoru had last seen you. The transformation in your demeanor was striking, a testament to the profound changes you had undergone since your last encounter. It was clear that the events of the past had left their mark on you, shaping you into a different person than the one Satoru once knew.

After learning their names, you found yourself alone with Satoru in the empty classroom. "So, what did you do after leaving Jujutsu High?" Satoru asked, taking a seat on one of the desks.

"I became a neonatal nurse. It was nice," you replied. It might have been surprising to Satoru, but he knew that you had always possessed a caring nature, making the choice of such a precious job fitting for you.

"Nanami is on a mission right now," Satoru added, sensing the unspoken longing in your voice to hear about his whereabouts.

You couldn't help but smile slightly at the news. "When is he coming back?" you asked, the anticipation evident in your voice. Despite the changes and the passage of time, the thought of Nanami's return filled you with a sense of comfort and familiarity.

"He should be back tonight," Satoru replied, confirming your hopes.

"And how are things with Megumi?" you asked, showing genuine interest in Satoru's relationship with his student.

"He's incredible. I think I've done a good job so far," Satoru replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

"You've done more than good, Satoru," you reassured him, your tone firm yet gentle.

"I'm always here for you," you said with sincerity before getting up from your seat and leaving Satoru alone in the classroom. Your words lingered in the air, a silent promise of support and solidarity, even in the midst of uncertainty and change.

As you stepped outside the school, the cold breeze greeted you softly, sending a shiver down your spine. Your gaze swept across the surroundings, only to lock onto the familiar figure standing distantly in front of you. "You're back," you said simultaneously with Nanami, the words hanging in the air between you.

His eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of shock and longing. It was clear that he, too, had noticed the changes you had undergone during your time apart.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" Nanami's voice, now deeper and more monotone, cut through the air. His face remained emotionless, but there was an edge of irritation in his tone, questioning why you had decided to come back.

"Yaga called, and..." you began, but Nanami sighed, interrupting you.

"You're just putting yourself in danger again, Y/N. How stupid can you be?" His words were harsh, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. The irritation in his voice couldn't hide the worry he felt for you, knowing the risks you were taking by returning.

Your brows furrowed in anger. "But it's okay for you to come back and risk your life?" you retorted, your voice rising with frustration. The unfairness of his accusation stung, and you couldn't help but challenge the double standard.

"I'll see you later," you said flatly, pushing past him. Tears welled up in your eyes, unseen by Nanami. The reunion had not gone as you had hoped, leaving you feeling more hurt and isolated than before.

-

"Sensei, I didn't know that you and Nanami knew each other," Yuji said as you all stretched, preparing for training.

"He was my classmate," you replied coldly, avoiding everyone's gaze. "Let's start." The curt response and your demeanor made it clear that you weren't in the mood to delve into the past.

You demonstrated a few tricks and moves you had learned during your time away from Jujutsu High, along with techniques you had mastered while attending the school.

It was safe to say that the students were impressed, not quite expecting such prowess from you. Your stamina and physical strength were evident as you effortlessly executed each move, showcasing the depth of your training and experience. The admiration in their eyes was unmistakable, a silent acknowledgment of your capabilities.

"Okay, now that I've thoroughly explained, try them on each other," you said, surveying the three students to decide who would go first. Your eyes scanned over Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, each one eager yet focused, ready to put the new techniques into practice.

"Megumi and Yuji, I'll work with Nobara," you exclaimed.

"No! I want to work with a boy to challenge myself," Nobara said determinedly.

You couldn't help but smile at her determination. "Well then, Megumi and Nobara, Yuji, you come with me."

Yuji gulped, giving Nobara a look, but he quickly nodded and stepped forward, ready to train under your guidance.

"She's doing great," Satoru said to Nanami, who had been watching you from a distance. Startled by Satoru's presence, Nanami slightly jumped.

"Of course she is, she's always been great," Nanami responded, his tone a mixture of pride and concern. "I just don't want anything to happen to her. She's the only one I have left," he muttered.

Satoru smiled, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Nanami is in love," he cooed.

Nanami's expression hardened, but there was no denying the depth of his feelings.

"I get you're concerned, but she deserved a more welcoming response than what you said the other day. We've all been through a lot, and she knows the risks of coming back. So, you didn't have to lecture her on it," Satoru sighed, walking towards his students who had been training with you.

-

As you walked through the abandoned cell house, the weight of the cursed aura pressing down on you, you couldn't help but sigh. The air was thick with malevolent energy, sending shivers down your spine.

"I want to go home, so can we make this easy," you whispered to no one in particular, the words a quiet plea for reprieve from the impending danger lurking in the shadows. But deep down, you knew that the mission ahead would be anything but easy.

The urgency with which they assigned you the mission was unmistakable. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. It was clear that the situation demanded immediate action, leaving you with little time to prepare mentally or emotionally.

The unease you felt was palpable, the stress of the mission compounded by the lack of communication with Nanami. He had been your best friend back then, a constant source of support and understanding. Now, the silence between you weighed heavily on your mind, adding an extra layer of burden to an already daunting task.

As you navigated through the abandoned cell house, the absence of Nanami's presence felt like a glaring void, a reminder of the distance that had grown between you. You couldn't help but wonder what he would say if he knew about the mission, if he would offer words of encouragement or caution.

As you reached the end of the hall, you spotted the medium-sized curse, its inhumane wails echoing through the desolate corridors. With a scoff, you dashed forward, determination fueling your movements as you prepared your cursed technique to swiftly take down the curse.

Standing over the fallen curse, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that washed over you. The ease with which you had dispatched the curse raised concerns. It was too easy, too straightforward. Something didn't feel right, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the situation than met the eye.

As if it had read your mind, the wails behind you grew louder, sending a chill down your spine. Slowly, you turned around, your heart racing as you came face to face with a larger and more powerful curse than before.

"What the fuck," you muttered to yourself, your disbelief mingling with a sense of dread as you assessed the looming threat before you. It was clear that this curse would not go down as easily as its predecessor, and you braced yourself for a battle that promised to be far more challenging than anything you had faced.

The battle was fierce, the curse's sharp arms slashing through the air with deadly precision. Despite your best efforts to evade its attacks, you couldn't avoid every blow, and soon, deep scratches marred your abdomen, each one a painful reminder of the danger you faced.

Gritting your teeth against the pain, you pushed through, determined to overcome the formidable adversary standing before you. With every ounce of strength and skill you possessed, you fought back, refusing to let the injuries weaken your resolve.

As soon as you found a moment of respite, you ducked under a nearby staircase, seeking refuge from the relentless assault of the curse. With trembling hands, you ripped off your shirt, using it to apply pressure to the deep scratch in your abdomen, which was bleeding profusely.

The adrenaline coursing through your veins dulled the pain momentarily as you focused on staunching the flow of blood. Each heartbeat felt like a hammer blow against your chest, a grim reminder of the perilous situation you found yourself in. But amidst the chaos and fear, you remained resolute, determined to survive against all odds.

"You were right, Nanami," you whispered to yourself, drawing strength from the memory of his wisdom. With renewed determination, you discarded your doubts and fears, steeling yourself for the battle ahead.

Without hesitation, you dashed back towards the curse, channeling all your energy and focus into confronting the formidable adversary before you. Each step forward was a testament to your resilience and resolve, as you faced the challenge head-on, determined to emerge victorious no matter the cost.

With one final decisive blow, the curse was defeated, collapsing to the ground before you. But as the adrenaline began to fade, you became acutely aware of the searing pain radiating from your abdomen and the new deep scratches on your leg.

With a sharp intake of breath, you felt yourself falling to the ground, the pain overwhelming your senses. Each movement sent waves of agony coursing through your body, a stark reminder of the injuries you had sustained in the heat of battle.

Grimacing against the pain, you fought to stay conscious, your mind swimming with a mixture of exhaustion and determination. Despite the darkness threatening to engulf you, you refused to succumb, clinging to consciousness with every ounce of strength you had left.

"This mission is taking far longer than it should," Satoru remarked as he sat next to Nanami in the break room.

As if on cue, Shoko's urgent call interrupted their conversation. "I need you to teleport to her right now and make sure she doesn't bleed out. I'll try to get back as soon as I can," she instructed, her tone clipped and serious.

Satoru's eyes widened in alarm at the sudden urgency in Shoko's voice. "It's Y/N," she added, her words hanging heavy in the air.

Lying flat on the ground, pain coursing through your body and blood seeping from your wounds, you felt tears welling in your eyes.

"I don't want to die like this," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you spoke to nobody but yourself. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the fragility of life and the fear of facing mortality alone.

"Y/N!" Satoru's voice pierced through the haze of pain, and despite your weakness, a soft smile tugged at your lips as you saw the familiar sight of the white-haired, blue-eyed sorcerer.

"It came out of nowhere," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you recounted the sudden attack.

"You did great," Satoru reassured you, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of chaos.

"No, you're supposed to say I suck," you weakly joked, a faint smile gracing your lips despite the pain.

You chuckled softly, reminiscing about your first mission with Haibara and Nanami.

Determined to stop the bleeding, Satoru applied pressure to your weak body, his hands steady despite the urgency of the situation. As he worked to stem the flow of blood, it became apparent that your injuries were far more severe than what you had explained to Shoko.

The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Satoru's shoulders, his brow furrowed with concern as he assessed the extent of your wounds.

As sudden as a gust of wind, the doors burst open, revealing Shoko running alongside Nanami. In her hands, she carried a kit designed to stop your bleeding, her expression a mix of urgency and determination.

Without a word, Shoko rushed to your side, swiftly taking over from Satoru as she began to administer first aid. Nanami stood nearby, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of worry and relief.

"I'm so tired," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, exhaustion weighing heavily on every word.

With a gentle touch, you reached for Nanami's hand, raising it to your cheek. His touch brought a sense of comfort and reassurance, grounding you in the midst of turmoil.

Nanami's expression softened as he met your gaze, his hand warm against your skin. In that simple gesture, you found solace, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had endured through trials and tribulations.

