#looking forward to the wedding!! <333

[reachthezeneth]

Absolutely blessed to know @buy-me-a-color-tv ! Like I just randomly text her, "phonecall?" and same night. Phonecall. Talk about our weekend. Talk about our love lives. Talk about how I shouldn't be trusted to text drunk.

#ina tag!! <3 #phone calls are one of my love language #also she's like the only one that is v supportive about my love life. which is like i get why others aren't lol #but makes it fun to text her when something™ happens #looking forward to the wedding!! <333 #this post is like a day late bc I've just been emo about it lol

[seeingivy]

labyrinth

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

remember this speak now fic. now reimagine it, except YOU'RE the one getting stood up at the wedding. and then you meet your ridiculous neighbor and fall in love in an elevator months later.

an: I believe it was my beloved @satoruhour who asked me if I could do labyrinth for taylor as gojo! and here I am <333 truly one of my favorites on midnights that makes me so, so emotional I could vomit. anyways, enjoy pookies

--

You think Suguru Getou is beautiful. On all days, both blatantly and inconspicuously, absolutely and wholeheartedly. When he wakes up in the morning with a messy mop of hair on his forehead, when he slides into your shared apartment with a surprise bouquet of flowers, and when he gives you a cheeky wink every time you're both done screaming at each other after arguments.

Suguru Getou is the first person you’ve loved. The only person you’ll love. He burns hot, bright - like the gazing sun, opening a locked cage you weren’t aware of until he handed you the key. Opening a spur of emotions - intense, extreme, fierce, and great. 

It all builds up to this. You and him - at this altar together, despite it all. That every rotten part of you is okay, because Suguru knows and looks past it. That nothing can chase him away, because you’ve weathered it down. It’s your turn - to settle down and it's in the palm of your hands. 

Under the palely lit lamps, on this day, Suguru Getou has outdone himself. He’s gorgeous. His hair is nicely tamed back at the nape of his neck, his pink boutonniere pinned to his perfectly crisp suit, and a bright, soft smile on his face as you both beam at each other at the altar. 

“In tradition, this is the moment to speak. Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” 

You look at Suguru and laugh - a moment the two of you left in the ceremony as a mere joke - as you look out at the stands. You both joked that one of your friends, like Haibara or Shoko, would stand up to make their last ditch efforts before you two got to continue forward to your vows. 

You turn your head to the side to give Shoko a wink, flirt with her one last time to get her to do it. Except when you catch sight of her, she has a horrified look plastered on her face. And when you scan the crowd, the same look is mirrored on everyone’s faces. Your mom, the girl you were best friends with in sixth grade, your neighbor from down the street, Haibara. 

That’s when you see her standing there. In her pale blue dress, hands shaking as she talks. 

“I’m-I’m not the kind of girl who does this and I-I don’t mean to barge in on such a big day but-” 

You feel your heart sink into your chest, the warmth and heat - any shred of elation, joy, bliss you were feeling mere seconds ago draining from your chest. You know what’s coming next. 

“But you’re not the kind of guy who marries the wrong girl, Suguru. You-it’s always been you and me. It’s never going to be anyone for me but you. And I know it's the same for you too." 

You swallow hard as you push your palms hard into the stems of the bouquet. You can feel your cheeks burning again - except in embarrassment this time. 

Does the preacher say something? Is Suguru supposed to say no? Is he even- 

You turn over to look at him, his hazel eyes moving to meet yours, the look on his face so blank, so foreign from the boy you’ve known for the past two years that you can barely recognize him. 

“Can we talk?” he whispers, nervously eyeing the crowd. You swallow hard, like burning acid is running down your esophagus and give a halfhearted nod. He takes your hand, giving you the tiniest of smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes, as you two nearly sprint down the aisle past where Hana is still standing, tears streaming down her eyes. 

He slams the doors shut behind him as the crowd breaks out into loud chatter behind you, shameful, humiliating tears falling onto your perfectly powdered cheeks. 

“Y/N. I-” 

Through the messy blur of tears, when you squint your eyes, you see it. Suguru Getou is beautiful. At all times, but not right now. His face is filled with shame, his shoulders hunched over, and his usual calm, delicate manner all haphazard, panicked. He’s fidgeting with his hands, pacing back and forth, words carelessly falling out of his mouth under his breath. 

“You-you want to go, don’t you?” you ask, your voice a mere whisper in the air. 

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, stifling your sob into the fabric as his shirt as aimless apologies fall out of his mouth, his once warm hands, scalding - burning your arms. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was going to do that and I would never mean to do it like this. But-but I was standing there and I saw her and it kind of ca-came together-” 

“Did you know?” you ask.

“I didn’t even know she was com-” 

“Did you know you loved her still?” you ask, your voice more firm. 

He looks at you, eyes narrowed, before looking down at his hands, twisting the rings you were supposed to exchange in a few minutes in his hands. And you suppose this reaction - Suguru Getou’s silence, his first time being something other than beautiful is answer enough. 

Ten minutes later, he walks past you - your sister, the nanny you grew up with, your college best friends - hand in hand with Hana as they nearly run out cheesing, his initial despair left replaced with bliss as he leaves you in your white dress. 

And you know that out of the infinite moments of your life, it’ll always boil down to this one. That you’ll be getting over this - how tasteless, how cruel, how evil the situation truly is. 

After a month of being encouraged by people to move forward, to bounce back, you do it in the way people don’t expect. You move away. And three months after the fact, when your pain is still raw in your chest, you meet Satoru Gojo. 

--

You lean against the wall of the elevator, pressing the faded star button, as you scroll through your errands on your phone - buy paint, email landlord, mail ring. 

Mail ring. 

You reach into your bag, the thought of it possessing a sudden will to see it. You yank it out and press your coffee into the crook of your elbow, focusing on the jewelry - a silver band with a pear shaped diamond in the middle. The ring Suguru’s mom wore when she was married to his dad. The one you were supposed to wear when he married you. 

Suguru asked you to mail it back last night. A roundabout way of course - initially filled with concern, deeply sincere and rehearsed apologies, before cutting to the chase. And you question the thought process.

You break up with your first love. Date another girl for two years. Get engaged, plan an entire wedding, walk to the altar. Just to stand up and walk away, because it’s always been her. 

And a mere three months later, reach out to ask for the ring back, because he has to propose. Again. 

You ponder your options, in earnest. Granted, you’re definitely in the anger stage of your grieving process, corny terms used by your corny therapist, who is trying her best. 

One. Mail it back. Tell them to go to hell. 

Two. Throw it into the ocean and say you lost it. And then tell them to go to hell. 

Three. Don’t respond and pawn the ring for a decent amount of money. Use the fortune to send an ungodly amount of ominous letters to their house, telling them to go to hell. 

The elevator bell rings, stopping five floors short of the lobby, as two kids and a tall, pale haired man shuffle in. You give the three of them a polite smile as you slide to the side, opening up the space for them. 

“It’s female rage, Gojo.” 

“Female rage? I thought using the word female was bad, Tsumiki.” 

“It is. But not here.” 

“So if I use female as an adjective it’s not a bad thing?” 

The girl, barely thirteen you’re guessing, groans in frustration as she approaches the shorter boy, who is quietly leaning against the wall with his nose stuck in his video game. 

“Megumi. Tell Gojo he’s being stupid.” she states.

He looks up at the two of them, giving a soul shattering glare, before nudging her to the side. 

“On a good day, you’re both objectively stupid.” 

She rolls her eyes as she shoves him, muttering how annoying he is under her breath. And now they’re both shoving each other, pushing harder with each consecutive push before the boy bumps into you. You land against the wall and drop your latte all over your clothes, the cold liquid staining your white button down shirt. 

You groan, knowing you’ll have to go back up and change because the stain is so blatant, putting a pin in your errands and heading to work. You look up to find the pale haired man, blue eyes widely staring into yours, as he starts profusely apologizing. 

“I’m so sorry. We- I’ll pay for your dry cleaning. You know. Kids. They were raised in a barn.” 

“We were both raised by you.” they deadpan. 

You sigh, lifting the wet cloth off of your shirt as you look up at him, waving your hand in the air. 

“Ah. It’s okay, it happens. It’s no problem.” 

“No really. We insist. And-and problem solved. You can take my shirt instead!” he says, brightly smiling at you. 

You frown, looking up at him. 

“You’re like six feet tall.” 

“I’m actually six three.” he responds, winking.

You stare at him since he’s now unbuttoning his shirt as the elevator keeps moving down, and hands it to you. It’s pale blue and definitely too big for you, but he literally grabs your hand and places it into your palm, giving you a boyish smile. 

That’s when you take your moment to indiscreetly ogle him. For three reasons. First, he’s a stranger who just stripped in the elevator. Surely, a nutcase. Or a sex offender. Two, he’s smiling at you like he’s the sun. And three - he’s ripped. Like full on, toned Greek God ripped. 

“Do you want a picture? It’ll last longer.” 

“What? No- I wasn’t even looking. And-and take your shirt back. Who just takes their shirt off in an elevator? This isn’t going to fit me and I’ll look like a rodeo clown with this on and-” 

He laughs as he takes the shirt from your hands, holding open the sleeves as he instructs you to stick your arms in. You shake your head, which he rolls his eyes at, as he drapes the shirt around your shoulders, moving forward to pull your hair out of the collar. 

“You talk a lot, stranger.” 

“Huh?” 

“You. You talk a lot. Just put the shirt on properly and tuck it in - it’s like oversized and female fashion or whatever.” he responds. 

“Quit saying female. You sound like a pervert. And you look like one too.” the boy responds, rolling her eyes. 

The elevator door slides open, the lobby bustling in front of you. You shuffle out of the doors, yanking his shirt around your wrists as you adjust it on your frame. You turn your head to find him absent from your side, the three of them still standing in the elevator. 

“Are you not getting out?” 

“Miss me already?” 

“What? No. No, I just- you bothered me the entire way down and you’re not even getting out?” 

“Have to go get a shirt. I gave mine up for a pretty girl.” he responds, winking again, as the elevator doors close in front of you. 

--

Five days later, you muster up the courage to mail the ring. It’s packed into an envelope, sans words or writing, because if Suguru gave you silence at the end, he doesn’t deserve your words at the end either. 

You lean against the elevator, twisting over the envelope in your hands, as you feel the sweat sticking on your palms, ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest that it’s really all over. 

It should be the end. But every sinking, disgusting part of that moment - the eyes on you, your family nearby, your dress made to perfection - make you think that you’ll be getting over this your whole life. That you’ll never move forward. And why should you?

