#this made me so unbelievably happy i adore you sm

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Hehe ur response to my prev ask was soooo cute :3 but I was reading through your fics and I reread the one where u dress up in the frilly maid dress for satoru and he literally falls to his knees like the LOSER he is and. It made me think…. I feel like stsg in general think ur beautiful like. All the time. Staring at u 24/7 with heart eyes like 😍😍😍”damn my bae so gorgeous” (satoru in particular……. Like you’ll be out at a cafe or something and while you’re ordering drinks he stares at you from the table twirling his hair and winking like a highschool girl flirting with her crush >_< he’s sooo silly i adore him) but why is it my first instinct to say that they would both absolutely adore you most when you’ve just woken up like… messy hair, still half asleep, a little drowsy YKKKK???? it’s such a domestic thing, to be able to see someone you love when they’re just themselves,,, not attempting to be presentable or anything… I feel like they would both be soo soft for it :( satoru is just grinning and he wants to make fun of you for being sleepy soooo bad but he thinks you look so cute and he just wants to squish your cheeks 😞😞😞 and sugu does not have such restraint. Makes a teasing little quip in his deep morning voice abt his sweet baby being sleepy……… (don’t be fooled. He wants to squish your cheeks just as bad and coo at you like you’re some sort of newborn kitten 😞😞 Trust in me believe in me I know!!!! I see the truth.) is it just an equally shared need between sugu lovers to see this man in the kitchen in the morning making breakfast like the househusband he is while teasing u for being all tired n huffy… yeah…. Maybe….. oh ok…… —stsg anon !!

RAHHHHHHHHH HOW DO YOU KEEP HITTING ALL MY WEAK POINTS WHAT SORCERY IS THIS 😭😭 stsg anon …. our lord & savior …….

STSG AND THEIR EEPY LITTLE BABYYYYYY no bc i agree SO much i don’t think there’s anything more pure and domestic and loving and soft than seeing your lover all sleepy and disheveled…. and being like Wow I Am In Love With You . AND THAT’S SOOO STSG CODED THEY’RE BOTH LOVESICK LOSERS TRUST‼️‼️‼️

i was sleepy when reading this btw you rlly made my whole morning 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 SUGU W HIS DEEP GROGGY MORNING VOICE CALLING YOU HIS SLEEPY LITTLE BABY PSVDKDBFKBFKFBFJ (SOUND OF STATIC) you rlly want me to go insane huh….. HE WOULDDDD he would be so teasing but in such a sweet way T—T oh is his baby still sleepy? need a longer nap ?? it’s ok, you can just cling to his back and get comfy while he makes you breakfast :3 <- cue incessant cooing until you’re coherent enough to tell him to cut it out . he’s suchhh a sap.

AND TORU OUR LOVERBOYYYY he wants to squish your cheeks :cccc sniffle . wants to tease you soooo badly but gets cuteness aggression instead. the type to wake you up by biting your cheeks and you’re all confused ??? like whyyy are you drooling all over me 🤨🤨 and he can’t even explain himself bc you’re so cute you literally fried his brain. sugu has to pry him off you i fear …… but would you really want him to . when your toru is equally eepy and cute and just wants to coddle you... would you really do that to him ….. ☹️☹️☹️ cuties .

is it just an equally shared need between sugu lovers to see this man in the kitchen in the morning making breakfast like the househusband he is while teasing u for being all tired n huffy… yeah…. Maybe….. oh ok……

PAGSJPAHSH PLEASEE THIS MADE ME LAUGH…. SO TRUE !!!! all suguru stans want to see him in an apron :3 engulfed by the morning sunshine :33 he’s just sooooo househusband coded……… makes you breakfast every single day. he’s so serious abt it <3333

[callmemickey]

Cumming Home for Christmas

synopsis: Simon surprised you by being home 3 weeks early, which means you get to take him to your family’s Christmas get together! Unfortunately, Simon hasn’t had his fill of you… How thin do you think the walls are in the bathroom?

content: Afab, porn w a plot, smut (dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, quickie, slightly public? maybe other stuff idk) fluff fluff fluff kind of angst if you squint real hard he just loves you sm my sweet Angel babey reader muah love u 2

word count: 3.7k

notes: Don’t ask me why I chose Christmas this is purely self-indulgent. Also, he’s a brunette going off of the comics, so I’m running with that thx!

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Warm Christmas lights, sparkling ciders and the expensive alcohol, the soft hum of cozy Christmas jazz on the speakers, family buzzing and soaking in each other’s presence - there was nothing else you could ask for. In this massive sea of black and red formal attire, your family, both close and extended, came together for an amazing holiday party at your grandparents’ estate.

Simon, who surprised you by coming home over three weeks early, has accompanied you as your plus one to the family’s holiday party. It made the event even better. Your family adored Simon to bits and pieces, constantly embarrassing you in front of him, begging to know when he wanted to start a family with you, your aunts drinking too much and asking him to take off his coat and flex. He dealt with the melting pot of clashing personalities better than you had ever imagined.

Simon expertly handled the socializing carefully and precisely. He preferred to be an observer in these bigger settings rather than to speak. He gave simple answers that were concise one liners, saving his social battery. So, to make up for it, he would escape to assist anybody needing aid. When dinner was ready, he assisted in the kitchen, making sure that everybody had their meals first, and was later caught cleaning the kitchen (much to your displeasure). He also helped light your grandfather’s cigar outside. The Parkinson’s has been making it difficult for him to light them on his own, and Simon even listened to an old war story.

It was unbelievable how much you loved this man.

Now, nieces and nephews weaved between adults and furniture, the fireplace burned hot and strong, people laughed and yelled happily over the gentle music, and the scent of baking pies and pastries wafted and filled the air. Your lovely military fiancé, overworked and tired on his break, did so well to deal with this. Of course, Simon, being an incredibly selfless person willing to compromise in any situation or scenario just to make you happy, said that it was alright when you invited him. “Nothing would make me happier,” he had said in a low, roughened voice - which was right before he buried his face between your legs.

But I digress.

Simon stood next to you as your uncle told you both in absolute monotony about his recent trip to Italy, “So beautiful. Your aunt Amelia and I want to get a vacation home there.” He finished, and you nodded awkwardly. “Sounds like you and aunt Millie had a great time, uncle Mike.” Your tone was dry while Simon nodded and hummed in response. He just wasn’t… very present.

Simon had his attention and focus set on pretty high at the beginning of the night, but he was able to relax a little bit since then, to let himself just be in the moment - or so the psychiatrist says he should. He was actively paying attention to the conversation, yes that is true, but the hand holding your waist began to… wander, a little bit. Slowly at first, but much faster now. With a hand that started on your shoulder in the beginning of the night, bit by bit lowered down your back, smoothing above the top of your ass and to your hip. Fingers pressing deep into the black velvet of your dress, Simon tried to keep you caged next to him. That didn’t matter though, because you would have done little to resist him.

You two shared a quick glance. His dark brown eyes were slightly glossed, his gaze a salaciousness that he always brings home. Ooh, it made you want to rub your thighs together just to feel something. You nodded again to your uncle Mike when he brought up something else that was equally boring. Simon, having a better idea and use for his time, suddenly seemed to have remembered something, “Apologies, Mike, but Y/N and I have to make an important phone call.” You looked up at him.

That brief look in his eye was so, so hungry. The greed brewed like a dark storm. You felt a hot chill race down your spine, your core began to burn. You acted as if you remembered the same ‘something’ as well. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we almost forgot!” You gasped in a low voice. His fingers squeezed your hip, making your chest slowly fall into shallow breaths as you could imagine him purring in your ear.

Good girl.

You two waved him off as you turned to leave the kitchen. Simon took the wine glass from your hand and placed it on the countertops as you two walked through the doorway. His hand pressed on your lower back, guiding you into the dark hallway. The armoire in the middle lit with warm candles that smelled of cinnamon and spiced apples, casting shadows that bounced and flickered across the walls. It helped light your way to the restroom, but it also kept you two enveloped in shadows to help hide whatever sins you were going to commit. Simon, without a word, opened the bathroom, and with nobody inside, he sweeped you in, locking the door behind you two.

The bathroom had warm string lights strung across the crown molding, and a window with fake candles sat high on the wall. The room was a little loud with the echoes, so you smacked the switch on the wall to turn the fan on, hoping to mask whatever sounds were going to flood the room.

Not even a second, in such a calculated move, Simon plucked his mask off and had your lips locked with his as he hoisted you onto the sink counter. All you could do in that flurry of movement was gasp, his hands gingerly holding your jaw as his mouth worked against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, sighing as you felt a hardened tent in his trousers press eagerly against your clothed cunt.

You ran your hands through his dark brown hair, a moan running from you into him as his hands gave your ass a harsh squeeze. He ground his hips into you, pulling a whimper from you as he pressed roughly against your thrumming clit. Simon broke from your mouth, kissing your neck as his fingers pushed up into your dress, grabbing your panties.

“Quiet - or they’ll hear us,” he whispered against your flesh. You panted with a nod as he slipped your panties off, tossing them onto the floor along with his jacket. Simon quickly unbuttoned his white sleeves, rolling them up to reveal his heavily veined forearms, his one arm tattooed with black. He expertly undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down slightly, his hardened cock springing free.

He kept kissing your neck, lightly sucking to tease but not enough to hickey or bruise. His fingers dipped into your embarrassingly wet sex, rubbing at your clit and folds before pushing two fingers into you. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, so wet already.” His voice was a growl against your neck, slowly pumping them, his fingers rubbing up against that spongy spot inside.

It caused you to mewl. Simon’s one hand jumped to cup your mouth shut, making you gasp. The movement threw you off balance, your upper back falling back to press against the mirror while grabbing onto his wrist for support. He continued to finger you and hold your mouth closed, your whimpers mumbled in his hand.

Just as quick as you just started grinding your hips, he pulled his fingers away. A disappointed moan left broken up between your mouth and his palm. Simon grabbed his cock and started to pump himself, lubricating it with your juices before rubbing against your clit. He moved his hand from your mouth down to your hip.

You whimpered, “Oh my god, Simon.” Your hips wriggled and bucked against the dizzying sensation. He chuckled, slowly pressing his cock into your hot, wet cunt. The familiar stretch made you hum in need. “You’re gonna tease me? On Christmas?” You whined, your legs once again wrapped around his hips, urging him to sink into you.

“Ahh, have you been a good girl, though?” He asked in a low rumble, his other hand grabbing the other hip, his prepared stance making your hole clench around his member. He had a half-lidded stare, swirling with a level of lust you couldn’t really see the end of - bottomless and ravenous. Simon towered over you.

“I’m always a good girl for you, Simon,” You cooed.

He slowly pushed in, making you inhale sharply as you stretched so wide to allow him to fit. You held your breath as he pushed his cock through. “I’m just teasing, love - I know you’ll always be my good girl,” he said with warmth in his voice.

His tip kissed your cervix as he nestled fully, deeply, completely. Your head rolled back on the mirror as a satisfied sigh escaped you, but Simon’s grip on your hips tightened intensely. You gasped as he began a fast pace, his hips slapping loudly against your thighs and echoing in the bathroom. It was almost too much. It gave you little time to prepare for his entering, but you settled nicely around him after a few more thrusts.

Simon wasn’t normally this fast. He loved to hit with hard strokes, but nothing typically of this pace. Fortunately, you weren’t one to complain. It was so goddamn good. You hate it when your fiancé is away, not knowing where he was for most of the time, but when he’s gone for so long and comes back? Fuck. It’s criminal how good the sex is. His impatience made it impeccable.

But you were desperate. You wanted to cry and moan and yell, to beg and pray for him to bring you to a higher plane of pleasure. Oh, God, you would do anything for it, anything for him. You grasped at his forearms, your nails digging into his flesh, leaving stinging crescent moon shaped imprints in their path. He groaned lightly at your sharp grip, a soft chuckle coming from him. “Oh, you like this?” He asked, and you nodded, biting your lower lip to keep anything but your gasps, pants, and squeaks from escaping.

“Touch yourself,” his voice wasn’t harsh, but it was a demand.

