#so there will definitely be more of these silly drabbles lol

[amusingmusie]

Is Evie canon to the Yours Truly universe? I absolutely love her already, and I can only imagine the kind of hell she put poor Nel through growing up. Al would be so proud. Good on Nel for starting a law firm, too! That’s our queen!!!

But also the general heartbreak that Nel must have felt as every day Evie looked a little bit more like the man Nel thought she knew. Just looking at her daughter one day only to see someone completely different but so familiar staring back. :(

I’m also so curious how the realization that Nel was pregnant went down. Not well probably. Was it before or after Al died? How would Al have reacted if he was alive (He very clearly didn’t want kids). How on earth would he have behaved around a pregnant Nel?? Also not well probably.

And of course I can’t forget about the extended family. Where’s Grace, my beloved, in all of this??? The absolute agent of chaos that she is, she and Evie would cause so much havoc — I just know it. And I can’t tell if Marie would be ecstatic up in heaven or rolling around in her grave at the news lol. I’m assuming by this point in time she’d have passed away, but to know she just missed the big news — damn. Poor Grandma Marie. Nobody thought Al had it in him 😔

Sorry for the giant block of text lol. I adore Evie and she’s got my brain in overdrive rn. Your writing is amazing, and Yours Truly is genuinely such a wonderful read! Also don’t feel pressured to answer any of the questions if you don’t want to or if it’s spoiler territory — I just had to get all that off my chest :)

Stay safe out there and take care of yourself!!

No PLEASE send me asks about Evie I fucking love her and barely ever get to talk about her because I've kept her so private for so long!

Evie is "canon" to Yours Truly but not in the way you might think. She is never going to be born, she doesn't exist, but she will eventually have a small cameo in a later chapter. The rest is a mysteryyyyyyy for now. However, I love thinking about the au where she's alive since I LOVE family drama and angst.

The girl is a menace. She's a strange mix of Darla Dimple, Jessica Lovejoy, and Heather Chandler but also can be oddly endearing? There’s a strange innocence to her. Yes, she did stab that man but she hugs her momma extra tight when that haunted look comes over her face. There are a lot of layers to the silly gay girl that VERY few people will ever see let alone notice and process.

If Al was around for Nel actually being knocked up and aware of it, he'd be annoyingly overbearing. 100% he'd treat her like she's made of glass even though she's trying to bite his throat out for being so condescending. It would be a giant clusterfuck of Nel randomly crying cuz her hormones are raging and she’s too big to bend over and buckle her shoes, and then Alastor is staring at her like she’s insane because it’s Nel, crying. They’d make it work though. Well, in another universe at least, because in the drabble-I-posted-verse uuuhh….he wasn’t really around to know that he has a child kicking around on earth.

But heeeeey she and Grace are BFFS! They definitely gang up on Nel together while she smokes 28 packs of cigs with a thirst for blood in her eyes. Little shits of a feather flock together.

If Marie was around, she would SPOIL that child. Her only grandchild, and a little girl??? Whatever Evie desired Marie would deliver and you wouldn’t be able to tell that child no without her granny defending her. It’s probably for the best that they never met since Evie would be worse than she already is.

Thanks for asking more about her cuz I like to yap :D I can't really say too too much since I don't wanna accidentally spoil YT, but man do I adore this strange child of whimsy.

[crehador]

i VERY MUCH LOVE the nui!verse drabbles and i know its just a silly au thing but i was wondering if you have like any stories on how samatoki and ichiro met the nuis ?? the thought of the nuis already reconciling and getting their shit together long before samatoki and ichiro did and maybe even trying to be their matchmakers makes me giggle -🪱

oh busted ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ i have in all honesty thought very little about how the nuis came into being, how icsm got them, why they're sentient... i am just a huge fan of little fancomics where they're alive (especially ones where samatoki and ichiro run into each other during bachibachi era and get caught having the other's nui poking out of their shirt or pocket lol)

but now that i am thinking about it...

i think i like the idea of nui!verse being basically canon but the drb guys have like idol status, with loads of merch being made of them, so they have claw machines with nuis in them in their world too

samatoki walking past one of those machines one day just totally on a whim decides to give it a shot and totally isn't aiming for ichinui or anything nope not at all... and of course gets an ichinui (after like 100 tries) who for some reason comes to life in his presence (the MAGIC of TRUE LOVE or something like... samatoki gives it a little forehead kiss that brings it to life)

and meanwhile in ikebukuro ichiro has done the exact same thing but with a samanui

then they are just inseparable like ichinui goes everywhere with samatoki and samanui goes everywhere with ichiro, so inevitably the nuis meet (like icsm have brought them to block party or 2nd drb or something and the nuis are in their bags backstage but squirm out and run into each other and naturally fall in love at first sight)

so then of course operation PARENT TRAP begins and the nuis become the tiniest most adorable and most effective matchmakers ever (*￣▽￣)b

(but the idea of the nuis having lived their own lives in parallel to icsm is an adorable thought too, especially if they manage to reconcile long before actual icsm lmaooo)

[yoon-kooks]

pastries & promises | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: After hooking up with the hot nerdy boy in your coding class over the weekend, you’ll use any excuse to keep his hands on your body all week long.

⛓️word count: 3k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, mention of getting wasted at parties, one instance of slut-shaming, oc makes an ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol, no explicit smut in this drabble

⛓️p&p masterlist⛓️

a/n: this takes place a few days after p&p jjk & oc start talking to give us a glimpse of what their new dynamic is like in & out of class✨ btw despite what oc says about earl grey, i personally love it;;

After a weekend of sex, coding, kitten shenanigans, and more sex, you wake up to a beautiful boy with equally beautiful tattoos nagging you to “get the fuck up” for the “hundredth time” because “class starts in twenty minutes” and “attendance is worth 25% of your grade.” It somehow slipped your mind that it’s already Monday. Can he really blame you after fucking you silly several hours ago?

You tug at the collar of his hoodie and pull him on top of you. Still very much naked beneath the sheets, you suggest, “Or we can just skip class and extend our weekend? I’m sure we can find something fun to do.”

“Nice try, but no.” Jungkook offers you a hand and pulls you into an upright sitting position. The sheets slide down your chest, and you catch the boy staring a little too long.

“And you expect me to walk into class without a bra?” It’s not your fault you rushed over to his place last night in nothing but a baby tee and leggings. Why bother throwing on a bra when you know it’s gonna be torn off your body the second you step into his room?

“I mean, I’m not against it.” His eyes are still locked onto your chest. At least he’s a guy who appreciates art when he sees it. When he’s finally done, he digs through his closet and throws one of his grey hoodies into your arms. “But this will keep you warmer.”

You sniff the hoodie. It’s clean but still has the very scent you’ve familiarized yourself with a lot this weekend—blossoms and bergamot. It smells delicious.

With a sigh, you hop out of the bed and collect your pieces of clothing from every corner of the room. Your thong somehow wound up slung over his computer screen, but better there than on the floor.

Once you’re dressed in your day-old clothes, you slip into the boy’s hoodie and drown in his scent. The warmth that engulfs you makes you want to adopt his comfy casual style. At least on school days. Maybe you wouldn’t dread going to class so much if you could just sit there and be all cozy like that.

You’d still prefer to stay home and fuck him, though.

“You know what, I’m not feeling very well all of a sudden,” you lie. “Maybe you should stay home too so we don’t spread any germs to our beloved classmates.”

“Maybe you should just go to class like a good girl, and maybe you’ll be rewarded afterward,” he throws back at you. The way you perk up is almost embarrassing. But you’ve definitely got a thing for being praised and rewarded for good behavior. Especially if the prize is something pleasurable. So yeah, you suppose you’ll endure class for a few hours so that you can have some more fun later on.

“Fine.” You wrap your pinky around his to solidify the deal. He gives you a look but doesn’t pull his finger away. “But just know that you’re a nerd for never skipping class.”

“And how do you know I never skip class?” He raises his brow with intrigue.

“We’ve been in at least three or four other comp sci classes together, and I’ve never seen you miss a day.”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping tabs on me all this time?” He’s totally calling you out. But he isn’t wrong. As quiet as Jungkook is in class, it’s hard not to notice someone who’s so incredibly smart. Doesn’t hurt that you’ve always thought he was kinda cute too.

“I guess you could say that,” you admit. What you won’t admit, however, is the fact that you’d wanted to talk to him back then but didn’t know how to initiate a conversation. You might be considered popular, but you sure as hell don’t know how to talk to people unless they strike up the conversation first. And Jeon Jungkook clearly didn’t have any intentions of being the initiator.

Thank god for that partner project that started it all.

Just before the two of you can get out the door, a tiny mew stops you in your tracks. The kitten looks up at Jungkook and cries again.

“You have to stay home, little one,” he says, holding a hand up for her to sit and stay. Like the naughty demon child she is, she ignores everything he says and climbs up his leg and into his arms. You can hear her purring as soon as she rests her chin on her dad’s shoulder like an actual baby. It’s so tempting to take a million pictures of the glorious cat dad moment and set one as your phone wallpaper, but you’d definitely run out of storage. Good to know you have some form of restraint when it comes to your infatuation.

After ten heartwarming seconds, he sets the kitten down in her pink bed and gives her a new tiger toy that was special ordered from some fancy cat shop on the other side of the country. 

“Stay,” he tells her again before rising out of his squat. When she does as she’s told, he adds, “Good kitten.”

Oh, how you wish he was saying that to you right now.

“Your daddy really spoils you, you know that?” you giggle, waving bye to the kitty. A second later, you’re overcome by the urge to latch around Jungkook’s arm as you both head to his car. “When are you going to spoil me like that?”

