#on days they go out for like. hiking or something he always ends up w super visible ones but they only last like a couple days tops

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fightinfg for my fucking life not to post 100 billion wips of this murphton ive been slowly painting... im pretty cheesed with how the faces are coming out but i keep putting off rendering their shirts GUAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH.

look at them? for me?

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enemies to lovers w/ spencer reid plzz 💗

.⋆｡Whispers in the Dark｡⋆.

Spencer Reid x plus size reader

You and Spencer have been at each other’s throats for months and the team is sick of it. So while on a case in a conveniently tiny town, they do something to fix it

Warnings: usual cm warnings (kidnapping, murder, serial killer), enemies to lovers, one bed trope (i’m not sorry), confessions, little bit of partial nudity, Spencer and reader are horny for each other and neither know how to deal with it, implied smut WC: 2.4k

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If there was one thing that was a guarantee in this life, it was the DOCTOR (as he always liked to remind you) Spencer Reid would not keep his fucking mouth shut. You used to think it was endearing the way he so passionately spoke about anything and everything but after the 30th time he interrupted you (in front of every mind you), it got annoying real fast. And somehow, it was even worse today.

A series of kidnappings occurring in a small town in the middle of buttfuck nowhere that exactly replicated the town’s urban legend about a vengeful spirit killing those who tried to leave without offering sacrifice. Given your extensive knowledge on the development of folklore specifically tied to serial killers, it was an unspoken agreement that you would be taking the lead on the case.

But Reid had a very different idea.

“This is obviously someone using the story to get rid of people they have a vendetta against.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the young doctor. His lean body blocked the column of victim photos as he pointed to the map of the town beside it. He had drawn over several places with a red marker and although the abduction sites did fall into his contracted triangle of a comfort zone, something in your gut told you it was more than that.

“Look, I’m going to keep saying it. This goes way deeper. This has been happening for generations. 2002, 1985, 1968, hell even all the way back to the fucking 1820s! It’s either all 17 year olds getting killed or 17 people killed total each year it occurs, with it switching each time.” Spencer made a sound that was almost a scoff but with Hotch’s steely gaze fixed on the both of you, he covered it up by clearing his throat.

“Mark Adin was 18.”

“He turned 18 the day he died, Reid! And if you looked at his birth certificate, you’d see that his time of death was an hour before he would actually turn 18.”

“If you would just-“

“Alright!” Derek placed a firm hand onto Spencer’s shoulder, making him stumble slightly. “We get it, you’re both freakishly smart but I think it’s late and we all need some sleep.” He shot you a look as you crossed your arms over your chest, red hot anger and frustration still bubbling up inside you.

It always ended like that, one of the other members of your team stepped in before insults could be hurled (it’s happened once or twice before) and suggested a break while you and Spencer continued to glare at each other. He continuously undermined your theories and in return, you questioned his intelligence. 

“I’m sure Y/L/N will realise how ridiculous she’s being after some undeserved rest. I mean, when is she ever right.” Your stomach dropped and Derek’s smile dimmed for a second before he wound an arm around the young doctor’s shoulders and guided him out of the conference room the team had commandeered far quicker than he normally did.

You opened your mouth to shout something back at him but Emily grabbed your forearm before you could. “It’s not worth it.” You met her gaze and quickly deflated.

“Yeah okay.” She gave you a soft smile as you both left the room together, missing the weighty glance Hotch and Rossi shared.

——————

“I can’t believe that you and JJ are doing this to me,” you whined, hiking up the strap of your go-bag higher on your shoulder, “you promised last time that we had to share rooms that it would be you and me. I don’t want to get stuck with Hotch again, he snores like a fucking freight train.” Emily poked your ribs as she passed by, shooting you a mischievous grin.

“You were too busy flirting with Reid to notice us making sleeping arrangements.” You huffed and followed her out of the elevator.

“I wasn’t FlIrTinG with him and by the way, that’s disgusting you even thought of that.” The hallway was dead silent save for the faint buzz of the ice machine at the very end.

“Yeah, that’s definitely why you totally weren’t checking out his ass while he was setting up the white board.”

“Emily!” You hissed but she only laughed in response. 

“Come on, it’s so obvious that you like him! This childish rivalry you have is just sexual tension so for all of our sakes can you please just fuck him already so we can actually do our jobs.” 

“Alright maybe I would like him if he wasn’t such an ass to me all the time.” You conceded, earning you a sly grin from your friend as you both came to a stop outside your hotel room door. “But! He constantly undermines me and makes me feel like shit so it’s never gonna happen.”

Emily stood by her own door, her key-card already in hand. “And you love to rile him up. So, never say never.” And with that, she slipped into her room, shutting the door before you could retort.

You rolled your eyes as you unlocked your own door and stepped in. The shower was already running but what mainly concerned you was the lack of a second bed. You sighed heavily, dropping your bag on the empty side away from the door.  You were too exhausted and frustrated to even be mad about having to share both a room and a bed with your boss. Too exhausted in fact to notice the sweater on the chair in the corner couldn’t have possibly belonged to the older man.

Quickly, you stripped down to your underwear and slipped on your sleep clothes, figuring you could wake up early and shower before heading back to the police station. You sighed as you crawled beneath the sheets, the worn mattress immediately cradling your soft body.

Your eyelids had just begun to flutter shut when the water turned off. You turned onto your other side in anticipation of the bright light from the bathroom fully waking you up but what you didn’t expect was the accompaniment of the one voice you hadn’t wanted to hear until you had at least 6 hours of sleep and a massive coffee.

“What the hell?” 

“Fuck me.” You sat up and took in the sight of a very damp Spencer Reid wearing only a towel around his waist. You refused to look down at his naked torso (no matter how badly you wanted to). 

“You’re not Morgan.” He retorted.

“And here I was thinking you were a genius. Do you usually walk around half-naked with Derek?” He didn’t dignify you with a response this time, only grabbing his bag and retreating to the bathroom once more. As soon as the door shut, you launched yourself at your phone.

<I’m going to fucking kill you

>We’ve all packed noise cancelling headphones so don’t hold back ;)

>BTW before you even ask, there’s no more rooms available. Small towns are just great aren’t they

<I’ll get you back for this

>Sweet dreams

You could scream as you shut off your phone, Emily’s texts disappearing, leaving you staring at your reflection on the black screen. You should’ve known something was up when Hotch insisted that everyone take separate SUVs to the hotel under the guise of everyone splitting up first thing in the morning. The man was a fucking menace. 

The mattress groaned as you laid back down, far closer to the edge this time. If Spencer took your hint and just left you alone for the rest of the night, you would consider it an overwhelming success. This time when the door opened, the light was already off, letting you breathe a sigh of relief.

The bed dipped and your body tensed for a moment. You waited for him to speak, but when he didn’t, you finally relaxed. In the silence and darkness of the room, you could pretend that you were anywhere else.

“Will you stop hogging the blankets?” You knew this peace couldn’t have possibly lasted.

“If you had turned on the heater I wouldn’t have to.” You grumbled but still released your hold on the covers just enough for him to take some more of it.

“Not my fault you’re always freezing for no reason.” The blanket lifted from your leg as Spencer fully wrapped himself up. You sighed but decided not to pick a fight, Emily’s words still circling your mind. Instead you wrapped your arms around your stomach as you drew your legs up, curling around yourself. You just wanted to sleep.

“What, no witty comeback?” You sighed heavily and squeezed your eyes shut.

“I get that I don’t ‘deserve to rest’ but I’m exhausted Spencer. Neither of us want to be here so can we just try to get some sleep and leave each other alone.” Thankfully, he stayed silent, for a moment at least.

“You called me Spencer.”

“Oh my god, can you please just let me sleep? Yes I called you Spencer, it’s your name isn’t it?” You snapped although you knew what he meant. You had never even referred to him by his first name in the almost 18 months since you had been on the team, just the same as he did with you. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Fine.” You pressed your face into the thin pillow beneath your head, determined to finally fall asleep.

“No, Y/N I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t have said to you.” The bedsprings screamed in the quiet of the room and suddenly you could feel the gentle brush of Spencer’s breath along the back of your neck. You suppressed a shiver as best you could. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“Why are you bringing this up now? Are you trying to get laid or something?” Your tone held no bite but you could still feel the way he flinched. A sour taste bloomed in your mouth. “Sorry. For what it’s worth, I’ve been an asshole to you too.”

Tentatively, you rolled onto your back, your shoulder now brushing his. Soft light bled into the room from the light in the hallway, dimly letting you see his silhouette. Already, Spencer’s hair was a mess, different strands sticking up or to his face. His right hand rested on his chest while the left was by his side, barely a fraction of an inch from touching your own. He turned his head, making eye-contact with you for probably the first time since you had known him.

“Why— What did I do to make you hate me so much?” You muttered, suddenly unable to speak any louder than a whisper. You watched his chest hitch and then deflate.

“You didn’t do anything. I guess— it was easier to hate you than admit the truth.” The warmth of his skin made you breathe a sigh of relief as he pressed his hand to yours.

“And what is the truth Spencer?” Even in the limited light, you could see the way his eyes dropped to your lips. His lithe fingers curled around your wrist and gently lifted your hands so that it rested between your heads. 

“That when I’m around you, I can’t concentrate on anything besides how beautiful you are, how intelligent, how capable. You’ve had me wrapped around your finger since the moment we met and it’s angered me.” You didn’t realise how close you were to him until the tip of his nose bumped against yours. You sucked in a breath but it did nothing to ease the floating feeling in your stomach.

“Why’s that?” You were both now on your sides in the middle of the bed, on the edge of something more, if only one of you would fall first.

“Because I knew that the second I accepted it, there was nothing I could do to stop myself from falling for you, even if you would never feel the same.” 

You smirked. “And here I was thinking you were the smartest man alive, Dr Reid.” He pressed his lips to your knuckles with a smile and before you could tell him that he was wrong and quite frankly dumb for not seeing through you (like everyone else on the team did), his hand was on your jaw and his lips on yours.

You moaned into his mouth when he leaned onto you. You grabbed at his back under his shirt, your nails digging into the surprisingly well-defined muscles along his spine. Spencer’s head tilted, encouraging the kiss to become more passionate as his tongue traced your bottom lip. You tangled your fingers in his messy hair, tugging at it slightly as your mind began to go fuzzy with the lack of oxygen. 