With one hand still on Simon’s arm, the other moved to your clit, and you began to rub in quick circles. Simon watched your face twist and change: your mouth hanging open as you panted, but occasionally closed to bite your lip so to stop yourself from moaning; eyes half-lidded, barely open, glazed, and painfully horny; back bowing and arching, your toes curling, body just at a loss at what it can handle. This was Simon’s favorite view in the world. It’s what he came home for. It’s what he fought for.

A moan tumbled from your mouth as you held on for dear life. “S-Simon!” You whined his name, the heat inside of you burning red hot, uncontrolled, and rampant.

“S’alright love,” his voice was soft, “you gonna cum?”

You nodded quickly, the fingers on your clit stuttering as you found your release fast approaching, his almost brutal pace not slowing in the slightest. “I’m gonna c- ah- cum, Simon!” You struggled not to say too loud. “Don't stop!”

“Come on, Y/N,” he ushered, “cum for me.” Simon knew how to drive you over the edge. His hand reached out, firmly but gently cupping over your mouth to keep your head in place - and to push back your lascivious sounds.

A moan found itself trapped, lodged in your throat as you fought with your whole might not to yell and cry out. Your orgasm ripped through and crashed over you like a tsunami. He had unraveled you.

Your back arched, and you couldn’t roll your head back. Your lashes flickered as you struggled to keep your eyes from crossing or rolling back to look at Simon while you came. The fingers you had on your clit stopped moving as you were paralyzed, but the grip you had on his forearm stayed strong, “Ahhh, fuckin’ look at you. That’s a good girl, cummin’ nice and pretty on my cock. You like that, yeah?” He groaned, hips putting in more power to drill into your tightened pussy, tears pricking at your eyes as the orgasm left your legs shaking around him.

Simon retracted his hand, grabbing back at your hip. You let out a quick, small cry as your free hand held back onto his forearm. “Y’alright, love?” He grunted, and you nodded furiously before he could stop, but he started slowing down. You didn’t want him too. “Need- I need you,” you gasped, “don’t stop, Simon.” You whimpered.

Oh, to be buried deep inside your pussy was all he could have ever hoped for upon coming home. Y/N, ever so kind and giving. Simon tightened his hands around your hips again and began the brutal pace as you struggled to keep silent.

That’s when you felt your body heating up again. Your sex thrummed with the building pleasure and excitement once more, causing you to moan while you held onto his wrists. A light sheen of sweat sat on your skin, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your flesh.

Simon moaned softly with a smirk, your fucked out expression and legs lazily clinging onto his hips was such an amazing sight. The snapping of him against you had beat your pussy red, leaving it angrily aroused. “You gonna cum again? Yeah? Ahhh, thas my needy girl.” Desperate, tiny grunts popped out of you with each thrust, your pussy swallowing Simon deeply.

“Si-Simon! Gonna- c-cum!” You gasped out with each pump. 

Your orgasm hit like a rapid flash of heat and pleasure. A squeal escaped you, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back, legs around Simon’s waist tightened, your whole body trembled from his unrelenting pace. Your face was flushed red, eyes completely glazed and lost as your hair stuck to your face.

“Ah, f-fuck, so fuckin’ tight. So good - my girl is so good, God, cummin’ on my cock, just like that.” He growled, his hips slowly beginning to fall off rhythm while his orgasm began to creep up on him.

You moaned and begged, “Ah, Simon, nngh, I-I can’t- please cum!”

“Don’t you worry, g-gonna cum inside this pretty pussy,” Simon groaned, “gonna fill you up, yeah?”

You nodded furiously as your body screamed in overstimulation. “Please, I- ah! Too much, ah, you’re too much, Simon!” You cried out, your ever tightening cunt being stretched open, begging for his release.

“Y/N- Y/N, fuck!” He hissed as his hips slammed against you, tightly holding his cock against your cervix as if he was threatened to be ripped away. He groaned, emptying himself into you completely, his cock jerking and flexing harshly, making the veins on his shaft more pronounced. You whimpered, your cunt tensing around him as you felt hot waves shooting inside of you. He stayed for a moment while panting, his thighs shaking slightly, relishing in the feeling as oxytocin and dopamine flooded his brain. Simon pulled out, a throaty groan leaving you at the sudden emptiness, your legs letting go of him.

“Well… let’s hope nobody heard that.” Simon said in a low voice, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt and grabbing your panties for you. You slid off of the sink and inhaled sharply as your knees buckled. He immediately latched onto your arms, making sure you wouldn’t fall. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, y’alright?” He asked, slowly loosening his grip to make sure you were okay on your own.

“My legs, Simon. Jesus Christian Christ - I can’t stand.” You huffed, leaning against the sink, glowering at him as you took your panties from his hand, embarrassed.

He unrolled his sleeves, buttoning them. “You’re really gonna talk like that? On Jesus’ birthday?” He looked at you as he grabbed his jacket, shaking his head. “What would your nan say, hmm?” He feigned sincerity, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he swung the jacket on.

“Well, the jokes on you because Christmas isn’t even Jesus’ birthday.” You snapped back at him, slowly sliding your underwear on as your knees shook like a newborn giraffe. He tutted in disapproval as he moved up to you.

Simon’s body was close, his body radiating warmth. He wasn’t one for a lot of physical affection, which was alright, so when he took the time to be attentive to you… you always melted against him immediately. His finger lightly hooked under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. Your body subconsciously gravitated towards him, like a moth seeing the moon for the very first time.

He leaned down, lips brushing so close to yours, your eyes still connected . “Fuck what day it really is - I just know I’m home.” Simon pushed in for a deep kiss, brimming with emotions, the kinds he couldn’t really say. As he pulled away, he couldn’t help but admire you.

The golden candlelight fluttered across his face. His tired but warm eyes studied you, as if seeing you for the first time, memorizing and mapping every freckle, wrinkle, and spot, because he’s scared that the moment he looks away, he’ll forget. He took in your flushed, messy appearance as if God himself sent down a heavenly body to give him a reason not just to fight, but to live; an angel on its mission as a guide, and he would willingly martyr himself on the ground at your feet if it meant he could just hear you say his name. Once.

Simon wanted to say these things, but he wouldn’t. He might never. But that’s alright, too. Not everyone is meant to love so boldly.

You cocked an eyebrow as he stared at you so intensely. “You okay there, Lieutenant?” You asked, a small smile on your lips.

He realized that, yes, it was alright that he didn’t say those things. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have to - you just knew. Everyday he thought about how he didn’t deserve you. You, ever so loyal and strong. You’ve given him a purpose, motive, after all of these years - alone.

He often wondered what he had done to deserve having someone like you in his life. Someone who loved and cultivated, with hands of soft mercy, so tender and kind. A voice of validation, honesty, reason, all stemming from your unconditional love. If he had met you years ago, before the therapy and psychiatry helped, he would’ve let your fingers prick and bleed as you grasped at his thorns while he plucked you of your petals, leaving you broken and bare.

He didn’t deserve you.

Simon returned the smile, his voice soft, “Never better.” His hands moved to hold your waist as you two shared a few more kisses. “You know I like it when you call me that,” he hummed in between the lip locking.

You moaned gently and teasingly bit his bottom lip, your hands pressing against and gliding up his shirt. You kissed his jawline and sighed, “Is that so, Lieutenant Riley?”

He squeezed your waist in a warning. “Careful, love, we don’t have time for round two. Save it for tonight.” Your pussy purred just as Simon pulled away, picking up the mask from the sink and putting it back on in an attempt to obscure his identity.

You hummed, legs still a little shaken. “Well, I might need a minute to get my feet under me. You… okay with managing my family alone?” You asked hesitantly, eyes slightly squinting as if to flinch. He studied you for a moment, eyes glancing you up and down. It made you a little self-conscious, causing you to shift.

“Of course, Y/N,” his tone was reassuring, and subtly professional, “you sure you want me to leave you? Just say the word, love.”

Your body relaxed a little, and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need a minute.”

Simon faltered, if for a moment, before he gave you a soft squeeze on the arm, and left. You sighed, turning to lean onto the counter and fix your hair in the mirror. Your legs really were shaking, much to your surprise. Yes, yes, Simon makes you shake plenty, but he doesn’t always fuck that hard, if rarely. You couldn’t be more embarrassed. Sending your fiancé, who is not the biggest people-person, back to the wolves, but it’d be more embarrassing if you walked out there in your current state.

You fixed your dress and made sure you were able to stand properly again after a few minutes. Making sure your hair, makeup, and dress were all still together, you left the bathroom with caution. You quietly snuck down the hallway, back against the wall. You got to the doorway and peeked around the corner to peer into the party.

You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom for as the crowd surprisingly died down. Family members left for home, hotels, or whatever bedrooms your grandparents had available, so the end-of-the-night afterparty was intimate and calm. You inched into the room, eyes falling on Simon, who was outside with your grandfather, lighter in his hand.

You smiled gingerly as your mother called you over. “Sweetie, everybody loves Simon. I know he isn’t much of a talker, or a hugger, but he made a great impression.” Her voice was filled with warmth and happiness, and she spoke in a hushed tone. “He also listens to your grandfather’s stories, bless his heart.” She cooed. Your mother continued to speak, but her voice drowned out as you watched your future husband.

Simon stood at ease, with his hands held together and relaxed behind him as your grandfather engaged him in a story, puffing his cigar shakily as his hands trembled while he was animated. It was so calm and serene, watching him nod, the ghost of his jawline moving beneath the mask as he spoke. Your heart fluttered as Simon’s eyes flicked over and locked onto you, giving a little wink before turning his attention back to the present conversation.

Okay, you’re definitely sitting on his face tonight.

[dellalyra]

i get to shy to ask bUTT idk if this is weird but maybe for family formation series reader is in danger OR the fam welcoming baby gojo and reader into the family ?? idk either would be a fun idea

A/N: PLEASE don't be shy to ask getting requests makes me so unbelievably happy you've no idea and I know you said or but... I'm gonna do both of these requests bc I love them both sm :):) i hope u enjoy this one and I’ll post the other one later in the week!!! Thank u sm for these <3 I like doing this series bc it feels like a nice escape from the trauma the manga provides :):)

Summary: The newest addition to the patchwork family arrives, and is welcomed with open arms.

CW: childbirth, pregnancy, fluff, just adorable found family stuff, mild swearing, mentions of Tsumiki being cursed, lots and lots of love.

Recommended Listening:

Can’t Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli (Everyone meets Akio/general vibe)

I Hear A Symphony - Cody Fry (Megumi meets Akio, from Satoru’s POV)

A Kiss to Build A Dream On - Louis Armstrong (the ending)

Masterlist

Family Formation Part Seven

13 hours of labour later, a 56cm, 8lb 5oz, white-haired, sparkling blue-eyed bundle of love was laid in your arms. Exhausted, sore, and sweaty but so full of endorphins it all seems trivial. Satoru had been by your side for the full 13 hours, refusing to eat because you couldn’t, laying behind you supporting your back and giving endless encouragement and finally catching your long-awaited baby boy. You had made a list of names throughout your pregnancy and the second you both laid eyes on your son, there was no other name needing consideration, Akio was perfect.

Satoru had cried (a lot) when his baby boy was put into his arms for the first time as Shoko stitched him up and cleaned him. You had point-blank refused to have anyone except Shoko deliver your baby, which was a smart choice given that this child was the amalgamation of the strongest sorcerer and a sorceress wielding one of the most powerful innate cursed techniques- plus, she was your best friend.

After his first bath and being wrapped in the blanket your great-grandmother had made, Akio was settled into your arms as Satoru went to announce the arrival of his darling boy to the people in the waiting room.

He came in and asked if you were ready for visitors and as tired as you were, you couldn’t wait another moment for Akio to meet his family. Your mom was out of the country and rushing home as you were in labour, dropping all sorcery diplomacy and running to her daughters’ side.

‘Let them in one at a time ‘toru.’ You say as he opens the door and calls in the person who you wanted him to meet first.

A spiky head of raven hair appears in the doorway. You smile and tilt the bundle in your arms to face him. “Gumi, I’d like you to meet your baby brother, Akio Ryu Tadashi Gojo.”