He doesn’t give you a specific answer, but you’ll gladly accept the way he shrugs with the faintest hint of a smile. The two of you haven’t been talking all that long, and yet, he seems to be tolerating your antics well. At the very least, he must like you a tiny bit.

On the car ride over, you feel like you’re forgetting something. And then the boy’s stomach rumbles. Neither of you has eaten anything since the impromptu fast food run last night.

“Ooh, we should stop by the cute little bakery near campus before class,” you suggest, totally not trying to avoid class for the thousandth time today. “I heard they have really good muffins.”

“We’re gonna be late if we make any detours.” He catches a glimpse of your pout as he makes a right turn. “We can go after.”

Your pout quickly becomes a smile because he keeps sweetening the deal. You’re very much looking forward to the promised pastries and sex after class along with anything else he might throw in.

When you get to class, the usual gal crowd is hanging around your desk. Except someone else is there sitting in your seat. It’s Big Tim. Great. You love confrontation first thing in the morning.

Before approaching the seat thief, you watch him throw a cocky ass smile at Jungkook who straight up ignores it as he takes his seat next door. You would’ve appreciated a little help, but there’s nothing from Big Tim you can’t handle. Besides, the two of you agreed to keep the whole hookup thing lowkey and out of the mouths of your gossiping classmates. Otherwise Jungkook would probably end up hearing a wacky rumor-fied version of it from his tattoo artist.

“Hi?” you say to the guy in your seat. You’ll play nice for now.

“Oh hi Y/N, we were just talking about you.” Big Tim gives you a much kinder smile than the one he threw at Jungkook—a byproduct of being popular, you suppose.

“About what?” You’re genuinely confused.

“There’s a party at my place this weekend, and I’m hoping you’ll be there.” This is the first time he’s personally invited you anywhere. Is it a coincidence that he’s doing it in front of an audience?

“Thanks for the invite, but I’m all partied out for a while,” you respond as honestly and gracefully as possible. You have no interest in hanging out with Big Tim, but parties aren’t completely off the table forever. It might be fun to bring Jungkook to one eventually, even though he claims he’s uninterested in getting wasted with people he couldn’t care less about. “Can I have my seat back now?”

Big Tim laughs it off like you weren’t being serious. “Aww, don’t be like that. It’s just gonna be a small thing with you, me, and a few others. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

You and him? You almost gag. That doesn’t sound like fun at all. And what’s up with him dismissing your gentle rejection? If he didn’t want to be rejected in front of everyone, he shouldn’t have hyped it up in the first place. Now it just feels like he’s pressuring you into going along with it because he knows you’re too soft to make him look bad in front of others. Unfortunately for him, that’s not going to happen.

“I’m seeing someone—a single father, actually—and I’ve been helping him with his kid. So I don’t have time for your party.” The single father part is a bit of a stretch, but you kind of like the sound of it. He’s your local hot cat dilf after all.

The girls’ jaws all drop at the same time. Big Tim’s smile also drops a bit, but he continues to shrug it off. “Helping a dad with his kid? Anything for a good dicking, I guess.”

Okay, buddy. 

You tried to stay courteous about the whole situation, and this is what you get in return. He can say whatever he wants to make himself feel better about himself, but it’s also sad to see not a single one of the other girls step in and call him out on his bullshit. You’re sick of it.

“Are you done? Can you leave now?” You look Big Tim straight in the eyes, although you’re hoping the girls take a hint to leave as well.

They don’t. Because they’re too invested in how Big Tim will respond as he opens his big mouth once more.

“She said leave,” Jungkook snaps out of nowhere. If you had to guess, he was trying to catch up on sleep after that long night with you, and now he’s cranky and mad that Big Tim can’t just shut up and take the L.

Big Tim and the girls collectively turn their heads toward the grumpy boy who cuts the conversation off with a death glare to each and every one of them. As expected, Jungkook is the only person who’d ever take your side on anything. And that’s why he’s the only one who matters to you these days.

At long last, the crowd disperses and everyone goes back to their seats. Just in time for class to begin.

As soon as class ends, you stretch your arms out, slip past all the girls who want the deets on this mysterious dilf you’re seeing, and meet back up with said dilf outside the building.

“Bakery time?” You’re smiling awfully bright despite the shitshow that went down before class. But that’s the effect Jeon Jungkook seems to have on you. You’ll take a bad day every once in a while if he’s there to make it a little better.

“Don’t bakeries usually close early?” he asks in a calm voice as if that isn’t the most devastating thing someone has said to you all day. You hadn’t thought about that.

In a panic, you pull out your phone to check the time and google the bakery’s business hours. Before you can get your answer, the boy chuckles, “It’s open. I already checked. You’re just fun to fuck with.”

You’d fight him for messing with you like that, but you’re too distracted by that chuckle. It’s a rare occurrence that you’ll treasure forever. Who knew he had such a charming laugh? And how lucky are you to be the one to hear it?

“By the way, thanks for earlier,” you say as you hop into his car. “I was about to throw hands at Tim.”

“I thought his name was Jim.” The boy looks so confused. You love it. “But yeah, you should’ve thrown hands for all that shit he said.”

“He wasn’t wrong about the good dicking though,” you hum. You can’t even remember the last time sex was this good. 

“Definitely not wrong about that,” Jungkook agrees with a big fat smirk on his face.

When the two of you arrive at the bakery, you’re delighted to see that they haven’t sold out of the famous poppy seed muffins you’ve been eyeing on Yelp. You try to get Jungkook on board with the muffin agenda, but he opts for a buttery croissant—another solid pick. You’ll definitely be stealing a bite out of that flaky pastry of his.

“Which drink are you getting?” you ask, eyeing the drink menu like it’s a map of Disneyland. Everything looks so fucking good that you don’t know where to start.

“A London fog.” You have no idea what that is, but it sounds boring. “It’s earl grey,” he clarifies upon seeing the ignorance in your eyes.

“Isn’t that what old people drink?” you snicker. “You’re a nerd and a senior citizen?”

“Well what are you getting? A hot chocolate, right? Because that’s what babies drink,” he teases back. Now that you think about it, he calls you Baby an awful lot in bed. If the two of you were dating, you wonder if you could get him to call you that all the time. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

You do end up getting the hot chocolate while Jungkook gets his elderly drink. As the barista is ringing the order up at the register, a cute sign catches your attention at the other end of the counter because there’s a cat on it. You wander over to it and pick up one of the baggies with fresh baked cat treats in it. What a coincidence.

“Hey Jungkook, look. Let’s get this for Lucy, too.” Excited by your last-minute find, you scurry back to the register where the boy is already slipping his wallet back into his butt pocket. Fine, if he wants to pay for your breakfast, then you’re paying for the kitty treats.

After you pay and secure all your food, the two of you return to Jungkook’s place. The first thing you do is seek out the kitten who’s busy taking a nap on the boy’s bed instead of in her own.

She blinks at you with heavy eyelids and twitches her nose toward the bag in your hand.

“Good morning, little cutie,” you grin. “I brought you some special treats.”

Her big ears immediately shoot up as she starts pawing at the bag. She’s so fucking cute you could cry.

“You have to ask your daddy if it’s okay to eat one now.” You continue to use your baby voice before turning to the daddy in question standing behind you.

“Just one.” The stern dad voice comes out. “And make sure you break it in half. She’s small, you know.”

“Yes, daddy.” By now, the word slips so naturally off your tongue. You meant for it to be sarcastic this time, but you’re also very aware of what it does to him and his body.

He watches quietly as you break the treat into bits and hold it in your palm for the kitten to gobble up. She meows, optimistic for more special treats, but you stick to the plan and give her more pets and cuddles instead.

“Your daddy is so mean, huh. He doesn’t want you eating any more yummy treats,” you blabber into the kitten’s ear. She makes a whiny sound in agreement.

“Hey, what are you two conspiring about over there?” Jungkook frowns.

“Oh nothing.” You’re about to shoo him away but notice his lock screen flashing on in his hand. It looks like a pic of you and the kitten conspiring together. “Wait, what’s that on your phone?”

“Oh nothing,” he mocks you before changing the subject. “Drink your hot chocolate already. It’s getting cold.”

You take a sip of it as you devour the muffin. Your drink is basically cold chocolate milk at this point, but at least it still tastes amazing. The muffin slaps too.

“Taste,” you say as you offer up your half-eaten muffin to the boy. He takes a bite like a good boyfriend would—except he’s not actually your boyfriend.

“It’s good,” he shrugs as he goes back to the flaky pastry. “The croissant’s better though.”

“Let me taste.” You grab hold of the boy’s chin and taste the butter on his lips. He kisses back with long, tender motions that leave you wanting far more than just a casual makeout session. There’s no doubt in your mind that he tastes better than both the muffin and croissant combined. You pull back for just a second to say, “Hey, wasn’t I promised sex after class?”

“Do the homework first. It’s easy.” Of course Jeon Jungkook has his priorities straight, and of course you listen because you’re craving more of his praise. At least he’s a good influence on you. “And I never said sex specifically, by the way. Is that what you were thinking about in that dirty little head of yours?”

He’s 100% right. Your horny mind just believes whatever it wants to believe. Right now, it's telling you the boy wants it just as much as you do. He’s just better at hiding it.

“It was heavily implied though,” you huff as you take your laptop out and start on a boring coding exercise on his bed. “The sex better be really good!” And that’s a threat.

“When has it not been?” Jungkook shoots you an arrogant look. Good point. And apparently he’s already finished with the assignment because he shuts his computer off and turns his attention to your screen. He sits his ass right behind you, slips his hands up into the hoodie you’re wearing, and whispers into your ear, “Now hurry up and finish. I’m waiting.”

