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girliism · 1 month

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70s cult leader art who picked up your friend from the grocery store on day and you haven’t seen her since.

“hello” you hear a voice you haven’t heard in months.

“oh my god? are you ok no ones seen you for months. i thought you died.”

“died?” she laughs through the phone. “i haven’t died in fact i feel more alive than ever.”

“well, where the hell have been?”

“that’s what i called you for, i want you to come visit me. it’s been so long and i missed you dearly. he even said you could spend the weekend.” he?

you don’t question it to much telling her you’ll be there. she gives you the address and says to come on friday.

you leave early in that morning, the california sun beating down on you through the window as you approach a huge house. you eagerly park your car getting out to see your friend.

“i’m so glad you came.” she pulls you in for a tight hug. “god, i missed you so much.” you hold her just a little bit longer before pulling notice something on her upper arm. “what’s this?” you stroke the mark on her arm. “looks like a tattoo but worse.” she pulls away from you. “it’s nothing. come on i’ll show you around. and don’t worry about your bags someone will grab them.”

the house was beautiful. a giant staircase and a crystal chandelier hangs in the foyer. “holy shit.” you stare in awe. your friend laughs at your reaction. “i know right wait til you see the rest of the house.”

“and this is where you’ll be sleeping here with me.” it was a huge room, lots of windows and six beds lined up next to each other. “you can have the bed on the end-” “girls.” you turn around to a man with blonde curly hair dressed in a long silk rob and tiny underwear. “art!” your friend goes up to place a kiss on his lips. oh? “art, this is my friend the one i was telling you about.” you hold you hand out for him to shake but his immediately pulls you in for a hug. “it’s so great to finally meet you. i hope you have a fun time here.” he pulls away with a big smile on his face before leaving. “isn’t he just so great.” your friend stared at the now empty door way. “anyways you should probably change out of those jeans before i show you outside. it gets terribly hot.”

dressed in a loose white dress you and your friend walk through the garden. “this is our garden all of our produce is grown here by our garden members.” they were all naked sporting the same mark on their arm as your friend. she showed you the rest of the huge property and soon it was time for dinner.

the dining room was full of talking and laughing. three long tables placed next to each other. you sat in the middle one. the room got quite when art walked in. “family, today we are joined by a new friend. i hope you all made her feel welcome.” yes is echoed throughout the room. “join hands and thank the divine for blessing us with such a beautiful harvest and such a beautiful guest.” they all joined hands thanking the divine before passing food around starting up conversations again.

art watched you the whole night. they way your lips wrapped around the fork how easy you got a long with every one. maybe you were what was missing from the house.

“you got so lucky tonight. you got to sit at his table right next to him.” you friend said to you from her bed. it was night and you and your friend were talking about the day you had. “what’s so great about this art guy.” you say. everyone here seems so obsessed with him. “he’s amazing. when he found me i was so sad and hiding it from you, but he saw that and he helped me.” you hummed. “well i’m glad you’re happier now.”

you get awoken in the middle of the night by howling and the urge to pee.

the old house creeks below you feet as you walk back from the bathroom when you hear it. moans. they were coming from a room and the door wasn’t all the way closed, so against your better judgment you looked through the crack. you saw bodies fucking in a perfect circle with art in the middle, two people going down on him. what the fuck? you accidentally push the door causing it to creek. art snaps his eye to yours making quick contact with you. you gasp moving back immediately making your way back to the room. you replay the scene in your head pushing a pillow in between your legs grinding against it softly.

the kitchen is busy that morning, people moving in and out of it. your friend spots you coming up to hug you. “good morning. how was your sleep?” “it was fine. um what’s going on here.” you pick up and apple from the fruit bowl but it’s ripped out your hand. “no eating that those are for tonight.” you ask what tonight was. “the first full moon of the summer. we’re gonna be camping outside, oh i do hope you stay for it.” “oh uh i wouldn’t want to intrude.” you say shaking your head. your friend smile drops “that’s ok. it’s been so much fun either way i do hope you come back and visit.” she shrugs going back to preparing for tonight.

you were packing your bag up getting ready to leave when someone comes in tell you art what’s to see you in his office. you make your way to his office knocking on his door. you hear a soft come in and you walk in taking a seat in front of him. “i hear you’re not gonna stay for the full moon camp out.” art says leaning back in his chair blue eyes locking with yours. you draw a breath looking away. “i just as an outsider wouldn’t want to crash you know.” art laughs getting up to take a seat on the desk in front of you holding your hands in his lap. “please, we would love to have you join us.” his thumbs stroke the back of your hands.

so you find your in another white flowy dress walking bare foot up a hill arm hooked with your friends. “i’m so happy you decided to stay you’re gonna have so much fun.” you friend smiles.

“drink this and find a spot.” you drink the mysterious drink the guy at the top of the hill. you start to fill whatever it is you drank, your muscles feel loose and the flames in front of you look as if they are waving. you see your friend encourage you to get up and dance with her so you do. jumping and twisting dancing around the fire getting lost in the night. art watches from his spot before getting up to dance too, grabbing your hand pulling you off to a more secluded area.

art pushes you to lay on the grass hovering over you pulling the strap of your dress down. you moan at how his touch shockes you. whatever you drank has you overly sensitive and needy. “i saw you watching us last night in the shadows.” your bare tits get exposed to the cold night air nipples harden. “you wanted to join just us or did you want me all to yourself.” art pulls your head that was rolling to the side smacking your cheek to get your eyes to open. “yes, i wanted you i even went back in my bed and touched myself.” you whine at the filling of art’s fingers teasing your cunt.

you were so high. your eyes glossed over and drool spilling out of your mouth that art licks ups slipping his tongue in your mouth. “want you to fuck me with your cock.” the small sober part of you was confused on why you were acting like this, but the major part of your mind felt fuzzy, and art hands holding your thighs open made you want to cum on the spot just from his touch.

art chuckled at your directness. “i can do that.” art pulls is cock out of his pants pushing it into your wet heat. “fuck.” he grunts bottoming out. the second he enters you, you feel reborn like his cock was what was missing from your life. “oh my god.” your eyes roll back. art shakes his head. “no, not god. the divine.” he smiles at you bringing one of your legs up over his shoulder and starts fucking into you.

“i thank the divine for bringing you here for bringing me such a welcoming pussy to lay my sperm.” art kisses all over your face gripping your breast hard, panting like a dog in your ear.

“art art art - oh fuck - fuck me harder.” you whine. the twigs on the ground scrap your back, and art is punching the sweet spot inside you with his dick.

art starts licking and sucking on your breast, leaving faint bite marks there. “the best fucking pussy. need you to stay with me, rule with me in my divine kingdom.” everything art’s saying and how his thumbs moves fast on your clit has you blanking. absolutely nothing is being thought. the only thing echoing up there is arts pleads of staying with him.

“i think i’m gonna come.” you dig your nail into his arm as your cum gushes down his cock. you don’t know when art cums in you but he does. the only thing you do know is how you feeling like your floating. everything around you seems so bright and vibrant. is this the divine?

you come back to reality when art kisses your lips asking if your were ok. “i’m more than ok, i’m perfect.” you breathe out. art smiles down at you. “so you’ll stay with me?” art ask taking advantage of the state you were in.

“yes, i’ll do whatever for you.” you and art lay there under the full moon.

(poor girl was tripping off shrooms thinking she’s having a religious experience 🙂‍↔️)

#girliism #challengers #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson smut #cult leader!art #not proofread i will do that later

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jewishvitya · 4 months

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i’m not too knowledgeable of current israeli thoughts regarding this, but wanted to ask anyways - back last year, i remember seeing some israelis i knew vehemently refer to the attack on october 10 as a pogrom. wall street journal echoed that last year but i haven’t heard much about it since. is this a common sentiment held among israelis, regardless of their political beliefs? while i do not diminish the pains caused by hamas’s attack, i wonder if it will ever be officially recognized to the extreme of being a pogrom. just something lingering in my mind for whatever reason.

thank you for all you post, it’s been a wonderful resource for me and i’m sure many others. god bless!

Thank you so much!! I'm glad I can be helpful.

Yeah, Israelis regard October 7 as a pogrom, but almost more than that. There's a kind of 9/11-like thing forming around this, I don't know how to explain it.

On the morning of October 7, I was in range of the rockets, which is rare. Most don't reach as far as where I live. It was the first barrage of that scale that I experienced in this city, I was panicking. And the news of everything going on around Gaza was like nothing else we experienced. I told a friend I'm scared of what our retaliation will look like. I was terrified for the people of Gaza. I didn't imagine this, but I knew it would be bad.

The perception is that before the holocaust, pogroms were something almost inevitable we had to weather. Zionism was a movement before the holocaust, and antisemitic violence had a part in that. After the holocaust, it picked up in popularity, we said, "that's it, no more victimizing us without us fighting back. We'll have our own state with our own army and we'll never be defenseless again."

And in this context, I can tell you that October 7 is the most deaths in one attack that Jewish people experienced since the holocaust.

We do a lot of suppressing Palestinians. In response to the exploding busses on the second intifada, the wall around the West Bank was built and their movement was severely limited (I don't know how bad it was before the second intifada, I just know it got worse). In response to the attacks from Gaza on 2005, we took firm control of the borders there too. We essentially imprison them in fragments of their lands in order to hold them back from hurting us. And we hate our government, but we trust and almost idealize our military. Knowing our military is keeping them in check is how we feel safe.

On October 7, the illusion of safety and control we had was shattered. I heard several people I know talking about how nothing can be the same, something changed, something broke. Israelis feel restless and scared. Even some people I knew as leftists repeated the "but what else can we do? Hamas already said they'll repeat October 7, we can't let that happen."

So. Pogrom doesn't really cover it? It's almost its own thing. But also, yes, a pogrom.

#riki babbles

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blues824 · 1 year

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Can I please request the remarried empress with the female douma again but with a twist .

🌈The high priest dies in a carage accident (totally not her fault because she wanted to ruin rattrash and sovieshit their lives )and her becoming the high priest.

💐People worshiping her too the point of saying that she is the only god they pray for and her going full in cult mode again and people not caring.

🌈But for navier going full on for her wedding praising her saying that she deserves the title of the western empress and that she should not feel guilty for taking her title.

💐Her saying to heinley she would comit genocide and war crimes for navier so if he does hurt navier he whoud feel her wrath and then smiling and saying congrats for marrying navier.

🌈How would everyone react to her being the new priest and seeing the amount folowers she has that whoud comit crimes for her from lady to queen to high priest (rattrash is fighting air rn.)

Before we start, this is an AU. I don’t know if the High Priest can get married, so this does not involve Kosair. You were still married to King Wharton III, but he died before this point and you had not remarried yet.

Sovieshu

Upon hearing that the High Priest had died and you were taking his place, any chance of you becoming his concubine was out the window almost immediately. A High Priest or Priestess always remained unmarried so that they could spend all of their time worshiping and honoring the gods and goddesses.

That, in turn, started a long night of drinking his sorrows away. Not only had he lost his wife, but he also lost you. All that he had left was a woman who knew nothing about becoming a proper woman of the court, let alone becoming an Empress.

You were actually the one to officiate the wedding between the two of them, actually. All you had to do was officiate and then you were dipping so that you could go back to running the cult dedicated to you. And let me tell you, you left right after the whole ‘you may kiss the bride’ thing.