Somehow despite the 9 months’ notice, Megumi seems completely shocked.

“Holy shit, he’s real.” He looks between you and Gojo, who laughs a little at the reaction.

“Yeah kiddo, he’s very real. The bruises on my hand from your mom’s squeezing are the painful proof!” He says, waving his slightly blue wrist.

“Shut up, mom did all the real work. Are you okay? Is he okay? Do you need anything?”

“We’re both fine sweet boy, I’m sore but I did just push out a human so I’m sore. Come closer, honey. He wants to see you.”

Megumi grimaces at the thought of your pain, and also with the awkward teenage boy reaction to childbirth. He slowly moves closer, as if him moving to fast will cause the baby to shatter like glass.

“He looks like you, mom.” He says.

“You think? He’s got your dad’s colourings.”

“Nah, he’s too pretty to look anything like dad.”

You let out a huff of laughter as your husband acts out a wound in his chest on your other side.

“Do you want to hold him?”

“Uh… okay.”

The nerves have spiked in him so you scoot over to make room for him to sit on the bed beside you.

“Okay so put your arms like this, and make sure you hold his pretty little head.” Satoru says as he lifts Akio from you and places him into Megumi’s stiff arms. You smile at how cautious your husband is, you’ve been raised surrounded by children and babies so this all feels like second nature to you.

“Hey ‘lil man. I’m Megumi. I’m your brother I guess. I’m gonna show you some really cool stuff when you grow up, and make sure your dad doesn’t turn you into a clone of himself.” Megumi says to the blinking eyes of the baby he holds. You can tell he doesn’t know what to say, so you wrap you arm around your two sons.

“Megumi is gonna be the best big brother, he can show you his shikigami and show you all the cool music and read you the best books. He’s gonna keep you real safe too.” You say.

There’s silence for a minute as Megumi just looks at the baby.

“Tsumiki would have been so excited about you. She was – is, my big sister. So I guess yours too. I hope she meets you someday.” The slight hitch in his voice shows that holding his baby brother is making him realise how Tsumiki must have felt.

“You will meet her, Akio, and she’s gonna love you so much. Just how she loves Megumi.” You kiss the side of his head, and Gojo squeezes his arm around the boys broad shoulders, for once Megumi leans into him and doesn’t push him away.

“Eh, Nobara told me that you give gifts to the baby when they’re born. So I made something. It’s in my bag on the ground if you wanna grab it.”

Satoru leans down and opens it and freezes. He turns to you and pulls out a book. He sits on your other side and lays the book on your lap for you both to see.

In Megumi’s beautiful tidy cursive, on the cover, is written ‘Your Family’ and ask you open it you see photos he must have taken of you, Satoru, himself, Tsumiki, your parents, Yuuji and Nobara, Shoko and Nanami, Yaga and in one photo, in the corner you notice Geto, smiling with his arm around Gojoy, you had both discussed that you would raise your kid to know about his Uncle Geto as the man he was in high school, before the world became too much for him. Yaga makes an appearance too, along with Utahime and the second years. There’s wedding photos from you and Satoru’s big day, ones you remember Shoko taking in high school, photo’s you’ve never seen before from your pregnancy, ones of you and Satoru on missions. You realise that there’s an ‘introduction’ to each family member on each page and you begin to sob reading them.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know you’d cry.” Megumi says, panicking he’d upset you.

“Oh no sweetheart, it’s happy tears. I love it so much, it’s so beautiful. I can’t believe you did this, he can keep it forever now. Thank you, darling boy.” There’s tears in Gojo’s eyes too, behind his small sunglasses as he sweeps you 3 into a hug in his long arms.

“Um, it’s okay, I’m glad you like it. Figured he’d need a roadmap to navigate this mess.” He smirks. “Are you gonna let the others in?”

“Should we FaceTime Yuuta?” Satoru asks.

“No it will be 3am for him, we’ll ring him later. Akio’s not going anywhere.” You say, making sure your newest stray child gets his sleep is important.

“Satoru, godfather next.” You say and Satoru opens the door and waves his hand.

In walks Nanami, suit jacket draped over his arm and glasses tucked into his pocket.

“Akio! This is your Uncle Nanamin!” Satoru joyful waves between the two of them, and the tick in Kento’s jaw makes you laugh, he walks over to you on the bed, Akio now back in your arms and Megumi on the armchair beside you, Satoru standing just staring at his son.

“Congratulations, Y/N, Satoru. You did wonderfully. Was he a healthy size?” Nanami asks, practical as ever.

“8lbs 5oz and 56cm, he got his father’s height.” You say, looking at your towering man.

“And his hair and eyes, but he definitely looks like you, Y/N. He’s too cute to look like Gojo.” He says.

“Is everyone going to say that? I – am offended.” Satoru says pointing at Nanami. You laugh and you hear Megumi snort.

“Kento, we were hoping to ask you a question now you’re here.” You say, looking to Satoru, wanting him to ask.

“We were hoping that you wouldn’t just be Uncle Nanamin, but maybe you would be godfather Nanamin?” He says making a theatrical gesture towards the baby.

For once, the smile on Nanami’s face isn’t hidden.

“I would be honoured, Akio. But please, call me Uncle Kento. I presume Shoko is the godmother.”

“Godmother and doctor who delivered him.” You nod.

Nanami lifts a box from behind him.

“A gift for my godson.” He hands it to Satoru who wastes no time in opening the gift and goes “Wow! That’s so cool!” before he shows it to you, it’s a beautiful wooden box with ‘keepsakes’ engraved on the front.

“Oh Nanami, it’s wonderful, thank you so much! I love it.”

“Of course, shall I let the next guests in?”

He turns and calls in Yuuji and Nobara, who push past each other to get through the door first and you can hear the bickering.

The both gasp when they enter the room.

“Sensei! Y/N! That’s a baby!” Yuuji exclaims and Nobara’s mouth hangs open.

“Great observation Itadori.” Megumi smirks.

“No it’s just like – wow, you made a whole person! Well like a small one but still a person! It’s crazy!” He almost jumps toward you and stares through big brown eyes as Nobara skips toward you.

“Oh my god Sensei he’s so cute!!! His tiny hands!! And feet!! And nose!! What’s his name?? You’re so amazing Y/N!” She says. These two are definitely a different speed from the other two visitors in the room.

“His name is Akio.” You smile.

“Are you okay Y/N? Did it hurt really bad? Is there a way we can help?”

“I’m okay, Yuuji, and the pain was worth it.”

A mouth appears on Yuuji’s face.

“Hmph, the Gojo spawn has arrived I see. You’re stronger than I expected, woman.”

A chorus of ‘shut up Sukuna’ echoes across the room. But you look directly at his cheek and say,

“Thank you, Ryomen.” He sneered and retreated.

“I got you these Y/N!” Yuuji’s smile takes over his whole face as he hands you a huge bouquet of peony roses.

“I remember Gojo was talking about how they’re your favourites but the flower lady laughed when I asked for penises, and Nobara really died laughing so she told me they’re called Peonies.” You and Satoru burst into hysterical laughter at the thought of Itadori asking a florist for penises.

“They are my favourite, thank you honey, they’re so beautiful. Nanami, would you mind putting them in some water for me?” You say and he takes the flowers from Yuuji and you give him a kiss on the cheek.

Nobara whisks out a huge gift bag and says,

“I went shopping and bought some cute baby clothes! Look at these dungarees, they have tiny lions on them!” She shoves the bag at Satoru who nearly tumbles at its size, proving she went way overboard.

“You two are both so sweet, thank you guys. You’re both gonna make great babysitters.”

They both squeal and move to sit on the arms of the chair beside Megumi.

The next people to come in were the second years, Inumaki saying ‘Tsuna!’ As soon as he saw the baby and giving you a thumbs up and pat on the head. Panda began crying because the baby was so cute and small, and Maki immediately asked how you were, telling you she is amazed by your strength and how great you are for delivering a whole child. Toge and Panda had pitched together to buy Akio a stuffed panda and a jellycat riceball. And Maki, in very Maki fashion, brought diapers and wipes. Shoko came to the door next, returning from a rest after delivering your son.

“Mei Mei’s crows just dropped these off, they’re from Utahime and her.” You smiled taking the bags from her. Utahime was on a mission at the moment and couldn’t make it down to see you, but had sent you a beautiful card congratulations you and saying she was happy Satoru could do something right, and a beautiful box of postpartum beauty supplies, stretch mark cream and cooling eye patches included. Mei Mei also sent a card, with a set of the most expensive looking matching satin pyjamas for you and Akio.

Yaga also dropped by, clapping Satoru on the shoulder and whispering, “Well done, my boy.” To him, you knew this meant a lot to Satoru.

Your family had already given you your gift for your son, a cutting from a tree from your family home that your great great great great grandmother planted when her first child was born, using your families innate inherited technique. The tree bloomed soft blue flowers year round, no matter the weather and always seemed to faintly glow at night.

The Gojo clan, they had sent the Gojo heirloom silver rattle which Satoru had once owned as a child. Your mother was due to arrive the following day, and you knew she would be spoiling her 3rd grandchild rotten and you too when she arrived. She loved Satoru, and he loved her, so she was going to stay with you both for a week to help you both ease into the life of new parents, and Satoru couldn’t have squeezed and hugged her tighter when she offered.

After another half an hour, Satoru notices you yawning, with Akio asleep in his arms.

“Okay momma is tired everyone it is time to leave now! You can all come back and fawn over how cute my mini me is some other time.”

After everyone wishes you goodbye and a final kiss on the head for Megumi, who you send back to his dorm with a quiet thank you again for the book, you, Satoru and Akio are left in the peaceful room surrounded by keepsakes and your peonies now on the table beside the bed.

You scoot over to let Satoru into the bed beside you, and he places Akio in the crib beside you both. He squirms under the blanket, careful to be very gentle with you, knowing you’re still tender and aching. He wraps an arm gingerly across your stomach and presses soft kisses into your hairline, you tilt your head up and kiss his soft perfect lips.

“He’s really here, our little boy.”

“Thank you, Y/N. You’re so incredible, I’m in awe of you, I never thought I could love anything as much as I love you and the kids.. Thank you for giving me a family.” He says, pointing to the handmade book beside you both.

“Thank you for making it possible, you deserve the world, ‘Toru.”

And with that, you both curl up, drifting off in each others arms listening to the soft breaths of the baby beside you.

TAGLIST: @vesta-ro @lilithlunas @mialexandruh @sassy-cat-in-town @madam-ri @cjm-cookiethief

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Requests open! <3

[ba9go]

hey bahguhgo how's it going 😋 i love ur works sm i hope ur doing well! ur post abt ms camerawoman is so cute omg

HELLO ANON. IT IS I, BAHGUHGO 💥💥 it’s going pretty good i’m bouta visit the bird park n i’m dressed in all pink for the flamingoes 🦩🦩 thank you so much for asking!!! ❤️ how are YOU my dear?? i hope you’re doing so so well too!!! 🌷🌷

thank you for reading my shit i’m genuinely so grateful that there are people out there who enjoy the things i write at like 1am 🥺🌷 and thank you for taking time out of your day to leave this little ask omg it makes me so so so unbelievably happy to receive asks from you guys. @/everybody PLEASE ABUSE MY ASKBOX PLEASE LEAVE ANYTHING IN THERE. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DAY, TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE BKG, TELL ME ANYTHING. i’m p sure i’ll answer all my asks LOL i love all 500+ of you guys 🥹🥹

also thank you 🤧 ms camerawoman is indeed adorable i’ll keep you guys updated!! and thank you to everybody who left encouraging comments on that post!!!

