#that other guy is -as my bb nephew says-

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7th Dimension (Chapter 6)

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 5.1

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD LINK (I'm always 1-2 chapters ahead in this site)

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: You've had it well understood that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. However, you've never intended nor expected Satoru to take it literally as if Valhalla existed within those eyes of his. Thus, his reckless revelation had been essential towards the objectives he had from you---or was it bound to end up as a fallacy towards the curbs that filled the path up ahead?

Warnings: Gojo Satoru being a teasing, sexy hottie mofo---*kicks whatever is on my way rn* Also, his eyes. EYES I SAY. (ᗒᗩᗕ) Nanami's exasperation. 🤣 Don't worry, we're letting him rest after this. 🤣 He's such a mood---🤣 Satoru's an utter tease here ISTG because of the *cough* physical contact he's gradually giving---*coughs* (I can't help it---!!!) Reader be a simp so bad that she's prolly loathing this moment rn---😭🤣 Btw, I have no idea if Nanami has a nephew or niece, I've only read through a trivia that his Maternal grandfather is Danish but other than that, none.

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A/N: Y'all are seeing Gojo's eyes rn. Enjoy the GIF's created by their rightful creators, bb's! Also, it's very hot in our country rn and writing for Satoru isn't helping a lot. *Sweats more*

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME MUCH MOTIVATION AND INSPO! SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS! I ain't a professional writer! I'm just a simp and a potato-hoe! LMAO. 🤣

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Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

"NANAMI!" Satoru bellowed with a huff, constantly being rejected by the 7:3 sorcerer from the moment they've set the soles of their footwear along the private plane.

Nanami Kento had his pointer finger and thumb over his temple and chin, leaning onto his hand while his own elbow was on the arm rest of his chair, "What?" he phlegmatically responded, nasally as it echoed around the plane, sounding like he was on the verge of having a migraine, "---When will you ever stop pestering me?"

Copious, delectable sweetmeats laid before the table. Various kinds where some were boxed and even wrapped in plastics. Some were shop-made bonbons, desserts in which you've somehow identified the others from their shapes and sizes---knowing full well what they were because it was your country's delicacies. The best of the best kinds. You thought this blindfolded guy who were addicted with mochis only adored one type of junket. No. The man was addicted to any type of sweets and it definitely has kept your mind blank from his overflowing cravings.

He was avidly beaming from the moment you've passed by a shop that were selling tons of different pastries and desserts, triggering his growing appetite especially after such a disputed conversation that you had with him. Whereby, both you and Nanami had been forced to come along as he bought the afters.

Satoru convinced you and Nanami that he had bought them as souvenirs for the students---his students. Howbeit, he probably did but based from how he started munching on them one by one, humming in rapture for the delights he just bought, the souvenirs that were planned to be given won't even arrive from his gluttony and be given to its definite owners back in Japan.

"You've brought back too many sweets from the shop," Nanami began to complain when Satoru was reaching out his hand, a wrapped delicacy that appeared to be too honeyed for Nanami's taste, "---I'm not fond of your choices. You know this."

"Come on, just take one for your nephew or niece!" The blindfolded Jujutsu Sorcerer gestured, shaking the sweetmeat on his hand which was still being held by Satoru. Nanami made it obvious that he wasn't bound to take it eventually as he sighed and briefly tugged off his sunglasses, gently laying them down on his side of the table.

Nanami was probably just jaded over Satoru's company or he was sapped by his prior daily activities as a Jujutsu Sorcerer back in Japan. Cheetah-Tie has been constantly looking through his own watch as if he was keeping tabs on the time that was set in his country home.

Perhaps, he did not like working overtime.

"I don't have a nephew or niece." Kento ended the discussion, sounding deadbeat from Gojo's persistence which left the latter pouting on the sides.

With crossed arms, your face was scrunched in a scrutinizing squinch of your nose and mouth, examining Satoru who had his lips pursed from the incessant rejection he was receiving from Nanami. You couldn't entirely fathom how this man-child who was nuts about sweet courses is actually notorious for being the strongest out of all Jujutsu Sorcerers as much as how he was laying it on thick for you.

This...man is the strongest? that tiny voice inside your heart murmured distantly and completely skeptical over the idea.

After the conversation you had with Satoru, you were determined to be of help.

At least, that was what you wanted to be in their dimension---to consider yourself as someone functional because fate seemed to bring you the motives that your purposes had to have objectives of remembering the sketches you've manage to acquire during your accident.

Furthermore, this was the deal you had with Gojo. He promised to help you return to your rightful dimension in exchange for how you managed to have a grasp of the past and a future that he also had no idea on. You trusted that he could and considered how he bragged himself to be one---the only person who would have the ability to take you back to where you came from.

"Satoru," the torn up sketches were on your hands, giving it another once over as you eyed it for the tenth time today. You've leaned forward, thoroughly snugged on your seat with your legs crossed under your thighs. In some way, the discussion you had with him gave you a feeling of this precipitous, puzzling consolation out of the blue.

It felt like this was just a start of the journey that kept your feet tracked upon their path within their world.

"---Nah. Never mind." In a nonchalant tone, you stated under your breath, your elbows rested on the edges of the table with your cheeks slanted upon your arms. A taupe crayon that you've somehow acquired from the Jujutsu Sorcerer who strangely had Crayola with him, it was encased around your fingers, loosely holding onto the color with a sigh and a begrudging heart because the whole idea was fruitless. On the spur of the moment, the concept was just a postulation that coloring the ripped up sketches would help you remember.

Though, there was no results. You've just seem like a person who was bore to tears over the whole plane ride that you needed to give the sketches colors, deciding that you looked like a kid who was just finding some distraction rather than waiting to arrive back in Japan.

With delicate fingers and a little retouches here and there, the once sharp tip of the taupe Crayola which was now blunt from coloring their skin, their body and faces now had humanistic pigmentation. You were trying to fill the whites with Satoru's skin color, your mind wandering in miniscule moments as your eyes were constantly distant from time to time, unaware of how inane you look to be whilst also having your own peace on your side of the plane with Gojo who seated in front.

You were detached from the current world, wholly unaware that Satoru and Nanami weren't in the middle of their repartees anymore. Unbeknownst to you, the white-haired Sorcerer kept you under his observation, masticating over another newly opened box of chocolate delicacy. His cheeks turgescent because of the action as he silently chewed, analyzing your abrupt decisions as if to spare time as you seemed to be bored over the whole plane ride.

But, no. You actually were just trying to get a hold of anything that would spouse your amnesia into remembering anything.

Now, for the eyes. You were absentminded over the whole activity, a stable breath leaving your mouth. Without even realizing it, your fingers has taken the initiative over choosing what color it wanted. An abnormal hunch that ceased your finger from taking a hold onto. This thoughtless action igniting a lift of your head, oddly staring at the Crayola that felt like it was condemning you for your unforeseen choices.

Why were you reaching out for Blue?

"Oi, Tiny-Chan." Gojo sounded bodacious as ever, seeming to want your attention on him and not on the sketches at hand. Being utterly unaware that he'd hummed in interest from the moment that you stopped dead in your tracks for reaching out a color that he unpredicted due to how assertive you were over how his eyes appeared to be. He smiled broadly by the subliminal gesture, reading through the signs.

So, you really had an idea on what his eyes looked like then?

Satoru took you out of your profound reverie, making you blink twice to yourself before you've lifted your head, your heart leaping a long one on account to his gestures.

Astringent. Melting. The bon-bon that has been leniently popped in between your ajar mouth---clement as he tried to be aside from the person who he, himself describe as someone too compelling for other people to handle in his world. Satoru was venturesome and ignorant over the way how the tip of his slightly calloused, thick thumb grazed over your lower lip, too faraway over feeding you a sweetmeat that he was exhilarated for. His oblivious touch sending unconventional euphoria and whammy which made you slightly choke on the delicacy that was shoved in your mouth.

The latter highly had faith that you were the only one who would appreciate the sweet dish for the evidences of adoring such dessert that he also somehow dotes on. It had a hint of caramel and cooked milk. Upon the first bite has been soft---unbelievably creamy. The aroma filled your palates with cocoa and roasted nuts, bursting with various hints of pungent milk chocolate that you were familiarized with.

