#literally everyone together and loving each other and it's soft and i'm screaming

[sovamurka]

Thinking about how Ma Meilleure Ennemie can be considered a continuation and an interesting thematic expansion of Enemy.

"No shit, lmao, they both have the word enemy in them".

Like, yes, that's exactly the point.

But there's more to it than meets the eye.

We all know that Enemy in many ways is meant to be from Jinx's perspective (music video supports that) - it's HER internal worries, it's HER exhaustingly sad sarcasm, it's HER wreck of emotions that she can't stop.

The song explains why and how she basically convinced herself that she's a curse and will never be a saint no matter what she does.

She exclaims that everybody wants to be her enemy. For her this word means "the person that everyone hates, the person who everyone abandoned, the person for whom no one prays or hopes".

And then in Ma Meilleure Ennemie Ekko... agrees with her - she IS his enemy. But to him this word has so much more meaning and underlying feelings than just "the person I'm against, the person I hate".

For him enemy is also someone who's always near - if not in body, then in mind. Someone who truly shares history with you and can hurt you in more ways than one.

Who you hate so much because you had too much love in your heart for them.

Hatred is not the opposite of love, it's just love with a minus instead of plus, the true opposite of love is indifference. And Ekko feels anything but indifference towards Jinx, even though he tried so many times to convince himself otherwise.

First verse of the song is basically his admission that she's an essential part of him - no matter what he does, no matter how many times he forces himself to forget, no matter how much he tries to keep his enemy out of his mind.

He knows he should stay away, he knows he should keep his own heart under hundreds of locks to not let anyone break it again. But he can't help it. He still loves her despite everything, including his own self.

That's why he also agrees that she's indeed a curse. The most beautiful one. She haunts his thoughts and he hates himself for finding comfort in it. But it's better to be in a bad company than alone, am I right?

The chorus of Ma Meilleure Ennemie sounds almost like a last resort - a mutual attempt to push each other away.

To make matters worse, the whole "meilleur/pire" (best/worst) dichotomy that is constantly present in the song literally from the beginning, is a simple yet clever play on a famous wedding vow - "Pour le meilleur et pour le pire" (translation: for the best and the worst of it). The more they try to convince each other that they should not be together, the more they intertwine their fates because they repeat this vow again and again.

And then in the second verse of Ma Meilleure Ennemie Jinx finally lets herself say things she was so afraid to say before. Lets her feelings and thoughts be known in the most vulnerable way possible. Not with Enemy's upset angry screaming but with this gentle melodic whisper.

And what does she have to say about her feelings towards the person who she shares so much complicated history with?

That his name cuts her open every time she hears it. And that's why she doesn't say it - it hurts her so much.

Ekko's name literally echoes in her mind. Jinx can't even say for sure whether this pain she feels comes from hatred that formed over the years or from pure sweetness, softness and gentleness that she still keeps in her heart for him.

And then comes Je t’avais dit: “Ne regarde pas en arrière” (translation: I told you not to look back) which is such an obvious Orpheus and Eurydice myth reference when you say it out loud.

Albeit, their situation is an interesting take on this myth.

Let me explain. Orpheus had a chance to bring his wife Eurydice back to the land of the living if he guided her there without looking back or else she would end up in the underworld again. There are several versions of the myth that give different explanations on why Orpheus turns back, but they all agree on one thing - it was done because of love.

However, in Ekko's case it's kind of a reverse situation - Jinx will disappear if he turns away from her.

That's what, in my opinion, Turn Your Back and I'll Disappear song means, actually.

And here, at the end of second verse, Jinx explicitly tells Ekko that he shouldn't look back. He should leave past behind, should leave her behind, let her disappear from his life and from this world altogether or else everything will get infinitely worse.

But of course he doesn't, of course he turns back (time) again and again.

He does it because he loves her, just like Orpheus loves Eurydice.

Despite not having much screen time, timebomb still managed to tell such a wonderful intricately woven story.

I analysed just a small part of Jinx and Ekko's symbolic lyricism. Believe me, there's still so much more to talk about and uncover since this story is told through different forms of art that are all worth your attention.

[hcneymooners]

⋆ up until the very last ember of my heart extinguishes, i will be thinking of you.

dj!mel x best friend!fem!reader. men & minors dni.

synopsis: you & mel have always been thick as thieves, and things have yet to change. but lately, you've been thinking of mel differently and, well—maybe you want more. cw: dj!mel, best friend!reader, female!reader, no age gap i fear, you guys are in your twenties, modern!au, resolved sexual tension, pining, friends to lovers, clubbing, not actually unrequited love, explicit sexual content, dom!mel, sub!reader, lowkey y'all are switches, wall sex, tender sex, vaginal fingering, edging, cunnilingius, oral sex (r!receiving), couch sex, mel is actually insane about you, obsession, possessive behavior, squirting, face riding, pet names, you guys are very soft for each other.

notes: i love her so much guys; i'm gonna be sick. hope you enjoy. this is really rough for my first time back in a while but it is what it is, hmm?

“you’re loyal to her. i’ve never gone a night without seeing you here.”

the words are screamed directly into your ear and you stumble a bit, already off kilter thanks to the lychee martinis you’ve been sipping since the beginning of the evening. the world is beautiful like this: slurred into soft strobes of turquoise, gold, green that caress the sweaty gleaming bodies of the people spinning within it. the set for tonight is still danceable but decidedly slower than usual, honing in on the loneliness and escapism other people may desire on valentine’s eve.

you blink blearily at the girl vibrating next to you. she shakes with a jitter you know belongs either to ketamine or cocaine—or perhaps both. ck-ing was a popular method of dressing up a club night in london. you stop swaying to the beat, body still as you focus on her completely. mel once told you that this was your pull—this ability to make whomever was in front of you feel as though they were the most important thing in the world to you.

“sorry, what?” you finally push out.

“mel,” the girl shouts again, gesturing to the stage way up front. “whenever she’s performing, you’re here!”

you glance up at the woman in question, face softening as you watch the way her body flows into her highly practiced routine of dance. tonight the movements are more minimal, courtesy of her dress—a masterpiece of fanned peacock feathers that catch and scatter light with every subtle movement. the feathers are arranged in a mesmerizing spiral from the jeweled clasp beneath her arm, each eye seeming to watch the crowd as she moves. it's shorter than her usual style, ending mid-thigh in a flutter of iridescent tips that make her look like some rare, exotic bird. every time the bass drops, the feathers tremble in response, creating a hypnotic dance of green-blue shadows across her skin.

it’s not typical for a dj-ing outfit, but mel has cemented herself as a rich girl with a talent. everyone knows who she is, who her mother is. they love that she comes down to their level during the weekends, covers herself in glitter and spins together a beat like some kind of opulent spider.

"yeah," you shout back, your voice still managing to sound tender. "she's my best friend."

the words feel both true and incomplete in your mouth - they always do. you've been "best friends" since you quite literally crashed into her at university, spilling your coffee all over her white hermès sweater. instead of the fury you'd expected, she'd laughed, dragged you shopping for a replacement, and somehow ended up buying you three sweaters instead.

that was mel all over: excessive, generous, impossible to refuse.

"lucky!" your momentary friend shouts back and your mouth dips into a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.

lucky. right. lucky to be the one who holds her hair back after bad nights, who listens to her practice sets until dawn, who knows exactly how she likes her tea when she's stressed (earl grey, splash of oat milk, two sugars). lucky to be the one who gets to love her from this careful distance, never quite close enough to risk everything.

the girl disappears into the crowd, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the music again. mel's current track winds down, bleeding into something slower, more haunting. you recognize it immediately—it's one of her original pieces, the one she'd made you listen to first, cross-legged on her bedroom floor at 3 am, her face anxious and hopeful in the low light.

the memory makes your chest ache. up on stage, she's different from that vulnerable version of herself. her movements are precise and controlled, even in that impossible dress. you watch as she adjusts something on her deck, the feathers shifting across her back like ripples in dark water. when she reaches up to adjust her headphones, the dress catches the light in a way that makes your breath catch.

you're not the only one watching. the crowd around you is entranced, and you hear snippets of their whispered appreciation. the warmth of your tipsiness is starting to wear off. you’re suddenly so much more aware of yourself, of the differences between you and the luminescent girl on stage.

tonight you’ve chosen a simple black midi dress with a scoop neck that cups your chest gently. the tops of your breasts swell up softly at the mouth of the fabric, gleaming with a golden sheen that could only belong to your beloved diamond shimmer bath and body works mist. your hair has been longer by a copious number of extensions, the bundles pooling together at your lower back. tinsel is strung artfully in-between some strands, a careful layering courtesy of mel.

as you look around at the people around you, you feel boring and a bit underdressed. everyone is suddenly so much cooler than you and the thought brings a rush of warmth to your cheeks, the embarrassment strong in its resurgence. you shift in place as the song changes to something a bit more fast-paced. there’s a chorus of screams, shouts of pleasure, and the floor begins to shake as people flood it to dance. you smile tightly as someone slams into you rather harshly, their apology half-assed and unfocused.

you clutch the top of your mother’s vintage ysl clutch, the chain a bit rusted and the body bulging with a combination of your house keys, your lip combo, some shit from work you didn’t take out in time, and the normally slim body of your phone which as been made bigger by the chunky sides of your artisan bedazzled phone case. the multiple polaroids of you and mel in the back didn’t help the situation in any way, the glossy memories slightly distended by the rolled bills you’ve tucked back there for emergencies.

as you turn to navigate the sudden pit of people, the music lowers just enough so that mel’s soft steady voice bleeds through. the lights flash once, twice, a third time; the bulbs are hot and pink. you know what’s coming, but you still don’t turn around, though your mouth twitches in a smile.

"hey, london," mel croons and the crowd screams back at her, eager to greet the woman soundtracking what is probably just another tuesday evening. "i have a question before i finish up. i don't want to forget."

your heart stutters in your chest. she does this sometimes, turns you into an unwitting participant in her performances. you remember the first time she did it, six months ago, how your knees had gone weak at the way she'd claimed you so publicly, so casually. how dangerous it had felt, how thrilling.

"has anyone seen my girl?"

the crowd goes crazy and you lift a hand to your mouth to hide your smile, heat flooding your cheeks. you hate how easily she can undo you, how these little moments of possession—even if they're just part of her show—make your pulse race. your free hand unconsciously touches the delicate gold chain around your neck—her birthday gift from last year, a tiny hextech crystal pendant that she'd said "reminded her of home."

"i came in with her. you know her, right? gorgeous little thing in a short black dress. kind of looks like…"

you close your eyes, remembering how she'd fussed over you earlier tonight, her fingers gentle as she wove tinsel through your hair. 'perfect,' she'd murmured, her breath warm against your ear, and you'd had to suppress a shiver. now, surrounded by strangers who are about to echo what you've felt for years, the irony isn't lost on you.

she trails off, holds out her mic to a group of girls right below her who giggle out the finishing portion of her sentence.

“…the love of my life!” they sing, drawing out the ‘i’ for a long while.

mel’s laugh echoes through the speakers, the sound throaty and raw. on cue, the music begins: “please don’t be love of my life” by caitvi, (calvin harris mix). they were a rock band that accidentally stumbled into becoming the summer muses for every edm fiend in existence.

you clutch your empty martini glass with a renewed strength, fighting until you manage to clutch a hand on the bar. the bartender smiles at you, complimenting your perfume which you don’t even think is still on your skin. you say thank you anyway, laughing openly as they tease you about your fondness for lychee. you’ve always been this way, you want to say, always holding on to what you know in the hopes that it’ll eventually love you back.

instead, you look over your shoulder at mel’s far off silhouette. there’s a moment where she looks up, seems to look at you. you don’t know if she really sees you, given your distance and the disorienting nature of the club. you smile regardless, raise a hand to wave lightly. the chrome bow on your acrylics flashes meanly, signaling your position.

she looks way, smiles earnestly at the crowd, and you drop your hand. the moment is broken, like always. as you move to pull your refreshed martini by the stem, mel’s dj tag sounds: sounds of birds of paradise, interwoven into one another over a damagingly sad violin sample. it’s her way of letting the people know that this will be her last couple of songs for the evening.

the birds’ calls fade into the melancholy beginning of “healing” by gordo featuring drake. the opening notes reverberate through you and you press your lips together, body thrumming with the effect of being noticed. she had seen you. that was the only reason she was playing this song. it had been your favorite for the past month, and now here it was on blast at one of the most elite clubs in the city.

‘i want to see you dance to this,’ she’d told you one evening, her mouth trailing against your shoulder. you were twisted together in your bed, the blankets plush around you as the two of you shared her airpods. ‘i want to see you have fun, lose yourself.’

‘i can’t lose myself,’ you’d said back, mouth rising in a secretive smile.

mel had lifted your hand teasingly, bit it gently, and then interlinked her fingers with yours.

