#(bc google didn't really clear up for me)

[mystiqmemory]

Quick question, because I'm writing a fic- (If you got the reference, no you didn't-/hj just answer my question anyways -^-" /nf)

Ok. Hypothetically.

Styrofoam cups.

If a Styrofoam cup falls to the ground, say.. It fell from your hand due to an impact-

Would it break down? Or even crack? Or would it still be normal?

Or would it NOT fall at all to begin with??

Someone answer bc I'm stupid :'))

[jujutsubaby]

🫧 skin care daddy 🫧

☆ pairing: satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: your skin's been breaking out recently and you're stressed at work and you have your sister's wedding to attend in a week. according to the internet, this is the best spa in town, and you're lowkey desperate at this point...it can't be that bad right? ☆ tags: modern au ☆ warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!recieving), facial, dirty talk, fingering, flicking the bean?? idk ☆ a/n: guys i swear i am cooking in the kitchen with the asks from my follower event AND other shit OK!! sorry for the wait on everything but here is a little crumb bc i love u all!! i was feeling unhinged bc i saw two things: 1) a spa called skin care daddy and 2) a post or one shot where the reader got a facial from gojo and it cleared her skin. idk i just felt inspired to make this bc it felt the universe was asking me to. not proofread some plot with corn u know the vibes babes xx ☆ word count: 7k+

"sorry, we're all booked for this weekend and the next. we usually recommend that our customers book 3 weeks in advance for our services at the ritz carlton luxury spa." the lady on the other end of the line was objectively speaking very politely, but you were far too frustrated with your situation to notice.

"great, yeah, no, thanks." you say quickly, hanging up the phone and groaning into your pillow.

"no luck at the ritz?" you turn to face your best friend, nobara.

"they're all booked, what a surprise!" you say sarcastically, your voice still slightly muffled by the pillow.

"i mean, c'mon, y/n. your face is not that bad..." nobara tries and deeply fails to comfort you, making you chuckle half heartedly.

you get up from your bed and walk over to the full body mirror of your closet in order to get up close and personal with your face. your fingers stretch on the skin around your breakouts as you study them with determination, as if just willing them to be gone will do the trick. it doesn't.

"it's bad enough that all the aunties will say something snarky to me all day."

you're usually one to always follow through on your skincare routine, am and pm, and watch what you eat carefully so that you don't get breakouts. but you recently went through a rough patch (read: a hellish period) and your face took the brunt of the damage. it wasn't your fault you were having massive cramps and craved hot cheetos the entire week (it was so worth it) but now, a week before your sister's wedding, you're facing the consequences.

you sigh. the ritz was the fifth place you guys called that didn't have any space for an all day facial, but you couldn't run out of hope. back to the drawing board.

you open up your laptop and get back to searching on google maps, as nobara does the same thing. you're grateful she's helping you out during your, albeit, dumb crisis, but what are girl friendships for? a spa you've never heard of before suddenly catches your eye and you zoom in. skin care daddy? you read the finer print underneath it. best day spa in tokyo.

you snort. best day spa in tokyo my ass. if it really was the best day spa in tokyo, why have you never heard of it?

nobara laughs, almost on cue. "wait, dude, are you seeing this spa?" she turns her phone around and you see she's also looking at skin care daddy. "this has to be a joke, right? no way would they be allowed to open up a spa named that, right?"

"ohmygod, i was just looking at that!" you say excitedly. "it literally sounds like a sex bot made it for unsuspecting horny losers to click on and get like, a crazy virus." you both laugh at how ridiculous this place sounds.

nobara's laugh almost abruptly stops as she scrolls down the place. "wait, stop. this place has like...over ten thousand reviews and a 4.9 star rating..."

you immediately click on the place and take a closer look at the reviews and ratings and see she's right. "i don't think i've ever seen a place have this many reviews with consistent ratings?" your brows scrunch as you read aloud some of the top reviews.

"this spa has given me the some of the best facials of my life. i always come to this spa whenever i'm in the area, and the people working there are obsessed with taking care of their customers. 10/10" you're baffled by the review sounding so...weird but you think nothing of it. you make a mental note that you are kinda desperately looking for a miracle facial to help with your breakouts, so maybe you shouldn't count this place out just yet.

nobara half heartedly scoffs as she reads the next one. "i've had chronic acne and back pain for years until i saw someone from here who made me feel soo good. you'll be coming here all the time once you go. maybe even multiple times a day."

"how good can this place be if you have to go multiple times to make sure your spa treatment worked?" you say, rolling your eyes at these reviews. "these can't be real right?"

"they sound incentivized or like someone paid them to write it or somethin'" nobara surmises.

"maybe it's a cult or something," you say, causing both of you to double over in laughter.

"a cult disguised as a spa is a bit too insane, even for tokyo." nobara says as she scrolls through and skims more reviews. "aren't you looking for a facial anyway? everyone's saying they're really good here...you know...despite the..." she gestures with her hands the reviews on her phone.

"ugh, am i for real that desperate for clear skin that i'm willing to go to a shady ass day spa?" you roll on to your back on your bed and stare at the ceiling, contemplating.

"can't be that shady if it's ten thousand reviews. say what you want but that's a lot of reviews to pay money for."

nobara has a point. you grab your laptop and try to look for a link to their website and see they don't have a website. interesting. not a red flag but just interesting. maybe i have to call for bookings? you search for a phone number, but fail to find one.

"wait, are you able to find any contact for this spa?" you ask noabra and you see her squinting her eyes at the phone.

"no i wasn't but i saw a review that basically said this spa is a walk-in type of deal?"

"it's a walk-in but has thousands of reviews? how does that even work? people are probably waiting years in line to get in?"

"dunno," nobara shrugs, and puts her phone back in her pocket. "maybe it's like a 'if-you-know-you-know' type of thing so it's like popular through word of mouth of somethin'"

damn. even more shady, then. you chew on your lip and stare at the ceiling again, trying to imagine all the things your aunties will say to you at the wedding.

"27 and still unmarried? shame."

"oh, you really need to watch your diet, the breakouts will never go away otherwise."

"clear skin is the first step to find a man who will desire you, y/n."

you feel like your skin is burning thinking about the so-called "advice" you're likely to receive at the wedding. normally you wouldn't care, but your hormones have been kind of out of wack with the new birth control you started recently, and you're not sure if you can really take any form of bullshit other than your sister's this weekend.

your thoughts are interrupted by nobara getting up from your chair. "alright, i'm off to work. need a ride to skin care daddy?"

"yeah, actually," you say as you slowly get out of your bed and change our of your pajamas.

"wait, what?!" nobara says with wide eyes. "i was actually joking when i said that. are you seriously gonna go? y/n, i dunno about this one..."

"c'mon! it's like you said, it's weird but it's not necessarily shady..." you say, mostly trying to convince yourself as you put on a pair of your favorite lazy girl black flared yoga pants.

nobara seems to consider it for a moment before responding. "kay, fine. but if i take you there and it's some abandoned warehouse-"

"then we'll drive away. no way in hell i'm about to die for this place." you assure nobara, putting her at ease.

you quickly don a thrifted gray hoodie and put your hair up in a messy bun. you don't care to put on any makeup, since you're probably gonna have to take it off anyway. if the day spa isn't shady and in an abandoned warehouse.

you quickly grab your keys and wallet before gesturing to nobara to leave. she sighs, looking at her phone one more time.

"fuck it, let's go before i change my mind."

"okay it says it's just right around the corn-"

"OH MY GOD?!" you're unable to hold back your disbelief as nobara took the corner to, what you think, might the chicest and prettiest boutique you've ever laid eyes on. the front was adorned with a gorgeous light blue awning with european style bell-shaped pendant lights making it almost glow during the day time.

"what the hell...ain't no way..." noabra is at a loss for words for how fancy it looks. "they have the money to rent out a place like this but no website?"

"or have a phone number." you mumble as you open nobara's car door. you turn around and give her a quick wave. she tells you to give her a call and tell her how it is after and you promise to do so. as nobara drives off, all the skepticism evaporates from your body looking at the dainty and cute decor all over the place.

you walk in to a fairly large lobby, with a desk in the middle and waiting chairs surrounding it. the calming scent of lavender, green tea, and patchouli hits your nose, and your guard immediately drops; the aroma relaxes you almost instantly.

you look around and are surprised to see only two other women in the waiting chairs on their phone. one of them seemed older, kind of like a mother, and the other seemed to be your age, but far more demure.

"hey, there! welcome to skin care daddy! we're determined to take care of you all your needs, no matter what! how can i help you today?" your head whips around to the guy sitting at the reception desk, and you feel a bit embarrassed; he must've noticed how lost you looked here, and you force yourself to straighten up and regain your composure as you slowly walk to the front desk. you take a closer at the guy with shaggy black hair sitting in the chair in front of you.

"hi..." you squint to see the faint print on his name badge. "yuta".

"yup! that's me!" he chirps. you know he probably has to exaggerate his good mood for the sake of the job but it kind of irks you. "what can i do for you today, miss?"

"yeah, uhh...what services do you guys offer? i tried looking online but you guys didn't have a website and..." your wandering eyes can't help but look around skeptically around the front desk and the doors on either side of the lobby.

"well, we offer whatever you need, miss. just tell us what you're looking for and we'll have it. i guarantee it."

"okay, well. my sister's getting married next weekend and..." you gesture to your face. "my life has been all sorts of stressful and hormonal so honestly, i'm just looking for something that can help me feel refreshed-"

you're interrupted by someone entering in from the right side of the lobby door. it's a woman who, you must say, looks glowing. her skin is bright and she quite looks like she's almost levitating. guiding her out of the spa is a young man, around your age, with blond hair and round glasses. he's unbelievably built, with strong hands rubbing her back softly and a chiseled jaw. he's wearing what you think is the uniform of this place: white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and black slacks.

your breath gets caught in your throat momentarily. no fucking way. this guy works here? he's so fucking...hot. you have to force your eyes to tear away from him as you try your hardest to focus back on your conversation with yuta.

yuta chuckles as he follows your gaze. "ah, yes, mr. nanami is a customer favorite esthetician here. anyway, seems like you're going through a rough time and you came to the perfect place! normally, i would recommend the oxygen facial, but since you said you have a wedding..." yuta types something on the computer for a bit. "personally, i would recommend the full body tokyo special."

you're not entirely what an oxygen facial is, nor what the tokyo special is, and you feel even more stupid asking this guy who seems to be in college for more information.

"um, sorry, what's a full body tokyo special? i think i just need a really good facial."

"oh no worries, miss. i apologize. the full body tokyo special consists of a hands-on full body aromatherapy massage and our famous milkbomb facial, which'll do wonders for your skin." he winks at you. why did he wink at you?

you're unable to think about whether or not you even wanna do anything here when a group of men barge in through the left door of the lobby, laughing loudly, before lowering their voices.

one of the men is a dark haired man, seemingly a little older than the other two and yourself, but also very much ripped just like mr. nanami. you tried not to stare at the skin tight black shirt he wore that attenuated his pecs but miserably failed. he took the quickest glance at you and gave the faintest smile, revealing a slight scar on the left side of his lip. a scar that makes him sexier? you've gotta be kidding me. you follow his gaze to the older woman you saw sitting here when you came in, who know looks completely enamored by the man.

"there's my favorite mama," the man coos, holding an arm out for her as she skipped to him. he leads her to the other door, and you could hear them giggling and talking, as if this wasn't the first time they've seen each other.

"aight, see ya later, man." the other dark haired man said to his friend, before making eye contact with you, and then giving a slight smirk to yuta. he heads straight to the demure girl you saw when you walked in, and holds his hand out to her and she blushes and grabs it.

"th-thanks for seeing me again, geto-san." the girl says so softly that you have to strain your ears to listen.

"i told you to call me suguru..." you hear him joke as they disappear behind the door.

"like what you see?" you turn your head to the last guy, who now is far too close for your liking. you take a small step back, which makes him chuckle.

"yuta-kun! who do we have here?" the man asks boisterously. despite being indoors, he's wearing dark circled sunglasses. what a douche.

"oh, hey gojo-sensei. this is..." yuta looks at you, waiting for you to say your name.

