#using that tag for me bc i wanna do this every year now

[dullanyan]

top 5 games of the year (only 2 were released this year, these were just ones i beat this year)

5. tears of the kingdom story was only ok, but the gameplay was super nice!! lots of stuff to do, lots of cool places 2 go :}

4. paper mario despite the emulator fucking up, it was super fun!! i love the characters and the story, and especially the music!!

3. zelda twilight princess i never got to play this game in its prime, and im glad i finally got to play it!!! super pretty, love the music and scenery... the story is so nice, and i love midna!

2. castlevania symphony of the night i didnt like this game at first. i was so bad at it... i died a lot and took so much damage... but after i got better armor and weapons, it became super fun!!! i ended up really enjoying it, and now its my 2nd fav game i played this year :}

pikmin 4 cmon. its a given. i have been NEEDING this for a decade. and it was everything i needed and more. i love it sosososo much. please play pikmin 4

[hauntingblue]

making a collection

making another collection with a threatening aura

[chitin-crusader]

kindof losing my mind bc uhhhh. how am i supposed to like. afford to live.

[matamisin]

my hair reaches past my knees and it drives me crazy everyday BUT it's the only thing I get complimented on so she gets to stay.. for now 🤨

[remi-thirsts]

𝐅𝐀𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?

pairing: gojo, geto, choso, and toji x fem!reader (separate) summary: celeb!au where the boys are interviewed and asked a pretty personal question ! (I took nanami out bc I don't think he would want to share your business with the world) content: kinda suggestive, established relationships, allusions to sexual themes, mentions of dacryphyilia in toji's, pet names, cursing, celebrity!au (model, singer, actor, etc) wc: 1.4k

♡ 𝐒. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

"Yes, yes! Thank you for joining us today, Gojo-san. All of your fans are excited to see you play the new lead role in this upcoming movie!" For the past hour Gojo has been answering questions many of his fans have with an interviewer who has gathered some of the most asked questions.

"Next question!" The women exclaims excitedly, when she reads the card she pauses in shock, "Um.. who put this card in there...?" Now the white haired actor was curious.

"Well, what does it say? I'm sure it can't be that bad." His cocky attitude is showing, but a huge percentage of his fans like when he's like this. It makes fantasizing him all the more creative and exciting; or so you hear.

"Uh...uh. Um-" She remembers the camera is rolling, and this is live TV. "Many fans know you have a girlfriend and a lot of them want to ask,

"What is your favorite position?"

Gojo knew his PR team would probably get on his ass for answering this question instead of moving on to a different one but he doesn't care- at all.

"This is a tough one... hm. I guess if I had to choose I'd say cowgirl. I love the way she rides," he pauses for a second before continuing with excitement, "She's hella good at it too! Every time I watch her bounce on it my eyes about roll to the back of my-"

"OKAY. Thank you, Mr. Gojo!" She interrupts, quickly turning to the camera with a very forced smile.

"There you have it! We'll be back after a brief commercial break!"

♡ 𝐒. 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Your boyfriend, Suguru, started a podcast about his music life with his band mates two years ago. Since his group already had quite a huge fan base, it was no surprise they took to their podcast with excitement.

Usually the group would talk about funny backstage stories or moments where their performances were almost ruined. Today they're doing a Q&A, the questions that are most asked will be answered first, while less popular questions will be answered later.

"Oh shit, people wanna know Suguru." He quirks an eyebrow, the raven haired male leans his mic towards his lips so the people can hear his voice.

"Know what?" A sly smirk forms on his face because he knows there could be at least a million things 'the people wanna know.'

"They wanna know what's your favorite position to have your girl in." The lead singer snickers whilst asking the question. Suguru clicks his tongue and taps on the desk a few times.

"I really like to have her legs behind her head cuz I can reach really deep that way."

"Sooo, mating press?" Their lead singer is just as nosy as their fans so of course he's gonna press on.

"Hell yeah, man." Some of them clap and others laugh at Suguru's openness.

-----

You were really busy but you decided to tune into your boyfriend's podcast after a bunch of people tagged you on twitter to go listen to today's episode.

When you hear Suguru tell all 2 million of his podcast listeners what position he likes to fuck you in, you scream into your pillow and turn into a giggling mess.

He never knows how to keep his mouth shut, and you love it.

♡ 𝐂. 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

You're laying on your boyfriend's bed listening to him play his game. Choso's a big time streamer at this point. Four years ago when he started his fan base was quite small and he just enjoyed the few who would join his gaming streams. Now, Choso streams as work and he still loves it just as much as he had long ago.

"Thank you for the tip 'prettyem0b0y22'," Usually Choso reads aloud whatever message they leave with their tips but he hesitates this time.

"Uh- you don't really expect me to answer that, right? She's laying on the bed right now."

That statement immediately grabs your attention, you glance at his monitor screens, trying to get a peek at whatever his fan was asking of him.

It seems plenty of others want to know the answer to this question too because the chat starts speeding up, meaning that they're spamming.

"Guys come on, I'll turn chat off if you guys don't stop." Choso is as scary as a cute little kitten, so they just keep at it, and now you're curious too. What could possibly be that bad that he didn't want to answer it and to be fair he has answered some pretty crazy questions before.

"Indulge me Cho, what did 'prettyem0b0y22' wanna know?" His head swings so fast he could have gotten whiplash from it. His cheeks are burning pink and his brows furrow in confusion.

"I promise it wasn't anything crazy, don't worry about it." Oh, you're worrying about it alright. His strange behavior prompts you to spring up off the bed and walk your way over to his desk.

Instead of just taking a quick look at the chat, you make yourself comfortable in your boyfriend's lap. Obviously the chat goes absolutely crazy when they see you make this gesture. Choso is no doubt embarrassed but he slings an arm around your waist anyway.

"So what was the question he couldn't answer in front of me?" Prettyem0b0y22 wastes no time sending another hefty tip.

"I asked him what's his fav postion with you." When you read the whole thing aloud some giggles leave your lips.

"He likes when I ride him while facing him. For what reason? He's a titty man." Choso gasps as you expose both of you. The risks are high, anyone, literally anyone could see this clip and think something about you, but you don't care. It's your body and his, people don't have power over how you two interact with each other.

The chat explodes with all kinds of things, most are shocked emojis, while others are spamming the cherry emoji. Luckily, Choso's moderator team puts slow chat on and does a few other precautions to settle the situation.

"Baby- I- what if your family sees this? Or worse your boss?!" His concern is absolutely adorable.

"Well I guess I'd have to start a streaming channel of my own?" Everyone in his chat is totally on board with that idea. They've seen you play for Choso before and they think your commentary on games is quite funny.

"I don't want you to lose your job though." This time he whines in pure worry.

"I won't, baby. It'll be alright. Don't overthink it."

♡ 𝐓. 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

Toji's got what people want to see in model catalogs and magazines. The slutty waist, the well defined but not too defined muscles, his beautiful eyes and long lashes. Toji is a picture perfect model, which is what landed him his modeling gig and even a whole career a few years later.

A journalist, who's particularly interested in his dating life more than his modeling career asks him a bunch of dating related questions.