‘don’t worry. i’ll find you.’

you look back at her, find her leaning over her deck with a finger pressed pensively to her mouth. she quirks an eyebrow and gestures to the crowd, as if asking why you’re not inside of it. you smile despite it all and abandon your martini, wiggling through the gaps of people until you're up front.

the bass drops and the crowd surges forward, but you hold your ground, eyes locked on mel. she's watching you now, really watching you, her movements more deliberate as she works the deck. you recognize this version of the song; it's her own remix, the one she'd been perfecting for weeks in her home studio. she'd added layers of ethereal synths that make it feel like you're floating, like you're the only person in the room who really understands what she's trying to say.

she gestures to her security guard, a subtle movement that you've seen countless times before. within moments, strong hands are parting the crowd, creating a path to the booth. your heart pounds as you're ushered up the steps, into her domain of switches and lights and pulsing energy. the peacock feathers of her dress brush against your arm as she pulls you close, her free hand settling on your waist.

"dance with me," she murmurs into your ear, her voice carrying despite the thundering music. her fingers trace patterns on your hip, and you wonder if she can feel you trembling. "show them what this song was made for."

you let your body move with hers, falling into the rhythm she's created. the feathers of her dress catch the light with each movement, creating a private light show just for the two of you. she keeps one hand on the deck, maintaining the perfect flow of music, but her other hand never leaves your body, guiding you through the dance like she's afraid you might disappear if she lets go.

the crowd below is going wild, but you barely notice them. all you can focus on is the way mel's breath catches when you press closer, the way her fingers tighten on your waist when you roll your hips. the tinsel in your hair catches the light, mixing with the iridescent shimmer of her dress until you're both wrapped in a cocoon of glitter and sound.

"see?" she whispers, and you can hear the smile in her voice. "i told you i'd find you."

the words send a shiver down your spine, and you turn your head slightly, catching her gaze. there's something different in her eyes tonight, something that makes your breath catch in your throat. maybe it's the valentine's eve atmosphere, or maybe it's the way the lights are hitting her face, but for a moment, you let yourself believe that the look she's giving you means what you want it to mean.

she transitions into the next song seamlessly, but keeps you close, as if she's forgotten that this isn't how she usually ends her sets. as if she's forgotten that you're supposed to be just her best friend, watching from the crowd like always. as if, just for tonight, you could be something more.

the spell breaks when you catch a glimpse of your reflection in one of the booth's chrome panels. you see yourself pressed against her, see the way you're looking at her: desperate, obvious, completely transparent. the music suddenly feels too loud, the lights too bright, your skin too tight. you're acutely aware of every place her body touches yours, and it's simultaneously too much and not enough.

"i need—" you start, but can't finish. mel's hand tightens on your waist for a fraction of a second before you pull away. you gesture vaguely toward the floor, not meeting her eyes. "sorry, i just—"

you don't wait for her response, practically stumbling down the booth steps. the crowd that had been watching your dance parts easily, perhaps sensing your urgency. you hear the next dj's tag start to play—some remix of a taylor swift song—which means mel's set is over. which means she might follow you. the thought makes you move faster.

you trip over your feet, your heel catching on the bone of your ankle as it lifts and you fall. your knees crack against the ground, but you regain your momentum. your neck is warm and you lift your hair with one hand as you spin, eventually locating the flickering neon sign denoting the bathroom.

the bathroom is mercifully empty when you burst in, all perfectly-cut marble and deep blue lighting that makes your reflection look expensive and almost admirably tragic. you press your palms against the cool counter, letting your head hang down as you try to steady your breathing. the bass from the club thrums through the walls, muffled but persistent, like a heartbeat.

“you’re always so fucking stupid,” you whisper to yourself, watching a tear splash onto the marble. you'd let yourself get carried away, let yourself pretend. but mel is mel. this is the girl who turns heads when she walks into rooms, who has fashion houses begging to dress her, who could have anyone she wants. and you're just… someone else.

her best friend, you suppose. the girl who’s responsible for holding her hair back when she's sick, who listens to her practice sets, who loves her so strongly that it feels akin to having a spear sunk through your chest.

the bathroom door opens with a soft whoosh, and you know it's her before she speaks. you can smell her perfume. it’s something custom-made in paris, a mix of lily, amber, and caramel. you don't look up.

"hey," mel says softly, and you hear the click of her heels on the marble floor as she approaches. "what happened up there?"

you close your eyes, trying to ignore how the marble feels like ice beneath your palms, how your body still burns where she touched you in the booth. "nothing happened, melly. i just needed some air."

you use your nickname for her as a way to disarm her, but mel has always been immovable when it came to getting something that she wants. the silence that follows feels incredibly long, but you know it hasn’t even been ten seconds. you lean forward, splash water on your face. blindly, you search for a paper towel but you’re handed a small hand towel instead. your makeup transfers onto the fabric, staining it with the traces of your exhaustion and loneliness.

"[name], look at me." her voice is gentle but firm, the same tone she uses when she knows you're lying. when you don't move, you hear her sigh, the sound followed by the soft rustle of feathers. then her hand is on your shoulder, turning you around.

she's closer than you expected, close enough that you can see the individual glitter particles scattered across her collarbones, catch the faint sheen of sweat at her temples from performing. the peacock dress seems alive in the bathroom's soft lighting, each feather shifting with her breath. you try to step back, but the counter prevents your retreat.

"you were crying," she observes, reaching up to brush her thumb beneath your eye. her touch lingers longer than necessary, and you hate how your body betrays you, leaning into her hand like a flower seeking sun. "why were you crying?"

"i wasn't," you lie, even as another tear escapes. "it's just the vodka. you know how i get."

"yeah," she says, and now both her hands are cupping your face, forcing you to meet her gaze. her eyes are dark, intent, stripped of their usual playful gleam. "i know how you get when you're drunk, and this isn't it. this is something else."

you try to laugh but it comes out choked. "melly, please—"

"when you were up there with me," she interrupts, one hand sliding down to rest against your neck, her thumb pressed gently against your pulse point, "what were you thinking about?"

the question hangs between you, heavy with possibility. you can feel your heartbeat racing beneath her thumb, wonder if she can feel it too. the bathroom suddenly seems smaller, the air thicker. somewhere outside, the music has changed to something slower, more intimate. the bass line crawls up through the floor and into your bones.

this is how love always finds you, corners you. it's a snake that's flat enough to slide underneath the door. you always watch it passively as it slides up your body, only crying out when it bites.

"i was thinking," you start, then stop, swallowing hard. her eyes track the movement of your throat. "i was thinking about how great you were tonight, how—how beautiful you are. ‘nd i was thinking about how some things can look real without being real. like stage lights. or club nights. or best friends who—"

you cut yourself off, but her grip on your neck tightens slightly, just enough to make your breath catch. the feathers of her dress brush against your thighs, a whisper of sensation that makes you shiver.

"or best friends who what?" she prompts, her voice low, almost dangerous. she's close enough now that you can feel her breath against your lips, can smell the champagne she'd been sipping between sets.

the door to the bathroom opens, the sound of the club surging in, and you both freeze. mel doesn't move away, doesn't drop her hands. instead, she leans closer, her lips brushing your ear.

"we're not done with this conversation," she murmurs, the words a promise that distills heat through your body. "come on."

she pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, and the look in hers makes your knees weak. you open your mouth to respond, but—

the bathroom door swings shut again, leaving you both in that suspended moment. your "okay" comes out barely above a whisper, but she hears it. of course she hears it. she’s always heard you, even when you chose not to speak.

♤

the ride home is thick with unspoken words.

mel's driver, marcus, keeps his eyes professionally forward as you slide into the back of the bentley, the leather seats cool against your bare legs. mel follows, close enough that the feathers of her dress spill over onto your thigh. neither of you speak, but her pinky finger finds yours in the darkness between your bodies, hooking together like you used to do in university when one of you needed grounding.

london slides past the tinted windows in a blur of neon and shadow. you watch the reflections of passing streetlights play across mel's profile, catching the sharp edge of her jaw, the elegant line of her neck. she’s removed her performance jewelry, but missed a spot of glitter near her ear. without thinking, you reach up to brush it away.

she catches your wrist before you can retreat, her thumb pressing into your pulse point again. the car feels smaller in a matter of minutes, the air between you charged with electricity. she turns to fully face you, bringing your hand up to her mouth so that she can slide your pointer finger into her mouth. the suck of her lips is gentle, tender. you watch her head bob as she slides down further, then pulls off.

she doesn't let go of your wrist for the rest of the ride.

when the car pulls up to her mayfair townhouse, you feel like you're moving through a dream. the click of her heels on the steps echoes in the quiet street. to you, they're like gunshots and you have the irrational thought of the neighbors coming out to complain, to tell you that your desire is choking them in the same way you feel now. your own steps are less sure, thanks to the martinis and the way your whole body seems to be humming with anticipation.

she fumbles with her keys briefly, something you've never seen her do, and then you're inside. the door closes behind you with a soft click that seems to echo in the darkness. neither of you move to turn on the lights. the moonlight filtering through her floor-to-ceiling windows is enough to see by, casting everything in shades of silver.

she looks unreal, like a figment of your imagination. you pinch the inside of your thigh, letting out a hiss of air from in-between your teeth. she moves closer, fingers the indentation where your nails had dug into the skin.

you shake, but she only steadies you.

"melly," you start, but she shakes her head, settling both hands on your waist.

gently, she maneuvers you until your back meets the wall. a hand lifts to settle at the base of your neck, her lithe fingers threading into your hair so that she can cup the back of your head. she’s making sure your head doesn’t hit the stone, sacrificing her own skin to ensure your comfort. the thought makes you warmer than before.

mel watches your face, her eyes almost erratic as she searches for whatever sign she needs. she comes flush against you and your legs part instinctively to make room for her, spread to accommodate the whole of her.

she lowers her head, mouth coming to burn against your neck as she presses a kiss there. you let out a small, weeping sound as if her lips have enabled a release inside of you. in a way they have. you soften, melt into her and find the strength to touch her.

your hands grasp at mel’s neck and she hums in satisfaction, working her teeth into the meat of your neck like a vampire. she pulls back only to look down, freeing a hand from your waist to inch the hem of your dress up.

you moan brokenly as you grow more exposed, your cunt wet against the baby blue lace that holds it. the moonlight sneaks between the both of you and renders the fabric practically translucent, the blue so light in its glow that it seems closer to white.

“you’re so beautiful, baby,” mel whispers and you blink at her, your throat tight. “you always say it about me, and i never understand it. when i look at our pictures, i don’t see anyone else.”

your eyes slip low, going tender, and you cup her face.

“you’re perfect, mel.”

“i guess we’re a good match,” she murmurs and then she’s in you.

the motion is so smooth, so quick. you hadn’t realized she’d peeled the fabric of your panties back, pushed them to the side. you know nothing now except for the steady pump of her fingers. there are two working deep into the heart of you, searching and spreading your slick heat.

you cry out, eyes wide like a doe’s. mel only smiles, predatory and slow. her teeth gleam, two rows of perfect pearls. you feel out of your body, but she brings you back in with every stroke inside of you. her breathing is becoming heavy, labored. her eyes seem a little wild and the hand on your neck moves briefly to squeeze tightly at your waist until you let out a deep “unh.”

mel grins again at the sound and it makes you surge forward, crushing her mouth into a bruising kiss. you bite at her bottom lip until she opens and lets you in, your tongue lapping all over as if to consume her. she slips a third finger inside of you, curling at the walls of your cunt to make you clench down.

you continue to kiss her, tilting your head so that angle is better. you slot together perfectly and she moans into your mouth, increasing the speed of her thrusts. you break away from her and study her face, taking in the way her lip gloss is smeared wickedly around her mouth. her lips are swollen and dark and she takes one in between her teeth as she works deeper into you.

your head falls back and she returns her hand to the nape of your neck, catching you before you can hit the wall.

“you’re okay, mama,” she murmurs and you nod, eyes focused somewhere distant on the ceiling.

she knows how you get, how disassociative you can become when you’re overwhelmed with emotion. she watches as you go somewhere she’s unable to follow. your chest heaves with every exhale and she leans forward to press a kiss to the top of your tits, then another right in the middle of them. her mouth is dusted with glitter when she pulls away.

you fuck down on her hand, an animalistic moan crawling from somewhere deep in your chest. mel fucks you harder, grunting as she shifts you bodily up and down with the effort. you keen as she uses her thumb to rub your clit, the circles tight and concentrated. pleasure arcs white and hot up your spine and you close your eyes, mouth falling open silently.

“that’s it,” she says. “come on, baby. come on.”

“mel,” you gasp and she laughs lowly.

“what happened to melly?” she teases and you whine, a foot kicking out as she presses against your g-spot.

“melly, please,” you whisper. “fuck, please.”

“please what?”

"just please.”

nothing changes. she only watches you squirm and beg like a whore, her face impassive. it was moments like these where you were reminded of her mother. the thought sends another shot of arousal to your cunt and it drools down mel’s wrist, sticky and warm.

“mel, fuck. fuck, i can feel it. i’m almost—i’m right there. just please, baby.” you’re crying now, disoriented and breaking apart with every push of her fingers. “please. please, melly, please."

you drag your eyes from the ceiling to her face, your pupils dilated and bright like stars. her face suffers through a range of emotion before she curses and yanks her fingers out of you.

