#and idk it's just interesting to see it go back and forth and i hope im okay about it both ways

[indigodawns]

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[saltyyuuri]

How valorant agents would react to:

"what was in the box I found on your desk?"

Brimstone: "you didn't look inside it did you?!"

You didn't, thankfully. He was planning on gifting you a simple necklace he found, had a small locket on it with engravings and a picture of you both for your 2 year anniversary.

Phoenix: "Oh shit my new shoes came in??"

Of course he had bought another pair of expensive shoes for his collection, the usual.

Sage: "oh my order of tea :) I got some shipped from china, would you like some?"

She let you taste some of the tea she had ordered in, spending the afternoon in her living quarters, relaxing and chatting over the cup of tea

Sova: "Oh just some charged arrowheads for my shock arrows. You didn't touch them, did you?"

By the time he had a reply you had already opened the box and got relatively well electrocuted after touching one of the arrowheads. When he came back he just sighed, shook his head but bandaged your hand.

Viper: "poison."

It was not actually poison but the answer alone was enough to get you to not touch that box.

Cypher: "oh a new chess set, made of wood and entirely hand carved. Would you be interested in playing later?"

Of course you said yes, and the new chess pieces were quite nice. You could understand why he wanted to acquire these.

Reyna: "don't you dare open it."

The lack of detail made you curious and you couldn't help looking inside. When you saw the contents of the box, far from PG-13, you had to sit yourself down for a moment. And of course she walked in a bit after, and seeing your red face she already knew you checked. "Well now you know what's about to happen."

Killjoy: "my alarm bot. It's in time out."

You don't really understand why, curiosity getting the better of you and opening the box. You discovered pretty fast after the alarm bot was practically attacking you.

Breach: "probably a gun, molly or fusion cells."

And you were more stunned about 'molly' being an option in all of that. Turns out it was only fusion cells.

Omen: "yarn. I ordered more."

You took care of unpacking it for him and putting it in his designated basket for yarn. He was quite grateful, being able to just sit down and knit without worrying about the unpacking part.

Jett: "uhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk"

So you take it upon yourself to open the box, revealing a very suspicious looking pack. After opening it you could see it was white powder and it immediately alerted you. After a bit of back and forth texts, turns out she just ordered a bag of MSG, a spice for her food (I don't know if it's actually a spice or not so don't quote me)

Raze: "UH EITHER BOMBS OR SPRAY PAINT."

Out of curiosity you open the box. And curiosity killed the cat as you end up in med bay. From now on her boxes are going to get labeled properly.

Skye: "oh just a few wooden sculptures I stashed away. I was supposed to sort them."

You had fun looking through all the different sculptures she had made, laying them out on the desk. You sorted them by species, hoping that would give her a little bit of a hand.

Yoru: "drugs."

It was not drugs; and you learned that the hard way after Brimstone immediately searched the room after getting told there was potentially drugs. It was actually just a couple sweet snacks ordered in from Japan that he didn't want you getting into-and instead of getting himself in trouble.

Astra: "my drawing supplies!"

You did look through it briefly, finding nothing really interesting other than a copious amount of markers and pencils.

Kay/o: "why are you in my maintenance room."

It is true that killjoy is the only one who's supposed to be in that room to begin with; being the one who usually does the maintenance on kay/o

Chamber: "you will know tonight."

... I don't feel like I have to explain this one. But for those who don't understand: no walking for the next day.

Neon: "OH I FORGOT TO HIDE IT! IT'S FOR YOU THO 💙"

She had put together a little gift basket, like the one seen on tik Tok for Valentine's Day; chocolates, a plushie, a blankets, favorite drink, new tumbler and a handwritten card with an invitation to a restaurant dinner.

Fade: "kitty toys. Can you unpack them for nightmare?"

She had splurge it a little bit for her cat, and there was various toys, treats and a new little hammock for the kitty.

Harbor: "Ah! That must be the helmet I ordered for you so we can go on motorcycle rides together 😄"

He had gotten you a slightly more expensive helmet than what he usually got himself, one that had a bit of a fancy design on it and the mirror visor to look a little more mysterious.

Gekko: "OH IT FINALLY CAME IN??? I GOT WINGMAN A LITTLE SUIT."

Inside the box was a small suit that looked like it was tailored for an infant, which would make sense because trying to explain to a custom clothing maker that it was supposed to be for a radiant critter would probably confuse them. But seeing wingman in a suit was absolutely adorable.

Deadlock: "sound sensors, be careful."

The notification sound on your phone set them off, resulting in you getting stunned almost back to back a couple of times.

Iso: "snacks."

Indeed the box was full of snacks, but one in particular caught your attention. You took it out, and it was one of those bead candies that you usually wear on the necklace or a bracelet, just a different shape. It was packaged in a clear bag with no labeling and you opened it just to check what it was supposed to be. After unpacking it and seeing your face went red. Seems Iso already decided on desert for the night.

Clove: "rocks :D"

It was their entire rock collection, all nicely sorted in the box. You added one of your own in there for them.

Vyse: "Schrödinger's cat"

It was indeed not a cat, just a few various equipments that she needed for experiments she was working on. But for the joke you did leave a Post-It note with a cat drawing on it, purposely drawing it dead.

Tejo: "why are you looking through my stuff? 🤨"

Turns out he had just ordered another pair of shades, adding yet one more pair to his collection. But you did decide to mess around and borrow one of his pairs to wear around.

Waylay: "A glass suncatcher."

The glass suncatcher reflected the same way that her powers did with the light. It was honestly pretty and you hung it for her in the best spot on the window, so when she walked in it would be shimmering already for her.

[nonbinarypirat]

Palome and Kirio

I think we should talk about the similarities between Palome and Kirio. Obviously the story of Palome is a work of fiction within the universe of Iruma-kun created as a group effort between Beem, Iruma, Silvy, and Marnie but the similarities between them are very clear. Palome was a demon who wanted to be accepted by her peers and put herself out only to be ridiculed. From this trauma, she derived pleasure from the experience rather than the typical pain she should have felt. This is not just a sporadic “oh I love the look of despair now!” This came from her deep seated insecurity, previous trauma, and self hatred. Just like Kirio, she has been constantly rejected and to save her from the trauma, her brain derived pleasure from the sensation.

However, we then learn that the only reason she came to this conclusion was because of her sadistic sister. Galna manipulated her their entire relationship and probably contributed to her ostracism. She used Palome’s distress to her benefit to make her loose her mind and spend the rest of her days as a painting. Only to become an even more dangerous painting to one up her sister for the final time.

While Amy came to the conclusion himself to shield himself from the trauma of constant isolation, Baal has also used and twisted his desire from his own gain. A vulnerable young demon who is confused and looking for connection with deep seated issues? That’s the perfect victim to recruit into your budding cult. Kirio may have already been on the track to origins but Baal grew the likelihood and has since been using him. I mean, their relationship is just plain not healthy? A little back and forth teasing is great and all but the abuse he spit at Amy when we first learned about him is just not normal. But for Kirio, he’s the first person he sees as understanding him and when we are talking about evil schemes, this type of relationship is fine right? Idk, it’s just very interesting for Nishi to make a fake character with this type of story when we have a character so similar to Palome. I don’t believe it was an accident. I think we as the audience are supposed to see this, recognize their similarities, and connect all the details.

More evidence pointing towards this is during the Walter Park arch. When Elizabetta is in the shelter, she takes it on herself to take care of the children there. Obviously they are scared out of their minds and confused on what’s going on. From her thoughts we learn that this stressful experience could cause them to have severe issues with their evil cycles or even turn to origins. From this, we know that trauma is one of the root causes for returning to origins. Now I don’t believe it’s the only way, there may just be demons more prone to this line of thinking. Demons who were just born more "primitive." But it’s clear that this is a psychological issue that, if not addressed, can turn to deadly consequences.

The parallels between these two is very curious and it makes me wonder about how Kirio will end up. Will he too be trapped in a "frame," unable to come back to himself and falling too much into the deep end to recover? With this ending, it seems that Baal has won and there's nothing left to do other then to one up him after Kirio has served his purpose. He will fashion himself into a grander painting that will be feared by all that look upon it (or at least, that's his hope). Or will Kirio find a middle ground and escape his fate of being internally trapped in the painting? Will the story have a different end for him? Only our lord and savior Nishi will know the answer.

(Also, I meant to post this a looooong time ago during the haunted house arch but better late than never as they say. Sorry for taking a long time in between posts, college is destroying my brain but I'm surviving.)

[arvlelt]

not just an agreement.

pairing - jinx x fem!reader

cw - suggestive, teasing, jinx calls reader sweetcheeks and sweetheart (it suits her sm idk leave me alone), flirting, fluff(?), intimacy, yearning(?), making out, jinx is handsy and bold w reader, reader is a lil shy, def got a little carried away w the plot, oopsies

request from anonymous - Hiiii! I have a reqest for a Jinx X fem mechanic reader? a more romantic/suggestive plot, with the mechanic maybe helping Jinx with some weapon upgrades and they're flirting back and forth

w. count - 2.1k+

a/n - i acc really like this, lmk your thoughts! kinda proofread but lmk if theres anything wrong:))

at first it was just an agreement between you and silco.

he was concerned about the amount of time jinx was spending alone, and figured she needed a companion. preferably someone with the same interests and talents as jinx herself, since she could be a little picky about the people she surrounds herself with.

she had a little reputation of hurting her companions in the past because of her hallucinations, and even when she didn't have them -- she just loved messing with 'em.

this was in retaliation, insisting that she was better off alone.

reason being, silco was a bit hesitant in trying to find her a companion again but knew she needed it.

but all that hesitancy faded the minute he had met you.

there was a lineup of people that were waiting to see if silco would hire them.

word got out that silco needed a mechanic, and people started lining up immediately.

they had met up at his hideout, everyone that volunteered would be blindfolded and taken by one of his minions to not give away his place.

while some were hoping the position would get them more shimmer or more power and recognition in the undercity, you just wanted to make weapons or fix things.

you were hoping you could do more -- go beyond with whatever supplies he had. you were sure he had to have good shit, considering he and his partner made shimmer.

he could see the slight glimmer in your eyes that interested him.

"this one."

his thick voice echoed throughout the walls, his men following protocol and leading the other people out. which they showed disappointed as they walked out with slumped shoulders.

you were a bit shocked, looking around before your eyes landed on silco in his chair again, "what's your name?"

"y/n," you replied, taking another glance around the place. you had never seen so many of these things in one place at once - and with no damage done to them.

silco stood up from his chair and walked over to what had caught your eye.

"well, y/n. truth is..." uh oh.

your mind immediately went to worst case scenario. maybe you should of thought this through, considering you were trying to work for silco, of all people.

silco seemed to sense your sudden alertness and gave a slight chuckle, "don't worry. i'm not going to hurt you," that seemed to ease you up a bit as you took two weary steps away from him... just in case.

silco gave a smirk as he sat back down in the chair to make you feel a bit better, "smart one you are. but, truth is... you're not going to just be a mechanic for me. you're going to be a... companion to my daughter, jinx. in return, you'll get special benefits - allowance and a place of your own."

you felt your heart drop to your ass.

what?

companion? daughter? jinx?

that's what the arrangement was at first. you were weary at first because of the things you had heard about her, but as time passed and you got more comfortable with jinx, you didn't really need the 'special benefits' anymore.

you especially gave those up after jinx had found out about your little 'deal,' as jinx had called it, and nearly went on a rampage with her 'pow pow' machine gun.

the only thing that really became a non-negotiable was lending a place to sleep.

....as silco may or may have not grown a soft spot for you as well.