"Y/N, keep them open for me, please," Nanami whispered softly, his voice tinged with urgency and concern.

You fought against the heaviness in your eyelids, struggling to keep them open as fatigue threatened to overwhelm you. In that moment, you noticed a rare vulnerability in Nanami's expression, a departure from his usual stoicism.

With a soft nod, you acknowledged Nanami's plea, but the weight of exhaustion proved too much to bear. "I can't," you barely whispered, your voice fading as your eyelids closed of their own accord.

Nanami's heart sank at your words, a pang of fear gripping him as he watched you slip into unconsciousness. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't shake the sense of helplessness that washed over him.

Gently, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender yet tinged with sorrow. In that moment, as you drifted into the realm of dreams, Nanami vowed to stay by your side, determined to protect you no matter the cost.

-

As your eyes fluttered open, the sterile scent of the hospital enveloped you, mingling with the familiar beeping noises of medical equipment. The dull ache in your abdomen and leg served as a stark reminder of the ordeal you had endured.

Slowly, you glanced around the room, taking in the sight of flowers sitting on the table next to you. Your gaze then settled on Nanami, who was sleeping soundly in the small chair tucked into the corner of the room. His presence brought a sense of comfort and relief, a silent reassurance that you were not alone in your recovery.

"Nanami," you whispered softly, careful not to disturb his slumber. His eyes opened instantly, alert and attentive.

"Baby, you're awake. Let me get the nurse," he responded, his voice tinged with relief at the sight of you conscious.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden endearment, your mind racing with a mixture of emotions. "No," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to be with you right now."

Nanami's expression softened at your words, his eyes reflecting a mixture of tenderness and concern.

Your heart ached at the raw emotion in Nanami's voice, his words a poignant reminder of the risks you faced as a jujutsu sorcerer.

"I almost lost you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know if I could be able to live knowing how much danger you're in constantly, Y/N."

His hands tenderly brushed through your hair, his touch a soothing balm against the lingering fear and uncertainty. In that moment, you felt the weight of his love and concern wash over you, a testament to the depth of your bond.

"Then it looks like we'll be going on missions together again," Nanami smiled at your response, a mixture of relief and understanding in his eyes. He knew that you would never give up being a jujutsu sorcerer, no matter the dangers that lay ahead.

The room fell into a hushed silence, the air thick with the weight of unspoken emotions. Nanami's eyes bore into yours, their depths filled with a tenderness that took your breath away.

"I love you," he whispered, the words hanging in the air between you, a confession of his deepest feelings.

You felt your heart swell with warmth at his declaration, a surge of emotion flooding through you. Before you could respond, Nanami leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you melted into the sweetness of his embrace, the world fading away as you lost yourself in the warmth of his love.

"What the hell," Satoru exclaimed, his surprise mirroring that of the students behind him. As you and Nanami quickly pulled away from the kiss, a flush of embarrassment crept up your cheeks.

Nobara, grinning triumphantly, spoke up, "I knew it, they were so dating! You owe me 20 bucks, Yuji."

Yuji's eyes widened in surprise, "What? But how did you know?"

Nobara shrugged, "It was obvious. Just look at them."

"To be fair, we weren't," you admitted, a hint of amusement in your voice, "but..." You glanced at Nanami, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Nanami nodded in agreement, his expression composed as ever. "But now we are," he stated matter-of-factly, his monotone voice betraying none of the emotions that flickered in his eyes.

The room fell into a hushed silence, the students exchanging surprised glances at the unexpected turn of events.

"You got your lunch?" you asked, grabbing the keys to the car. Nanami's hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close before giving you a long, affectionate kiss.

"Of course I do," he replied, a soft smile playing on his lips.

It was safe to say that the students weren't really used to seeing the once solemn, monotoned Nanami being all lovey-dovey. But that had changed, all because of you. Your presence had brought a warmth and lightness to his life that had been absent before, and he was grateful for it every day.

[emmyrosee]

What’s up homeslice. I’m here because I’m on a Haikyuu bender and I know you’ve got the sweet sweet hookup.

So hear me out… I am a taller individual(5’8 to be more precise). We see a lot of content out there for ladies of average or shorter stature(I love all you small people out there, don’t you dare think otherwise) so I beseech thee: nishinoya, yaku, hoshiumi, Kenma, atsumu, hell maybe even suna. Any of these wonderful gents just being absolutely infatuated with a tall(ish) s/o.

If you don’t wanna do it, no worries my dude, I can smell what yer steppin in and I respect it, no problemo. Love peace and bacon grease my homie ✌️

Oh HELL YEAH MATE!!!! 5’9 representative 🥳🥳 also I want to eat this prompt for breakfast how could I NOT take it the hell you think this is??

Also as always my pieces are in timeskip but the gifs give me some organization so don’t @ me

-

Listen. Nishinoya would be in straight denial that you’d have reciprocated feelings for him because like. You’re you, okay; he worships the ground you walk on, but now knowing that you truly are into it, it increases tenfold.

“This isn’t even cat walking. This is goddess walking. This is queen walking. Here-“ he drops to his knees to give the ground, be it on cement or hardwood at home, a quick playful dust with his hands, shaking his head and relishing in the laugh you let out. “How could I possibly let my queen walk on the filth left behind by me?”

“Truly,” you snicker, and you lean down to meet him halfway for a kiss, which he rises on his haunches to reciprocate. “But I like your mess.”

“I like you,” he mumbles against your lips.

Yaku. My underrated loml. There’s minimal I wouldn’t do for this man. He’s so good to you and confident in himself that flirting with you came easy- turns out that you flirting back was his weakness.

He’s a complete victim of the psychology okay, you’re already taller than him, you already rock your height and are proud of it that you two just click.

And he’s so protective of you, it drives you wild; he knows your comfortable in your height, you far need him for protection, but that’s not the point. If anyone dare say anything about his beautiful lady, be it in any way but respectful, he truly turns into an attack dog, letting you watch in satisfaction as he completely tears apart whoever look at you the wrong way.

There was an incident you had to patch him up after a fight. But the way dazed and adoring eyes looked up at you, smiling a bloody smile and re-splitting his lip that almost makes his rare altercations worth it.

HOSHIUMI!!!! IS!!!! A NEW LOVE OF MINE!!!! CAME OUTTA NOWHERE FOR REAL!!!

And I so love to think he put the moves on you first, just flirting and sending you playful vibes because he’s a short king who’s confident in his height, and god it has you completely whipped.

He’s always so quick to hype you up in very Nishinoya-fashion, and he’s so unapologetic about having you on his arm, that anytime you enter a room, he not only opens the door for you, he steps ahead and yells out a swift “EXCUSE ME EVERYONE! Out of the way, please! Queen coming through!”

The sheer volume does have people parting to let you both come in, your hand laced with his and proud smirk on his face.

There’s very seldom a time that his cheeks aren’t completely painted with stains of tinted lip balms or lipstick, and he wears them like a badge of honor as you bend down to give them.

Woof. Atsumu. What else can I say about my pretty, goofy, dumb blonde?

What else can I say about the way he completely melts when you wear his jerseys, because they fall just slightly against your hips and when you reach up, a sliver of your skin comes out?

What else can I say about the way his eyes never leave you for long, be it when you’re in two day old sweats, or gown he splurged god knows how much on just to see you wear it?

What else can I say about how you rest your head on his shoulders while in line at the market, and he takes selfish inhales of your scent?

God. GOD.

Marking him up with lipstick and glossy marks isn’t foreign, even getting so cocky he merely taps his cheek no matter where you are, for a show offy kiss just to flex your height to everyone watching.

Okay. You know what’s up. Kenma is the og. He’s the number one. I LOVE this man. And he LOVES hyping you up in possessive, hot ways. For eXAMPLE, there’s a picture of you on his Instagram where you’re dawned in heels in preparation for a banquet for his sponsorships, towering over him with your back facing the mirror in your stunning form, and he’s merely smirking back into the camera. It looks chic, it looks smooth, and the caption has his entire fandom in a tizzy: “mom and dad say sit.”

Sure enough, when the comments are filled with suggestive comments and tons of “SORRY MOMMY-“ you scold him for his cheeky post, but secretly love the attention.

One time, you posed as Lady Dimitrescu, towering high over him, and he as Ethan Winters and by the time you woke up the next morning, it quickly rose to his most popular post.

What can he say? He likes being walked like a dog.

*sneezes* Suna’s is a lil dirty so minors pls go away for this part on, but here’s a Suna gif to make up for it

But. BUT-

I just relish in the thought of him not making you lift a finger; treating you like royalty for simply existing.

It’s why he never says anything as he sees you dressing up for sponsor events, instead guiding you to sit down while he fetches the brand new heels that go with the brand new dress he spoils you with. He tugs the seam of his pants up slightly before getting down on one knee and grabbing your foot and slipping the shoe on for you. His hands are gentle, and his lips leave adoring kisses along your knees and calves, tongue laving over your nylon covered flesh feverishly.

It makes you sink your teeth into your lip and tighten your thighs in need.

“You are fucking breathtaking,” he pants, letting his bottom lip draw along the length of your shin.

“I know, baby,” you whisper, matching his tone dominantly.

“You never cease to amaze me; made by the fucking gods, truly.”

“Rintaro-“

“Worship every inch of skin on this body-“

“We’re going to be late,” you snicker, rising to your feet and getting accustomed to the added five inches. He doesn’t move, merely smiling up at you, and you can practically see the invisible tail wagging behind him.

“I could stare at you forever,” he rasps. “I’d pay a sponsor to move his charity event if it meant I could rip this dress off you right now, make you scream my name.”

You giggle easily as he does, finally, get up, looking up at you with a bite of his lip. “If you behave tonight,” you begin, and he lets his eyes glaze over you one more time.

“I’ll let you.”

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Clown/Circus + Imaginary Friend Darling Blurb

Throughout life, friends come and go, but you - were always the first.

