#like in context she wasn’t wrong but boy was i shocked

[gucciwins]

a kid literally said “that’s so 90’s”

#the shock #she’s only a first grader and the attitude is huge! #like in context she wasn’t wrong but boy was i shocked #a thought!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not telling someone her boyfriend cheated on her with me.

TLDR at the bottom.

So this all started when I (21M) and the boyfriend (Garrett 21M) were 16. I really liked him and we had some history. After months of pining, I made a move but he took it the wrong way and we ended up being FwB.

Fast forward a few months and he’s being…weird. Ignoring me during the school day only to bounce back to wanting to be around me, telling me he feels guilty about sleeping with me (he was catholic) then acting like I’m being an idiot when I don’t initiate sex, generally just dodging my attempts to interact outside of sex and getting my help on homework. At this point I’m fairly certain he knew I liked him romantically so I figured he was acting weird because of that and asked for space. He gave me a bit of time but when I started to hang around him again he started guilting me over ‘abandoning him again.’

Like I said earlier, we had history. We dated for a couple months when we were 15 and after I broke up with him, I didn’t really talk to him much for the summer. He guilt-tripped me a lot over this and dating someone else after him and I fell for it hook-line-and-sinker. I was into him and didn’t see the red flags.

Anyway, after graduation we ended up going to college at the same place and continuing being FWB and I kept doing homework with him. However, pretty soon after we got up there, he confronted me about telling my friend, Hannah (15F when we were 18 so 18 now) about us being FwB. He made me promise I’d tell her we stopped and wouldn’t tell anyone else, then used that to guilt me even more.

For context, Hannah was friends with my little sister and I ended up being her ride everyday after school and we had a lot of the same after school activities. She knew about the FwB thing because I’d talk to her and my sisters about how I was so into him but couldn’t tell if he liked me back because he was so erratic in how much affection he showed me. Garrett met Hannah a bit before we left for college at a get-together and apparently they exchanged numbers.

So, a bit into school I get a call from Hannah and she tells me she couldn’t hide it anymore and that her and Garrett have been together since the week we left for school. I’m horrified because 1. I’m still sleeping with Garrett and 2. She’s 15 and in high school. I was kind of in shock and sick to my stomach so I didn’t say anything at that time. Looking back, I can see now that this is why he was so insistent I tell her we broke things off and why he’d been guilt-tripping me so much about telling her I’m the first place (despite him also telling one of his friends).

As soon as I could, I got Garrett to come over to my place and confronted him. He started telling me about how they hadn’t actually been together, just talking to see if they’d be able to handle long distance, and I once again fell for it. He tells me that they officially got together over the weekend he went home and that’s why Hannah called me. I told him I wasn’t comfortable with it and that it freaked me out he was dating someone that much younger and that we won’t be sleeping together again.

A few weeks go by and he’s at my place almost every night and nothing happens. And then there’s a little cuddling and it’s like I’m with that boy I first met who was nice to me all the time and freely gave physical affection. It’s important to note here that this was during lockdown and I had no roommates. He was the only person I saw consistently and I hadn’t seen my family in months. If he wanted to throw an arm over my shoulder or let me put my feet across his lap then I was going to let him, I was touch starved as hell and hadn’t had so much as a handshake from anyone but him in months.

One night cuddling turns into me on his lap but nothing really happens and I end up telling him I’m taking him home. The next time he comes over, he climbs in my lap and to avoid this getting too personal, he basically does everything he knows I like until I kiss him back. And then word for word says “I was wondering when you’d give in.”

We ended up sleeping together a couple more times before it finally stopped for good because we both felt guilty. Around the time it stopped, I’d also been hanging out with his roommate and our mutual friend a lot and he had started getting explosively angry anytime we’d hang out without him even if we’d invited him and he’d turned us down, then he’d guilt me again over how lonely and left out he felt after he’d yelled at me. About this time I started realizing how manipulative he’d been and shortly after found out he’d been lying to both me and his roommate about various things to keep us separated and me isolated.

But yeah, so Hannah. I was planning on telling Hannah, but I didn’t know how to do it without Garrett retaliating. He’s got anger issues, is taller than me, and has photos of me I’d really rather not get out and knew my address. So I planned to tell Hannah after I’d moved over the summer.

But then things with Hannah went south. I’m not going to get into it, but basically she said and did some messed up things and I told her I didn’t want to talk to her anymore. But she kept texting me, would drive hours to my campus and would text me that she saw me and wanted to talk. I kept telling her not to contact me and it got to the point that I was afraid of her finding out where I worked and cornering me. I had to threaten to call the police to get her to stop.

As far as I know, she and Garrett are still together and I still feel guilty about not telling her he cheated on her with me, especially because those last few times I knew it was cheating. I’m not scared of Garrett anymore, but more so that contacting her will lead to her texting me all the time again and destroy any case I have for harassment.

TLDR: My emotional manipulative ex FWB used me to cheat on his underage girlfriend, and I never told her because I 1) was afraid of him retaliating and 2) don’t want to contact her after she stalked me.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[doll-elvis]

Your thoughts on the Letterboxd reviews for prisiclla? I’ve gotten mixed messages from them, about the movie overall and Elvis’s portrayal

for now (even though I was refreshing letterboxd every 1.2 seconds yesterday🤧) I’m trying to stay away from reading letterboxd reviews- solely because of the amount of review inflating by the anti-elvis crowd and because of the review bombing by what I’m assuming is elvis fans: it’s just incredibly hard to find an unbiased review atp

but yes definitely a lot of mixed messages: I’ve seen people complain that the film was too sensitive to Elvis, and people complain that it wasn’t sensitive enough to him, like ma’am which one is it 😭

@septembersghost changed my brain chemistry yesterday with all of their amazing responses to asks about this film, and this one in particular helped me realize why we are seeing such a wide variety of reviews, and even reviews that are contradictory to one another ⬇️

tbh I was very naive with my expectations of how I thought Elvis would be received by audiences because for some reason I thought people would be able to go into this film without their own biases and without any preconceived opinions of Elvis- but of course I was wrong about that 😭

I think most people are seeing this film with the hopes that it will validate their beliefs that Elvis was an “abuser” and a that Priscilla was a “victim”, and like septembersghost said, if they want him to be a monster, they will see him as one regardless of the film’s intent

and so many reviewers are doing exactly that

like mistaking Elvis’ genuine innocence, and his “little boy”-like qualities as something perverse and harmful. like I saw a reviewer say that his baby talk with Priscilla was creepy… bffr

Elvis never had any ill intent with his baby talk, it was simply something he grew up with, but of course people are twisting the narrative to make it seem like Elvis was baby-talking with Priscilla in a perverse way. Not to mention the fact that Elvis would baby talk with literally everybody from his cousin Billy to his dad, to his daughter, to the Graceland staff etc. etc., it wasn’t something reserved for Priscilla because she was younger than him

“him yuvs you and her yuvs him” in what universe is that anything but cute 😩

excerpt from “Elvis and Me” by Priscilla Presley

I’ve also seen reviewers say that Elvis was “physically neglectful” towards Priscilla in the years leading up to their marriage because he wanted to save penetrative intercourse for marriage… it just seems like no matter what Elvis’ intent was, or what the film’s intent was, people will twist it in a way to make Elvis look worse

I’m personally not surprised that a man from the silent generation aka a man who was born in 1935 in a Christian household believed that sex was for marriage 😭

of course he didn’t abstain from it completely but it doesn’t shock me that Elvis intended to marry a virgin woman, especially knowing that he abstained from penetrative intercourse with many other women that he considered for marriage like June Juanico and Anita Wood

That was not only typical of his background (being from the south, and being raised in church) but it was also typical of that time period- I also saw a reviewer say that Elvis had “dated” ideas of marriage and I’m sorry to be crass but no shit??? the man was from a generation that practiced those standards of marriage, so he wasn’t alone in those beliefs nor did he start them

ahh I’m sorry it just bugs me when people completely avoid using context when speaking about Elvis 😭 like why are we using a 2023 mindset to judge a man from 1935?? anyways that’s why I’m now trying not to take every single negative review for its’ word because it’s very possible that these people are simply misinterpreting Elvis and his intentions

of course that is easier said than done, and as Elvis fans I think we all feel protective over him and anything negative about him, especially negativity that isn’t even true, is just so hard to have to see and to read. I truly wish that everyone loved him as much as we do, the world be a kinder place to say the least 😭

in order to keep my mind from imploding I’ve been reading reviews from more independent critics as opposed to larger companies like rollingstone (their review made me want to find a hole and stay there)

I found this guy’s review of the film just by searching “Priscilla review” on Twitter, and this is probably one of the most unbiased takes that I have seen so far ⬇️

review courtesy of Rory Doherty on flicks.co.uk

“but the conditions that his love came with appear to an outsider completely unfair” I don’t think this is a harsh assessment at all, Elvis expected a lot out of the women he was with and I truly sympathize with all of them in that regard

like Elvis telling Mindi Miller that she looked scary without makeup made me die laughing when I first read it because imagine having the nerve to say that but if I was her I would have cried 😭!!

and if his review if completely accurate, it soothes my worries to know that Coppola “is not interested in moral judgement” as it seems like people who hate Elvis are only interested in the film if it does that

if you made it this far I’m sorry I don’t know how to stop this word vomit lmao but I’d love to know what you guys think or if you have read a review that gives you more hope for this film <3!!

#thank you for the ask <33 #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis fans #elvis asks #priscilla presley #priscilla movie #priscilla 2023 #sofia coppola

[edwinadaily]

I saw your friedrich and edwina creations and im hooked! do you have any hc for them??

Our Friedrich x Edwina tag

Thank you anon! I’m gonna focus on their first encounter.

CONTEXT

After s2, the ton avoids Edwina and there’s lots gossip about her (she’s not the angel she pretended to be, she’s why Anthony chose her cold sister instead etc).

Edwina is broken and no longer believes in love. She still longs for true love but thinks she’ll never experience it.

Friedrich wasn’t keen on meeting anyone, especially someone chosen by his aunt. But he caves when the queen promises to leave him alone after this.

Charlotte doesn’t tell him anything about Edwina’s past in case he gets the wrong idea.

THE ENCOUNTER

To escape the gossip, Edwina ventures in the fairy tales section of the library. Her Appa and Kate used to read them to her and Edwina was hoping the nostalgia would numb her pain and transport her to fantastical lands.

Friedrich sneaked out of the castle in civilian clothing for a moment of peace before the ball. Knowing books to be a worthy distraction, he slips into the library.

While browsing the shelves, he saw a petite woman struggling to reach a book. He handed it to her. It’s a copy of  Grimms' Fairy Tales.

Fred stares at Edwina in awe. He's well acquainted with beauty, being part of the highest echelon of society yet he's never felt breathless like this.

Edwina was frazzled. The perfect debutante should regale herself with high-brow classics or books on matrimony, not a children's book. But Edwina wasn’t a debutante or perfect anymore, was she?

Snatching the book away, she tried to hide the cover. She couldn't bear a stranger mocking her fondness for fairy tales, a trait shared with her late Appa. A connection she clung to. She couldn’t let him tarnish that. “Thank you, sir. But I am not a lady in distress and your assistance was uncalled for. Good day” she snapped.

Friedrich gaped at her, giving Edwina the chance to appraise him. He was strikingly tall with golden locks framing a handsome face. A navy jacket hazardously thrown over his shoulders with a loose wrinkled shirt underneath. Edwina had no inkling of his rank but she should have heard rumours about him. Maybe he was a worker? Maybe he wasn’t from here? Maybe he didn’t know her?

As she turned to leave, the stranger stuttered in a German lilt “what is your favourite Grimm brothers’ tale?” Shocked, Edwina stared. So he was not from here, just like her.

Anger forgotten, Edwina's heart went out to him. It was not easy integrating the ton, an insulated community that did not look kindly upon foreigners. Edwina was spared some of its judgement thanks to Kate’s rigorous training and Mary’s lived experience. Did this man have similar connections and resources? Did he have family here? Did he miss home?

“Miss?” whispered Friedrich, uncertain. Edwina’s eyes softened. The man suddenly looked out of place in the shadows of towering bookshelves. Face haggard and eyes sunken. Had he been sleeping well? Edwina could not sleep a wink the first few weeks and would crawl into Kate’s bed at night.

Flustered by Edwina’s stare, Friedrich bashfully smoothed his hair and shirt.

“I apologise for my unseemly appearance, my lady. My travels have left me weary and I did not expect company.”

“No sir, the fault is all mine! You caught me unaware and-”

“there is nothing to apologise for.” Friedrich interjected “I should have announced myself."

“I certainty did no expect anyone from the ton to frequent the library so early, or ever really.” Edwina joked.

“That is a fair and just assessment.” Friedrich acquiesced, eyes dancing with mirth. “But I am not from here. I’m a mere boy valiantly escaping the clutches of an aggrieved aunt.”

“How so, sir?”

“Well, she is all out of sorts about tonight’s ball and my imminent introduction to a debutante. I am dreading it all, to be frank.”

“She only means well and hopes for your success in British genteel society. But she wishes for your happiness above all else.” Edwina concluded with finality.

“I shall relay your unwavering faith to her, my lady. She will be pleased to have a follower in you.”

“I am merely speaking from experience" revealed Edwina. "I was so distraught before my first ball and so was my family! Yet my sister sat me down and soothed my frazzled nerves. Her kindness knew no bounds despite everything. Because of everything.” Edwina mused, eyes faraway and sad.

“Your are a living testament of her then, I have never met a lady quite like yourself... It is decided, I will attend tonight’s festivities with a willing heart. A failed courtship will not dampen my spirits!” announced Friedrich, steering the conversation away from Edwina’s family.

“A failed courtship?!” Edwina exclaimed before slapping a hand over her mouth. How rude of her!

“Indeed, My Lady. Fortunately I was mere infatuation but her rejection weighs on me still."

Edwina wordlessly reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers, desperate to offer comfort. His tale was hauntingly familiar except she was in love. She had to leave her love at the altar. To her sister.

Composure crumbling, she choked back a sob when a thumb fluttered across her knuckles. I am here. Edwina steadied her breath and chanced a look at the stranger. They were leaning into each other and his face was so close. Azure eyes shimmering with worry and… affection?

She yanked herself back. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this encounter, sir?” she hastily stuttered.

Friedrich’s fingers flexed around thin air, mourning Edwina’s phantom touch. It had felt so right. Her touch cajoled his soul and left his senses in disarray. He yearned. Yearned to hold, touch and protect. To love.

“Sir?” a dulcet voice called.

“I-I came to find refuge. Before the ball. To escape reality. And I miss home.” spoke Fred in a stilted cadence.

“I see. Is there a particular book you’re looking for?”

“No, just… fiction will suffice.”

Edwina squashed her budding familiarity with this stranger. Love was not meant for her and he already had a lady in sight. This man was in need of friendship. He was trying to find his footing in a new country after fleeing heartbreak. Loosing sleep. Scouring the shelves at dawn for a taste of home. Edwina had judged him too hastily in fear of being hurt. She had to make amends.

“Are you familiar with the ton’s customs and moeurs, sir?” Edwina abruptly asked.

“It has been a while since my last lesson, My Lady. Why the sudden curiosity?” Friedrich asked quizzically.

“You must be nervous about tonight and being prepared always calmed with my nerves. I have a rudimentary knowledge of gentlemen’s etiquette but I can still be of assistance! I can be your dance partner? Or correct your posture? I know where the boutiques are too!” Edwina eagerly offered.

“That is very kind of you, My Lady. But I fear I do not follow.”

“There is no judgement here, sir. You must have noticed from my accent that I am a foreigner too. I know how it feels to reckon with the ton’s archaic traditions, the pressures of assimilation and the ton’s unforgiving scrutiny of foreigners. We are expected to be well-versed in everything that pertains to England to not risk social condemnation. The women more so then men. But It is primordial you make an impression at your first ball!”