"...hey! you still here with me?" jinx waved her hands in your face, helping you out of the little memory you were remembering, wondering where you would've been if you hadn't volunteered.

you were sitting on a chair, with jinx standing as she messed with her trinkets, your head resting on your arm that rested on her little desk she had.

you shook your head slightly, "no, sorry. i was just thinking, what were you saying?" you stood up, showing more interest in whatever she was doing.

you were helping her figure out how she could power up one her new little trinkets that she had created.

jinx put a hand on her hip, "awh c'mon, you mean you didn't hear my entire rant of how i discovered this to wooorkk?" she dramatized as she started walking in little circles.

you gave a slight laugh, sitting on her desk, putting one hand on her desk and tilting your head on your shoulder a bit, "awh, c'mon, you can't repeat yourself? i wanna know what you had to say," your tone was teasing as you copied her words.

and god jinx had a love/hate relationship with the way it made her stomach flutter.

you always knew how to unconsciously reassure her.

jinx stopped her circles with her back turned to you before she swiftly turned around, using her shimmer to suddenly appear right in your face before you could register she even turned around.

something you learned early on with jinx, she didn't know personal space at all - at least not with you.

in the last couple months that you were working for silco, yes you were making him weapons, but you started to take a liking to jinx.

and unbeknownst to you, jinx was starting to take a liking to you too.

jinx gave a slight smirk at the way you backed up on the desk, your ass on it slightly, both of your hands came behind you to lay flat on the desk.

in the time that you two spent together, you both learned plenty about the other. while you learned that jinx needed more reassurance than others and things of the sorts, jinx was observant of the way you'd get nervous whenever she got close to you.

of course she learned other things about you but she was fixated on how you'd act when she would get a little too close to you.

no matter if it was to observe whatever weapon you were fixing or making - or to just mess with you - she'd see the way you suddenly get quiet and stammer on your words a bit.

and you suddenly felt how close she was to you, her body wasn't pressed up against you, but your bodies would graze one another ever so frequently.

in a way that had you both breathing a little heavier, both of you looking at each other's lips.

jinx suddenly leaned in more with a tilt of her head, making you lean more back, your entire ass almost nearly on the desk.

her hands went on her desk behind you, enclosing you against her.

she had a such an evil grin on her face - she knew what she was doing - as she began speaking and telling you again what she discovered.

"...so i basically figured out that, to make this go boom! i need to get that 'ol gemstone i have in my gun to make it explode..." she trailed off as she noticed you were staring very heavily at her lips.

not even noticing her hand inching closer and closer towards your hip that rested on her desk.

your eyes widened slightly when you felt her take another step closer, making your legs part and practically forcing you to sit on the desk properly.

"whatcha' lookin' at, sweetcheeks?"

you felt speechless.

you weren't going to deny the recent tension you had felt with jinx recently, in the last two months. but you never thought you'd end up in this position with her.

you thought back. the fleeting touches, the way she'd look at you when she was explaining something, the way she would make excuses to get close to you, always wanting touching you.

it all started when you two had decided to have a sleepover.

you were supposed to have gone back to your place hours ago, but jinx had told you she felt lonely and she wanted you to stay the night.

at first, it was just like helping a friend, it was something harmless.

'you were only helping a friend out,' you'd try to convince yourself in your head.

at least you thought.

you two were giggling like fools as you painted poorly done portraits of one another on a time limit.

you both sat on opposite sides of each other, a box holding up the canvas's.

jinx had her tongue out in fake concentration as she rushed through it, eyes flickering to the timer every now and then.

"3...! 2...! 1...!" jinx counted down and once you heard buzzer go off, you put your brush down and put your hands up.

you laughed as you looked at jinx and then the portrait, paint-covered hands coming up to your mouth to cover it, folding over your stomach in your seat at how ridiculous yours looked.

jinx put her hands on her lap, "it can't be that bad, lemme see!" she reached over and grabbed your canvas.

she barely gave it a glance before she set it back down, "... moving on, look at mine! i think i did, pretty good," she turned it around, leaning on it slightly and looked at her hands like she just accomplished something, blowing her hands for affect.

and honestly she hadn't.

it was probably just as bad as yours.

that innocent face portrait, turned into finger-painting the little hut you created for her - to decorate it.

a comfortable silence between you two, and it was a rare moment where everything in jinx's head was quiet.

jinx was on the other side of the hut, looking at you decorate it before looking back at what she was doing.

"is it okay if i paint something on ya?" she said it so casually you thought you misheard her.

"huh? what?" you asked her with furrowed eyebrows.

jinx chuckled, "can i paint something on you? you don't have to say yes, you just look... like you'd make a good canvas," and lord have mercy, did that make your legs wanna give out.

you gulped, swallowing hard at the feeling of your throat going dry at her words, "yeah, sure. uh- how do you want me to sit?"

you began busying yourself with moving some things around so you two had space on her floor where her blankets and pillows were.

"just lay down for me and i'll take care of it, 'kay?" jinx began grabbing the paint and brushes she needed.

she ended up painting a very pretty floral design on your shoulder that went all the way down to your wrist.

and maybe got a little distracted and drew little doodles on your stomach once you fell asleep, the brush strokes lulling you to sleep.

the whole thing was quite intimate, and after that happened., something was different between you.

you weren't sure if it was just you that felt it, you were sure you were the only one until she started doing things that had you thinking otherwise.

like now, how you're so tempted to lean in and kiss her, just let her hands roam your body. her eyes were very obviously looking down between your eyes and lips.

she gave a slight huff of amusement, "knew you didn't have it in you, sweetheart," she had a slight smirk as she backed up, walking away, feeling a sense of victory at how tongue tied she had you.

that was basically all you had to know as you suddenly walked up to her and grabbed her by the shoulder, turning her around and grabbing her face and connecting your lips with hers.

jinx let out a slight moan at the sudden feeling, not hesitating to close her eyes and put one hand on your hip and the other on your waist, she pulled you into her.

you loved the way her lips felt on yours - the way she would slightly open her mouth to mold hers with yours felt so euphoric.

at first it was slow as you took slow steps back as you felt one of her hands wandering down to your ass, grabbing the fat of it and giving it a light squeeze.

you let out a slight noise against her lips when feeling her back you up more and having her hands trail under your shirt to your lower back, "mm,"

you could feel her smile against your lips at your reaction.

and before she could put you against her desk once more-

"jinx!"

you both pulled away with flushed faces, looking in the direction of where the voice came from.

silco was calling for her again.

jinx looked back at you with a grin, hands coming up to your waist and giving it a slight squeeze before letting you go, "and for the record, i do have it in me."

you watched as jinx got her gun and gave you a little chuckle, watching as she walked down her ramp, "oh, is that what that was? tryna prove a point, even though you get all nervous when i get too close to you, sweetcheeks?" her voice faded as she walked off to go and see what silco wanted, braids swaying in a way that had you entranced with the way she walked.

you huffed but couldn't stop the smile from making it's way to your face.

you didn't know what the hell this was, but it was not just an agreement anymore.

[loviestar58]

Sassy Viktor dating HC’s AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

(I need to see how sassy he would be in everyday life pls he’s so entertaining)

🤲

Thank you sm have a lovely day :D

🧡~Dating Sassy Viktor HC's/Scenarios~🧡

My first ever request! I hope it's good I'm not gonna lie I had some difficulty with this idk why shdudbdh

This'll be a mix of Viktor being sassy, sarcastic, teasing, and just being a general playful menace lol

Enjoy‼️💖

🩼~Feins offense at any little thing you do. We've all seen his face, he can make the most offended face imaginable. For example he'd make you something to eat (he can't really cook well and doesn't do it often but he does for you cause he loves you) and he'd serve it to you all smiles, and you'd be all smiles too. Viktor cooking? What a rare treat! Until you bite into it and feel your tongue yell at you "oooo this isn't right..". You try to hide it, chewing slowly, but he sees it immediately, asking if something is wrong.

"Oh it's nothing, just..interesting. The flavor doesn't feel right, I think you put too much salt and herbs-"

His face would scrunch into that offended look, eyes wide and rolling his eyes

"Oh, so you're a food critic now? Judging the food I put my heart and soul into to make for you? I see how it is.."

He'd pout and take his own bite, thinking you were overreacting

You weren't

🩼~It is a common occurrence to whack you with his cane. Usually he does it to get his way in petty arguments, you could be talking about how a certain formula was written wrong in his notes, him being so tired he didn't notice and miscalculated something, but he'd never admit to it. Anytime you tried to show him, he'd lift his cane to your shins and try to grab the book back. You'd recoil and try to dodge each time, laughing at how far he'd go to stay in the right, but he somehow always caught you off guard, and of course he'd never miss a chance to diss you, even if he was completely in the wrong

"You're just mad you're wrong!"

"I'm not wrong, lovely, you just lack the vision to see my genius"

"Well, "Genius", you wrote it wrong!"

"Perhaps you do need your eyes checked.."

🩼~This is Jinx's line in the show, but he totally would pull this classic

"So, Viktor, I've been thinking-"

"Well, thats quite the dangerous endeavor for you"

🩼~Would never let you live it down that you fumbled your attempt at asking him out, having gotten so nervous cause I mean. Look at him. You'd try to tell the story to some friends and make it seem like you were so confident and successful in asking him out, but he'd SO quickly chime in and rat you out

"Wh-"

🩼~Also would probably overuse the line "Suureee lovely, whatever you say" in the most sarcastic tone ever whenever you two have little back and forth banters and you're determined to prove you're right. When you'd call him out on it he'd respond with a knowing smirk and offended face "What? I would never! I do not know what you are talking about!" Hand on his chest, practically clutching his non-existant pearls in a dramatically comedic way

"Hmm that's not quite how I remember it. I remember you shaking like one of those ehh..chihuahuas, that pee all over themselves. And your words sounded more like squeaks of a mouse. I don't know where you got the notion that that is the epitome of confidence, but it must not have been a reliable source"

You'd hit his shoulder blushing profusely as he laughs, saying a playful "I love you" before ruffling your hair, making you role your eyes and pout

🩼~Attempting to get a pet is impossible with Viktor. He'd always say that they both don't have time to take care of an animal, that his work was too dangerous to have one around, no matter how much your beg, he'd just shit you down. That's when he says that he already has you, and that's enough work on its own alongside his inventing

"Are you implying that I'm like a pet?"

"You seem to love jumping to conclusions cause I said no such thing, but if you insist on seeing it that way, then yes. You're like a little rampaging Poro. Energetic, small, and a thorn in my side on occasion"

He'd chuckle as he watched you feign offense, your face pouty but unable to keep the smile from your lips, cause it is kinda funny how you can be compared to such a creature so easily. And you do the same, comparing him to a sassy cat. Which he doesn't deny and swiftly confirms by swatting at you with his cane in retaliation for the comment

I am so sorry this is short, I genuinely couldn't think of too much cause I felt I was just repeating the same things over and over again and not being creative..and I think I made him more teasing than sassy, but I tried😭

I hope this is what you were hoping for, even a little! If not, I'm sorry😖🙏🏼

[evilwickedme]

I keep seeing news that Israel has rejected a ceasefire deal from Hamas and/or that Hamas has rejected a ceasefire deal from Israel, and I'm having a very hard time keeping up with what's true, what terms have been rejected by who, and how ceasefire negotiations have been going in general. Do you have any information you could share or sources you could direct me to that would give this kind of news in an unbiased way? I think that saying that either side rejected a deal without explaining what parts of the terms were not agreed with is dishonest and I hate that I keep seeing it.

Thanks and I hope you're well and safe.