Satoru's smile was cordial. The image of his beaming face not helping how your heart was running faster than any other sportscar would ever. Emitting another hum to himself, seeming to be oddly distrait upon glancing over the thumb he'd somehow fed you with. Hence, his succeeding gestures making you choke twice as he brought it over his own lip, giving it a feathery, detectable sup over the melted residues that stained his finger.

Did he---really? Oh, this handsome mofo.

Thus, this guy who was seated crossed leg in front of you, grinned after a while. Entirely taking heed over your dumbfounded reactions.

It was then and there that you knew he was having the jollification over your wordless ripostes. He just knew or is probably assertive that he could have any woman skipping hearts for him.

There was this fitful urge to break all the Crayolas that were haphazardly scattered around because of him--- just his damned presence alone.

His supercilious, patronizing self can actually be treacherous for anyone, especially to you.

"It's yummy, right?" Gojo taunted and lowly chuckled with a snigger, leaning his broad back on his own seat with arms crossed, watching you like a hawk beneath his mask.

You could feel your entire face rush like you were being cooked, metaphorically speaking---think of it as a sunny side up egg that's constantly being turned from one side and to the other, repeatedly until it was burnt. It was that kind of temperature---too excessive for your feeble emotions and heart to handle.

Heedless over the scowl on your face, you were galled over how you were being mindlessly teased on, not entirely being a fan over how vivifying could Gojo's provocations be ever since after the discussion you had with him.

With each quivering swallow of the bon-bon that has been fed, the more it basks in the honeyed taste. You've heard Satoru shift on his seat, your nerves still unsettled prior to what has happened. The torn manga panels sitting in between the space of your thumb and pointer finger, utterly mindful that it shivered in the slightest. It unraveled the truth that your heart was fluttering, "T-Thish ishn't you. I shwear." your cheeks were tumefied from the sugary cate as you quietly stammered, awkwardly clearing your throat.

Nanami seemed to be like he was resting. As far as how you could perceive from the moment you've laid a quick glance at Satoru's co-worker, taking heed that the 7:3 sorcerer had his eyes closed and his blonde head rested upon his seat. You were safe then. The guy's placidity felt like he had a habit of observing everyone in his own solitude, it was making you dubious that he probably had been criticizing your every move.

"Wanna bet?" Gojo skittishly offered, leaning forward as he brought an elbow over the edge of the table, a palm rested upon his chin, his head cocked to the side while he stared beneath his mask. Would he show it to you today? His eyes that you have been curious about since day one?

Why did it felt like you didn't want to then?

"---If I make you believe that this is really me, would you bake me sweets whenever I want to?"

Satoru patiently waited for you to answer. Though, he expected you would take the bait considering how he'd built up the intrigue a little too long now that his presence has kept you restless day by day, "Just that?"

"You want more to bet?" the latter bargained, already listing all the other proposals he had in mind. His thoughts grasping in the bids that came tumbling down his pretty head. Heedful of the others that left him in wonder to behold, regardless that most were wholesome.

Yet, he least envisaged the ones that remained to be...somehow, insalubrious. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer had to clear his own throat to that and emphatically omit them out of his imaginary bulleted list of proposals he wanted to offer.

"Deal, then." you consented with a determined cross of your arms, leaning back as you've crossed your fidgety legs over the other, the soles to your feet felt oddly warm from the dying anticipation.

Satoru lifted his chin in a minimal amount, appearing to be taken aback by the swift acceptance towards his offers. This meant you were going to bake him sweets whenever he wanted no matter what time of the day, right? Even if it would've been at three in the morning? "W-Wait---I think I may want to add more to it---" his thoughts were in a jumble of mess, the bidding of avarice making him stumble over his own words as he held a palm over his own face whenever he was being asked questions that made him think twice.

You've cut his train of thoughts, expectant that he would add more to it and your heart was pounding for what he actually wanted to append in the proposition aside from cooking for him, "I'm waiting..."

"This is unfair! You demand too much from me!" Satoru dramatically bellyached, clutching his chest over how you didn't give him anymore chances upon changing his manifestos.

"I'm only demanding to see if you truly have eyes or not!"

"You're the only woman who's difficult to be swayed and it's already been a week!" He pursed his lips upon the finger pointed at his face, quietly grousing like a child being upbraided for his nonsensical choices over choosing what flavor of ice cream was better---vanilla or chocolate? Satoru would've probably chosen both. Ice cream was ice cream. No matter how people argued over which flavor was best, it was still sweet. Sugary. "---It's like you don't trust me a lot. A stubborn, non-sorcerer who never believed 'the strongest'. I can't believe this girl,"

"Stop whispering. I can hear you." you nasally sighed, comprehending what he was trying to whisper as if he wanted you to actually comprehend his fatuous bleats. Your feet were purposelessly being shaken due to waiting too long for him to just take them off. It wasn't like he was keeping his eyes hidden from anyone because it's where he gets his abilities right? your consciousness asked that inner voice inside your head, "---Besides, it's difficult to trust a blindfolded man who seems inconspicuous to me."

Satoru had a palm over his chest, a grin breaking his lips apart from how you claimed him to be unimposing. You certainly did not just say that. He thought to himself as he wordlessly huffed. This comeback just fueled his burning pride into his steadfast determination upon making you realize who you were actually talking to, "Inconspicuous? Me? You sure about that? Once you see my handsome face, you promise not to fall in love, alright?"

Your mouth kept shut at that from his cavalier attitude over the whole idea of it. Was it how he sounded? how brusque those words escaped his mouth like it was a point that will never come across his mind---ever.

"Because...Wait, a second---I've said this to Yuta before," Gojo raised a finger, seeming to be lost in his own thoughts as he fished out his phone from his own pockets as he mindlessly muttered out a name that you never heard of yet. Yuta? who was he?

"---Love is the most twisted curse of all," he continued as a matter of fact, ever so bluntly while scrolling through his phone.

Satoru made it seem like he detested the whole concept of what love does to people. Your mind went blank at that, passing through the chasm of forgotten memories that rung in a modicum of taking a trip down the memory lane. It sounded familiar? where have you heard it aside from him?

You squinted your eyes back at him, skeptical over the whole 'quote' being said. He probably had a bundle of quotes saved in his notepad to give the impression of being a bibliophile, "Did you really have to look through your phone while saying that? Was that a quote from Tumblr or Pinterest?"

You had no idea if Tumblr or Pinterest existed in this dimension you were currently in. Though, you weren't limiting over the whole idea because if Jennifer Lawrence breathed in the same dimension you were in right now then it was mostly possible that Tumblr, Wattpad or Pinterest existed as well. Moreover, one of your plans during your stay within Satoru's dimension was to also search through other actors if they were also alive and kicking.

"It's mine! I had it saved in my phone," he assertively avowed, sounding to have at least a hint of exasperation over your harmless taunts for his witticism, churning a stifled snort of ha-ha from you. Gojo haphazardly tossed his phone to the side of the table as he brought a hand to purposelessly brush over his fluffy white, luscious locks.

"Wait, who's Yuta---" Your sentence was brought to an untimely end. The sudden nosiness you had for this person named Yuta has been cut short, such topic that was brisk enough to pull you away from the restless interest you had for Satoru's eyes had just been a fleeting---temporary stratagem to stabilize the consternation for it.

Satoru shouldn't have just whisked down his blindfolds without warning.

He had been a tearaway over giving you the Elysian Fields. Satoru was tacit. Thorny as you could see fit---how you discerned from the grin on his face as his thick, long fingers gently skimmed along the satiny Stygian covers of his blindfolds, his actions never taken seriously from your standpoint as he seemed to have a habit of grazing over them whenever you've stared. You were self-reliant that he would prolong the revelation of his eyes because if he wanted to, he would've done it already.

Yet, from the moment he'd leaned forward, the silken mask being brought down in bullet time with a smile on his face, you knew your soul departed from the perdition and then towards Elysium.