MUUUUAH!!! 💋 THANK YOU FOR THE CUTE ASK, YOU MADE MY DAYYY ❤️❤️

[1800titz]

Hi!! so after reading the teaser thing for spanko harry i had no choice but to subscribe to ur patreon (im very happy i did😁) and just wanted to say that u have such a special gift for knitting words together and creating something so pleasing to the eyes like I’ve never read anything that’s even close to the beauty of ur writing style

Cause to me there’s nothing better than reading words that stick together like honey and English isn’t my first language but i read quite a lot in English cause i just enjoy it sm especially in romance books and fics and I’ve learned so many new words from ur stories and sometimes i have to read some of ur sentences a few times to fully understand what u mean but like in a good way cause it’s not like lazy entertainment yk it’s like a challenge to my brain as well (which i love cause sometimes it gets tiring to read similar sentences over and over again)

And it’s honestly so fascinating how ur able to describe something so simple in such a unique and fresh way and im constantly in awe of ur mind!! and also im so so excited for part 3 of spanko harry cause the tension and chemistry between them was insane like i felt like i was reading something filthy while they were just talking and i was on the edge of my seat the entire time!! and the concept is so so good im actually going feral over him and the way u were describing his hands and the fact that she was just casually binging all of his videos and he must’ve heard her when it connected to the bluetooth😵‍💫😵‍💫

and also trivia harry was SO cute like the way he just made her watch baby monkeys while he finished his shift omg i am unwell and yn’s nervous rambling was soooo adorable too but okayy this is so long but just wanted to say that i love ur brain and appreciate the dedication u put into ur stories so so much and going crazy feral insane over spanko and trivia harry literally in love w them already <33

HELLO this is so unbelievably sweet 😭 Thank you so much for taking the time to send this in (because my favorite thing ever is in-depth feedback to my silly little fics and I’m glad that so many details stuck out to you!!). And thank you so much for subscribing :’) you guys supporting me through patreon literally grants me the opportunity to create more content because I’m more financially stable and therefore have more time to work on it, and it really does mean SO MUCH, I can’t even put it into words.

AND ALSO, this is so immensely flattering! I think, genuinely, my favorite compliment to receive is regarding my writing style because I know some people can find it tedious or difficult, etc, but it’s so much fun for me to become immersed in my own writing AS I write and use loads of metaphors and stuff so this is really, really sweet. Thank you 🥹 I hope you’re enjoying what I’ve got up on patreon right now, and I hope you enjoy what I’m planning to put up in the near future 🫶

[awakenthebeing]

My sister and I adore Piepoe!!! She's such a friend and so sillay. My sister uses any/all pronouns just like Piepoe but isn't out to my parents, so when I can't call him Lucy I've started calling them Piepoe and it always makes them smile sm,,, my parents just think it's a weird nickname but it's made her so much happier!! Just wanted to share the joy your character's brought us!! I know it's silly but they mean the world to us both (-:

NO BUT BRO??? THIS LIKE. struck me in the HEART I'm so fucking glad Piepoe can be something that they can use for the time being that can bring them joy! Thank you for sharing this with me... it makes me so unbelievably happy to know that the name works for you and your sister! Truly, it does- and I say this all bc I myself have certain family in a similar scenario to the one you stated, so I really understand. But God I'm so happy to hear Piepoe can work!! Be safe, you two!! Thank you!!

[allgremlinart]

happy valentines day matty !!!

you remain one of the best artists i ever seen and i feel so so lucky to able to watch you continue to progress and grow with your creations!! im always in awe everytime you share with us your incredible talent (rather it be to sexualize a middle age man, a silly joke or doodle that brings joy to everyones dash, or one of your unbelievable original pieces that look beyond professional level). i get so excited everytime you post because i adore listening to your ideas and opinions and interests and i love seeing your creations — and because you remain one of the funniest people ive ever met !

your art is wonderful but its *you* that remains beyond incredible. your sense of humour and welcoming presence anytime you talk and post is as amazing as your ability to make your art. i truly believe youre one of the top forces that made me so invested into comics and feel accepted in the mutual circle and i hope you know im always so thankful for it and everything you share with us :) i hope you have a wonderful day, i love you !!! 💞💞💞

;w; this was so sweet thank u sm for taking the time to put this into my inbox... here is a valentine for u from me (irl batmite) I hope ur valentines was a good one!!

[nibbelraz]

I cannot begin to tell you how much unbirdled joy your art gives me (esp your sqh i adore him sm 😭💖💞💓🩷❣️💖💞🥰❣️)

This legit made me tear up 😭 Thank you so much I'm so unbelievably happy that my art spreads joy!!!

[mrkis]

omg i totally forgot we had different time zones and i was waiting until midnight to wish u a hbd (it’s still the 21st here!!) but man cas i appreciate you so much. i remember coming across your blog over about two years ago (taecas you will ALWAYS be missed, mrkis will forever be the most iconic and perfect user for u tho<3) and i instantly fell in love with twlg, your writing, and your whole personality. you were the first blog i’ve ever followed and you made the tumblr environment so special and comfortable to me (i just joined tumblr at this time!!). with you, i feel peace. no matter how many blogs, or fanfics i follow and read, somehow i always come back to you and i’ve never ever gotten tired of reading any of your work. you’ve made and still have been making my tumblr experience so special and at a busy time of my life right now, i still always seem to make time to come and catch up on your blog n ur asks pretty often. you as an author, and as a normal human is my definition of perfect. i love your absolute bluntness, your humour, your way of writing, and just you in general <3 you provide me w sm comfort and i could not thank you enough. you are quite literally considered my best friend and i appreciate you for having such an opening, supportive and loving blog. you not only create the most tear slipping-cum slipping fanfics but you’ve also created the most comforting atmosphere here on your blog. people like you are the people who have love songs and love poems written for them. i hope whatever is happening in your life outside of tumblr, is not too pressuring and stressful. i wish you good health, a safe year, a happy year, and what would a birthday wish be if we didn’t all wish for you to receive the most mind-blowing, pussy leaking, bed breaking, moan-spectacular birthday sex <3 i love you, i love you, i love you. hope your always doing okay. with a heart like yours, you deserve all the happiness in the world and so so much more. i’ll be here supporting you till the end of time. sending you hugs and kisses always!! but especially today <3

- 👒

that’s actually so fucking adorable that you were waiting for the clock to hit 00:00 in your timezone… what the fuck :,) thank you sm!!!! AND OMGGGG TAECAS…. wow. what a wild ride that was. kinda miss her :’) but mrkis is the one🫦 anyways im literally on the verge of fucking crying again this is so unbelievably sweet… i’m so so so so thankful and happy. truly. i hope i can continue to forever make you feel at home and comfortable here my baby <3 im waiting for mark to come home rn to give me some bday sex (real) I LOVE YOU!!!! thank you sm again for wishing me a happy bday <3

[tahdashi]

uwah ! i associate u wif so many things omg . . . matcha green, earth tones, sandalwood incense, pretty sarees with gold silk embroidery, chai ( homemade chai! like how grammie makes it . . . on da stove wif all da cardamom n cloves n cinnamon n garam masala . . yumz ), new york, lofi hip hop radio on youtube, my anatomy notes ( was just looking at them the other day . . omg ), wrapping yourself in a blanket and sitting at your desk ready to pull an all-nighter to study for exams, scrubs ( not da show like . actual scrubs lawlz ), cafe hopping, fall ! autumn ! oversized beige cardigans ( that you definitely did not steal from keiji ), worn in docs, minimal dewy makeup, linking arms wif ur friends when walking, a bed with white sheets by the window in the attic where light streams in in da morning, cuddling into keiji's chest so the light doesn't hit the back of ur eyes, clinging onto him like a koala so he doesn't get outta bed, ice skating at the rink, fluffy mitts, catching the sunrise on the roof with your lover <3

this got so long omg it sounds like im obsessed wif u >//< maybe i am

coco i’m not even kidding i’ve read this so many times and it makes me so happy i don’t think you understand (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) i love the smell of sandalwood SO. MUCH. pretty sarees :((( GOLD EMBROIDERY AHH SO BEAUTIFUL !!! the chai part made me cry i drink chai 2-3 times a day w all the masalas n cardamom n spices and it’s . my favorite thing on this planet i learned how to make it from my mom but i also used to drink it w my grandma when i was lil oh my god this really touched me :((( hehe the part about all nighters…. yea yes i do a lot of those >.< I LOVE LINKING ARMS WHEN I WALK W PEOPLE !!!! and and and i wanna cuddle into keiji’s chest so bad it’s my one wish sobs this made me so so happy i love you so much i feel like you know me ??? so well ??? like this is so spot on i think we’d be best friends irl 😞

i associate you w amethyst, rose milk, flowery perfumes, diamond jewelry, dainty anklets, spring, pink tulips, flower shops!!!, lab coats hehe, cooking at midnight w your lover under the fluorescent kitchen lights, really specific playlists for each feeling and moment you wanna remember, car rides with the window down, dipping your feet into the water at the beach, white bikinis, sundresses, rosé, the pretty harbor!!!, and tobio twirling you around when you wear a pretty dress (his face all (..◜ᴗ◝..) bc you’re the cutest in the world)

[tenderyellowbluefics]

Heyyyy bestie I love your fics. I die for them. I was wondering if I can make a request for Eddie Munson x innocent reader . Where the reader is with Eddie and finds some cookies in a baggie in the fridge . Little does she know they are edibles . She eats almost the whole bag and starts to feel funny and she’s high and Eddie freaks out because she had so many and cares for her while she’s high . ☺️☺️☺️ I hope that made sense lol

Aww I'm so happy you like my fics!! Thank you sm!! But ahhhhh this idea is so cute!!! He would be so adorable taking care if his partner imma cry.

Summary: Y/n finds Eddie's stash, and Eddie has to take care of them.

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting, very briefly though, fluff rlly.

The only time pronouns are used for y/n is when Eddie says "She'll". Pronouns aren't stated any other time as I try to keep my writings as inclusive as possible!💕

Request are open and welcomed! And to those who are waiting for me to respond to yours, I promise they are coming haha!

You were unbelievably bored. Eddie's hellfire campaign was tonight and it seemed like he'd been gone for hours. With not much to do in his small trailer besides watch tv and sleep, you preoccupied your time with snooping through him and his uncles belongings. Really any of his uncle's things were already out on display for all to see as he didn't have his own bedroom. The trailer was a one room, and Eddie occupied that space. And as far as Eddie's, there was nothing you hadn't seen already.

Defeated, you retreated back to the usual time killer, eating.

Browsing through the dimly lit kitchen, none of the food items caught your eye. Most of the food was frozen dinner meals or canned goods, nothing special, nothing that quite caught your attention.

Once again defeated, you began to walk out of the kitchen before light deflecting off a plastic bag above the fridge caught your eye. You stood on your tip toes to reach the bag, curious as to why it was hidden behind dusty boxes of off-brand cereal that hadn't been touched in months.

You were pleasantly surprised to find out it was cookies. You were confused as to why they would be hidden, but finally came to the conclusion Eddie hid them so he wouldn't have to share.

You plopped down on the couch and turned the tv on, after flicking through random channels you settled on the show "Growing pains." Not a particular favorite of yours, but it would do until Eddie could come back and entertain you.

Pulling a cookie from the plastic bag you immediately noticed a difference. They seemed intensely dry, and crumbled a lot easier than most chocolate chips cookies would, but you brushed it off as them most likely being stale from laying around.

As time went on, the more you enjoyed the show, and the more you lost track of just how many cookies you had eaten. When a commercial break interrupted your laughter, you finally took a moment to glance down at the bag, now seeing there was only 3 left out of the original dozen. You felt slightly bad for eating all his snacks, but just told yourself you'd buy him more.

You were a little shocked by your lack of guilt, as usually something like that would make you feel terrible. But you were once again distracted by the tv program coming back on.

My god when did growing pains get so funny. You thought to yourself.

Seeing Eddie's headlights shine through the front window, you got up to unlock the front door for him. As you kept it locked at most times due to everything that's happened in Hawkins with the mysterious murders and such.

When you stood up, your legs felt like jelly, causing a slight tickling feeling that made you laugh. Reaching for the door handle, the coolness of the metal also amused you.

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart." Eddie cooed, walking in, and kicking his dirty, white sneakers off.

(I had to do the "sorry I'm late" thing I'm sorry💀)

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart." You mocked his words in a silly tone, not in a mean way, but playful.

He slightly chuckled at you, but you seemed to find it a million times funnier than he did, as you were doubled over laughing.

Eddie raised his eyebrow, confused as to why you were so playful at this time of night. Maybe you were delirious from exhaustion, he assumed.

