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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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“silly boy, come find me when you’re older!” • a. artlert

synopsis: two lovers realize their relationship isn’t meant to be but that doesn’t mean they have to part ways forever..

content + themes: fem!reader (black coded), age gap (2-3 years, armin is 19, reader is 21-22) college au-ish (armin is going to nursing school + reader is a business grad), star-crossed lovers trope, angst + comfort, missionary, riding, hand holding, heavy kissing, crying (not dacryphila), accidental creampie, pet names (baby, mama, baby boy, angel), drug mentions, he gets possessive for like .2 seconds.

word count: 3.1K

📝: I have been so in love with fluff and the idea of soft smut lately (maybe it’s the holidays, maybe it’s my hormones..who knows!) but this is a part of a new au I’m starting! A new story that’ll be coming out soon and I can’t wait. For now, enjoy one of several side fics to accompany it! Also, please tell me y’all know this title reference 😭

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“I really wish you wouldn’t look at me like that…”

the phrase seemed to have alluded him yet again..slipping through one ear and out the next. Almost as if only his body was present and his mind and spirit were elsewhere. It was to be expected though..

“..armie..? Aren’t you going to say something, baby? Anything?..”

you had just confided in him quite possibly the worst thing ever. In truth, his heart was breaking and there wasn’t a single thing that either of you could do to mend it. Although, you felt solely responsible..that the reason for his pain was entirely your fault. But it was a necessary confession nonetheless. One that you truly believed would benefit you both. Distance. Distance between the two of you so that he could properly pursue his education. A long sought after dream of becoming a nurse. Following directly in his mother’s footsteps and making her proud..it was all Armin ever wanted. As it stood, that was a mere concept and it was thanks to the girl lying next to him. His sweet, beloved (y/n). The (y/n) he reunited with at a house party one night and had been wildly entangled with ever since. Hooking up, drinking and smoking…what most peers your age was doing but you also had bigger aspirations for both Armin and yourself. He wanted to become a registered nurse, working with children and you were already two years deep into your collegiate journey as a business major. Laser focused and ambitious..ready to conquer your goals. You couldn’t waste your lives away in the back of his car, hotboxing and having sex. As fun as this little whirlwind romance was, you had to cut things off. At least for the foreseeable future..for both of your sakes. It wasn’t an easy decision in the slightest and you were far more torn up by the situation than what you were letting on but it had to be done. Regardless of your emotions..

“..I just don’t understand..I mean, is there someone else? Why don’t you want me anymore?…”

there it was..underneath all of those newly etched tattoos, shaggy blonde locks and suave charm lied that sweet, gentle boy. The same nerdy kid you’d first encountered whilst attending the same high school. Although two years apart, you found him to be adorable and couldn’t help but to grace the awkward brainiac with a smile every morning on his visits to the library. A beautiful goddess like you even acknowledging him? He was grateful for that alone! But it wasn’t until his senior year did the two of you reconnect. By that time, he had shed his thick, wire framed glasses for icy blue contacts to match his own..grew out his blonde bowl cut to a curly shag and had even acquired a couple of art pieces on his arm. Not to mention, gained some muscle from playing basketball. Some say you were the catalyst for his sudden change. Although this appearance was new, deep down, he was still that wide eyed genius with unbelievable intelligence. And best believe, your kindness wasn’t lost on him. So it came as no surprise, when you happened to cross paths with him at a graduation party that your younger sister, who happened to be in the same class with him, was attending..he found the courage to finally talk to you face to face. All of his newfound confidence flew out of the window when he saw you..that ethereal skin, deity like features and of course, that smile. That smile that made his heart flutter. “You haven’t changed a bit, baby boy…”

certainly his looks had, but you saw through all of that. You saw Armin for who he truly was and for that, he couldn’t allow you to slip away without confessing his true feelings. So that night, with liquor in his veins, he charmed you with sweet words and told you that he’d always had the biggest crush on you. It didn’t take long for you guys to get involved..days after that party, you began seeing one another. Both romantically and intimately. However, your relationship wasn’t exactly conventional or ideal..you were good for each other, perhaps a little too well. Because every moment that presented itself, you’d find yourself in every bed, couch, bathroom or backseat..going at it like rabid animals. The sex was insane and you couldn’t get enough of each other. It was only coupled by the sensation of the drugs coursing your veins..stimulants that sent your mind to places you didn’t need to be. Although there was never a single fight between you two, you knew the relationship wasn’t a healthy one. You encouraged each other’s worst habits. He had gotten a full ride scholarship to his dream school and you had obtained several as well for your ideal program. But you both stood to lose those if you didn’t make some changes. Ditching class to go smoke and then fucking him in every square inch of your off campus apartment. Sending him nudes and salacious messages during class, along with always being underneath each other. He’d never be able to focus and stay on track at this rate! Hence why you had to be the mature one and break things off. Even if it brought you to tears as well. So with a shaky palm, as you lay in bed next to one another, you’d bring a hand to his face and quell his doubts.

“You couldn’t possibly think that..you're the only one I want, Armin. I swear on everything..but..we can’t keep doing this. I love you so much but we’re no good for each other. At least not right now..”

but he’d attest, almost immediately. Insisting that he could buckle down and focus on his goals at hand. However, your mind was made up. That blind obsession and adoration for you would never allow him his room for growth. It wasn’t fair. Here you were only another year shy of receiving your degree and he was barely even started. You had to give him a fair shot, even if it meant removing yourself from the equation. You had even found an internship. He’d try to talk you out of it, convince you that he could juggle both college and you but regardless of how smart he was, nursing school was an entirely different beast in and of itself. It would require his full attention and dedication if he wanted to be an exceptional caregiver. No drugs, no distractions…no you. His studies deserved all of his time.

“So why can’t we make it work then? Isn’t that what couples do or was I nothing more than a joke?”

“Armin…”

in that moment, he’d tug away and roll over onto his side, giving you the proverbial cold shoulder and it stung like hell. The last thing you wanted to do was fight the man you loved. If anything, you wished things could stay like this forever. But you both had growing up to do and until that happened, it was best you parted ways.

“..I have an idea..”

But it wasn’t something that had to be permanent..for now though, there was no need to be upset with one another when you could spend your remaining time enjoying yourselves. Gently pulling him back towards you, you’d maneuver your legs until you were able to crawl on top of him. Those long acrylics scaled his freshly tattooed chest as you gently straddled his waist..at that moment, his little cheeks flushed red and you’d feel his breathing becoming slightly heavier. You’d lean down and begin peppering light kisses to his temple and all around his face..all while slowly rolling your hips against his crotch. With you, he was vulnerable..at his softest and would undoubtedly listen to whatever you said. “I’m all ears..”

that’s when you’d devise a plan that you believed that both of you could agree upon. An agreement of sorts.. “..two years..in two years, we can see each other again, just like this. We’ll work hard and reach our goals. You’ll be in your senior year, doing clinicals and I’ll be at my new job. We can find a place and finally start our lives together. Armin, I love you so much and I don’t want to see you throw your life away. Please..promise me you’ll find your way back to me when you’re ready. When we’re both in a better place..” once he spotted your tearful plea and heard the tone in your voice, he knew what had to be done. Personal feelings aside..you were absolutely right. He knew if he stood any chance of keeping you in his life, he had to blossom into a grown man that you could be proud of. One that was worthy of being called yours. Reaching up, Armin would grasp your hand and bring it to his lips for a gentle kiss, holding it close. He wanted to remember that feeling..savor it and savor you as well. God, he didn’t want you to leave, he wasn’t ready to say goodbye!..but this was the only way. The only way he could ensure that he got to have you in the long run. He wanted you two to grow old together so he’d make this temporary sacrifice to be able to share an eternity with you.

“..you have my word, angel. I promise..I promise I’ll come back to you a better man than what I’ve been..”

“Then take me…right here.”

just then, you’d feel his hand snake up your spine and tug you down towards his chest..not another word was exchanged. Just slow, tender pecks and breathy moans..immersed in the covers and in one another, you’d allow the moment to take you both. Your palms cupping his cheek and his gripping your ass, you’d tousle around underneath the sheets. It didn’t take long for the endearing moment to become rather heated but it was a true testament of the passion between you two. In a moment of haste, his nails would gently dig into the curvature of your back as you leaned up. In a matter of minutes, you’d feel his once flaccid erect growing harder underneath you. The sensation of your dripping heat making direct contact with him..and it was driving him crazy! He needed you so badly right now and you were just the same.

“Armieeee..”

calling out with a high pitched whimper as you ground yourself against him. You couldn’t stop either..almost as if you’d simply combust if you were to be pulled away from him right now. Frail cries would escape his lips as well but he’d find a semblance of control to satisfy your desires, which took precedence over everything else.

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you need..”

cooing to you in that sweet, loving tone that always managed to turn you to meet putty in his hands every time. You were still hopelessly rutting yourself against him; arousal overflowing from between your thighs that quickly. He knew what you wanted but he needed to hear you say the fateful words..give him instruction and guidance the way you had always done. “Hey, look at me, mama..” gently snatching your head forward and forcing eye contact as your chest heaved. “N-need you. Need you so bad, baby..please. Make love to me..” and with that whiny declaration, he’d make haste in fulfilling your wish. With a cocked smile, Armin would reign you in tighter, reaching for you. “Then here..take my hands, angel..” on his command, your hands would join in a gentle clasp, combining as one as you adjusted your lower half to align with his. He’d buck his hips upward and you’d lower yourself down as your bodies became one… meeting in an instant. “Fuck…” the word escaping your mouths simultaneously along with gentle moans. That seemed to be the theme for the night. A stark comparison to the wild nights you shared together previously. Perhaps.. it was the realization that this was really the last time you’d get to do this for a while. That he wouldn’t be able to feel the comfort of your body, to smell your intoxicating scent..to clash with your plump lips..to taste the sticky gloss that coated them. To stare into those gorgeous brown eyes. So as he lie underneath you, being rode to kingdom come as your tightness constricted around him once more, Armin would close his eyes and absorb every memory, every fiber of you..ensuring that he’d never forget his first and true love.

“There you go, baby. Right there..ride me—fuck!”

and he couldn’t possibly forget how you made him feel. How you set him ablaze with your overwhelming passion..still bound hand in hand, heart to heart, you’d keep going. Throwing your head to the wind and calling out your lover’s name, lifting it to the heavens as you bounced up and down. Taking him to your hilt; allowing that swollen tip to prod your most sensitive area. “Armin, baby! Yes..oh my gosh, you feel so good.” For the first time, you didn’t just fuck him. His flesh was more than a mere vessel of pleasure..it was your soul becoming one with his own. You were experiencing true pleasure in its purest form..and neither of you wanted it to end. Finally opening his eyes, he’d be greeted by the ethereal view of your breasts swaying and your beautiful face throwed in ecstasy filled bliss. “Aw, baby..you’re so beautiful. My favorite view in the entire world.” Smiling as tears streamed generously down your cheeks. “Oh my God—I love you, Armin! I love you so much.” Confessing with all that you could muster. And that warm, gushing sensation derived from your sex wasn’t lost on Armin either. He’d find himself in a fit of heaving as your walls closed in around his cock. Squeezing him as if to never let go. “Ahh!-shit..I love you too, baby!—“

in that moment, he could no longer hold back his urges. His need to claim full dominion over you..hastily, he’d bring you to a cease before maneuvering and flipping you over onto your back. It was then that he’d mount you. Diving between your legs as he held each in place. He didn’t even take a moment to adjust. It was mere seconds before you’d find yourself filled with him yet again and he’d begin his descent into your mix. Sloshing and drumming up slick as your thighs collided in a fiery haze. The bed..the one that you’d messed around in so many times before served as the place of consummation for your devotion tonight..ricocheting and colliding with the wall as thunderous slams erupted. Your limbs entangled as your legs found home around his waist and your arms on his back. His entire frame lay bare and pressed to your own as those hips crashed into you. It felt unreal..so unbelievably unreal. But this was the present..your reality for the time being so you’d savor every last moment you got together. Drilling further into your body, his pace sped to a barrage of more steady, consistent strokes. Ones that he would accompany with sloppy tongue kisses. Filling your mouth with them as he pounded you gently. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Regardless of how many times you slept together, something about this moment was starkly different. “Look at me, (y/n)!…” once again, snatching your head forward to meet his gaze. “You’re mine..you’re mine and I don’t give a damn where you go. I belong to you, you hear me? Don’t forget that..” those tears that had been brimming in his eyes finally fell and you’d affirm his sentiment with a fierce nod of your head, assuring him that no amount of distance or time could ever dissipate the love you shared for one another. “Yes baby! And I’m all yours, forever. I won’t ever leave you.” Sealing your promises with one final act..