You had no idea that you were capable of seeing the Ethers; the bluest of blue---celestial Arctic blue that could define the islands of the Blessed. Satoru was of paramount pestilential for having eyes that could beckon an ailing saint, reinvigorate your flawed soul that traipsed along the crippled path towards Siberia. Your eyes were ridiculously in no match to his as you continued to rivet. It was nearly impossible for one to tear the Zion and have them trapped inside his eyes, the shattered utopias. Where as those exuberant, albino eyelashes and eyebrows influenced to be the gates towards the promised land.

Gojo Satoru had the right to know that he was paradisiacal. Hence, you were beginning to abhor that he was breathing just right in front of you---existed to be real and true.

"Cat got your tongue, Tiny-Chan?" Satoru had his blindfolds around his neck now, knowing full well that he was looking and that you wholly had his attention. The way your mouth went ajar, how you could hear nothing but only the pleasantries of his voice that filled the void of ruptured memories which appeared to be gradually filled in by his existence, knocking together new ones. His white, fluffy hair that has weighed down and cloaked his abnormally, attractive face made you clench your fists tighter which sat on your thighs---igniting a thorough feeling of bitterness because you expected less---tried to anticipate it less.

"---I told you, I'm not blind. I can see well. Hm." he hummed, relishing in the pride that he was gaining from your stupor, "---Probably, a little too much."

"Really." you huffed more to yourself, forcing to shut your eyes closed as you quickly looked away. Straightaway, having the perfect conceptualization of how he indeed appeared to bear a resemblance of. The skies. Also hellfire in addition to his menacing qualities.

In every way, you were now convinced he was the man on the sketches; the man whom he pertained to be one drawn upon the fallen, torn up-papers where you had no idea how it was created nor scraped by.

Ceaseless native sacred oaths of words filled your mind for the exact image of what you have for Gojo Satoru. You were entirely bugged from how he recklessly surprised you with. How dare he.

"SATORU, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BLIND AND NOT HAVE EYES."

You've heard him emit the loudest laugh that he could. A tumultuous one which has made Nanami open an eye to have an idea as to what was happening to the both of you. He actually couldn't rest due to the raucous. The 7:3 sorcerer concluded that you and Satoru have gone all topsy-turvy whenever you were with him. Presumably, It was not a good one that he needed to avoid you both on every occasion.

Consequent to Satoru's guffaws, your next retaliation were immediately interrupted by a flash of images that caught you off guard, kindling a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach as your head twitched in pain. Your posture stiffening from the edge of your seat as it flashed before your eyes.

"Don't force her, Gojo." Kento went back into closing his eyes after seeing how you've stiffen from your side of the plane, sighing as he could hear Gojo chortle from his side, thoroughly finding amusement to your surprise. The Jujutsu Sorcerer was dense to see through your mental crisis because he was too immersed over your backlash towards his eyes.

"You said so yourself and Shoko as well. She's handling some kind of eccentric brain injury," His friend added as a matter of fact.

Upon seeing Satoru's eyes, there was this inconceivable light switch that clicked within you. Rheumy towards some parts---several people who were omitted in the visions that paraded within the mirage of memories you hardly could put a name to. It were quick, a foresight of these people whom you were with, how they were involved in a bellicose battle that you couldn't comprehend.

Seeing the visions for Nanami floored you to say the least. He held onto a butchers knife that was wrapped in white fabric, dotted in black, appearing to be adept at handling the tool that he tightly grasped onto, the semblance was caught in a volant chance of not knowing what or who he was caught in a skirmish with.

Thus, the one you had with Satoru had been different. There were no abnormal tools involved. No paraphernalia included nor used. The vision you had only consisted of him and him alone. His masked eyes that he eventually tugged the satiny cotton off his face, manifesting the intensity of what he had been concealing. His face coruscated in a gleam of a tawny shade, your vantage point of illusions favored him alone, the surroundings blurry enough not to know what was happening.

Howbeit, you've heard two words---an echo of his silvery voice that filled the abyss of your memories.

"Ryoiki Tenkai."

Satoru's laugh gradually subsided when he'd given heed how you stiffened on your seat. You seemed to be in some sort of pain as your palm held onto that particular side of your head. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer was knocked sideways, emitting a perceptible 'Huh?' from his side of the plane when he'd quickly and carelessly grabbed onto his recent sunglasses on the side of the table that he usually wore, instantly wearing it on.

Satoru cocked his head to the side, trying to get a good look---scrutinizing you beneath his sunglasses. Might as well say that the sorcerer was also heedless of the fact that he'd grabbed onto a bunch of tissues at full tilt when he'd gotten a sight of your nose bleeding before him.

Without thinking twice, he'd outstretch his long arms to reach over your side of the seat, leniently polishing off the blood out of your nose with a grin to his face. "H-Hey!" the second time he was bound to rub the crimson liquid away, you already had your face in a twist, nose scrunched and fighting shy of his odd need to do it for you.

What was with him and his need for physical touches?

Gojo balled up the freshly stained tissues, tossing them behind, carelessly doing so as he crossed his arms against his chest. He reached out for his blindfold that surrounded his neck, planning to just wear his sunglasses throughout the whole day. "Heh. You could've concealed your bleeding nose after seeing how handsome I am," the latter loosened the knot of his mask, slipping the blindfold inside his pocket instead.

You cleared your throat, the abrupt visions kept your stomach heavy and shaky. This kept you disoriented as you've also realized how this simple visions required such an excruciating pain from your head---that it even gotten to the point of having your nose bleeding without taking heed of it.

"Satoru," you distantly called out to him, lifting a hand to lightly damp the back of your hand through the undersides of your once-bleeding-nose and you couldn't help but shake your head from all the rendered flashbacks that you absolutely have no idea on. Fate had a peculiar way of giving you such a responsibility that has kept you giving the big why's in a literal caps locked way of writing it.

Who were they really. Why did you even manage to have memories of them when you knew better yourself that they were just strangers from a heterodox world you never knew, existed.

"Ryoiki Tenkai: Domain Expansion? What does it do?"

Nanami suddenly shut his eyes open to that, hearing you say the words out of your mouth---dispassionate as it sounded like you were vexed by the consequences of how you acquired the information of Jujutsu Sorcery without anyone of help. As much as he thought of until he began to give Satoru a look of judgement.

"You told her that?" Nanami was skeptical as he asked, chiding the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer along the grumbles beneath his breath, "---You might as well tell the history of it all then."

Satoru had to cease popping another bon-bon inside his mouth from the moment you've uttered them out of your mouth. Ryoiki Tenkai, that is. He'd given his friend a glimpse of nonchalance, going on into shooting down the sweetmeat inside his mouth as he shrugged to himself. He might as well go with the flow with it. Perhaps, showing you his eyes has actually been a good sign after all. If he could've just known it sooner, Gojo should've decided to wake you up with the image of him without the blindfold instead.

"Nanami, I didn't." he was coolheaded as he admitted, no ounce of taunt or lies laced on the ends of his sentence. Hence, he'd turn his head to take in the sight that you weren't giving the heed he wanted from you; the attention that he was suddenly lacking after giving you the privilege of showing you the beauty and pain of his eyes.

It felt like you were intentionally doing so as you were scrutinizing Nanami from his side of the plane, eyes squinted back at the 7:3 sorcerer who was now wearing his distinct sunglasses, achieving at least a nap with the both of you around was impossible. He mindlessly decided in determination.

Were you seriously ignoring Gojo Satoru now after given such a prestigious moment?

"It's...Ugh---how do I---" Gojo thought twice, not wanting to get into the specifics of this with you. He was cautious upon how to explain it in a non-sorcerer way where you could be able to understand. The latter shifted on his seat, his sunglasses fitted like a glove against his tall nose bridge while he gazed fixedly on you.

His words were broken off. Before you could say knife, you were already hollering out for the 7:3 sorcerer which got Satoru pursing his lips. Much to Gojo's chagrin, this felt entirely premeditated.

Unless, his presence---the full image of his eyes alone were distracting you a lot that you were making it seem like he didn't exist around you at all?

Satoru couldn't help but smirk covertly at that, basking in the self-esteem that powered his umbrage over your deliberate cold-shoulder.

"Kento," you uttered out of nowhere, calling out for his real name just like as you did to Satoru even on the first day, your eyes skimmed through the Cheetah-tie he wore, having hunches towards the connection it had with the tool he uses during the fight you saw inside your head.