[cheollipop]

hello nora babes, choy here, arriving to the sleepover with a hard thought she came up with on one unrelated, silly, innocent day... care to indulge her a bit? xoxo

picture this! (that's an order lol)

y/n is long-distance friends with dom!wooyoung...

woo: rub one out for the team❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 y/n: i'll keep you in my thoughts ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 woo: think of me when you cum too y/n: DJSHXJD

... and like usual, they're just rambling themselves mindlessly into slumber, letting their fingers type what they think on the spot, when reader drops an nsfw-link on him very randomly, just as a joke,

woo: so you had your fingers on you while you sent me that link, y/n? woo: how naughty of you… y/n: … y/n: in me

until it becomes very clear that both of them aren't just holding their phones anymore.

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

choy you MENACE- short circuited reading this eriejdbrk it took me a hot minute to figure out how I wanted to structure this drabble but,, I think I quite like how it turned out (posting before I can have second thoughts ><) but um. yeah. ahem. happy reading~ :3

pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.08k

tags: smut, phone sex (sexting), masturbation (f), lots of dirty talk, mentions of somnophilia + creampie kink

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

what a good girl you are,

giving youngie such a good fucking show

[4:24 AM]

And you were. Your panties hung off your ankle, pants long since thrown off in a direction you couldn’t recall, your legs spread wide open with two fingers stretching you open. The sliver of moonlight shining through the parted blinds reflected onto the sweat beading over your forehead, while that coating your thighs remained concealed by the shadow cast by your duvet. Breathy moans blew out of you, your eyes squeezing shut before reopening to check your screen for new messages.

You didn’t plan for this to happen, for an innocent friendship riddled with flirtatious banter—that you thought was entirely ‘just for fun’—progressing to this: touching yourself to Wooyoung’s words, the both of you naturally slipping into a role you’d wordlessly assigned to each other. Part of you wondered if he was doing the same, yearned to witness the pretty flush of his skin as he pumped his cock to your needy replies, but the pleasure you were feeling, encouraged by his lust-driven words, made you all too delirious to ask.

who knew my precious y/n would turn out to be a cumslut?

not only does she want so much cum filling her hole up that it leaks out of her

but my baby wants to come and come again, until she’s too sensitive to touch~

[4:26 AM]

Your pussy gushed hot arousal, sensing it push past your fingers and down to sink into your sheets. Clenching tightly at his words, your mind wandered and painted images of how Wooyoung’s cock would split you open to stuff you full of his thick cum, how veiny hands would find their way between your legs to play with your clit, mercilessly gliding over the sensitive nub until your body spasmed and shivered in his firm hold.

Spreading your thighs further, the duvet sliding down your body and allowing the cool air to infiltrate its interior, you curled your fingers into your g-spot and drowned out the sound of your squelching pussy as you desperately chased your high.

youngie will definitely touch baby when she finally falls asleep

and he’s gonna cum so many times

so so many fucking times on his baby’s body

[4:27 AM]

You shuddered at the thought. Your skin tingling, imagining Wooyoung ravishing you in your sleep, warm hands caressing your skin while you slumbered, dipping between your folds to feel how wet he’d made you earlier, drawing small circles over your sensitive clit and watching your muscles jerk unconsciously. He’d trace the hole he’d stretched out less than an hour ago, a trail of his cooling cum still seeping out, and he’d opt to plug you back up with his cock, making sure you held on to his seed for more hours to come.

You wanted to wake up in the early morning to the blackbirds’ harmonies, the warmth so eminent in your lower belly making you drowsy again, but Wooyoung would awake to the gentle squeeze of your walls around him, and fuck you back to sleep with a fresh pool of cum in your womb.

want to use you like the fuckdoll you are

because you're such a good fucking girl

the perfect, sluttiest baby, youngie could never get enough of you baby

[4:28 AM]

You huffed in annoyance as your orgasm remained out of reach, your thighs shaking as you flipped onto your stomach, laying your phone down on your pillow so you could read the incoming messages while your fingers continued to pump into your pussy, a stream of watery slick now dripping down your forearm. Your vision blurred as hot shots of pleasure seared through your body with every forceful prod into your g-spot, violent trembles overtaking your limbs as you fucked yourself to completion, all while Wooyoung’s words staring back at you through the bright screen.

You wished he could see you spread out for him like this, cunt up in the air and leaking as you thought about his cock ruining it, squeezing around his throbbing length so tight he’d never want to pull out. You wanted him to find himself unable to hold back from fucking you dumb every chance he got, for his every thought to be occupied by your cunt, your taste, your sweet sounds. You wanted his mouth on you, nose nuzzling into your clit while his tongue danced around your hole, slurping up everything you gave him before pushing his fingers past your entrance and forcing you to give him more.

Fuckdoll. You wanted to be Wooyoung’s fuckdoll. For him to use you like a toy, hammering his cock into you until every last drop of his cum had been milked out and swallowed by your greedy cunt.

youngie wants to make his baby cry

wants to make her cry out in pleasure

want y/n to shake from cumming so hard

[4:30 AM]

With the images now engraved into your mind, you reached your other hand down to touch your clit, your eyes rolling back and your spine arching painfully at the first contact. Black dots danced in your unfocused vision, the chat bubbles mushing together into one blob of light, and your sore muscles contracting when your orgasm finally rushed through you. Fingers chasing your retreating hips, your walls clenched sporadically while you attempted to elongate the pleasure, your body tense and nerves on overdrive during your descent down the steep hill of your high.

You could see more messages come in, but your eyelids drooped in exhaustion, and your fingers moved languidly to squeeze out the last of your energy, tingles of pleasure numbing your curled toes.

Flopping down onto the bed, you felt your cum drying on the inside of your thighs, a pool of it drying on the sheets under you. You rubbed damp, pruney fingers into your sore hips, reaching out to grab your phone with a shaky hand. Blinking slowly, the breath you’d just managed to even out quickened once more, heart hammering against your ribcage, and you eyed the call button for longer than you’d like to admit. It was a simple message, and despite this being the first time you’d done this with him, Wooyoung seemingly knew exactly how your body operated. He knew what you wanted to hear, what made you clench around your fingers, what made you leak and arch your back, and most importantly, what made you come.

is my baby cumming?

[4:33 AM]

[obsessive-valentine]

Are your request open? Can I request a sequel to Barbarian?

I know he's kind and everything but I don't think I could give in to him 100%, like yes, probably return the kindness but never love him. Reader feels a lot of guilt about the attack and I think that after the event and realizing that they didn't have much to do in the situation, they just felt numb about everything, living on autopilot except when they are with their dog.

This is just my interpretation and basically a self insertion sorry haha.

I would love to know about their daily lives! Does the barbarian take reader to war with him? (If you delve deeper into my idea) Would he realize that reader doesn't talk to him much? Would he be jealous of the dog?

Requests are always open, I love to hear about people’s thoughts on my silly little characters lol.

I did focus more on the barbarians perspective on the relationship rather the actual complexity of the whole thing and psychological depth of it all, it was a rather shallow Drabble but I’d love to expand more on his character. I’ll see if I come up with any domestic short stories for him in the coming weeks, love that idea thanks :)

Yandere!Barbarian X GN!Reader Headcanons

The barbarian himself isn’t a good person, morally or in any other way, and he knows that. He understands what he’s done to you -pulled you away from everything you’ve ever known or loved leaving it all in tatters- he understands he’s killed innocent and guilty all the same and will continue to do so for the clan to thrive. And he doesn’t feel bad about any of it.

He definitely tries to sympathise with how his greed effects you, but, he doesn’t regret his actions but does understand to an extent how hard this is for you. This is why he tries to over compensate by gift giving and finding it within himself to be gentle and patient, so as not to damage you further (despite that being the polar opposite of how he was raised).

He’s not super emotionally intelligent so doesn’t really know what to do aside from the above. Anyone with common sense will learn fast that they can’t fight him off so it’s very possible to become numb and retreat into the mind. If you wont retreat into his arms he will try make it so you feel comfort in his tent that way you’re not always on autopilot but enjoying a craft or something in your quiet tent if even just for a hour.

Honestly though he doesn’t really mind if you’re on autopilot but does expect you to tolerate him, so if you are adamant on distance or fighting him you might trigger his temper. Like pulling and tugging you around, making you sleep in the same bed no exceptions, raising his voice to remind you who you’re trying to challenge etc.

A very tearful darling is a whole other situation, he cant stand seeing you cry, he’d be sobbing, crying, throwing up on the inside while trying to maintain a poker face and think up a solution.

Onto a lighter topic, the barbarians do move camp every few weeks and that includes reader (dont worry he never makes you walk) they don’t have a permanent home just their tents though our barbarian does intend to settle down at some point once the fighting becomes to much hassle for his ageing bones. But never once does he imagine bringing you into one of his raids, rebellions or battles.

He leaves you at camp with the members that aren’t participating that particular day (like the few women, elders or barbarians that just didn’t go-nobody’s forced to fight every battle, just to pull their weight). And of course your beloved wolf dog who he doesn’t regret, he doesn’t get jealous easily especially of the dog he got you for the soul purpose of cheering you up, if he can’t cheer you up at least the dog can and that’s a win in his books.

He’s really not high maintenance, as long as at the end of the day he load up your plate with his finest hunt and sit near you while you both eat, watching whatever fight breaks out in the clan from a safe distance before he has to eventually step in. There’s not much entertainment in the middle of the woods during the evening so you both take what you can get even if it’s drunken fight.

Maybe he takes you and the dog out for walks or fetch if it gets really boring at camp. Will bring you the best stick he finds for you to play fetch with the dog, he sees how much the dog means to you so he treats it with utmost respect. He’ll let you have control over this one little thing in your life for your own sakes.

