#sushi apologises

[lcriedlastnight]

Accidentally saying I love you with Lando

tysm for your request anon, i appreciate it so much! p.s lando deserved that win today. max verstappen i am inside your walls.

tw: fem!reader, short and sweet, swears, lmk if there's anything you want me to add.

w/c: 1k

you and were a newer thing. you weren't new new, but new enough that you have not said those three little words to each other yet. you knew you loved lando since the third date, when even though he didn't like seafood, literally couldn't even stand being near the stuff, he took you to a sushi restaurant because you had never tried sushi and you wanted to give it a go. turns out you didn't like it either.

there had been a few times where you had almost let the words slip out your mouth but you had managed to bite your tongue at the last second. you would tell him when you were ready and when the time felt right.

lando was currently in spain for the spanish grand prix and this one was difficult. it was only the first race out of the three in the triple header and yet here you were, laying in yours and lando's shared bed, on facetime to him, close to tears. just seeing his face made you miss him more.

"come on honey, don't cry. don't do this to me. i don't want to watch you cry." lando frowns from his own hotel bed, the sheets too white compared to his usual ones. the bed too empty without you. you were usually really good with the distance but this was your first triple header with lando. there were double headers but even with those you made it to the last race so it was even less time. this time around you can't even go to one.

you sniffle as you try to stop your tears. you wipe your eyes with the sleeves of lando's jumper. "i know. i'm sorry. it's not your fault. i just miss you a lot tonight, lan." you express.

you can see lando nodding along with your words as you speak, you know it's not easy on him either. you sigh.

"okay. sorry. we can talk about something else now." you try your best to shake off the sadness. you can always cry when lando hangs up the phone.

"don't apologise, my sweet girl. i know it's hard, i'll try speak to you as much as i can. and i know i'll be busy but i'm back in monaco for the next three tuesdays." lando tried to find a positive in all of this. it was difficult.

you nod, with a hum taking his word into account. "not gonna let go of you for the full night on the tuesdays." you insist with such determination it makes lando's heart melt.

"is that a threat or a promise?" he asks, cheekily. that stupid smirk on his face as he tries his best to make you laugh. it works, not because it's funny but because his smirk always made you laugh.

"promise." you say through giggles. lando laughs along with you until he checks the time on the top of his phone. he sighs as it reads two am.

"m' gonna have to go now, honey. it's gettin' a little late." lando frowns like the words actually hurt him physically to say. you frown too but you understand so you don't put up any fight.

"g'night lan. speak to you tomorrow. i'm not working so call whenever you can i'll keep my day free for you." you bid him goodnight and send him a kiss through the phone screen. lando smiles at your cute gesture.

"night, honey. i'll call you whenever i can. i love you." it is quick but you catch it. lando blows you a kiss then ends the call. you didn't get a chance to say anything back. you don't think he even realises he said it. well he will now he's laying thinking about it. you think to yourself as you settle down on lando's side of the bed and fall asleep.

it's not until he returns home that it's spoken about. you are happy he loves you too and you are even happier that you didn't say it first. you were scared that if you said it first and lando didn't feel the same then he would break up with you. you let your mind carry you away sometimes.

you wait on the couch in your living room for lando to come in. you hear his key in the lock and the rolling of the wheels on his suitcase through the doorway. it makes you giddy but instead of leaping off the couch you stay where you are. lando notices you there and makes his way to you. he doesn't give you time to think before he is wrapping you up in a hug.

your head resting in the crook of his neck as he picks you up in the hug. you laugh at his strength. when your giggles die down thats when you hear him. he's mutter a quiet stream of "i love you"'s into your ear. this is when the tears spring to your eyes again. you pull his head out of your neck to really look at him.

"i love you too. you didn't let me say it back last time." you try to slip the joke in but lando doesn't laugh. no, he just springs forward, lips locking with yours in the sweetest kiss you've had yet from the brit. he pulls away put sends a quick few pecks to your lips, because he can never get enough of you.

you both spend the rest of the day repeating those words to each other like you have just found out what they mean. lando literally feels the need to shout them to everyone he see's in the airport as you wave him goodbye the next again.

while lando is on the flight with no internet he spends his free time typing the words 'i love you' out individually, over and over again then sending it to you just before he lands so that when he does actually land and you get the message. you will be reminded that you are all he thinks about even when you aren't with him.

[brainddeadd]

Operation: get them together already

Nico Hischier x fem!reader

Jack Hughes x fem!reader (platonic)

Quinn Hughes x fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: fluff, reader has anxiety, reader grew up with the Hughes brothers, reader has curly hair cause this is a self indulgent fic, Jack refers to reader as 'Bub', dramatic Nico, surprisingly useful Jack, protective Quinn, dramatic reader, surprisingly useful Quinn, Quinn refers to reader as 'Squirt', shitty ex mentioned, Hughes bros call shitty ex 'dickhead', use of Y/n and Y/n/n

Schatz: treasure/sweetheart

Nico tells his sister about you almost immediately.

They have a call about a week after you and Nico meet, and Nico tells her about you in that call. She's shocked because he never tells her about the girls he's seeing, but she doesn't mention it. She let's Nico tell her all about the pretty girl he met, the one with wild curls and pretty smile.

The next time they talk, two weeks later, Nico doesn't mention you. She doesn't ask, she knows better than to pry, but she's disappointed.

It's not until she three months later, when she sees Nico in person that she risks it.

"Whatever happened to that girl you were talking about?" She has to fight to keep her voice casual and nonchalant. A blush grows on Nico's face, flowing over his neck and tinging his ears a deep pink and she has to bite her lip to keep from teasing him about being in love.

"She's good, we're.." Nico lets out a long suffering sigh. "We're friends."

Nina can't help the giggle that bursts from her body at how agonised he sounds by that, the disgust tinging his voice as he says the word, like it's offended him.

"Friends is good," Nina shrugs, a hand coming to rest on her brother's shoulder. "It's a good starting place."

Nico shrugs, looking away and Nina knows that she needs to change the subject before he shuts her our completely.

"Ok!" Her hands slap against her thighs, shoving herself to a standing position. "You promised me sushi."

~~

Nina meets you a week before she's due to fly back to Switzerland.

She goes to a game and you're there, sporting a #13 jersey and a wide grin.

"I'm Nina, Nico's sister," she offers you her hand, but you knock it to the side, pulling the woman into a hug.

"It's so nice to meet you!" You're buzzing with energy, barely able to keep up with conversations, too busy focusing on the game below.

"Y/N's like this at every game," Laura, Jack's girlfriend informs Nina, a fond smile on her face. "Has been since we teenagers."

"You grew up together?"

"Yeah," Laura nods, "Since we were twelve. She always gets lost in the game."

"Oh, I thought she was here with Nico."

"She's with me, and used to wear standard merch, no numbers, cause the Hughes boys would start a fight over which number we wore, but now she wears a number 13 jersey. "

Nico chooses that moment to score, and you're the loudest in the room. Nina joins you.

~~

"I'm so sorry," you're voice startles Nina, dragging her attention from her phone. You're standing next to her, head bent slightly.

"For what?" Nina tilts her head.

"I was rude in the box," you start to say, but she shakes her head.

"Please don't apologise to me for loving hockey and my brother- SUPPorting my brother." Nina shakes her head. "I haven't had that much fun at a game in a while."

Nico comes strolling over, cursing under his breath when he sees his sister standing with you.

"Nina, schatz," his voice breaks the two of you away from your conversation, but Nina doesn't miss the flash of confusion on your face when he uses that name for you.

"Good game, bro," Nina slaps him on the shoulder and you smile, nodding.

"Congratulations," Nina hasn't heard your voice that quiet all evening. "I, uh, better go.. to, yeah.. Congratulations! It was nice meeting you Nina!"

The siblings watch you scramble away, and Nina takes note of how Nico sighs in defeat next to her.

~~

"Neeks, I'm telling you, she's into you," Jack groans, throwing his head back as Nina enters the room. "Morning Nina."

"Morning Jack," she smiles tiredly, her gaze shifting to Nico, who's perched on the edge of the couch, head in his hands.

"She hates my guts Jack." Nico mutters. "She can't get away from me fast enough!"

"She's shy!" Jack cries out, hands falling over his face, exasperated. "She's always been shy! And then her ex fucked shit up, so now she doesn't handle feeling feelings well."

"Neeks, I agree with Jack," Nina offers her opinion and Nico groans, throwing his body back on the couch, before letting himself slide dramatically to the floor.

"I must have done something to upset her or scare her or something-"

"You didn't do shit, cap," Jack's voice is strained, like he's holding in a laugh. "That was all dickhead."

Nina notices the way Jack's shoulders tense as he talks about your ex, the protective edge that bleeds into his voice and wonders what damage the Hughes brothers must have inflicted on the boy when everything went down.

"I just.." Nico sighs, again, and Nina fights to hold back her eye roll, taking in the disheveled appearance of her brother clearly. "I don't know what to do."

"Talk to her," Jack says and Nico shoots him a glare. "No no, I mean it. Bub hates miscommunication and she'd be so mad at herself if she knew that you were like this."

Jack slides onto the floor next to Nico.