"---My head's hurting. I guess this is going to be my new-normal. But, please don't cut my head off with your cow-butcher knife or something." a pause of breath, you sighed in relief when the painful tapping along your temples seemed to come to a stop, "---I knew you had something under your sleeves."

Satoru's Arctic eyes grew wide, to say he was surprised was the least way to express it. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer was dumbfounded from how collected it sounded out of your mouth; how your notions were of guarantee as if you've seen fragments of memories inside your head.

You did. You certainly did and Gojo was sure of that.

"You've never shown her that. Right, Nanami?"

Nanami stared back at you with a lackadaisical glint in his eyes, his mouth in a tight thin line as he hummed back at Gojo, giving out a nod to affirm his queries.

"Ha! I won!" Satoru wildly congratulated himself, moving recklessly on his seat as he rowdily clapped for his success. His grin resembling of a Cheshire cat when you still weren't giving him the attention he was entirely incognizant of. It felt like an impalpable itch that was stinging his soaring amour-propre. "---She's going to bake sweets for me right? I actually won the bet?" he gave a nonchalant point of his finger towards you.

Your nose were tightly scrunched from the uncomfortable image of Satoru and his all---without the mask. The representation of what the wide blue yonder would've likely take shape of. Gojo's eyes were like a pie in the sky---an ethereal dream that lingered wretchedly inside your head and you wanted to abolish. It kept your heart in such a cramped space that were giving you the jitters, spurning fidgety toes and feet that you had to straightaway take your ass off your plane seat, deciding on an idea that would probably keep you more at ease rather than suffer throughout the whole day.

You've rather---wanted---chosen to engage within the stolic presence of Cheetah-tie rather than Heavenly Eyes instead.

"Nanami! Let's exchange seats!" you've tried to leave your seat in a rush. How obvious you could be that Satoru's existence and eyes caught you entirely stupefied and enthralled. This was too much.

Gojo Satoru was just...too much.

Hence, as expected---he was relishing in the response, luxuriating over your apprehension like how you expected him to.

Your shameless rush of escape were cut-short by Gojo, he held out his hand and hauled you down to your seat with his large, ample hands that suddenly felt like thunderbolt being struck to your skin, terrifyingly bothering, giving you goosebumps that augmented the belabors of your heart. He kept you steady in your seat and probably had plans to stress you out even more, "Haha! No, you don't!" he laughed out loud, his taunting giggles making you utterly cognizant of your own pounding, heartbeat. You couldn't help but grumble down incoherent words that were in your own language.

Satoru's fingers that encased your arm felt like gasoline inciting the captivation over his existence. It added---intensified over the revelation, striking you dumb especially now that you had the window to identify and discern whenever he was staring or gazing like the nuisance whom people who surrounded him, specified.

"You're sitting right in front of me until we reach Japan and until you're entirely convinced over my compelling existence."

He could be the headache that you'd straight out wouldn't mind, that tiny voice of subconsciousness trailed off in the back of your mind, making you stiffen on your own seat again---your heart racing back and forth when your frame of reference were filled with the image of Satoru who had his gaze fixated on you alone, a roguish glint in his eyes as he surveilled over his Stygian sunglasses. You've felt his thick, long fingers knocking your cheeks together---gamesomely squashing them as if to poke borax over your indignation.

"---Heh! If only I knew then and there, I should've shown you my eyes from the moment I've introduced myself, Tiny-Chan."

His eyes could've been the vault to heaven. Hence, it can even be described as the dome to the nether regions. It was a broach to the memories of tribulation that was meant to be remembered and expectantly plead for clemency in order to forget an impalpable curse that only you would get to see---which not even the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer could ameliorate to hereafter.

Tiny-Chan be hysterical rn---I mean---I would too---Satoru prolonged it far enough for reader to be mad af over seeing his eyes---😭😍 I dunno whether to be embarrassed for her all the time or want to help her from the frustration she feels---🤣

*Suddenly Googles: "HOW TO BE X READER, HOW TO BE Y/N, HOW TO BE TINY-CHAN?"*

[sleepynegress]

Spoiler-Filled Reaction to the 1st Ep of TFATWS: ‘New World Order’ ...

Okay, so I may switch up and do weekly recaps via audio. Either way, I’m getting something out before the weekend is up... Still!...  It’s a been a few days, so I can go a bit more in depth with my thoughts on that pilot ep.

~ So, that opening was quiet and down-to-earth. For me, it was hammering home not only the humbleness of Sam (despite the bravado, the man is naive in his optimism and *not* superpowered), but being stuck in his initial thoughts about the shield.   ...That it didn’t feel like it belonged to him. Sam’s personality, has been established as super-loyal and almost childlike in his feelings that things will work out and doing the right thing because it’s right (which is why he didn’t get paid enough BTW naive pride). 

-which comes into play w/ his conflict w/ his sister later... I’ll come back to that.

~ We jump into a dangerous mission that shows off Falcon’s personality. He’s gonna get it done with style and optimism even when working with equipment that needs a few updates.  The stunt coordination here was fantastic!  I legit whewed! aloud at Balroc paragliding into *multiple* helicopters... Sam’s hair-pin turns milimeters from canyon rock, propellers, and rockets... ~ I *loved* Torres’ fanboying. It felt like a parallel to Sam fanboying Cap, in CA:WS and evoked the well-established superhero trope of a person *marveling* aloud at what you’re doing making it so. much. cooler. (as an oldhead, the random black dude emoting about Superman’s suit after he comes out of a phonebooth, in the Reeves movie, is my earliest memory of this trope). ~ Then we see the Tunisia titlecard, which yea! it didn’t just say Africa, but ehh, once again “yellow tint” is code for “exotic” country full of brown people. It did cut through the typically more alt-right-tinged military propaganda w/ the Tunisian man thanking Sam for saving his wife, the bare minimum of humanization... but it saved the scene from just “backdropping” the people/culture w/o any humanity, at all, as is typical... That and the way these two BIPOC spoke to one another (there is a certain kind of rapport we non-white folk have w/ each other) was my first hint...that this showrunner ain’t a white dude. The joking about him knowing Arabic...like cheering/teasing when we show our range to one another.  Mainly, this interaction was to show that Sam is to Torres what Steve was to Sam in some ways...with a bit more “brazen kid” on Torres’ part, along w/ introing the idea of the Flagsmashers. ~ Then, naive Sam decides to donate the shield to the Smithsonian...because he doesn’t feel like he’s earned it and because in his mind it still belongs to Cap and because he’s out here trusting this governement even after all the B.S. he’s done lived through.  Even Rhodey was having his doubts... Maybe being around during the blip makes a person more savvy and cynical, IDK. ~ So, then we see Buck in therapy and since I’ve been through trauma, I know that mindset.  Sticking to routine is a big “win”.  Not really caring about anything beyond the bare essentials (yall saw that man’s apartment). And the feeling of being displaced would be amplified by the fact that this man is more so than anyone who has existed(!).  ~ I noticed that Seb leaned into his Rom-Merican accent, which was a great acting choice, it evokes his sense of having traveled without a solid sense of self in a place, because he was essentially, asleep all those decades, while the brainwashed aspect of himself was enslaved to Hydra. I LOVE his therapist.   Fannishness for a cute guy, means a lot of people don’t like her being “mean” to him... But I’mma tell you, as someone who actually has been in therapy for a good bit, you *need* someone who will call you on your bullshit so you can properly work on it.  I love that she’s also a vet and there’s nothing cutesy and coddling in a male-gazey sexy or motherly way. She’s doing her fucking job and not letting his ass slide. To me, that read as a hat-tip to a woman drecting this. So, we see Buck manifest his trauma w/ profound discomfort in his own skin.  He doesn’t know how to interact anymore, how to swagger in this strange time and place (because dude had all kinds of 1940′s swagger and juice back in CA:TFA) So, he’s just awkwardly honest, and beating himself up for that. But... he’s still alive, so he totally perked up in the presence of this attractive server and Yori notices and like so many old people, just busted his chops and skipped all the what he wasn’t gonna do and did it for him, w/ Leah’s confidant acceptance -ahhh, I luv her!- as an assist. ~ Then we flip back to Sam in Delacroix and we meet his sister and his nephews and his community(!) which really nails down Sam the man, the person, the human apart from his underwritten assists to the Avengers. We see that Sarah knows and loves this naively optimistic ‘I will find a way to fix it because it’s the right thing to do’ hard-headed brother.... but good-God! he doesn’t know shit about real-world day-to-day struggle... If you’ve seen Anthony Mackie in The Hurt Locker... one of the big themes explored, is how tough it is for vets who have been through explosions and firefights in another country... to adjust to day-to-day struggle in “normal life”. THAT is what Buck’s therapist was calling out when she said BULLSHIT to him saying he wanted peace (lol, no he doesn’t, like Sam he wants that righeous kind of adrenalin only being in action for “good” gives) and what Sarah is frustrated w/ is regarding him not understanding or respecting the kind of struggle she had to deal w/. ~ As an aside I *loved* her *nose-scratch* “Can I talk to you for a minute??” Whew! That is a black-ass way to let you know someone is pissed w/ you and wants to hash all the shit out. That’s why Sam avoided it, lol... ~ So, the date with Leah, who does all the right things...Goes terribly, because Buck is still too deep in his trauma focus on anything about how great she is.   Note, that just about everything that happened on that date reminded him of aspects of his trauma to the point where Buck, (being an absolute dick!) just fucking, walks out on her!!  I NEED her to chew his ass out for that and I need him to *not* be able to make it up to her (and I’d also love some fanfic, where Buck actually does *ahem* treat her well... I know Asian women be shorted in fanfic too!) ~ So, he goes to Yori’s apartment and stares like an obvious knucklehead (still dealing w/ being stuck in his trauma) at the alter to the man who was just in the way of that brainwashed aspect of himself, pays for the lunch and walks off...AND, NOTE!!  YORI DID NOTICE ALL THIS. So, this will eventually come to a head...yikes! ~ Then we’re back to Sam, and Sarah who tries to have that talk, but old boy ain’t trying to hear it. Insisting that he’s the man to swoop in and save the boat and the business *sigh* by some magic (hanging with magical beings...will do that, I guess). And Sarah smartly is just frustrated and skeptical, but lets him go on and try and fail in the same ways she already did so. many. times... in those five years. ~ And then we see bb Torres being brazen kid stupid amateur spy w/ the Flagsmashers. I honestly thought old masked dude stomped him to death, at first... The camera pan showed the cliched dead-man pose, after all.  I guess he pulled that (super!)stomp, which means... Flagsmashers aren’t the lethal villians here IMO.   I think they escaped from the *real* villian. ~ And then comes some real world racist bullshit... This scene at the bank *nails* a particular kind of frustratingly infuriating racism that is common. Where they will act like they are doing you a favor because they like and want something from you... but still won’t serve you in the same way they would a white person. It’s this strange willfullly “I like you negroes, you entertain me! -but fuck you -but I still like you!” patronizing thing that we know all too well. *whew!* That was real. And then that heartbreaking scene where after Sarah rightly told-ya-so’s.  -Sam is working on that mess of an engine and reality *finally* sets in when the key  didn’t even attempt to turnover.