“I… I see.” Friedrich’s mind was racing. She thought he was a foreigner who was about to attend his first ball! Pondering if he should correct her, Friedrich weighed his options.

He could reveal his rank, possibly humiliating the young lady. Or he could keep quiet and save her from mortification. Additionally, he enjoyed basking in her kindness and warmth. Not many were brazen enough to treat him like person. She was most likely married and he would reject his bridal prospect, never to see Edwina again. A white lie would not hurt, would it?

“I would very much appreciate your help. I am lacking in certain areas, mainly what the ton has to offer, My Lady.”

Delighted, Edwina forgot her book and she laid out a map of the ton to explain its key locations: boutiques, ballrooms, the palace etc. Friedrich was enthralled by her clear and often, humourous descriptions.

After two hours, their impromptu lesson came to a grinding halt as people started filtering into the library. Friedrich and Edwina became skittish, eager to avoid detection for different reasons.

“Sir I wish you and your aunt all the best tonight. If we cross paths, please act like we never met.”

“Why so, My Lady?”

“Associating with me could ruin your chances at happiness. It is not worth it.”

“Do you believe that?”

“It does not matter what I believe" Edwina bit back.

“From this encounter, you have done nothing to warrant that title. My opinion of you is dictated by your actions and words, not gossip. If we do have the fortune of meeting tonight, I would be honoured to dance with you, My Lady.”

Edwina was at a loss. Here was a man committing a grave social faux-pas… for her? Surely not. He was simply a man of exemplary character, nothing more.

“I would be honoured, My Lord” whispered Edwina. “And my favourite Grimm’s fairy tale is Rapunzel.”

#bridgerton #edwina sharma #prince friedrich #friedrich x edwina #mine #headcanon #text #fanfiction #SHONDA GIVE US A FREDWINA SHOW #a bit of a mishmash #HOPE YOU LIKE IT LU #friedrich's supreme clown behaviour #unknowingly sabotaging himself LOL

[my-maehem]

Ok 😅sorry . It's my fault . So rarely used word the taboo , i wrote wrongly . So , the Hogwarts Legacy now lot artists favorite now , painters/writers and i love it . Im reading a lot on AO3 and i dont understand why they why missing from every fanfiction the the "consequence of free love" . Realist , i know but would be huge turn in one story . Only Tamayula drawed Sebastian and Ominis as fathers . One guy shocked on me bec "they're minors" as he said.....yeah 😄they are who's kills , they do threesome or just traditionally (with MC) . They already wrote alrernative universes , same way they do everything...and there is the unspoken baby shield . The MC is a strong wich , only she can use anchient magic . Sebastian and Ominis too camed from strong / talented family . Their child could be more special , stronger bloodline . With the pregnancy whould came the interesting questions : Which one the father , when , how she'll hide from everyone in the 6th year, with illusion charm ? So thatswhy i asked ,why taboo the pregnancy subject for every artist if the "very detailed lovemaking" not shame ? 🥲

I never knew I couldn’t put community label on a ask… so… Warning: NSFW (talking smutty stuff)

You are perfectly fine! Thank you for more context, I think I understand your question more clearly now and oh boy— this is gonna be a long response

Now I wanna point out that I haven’t really read any actual full blown fanfics, at least ones that include underage smut as you’ve mentioned. The closet I’ve ever gotten was one shots and that’s it. I’m not a fanfic writer myself, I’ve only written some random head canons.

BUT! I have drawn somewhat naughty things, although not as smutty as what I’ve seen other artists do 👀 I do have a couple of… some… I guess you could call “teasing” artworks and I will do more but anyways that’s besides the point—

What I get from your ask is: Why don’t artists ever talk about the consequences after these smutty scenes? (Please correct me if I’m wrong)

Which is a fair question! You know if we are talking canon, this is late 1800’s we are talking about. They didn’t have a plan B or a healthy way to abort a pregnancy. But also there is the factor that there’s only a CHANCE you get pregnant. Now unless they’ve written in there fic like 6 smut scenes then yeah— it is a bit unrealistic unless the character is someone who actually can’t conceive any children (which would be so sad and angsty ngl)

Back then having intercourse before marriage was considered a sin, they believed that sex was gate kept by married people only. So… why not have one of the boys ask MC to marry her? Well you see… back then it was very common for young women and in this case girls to marry… but the man had to be 21 or older legally if they wanted to marry someone younger. So the boys can’t marry MC while they’re still in school.

Now, back to the question. Why don’t artists talk about the pregnancy? The truth is, it would probably impact the story in a negative way. Meaning that if MC has a child at 16, then she basically has a ball and chain on her ankle because she was seen as a widow (and many other words) which was seen as a HUGE red flag to others way back then. And the boys can’t do anything about her reputation… they basically just ruined it by making her pregnant before marriage.

““No sex before marriage!””

The thing is that back then it was taboo to talk about pregnancy and even sex for that matter. Specially when they’re young and not married. Those conversations were reserved for when they want to procreate.

Personally for me, I don’t think MC should be having a sex life at the age of 15 or 16. I mean don’t get me wrong, it can STILL happen, just because it wasn��t excepted back then doesn’t mean it never happened. I just don’t think teen mom really fits well with MC (or at least mine). Plus babies, although are cute, can be a huge pain in the ass while you are studying at Hogwarts while beating up poachers and killing trolls with the imperius curse

Now I do over analyze things you can thank my AP teach in hs for that. And this is only an opinion with a hint of research I did. You do not have to agree with me. As an artist I’m not ready to make that kind of content and this is just my way of thinking. I don’t speak for other artists, so if you want to write underage smut, and even a teen mom MC you do you! Don’t let my words dictate what’s right or wrong because in reality of it all, there is no right or wrong.

There can be other factors like:

Artists not feeling comfortable writing about pregnancy

Just wanting to write smut because they can

There might be hidden context that the artist is keeping secret until the right moment

They are literally writing in a AU where pregnancy can be avoided (modern AU for example)

We are talking about an AU where there are witches and wizards, there could easily be something that could prevent a pregnancy if you just make a HC

But I think it just all comes down to artists comfort level. I mean I’m comfortable with adults having kids because it makes sense… but at 15??? Unless they were married which is was very common for young females in the Victorian era, I don’t think MC having a child while still in school would be realistic in that time period. Honestly women going to school is unrealistic too but this is a different AU… things aren’t going to be realistic.

Just some random research I did because I love analyzing things: (this is based off of England)

A woman can get married at a very young age… BUT— the man has to be 21 or older if he wants to marry someone under the age of 21. Because in England of 1823, it was legal for a man and women to marry at the age of 21. Although it seems after 23 men could easily marry a female from 12 and up without parents consent (I know, sickening)

In the Victorian era, although it was common to see young women with older men, the average age a women would have a child is around the age 21-23

Females who got pregnant in their teens were actually punished for their “sins” and were actually forced to put their child up for adoption in some cases

It wasn’t common for people to have premarital sex until 1920

#I really hope this makes sense #I wrote most of this at 2am so my thoughts were a bit all over the place #I will probably edit this as time continues because opinions change… but also I’m not 100% sure if my research is accurate #hogwarts legacy #hphl #hphl mc #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian x mc #ominis x mc #sebastian x mc x ominis #I can tag this right? #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts fanfiction #asks #personal

[swaps55]

18!

Send me a #1-101, and I will either tell you what fic the corresponding Spotify Wrapped song inspired, or write a ficlet that is inspired by the song.

Boy did you ask the right one.

#18 is a cover of Ho Hey, by BURNS. It's a really beautiful, wistful cover, and the person it makes me think of is actually Muriel Aslany.

I have a very specific arc in mind for her that will go all the way through the end of the reaper war, which is when this little ficlet takes place. This contains rather significant spoilers for Opus, but given how much road there is to travel between now and then, to hell with it. For context, the only time Aslany sees Sam between their parting on the 'Yang and the end of the war is on Horizon. It does not go well.

~

So show me family All the blood that I will bleed I don't know where I belong I don't know where I went wrong

The sun is out when they arrive, waning in the late afternoon, giving hints of gold to the new green sprouting on the trees. It's a much different look than in the winter, when those endless fields of trees were nothing but dead sticks covered in ashy snow, and Aslany had to focus all her attention on whether or not the tracks belonged to wildlife or reaper shock troops.

She never wanted to see this godforsaken place again.

Pendergrass bounds out of the skycar when it comes to a stop on the gravel drive near the steps of the front porch, as oblivious to the hell they went through here together as she is about just about anything. Aslany’s betting it’ll get to her some other way some other time; Pendergrass is oil to water – able to repel anything you throw at her until the water finds a seam and tries to drown her.   

But it’s all right. Aslany will be there when it happens to keep her afloat.

Some people will just be in your life forever, Lora Alenko had told her during the worst of it, on one of those miserable days they'd spent in the barn all huddled together for warmth without a fire. She’d nodded towards Pendergrass when she’d said it.

Lot of things are supposed to last forever but don’t. Wasn’t long before Mrs. Alenko had learned that, too.

But, as Aslany catches sight of the figure seated on the porch swing waiting for them, she can't help but hope maybe there’s some truth to it.

She gets out of the skycar slowly, eyes on her feet as she pulls her bag out and shrugs it over her shoulder. Pendergrass’ voice floats back over the breeze, talking a mile a minute. Alenko chuckles, and it’s a laugh Aslany hasn’t heard since the ‘Yang. Her chest tightens, fingers clenching around the strap of the shoulder bag.

She can’t do this.

She’s not like Alenko, who had the chance to bury the hatchet sticking out of his back after Horizon, or Pendergrass, who never cut anyone in the first place.

But she trudges toward her squad anyway, because while she may not have always been a good soldier, she’s never shirked her duty.

The conversation dies when she comes to a halt near the bottom of the steps. Pendergrass and Alenko both turn their heads to look at her, but she isn’t paying attention to them. She’s watching the figure on the porch swing.

He doesn’t look good.

Too thin through his cheekbones, and he sits like he doesn’t have the energy to do it without help. A thin spider web of scarring runs across one cheek, like someone smashed a pane of glass. At the sight of Aslany he sits a little straighter, but it takes effort.

She braces herself for that rail gun stare he wears for everyone but the ones he calls family. It would hurt less to take a bullet.

But there’s no rail gun. There’s just…Shepard. Gazing at her like he’s not daring to hope, because hope is for fools and he’s tired of being one.

The knot in her chest gets tight enough it forces a sound out of her.

Next thing she knows, her bag is in the dirt and she’s running up the stairs. To hell with what is or isn’t supposed to last forever. Shepard never played by the rules anyway.

Aslany flings her arms around Shepard’s neck. He traps her to his chest and holds her tight, eyes closed, exhaling like something just broke inside him.

“You came for us,” she mumbles without lifting her head.

He hugs her tighter. “I made a promise.”

#swaps replies #onionjuggler #my fic #'shoot it again sam' shepard #muriel aslany #i have a metric fuckton of feelings about this moment #the first and only time aslany ever hugs anyone

[pinknightsinmymind]

【 pride, love, and joy : chapter three 】

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summary: A solution must be made after Mr. Gojo calls off his engagement with [Y/N], and it seems the only plausible one is a fake engagement with Mr. Nanami.

author's note: for context's sake i'd like to make it clear that the reader is 20! also i really hope you enjoy this chapter! it makes me so happy to see you guys loving the previous two!

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This had been what she wanted, right? So why did it feel like everything was crashing down on her?

“This is outrageous!” Mr. [L/N] shouted. “I cannot believe you would let your son run out of an engagement like this! We had an agreement!”

“I am aware, but I never in a million years thought he’d do something like this.”

“We already sent out for the engagement to be posted in the banns! Do you know how bad this will look for my daughter? That her engagement got called off and the man ran away? No man will want her now! Her reputation is ruined!”

That is why her body shook. If Mr. Gojo, one of the richest men in the country, didn’t want to marry her, who would? They would think something was wrong with her, that she was impure, un-ladylike, that she had a horrid personality. All the blame would be shifted to her rather than Mr. Gojo for running off like this. Unless… She couldn’t let him ruin her life for her like this.

“You said he was running off to Scotland, correct?” [Y/N] asked.

“Yes,” Mr. Gojo answered.

“That means whoever he’s run off to marry is under twenty-one. Mr. Gojo doesn’t need parental consent, but she does,” [Y/N] reasoned. That was the only reason starcrossed couples ran off to Scotland—so they could get around Hardwicke’s Marriage Act. Whoever this girl was, she was ruining her reputation before her eyes. No one would fault Mr. Gojo for this elopement, but that poor girl would receive the brunt of it. [Y/N] pitied her, in a way, but not Mr. Gojo. He made her look like a fool and damaged her pride. Did she want to marry him? No, but she would have gone through with it like the responsible lady she was raised to be. Could he not bear to do that himself? Was he that selfish? But when [Y/N] thought about it, men were afforded the right to be selfish in ways she was not, so, yes, he was that selfish.

“What am I to do with this boy?” Mr. Gojo muttered under his breath. He may have been such a strong and commanding man, but in his desk he looked utterly defeated and small.

“What are you to do? What about our daughter? What will she do?” Mrs. [L/N] asked.

“Whenever my son returns he will be punished,” Mr. Gojo settled to say, “and as for the banns I can stop the publishing and say there has been a mistake. Someone reported the wrong information, we can say. I will find my son and the girl he’s eloped with and do my best to cover up the scandal.”

“And our daughter? What will she do after she’s been humiliated like this?” Mrs. [L/N] asked.

“I can possibly offer you an engagement to another respectable man if you’d be open to him taking your hand.” Mr. Gojo talked slowly, almost as if the shock of what Mr. Gojo had done had knocked the air out of him.

“Who?” [Y/N] asked.

“Mr. Kento Nanami.”

“Absolutely not,” [Y/N] said suddenly. “I cannot be married to that man. He is arrogant and self-centered. He doesn’t even believe in God.” Faith wasn’t even all that important to her, but she was grasping for any reason she could use to avoid another dreaded engagement.

“[Y/N], dear, this may be your only hope. We need to cover up this scandal entirely,” her mother reasoned.

“If you become engaged to Mr. Nanami we can say there were two engagements this weekend which caused a mix-up in the files. It’ll be like it never happened. Mr. Nanami is a cousin to the family, and he himself is very rich. It would not be a terrible match on your behalf.” Mr. Gojo’s reasoning was solid, but could she afford to agree to such a thing after how her engagement to Mr. Gojo ended like this? When it had caused her so much despair?

“I cannot guarantee that, sir,” she said solemnly.

“I will make you a deal, my daughter,” Mr. [L/N] said. “I know Mr. Gojo and I arranged this engagement ourselves and didn’t give you a choice, but this time we will. Most girls are courted by their suitor before they are formally engaged. Although we will tell everyone you are engaged, you can be courted by Mr. Nanami in secret. Is this something you could agree to?”

“That’s a splendid idea. The span of a month gives us time to track down Satoru and his bride and will allow us to properly cover this up. Please, Miss [L/N], I have no right to ask you of anything, but this truly is for the best,” Mr. Gojo pleaded.

If she were to agree, she needed to be sure of one thing. “Am I allowed to say no? And can we say that the engagement with Mr. Nanami fell through after the month is over?”

“Yes,” Mr. Gojo answered. “Having an engagement you called off wouldn’t prevent you from finding other suitors later if you don’t find Mr. Nanami to your liking. How does that sound?”

“I agree to the terms then. Just so you know, I have no intention of remaining engaged to Mr. Nanami, but I will do this for Mr. Gojo’s sake because he’s an old friend.” An old friend that had stabbed her in the back. She could bear Mr. Gojo not loving her, she could bear him not wanting to marry her, she could bear him being unable to love her, but she could not bear being made into a fool. She wished he would’ve been honest with her rather than running off, but she couldn’t help but feel that was hypocritical. She hadn’t said anything to him, so why should he? On the other hand, she wasn’t the one who ran off with a secret lover.