Spencer smiled against your lips, placing two or three more soft kisses against them before rolling onto his back once more, leaving you breathless beside him. You followed him down, putting your head on his pillow. You stole another peck from him as he clutched at your wide hips.

“I can’t believe how long it’s taken us to finally talk this out. We were both being really stupid.” You giggled against his now swollen lips.

“Yeah we have.” Something tugged at your mind, breaking you away from the warm bubble of affection you were lost in.

You shot up. “What, what is it? Did I do something wrong?” Spencer practically pleaded, his hand tightly gripping at your thigh.

“You’re right, we were both being stupid! We’re both correct. What if it’s not just one unsub, but a whole family of them? 17 years between killings, Spencer!” Now it was his turn to sit up, his brown eyes wide with realisation.

“It’s a coming of age ritual. The unsub is killing people they know but under the guidance of the person that did it before them.”

“So the place where they’re keeping the victims before they kill them should be in the comfort zone and it should line up with all the past ones!” He beamed at you. “But maybe we should wait till morning to tell the others, they do need their beauty sleep.”

“And we don’t?” His hand moved higher, slipping beneath your sleep shorts, making you shudder.

“Definitely not.” You swung your leg over his hips and sat on his thighs, kissing him once more.

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Hi love! Your content is great and always makes my head spin🤤 I was wondering if you could maybe do fitness trainer Toji with a plush reader? Like you go to the gym wanting to slim down and ask for a trainer and before any of the other loser trainers can get to you, Toji steps in. He is constantly reassuring you the entire time And at the end of the session he just can’t resist from not touching you🥺🫶🏼 thank you in advance and I hope you have the best day possible!

I can literally imagine Toji quoting this in his head as he hears you talk negatively about your body (not proofed I'm lazy) warnings: chubby!reader, body issues, raw sex, slightly public, praise etc etc lmk if i missed any

"Huh?"

"I literally need a gym trainer who's going to help me look like a rake."

"I- what? A fuckin' rake? What are you talking about?"

"My boyfriend cheated on me, and of course the girl he slept with is tiny. He left me for her... I don't want him back but I want to prove a point!" you explain, looking at him with hopeful eyes, desperate for him to help with your mission.

He stared at you, and it scared you a little. You aren't sure if you've said something wrong or if he just had no interest in your tragic love life. But you can only assume he doesn't get many clients with this attitude.

"Fine, kid. But listen, I'm not helping you 'look like a rake'." he tells you.

"B-But..."

"I'll help you train. If you lose weight, whatever. If you gain muscle... I think that'll be a better revenge body to make your ex regret leaving you." he explains.

"O-Oh... really? Okay, I trust you."

He smirks at that.

It's not often he's trusted by women.

"I hate sit ups." you pant, breathlessly.

"It's your last set, just do it 'n then you can go home." he tells you, as he sits beside you drinking some water from his comically large bottle. By the size of it, you'd think he'd be the one who had been working out for the last hour.

"C'mere." he shuffles his body so that he's closer to you, positioning your legs and hips like you're weightless. "You might find it easier now. I'll stay here, gimme ten more."

"Ten?!"

"Do it."

You sigh, lying flat as you mentally prepare yourself for how bad your stomach is about to ache. Your cheeks fill as you blow out a puff of air. You're painfully aware of his eyes on you, and honestly, you're embarrassed. You begin to sit up again and again as you think about his incredible physique. About how he surely thinks the same way as your ex boyfriend.

Your eyes lock with his with ever sit up you perform, his hands grabbing your knees to keep you in place. Your noses almost touch and his eyes are filled with what you can only assume is disgust. You're humiliating yourself trying to make yourself appear more attractive to the male species.

"Aaaand done, good job, kid." he smiles at you, his small mouth scar pulling slightly as he does. "So, wanna make this a regular thing?"

You hold up a finger as you catch your breath, eventually nodding. He holds his hand out to you, helping you to your feet with ease. He walks away from you, tilting his head and indicating for you to follow. You aren't sure where he's taking you, but you follow mindlessly.

"My calendar is in my office, I'll get you booked in for a few sessions this month and then you can just give them your card details at the fron desk." he explains.

"Sure, sounds good." you smile, he walks into his office first and holds the door opening, closing it right after you come in. Your ears prick when you hear the door lock, but for whatever reason you don't feel alarmed.

The air is knocked from your lungs as you feel his hands on your waist, lifting you into the air and practically slamming you onto his desk.

"W-What are you doing?!" you gasp.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, it's almost polite but not really. He's expecting one answer, and luckily for you you're nodding before you can think of declining. He hikes up your leg and squeezes your plush thigh as his lips connect with yours. "You're so soft... so fuckin' perfect."

"Shut up." you laugh, you try to kiss him again but he pulls away.

"I'm serious." he lifts your up your sports bra and tosses it aside, grabbing a handful of your large chest. He pushes you backwards so that your spine is flat against his desk, tugging off your leggings with no hesitation. He peppers kisses across your tender skin. Your thighs, your tummy, your heavy tits. "There's nothin' wrong with your body, y'know? Your ex is a fuckin' pussy."

Your body tenses up, feeling horrendously aware of how exposed your figure is and how he's examining you.

"I- I was too heavy for him." you pant, unsure whether to try and chat casually about it or make a run for your clothes and the exit. "I don't blame him."

"You weigh the same as paper to me, darlin'." he smirks, picking you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist. He slams you against the wall as you makeout heavily. "You want this cock? F-Feel how hard I am for ya?"

"P-Please. You're so big.. please fuck me." you beg. You paw at his shirt, desperate to feel the muscles that you could clearly see beneath.

His facial expression is almost menacing as he knows he's won, he's got you exactly where he wants you and you're begging for his cock. Thick fingers dig into malleable flesh, bruises of his name signed into your skin like a binding contract that you're his new favourite play thing.

"You're so fuckin' perfect, sweetheart. Love cute bodies like yours..." he tells you, staring into your eyes to catch your expression, grinning at the way your cheeks flush and a bead of sweat forms in your hairline.

"Aah! Ah, fuck.. 'h my god..." you moan, the embarrassment overwhelming you and the feeling of his heavy cock splitting you open making your heart race.

He begins a brutal pace, easily holding your body up with one muscular arm as he slams into you, his free hand tweaking your pert nipple. The way your eyes cross dumbly as he ruins your insides almost makes him blow his load on the spot.

"Too— mmmnn.." you moan, unable to form a coherent thought.

"Too what?" he laughs a little, "Too? Have I fucked you so stupid you already can't think? Oh sweetheart... think I'm in love." he tells you as he kisses your neck.

Your fingers scratch his back repeatedly and he can only his from the pain and pleasure of it all. He's happy to be marked by you, he's going to do the same to your insides after all.

"'m gonna cum, I'm— ah—!" your cunt tightens around him as you finish, and soon enough he's pressing his body as much as he can into yours, pinning you between him and the wall as his balls tighten and he paints your desperate, wanting walls.

You pant against each other, neither of you moving for a while. All you can bring yourself to do is catch your breath and stare into his jade coloured eyes. And eventually, he helps you down and offers you a towel before sitting at his desk and checking through his calendar.

"Are you free Friday night?" he asks.

"O-Oh, Toji, I'm too exhausted from that workout to even think about my next training session." you chuckle a little, wiping yourself down before collecting your scattered clothing.

"No, baby, I'm takin' you on a date." he smiles at you earnestly. "Perfect body, perfect pussy, and newly single. You're crazy if you think I'm not taking full advantage of the opportunity to make you mine."

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[myownwholewildworld]

wherever you go (a joel miller's ff) - chapter 1

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pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader.

summary: it’s september 29th, 2003, and joel cannot wrap his head around the fact that sarah is truly gone. as he’s about to put an end to his own suffering…

warnings: mdni. suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, deathwish. loss of a daughter / family members. please do NOT read if this is triggering for you. swear words. reader is female, no description given. no mention of age. no use of y/n.

a/n: this is my very first attempt at writing tlou fan fiction. please be nice >: one-shot (maybe?). mainly joel’s pov but then changes to reader’s pov. this is by no means lore-accurate. also this is my interpretation of how joel lost his hearing in his right ear and got the scar on his right temple ― he did imply he tried to end his life after sarah’s death so this is how i imagine it happened. finally, this is not proofread and english is not my mother tongue, so please excuse any mistakes you might spot. enjoy! (or not? cry with me pls).

w/c: ~1.3k.

Had life been any different, Joel would probably not be in this position.

He had lost everything he held dear. His very reason for living. He could not wrap his head around the fact that Sarah was gone. Truly gone. He could still feel the mud under his fingernails ― his vain attempt to undo the work Tommy had put into digging Sarah’s grave.

It still felt unreal. His baby girl was six feet under, just a few yards away from him. But in his mind, he was still hugging her closely against his chest, feeling her warmth. Tommy had tried to console him, but there were no words in any human language that could sooth his broken heart, so his brother left to run the perimeter and give him some space.

The last few days were like a whirlpool of pain and tears ― agony filling up his lungs, constricting his throat. Joel could not remember the last time he had cried, but he had done so many times in the last seventy-two hours. He could not contain his own emotion any longer. Such torment was too overwhelming. A father was not supposed to bury his own daughter.

It was thanks to his brother that he had been able to put his Sarah to rest. After hell broke loose in Austin and that damn official had shot at them, Joel could not bring himself to recall what had happened afterwards. From what Tommy had told him, they ran for as long as they could ― Joel still holding onto Sarah’s lifeless body. His brother was able to secure a vehicle and they drove out of the city to avoid any more unwanted encounters.

That was how they got to Sam Houston National Forest. Under normal circumstances, they would have gotten there in under three hours, but it took them almost three days. Sarah loved that nature reserve. They would vacation nearby in the summertime when Joel’s schedule was clear of contracting jobs. Sarah, always full of life, would push her dad down the hiking trail, giggling, teasing him and his old knees.

