#BE KIND MY NEIGHBOR IS 18+ BTW

[constellarcreator]

hay lo... if you liked GGG i'd recommend looking into Limbolane's other game smile for me and Yugo limbo's graphic novels, really fun weird stuff I think you'd like

(i played this game and got involved in the limboverse please help)

OH BESTIE I ALREADY KNOW!!!! I've been a fan of Yugo's stuff since watching a friend play Smile for Me a couple years back and I own and have read both Be Kind My Neighbor and Viscera Objecta. Safe to say I am a big limbohead :3

[anaalnathrakhs]

...i'm starting to wonder if i wasn't actually pretty often failed by the adults in my life as a young kid tbh.

[celestie0]

gojo satoru x reader | fake marriage au [18+]

in holy matriphony drabble 1. two truths & a lie

ᰔ pairing. fake marriage au - neighbor&realtor!gojo x nurse!reader (ft. choso x reader & suguru x reader)

ᰔ drabble summary. the power goes out at gojo's house due to a storm, and he comes up with a way to pass the time in the dark. (note: for new readers, this drabble is for my long fic gojo x reader series “in holy matriphony”!! you can find the masterlist here)

ᰔ genre/tags. a little fluffy, a little sad, and a lil revealing.

ᰔ chapter. drabble #1

ᰔ words. 2.6k

a/n. hi my ihm lovelies!! welcome to this silly little drabble i wrote, i tried to keep it under 1k words i swear lol but alas i yap. much love to the anon who suggested a prompt where the power goes out at gojo’s house, i did change the prompt a little bit but i loooove this premise!! it's one of my favesss. i could picture this drabble taking place sometime when reader n gojo are pretty early on into their fake marriage arrangement and are kind of getting situated w one another! perhaps before chapter 4 or something :) hope you enjoyy. these drabbles are just for the vibes btw

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“Oh for fucks sake, please don’t tell me I didn’t charge these things,” you hear Gojo say in the pitch black darkness, along with the sound of his palm smacking against the metal of his fancy LED flashlights that he was so excited to bring out in the moment of truth against the power outtage of the storm that was pitter-pattering just outside the windows.

You’ve got your arms crossed, a frown on your face but it doesn’t matter because he can’t see it anyways, and wait impatiently for him to provide some sort of lighting inside the living room that wasn’t the dim opal of the distant streetlights blurred by the rain.

“I’m so happy I’ve found out sooner rather than later that I should not choose you as my zombie apocalypse partner,” you comment just to bruise his ego.

“What zombie apocalypse?” he asks while he shakes his flashlights as if that would magically make them work, entirely distracted by the action to the point where he sounds like he genuinely believes there’s some zombie apocalypse he wasn’t made aware of.

You roll your eyes to display your annoyance. But again, doesn’t matter, since he’s not privy to it in the dark. 

There’s a bright flash of lightning, illuminating the house briefly, where you see a snapshot of Gojo standing in front of you in his long sleeve and plaid cotton pants, the image of a man who was just seconds away from getting some shuteye before he heard you scream from the bathroom because the lights went out while you were showering. And then there’s the growl of low thunder somewhere in the distance.

You’re shivering as your still-damp hair brushes against the nape of your neck. It had barely been a week since you formally started living with Gojo in this little fake marriage arrangement, and to say it was an adjustment of different personalities was an understatement. With a heavy sigh, you take a blind step forward towards what you believe is the direction of the kitchen.

“Let’s just grab some candles—”

Unfortunately for you, the hem of your floor-length gown gets caught on the corner of the loveseat, and you’re tripping over your own feet with a small gasp leaving your lips, bracing for the impact of the floor but you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist, keeping you from—…ah, it appears you were actually about to plop headfirst onto the glass of the coffee table.

“Oh shit—” Gojo huffs, and you feel the warmth of his chest against your back as he pulls you towards him to stabilize you, and the contact makes your breath hitch. 

“S-Satoru, let go of me,” you say, scrambling in his hold like an anxiously avoidant cat.

He lets go of you, and you stand up straight and turn to face him, at least you think you’re facing him, and say with genuine curiosity, “how did you know what my exact physical coordinates were so you could grab me before I split my skull open??”

There’s a second of a pause like he’s questioning his own reflexes too. “I don’t know…I just… knew?”

You blink at him wide-eyed, and then jump a little from the loud crack of thunder that rattles the windows.

With the minimal lighting provided by Gojo’s phone screen, a commodity you both seek to preserve because he’s on 2% and your phone has long since died since it was already only on 7% before you had even hopped in the shower, you both make it to the kitchen and Gojo fishes out some wick candles in the back of his cupboards, some really waxy bright pink ones that Juno apparently made in school and then gifted to him.

“Alright, here,” he says, handing you a lighted candle placed in a candle holder, and you carefully wrap your index finger around the handle. “And can you just stay still real quick for me?”

“Huh?” you blink at him.

He lifts his phone up and snaps a photo of you with flash, then looks down at the screen with a self-satisfied grin on his face. “Sweet.” And then his smile drops. “Oh shit. Phone’s dead.”

“Satoru.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You did not just use up the battery of our last source of communication to the outside world just to take a picture.”

“But you just look so much like Ebeneezer Scrooge right now, it’s so uncanny—”

You gasp, glancing down at your attire, and then at the candle in your hand. “Give me that—” You grit through your teeth to try and grab his phone from him to delete the picture, even though you know you can’t, both because his phone’s dead but also he’s easily tall enough to hold it well out of your reach as you just hear him laugh to himself while you’re cursing out his whole ancestry in your head.

The night ticks on as you two light a few more candles to illuminate the downstairs area at least. The storm outside the windows only seems to pick up in severity, with whistling winds harassing the glass of the windows, along with the harsh downpour of rain that almost seems neverending.

“You know, we can cuddle if you’re scared,” Gojo teases as he brushes past you to grab another candle.

You roll your eyes at him, and this time he can see it. “I’m not scared of a stupid little storm, Sato—”

A loud boom of thunder reverberates before you can finish your sentence, rattling the windows and the walls, and you yelp as you jump in your skin.

You stiffly glance up at Gojo and see him with a quirked brow and a grin on his face, and you let out a puff of air in annoyance.

He walks towards you. “Just know that the offer always stands.” And then he’s shuffling his feet towards the coffee table in the living room. You watch him as he sits down criss-cross on the floor in front of it, setting down his lukewarm cup of coffee before he takes a sip from it and glances towards the window.

You sigh and make your way over there too, and sit down neatly across from him, smoothing over the fabric of your nightgown with an anxious feeling in your bones.

“So,” he says, his face warmly illuminated in shadows by the minimal candle light, “how should we pass the time?”

“I’d prefer any option that involves not having to talk to you.”

He places his palms on the floor and slides them behind him before leaning back onto them. “Charades then?”

“Oh my god, you really never get the hint, do you?”

“What hint?”

“I. Don’t. Like. You.”

“Oh come on. You don’t even know me.”

Your eyes blink wide at that. “What do you mean?”

“The reason you don’t like me is because you’ve never made an effort to get to know me, y/n.”

“I find it awfully pretentious of you to assume that I would like you just on the basis of getting ‘to know’ you better.”

He tilts his head at that. “Yeah? Isn’t that how things usually work? You know, you find out the person sitting across from you is also just as human as you are because you find out that their favorite color is mustard and that they broke a bone or two in middle school.”

“Please don’t tell me that your favorite color is mustard.”

“No, it’s green. But I did fracture my distal radius in the eight grade.” His brow furrows slightly, as if some thought passes his mind, and then he sits up straight. “I’ve got it, let’s play two truths and a lie.” He says it like he’s just discovered the solution to a problem that you didn’t even know existed.

“I haven’t played that since I was in high school.”

“Me neither," he says, “that’s what makes it fun. So much more material to cover now.”

Your lip tips upward in a small pout, and your shoulders sulk. You’re not really sure if you have that much material to cover. The past six or so years, you’ve just been spending taking care of your mom. You imagine for someone who lives a life as normal as Gojo’s, he must’ve spent the past six years collecting life experiences, or crossing things off of bucket lists. Stuff that makes for interesting conversation. You usually run a blank on stuff like that when anyone asks you, so what have you been up to since the last time I saw you?

“I’ll go first,” he offers, “alright.” He holds his thumb out of his fist, “I’ve never had braces,” he holds his index finger out, “never had a cavity,” he holds his middle finger out, “and my dentist got arrested for extortion a couple months ago.”

You blink at him. “…why are they all related to dentistry?”

“Huh?” He furrows his brow at you. “Aren’t they supposed to have a theme or something?”

“Whaaaatt?? That’s how you played growing up?”

“Yeah.”

Your interest is piqued, and you lean forward. “That’s interesting.” 

You squint your eyes at him. His teeth are too perfect to have not had braces…but also, no cavities? With the amount of sugar he eats? Bullshit…somehow his dentist getting arrested was the least surprising thing.

“I’m gonna say,” you start, “that you’ve had braces.”

He shakes his head. “Vandalism. He got arrested for vandalism.”

“No cavities?! How?!”

He shrugs. “I dunno. Just never had one.”

You sigh, and perch your elbow on the table before dropping your chin onto your palm as you look at him. 

“Alright, your turn,” he says, grabbing the handle of his coffee mug to take a sip, throughout which he doesn’t break eye contact with you.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth briefly. “Um. I’ve…never been skydiving. Keanu Reeves follows me on Twitter. And…” You think to yourself. “I’ve thought about murdering you many times.”

He pokes his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “I’m gonna hope it’s that last one.”

“I would never experience another sad emotion in my life if Keanu Reeves actually followed me on anything, so.”

“You’ve thought about murdering me?? y/n.” He deadpans your name, as if to scold.

You shrug. “You annoy me sometimes.”

“Have I always annoyed you?”

“It’s your turn, Satoru.”

He frowns, and lets out a deep exhale as he scratches the back of his neck as if he’s struggling to let the topic go, but then he sighs. “Uh.” His voice sounds deeper with a bit more of a drag. “I, uh, I once owned a pet tarantula…I’ve never gotten a speeding ticket, and…I’ve never broken a bone.”

“It’s that last one.”

“Yeah. Damn, pretty good.”

“Satoru, you literally just told me you broke your distal radius in eighth grade.”

“Did I? Oh.”

You narrow your gaze at him, and study his distant expression. He seems awfully distracted, ever since you confessed that you find him pretty annoying. And there’s a part of you that feels a little bad about it.

“Okay, my turn,” you say, and you breathe in deep, “I…was voted prom queen twice in high school. I once won a county-wide speed-reading contest. And—” You lick your lips briefly. “And you haven’t always annoyed me.”

“Okay. This time, I really hope it’s not that last one.”

You nod, a small smile on your face. “It wasn’t county-wide. It was state-wide.”

He grins, leaning forward. “That’s really cool.”

You toss your hair over your shoulder. “What can I say. One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish never stood a chance.”

He’s looking at you intently now, whereas you would’ve otherwise expected some sort of laugh from him at your faux cockiness, instead he just looks like he’s deep in thought once again. And then he’s leaning back into a neutral spine, that tongue poking to the inside of his cheek again boyishly. Cute, you think to yourself. You both were grown adults, but it felt like you were at a high school camping retreat and managed to sneak away some alone time with that boy in your grade that teases you at the top of every homeroom who you swear you despise but secretly giggle about when you’re scribbling in your diary during lunch period.

“Your turn,” you say, somewhat impatiently, because you find yourself wanting to know more. 

“Okay,” he says, “my favorite color’s mustard, I’ve got blue eyes, and you remember around the time we first met and I asked you if you wanted to come with me to that wine tasting event my brokerage firm was hosting?”

You blink at him, and slowly nod.

“Well, that was supposed to be a date,” he says, “I was asking you out.”

Your eyes grow wide, mouth slightly agape as you stare at him. 