Some have speculated that Toji was dating, but he neither confirmed nor denied those allegations. You and Toji agreed to keep your relationship on the down low, because having a bunch of strangers in your personal business was not desirable.

The journalist woman words the questions in a way of inference.

"Assuming you had a girlfriend, Fushiguro-sama. What would your favorite position in bed be?" At first Toji groans but then when he registers the question he decides he'll answer it hypothetically when in reality it is something he likes to do with you.

"Hypothetically speaking, if I had a girlfriend my favorite position with her would be missionary, because I'd want to look at her pretty face when she's cryin' on my cock." The journalist writes that down, Toji knows everything he says will be censored but the people will still be able to figure it out.

"Missionary, really? Many people online have guessed you were a doggy-style kind of guy. Based off of your twitter statement that said and I quote 'Love it when her ass is phat. Love squeezing that thing.' End quote"

Toji lets out a deep laugh before answering the woman, "Doggy-style is for people I don't care about, people I don't want to look at, my girl- if I had a girl, she wouldn't be just any fuck."

More theories start to surface after Toji's slip up of words, and that's okay, because they don't know you and you don't know them.

divider: @/plutism

[slut4msby]

first kiss. miya osamu x reader

+ tags & warnings; not proofread & v rushed </3 also like quiet a lot of swearing (mainly just the use of the word 'shit')

+ a/n; day 6/7!! one more day to go before i go take a LONGGGG nap (i wish :<) but yeah this isn't the best written but here u go bc im on my osamu shit atm <3

“So you’re seriously telling me, THE Miya Osamu has never kissed anyone?” You teased the now embarrassed dark harder boy. “Like THE Miya Osamu, like brother to like the schools biggest flirt Miya Atsumu? What’s next your brother hasn’t either? I always knew the Miya twins were FULL of surprises but this, THIS is new.”

“Ew, I don’t wanna know who my brother is kissing and shit.” He said defensively.

“Why?” You questioned.

“Whaddya mean why? Because it’s weird he is like my brother I don’t wanna know what girls he’s snogging and sh-”

“No, I mean like why haven’t ya kissed anyone ‘Samu?” You cut his ramble off, “like I’m sure there's plenty of girls willing to, you have just as many fangirls as Atsumu, just his are louder and more annoying. And apart from that there’s no denying you're an attractive man. I mean you take care of yourself as well.”

“I-I don’t know, Y/N. What I do know is I don’t wanna kiss some fangirl or some shit, I want it to be with someone I care about I guess.”

“Awww 'Samu, that's so cute.” You gushed at his response.

“Shut it, Y/N.” 

As the conversation comes to halt the school bell rings, ending your first break of the day. “I’ll see ya later, ‘Samu. You smile walking down the hall to your class. You sit in your seat next to Osamu’s twin brother, Atsumu.

“Hey, Y/N-chan~” He says as you sit down.

“Hey ‘Tsumu? Ya know ‘Samu has never kissed anyone, like isn’t that just kinda bizarre. Like he’s funny, a good cook, handsome, good at sport ya know what more could a girl want? Like I know he’s seen women and shit but I dunno it’s just weird, I kinda feel bad.” You say towards Atsumu.

“If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him or something? I’m sure that’d shut him up. Ya both never shut up about each other, it’s kinda annoying.” 

“He talks about me?!” You say with a pink stain spreading across your face.

“Did ya hear what Y/N-chan said earlier, did you see Y/N-chan today, I think I’m gonna bring Y/N-chan some food tomorrow, Y/N-chan this, Y/N- chan that and every time I tell him to shut his trap.” Atsumu sighed, placing his head in his hands, “and yer not any better Y/N.”

“I don’t talk about him that much.” You say crossing your arms, frowning at Atsumu. Atsumu just rolled his eyes in response. Not long after your teacher began teaching her lesson, you couldn’t stop thinking about the twins' words. “If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him”  “to be with someone I care about I guess” “Ya both never shut up about each other”. There was certainly no denying your attraction to the silver haired twin. But in your years of knowing him, neither of you showed any romantic interest in each other. You had both seen a range of people, every breakup the same. Ending with one comforting the other, “they were such a dick anyway” or “I never really liked them to begin with.”

As the school day concluded, you decided to watch the volleyball teams practice. A common occurrence at this point.

“Oh hey, Y/N.” Suna said as he entered the gym, Osamu behind him. Osamu looked up to give you a smile, which you returned. No hey or hug like you were used to. There was something different about Osamu this time.

As you watched the boys practice, you would have some casual conversation with the team. Giggling and smiling, but never Osamu. It was always Osamu, but not since your conversation earlier.

Eventually Osamu was alone for the first time the whole practice, so you decided to confront him on his weird behaviour. “‘Samu?” You ask softly, his head poking up to look at you, “you’re acting weird, is everything okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, Y/N. Just a little stressed, school and all that,” He mumbled softly before returning back to practise leaving you dumbfounded. 

“You know that’s not the reason right, Y/N?” Suna said from behind you. Causing you to look behind you, giving him a look of curiosity. “Apparently Atsumu sent him a message earlier, I dunno what it was exactly about but it was something about you that’s for sure.” After Suna finished speaking he grabbed his water bottle and walked away.

You couldn’t focus on the last part of their practices, instead you were left wondering from Suna’s words. As practice concluded, you could hear the Miya’s bickering as you began leaving before Osamu called out to you, “Y/N-chan!” You stop in your tracks turning to face the twin jogging towards you, “can we talk for a second, please?”

“Oh sure.”

You and Osamu walked in silence, an awkward silence in drastic contrast to the usual comfortable silence before reaching a private area.

“I uhm- about earlier I’m sorry for like acting weird…” he said fiddling with his fingers, “it’s just ‘Tsumu sent me a stupid text and It’s just like bothering me and-”

“Osamu.” You cut him off, looking at him in the face, “can I kiss you? I know you said you wanted it to be someone you care about-”

Your words were cut off as Osamu placed his hand on your chin, pulling you closer before your lips collided. The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a fusion of unspoken emotions and shared history. As you both pulled away, heat rising on both of your faces. Before Osamu let out a chuckle, “did ‘Tsumu get you too?”

“Mhm. Glad he did though.” You say wrapping your arms around, Osamu. 

“Fucking finally. You owe me some puddin’.” Atsumu said towards Suna, who just rolled his eyes in response.

©slut4msby.