The door stops, five floors short of your stop, and the same guy - the pale haired one from a few days prior springs in, a wide smile crossing his face as he sees you in the elevator. He leans against the wall with you, so close that you can smell his cologne - musky and fresh. 

“Hi stranger. How was the shirt?” he asks. 

“I don’t like the color you’re wearing. Please don’t take it off because I don't want it.” 

“I was asking about the shirt from a few days ago. Not the one right now. Though if you’re doing a reverse psychology thing, I’m more than happy to oblige.” he responds, laughing. 

You feel your cheeks burn at misunderstanding, reaching up to fidget with the ends of your hair as the elevator keeps moving down. The two of you stay in silence, the consecutive beep on each floor seemingly getting louder until it lands on one. 

You make your move to walk out of the elevator, except he’s blocking the entrance and very aggressively pressing the button that closes the door. 

“What? Hey, I was getting off on that st-” 

“You were getting off at that stop. And now you’re not.” he responds, pressing the shiny button marking the eleventh floor. 

You cross your hands across your chest, glaring bullets into this idiot's face. 

“Is it asshole day? What’s your problem?” you ask. 

“I need a favor. And I’ve been trying to catch you in the elevator for five days now and only just found you. Who knnows how much longer it would be until I saw you again?” 

“So you couldn’t ask like a normal person? You just had to trap me in here.”

“Obviously.” 

You groan as you lean against the wall, watching the floors beep as they go up again. 

“So what do you want, stranger?” 

“I’m glad you asked. And it’s Gojo. My kids - you met them the other day - I’m trying to do that whole touchy-feely thing with them so they open up more. And they’re learning how to apologize this week, stranger.” 

“So you want me to come so they can apologize to me? And it’s Y/N.” 

“Y/N.” 

“Huh?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to say it. But yeah, just make something up about how that day was really bad for you or something so that they feel even worse and sincerely apologize.” 

You glare at him as the doors open and he grabs your wrist as he leads you down the hallway. 

“Lying is all touchy feely and perfect for processing your feelings right?” you ask, sarcastically. 

“Of course! I’m so glad you get it.” 

You glare as he sticks his key in the door and then standing behind you, two hands on your back as he pushes you in. The two kids are sitting at the table, the girl with her nose stuck in a book and the boy flicking through his video games again. 

You give the two of them a smile as Gojo holds out the chair for you, taking the seat at your left. 

“Hi guys. I’m Y/N. Gojo tells me that you both have something you want to talk to me about.” you say, giving the two of them bright smiles. 

“Megumi. And he’s forcing us to apologize to you. I personally think he should be giving you an apology for getting naked in an elevator and then waiting for hours going up and down to find you again.” he deadpans. 

You turn your head to Gojo. Hours? You mouth. He profusely denies the claim by shaking his head, signaling for you to turn back to Tsumiki. You nod, turning to her. 

“I’m Tsumiki. Uh. What do I do first? Oh- OH. I just want to ask if there’s anything you want to tell me about what happened the other day. Like how it made you feel or whatever.” 

You try your best to conceal your smile at her bluntness, focusing on what Gojo had asked you to do. 

“Well, thank you for asking Tsumiki. In all honesty, that day was…not an easy one for me. It started out pretty rough, like a lot of days do lately and” 

You pause, thinking back to that moment. Of that morning - when you couldn’t make your bed perfectly, the sheets still wrinkled, the coffee not tasting just right, struggling to find an outfit and settling for whatever was closest, and that god forsaken sparkly ring. You can feel your eyes burning, your vision blurring as you clear your throat. 

“I-I was going to do something that was really hard for me. I-I got engaged. I mean I was engaged and I actually almost got married. Like, walking all the way down the aisle and white dress married. And then I didn’t. And then I-I moved here because everything there reminded me of it and the guy, god that idiot, called me and asked me to send the ring back. And-and he wants it because he wants to use it for the girl who stood up at our wedding. And yeah, I get it, they’re happy and whatever and they want to get married as soon as possible, but god, it-it’s just humiliating to have the same thing happen twice and for things to move forward so fast when I’m still stuck there, you know?” 

You feel one of your tears fall straight onto your hand, suddenly aware that you’re crying in this stranger's house and you’ve said too much to a fourteen year old who's supposed to be learning how to apologize. You look up to find the three of them staring at you - eyes wide and pinched expressions on their faces.

“You got stood up at your own wedding?” 

“Tsumiki. That’s rude.” Gojo responds. 

“It’s okay. Yeah, I did.” you respond, waving him off. He looks wildly uncomfortable at the entire thing - probably because he's one of those emotionally repressed guys whose never seen a girl cry. 

“Please tell me you did something crazy when it happened. Like screamed or something, oh my god.” she asks, excitement filling her face. 

“Tsumiki.” 

“Um. Well, I think I technically broke a bunch of candelabras? Does that count?” 

“What?!” she asks, her excitement only growing as she takes your hands into hers. 

“Well, after the two of them left together, I went back in. And everyone was trying to console me and whatever and I don’t know it was just weird. Irritating. So I was trying to gesture them all to move away and I accidentally knocked down the candelabras lining the aisle. Except they were all so close together that I pushed one and then they all went falling.” 

She leans back in her chair, mimicking the motion as she turns to Megumi, the two of them discussing how loud it probably was. Gojo’s leaning onto the table, cheeks resting against his palms, as he stares at the two of them, a soft smile on his face. 

“Tsumiki. Megumi. You forgot something.” 

“Oh. Oh! Right. We’re sorry for what we did, really. That day must have been bad and you were probably just stuck thinking about how lonely and lame the entire situation is, like really it’s got to be depressing on so many levels and-” 

“Tsumiki.” 

“Sorry. Again. For making a bad day worse. And for bringing it up again. But for what it’s worth, I think you’re really cool. And he’s lame. Like most men, obviously.” she says. 

“Cool, huh? I’ve never had someone describe my situation as cool, Tsumiki.” 

“That’s because you probably know idiots. You’re like the main character of a really cool movie, where you like commit a murder or create a heist or something.” she says, jumping out of her seat as Megumi follows her into the kitchen, the two of them giggling about spies. 

You turn to Gojo, giving him a half smile as the two of you watch them in the kitchen. 

“You know when I said to make up a story, you didn’t have to add that much detail.” 

“What? Oh. That was all real.” 

He puts a hand on your head, awkwardly patting your hair as he gives you a weird look. 

“Ah. Sorry? My bad. That really sucks, babygirl.” 

You laugh at the utter awkwardness of the moment, at this gangly idiots' efforts to console you. You’ve seen every effort of comfort in the past three months - the awkward pinched smiles from your moms friends, your angry friends promising to egg his house, the half glass full righteous parents telling you that everything you lose is a step you take. But you’ve never seen this. 

“Gojo. Were you raised in a barn? What’s wrong with you?” 

“Sue me. I’ve never had a friend get stood up at her own wedding. What do you even say to that?” 

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if ‘that really sucks babygirl’ is where I would start.” 

“My bad. Please let me know your preferred term of endearment and I’ll do better next time.” 

You give him a smile as he leads you to the kitchen, splitting the only thing he has in his fridge - an eight foot white sheet cake - with you as you both smile at each other over the counter. 

--

You sit in the stands next to Gojo and Megumi, the three of you splitting a bag of skittles as you watch Tsumiki walk up to the plate. You’re not sure how you ended up here, exactly. The timeline gets muddled in your head. Because that apology led to you returning the next day to show Tsumiki a video of you breaking the candelabras. 

Then you were eating dinner with them the next day, all fancy and so that Tsumiki could knock over some candelabras of her own. Then Megumi wanted to do a deep clean of the apartment the next day, which you helped with. And then you picked them up from school when Gojo was stuck in traffic and then he drove all the way to your job with an umbrella so you wouldn’t have to walk home in the rain and then you just saw him all the time.

And now you’re here, at Tsumiki’s softball game. She’s an aggressive player, the metal making loud cracking sounds against the ball when she hits, her determination to run off even faster.

“Gojo.” 

“Hm, pumpkin?” 

“Gross. 3/10.” 

“Pumpkin is a 3/10 but sugar is a 5/10? You’re ridiculous.” 

Ever since Gojo’s babygirl line, he’s been testing out different endearments as he talks to you. You give him a rating out of ten, which he is always offended by. 

“Sugar is like old money. Leather jackets, slicked back hair, Danny Zuko.” 

“Danny Zuko is ugly. I’m way hotter than him.” 

“Anyways. Do you ever think that Tsumiki is a little…intense? I mean, I don’t know she’s all about rage and the thrill and exhilaration and that’s okay but-” 

He frowns, looking out at her - a determined, intense expression pressed on her face at second base. 

“I guess. But, that’s just because of everything that’s happened. She-she’s used to being so smiley and carefree all the time. And I told her that when she’s with me and us, that she doesn’t have to be anymore if she feels the need to be. And I guess letting go of that, letting everything out is intense for her. And she’s just trying to feel it all.” 

You put your hand on his knee and squeeze, giving him a smile as you look out at her too. 

“I get it. I used to feel that way when….you know. I guess I just thought it was right to do it the intense way, to fight, to love like a knife, like a closed fist. That if I argued and felt and did all these things as intensely as I could, it would be right.” 

He puts his hand on your knee now and squeezes, leaning his head against yours. Tsumiki sprints two bases, scoring a goal as she jumps up and down - her chest heaving up and down from panting. The two of you instantly jump up, hands locked together as you jump up and down just like her and excitedly cheer her name. Over the cheering, he responds, eyes still focused on her high-fiving all her teammates.

“I get what you’re saying. But, I don’t want her to think about love that way. It would kill me if she did. I want her to feel these intense feelings but love should be soft. It shouldn’t be a war, it should be a home. I don’t want her to ever have to fight for it, I want it to creep up on her - build a place in her heart that always stays there. Don’t you agree, pookie?” 

You turn to him, glaring at him through his stupid light blue sunglasses. One of the best things about being friends with Gojo? That he so earnestly, so deeply wants the best for Tsumiki and Megumi that it makes your heart hurt. That his love for them is so unconditional, that you just want to witness it - have the sweetness rub off of you. 

He makes two sets of dinner each night, because they’re both picky eaters. And every time you tell him to just be more firm, to sit them down and make them eat it, he refuses. Because the thought that either of them would be so stubborn that they wouldn’t eat dinner at all and go to bed hungry is worse than taking the time to make two sets of food. One now, because you always make the other. 