“no,” you sob, and she sushes you.

“just hang on a minute, mama. hold on,” she soothes, her hands coming to lift you from beneath your thighs.

mel moves quickly and you take comfort in the fact that she needs this as much as you do.

you find yourself draped over the couch, your stomach resting on the arm of the chair. there’s a slight application of pressure as mel forces you into an arch, your ass and cunt pushed up. she nudges your legs apart and then gets on her knees, her hands coming to rest on the back of your thighs as she leans in and puts her mouth on you.

“oh,” you moan and she hums into you.

she’s methodical and precise, her tongue slipping into the mix and filling you as best she can. her pace increases as she licks you front to back, twisting so she can suck and nip on your clit. you let out a high mewl as she grips the plush flesh of your ass, rocking you slowly until you’re able to continue the rhythm on your own.

the heat returns, spirals up from your stomach into your chest and throat. you whimper, letting your head fall forward and down. your eyes squeeze shut as you focus on riding her face, swiveling your hips in small circles to better grind your clit against her nose.

again you can feel it, that call to somewhere distant. mel feels the way you tighten around her tongue, the sudden stiffening of your thighs. she knows you’re just there, right at the golden gate of your private paradise so she removes her mouth and focuses completely on stimulating your clit with her fingers.

“mel,” you breathe. “melly—”

“i know, mama. you can do it. cum on my face. cum all over me, princess. mess me up, hmm?”

you reach down and she reaches up, instinctively understanding what you’re aching for. just as your fingers intertwine, you fall apart. your arch drops and mel hums, closing her eyes as you squirt over her. she can feel you trembling and she opens her mouth lazily, letting your cum drip into it as if it was some sort of sacred rain.

her fingers lace with yours properly now, no more tentative pinky holds. you grip back with the strength of a soldier at war, your eyes rolling shut as you hump against her face and ride out your high. mel only lets you use her, dragging her other hand down to grope at her throbbing pussy.

eventually, you settle and she tugs you down so that you’re sitting dazed and lax in her lap. her hands squeeze your ass as she noses at your cheek, slipping a light kiss onto your cheek.

"hey. hey, baby, look at me. are you with me?”

“ye—yeah,” you get out. “‘m with you.”

“let’s go upstairs," she says softly, and it's not quite a question. "unless—"

"yes," you interrupt, squeezing her hand. "yes."

mel makes no move to get up, however, and you watch her face.

“melly?”

"i need you to know," she says, a hand coming up to trace your jawline, "that whatever happens next… this isn't just because. this isn't just because we were dancing, or drinking, or—"

"i know," you whisper, even though you don't, not really. but you want to believe. god, how you want to believe.

mel shifts, tilts you so that you’re on your back. her braids have fallen from her signature bun, and they block out the little light spilling in from the window.

“baby, i want you. i love you, i need you, and i can’t—i can’t tell you enough how much i’ve wanted this. nothing matters to me more than you.”

“i know, melly. trust me, i understand.”

she shakes her head, opens her mouth. you lift a hand, dig your nails into the sides of her throat as you clutch at it for just one second.

“i understand.”

it feels like she’s been the only thing on your mind since the day you were born. you’ve been waiting for her ever since.

© hcneymooners.

⚚ wife tag: @s-4pphics

[kooqitas]

#pairing: ex-virgin!dino x reader.

#genre: smut MINORS DNI | #w.c: ~1800

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#synopsis: things have been weird since you took lee chan's virginity, but now you're in a library together and well… anything can happen.

#warnings: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f.), soft dom dino, public sex. cute ending

#notes: i'm a little drunk (yes, again

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things with dino got a little... weird the next day, i mean, in the morning you still had coffee together before he left giving you a warm kiss, but after that things were definitely weird.

you didn't talk to each other in class, not even to tease each other, to the point where jeonghan asked you what the hell had happened to make you be like this...

"wait, you took WHAT from him?" jeonghan literally screamed when you told him about the night you had, he seemed more shocked by lee chan's (ex) virginity than by the sex between you exactly. "well, as the says, the person sucks your tits like a stray calf and then pretends they don't know you"

"literally no one says that, jeonghan!"

"well, i'm telling you..."

then jeonghan looked at his phone, and said that mingyu was calling him in the library, you ended up going along and well... that's the situation you're in now.

dino is sitting next to you at the table, trying to discreetly touch your knee, and you really want to punch him in the face, but that would end up with you having to explain how pathetic college fights turned into sex... yeah... things really were complicated.

"i think the right answer is letter b." dino says kindly to mingyu, who insisted that the answer to the question was f.

"you don't even study dentistry to know this, why don't you shut up and study your course instead of meddling in other people's business?" you retort.

"maybe because not everyone is as self-centered as you, sometimes people have a little empathy and think about others." he says without looking at you directly.

the whole table is in silent... even though jeonghan is the only one who knows that you had sex, everyone there understood that something more than just a simple college fight had happened.

"and maybe you should shut up and wait for someone to teach you how to do things right when you do it for the first time." you retort stupidly.

"you must love teaching people how to do things for the first time, huh?"

silence.

"ok, what did i miss?" joshua asked innocently, trying to figure out what the hell was going on at that table.

"NOTHING" you both yelled together.

pathetic.

dino tried (not very discreetly) to caress your thigh and waist, it made you feel... things, the cold hand of the air conditioning in contact with your hot skin was driving you crazy, but at the same time irritated, lee chan ignored you right after you took his virginity and now he was acting like this?

you roll your eyes when you get a message from dino on your cell phone, but you end up answering him.

you roll your eyes, getting up and leaving, but the next second you felt someone grab you by the waist and take you to the 'religious books' section.

'seriously, chan?'

"i'm the one asking you, what the fuck happened?"

"what the fuck happened? YOU started ignoring me completely after... you know."

"you let me cum inside you?"

"after you stopped being a pathetic virgin."

"i'm NOT a pathetic virgin"

"well... you're welcome?" you tease him.

dino looks at you, he seems to be thinking about whether to say something or not and this leaves you feeling a mix of stressed and sad at the same time. it's obvious that you were never best friends, but damn, disappearing after you took his virginity was cruel, you wondered if you had done something wrong.

"i just... okay... look..." he took a deep breath. "you can laugh... but i was afraid that i hadn't been good for you" he admits, sighing afterwards "like, when i choked you wrong..."

"you fixed it later" you roll your eyes, thinking he was making some pathetic excuse.

"baby... i'm not lying, i just... i wish that if things happened again i would be better..." he kisses your neck, causing you to shiver that you liked.

"stop with this shit!"

he takes advantage of your skirt, rubbing his middle finger right on your cunt, making you sigh at the sudden touch.

"do you really think i wouldn't wanna fuck you again? i told you, you're mine. i just wanted to do things better, but you're so fucking impatient that you can't wait a few weeks to have my cock inside you again."

he teases his finger inside your entrance, over your panties, making you tremble under his fingers.

"son of a bitch."

"let me show you what i've learned..."

you think about asking him how he learned something for a few seconds. the idea of ​​him having 'trained' with someone makes you jealous, but any thoughts end the moment he bends down and kisses your panties.

your leg falters, fuck, lee chan is in the middle of the library, kneeling, with his head between your legs...

"stop it, fuck, someone might see us..."

"that's the fun, doll"

he moves your panties to the side, giving a gentle kiss to your wet hole, while rubbing his nose against your clit.

"fuck, lee chan"

you grab his hair, and you don't even know how, but your left leg is now on his shoulder.

the first contact of his hot tongue makes you moan loudly. the problem is that you're in a library, and even though the religious books section is abandoned, someone could still walk by...

you put your hand over your mouth, and dino laughs...

"you know... I had to learn by myself since you didn't want to teach me that day... so if it's bad or clumsy..." he looks you deep in the eyes, making you tremble. "teach me."

you gasp, because his tongue fucks you so well it seems like magic, you grab the bookshelf, trying not to pay attention to the fucking bible next to you, and the fact that anyone could walk by there, fuck, it would be so hard to explain why dino was kneeling between your legs...

but you don't think about it, in fact you can't think, his tongue on you is so good that your only concentration at the moment is not to moan out loud.

it's so good the way he sucks you like his life depends on it, like you're the last thing he'll ever eat in his entire life, the way he murmurs how hot you are and how much he's always dreamed about this.

you're gonna cum soon, and you know it, that's why you basically grind on his face, pulling his head against your legs in an attempt to get him to go even deeper, even though that's completely impossible.

"fuck, stop being desperate!" he scolds you, and you tremble at seeing him so authoritative, giving you even more pleasure. you end up rolling your hips a little more, who knows, maybe he'll talk to you like that again.

but maybe you're fucked, i mean, that's what you think when he spits on your pussy and stands up.

dino unbuckles his belt, then immediately puts the leg that was previously on his shoulder on his waist. he pulls your hair, giving you a hot, wet kiss, his tongue sliding possessively inside yours, you feeling your own taste mixed with the soda he had drunk earlier.

the way he kissed you was a little aggressive, but still affectionate, and you liked this 'new' lee chan.

he looks at you with his cock already inserted in your hole, silently asking for permission that he knew he had.

you like being 'subjected' to sex, you like being 'forced' to give in, but... consent is also fucking sexy, and you feel like you can cum just by saying 'yes, you can fuck me'

it's funny because he seems just as desperate as the first time, but at the same time he seems more 'firm' in his touches and you can't help but moan a little louder than you should.

"fuck, shut up, they're going to get us!" he whispers, you feel his balls pounding your hole, and the sound of his belt rubbing against the fabric of your skirt isn't low either.

you keep your mouth open, moaning words that you don't even know what they are, but it feels so good, the heat of his body against yours, the obvious need you have for each other...

"fuck, can't you keep quiet?"

you don't answer him, and in the next second three of dino's fingers are touching the back of your throat.

"my princess needs to always be full, right? completely..."

you hold on to the bookshelf, trying to release your lust through any part of your body that's possible.

"i'm not yo-"

"we've already gotten past that phase, right? you know you're mine, so much so that you're going to cum on my dick again, you're gonna let me fill you up again, and you're gonna let everyone know that I WAS the one who marked you."

"wha-?"

and the next second, dino's mouth was on your neck, leaving a hickey that you would only see later, but that everyone would notice as soon as you returned to the table.

"i'm gon-"

"cum for me, love, cum for your man."

"you're not my m-"

"i am... and you're mine. only mine."

ironically (or not), you cum with dino calling you 'mine' and he cums right after...

it takes you a few seconds to catch your breath. then dino moved your leg down and kissed your forehead...

"i hate you," you said...

"you can hate me, but you're still mine..."

"lee chan..."

"it was really fear, okay? i thought i had done something wrong and you didn't try to talk to me when i walked away either, i thought i had been horrible to you that night... i'm really sorry."

you take a deep breath, knowing he meant it.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to confuse you."

"but you did." you answer him rudely.

"i know, i'm sorry about that. but i care about you... not just in a sexual way... give me a chance, okay..."

"i hate you."

"yeah," and he kisses you again.

you don't wanna go back to the table, but you know you have to. you want to be with dino, whether it's to have sex like before or just to stare at his lost puppy face...

"you're mine."

"yes, i am," you answer without thinking much, making him laugh and give you another kiss, this time calmly...

someone passes by the hallway and you're thankful that you're now dressed and just kissing, but at the same time a thought comes to your head and you can't help but ask.

"who the fuck taught you to eat like that?"

###

@highvivvy @bath1lda @unlikelysublimekryptonite

[slaaverin]

I watched AYS for the first time since the show ended today as I was off work sick, and it hit me. They are together.

As in truly and utterly together.

Objectively speaking if anyone was to watch the show, at least the Japan episodes out of context, without knowledge, without prejudice, without malice, they would see a couple. I do know how this isn’t widely seen in the fandom, I’m assuming cult hate and delusion, and ignorance/homophobia, but it’s so so obvious, and I think Jimin and JK knew certain people would see them. I think they wanted that.

In the interest of finding said objectivity I got a friend to watch with me on Disney, and she asked if they were together. Case in point.

They went to a romantic and safe place, one which holds precious memories, where they saw their first snow, walking around like in a hallmark movie, eating good food together, and just being together. I’m not even talking about the train ride, or the hot tub, it’s just how they are. So entwined, they literally move together. They are so in sync, so domestic. This doesn’t come from thin air, or not seeing each other, this level of intimacy is not born of friendship however deep, it’s more.

Take the meal they have in their pjs. Who does that on a bros trip firstly? And then watching them there, it’s so cosy and cute. Jimin only has to pout about wanting more of one of the dishes, and it suddenly appears. Friends don’t do that, or not any that I know, it would be an individual decision, you’d be paying for yourself kinda vibe, not pouting and getting your own way. Same as in the grocery store in CT, Jimin points and rubs his tummy, and gets his way. It’s so cute and endearing.

The constant need to touch, I know about skinship, but this is so different, it’s innocent in someways like they are holding back, but the eyes don’t lie, and there were many moments you can see it truly in all it’s glory.