Rashta

When she heard that you became the High Priestess, she was absolutely angry at this. You just wanted to cause her more and more trouble. In addition to that, you were the highest power in the continent of Wol, which really put her in a tricky situation. She was definitely not on your good side, so technically speaking she was on the side that opposed the gods and goddesses.

However, she let out a sigh of relief when you said that you would be glad to officiate the wedding between her and Sovieshu. After all, the Emperor has been like a brother to you since childhood (worst way to friendzone someone, but bro needs it anyway).

During the wedding, you were shocked at the absolutely horrible dress that she had chosen to wear, but in your mind it was their wedding, and they could decide what they wanted to wear. You had a bit of a tough time holding it together as you officiated the ceremony, and you had to excuse yourself before you burst into laughter.

Navier

You were helping her prepare for her wedding when you received the news that the High Priest had been killed in a carriage accident. Navier held you in her arms as you processed the information, and she sent a servant to call Heinrey into the room so that she could ask to postpone the wedding to give you time to take over as the High Priestess.

Once the ceremony was over with, you set about officiating her and Heinrey’s wedding. You have even been there to declare Heinrey and Navier the first Emperor and Empress of the Western Empire, and it had the seal of approval from the High Priests (AKA you).

She was able to see your growing following, and she was honestly one of them. You were like a blessing to her, and you also were deemed a child of the gods when the High Priest was still alive and when you were a child. It only made sense, really.

Heinrey

A servant had let him know that the High Priest had passed and you were next in line for the position. This position was not inherited through family members, but rather who has more of a connection with the gods. Obviously you were the best candidate for the job.

Even though your entire life just changed, you made time in your schedule to be the one to officiate his wedding to Navier. After all, it was your duty as the former Queen of the Western Kingdom. Plus, you knew that Heinrey was wanting to turn the W.K. into the Western Empire.

You decided that there were enough resources within the Kingdom to be considered an Empire, and thus he got your sign of approval. You even crowned the first Emperor and Empress of the Western Empire. You, unfortunately, couldn’t stick around for too long after that.

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mylittleredgirl · 6 months

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previously on mylittleredgirl: [four seasons of m*a*s*h] [six weeks of screaming about margaret houlihan]

i have now finished season five disc one and a bullet point recap is due! [yeah there's more screaming in it]

bug out was a fucking DELIGHT

god i was so worried though when klinger had to trade all his dresses i was wailing internally. what if he just wears fatigues forever!?!??? but it's all okay!!!! that tassel mod dress he has on in "the abduction of margaret houlihan" healed me ten times over. his outfits have been 🔥 this season.

such a mix of really dumb slapstick comedy and "oh god the war is Right Here" drama and little character sweetness... love it.

and the family reunion happiness at the end!!!! god bless. i left my body for like thirty-six hours.

i really really love the tone they're striking with frank this season. they've walked back the cartoon villainy of late season four, so he's once again a relatively harmless clown. i breathed a huge sigh of relief. he's soooo much more fun this way.

margaret's engagement: bonkers. delightful. she's unbearable. there is so much wrong with her. i want to study her in a jar. i will never shut up again.

with this put together with some bits later in the disc (including that cut scene crayon joke lmao), did she somehow manage to trade DOWN from frank? is that even possible??? it's either that or this new dude is actually just The Exact Same Guy, but now she'll be the fool wife at home instead of the beloved mistress.

i mean personally if i were louise burns i'd be very happy for my dumbass husband to fuck around on the other side of the world for as long as possible while i enjoy the $35,000 house and two cars without him, but for someone like margaret who is far more interested in being wined and dined than running a household, this... may not be the field promotion she thinks it is.

hawkeye rising to frank's defense and him and b.j. enabling frank's little takedown of margaret at the end felt very real. sure, in the grand scheme of things, margaret is Annoying and frank tried to have hawkeye executed last season, but bros before hos.

okay how FUNNY would it be though if the "little redheaded nurse" frank planned to seduce was baker-from-the-nurses, because she would have scratched frank's eyes out for trying and not felt bad about it

and actually, that's a plausible backstory for the extra bad blood between her and margaret, too??? oh yeah. that definitely happened.

i actively missed frank/margaret as the disc went along though. maybe the show had stretched the tension of that relationship as tight as it could go, and it's nice that they get to do new things... but they're so funny and awful together and i miss them sharing scenes!!!

i really assumed - like frank did lol - that they would continue to rabbit around together, only now she would also get to string him along with the jealousy game, but...... well, i'm glad it's still hanging out in the background of the narrative, anyway. i live in hope that they will slip and fuck and it will be soooo messy.

FUCK is it possible i shipped that for real???? god. i don't know if my family name can bear this dishonor.

out of sight, out of mind...

...has taught us the very important lesson that hawkeye is 9000x more annoying without something to do (annoying to everyone else i mean!! not to me. i will happily watch him annoy everyone.)

him asking b.j. to visit him a million times a day 🥺

i'm almost satisfied now by the "doctor-experiences-the-role-of-patient" theme that i didn't get in "hawkeye." i suppose hurt/comfort fic can take it from here.

however i'm totally satisfied by how sweet it was to see everyone taking care of him!! and how much they love him!!

lt. radar o'reilly... devastating. i mean funny and delightful but it's mean!! so glad that boy is back in stripes. however they could have at least promoted him a little for his trouble. sergeant o'reilly???

i have already said more about the nurses (post here) than ever needed to be said. and yet. i'm quite sure i could say more if pressed

the abduction of margaret houlihan

........ will i never be free of colonel flagg episodes 😞

i love the continuing evidence that she has invested time in learning korean, and i really really really love the slow expansion of our perspective to include like oh yeah. there's a village where people live full time and it's literally right here.

imagine if after the war she becomes an ob nurse...

on the one hand, how do they not make frank do gun handling training. on the other hand they probably don't because it always ends with stitches and an accident report.

i sometimes wonder if mash was like jury duty for asian actors in the 70s. you probably won't get to say anything but they call you up and you just have to go.

dear sigmund!!!!!! this is another episode where people were staring at me through the window so i'll comment a little more:

the fandom's favorite guy sidney freedman deserves that crown. what a weirdo. talk about a busman's holiday for a psychiatrist to come to the 4077 for a vacation and psychoanalyze everyone. but for fun!

i really don't have a proper sense of the geography at play here because he really does like. just come by to play cards once a week. and drives through a war zone i guess to do it? he has probably sacked out in the swamp before when the air raid situation changes but this time he just... doesn't leave.

and aaaa!! margaret took her very special episode about How To Make Friends to heart!!!! she joined the poker game!!!

she had plenty of time to work on that lesson though because the jeremy bearimy time shenanigans are in full swing here at the 4077. we went from midsummer in 'the nurses' to a bitter cold march two episodes later.

i always kind of assumed the mash weather was loosely inspired by real human weather, but no, in fact the actors just have to randomly suffer in parkas or getting sprayed in the face to look sweaty in alternating weeks regardless of the surrounding conditions.

SUFFERING for their ART

also jfc b.j.!!!! dunking frank in cold water in freezing temperatures is a serious health and safety concern my dude!!!!

i'm afraid b.j. is still not beating the little brother allegations, he has just aged up from innocent baby to fucking gremlin

(i should confess that my little brother diagnosis is guided by the fact that in my complex family and housing history i only ever lived with "brothers" younger than me, and never older ones. but the innocent baby and prank gremlin stages are real.)

i made a note here of "margaret randomly drinking gin in the swamp now!!?!??" like the poker game was one thing, people could strong-arm her into that while she feigns protest, but ma'am WHO are you and what have you done with— and then the next note is "oh good she's still insane"

potter named his horse sophie <3 also he's collecting granddaughters, i think the count is up to 3 now. or baby sherry is experiencing a temporal anomaly of her own!

the letter radar wrote to the dead guy's parents and potter reading it... fucking ended me. please let harry morgan do serious bits more often, it's outstanding and far too rare.

it's not surprising that frank's wife changing (wearing pants! doing activities!) would stress him out, and not just because he's a dick. any of them would struggle with their families growing without them, because that means they can Never Go Home to the life they left!! (e.g. trapper losing it because his girls were getting older.) but it is kind of fascinating that he loves both his wife and margaret, and even said mid-fever that he wanted them to be friends, but he also wants them to be NOTHING alike.

all in all it's understandable that sidney would check in to the no boundaries motel to have his poker buddies shake it out of him, but he could also have taken his leave somewhere with indoor heat. so he's as crazy as the rest of them. <3

also they're not his patients he's just observing them like zoo animals so forget confidentiality he's absolutely gonna write a book about them someday.

mulcahy's war: i don't know why i have been misspelling his name with an 'e' the whole time because it was literally in the end credits of almost every episode for four seasons.

oh god he's so precious i don't talk about it enough. playing poker for orphans. feeling like he doesn't do enough while potter thinks he has the hardest job. that unrelenting positive regard for everyone. always with that little grin.

that little grin in FULL PLAY as he sneaks out of the house to go off to war when dad's not looking

radar should never be sent on a mission where people are bleeding when will they LEARN

corporal cupcake deserves every medal he gets!!!!

frank's foot fetish becoming his one true medical specialty is just. i don't know what to do with this. good for him??? do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life???

speaking of unrelenting positive regard, margaret's policy of nurses never talking back to the doctors in the operating room sure has taken a hit. i realize this is about frank being an intolerable ex, but i choose to believe that the detente between margaret and her nurses has turned the O.R. into a pvp zone. the next time hawkeye tries to seduce a nurse over an open body, he's gonna get wrecked and margaret's just going to shrug pretty and look the other way.

in conclusion: season five is soooo gooooooood!!!!! can't wait for disc two!

#mashblogging #it's about time i watched mash #if you read all this you get a medal 🏅

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fandxmslxt69 · 6 months

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CLEM!!!

Happy birthday, lovely! I hope you're happy and healthy! So sorry I didn't see your post earlier, I've been having a very hectic year with studying, working and just generalized stuff! BUT BUT I couldn't send you a inbox!

So like a said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! you are one of the sweetest mutuals ever! And to celebrate that a gotta ask

What is your latest read?

And I want to know your all time favorite Jason fics, please with links and all!

LOVE OF MY LIFE HELLO!!!

OMG PLS DONT APOLOGISE I KNOW HOW HECTIC LIFE CAN GET!! i hope you are taking good care of yourself, resting and relax outside of studies and work!!! remember that none of it matters if you aren't feeling good <33

MY LATEST READ OKAY

um truth be told my love i have been in SUCH a slump lately,,,, its been tough out here.

i only read like 3 books very recently (last month or so)

I did read All The Little Raindrops by Mia Sheridan my QUEEN. its like a mystery thriller with a side of romance!!! Sheridan's books are ALWAYS a hit (she's very popular for her booktok famous Archer's Voice? And Travis !!) I've read like. most of her books at this point. I have never devoted myself to an author so much. She got me into the whole thriller genre and I LOVE her. so much. ITS SO GOOD AAAA. its not for the faint of heart and on more than once i find myself with the need to throw up with how HORRIFYING and messed up some of this stuff is (most of her thriller books are not for the faint of heart. lots of horrific stuff that is all too real and it makes it 10x more disturbing). Anyway i loved it i think i gave it a 4/5 stars it was so so good

2. i ALSO started Ana Huang's If Love series. I literally never shut up about Ana Huang like. EVER and i had been wanting to read this for a while and IM SO GLAD I GOT IT STARTED !!! Its a LOT less popular than hr Twisted and Kings of Sin series; she wrote it well before she got popular/published but its so good. its def not Twisted/Kings of Sin series but it makes it sooo clear how much she's grown in her writing, character development and general story telling!!! I read the first 2 books and UGHGUGHUFGHUFGHG yeah. new comfort series fr fr fr fr.