I'm not going to source this with anything specific cause my job is in the news so I'm just doing this off the cuff while literally on the bus there lmao

Both sides are in fact constantly rejecting ceasefire deals, for their own reasons. Some scattered thoughts from the last several months of coverage

One of the biggest points is ending the war. Hamas keeps going back and forth on this but is mostly insisting that even for the first, humanitarian stage of the hostage/ceasefire deal Israel must agree to take out all of its troops and essentially leave Hamas to remain the ruling party in the Gaza strip

This is essentially the only hard no on Israel's side. Netanyahu especially refuses to end the war without a military victory that essentially is impossible to get without entering Rafah (and in my opinion is currently impossible to achieve at all). There is a willingness to pause the war in exchange for the hostages up to a certain degree, but there simply isn't a chance that Israel is going to give up on defeating the remaining Hamas military divisions in Rafah and hopefully killing Sinwar

A lot of the problem is that Hamas will present a deal that Israel finds unacceptable, Israel will take time to deliberate, come up with a middle ground, and then Hamas will actually make a worse offer in return. A lot of things that Israel is currently putting on the table were things Hamas originally requested and was willing to be on those terms, but now they want things that are even further from Israel's interests.

For example, at first Hamas was asking for women and children to be allowed to go back to northern Gaza. Now they are asking for the entire civilian population to return to northern Gaza... And for Israel to not even check that no Hamas agents are going back up north, where there are still many rocket launchers that were never found. Personally I would like that not to happen, as I would like rockets to not be launched at me. Maybe that's a lot to ask, idk

Another example is the fact that at first Hamas asked for a certain number of terrorists to be freed, but that about a third of them (iirc) would be picked by Hamas, with no veto power given to Israel. The offer currently on the table gives Israel no veto power at all, and unlike the deal from November where Israel only freed terrorists who failed to kill anyone, this time Israel will be required to pretty much exclusively free murderers.

The truth is Hamas has very little interest in a hostage deal. They don't want the terrorists in Israeli prisons as much as we want the hostages that are, according to current intelligence, being used as human shields, many of them surrounding Sinwar at all times. The first hostage deal led to humanitarian aid being brought into Gaza, which due to Israeli negligence has been taken over by Hamas; aid is being increased (although not enough) with no "return on investment" so to speak for Israel.

(sidenote: yes, there is not enough aid entering Gaza. Also, a lot of the aid is being taken by Hamas officials, with the remains being sold at outrageous prices to the refugees. Shit is bad from all directions here)

Meanwhile, the IDF has essentially pulled all its soldiers out of Gaza. There are currently only two military divisions in Gaza iirc, and they're mostly just staying there with not much happening. The current attack on Rafah is "small scale", and comes as a direct result of rockets being shot at south Israel on Sunday, resulting in several people being grievously injured. Overall, not much military action is happening, meaning that, for example, agreeing to cease military activities in Gaza is relatively unimportant to Hamas rn (emphasis on to Hamas).

And another truth is netanyahu ALSO doesn't want a ceasefire. The moment this war ends the public will demand an election (hell, a THIRD of the public is demanding an election NOW, before the end of the war), and he has lost many of his more casual voters. He will be forced out of the government either by his party or by the voters, and netanyahu wants power over all else, fuck the hostages.

He doesn't WANT to answer for his actions in front of his citizens. It's no coincidence that he is willing to be interviewed by the foreign press but no Israeli papers or channels; it's no coincidence that he refuses to allow the Israeli negotiators to come up creative solutions, instead giving them extreme restrictions. And his absolute refusal to even acknowledging the possible existence of a future Palestinian state is going to fuck Israel over in unimaginable ways

In short, fuck Hamas, fuck Netanyahu and the current extreme right wing government, #bringthemhome #freegazafromhamas and #ceasefirenow

As usual, I recommend a mix of Haaretz, the NYT, and the wall street journal as my favorite although never unbiased journalism on i/p. It is so important that we all understand that nobody is unbiased about any political issue, including me, and especially not about Israel and Palestine. It is an extremely charged subject that is best parsed out by reading from a variety of sources, and always noting that if something is only quoted or referenced by sources from one "side", it's frankly probably not true.

I hope for the best, and may this nightmare end as soon as possible

[himewonu]

RED FISH, BLUE FISH ; lee seokmin

summary when vandalizing your seat by writing how you’re done with love creates more vandlism by a response the next day in blue sharpie starring dokyeom x gn! reader genre fluff, hs au, i stole this from my old blog that i stole from a pinoy movie, this has nothing to do with dr seuss contains vandalism, idk what else word count 0.6k

from rhin，again, i have no creativity to whip up a new fic so i’m stealing one from my old blog bc i can and it’s my blog. i am flwoie and flwoie is me pls dont cancel me for plagirising myself😢

you’re done with love.

this is the fourth time you’ve gone on a date with some weird guy. they keep getting worse every time. your first date couldn’t stop talking and not letting you say a word, followed by your second one, who didn’t want to pay for his food, and your third one, well, he couldn’t stop calling you insecure—when you weren’t. if your friend sets you up on another one, you might as well just go for the first one.

she shows you instagram profiles of other boys who find you interesting—from what she’s heard by others. you interrupt her and slightly push her phone away from your face.

“(name), trust me, they’re not going to be as bad as the others!” she urges.

“you said that last time. i’m done, jisun.” you clicked on the top of your pen and started jotting words down on your wooden desk.

‘I'M DONE WITH LOVE!’

you pointed out your writing on the table to jisun, making her roll her eyes.

‘wow, emo. are you heartbroken?’

those were the words that were written below yours in blue sharpie when you walked into class the next day. you pulled out a pen and wrote down your response next to theirs.

'not really. men just irritate me. speaking of which, are you a guy?’

jisun walks in and sits next to you, observing that you’re not only writing on your table but also smiling ear to ear.

“what’s got you smiling now?”

“look,” you say, tapping on the ink engraved on the table, “someone replied to my vandal.” she leans in to read your messages.

“very modern,” she sarcastically remarks. “who knows, that could be the love of your life.”

“you’re crazy. what 'love of my life’ are you talking about? we don’t even know anything about them.”

she nudges your arm after she puts her notebooks on her desk. “but, (name), admit it. you’re excited,” she teases.

seokmin eagerly walks into class as it is about to start and quickly sits down in his seat to look at your response. he grins and looks around to see if any of his classmates saw him.

he waited for everyone to leave after his class ended. his friend urges him to leave with him so they’ll do their project, but all he replies is that he’ll follow along. as his friend left, he popped off the cap of his sharpie and replied to your message.

'not all men, i’m different from them.’

you looked at the message and started writing your response as you waited for your teacher to start class.

“what if we skipped our next class? so we can see who’s answering your messages,” jisun suggests.

“no way. we’re going to be absent from our next class just because you’re curious about who’s answering.”

“nuh uh, it’s for love.”

from there, your conversations continued, with more of yours and his other friends being invested in this so-called love series.

'so you’re a guy. well, i hope you’re different from them.’

'hah! i’m a good guy :)’

'really now?’

jisun grabs your pen right after you finish writing, continuing your message with her writing.

'really now? do you have a girlfriend?’

'nope. i don’t think anyone would want to date me. what about you?’

she squeals at his response, lightly pushing you back and forth. “he’s single, (name), he’s single!” you scoff and ignore her antics.

'me neither. my friend won’t stop setting me up on dates.’

seokmin hasn’t replied to your message since. he’s afraid that this might be his last chance at love. he’s been rejected by so many girls, all for the same reason.

he just wasn’t good enough.

you thought the conversation ended there. it’s been days since you last wrote that, and the ink is starting to fade. jisun lost hope as well until the end of the week.

'maybe she can set us up together?’

“hurry up and ask for his name. i might know him!” she exclaims as you quickly write an answer.

'i’d love that. i’m (name).’

'seokmin :)’

svt masterlist .ᐟ

[mailuvsjayke]

can you write about Jake gets injuries on purpose just to see his crush who’s working at the hospital?

18+ mdni

note: we live for desperate jakeu (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

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Clamping down on his fingernails as he patiently waits for you, eyes twitching, mouth contorted into a pretty grin, wincing at the pain of his tragic scrape.

"Is this seriously it?" You deadpanned, staring at the reddened and rough skin present on his left shin, though it was big and intimidating, it wasn't even bleeding.

"You took me off my break for this? Please don't be ridiculous."

"I promise it really hurts, call me dramatic."

He stares at you, eyes wide with interest, lips all swollen from how much he's been picking and biting at the skin.

Watching your every move, admiring the skill in your craft when it comes to the medical field, his favourite nurse for god knows how long, but he hasn't settled for less in a woman ever since.

And every woman that isn't you will always be less.

"The third time you've come in with measly injuries that you could easily kiss yourself and put a silly bandaid on." You groaned, taking hydrogen peroxide from the cabinet.

"Isn't this worse than the others? Are you seriously underestimating my wound? Such a bad bad nurse, aren't you.." His voice going up and octave, playfully mocking you and enjoying your obvious irritation.

Call him masochistic, but he can't help it, seeing your face gets him on easily, so bad he can cum by just staring at those pretty features that compliment each other so well.

Watching you move back and forth to gather materials, eyes strained and red, hair a bit disheveled, you must've been working overnight, but it could only feed into his imagination.

Even in an outfit pure white and conservative, his mind undresses you everytime you glance away, letting his pants tighten more and more.

"Just make this easier for me and don't move." Your voice ultimately exhausted and sick of his appearances at this point.

Kneeling down, comfortably adjusting your ponytail before getting to work patching him up, giving him a slightly reassuring look as you held the hydrogen peroxide dipped cotton pad with tweezers, eyes looking so inviting that he choked down a pathetic moan.

His mind a mess, your hand nestled on his right inner thigh, keeping it open slightly as you gently dabbed against the wound on his shin tenderly.

He moaned and winced, not out of pain, but out of self resistance to not pull his pants down and stuff your face full of him. Seeing you in such a vulnerable position made the tip of his cock angrily rub raw against his boxers.

The way your thighs looked fuller, chest puffed out and your back arched closer to him as you continued to do your job, he almost felt bad, knowing you weren't aware of the thoughts racing through his mind.

"Done, I hope you were focusing this time, so you'd know what to do yourself if another accident like this happens." You announce, setting your tools down to let out a huff of breath.

Your confidence was cut short as you felt a hand making it's way to the back of your head, squeezing your hair before pushing gently.

"Jake—"

He pushed harder, catching you surprised as your face made contact with his crotch, his hard on bulging against your cheek embarrassingly hard. It felt warm as well as wet, you couldn't tell if he's came in his pants or if he's leaking precum.

Moaning softly, your eyes shut closed, letting your self rub your face all up against him, amused by how little resistance Jake showed towards you.

With one slightly harsh pull to your hair, causing you to whine from the sudden force, staring up at Jake with submission, your face looked all busted, how could you not when he quite literally teased you by rubbing his clothed cock right up your face?

He grinned out of amusement, stroking the top of your head.

"Say.. is the door locked?"