It’s just so romantic, none of the last three episodes had a bro vibe, neither did CT honestly, and the jeju episodes serve to highlight just how coupley they are.

All this to say I love their love.

Aahh anon what you say is music to my ears I agree with you 100% 👏🏻

I think most people from outside would see them as a couple. That's why it is so wild most people in the fandom are still in denial about this.

The level of intimacy, domesticity, the touches, the looks, the words, the tones, the way their personality are complimentary, the way everything matches between them, how happy they are together, how flirty they get, the little soft moments as well as the loud shocking ones; everything about them screams couple and long-term, stable love relationship.

Why people still do not see it is beyond me. I think it comes down to that they do not want to see it. Simple.

Because everything has been there for years if PEOPLE SIMPLY PAID ATTENTION and I had so much fear about AYS, because it would be blatantly obvious and it was. But I underestimated to which length and mental gymnastics people would do to stay in denial. Some people still managed to try to belittle their bond. How far are they willing to distort reality? How far are they willing to go for reality to fit their own fantasy or fit this fucking bro agenda bullshit? (I'm sick of it)

They are in love.

A part of me wishes everyone would see it. That everyone would get it and support it. But I know this is very selfish, an egoic way to prove everyone we were right all along. But there is nothing to prove. And it would not serve them. If everyone knew it would put them in danger. Because a lot of people aren't loving, and their own country would give them hell.

So maybe this is all a blessing, that just some of us see it and support in our own corner, maybe it's best it does not get too noisy.

I think jikook suspected it. I think a part of them counted on it. They observed the fandom and know how it operates.

Which all keeps them safe.

Those with open hearts and a clear vision saw how incredibly romantic AYS was.

Jikook even repeated it several times.

It was all so gentle and soft, funny and cute, with an ease and a comfort only truly loving partners can convey.

It was joy and happiness, seeing them together.

It was love in it's purest form.

They really bring out the best of each other.

Anyone not seeing this is a fool but to each their own I guess

I'm in love with their love too. It's only natural to be attracted to beauty, and with these two pure souls having a love such as theirs? It's simply magnificent.

AYS went beyond my expectations. There were many things that did not suprise me. But what truly surprised me is seeing..how to put it...the passage of time? The feeling that yes they have been together FOR A LONG TIME and it showed.

Because there was no rush. There was not the visceral need of young love. It was slow, careful, assured, known, tender. It was simple and natural. As easy as breathing.

They are completely intertwined with each other like it's supposed to be this way. And it is.

Isn't it all perfect? It's perfect. It's beautiful. It's pure love. They have butterflies. I have butterlies too.

They don't have anything to prove anymore. And I think there's no need for us to prove it either for any other part of the fandom that don't want to open their eyes to something that is STARING AT THEM IN THE FACE. Let them in their own lies. We know what is true and what is just and it's ok.

Jikook are happy so it's all fine with me.

They know some of us fully support their relationship and I guess it's enough for them.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts anon 💜

[elrielffs]

Elriel is slow burn. I love that theyre not like Nessian or Feysand. They're different. Two people getting over their old lovers and finding each other. I think the reason why im so obsessed with them is because its not all about the dagger girl x whatever man trope that everyone seems to obsessed over these days, its so overused. I love how soft they can be. soft couples deserve better.

Yes anon! Elriel is the slowest of burns. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my enemies to lovers, bombastic romances where they bicker and argue, I loved the Rowaelins, the Feysands, the Nessians--but they've all become a dime a dozen. SJM is literally the blue print that all current/modern romantasy operates off of now.

Elriel to me is something new, not only for SJM but for the genre. She's written Elain adjacent FMCs before--Yrene and Elide but I don't think their MC and romance follow the trajectory that Elriel are on.

Elriel to me has the chance to be Romantic. Yes yes, all the couples are romantic but Elriel is Romantic. It's something new for SJM, not just their relationship but their story together in general and I'm also hoping it brings a new trend to a tired and worn derivative genre. The current trends have their place ofc and I'm not saying they are bad, just that it is overdone and and overwhelming an already overabundant genre that is quickly become fast fashion and paint by the numbers.

And topped off that Elain and Azriel are both mysterious characters, I disagree with people that say Elain is "unbaked" because if you pay attention to her scenes you can see there is more going on there then the surface level. (I find it hilarious that Elain's personal arc is about blooming into her true personality and showing everyone that she is more than they believe her to be at surface level because a good chunk of this fandom follows that narrative along with characters trying to box her in.) SJM has said that Elain is a walking spoiler and that's why we haven't gotten her POV or anything. She's being kept under lock and key because there's so much surrounding her. And Azriel, for all we have gotten hints here and there, we don't really know that much about either. See how people screamed and cried he was OOC with the one POV we got of him (we all know why they say that...) it's because people don't really know or understand Azriel either. He was not OOC to me.

Romances like Elriel don't get written that often because they are harder because you can't fall back on filler "banter" and petty arguments or an already pre- established bond to short cut to tension or interest. You actually have to build the romance from the ground up and have actual conversations. Elriel are soft with each other, their relationship isn't full of blown out arguments or witty remarks back and forth that we've seen over and over and I am so excited to see how SJM plays them, how they interact from their POV, how their conversations go.

Elriel have the potential not only to be amazing but to be the best romance for me personally. I have liked other couples of course, but no way have I ever been this ride or die for a ship. I am so ready for their book. People can not like it or whatever, fine, not everything is everyone's cup of tea but no one can say it's something they have seen before from SJM or in the genre.

[pastel-peach-writes]

CAITVI X YOU IN A BAND PLEASE OH MY LORD !!?? BONUS IF UR SINGING EITHER A LOVE SONG OR A SPICY ONE N THEY R JUST LOOKING AT EACHOTHER N THEN U ?!!!

Comin' up!

Hot Rocker | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Caitlyn and Vi have a partner in a band and holy crap, they can't get enough of them.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Suggestive Themes, Lowkey The Dirtiest Thing I've Written As A PG-13 Writer, Musician/Singer Reader(separately and together), Mentions Of Overly Touchy Groupies

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– First off, Caitlyn and Vi absolutely love that you're in a band.

– They can't keep their eyes off of you every time you perform.

– They love how the lights compliment your complexion, and how your hair/body moves as you play and/or sing. Not to mention the cool ass outfits

– Vi loves you with multiple rings, ripped pants, and wild hair. Maybe even an open button-down. Basically, she loves the rocker masc look on you. She says its badass

– Caitlyn loves that look too, obviously. But she mainly loves the look on your face rather than the outfits.

– Yes, she's into fashion and loves what you wear, but when your face softens as you play a romantic ballad or how your face scrunched as you concentrate on your instrument

– speaking of instruments, if you play any handheld string instrument or the piano, Vi will never stop asking you what those hands do.

– it made your face heat up the first few times, but the later times, vi received eye-rolls, smiles, and sometimes a wink.

– even if you play the fucking drums, Vi would always ask because you often twirl the sticks between your fingers.

– If you're not much of a player, but more of a singer, Vi would ask why aren't you that vocal when she goes down on you.

– WELP.

– vocal or not during spicy times, she would always comment on it and Caitlyn will always flick her ear.

– okay, before we get into you singing a spicy song on them or furthermore on how they act while you perform, let's talk about them and your groupies.

– It's not like they don't love them! They do and they're your fans.

– If you like them, they love them

– but some of the groupies don't understand boundaries and/or talk about you in a certain way they don't like.

– it's not gross. it's the normal, "omg they're so hot!" "did you see how they acted during the finale? ohhh my god, I'm on my knees" "they could run me over with a bus and not only will i apologize for getting in the way, I'd say thank you.

– Okay, that last line makes Vi chuckle as she overhears it. Caitlyn is more concerned, but you say similar lines to her and Vi, so it's not like it was foreign behavior to her.

– anyways!

– they don't like when your groupies get handsy or visibly make you uncomfortable when you're all backstage.

– some of your fans/groupies are so wrapped up in your stardom, they forget you're human.

– God, don't let your bodyguards fail at their job.

– Vi is the first one screaming that the show's over, the guards aren't doing their fucking job, and some of your fans need to learn some respect.

– Caitltyn immediately apologizes for Vi's profanity, but not for her actions of shutting things down. She glares at the guards and some of the problematic fans while ushering everyone out

– she also looks at the kind fans apologetically and hopes they get home safe.

– OKAY FINALLY. SHOWTIME (literally)

– you don't sing or play your spicy songs until near the end of the concert.

– the mood is calmer, the fans are fully engrossed in the music. and the lighting is a perfect purple/red.

– usually, the spicy songs are covers, but the moment you show up performing a BRAND NEW UNRELEASED song about the two of them? ohhh god

– first off, cait and vi are blushing. it's intense and they're so flustered but since they're in the front row and surrounded by people, they have to keep it cool.

– the moment you mention the contrast of calloused and soft hands, they glance at each other like "is this fucking play about us?!"

– yeah, babes. it is.

– if you're a singer, you look at them as you sing. you don't stare at them all the time. (you can't let the fans know this song is explicitly ab them even though they have a good hunch)

– you're holding onto the mic stand, swaying your hips to the music with your eyes closed. but then when you talk about their kisses and maybe even how they act during the act, you look at them with a little smirk

– vi smirks back, but its very faint. she's thinking, "oh this little fucker. you're not going to get away with this"

– meanwhile, Caitlyn is freaking.

– she's not really open w her "adult" life like that and even though the details are vague and you're not saying her name, she can't help but get embarrassed

– now people know her dirtiest and deepest fantasies! (aka pretty lingerie and whispers smh. you'll be okay cait)

– if you're not much of a singer, but a music player, you watch them the entire time you play.

– you added some lyrics to the song, so when the line you wrote about them comes up, you make eye contact. A sneaky smile spreads across your face and your tongue pokes at your cheek

– if the song is more upbeat, think Chase Atlantic, you headbang to some of the music.

– if the song is slower, lana del ray type shit, you sway your music and chew on your lip

– whatever you do, Caitlyn and Vi love it

– they're weak at the knees, resisting the urge to jump on stage and kiss you until your lips turn purple

– god, they think you're such a tease but they love it.

– after the show Vi walks up to you like, "well, that was some song"

– and you're "innocently" like "oh, what song? can you remind me?"

– even Caitlyn's a little smug with a tensed jaw and her tongue running along her upper teeth. she crosses her arms, Vi mimics the stance, and she tilts her head to the side. in a low, sultry whisper she goes "you know what song."

– WHEWWWWW

– butterflies, shivers, ETC. EVERYTHING YOU COULD FEEL YOU'RE FEELING

– later that night at the hotel is interesting, but I'll leave that to your imagination.

WC: 1,000

[celaenaeiln]

can i know your thoughts on the “typical” nightwing ships (him with wally, roy, slade, kory, babs, apollo/midnighter, etc etc)?

ofc! <333

As a multishipper I literally love almost all of these

Wally

The softest ship ever! Reading about them is so cute. All cuddles and snuggles, and full on comfort.

It's the best friends to lovers trope

Haven't read about them in a really long while but they used to be my comfort ship. Like these two are so soft each other that they just make me feel warm inside.

Roy

Roydick is my spicy birdflash ship. Their chemistry was more heated with them constantly getting into arguements but falling together again. Going back to the comics I realize that Roy hero-worships Dick and that's why they get into so many fights. Roy literally thinks Dick is too perfect

There's this post about them which provides comic panels about Roy constantly comparing himself to Dick

But mostly Roy wants all of Dick. He wants Dick's 100% attention of them and he hates-HATES-that Dick gives everything to Batman. It drives him so mad because he thinks Batman doesn't deserve any of Dick's attention.

Literally tells Batman- you ain't shit. I feel bad Dick had to deal with you. He doesn't deserve it for all the greatness he is.

Roy wants all of Dick and that's where I ship them including their complicated issues. What makes their relationship so great is their problems. Neither of them will compromise (Dick won't let go of Bruce and Roy won't let go of that issue), but after all the screaming and fighting they still fall back together.

It's Dick that Roy goes to every time he has to deal with Cheshire.

Additional post:

>:> hehe

Ollie has the biggest grin on his face XD

Slade

My OTP LETS GO

Bruh I am so into them.

My post on why they were made for each other

YEA YEA YEAHHHHHH

Slade literally used the steam of Dick's shower to write a message in his bathroom mirror.

okay.

I am obsessed with Slade's obsession with Dick.

I love how in one comic Dick is literally just listing everything that's wrong with his life and Deathstroke is just standing there actively listening with his arms crossed.

He's never gonna give up that apprentice agenda.

Kory

Kory!! I LOVE DICKKORY SO MUCH!!!

When I think of love, they are the epitome of it. I didn't know it was possible to feel love through paper until I saw them. One look at the chemistry is overwhelming.

"Questions about what's right and what's not, I'll always have them. Questions about my loving you? No! I do. Very much."

Dickkory love is stronger than Dick's moral ethics and Dick's moral ethics?