He makes Tsumiki watch documentaries about famous female figures - politicians, music artists, writers. Tsumiki’s well versed in every feat of women - from Taylor Swift’s sold out shows to Jane Austens’ impact as a romance writer.  He goes out of his way to make sure that she has positive female role models, to try his best to give her things that he can’t blatantly offer. He loves them so much. He loves so much. It’s truly the best thing about him. 

The second? That he takes something serious but still manages to make you laugh at the end. 

“Pookie, Gojo? Really? That’s a 0/10. You can do better than that.” 

--

“The reservation is under Gojo. It should be two rooms, connected. Four queens.” you say, tapping your knuckles against the counter as Gojo ushers Megumi to the bathroom - who has been complaining of a very full bladder the entire drive down. 

The four of you had come down to the closest beach town for Christmas and Megumi's birthday, planning to spend a few days in the area until the new year rang in. The woman hands you two keycards and you give her a smile as you wait by the elevator for the two of them to return. 

Six floors later and the four of you are pushing into your rooms, Tsumiki and Megumi immediately flopping on the beds and eating the little chocolates placed on the pillows as you and Gojo roll your eyes. 

You unlock the connecting door and push your bag through to find one king bed in yours and Gojo’s room as Gojo joins you at his side. He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin shoulder as you both groan. 

“Fuck. No blanket hogging, snookums.” 

“Disgusting. Negative ten, Gojo.” 

He immediately plops his things down onto the left side of the bed and you land on the right, setting out your chargers and taking off your jewelry as you hop into the shower. Eight months ago, you would have been so opposed and appalled at the affair - having to share a bed with Gojo - but you’ve honestly seen too much of him now that it doesn’t phase you. 

Granted, when you met him, he literally took his shirt off. But you're so casual now that the boundary of sharing a bed is virtualy nothing. And you've literally done it before.

You get ready in the bathroom while Gojo takes a shower, despite the fact that he’s literally naked a few feet away. You’ve shared his bed when you end up staying too late - because you’re not breaking your back by sleeping on the floor and neither is he. He eats from your plate because you never finish his own and you always steal sips of his coffee even when you say you don’t want one. 

One time he used your toothbrush by accident. That however, the two of you never moved past. 

You pad into the bathroom, filling up the room with a decent amount of steam as you fill up your scalding shower and indulge yourself in all the fancy bath soaps and salts in the shower. Leaving with muscles soothed and pruney fingers, you towel your hair up and throw on your sweats to nestle into the clean sheets. Gojo’s now sitting on the right side, lazily flicking through the channels. 

“Gojo. I was on the right.” 

“Yeah, my bad. I realized I totally claimed a side first. I know you hate sleeping by the window because you’re convinced some big bad man is going to come steal you. Now he can come get me!” 

You look over at your side table, the things you set up before now switched to your side. They're all laid out perfectly, the way you had left the, except on the opposite nightstand.

“Gojo?” 

“Hm?” 

“How’d you know how to put my stuff like this?” 

“Huh?” 

“The chargers. The jewelry.” 

“Oh. Just noticed that’s all. You spend like a few minutes every night before you go to sleep making sure it’s all right. That your chargers aren’t tangled, the rings and earrings are together and stuff. Just figured I’d put it that way so you wouldn’t have to.” 

You smile, cheeks warm at the thought of Gojo paying attention enough to notice that you do that and going as far as doing it for you. After he remembered your irrational fear of getting murked in the night and moved when he didn’t have to. Granted, Gojo’s thoughtfulness is always one of the things you’ve loved most about him. 

. 

. 

. 

Oh.

Oh. 

You look over at him, knees hiked to his chest, messy white hair and that loose old t-shirt on his frame as he pokes through your stash of snacks. His eyes are so intensely focused on the movie - Danny Zuko dancing on the screen in Grease - as he nervously fidgets with his knuckles like he always does. 

No. No no no no no no no no no no. 

You’re falling in love. You’re falling in love with Satoru Gojo, you’re falling in love again and you shouldn't be.

Gojo looks over at you, bored blue eyes immediately filling with concern as he jumps up, arms resting falling against your biceps. You bring your fists to your eyes, wiping away the tears, trying to push them down as he whispers, softly broaching the subject. 

“Hey. You okay? The fake burglar scared you that badly?” 

You snort through your tears as he squeezes your arms.

Fuck. You’re down bad. Down horrendous. That joke wasn’t even funny and it made you snort. 

“What’s wrong, my little tater tot?” 

“Five.” 

“I thought that was at least a seven. You love tater tots.” he whispers, tucking you into the crook of his neck as he rubs small circles into your back, his soft voice vertebrates through his chest. 

What happened? When did you get like this? When did you start sharing beds and leaving a toothbrush and a spare pair of clothes at his place? 

Why-why is every part of you open with him? Why do you want to open it for him? 

You can’t. You just can’t. 

“Y/N.” 

“Yeah?” you murmur into the clothed fabric of his shirt. 

“Words please. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” 

You crumple the fabric of his shirt in your fists, burying down every feeling - overwhelming, endearing, warm and bright - and lie through your teeth. 

“Nothing. I-I just remembered. It’s Suguru’s birthday.” 

He pulls you out of his arms, bringing up his hands to your cheeks, as he gives you a lopsided small. 

“Sucks. Want me to kill him?”

“Obviously.” 

“Consider it done.” 

You smile as he lets go, dragging you back onto the bed with him. And you both watch the movie - you swooning over Danny Zuko and Gojo telling you that he’s way hotter than him the entire time - until you somehow end up nestled in his arms in the dark, his soft sleep breaths lulling you to sleep. 

You're screwed.

--

You and Gojo pad down to the little restaurant the hotel has the next morning, leaving a very grumpy Tsumiki and so fast asleep he’s nearly dead Megumi in their beds. You and Gojo opt for a booth, sitting on the same side, as you look through the menu. 

“Splitsies?” 

“Huh?” 

“Splitsies. You pick the savory, I’ll pick the sweet, okay?” 

You nod, cheeks burning as you look through the menu at the implication, trying your best not to focus on your legs pressed together, his hand so casually placed on thigh like it’s second nature.

It is second nature, he does it all the time. But should he, if he’s just your friend? 

Your friend that you’re in love with? 

“And for you, ma’am?” 

“Oh. Um-” 

You scan your eyes down the menu and pick the first thing listed, eggs benedict, earning a weird smile from Gojo as they walk away with your order. 

“Okay, my little eggs benedict. You’re paying because you hogged the blanket all night.” 

“Three. Unoriginal. And you literally stopped my circulation at one point, so you pay.” 

“Ugh. The things you do for love.” he responds, eyes focused on the window to his left.

“Excuse me?” 

Gojo looks over at you, a weird expression in his eyes. And you feel your eyes widen when you realize this is another one of Gojo’s jokes - like when he calls you his wife, says that you’re both two parents roughing it through the world - and feel the embarrassment rush to your cheeks as you bury your face into the drinks menu. 

He slides his arm around your shoulder, whispering into your ears with a smirk. 

“It’s eight in the morning. Are we really going to drink right now?” 

We. 

“Sh-shut up. I was just looking.” 

“What’s wrong with you? You’re being all squirrely and weird.” 

“No, I’m not. Yo-you’re being weird. You fucking pervert, always going on about some we this, wifey this shit.” 

He drops his hands on the table, squinting at you like he’s trying to discern the writing on your face. And after a few seconds his face lights up, replaced by a devious smirk that you absolutely hate. 

“What, Gojo?” 

“You just realized, didn’t you?” 

“Realized what?” 

“That you love me.” he states, matter of factly. 

You feel your jaw drop as you stare at him, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as you feel your cheeks burn, his closeness to you making you even more embarrassed. At him saying that, so bluntly.

“I don’t love you, Gojo.” 

“Oh, you totally do. Is that what you were crying about last night? Overwhelmed with your love for me?” 

Satoru Gojo. Fucking mindreader. 

“No. No, I don’t- I can’t-” you mutter, hands in your face as the entire thing bubbles out, your big secret wide open. 

You can’t love Gojo. You just loved Suguru. And you don’t love anyone like you love Suguru and you shouldn't with what happened and

Satoru puts a hand on your head, ruffling your hair. 

“Y/N. Just, stop panicking. I'm teasing. You don’t have to be all embarrassed and figure out what it means that right away. You-you have a lot of baggage that comes with feeling like this. I’m guessing your first line of defense is to run off or push me away, so I can’t do to you what Suguru did. But - just calm down, okay? Eat eggs benedict and french toast with me and then drive along the coast.” 

You stare at him, his expression so calm, so serene at something so serious that it’s off putting. 

“Can you do that for me? It is my birthday, you know?” 

"Your birthday was like three weeks ago."

"Yeah but it's still my month. You have to give in."

You nod at which he gives a bright smile, squishing your cheeks with his hand as the plates get placed in front of you. You both tangle your arms, the entire elephant you just spilled out ignored, as you share your plates of breakfast. 

“Do you like the food, my little strawberry?” 

“Yes. And that was a 8/10, not bad.” 

“That was horrible. You're blinded by love already.” 

--

The entire thing twists into a maze in your mind. A labyrinth of every moment you’ve ever shared with Gojo, with Suguru, with every complex feeling that comes with love - picking up the kids from school, him brushing your hair for fun, comparing hand sizes, doing a staring contest but instead just admiring each other's eyes.

Which is why when you come back out from your day with Tsumiki and Megumi, tuck them both into bed, and end back up in your room, you’re so anxious it’s all tumbling out of your mouth. 

“Gojo.” 

“Yes?” 

“I can’t do this. This thing- I-I can’t do this. I want to go home. Can I go home?” 

“What? Are you okay, you-” 

He stands up, leaning forward to press his hands against your cheeks but you immediately back away, flinching away from his touch. He frowns, the motion catching him off guard, as he steps back. 

“You want to go home? I mean, I can wake the kids and take you now but-” 

“No, no. I want to go alone, I don’t want you there, this is all a lot and-” 

“Y/N. I said not to think about that. You-stop thinking it into this big thing it’s not.” 

You crouch down onto the ground, hiking your knees to your chest as you cry into your bones, the tears spilling down the side of your legs. You can feel the sobs racking out of your chest and Gojo’s arms holding you still, the presence you’ve relied on for the past eight months burning you.

“Y/N.” 

“Gojo.” 

“Are you scared I don’t love you back? I- you know I do right?” 

You look up at him, blue eyes widening in shock as he pulls you into his arms properly, squeezing hard. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you for a while. Don’t- don’t doubt it okay because I do. And-” 

“It’s not that.” you whisper. 