“Yeah? You mean that?” “Every word, baby. I want you to always be with me..” Vocalizing back and forth as he continually thrashed around inside of your pussy until he sensed the urge that you were close. Upholding one another’s heads in a passionate fury, you’d exchange breathy words amid your love making. Telling him you’re near your peak and him telling you to let go. “Come for me, baby. You can come all over—“ but alas, before he could grant you permission, it would seem that he’d reach his climax first; glaring with a wide eyed expression as his seed filled you to the brim..something he’d never done before! Cursing himself and apologizing as he shook violently, draining every drop of himself into you. Perhaps he took your words a bit too literal but it was far too late to turn back now and shortly after, you’d follow. Showering him with a splatter of sticky rain. Squeezing and dripping all down his shaft. You’d convulse and flail around the mattress until he was able to quell you with gentle kisses. “I’m right here, mama. Let it out, it’s okay..” but once you were back into consciousness, you still wouldn’t let go and you remained entangled like this minutes afterwards. Exchanging “I love you’s” and sweet nothings. Along with tears..shedding them not for what would be lost but the time you had together and the comfort in knowing that you’d reunite soon enough. This time as more than friends with benefits or even mere freshmen sweethearts. But as an entity, an item that could never be separated because your bond was forged on a stronger foundation than one made of pure lust. It was love that would drive you to be better versions of yourselves, to work hard and it was love..that would bring you right back to one another when the time was truly right!

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yuri-is-online · 7 months

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Azul totally has an octopus and shrimp plush that he makes kiss.

Who? How? Usually when I get an ask I know where it comes from (or why anyway) but this time I just looked at my phone and got hit by a bus. But you know what annon? You are so right, he totally does.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, Azul engages in some SSS tier simping (shrimping?), once again this is a joke but I am not taking cold meds this time! Please look at my masterlist for more serious works.

Plush toys do not exist in the ocean, the concept of them was something Azul had been made aware of in his research and made note of in land training camp. But of course, as was the case with more things than he would ever admit to outside of a court order, Azul failed to grasp just how ubiquitous and popular plushies were. He had even been gifted an octopus plush as a prize during one of the first Board Game Club events he attended, something he had intended to brush off as childish until he saw the way his club mates reacted, even if he didn't understand why himself the little guy was clearly an enviable prize. A claim made less believable with how he hadn't let Floyd squeeze it, or Jade poke at it, and he certainly had not agreed to give it to Idia no matter how much he had begged.

The shrimp plush had been a... strategic purchase. No really, if anyone asked he had a perfectly reasonable explanation for why he had bought this specific plush that he had to go out of his way to find, order, and watch out for to make sure that Jade didn't bring it to him with the rest of his mail. The Mostro Lounge was always going to expand to have a merch store, and since plush toys were so popular with humans it made sense to have some! He just needed to ensure this particular brand was of a high enough quality to commission-

No one was going to buy that excuse. All the more reason to keep this little indulgence a secret, even if the seller had been confused by his request for discreet packaging.

"It's just a plush sir?" To them maybe, to him this is a painful sign that he should just say something already but he needs to plan for that and this should help. The two plushes certainly look natural enough together, Azul has seen pictures of some beds that have a bunch of little guys set up on them and he's beginning to see the appeal. Maybe he should get two eels? Smaller than the shrimp, obviously, it's the only way the real ones will ever let him live it down. But by thinking that he is sort of acknowledging who the little shrimp is supposed to represent. And they're sitting next to him in his bed.

He takes back his previous thought, Azul has no idea how humans sleep with things that remind them of the objects of their affections, it's filling his mind with situations. He props himself up against the headboard, holding both plushies close to his face so he can see them without his glasses.

“I was so lonely.” Azul is incapable of picturing him otherwise. “I really missed you.” He sniffles, and the little shrimp jumps to comfort him.

“I missed you too!” The little shrimp is friends with the octopus? Azul has no idea when that happened he just got them today- “Let’s never be apart again ok?”

“Do you really mean that?” The little octopus tentatively reaches out one of his stubby tentacles towards the shrimp, who takes it happily. “I don’t want to let you go…”

“You don’t have to.” comforts the little shrimp. “We can get married and do our laundry and taxes together forever and you won’t ever have to be lonely ever again.”

And that is apparently when Azul decides to come back to his senses, just as he is halfway through humming a wedding march and making the plushies kiss. He remembers himself enough to keep them from dropping to the floor, but they still fall to his side as he collapses back onto his pillows redder than a boiled lobster.

Maybe he should just… give the little shrimp over to Yuu. And make some actual progress on that laundry and taxes bit.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #there is a fan art piece i saw that was p much just azul making an octopus and shrimp plush kiss #it's a cute concept

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spiriteddreams · 10 months

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader Warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending(? yea i'm pretty sure it is) Word Count: ~2.3k A/N: my flex is that i heard rwylm live so i won at life :D

seventeen — champagne problems Gojo Satoru slips through your fingers before you even register it happens. One moment you are dancing in the rain, Infinity not yet perfected as the cold seeps through your clothes. At seventeen you are both young and free, blissfully unaware of the consequences of your own actions as you fall in love. You may have fallen first, stumbling over the uneven cobblestone that protruded from the ground of Jujutsu High, but Gojo Satoru fell harder. Head over heels and far too arrogant for his own good, the holder of Limitless and the Six Eyes sweeps you off your feet and swears to offer you the world. He’s the strongest, and with his best friend at his side, there is really nothing that can stop the two of you. He spouts cheesy poetry with roses behind his back, looking away when you poke fun at the red that rises on his cheeks. You think you could bask in this moment forever, caught up in the adolescent innocence that was running from Principal Yaga during school hours and baking with Shoko in the middle of the night.

“This dorm is a madhouse,” you laugh, hand in his as you stumble to his room after narrowly avoiding being caught.

Gojo grins back at you, “Well, it’s made for me!” A smile stretches across his face as he tugs you through the hallways. You ignore the way your friends watch with knowing looks, purposefully turning away to give the two of you space. When Gojo Satoru was seventeen, he didn’t quite grasp Infinity just yet, so the idea of space between the two of you, was impossible.

It is shattered in an instant and Gojo’s eyes become clouded with the weight of the reality of the jujutsu world. He drops your hand in the midst of dancing, leaving you standing in the rain, nothing to block out or distract you from the biting cold that stings against your skin. The death of Amanai Riko shakes Gojo to his core; both him and Geto, and he slips far beyond your reach. He’s there but he isn’t, and when you try to reach out to him, you feel as if he’s raised Infinity against you too.

The weight of the world seems to crash upon his shoulders as the applauses that he once reveled in became a dull roar in the back of his mind. Blurred faces haunt his memories and when you try to ask, Gojo shakes his head, mumbling that he doesn’t want to talk about what happened.

You don’t break up, but sometimes, you think that maybe, it would have been easier if things had ended then.

twenty — tolerate it Your heart drops when you hear that Geto has now been labeled as a curse user and is to be executed on sight. You refuse to believe that this boy that you’ve spent the last few years with in high school had suddenly turned his back to you, to Shoko, to Gojo. Gojo.

“Satoru?” your voice is quiet but it cuts through the silence of his dorm room. You poke your head into the dark room, barely making out his figure leaning against his desk, head in hands and hair falling over his face. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence and when you step into his room, you feel as if you’ve fallen into a trap. The tension is thick and choking and you hold your breath as you approach him. His eyes are closed and you watch the steady rise and fall of his chest. The soft huffs of breath are the only sound that accompanies you in this silence.

“Satoru?” your call of his name for the second time makes his head raise, just barely tilting to acknowledge your presence. At twenty, you are caught between a teenager and an adult and amidst your own struggles, you realize that you don’t quite know what to do anymore. It shouldn’t have taken you this long to try to talk to him, because now that the distance has begun to stretch thin, you find that you are running out of things to say. How does one comfort a loved one who has lost another when, to him, you would never understand what it feels like to grapple with this turmoil. His words, not yours, remind yourself, mind flashing back to the last argument you had, one that ended with heaving chests and two stubborn teenagers. Only this time, you had Shoko to turn to, and Gojo had no one else.

“Please, stop trying,” his voice is raspy but it hurts to hear. You realize that he’s far gone from your reach and this distance that you had once thought might be good for both you and him has instead come back around to tear you apart. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” The cycle repeats and he shuts you out once more despite each tallied attempt.

You say “I love you” to a seemingly empty room, the words clinging to nothing but the dust and shadows that you feel like you’ve been talking to this whole time.

twenty-one — happiness Gojo Satoru never flinches. He takes the punches without batting an eye and strikes back even harder, knowing exactly where it hurts. He knows which cuts will bleed the most until you are left with nothing but pride to grapple with.

You break up with him when you are both twenty-one. Four years together is shattered in an instant. Your voice doesn’t waver, doesn’t break, and neither do you. But he just stands there, eyes covered by sunglasses and takes it. It’s not messy, there are no raised voices, just the weight of exhaustion of two lovers who have pulled a string taut. Loving turns to waiting for the other to take the scissors and cut the string, but both are too stubborn to make the first move. And when given the opportunity, when he slips you the scissors behind your back you make the final decision. Emotions feel like a whirlwind in the moment as you grapple with knowing that you are the one to end four years of happiness.

“I’m moving to Kyoto, I want a new start and Utahime is looking for a new roommate,” you say when the worst of it has passed. A few months down the line and you find that staying in Tokyo is only doing more harm. You become caught between growing tensions and your own internal conflict. So when Shoko offhandedly mentions moving somewhere new, but still with hesitance in her tone, and Utahime reaching out with regards to her new apartment, you jump at the new opportunity. For some reason, Gojo is the first person you decide to tell. He glances at you with a smile, teeth peeking out between his lips. You freeze at the sight, horrified at the cruel realization that you can’t quite tell if Gojo is truly happy for you to be starting anew, or if this winning smile of his was already starting to turn into a smirk.

“Don’t miss me too much!” ever the tease, Gojo tilts his head down so he can make eye contact, as if giving you one last look at those beautiful eyes of his before he hides them away. You’ll miss those eyes of his, you think; those ever knowing eyes that seem to see through you and break past every wall that you’ve built.

He does see through it all, so in tune with your emotions and every little twitch of your eyes and lips. Gojo is well aware of his own faults in this fall, but stubborn as he is, and selfish in his want to keep things civil, he doesn’t say anything else. His heart drops at the news of your departure. He can keep himself emotionally distant but physically? Perhaps this time you’re the one slipping beyond his reaches.

twenty-eight — long story short Utahime tells you that Gojo has taken in a new kid. You choke on your tea at the words until she clarifies that he’s simply taken in a boy to Jujutsu Tech (not custody over another kid, you hope that poor Megumi is doing well dealing with this man-child). At twenty-eight you know you’ve moved fast past your teenage romance that was Gojo Satoru. Now, you laugh at the memories, looking back on faded photos and scrawled love letters that once swept you off your feet.