"y/n." you say a bit too late, still trying to process the barrage of attractive men that just showed up all at once and what they had to do with the spa.

yuta starts filling in the man about what you were looking for, as you take in the man who's intently listening to him. he has white hair, and is wearing the same uniform as mr. nanami was, with three buttons undone and his hair slightly disheveled. he's also really tall. like really tall. like he towers over you easily tall. but also, just as well built like everyone else.

what is this place? you knew men could work in salons and parlors and spas, but this place seemed to be exclusively run by them. and not just any men, really attractive men. and what's worse is that you were not complaining. sure, it's a bit weird but there's really no other choice for you at this point.

"ahh, the tokyo special, huh?" he says, turning at you and giving you a bright smile which you suspect he gives to everyone who comes in here. "nice choice."

"he's the one who chose it, and i'm not even sure if i want it." you say, pointing to yuta, and trying your hardest to stand your ground. you have to really make sure this spa treatment is actually gonna help and not just a scam for your money.

"well, he chose right. i've never seen you here before, so you must be new here, right?" you nod, suddenly feeling really small and embarrassed about your attitude before. god, you're never one to behave badly in front of service workers. the hormones are really doing a number on your mood. maybe you could benefit from this "tokyo special".

he leans down to meet your eyes and takes off his sunglasses, and you’re face to face with the most gorgeous ocean blue eyes you've ever seen. through an almost hypnotic effect, you feel much calmer than you did before, and more trusting of him. "well, lucky for you, i've got an opening right now. i'll help you feel right at home." he gives you a wink, and you can't help but feel there's some other hidden meaning behind what he says.

"umm...well..." you say, holding on to the thin strings of your resolve.

"gojo-sensei is the best masseuse and esthetician here, especially for first timers like yourself, miss y/n. i guarantee you'll leave the establishment more than satisfied with his work." yuta assures you with a smile.

and with that, your resolve completely dissolves and you nod and hand him your credit card and he takes the information. gojo touches the small of your back ever so slightly, and you hope he doesn't feel you shiver at his touch.

"he just loves kissing up to me so he can get a full time job here after college. i'm his favorite cousin, after all." he says, making you giggle as you walk through the two panel doors into the spa.

"thanks for taking me in during your opening, mr. gojo." you say politely, feeling grateful as he leads you down the corridor of the neat, clean, and minimally decorated hallway.

"i think you're gonna be the one taking me in," gojo mumbles under his breath while opening the door to a room that looked like a doctor's office. a single lavender massage table greets you with small cabinets on either side.

you're unable to catch what he said. "what? did you say something?"

"i said call me satoru. no need to get so formal with me, i'm just some dude who works here." he chuckles. he locks the door as you sit up on the massage table awkwardly, unsure of how you should be positioning yourself or what exactly he was planning.

gojo goes to the corner and pulls out a fluffy white bathrobe and hands it to you. you're blown away by how soft it feels in your hands -- luxury at it's finest, you guess.

"okay, i just have a quick questionnaire i need you to fill out, probably will take around a minute," he says, as he grabs a clipboard with a pen attached to it from another drawer and takes a seat on a padded lab stool. he rolls closer to you until his long slender legs are almost touching your calves.

"alrighty here...okay, first question…” the questions gojo reads off are normal enough, with various clauses consenting to the spa treatment, confirming your age, and so forth. they don’t start getting weird until later. “ok last three, we’re almost done.” you notice a shit-eating grin on his face as he scribbles your answer to the previous question. “okay, are you a virgin?”

“what?!” 

“are you a virg-”

“i heard you the first time. what kinda question is that? that’s so invasive, what the hell are you play-” you’re ready to give an entire speech to this guy about how inappropriate and irrelevant the question is. 

“it’s fine if you don’t wanna answer it, i just can’t continue the treatment if you don’t.” gojo says this so simply and nonchalantly, as if the question was about your favorite color, and not an intimate detail about your sexuality. 

“okay, fine. not a virgin.” you cross your hands in irritation. 

“not…a...virgin…” you hear him say under his breath as he scribbles something you cannot see on his clipboard. you try leaning forward to see what he’s writing (and if there really was a question like that on the questionnaire but he quickly pulls it closer to his chest, giving you a teasing smirk. “are you on birth control?”

“y-yes?” 

“good to know. last question: got any STDs i need to know about?”

oh, for fuck’s sake. this is ridiculous. does he think you’ve never been to a spa before? the usual thai place you go to never asks this many questions. “do you have any STDs i need to worry about? what is this? 20 questions?”

“you can ask them to me back, i’d be happy to answer them.” he says calmly with a coy smile. “in fact, i’ll answer them right now. no, no, and no.”

you sign in defeat. “no for me too.” maybe this is what happens when a place has like, ten thousand 5 star reviews on google maps. they just ask the weirdest questions. there’s a small voice berating yourself for folding so easily regarding his questions, but whatever. you’re ready to get this treatment over with. 

“okay, take off all your clothes and wear the bathrobe. do you want me to step outside?”

what the hell kinda question is that? of course, he’s supposed to step outside? “um, yeah?” you say it almost obviously, not feeling bad about the attitude that’s coming out of you. 

gojo raises his hand in surrender. “sorry, just askin’...” he grabs his clipboard and steps out of the room, saying he’ll be back in five minutes for the warm up massage. you quickly undress yourself. you have a feeling he’s the type to come in within seconds of knocking on the door without checking to see if you’re decent. you’re unsure where to place your clothes other than the table next to the cabinet so you neatly fold them, hiding your underwear and bra within the folds of your yoga pants and sweatshirt. 

just as promised, gojo shows up five minutes later with one knock before welcoming himself in. he’s holding a dark colored glass bottle filled with a calming essential oil for massaging, and turns on the diffuser in the room. 

“thanks for undressing,” he says, looking at the neatly folded pile of clothes on the counter. “alright, here’s how this is gonna go. i’m gonna give you a nice full body massage to loosen your muscles up, and then we do the facial last, sound good, princess?” 

your skin tingles at him calling you that nickname, but you ignore it. there’s no way i can let my mind wander like that when he’s giving me a massage. you nod your head in agreement, and lay on your back slowly, fidgeting with the ends of  your bathrobe so that you’re not totally exposed to him. gojo slowly hovers his hands over you and lightly touches your stomach, patting it to get your attention, but it causes you suck in a breath a bit too loudly. 

“gotta go on your stomach for me for this one,” he says, urging you to flip around. “gonna undo this, okay?” he tugs at the knot you made on your bathrobe and you nod. he slowly undoes it, and you feel exposed as your breasts peek out through the sides. you cross your legs almost immediately, feeling incredibly exposed in front of a fully clothed gojo. 

you quickly turn on your stomach before he has a chance to take in your body. you feel his cold fingers slowly expose your back, as he stops right before the hump of your ass. you hear him squeezing out some of the oil and warming it up in his hands as he gets to work on your back. 

you suck in a sharp breath between your teeth as his cold fingers explore the knots on your back. 

“cold isn’t it? you’ll get used to my fingers, promise,” he says sweetly, as he hits a spot on your back that’s been particularly bothering you as of late. it’s too late when you let out a moan, and you hear him chuckle. “hit the right spot, didn’t i?”

he continues to undo the knot on your back, and moan back a breathy affirmation as you continue to try (and fail) to hold back your noises. “f-fuck, gojo, that feels s-so good…” you say in between his movements. 

you feel his hot breath in your ear. “told ya to call me satoru, don’t forget it next time, princess.” this time, the nickname goes straight to your pussy. it’s hard to cross your legs when you’re on your stomach and feeling delirious with the pleasure that came from the pressure of his slender fingers. 

unbeknownst you, your soft moans are slowly making their way down to gojo’s member, as he gets harder by the second. he doesn’t want to make it so obvious just yet – he’s just getting start after all. he can’t just blow his load this close into the session, but you’re sure as hell giving him a run for his money. 

“feel good?” you moan in response. gojo slowly inches his fingers down closer and closer to your ass, until it reaches the hem of your bathrobe covering it. “gonna move this down so i can do your legs, yeah?”

gojo will admit, he was a bit too excited to see your ass as he removed your bathrobe down before you could give a proper “yes” but it didn’t matter when you’re soft breaths were giving him the answer he needed. it takes everything in him to not knead the rounds of your perfect ass (he swears your cheeks were made for his hands) and move straight to your calves. 

he slowly massages the soles of your feet and calves with the oil as he moves closer to your thighs, all while relishing in your sweet moans. once he’s at your thighs, the real fun begins. gojo knows this routine like the back of his hands. 

you hear him sigh in confusion. “is everything okay?” you turn your head slightly to see him. 

“sorry about this princess, but you’re gonna have to spread your legs a little bit for me. it’s hard to get every inch of you warmed up, otherwise.”

you obey him almost too easily, and shift your thighs so that there’s more room for him to touch with his fingers. gojo’s hands reach up to slightly cup your ass, before his thumbs slowly slide into your inner thigh, lightly massaging you.

your breaths are getting shallower and louder, and you pray he doesn't go any closer to your pussy so he doesn’t see how soaked you are. you’ve never had a massage like this before, but you also don’t want him to stop. 

gojo’s fingers play with the space of your inner thigh before he spreads you apart, exposing you. you breath catches in your throat, and he performs the next part of his act. 

“we’ve got a pretty unconventional way of massaging our clients, princess.” you hear his voice straining. “gotta make sure you’re relaxed everywhere, but you gotta let me take care of you. think you can do that? all you have to do is relax, and let daddy do everything for you.” you can hear the lust dripping from his voice, but to be honest, you couldn’t give a shit at this point. 

“y-yeah, please, satoru, whatever you want. please, i just…i just feel so good right now,” you say, your eyes shut tight, and your hips practically squirming under his touch. you think you might go insane if he doesn’t touch you there in the next second. 

hook, line, and sinker. who’s gojo to deny your request? he graduated top of his class at his cosmetology and esthetician university, after all. his fingers glide almost too easily between your folds as he starts playing with your throbbing core. he can feel how needy your pussy is for his hands as he spreads your slick all over your core. 

the pleasure immediately gets caught in the pillow that muffles your moans. fuck, so this is what all the reviews were talking about. you feel his fingertips dancing around your clit and you want to shout at him to pay attention to it. 

“s-satoru~ p-please…i need you right there…” you say in between your moans. 

“where? here?” gojo’s finger taps your clit lightly, and it makes your entire body twitch with pleasure. he has to press down on the small of your back to keep you place as his fingers rub circles around your bundle of nerves, making you whimper. you unconsciously grind your hips against his fingers, trying to get close to your release. 

“need a better angle. face down, ass up.” gojo commands, and your body conforms to his words. you prop your lower body up with your knees while your face is sideways against the head of the massage table. he uses this now better angle to really rub his fingers into your folds and bundle of nerves, sending electricity throughout your body. you feel the dam building up inside you and threatening to break. 

“satoru~ i’m-i’m getting c-close…ah~” you hands grip on to the sides of the massage table as you brace for the earth shattering orgasm to rip through you, and with gojo’s deft fingers, you’re on cloud nine in no time. 

your body slumps back down and your eyes roll back as the vibrations of your release still radiate through your body. you hear  your pulse pumping through your head as you try to catch you breath, but you feel gojo’s now warm hands flip you on your back, and his face inches from yours. 

“you took that so well, princess. we’re not done, yet. there’s still another part of your body that needs to warm up.” you don’t have time to process what he means as he inserts two fingers into his mouth and then deep inside your entrance. your gasp is muffled by his mouth connecting to yours, hard, teeth and all. his fingers are long, and they easily find your sensitive g-spot as they curl upwards and bully your internal bundle of nerves. it’s quite embarrassing how quickly you’re ready for another release, and how hungry your entrance was for his finger, practically sucking them in and clenching around them immediately. 

“f-fuck~ i’m about to-” you don’t get to finish your sentence, as another orgasm rips through your body. gojo kisses you again to block your moans, and your hands wrap around his neck to pull him even closer to you. he playfully bites on your lower lip as you ride out your release on his fingers. 

gojo’s kisses turn into soft quick pecks as your breathing steadies and your eyes can focus again. “we’re not done yet,” he teases, slowly taking his slick coated fingers out of you. 

you don’t even have the energy to respond back as he flips you on you back. through heavy eyes, you look back up at him, biting back a moan as he restarts rubbing circles on your extremely sensitive clit. he needs to take off his shirt and fuck you already. 

“need something?” gojo teases, sensing your neediness from just your eyes. 

“take off your shirt, dumbass.” you say through gritted teeth. 

“try again.” he presses harder on your clit, and you let out an unsanctioned yelp through your teeth. 