“Thank you,” Mr. Gojo said. He called a servant from outside the room who hurried in as soon as his name was called. “Please find Mr. Nanami and tell him his presence here is requested.” The servant nodded before quickly exiting the room. At least five agonizing minutes passed as they waited for Mr. Nanami to show up, and once he did it was like a bubbling tension bursted.

“Hello, sir, what may I help you with?” Mr. Nanami asked. Mr. Gojo smiled at him.

“What I’m about to ask you is more than I should ask you for, but Satoru needs help, and I know you are his closest friend. Satoru has called off the engagement and has fled to Scotland to marry someone else. We don’t know who, so we will need to investigate, but in the meantime we need to cover this up.”

“What do you need me to do?” Mr. Nanami asked. The look in his eyes was so intense, and his whole body stiffened. She had never seen him express such emotion beyond annoyance or tolerance for those around him.

“I reported the engagement yesterday, but I cannot have them published in the banns and dishonor Miss [L/N]. What I’m asking is that you pretend to be engaged to Miss [L/N] for a month so we can claim a misprint in record and say two engagements happened in one weekend. If you’d like, you two can remain engaged after the month is over.”

“That shouldn’t be necessary,” Mr. Nanami said, “but I will agree to it to help Satoru.”

“Thank you,” Mr. Gojo said out of breath. If you looked close into his eyes, it was almost like you could see the relief wash over him like a wave.

“Now that this manner is settled, I think we should all retreat to our chambers. This day has been… exhausting,” Mr. Gojo murmured.

“Of course,” Mr. [L/N] said. “I’m sorry things turned out this way.”

“So am I,” Mr. Gojo said. [Y/N] almost didn’t want her and her family to leave the poor man alone. She could only imagine how heavy the uncertainty and guilt on his shoulders were.

+ + +

The following morning was quiet and still. A sort of dark cloud seemed to fall over the manor in a way [Y/N] could’ve never anticipated. She heard from her father that morning that Mr. Gojo had sent his men to Gretna Green, Scotland, where they would most likely be. However, a whole day had almost passed, and Mr. Gojo and his lover could possibly be far from Gretna Green by now. Regardless, Mr. Gojo was doing all he could to find his son.

For what felt like the hundredth time that week [Y/N] decided to visit the library again. When she arrived she found Mr. Nanami there already. She let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t particularly feel like gracing his presence today, but she was already here.

“Hello, Mr. Nanami,” she said. He didn’t look up from his work that he was currently writing so adamantly for.

“Hello.” He continued writing, the sound of his quill scratching the paper continuing to fill the room.

“May I ask what you’re working on?” For the next month [Y/N] was stuck in a bargain with this man, so she may as well make polite conversation.

“No, you may not.”

“You are insufferable,” she huffed as she looked through the countless books housed in their shelves.

“And so are you.” The scratching of his quill continued. Mr. Nanami was lucky that he had a handsome face. It made up for his horrible personality. Finally she found a book and sat at the desk to Mr. Nanami’s right. She could be civil with him, but she still would not sit at another table so closely to him.

“About this situation,” [Y/N] said while opening up her book, “I have no intention of keeping this engagement with you once the month is over.”

“Neither do I.”

“Good,” she said. She skimmed through the page, but the noise of his writing was starting to grate her ears. She tried to block it out, to pretend he wasn’t there, but she could barely manage to read two pages. “You write loudly.”

“I have a lot to say.”

“I’m sure.” She thumbed through the pages of her book. The more she read the more she zoned out and thought about Mr. Gojo—who she could no longer call Satoru now that he called off the engagement—and what he was up to now. Who was this other girl he ran off with, and why? If he truly loved her that much, then [Y/N] felt she couldn’t hate him for what he’d done. Maybe he actually found a love to fight for, the kind of love she knew she would never have for him. It made her almost glad for him that he escaped the fate of a loveless marriage, but he was only able to do so through the carelessness afforded to men. He discarded her feelings and the reality she faced as a woman to achieve his marriage. He may have dodged that cold fate, but that wasn’t something she could do so easily. She would always be an eligible daughter before she was a person with her own desires. Yet, Mr. Gojo who had lived life according to his every whim, how could he understand that? What made him simple was that he enjoyed living life for his desires, and [Y/N] had known him for years. He was still her closest friend despite it all. Sure, she was angry and hurt that Mr. Gojo called off the engagement like he did, but she could never hate him. She could, however, yell at him whenever she saw him again like she planned to.

“Are you thinking about him?” Mr. Nanami asked.

“I am, but not in the way you imagine.”

“In what way, then?” The scratching stopped.

“I’m somewhat hurt and angry by what he did. I’ve always considered Mr. Gojo to be one of my closest friends. I wish he would’ve maybe talked to me about his feelings rather than run away. I’m angry that he didn’t consider me a close enough friend to talk to about his true feelings. Yet, despite it all, I don’t hate him. I don’t think I ever could.”

“I see.” The scratching continued.

“Do you know anything? About who this girl might be or why he did this?”

“For once, I know nothing.”

“For once? You give yourself too much credit.”

“You have quite the sense of humor, Miss,” he said sarcastically. “What I mean is he didn’t speak to me about the engagement or his feelings about it at all. I asked him if he looked forward to it, and he said he did, but that was all.”

[Y/N] watched as the man adjusted his glasses and ran his hands through his blonde hair. He seemed concentrated on his work despite his conversation with her, which was a skill to be admired. [Y/N] could hardly focus on more than one thing at a time.

“So we’re both in the dark.” She looked down at the book in her hands, at the dark and worn binding. “Maybe Mr. Suguru knows something.”

“I don’t trust a word that comes out of that man’s mouth.”

“Really? But he’s so kind.”

“There’s something off about him.” He dipped his quill in more ink.

“Do you consider yourself a good judge of character?” she asked.

“I do.”

“Well, answer me this: why wouldn’t Mr. Gojo want to marry me? Aren’t I one of the kindest, most intelligent ladies in the land?”

He stopped moving his quill in its tracks. “Maybe it’s your horrid personality,” he said, and continued to write.

“You’re rather rude, Mr. Nanami, it was just a jest.”

“At this moment you remind me of Mr. Gojo, and it makes me glad your engagement was called off. I couldn’t bear being related and having to entertain children as rowdy as the two of you whenever I visit. It would make me age more quickly than I already am.”

“How old are you, sir?”

“I’m twenty-four, only a year older than Mr. Gojo.”

“Twenty-four?” she said too loudly. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand. She thought he was at least thirty. He just looked her in the eyes and said nothing. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s what everyone says.”

“It’s not that you look old, you just carry yourself that way. If that helps.”

“I’ve heard it all, Miss [L/N]. Nothing phases me anymore.”

“Of course.”

“Are you attending the ball next week?”

“What ball?” she asked, her attention piqued.

“Did you think Mr. Itadori would have a dinner party and nothing more for his birthday? The child is lively and extravagant.”

“Oh, it’s for Mr. Itadori? Then I will be sure to attend! My sister Nobara will attend as well! She and Mr. Itadori are the same age, after all.”

“Splendid. The ball will be held at my manor, so remember that.”

“I will.” [Y/N] thought about what kind of gown she should wear. Green? Blue? Cream? Gold? It had been a while since she last attended a ball.

“Mr. Nanami!” Mr. Itadori barged into the study, his heavy footsteps hitting the floors roughly. [Y/N] rose from her seat to curtsy, but Mr. Itadori put his hand up. “That’s not necessary. We’re friends, Miss [L/N].”

“Oh, of course,” she said shyly and sat down.

“What brings you in here?” Mr. Nanami asked.

“I was going to ask you to lunch, but it seems Miss [L/N] is here as well. She can join us. Would you like to, Miss?” he asked. She nodded her head.

“I’m somewhat hungry,” she answered.

“Great! Let’s all go together.”

+ + +

Mr. Itadori possessed a kind of vitality you could only wish for. Every movement of his contained such energy it was hard to envision exactly how he had so much. He may have been loud, but he was only showing his appreciation or excitement for the things before him. [Y/N] could appreciate traits like that in people. Mr. Nanami was surprisingly civil in the presence of Mr. Itadori. He was quiet and thoughtful like always, but he didn’t chastise Mr. Itadori’s loudness. He simply embraced it and encouraged him. It was a different side of him, a nurturing and caring one, that he used in Mr. Itadori’s presence. It was unlike the cold exterior and sarcastic nature [Y/N] was used to, and she couldn’t help but wonder what other sides of him existed behind those brown eyes of his. Lunch was nothing too extravagant, just pieces of bread and butter along with pieces of meat and potatoes. It would be filling until dinner time later.

“Miss [L/N], when will you be leaving the manor?” Mr. Itadori asked.

“Tomorrow morning, but I will be attending your birthday ball next week!”

“Yes!” he cheered. “Did Mr. Nanami invite you?”

“He did.”

Mr. Itadori gasped. “My brother is not the social kind at all! I’m very surprised. Proud of him, almost.”

“He is quite… hard to get along with,” she joked. She didn’t dare look up to see the displeased expression on Mr. Nanami’s face.

“But aren’t you two engaged now?” Mr. Itadori asked.

“I told him about the situation,” Mr. Nanami explained.

“I am, and it is now my burden to carry,” she said sarcastically. Mr. Itadori looked at her expectedly, and it put her on edge. She knew he meant no harm, but she knew how he must feel now that she was engaged to his brother. “My mother and father are probably wondering where I am. I should get going.” [Y/N] rose from the table and said her goodbyes to the two men who returned them. She roamed the halls quietly and thoughtfully back to her room. Unsure of what to do with herself she spent the rest of the night reading and packing to return to her manor tomorrow.

All she could think about was how everyone would soon think she and Mr. Nanami were engaged.

+ + +

That morning Mr. Itadori wished her off as she prepared to leave with her parents. She thanked him, but his last words to her left her surprised.

“My brother told me to wish you a safe trip.”

She mustered a small “thank you,” but the thought of the seemingly cold and unfeeling Mr. Nanami wishing her a safe trip wouldn’t leave her head the rest of the ride. Mr. Nanami was not only able to get under her skin, but now he was able to burrow himself into her thoughts.

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[star-going-supernova]

I don’t know if it’s appropriate for me to ask this, but I would like to see what happened to the Vanny suit after “I had strings”. I imagine destroying it would be next on Vanessa’s list after the wires, not to mention the cathartic release everyone would feel.

I certainly don’t see anything wrong with asking that! Since I’m an impatient “need to share writing NOW” kind of author, I’m doing this as a lil medium-sized ficlet instead of a big ao3 story, since this comes way after the current plot/timeline. It might eventually make its way over there, too, but for now… tumblr exclusive, lol!

Y’all might notice the tone/voice in this little ficlet is pretty different from everything else that exists so far in the strings ’verse! It’s ’cause this bad boy takes place a year after the implant was removed, so Vanessa’s in a way better headspace, and she and Gregory have settled into a familial relationship somewhere between parent-child and siblings. 

Milestone

Vanessa stared at the calendar on her phone, seated at her kitchen table. She scrolled back a bit and counted for the third time. She got the same number as the past attempts. Shocked, she leaned back in her chair and gazed unseeingly at the far wall. 

She hadn’t moved by the time Gregory’s footsteps approached from the hall, stopping where the carpet became tile. “Uh. Are you okay?” He tread closer like he was approaching a bomb, and Vanessa knew him well enough by then to know his hesitance wasn’t from fear that she’d regressed. 

It was probably more because the last time she’d ended up staring at a wall, he’d wandered in just as she muttered, “Did I have sex?” 

(“Context!” she’d shrieked after him when he went speeding away far faster than he had ever run from Vanny. Cheeks burning, she had run after him, waving the questionnaire she’d been given to fill out for her first appointment with a new doctor.

With the question of where the implant came from still up in the air, Vanessa hadn’t been willing to risk herself on the off chance her previous doctor had something to do with it. And even if he was innocent, the fact he’d somehow missed both the implant and the mind control really didn’t inspire confidence in his abilities. 

Regardless, the form had asked if she was sexually active. The mind control aspect of her last two years made that an extremely uncomfortable question. She was pretty sure the answer was no, though. 

If Gregory’s loud “Nah, nah, nah, I can’t hear you!” was an indication, her attempts at explaining all that were… unappreciated.)

Instead of saying something that would mentally scar him, Vanessa merely pushed her phone in his direction. 

Gregory did little more than glance at it before casually saying, “Oh, hey. It’ll be a year since we met soon.” 

He didn’t sound surprised, the little turd. Whereas she was. Holy hell was Vanessa surprised that she’d made it—survived—a whole year of Trauma City. With how never-ending it had felt in the beginning, it was a shock she even passed six months. 

Once in the privacy of her room, she’d probably break down about it. Have a nice cry, contemplate what her life would be like if Gregory hadn’t pulled back the curtain surrounding her mind, probably abandon the privacy to go blubber all over him in thanks for refusing to let her curl up and die in a hole. He’d take it like a champ, and then he would have a turn at getting all sniffly about never having thought he’d find such a wonderful family after the death of his parents. 

Communication was vital, and they were masters at it. Look at how healthy her silly little brain was now.

Gregory took a deep breath, drawing Vanessa out of her self-congratulatory thoughts about not being a zombie anymore. “I kind of have something planned,” he said. “I thought about doing this at the six-month mark, but… I don’t think you were ready, then.” 

Vanessa turned to face him, offering him her full attention. “Even though I don’t know what you’re talking about, you were probably right.” 

He snorted. “Okay, so. Basically, did you know the pizzaplex has an incinerator?” 

“I did not,” she said evenly. “Why the hell do you?” 

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to. Follow-up question.” He hesitated a moment, which gave Vanessa enough warning for her to brace herself. “Did you ever wonder what happened to the Vanny bunny costume?” 

She made the logical leap. “You incinerated it?” 

“Not yet,” Gregory cheerfully corrected her. “I figured you’d want to do that. I asked Freddy to hide it until you were ready.” 

Ready, in this case, meaning “until you could stand to look at the suit without having a complete mental breakdown.” And, whaddya know, Vanessa found herself agreeing. She was ready. 

• • •

The whole gang—minus the pets, because, wow, that was a game no one wanted to play—gathered around the incinerator door exactly one year after Gregory ripped a wad of wires out from Vanessa’s neck. 

Gregory stood on one side of her, Roxy on the other, and the rest gathered around in a circle with her at the head. Vanessa stared down at the suit in her hands. The fabric was pretty nasty after a year of being tucked in some dusty storage room where she was practically guaranteed to never wander across it. 

It was exactly as she remembered it. Exactly as it was in her nightmares. 

She hadn’t been wearing it during their final confrontation at the end of that night, so long ago. She’d changed in and out of it during the chase, as if Gregory wouldn’t connect the dots between Vanny and Vanessa. For that reason, of all the victims who faced her, Gregory was the only one whose blood would never stain the suit. 

He survived it; now, he’d outlive it. She could think of no better middle finger to the purpose of this costume.

Vanessa considered making a speech or something, but she didn’t want this to be a funeral. This was more like… a public execution. 

“Good riddance,” she decided on, stepping forward to the incinerator. 

Freddy obligingly opened the door for her, the heat making the air waver. Even in standby, it was unpleasant. 

Roxy flipped the suit off, teeth bared, as Vanessa wadded it up and tossed it inside. 

“It won’t be missed,” Chica said. She was holding a cake topped with a bubbly candle shaped like the number one. 

Monty didn’t offer it even a speck of his attention, and based on the rips in the fabric, Freddy had already said his piece. 

The incinerator hummed as the flames kicked in, ready to consume the last remnant of Vanny. 