[lovebugdrabbles]

Wriothesley Headcanons n$4w vers

notes: i need readers to please go into this believing bro is 35 years of age MINIMUM. or u won't get my VISION. also, my tags are messy bc it's my first time posting my writing on tumblr so just pretend ik how to tag my writing.

warnings: n$4w obvs, 1k words, untitled sentences for the aesthetic, semi-lit, i do use apostrophes, shortened words/abbreviations, i want him in a muzzle so that's mentioned, inappropriate use of handcuffs, i mention he gets rough, i write him as a sweetie pie lowkey tho, tbh it’s a little vanilla, i made a joke abt being ford tough and i feel that warrants a warning, biting, pet name ‘doll’ used, (brief mention) ass slapping , (brief mention) hair pulling, i call him a teddy bear a couple times, (mentioned) slight manhandling, i get a little too into imaging him subby, oops, i also get a bit caught up in soft dom wriothesley,

now playing |◁ II ▷| ‘doin time’ by sublime

methinks he's defff vers/switch but will fully let a partner take over or will take control himself. i don't believe he's picky in this department for a moment. i think he might prefer dom however his dom side has limits.

i bet he's sooo vocal. letting every little grunt and moan out. word vomits too. whatever he’s thinking, his partner will hear it.

big softie. idc. he is a SWEET MAN. 'love should be warm' headass.

so many pet names for his partner. doll, baby, baby-doll, babe, sweetheart, hon/honey. but doll or sweetheart r his faves.

using his title in bed makes him melt.

like i don't think he's malicious in bed. like truly. he seems teddy-bearish to me but i could be looking thru rose colored glasses i must say.

he's def a bit rough tho but i think it'd be in a playful way. there is times he’d get too into the moment and grab on a bit too tight to a thigh or the hair he's running a hand thru or snap his hips a little too hard but he doesn't mean to and will apologize immediately and try to make it up to a partner or even stop mid-session to make sure the other party is alright.

not opposed to using the cuffs if a partner asks. on him or his partner. but he needs enthusiastic consent before or he won't do it.

i do think he’s actually rlly good abt asking for consent to do things tho. but he does it in a way that it feels like part of sex and not just asking for permission ‘you like that?’, ‘you wanna keep going, doll?’ ‘wanna keep taking me?’ but he will make said doll use their words or he won’t keep going. mans is a whore for hearing a partner beg or ask him to do something and he's not above it either.

he seems like the type to wanna hold hands while going at it. like if his hands can reach his partners they are intertwined or at least touching. a pinkie wrapped around the other at the very least. he feels closer and just… better with it

y'all know the shirt that says 'warning this bitch bites' he needs it. will leave marks that last for days and absolutely loves if a partner does it too. but he does feel a bit guilty after especially if it's a hard bite so will pepper kisses on them after.

seeing his bite marks on a partner drives him crazy tho. like, makes him stop in his tracks and wakes up smth in him like a sleeper agent.

kisses thru-out the ordeal soz u can pry this from my cold dead hands. he feels a little guilty if he isn't kissing a hand, a clavicle or any piece of skin he can delicately place a smooch on occasionally when he's not biting ofc.

additionally: my brain has been occasionally FOGGED w thoughts of him in a muzzle. i'm drooling rn actually. i think he'd have a love-hate relationship with it since he wouldn't be able to kiss or bite a partner but he absolutely bends at a partner’s will when they tug on the bars and that's the best part for him

honestly i don't think he'd be comfortable going much harder than what i've mentioned. maybe he'd allow a few slaps on the ass but idk just seems out of character imo. being rough and tumble is for work and the ring and i think he'd keep it that way.

i did say he's a switch/vers so it's time to talk abt both sides of the coin :))))

when he's in a particularly subby mood; he's pathetic. a complete mess of a man.

its so satisfying to see a guy so high in power just groveling to someone.

i bet he looks at a partner w the biggest puppy dog eyes, mumling the softest and breathiest pleases, his hair all tousled and falling over his face. he thinks he's willing to do anything a partner orders him to do atp.

especially interested in peppering kisses on a partner when he's in this mood. nuzzling and sighing as he wraps his arms around his partner and smooches.

this is the time he is very much not opposed to the handcuffs on him.

i think he'd asked to be praised or called a good boy on these nights. i don't make the rules.

this is when he gets vocal. whimpering included too.

but the facade almost immediately drops when aftercare starts.

on the topic of a dom wriothesley; honestly i dont see him getting into the rough dom role but staying more of a soft dom and being very comfortable there.

that is where the word vomit happens, talking a partner through it all when he's in this mood, telling them how good they feel, they're being so good, or to quiet down despite being a bit noisy himself but that's what his biting is for.

moaning into every bite. teeth marks and hickeys covering a partner the next morning leading to that system overload i touched on earlier.

willing to try more positions when he's in this mood fs but he truly believes you cant go wrong w the classics. *cough cough* missionary

this is when he gets real into it and loses himself in the moment like i mentioned earlier. hips bucking and hands reaching to hold onto a partner like they'll escape.

he gets a little bit rougher but its still not in a mean way more in a 'oh yeah? watch this.' type way. pulling a partner closer of man handling them to hold their hips in a better position.

occasionally those pet names get a very adamant 'my' in front of them.

i think this is when his most comfortable area of aftercare comes in but not before one last thing.

he'd like to stay holding a partner for a bit afterwards, letting everyone regain their bearings before hopping into aftercare mode if he was the one in control.

aftercare on top tho. tea, running a bath, helping a partner bathe if they so want, helping a partner get dressed if they're super sore, massages, just all out pampering, especially if he gets a little rough.

he equally enjoys reciving aftercare but is hesitant bc he says he's fine or he's built tough. BUILT FORD TOUGH. sorry idk where that came from and he is but the guy needs to let a partner take care of him sometimes.

the 'love is supposed to be warm' line weighs heavy on me if u cant tell. he's just a teddy bear :(( ugh i'll sob.

la fin !

end notes: tysm for reading the ravings of a madman !! i've had so many random ass thoughts abt him since playing the story quests lmfao and i wanted to get out of my fluffy/horror writing comfort zone so i wrote basically what i think he's like in bed jsjsjs. i may be posting some stuff on boothill from honkai star rail but it'll probably be more rambling just about robotics and prosthesis for now if i post. if i don't post that i'm wrapping up a wriolette fic soon and that will be up here or on my ao3 under the same user !! till next timeee

[bwans-art]

To celebrate 40 years of Transformers I decided to make a prompt list for creators in May!

Feel free to choose between doing one fanwork every three days or doing one for the 6-day themes~ (Or just doing the Themes you like haha)

Bc of the Big Bang happening at the same time, this prompt list is more a chill thing to join for any type of creator, be it writer, editor, 2D/3D artist or anything else!

I'd be super happy to see some reblogs and many participants! Feel free to use this graphic and tag me in your posts~ (The Tag to be used is #bwans-transformay-2024 in case you don't wanna @ me hehe)

And since I've been asked before: Ofc you're allowed to draw you OCs for this! You can do anything, be it a single character, a whole scene, an artwork of your OC, whatever inspiration brings to you <3

EDIT: There's now a collection on AO3 for you to add your works: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bwans_TransforMay_2024/profile

[eddiediazismyhusband]

I think part of the problem I have (and this may be an unpopular opinion) is all the hopes and opinions and ideas people (fans) have about the new season. And I don’t just mean things like the “mustache = obvious gay Eddie” that’s happening. But thoughts on Bobby, his and Athena’s living situation, Gerrard as captain, let alone Buck, Eddie, and others.

I know a lot of spec is just for fun, but some people take it quite serious. And I know I’m newer to this fandom but sometimes I read serious takes and go “….but that would never actually happen?! I know many of us don’t trust Tim and the writers but realistically that would never be a storyline on a tv show.…that’s a fanfic.”