“f-fuck~ please take off your shirt, dumbass.”

he smiles. “well, if you insist…” he rolls his eyes, feigning inconvenience, but the slowly growing tent in his pants says otherwise. gojo unbuttons his shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso. now this is just unfair. 

“geez, my eyes are up here.” he teases, smirking at you as you quickly meet his eyes and feel your face flush. he unbuckles his belt and you slowly sit up from the massage table. you’re overcome with the urge to touch him, everywhere. you hook your finger to the belt loop of his pants and pull him closer to you. 

gojo smirks as he wraps his arms around hips and leans down to kiss you deeply. you feel your core ache for his touch again as his tongue explores your mouth again. you trace his perfectly sculpted torso, the indents of his abs slightly sweaty to your touch. your hands slowly make their way to the zipper of his slacks, but gojo immediately grabs your wrist to stop you from taking them fully off. 

“not just yet…” he murmurs in between kisses. while his lips are still locked on you, he slowly pushes your body back on the massage table and starts kissing down your bare stomach, the measly bathrobe long since discarded somewhere on the floor. gojo leaves small wet kisses along your body until he reaches your inner thighs. 

you suck in a breath as you involuntarily spread your legs for him, earning an enthusiastic hum from gojo, who’s still continuing to leave a trail of kisses that are inching closer and closer to where you need his mouth to be the most. “p-please~” you moan, your eyes closed in bliss. 

“please what, princess? use your words,” gojo coos, coming face to face with your soaking wet core. he blows on the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your legs to twitch.

you can’t stand his fucking teasing but you need to be eaten out, so bad. “f-fuck y-you, gojo~” you say, pushing your core up to his face, trying to aim for his mouth before he easily pushes your hips back on the table. you hear him tsk in disapproval, and tears welling up in your eyes in desperation. “please, your tongue…inside me…please~” you whimper weakly. 

“since you begged so nicely…” gojo says before he immediately plunges his tongue inside you, almost making you scream. his tongue expertly explores your folds and sucks on your clit, making you inadvertently grind on his face. “y’taste so delicious, princess,” he says between licks as he eats you out like it’s the last pussy on earth. 

his ministrations with his tongue has you teetering on the edge in record time, and you’re threatening to spill within minutes of him eating you out. as the third wave of pleasure washes over you, you don’t have the energy in you to ask for permission as you feel your body tingle in the aftermath of it. you think you made a mess all over the massage table and gojo’s face, but you don’t have it in you to care as your eyes roll back. 

you feel gojo unbuckle his belt and take off his slack and underwear, exposing his hard member in his hands. you can see the precum leaking out the tip as you weakly lean on your elbows to prop yourself up. 

“see, princess, all those questions did have a reason after all…” he says in between breaths as he strokes himself, looking at your naked glistening body. you spread your legs further in anticipation of feeling him. “but there you were, being such a fuckin’ brat about answering them…” gojo says, eyebrows furrowing as he brings his tip closer to your core and you bite your lip in anticipation. 

“guess you better fuck the attitude outta me, then?” you say, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes filled with mindless lust. you don’t even care about the consequences or who hears or even if you get your facial – you just need him. every part of your body craved him. 

gojo wastes no time at your suggestion, his tip entering you as you let out a lecherous moan. you feel the initial pain of his larger than average member tearing your tight entrance apart, and bite back a moan. gojo grits his teeth as he lets out a steady throaty groan. 

“fuck, princess. so fuckin’ tight. sure you’re not a virgin?” 

“s’too much satoru, y-you’re huge…ahh~” 

“too bad, princess.” he says, surprising you as he starts thrusting agonizingly slowly into you, bottoming out and effectively reaching the sensitive spot inside you. pain slowly turns into pleasure as you indulge in the feeling of your g-spot getting kissed by his member – the spot that you can never reach by yourself using your own fingers.  

“f-faster, please~” you urge gojo, and he obliges almost immediately, quickening his pace. he bullies your sloppy and wet core, as he watches your titties bounce with every thrust. unlike most people his age, it’s times like this where gojo realizes he really fucking loves his job. 

he reaches out and gives your titties a rough squeeze while he remains unrelenting in his pace. he feels your pussy clench around him, and he knows you’re close, and if he’s being honest, so is he. but he cannot cum just yet, and definitely not before you do. gojo abandons your titties and slides down his fingers to your clit as he starts rubbing inelegant circles around it, getting you closer and closer to the edge. 

you feel the dam breaking once again as the combination of him rubbing and fucking you comes to a climax. the orgasm travels to every corner of your body, as you see stars in your vision while gojo fucks your brains out. you hold on to his shoulders to steady yourself. based on how sloppily gojo is getting, you can tell he’s about to get close, too. you’re about to brace for him to finish inside you, when he abruptly pulls out, earning him a confused look from you. 

“lay down,” he commands more than asks, as he hastily pushes your chest down on the massage table. your sweaty skin sticks to the faux leather, but you don’t pay attention as he moves to the side of your face, holding his soaked member near it. 

gojo starts stroking his throbbing leaking member sensually, and you innately open your mouth and stick your tongue out. so this is the facial? the dots connected in your head at the same time gojo’s ropes of warm cum decorated your face – chin, cheeks, mouth, and all. you hear gojo’s throaty groans as he finishes on you and make sure not a single drop that gets on or near mouth gets wasted, swallowing pridefully. 

gojo leans closer to your ear as he catches his breath from his climax. “that’s the milkbomb facial,” he says cheekily, and you can’t help but giggle. you both take a couple more seconds to catch your breath. you watch gojo as he puts on his pants and tucks in his shirt, looking like he didn’t just fuck the shit out of you. he runs his fingers through his hair quickly as he goes to the counter and pulls out a warm eucalyptus towel as he takes his time to gently wipe your face and body. 

“that was fun,” you murmur, looking at the ceiling, finally understanding what the reviews you read about this earlier place meant. you definitely came here, multiple times in one day for sure. 

gojo chuckles as he goes over to wash his hands and you notice his forearms are glistening with your release. “that’s why we’re the best spa out here, princess.”

you notice your legs shaking slightly, but you manage to hop off the massage table, slightly dazed. gojo notices and helps you get on your feet and put on your clothes. the entire activity is soft and gentle compared to how he was just a couple minutes before. 

everything that you both have done in the past hour finally dawns on you, and you suddenly feel very shy despite whatever the contrary happened on the massage table. it’s so awkward now, like, what do you guys even talk about now? does he do this to everyone? is this their entire schtick?

“do you…do this with all your clients?” you whisper to him as you follow him out into the hallway to the exit. you cross your hands tightly to your chest, as if it’s shrouding you from other people finding out what happened in the room behind you. 

“ah, i’m not one to kiss and tell.” gojo puts his hands in his pockets and glances back at you, giving you a quick wink as you follow behind him, trying to keep up with him as he turns corners.s

“oh, so you do do this everyone, huh?” you challenge, your shyness slowly melting away with gojo’s playful tone.. 

“did you enjoy it?”

a pause from you.. “yes.”

“then don’t worry about it, kitten.” gojo pauses before he opens the door and turns to you. “listen, i wouldn’t mind if you came here again for the tokyo special, you know. i’ll even give you a discount, too.” he says earnestly. 

you let out a giggle. “oh? a discount?”

“yeah, the tight pussy discount.”

“shut up!” you say, and you playfully smack his shoulder, and you both laugh. 

“so… is that a yes? i’ll see you next week?” 

you bite your lip. “maybe, i dunno.” you give him a wink before opening the door, and you both know fully well that you’ll be back on the massage table again in no time with gojo pounding into you. 

needless to say, gojo wasn’t lying when he said they were the best spa in town because by the time your sister’s wedding came around, your face was quite literally glowing. 

“wow! y/n – you’re just looking so radiant today! what’s your secret?” an auntie who’s name you cannot remember gleams, looking at you. 

you smirk, and try to hold back the heat from flushing your cheeks. “oh, just a really good facial,” you say. technically, you’re being honest, right?

“jesus, dude. is this all from skin care daddy?” nobara says, as the tenth person from the wedding compliments your skin. 

“you have no idea. they really know what they’re doing.” you say nonchalantly. you pull out your phone and text a recently saved number. 

you: got any slots for a tokyo special tomorrow?

within minutes you get a response: 

gojo: u know i do babygirl. btw a new guy just joined our spa. hope it’s cool sukuna joins to observe  😈

[yuzusfinest]

suggestive rant abt christian linke's "confirmation" on Viktor aligning with asexuality (as an ace person)

Viktor being confirmed as ace only bc the co creator is against the idea of jayvik being perceived as romantic/sexual is a fucking loser moment and disheartening to ace and disabled individuals.

I bet 2 cents that christian didn't actually think Viktor would be desirable or be loved romantically as a disabled person, let alone a GAY one, so ofc homophobia isn't enough for him, he had to leap into ableism and ace stereotypes too. Its so obviously clear that he does not know one titty sprinkle about asexuality (does not give one wholehearted shit stain about it too) and it really entails.

Trying to imply being ace cancels out being gay like a math equation is mind boggling stupid, it literally doesn't work that way like u can be both, u can easily search it up on google. I swear to my mother's toe nail clippings that this motherfucker is spreading his asscheeks hard and wide to try and get people to move their appeal away from a queer ship with a healthy character dynamic between a disabled and abled bodied person that managed to not make the abled bodied character infantilize nor dehumanize the disabled character which the media really fucking needs but noooo they just so happen to be fucking GAY and that this SORE DICK PIMPLE VIRGIN christian with his no pussy hairspray and asspulling tendencies does not want a piece of that zawgalicious of a queer ship.

wow so incredible christian, ur attempt to shove ""ace representation"" without a genuine thought about the representation and being only a mere tool to u to use against people who just so happens to pair up a queer ship with the said ""ace representation"" and those characters arent even urs so whats the damn point of being so terrified of the characters being perceived as queer. wow such representation christian, wonderful 10/10 I hope u never set foot into a studio ever again and break ur damn neck while writing because what the FUCK bro. You're not only stupid but goofy as HELL to think making a character ace to make a ship less plausible, You're just a whiny little BITCH boy desperately trying to hide his incompetence with false confidence. You're a poet who's words mean nothing on what the human mind can comprehend.

Inconclusion, do not make an ass pull ace rep just for some queer ship u fucking hate for no reason other than homophobia and ur poorly disguised ableism. (and ignore anything christian linke says)

follow me if u want me to flame christian again.

[lohotine]

could you maybe do a shadow milk cookie x beast!reader......... for a possible plot you could maybe do reader getting corrupted and upon getting sealed away getting separated from shadow milk cookie,,,,, maybe reuniting after the seal is broken?? sorry if this doesn't make sense, you don't have to do this request if you don't wanna!!

AN: So, I actually... haven't... played the new update... SO I DONT REALLY KNOW THE LORE THAT WELL. I did a quick Google search and I think I got it? And I know what the seals are ☆ ALSO, I KNOW THAT THE SEALS DONT ACTUALLY DO THIS, BUT LETS JUST PRETEND FOR THE PLOT. Anyway, I decided on some small angst. (But if you want a fluffier version, just request it. I wont be mad or annoyed or anything like that bc I seriously would love to make a fluffier version of this plot!!)

Shadow Milk Cookie x GN! Beast reader. ONESHOT.

Warnings: Slight angst, possession

-Same-

It's been an awful long time since you were last awake. Did this even count as sleeping? Does being sealed away count as being asleep?

"Heyy. Wakey wakey!"

Who's voice is that? It sounds familiar.

"Come on, doll! You're making me worried.."

They sound upset. Wait, why are there voices?

"You are alive.. right? You didn't crumble away?"

I think I'm free...

You would flutter your eyes open. Everything was blurry, and your head hurt. Somebody was poking your face, but their hands were cold. Not the most welcoming of scenes, but whatever.

"Oh, so you are alive! That's a relief. I don't know what I'd do without you!" The person was leaning over you, and they held a big smile.

They seem familiar... but who are they?

You would smack their face away from yours and back away from them.

"Ow! Don't you know hitting your lover is mean?" The cookie would put a hand on his face while glaring at you.

What did he just say?

"Lover?"

The cookies face would turn sulen.

"Yeah... You remember me, right?"

...

Nobody said a word.

"Doll, I'm all for jokes, but this isn't funny."

He would just stare at you for a while with an annoyed expression before his face suddenly perks up into a smile.

"Oh I see, you're just confused! It must have been confusing awaking from such a long nap. Here, why don't we go on a walk to clear your mind?" The cookie would take your hand and start taking you for a walk. He didn't wait for your input.