I also got digging through Lynn Painter's works (Love Wager, Mr Wrong Number, Better Than The Movies, etc) 10/10 her rom coms are sacred to me. this was a while ago though like. months ago lmao but i think abt her books always!!!

OH OH OMG I READ BIRTHDAY GIRL BY PENELOPE DOUGLAS !!!! SOME TIME AGO!!! yeah it changed my brain chemistry. i dont remember if i told you or not. but it changed my life. i think about it always.

edit: omg shut up i forgot i read some banger books months ago that i did not mention. i ate up Liz Tomforde's sports romance series (Windy City series) it was SO FREAKING GOOD. she had hockey romance, she had basketball romance she had BASEBALL ROMANCE. 10/10 amazing vibes

I ate through the latest of Lauren Asher's (Love Redesigned) IT WAS ALSO HELLA GOOD!! Ana Huang's King of Greed was also a vibe. not my fav but it was good. I ALSO delved into hockey romance SOOO DEEP. Fav series is probably Becka Mack's Playing For Keeps. It's the silliest stupidest fluffy no plot head empty series ever. the first book is 90% porn. its just for the giggles. the second is a bit better but the third is def the best in terms of actual plot & character development for example but the vibes are astronomical and i live for them

i ALSO started reading Sarah Adam's small town romance series (very very good). All fluffy fall vibes. CHLOE GONG HAD COME OUT WITH A NEW BOOK IN THE SUMMER AND I GOT TO IT AROUND THE NEW YEAR AND IT WAS SOOO GOOOD. Immortal Longings mm......she destroyed me once again.

OKAY ALL TIME FAV JASON FICS ok i dont have links (is lazy to go find links) but i will tell you two blogs im like religiously stalking:

@in-som-niyah has AMAZING THOUGHTS on Jason 10/10 i love getting all my jason content from her GOD BLESS THE HARDWORKING PEOPLE OF TUMBLR DOT COM

@fcthots also has some kick ass Jason stuff....like....from smutty to fluffy and domestic its....yeah. oooghgubjgubgn yeah yeah.

anyway i've probably forgotten to mention a bunch of books but thats all i can remember that was actually good. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN READING !!!

#clem talks <3 #Clem's Birthday Hang Out #loml <33

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aeoki · 4 months

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Blackjack - Miracles Don't Exist: Chapter 3

Location: Underground Family Residence Characters: Mayoi, Hitsugi & NEGI Season: Winter

TL Note:

This refers to Gatekeeper. Additionally, there is no current record that suggests he is Hitsugi’s blood-related uncle.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< At that time. Underground family residence. >

Mayoi: A–Alright, I’ll be back then.

Hitsugi: See you later~♪

Mayoi: Uuu, I’m sorry I’ve had to leave you by yourself a lot recently.

Hitsugi: It can’t be helped. It’s normal to be away from home for “SS” and there’s also “Star Fest” happening today, right?

An idol should prioritise their work. No one will scold you for that. A “producer” certainly can’t.

I can’t do that sort of work anymore, but you can place yourself in the position you’ve always dreamed of, Ayase-senpai.

You shouldn’t have to refrain from doing that because of me.

Mayoi: I’m sorry… I feel bad since it feels like I’m the only one pulling ahead, but please be a good child while I’m away, okay?

Hitsugi: Okaaay. Good luck with your work, Sensei.

Mayoi: Uuu, I see you’re calling me that too, huh.

I’ve said this several times before but I’m not someone deserving of that name. Being from an unknown underground family might sound cool.

But in reality, we’re just like vulnerable, parasitic insects who live in the lowest level of society.

Hitsugi: I’m also highly interested in how that support system works, but we call you our teacher because you were kind to us.

Thank you – for protecting us, healing us and guiding us.

It really made me happy. I didn’t grow up with a lot of love, after all.

You must be a nonconformist and problem child amongst the dwellers of this underground. But we were saved because you were there for us.

Thank you. I’m glad you were here.

I’m glad you’re alive.

Amen. I hope a wonderful Christmas Eve will befall you – a kindhearted and good child.

Mayoi: Eeeek… P–Please don’t pray to me.

Hitsugi: Sorry, just a habit. I’m still “Priest’s” son despite it all.

But for the majority of humans, blessings and divine protection are offensive to those who are unreligious.

That’s because love and blessings only exist because of discrimination and favouritism.

Those who believe in God will receive his special grace.

But the energy that exists in this galaxy is constant. That goes for love too.

The love and warmth God bestowed upon his believers are things God stole from his non-believers.

Every time a person’s faith in God grows stronger, the world of those who don’t believe in God will grow darker and colder.

You could even say God is interchangeable with the word nation. Or ES, its industry or even schools.

As long as you’re affiliated with them and provide your services to them, then you’ll be rewarded.

But if that’s the case, what should people like us – people who don’t belong to those places – do, Ayase-senpai?

Must we be like “Uncle[*]”, who has thorns lodged throughout his body to protect himself while preying on other creatures in order to live? Is that the only choice we have?

Or must we be like you, who sheds tears and hides while deceiving the eyes of the large entity who controls this world?

Is there no way for everyone to be happy? I’m sure that is what Anzu-senpai would want.

Mayoi: …………

Hitsugi: Oh, sorry. Just talking to myself.

Mayoi: No, no. On second thought, you’re becoming more and more intelligent, aren’t you, Hitsugi-kyun?

Hitsugi: Hmm~ Maybe it’s all thanks to the medicine you gave me for my wounds? Maybe it even healed my brain cells?

Anyway, I’m sorry for stopping you. Your friends are waiting, right? You should hurry along to the venue for “Star Fest”, Ayase-senpai.

Mayoi: Alright… I’m truly sorry. I’ll buy you Christmas cake or something else as a gift.

Hitsugi: No, no. Don’t worry about us – Please have fun.

*Phew…*

(Ayase-senpai left. I guess I do feel a tad lonely.)

(Looks like I’m spending Christmas all by myself again.)

NEGI: “Then, let’s escape while we can.”

Hitsugi: Ohh? My sister’s just controlling my arm and writing on the notebook to talk to me~? Didn’t know she was this skilled.

NEGI: “What’s with that comment?”

“Anyway, give me full control of your body.”

Hitsugi: No way. Onee-chan, you’re planning on taking part in “Star Fest”, right?

But we might get killed if you get outside – for real, this time.

It might not be much compared to “SS”, but it’s still a huge event in the industry.

There’s no way “Priest” or his followers wouldn’t be involved in that. They might find us right away, catch us and kill us.

NEGI: “I know that.”

Hitsugi: No, you don’t~ You might not be panicking much since you’re already dead, Onee-chan, but I don’t wanna die, okay? Please control yourself and be good.

NEGI: “No.”

“Look, Anzu made me an outfit. She made one just for me.”

“On that day, she braved the danger to come see me and gave me the application form for ‘Star Fest’ along with my outfit.”

“I have to respond to her feelings.”

“Anzu’s disappeared. We’re holed up down here so we don’t know the details or the truth behind it.”

“And maybe she won’t be able to see me even if I stand on the ‘Star Fest’ stage.”

“But it’ll be recorded somewhere. It’s an extraordinary Christmas Eve – someone out there will definitely talk about it.”

“Maybe if Anzu watches that later, she might feel a bit rewarded.”

“She worked so, so hard and might not even get rewarded for it all…”

“Even so, she worked her butt off to the point she was vomiting blood – I want to reward her as much as I can, even if it’s not much.”

Hitsugi: I understand how you feel. We’re siblings, after all – Anzu-senpai has helped me out a lot, too.

She’s someone important to me. I find it hard to believe myself.

NEGI: “Then–”

Hitsugi: But still, what I’m trying to say is that we’ll just be running into a pointless death if we head there without a proper plan. We’ll be disposed of without ever reaching the stage.

That’s not what you’d want either, right, Onee-chan?

NEGI: “But, then, what should we do?”

Hitsugi: Onee-chan, do you know about the sixth of the Seven Mysteries of Yumenosaki?

NEGI: “Just the basic gist of it. You’re the only one interested in that sort of thing, so I don’t know the details.”

Hitsugi: Hehe, you’re only interested in singing, huh.

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a-spell-a-rebel-yell · 1 year

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September

hellooo, on-time this time! hehe i hope everyone is happy and healthy 💙

the end of September marks one month of school and my assignments are finally slowing down (re: there will be more it's just i've finished them for the moment so i can have some relax time). so, i finally got wind of the learning system here, it's student centered learning where we have to write a paper for every subject and do a presentation for every class, the profs are only there to correct us or complete what we left out. sounds exhausting (because it is!) but i think with this method we're 'forced' to gather as much information as possible because in order to do well we need enough knowledge on the topic. not to mention we're also graded from how active/responsive we are during classes. result is most of my 'free time' is spent reading 🙃 not entirely complaining because the major difference from first degree vs post grad school is now everything's more focused on the discipline i'm interested in hehe

most of my class is held online (god bless) and i'm, yet again, the one in charge of our class' Zoom account (which we buy ourselves instead of provided by the campus). i only go to the SaIemba campus once a week for weekly wire bending class. yes, ladies and gentlemen, wire bending is now taking over my bank account and i mean it literally because the pliers i have to buy cost me a loooooooot of money 🙃 i think this month i really exhausted my savings... the only relief provided for me is that for orthodontists we usually only buy these pliers once to be used for years, that's why it's important to buy high quality ones. kinda glad i bought my Coldplay Singapore tickets before this huhu

an update on my medical check-up, i finally got to see the internist and yep he said i have very high metabolism rate (everything i eat gets converted quickly into energy, not fat/body mass and i need to eat more carbs, but sadly i'm more of a beef veggies fruits person sigh) and that for my slightly anemic blood report i need to consume more blood replenishing food/supplements... these days i swear i’ve been eating more than i did years ago but i simply can't gain weight (still ranging around 41-43 kgs and never higher 🤡)

this September the class celebrated two of our members' birthdays! (again, i'm in charge of reminding everyone of someone's bday 😂) for the first one, kak Mandy's, i kinda made a cruel prank i really regret lol with everyone's help i tricked her we have impromptu on the spot zoom with our professor that required us to show our wire bending progress... she believed me and actually stayed up late to finish her work 😭 i swear i got her to stop and go back to sleep at 10 PM 🥺🥺🥺 but the surprise worked and she was actually surprised (& genuinely happy, i checked on her right after haha) to find us singing the hbd song as she entered the meeting room and sent her a lovely cake for her. the second one, kak Putri's, and this one we can no longer use the Zoom tactic again so we pushed back the surprise to our next wire bending class at uni, bought her pizza and coffee (her favs) and i think the best part is: after i checked in on her, she said she's touched by our efforts as she's never really experienced having people do this much for her. that answer stunned me in a way i get reminded again how being remembered is such a privilege, a rare thing, one's life goal? it's one of the best ways to leave no room for doubt that someone truly cares and loves you? seems like a simple gesture but woah. the impact it left? i think i've never felt more happier being able to remember people's bdays/preferences/likings, seeing how happy i can make someone feel? that's what i strive to do even more now 💪🏻