But still, you find that it’s easy to fall into bad habits. And this one just so happens to be named Gojo Satoru. Ever cocky and teasing with his words and touches, you find yourself spending more time at Jujutsu Tech under the guise of working with Okkotsu Yuuta. Gojo finds his ways to slip back into your life, whether it's to bring you sweets he picked up as he was coming in late to work, or try to pester you about what it’s like to live with Utahime. There are no issues with humouring him, after all, you’ve had seven years of reflection.

But seven years later you find yourself in his presence again and Gojo seems to be making every attempt to win you over again. He makes no attempt to hide what he’s trying to do, and you’re horrified to learn that Shoko knows all about it and she finds it rather amusing.

At twenty-eight, both you and Gojo have had a myriad of experiences under your belt. Maturity comes with age, and while that may be said about the both of you (for the most part), you realize that Gojo still holds onto some of that childish innocence and energy that he did when he was younger. You see it in the way he raises Megumi who responds to his guardian’s attempts with eye rolls and glances over at you for help. You see it in the way he teaches his first years, poor Inumaki, Panda, Maki and Okkotsu staring blankly as their teacher brandishes extra sweet pastries as if it were some sort of reward.

It is that energy that he brings back into your life that has you stumbling back, indulging in late night invitations to grab food and reminisce about your teenage days. Now, with the alarming lack of physical distance between the two of you, you would be lying if you said the thought never crossed your mind, that if you had stayed, what might have been.

And one night, when you find yourself tangled up in his arms, you run, cursing his name through confusion and frustration. Seven years down the drain and you feel foolish.

When Gojo wakes to the distance reinstated, he wonders if you both will survive this when it all ends.

twenty-nine — right where you left me You return to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech under Gojo’s request. He texts you out of the blue with emoticons that contradict the severity of the situation at hand. You return with hesitance, walking through old hallways lined with dust and memories of teenagers that ran through with no care in the world. The trek back to your old classroom is one that brings back memories in waves and you can only wonder why Gojo has asked you to meet there. Your old classroom, the one that he now teaches in, with chairs that groan when you sit on them and desks that have markings from your teenage days looks nothing new, and yet it’s unfamiliar.

Gojo sits with his feet propped up on the desk, chair tipping back precariously as he rocks back and forth, head turned towards the open window with blindfold over his eyes. He sits there, not yet acknowledging your presence, as if he’s been there for ages. The dust from the room seems to swirl around him, but never quite settling on his hair and skin because you know that he has Infinity raised. You wonder when the last time he let it down around you was.

“What a sad sight,” you joke, “I never thought you would willingly sit in those seats again.” Gojo turns at the sound of your voice and a smile crosses over his lips. You know that he could have sensed you from a mile away, so you can only wonder why he decides to play stupid like this, minding his own business, seemingly caught up in his own thoughts.

“Sometimes I like to indulge in old memories,” he doesn’t make any effort to move so you take the step forward, crossing through the doorway to enter this room of memories. You’re both older and wiser now and yet you seem to abandon it at the door.

At twenty-nine you both know what’s coming next. The world has gone to shit and it’s impossible not to see the exhaustion that weighs down upon Gojo Satoru. Your feet move first, then your hands and your body as you embrace him tightly. For a moment you are thrown back in time, locked in the fantasy of seventeen with your arms wound tight around him. To stay here forever, like this, together, is all either of you dreamed of when you were young and stupid.

Fast forward to the present and you find yourself in this same old familiar position with years of history to separate the two of you. In the back of your mind you wonder if this is the right decision to make. You know that Gojo has been trying to return to your life, attempt after attempt chipping away at ivy covered walls as you take every chance to run. But as October peers around the corner, you let yourself fall back into his arms.

And when it’s time to go, when the world calls for the strongest, when it asks for Gojo Satoru to once again make another sacrifice, you hold his face close to yours and throw out all thoughts that this could end badly.

“I’ll be here, right where you left me.”

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: spirit appears, spirit writes, spirit disappears (hopefully not)

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

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borzoilover69 · 1 year

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ULTIMATE JAKE: an idea and an execution

iA I Aka the post where borzoi talks to the crowd how awesome Lord Jake English is, the guy that everyones seen around, but have no idea who he is. Pull up a chair, this will get long.

If Ultimate Dirk can be summarised by the mask of tragedy in theatre, LE Jake, AKA Ultimate Jake, could be summarised by the mask of comedy. I’ve barely read HS2, but from what I can see, Dirk wants to make a serious nitty gritty tragedy of serious and epic proportions. But he tries so hard that he ends up making it almost laughable.

Jake wants to make a thighslapper huckshaw comedy where everyones having a grand old time but there is such deep and hollow tragedy hidden within the folds of all those pretty smiles.

If anything they abide a lot by aristotles theory on comedy and tragedy. While tragedy imitates men better than average, comedy parodies those who are worse.

Aristotle stated that those of a more serious type that may have once been inclined to celebrate the actions of great heroes in poetry and prose turn to tragedy, while those who’ve been dishonourable, humbled, turn to comedy. It comes down to duality, tragedy viewing duality as a fatal contradiction forever a fault in things, while comedy views it as natural, but something that everyone must live with the best they can, enjoy. Do you see where I’m going here? Dirk, who praised Aristotle and read the epics turned to tragedy. Jake, dishonourable and hiding from those who he care about, turning to comedy. They line up well with the cognitive psychology of the tragedy and comedy visions, which you should totally look into when you can.

Tragedy is idealistic, stubborn and serious. They long for something higher and greater than common existence. They value heroism, hierarchy, and finality.

Comedy is pragmatic, adaptable, and playful. They consider the self, comfortable in their own skin. They’re anti-heroes, valuing situation-based ethics and reversal.

With that out of the way, lets keep to philosophy like it’s a boat in the atlantic. If Dirks look in life upon going ult is one of pessimistic realism, Jake is an absurdist.

If life is a cruel joke to jake, and it has been, then in his ultimate form hes acknowledged it, and given the cruel void, hes decided to seek out his own meaning. And it just so happens to be his best friend.

Misc details

- Capitalist

- He wears old 3D movie glasses because he’s that idiot.

- He collects a lot of things. He has plenty of things hes shot killed and stuffed in his collection.

You could say he’s rather past oriented, taking care to document it all out of interest and perhaps a subconcious pursuit to figure out the future.

- Very apathetic. He may be charming, but he’s still a jackass. He thinks existence itself is funny, he’s an absurdist; but he’s also a guy who realises he’s been kicked to the curb too many times and started shooting people. - His crew consists of John/June, (in place of rose. They have a lot of movie nights!), Karkat, and one (1) dead dave.

And finally some thoughts about ult Dirkjake: Maybe Dirk wants Jake to just kill him. It’s a game of cat and mouse, and perhaps it’s love for someone who deems himself unworthy, no, incapable of doing so. What better love than to kill someone? To trust and know they will kill you. Feeling safe in the knowledge they’ve known you in every universe and are here to kill you. Not that Jake would let him. I like them.. I think it’s my fave brand of dirkjake besides the original.. they’re dysfunctional, intolerable, and they hate each other, but it’s just interesting. For better or for worse, they’re stuck, and they’re not afraid of the fact they suck. If anything, it’d spur them to be worse.

“Oh yeah. I find the other guy fucking annoying and I’d gladly take a moment to rip his guts out and walk him around a tree until they’re all out and he's calling me every bad name he can think of, but if anyone tries doing this shit with him without my consent, I’m going to be hells of more pissed off.”

Look. It’s funny in the way that realistically, they could probably do a lot of damage to everyone else but due to the fact they know the other guy exists, they’re too busy trying to kick the others ankles out and then beating each other up to become dangerous.

Oh you bet your nanny it’s the gayest most fucked up kismesis known to man. Ultimate Dirk hates LE Jake, because he doesn’t give a damn. Because Jake makes him feel things he denies feeling. And that ridiculously, somewhere in paradox space, Jake went ultimate and decided he was going to man up and pursue Dirk to the ends of the universe. Ultimately: “My soul is bound to you in explicable ways. Our bonds cross the multiverse and wherever you are, somewhere I am by your side. Even in a hundred universes, maybe even a million. I will still find you.”

Perhaps the greatest thing and a closing note is that given they are the ascended versions of themselves, they’re aware of the fact that they’re aware of every time the other guy screwed them over, kicked them in the balls, etc. But they’re also able to see everything else. So what’s with a little hatelove eh?

#homestuck meta #dirkjake #ultimate dirk #ultimate jake #homestuck #ultimate rose: ive seen the light and you two either need to get laid or die #jake english #dirk strider #a lot of philosophy/#borzoi talks #borzoi meta

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lightlycareless · 2 months

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naoaki coming back to the estate only to find naoya and y/n having an intense make out session 🤭 also when hinata finds out y/n is inlove with naoya, she would beat up gojo because he jinxed it 😭

Hello!!!!!

Omg yesssssss however...

This would be highly embarrassing for all parties involved hahahahaha

But you know what it reminds me of? This video right here. God, there's so many things I could go from here like.

If this was the child au (when Y/N and Naoya are a bit older) this is how Naoaki finds out they're dating. He'd leave the room immediately.

Highschool AU, they'd be caught by Gojo, who would take pictures to blackmail them with :) And that's how everyone knows they're dating now.

But going back to Naoaki, ngl I'd like to see his reaction (he'd be getting a taste of his own medicine if you know what I mean)

Warnings: spoilers for my main fic, I believe. Slightest, tiniest hint of smut. Someone gets a reality check.

Happy reading!

Naoaki rushed back to the estate as soon as the mission was over. He always did, but as of lately, he’s doing it more— and it's no surprise why.

Ever since you came into his life, you're all he thinks of. From the beginning of the day to when he goes to sleep, Naoaki can't wait for the moment he’ll be able to see you and the lovely way your face brightens up when seeing him again, getting to hear your chirpy voice telling him of all the things you’ve done while he’s away, and maybe, if he’s lucky enough, how much you miss him too.

He doesn't care that you're Naoya’s wife. Wasn’t really an issue since he’s been nothing but disrespectful towards you; what claim can he make, demanding to keep away from you and respect him?

Everyone knows he doesn't deserve you, especially him. So what does it matter if his brother gets close to you?

Besides, it's not like anything is ever going to happen between Naoya and you. You hate him too much to allow it.

So in a way, he’s relaxed when arriving at the estate.

Kind of, for Naoaki is still worried that Naoya's suspension, where he's forced to stay back home until it's over, could easily provide him a moment to torment you.

And that… Well, he wouldn't be that far off.

Only it's not quite how he imagined it.

“Y/N—are you here…?” Naoaki is just a mere seconds away from knocking your bedroom door when it suddenly slides open, you scurrying out soon after, with a flustered face and disheveled appearance, which you try to fix before he notices, eventually acknowledging him.

“Naoaki!” You breathe, threading one of your unruly hairs behind your ear. “I didn't… I wasn't expecting you to come back!”

“I thought I'd… surprise you.” He admits, eyes focused on the swollen appearance of your lips, the fidgeting of your fingers against the collar of your kimono, and was that a… “... Are you ok?”

“Yeah!” You gasp, fervently nodding your head. “I'm fine! I was just, you know, laying a bit! Tired from all that work. Have you eaten? I'm sure you're starving!”

“No, I haven't” Naoaki, obviously, gets the feeling that you're trying to rush him away from your room. But why?

Is there another reason behind your flustered, suspicious behavior? Or maybe he caught you in an… inappropriate time?

“Well then, that can't be!” You say, quickly grabbing him by the arm and pulling in the direction of the kitchen. “Let's get you something to eat first!”

“Wait, Y/N— I don't—” and perhaps because he was tired, or simply caught off guard by everything, Naoaki can't do anything but allow you to guide him away.

