#and the whiplash did not stop here btw.

[vero-niche]

this was, without a doubt, the wildest and most unexpected opening to an anime i saw as of late

[silkscream]

CHAPTER 9: GOD IS A CIRCLE

ੈ✩ gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader

Your angels do not react. They only look at you with concern, shielding you from the blazing sun with their wings. They stare as you laugh, doubling over, falling backwards into the green grass. You only remember that you’re alive when they trace the contours of your body with their fingertips.

ੈ✩ chapter cw/tags: explicit content (18+ mdni) , unprotected sex, high sex, threesome, oral sex, fingering, graphic depictions of violence and blood, recreational drug usage, biblical imagery, angst

ੈ✩ wc: 5.5k

ੈ✩ a/n: i was barely conscious when i wrote this. sorry bout it

playlist ✸ read on ao3 ✸ series masterlist

August, 2009

Bliss is never eternal. If it was, you’d think the world would stop turning with everyone busy with their greatest indulgences. It’s not like you were much of a hedonist anyway, not even with Satoru’s influence.

You feel intoxicated with him and Suguru, but it’s not enough to keep you from reality. Yaga-sensei proves this the moment the boys are ordained the task of protecting the star plasma vessel—a fourteen-year-old girl with more spirit than you ever had at that age. You admire her spunk, her unwillingness to take shit from either of the boys. It entertains you endlessly.

“How do you deal with them?” she mutters to you. You learn that her name is Riko Amanai. She loves the ocean and has a sweet tooth like Satoru. Her favorite flavor is anything blue.

“I keep them in check.”

“Are you my bodyguard too?”

“Not really,” you laugh. “But I’ll be around.”

Riko likes you. She clings to you more than you anticipate, considering this isn’t your mission, but you understand. She’s vulnerable despite her confidence in her fate as Tengen’s vessel. Talks a big game with blue eyes shining bright, similar to Satoru. 

She pouts at your absence. You think nothing of it, knowing that she’s in good hands between the boys and that caretaker of hers. The bounty on the girl’s head is daunting, but the boys are the strongest, and you watch them evade the enemies easily. 

It’s when they end up in Okinawa that something in your chest feels a bit empty. A bad omen, anxiety pooling in your gut. 

Satoru texts you pictures from the beach—sea creatures from the ocean and the aquarium, selfies with Suguru that are often blurry. He texts you how much he misses you, how much he craves the parts of you that you think may be too intimate to even talk about out loud, let alone through text. Suguru sends you pictures of Riko and Satoru on the beach with the creatures they pick up from the ocean, of sunsets he knows you would enjoy.

You ache for their return. 

satoru: gonna stay for another day jsyk

you: having fun?

satoru: yeaaaa

satoru: tired as fuck though

satoru: but riko likes the beach. thought we could give her one more day

you: you’re sweet

satoru: not as sweet as uuuuuuuuu

satoru: she says hi btw

satoru: shes mad ur not here

you: she likes me more than you

satoru: >:(

you: i’ll see you soon. get some sleep please

satoru: anything for u baby

Something has gone terribly wrong. 

You have no reason to be worried—Satoru is more than capable of handling that assassin, no matter how swift his movements may be. It was whiplash to see a sword go through him, and it was whiplash to see Satoru react like it was a paper cut.

Now, in the Tombs of the Star, you feel a chill run up your spine as you escort Kuroi out. She’s still emotional, wiping tears after her goodbye to Amanai. Trepidation strikes you the same way it did in that forest all those months ago. The air has grown cold, but you can’t sense any other cursed energy but your own.

“Kuroi,” you breathe.

“Yes?” She sniffles, wiping her tears quickly.

“Go on without me,” you say cautiously. “I think I better guard the Tomb just in case. For Geto.”

“Alright. Thank you for being there for them.” Kuroi smiles at you with a warmth you aren’t sure that you deserve.

“I wasn’t the one protecting her.”

“I know, but she admired you a lot. We missed you in Okinawa.”

You pull her into a hug, one that you wish you’d given Riko moments prior. It’s a parting gift. 

When she departs, you’re left alone in a dark hallway. You expect a spirit to jump out — something monstrous, an amalgamation of your nightmares. But this is a sacred place, you suppose. One meant for sacrifices and blessings. You’ve never really believed in blessings. The world is built on too many curses for that.

Something in the air made you want to choke, swallow back bile. Nothing like your old anxiety spells. It’s something else, you’re sure of it. And yet, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. The rustle of fabric. 

He couldn’t go undetected, not completely. Not when your intuition was on overdrive, making you sick with it. Your senses acute. 

“Haven’t seen you before.”

His voice is raspy, the sound of skinned palms on pavement. Deep the way Japanese whiskey burns down and sits in your stomach a little too heavy. There’s a split on the corner of his mouth as if he’d been nicked by a thorn. He smiles at you with lazy, bovine eyes and a snake-like smirk. 

This man is not a figment of your imagination — he’s real as can be as he towers over you, yet there’s not a lick of cursed energy you can feel, even when you’re this close to him. A human.

You think about Satoru and the sword that went through his chest. You look at the sword that the stranger in front of you wields. Within a second, you rush to touch him, but your technique doesn’t activate as soon as you want it, too. He slashes you across the stomach, crimson permeating the torn fabric of your uniform.

“Weak little girl,” he chides. “You’re too pretty to kill, though.”

You gag, nearly vomiting on the ground. 

“You their girlfriend or what? Would’ve thought they were fucking each other, to be honest.”

You shake your head weakly, your vision blurring already. You hear a bark of a laugh. Not even your bared teeth can be taken seriously, not when you’re bleeding out on the ground. He tuts as if he’s scolding you.

“He’ll kill you,” you hiss. The man laughs again. You must be referring to one of your boys. He grins wider when he realizes. 

“Which one? The one with the bangs?” he scoffs. “Because I already killed the Gojo brat, sweetheart.”

You feel your heart drop, sinking like an anchor as the feeling drags your body down with it. You look at him with wide eyes, and the sadistic stare you get back tells you he wants to humiliate you. It would hurt less if he just killed you.

Satoru would never die by the hand of a non-sorcerer. Not a fucking chance. But the notion doesn’t stop the itch behind your nose, your eyes threatening tears. The man crouches, his face looking down at you in mock sympathy, and places a rough palm to your face, swipes your quivering bottom lip. You taste blood.

You clutch his wrist immediately and he raises his hand.

Something metal whips the side of your face, something heavy. Your sight of vision narrows into black.

When you wake, you aren’t sure if you’ve arrived in a nightmare or had just left one.

For one, Satoru is saturated in blood. The scratches on his face are brutal. He looks half feral, half shell-shocked. It’s nothing you’ve seen before.

Despondency paints Suguru’s face into a shadow of himself. There’s something off about their cursed energy.

You don’t want to ask them how the rest of the mission went — you can already tell what the answer might be. If everything went according to plan, there wouldn’t be a blank stare in each of their eyes. If everything was fine, they would return to you like themselves — animated and flirty and teasing. If everything was the way it was meant to be, maybe you wouldn’t have the slight scar of a side wound aching at the side of your gut.

Instead, they’re all business. It’s like they look through you when they speak to you.

“Is Riko…” you trail off.

“She’s dead,” they say.

They deliver the news to you, expressionless. Mirroring each other.

There’s a blankness in Satoru’s eyes. Cold. No one exactly knows how to deal with being killed only to bring yourself back again. The thought of his mangled body surrounded by flyheads makes your stomach churn. 

He had always been god-like, prodigal. After being reborn, he really was a God. Untouchable. You’d think him to be cockier or more cruel, but on the surface, he’s devoid of anything, really. He’s stony-eyed, instead, a little empty behind the face. There’s a spark of something when he sees the large bruise on your cheekbone and the ghost of a slash on your rib.

He won’t say much about the man who killed him. Only that he had no cursed energy and a son. You remember a scar bending with the curve of a mouth and sharp green eyes.

It’s quiet at Jujutsu Tech afterward. Yaga continues classes like he always does, and all of you do your best. There are fewer missions that are being demanded of you. You think it’s because of the failed mission. Despite this, Satoru takes on whatever he can, even volunteering for the tougher ones just so he can let off some steam. Suguru often tags along with him, leaving you alone to sulk.

You don’t think you have any reason to sulk. It’s not like you were killed, anyway.

You feel them both pulling away. You don’t bother to pry — they at least seem to be occupied with each other. They were best friends before you ever got close to either of them. You knew your place. You’d give them space, knowing the gravity of the trauma they’d experienced on the mission, and yet your heart ached all the same. It was a familiar hurt, the same you’d felt in high school about Satoru. It was only peculiar now because those feelings applied to both of them.

But then there are times when Satoru sneaks into your room like he always does. He likes to nip at your shoulder with teeth that feel sharper, meaner. Hand around your throat, the calluses squeezing flesh. He likes to pin you down to the mattress, likes to hear the squeak of the bedframe as he fucks into you mercilessly.

Suguru takes you, too, but not so desperately, not so obviously. He lures you in, instead. You realize that he’s different than Satoru in the way that he has the patience for games. It explains the teasing, the touching. He’ll have you wrapped around his finger just from talking to you, and within the hour, he’ll be fucking into your soaked cunt in the locker rooms after sparring.

You suppose this is the way they both let out their frustrations, how they cope with the trauma of losing Riko. They were tightlipped about her. 

Both of them had changed in ways that were beyond your comprehension.

Satoru gets colder. Similar to the way he was in high school, when he barely acknowledged you. He doesn’t like to look at you for very long, as if the mere fact of his gaze on you would hurt him, hurt you. It was stupid. He didn’t care about your fragility before, so what point was there to care about it now?

Suguru is mostly the same, just quieter. Hell, he’d always been quiet, other than the times he’d fuck you or when you’d be alone with him. His sarcastic streak was weaker. He touched you less.

You can’t stand any of it.

Satoru isn’t meant to be someone so vulnerable. It’s out of character for him. 

You soothe his nightmares when he wakes you up in the middle of the night clutching your waist with nails digging into the skin underneath your shirt. He’s always shaking, always mumbling something nonsensical.

Selfishly, you find that it feels nice to be needed. To be his only form of salvation during these times.

In his waking moments, Satoru is himself again. Belligerently so, with his recklessness. It’s up to you and Suguru to tame him, often. Satoru is almost a different version of himself – familiar and still annoying — but he is much more adamant about his power, nowadays. A God complex in the making.

Satoru gets greedier. He likes to wake you up with his nose nudging your clit, tongue already making a mess of your hole. No amount of pushing his head away with your hand would make him stop, though you blame yourself for indulging.

He likes to tease you for the semblance of control. You suspect that beyond playing with you, he finds solace in Suguru, instead. They aren’t particularly shy about it—sometimes you walk into Satoru’s dorm and find them entangled with one another, clothes off and warm to the touch. They always welcome you into their arms, forcing you in between them. 

You feel like you’re at an arm’s length from them at all times despite this. 

November, 2009

You settle on a routine. It’s less than pleasant, but you’re used to it. Convincing yourself that it’s normal, at least.

Yaga puts you on more solo missions — you’ve improved your technique. The precision of it is tough, always a wildcard given the unpredictability of destruction beneath your fingertips. Regardless, it’s gotten better. It doesn’t traumatize you so much to be a vehicle of decay anymore. You’re numb to it.

It’s odd — you’re carrying the burden of something you didn’t experience. Satoru finds that you are a mirror for Suguru, the same temperament and all. Always leaving the party to smoke cigarettes together. It doesn’t make him pissy necessarily, but it makes him pout. Clingy to the both of you.

“Stop being antisocial,” he whines.

You and Suguru look up at him in question. He had followed you out of the party when you saw Satoru’s hand on the waist of a girl you didn’t recognize. It was nothing, probably, but it wasn’t something you had ever had to deal with. It wasn’t like he could pry anything out of you, anyway.

“We’re not,” you defend, waving a cigarette around. “It’s too hot in there.”

It was true, to be fair. You were too warm in there and the outside air was nice. That, and you figured that Suguru would follow you, and he always wanted to steal you away for kisses.

Satoru had technically intruded on that, interrupting the moment Suguru had pulled away from your mouth. He eyes you wearing Suguru’s jacket and softens.

“You wanna go home, don’t you?” he asks.

“I can stay if you want,” you shrug.

He sighs. “Can you guys at least hang out with me?”

“Needy,” Suguru teases, stomping the butt of his cigarette on the ground and ushering you in between the sliding glass doors, hand on the small of your back. He nips at Satoru’s neck on the way in. 