"No, you don't understand. I have no recollection of you."

He'd only hum while cheerfully walking.

"I don't even know your name."

"Yes you do~" he would chime, still wearing that deranged smile.

"I do not-" you would snatch your hand out from his grasp and stop walking.

"..." He wouldn't say anything to you, only stare at the ground. His smile feel instantly in that moment.

"You really don't remeber... do you?" He asked you, not bothering to turn towards you.

"I don't."

He sighed before finnaly facing his body towards yours, though, he just couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze.

"Shadow Milk Cookie. That's my name. We used to be close but.." he paused before sighing. "I guess you forgot about all us!" He would have a crazed smile on his face.

"Look, I'm sorry that I don't remeber you, but there really isn't anything I can do about it,"

Shadow Milk would laugh before finnaly meeting your eyes. He would stare deeply into your eyes, that smile never leaving his face.

"Oh, but there is! Don't worry, dove, I'll make sure you remeber. Just stay still..." He would take one of your hands and begun to spin you around.

"Hey! what are you-" Shadow Milk would stop spinning you and put a finger over your mouth, shushing you.

"It's okay doll, I'll take care of you. Just let me guide you, all right?" He gave you an annoying grin, to which you glared at, but ultimately said nothing to.

"Ah yes, this is how I remeber it. You always were so obedient." He would step behind you and place both of his hands on your shoulders.

"You may not remeber me, but I remember everything about you," he would whisper into your ear.

You'd tense up, feeling his breath on your neck.

"Yeah, this is how you would always react. You really haven't changed..."

Shadow Milk Cookie would step back infront of you and trace his cold fingers along your facial features.

"And your face is the same as well." He had a ore faraway look in his eyes, as if he were reliving some other moment. He never let his smile falter though.

"Shadow Milk... were we really close?" You would ask him.

He couldn't help but snicker.

"Oh yes, soooo close."

"..."

"Want me to show you how close?" He held onto your chin, making you look towards him.

"Your answer doesn't really matter. I would have done this anyway."

Shadow Milk closed his eyes and pressed his lips against yours. It was a short kiss, but one full of longing.

"You have no idea how much I've been craving you. It was torture being away from you for so long. You can't expect me to let you go just because you forgot some things~"

A twinge of pink would dash your cheeks from the prior kiss. It should have felt forced and strange yet... there was a feeling of familiarity that made it feel nice.

"Oh how I've missed your cute, silly, blushing faces! There must have been a part of you that liked it then! Maybe I can make you remeber after all."

Shadow Milk would hold onto your wrist and begin walking with you again.

He held that psychotic smile once more while staring into your eyes.

"But even if I can't make you remember, I certainly won't allow you to forget."

Fin~

[valscodblog]

𝓑𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓡𝓞𝓞𝓜𝓢-John Price x OC

Warnings: GOOGLE TRANSLATE WAS USED. Im sorry, Tags: @thebunnednun, @2econd-of-1sts, @rainyrambles-overcod, @writing-with-moss <3333

A/N: I DONT KNOW FRENCH AND IDK IF ANY OF MY MOOTS KNOW FRENCH SO IF ANYONE NATIVE TO THE TONGUE READS THIS AND CANT UNDERSTAND IT, IM SORRY, OKAY?? Google Translate was my best friend during this *sob* ALSO I HAD TO WATCH THE FUCKING WALTZ VIDEO LIKE FOUR TIMES BC I GOT MOVMENTS WRONG SO IF ITS STILL MAKING NO SENSE IM SORRY

She groaned and threw on her best red dress-"Why red, Kate?" "Because you need to stand out tonight, Val. You need to make sure John can see you and notice you, since you wont be arriving with him!" "I hate red, Kate." "He loves you in red." "...Like that motivates me."-and looked at herself. She almost wished her captain had said no to this co-op with 141. She slid on some heels and walked out, snagging a black purse and a fuax-fur boa to hang around her shoulders. She stepped out into the dining room, where her father was with her mother. Her mother grinned and jumped up to embrace her daughter. "¡Por fin! ¡Has decidido convertirte en mujer, querida!" Valentina grimiced, "Only for tonight-It's Father's opening! Such a grand event calls for a dress, no?" "Claro!" Valentina murmured, "Father...do you-" "It's from a brand that is not mine. I do not approve, however...It's so hard getting you into a dress to begin with that I really don't want to fight it. So, I'll let it slide." No wonder why his mother named you Valentino, She thought bitterly. She turned away and walked out into the open foyer. She took a deep breath before she heard a car horn honk four times. She ran outside as fast as she could in her heels and met Kate outside, like they planned. "Hey, lookin' Good, Val! How do you feel?" "Shitty, like dying, and....Amazingly pretty." Kate smiled. "Good, now remember, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and I are caiters with a secret coms channel with you and John-he'll give you the ear peice- if you spot the enemy before you see John, or one of us, run out. Ghost has eyes everywhere, he'll see you even if you can't see him."

Valentina nodded. "Yes, Ma'am." Kate nodded. "I have to get going. Be safe...and try to get along with your mom and dad?" "No." "Thought not. You'll be back on 141's base soon. Don't worry." Out of France. Thank god. She nodded and walked back into her house, only to be shoved back out by her mother, "¡El valet! ¡Está aquí! ¡Vamos, vamos, muévete!" Valentina ran out to the slick black limousine and sighed as she slid into the red leathered seats. She grabbed a wine glass and poured herself half a glass-but her father stole it. "Thank you, M'dear."

She narrowed her eyes but grumbled, "Welcome..." god, she hated that man. Valentina couldn't wait until they got there.

She heard her father announce the start of the Gala and she ran down the stairs and out onto the dance floor. She not only spotted John-She'd spotted the fucking enemy With him. She got caught by the wrist so she looked behind her and gasped. "Bonjour, ma chère... Envie de danser avec moi?" Valentina shook her head. "Non-" "We both know you Will dance with me if you want Price to live," 'Chase' muttered under his breath. Valentina glared at him but nodded and let him lead her out to the dance floor.

John watched. He grabbed a glass of wine from Soap's serving tray, muttering, "Keep close to her...I don't know that man but she seems to not like him." Truth was, he didn't know who 'Chase' was, or that the enemy wasn't just one man, but two. John watched as she bowed to the blonde man and took her leave to the minibar. He walked over to her as waltzing music started to play. Perfect. He could Waltz. No problem. He cleared his throat.

"Pardon a moi, Madamo-" "I speak English," Valentina cut him off with. He quirked a brow up. She knew how to keep the guys away, thats for sure. "Well, thank god. I was wondering...would you care to dance with me?" She smiled softly at John, and he took her hand and le her back out to the floor. Valentina lifted her arm up and straight away from herself and John held her free hand, pulled her slightly towards him, they bowed to each other and John smirked and they started to dance together. He spun her and she giggled, "Well-You waltz rather good...For and English man." and she was spun yet again, they held hands again, pushed each other away but were still connected by said hands and came together again, repeated this, then mirrored each other by waving their left arms out and then back to the default stance, then out then back, and so on.

John was having a good time. Then he spun her again and dipped her to the side. Valentina came back to him and whispered, "There's two, Johnathan. Two of them." John hummed. "As much as I'd rather not think of it, what do we do?" "...Plan B?" "Agreed." John's back was to her and he scanned the room before having to turn back around to face her again. "What do they look like?" "The one i was dancing with, his callsign's Chase, and the one you were all buddy-buddy with. That's Zap." John snorted. "Zap?" "All his weapons are either electric or he's the hacker of their little missions. Thus, Zap."

John grimaced but then he dipped her again as the song ended and he panted as he gripped onto her for dear life-they hadn't even realized that they had been moving on auto-pilot as they talked. Valentina stared at John for a few seconds too long and he stared back. "...John." "Val." She shook her head and pushed him away. She walked off, forcing the blonde man she had danced with to follow her. John narrowed his eyes as he saw the other one she had described quickly follow too.

"Soap-Ghost-Farah. Get in position. Kate...get the police on the line." He walked away after muttering this into the coms, following Valentina outside, acting like he was going to light a cigar. Valentina caught sight of him and walked over. "Ah...the Englishman with a good waltz..." John chuckled. "Careful, Love. Don't want you inhaling this stuff. Very bad on the virgin lungs." Valentina laughed softly. "Oh please. Like i want any of that," she said in disgust, waving her hand in front of her face. John watched the two other men walked over, one had a gun the other, a walkie talkie. "Found 'em, Boss," Zap said, smiling. Valentina froze. "Where's Farah?" "...Three...Two...One."

A gunshot went off, no one heard it. No one except Farah, John, and Valentina. The music inside was far too loud. Kate came outside and a security guard, who was tipped off by Kate what was going to happen that night, showed up with a few other cops. Kate spoke quietly and quickly to them. All the cops nodded and picked up the bodies, dragging them away. One stayed behind however and said, "I'm officer De Pont. I have to explain to your father what has gone down, and tell him to keep it all hush hush until the clean up crew gets here, Madam Hernandez. Im very sorry."

Valentina nodded, "If it's for the best." "It is." "My father may not be the greatest man...but he'll keep this under the carpet if he wants his stores to keep growing." John put a shoulder on her shoulder as the cop walked away. "You grew up." "...Your welcome." Valentina walked back inside and sat down at the minibar again, ordering a small virgin martini. she sighed heavily. "Least the damn drink's never been touched too." "What?" John asked, sliding into a seat next to her.

"Nothing," She murmured softly shaking her head, John smiled and ordered a whiskey. "Too bad they dont have scotch here." "John. It's France...we're mainly a wine country." "Sigh...how sad." Valentina rolled her eyes bit smiled at him. She started up and random conversation about when she was an underaged rookie. John sighed heavily. "And you were one of the best rookies around, Girlie." She smiled at him and asked, "Oh really? Because a certain L.T. told me I would never get anywhere in life." John groaned as he downed the rest of his drink. He ordered another then replied. "I was a huge asshole because you had just joined, you were so small and yet...one of our best rooks. I Hated that."

Valentina sighed. "I hated the fact i forced myself to grow up so quick...i dont why I tried to be just like my cousins...I thought that they were the fuckin' Best...Guess I was wrong. War isn't all fun with guns." John put a hand on her back and ordered a glass of wine. He handed it to Valentina-she quirked a brow up. "John?" "Just drink." Valentina would take advantage of this-if it wasn't John. She set the glass down and whispered, "John...Im only-"

"I know your age. If your scared to get drunk again-" She chugged the fucking glass. John blinked before smirking. "There's m'girl." Ah...he was drunk. French alcohol wasn't a plaything after all. Poor Englishman. Valentina giggled and John ordered her another, then another...and pretty soon, she felt nice and couldn't remember where she was. Kate walked over and groaned. "John. She's underaged! You'll get arrested-" "It's legal. She's nineteen." Kate quirked a brow up, realizing that this was France. Kate sighed. "I'd better call the uber before you two get so drunk you wake up right where you two sit."

John nodded. "Good idea." So he let Kate drag him up and then he grabbed Valentina's hand, kissed the knuckles and let her wrap her arm around his and giggled out his name. And So sweetly at that. John walked her out of there, his own head barely holding up on his stiff shoulders. The valet that had driven Valentina there pulled up and asked, "Où aller ?" "Grand Hotel du Palais Royal." The driver nodded and as soon as they were buckled in started the drive. Valentina leaned over to John and murmured, "Your hot." John smiled, putting a a hand on her thigh.

Valentina tossed the leg with his hand on it over his lap and bit her lower lip. "Frisky, ain't we?" John asked, softly rubbing the thigh. Valentina made a bold move. She moved to fully sit in his lap. She hummed and murmured, "Maybe." John let her kiss him and he kissed back. Softly and slowly, his hands rubbing her thighs and he groaned after. "Val, wait...We're fuckin'-" "I know. Makes it more fun, don't it?"

John hummed softly.

The car rolls to a stop and John gathers her up in his arms, carrying her out of the vehicle and into the hotel. The concierge eyed him suspiciously, but John flashed him a smile and a wad of cash, and he hurries to open the door to the elevator. "She's just had a bit too much to drink," he murmured, patting Valentina's back as she nuzzles into his chest, arms around his torso. Hugging him like a teddy bear. "She'll be right as rain in the morning." The concierge nods, clearly not wanting to get involved, and John stepped into the elevator. He pressed the button for Val's floor and leaned back against the wall, holding Valentina close. She mumbled something in French, her breath warm against his chest. He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. They reached the floor of his hotel room and he carried her down the hall to his room, fishing the key card out of his pocket with one hand. He managed to get the door open and stumble inside, kicking it shut behind him, the sound making Valentina jolt in his arms. He laid Valentina down on the bed, taking a moment to admire her beauty in the moonlight streaming through the window. 'Your damn gone, aintcha John?' he thought to himself.