Therefore while he would prefer you to love him truly, he doesn’t expect it (mostly because half the time he can’t tell the difference between your compliance and you showing affection), doesn’t stop him from trying though. He’s a saint compared to the barbarians before him... only for you though.

[dead-dove-yandere]

To be honest I already miss Smiley in a totally very normal amount. I recently got into the silly little goober and honestly kind of want a drabble about them if that's alright with you. Maybe about darling who got close to a fellow co-worker and seems to have a small crush on them, only for darling to receive a long ass note about why darling shouldn't hang out with them, followed by that co-worker to go missing shortly afterwards.

— 👾

Of course!! Smiley is huge silly billy lol - one thing known about them for sure is that they’re a huge overthinker based on all the notes and assumptions they make so absurd no coworker is making it out alive if they get too close lmao.

I tried to keep the love rival coworker gender neutral/ambiguous jic. :]

TW: Stalking, Obsession, Murder, Taunts

Office jobs are lonely, and even more so when you have a stalker, so gaining an unexpected ally was a godsend in your eyes. It started purely by fluke - you both accidentally grabbed each other’s lunches from the fridge since you used the same brand of sandwich bags and ended up meeting in the breakroom to swap them, followed by some small talk to break the embarrassing tension. That’s how you met Sam, and gained a new friend. It did cross your mind that perhaps Sam could have been your stalker, but there wasn’t a surefire way to know whether or not that was just paranoia. It wasn’t until by chance you learned that Sam only used blue pens that you let your guard down, at which point you confided in Sam.

Sitting together, alone in the breakroom one lunchtime, you show them the notes that have been left on your desk, asking if they recognised the handwriting. Sam’s mouth hung agape as they read the post it notes, unable to believe that this had been going on.

“No, I don’t recognise it. Have you been to HR about this?”

“I tried,” you tell Sam, “but they claim they can’t do anything.”

“That’s such bullcrap! Don’t they realise you could be in danger here?” Sam pauses for a moment, before speaking again. “Tomorrow’s Friday again. My family has a holiday home, maybe you can crash there until it’s safer.” You don’t waste any time agreeing, feeling as though a weight has been lifted from you. You both spend the rest of the day planning the escape as you pretend to work, occasionally going to each other’s cubicles to let each other know that the holiday home is definitely empty right now or that you booked paid time off or other such important details. They people in the neighbouring cubicles raise their eyebrows as they notice you both sticking close to each other.

At the end of the day, just as you’re putting your coat on to leave, a coworker whose name escapes you walks past. Cheerfully, they call to you, not stopping even as they speak.

“Seems you and Sam have taken a shine to one another!” Their voice is cheerful, mocking. You go red from the embarrassment.

“It’s not like that,” you say sheepishly, but they’d already walked away. You didn’t have feelings for Sam - not at first at least. But now you were questioning yourself. Sam was kind, and selfless and extremely generous to have offered a place to stay, and they were fairly attractive in your opinion too. But you didn’t want to take advantage of their good deed. Besides, it was too early to tell if you really liked them; but you’d have plenty of time to get your head straight and figure it out. There was no rush.

Friday morning arrives and you’re excited for your trip, but the moment you walk into the office, something seems off. You walk to your cubicle and see your coworkers all in small huddles, or quietly sitting at their desks but not working. A few are even crying. You make a detour, going to Sam’s cubicle to ask what was going on, only to find they weren’t at their desk.

“Ah, you were a friend of Sam’s, weren’t you?” A coworker asks tenderly as they come up behind you. You freeze, your blood running cold.

“What’s happening?” You ask, but you already know.

“They found Sam in a gutter. They aren’t sure yet how they ended up there but… well, it doesn’t look good.”

You can barely comprehend the news, and you end up in a daze as you leave, going back to your own cubicle. Tears cloud your vision and you sob the moment you reach your desk. Through the grief, it takes a while to notice the note on your desk. You grimace and snatch it up, crumpling it in your fist as you read it.

“Is this why you’re never home? Too busy enthralled by some office floozy? It’s alright, Darling. I forgive you. That homewrecker isn’t ever going to get in our way again. ╹◡╹”

Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post

[romantichomicide95]

Levi x Reader

Based around Drabble prompt “you’re so dumb sometimes” except longer than a Drabble lol. I really wanted to do that one.

Only warning is I allude to mental illness with reader but not heavy at all and it definitely doesn’t need to be taken as mental illness either.

It had been a little over a week since you and Levi had gotten any quality time together. In your line of work it was already something that was hard to come by. But you guys always made do. Whether it was by helping him with paperwork, eating meals alone together in his office, or the countless sleepovers you had in each others rooms. Somehow, given your busy lives, you managed to spend time together.

However, none of that happened this week. There was no sleepovers and no meals. You pretty much only saw him during training, and you barely got to talk to him. He’d give you a quick kiss afterwards and that was it. He didn’t invite you to his office during mealtime, he didn’t ask if you wanted to stay the night, it was as if he didn’t want to spend anytime with you at all. At first you thought you were overthinking, maybe he didn’t think he had to ask anymore? But things seemed off, and you wanted to get to the bottom of it.

That’s why, after eating dinner with Hange and the others in the dining hall, you marched yourself to his office and were lingering outside his door. Something was stopping you from knocking, all the negative thoughts inside your head. Maybe he wanted to break things off? Maybe he was sick of you? Maybe he didn’t love you anymore?

After what seemed like eternity you took a deep breathe and knocked. A fraction of a second later the door swung open.

“Hey.” he said, before stepping aside to let you inside.

“Hi.” your voice was low, almost sad. You couldn’t help it, not with all the thoughts puttering away inside. “Sorry, I know you’re busy. I-I just wanted to talk.”

“It’s fine. Just paperwork. Did you eat?”

It was like him to ask silly questions like that. Always looking out for your well-being. Always making sure you were taking care of yourself in areas he couldn’t take care of you.

“Yeah….” You take a seat on his sofa and he settles in next to you, crossing one leg over the other. His usual stoic look on his face. You hated that you could never tell what he was thinking, he never gave any indication. Even after all this time.

“So what did you want to talk about?” he says, his eyes focused so intently on you. Gazing into them made you forget everything, they always did, even if only for a moment.

“Yeah. So…Well. I don’t know how to say this so I’ll just spit it out. Are you like wanting space…from me?” you were looking down, you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. It would hurt your heart more to see his face if he said yes.

“What do you mean Y/N?” Was that concern you heard in his tone? You couldn’t be sure.

“I mean, well we haven’t really seen each other all week Levi. I know you’re busy. We’re both busy. But usually we find time and like you haven’t asked me to stay the night, or eat with you or any of the usual stuff. So I just thought, I don’t know, maybe you were sick of me or didn’t want to spend time with me or I don’t know maybe you were tired of me.” Your hands were shaking, you wondered for a second if he’d noticed.

“Tsk. You’re so dumb sometimes.” he scoffs, scooting a bit closer to you. “Of course I wanna spend time with you dumbass.”

“Okay Levi but you haven’t you in over a week. Is there a reason why?” Your voice wasn’t low anymore. To be honest you were a little mad. You certainly didn’t think you were dumb for coming to the conclusion you did.

“No.” he pauses for a moment which causes you to finally look up at him, which was a mistake because looking at him washed any irritation you had away. He was just so perfect, every crease in eyes, every little scar, the way his hair parted so perfectly and hung down into his eyes, you could never actually be mad at him.

“I didn’t think I really had to ask those things.” He continued. “For you to stay the night or eat with me or whatever. It’s kind of our routine. That said, I assumed you just wanted to spend more time with your friends since we are always together in our free time. That’s why I hadn’t asked.”

“Oh. Okay. I’m sorry I guess I was…”

“You were overthinking again?” he cuts you off, you almost thought you caught a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yes. I can’t help it Levi you know that.”

“I do know. Come here idiot.” He pulls you in closer. “I am not going to get tired of you. Get it through your thick dumb head.”

You smile before leaning in and kissing him. “Okay. I’m sorry I overthink so much. I love you Levi and honestly you’re too good for me, so I just constantly am scared of you leaving.”

“I am too good for you.” he says with a small chuckle. You pout and lightly smack his arm. “I’m kidding…I love you to. You’re stuck with me brat. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” you bury your face in his shoulder. Breathing in the scent of him, reveling in his warmth. You missed it, deeply missed it.

“I promise.” He says wrapping you in his muscular arms. You think you could stay like this forever. Right here, in his arms. But it only lasts a moment before he lets go and pulls you into a kiss. A deep intoxicating kiss. Another thing you wish could last forever.

“I really missed you Levi. This week was terrible without any time with you.”

“Well, I missed you too for what it’s worth. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were upset. You can stay and help me with paperwork. Than we can go back to my room.” He says before getting up and returning to the stack of papers on his desk.

“And cuddle?” You ask, almost teasingly.

“We can do more than cuddle Y/L/N.” He says, just as teasing.

“If your lucky.” You say grabbing a stack and a pen and settling in on his sofa.

This was all you needed, you thought.

[c0la-queen]

Hi um..can i please request some matt from eddsworld x reader whenever you feel like it

Im just heavily love that silly man and i rarely see matt x reader anywhere and it makes me sorta upsetti spaghetti lol-

You dont have to do this you can delete this if you want ^^' i just thought i could at least ask this for like. Idk a early birthday present thingy for myself

Better Than Cake | Matt x Reader

I am absolutely ECSTATIC to write this for you, love! Consider it MY early birthday present to you! I definitely agree that Matt is under represented in the Eddsworld x Reader realm, so please don't hesitate to request him from me anytime that you'd like! I don't bite, promise! I'm a little inexperienced with writing gender neutral readers, but I've read plenty, so hopefully I can do justice in this one! Enjoy, and Happy Birthday, Anon!