“But, uh, I guess I should’ve been more direct, considering you brought three of our other neighbors with you.” He leans backwards onto his palms again. “I mean, of course, it was also before I knew you had a boyfriend.” He swipes the back of his hand underneath his chin. “And before I realized I probably shouldn’t be asking my neighbor out on a date in my first week of moving to a completely different state.” His shoulders drop slightly, and the flicker of the flame in between the two of you reflects off of his eyes. “But, I don’t know. I just remember thinking how interesting you were. And fun to talk to. I couldn’t help myself.” 

You feel your cheeks warm, and your heart is beating fast. So fast. Not attributed to the rain or the storm, but to the confession. And perhaps some of it was melancholy, this odd feeling that wafts through you, that wonders, how different would things be if you weren’t still with Choso when Gojo moved in next door. Or how different things would be if you were a little better at reading social cues, or not abusing the rules of a plus one to a social event. Or how different things would be if you were the happier version of yourself, a version that went extinct exactly five years ago when a small mass was found in your mother’s lungs.

You swallow hard. “You’re right,” you say, “you should’ve been more direct.” 

“You were seeing someone, y/n.” It was sound reasoning, sure. The fact that even if he had been more direct, it wouldn’t change the fact that you would’ve had to politely decline.

But your gaze shifts down towards the surface of the coffee table, to the melting candle of hot pink wax, and you repeat yourself—

“You should’ve been more direct.”

The whirring of the fridge comes to life first, then the beep of the microwave, before the entire house illuminates with light so suddenly it almost makes you jump from the shift in ambience. You look at a now fully-lit Gojo, who’s staring at you with questioning eyes, like he’s still left in the trance of the darkness from a few moments ago rather than accepting the fact that there is now light. And you clear your throat as you stand up onto your feet.

“Lovely.” You clap your hands together. “I can go back to…whatever the hell I was doing before the power went out,” you say. And whatever person you were before the power went out, too.

You shuffle your feet towards the stairs, but then Gojo says, “wait.”

“Hm?”

“So…just for my peace of mind…you don’t still think about murdering me, right?” he says.

You blink at him. “Mm. We’re done playing here, Satoru. We’ll have to save it for the next time the power goes out.”

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[end of drabble 1. ‘two truths & a lie’]

a/n. tysm for reading! and once again ty to the anon who suggested this prompt!! :'') and tysm to everyone who sent drabble prompts in they're so cute and i can't wait to write them!! i did mention this briefly but i will save some of them for later when ihm couple are officially together since i think the prompts will be super cuuuter that way lol i feel like i'm writing w my hands tied behind my back for drabbles because ihm couple aren't officially together yettt 🤣..... and i have no one to blame for that except myself 😞😞 anywho, i plan to release some more drabbles this week for ihm. i know i said i'd take a break from writing but i was just itching to write something, but i also didn't want to dive into s2 for ihm just yet because i def need a lil break from the main storyline, so i thought i'd do some drabbles. these are pretty low stakes n easy to write n i have a lot of fun w them. i remember i enjoyed writing the kickoff drabbles so i wanted to write some for ihm now that s1 is over :) i wasn't sure if my main ihm taglist wanted to be tagged in drabbles too but if you'd like to be tagged in drabbles as well feel free to comment under this post :') i'll tag you for the next ones! sm lovee <3

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[our-queer-experience]

The book came out a few years ago but I just got into it and the fandom is non-existent so could you promote "Be Kind, My Neighbor" by Yugo Limbo? It is a graphic novel about two trans men in love during the 1970s. There's cults and serial killers and bdsm and intimate queer love and the art is gorgeous pls I'm begging 🙏🙏🙏 it is 18+ tho btw so don't buy it if your a minor!! But it's a really good book with excellent queer representation and is written by a queer person I highly recommend it!!

awesome!!!

[apolsup]

The product of my baby fever

Fhs week day 6

Angsty Ship - Día de los muertos - Fankid

Meet the twins! Simran and Charlie Gutierrez Hernandez

Some of the first doodles I made of this + algunos q hice en whiteboard ya como más tarde

Este es mi momento, tengo todo un puto documento explicando la idea general d este au 💀

Takes place literally this 2024 not anymore pq cambie las fechas de nacimiento!

Freddy (22) is studying psychology (graduated at 18, took a sabbatical and applied for a scholarship at 20) and working part time as a waiter with Ann

(I think Freddy eventually becomes a child psychologist and/or maybe works as one at his old school? I think the whole “shadows/ghosts” deal would be what gets him to choose that route when he grows up so yeah)

Bon (21) is probably taking any job he can possibly get and would have *some* experience, aside from that he plays his guitar and sings on the streets (he does get some good money out of it but I don't think it would be enough for a living) I think if he had a scholarship he would study music and end up becoming a producer probably. Music *is* his life after all. But as of right now he is working in a coffee shop. (Because I fucking love that trope, is it a cliché? Yeah, but I dooooont care n I didn't ask)

About his home situation, he had been saving up for a while, doing some house work for his neighbors, and as soon as he turned 18 he looked for any job he could take so he could get away (cashier). At 20 years old he saved enough to rent a small apartment and survive for a few months so he could find another job because he got fired (lol, tough luck buddy)

I think they start talking at 21/22 (Freddy needs some good coffee to survive) and start dating like a year after. Like 2 years after that they move together in a slightly bigger apartment (so it can actually fit two human beings a bit more comfortably) and theeeen after a few years (maybe at 27/28??) they've save enough money to buy A HOUSE H9LY SHIT!???!!!⁉️⁉️⁉️ And they move there. Thing is, debido a esto tienen que hacer algunos recortes en su estilo de vida, like for example they gotta buy significantly cheaper shampoo and shit y'know the thing. In trying to save some moneys, they thought that since Freddys on T he couldn't get pregnant (they're both fucking stupid) so yknow...

Because of this, whoops surprise‼️ kids 4 u, ok but seriously

Like around their 26/27 fedi feels weird af but he doesn't really pay too much attention to it for a few weeks bc they just decided on the house, not too big but not too small so they felt trapped, (one floor with two bedrooms, one bathroom a kitchen and a living area)

Like they were just in the middle of moving in when they find out… tough luck ig, Freddy (and Bon too, once the babies pop out) needs to take a parental leave (after like a year and a half working on his old school lmao poor dude) during the later months of pregnancy. Now, they weren't exactly sure of the sex just yet but one thing is for sure, they were NOT expecting to have TWINS

Btw when they find out ofc Freddy was scared and panicking but he trusts Bon so he tells him about it after kind of accepting this was happening, Bon never really thought about having kids tbh (kinda came with the whole having a not so great dad) but now that he knows about the possibility (and reality) he freaks out a little, still he lets Freddy know that while he never thought about the possibility of starting a family he will support him in whatever his decision may be. Freddy thinks about it for a while but thinks what the heck, they both have stable jobs and now a big enough house to have a kid, so maybe they can do this.

So uhhh now they have to not only pack (AND unpack) all of their shit and finish moving into their new house and make it into a home asap but they also have to tell their friends and family AND get prepared for this uhhh permanent experience of parenthood yay!

Everyone is as (if not more) surprised as them, their friends congratulate them and are super excited to meet the little thing (little did they know… it would be TWO little things)

The twins, (Simran and Charlie Maybe idk) use one room, they sleep on bunk beds (Charlie uses the one in the floor bc she thinks that way she can get out of bed easier and bc Freddy and Bon didn't want her to get hurt if she fell out of bed as she usually does. She has drawings hung on her wall. Simran has those sticky figures that charge with light and then shine in the dark by her head, they're a moon and a bunch of stars), they got a computer some time after turning 10 as a gift probably so they can play or do their school work. Bon and Freddy use the other room and idk thats it ig this au is mostly just fluffy family time, lo tengo para tirar todas mis ideas de tener wawas pq sé q es solo my baby fever talking and (probably) not really what I actually want

I also made some drawings to imagine the house bc of course I had to

[respawnjupiter]

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𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬:

『‼️』 I won't write any Non-Con, maybe Dub-Con but it entirely depends on the situation.

『‼️』 Yes, I will write for smut.

『‼️』 Please keep in mind that I am a stickler for Canonicity and will remain loyal to the Canon. If I write something that is OOC then feel free to tell me and I'll fix it.

『‼️』 I DO NOT WRITE SMUT FOR UNDERAGE CHARACTERS! I also do not "age-up" the characters unless there is a CANON TIMESKIP!

【𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝】

『‼️』 Yes, I will do depressive topics like self-harm, ED, and suicidal reader/character because I have experience with it. I will also do death scenarios unrelated to depression. I promise to add trigger warnings beforehand as well but always be sure to check tags just in case.

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『‼️』 I will do comforting fics, and you are free to ask me to mix some stuff together (like Comfort angst)

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『‼️』 I will do neurodivergent reader as I do have experience with it. If you would like to ask for a certain type of stimming then I will try my best. I mainly stim by flapping my hands or vocal stimming.

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『🫂』 Studio Investigrave games

『🫂』 MHA

『🫂』 JJK

『🫂』 DanDaDan

『🫂』 Demon Slayer

『🫂』 Undertale (including AUS) & Deltarune

『🫂』 Lego Monkie Kid & JTTW

『🫂』 Buckshot Roulette

『🫂』 Poppy Playtime

『🫂』 One Piece

『🫂』 Blush Blush

『🫂』 Stardew Valley

『🫂』 Fallout games

『🫂』 IB game

╰⪼ Only Gary

『🫂』 Gravity Falls

『🫂』 That's Not My Neighbor

『🫂』 Tmnt

╰⪼ absolutely no smut or romance.

『🫂』 A Tale Of Crowns (Visual Novel)

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[proshippers-against-censorship]

I hate the assumption that being into "problematic" content inherently involves something about children/minors in at least some kind of way. Basically all I see is arguments how proshipping is bad because of pedophilia and incest.

Ok, but, like, no? Actually ever since joining an 18+ shipping server, I've noticed how much of the content, especially in separately dedicated dark content channels, icks me and I cannot continue reading the conversation. But I still don't harass anyone about it. No, not even when I click on a fic out of curiosity and it ends up making me want to take my eyes out.

I don't want anything about kids or family members in my smut. I only really care for non-con/dub-con, violence and abusive/power imbalanced or yandere relationships (with adults). I'm not interested in experiencing anything like that irl, from neither side, I only like it because it's fiction. The characters I have in mind right now in this particular ship are also both serial killers, btw. Somehow that doesn't seem to be a problem for the majority of people though, because we all know all that "video games cause violence" is nothing but bs.

Or someone could genuinely only read fics about the most wholesome, non-toxic characters in fluffy relationships where they genuinely love each other, and they could still be a proshipper. Because being proship has nothing to do with your own personal preferences, it's a moral stance, not a short way of saying you have socially unacceptable kinks

Yeah. I have it written in SO MANY PLACES on my account that I do not consume incest content (though some of these antis have me tempted to spite ship), and that I don't consume any content with explicitly underage characters...though I do like stuff with babyface femmes because it gives me a bit more body confidence. Its just not my vibe. So its really weird to be accused of being a pedo when I don't want anything to do with kids, whether real or fictional.

But yeah, no, the only servers I've seen, including nsfw and 18+ servers, have been fully separated out. Because part of being respectful is understanding that not everyone wants to see your dick when they open up the channel to talk about hot pockets. And you'd think the folks who don't want to see those things would...just mute/block/ignore those channels instead of commenting like, 'put your tits away' on the nudes channel and shit like that. Those are incredibly light examples, but yeah...if it isn't your favor just walk away? Don't know why that's that hard?

"Ohohhohoho but this dark porn is going to make them want to SA some gal on the streets" You play CoD. Do you want to headshot your neighbor?

You're 100% right, anon. Sorry it took me a long ramble to get to this point, I'm a rambly and kinda nonsensical person, yikes. But yeah, proship is 100% a moral stance. What you personally consume and write doesn't matter. What makes you proship is minding your own business and curating your own online experience instead of expecting the world to cater to you.