Away from the rising suspicions he harbored towards your unusual appearance, your odd behavior, or the sounds coming from inside your chambers…

Naoaki, even then, was willing to push all aside and simply enjoy his reunion with you—had he kept his sight on the hallways, instead of turning back to your room, giving it one last glance and getting a sight that would forever mark his conscience: an equally disheveled Naoya exiting the doors.

Although subtle, the impression of what the two were doing there was clear in the way he fixed his pants, followed by the marks on his neck, or even the lack of an undershirt…

Naoaki didn't want to concede and admit what transpired, but it's not like he had much of a choice anyways when Naoya proceeded, with little to no shame.

“Y/N!” Naoya suddenly calls, a noise that immediately makes you stop, hesitantly turning around as your cheeks become redder and redder, to see him.

“...Yes?” you squeaked.

“Once you're done, head back to my room. I'd like to pick up where we left off.” Is all that he says, with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face that was undeniably directed to Naoaki, before turning around and retreating into the hallways.

You don't give any time for Naoaki to say anything before you're tugging him back away towards the kitchen, the path there completely silent as his new reality begins to settle in his mind.

It was almost cruel the way he found out, almost as if the universe decided to cruelly play a trick on him, toying with his worst fears, destroying what he thought invincible, and mock him with it.

But Naoaki would have to learn that the universe doesn't work that way. All had simply been work of his own delusions, thinking that just because there was a rift, he'd be able to step in and fill that void.

It was never meant to be that way. Not at all.

You and Naoya were fated together for a reason, Naoaki just needed a bit of time to see that.

Naoaki you fool... Did you really think you were to stay with y/n? Nope :) I mean, at least not in the main story I mean what.

Anyways, this is a direct call back to that one time Ranta saw Naoaki leave y/n's room and he was like oh no Naoya not better see BUT HE DID. Oh, those were the days.

As for Hinata, you can be 100% sure she's going to beat gojo's ass for even thinking something like that. :) I wonder what her reaction would be to seeing the two tho...

Anyways, I hoped you enjoy this silly thing I wrote hahahah I don't even know if this is what you wanted, but it did rub one of my guilty pleasures so... 😏

But thank you for sending in this ask :>

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #series side stories: first it hurts—

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loveackermannn · 11 months

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Forbidden Love between Levi x Reader just pure fluff where like she's a princess and he's her knight to protect her, no context needed just fluff 🤭.

YOUR MIND. I LOVE YOUR MIND.

knight!levi who swore on his life to protect you at all costs – even if it means giving himself up for you. yet, who also swore to never fall in love with you because there's no way that could actually happen.

knight!levi who guards your door every morning and every night, waiting for the sound of your voice to call his name. at times, he couldn't help but want to hear you call out for him just so that he could be closer to you. in his mind, he was convinced it was only out of pure duty to ensure of your safety and that it would be guaranteed by him in your direct presence. though, deep down, it was because he couldn't stand the thought of being apart from you for even a second.

knight!levi who brushes through the messy strands of your hair with your hairbrush and occasionally steals glances at your restless posture through the dusty mirror. his brows furrow, letting his fingers slip through to gently caress at your scalp.

"how long did you stay up for last night? you look like a zombie," his voice is forward and could be seen by anyone else as a bit disrespectful towards his lady, but just to you, you fondly smile at him as if acknowledging his concern.

"a little past midnight, i had some paperwork to take care of, princess duties."

"would it kill you to get a few more hours of sleep than that? i'll do your shitty paperwork for you," he firmly says, noticing your eyes slightly widening at his proposition. of course it's out of his place to say such a thing, he's nothing more than a mere knight in shining armor awaiting for danger to strike at any given moment.

knight!levi who is quick in his apologises afterwards and urges himself to leave as soon as he entered – until he felt your hand surround the flesh of his wrist, hoping that he'll stay. you want him to stay.

"i'll get more sleep, i promise. can you please help me finish getting ready?"

knight!levi who couldn't refuse you even if he so wanted to, because he could feel himself give in to you the more he stays, the more he touches you, the more he is with you. you tempt him so much without even trying. you could talk about all the stars in the universe or the sand that grains the earth, yet all he could think about is how beautiful his own universe is front of him – you.

knight!levi who accompanies you on your daily walks around the palace with nowhere else to run to, because these 4 walls are what you've known your whole life. sometimes, he finds himself dreaming of a small cabin where the two of you can easily roam free to the nearest lake or climb the tallest mountain together. together. he can see it all so well, but the position of knight and princess makes it nearly impossible. perhaps, one day or maybe in another life both of you could be granted that freedom.

knight!levi who eats breakfast, lunch and dinner with you. he makes sure that the food is cooked exactly how you like it, that your cravings and sweet tooth are satisfied because he is the only person to have ever known these small things about you. he'll wipe the crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a napkin or sometimes even with the tip of his thumb, because he knows how messy of an eater you can be.

knight!levi who can't hide his feelings for any more capacity than his heart will allow. knight!levi who loves you to the ends of the earth, that he would gather up all your desires and needs and fulfill them in any way that he could. knight!levi who cares deeply for your heart, soul and mind that he can hardly contain it anymore. knight!levi who is yours forever and has always been yours.

knight!levi who stands at your door, shifting uncomfortably between his right and left leg, thinking about stupid he must look right now to the guards who walked past him. his hand meets the wood of the door, knocking once, twice, then thrice. he's holding his breath and for some time, he wasn't breathing.

knight!levi who waited patiently for your footsteps to be audible to his ears and soon heard the creaks of the door pry slowly open. your eyes appeared to have been deprived of sleep, but you greeted him with the same enthusiasm as you always have, as if the life in your eyes were brought back to life.

knight!levi who can't seem to get the words that itched desparately at his throat and instead, ushers you inside of your room and closing the door behind him. he looks less composed than usual and you began to grow worried at his frantic expression as you sat on your bed. your immediate thought was that someone had broken into the castle or was plotting a rivalry against your kingdom, but as soon as levi got to his knees in front of you, taking your hands into his and bowing his head – almost in.. shame? you knew it had to be about something completely different.

knight!levi who was quiet in words, but coherent enough to reach you,

"i can no longer hold this in, milady. if my words are nothing but indecent to you, i would ask to resign from my position as your knight, but you must know this now, that-"

knight!levi who finally gathers the courage to look up at you with such earnest, you couldn't turn away. he finishes with the remainder of his shakened breath,

"i am in love with you. i can hardly fucking stand near you without having the urge to pull you in because i crave for your heart so badly. i lay awake most nights dreaming of what it would feel like to be beside you. i cannot concentrate because you constantly plague my mind as if you own it."

the unwelcomed silence filled every corner of your candlelit room and the tensed breathing between the two of you was all that could be heard.

as speechless as you were left, the rest of your body spoke for you. your palms met the tops of his hands, tenderly circling your thumb around his calloused skin. your lips were parted and he continued to look up at you as if you were the last thing his eyes could devour. you leaned down and slowly closed the distance between your curious faces. one of your hands reached out for his nape, grounding yourself before placing a clumsy kiss on his lips.

knight!levi who didn't pull away nor did he move from where he knelt. his eyes were slightly opened to a half-lid and his hands were still cupped by yours. he was no expert in initiating physical touch whatsoever, but he wanted to try just for you.

knight!levi who moves his hands from your lap to the sides of your face, arising from the floor but never breaking the kiss. he situates himself beside you, keeping one hand on your cheek and the other on your hip. it was passion, it was love. everything that couldn't be said in words was perfectly conveyed in an array of kisses and the molding of your body to his.

knight!levi who didn't want this to ever end, who wanted to be stuck here in a bubble of warmth with you forever. for as long as this night will allow for it, he will savor every part of you. he would worship you as if you were his temple and he wouldn't want to stop even when the morning rises.

☆ — 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @luvjiro , @youre-ackermine , @lovolee3 , @notgoodforlife , @averysmolbear , @bejewelledd , @leviismybby , @evas-leslas , @roseofdarknessblog @cometlevi , @21aurora (! ! 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝💌)

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diacripticcomplex · 7 months

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My absolute favorite DL characters in no particular order:

🌸 YUI KOMORI 🌸

Never understood the hate towards Yui. Again the anime is a promo for the game and it did not do her character justice at all. The prequel and sequels for some of the mangas did her character justice. She’s a very kind and compassionate person, she’s HUMAN and grew up in a church, she’s a soft girl who doesn’t like violence so y’all can only imagine what this girl has to go thru meeting a bunch of bloody thirsty horny vampire boys, who have severe parental issues and a bunch of other abusive behavioral problems, but she is very patient with each and every brother in all the routes and I love that about her, she’d be a really good therapist too lmao. She’s an Angel, must be protected at all times. I won’t tolerate any Yui hate on this blog.

❤️‍🔥 AYATO SAKAMAKI ❤️‍🔥

Poster boy for the entire franchise. A lot of people find him to be annoying, he is annoying and we love his Aries self for that. While Ayato is a menace to society he’s got a good side to him as well and for the most part knows right from wrong, more than some of the fandom gives him credit for. I also really like his character design, he kinda looks like a mean little bat. They give him a lot of cute and playful moments with Yui and I think that’s beautiful especially in a dark themed game series, they have serious moments but also a lot of light hearted moments and I think that’s important to lighten up the mood sometimes.

👨‍🌾 YUMA MUKAMI👨‍🌾

First off, I absolutely love his character design, the messy long hair and he’s a giant too plus they gave him realistic human hair and eyes to show that he used to be human, maybe I’m thinking too deep on it idk. I absolutely love the identity crisis he had due to his amnesia and the connection with Shu, it brought that twin flame connection back, I love those best friend tropes a lot, his voice actor also is Mako from Free! So I have no choice but to Stan Yuma. Yuma also has a lot more self awareness then the rest of his adoptive brothers and thinks ahead due to his past experiences, he knows that he’s a vampire now but still has a garden for food and has sugar cubes with him at all times, he uses his past experiences and acknowledges that it happened then moves forward he doesn’t dwell on it too much.

🔪AZUSA MUKAMI🔪

He’s a lil creepy, and socially awkward at times but he’s just so relatable sometimes. He’s very soft spoken and he a lil wild with his pain tolerance and some of the out of pocket shit that he says, but I think he’s such a sweetheart, protect him at all costs as well, even his brothers know to protect him at all costs.

🎻 SHU SAKAMAKI 🎻

Shu will forever be my favorite DL boy, he doesn’t like doing anything but can do everything and do it perfectly too. He has severe ptsd, depression, and detachment issues. No you can’t fix him even Yui realizes this and just accepts him for who he is because that’s the only way it’ll work. He’s also hilarious without even trying to be, he says some mean shit at times but it’s so unhinged like damn Shu you don’t have the energy to eat, shower, wipe your ass but you got the energy to completely disrespect all your siblings with a few words. Also his beef with Reiji is somewhat familiar grounds especially if you have a sibling that is constantly irritating your soul. I always felt like I could relate to Shu the most due to him having a hard time getting close to people after losing his best friend, he can’t just get over it either, I don’t like when people would say “oh it happened a long time ago” yes it did but everyone heals at their own pace and it’s important to acknowledge that as well.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #yui komori #shu sakamaki #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #diabolik brothers #yuma mukami #diahell #azusa mukami #favorite characters

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satantica · 1 year

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someone hitting on you - with haikyu boys pt.2

characters: bestfriend!atsumu, neighbor!bokuto

cw: fem!reader

bestfriend!atsumu

The party you went to with Tsumu wasn’t that bad at first. It was the Miya blonde one who left to get you drinks and had been gone for 15 minutes now. You weren’t up to the idea of going here and it was Atsumu who made you change your mind. Not feeling extremely sociable or talkative you were thinking of how lame it was to be just awkwardly standing here all alone just waiting for your bestfriend.

“Hey, wanna get a drink?” a tall brunette approached you. “So you would use it as an excuse for disappearing? No, thanks” your anger was rising. That was just perfect. Now you have to deal with a complete stranger because someone didn’t bother to remember about you.