Things were simple in the beginning. Sit with that lonely kid at the playground, wipe their face with your sleeves, and ask if they wanted to be friends. They always said yes. You were inseparable. Playing until streetlights came on plus a seat saved for you at the dinner table when they reluctantly returned home. The biggest fears you faced where the monsters under the bed and the dark... then came school, homework, the future. Your playdates became so far and few, they put in the efforts to make new friends and you were so happy for them.

"Y/n? Who's that? Quit talking to yourself and come hang out with us."

But none of them ever wanted to be yours. Your friend was never home anymore and when they were it was always school work or video games taking their attention. Your place at the table was given to someone else. They'd gradually drift away from speaking to you and it was like you never existed in the first place to them, and maybe you never did - so you left. Back to that empty that existed before it all. There, you remembered all your friends. All your precious memories and the treasures they gave you their parents questioned them about when they disappeared. You hated it there. You didn't want to reminisce on the good times - it only lead to wordless goodbyes. Why - why did they always leave you behind?

"I got invited to a slumber party this weekend... Everyone turned out to be so nice once I gave them a chance like you told me to.... You'll... always be my best friend, but I have real ones now. I'm not a kid anymore - and I can't live in a fantasy world forever."

Of course you always knew - but did your time together really mean nothing? The smiles and tears, joys and fears - were those fake too? This was how life for you went and has gone your entire path. Make a new friend, wait for them to make their own, force yourself to forget, and repeat. You never, ever blamed them for abandoning you. It was your biggest dream to see your friends go out in the world and do all the things you rambled about for hours - you just wished you could've been their when they made their dreams come true. If they could make those fantasies reality, why couldn't you be real too them? It's not fair-

"Hey! You gonna put your raspberry in the square yet? I don't mind waiting cuz you're really cute - but I've eaten most of the blueberries already and if I eat one more I won't have enough for a win."

A new friend - you kept them waiting, lost in your thoughts like that. There's something different about this one... They're a lot bigger than your old friends and dress strange just like those funny people in shows. How old are they?

"28..... Is my favorite number because that's how many waffles I can eat before throwing up. I dunno my age really, I like a lot of candles on my pie so it's hard to remember. I'm probably waaaaaay older - or younger, but I'm definitely not younger than eighteen because I get a new doll every year - and there's a ton. Hey, when's your birthday so we can get your collection started?"

An adult - An adult can see you, but why?

"Hmmm, I dunno how you got in here either. I was just thinking about how great it would be to have someone to eat all these waffles with since I made 29 today - and poof you appeared outta nowhere. You gotta so me that trick eventually - wanna be pals? I'll give you... a quarter, no- half the stack if ya stick around. My name's Gus. Gus the clown."

A clown... Alot of your friends loved those, others were terrified. This one reminded you alot of them. So silly and carefree, just like they always were before reality kicked in. It was never that way for Gus. You'll never forget the shocked look on their face when you told them chocolate milk didn't come from brown cows. They serenaded you with songs detailing your adventures together and nearly had a heart attack when you played peekaboo together which they later tried to play off as good acting - the tear smudges in their paint was just from hot how was is.

At the same time, Gus was far more mature they let on. They fantasized about finding the missing piece to their act and heart, and hopefully marrying that special someone someday. They were all smiles - but as soon as someone got hurt they knew when to drop the act and when to use it to their advantage. You prayed the day they found someone they wouldn't ditch you like everyone else.

It turned out there were a lot more like Gus. True to their status as a performer, they worked and lived in a traveling circus with others who were accepting of you - and had the eyes to see you. They never doubted your existence like parents used to and believed near ever word Gus said even when at the point in time you were nothing more than the ramblings of a mad-clown, and greeted you in kind. Overtime, you became corporal for these performers too and the brief hellos turned to bear hugs thrust upon dolls Gus' sibling made for everyone to have when they wanted sat hello. They still couldn't touch you, but for the first time everyone knew you were their and love you the same, if not more than the friend you came for. Sometimes it really did feel like you were a real person. If only....

"Ouch!"

You pull your hand away from Gus' as the clown bursts into a fit of giggles - yelping in pain as they clap their hands together, electrocuting themselves on the buzzer.

Whoo! That definitely sends a shock through ya. Can't believe that got you. Hey - that got you... you've never been hurt by any of the things we've done before."

They're right. That really did hurt. Wait. It hurt. You've never been able to interact with anything before - leaving Gus overwhelmed on brunch dates when they devoured your share. What's going on?

Gus expresses the confusion you're both feeling with a high-pitched scream. They dart around the room, nabbing their emergency supplies of candy from beneath their pillow. "Ahhhh, idea - Y/n, try one of these - hurry!"

You take one of the licorice sticks and shove it in your mouth. If picked up the treat wasn't proof enough, the explosion of flavor on your tongue confirmed your theories.

"It's...good."

Gus races in a circles, squeeling in delight as they grab and pinch your plush - warm cheeks. "They've never been warm before! This is amazing. Ahhh, next test- here goes!"

Shutting their eyes, Gus rams their lips against yours - grinning with teeth against your skin. They kiss your lips, cheeks, and noses - smothering you with a hug, soaking up the beat of your speeding heart.

"You have no idea long I've wanted to do that...."

You're still reeling from everything going on. "W-what's happening, Gus?"

"No clue! If you want my guess, I'd say so many people believing in you made you real like that one movie with the puppet. The others! Oh, man everyone's gonna love this! Come on!"

Gus picks you up and sprints to the main show room. They gather everyone into the area along with the biggest mirror they could find. They try to explain, but the excitement gets the better of them. Frustrated by everyone's agreeable questions - they rip off the blanket covering the mirror and your reflection, and the crowd goes wild.

"That wasn't there before! Can we touch Y/n now???"

"I call dibs on giving them their first piggyback ride!"

"Wonderful timing! I knitted you a lovely scarf before I forgot you technically were a figment of our combined imaginations."

"If they're really here and can touch stuff... They can be part of the show - can't they?"

Thats right. You'd fit right in with your history too. After a celebratory dinner and cuddle session - the preparations for your big debut were made. As expected, everyone loved you. You and Gus were the starting act, and two halves of the same whole. People saw you, they praised you, loved you. The adoration of the crowd was like no other, but everything after the curtains were closed was even better. Gus kept to their promise of never leaving you behind. You were that missing piece - someone they couldn't live without. It was time for you to finally grow up and leave the ghosts of the past where they lied.

"Aw, don't be like that, sweetie. You'll love it once we get there."

This is bullshit. Their college gradation and their folks were dragging them to some circus. Luckily they had a few buds pull through for an aftershow at a nearby bat.

"Maybe your opinion will change when you see the staring act. That clown reminds me a lot of that friend you used to go on about. What was their name again? I think it was -"

Y/n. Your name and smiling face were plastered on a billboard they passed. It was no vague resemblance - that was their first companion down to the scrunchie you wore around your wrist that they gave you on the day they gave you the lukewarm mercy of a goodbye. It couldn't really be you - right?

"Look how big you've grown...."

No-

"Your parents tell me you're graduating this year. I'm so, so proud of you. Are you going to become a scientist just like you said?"

How?

"You always said it was so you could find a way for everyone to see me too... I'm sorry for holding you back for so long. It's good that you made friends. I made alot too - really good ones. With them, I can live in fantasy and the real world at the same time. It's so much fun."

What are you apologizing for? Why are you acting like you're the one that abandoned them. You were everywhere to them. Everything they ever achieved was because of the shoulder you gave them to lean on. Being with you was like a dream - but everyone has to wake up eventually.

"Oops! Looks like a wasted all our time. I have a few more scheduled greets, but maybe if you stay after we can chat a little more before you leave. See you!"

They don't want to leave. There's still so much to be explained; to say and do, but just like them - you were gone as you appeared. They had to see you again in a better time. Do imaginary friends drink coffee?"

"How's it feel to be the one on the other end of the stick?"

Another clown stands behind them. It was the same one that shared your act. Gus. What do they want?

"Y'know I know alllll about what happened between you two. I know everything from their past since as their bestest friend - and potential future spouse - it's my job to make them loved enough to spill every, little detail. You shouldn't have come here. You're not the first to recognize them - and you won't be the last.

The ball of their wrist juts painfully against their skin as the clown grabs their arm.

"I won't let any of you get back into their heart. I won't let anyone hurt them again. You can't just take back what you broke when someone else fixes it. I'll make you feel what they felt. I'll make them forget you - and anyone who tries to take them from us that I promise and promises are meant to be kept. Quick question before you go though - think Y/n will like these matching necklaces I made us? Anything looks cute when its on them - but think it'll fit better than that old scrunchie."

[moshpitgamma]

CAN U DO LIKE A VIVA X FEMALE READER???? MAYBE WE'RE THE YOUNGEST BROZONE MEMBER?

YESSS😝DOBLE UPLOAD

Viva x Fem!Reader||•••Love at First Sight•••

•Words:1.1k

•Fluff

•Bruce being an annoying older brother🙄

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“HALT…WHO GOES THERE” a loud voice boomed from the terrifying clown face. We all screamed as me and Poppy were holding on to each other scared out of our minds. Branch started to talk to the big clown face and mentioned how we are only here to find our brother Clay. Once he said that, it went quiet for a little while until a large hairball popped out of the clown’s mouth. Branch stumbled back a little while trying not to get close to the unidentified object.

But all of a sudden a blonde haired pink troll appeared from the ball. “Ouuu I wanna try that” I whispered in Branch’s ear. He looked at me and said “yea it’s cool but not right now” I shrugged my shoulders at my brother and before I could concentrate on what she was saying I was wrapped in a tight hug and spun around like 10 times. “Woahhh” I yelled before tumbling into the ground. “OMG I’m so sorry are you ok” asked the pink troll. “Yea” I muttered as I was dusting myself off, but when I made eye contact with her, it was like fireworks went off in my mind.