"Bub has never been good at expressing her emotions and her ex made her feel like shit when she did, you know this Neeks," Jack's shoulders tense again and he rolls his head to the side, cracking his neck. "She's terrified, but not of you."

~~

".. And then I fucken ran away! Like a coward! Again!" You wail towards the phone, missing the way Quinn rolls his eyes at you.

"It can't have been that bad," he mutters, a hand running through his hair as you finally settle onto your couch.

"It was," Lauren's voice chimes, her head poking around the front of the phone to shoot Quinn a smile as she continues to the kitchen for coffee, having already heard your rant.

"Ok," Quinn winces, "even if it was, whichitprobablywasn't, Nico's a chill guy."

Grabbing a pillow, you flop back dramatically on the couch, your legs flailing wildly as you scream into the pillow. Quinn screenshots the scene, pulling his phone too close to his face as he shoots the images off to the "operation: get them together already" groupchat, with the caption:

"was it this actually this bad?"

"worse" is the response Jack sends, accompanied by his own photo of Nico sprawled out on the floor of his apartment, arms thrown over his head and a dejected look on his face.

Quinn grunts, placing his phone back down just in time to see tears well up in your eyes.

"Hey hey hey Squirt, what's happening?" Panic bleeds into Quinn's voice and he curses the day he let you move in with his dumbass brothers instead of him. "Squirt, talk to me."

~~

Nina is added to the "operation: get them together already" groupchat that day, and Jack lets her scroll back through the messages on his phone, her eyes widening as she sees the chaos that has unfolded over the past few months.

Nina: what's the plan?

Luke: Lock them in a room together and don't let them out until they confess ??

Quinn: we are NOT locking my Squirt in a room with ANY man. Ever.

Jack: set them up on a blind date together ??

Quinn: she'd panic.

Laura: double date with Jack and I ?? then we just bail

Jack: im down

Quinn: jack you're not bailing on your captain

Quinn: and she'd be left wondering if she upset you

Laura: good point

Luke: fuck dickhead

Nina: I could invite her over to hang out, saying I got her number for Laura or Jack.

Nina: I do genuinely want to be friends with her and get to know her

Nina: then I could just.. simply be running late from an errand.. and her and Nico can have time alone

Quinn: that works.

Nina: out of curiosity.. what's the name, address and number of this dickhead.. i just wanna talk

~~

Nina sends you a message the following day, once she's had time to gather her nerve, reminding herself that Nico will forgive her.. one day.

Nina: Hey Y/N! It's Nina Hischier. I'm sorry if this is weird, but I got your number from Jack and Laura, I hope that's ok! I had a great time with you at the game and I was just wondering if you'd want to hang out before I go back to Switzerland? It's all good if not!

Y/n: Hi Nina! Not weird at all! I had fun with you too! I'd love to see you before you leave. When works for you?

Nina asks if you could meet at Nico's before going out, claiming that she didn't know the city well and didn't want to risk getting lost. You agreed, hesitantly, asking if Nico was ok with you being there, to which she assured you he was.

~~

5pm on Friday evening, a rare Friday off for the team, you're knocking on Nico's door. He swings the door open, hair flopping in his face and a confused look on his face, which only deepens when he sees you.

"Y/n?" His voice is deep and it's clear from the gravelly tone that he'd been asleep.

"Sorry!" You squeak. "Nina asked me to hang out but asked me to meet her here, because she doesn't know the city that well."

Nico frowns at that, knowing that Nina knows her way around the city well, after him living here for so long.

"Come in," he ushers you into his apartment, and you pull out your phone to text Nina, only to see one from her.

Nina: I am so sorry! I am running a few minutes late from an errand I was doing! I will be there soon!

"Ah.. she's running late.. an errand.." you inform Nico, your eyes locking onto the floor. "I'll.. go wait in.. in the car."

"Stay," Nico rushes out, hand waving through the air. "It's cold and.. and.. uhh, just.. just stay, please."

You blink for a moment, eye's searching his face for any hint of a joke, before you nod slowly. His shoulders relax, a soft smile taking over his face.

"Uh... would you like.. anything?" Nico asks, his hand coming up to the back of his neck bashfully.

"No, I'm ok, thank you," you smile at him, hands shaking at the proximity. Nico nods, and gestures to the couch a moment later.

"Sit.. please, uhh, she might be a moment.." Nico sighs in relief when you agree, moving carefully though his apartment, as if you were scared to disturb the air with your presence. "I uhh, tv?"

Nico winces at himself, feeling his ears begin to burn.

"Sure, Nico," your voice is soft, but he can hear that the shaky hint that normally takes over your voice has died down slightly. "Whatever you want."

He nods stiffly, turning to the tv, before hesitating with his hand half-way to the remote.

"Can- can I ask you a question?" He shocks himself when he says it, but he can't take it back.

"Sure," you look at him, head tilted to the side slightly, a curl falling across your cheek, one that he desperately wants to tuck behind your ear and feel under his fingertips, and he really can't be blamed for the words that follow.

"Do you hate me?" Alarmed, you stand, turning to him, eyes wide and hair flying around you. Nico follows your movements, standing in front of you.

"What?!" You're panicked, he can tell and he curses himself.

"No! That came out wrong! I just-" Nico sighs, his head falling forwards and his shoulders curve in on themselves slightly. "Every time I'm around, you run away and I just.. if I did something, let me know so I can fix it... please, Schatz."

Your hands shake, which Nico can see from his hunched over position, his fingers itching to take yours in his and hold you close.

"I don't hate you Nico," you assure him. "I could never."

He stands up straighter at that, confusion bleeding into his expression.

"Then.. why?" You can feel your face heating up at the question, and he can feel the realisation dawning on him. "Do you.. are we.. was Jack right?"

Frowning you raise an eyebrow, to which Nico shakes his head.

"I like you romantically, Schatz," Nico's voice turns soft, and his accent is a bit thicker. "I want to take you on a date. If you'll let me."

"I-" you can't stop the grin that stretches across your face. "I would love that."

~~

Nico tells Nina about his proposal plan first.

[annievrse]

die for you

dazai x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: you and dazai sort out your little dispute. w/c: 1.4k c/w: mention of suicide, swearing, arguing, angst a/n: posting from the deep dark depths of hell (aka class). i literally have no idea what possessed me to write this - i was given orders in the dead of night.....

Sighing loudly, you glance at Dazai from your desk, your head resting on your folded arms.

“If you want something, you gotta use your words,” he says without looking up from his paperwork. You scowl at him, suspicious of why he’s so focused on something he despises.

Turning your head toward Atsushi’s desk, where the teenager is deep in concentration, his forehead creased and eyes squinting at his laptop screen, you call his name.

“‘Sushi,” you whisper, summoning him over.

Desperate for a distraction, Atsushi responds immediately, rolling his chair over to your desk. His knees bump into yours, and you roll back a little.

“What’s up?” he asks, toying with his tie. The suddenness of lasers on the back of your head makes you snicker.

Closing your eyes, you sigh again. “I’m so tired.”

Atsushi’s eyes widen, concern glazing over his expression. “Oh! Why? Did you not get enough sleep last night?”

“Something like that,” you mumble.

“Huh,” Atsushi contemplates, looking around the office. “I can see if Kunikida still has his blankets in the storeroom. Do you wanna nap?”

“No," Shaking your head, the corners of your lips turn upwards. "All I want is for someone to apologise."

The volume of your voice pushes Atsushi into speechlessness, his eyes darting behind you momentarily. "This sounds domestic..."

You wave your hand in dismissal, scoffing.

"Have you eaten?" you ask, peering at the clock. "Wanna get lunch?"

Atsushi shakes his head but awkwardly throws his thumb over his shoulder. "I should finish this. Kunikida will kill me if I don't."

You nod solemnly, watching your colleague roll back behind his desk. Rubbing your eye, you reluctantly turn your attention back to the man at the table 6 paces away.

He's ignoring you, even though it's his fault. You contemplate asking Dazai to get food with you, but you're mad. So, you roll your eyes and stand, reaching down the grab your bag strap.

"Okay, bye."

The office is silent as you leave, Kenji the only one returning your bid farewell.

Stomping down the stairs because the elevator doesn't allow you to express your frustration, you imitate Dazai's voice as you descend. "Oh, how was I meant to know? Blah, blah, blah-"

But your frown deepens as you exit the stairs on the level of the cafe. "Chuuya."

The redhead straightens at the sound of his name and spins around. "What do you want?" His eyes narrow at the sight of you.

You tilt your head, eyes lifting to the ceiling. "You're in my building. Shouldn't I be the one asking you?"

Rolling his eyes so far back you swear he can see his brain, Chuuya huffs and crosses his arms. "Boss put me in charge of watching the Agency for the day," he sighs, looking you up and down. "So far, it's boring and agitating."

"Yeah, well," you shrug, stepping up to the cafe counter. "That's what happens when you're unbelievably paranoid."

You can feel the heat radiating off Chuuya when you turn back to him after ordering. "Got a problem?"

"Where is he?"

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips. "Dazai is none of your business, and he's none of mine either."

Chuuya physically jerks, his eyes popping out of his head. "What?"

Again, you shrug one shoulder and make your way towards a booth, sliding into it. To your dismay, Chuuya slips into the opposite side.

"Yes?"