“Woah, easy. I don’t know what a moron you should be to leave such a beautiful girl all by herself. I’m Chris by the way.” You finally noticed that Chris was even kind of cute. “Yeah, sorry about that. I went here only because of my friend he left for drinks and now he’s gone. Not even answering my texts.” You sounded more upset now than furious. It was actually pathetic.

“Well, let’s get you these drinks. I can’t let this beauty be wasted on sadness.” Chris’ smile started to fade away as you felt someone’s arm on your shoulders.

Miya was smiling charmingly and looking straight at the brunette “Who’s that fella, baby?” You wanted to answer with all the curses you’ve known but Tsumu moved his hand to your waist without any hesitation, not letting you to say anything.

“Oh, so you have a boyfriend.” Chris didn’t look very disappointed as he was acknowledging that. “Yeah, and a very handsome one as you can see.” Atsumu pulled you closer leaving you shocked with every move of his. It really was his way of ordering you to shut up.

“So tell me, handsome boyfriend, how come your cute girl was standing all alone here? Or is disappearing your love language?” Chris certainly wasn’t careful with words. You knew that Miya won’t let that go and you finally started to speak “I don’t—“. Tsumu laughed. He fucking laughed. You thought he was drunk or insane. Not really a big difference.

“Dude, I can’t really tell now if you’re flirting with me or trying to pick a fight” Tsumu was calm. Suspiciously calm. That wasn’t good. Chris was definitely accepting his call “Can you fight though? You know, I can’t hit a child.”

You thought this party couldn’t get more lame but these guys found a way. “Fuck off. Both of you. Wanna find out who’s the alpha male? Go ahead. I’m not participating in measuring your dicks. God.” You threw off Miya’s hand and stormed out.

Tsumu followed you but then suddenly took a few steps back. Atsumu slowly in a victorious manner glanced at the brunette saying “See, that’s what happens when you bother a girl way out of your league.”

neighbor!bokuto

You were returning home from practice exhausted as hell. Next to your door was a guy fixing his bike. He clearly sucked at this. The struggle on his face reminded of your own. Your bike broke down once an that would’ve kept you forever to fix if it wasn’t for Bokuto.

«Hey, you need a hand with that?” you couldn’t smile cause of all tiredness but tried to say it in the friendliest way possible.

“Hi! Yeah, sorry to bother. I just tried to make it work but the things just got worse somehow.” You smirked a bit “Tell me about it.”

After a little while you were all done. “See, that wasn’t so hard.” You pointed at the wheel all fixed up. “I think it’s just your magic power. How can I thank you?” the guy was looking with a strange hope in the eyes. “That’s okay. You don’t owe me anything.”

You turned to your house and heard “Can I ask you of one more thing?” You turned back to the guy. “I can’t not thank you. Maybe you would like to join me for diner?” The man was waiting for the answer. You were at your most polite “I’m sorry I’m not really into romantic things right now.”

You heard a bike riding your way as the guy was saying “Can I get your number then?” You looked in the direction of the coming bike with the familiar figure. “I don’t really think that’s a good idea.” As you ended the sentence bike drifted right between you and the guy leaving the black track of tires.

Bokuto took off his helmet and smiled at you in the happiest way. “Hey, Yn!! Did you see what I just did??!” Koutarou has always liked to hear words of admiration or approval from you. But this time was just perfect. “Yes, Kou. Will you teach me that move?” The guy was still standing behind Bokuto and apparently felt left out. “So, you two are like together?”

Koutarou frowned and turned his way. “Who are you?” You rushed to answer his question “This is just a guy I helped with his bike.” Bokuto looked at the guy again “Uhm.” Koutarou quickly smiled and turned the head your way “So is your mom still waiting me for the diner? Cause I’m veeeryyyy hungry and I missed your clean room a lot.”

The guy finally took a hint “Looks like I’d better go.” You and Bokuto watched him riding away when Koutarou said “Sooo, what’s his deal?” You glanced at Bo and tried to decide if you should answer in the tricky way or in the normal one “He wanted to get my number.”

Koutarou was surprised, then confused and then finally got it “Sorry, shortie, it took so long. If I knew I would’ve run him over.” You laughed at the unexpected statement “Okay-okay, biker, easy.” Bokuto looked a bit offended “I can’t give you to some loser who can’t fix his own bike. And I bet he would’ve stolen your mom who makes the best turkey in the world if he had a chance. Soo, are we going or not?? I. am. hungry.”

#haikyu x reader #haikyu!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #miya atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #hq atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu miya #atsumu x female reader #hq bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro x reader #hq koutarou #bokuto kotaro

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hotteoki · 11 months

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relationships with txt as negative tropes

pairing: ot5 txt x reader (no pronouns used)

genre: angst, breaking up, lovers to exes

cw: none afaik (not proofread)

wc: 1.5k

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yeonjun (연준) - INSTA LOVE

insta love : giving up anything and everything for love before actually finding out anything about them

"yeonjun, don't you get it? you don't love me, you never did!" you ran a hand through your hair. you had been debating having this conversation with him for a while now, and now that it is finally here, you regretted bringing it up in the first place. "what are you talking about? of course i love you!" he was visibly confused. wasn't everything okay? why were you suddenly claiming your relationship wasn't working?

"you text me and bring me on dates and all, but let's be honest. we've been together for a few months and you know nothing about me," you explained, stressed. you hadn't prepared for this conversation and you were sure it was going to end in tears. "that's not true," but even he sounded uncertain of himself. "really? when's my birthday?" you crossed your arms. "i- i don't-" yeonjun stuttered, racking his brain, yet nothing came to mind. "see?" you held back your tears, "you're not the only one to blame though, i don't know much about you either."

yeonjun sighed, defeated. he knew you were right. "we only love the idea of each other, maybe after a few years later, when we're not so eager to get into a relationship just to prove other people wrong, maybe we'd work out," you rubbed your eyes, feeling a stray tear roll down your cheek involuntarily. "so what does this mean?" yeonjun's voice was barely above a whisper. "i don't know," you allowed his arms to wrap around your form, "i don't know."

soobin (수빈) - STAR-CROSSED LOVERS

star-crossed lovers : any lovers whose affection for each other is doomed to end in tragedy

"we've decided that a relationship between the two of you is just not possible at the moment, not when both your groups are right at the peak of popularity. a single hint of your relationship and it'll all go crumbling down," your manager crossed his arms, a serious tone lacing his words. "but surely, if our success never drops, and say we'll be in the eyes of the media for years, that would mean..." soobin trailed off, eyes darting to you. "look, i'm sorry it has to be this way," his manager sighed, unhappy with the situation as well.

"it's really unfortunate, but that's the life of an idol," your manager responded blatantly. "he's right, though," you murmured, "we shouldn't let our relationship affect our members, it's not fair on them." the managers, sensing they were overstepping a private conversation, stood, "we'll let you two have some time." once you and soobin were left alone in the room, he broke down into tears, taking you in his arms.

"it's not fair." you sniffled, "i know." "it's not fair," soobin repeated, resting his chin on your head. "we don't have another choice," you tried to stay strong, knowing as soon as you allowed one tear to drop you wouldn't be able to stop crying, but your wavering voice betrayed you. "i'll always love you. one day, i'll find you again, i swear on it," soobin said firmly, leaving no room for disagreement.

beomgyu (범규) - UNREQUITED LOVE

unrequited love : love that is not openly reciprocated or understood as such by the beloved

"you said you'd get over him." you forced your eyes away from him, "i said a lot of things, dayeon, and so did he." she sighed, hating to see her best friend wallowing over the boy who refused to contact or even acknowledge your existence after a spontaneous night where he called you, claiming he had developed a huge crush on you for months, leading to an all-nighter of a series of flirting back and forth from the both of you.

"i don't know what happened between you guys that night, but you can't dwell on it forever. it's been almost a year, and he's about to get a girlfriend too," she paused, following your returning gaze on beomgyu and kazuha, sitting a little too close for your liking, "he only called you because he was craving for something to feel, or maybe because it was midnight, you know? the time when your emotions are at their most vulnerable. and i think you know this, deep down, you just don't want to admit it yet, you're still hoping that eventually, something will happen between you two again, but the harsh truth is, nothing will."

you swallowed thickly, choking back the lump threatening to jump up your throat, "i know, dayeon, trust me, i know. it still hurts, though. how he can just move on like nothing happened? like he didn't play with my feelings and practically confess his dying love for me. he made me embarrass myself in front of him, all because he felt like it." you continued to stare at beomgyu, praying that even for a second, he would turn to catch your eyes, understanding your desperation and need for him. he never did.

taehyun (태현) - RIGHT PERSON, WRONG TIME

right person, wrong time : when two people who are supposed to be together aren't

"i love you." you stopped stirring the hot chocolate you held in your hands. oh how long you'd been waiting for taehyun to say those very words. years of thinking you were never enough for him, never standing a chance after seeing his girlfriends come and go. you weren't even sure when you had started loving him, to be honest. the heart palpitations and shaky hands whenever his fingers brushed against yours seemed to have lasted for as long as you could remember.

but it didn't feel right. it didn't feel right when he was just about to celebrate his four month anniversary with yujin in a few days. you sighed, "no you don't taehyun." "no but i do. i have for the past two years. i kept trying to get girlfriends to get over you, but none of them ever made me feel the way you feel," he paused to wait for your reaction. when you gave none, he continued, "i never told you because i thought you didn't like me back, i thought it was just me."

"well, at least you know how i've been feeling for the past, probably five or six years," you laughed humorlessly. "six?" taehyun paled. "yeah, six." there was a silence. "well, i mean, we can try now, right? we can-" "no, taehyun, just, no. you can’t leave yujin for me, it’s not fair for her," you refused to look him in the eyes, even when he approached you, his figure drawing closer and closer from your peripheral view. "so you won’t even try?" taehyun sounded defeated. "maybe in the future, but, just… not now. you can’t sacrifice one person’s feelings for another, it’s not fair on either." his form slumped, "yeah, you’re right."

huening kai (휴닝카이) - THE 'I LOVE YOU' STIGMA

the 'i love you' stigma : when love is not returned because the word "love" makes the recipient uncomfortable

"kai," you called for his attention from the bed. he hummed, turning his head while his eyes were still fixated on his set-up screen. you hesitated, nervous about his response. kai finished shutting off his game, switching the device off before making his way to sit next to you, "what's wrong?" "i know what i'm about to say is going to sound so, immensely, selfish, but i don't think i can keep it to myself any longer."

he took your fidgeting hands in his, smiling warmly at you, "i doubt that." it was times like this when you wished life worked the way you wanted it to. "i don't," you began, breathing in deeply, gathering up all the courage you have, "i don't think you love me the way you think you do." kai's grip on you loosened slightly as he seemed taken aback, "what?" you played with the edges of your blanket, "i just, i have a feeling that you think you love me the way a boyfriend would, but you're actually not even sure of the concept of 'love' in general."

"what made you think this?" he finally asked after careful consideration. "i don't know. i mean, i feel like you treat your friends the same way you treat me, and whenever i show a bit of love to you you just kind of stiffen up and avoid me for a while. i get that maybe i can come across as overbearing, but-" "hey, no, it's not like that," kai insisted gently, "i've just, i've never been in an actual relationship before, and i'm not used to the idea of someone actually, well, loving me." you nodded, a bitter tone lacing your words, "you have to love yourself first to love someone else."

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dreamless-daydreamer · 3 months

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TBB as Taylor Swift Songs - Song + Character Analysis(Part Two)

(Part one) (Part Three)

Hello there.

Okay so I actually spent so long on this one and I struggled to find a song for this character for like forever but then I remembered this post And It narrowed down my options by a lot, and I eventually landed on this.

Tech - Forever and Always

When I realized how this song fit him, I went feral. Get tissues, here we go.

'Cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down We almost never speak I don't feel welcome anymore Baby what happened? Please tell me

'Cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door

Okay so this is mostly about his relationship with his twin brother Crosshair. How their whole family seemed fine one moment and the next thing he knows order 66 happens and Crosshair starts to act weird, differently than Tech knows him to be.

Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide

For Tech this line references that he doesn't always understand social cues, and as such sometimes says things that are true, yet hurtful without him intending to. Such as when he hurt Omega in The Crossing and couldn't understand what he did wrong as all he did was tell the truth.

So here's to everything coming down to nothing Here's to silence, that cuts me to the core Where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore

And this is when Crosshair has completely betrayed them. He files a counter report. He shoots Wrecker. He hunts them down. Their entire relationship has crumbled into nothing. Tech had thought that they were immune to the effects of the chips but then Crosshair is clearly being controlled by his.

And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all

And the main reason I chose this song is because, as the post I linked earlier pointed out, Tech frequently checks their comms to see if Crosshair commed them. When Echo left he frequently checked to see if Echo commed. And Tech didn't understand either of their choices but he had to respect them anyways. He might have missed them but its fine. It's a part of life to move on from change.

You didn't mean it baby, I don't think so

Oh back up, baby, back up Did you forget everything? Back up, baby, back up Did you forget everything?

And then Crosshair reveals that he had his chip removed. The entire batch spent the entire time thinking that Crosshair was under it's effects and that if they got the chip removed it would be okay again. Tech had spent so much time building a scanner to remove the chip and the rug gets pulled out underneath him.

And Tech is the first to accept and Acknowledge that Crosshair has always been severe and unyielding so maybe this is who he really is. But then hes the first to believe that Crosshair turned on the Empire, hes the first to insist they have to go back for him.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars tbb #tbb tech #the bad batch season 3 #crosshair #crosshair tbb #tech the bad batch #tech tbb #tech bad batch

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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I JUST GOT THE MOST ANGSTY IDEA WITH MIGUEL AND I HAD TO TELL YOU

So, Reader is usually a happy person but not super bubbly yk? But reader loved Miguel, And Miguel loved them too. But they were both to scared to do so, and they didn’t confess. But as time went on Reader just lost the love they felt for Miguel. And they became distant with Miguel and Miguel instantly notices.

After a few days he asks reader what’s up with them and why are they ignoring him, and reader just says “I don’t think I love you anymore” and it just crushes Miguel heart knowing that they could’ve of been a couple if only he just confessed earlier.

(Poot Miguel omg)

YOU ARE KILLING MEEEE BC THIS HAPPENED TO ME DURING QUARANTINE BEFORE I MET MY BF 😭

miguel o’hara x gn! reader (angst)

summary: neither of you were courageous enough to confess to each other about your true feelings. now, you’re the one who’s starting to move on yet miguel is still latched onto you. it’ll hurt him more than it’ll hurt you to tell him you don’t love him the same anymore.

though miguel wished he could have said something before, he didn’t. miguel was never one to be outright about his feelings nor was he confident in himself. he’d always second guess himself because he felt as if anything good that happened in his life would soon disappear. he loved you more than anything and so did you. it was possible you loved him more than he loved you. though, miguel later on fell harder for you as you began to lose feelings for him.

as the days passed and your feelings for miguel began to fade, a heaviness settled in your heart. it wasn't an instant realization; it was a slow, gradual decline that left you feeling confused and distant. you had enough. you thought your feelings weren’t being reciprocated but you and him were idiotic enough to never tell each other how you truly felt.

miguel couldn't help but notice the change in your behavior. concerned, he approached you, seeking answers for your sudden distance. you’d always be glued by his side and not once would he brush you away. you were truly his other half but things somehow always change. a heavy silence hung in the air before you mustered the courage to speak.

“i don't think i love you anymore," you finally confessed, the words agonizingly heavy on your tongue. it was a painful admission, one that shattered miguel’s heart. the way you could see the color drain out of his body and the way his tensed shoulders instantly slumped down.

time seemed to stand still in that moment as miguel’s expression shifted from confusion to sadness. the weight of missed opportunities and unspoken feelings settled in his chest, leaving him feeling regretful and broken.

miguel’s voice was barely a whisper as he responded, "i...i wish i had told you how i felt sooner. maybe things could have been different." your eyes welled up with tears, a mix of sorrow and regret. "i wish we had been honest with each other. maybe we could have been something more."

in that moment, the weight of unrequited love and missed chances hung heavy in the air. both you and miguel knew you had been too afraid to take that leap, to confess your feelings and embrace the possibility of something beautiful. now, the opportunity had slipped through your fingers. you shared a moment, your hearts heavy with what could have been. it was a bittersweet acknowledgement of the love that had slowly faded, leaving you with the ache of unfulfilled potential. though your paths had diverged, you and miguel would forever carry the memory of what could have been. you learned the importance of taking chances, of opening up you hearts to the possibility of love. and through this painful experience, you found the strength to be honest with yourselves and others, even if it came with heartache.

now, you had finally moved on, but, for miguel he couldn’t find the strength in him to move on from you. you were his everything and all that he could have ever wanted in his life. but at last things don’t seem to turn out the way miguel had wanted too.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @meeom @emiemiemiii

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #spider person #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o’hara x gn reader

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duckapus · 2 months

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A Slice of Orange Regret

Some of the crew is hanging out in the castle foyer as usual, when Meggy trudges in, a haunted look in her eyes and some sort of poster in her hands. Tari's the first to notice her.

"Hey, Meggy! Are you...okay?"

Meggy doesn't answer at first, which draws the attention of the rest of the room, "...I messed up. I messed up real bad."

"What do you mean?"

"You know how Mario's been trying to recreate that orange spaghetti Domain and I made?"

There's a scattering of gestures and noises of general acknowledgement, a few of them a bit annoyed. It had been a bit hard to miss, given how obsessed and desperate he'd been getting, and more than a few of them had gotten caught in the crossfire of his more chaotic attempts, especially recently. And with Mario being who he is, it isn't likely that he'll be stopping his crusade for the perfect spaghetti any time soon, no matter how much some may have wanted him to.

"Well, the other day I was grabbing lunch with Desti and we ended up talking about it, and-and I wasn't thinking about where we were or who would overhear even though I really should have, and now..." she trails off and stares down at the floor, holding out the poster for someone to take.

Bob's the one to grab it, and when he sees what's on it his eyes bulge out in shock, "Sweet holy tits, you're completely fucked."

She lets out a pained whimper, and the rest of the crew crowds in to see what it says for themselves. There's several shocked gasps, a nervous 'mama-mia' from Luigi, and Saiko even clasps at her chest and says some things under her breath that go untranslated.

Finally, the poster is revealed in full...as an advertisement for a new Orange Pizza at Peppino's Pizza.

Anyone who knows both men is aware that, despite their friendship when off-the-clock, when it comes to food Mario "Jumpman" Mario and Peppino Spaghetti are bitter rivals, always seeking to one-up one another and claim the Mushroom Kingdom as their pizza restaurant's turf and theirs alone. Of course this would be how the eternally anxious pizza chef reacted to hearing about Mario's struggles with his signature food. And this was Peppino, so there was no way he'd ever be willing to tell anyone, especially Mario, how exactly he pulled it off.

Finding out that his culinary arch-enemy had accomplished what he could not no matter how hard he tried would be bad enough, but finding out that his closest friend was partially to blame for it?

SMG4 is the first to recover, shuddering at the possibilities before grinning nervously, "N-now let's not be too hasty guys. Maybe it's not exactly the right orange. I mean, restaurants make their food look better on ads and menus all the time!"

Meggy shakes her head, eyes still vacant, "Already tried it. It was just as good and orange as the spaghetti." She sighs the sigh of the damned before finally looking up again, "I have to tell him."

"Are you nuts!?" 3 grabs her by the shoulders, "Do you have any idea just how pissed he's gonna be!?"

"Well, it'll be worse if I try to hide it and he finds out himself! And that will happen, you know as well as I do there's no way to keep this from him forever." She brushes him off and starts pacing, "Look, I already texted him to come over so we could talk, he'll be here any minute, I just needed to tell you guys first to psyche myself up."

They all look around at each other nervously, then Saiko gets up, "I'll start planning the funeral."

Meggy deadpans at her, "thanks for the vote of confidence."

It's at this point that Mario bursts in, his usual stupid grin on his face, "WADDUP, PARTY PEOPLE!"

There's some scattered greetings which sound a bit nervous rather than annoyed like usual, but he doesn't notice the difference. He also doesn't notice Meggy snatching the ad back from Bob.

He hops over to Meggy, "So, you needed to talk to Mario?"

She very decidedly does not gulp in terror, thank you, "Y-yeah, uh, 4? Could we use the game room for this."

"Sure thing." As they head that way, he frantically mouths 'soundproof' to Emulator. She gets what he means and does so, reinforcing the room with Invisible Walls as well for good measure.

They enter the room, the door left slightly open for now to gauge what might be happening, and after a minute or so Lily speaks up, "maybe he's taking it well?"

This, of course, is when Mario shouts "YOU DID WHAT!?", voice rapidly taking on an eldritch echoey quality as an eerie red glow appears through the doorway-

Tari, being the closest, quickly shuts the door the rest of the way so Emmy's protections can actually...well, protect them, "That's a no, I think."

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Everyone else had gone back to what they'd been doing before, albeit now with a tense atmosphere and the occasional nervous glance at the game room.

A few hours in, Lil Coding's the first to address it, "Do you think they're done yet?"

"Let me check," Tari gets up and opens the door a bit to-

"-THEN REDIRECT PIPE 43-B TO THE WELL OF DAMNED SOULS AND FLUSH THE SYSTEM-"

-she slams it shut again just as the air starts to ripple around her, "Nope."

"Were those some kind of demonic plumbing instructions?"

Luigi shrugged, "Yeah, we've actually been studying to finally renew our plumbing licenses now that our lives and his sanity are somewhat stable again."

"And that involves damned souls?"

"Have you seen what the sewers are like in the Mushroom Kingdom? Plumbing around here isn't just clogged toilets and leaky faucets."

"Fair enough."

Boopkins lets out a nervous whine, "This is kind of overboard even for Mario, isn't it? I mean, Meggy just made a mistake."

3 juts his thumb towards the door, "hey, you wanna go in there and try telling him that, be my guest."

"-IF THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT OR DRAIN-O AREN'T AVAILABLE, MARINARA SAUCE WILL SUFFICE-"

Everyone looks over at Tari.

"Sorry! I figured it would be a good idea to check in every few minutes in case anything changes."

They all settle into the nerve-wracking, now slightly painful for their mortal minds routine for another 30 minutes or so, until finally...

"-AND STRANGLE THEM WITH A PAPAIA!"

The eldritch shouting and reality warping and red glow die down, and after a long few seconds Mario stomps out of the room in his Baked color scheme, each footstep leaving a glowing red boot-print that quickly dims to a scorch mark.

"I need to cool off. Do not follow me." His voice, while no longer as loud, is still just as intense, and everyone gives him a wide berth as he leaves.

Meggy's the next to come out, clearly exhausted and emotionally wrung-out but unharmed and un-"The-Abyss-Stared-Into-Me-And-Found-Me-Wanting." Tari pulls her into a side hug in case she loses her footing.

Her voice is small and shaky when she finally says something, "Well, he took that better than I expected."

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The ultimate Knight Burgerpants theory

So... I am starting to believe that Burgerpants might be a more valid candidate for the knight than I thought. This is more of a loose sort of presentation than a theory, but I will try to make it as coherent as possible. Sit back as we discuss this extremely bizarre theory.

If you want the full unhinged Springy experience of this theory, you can listen to this song while you read as it was stuck in my head as I was coming up with this theory (maybe due to the scarily fitting lyrics).