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i need help and the only way to save me is by letting me suck jake's cock idk hahaha

i wrote this in the middle of the night while half asleep so forgive me for any mistaakeess TT

[wooziorgans]

13:27

pairing: woozi x reader

warnings: this one is set up kind of weird,,, it goes back n forth between past n present idk I hope it reads okay. hoshi doesn’t like reader initially. vernon makes a “they hit the pentagon” joke. idk just woozi n reader being in love n saying it for the first time.

word count: 1.5k

you don’t exactly know what’s going on with jihoon, but you suspect that he’s (in some way) superhuman. something about him is weird, and your speculation is that he has two hearts; one for seventeen, one for you.

he’s been a little different lately. ever since the two of you made it official, he’s been a lot softer. he’s more lenient with letting you touch him. often times, he seeks out your attention on his own. it’s very clear that he loves you, that he’s in love with you, you just can’t quite understand how it even happened.

jihoon has so much love to give in general. while he might not be the best with his words out loud, his actions speak volumes for him. even as friends, he always just seemed to know. he knew if something was wrong, if you were upset. he knew if you had something to tell him, if certain things he did made you happy. small quirks of his that you loved more than anything would make you smile softly with this look in your eyes, and he would do them more often just to see you happy like that.

jihoon always knows, and while he’s not good at saying it, he hopes that you know that he loves you.

and you do. you know he loves you. it’s a little strange transitioning from the dynamic you two had as best friends to partners. he used to groan whenever you wanted to hold hands. now, he gets shy and the tips of his ears redden when your fingers brush his. jihoon has changed, and it’s been for the better.

it was soonyoung who had given you two the final push towards confessing to each other. “he loves you a lot, y’know?” he had said one night. it was after seventeen’s monthly meeting, and vernon had decided to rent out an arcade for the night as his chosen activity. without even a word from jihoon, everyone seemed to have the same idea.

“yes, you can bring y/n.” seungkwan was the one to verbalize the groups collective thought. and so here you were, racing against soonyoung in mario kart at the arcade.

being civil with soonyoung was still a new concept to you. it wasn’t that you and soonyoung had it out for each other, it’s just that he was very hesitant about your presence. jihoon hadn’t really mentioned you much, and then he started bringing you to hang out with the rest of seventeen, and soonyoung had his suspicions.

he just didn’t trust this new figure, one that claimed his spot as jihoon’s best friend. god forbid, jihoon confessed in a drunk phone call that he was in love with you, and soonyoung became even more suspicious of you. he didn’t know your intentions, and he had yet to see if you had jihoon’s best interest at heart for himself.

“hoon, i don’t think he likes me very much.” you had confessed, back slumped against the mirror in the practice room as soonyoung had basically been holding mingyu at gun point to run over a specific part of the dance they had just learned again. jihoon laughed softly, hand awkwardly patting you on the head.

“it’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s just that he doesn’t know you and he’s being careful. i’m sure he’ll come around soon.” and jihoon was right. all it took to absolve months of tension between you and soonyoung was giving him a little tiger plushie you had found at a pop up market the week prior.

he had gawked at it, and then smiled at you before speaking. “okay, i like you.” and he ran off, out of jihoon’s studio without another word or the chance for you to even say anything after handing it to him.

“i know he does. i-i love him too. he’s very important to me.” soonyoung laughed softly, before cursing as he got hit with a red shell.

“you’re in love with him. it’s okay.” and maybe kwon soonyoung had all of the secrets to the universe, or maybe it was just obvious. whatever was going on in this arcade, it caused you to lose the race, hands freezing on the steering wheel.

“you lost to soonyoung?” it was jihoon. of course it was. he threw his arm around your shoulder, ruffling your hair softly. the dumbstruck look on your face still didn’t change. one: because soonyoung of all people was able to tell that you were in love with jihoon. two: because you had just lost a game of mario kart to kwon soonyoung.

soonyoung had shot jihoon a look, nodding softly, and it all clicked for jihoon.

vernon had peaked around the arcade machine and muttered something that sounded a bit too much like they hit the fucking pentagon when he saw the look on both of your faces. joshua shoved him, and soonyoung found his exit as you and jihoon stared at each other.

“we’ll talk about it later, okay? just enjoy yourself here. can you do that for me? just for tonight.” jihoon had all but whispered. you listened, and let him kick your ass at guitar hero.

a week later in the privacy of his apartment you talked about it. both of you cried. both of you felt stupid for wasting so much time by dancing around each other. but a week later, you were together. officially.

you think there’s something wrong with jihoon because being in love makes him a better person. he denies this fact vehemently, but everyone else agrees with you on it. love makes him softer. he’s less stubborn, more willing to work on communication; sure he has a long way to go, but he’s less emotionally constipated than he used to be.

what gives him away is his eyes. they say the eyes are the window to the soul, and you’d have to agree. while he’s often blunt and abrasive towards those who don’t know him well, jihoon’s eyes give him away everytime. he’s not the cold caricature people draw of him. he’s sweet. jihoon is so sweet, and you tell him so often. he might roll his eyes at you when you say it, but there’s a certain amount of love in them that’s reserved just for you.

“there’s something wrong with you.” you’re having dinner with him in the studio.

jihoon just laughs. “yeah, i know. i work too much. we’ve been over this before.” he shovels rice into his mouth.

“no. not like that,” you sigh, picking at your own food. “you have so much love to give. i don’t know how you do it.” jihoon doesn’t say anything. he just looks at you as he puts down his chopsticks, urging you to continue.

“like, between me and seventeen, i don’t know how you do it. you just… you care about all of us. you’ve loved the guys long before you met me, and then i come into the picture and you still have love to give. i don’t know how you do it. and i can’t figure out why.” jihoon stares at you. it was obvious that he loved you, sure, anyone could see that. but almost six months into this relationship and he hasn’t been able to say it. neither of you have ever said the L word, even in conversation.

“i—” he starts, and you shake your head softly.

“you don’t have to say it, jihoon. it’s okay. i know you do.” but he shakes his head and clears his throat softly.

“no. i want to say it, i just don’t know how.” he shifts in his spot on the couch, fingers twitching as if they were reaching out to you.

“it doesn’t have to be anything extraordinary. sometimes just saying it on its own is enough.” you turn to him, hand finding his as you brush the back of his hand with your thumb. he doesn’t pull away or flinch. he just basks in it; in the feeling of your hand on his, and the way you look in the afternoon sunlight.

“i love you.” it’s simple, like him, but it’s enough. it’s enough because you can feel it everywhere in everything he does.

“i love you too.” you push your head against his, and he smiles. jihoon smiles so brightly that it reaches his eyes. he leans in carefully, and kisses you with the same tenderness he always has.

you know that there’s nothing wrong with jihoon. you know he has one heart, and it’s all yours.

a/n: these little time stamp thingys r supposed to be short but I got carried away whoops. also reminder that my requests are open!!! also also tysm for all the love on the last one of these that I did woahhh. glad we r all in love w jihoon amen.

[iamnmbr3]

Hey! I remember a while ago you said you were working on a sort of funny sort of serious drarry letter writing fic or something like that? Are you still writing it and if so could we see a little bit of it?

Hi anon! I am in fact still working on that fic. The premise is that basically a few years after the war Harry, who hasn't seen Draco since the trials, gets annoyed with Rita Skeeter asking him questions about whether he spoke at Draco's trial because there was some secret enemies-to-lovers thing going on and sarcastically agrees...not thinking about the fact that sarcasm doesn't translate well in print (especially when Rita has NO incentive to explain the context). Draco owls him about it and they start writing back and forth. Just a fun little cracky scenario I entertained myself with. I am still working on it though I've never published a fic before and idk if I'll actually post this.

If you like you can see a tiny excerpt from towards the beginning below the cut. Tho obviously it's still in draft form and in order to publish I'd need a beta to help me remove any egregious americanisms since I learned American English and also to figure out how to get it to format properly on AO3.

Potter,

Thank you for your reply. 

Frankly I am shocked that the quote is genuine. I had assumed it entirely fabricated or misreported by an unreliable secondary source. Do you mean to tell me you actually answered a question from Rita Skeeter of all people with the words “Yeah, that’s right. Everyone who thought we hated each other in school just couldn’t recognize the obvious romantic tension”? You actually said that? To Rita Skeeter. 

You needn’t worry about forcing the Prophet to issue a retraction on my account. As I said, it’s not my (less than sterling) reputation that’s being besmirched by this story. I am happy to let the story die on its own if you are. (Personally, I vastly prefer this coverage to the last time I was of interest to the press.). Do whatever you think is best. 

For your convenience I have attached a blank scroll since clearly you must be desperately short on stationary. Why else would anyone send back a response written on the back of the original message?

Sincerely, 

D. M.

P.S. It was five years, not six. 

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Yes. I really said it. No “unreliable secondary source” (like you in fourth year you mean?) necessary. I was being sarcastic! It’s not my fault she left out the context! I probably should've seen it coming, but what was I supposed to do? Hermione made me promise not to hex any more reporters. 

I have a question though. If  you didn’t think the quote was real and you don’t want me to stop the rumors, why did you write to me in the first place?  

By the way, I forgot to say in the last letter. Tell your mum sorry about the reporters outside the Manor. Has she considered using the Fidelius Charm to hide the location? Or the location of your flat, for that matter. That’s what I do to keep them away from my house. 

Also, Hermione says wasting paper is bad. There is plenty of room on the back of this scroll so I don’t see why I shouldn’t use it.  

Harry 

P.S. Five years? So is nose breaking supposed to be a secret Pureblood friendship ritual or something? 

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Potter,

One does not write letters on the back of other correspondence. It is simply not the done thing. Furthermore, as we can use magic, we can simply replicate an existing piece of paper indefinitely, thus preventing waste. The need to conserve and recycle paper is a purely muggle concept, though an ingenious one. I still don’t really understand how they can turn certain used materials into new objects without magic, though my neighbors have tried to explain it to me. 

Yes, just like me in fourth year (something I hope you know is included on the long list of things I deeply and sincerely regret about my past).

If you must know, I wrote to you because I thought you might suspect I’d planted the story for my own purposes. Clearly I vastly overestimated your ability to handle reporters. For future reference, silence is a wonderful way to prevent unfortunate quotes from appearing in print. 

Our previous correspondence two years ago made it clear to me you wouldn’t welcome further contact (I don’t mean to accuse you; I wouldn’t have wanted to associate with me either) but I didn’t think you would believe me if I simply denied it directly, and I was eager to avoid the impression that I would repay you for your forbearance with the same petty duplicity you had come to expect from me. I apologize if I’ve done the wrong thing. 

Unfortunately, both my mother and I are forbidden from concealing our residences with the Fidelius Charm until our respective five year Ministry-ordered probationary periods have expired. 

I will pass along your apologies next time I see her, though they are hardly necessary. 

Yours,

DM

P.S. I only meant that the incident on the train was about more than misguided feelings of rivalry. I blamed you (unfairly) for my father’s imprisonment and for my family’s sudden fall from grace both in mainstream wizarding society and among the ranks of the Death Eaters, and for the task that subsequently fell on me as a result of my father’s failure. It was my first true experience with any kind of hardship and I handled it extremely poorly. A better person would have questioned the ideologies and actions that led them to that point, but instead I sank further into the darkness that will now overshadow the rest of my life.

[rainbowcarousels]

Hi there, your friendly neighbourhood lore nerd has been summoned. I did a shit ton of LOVELESS research last year but obviously, there are chances I've missed things or I'm off. There's your disclaimer.

LOVELESS as far as I can tell is an epic like Edda or Beowolf. Given the resemblence of the language to the translations of the Cetran tablet in the Omega reports by Grimoire Valentine and Lucrecia Crescent, I'm inclined to believe the original poem is Cetran as it has a lot of the same themes. For exmaple, 'When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end' sounds like the Weapons to me.

There is also a comparison here:

Loveless Act IV: 'My soul, corrupted by vengeance Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey In my own salvation.'

Lucrecia's translation of the Cetran tablet: 'Soul wought of terra corrupt, Quelling impurity, Purging the stream To beckon forth an ultimate fate.'