[msfbgraves]

The cruelest thing Daniel’s Pop ever did was make him go back/playing with his feelings so that he’d go back to Terry after the rape, knowing how hurt and scared Daniel was. Using his 18 year old son to save the family via marriage to a murderer was bad, this was way worse. Pop is an interesting character, but a horrible person. Great story btw!!

I see how it can read that way, Nonnie, and if my parents would do something like Daniele's Pop does, I think it would be straight up cruelty. But I don't completely agree. You know how mobsters never say anything outright? The implication here is, "You want him dead, caro? Say the word, he's dead. You won't have to do it, or be implicated or even be sure that's what happened. But I will kill him for you, and you can come back home. Except I'm not sure that is what you want deep down." Because it's not, his Daniele wants a divorce. And that cannot happen. It would weaken the power of marriage as a political tool, but more importantly, as this is aboverse - Terry wouldn't stand for it. It would mean war. A hell of a lot of killing. Amanda says the same. Would the kindest thing have been to grant him that divorce anyway and help him hide? Sure, if he could pull it off, but this beautiful young man would be preyed on by Alphas and betas alike. It's not feasible, the pups could get hurt, it's all kinds of trouble. Also, if Daniele does not want him dead - and Antonio is more than willing to kill, as is Michael - isn't there something left they could at least try to build on? He'd take his son and his pups in, of course, but ultimately he'd have to wed him to someone again, there would be too many suitors to hold off forever... It's do or die, and that's what Daniel resents. He's more American than his Pop. Individual happiness can trump the concerns of the whole family structure in his head. To both his parents that's unthinkable. Family is everything. Everything. The only safety that exists. And if that means sacrificing some individual happiness, that's a price you'll have to pay for the unconditional belonging. Even canon Daniel isn't above that. Sure, Louie is a pain in the ass but he's family. Vanessa's family and if he has to bring them to California to have them near it's what you do. If Lucille has to drop her whole life to nurse Louie sr. she does. But in this story Daniel rightly asks: what's in it for me? How much personal happiness can I sacrifice before I can't bear it anymore? But he has an infant with this man, a toddler and three young children, whom he loves above all else. He can see in Michael what happens when that loyalty and warmth isn't there, or at least not enough of it to curb the ego. It's terrifying to Daniel. Still, loyalty has a cost, and so does love. It's a choice mothers face the world over. If he'd up and left - left the pups, left his family, everyone would think he was the monster. Society can make it so there are no good choices and yes, I think about the toll of a loving family too. It's not all Sunday dinners and warm hugs.

Still I understand where his Pop is coming from. To him, the family is worth almost any price and he's just lucky as the patriarch, other people pay it. He wasn't always, though. He's done unspeakable things to build a sanctuary and fight his way out of poverty, for himself and his wife and pups, for his brother, his neighbors, his countrymen.

[sharpfurry5917]

Um, okay so... Hi! Hello! Welcome! You can call me Sharper, or just Sharp for short, and this is my intro post! So uh, yeah! let's get started...! I guess... I honestly don't know how to do these, it's been so long since I posted on any social media-

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Things You'll See

This is a multi fandom blog, so I'll be posting all kinds of stuff. Such as:

· Art, both traditional and digital.

· My quotes. Which are funny things I say in my head that I write down on my phone.

· And other various things I write, like my scenarios. Which are basically my way of writing fanfics, but they're written more like screenplays, I guess?? It's just been more easier for me to write that way, but I have been branching out.

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Things To Know About Me

· She/they.

· 20 years old.

· I have selective mutism and social anxiety. Two things I hate greatly. 😊👍

· I have this friend in my head, named Mind that I talk to that I had since childhood. They're kinda like a headmate??? They show up in my quotes, so I'm mentioning them so you know who that is.

· I don't use swear words. It's something that I refused to use for years, and it just kinda stuck. Instead, I come up with my own "swears". Like 'fudge', 'ship', 'bass', and 'cheez its mice'.

· As I said, it's been a while since I posted on social media, 5 years, to be specific. And I've just been browsing through it as a bystander instead. I eventually wanted to put myself out there again, but my crippling anxiety prevented me from doing so-

Until eventually, I gathered enough courage, and did it. And I'm very happy that I did!!

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The Many Fandoms I'm Into

(Including when I first got into them)

· SpongeBob Squarepants ~ ???

· My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic ~ 2012

· Minecraft ~ 2012/2013

· The Sonic series ~ 2014

· Okami ~ 2014

· The Spyro series ~ 2015

· Steven Universe ~ 2015

· Splatoon ~ Dec, 2015

· Minecraft: Story Mode ~ 2015

· The Last Guardian ~ Jan, 2016

· Hello Neighbor ~ Nov, 2016

· Tattletail ~ Mar, 2017

· The Bendy series ~ Mar, 2017

· Poppe the Performer ~ Jun, 2017

· Villainous ~ Jul, 2017

· Camp Camp ~ Sep, 2017

· Cuphead ~ Oct, 2017

· Doki Doki Literature Club ~ Dec, 2017

· Baldi's Basics ~ May 15, 2018

· Detroit: Become Human ~ Jun, 2018

· Mystery Skulls Animated ~ Oct 18, 2018

· Deltarune ~ Nov, 2018

· Undertale ~ Mar 2, 2019

· Ace Attorney ~ May 10, 2019

· The Owl House ~ Aug 16, 2020 (My b-day, btw)

· Danganronpa ~ Jun 21/Sep 4, 2020 (Watched someone play the prologue and Chapter 1 on 6/21, then got the game for myself in August, and actually got into it when I reached Chapter 2)

· Friday Night Funkin' ~ Jan 9, 2021

· PaRappa the Rapper ~ Mar 5, 2021

· Komi Can't Communicate ~ Dec, 2021

· The Horizon series ~ Feb, 2022

· Andy's Apple Farm ~ Jan 15, 2022

· Beastars ~ Aug, 2022

· Danganronpa: Despair Time ~ Apr 7, 2023 (First started watching in Jan, 2021, but really got into it due to a certain character-)

· Super Danganronpa Another 2 ~ May 1, 2023

· Master Detective Archives: RAIN CODE ~ Jul 10, 2023

· Zero Escape ~ Sep 4, 2023

· The Amazing Digital Circus ~ Oct 25, 2023

· Murder Drones ~ Oct 29, 2023

· The Another Code series ~ Mar 11, 2024

· KinitoPET ~ Apr 18, 2024

· Al: The Somnium Files ~ Apr 27, 2024

· Indigo Park ~ May 19, 2024

· Garten of Banban ~ May 22, 2024

· Max Design Pro ~ Jul 11, 2024

· Poppy Playtime ~ Nov 19, 2024

· Jentry Chau vs. The Underworld ~ Dec 22, 2024

· Mouthwashing ~ Dec 25, 2024

· Squid Game ~ Feb 8, 2025

· (Pretty Pretty Please) I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl ~ Mar 2, 2025

· ENA ~ Apr 14, 2025

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· The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy ~ Apr 24, 2025

And uhh, that's it...

Thanks for stopping by!

[big-boah-2]

My 2023 disability pride month story:

I just remembered that in college:

1. Our friend group was Notorious (group of visibly disabled folks who were kind of obnoxious but most of it was yelling and my laughter) (like people didn't want to sit near us in the student union)

2. We had a group chat with like the 12 main people and when one of us felt lonely, or was being given crap by our parents (most of us lived with our parents because disabilities) they would text the group our code word "LFGRN" (let's fucking go right now) and our twin low support needs autistic guys would pick up/rescue as many of us as they could in their shared clown car of a Chevy Cruze, doing multiple trips sometimes, lugging wheelchairs and walkers, and bring us to their dad's duplex where they were renting the one side with their money from the ice cream parlor they both worked at.

And we would party.

3. Eventually people from school got wind of our LFGRNs because we would post our inside jokes on Twitter. But now people wanted to come to our LFGRNs without knowing what it was for. It became this weird exclusive thing?? But it was college and the group grew twice its size and even started dating within the group. The only requirement was you had to be able to tolerate us lmao

4. (All of us hung out in separate rooms of the duplex during these parties btw. We would spend 2 hours all together and I would need a break.) So one day like a year later we actually did an open house party. 200 people showed up and the neighbors called the cops. (The dad was home and aware of all of this. He drank a lot) But!!! Those of us who were visibly disabled, luckily, got out of it unscathed even though we were underage like 18-19.

5. The cops had lined up, the ones who literally couldn't run away. I was having a meltdown, the twin autistic guys were clammed up, and the dad was acting like he didn't know this was happening?? Betrayal. Okay so the guy I was dating at the time had CP, and he spat on the cop's shoe (it was a good one) while we were being questioned/yelled at and the cops were like "fuuuuck this" LITERALLY threw up their hands like grossed out babies and told their dad to watch his kids, and left.

6. This happened 2 more times before the group disbanded. I now realize that's just what having a friend group is like, but none of us had ever been part of something like that before, some of us since.

Moral of the story: If you're disabled and you can, get yourself some other disabled friends who understand you (virtually or IRL) it's so good for your mental health

[pyxy-styx]

1-100 you did this to yourslef

You're right, I did to this to myslef.

1. What's your middle name? Gonna change it to Parker eventually. Right now, it's the maiden name of a dead grandparent I never met and have no attachment to.

2. How old are you? 59 (18)

3. What is your birthday? October

4. What is your zodiac sign? Libra

5. What's your favorite color? Purple

6. What's your lucky number? Don't have one, if had to pick, probably 10

7. Do you have any pets. Three cats, a dog, and a bearded dragon.

8. Where are you from? Jupiter, I came to earth to rob people and ended up stuck here

9. How tall are you? At least 5' 5"

10. What shoe size are you? Good question

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Four I think?

12. What was your last dream about? Another good question. I have no idea, I only remember the really bizarre ones

13. What talents do you have? I'm fairly decent at piano when I'm actually able to play

14. Are you psychic in any way? We're gonna go with no

15. Favorite song? Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons

16. Favorite movie? Legally Blonde today

17. Who would be your ideal partner? Oh what a shame, someone played the Uno skip card and I can't answer this question

18. Do you want children? Yes and no

19. Do you want a church wedding? Only if I get to kiss a girl in front of my grandma and my dad officiates

20. Are you religious? Kind of??

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Unfortunately for my parents, yes. I am currently the not-so-proud owner of the Most Hospital Trips in Two Months award in my house

22. Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law? Got the cops called on us a few times because our downstairs neighbors, who knowingly moved into a place with kids btw, were pissed that we acted like kids and ran around a bunch

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Loads, we used to go to conventions a lot. There's pictures and autographs somewhere

24. Baths or showers? Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? None right now but usually black

26. Have you ever been famous? Nope

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? In theory yes, but unfortunately people suck, so no

28. What type of music do you like? We rotate between multiple genres, pop and goth are the top two

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? I'm not gonna go count

31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my stomach but I can't do that without dying right now and it sucks

32. How big is your house? Please don't make me do math

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Cereal or whatever leftovers sound good

34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yes, I suck at it

35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes, I suck at it

36. Favorite clean word? Dystopia, it sounds pretty

37. Favorite swear word? Damn

38. What's the longest you've ever gone without asleep? Two days

39. Do you have any scars? Yes and literally none of them have a cool story. They're all from me being clumsy

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Nope

41. Are you a good liar? Depends on who I'm talking to

42. Are you a good judge of character? Ehhhh

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? I can do a few, they're not the best though

44. Do you have a strong accent? You can tell I'm from America

45. What is your favorite accent? Probably Scottish

46. What is your personality type? Idk

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Probably the Technoblade merch

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yep

49. Are you an innie or an outie? What on earth does this mean

50. Left or right handed? Right

51. Are you scared of spiders? Only when they're touching me, they're okay otherwise

52. Favorite food? Pasta

53. Favorite foreign food? Thai coconut soup

54. Are you a clean or messy person? Both

55. Most used phrase? Probably "what the fuck"

56. Most used word? Funky

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Like five minutes, thirty if I'm doing makeup or hair