Though, that did remind her of something. Turning around, Vanessa asked Gregory, “What about the head?” 

“Oh, I took a sledgehammer to that ages ago.” 

“I supervised,” Freddy added, which wasn’t the reassurance he possibly thought it was. 

Roxy snorted and threw her arms over Monty and Chica’s shoulders. “Now that the trash has been taken out, the DJ’s waiting for us.” 

“Dibs on the first song!” Monty hollered, leading the charge down the hallway to the elevator. 

“No!” Chica cried, carefully passing the cake to Vanessa before running after him. “You’re just going to ask him to play that stupid meme song again!” 

Monty cackled. 

“Monty!” 

Roxy pulled ahead, flashing Vanessa an attempt at an apologetic look. “You guys cool catching up? You know I can’t miss an opportunity to watch Chica throw down with Monty over something.” 

Freddy sighed long-sufferingly, and Gregory snickered. 

“Go,” Vanessa said, rolling her eyes. “We’ll be right behind you.” 

“So,” Gregory said, once it was down to just the three of them walking down the hall. He eyed the candle’s flickering flame. “Do you still get to make a wish?” 

“I’ll defer to the expert on that one.” She peeked up at Freddy, beseeching. “Does this count for a ‘make a wish and blow out the candle’ situation, or is that strictly for birthdays?” 

“I think you are very deserving of making a wish, birthday or not,” Freddy replied as they all paused so she could blow it out.

Vanessa thought for a moment, the background hum of the incinerator not quite able to cover up the shrieking coming from the floor above them. 

Once upon a time, she would have wished for something big. Something abstract. For happiness, or to have a good year, or to continue to recover. But even though those things didn’t feel unattainable like they would have a few months ago, she didn’t. Some of the most important lessons she’d learned in the past year, both from Gregory and others, were that baby steps were necessary, setting small goals kept her from feeling defeated, and wishes were meaningless if she couldn’t fulfill them herself. 

There was no magic spell or fairy godmother or shooting star that would solve her problems. Every step she’d taken from the starting line had been under her own power. With a hell of a lot of help, sure, but still. 

She wouldn’t waste this on something that would require a genie. Not when she could grant her own wishes.

“I wish,” she said, ignoring Gregory’s protests about not saying it out loud, “that we’ll get another pet. Maybe a dog. Or a cat. Or a ferret. Not a raccoon, though.” And with that, she blew the candle out. 

Gregory sighed exasperatedly. “Adults are so weird,” he muttered to Freddy. 

“What would you have wished for, superstar?” 

“Another reason to use the incinerator.” He grinned when both Vanessa and Freddy made disapproving noises. “All right, all right, I won’t turn to a life of arson.” Then, to Vanessa, “I take it we’re going to the shelter this afternoon?” 

Vanessa laughed. “Would you look at that, my wish is already starting to come true!” 

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[lostaurorax]

from three to five?

pairing | stucky x pregnant!reader

summary | reader finds out she’s pregnant and tells the boys but they all get suprised in the end

warnings | pregnancy and indication of smut

a/n | hi my darlings!!!!! i love stucky with all my heart and wrote this bc i thought it would be super cute! i apologize if their are any mistakes about the pregnancy thing and the ultrasound stuff because quite frankly i know absolutely NOTHING about pregnancy except the basic stuff that everyone knows. anyway i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it!! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3 feel free to send in requests!!

the minute you found out you were pregnant you couldn’t wait to tell your husbands knowing how happy they would be from countless amounts of times they told you they had wanted to have kids especially with you.

after a romantic dinner that wanda and nat had  thoroughly helped you plan you had come back home to the compound eager for your boys to find out the surprise.

as you walked into the living room wanda and nat were sitting their talking

“ah your back! so how was the date!” wanda said when she noticed your presence

“it was great! we’re gonna call it a night. we’ll see you ladies in the morning.” steve said as he grabbed three water bottles from the fridge and waved to the girls

“good to hear! good night..” nat said winking at you when the boys had turned their backs to them confirming it was all set

“god my feet are killing me!” you said as you took your shoes off and continued walking down the hall to your bedroom

“yeah? change out of that dress and me and stevie will run you a bath alright doll?” bucky said placing his hand on your back as steve was twisting the handle on the door

“okay buck” you said smiling knowing that probably wasn’t going to happen

as steve flicked the light switch on his foot steps came to a halt causing bucky to bump into him

“hey wh-” bucky said before realizing why steve had stopped

their was a bunch of blue and pink balloons scattered around the room, two pregnancies tests lying on the bed with a poster board that said ‘barnes-rogers baby coming soon…’ on it

as the boys turned back to look at you to confirm if what they were seeing was a dream or not it was immediately confirmed when they saw the wide smile on your face

“suprise!!”

after neither of them said anything for a minute or two you turned to walk in front of them

“hey is something wrong?” you said as your mind was racing with scenarios in which they weren’t happy that you were pregnant

as you were about to say something else both boys wrapped their arms around you and you swore you’d never felt more safe

“nothings wrong sweetheart nothing at all. it’s just we’ve dreamed of this day for so long and we can’t believe it’s actually happening.” bucky said as you felt a warm tear hit your face from his

“we love you doll so so much, and we can’t wait to raise a baby with you.”

“yeah?” you said pulling away from the hug to look at them with red noses and tear stained eyes

“yeah” they said in sync just admiring you

it didn’t last long until you were all attacking eachother like hungry animals

the next morning you woke up with two super soldiers on top of you one with his hand on your stomach and one with his hand on your boob

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight

as you tried slipping from beneath them to start to get ready you were stopped when weight was pressed on too you and multiple pleas were heard

“doll where are you going? it’s too early stay in bed” steve said as he nuzzled his head into your neck

“stevie we have to get ready.” you said stroking his hair through your fingers still a knotted mess from last night

“ready for what?”he said as you felt his eyebrows knit against your neck

“i have a ultrasound appointment scheduled for today.” you said knowing that would wake the both of them up

and it did like two children on christmas morning

“i’ve got breakfast!” bucky said as he kissed you on the cheek and slipped on some joggers to exit the room

“i’ll start getting ready.” steve said as he ran to the bathroom leaving you their giddy at the idea of your boys being this excited for your tiny human that wasn’t even born yet. imagining what they’d be like when it was born.

it took about two hours for you all to be ready and out of the house with a few arguments on why you shouldn’t drive and they should you ended up winning because they had no idea where the doctors office you went to was.

after about a 20 minute drive you had arrived at the doctors office checking in you all sat in the waiting room until your name was called. as you watched bucky and steve’s face all you could see was nervousness in their eyes as they looked around at all the pregnant moms and how different they all looked. some were earlier on in their trimester some were at the very end.

“you okay?” you asked them placing a hand on each of their knees

“hm yeah yeah we’re good! doing fine doll.” bucky said steve nodding in agreement

“alright we’ll their about to call my name so i wanna make sure your alright to head in their…” you said with a grin on your face

“we’re fine just a little nervous!”steve said kissing your cheek

after 5 minutes had past of you and the boys talking about baby names and you repeatedly telling them the baby would not be named ‘buckeve’ which was a name they had made up between a combination of their names your name had finally been called

“y/n?”

in usion your heads all turned to the voice and stood up

“it’s nice to see you all! please follow me!” the nurse said

you followed her to the room and listens to the instructions she gave you

“okay so your doctor is with any other patient right now but he should be too much longer so what i’m gonna have you do is sit tight for a few minutes and he’ll come in and set you up okay?”

with a nod of your head and a smile the nurse left telling all you have to enjoy the rest of your day and that she hopes everything goes well.

a knock on the door had halted your conversation with the boys

“come in!” you said

“we’ll hello y/n! how are you doing?” the doctor with the gray hair and winkled face said as he smiled at you

“hi! i’m doing well thank you! these are my husbands james and steve!” you said motioning to the men on the right of you as they waved

“ah well it’s nice to meet you! are you excited to see your baby for the first time?” he said as he started setting up his equipment

“yes very excited! a little nervous though.” steve said placing his hand on the back of your beck a gesture he would do that made you feel protected

“oh well i promise there’s nothing to be nervous about! everything will be just fine. now y/n can you pull your shirt up so i can place this cream on your stomach?” he said

“yeah of course!” you said lifting your shirt

“alright this is gonna be a litte cold just wanna warn you!” he said as he went to place the cream on your stomach

“oh yeah that’s cold!” you said as he placed the cream all over your stomach

“sorry about that! alright let me get this all set up so we can see your baby!” he said grabbing the wand part of the ultrasound machine

as the doctor got the machine working he explained to you what he was gonna be doing so you could somewhat understand what was going on.

“alright let’s see here! welp that’s your baby their on the screen! your very early on so it’s only the size of maybe a pea now but it’ll definitely grow quickly!” he said as tears filled your eyes and the boys both stared at the screen in awe

“hang on a minute..” the doctor said immediately wiping the look of joy on your face and replacing it with worry

“is something wrong sir?” bucky asked concerned

“no no nothings wrong! i just think i might’ve made a miscalculation that’s all.” he said giving any context

“and that miscalculation would be….” you said impatient

“looks like your having twins! congrats!!” he said with a massive smile on his face showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth

“twins??” bucky said in disbelief while you still couldn’t speak in utter shock and feeling like the happiest woman in the world

“oh my god…we’re gonna have twins!!” you said looking back at bucky and steve as the realization hit you.

“i’ll get these printed out and give you guys a bit of privacy. congratulations you three! these kids are so lucky to have you all.” he said as he walked out

you all sat their in shock and pure joy for what seemed to be forever before a noise was finally heard

you turned back to see bucky trying to wipe the tears falling from his eyes

“oh buck c’mere!” you said with open arms

“i’m sorry doll i’m just so happy. i never in my life would’ve thought anything like this would happen to me. this is the happiest day of my life! you both make me so happy! i just love you so much doll so so much.” he said sobbing into your neck

“i love you more bucky. i’m so proud of you.” you said rubbing his back as you mouthed ‘i’m proud of you too stevie’ to steve and he smiled knowing without you even having to tell him

as the day went on all the boys could talk about was your babies. what their names would be,their genders,how you would dress them,what their nursery would look like, just basically anything and everything.

you just admired the pure admiration on the boys faces as they talked about your children and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

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[bluebellhairpin]

In the Life of

Batfam X Batmom!Reader

A/N: Behold, my latest Batmom braindump. - Nemo

Summary: A collection of goings-on’s of Wayne Manor, some dating back to... a while ago. 

Warnings: Kidnappings. Jason’s death mentioned. It’s mostly a crack fic though ngl there. 

Listening to: ‘You Might Think’ by The Cars - ‘You might think I'm delirious, the way I run you down. But somewhere sometimes, when you're curious, I'll be back around.’

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Masterlist  

Damian only calls Batmom ‘Mother’ when something is wrong, otherwise it’s Ummi and Ummi only. 

Mind you, ‘something wrong’ can range from ‘this gala is boring, Jason’s getting on my nerves, and I seek your comfort until we go home’ or ‘I’m on a livestream ‘cause I got kidnapped and I’m worried about my wellbeing and the wellbeing of the other with me’. 

Reading the context is often rather useful. 

- 

Dick has a cereal box collection hidden in his wardrobe. He likes trying new brands and flavors, but only his favorites get saved into his stash so he remembers that he thought they were ‘exceptional grains’. 

Only Alfred and Batmom know about it. 

- 

One of Jason’s favorite games to play when he visits is seeing how long it takes Tim to realize he isn’t re-topping his coffee mug himself and that it’s actually Jason. 

The record was gained with the help of Damian (duelly noted in the whole household as the longest one time they got along), and it took him almost twelve days to realize. 

Bruce was happy Jason stayed for so long at once. 

Batmom wasn’t happy at how much coffee Tim drank. 

Tim doesn’t actually like coffee. 

-

Batmom gives Alfred nights off cooking. She cooks dinner and Alfred doesn’t know what to do with himself for a few hours ‘cause she banned him from stepping or loitering near the kitchen. 

Jason often helps. It’s prime mother/son bonding time and Jason is very pleased that Damian hasn’t figured that out yet. 

Tim often sits near the door on guard duty on these nights just to make sure. Alfred is one sneaky butler.

-

Most family members have rather normal names for each other in their phone contacts. Not Jason. Jason is different. Here’s some of them;

Trust Fund Middle-Aged Man - Bruce

The Exorcist - Dick (’cause of a unmentionable reenactment the spider walk scene)

Megamind Kinnie - Tim

Demon Spawn - Damian (duh)

Angel on Earth - Cass

Ma (with five heart emojis on either side) - Batmom

My Dream Father - Alfred

-

When Cass joined the household, everyone took it differently. Like there were thoughts about how things changed, and then how they actually were. 

Dick thought he’d get someone to gossip with. He did not. 

Jason and Cass made a book club. It mostly consists of Jason babbling about plot holes and Cass pointing out her favorite lines. 

Tim got someone to keep him company when he stays up late. It makes him feel guilty and he hasn’t gone to bed later than 2 am ever since. 

Damian got a ‘worthy’ sparring partner. He was quite surprised the first time he landed on his back. 

Bruce got a ‘daddy’s girl’. A nice fifth shadow to add to his collection, and just to prove it she is very good at sneaking up on people. 

Batmom finally got a girl. 

Alfred was also shocked at Bruce bringing home a girl. He thought Batmam only had boys, but he was much too happy to be proven wrong. Even if he is a little protective. 

-

Batmom used to be very close the the Gotham City Sirens, and the Birds of Prey. They still go out of ‘Ladies Nights’. 

It was only until after Damian showed up, and he asked when she went that they actually found out about them. 

Bruce had never asked, and the others never knew. 

Except for Alfred. 

Alfred always knows. 

Jason was very jealous when he found out about it. Getting to spend time with more than one badass woman at once? He can only dream. 

-

Duke and Steph - they’re not a permanent member of the household, even though Batmom literally offers every time either comes and visits.

Bruce wonders why, mainly because he’s the one who adpots the children in this family, not Batmom. 

‘Up you game Wayne, I’m just getting in before you for once.’ - Batmom

Steph says no cause of ‘independence’ when really she just kinda doesn’t want to be around Tim. For reasons. 

Duke doesn’t know why he says no. Some underlying fear of becoming a Robin like all the other Wayne kids maybe? 

-

Batmom and Selina Kyle have unresolved and unspoken tension. 

It’s common knowledge that Batman and Catwoman had a thing going for a while, but Batmom always had a thing with Bruce Wayne. Still does and that the difference. 

Either way, they don’t let something as trivial as a man get in the way too much. They know their strengths, and if push comes to shove they work together. 

They make an eerily good team, and it scares Bruce to think about what they might’ve done to him if they were closer friends and he treated them any less than he did. 

-

It’s obvious by now that each member of the Batfamily have a corresponding 'super’ best friend.  

Bruce and Clark Kent. Tim and Kon El. Damian and Jon Kent. Dick and Wally West. Jason and Bizaro? 

Batmom had to resist mothering Bizaro the first time she saw him. 

Alfred also has one, he gets along rather well with Martian Manhunter and no one knows why. 

Birds of the feather flock together, and Batmom and Diana Prince are also rather close. Batmom often jokes to Bruce that if the offer came she’d leave him for her. 

-

Jason’s death has been - to date - the cause of the biggest rift between Bruce and Batmom. 

After Bruce came home that night, Batmom suck around for a little while, long eough for the funeral, before she went MIA. 

It took weeks for Bruce to track her down, and months before he was able to coax her back. 

And then that was only per Dick and Alfred’s added request.

The time she was gone, Bruce was worried, since before she left she expressed her newfound rage towards the Joker. Even though her time away was spent tracking down the Joker in an effort of vengeance, she was unsuccessful and ended up coming home. 

It was almost her Batman Villain story. 