Not to mention she's still wearing that bloody red dress, the fabric clinging to her curves. He trailed his fingers down her arm, feeling the softness of her skin-where it wasn't scarred anyways. She sighed softly, her eyes fluttering open. "John? whatter you doin', John-" she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and alcohol. "Shh, love," he  murmured, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "I've got you." She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I don't want to be alone tonight," she whispered. "You're not alone," he rumbled from deep in his chest, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'm here." She reached up to cup his face, her hands warm due to the blood rushing into them as she used them drunkenly. John pressed a gentle kiss to her palm before pulling away to stand up. He took off his jacket and shirt, tossed them aside before starting on his boots. Valentina watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, her gaze roaming over his chest and shoulders.

"Like what you see, love?" he teased, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his pants. She bite her lip, nodding slowly. "Very much," she murmured. John grinned and took off his pants, standing before her in just his boxers. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her "Never noticed how big ya were..."

He climbed onto the bed, crawling over her slowly, giving her a chance to change her mind. But she doesn't. Instead, she reaches up to run her hands over his chest, her hands gently playing with the patch of hair there. He hissed in a breath, his cock twitching in response-why did that even turn him on? The act was innocent enough..."Fuck, Valentina," he groaned, capturing her lips in a kiss that tasted like both whiskey and wine. She kissed back happily, her tongue tangling with his own. He ground his hips against hers,  watching as she blushed and hooked her arms around his neck. John broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, nipping at her pulse point.

"I want you," he whispered against her skin. "I wanna make y'scream f'me, Love." She arched into him, whining, her dress riding up to reveal the lacy edges of her panties. He slid his hand up her thigh, cupping her through the fabric. She's already wet, her arousal soaking through the thin material. "Please, John," she whimpered. She bucked her hips toward his and John shook his head. “You ever taken a dick before?” He noticed how inexperienced her movements were. How unsure of her hand placement was. She shook her head but still murmured, “I still wanna fuck you though...I like the idea of losing my virginity to you.” John sighed heavily. “If your sure..” “I’m sure, John…now will you fuck me?” “No…” he shook his head. And opted for something a little different.

 He slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties, stroking her slick folds. She bucks against his hand, her hips writhing. He circles her clit with his thumb, feeling it swell under his touch. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her, "Feel good, Love?" "Yeah-Yeah keep going." her eyes shut. and she let out a soft moan, grabbing his wrist.

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The sun forced her to open her eyes and then shut them again. She rolled over, dragging the blankets over her head. She felt like she had gotten fucked up last night-both ways. But she was...Right? She opened her eyes, took the blanket off her-and Price who was snoring as loud as a lawn mower next to her. He was covered his bite marks, scratches, hickeys...She felt herself stop breathing for a full half a minuet before roughly shaking John awake. "What did we do last night, Johnathan?"

[fishnchip3011]

So wait- IK Wren is the one who asked Alex out, but, 1. Who fell first? 2. If Wren, did Alex figure out he liked Wren when he (Wren) asked him (Alex) out?

ONE!!!!!!!!!! i think they both fell for each other gradually without really realizing it, both over an extended time, it's just that wren realized it first since he's openly gay and knows he's allowed to like guys unlike a certain someone LOL

TWO!!!!!!!!!! wren just rips off the bandaid and tells alex he likes him (and doesn't expect any feelings will be returned bc of alex's perpetual I Like Women Not Men!!!!!!!!! affirmations to himself mostly LOL) and when alex doesn't give him a clear yes or no or any answer at all to his confession he just assumes alex doesn't feel the same and acts like they usually do + tries to move on (hence the grindr comic. lol). alex doesnt give wren a clear response cuz he doesnt feel repulsed by wren liking him (when he thinks he should because he's not gay, obviously!) and actually kinda likes that wren likes him (but he can't figure out whether it's out of conceit or bc he's a MANLIKER) and when wren acts like everything's normal he's like oh so we chill and i don't have to properly acknowledge or confront these feelings bc that's hard and scary!!!!!!! AWESOME!!!!!!!! then he freaks when wren tries to move on (grindr comic mention again) bc he's like "i thought wren liked ME and now he doesn't but why am i so bothered by this????? is that wren talking to another man???? WHY AM I SO BOTHERED BY THIS!!!!!!!!!! does this mean he doesn't like me anymore? was i not good enough? i want to be special to him and i don't want him to like anyone else or treat someone other than me as special to him!!!!!!!!!!" and is obviously struggling over his own jealousy bc he has no idea why he's acting this way (he's gay) but he also thinks he has no right to tell wren what to do or who to like bc he respects him as a person but he also can't take the feeling that wren is withdrawing from him and doesn't like that someone else will be that special person to wren and not him. and he probably thinks about it real long and real hard spacing out during his online classes and lying awake at night staring at his ceiling and experiencing the Horrors of Introspection and that Maybe he likes wren and that Maybe Somehow he didn't know himself as well as he thought he did because he wants wren, a Man, to want him, and that maybe he wants him too.

he probably also slips some of this to haley in conversation when she's hanging out in his room like "man i haven't seen wren in a while cuz he's always talking to sebastian and abby and sam and it sucks that i don't really see him anymore! man!" and haley scowls at him and she's like "alex. get over urself. u've been talking about this for like 2 weeks it's like u like him or something" and that sets off a neuron activation in alex's brain and he mentally checks out for the rest of the night and haley smacks him bc he's not responding to whatever she's complaining about and leaves bc "u obviously r thinking about something important rn cuz i can tell ur 2 braincells r working overtime." and he doesnt respond to that either so she sighs finishes painting the last nail on alex's left hand pinches his cheek and goes home. and alex is once again staring at the ceiling in bed with the lights out after evelyn tells him goodnight and he drags his hands across his face because it's finally settled in that he likes wren and wants to be his special person and no one else's. he takes a couple days to process this n let it sink in and coops himself up in his room either lifting weights or looking up "gay" on google and reading the lgbt wiki page. it mostly confuses him but he knows he likes wren so. the next day when wren says hi to him and pats dusty on the head like he always does alex invites him to some shit he just makes up on the fly like "uh, so, wanna flip through my philosophy textbook. for my philosophy class." and wren raises an eyebrow bc he doesn't know shit abt philosophy either but agrees anyway. then after they hang out alex is like Okay so i really do Like him and I'm going to Do This and takes it upon himself to make a 10 step plan in his head to properly woo wren (and haley tells him to write it down and tells him what to change and what to keep bc it sucks and also bc obviously she's gonna get involved in his love life because oh the drama! the romance! cuz how else is she gonna be entertained in this tiny ass town) and maybe even i dunno be boyfriends. whatever that means. or entails. boyfriends! wow. what a crazy word! then they kiss and fall in love and live happily ever after and wren makes fun of him for reading the gay lgbt wiki page. the end! here's a shitty doodle bc love wins

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Accidental Confessions

REQUEST: I FINALLY THOUGHT OF MY REQUEST May I request Azul, Jade and Riddle getting high because of mushrooms for some unknown reason and confessing to a gn reader bc their ability to stay composed just went completely out the window? It's more of a fluff/crack idea I came up with, sorry if it's not too clear @thehollowwriter

SUMMARY: When the usually cool and composed guys accidentally confess due to... Some interesting foods. WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: Mushrooms (need I say anything else), maybe OOC, Jade and Floyd and Azul shenanigans, they may act like they're under the influence of drugs (no actual drugs in the story though!!), these poor guys (please give them hugs), Ace is chaos A/N: Me, trying to make sure I get everything right: *types in Google* "what happens when you get high" on my school computer Don't do drugs guys :D (I would've said kids but I'm like 96% sure that most of the people reading my fics are in fact older than me) I love how I finished this a while ago and then was like "I'm gonna add a bit more to the end" and it was only like a paragraph- Azul is my favorite, you can see from how much I write for him </3 Also I love fluff and crack, I enjoy writing it the most! Feel free to send more requests like these <3

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Azul Ashengrotto

You know, Azul should have known better.

Jade always went out and got some mushrooms on his hikes, and he seemed pretty confident that he knew the different types of mushrooms.

But one single mistake - a mushroom similar enough to a perfectly fine edible one - and now he felt woozy.

Great.

It wasn't an unpleasant experience - he felt happy in that dreamy way, where you weren't able to comprehend much. But he knew this was bad.

What if he got addicted? That would ruin all his plans for his future. He needed to have a clear head.

He really should've been resting, but unfortunately, Floyd had ran off (most likely so he didn't have to be near the mushrooms). Due to that, Mostro Lounge needed an extra pair of hands.

So when he saw you, he immediately was on guard as much as he could be. Who knows what he could let slip when you were so close, and his thinking wasn't at its best…

He tried to avoid you, but unfortunately (again? Why were so many bad things happening to him today?) you sat at the table closest to him.

He had to go up to you and take your order. Your sweet smile almost made him melt, a soft flush on his cheeks as he just nodded quietly, jotting your order down.

You thought it was odd - Azul was usually the type to chat people up, try to get as much of a profit in as possible - but today was different. It made you a bit worried, honestly.

As you asked if he was all right, Azul's eyes widened.

His mind went blank, and the only words that left his lips were, "Sorry, you were just really cute, and I-" He froze as he realized the words he said, trying to backtrack, but he couldn't think right. "I mean, I just thought your smile was- you- I-" He shook his head slightly. "Forget it," he said, hands shaking slightly out of embarrassment as he turned and walked away.

As Jade had been watching and listening to the interaction, he quickly made your order before handing it to Azul (who had been hoping for some rest behind the counter before seeing you). Jade was saying something about how Azul really needed to be quicker with processing orders - Azul was pretty sure that Jade knew about his feelings toward the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm.

Azul sighed softly before trudging back to you, the food and drink you ordered held in a tray. "There you go."

As you inquired about what his previous words had been about, he saw the teasing glint in your eyes.

Did you know?

"It was nothing- I just like you a-" A slip of the tongue. Damn it. He hadn't meant to say that. He quickly backed away before almost sprinting to the VIP Room, his cheeks flushed a bright red. He almost ran into the doorframe though (which Jade may or may not have taken a picture of).

Bonus:

"I told you that Azul likes you a lot." Jade smiled, a small glint of his teeth showing. "Did you plan this?" "Jade might've given Azul an unusual mushroom~" That sing-songy voice had to be Floyd's. "I knew it." You rolled your eyes a little. "That was cute, though. Although your method might have been a little mean. Poor Azul." "You can go talk to him after you enjoy your meal." Jade smiled at you. "And Floyd, you haven't had anything to eat. Perhaps you would like one of the mushroom soups I've made?" "No- I've had enough of your mushrooms." A soft whine came out of the other tweel's lips. "But maybe Koebi-chan wants some?" "Thanks for the offer, but I probably should go to Azul as soon as possible." You laughed softly. "There's no telling what's happening to him right now, after all."

Jade Leech

Jade had a heavy mishap on his hands. He had gone a bit overboard with picking his mushrooms, and then Floyd had gone and messed with his careful labeling.

And then he didn't check the contents and labels thoroughly before he put them into a little snack for himself.

So now here he was, stumbling to Ramshackle Dorm for no reason in particular.

It was a wonder how he hadn't stumbled off the path, what with the hallucinations he was seeing.

He stumbled inside (luckily the door wasn't locked), quickly moving to your room.

At first you thought he was Floyd due to how off he was acting. But nope, that was definitely Jade.

"Jade?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at the male. "What are you doing here?"

"I love youuuuu." Well, that was a surprise.

Now you were really wondering if this wasn't Floyd. It sounded like something he would say.

As the tall male draped himself over you, you awkwardly tried to get both of you comfortable on the small chair. It was no use, however, as you toppled off of your chair and onto the ground.

You let out a soft huff, staring up at Jade who had fallen on top of you. How fun…

He seemed to have fallen asleep, relaxed on top of you. Well, at least he didn't seem to have gotten hurt.

You awkwardly patted his hair as you gave up trying to move. The floor was uncomfortable… But you could bear it, you didn't want to stop looking at Jade's sleeping face.