anyway, did i tell you already i'm the youngest in our class? and the oldest is literally 10 (ten) years older than me? so naturally... i'm also in charge of everything technical: starting from running our class' instagram account and teaching everyone efficient ways to use Google Docs and Slides to finish our assignments 😂👍🏻 i love getting treated like everyone’s little sister and calling everyone kakak/abang 🤣 yet somehow i love being the one people are (mostly) depending on? i like having responsibilities and being able to provide help i guess? 😂 and guess what: i actually also become the class' official editor. yep. one of the assignments given from the dean is to write this mini book (yes, book. not a paper) and she appointed me to be the editor! it's a rigorous task i need to be super diligent and attentive while proofreading and correcting the formatting, but yeah i enjoyed it. my editing hobby has leveled up to a semi official thing haha

last week of September my dad's coworkers held farewell parties (yes plural) for my dad as his last day of work in the entirety of 40+ years of career has finally come... it was an emotional night, almost everyone volunteered to give a lil speech for my dad and said how they've lost and will miss my dad dearly, even some of his lab assistants cried. because my dad was stationed on duty at St Regis hotel naturally i was tagging along, and my dad's subordinates arranged me to be the special guest and yeah. i got teary eyed too because i got to witness yet again how loved my dad is. anyways, i highkey will miss the 'side privileges' i'm so used to get for being a child of a Bank lndonesia employee HEHEHE i mean free staycation at five star hotels almost every week? health insurance (which stopped as i turn 25 huhu) and many many many others. oh well. now it's my time taking care of my mum and dad then, my dream to provide the same or even better treatments than what i received 🥺

with my dad entering retirement, now aside from school i’m swamped with packing and boxing. we’re slowly moving things back to the Cibubur house while i prepare some of my stuffs to carry to my cousin’s house. not gonna lie feeling quite sad because the benefits of having a house in the center of South Jakarta scene are endless! 😂 almost everything is within fingertips’ reach and i’m used to living in that part of the city that never sleeps. Cibubur’s pretty quiet and Bendi (my cousin’s house region) though just a few districts away from Blok M isn’t really the life of the party. i will miss Panglima Polim and everything surrounding it 🥹

last note: these days i'm feeling like life is really that unexpected? so many things i didn't even dream ever happening are thrusted onto my hands right now as we speak and they turn out to be all i've ever wanted? i think i've perfected the formula of doing good + be good + trust the timing. a simple example would be me getting back to school (you can tell i’m not done feeling super happy after getting accepted 😂) excited for more to come, major changes or challenges are welcome: bring it on! i'm ready and up for all kinds of surprises hehe

that's it for September! two months and i'll be 26... 9 months fly away just like that huh 😅 a reminder for me and everyone reading this to enjoy time as it goes, make every second count and special. see you next month!

#alhamdulillah #:)#i will graduate soon #just kidding lol #one month of school done two years eleven months to go #helppp i'm drowning in my assignments #but let's live life happily still!!!

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i have never loved selena more. her pov is making me cry.

David wasn’t the anything of darkness.

He was the moon. The only thing that shone even amidst darkness.

i love this line so much. max and magnus are so fucking smitten comparing their partners to the moon.

It’s not his fault that his body was violated

Achilles is such a great advocate! God bless the Rosales genes. I love the fact that you acknowledged that David wasn't a victim just because he was injected w demon blood but because someone did something to him without his consent and he no longer has control over his body. It was so heartbreaking to read but it also gave me a lot to think about.

Chopin couldn’t hear him. Chopin was gone.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY BABY (i honestly didn't give a fuck about him before this but david loved him so much and this hit me so fucking hard.)

He closed his eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek.

He smiled.

Sometimes, perhaps even most of the time, Rafael forgot that he wasn’t just the Consul.

He was a boy.

A young boy.

A boy who wanted to do crazy things. A boy who wanted to have fun. A boy who wanted to live his life.

I'm so happy for Rafael.

“I love you,” Max said again. “But I don't love your Clave. I don’t want anything to do with it.”

Rafael looked at the scroll.

It was the Walkaway Clause created by the Warlock Council. Rafael had seen a draft.

This one was different.

This one was signed by Max Lightwood-Bane.

As hurtful as this was, I've never been prouder of max. I'm glad he refused to just let the Clave get away w such injustice even though his own brother is the leader. He'll be the catalyst for the other warlocks to take such drastic steps. This chapter gave me so much faith for Mavid. I know something bad happens in the future but I love all the glimpses of Max we've seen.

It doesn't seem like you'll be wrapping the whole thing in part 4. There's a lot more that seems to be changing in the shadow world. That's kinda cool. This was an incredible chapter.

I'm confused about a few things though. The whole Max having white magic thing. Can you explain a bit if it's not spoilery? I was scared for a second that Magnus might be dead in the Other Max's future. Also are we ever going to find out more about Other Max or is that something you'll explore later?

anyway love you and you're amazing.

Love, Yana

YES ACHILLES APPRECIATION ON MY DASH. I LOVE TO SEE IT.

I have to say I'm so so happy to see yall supporting Max. To be entirely honest, I expected y'all (at least some of yall) to be mad at him for 'choosing david' over Rafael or whatever. But this decision was based on Max - and how HE was tired of the Clave and how it looked at people with demon blood. I'm sure it hurt him a lot because he has more demon blood than most warlocks. So, I'm glad to see yall (and rafe!) understand why it was important for Max to walk away from the Clave.

And yes a lot is changing in the shadow world indeed 👀 We have one more pov with Gigi, Alec, Lexi and David to finish things up (and then the epilogue!)

PS - Max has white magic because he has the magic of three people (his own - blue, Nico's - red, and Mallory's - green). They are three primary colours and when you mix them you, you get white. Which is why no warlock has white (or black) magic. You'll understand it a little better in the next chapter.

And more on Other Max later <3

#lbaf

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iheartdaisies · 4 months

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God Lives in my Earliest Memories.

It’s a pacifying black in the room. Soft moonglow seeps through the window and billowing curtains, enough to see faint outlines of furniture and walls. Every night before bed, I’d have to kneel down on the floor, elbows on the bed, hands pressed together and say my prayers. A lot of them were prescribed by my parents; pray for family, pray for good health, pray for blessings, obligatory Amen. Sometimes they’d ask me what I wanted to pray for. All I remember thinking was why am I doing this? It seemed sort of pointless. Bad things didn’t happen to me or my family. I’d see and hear awful things on TV and think, I’m so glad that would never happen to me. I developed a fascination with dark subjects as a child, I could interact with them from another plane and never have to confront anything in my real life. I still prayed anyway though, at my parent’s insistence. But it made no difference whether I prayed or not. Despite my confliction, I never said it out loud, it just lingered in the air. Somewhere I’d either created or been born with an illusion of invulnerability. I couldn’t even imagine dying, and I thought about it a lot. At night I’d lay in bed and try to imagine death, I couldn’t comprehend the nothingness. But I’d just keep doing it and thinking if I tried hard enough I could comprend what it means to not be a living thing anymore. The only thing that really came of it was that I made myself cry every time. It scared me that one day I would be nothing, think nothing, feel nothing, just the remnants of a soul and grainy overexposed 2000s film in a scrapbook my mom made.

I feel like a lot of people, especially those raised religiously form some sort of concept of god in their heads, we heard so much about him it only made sense to put a face to a name, like when you read a novel and picture the characters in your head. For some reason, god was in an outrageously oversized tan-coloured T-shirt. He was almost bald, like he’d shaved his head and then let it grow for a few weeks just enough to have the roots poking out again. He was young too, or at least he looked young but had all of the otherworldly sacred knowledge. He had a face in my mind but I never really believed in him until it mattered, and I needed something. I’d try and get out of church, make my prayers short, pretend I actually read the Bibles I was given. Nothing scared me more than when my mom was angry. Always a loose cannon, I’d never know when it was coming. The swearing, the screaming, the belt, it would just get to me. In tears and staggered breath, I would kneel, open my window and pray to god to make it better. I used to think that if I cried hard enough, pressed my hands together and squeezed my eyes closed tight enough, he’d hear me.

I remember watching a baptism, vaguely. I was maybe 4, maybe younger. I couldn’t really understand what was happening, or why there were stairs leading down to a shallow white pool in the floor, or why someone walked in fully clothed, throwing their hands in the air once they emerged, white clothes drenched and clinging to their skin. Everything about church was bizarre. I found pictures of my own baptism in a photo album, I’m in an outrageously puffy white ruffled dress and a matching white headband. My mom is next to the priest, and I’m in her arms, visibly throwing a fit. I laugh a little when I think about it. Now thinking about it, my family was pretty tame compared to other religious families. One day when I was in middle school, my mom took me over to a Mormon family’s house. My mom sat in the living room, talking with the husband and wife while I played in the next room with their kids. We were playing with dolls or something like that and I don’t remember exactly what we were talking about but at one point I think I said “Oh my god”, and suddenly they stopped, staring at me blankly. Just thinking about the tension in that room is sobering. It was silent for way too long. “We don’t say that.” One of them said, burning a hole through my head with her weird Mormon eyes.

When I got older and into my teens, naturally I sat upon my high horse and passed silent judgement where I saw fit. Rolling my eyes at mentions of god, heaven, hell, the afterlife, etc. To me, it was now a fairy tale for people who didn’t want to bother with science and evolution. There was resentment too, towards the people who blocked basic human rights bills because they thought an old book meant more than universal freedoms. How could you look at everything science has explained and think there’s a man up in space or that drinking caffeine is a sin. It was really cultish and scary to me. Religion was created by the same people who thought the earth was a flat disc, so what real credibility does it have? I got a little older, around 18 or 19 when things started feeling really empty and distant. I’d be laughing with my friends in the car, but I wasn’t really there. When we went our separate ways for university, and school was mostly remote, I had a lot of extra time on my hands. Extra time to feel things I didn’t want to feel and think about things I wanted to shove down deep inside. I won’t specify what, but some other bad things happened too. I was depressed and aimless, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life and still don’t. I was so angry I don’t really even have the words to explain what it felt like other than a mind numbing rage and crushing grief. I thought a lot about what it meant to even be here, frustrated and in need of a sign, anything to tell me that there is a reason to stay and that I have a future I was meant for. It took me an embarrassingly long time up until those years of my life to understand that need a purpose to persevere or to just not feel so alone, and for some people, that is religion. If there is no greater purpose or higher power, then what is the purpose of being alive? What does it mean to exist? A possible answer is that it means nothing. And that’s a tough pill to swallow. I don’t blame anyone for not wanting to face the harrowing possibility that all of this has no explanation other than random chance and that we truly are just a collection of materials, bred to eat, sleep, and die. I still don’t like people who use their religion as an excuse to ostracize minorities. But I don’t see a blind cult following so much anymore. I often see people that find meaning in life, whatever that might look like. I see people that have found a purpose, a reason to live, a reason to keep going, because they’re just people.

And it really doesn’t matter. Life has whatever meaning you give it.