Only once Tim entered the picture did things start to go back to normal between them both again. But they ended up coming back stronger than ever. (Aw) 

-

Tim has a list of which people are most useful in a tough situation. There are multiple lists, for a number of these kind of situations. The general list - the list for ‘we don’t know what’s happening but this person is who I want with me’ - goes as follows. 

It only has the batfamily members that are usually on-hand. 

Batman is first. 

Rather obvious, but Bruce is an all-rounder. He taught them all most of what they know. 

Red Hood is second. 

Jason spent a while on his own hence can handle himself very well, he’s still got connections, and compared to everyone else he’s built like a tank. 

Red Robin is second. 

This is out of Tim’s thoughts, but he’s smaller, got the glider wings, and he’s the smartest out of everyone. 

Nightwing is fourth. 

Flexible. Experienced. Team player. But he’s not as brutal as Bruce or Jason can act and that can be a drawback. 

Valentine (Batmom) is sixth. 

She hasn’t worked in the field in a long time, but she’s kept up the training. Lack of field work is the only downside seen, except for ‘that’s my mom’. 

Robin is always second last.

Tim and Damian do not get along in day-today life, and even if they do put that aside in the field, it’s still not good for tight spots. 

Alfred is last. 

Not because he isn’t useful. Alfred has no alter-ego and Tim hasn’t confronted the butler about it yet. 

-

Bruce got Alfred flowers on Fathers day once. 

Not only did Alfred tear up, but so did Bruce. And Dick. 

Dick ran outside and grabbed a handful of daises and brought them in for Alfred too and they all defiantly cried after that. 

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[myfellowmelo]

Brother’s Best Friend

Context: Your brother’s best friend happens to be the popular basketball player, Lamelo Ball. And no matter how much you say you don’t feel anything for the boy, your body says otherwise after every encounter/game.

Includes: Smut, Oral sex, masturbation, teasing, swear words, hint of degrading.

Word count: 4040?

My POV.

“We can’t keep doing this Melo.” I whimper as his cock starts plunging deep inside me. Stuck in the locker rooms where he dragged me in there. His celebration for winning the game started early.

“You say that a lot for someone who’s obsessed with my dick.” He tells me. Before I answer him, he picks me and slams me onto his locker. Arms wrapped around his neck as he picks up the pace. “Melo! Oh god!” Gripping his hair as he relentlessly pounds my g-spot. Making it his absolute goal to have me cumming all over his cock. He needs to have me walk out the Spectrum Center with your hole stuffed with his liquids. “Take it baby. Fucking take it!” He groans. Sucking on my neck as he desperately tries to leave me as many marks as he wants. He loves how well I tighten around him. I love how no matter how hard I try not to fall, I still end up in his arms. Begging him to fuck me senselessly over and over again. Rolling his eyes back as I grip his hair yet again. Usually he would say some stupid sarcastic comment about leaving him bald like his head, but my pussy felt so good he couldn’t even muster up the words to say anything.

Omniscient.

Your moans were absolutely beautiful. Something he needs to hear on a regular basis just to even function. Having you fucked out until you could barely stand is what he was striving for. But it was all cut off short when he heard the locker room door open. Pulling out of you, you two quickly dress up.

“Melo ? Are you there?” Your brother Miles calls out.

“Hide!” He tells you. Signaling the shower room, you run inside quickly.

“Yeah I’m here!” Melo stated composing his breath.

Walking from around the lockers, Miles’ eyes brighten up, “Oh there you are! I was wondering when you were planning to get out of the locker room. Hey, have you seen y/n by any chance?”

Melo scoffs, “Do you see her around here?” A nervous chuckle leaves him but covers it up by a huff.

“Asshole. I was just asking.” Miles says as he rolled his eyes. Miles grumbled  “I can’t reach her-“

“Well she must’ve been tired. Probably went home.” Melo interjected him mid way.

“Yeah you’re right. Oh I know!” Miles claps his hands that startles Melo.

“What?” He furrows his brow.

“She’s hooking up.” Miles says with stars forming around his eyes.

“What?!” Melo says, taken aback. How did he know? And just when Melo said that, you too did as well in the shower room. Heart racing as you waited for yours and his name to fall out of your brother's mouth.

“Yeah, she once mentioned about this crush she has on Nate” Miles says looking back at his memories.

“Nate? My friend Nate?” Melo says surprised

“Yeah-“

“Nate, my teammate? Number 30 Nate?” Melo says again trying to confirm if what he heard was real.

“Yes! Nate Darling. She’s had a crush on him since I came here. Well I don’t know if she still likes him but she has been running off lately so I won’t be surprised if she comes out of a room with a large hickey on her chest. He’s very goofy.” Miles states while searching around the locker room.

“Yeah well I’m goofy too.” Melo mumbles. Shoving his stuff in his bag.

“What was that?” Miles asks him.

“Nothing! Now shall we get going?” Melo says as he gathered the remaining items and stuffed it in his duffel bag.

“Oh yeah, let’s go, You hungry?” Miles said as he gave up and went to the door with his stuff on hand.

Making his way out, you peek your head. Looking at Melo who merely glanced at you and walked out after your brother.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath.

—————

“Melo, please call me back.” You say to the voicemail. It’s been three days and ever since he found out about your old crush on his friend he can’t even talk to you. Not even look at you for that matter.

You didn’t understand. You two weren’t anything. You guys weren’t dating and on the occasion he’s made it very clear that you two are nothing more but fuck buddies.

“Hey you okay?” Your friend asks you. Taking a seat next to you after grabbing her lunch.

“Oh yeah I’m, I’m okay,” trying to mask your emotions.

“You sure? You know I’m good at telling when one is lying.” She says giving you the look that was so tempting to have you spill out all of your thoughts.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I stated while I tried to divert my gaze to the floor.

“Okay but you know I’m here when you’re ready yeah?” Nodding, she smiles and hands you her green apple. The only kind of apple you like. Appreciating it, you take it and take a bite out of it. As she told a story about something, you couldn’t focus on anything but his table. He wasn’t there, but everyone else was. Including Nate.

“Oh my god.” Your best friend gasps.

Averting your eyes from the table you look over at her. “What?”

“Can’t believe it.” She said with her mouth hanging open.

“What? What’s going on?” You said as you look around.

“He said he was done hooking up. I swear if he brings another girl home I’m going to lose it.” She said, glaring her eyes. You see, she is Gelo’s girlfriend and they are both staying over for the week before going back to Cali.

Turning around to meet her gaze, your eyes widen when you see Melo enter the cafeteria with a girl around his arm. No no not just any girl. The captain of the Hornets cheerleading team. You couldn’t tell what shocked you more, that Melo already replaced you with some girl days after he continuously dodged you, your texts, and your calls. Or the fact that he was able to pull the head leader of the cheerleading team. The CHEERLEADING TEAM. You expected one of the nurses which could’ve made more sense. Usually everyone in the cheerleading team tends to take their work very seriously and never have time to not even hook up. Now this, this was truly a shocker.

Walking past you. He ignores you yet again and plants a kiss on her temple. Arm around her as she giggles and holds his hand. What a brat. Following their movements until they reached their table, where the boys greeted him. Cheers burst when he introduces them to her. Who looks to be his new girlfriend.

“Shocking right? Psh wrong.” Your best friend scoffs.

“Yeah. Sorry you have to deal with that,” you say genuinely.

“Yeah I feel sorry too but boys will be boys that’s just the sad truth.” She shakes her head and continues on eating her lunch.

“Yeah…” you mutter watching as he converses with his friends. His arm is still around her neck. “You’re right.” You finish off, looking down to the barely eaten apple.

For the next few days you ignored Melo completely. You didn’t know whether you should confront him or not. I mean it is his loss if he wants to push you away. But also another part of you wanted an explanation and maybe to seek salvation of the last bit of what you two have. If you guys even had anything in the first place. But Melo seemed serious. He had her with him at all times. And any time he saw you, he would get all cuddly and affectionate with her and it would get too repulsive to even stand being in the same area as him. What sucked is that both him and his little girlfriend shared the same afternoon as you. Workouts. The two of them sit in front of you which is worse because he’s constantly baby talking to her. Asking her if she needs any help and never lets her lift heavy weight. What an ass kisser really.

And you couldn’t really understand why you were so bothered by it. You never saw Melo anything other than a fuck buddy. There were times where you would ask yourself if you could see yourself dating him and it always ended with you gagging and having to eat a snack to clear your head. Yet here you are, wishing that this girl would walk off the face of the earth. While you were too busy sulking, you didn’t notice someone taking a seat next to you to use the weights.

“Hi y/n!” Nate says cheerfully. His boxy smile facing you as he set his stuff onto the table.

“Hey Nate-“ and then it hit you. Oh why did you not think about this sooner? Think y/n, think! Turning your head to face the bubbly boy, you tilt your head and smile at him. “Heyyy Yangyang,” you said again trying to be flirtatious.

Furrowing his brow, he looks at you oddly. “You okay?…”

“Totally!” You say nervous laughing it off.

Melo before you who was once cuddly to his new girlfriend was now tense. “Say Nate, how come we don’t hang out as much?” You ask him.

“Oh well I’d like you to hang out but you don’t like getting body slammed onto the court huh?” He said elbowing you.

Giggling, you shake your head. “We should hang out someday.”

Melo scoffs as he rolls his eyes. His girlfriend giving him a confused look.

He sends her a fake smile and signals to the coach who has now entered the training facility. As if his reason for scoffing was the coach entering. Picking up his large water bottle, he spins the cap off and goes to take a sip.

“So like a date?” Nate asks you genuinely.

“You want it to be a date?” With this, the boy in front of you who was once taking a sip from his water bottle, is now choking on it. The training facility silences as they stare at him curiously.

“You okay Ball?” The coach asks him. Not answering with words but rather with a thumbs up, he nods and proceeds to start the lecture.

“A date is then babe.” Nate says, using his index finger to bump your chin lightly.

—————

“I knew it! It was about time you two finally got together.” Your best friend claps her hands.

“We’re not getting together. It's simply a date, nothing else.” I say to remind her.

“Please you two will be dating in no time. Now let’s see what we can have you get dressed in.” While she went through the pile of clothes I brought for her to piece together an outfit. The front door opened and slammed close.

“Geez I bet it’s Melo, another sucky practice.” She shakes her head.

Chuckling, I nod along. “Right. Hey can I go grab a bottle of water real quick?”

“Yeah go ahead, it’s gonna take me a while to make an outfit with these clothes. Your wardrobe isn’t the most stylish no offense.” She said while still looking at the clothes.

“None taken” you shake your shoulders. Leaving her room, you go down the stairs and into the kitchen. In there was the boy you wanted to see. Ignoring him, you walk past him who was seated on the stool chair.

His eyes following you as you opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. Jumping back when he was standing right next to you once the door was closed. “My goodness Melo what the hell?-”

“Why didn’t you tell me about Nate?” He said while his breath fanned against your neck:

“What about him? It’s none of your concern-” You turn around looking up to face him.

“It is!” He says, flying his arms around in frustration.

“Shhh keep it down Melo!” You said as you patted his upper stomach because that’s all you could reach.

“Or what? Afraid your brother will find out huh?” He says while he took a step forward, you took one back. Doing so until you were up against the counter. “Afraid your brother will find out how desperate you are for me. How I’m I able to get you begging for my cock over and over again mm?” He tells me slowly. His head lowering closer and closer to my lips. Pulling his head and smashing my lips onto his. He immediately responds, pulling me closer to him. Picking me up and resting me on top of the counter. A nice grip on his hair as I kiss his lips until I am sure they’ll be swollen. His hands roamed up my shirt. Already missing my soft skin against his hands. Leaning in more and more, wanting - no needing more of me. It’s been almost two weeks and he really missed me. Yet he would never admit to it. His growing erection began to tighten his shorts. And I knew this.

He groans and curses when I lay a hand on his crotch. “Missed me that much?” I ask him tauntingly. Chest heaving as he looks down at my hand softly stroking the outline of his dick. Softly thrusting forward, needing more of my touches. But he was surely mistaken if he thought I would give in easily. Pushing him back, I get off the counter. Shock written all over him. “Don’t think I forgot the shit you pulled on me. I was over Nate a long time ago. It was barely even a damn crush. But because of your stupid stubbornness, you no longer have a shot at having me anymore Melo. Enjoy your time with your precious girlfriend.” Taking a step forward, on tippy toes, I got closer to his ear and whispered, “Bet she doesn’t make you cum like I do.” Biting my lip, I grab my water and walk away.

Watching as I walk away, he shuts his eyes close and shakes his head. “Fuck.”

————

“It was nice hanging out with you Nate. And sorry for any wrong intentions I might’ve given you in the training facility.” I said getting up after the date with Nate was over.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m not dumb I know that you and Melo have been having sex for a while now. Just didn’t know it was this serious.” Nate said following my lead.

“It isn’t serious.” I restated.

“Really?” He asks, raising a brow at me. His smoothie in hand as we walked around the downtown mall. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Nate sighed looking up at the sky.

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously

“Doesn’t take Einstein to know we have feelings for one another.” He said laughing seeing the dumbfounded expression on my face.

“Woah! Hold on, feelings?! Psh I don’t have feelings for him.”  I said defending my self.

Nate scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s so obvious.”

“It’s not-”

“It’s so!” He said again standing his ground.

“You have completely lost it, Nate Darling.” He laughs, taking a sip from his drink.

“Please, I knew something must’ve gone down. I had my guess when he started arriving at our training all gloomy and silent and not even having the same energy. But then when he brought Natalie to our table I knew something was definitely up. Then you ‘asked’ me out. You two aren’t doing this simply to get back at each other or get on one another’s nerves. You guys are doing this in hopes one of you two will snap out of it and confess!” Nate said spilling it all out.

I stayed silent. I mean he wasn’t necessarily wrong. I asked Nate out in front of Melo knowing he would be listening in hopes that he would talk to me. Confront me, tell me how stupid I am and that I am  his. I also wanted him back. Even if he wasn’t entirely mine to begin with. Now if I were to ask that very same question that had me gagging at the mere thought of it, it didn’t sound so bad of a question. Can I see yourself dating Melo?

______

Omniscient.

“I bet by the end of the date, it’s going to be official.” Your friend beams. For a good fifteen minutes now she hasn’t stopped talking about you and Nate getting together after so many years. It’s annoying the hell out of him. And what makes it worst is that Natalie is sitting next to him smiling at her squealing at your potential relationship with his teammate.

“You okay baby?” Natalie asks him. “Mhm? Oh, uh yeah I’m alright.” He fakes a tight smile and goes back to being on his phone. Looking at the date, he sees that he has yet another game tomorrow. A part of him was wishing you would come to his game. What was he thinking of course you will just not for him but rather for Nate. The mere thought of it already has him rolling his eyes.

“Someone doesn’t seem in a good mood.” Your best friends voice brings him back from his thoughts.

“Just tired it’s all. Gotta game tomorrow.” Melo said Turing off his phone.

“Oh yeah that’s right. Aw man I wish I could go but I have my thing going on with the modeling agency.” Your friend stated cleaning up the kitchen.

Natalie pouts. “It’s alright.”

“Well I guess I better start heading up to my room. Imma text y/n how her date went with her soon to be boyfriend.” She wiggles her brows.

Fighting the urge to scoff. “Yeah I should get going too.” She smiles at him and says her goodnights.

Natalie left a few minutes later, getting on her tippy toes, he got the sudden Deja vu from when you did that to him not long ago. Moving his face so that her lips connected with her cheeks. She waves him goodbye and leaves. Closing the door, he sighs and his head gets rushed with images of you. Very naughty things of you. Once again feeling that tightness in his shorts begin to grow.