I didn’t know I was staring until I felt a light pinching sensation on my arm. I looked to who it was and it was JD. I gave him a hard slap on the arm and continued to apologize for staring. “Oh it’s ok, I’m Viva if you didn’t get it before” she said bashfully as she held her hand out to shake mine. “That’s a pretty name,” I tell her. “My name is y/n” I tell her shyly while shaking her hand.

Before I could say anything else she zooms away and says something about food and suddenly lights are coming on all around us and different looking trolls are bringing us food. Now one thing about me is that imma enjoy some food so when I see a big basket of fries being brought to Bruce and Tiny I dig in.

Not even 2 minutes of me eating the delicious fries, Bruce mentions a burger and all the trolls around us start to run away and scream. “Why are they scared?” I ask Viva. I guess I startled her cause I came outta nowhere, but she told me that it sounded close to bergens. I don’t get why bergens are still scary to others so I just nodded and agreed. I head over to Tiny and Bruce and all of a sudden we hear a familiar voice.

“We call burgers…meat circles” I instantly knew who it was and so I got excited and yelled out to him “Hiii Clay!” He looked to where the voice came from and then his serious expression changed to an elated one. He rushed to me and picked me up yelling “Awww little n/n” and “Oh you’re so cute baby sis.” While he’s still treating me and Branch like babies I hear a giggle from Viva and now I feel my face heat up from her sweet voice. I guess Bruce picked up on how I was acting when me and her interacted, so he pulled me away from the group. “I see the way you look at her,” he tells me, smiling smugly.

Before I could get a word in he says “Awww my little sister has her first love” and goes to wipe a fake tear from his eye. “I am not in love with her Bruce, I just met her.” I argued with him but he could tell I was lying from the blush I held on my face. “Whatever you say n/n” he says rolling his eyes. Once we make it back to the group Viva and Poppy are missing. “Where’s Viva and Poppy?” I asked concerned. “They’re probably off to do some sister bonding I guess” Clay says shrugging his shoulders. “THEYRE SISTERS” I yelled. They seemed so alike that I hadn’t even noticed.

When I finished asking my questions about them being sisters, Bruce decided to blurt out and say “Y/n likes Viva.” I knew he was teasing me but damn did it turn my face a dark shade of s/c. My brothers looked right at me shocked with a mixture of giddiness on their faces.

They started to bombard me with questions and advice, but I say “We literally just met” and all I heard was “so” and “Love at first sight” from Bruce. “I could tell Viva for you,” Clay says, ready to play Cupid. “Tell me what?” Viva asks as she heads back to the group with Poppy. “That y/n lik-“ before Clay could even get it out, I put my hand over his mouth trying to save myself from public humiliation. “He doesn’t need to tell you anything, Viva it’s ok.” I say trying to stay cool but failing miserably.

She walked closer to me and I started to blush even more and she said “You sure n/n” in the most innocent and questionable tone ever. I almost told her but I declined again and said it was nothing. After I confirmed it was nothing she walked away and from what I was witnessing she didn’t want Poppy to leave Putt Putt village. The giant gates of the village opens and all of my brothers and Poppy heads toward Rhonda. Before we boarded we heard a sad Viva say “You guys can’t go…please Poppy.” She looked between me and Poppy trying to get us to stay.

It hurt me to see her sad, so I went back to hug her and comfort her. She hugged me so hard like if she were to let go of me she would lose me forever. “You could come with us,” I tell her, trying to persuade her. “No I can’t” she tells me as she slowly starts to walk away. I felt like this was my chance so I ran to her and kissed her softly on the lips. She looked at me like she just saw a Bergen and I told her “I’m kissing you now because even if I don’t make it back you could remember me at least. And if I do make it back we can be together.” I tell her as my own tears start to fall. “You promise n/n” she says now hugging me tightly “I promise Viva.” “Be safe y/n” she told me as I ran back to Rhonda.

As I boarded Rhonda, my brothers and Poppy looked like they just had a mental breakdown. “Why are y’all cry-“ before I could finish, they all pulled me into a bone crushing hug and started to compliment and tease me about how me and Viva basically just confessed. “I guess you were right Bruce” I say looking at him. “How so?” He asked cluelessly. “Love at first sight is real” I say looking out the window as we slowly see Putt Putt village dissipating from our view.

WOOOO HOPE YALL ENJOY🤍😫

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 37

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.2k

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"If you are, then tell us what part, hm? Name us two idols that are known from there." He didn't let you answer.

You stood frozen. What was up with this all of a sudden?

He tugged at your arm harshly.

"Answer me!"

"It's-it's not what it seems-"

"Then what is it?! How do you know us so well? Are you a stalker? Are you an otherworldly being? I've seen you lip-syncing some things some of us have said. You couldn't possibly know us that well."

Rider refused to let go of your arm as you attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, terrified. What were they going to do to you? Where was your team?

"I'm-" You took a breath in. In a fit of panic for your safety, you breathed out: "You're right, I'm- I'm from another world."

They held their weapons up, they were afraid of you. But more than you were of them, you weren't too sure at the moment.

"SPIT IT OUT!"

You began to tear up.

Mask is the only slightly understanding one. "Weeeapons down, iiidiotss. They're unarmed. Chill a biiiit. Why does this change anything anywaaay? You all respected theeem without issuesss before Rider brought anything uuuup."

You shook in fear as tears fell freely. You never expected this from your idols. From characters you grew to love so much, even more after meeting them.

Rider let go of you.

"...How do you know us?"

You took a breath in and rubbed your arm where he had held it previously.

"You're from a manga in my world."

"We're... characters?"

You nodded your head, beginning to regret everything.

"You're very real to me, though! And many other fans. I...care a lot about you guys. That's, ah, how I know you so well."

From behind you, you heard the clatter of a weapon against the ground. You quickly spun around, taking on a slight offensive stance- almost a protective one in front of the S4 without so much as a second thought. You froze when you recognized your family.

Now from behind you, Aloha spoke:

"... you made us like you on purpose."

You do a double-take between your family and Aloha. You really didn't want to involve them, but you were panicked and not thinking straight.

"No- I,, actually did my best to avoid you guys as much as possible when I first got here, not wanting to mess with the story."

"What changed?" Army spoke.

"I grew comfortable. I felt safe around you guys...until now."

Army's shoulders slumped a bit at the statement, while Skull's frown faltered. Rider's eyes grew wide, and Aloha's jaw hung open a bit. That broke their hearts. Your family? - No. Your... team, stood frozen.

Leo's voice cracked as he spoke:

"You.. were just using us? Because you wanted to be some main character?"

"NO! .. no, I'm. Cod, no. Absolutely not. You're my family- and you.. mmm,, there's a lot to discuss right now, huh.. well, to put it simply- I never knew you guys existed before our first meeting. I promise you."

"But you just said-"

"You- Tasha, Milo, and Leo- weren't a part of the original story. I have no idea where you came from, in all honesty."

"Is that why you were so nervous about certain battles?"

"...Yes. Goggles was supposed to be in our place, winning against Emperor."

Leo chuckles.

"Hah, sounds like him."

He smiles.

Rider speaks up:

"So you cheated in all your battles?"

"I'm.. not sure what you consider cheating. Here, I should probably explain everything, huh..."

You explain how none of your battles were 'canon'. Obviously, since you and your... team, aren't a part of the original story. You explained everything as best as you could, hands still shaking. You attempted to soothe yourself by toying with the hem of your top.

"..then your skill, where did it come from? Everyone knows that you came outta nowhere."

"That's... something I don't quite understand either. Back in my world there were a few video games that gave me my quick reaction time- but being so good with my main gear specifically? No idea how it worked out that way. Maybe from analyzing your guys' play styles? Just like we did together," You gestured towards your team.

... It would be too much to explain that they were from a game, too. This was the best you could do.

It didn't quite add up, but Rider let it slide once he caught the way your hands were shaking.

"Soooo, what you're saaayiiing is that you've been... isekai'd?"

You chuckle lightheartedly at the idea. You nod, you suppose so.

Everyone has questions on their mind, but nobody dares speak up.

Will your family ditch you now? Does anyone still not believe you? The silence was deadly.

"No matter where you came from, your skill is still impressive." Skull was the first to speak up. As surprised as you should be, he was the first you'd assume would be so nonchalant, with that air-headedness of his.

You sighed out. That was two of them that seemed to at least partially be on your side.

Rider stood silent, while the others began calmly asking you questions.

"We're...characters?"

You freeze in place, attempting to script what you'll say next. Rider looked defeated.

"This world is very real. To you, and everyone else here. Including me. My world-back home almost feels... fake, for me to think about it. Like it no longer exists."

That seemed to relax him a little.

"Don't'chya miss your family?"

"I'm with my favorite characters ever, Leo. You think I miss my family? I mean yeah but..." You gesture towards the S4.

"Oh.. yeah, I guess, huh? Man, meeting them for the first time must've been totally wack compared to how it was for us meeting them. Like...woah. That'd be like meeting Squidsune Miku or some idol like that."

You giggle at the comparison, and nod. Something like that.

"What was the most difficult thing to adapt to?"

Army with the technological questions, of course.

"No taking notes, 'kay? But...cod the texture of the tentacles sure are weird. And why are they so sensitive! Hair shouldn't be like that!"

You do your best to keep everything you say calculated and lighthearted, noticing how they're still not completely certain on you.

Aloha finally speaks up.

"I...think I need to think this over."

His tone was one you never thought you'd hear from the eccentric squid. Thanks to it, the S4 members thought over the reality of the situation. Army's brows furrowed, Rider's shoulders slumped, Skull glanced away when you looked at him, and Mask looked between each of his teammates with an indistinguishable expression. It's almost as if they all realized how completely insane you sound. Since when are they this trustworthy? They're the S4. Nothing should get past them. They then backed away from you, one at a time, leaving you with your team.

They stood stuck in place too. You really did sound insane, didn't you? Were you trying to gaslight them? What if they are just characters, then what? Do their lives even matter?

Why didn't you tell your fam-team, anything? Have you been cheating this whole time?

"I think we need some time alone, too." Milo barely appeared apologetic.

You messed up, haven't you?