I found Ethel Cain’s music by chance one day. PD was the first album I’d found that explored religious themes in the way that it does, and the obscure relationships that come with growing up in the south and baptist culture. Coming to terms with faith, while still holding reservations, nostalgia, and judgements about it all. Though that’s not what the album is entirely about, those themes are still present. In Sun Bleached Flies, there’s a lyric in the first half:

What I wouldn’t give to be in church this Sunday

Listening to the choir so heartfelt, all singing

God loves you, but not enough to save you

In its sweet irony the song itself is part of the Ethel Cain story, while its a reference Ethel’s unfortunate circumstances and goodbye to her family and past, I think it could be interpreted in a lot of different ways, specifically the underlying themes of religious guilt and bizarre nostalgia that arises for environments that brought so much pain and confusion. There’s a general feeling of being let down by God, a feeling of unworthiness. Why does god bless and save others but not me? Why do my prayers go unanswered? I’m a good person, why is this happening to me? But there’s also a feeling of longing for those simpler times, being in church, talking to neighbours and joining them in prayer and song. Clapping in unison after the preacher gave his sermon, and shaking hands as you leave. A wanting to belong and reminiscing for the things you used to think were so boring and awful. It’s rare that I find and feel connected to music and lyrics, to songs that put subconscious feelings into words, or at least ones that inspire reflection.

At 21 now, I have a complicated relationship with religion. If I did have to classify myself, I’d say I’m probably Agnostic. Christianity still resides in a part of me, not in faith but more like a place I came from, left behind and occasionally wax nostalgic for. I still don’t pray, if I read bible verses it’s to analyze from a non-religious lens, and I don’t go to Sunday service. When my Grandmother preaches to me about how God made no mistakes and loves us the way we are, I just smile and take her weathered hand in mine. When I’m in a church, it's to hear my grandfather sing Willie Nelson and see the smile on his face when he looks up from his old bones and guitar strings, to see his wife, sons, and grandchildren nodding along. I have a cross that I wear around my neck and it's my lucky charm. It was given to me by my grandparents, to me it's not a religious symbol, it's them. I live for my family and friends, not any god. Sometimes though, I find myself on the floor in the dark. In the shower with the lights off. In my bed trying to sleep so I can't be awake to feel anymore. When I’ve been alone with my thoughts too long, when I start to feel like I might not be here much longer, when the compartmentalized truths seep back into my consciousness and I’m left with the reality of things that have happened in the past, after I finally cry deeply enough and so silently my chest aches, I pray, and I hope that someone hears me.

#ethel cain #religious trauma

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fighting-these-demons · 4 months

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First Episode Season 5!!!!! Woooooo!!!

I'm not loving the first opening (and what will undoubtedly be the final track that plays fir the end of the season) but that's ok.

Oh wow Kaburagi is gonna be the one at the Finish Line?

It looked like his hair anyway. I know that Naruko was the lead up to that shot but it looked like Kaburagi's hair.

Huh. They flattened Imaizumi's chin? Did they animation crew decide on that independently?

It's been less than 24 hours and he's got a new face.

How could they break the tip off of his Dorrito Chin? 😫😭💔 Imaizumi what have they done to you?????

He looks like he went through a second puberty via time travel.

Everyone's hair is Wrong too. Naruko's and Onoda's isn't spiky enough at the top... Teshima and Aoyagis hair is too short... it shouldn't be peaking out of his helmet like it is at that length.

We traveled back in time 20 minutes and they yanked Teshima and Aoyagi from their 1st year of high school and dropped them here. Meanwhile they snatched Imaizumi from one if his college classes and threw him in here.

Naruko also looks like he got yanked from his last year of middle school.

What is going on here?????

Who let them do this?????

These budget cuts are CRAZY. The difference in animation from season 4 to season 5 is stunning (derogatory).

I know Sohoku didn't cut their hair the night before but now I have to headcanon it that way because it simply doesn't make sense otherwise.

They toned down Naruko's dialogue with Onoda from the last episode. :(

They made Kaburagi seem nervous instead of excited?

They made only Naruko shout "Go!!!" When the whole team shouted it before in the last episode and they animated it as if he was asking a casual question in a worried tone like checking up on Onoda as opposed to cheering him on.

How weird. It doesn't sync with the audio either.

You can really tell this is where the studio was losing money and patience. 😞

Ah I see it's it's spell cast by Midousuji chanting Morph Morph Morph!

He morphed the cast.

Also I know that Kyoto Fushimi had backup riders before the race... why don't they have a 6th guy to replace the one they lost the day before?

The way they're animating them moving side to side in close ups is making me motion sick! 😖

That's interesting. They didn't attack before Onoda caught up last episode but now they are.

Oh Wooooow!!!!!! It's big Imainoda hours this season!!!! Woooooo!!!!! 🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊

I hope they still throw Imaisugi some bones though!

I'm glad for Imaizumi! He deserves these moments! 💖💖💖

Dang he LOVES these moments of getting to metaphorically hold someone's hand and teach them through new experiences! This has got to be Peak for him! Good for him!!!

Gayest Dialog Ever God Bless! 💖🎊

Imaizumi's STAYING CALM after that????

THE SMIRK

Saying "That's not something you should be saying right now." ??????????

They really did pull him out of time from college!!! Holy shit the raw confidence!!! Good for him! Holy shit!

"No, that's not right. If you felt like saying it during a race, then that's the time to say it."

"Road races are similar to the passage of time; at times they change at dizzying speeds, and there's no going back. "

"Whatever you're thinking at that time has to be said in that moment. "

"Thank you Onoda, for what you said earlier. It's encouraging. Not that I'm particularly gentle or kind."

WITH THE SMOULDER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!

EHEIDJDNDHSUWJSBSBSHSWJ

Man really did get pulled back in time and decided to capitalize on his crush that got away!!!

Good for him!!!!! DAMN!!! I'm remembering how I cheered for Imainoda in the beginning of season 1! 😂

This scene was animated by last season's team! 🤣 Imaizumi still has his chin as I'm pausing for dialog.

Ope! And now it's gone again! 😂 He wiped his damn chin off!

I like the closing song much more. The simple style is nice and beautifully colored. I'm not a fan of the framing/staging for the characters and it's REALLY making me appreciate how awesome all of the OPs and EDs were animated for Season 4 by comparison... but it's still nice. It's very sweet.

#best bike boys the anime

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fandomfloozy · 5 months

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I coined the term Post Fic Clarity™️ with my friend group and I feel I can share it here

So we all know about "post nut clarity" and how men supposedly have different feelings about things and/or people after... Finishing; but in the moment, they're ALL about it for the sake of the euphoric feeling that comes right before... The end, y'know.

ANYWAY, you get it. Beer goggles come off. Nutting essentially sobers you up. And so, Post Fic Clarity™️ is the equivalent that I just so happened to develop while in the midst of reading a very romance-centered, smut-heavy fic while simultaneously getting back on speaking terms with a situationship from my high school days

For context ✨

This was a genuine situationship. Not what people these days define as a "situationship" which is usually actually, truly just a multiple-year long romantic relationship that they don't have the internal security to define in proper terms. That's besides the point. My relationship with this man for multiple years was toxic. Strung along for a long time, sat through various relationships for the sake of waiting for "my turn," allowed him to treat me VERY shittily, gave so much for little in return, supported him through rough patches in his life and was a rock he could lean on until I finally said "enough's enough" and stopped answering his midnight phone calls to go get high with him.

Cut him off. Cold turkey.

UNTIL, fast forward months/years later, something happened while I was very conveniently reading this wonderful xreader fanfic. Beautifully written. The dynamic between reader and the ML was SOOOOO good.

While reading, the real life man, whom I had cut off a long time ago and resigned myself to never speaking to again, reached out to me saying: he was sober, had gone go rehab, had "found God again," and he wanted to apologize for all those years he took my place in his life for granted.

Now, buddy, I had some nice 🩷 rose colored lenses 🩷 on from the ML of the fic treating reader so kindlyyyyyy. Him ravishing reader and calling her pet names and treating her like she hung the very moon in the sky. It had me believing this REAL LIFE MAN's shit was legit, and boooooooyyyyy was I eating it the FUCK UP.

We end up talking. Setting up a day to meet and catch up. I'm low-key kicking my feet and giggling. And BLESS my friends, I was so excited telling them ALL about it. They were so supportive while internally being like

SO supportive.

All while I was set to meet up with this man again who had been NOTHING but bad news since I met him.

And THEN!!!!!

And then.... I finished the fic. (Or at least as much as was available of it at the time. I was waiting on the next update.)

And as time went on after the fact, inching closer to the date this guy and I were meant to meet up..... The Fic Feelings started to wear off... And it was suddenly dawning on me that I wanted nothing to do with this man 😭😭😭😭😭

The feelings I was feeling of hope and attraction and excitement suddenly melted into DREAD that I had to see him in person. I was NOT looking forward to it as I started to realize that I was PROJECTING feelings I was feeling for a FICTIONAL CHARACTER ONTO A REAL LIFE MAN. But as SOON as I stopped reading the fic the feelings STOPPED.

POST FIC CLARITY ™️

Anyway, he cancelled on me and it was the biggest relief of my life lol

My friends tore into him in the GC as soon as I admitted that I didn't feel the way I thought I felt. They were straight up like "thank GOD." They're so good to me 🥹

So yeah, Post Fic Clarity™️

BIG TAKEAWAY: we can regret our choices after euphoric feelings too, my friends. Ya don't gotta have a dick

Side note: the fic was Rough Day. "Sweet girl" did something to my psyche. I'm so glad you hadn't updated yet, nodroids

#long explanation after the cut put the payoff is worth it i think #Post Fic Clarity™️ ladies and gentlemen #tell your friends 😃#~°•*andy says things

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Casey & Janis Pt.6

Janis: [‘you think you can take my whole hand, Case?’ tracing our remaining fingers around your hole ‘I take all your dick, don’t I’ moving like you’re in fast forward it’s so uninhibited and out of control]

Casey: [‘it’s not up to me’ cos gotta echo what she just said however impossible speaking seems to be atm ‘to do owt but keep up with you anyway’ cos so proud of her for taking all this all the time truly]

Janis: [kissing you like it’s a first kiss to directly contrast the fact we’re pushing more fingers inside you and riding your dick so aggressively it’s ridiculous ‘you’ve always kept up with me, there’s never been any doubt’]

Casey: [his levels of determination to see this through and not die before she’s done getting her whole hand up there are actually adorable despite the feralness of everything else always, god bless you, boy, we stan you looking so cute whilst being so hot at the same time]

Janis: [stroking his red cheeks so tenderly like we aren’t fist fucking you whilst you fuck us, moaning ‘you should see how good you’re doing’ because we’re so impressed honestly ‘do whatever you need to me to make you cum, please’]

Casey: [how she sounds on that moan as well as what she says getting to him SO much that he has to kiss her with a mouthful of blood because of how hard he’s bitten his tongue about it to try and keep this going forever]

Janis: [when you have to let this blood run down your throat to make you gag into this kiss because nothing else will do when you’re this far gone, yet these kisses are so soft and also on your bitten tongue ‘cos must comfort you whilst still v much carrying on the antics ‘you’re throbbing, I can feel how much you need to explode’]

Casey: [he will HAVE TO because she did so many of his fave things into that kiss, aside from the fact these antics are very much still going on, and that she literally gave him full permission to at the end there, how could he not, he’s only human]

Janis: [the way we’re expanding all of our fingers as wide as we can inside you when you do, losing all control of the rest of our body as you cum inside us because of course it’s making us cum, spilling some of this blood from our mouth down our chest and onto our stomach and yours]