“Fuck y/n!” He hissed. Fisting his cock as he teases his tip. Getting off to the thought of you sucking him off. Your pretty lips on his tip, those gorgeous eyes looking up at him as you try to pleasure him. Remembering how even when he’s finished cumming you still don’t pull away. Turning him more at how you have an oral fixation that you found out because of him. Biting his lip as he concentrates on jerking himself off. Memories on how overstimulated he once felt when you just couldn’t pull his dick out of your mouth. Whining when he tried pulling you off him. “God baby. You take my cock so well shit.” He mutters. Tilting his head back as he rubs himself faster. His hand jerking himself quicker as he felt the familiar need to release begin to bubble up.

Thinking about having you bounce on his cock as you beg him to continue fucking you until you’re sobbing. Telling you how much of a slut you are for his cock. Your hands gripping his hair as you suck hickies all over him. And just like that, his warm fluids were shooting all over his bed sheets. Catching his breath as he was consumed with the darkness of his room.

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Omniscient.

It was the day of the game. People started filling up the bleachers but no matter how much people were entering through the metal doors you still haven’t shown up.

“Hey Nate, where’s y/n?” Melo asked curiously.

“How will I know?” Nate said with the ball in his hands getting ready to shoot.

“She’s practically your girlfriend, you should know by now if she’s planning on cheering for her boyfriend” Melo says. Tone harsh when saying boyfriend.

Nate stares at him and later laughs. “What?” Nate shakes him and pats his shoulder. “You’re funny dude.”

Walking away, with a puzzled look. He sighs and takes one last look at the bleachers. His eyes met yours. Trying to hold in his smile. But you caught it. After thinking back on what Nate said, he was right. You wanted his attention and if he wasn’t going to do something first, you would. Smiling softly at him as you give him two thumbs up. He chuckles and nods. Eyes looking down and freezes when he sees Natalie. He forgot the cheerleaders are taking a break for 2 weeks. Holding a poster with his jersey number in it. Looking away quickly, as he hurries back to the rest of his team.

By the end of the game, the crowd was loud and rowdy. Anxious as it was a tie once again. Melo , who was now with the ball, rushed until he got near the net and dunked the winning point. The crowd roared as they clapped and cheered for him and the team's victory. Standing as you cheered for him too. Going down the steps to congratulate him. Looking for #1. You smiled warmly at him as you walked up to him. Freezing when a familiar figure walks the aisle before you calls out for his name. Rushing down the steps and enveloped him in a tight hug. Smile dropping as his eyes never left yours. He was still with her, and a part of you felt stupid. Were you really going to confess? Especially since Natalie is such a sweet girl and really likes Melo. She couldn’t ruin that. Couldn’t ruin what they have. But maybe there’s hope. Maybe he doesn’t have the same feelings for her and has some for you.

“Surprise!” She tells him excitedly. But you were certain that wasn’t true when Natalie pulled Melo down for a kiss.

Scoffing, you felt stupid. Embarrassed really. Turning around, you make your way out of the Spectrum Center. Melo pulls away quickly, keeping Natalie at arms length. “Melo? Baby what’s wrong?” Natalie said, looking up at him with her arm around him.

“Natalie, I'm sorry. But I can’t do this, I know it’s sudden and you deserve an explanation but I can’t keep going on in a relationship I don’t want to be in. I’m really sorry but I have to go.” He said as he broke the contact, heading to the door.

“Melo? Wait- Melo!” But he was already out the doors. Rushing after you.

“Where are you?” He says under his breath in search of you. Looking through every hallway and room and still no sign of you. “Dammit y/n where are you?!” He slammed his hand on the door and went inside of the locker-room.

“I’m here.” You said silently.

Turning around, there you were before him.

Staying silent as you two suddenly didn’t know what to say anymore. After much contemplation on what he should say to you, he starts taking small steps towards you.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.” He tells you softly. Meeting him in the middle, you grab his face and pull him in. Gripping your waist as he kisses you desperately. The kiss was no longer the same old one that was filled with lust and need. It was now filled with passion, love and want. Pulling away, leaning your forehead on top of his.

“Can’t go another day without you.” He said underneath his breath.

“Then don’t. Don’t let me go.” You said, with tears threatening to fall.

“Never baby.” Melo said, looking down at you.

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“You two were what?!”

Your brother exclaims in pure shock. Both you and Melo are standing before him, hand in hand. Standing behind you and he plants soft kisses on your temple. Rubbing your arm for comfort, comfort for the burst of your brother who is now finding out the truth of you two. But no matter the outcome, he was just glad he now has you. In his arms once again. Only this time, he’s got you locked in. And you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I hope you liked my first imagines, I know there are some errors with the POV, but I’ll fix it later!

Thank you for reading 😊😊

#lamelo ball #lamelo #lameloimagines #Lamelofanfic #ball in the family #lameloballimagines #Basketball

[drakenology]

Make Me. - Yuuji Itadori & Sukuna

summary: being the bratty little sub you are you push your boyfriend’s buttons until he makes you remember why you call him d*ddy.

warnings: smut! , mirror sex, dom!yuuji, sub!reader, bratty!reader, slapping, overstim, use of the word d*ddy in sexual context, male receiving oral, sukuna comin out to playyy, the sweetest aftercare ever 🥺, cussing of course and sukuna being mean (degradation)

author’s note: happy valentines day babies! I’m writing this as a gift for you guys as a thank you for your support and to celebrate valentines day! enjoy lovelies!

You have no idea why. No rhyme or reason how. But today, you awake in a very temperamental mood.

Poor Yuuji was just sleeping; snoring next to his beautiful, sweet and kind girlfriend. Well she was gone today. A bratty little snatch had arisen and it was about to become everybody’s problem. You were always such a good girl. Never started fights. Never really acted out. But today, you just felt like being the baddest you could be.

Yuuji being the perceptive boyfriend he is already knew you were being testy. He tried everything to make you feel a little better. He was so sweet; so caring and understanding. But you just would not budge.

“I have an idea. Let’s go out, hm? Get us some food? I know you’re hungry.” He coaxed, earning a nonchalant “whatever” from you. Yuuji just shrugged it off but the raging curse, Sukuna was in the back of his mind reeling him for letting you off so easy.

“You need to put that little brat in her place. If you keep allowing her to step all over you then I will take care of her.”

Yuuji just pushed his voice to the very back of his mind, hating having to punish you. Sukuna got a kick out it though; always urging Yuuji to hit you harder, fuck you faster. Even he himself found it absolutely tantalizing to see you submit yourself to him, completely helpless as he fucked you so hard that all you could do was lay there and take it. But still, hurting his precious baby was no easy feat. Fuck.

You and Yuuji spent rest of the day at the mall after you two ate; not a single conversation without ending in an argument. He was losing his patience with you, your bratty tendencies becoming such a pain in his side. What the hell was up with you?

You were walking through the mall with him, lazily holding his hand until you saw the biggest stuffed animal you’d ever seen. You wanted it; hell you needed that stuffie.

“Ooh! Look! Can I have it Yuuji? Please?” You pleaded, pointing at the stuffie through the display window.

“No, Y/N. We’re leaving. You got enough treats today.” He said.

“But I want it!” You persist.

“Drop it, Y/N. You’re really starting to get on my nerves. Let’s. Go.” Yuuji said sternly.

Your eye twitched in annoyance, ready to throw a fucking temper tantrum just because. You cross your arms and stand right in front of the store.

“Make me.” You tease, sticking out your tongue like a petulant child.

That’s it. You’ve done it. The straw that broke the camel’s back. Yuuji was livid at this point.

He raised his eyebrow and towered over your body, face close enough to kiss you.

“Oh I’ll fucking make you, alright.” He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the mall with enough force to scare you straight.

Yet still you test him, cussing and screaming at him to let you go all. The way. To the car. Yuuji stops and pins you against the car, your back facing him and the same arm he held now folded behind you.

“When we get in this car, you’d better be quiet the whole way home or else.” He hissed, nearing himself close to your ear.

“Or else what?” You persist, immediately regretting it when Yuuji lifted up your skirt and yanked your panties down.

“You just don’t know when to quit do you? Get in the fucking car.” He snarled, pushing you towards the car door as he stuffed your panties into his pocket.

You stumble, struggling to get the door open as your legs tremble in devilish excitement. God he was being so rough. Maybe this is what you needed all along. You crawl into the car, becoming meek as Yuuji gets in the driver’s seat and slams the door.

“You know how much trouble you’re in? Huh?” His deep voice echoing in your ears as you stare down at your thighs, not answering him. Yuuji let out an aggravated growl and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

“Got nothing to say now, princess? You had so much mouth earlier. What happened?” He chuckled darkly, slipping his hand between your legs to palm at your already wet pussy.

“You like talking back to me, don’t you? You’re gonna fucking get it.” He says as his hand reaches down to choke you while the other stuffs one meesely finger inside your weeping hole. You’re stifling your noise, panting lightly as you try to grind up against his hand until he stops his movements completely.

He completely pulls away and says nothing, starting the car and driving away. Your whole body is hot and needy for Yuuji to fuck you or even toy with you just for a little.

Should you risk touching yourself without permission? Should you just be good for once? All your thoughts leave your mind as Yuuji slips his hand back between your legs, this time using two fingers. You gasp, shocked at his sudden move until you look up and see you’re at a red light.

It felt so good; Yuuji’s fingers hooked deliciously to find that spot he knows drives you insane, urging you to rub your clit for good measure. It was all too much, your legs trembling as your pussy drooled all over his hands and the seat of his car. Your eyes were locked onto Yuuji’s fingers, losing focus quickly as you start to come undone.

Then he stopped. The light was green and Yuuji pulled away from you to drive once more. He made sure to lick his fingers and laugh at your dissatisfied face.

“Oh come on, don’t give me that look. We’re almost home.” He teased, your eyes tearing up as he snatched your hands away from your puffy clit. You whimper and try rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache between your legs but no dice. You needed him to get you off now, or else you might just go off the deep end.

As the drive home went on you dreaded every light signal; hoping he’d catch every greenlight so you’d calm down, get your barings. But of course you weren’t getting off that easy. The light just before your block just had to turn red.

You could feel Yuuji’s eyes burning a hole in the side of your head, trying to close your legs before he could attack your cunt again. Of course you’re over powered by his strong hands, your thighs now split apart for his every so desire. He’s using three fingers now, demanding you rub your clit for him as he fucked you with his fingers.

Your pussy emitted the dirtiest noises, Yuuji groaning as you moan and writhe in the passenger’s seat. Your eyes were at the back of your head, begging and pleading for him to let you cum only for him to chuckle and stop again. You sob pathetically, tears threatening to fall as Yuuji started driving again.

“Now you wanna cry. Heh. Pathetic.” He spat, his mean words burning as you shamefully become feral at his insult.

The car slowed, signaling you were finally home as you pulled your skirt down to get out. Yuuji climbed out of the car without a word and led you inside, the tension so thick you could cut it with a sword. He shut the front door with a slam, lifting you up and throwing you onto his shoulder as if he were carrying a sack potatoes.

“I hope completely showing your ass today was worth it ‘cause now I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” He said, walking to the bedroom with you hanging over his shoulder like a rag doll. He opened the door and kicked it closed, slamming you onto the bed.

He was so angry you could see it in his pretty eyes. So angry that Yuuji just wasn’t Yuuji anymore, Sukuna’s tattoos taking form on his face and body as he stood over your now shaking body.

“Finally. I’ve been waiting to bring you to your knees, brat.” Sukuna says, his face pulling the most intimidating smirk you’d ever seen.

Only once in a blue moon you act out so badly to the point Sukuna gets tired of seeing you be let off so easily and takes over Yuuji. In fact, he’s the reason you only act out once in a blue moon. Sukuna was rutheless. The way he fucks you should be down right outlawed. Your body was always incredibly sore when he was finished with you.

“I’m tired of toying with you. Get on your knees. Now.” He demands, motioning you onto the floor. You oblige, sitting on your legs as Sukuna pulls you towards him by your hair. He rips off his shirt in true Sukuna fashion and pulls out his massive, heavy dick; the sight nearly making you drool as it slaps against his stomach. Yuuji had a nice dick but Sukuna- oh boy. Sukuna only enhanced his size, girth and length along with some of the most devine veins you’ve ever had the pleasure to have inside you.

“Open.” He said, forcing his length down your throat as soon as you do. You gag around him, forgetting how fucking huge he was. Sukuna laughed as he watched you struggle to take him all in, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth as he fucked your mouth. Your cheeks hallow with every thrust, eyes clouding with tears as he forcefully bobbed your head onto his dick.

“That’s right, slut. Suck my fucking dick like a good little whore.”

You blink away your tears and look up at him, sticking your tongue out to lick the underside of his dick as you reach your hand down and rub clumsy circles on your sensitive bud. Sukuna cussed and yanked you off of his cock, slapping you as you gasp. The sting fades into a strange pleasure you hadn’t felt in so long, the sensation going straight to your pussy. You had to admit being hit in bed was so wrong but so fucking right. Though Yuuji could never bring himself to hit you, Sukuna had no problem.

“Who said you could touch yourself? You ask me permission first, do you under fucking stand?” He barked. Sukuna paused waiting for your answer, his hand still holding your hair as he forced you to keep your eyes locked on his.

You nod, out of breath and mind hazy as Sukuna yanks your head back to spit in your mouth.

“So good when you listen, slut. Bend over in front of the mirror. I want you to see how fucking pathetic you are.”

You do as you’re told, crawling on your hands and knees towards the large full body mirror you convinced Yuuji to buy one day at the mall. Who knew you’d eventually be fucked in front of it? Sukuna made sure to say every demeaning and degrading word to you as he walked behind you while you crawled, kneeling down behind you once you get to the mirror.

Sukuna made his dominating presence known as he slapped his dick against your pussy, watching you flinch at his sheer girth. Sukuna grabbed your hair and pulled you up to face the mirror.

“Look at yourself. Such a fucking whore for us, hm? I think you owe us an apology.” Sukuna said rubbing the head of his dick against your needy pussy. You stutter, moaning as he prods himself at your entrance, Sukuna not moving a single muscle until he hears you beg for him.

“I-I-‘m sorry.” You breath out, Sukuna striking your ass hard in protest.

“Not good enough. Say it like you mean it.” He demands, his grip on your hair tight as he pushed himself just barely inside.

“Fuck! I-I said I’m sorry. Please, daddy. I need you. I’ll be good I promise.” You whimper, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as Sukuna sunk himself deep inside you.

Your eyes lock onto Sukuna’s body in the reflection of the mirror, the tattoos all over his muscular body accenting his lightly tanned skin. Pink hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, eyes locked downward towards where you connected. You watched as his body rutted inside you with brute force. He was truly the most gorgeous thing walking. Even if he was inherently evil, the way he fucked you as if you meant nothing more to him than a cheap fuck was sickeningly addictive.

You’re a mess, panting and wailing filthy words as Sukuna fucked you with one leg propped up and the other kneeled on your side. He’s mumbling about how worthless you are, only fucking you this way because Yuuji just can’t do it without his help. Every long, deep thrust of his veiny cock sent your body ablaze; your orgasm violently approaching as you cry out for more.

“God, look at you. Crying for my dick. So pathetic.” Sukuna says clearly, the feeling of your pussy alone not enough to completely break him. He is a curse after all. Still, he sees why Yuuji loves you so much. If he had more control over his vessel, he’d be fucking you like this every night.

“G-Gonna cum, daddy! Please, please, please.” You gasp, digging your nails into the rug as he rocks his hips into you; harshly bumping his cockhead into your cervix. You inhale sharply, pain and pleasure mixing as your eyes flash white.

“I guess you can cum. Go on then. This body can’t last for shit anyway.” Sukuna shrugs, a little disappointed his time was almost up. Yuuji was fighting him for control over his body and Sukuna was losing his grip, his tattoos fading as Yuuji returned to finish the job.