Looks like you were back to sleeping on that damned bench.

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Next Part

May. 23, 24

[hisokaisdaddyz]

Based on this playlist.

Toji Smut

Has not been proofread, first person pov.

Fucking your Ex boyfriend Toji, whom you hate.

Never did I ever think I’d be letting this man fuck me again, but this was a meaningless fling, a mind-blowing one though, he knows my body better than I do, I hated it, because I hated him so fucking much, but…The way our sweaty bodies joined with each harsh thrust, the man above me staring down at me with lustful, cloudy dark eyes gripped my waist pulling my lower half off of the bed and pounding into me like there was no tomorrow.

The sinful moans and grunts that left past his beautiful lips only added fuel to the fire.

“Toji! It’s…. It’s too deep, Hnngh, I can’t.”

He chuckle pulling my arm and turning me onto my stomach, and shoved my head into the bed. 

“You can’t handle what you’ve asked for? you’ll have to deal with it for now.” 

He said as his finger made its way into my mouth, coating it with my saliva.

His voice was so alluring and deep, it was fierce, god I wanted to tear this man apart.

“Though, I do find that oddly weird. Why are you of all people pursuing me? After my last battle Gojo… you were nowhere to be seen in fact… It makes me wonder how you have anointed the title of the most powerful sorcerer after Gojo and Pondering about all that power you hold in you … I would enjoy the shit out of fuckin all of that outta you.”

As he finished he hummed digging his nails into my hips, the way his thick and rather large cock filled me, drowned out all the noise, I could feel his veins rubbing against my walls.

“Were you even fucking listening?” 

I could only respond with loud moans and whimpers, and he brought his mouth to my ear licking it, his warm breath tickling my earlobe.

“I couldn’t quite understand that.” 

“Y-yeah, huuh, I-I’m listening.” 

He chuckled, pulling out. 

“Liar… Repeat what the fuck I said.”

“Y-you wondered why I was following y-you!” 

I emitted a scream as he rammed back into me, not giving me a chance to finish, my lower half ached as I sobbed into the red silky pillows, and he grabbed a fist full of my hair pulling me back up. 

“That is not all.”

“Nngh, You fled during a face-off with, G-Gojo!” 

Toji scoffed glaring down at me. 

“Fled? Where the fuck could you have possibly gotten that conclusion from?”

He questioned running his fingers through his hair before grabbing my hips and pounding me furiously 

“Wait! A-And you would enjoy fucking the power out of me as if you aren’t already doing that!…..! Oh god… I- I can’t! I don’t-”

The feeling was too unbearable it felt like there were three dicks buried in me, it was painfully good, and my body shook uncontrollably as this position made him able to go deeper.

‘You’ve had your chance and nothing but rubbish came out of that pretty mouth of yours, maybe I should shut you up…. How does that sound? If only you knew how to speak politely.” 

He was fuming, his movements were harsher and it gave me pure ecstasy.

“Y-you don’t care about power! God!  Mmph, You only want your son safe!”

“Clearly I ain’t fuckin’ you hard enough since you’re still doin’ all that talkin’

He groaned pushing four fingers into my mouth and I began gagging I grabbed his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand away and he didn’t even budge.

“That oughta shut you up.”

Toji’s other hand was wrapped around my throat with a firm grip as I felt him pulsating in me and only minutes later warm liquids followed, he removed his fingers, and I inhaled deeply and glared at him.

“I’m not done until I’ve had all my fun with you.”

He stated pulling my hips up again.

[megumimania]

two exes and a wedding | gojo satoru

pairing: gojo satoru x black fem!reader

synopsis: when you bump into your ex boyfriend at a wedding, will it bring up terrible emotions of the past or will you finally receive some closure?

warnings/tags: ex bf! gojo, gojo and reader ended on fairly bad terms, gojo is emotionally distant in this one (who’s surprised!), gojo x black! fem reader, reader also has bad tendencies too, gojo is bad at feelings, no happy ending, there is closure ig

a/n: this was supposed to be a lighthearted but the angst came outta nowhere lol. I’ve been ia for timeee now but since school is over im back in business babyy!! icba to proofread so if there is any errors my bad

as much as you loved shoko and utahime, you really didn’t want to go to their wedding. however, by the time you wanted to pull out it was too late. the plane tickets and hotels were already booked along with the deposit which was non refundable.

so you’re now standing on the white sands, in a cute purple dress that complemented your brown skin perfectly, watching shoko finally say ‘i do’ to utahime which then was followed by the newlyweds sharing a kiss with eachother. the ceremony was beautiful and you definitely teared up a couple of times but you couldn’t help it, you were a romantic at heart.

after the ceremony ended and dozens of pictures were taken, you managed to give a quick congratulations to the newlyweds before they were swarmed by eager family and friends. you sat to the side, taking everything in from the decor to the overall atmosphere.

your moment of silence was interrupted by nanami as he sat down next to you. “not in the wedding mood?” he said looking back at the main commotion before looking back at you. “lets toast to the newlywed couple.” he said, handing you a flute of champagne. you both toasted to the newlyweds before taking several sips, feeling the bubbles of champagne hit the back of your throat.

nanami engaged in light conversation with you, catching up on what has happened in the past year. you learned that nanami had ‘retired’ at the age of 28 moving to malaysia with his husband where now he spent most of his days reading by the beach.

you were initially surprised but you could see he looked more healthier, more alive. the eye bags and sullen skin was no more and he even drank less than he usually did. (you made a mental note to book a holiday after this). eventually nanami got up and left apologising as he had to take an important call, leaving you alone with the sounds of the waves crashing to keep you company.

a raucous sound of laughter caught your attention— it was him. he looked so animated, so lively, as he looked to be telling a story to a crowd of people. he seemed to have that charming aura that just naturally drew people in. he looked healthy. there were no signs of fragility but then again that’s how he was.

gojo was a brilliant actor and that was what led to the downfall of your relationship. you hated him, you hated how quickly he moved on, did he even care at all? you turned away from him focusing on the pink-orange hues of the sky, trying to suppress those pent up emotions that you’ve buried for the past year as you didn’t want to make a scene.

his eyes were burning a hole in your back. you tried to shake it off playing with your braid in order to distract you from his gaze. you didn’t even need to turn around to figure out who it was— your ex boyfriend gojo satoru.

you guys broke up last year and since then you’ve managed to skilfully avoid him. often turning down shoko’s and utahime’s invites to dinner, lunch and nights out using your work as an excuse. excuses that you could not use now. you knew that he would be attending the wedding he was shoko’s best friend and best man. you just didn’t expect to see him so soon.

“y/n.” he said, his voice sounding a bit softer than intended as he moved closer to you. you turned around unable to mask the shock on your face. “hey.” you said, trying to look at anything but his bright blue eyes, that were once your kryptonite.

“uh, can we talk?” he asked, playing with a loose string on his blazer, a nervous tic of his that you knew all too well. you debated on being cold but it was evident that he was going through it as much as you were. “sure, lead the way.” you said, trying to remain indifferent as you spoke.

he took you to the beach, placing his blazer down so you wouldn’t get sand on your dress. you both sat in silence before he spoke, “funny, i thought that it would be us walking down the aisle before shoko.” you snorted before replying, “i don’t think so but yeah, it would’ve been nice.” you said, trying to hide your sniffles. that was why you were so apprehensive on coming to shoko’s wedding, not because of the possibility of running into your ex but because it reminded you of what could’ve been—a future now lost to possibilities.

“what went wrong?” he asked quietly cocking his head towards you. “us.” you replied before clarifying, “you weren’t there emotionally and i wanted the idealised version of you, not knowing that you were much more of a mess than i was.” you laughed, wiping a stray tear from your face. “we should’ve taken nanami’s advice and went to couples therapy. imagine the arguments that could’ve been prevented.”

he nodded in response. “im sorry y/n, for everything. you deserved better than me, you deserved more than what i could give you.” his voice wavered at the last sentence as he tried to fight back tears—which was a rare occurrence for gojo.

seeing gojo this raw and vulnerable was something you wasn’t used to at all but you were silently thankful for it. for the trust he placed in you to allow you to see him in such a vulnerable state. once the tears started flowing they wouldn’t stop, it was cathartic— the stress, emotions, feelings that built up over the past year, slowly ebbing away with each tear. the cries were silent apologies to each other, tears shedding for what couldn’t be said.

“i‘m sorry too.” you said in a low tone, your voice scratchy and raw from crying. he nodded, not wanting his voice to betray him. the two of you sat like that for a while, enjoying the silence. it was weird that your heart felt more at peace with him here, than when you were apart. on instinct you leaned onto his shoulder, you felt gojo tense a little but he slowly leaned into your touch.

“i think i should get going.” you stood up abruptly , wiping away any signs of tears from your face. “me too.” gojo nodded, getting up and wiping sand off of his tuxedo. you said your goodbyes and went off in your separate directions, before gojo called out to you.

“do you think we’d be together in another life?” he asked, standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I’d like to think so, yeah.” you replied a bit softer staring into the vast night sky. not that it was obvious but his cheeks flushed at that revelation.

“alright, goodnight y/n.”

“goodnight.” you whispered, watching his form retreat into the darkness.

[stnaf-vn]

I’ve had a scenario playing in my head for a little while: What would Friend do if one day they came over and saw Keagan heading towards MC’s apartment door/already talking to MC? If he’s already talking to MC, I’m sure Friend would see the panicked expression on their face as they’re hiding behind the door, obviously looking for an excuse to cut the conversation short. 🤔

TW: VIOLENCE

Friend held the stuffed animal to his chest as he bounced along the pavement towards your apartment. This is the best plushie he’s ever made! It’s super durable, and he’s never made a sloth plush before. It was a test run of a pattern he created, and he was so excited to show you.

With a spring in each step, he climbed up the stairs towards your apartment, humming to himself happily.

What he didn’t expect, however, was what would be waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

You were talking with someone it seemed.

He giddiness grinded to a halt as he took a moment to process the situation.