~ Then Torres messages Sam (and he’s alive!) and we all know Sam knows these Flasgsmashers got super-serum, but isn’t saying. Even TORRES knows (bless his heart). ~ And from there we go straight to the U.S. government rubbing salty dirt in Sam’s wound with the new/fake Cap holding the shield aloft and winking like “It’s mine now, bitch!”. ---And the credits, I won’t get into except to say if you want ALL the spoilers in the credits, watch that linked video, I posted earlier. But they are SIGNIFICANT spoilers.

[snarkwrites]

Title: ghosts of christmases past

Theme: holiday party

Fandom / Character(s):Juice Ortiz x OFC! Hazel Morrow.

Warnings: A little bit angsty/bittersweet here. This is kind of Juice and Hazel being stuck on the side of the road together and... internally reflecting on their last christmas together, alone and earlier at the MC. One in particular. Listen, if I’m never gonna write either version of this story, just enjoy these random ass little bits as they come to me, lmaooo. Love you guys.

FYI, the bit in italics is Haze having a bit of a flashback. This ties to the theme, I promise.. It’s theme adjacent...

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Word Count: uhh.. 300 to 700+, roughly.

My last intention was for this to... Turn angsty and bittersweet. But alas, here we are.. But don’t fret, it ends kinda.. somewhat happily.

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“Sweetie, can you go with Juice into town? Your brother said that Tig and Chibs are sending him after some things for the party tonight and I need a few things too. I’d do it, but I’m kind of enjoying Grandma time with little bit and your nephews.”

My mom thought she was asking the harmless questions. Apparently, she’d completely forgotten how Juice and I can’t even be in the same room anymore without either a shouting match or awkward silence and heavy tension as the air around us filled to the brim with things that hadn’t been said. 

And all I could think was that this time a few years ago, before I left town, we were so happy. I thought he was it for me. I thought back then that by now, we’d be settled down. That maybe Juice would be working at Teller Morrow and I’d be teaching or something.

I swallowed hard and nodded. My mom wasn’t going to let me out of this and obviously, whatever she needed was important.

She handed me a list and some money. I tried to shove the money back at her, explaining that I’d pay, but she wouldn’t hear it. 

As I went to walk out the door, my mom called out to me. “Juice was a better man than Jase.”

I whirled around, gazing at my mother with my brow raised. “ If this is your way of saying you told me so, Mom… Trust me. Lesson learned.”

“No, I was just suggesting that maybe you use the time you’re out with Juice, you at least attempt to talk to him. I know things went wrong back then, but I also know that if you didn’t still feel something and feel it strongly, you wouldn’t spend so much time picking fights with the poor guy. He doesn’t really have anyone but the club, Hazelynn.”

I opened my mouth but I closed it. My mom had a point. And lately, any fool could see that Juice was really going through it.. He rarely talked to anyone, he was always so damn tense I thought he’d jump right out of his skin. If he did have to interact with me, he was even more tense. Standoffish, even, and that wasn’t like the man I’d known years before. That wasn’t the man I loved. Juice was more easy going and a bit of a joker. Not this tense and serious guy he’d apparently turned into as of late.

I was beyond worried about him. To a point where my own current situation was sort of taking a backseat. But any attempt I’d made to reconnect had been met with annoyance. Bitterness. And deep down, that cut me.

He was literally the one man I’d honestly never wanted to give up back then. But I had to at least try to follow my dreams. I had to at least try living a life free of the MC and it’s dangers and scary situations. I’d just needed a break.

“You know I’m right, Hazelynn. You look at him the way I used to look at Jax’s father. You never wanted to break it off back then. You’re home now. You’re safe. You deserve to be happy. And if Juice makes you happy, maybe you need to stop pushing that down and lean into it. Just a thought, sweetie.”

“Mom, I…”

“No buts. Go. I need everything on that list now, not four hours from now.”

I eyed my mom and after a second or two, I walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway, stopping to put on a light jacket. It wasn’t terribly cold, but I knew it would get cooler the later in the afternoon it got.  I made my way down the hall and into the guest room where I’d put down my little girl Serena earlier after she crashed for her daily nap. I leaned over and brushed my lips against her forehead. “Mommy will be back as soon as she can, okay? Until then, Gramma’s got you. Be sweet, little angel.” I muttered, walking to the door of the bedroom and shutting it quietly behind me so the boys didn’t run in and wake her up.

I’d just walked outside when Juice’s motorcycle as well as my brother’s and Opie’s came to a stop in front of my mother’s house. They were laughing and talking and as usual, the second Juice and I locked eyes, his jaw set and the smile was gone. There was only hurt and bitterness there.

Opie and Jax shared a look and quickly retreated to the inside of our mom’s house and I shuffled my feet, trying to figure out a way to ask if he’d give me a ride to town too. Even though I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the last thing he wanted to do was have me riding behind him on his bike. Even something as simple as an accidental brushing of bodies lately seemed to make him overly annoyed.

And it hurt.

I knew I’d hurt him. I just wanted to make up for that. But so far, he wasn’t willing to let me.

“Are you going into town?” I asked the question tentatively. Juice stopped messing with the bike to look over at me and then he shrugged. “Maybe. Why?”