You don’t notice the switch, your body stuck to the floor as your orgasm tears through your core. One final thrust and Yuuji was coating your insides with his cum, fucking it inside you with loud grunts as he smacked your ass one last time. You both sit there for a moment, your highs crashing down as you’re both out of breath and drained.

“Hey.” Yuuji said, only getting a weak “hm?” from your fucked out body.

“Was he too rough with you? I saw him hit you. I-I’m sorry I didn’t stop him.” Itadori explained, rubbing softly on your bruised ass, a huge hand print embedded into your left ass cheek. “God, you’re all bruised up. Stop being so bad, you hear me?”

“Y-Yuuji. ‘S okay.. I liked it.” You slur, words muffled slightly since your face was buried into the floor. Yuuji laughed nervously, pulling himself out of you; simultaneously whimpering with you at the feeling.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” Yuuji said, scooping you up off the floor and taking you to the bathroom. You smile into his shoulder, his strength still a shock to you as he effortlessly sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He said nothing, instead kissing every mark and bruise Sukuna left on your body as he drew your bath.

“I’m sorry I was such a brat today.” You say weakly, stepping into the water once it’s ready, grabbing Yuuji’s hand to get him to get in with you.

“Oh I know you are. I heard you apologize. Ah~ I said I’m sorry!” He mocked, laughing when you splash him with the bath water. He sat behind you, running the warm water down your bare back and grinning as you sigh and relax.

“Love you, Yuuji.” You say, leaning into his chest closing your eyes.

“I love you more, love bug.” Yuuji smirked, kissing your forehead as he continued to wash you up.

#jujutsu kaisen #yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori x reader #itadori headcanons #itadori smut #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen megumi

[bokettochild]

About Legend having insane leg strenght: what if the reason he never brags about that is because he's embarassed about it? He thinks that pulverizing a boulder with a kick is either something everyone can do or too similar to a bunny. One day he and Four get dumped into a monster camp without their items or weapons and Legend takes desperate measures to ensure they don't die: anihilating the entire camp with only his legs. He is unironically and literally capable of killing someone with his /1

This ask references this post btw, so, check it out if you need context!

Honestly, I loved this so much! THANK YOU!!! But I am half asleep, so the cool stuff I saw in my head is being stinky and not comng out. I'm sorry, hope you like my half-asleep drabbl of Legend being weak as shit while simultaneously having the strongest kick out of the whole Chain XD

Legend hates being at Ordon.

It’s not that he hates the people; he’s used to country folk, he was raised around them, heck, his grandparents have the same strong twang in their voices that everyone in Twi’s village does! He loves the fresh air and the sounds of animals and the sight of growing things everywhere he looks.

But he hates looking around and seeing Twilight’s entire village (even the freaking kids!) wander around lifting things that probably equal his entire body weight!

Seriously, Malo (that was the terrifying toddler’s name, right? That’s what Twilight said when he introduced them all, right?) could lift up a small goat with ease, and he was an actual toddler!

What was Uli feeding her children that they turned out this strong? Were all the village women using it? How on earth was every person in all of Ordon fully capable of throwing Legend over their shoulder?

It hadn’t happened yet, but Legend was on guard because it was only so much time before someone figured out it was possible, and it wasn’t as if he could fight them off.

He wasn’t jealous, definitely not. Not even when he saw Twilight carrying a mother goat across the village with an easy stride as he brought the nanny back to her pen. When he buried his face in his arms and sighed it wasn’t because he was remembering how much he had to tug and pull to move a basket of apples, no, it was just because the mere thought of carrying goats for the foreseeable future made him tired. Definitely.

But this strength was just an Ordon thing, right? It was totally just something that was common in Ordon, and Legend took comfort in that as he sat on the front porch of Uli and Rusl’s house and helped with the mending.

Even their blankets were heavy, what the heck?

But then Sky walked past.

And Sky was carrying a barrel, an entire barrel. One that swished and clunked with the sounds of grain filling it, and if the small trail of spilled seed that followed after the hero meant anything, then that thing was full.

Okay, so Skyloftians were strong too, no big deal.

Big deal.

Their entire visit to Ordon, helping to hide away animals and supplies before a local monster band stole them, was spent with Legend trying desperately to not be jealous as he watched everyone from Wind to Time lift and carry things that he couldn’t even knock over if he pushed against them.

It wasn’t even that most of thing things were heavy, it was just... he was weak.

Uli’s gaze when she’d figured out the truth had been surprised, eyes blown wide with shock as she watched as Legend, who’d opted to help indoors since he knew working outside would lead to him being more a burden than an aid, struggled to lift buckets of water to fill the wash basin. Dark brown eyes had followed him as he’s left the bucket outdoors and stomped inside, hissing and wheezing under his breath as he moved his attention to his bag and grabbed one of his power bracelets.

“Hun,” Uli’s soft country twang caught his attention as the woman drew close, concern filling her warm gaze. “Are ya’ feelin’ alright?”

And reputation or no, Legend’s Gran would have his hide on a hitching-post if he even so much as dropped his manners. There was something about country folk that was so inherently polite and welcoming, that even the salty vet couldn’t help but return with the same manners that his Gran had pounded into his head since childhood.

“Yes, ma’am.” Crimson trailed up his neck to blossom across his cheeks and shoot up his ears. He tried to ignore that Uli had a baby on one hip and a bushel of food on the other, breath contained and relaxes as she stood there, no hint of strain in her face or body language. His fingers trailed along the clasp of his power bracelet, shame building inside as he shuffled his feet.

You just can’t walk away when lady’s talking to you, especially if she’s being all polite like and just makin’ sure you’re okay.

“Are you injured?” The farm-wife pressed. “You were huffy something huge with that there bucket.”

And Legend would like nothing more than to sink into the earth as he glances over the full bucket of water that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t lift. “I’m just not much of a farm-hand is all, ma’am. I’ll be right as rain in a tick, just needed to grab something I forgot.”

And while the look Uli gives him is a bright smile, he knows worry when he sees it peeking out of someone’s gaze. He tries to ignore that, instead turning back to the chores he’d been assigned and trying his hardest to ignore ethe fact that no one else was wearing power bracelets when they all came back for dinner that evening.

He’s not strong. So what? He can lift his sword well enough, and he can do most other things too when he wears the power bracelets.

Yes, he knows that Ravio warned him about not developing muscles if he relied on objects so much, but he’s never had time to work out or build any muscle mass, so when he needs it it’s a bit more important to just get his work done rather than hope he’ll develop it. He’s paying for that, and he knows it, but he can’t really help that he doesn’t have the time or space to really do anything about it.

Oh well, at least the others haven’t caught on.

Warriors hefts a huge rock over his shoulder and throws it, chuckling deep and loud as he smirks at the rancher. “Beat that!”

They’re clearing a road where an avalanche swept through and blocked off the main entrance to a local town. They’ve been at it for hours, and while Legend tries his hardest to be discreet by sticking to things he can actually lift, even if it does require his bracelets, the others have devolved into a contest to see who can throw stuff the furthest.

There’s nothing on the other side of the road except for the edge of a swamp, and even Legend has to admit that it’s ridiculously satisfying to hear each of the heavy stones go ‘plop’ as they land in the marsh.

Twilight smirks at the captain, all his sharp teeth on display as he hefts a rock that’s the size of Wild and easily bigger than half of the rest of the heroes. “Watch and learn, city boy.” Twilight grunts (well at least it took some effort) before throwing the boulder and watching with the rest of them as it soars through the air and lands with a dramatic ‘splosh’ in the middle of the swamp. Cheers erupt from the younger heroes, and a few even drop their own burdens to give a brief round of applause.

Warriors humphs shrewdly, gaze thin as he looks over at Twi, who only cocks a brow in challenge. “Anyone think they can beat that?”

Legend finds his gaze meeting Four’s swirling hazel, and they both quickly look away from the captain, both well aware that the biggest rocks they’ve lifted are maybe the sizes of their heads, and no where near the horrific loads that the taller heroes are tossing left and right.

“I’ll try!” Wild’s eyes are flashing as the kid clambers over the rock slide, eyes darting to and fro until they land on what has to be the biggest, most horrifically sized piece of rubble Legend has ever seen. The Champion beams, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles briefly before taking the stone in both hands and lifting it over his head and throwing it.

The swam erupts in goop and several of their group yelp and have to dark back as smelly water sprinkles the edge of the path. Wild beams down from his perch on top of the pile, hands on his hips as he looks down at them. “Who dares challenge my strength?”

“How about you, Vet?” Warriors nudges him lightly, chuckling with a cocked brow. The man is just teasing, and he doesn’t mean any harm, but Legend finds himself irritated anyways. He doesn’t know what it is about Warriors, but the man gets under his skin entirely too easily.

“No thanks.” He grunts, hefting his own stone (so small in comparison) a bit higher and adjusting his grip as he walks over to the swamp.

Wild scrabbles around above, knocking stones aside and sending them rolling down towards the vet. Legend rolls his eyes, dodging quickly around a few and kicking some of the larger ones in the direction of the swamp.

He smiles to himself at the satisfying ‘plonk’ as each one hits the surface.

Four’s head aches and the next time they see Warriors they’re going to kick him in the shins.

The captain is good at planning, usually, but if his planning means that Four is waking up to stare around a vast room where people in red and black PJ suits are eating bananas because said plan went wrong, then they think they’re a bit justified in wanting to kick the captain.

They’d reach to rub their head, to adjust the headband that’s riding too low and letting their hair all hang in their eyes, but their hands are bound behind them, and they’re left huffing their breath and scrunching their nose in an effort to relive their irritation. Their mind is too wild to shake their head, but they let their eyes wander.

Legend’s violet gaze meets theirs, sharp fury bubbling below the surface as Legend sits across from them, hands bound behind him, a rope leading from his wrists to a hook in the wall that is definitely higher than either of the two of them can reach.

As unkind as it is, they breathe a sigh of relief to know they aren’t alone (even if being four people in one body technically means that they’re never alone as is). It’s...nice, having Legend around. They don’t know what it is, but the taller boy feels safe and that’s something that they, especially Red, fond comfort in.

But the fact that two of them are here means that Wars is getting both his shins kicked, fair is fair.

Legend squeaks in that harsh way he does when he’s angry, a poor and rather adorable attempt at a growl, but apparently, he’s unable to make any sort of guttural noise, so the squeak is the best he can do. “I am going to strangle Wars when we get back. Yiga? Seriously?”

They raise a brow. “Weren’t we fighting moblins?”

“And a Talus. Unless these guys have transformative rings, then someone messed up.” The vet grates out, but before he can try and unravel their situation any more, a masked face is shoved into the vets own, one of the pajama clad banana eater’s apparently trying to leer over the vet, breath strong and rank even behind his mask.

“So! The friends of the hero awake! You will call me Astorah! Leader of the Yiga and supreme priestess to Lord Ganon!”

“I’ll call you annoying and maybe alive if you let us go.” legend drawls, unimpressed. “Seriously lady, get your face of mine or I’ll knock it in.”

They smirk. Legend is as polite and well-mannered as can be around the country villages, but the minute he’s away from thick mountain drawls and country twang, the Vet becomes a sour and salty speaker who’s as likely to threaten you as o smile at you. It would almost be funny if they weren’t being held captive.

Astorah makes an indignant sound, hand shooting out to smack Legend across the face. The vet can’t do anything to stop it, and the blow sends his head swinging to the side, a faint grunt escaping as the self-declared priestess stands to her full height (she’s taller than either of them at any rate) and promptly orders her subordinates to see to it that the prisoners be brought to ‘the mountain’.

“The hero will be looking for his friends,” The pajama clad leader declares excitedly, hands rubbing together like a villain in a bad stage play. “So, let's help him out, shall we?”

The vet and smithy exchange a glance, each somewhat surprised at how... pathetic their opponent seems to be.

“Their screams should do the trick; all heroes listen to cries of help after all.” There’s a mad waver in her voice and the pitching is all wrong.

She’s delusional. Vio whispers, and the rest of them are inclined to agree.

Across from them, legend scowls as another red and black clad weirdo comes to grasp his binds, unhooking them from above as yet another does the same to Four.

Ideally, they would try and escape now, but legend only follows along slowly as Astorah leads them through the endless halls and up step after step, murmuring, laughing and shrieking loudly as she goes, hands fluttering and gestures erratic as Legend’s scowl grows more and more each minute.

It all seems rather pathetic, all thing considered, until another, larger, more intimidating individual stops them, voice harsh as it grates out something in a language neither hero can understand. Astorah protests and shrieks at the figure, but they disregard her and instead turn to the heroes.

“Put them back, screams echo within a cave far better than on a mountain top.”

Four’s stomach sinks. Being outside means being closer to escape, means finding the others easier and kicking Wars for landing the in a battle where two of their own had been captured by the enemy.

Legend seems to be of the same idea, his eyes flashing as he pulls at his bonds, tugging away from the guard holding onto him.

The oddly garbed enemy slaps him again, but Legend doesn’t seem to be affected, only pushing harder and biting towards the next hand that swings his way. Astorah pulls away with a light sob, shrieking when Legend’s teeth keep hold of her hand while the enemies around them erupt into action.

Fours unsure of what happens next, their head is still spinning, and quite honestly, they’re sure Hyrule will declare him concussed when they get back, but he does see blows being thrown Legend's way, blades being drawn as shouts echo around them.

There’s a dark of movement, and one of the enemies falls. Four stares in shock for half of a moment before turning their gaze to Legend, who, for all intents and purposes, looks half feral.

Blood stains the Vet’s bucked teeth and his hair swirls as he spins and ducks beneath blows. His hands are still bound tightly behind him, a rope trailing on the ground as Legend evades contact, yet somehow still manages to down another enemy.

Four would try and help, but their mind is spinning, their brain not yet up to date with what their eyes are seeing, that and they’re still bound themself, their arms are fastened behind them and they’re not even sure how Legend is managing to get blows in.

And the he sees.

The vet’s boot swings up to make contact with one of the jaws of the enemy.

Yiga. Wild had told them about them, the Yiga clan, people out for the hero’s blood. The word only comes to mind now, but they’d had to tune out of the battle for a brief moment to remember it. They’re brought back to it as the sound of an agonized scream breaks through the air, accompanied by the harsh snapping sound that Four knows too well from having broken their own bones.

Legend fights with his hands behind his back, kicking out like an angered horse and injuring any who step near. It’s impressive honestly, watching how blood spurts and bones crumple from the force of the vet’s blows, and all that without having use of his hands.

The Yiga back away, eventually leaving the room entirely as Legend squeaks out an angry Legend sound after them, before turning his attention to Four. Four says nothing, and it appear Legend thinks that that’s okay, because he darts towards the door they had been headed too, leading Four with nervous glances being thrown back over his shoulder every few minutes.

The mountain top they emerge onto is higher than Four expected, and they want nothing more than to snuggle down in the cozy parka Legend once leant him, but they have none of their items, and they’re lucky to even be out in one piece.

It takes a lot of work to climb down a mountain with their hands tied, but their fingers are too cold to make any good of the knots, and they manage in the end to climb down. They’re in the last legs when Four notices what looks like a small group of travelers below, and they can almost hear the singing of the Four Sword from them.

They’d dropped their blade in their battle, the very reason they were caught in the first blade. They’re not happy someone else touched it, but they are glad they didn’t leave it behind.

“Four,” Legend’s voice breaks them from their thoughts, and as they turn to face him, they find that Legend’s face is flushed, ears twitching nervously as he avoids their gaze. “Could you...not tell the others about all that?”

“About what?” They clamber down another stone, Legend still within sight as he trails down beside them.