Riddle Rosehearts

Ace, the prankster he was, had put in an insane amount of sugar in some cookies he was making. He had then given the cookies to Riddle.

The unsuspecting Riddle had accepted the cookies, feeling a bit confused. Why was Ace making cookies…? No matter.

He was starting to eat some of the cookies when you had been brought to the Heartslabyul dorm (totally not by force).

You were also confused, and for good reason. Ace was saying something about pranking his housewarden, but to be honest? What reason did he have for calling you here?

You were pretty sure it was just so Ace didn't get punished. He didn't want to keep getting in trouble, after all. Though, the rational thought would be to not prank Riddle at all… But oh well.

"Hey, Riddle," you said, feeling a bit uncertain. You smiled a little at the male.

"Oh- hi, kantokusei." The red-haired male blinked at you, looking confused.

"Yeah, so- Ace dragged me here? I don't really know why, but-"

He paused for a heartbeat before replying. "I don't know why he brought you here either." He sighed softly, shaking his head.

"Well…" You shrugged awkwardly. "Are those cookies any good?" You gestured vaguely towards the plate in front of him.

"They're too sweet." Riddle frowned a little. "Ace has no delicacy in doing these things, he thinks more is always better."

You let out a soft laugh. "Sounds like him." Just as you reached for a cookie, his hand brushed past yours.

He froze, cheeks flushing adorably. All the sugar in his system was making his heart race and not be focused on what he was thinking.

Before he could even question it, he grabbed your hands. "…I like you a lot." he got out before freezing yet again, hands still holding yours. Why had he said that?

Little did either of you know, Ace was wheezing behind the closed door. He had put in a small little potion, nothing major, that caused a person to say what they felt to the person they liked. He had gotten it from Azul, and it clearly had worked.

The deal had been worth it to get blackmail on his housewarden. Now, if only he could somehow use this to get rid of Riddle as housewarden and all of his strict rules… That would be great. Maybe he could even actually win?

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[maruyaaya]

i was looking through my google doc of deleted scenes from senses (this is how im shortening the title of my neomachus fic from now on bc holy fuck why do i keep making my titles so long (no i wont stop) and sikyctys is an ugly acronym) and found a little snippet that i wanted to talk about so here we go!

(rambling under the cut)

i actually very briefly discussed this with kindred at one point but there was a draft of senses that talked a lot more about andromache and what happened with neo directly after the war that i ended up deleting a lot of because i genuinely just couldn't think of a way to write it that kept neo as sympathetic.

because even in senses, while it's clear that neo isn't a "good" person, he is still meant to be sympathetic, but though the things that neo does after the war in ancient greece are meant to be products of the time, i just couldn't write that in a way that i was happy with that understood the severity of it but kept it so that you didn't hate neo. anyway here's a little section of something i wrote about neo and andromache that i ended up cutting

He’s seen time and time again the way women are treated among those the Greeks consider to be heroes. Achilles had refused to fight in the first place because his slave had been taken from him by Agamemnon; Briseis had no say in who took her from who—she was property to be stolen (Neoptolemus doesn’t know what happened to Briseis after the war. He hopes she didn’t fall into Agamemnon’s hands again).  Even Neoptolemus himself had been awarded a slave at the war’s conclusion. He’d been given one of the highest honours of all: Andromache, the widow of Hector. Achilles had been the one to kill Hector so it had only been fair to give Hector’s wife to Achilles’ son.  He’d been twelve. He hadn’t known what to do with a woman yet. More than that, what do you do when the woman whose son you killed as she begged for mercy stares at you with such contempt that you’re surprised you don’t shrivel up under your gaze? A part of Neoptolemus had been afraid that Andromache would sneak a knife through his ribs the second she got the chance.  Neoptolemus had left her with Helenus. He’d like to say he did it out of the good of his heart—that he’d realized he’d caused enough bloodshed and decided to spare this one life—but he doesn’t know how true that would be.

and while i think this is fine, i think it really makes neo an anachronistic feminist in a way that just wouldn't make sense for the time period. because the things that neo does to andromache in the myths are awful, but for the time period, they're supposed to be seen as signs of heroism in ancient greece.

and i just... didn't know how to write this in a way where you would still be rooting for neo. because that's what i always struggle with when i'm writing about greek myths—how much can i change to remove the misogyny before i'm delving into ignorance and pretending like that misogyny never existed? because i don't think you can really do that. i don't think you can separate these characters from the misogynstic things they do.

for example, let's look at achilles! that's my favourite greek mythology figure of all time!! but the silence of the girls by pat barker is also one of my favourite books because achilles is fucking awful. all the ancient greek men were. and for me to write a neoptolemus who is a feminist king when i'm specifically writing a canon compliant fic that takes place within the canon context of greek myth is just wrong and i don't really think i can do that. so i cut it entirely.

i mean, in a logical sense, you can still take this as canon. i kinda do. in my head, senses!neo still does the same action of being gifted andromache and eventually giving her to helenus. to expand on it, he definitely does it not out of the good of his heart, but because he is genuinely afraid that andromache was going to attempt to murder him. if i had written more on this, i would have included that and gone into more of a "this isn't a redeeming factor for him. this is proof that he's a coward. proof that he wants above all else to survive and he's willing to do whatever it takes to get that. he wants to live."

i think i would like to write another fic sometime looking at the really awful things that neo does, but senses just didn't feel like the right fic for it. it is an angst fic, but i spend too much time making neo lovable in that fic

man i'm bad at articulating myself LOL i've spent the past day writing a research essay proposal and i'm still not done. i will never be eloquent again

[anonymityisfunwriter]

The Birds and The Bees

A.N. I don't usually do many author's notes in Tumblr, but never, never, not once, has a fic ever been so requested, by so many different people, that I feel like I have to.

@i-love-mommy-wanda "Being that she stayed in a room most of her life- just hear me out- a oneshot - of Sam giving her the" TALK!" like birds and bees and where baby's come from I think that would be funny" @/thequeeranarchist "I don't know if you take requests, but I thought about if someone had to explain the birds and the bees to sunshine considering she probably never had been told about it. Idk, I thought about sunshine and Bucky's first time together too, but I don't know your comfortability with what you write and what you don't. And grumpy x sunshine is officially my favourite trope now bc of this series."

I don't even - I just don't even know what to say. (Please note, that as I write this, I'm quite literally giggling to myself and have quite literally reverted to my awkward 16 year old self) I get requests somewhat regularly, but this, this is the most requested topic. You guys just really wanted to know about this.

Listen, here's the thing, reading second hand embarrassment is one thing. WRITING IT? I was in physical pain, but the scene wasn't going to write itself. I tried, it really didn't write itself.

But I did it. Because I love you guys. And now, it'll be another 5 to 7 business days before I can log back on.

P.S. I know there's other people who requested it too, but I can't find the requests, but please know I didn't forget about you!

Anon's 1K Celebration

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Summary: Falling in love is easy, as natural as breathing, so why is talking about it so embarrassing?

"Sam," you frantically call from the doorway, clutching your racing heart, "I think I'm dying."

"What? Why? What happened?" Sam rushes out, frantically searching you for signs of duress.

You double over, hands clutching your sides, "Well, I'm not sure, but I did Google it and I think I'm having a heart attack."

Sam takes a long sigh, resting his hands on his hips in mild exasperation. At least he knew you weren't actually dying. "And why do you think you're having a heart attack?"

"I just," you dramatically clutch your chest, finally standing upright, "My heart feels like it's in my stomach, and- and I'm all sweaty, and fluttery. And I want to curl up into a little ball and die, but maybe also listen to every Taylor Swift song ever written."

"Well, that was," Sam clears his throat, "That was very descriptive."

You flop down on your couch and groan into one of the cushions, "Just leave me here to die."

"You're not dying."

You lift your head to glare at him, "You don't know."

"I do know," Sam insists. "You're a healthy, 25 year old woman, the chances of you having a heart attack are almost zero."

"But not zero," you point out.

Sam sighs, grabbing your hand and pulling you up off the couch, "You're not dying, and you're not having a heart attack."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"If you're wrong, I'll haunt you."

"I'll take my chances," Sam playfully rolls his eyes, "So what were you doing right before you thought you were having a heart attack?"

"I-" you clear your throat, a furious blush warming your entire face, "I don't want to tell you."

He should've known something was wrong right from the get go. You were always so open, so honest about everything. You weren't raised under the same social contract, or any social contract, and you were still learning basic social norms and customs. For better or worse, you were the most honest and open person Sam had ever known.

So for you to be this flustered, this shy and jittery, it had to be something pretty important.

He should've left it at that. He really should've left it at that. But no, like the concerned friend he was, he pressed the topic even more.

He gently nudges your shoulder, taking a seat beside you, "I can't help you if you don't tell me."

You abruptly stand up, awkwardly chuckling. You inch away from him, jutting your thumb back to your room, "You know, now that I think about it, I'm all better, heart attack healed. Good talk, thanks, Sam."

"Come on, just tell me," Sam cajoles, patting the seat beside him. "We tell each other everything."

"I was on the phone."

"Okay..." Sam could count on one hand the number of people that had any means to communicate with you. Hell, he could count exactly how many people had knowledge of your existence with both hands.

It takes Sam a second to realize that he's too lost in his worry to actually hear what you're telling him, "... so Bucky told me we could practice-"

He already doesn't like where this is going. "Practice what?"

"Texting, Sam." You quirk an eyebrow at him, "Are you even listening to me?"

Sam suspiciously nods, settling back into the couch, "Right."

"And we've sort of been texting each other."

"Uh-huh," Sam nods along, though he gets the distinct feeling that he won't like where this is going. Not in the slightest. He physically braces himself as he asks his next question, "So, um, what were you guys talking about?"

You timidly shrug, twisting and untwisting your fingers, "Just stuff."

"Stuff?" Sam dubiously repeats. "Talking about stuff made you think you were having a heart attack?"

"Yes..." It's clear to him that you're lying through your teeth. It's clear that this is as weird for him as it is for you. You clap your hands down on your lap, abruptly standing with up a fierce blush painting your face, "You know what? I completely forgot I have to water my plants!"

"I know you're lying!" Sam calls after you as you scramble away.

"No, I'm not!" you shout over your shoulder. "I'll be back! Maybe! Probably! Definitely at some point!"

This wasn't the first time something like this happened, a strange, slightly uncomfortable situation happening.

This whole living arrangement with you and Sam would probably be called a strange, slightly uncomfortable situation by most people. Most of the time, Sam was able to handle these things on his own.

Having grown up with a younger sister, Sam was fairly comfortable talking about and dealing with certain things. That did not mean he was even remotely prepared or even qualified to explain those things to you.

The first time it happened was about a month into living with each other.

It was just cramps. Until it wasn't.

He phoned it in to Maria Hill.

Crisis averted. Mostly.

Because a couple of months later, another of those awkward situations arose.

The second time was an awkward encounter with a barista at your local cafe.

Apparently, getting breakfast and coffee with a person of the opposite sex first thing in the morning day in and out meant that people could just assume the nature of your relationship. And it wouldn’t have been the most ridiculous assumption if it weren’t for the fact that it absolutely was the most ridiculous assumption.

Sam was just thankful that he was as certain of your feelings as he was of his own.

He'd handled that situation fairly well on his own, even if it did take several days for you two to be within five feet of each other.

And now here he was again. Sitting all alone in your living room, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with this. And that's when he sees it. The scene of the crime sat right before him, right on the coffee table. Your phone. 

"You forgot your-" He stops himself from finishing that sentence. Because this wasn't your run of the mill awkward situation, no, this was worse. A lot worse than some nosey barista. So much worse that he thinks about doing something stupid. An overprotective, older brother sort of stupid. He tries to rationalize it, after all, you’d left the phone right there. Right there. Right in front of him. Within his reach. What kind of handler would he even be if he wasn’t keeping a close eye on you?

“No.” Sam suddenly changes his mind, softly muttering to himself, “That is an invasion of privacy. What kind of friend-“

And before he even knows it, your phone is in his hand. And he’s clicking on your messages.

And he’s reading your texts to Bucky.