The poem is split into the prologue and Acts I-IV, with Act V missing. We do see Genesis's version of Act V at the end of Crisis Core too, but Act V is still missing. It appears to be part of the cultural zeitgeist, as many people seem to have seen it such as you would a famous play or have read a famous book. There is a street named after it in Midgar and it's littered all over the compilation with one of the more interesting places it showing up being Genesis's limit break, Apocalypse.

Even Cid quotes the ending of the version he saw, which seems to be of Act III.

Take a look at the differences between the poem, the interpretation in Crisis Core and the ending Cid remembers in the original game:

Act III My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return An Interpretation of Act III 'As the war sends the world hurling towards destruction The prisoner departs with his newfound love And embarks on a new journey He is guided by hope that the gift will bring bliss And the oath that he swore to his friends Though no oath is shared between the lovers In their hearts they know they will meet again' The Play "The sister of the lead asks her lover, 'Do you really have to leave?' And the guy says, 'I promised. The people I love, are waiting.' '…I don't understand. Not at all. But…please take care of yourself.' 'Of course… I'll come back to you. Even if you don't promise to wait. I'll return knowing that you'll be here.'"

It's also worth noting that the last line seems to be one of the more famous ones as even Kunsel quotes it. If you consider the song of Rebirth is 'No Promises to Keep', it likely also has some roots in LOVELESS interpretation so it is basically this cultural phenomenon that impacts the people deeply. The version we see with Jessie - the G edition - is very clock punk interpretive dance which feels fitting in a story about time and worlds. We even see our descending goddess stripped of her wings, the three friends and the lovers depicted in a way that feels very much in line with the original poem and interpretation.

However you can already see how the story wording shifts and changes depending on the interpretation. The plays and books based on the epic are likely interpretations of the original and I agree the poem itself is likely a much larger piece with just bits a pieces being spouted. You also see things like the Princess Rosa story from Rebirth which is part of a LOVELESS interpretation, so you will find some interpretations attempt to be faithful retellings and other iterations are more like the way that 10 Things I Hate About You is based on the Taming of the Shrew.

My interpretation for whatever that's worth is that LOVELESS has it's origins in the first Cetran encounter with Jenova and the fallout from it. It basically sounds as if LOVELESS is a collection of stories in an epic poem set around an era when the planet looked as if it was about to undergo an apocalypse due to the mass deaths due to Jenova's influence and the way she incites war. I think (SPOILERS?) we even see some of this in Rebirth with Wutai.

The story that Omega would awaken and the lifestream would gather itself and seed new life on a new planet, taking with it only the spirits it deems worthy of taking for rebirth (DoC notes anyone who had Geostigma is not worthy) while a war wages seemingly not just with the Cetra and Jenova but with humanity too.

These were likely oral stories passed down from the era written down about four thousand years later. I believe the sacrifice may even have been the mutated (Cetran?) host that we see Jenova inside in the main game which might explain why Gast assumed it was Cetran remains. Shiva - the original person the summon is based on - helped her away in the Northern Crater in the hopes of finding salvation in keeping her in hibernation.

Of course it also mirrors the main story, but I think in universe, that it is an epic based on a collection of stories passed down through oral tradition, written down at some point and interpreted in a variety of ways. Genesis probably has more interpretations on his shelf than he's proud of, if only to have notes scribbled all over some of them because they are clearly WRONG okay, he would know.

Honestly I’m confused af as to why LOVELESS is a wholeass book. What do they do, put one word on each page??

but in all seriousness, maybe it’s like an epic. The poem could be a prologue or someth then the actual story is essentially what we see in the play?

[asuyaka]

Eyyy it's been a while since I've requested anything, and since I'm back to my JJK brain rot how about a good old request for my favorite dead divorced gay couple?(how are we copin', manga readers?)

So idk if you've ever seen or heard of the "Missing Halloween" animation on YouTube, BUT--

What if satosugu found out that Reader(who they were very close with) was actually the spirit of an past special grade student that died in a mission by the hands of curse users (maybe they raided the school or something, idk it's like- 1AM in here my brain will not remember all the shit that happens in the JJK lore to make a coherent plot point) and now just roams around near the school, and that explains why everyone just seemingly ignored Reader's presence completely and gave the three weird looks whenever they hung out together. Also I like to think that these two idiots found out about reader's situation after fooling around during detention and accidentally tripping on some dusty old boxes that had some old stuff in it, finding one of those group school year pics from when Yaba was the boys' age and Reader was also in the pic from when they were still alive.

In much simpler words, Satosugu x ghost!reader that they didn't knew was a ghost until they found a picture of Reader's academic years.

-🌈, Anon.

★ - JJK brainrot 's so real f' me too !! (Satosugu once 'm get m grubby lil hands on you... >:(( )

☆ - Satosugu x Ghost! Reader !!

♡ - 's nice ta see you again, 🌈 nony !! ヾ(^▽^*))) hope you're doin' well <33 (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ | 'm have seen Missing Halloween! made me s'sad (◞‸◟；) but s sooo bittersweet! m nota huuugee animation fan, but Missing Halloween 's one of m favs! (๑≧▽≦)

Being a ghost is interesting, to put it simply.

You get to see things you never got the chance to when you were alive, like the top of Mount Fuji and the vast streets of Shibuya. Sure, you missed what it was like to eat your favorite food or speak to people, but it's the price you have to pay for your naivety.

You thought you'd be alone, wandering the hallways of Jujutsu High forever until they came.

Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru.

The strongest sorcerers in the modern era.

Shock is an emotion you haven't felt since your death, but you feel it again when you notice that those two can not only see but touch you.

It's an odd feeling. Having someone touch your skin after years (it's only been two) of being dead. Weird, but nice.

"Suguru, back me up here!" Satoru whines, holding his friend by his shoulders and shaking him back and forth.

You and Satoru were arguing about which ice cream flavor was the best. Granted, you haven't had ice cream —or any food for that matter— in a long time, but there was no way you would let Satoru get away with saying Birthday Cake.

"This is your argument, and I like Vanilla." Suguru shrugs and the betrayed look on Satoru's face causes you to giggle.

Satoru turns to face you, chest out and voice boisterous. "Well, [Name], since we can't agree, I guess that means we'll have to go to an ice cream store to find out!

Suguru's face turns blank. "Where in that argument did going to an ice cream place happen?"

"Right now, duh." You huff, rolling your eyes dramatically.

"No, guys, I don't have money, and I'm not taking you dumbasses to an ice cream place at this hour." Suguru's voice is stern; like there's no room for back-and-forth bickering.

You three were now at a small ice cream shop a few minutes away from Jujutsu High.

You tried not to talk to Suguru and Satoru much, so to bystanders it wouldn't look like they were talking to literal air, but they didn't get the hint and kept talking to you anyway.

Sometimes you wonder if they even know you're a ghost.

The way Satoru uses you as a headrest (you're putting spiders in his bed tonight) and how Suguru tends to maintain eye contact when he talks to you (earning a couple of odd stares from some in the store), you’re 99.9% sure they think you’re a real person.

Which you are, obviously, but you’re only technically real to them. Why that is, you aren’t exactly sure yourself.

Before you three get to the counter, you make up a fake excuse of having to use the bathroom. You tell them the flavor you want, make sure Satoru doesn’t do anything weird, and order the flavor with the most sugar (you aren’t 100% sure if you can even eat but it’s worth trying) before you excuse yourself. 

You make your way to the roof, sitting on the edge and looking out into the city. It’s calming. 

You’ve always enjoyed how relaxing it was to be able to see people going about their lives, the soft breeze sounding through your ears accompanied by the smell of ice cream and bread from nearby stores.

It’s nice. 

From the corner of your eye, you spot Suguru and Satoru sitting at an outside table. They were talking amongst each other as they presumably waited for you, an empty spot only held by a cup of ice cream filled with your favorite flavor.

You drop down at the back of the store, brushing the dust off your body and making your way to where Suguru and Satoru are sitting.

“Jeez! Took you long enough.” Satoru rolls his eyes and immediately starts eating his ice cream. 

Suguru rolls his eyes. His posture is the same as always, a man spread and his arms crossed only breaking whenever he needs to eat his ice cream as well. 

Huffing, you kick Satoru underneath the table. Blowing a raspberry before taking a bite of the ice cream.

Good news, you can eat.

Bad news, you don’t taste a single thing.

Well… they don’t need to know that. They’re having fun, your inability to taste shouldn’t spoil that for them.

“Satoru, Yaga’s going to kill us if he finds us, you know?” Suguru huffs, keeping watch as Satoru looks through the yearbook of past students in Jujutsu High.

“Oh, hush!” Satoru kicks him in the knee, gasping when he finds a book tucked away behind several (thankfully sleeping) cursed corpses.

Satoru grins. “Found one.”

Suguru takes one final glance at the hallway before turning to see what Satoru dragged him here for in the dead of night (or early in the morning depending on the way you look at it).

They flip through the yearbook, snickering when they see what Yaga looked like two years ago. His buzz is shorter — if that’s even possible — but he still has his stone-cold resting face.

They make it to the back of the book, where there’s a special section dedicated to students who died before the year is over.

Really, Satoru was looking for what [Name] looked like when he was younger. He’s suspected you were older than the two of them since he never sees you during school.

“Satoru… is– is that…?” Suguru’s voice is weary as his finger points at a photo of some dude he recognizes.

A boy he recognizes.

It’s your picture, you look the same as you do now. “What’s he doing here? We see him all the time– right Suguru?” 

Suguru pales. “Is that why Shoko calls us crazy? [Name] isn’t alive—”

“Yes, he is!” Satoru almost yells. The book drops from his hands with a thump! small colors of blue peeking out from the bottom of his sunglasses.

“We can touch him, we can see him!” Satoru stomps his foot. “How is that possible if he’s dead, huh?!”

“He might be a cursed sp—”

“Then the curse alarm would’ve sounded!” Satoru’s voice sounds like it’s tethering over an edge. He’s confused– he’s known [Name] for as long as his first year, you, him, and Suguru are inseparable so why can Suguru accept the fact that you’re (supposedly) dead?!

“Let’s ask him then, is that okay?” Suguru puts his hand directly on Satoru’s shoulder, moving his thumb slightly for comfort. 

The albino takes a deep breath to calm himself. He shouldn’t be mad at Suguru, he loves Suguru.

So, he does what Suguru says. He lets Suguru lead the way to where they found you the first time. Close to the artifact warehouse but closer to the forest that surrounds Jujutsu High.

You’re there. Sitting on the grass as you stare longingly at a bird.

The sound of rocks crunching under their feet must give them away because in a second you lock eyes with Suguru, a soft smile on your face.

“Suguru!” Your voice is warm– comforting even. “What are you guys doing here? Aren’t you guys breaking curfew?”

“Are you dead?”

Satoru’s blunt question causes your body to freeze. He sounds angry. Maybe it’s because you didn’t tell them that you were a ghost, and they somehow found out themselves.

You weren’t all that popular when you were alive. You were an adequate sorcerer with mediocre abilities. Nothing that puts you out there– not like the two in front of you anyway.

“Y-Yeah?” You avert your eyes sheepishly. “I mean, I died a few years ago so—”

“Why didn’t you tell us anything?” Satoru cuts you off, the hand still holding Suguru’s tightens slightly.

Why didn’t you tell them? Because they’d stop hanging out with you? Were you scared you’d lose the only people who know you’re still technically here?

Because you’re bound to this school and have only ever left because your attachment somehow shifted to Satoru and Suguru.

Ah, that’s why.

You were scared to be left alone. That’s why every time you could, you’d rush over to where they were. Engage in conversation with them, and do mildly illegal things with them because they make you feel wanted.