He shakes his head. "You and Dazai-"

"Are in an argument right now," You rest your chin on your palm. "So what he does is none of my concern."

"Please," Chuuya scoffs. "That guy is weirdly obsessed with you, and you know it, has been since I met the bastard."

You don't reply, thanking the waitress when she sets your cup and saucer on the table.

Meeting his eye, your shoulders drop. "What are you? A couples counsellor?"

Chuuya taps his foot relentlessly on the floor, and the sound drives you to kick his shin. "Fuck off!"

"Why are you talking to me?" You ask, sipping your drink, eyeing him suspiciously. "If you want me to fix your hat again, sorry, I'm out of business."

Chuuya's lips press into a white slash, and you stop yourself from laughing.

"Chuuya!"

The familiar voice has you frozen. Chuuya's scowl deepens, and he stands, attention entirely off you.

"Dazai."

You don't dare look at the man standing at the end of the table, whose eyes are concentrated on you. "Whatcha doing here, slug?"

Chuuya replies, but you don't hear him. Dazai's gaze remains on you, blocking out his ex-partner's babble.

"That's so great," He exclaims to Chuuya. "Come with me," Dazai says, reaching his hand out to you. You inhale sharply and take his palm.

Chuuya shakes his head in perplexity, glowering. "You two are weird, you know that?"

Stepping out into the street, you squint your eyes against the glare of the sun. Dropping his hand, you stalk down the street.

Dazai makes no complaint and follows you, taking a few steps too many and bumping into you. Turning to face him, you glare.

Dazai sighs, his hair tickling your forehead as he looks down at you.

You lean back dramatically. "Why're you so close?"

Dazai's expression remains the same, his frown causing the crease between his brows to deepen. "This is a normal distance for us, bella."

Huffing, you reach to smooth out the groove, rubbing your thumb over his forehead. "You'll get wrinkles."

"We need to talk."

Dropping your arm, you feel your throat close and shake your head. You train your eyes on the fraying bandages on his neck, biting your lip in concentration as you try to remember if you picked up any at the grocery store yesterday. "You need to replace your bandages."

Dazai says your name sternly, running his hand over his face.

You glare up at him. "Well, talk then!"

Screwing his eyes shut, Dazai looks at the ground. "I can't!"

"Argh!" You take a step back, frustrated.

"My problem," you start. "Is that I can't do anything without you interfering."

Dazai's jaw is clenched when he looks at you.

"I'm a part of this agency for a reason, Dazai. If I can't go on missions, then what am I good for?"

"I don't want to see you hurt!" He yells, his voice echoing down the street. Your frown lessens but remains.

"Okay!" You counter. "And what of me then? Do I not get any say in what happens to you?"

"I deserve whatever comes for me, you know that."

You push your fingers into your closed eyes, hoping the tears will stay away. "4 years..."

Dazai says nothing, allowing you to continue.

"4 years since we left, 4 years since Odasaku died, and you still feel like you don't deserve anything good."

At his shaky inhale, you peer up at him. Dazai swallows thickly.

"God, Dazai," you cry. "When will you accept that I won't leave you because of who you are? What you did in the past doesn't matter to me! Hell, look what I did when we were tied to the mafia."

He sighs. "You're an angel-"

Laughing bitterly, you pin your stare on him. "You wanna say that to the girl who tortured thousands of people? Who gets a little trigger-happy and has to be knocked out to stop because she can't, for the life of her, allow anything bad to happen to you?"

Tears spill down your cheeks as you rant, hiccups cutting off your words. "I would die for you, Osamu."

With red eyes, Dazai looks down at you. He chews his bottom lip until it bleeds, and you wipe away the red trickle with your thumb.

Dazai brings his hand to your cheek. "I would die for you, too."

"I know you would. I don't doubt your love for me. All I'm asking," you whisper. "Is that you let me do things for the Agency, no matter the risk."

Dazai sighs softly, his breath fanning your mouth. "I can try, but there's no promise that I won't be right next to you every time."

"Dazai-"

"You can't stop me from tagging along," He smirks. "We're partners, remember?"

You roll your eyes. "Kunikida is your partner."

Dazai grabs your wrist to check the time on your watch. "As of an hour ago, he's Atsushi's partner."

Your jaw drops, and your hand freezes at his waist. "Really? You're my partner?"

"I can't let you die all on your own, can I?" Dazai chuckles deeply, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you against him, shoving his face into your neck. "It's my dream to carry out double suicide, remember?"

You shake your head, giggling, and pull him closer. "You're a menace."

"Anything to keep you safe," He whispers.

You pull your face back to look at him. "Now, you're gonna have me at your side telling you not to do stupid shit."

Dazai smiles. "And I will for the rest of my life."

"In life and death, my love."

[local-crying-boy]

ℂ 𝕆 𝔻 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕙 𝕖 𝕒 𝕕 𝕔 𝕒 𝕟 𝕟 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤

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How they are like in a relationship

Characters included: Captain John Price, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

A/N: got a little lazy towards the end, I apologise. I was running out of ideas for Alejandro and Rudy :(

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Captain John Price

More husband vibe than boyfriend vibe

Since he's older, he's much more respectful and kinder than the other men.

Of course the others are also hella respectful, but there's something to Price that just gives off the vibe that he'd immediately put your needs in front of his without a second thought.

He's a Captain, as we all know, so he's often busy and being with him means you sign up for a boyfriend/husband that has a busy lifestyle and not much free time

He'd make up for the time he couldn't spend with you, obviously. Never doubt this man

Sometimes he'd shower you in gifts, anything you want. Jewellery? You got it. Expensive clothing? He's rushing to find it. Flowers? Name which ones, he'd get you every single one that he can get his hands on

Sometimes he'd take out someplace nice, anywhere you want, anytime you want. Fancy restaurant? Pizza? Sushi? If you can name it, he can find a place.

Sometimes he'd simply cover you in kisses, hugging you and taking you someplace where you can just embrace each other for however long you are able to.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Total sweetheart, let’s be honest

He's super sweet and gentle with his touches and his kisses

He always takes time with showing affection with you, arms around you tightly as he hides in face in your neck while you hug

And cuddling with him in bed means, without saying, that you two are just going to be tangled together in a loving embrace unless it is too hot for the both of you.

Comes home to you and immediately wraps his arms around you, whispering how much he missed you while he was away

Sit down meal with this one.

Cuddles and kisses and affection and everything!

He missed you so much, he just wants some quality time with his partner after being away for so long

We all know that our favourites are going to away for long periods of time, and we all know that our boy Gaz is going to feel really guilty if he's got a partner waiting up at home

Well, not all the time, since the Task Force 141 is always dealing with life or death situations. He's not ALWAYS going to be worrying about you when he's stuck in heavy gunfire

But he would always try and call you when he is free, that is a given

Sometimes they'd be quick calls, just a simple checking in on you so he knew that you were safe and happy while he was away.

However, sometimes he'd have enough time to have a call with you that would last a couple hours

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Affectionate mf

You can see it from a damn mile away

Before leaving for his deployment, he's always peppering your face with kisses and hugging you tightly with his head resting on top of yours. He would stay like that for hours if duty didn't call.

Clingy asf when he comes home.

Not apposed to some sex too. I mean, the man has been away from you for far too long and he misses his love

He's the type to kiss all over your face when you get home. BIG bear hug as he picks you up and spins you around before settling on the sofa for a cuddle (you anything else your up to).

Although he's busy, he'd always find a way to message you throughout the day. Whenever he can safely get his phone out, anyway.

It's during the late evening when he tends to call you while he is away.

Especially after a tough day, all he wants to do is hear you voice, listen to you rant on about your day.

Even when you are miles away from each other, even when he can't even see your face, you are always able to calm him down.

Granted there are other ways to calm him down.

He's not above a little special time while calling you (ifykyk)

And if you're on different time zones, or you can't call. Then expect a message from him for you to send him a picture.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Unlike the others, our favourite Lieutenant is a little bit less touchy, especially if you two are in the early stages of your relationship.

Once he starts to warm up and he realises that he loves you and that it's going to be you and him taking care of one another, than that is when he gets more affectionate, more open with his feelings.

He tends to be more reserved in public, you'd be lucky if you get a proper hug from him while in the park or in a shop. The best you'd get is hand holding while out and about.

However, at home, he's much less reserved.

Arms around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder or the top of your head (depending on your height)

This man is less likely to talk about his feelings, so be ready for that.

If he comes home from deployment clearly distressed or unhappy, give him time to talk to you about it. He wouldn't want the love of his life exposed to the horrors of war.

Though, he would come and give you a hug if you two have been together for a considerable amount of time.

When he's like this, best to just let him be. Give him the hugs he wants people!

Like the others, he will try his best to talk to you while he's deployed.

Though, expect his messages to be short 'are you okay?' texts rather than longer conversations like the others may have

Of course, however, in the later hours, he will try and have a decent conversation with you instead of quick check up messages that can barely be considered a conversation.

He'll text you for a few hours, two maybe three if he can. He'll try and hear all about your day, but he may not remember it all. He works hard after all, and the only time you two can talk is when he is exhausted and ready to sleep.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro <3

He's a big softie, lets be honest.