JBB: What does 'lol' mean? You: It's either lots of love or laugh out loud. Idk. JBB: What does that mean? The idk? You: I don't know. JBB: I'll ask. You: No, it means I don't know. JBB: Oh. JBB: I know you can't see me, but I'm frowning right now. You: You make me laugh. JBB: I like making you laugh. JBB: But if you tell anyone that, I'll deny it. You: lol JBB: Which version of lol was that? Lots of love or laughing out loud? You: That’s for me to know. JBB: And for me to find out? You: lol

"That was smooth as hell," Sam mutters to himself. Sam has to stop at that point. He can’t read any more. He scoffs to himself, “She’s been out a year and flirts better than I do.”

There’s a part of him that’s a little mad. Mostly about your shockingly incredible ability to flirt.

But it also grates on that older brother nerve. The same one Sarah used to love to poke and prod at when they were younger.

He's still sort of in his right mind. At least enough to know that he's out of his element with this one. There’s no way that he can approach you about this. Especially not after reading through your messages.

What even was this? Was it just harmless flirting? Was it you just trying to get out there and socialize with the few people you were allowed contact with?

Or were there feelings there? And, if there were feeling, what kind of feelings?

He rapidly shakes his head trying to rid himself of the idea. That was not an image he needed in his head.

Sam decides in that very moment, this is too far out of his league. He can't handle this. An while might not be able to handle this, he knew someone who could, someone much more qualified than he was. He dials her number right away. She answers on the third ring. 

"I need your help," Sam sharply whispers into his phone.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"There is flirting happening over here!"

Maria sighs in relief, "Oh, good, I thought there was a real problem happening."

"Did you not hear me? Flirting, Maria! Flirting!"

"So?"

"Do you know what flirting leads to?" Sam wildly questions. 

"No?"

"It leads to... other things - I don't know! And that's why I need your help! I can't deal with this!"

"You can't call me over for things like this."

"I thought you said you were happy to help!"

"I was! I am, but you're supposed to be keeping a low profile. Having me walk in and out of your front door in broad daylight is not low profile."

"So then come in through the backdoor!" Sam pleads. 

"Sam," Maria deadpans.

"I know, I know, you're right."

"I know it's a little... uncomfortable, but you just have to deal. Nick wouldn't have picked you if he thought even for a second that you couldn't handle this. It might be a little weird at first, but you've got this."

And he used to be sure that he could.

He used to be great at this job. Catching you up on pop culture? No one better than Sam. Healthy dialogue? Second nature to Sam. Ability to keep you safe? He was doing a damned good job at it if he could say so himself.

Then came the Bucky of it all.

Bucky fucking Barnes.

Sam had half a mind to kick Bucky's ass for making you feel... whatever you were feeling.

Sam's only saving grace was that you'd pretty much become self sufficient in most areas of your life when Bucky came into the picture a few months ago. Since then, things were different. You were different. At first, Sam was sure it was just the excitement and thrill of having a new friend.

He could kill Bucky for making your life more complicated. For making his life more complicated.

Bucky fucking Barnes.

He's so lost in his plot to murder Bucky Barnes that he almost doesn't realize it when you shuffle back into the living room. "Sam?"

Sam's head snaps up, "Huh?"

"I said what are you doing?"

"Um... Just thinking."

"About?"

"What's going on with you and Bucky?" Sam abrasively blurts out. 

Your eyes blow wide. "What?"

"Sorry, what I meant to say was - what's going on with you and Bucky?" Sam demands with equal fervor. 

"Nothing!" you exclaim. 

"Well, I know you're lying!"

"I'm not lying!" you insist.

"I saw you two flirting over text!"

"You read our texts?" Your eyes snap over to the coffee table where you left your phone. Sure enough, it's upright and in a completely different spot. "Are you crazy?"

"No, no, I am not crazy because you two are over there flirting and- and- and flirting and I'm not ready to be an uncle again!"

Both your hands cover your flaming face as you turn to leave the room again, "Oh my God!"

Sam reaches out, grabbing your arm to guide you back to the conversation that he knew deep down just had to happen, "No, no, we are going to sit and we are going to talk about this."

"About what?!" you shriek. 

"About this! You know this. The flirting. Dating. Other things. You know what so please don't make me say it," Sam pleads with you, looking every bit as awkward as you feel. 

"No, I don't, so no, we're not!"

"You not knowing is the literal reason we have to talk about this!" Sam rants. 

You turn to try to leave again, "I'm leaving."

Sam wedges himself in the doorway, physically blocking you from leaving, "Oh, no, you're not."

You try to squeeze past him, "Oh, yes, I am."

"No, you're not!"

"Why not?"

"Because we have to talk about this."

"Why?" you exclaim with a particularly shrill tone.

"I don't know!" Sam throws his hands up. "But we are. And we are going to hate every single second of it. And then we never have to talk about it ever again."

"You swear?"

"I swear," Sam promises, raising his right hand. He gestures to the couch, "If you sit and we have the talk, we will never speak of it again."

"Fine," you grumble under your breath, huffing as you slump onto to the couch. 

"Great..."

So you sat.

And you listened.

And you did your best not to cringe at what Sam was telling you. And then it was over. The silence palpable. Your face burning with embarrassment. Sam's face burning with embarrassment. But it was over. It was all said and done. 

You both sit on the couch with your hands in your lap, several feet away from each other, not even looking at each other but staring at the turned off television before you. After many, many long minutes of sitting in awkward silence, you turn to Sam with a questioning look, "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we know too much about each other?"

"Definitely starting to."

"Glad we're on the same page."

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[lovely-writes-alot]

LOVLEY IM BACK LOVLEYYYYYYYYYY LOVELYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

augh the pookie withdrawal was severe :(

BUT IM BACK

LOVLEY LOVELY LVOEOLVEYLUILRUKSJADLJdfhndsajlllsk jslakjj

*squishes you* *gives you a hug*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

Ok so

Here was the plan for returning:

Return

Let all the children know that I'm back (i.e. text the group chat and send people asks on tumblr)

Post a flurry of shitposts to simultaneously get back onto everyone's dash

Clear my room

take a long shower

Here is how it ACTUALLY went:

Get home at 1 am yesterday having spent 24 hours traveling and only having slept for 1 and a half hours out of those

Immideately go on my phone

Instead of texting the groupchat: Texting a few individual children that I had returned

Talking to them for like an hour and also rereading all the texts from the gc

Vegetating on yt shorts for 2 hours.

Checking tumblr

Read all of lovley's asks and get so happy and start fangirling

Saying "okay I need sleep" because I was dying of tiredness

not sleeping and getting a book idea at three am

Staying up until 4:30 am to write parts of said idea.

FINALLY going to sleep

Then I woke up

and I've been cleaning my room

but I fear I'm not making progress and therefore I tried to motivate myself by saying "ok jerry get this room clean and then you can talk to LOVELYYY" but then I said "ok great argument but I could also just do that now so get rekt."

Anyways this is going to be a long ask buckle up. You 100% do not have to respond to everything I'm just going to yap:

I MISSED YOU SO UCH OMGGGGGGGGGGG

I WAS SO FUCKING HAPPY WHEN I DISCOVERED THAT YOU HAD BEEN LIVIGN IN MY ASK BOX

I was, wuite literally, kicking my feet while reading

At first I was getting VERY severe pookie withdrawal (i.e. MUST TELL LOVLEYY oh wait :( but then it went something like this MUST TELL LOVLEY ok make a mental note and tell them when you get back jerry)

Me dealing with the pookie withdrawal:

Okay, assuming lovley has not forgotten you which-- Shut up anxiety they havent-- you can always tell them later.

Also, you know what they say! When the pookie withdrawal gets too severe get chatgpt to write a sitcom with the pookies.

I also stalked you for a small bit bc I got onto tumblr from my moms iPad but then I tried to sign in and it didn't work :(

Anwyays please dont hate me

IM BACK LOVELY I MISSSED YOU

how are you

im going to tell you a whole lot more things

OH FUCK JERRY'S BACK

HOLY SHIT

I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T BACK UNTIL TOMORROW

I THOUGHT THE TIMEZONES WERE TIMEZONIGN FUCK YEAH LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

I ONLY JUST CHECKED MY PHONE SHIT

THE ONE TIME MY BRIAN DECIDES TO WRITE

no I was dying too hench the like idfk 20 asks I sent

no pressure to answer them I sent a lot

*hugs* *very tight hugs*

that plan vs reality is so real

sometimes you just gotta decompress and fucking write a little

I MISSED YOU TOOO OMLLLLLL

You could probably tell I think I literally begged you to come back at one point

that day was a rough day I don't remember what happened but I wans't having a good time it was a moment of weakness/j

REALLLLLLL

I felt it too. Tweaking over good omens and then having to wait weeks for your return was sad

no bro my anxiety was telling me you were gonna get locked out of America for some fucking reason

OMG REALLY??? GLAD I WAS IN MY SHIT POSTING ERA THEN

I also stalked you dispite the fact I knew you were gonna post

WHY TF WOULD I HATE YOU DUDE YOU WERE IN ANOTHER COUNTRY WITHOUT A DEVICE-

YAYAYAYYAYA I MISSED YOU TOO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

I'm alright. Fucking dying cause I'm in the last two weeks of the semester so I have an ass load of tasks due, one of which I have to crochet for and I'm running out of time and I'm not done hahahah

but good news is that for the first time ever WE'RE GOING TO BE ON BREAK AT THE SAME TIME

(I definitely didn't have to google how long your break lasts-)

HEL YEAH

[disgruntledkittenface]

Hello fellow fic writer mutual— I hope you’re hanging in there. 🤍 I’m reaching out bc I’m compiling non-1D reading recs for folks like myself who might be struggling to engage with 1D fics right now. If you’d like to join in, I’d love your recommendations for: Fics from other fandoms and/or original works—especially your own works that fit either of these categories!

You can submit them by: 

Filling out the google form linked HERE—anonymously if you’d like.

Answering this ask with any fics you’d like to share. 

Emailing me at louisandtheaquarian {at} gmail {dot} com.

Please feel free to tag or pass along this ask to fellow writer/reader friends! (And if anyone else has turned to working on original fiction lately—lmk if you would be interested in a future fest of original works. Community and deadlines can be so helpful, haha.)

Sending you so much love. 🫂

hiii I love this idea <3 And thank you for making it easy to submit fics! Once I started opening tabs, I realized I had way more recs than I thought

If you like Schitt's Creek, do yourself a favor and check out these Alexis/Twyla fics by our very own @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Crystal Clear and Ladies Night Inn series

My friend @queenofquiet17 writes incredible and mostly angsty Grace/Karen fics in the Will & Grace fandom; this is her most recent completed work

Forbidden Thoughts of Youth and Strawberry Gloss

While I was gearing up to write Harry/Louis/Tom Hardy, I found a few Arthur/Eames fics in the Inception fandom and this is my favorite

I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile (The Only Living Boy In New York)

I turned to AO3 after the latest season of Selling Sunset and the results did not disappoint; I found a Harry Potter AU!

Faking It

An old friend asked me to look over this Happy Endings AU before I really knew what betaing even was; luckily it didn't even need editing

Secrets and Waffles

I know nothing about hockey, but this AU by @badger-bear left me feral

Tongue Tied

I remember this West Wing AU by @muldxr as being Very Intense!

headlights on dark roads

I once lost an entire workday to this AU of The Office

I Don't Know Where I Belong, I Don't Know Where I Went Wrong

I haven't read a lot of drarry, but this is definitely my favorite

Little Compton Street (One Rainy Night in Soho)

And I would be remiss if I didn't include this classic Folgercest AU (sorry and you're welcome)

A Home for All Seasons

sending you (and everyone out there) love! I think an original work fest is a great idea; we could all use more community these days, especially when trying something new <3

[minmin-vs-physics]

Hey! I’m gonna be a physics major next year, and I was wondering if the Mac and iPad combo have worked well for you, or if there’s something else you recommend tech wise?

short answer: yes.

but, im gonna use this has an opportunity to yap about my current study set up. this goes without saying, but what worked for me may not work for you, and my set up evolved over the years as i found what was best for me.

i use an iPad for lecture notes and homework. i think its the most organized you can get them to be without straight up LaTeXing the shit out of them (and i know people who do exactly that, more power to them)

i just write faster than i type, and an ipad allows me to copy paste equations and add photos and stuff which is helpful for diagrams. i use goodnotes 5, and i will sing its praises till the end of time.

i think it pays to develop a clear style for your homework and lecture notes, bc your work will be easier to navigate. here's an example of my lecture notes and my homework.

[hehe general relativity moment]

HOWEVER, you will mostly be having paper exams as a physics student so i recommend you don't get too reliant on your iPad. i tend to do all my studying in notebooks, or loose sheets that i can refer to. practice problems are always on paper.