The man seemed to be agitated, and was speaking in a harsh tone. Your eyes flittered around anxious, your mouth in a complacent smile.

He walks up behind you and places the sloth on your head.

“Hellooooo sweetheart!! I have brought thee a gift!”

The sloth’s legs dangled in your face, startling you as you looked back at your companion.

“F-Friend, hey! Why don’t we-“

You started to say, but you were immediately cut off by …

“Wow, still friends with this creep, huh?”

Friend raised his eyes from you to the person you were speaking to.

Brown hair, blue eyes, calling him a creep…

The it hit him.

“Oh, I remember you now! You look very different from how I remember you.”

Friend lays his arms in your shoulders, slightly pushing your back into his chest.

“Okay, good for you, I’m not here to talk to you. I’m surprised you haven’t been locked up yet.”

Keagan scowls at him, crossing his arms defiantly.

Friend hugged you a bit tighter to his chest.

“Haha, the keyword is yet! That can change depending on how this conversation goes.”

Friend smiled.

“You don’t intimidate me, idiot. I need to talk to—“

“Dearest!”

Friend excitedly says, cutting Keagan off. He placed a hand on your lower back as he led you inside your door.

“Why don’t you sit tight and watch a movie or something, hmm? I’ll be right in there!”

Friends threat to Keagan left you nervous about leaving the two alone together, but you also just do not have the energy to deal with Keagan right now.

“We were in the middle of a conversation!”

So, you allowed Friend to get you through your door, and you hear the sound of it closing behind you.

As the door shut, Friend glared at the man before him.

“What makes you think that, after all this time, they’d want anything to do with you?”

Friend stood stock still, his anger boiling inside of him. How dare this lowlife just come out of nowhere and think he could weasel his way back into your life? After what he did?

"I know you're blonde but I didn't think you were stupid too! I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to THEM, now get outta my way."

Keagan reached for your front door, his fingertips brushed the knob before Friend grabbed his arm roughly.

"Take one more step, and I'll snap your arm in half, then your other arm, your legs, and then drop you off in the middle of a desert somewhere."

Friend spat, his words dripping in anger.

Keagan looked at him warily before yanking his arm away.

"You do realize they are a grown adult, right? They can take care of themselves, and if they don't want to talk to me, they are able to say so."

Friend eyed him angrily, and Keagan slightly shifted. The floorboards creaked at the movement.

"They are mine."

The words echoed throughout the building, bouncing off the white plaster walls.

Keagan blinked in confusion, before it dawned on him.

"You think- ha!"

He couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling out.

Friend was not amused.

"They are mine and mine only, now get out."

Wiping a tear from his eye, Keagan shoved his hands into his pockets.

"First off, they are a PERSON, not a thing. You don't own people, you psycho. Second off, the fact that you think after all this time I have any sort of romantic feelings towards them is hilarious."

After a beat of silence, Keagan walked towards the stairs.

"I'll come back at a later time. Try not to kill them or traumatize them while I'm gone."

And with that, he left Friend in his spot, still soaking in his anger and hatred for him.

[matrixxsystem]

Luck Runs Out Part 14

Over the next few days Leo seemed to be getting more and more visions. Yuichi was staying over most nights now since they both seemed to think having him around to help ground him was making things at least a little bit better.. But they were getting stronger, and no one was really sure why or what was causing it since most of them weren't having visions, at least none that intense. A few brothers now and then would have some weird dreams about the future but it was odd that Leo was the one getting the worst of it..

Leo was laying in his bed, Usagi.. Well.. Yuichi, laying beside him scrolling on his phone. The day had been pretty uneventful honestly, mostly cleaning up the lair and a bit of training. Leo smiled a little getting a glance at the dim phone light, he was watching some muted video about gardening, that was cute.. Was he thinking about trying to grow his own veggies? Leo closed his eyes, letting the tiredness take over and put him to sleep. Yuichi shifted a little to get his phones light more out of Leos face as he continued watching, it'd be a while before he'd be able to sleep, but he didn't want to keep Leo up if he could help it. 

Leo found himself dreaming about the future again, he rolled his eyes as he faced an oncoming swarm of monsters, there were more people alongside him at the start that disappeared as the dream went on, must've been before things took a turn for the truly hopeless.. He glanced around, wondering why he was looking around so much, and why he felt like there was someone missing.. It was so hard to piece everything together when the dream body was moving much faster then he was able to process what was happening. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the body came to a crashing halt. The sound of people and monsters screeching and the echo's of metal ringing around him all fading into this piercing ringing sound.. There was a second wave of shock as he saw a body laying not too far from where he was standing. The snow white fur he was used to was now an ashy dirt smeared grey laying still on the ground, Leo could hear his own voice calling out to him and the body started moving again, just barely. Rushing towards the body Leon muttered to himself, "Please be okay, please be okay, please-" 

"Yuichi-!" He called, a bit louder. Kneeling down and turning the body over, he flinched seeing all the blood.. "Yui- Hey, you still with me cottontail?" Yuichi's eyes only opened a little, his lips turning upward into a smile but it was so tired, so weak.. "We're gonna get you outta here- Medic!? Come in, anyone-? I-I need all units- Anyone who's available to-"

"Leo.." Even his voice sounded to small and broken. "Hey.." He took another moment to gather enough strength to speak his mind, "Sorry- N-Not much of a f-front line soldier huh..? Don't.. Don't bother, medics can't fix death.. N-Not even... Not even Mikey heh-" He convulsed a little as he coughed, a red splatter spitting out from his lungs and covering his hand. "Fuck.. Leo-"

"Shut up- No- No no no, you'll be okay, if- If we get you back then- Fuck.. Just... Just hold on okay? Keep your eyes open, keep talking to me.." 

"Anata.. W-We're 30 miles from base... There isn't time-"

"Then I'll make time damnit!! I- I can't loose you.. Not you too..."

"I won't be gone long, we.. will find each other soon. You.. you know, death is not the end." Leo wiped his eyes, he was not prepared for this.. "L-Leo.. Listen to me... Repeat a-after me." He said a little louder, clearly straining. Leo looked down at him and nodded, nothing else mattered right now, "I.. Yuichi, Tomogui-Usagi, t-take you.. Leo- Leonardo Hamato.. To be mine-" Leos eyes widened as he realized what he was saying, tears pooled and fell much faster then they had in a very long time for the slider.. "To.. To have and to hold, for better, f-for worse, for richer or poorer, or in.. Sickness, and in health, to love and to cherish..  A-And to honor.. and to... To respect, till death do us part.." Leo shook his head a little, taking Yuichi's hand and kissing the back of it, "No- No you.. You said we'd have a wedding, a real one, when this was over.. You said... You said...."

"I-I know.. I am sorry, I guess... We'll just have to settle..? I-If you'll still h-have me..?" Leo kissed his hand again, it was so hard to speak though his tears. "I do.. I, Leonardo Hamato, take you, Yuichi Tomogui-Usagi, to be mine. To.. To have and to hold, for better or worse, richer or poorer.. I-In sickness and in health. To love, cherish, honor and respect... Till death do us part.." Yuichi smiled a little more, Leo leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss, being as careful as he could not to hurt him. He pulled back after a moment, tears staining his cheeks as he looked at Yuichi, who shared the same expression. "Please don't go.." He whispered, squeezing his blood free hand a little tighter, "I.. I'm not ready.." Yuichi's smile faded a little as he listened to Leo, "Neither am I.. I thought... I thought I would be, thought that.. It would feel different.. But... I just.. Feel numb, and.. Your warm hands around me..." Leo leaned down pressing his head to Yuichi's, "And I.. I wanted to properly marry you..." Leo bit his lip trying not to sob but fuck it was hard to keep his body still when Yuichi spoke like that. "T-That doesn't matter now, we're married, just now, and when you wake up.. We'll do the whole damn thing... You and me cottontail, just you wait.." He took a few breaths trying to calm down, but when he looked back to Yuichi and saw his chest wasn't moving anymore.. His eyes on the sky with a soft smile still stuck in his pained expression. Leo couldn't stop shaking, his eyes blurred and burned from the tears. He was kind of glad no one else was around to see him in such a sorry state..

"Sensei-!" 

Leo perked up and found himself back in his bedroom, Yuichi had the lamp turned back on, one hand on the pull switch and his other slightly extended to reach out to Leo. "..Leo? Are you alright? You- Were having a bad dream it seems.." Yuichi spoke softly, slow and careful with his movements trying not to startle him. Leo was frozen for a moment before the tears came back, he pulled Yuichi into a tight hug as he started to sob. Yuichi just let out a soft sigh and started to rub his shell, "It's alright.. We're safe, we're alive... Your family is safe and alive.. We're okay, the city is safe... We're okay.." Leo stayed clinging to his boyfriend like that for a long while, calming down after what felt like forever to him. "Sorry.." He muttered once his voice would let him. Yuichi just kissed Leos head, "Shhh, it's alright love. Take your time.. You can talk if you want to, or we can go back to bed? Or go for a walk even?" Leo buried his head into Yuichi's neck, "I saw you.." He said, a little louder. "I was too late to save you.. I-" He took another moment to stop himself from crying again, "We were planning to get married, after the war was over... But you didn't make it.. so... We said our vows, a-as you bled out.. and..." Yuichi hugged Leo again, a little tighter, "I'm.. Sorry- That you had to see that.. It must have been hard. I think if I saw you die I might loose my mind.. I mean... You're everything to me." Leo smiled a little, "It.. Wasn't all bad. I never thought I'd give you a nickname like 'cottontail' but it was kind of cute." Yuichi chuckled at the name, of course Leo would call him something like that when they were alone. "Are you.. Alright? To lay back down? We don't have to, but you should try to sleep if you can." Leo took a few more breaths, "I.. Don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight, not after seeing that. I just.. Would it be alright if we just cuddle? You can sleep, I just, I don't want to risk going back there." Yuichi nodded and laid back down with him, "Alright, I'll stay up with you for a bit, maybe we can talk if you want.. And if you need me, you know you can wake me up right? I know you might not want to, but please wake me up if you need me, I won't mind."