Paralysed by fear, pain and guilt, Joel had only been able to watch as Tommy put a shovel to the ground and started digging. He only snapped out of his stupor when his brother murmured something as he kneeled before him to take Sarah away from his arms. Joel could not comprehend what Tommy was doing until the younger Miller put Sarah in the hole. That was when he had completely lost it.

It had been hours and Joel had not moved yet. His back against a pine tree, hands on his lap. His eyes fixated on his daughter’s tomb. Tommy had fashioned a cross with wood branches to mark the grave, wildflowers surrounding it despite being September. The contrast between the blooming wildlife and Sarah’s burial pit was gut-wrenching. So much that Joel had to close his eyes to stop them from watering once more.

Tommy had assured him this dreadful feeling would lessen with time ― maybe even go away. Joel had just looked at him blankly in disbelief. He very much doubted it. There was no way he could feel his heart beating again when it had been ripped out of his chest. Emptiness eating him up, nothingness taking over his soul, dread engulfing his senses. There was no coming back from this.

Truthfully, he could not see the point anymore. The world was ending anyway, why postpone the inevitable? Joel was sure that he would only burden Tommy ― in this state of mind, he was not going to be able to protect anyone, let alone his brother. In fact, he would just guide him to his death, the same way he had led Sarah to hers.

Joel opened his eyes and looked down. Tommy had left a gun on the ground to his right while he patrolled the surrounding area, in case he was interrupted and in need of protecting himself. What he was thinking about doing could be considered as “protecting himself” ― from his own thoughts, his own breathtaking pain.

His right hand wrapped around the grip of the gun while his index finger slid towards the trigger. As Joel put the gun to his right temple, his eyes locked on the makeshift wooden cross. He hoped he could be reunited with Sarah in Heaven, God knew he had tried his best in this life and had still failed. It was not enough. He was not enough.

Joel took a deep breath, eyes closed, and pulled the trigger.

Houston was in shambles. You just barely escaped that godforsaken city and made it to the closest nature reserve you could think of. It was the best idea, you thought, as people would be scarce in the midst of nature. So, you walked and walked, until you came across two men who had set up camp off the main trail. You kept to the shadows, not knowing if you should trust them or not.

The youngest one left a few minutes after your arrival, so you adjusted your position in order to not be seen. From there, you could have a better look at the older guy, who seemed rather defeated, sat on the ground, his back resting against a tree. His eyes bare, his face completely blank. You assumed his crushed expression was because of the events of the last few days.

Or, at least, that was what you thought until you spotted the improvised grave in front of him.

Tears welled up, gathering at the rims of your eyelids. You knew that feeling damn too well. Not only the outbreak, but life had also taken some very important people from you. The feeling of loss ― you perfectly understood how hard it could hit.

But you could not reminisce about old times, not now, when your own life was hanging by a thread. You were alone in this world, and you knew how fucking dangerous that would be for a woman. Human nature scared you more than some goddamn virus.

So you were lingering. You saw those two men, and you pondered your options. Something was telling you that you could trust them ― if you could trust anyone while the world was ending.

You came closer, making sure you did not make a noise. That was when you saw the raw emotion painted on his worn-out face. There was something about him that drew you in. His gloomy look spoke of hurt, but also danger.

And then you also saw his hand holding a gun to his temple.

You just acted ― without any concern for your own safety.

“NO!”, a painful shriek left your mouth as you ran towards him, your knees skidding through the dirt as you stopped by his side.

You wrapped both of your hands around his wrist, trying to pull the gun away from him, when the shot went off with a loud bang. It grazed the skin on his temple and blood started to pool on the fresh wound.

“Oh, shit”, you said breathlessly, pressing the palm of your hand against the gash to stop the bleeding.

His brown eyes focused on you, a mixture of shock and disappointment.

After what felt like an eternity losing yourself in those irises, he mumbled:

“Why?”

You tried to talk, but the words would not leave your tongue.

“I…”, you started to explain yourself, but was quickly interrupted.

“What the heck was that?!”

You looked up and spotted the second man, the one you saw walking away a few minutes earlier, running towards you ― rifle on hand, pointing at you.

Blood rushed out of your face. Was that how you were going to die after all?

“Tommy, wait―”

[merbear25]

A date to remember

Asking your crush out is nerve wracking, especially when that special someone is a Straw hat. You finally work up the courage to do it! No better time than the present, right?

Monster trio

SFW, gn!reader, mutual attraction

pt. 1, pt. 2

Luffy: You know damn well that anything less than being direct will only confuse him and would lead you to feeling awkward and chickening out. Much to your surprise he accepts!

You'd end up going somewhere fun:

going to the carnival. Get ready to go on rides till everything starts spinning, then eat, ride and probably get sick. It would be memorable and full of laughs.

going ice-skating. You'd have to help him a little but he'd be excited (and determind) to learn.

On the way home, you're both still laughing and telling jokes about the shenanigans you got up to.

He'd definitely give you a big bear hug at the end of the date and perhaps a cheeky little kiss too.

Zoro: Similar to Luffy, he's also someone you've got to be straightforward with. Dropping hints will not work with him. You've decided that enough was enough and today was the day you'd finally ask him out. W-wait....he said yes??

You'd choose something outdoorsy:

going hiking. Take a map with you. Even if there's only one trail, it'll just make everything easier if he wanders off.

going kayaking/canoing. Sit in the front so you have more control over the direction.

With both of these options, remember to take the time to appreciate the surroundings with him. Find a good spot to set up a picnic, cloud watch, take a power nap, and enjoy the nice weather and each other's company.

Ending things with one arm around you and brushing a kiss on your cheek or forehead seems more his style for a first date.

Sanji: He's not a hard person to read. You always have his undivided attention, but you're not sure if he's genuniely interested in you or if he's just like this with every woman. Despite this, you push yourself to ask him out anyway. You've never heard someone shout 'yes' so quickly.

You decide to think outside the box:

botanical garden. Sanji seems like the type of person who can appreciate the beauty of nature. It'd provide you with a relaxing environment to help you get to know each other.

observatory. You'd bond over stories from your past while surrounded by the stars.

Both are fairly romantic but offer plenty of opportunities for pleasant conversations, getting to know each other, and a soothing atmosphere. You now feel more secure about his feelings towards you.

Of course, he'd love to cover you in kisses, but he'd let you decide how to end the date. He'd melt from just about anything you do, so there's not much pressure.

[dazednstoned]

Modern Rdr2 hcs:

-Abigail dresses like it's the 2000s (I'm talking miniskirts, low rise jeans, heeled flip flops w the fucking sparkles). She will never change too.

-Charles and Arthur go on dates to those adoption events to pet all the dogs and cats

-the whole gang frequently gathers for family bbqs. Every time someone ends up getting punched, passing out, or storming off

-Abigail puts Jack on one of those backpack leashes for kids (John too if we're being honest)

-Tilly, Karen, and Marybeth do full goodwill, garage sale, and vintage market days. They do not mess around either

-the only thing hosea knows how to do on his phone is play chess

-Sean still can't read in modern time

-john plays guitar and writes really horrible love songs for Abigail

-Javier and john r for sure in a band together, they're pretty good when they sing the songs Javier wrote

-Lenny and Sean co-parent an extremely neglected widgetable

-Arthur listens to facebook reels on full volume in public w no shame. Isaac is mortified every time

-john has various tattoos, half of them are god awful. He definitely got Abigail's name or initials tattooed somewhere and she was livid

-Karen gives herself piercings with a really shitty piercing gun

-arthur and John work together in construction, an auto shop, or in the equestrian field.

-Dutch has a very rigid and lengthy skincare routine

-john uses 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner, but he says it's 3 in 1 bc it also counts as bodywash

-Tilly is the only one of her family to graduate college (Arthur dropped out of hs when Eliza got pregnant and john never went)

-Hosea is one of those old people you just see walking around the neighborhood at like 8am

-john and Arthur don't wear sunscreen or put on lotion. Abigail sometimes manages to force some sunscreen on John's face before he goes to work tho

-bill refuses to go to gay bars but uses Grindr

-Abigail cuts John and Jack's hair bc she refuses to pay for something she thinks she can do herself (she cannot do it herself)

-Kieran is a hair braiding god. I'm talking French braids, fish tails, you name it.

-john owns a really shitty pick up truck. Jack was either conceived or birthed in the backseat of it (maybe both)

-Sean falls for those free iPhone scams every time

-the only videogame charles plays is stardew valley. He thought it would be relaxing, it wasn't.

-Tilly and Mary Beth are in a book club together

-Abigail is the type of parent to not let her kid play w nerf guns or watch pg13 movies (John is the exact opposite)

-Sadie spends her weekends at rage rooms

-everyone's fridges are covered in drawings Jack made for them

-John, Javier, and Sean game together. Violence always ensues

-dutch does not tip waiters

-john tried to play catch w Jack once and ended up getting hit in the groin by a baseball. He didn't know 4 yr olds could throw that hard

-Abigail and Karen (& sometimes Charles) drink cheap wine together every Sunday and discuss the dumb things their boyfriends did that week

-Lenny and Hosea do the wordle everyday

-Jack is in little league soccer. John sits back drinking a beer as Abigail shouts at the referee

-Abigail got a tramp stamp of a little bow when she was 17 (she regrets it)

-Hosea exclusively sends emails

-Abigail hides John's weed socks bc she doesn't want Jack to see and "fall into a life of drugs" when he's older

-Arthur is a hiking dad through and through. While John is a sit on the couch drinking a beer w his kid in his lap kinda dad

-uncle is the old drunk that lived in the same trailer park as Abigail and John did when Jack was a baby. He kinda just stuck around after

-Miss Molly O'Shea would be a makeup god and u cannot convince me otherwise

I might do a pt 2 late in the future!

[macsimagines]

Boo How is it the Spooky Month and you asked for it I'll ask about Werewolf Mikey, Izana and Shinichiro

H A P P Y H A L L O W E E N

three pack alphas lmao and brothers

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW, FURRY???

Yandere!Werewolf Izana Kurokawa

He is head of his pack and fucking proud. Unchallenged, undefeated and unmated. For now. He's held out for years, he's had offers but none of them were good enough and if he's being very honest it wasn't all that important.