“My mom, uhh.. She needs some stuff from the grocery. I’d go in my car but it’s kind of sitting in Teller Morrow on a jack right now…” I gave a sheepish look and bit my lip, watching his facial expression as he seemed to take forever mulling it over.

“Fine. I’m leavin now though.”

“I’m all ready to go.” I answered, stepping a little closer. I stared up at him intently, noticing just how pronounced the deep circles seemed to be under his eyes. He clearly hadn’t been sleeping.

,, Oh Juice,” I thought to myself, ,, Why do I feel like there’s something wrong but you stubbornly refuse to reach out.”  

He eyed me and bit his lip. For a few seconds, I almost thought he was going to say something. He looked like he wanted to ask me something so badly that it literally almost came out, but he closed his mouth and cleared his throat, nodding to his motorcycle. “Hold on tight.”

I slipped onto the bike behind him, careful to hold on tight but leave distance. Last thing I wanted was for him to get annoyed because I was leaning against him a little.

The ride into town was quiet, only the sounds of the motor and the wind. I shivered a little, wishing I’d opted for a long sleeve beneath my thin jacket too. I’d forgotten just how chilly it got to ride a motorcycle, because I hadn’t done it in so long.

The lights of town were coming into view when things went downhill quick, fast and in a hurry.

The motorcycle got wobbly and Juice swore, pulling over on the side of the road, near one of the canyons. The wind picked up a bit and I hugged myself. Juice kicked at the motorcycle and dragged a hand over his head. A movement which I spent far too long staring at as my mind just kind of… Drifted.

To a Christmas a few years ago, back before everything went so horribly wrong between us.

XXX

“ Baby girl, wake up.”

The warmth of his breath against my ear had my eyes fluttering open and as soon as I saw the bright midmorning sun, I groaned. “Oh no. Mom is going to absolutely murder me.”

“We both crashed. Question, how dead do you think I’m about to be in Clay Morrow’s eyes, scale of ten?” Juice asked the question as he rushed around, grabbing my clothes for me so I could go and jump in the shower. My head was pounding. I knew the few drinks I had the night before at the MC Christmas party had been a very, very bad idea… Especially when you consider that of my entire family, I’m the one who never does things like this.

But last night had been magical. Cuddling in front of a bonfire with Juice, wrapped in a blanket. Stargazing as we sipped cocoa and later, whiskey… and we just kind of really talked about the future. Where we saw things going.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that after I graduated in the spring, I was heading off to UCLA. And that I intended to put distance between myself and Charming for a while. I just.. I needed the break from the rollercoaster of crazy my life had always been. I needed time to process discovering that my father wasn’t the same man as Jax’s father, but Clay Morrow, a man that I really hadn’t ever bonded with. A man that I’d always seen as merely ‘dad’s replacement’. 

I didn’t want to ruin our time left together, so I hadn’t quite told him yet.

His arms wrapped around me from behind just as I went to step into the shower in his bathroom and he muttered quietly against the shell of my ear, “Want some help washing off, baby girl?”

I turned to face him, melting against him and biting my lip as I gave a soft laugh and giggled. “Your hands all over me? It’s only one of my biggest fantasies, baby.”

His mouth crashed against mine passionately, our tongues tangling, his hands all over me as he pulled me even closer somehow and mumbled into the deep and passionate kiss, “Love you so fuckin much baby girl. Can’t wait until we don’t have to deal with curfews and all this other shit. When it’s just you an’ me. Our own little family.”

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and smiled up at him, nodding even though I knew I wouldn’t be around for a while. But not having the heart to tell him…

XXX

“I asked you a question, Haze. You listenin to me?” Juice’s stern tone had my head snapping up and I bit my lip, surveying the blown tire. I finally managed to clear my mind from my memories enough to ask what he’d said and he grumbled, repeating himself.

He’d asked if I had any signal on my cell phone. I handed it over and he took it, unlocking it and promptly pausing.

And in that moment, I wanted to kick myself, because I forgot that I’d taken a photo of him with Serena asleep a few days ago at the MC when she got dropped off there to be watched by Jax and the guys until I finished my shift at the hospital. I’d come in to find her asleep on Juice’s chest, arms around his neck. She’d told me on the way home that she had three favorite uncles now… Apparently, she’d really bonded with Juice.

I told myself that I put the picture on my phone because my little girl was in it. But deep down I knew it was more or less because the two people I loved most in the world were in a photo together and I wanted it where I could see it every time I had a shitty day or a long double shift at the hospital.

He glanced at me, rubbing his hand over his head and held the phone back out in haste. “None. Same as mine. We’re either walkin or we’re standin here all night. Because I don’t exactly have a spare.”

“Shit… I.. I can walk up the road a little, see if maybe I can pick up service.” I offered, starting to walk away before Juice even had a chance to verbally answer. I’d gotten a few feet away from the motorcycle and Juice and I heard him running to catch up, stopping me.

“It’s getting dark. I’ll come with ya.”

“I figured you might want some space, I… you were getting annoyed.” I mumbled softly, staring up at him. His entire expression changed and he sighed quietly, shaking his head no, tilting my chin up when I decided it was better if I looked down and not directly at him.

Because I couldn’t take the pain in his eyes anymore. I also hated that I was the reason it was there to begin with.

Everything had gone so horribly wrong between us and it was all my fault. All because I’d been too afraid to do what I really wanted. Too young, too stupid, too filled with all these big plans. Plans that all went wrong and even if they did go alright, they always felt wrong. I’d never really felt like I was where I was supposed to be.

But since I’d come home?

I hadn’t felt like I was ever supposed to be anywhere else. Maybe I never should’ve left. Maybe then my daughter would have a good father and not some prick of a sperm donor who was already married and wanted no part of her, or of me.

“I wasn’t. It’s just hard bein around you… Knowin that I wasn’t enough.” Juice mumbled quietly and I gave a quiet gasp.

“Juice, you’ve always been more than I deserved.” I found the courage to actually hold his gaze, my brows knit in concern because his words weren’t like him… and somehow, I knew he meant them and that he felt them.

Had he always felt them?

“That’s not why I left…” I started, only to go silent. “I left because I had to know if there was more to life. I needed a break from the craziness and I had a lot on my mind. I was so in love with you that sometimes it scared me.” I trailed off completely, muttering the last part “I wish I never left every single day.” quietly enough that I thought maybe he wouldn’t hear it.

But he did hear it. And he tilted my chin again, leaning down a little, his mouth brushing against mine. “It’s also hard bein around you because I still love you, baby girl. I never stopped. I just thought you didn’t...”

“I didn’t what?” I asked, my mouth brushing up against his with each word that left it. His fingertips dug into my waist and I rubbed against him just a little, my breaths shaky and erratic. Everything coming at me so fast I didn’t have time to process. I waited on him to answer.

“That maybe you didn’t love me.” he finally answered, adding quickly, “I was scared back then too…” his hand caressed my cheeks and he stared into my eyes. The wind picked up and he wrapped his arms around me to try keeping me warm just a little.

“I still love you too.” I admitted it quietly, making him blink in shock when his eyes met mine. He swallowed hard and started to  tenderly move his hands up and down my sides, one hand stopping to caress my cheek all over again.

“First.. We get off the side of the fuckin road.. Then, baby girl… when we get back to the MC, we’re going to have a serious talk, okay?”

I gave a soft laugh and nodded. “Okay. That’s fair enough. Let’s go try to find a spot with some service, yeah?”

“Yeah, even though I don’t wanna let you go right now.”

“You have all night to dance with me and hold me.. Like that last Christmas party we went to back then.. I’ve missed us so much.” I pointed out, making him nod.

Nothing mattered but getting back to the MC. Because I had so much I wanted to say. So much I needed to do to make things right again. To show him that I loved him and I’d missed him every single day I was away. That I made a huge mistake back then and I was so sorry.

[user-name-not-found5]

Interrogation Techniques pt. 8

Whew! Sorry this has taken so long to update, I had to take a little break from social media. Anyway, I'm hoping to finish this up soon. Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 7

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: Mild violence/references to violence, references to killing of the younglings in the original prequels, villain is convinced he's the hero

BB-8 rolled down the corridors, occasionally stopping to consult the holo-map he’d pulled from the base systems. The trooper jogged beside him, wheezing through his helmet.