“I guess… I was scared you two would stop hanging out with me..?” You let out a laugh even though nothing is funny. “You two are the only people who know I still exist, so I thought if you figured out I was a ghost…”

“— that we’d stop talking to you altogether?” Suguru finishes for you and you can’t help but nod.

“That’s stupid! We fight curses, why do you think being a ghost is going to stop anything?!” Satoru grabs you by the shoulder. You’re sure his grip hurts, but you can’t exactly feel pain anymore.

“Yeah, I know…” Your hand touches Satoru’s forearm. “Now that you know… it doesn’t change anything between us… right?”

The longer the silence stretches the more anxiety swallows you whole. If they stop talking to you or start avoiding you, you aren’t sure what you’ll be bound to.

Maybe that spot by the artifact warehouse. You’ll be forced to stay there– alone, with no one to talk to, no one to make you feel alive.

“Of course, not.” Suguru’s voice is warm, it makes something well up in your eyes.

“Sure, it might be weird since sorcerers can’t see you, but you’re our friend. You just have to promise not to keep life-altering secrets from us. Right, Satoru?”

Satoru huffs, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. “You owe me, stupid ghost boy!”

A smile stretches across your face and you’re unaware of the warmth rolling down your cheeks. “I’m glad.”

You won’t be alone.

You’ll be able to talk to them, now that they know your biggest secret.

You’ll have Satoru and Suguru, and they’ll have you.

Maybe being dead– or being a ghost isn’t so bad after all.

[ruumiinlaulaja]

So I rewatched Mastermind, specifically the court scene. It's interesting to observe this near constant back and forth between Andrealphus and Vassago. It's quite obvious they know each other. But it's unclear how well they know each other. Just how deep is the connection between them, I wonder?

When we first see them, Andre hasn't even started talking yet, and Vassago is already glaring directly at him. Andre might be looking at Vassago too, it's hard to tell, but it feels significant that they’re directly opposite from one another, on the opposite ends of the room. At this point nobody knows Andre is going to be in the spotlight, but Vassago certainly seems to pay attention to him. Therefore, he absolutely knows this bitch and he knows he's up to something. There is history between the two of them.

The "okay, Vassago, shut the fuck up" line is the most obvious implication about their familiarity. I also find it interesting how Vassago is the only one standing up to Andre and has no problem challenging him or yelling at him. And yet, after Andre's emotional burst, Vassago pretty much dismisses him, apparently knowing there's no point arguing with him. This also implies there is deeper familiarity between them.

After Blitz blurts out ”if I wanted to kill Stolas I would have done it myself” and unintentionally incriminates himself, Andre is looking directly at Vassago to see his reaction. And he smirks. At Vassago. Nobody else. Why does he need to convince Vassago of all people? 🤔 Sus. Also, when Satan sentences Blitz, it’s interesting how they show Andre and Vassago and their reactions almost back to back like that.

Idk it all feels very intentional. It feels like there’s a small story being told through these small details. At least to me it feels significant, because these moments show how they notice each other and watch each other throughout the whole scene, even when neither of them are in the spotlight.

So, what's up? Are they frenemies? Enemies to lovers? Lovers to enemies?? Lovers to enemies and back to lovers??? Ugh just fuck him and shut him up, Vassago.

Of course I might be reading too much into this (probably because I'm pretty desperate to see my silly ship together lmao), but I certainly hope the connection between them is more than ”they know each other from goetian social functions”.

Also, why confirm them as gay if this detail is not going to get explored in any way? Sure, the subject of their sexuality can be handled in many ways (and potentially never get "explored" in canon, as characters can just exist as gay without it being a big deal), and it certainly doesn't have to automatically lead to romantic storylines. I just find it interesting how out of all the goetias it's these two specifically that have been confirmed as gay (in addition to Stolas) - and Vassago's sexuality got confirmed before he even appeared in the show. Surely, that has to mean something?

....please?

tl;dr: I’m going to be really sad if there won’t be any sort of established (past or future) relationship between these two in canon. I really want to see more scenes between Andrealphus and Vassago.

tl;dr2: I really want them to fuck.

[astupidweeb69]

hello!! I am kinda nervous to write this bc I absolutely love your writing and the way you portray Toby is just so real. I love how you make him both a loser and a force of nature, like just bc he has no rizz doesn't mean he can't do anything lol. But I was lowkey thinking about your stories the other day and like, what if Y/N also had some screws loose? Like he pops up at her house covered in the blood of some guy who wouldn't leave her alone and instead of calling the police like a smart person she's just like: " 😳 omg you did this for me??" I know it's unrealistic and silly but it's also kind of interesting???

Ticci Toby x Violent! Reader

Toby with an unhinged reader? Well - there's a recipe for disaster lmao.

I know I said I'm not taking requests but this ended up becoming a scenario. I just had some inspo - hope this is what you were looking for! Because the reader isn't submissive? Idk

Y/N has some messed-up thoughts and there are mentions of violence under the cut!:

The reader I imagine in this case would have only seen how cringey Toby is - thinking he was just a creepy guy who's taken a liking to them and would avoid him at all costs. Probably up until this point assume that he's a wimp (Toby would initially try his best to seem weaker and unassuming when he approaches the person he likes)

The scenario I imagine is that Y/N grew up around conflict, and is fully comfortable around violence, even throwing a few punches themselves here and there. Maybe ended up in Juvie when they were younger and now works in some retail job - something where they regularly interact with the general public.

A customer tries to hit on Y/N when Toby's there - big mistake.

But Toby doesn't say anything at first.

He doesn't have to.

Y/N immediately shuts the customer down. But the guy doesn't let up. Curses are thrown back and forth, Y/N's wrist is grabbed.

He touched you.

Toby doesn't like that. Not one bit.

You get reprimanded by your boss after you punched the unruly customer in the face.

Luckily they didn't press charges.

You had a bit of an edge, from your surly demeanor and fucked sense of humor, but Toby had no idea you'd do that.

Kind of turned him on. He knew he picked you for a reason.

But alas, that was the extent of your revenge. You already had a record of aggravated assault and you didn't need another one added to the list.

Luckily for you that scrawny, lanky boy who always stared at you when he came in had a plan in motion.

Late at night, a knock on the door wakes you up from a nap on the couch. Of course, you look through the peephole first before answering.

Red.

Everything is red.

Only until you hear a familiar voice pipe up do you realize who it is.

Toby.

The blood covered so much of his face it was hard to point out who he was at first.

He speaks to you through the door, somehow already knowing you're there.

And he tells you what he did.

It takes a moment for you to process all the grizzly details, the way he followed the man, cornered him in an alley, and beat him so hard he'd pretty sure he cracked his skull on the brick wall.

He sounded giddy about it. Gleeful.

He was far from the loser you thought he was.

And you liked it.

Liked that he did that for you.

After all, in your head, hurting someone for someone else was the greatest form of love. It was the kind of devotion you'd always dreamed of from a partner.

You open the door.

Toby is surprised, but soon sees a look on your face he recognized. The kind of expression of sick joy and arousal that comes with blood lust.

You're blushing too. Blushing for him.

Everything was finally coming together perfectly, and once you let him into your home, he's never going to leave.

The relationship would start right off the bat. Toby is one to rush things.

It's all to claim you. Both mentally and physically. So you're attached to the hip pretty much. Expect a lot of PDA (Toby does not care who sees lol)

And a reader who's fully on board?

Yeah you're going to bring out the worst in each other. He'll encourage you to do more crimes, to get bloodier, to join him.

It would be a very bad situation for everyone involved.

But especially for anyone unfortunate enough to cross the paths of you two lovebirds.

[primalsouls]

May I request Miya being reader's older brother🫶🫶

hii!

of course! here it is! it got longer than i wanted it to be lol hope you like it! :D

dragonfly

miya chinen x gn!sibling!reader (platonic)

theme: fluff

warning: none... though lots of dialogues.

summary: reki and langa were minding their own business when a kid sneaks up on them, scaring them. they come to learn they are miya’s little sibling. and it seemed they have a way of calling people mean names.

notes: idk what to put as a title. the little reader is inspired by one of my ocs who has an interest in lizards, dragons, and anything reptile-related, lol also reader is 6 yrs-old. i was gonna go with the reader being 2 or 3 younger than miya but i got stuck with the idea of the reader being much younger bc i thought it would bd cute that miya has a little sibling around that age haha xD anyway, hope you all enjoy! comments, reblogs, tags, & other feedback are appreciated! 💚

langa and reki sat on the steps of the park as they waited for a certain small skater to teach langa some new tricks. but it had been almost two hours since the last text message reki sent to miya.

“you sure he said he was coming?” langa asked, rolling his skate back and forth in front of him. reki nodded, sending another text to let miya know they were still waiting for him. their stomachs growled, having to skip breakfast to meet up with the younger boy. a sigh left their lips collectively, their heads hanging low. but langa’s head shot up with a horrified look on his face. reki looked over before backing away with a cry as he pointed at the figure next to langa with his own frightened look on his tanned face. langa followed suit, backing away and behind the red-haired skater.

“wha—! what!?” reki pointed at the small figure crouched on their spot where langa sat. regaining his composure quickly, the redhead blinked when he noticed it was a child. who looked oddly familiar to a friend of theirs. the child looked up with curiosity filled in their eyes, lips parted opened the slightest. “what? a kid?” reki said, raising a brow as he placed his hands on his waist. langa looked over his best friend, surprised to see a kid as well.

oh, just a kid… do you need anything?” langa asked, stepping away from reki. a small smile was on his face, appearing friendly to the child.

but the kid said nothing, instead they pointed at langa, which caught him off guard. reki watched with a blank look, wondering what the kid was trying to do.

“you… look stupid.” 

“huh?” langa and reki stared at the child with more shock. “huh!? me?” langa pointed at himself, his mouth hanging open. the child only nodded before they stood up, hearing their name being called.

“(name)!? where are you!?” the voice yelled out, getting closer to the park. hearing their name, the child ran over to the entrance, picking their head out to see a green hoodie coming their way. “ah, there you are!” langa and reki walked up as well, curious to see who this child belongs to. their eyes widened when they saw miya skating to a stop in front of them.

“miya!” they said, crossing their arms. 

“you know this kid!?” reki asked, pointing at the child with a raised brow. said kid looked up with their tongue stuck out before running over behind miya’s legs. upon getting a closer look, the two teens could see the slight resemblance between the two. the slightest. their eyes were the only thing they had in common. the child's hair was covered by a red, knitted beanie with what seemed to have small stuffed dragon-like horns on their side of the head. 

“tch. yeah, they're my little sibling.” miya answered, looking down at his sibling with a small frown on his face. “you shouldn't be running around like that. gonna get me grounded.” the cat-like skater said at the youngest, crossing his arms. (name) only pouted cutely up at their older brother with their hands behind their back, knowing miya couldn't stay mad at them. the black-haired skater sighed, hearing the youngest giggled when they saw he was no longer angry. 

reki and langa chuckled, watching the interaction between the siblings. 

“aw, they're so cute… but mean… they called me stupid.” 

“no, i didn't.” (name) said, their face blanked. “i said you look stupid.” 

“they have no shame, huh?” reki deadpanned. 

miya flicked at their forehead. “stop calling others stupid.” he said, getting off his skateboard and picking it up. taking his sibling's hand, he walked them over to the park with a surprised reki and langa. they had never seemed miya acted like this before. all nice and not bite. they both followed the other two back to the park, picking up their own skateboards. 

“so, why did you bring them over?” langa asked. 

miya let go of his sibling's hands, letting them look around the skating park. “my mom told me to, beside he have been begging to see me skate.” the young boy answered. “we took long because i was helping them find their hat that mom made for them. after finding it, we took another long hour trying to find their pet lizard.” reki and langa awed at the thought of a pet lizard. (name) walked back over to the trio, looking up at them. 