So I can’t blame you for your pessimism or want to avoid spec. I hope we don’t get a lot of bts stuff either too, because I feel like fans will be trying to (over)analyze everything to figure things out. Only to likely be disappointed because I don’t trust these writers to write/do anything half as creative, original or logical as fans come up with. Expectation is the enemy and I’m afraid a lot of fans have theirs set too high for this season already

anon i have disgraced you by leaving this burried in the inbox and i feel awful 😭😭

i think fandom in general (and i mean any fandom not just 9-1-1) have this tendency to blur the line between cautious optimism/spec and actually convincing themselves of something happening…

i think a lot of people (and if you are one of these people this is NOT a dig at you) still want to have faith that the writers are actually going somewhere with the story, and they do so by speculating and putting actual thought into what the overarching storyline could be but unfortunately after 6 seasons of waiting, i’m getting tired of the whole thing being dragged out.

it’s no longer a will they/won’t they between the characters for me because multiple times they’ve reached the point where they don’t need anymore of that build; the only will they/won’t they is in terms of the writing team actually going somewhere rather than continuing to bait us

i have no issue with spec/theorizing (i may not wanna see it but i just filter out the spec tags) but my issue lies with some of the more popular buddie blogs having this whole “i can sense that buddie is happening” and then treating people who are validly apprehensive towards getting our hopes up like we’re brainless idiots who don’t know what we’re talking about

even though we literally went through the same thing of buddieblr being like “s7 is our year i can FEEL it there is no way they aren’t going canon”….. just for them to not go canon bc the writers (yet again) changed their minds last minute when they got an early renewal and realized “oh- we don’t actually have to commit anymore, we can just keep baiting snd dragging them along— and they technically can’t call it queerbaiting anymore bc buck’s bi now!”

like everything surrounding this season has been screaming to me (NOT anything from oliver and ryan— ive spoken before about how i think they are where we’re at in terms of being strung along by the writers every season) that we are just being baited again.

and as far as the over-analyzing, i’ve seen so many people saying things like “omg oliver and ryan posting candids/photos and tagging each other buddie is obviously happening”……. as if oliver and ryan aren’t friends…. like i fear the two of them posting eacg other doesn’t really mean much if anything when they’ve done that throughout their friendship.

and just because there are some deranged people on the internet spewing hate about them being friends doesn’t mean that their posting is a sign of anything either other than the fact that they’re probably blocking the lunatics and posting each other anyway…. it’s not some gotcha to anyone in the fandom, it’s not a sign that buddie is coming, it’s two castmates being friends, and doing things that friends do all the time

overall, like i said, i have no problem with people (other than myself) engaging in spec and at this point the people who are getting their hopes up will only have themselves to blame if we’re let down again… my issue mainly lies with some of the bigger blogs being dicks to people raising valid concerns over the new season and not trusting the writers when the writers haven’t done anything to earn that trust; in fact having only done things to the detriment of that trust.

anyway, sorry for the super delayed and super long response, anon 😭😭 i’ve been neglecting my ask box lately in lieu of a spike in temu stans sending me hate yet again but i was just scrolling through and noticed this one and wanted to make a response!

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 16: 𝓤𝓷𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓽

Welcome to tkcember guys.

I wonder how long it’ll take me to do these.

Idk but it sure will be fun to try and finish them before the year is out

Can you tell I’ve relapsed into my Tokyo revengers phase? Jesus CHRIST this is longer than most fics I’ve written

Not much tickles, I just wanted an excuse to write “everyone loves Chifuyu bc he’s like their little brother”

—This do have tickles in it ngl— tw below the cut: mentions of injury and violence

Tags: @fanfic-chan @ticklish-n-stuff @giggly-squiggily @chrimsss @fanfic-chan @nataliewritez happy tokrev y’all

Baji knew that being in a gang—and being so high up in command in said gang— would mean a loooot of trouble. He knew that it meant coming back home with a shit ton of bumps and bruises very frequently. What he didn’t expect was how bad it would affect him when he saw his friends coming back banged up.

First, it was Mitsuya. He had gotten into a tousle with some grunts from Valhalla over something minuscule. He won, no doubt, but Baji remembers him being unable to turn his head to the left for DAYS.

Then, it was Draken. Him and Mikey had run into some third years on their way back from lunch. They beat them with minor injuries, but Draken took a huge blow to his head to protect Mikey. Baji remembers him being unable to leave the couch for a good few weeks.

And now?

His heart shattered as Chifuyu dragged himself through the door of Takemichi’s home, where they all were hanging out that day. Baji’s loud gasp turned everyone’s eyes toward the beaten blonde. “Chifuyu…”

The boy was riddled with scrapes and bruises, some cuts still bleeding, others coated with caked-on dry blood. He was gripping his shoulder and limping a bit, his whole body shaking.

Big-Bro Mitsuya was at his side in an instant, kneeling down to his height to help him shrug off his jacket and remove his shoes. No words were exchanged between the two, only a terrified look from the white-haired boy as he examined every inch he could take in with his eyes.

“Chifuyu…” Mikey’s terrifyingly calm voice sounded as he appeared next to the duo, “What the hell happened? Tell me… now.”

Sighing, the younger boy hung his head low slightly. He seemed to be ashamed of himself and his actions. Chifuyu didn’t speak as everyone stared at him, merely trembling instead. Baji stood from the couch he was on and tapped the newly opened seat. “Let him sit.”

The stares never faltered as he dragged himself to the couch—with help from Mitsuya and Mikey of course—and smacked himself face down on the fluffy piece of furniture, sighing loudly in relief.

“Chi’ you look awful… will you please just tell us? Or even if you wanna whisper and just tell me?” The long-haired boy knelt down beside him, carding his fingers through the unkempt puff of blonde hair.

He buried his face into the cushion and uttered two words: “high schoolers.”

Takemichi gasped quietly. He had fought high schoolers? And lived to tell the tale?!

“Chifuyu, what in the fresh hell were you thinking?” Draken’s stern tone did not help to hide the evident concern lacing his words.

Chifuyu picked his head up, resting it on his forearms, his speech still a bit distorted. “I couldn’t help it, promise! I was going to the convenience store on the corner to get us meat buns; but before I went inside, I noticed this girl. An aisle over were these three high-schoolers, watching her every move through their peripheral. She looked uncomfortable, so I went to ask if she needed to be walked home, and she said she would like that.”

The group waited with baited breath for the story to continue.

“As soon as we walked out, they began to follow. She lives near here, so I made sure to take the confusing route. Y’know, the one by the bank?” The boy grimaced as he readjusted his position, shaking Baji’s hand off his head (to which the brunette took no offense.) “Even then… every single damn turn, they were ten paces behind us. Finally, I called out to them and told them to ‘leave my girlfriend and I alone.’ Stupid, I know.”

“Doesn’t seem stupid to me. I’d’ve done the same,” Mitsuya hummed from the kitchen, engrossed in the cabinet, pill bottles rattling as he rummaged around.

“They obviously didn’t believe me. They noticed my jacket and jumped me before I could even get another word out…”

“And the girl?” Mikey asked, anxiety hidden on his tongue. Everyone knew that Mikey was quite serious about the belief in his gang members respecting any female that entered their lives.