“Come… on…. man…” BB-8 stopped at a door port, letting the trooper catch his breath as he docked into the system. Hands on his knees, 2187 yanked his helmet off, tucking it under his arm. “You’re going to need.... A retinal… scan… to…” He held up a hand. “Gimme a sec…”

I’m not sending a comm outside the base. I’m sending one from inside.

The trooper sighed, running his hand over his face. “I don’t. Speak. Droid!”

Well, I don’t speak IDIOT.

The door whirred open, and BB slid inside, 2187 close behind. He quirked an eyebrow at the array of glowing panels and buttons, placing his hands on the center console. BB docked into another port, navigating slowly through the system until he found what he was looking for.

“Alright, you do your thing, we’ll get your pilot, and then we’re out of here, okay?” He paced, running his hands over his short-cropped hair. “Stars, let the Captain be on… I don’t know, a lunch break? Blaster-cleaning? Disciple row? Anything but patrol right now.”

A panel across the room began to hum, and BB rolled over to access the new port. He turned his head towards the trooper, giving his best attempt at a reassuring beep. The half-hearted smile he got in response was encouraging enough that he didn’t feel so guilty turning back to his work. The pair sat in silence for a bit, the soft whirring of machinery keeping them company before BB slid back with a triumphant little ditty.

“You got it?”

Hell-fucking-yeah I did!

The trooper’s comm beeped, and he clicked the speaker, letting the automated voice play out.

“Attention all base personnel. Please route around the detention corridor. A hazardous chemical spill has made the area unsuitable for transversal. Repeat. Route around the detention corridor.”

He raised an eyebrow at the droid. “For a little guy, you’re really scary, you know that?”

Thank me later. Let’s go get Poe.

Ren sat completely still, his legs crossed in front of him, his back perfectly straight as he inhaled, and exhaled again slowly. His mind floated out, spreading like a dark cloud. Something was catching his attention, something drifting closer, ever closer. Something strong, something… He stiffened. Her face formed in the cloud, the darkness draining and replaced by blinding light until she blinked into view. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, brown eyes full of sadness.

“Ben.”

“You know that isn’t my name anymore.” His voice came out as a low hiss, eyes boring into her, willing her to go away.

Rey shook her head. “I will always look at you as the man who used to be my friend. Not the man you have become.”

“Then you are weak. Blinded by foolish attachments,” He sneered. “Your Master would be disappointed in you.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat as she flinched back, barely perceptible, but he knew her well. Too well… they’d grown up together, in the temple. She had been one of his closest friends, for so long…

“Ben,” Her voice was soft, coaxing. “I understand your anger. Your pain. Luke has made many mistakes, but he is only one man. He is haunted by a past that we may never understand. I’m sorry that he pushed you so far.”

He inhaled sharply. A bitter laugh slipped through his lips. “I thought you were more than this- his feeble messenger. Rey, a noble Jedi Knight, has been reduced to a mouthpiece for a corrupt, mad old man.” He shook his head. “You excuse his actions so easily- no matter his past, I trusted him. I needed him, I needed his guidance against the darkness,” His voice caught in his throat as the familiar roar of anger pressed in. “And he tried to murder me. His nephew.” His fists tightened. “Who’s to say he won’t try to kill you? Or follow in his father’s footsteps, and end the Jedi Order, bathing it in blood once again? It wasn’t the Clones that ended the next generation- it was my grandfather, from the inside.”

He was surprised when she nodded.

“You’re right, Ben. What he did, it was unforgivable. You needed him, you needed his confidence in you, you needed his trust. I’m sorry that he failed you. Which is why I won’t,” She brushed through the mists, and he could almost feel her hand on his skin back in his quarters. “I won’t fail. I will bring you back where you belong. Together, we can fix this. We can bring peace, Ben. Your anger has guided you this far, but where does it leave you?” She wrapped her arms around him gently. “You traded one Master for another.”

Ben snapped out of his meditation, sweat pooling on his back. She had seen so far into him, looked at his anger, and hatred, and hurt, and had still asked him to come home. Rey had always been good at that- they had a deep connection, growing up so close together. Hers had been the shoulder he cried on when he missed home, his was the shoulder she leaned on when a nightmare about the desert sands plagued her. She never spoke much of her past- he knew that in the power vacuum left after the Sith destroyed each other, several factions of the former Galactic empire vied for power. Many people had died, and the carnage had continued until he’d risen. He rolled his shoulders back. She spoke of bringing peace, and yet the Resistance was the source of the continued conflict. He had reunited the Empire, shaped and molded and forced it into the form of the First Order. He had ended the needless battles of factions, quelled the bloodshed, using force only when those little scraps had failed to recognize his new rule. He was the son of a Princess, he was well-versed in the lessons of diplomacy that she had vested to him; where his diplomacy failed, the anger of his Master’s betrayal fueled him into battle.

“I have brought peace,” The words slipped from his lips, hanging softly in the air. “The Jedi are meant to be peace-keepers. They should be on my side.”

But he was a tyrant. His hands curled into fists.

He had a map to follow.

Poe groaned. He was hanging from his wrists, held in suspension as energy surged around him, occasionally hitting him with a pulse that left him gasping for breath. He wasn’t sure when he’d last seen Ren- a few times, he’d passed out from the pain, or exhaustion, leaving him to wonder how many hours he’d lost to darkness. He was alone, at least. A few times, he’d woken to the stares of a few troopers, muttering orders to each other and adjusting the dials on the console. He was beginning to lose his resolve, as much as he hated to admit it. It would be nice, really, to just let go. Give the map up, and at least he could die. He snarled, fire surging in his gut. What was he thinking- he wouldn’t be the only one to die. These were children he was talking about, innocent kids, born with a power through no fault of their own. They needed the Jedi, needed that guidance, and he wasn’t going to let them suffer just because he was hurting. He jolted again as another surge crested through his body. He’d almost rather be under Ren again…

He shivered, despite himself. The aphrodisiac had a lingering effect, creeping into his dreams with memories of the heat in his belly, the leather glove clasped around his mouth, fingers curled in his hair. The way he’d shaken beneath him, the hot breath against his ear as he’d been fucked into a daze. He’d enjoyed it, and that thought disturbed him more than the idea of further torture.

The door slid open as another surge hit him, and he gasped, his back spasming at the pressure. Chest heaving, he jut his chin forward at the trooper who hovered in the doorway.

“Come to turn up the pressure again? Shame, I was getting a bit bored of this method.”

His eyes widened as the trooper leaned back into the hall, and waved someone forward, ducking into the room. Rather than head to the console, he waited by the door, until a small ball of energy rolled into the room. Poe laughed incredulously.

“BB-8?!”

Thank the stars! Master Poe!

BB-8 whirred happily, docking into a port. Poe dropped, the trooper catching him carefully in his arms, and helping him to his feet. He fixed him with a confused glance, flicking his gaze back and forth from the white helmet to BB.

“He a friendly?”

As far as I can tell. Looking for a pilot to get off this hellhole.

He arched an eyebrow, cocking his head at the trooper. “You a defector?”

The trooper was quiet for a second before pushing his helmet up, and setting it to the side. Poe’s eyes lingered on his face. He had wide, dark eyed, short-cropped dark hair, and full lips. He was handsome. He shook the thought, tacking it up to the last of the drugs.

“I’m not going to kill for them.” His voice was firm, but he spoke quietly. Poe just nodded, and let him help him hobble towards the door. BB picked up the rear, and the trio moved quickly down the hallway, to the hangar.

[multsicorn]

@likearumchocolatesouffle I would like to clarify that “let’s pretend no one can tell how in love they are” is very much not what The Untamed does!  Literally EVERYONE can tell how in love the two main characters are.  Like:

The protagonist’s sister asks him if he likes anyone ‘like that.’  (He says, ‘to like someone like that, isn’t it like putting a halter around your own neck?’  oh bb.  But the point is there’s no one else he could be talking about.)  The protagonist’s brother fights with him, at one point, by referring to his ‘great friendship’ with his love interest in a scornful tone.  (Resorting to homophobia’s not okay no matter how good your reasons for being mad at your brother!  But the fact that it’s an insult the one time their relationship is explicitly called a friendship is telling, imo.)