58. Do you have much of an ego? Oh yeah

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Both

60. Do you talk to yourself? Yep

61. Do you sing to yourself? Yepyep

62. Are you a good singer? I like to think so but probably not

63. Biggest fear? Drowning

64. Are you a gossip? Nope

65. Best dramatic movie you've seen? Does My Girl Count??

66. Do you like long or short hair? Short hair

67. Can you name all 50 states in America? Nope

68. Favorite school subject? English

69. Extrovert or introvert? Yes

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope

71. What makes you nervous? Everything

72. Are you scared of the dark? Yes

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? I try to sometimes

74. Are you ticklish? Unfortunately

75. Have you ever started a rumor? If I have I wasn't aware of it

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Kinda

77. Have you ever drank underage? Cooking wine and shitty beer are disgusting

78. Have you ever done drugs? Yeppers

79. Who was your first real crush? I have no clue

80. How many piercings do you have? None

81. Can you roll your Rs? In my accent? No. In other accents? Yes

82. How fast can you type? Fast enough it's illegible if I'm not careful

83. How fast can you run? I have no idea

84. What color is your hair? Brown

85. What color are your eyes? Gray

86. What are you allergic to? The medicine they give you for strep throat. I'm not figuring out how to spell that shit

87. Do you keep a journal? Nope, I had to stop because my older sister kept reading my old one

88. What do your parents do? Mother dearest works at Walmart and Dad stays at home

89. Do you like your age? It's alright ig

90. What makes you angry? That is unfortunately a very long list

91. Do you like your own name? It's quite nice

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so, what are they? I have not, we'll cross that bridge if we get to it

93. Do you want a boy or girl child? I quite honestly don't care. A kid is a kid and I'm gonna love them regardless

94. What are your strengths? I'm pretty smart, I guess?? I've been told that I'm pretty good at rationalizing things

95. What are your weaknesses? I am unfortunately a very anxious person. No matter how much logic I use, I can't get over some shit

96. How did you get your name? I was named after a comic book character, my parents just gender bended the name

97. Were your ancestors royalty? I fucking hope not

98. Do you have any scars? I'd just like to point out that this is on here twice and your answer is back at 39

99. Color of your bedspread? Dark blue right now

100. Color of your room? White walls, pink carpet

[project1939]

Day 69- Film: Limelight 

Release date: October 23rd, 1952. 

Studio: United Artists 

Genre: Comedy/Drama 

Director: Charlie Chaplin 

Producer: Charlie Chaplin 

Actors: Charlie Chaplin, Claire Bloom, Sydney Chaplin, Nigel Bruce, Norman Lloyd, Buster Keaton 

Plot Summary: A washed up old Music Hall comedian saves his pretty young neighbor from committing suicide. He nurses her back to health and inspires her to dance as a ballerina again. Once she’s doing well, she tries to help him with his career, like he helped with hers. Things get complicated when she confesses she loves him and wants to get married. 

My Rating (out of five stars): ***½ 

This is another film that is hard to rate as a whole for me, because it was so mixed. A lot of it was moving and interesting. But then a girl barely more than 18 falls in love with a 63 year old man.  

The Good: 

Charlie Chaplin. He’s a star in every sense of the word- you can’t take your eyes off him. He can be funny, pathetic, sweet, and mentally tortured, and he does it all affectingly. Seeing him play a character confronting the decline in his career and his own mortality was almost hard to watch sometimes, because I cared about both this character and the real Chaplin himself. 

Claire Bloom. Her character was kind of boring in a lot of ways, but she transcended the material with her charm and warmth. 

All of the side characters/actors. There were lots of fun and interesting characters in this, and the acting was top notch all around. Even Chaplin’s son, who played Bloom’s young love interest, was good. You wouldn’t think he was cast only because of nepotism.  

Chaplin and Keaton! There is a long sequence of scenes near the end of the movie where Keaton plays another washed up comedian who is friends with Chaplin’s character. The two of them talk backstage and then perform a comedy routine together. Even though the routine isn’t the most hilarious thing I’ve ever seen, watching Keaton and Chaplin together was absolutely priceless. I almost couldn’t believe it was happening. (Keaton’s old “stone face” still made me giggle a lot, btw!)

Chaplin resisting the love of Bloom. At least Chaplin mostly tried to discourage this young girl from marrying him. He never 100 percent committed to pushing her away, though. 

The mixture of comedy and pathos. This film probably lands more on the drama side than the comedy, but I liked that there was a strong mixture of both. 

The Bad: 

Bloom as a very young woman falling in love with the elderly Chaplin. It was weird enough, but Chaplin is a man with a long and disturbing history of marrying teenagers. I hated that the plot went there. For most of the beginning of the movie, I literally kept saying to myself, “Please don’t make her fall in love with him! Please!” When she did, I was angry. Why couldn’t he have saved a more mature woman, even someone in her 30s? Why couldn’t he and Bloom just have had a very sweet father and daughter or grandfather and granddaughter relationship? I don’t understand why anyone would write this, unless he was a 60-ish actor and wanted to play out a plot with a beautiful young girl. It was made more ludicrous when a handsome and kind young man she used to have a serious crush on vies for her affection. She flatly refuses him, saying she’s marrying Chaplin. 

I know I have a pet peeve about bad rear projection, but this had some terrible rear projection in it! Thankfully it was only a few scenes. 

The melodrama at the very end was a little too much for me.  

[celestie0]

gojo satoru x reader | fake marriage au [18+]

in holy matriphony ch.5 child's play

ᰔ pairing. fake marriage au - neighbor&realtor!gojo x nurse!reader (ft. choso x reader & suguru x reader)

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is your extremely annoying next-door-neighbor who you're pretty sure is the most insufferable man you've ever met. given the fact that you exclusively work the night shift at a chaotic emergency dept, just got broken up with your boyfriend of seven years, and have been taking care of your sick mother ever since her multitude of diagnoses, yet somehow your neighbor is the main source of stress in your life should speak volumes. but when your mother's medical bills start to skyrocket to more than you can manage, and you learn that said neighbor of yours has the best private health insurance plan in the country, you ask him to enter a matrimonial agreement with you for the spousal benefits all in the name of saving a few hundred thousand dollars. but you'll have to see if suffering cohabitation w him is worth any amount of money.

ᰔ genre/tags. fluff, smut, angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), annoyances to lovers (that's more like it), small town romance, fake marriage, next door neighbors, lots of bickering, suburban shenanigans, slow burn, mutual pining, gojo likes to play house but you don't, hatred for the american healthcare system, gojo always forgets to mow the lawn, jealousy, an insane amount of profanity, mentions of cigarettes, depression/anxiety; btw gojo in this fic is in his mid 30s n reader is in her late 20s

ᰔ warnings. reader in this fic has a sick mother w alzheimer's & cancer so there is secondary medical angst!!

ᰔ chapter. 5/x

ᰔ words. 4.8k

a/n. helloo my ihm friends! long time no see. hope you're all doing well and thank you so much to everyone who sent me kind messages about the whole ihm gojo ex wife thing haha. i really appreciate it :) i feel more confident about my writing decisions now, and that's all thanks to you guys! anyways, i will be posting shorter chapters for ihm going forward, so sorry if some chapters have slightly abrupt endings or stuff like that. i guess my goal is to post shorter chapters but more frequently! we'll see how it works out. anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter and see you at the bottom!!

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Ever since admitting your mother into hospice, things have been calmer inside your mind. After passing the initial wave of agony that came with no longer hearing her voice down the hall or seeing her silhouette in her bedroom as you walked past it, you realized that…a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. No longer setting alarms at the height of every other hour to remind your mother to take her medication, no longer viewing every interaction you had with her as some form of study you needed to jot down in a binder for her neurologist’s records, and no longer driving her to all of her chemotherapy appointments, only to leave them feeling like you purposefully just took your mother to a place where they sucked all the life out of her in exchange for the slim promise of giving it all back to her someday.

Maybe it was evident in the way your shoulders felt less tense as you rolled them back, tilting your neck to the side and no longer feeling the painful strain that tugs a wince onto your face. The other day, you caught yourself humming a song as you drove to work. Your skin, usually feeling cracked and dry from stress and exhaustion, now has a slight plumpness to it like before. A more youthful glow, like the version of yourself you were before your mother became sick. The version of you that so quickly deteriorated, and one you didn’t even know still existed somewhere within you. 

There has also been time for hobbies. Rarest of occasions, you find yourself sauteing some yellow and white peaches in a saucepan over medium heat in Gojo’s kitchen, humming that song once again that’s been stuck in your head. The sundress you’re wearing matches the pink of the syrup that pools at the bottom of the pan, and you feel like you’re living your cottage core dreams in this brief moment of reprieve you’ve allowed yourself to fall into.

The sound of slippers tapping down onto the hardwood floor startles you out of your gleeful trance, and you turn your neck to the right to see a pajama-clad messy-haired Gojo shuffling his feet across the open area into the kitchen with a dark black mug in his hand.

“Why aren’t you dressed??” you ask him in a panic.

“I’ll get dressed later,” he tells you dismissively as he grabs the glass pitcher of coffee from where the coffee machine was nestled up against one of the counter corners.

“You’re stressing me out. Your mom told us to be there in two hours,” you say, putting your hands on your hips in disapproval as you hear the sizzle of the peaches in the saucepan. 

He entirely ignores you, choosing to instead drag his gaze down the form of your body. “Woooow, twice this month I get to see you in a cute dress,” he comments, pouring coffee into his mug but his eyes are still on you, “lucky me.”

“Oh Shut. Up,” you sneer at him with a harsh roll of your eyes, “your fake flattery might work on the lonely middle-aged women you seduce to make a living, but it won’t work on me.”

His shoulders push back before he slumps them slightly, his brow lifting with confusion. “It’s not fake though? I mean it. You look really nice right now.”

You point an accusatory sugar-syrup coated wooden spatula at him. “You’ve just been conditioned by the patriarchy to get a boner at the sight of a woman in a kitchen.”

“What–...no–...why do you always have to say stuff like that whenever I compliment you? Can’t you just accept it?”

You cross your arms over your chest. “I refuse to be flattered by an insolent man like you.”

He sighs, setting his coffee mug down on the counter, and you watch the way the fringe of his hair hangs over his forehead as he gazes into the contents, swirling it around with a loose grip on the handle. “Is this how it’s going to be everyday? I try to be nice, and you–...well, you know, are you.”

“Well who else should I be?”

His eyes lift up to meet yours, the slightest of a cheeky grin on his face as his eyes wander down the form of you again. “I don’t know. Someone a little…softer? Like, you’ve got this really pretty dress on, and then you’re telling me off about patriarchy-induced boners. It’s a little, uh, contradictory?”

You gasp. “You’re trying to control me. I knew it. You are poisoned by the patriarchy.”

“What?”

Your eyes narrow at him. “You have this image of a perfect and cute little wife, who’s gonna wear pretty dresses all the time, and bake stuff in the kitchen, and get all blushy when you tell her she looks beautiful, and you expect her to have this soft little personality that never argues with you or disagrees with you…ALL BECAUSE OF THE PATRIARCHY!!!”

“...I–...Okay, you’ve lost me.”

You let out a hmph! noise. “Can’t even discern his own brainwashing. Sad.”

“All of this just because I tried to tell you that you look nice?”

“I know what your ulterior motives are, you creep.”

His eyes spark a little at that, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a cheeky grin as he sets the coffee mug down onto the marble counter and he straightens his spine. You blink, watching with confusion as he crosses the distance between the two of you, to where you’re taking a small few steps backwards until your lower back presses against the edge of the island countertop. He cages you into the surface with his frame, followed by the palms of his hands sliding over the marble on both sides of you, and you feel his forearms press against the curve of your waist as he traps you in with no way out.