Until he met you. Stupid camper with her dumb friends, stinking up his land. He knew the local humans were smart enough to stay out, he knew that some influential ones had even made laws to keep humans out. But every now and again a dumb few would try their luck and go missing.

He's ready to just unleash his whole pack on them, he knows many were dying for some action and honestly he was looking forward to sinking his teeth into something that screams but then-

"Oh! Lookit the puppy!" are you serious? Izana has heard screams gasps and even a scared 'N-nice do-doggy-' but you were actually... baby talking him? "Ooooo! Big puppy! C'mere, lemme give you some scratches, who's a good boy?"

Izana humors you, bemused more than anything and just planning on sinking his teeth into your neck the moment you let your guard down but- you sure do know how to scratch.... You get all the hard to reach places and your fingertips are so soft when you massage just right behind his ears...

Ok, new plan. The nasty humans you came with need to go, but you can stay and become his queen... He needs his head scratches after all.

Yandere!Werewolf Manjiro Sano

Grew up surrounded by humans. Hated it. He was taught, or at least his family had tried to teach him to to live amongst the human populace, but it never suited him to hide who and what he really is.

So he goes completely feral, taking a group of young wolves with him and starting the Toman Pack in the surrounding forests. The people in town whisper about a demon wolf lurking in the woods and taking people that trespass or offend him, and he just finds it so amusing.

You don't listen to the warnings. You never have. He likes that about you. You're always in his woods, maybe you take pictures, maybe you just hike, or maybe you just wander the trails, but whatever it is that you do Mikey is always watching.

His pretty baby. You're so cute when you trip on stumps, so adorable when you hum to yourself, so vulnerable when you think no one is watching.

But Mikey isn't patient, he's an animal afterall, he goes after what he wants when he wants it. And the fear in your eyes when you see him, when you realize the rumors were actually true, makes him want to chase you all the more.

You put up a good fight... Not really, but it is comendable how hard you try run, how hard you try to hit when he gets on top of you, but don't worry baby, he won't bite. much.

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

He lives amongst humans and leads a pack that tries to integrate with them. Its hard. Its exhausting constantly keeping his own wild urges and the urges of others in check, but Shinichiro presses on and he does it all for you.

Not that he's proud of it, but he's been playing you for years because you think you've been feeding and taking care of the same GIANT stray black dog.

Its your own fault, having fed him all those years ago in his wolf form, having been so kind and loving, smelling so good. He fell in love the moment you pet his fur like he was some kind of lap dog.

And you've tried for years to catch him, he knows you want to take him home with you forever and love him. You've said as much. Once you actually got leash and collar on him and took him to your home.

He ended up living there a week with you, the best seven days of his life, but quickly came back to reality and released himself in his human form while you slept. It wasn't fair to his pack to be living in paradise, and it wasn't fair to you to be living a farce.

But don't worry, he's going to reveal the truth to you soon, and this time he'll take you home.

[kurogane2512]

OKAY WHAT IF dancer fem!reader x Ningguang. So like one day she comes to your dance practice and witnesses you doing a very sensual dance :)

I cannot dance for the life of me but this is spicyyyy😩

NSFW AHEAD

Ningguang x dancer fem!reader (modern au, Ning being jealous, scissoring)

Ningguang loves your dancing, she knows how passionate you are about it and she loves how hard you work. She comes to watch all your performances and in her eyes, you are always the best in your group. She has great respect and admiration for artists in every field, and she values hard work for achieving success so she is absolutely smitten with you. The two of you often casually dance together at home, just silly partner dancing which helps her relives stress from work and she gets to be close with you as your hands sensually hold and guide her body around.

Usually on weekends she comes to watch your practice. She has seen you dance with others countless times and she doesn't usually mind it, but today she felt different watching one of your partners dance with you. You had told her there's a couple dance segment in your next performance and that you were chosen for it, she was proud of you and excited to see you perform. But she didn't expect how strangely.... passionate and sensual the dance was. Or perhaps, it was your partner stepping out of his boundaries.

Needless to say, Ningguang was quite bitter by the end as she intently watched you dance with him. He was touching you all over and clearly enjoying it, she honestly wished she was in his place doing all to you. Ningguang was quick to drive you back home once the practice ended and you felt she was angry about something but she spoke nothing in the car ride. However, once inside, she wasted no time to pin you on the wall and bury her face in your neck.

"Haaah.... Ning.... what's wrong?~" You asked in between moans as Ningguang planted kisses down your neck while unbuttoning your shirt, her teeth grazed your skin and you suddenly felt her bite your collarbone, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

"....Do you have to do this dance with him?" Ningguang husked near your ear as her hands groped you all over, sliding down your sides and slipping past your jeans to grasp your butt.

"W-what? Mhm.... you know it's in the performance....aaahn~"

Ningguang clicked her tongue, "It's clear he's taking advantage of it to touch you. How does your teacher allow such a person to be in the team? They are giving me every reason to sue them."

Oh, this was serious. If Ningguang wanted to sue someone, you could be sure as hell she'd succeed in it.

"N-No, Ning.... calm down. I'll talk to them.... ngh.... I'll change the steps~"

Ningguang hummed then unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down then dived in to passionately kiss you, her lips hungrily seeking yours as her tongue slipped in easily and rolled with yours. She then pushed you down the couch of the living room and straddled your lap and hiked her skirt up then removed her own underwear. She caressed your folds with her fingers and continued roughly kissing and biting your neck.

Ningguang was rarely this way, but you could tell what she was feeling right now. She kissed all over your face making you giggle before smirking and pulling aside your underwear then connecting your slits together. You gasped at the same time, your clits bumping as she rolled her hips into you. She was ethereal this way, her silky silvery hair all splayed out and her breasts bouncing from her own movements. She directed your hands towards her breasts and you complied, fondling them together as you bucked your hips into her.

Ningguang gasped and threw her head back, but she wasn't going to back away. She put your left leg over her shoulder and grinded mercilessly, wet and squelching sounds from your cunts filling the room accompanied by your moans. She pulled you closer and grasped your leg tighter, humping faster and harder now that you were seeing stars. You then released together after a while, Ningguang laying on top of you as you panted out together and shared gentle kisses.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

The secret’s out

Summary: When jealousy and drama starts backstage it escalates too far when your relationship with Christian Cage gets revealed  *Mentions of jealousy, broken nose, drama, swearing and protective Christian*   *Characters: Christian Cage X Wrestler Fem reader, [other: Christian’s daughter Isla, Kris Statlander and the gossiper LuFisto]*  An: Hope you enjoy this one, I had fun writing it (Y/W/N = stands for Your Wrestling Name) Word count: 1953

Main Masterlist. Christian Cage Masterlist Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Christian and I have been dating for the past few months and it has been amazing. At first I was a bit nervous getting into the relationship mainly based on what people would say about it. I know a 17 year age gap sounds like a lot but I am a grown ass woman. For god sakes I am 33 years old and it doesn’t even feel like there is 17 years between us. Christian is in amazing shape and everyone knows that older men do it better than the younger one if you know what I mean. Regardless Christian and I agreed to keep our relationship under the radar for the moment. 

Although Christian acts like a bad guy on tv the truth is he is a sweetheart behind closed doors. The past few weeks have been extremely difficult for everyone. Everyone in AEW had been stressed for multiple different reasons. Last week I had a match with LuFisto and during the match she dropped me on my head and towards the end of the match she broke my nose. The match had been the final straw and, surprise surprise, LuFisto was released from AEW a few days later. Since then I’ve had to deal with her talking shit on twitter blaming me for everything.

“Hey Honey” Christian said as he entered our bedroom. “How’s your face doing? I brought you some crackers and cheese. That’s something that’s easy to eat!” It made me laugh how sweet he was being, no one would believe me if I told them how much of a sweetheart he was behind closed doors. “Y/n, I thought I told you to stop looking at those comments” Christian knew about the comments in fact he was one of the people who showed me them in the first place. I bet he’s regretting that. “It’s not your fault ya know” He said as he sat down next to me on the bed. 

“I know it’s not my fault but what did I do to her?” The truth was that I hated LuFisto, I always had. She was unsafe to work with and not to mention she was extremely jealous of all the women backstage. It wasn't our fault that she was 43 and still hasn’t received her ‘big break’. 

Just because no one liked her it didn’t mean that she had to try and purposely hurt her opponents so she could try and steal our spot. I didn’t even want to have the match with her. She had made a stink on twitter for a shot at my ROH Women's world championship, I didn’t want the match to happen no one did but for the sake of having more drama Tony Khan had the match approved. 

The plan was always for me to win and retain my title but of course she didn’t like that so I guess the only solution was to break my nose? What the heck. “Y/n you did nothing, she's just jealous that you are a champion and she is not” Christian told me truthfully. “I know but that bitch broke my nose because she was ‘jealous’ like who does that?” I was beyond frustrated, this little stunt she pulled would mean that I would be out of action for 4-6 weeks while my nose healed. It was LuFisto’s fault for being so careless with her opponents that cost her her job. 

All of this drama wasn’t going to ruin my weekend. Christian had the weekend free from Collison and wanted to spend time with me, making sure that I was ok. We spent the weekend going for cute lunch dates, baking and we even took Christians daughter on a mini hike in the big forest that we loved. 

Monday soon came and I was up early making lunch for Christians daughter so she could bring it to school. Just then I got a call from one of my best friends, the current TBS Champion Kris Statlander. “Hey Y/n” I could tell from the tone in her voice that something was wrong. “Hey Kris, is everything ok? I said “Whatcha dooinggggg” Kris had avoided my question “Not much I’m making Isla’s lunch for school, trying my best to figure out this step mother thing” Although Isla wasn’t my own I still treated her like she was. Christian and I were both hesitant on how she would react. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t trying to replace her real Mom or anything and that I was just someone she could talk to and hang out with. 

“Uh huh yeah, that’s great you are doing great with that really proud of you man” Something was definitely up. “Ok Kris, spill it. What’s up? There is definitely something going on. You are acting really weird”  At this point I had finished making Isla her lunch and packing all of her things she would need for school. “Ok so, I don’t really know how to say this but-” Before she could finish her sentence I heard Christian calling me from the other room. “Wait a second Kris, hold that thought” I brought Isla her backpack and said my goodbyes to ger and Christian he asked who I was talking to, when I told him it was Kris he smiled and told me to say hi which I of course did. 