I've never seen Dick love anyone as much as he did Kory. There are issues that came up ofcourse. I'm pretty sure there was an anti-alien sentiment among the general public (real life?) that affected them and on top of that the Batman office wanting Dick back so they just ripped him away from the titans and rewrote a whole new love story for them while trashing Kory for it but when the public's reaction and Dick's "he's so perfect everyone wants him so let's play around with love interests for him" aside, they were the king and queen of love.

What I love about their relationship is Dick loved Kori for who she was, not how she looked. And Kori loved Dick for who he was and not how he looked. On both sides, sometimes all people see of them are their beauty not their personality or strengths or being.

Barbara

Barbara. The reason I held off on writing this.

My feelings about Barbara are complicated.

She and Dick used to be my OTP. I loved them so much I actually hated Kori for a bit, thinking that Barbara was so much better-when I was solely in the fandom. But oh how the table have turned. Very recently the feather broke the camel's back so my feelings about the two of them have changed.

Long story short, they're better off friends. But my favorite moments come from mostly short haired Barbara comics.

This Barbara was AWESOME. She was so chill and cool and funny. She would be smart but not in a demeaning way to others.

Also Batgirl 2000 comic Dickbabs was so sweet (below)

Apollo/Midnighter

love them!

I think Midnighter would totally seduce Dick into a frenemies with benefits arrangement. I mean he's halfway there.

But aside from the usual flirting, Midnighter really, really, REALLY respects Dick's fight skills. I'm sure you've seen the panels of that already but since posts have a 30 image limit I'mma skip over that to the other reason: his greater-that-meta-human tenacity. Things and circumstances that take out metahumans, Dick surpasses through sheer will power and dedication.

So I mostly ship Dick/Midnighter but Apollo would probably join in too at some point.

Constantine

Never getting over how John-I don't do things I don't have to-Constantine saved someone because their body was hot and and their butt looked good. But later on in the comic he talks about how cool he was and what he describes Dick as is when asked about him is:

Additional exchange:

Tiger

His relationship with Tiger is AWESOME!!

It reminds me of his batman Dick relationship with Damian. Snarky and affectionate.

I ran out of image space :'0

But Dick basically gets Tiger-Spyral's number 1 and most loyal spy-to abandon the agency they work for, turn coat, and hunt them down to burn the oragnization into the ground instead. They're literally so funny. I loved Dick and Damian's cute banter and Tiger is just Damian aged up but meaner lol.

[marichild]

hi <3 all members of 3H for the ask meme pls <3 (-kavi/blackwaves)

stares at u ur literally evil. bites u tho.

VEIN

favorite thing about them: if I sat here talking about all the things about vein that fascinate me we'd be here forever. so we'll pick the parts that intrigue me the most — how he's oddly principled / his odd sense of responsibility. this post has a good section about it and I'm like. so heartemoji eyes at it forever. the other thing is that he's so hot and owns himself with an easy fluidity like. wow. stares. I'm not ashamed to admit I have eyes—

least favorite thing about them: can't think about anything that'd make me dislike him (or any character tbh) so I'll say: the level of insanity and feralness I wished to see was not achieved within those four episodes (three, really), so I can only put my hands together and pray for more next season. director li haoling I BELIEVE IN YOUUU

favorite line: with my teeth, sunshine thank you for your cooperation, sweetie~

brOTP: considers. does it even count if I say veinxiao. I don't ship them tbh I just think it's fun to throw them at each other just like that occasionally. maybe all the time. roadtripfic my beloved.

OTP: VEINFEI AAAAA VEINFEI CHEWS ON CONCRETE ROLLS OVER AND DIES. shakes. vein and his easy violence and feral dangerousness with everyone vs. his easy fondness and indulgence for xia fei. I'm gonna shut up before this turns into an essay but I'm a veinfei truther 4ever

nOTP: I'm a multishipper forever I don't have this yet </3 the thing is you can bait me into literally anything with the promise of it being interesting—

random headcanon: not random so much as real and true and fundamental to understanding the universe to me. he's transmasc to me 4ever <3

unpopular opinion: he's not actually as mean and jealous as people like to believe. xia fei is the more possessive one in this relationship — while I do think vein is definitely prone to jealousy, I believe that his version is more lowkey and less upfront. he's rational and logical <3

song i associate with them: I keep saying this but fate by enhypen is a veifei song! it's such a came back wrong song wtf

favorite picture of them: SITS DOWN AND WAILS YUYU ANIMATION MEANS SO MUCH TO ME. SOFTVEIN. LOOK AT THE WAY HE LOOKS AT XIA FEI. idgaf if there's no cp tendency here it's canon to me. excuse me while I tear my hair out and wail

XIA FEI

favorite thing about them: the way he can flip the switch between being cute puppy boy to bitchiest fucker you will ever meet. genuinely that's like ninety percent of what draws me to him with no exaggeration. the other ten percent is his pathetic puppy energy with vein

least favorite thing about them: hmm. I don't really have anything to add on that front unfortunately. the more a character sucks the more I'm fond of them truly.

favorite line:

"Unlike some people, I only go for the best, whether it's a project or a connection. Right, laoban?"

immediately cutting to

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong! I swear I won't do it again 😭😭 I'll control my temper! I'm sorry 😭😭"

brOTP: xiaofei. you gotta understand that nothing brings me greater joy than seeing two hissy kitties bite and scratch at each other metaphorically or not. I love writing these two it genuinely brings me such delight to do so

OTP: [trembles] VEINFEI VEINFEI VE— [is dragged off into the woods screaming]

nOTP: same as last answer to this

random headcanon: demisexual and the activation key is to puppy friend adopt him somehow or do whatever vein did as long as you're vein

unpopular opinion: he's not actually the soft uwu boy this entire fandom seems to think he is 😭 he's smart and deceptive despite wearing his heart on his sleeve — do yall think vein trusted him with spying on shiguang for liu xiao on a whim ... I'm also convinced he knows or at least is distantly aware that vein is doing, well, very many criminal things. don't u adore him ♡

song i associate with them: BITE ME BY ENHYPEN. veifei discord agrees with me. heh.

favorite picture of them: look at him oh my god. have u ever seen someone be scolded and then head patted so gently. I'm obsessed with this entire sequence I think. I'm obsessed with them in general. waugh.

LIU XIAO

favorite thing about them: ughhh do I have to. sighs. I guess if I had to pick to pick it'd be how mean he honestly is. like. he doesn't outright lie to you or insult you but you can tell because he wants you to know. 🙄

least favorite thing about them: fucking adrenaline junkie FREAK I'm never forgiving him for this shit istg

favorite line: how can you be my friend if you don't do this?

brOTP: for reasons stated above, xiaofei ✨️ truly it's so entertaining.

OTP: xiaochen in the very specific and detailed way I think about them forever

nOTP: once again nonexistent anything can be fun if you try ♡

random headcanon: he's enby aroace and horrible at it + in any universe would bite you for using the correct pronouns on him.

unpopular opinion: in the nicest way possible I genuinely don't believe he's a homewrecker or trying to get between veinfei 🙏 he's at best menacing xia fei bc he thinks it's funny how much feifei doesn't like him, and he literally gets along with vein like. nothing indicates otherwise. to begin with he's probably like ?? at veinfei's weird courting rituals anyway tbh

song i associate with them: honestly I got nothing on this genderfuckthing. in a very xiaochen sense I couldddd probably say like. pisces moon by flower face? all my xiaochen related songs are for the band au helpppp

favorite picture of them: sighs. you're not getting an explanation out of me for the first one. I will say that the second one lives rent free in my head because jfc this stupid fucking adrenaline junkie freak is having so much fun here isn't he. wtf is wrong with him forever.

well that was mildly humiliating

[redlikerozez]

Share the Love Event

Prompt: how he says "i love you" for the first time

For @teetorini <3

Tee, thank you so much for everything. You're such an amazing person and I'm so glad I'm getting to know you better in the server. It's truly become a new home for me. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it for you!

Gojo Satoru x Reader (approx 3.5k words)

No use of Y/N. Gender neutral reader. Pet names: baby, sweet, sleepyhead.

Warnings: a little angsty but with a happy ending :))

Dating the strongest sorcerer in modern history definitely had its perks. 

You’d been dating the Gojo Satoru for almost a year now. He treated you like royalty. You were his muse and the subject of his every thought. He could barely go hours without seeing you or at least hearing your voice.

It was clear during the newly dating phase that his love languages were gift giving and physical affection. He would go out of his way to find little trinkets or sweets while he was out on missions to bring back for you to share together. 

You’d told him too many times that it was too embarrassing when he bought expensive things for you, but he kept doing it anyway just to get a reaction out of you. At this point, your closet was half full of expensive clothing and other accessories you only ever pulled out for date nights with him. They were too precious to wear everyday, especially in your line of work. Sorcery and deadly missions didn’t exactly take well to silks, cashmere, soft velvets and intricate lace detailing. You didn’t want to ruin anything, especially when Satoru promised he would just buy another.

And when he wasn’t on missions or teaching, when it was just the two of you, he was constantly teasing you and wrapped around you in some way. He found himself reaching out for your hand after letting Infinity drop when taking a stroll or putting an arm around your waist. He draped his arms around you like a scarf and leaned his chin on your head if you were standing in front of him. On the couch while watching a movie, he would either be cuddling you ferociously or his long legs would be slightly crushing you, perpendicular and on top of yours. Sometimes he’d even find his fingers running through your hair when you were sleeping next to him or softly caressing your cheek or any part of your skin.

Satoru was unaccustomed to vulnerability to say the least. He forgot how nice it felt just to feel the warmth of another. 

“You’re so… soft,” he would say like a broken record, still managing to be surprised every time his fingers made contact. 

Even with the constant attention and spoiling, it wasn’t the cake walk everyone seemed to believe it was. This doesn’t mean it wasn’t absolutely amazing for the most part, but even the most powerful have their flaws when it comes to relationships. 

He was practically untouchable, not only physically but in terms of raw power. It had become second nature to keep Infinity up at all times. An invisible barrier that protected him from harm. But it also prevented him from getting close to others, quite literally. 

Being the strongest meant there was always some unspeakable divide between him and everyone else he met. They were all fragile, breakable. He wasn’t. 

Sometimes he’d even forget his Infinity was still active when reaching out for you. You’d laugh a little, before giving him a fake stern look and say, “Satoru…” in the most childish mean voice you could muster to remind him. 

And in reply he’d always make a big deal out of lowering Infinity by imitating “The Scream” by Edvard Munch before wrangling you into his arms and kissing you all over relentlessly to make up for it, saying between each kiss, “There? Can you feel this? Is that better now?!”

When he wasn’t reminding everyone he was the strongest or being a pain in the higher-ups’ asses, he was still a cocky asshole. Most of his friends wondered what on earth you saw in that man, and they’d constantly remind him to never fuck anything up between you two because he was so lucky to snag such an amazing person like you.

But beneath all the silly jokes and the copious amounts of pride, he sometimes let slip to you that it was mostly just a front. He had a soft side around you, though he’d never admit to it.

He didn’t like letting people get close to him because he was too aware of how dangerous his line of work could be and how many friends and coworkers and even students sometimes would just never return from missions.

Satoru knew practically everything about you, at least all the stuff that mattered to him anyway. He knew your favorite flowers, favorite restaurants, shops, and authors and books, but he never asked about personal things. Any further information about yourself you’d told him was initially offered by you. It almost offended you when you realized it, but it dawned on you that you’d never really asked him about personal things either. He just didn’t share anything extra like you had.

Still, it got you wondering… What was his childhood like? What was his relationship like with his parents? He didn’t have any pictures of his family or friends hung on the walls of his apartment. Didn’t the Gojo clan have a large estate? Why did he choose to live in an apartment? 

He never mentioned family, or anyone outside of work, really. He never even mentioned an ex or talked about his former best friend that betrayed all of jujutsu society. 

You tried to ask Shoko about him once, but she just shrugged and said she’d never thought to ask him that stuff, even when they were in school together. And Kento was just as clueless.

Exasperated and out of luck, you came to the conclusion that this man just didn’t talk to anyone about himself. Well, that is to say the self-centered borderline narcissist Gojo Satoru practically never shut up about how amazing he was or how he was the strongest, but it seemed he never talked about anything beyond just that. 

It made you cringe a little when thinking about strategies or different approaches to get him to open up. You didn’t want to end up in a weird spot in the relationship where he used you as a pseudo-therapist because that hadn’t gone well in your past relationships. But you wanted to subtly hint to him that if there was ever anything wrong, that he could talk about it with you if he wanted.

Oh, there was one more thing that bothered you: he still hadn’t said those three little words… “I love you.”

It practically crawled out of your mouth one night in bed together. He hadn’t made a big deal of it, but he didn’t say it back, either. You figured maybe he just wasn’t ready to take that step so soon. 

But after all these months together, he still hadn’t said it. It wasn’t that you questioned his affections for you. He showed his love for you in different ways everyday, but he still never said it.

And it was starting to bother you.

It was hardly the time to broach the subject while straddling him on the couch, deep in his mouth with your tongues intertwined, but it had been bothering you for a while and you didn’t want to let it fester any longer before it became resentment.