“S-Satoru,” you stutter, looking up at him with wide eyes, “what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” he says, his voice deeper with a nonchalance that has you shiver, his gaze dropping to your lips when you part them slightly.

“T-The patriar–” you squeak out, but he suddenly dips his head down to kiss you.

Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes immediately closing when he moves his lips against yours, one of his strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him and your hesitation is something that only lasts a brief second before you find yourself kissing him back. Some noise leaves his throat, deep and raw and sounding pleasantly surprised as he captures your lips more fervidly now, his hands smoothing down to hold your hips and his teeth slightly nip at your bottom lip. 

You grab a fistful of his shirt, unsure of whether you want to pull him closer to you or push him away, but the moan that you mumble against his lips only makes his grip on your hips even stronger, fingers digging into the softness through the thin fabric of your dress. 

The oven suddenly starts beeping, startling you and you pull away from the kiss with a gasp, eyes rounded as you look up at him, but his are lidded and dilated as his gaze remains glued to your lips. 

With a heaving chest, you try to push him away by a weak fist to his sternum but he’s unrelenting.

“You taste sweet,” he says, like some comment he noted in his head but accidentally voiced out loud.

“I–...” you inhale sharply, “I just ate three macerated peaches.”

“Uh-huh,” he barely acknowledges before leaning in to get another taste, but you push him away harsher this time.

His hands let go of your hips entirely, finally breaking out of that kiss-induced trance he was in, but he still remains close to you in proximity, so much so to where you can feel the heat from his body. It’s comforting almost, radiating through the soft cotton of his long sleeve shirt, and you find yourself subconsciously leaning towards him before you snap out of it too, and rock your weight back against the island countertop.

You cross your arms over your chest, hoping the flush to your cheeks isn’t showing. “Oh okay so we just casually kiss now?”

He shoves his hands into his plaid pajama pant pockets, leaning away from you slightly. “For as long as I can get away with it, yeah.”

“You are breaking the rules.”

“You never said no kissing.”

“I said no touching.”

“Ehhh kissing isn’t really touching, though, is it?”

“You sound stupid.”

“I always sound stupid to you.”

The oven starts beeping again, and you realize it’s long been preheated to the setting you had placed earlier. You slip away from him with haste, feeling his gaze on you as you press a button on the oven to turn the alarm off, and you stare at the handle for a moment or two to calm the beating of your heart down. 

Your eyes catch sight of something on the side of the fridge. A little magnet made of rubber that has the word London on it as well as the design of the Westminster Cathedral with golden accents. You recall that Gojo went on a trip to London recently, and that he didn’t bring you back any souvenirs from there like he did for your other neighbors. And you want to pretend, you want to shove it down, that incessantly childish feeling that wonders why he didn’t bring you anything back. You want to continue to pretend like it doesn’t hurt your feelings. Something so miniscule and small. But you–...well, you can’t.

You spin around to face him. “Do you hate me?” you bluntly ask.

He blinks at you. “Huh?”

“Do you, what, I don’t know, think I’m annoying or something?”

He shrugs with his hands still in his pockets. “I mean, yeah, I do think you’re annoying sometimes. But in a silly way. Like we’re just pals horsin’ around, y’know?”

You snarl at him, putting your hands on your hips and narrowing your gaze until he’s hardly even visible anymore. “No. I actually find you annoying. Like, wanna-run-you-over-with-a-bus annoying. You just have horrendous social awareness and think that everyone loves you.”

“You actually don’t like me?” he asks, like he can’t even believe that someone wouldn’t.

“Yes,” you say, “now get out of my way.” You make an attempt to push past him, purposefully knocking your shoulder into him to assert dominance but he is unfortunately much bigger than you and so all it does is make you stumble ungracefully from the recoil.

He quickly grabs your arm to steady you, and you glare up at him before yanking yourself away and then step backwards until your back hits the fridge.

He studies your demeanor for a second before taking a deep inhale, and then lets it all go in a heaving sigh. “What do I have to do to get you to lighten up a bit?” he asks.

“You really want to know?” you sneer at him.

“Yes,” he says with a slight hint of frustration in his tone.

You cross your arms. “Pay for the fucking fence.”

He blinks at you, confusion replacing whatever frustration was previously decorating his tone. “What?”

“The fence,” you reiterate with a step forwards towards him, “the one I built six months ago. The one where you laughed in my face when I told you to help pay for it.”

He leans forward. “Yeah. Because I never wanted that fence built. Like I said, it fucked up the roots on my avocado tree. You should’ve asked me before building it. In fact, it’s illegal to build a fence without joint consent of both neighboring property owne–”

“Oh my god, okay, see? This is why I can’t stand you,” you snarl at him and make another move to get past him but he easily steps in front of you to keep you from going anywhere.

With a sigh, he relents. “Fine, I’ll pay for the fence.”

You try to keep the twitching muscles of your face still as you resolutely stare up at him, pressing your lips into a thin line. Through a strained tone, you say, “No. I don’t want you to pay for it anymore.”

He lifts a brow, utterly bewildered at this point. “Huh?”

“Now it just feels like pity. And I don’t want your pity money.”

“Two seconds ago, you did.”

“Yeah, well, whatever. That was two seconds ago.”

“So…let me get this straight, you don’t want me to pitch in?”

“No. I want you to have wanted to pitch in SIX MONTHS AGO.”

“Okay but what the fuck am I supposed to do about that now?”

“NOTHING!!!” you finally snap at him, the shrill to your voice startling him slightly to where you see his shoulders jump, and his eyes are now rounded blue as he looks at you. “There’s nothing you can do about it, there’s nothing you can do to get me to ‘lighten up’ or ‘act softer’ or whatever the fuck kind of damage control you aim to achieve with me due to your pestering incessant need to be liked by every fucking person you come across. So just deal with the fact that I hate you and let me do it in peace.”

He’s silent for what feels like a long time as he blinks at you, his bottom lip pushing up slightly in a way that suggests he’s almost impressed by your little outburst, then he takes a step forward, and in that one large stride, he’s closed any distance between the two of you. Your back is up against the frigid steel of the fridge, your heels tucked under the warm rubber at the foot of it, and you’re looking up at Gojo as he towers over you, his hands still annoyingly and relaxedly shoved into his pockets.

“Do you think it’s gonna be a problem that I think you’re kinda hot when you’re mad?” he asks you.

A small puff of air leaves your lips, like you just can’t believe the audacity, but also having him this close to you suddenly made it a little harder to breathe. “C–...Can you just be fucking serious for one second?”

His head dips down, the fringe of his hair tickling your forehead, tip of his nose slightly brushing against yours, but his gaze never falls to your lips. “You think I’m not being stupid fuckin’ serious when I say that you’re hot?”

“S–” your breath hitches in your throat, and his gaze finally falls to the lick you pass over your lips, “Satoru–”

Like God himself answered to your (cognitively dissonant) prayers, the bell rings, and Gojo leans himself away from you, straightening his spine so he can glance over his shoulder towards the door, a slight look of irritation on his face through the furrow of his brow.

You blink up at him. “A–...Are you expecting someone?”

He rubs the back of his neck. “No. Don’t think so.” He sighs before shuffling around the kitchen island and across the dining hall towards the entryway of the house, and you peer at the sight from across the hall.

When he opens the door, you see Sana standing outside, dressed in mom jeans and a t-shirt with her black Coach purse slung around her shoulder, arms crossed, and you barely register the fact that she looks pissed.

“Sana?” Gojo says, “what’s up.”

She entirely ignores him when she catches sight of you, pushing right past him and into the family room that you were currently finding solace in.

“You,” she points at you, storming right up to your personal space, “what the hell did you say to Juno when you were babysitting her?!”

“H-Huh??” you squeak out, taking a step backwards. “What are you talking about?”

“You told her to fight kids at school?!” she snarls at you, and your eyes widen.

“What?” you say, your face twisting with confusion, “I–...I never said that. I just said that she should stand up for herself if she needs to.”

Sana inhales deeply with rage, leaning back and jutting her hip out as she crosses her arms again. “Yeah, well, I had to pick her up early from school today because the principal called and told me she shoved a little girl on the playground during recess, and now she’s facing suspension.”

Gojo approaches suddenly from your periphery, standing in front of you as he faces Sana. You stand on your tiptoes to peer at her over his shoulder. “What? Why would Juno do something like that?

You hear Sana start to tap her foot impatiently against the hardwood floor, and then she turns her head away from Gojo as a slight hmph! noise leaves her throat. “The why is irrelevant.”

You poke your head out from behind Gojo and glare at her, but then Gojo turns around suddenly to look at you.

“y/n,” he says, “what’s going on?”

“I–” you start, glancing at Sana again who now has a solemn look on her face with pursed lips. You glance back at Gojo, who’s looking at you with confusion and anticipation. A heat spreads down your neck from the attention of the both of them on you, and you’re not sure what the smart thing to say is, so you figure you’ll just tell the truth as it is. “...I just didn’t want her getting bullied and thinking she can’t stick up for herself.”

At that, you see Gojo’s shoulders stiffen. “Bullied?” he repeats after you, then quickly turns towards Sana, “what does she mean, bullied? Juno’s getting bullied at school?”

Sana faces him full-on, raising a stern pointed finger between the two of them “No. Satoru. Stop. You always do this. This has nothing to do with you, so don’t even start. It’s not a big deal, let’s not make it one.”

“The fuck do you mean it’s not a big deal? She’s getting bullied at school, and you want her to just suck it up?” he asks, venom dripping from his tone. 

“It’s for her benefit!” Sana exclaims. “Jun and I have spent months trying to get her into this school! We don’t want her getting kicked out.”

“Y’know, I’m–” you stutter, “I’m gonna–...I’m just gonna go upstairs,” you say, “this seems like a family matter. I think you guys should probably just settle this on your ow–”

“No,” Gojo says, pointing to the couch that you were standing in front of, “sit down.”

You sit.

Gojo turns to face Sana again, and although you can’t see his face, you imagine he’s pissed off from the way Sana’s shoulders drop slightly and her sharp expression is cut into a more sheepish one.

“Who cares if Juno is suspended for sticking up for herself? It’s the teachers’ fault for not making sure she’s safe,” he says.

“Shoving other kids is not the solution.”

“Well if you fuck around, then you find out. Kids are too soft these days.”

“This is not the 90s, Satoru.”

You watch the back and forth between the two of them for the better part of an entire minute, feeling uneasy in the hostile environment of the room, but there’s a sense of underlying familiarity between the two, one that is recognizable amongst family. And you feel rather foreign, but then remember that, technically speaking, now that you’re married to Gojo, this is your family too.

Amongst the arguing of the adults, none of you noticed that Juno had gotten out of the car in the driveway and was now standing in the doorframe of the front entrance. She looks scared and guilty, fidgeting with her fingers in front of her, and you notice her scrapes and bruises that you tended to last week were now mostly healed. 

Gojo catches sight of her, and you see his shoulders relax. “Juno, c’mere.”

With the permission, she instantly runs towards him and into his arms from where he was crouched down to the floor in order to welcome her, and then she starts sobbing.

“I’m–hic,” she cries, “I’m so–hic–I’m so sowwyyy Uncle Toru…I’m–hic–I’m sorry mommyyyy.” 

You see Sana sigh and she makes a move to brush Juno’s tear-dampened hair out of her face when Gojo pulls her away from his shoulder by a delicate hold of her bony little shoulders.

“Juno. Listen. If people are being mean to you, then you do exactly as your auntie y/n said. You stand up for yourself. And if that doesn’t work, then you cuss at them and threaten to shove their faces into the dirt until they run away with their tails between their legs. Do you understand me?” Gojo tells her.

Sana gives you a pointed look.

“Oh, I–” you put your hands up in front of you, “I didn’t say any of that last part.”

“Do you understand me?” Gojo repeats again, and Juno nods her head slowly before she falls back into him and soaks his shirt with tears. “I’m soowwwwwyyyyyy.”