“I panicked and pulled a Takemichi,” the blonde confessed.

“…Meaning?”

“I turtled.”

A snort from Draken helped to lighten the mood a bit, but all were still listening nervously to Chifuyu’s tale. “I kept apologizing for being on top of her, and I felt terrible for putting her in such an uncomfortable position, but I just threw myself over her as a shield. I was so worried about her that I just let myself get the shit kicked out of me.”

Takemichi leaned forward attentively. “How did-“

“By the grace of the gods, your friends were passing by to go to your house at the time. Akkun managed to knock one of them square in the jaw, and that let Yamagishi sneak in and get the girl out from under me. Him and your other two friends rushed away to get her to her house. Akkun and I fought like hell, and thankfully we managed to take them down… not without me taking a couple more blows first.”

At that moment, Mitsuya returned from Takemichi’s kitchen. He placed the contents of his hands on the glass table in front of the couch, mirroring Baji’s knelt position. “Draken, you’re closest. Please, help sit him up.”

The tattooed male nodded and carefully placed his hands on each side of Chifuyu’s torso, the boy whining as his body was moved. “I know… I know… Mits’ is gonna fix you up.”

Pain medicine was administered, water was consumed, as was a very small amount of a chocolate chip granola bar. Soon enough, the injured boy was laying flat on his stomach again, with Mitsuya holding a small tube in front of his face. “Now, Chifuyu. Someone’s gonna help to put this on your back. Who do you-”

“Baji.” Zero hesitation was heard in the blonde’s voice..

Mitsuya handed the tube of icyhot to Baji, and hooked his fingers on the corners of the boy’s shirt. “Are you ready?”

“…”

“Chifuyu?”

“Its gonna scare you… I’m sorry. It looks worse than it is. I swear.”

The back of Chifuyu’s shirt was pulled up. His once soft, unblemished skin was riddled with scrapes and bruises, along with four large, red boot marks.

“Oh Chifuyu…” Mikey whispered, “how long were they hitting you?”

The blonde whined as he hid his head. He turned it, however, when he felt a small puff of air on his cheek. Baji had blown on his face to get his attention, not wanting to touch his dearest friend without his permission.

“Are you ready? I’ll tell you what I’m doing every step of the way,” Baji waited patiently for the response.

“Please just… be gentle?”

“I always am.”

Truth be told, this was not the first time that Baji had had to help Chifuyu take care of his injuries while the boy was completely out of commission. He always knew to warn Chifuyu before he did anything, because the blonde had always been jumpy and scared of touch after a fight.

“Okay, I’m going to go on your shoulders first,” the brunette explained as he rubbed some of the medicine between his hands. “Here we go. One, two, three.” He lowered his hands into his friend’s shoulders and began to slowly and delicately rub against his skin.

Chifuyu sighed a bit and relaxed after his body realized it was just Baji. He closed his eyes and relished in the warm touch, some of the pain in his shoulders starting to dissipate.

“Okay, I’m gonna go in a bit harder to get some of your muscle and joint pains away. Ready?” A silent nod allowed Baji to apply a bit more pressure.

The deathly, intensely quiet room was suddenly filled with gentle giggling from the boy on the couch, causing most of the others to smile.

“Ah. So you’re ticklish here too,” the long-haired male quipped as he continued to massage.

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup.”

“Tell me when you’re ready for me to move down to your back.”

Chifuyu shook his head. Despite the unbearable ticklishness, the massage truly was helping his shoulders. “Nohohohot yehehehet.”

Baji couldn’t help but smile at his dear friend, thankful that he was at least still able to smile. Chifuyu’s sweet giggles continued to cut through the tension-filled air.

“Ohohohokahahahay. Yohohohou cahahan mohohohove.”

The brunette hummed in response, putting a bit more medicine on his hands. “Down to your upper back in three, two, one…” As his hands traveled downwards toward Chifuyu’s ribs and mid back, the boy writhed a bit as hit laughter increased in volume.

“Am I the only one who thinks that this is kinda adorable?” Takemichi dared to whisper to his friends, receiving shaking heads of agreement in return.

“Bahahahajihihi.”

“Mmm?”

“Dohohohont stohohohop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Ohohok-hyehehehahaha- Ohohokahahay.”

The medicine was long since properly rubbed in, and both boys knew it, but Baji would not stop until Chifuyu asked him. His hands massaged around his upper and middle back, the boy’s laughter growing every time they snaked near his ribs.

“Okahahahay. Ihihi feheheel behehetter thehehere.”

Baji put more medicine on and paused, suddenly remembering a moment that they had shared in the past. “So… I have to put this on your lower back… do you want to go somewhere more private for this?”

“I’ve lost my dignity anyways…” he sighed, pondering,” who cares if they see?”

Baji snorted. “Okay, going to your lower back in three, two… one…”

As soon as Baji’s hands began to gently rub, Chifuyu squeezed his eyes shut and his face returned to hiding in the couch.

“I know, I know. I’ll make this quick.”

“Juhuhust dohohoho ihihit.”

The brunette sighed as he put a bit more pressure. The injured boy’s head shot up so he could slap his hands over his mouth. “PFFAHAHA. BahAHAHAjihihi!”

“I know, I know, I know.”

“Ihihihit tihihihicklehehehes. SohOHOHO bahaAHAHAD.”

“You said you didn’t mind, and now look at you now.” Baji’s hands did not move from their massage, working a bit slower than usual to rub in the medicine. “It’ll only get worse from here, giggles.”

“stahAHAHAP teheheasihihing mehEHEHE!”

Baji chuckled a bit as he tactfully rubbed in the medicine, fighting the urge to let his fingers sneak around to tickle more. If Chifuyu didn’t give him the okay, he wouldn’t dare to touch him anywhere. So, he worked with what he could and how he could.

“Bahahahjihihi?”

“Yeah?”

“Thahahahank Yohohou.”

“Any time, Chi’.”

“IhihiIHIHIS ihihit ahaHAHAHAlmohohost doHOHohone?”

Ah, Chifuyu had had enough. Baji smiled a bit, retracting his hands. “Yep, all finished. How do you feel?”

The blonde braced himself on his hands, trying to lift himself up. His arms shook with effort, face planting back onto the couch not long after.

“Careful, Chifuyu,” the long-haired male ordered, “do you need help?”

He sighed, “yeah.”

With the greatest of care, Baji lifted a grimacing Chifuyu into an upward position once more. He quickly moved to sit behind him, letting the boy rest against his chest and between his legs.

“Anything you need, and you ask us, okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Nothing is inconvenient for us. We don’t care if we have to get up every five seconds; you. come. first.”

“Anything for our white knight,” Draken quipped.

“Anything…?”

“Anything…” Mikey replied, reaching forward to take his hand and run his thumb along the base of the boy’s own.

“Does that mean we can watch Ponyo?” The blonde asked with hopeful eyes.

The rest of the boys chuckled.

“We can watch Ponyo until we’re blue in the face. Do you want some more of your granola bar?” Mitsuya cooed as he stood to his feet.