“Sorry about that Kris, what was that you were saying?” Silence “Um, I’m not really sure how to say this but you know how LuFisto has been talking shit?” Oh god what did she do now “Yeah….” At this point I was nervous, I didn’t need to deal with more shit right now. “Um well, just look at what I sent you. I’m really sorry Y/n” Sorry, what was she sorry for. Now I was terrified. 

I clicked on the link that Kris sent me and it took me to an article on some wrestling news website saying ‘Christian Cage and Y/W/N have been secretly dating for months. All of the latest AEW gossip on the relationship and just how Y/W/N is in real life here’ 

I felt my stomach drop. How did she know and more importantly why did she feel the need to tell everyone about it. The article talked about the relationship between Christian and I and how I was only sleeping with him to better my career. I could feel my eyes water at that statement, I would never sleep with someone for a stupid title. I had become a 7 time champion on my own before Christian and I had even begun dating. “You, ok?” I heard a saddened Kris on the other line. “Um, yeah. I just don’t really know what to say” I told her. “Well if you need anything I’m always going to be here for you alright” I tried to hide my now scratchy voice “Thank you Kris for telling me about this, I’ll talk to you later!” With that I hung up the phone and let my tears flow. 

The article also contained a link to a twitter post, when I clicked on it of course it took me to a video on LuFisto’s page. “I bet you guys didn’t know this but Y/n and Christian have secretly been dating for months. I think it honestly discussing. I mean there are 17 years between the two of them. Does Y/n have no self respect? I bet she's only sleeping with him to keep that stupid title that she doesn’t deserve. I honestly think she cried to her sugar daddy because her nose got a little bloody and that's why I got fired. Not to mention that-” 

I couldn't even finish the video. It made me sick to my stomach, it wasn’t that we were hiding our relationship but we weren't exactly telling people about it. Some people backstage knew about it but we weren't ready to announce it to the world yet. Too late because it was announced for us.  At the bottom of the article had some photos of us together, some were backstage and some were not. The most recent one was of Christian, Isla and I just the other day walking on the boardwalk. I was pretty sure I saw LuFisto but blamed my imagination and the heavy drugs I was on due to my broken nose. Was she stalking me? 

Just then I was brought out of my trance by a very worried Christian. “Hey Y/n I’m home” Christian yelled as he walked through the door. He saw me sitting on a chair in the kitchen with tears in my eyes when he asked “What’s wrong honey? Why are you crying?” I looked at Christian who had knelt on the floor putting his hands on my thighs. I was too upset to even form a proper sentence so I just showed him the article on my phone. 

Christian took the phone from my hand and I watched as his face fell. “What the fuck is this” He asked me “That’s what I said, that’s not even the worst part. Look at the video and images” I could see the anger growing in his eyes. “Now why the fuck would she do something like this?” At this point he was yelling. “I don’t know, what did I do to her” I respond in tears 

“Oh baby, this has nothing to do with you and I’m sure you know that. This girl obviously has some serious issues” Christian had calmed down a bit once he saw how upset I was. He gave me a hug and placed a kiss on my temple. “What are we going to do?” I asked him, “look at the comments people are praising you for getting with me but are calling me a whore for sleeping with you. You know I would never use you for championship opportunities right?” I knew he knew I would never do such a thing but I needed reassurance. 

“Trust me I know, you have been one of the top women’s wrestlers for the past 10 years Y/n. I don’t think there would be anything I could do to help you with your career.” His words were true but didn’t answer my question of what we would do next. “If you want I can say something” I wanted to take Christian up on the offer but knew it would make things worse. 

“No, that’s ok” 

“Are you sure, because I really don’t mind it. It would put that bitch in her place” 

“It’s ok Christian, I honestly think it would make things worse”

“Okay then, I love you Y/n, you know that right. I love you so much and I would do anything to protect you” 

“I love you too, Christian” 

“Don’t worry love, we will figure this out. I promise, everything will be alright” 

Christian held me in his arms and continued to trace circles on my back and place small kisses onto my shoulder. I knew he was right, everything would be ok. I loved Christian so much, I wasn’t going to let some jealous girl get in the way of a beautiful relationship that just began

[mchlgayser]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 - team z

summary: how you both spend your date together

featuring: isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , kunigami rensuke , chigiri hyoma , gagamaru gin

nana's lil note: there'll be a part two

ISAGI YOICHI - cafe date

Isagi was never a fan of going to the cafe but since it's your favourite place to hang out and date he agreed.

He would be the type that 'yikes-coffee' so he would order something sweet and caramel

The two of you would likely to stay up until dusk, talking and LITERALLY you gossiping because duh, that shit is entertaining.

He'd constantly asked you if you wanted another slices of cakes 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 finished one

And like those typical cringe dramas, he'll escort you home to make sure you are safe. AW 🙁

BACHIRA MEGURU - shopping date

You was quite the person who loves 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 shopping and so is Bachira though it's not as big as yours-

You both would stroll around the mall going from one store to another with bags in hands. He LOVES spoiling you--Though sometimes he got broke and you both ended paying equally, not that you mind of course

He is the type to grabbed anything from the store and then goes like "Oh you need to try this! And this too! Oh this too!" and you'll obeyed anytime

There's that one time you both ended paying for almost 400$ on one store and no food after but instant ramen 😓

You two once go to a fanciest looking restaurant there but the foods- Bachira almost choke on his fork after tasting the raw steak they're serving but even so your day continued with no further problems

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE - late night stroll date

It'll started with you both going to the lake enjoying the lake side whilst watching the sunset. Kunigami had his arm around you and protectively holding you in his arms Or you laying on his lap as he plays with your hair

Then started the plan of late night strolling, he'll just take you to a 24-hour diner and have cheese burgers (Im hungry af)

Lastly- depends on the weather if its raining you two would just walk around the town soaking wet in rain. Maybe dancing? humming slowly to 'can't help but falling in love elvis presley' or if its not, you will just slow walk to a place where its high enough to get a beautiful scenery of the moon (Desperately want this date w/ my bf) and stay up until dawn watching the sunrise

CHIGIRI HYOMA - amusement park date

Chigiri knows how you enjoys going to an amusement park--it was written on your face during you both first date abt how excited you are.

He always make sure you are on ur best condition, wearing sneakers, a thick jacket so you won't catch a cold and he always buys you food for each rides

You both would ride all the extreme rides instead of the kiddie ones like the unicorn carousel and such but! bumper cars! It was one of ur fav rides after roller coaster (me irl would peed my pants)

The last ride (yall know what it is) is the ferris wheel. It was during your first date together when you both got into the ferris wheel and once you reached the top, the electric cut down. You were watching the night blue sky in admiration when suddenly Chigiri pulls you closer. He started to lean it and BOOM! The fireworks starts

And no 13+ happended🙄💯

GAGAMARU GIN - hiking date

Your date was the day after Gagamaru won the u-20 match, right after the facility gave them the two weeks off, Gagamaru barged into your house telling you that he already planned a date for you both. You both ended up packing together and leave at dawn.

Gagamaru always makes sure you wear something comfy and cozy for the ride. He told you to get on the top of the hill by sunset so you both can go and have a nice romantic sunset seeing together.

Since Gagamaru is an 'expert' he knows a lot of things you don't such as good places to hikes for 'wow'.

The memorable part of the trip date was you both adventurous river hikes and having fun chasing the waterfalls.

[milky-fixx]

day 10, sugimoto: face-sitting

kinktobruary day 10

saichi sugimoto x reader // golden kamuy

—sugimoto is a connoisseur of all kinds of foods, but his particular craving is something only you can provide him with. 

tw/cw: 18+ only, minors dni, face-sitting, semi-public, n/sfw, inappropriate use of ainu words fhdolufhoug

word count: 1.1K

“So, can I?”

Sugimoto’s staring up at you a smug challenge in his eyes, and you can’t help but swat him on the head. The force of it displaces his hat and he laughs a bit, squeezing your thighs, stroking the exposed skin with his calloused fingers.

Your face flushes and you look away, because how are you supposed to respond to that earnest plea, that eager look in his eyes. Especially out in the open like this, where anyone can see you. The crisp Hokkaido spring breeze has you shivering, and Sugimoto brings you closer to him, attempting to warm you with his rubbing.

Oh, if only he would know how hot you feel already.

You remember the conversation the two of you had the other day as clear as day.

“Gosh, this is so hinna hinna,” you moaned, slurping the noodles to the simple dish he had made. You looked up to see Sugimoto staring at you wide-eyed.

“W-What?”

“N-Nothing. I was just thinking...” He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Those sounds you make when you’re eating... maybe you shouldn’t make them in public.” A slow grin formed on his face.

You stared at him, uncomprehending for a few beats before you realized what he was implying. “Sugimoto!”

He chuckled, waving off your embarrassment. “There there, it’s fine. I’m sure no one will think you’re doing it intentionally.” After you had calmed down a bit, he added:

“Besides, as delicious as this is... I bet you taste even more hinna hinna,” he teased, his eyes dark with promise. He had showed you exactly how much of a... connoisseur he was.

That instance, combined with other occasions, made you realize that Sugimoto might have a thing for pleasuring you. He’s almost always offering to go down on you, which is one thing. But tonight, when he drunkenly confessed to you that he wanted you to sit on his face, that was an entirely different beast.

“I bet it’d be greaaaaaaaaat,” he slurred, slinging an arm around you, before Kiroranke knocked him over with an elbow to his head. You thought he forgot about it, but to your surprise, later that night, when everyone else was asleep and the sake had worn off a bit, he brought it up again.

“You don’t have to agree to it,” he said quickly, noticing your hesitation.

“I just...” He rubbed the back of his head. “Want to make you feel good.”

“But you already do,” you said pointedly, trailing your fingers up his chest.  

“But what if this feels even better?” he challenged.

You hesitated. While Sugimoto had sampled you on his tongue before—many, many times, as many times as the two of you could manage to get alone—it was never as personal as all of you being exposed to him, hovering inches above his head.