“are you gonna skate already? i wanna see you do some tricks.” (name) tugged on miya’s hoodie. 

“you should see langa’s tricks! they're gonna blow your mind!” reki said excitedly, patting the blue-haired boy on the back. (name) shook their head, pointing at miya. 

“i wanna see miya’s. i don't wanna blueberry head's.” (name) stated with a bored face. langa wore an offended look on his face. what had he done to this kid he had never met before. reki laughed, comforting langa by patting his back once more. miya rolled his eyes, flicking at their forehead again. 

“quit making fun of langa.” miya chuckled, putting his skateboard down. “go sit down somewhere where we won't hurt you when we skate.” saia pointed at a safe spot, watching the child walk over and sit down. with his sibling sitting at a safe distance, miya and the other began their practices. there was an upcoming race between miya and another skater at S. he knew his sibling would beg him to take them, but miya didn't really want to risk it. they were much younger than he was, and he didn't trust anyone else to take care of his sibling while he raced. 

(name) watched as their brother did a tre flip trick on his board, smiling widely as they clapped. langa and reki awed at the sight, finding it adorable that their friend's little sibling was encouraging. miya clicked his tongue at the admiration of his sibling, his cheeks dusted with a light pink hue from embarrassment. he still wasn't used to other people praising him genuinely like his little sibling does. 

the group lasted a few hours practicing. (name) rubbing their eyes as they let out a yawn. they had been cheering their brother the whole time, only stopping whenever langa and reki did a trick of their own to impress the young child just for them to ignore and look at their brother instead. reki almost had it and wanted to give them a piece of his mind while being held back by langa, reminding his friend they were miya’s sibling. 

“c'mon, let's head home.” miya said, reaching a hand out for (name) to take. 

“you're still coming tonight, miya?” langa asked, picking up his backpack and board. miya nodded. 

“you're not gonna bring the little squirt?” reki pointed, glaring at the child who glared back at him. miya shook his head. 

“but i wanna! i wanna see you race!” (name) plead, tugging on their brother. miya shook his head again. 

“no, it's too late for you to go. mom's gonna worry if i take you anywhere out at that time.” their mother had a strict curfew for his sibling than she had for him. she loved them both, but she focused more on making sure (name) was safe and sound. both his parents made sure (name) was at home before curfew. miya didn't mind the focus being put on (name), he knew their parents loved them both equally and were supported on whatever they both wanted. but with his sliding being the youngest of the two chine children, they let their oldest do whatever he wanted and focused on taking better care of the youngest. 

“but it's not fair you get to go out…” (name) pouted, their eyes glossing with tears. miya was taken back, unsure of what to do. 

“hey now, dragonfly, don't cry.” reki said, crouching down and gently wiping the kid's tears. “i'll record the race for you, so that way you can watch your big brother skate awesomely. maybe when you're a little more older and learn how to skate, you can watch him race in person. for now, just cheer him on the sidelines, even if you're a bit far away.” reki said, holding out a fist for a fistbump. (name) blinked a few times, sniffing quietly as they reached out with their own little fist and bumped it against reki’s, giggling when the redhead made an explosive motion with his hand. miya was surprised the way reki handled his sibling.

“okay… i'll always cheer for my big brother… you better record him doing his awesome tricks.” (name) said with a determined look in their eyes, tugging their brother's hand to head back home.

“i'll see you guys tonight.” miya bid, walking down the street with his sibling talking his ears off about their pet lizard. 

langa and reki smiled at the pair.

“you handled that well.”

“well, i got three little sisters. though they don't know where i head out every night, but i know they would be similar to what (name) was feeling.” 

langa nodded, seeing reki's point. 

“well, let's go home and rest for a while until tonight. i got a promise to keep.” reki said, beginning to skate back home with langa following behind. 

“good luck.” (name) said quietly, watching miya get ready for his race. the young boy sighed and patted his sibling's head. 

“you should be in bed by now.” miya said, taking (name) back to their bedroom. “but thank you.” he smiled, putting his sibling back in their bed. “i'll be back later tonight.”

“make sure that redhead raspberry takes videos of you.” miya chuckled with a nod of his head, patting (name)’s head again. 

“i promise he will. goodnight, (name).”

“goodnight, miya…” waving their brother goodbye, (name) slowly drifted off to sleep, going into a dreamland where they skated with their big brother, smiling in their sleep. one day, they would skate him. 

[tiredofthehumanlife]

A Complete Unknown Title

Barbie dolls: musician! Regulus x gn! musician! Reader

Word:4k

Summary: I watched a complete unknown and the whole time all I was thinking was 'lemme fuck him I can fix him lemme fuck him I can fix him lemme fuck him I can fix him lemme fuck him' I really hope someone understands this ( him playing the harmonica and like shaking his head back and forth 🫠) sorry lemme pull myself together you and regulus search for each other after your interesting meeting

Warnings: biting mentioned, you yearn, you wear sunglasses sorry if your wear regular glasses you're blind now, American reader, um regulus yearns so bad, communicate through album covers idk if that's a warning but I think it's intriguing, making out? Ig idk what classifies as making out, mentions and themes(?) of sexual activities, you annoy your manager like hell, Sirius wears gold jewelry, um I think that's it

You had laughed at Regulus when he said not talking to you for a year would drive him mad. Now that it’d been three months from the festival you understood his claim. You hated that you were yearning for a man you barely even knew. You wanted to see him again. You needed to see his eyes. You needed to feel his lips without a barrier between your bodies. You missed his voice. You missed the way he could sprout a smile on your face with just him existing near you. You wanted to find him and sink your teeth into his shoulder so he could never be shirtless around another person without being reminded of you. Classic regular things to feel and think of course. 

Luckily your management was pushing out your newest album. Even with the sudden change to the cover. You kept the sunglasses like they were a lifeline. Every outfit had a new accessory. Either on your head, over your eyes, or hooked in your shirt. You thought of Regulus constantly, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You felt like you should regret never telling him anything about yourself. He knew your name, he knew your songs, he knew your car and that was all he could go off of. A part of you hoped he saw your license plates as you drove off and committed the state to memory. All you could do was go about your life and hope he still thought of you. 

Regulus felt crazy. It’d been months, yet it felt like centuries. He couldn’t get you out of his head. All he could think of was you. You. You. He needed to see you again he could feel it stirring in his stomach. All he had to find you was the state you lived in. Maybe you couldn’t tell him but your license plates could. He knew the state. Regulus had been drifting around it for the past three months, asking around if anyone knew about you. Still, it’s an entire state. He’d gotten nowhere. Regulus found nothing. He could only find you in the back of his mind and of course. He thought of you constantly, pulling through all the memories of your lips on his. When that wasn’t enough to satiate him, he went to the closet record shop. 

Regulus had always found a soft comfort in them but this was something new. He had already bought your last album, the one you released before he ever met you. Regulus played it on repeat, memorizing every lyric, every breath, every single sound that came from your mouth. It still wasn’t enough. Regulus meandered through the isles, eyes peeled for your name. He paused when he finally found it. 

It wasn’t the old record, the one still set in his player. This was new. His fingers flicked over the edge of the last few records still there. Yours sold out pretty quickly, you were already down to three in this shop. Regulus pulled the record up, looking down at the full image on the cover. 

You were leaning back in a wooden chair. Your arm was hanging to the floor, a small gathering of flowers in your hand. They were falling from your fingers like you’d given up on the prospect of giving them water and nurturing them. Your other hand was thrown over your lap. Your head was lolled to the side, facing the camera. 

Regulus knew he’d later stare at the cover while listening to your songs, just like he did with the magazine cover you landed on he found in a gas station. This was much different from the magazine. The magazine was just a picture of you performing, on this cover, you had a piece of him. Right there resting on your face were his sunglasses. It’s stupid sure but it felt like he was with you and holding you. You were thinking of him. That’s what those glasses meant. You wanted him too. You needed him too. Regulus bought the record and on the way out of the record shop, he made a mental note to call his manager. 

A part of you knew he found your record. Why wouldn’t he? Another part of you worried he hadn’t found it. Another part of you worried he wasn’t interested anymore. Maybe he found another singer along the way. Four months wasn’t the longest time but it was a good chunk. You could easily find someone new and more interesting during that time. Many people had already come up to you and asked you plenty more questions than Regulus and yet you didn’t find them any more interesting than a wall painted plain white in a doctor’s office. 

You wandered into the record shop closest to you to check on his record sales and even see if you needed to buy a new one to keep your collection up to date. You paused when you saw there was, in fact, a new album with his name on it. You pulled the record from the box, staring down at the picture he picked for the cover. 

It wasn’t anything spectacular but you knew it was meant for you. It was a close-up of his face in color. His sunglasses were off, his gray eyes on full display. The pad of his thumb was pressed to his lips.

You smiled, he was thinking of you too. How simple this must look to someone else, he just stared at the camera and pressed his finger to his mouth. It was so much more. It was communication through album covers of all things.

Even more, he hadn’t found someone else. It was still just you. You wanted to push down the bright grin on your face, though you didn’t. You let yourself smile and stare into his eyes. It was just a photo but it still had a similar effect on you. You couldn’t feel cold wood floors or the lake lapping at your chin but you felt the need to stare at the record until your eyes shriveled up. You headed straight for the checkout, knowing you were going to play this record on repeat for the next week. 

You glanced over your shoulder constantly, as if Regulus would just appear next to you. You lingered around the public like maybe he was in town just hadn’t seen you yet.  You started collecting the things that made you think of him. A random rock that you thought he might enjoy, sat on your bookshelf next to a jar he could put coins in or guitar picks or fucking trash, you didn’t care just as long as he knew it was from you.

You started to kick yourself over giving him nothing except your saliva. You wanted him next to you now not in another month. You already waited a month from your album release to know if he was even reciprocating after all this time. 

Of course no matter the emotional torment you were going through, your management set up a tour for you. It was a month long and you were traveling all over the U.S.

At first you were peeved. How could they set this up at a time like this? It was like your teachers told you, if you get lost on field trips stay where you are and they’ll find you. If you left this stupid state, how would he find you?

Then you thought of the opportunities this gave you. Imagine how many stages you’d stand on, how many mics you’d have to call his name into, and your upcoming location would be spread like fire. He could easily show up to a performance and find you that way, simple. You agreed and began planning exactly how you’d find your long-lost lust love. 

Each stage gave you a new memory, a new smile, and a burst of confidence. You played your songs, sang your lyrics, and moved onto the next stage. You loved it. Every second of it felt like you were in the clouds. It was hard staying on the road for so long but you saw so many fans and experienced many things you thought you never would. Every day was new and filled with experiences.

During your last performance of the tour, you decided to pull out your secret move. As the claps for your last song died down you leaned towards the mic, plucking out a simple tune to keep the crowd occupied. 

“This is the last song, of the last tour night-“ The crowd burst into whines, making you chuckle. 

“Yes, I know. I know. But! Fear not my lovelies, this is a special night. I know my management is going to chew me out for this one but this is important. A few months ago, at the music festival- I’m sure you all remember the music festival-“ The crowd shouted out agreement. You nodded. 

“-Thought so, well I met this guy and now I can’t find him. We’ve been searching for each other for a while now. I hoped he’d catch up to me on the tour, and meet me backstage, but he didn’t. That’s alright there’s still tonight, no? I’m looking for my friend, his name is Regulus, you may know him.” The crowd cheered, recognizing his name. Probably another one of their favorite artists. You hummed, stepping away from the microphone to laugh. 