Casey: [we always say this but I genuinely don’t know how y’all are recovering from that, gonna be here dead for a WHILE, nevertheless will be drawing a heart with his finger in some of that blood on her whilst y’all are recovering]

Janis: [truly we’re so dead and that has just ended us again, not us using your own cum to draw one on you back]

Casey: [who else would find that the most romantic gesture ever if not this boy, y’all are fated and how he’s looking at and smiling at her is adorable]

Janis: [‘put a million babies in me’ then doing a stupid smile because we can’t think of any clever or emotional enough way to say how much we love you rn, we’re too dead]

Casey: [‘I dunno how you’ve not worked it out yourself, mate, but that’s not how babies get made’ cos can’t resist the bants ever lol]

Janis: [‘keep trying ‘til we get it right’ nudging you with our head like shh]

Casey: [‘okay’ so soft and affectionate and in love]

Janis: [‘okay’ with the happiest of sighs]

Casey: [so glad y’all are the opposite of squeamish because it’d be a miracle if there wasn’t some actual poo floating in this bath as if baby me had appeared ready to blame Trace for the antics, and y’all are in no position to be getting out of here quick and in horror]

Janis: [lmao oh boo, you do amuse me, the way neither of you would even bat an eyelid is iconic tbh]

Casey: [gonna be amazing parents because there’s nothing capable of grossing them out]

Janis: [literally, god bless, not going to rush you but you will need to get out of this bath eventually, just looking at you like oh boy, because the state we’re both in now]

Casey: [let it start to go cold again and you can then when one of you shivers or something, for now, just chilling, trying to go back to breathing in a way that isn’t totally insane, looking at the girl he loves like the non verbal equivalent of the softest hey whilst also doing the checks that she’s okay and he didn’t hurt her more than either of y’all would want]

Janis: [just doing a tiny nod that makes us do the hoarsest laugh of all time ‘I’m so good’ sounding like a brag but not unwarranted anyway, just attempting to relax all his muscles and not get distracted by how hot he is]

Casey: [doing his own nod and a blush cos not over how good she was, to the extent that he has to bury his face and listen to her heartbeat because not okay with the reminders his mind is throwing at him happening this soon]

Janis: [just cuddling him, also trying not to remember suffocating him with our boob, failing but at least not repeating what we’re reminiscing on here, making our heart thud even more]

Casey: [there’s no way he wouldn’t be remembering that either and how he dropped the m word not at all casually, making a quiet lil but very !! noise about it]

Janis: [shhing you but you can hear the !! in it because we don’t want to mean it ‘you can say it whenever you want, too’ because he said it about the d word so we gotta]

Casey: [‘til she gets mardy enough to haunt us’ with the exact tone you would use to express the idea of your dead mum showing up rn of all moments, v awkward of you Debbie, excuse you hun]

Janis: [‘be typical of mine to bother showing now’ like quite the party, thanks Caleb but we’re shrugging ‘it ain’t like it’s about him, beyond the issues, of course’]

Casey: [shaking his head and probably accidentally tickling her because he has not moved, cos she doesn’t have the level of daddy issues so many girls he’s slept with have]

Janis: [smoothing his hair down with some water like hey ‘it’s alright, if you’re headwrecked or you ain’t’ because let’s not start judging each other now, imagine]

Casey: [lifting his head to look at her because she knows him so well and vice versa at this point there’s nothing that needs to be said about what issues you both do or don’t have and there’s defs no judgement for any of it]

Janis: [‘I don’t care, you can take any of it back at any time’ 🤏 with it though because we have to be honest that we may be a tiny bit gutted but you know what we’re saying as well as we understand your look]

Casey: [‘I’d care, it’d bother me if I did that to you’ the unspoken but SO loud I’m not jimothy and I refuse to go back on things I’ve said and done being beyond blatant]

Janis: [‘it’s not the stuff that matters’ because entirely different if you turned around and said you didn’t want to be with us now, then we would have to kill you and die]

Casey: [‘it matters in its own right’ cos y’all spend so much time being feral how could it not if you just turned around and was like actually none of that was legit bye]

Janis: [put your hands up like okay, fair point ‘you know what I mean too’ just like doing something once doesn’t mean you got to again, of course]

Casey: [‘I get it’ cos he do, always, stroking her hair as softly as she did his not long ago ‘can’t not get you’ cos she always be making fair points herself and also he just knows her that well]

Janis: [tapping his head how we do like yeah ‘well in there by now’ because you just know each other that well and have for a long time by this point]

Casey: [‘deep as’ not making that sentence a full one cos we all know he’s referring to the feral antics without it having to be said]

Janis: [still out here making dramatic af sounds because it’s WAY too soon to be remotely over it in a physical or emotional sense tah, laying our head on your chest to hear your heartbeat instead of our own in our ears ‘you’re the fittest boy in the whole world’]

Casey: [‘can’t keep up with you at that, like’ when you’re not even insecure remotely and you don’t mean it like that, she just is the fittest and literally a model and you’re never over it]

Janis: [‘yes you can’ grumpily like you hush now ‘you’re so-‘ tutting at ourself to cut us off ‘don’t start me on that again, like’ because we’ll only get carried away and we all know it]

Casey: [amusement you can hear in his voice ‘alright’ cos you likewise know sir you’ve gotta eventually get out of this bath and she’ll have to go to the effort of re-doing his bandages thanks to how wet they got ‘gutted if you was struck off’ bad nurses bants cos you both know she’s made him feel the most better possible in the sauciest way ‘so I’ll be a top patient, promise, best you’ll ever have’]

Janis: [‘be my luck’ ‘cos you’re such a terrible patient but we’re saying it with too much love to be taken seriously about it, absentmindedly rubbing the edge of these bandages between our finger and thumb ‘you are getting much better at doing what you’re told’ flashing a quick LOOK at you because we know what we’re referring to lol]

Casey: [turning her quick LOOK into a more lingering one cos always gotta make things even more extra than they were, especially in this feral era, no notes lol]

Janis: [we’ll be here blushing ‘I-’ because don’t even know where to begin ‘should be washing you, now that you’re here’ because truly, may as well now, get this shower back and on a comfortable temperature]

Casey: [‘too right, you’ as if it’s purely all her fault, because that’s how it feels, he’s just here getting derailed constantly by everything he feels and y’all can’t get anything done except the sauciest of antics, but of course he nods when she’s gonna make the attempt like go on cos it makes sense]

Janis: [‘best behaviour all ‘round’ like I heard and I’m on board, you try lads, you really do; if you start at the bottom and work your way up, you can navigate the uninjured areas like his feet and legs first]

Casey: [the absolute spitting image of the smirking emoji like sure Jan because he has no faith in y’all not to get distracted and even less desire for that best behaviour obvs, demonstrating this by childishly kicking some water at her since they are uninjured and he can]

Janis: [😯 like how very dare you x2, tickling the bottom of the foot you are holding like I can make you behave one way or another]

Casey: [his lols because that’s such a ticklish spot bringing Chubby in from wherever he was snoozing like HELLO parents so he’s like ‘I get it, you’ll be sorted now there’s reinforcements’ as if she summoned him cos he’s a big baby and thus the big guns]

Janis: [‘he can show you how to behave, more like’ which is half a drag because he’s still a baby and not fully trained but much better than you is the vibe, hence giving this pup some love]

Casey: [not this boy just wrecking this bathroom even further because we all know he’ll just be aiming this shower head at Chubby in his mouth so he can bite it and wherever else he wants to playfully like pounce on it bub etc etc, oh the fucks he don’t give ‘what were it you was saying?’ like I’m soz I didn’t catch that over the sounds of this dog misbehaving lol]

Janis: [just watching this carnage unfurl, shaking our head like we’re so unamused but we’re blatantly unable to keep the smile off our face because Chubby is such a fool ‘you’re giving yourself a lot to live up to’ like how are we going to top this mess being made 😏]

Casey: [just unwrapping one of his many bandages and wrapping Chubby up like he’s a mummy with it, nbd, until he eventually gets them off and then starts zooming around with them like a mad fool, thus disappearing temporarily so giving him a look like oh okay bye and giving her a LOOK like where were we and let’s see]

Janis: [slowly unwrapping the rest because fresh will be necessary at this point, and really lightly touching the now exposed skin with our fingers ‘how does it feel?’ quietly, in contrast to the running water and this dog zooming in the background]

Casey: [when the way he winces, physically and the verbal equivalent, speak for him, as does the fact he’s not bothering to hide either from her ‘but I’ll be okay’ his tone making it known he means rn even because he’s got her and she is taking such good care of him, feral antics aside]

Janis: [holding the shower as far away as we can so the water that hits you isn’t too much even, but the heat from it should be nice, as well as the benefit of staying as clean as we can for the antiseptic and bandaging to be worth the effort you’re going to ‘you will be’ nodding and smiling a little when we meet your eye like it’s true and we mean it, this is shit but it will all heal, giving each area a tiny kiss as we move the water to another part of him that has been covered by bandaging]

Casey: [‘you’ll have both of us back out working soon as, you keep all that up’ as if it’s the little kisses and the little kisses only that are doing it, closing his eyes as if she’s doing so much more than she is because he isn’t used to softness yet, y’all haven’t been together long enough]

Janis: [‘no one has to know, point of a sickie, ain’t it’ like we can keep quiet how healed you are, don’t worry ‘relax’ as his eyes are closing like that’s right]

Casey: [‘longest I’ve had’s [a number of days] when [an illness I won’t commit us to because we might decide to go back and do it one day cos the era before you get together is always a fun one]’ like remember, cos who would he have let look after him even slightly if not her and smiling about whatever he’s remembering from then when she did, keeping his eyes closed cos she basically told him to therefore he must]

Janis: [being like oh yeah, now I do ‘trying to age me, even then’ ‘cos of course we would’ve been actually concerned, clearly weren’t just a cold and like you said, who else was actually going to be able to help ‘can’t get you out of Irish now but…’ like you better think this is better lmao, now being the time we’re focusing on washing your butt and the like because we do need to spend some time there making sure we didn’t hurt you and giving some TLC]

Casey: [‘never worked though, did it?’ like you’re still STUNNING it’s fine ‘and I could get myself out of Irish no bother, but…’ shoutout to that school counsellor lady who did fuck all but that, cos obviously this is better and whatever he’s remembering is clearly also a mood even if it was purely just the fact Janis obviously really cared so he therefore can’t even commit to the bants, especially not of pretending we liked her more]

Janis: [‘didn’t let me skive with you though, did you’ ‘cos I can see it now, you’d want her to, obviously, but then Jimmy would obviously want to stay home too and Casey would be FUMING like go away lol]

Casey: [‘letting you now, aren’t I?’ cos that’s the absolute TEA of how it would’ve happened, you’re so right for that my boo, so talking about making up for lost time is more of the vibe than dwelling on any of that, LOVE that you’re calling this a skive when you couldn’t possibly be more injured]

Janis: [doing a little ha like okay, true ‘I am paying for this room, like’ like who’s letting who skive really but we’re likewise getting distracted being v thorough about this clean up]

Casey: [I don’t even need to say that whatever sassy retort he thought about making isn’t happening because of how thorough she’s being rn, can only bite his lip so that he’s not once again being indecent thanks to those vivid flashbacks, we all know it]