He sensed your hesitation, gently pressing his lips against yours, coaxing your mouth to open up to him. When he murmured the plea against your lips, all you could do is nod, the feel of his grin against your mouth sending butterflies through you. 

After some awkward positioning, you find yourself balanced over his face, your legs trapping his head in place. Sugimoto’s hands trail up your leg, hiking up your yukata and you grip the ends of it to grant him better access. He pushes your undergarments to the side, and you lower yourself gently towards his face. Sugimoto takes control of your hips, sliding them forward until his lips are pressing against your hot, dripping heat. Your knees nearly give when he licks a stripe up your clit. You mewl when his tongue starts laving it with wet swipes.

“I was right,” he groans. “You do taste hinna hinna.”

“Sugimoto,” you whine. “Don’t say that now.”

His laugh is muffled against your skin. He makes the most obscene sucking and slurping noises as he eats you out, his moans sending vibrations through you that has your toes curling. You keen against him when you feel his finger slip into you, prodding you at just the right angle that has your vision spinning. You dig your fingers into the ground before you, rocking forward into his mouth.

“S-Sugimoto!” You gasp. 

He hums against you, continuing to slurp, the air filled with the sounds of his sordid actions. Your world is collapsing onto you; the sensation of Sugimoto’s tongue on your clit and fingers buried inside you the catalyst.

You cum hard with a cry of his name. Sugimoto himself groans at the rush of fluid against his tongue and when he pulls away to shoot you a grin, you want to die at the way he licks your release off his lips.

But now that you’ve finished, it’s time for the tables to turn. You pin him down, pressing your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue. He groans as you swipe your tongue against his mouth. Then your hands are working the buckles to his pants, unzipping them and pulling his hot length from his pants. A few measured pumps is all it takes to get him fully hard, and then you’re straddling his lap, rocking your hips against his until he’s slipped inside you.

When you take him to the hilt, the both of you groan. You ride him in quick, short bounces, your slippery aruosal aiding in your movements. Sugimoto’s palms slip into the collar of your yukata to roughly fondle your breasts, and you reward him by slamming onto his dick, rolling your hips against his.

“Fuck,” Sugimoto curses, digging his fingers into your hips. “You’re so tight. You feel so good.”

“A-Ah, you feel so good inside me as well, Sugi—”

He grows impatient with your pace. He grips your ass, and uses the leverage to thrust up into you rapidly. When he accidentally slips out, you guide him back in with a laugh, Sugimoto murmuring a sheepish sorry. The slap of your hips together is all that sounds in the clearing, and pretty soon it speeds up as the two of you approach your ends.

“Sugimoto… I think I’m going to—”

He grunts. “M-Me too.”

He thrusts into you one last time, his whole body tenseing before he spills inside you in hot, sticky ropes. You moan at the feeling of warmth, clenching rhythmically around him as your own release snaps in place. As the two of you come down from your highs, you tense as you heard a leaves rustling; Sugimoto’s instincts kick in as he rolls over to cover you with his body. Thankfully, it's just a rabbit that comes racing through. The both of you laugh in relief.

You press your forehead against his. “Thank you. That was fun.”

He grins. “I’d be glad to try it again some day.”

“By some day,” you say wryly. “Do you mean tomorrow?”

“Can you blame me?” His gaze gleams with fondness. “I think I’ve found my new favorite dish.”

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Hello! I know your requests are closed but I need you to hear out these dad!Soldier Boy(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

· I think he's honestly the "weekend dad" kinda dad, where he does his one thing the whole week and ok Sunday morning he pops out with "wanna go hiking" or "so... How's your grades?"

· He also would take you and Homie to some fast food in the middle of the night.

· I can imagine teenage Homie and him argue about their different ways of bringing you up while you play (or should I say "cut your hair") with scissors you found on a counter

· Also when the school called about the fire or maybe when you beat up w boy twice your size, SB was the proudest dad ever

· And with age you definitely start loving hanging out with SB more, because who else let's you drift on Tesco's parking lot

· Getting back to Homie, I can imagine that him pushing away your good friends and you'd end up finding a best friend just in Class of 09. Oh he would be so dissapointed and the worst part is that he can't get rid of her.

· I imagine you joining the 7 eventually and as much as Homie and SB would be proud of you, rest of the members would be confused by you being identical to HL. But hey, at least you get to hang out with Black Noir again.

Even if my requests are closed, I'll be more than happy to accept a small lil hc 😁 especially when it regards dad!SB and brother!HL

Agree that once a week (always on the Lord's day aka Sunday lol) Soldier Boy is actually an okay dad 😂 both you and HL can't wait for each Sunday. He'll actually take an interest in what his kids want. Call him soft for doing this, but Soldier Boy thinks this one act will make him a better dad than his own was. At least he gave you and your brother this much. You'll take whatever he's willing to give though. Hungry for his attention and favor.

but for the love of god do not ask him for math help. poor homie made that mistake long ago and was forced to explain to his teacher why all he had left of his math homework were shredded pieces of paper.

Late night McDonald's run? Doesn't matter if you want to go or not. Soldier Boy already has you in one arm and pulling Homelander along with the other hand. Maybe he just gets lonely at night when he doesn't have any ladies over to keep his bed warm. This is his way of finding comfort in the fact that he has two little human beings in his house.

I can imagine the three of you bundled together in his truck, you sandwiched between HL and SB. You're basically still asleep with your head nestled against HL's side, leaving Homelander to suffer listening to Soldier Boy's war stories. But once the food was in the truck, you were wide awake. Moments like that were rare in how calm the silence was between everyone. No lick of tension that usually swirled around.

you cutting your hair with scissors as HL and SB fight actually has the two supes laughing that they briefly forget about the huge issue at hand. they can't be serious when you looked like you had tweaker hair. Your big smile was what really got them.

SB will go up to bat for you if you're ever sent to the principal's office at school for fighting. Hell, everyone at your school was utterly terrified of SB

"So if you had it your way, you'd let that fucking piss baby get away with hurting my daughter? Fuck that."

Then he'll turn to you and call you that endearing nickname he rarely used "Come on sweet darlin'. We're getting ice cream and tomorrow when I drop you off I'm sure these useless dick stains will punish that boy equally."

He really shouldn't be so proud about you beating up another kid. Especially since you had the upper hand with your powers. But damn did it make him smile to see his little girl as a fighter.

you know the tesco drifting is something to be kept between you and Soldier Boy. If HL found out, he'd have an aneurysm and scold his own father about how unsafe it was to do that with you in the car.

you thought it was the most fun thing ever

HL has issues once you get friends of your own. as stated HL really doesn't like your female friends since they encouraged you to wear makeup at a young age and dress like a mini trollop. your friends didn't get the hint that HL didn't like them. In fact many of your female friends had huge crushes on your older brother (you wouldn't even get started on the ones that had crushes on your dad)

i think once you join the seven HL while being proud would also have an immediate desire to isolate you from the other members of the team. what if maeve lets slip something unsavory he did. or even the deep could tell you of the humiliating things that HL has made him do for the pure pleasure of it. also what if you prefer them over him?

you're stubborn though. You're Soldier Boy's kid. it's to be expected.

[the-tripping-and-the-touching]

Landslide (series)

Part Ten

Pairing: Josh x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You've lost something in a hiking accident... are you prepared for it to come back?

Warnings: angst.

Note: We're back! In a fun bit of procrastination, I found the type of neighborhood I think the house would be in. Woodsy, a bit away from the city, but still close to the university! General coords for the neighborhood: 44°35'20"N 123°19'16"W

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“You’re a fucking idiot.” Josh rolled his eyes and looked down into his glass as his twin picked up a wine bottle and started traipsing around the small outdoor patio connected to your favorite local winery. 

“Don’t be a prick.” He retorted in his favorite accent, his voice getting low and gravelly as he began to wander away.

“Yeah, you don’t get to be all pissy because you fucked up with your girl again.” Sam butted in, elbowing Josh playfully.

You kicked Sam under the table, eliciting a yelp before he reached down to rub his shin. “Shut the fuck up?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He laughed before tipping back the rest of his drink.

It wasn’t difficult to occupy yourself with the other boys there. Laughter came easily when you could let yourself be distracted by the welcome buffer Jake and Sam provided. But it wasn’t like they couldn’t tell something was off.

You were lucky enough to have them around for a full week, both you and Josh feigning illness to your boss in order to get the time off. Together, you’d spent your time milling around town, trying to find attractions you hadn’t taken them to on previous visits. Once those were exhausted, you’d turned to favorites. Hence the trip to the winery. 

“Least we could do is go see a movie.” Josh griped, refilling his glass. 

“With that one? Really?” Taking the words right out of your mouth, Sam grabbed the bottle from him to replenish his own. All three of you turned to Jake, only to find him laying down in the grass, staring straight up at the sky. 

A mumbled sentence came from Josh as he started drinking. “I don’t know why you’re so up my ass right now.”

He set his wine down and turned his body towards his oldest brother. “I don’t know why you’re being such an ass right now. This is literally our last fu-” 

“Jesus Christ, yeah, yeah, your ‘last full day’. If you want it to be so perfect, maybe you should stop picking fights with the guy that owns the house you’re staying in.” He rolled his eyes again. If you knew where this was going, and you did, the best place for you to be was far, far away from the argument. So without a sound, you picked yourself up and began the walk to where Jake laid in the grass, picking up bits of the conversation that got more distant with every second.

“She owns that house as much as you do. And I’m sure if she were to pick who stayed in it tonight you would be last on that list.”

“Asshole.”

“Douchebag.”

Yeah, you definitely did not want to be around them now. Finally reaching Jake, you not so gracefully landed on the ground, next to his face, crossing your legs before leaning over him. 

“Ah, dahling…” He dragged out his vowels, a sharp grin carved into his face. 

“Hey Jakey.” You sigh propping your head up in your hand. “I swear, their arguing takes me right back to highschool.”

“So you’re only out here to avoid them…” Feigning disappointment, he turns his face from you. “Upon my innocence you play.”

“Hm, I’m not the one to plot so.” Smiling, you continue the scene. Jake had gone through a Pirates of Penzance phase in his early teens, forcing you and his siblings to switch between roles and reenact the entire musical yourselves at their home on your weekends. Some lines you’d committed to memory, dredging themselves up in moments like these. 