“Satoru,” you pulled away, gasping from the intensity of the kiss.

“Hmm?” he purred, pupils blown wide with desire.

The way he looked at you just made your heart melt. His eyes. It was hard not to stare. Even after so long, you never got used to looking into his breathtakingly blue eyes. 

“You can talk to me, you know?”

He made a confused face, laughing softly. “I thought we were kissing…?”

You pushed him lightly in the chest. “I mean like in general. You can talk to me about stuff.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Stuff?”

“You know!” you tried to save yourself. “Stuff! Feelings, thoughts, memories… Anything. You can talk to me about anything. You know that right?”

“Okay… Just curious, but why are you bringing this up right now? It was getting pretty heated there.”

“Well, because…” you started to say.

You locked eyes with him. You bit your lip to try and steel your nerves. God, you shouldn’t have looked him in the eyes. You get lost in them every time. And the way those eyes were looking at you now, like you hung the very moon and the stars in the night sky.

Forcing yourself to break eye contact for a second for fear of getting caught in a trance, you took a deep breath.

“Because Satoru,” you began again, going back to stare deep into his eyes. “I love you.” 

So what if you got lost in them? You meant every word. And it had been some time since you last said it. Maybe he was ready now, you thought.

His mouth parted into a big smile and he replied, “I know I can talk to you, baby. You’re my world.” 

He tried to go back in for another kiss, but a nervous laugh ekes out of your mouth and it stops him. He gently tilts your chin up so that you’re staring into his eyes again. He has a serious look on his face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Do… Do you love me?”

It was hard to hide the hurt in your voice, but you tried to cover it up best you could.

“Of course I do. I mean it: You’re my world,” he assured you, cupping your cheek in his palm.

“I just noticed you haven’t said it back, that’s all,” you said, leaning into his hand a bit.

“I do. I care for you so much-”

“Care?” Your eyes widened in surprise. “You care for me?” 

You didn’t intend for it to sound so accusatory, but his word choice just felt so clumsy. 

“No, that’s not what I’m trying to say.”

“Can you not say it for some reason?” you asked genuinely.

He stared at you, still searching for the right words for a moment.

“Do you not feel loved or cared for? I try to show through my actions not just empty words-”

“They’re not empty words, Satoru,” your brows furrowed. “Not to me.”

He huffed in frustration. “You really want me to say it that bad?” He was almost mocking you.

“It’s important to me,” you said, eyes narrowing. “I’d like to know if the person I’ve spent the last year with actually loves me or not.”

“I do!”

“Then why can’t you say it?”

He started several sentences but couldn’t get past the first word. You moved to get off of his lap, but he tried to keep you in place. 

“It’s not like that, I promise you,” he tried to save himself. “Please, don’t go. I-I really- I do! I… ” 

He let his voice drift off and let out a sigh. His hand massaged his eyes in shame. 

You nodded darkly, biting your lip. “I see,” you said. “I guess that’s my answer then, is it?”

He didn’t resist this time when you stood up.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I want to. But I just… can’t.”

“And you can’t tell me why?”

He didn’t reply.

You started collecting your things. He got up to open the door for you as you left and you tried your best to hold back tears.

“I have a mission tomorrow. When I get back, we have a lot to talk about. Until then, you have a lot of thinking and reflecting to do,” you said as evenly as possible. “We both do.”

“Yeah…”

You felt so stupid. That was not how you thought this conversation was going to go. Maybe you’d been too harsh? And how had you waited this long to bring it up? Maybe you should go back and apologize-

No, you had to put your foot down. 

If it had been your friend that had told you “Oh he still hasn’t said I love you back and it’s been a year” you would’ve screamed at them to break it off. 

Maybe you deserved better. But your mind couldn’t comprehend the prospect of someone better than Gojo Satoru out there in the world. As emotionally unavailable as he is, he’s pretty much the perfect partner in every other way. 

You hoped you hadn’t just made a huge mistake getting into it right before a big mission.

But it was a big red flag that he couldn’t say I love you back. Especially after so many chances to say it just now. It was so big and red and waving that you couldn’t ignore it any longer, and one that he couldn’t either.

He never told you, but Gojo Satoru had nightmares about getting calls like the one he’d picked up at four in the morning two days after you’d left for your mission. He knew something was wrong the second he saw Shoko’s face appear on his smartphone’s caller ID in the middle of the night. He picked up the call, but he could feel his heart in his throat and it was drowning out Shoko’s words on the other end of the phone. He could only piece together a couple of words at a time. 

“…unexpected accident… unregistered special grade… brought to the infirmary… asking for you… doing all I can…”

He was holding his breath, hoping this was only another nightmare or some practical joke. But it wasn’t. 

“Did you hear me, Satoru? Get here. Now,” she said.

“Ok,” was all he could manage in response, feeling like his entire world was shattering.

It was all a blur. He doesn’t even know how long it took for him to get there, but it felt close to the speed of sound. Judging from Shoko’s shock to see him already at Jujutsu Tech, it was pretty quick. 

“Where?” was all he could ask, panting heavily with effort from running so fast.

Shoko was already drawing back the curtain to reveal your unconscious form in a hospital bed. There was a bandage over your left eye and others around various other body parts where you were injured. Red was already seeping through in a couple of places. Shoko was still in a surgical mask and scrubs from treating you. 

“How bad is it?”

“Should be fine, but only if we can get ‘em to pull through tonight,” she answered bluntly. “It’ll be touch-and-go for a while.”

Shoko hadn’t seen him like this in a long time. A small breeze could’ve knocked him over. He was drowning in a hideous mixture of emotions: shock, despair, regret, and just a dash of hope to keep him standing upright. 

“I’ll leave you,” she said, turning to walk away and close the curtain. “Just yell if something happens or if you need anything, Satoru.”

“Yeah,” he answered, sounding hollower than he’d felt in a long time. “Thanks for calling me.”

“Of course.”

She shut the curtain behind her as she took her leave. 

Satoru sat down next to the bedside in a wooden armchair with an uncomfortable cushion. He couldn’t decide on a sitting position, rearranging himself several different times before finally settling on a manspread while leaning closer to you. 

He ever-so-gently fished your arm out from under a thin white blanket and grasped your fingers in his, holding on for dear life. He finally took a deep breath and stroked the soft skin on the back of your hand soothingly. 

Satoru wasn’t used to feeling fear like this before. He kept others at a distance so that when they met unfortunate ends, as they so often did in his line of work, he wouldn’t get too broken up about it. But this was different. It wasn’t supposed to happen to you. He was supposed to be there to protect you, to keep you from all harm. 

He wasn’t able to save Suguru. He thought it would be different this time. He was stronger, no, the strongest. He was older, wiser, more experienced. How had he let you end up in this state? A broken, bleeding mess in a hospital bed. Surely he could do better for the person he cared for the most in the world. 

Why did no one call him if it looked like things weren’t going to plan?

“I’m right here. You’re gonna be ok,” he whispered to you. “You gotta fight for me, baby. Come back to me.”

It was a tense night. Shoko came in not long after with some tea that he let go cold. He couldn’t take his hands or his gaze off of you the whole time. He finally had to break contact with your hand when Shoko came in hours later to change some bandages before starting another healing session. 

He hated seeing you like this. He felt so weak. He couldn’t do anything to help you except sit back and watch Shoko work. 

After she was finished, she turned back to look at him and nodded, “It’ll be ok. The worst part has passed.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and sunk back into the chair next to your bedside, intertwining his hand back with yours. 

You woke up the next morning feeling like your head and body weighed several tons. Aches and pains and throbbing filled your senses. But something soft and soothing cut through all the sensory noise in your body. Someone was gently stroking a thumb against the skin of the back of your hand. You groaned slightly as you opened your eyes to be blinded by a bright light penetrating into your skull. 

Someone stirred next to you excitedly. “Hey there, sleepyhead. How’re you feeling?”

It was his voice. It acted like a numbing agent to all your pain, to hear his voice softly cooing next to you.

“Satoru, you came,” you said, smiling big and trying to sit up. 

Your body instantly rejected your attempt and you hissed, resigning to keep still.

“Yeah, maybe not such a good idea to move, sweet,” he laughed lightly, bringing his hand to your cheek. “Of course I came. How’re you feeling?”

You took stock of your body for a brief moment before grimacing back up at him. “Not great… But it helps knowing you’re here.” You nuzzled deeper into his hand at your cheek.

Satoru could’ve melted on the spot right there. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on your swollen and split lip. You tried to reciprocate the kiss briefly, but your lips recoiled back in pain.

“Sorry,” he apologized instantly. 

“Maybe we’ll wait for that till I’m feeling a little better, ok?”

“Yeah, for sure,” he agreed, smiling. “Is there anything I can get for you? Water? Ice chips? Tea? Do you need me to get Shoko?” 

He was already standing up, eager to go help you with whatever you may need. But you told him you were alright for the moment. He sat back down and you just looked at him for a long moment.

You both started saying something at the same time and laughed.

“You start,” he offered.

“No, I insist,” you countered. “What were you going to say?”

“About the other day, before you left…” he started.

Your heart started racing. Oh god, you’d completely forgotten about that with everything that happened. It seemed so silly, now.

“Satoru, it’s ok-”

“I couldn’t say it then and I’m sorry. It’s stupid, but I thought that if I said it out loud it would make it real, that I let myself get close to someone again,” he said. He was speaking slowly, like the words were resisting coming out of his mouth. “That I felt really strongly for someone again. Someone that I don’t want to lose. And I really don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either, Satoru. But really, it’s ok if you can’t-”

“I-I love you. I really, really love you. And I’m really scared of what that means, but I can’t keep hiding from it anymore. I love you. So, if you could forgive me for being such a coward-”

Your body moved on its own, despite its own protesting. You flung yourself into his arms and to his lips. The mixture of happiness and adrenaline coursing through your veins was enough to numb the pain for a moment. 

He hummed in surprise when he found your lips on his in an instant and kissed you back eagerly. Tongues intertwining once again, he found the opportunity to lower your body back onto the hospital bed so that you wouldn’t hurt anymore than needed.

After breaking away to breathe, his hot breath wafting at your cheek, he whispered “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you more, Satoru,” you panted back. 

“Oh, you think so?” he teased. “We’ll see about that-”

“This is an infirmary not a love hotel, you two weirdos,” Shoko called from the other side of the curtain.

Your face instantly turned bright red, but Satoru just laughed and called back a snarky remark to Shoko that you couldn’t hear over the steam coming out of your ears.

You both locked eyes again after the embarrassment wore off. There was no one either of you wanted to be with more than each other. 

A/N:

This is the first time I've ever written for Gojo. Also the first time I've written an "x Reader" fic and something in second person POV!! Even more, the first time I've written a piece as a gift for another person and for an event!! Lots of firsts for me!!

Thank you again to Tee for the prompt and the event. I had so much participating!!

Thanks to @delirious-donna for helping beta this and for helpful advice!

Dividers all by @cafekitsune

All writing and art posted by this blog is original work by ©RedLikeRozez. Do not reupload, translate, copy, or claim as your own work.

[colemorrison]

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ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ɪᴛ

"I killed someone." You said next, grabbing his attention, your eyes were wide, like you hadn't meant to admit it. "Not literally. Well, it's like this. I was born a girl, she was so sweet, a struggling kid and well. I'm me now, meaning she's gone. I killed her." James tried to follow, nodding along as you spoke, should he come clean too?

James Sunderland x FTM! Reader Warning's : GRAPHIC descriptions of self harm, blood, cutting and burning and obviously killing people. Word Count : 793

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His pacing only made you more anxious, this town was a prison to everyone who crossed it's path, but at least it had brought you and James together. You stood sliding into a different room, you couldn't handle any more noises, it was overstimulating and made you crave the thin little blade, the way it sat in-between your fingers, the way it cut through the skin on your body. Your lighter, it was your best friend, watching the way your skin would heat up, burning the little hairs.

James peeked through the door way, soft features and puppy eyes looking for you. When they met with your sad broken eyes his nonexistent ears practically flattened. “Did I upset you? I didn’t mean to.. Bother you, was it the pacing?” He slid into the room, standing awkwardly by your side, he twiddled his fingers, every few seconds looking over at you. He knew the look in your eyes, the look of craving harm, wishing pain on yourself.

“It’s not worth it. Harming yourself..” Your silence broke his heart, he hated it, he wanted to fix it, to take your pain, triple it and give it to himself. He reached over, long fingers lacing with yours, he wanted to fix it, to help you so you didn't become the way he was. Living in a constant state of guilt and regret for what you did was something you two almost bonded over, he knows what he did and you know what you've done. You both killed her, you, a young girl and he, his late wife.

Neither of you had told each other what you've done, it felt wrong, to tell people you're a murderer, someone who had blood drenched on their hands. But the feeling of guilt and regret were noticeable, trembling hands, wandering eyes. "Thank you." The man lit up at your voice coming towards his ears, it was sweet, a twinge of gentleness that he craved, his eyes wandered to your laced fingers, your skin looked so soft, it felt so soft. Living for so long without comforting touches or gentle affection drove him mad.