Kisses on the back of your hand and on your cheek, but long kisses planted gently on your lips when he really wants to show you how much he loves you

He'll definitely call you names in Spanish and WILL NOT tell you what they mean. This mf will only laugh it off and kiss the top of your head

For all you know, he could be calling you insults and you wouldn't know

If you end up learning Spanish and he returns from deployment to you speaking decent Spanish to you, he's super happy (kind of bummed that he can't tease you without you knowing now)

This guy will accidently almost break your bones with how hard he hugs you before leaving after being called for deployment

You have to tell him that you're going to break with a breathy laugh

He'd let go and apologise, but will cup your face and give you a small (clique) speech about how he much he loves you and how much he will miss you

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Just like Alejandro, big ol' softie when it comes to his girlfriend/boyfriend

He's more partial to forehead kisses and innocent kisses on your neck (especially when the two of you are hugging/cuddling)

And, of course just like Alejandro, he will call you pet names in Spanish.

Unlike Alejandro, he'll be happy to tell you what they mean, because it means that you are curious to learn Spanish, even if it is a little bit.

Before he leaves for deployment, big old kiss on the lips and a hug with his arms wrapped around your ribs

He'd murmur soft 'I love you's and 'I'll miss you's

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[mitsuristoleme]

He Got That Boyish Look That I Like in a Man

written for @satoruoo as part of the Jjk Secret Santa (i hope you like it)

cw: aged up!yuuji. and by extension other characters. suggestive. fluff. mention of my poly!stsg x reader throuple. gojo and geto’s spouse referred to as [t/n] because technically they’re also a reader character and i’m to lazy to give them a name. megumi is a hater. 1.3k words. gojo is a menace but are we really shocked. gojo and geto’s spouse attempts to rizz up reader.

a/n: i actually have no idea how i wrote this but enjoy!! i love yuuji sm

People described yours and Yuuji’s relationship in many different ways.

Nobara was both happy that her two best friends (not that she would ever admit that she considered any of you her best friends) had found love in each other; and jealous that Yuuji had found a significant other before she had.

Megumi was utterly sick of the dumbassery (his words), something about you each being insane enough on your own.

Todo was glad that his brother/ best friend had a significant other but heartbroken because “how are we to talk about Jennifer Lawrence’s butt now?”

Yeah... Todo weirded you out when you first met him. Who yells “What kind of woman is your type?!” when you first meet someone??

Anyway.

You guys had started dating in your first year at Jujutsu High and the past four years that you had been dating were absolutely amazing. Perfect even. Yuuji is an amazing boyfriend. He cooks for you (the meatballs are KILLER), his body temperature is somehow always perfect for cuddling, and the sex is mindblowing.

The first Christmas eve after you graduate, you follow him down the sidewalk, your hands intertwined, heading to have dinner at a restaurant with your old teachers, Fushiguro and Kugisaki. He’s excitedly ranting about the sushi restaurant Gojo-sensei, Geto-sensei, their spouse introduced him to. Admittedly, you’re barely listening, too distrated by the sparkle in his eyes, the bounce in his step, his ever so perfect side profile, and his muscular build accentuated now that hes wearing a fitted t-shirt and jeans instead of his jujutsu high uniform.

Yeah, you’re drooling over your boyfriend. What? It’s not a crime.

“Baby? Baby are you listening? Hello? Earth to y/n?”

Yuuji’s hand waving in front of your face brings you back to reality and you apologise to the boy for ignoring him, albeit not regretting staring at him at all. You grin abashedly as you tell your now pouting boyfriend, “Sorry darling, but really its your fault for looking so sexy and edible.”

His face flushes a warm pink at your words and he pulls you closer by your waist to press a kiss to your hairline. “Say shit like that in public again and we might end up with a problem sweetheart. We wouldn’t want to leave our old teachers hanging now would we?” His voice had dropped to a deep, seductive whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

With his sunshine boy personality, it was easy to forget that Yuuji was inhumanly strong, and a lot less innocent than he appeared on the surface.

The proximity of his face to yours was causing your heart to pound ferociously in your chest, blood rushing to your face, and maybe somewhere else too. His golden eyes shone with mischief and lust, flicking between your eyes and mouth. His grip on your waist tightened as he took his lower lip into his mouth and you had to fight the urge to kiss him senseless in the middle of the street.

“Yuu,” you breathed out, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “We should go or we’ll be extremely late and Kugisaki will never let us live it down.”

He lets out a huff and pouts, but starts walking to the restaurant you were supposed to be at nonetheless.

As soon as you guys enter the restaurant, you’re greeted by over enthusiastic yells by Gojo accompanied by his arms waving in the air to catch your attention.

T/n rises from the their chair and pulls you into an aggressive hug. You laugh as you hug your favourite teacher back, as they repeatedly tell you how pretty you look.

“Sensei, are you trying to steal my girlfriend from me?” Yuuji joked, as he received affectionate but mildly aggressive headpats from Gojo, all while Geto laughed in his seat. All the while, Megumi and Nobara ignored your existence.

“Yeah actually i am. These two aren’t cutting it anymore,” T/n laughs, gesturing to Gojo and Geto, who make gasps of mock offense.

“Thats not what you said last ni-“

Gojo is cut off by his black haired husband getting up and slapping his hand over his mouth. “Not in front of our students, you fool,” he hisses.

You head off to greet Nobara and Megumi as Yuuji chats with your teachers about his upcoming mission.

Megumi looks up disinterestedly from the book he’s reading as you approach. “Hey Thing 1,” he greets. Before you can give him a response to the blatant disrespect, Nobara shoves a Santa cap on your head.

“HO! HO! HO!” you immediately say obnoxiously, taking special care to say it right next to Megumi’s ear. He glares at your triumphant expression and mouths a silent ‘fuck you’.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you slide into the seat next to Yuuji and rest your head on his shoulder. He turns his head, momentarily distracted from the conversation he was having, and smiles at you. That beautiful dazzling smile that leaves you wonderstruck everytime you see it. He wraps an arm around your waist and turns back to his conversation with Geto.

He picks up his drink, condensation around the cold glass, and brings it to his lips. After four years of being together you realise just how attractive you find Yuuji’s hands and arms. They’re muscular and just the right amount of veiny. You’ve always known his hands were attractive, but something about the dim lighting of the restaurant, soft music playing in the background and being pressed against his side that makes you incredibly hyper aware of everything about him.

The rest of the evening passes by with Yuuji hands constantly resting on you, eliciting mock disgusted glares from Megumi, fake retching sounds from Nobara and fond looks from your teachers, who saw their relationship in their younger years in you.

When everyone gets ready to leave, T/n insists on driving “the kids” home. When your teachers’ car pulls up to your apartment complex, you and your boyfriend thank them for the ride and make the way up to your place.

The elevator ride up to your floor is shrouded in comfortable silence, Yuuji’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.

You enter your house a little after midnight, absolutely wiped from the night you had. As fun as it was, keeping up with Gojo and Kugisaki’s energy at the same time could be pretty exhausting.

The small Christmas tree you and Yuuji set up a week ago twinkles away in the corner of the living room as you slip your shoes off. The moment you straighten up after putting away your shoes, Yuuji pulls you into a crushing hug.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he whispers. “You look beautiful everyday but you looked extra beautiful tonight. You’re the only Christmas gift I need baby,” he continues, all sweet and perfect and you want to cry and kiss his face off.

“Well then, its a pity I bought you the collector’s edition of the Human Earthworm movies,” you grin.

He gasps and before he has a chance to respond, you kiss him.

He responds with just as much enthusiasm, kissing you lovingly, even going as far as to lean you back into a dip.

You laugh contently as you break apart and straighten up, still pressed into his body.

“I love you so much, Yuu.”

“I love you too baby.”

He scoops you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom, both of you giggling like middle schoolers. You wash your faces and finish your night routine, smiling at each other and bumping hips.

You settle into the covers with Yuuji pressed against you, your face resting against his chest. His comforting presence was lulling you to sleep. He had always been such a safe space for you, holding you through countless stressful breakdowns.

The last thing you hear before you black out is a soft “Merry Christmas sweetheart, I love you,” followed by a gentle kiss on the crown of your head.

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[daisyblog]

Our Baby

Harry's House Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry have their first ultrasound.

Seven weeks of changes, it was almost like the minute YN found out she was pregnant, the symptoms all hit her at once. Morning sickness was the worst. But whoever decided to call it “morning” sickness clearly didn’t experience it, YN thought to herself. It lingered throughout the day, up until she went to sleep, exhausted from emptying her stomach multiple times a day. When Harry was there, he would be by her side, holding back her hair and rubbing her back but one day without thinking Harry arrived back from his meeting with the boys and their management, with a tray of sushi. As soon as he entered the kitchen and YN was met with the strong smell, she felt her stomach turn and rushed to the bathroom, with Harry following behind.

Once she had wiped her mouth, brushed her teeth and sipped some water, she turned to Harry “You’re banned from eating sushi around me..the baby doesn’t like it”

Harry chuckled to himself “The same as the baby apparently wants to watch pretty little liars on repeat”

“Just get rid of the fish” YN ordered with a glare.