He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows. “They really that bad right now?” 

“I mean, they always get heated towards the end of trips, but Josh is just…” You think for a few seconds, trying to consider his motives, but ultimately falling short. “Y’know.”

“I do.” He smiles, nudging your knee with his shoulder. “Hey, it could be me and him fighting. At least the two of them never get physical.”

You roll your eyes, cracking a smile. “Yeah, we don’t have the funds to keep replacing windows like that.” 

Jake laughed along with you for a few moments before meeting your eyes with a more thoughtful expression. “What’s going on with you two sunshine?”

The smile on your face dwindled, leaving you to bite on your cheek as you contemplated telling him. After looking back to the patio where you’d left Josh and Sam, seeing them drink in silence, you turned your eyes back down to Jake again, opting to ask him a question instead. “Did Josh ever say anything about us? Like in the context of… having a relationship?” 

“Yeah.” If nothing else could be trusted, you could always depend on Jake’s filter completely disappearing after a few glasses of white. “I mean, kinda. Boy’s always had such a thing for you. Called me a month or two ago saying it might really be time for you guys, but then… well, y’know.”

And you did know. You knew now, more than ever, that you lost something important in that landslide. “He give you any details?”

“It’s interesting, he really didn’t say as much as I’d imagined he would after finally getting you. Just that he was happier than ever.” He took a second, sighing before looking back up to the sky. “And that he’d never been more afraid of fucking something up.”

Jake’s last remark lingered in the back of your mind for the rest of the afternoon, consuming your thoughts as you laid down for bed that night. Up until now, as long as you’d known him, there wasn’t a single thing Josh could’ve done to mess up your relationship. And despite how upsetting it had been to find them, in retrospect, you couldn’t see those sticky notes as anything more than sweet. Little lovesick reminders of a relationship you hadn’t even known you’d been deprived memories of. 

The next morning wasn’t easy, the time finally coming to escort the boys to the taxi awaiting them in front of your driveway. After tear-filled hugs and goodbyes, promising to call and visit, you waved them off from the porch, watching the car until it disappeared. 

Walking back inside, you clicked the front door shut only to find Josh standing there, eyes fixed on you. You met his gaze with a sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself as the two of you just stood there. 

Finally breaking the silence, he asked quietly, “What’s been going on with you? Why are you so upset with me?” Basic questions, but they were quickly deepened by his expression. The way his brows knotted, his pointer finger tapping anxiously against his arm, the way he swayed slightly back and forth. This was an interrogation. 

You couldn’t help but contemplate how to start this. His brothers were gone, the two of you were alone for the first time since you’d found those notes. There was no way to break this to him, to finally initiate the argument and unlock the door on secrets you might not even want to know. 

Suddenly, he reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers around your own. And just with that, an action he’d been able to avoid up until now, it all came back. 

You see it in quick flashes, your entire relationship with him. Through your mind’s eye you watched your first kiss with him. The way you’d collapsed into bed next to him after a long day at work. He’d let his hand fall onto your back, rubbing small circles across it until you’d recovered enough to prop yourself up on your elbows, finding your face just a little too close to his. You could remember the way you reached your hand up to brush your knuckles against his cheekbone before running your fingers into his hair. The way he leaned in hesitantly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, leaning in fully once he realized you weren’t pulling back. You could feel it, the softness and the shock and the sweetness of a first kiss you hadn’t even remembered. 

Flashing across your memory, you could see the moment you took his hand during a long walk across campus, telling him how you thought you were in love with him. And then the following moment he told you he knew he was in love with you. 

Hundreds of little moments crossed your mind, days and nights spent together like never before. Making out while “watching” a movie instead of quoting the lines. You watched as you and him became more inseparable than ever, if that was even possible.

And then you were back, staring into the eyes of the boy that filled your most recent memories in a new, but had tried his best to make sure you’d never know. You looked at him with the knowledge of how he tastes, how he feels, everything about every interaction you’d had with him over the course of the past two months. But also with the feeling of betrayal that started welling up further inside of you with every second, with every recollection.

Once you’d fully come to, you closed your mouth and cleared your throat, your eyes fixed on him with no hope of tearing them away. You could feel your expression change minutely, to something only someone who knew you a little too well would be able to read. And he certainly could. 

He gained his own look of realization and faltered, any words he’d been hoping to speak caught in his throat with no hope of escaping. All he could do was stand there staring at you, not knowing what to say. 

That made two of you.

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On Grief and Loneliness (Excerpts From My Journal Since My Dad Died)

content warning: grief, loneliness, family member death, family member illness, suicidal ideation, existential crisis, loss of childhood home, animal death (nothing particularly graphic; just being thorough)

December 26, 2022

One month later… I miss him. That’s all there is to it, really. The immediate trauma of it all–seeing his face every time I close my eyes, hearing myself call out to him–has passed for the most part. Now it just feels like there is this empty space in my life. I keep half expecting to see a text or missed call from him, keep wanting to check in, even though I know he’s not there. Going back home and having him not be there… I try not to think too long or hard about it. It’s been a lot of that lately, just choosing not to think too much about it.

Christmas was low-key. I didn’t feel much of the magic of the holidays. Part of that is just because of getting older, I think. Next year, I want to be more festive. I just want to live life to the fullest to the extent that I can. I know my dad would be proud of me no matter what, so now I just want to make a life that I can be proud of, too.

I’ve had a few moments (or days) of really bad anxiety/depression, feeling like nothing is going right and it’s not worth it to keep trying, but I keep going, still. I am trying to be present and feel things as deeply as I can, especially the good things, and hopefully, I can find a balance between burying my sadness and feeling it to the point where I feel hopeless.

January 14, 2023

Often, grief is found in the little things, just like joy or love. I drink his tea and remember making it for him when he couldn’t do it himself, when standing was too difficult, when I was desperate for him to have something in his stomach. A splash of milk and a spoonful of honey or sometimes sugar. How he said I made it extra sweet. How I was adding as much milk, honey, and sugar as I could get away with, trying to give him as much energy and strength as I could. How he would fall asleep waiting for it to cool. How I had to remind him to drink. Reheating it again and again. The desperation those mugs held. Now, it is warm and comforting.

March 17, 2023

My dad loved Ireland and Boston and the town we lived in (all the places he was from). He loved rock music. He loved hiking. He loved stamps and antiques and magic tricks. He loved pizza and sushi and steak, lobster rolls and burgers and desserts. (He really loved food. He even liked trying vegetarian options and eating them with me.) He loved cats and dogs and owls. He loved people; he saw the good in everyone. He loved my sister and me. And we love him.

March 24, 2023

The wind is loud, and everyone is safe inside their homes, and I am safe, too, but this doesn’t feel like home.

June 14, 2023

It hits me that I’ve lost so much all at once– a family member, a home, so many things that used to be mine. I’ve lived so many places that it feels impossible to settle in, to feel secure. So much of my life has been spent on the outside, always feeling like an afterthought, never a first choice, and I wonder if I’ve ever belonged anywhere.

June 15, 2023

I’m not a holiday person. At some point, I realized that assigning too much meaning to one particular day is a great way to end up disappointed. It doesn’t matter what I think, though. Every calendar will still tell me what I’m meant to be celebrating, or what someone is meant to be celebrating who believes in something I don’t. I don't believe in much, actually. That never felt more true than after my father died. I told my mom I don't believe anything happens to people when they die, that I think they are just gone, and she cried. I don't cry much, either, especially not when other people do. I cry because I’m frustrated, because I’m stressed, because I’m tired. I cried when my dad died, but not as often as I felt I should in the days that followed. I know grief is individual and no way of grieving is right or wrong or normal. That doesn’t make me feel any less alone when my grief isn’t crying, isn’t seeing signs of him or talking to him, because to me, he isn’t there. He is gone. My grief is anger. It’s frustration that I will never see him again. It’s missing him, and it’s aching, and it’s emptiness. It’s a hole in my life where he used to be. It's the time I spent on phone calls now allotted to something else. It’s one less text message to send, one less person to tell stories to. It's the unsettling feeling that my life has already been the best it will ever be, because he will never be in it again. It's listening to songs and looking at photos and feeling something that doesn’t feel like enough. It's wanting to comfort the other people who lost him because they are sadder than I am. It's having regrets about how it all happened and then realizing it’s pointless to feel that way because it’s over. There's no changing any of it, only learning from it. And feeling like nothing matters because everyone I know will die, and I will die, and what’s the point of anything anyway. I'm terrified to forget anything about him. I write down every memory that comes up so I won't lose it. I hold tightly to the things he gave me and the things I have of his. I am halfway waiting for it to hit me, to feel some overwhelming wave of sadness, too late for anyone to understand it, but I also think maybe it will never come.

July 13, 2023

Grief spirals outward. Hope spirals inward. But I don’t want the grief to lessen. It makes me feel real. It makes me feel human.

August 26, 2023

Buyer beware–I don’t believe in ghosts, but the last two owners died in this house, and I know a part of me will live here forever.

September 1, 2023

Four bedrooms. Four names in permanent marker on the workbench in the basement, four letters each. Four cats buried out back by the property line.

December 4, 2023

A year passes, and every change creates a new version of me that he’ll never know, and how different can I become before I’m no longer the person he knew at all?

May 15, 2024

I feel like I’m cursed to forever be running in this race where no matter how hard I try, how fast I move, I will always be in second place (if even that). Never the first choice, never the favorite. They think they know what loneliness is, but they are discussing it with each other while I watch from afar. I can grow and reach and try and try and try, but I will never be enough.

May 19, 2024

How am I supposed to be a grown adult but still have the same feelings as when I was a child? Is this just going to be my entire life, never feeling like anyone actually cares about me? I don’t want to give up on people, but I am so fucking tired of trying and never getting what I want in return.

July 2, 2024

I’ve tried to make it sound pretty, tried to make it sound wise, twisted and turned the words around in my head, but I can only come back to: the only person who ever made me their first choice is dead and gone forever. And I don’t know how to make that sound nice.