"I killed someone." You said next, grabbing his attention, your eyes were wide, like you hadn't meant to admit it. "Not literally. Well, it's like this. I was born a girl, she was so sweet, a struggling kid and well. I'm me now, meaning she's gone. I killed her." James tried to follow, nodding along as you spoke, should he come clean too?

"Me too." He shook his head trying to find the right words, how could he say this in a way that didn't sound insane. "I killed someone too, my wife." James closed his eyes tightly, fearing you'd scream or leave, he'd understand. God the guilt haunted him he shouldn't have done it, but he did. It's too late to go back now.

"Oh." Silence swallowed you both whole again, you never let go though, nails gently digging into his skin, he liked it, it was grounding almost, feeling pain kept him awake. "I guess we're both bad people then huh?" It was true, wasn't it? You killed people, but does that mean you're a bad person, does one bad thing mean being a bad person?

James didn't reply, subconsciously leaning toward you and pressing his forehead into your shoulder. "I'm sorry. I know I've taken this whole role of protecting you this whole time and now you've just found out I'm not worthy to protect you." You looked down at your hands, either James didn't see the fresh burns or maybe he didn't want to bother you so he stayed quiet.

"I trust you." Those words said I love you in a million different ways, why did you trust him? How could you trust him after what he did to his wife, after he confessed to it. He sniffled, anxiety melting away, you trusted him?

"Why? I mean I killed her-" You turned to him with a small smile, looking at the way he anxiously tapped his foot on the ground, you gently moved him, manoeuvring yourself to lay your head on his lap, he was comfy, a soft blush coated his cheeks. He looked so handsome in this light, the fog and cold of the town was miles away in this moment.

"What have I got to lose? Death is death, it'll happen anyway, at least if you kill me, I'll die by the hands of a handsome man." It was a dumb phrase, cheesy even, it was something that would be said in those stupid romance movies that people squealed over. But it was true, he was a handsome man, resembling a wet dog whose ears were flat due to the rain.

[giggly-squiggily]

MORE BLUE LOCK THOUGHT COMING RIGHT UP 🩷🩷

- when bachira got declared the runner up i immediately had to think of that fic you wrote where he tries to tickle monster his way through the top three because he misses isagi. imagine he does it with the top six but this time it's just for funsies, like he just walks around attacking them and observes their wildly different reactions

- i NEED chigiri's mom to join the mom squad i love them so much i need them to go on coffee dates and gossip about their sons i need them to put the boys into chic clothes and drag them to a classical concert and they're having the time of their lives while their sons sit there and all exchange glances like "we could be playing soccer rn" while also pretending not to know each other because they feel so stupid in their little suits and ties

- barou?? on the field?? BAROU ON THE FIELD???? *screeches*

- yukki and nagi expand on the games they play to pass time and rin pretends not to care but one night they play Who Am I and nagi does such an accurate impression of isagi that it makes rin laugh and he joins the game after that. they didn't plan on telling anyone but then yukki subconsciously imitates something karasu does at practice and it's so spot on that they get ratted out

- i'm just thinking about this because i had a tiktok on my fyp that had reo and chigiri edited to that "name a more iconic duo than a twink and a redhead" but these two are the gossip queens of blue lock they know everything about everyone

- ego is really growing on me, i didn't like him in s1 but he's lowkey hilarious so imagine it's his birthday while at blue lock and anri organizes a little surprise and when he walks in on her and the boys all yelling "happy birtday!! :D" he just looks over his shoulder like "to who :o" (don't tell me this man wouldn't forget his own birthday)

- they play kiss marry kill during breaks and bachira will say "kill everyone marry isagi" each time even when isagi is not an option

JKEKJRJKEJR REY YOU ARE SPOILING ME! :D

This got long so under the cut! :D

-HELP THAT IS SO FUNNY KJLRJLKEJREJJ Could I use this for a fic, I'll credit/tag you and everything: I just have so many thoughts on them and how'd they react akljrjkearjkeajkrjk Bachira's back on his bullshit and I love him so much KJLJKRLEJKLRJKLEJKRLE Like: Yuki with a soft giggly laugh vs Karasu's literal screams of the dead cause this man CANNOT- kjlarjkleajklrjkle

-YES!!! Her and the moms all together; the idea of them all dressed up and attending some sort of concert like you said ajkraejklrjklaejklr They're all dressed up and Isagi's got his hair combed back all nice and beyond over it- Bachira's chewing on his tie at some point and Chigiri's the only one low-key vibing (he fell asleep halfway through the concert and only woke up at the huge gong smack) They take selfies at the start doing the "had to do it to them" pose too ajkreakrkejjrkaejkrjke

-KLJREHJKLRJKEJKLREJKLRJKEJ AHHHH *screeches so hard I explode* THE JOKER!!! When he missed that shot I was so mad- kjarjkekjrejkrjke

-HELP KJERJKEJKRJKj Nagi hits him with a dead on "I'm gonna devour you, genius" and Rin inadvertently snorts giving himself away; the idea of him joining in is so cute akjrjkleajkrejkj Yuki accidentally giving them away when he mimics his arm pose or something and Karasu's just "OI!" Nagi and Rin try to play it off like "Yukki's just crazy" but they get snitched on by said man cause "I'm not going down alone!" kjarjkeajkrejkrjke

-HELP YES! They talk so much shit about everyone (But like- funny shit nothing genuinely mean if anything they talk more highly of their teammates) and gossip about everyone's relationships ("Rin's got it bad for Hiori." "Everyone's got it bad for Hiori"-) They run to one other like "Biiiiiitch" "Whaaat?" Whenever they got new tea.

-For real!!! I made so much fun of him when he first appeared but now lowkey he's kind of a vibe? His strangeness grew on me like fungus and I'm okay with that. :D HELP NOT HIM FORGETTING HIS BIRTHDAY EJKRKJLEJKREJKLRJKE "How old are you, Ego-Sensei?" "Too old." (What's the bet he forgot how old he is? Like the man has to literally check records of his time playing soccer and do all these complicated maths while Anri's staring at him with "Dude. You're 31.")

-KJLRJKEJKLRJKEJK HELP "Kiss Marry Kill-" "ISAGI MARRY! Kill everyone else :D" Cuts to Chigiri being all "Rude D:<" and Isagi a blushing mess while Reo's trying to gently explain that Isagi wasn't even an option. Shidou at some point joins in but makes everything lewd and gross so he's kicked out.

Now to add some of my own! :D

-I know Oliver said that bag was his ex-girlfriends but I beg the question of how exactly did it end up in Sae's things? Conspiracy theory: Sae IS a drag queen and works nights when he isn't playing but does it so well no one knows it's him. (Either that or Oliver planted it in his bag to throw everyone off whichever one's funnier.)

-Gonna be so real I was low-key hoping they'd find a picture of baby Rin in Sae's back or something to show he cared- it's such a long shot but I love the idea of Sae's wallpaper or lock screen being them as babies and no one really knows about it cause Sae never brings his phone out- not even Rin would know about it it's that well hidden.

UGH this season makes me so happy! It's gonna be so good how it ends- I think? I have no idea but I'm HYPED! :D Thank you for all the thoughts! my inbox is always open to you for any more you think of, and I'll be sure to share with you my own! :D

[mychlapci]

TFA anon about to dump some TFA BulkOp on you because it’s one of my favorite rarepairs

Really it started out as a series of hookups that started because Optimus was feeling a bit lonely and really need a fat spike absolutely ruining his tight valve and he figured that Bulkhead was the perfect choice (considering that Ratchet was too old therefore not really able to pound him into oblivion like Optimus wanted, Bumblebee being a bit immature for Optimus’ tastes though he had considered it, and Prowl because he was broody)

He was big and strong, a gentle giant, and with a mech of his size he was sure to have a giant spike that could suit Optimus’ needs. So Optimus just casually brought it up one day when they were alone. Bulkhead was stunned but he admitted that he had been feeling lonely as well and like hell he wasn’t gonna pass up on an opportunity to fuck the prettiest bot he had ever met. So that night Bulkhead went into Optimus’ room and the best sex of their lives began.

At some point after they’ve been hooking up for a long time, Optimus starts to develop romantic feelings for Bulkhead. The big guy is just so soft and caring and loving, Optimus can’t help but want more..

Bulkhead deeply admires Optimus for his courage and passion, but his spark does a little twist whenever he blames himself for something out of his control. He just wishes to hold Optimus tight and reassure him that it’s not his fault, whispering lovely things into his ear..

Things get kinda awkward between them after that, just dancing around each other for a bit and avoiding any subjects regarding anything too intimate until Bulkhead accidentally lets it slip that he loves him after another night of passion and he panics for a bit thinking that he fucked up until Optimus admits that he feels the same. Bulkhead is overjoyed and they talk about it for a bit before they decide to see where this goes and they end up dating.

..Which literally NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT.

Yeah those two were the absolute last people anybody expected to have gotten together. In fact, nobody even knew they were hooking up before all of this. The only reason Team Prime found out was because one day Bumblebee walked in on Optimus and Bulkhead making out on the couch and screamed at the top of his lungs in shock and slight horror and who wouldn’t because holy shit my best friend is kissing our leader.

For the next month Bumblebee stared at Bulkhead slightly impressed that he actually landed Bossbot and horrified because holy shit he landed Bossbot. Prowl was just incredibly confused on how the hell THAT happened but was still happy for them and Ratchet kinda had a hunch when Bulkhead and Optimus came into the medbay with a suspicious amount of paint transfers on them.

Optimus and Bulkhead become kinda embarrassed when Bumblebee recovers enough from the “trauma” to start making all sorts of jokes at their expense but they get used to it quickly.

And when Bumblebee asks, yes, they’d answer, the sex is amazing.

Woah. This turned out more wholesome than I thought it would. Anyways, at some point after the war Bulkhead probably knocks up Optimus and that’s how everyone else found out BulkOp was a thing. Bulkhead spends his nights pounding Optimus into oblivion while filling his forge with load after load of transfluid for their future sparkling as Optimus moans and whimpers in pleasure <3

i love how this took a quick turn into breeding kink debauchery. I haven't really considered this ship before, but i'm into it. mhmmm Bulkhead being Optimus gentle giant that'll slide his fat spike into his valve, listening to Optimus' pleas for faster, harder, deeper, slower. Optimus is tight for such a big bot and Bulkhead is almost ridiculously big, so the sex is as amazing Optimus expected...

I love the thought of them making it official but still keeping it on the down low a little, only to be found out by Bumblebee while they were casually feeling each other up on the couch. It's embarrassing, but it's probably for the better that the rest of the team knows. Though once Bee starts making jokes about it, they're not so sure...

I do want Optimus pregnant with Bulkhead's fat baby. He'd make sure to keep Optimus topped up on transfluid to keep the little one growing, so you know Optimus has got quite a baby bump <3

[dvskf4llz]

Hi happy pride moth!! <3

Can i requeat a tango x short raccoon male reader who is exactly like him (pathetic mad scientist everyone loves, probably eats redstone) and everytime tango flirts with him he gets all blushy and his fur gets poofy

AGH YESSS I LOVE THISSS

We love our mad scientist that may or may not eat redstone

My silly little raccoon

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TW: nothing too bad. SFW. tango being extremely flirty, tango teasing reader

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You loved Tango, a lot. You and Him were literally meant for each other, you 2 had a lot in common.

You were a scientist, he was a scientist aswell. You both have a passion for redstone, both of you caught each other eating redstone a few times.. Ok maybe more than a few, but anyway.

You both loved working on little projects together, they usually involve redstone.

During those projects, Tango liked to flirt with you randomly just to get a reaction out of you. He found it extremely cute whenever your fur poofed up everytime he had flirted with you, it made him laugh. He especially finds it cute whenever you start angrily pouting when he laughs at your fur poofing up a lot as you blush, he pats your head and gives you a kiss on the cheek. You immediately switch moods after he gives you a kiss.

You both like to give each other little kisses randomly, mostly during when you both are working together. It can be just a small little kiss on the lips or a kiss on the cheek.

Everytime Tango had to do something like working on a project involving redstone, he likes to have you in the same room or even helping him in anyway you can.

Tango just loves making contraptions for you, a few times he's made a very simple machine for you that would pop out a note and it would have motivating or flirty words written on them such as: "𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 <3" "𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓮 ;)" "𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝓮 ᰔ". It was extremely cute. He once made a machine that launched fireworks spelling "I love [Name] ♡", you gave him lots of cuddles after that.

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𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮:

You were just doing the usual, doing your scientist things, eating redstone from time to time, you know.

Tango just popped out of nowhere and started flirting with you.

"Did you know that your so cute when you work?"

"It's adorable seeing your little expressions and reactions."

"Your so hot you know?"

You then shut him up with a kiss on the lips, which worked a lot.

Everytime he pulled a stunt like that, you would just be shutting him up with multiple kisses. He gets flustered by them so.

One day, you decided to scare the crap out of Tango being sneaking up on him.