Warnings: Matt is a bimbo, love him to death, he is THE girl's girl (and also non-binary's girl ofc <3) this is just pure fluff, angst if you squint, body dysphoria if you squint, but its a very short moment and the drabble is overall happy and sweet

Words: Nearly 1.5k

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"Matt, what is all this about?"

You bit your tongue gently, trying to swallow back the giddy giggles as you looked over your bed. Sitting on the mattress were three boxes wrapped in Matt's favorite lavender wrapping paper. One was thin but long, one was average sized, and the third was smaller.

Matt leaned against the door frame of your room, trying his best - and failing - to hide the excited grin on his face.

"What does it look like, lovie?"

You turned and pouted at Matt. By now, you were well accustomed to his habit of gift-giving. That didn't stop you from feeling a tad guilty about it every time. And this just felt excessive.

"Matt, really, you didn't have to get me anything at all, let alone three things-"

He snorted, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Nonsense. Of course I'm going to get you birthday presents. Besides, those are only part of your presents."

You felt your face burn.

"What? What do you mean? There's more?"

Matt let himself laugh now, standing up straight.

"You'll see. Now I'll leave you to open them. Let me know if you have any trouble getting those on."

He was out of the room before you could question him, shutting the door behind him. You blinked in the silence of your room. 'Have trouble getting those on'? What could he possibly mean by that?

Your eyes drifted back to the boxes on your bed.

No…

He didn't…

…did he?

Trembling slightly from anticipation, you slowly opened the first box, the long one. Inside, amongst the gift tissue, was a silky fabric of your favorite color. Internally, a part of you grimaced. You didn't mean to be ungrateful, really. You loved Matt to death. But… part of you couldn't help but be disappointed that he had gotten you another dress. Still, you'd wear it to make him happy.

You paused when you lifted up the fabric out of the box. It wasn't a dress. It was… pants. Dress pants. Really nice dress pants. Huh?

You looked in the box again. There was more. You took it all out, and your breath caught in your throat. The dress pants came with a matching sweater vest and crème colored button down shirt. There was a lump in your chest that you fought to keep down.

There were still two more boxes, anyway. You couldn't imagine what else Matt could have gotten you.

Next, you opened the average sized box. A bottle of cologne. The glass was round, and you could see a purple tint in the glass. When you tested it out, you were met with a citrus-y scent. You couldn't stop the soft laugh that left you. It was the same cologne that Matt used. You had mentioned to him several times before that you loved how he smelled. He remembered.

The last box, the little one, completely took your breath away. Inside was a gold chain with a little round gold pendant engraved with an image of iris flowers, as well as a pair of matching gold earrings, the dangling chains ended with small purple butterflies.

It was all… beautiful. Your chest ached as you realized just how happy you were.

Part of you was tempted to run out the door, hunt down Matt, and kiss him until he couldn't breathe. But then his words echoed in your head. He wanted you to try the outfit on. And, well, you couldn't refuse, could you?

You must have been staring at yourself in the mirror for about 10 minutes, taking in how you looked in the outfit. Emotions sat heavy in your lungs, and you felt tears brimming in your eyes. For the first time in a long time, you felt… like yourself. You looked at your reflection and it was you. Really you.

A knock on your door broke you out of your trance.

"You alright in there, lovie? If you're having any trouble getting it on, I can-"

You didn't let Matt finish the thought.

You threw open the door, throwing your arms around his torso tightly. Matt gave a little 'oof' in surprise, but quickly wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"I'm guessing you like it, then?"

Matt must not have expected you to be crying, because when you pulled away and he saw your misty eyes, a panicked expression crossed his face. You gave him a bright, reassuring smile.

"I love it. All of it. So much. Thank you."

Content that your tears were of happiness, Matt's eyes swept down your body, inspecting the outfit he had gifted you. When his eyes met yours again, you saw nothing but pure affection in those baby blues. You fidgeted under that look, shyly looking down at the shoes that you had paired with the outfit.

Matt's finger hooked gently under your chin, tilting your head up until you were once again looking into his eyes. He smiled so sweetly.

"You look positively radiant, lovie."

You couldn't stop the giggle from escaping you now. Your entire body buzzed from how giddy you felt. Matt, still smiling, tapped your nose lightly.

"Are you ready to go?"

Go?

You focused more closely on Matt now. He was wearing black dress pants and a lilac button down shirt. You felt your eye twitch when you noticed that the top two buttons were undone, revealing a peek of the pale, freckled skin underneath. He was also holding a bouquet of blue-purple iris flowers.

Matt snickered at your confused look.

"I'm taking you out on a birthday dinner."

That explained the outfit, and his. But…

"What's with the iris flowers?"

Not only had he gotten you a bouquet of them, but the necklace he gifted you was also engraved with them.

"Iris flowers are a symbol of admiration. ..among other things, all good!! Sure, there are other flowers with romantic meanings, but I thought it would be cute to grab these, since they're purple, and purple is like… my thing…"

His confidence faltered slightly as he rambled, seemingly unsure. You waved your hands in the air between you.

"They're perfect, Matt. I think they're wonderful."

His chest puffed out in pride as you took the bouquet from them. He followed you down to the kitchen, waiting patiently as you somehow found a vase to put the flowers in. Minorly, you wondered if the vase was from Edd's ex girlfriend that you had heard about.

"What the hell are you two all dressed up for?"

Tom leaned against the kitchen doorway. He was poorly hiding a pack of cigarettes behind his back.

"We're going out tonight. Tell Edd that we'll be back after dinner. Also, don't let him catch you with those. You know how pissed he'll be."

Tom huffed at Matt's words, but didn't dispute it.

"I'll let him know where you are."

He glanced at you.

"You look great in that. Have fun, mate."

A warm feeling spread in your chest at the compliment.

Matt turned to you and extended an arm with a grin.

With a grin of your own, you took his arm.

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The restaurant that Matt had brought you to was nicer than you had expected. It wasn't anything that you could see celebrities or the upper class citizens dining at, but it was definitely very formal. You were given a table at the window, with a lovely view of the city skyline, watching the setting sun as you ate. Matt insisted on ordering a bottle of champagne, not listening to any of your half-hearted protests. It was sweet and bubbly, and every sip made your body feel warm. Matt made sure you didn't drink too much, though.

You were so busy enjoying the last bit of your food, looking out at the moon, to notice what Matt was doing. When he gave a quiet, displeased hum, you looked back over at him.

"What's wrong?"

Matt was focused on the little dessert menu that had been left on the table. His eyebrows were furrowed slightly.

"Of all the fancy sweets they've got, there's not a single cake option."

For possibly the hundredth time that night, you laughed softly. Your hand found his across the table, hands intertwining gently. He looked back up at you, love dancing in his eyes.

"That's alright, pretty boy. Tonight has been more than lovely enough to make up for that. You've made this the most perfect birthday I've ever had."

Matt set aside the dessert menu, taking your hand in both of his. He brought it up and pressed his lips to your knuckles in a tender kiss.

"Just you wait, lovie. I plan to make every birthday better than the last. Nothing but the best for my significant other."

If it was possible, you felt yourself falling even deeper in love with him.

"Let's go home, Matt."

[flightlessangelwings]

FlightlessAngelWings Top Fics of 2023!

So every year I do a top fics wrap where I link the fics with the most notes I’ve had the past year and give a little commentary on them. Thank you to everyone who read, supported, reblogged, commented or sent an ask or message this year! Im so floored that 4 of these broke 1k notes and the #1 fic is at almost 3k!!!! 😱😱😱

Dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics 💖

5. “I can’t believe this is real” kiss- Javier Peña x fem!reader

A drabble for my 4K follower celebration and this one was so cute! I really should write for Javier more cause especially writing him all protective is *chefs kiss*

4. Never Let You Go- Joel Miller x fem!reader

An argument that leads to smut and a sprinkle of protective Joel?! Right up my alley! I actually kinda forgot about this one but reading it over again reminded me of why I loved writing it in the first place.

3. Connected Together- Joel Miller x fem!reader

This is just cockwarming Joel… and that’s all we need lol! I love fics where reader takes care of Joel cause he’s always taking care of everyone around him!

2. Standing on your tip toes- Tasm!Peter Parker x gn!reader

Another one from my 4K followers celebration drabbles and this one was so much fun to write! Silly, fun, playful teasing Peter was just a lot of fun! And I really appreciated the comments that said how inclusive this was for tall people to read as well cause I love when people point out inclusivity!!

1. I Lied- Joel Miller x fem!reader

Oh I’m so happy this was so well received!! This fic is definitely one of my pride and joys!! The fwb to lovers premise, secretly catching feelings, some drama, protective Joel, a badass reader… this fic is very me and I am incredibly proud of it!!! This was posted at the beginning of the year so if you missed this one I highly recommend it!!

Bonus!!

I also wanted to highlight a couple fics from this past year that didn’t get as much love as I’d hoped but I still hold near and dear!

Dive Bar Rockstar- Tommy Miller x fem!reader

This one was sooo fun to write!!! I still have plans to expand this into a mini series and maybe some drabbles too cause I just loved writing their dynamic and getting inspo from Gabriel Luna’s instagram!!

Coming Back to You- biker!Axe Woves x fem!reader

This one is perhaps one of my favorite from my year of protectiveness! And Axe is a delight to write cause he’s suave but cheeky and flirty but still competent and protective! Plus I got to meet the actor at nycc this year and I can vouch that he is even more handsome in person and very kind!!