“Mmm mmmnn. Ponyo first and then-“ a yawn ripped from his throat as he leaned back against Baji. “‘Nola bar… later…”

So, there they all sat, Chifuyu “watching” Ponyo with a content smile. (In reality, he would last about fifteen minutes into the film before falling asleep) Baji watching “Ponyo.” (In reality, he was so worried about Chifuyu that he could last about a minute before checking on the boy again.) The others copying Baji’s actions.

As soon as the blonde had fallen asleep, the collective sigh of relief from the group was audible. They continued to actually watch the film, sneaking reassuring glances on the sleeping first-division vice captain.

Hours passed, and Takemichi decided to just have the boys spend the night at his place. The sleeping blonde re-adjusted his position to rest atop of Baji’s chest, the long-haired male’s arms caging down to hold him as if he was guarding him from all of the world’s evils.

Chifuyu thankfully slept through the night.

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[lonelychicago]

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most hits, most kudos and most bookmarks

and this is when the feeling sinks in ( i don't wanna miss you like this ) mature | 17.4k words

Buck was supposed to come home in a couple months, pretty close to Eddie's birthday. He was finishing his tour with the Navy and then they'll get their happy ending. That's how it was supposed to go.

Then two officers showed up at Eddie's door with a flag and thanking his husband for serving their country.

And everything changed.

2. most comments

believe in one thing (i won't go away) mature | 24k words

"I think— I think we should go to therapy. Together." Eddie says one night and takes Buck completely by surprise. "Therapy? Together?" "Yeah, like, couple's therapy or something. Frank told me he can recommend someone for us." "Eddie…" Buck says slowly, as if he's trying to explain the hardest math problem in the universe to a five year old. "We're not, uh— We're not a couple." "No, I know." Eddie frowns and looks down, fidgeting with the beer in between his hands. "But we're partners." He says, this time a lot lower that Buck barely hears it. "Right?"

or; the one where buck is figuring out stuff after waking up from a coma, eddie misses his best friend and they go to couple's therapy.

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made my way to a life i would choose | explicit | 26.1k words

In which Eddie transfers from his station to the Dispatch Center to be the LAFD Liaison, change is hard, staying away from Dispatcher Evan Buckley is even harder and not falling in love with the man is god-damned impossible. Eddie makes his way to a life he would choose and to a family who will choose him back. or affectionately called the buddie at dispatch fic <3

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I'm the one on the phone as you whisper | teen and up | 1.2k words (it has 999 kudos so if someone wanted to go and read it and leave a kudo i wouldn't complain about it 👀)

"Hey, how do you feel about an impromptu romantic date at a fancy restaurant with the love of your life?" He asks once he hears the call has been picked up. There's silence on the other line for longer than it's normal and Buck is about to check if Hen hang up on him when someone finally speaks— and Buck suddenly feels sick to his stomach. "Okay." Says the voice that is certainly not Hen's. The voice that's been haunting Buck's every dream for forever. "Eddie?" Buck chokes out, stuttering and hoping to God it's not him. "Yeah…" Of course it is..Buck looks up at his ceiling again, cursing the damn universe and its awful sense of humor. He's sure its laughing at him at this point. "Why? D-Did you mean to call someone else?"

or: Buck's date cancels but he has already made the restaurant reservation, so he decides to call Hen and ask if she'd like to take Karen there. He dials the wrong number. It all works in the end.

honorary mention to famous buck au bc it might not fit in any of this categories but it's still one of my fave fics i've written:

he never thinks of me (except when i'm on TV) mature | 18.1k words

"I have been in love, yes." He says after the most torturous of seconds. "Would you mind expanding on that?" Buck hesitates for a few seconds and then Eddie sees the exact moment he decides 'fuck it' as he straightens in his seat. "There was this guy in high school. He was my best friend." Wait. Hold on. Eddie freezes. Is Buck— Is Buck talking about him? or: In which Eddie finds out years later that his unrequited feelings for his high school best friend were not actually unrequited, Buck is stupidly famous now and they pine. They get there in the end, they just need to get their timing right. Inspired by the prompt: “you’re famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be good– WAIT WHAT."

tagging (no pressure): @monsterrae1 @buddierights @barbiediaz @cowboy-buddie @transbuck @transboybuckley @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @lesbianmaygrant @maygrantgf @buckitup @the-likesofus @spaceprincessem @alyxmastershipper @elvensorceress @ebdaydreamer @greyacebuckley @starlingbite @lovebuck @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @911onabc @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl and anyone else who wants to do it! 💗

[adaywithanotherferalrat]

Oh kind and merciful souls of tumblr...

I need help finding a fic bc I'm desperate

So it's a sk8 fic, matchablossom, wanna say it was 4 chapters but I could be pulling that number outta my ass

Anyways: plotwise, adam and cherry used to be a thing but adam was an abusive bastard and then dipped. Now several years later, cherry has a bunch of one night stands (or tries to) but he has a panic attack when someone pulls his hair bc that's what adam used to do so he leaves and calls joe to pick him up

Joe is like ...bestie you can't keep doing this to urself. When u feel like u need to fuck, just call me. Anytime. Anywhere. Cherry reluctantly agrees but he sets like a million rules and then joe's like ...okkkk but whatever u want ig? As long as ur not hurting urself with strangers anymore

I can't rly remember anything else major but I distinctly remember there was this one scene where cherry's like i need u but joe's in the middle of like an inspection at the restaurant so he cant leave and then they have phone sex<3 and then after they finish, miya shows up like the menace he is and joe's like im cooked guys (pun not intended)

There might've been a scene where they go to a fancy food resort mountain together but they have a misunderstanding and cherry leaves??? That could be another fic tho but like lowkey if u kno that one too, dont be afraid to drop it

Ive tried every tag i can think of and i cant fuckin find it

Have i lost it???

[quackquackcey]

HII!! I just wanna say you’ve been one of my favorite writers recently! Derek’s Kumquat, is one of my favorites that I go back to every now and then. I always check to see if you have anything new when I need my Sterek fix. I just wanna say thank you for all your hard work bc you deliver every single time idk how you do it. So this is my first ever request! I saw a fanart by thebookwormfanboy a year ago that I haven’t been able to get out of my head, which I will attach at the end. I’ve looked for fics similar to what the art entailed, but they just didn’t quite hit the way I needed them to. So I thought you’d be the perfect person to ask. Basically, Stiles and Derek see each other again for the first time in 2 years after the events of season 4. Except Derek has put on weight since Stiles last saw him. He’s not chubby, but just thicker and bulkier. A little rounder where he used to be sharp cut. Like a dad bod. And hairier since he stopped waxing his chest and trimming his beard down to stubble and instead lets it be fuller. He’s still built and has muscle, but like I said, he’s not super cut with washboard abs like in seasons 1-2. And Stiles can’t stop looking at him. If Stiles thought he couldn’t be even more attracted to Derek than before, he was sorely mistaken. Stiles is super turned on by the obvious difference in his and Derek’s build/body types. Derek: “Why are staring? I know I’m not as cut as when we first met but- Stiles?” Stiles: internally *give me a baby so I can make you an actual dilf* Queue in GIMME A BIG BOYYYY by SZA. Do you see the vision?!?! If anyone could perfectly execute this and make it sexy, I think it would be you. Also no pressure if you’re not feeling it. Thank youuu.

ahhhhh what a sweet ask 🥰 it really means a lot to me that you enjoy my fics so much!! 😭 I'm touched & v flattered, thank you for reading and leaving such a kind kind ask that brightened my days!