Mood swings were another symptom YN was experiencing and didn’t Harry know about it. She would be crying one minute and shouting the next. Harry found her in the kitchen one morning, milk tipped all over the tiled floor and YN crying whilst trying to mop it up, and when she heard him chuckle at the scene in front of him, she snapped “WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?”. It was going to be a long pregnancy, Harry thought.

Today YN and Harry had their 12-week antenatal appointment where they would finally be able to see their little baby. They had managed to squeeze in a scan before Harry was jetting off to Australia for the next part of the Up All Night tour. YN had agreed to fly out and join him on tour for the America leg of the tour, as she had a break from college for the summer.

YN was unsure if it was a coincidence that she hadn't experienced any sickness this morning or if it was just a matter of time before it began again, but she was making the most of it. Sitting in the waiting room, four white walls surrounded them as they sat in the corner, hoping nobody would recognise Harry. So far nobody glanced in his direction. YN picked at the skin around her finger, a nervous habit she had done since she was younger and Harry's leg bounced up and down, waiting for YN's name to be called. Noticing her picking at her fingers, Harry reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers.

"Everything will be fine" He reassured her in a whispers, his own fingers rubbings circles onto her hand, trying to calm her nerves.

"This just makes it..I don't know...real I suppose" YN explained her feelings, as her eyes focused on their hands sitting together on his lap.

"I know-"

"YN LN" A young midwife wearing a blue uniform called as she stood by the double doors. YN stood, pulling Harry with her and both walked towards the woman, who was looking on with a friendly smile.

"I'm Laura..I'm going to be your midwife for your antenatal appointments..follow me" the couple continued to walk hand in hand as they followed Laura to a side room.

"Please take a seat" Laura instructed the pair. They both sat in the black chairs whilst Laura sat in a swivelled purple one opposite, with a stack of papers in front of her. "Okay..so as I explained I'll be your midwife for any antenatal appointments and also I'll come out to visit you once the baby has arrived..so YN I'm going to ask you a few questions if that's okay?"

"Yeh that's fine" YN agreed and sent Laura a nervous smile.

"I'm so sorry..I didn't even ask Dad his name" Laura laughed as she glanced in Harry's direction "I do apologise...we often forget about the Dads"

YN and Harry chuckled "I'm Harry"

Laura continued to ask YN, the date of her last period, how she was feeling, if she had noticed any unusual changes or if she was taking her vitamins, and if she had experienced any bleeding or painful cramps. Once Laura had filled in some paper work and explained all things pregnancy to the couple, and taken some blood samples from YN to send off to make sure everything with the baby was okay, it was time for their scan.

"Okay..well now I'm going to take you down to where you'll have your scan and I'll see you in another couple of weeks for another check-up" Laura explained.

"Thank you" YN and Harry spoke together.

Once they were introduced to Eliza, the sonographer, YN was instructed to lie down on the bed that was in the middle of the room. Harry sat on the chair next to her, with his arms leaning on his legs.

As Eliza sat on the stool on the other side in front of all the equipment, she spoke "Could you pull your top up so it sits above your tummy and then roll your leggings down a smidge please my darling"

YN did as she was asked, and Eliza explained that the gel may feel cold against her skin as she poured some onto her stomach. As the gel hit YN's stomach she sucked in at the contact. Making Harry chuckle at her reaction and reach for her hand to hold in his, as Eliza began to move the probe around the bottom of YN's tummy, pushing and prodding in each place as her eyes focused on the screen in front of her.

After a few minutes, the silence was broken "Aaaand here's your baby" Eliza spoke as she turned the screen towards the couple, causing both their heads to look up. "Here's baby's head, tummy, legs and arm" She pointed out each one.

YN could feel a tear slip from her eye, completely in awe at what she could see, their little baby. Half of her and half of Harry. The moment she would never forget, seeing their baby for the first time, it was surreal. She was in love with someone she hadn't even met. She felt Harry squeeze her hand, and as she turned her head to face him she saw his own eyes tearing up.

"That's our baby" He whispered, wiping a tear that had escaped.

"Our baby" YN smiled back.

"You have a very active baby...they keep wringing around" Eliza commented, still moving the probe against YN's tummy.

"Just like their Daddy" YN joked whilst giving Harry a smirk.

"Would you like some photos to take home with you?" Eliza asked as she gave YN some tissue to wipe off the gel.

"Yeh please" Harry and YN said together.

That evening whilst the couple were lying in bed, Harry's arm tucked behind YN's neck and tickling her arms as her head laid on his bare chest, YN spoke quietly "I wish I could tell my Mum"

"I know baby...but she definitely already knows and she's the one who's sent us this little one" Harry tried to ease the situation as he pulled her body closer.

"Can we go to the cemetery tomorrow before we go to your Mum's?"

"Of course we can...you don't even need to ask" Harry pecked her head with his lips "Why don't we put a scan photo on her grave too?"

YN looked up to him, with a grateful smile "I'd love that"

"Let's get some sleep...we've got a busy day tomorrow...because let's be honest my Mum's going to do a lot of crying and asking questions"

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[turquoisenintendo64]

hiding in plain sight !

part 4 . . . puppies of the ocean

m.list

She waved Tsukishima goodbye and walked towards the cafe. The sound of the snow under her feet was slowly helping her calm her nerves. As she got closer to the cafe, the distant chatter became loud conversations.

She opened the door and was greeted with the ring of a bell and three cats looking at her direction immediately. She walked in smiling, and then she saw him.

Serving coffee and smiling gently to the people there that cold afternoon.

When Kageyama saw her, he waved and signalled her to wait with his hand. It was eight o’clock.

He came back without the cat apron he was previously wearing (which, she thought, was the cutest apron she’d ever seen).

“Hey,” he greeted. “Do you like sushi?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “I do.”

“Great. I booked at a restaurant nearby, me and my roommates love it. I hope you do, too.”

She was a little bit surprised by him. The last dates she’s had were at cheap pizza places. But no, Kageyama booked at a sushi restaurant he loved.

It felt more intimate. Close to him.

Then she thought that maybe her friends didn’t describe him accurately. He wasn’t as stoic, angry and mean as they described him to be.

He was actually sweet. And rather expressive. He had a calm, small smile in his face as he led her to the restaurant.

That night she learnt that he hated dolphins to death. But he loved sharks, and he said sharks were the puppies of the ocean. He talked about volleyball, and she could see in his eyes the passion he had for the sport.

And then he listened to her talk. And she felt heard.

She hid her face in her scarf and yawned.

“Do you want to go home?” He asked. She looked at him, his eyebrows were slightly raised. “Your nose is red.”

She giggled. “I’m a little bit sleepy, but I’m having a good time with you, I don’t want to leave yet.”

“We can see each other another time,” he smiled. “Besides, we’re having a double movie night this weekend.” She chuckled.

“You’re right.”

She yawned again.

“Sorry.”

“Let me take you home.”

Maybe it was because she was really sleepy, but she swore she felt his hand rubbing against hers.

kageyama is a nerd and loves his major

he actually told yn to go to sleep because he couldn’t keep his own eyes open

hinata asked for a full detailed description of their date when yn got home

so did kuroo and oikawa when kageyama got home

kageyama working at a cat cafe was so random but i thought it would be cute so ☝️

man really has no free time

kenma wasn’t aware of anything until next morning, he just read “cat”, made a comment and turned off his phone

also it’s set in winter because… i want to. i love winter. winter is the most romantic season

a/n: i’m back from the death guys ☝️ maybe this is a bit boring, i apologise it’s 1 am #help

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[nxathyx]

Help I love your work so much omg- it's literally my type of thing like a little bit of Crack but in a yk😁 way. Anyways are your requests open? If so, and if your comfortable hb giving bsd men (such as fyodor, dazai, at sushi etc whoever you can) the silent treatment for a day. It can be nsfw or just crack your wish. Love you bye!! ⋆˙⟡♡

Okay okay!!

Tw: nothing but the usual cursing, and mentions of sex and intimacy

Atsushi Nakajima

°why would you do that to him 🤨 🤨

°personally I headcannon that Atsushi has stopped dwelling as much on his emotions (around the s3 timeline due to Akutagawas words)

°that being said I doubt he'd cry but it's quite obvious he's upset or just confused why you're giving him silent treatment

°overthinks a lot

°bro is almost fucking harassing you cause he's desperate to know what he did wrong 😃😃

°definitely goes to Dazai or Kyouka for advice

°can't focus that much on work and ends up getting scolded by Kunikida

°you better fucking apologise.