Leo smiled a little and snuggled up to Yuichi, closing his eyes as they talked about other random things, and eventually Yuichi dozed off, leaving Leo alone again, but at least now he was able to hear and feel Yuichi's breathing to keep himself calm. He wasn't able to fall back asleep that night, or the night after. Even on the third night he couldn't bring himself to rest, anytime he tried to sleep his mind went back to seeing Yuichi's body and he'd get up and go get another energy drink or play video games. Anything to keep himself from seeing those memories again..

Leo found himself walking into the kitchen around four in the morning one night, he didn't know what else he could do to keep himself awake, maybe another energy drink or some coffee? That would make the most sense.. He paused in the doorway seeing his oldest sibling at the stove, now that was weird, Raph can't cook to save a life- "Hey Raphie-" Leo said, his voice heavy and tired. Raph perked up, startled by the company it seemed, "Oh.. H-Hey Leo!" That was odd too.. His voice was much higher then Raph's usually was.. He stood there for a moment before tilting his head, "You're not Raph are you..?" He asked as he walked further into the kitchen, making a b-line to the fridge and getting another energy drink. "Ah- ..No? I don't think so?" Leo hummed in response, sitting at the table and taking a sip of his drink, "Let's see.. Not Brick or Crimson, they can't cook... Uhhh, I don't think it'd be anyone new since we've all been doing pretty well lately... Well, most of us at least- So I guess that would narrow it down to Cherry or Rory.." 

"I'm.. Not sure what you're talking about Leo?" Leo shrugged and leaned back in his chair, "Well Rory can't cook, oh it could be Merlot too but they don't like to cook either they'd rather order take out..  You're probably Cherry, I'm not hearing the accent though" Leo glanced up as their sibling sat down across from them, "Is that about that time you told us we were Brick? Right? That was.. A long time ago, I don't really... Understand-" Leo put his hand up and took another sip, "Yeah I kinda fingered you wouldn't, but hey I was looking for a distraction anyway so this'll be good. I'll explain it again the way it was explained to me, oh but first, can I fix your mask?"

"My.. Mask? Is something wrong with it?" Leo shook his head and got up, "Nah, nothings wrong, but I think if you're Cherry you'll like this better, and if not I'll put it back." He took the ends of the red mask and tied them into a neat bow, "Pretty nice bow for someone this tired haha- How's it look?" He handed his phone over to they could see themselves in the phones mirror. "I don't think- ..Oh..." There was a long moment of silence as Leo sat back down, "Soo...?"

"It.. Looks like me... Is that weird?" Leo laughed a little, "Not at all, but if Raph doesn't come back tonight you should go see Mikey, he always gets really excited when his big sister shows up." There was another pause where Cherry had just keep looking at themself in the phones mirror, her smile growing the more she played with the bow. Leo had started talking about the others as she did, he didn't really care if she was listening, he just needed something to keep himself busy and keep him awake. "Hey.. Leo? How did you know?" Leo paused, trying to think of how exactly he should phrase it. "Well.. I mean I've lived with you guys my whole life, so I kinda just know how you guys act? I guess.. You voice is softer, and pitched up? You sound like a big sister, and you carry yourself differently, Rory sways a lot and is real timid compared to the rest, he's just a little kid after all so that makes sense.. Merlot has a high voice too but they're way too sassy to mistake for anyone else haha.. Uh let's see.. Crimson can't cook, he just burns everything, and he's not exactly nice- But we love him anyway heheh.. And Brick has a low voice too, but he's not the brightest in the bunch. And I guess you all make different faces too? Like when you listen or talk its just.. Different? Not a bad different though, I think I'm just better at noticing it, and you all respond to Raph's name so it can be hard sometimes. But don't think too hard on it okay Cher?" She slowly nodded, "Oh, okay.. This is so weird, am I supposed to not be Raph then? Or am I supposed to pretend I'm him?" Leo shrugged, "That's not really up to me, you be whoever you want, though you are part of our family weather you like it or not haha- You're here for a reason though, the way I was told about it is like.. If Raph's brain is like a pie, there used to be one big one, but then something bad happened and now the pie is split into slices, its still a pie, and it's still all there, it's just separated into their own pieces now, it doesn't mean it's bad, but now that there's more problems there's more slices to fill up each one? Like, more people in the brain to deal with specific things? If- That makes sense- Sorry I'm not good at explaining things-"

"No I think I get it, I don't know what problems I would deal with though? I mean.. I just make food sometimes and make sure we get enough rest and water."

"That's it then."

"What is..?" Leo chuckled and gestured to her, "You, that's what you do- You take care of them. You make sure everyone's safe and happy like Raph does for us." Cherry perked up a little, another smile spreading across her face, "I see.. I was wondering about my name too, when did that happen?" Leo thought for a moment, "Mmm.. It's been years now, but I think you got your name when we used to play the hero's game? You were 'Princess Cherry' and me and Donnie would save you from the evil wizard Michaelcadabra." They both laughed a little at the memory, "I do remember that.. I wonder why that name though.. Maybe just cause it's something red? That would make sense.." 

"Maybe you're just as sweet as a cherry?" She perked up, "OH! I remember! That's what it is! I think Mikey got upset, maybe you hit him too hard while playing and I was comforting him, and dad said something about me being kind, sweet like cherry pie. That.. Makes a lot of sense... If not a little vain heheh."

"Well you are, I mean, out of all of us you and Mikey are top runners for the nicest so it's not that vain if it's true right?" She got up and gave Leo a gentle hug, "Thanks Leo. I guess we have a lot to think about now.." Leo smiled a little, he always loved her hugs, compared to Raph's they were about the same but different still in a way he couldn't explain. "Any time sis, I know I don't know much about this stuff but you guys can always come to me if you need it." She nodded, "You too. I know you aren't gonna talk about it with me, but I think you should talk to someone, it can't be good to stay awake this long.. Please go to bed soon? Okay? At least just lay there for a bit even if you don't sleep." Leo let out a little sigh and nodded, "Y-Yeah.. Yeah I'll... I'll go soon, promise." She gave him another hug, "Okay, I'm gonna go see Mikey for a bit, I'm sure he's up to honestly.. We've all been having trouble sleeping I think... I'll talk to you later okay?" Leo nodded as she left the kitchen with whatever food she'd been making for herself, he glanced back to his half emptied drink can, tightening his grip around the can just a bit. "Sorry sis.." He said a little quieter, lifting the can and chugging the rest till the can was fully emptied, "I lied.." 

It was nearing five days without sleep now. Leo was trying his best to seem normal and composed but he was lashing out more even at small things, saying things that didn't make sense, talking to people that weren't there.. Anytime someone tried to tell him that he needed sleep or any form of rest he refused to listen and would go do something else, or try to at least. The line between future visions, hallucination, and reality were becoming a constant blur for Leo, but it was better than being forced to see his boyfriends corpse, or his brothers and sisters.. It was better than having to relive the guilt and panic attacks, the pain of his arm being ripped from his body, or looking a young Casey in the eyes and telling him his mother was dead after being unable to retrieve the body.. At least if he wasn't sleeping he could have some kind of control over his visions, it wasn't as violent this way.. He didn't know exactly how long he'd be able to keep this up but he wasn't going to give into sleep easily. Part 1 Part 15 Master Post

[feathers-of-fluff]

Wakey Wakey, Blakey

Summary: Red is experiencing some difficulty with waking up Blake, who randomly decided to sleep on the couch like usual. Just when he felt like trying again next time, a certain mouse partner comes in to solve the problem with one specific method.

this fic is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!

warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!

enjoy!

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The ambience of the living room is filled with sounds of a spinning ceiling fan and what can be recognized as Pidgey chirping in the outside background as peace surrounds the house.

…Well, some of it when constantly interrupted by snoring.

Red had kept shaking and tapping his sleeping friend while calling his name in an attempt to wake him, but all Blake responded was a yawn and a short grunt. Almost every day, he’d end up randomly falling asleep as if he hadn’t slept for two nights, but the others have their predictions of this happening because of how much Blake just loves warmth. And they can see why, already knowing his trauma.

“C’mon, man, this is probably the 30th time you’ve been doing this. Get up.” Red said with impatience in his voice.

He taps Blake’s covered shoulder one last time in hopes of him finally waking up. However, the result was the same but with interaction.

“Mm.. gimmie a fffew minutes…” Blake responded tiredly, pulling the navy blue comforter up a little.

Red lets out a defeated sigh at this point. He would’ve tried the other methods if it weren’t for him somehow being ignorant of loud noises and water thrown at his face, but he couldn’t give up here. The champion thought if maybe he did give him some time, his second try will be a bit easier… unless he lied again.

Before Red could make his way to the kitchen, a sudden noise of a Poké Ball opening was emitted.

Energy came beaming out of the device, converting into a frostbitten pale Pikachu with a recognizable sharp-toothed grin.

“What the-? Oh hey, buddy.” He looked down at the rabid-like mouse, giving him a pat on the head. Freakachu greeted back with a little bite on his finger, giving out a small hiss.

“Whatcha’ doing outta’ there? You trying to explore around?” The champion scratched his Pokémon’s chin. “Or are you just here to annoy someone with your lil’ antics?”

A quiet purr sounded from Freakachu as its tail began to wag. Despite its aggressive instincts, it would never severely damage its trainer—even if Red accidentally touches its tail, Freakachu will just growl or hiss at him and nothing else.

The electric mouse’s ear twitched as it heard snoring, causing it to turn its head at Blake still in deep sleep.

It then looks back at Red, cocking its head. “Pika?”

“Yyyeah.. Blake’s at it again. And before you say anything else, I would’ve used the other methods if loud noises were able to wake him up.” He explained. “But of course, he doesn’t give a fuck about that or any of it.”

Freakachu looks over at the sleeping trainer, trying to think up of some ideas. It’d rather spend its time doing what it wants than deal with this idiot, but then again, his snores would’ve been disturbing its peace if it just left him there.