As if in apology, you don’t leave Satoru’s lap for the rest of the night. You don’t really get to. He even follows you to the bathroom and considers taking you over the counter for the hell of it.

It’s been difficult to touch you, lately.

In late August, the Zen’in outcast had killed him. Satoru had never thought of death as an option that was even possible. It’s why his mind was frenzied in his last moments, panicked as the two of them were surrounded by fly heads. He had not anticipated death, hadn’t anticipated the impact of it, how Suguru would have to return his corpse to Jujutsu Tech. How you would be shedding overflowing tears.

He’d like to think that your face or Suguru’s was in his mind when he took his last breath, but truthfully, he doesn’t remember. His mind was blank.

And when he had risen from the dead and shot a lethal hole through Toji Fushiguro, his mind was blank then, as well. The euphoria had faded. He had fulfilled the ordained role of a boygod, his hands were bloody, and he killed a man who would leave behind a son. He thought of his supposed immortality, his transcendence beyond something human, and then he thought of you.

You were the most human thing about him.

Your warmth, the flush in your cheeks. The way he had taken you back when you were in school, none the wiser about the world of curses. Sometimes he thinks you are one. 

It wasn’t meant to go this far, but he had taken the leap and continued to wade in the pool of it all. He does not think of love when he thinks of his family, but he thinks of love when he sees you and Suguru. Something beating, something alive.

It was why he was constantly tipping the line between overflowing completely and being numb — Satoru was no stranger to his indulgences. You, on the other hand, were something else entirely. Fragile underneath his hands. Sometimes, he didn’t even think it was worth it to keep you in the bear trap he had set for you.

And then Suguru would kiss away your tears when Satoru was too rough, too cold, and he would succumb to his desires again. Instead of being something akin to a god, he often dreamt about being ordinary. 

Maybe if his birth didn’t throw the planet off its kilter, he could truly be good to you instead of wanting to cut you open and live inside of you. Satoru would always be safe in your skin, but he had started to doubt that you would ever be safe in his.

You were the first to know him, he thinks. You had met him as a child and didn’t assume his divinity, rather, you were oblivious to it. Even as a little servant, you refused to kiss his feet. It relieved him. Satoru knew you always meant more to him than a toy, but in his emerging adulthood, he had taken you as a form of escapism and couldn’t cut you off. You had fastened yourself to him like an extra limb unknowingly. 

“I don’t get how you can be so overbearing to her yet so distant at the same time,” Suguru remarks. 

Satoru makes a face, scrunching his nose.

“Don’t play dumb.”

“I genuinely don’t know what you’re referring to,” Satoru says blankly.

“The teasing goes too far. And you get insensitive because you’re a prick, and then you barely text her back when you’re on missions.”

Satoru scoffs, fiddling with the pencil he twirls in his hands. Suguru was right, he supposed. He noticed you were a little hollow, all blank stares. Sleeping in while Satoru did not sleep at all. 

“They’ve gotten harder lately. And it’s not like I’m–”

“Not what?” Suguru snorts. “Her boyfriend?”

Satoru says nothing to this. Instead, he tackles Suguru onto his bed, slides his palms underneath his shirt and up the smooth planes of his abdomen. He sighs, setting his head on Suguru’s chest.

“It’s not like she cares.”

“She does. She loves you.”

Satoru’s face reddens as if what Suguru says isn’t fact. On Satoru’s end, however – his feelings for you were an understatement. Calling it love seemed fruitless. He’d like to be fused with you, never letting you go. Stuck in the bliss of your skin kissing his in the early mornings forever.

“Think something got knocked loose when I died,” Satoru mumbles, his eyes blank.

Suguru looks at him in question, not following.

“I’ll make it up to her.”

January, 2010

“What are you getting Suguru for his birthday?”

“I don’t know,” Satoru shrugs, a blue raspberry lollipop filling up the hollow of his cheek. Tongue matching the blinding saturation of his eyes. “A blowjob?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t be homophobic! You like watching.”

“I’m serious,” you roll your eyes.

“We’ll take him out,” he grins, shoving his hands in his pockets. Always stupidly attractive, his beauty borderline mythological.

You knew he was lying, knew that he would be away on that Wednesday, that his calendar was always filled a month prior with what the higher-ups needed from him. You thought it was unfair, given that he was still only a second year, though you still knew better. The glaring truth of his strength ever since the failed Star Plasma Vessel mission was conspicuous, a reminder that started to become egregious to you. 

Satoru takes some of your takoyaki in unspoken amusement with you rolling your eyes, passing the tray towards him. He pouts despite the gesture, reaching over to poke you in the cheek.

“That can’t taste good with all the sugar in your mouth.”

“You’d be surprised.”

You fixate on the television. Satoru had gotten lucky recently, convincing Yaga to convert one of the common rooms with the connected bathroom into a dorm for himself. He had the Gojo money to “donate”, and he’d been on his best behavior in the past few months, which was rare. It wasn’t like Yaga really gave a fuck about their boarding situation as long as the missions went smoothly. 

The room was big enough to fulfill that dream of pushing two beds together. A TV set and dingy couch to match. He needed the TV to fall asleep at night, especially if you weren’t there to stroke his hair. It was the only light source beyond a Hello Kitty lava lamp that Suguru had gotten him as a joke gift.

Satoru had recently started an obsession with Godzilla for some reason, forcing you to watch one every few days before bedtime. You were going in order since Christmas – tonight was the one versus Hedorah.

“You never look at me anymore,” he whines.

“What are you talking about?”

You’d rather say something biting, like how it was the other way around. How he’s been shoving your face into the mattress. How you’d come back to your dorm and see Satoru in between Suguru’s legs without much acknowledgment to you until he’d finish. 

“You look at me like I’m a mosquito bite or something. What’s wrong? You don’t think I’m pretty anymore?” he grins, settling his cheek into his palm.

“Not at all. You’re hideous,” you deadpan, crossing your arms. The remark earns you a light kick to your shin under the table.

“Wow. Rude. Personally, I think you’re God-sent.”

“I thought you wanted me to watch this movie,” you mutter, trying not to let him know how much his comment affected you. You always flushed when he said things like that still, and it would always be out of the blue.

“You know I like talking during movies.”

“Right. It’s one of your worst qualities,” you sigh.

The pillows around you are discarded when he suddenly pins you down to the carpet, your face right next to an old ash stain from one of Shoko’s cigarettes. He grins as he parts your mouth with the pad of his thumb, and you’re as obedient as you always are. There’s a ribbon of saliva from his mouth stretching as he takes the lollipop from his tongue to yours. 

It wasn’t difficult to get his dick hard, really. He’d known that ever since he’d seen you sprawled on the grass next to the track field when you were fourteen, the way your chest was heaving and your underwear was just slightly visible underneath your gym shorts when you parted your legs. 

Satoru thinks you’d laugh in his face if he’d told you about all the times he thought about you when you were teenagers despite the fact that he didn’t speak to you at all. He knows that he would deserve it.

It’s funny. He used to resent you then. He knew he could have you if he’d simply tried a bit harder, if he didn’t so abruptly toss you aside in middle school. Even so, you were everywhere for him—in his dreams, in his house against your will like a chained ghost. Back then, he hated that he loved you, hated that you were weak, hated that, at least besides Suguru, nobody knew him except you.

He wonders briefly if he was high on the taste of you or if the candy is laced with something— he wouldn’t be surprised, since Shoko and Suguru were enablers for the two of you even when you tried to be responsible. It didn’t matter anyway. Your body always made him this frenetic.

It’s when his fingers graze the heat of your cunt that Suguru barges in. He blinks at the two of you entangled on the floor and merely laughs.

“You guys just started?”

“Mmmf,” Satoru grunts. His hand’s wrapped around your neck, now, and your eyes are closed. 

Suguru’s musk fills the room. White pine and sugary maple — he’d used Satoru’s deodorant before the mission. There’s still a blood splatter under his cheekbone the color of ripe plums. This was the usual weekend routine. Mindless fucking with a movie in the background. At least one of you would be too exhausted to muster up the energy to go into the city. It was easier to indulge inside, especially when the temperature kept dipping.

Your eyes flutter as Satoru bites your neck down to your collarbone. When you look toward the couch, you see Suguru with a plastic baggie of something you don’t recognize.

“What’s that?”

“Shrooms.”

“How the hell did you manage that?” Satoru quips, his hand digging into your hip. 

“There are some freaks in Akihabara,” Suguru shrugs. He eats the mushrooms like they’re crumbs at the bottom of a chip bag. “Got this shit after my mission in a fucking vending machine outside a love hotel. Can you believe it?”

“What, did you get a room there or something?” Satoru snorts. “Whore.”

“Why would I, when I can home to this?” Suguru’s eyes are viper-like, serpentine as he smiles lazily. You’d eat from his palm if he asked you to. In sickness and health—it was stupid. You crawl to him and you do.

Satoru doesn’t take any. He knows full well that psychedelics fuck with his Infinity, that it would only make his insomnia worse. The last time he’d tried acid, he had nightmares for days, seeing green eyes of a hunter. Blood slashed from a blade to his neck. Flyheads swarming.

The drugs make you giddy. Another hour and the room spins in an orderly fashion, the ceiling dancing around in a kaleidoscopic pulse. Suguru had limited your dose, knew you’d freak the fuck out if your self started to disconnect. He’d been there enough times to despise it. Ego death was torture for the introspective kind.

He sucks a hickey into your neck while you’re mindless. It’s amusing how invested you are in this episode of Sailor Moon. Satoru lays his head on your thigh, playing with you lazily. You’re happy enough to take it, grinding against his hand as Suguru distracts you with a kiss. It’s tender and slow, not unusual for him, but with the two of them together, everything is usually frenzied.

He gets you in his lap, the sacrificial lamb you are. Always eager to walk into the predator’s gaping maw on your own accord because of his beautiful eyes. Suguru is no beast, but there’s something twisted about the way he plays with you sometimes.

He likes you to beg for it, but it’s not the taunting way that Satoru does. Suguru will inch his face close enough to yours to smell the artificial sweetness of your breath, then pull your hair when you lean in to kiss him. He’ll touch your thigh under the table, not unlike Satoru, but his fingers will dance around your core in a way that leaves you unable to speak to your fellow peers.

You wonder if they’ve learned their cruelty from each other. But this time, he’s sweet.

It’s the hallucinogen fogging his brain. It makes him like a teenager in love. Open-mouthed, pawing love handles. You’re wearing Satoru’s t-shirt, something monochromatic and stupidly expensive, and Suguru tears it off of you as his mouth waters.

Coughing, Satoru tilts his head, supports it with elbows on the carpet. His temperament is neutral, teasing even, but for some reason, looking at him makes you sober up to some degree of lucidity that’s sensitive to him. The part of you that wants to please him at all times.

You crawl to him and say his name. It’s child-like. The shrooms make your eyes wide, colors innocence onto your face from the bliss. It reminds him of when you were younger—bruised knees and twigs in your hair from tumbling in the forest with him. Something tugs at his chest.

“You tryin’ to seduce me?” Satoru jeers, tongue licking his teeth. His palm on your face is hot.

You smile and nod. His gaze lowers and he snaps the waistband of your sweats against your hip. Hand on your thigh again, taunting your synapses. You think he’ll take you with his usual ferocity, but he steals your breath with a kiss instead. 

The kiss never ends. Maybe they switch in between, but you don’t notice. Your eyes are shut, tight enough to see phosphenes like a galaxy. Blue and purple bleeding into your irises. You feel them pulling you apart, cock filling you up, hands everywhere.

“Fuck,” someone gasps. Something like groveling, desperate hair pulling.

“Inside,” you beg. “Please.”

Satoru watches, mesmerized. The heat of your body, sweat pooling into the divot above your clavicle—it all makes his mouth water, but he stays still on the couch as Suguru pins you to the floor. It’s the most the Six Eyes has felt in months, for some reason, and he hadn’t even taken anything. He half-wishes he could get his hands on something other than you to inject into his veins—maybe then he could learn to be calm or fall asleep at regular times. Anything to stop the odd ache in his chest whenever he looked at you.

He’s never been a man of God. He was God himself. And then he sees you moan out, bliss-wrecked and flooded with light, burning like seraphim. He’d come back to life a thousand times just to see your face. It made him sick.

Satoru kisses you before you knock out on his bed, eyes half-open and dazed. You’re refusing to go to bed, citing euphoria for your desire to run a few laps. Meanwhile, Suguru is asleep on the couch, fucked out and satisfied. 