Gojo pats her back a few times to comfort her, and your heart breaks for the little girl. It’s bad enough to be bullied at school, but then to be reprimanded by your mother the one time you stand up for yourself…you can imagine how emotionally exhausting that would be for a five-year-old. 

Juno sniffles, rubbing her snot all over the cotton of Gojo’s shirt, and then pulls her face away to rub at her eye with a weakly closed fist. “I–hic–I just…I just wanted him to feel–hic–the same hurt.”

“Huh? Who?” Gojo asks.

“The boy,” Juno says, “the one that shoved me today.”

“It was a boy?!?!?!” Gojo yells. “Alright. That’s it. I’m grabbing my bat.”

“Satoru.” Sana deadpans.

Sana and Gojo continue to bicker about the ethics of threatening five-year-old boys with baseball bats, going back and forth about how Gojo wasn’t actually going to do anything but just wanted to instill fear (he’s lying), while Sana isn’t exactly sold on a single pacifist thing that he says, and you sigh, because you realize you’ve become invested in one of, what you feel like will become many, of their family quarrels.

Juno sneaks around Gojo’s legs and comes up to you while the arguing is taking place in the background, and she gently taps your knee as you’re seated on the couch. “Auntie y/n,” she whispers.

You rub an eye crustie from her face and then hold her hand in yours. “Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Mm? For what?”

She smiles at you, her cheeks pink and flush from crying but rounded now in glee. “My mommy and daddy spoke a lot today at home for first time in long time because of me. Because I listen’ded to you. Thank you.”

Your eyes narrow. “What do you mean by that, sweetheart?”

Why wouldn’t Sana and Jun be on normal talking terms? What does Juno mean that it’s been a long time? What exactly was going on at home?

“Juno,” Sana’s voice interrupts your thoughts, her arms crossed across her chest, “c’mon. Let’s go.” She points a stern finger at Gojo. “Seriously. I mean it. No baseball bats or rodent traps involved. I’ll talk to the teachers and sort something out.” She glances at you, that strict look on her face now dissolving into one of pure exhaustion. One you can imagine only a mother can face. “See you later at dinner, you two.”

Juno runs up to her mom and grabs onto her outreached hand, and you see Gojo ruffle her hair as she walks past him, her giggles ringing in the air, and then he sees them out the door. 

The air is awkward, at least to you, the second he closes the door, and when he turns around to face you, your body stiffens up.

He leans back onto the front door, crossing his arms over his chest. “Thanks,” he says, “for telling Juno to stick up for herself.”

You blink at him. “Well. I don’t feel too great about it at the moment, to be honest.”

He sighs. “I just think that Jun and Sana are raising her to be…kinda meek. I wish they’d teach her to be more confident and take up space.”

“Mhm,” you nod. Because you agree. Little girls need to learn how to be that way at a young age, because the world is seldom very kind to them.

“Well, what you said to her is what I would’ve said to her anyways,” he says.

You roll your eyes, standing up from the couch and heading back into the kitchen to presume your work on your peach cobbler. “I never told her to shove kids’ faces into the dirt. But, uh, sure, I guess so.”

You see Gojo enter the kitchen too in your periphery, but you don’t give him any glance or look or attention. From what you can see as you stir around your macerated peaches in a Pyrex bowl, he’s leaning against the island counter about three feet away from you, his hands shoved in his pockets, and he’s watching you. A slight warmth radiates in your cheeks, but you attempt to ignore the nerves by being hypnotized by the pink syrup that pools at the bottom of the bowl.

My mommy and daddy spoke a lot today at home for first time in long time because of me. Because I listen’ded to you. Thank you.

An unsettling feeling takes over your senses. It could be the past few years you’ve spent walking on eggshells around your mother, or the way you’ve become so keen to her energy as a way of staying on top of any shift in her symptoms, any single sign of disease progression, any clue that she wasn’t getting better. Any clue that she wasn’t doing okay. And you feel a sense of dread, because that skill, you realize, has now made you aware of similar circumstances in the people around you.

Not to mention, you are a child of divorce. You know what that fear feels like.

You just want to know if Juno feels safe at home.

“Hey, um…” you start, turning slightly to finally face Gojo, your eyes hesitantly flickering up to meet his gaze, “when was the last time you saw your brother-in-law? And with Sana?”

He raises a brow at you. “I just saw them last weekend for one of Juno’s dance recitals.”

“Ah…I see,” you say. You purse your lips together. 

Right. Kids say things all the time. They believe in Santa Claus and think that blueberry pancakes are called blubbery pancakes. And they sometimes read too into things, and they sometimes read too little. Surely, things must be okay. Maybe Sana and Jun had had a little argument with some stubbornly thawing cold shoulders, a demeanor that was noticed by their child, and now things have resumed to normal. That was normal. Part of every family. “That’s good to know…” 

You turn away from Gojo to stare back down into the bowl of macerated peaches again. With a furrowed brow, you close your eyes tightly to try to shake the chilly feeling in your bones, and you feel better when you open them again. The slightly numb sensation in your hand dissipates and you have enough dexterity to mix the peaches around in the bowl.

“I wonder what news they want to share with us over dinner,” you say, to quell the awkward silence.

“Hm?” Gojo hums, and you see him turn around face the counter now, hovering over the bowl of raw crumble topping you had mixed together, prodding at it with the wooden spoon. “Oh, they’re moving.”

Your head snaps to look at him. “W-What?”

“Yeah,” he nonchalantly affirms, scooping up a spoonful of the crumble. “They wanted to up-size, and move a little closer to the school that Juno’s at. I found them a nice place about an hour from here on the outskirts of the city. They just signed the papers a couple weeks ago.” And then he shoves the spoon into his mouth.

“Oh…wow,” you say. “Okay…”

“Damn,” Gojo says with surprise laced in his tone, "this is really good.” He’s staring into the bowl in awe and then scoops up some more crumble with a spoon.

You blink at him, irritated that he’s eating all your ingredients without even asking, and before you’ve even finished your dessert. It’s like he was born to piss you off.

You walk up to him and yank the bowl away, “Gimme that.” Then you pull it into the divot of your waist possessively and glare at him. 

He sighs, and then says something out loud that you’re sure he meant to keep in his head:

“I’ll get used to it.”

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[end of chapter 5]

a/n. it feels so strange to post such a short chapter bahaha hopefully the ending isn't too abrupt. but hope you enjoyed! i'm so sorry ab the slow burn in this series aaa but i can try to assure you that it'll all be worth it hopefully lol i'm really excited for what i have planned for this series!! alsooo sorry if there are errors or anything, i'm trying to spend less time editing since it really stalls me n leads to writer's block lol. hope to see you in the next one :) much love! - ellie

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[nightlocked-in]

you and i are the same person i fear

here are my (favorite!!!) contributions:

btw i don’t read incomplete fics, so these are all complete besides the military one toward the bottom (and i only read that because i was told it was a one shot HAHA)

ROOMMATES:

1. katniss sub leases gales apartment for the summer, his roommate is peeta

2. katniss and peeta are roommates, she gets him a chore coupon booklet for his birthday but she accidentally grabbed the coupon booklet for sexual favors

3. katniss and peeta live in a house together. as he starts a new job, she realizes she might have feelings for him

4. katniss and peeta are roommates. she’s dating gale but she’s miserable. she’s never been able to orgasm with anyone (and peeta fixes that)

5. (i haven’t read this one bc i can’t commit, heard it’s great though) katniss moves in with peeta and his brother Rye for college. she’s best friends with Rye, and Rye’s in love with her. she doesn’t feel the same way about him, but starts catching feelings for peeta

6. katniss and peeta are basically each other’s wingmen. they live together. it’s hilarious and i love it. neither of them want relationships, but im pretty sure she starts dating gale and peeta gets jealous and realizes he likes her.

7. they live together, they both like each other, neither of them know it, she’s trying to seduce him

8. (there’s another one where peeta and katniss get married so she can get marriage benefits so she can afford to keep going to college or something? so they have to live in the married student housing apartment together. and then just as they start kind of real dating the apartment building gets shot up and he loses his leg but i CANNOT find it but if i do i’ll put it here)

FORCED PROXIMITY:

9. she rejects him after high school, she starts managing the mellark’s bakery alongside his dad, peeta comes back from college and also starts working there (no hatred, just forced proximity)

10. coworkers situationship? and then he wants to date and she doesn’t. but they still work together (idk if this counts because most of the scenes are set at her apartment)

11. katniss is backpacking through europe, peeta is her host, a german baker who has a girlfriend

12. eh, this kind of works? katniss and peeta live in neighboring buildings. with really high windows. and they can see into each other’s apartments all the time.

13. katniss is reaped. peeta is a mentor. they have to “train” together. dark!peeta… and very disturbing (and he’s like 20-something and she’s a minor btw)

14. library coworkers!! i love them. just very cute. age gap btw (she’s like 22 and he’s like 30?)

HATRED, THEN FORCED PROXIMITY:

15. i LOVEEEDDD this one. peeta is katniss’ best friend’s ex. they broke up because he cheated on her. now he has his sights set on katniss. she rejects him because he’s a douchebag, only to find out they’re neighbors in the same apt building (he never cheated btw but u find that out in the first chapter)

16. katniss is head gamemaker. peeta is the mockingjay. 13 (and peeta) kidnap her from the capitol as prisoner. (this is really one of my favorite stories. i read it all the time.)

17. katniss is an empress, peeta is the nephew of her enemy kingdom or something like that. she’s captured him in battle, she’s going to kill him. but all of her men have died in battle over the years, and she needs to keep her bloodline going. so peeta says “keep me alive and breed me instead!” and she’s like… yeah sure why not

18. they’re in the same friend group. years ago when they met, he tried to flirt with her but she thought he was insulting her. they’ve not gotten along since. but they’re snowed in together in a cabin far away and their friends can’t make it yet because of the snow, so they’re stuck there alone together. (they have food and stuff they’re fine btw)

19. if this chick ever finishes this fic i’ll kiss her on the mouth. katniss and peeta fall in love, he goes to the army so he can get his college tuition covered. but he knocked her up. and when she calls to tell him, before she can tell him he breaks up with her and ends the call. flash forward two years later or so, he’s honorably discharged because he got bombed or something, and finds out he has a kid. the fic cuts off right when he finds out he has a kid, but there’s an extra chapter she wrote that’s published on her tumblr, where they have to take care of the kid together. it’s still incomplete tho.

20. snowed in fic with her ex-husband (peeta), i’ve never read it

21. enemies but they have to work together because they’re in the same band (i’ve also never read this)

22. this one’s good - peeta hits on katniss but she thinks he has a girlfriend he’s cheating on, she thinks he’s a scumbag and rejects him. then she finds out they’re coworkers and have to work on a project together

23. this one’s also really good - katniss gets proposed to by peeta via letter (historical au, and they’ve never met before, only written letters to each other) but when she gets there she finds out his sister in law sent the proposal letter and the other letters to try and get peeta a wife. peeta sees katniss and rejects her. but katniss doesn’t have enough money to get home yet, so she has to stay with him for a little while.

24. snowboarding fic. they almost started dating then had a misunderstanding where katniss thought he started seeing/flirting with this other girl, and k and p were both brokenhearted afterward. they’re coworkers for like three years, and then one day they get stuck in a snow storm and she gets injured and he has to carry her to a cave where they’re rescued.

25. historical pirate au. peeta is a navy soldier sent on a secret mission to become a man on the inside on the mockingjay (the pirate ship). katniss is a captain. he hates her because she killed his best friend.

26. katniss is a witch. peeta’s a witch hunter. their boat sinks and they’re the only two survivors, and they have to stick together to find civilization.

there are sooo many more i have but i got way too carried away finding these, so. here u go!

everlark mutuals (and non-mutuals. literally anyone) i am respectfully requesting your favorite fics (au, cc, one-shot, incomplete, rated whatever, i do not care as long as there are words on a page) with the following tropes:

1. roommates

2. forced proximity

3. hatred. for some reason. and then forced proximity

thank you friends <3

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Boyfriend

Summary: Colin is your neighbor and best friend. Hell he might as well be your boyfriend except he isn’t.