Plus, it’d like to avoid snapping to the point it tears him apart… it still cares about Blake after all. Watching him fail to get his hat back every time it steals it always makes the mouse tickled.

Out of nowhere an idea hits, its pondering expression changes to mischief.

The electric mouse ran up to the couch and leaped onto Blake, searching for an opening spot in the blanket.

Red watches with confusion, his eyebrow raised. Whatever his Pokémon thought of, he hopes it’s not an attempt at accidentally hurting his cold friend while jolting him awake with a hard bite.

Noticing the top of the comforter slightly pulled up at the side, Freakachu immediately goes in, crawling down to Blake’s shirt before sneaking inside from the bottom.

“…What’re you doing, Freaka?” Red asked, but received no response from the mouse.

However, he did hear a few giggles from Blake.

The boy had begun shifting around the moment he felt something moving around in his black shirt, putting a hand to his mouth to keep himself from laughing. But a squeal slips out once the tingly feeling turns into nibbling.

Red chuckles after he realizes the one thing that makes waking up a heavy sleeper easy as catching a Caterpie; and it was tickling.

Out of everyone else in the house, Blake is ticklish as hell that even a few pokes would get a snort out of him already. The first time one of his friends—Grey—found out about this little secret of his, the bootleg trainer proved how much of a tickle monster he can be. And just when Blake thought things couldn’t get any better worse, the Kanto champion joins in out of nowhere.

“Mm-! *snort* NAhAHAhaHA-! STAHAP THAHAT!” Red’s reminiscing was suddenly interrupted by laughter which he quickly looked over to. The Johto champion flailed about as his frenemy nibbled on his stomach, leaving no spot un-tickled. “WHUHAHAT THE *snort* HEHELL’S IHIN MY SHIHIHIRT?!”

“About time you woke up,” Red snickered, “you’ve been asleep for like.. three to four minutes. Satisfied with your beauty sleep yet?”

“YEhehes, yeEHEheHEs-!” Blake couldn’t really interpret what he said except for the question, in which he answered to. All he could focus on—whatsoever—was the tickling sensation.

Red smirked, snapping his fingers to draw the electric mouse’s attention.

Freakachu’s ear twitched upon hearing the sound before it scattered out of the trainer’s shirt and blanket as it ran to the champion, getting some bubbly giggles out of Blake in the process.

“Freakachu, you clever lil’ biter!” He complimented, scratching the bottom of the mouse’s chin again.

“Pii!” It grinned with pride, suddenly now climbing up to Red’s shoulder when he was finished to nuzzle against his neck, making him snicker.

He gives it a small pat on the head before walking over to the couch where Blake lays catching his breath. “You alright?”

“*pant, pant* …Yeah.” He replied, letting out a small yawn.

“Man, he really got you good. Guess Grey’s not the only big, bad tickle monster around.” Red chuckled.

A blush invaded Blake’s face at the mention of that memory. “Sh-sure..”

“Well, he’s not wrong.”

The three quickly turned their heads around to a girly voice that belonged to Dawn, who stood there in pajamas eating an apple.

“…How long were you watching us??” The frostbitten boy was the first to speak.

“I only came in here to eat some cereal, but then I heard you laughing when I was finished.” She explained, playfully smirking. “And what do I see here?”

“..You see nothing.” Blake replied with a blank face before looking over to Freakachu snickering at his stupidity. “D’oh, shush.”

That mouse sometimes has to be clever whenever he wants to, does he?

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[forever-rogue]

Heya🥰 I’m unsure if you’re still taking requests for fics but I wondered if you could write something with an anxious reader that gets nervous/easily overwhelmed at parties or crowds in general and they don’t tell Steve this but he proves that he’s the best soft boyfriend because he notices and offers them comfort?🥺 I feel like a hug from Steve would make things feel right in a second.

AN | Best (Supportive) Boyfriend Stevie is back at it again🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.4k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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Breathe deep. Exhale. In and out. In and out. There were three pictures on the wall, a bookcase that was crammed with books, and a record player. You closed your eyes in a vain attempt to ground yourself and drown out some of the noise that was all around you. It was becoming increasingly overwhelming with each passing moment.  

There were people everywhere, laughing and singing and drinking. You were sitting on the couch, red plastic cup in your hand as you tried to stay calm. You wished Steve was with you, but you’d lost track of him somewhere in the house after you wandered off to use the bathroom. Even one of your friends would do, but they were nowhere to be found either. You’d planned on looking for a familiar face but with so many people and things happening all around, it all became a sensory overload. 

Your plan was either to sit on the couch for the rest of the evening until someone came and rescued you, or to push through and wander outside. Just as you made up your mind that it was best to just go outside and get some fresh air, a long shadow blocked your light. You looked up and found Steve standing in front of you with a small smile on his face. 

“Hi baby,” Steve knew you so well that you didn’t even have to tell him that anything was wrong. You looked up at him with big, soft doe eyes and he held out his hand to help you to your feet. You eagerly took it and he gently hoisted you to your feet, and you wasted no time in wrapping your arms tightly around him. He let out a small huff of laughter before he hugged you back just as fiercely.

“Stevie,” you whispered softly, burying your face into his neck and inhaling his familiar scent. It was a delicious combination of his cologne, the lingering scent of his laundry detergent, and his own natural musk. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head before gently pulling back so he could look at you. He could see your eyes were glossy with unshed tears and it made his heart hurt, “‘m sorry. I feel like I’m ruining your fun.”

“No, no, no,” he insisted softly, taking your face in his hands and wiping away the few tears that had rolled down your cheek, “you haven’t done anything. The only thing I’ve realized is that parties really aren’t my thing anymore…like at all.”

“Yeah?” you pouted and he nodded softly.

“Yeah…I’d much rather be spending the time with you,” your face lit up with happiness at his sweet words, “so much better. Wanna get outta here, angel?”

“Mhmm. Yes please, Stevie.”

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“Feeling better?” you nodded through the big bite of the burger you’d just taken. You swallowed before shoving a few fries into your mouth for good measure. Steve took a long drink from his milkshake as a happy, dopey little smile settled on his face. Nothing made him happier than seeing his girl happy. 

After bidding goodbye to your friends and leaving the packed house, you already felt a million times better as soon as you stepped into the fresh air. When Steve suggested a stop at your favorite all night diner on the way back to his place, you’d jumped at the opportunity. Who were you to turn down Hawkins’ best burgers and fries? You’d have been a fool. And you were a lot of things, but you were no fool when it came to food. 

That’s how you found yourself tucked into your regular booth, listening to Elton John in the background as you scarfed down delicious, greasy foods, and sat across from the person you loved most in the world. 

“Definitely,” you offered him a sheepish smile as your face warmed up under his gaze. It wasn’t intense or intrusive, but there was something about the way he looked at you that always made it seem like he could see directly into your heart. You supposed, in a weird way, he probably could, “I-I ugh…I’m sorry if I was a downer tonight. I didn’t mean to ruin your fun.”

“You didn’t,” he insisted softly, nudging his foot against yours, “I swear.”

“Cross your heart and hope to die?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned at your little question, “I meant it, you know. That I would rather spend the time with you.”

“I know…” you took a long slurp of your own milkshake before letting out a long sigh, “it’s just that sometimes…I can’t help but wonder if sometimes I hold you back. Like…if you ever want to go out and do things. I worry that you won't go because of me. I want you to go out and do things.”

Sometimes you hated the fact that you had anxiety at all. It wasn’t like you chose to have it…it just happened. It wasn’t all the time, but definitely manifested worse some days than others. It was mostly large crowds or packed places that seemed to cause it to become worse. Today - the big party that someone you all vaguely knew was throwing - had caused your anxiety to creep up and left you feeling overwhelmed. 

“I hope you know you never make me feel like that,” he scoffed playfully before reaching over and brushing a few locks of hair off your face, “my silly girl. You never hold me back from anything, you’re the one that’s always pushing me to do things. You’re always encouraging me, and I hope I give you that same encouragement back.”

“You do, Steve,” you reached across the table, put your hand on top of his and gave his a gentle squeeze, “there’s no one more supportive than you. And I mean it…you really are the best, and I love you more than I could ever put into words.”

“I love you too,” his face grew bashful as a pretty little flush of pink welled up in his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “please don’t be so hard on yourself - we can’t control how our stupid brains work. I mean, I still get stupid nightmares over stuff that’s now…in the past.”

“Stevie,” you leaned in as close as possible with the table separating the two of you, and reached up to cup his cheek in your hand, “that is completely understandable. What you went through…it was horrible, all of it and you have seen and survived and done so much more than anyone ever should have to. It will get better with time, I know it will, but you can’t blame yourself for that.”

“See…” he whispered softly, “just like you can’t blame yourself for having anxiety.”

“Ahh,” you sat back in your seat and shook your head in amusement, “I see what you’re doing. Dr. Harrington is in the house today I see.”

“Hmmm, I could do even better if that’s what I was attempting to do,” he teased, his eyes soft with a mischievous glint to them, “but I’m just pointing out the obvious to you.”

“One of the many things I love about you,” you promised, “the fact that you always know how to talk sense into me.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he promised, “among a million other things of course. Like lovin’ you, that’s my main priority.”

You looked at him with doe eyes that he was sure would be the death of him one day. How could he ever deny you anything? He couldn’t; it was pure and simple. You almost jumped out of your side of the booth and slid into his side, curling yourself into his side. He seemed surprised by your sudden burst of energy, but quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You looked at him with nothing short of pure adoration before you took his face in your hands and leaned in to kiss him.

He tasted of syrupy sweetness from the waffles he’d eaten, and something that was indescribably him, and you almost melted into him. You could feel him smiling against your lips as he stole a few more saccharine kisses from you. 

“What was that for?” his smile stretched from ear to ear as you just shrugged with a smile that matched his own.

“No reason,” you took his hand in yours and laced your fingers together, “I just really love you is all.”

“I really love you,” he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “angel.”