You’re coaxed into sleep. It’s not hard once you start rambling, shut up only by the feeling of Satoru’s fingers running across your scalp. He lays awake like he often does, talking to the moon. He sighs as you nuzzle into him, your whole body curling towards him to ward off goosebumps. You’re nearly bare considering you didn’t bother to put on clothes after you and Suguru had finished. 

Satoru pulls the blanket over you, sighing. He’d had the leftover beers in the mini-fridge just to feel a buzz, even the taste of German ales made his nose wrinkle. It still wasn’t enough to put his mind at ease. He stares at the stained carpet, then Suguru’s sleeping shadow, then your face. He shuts his eyes.

It’s been months, yet the memories still cage you. It’s like something wraps its hand around your throat in your subconscious. In each dream, you are aching for their return, and they come to you like newly-bloomed flowers.

It feels like you’ve been waiting for them for centuries, your body stuck in the grass with a bruise over your left eye that doesn’t stop aching. You don’t even know how much you’re bleeding until they return to you again, caressing your sides and pulling away at the sight of a wound. 

Your angels are not dead. It’s enough relief for you to keep going, but they still look at you with furrowed brows. Blood spills from your mouth.

“I missed you. I missed you. I missed you.”

Your angels do not react. They only look at you with concern, shielding you from the blazing sun with their wings. They stare as you laugh, doubling over, falling backwards into the green grass. You only remember that you’re alive when they trace the contours of your body with their fingertips.

Despite the pain, the vision is familiar. You’re too distracted by their beauty, how their mere presence is arcadian in itself. You don’t need anything else. You could die here.

Here, between them and their celestial bodies, in the green, green grass. Spider lilies bloom around you like kisses in blessing as the golden evening swallows you up. There’s a sinking feeling—a literal one, of you descending into the ground in a way that feels like a loose feather falling.

Your angels reach for you until they grasp the whole of you and turn you inside out. They pull apart the mess of you, reshaping you, undoing tangles and knots and bending the stem of your being so you can be reborn in their image. They love you enough to do so.

And when you look back at them with love in your eyes, you flinch. They’re eclipsed by something terrible, too far away for you to reach. It’s bloody. It has a voice like skin scraping pavement, full-bodied whiskey.

You stretch your hand out only meet a sweaty palm. When you open your eyes, a pair of blue ones stare back at you.

[mindthewitch]

OKAY NOT TO SEEM LEERY

but kinda secretly leering

The part of the Good Omens Parody from Hillywood when Hilly Hindi says "eternity" literally sets me ablaze. The gesture is just so Crowley and done very well. Plus- snake eyes and sharp teeth, if you catch my drift.

The SECOND time this happens to me is when Hilly does this bit:

"The atmosphere will soon give in. Man, I'm such a fool! Why did I fall to sin?"

AND MAKES THIS FUCKIN FACE

Not only is it adorable but it's also giving wet cat vibes and I'm here for it. 🔥

And, oh no, that's not all. Because it wouldn't be a Good Omens parody without a little emotional whiplash, I get slapped in the face with,

"Always by my side, wow!" From Hannah Hindi, playing Aziraphale.

And then am immediately drawn and quartered by

CON-SE-CRA-TED GROUND -OW!

I have this fond adoration of Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship(he is always by Aziraphale's side🥹), and for that emotion to be thrown in between me screaming "HOT"(my lesbianism is screaming here at Hilly's wonderful adaptation of Crowley) and then immediately giggling(i cannot express in words the sound i made when i first heard and saw the consecrated ground line from Hillywood. Unholy and terrifying, most likely) and rewinding it to see it all again, surely makes me a little bit insane.

Regardless, I am indeed completely insane over Good Omens and will be positively bouncing off the walls until July 28th and most likely thereafter.

Subsequently, I am certifiable over the Hillywood Parody as well. So sorry u guys for this btw.

Hilly if you see this no u didnt

Finally, this is my formal apology to all my mutuals for this post, things I have reblogged and will reblog in the future, and any other batshit things that come out of my brain. The dam wall has broken and brother I'm flooding the plains. I will not be stopping anytime soon.

[aberooski]

Can you imagine if Syrus' friends are just as confused as the audience regarding the fact that Syrus never snapped or became evil?

Imagine them being like, "Are you sure you don't want to go apeshit now?" quite a lot of times and Syrus always shrugging like, "Nah, not right now."

Even Zane would be a bit on the edge by the time Syrus is in charge of his recovery.

Honestly Syrus had every right to snap at some point over Zane's treatment of him. Zane treated him so bad for so long that he suffers debilitating anxiety and extremely low self-esteem and self worth. But he never held a single thing against Zane. Honestly no one did for more than a single episode for the purpose of the episodic narrative.

Syrus looks up to Zane so much that he believes everything Zane says about him is right and that he has every right to treat him as poorly as he does. He adores his brother, he loves him and idolizes him and tries so hard to make him proud and after meeting Jaden and start to gain a little more confidence and learn to believe in himself, try to prove Zane wrong.

But no matter what people still see him as being in Zane's shadow. They tackle that in episode 4 season 2: "Sad But Truesdale" one of my favorite episodes btw lol which is really the only time we see him even remotely snap or get confrontational and stand up for himself, or at least it's the first time we see that.

But the thing is, at that point he and Zane have.... sort of made amends, namely Zane telling Sy he proved him wrong about saying Sy didn't belong at Duel Academy and saying he loves him before sacrificing himself to protect him from Camula back in episode 32, but being in season 2, Zane is about to go dark himself. which therein lies the reignited of the big issue.

Because after all of that progress they made, when Zane goes dark he reverts back to not caring about Syrus but even worse than before. Even back in season 1 they try to give you hints that he might actually care about Syrus a little bit not that I believe it for a second, but now he truly doesn't care at all. Not just not caring about Syrus but not caring about anyone. But it really comes to a head in episode 95, when Syrus duels Zane to try and remind him of who he used to be, but also to prove to Zane that he's strong enough to face him and strong enough to be a true duelist. Which only serves to land him in the hospital with Zane just writing him off as weak and just as worthless and weak as he had always said he was before. Just pure emotional whiplash for Sy to deal with after the progress they started making in season 1. I literally wrote an entire one shot about it that episode fucks me up so much and makes me so mad and upset But then there's even more whiplash in season 3 because Zane comes back and protects him in Dark World and helps him work through his conflicting feelings about Jaden, and then after basically bestowing Sy unto Jay:

"You can’t leave Syrus! 😢 He needs a big brother! 😭"

"He's got one. 😌"

LITERALLY SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP EVERYWHERE STOP I CAN'T

and telling Syrus he's proud of him he says literally nothing to Sy in the sub and I hate that just dies right in front of him.

Boom. More trauma.

And then they back pedal on his death and he's alive again in season 4 and Sy dedicates so much time and effort and attention and love hinto being his caretaker. When he has every right not to. Syrus is too good to be Zane's brother. Zane doesn't deserve him.

I know I've been blabbing on here and, but listen Sy's my favorite ever I have a lot to say akaksk 😂 Syrus had every right to snap at some point, that's my whole point, and the whole point of this whole ask I'm sorry for the whole dissertation happening here akksksk

Syrus needed to have his

Moment at some point. He deserved to get frustrated with Zane, to hold him accountable for everything he said and did to him. I hate that no one ever held anything against Zane and just gave him a pass for his abusive behavior. Syrus can if he wants to, that's his right and his choice but the others shouldn't have allowed it to continue happening and not call him out on it more than the one time Jay did in episode 8 and then just dropped it.

I know if I were his friend I would be very surprised he hadn't snapped ever. I think they all should be surprised, but also at the same time it's just not the type of person Sy is. He gets into arguments and is confrontational with people sometimes it's Hassleberry 9 times out of 10 lol but generally speaking he's very timid and is just content with his situation because Zane has beaten him down so much over the years. If anything they would be more surprised if he did snap or go dark, but I think if he did it would open their eyes to how they contributed to the problem by not actually holding Zane accountable for his actions.

But for the sake of this scenario, I think they might even encourage him to just let loose because holding all that stuff in isn't healthy, but he'd say no even though he definitely would want to deep down.

A real:

Kind of moment if you will. That's what they'd be trying to get him to do, but Syrus not allowing himself to let those feelings out and just having them pile up and fester while putting on the facade that he's okay and isn't angry about everything Zane put him through... yeah I think everyone should be worried and surprised that he hasn't snapped at that point and Zane should be very nervous about Sy taking the role as his caretaker. Because when he finally does snap? All I can say is yikes and good luck because when he finally does allow himself to snap in this scenario I think he would reach a really low spot because he's already there. He would just sink even lower.

They're gonna need all hands on deck to bring him back from that eruption of emotion and pain. Because letting the floodgates open to release that much hurt, I can tell you, not for the same reasons but from being hurt by people before, it's extremely difficult to close those gates again.

And one last point to that end, you know who I think would be integral to saving Sy from that? Chazz. Because he also has horrible and intense older sibling trauma and pain that he's trying to heal from himself, and it's not even all that different from his in some ways. He can understand Syrus's feelings better than anyone, and really sympathize with him and having someone who can even remotely understand his hurt would help Sy so much when he finally does snap. It would be double special too because they never really mixed all that well, but as shitty of a thing to relate to is, this they have in common. And I'd love to see them not like... trauma bond, but trauma bond if you know what I mean aksksk like kinda actually be friends. Because Jaden loves his bestie, but he and the others could only help so much because they know what he's been through, but don't really understand.

Chazz does.

Me currently typing this out:

[gemwolfz]

good morning chat (<- it's 12:30 pm) its time for a GEM FROG WATCHPOST (instead of putting it in the bg while i draw because ive accepted i cant draw and read at the same time)

btw my very legal straming site doesnt have episode descriptions and no way im remembering an episode thats been mentioned by number so i have no idea what im getting into. also im setting a timer to truly see how long my autistic ass can stretch a 15 minute episode. ok lets get started :)

okay first of all intro i havent seen yet lets GOOOO. PURURU SIGHTING IN THERE HEY GIRL!! i actually need to watch some eps with pururu in em btw. like hey show her to me. anyway good intro lots of guys spotted :)

^ CATEGORY 5 DORORO EVENT HI. experiencing the horrors as usual i see

i see so this is what we're doing today huh. do you intend to rip my heart out.

im sorry they have a fucking invasion planning chore wheel? thats really funny

OH IT'S THIS ONE HUH. THIS IS WHAT WE'RE DOING HUH (lovingly)

wcdonalds btw. sorry sorry wcdonalds cracks me up every time in any show

^^ his ass did NOT process what was just said!!!

he had it right the first several times cmon man.

hes taking this in stride huh. even in category 5 THE LORE situations the silly grind doesnt stop

why is zeroro resonance so fucking stupid btw. sorry man.

screenshot that speaks for itself man

somehow i dont think "my alien ninja partner is in serious trouble i need to leave immediately" will be counted as an excused absence by your teachers but after scaling a building in a single leap i dont think anybodys gonna question you. i love you koyuki

[this image set broke in the editor but it included keroro and tamama calling zeroro SO MEAN for not explaining his plan to them] frankly i respect keroros unwillingness to treat situations with the proper gravity because i do the same thing king

his ass does not care

he changed his mind something is terribly wrong

okay lets be real here the platoon would NOT have found him there. if he hadn't been able to contact koyuki he'd have been fucked. badly. something something being saved again by the person who showed you the warmth and beauty the planet has to offer

literally yeah the fate of the planet is held by natsumi being able to throw frogs like splat balls. pov youre giroro and the number one person standing between you guys and invasion is decidedly the girl who is constantly personally stopping you from blowing shit up. this is a personal attack

important and relevant but also im sorry "brat" is incredibly funny word choice coming from tamama

no reaction i can put into words. btw this episode is labelled as a filler episode. just so you know. i just think thats funny. haha so silly

aye.......................................... i would be using more reaction images but i have to prioritize screenshots. anyway god.

they were holding their fucking BREATH. his ass could have died!! badly!!! their deep sigh of relief is not as visible as i'd have hoped but you know. you feel me.

there are reactions i am making that are sound effects i cannot put into words sorry. im better at posting silly nonsense im sure you understand. hell, post horse staring at the ocean MAN again

he goes "i'm sorry about that, everyone!" as if it was fucking nothing. DUDE. This is why you caught that trauma-eating brain parasite because you just act like shit was NOTHING DUDE...

........yea...........................