“The...kicking.” Legend flushes. “I know you guys- most of them anyway- could have it handled better. I just, Wars is bad enough as is, I don’t need him bring up my lack of strength next time he decides he needs ammo to mess with me.” There’s a scowl on the vets features as he hops down and across and small hold in the mountain side. “I get it, I’m weak in comparison, they could probably have beheaded those guys with their bare hands, but mine fingers are shit o a good day and-”

Four doesn’t know if they actually figure something out or randomly spew words, but Legend’s eyes turn to them in surprise when the smithy stares down at him. “You do know most Hylia’s can’t do anything by kicking each other, right? I’m planning on kicking Wars when we get back, and the most it’ll do is bruise him.” Their voice is flat, but they let Viol take over, he always had the best endurance out of them when it came to rocky places anyways. “You kicked a man’s ribs in, Legend.”

And it’s not funny, it really isn’t, but they giggle, watching as Legend flushes before their eyes, and when the others trail up towards them, gazes curious and concerned, Four is laughing hysterically.

It could be the head wound, it could be Legend’s face, but the thought that Legend was able to kick a man's ribs in and hadn’t done so to any of them yet was both surprising and highly relieving for whatever reason, and it’s hilarious listening to Legend try and explain himself as the vet protests and struggles against the fact that apparently Hylian’s don’t usually have enough leg strength to kill people with.

Yes, people died back there. Yes, Four just watched them die. Maybe it’s Shadow’s influence, but Four can’t find that they're overly bothered. They are tired and injured and cold, and if they can laugh about something as ridiculous as Legend’s strange strength imbalance, then Hylia danggit they’re going to!

They never do kick Wars’ shins in, they giggle to hard at the thought that Legend doing so could actually break them, so they topple over before they can lift their feet.

#fluffics #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe fic requests #lu legend #lu four #yiga clan #why does no one write a female yiga leader who's stupid? #it's fun #as a girl I can say we can be very dumb #and she is

[kentos-filmcamera]

10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

1. Reunion 

Summary: 10 times where Inumaki Toge said “I love you” without any words, 1 occasion he spoke the three sacred words. 

A/N: hi hi! this is my first jjk fic and idk if i should upload it on ao3 too?? lmk ig. happy reading! 

Next Chapter

The air was different in Tokyo. In the depths of the forest, or up in the mountains, the air was crispier; however, the air of the city was more comforting for you. With your eyes closed, you breathed in. Once, twice, thrice. Getting the air to your head makes you think clearer, or so said your grandparent after hitting you in the back of the head with his cane during a training session. Still after remembering advice that should be helpful, you feel something creep behind your shoulder, but when your eyes snapped open as your head whipped around, there was nothing.

Projecting a dangerous amount of cursed energy ran in your family, and your technique required those copious amounts of it. It alerted curses of danger, and impressed sorcerers. On that mission with Maki and Yuta, you don’t know what went wrong. You’ve revisited it a thousand and one times, but still. You didn’t do anything wrong to cause cursed Rika to attack you that night. Nothing wrong that brought you to expand a complete domain for the first time, but you still weren’t allowed to exorcise your attacker when you felt most powerful, but most weak. Absolutely nothing wrong that led you to having to drop out of Tokyo Jujutsu High for months and move back to your family’s home to recover from a near death experience. Nothing wrong to deserve the scarring on your forehead. Nothing wrong, nothing wrong, nothing—

“You’re doing it again” Shoko called your attention. You blinked in confusion. “Spacing out. I told you, you’re fine now. Don’t just stand here” The woman with tired eyes ushered you out of the building where the infirmary stood. Last time you stood there you were barely conscious, walking slow steps while holding onto Panda. You took one last look at the building and took rushed, short steps towards where the clamoring was. It was a few days later than you agreed to return to the school, the ideal time frame was during training for the Kyoto Sister School Event, not at its start. Still, you knew you were well enough to compete.  

You had last seen everyone in your year that eventful late November night. Even Megumi had rushed to the infirmary to check your state. Yuta apologized a hundred times and you could of course forgive, but never forget. You heard he was sent off, so after that information you assumed everyone else had stayed. And you confirmed so when you noticed the group and started recognizing them by their heads, even the ones from Kyoto. However, you didn’t recognize the boy with pink hair, or the girl with an orange bob of sorts. Something about him gave you a pang directly to your chest, but the electricity was replaced by warmth when your eyes landed on a grey haired boy staring directly in your direction, purple eyes wide, eyebrows about to hit the back of his head.

“Ah yes! That was my other surprise” You heard Gojo’s voice from afar. ‘Liar’ You thought and rolled your eyes but a smile persisted on your lips. You set one of your handbags on the floor and waved to the group, feeling the tears pool in the brim of your eyes. You laughed at Maki’s shocked expression, and how Panda tried to snap her out of it but she remained still as he shook her by the shoulders and dragged her with him.

You set your duffle bag and backpack down as the known and loved faces marched towards you. Rather involuntarily, you took a few steps towards Inumaki. Ever since you first met, you were drawn to him. As he was towards you. He liked your caring nature, kind personality with a fierce fighting spirit. You just liked his aura at first , and the late night conversations you held through messaging made you only like him more. Seeing you so hurt and saying goodbye was something that affected him gravely in the upcoming months and Yuta’s departure also took a toll on him.

You opened your mouth to direct towards the grey haired boy that was making your stomach do somersaults but it was shot into a line as you grabbed Maki’s wrist, her hand bare centimeters away from your cheek. “What are you doing?” After that night, your reflexes only got sharper, as did your anxiety.

“I wanted to check if it was actually your dumb ass or Gojo trying to play with us” Maki spoke as a matter-of-factly, but you could feel her pulse tremble. “You scared me!” She sighed and pulled you in for a tight hug. You tensed from the surprise. As far as you knew, Maki Zen’in didn’t even hug her sister Mai, but in that context due to the last few months, she felt closer to you rather than to her.

“I promised I wasn’t going to die on you” You sighed, and gave into the embrace. The last everyone had seen of you was in an extremely injured state. For all they could know, you bled to death on the way up to your family home and no one would have found out. It was just a matter  of whether they were able to see you again or not.

As she let you go and patted the top of your head, you smiled shyly at the boy waiting patiently for your time. “Kelp” He greeted you quite enthusiastically. You realized he was smiling before he wrapped you in his arms. And with that he said everything his mouth couldn’t. Now more than ever, he wished to say everything that was going through his head. How much he missed you, how glad he was to see you well, among other things. But he couldn’t. He just hoped the tightness and warmth of that embrace transmitted it well enough.  

As you two separated, he just rested his hands on your shoulders, gazing into your eyes and scanning your face. Without any other word, he reached out to touch your hair, letting the choppy strands fall down as he released them. “Salmon” The hair you took so much pride on was gone. Chopped it all off after a side was affected in the attack, your mother was about to kill you when she saw the nervous wreck you were made after the uneven haircut.

The redness still not leaving your face, you chuckled “I’m glad you like it, Toge. I’m still not used to it” You touched the split ends and rubbed them between your fingertips before being unexpectedly lifted from your spot, making you laugh as Panda spun you around like a father playing with his child, stopping every once in a while to squeeze you in his arms. You laughed hysterically while flailing your limbs around, as Inumaki had his eyes blank, not appreciating you being snatched from him. Nevertheless, as the rest, he was more than happy to see you.

“That’s how you two should have greeted me!” You heard complaining from complained from afar, followed by the sound of a smack. 

“Come! You need to meet the first years!” Panda said as he set you down and walked ahead, taking your luggage with him. Inumaki leaned down and grabbed your backpack, offering his hand and giving you a warm, welcoming and knowing look. ‘I love you’.

#jujutsu kaisen #inumaki #inumaki toge #jjk inumaki #toge inumaki #inumaki x reader #10times1occ

[althcr]

it’s past 3am and insomnia strikes so let me ramble a bit about some comments i still see flung around. there are a bunch of people who really dislike rand still because he yelled back and questioned moiraine and because he was “mean” towards egwene during the second episode and that means he is now shitty forever. because how could you be mean to moiraine if she had saved the town, right?

but isn’t that also the point? certain missing book plot points aside, if we only take what we’ve seen so far in the show: rand wasn’t there when the town got attacked. he didn’t see moiraine and lan fight. sure, he was certainly told about it afterwards, but he still wasn’t there when it happened. he needs the whole night to return to the now half destroyed town and only sees the aftermath of the trolloc attack. and he is clearly already in a very shocked state when he arrives in the two rivers only to see even more destruction. (not going to go into more details about this, cause book spoilers.) even him questioning moiraine then and there makes sense given what he’s been through. the aes sedai arrives and trolloc attack soon after? logical reaction to ask her about it.

now let’s focus on the forest scene. they have been hunted by trollocs for days. turns out that yes, moiraine was right (and egwene reiterates that point too) and the trollocs did follow them when they left the two rivers. which would already shake you up. add the whole taren ferry situation to it and it also shows that moiraine and lan take no shit (also that they won’t take a “no” for an answer). sure we as viewers know (or do we >.>) that they both are trying to help because we’ve heard their conversations, but the characters don’t. they’ve heard stories and rumors about the dragon reborn, but also about aes sedai. they’re prejudiced, justified or not. and yes, once again, for the boys it’s a logical reaction to ask themselves what will happen to them. as rand states, for egwene there might be a place in tar valon, but what about the guys? what if one of them truly is the DR? i’d be scared shitless too. (also he just vomited up a bat in a dream and then woke up and saw the same bat laying in the same position next to him, indicating that it might not have been just a dream. like what a wtf moment in general.)

like i get it, for some people a man isn’t allowed to yell back at a woman. nuances and context don’t matter. it’s all black and white and you aren’t allowed to make any mistakes or be flawed in any way. complex situations where everyone is partially right but also partially wrong don’t exist. yes, i’m exaggerating, but i’m just trying to make a point. (also if you truly think like that, this show really won’t be for you.)

anyway, even without book knowledge, the way rand has reacted in that situation actually makes sense, but a lot of people who judge him for these moments forget that there were some scenes he wasn’t there for, things he hasn’t seen, knowledge he wasn’t privy to. i’m not even saying he was right and can do no wrong, all i’m saying is that i know some judge him in these situations too harshly.

i could go into his whole break up, fight and sort of coming back together with egwene, but i might just leave that off for another time. all i’m going to say about it for now is that it was very painfully human the way they both reacted. relationships are complicated and complex and to try and turn one person (in this situation) into the “sole villain” isn’t the right move.

#the wheel of time #wot on prime #wheel of time #rand al'thor #moiraine damodred #egwene al'vere #wot on prime spoilers #twot spoilers. #twot spoilers #wot meta. #in a way i suppose #my random wot ramblings. #listen i'm not the most eloquent person and idk if this all even makes sense #cause it's way past 3am #but i saw the scene again and i had feelings and these aren't even all of them #and i just wanted to voice it #it's okay if you disagree btw that's completely fine #my opinion isn't law

[chocochipsgirl]

salutations !!! i saw your native language was spanish AND you had your asks open? gold. anyways idk if you do like the little head cannon bullet boards but if you do (dont feel like you need to it's totally ok if you dont want to) could you do a (platonic) irl! tommy, (romantic for everyone else) karl, sapnap, and wilbur where their s/o(best friend in tommys case) is on the phone and they start speaking spanish???? and they boys didnt know so they're all like "hello????"

Platonic!tommy x reader / karl x reader / sapnap x reader / wilbur x reader

Notes: Hi!!! okay, this is such a good concept, hope you enjoy. i had fun writing this.

Request: yes!! :D

Summary: unknow from the others, you have some mexican relatives meaning that you are very fluent in spanish. they suddenly know that when you start speaking a perfect spanish in the middle of a call

tw: swearing a bit

tommy (platonic)

okay so

you and tommy have been friends for a while, but there’s a lot of you that he doesn’t know yet

he is fascinated with you, in his eyes, you’re so cool

not like he ever said that out loud 

and one day, he was streaming with you when you recibe a call from quackity

“ayooo, que tal estas mi persona enana favorita?”  (ayoo, how are you, my favorite dwarf person?)

“la puta madre quackity, no soy tan peque, todos ustedes son gigantes” (fucking hell quackity, I’m not that small, you are all gigants)

and tommy is like :0

after the call he yells “ y/n!! you speak spanish?! pog!”

of course, he ask you to teach him insults in spanish

you have a great time teaching him a lot of that

but also trick him into compliment people in spanish

let’s just say, you guys have a lot of fun

karl 

you have been dating this guy for very little time

but felt very inlove anyways

you were snuggling him like usual when you get a call from your aunt

“tía Guadalupe? que pasa?” (aunt guadalupe, what happened?)

he is kinda shocked of how he didn’t know sooner

“no tía, solo estoy con mi novio viendo películas” (no, I’m just with my boyfriend watching some movies)

suddenly your face heats up

“wh-wha- no! nada de eso! de verdad solo vemos películas” (no! nothing like that! we are really just watching movies)

he wonders what could possible said the person on the other side of the line to get you like that

when you finally end the call, he just looks at you

“love, who was that?”

“my aunt guadalupe, she invited me to spend holidays at her place”

“didn’t know you could speak spanish”

“oh, yeah, i have some mexican relatives”

“cool”

from that day, he tries his best to learn some spanish so he can say how much he loves you in a way he knows you’ll love

“hey y/n!”

“what?”

“te amo~” (i love you)

Sapnap

like Tommy, he was in the middle of a stream, but you were chilling in the background

you got a call, and you picked trying to keep your voice low so you don’t disturb his stream

“oh! javier! wey, tanto tiempo sin hablarte” (oh! javier! dude, so long since we last spoke)

now, sapnap wasn’t the type of dude to get jealous easily

or that’s what he wanted to belive

but hearing you speak so bubbly even though he didn’t know who you were talking to or what were you speaking about made him kinda insecure

“si... el me hace realmente feliz” (yeah, he makes me really happy)

that was it, loking at you with that blush in your face was the last straw, he needed some cuddles and some love to remind himself you’re his

“hey guys I’m gonna end the stream here, I’m kinda tired”

however, his friends realizes his upset tone, so after stream they asking him about it

“dude, you okay? you sound mad”

“yeah, yeah, I’m gonna go now” and before they could said anything else, he left

seeing him come to you, you quickly end the call

“ hey, me tengo que ir, te llamo luego ” (hey, i gotta go, call you later)

“ love, who was that? “

“ my friend javier, he is from mexico and his english sucks so we talk in spanish ”

he throws himself on the bed next to you and starts cuddling

“hey, what’s wrong? yo look sad ”

he groans “ I didn’t know you could speak spanish, I though you always lived in the usa ”

“ yeah, but my parents still taught me, and also I spend summer at my grandma’s, now baby, what’s wrong? ”

he hesitates for a second, but comunication is the key, right?

“ it’s just... it kinda makes me jealous when you talk to other boys and I don’t know what are you talking about... I know, it’s a bit toxic and- ”

you shut him up with a kiss

“babe, don’t worry, it was just a friend, and we were talking about you and how much I love you ”

“ oh ”

he doesn’t gets jelaous anymore when you talk to javier

Wilbur

you were just hanging out, him playing you some of his newest songs when you recibe a call

“hello? oh, hola lucas! como esta mi primo favorito? ” (hello? oh, hi lucas! how is my favorite cousing doing?)

he looks surprised

you speak spanish? and also, you speak fluent spanish?

is there anything you don’t do perfectly?

he let’s you speak for as long as you want

when you are done, he stares at you

“ when did you learn to speak so fluently spanish? ”

“ since I was a child, I got a lot of mexican relatives ”

he asks you to sing in spanish, he just really loves your voice and likes when you speak spanish, it’s like a siren song

his favorite is songs are the ones from cuco, cause he gets to hear both english and spanish and although he can’t fully understand what you are saying, he gets context and is really happy about it

this man is just so in love.

#karl jacobs #karl x reader #tommyinnit #platonic!tommy x reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #i forgot to put the tags #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt #bullet fic #fanfiction