Janis: [‘sorry’ like he’s mad about it remotely, making a big show of composing yourself like this is SUCH serious business, we all remember ‘I can take care of you without…’ prove it honestly because it’s been no time at all lmao]

Casey: [when the sorry would get to him too because the reminder pre your first hookup when you were both just pretending you were gonna sleep and trying to get comfy for it, soz boy there’s nowhere to hide, all these flashbacks happening and her literally able to see you getting turned on as it’s occurring and exactly how much you are ‘we don’t need to go without, I ain’t dying, and anyway, there’s the send off I’d be after if I were about to’]

Janis: [good thing you aren’t shy because we are just staring at you getting turned on, unrepentantly despite the sorry we gave you ‘what are you thinking about?’ because we wanna know]

Casey: [I’d have to go re-read to do it but for you sir there’s been no time and you’d remember it vividly obvs so just recount every moment from the first sorry to just before y’all actually went for it, as if you’re leaving her on a cliffhanger]

Janis: [the way we’d obviously be able to flawlessly continue that story because imprinted in our memory forever, never mind how fresh it is currently making it what your head basically defaults to]

Casey: [just here listening intently as though every word and moment isn’t likewise imprinted, getting more and more turned on by the second nbd]

Janis: [‘It’ll never not be mad to me, that I’m allowed to touch you now, whenever we like’ because what a ride from never alone basically to this, emphasising the word touch by doing just that, but with our foof so you can feel how turned on we are too to make it fair]

Casey: [‘and however’ cos y’all are into some freaky shit so that feels like an addition that needs to be tacked on like can’t believe we get to do all that, even if it’s basically fully a moan when he says it]

Janis: [‘every way’ which we sincerely mean, whether there is actually a line for y’all or not, we feel like we want to do everything it is possible to do with you]

Casey: [kissing her EXACTLY like he did the first time ever, a not at all casual perfect reenactment without even trying just cos of how vividly you were both talking and thinking about that moment]

Janis: [‘we’ve never used a condom’ because all this reminiscing has you thinking about all your many hookups by this point, clearly thrilled by this revelation, it would be a hassle how many you’d get through]

Casey: [‘can guarantee you’re already paying too much for this room’ like we’d be bankrupt if you had to start buying them as well, where’s the lie, but we all know he’s buzzing too and how unlike him that is]

Janis: [tutting like you’re telling me because this isn’t ideal but we couldn’t bear to be anywhere else ‘but you said you’d live in the car with me’ because he did]

Casey: [‘I’d live on the streets outside that crackhead pharmacy with you’ cos he would, so sincerely ‘anywhere, even my dad’s again’]

Janis: [‘he’d only allow that to have the pleasure of calling me a fatherless black slag to my face’ but we’re placing our body protectively over yours like no, you’re not going anywhere near him]

Casey: [‘I’d not allow it, I didn’t’ cos we all know how this brawl with Ian started properly and it was with him slagging Janis off so]

Janis: [‘he can think what he likes, you love me’ because we aren’t interested Ian, so soz ‘I’ll put up with worse than his to be with you’]

Casey: [‘I know you would, but you won’t have to put up with nowt from nobody, not for as long as I’m with you’ can and would fight the entire world and is promising to, nbd]

Janis: [‘you aren’t going anywhere’ playfully using our arm to pin you to this bath, not hard enough you are injured or couldn’t actually get out but you get the point ‘mine’]

Casey: [getting out of it but only so that he can give her the biggest and most dramatic hug he is able]

Janis: [hugging you back with as little concern to your injuries as we can manage because we want it to be a proper hug ‘thank you, for standing up for me even though I didn’t deserve it’]

Casey: [‘neither of us deserve his bollocks’ because deep down you know that you don’t either boy even though it goes against every instinct and everything Ian ever did to make you think you do]

Janis: [‘no one does’ with a sad noise because too real, stroking your bruised face right now]

Casey: [‘nobody else’ll have to’ looking at where baby Jac is when he says this like don’t worry gal under NO circumstances will you or anybody of your generation have to be around him ‘it stops here, with me’ cos Jimothy and Bobby severed that tie long before you did so yeah, end of the line Ian you bitch]

Janis: [pressing our forehead against yours in the most comforting manner because we know how big a deal this is for you and how much it means to us that you would even try ‘if it’s just me and you for the rest of our lives and everyone else hates me, I’d still need you and choose you’]

Casey: [‘bit rude of us to say I wouldn’t be fuming about it, what with you in exile instead of plastered on the side of a building, but you know I’d not, you heard, you’re everything I want’ cos he said that I saw it in the re-read]

Janis: [‘I’ve always been that, and you too, I can’t belong with or to anyone else’ like we have to be together, wherever and however we have to make it happen]

Casey: [‘you’re mine and I’m yours, end of’ cos yep hard agree, kissing her again as if it needs further emphasis]

Janis: [‘we were just meant to be together, end up like this’ inbetween kisses, sitting in your lap, letting the water run over you as a pair]

Casey: [doing the trying to pull her closer thing even though she can’t be ‘just like this’ and you know how it sounds because of how turned on he was and is]

Janis: [‘I’m not sorry, I’m really not, if every thing Ian said was true, I still wouldn’t be’ pulling his wrist we bit on that first time to us to see if the mark is still there]

Casey: [regardless of whether it’s faded remotely or not, putting said wrist to her mouth so she can bite it again because of course he wants her to]

Janis: [and we will because it’s necessary for you to have injuries you want and consented to, if you ask us lol, maintaining eye contact because we’re fully in our emotions recalling how far we’ve come and how we got to here]

Casey: [doing his wiping her eyes though she’s not crying move while he maintains the eye contact, to signify that he gets how she’s in her emotions and why and it’s a hard same]

Janis: [‘one day’ because he still hasn’t cried and we feel like we’ve never cried so much in our entire life as we have since this entire situation, busying ourself licking the trail of blood going from his wrist to his elbow, so you can be extra about how you look doing that]

Casey: [literally does not blink the entire time she’s doing that, even though big blinks are as close as he can get to crying and he’d love to give her that but soz we can’t miss a second here, until he pulls her into a kiss to taste the blood obvs, close your eyes then please hun, we know y’all don’t always and it’s unsettling]

Janis: [just happily coating every corner of your mouth in your blood with our tongue right now, taking it very seriously like if you want a taste you’ll get a taste, baby ‘I ain’t gonna bleed for ages’ thinking about the period you aren’t having and won’t probably until you’re done breastfeeding Jameson lowkey]

Casey: [defs biting her earlobe for that throwback and so he can be as extra about the blood trail as she just was, cos not like that but it’s a promise that he’ll keep making her bleed as many ways as he can]

Janis: [using your blood to write your name on his chest because we’re !! and in big love]

Casey: [giving her BIGGEST heart eyes for that cos hard same]

Janis: [just licking your name on his face, even if there’s not enough blood lingering that it stays once the spit has dried, just to be ferally adorable about it ‘we don’t have to leave’ as if this has just hit you because lowkey kinda like we keep forgetting that apart from Bobby thinking you should be back, no one else does and you haven’t run away with a deadline to return]

Casey: [when it then likewise hits you too that you have nowhere to be unlike when y’all ran away before, he doesn’t even have a job to go to rn, oh the freedom, hence he can’t help doing the BIGGEST grin about it ‘loads of time for us to find you a house’ cos she said she wanted one before and we haven’t forgotten]

Janis: [doing a slightly unhinged laugh because this all seems very unreal and like you’re just playing a game still because it’s obviously not sunk in that the place you shared with Jimmy is not home now, you can’t expect that to hit when most of your stuff is still there and so is he ‘crackhead pharmacy doorway might be more like it’ because the fear setting in]

Casey: [shaking his head because job or no job he can do slightly better than that and he intends to, drawing the childlike shape of a house, aka a square with a triangle on top of it and then squares for windows and a door, on her stomach like he’s literally putting a roof over baby Jac’s head]

Janis: [drawing said baby in one window and Chubby in another but realising this is probably getting a little too complex to translate to him so just smiling down at your stomach like never mind ‘least my mum’s has lots of rooms’ quietly but like, we aren’t totally fucked, if everything goes wrong ‘barely even lived there before-’ before you met Jimmy and then just moved yourself in]

Casey: [when you were drawing a v simple tree shape like oh I forgot they’ll absolutely need a garden because obvs picked up on her vibe if not the drawing itself, but then she says that and it’s like OH because feeling like she doesn’t think he can actually follow through on this plan, so of course his finger stops dead]

Janis: [when you don’t realize what you’ve said and how he could’ve taken that but obviously the vibe has SHIFTED immediately so you’re just looking back up at him like ? ‘not saying it’d be ideal’ with a shrug like maybe he just hates the idea of having to live with your mother]

Casey: [100000% NOT looking at her which is rare for him and therefore signals the absolute drama in a way he isn’t cos just still here seeming to be lowkey while having an internal monologue rage at him ‘nah, you’re only saying it’ll be necessary’ but so quietly it’s basically under his breath and more to himself than you]

Janis: [when you suddenly feel v exposed for the both of you being in this bath right now just like oh no, this isn’t right, turning the shower head off more because you don’t know what else to do than having any kind of concrete plan here, looking away because he won’t look at you and you’re trying to meet on whatever level he’s on, even though you do not get it ‘why is it suddenly the end of the world?’ pretty quietly too because you’re genuinely trying to work it out]

Casey: [‘you don’t reckon I can give you all that, do you?’ his tone making it sound not at all like a question because he’s already made him mind up that deep down that must be what she thinks]

Janis: [‘I’m not asking you to give me anything’ incredulous like is that who you think I am ‘it’s a joint fucking effort or it don’t work, if I’ve learnt anything, like’]

Casey: [‘you know what I fucking mean’ cos of course we’re getting angry about it, tis still his default emotion ‘and it ain’t gonna work, you still seeing us as that dickhead’ said like you aren’t the same 22 year old bartender but we all get what you mean sir, you had your role and the way you behaved and it was all not that long ago]

Janis: [‘I ain’t’ firmly because we’re not, whether you’re referring to the dickhead you were or the dickhead Jimothy was, we’re doing neither]

Casey: [‘I ain’t him’ not this being said like a negative instead of a positive for the first time ever as if she thinks because you didn’t have to be middle aged woman levels of responsible as a teen like Jimothy she therefore thinks you’re a irresponsible flop, also not this boy trying to diva storm out of this bath like he’s uninjured, he’ll be hurting himself and that’ll only escalate things so that’s great and a smart move, thanks boy]

Janis: [we saw that coming but also saw no way to stop you that wouldn’t make you as angry if not moreso so we had to let you do it, mistake though it was, you’re allowed to wanna get out of this close proximity and vulnerable nakedness, throwing a towel in his direction because that’s the best we can offer ‘til you are ready for us to rebandage and that moment is definitely not now ‘thank fuck’ like that’s basically the entire point ‘if I wanted to be with him, if it still worked, then I could be’ because we’ve had times to turn this ship around and could still beg and plead if we thought that was the right thing to do]

Casey: [‘don’t I bloody know it’ oh the insecurity of thinking if he does one thing wrong or lets her down ever she could just go back really just fully jumping out there and he can’t even sound as angry and ! as he wants because he’s clearly hurt, such fun]