NO EYECATCH OR ANYTHING? YOURE JUST GONNA TAKE US TO THE NEXT EPISODE? OKAY. OKAY THATS FINE. THAT'S FINE.

gem conclusion:

anyway i spent an hour watching this ten minute episode. sorry for maybe a weak reaction post i need to stir this episode in my head like a soup. thank you plates for your recommendation. join me in the rbs later as i may watch episode B and experience whatever tonal whiplash this episode came with

[sorryimananti-romantic]

angel!yeosang singing to reader "oh my body, i don't wanna stop until the break of dawn" before he.. well.. went into retirement.

but yes!! i could definitely tell how much you keep improving after reading dazzling light (from 2022 btw.). and this is NAWT saying you were bad at it before 🙅🙅🙅 however you have changed positively so, yep yep yep!!

you remind me i forgot to mention some in my rblg, ofc. the way in which you build up to plottwists NOW is much more difficult (/pos) to foresee as a reader. sometimes it's nice to have a straight-forward plot and be able to tell how it's gonna end and other times i love to be pulled in by secrecy and be whiplashed by endings i did not see coming (*kisses out to An Empire of Dreams and Illusions*)

also, i love to see how over the amount of works you've written, it's really noticeable that you push to create and write worlds, lores, characters the yumi way™. everyone gets inspired and motivated by others and arts of many ways, being able to use that energy and make something out of it that is so Y O U is 👏👏👏 never an easy feat. 🩷

embrace the cringe. be the cringe. [insert burning elmo gif here]

every creation is a contextual piece of their time and place. not every rework is necessary but no harm recycling ideas or getting inspired by previous works. i heard it's good for the planet.

i don't remember WHEN our wedding took place but i am also not opposed to a runaway marriage, endless honeymoons, no consequences. that.. always ends well in fanfictions, right?..

what'd ya think about a honeymoon in south korea and japan? we could take the ferry from busan to fukuoka and really channel that deluyuyu travel boyfriendism

○ chron 🃏

WENT INTO RETIREMENT- (but yeah that's pretty much what happened lmao)

ahaha thanks yeah, i understand! like the writing style obviously improves the more you write but i think i'm more creative with my plots now? sometimes i do like writing predictable stuff like if there's a friends to lovers fic, there's only so much you can do lmao. but yeah i'm glad that it's getting harder for you all to foresee the direction of my fics AHAHA i like that-- i always leave hints tho ;)

AHAHA the yumi way™ i'm gonna remember this :') i've actually heard that a lot about my fics and honestly that's prob my fav part about writing like i can create my own universe and do whatever i want with it. but yes, even when i'm inspired by sth else, i just like to make it as unique as possible! that's very true, thank you for noticing and pointing it out!

oh i am the cringe ahaha it's a part of me i can't deny that but yes. thank you for that :')

oh so you wanted a step by step huh? i see i see (i just presumed the wedding happened already oops KJHFDJKGH) but omg. your honeymoon plan is perfect it's actually my irl dream to do that so you've read my mind :') we shall channel exactly that :') oh to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom with you :'))

[la0hu]

skz ate first impressions

Mountains

something extremely 2015 about this beat… something very NEFFEX/imagine dragons adjacent… i think it’s objectively maybe terrible but i also actually have two entire spotify playlists dedicated to this genre of music bc i love it. league of legends AMV music. 6/10

Chk Chk Boom

dude these tones are so different from what they normally do??? changbin, jeongin, seungmin, chan? all in a row?

wait hold on this bumps... actually. guys i think it bumps?

not the la vida loca lmao

the best parts are the verses but they’re excellent. chorus is okay; i’m guessing the choreo will make up for it. i hate how short the song is though. 7.5/10 (btw SO much better than lalalala)

JJAM

oh fuck yeah. this is what i signed up for. same table as ITEM and DOMINO just from the opening beat. prechorus is boring though.

GOTdamn! lol the chorus is so silly i love it… all the food references are reminding me of Cheese

my synesthesia is really confused right now. i worry this song isn’t super cohesive and it’ll be forgotten in the archives (e.g. get lit, top line). or maybe it’s gonna be a certified hit. it’s walking that line… i like the half-assed EDM breakdown in the bridge! 9/10*

I Like it

snoreeeeee. this song sucks lol. 2/10*

(it reminds me too much of Charlie Puth or contemporary Jungkook. i hate the pop elements. they should’ve leaned into the drill more, or done Hanpop, or whatever they did with Ex or Chill or Mixtape: OH or literally any other type of pop. i thought it was super fun and sexy they wrote a song about flings but they fumbled the production here)

Runners

i am getting the cyberpunk vibes chan was talking about, it’s nice i guess. wait no the chorus is bad. they should’ve made it actually edgy, not this inspirational major key schlock.

rare case of me disliking felix’s verse

it’s giving Blind Spot, which i didn’t like for similar reasons. the song isn’t done yet but i’m already sure it’s a 4/10

twilight

it’s alright i guess? never been a ballad girl. i think i liked Cover Me more. 4/10

Stray Kids

it’s my kryptonite… drum and bass with felix’s higher register… beautiful angel

to be completely honest i cannot rate this song objectively. despite all the cynicism and harsh reviews i give them, i’m still a stay and i feel so sentimental at the chorus i can’t think past that lol. maybe the beat is boring but does it matter? it’s a tribute song. they say “hellevator” and i’m already sold. 8/10

Chk Chk Boom festival ver.

STOP IT! YOU ARE NOT LE SSERAFIM!!!!! NOR NEWJEANS!!

wait hold on. i didn’t hear this choral instrumental. actually this is good lol you could totally play this at a festival! i thought it was just a sped-up version but now i’ve completely changed my mind; this is extremely valid. still don’t love the sped-up verses but i love DJ VXNILLX. 7/10

some final notes: i was trapped on the I-90 after work today and blasted the album the entire time, and upon further reflection, JJAM is cohesive and is thus a certified hit, and although i still think I Like It is still kind of bad, i also think it's catchy and i like the despicability of the lyrics.

unfortunately i do think this album is just another variation on a theme that was established with Rock-star, where it's a mini album with one title track, one JJAM/ITEM/COMFLEX, one I Like It / Blind Spot / Leave, one ballad, one Megaverse/Mountains to start off the tracklist (they're literally the same song actually), and a couple semi sentimental tracks to close out the album (compare Runners to Social Path to Stray Kids the song). it's a formula and it's not completely divorced from what they did with Maxident for example, but their sound isn't really changing much since 5-star dropped. i miss the whiplash i got when they went from Oddinary to Maxident. and as much as i do actually like Chk Chk Boom, it feels like they're definitely trying to make something to market, and the sub-three minute duration makes the song suffer for it

[hoetolegist]

Use and abuse me

Summary: You pressed your forehead against the glass and just took a moment to breathe and think. You listened to the sounds of the heavy winds whipping through the trees as you closed your eyes and inhaled. How did you get here? Why did you let yourself get here?

Warnings: consensual drug use, attempted forced drug use, manipulation, crying before and during sex, yelling, gaslighting, implied betrayal, he's very rough when handling her so I'm gonna put abuse just to be safe, explicit language, Stefan is toxic toxic, poor y/n, rough sex, low-key breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink, oral (F receiving), dirty talk, slow sex, intimate sex, when I say Stefan gives you emotional whiplash I mean it, everything that happens when they have sex is consensual, they are fucking outside btw, on a terrace, on a small glass table, under the bright stars lol

Note: This is FICTION. I obviously would not enjoy seeing myself or anybody else in a situation like this in real life. I don't own any of the characters used (except "y/n" duh)

"You did this to me!" You banged on the table with all the strength you could muster as you pushed your seat back to stand up, the half full cups of liquor fell to the floor with a thud. "All you do is hurt me! Look at me Stefan! This isn't who I used to be" you shouted into the crisp night air

Stefan just examined you like you were a child throwing a fit. He never really looked at you, he examined you, watched you as if you were some science experiment. He watched as your mascara smudged under your eyes from crying, he watched as your knees got scratched and bruised from kneeling and begging, he watched as you lost yourself and who you used to be completely

You heard Stefan sigh loudly, letting you know he was annoyed. "Stop crying" he said, straight faced, as if that was all it took to shut you up. He grabbed a bottle of pills and threw them at you "you did this to yourself Y/n. You were doing this long before me. I just gave you the push you needed to truly accept what you do" he shrugged nonchalantly

You scoffed, not knowing wether you should be angry or sad. You loved him, everything you did was to prove your love to him, hoping in the slightest chance that he would love you back, that he would continue to love you back. If you could've guessed that it would end up like this, you wouldn't have been so stupid, you wouldn't have left your whole life behind for him

But Stefan was right, you did this to yourself. You were fucked up way before you met him, meeting him just intensified all of your highs. He was exactly what you needed at the moment. You craved the way Stefan touched you and you craved the attention that he gave you. He just drug you deeper and deeper into the hole that you already dug for yourself

"You'll never admit it but you wanted this life. I just gave it to you baby"

You flinched at the pet name "no no I didn't" you stared at the pills that spilled at your feet "I didn't ask for this". You squeezed your eyes shut and sunk down to the floor, not having enough energy to keep yourself up anymore

"Fuck fuck fuck" you chanted to yourself, clutching your chest and gasping for air, it felt like a weight was being pushed deeper and deeper into your chest. Stefan was by your side in a split second enveloping you in his arms. "Hey, hey, breathe. You're okay baby" he softly brushed your hair with his hand and if you didn't know any better you would have cuddled into his arms and enjoyed the warmth

You didn't have the energy to push the man back or fight him off, you allowed Stefan to hold you on the empty terrace. Maybe this is the life you were supposed to live, maybe this is what you were looking for all along. To be used and broken into pieces. It's what you need, it's what you deserve

Eventually the heavy breathing turned into loud, body aching sobs as Stefan held you and rocked you slowly. "I love you, I love you so much I feel like I might die without you" you confessed through tears "but I can't do this anymore". Your voice was shaky, no matter how hard you tried to stop it. You wanted to sound confident, sure of yourself, you wanted Stefan to see that you were serious

You pulled out of Stefan's hold, momentarily surprised that he let you. "I won't do this anymore" you pulled yourself up onto shaky legs

But Stefan just chuckled lowly. He grabbed two pills off of the floor before standing back up to face you. He watched as you flinched when he lifted his hand to touch your cheek and he softly smiled at the hitch in your breath when he lightly traced your bottom lip with his thumb

He brought the pills up to your mouth with one hand and used the other to hold your chin "baby, I love that you think you have a choice". He traced your lips with one of the pills "remember when we used to take these?" he questioned with a hum "percs used to get us so fucked up, made you beg for my cock all the time" his warm breath fanned across your lips as he whispered about your past choices

You tensed as Stefan pushed one in your mouth. You guys stared at each other for a second and you saw a flash of amusement in his eyes, you weren't surprised that he was enjoying this. Normally you'd cower down in fear and maybe you should've but instead you spit the pill into Stefan's face, pushed him away from you and used all of the strength you had left to run for the door

Stefan stumbled back but caught himself before he could fall. He watched you intensely, narrowing his eyes as he slowly walked closer to you struggling to open the door. You were panicking. The door won't fucking open and you can feel Stefan burning a hole in your back with his stare. It was scary, you wanted to leave, you needed to get out of there and away from this man. You slapped on the door, hoping someone would hear you from outside the penthouse but then you felt warmth press up against you, pinning you to the door

Stefan pressed his chest against your back then he grabbed your waist. "You think you can just run away from me pretty?" He whispered into your ear, feeling you shaking in his arms. "You think I'd make it that fucking easy for you to run away from me?" his voice was rising with each word that came out of his mouth

"Turn around" he demanded

You pressed your forehead against the glass and just took a moment to breathe and think. You listened to the sounds of the heavy winds whipping through the trees as you closed your eyes and inhaled. How did you get here? Why did you let yourself get here?