He pulls back again, hands resting against your cheeks - which you allow this time - as he frowns. He nods lightly, signaling for you to talk as he rubs his fingers back and forth on your cheeks, the touch soothing. 

“I’m scared that I love you.” 

“Hey. I’m not that bad.” 

You laugh, which makes him smile, as he lightly applies pressure to your cheeks. 

“I’m scared because I don’t know how to do it when it’s like this. I-I handed my heart over and someone broke it and if you do that, I can’t-

“I’m not going to do that.” he responds, voice firm. 

“You love soft, Satoru. You- there’s so many parts of me that are hard, my heart is all rough and calloused over and yours is soft and perfect. I love like a knife, like a battle, like it’s a war and I’m fighting for my life. You love like it’s the air you breathe, like you’re watering flowers and building a home. You-you don’t want to love me when I don’t know how to do that and I’m like this and you should just leave when you can. I’m like a labyrinth, a big jumbled mess that you’ll have to spend forever figuring out.” 

He sighs, eyes clenched shut and shoulders tensed up. 

“Y/N. You contradict yourself in every sentence and it pisses me off.” 

“What?” 

“You’re right. I love like it’s air I breathe, like I’m watering flowers and building a home. I’ve been building ours for months now and you really think I’m going to walk out of here because it’s not perfect? I knew this was what I was getting into and I wanted it.” 

You can feel your ears ringing, tears rising in your eyes because you know whatever he says next is going to inevitably make you sob. 

“Gojo. You, it’s a mess up here. I can't do that to you.” you whisper, tapping your forehead. 

“A mess to you, right now. Nothing about you is a mess to me. There-there’s so much that’s happened, that’s twisted all these things that are supposed to be good into bad. But just-just work with me here, okay? We’ll untwist them. We’ll make your labyrinth into a nice little garden with a pond, okay? 

You push your face into his shirt, his heart pounding against your ears, as he wraps his arms around you again. 

“You want a garden and a pond in our litte love house?” you whisper.

“Yeah. Megumi always stares at flowers when we walk to school, I think we should do gardening when we move out of the apartments. And we can sit there together, you know?” 

“Yeah.” you whisper. 

“Are you letting me?” 

“Letting you what?” 

“In. In here and here.” he says, pointing to your head and then your heart, which is violently thumping. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I am.” 

He leans forward, pressing the softest kiss to your forehead, before whispering a soft thank you in your hair. You cry a great deal more, his soft words soothing you down, until you’re tangled under the sheets together, every part of your body vibrating with what just happened. 

“Go to bed, my love. We have to get up early tomorrow.”

You turn to the other side and he snakes his arms around your waist, his breath tickling the back of your neck. 

“Satoru.” 

“Hm?” 

“My love? It’s ten out of ten.” you whisper. 

You feel him press a kiss to the back of your neck before you both fall asleep, the warmth enveloping you in the deepest rest you’ve ever had.

--

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[darkestspring]

Daemon would be breathing fire as Aegon confronts him, holding the bloody sheets, stained with his daughters maidenhead. Out of the corner of his eyes he can see his daughter scared amd worried she did something wrong. She meekly tells her father she loves Aegon and he said this was the only way they could be together.

i couldn't help myself, here you go anon <333

It's the guards that bring Aegon and his daughter to his and rhaenyra's room. His anger is vivid as the bloodied sheets are tossed before him by the white haired boy.

"Do you know what you've done, boy?" His jaw twitches as do his hands, all he wants to do is wrap them around the neck of the boy who defiled his angel.

His daughter stood behind aegon, looking nervous as she looked between her father and aegon.

"I've been denied too many times, uncle." Aegon doesn't even hide his smile as his eyes are dark, completely content. "I will have her. Whoever dares to take her from me will find themselves in Sunfyre's jaws. She's been mine since our eyes locked and she'll be mine even after death."

"Give her to me, I'll wed her as she is, I'll make her my bride. I'll protect her from everything. I'll marry her in the valyrian tradition if she wants it."

God, now he knows what Viserys felt all those years ago.

"We're in love." His beloved daughter speaks up, her voice quiet and her lip quivers but she takes hold of aegon's hand. "Please father, please cousin. Aegon and I are in love." She pleads and aegon brings her closer, his dark eyes glaring into Daemon's angry ones.

"Darling." Rhaenyra touches daemon's arm. "Her honor has been sullied, it is already too late. They must marry." She insists, sending her step-daughter a small smile. "There is no other choice."

Daemon takes a step forward with a clenched jaw. "I'm not doing this for you, I don't give a shit about the love you think you have for my daughter, she's my pride and joy. The second you fuck up, Caraxes will be glad to feast on your body, you sad little boy."

Daemon's eyes soften as they land on you and he walks past to cup your cheek with his warm hand. "Is this truly what you wish, my pride?"

Tension lessens in his body as you nod up at your father. "Yes, I truly wish to marry my love, Aegon."

"Then it shall be done. There is nothing in this world that I would not give you."

It was official, Aegon had one. You would be his. His wife. His bride. No one would keep you from him ever again. Not unless they wish for a painful death.

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 365. brb x oc

a/n: sorry for not possting guyssss(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

Beatrice wasn’t waiting for anyone and she was busy pulling the Halloween decorations from the attic when she heard the doorbell. The dogs immediately perked up and Nicole stopped sitting on top of Jack to stare at it, “...mama?”

Bea frowns, then clears her throat, “Roos?” she calls and her husband’s footsteps thud over, he looks from her to the door, “...could you…uh…open it?”

Rooster glanced at Beatrice, "What, are you scared it's a trick-or-treater?"

Beatrice rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "No, I just have my hands full with these decorations," she replied, gesturing to the box of Halloween decorations in her arms. "Besides, you're the one with the muscles, remember?"

Rooster chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way to the front door. "Alright, alright, I'll handle it," he said, flexing his arms to her, “Only because you asked nicely.” He reached for the doorknob and pulled the door open, then he paused, furrowing his brows…”Hello?”

“Bradley Bradshaw?”

He frowns, straightening his posture so he could appear bigger to this man…he felt…like he knew him. He also had a mustache, he was as tall as he was and they did look like a similar “...how’s it going man.” he smirks, ‘Been a while,knucklehead.”

Wait.

Rooster widens his eyes, “Holy shit,John?!”

John's eyes lit up with recognition as he grinned at Rooster. "Damn right, it's me! Can't believe it took you that long to figure it out, Bradshaw," he teased, “Took you so long,huh?”

Rooster laughed, stepping forward to pull John into a tight embrace. "Man, it's been too long," he exclaimed, clapping John on the back. "What brings you here?"

John pulled back, “I’ve been trying to find you, you left Virginia and you just disappeared because of the Navy,right?” his eyes drop to Rooster’s hand,”...and you got married too?”

“Well,yeah, I joined the Navy after high school," he confirmed, his eyes dropping to his wedding band. "And yeah, I got married a few years ago."

"I heard about your deployment overseas," he said quietly, his tone sympathetic. "I tried reaching out, but I guess I didn't have the right contacts."

“...right contacts?”

“Yeah, guess they wouldn’t allow me to talk to you unless we’re family.”

A very long pause followed. So long that Beatrice herself leaned back to see what was going on. 

Rooster licked his lips as he propped his hand on his hip “...you…you are the John we were told about?”

John's expression shifted, surprise flickering across his features. "Told about? What do you mean?" 

Rooster hesitated, unsure of how much he should reveal. He exchanged a glance with Beatrice, silently communicating with her before turning back to John. "We were...told that someone named John was saying to be my uncle and wanted to talk to me," he explained carefully, choosing his words with precision.

“Oh. Ohhhh,hah that…yeah I mean I said it as a joke.”

Rooster raised an eyebrow, his expression incredulous. "A joke?" he echoed, in disbelief.

John scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, you know, just messing around," he replied, his voice slightly strained. "I didn't think you'd take it seriously."

Rooster's jaw tightened as he processed John's words, and he…didn’t know how to feel about that. Clearing his throat, Rooster forced a tight smile. "Well, you got me," he said lightly, though there was a hint of disappointment in his voice. "So, what brings you here, John?"

John's grin faltered slightly as he sensed Rooster's tension, but he quickly regained his composure. "Oh, you know, just passing through town and thought I'd drop by," he replied casually, his tone overly nonchalant. “And you know, wanted to see one of my best friends from school, ‘cause of the reunion.”

“...reunion?”

“From High School!” John smiles, “Didn’t you get anything in the email?”

Rooster blinked…did he? Honestly he often skimmed over his emails so quickly he probably missed it entirely, “...I’m not sure.”

John's smile faltered at Rooster's response, disappointment flashing in his eyes. "Oh, uh, well, maybe it got lost in your inbox or something," he replied, "But yeah, there's a high school reunion happening next month. I thought you'd be interested in catching up with everyone."

Rooster's mind raced as he tried to recall if he had indeed received an email about the reunion. "Yeah, I must have missed it," he admitted,"But thanks for letting me know."

Beatrice stepped forward, offering John a warm yet careful smile. "It's nice to meet you, John," she said politely, extending her hand. "I'm Beatrice, Rooster's wife."

John's eyes lit up with surprise as he shook Beatrice's hand. "Nice to meet you too, Beatrice," he replied, his tone friendly. "Wow,he's a lucky guy." he chuckles,”Never thought you’d go for–” neither Bea or Rooster breathe, both expecting John to say something about Beatrice’s curvy body, “-brunettes.”

Oh.

Whew.

Rooster managed a strained chuckle, though inwardly, he bristled at John's comment. He shot a quick glance at Beatrice, silently communicating his discomfort, before turning back to John with a tight smile.

"Right, well, I'll keep that in mind," Rooster replied, his tone guarded. "Anyway, it was nice seeing you, John. How…did you get our address again?”

John's grin widened, seemingly oblivious to Rooster's discomfort. "Oh, I just asked around," he replied casually, his tone nonchalant. "Figured someone in town would know where to find you."

Rooster's brows furrowed slightly at John's response, a flicker of unease stirring in the pit of his stomach. He exchanged a glance with Beatrice, silently communicating his concern, before turning back to John with a forced smile.

"Well, I'm glad you…found us," Rooster said diplomatically,  "But we're actually in the middle of something right now, so..."

John's smile faltered at Rooster's abruptness, his expression shifting to one of disappointment. "Oh, uh, yeah, no problem," he replied, "I didn't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to say hi. It’s been so long!"

"It's fine," he said curtly, gesturing towards the parked car not far from there. "We'll catch up another time, okay?"