& omg a request!! pleasantly very surprised ahahaha I never get requests, & yESSSS I SEE THE VISION 😩 I'M SO HERE FOR IT! plush muscles plush muscles plush boobies plush muscles 🤤 I don't know when I'll have time BUT mark my words, I will def write a oneshot or something about this (& I'll tag you when I do!!) 🥰 If you have any other requests, feel free to let me know! 💛

[mairitess]

ebbs and flows pt. 1 // jaya

a/n: i wrote this bc i got back into ninjago and i needed to write something for them bc i'm not caught up enough to be able to read the current fics + also on ao3 in capital letters

words: 1.5k

tags: angst, fluff, post-skybound, post s10 ninjago: masters of spinjitzu, jaya, no beta we die like kings, they r so traumatized after nadakhan, minor violence mentions from skybound, kiss kiss rated t just in case

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she might’ve missed it, if she weren’t so keyed up already. “you’re my yang, nya.”

memory was clever in a cruel way. sometimes nya practically forgot what she and jay had endured, had survived. other times, though it had been years since, nadakhan’s grip was still around her wrist. memory was kind when it ebbed, cruel when it flowed. and the master of water, unfortunately, was far too familiar with ebbs and flows.

it started when she and jay were on a date downtown, a rare luxury given their line of work. they’d compulsively started window shopping, ducking into quirky stores, stealing kisses in the alleyways between. ninjago city hadn’t been quiet in so long.

“has this shop always been here?” jay asked, pointing at the large antiques sign hanging from the side of the building. “i feel like we’re always around here. why haven’t i seen it?”

nya smirked and nodded towards the restaurant next door. “maybe because you’ve been too focused on downing chen’s hand-pulled noodles to pay attention to anything else around here.”

“hey!” jay reached for her in fun, and nya twisted away, bolting to the antiques store. her laughter echoed down the street, and jay’s breath caught in his throat. no one laughed as brightly, as freely as her. his soft smile grew. no one made her laugh as brightly, as freely as him.

he was grinning wildly when he walked into the shop, nya waiting for him inside. “what?”

jay enveloped her into a hug, his arms snug around her. “i love you.”

“i love you too, jay. now look around with me! i wanna see if there’s anything interesting.” jay caught a quick kiss before pulling away, and nya’s cheeks were warm as they wandered through the store, hand in hand.

—

she saw the lamp first — not the same one, but far too close for comfort. it was rusted and dented like it had been thrown around in the wash, but the lamp’s handle curved at the bottom, whereas nadakhan’s stayed flush to the rest of the body. still, nya froze.

“nya? did you find anything?”

jay’s voice felt so distant and hazy, as if she was hearing him underwater. “honey?”

she felt his hands on either side of her face, and nya realized he was standing right in front of her. “you’re crying, nya.” he leaned in closer to look at her more directly as he wiped the tears from her cheeks. “what’s wrong?”

he followed her gaze to the shelf behind him, to the lamp sitting all on its lonesome. jay sighed then turned back to nya, resting his forehead against hers.

“look at me, nya.”

she felt like she was ripping her vigilance away as she did.

“that’s not his, i promise. and neither of us are going to touch it. we’re safe, okay? he’s gone.” 

nya didn’t remember leaving the antiques shop, or going home, or anything else that happened between seeing the lamp and ending up in jay’s bed. she was spooned against him, so jay couldn’t see she was keeping her eyes open for as long as she could — every time she blinked, she saw nadakhan and that lamp. she could feel herself dying in jay’s arms again, on the floor of nadakhan’s stolen makeshift palace. she could feel her last words trying to snake their way out, but her energy draining before jay could hear them.

jay’s arms tightened around her waist, and she jerked away from them, tearing out from his grasp. she turned, and he was staring at her, worry lines stretching across his forehead.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked. nya was quiet, though she cuddled closer to fit her head under his chin. jay slowed his breathing, taking deeper breaths in and out — he hoped she’d match him, even if subconsciously.

he was starting to fall asleep when he heard her mumble into his chest. “you couldn’t say his name.”

—

everyone else knew about nadakhan from the murals on the wall in the courtyard, but they would never remember him, especially not the way jay and nya did. but honestly, that made it somewhat easier for nya. she could pretend everything was okay with them.

but jay was there. and it felt so careless and insensitive for him to pretend, too, when he was with her. a small part of her knew it wasn’t fair to be upset at him for that — while she was dying, he watched, and maybe that was worse. but still.

nya hadn’t spoken to jay when they were alone in days. she still came to his bed each night, but they would lie in silence, and every evening she would get further and further away from him in sleep. at this point, they were on opposite sides of the bed, and her back was to him. if he just reached out, he could hold her, but he was scared she’d jerk away again if he did, and that would hurt more than anything before. when they woke up each morning, he’d ask her if she wanted to talk about it. she’d stay silent, though sometimes she’d shake her head. then jay would say he’d talk about it whenever she was ready. it was their new routine.

she started to have nightmares the day after they’d first seen the lamp. he tried to hold her close, whisper “i love you” to her over and over again as she shook and sobbed, but she’d end up pushing him away as soon as she got up. one night, he tried not touching her at all, and her nightmare subsided easily. so he opted to just lie awake until it went away, waiting for her to still. then she’d wake up in the morning, and they’d do their routine all over again.

weeks passed, and nya had caught a cold. jay would’ve stayed home with her, but their recent villain needed all hands on deck. misako and wu promised to take care of her while jay was away, though they figured some sort of fight had transpired between the two lovers. 

usually when they had to split the team, jay and nya would kiss each other good luck. but jay stood in the doorway, quietly watching her sleep. he toyed with the yin symbol hanging around his neck. his partner, his love, was starting to feel more distant than a stranger, and every day more like a ghost. but he needed her to go to him. he was nervous about touching her and making any nightmares worse, so he opted to leave a note instead.

nya, my yang, i’ll be back soon. i love you.

—

nya could not tell him — she would not tell him. guilt slashed at her chest every morning she woke up, her throat dry and caked tears streaking from the corners of her eyes. but she had to tell misako and wu when she woke them up screaming in the middle of the night, the first time anyone else had heard her nightmares.

“nya?” misako rushed in first to see nya shot up in bed, gasping for air. misako put the back of her hand on nya’s forehead. “you’re burning.”

there was a small tub of water and a washcloth on the side table next to her bed, and misako wet and wrung the towel before leaning nya back gently and placing the rag on her forehead. nya’s eyes were still wide open, and she didn’t have to look to ask —

“where’s jay?”

wu walked in, staff in hand. “jay is with the other ninjas. they needed more help. i thought you knew…” he trailed off, seeing the note next to her. nya grabbed it, and as she read it, started crying harder.