"Turn the fuck around Y/n!" Stefan banged his fist on the door causing you to jump and the glass to rattle. You slowly turned around to face Stefan with your eyes shut, you didn't want to see the look on his face. You were scared to look him in the eye, scared that you'd cower down again if you did. He had a way of doing that to you, making you feel like you were beneath him

He grabbed your chin so hard it'll probably leave bruises "didn't I tell you that I don't like repeating myself?". You could imagine the fire in his eyes, the dark look he's giving you right now. You gulped harshly, your throat dried up from the fear that coursed through you. "I asked you a question Y/n, don't piss me off" he talked as if he was counting to ten in his head, trying to calm himself down

You sucked in a shaky breath "y-yes you did" you could feel the hot tears burning your cheeks as they began to fall. It was embarrassing, you always let him win, you can never win and you were tired of it. You couldn't help but be frustrated at not only Stefan but yourself, you were drained and you shouldn't be. You should be trying to fight, trying to save yourself and get back home but you couldn't no matter how hard you tried because you love him

Stefan reached his free hand up, allowing his fingertips to lightly graze your cheek, reveling in the wetness of your tears and the way your lashes fanned across the apple of your cheeks when your eyes were closed

He bent his head down to whisper in your ear "baby" he chuckled lowly. He placed a few soft kisses along the shape of your jawline before sliding his hand up the back of your neck to grab a handful of your hair. He pulled your head back harshly "don't you ever do anything like that again" his lips ghosted across your earlobe "do you understand?"

You squirmed in Stefan's hold, your chest rising and falling heavily. You squeezed your eyes, keeping them shut, waiting for the harsh hold on your hair to let up but it seemed to only get tighter. "Yes I understand" you rushed out, your head was starting the throb and you just wanted it to stop

You opened your eyes to find Stefan looking down at you. You stared into his eyes, searching his face to try and read him, trying to.find just a little bit of emotion behind them. You know that Stefan would never hurt you so long as you show him that you understand, you can't fight back

"Stefan please" you squeaked out, defeated and not having the energy to fight back anymore

"Don't you have something to say to me?" Stefan let go of your hair but still towered over you. He gently dragged his knuckles along your jawline, his raspy voice vibrating through your body "I think I deserve an apology"

You nodded your head "I'm so s-sorry"

"For?"

This was a game to Stefan, he loved having you at his mercy, begging for forgiveness when you did the slightest thing to push him over the edge. He loved that you gave him that power, that control. When he first met you, you were broken, so broken that he knew he could mold you into the perfect compliant little doll just for him and you are, perfect for him and him only

"For saying and doing things I d-don't mean" you felt hot tears falling down your face again "I love you baby" you cupped Stefan's face with your hands "I don't want to run away from you, I didn't mean it"

Truth is, you wouldn't have anywhere to go even if you did manage to get away. You pushed all of your friends away and practically told your parents to fuck off and die. They wouldn't want you back and you could never bring yourself to face them again even if you had the chance. Maybe that's why you never tried too hard to get away, you knew deep down that you'd have no where else to call home. Stefan loves you, takes care of you, doesn't judge you and keeps you safe. Why should you give that up?

You blinked through the blurriness of your tears. Your eyes were starting to burn from crying so much and you just wanted to lay down and sleep in your lovers arms

But of course Stefan wouldn't have that

He lowered your hands then held your chin with his fingers, making you look up at him. His eyes flickered to your lips "you know I don't like yelling at you. You just have to know your place baby" he whispered while softly caressing your cheek and wiping the lone tear that slipped from your eye. You nodded in understanding and wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him

"I love you" he murmured before pulling you into a slow, passionate kiss

Emotional whiplash, is how you would describe your every encounter with Stefan. One minute the man is throwing a fit, punching doors and tables, making you fear for your life and the next minute he's holding you gently, kissing you slowly, telling you that he loves you and making you feel the safest you ever felt

It hurts, how you could feel so safe in the arms of someone so crazy

You whimpered as Stefan began to place feather light kisses down your neck. You wanted more, you wanted Stefan to fuck you hard and rough, you want to forget about everything that happened today

As if he could read your mind he grabbed your ass and squeezed tightly, coaxing a moan out of you. "You want me to fuck you out here baby?" he breathed against your neck, still sucking bruises into the once unblemished skin. You nodded, loving the feel of Stefan's lips on you since you were craving his touch all day. You moaned out at a particular nip under your ear and lifted your hands to run your fingers through Stefan's hair but the contact was taken away just as quickly as it was given

You almost cried at the loss of his touch but when you opened your eyes you immediately lit up at the sight of Stefan sitting at the table making three lines out of some white power that was in one of the bags he put out. "Just for you baby" he said, waving you over

You fixed your shirt and adjusted your shorts before walking over to the small glass table that sat in the middle of the terrace. You sat on Stefan's lap, back to chest and watched in fascination as the man used his blue credit card to make neat lines. "Can I do it?" You turned around to stare at Stefan with the puppy eyes

"Maybe next time" he pulled you back against him "let me take care of you" he murmured softly against your ear

You perked up at the promise of being cared for, you love when Stefan takes care of you. "Mm" you sat back and waited for him to tell you what to do

When Stefan was done he put the card to the side and massaged your hips "go ahead baby". You bit your lip and looked back at Stefan, the man was looking at you so intensely, so full of love and desire. In a situation like this you'd think feelings like that would cease to exist but you can see it, even if it doesn't show as much as you want

You bent down, your nose close to the table and your ass pressed down against Stefan's hardening dick. "Fuck you're so sexy" you heard Stefan groan as he rubbed all over your ass. That egged you on and soon enough you had your finger pressing down on one nostril while you inhaled deeply across one of the lines with the other

The burn always hits you right away, it felt good to have that tingly feeling back. You sat back up and shook your head, "Fuck" you breathed out a sigh of content

It was a sensational feeling, one that you can't get anytime else with anyone else except for Stefan. You were relaxed and soon enough by the time Stefan did both of the other lines, everything you felt emotionally and physically was heightened. You could feel Stefan's hands rubbing all over your body, rubbing up and down your back, his warm breath fanning across your neck, everything. You moaned, high pitched and whiny, not caring about how needy you sounded. You were just intensely horny now

You didn't even realize that you were grinding down against Stefan until he squeezed your hips to stop you. "Get on the table" he smacked one of your ass cheeks and pointed at the table. You didn't want to ask any questions, you just wanted to feel, the urge to feel overrided any other emotion

Without any questions you got on the table, spreading your legs wide. Stefan licked his lips and rubbed his hands up your legs, pulling them apart just a bit more. He pulled your shirt off, eyes darkening when he noticed you didn't have a bra on then he unbuttoned your shorts, pulling them down to your ankles when you lifted yourself up a bit

"So wet for me already"

You moaned softly when Stefan flicked your clit. He knew your body better than anybody else you've ever been with, he touched you exactly how you wanted to be touched. "Tell me what you want me to do" Stefan said while lazily trailing a finger through your folds

You licked your lips "I want you to eat me out and finger me"

With a hum Stefan stood up and grabbed your ankles, making you lay back on the table. He pulled your shorts off completely and threw them to the side. He sat back down, now his face was aligned with your pussy, the prettiest pussy he ever saw. He parted the glistening lips, hearing you whimper from the cool air hitting your exposed pussy. The hole fluttered like it just needed a cock in it but instead of a cock Stefan lowered his head and slowly licked a stripe from your core to your clit

"Fuck, don't tease" you breathed. You let your head lay back against the table as you stared at the sky. You couldn't see Stefan properly as much as you wanted to, the table was too small and your bottom half was literally hanging off of it. You spread your legs out more and held them up

Stefan chuckled, the vibrations going straight through you, making you moan. You let go of one leg to grip Stefan's hair as the older started fucking his tongue in and out of your hole. "Mm so good baby" you whined, grinding your pussy against his face

Suddenly Stefan pulled away and flipped you over so you were on your stomach, feet planted on the floor and ass hanging off the table. He moved the chair out of the way and got on his knees, burying his face back into your pussy. As he licked and nippled on your sensitive clit, he also circled your hole with two fingers and slid both of them in at once. Your knees buckled, eyes rolling back at the pleasurable intrusion

"Tell me how you feel baby. You know I love to hear you"

"Feels s-so good" you whined as Stefan began scissoring his fingers inside, searching for your g-spot. "Right there, right there" you chanted breathlessly when he pressed against your spot. He started ramming his fingers in at a brutal pace as he sucked on your clit harder. Your thighs were shaking and you gripped onto the table harshly, knuckles paling from the grip. It was when Stefan lightly dragged his teeth against your clit that you finally came with a shout of his name

He continued to finger you until you were whining for him to stop because you were getting sensitive. "Okay okay" you said breathlessly as you reached a hand back to pull him away. He kissed your sensitive clit one more time before moving to leave light kisses on your ass cheeks, making his way up your spine until he was standing up behind you, kissing your neck and pressing his clothed erection against your bare pussy

"Wish I had a mirror out here so I can make you look at yourself" Stefan whispered in your ear as he unbuckled his belt. He sloppily kissed and nipped your shoulder as he pulled his hardened cock out. "So needy and submissive, just for me" he moaned softly, now rubbing the tip of his cock between your wet folds

Your pussy pulsated, waiting for him to slide inside of you. "Tell me you need me" he said, leaning back and pulling one of your ass cheeks so he can see as he rubbed his cock against your pussy. "Tell me and I'll fuck you as rough as you want" Stefan wanted to fuck you right now just as much as you wanted him to fuck you but he wanted to hear you say it, he needs you to need him

You looked back at him just as he looked at you, locking eyes with him was scary since he always looked at you so intensely but every time you look at him no matter how scared you get, you also get butterflies in your stomach. You know for a fact that you need him, you really do. He's all you have and he took good care of you when no one else did, you love him

"I need you baby, I need you so much" you replied, not breaking eye contact with him until he began to slowly push into you. You pressed your cheek against the table, mouth open in a silent moan as his cock stretched you open. Once he was fully in with his hips pressed against your ass, he slid a hand up your spine, touch light, making you tingle with anticipation

"Yeah you do" he whispered, more to himself than to you. He grabbed your hair and wrapped his other arm around your waist as he pulled you up, your back just a few inches away from being right against his chest. He started off slow, thrusting in and out at a torturing pace as he left sloppy kisses on your neck. "You'll always need me y/n" he breathed against your neck, kissing under your ear

After that he let you go and set a brutal pace, ramming into you harshly as you balanced yourself against the table. "y-you're so deep" you moaned as he kept hitting a spot that made your legs feel like jelly. He squeezed your hips so tight that you're sure it'll leave bruises but you loved to look in the mirror and see how much he ruined you

"Mhm" he moaned as he pulled your ass cheeks apart and watched his cock move in and out of you "you're taking me like a good slut, making me feel so good" he allowed his eyes to flutter closed as he focused on the feeling of your pussy and how wet you are for him

You closed your eyes as well, your mouth open in a "O" shape. You love when he talks to you like that, praising you yet degrading you at the same time. "Fuck" you shuddered, feeling your orgasm about to hit you head on. Stefan stopped moving when he felt you squeezing impossibly tighter around him, he wanted to fuck you for just a little bit longer

"Don't cum yet baby" he demanded as both of you breathed harshly. He placed small kisses on your shoulder, thrusting slowly a few more times before pulling out completely. You tried to push your hips back to chase his cock but he stopped with a smack on your ass. "Turn around" he said and you didn't dare disobey his commend, quickly turning around. He smiled at you as he watched you sit back up on the table and it was the softest you've ever seen him, he doesn't smile much but when he does it's so beautiful. He looks like a completely different person when he smiles, it reminds you why you fell in love with him in the first place

Stefan rubbed your sides gently, a contrast from the rough way he was just fucking into you. "I love you" he whispered as he slid back into you and started circling his hips against yours. "Tell me you won't leave me" he hugged you to his chest and put his forehead on your shoulder as he continued to slowly thrust in you. You allowed him to hold you tightly as he fucked you slow, but desperately

The sudden switch up confused you, he never really talked like this during sex and he was never really too intimate. Slow sex was never your thing when it came to sex with him but you never knew how badly you needed it from him until now. For some reason it felt even better than the rough sex, you could feel him more, not just his movements but his feelings. He's always so closed off with you but you love him anyway, you want him to open up to you one day

"I won't leave you. I won't ever leave you" you reassured him as he breathed harshly into your neck. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer, well as close as you both could get. "Talk to me baby" you put a hand in his hair and kissed wherever you could reach. "Talk to me please, just once" you just wanted him to open up you, at least for tonight. You knew he wasn't going to talk but you were begging for him to open up just once so you could help him

Stefan grabbed under both of your knees and lifted your legs up, pulling them wider apart. He placed small kisses on your shoulder and collarbone "did you take the pill today?" he huffed out between groans. You tensed up against him, you didn't take the pill today. It was a busy day and it slipped your mind completely. Fuck, how could you forget the fucking birth control pill? You didn't want to tell him, he'd be mad at you and you didn't want him to be mad at you, not right now. But you didn't want to lie to him either, what if you ended up pregnant and he stopped loving you?