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” John hesitated for a moment, then gave them a small wave before turning to leave. As he walked away, Rooster couldn't keep his eyes off of him, wanting to see him enter the car and leave.

Beatrice watched John go with a furrowed brow, her mind racing with questions and concerns. She turned to Rooster, "Do you think he's telling the truth about just passing through town?" she asked quietly, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Rooster sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I honestly don't know," he admitted, his tone heavy with frustration. "I haven’t seen the guy in years and to find out he is the one saying to be my uncle? Kinda creepy.”

“Were you two close?”

“We had friends in the same groups.” Rooster says, “Back when we were like, fourteen maybe? He was a funny guy but,I don’t know why he thought this whole idea was hilarious.”

Beatrice nodded, her gaze lingering on the spot where John had disappeared. "It's just strange that he would show up out of nowhere like that," she mused, her voice tinged with concern. "And claiming to be your uncle? That's...unsettling."

"Yeah, it doesn't sit right with me either," he admitted, his tone tight with unease. "I mean, why would he suddenly decide to reconnect after all this time? Just because of the reunion– which I’m not going by the way.”

“You are not?”

“No,I’m enjoying my extended leave with you, not with those people.” he mutters, “The kids are growing and I’m not here to see it, the dogs are starting to grow old too, I’m not going to waste my time in a reunion.”

"Family time is more important than any reunion."

Rooster's tense expression softened at Beatrice's words, a wave of gratitude washing over him. He squeezed her hand back, offering her a grateful smile. "Thanks, Bea," he murmured, his voice sincere. "I'm glad you understand."

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of John's unexpected visit hanging heavy in the air. Beatrice's mind raced with questions and concerns, but she pushed them aside for now, focusing on the warmth of Rooster's hand in hers.

After a moment, Rooster cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Well, let's head back inside," he suggested, his tone gentle. "We can talk more about this later, once the kids are asleep."

Beatrice nodded in agreement,  but looked over her shoulder one last time before stepping in.

-

“So,John.”

“Mhm.”

She leans back on the couch while holding her wine glass, “You two were friends.” Rooster nods, “Did you stop being friends or…time separated you guys?”

Rooster took a sip of his own drink before replying, his gaze distant "We drifted apart," he admitted, "Life took us in different directions, I guess."

Beatrice nodded, her expression thoughtful as she processed Rooster's words. "That happens," she agreed, her voice soft. "People change, circumstances change. It's just a part of life."

"Yeah," Rooster agreed, pursing his lips. "But it's still strange to see him after all this time. I never expected him to just...show up out of nowhere…or how he did. I don’t think what he did is even legal."

"So," Beatrice leans on a hand, "what do you think we should do about John?"

Rooster furrowed his brows in thought, his mind racing with possibilities. "I'm not sure," he admitted, his tone troubled. "I don't want to jump to any conclusions, but...I also don't want to ignore the fact that he showed up unannounced,kind of."

“It does seem weird he just wanted to…uh…revive the friendship.”

“Honestly, he was always…uhhh…”

“Eccentric?”

“Weird.” Rooster says, “He did have this weird,I don’t know, idea he was the leader of our group or something.” he gently scratches Jolene’s head with his free hand, the pittie huffing happily below him, “And,maybe,well…well maybe he does want to meet everyone again?”

Beatrice nodded slowly, "Maybe," she agreed, her tone cautious. "But even if that's the case, his approach was...questionable, to say the least. It's not like he reached out beforehand or anything."

Rooster sighed, his shoulders slumping with frustration. "Yeah, you're right," he admitted, his voice tinged with irritation as he spun the glass in his hand. "I just wish he had handled things differently. If he really wanted to, you know, meet again."

"I know, Roos," she said softly, her gaze filled with empathy. "But we can't change what's already happened. All we can do is figure out how to move forward from here." she smiles, “That won’t cause you any trouble,right? Especially with your promotion ceremony this weekend?”

Rooster's expression softened at Beatrice's concern,"I'll figure it out, gorgeous," he replied, his voice steady. "I won't let anything or anyone ruin this weekend for us."

Beatrice smiled, a sense of relief washing over her at Rooster's words. She leaned in closer to him, her hand finding his as she squeezed it gently. "I know you will, Roos," she murmured, her voice filled with confidence. "You always do."

‘Aw,” he smiles, “Keep that up and I might fall in love with you.”

Beatrice chuckled "Careful, LC," she teased, her tone light and teasing. "You might just find yourself head over heels."

Rooster grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection as he met Beatrice's gaze. "Wouldn't be the first time," he replied, his voice soft with adoration. "But seriously, Bea, I’ll be okay. I can always talk to Mav and Cyclone,say this whole thing was……a huge misunderstanding because of a former friend of mine.”

Beatrice nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "That sounds like a good plan," she agreed, her voice filled with reassurance. "Having Mav and Cyclone's support will definitely help."

“Yeah…” he blinks, “But…I might talk to John again.”

“...really?”

“Yeah…” he frowns, “...I just remembered something…and i think it’s important.”

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[almamadrigalfanclub]

Alma Saves Pedro

Cause she too og to let him just like that

-----

Alma watched as her husband's blood flooded the river, the golden light of the candle in front of her momentarily forgotten as she watched everything happen. She felt the ground shake and she saw mountains closing in on her, her triplets, and the townsfolk behind them. She looked at Pedro, who lay in the river. But...he wasn't floating. No, no he was sinking. His chest was, albeit barely, moving and his eyes weren't glazed over.

That means he is still alive.

She can still save him.

Alma clutched her triplets close. Using the last of what little strength she had, she hobbled forward, her determination pushing her. She wadded into the river, her hand reaching out. She could hear the other townspeople behind her protesting, but she wasn't listening. She needed to save Pedro. She had to.

Her free arm shot into the water, frantically moving around, searching. "Come on, come on...!" Her hand brushed against something, clothing. A shirt. She grabbed and yanked as hard as she could--Pedro emerged, sputtering blood and water. His drooping eyes looked into Alma's and he say nothing but pure love and dedication.

"Till death do us part..." Alma heaved and looked down at Pedro. "I'm not ready to part yet, mi amor," she said. She looked up, calling out for help. Two men quickly dropped their bags and things, rushing to help Alma pull Pedro out, while a few women helped her out of the river, ensuring she and her triplets were ok. Pedro was quickly pulled aside, and Alma sat next to him, holding his hand.

Pedro looked up at Alma, smiling gently. The candle (which had still been lit and was glowing very brightly), lit up his face, and Alma had tears in her eyes as she watch one of the town doctors tend to Pedro's chest wound. He tried to speak but the doctor instructed him not to, so he didn't lose any more blood as he wrapped up his chest, holding it closed. Something about neesing to sew him up as soon as possible. But Alma wasn't listening. She knew didn't need to hear Pedro. She was just glad he was alive.

Alma watched as he was carried off on a horse, towards the giant house that had just appeared on the hill, among the other houses that had formed a small village of some kind. A kind woman, an old nurse, wrapped Alma and her triplets in a blanket, guiding them to follow behind her husband and the other medical team. "You must really love your husband don't you?" She asked, wrapping a warm hand around Alma's shoulder as the last of the mountains closed up.

"More than anything. I couldn't let him die. I couldn't let him go," Alma confessed, looking down at her babies who were now staring wide-eyed at their mother.

"I believe you. I really do. You were brave, and, well, maybe a little dumb to do that," The nurse smiled, her wrinkles creasing as she looked at Alma, and the mother laughed softly under her breath as she entered the house (which waved at her. Now she had seen it all.) "But...I believe it's a miracle you managed to save him."

Alma looked into her free hand where her and Pedro's wedding candle was. It pulsed with some kind of energy, glowing impossibly bright. Her face softened as she was guided to sit down. "Yeah. It was a miracle huh?"

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Y'all like it? First time posting writing over on this blog but I hope y'all enjoy it anyway (≧∇≦)/

Probably gonna post another one later, its from a different au tho <333

Also gonna put my oneshot book on AO3 (not just Alma but there are Alma stories and y'all would be able to request lol)

#alma madrigal #encanto #encanto abuela #encanto alma #alma madrigal fan club #encanto au #art #encanto pedro #pedro madrigal #pedro lives au

[fullmetalscullyy]

tagged by @roseofbattles <333

greatest hits of 2023 🥳✨ happy hogmanay!

1. i celebrated my 30th birthday and got thoroughly spoiled. my sister took me to belfast. we saw the sights and got hoolit, having a blast!! i hosted a joint housewarming (a year later hahaha) and 30th w the fam at my wee hoose too and it was braw too 🥰

2. i took part in nano and doubled my word count for my own original novel!! i picked it up again after months of it sitting collecting dust and thanks to the discord homies i was able to keep on top of it, stay motivated, and get excited about it again!! forever grateful for that 🩷

3. i took a scary step and left a job i'd been in for 10 years (majority of it spent unhappy in it hahaha but thanks to work besties i endured 😤🩷) and got a new one!!!! it is something completely different and much more challenging and enjoyable (and more pay 😌✌️). love it

4. lots and lots of reading!! i managed to squeeze in one more book today to hit 100 books read this year!! i went on so many adventures it was so much fun!!

5. lots of excellent holidays. we went to loch tay, aviemore, isle of harris, and the isle of skye. lots of adventures were had!

6. my sister got engaged!! i was such a proud big sister and couldn't be happier for the two of them 🩷

7. my sister picked me as her maid of honour for her wedding and i legit cried when she told me hahahaha but i'm so happy!! looking forward to it 🥰

8. my bestie and i are keeping going strong w our the x files podcast, which mainly involves us screeching over msr. we have the best laughs and so much fun. we're getting close to almost half way through season 2!

9. new kitchen!!!! i bought and picked out a new kitchen for my wee flat and it's getting installed next week. buzzing to finally having a working oven hahaha and creating a wee place which is all me 💚

10. 2 months into my new home, at the start of the year, i hosted a hen night for my cousin in my house and it was a hit! i was so pleased w my hosting abilities haha

honourable mention - that random few weeks where i did "pizza and prosecco fridays" hahahaha where i got a create your own pizza from the shops for my tea and a wee bottle of prosecco (enough for only 1 glass) and challenged myself to write a royai oneshot in that evening. it got me write back into writing for royai which was exciting!! and i had never truly appreciated the reality of finally working a mon -fri, 9-5 job until then. it was delightful in the longer evenings 🥰

i'm going to tag @tsaritsa @dairogo @musing-and-music @littlewitchbee 🩷 feel free to share yours if you'd like, and if anyone else sees this who'd like to join in, go for it!