°definitely no like sexual "punishment" cause he genuinely thinks it's morally wrong to punish someone through sex and it should be an act of love and affection or some shit like that (same though)

°he'd definitely be confused and might be afraid to fuck up for like the next 3 months so he needs a bit of reassurance after that

Dazai Osamu

°he knows but will play oblivious and just stick to you like a literal fucking magnet

°he will just annoy you till he gets what he wants (which is for you to snap and break the treatment)

°makes a sexual joke or few but doesn't mean them

°finds it entertaining when you try not to snap at him

°however he would probably prefer to sit down and just question why the fuck you were acting like that

°definitely suggested a lot of intimacy as a form of making up for it but it's fully up to you whether you want to or not

Akutagawa Ryuunoske

°he cried cause he's a little bitch (/j)

°gives you the silent treatment for twice as long cause he's a dick (fails after 5 hours and starts complaining about everything)

°I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS OF HIM AS SOMEONE WHO COMPLAINS 24/7 WHEN HE GET COMFORTABLE

°deffo calls you pathetic and then literally nags you for like 10 minutes and then goes back to doing his work (he legitimately doesn't know what to do in his spare time now

°he sleeps on the couch that night (or throws you out on the couch)

Chuuya Nakahara

°just leaves you to it and patiently waits till you have calmed down and then you two sit down and decide on a mutual agreement

°(he's starting to doubt himself but will just keep it to himself until it's "the right time to talk about feelings")

Fyodor Dostoevsky

°I'm sorry but he doesn't give a fuck

°"ah yes this is all according to plan😈😈" (he didn't plan shit)

°give him silent treatment till he treats his lice💋💋

°he will just sit in his discord moderator cave being a sugar daddy on roblox or something I don't fucking know

°after a while he'll legitimately get annoyed why you're acting like this "what did did I do wrong, baby girl ☹️👿😕😕

[myth-of-light]

Sorry to bother you a second time with an ask(none of my friends know kid Icarus so I got no one to talk to about)

But when hades pokes fun at pits inability to fly palutena states “his wings just don’t work right”

I googled “wing deformities” and the first thing that came up was angel wing, a deformity where rapid wing development causes the wing to outgrow proper bone support, causing the wing to bend out at an unnatural angle and a permanent inability to fly

And what’s it caused by?

An unhealthy diet of rich protein and carbohydrates.

And we know pit loves food. Specifically things like sweets and fast food, based on his distaste for veggies as stated in Palutenas Revolting Dinner

I rest my case

Well apologies, but I am going to challenge your case! A year late! (I am always happy to receive ask dw)

And if anyone notices mistakes below please comment! espically with formatting.

Angel Wing Syndrome

Angel Wing Syndrome is a deformity that effects aquatic birds, such as ducks and geese. Angels, like Pit, are typically inspired by the Dove and other birds that are typically non-aquatic birds. But let's say Pit is a swan or something, this still doesn't fit.

Angel Wing Syndrome also limits or completely restricts a bird from flying, which isn't the case for Pit, he can flap/glide on his own and with assistance from the Gods, can fly. If he had Angel Wing Syndrome he would mostly likely not be able to fly at all.

Not to matter that was make Angel Wing Syndrome so recognisable it the physical deformity is has on the bird. Having vitals feathers pulled to the rear. Pit clearly does not have this.

Though I will agree Pit doesn't have the best diet.

There are 10 possible food to have for health, this includes:

Fruits: apples, melons, grapes,

Meaty Foods: meat, hamburgers, sushi

Junk food: cakes, ice cream, doughnuts, bars of chocolate.

There is no vegetables! Unless you count anything in the burger haha.

But this ask did make me wonder, why can't Pit fly? And if there is any evidence in game to why.

I seem to find in an answer in by comparing when Pit can fly vs when he cannot.

Pit's Wings

In the original game he looks like this (oh gods the quality I apologise)

His wings go along his upper back, though pretty small right? Only reaching the neck when stretched out.

But now look at him with the Wings of Pegasus, they reach his head. Now while this could just be a visual to show the Pegasus' Wings Superiority, but perhaps Pit's wings aren't big enough to carry his weight.

But before I came to a conclusion, I looked at Uprising

First two (top layer) are Pit's wings normally where as the last two (bottem) layer is when the Miracle of Flight is activated. It may be hard to see but his wings are bigger when the Miracle of Flight is activated. You can see this when Pit jumps out at the start of a chapter, but can also see this in the cutscene in Ring of Chaos , when Viridi activated Flight.

You can see his wings grow. As seen in the images below and at the beginning of the clip.

I also looked at the pegasus wings for Uprising, but they are turned off because of potential unreliability, according to Palutenas(see image one below), hence they aren't any bigger than normal miracle of flight(image two below).

Note: when Pit is extracted from battle his wings do not change. (image three below)

So when Miracle of Flight is activated, Pit's wings grow? It that just a special detail or does Pit need bigger wings?

Dark Pit's Wings

To figure this out we can also use Dark pit for when he gets Pandora Power.

Pre-Pandora, his wings are similar to Pit's(see first image), but when he gets Pandora they almost double in size (see second image), you can really feel the difference.

But what is fascinating, is that when you fight him again, his wings are back to the average size (see third image). At first I thought this was an inconsistency, but no, as after the battle he seems to activate his wings, become big again (see fourth image).

Dark pit doesn't gain/have better wings, he gains power to activate his own infinite Miracle of Flight, which also make his wings bigger. He seems to prefer smaller wings for flighting (as they probably make them both lighter on their feet).

This makes me think that the Pits don't have big enough (or at the very least strong enough) wings to carry them. So the Miracle of Flight acts as an aid that give them these things while in flight (as Dark pit chooses to deactivated on the ground).

This is probably the answer.

(more speculation below)

But if that is the case, the biggest question is

Why does Pit's Wings Burn/Why is there a limit to the Miracle of Flight?

This part now is just speculation. (Also I am ignoring the last scene of 15min flying for this post, as I just think it's just a credit thing.)

Is seems that if the Miracle of Flight is used for too long Pit gets burnout both metaphorically and physically, his wings catch aflame due to the limit. So why is there a limit, and why does Dark Pit not have it?

The only difference between Pit and Dark Pit is how they gain their miracle of flight.

Dark Pit absorbed Pandora's power, making it his own. Therefore the power he uses to fly is (temporary) his own that he can control and regulate. Whereas Pit has someone else acting upon him, gods for that matter. Who cannot regulate their power being exerted upon him as well as Dark Pit can on himself.

I think it's the different between external vs internal regulation that is the difference between Pit and Dark Pit here. Dark Pit can know exactly how much power/usage he needs for flight whereas the gods made be just shoving a bunch of power in Pit's wings, not knowing how to regulate it correctly to Pit's needs. For the Miracle of Flight to be safe and unlimited, Pit has to be the one giving power to his wings.

But in order to get that power he has to steal it, which has been shown to be unsustainable as Pandora lived on in Dark Pit's wings. Not only that but it had to be all of Pandora's power, who was a goddess. So I don't think Palutena can simply give this power to Pit, as is has to be the power of an entire deity, but if you absorb that power, the deity lives on. While the circumstances of Pandora's revival were rare, there no certain way to know that there isn't other ways an absorbed deity can get their power back.

This makes in unlikely that Pit could one day fly on his own indefinitely. Though can offer explanation on why Dark Pit can fly. But alas, this part is more speculative than the other (hence under the cut). But it is interesting to think about.

Thanks for the ask!

[not-poignant]

[21 April - Taurus]

Janusz Bodanowicz is our fun-loving mechanic and ride-or-die supporter of his lover, Nate Prince. Whether a singer in a choir as a side character, or the main love interest and alpha companion in Underline the Blue, Janusz' upbeat approach to life matched with his high capacity for empathy and intelligence, has made him a rockstar, especially when up against characters who are struggling against trauma.

'I want you. I want you. I'm not walking away. I'm not going to walk away from you, Nate. I'm not going to leave you somewhere. I'm not going to make you leave if you don't want to leave. I want to look at you. I want to talk to you. I want to hear everything you have to say. I want to read your poetry. I want to help you. I want to be there for you, and hold you, and make your pain go away. I want to help you. I want to go on long drives with you. I want to sit on the beach with you, and watch sunsets with you, and tell you about my day, and listen to you about your day. I want you, Nate, I promise.' 

Underline the Blue

Falling Falling Stars: Janusz first appears as a member of a queer choir that Efnisien joins. He's the tall, cheerful, friendly boyfriend of the sour and off-putting Nate Prince. Helpful without being a pushover, upbeat without being naive, Janusz navigates Nate's and Efnisien's difficult chemistry with ease.

Underline the Blue: Janusz steps up to be the main character as an alpha companion assigned to a shattered omega, Nate Prince. In Underline the Blue, Janusz gave up being a mechanic to help omegas become genuinely healthier, but he's not prepared to deal with the level of abuse Nate has suffered through, and becomes determined to do all he can to help Nate through the hell he's going through, falling in love along the way.

29 years old (at least in Underline the Blue) with dark brown hair in an Ivy League crew cut, and grey eyes. He often wears stubble, but not a beard. He's tall (and is often taller than many alphas in Blue) but lanky.

Pragmatic and insightful, Janusz often deliberately picks cheerfulness as a way of orienting to the world, and is fully aware that some people can find it grating. He's a lot more intelligent than many people give him credit, and he prefers it that way.

In Underline the Blue, Janusz wanted to be a mechanic, but his parents made him do a university degree first. He ended up - on a whim - choosing omega theory and ended up extremely invested in omega activism. He was selected to work at Hillview Rehabilitation Facility due to his exceptionally high capacity for empathy, and his ability to quickly 'access' the mindsets of most omegas.

Prior to Nate, every omega that has stayed with Janusz has graduated within about 3-9 months, which gives him the fastest track record in Hillview's history.

He is supervised by Temsen Ohlo Ohlo

He's aware of kink and BDSM practices

In Falling Falling Stars, Janusz chides Nate for being petty and childish, when they're all spending time together at a sushi train. As a result, Nate apologises and softens slightly, and this allows them to continue to stay connected.