You slowly shook your head no and closed your eyes as tears built up "No, fuck I- I wasn't thinking I'm sorry" you said before he could say anything. But he didn't say anything and he didn't stop or pull out, he just moaned even louder and picked up his pace. He seemed even more determined to fuck you and the thought of him actually wanting to get you pregnant made your pussy clench around his cock

He looked at your face as he rolled his hips into you, he wanted to see your reaction to everything. "You're so beautiful" he said as he wiped away your tears, he groaned "I'm gonna cum and you're gonna take it like a good girl, okay?". You knew that he wasn't giving you an option, he was telling you but even if he did give you an option, you wanted to feel him cum in you, you want it so bad. You nodded then there was no talking after that, you both didn't break eye contact as he fucked you. It wasn't as slow as a few minutes ago but it was still intimate and he was still vulnerable, you could see it in his eyes

Both of you were now in a trance that wouldn't be broken until a mutual release. You clenched around him as you felt your orgasm building up again, every inch of him was rubbing against your g-spot and your legs were practically vibrating around his waist. "You really want me to fill you up, huh? Fucking slut" Stefan said with a smug smile on his face, he knew that you wanted it and the fact that he knew is what pushed you over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm

"Don't stop I'm cum-" your sentence cut off into a choked scream as your body jerked and your vision turned white and fuzzy. Stefan kept a slow and steady rhythm throughout your whole orgasm, waiting until you fell limp onto the table, body relaxed and head feeling light

Stefan grabbed your hips, squeezing tightly and increased his speed. Your body bounced uncontrollably as he slammed into you hard and fast, chasing his orgasm and giving you another one. "Ah, slow down" you whined, feeling sensitive and over stimulated. He slowed down and gave you long deep strokes, his cock throbbed inside of you as he neared his climax

A couple more thrust and he groaned loudly, burying himself deep until his balls were flush against your pussy. With a loud and deep moan he released inside of you "fuuuck" he closed his eyes and his body jerked a couple of times as he continued to penetrate you slowly "mm you take my cum so well" he circled his hips as he leaned forward to catch your lips into a slow kiss

It was so exhilarating, you were high off of him and his touch. You wanted more, you always wanted more when it came to him. "I love you so much" you slurred your words a little as sleepiness started to take over. You winced from over sensitivity as he pulled out "and you won't leave me right? Even if I get pregnant?" You felt like words were just coming out of your mouth without your brain controlling it but you couldn't stop, you were feeling so many things at once and something needed out

You wrapped your arms around Stefan's neck as he picked you up bridal style and carried you into the penthouse. He didn't answer your questions and the pout on your face proved that it was bothering you. He sat you on the toilet for you to pee while he ran some water for a bath "are you okay?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry. You hummed to let him know you heard him and that you're fine

"Use your words baby" he demanded with a tired sigh. Both of you needed some sleep and you were too tired to speak, your high was wearing off and your head was starting to hurt. You got up to get in the bath, slowly sinking down into the warm water and releasing a relaxed breath. You closed your eyes

"I'm fine" you said softly "you- you didn't answer my question" you decided to get the conversation over with. You honestly weren't sure if you wanted to hear his answer because what if he said he can't love you anymore? What would you do? You have nobody else and nowhere to go, he's all you've ever known for the past few years, he's all you ever wanted to know

You relaxed back against Stefan's chest as he got into the tub behind you. "I won't leave you" he whispered in your ear softly, placing a small kiss under it. He grabbed the body wash and squeezed some into his hand to lather it on your skin. "I love you, you're mine forever" he knows how much you love to hear him say that, you are his and he promised to you and himself that he'll take good care of you. "And if we have a baby, then we have a baby. I'm still never going to leave you" he finished, gently massaging your scalp with the body wash

You breathed out a sigh of relief at the confession and the feeling. Of course he loves you, you'd be stupid to think he doesn't. "Promise?" You asked, turning to him with eyes full of joy and hope. He kissed you softly on the lips and smiled "yeah I promise"

Promises are meant to be broken

[deadmantellsnotales]

Hey folks! It’s time for a round of Penn has an idea but can’t draw it! ~Animatic edition~

This idea is Casey centered and goes with the song Ship in a Bottle by fin (which is an amazing song btw!!)

The song basically tackles the struggles Casey has about adjusting to the present while also keeping some parts of the resistance secret from everyone (besides the few happy moments that happened).

He feels his anxiety get the better of him, being slightly protective of the others, too tense and wary of everything around, flinching at every sound that echoes in the night.

Because of how many deaths and tragedies happened in the apocalypse, Casey has blocked most of them out, at least until they haunt him in his sleep after he is in the present timeline.

He see’s the piles of dead bodies, the blood seeping from their lifeless flesh as they laid on the debris covered ground. Every face is carved into his brain and he can’t get rid of the images. There’s this longing of wanting to share his nightmares, to have the reassurance that everything was fine, but seeing the turtles being happy and not affected by the total apocalypse of the Krang, he holds himself back.

He doesn’t want to scare the others more than the krang situation already did.

The others slowly realize Casey’s actions and try to help him in the few ways they can, but feels like their efforts are fruitless as Casey waves them off and leaves every time the topic comes up.

Cue in the part where Leo comes through the portal.

Casey feels conflicted about seeing his sensei, he’s happy that he’s alive yet at the same time has grieved and learned to accept that he died. How does a teen deal with that emotional whiplash of seeing someone you thought was dead standing right in front of you?

Reluctant avoidance that’s what.

Casey sticks by Leo’s side for the full part of his recovery but as Leo adapts to the present, Casey is distancing himself not because he wants to, but because seeing his sensei brings back the horrible memories he wants to forget.

Of course Leo knowing Casey all his life, spots this but can’t seem to get an answer out of his student. And it takes being saved after a wild mutant to make the kid talk.

Casey let’s out all his anxieties, fears, nightmares and all the things he’s been holding back, and Leo can see theirs guilt swirling in his kids eyes.

“I’m mad at myself and I hate it-“ Leo let Casey his his plastron, his fist tight and clenched as his emotions started pouring out. “I-I’m mad that the others can have a peaceful life and not have to go through anything we did. I’m mad that I can’t get any sleep because all of the dead bodies and killings keep replaying in my head. I’m mad that I feel like I have to avoid you to not feel like my life is still in danger and that seeing you makes me realize we’re all alone. Our family is dead and we’re the only ones who made it out alive.”

Leo pulls Casey into a tight hug, his arms tightly wrapped around the teen.

“You are never alone Casey. Everyone is watching over us even while we’re still living, and I know that they’re proud of you for making it this far. I’m so proud of you for making it this far and saving the future. I couldn’t have asked for a better student.”

Anata wa hitori janai

Now Casey can’t stop his tears, he hides his face in Leo’s plastron and the older turtle can’t help but hug his student just a bit tighter.

“Everything’s okay Casey. I’m right here. We’re here with you.”

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Red

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

NO MONOLOGUE 😱😱😱

[“We stole that power first!  It’s ours!”  So she was ranting about this in s1 even before she was ranting about this (re. Alec) in s2, I see]

*sigh* so bitchy. So hot. S’not fair

I’ll live in an abandoned building for that tub  *sigh*

Togan! 😁

How did you know that?  Some good ears  [The water was splashing pretty loudly tbf]  True ☠️

[Max prioritizing herself over the greater good again]  Does she ever not tho?  [True!  Also, it might be fine if she didn't then act like she was some paragon of virtue later]

Must be so dehumanizing for these poor men to be lifted like a rag doll by her

Sorry but.  Buddy there was no blood.  You’re just stupid

["I thought you were dead"  Damn, this is the episode catchphrase, apparently alkdsjf]  ☠️☠️☠️

[OH IT'S THIS ONE!  Get ready to be annoyed]

“Coulda been worse.”  ☠️☠️☠️

“Here’s some spending money” ☠️☠️☠️ *sigh* Must be nice.  She should respect the shit out of him

THEY GONNA HOOK UP!?!

Look here bitchy man

How boujie of him

Oh she kinky

BOUJIE

🥺🥺🥺

Money! 🤣🤣  Yeeep it’ll get you anything

Speaking of off the record… How’d you get this tape

Budddy that’s not healthyyyy!  Stop watching yourself get shot

Nooooo Wot Is Happening How Even Did He get them in there  [Magic]

MEN 😤  [Ma'am, you're married… I remind you that you got yourself hitched to one of them]  He’s different (most days) ☠️  He’s the exception.  But he still has his “men” moments

[OH MY GOD THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  The one time it’s very much not welcome  [Enemies to friends to lovers?]  Does that happen?!  [No aslkdfj]

“It’s all coming back to me now”...  I got my ass kicked by a lady

[btw, her mission security is shit here]

This scene is giving me whiplash

Oh he has escapéd  [laksdjflkajfd the accent is stunning]  ☠️

Did she not think this would happen???? Dumbo.  [Like I said, mission security sucks]  ☠️☠️

[Okay, but her dealing with the guy extorting the working girls was, grudgingly, great]

You know when you got these scenarios where the persons life is in danger but they are stupid?  [All too well]  And keep running away?  I don’t even feel bad when they ultimately get got

*sigh* she's showing off her Manticore stuff without call for it again  ☠️☠️

“My wife” ☠️☠️

Buddy I’m sorry, but you do not have the right lifestyle to be reproducing  [You're not wrong]

Cliche bad guy: has a kid so isn’t “so” bad 🙂🙃

Is he lying?  I feel like he’s lying.  And she’s just stupid.  (Cause she gave the ol soft smile awww he’s a good dad face: Women… we got our flaws too)  [I?  Don't think so?  I think that was genuine]

– – –

Okay… Midpoint *sigh* imma lil rusty.  BUT.  This fecking man (Bruno) is annoying af!  *sigh*  Like, Max is annoying.  Logan is annoying sometimes.  Hell, they all have their moments.  But this man… Like, buddy is such a good father he HAS to call his daughter every night.. but can’t take the fact people are trying to kill him serious enough to stay put!?!  And in all honesty I don’t have too much more. Other than Logan ridiculously torturing himself with reasons he hates the guy he wants max to save ☠️ nothing else has happened til now

– – –

[I maintain that Normal wears makeup]  ☠️☠️☠️  I believe it

I LOVE HER! And him!  [This watchthrough, I'm loving both Normal and OC even more than I did last time]

“Dumbo”  [Look, is you!]  Shush

WHY WOULD YOU GO SEE YOUR KID YOU IDIOTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?!  LIKE?!?!?!?!

[Okay but that "yahoo" was adorable]  I know but still  [Shush]

Seeeeeeee  [Shush.  The yahoo was cute]  And the gunman took a giant shit on the cuteness ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Buh-ruh  [OH SHIT THEM Rightttttt I remember this]

Ooooh ok fire knife makes sense now

Who is this guy?  [idk but I remember liking him]  Did I miss him coming up  [Nah, I don't think we know him]  Oh 🤣 He just randomly popped up.  I was like….. who are you!?

Oooof I got caught up in the story 🤣🤣🤣 but how cliche: a bomb threat

Oh

Double-cross!  Evil!  Man!  [Did I mention she's kinda dumb for stupidly flaunting her powers... this is why. People. Notice.]  Yep

Welp if he dies… Won’t feel too bad (again)

[Hubris being her flaw again]

Nope not a lick of remorse… Ya deserved it buddy  [This is fair, but the kid didn't]  That’s true and that part sucks. But he could have got her killed getting what he wanted (to see her one more time) so imo she’s better off

Aaaaaack

[Another instance of Max being allowed to verbally express pain/discomfort while she didn't allow Alec the same season 2 courtesy... not that I'm bitter or anything]  So what I’m hearing is alec becomes her (just better) she becomes zach and zach becomes the terminator  [... That-  Yeah, that's a pretty damn good description, tbh]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

No end monologues… This ep was all kinda weird 🤣🤣🤣

– – –

Jezebel: This episode managed to piss me off in multiple ways… *sigh*  Like, this time her bitchiness was deserved ‘cause Bruno was an idiot.

Wench: WAIT THAT'S A GOOD POINT!  This is vaguely off-topic rn but!  Take her bitchiness towards Bruno… Direct it towards Dean… Don’t change anything about her bitchiness and don’t change much of Dean's character… And you have her relationship with Alec.

Jezebel: So she’s just like that all the time. But for NO reason?  *sigh*  Hoooo boy

Wench: I mean.  He's a bit trying at times, sure.  But he doesn’t deserve her shit 

Jezebel: Next seasons reactions are gonna be spicy

Wench: alskdfjla;skdjf I look forward to it

Jezebel: I think that’s all for endpoint tho. Again, this episode revolved around this one story line so much the cameos of the other characters could have been left out and it wouldn’t be noticed.  They were just filler to make it longer lol

Wench: That's true.  This is fair… Til next episode then!