#tag meme #2023 #emma talks

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I watched the The Rookie Season 6 premiere!!

I started it last night and finished it this morning and just OAUGH it was so good :D

I expected them to not figure it out for a while but I low-key love the way they did it. Because it shows that they (the characters) aren't dumb and gives some action but still keeps a huge mystery to it. Theory wise, I keep thinking of the Dream (nightmare) Team (Elijah and Oscar) but it's been like a half season so I don't think it's time to bring them back yet. Idk tho, we'll see what happens!

Also Lucy is going through it xD like genuinely she is and :(( but everyone (even Wesley xD) knowing about the clown thing was just HILARIOUS lol

Also after Tim said "maybe she just had a fight with her girlfriend" I was like "oh cool we're casually using a gay example- he's talking about him" soo as I said at the time, diversity win! The random person you're projecting your problems onto is a lesbian through you <3.

Anyway xD lowkey, I get both their sides, but I'm lowkey on Tim's lol. I do get being stressed out and just wanting support though, totally, I just think Lucy's going to realize she needs to talk it out with him

Also I'm glad for their development! I'm also kind of glad Tim's not the "instigator" (there's not really one but yk) of the fight since he's been the "mean one" a lot lol. Anyway I hope my babeys work it out (soon - I figure they will eventually) :((

Also this makes it seem like I love chenford and barely about wopez and I do love them but HUGAOAPGHY BABEYS I GOT THEM BACK <3333

Not much but I did :'D

Talking about wopez by the way lol

Also HALLELUJAH AARON SURVIVED!! HE'S OKAY :'DDD!! P H E W :'D 🥳🥳🥳🎉🎊😌🥰.

Thank goodness lol

Also :(( that he wants to help catch the guys that almost killed him but can't - probably for the best though :/. Just don't let it get pent up in any way xd. Also please don't date your therapist or have any kinda funky relationship with her lol.

Also aaahhhhHHH Bailey and Nolan (John just wasn't right) are getting married :D. I'm glad everything ended up working out (for now lol, that promo is scaring me xD I figure it'll be fine but just once I want an uninterrupted wedding, in anything, but especially The Rookie lol) <333. They're adorable 🥰. Also am I crazy or was that Mr. Kevin Kozner as the neighbor guy? At first I thought it was then wasn't then wasn't sure so I figure not but I don't know xD

Also poor Harper :(( I know she'll get through it but it just sucks. And it sucks that she can't talk to James about it (like not legally but emotionally lol), though I do like that they have differing opinions on stuff. It's nice to have couples that don't have all the same views, you know?

Anyway!! I didn't mention them but Celina and Gray are slaying as always <3. And for Celina (and everyone)'s sake I hope we catch this guys soon (but not too soon ;) - I love me some drama)

Also reminder that I love Wesley with my whole soul, thank you <3.

So excited for this season!! Especially the 100th episode, it's so great that they get one :D. I think both of those are gonna be really good and I'm just so looking forward to it :D!! This was an amazing episode, lots of good stuff all around, and I'm so excited for the next one :D. The promo looks wild (also AAAHHHHHH THE WEDDING!!! :DD) but so good and I'm looking forward to it :D 🥰.

This is gonna be a great season :))!!

See y'all later!! ❤️🥰

#the rookie #oasis's rookie chatter #chenford #wopez #bailan #whoops that's a spanish word xd #sorry besties #anyway!! #so excited #I love you all :DD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!! #byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰🥰 <33!!!!

[okay-j-hannah]

Hii hannah! I'm bout three months late because i had exams going on, well, I still have exams going on but I decided to not procrastinate and just write this.

Thank you so so much for writing my tenth doctor and rory requests. you don't know how much it means that you took time out of your life to write my requests. when I first started watching Doctor who, barely a season in, i stumbled upon your blog and read your dying girl story, i didn't even know anything properly bout doctor's character or other companions but your fic though! it captured doctor's character so well! It was in May I read it and started watching the show and I now always connect that time with doctor who and you and your fics haha. 

 I got so obsessed that I made this dying girl reader universe in my head with headcanons and stuff and started associating songs to the reader and fic ; i know they are like kinda popular cliche songs but snowman by sia and never be the same by camila cabelo really reminds me of the amy and rorys wedding scene with reader and doctor dancing (was it real or I made that up in my head?) and memory of reader practising mind reading thing and seeing memories of Doctor and she's like who's this beautiful person in his memories and doctor is like that's you love <3 moonlight serenade, spring waltz, we'll meet again, moon river, across the universe are some other songs I associate with them,, you didn't even ask for playlist but here I'm sharing it just because lmao 

and then you wrote my ten request and added it dying girl universe, when I tell you actually started screaming from excitement when I saw it! I really wasn't expecting it, i was so so happy! And Idk why but I just feel so honoured that my request was added into the "official" dying girl universe masterlist! and the rory fic too, it was so sweet! you wrote it exactly as what I had in my mind when I sent you request, tysm for that! 

Ngl I always checked your page once in a while when you were on break because I just looked forward to your writing so much and in January, around my birthday, found out you were active again and posted my requests and gotta say, best birthday gift even if it technically wasn't lol. I wonder if you've finished twelve's episodes, you mentioned how it is hard to "let go" of a doctor and I completely agree,  I finishesed twelfth doctors episodes in December and God was it hard to say goodbye to him, I know I can rewatch but it won't be like first time :'( you know, the "i love my current doctor so much" feeling?

I've started thirteen but it doesn't feel the same, especially without murray gold's music and well, moffat and rtd. so glad that rtd is coming back for new seasons though!

Oh and have you read love is a choice fic on tumblr? it's a mostly eleven but also kinda thirteen x reader multiple parts series and tbh, one of the only fic that made me laugh and cry like dying girl series did. if you haven't i hope you check it out, it's a great read!

Kinda unrelated but can I just say ty to that person who sent you ask related to will turner, i recently watched one of the potc movie for the first time because i thought the will turner guy looked cute from the ask and now ive fallen down a rabbit hole lol I finished your will turner fics and now im searching up tumblr for more will turner x reader, it seems he's my new hyperfixation 😭 anyways ty again to that person and you ofc for the fics, and this is not a official request(it could be ig) but I hope you write second part to the merchant/pirate will fic!

And I've sent you two requests this time too, hope you'll like them enough to write it! I know I've said it lot in this single ask but Again thank you so much for everything and it's great to have you back on here and I hope you enjoyed your break, remember to take them again if you need to <333

My darling, my dearest, my love, you're making my heart so so happy!

I love that you took off with the Dying Girl universe because honestly that's what it became for me while I was writing it. It became so big I knew I could write so much about what happens in between the parts, and your request fit perfectly there.

Thank you for the playlist 😂 it does kind of bring the characters more to life when you associate them with things like songs. And you definitely didn't make up the wedding dancing scene, that happened in Part 6: The Lost Shoes!

I totally understand finding yourself fully immersed in a story, even if it is fanfiction. When that happens to me I just write and post it on here 😅 That's happened with the Dying Girl and the episodic series I started for the Eleventh Doctor and the Samwise Gamgee series and this Mandalorian one I'm starting.

My brain is hardwired to come up with these random tangents to canon stories, and they end up becoming these elaborate fanfictions.

I'm so glad you liked your requested fics! I had a lot of fun writing them. The Domestic fic was so fun to get back into the Dying Girl universe. I wouldn't mind writing more about their in between adventures. Happy belated birthday!

I have not finished twelves episodes - I'm still on his last season. Just like I wrote on our last conversation, I'm terrified of how sad I'll feel when he leaves because ten and eleven were real heartbreakers. I agree, I love him, and I'm so excited you requested something for him.

And I'm also so stoked for the new seasons with RTD and the 60th specials with ✨David Tennant✨ I'll have to finish twelve and thirteen before that comes out at the end of this year.

I haven't read "Love is a Choice" but I immediately looked it up and added it to my likes, so perhaps it'll be the fanfics I read when I try to sleep tonight lol

And I'm sorry... you hadn't seen any of the Pirates of the Caribbean!? I've been watching those movies since I was like seven! It's such a great fandom and Jack Sparrow is such a mood and Will Turner is such a dreamboat.

I'm almost honored that my blog prompted you to watch such an excellent franchise. I also hyperfixate on new characters and fandoms I love. I do have one request in my inbox for Will Turner and I've gotten multiple messages to write a part 2 for A Merchant Sailor, so perhaps when I finish this batch of requests I'll add it to the list.

So do expect more Will Turner fics to come 😘

I love that we have this little pen pal relationship where we just write each other letters 😂 It's honestly really good to hear from you, mysterious anon. I'm happy to have you as a reader and fandom friend.

Thank you for reaching out! I definitely love your requests! It'll just take me a while to get to all of them with my busy schedule, but I will write them in due course.

Have a lovely night and a good morning!

Prologue: The Dying Girl

Part 1: The Sun God

Part 2: The Tonic 

Part 3: The Ending Song

Domestic: The Doctor returns to spend a few ‘human’ days with you {Set during Part 3}

Part 4: The Dream 

Part 5: The Regeneration

Part 6: The Lost Shoes

Epilogue: The Vanishing Act

Finale: All Of Time And Space

A Merchant Sailor: Pretending to be a merchant, you befriend Will Turner as you keep your pirating a secret, until your brother forces you to reveal the truth

Blacksmith’s Hands: While visiting Tortuga, you find yourself injured and in the capable hands of a shy Will Turner

Lovey Dovey: Jack has never been overjoyed at the thought of you and your boyfriend - especially when you’re kissing on his ship

Sea Salt: On a mission to get you back, more might happen between you two than expected

#tenth doctor x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #twelfth doctor x reader #will turner x reader #okayjhannah question #okayjhannah #anon ask okay j hannah #okayjhannah answer #okay j hannah #hannahbeartalks #fandomfantasia

[mcyt-peach]

Hey!!

Can you do a cc!schlatt x fem!reader pls?

I was just thinking abt it bc sneeg just had his wedding and there was a bunch of pics of a lot of content creators and maybe you and schlatt went together, had cute outfits, posted some stuff of the wedding (and the two you) on insta or Twitter?