He moved past your position on the ground over to the couch. A loud gasp from his direction made you turn your head towards him.

"Y/n did you eat these?" He questioned in an alarmed voice, holding up the bag of almost gone cookies.

"'m sorry, I got a little carried away" you giggled, "I'll buy you more."

His face fell even farther than where it was before.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. What am I gonna do? She'll be fine, I'm sure of it! It was only, 1..2..3..9 pot cookies, oh my god." He was rambling and pacing back and forth, using his fingers to calculate how many you'd eaten.

A light whirring in your mind silenced him out as the room began to spin. Your once giggly attitude, was now violently ill.

Feeling the contents of your stomach bubbling up, you scurried into the bathroom only a few feet away. Eddie heard this, and quickly followed behind, putting a hand up to stop the bathroom door you attempted to shut behind you.

You felt Eddie's ringed hands gather up your hair so it didn't get in the way. And when there was nothing left in you to come up, He quickly got you a glass of water. Rubbing your back as you chugged it like you'd been in a drought for months.

"What the hell was that?" You sighed, panting.

"You just ate pot cookies." He replied in a sing song tone.

"What?! That's a thing?" You questioned, snapping your head to look at him.

"Of course it is! You can put weed in pretty much anything if you use some creativity."

Panic started to set in. You had never done anything to do with weed. Despite have a drug dealer boyfriend, you were as straight edge as they came.

"Wait, will I be okay?!" You frantically asked.

"Of course." He said matter of factly, raising a hand to wave at you as if you were silly for asking.

"I can't like overdose can I? No that has to be a thing its a drug. Oh my god am I gonna die?!" Your voice became more and more panicked after every word.

"Yes baby, I promise you'll be okay. No ones ever died from to much weed. At least not that I've heard of. You'll feel loopy for a little bit but you'll be fine, trust me. I've taken more than that in one sitting before." He chuckled, looking down seeming remembering something behind the last sentence.

You only nodded your head in response.

"C'mon, lets go lay down. Its pretty late."

"No!" You were quick to protest his suggestion. "What if, what if something happens and I don't wake up." You were always great at assuming the worst possible outcomes.

He frowned, "Baby, you're not gonna NOT wake up. But if you don't feel comfortable going to sleep how about we watch tv?"

You nodded your head in agreement once again.

You layed with your head in his lap, while one of his hands rested on your side, and the other played with your hair. With you still slightly high, you giggled constantly until you finally dozed off.

After noticing your deep slumber, he decided to carry you to the bedroom. Even through all the movements, and his failed attempts to move you as gently as possible. You were still knocked out cold when you hit the bed.

He chuckled at your weed-comatose state.

[bellylivesthepoguelife]

incredible. John B x Sarah

Request: “Every inch of you is the most incredible thing that God ever created.” with jarah!?

Word Count: 318

A/N: just a short lil somethin somethin for this one because vjew;no;febwbveffwjf;ds (Also the gif fits perfect) it’s short but effective and makes me heart kinda stutter a lil bit bc omg i adore them sm. okay im done.

They were laying facing each other in their favorite place in the world: the hammock under the oak tree. The sun was shining, but the tree provided the much needed shade from the strong July sun.

They were content.

John B had one foot on the ground, and was rocking them slowly, his head propped on a hand as he watched Sarah. She was laying with her hands behind her head, looking up at the tree above, and smiling when the suns rays found the space between the trees enough to shine through on her face.

Neither wanted to interrupt the moment, but both felt the weight of it.

Was this... happiness?

Sarah looked across and saw her fiance already staring at her, making her shake her head in embarrassment and look out over the marsh.

John B couldn't help but smile at how unbelievably perfect he found her. How was she his?

"Every inch of you," John B started, drawing her attention back to him as he looked to where his fingers were grazing lightly across the soft, sun kissed skin of her calf. "is the most..." he paused, looking for the right word. "incredible thing that God ever created."

Sarah smiled at the cheesiness.

Cheesy, yes.

Cringey, maybe.

Effective, always.

"I can't tell you how much I love you."

"You could try." he teased.

She thought about it. "I love this life. The life we built together. Despite the obstacles that were in our way. The future is exciting. I can't wait to legally be yours."

He winked as she mentioned their upcoming wedding.

"You made me fall in love with living again when I never thought I would be able to."

She smiled as she breathed in the salty air, and glanced out at the marsh again.

"And that's why I think my love for you runs so much deeper than it ever has before."

[morifinwes]

Lauraa I finished all the fics, apart from decay (currently reading that now) and I love it sm! Especially the lip gloss one lmao the whole thing was so hilarious to me XD but also like the concept of lwj wearing lipgloss is >>> -yibobibo

@yibobibo then i'm going to rec you some more!! the lip gloss one was !!!!! ajsksks yes!! lwj wearing lipgloss is just so!! good!!

modern

this one is the painful one i talked about:

visitations by var_abelasan (12K, wip, divorced wangxian, post divorce, most of this is angst, uhm lowkey don't but also do want wangxian to end up together, it's messy, the jiangs & lans are shitty, wwx was in prison (brief mentions of that but it's kind of a major plot point), mxy & xy are the little brothers he never wanted but wwx picked them up anyways)

"Wei Ying-" Lan Zhan says, stutters, "I'm sorry." 

And now Wei Wuxian sees it, the red rimming Lan Zhan's eyes, the rumpled edges of his blazer. There is an old, familiar urge for him to reach over, to hold Lan Zhan's hand and smooth his hair, to tell him that everything will be fine. 

"We're all a bit sorry about this, I think," he says instead, and finds that he means it. For Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji and everyone else in that Guanyin temple, the pain must be unbearably fresh, like skin just flayed open. But Wei Wuxian's chest had been cracked open a long time ago, his wounds licked and cauterized and sewn shut over five long years - Ever hurting, but a dull, constant ache, "It's really alright, Lan Zhan."

 

Five years after being accused of corporate espionage and losing everything, the Guanyin Scandal breaks open and Wei Wuxian finds a familiar face at his door.

please don't let me be misunderstood by sysrae (3K, partly deaf!wwx, lwj notices, nobody else does though, idk wwx is like made out of fucking steel or some shit)

Lan Wangji has known Wei Ying for a fortnight, the first time he sees him get hit by a car.

light by redkosmos (10K, blind!lwj, which causes angst, but they manage it, best friends to lovers, fluff, lwj being insecure and feeling like a burden, college au kind of? but it doesn't matter too much)

The realization slowly dawns on him.

He can never again see the brightness of Wei Ying's eyes, the way they crescent when he smiles, never again see the rich black of his hair, the mess of it in the early mornings, never again see the beautiful tan of his skin, the beauty of the scars and marks adorned on it, how he wears his clothes, how it hugs his frame beautifully, how he looks like he's adorably swimming in cloth when he wears Lan Zhan's, and-

(Lan Zhan loses his vision in a car accident and learns to cope with it.)

don't leave me by trippinonskies (19K, brief very brief mention of lwj cheating, he doesn't but wwx is afraid lwj is cheating on him or just wants to break up with him, (he doesn't), marriage proposal, lwj acting distant = wwx's insecurities show up, fluff, angst and comfort)

Lan Zhan! Where are you lost today?” Wei Wuxian finally asks, at the end of his patience.

Lan Zhan looks a little guilty as he looks at Wei Wuxian, “Sorry, just a lot of work to deal with.”

Lie.

If there is one thing Lan Zhan can’t do, it’s lying. Especially to Wei Wuxian. But he doesn’t question Lan Zhan. He just accepts the reply, too scared to know that he is right. Too scared to know the truth.

// or where Lan Zhan is too hung up in planning the perfect proposal and ends up accidently ignoring Wei Wuxian making the other think that he wants to break up //

want you closer by xiaobucephalus ((3K, HORSES, only in the background tho, but wwx is an equestrian vet, which is so fucking valid bro, the lans own horses, a sick bunny, lwj the bunny parent!, super cute, dark bay throughoutbred chenqing is honestly so valid)

“Thank you,” Lan Zhan said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Don’t thank me, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying laughed again, his voice warming the chill of fear that had settled in his chest. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to get into your hutch for a while anyway.”

safe in your thoughts by anonymous (20K, it's a cherry magic au???? (i haven't watched it, but you have i think?), horny lwj but only for wwx (always for wwx))

Wei Wuxian learns three very important things on the night of his twenty-seventh birthday.

One, that Lan Wangji is ridiculously funny, which Wei Wuxian had known before but what Wei Wuxain hadn’t expected was Lan Wangji to be funny at his brother’s expense.

Two, that Wei Wuxian had finally gone mad, absolutely mental at the ripe age of twenty seven because nothing else would explain the third thing he had learnt.

Third, and the most unbelievable of the lot, that Lan Wangji wants to fuck him.

iura by yoo_im_finally_writing (1K, only added bcs op is right and wwx would've the cutest german accent, it's more fun if you understand german so hit me up if you want translations for the german sentences)

Wei Ying calls in the middle of the night to talk about German law, and Lan Zhan tries very hard not to fall asleep. Or at least, not to let Wei Ying notice he's falling asleep. (As best friends do.)

breathe in the air, the last of its kind by wereworm / @neverdoingmuch (27K, getting together, jealous!lwj, but also kind of supportive, brief mention of cheating bcs of miscommunication, no actual cheating tho, college au, lwj pov)

Following Wei Ying’s line of sight, Lan Wangji can barely prevent a smile from crossing his lips when he sees the short row of rabbit statuettes placed at the front of the display. Silver, with bright gems for eyes, they look elegant yet lively and animated.

“A-Yuan would love one of those,” Wei Ying murmurs, almost as if to himself.

Lan Wangji frowns; the rabbits, while cute, don’t seem like a suitable gift for Wei Ying’s A-Yuan.

...

It’s only when he glances back at the rabbits and notices what has been placed on display behind them, that the pieces fall into place. They’re engagement rings, there’s no doubt about it. Lan Wangji feels his heart sink – Wei Ying isn’t just dating A-Yuan, he wants to propose to him.

Or: the five times Lan Wangji thinks that A-Yuan is Wei Ying’s boyfriend and the one time he learns the truth.

paint smears on sunny days by snowshadowao3 / @angstsexual (53K, getting together, art teacher!wwx, single parent!lwj, they're rich if i remember right, wwx & lwj are both good with kids!!!, this is so good actually, fluff)

To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.

He comes close, though.

By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.

What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.

“Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”

Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.

(Or: Falling in love with your son’s art teacher, in five parts)

no bunny compares by gusucloudbunny (4K, god this is cute, fluff)

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cornered his friend one week before his birthday. “If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”

Lan Wangji furrowed his brow at Wei Wuxian, not exactly sure how to answer that question in a truthful manner that didn’t involve confessing his undying love for his best friend.

Wei Wuxian is on a mission to get Lan Wangji the perfect gift for his birthday. What Wei Wuxian doesn't know is that the only thing Lan Wangji truly wants is him.

wei wuxian's week of realizing things by photojenny (12K, i have read this multiple times, i always forget what happens, idk why but my notes say it's good, the tags say drunkji makes an appearance and i'm always up for that)

"Lan Zhan, do you like Mianmian?" asked Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji blinked, and stared. It was not the first time Lan Wangji had questioned the perceptiveness of the boy he had a crush on. Wei Wuxian had been smart in the class they had taken together. Yet time and time again, Wei Wuxian had tested the old wisdom that there are no stupid questions.

---

Lan Wangji must figure out how to confess when Wei Wuxian is the most oblivious person he's ever met.

are you my wisdom tooth? because i'd like to take you out by yellowcarnations (1K, crack, fluff, lwj stop flirting with a stranger, even if he is your husband, drunkji but make it to max level)

Lan Zhan wakes up and he has no idea where he is.

There are bright lights and his jaw hurts, he doesn't who this man next to his bed is but oh he might be in love, maybe, probably, definitely.

–

based off that guy-forgets-who-his-wife-is-and-hits-on-her vid but its wangxian.

beep! goes his heart by wearing_tearing (3K, fluff, lwj is like "he, he likes me right? he likes me" and everyone is like "yes, yes he does")

“Wei Ying’s heart monitor,” Lan Wangji starts.