[good-beanswrites]

haii bean !!! I wanted to bully kotoko request some funnies and sillies :) could you please write a drabble with amane and yuno (and anyone else) annoying kotoko . i feel like amane and yuno would go :3 and kotoko would go >:T… ofc feel free to ignore/dlt this :3

LOL of course! I'm sad I've become the Milgram Bully but I'm glad to give the boys a little break 😂 Thank you so much for the request, it was really fun getting back into the swing of writing with this! (also wooooo it's getting me so hyped for Deep Cover!!) Out of everyone, those two could definitely get away with :3-ing Kotoko to no end...

“Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-sev--”

“Hey, Kotoko?”

“Thirty-se, er, thirty-eight...”

“Kotoko?”

“Thirty- uh…”

“Hey, hey, Kotoko?”

She rolled onto her back, having lost count of her pushups. “Yuno.” Her voice was even between heavy breaths. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Actually, I can see you need a break, and I’m happy to provide one!”

With a grunt, Kotoko sat up to face her. Yuno smiled down, her eyes sparkling with... something. Amane stood nearby, looking just as suspiciously sweet.

“What do you two need…?”

“We’re here to join you,” Amane said. “We wish to work out.”

“Oh? You’ve never been interested in exercise before.”

“Well, you yourself have motivated us to get stronger.”

“I’m pretty sure you just got bored…”

“Of course not! We’re committed!”

Kotoko studied them with a harsh look. They smiled innocently back. She narrowed her eyes. They widened theirs in anticipation. She leaned back. They leaned forward.

Yuno clasped her hands together. “Come ooon~ It’ll be fun having workout buddies! I’m a very hard worker, and you’ve seen how well-behaved Amane is. How bad could it be?”

Very, apparently.

She started with some stretches to get them warmed up. It was impossible to get them to focus, or hit the right positions, or stop giggling. Kotoko tried to tell them about breath control, but they seemed more excited to chatter on about everything under the sun. 

“I’ve always thought of stretching like this and being a famous dancer,” Yuno said. “Like a ballerina…” She did a little set of twirls. Kotoko tried to tell her not to do anything to crazy before they’d warmed up, but she just kept on spinning.

Amane’s eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to be in a marching band. They’re like dancers, a little bit!”

“Ooh, you’re right! I could never be so uniform, though, I want to do my own thing… like an idol or something!” Yuno did another set of moves. No one was following Kotoko’s perfectly timed toe touches anymore. 

“I guess we can get started…”

There was just as much dancing when they began jumping jacks, despite the fact that there were only two very clear positions to hit. Yuno wanted to do sets that traveled around the room, then ones that turned rapidly around in a circle, then ones that turned really rapidly in a circle. She and Amane made themselves dizzy with it. 

Kotoko decided a good, grounded activity would serve them better. They took turns holding each others’ feet and counting situps. Yuno got distracted easily, delving into nonstop conversation whether she should have been counting, watching, or doing the situps herself. She’d use her hands to talk, letting go of whoever she was meant to stabilize. Amane, on the other hand was practically a drill sergeant the way she tried to keep the others on pace. 

“Eight! Nine! Ten!”

“Amane, I think you’re supposed to count when I sit up, not force me to keep up with you…”

“Well don’t be so slow about it, and you’ll stay in time. Let’s go! Eleven! Twelve!”

“Ack!”

Kotoko rubbed her temples. Maybe adding some equipment could keep them busy? 

Jumping rope brought new struggles. Yuno spend ten minutes trying to recall a schoolyard rhyme to jump rope to, and teach it to Amane. They both encouraged Kotoko to join in, but she was jumping at a faster rhythm. That became impossible as their chanting filled the room. Moreover, none of them could stay in their own space. There were about five rope tangles before Kotoko decided to call a break.

(She didn’t exactly know what they needed a break from, they’d hardly done anything.) The girls seemed happy to sit down and chat, though. Kotoko reluctantly passed her protein shake over as they asked to try it. “One sip…”

She covered her mouth, deep in contemplation. Maybe these exercises were too easy. It was too easy to get distracted out here in the common area. They’d be forced to buckle down and focus on something more taxing, right?

She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “After this we’ll head over to my cell, okay? I have a bar installed for pull-ups. It’s tricky, but you have to start somewhere.”

“Hmmmm…” Yuno tapped a finger to her chin. “I’m not sure about that. You know… I think you were right. I think we were just bored. Well!” She clapped her hands together. “I guess we’ll stop bothering you now. Bye!” 

Amane joined her for a curt bow. “Thank you for your time.” 

Kotoko blinked after them. “Er, but…!”

Just like that, they were gone.

She released a long breath. She picked up her shake. It was empty.

[ladytauria]

Somethin something, Jason being secretly obsessed with Dick's smell

(Dick smells good in canon, people even can reconize him by smell alone)

yessssss

hm, i just meant for this to be an elaboration, but i think it turned into a—not a drabble, maybe flash fiction? lol

it started when he was still robin—his crush on dick came on hard and fast, the first time dick smiled at him. or maybe it was that first hug; that’s definitely when the obsession with his smell started.

he left a jacket once. jason wore it for the entire week it took for dick to pick it back up. there was something just… so comforting about it. lucky for him, dick forgot his jackets a lot—or would otherwise leave his laundry at the manor. jason was pretty judicious about stealing them, making sure to pick stuff he didn’t think dick would miss, and returning them as soon as the scent was gone.

when he died he thought his silly, childhood crush would die with him.

unfortunately, he finds himself returning to old habits after he makes (tentative, somewhat strained) peace… dick’s tendency to do his laundry at the manor leads to jason once again stealing dick’s old shirts and jackets. they don’t fit him well, or at all, but that’s alright; he just wants the smell.

he knows it’s weird. he’d be embarrassed if anyone found out, especially that he doesn’t even do anything that terrible with it. just. maybe. puts it on his pillows, to snuggle with.

and, okay, yeah, maybe he’s gotten off with it a couple times. but like—mostly it’s been innocent, and that embarrasses him more than anything else.

he thought he got over this ridiculous crush years ago—but here he is, just as pathetic and pining as he was then.

[yutafrita]

can u do a oneshot or drabble ?? about midnight rain or any taylor swift song w jaemin/mark

Omg thank you for this! I've been hoping to get a song related request lol. I typically don't write for Mark and I am working on a Jaemin fic, so I took this as a challenge. It's not long, but I hope you like it! Thank you so so much :,)

I decided to go with Dress if that's okay- would definitely love to do this again!

Word Count: <900

You had been best friends with Mark since you were in diapers. Your family homes were right across the street from each other, and you went from playing in sandboxes together to going to high school and university together.

“How’s work been?” You asked your best friend one day after popping into his apartment. As adults, you lived right across the hall from each other and had a key to each others apartment.

“It’s been great! Our firm was actually invited to an Attorney’s Gala,” Mark chirped. “Do you wanna come with?”

“Of course. Who else did you drag with you to all those Barrister’s Balls?” You laughed.

You had also been in love with Mark since diapers. He was always handsome, sweet, and a little oblivious- well, a lot oblivious actually.

You had asked him to be your date for the elementary school Valentine’s Day dance. He was missing his two front teeth at the time, and he smiled in reply with, “of course silly! We’re best friends!”

You had asked him to be your date for your freshman year homecoming dance, and with his teeth returned he responded with, “of course silly! We’re best friends!”

The next three homecomings you and Mark started to date people, but for your senior prom you both were single. You had asked him again, to be your date, and he sung in reply, “of course silly! We’re best friends!”

You were at your job a few days before the attorney's gala, groaning about your love life to your friend in their office.

"Have you ever told him... directly... about your feelings?" Giselle asked as she handed you some forms of hers to sign.

"I thought I was clear... like... when we went to prom I wore the perfect outfit to show off my... assets... and all but threw myself at him."

"Well, maybe you should wear a dress that still shows off your stuff, but maybe directly tell him?"

You knew she was right, you weren't dumb. You knew you were avoiding being direct because of your outright fear of rejection, but, if he had never made a move before, maybe you should just take that as a sign of itself?

You were glaring at yourself in your living room mirror. You had thrifted a beautiful dress that you had given a bit of extra love and care to- a sage, bell sleeved floor length dress with a deep V neck cut and shimmering tulle that split into a flattering slit. You felt beautiful, and it fit you exactly how you wanted it to. Yet, you didn't feel your best.

Mark was going to the gala directly after work, so you met him in front of the hotel that evening.

His eyes were wide and whistled when he saw you, "wow, don't ditch me for some guy now!"

You forced a smile, entering the gala and meeting a few of his coworkers, all the while introducing yourself as his best friend. You had downed about three glasses of wine when Mark asked you to dance, and with a raised eyebrow you agreed.

"You really look great," he complimented, having to nearly shout the compliment into your ear over the blaring orchestral band.

"You look pretty great too," you complimented in return. The suit he wore was a deep green, and felt so soft against your skin as you clumsily twirled on the dance floor. Mark was always handsome, but this night in particular had his eyes set in a soft brown hue under the chandelier lighting that made him look godly.

You loved him. It hurt.

"Not as good as you."

The three glasses of wine made you bold, and his repetition in awe of you emboldened you even more. You were tired of the pining and the ache in your chest. So, leaned closer to his ears, and whispered so only he could hear, "you should see how I look without it."

You disinflated when you pulled back, Mark's expression completely blank except for his eyes being the widest you've ever seen him. Your mouth hung open, and you prepared to immediately take it back, make a joke and hope he can forget about it.

"Word?" he asked, giggling like a high schooler. You froze, stopping in your dance to burst out laughing, the two of you earning confused looks from Mark's peers until you scooted off the dance floor, still clutching your stomachs.

"So, is that offer still up?" he asked once you calmed down, the full weight of your words finally sitting your shoulders.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure that's something to do with your best friend," you taunted, taking a sip from a glass of champagne you swiped. Quickly, and without warning, Mark's hands caught both of your cheeks squeezing your face lovingly.