“Yes, I thought so. If you’re listening to this Regulus, I am looking for you. I think we will find each other. If you happen to know Regulus personally, I’d love to speak to you. This song wasn’t on my last album. I wrote it just this month while on the road. I think I’ll sing it for you.” You paused in your plucking readying yourself to play your newest song. 

You sang of the black-haired gray-eyed man on a motorcycle. His guitar case, the feeling of his eyes, the taste of his lips, the smell of his cigarette, the search for one last kiss, and the image of him still plaguing your mind.  You sighed as you finished the song, finally letting your hands rest. You stared out into the crowd as they clapped, hoping you could see through the glare of the spotlight and catch Regulus’ eyes. You said your goodbyes and headed behind the curtain.

You packed up your belongings taking them out to the back of the building. Your team was helping you load back into your car as well as loading their things into their van. A bodyguard was perched outside around the corner. You already had multiple people try to sneak a secret meet-up with you. You were considering asking your management for a second bodyguard at this point. 

You set your guitar case into your trunk, leaving it open for your team to add whatever they need. Your manager stepped out into the back with you, scolding you for the impromptu set list change. You tried to listen you really did, but you heard someone arguing with the bodyguard. Obviously, if someone is arguing with your protection you probably shouldn’t head towards that sound. So you did, like a very smart and mature person. Your manager scoffed at your departure, smacking his head with his set of papers. 

“I’ll be right back, I have to check something.” You yelled back to your manager, jogging to reach your bodyguard in time. You didn’t want him to scare this person away, just in case. 

“Give me ten minutes.” The mysterious voice said. You saw your bodyguard shake his head. His silhouette covered the person’s body entirely, giving you essentially nothing to work with.

“No can do bud. I don’t see your name on the list.” Your bodyguard said. The person scoffed, their hands shooting out over the side of the silhouette of your rather massive bodyguard now that you’re thinking about it. 

“What list! Give me not even two minutes, I just need to see them. They’ll verify who I am.” You paused in your steps, the voice finally ringing in your head. You knew that person. You rushed forward, running even. You pushed your bodyguard’s arm out of the way. There he was in all his glory. 

Regulus. Your Regulus, if you did say so yourself. The street light caught in his hair, giving his head a halo. Or maybe that just came naturally to him. His sunglasses were on, which you thought was a little strange since it was night. It might’ve been to make his face slightly less recognizable. The crowd did seem quite excited when you mentioned his name. Your lips twinged, glancing down at his. You hoped they tasted the same as they had five months ago. Your bodyguard’s arm moved forward, pushing you back behind him. 

“I know him! I know him! He’s my friend, please!” You shouted as he tried to shove you back. His arm stalled, catching up with what you said. You shot forward, dipping under his arm. You stumbled into Regulus, accidentally making him take a step back into the middle of the sidewalk. You latched onto Regulus, gripping onto the sleeves of his shirt. He held onto your elbows, watching you intently. You didn’t bother fighting the smile on your face. 

“Hi.” You whispered. Regulus’ hand shot up, whipping his sunglasses off. He hooked them into the front of your shirt, before returning his hand to your elbow. 

“Hi,” Regulus muttered, smiling more than you’ve ever seen from him. “I thought you believed in fate, what’s the announcement for?” Regulus asked, leaning closer to your face. You shrugged. 

“Fate was taking too long. I was starting to worry a goblin might’ve stolen those precious eyes of yours. Hadn’t seen them in so long.” You responded, reaching up to cup his face and drag your thumbs under his eyes. Regulus snorted, tilting his head to the side. 

“My friend, Pandora, would love you. I missed you plenty, I told the wind of it and something else poetic.” Regulus said, finally pushing forward to press his lips to yours. You remembered Regulus’ ferocity with the second kiss and his tentativeness with the first but this was something new. It seemed you couldn’t experience any kiss with him the same. 

It was slow yet knowing. He had memorized your lips, picturing them every night. Your last kiss felt rushed with the knowledge that you wouldn’t see him for a very long time simmering in the back of your mind.

This one Regulus is dragging his lips against yours, tilting his head up to break the kiss for a breath. He kisses the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips between his again. You hummed, digging your fingers into his shirt and tugging him forward. His body pressed against yours and you were finally thankful for being able to feel it finally. You cursed his guitar and your car for stopping you from feeling this earlier.

You hated to acknowledge the guttural sound that came from your throat sparked by his hips knocking into yours. You hated the smile pulling your lips from his even more. Regulus took the opportunity to break the kiss and catch his breath. You grinned at him.

Regulus felt an eerie sense of deja vu wash over him, the same grin that reached your face when he asked you what you thought of his music was in front of him again. You released your grip on his shirt, instead dropping it to the waistband of his pants. You kept your eyes on his face as you slipped your hand under the hem of his shirt, splaying it against his stomach. Regulus let in a quick breath, reeling away from you and gripping your hand by your wrist. Regulus set your hand on his shoulder instead. 

“We’re in public! On the sidewalk, no less!” Regulus urgently muttered to you. Knocking his nose against your hairline to whisper in your ear. You shrugged, turning your head to face his. 

“I have a car.” You whispered back, still grinning wildly. Regulus’ lips were turned up but his cheeks were burning brightly. You hummed in question, leaning forward to lick at his lips. Regulus grimaced drawing away from your face. 

“You’re so gross, take me back to your hotel room?” Regulus said, wiping at his mouth the back of his hand. You nodded, taking a step back from him. Regulus shook his head and dragged you back against him. He pecked your lips. He opened his mouth just as a voice yelled from behind him. 

“Regulus! Arcturus! Black!” You raised your brow at that, stepping away from Regulus to stand next to him. Regulus spun around, leather jacket swirling around him. A man with long black curls bouncing around his shoulders was running towards you both. A second man was slowly walking behind him, a cane in one hand and a messager bag slung over his shoulder. A sweater was thrown over his forearm, holding it to his body to make sure it didn't fall to the ground. The first man was in a cropped shirt with your name on it, dangling gold earrings, leather pants, huge black boots, and the angriest face you thought you’d ever seen. The first man pointed his finger at Regulus, only to be scooped off the ground by your bodyguard. 

“That’s my brother,” Regulus told your guard. The guard looked over his shoulder to you, asking for your approval. You nodded. Your guard set the man down on his feet. The man huffed and straightened his shirt before looking back at Regulus. 

“How dare you steal my motorcycle!” The man said, nostrils flaring and eyes wide. Regulus seemed unfazed by the man's dramatic anger, rolling his eyes. 

“I did not steal it, Sirius. I asked to borrow it. You said yes. I borrowed it.” Regulus said, crossing his arms over his chest. Sirius snarled his teeth. 

“I thought it was for a supermarket trip not for seven months! You know Lady has needs, she’s a princess she can’t be drug around all Willy-nilly like some Subaru!” Sirius yelled, pointing his finger at Regulus’ face again. Regulus reached forward and knocked Sirius’ finger away like a gnat. The second man had finally reached the group, leaning on his cane and standing next to Sirius. He gave you an awkward smile as Sirius continued to yell at Regulus. 

“And is that-“ He lunged forward and gripped the lapel of Regulus’ leather jacket, staring into Regulus’ eyes. ”Is this my jacket?” Sirius asked. Regulus hummed and pushed Sirius off of him. 

”Borrowed that too.” Regulus shrugged, a small proud smile greeting his face. Sirius seethed, clenching his jaw and shoving Regulus by the lapel of his Sirius leather jacket. The second man reached out and held onto Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius’ anger slipped from his body, his shoulders relaxing. Regulus leaned into your ear and whispered the second man’s name. You hummed and nodded. Sirius looked up, meeting your eyes. 

“Hi! It’s really nice to meet you, I’m a really big fan. I listen to your record all the time.” Sirius said. You smiled brightly. You reached forward and shook his hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Sirius.” it really was nice meeting him, you liked meeting fans but around the 120th photo signed you felt numb and wanted to rip your eyes out. You didn’t do meetups quite frequently. Sirius looked giddy shaking your hand. He looked back to Regulus. 

“My dear brother, why didn’t you bother telling me you were friends with my favorite singer?” Sirius asked, a bittersweet smile on his face. Regulus pulled in a breath, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. 

“I was… searching for them for the last five months. I didn’t do much sharing. I stayed in their state and started working my way through the big cities. I started looking in the surrounding states, maybe you visited or something. Then I looked in the little towns- anyway the point is, I didn’t exactly think of it. I’m sorry I didn’t give Lady back. I was planning on only borrowing her for the festival but that…” Regulus looked to you, the old memory of the festival washing over him again. “started something new. I’ll talk to you returning Lady and going home tomorrow, maybe. I would like to catch up with my lover first.” Regulus said, looking back to Sirius. Your head snapped to Regulus. 

“Lover?” You whispered. 

“Lover!” Sirius said, shocked. Regulus turned his head to look at you. 

“Is that alright?” Regulus whispered to you. You hated how easy it was for him to make you smile, or maybe it just showed how much of him you liked. You nodded. 

“Yes, it’s alright.” You responded, feeling bashful. You turned your head away from him, looking at the wall instead. 

“Oh, this is just foul. I’m your older brother and you can’t even give me the decency of telling me you’re on a journey to find some long-lost lover like you fell in love at first sight or some shit. At least inform me, send me a letter or a postcard!” Sirius said, gesturing to himself as he stabbed in the heart. Regulus sighed. You frowned. 

“You know, Sirius, I had this idea for this tour: I thought I might put together a collection of my songs and clothing, trinkets, a book of my unfinished songs, and a lot of other things. My manager sent me a prototype bag, I didn’t really like it all that much. I just felt like it wasn’t really worth all the trouble fans would have to go through to get it. However, I do still have the prototype so I could give it to you and you’d have exclusive items. They’d be the only ones any of my fans have. If that makes you feel any better about this whole thing.” You said, watching the frustration slip from Sirius’ face. Sirius stayed silent, staring dead at you. His jaw was slack, eyes wide. You worried he’d start salivating. Remus reached forward and rubbed Sirius’ back. 

“Love, you will have to answer them at some point,” Remus said, snapping Sirius out of it. Sirius stood up straight and closed his mouth. He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“Yeah, I mean that would be cool. I guess if you’re into that kind of thing.” Sirius kicked a nearby rock, looking around like he was nonchalant. Like he wasn’t wearing your name on his chest right now. 

“I’ll give it to Regulus, to give to you.” You slipped your arm through Regulus, interlocking your elbows. Regulus hummed, his hand gently brushing your arm.

“We do have plans though, so we need to start heading out.” You whispered. Regulus let out a huff of air through his nose. Sirius nodded. 

“We should have lunch together tomorrow, Remus has this nerd convention thing after tomorrow so we’re staying in town for the weekend.” Sirius glanced over his shoulder at Remus. 

“It’s a classic literature convention, not a nerd thing.” Remus corrected from behind Sirius, sounding particularly dejected.  You cooed, feeling bad for him. Sirius looked over his shoulder, blowing Remus a kiss. Remus lifted his cane, pressing it into Sirius’ hip and pushing him a few inches away. Remus returned his cane to the sidewalk, rolling his eyes and looking at you. 

“This family is a bit dramatic so be prepared to want to punch them sometimes. They think they’re really funny. Assholes.” Remus muttered, throwing the sweater in his arms at Sirius. Sirius caught it, grimacing at Remus. Regulus huffed, pulling away from you. 

“Catch you guys later. I have somewhere to attend.” Regulus said. His arm stuck out, plucking his glasses from your shirt and pushing them onto his face. You waved goodbye to the strange couple and led Regulus back to your car. You hoped your hotel room had thick walls, you weren’t letting this man out of your bed until you felt your souls intertwine.