Janis: [when you are itching to help him but you don’t want him to say no go away because you can’t handle that possibility right now, running your fingers through your hair and making eye contact via the bathroom mirror because it’s better than nothing but not confrontational ‘it doesn’t work and it wouldn’t, you know that’ like it’s never going to happen and that’s about Jimmy, not about us and this relationship ‘the last thing I wanted was you feeling the pressure to be perfect, that’s it’ dropping whatever you were trying to clean up in this mess of a bathroom because truly, just thinking this is our trait and we make the people we love kill themselves trying to give us what we feel like we haven’t even asked for]

Casey: [‘it isn’t gonna be perfect, a shithole for a bit, more like, might be ages even, I’m not thick, I fucking know that, but you should that it still don’t mean you need a back up plan’ when you’re just like I can do it, we can, so !!, hence he’s gotta look at her finally]

Janis: [‘don’t you think I know how much this is already, you didn’t ask for half of it, the fucking baby-’ stopping to do some dramatic breaths because truly, what a mistake, soz Baby Jac, the timing is so bad ‘I’m not trying to repeat my mistakes and fuck you over like I did him’ turning around to properly make eye contact because we want to be understood here like please]

Casey: [‘he never, but all this is exactly what I asked for, fuck knows who off ‘cause I used to reckon it was a massive load of bollocks, but I wanted it, and here I am finally getting my way’ the eye contact has never been more dramatic ‘she’s not a mistake to me’ cos soz bad timing or not it’s simply true]

Janis: [‘do you still want it?’ because getting hung up on that past tense, excuse us, trying to say it as plainly as you can because we want to know the truth and not be placated, obviously, but we had to clear our throat several times before the words would come out like that]

Casey: [thanks for all the throat clearing giving him however much time he needs to walk over to her, hurt as he is, and close this gap between y’all because of course he does, we all know it ‘I want her and you and him in there, however fucked the roof is’]

Janis: [just taking the time it takes to sit you on the toilet, crouching in front of you so we’re eye level still because neither of you needs to feel patronized right now ‘I want it too’ making eye contact like you better believe me, boy]

Casey: [‘It’s alright if you want your mum an’ all’ that sounds a bit patronising but we know he means it so sincerely cos of how much he wants his own, despite everything]

Janis: [‘I don’t want you to feel like there’s nowhere to turn, that you’re trapped with me’ because we know that this is going to wreck things with Jimmy and Bobby for you, maybe forever, and you’re also promising you won’t see Ian and it sounds like a recipe for disaster ‘I’m not losing you because I don’t let you know that we’re in this together, in every way’]

Casey: [‘it’s not you gets me trapped’ because we all know that it’s his bloody parents fault, Ian especially and we also know that Jimothy and Bobby have not helped his issues either ‘and you’re the only one who bothers to get us out when I am, I worked out we was in this together first time you done that’]

Janis: [resting our arms on your legs so we’re not yet dealing with your injured body because don’t want to distract from the fact we are properly listening and taking this all in but also making contact because we would like to help you right now too ‘you don’t need to doubt that I want to be with you, ever’]

Casey: [‘I just love you so fucking much’ getting blurted out and coming out with a sigh like ugh cos he do hate it when he gets angry at you gal]

Janis: [‘sorry’ like he’s sighing about loving you, trying to be bants but we’re both feeling a little too insecure for comfort right now ‘you’re right for me means you’re right for me, I’ve always said that’]

Casey: [shaking his head like no I’m sorry, burying his head into her how he do because comfort is needed by both of you here in this moment]

Janis: [cradling your head basically because we can hug you a little tighter like this right now whereas going for your body would be a mistake ‘I love you, okay, we will get everything we want’]

Casey: [‘I have’ from within this snuggle ‘not let us down yet and I won’t you’]

Janis: [‘you never have’ kissing his forehead somewhat frenziedly because that was scary for you both and we’re so glad we’re back to this]

Casey: [he has to do it back as intensely like we’re sealing that thought into both of our heads rn immediately]

Janis: [‘just ‘cos it’s intense, doesn’t mean it’s not what I want, we are intense’ said like it’s a good thing because to us it is and always has been]

Casey: [‘yeah, we are’ as he’s giving her the most intense kisses everywhere and anywhere he can reach without having to move too much and hurt himself]

Janis: [doing lowkey little grrs because you need to bandage this boy back up, and get some ice but you wanna just let him kiss you forever ‘and I’m obsessed with you’ as a *add on]

Casey: [‘we’re obsessed with each other’ like a * correction, pulling her into his lap like be closer thank you]

Janis: [‘if they cut us open, you’d be all the way through me, like a stick of rock or something, right out the other side’ saying this in your face because doing excessively close eye contact now]

Casey: [‘she’ll behave better than that’ said like you’re more than a bit gutted Baby Jac won’t be the cause of her having to be cut open and thus him being able to see that, cos how real it feels to him too]

Janis: [‘tell her she has to be’ like use your daddy powers thanks because not trying to lose our core muscles like that]

Casey: [doing it obvs, telling baby Jac all about her mother’s job and athletic prowess etc etc, including when jc used to run and sparr together so you can have an adorable reminisce and Janis will be able to hear in his voice how much all of that meant and means to him, shamelessly bigging her up so much with it all but where’s the lie tbh]

Janis: [it meant a lot to us too because it was lowkey the only thing we knew what to do with ourself for ages and to have someone get that was important ‘your daddy has to rest so I can beat him again’ shouldn’t say your but we simply have to, I’m sorry, the emotions are too real]

Casey: [resting his head on her stomach as if she meant he has to rest rn immediately obvs ‘to beat your mummy again’ whispered to baby Jac as a *]

Janis: [smiling down at you ‘don’t be telling lies, she already loves you without’]

Casey: [‘and you do, when I win’ like thank god cos I ALWAYS do lol lol]

Janis: [shaking our head like oh yeah? 😏 ‘I might miss being pinned by you’ like just a smidge]

Casey: [when he forgets himself and tries to do it because so used to doing whatever she wants, but then it’s a big yikes and even bigger ouch moment with how he moved, soz sir but that’s your reality rn]

Janis: [‘come on’ like that’s enough, put my foot down ‘comfier on the bed’ as we’re leading him that way, picking up supplies on the way so we can compress these injuries again]

Casey: [gotta let her boy, even if you can’t resist a ‘fuck’s sake’ for how frustrating these injuries are]

Janis: [just making the I know noise because we do, no getting around how annoying it is to not be on top form ‘[his fave takeaway vibe] will soften the blow’ because we have to go get ice so may as well]

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The starry expanse overheard revealed the vast nebulas of the astral plane above in such a way that even a cynic would have to believe in a world beyond mortal ken. It was a diminishing sight with the increasing factories and smog of the cities, but one that Cedric must have seen a hundred times. He'd probably seen it ten thousand more if he took every trance and every past life into consideration. However, he loved this one memory because as dusk faded to night, it was this perfect moment when Lenore had only seen the sky this wild and free once. Someday, she would have seen it just like this a hundred times, all at Cedric's side, but tonight she smiled in a way that rivaled the brightest of stars. Cedric basked in her smile and he basked in this trance. Thank all the good gods that after the horrors of today, he would be blessed with this trance of all trances.

"Oh, Cedric-!"

She whispered, clinging to his arm so that her nails only just nipped the flesh beneath his shirt. Whispering was, of course, an exertion for her. He'd learned that anything requiring large amounts of breath - both whispering and shouting and also singing and laughing and- She laughed anyway and after squeezing his arm, whirled away from him, arms outstretched. Her red hair shook free from its braid and untangled in the breeze.

"Have you ever seen anything so glorious?"

Moonlight bathed her in silver. Now, trancing on the moment, he knew it with the clearest regret: that had been the moment. He could have said that she was more glorious than all the stars and she would have been his. Instead, he said, "No, ma'am." and quoted some Elven poetry.

She looked back at him and said, "See? That's just one reason I keep you around, Cedric, darling."

He should have asked what the other reasons were. Instead, he said, "I'm glad you keep me around at all, ma'am." and then paused. He should have watched her face instead of fiddling with his bandana when he asked, "Are you thirsty, Miss Lenore?"

If he'd been watching he would have seen her eyes dim with something like sadness before lighting hungrily as she closed the gap between them. He had been so eager for her to touch him that he hadn't noticed the way her eagerness played out: disappointment first, sorrow, acceptance, ecstasy. He could see the emotions whirling like a cyclone across her features. The cattle mooed gently behind them as Lenore pushed him against the soft earth and one of her hands traced his chest, the other touched his ear down to his neck without an ounce of innocence, before spreading him out so she could appreciate his jugular.

"Parched," she murmured.

He can hear it now that it's a trance and not the moment, a memory with more objectivity than a moment ever had, that it had been a second moment offered to him as her lips nuzzled his skin, to make his true intentions known. He could have kissed her, grabbed her wrist, and placed tender ones where her pulse sometimes formed. Instead, he merely let her bite him, drink from him, and moan as she sucked. It was no decent way for a decent lady of good standing to sound, but she made the noises because of him, for him. For him. She'd wanted him to notice. With a chest pang that rattled his bones, Cedric not only understood how many chances in this one night alone he'd been given, but how many others his modesty refused to let him see or accept. And it wasn't that he was being gifted this memory of all his thousands upon thousands of memories to trance upon, it was that he was reminded tonight that there had been a time when Lenore had been dead set on chasing him. Tonight, he had chased her to the edge of Castle Ravenloft's sheer drop and she had asked him time and again, What good had it done?

In the end, who was to say if good had been done, but he'd gotten to hold her in his arms and maybe that was something. Maybe he hadn't missed every chance with her. Not yet. And maybe that was enough good for one night.

"Oh, Cedric-!"

"Have you ever seen anything so glorious?"

She looked back at him and said, "See? That's just one reason I keep you around, Cedric, darling."

"Parched," she murmured.

If Cedric could have gone back in time and throttles himself, he would have.

Once for every moment he’d been too stupid to admit how much he adored the women in front of him. The women sleeping now in the next room. He could feel her. See her. Dancing in the moonlight and tracing his ears like she knew exactly what she was doing to him and- sweet Seldraine, she had to know. She had to hear him whispering “I love you” in every “yes Ma’am” and turning to lightning at every touch. Perhaps she was just kind enough to ignore it if she no longer loved him. To allow him to keep loving her and cling to the dignity of pretending she didn’t notice.

Fuck. He’d been harder than a marble column with her face only inches away, she had to-

But Lenore Davenport deserved more than just to be wanted carnally. She deserved to know she was every bit a queen, someone’s heart’s desire more beautiful and vibrant and powerful than any empress could claim to be or Duchess of Davenport could be imagined as. She deserved for her to be loved for herself, for her incredibly strong heart and and her sense of justice and her willingness to protect the innocent and her courage and her kindness and-

He should have done that for her.

He should be bold enough to now.

And instead he just laid there, angry with himself.

He could throttle himself now- small, cold comfort.

Instead he hugged a pillow to his chest and sighed. What good had it done? He didn’t know. But at least he’s been there to comfort her when it all went to shit. At least he’s be there for her until they could get her home where she belonged and could shine with all the light of the Milky Way. At least she’d have someone who would love her and be there to back her up as long as he lived. Cold comfort, she didn’t have to love him. But he loved her and by all the good gods of elves or men perhaps that would have to be enough.

Cedric Coldstones would love her until the day he died, and that would have to be enough until she found someone who could truly deserve her.

#Cedric Coldstones #Lenore Davenport #dumb fucking elf

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i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

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