Pairings: Colin Shea x Plus Size!Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, daddy kink, doggy style, missionary, cunnilingus, possibly triggering comments about weight, negging

(A/N: negging is when someone insults you with intentions to sleep with you. I can’t believe I finally finished a Colin story. I’d like to thank @queenoftheworldisdead and @whiskey-cokenfanfic for the ideas because apparently all I needed to do was put them together. Like most of my work this isn’t proofread I’m the slightest, but not only is it not proofread in the slightest, I also have e acrylics so I probably made even more mistakes than usually. Sorry for that. Btw this is pure writers insert. Not gonna deny it 🤷🏾‍♀️ Follow, like, reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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“And, what is this!”

Colin asked with a wide ass smile as he came out of your bedroom. He’d just kinda dropped in to hang out after one of his hookup’s boyfriends apparently decided to interrupt. Since you were used to him doing that by now you didn’t say anything.

When you’d moved in next door you’d immediately found out that he had a lot of guests. You’d ended up needing to tell him to keep it down a lot. He’d poke his head out of the door while he was naked before giving you that charming ass smirk and telling you sorry. Somehow in between that time you’d built up a soft spot for him and he started using your apartment to hide from those same guests after they’d over stayed their welcomes. Yeah it was awful, but it kind of worked out.

Not like whatever this was, was a one sided deal. In exchange for using your apartment he did things that you hated doing. Like when you had something wrong with your car he took a look under the hood. Had a flat tire? Here comes Colin to the rescue. Bad date? He’d find a way to get you out of it. You liked the deal the two of you had. Besides you actually enjoyed his company and he seemed to enjoy yours too because the two of you had started hanging out a lot even.

The biggest problem you had with him is that he had the habit of being nosy as hell. Going through your things. Looking over your shoulder as you tried to draw. If it had been anyone else you probably would have clobbered them by now. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kind of had a crush.

Which is why him finding your vibrator was super mortifying. You’d asked him to grab your phone so it was kind of your fault anyway. Since you’d set them to charge near each other. You just didn’t think about it when you’d asked because you had started making him a sandwich. Yeah you know how that sounded, but homeboy seemed to always be hungry and you actually liked the way the two of you were.

“Put that back!” You protested forgetting about the sandwich as he giggled. Your downstairs neighbors were probably pissed off because you’d started chasing him around only for him to jump over your couch with no issue. Fucking himbo. “Colin!”

“What’s the magic word?” He teased, waving it in the air.

You narrowed your eyes. “How about I’ll kill you!” Then as you were trying to catch him again, you tripped over his guitar case because this douche couldn’t not leave his shit everywhere. Ugh he’s so lucky that he’s pretty.

“Shit!” He said before hurrying to your side. You whimpered as he scooped you in his arms so that he could sit with you on the couch.

“You’re such an asshole.” You sniffled.

“I know. I know. I was only teasing, Sweetie,” he cooed as he started nuzzling your face with his nose. “I’m sorry.”

Then he started placing kiss after kiss on your forehead. You could see the device in his hand still so you reached over to snatch it away.

“You little shit,” he gasped.

“It’s mine.” You laughed as you tucked it into your shirt, before standing up to try and get away from him.

“Give it back!” He protested as you tried to get up to get away from him. Before you could get very far, he grabbed you pushing you onto the couch.

“Stop!” You giggled as he started tickling you as he tried to grab it.

He’d pushed your legs up so that he could get between them. You screamed as he continued his assault while also wiggling about trying to keep your toy out of his hands.

“Why do you want it so bad?” You asked as you laid back, trying to catch your breath. “That’s gross it’s been on my vagina.”

Colin laughed. “Maybe that’s why I want it.”

“Ewwwww! Colin!”

He finally stopped as the two of you ended up staring in each other eyes for a little too long. “Gimme it back,” he said.

“No.” You giggled. “It’s mine.”

He glared down at you before finally grabbing it from under your shirt, exposing your breasts to him. Of course.

“Hey!” You protested pushing your shirt down and then reaching for it again. Instead of handing it to you his gaze seemed to focus even more before wrapping his bicep around your inner thigh.

You were totally spread out for him at his mercy. Only wearing a pair of shorts and he’d already seen your boobs. When you tried to reach for it again he used one of his hands to pin you down. “Not so funny now, huh?” He smirked.

Suddenly it felt like the air had changed. He was on top of you snuggly between your thighs. Looking down at you. Ugh why did he have to be so-

You couldn’t even finish the thought as he placed his lips on yours. His mouth working yours ever so gently. Like he was afraid you’d deny him.

When you deepened it, it was almost like you couldn’t help yourself. You’d spent the last year harboring this crush. Seeing him bring girl after girl to his apartment and fuck now that you were thinking about it, you didn’t want to become one of them.

“We should stop,” you said breaking apart from him.

He nodded and raised off of you. “Sorry... I...”

“It’s okay...” you replied as you also sat up.

“I, um, I should go,” he said, as he stood. It was like neither of you could believe what had just happened.

You nodded and swallowed as he got up to grab his guitar and left. As you went to close the door behind him, he lingered for a bit like he was about to say something before shaking his head.

“I’ll see you.”

“Yeah,” you replied. When he was gone you put your back against the door and sighed because what the fuck were you supposed to do now.

You’d promised yourself that despite liking him you would never pursue it. It wasn’t even about his “guests.” Sure he’d been a good friend to you, but would that translate into more.

It may have been childish, but in the days that followed you did best to avoid him. You weren’t even sure if he was home. There’d been a noticeable silence with no women moaning and screaming his name at all hours of the night.

You didn’t walk into your living room to him asleep on the couch as he waited for his latest booty call to leave. Thinking about him not being around was making your stomach hurt. Fuck you hadn’t meant to screw up so badly.

Your friends having noticed your slump had set up for you to go on a date with this guy. Except you didn’t want to go out with some random guy. You wanted Colin. Fuck him. This is bullshit.

Of course you saw him as you were leaving. All that avoiding and you’d run into him at the worst possible moment. “Hey...” he said with a soft smile. “You look nice.”

Ugh. He was making your heart flutter. “Thanks.”

“Going out with your girls?” He asked.

“No. It’s this stupid blind date.” You rolled your eyes.

Colin’s face fell. “Oh... well. Call me if you need anything.” He smiled weakly. “Oh yeah did you still need me to take your car to the shop?”

“No I did already. Gotta pick it up Monday.” You smiled weakly.

“Okay...” he trailed off with a frown on his face. Like he wanted to say something more, but didn’t know what to say. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah. See ya.” You shot him this tiny smile. You started to go down the stairs, kind of hating how how sad you felt to walk away from him.

“Wait!” He suddenly said.

“Yeah?” You turned back to him a little quickly.

Colin stood there. Like he was trying to get his thoughts together before answering. “I... um... nothing. It’s not important. Call me if... you need me. Okay?”

You nodded and that was it. You waited for him to stop you again, but obviously he wasn’t going to as you walked out of the building.

Your entire date all you could think about was him. Sure it was a little rude, but you’d let him consume you. Your date was bleh anyway. You hate when your friends set you up.

As he rambled on about himself, you stabbed at your food with your fork. Not only was this how it’s been this entire time, but the food wasn’t even good. How long was he gonna keep going on and on about his fantasy football team. Sure Colin would go on and on about it, but it was so weird to have someone else do it. Also Colin didn’t interrupt you every time you opened your mouth unless it was to make you laugh.

Finally it was over and you wanted to go home and maybe get postmates or something. Before you could get in the car he’d stood in front of you so you were leaning against it. Damn this was awkward.

“It’s crazy. When Simone showed me your picture, I was a little apprehensive, but you actually are really pretty for a chubby girl,” he said.

And there it is.

Isn’t it funny how this shit goes. You don’t know if people thought that kind of thing was a compliment, but it really really really really wasn’t and now all you wanted to do was punch him.

He even tried to fucking kiss you after. “Why are you doing that duck thing?” He asked. “Put your lips like this.”

You turned your head. Fuck you should have never let them talk you into a date when your car was in the shop. How is it that they hate Colin, but this guy was fine? “Actually can you take me home? I think I left the stove on.” You crinkled your nose.

“You don’t have to lie to get me to go home with you,” he said.

Oh hell no. “Actually,” you started, crinkling your nose because ew, “I don’t have sex on the first date.”

“Oh,” he replied making a face. “Then what do you do on the first date.”

Yeah. Don’t get into a car alone with this man. You will be cussing your friend out for this. After you had food. “Uh, actually I think I’m gonna get an Uber.”

Thank fucking god he’d finally left you alone. You thought about calling Colin to come pick you up because sure he’d helped you out on a bunch of these things there was something about it that felt humiliating. Pretty for a chubby girl? Really dude. Fucking jerk. As if that’s even a real compliment.

And your friends would rather you be with that. Over a guy that actually cared. Not that you were even sure that Colin liked you. One kiss doesn’t mean anything with. He kissed a lot of girls. What made you any more special.

It wasn’t even about the other girls. If it had been you would have stopped being like that with him a long time ago. You didn’t care. You just missed the way the two of you were.

When you’d finally made it to your door you were already crying. Fat tears falling down your cheeks but since you didn’t wanna sound like you were on some Haunting of Hill House shit as you walked up the stairs you tried to keep yourself quiet, with your fist to your mouth.

You almost made it to your door, too. When some girl walked out of Colin’s apartment looking pissed. Then him noticing you before he could close it.

“Y/N? Fuck. It’s not what it looks like.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care,” you said through the tears.

“Shit what happened?” He asked.

You didn’t say anything as you took out your key. Just wanting to get inside so you could be sad in peace. You’d rather him not pile onto the shittiness.

“Hey,” he said, putting his hand on your shoulder. “Talk to me. Did he do something?”

You closed your eyes tightly because you knew if you looked into his you’d spill everything. You couldn’t not talk to him. He made it impossible. It was so annoying.

Colin breathed. “Look, I know I kissed you and I know that you’ve been avoiding me since. I’ve just been trying to give you space. I didn’t want to freak you out, but I miss you. That’s why I kicked that girl out. She wasn’t worth it when I’m trying to be... that doesn’t matter. I at least wanna be like old times.”

You sniffled, finally opening your eyes. Ugh there it goes. “It was so bad, Colin.” Ah fuck him you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He sighed before pulling you into his arms. “Here let’s go inside. Okay? I’ll making you some tea.” He swiped his lips across your forehead.

You nodded but didn’t let go of him. He was just too warm. And his muscles were all tight around you and it felt good. Besides his chest was really good to cry into.

“It’s okay, Honey. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded. “You promise?”

“Yeah,” he replied before pulling your chin up with his fingers and kissing your nose. “Always.”

He made your tea while you showered and did your routine. You’d also spent a lot of time brushing your teeth because you’d felt gross after he kissed you. By the time you got back he was waiting for you already on the couch. Looking so inviting in your hoodie.

“Hey, that’s mine,” you said with a pout.

He narrowed his eyes. “This is my hoodie. You stole it from me.”

“You shouldn’t have left it here then.” You whined.

Colin chuckled before holding his arms out. “Get over here.”

You decided to get over it for now as you went to sit beside him, curling into his side. You reached forward to grab the cup of tea he had waiting for you. “Thank you, Colin,” you said.

“Always,” he replied. “Now tell me what happened.”

You rolled your eyes again because you didn’t even want to talk about it anymore, but with him there was no letting to. You sighed. “Do we have to?” You asked.

“Not taking no for an answer.”

You took a deep sigh before taking a sip of your tea. “Okay, so, he spent all night talking to me about his fantasy football team.”

He cringed. “Only I’m allowed to do that.”