"BOO!" You yelled as you pop out from the ceiling, Tango got extremely startled as he screamed and almost fell backwards. He was panting like crazy, you gave him a real fright. Meanwhile, you were just laughing so hard.

He glared at you for a moment which made you stop laughing, he then start laughing as he rolled his eyes.

"You're such a nuisance sometimes." He said, chuckling. You pouted at that, he brought you in a hug and patted your head.

"I'm kidding I'm kidding." He said, you hugged him back

"You're such a silly little raccoon." He said

"But you're my silly little raccoon that I love so much." He said smiling down at you lovingly, you smiled back at him.

"I love you too." you said back, Tango leaned in for a kiss. You 2 shared a soft yet loving kiss, once you pulled away you 2 couldn't stop smiling widely like idiots.

You then cuddled together for the rest of the day <33

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well- hope you enjoyed that. I did not know what to do for the end TT

I'll post another one in a bit!

The end sounds a bit cheesy but ehhh- i didn't know what to do TT.

Hope this is what you wanted anon!- I might rewrite this and my other oneshots when I have more free time.

[crochetnerdsworld]

Soft For You (Teen Natalie Scatorccio/Reader)

The gang teases Natalie about how soft she is for Y/N. 

The gang is having a sleepover at Y/N's house. Y/N's mom is often away for business and her dad isn't in her life, so Y/N's place is the main hangout spot. Natalie arrives an hour early to spend some alone time with her girlfriend. The pair have been dating for about a year, but have known each other since they both joined the team freshman year.

"Hey babe. Where's the popcorn bowl?" Nat calls as she digs through the cabinets.

"Top shelf," Y/N replies, coming out with a huge pile of blankets that she dumps in the living room.

"That's a crap ton of blankets," Natalie comments.

"Yeah well, there are a lot of us," Y/N shrugs.

There's the sound of several car doors slamming and then the sound of the doorbell. Y/N opens it to reveal Taissa, Van, Lottie, Shauna, and Jackie.

"Hey. Come on in. Pizza's on the way," Y/N greets.

The living room transforms into organized chaos as sleeping bags are rolled out and pillows are strategically placed. Jackie immediately claims the spot closest to the TV, while Shauna rolls her eyes and settles beside her anyway. Van and Taissa huddle together, whispering about something that makes them both laugh. Lottie sits cross-legged, braiding friendship bracelets with an almost meditative focus.

"Okay, what movie are we starting with?" Y/N asks, remote in hand as she settles back against Natalie.

"Nothing scary," Jackie says quickly. "I'm not dealing with Van's commentary through the whole thing."

"My commentary is insightful!" Van protests, throwing a piece of popcorn at Jackie.

"You literally narrated the entire plot of Scream before the killer was even revealed," Taissa points out.

"That's called being observant!"

The pizza arrives just as they're debating between rom-coms and action movies. Y/N pays the delivery guy while Natalie distributes paper plates, unconsciously taking charge in the way she always does. It's a small gesture, but Y/N notices how Nat automatically makes sure everyone gets what they want - extra cheese for Lottie, no pepperoni for Shauna.

After pizza and a movie, Natalie is only half listening to her friends talking. Y/N has her head lying in Natalie's lap as the bleach blonde-haired girl strokes her hair lovingly. Her eyes are full of love for her girlfriend. She glances up and notices Van smirking.

"What?" Nat asks.

"You are so soft for Y/N. It's hilarious," Van grins.

"I'm a badass!" Nat scoffs.

"Yeah, but you're also a softy," Lottie comments.

"I have video evidence!" Shauna adds, waving her phone.

"Sorry, Nat. You're a huge softy," Jackie states.

"I second that," Taissa states.

"Y/N/N, wake up! They are all teasing me," Natalie pouts.

"Mm. Wasn't asleep," Y/N replies, sitting up, "And they are right. You are a huge softy."

Natalie continues to pout until Y/N kisses her softly. This causes Natalie to grin.

"Told you so, you big softy," Van shrugs.

This earns her a pillow to the face. Everyone soon joins in and a group pillow fight takes place. As it dies down, they decide to call it a night.

But sleep doesn't come immediately. In the darkness, conversations drift between sleeping bags - whispered confessions, shared anxieties about upcoming games, college applications, and the general uncertainty of senior year looming ahead.

"Remember when we thought high school would last forever?" Shauna's voice carries softly across the room.

"Speak for yourself. I've been counting down since freshman year," Van replies, earning quiet chuckles.

"I'm scared," Jackie admits suddenly. The honesty in her voice makes everyone go still. "What if we all drift apart? What if college changes everything?"

"Hey," Taissa's voice is gentle. "We're not going anywhere. This team, this group - it's bigger than high school."

"Besides," Lottie adds, "some bonds are meant to last forever. I can feel it."

There's something in Lottie's tone that makes everyone pause, the way there always is when she gets that distant, knowing look. But in the darkness, surrounded by her closest friends, it feels more like comfort than mystery.

Y/N shifts closer to Natalie, who wraps her arms tighter around her girlfriend. "You guys are stuck with me," Y/N murmurs. "This house will always be here for sleepovers."

"Even when we're thirty and have kids?" Van asks.

"Especially then," Y/N laughs quietly. "I'll have a bigger couch by then."

Natalie presses a kiss to the top of Y/N's head, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. Around them, their friends are settling into sleep, the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional rustle of blankets filling the room.

"Nat?" Y/N whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I love that you're soft with me."

Natalie smiles in the darkness. "I love you too, babe."

As Nat watches her girlfriend fall asleep in her arms, she admits to herself that yeah, she is soft for Y/N, but she doesn't care. These moments - surrounded by their chosen family, holding the person who makes her feel most like herself - are worth every bit of teasing she'll get tomorrow morning.

The last thing she hears before drifting off is Van's quiet snoring and Taissa's gentle "shut up, Van" followed by the sound of a pillow making contact. Even in sleep, some things never change.

Morning comes with the smell of Y/N's famous pancakes and the sound of Jackie complaining about her hair. Natalie wakes to find Y/N already gone from her arms, and she can hear laughter drifting from the kitchen.

When she finally makes it downstairs, hair sticking up at odd angles, she finds her girlfriend flipping pancakes while the others sit around the kitchen island, still in their pajamas, looking like the family they've chosen to become.

"There's sleeping beauty," Van grins, already armed with her phone camera.

"Don't you dare," Nat warns, but she's smiling as Y/N slides a plate of pancakes in front of her, cut into a perfect heart shape.

The teasing starts all over again, but this time Natalie just rolls her eyes and steals a bite of Y/N's pancakes. She's learned that some things are worth being soft for.

[madraleen]

Moriarty the Patriot - Ryōsuke Takeuchi & Hikaru Miyoshi Chapters 65-76 : A heavily ship-oriented commentary.

-louis thanking william for choosing to live, he's so sweet

-aw lil louis hugging his brother

-the three brothers are together again :')

-i don't recall seeing louis this peaceful ever before, as now that william and albert are returned

-i feel like i'm reading a prolonged happy epilogue and i'm alright with that

-why is albert's and mycroft's reunion so soft omg

-erm? bond/mrs hudson, y/y? THIS IS SO WHOLESOME I SHIP IT

-THE CLOSE-UP ON SHERLOCK'S EYES AS WILL WALKS INTO THE ROOM, WTH! groom meet groom

-i love smiling william. i really do love smiling william, i smile along with him

-ah, sunshine billy!

-louis pretty much loves everyone on this dinner for helping his brother

-AHAHA BILLY IS ONTO YOU, SHERLOCK, HE KNOWS YOU DOTE ON WILLIAM (re: the fruit being 9o% for him)

-i'm really happy for louis, he looks so content

-OKAY BUT LOOK AT HOW BOND LOOKS AT MRS HUDSON! I SHIP IT

-"SHERLY"

-ASFDKM, WILLIAM "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF BUT I KNOW I ENJOYED BEING WITH YOU." finally william is also reciting his wedding vows. he opened up his heart to sherlock (or rather, sherlock barged his way in it) and now the world suddenly looks beautiful, yes.

-aw will bb cries :(

-oh. liam and sherly lived in brooklyn. *steve/bucky flashbacks*

-the amazing thing is that neither sherlock nor liam make a fuss about others commenting on their relationship, ever. they're like, "yeah, i simp for this bitch, and?"

-"sherly." i'm sorry, i'll stop making a note of it, but... it comes so casually now. "sherly" :')

-aww, william crying at being thanked by the girlie

-argh william and sherly separately staring at the fire and worrying for one another

-one liam was indeed more troublesome than 100 soldiers, but this is such a cute comment, sherlock, shut up

-fucking william, literally a knight on a white horse

-that one time holmes and moriarty were in a western

-oh i'd say william's body is done recuperating, sherlock. you missed that action hero entrance

-i can't wait to see sherly's face when he sees liam. okay yeah i saw it, it's predictably soft. he's falling in love all over again

-sherly be like "i've dragged that man back from death kicking and screaming and nursed him until he couldn't take it anymore, YOU AIN'T SHOOTING HIM!"

-"why did you come," asks sherlock, with a grin up to his ears

-LIAM WANTS THEM TO LIVE TOGETHER, SHARE THEIR WORRIES TOGETHER, HELP ME! me? help sherly, is he okay, is he fainting right about now?

-SHERLY WANTS THEM TO LIVE TOGETHER AND GUIDE EACH OTHER TOO, GUHHH. they're getting married. again.

-it had been a long while since liam looked like a kitten

-LMFAO EVEN BILLY CALLED THEM WEDDING VOWS HELP. and literally no one contradicts him. 

-seeing the gang react to sherlock's story like we just did is hilarious

-william had been looking for moran but he was too good at hiding? hilarious.

-hahaha the entire gang will be working together for mi6, nice. this feels like a "and they all lived happily ever after” fanfic in the best way

-we interrupt for a "moran becomes a cooking show judge" interlude

-OKAY, the happiest of endings! i'm glad!

[poetry-protest-pornography]

ThamePo Episode 9 yelling:

This is peak comedy: Thame prepping for movie night while Po thinks he's getting ready to have sex, so every action and comment has polar opposite meanings, and Po being so anxious about it that he forgets to put the hot water in the noodles. Perfect. Just perfect.

I'm not (a crybaby) anymore I HAVE SEEN THE EP 11 GIF SETS AND THIS HURTS ME

the looking through Po’s apartment together to get to know him? So. Sweet.

The cup sleeve jealousy 🤣

Oh god please do a stretch and snuggle. Nevermind this snuggly hand holding is better!

Thame is smooth as hell lol

Ugh, the way they look at each other! Is insane!

Thame had one (1) horny thought and ran home without saying so much as a goodbye, I take it back lmao

EVERYONE'S FACE OH MY GODDDD THERE ARE AT LEAST 3 STAGES OF GRIEF HAPPENING

AND NO YOU LIAR, YOU DID NOT WATCH THAT WHOLE MOVIE

Nano pinching the bridge of his nose and making Jun explain Netflix and Chill might actually kill me 😆

⅘ of MARS “If the mood wasn't right, you shouldn't force it, so it's fine”

Thame:*intense flashbacks to the actually very right mood and intense-er regret*

⅗ of MARS “oh, buddy”

Jun: why are you like this?

Thame: do you think he noticed?

This song is kind of a banger? Yes, boys, you use those connections and get your own press tour!

Thame’s awkward “sorry I didn't realize I could kiss you, will definitely chill better next time” was *adorable*

Thame just going hard on the “watching a movie” as a euphemism now lol

The cup sleeves Po made!

The sandwich!

Well, Thame sure did course correct! Ugh, 9 episodes of looking at each other like they wanted to devour each other and they delivered on every glance!

The “I miss you” 😭

Feeling a little unhinged about how eager they both are to get their hands in each other – both literally and figuratively – but the literal bit is making me crazy, like. Their hands seeking out skin contact a little frantically, but touching so gently once they get it? *bites my knuckles and screams*

Baifern, you are too hot to be this crazy

Thame looks so offended when Fern guesses Mick haha

Girl, wtaf is wrong with you omgggg

(Person who is hiding their secret lover in their room and person who is trying to find the secret lover both trying to figure out where secret lover is hiding is always hilarious though)

Po, baby. You gotta get rid of your ex's clothes. That is not good for you

Welp, Thame took care of all that baggage right quick. Good for you, baby. Everyone should get their own Thame to push them to do the hard things they're avoiding

The most aggressively cute jealousy in the history of ever. I love him.

Also love the zero to I'm moving into all the spaces your ex left plus some extra ones in less than two hours. A speed which lesbians the world over envy and marvel at. Congratulations, boys, m proud of you

ARE WE BOYFRIENDS NOW? AHHHH

He gave Thame a key, this is a full uhaul and I am delighted!

I am not immune to propaganda,I want that tea

Ugh, the way they look at each other continues to make me feel like my heart is kicking its feet and twirling it's hair

Joong in this little strappy shirt is Very Good

THE GROUP HUG!

THE WAY THAME RAN TO HUG PO BACKSTAGE 😭

This soft domestic bliss montage is the height of romance, by the way. What a happy sigh of a sequence

*Bites fist* they're perfect