“i’ve been so horrible to jay,” she said, stuttering. “and i can’t even tell him what’s wrong.”

misako held nya’s hand, squeezing it lightly. “then maybe it’ll help if you tell us first.”

—

every time nya fell asleep, she’d find herself in her almost-wedding to nadakhan. then she would get shot, and she’d lie on the floor. when she was first getting these nightmares, she could feel jay holding her again, just as he did the first time. but that made the dreams a little too real — she needed some sense they were just dreams. she would kick him away, and he’d disappear, and she could breathe again. eventually, she stopped imagining jay holding her, and as she lay on the floor, she knew it wasn’t real because it was playing out differently from what was real, and she was able to move on.

but how could she tell jay, that now, whenever he hugged her, she felt like she was dying?

xx

part 2 here

[starrygetou]

𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜

ship: satoru gojo x suguru geto

tags: fem!stsg, no curses au, established relationship, drabble, no beta read bc i’m different (if there’s typos, no there isn’t 🫶🏾)

pronouns used: satoru (she/her), suguru (they, she)

note: not much to say but, I LOVE STSG

MDNI PLEASE AND TY

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the chilly december air was always a nice way to wake up for satoru. for one reason, she typically ran cooler so it meant suguru would definitely be cuddling her more often just to make sure satoru didn’t become a popsicle in the night. satoru also loved how crisp the air in their shared apartment was, almost welcoming her first breaths to ring in a new day. but if all the thing, she loved waking up to her beautiful wife in a tank top; nipples slightly poking through from the chilly air.

satoru always tried to be normal in the morning when this happened, but she’s only so strong. i mean, when your wife of seven years is as breathtaking as suguru is, you gotta just take a minute to take it all in.

suguru was currently laying on their back, one arm tucked underneath satoru’s head, their bicep used as a pillow, the other arm lightly holding satoru’s hand as it rests on her stomach. suguru always looked so peaceful when she slept. their long hair in two long dutch braids, a few messy strands hanging in the front, her lips slightly parted, head typically always looking towards satoru. god satoru wanted to kiss them so bad. waking up to this every morning was a blessing in it if itself that satoru promised to never take for granted, even before they officially started dating almost 7 years ago.

satoru scoots a bit closer to suguru, head now resting on her chest as they slept. their heartbeat sending a calming wave over satoru, nearly sending her back to sleep. but, satoru had another thing planned for this morning.

she cranes her head up a bit, gently pressing a kiss to suguru’s cheek, moving her hand that held her partner’s lower to the hem of their shirt. suguru stirred slightly, not fully awaking yet as satoru kept pressing kisses to her cheek, slowly making her way down to suguru’s neck and shoulder. after another minute or so, suguru finally starts to wake up, gently hugging satoru close to her with one arm as the other rubs her eyes.

“g’morning, lovey,” suguru says softly, not really ready to speak or get ready for the day ahead.

satoru smiles hearing their voice, moving her body so now that she lays on top of suguru. suguru moves one hand down satoru’s back, resting on the crook of her hip while her other hand gently holds satoru’s chin, both of them leaning in to share a soft peck on the lips.

“good morning baby,” satoru says smiling as she ticks some of her hair behind her ears, shifting her lower body a bit to give a soft grind against suguru’s pelvis.

“you slept well i assume.”

“i always sleep well when i know i’m gonna wake up to a sight like this,” satoru says as she moves her hands up suguru’s chest, stopping just below their tits.

suguru gives a soft smile and moves her other hand down to satoru‘s waist, both hands now migrating down a bit more to give satoru’s ass a gentle squeeze.

satoru leans in for another kiss and suguru accepts it, a little more hungry this time around. suguru helps grind satoru’s clothed pussy against her stomach while satoru gently rubs suguru’s pierced nipples over their tank top. suguru moans softly into the kiss before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting between their already puffy lips.

“do you wanna get the strap baby?” suguru asks as she licks her lips, still massaging the fat of satoru’s ass, fingertips staring to slide underneath satoru’s underwear.

“i wanna try something different today,” satoru says breathlessly, not realizing how quickly she’d get turned on. “you trust me right?”

“i’d trust you with my bonsai tree, and we both know how you are with plants.” suguru jokes before giving a small peck to the corner of satoru’s lips.

“okay. rude, first of all. second, it’s nothing bad,” she defends before climbing off suguru, sliding her panties off herself. suguru follows suit. once satoru is back in the bed, she gently opens up suguru’s legs, resting one of them on top of her hip and cages suguru’s other leg in as she scoots closer. suguru watches intently, both her arms resting behind her head.

[minthara]

really long personal answer to an anon i got. trigger warnings in the tags.

First of all i wanna apologise to everyone who follows me for the last few days lmao, but i feel like if i dont post about it im literally gonna kill myself. I need somewhere to write down my thoughts because i feel bad always going to the same 2 friends i still have and complain about the same situation again and again about a dude they dont even know that well.

Thank you so much for ur message really, and sorry if im gonna take it as another excuse to write down all my thoughts, but i think it will really help me.

So the pathetic thing. I didnt ever post about this and in real life i think only like. 3 people knew. But after we broke up i begged him for months to take me back. It really was pathetic. And when he called me pathetic i think he was just very very hurt, because that was the second time i broke up with him (just a few weeks ago). It was in the sense of me begging him for so long just to break up again a few months later. I feel fucking stupid even writing this. I spent about 10k euros trying to get away from him, it fucked up my life so massively that i lost a job i really loved over it.

And now my new job is about 5 minutes away from our old apartment and i think thats a huge reason why i cant get over it. Every day i walk past restaurants, the supermarkets, anything we went to together. I had to buy snacks for work today and just burst into tears in the fucking supermarket because we used to go there together. The people at work are always so appreciative bc i know the area so well but they dont know how much it fucking hurts me and its so stupid like. Should i just avoid that part of town forever??? No fucking get over it bitch like wtf its a fucking supermarket.

And it also hurts because i know i wasnt always perfect and there were many times i was super mean to him. But at a point i couldnt deal with his ADHD anymore and that sounds so shitty but im a super organised person to the point where sometimes i wonder if thers anything ocd related but i dont think so. In my head i swap between i have ocd, i have adhd, i have borderline, i have autism  - i have no idea whats wrong with me, but the way i feel cant be normal. I know this because the way i behave isnt normal, i know i can come across as really strange, i cant judge social situations well and often dont know how to behave. But i constantly criticised him for symptoms of his mental illnesss.

But i never physically hurt him, and that was the last straw for me, why i left. I dont know how u can do that to a person you love.

And im just mourning the life i thought i was going to have so, so, so much. I know on tumblr ppl somehow think youre brainwashed when you want a traditional marriage and kids and stuff, but i really thought that was going to happen in the next 2 / 3 years, thats how i planned my life since i was fucking 21 and i met him. And now im almost 27, and i cant even go on dates because i cannot bear talking to new people because all i want is a clone of him but better.

I know i will look back at this and think “u cried about THAT guy???” in a few years, because thats how its always been in my life lol (except for one relationship, but were still really really best friends). I always think afterwards i will never love someone that much again. But it hits so much harder because it was such a serious relationship lol i really wanted to marry him. Sobs lol.