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Hope you enjoy!

What do we know about Burgerpants from Undertale and Deltarune?

First, let's dive into what we know about Burgerpants.

Burgerpants is a 19-year-old cat-like monster who works at the MTT Brand Burger Emporium, which can be found at the MTT Resort connected to the CORE. He is the last vendor found in Undertale, so he sells the most healing/powerful items in the game. Burgerpants doesn't like his job, so much so that he's relieved when he finds out that everyone in the Genocide Route is gone, presumably because it means he doesn't have to work anymore.

Huh? Everyone else is DEAD? ... Does that mean I don't have to work today? God. That it were true, little weirdo. That it were true.

Despite his supposedly soul-crushing job, Burgerpants is optimistic about becoming an actor, or at least getting another job flipping burgers under a different boss.

Little buddy! There's a brand new world out there waiting for us. I'm sure with my (ahem) qualifications, it won't be long before I'm a famous movie star... Or, maybe I'll just end up flipping burgers again. But it's as I say! Nowhere to go but up! Literally, in this case!

In the pacifist route, one can set him up to go out on a date with Catty and Bratty, suggesting that he may have a crush on them even though he doesn't want to admit it.

In Deltarune, he is known as Pizzapants because he works at the ICE-E Pizza instead of the MTT Burger Emporium, which is related to his Undertale backstory and may be the same or similar in Deltarune.

So I went out to the alley to see those two ladies, and uh... you know, see what'd happen next. ... Then my boss, uh, saw me and asked me what I was doing. I was so startled, the hamburgers in my pockets tumbled out onto the ground. Not wanting to lose face, I scrambled to pick them up! But, as I was leaning over, the weight of the remaining hamburgers... ... caused my pants to fall down. Then the girls laughed at me. Everyone calls me Burgerpants now.

Much like Burgerpants, Pizzapants hates his job and his coworkers, but there are a few differences. He's not seen smoking, which could be an indicator that he hates ICE-E's at least marginally less than MTT Burger, and he's good friends with Asriel. However, he still dreams of becoming an actor and doesn't want to work for ICE-E's forever, describing it as "hell".

Now, time to go into the little details that could point to a potential Knight Burgerpants.

Shopkeeper stuff

All of the shopkeepers in the games so far are either implied to be connected to Gaster in some way (Seam, Spamton) or have a greater understanding of the world around them (Seam again, Gerson, Temmie, if you count her as being based on a real person).

At first, Burgerpants doesn't seem to fit the mold, but if you look at a piece of dialogue in a certain way, there might be a case where he fits in with the other shopkeepers. In the Genocide Route, Burgerpants says this when you taunt him.

Sorry little weirdo, threats won't work on me. I can't go to hell, I'm all out of vacation days.

At first glance, the dialogue is pretty funny, however the first part where he acknowledges that threats don't work on him matches up with what Gerson says when you taunt him in the genocide route.

I've lived too long to be afraid of something like you. Try it, kiddo! ... I know you can't here. Wah ha... Knowledge like that is the only reason I've survived so long.

It's possible that Burgerpants, like Gerson, has a greater understanding that his position as a burger salesman is actually what keeps him safe. As much as he hates his job, the lack of vacation days actually benefits him.

The fact that no one bothered to tell him to evacuate could also fit the "forgotten" motif of Deltarune, as it can be interpreted that no one told Burgerpants what was happening simply because they forgot he existed.

Frisk telling Burgerpants to go to hell is also kind of interesting in a multi-layered way. It's not implied that Frisk says this or anything like it to the other characters in the genocide route, which could mean that Frisk has some sort of weird additional reason for hating Burgerpants besides wanting to murder everyone and Burgerpants being inaccessible. Hell is also associated with the Devil, which fits with Gaster's 6 motif. There is also the fact that Burgerpants works near the CORE, a hot, lava-filled place reminiscent of Hell that was the home of Gaster's many experiments.

Connections to ICE-E's

ICE-E's is one of the stranger aspects of Deltarune; for a seemingly unimportant chain of pizzerias, there is much to suggest that the place may be more important than it first appears.

A picture of ICE-E can be seen gratified in the Dark World.

ICE-E's Pain Chart expression can be seen in a children's word search in Undertale, next to a FUN event with a snowman version of ICE-E labeled "Nightmare".

The Spamton Sweepstakes also mentions a story Noelle told about how she believes ICE-E is a cryptid, as well as a story she told about how an ICE-E pizza box winked at her, causing Dess to burn the box and Kris to bury the remains. Kris also told Noelle about how they saw ICE-E "eating children", which caused Dess to hit them with a wiffle bat for lying, but Kris is still acting like they really saw it years later.

The fact that Burgerpants works at ICE-E's puts him in the spotlight, as he is a pre-existing and well-known character from Undertale. In a future hypothetical dark world based on ICE-E's, Burgerpants could become important; many theorize that he could become a potential party member, but Toby could pull the rug out from under the players and reveal Burgerpants as the boss.

It's also interesting to note that Burgerpants calls ICE-E's hell. This is in contrast to his infamous quote in Undertale that he can't "go to hell".

By becoming the Knight, one of Burgerpants' motives might be to "get out of hell". How does one get out of hell? By either redeeming oneself or making a deal with the Devil.

Puppet/Cat Elemental Pair

Elemental Pairs are a hidden property in Deltarune that are assigned to some enemy bullet patterns and party armor. Players would normally discover them through Spamton's dialog.

HAVEN'T YOU HEARD OF [elemental pairs]!? WITH AN [Valuable item], YOU CAN DEFEND AGAINST [Puppet/Cat], OR [Thunder/Light], [Dark/Star]… JUST WATCH OUT FOR THE [$#&*] THAT USE [Death/Scythe]!!! NEVER AGAIN!!!!

In the game's code, the Puppet/Cat elemental pair is the 6th element and is assigned to Spamton NEO, Tasque Manager, and Tasque. Two of the characters are cat-like species, while Spamton is tied to Gaster, a character associated with the number 6.

Gaster himself has been associated with cats since Undertale, as Gaster Follower #1 is a small head and cat-like monster. The follower is infamous for telling the story of how Gaster split across space and time, and how he holds a piece of Gaster in his hand.

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There are two ways to interpret the sprite, one is that the head is the "Piece of Gaster" and the cat monster is holding it. The other is that the cat monster is the piece of Gaster. If the head is the piece, it means that the cat has lost control of its own body because the head speaks for it. If the piece is the cat, then the cat-Gaster is stuck forever in a statue-like state in a laughing pose.

So what does Burgerpants have to do with this elemental pairing? First of all, Burgerpants is a cat-like monster, which fits the motif so far. But more interestingly, as a fast-food worker and an unplayable NPC, he would fit the puppet motif, since he has to work for another power and is programmed to do so. If Burgerpants really was the Knight and was working for/under another power, then that would reinforce the puppet motif.

Other examples of potential Burgerpants Knight Foreshadowing

Burgerpants taking off the head of the ICE-E costume head and saying "It's me, little buddy!" could be a similar setup to Flowey introducing himself and then echoing that in the pacifist ending where he is revealed to be Asriel.

Spamton quotes Burgerpants (or maybe Burgerpant's boss/Frisk) when discussing the Knight.

Seam warns about not visiting the dark world at night time.

...By the by, it's growing late, isn't it? You should hurry home once you finish your business here. You don't want to get caught when the sun goes down...

This could be because the Knight visits and creates dark worlds at night, which is theoretically when Burgerpants' shift would end.

Burgerpants' dream of being an actor actually matches what the Knight is - an ordinary Lightner pretending to be a great and powerful Knight.

Burgerpants is one of the few "unimportant" characters to write Valentine's Day cards, and he is also the only card writer who is outwardly negative, as even the cards from enemies and bosses are tame.

The Knight has no known motive, and no one knows the Knight's true identity. Pizzapants has no known origin as to how he got the nickname Pizzapants in Deltarune, Catty and Bratty aren't friends in Deltarune, so it's probably not the same backstory as in Undertale. Pizza/Burgerpants' real name also remains unknown, so if he is a Knight, it could be a double reveal of not only the Knight's identity, but also Burgerpants' real name.

The Knight is often referred to as the "Strange Knight," and it may be that Burgerpants' strange characteristics, or his ICE-E costume that transforms into a bizarre suit of armor when he enters the Dark World, are what make the Knight so "strange".

Toby said that the ending was based on a fever dream, and having a fast food worker be the cause of the end of the world would totally fit a fever dream scenario.

Potential Motives

I think Burgerpants would have the simplest of motives. He is tired of being bossed around and working a menial job. Creating and influencing dark worlds is the closest he can get to the true freedom and control that his life lacks. Burgerpants also feels that his life has been wasted, and becoming the Knight will give him a chance to live it to the fullest.

I'm getting on in years, so let me give you some advice, little buddy. You've still got time. Don't live like me. I'm 19 years old and I've already wasted my entire life.

In fact, one of the first things you learn about the Knight is that he locked up the other kings and put the current king in place. I've noticed with most knight theories, most people ignore or rewrite this detail, as it wouldn't make sense with their candidate of choice. However, Seam backs up this story, and I don't think he's the kind of person to lie about a story like this, or at least get the wrong impression of what had happened.

This is why having Burgerpants as the knight actually kind of makes some sense. Why is that? Because by putting the King in order, Burgerpants not only gets to choose his own boss, something he couldn't do before, but he also gets to subject others to the same treatment he had as some sort of power fantasy. Now Burgerpants gets to be the powerful boss, giving orders and having people cower for him.

A common misconception is that all Superbosses lose control and must gain freedom due to Spamton's situation. Jevil, however, may prove this assumption wrong. Unlike Spamton, whose primary goal is to gain freedom, Jevil has an "I can do anything" attitude about his situation. Even though he is imprisoned, Jevil believes that he is more free than those outside his cell.

So what is happening with the Superbosses? Well, I think the Superbosses operate under a sort of "give one - take one" system, intentionally or not. Basically, Gaster gives the Superbosses the information they need to achieve their goals - freedom for Jevil, becoming a great salesman for Spamton - but he also takes something away from them. Social status and/or mental state for Jevil and control for Spamton.

Assuming that Gaster is working with the Knight, the Knight would gain the ability to create any Dark World in any location he wants and the ability to have massive influence in that world, but eventually the real world will be taken away from him and destroyed by the Roaring. As an additional consequence, the Superbosses and Knight will eventually be forced to learn the true nature of their world and be driven mad by it. The Knight may not have reached this point yet, but he will by the end of the game.

By becoming a Knight, Burgerpants has the freedom to become a powerful figure, to be his own boss, and to receive love and recognition from others that he may not fully receive in the Light World. Burgerpants, assuming he knows about it as the Knight, is one of the few characters who wouldn't mind a potential Roaring. Either because he knows he would lose his job if the world ends and thus never have to work again and never see people he dislikes again, or because he has been promised/believes that with the Roaring he can recreate the world any way he wants. A world where he can become a famous actor loved by everyone and/or a powerful ruler like he became in the Dark Worlds.

It's also possible that Burgerpants' motives are actually admirable. Burgerpants may want to be the hero for a long-standing cold case, that of Dess' disappearance. Then he can gain the fame that might lead to him being hired as an actor. However, I think the case that his motives are tied to his dead-end job and his low feelings for others is a stronger argument for potential motives, as it could show how all Dark World adventures are ultimately self-sufficient. Or it could be a great contrast to how Kris' adventures are about friendship (in the non-Snowgrave route), but the Knight's are self-centered.

In any case, a Knight Burgerpants might actually be terrifying to fight, because Burgerpants would be the character most unhinged and relentless enough to put up an extreme fight to keep his dream world going.

Conclusion?

In conclusion, Burgerpants may be an unlikely candidate for the Knight, but the case for him is hopefully compelling and interesting enough to warrant further consideration.