"Silly- there's no one else I'd rather do... anything with."

Permatag! @nini0620

[pavstars]

rohan x reader drabble

[ crossposted on ao3 @ sinnerspades :3 ]

author’s note: first little drabble posted on here!! eeek it’s kind of embarrassing but i’m sure i’ll get used to it! pardon any ooc-ness and repetition, it’s super late right now. rohan is usually a bit of an asshole lol but i wanted to see him soft...

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You love your boyfriend, really wholly and truly but it’s times like these where you want to wring his neck out and bury him in your (quite huge) backyard.           Rolling over in bed you let your blurry eyes drift over the alarm clock next to your bed, the numbers were bright green against stark black in the darkness of your bedroom. The clock read 1:32 am. And you were alone in bed, big surprise. 

Thinking back to middle school, your math teacher always said there were three constants in life: death, taxes, and A squared plus B squared equals C squared.  But obviously your teacher didn’t know Kishibe Rohan because then they would’ve discovered the fourth constant in life. Rohan, your lovely and wonderful and totally not annoying nuisance of a boyfriend never and truly EVER came to bed before 3 in the morning. How he even survived was a mystery to you and anyone to ever know him.

Alas, there you were all alone, so cold, so sleepy, so dramatic. Having let your eyes adjust to the darkness, you pulled the soft covers back from bed and stood up with a yawn. He was most likely still hunched over at his desk, sketching away in utmost concentration unaware of the time. Flicking the bedside lamp on, you stepped into the soft house slippers next to your side of the bed and went through the door and down the dark hallway to where you could see the dim glow of the office light peeking through. 

    With a creak you pushed the door open and sure enough there he was, still in his day clothes and sat at his desk at the far end of the room. You quietly padded over to where he was sitting- you had your own chair next to his desk where you regularly sat and read, but that wasn’t your destination. You wanted him to come to bed. Now.

“Ro…” you spoke softly, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind.       Rohan hummed in response, still staring down at the half-filled page on his desk. It wasn’t often that he got stuck in his work, it always seemed to come so naturally to him. You’d spent hours sitting with him, doing silly poses per his request (did he really need them or did he just want to tease you?) and you knew how fast he worked, pumping out pages and chapters at an insane speed. So to see him staring down at the page with his brows furrowed, you could just tell he was getting sleepy. 

      “Rohan.” You tried again, this time leaning down to press a soft kiss to his cheek. His green eyed gaze broke from the desk and he let you move his chair slightly so he could face you.

        “Yes dear?” He questioned.

 “Rohan come to bed.” You whined, smooching his other cheek. He unconsciously leaned into the touch, eyelashes fluttering closed. You did look rather cute he supposed, all cozy in your fuzzy pajama bottoms and big designer shirt that was definitely his.

     “I’m tired. You’re tired. Come on.” You grabbed the hand holding his pen causing it to clatter on to the busy desk. 

“I’m almost done,” Rohan promises, tired eyes opening again and falling to where his pen had fallen. “An hour more, no more. Go back without me.”

    You groan and let go of him, stepping back from his chair and crossing your arms. “You’ve been working on this all day and I can tell you’re tired! You’ve been staring at that panel for forever Ro.” You pout. “I’m sleepy and I want cuddles.”

     He turns all the way to face you and raises his eyebrows, tilting his head. “You’re being a baby, (name). I’ll be there soon,” your boyfriend motions to shoo you out of his office. Ruddeee. Expecting you to comply and head back to the bedroom, he simply turns back around and goes back to his work, But you were never one to listen, especially not to him. 

      With a “hmmph” you uncrossed your arms and turned his chair back around. 

“Hey!” Rohan snarled, narrowing his eyes at you. But before he could say anything else you crawled into his lap, facing towards him with your knees on either side of his hips. If he wasn’t going to come to bed and snuggle you, you’d bring the snuggles to him and he could keep working as long as he damn well pleased. 

    Flabbergasted, your boyfriend’s mouth opened but nothing came out. You simply nuzzled your nose into his neck and wrapped your arms around him, trying to get comfy as you breathed in his scent. All he could do was scoot back to his desk and let you cuddle him as he continued to work, but he found himself finding the page far easier to finish when he had a reason to come to bed.

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      Time passed with you readjusting yourself in Rohan’s lap, mumbling here and there against his skin, and by the time he was actually finished with the chapter, he had found to no surprise that you had fallen asleep on him. The corners of his lips lifted in a smile and he shook his head fondly. You were quite the nuisance sometimes but you meant no harm, if anything you were a saint for putting up with his ridiculous schedule- but he would never tell you that, lest you have something to guilt him with.

    The clock on his desk read 2:40 am and he was sure you’d be getting a crick in your neck by now so he set his pen down and tried to carefully stand up with you still clinging to him like a koala, his surprisingly strong arms holding you against him as he carried you out of the office and back to your bedroom. He’d have to come back to turn the office lamp off, hands a bit too full of his sleepy significant other. 

    When Rohan leans down to place you in bed you whine and open your eyes, grabbing at his arm to pull him on top of you with surprising sleepy strength. With an “oomph” he lands on top of you and a giggle escapes your mouth as you wrap your arms around his lean torso and squeeze hard. “Sleeeeeeep!” You whisper. 

    An arm on either side of your head, he lifts himself off of you and straddles your hips. “You’re still in your daytime clothes!” You point out and sit up as well, giggling all the while. It seems you’d switched positions, as earlier you’d been the one in his lap and now he’d fallen into yours. 

      “Well obviously,” he muses. “I wouldn’t have changed into my pajamas mid-work just to keep working.” Rohan rolls his eyes. 

    Your hands drift up to his head where his headband is still on and your fingers slip under it, pulling it from him and carelessly tossing it to the floor. He groans as your fingers run through his dark green hair, weaving through strands and massaging at his scalp. He’s melting in your hands and you can tell you’re successfully pulling him towards the temptation of sleep. 

      Or at least that’s what you thought, until he fought against the enticing promises of sleep and head massages to climb off of you and slip out of bed. 

    “You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me!” You groan at him, throwing your arms into the air. 

“I’m just going to turn the lamp off!” Your boyfriend raises his hands in defense and before you can accuse him of doing otherwise, he leaves the room. Now anything could happen. He could actually come back like he said, or he’d step into the office to switch the lamp off and let the demons win and pull him back to his soul sucking, time consuming, boyfriend stealing work.

    Too annoyed with your false victory, you roll over in bed to face away from the door and pull the blankets tight over your form. You weren’t that upset you reasoned, tucking your legs to your chest. It wasn’t anything new, but it was disappointing that you’d gotten so close to getting him to stay. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let sleep start to consume you and you’re just on the verge of passing out when you hear the door to your room open again. 

      Rohan assumes you’d already fallen back asleep so he takes his time changing out of his elaborate outfit and into something a bit more comfortable. Once he’d taken his earrings out and carefully placed them on the dresser, he slipped into bed on the opposite side from you- only letting out a huff of surprise when you immediately turned to face him and pulled him into your curled up form.

    “Hi.” You smiled, wrapping your arms tight around his waist and tangling his legs with yours. “I thought you weren’t coming back” the admittance falls from your lips and he frowns in response, but can’t really fault you for believing that. Truthfully, he was quite busy most of the time and he had been paying less attention to you than you really deserved. 

      “Well I’m here now, aren’t I?” Rohan’s hands slip under your shirt to rest against your soft skin and you quietly shriek at the feeling of his cold fingers against your stomach. 

“You’re so cold, eugh!” You wiggle away, pushing him half off the bed. 

    The mangaka scoffs and grabs you by the waist, pulling you back over to him and letting you squirm at the touch of his icy hands against your tummy. “I thought you were begging me to come cuddle you? You better come warm me up then.” he smirks, pressing a tired kiss to your neck as you squirm in his grasp. 

Eventually you settle with a few more kisses, this time on your collarbones, and then just below them as Rohan rests his head on your chest, letting a sleepy sigh pass his lips as you finally stop resisting and cuddle into him just as you’d been begging for an hour ago. Even though it was way too late (or early?) you happily let him settle into you and feel yourself slowly slipping out of consciousness. No matter, you can just convince him to sleep in with you the next morning.

[pastelwell]

With a new season airing I figured I would do a lil post of tomgreg fics I’ve written that I’m kind of proud of, just for funsies 🙈 I've loved being part of this fandom, and I'm hoping to contribute even more as the final season plays out :) I have two things half finished right now, so I guess we'll see.

I love to make friends (I know I'm so laaame shut upppp) and talk about succession so if you see this feel free to reach out here or on Twitter :) 💜

Hope you enjoy! Let me know if you did ahhh...

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Truth or Dare Rating: E Probably my magnum opus lol. Tom & Greg play an insane game of truth or dare that drastically alters their relationship and throws everything they know into question. I love when Tom’s a little insane, and he is definitely insane in this (in a hopefully canon-typical way at least?!).

Landslide Rating: E A bit of a character study on Tom and his complex and layered emotions. He goes on a bit of a journey in this fic, trying to figure out how to be the most authentic version of himself after repressing it for so long (with Greg being enduringly patient).

Little lies Rating: T The blossoming of Tom & Greg’s relationship through the eyes of Shiv. I loved writing this so much that I made it into a mini series.

For what it’s worth Rating: E Tom propositions Greg over dinner and it goes better than he expects. The dialogue is some of the best I’ve written, I think, which isn't bad considering I'd watched like 5 episodes of Succession when I wrote it (plus about a million tomgreg fancams :'))

Pictures of the past Rating: E Wrote this for my iconic pal @chasingbodies birthday, who actually came up w the idea in the first place. Tom’s friend from college unearths pics of him from his youth and Greg kind of becomes obsessed with seeing them. Such a fun concept, Ana has the best prompts.