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

OP of 701380265761701888 here and I just want to say wow. Wow at the massive mental gymnastics that people seem to be doing in the comments to be offended by something that was literally 1) not outright attacking anyone and 2) just one person's personal feelings. I do not interact with those blogs, since you all seem to think that you're offering me a revolutionary take, I do just block them and I don't go attacking them or sending them hate or whatever. I don't interact with these people, and no I was not shaming anyone (if I was trying to do that, I would have surely said something about it being wrong or whatever - my entire confession was about my discomfort at seeing something), I was simply here expressing my personal feelings on an anonymous confessions blog. So please, commenters, accept my sincerest apologies for utilising this blog in the exact way that it was intended for? I'm so very very sorry. /s

Also, for the record, I have zero issues with smut, and I used to write a fair amount of it myself in the past, so please get off your high horses in thinking that I must have some issue with smut. When I used to write smut, I had muses who were into things that I myself was in no way into, so no, people don't all just write 'kinks' that they find arousing themselves. I personally wrote it to explore those aspects of a muse's relationship, if anyone can actually believe that there are people out there who think differently to themselves.

And to address one comment, yeah, people can and do shame others for that. The amount of times I've seen people referred to as 'prudish' for simply wanting a sfw experience (not those attacking or censoring smut writers, btw, before you go and bring that up) and the amount of people who dropped me so fast I got whiplash the second I stopped writing smut speaks more volumes than that baseless claim. Not to mention the amount of times people say "I'm over 18 so duh smut will of course be happening" as if it's the norm for anyone over the age of 18 to write it.

Literally nowhere in my confession did it say that people were wrong for doing this or that they should never do it, just an expression of one person's individua and personal feelings on a matter. Honestly, the amount of offense that some people in the comments seem to be taking to someone who dared to feel something that is not in line with themselves is ridiculous. Jfc.

Referencing this post.

~ Mod MJ ~

[lostgirl1428]

Morning Pre-Ritalin ADHD Rant

Hot take. I don’t WANT season 3 to be the end of what we see with Din and Grogu BUT I could LIVE with it.

My generation and older gens are so used to like 13 season runs of shows with 25-28 episodes per season. LISTEN GUYS WE DON’T NEED THAT….

Fuck I DON’T want that. I mean look at what they did to Supernatural 🤦🏻‍♀️ I can’t even finish that show I stopped at season 10. I will however, (personally) make an acceptation for The Walking Dead…to be honest you can do A LOT with comic book adaptations.

Industry standard is now 3-5 seasons (typically 5) and 10-13 episodes per season.

I think it’s given elder Gen-Z (or zillenias as I like to call myself), Millennials, and Gen-X some whiplash. Don’t get me wrong though, done right, some episodic shows can go on for mad time, IF DONE RIGHT (i.e Criminal Minds).

However, these Disney shows specifically are so cinematic, each one is like a short film, I’m sure production costs and through the roof. Let’s be honest, despite what you may think of the direction the story line has gone in, it’s still absolutely breathtaking cinematography. Shout out to the SFX teams, puppeteers, both digital and practical effects artists and prop designers. They REALLY do manage to bring you to another world.

ANYWAYS. What I’m trying to say is, I WANT more Din and Grogu, however, I wouldn’t mind the show either ending there, or having a spin off for the other Mandalorians on their quest to retake Mandalore. 🤷🏻‍♀️

If they DO bring them back (and shit I’m sure they will because Grogu is a money maker let’s be real here) I’d like to see it turn into an episodic series. Granted I know some fans got annoyed with the side quest layout. However, if they continue with it, they literally set it up for an episodic run. Besides, I’m annoyed how they fucked up the storyline anyways, what was even the point if getting Grogu to Luke if he was gonna come back in TBOBF (AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THAT SHOW BTW, that’ll be another post)

Anyways, this is getting long, if you made it this far, share you opinions I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

[baekhvuns]

Thoughts on ManU vs Barca 🎤 see that's what you get for taking the piss! M🍙pe saved PSG again 😅 Ramos wtf, French and Spanish NTs in shambles 🤡 The Spurs defeating Chelsea oops

Sigh I blocked so many weirdos over the past few weeks. Also found out I met one of them at some point 🔫 I don't mind when someone travels for one or two gigs, but attending almost every stop on multiple continents and always getting barricade? And fan signs are even worse

Yeah I heard the atmosphere amongst SM's staff is not the best, even though they have so much work to do with the way SM's calendar for 2023 is FILLED. Apparently some people at Hybe aren't happy either. I'm laughing cause some stans (ekhm Armchairs) kept insisting that there's not Big 4 cause Hybe USED TO BE A SMALL LABEL. And now they're trying to buy everything?!

You're right, Hybe hops on every trend, they're not pioneers in anything except shitty unnecessary vocal processing

Noooo exams stopping you from having fun once again. Doesn't your avocado uni know kpop acts barely come to Vancouver??? But I hope Baekhyun's world tour isn't just Korea, Japan, USA, maybe SEA and perhaps London, Berlin, Paris if SM is feeling more adventurous

Please do not dance to Single Ladies in front of me, it triggers my fight or flight response 😭

No rice wine in my blood system, but lots of coffee, tea, bubble tea especially, and hot chocolate! Btw Baek the vegan spots in Seoul are banging!!! ❤

Most Brits find posh accents silly and tbh sometimes they do sound ridiculous, but what can you do lmao. Posh people are on sight 🔪 since the class system is still very alive and present in the UK

Mou vs Mbappe would be quite funny, I think both of them might lose their shit every 10 minutes 😭😭😭😭

Have you won the lottery yet? Instead of dreaming about being rich I had another Hwa dream...... well that dream won't to come true and I think it's for the best aksjaushwjajjsjaja

They're baby girling without knowing it lmao

Also they're doing dirty blonde SO DIRTY WHYYYYY. I voted black to piss people off, grey deserves better as well

Ok London isn't that cold rn and Seonghwa probably warmed up while jogging, but goddd wtf. We've been blessed by the calves tho. And here.... the slippers lol

I'm ready for more Kai serves! The wings huhu, I almost didn't notice he was half naked

Btw model, miss Tenelka has posted a new fic, I haven't read it yet, but my friend said it's model Hwa. AND I also had lavender oat milk latte and the same drink was mentioned in the fic, idk what to do with this info

Baek, what Wooyoung fencer AU, you need to focus on Yunho bestie 🤧😭

Snake Hwa agenda. Stop I was about to go to sleep at a respectable hour for a change, but HIM I'm devastated. How am I supposed to sleep

😭

And now some whiplash 🧍🏼‍♀️ - DV 💖

hello!!

Thoughts on ManU vs Barca 🎤 see that's what you get for taking the piss! M🍙pe saved PSG again 😅 Ramos wtf, French and Spanish NTs in shambles 🤡 The Spurs defeating Chelsea oops

barca played better, bodied man utd’s defenders the only good player was casmiro and thats cause starboy pedri was injured 🔫 BUT man utd was good! did u get the storm? MBAPPE ??? it was that small 5’7 boy from rosario actually, yeah but their duo is def >>> every team in shambles atp what even is going on

and waking up to this, YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL WIFE AND TWO KIDS HOW HARD IS IT TO BE A GOOD MAN 😭😭😭😭 another one for prison fc i guess and did u hear about the m***n g***n***d’s news 😭😭

Sigh I blocked so many weirdos over the past few weeks. Also found out I met one of them at some point 🔫 I don't mind when someone travels for one or two gigs, but attending almost every stop on multiple continents and always getting barricade? And fan signs are even worse

YOU MET THEM??? DBSJDHSJDHKS did u get the vibes from them,, YEAHH travelling to every stop, tiring and the $$$$??? i just want their wealth tbh <3

Yeah I heard the atmosphere amongst SM's staff is not the best, even though they have so much work to do with the way SM's calendar for 2023 is FILLED. Apparently some people at Hybe aren't happy either. I'm laughing cause some stans (ekhm Armchairs) kept insisting that there's not Big 4 cause Hybe USED TO BE A SMALL LABEL. And now they're trying to buy everything?!

iM sorry did they say there’s no big 4??? but weren’t they the ones…who made a big statement in your face type repeatedly that hybe was now big4… yEAAAHH i wonder how the sm staff’s are being held bc maybe their salary would be cut? it just seems like it’ll be a very hostile environment between two companies…no more interactions at award shows 🤚🏻 SM ARTISTS BOOKED AND BUSY GOOD FOR US 😭😭😭 AND WHAT IS THIS WHO’S SM FANS??? THIS IS NOT WE, ONLY A FEW 😭😭 anon u gotta go see this in irl

this would be ideal but i don’t think it’ll work out very easily tbh maybe like how super junior have their own label then it may!

now we using paper companies???? jail party omg prison fc is in talks for some MAJOR transfers!! this is a reborn rich episode

SHUT UP THIS IS SO FUNNY RVWKHDWKHDKW LEE SOO MAN ALWAYS GEYS THE LAST LAUGH ONCE A SCAMMER ALWAYS A SCAMMER 😭😭😭😭

You're right, Hybe hops on every trend, they're not pioneers in anything except shitty unnecessary vocal processing

YEAHH the whole sm doing the 90’s theme with snsd, shinee, exo and implementing it in their groups and no one said anything until it was hybe time and suddenly it’s a trend <3 they started the auto tune trend i guess then 😭😭

Noooo exams stopping you from having fun once again. Doesn't your avocado uni know kpop acts barely come to Vancouver??? But I hope Baekhyun's world tour isn't just Korea, Japan, USA, maybe SEA and perhaps London, Berlin, Paris if SM is feeling more adventurous

exams always stop me form having fun but canada is currently freezing in snow so there never is fun 😭😭 NO BC THEY GOTTA KNOW ATP! ANOTHER UNI HERE HAS AN ARENA WHERE EXO CAME AND THEY KNOW! THEIR EXAMS ALWAYS HAVE A SUS DATE but they also had a cheating scandal so maybe avo uni is better <3 YEAAAH i think since baek is very outspoken he’ll def have a lot of places to tour in,, remembering the exodus era he’ll def go to europe! he’s got a fascination with london <3 idk about kai tho i rmr he got threatened w knives in london apparently

Please do not dance to Single Ladies in front of me, it triggers my fight or flight response 😭 /// No rice wine in my blood system, but lots of coffee, tea, bubble tea especially, and hot chocolate! Btw Baek the vegan spots in Seoul are banging!!! ❤

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭

WATER !!!!! WATER !!!!! ASI ASI ASI HALA WATER !!!! are they??? omg anon start a food blog im about to drop a follow!!