Wen Qing blinks at him. “Yes?”

“It beeps.”

“That’s… what they generally do, yes.”

“The beeps change,” Lan Wangji continues, “when others are around.”

*

Wei Ying’s heart only sings for Lan Wangji.

canon

obedient and bellicose by thunderwear (19K, lwj is cursed by the lan elders, they notice too late, fix-it fic kind of?, lqr being a good uncle and lxc is a good brother, wwx accidentally uses the curse but he doesn't know about it)

It took Lan Wangji a long time to realize he was cursed. Too long really, anyone else would have noticed so much sooner. The problem was, he liked following the rules.

Ella Enchanted AU that no one needed but I wanted.

hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (10K, amnesia, fluff, wwx taking care of lwj, so much fluff and softness, angst too but not that much)

The issue is, Lan Wangji brings his thoughts back before they stray too far, that it is impossible for someone to be in his bed, unless Lan Wangji himself invited them. He has not. He would remember doing so, and besides, all his night clothes are still on and there is no headache to imply that he was inebriated last night. No, the situation is simple.

There is someone in Lan Wangji’s bed. It is impossible for anyone to be in Lan Wangji’s bed, and yet that doesn’t seem to have stopped the stranger.

or lan wangji wakes up, and wei ying is there. he doesn't understand how or why, and he can understand even less why his hallucination of wei ying is so insistent on bathing him, and braiding his hair, on holding him and fixing his clothes. why the hallucination of wei ying seems so happy to see him.

teach me the way by likeafox (58K, rogue cultivator!wwx, horny wangxian, lwj wants wwx to teach him how to be a good lover, ....wwx is a virgin, the porn is the plot, but there's less of it than i thought)

"I do not wish to leave my future spouse… dissatisfied with my intimate knowledge,” Lan Zhan says, very seriously. “I am hoping to find an instructor, to better prepare myself for such matters."

Wei Ying feels his mouth drop open. He's pretty sure the Second Jade of Lan just told him he's a virgin who wants to learn how to do sex good.

Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian is the stuff of local legends. Some of those legends are even true! The ones about his tremendous experience in bed, on the other hand, are not so true. Which becomes a problem when Lan Wangji, on the verge of an arranged marriage and worried he won’t know how to please his future spouse, enlists Wei Ying's help to teach him the art of love-making. Wei Ying's great at improvisation, though, and is pretty sure he's got this sex mentor thing under control. What could possibly go wrong

other aus

of god: my love unholy by tunnelodfawn (3K, tw blood / war, dark!lwj, god!wwx, kind of poetry)

Lan Zhan takes everything as a sign from his god. The blood staining his fingertips—a holy anointment. He sanctifies himself through blood. The strings of his guqin gleam red in the sun—a divine blessing. This is an instrument of destruction. A single note—a cry of power—and in this note the voice of his god unravels the earthly threads tethering man to earth.

The Yiling Patriarch blesses Lan Zhan with war. Wei Wuxian blesses Lan Zhan with agility. Wei Ying blesses Lan Zhan with love.

The base of the Yiling Patriarch’s shrine is the home of Lan Zhan’s knees. He worships. There is something of the blasphemous and the unholy in his prayers. He prays not for victory but for the sight of Wei Ying. Bless me with your presence, he begs.

Or, wherein, Lan Zhan bridges the gap between the mortal and the divine—the worshipper and the god—with blood.

the river and the sea by sasamelons / @sasamelons (7K, soulmate au, arranged marriage (wangxian with each other), they're both kind of dumb but i love it)

Lan Wangji gritted his teeth, wishing to just be left alone. "I am looking for my soulmate," he ground out.

"Oh."

It took Lan Wangji a few moments to realize that Wei Wuxian had stopped following him. When he looked back, the other boy seemed to be frozen to the spot, eyes wide and lips still parted. He quickly looked away when he saw Lan Wangji looking back. "I see. Well, have a good trip!"

--

At six years old, Lan Zhan met his soulmate on the streets of Yiling and promptly lost him again.

At sixteen years old, Lan Wangji met his betrothed and was determined not to like him.

[dreamypeaches]

don’t wake up pt. 5 | rafe cameron x reader

summary: your relationship progresses and rafe makes a mistake

warnings: drug use, alcohol use, cursing, angst (oops)

word count: 4.8k

a/n: apologies in advance. this is sad. it’s also not completely proofread because it made me sad while reading it back. final part will be out tomorrow or monday. enjoy :)

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Rafe Cameron was a lot of things. He couldn’t even count all the labels he had swirling around his head. Rafe Cameron was an asshole. Rafe Cameron was a disappointment. Rafe Cameron was an addict. Rafe Cameron was hated. Round and round the words spun in his head. But for the last few weeks, they had slowly started to dissolve replaced by words that spilled like honey from your lips. Rafe Cameron was a good boyfriend. Rafe Cameron was sweet. Rafe Cameron was strong. Rafe Cameron was loved.

You two hadn’t said the words yet, but he knew how he felt about you and he was certain you felt the same. For three weeks you had been official, secretly. Not a day went by that he didn’t see you, hug you, kiss you. You and Rafe hung out everyday. Sometimes, Rafe would plan out elaborate dates, spending his money like it was nothing to buy you a dress and some fancy lingerie. You would drive to the mainland where no one you knew would be, going to the most expensive restaurant he could find, then staying in a suite at the nicest hotel possible. Rafe Cameron was a man who liked to spend his money, he was glad he had finally found something worthwhile to spend it on.

As much as you loved being spoiled by Rafe, most times the extravagance was too much. You grew up on the Cut, you were used to having nothing. You were a simple woman with simple needs, and Rafe would do whatever you wanted to meet them. So, most days, you would drive around the island. You had made several playlists, each one designed to introduce Rafe to a new type of music. Rafe was the first to admit that he had shit taste in music. The first time he had picked you up in his car, he’d pressed shuffle on his music. The look you gave him had been the most terrifying thing he had seen to this day. It was decided then that, as long as you were in the car, you decided on the music. Rafe was pleased to learn that he wasn’t completely hopeless. You had been pleased to hear that he loved Fleetwood Mac, one of your favorite songs being Dreams. From then on, you promised Rafe that you would save him from the musical desert he was living in.

As much as Rafe loved showering you in expensive things, he loved the time in his car with you more. Music turned all the way up, windows down, his hand on your thigh, you singing at the top of your lungs with a contagious grin on your face, it was like a dream. He would drive until the sun started to go down. You would pick up dinner and end up at the beach or one of the beautiful lookouts that graced the Outer Banks. Cuddled up together, you watched the sunset and ate and talked. There were days you couldn’t wait to get home and would have sex under the stars. That’s when Rafe found you most beautiful, moaning his name as the moon reflected around you like a halo. You were his angel, and he was unbelievably happy. Still, it was hard, you both knew it would be.

There were days he fought with his dad and all his negative thoughts and anger swelled up inside him like a bomb. You learned quickly how to defuse him, with soft touches and quiet words, but some days he just needed time. Only once had he come to you, high as a kite with white powder still present on his nose. You shut it down immediately driving him home and telling him if he ever was around you high again, you were done. Rafe had taken it to heart, and had been clean for a couple weeks now, with great difficulty.

He stayed true to his other promise, not provoking your friends when they happened to bump into each other. Despite not knowing about your relationship, it seemed JJ Maybank was intent on making Rafe break his promise.

Rafe had been hanging out with Kelce and Topper when they ran into you, his sister, and the rest of the Pogues. He whispered to his friends to just ignore them, avoiding their surprised looks. Resisting the urge to look at you or touch you, he pushed passed, only to be stopped by JJ’s taunts. He heard you trying to stop him, telling him to just leave it alone, but he wouldn’t listen. Topper and Kelce turned, biting back at the blonde Pogue’s words. Rafe turned as well, meeting your pleading eyes for just a second before grabbing Topper, who had started to approach the group with malice, by the arm and pulling him away.

“They’re not fucking worth it.”

The rest of the Pogues started to leave, but JJ and Topper stood their ground, both refusing to be the first to walk away. Rafe watched as your hand moved to JJ’s shoulder, pulling him towards you but he pushed you off. Rafe’s eyes followed your hand as it trailed down JJ’s arm, taking his hand in yours. White hot jealousy coursed through him as JJ looked at you, and you looked at him, not Rafe. His fists clenched painfully at his side, trying to resist the urge to punch the smirk off his face as he looked back at the Kooks.

“See you Powerpuff girls later,” He said before you pulled harder on his hand. You spared Rafe one last glance, a quiet smile on your face, before walking off, JJ’s hand still holding yours.

Rafe felt himself go numb with rage. It boiled just under the surface for the rest of the day, until that night when he picked you up. He was completely silent on the drive to your destination. You noticed, easily. His normal grip on your thigh was instead wrapped around the steering wheel, showing of his white knuckles. He barely even kissed you when you got into the car, not meeting your eyes. By the time you reached the lookout where you were having your date, you were fed up. Knowing exactly what his problem was, you prepared yourself to confront him. You laid out the blanket while Rafe grabbed the cooler. The moment his butt touched the ground, you were on him.

“Look, I’m sorry about JJ. He doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut,” You started, reaching for Rafe’s hand. He pulled it away from your grasp, turning to look at you for the first time that night.

“Does he have a thing for you?”

Your eyes widened, taken aback by not only the words, but the venom behind them.

“A thing? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and JJ! I saw you two today! The way you held his hand and the way he fucking looked at you, I can’t get it out of my head! So please, tell me whether or not you have a thing for him so I can decide if I get to break his nose,” Rafe seethed. You looked away and sighed. He allowed you to take his hand this time, though he didn’t return your grip.

“No, JJ doesn’t have a thing for me. But, since I care about you, I’m going to perfectly honest. JJ and I did have a thing, once, many years ago. Honestly, I wouldn’t even call it a thing, it was nothing. I was young and he was my best friend and he was cute. We were sixteen and just trying to figure out dating and all that shit. He asked me out because it made sense, me and him. Everyone already thought we were together, so why not try. We went on one date, he kissed me, and we realized what a terrible mistake we had made.”

Rafe had now laced his fingers with yours, staring down at your intertwined hands as you spoke. You reached up and tilted his chin to look at you.

“Baby, that was years ago. JJ and I are just friends and we will never be anything else.”

“Someone should tell Maybank that,” Rafe mumbled, making you giggle.

“If this,” you motioned between the two of you, “is going to work, you have to trust me.”

Rafe groaned, running a hand through his hair. He rarely wore gel in it when he went out with you, knowing how much you hate it.

“It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s him. This is why I want to stop hiding. That Pogue needs to understand that he can’t touch what doesn’t belong to him.”

You rolled your eyes before lifting yourself up so you were face to face with him, lips inches apart.

“I don’t belong to anybody, Cameron,” You breathed. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you roughly into his lap to straddle him. One hand moved down your back, gripping your ass as he sucked on the sensitive spot below your ear. You let out a moan and he chuckled darkly, whispering in your ear, “Are you sure about that angel?”

Clothes were shed soon after that, Rafe hovering over you and pounding into you as you screamed his name into the night. When you finished, Rafe held you close against his chest, covering both of you with a blanket. His fingers ran through your hair as you head rested on his chest.

“Are you going to the kegger tomorrow?” He asks.

“Of course. Are you?”

“Yeah…” Rafe is silent for a moment, choosing his words carefully, “Do you want to go together?”

He feels you sigh as you lift her head, resting your chin on his chest to look at him.

“Midsummers is only a week away, baby. I want one more week of just being with you without having to worry about anything else, okay? One more week, then you can shout it from the rooftops if you want.”

He already knew your answer before you had even spoken. Several times throughout the past few weeks Rafe had asked you to go public before you had planned. Each time you said the same thing, just a little bit longer. Rafe Cameron was a lot of things, passionate, persistent, possessive. Patient was not one of those things. That days incident had done nothing to calm his already raging impatience. But he kept it down, willing to wait one more week if it meant being able to hold you like this for the rest of his life.