Thanks!!! Have a good day <333

- Anon m

being schlatt's plus one at sneeg's wedding

⋆｡˚ summary: sneeg's wedding may as well be the event of the year with how eventful it gets for you and Schlatt

⋆｡˚ pairing: cc!schlatt x fem!reader

⋆｡˚ warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, mentions of weapons (non serious)

⋆｡˚ note: welcome anon m and good job coming in with your first request being such a banger, hope you enjoy it because it was so fun to write

you’re lucky you were even able to snag the invitation out of Schlatt’s hands before he tossed it into the recycling along with the other mail, a habit you’d given up on correcting

quickly finding the date and RSVPing, you made sure to mark the event in every calendar in the house, leaving notes and sending reminder texts to Schlatt to keep him updated

getting Schlatt to agree on an outfit was like trying to put a coat on a toddler who did NOT want to wear a coat

eventually, you were able to wrangle him into a suit, deciding to compromise and let him keep the headband on

with your outfit, hair and makeup set, the two of you set off to the wedding

the ceremony was beautiful, of course, but the reception was what everyone was really looking forward to

getting to see so many people you had only ever met through Schlatt’s screen in person was beyond exciting once you got past the nerves

Schlatt was more than happy to walk around and show you off to the other friends and family of the happy couple

Ted was a familiar face and you couldn’t help but hang around him while your boyfriend went into content creator mode for the few guests filming

the two of you thought you were slick, sneaking photos of Schlatt while he wasn’t looking and posting them online with dumb captions

of course, the more friendly members of the party, like Wilbur and Phil, made their way over to the table to copy you and Ted

Schlatt let you have his fun before joining for more pictures, at one point, producing a small flip knife from his inner coat pocket

“You really let him bring that?” Ted asked you while Phil took a picture of Wilbur smiling next to Schlatt, knife in hand

sighing at the memory you answer him, “You should be grateful I caught the gun before he could stowe it in the car.” you refer to the fake weapon your boyfriend had taken to carrying around with him

pictures taken and music blasting, most of the party had moved to the center of the floor, where you danced

Schlatt sat with your fancy shoes, having commandeered them so he wouldn’t have to give you calf massages tomorrow because you partied to hard and got a cramp

Sneeg joined him, pulling up a chair and slumping down in it, clearly happy but still tired from the day’s events

“How’s it feel to be a married man?” Schlatt clapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder

Sneeg followed Schlatt’s eyes to where you were dancing around with the new bride, laughing and twirling across the floor, “Ehh, you’ll find out soon enough.”

Schlatt’s hand slides off his shoulder, eyebrows pinched together, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“C’mon man, I know you gotta have the ring picked out and everything by now. Dontcha?” Sneeg bumped his shoulder against the tall man

“Yeah.” Schlatt thought back to the tiny box stuffed into one of his drawers at home, “Maybe I do.”

#mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt headcanon #mcyt headcanons #mcyt fluff #dsmp x you #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x reader #dsmp headcanons #dsmp headcanon #dsmp fluff #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x reader #dream smp headcanon #dream smp headcannon #dream smp headcanons #dream smp fluff #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt fluff #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader #schlatt headcanons #schlatt x you #schlatt fluff #anon m

[oscar-piastri]

I just clocked that england might be playing australia 💀💀💀💀 I am not looking forward to that possibility at all dnfnns

wales vs argentina should be a lively game for sure. might be the least predictable of the next round of games!

I hope you're able to go to bed happy! that is such an early start 😭 reminds me of having to get up super early to watch the final back in 2003. it was worth it in the end, so I hope you're able to get that kind of memory too <333

i mean australia has been a bit................ meh so england could win if australia dont get their head in the game

i've got like 2 memories around rugby and the world cup and none of them ended good for france 🫡🫡🫡 one was funny tho, when france lost against the blacks in 2011? we were at a wedding and the morning after the wedding it was the match, so the men including the groom literally all went to a pub to drink and watch the match after being up all night celebrating the wedding so they went back crying and slept the entire day

#cassy's answers #anons

[loserdiaz]

god i totally get that. my brain has been on an “everyone actually hates me and everytime someone talks to me nicely it’s just them pretending” so that’s fun. anyways i’m pretty sure we’re mutuals however again. anxiety. so for now i reach out anonymously but helloooo. how are you today? 911 writers room is back yeah? (i’ve been so busy with real life i haven’t kept up with it) what’s something you are looking forward to in season 7/something you would like to see in season 7?

ohh hiiiiii!! i get that bc im literally the same all the time. hate that for us and our brains :(((

i'm good, skipped class and stayed at home so love that for me. i think so??? im pretty sure ive seen some of that around but i haven't kept up with it either kshsjsjs

oh gosh im looking forward for s7 in general but also i can't wait to see karen and hen and their little babyyyy 🥺 also madney wedding!!!! it will be so soft and cute and it will cure my depression actually. i would also like to see maybe chimney and buck going to therapy, they both desperately need it (separately, of course jshsns can u imagine buck and chimney going to therapy together? lmaooo) mmm i would also like to see serious eddie whump or like a big storyline for him, maybe a family drama or him exploring his sexuality and discovering he's demisexual but i know that's just not gonna happen lmao.

i would also like to see more buddie moments. like not even them making their way to a romantic relationship together but just... them, y'know? in general. the little moments of them knocking their fists together in calls or laughing together or having a conversation in eddie's kitchen. ughhhh i miss them so much 🥺

(also pls feel free to talk to me and if we're not mutuals i'll make sure to rectify that immediately and follow u back <333)

#anon #april gets mail 💌

[1tarot1with1k1o]

hi klo!!! thank you very hosting such an amazing game!! I thought it would be fun too, to do an exchange using my intuition. take all the time that you needed about the latest game. we understand don't worry 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I chose 3 topics for you :

future spouse

future wedding (both with "black and white" and colored pictures)

my intuition gave me glimpse of picture that you would take with your future spouse, sooo I decided to show you that

for your wedding, I have to say this topic was easier for me to do. when I first read your post and the topics, the images of you having fun with your bridal dress immediately came to mine. the pictures also in black and white (hence moodboards on the left) your wedding is definitely will be a fun one! people (and obviously the newly weds) having fun is the theme! also I head "vintage" and "whimsical". I also put the colored moodboard version for you on the right!!

for your future spouse I feel like he is a so call "rockstar" type of guy. likes to play some guitar. I could see him loving leather jacket. someone who rides a motorcycle too. I feel like he has a soft spot for you. opposite attract I feel like. oh he definetely is a cat person.

pictures on the right are pictures that you would take with your future spousem I feel like you would say "you should smile more. I love when you smile" oh he would be so flustered about it. oh I heard "don't look at me with those eyes" and he would get all dndosmsosm then you take the picture of him he is definitely someone who is romantic, likes giving you flower, taking you out for dinner. oh and I feel like he is your hype man (as he should!!)

it was incredibly fun to do an exchange for you! thank you for giving me the chance to use my intuition making moodboards about bits of your future. oh I am so rooting for you and your fs!!

now I would like to ask you for 3 topic moodboards please, if that isn't a bother!

future spouse (my preferred pronouns are he/him)

future wedding

and future children please!!

thank you so much once again!!! i appreciate that you took your time to to moodboards for me. looking forward to see those moodboards ♡♡♡ hope you have a fantastic day/night.

Hello sweetheart!! Thank you lots for being understanding, and also for participating in this game! <333

The wedding moodboards look so fun!! Also, the themes you mentioned seem fitting for the kind of wedding I’d like to have, which is great! (One little detail that I noticed, is that some of the pictures kinda look like they were taken on a single use film camera, and ever since I saw a bride giving out film cameras to every guest, I also really wanted to do that at my own wedding. It’s really cool that you chose those pics haha).

Oh it’s cool you felt that about my fs! It’s the first time someone calls him a rockstar hahah. I did get told he might have an artistic side, and that he might play guitar and the piano, but I never heard him being described as the “bad boy” type 🤣 I love it. Ah also the “oh he definitely is a cat person” made me laugh. He better be 😤😠 lol.

I can see those being the type of pictures I would take of him, yes. And the description?!?! 😭 I adore it so much <333 Your description of him sounds amazing ㅠㅅㅠ you got me all giggling and curling my hair because of the things you said about him.

Of course it isn’t a bother, sweetheart!! Especially after the amazing info you gave me <3

Here are your moodboards:

I felt so so much love and admiration while putting together your moodboards 😭 You’re the definition of soulmates and everlasting love <333 I also channeled a message from him. He said “your love is healing”, which I thought was the perfect description of your relationship. It will be so healing, empowering, and healthy. It’s truly admirable 💞

For the wedding day I just felt pure joy. I didn’t get much about the party. I mostly kept on finding pictures of the ceremony itself, as you can see. But like I said before, your relationship will be so healthy that you will have no doubts about wanting to marry one another. It’s an obvious thing, like “ofc I’d marry them, why would I not??”. So much love and safety, fr

For future children, I felt like you’d likely have 2-3 kids, and probably mostly girls. I got the impression that they will be almost complete opposites especially as kids, but they will have an unbreakable bond between them. When they start to grow up, you might find yourselves hanging out “singularly” from time to time. By that, I mean that for example you will go shopping with one of the kids one day, then you’ll go swimming with the other one another day, and you’ll bake cookies with the third one a different day; (probably because like I said, they will have different interests, so you will try your best to respect their preferences, and their own schedules). It feels like it will be a beautiful and very close family. You will know how to work through your issues and you’ll all help one another in times of crisis. No one will ever be left out or made feel less than others. Which is quite rare in numerous families, so props to you two in advance for your great future parenting skills haha. But yes, since you’ll have a stable relationship with one another, you’ll set really strong foundations for your family to grow on. And I love that for you!!!

Thank YOU for the amazing exchange, and I’m also rooting for you and your future spouse. I seriously loved doing your reading. I couldn’t even convert the amount of love I felt from you two into words. It’s a bond that really goes beyond everything. I hope to hear from you soon <33333

Stay safe and healthy 🫶

#klo #eileenblog #tarot community #free readings #spirituality #intuitive game #requests open

[bluiex]

ok ok jeez i keep getting distracted

ANYWAY! Here's some mumscarian fic recs:

-IOU One Wedding by Brownies96 https://archiveofourown.org/works/40761726/chapters/102138003

Here's the summary taken from the work: "When Grian decides to announce a fake wedding in order to get his hands on some extra cash he wasn't actually expecting anyone to RSVP, let alone his architectural design hero Scar. Now he's pretending to marry his long-time crush Mumbo while also doing his best to ignore his growing feelings for their unexpected guest. The line between this prank and reality growing less and less clear as time moves forward."

I've been reading this since the first chapter and man it is a joy! Lotsa funny shenanigans and I'm so excited to see how it all plays out!