In Underline the Blue, (this one currently has only happened in early access - chapter 15) Janusz takes on Temsen, and Hillview, calling him out for doing a terrible job and representing an institution that - in that moment - has utterly failed both Nate and Janusz. Temsen, recognising that Janusz is right, yields immediately, and says nothing, leaving Janusz to bridal carry Nate out of the medical suite, representing a big turning point in his relationship with Nate and with Hillview.

In all stories so far, Janusz is always with Nate, and Nate is always recovering from PTSD. That might change one day, but so far that's followed through!

Janusz' personality has stayed the same. Honestly, almost nothing needed to change transferring his personality from Falling Falling Stars to Underline the Blue. As a result, I see Underline the Blue as a more exaggerated telling of the foundational story that is hinted at in Falling Falling Stars.

Janusz is an adept mechanic and loves fixing up cars, as well as going on long drives. The only part about this which has changed is that in Blue he's no longer being paid for it.

Janusz and Nate were originally envisaged as a real life manifestation of the 'someone will die...' 'of FUN!' meme. But as I continued to write Janusz, he developed into a fully formed character who is mature, intelligent, and lives a goofier life because it makes him happier to do so. He's a lot more insightful than he sometimes seems, and is happy to seem less well-informed while he gathers information. He can be calculating, and what seem like spontaneous decisions are often thought out well in advance.

His surname Bodanowicz should be spelled Bogdanowicz, but as he's the child of Polish immigrants, his surname was Anglicised to be 'easier' to spell. He has always found this hilarious because the 'wicz' still throws people off anyway.

He loves baking, and is very good at it.

'The truth is that my parents were really strict about me going to university. They wanted me to have the education they didn't, and university is important in like…my extended family. I was all for becoming a mechanic, ready to get an apprenticeship and drop out of school, and my parents put their foot down and said if I really wanted to be a mechanic, I could do it after a degree. And being the mischievous shit that I am, I decided to go into Omega Theory so I could become a companion and fuck hot omegas.'

Underline the Blue

[lisbeth-kk]

Clues

Thanks for the prompt @calaisreno and the tag @raina-at

Sometimes you need a push.

“You’re going to lose him, you know,” Molly says earnestly.

Sherlock just huffs, focusing on the fingernails on the corpse they’re examining.

When they’ve concluded, Molly continues the one-sided conversation.

“He’ll get tired of waiting. You must know how he feels about you by now, Sherlock. It’s totally obvious, but he’s not exactly…”

“Gay, you mean,” Sherlock snaps at her, puts on his Belstaff with his usual flaunt and exits the morgue.

He gets a text from John in the cab.

Ordered sushi. Can you pick up a few bottles of wine on the way?

Consider it done. SH

He gets some funny emoji in return. A blue-grey two headed thing. When he searches the emoji bar, he finds it next to the lungs. Maybe John’s just touched the wrong one, though none of the other emojis stands out, if you don’t count the inner organs like heart and brain.

Sherlock starts to ponder Molly’s words after he’s stopped for wine. Losing John. Just two words but the meaning of those words is something Sherlock can’t think about without getting nauseous. And then it’s the other thing Molly mentioned. How John feels about him. Sherlock knows John loves him. As a friend, but it stops there, doesn’t it? Has John ever shown interest in Sherlock in a more romantic way? If so, he's hidden it well. From Sherlock at least. There have been no clues. Perhaps Molly just sees what she wants to see. That must be it. She’s a romantic soul, and clearly wants Sherlock to have what she has with…Peter? No, Patrick…Paul? Never mind. 

***

They’ve eaten and finished one bottle of wine. John’s eager to open a second one.

“You’ve got excellent taste in wine, Sherlock,” John beams as he struggles with the cork.

“Need a hand with that?” Sherlock offers amused.

John’s getting tipsy, and it’s a state Sherlock can appreciate. When he let’s go of his Britishness, John gets all affectionate and flirty, and sometimes Sherlock craves that. Craves John’s attention. His indisputable admiration. The aftermath of such events can be devastating for Sherlock. When John apologises, gets awkward, goes for long walks, and dates for several weeks. Tonight though, Sherlock decides to push John a bit. He’s gotten a bit tipsy himself, and Molly’s words refuses to leave him alone. What if John feels…

“There!” 

John interrupts his train of thought when he finally manages to open the wine bottle. He grins at Sherlock.

“Some more wine, gorgeous? You’re glass is empty,” John states and concentrates while pouring wine into both glasses.

Did John just call him gorgeous?

John’s never called him anything like that before. Git, twat, idiot, and his name in all variations, but never endearments. Could that be a sign, or is John too inebriated to notice what he’s said? He needs more data.

“You seem happy today. Any particular reason?” Sherlock prompts, fishing for clues to John’s odd behaviour.

John clears his throat and blushes a bit. It’s quite adorable.

Adorable! Since when did he start using words like that? Too much wine probably.

“I just…um…realised something,” John begins, not looking at Sherlock, instead seems to find his socks quite fascinating.

Sherlock waits for John to continue. It takes a numerous amount of time. When he speaks again, his voice is almost sober and there’s a hint of captain Watson in his stance.

“I’ve decided to stop dating,” John exclaims.

Sherlock’s heart skips a beat at that. Molly was right. He’s going to lose John. Stop dating means that John’s found a woman he wants to settle down with, get engaged to, marry, have kids with. It means John’s leaving Baker Street. His brain buzzes and Sherlock’s afraid he’s going to black out. John has apparently continued talking, but Sherlock hasn’t heard a word. Three words are playing in his mind making him want to vomit.

I’m losing him!

***

Sherlock feels warm, steady and familiar hands on his knees. Thumbs stroking, soothing. John’s voice soft and concerned, now forming coherent words.

“Hey. You alright, Sherlock? What happened? Didn’t you hear me?”

Sherlock blinks rapidly and John’s face comes into focus. His blue gaze has a lovely expression.

Of course it does. He’s finally found the love of his life!

He closes his eyes. Can’t stand to see all that joy directed at a person that’s not Sherlock. His eyes prickle. He can’t cry in front of John. Pinches his thighs to redirect the pain and focus on that instead of the ache in his heart. He knows he’s failed miserably when he feels John’s hand on his cheek.

“Look at me, Sherlock. Please don’t panic. I can…um…just. Damn, I got the clues wrong, didn’t I? Sorry.”

John withdraws and Sherlock’s suddenly cold, bereft of the warmth of John’s proximity. He opens his eyes. John’s standing by the window, a hand over his eyes, silently cursing himself. Sherlock walks over to him, uncertain how to proceed.

“John. What did I do wrong? I’m sorry. I should’ve congratulated you, but I was caught off guard. Didn’t observe.”

John looks over at him incredulously.

“What?” he asks.

Stupid! Stupid!

Sherlock pulls at his hair in frustration. How can he fix this? 

In the end he doesn’t have to. John, wonderful John, his conductor of light, his beloved John solves the puzzle.

He closes the gap between them, takes Sherlock’s hands and squeezes.

“I should’ve known you would go offline and draw the wrong conclusions at that outburst. It was stupid of me. I’m sorry. I was just so damn happy. No, Sherlock, don’t,” John says when Sherlock’s about to withdraw his hands.

“I’m rubbish at this aren’t I? The thing is, Sherlock. The reason I’m giving up dating, well, it’s you.”

John looks up at Sherlock, his feelings laid bare. His eyes are so full of…it can’t be, can it? Love? Surely Sherlock’s mistaken.

“John?” Sherlock whispers.

John lets go of his hands and cradles his face instead, his thumbs stroking his cheekbones. Sherlock closes his eyes and revels in the unfamiliar sensation.

“Look at you,” John murmurs. “So beautiful.”

The awe and affection in his voice, makes Sherlock shiver. He opens his eyes, feeling brave, desperately hoping he’s read the signs correctly. When their eyes meet, Sherlock knows. Knows why John’s giving up dating. It’s written all over John’s face. He lowers his head, reasting their foreheads together.

“You love me?” Sherlock asks shakily.

“God, yes, Sherlock,” John says and beams at him. “Can I kiss you?”

Sherlock doesn’t answer, but acts. He places his hands on John’s shoulders and finds John’s lips with his own. Soft and tender kisses turns deeper, and Sherlock feels like his body’s filled with fireworks. It sparkles all over. In his stomach, thighs, calves, arms, fingers, and god, when John runs his fingers through Sherlock’s hair, he moans with pleasure.

“Jesus,” John whispers reverently. “Your voice!”

***

It turns out that the two women closest to John and Sherlock had taken matters into their own hands. Both Molly and Mrs. Hudson were at their wits end when it came to the clueless men. Mrs. Hudson had warned John with more or less the same words Molly had used to get Sherlock’s attention, and in the end, it worked out perfectly.

“Witchcraft,” Sherlock mutters once he and John had compared stories.

“Well, I prefer to call it magic, my love,” John says gleefully and traces his fingers down Sherlock’s naked body.

“You’re one to talk,” Sherlock gasps as John’s fingers find his nipples.