Rafe woke to you getting ready for work. Your hair was still wet from the shower, hanging loosely around your shoulders as you pulled on a bra and underwear. He didn’t move from the bed, too enraptured by you to even think of turning his gaze away. You felt his adoring stare and turned to give him a smile as you covered up the love bites he had left on your neck the night before.

“Good morning, baby,” You said walking over to give him a peck. Rafe had other ideas, wrapping an arm around you to pull you into his lap, deepening the kiss. A giggle escaped your lips as Rafe’s lips trailed down your neck and you gasped as he sucked at a bare spot on your neck. Satisfied with his work, he leaned away and gave you a smirk.

“You missed a spot.”

You crawled off the bed, flipping him the bird as you returned to your make-up bag. You got ready quickly, the walk to the Wreck from the Cameron residence being much longer than from your own home. Rafe had offered numerous times to give you a ride, but you didn’t want to risk it. Plus, you always added, you liked morning walks, helped you get your mind ready for the day ahead. Rafe couldn’t wait for the days when he could join you on your walks, hold your hand as you moved through the morning sun where everyone could see you.

Kissing him quickly, you pulled away before Rafe could deepen the kiss. You gave him a smile as you started toward the door.

“I’ll see you tonight!” You called before sneaking into the hallway. You had perfected the art of sneaking through Tannyhill undetected, and Rafe could hear you humming the Mission Impossible theme as you disappeared down the hall. He grins at your dorkiness before snuggling back into the pillow that still smells like you.

“Rafe!” The man woke to the sound of his name, jumping as his door bursts open and a stern faced Ward Cameron walks in. “Of course, you’re still asleep.”

Rafe reaches for his phone on the bedside table, mumbling, “What time is it?” 3:13p.m.. Shit.

“Dad, I’m so sorry-” Rafe began before his father cut him off.

“Oh, you’re going to be. You were supposed to be at Davidson’s office three hours ago to help me close that deal. My own son blowing off one of my biggest investors, do you know how big of fool that makes me look?”

Rafe rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to comprehend his father’s words through his sleepy haze.

“I must have forgotten to set an alarm last night. I’ll call Mr. Davidson, I promise, I’ll fix it.”

“You will do no such thing. You’re done.”

Eyes widening, Rafe jumped from his bed, grabbing his pants laying on the ground and pulling them on.

“Dad, please, I know I fucked up, but I can fix this, just let me-”

“No, Rafe. I will fix this, just like I fix everything you ruin.” Rafe’s mouth slammed shut as his father set his menacing glare on him. “You know, for the past few weeks, I thought you were changing. You’ve been different, working hard, getting serious, acting like the son I always wanted, but now…I know it will always come back to this. You will always find a way to disappoint.”

Ward’s eyes rake over his son’s body, taking in the hickies adorning his body.

“And what was it that had you so distracted, hm? Some whore?”

“Don’t call her that,” The viciousness in Rafe’s words takes Ward aback for a moment, but he recovers quickly.

“What should I call her then? Do you have a girlfriend, Rafe, who I haven’t had the privilege to meet? No, of course not, what respectable woman would date you, a boy with no prospects who mooch off his father’s money. A disappointing little shit, what woman would want that?”

Rafe doesn’t meet his eyes. It is silent for a moment, Ward waiting for some sort of response that never comes. He scoffs, shaking his head.

“What father would want that?” He says finally. The door slams as Ward leaves, making Rafe flinch. He stands in the middle of the floor, frozen for a moment by the ice of his father’s words. When he’s sure his father is long gone, Rafe let’s out a frustrated scream, turning to assault the bed with his fists. His breathing is heavy as he pulls away, pushing his hair out of his face and looking around the room. He moved to his dresser, eyes wild as he pulls open the drawer, tossing clothes around until he finds the small, white powder filled baggy. He holds it up, feeling his heart pound. But the words of his father are staring to be drowned out by your voice in his head. Rafe gives the bag one last glance before shoving it in his pocket.

Kelce and Topper are already pregaming when he shows up at the Topper residence a few hours later.

“There he is!” Topper calls, bottle of vodka in hand, “We were worried you’d be too busy being balls deep in Pogue pussy to hang out with us.”

Kelce makes a face at his friend’s crude words, greeting Rafe with a slap of the hand and a fist bump. Both Topper and Kelce knew about his relationship, it had been hard to keep it from them after that day at the golf course. Respectful of your wishes, however, Rafe refused to tell him exactly which Pogue it was. They had their guesses, always bringing up a new name when he saw them. Topper has suggested you once and Rafe had to hold back his urge to confirm.

“Yeah, not today,” Rafe says simply, taking a seat on the couch beside his friends.

“Man, who knew Rafe Cameron of all people would be pussy-whipped. And by a Pogue of all people? You could do better.” If looks could kill, Topper would have dissolved out of existence right then and there. Passing Rafe the bottle of vodka, Kelce tried to ease the tension.

“We’re just glad your happy, man.” Rafe grimaced, chugging almost half the bottle before passing it to Topper.

He had spent the last few hours stewing. Ward’s words sitting at the back of his mind, taunting him. He’d tried to call you, but knew you cared too much about your job to check your phone during a shift. He’d sat in his room, smoking one of the joints you kept there to calm his nerves, to no avail. When all else failed, he drove down the Wreck, needing to see you. But as he walked towards the door, he saw you through the window. Leaning against the counter, you were laughing at something one of the Pogues had said. They were all there, Kiara behind the counter with you while the rest, including his sister, sat on the other side. You looked so happy at that moment, in a world that he never got to see you in. He turned back to his bike at that moment, not wanting to ruin your day with his shit. So, he went to the place he was used to going after a fight with his dad, place he hadn’t been to in weeks.

Barry was surprised to see him, thinking Rafe had dropped dead somewhere finally. He didn’t stop to chat, already too disappointed in himself for being there at all. He bought a couple grams, doing a line before leaving the disgusting home and making his way to Topper’s.

Rafe looked up at Kelce, who’s smile had faded into a look of concern after watching his friend chug most of the vodka. Rafe gave him an emotionless smile, reaching into his pocket.

“Do you know what would make me really happy? If I didn’t have to do all this alone,” Rafe threw a few bags of coke onto the table, earning him a slap on the shoulder from Topper.

“Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

Topper and Kelce continued talking as they sorted the lines, but Rafe tuned them out. His eyes squeezed shut, all he could see was you. You’re disappointed look the first time you had seen him high, your smiling face from earlier today in the Wreck. Ward’s voiced echoed. What woman would want him?

Rafe’s eyes snapped open and he ripped the rolled up bill from Topper’s

“Dude, what the fuck?”

He leaned down and snorted two lines, relishing the familiar burning feeling. Passing the bill back to Topper, he leaned back on the couch. As the high washed over him, he tried for the first time to push all thoughts of you out of his head.

The kegger was in full swing. You’d been there for a little over an hour now and had yet to see your boyfriend. You’d been concerned by the several missed phone calls from him waiting on your phone at the end of you shift. You’d tried calling back, but no answer. Again, on your way to Kie’s to get ready for the party, no answer. No texts, no nothing. Kiara had noticed your concerned look as you sat on her bed, staring at her phone.

“Everything okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” You replied.

“Is it your secret lover?” Kie wiggled her eyebrows at you and you gave her a half-hearted laugh.

“He isn’t answering. But, it’s whatever, I’ll see him later, I’m sure.” You tried to shrug off the worry nagging you from the back of your mind.

“Wait! Is he going to be there tonight? Do we get to meet him?” Smiling at her excitement, you shook your head.

“Yes, he will be there but no, you don’t get to meet him. Soon, I promise.”

Kiara gave you a look before turning back to her closet, picking out the perfect outfits for both of you.

She continued to check in on you throughout the kegger. Your anxiety was interfering with your ability to have fun, too busy searching for any sign of Rafe and checking your phone constantly. The phone was suddenly yanked from your hands as JJ appeared in front of you, a concerned looking Kie and Pope  behind him.

“You need to calm down. I feel like I need to take a Xanax, you’re anxiety is so bad.”

You tried to grab for your phone, but JJ snuck it into his back pocket, handing you his drink instead.

“Have fun, Y/N! I’m sure lover boy will show up soon!” Pope said, JJ nodding in agreement. You tried to heed their words, but it did little to suffocate your worries. A distraction was in order. You looked out onto the dance floor, noticing Sarah and John B dancing up on each other. You downed the contents of the red cup, barely even tasting it as it slid down your throat.

“You’re right, let’s dance!” You said, dragging your friends to the dance floor beside John B and Sarah. Soon enough, you were moving you hips to beat, laughing and spinning as your friends danced along with you. You suddenly gasped, moving over to JJ as one of your shared favorite songs came on. He took your hand, spinning you around and dancing like an idiot as you both shouted the words. You felt your worries slowly start to fade away, unaware of the jeep that had just pulled up to the edge of the Boneyard.

Rafe sat in the car, frozen as his friends hopped out. Kelce appeared at the passenger window, pulling the door open.

“You coming man?” No. He thought. He didn’t want to face you, didn’t want your to realize who you were actually dating. A disappointment, an asshole, and addict. But Topper wasn’t having it. He took Rafe by the arm and pulling him out of the car.

“C’mon, let’s go find your little Pogue.” Rafe felt his feet move, his heart pounding as they got closer and closer to the excitement of the party. The music was blasting and he recognized it immediately. It was one of your favorites. He pictured you in the passenger seat of his truck, dancing wildly in your seat as you yelled the words. He knew exactly where you would be.Like a magnet, his gaze was pulled to you on the dance floor and all his worries and self-hatred of the day faded.

Instead, he was filled with white-hot rage, burning through him like a wild fire in the summer. You were next to Maybank. He watched you dancing, laughing, being happy with someone who wasn’t him. He heard his heart pounding in his ears as JJ grabbed your hand, twirling you around. His feet moved on their own, marching down the sand and straight toward you. All he saw was red as he threw the punch, fist connecting with Maybank’s cheek and sending him to the ground. There was yelling and gasps from the crown as Rafe climbed on top of the blonde, gripping his shirt and landing punch after punch. His knuckles were on fire and wet from the blood covering JJ’s face. He couldn’t stop. He heard you scream his name. He couldn’t stop. He felt something crack beneath his fist. He couldn’t stop. Someone grabbed him, spoke to him, he couldn’t hear.

You were in front of him suddenly, eyes full of tears and fury. Your mouth was moving, but he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. All he knew was you were yelling, before turning back to JJ, who was being helped up by John B and Pope. Your hands cupped his barely conscious face that was more black and blue and red than anything else. He watched you say something to him, watched John B and Pope carry him away, watched you return to him. You didn’t touch him, just started walking to the edge of the beach. He followed. He had to.

It was almost completely silent where you were, you had walked so far. All he could hear was the crashing of the waves (or was that the pounding in his head?) and your uneven breathing. He stood in front of you, staring at the sand at your feet. He was startled by your soft touch as you took his hand, holding his wrist to examine his knuckles, which were red and bloody. Just as soon as it had come, your touch was gone, his hand dropping to his side limply.

“What the fuck, Rafe?” Your voice wavered, watery and dejected. The anger had not yet disappeared from his veins, clouding his mind as he spoke.

“He was touching you. I told you, Maybank needs to learn not to touch what’s not his.”

“And I told you to trust me! I told you to leave my friends alone! You almost killed him, Rafe.”

Silence. He’d never heard you yell before, never heard anger come from your angelic lips. But what he noticed the most was the fear. Fear of him, of what he is. He couldn’t speak, but you wouldn’t allow him to stay silent.

“Rafe, fucking look at me!” You took his head in your hands, tilting it up to meet your eyes. Rafe wanted to crumble at the look on your face. It wasn’t just disappointment that swam in your eyes. Sadness, fear, anger, they all were there too, but one was more prominent than the others. Disgust.

“You’re high,” You stated, releasing his head and taking a few steps back.

“What did you want me to do, huh? I couldn’t even talk to you about it! I couldn’t walk up to you and say ‘excuse me, can I cut in? I want to dance with my girlfriend.’ No, because you want to hide. This wouldn’t have happened if you had just come with me!”