Most Brits find posh accents silly and tbh sometimes they do sound ridiculous, but what can you do lmao. Posh people are on sight 🔪 since the class system is still very alive and present in the UK /// Mou vs Mbappe would be quite funny, I think both of them might lose their shit every 10 minutes 😭😭😭😭

AHHHHH what a fascinating place the UK is truly, do u guys mock them when u spot them,,, what about those girlies with concealer lips and the if you don’t know me i’m m to the b 😭😭 THEY DEF WOULD FBDNDB their strategy get their clash would need a desperate documentary

Have you won the lottery yet? Instead of dreaming about being rich I had another Hwa dream...... well that dream won't to come true and I think it's for the best aksjaushwjajjsjaja

see,, now,, a 5$ lottery is quite big for me ok! SO YES I HAD THE 5$ ONE! WAITING FOR A 48 MILLION ONE ACTUALLY!! WHAT DREAM PPPT PPTT RIGHT NOW ANON 🔫🔫

They're baby girling without knowing it lmao //// Also they're doing dirty blonde SO DIRTY WHYYYYY. I voted black to piss people off, grey deserves better as well

these all baby girls are dressed like manic pixie girls in romcoms 😭😭😭 WHAT THE FUCK THEY MEAN DIRTY BLOND IS HIS WORST?????? DO THEY NOT RMR WAVE ERA?????? WHAAAAT ATINYS HAVE NO MF TASTE ALL THE 1,432 OF THEM grey deserved the angst award tbh,, peak angst

also does this not look like they’re about to drive for mercedes in f1 😭😭

Ok London isn't that cold rn and Seonghwa probably warmed up while jogging, but goddd wtf. We've been blessed by the calves tho. And here.... the slippers lol /// I'm ready for more Kai serves! The wings huhu, I almost didn't notice he was half naked

when he posted those photos, my eyes went to his feet bc why is he barefoot in that nasty ass city come on 😭😭😭 they’re all peak london boys now 🤚🏻u think if hwa was from england he’d have a posh accent and live in the buckinghamshire area

Btw model, miss Tenelka has posted a new fic, I haven't read it yet, but my friend said it's model Hwa. AND I also had lavender oat milk latte and the same drink was mentioned in the fic, idk what to do with this info

MISS TENELKADJOWRITES DIDDDDD I READ ITTT IT WAS MODEL HWA DJWKDHWKDHSK U NEED TO READ IT!!!!!!! atp, are u miss tenelka in disguise 🤨 some psychic stuff sussy 🤨

Baek, what Wooyoung fencer AU, you need to focus on Yunho bestie 🤧😭 /// Snake Hwa agenda. Stop I was about to go to sleep at a respectable hour for a change, but HIM I'm devastated. How am I supposed to sleep

nO BC HEAR ME OUT ITS A FAMILY RIVALS TO LOVERS WHERE THEYRE BOTH SO MAD AND HE CHALLENGES THE YN ON A FENCING MATCH IN A ALL WHITE ROOM IN THEIR MEGA BIG ACADEMY AND THEYRE JUST ON THEIR WAY TO KILL EACH OTHER but guess who’s been in love this entire time <3

STOP I RMR THAT VIDEO 😭😭😭😭 A SNAKE AND A DRAGON DO U RMR THE SAN ANALYSIS 😭😭😭 THE GANGSTER

😭 //// And now some whiplash 🧍🏼‍♀️ - DV 💖

anon that was not a whiplash,, that was a whole crash what the hell 😭😭😭

PLEASE FHWKFHEK

WHAT 😭😭😭

i saw this and thought that matthew mcconaughey would be the perfect schumacher if they ever did a biopic on him

i think atz would go kinda crazy if this happened AND SO IT SHOULD NOT THANK U <3

[tojikai]

He ignored the shame and guilt inside his chest from the accusation that he threw at his friend earlier.

But that doesn't mean that seeing him touch you like that is fine.

It only sunk into Satoru's head that all of the things that he got angry and jealous about are things he never thought he would see the moment he lets go of you.

When reading this, I realized that maybe before they broke up, Y/N had done such a good job loving him that things like jealousy and insecurity didn’t quite exist in their relationship (besides that thing with Suguru *cough). It was so safe that when he cheated and broke up with her, he did it with ease because while he hurt her, he thought that he would never lose her. He thought he could still have her in his life as a friend, and subconsciously, he wanted Y/N to keep loving him no matter what. And then, after this part, when Y/N gave him back the necklace, losing her became so real that he finally acknowledged the depth of his love for her.

A bit off topic but I always hc in JJK, having Six Eyes helps Satoru process information faster but it doesn’t apply with emotions, and as the result, he’s really emotionally constipated and lacking empathy, so it takes quite a while for him to understand what he is feeling, let alone empathize or open himself up to someone. I feel like it’s kind of the case here with PM!Satoru, except he doesn’t even have Six Eyes here lol.

He'd take whatever request you make if it means he'll get closer to getting you back. But first, he had to confess to Rie and tell her all that had happened.

He knows that he'll be breaking her heart, but he'd rather hurt anyone else than break you again.

It's been two weeks, and you never told Shoko and Suguru of what happened that day.

Satoru has been calling and texting you non-stop. He went to your apartment multiple times, saying that he ended things with Rie, but you always told him 'No.'

Oh dear, knowing Kai, we will surely have Rie’s POV on this huh? I really like the way you write this btw. It made me go “Umm.. just like that?”. It feels so… abrupt? But not in an out-of-nowhere way at all. Like I said above, Satoru changes his mind like his clothes, so it even gives both Y/N and I whiplash from how fast it is. No wonder she didn’t take you seriously, Satoru. You dropped Rie like it’s nothing after you dumped Y/N despite having a 5-year relationship with her? YOU FUCKING SUCK, DUDE.

There, your ex's ex stood in an office uniform with papers for your Mom.

Us (me): SATOSUGU FIGHT! SATOSUGU FIGHT!!

You: Here’s Rie vs Y/N instead :)))

Just kidding. But this will probably go so wrong UGHHH!!!! I read your answers to some anons, but it doesn’t matter if Y/N’s mom is not Rie’s boss, Y/N will probably be stuck working with Rie in the same building anyway. THE HORROR!!! I think how Rie will treat Y/N after the breakup will decide whether she will get redemption in the readers’ eyes or not. I noticed how you always try to do your best to humanize your characters and give them the benefit of the doubt, even if they’re an “antagonist”, so I’m really looking forward to how this will play out. I mentioned how I disapproved of Satoru and Y/N cheating on Rie, but I like how things are going. If Rie felt like a sinner for wronging Y/N before, it’s Y/N’s turn for that. This essentially makes them an “equal” because both parties no longer have the “power” over another. Both of them are betrayers and are being played by the same man. So their relationship could either turn into hatred or they will make peace with each other (which I doubt :((). Due to how emotional Rie is, her actions are often unpredictable, so I can’t wait to see what will happen next ;)

All in all, we are almost near the end of this story, so Satoru (and maybe Rie) redemption arc starts now? I remember you mentioned that PM might have multiple endings, so I guess Y/N will either end up with Satoru again or dump his ass for rea. I don’t mind her getting back with Gojo, but please give this man growth. I’m sick of his immature ass already. But whatever I say, I have faith you will be able to deliver each ending in the most logical way possible. And I would support you even if this fic has one ending.

Whewwww…. Man…. This whole review is worth 6 pages, and I feel beat after typing it out. Thank you for another good chapter, Kai. I’ve been really enjoying this journey with you so far, and I can’t wait to see how we will make it to the end of it. Can’t wait for your next chap.

I hope you will have another good week ahead of you <3 P. S. Kai, I think your taglist isn’t working bc I only received Tumblr notification for your updates and not in the tag, so you might want to re-check it again? (2/2)

Yeah you're right about how yn loved Satoru. Like he said, his feelings were nothing but intense and raging. That's how yn loved him too. Both of them are not the best people, with satoru having commitment issues and yn being a headache to her family, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows but they worked. despite her rebellious nature back then, yn was focused on him and he only realized now that he didn't want to lose that. and that hc is great omg if that becomes canon, then that would be what the strongest is lacking :(( as for that break up and Rie and yn's mom situation, all will be unveiled next chap :> and AH, im really glad that you noticed that balance. how it shifted from being tipped to one side (yn's) to equal. yn and rie are now standing on the same step :')) and satoru better get that behavior glow up if he really wants to get yn back 😭that would be a hard fight, really. since it seems like yn doesnt want anything to do w him :(( anyway THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH OMG , YOU NEVER MISS 👀 that was such a great read !! please, take care of yourself as well and have a great week ahead too <33

[a-supernatural-writer]

hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨

Dark Academia Fem! S/O 

Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader

I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look. 

To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge. 

Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining. 

You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them. 

You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy. 

When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest. 

After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes. 

In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko. 

David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green. 

His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look. 

Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess. 

David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour. 

Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed. 

Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute. 

Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it. 

He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips. 

Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night. 

Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along. 

Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes. 

If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so. 

Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions. 

Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.  

This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.

Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights. 

Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here. 

He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it. 

He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to. 

Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort. 

He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks. 

Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings. 

When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat. 

Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm. 

Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires. 

Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them. 

They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.

Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.  

Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed. 

Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out. 

Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.

When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own. 

To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.

[taegyuun]

shortcake kisses

request: hi there! :) can i request a 16 & 23 from the kisses prompt list for either sunoo or jake? hehe thanks a lot!! ur writing is real cute btw <3333

prompt: 16 - one person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person 23 - kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating

pairing: jake x reader

word count: 1.1k+

for it being a sunday morning, you expected to be able to have more of a lay in.

what you didn’t expect was your door to slam open with a very happy, “gooooood morning, y/n!” booming throughout your room, only to have a whole body being thrown on top of you at the early hour of 9 am. expect the unexpected i guess?

“jake, get your fat ass off of me... this second.” however, jake didn’t budge. i mean, why should he? you literally just woke up and probably don’t even remember your own name, let alone be capable to cause him even an ounce of harm at the fact that he's crushing your body with his. he simply snuggles further into your warmth - his original plan was to wake you up but well... if you can’t beat them, join them, right?

you stopped bothering to try and get him off of you and instead wrap one of your arms around his back and bring him closer to you before once again falling back into a comforting sleep.

the second time you’re woken up, you feel your face being peppered by soft kisses: one on the cheek, one on the nose, forehead, chin, other cheek and finally your lips. you slowly kiss back as he then pulls away, a bright smile on his face. you gently smile back, eyes still half closed as you cuddle further into your cool pillow. you hear jake sigh before you feel your warm covers being ripped away from your body. you curl up until a ball to try and preserve some heat but unfortunately, before you can even try and attempt to hold your knees to your chest, jake grabs your ankles and drags you to the end of your bed and forces you to sit up. 

“good god, it’s 11 am and you’re giving me a whiplash - why are you here anyway?” you voice holds a tiredness to it as you rub the sleep out of your eyes and look for your hairbrush.

“is that a complaint i’m hearing? i’m here to take you on a date,” he smiles so widely at you, you almost start worrying about his cheeks and how much pain they must be in. “a date?”

“yeah? now go get ready, quick! shoo!” he flaps his hands at your forcing you to leave your room and go to the bathroom to get ready. you laugh at his antics and pull your hair back, ready to wash your face.

once you’re out the bathroom and dressed, you head downstairs only to find your very much beloved boyfriend drinking a coffee with your mother and sitting at the barstool. “jake, i thought you were here to take me on a date, not a mother’s meeting?” you playfully smile as he looks up from his coffee and his eyes widen at the look of you.

“wow.”

“wow?”

“yeah... wow.” your mother shares excited glances between the two of you before standing up and dusting her clothes off, “come one you two, stop ogling around and get going, or places are going to close!”

“mum it’s 11:45 am what places are gonna clo-“

“go go go!” you don’t waste another second, neither does jake as you both put on your shoes before waving a goodbye to your mum and heading out the door. “so where are you taking me?” you peer up at him as he tenderly grasps your hand and interlaces his fingers with yours. “y’know that café that specialises in those mini cakes? yeah i thought it would be a cute place for a little date,” your heart start beating just a tad faster at the thought of him being so cute. the fact that he doesn’t even have to ask if you’re happy with the place puts an even larger smile on your face.

as you enter the doors of the café, you’re met with a sweet yet not very overwhelming smell of cakes and other delicacies. you grip jakes hand tighter at the excitement coursing through you - merely at the thought of the delicious desserts you were going to try today. you both walk towards the counter and look around at the different pastries, cakes, macaroons - anything the heart desired.

“what will it be for today, dears?” you look up at the sound of an older ladies voice and smile slightly, “ill have a strawberry shortcake.”

“ill take a matcha cheesecake.” she then smiles brightly and ushers you to go find a seat for the both of you. heading over to a little table in the corner of the café near a window, you sit down and look over to see jake smiling and shyly laughing, ears flushed red at whatever the lady was saying. 

“hey, what did she say to you?” you enquire as he sits down and places your cake in front of you, smiling as a thank you before taking a bite of the fluffy goodness. “just said something about us being the cutest couple she's seen or something.” jake muttered with his arm resting on the edge of the table and and a fork in hand before taking a bite of his own cake to cover his words that were said oh so quietly. you almost didn't catch what he said, but your guess was confirmed at the uprising heat that jake felt in the moment as his neck and ears started heating up. 

“huh? what was that? do you mind repeating?” he smiles shyly at your teasing before trying his best to give you an annoyed look at your words which, considering his face was a bright pink, didn't exactly seem intimidating in the least.

“you know exactly what i said.” he muttered under his breath. you laugh at his shy antics before taking another bite of your cake, almost in tears at how good it was. “can i try yours?” jake lifts his head and usually, he’d be the one asking if he can give you a piece of his but, today was different. he pouts and turns his away to the side, trying his best not to smile, “no. you were mean to me today, what makes you think you can have a piece of my delicious matcha cake, huh?”

you stare blankly at him before leaning over the table and pressing your lips against his, tasting the matcha on his soft lips. you pulled away with a hum and a smile on your face at his flustered and shocked state, “i might get that one next time, its good.” 

“uh... y-yeah, g-good idea.”