[slurrmp]

DAY TWO - CHRISTMAS SHOPPING

                  it’s hard finding the perfect present for an alien that                   seemingly has it all. christmas shopping is always                   hard but shopping for the doctor was harder.

here we go, day two, finally. that last week went so quickly i’m gonna cry. christmas is gonna come around so fast and this is gonna fall out from under me. this one is a little short and doesn't actually involve the doctor, but that’s only because i really didn’t have any other ideas. don’t forget, y’all can tag me in your christmas prompts as well! anyway listen to THIS if you want the ambience of a christmas market to set the mood x

words: 1326 warnings: none just wholesome bonding with yaz.

“What the hell do you get someone that has everything already?” The question pulls a pout to your lips. You stood just on top of the steps, the awful feeling of sand between your toes made your brows furrow. Looking down at your feet, you tried your best to brush the sand away. You were at one end of the South Bank Christmas Markets. You were back in Australia. This was your home. It was hot, sticky hot. You and Yaz were wearing pretty much nothing but your bathers with your beach towels wrapped around your waists. You had just gotten out of the water and made the short walk to the markets, you were to meet up with Dan for dinner but it was hard to pin him down. He was supposed to stay with the Doctor, to make sure that she didn’t wander off anywhere too far. Make sure she didn’t bring any unwanted trouble.

The sun was just setting, lighting the sky with brilliant shades of pink and red. It would be even hotter tomorrow you could tell. A bunch of people were milling about, the low hum of people’s voices all blended together. You loved Christmas Markets, probably one of your favourite things to do around this time of year.

“I’m gonna be honest with you -” Yaz looked up at you, she stood a couple of steps below you - a slightly sympathetic look crossing her features. “I have no idea.” There’s a snort that leaves you. “I mean I’m having a hard time thinking of what to get Dan.” Her own lips pulled into a pout, as the pair of you took the steps down, and lingered at the start of the market walkway. A band was playing somewhere down the street and it distracted you enough that you weren’t looking where you were going and someone bumped into your shoulder. You frowned in annoyance but they had let a quick apology escape their lips as they continued to chase after their escaping toddler. Your brows softened and you hiked up the beach towel, before reaching over and grabbing onto Yaz’s hand. You didn’t really feel like losing each other in this crowd.

“How about we just walk down one side and see what we can find?” You suggested. The market went on for almost a kilometre. People of all ages were here, many young families. Kids screaming and laughing, a feeling that you sometimes missed. There was even a surplus of dogs, which instantly made your mood brighten. Yaz nodded her head before she squeezed your hand. She shifted her backpack onto her opposite shoulder. “For Dan, I think he’d enjoy something homemade.” You finally answered her statement as you began to make your way through the large crowd of people. You were walking past the food tents and the smell of buttery popcorn, street food and even wine filled your senses. It made your mouth water. You and Yaz had spent pretty much the entire day in the water, not once stopping to act. You were starving. 

“I know that he’s a big history nerd,” Yaz said as she pulled you to a sudden stop. You almost whacked into the back of her, when you spotted why she had stopped. You were standing in front of a tent that was selling hand-made boomerangs and dot paintings.

“Oh, he’d love one of those.” There��s a grin as you curled into her side, pointing over her shoulder. You loved Christmas Markets, but Christmas shopping was hard. Shopping for the Doctor was harder. You didn’t want your present to be too personal (you really weren’t ready for that conversation to come up yet) but you also didn’t want it to be too cheap either. You needed a present that said you cared but as a friend. You needed something that the Doctor didn’t have any of yet and that she would love. The small family that was working the tent consisted of a very beautiful Aboriginal mother and her two sons. She was delighted to sell Yaz the boomerang and even a painting. She wrapped it as well. “Oh, he’s gonna love these.” Yaz beamed as she turned on her heel, after thanking the family. She grinned at you. “Now, just for your present for the Doctor.”

She started tugging you along. You had to pull up your towel again, otherwise, you knew that you would surely trip over it and fall flat on your face. You walked in silence for a couple of minutes, just listening to people around and the soft jazzy Christmas music that filled the air. That was until you spotted it. “Yaz!” You called jerking the woman to a stop. The group of people behind you grumbled lightly as they just missed collecting you on the shoulder, stepping around you with heavy sighs. You ignored them though, your eyes not once leaving the tent. “Look!” You pointed to the vendor on the opposite side of the walkway. Displayed neatly on stands, stood what looked like hand-crafted photo albums.

“Oh!” Yaz exclaimed as you looked at each other. “A photo album?” She questioned as the pair of you shoved through the crowd, making it to the other side.

“A photo album!” Dan adored taking photos. No matter where you went, no matter when you went, you had to take at least one picture of your trip. Even if no one else could see it. “We can put all of the photos that Dan took. That we took.” Your fingers ran over an album that was painted in a strikingly familiar shade of blue.

“All handcrafted.” A new voice piped up. You looked up and spotted the man who was sitting in his camping chair, a beer in one hand and the other adjusting something on the table in front of him. “My wife loves making them. All with vegan leather too.” He finished and a grin crossed your lips.

“Oh, I love it.” You were afraid to even open it, not wanting to crack the spine just yet. The bow that held the book together was even a beautiful shade of dark blue as well. “How much?” The old man shifted, placing his beer in the stubby holder and stood up, a groan escaping him and you had to stop yourself from giggling into Yaz’s shoulder.

“About $100.” Your lips pursed at the price but you justified it to yourself. They were all handmade, they looked like they were hand-painted too. Vegan leather, and the absolute perfect shade of blue. You looked at Yaz, who had already pulled out her phone. Looking back at the old man, you grinned. “Okay - we’ll take it.” He cracked a grin in return.

“Fair dinkum.” He replied. “The misses is on her break at the moment but she will be over the moon when she returns. That was her favourite.” The man took the album off the table. “Is it for someone special? Shall I wrap it?” A blush spread across your cheeks and you stammered for a second.

“It most certainly is,” Yaz answered for you and you nudged her in the side with your elbow. The man laughed.

“Of course, of course.” He shuffled to the table that was at the back of the tent. “Can see it in your eyes, love.” Your blush deepened and Yaz laughed. “It will be a lovely Christmas gift.” There was silence for a couple of seconds, as you watched the old man wrap the book. Once he was finished, he turned around and handed it to you. Then Yaz tapped her phone against the EFTPOS machine. Saying your goodbyes, you turned around.

“Now can we go find Dan and the Doctor?” Yaz spoke up. A laugh left you as you placed the wrapped present into Yaz’s backpack. “I’m starving.” You nodded.

“Course, I’m fucking starving as well.”

[broadwaybalogna]

1:34 in the morning and goddamn i just had to write the one shot

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Shouyou knew something was wrong. From the moment she stepped into his house and greeted his mom. From the moment she hugged Natsu and sang her old nursery rhyme. And from the moment she sat down at the dinner table, hands clenched in tight balls by her side as she maintained her same fake smile.

She was his childhood friend, they’d play games outside in the heat of the summer, and gossip about how annoying their younger siblings were with one another.

It must’ve been a shock when she asked for “Shiko” and he responded with his new low masculine voice. And it had to have been a shock when he ran down the stairs and hugged her, his breasts compacted in a tight binder. And god, of course it was a shock when he said he wasn’t just a tomboy like he thought when he was younger, but rather, an actual boy. But she made no signs of discomfort. No looks of confusion or disgust. She just smiled. And Shouyou figured that would be the end of it. It was just Shouyou, he was no longer “Shiko”.

But nothing lasts forever, and the signs just kept showing up. But she was his childhood friend. You trust those people with your life. He can’t just throw it away. So he ignores the stares from her when she thinks he isn’t looking. And he ignores how she slightly scoots away whenever he gets too close. And sure, he’ll ignore the chuckles from her when she’s texting on her phone and he asks “what are you talking about?” And she just looks him up and down. And yeah, whatever, he’ll ignore the now blatant stares she gives him when they pass each other in the halls of school. Because of course l, who wouldn’t act that way when their childhood friend who was a girl is now a boy. And now that you’ve set up going to the same school as each other, and meeting each other for dinner twice a week, and joining the volleyball club as a manager, who wouldn’t feel a little uncomfortable.

But their childhood friends. And childhood friends stick together no matter what.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

“Hey, where’s this coming from?” Shouyou asks, flustered.

“C’mon, there’s gotta be someone.” She groans.

“Well i mean, there’s this guy-“ He starts, but in the corner of his eye, he watches her face flinch, as if a fly has just landed on his nose. He ignores it. “You should know him, he’s actually on the volleyball team.”

“He is? Well now you gotta tell me.” She leans in close to Shouyou’s face.

“Well uh, you know the guy that’s always kind of mean to me? The one with the black hair and bangs?” She almost lets out a chuckle at Shouyou’s description.

“Yeah~” she answers.

“I don’t know how it happened, one day I just sorta knew. And it was crazy because you never really expect that sort of thing to happen to you but then it does and like it drives you nuts and you don’t know what to do and- sorry I’m babbling”

“Well it sounds like you got your work cut out for yourself.” She gets yo to leave, flexing her obvious fake smile.

But they’re childhood friends, he’s got nothing to worry about.

-

Shouyou had run late to morning practice. His alarm didn’t go off and now he was 5 minutes late. He hiked like never before so he wouldn’t be any later than he already was, and he ran off his bike and rushed to open the gym doors.

“-totally a weirdo.” He’d run in on something. She was showing them all something on her phone.

Everyone was looking at him weirdly. They all looked.. confused? Scared? Disgusted? Mad? He couldn’t make it out.

He walked toward the middle of the room where everyone was surrounding her and his phone which obviously had something on it. He looked at the bright screen. It was a photo of the two of them in a sandbox when they were younger, before he transitioned. His hair was in tight pig tails and he was wearing a long float summer dress.

Shouyou stumbled away from where everyone was gathered. Thoughts rushing through his head. WHI did she- Why would she- what made her even think to do this.

“Doesn’t she look just adorable?” She asked the group, looking over at someone in the middle. He followed her eyes and spotted Kageyama.

No.

No please no.

He wasn’t supposed to know.

No one was.

This isn’t fair.

Their childhood friends.

He ignored everything.

He made sure she was comfortable.

Was she really faking it the entire time?

Shouyou feels himself trembling and before he knows it, he’s running.