“Exactly! And then he told me that I’m pretty for a chubby girl,” you said rolling your eyes.

“What?” He frowned.

“Yeah. I think he was trying to neg me.”

Colin sighed. “That doesn’t make it okay. I wish you would have called me.”

“Yeah. Maybe. Didn’t wanna bother you.”

“Hey. Stop it,” he said. “You can always calls me. I don’t care how far I am. I’ll hop on a plane if I have to.”

“Stop,” your voice shook as you spoke. “You don’t have to do the whole knight in shining armor thing.”

“I prefer Prince Charming.” He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, as you sniffled. “Whatever.”

Colin chuckled before placing more kisses on your head. “Don’t you ‘whatever’ me. You should have called me. He didn’t do anything else did he?”

“He kissed me and it caught my off guard and he asked why I was doing a duck thing with my mouth!”

He frowned. “What the hell. And you let him take you home?”

“No. I got to freaked so I called can Uber.”

He nodded. “Okay.” He sighed. “Next time you have to call me.”

“I don’t even want there to be a next time. I’m so over dating.” You pouted, crossing your arms.

“Well, then, how about you don’t. Instead it’ll just be us?”

“Yeah as if you can go even three days without sex. You’re an addict.”

Colin’s jaw dropped. “I’ll have you know I haven’t had sex since before you started avoiding me.”

“What about that girl?”

“I told you it didn’t feel right,” he answered. “I was only with her because I got mad and that wasn’t fair.”

“Mad about what?”

“That you were going on a date with some other guy,” he confessed with a sigh. “I don’t want you to go on dates with other guys. I only want you to go on dates with me.”

So there it was. You’d thought about this moment so many times before. About what it would feel like for Colin to like you back. Honestly it felt pretty good.

You looked up at him and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so nervous. “You sure you want that?”

“I’ve been doing boyfriend things for you for a year and I miss it.” True. “Might as well make it official.”

“Colin, I... look if you’re serious about this then you need to promise that you’re committed because I know you and I know how you get.”

He took a deep breath. “I know, but I know that I want you. I’ve never been like this with anyone. I love you, Y/N.”

“You’re so annoying,” you said, turning so he couldn’t see that he’d made you tear up as you wiped away each one that slid down your cheek.

All he did was kiss the top of your head. “Say it back.”

You shook your head. “Go away.”

He laughed before pushing you onto your back so he could crawl on top of you. “Don’t fuck with me. Say it back.”

“Colin!” You giggled.

His nose touches yours as he glared down at you. Lips getting ever so close to yours. “Say it back.”

“Fine,” you replied dramatically, even if you couldn’t help the smile that was on your face. “I love you, too.”

“Yeah?” He whispered, pecking your lips ever so soft.

“Mhm,” you hummed putting your hands in his hair. When the kiss deepened you let yourself feel him. Didn’t even think about pulling away this time. Pushed whatever thoughts to the back of your mind. None of it mattered anymore.

You fisted his shirt in your hand as his tongue started going against hers. There was something so yummy about him kissing you. You can’t believe that Colin was really your boyfriend.

He did that thing again where he wrapped his bicep around your upper thigh so he could get situated between your legs. This time you didn’t even think to pull away from him. “Colin,” you moaned into his mouth.

“That’s it, Baby,” he whispered pulling away so he could take off his hoodie.

You couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed it. “Mine.”

“Are you- no!” He tried to grab it out of your hands. He’s so lucky he’s so muscly because he balled it up and threw it across the room. “I want my hoodie back.”

“But, I wear it when I masturbate.” You pouted.

“Really?” He asked with this dopey smile spreading across his face.

You snorted. “No. I do think about you when I do it though.”

“Yeah? It’s okay I’ve accidentally said your name during sex.”

Your jaw dropped before smacking his arm. “Colin!”

He laughed. “That’s why that girl left so quick earlier. She kissed me, but I was thinking about you.”

“You’re such a jerk.”

“Yeah, but it’s cuz I’m crazy about you.” He leaned down to kiss your neck.

You let out a moan at the feeling. “Unless you plan on taking care of me I suggest you stop doing that.”

“Oh, I plan on spending all night taking care of you,” he whispered.

“Can you get me food first. I’m starving.”

Colin chuckled. “How about we order in and until it gets here I make you cum with my mouth like I’ve been wanting to.”

You smiled lazily. “I like that idea.”

Obviously he kept his word. He had you pick whatever you wanted before laying you back to tug your shorts off. Being exposed to him like this was making you feel a little shy, but you didn’t have the chance to think about it once his long was licking your clit.

Your hands went to his hair as he bent you up so your legs were over his shoulders as he put his hands on the back of your thighs. “Got the prettiest pussy,” he said before going back to feasting on you.

“Colin,” you whimpered. “Fuck.”

He was making your stomach quiver. Putting his hands under your ass getting a grip so he could really taste you. Until you started trying to move your hips against his face. Damn he looked so pretty like this. Fuck he was gonna make you cum.

Seriously looking into his eyes as he was between your brown thighs was so sinful. He was eating you out like you were the best meal ever. Making you cry and moan for him. It was literally everything you’d been wanting from him.

“I’m cumming!” You squeaked, throwing your head back. “Fuck me, Colin. Please,” you whined as he kept going.

“Here go get on the bed. I’d prefer our first time not being on the couch.” He raised back up so he could kiss you softly.

You nodded as he got off of you so you could stand on your shaky legs. He chuckled, pulling you into a hug. You wrapped you arms around his waist, needing to feel close to him.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

He grabbed your hand as he led you to your room. Stopping every so often during the short walk to kiss you. You don’t blame him for not being able to help himself. Now that the two of you were honest about your feelings you weren’t sure you’d be able to get away from his embrace anytime soon.

You kneeled on the bed in front of him and he pulled you into his arms to kiss you again. You started to undo his pants, getting on your stomach as his cock finally popped out. Your jaw dropped as you looked at it and then up at him. Sure you always expected for there to be a reason he was getting girls back to back. Yeah he has a pretty face, but there was definitely a bigger reason and now that you were faced with it, it was like every thought left your brain.

Wrapping your hand around it, you brought the head to your tongue. Moaning around him at the taste. “Fuck, you gotta big dick.”

“Were you not expecting it?” He asked.

“I mean I was, but fuck. I don’t even know if you’re gonna fit.”

“Oh I’ll make it fit,” he said, hissing as you placed open mouthed kisses in it. “Fuck, Baby. Stop. I wanna be inside you.”

“Then get inside me.” You pouted up at him. “But I wanna suck it later.” You got back on your knees and he smacked your butt.

He chuckled before taking his shirt off. When his pants were finally thrown wherever, he moved to remove your own top. You’d been so preoccupied looking at him you didn’t even realize you even still had it on. “Always wanted to see these perfect tits,” he groaned before diving in.

When he finally laid you down, his didn’t stop licking and sucking them. He was going so hard you were pretty sure he was trying to leave a mark on purpose. You were so just sensitive that you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning even louder.

“Colin,” you whimpered.

Finally he got on top of you. Lining himself up with your core. “No turning back now, Baby,” he said as he started to push into you.

You cried out as his thickness stretched you out. He pressed his lips to yours again as he got a little deeper, but then pulled away to hiss, “Fuck, you’re fucking tight.”

You threw your head back. “Harder.” Despite the slight burn you felt from how thick he was all you wanted was more. He felt so goddamn good.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he replied finally tearing himself away from your breasts.

“I don’t care fuck me harder,” you whimpered. “Please? I need it.” You moved your hips. “Colin, I need it.”

“Yeah?” He asked before planting his palms on either side of your head as he started to rock in and out of you. “Fuck. You’re so wet.” He groaned. “Fuck I shouldn’t have waited this long to do this.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned as he started picking up pace. Making you feel so nice and full of him. It was honestly everything you’d hoped. Maybe even better.

He reached between the two of you to rub your clit. Not only was he stuffing your pussy, but the added stimulation was only bringing you closer to your peak. “I’m cumming!” You cried.

As you came your muscles contracted, you pushed him out and he took the chance to turn you over. Without any warning he pushed back in. Since you were still in the midst of an orgasm you were so sensitive. His pelvis smacking into your ass with each thrust.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you cried, moving back against him. Soaking pussy still tightening around him.

“What’d you call me, Babe?” He asked, placing a kiss on the back of your shoulder.

“You’re my daddy,” you sobbed into your blankets.

Colin groaned. “Fuck yeah I’m your daddy, Baby. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.” He reached down so he could wrap a hand around your neck. “I’ve never fucked a girl without a condom before. So glad you’re the first. Pussy’s so damn good.”

“Please don’t stop,” you begged. Feeling the next orgasm right there. “I need your dick.”

“I’m not gonna stop until you cum again,” he replied. “I know you wanna cum again.”

You nodded as you let out gasps of air with each movement. “I am. It’s right there. Fucking harder.”

He smacked your ass and you threw your head back. “Fucking cum for me.”

You nodded, feeling like you were tearing up again. God you wanted it so damn bad. “Colin, Colin, Colin,” you chanted as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

He didn’t let up. Shoving himself inside of you as he felt his own peak creeping up to him. He just wanted to make sure you were taken care of before he could finally let go because once you did he couldn’t stop himself. Filling you up with his hot cum. Not stopping as he fucked it into you.

While you slumped over, he laid beside you before pulling you into his arms. “Goddamn,” he breathed. “We waited way to long to do that.” You nodded, chest heaving up and down as you laid your head on his shoulder.

As the two of you were getting all relaxed and basking in that post-sex glow a knock on your door made for jump.

“Shit, I forgot we ordered food.” He laughed before kissing your temple.

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I hope it isn't too late to ask you... 8, 18 and 41 for Steven? I really love your fics btw

Ah, no it's not too late! Thanks for asking (and thanks so much for the kind words about my fics T_T) I'm really just easily distracted and I see these messages during my work day and then forget to come back to them by the time I get home @_@

To the asks, though!

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Oh this is an interesting one, mostly because the person doing the telling was ever Steven's parents. His mother passed away when he was quite young, and his father played the role of absentee for the majority of Steven's childhood. That left him in the care of his nanny, who honestly had little trouble with Steven. He was a good kid, very quiet. Probably had to be told to stay out of his father's rock collection (he'd leave fingerprints on the glass cases) and maybe to come downstairs for meal times because he'd be too engrossed in whatever it was that he was doing and not want to stop. Other than that, he did his homework and stayed out of trouble for the most part. Now when he got his first pokemon and started to adventure out of the house more...

18. What embarrasses them?

Funny enough this relates back to the first question. First are foremost, Steven is embarrassed by his father. Joseph, like all parents, is fantastic at embarrassing his son. Even in canon we see Steven become flustered with his father's teasing. It's all good natured and done with love, but it's still annoying for Steven to have to field his father's prodding on whether he's found a nice young lady to settle down with in front of guests.

Otherwise it's the usual follies, like becoming aware that he's rambled about rocks at an inopportune time, or being called out by Wallace in a public place. "Oh look everyone, it's Steven Stone, how amazing! You should all ask for his autograph" ;) and queue instant mortification from Steven.

41. How do they feel about children? 

My goodness, anon, you have a way of stringing these questions together so wonderfully. I was almost about to launch into the only group of people Steven probably won't embarrass himself in front of are children. He might not be invested in having any of his own at the moment, but he actually is very good with kids and young trainers. He has a lot of practice with Tate and Liza as neighbors in Mossdeep, but I think a lot of it has to do with his own deep-seated wishes for loving adult figures in his own childhood. He's very patient and enjoys the boundless enthusiasm that kids have for all subjects (yes even rocks). I think he truly wants to see children succeed in whatever they do, and wants to encourage them to pursue their dreams. I hc he's actually best with public appearances involving children vs adults, and the way he's presented in the anime as Sawyer's mentor melts my heart. It's great.

Thanks so much for these asks, anon! Sorry it took me a while to get to them. Always happy to ramble about Steven and co.