[stat mech studying i did last week]

i started using legal pads for this from the end of junior year bc they're so convenient! im also incentivized by the stock our dept keeps in the mail room.

i have to do a lot of calculations for research and i prefer to do them on paper or a blackboard if it's something im reasoning out. idk it's so much easier to be stupid on paper than on goodnotes. ofc my research log is kept digitally, but i keep a binder with all my old calculations (both correct, and incorrect) along with my main reference papers.

[i was flipping through this just now and realised how much bs is in it.]

LaTeX is a good skill to have which i didn't realise until too late. if you have to write any paper that's remotely scientific, LaTeX is the way to go. none of that google docs bs.

i use both vscode and Overleaf for editing. i mainly just LaTeX my finalized research calculations into one big doc. it's much easier to show my advisor. also it looks cool.

i got a monitor when my laptop screen broke sophomore spring (something inside me broke as well that semester it was so fun). and if you have the option, i would totally recommend getting one. it's useful having a second/bigger screen.

i use mine for a bunch of things: coding, reading textbooks, genshin impact, Netflix, grading.

on the topic of textbooks, i use digital bc im cheap. but i do buy secondhand physical copies that i rarely reference, but keep around bc it doesn't hurt to start your hypothetical professor office bookshelf early. i only buy the ones i actually respect, like Peskin's Intro to QFT. but the digital copies are usually much handier. i keep an extensive digital collection of books and papers i might never need.

don't be like me keep your digital library more organized!

and yeah circling back to electronics! i use a Macbook Pro rn which has served me well. i guess things are different if you need to run solidworks or other specialized software, but you can always use the lab computers, so that was never a problem. i have an apple ecosystem bc im a slut for capitalism.. i mean i was already halfway there and now im just really used to it, so i like all my devices being friends with each other. my tip is always get more RAM than you thought you needed, and double the storage. but maybe that's bc im mean to my laptop and love hoarding files.

i also keep all my previous notes and printouts so may be i have an academic hoarding problem in general.

in the end, a mix of old school and new age technology bs works best for me!

thank you for your question! i hope this helps :)

[kamwritesonvicodin]

so my children...

tips on getting seen on ao3 or wattpad? I have tried both and some of my fics do good (ex. my post canon hilson fic called last call) and some rlly don't idk do og ideas just not sell well on either platform or what? bc i have had this labor of love of a book series called Where The Lavender Grows that i wrote over the course of around 2 years and it has rlly no fans at all there are three or four books of them and I have many unpublished segments in drafts on my google docs I was planning to release? Is the idea just not good or is it the community?

for reference book one (Where The Lavender Groes)

ao3 and wattpad : this one is the first novel its coming of age exploring ideas of romance, abuse, and such things as discrimination and acts of violence against two main characters from Germany and Poland who fall in love in a borderland on the cusp of war.

Over the years, through schoolyard laughter and forbidden books, through fire-lit arguments and half-held hands in the dark, they grow up. And in time, they fall in love. But Germany in 1940 is no place for soft things. So they go. As political tensions swell and the future sharpens its teeth, their quiet life begins to fracture. When tragedy strikes, they are forced to rebuild something tender out of grief, out of love, out of the aching bones of what used to be. Together, they face whispering neighbors, closed doors, and rooms full of doctors who stare too long. They write lesson plans. They cling to laughter. They hold onto hope even when it trembles...

book two: Even Still We Bloom (wattpad only)

is about one of the main characters being drafted for the air force in Switzerland after he immigrated for relief to the said country it is a look at neutrality and what that really means as well as disability representation... Now, in the autumn of 1943, that peace balanced on a tightrope. The letter from the Air Force came on a Thursday. Kaspar's name, once deemed unfit for duty, had been cleared. Again. Recalled. Kaspar would board the train again. Hansen would return home alone... it looks at love in war

and book three (wattpad only too) is a look at mccarthianism in america and 1950s and its lack of equality in the justice system for sa against male victims.. In the late 1950s senior and jock Thomas Langston no longer sees himself as who he was just last year on year ago he was r@ped by his high school gym coach, but he didn't walk free, he went to jail but that is the problem... Thomas feels like nothing has changed no justice has been served he feel like he is just the kid with the uniform box still sitting at the foot of his bed. The ghost of the locker room folded inside it. A ghost that won't leave.

there are additional stories on both wattpad and ao3 that are like novellas that go in those spaces btwn and a short novel abt vietnam as well in this same Kaspar and Hansen universe.... once again is it me or is it visibility? also visibility tips would be appreciated :)

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

I have a very serious Q. Okay, so, this is for research and stuff. I'm trying to research something very specific (— university courses and the specific stuff taught) but I have no idea what to even search into the search bar. It annoys me sm, bc I want to write about something that could advance the story, but I have no idea where information comes from. I read reddits etc, but I feel like I can't get the correct answer 😭😭

How do you research for your stories?

—(also, i hope work is okay <33)

Nadii!! Personally, if I already have a specific set of information I'm looking to find, which in your case is university courses and their learning curriculum, what I would do is go onto a relevant/reputable university's website, search for related courses, and start my research from there! Any unfamiliar terms or jargons out of my depth or expertise, I put into Google! There's also plenty of AI tools that can help assist you or give you a greater sense of where you can start your research. Although the accuracy and credibility of the research provided by AI is subjected to fact-checking, it's a great tool to help expand your understanding on what you're trying to learn.

In terms of safe & sound, I didn't really have to do much research because it's an unrealistic dystopian setting and frankly, up to my own imagination. But there were certain scenes where I had to search up information in order to write—like Jay's condition after getting shot and also for MC's amputation scene. Basically things like medical terms, facts and processes, down to the types of medication!

I think it's always good to have a clear idea of what you're searching for and not some broad vague vision. I wouldn't recommend using Reddit? Well, personally I don't because of the lack of credibility etc. but it's good to have perspectives! Not sure if this is helpful but I hope I managed to provide you some sense of clarity!! Good luck on your research and can't wait to read what you're cooking up!!! 🤩

xoxo

[uglylittlebug]

IM INTERESTED ABOUT UR AU !!!MEE MEEEEE!!

Tell me everything! Or wait no, let's start slow.

1) how'd u come up with ur au and 2) how is everyones dynamic with each other and splinter!!

U said splints was an asshole so tell me about :))-🫘

RAAAGGHHH!! Alr, shit under the cut

1) I knew I wanted to make my own tmnt iteration, didn't rlly have any huge thots behind my ambition tho lol. I started designing the turtles and then I kept redesigning until I found something I liked (tbh I might change a few things as I go) then came other characters so that was fun. And then I just wrote a shit ton of notes in a shit ton of Google docs, note pads, and sketchbooks. I don't rlly know man, I'm just coming up with stuff as I go along

2) super excited u asked this bc I actually have stuff written down about it lmao

Bro dynamics:

Raph and leo

-they fight a lot, there is a certain misunderstanding between them. They don't seem to see how similar they really are

-eventually they will see it and their bond will grow

-leo doesn't understand why Raph is the leader yet he is the favorite

-raph gets frustrated with Leo but it's out of care for him and his loved ones

Raph and donnie

-they just get each other idk

-raph sometimes hangs out in dons lab and draws

-they both have issues with anger and lashing out but Raph is better at hiding it

-they constantly tell each other to fuck off, shut up, etc but it's always playful

Raph and mikey

-pretty much just rise raph and Mikey, just make Raph more like idk chill

-they like to cook/bake together

-mikey honestly helped Raph with a lot of things he was dealing with mentally

Leo and Donnie

-its a love hate relationship tbh

-obvi they care about each other but they just have a hard time expressing it

-leo doesn't rlly understand Donnie and why he is the way he is. He feels like he's just putting on a show and being way too sensitive about stuff

-eventually he will understand him more

-they dont always agree with each other

-donnie hates how devoted Leo is to splinter

-im not going to go into detail on this rn but there was a situation during training and it did not go well

Leo and mikey

-they fight the least but when they do its something, two dudes who dont have a hard time expressing their opinion but do have a hard time expressing themselves

-they always apologize after (usually) and will watch tv together or something

-will definitely get into some shit if left unattended

Donnie and mikey

-donnie likes his personal space and Mikey likes donnie's personal space

-donnie often lashes out on Mikey, similar to 2012 Donnie. But he apologizes and explains himself after

-mikey always seems fine but he is sort of scared of Donnie when he does lash out. He's seen what he does to himself (Donnie will bang on tables, stomp on his feet, hit himself, scratch or bite himself etc) and he feels dumb for fearing this but he is worried Donnie might hurt him

-donnie likes to ask Mikey a lot of questions for his inventions and stuff, Mikey likes to offer his input so it's like a fun little thing for them

Bros and splinter:

Raph

-2nd fav child

-splinter made him leader since he is the oldest

-splinter puts a lot of pressure on raph since she's the leader and the oldest

-when the turtles were younger Raph was the one taking care of the others. He hates splinter bc of that

-splinter always told Raph that he must protect the others (referring to Donnie and Mikey) because they are "weak" and "unfocused"

-raph knows that it's fucked up but is obviously still going to protect all of her siblings bc he cares about them

Leo

-fav child

-splinter sees the most potential in him bc he is the most focused, skilled, and obedient

-doesnt understand why splinter didn't make him the leader if it is clear that he is the favorite child

-even though he is the fav, he doesn't like splinter anymore than the others

-he knows splinter hurts them (emotionally and physically) but is too scared to lose his position as the favorite if he speaks up

-he feels that if it weren't for him being the favorite the others would be hurt more

Donnie

-is prob the least fav but it is unclear who is between him and mikey

-is ignored for the good things but if he screws up splinter makes sure he feels like a screw up

-things about Donnie that piss splinter off:

-focuses on tech rather than training

-"talks back"

-stims, physically and sometimes verbally

-sensitive to sound, texture, etc

-is clumsy and "constantly" getting hurt or sick

Mikey

-usually goes under the radar with splinter

-mikey is easily distracted while training so that upsets splinter

-mikey tends to cry when he's angry so splinter never takes him seriously bc he is "showing weakness"

I think that's all I have for now, ty so much for the ask tho!! I had a lot of fun answering it

[earlymornings]

very seriously considering quitting my research position (vent below)

basically i have a Big issue with how passive aggressive this guy is

before today there were 3 instances:

in late nov, i had a fever for a whole week, and the first day i got sick, i immediately sent him a message that i probs wouldn't be able to get things done for said week. he then proceeds to message me every day asking when i can get him my deliverables, and i would have to reply repeatedly with "i'm sick, i'll get stuff done by the end of this week if i can, if not, by next week's meeting fs"

throughout winter break, he made me work, which is technically not allowed in student RA contracts bc "school's not in session" if that makes sense - but he said i had to make up for all the work i didn't do in late nov + early dec bc i had finals. this was pretty screwed up and it also didn't help that he really sucked at communicating tasks.

this past tues, he gets mad at me when i missed our meeting + not getting a deliverable in on time even though i still had time? definitely on me for missing the meeting, google calendars you're my biggest op, but we had agreed over the weekend that i would get it to him by tues night. he asked me why he hadn't gotten it tues afternoon. like what dude do you even read the slack convos we have???? if you don't like a deadline, feel free to lmk???? i'm more than happy to get things done for you earlier, if you would just lmk?? don't agree on deadlines that don't align with your schedule?

and then TODAY, i find out i've been rolled off of my most major assignment and replaced by another RA. funny thing is, this assignment's actually managed by a phd student my prof advises, and she was still pinging me about things i need to do. so when i checked in with her 30 min ago bc i saw the other RA in the commit log, she was like "uh lemme check with the prof what." i then message my prof and he's like "we'll move you onto smth else unless there are other things to be done on this assignment."

like what. i know you don't owe me an explanation. i know you're mad at me lolz. BUT HOW TF DOES THE PHD STUDENT WHO MANAGES THE WHOLE PROJECT NOT EVEN KNOW A NEW MEMBER WAS ADDED TO HER TEAM AND WAS ACTIVELY CHANGING UP THE FUCKING CODE????

not to even mention how blatantly rude his replies are??? like hello???? no one except you knows what's going on in the grand scheme of things - don't just give me the barest of explanations.

it's clear he's upset with me, and i'm not claiming to be the best RA out there. but seriously, i've pulled wayyyy too many all-nighters for this guy, and idek what he wants from me anyway.