#deltarune #deltarune theory #deltarune meta #undertale theory #utdr theory #undertale meta #undertale #burgerpants #deltarune knight #deltarune lore #deltarune predictions #long post #springy thoughts #believe me i thought about the horrors™ of knight burgerpants for several minutes after writing the initial draft #might be the only knight candidate that actually legitimately scares me

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woodsdyke · 7 months

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in a shot, i'd swap my body for a body of water worry the cliff side top as a wave crashing over i'd lower the world in a flood, or better yet i'd cause a drought if I was a rip tide, i wouldn't take you out

been slowly picking at this throughout the month, took forever because i was in the process of moving. had a lot of fun with it tho. aveline and johan, really awful as fiancés but great vengeful gay besties. make them regret everything they did to hurt you. go girlies. fuck up their day

(white wasn't customary for weddings in the 18th century but consider: it was for the vibe. ty)

some additional info about these two under the cut because i think about them sooooo much

(tl;dr what if u were two traumatized gay people who had to get married but instead you did crimes that would get you executed by the state, found each other again, now gayer and happier, and became besties who bond over how fucked up your life was and how cool it’d be if the people who hurt you got what they deserved. Wouldn’t that be neat?)

TW discussions of abuse (inc. of children)

Aveline Montclair and Johan Groeneveld both grew up as aristocrats, and have always been godawful at it in new, exciting ways. Aveline is aggressive, stubborn, and prone to lashing out, and her family is unable to find a suitor for her because she’s now stabbed two of them in the hand with a fork (deserved, maybe overkill). Johan is an incredibly reluctant admiral of the dutch royal navy, a kind-hearted, captivatingly anxious man who would much rather be doing a nice artist residency in the countryside right about now.

Their families have a very long history, so ultimately they decide to just marry the two of them off to each other and be done with it. ‘won’t this be an absolute disaster and cause inevitable chaos’ probably. they don’t care.

Their engagement is short-lived but miserable; Aveline despises Johan for taking away the last scrap of freedom she had and trapping her in a life she hates (despite knowing that Johan really didn’t have a say in any of this). Johan resents her because he’s just trying to make the best of a bad situation, while she’s hellbent in making them both miserable.

(we won’t unpack how they both expected unhappiness from the start because the thought of marrying each other made them both feel sick – besties, you are gay. You’ll get there. It’s ok)

To skim over a Lot of things, Aveline runs off with pirates, Johan makes a series of mistakes that lead to him defecting from the navy and going on the run because he knows what will happen if the royal navy finds him. Despite all odds, they run into each other again. It’s a disaster, at first, until they realize some time apart has made a difference, and most importantly helped them realize they’re more alike than they thought. They’re a couple of scared, hurt kids, forced to grow up too fast, who want someone, something to pay for what was done to them. they spent years of their lives at each other’s throats and never stopped to think that maybe there was a bigger enemy to challenge that wasn’t each other.

Turns out when your every move isn’t controlled by your abusers, you can actually make decisions for yourself, and can decide not to ruin your own and someone else’s life over misplaced blame and defensive anger.

turns out if both of you are so intensely repulsed by the thought of being in a heterosexual marriage with anyone, let alone each other, maybe you are gay

and during all of it, they knew. The last thing anyone in the Montclair or Groeneveld families wanted was for Johan and Aveline to realize they’re better friends than enemies. Aveline’s mean, she wants blood on her hands, and Johan has the quiet, relaxed cunning that’s frightening in an angrier man and straight up dangerous in him. They’re a threat as a pair, ironically enough for the people who set them up to tear each other apart so they wouldn’t have to deal with them or acknowledge how badly they fucked up their kids.

Aveline wants to tear into her problems with her teeth. Johan is tired of being fearfully obedient and wants everyone to know it.

things aren’t fully right between them, not really, and won’t be for a very long time – too much history, too much of a lifetime of abuse at the hands of the same people – but things are good between them. one of those once-in-a-lifetime kinds of friendships. Regardless of the outcome, having someone to get angry with, to mourn the loss of a childhood with, to voice those thoughts kept close to their chest on the ways they hope those who hurt them will pay, it’s healing, and right now, they need each other (they always did).

And no matter what happens, if Aveline ever gets the revenge she dreams of, if Johan can have a life well-lived, in spite of being told he was always destined to fail, there’s one thing that won’t change:

Aveline is an only child, Johan is the only surviving Groeneveld son. There’s power in knowing the Montclair and Groeneveld bloodlines end with them.

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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sweaters & kisses | one-shot.

Request: maybe one of the weasleys x reader where molly makes everybody ugly christmas sweaters??

Pairing: Bill Weasley x fem!reader

You hadn’t seen the Weasleys in forever. Since your seventh year which was about eight years ago. Approaching the Burrow, you realized how much you missed your friends. You, Bill, and Charlie were inseparable during your school years. When Bill left, it was just you and Charlie for two years.

That meant it was two years of Charlie pressing you to confirm his suspicions that you were into his brother. Both winter breaks, he tried his hardest to set you up with Bill despite you telling him not to meddle and just let you have a crush. Charlie wanted you to be a part of the family for real— the two of you always recalled your joke pact that you made in first year stating that if you were both thirty-two and single you would just marry each other.

Then graduation happened. Part of the reason that the three of you had been inseparable in your school years was the same reason that you all grew apart— a love of adventure. Bill became a cursebreaker in Egypt, Charlie worked with dragons in Romania. You were trapezing the entire world in search of dark artifacts.

The three of you also had a strong sense of morals along with the sense of adventure. When Harry Potter claimed that Voldemort was back, you came running. Without much thought, you sent a letter to Dumbledore asking to join the Order.

While they didn’t necessarily like the idea of Harry and other students learning to fight, they acknowledged that Voldemort was after the boy. They felt better that there was guidance close to their age. The old Order of the Phoenix stepped aside for the younger generation.

Between Tonks and Bill, Harry’s little Dumbledore’s Army became prodigies at Defense Against the Dark Arts. Charlie had an intense network of dragon dealers that were able to easily pass information and spy for them. He also had a way to track animals that proved very useful in finding and killing Lord Voldemort’s snake. You were able to figure out the horcruxes.

There was still a whole ordeal about getting them to destroy them. But, aside from Nagini and the diary, you had all of the horcruxes in Dumbledore’s office. It was just a matter of figuring out how to destroy them. That involved more travel which you would get to when it wasn’t freezing. There were prisons out in the world that held dark wizards that did what Voldemort had done which meant that someone had to know how to destroy them. But that wasn’t until the New Year. Right now, you were enjoying your holiday. Mr. Weasley invited you to the Burrow for Christmas.

You knocked on the door, expecting Mr. or Mrs. Weasley to answer. The door opened to reveal a tall redhead who you hadn’t seen in what felt like forever.

“You got one of your ears pierced?”

Bill laughed. “I haven’t seen you properly in years and that’s the first thing you say to me?”

“What do you want me to cry in joy? Close the door and we’ll do it again.”

“You haven’t changed a bit.”

Bill ushered you in and closed the door. Immediately, Charlie showed up. It was like no time had passed at all. The rest of the house, which included Order members as well as Harry and Hermione, noticed how the three of you were joined at the hip.

“Have they always been like that?” Lupin asked.

Percy nodded. “They were the Golden Trio at Hogwarts before Harry ever showed up. Gave Mum a near heart attack when Bill almost got expelled.”

“Expelled?”

Bill threw an arm over your shoulder. “This one had the brilliant idea of helping one of our fellow students break some cursed vaults.”

You poked Bill’s cheek. “Um, without my brilliant idea you wouldn’t be a cursebreaker now.”

“Yes, I would be.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

Bill looked at you. The two of you didn’t break eye contact. It didn’t go unnoticed by the others when Bill’s playful stare-off seemed to morph into something else. His face softened a bit. Bill cleared his throat and looked away. You smiled smugly.

“Ha. I win.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Bill suddenly walked off, Charlie following him outside. You went back into the swing of old Weasley Christmas traditions. The younger Weasleys remembered all the times that you used to come over. Ginny always liked it because, even though she was a baby, you always treated her like a little lady. She always used to push Charlie or Bill marrying you so you would be at the Burrow forever. Back then, it was a funny joke. Now, she was old enough to see something was up with her brother.

Mrs. Weasley began to hand out presents. You all knew they were sweaters. Every Christmas Eve, the present was a sweater. You started getting them in you and Charlie’s third year because you were the only friend that the boys kept bringing home. Molly handed you your little box.

“Oh, with everyone here, (Y/N) and Charlie are going to be in your room, Bill.”

Bill’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Shouldn’t (Y/N) be with Ginny?”

“Hermione and Tonks are already there. So is Angelina, there isn’t room.”

“You act as if we haven’t shared a bed before,” you told Bill.

Fred stood up. “But you said Ang couldn’t stay in our room every time we asked, growing up.”

“(Y/N) was never dating one of them. They’re also adults that I can trust.”

Fred shut up, not having a good counter argument. You laughed as you tore through the wrapping paper, wondering what color you would get. You had almost every color. Although, all the ones from your earliest years were now too small. Bill turned when he heard you in hysterics.

“Molly, I love it!”

“I wanted to try something different this time.”

“It’s great.”

You held up the ugly Christmas sweater. Everyone opened their own presents to see ugly Christmas sweaters. You all changed into them so Molly could take a picture. One by one, everyone retreated to their rooms. You, Bill, and Charlie decided to wear the sweaters as pajamas. Charlie took some firewhiskey from the kitchen before the three of you retreated to Bill’s room.

He had the only room on the same floor as the living room— Charlie’s was upstairs on the same level as their parents and before all the additions started getting added to the house. The three of you passed around the bottle and caught each other up on your lives. There was an unspoken agreement to never spend this much time apart from each other ever again. Charlie stretched.

“Alright, I’m heading to bed.”

“Where are you going?” You asked as he started to leave.

“The couch.”

“Charlie, the bed’s big enough for the three of us.”

“I know but William isn’t going to do anything unless I do it for him. You two are just like when we were younger.”

He walked out without another word. You turned to face Bill who was now fiddling with his sweater.

“Okay, what was that about?”

“It’s just Charlie,” Bill said.

You two started getting ready for bed. Bill opened his mouth plenty of times to say something but then closed it again. You probably had a relationship. He told Charlie that much when his younger brother followed him outside. You probably didn’t even like him. Why would he expect you to still have a crush on him after all these years? Bill thought he was screwed that he finally had a crush on you and it wasn’t during the same time that you had one on him. He held his breath for a moment as you cuddled against him to get comfortable. Like he used to, Bill rubbed your back so you would fall asleep easily. Only now, it wasn’t platonic— not on his end. Bill looked down to see you sleeping peacefully. He sighed.

“Crushing on your best friend is such a cliche, isn’t it? You’ve gotten even prettier since I last saw you, wanted to kiss you when you showed up to the Order meaning. I should’ve told Harry I couldn’t teach Dumbledore’s Army that day and just caught up with you. Too bad this isn’t seventh year. Charlie told me that you used to like me… guess I missed my chance, didn’t I?”

“Your sweater is itchy,” you mumbled.

Bill froze and you lifted your head. He looked like a deer in headlights.

“Did you hear me?”

“I was going to give you your moment but one of the pom poms was poking my ear.”

“Merlin, I can’t beli—”

“You can still kiss me.”

“I’m so sorr— what?”

“I was going to let you sleep and then just, I don’t know, kiss you in the morning.”

“Are you messing with me, right now?”

You shook your head. “I’ve had a few boyfriends since Hogwarts but there was always something missing. I only ever feel it around you and Charlie.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just include my brother.”

You shoved his shoulder. “Oh, you know what I mean.”

Bill sat up, cupping the sides of your face. “Do I?”

“Just kiss me, William.”

“Gladly.”

Bill pressed his lips against yours.

#bill weasley x black!reader #bill weasley x reader

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