“So this is my fault now? I didn’t shove the cocaine up your nose and make you beat the living hell out of my friend!”

“Maybe not, but if you had just listened to me, we wouldn’t be here! Maybe, if you weren’t friends with those dirty fucking Pogues, we would be happy!” Your glare sent a knife right through his heart.

“Those dirty Pogues are my family! And if you’re calling them dirty, then you’re calling me dirty too. Just because you deemed me worthy of your Kookness doesn’t change who I am, where I come from!”  You sniffle, looking down at your feet.

“But that’s just it, isn’t it? That’s what it comes down to, Kooks and Pogues. Maybe this is my fault, maybe if I wasn’t so scared of losing you, of losing my friends because of some stupid rivalry, it would be okay. But that’s not how it works here. You will always be a Kook and I will always be a Pogue and there will always be some impossible gap between us that, not matter how hard he try to cross it, we will always fall to the bottom.

“And I hate it, because I…I love you, Rafe.” His heart breaks at the way your voice quivers around those words he had been so desperate to hear. He wants to reach out to you, hold you, kiss you, scream at you, anything. But he’s frozen to the spot, a lump forming in his throat as you move closer to him.

“I love you, but I don’t think we can do this. There will always be something.”

You will always find a way to disappoint. They weren’t your words, no, but they were close. There would always be something for Rafe to fuck up.

“I love you, Rafe. I’m sorry…” You trailed off, hand lingering on his bicep before disappearing, walking back towards the party and away from him.

Rafe stood there, still frozen. Some part of him was shouting at him, begging him to go after you. Don’t lose her, you can’t lose her! But the other part of him, the part that screamed louder, kept him where he was, far away from you and your heart that he had broken.

Rafe Cameron was a lot of things. Rafe Cameron was an asshole. Rafe Cameron was a disappointment. Rafe Cameron was an idiot. Rafe Cameron was an addict. But, most of all, Rafe Cameron was loved, and he had fucked it all up.  

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2020 follow forever :^)

hello it is, but i, ur local frog, yura, i really realllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy wanted to make some kind of post to appreciate everyone on here because , fr, you guys have been such a large part of my life recently and i can not thank you enough... every single person i have interacted with on here has been so wonderful and it’s been such a pleasure to talk with you guys<3

also extremely extremely extremely sorry if i forget anyone, i really really do love every single person i interact with!! this is my first time doing something like this also this is probably filled with typos but im too impatient and lazy to read what i wrote, im so sorry if its weird or something aaaaaaaaaaaa jhdsgjhd

without further ado lets goooooo losers😎

@honeyedmilks sof u are one of the softest people i know, we didn’t get to talk that much this year but i love ur presence in general and it makes me :D when u pop up on my dash/notes hehe, i can’t express just how much i adore ur writing, the vibes and settings and the way u write in general is so my thing and !!!!!!!! <3 

@asianmelodrama faizaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa u are mine and a lot of other people’s sunshine on this hellsite !!!! ur blog is so feel good and pretty and relaxing and i love all ur thoughts and ur gifs are soooooooooo pretty and ur so cool !!!!!!!! thank u for being so kind and creative and wonderful and for creating a place so safe and lovely i love u i love uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

@muscosus robin robin robin robin ILUSM !!!!!!! ur so fun to talk to and i find it so amusing that we met each other via druck but then consequently found all our interests colliding and we were literally *shook pikachu* kdhigjdghkjf also whenever u tag me in whale stuff it warms my heart so much and i treasure our friendship so so much !!!

@lesbiangoths OLIVIA why are u so adorable :( everytime u send me an ask im :) ur so creative and talented and ur crocheting stuff looks so COOL !!!!! also ur vibe is just immaculate in general and talking with u is so easy, never change ilu bro

@illiterateopossum ELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ur DEFINATELY one of the people on here that are MOST special to me, all our conversations are so freaking fun and man, u just get me .... and watching u get into all the dramas and anime i reccomend ??? it makes my heart doki doki hiagsjhjh thank u for always looking out for me and sending me the most loveliest messages, im really really bad with words and i am SHITE with keeping up with messaging but i seriously treasure our friendship so so much, i only hope for good things to happen to you next year and all the years after that, you’re such a kind wonderful person and !!!!!!!!!!!! i love u sm :(

@beesnutz KJDFKHIJFHKD GUSTE i wanna be emotional this one time and tell u that ur seriously such a fun person and the way my brain goes on overdrive from creativity when i talk to you is . insane. i want to bonk ur head with as much cereal as i can, never forget that you will always be the dumb sidekick to me, the superior villain and i WILL lead the way to world domination one day. sometimes i feel like u aren’t even real, you could be an anime character and i wouldn’t even bat an eyelash . ilu <3

@rosa-leche kana kana KANA :^) how are u so ???? sweet ???? adorable ???? wonderful ????? i already had so much fun interacting with you, all ur thoughts and messages are always so sweet and u make me smile SO much, and after the secret santa i feel like we have so much in common !!!!!!!!! do tell me if u ever watch bloom into you hehe, keep being the angel u are, ilusm !

@petekaos RAHUL !!!!!!!!!!!!! meeting u this summer feels like so long ago somehow, you sir!!! are one TALENTED person . it really really amazes me with how much passion you get into things and how much love and adoration you put into the things you create, its so so special .... anytime i see u vibing on my dash it fills me with so much joy, keep doing u bro !!!!

@toptaps zeeeeeeeeeeey you are so lovely :) you’re so gentle and soft and i adore talking with u about nanamin, also u are so cool and i was rly rly happy when u followed me lol, lowkey i admired u from afar jdhjkhdijd i love uuuuuuu

@fushiguroo MY LIL OREO CUTIE PATOOTIE oFC i still remember the first ask u sent me, i was so taken aback and honoured :( and the more and more i talked with you and saw you on my dash i was so happy, you have such good taste and you’re so so cute, take care of urself and stay the precious bean u are ok? 

@morksuns sumaya sumaya sumayaaaaaaaaaaaa everytime you interact with me im :D i love all our little convos and ur vibe in general is so peaceful and relaxing, im glad i got to meet you:’) here’s to another year and many more after that, that are filled with only good dramas !!!

@gayvlad NICO (nico niiiiiiiiiiiiii ) YOU DESERVE THE W O R L D. i dont know why but as soon as i had like one convo with u that one time i thought u were such a chill cool person :( im so happy that i get to be friends with you, all ur gifs are so pretty !!!!!!!! ur such a kind person and ur blog is such a warm nice place to be. :) 

@cupidhashorns   peach ........... PEACH !!!!!!!!!! you might be one of the nicest people in the WORLD , whenever u like my posts, regardless of whether u know what im on about lmao, i feel so seen... its just so nice to know that Someone i listening to the shit you throw into the void on this site lmao, i adore all ur asks and i truly truly appreicate all your messages so much. thank you for finding my blog interesting at all man, i cant tell you enough how happy you make me :)

@guihan arloooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY CAT FRIEND . THE AMOUNT OF SEROTONIN YOU HAVE GIVEN ME IS IMMEASURABLE your cats ................... are so cute .............. !!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so glad i got into tsomd and got to meet you , whenever u tag me in things im !!!!!!!!! also im defo gonna read  twwtadsl sometime ksdjkdhjksd you make it sound so good aaaaaaaaaaaaa

@otterplush rey many people have probably already told you this but you are someone so ...... so spectacular and special and incredible and amazing ............  so much of your words has given me SO MUCH comfort in the short time i had known you, seriously. i seem to always stumble on your blog whenever im most hurt and your words have really had an impact on me in the best way possible and i love u so so so so much. i only wish for good things to happen for you and i want to be there for you in a way you are for everyone else !!! you are so warm and kind an generous, everything about your vibe feels so soft... also i always wanna rb everything you rb ndjbshs ur blog is so pretty :( 

@aheartandashirt nisaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA MY KSH THIRST BUDDY KDHJKHDKJHDF fr ive had some of the BEST convos with you, ur taste in dramas is !!!!!!!!!!immaculate !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its so so so  fun talking with you and everything you gif looks so nice !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for being such a lovely friend to me, you’re so easy to talk with and so friendly and nice and <3 *pat pat pat* 

@tetsuos dawn dawn !!!! you are !!!!!!!!!! such a talented person !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love ur little corner on the web, its so nice to read all ur thoughts about the dramas you’re watching, all your thoughts are so well thought out and interesting to read and, in general, i adore seeing you do ur thing :) *hug hug * 

@heartsofsunlight angel ! your drawings are so beautiful !! you are such a beautiful person in general ! whenever u drop by it makes me so happy, its been so lovely getting to know you, thank you so much for talking to me :) i love uuuuuuu

@metawin jay jay jay !!!!!!!!!!!! for some reason whenever i see u im overcome with so much love !!! everything you make is so beautiful and u are defo one of the most elite people here hehe, also ur cats are ........ so adorable ............ 

@metawwin aliiiiiiiiiiiii, its been such a pleasure seeing you on here !! ur so soooooo kind and whenever u sent me those adorable asks it made me so happy, you’re like a little happiness fairy, you eminate so much joy and positivity !! also ur singing ... immaculate 

@87s min min !!!! u are soooooooooooo adorable, i think ive said this before but u seriously give me little sibling vibes lol, its so fun talking to you, and im so happy that you first popped up to me !!!!!!!!!!! iluuuuuuuu

@joblessquinoa JQ :^)    i always associate you with my engineer haha, and that was so long ago !!!!! ur so fun to talk to, and i adore seeing u rb and leave ur thoughts on all the manga and webtoons im reading !!!! in fact whenever u like my posts i aways feel so happy hehe, also . i literally wouldve failed my coding course without u thank u SO much for helping me out * cries* 

@gigiesarocha cata CATA CATA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  when you first popped up i was so elated to talk to you, u seemed so nice:( and later when u told me u watched joan’s galaxy because of me i was sdhfsgijdfhjkdhjkfh all ur gifs are so unbelieveably gorgeous, i literally go back to the set u made of yioh staring at joan skipping all the time, its so ........ beautiful.......... hopefully we get more wlw content next year and hopefully theyre all as good as joan’s galaxy hehe, iluuuuuuuuuu

@yibobibo aamna my love !!!!!!! how are you so precious ? everytime u reblog any of my posts its an instant serotonin boost, the experience of getting back into mdzs along with u was seriously incomparable, it was so FUN and i wanna go back :( ur such a friendly wonderful and talented person and i adore seeing all ur creativity blossom on this website, ilu aamna !

@brightwin JELLY jelly u are literally the human embodiment of the softest teddy bear in the WORLD . i wanna give u all the hugs and pats i can because u make me so !!!!!!!!! happy and u fill me with so much soft warmth ........... thank u for being u, all ur gifs are so pretty and its been so nice to be able to bask in the light that comes off of u, never change i love u so sooooooooooo much <3

and lastly, some blogs that i really really adore !

@kurusutakatsu @chanagun @yuhaosturtle @jiangyanlisgf @duoerla @yinyu @tichawongtipkanon @jbums @wenqing @lemongrasslesbian @weiixian @schech @kikuism @earthfluuke @0ffgun @yamaguccchi @wullu @seniorwitch @leoyunxi @floraflorenzi @dreamterlude @florbexter @doctorbahnjit

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aaaa i cant believe i only found your tumblr today??? i’m so sure i’ve seen your art before but i cant believe they’re all done by the same person,, that didn’t click until i was scrolling through your page and falling in love with kagehina all over again— they’re both so cute and he way you draw them is so 🥳🥰🥺‼️💕

sadly i’m a vv broke high school student at the moment but if i get a summer job or a part time job when i start college next year the first thing i’m doing with my money is buying your merch because they’re sososo pretty and the charms look so cute and i adore the stickers!! sorry for the whole ramble i’m just very very grateful for you and your art dkksksks thank you sm for all your hard work, please know that it’s extremely appreciated !!

AAAHHHH I can’t believe how cute and sweet you are 😭😭

Your message made me unbelievably happy oh my god ❤️ I feel very honored! Thank you so much for liking my art and sending me this awesome message 🥺🥺