John laughs in a low, wicked voice, and Sherlock shivers in anticipation. Witchcraft or magic, he doesn’t care. He makes a mental note to buy the two women flowers or… 

“Focus on me, Sherlock,” John whispers, and Sherlock’s nothing but obedient.

Cunning women working their magic on the boys. The story almost wrote itself when that idea emerged in my mind.

@totallysilvergirl @meetinginsamarra @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @missdeliadili

[rrainydaydreams]

hi there! you seem really cool. any fic recs for a wind lover? 👀 i'm starving haha

I’M SO SPRRY I JUST REALISED I NEVER ANSWERED YOU T-T I had a feeling my coolness levels have now dropped into the negatives.

I feel so bad, but I’ve gone through some fics I’ve saved to find some Wind stuff (if you haven’t starved yet)

Ehem.

Well ‘Wah Wah Jelousy’ is a good one if you’re looking for some angst. Wind ends up in a river and gets sick

I love ‘the cats out of the bag’, (which I actually need to catch up on)  where Wind has a run-in with Twilights shadow crystal!

‘Brotherhood and time travel: the undoing of a pirate’ Is a good oneshot where Wind goes to the war of eras but Warriors and Time don’t know him yet.

‘Indigo-blue water’ was written for whumptober in an au where Wind is a Zora (? I read it a while back) but has a happy ending.

And because all these are angsty for some reason, ‘The sushi saga’ Is a short but cute one.

I apologise so so much for leaving you for how long? Probably months because I don’t remember this ask D: but here we go! If you’re ever looking for more fic recs, feel free to ask and I swear I’ll come back to you as soon as I see the ask. Promise.

Now, I shall go find a corner to sit in and think about how rude I was to such a lovely person

[yellowistheraddest]

eating sushi from a professional place (sorry mom your sushi is ok) and i now love sushi and i want to apologise for saying avocadoes suck without ever trying them they are great

[thelreads]

So, has anybody brought up the theory that the Sushi Barem insisted Denji take bits of to get to see Nayuta, was itself *made* from her flesh, in a twisted parallel of how Denji beat Makima? It makes him "apologising" whilst taking a bite of it even more insincere-sounding.

I'm sorry, theory?

Are you really sure it was only a theory?

[starlightshadowsworld]

Just the way I imagine the ending to an episode if Shirou Orihara, Izaya's dad came to town.

A man who knows nothing about his kids, has been gone for years working and suddenly drops in.

.

We enter in on Russia Sushi. Izaya is, sat at a table with some fatty tuna.

No one else is inside, not even Simon.

It is completely empty and Izaya's coat is laid beside him.

His dad walks in, confused before smiling lightly at his son. Izaya smiles back, and immediately we know something is off.

Well we can already tell somethings off this all screams sus but, ssshh.

Izaya is smiling. It's not his usual smirk, it's not antagonistic or cruel.

It looks warm, inviting as he gestures to the seat in front of him. Which his dad sits down in, a plate of fatty tuna infront of him.

Izaya sees the confusion on his face and apologises, saying he didn't know what his dad would want.

Says he can take it back but his dad smiles sheepishly. And says its fine.

There's a silence before Izaya asks him if he wants to know everything that's been going on.

There's none of his usual mannerisms, no snark no smirk. It's almost like this is an imposter, and not the Izaya we know.

But it is.

It's Izaya with his mask off, his walls dropped. It's like the show ended but the cameras still rolling.

It's unnerving to us but Shirou Orihara does not know his son. And so he is not afraid, nor even a little creeped out.

Izaya asks him, seriously if he wants to know everything that's been going on.

And of course he says yes, eagerly too.

The sound cuts off, we only hear phrases like "and than this", "but than this" stuff like that from Izaya.

We see Izaya and he looks like the picture of ease. He's just sat normally, eating his fatty tuna looking the most casual we've ever seen him.

It's almost like he's discussing the weather.

You could almost think this is a sweet conversation with his father.

And than we cut to Shirou, who looks absolutely horrified. His food is untouched while Izaya happily eats his.

Shirou's eyes get wider with every minute. He is completely pale, almost looks sickly. He is staring at his son with nothing but terror in his eyes.

When Izaya said everything, he meant it.

Some of its stuff we know about it, but most of it we and every other character, unless they were personally involved don't know about.

He tells his father, everything.

Izaya is just in his element looking as calm as ever while his dad looks seconds away from throwing up.

And than Izaya stops.

Takes his final bite of fatty tuna and smiles "yeah that's about it."

Shirou gets up on shaking legs, his whole body is shaking. He points to his son and yells "monster, you're a monster!"

Before running out of Russia Sushi. He doesn't look back and just keeps running.

Izaya watches from the window and something hits the table.

It's a tear.

Because this is Izaya without his mask, without his walls. And for all he wants to pretend he's above all others and holds himself so highly.

Izaya is still completely and utterly human.

He takes his father's uneaten plate and helps himself. We hear the hustle and bustle of Ikebukuro out the windows but it's muffled.

As Izaya eats alone.

He finishes, standing up and putting on his coat. With it we watch the mask fall back into place.

The smirk is back, a devious look on his face. He pulls a switchblade out of nowhere and walks out of Russia Sushi.

Not looking back.

The screen fades to black as we hear "Oh Shizu-chan!", Shizuo's angered yell and the sound of a very familiar fight.

We never hear from or about Shirou Orihara again.

Izaya doesn't mention him, Mairu and Kururi don't mention him. Neither does anyone else, it's almost like he never existed at all.

But he did.

The one and only person other than Shinra, who will see Izaya for as human as he is.

Who saw under the mask.

And the last person who ever will.

[pekuliar]

I’m a little sad we didn’t get to see canonical kid versions of the rest of the Lupgang in Lupin Zero SO take these headcanons of the 2 best characters in the gang:

Kōichi Zenigata had always been a good student, a real old-fashioned gentleman through and through. He was hardworking, helpful, and one of the best Class Presidents you could ever hope to vote in. He had no shortage of admirers (both secret and not) too. But where he really shone was on the school’s baseball team.

Zenigata was his high school’s star pitcher. His signature move was, ironically, “The Handcuff” — a hard-hit ground ball that bounces directly at an infielder, causing it to be difficult for the ball to be hit. (Look it up, it’s a real thing!)

He joined law enforcement because that was what his father did too, and he grew up believing that it was the right and noble thing to do. With his impeccable work ethic and strategic intelligence, he quickly landed a job with the ICPO.

On one of Zenigata’s first cases with the ICPO, he was among a squad deployed to the USA to investigate rumours of a midnight heist on the Japanese wing of a prestigious art gallery.

Hours before the rumoured heist, Zenigata was patrolling the area near the gallery while undercover, when he stumbled upon a group of rowdy teenagers gathered around a narrow alley. At that time, the sun had already set, and it was odd for a group of teens to be out this late — Zenigata, ever the Boy Scout, began to approach them to ask what they were doing, when he noticed that the group was gathered around a small child. A small child that was red-faced, clearly trying to hide his tears.

And as he got closer, Zenigata could hear the teens jeering and taunting the boy in English, while the boy seemed to only be able to stutter out Japanese sentences: “Please leave me alone”, “I didn’t do anything to you”, “I don’t understand you”.

Now, Zenigata was no stranger to the way most of the world treated people like him — having been deployed outside Japan many times even as a rookie officer, Zenigata knew how racist and xenophobic people could be. And so it was with a stern look and flash of his badge that the teens quickly scattered.

The boy, still crying softly, now tried to stand up as tall as possible, smoothing out the scuffs on his Haori and Kimono in a strangely dignified way. A Haori and Kimono! A strangely formal outfit for a child no older than 10.

That aside, this was no hour for a child to be out alone. Zenigata asked where the kid’s parents were, in Japanese and the softest voice he could manage. The child only said, “They said I’m supposed to look out for them here.”

Zenigata hummed. He disappeared, then minutes later returned with a pack of convenience store sushi. “Well, if you’re gonna wait here alone, I think it’s best if a cop waits with you.”

The child said nothing, but nodded and crammed another tuna roll in his mouth. (Quite the appetite this kid had, thought Zenigata.)

The hours flew by, Zenigata keeping an eye on the stragglers heading in and out of the art gallery, accompanied by a kid who looked like he’d stepped straight out of a Japanese folk tale but demolished almost a whole 7/11’s worth of sushi. The boy seemed quite happy to have someone who spoke his language, chattering away to Zenigata about the strange things he’d seen in America.

Soon, Zenigata was interrupted by the crackling of his radio — indeed, a gang of thieves had arrived to break into the gallery, and all officers were called in to apprehend them. Apologising to the boy, Zenigata rushed off.

A couple hours later, in a flurry of adrenaline, blaring sirens, and blue and red lights, the thieves had been apprehended — a Japanese gang intending to take back a rightful piece of their history. (Zenigata couldn’t say he disagreed with the sentiment, but the job was the job.)

By the time Zenigata returned to where he’d left the boy, he was gone. Wherever he was, Zenigata could only pray that the adorable, old-fashioned little boy with the ravenous appetite was safe.

(Of course, unbeknownst to him, Zenigata would meet the little boy again — this time, Zenigata would have a couple more grey hairs, and the little boy would have a katana sharp enough to cut lightning.)