The Hirsch Foundation for Waifs and Strays Rating: T Throwing this in here because it’s just silly and cute. When I’m sad I write the softest nonsense and I was so sad when I wrote this 🫣 the plot is essentially ‘Greg can’t stop adopting dogs, and Tom let’s it happen bc he’s in love with Greg’

Surreal, but nice Rating: E Notting Hill AU. Ewan gives Greg his aging bookstore as an early inheritance, and in attempting to run it he meets mega famous actor Tom Wambsgans, who develops an interest in him 🤭 it’s literally a reimagining of the movie Notting Hill, which I highly recommend if you haven’t seen it. (Though I don't think you need to have seen it to enjoy this, it's just like if tomgreg were a romcom)

Microfics Rating: Varied An ongoing project that I have neglected of late, but just a home for drabbles that I’ve written to submitted prompts! You can see a chapter-by-chapter list of prompts here.

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I’ve written quite a few tomgreg fics since I started posting 12 months ago, and you can find them here if you like! I always welcome prompts, though there’s no guarantee I’ll fill them. I have a bit of a list I’m working through though so… you never know :)

[esmealux]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @mulderscully ❤️

How many works do you have on ao3?

My profile says 56, but considering 32 of those are one-shots that have been gathered in Feels Like Home, I feel like the real answer is 24.

What's your total ao3 word count? 457K - but again, 32 of my works count twice, some of them three times (those that are both in LWTD and FLH), so the actual number is less. Feels Like Home is 223K words though, so more than that 💀

What fandoms do you write for?

Just Lucifer (but I have been toying with the idea of writing something for RWRB, if inspiration should spark at some point)

Top five fics by kudos:

Living with the Devil (isn't always Hell on Earth)

Feels Like Home

Mummy's Workplace: The Guided Tour

Take Me With You

Spouses Without Benefits

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! The nice ones, at least. I don't respond to Chloe or Eve hate 😇

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, I don't know, maybe Going Through Hell? I think it ends on a hopeful note though. I generally end angst on a hopeful note. Or write plain fluff. I do have a drabble in my drafts that is very angsty and does not end with hope though (Sox can confirm that).

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't feel like I've written a fic with an ending yet 💀 I mean, there was Living with the Devil but it technically isn't finished because it continues in Feels Like Home. But Feels Like Home will definitely end happily.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not really, no. I felt rather unpopular when I introduced Eve in Feels Like Home though. And people aren't shy of hating on Eve and Chloe as characters, meanwhile Lucifer is always just a "poor baby" or a "silly man." I've had people comment that they like me and Sox' version of Chloe in Feels Like Home more than they like her on the show, which I guess is supposed to be a compliment? But I don't think I want that kind of compliment from people who think Chloe is a bitch on the show tbh...

Do you write smut?

Yes. Very much so.

Craziest crossover:

I've never written a cross-over.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not in this fandom, no. At least not as far as I know.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I have, actually. Someone translated Rejected at the Pearly Gates to Russian, but I lost the link ☹️

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Hahaha yeah. I have (:

Like 90% of what I've written since I met Sox has been co-written.

All time favorite ship?

Deckerstar, my one and only.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I've got a Copenhagen AU sketched out that I reeaaallyyy want to write, but I have to finish Feels Like Home before I fully throw myself into that project. Also, I'm not sure many people but me would want to read it lol

What are your writing strengths?

Hmm, I think I'm good at writing dialogue? And understanding the psychology of the characters and their relationships.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Having English as my foreign language 🙃 No, but seriously Not Knowing Words is the most frustrating part of writing for me. And not just not knowing the words, but also not knowing how to string them together.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Depends on the language. Naturally, I could write as much Danish dialogue in as I'd like, but very, very few would understand it. I could do German too, with a bit of help from a dictionary. And I've watched enough Norwegian and Swedish TV to be able to write dialogue in those as well. I have written Lucifer dirty-talking in French, but I barely wrote any of that myself; a kind soul translated it for me. Generally, I think it's fun to incorporate other languages!

First fandom you wrote in?

Twilight. When I was 10 😅

Favorite fic you've written?

Feels Like Home, my beloved.

tagging @my-crazy-awesome-sox, @superlc529, @moonatoms, @mightbeawriter, @wendeckerstart and anyone else who wants to do it!

[justsomerandomplanet]

Hello! I just wanted to say I absolutely adore all of your art and thank you for all the ancient ones/Heian era content (especially Kenjaku 👀...) I would absolutely love to hear all of your drabbles about it! I have my own stuff too about them but I live for any JJK Heian era stuff lol.

Anyway, mostly wanted to drop by and say thank you for showing us your amazing art ❤️ I look at it every day, it makes me so happy!

Helloooo,

Thank you so much for your kind words!! I'm happy that you enjoy my silly self indulgent art hehe

As for my thoughts on em, I'll put them underneath here so the post doesn't appear too long on the dashboard ^-^

(I'll mostly just share my thoughts on the character dynamics bc I'm not knowledgeable about the actual history of the Heian Era)

Tengen & Kenjaku

Oh where do I even begin!!!

I genuinely believe the two of them are the reason the jujutsu system is the way it is in modern times (more so the former than the latter especially). Although we don't actually know much about what the two were like previously, the implications on their dynamic is so delicious.

For one, I definitely see that they care(d) about each other. The fact Tengen was still aware that Kenjaku was alive and yet still did nothing even though they had prevuously tried to sabotage the merging raises a lot of eyebrows...like why would you let a criminal in the jujutsu history go??? I understand that Tengen's whole thing is that she doesn't interact with the real world anymore, but she can definitely communicate with the other sorcerers to do her bidding when necessary (e.g. telling the sorcerers to let Riko enjoy her youth before the merging while protecting her). On the other hand, Kenjaku always seems to seek out Tengen. Calling her an old friend, always trying to bring her in a conversation, insulting her as if they could get a reaction out of her...oh there's definitely something here that can be explored.

I do believe they had a falling out and that falling out is the reason things have become this way. Tengen's innaction as a way to maintain the status quo (traditions) and Kenjaku's curiosity as a drive to break that status quo (innovation) has led us here. And I do believe Sukuna and Yuuji reflect that too, but that'll be for a different time to ramble on.

Tengen & Immortality

To me, Tengen can feel paradoxical/hypocritical sometimes. She states she did not want to evolve into a higher being yet allows others to treat her like she is one, to protect her and also isolating herself. She often speaks in a way that presents humble but has an arrogance about herself as well (e.g. she is the best barrier user even tho she hasn't really been challenged on it for the past 500-ish years or the merging of star plasma vessels was necessary for the greater good-which is true-but also as a way to maintain herself). She said change in herself was inevitable and detached herself from the real world yet built a foundation in jujutsu that relied on her barriers and did not allow change for like a 1000 years.

Whether or not she meant these things intentionally is hard for me to say bc i don't think Tengen is malicious or means ill-will, but I do think in some way, Tengen is more afraid of change or even death than anyone else and has built a foundation to a society that relies on her existence, leading to a stagnation. I find that fitting that her CT is Immortality, it sorta reflects that don't you think? But like a star, sooner or later, change and death is inevitable.

Tengen, Sukuna, & Kenjaku

These guys had a history. What that history is idk but personally I do believe Sukuna is the youngest out of them. I like to think Sukuna was the pet project of Tengen and Kenjaku. Not necessarily that they're his parents or anything (tho that would be funny) but rather more like...a pupil or a dysfunctional found family dynamic. Sukuna already knows he was an unwanted child but that doesn't mean he didn't have any connections with people growing up. I do think Tengen and/or Kenjaku helped Sukuna in becoming who he is.

Plus, Tengen keeping Sukuna's mummiffied corpse (with the implication that she was the one to do it) and Kenjaku seemingly being the only one able to hold some level of control over Sukuna's head just tells me something is up with those three that screams a psychological power imbalance. Also also, if Tengen had the corpse but the fingers were scattered, when exactly did Kenjaku split his soul? (this is more of a musing more than an actual question. I just think it would be delicious if Tengen allowed Kenjaku to see Sukuna's dead body-which led to the cursed fingers albeit without her knowledge but shrug)

Kenjaku, Love, & Motherhood

Saving da best for last, oh Kenny! I did a lot of rambling on Tengen but tbf there's so very little stuff on her I have more thoughts to share, but Kenjaku is really my favourite character in all of jjk. They're so fascinating, their curiosity driving them but also spite (just like me fr)

No but in all seriousness, Kenjaku is such a fun but sad character. Clearly, whatever happened between them and Tengen led to where they are, which I find fascinating. I know they're doing things cause of curiosity, but sometimes it does feel like they're trying to prove something (namely to Tengen). The implications that they may have grown up lonely, was friends with Tengen but had a break up, and still talks about making friends...AUGHHH

This leading to the theme of motherhood is also great. What's a better way to build a connection and to create innovation than from your own blood. Yuuji may not have a "role" as Kenjaku told Choso, but I think that's the whole point. Maybe Yuuji was made to hold Sukuna or cursed objects, who knows, but Kenjaku purposely letting him develop himself, for better or worst, definitely feels right.

And in a way I do find it enjoyable Yuuji doesn't actually care enough about Kenjaku. Yes he's trying to stop Kenny but there isn't necessarily any personal stakes that he's aware of, and I find that enjoyable for the irony: Kenjaku being so invested in Yuuji yet he won't even see it. Kenjaku, who is clearly obsessed with motherhood, fetuses, and children, cannot even get the attention of their own child.