-the moment i surrender by halorocks1214 https://archiveofourown.org/works/40381740

Summary from the work: "The moments in which it hits home for the boys that their "purely beneficial" relationships truly aren't just only beneficial anymore."

I assume i have this in my bookmarks for a reason, read it so long ago hard to remember but I only bookmark things I think are good! We got vampire mumbo, sorcerer scar, and harpy grian. This tag gets me every time i read it "theres two vague jokes about them having sex but nothing more explicit than that, outside of all the murder of course LOL"

I hope you all enjoy these! I shall be on the look out for more and maybe return with some at a later time. (And I still stand by that the dragon's hoard is good go read it if you missed that post {lol hi TheFandomTrashPit})

Now... there is so much good scarian smut but mumscarian? it just doesnt exist in general as much. so take this as your sign to write it <3

-Frog anon :)

HELL YEAH THANK YOU FROG ANON!! Two new bedtime stories tonight! Thanks for the recs <333

#mumscarian fanfiction recommendations #bluie gets an ask poggers

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Ayyy honeymoon :D!!

Ooh vlog style :o

Ope o.o

Uhhh xd nah something sus is going on lol

Um o.o

Nope y'all nahh xd

UH OH UM

Nah creepy masks a i n ' t i t .

Aww ay hey guys :D love them :)

Ooh backup 👀👀

We love getting to see some of the others as well :DD

Uh oh guys this is not good o.o

YOO they're actually gonna come yess :DD

OHH GOSH

Y'all cannot just have one normal thing can you xD

Poor babies 😭 they goin through it as always xd

At least it wasn't some terrible big scheme on their wedding itself lol

Just random stuff and a small bad thing xD

OPE GUYS O.O

Okay, that's the last of my promo thoughts, now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

Not quite as fancy as my 911 or tgd ones lol, more like the normal ones, just with the end of a liveblog as well :).

I made a post about this before coming back to this one, but happy 100th episode all!! Lowkey forgot this was the 100th anniversary lol. But it makes so much sense and it was a GREAT 100th episode :D.

I love that everyone had their little moment (at least): James with the music, Wesley with Oscar, Luna with her college classes, etc :). And just Randy, Chastity, Oscar, and Henry BEING there lol. Though to clarify Oscar was not at the wedding xD. But seriously, I really loved all the cameos and little character moments this episode :)).

Also CHENFORD AAAHHHH!!! Their MOMENTS this episode y'all I was losing it xD. I do kinda wish it hadn't been that Tim isn't supporting her despite thinking he is, though? Because the vibes last episode were just really on Tim's side, I guess, and now they're just tossing him into "bad guy" a bit. But, I think it'll work out in the end. I'm also glad Chastity brought up that Lucy could also be scared! I think that's a real possibility :). Anyway, they were ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE and whether it was the first time in universe or not, WHOOO FIRST I LOVE YOU!! And it was so cute :'D. Also the dance 😭😭😭❤️ stop I'm not okay :').

BAILEY AND JOHN ARE MARRIED!!! WHOOOOOO :'DDDD!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🎊🎉🥂🎂🥂🥰❤️❤️🥰. I'm so happy for them :'DD

They might not be my favorite couple on the show but I still love them and this has been a long time coming. I'm also glad that despite all the issues they still had the wedding and everything was okay and beautiful 🥰🥰. Thank goodness they actually had it and we saw it lol (looking at you Wopez - still mad at the writers for that). Also I'm SO EXCITED for the next episode with their honeymoon :D.

I felt so bad for Celina and Aaron this episode 😭. Aaron because poor boy is going through it and misreading signals/situations xd, and Celina because she's trying to be there for him and do what's best and she as also, you know, kidnapped and beat up xD. But, I think they'll make it through it :).

Really though Aaron you need to talk to your therapist 😭. It's dangerous going out when you know you're not healing :(. Hope he learns it soon D':.

I loved all the togetherness moments this episode!! The bachelor and bachelorette parties (y'all I can't articulate it beyond loving individual characters and them all hanging out but oUAGH chomping on it)/last minute preparations xD were SO GOOD!! And the wedding, especially the dancing :'D. AUOGH, I love them <333. And of course the final mission at the end - they slay together :DD. Also, I'm glad Celina's okay :')).

Don't even get me started on the Wopez/Wesley angst. Y'all I'm about to have so many thoughts about them moving forward (even more than usual/always xD). Like! AUGH! OSCAR!! SITTING ACROSS FROM HIM!! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE WAITED FOR THIS

Where's the panic attack Rookie <33

Where's the panic attack writers 🥰🥰 where is it :))

I'm kidding xD kind of lol. But seriously, the angst thoughts are turning (the wheels are turning) :DD. And don't forget about Angela either lol

Anyway! Everybody slayed this episode and I REALLY enjoyed it :D. I'm SOO excited for the next one :)). Also, again (mentioned it in the liveblog or just before), I don't know that I've ever gotten to watch it live before, so this was the perfect episode to get to do it :D.

Loved the episode!!!

Happy 100th Episode guys 🥂🥰🥰. I love this show and you all so much :DD.

See you next time!!

#the rookie #oasis's the rookie chatter #oasis's rookie chatter #the rookie 100th episode #the rookie 6x02 #loved it :DD #honestly such a good episode #and loved the hunor throughout all the drama :DD #honestly despite everything it was mostly humor and I really loved that :)) #it was needed lol #not like in a yikes 😬 way but just to get right tone across I think :)) #especially because bailey and nolan's storylines are usually (at least) a bit silly anyway so it really fits them :)) :D #anyway I love them so much and I'm so happy for them :)) they totally deserve this 🥰🥰🥰 #see y'all later for episode 3 :D! #happy 100th episode 🥳🥳🥂🎂 #I love you all :DDD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!! #byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰 <333!!!!

[sebsxphia]

I’m starting to have a thing for Payback too omg.

Reader and Reuben meet at an ice cream parlor and they bond over liking a really specific ice cream flavor; they talk for hours and hours and exchange phone numbers with the promise of talking to each other later.

What he doesn’t know is that they’re a bartender at the Hard Deck and when he comes in he's so surprised to see them there, he's even more surprised to see a ring on their finger, he's so confused because he thought they were single and is trying so hard to remember if he saw a ring when they were talking a few hours back but he can’t, soo Reuben being Reuben approached them and bluntly asked them why did they give him their number when they have a ring on her finger.

They start giggling and lean over to tell him it’s a fake one, they only wear it at the bar so men don’t hit on them, when they show it to him he can tell that it’s faker than a 1000 dollar bill and they both start laughing like children who have just done a mischief.

Fast forward and their relationship becomes more serious, they have been dating for some good 2 and a half years and he decides it’s time to propose!!! He does it in the sweetest way, he takes them to the place they met and they eat ice cream just like the first time, then he takes them for a walk on the beach and as soon as the sun starts to set, he drops to one knee and pops the question, safe to say that reader says yes and they kiss like never before.

Reader realizes that now they won’t have to wear a fake engagement ring because now they have a real one, including a super handsome pilot as their fiancée and Reuben seems to be thinking the same thing because he starts giggling and tells them “Well baby bear, do you realize that you won’t have to wear a fake ring anymore?” And reader is so happy she starts to tear up a little.

A few days later they’re at work and Reuben comes in just in time to see them turn down a man who was trying to ask them out by showing him their beautiful ring and he’s so smug he ends walking up to them and kissing them, giving everyone a show.

When the wedding comes, they are both the most adorable lovebirds in the world, kissing all the time and looking at each other with the sweetest smiles ever; when Reader throws the bouquet Penny catches it and Maverick looks like he just got kicked in the stomach.

But when Reuben throws the garter belt of course it was the most convenient thing for Maverick to catch it but it ends up being our sweet Bobby who ends up with the garter belt in his hands and now the new inside joke is that Penny and Bob will be the next couple to get married.

And it all sounds so much like a romcom and I’m loving that!!!

JSKNDKSADLK GIGGLING AND BLUSHING SO HARD AT THIS MY SWEET ANGEL 🥹🥹🥹 <333

no because you’re so right, benny and baby bear would have the sweetest and most rom-com type relationship that’s filled with so many meet cutes and picture perfect moments, and you know that ring means more than just a ring to you both. it’s a sweet reminder every time of how your relationship came to blossom.

omg i love this so much!! this made me smile so hard and made me feel all warm inside, thank you so much for this my sweet angel!! 💌🥹💖

#💌you’ve got mail #lilacfairy 13 #sweet angel 😇 #rueben payback fitch

[castielsparkle]

9. favorite smell in the summer?

ahh!!! this one was very easy actually! :D so, for some context, i am Not a summer Guy. whatsoever. at all. not even the slightest bit. (<- medical disorders haver, makes it Hard in the summer Time lol) HOWEVER....i am very appreciative of summer both in its role in our natural cycle of life and its need on earth, but also of course, because it is my girlfriends favorite time of year. that has made me very very glad to be around when summer comes, and honestly, i even look forward to a bit now ill admit :) anyways! all that to say. i have a very fond specific memory of when i began to love summer, which was last year, a bit after my gf had moved in (far before wed start dating) and. we met in a very small town and had both lived there a considerable chunk of our lives, the furthest place we could walk to from my house was. a 2.3 mile walk. and it was a dollar general. and there was no sidewalk. also i have medical issues that prevent me from moving around sometimes, esp for prolonged periods lol. so anywayss. point being. i did not walk around a lot. especially not to go places. however, summer 2022, my gf got super super excited about the season rolling around and wanted to collect all sorts of berries and check out all the local flora etc, and wed never really been to the shops either (which are all incredibly close, at least regarding our previous standards!) and so he won me over with his incredible charm, and we walked, A Lot. it became nearly a daily routine for the two of us. hed forage. id help collect, id stand there and hold the berry basket and admire. wed go everywhere. even the same places over and over once wed been most everywhere. there was a specific time we were sat outside of a gas station, on a bench under a tree in a little patch of grass, and there were some breezes passing us by. it smelled so nice. all this to say i can really, really appreciate the fresh summer air, the grass, the earth. i love the smell of the outdoors when summer comes by. its so refreshing and beautiful and alive. im even appreciative of having a summer birthday now, now that i think about it. its so nice to just sit outside sometimes and smell the earth around you. i really love the smell of the grass but man. the wind is just. so good. i love the smell of the flowers and just. the nature all around. very good :) sorry that was such a long response lol got a bit carried away!! feeling very passionate about this one :') <333 thank u so so much anon!!!

feel free to ask more here!

#cas.abt #cas.ask #long post #shoutout to the summer breeze. love that motherfucker #!!