The love interest’s brother welcomes the protagonist, when the love interest brings him to their family home, with a long story about their parents’ relationship, containing multiple unsubtle parallels to the state of what’s going on between the protagonist and the love interest.  Also a very odd sort of a shovel talk.

The first and flattest of the three major villains threatens the protagonist with the idea that the love interest could be in danger; the last major villain confrontation, likewise, starts out with the villain saying to the protagonist, about the love interest, ‘How could he [defy me]?  I have his life [you] in my hands.’

When the big fucking declaration of love... I mean, I guess, loyalty?, to the censors?... happens in the middle of a battle scene, the entire crowd has hilariously appropriate ‘IS IT REALLY THE TIME NOW GUYS’ expressions.

And these are just a few highlights!  Not getting into poor Wen Ning’s third-wheeling, or Jingyi’s shocked chicken-dropping as one of his teachers goes up to join the other one in the top room of the inn together, bringing the forbidden! liquor! with him, or Lan Xichen’s and Jiang Yanli’s continuous support of the wangxian (that’s the pairing name) agenda (that’s love interest’s brother and protagonist’s sister), or Jiang Cheng’s continuous jealousy/abandonment issues with his brother (the protag) leaving him for a boyfriend, oh no, or Lan Qiren’s continuous disapproval of what a not-a-nice-boy his nephew has chosen, or... anything about parallels, or symbolism, or walking-the-line-of-censorship things the protagonists say about or do with each other.  Just other peoples’ opinions of them!

That’s why we say... it’s censored, but it’s canon.

[yeetusweenus]

Big Brother Tumblr Tag Game

Rules:

If you are tagged copy and paste the rules and all questions

Answer the questions

Tag 3-5 people to also complete the questions

Tagged by @birthdaykeesha , thanks Justine 💞

About You (feel free to not answer all of these if you aren’t comfortable doing so)

1. Name or nickname? Uly

2. Age/Age Group? 21

3. Zodiac Sign? Virgo

4. Favorite Color? Green

5. Favorite Animal? Sugar Gliders

6. First Season of BB you remember watching? BB15 (sadly)

7. Would you ever want to go on BB, if so, what type of player would you be? YES, omg I daydream every now and then though the reality would probably be much more different. In all honesty, I’d probably be a floater who tries to be in everyone’s good side and hope my social game is good. I’ll probably be evicted mid-jury if i’m lucky

8. Are there other CBS shows you’d want to go on, and if so, why? Survivor omg, another source of daydreams for me. I might end up getting medevaced if i do though

9. What other Reality shows do you watch? Just Survivor, BB, and RPDR honestly, though I used to watch some others like Masterchef, etc.

10. All time favorite houseguest? This is difficult so i’ll just say Da’vonne since she’s who I currently love rn

About the Show

1. What is your all time Favorite twist? I love the Ika shredding letters one and also the Loveita/Kelsey room from BBCAN (even though Kelsey came back instead of Godveita)

2. What is a twist that you like, but kind of flopped? The saboteur twist i thought was really interesting but it just didn’t pan out since miss Annie was evicted first

3. If you were the new Grodner and had to remake the show, what would you keep the same? Nothing LOL except like the general skeleton of the game probs (like HOH and vetos would still exist) 

4. What would you change? Casting is probably the main one, less archetypes, more BIPOC, more LGBTs, etc. Make the show last less days also.

5. What’s your all time favorite comp? Don’t clock me but I love the knockout quiz comps like i love the whole procedure and when it pans out correctly, it leads to so much drama (see BB12)

6. What’s your all time favorite competition? In terms of a specific competition, I like the majority rules comp that Jen won 

7. All time favorite punishment? Paulie’s baking punishment will never not make me LOL. Michelle’s unitard is also a classic and watching her flip out with it on was funny as well

8. If you could bring any houseguest back to be in the house (not to play the game) who would it be and why? I’m going to go with Britney or Da’vonne, they’re both really fun personalities

9. If you could bring any houseguest back to play, who would it be? Candace and Helen from BB15, as well as Dom and Kemi. All deserve a second chance in my opinion

10. What is your most memorable episode? For me, it would be the episode of Miichelle winning HOH in 10

11. If you could have any reality star from any other show on BB who would it be? I would love someone from Survivor, maybe Michaela or Abi Maria? LOL

12. What’s your favorite BB series outside of normal BBUS (normal BBUS does not include CBBUS or BBOTT) BBCAN2 for sure

13. Favorite Julie Chen sign off? I don’t remember ASNDKFNKLAF I’m seriously blanking

14. Is there anything from old BB that you would bring back, why or why not, and if yes, what would it be? Maybe the lack of twists and more genuine casting.

15. If you were in the BB house and you won HoH what album would be in your HoH basket and who would you want to receive a letter from? I would probably have Emotion by CRJ or folklore by TS. My letter would be from my sister probably <3

16. Favorite Alliance? Libra, Keesha, and April.💕Also Candace, Helen, and Elissa

17. Funniest BB moment? Paul losing twice :)

18. Favorite first boot? Annie from BB12 was iconique 

19. Least favorite houseguest? Pail. Cody is getting really close as well.

20. Favorite BB couple? Uhh, pass? Maybe Ika and Dem idk

This or That

1. Old School BB or New School BB? Old for sure

2. Julia or Liz Nolan? Neither tbh ASDBKFKJASB

3. Vaness Rousso or Jun Song? I didn’t watch Jun’s season so I have to pick Vanessa 👁️👄👁️

4. Cody Calafiore or Cody Nickson? Again, neither AKSJJAJSJSJ idk if this is cheating

5. Swaggy or Bayleigh? Bay 💯

6. Janelle or Kaysar? Kaysar!!

7. Orwell or the rubber duck? Who?AKKSJAJSJ Im dumb I don't get the ref

8. Hacker twist or Pandora’s Box? Pandora's box

9. Nicole A or Nicole F? Don't make me choose y'all I-

10. Dan or Will? Dan

11. Bathroom with Bathroom sand (BB18) or The Fidget Spinner Wall (BB20)? Bathroom sand was iconic lol

12. The Hive or The Spy Grils? Spy girls

13. PB&J or Slop? PB and J, slip looks rancid

14. Nerdy Guy archetype or Quirky Girl archetype? Quirky girl gave us Bridgette so-

15. The cursed liztin gif or the Maven (BB19) cum rag? AKJDJAJSJEJ DELETE THIS NEPHEW (I choose Maven tho 👀)

Tag Questions

1. First Season you blogged? I lurk all the time but this would be the first season I blog !!

2. Favorite season to blog? Can't answer this one since it's my first ajhejahs

3. Favorite Bloggers? I have to many AJDHJAHSH but bathroom-sand, maxdoesbb, pretty much anyone I follow tbh they're all Hilarious

4. Favorite tag cryptid (i.e. djmrod, the confession accounts, the bayler stan account, stella) that one Kaycee stan I forgot his name

5. Build an ideal alliance with people from the tag. I'd build an alliance with all the thirsty ones so we can bond over our thirst-

6. Favorite content creator (gifs, videos, posts). @ keesha 💕 she has good gifs

7. Person in the tag that you like but are too nervous to talk to? Don't make me expose myself AKJDJAJSJEJ

8. Have you played in any tag games (like bbdiscords, orgs, etc.,) if so what was your favorite experience? Nooo but I want to though I'm too shy

9. Favorite gate? Selfiegate and truth gate for sure

10. What opinions do you have that you feel would be unpopular in the tag? I dont care that Christmas broke her ankle AKSJJAJSJ There I said it

11. Have you thirst followed anyone after a selfiesgate? 👀 I plead the fifth

12. Whose someone in the tag that has stopped blogging bb that you miss? I haven't seen twerking-down-the-highway liveblog this season :(

13. Favorite holiday people have called Christmas? My Birthday made me cackle 🤣

14. If you could steal any url whose would it be? The Keesha or jaysar one 😭

15. Favorite tag meme? (i.e. Paul;s mistake, victim noises, claling chr*stmas anything but her name, etc.,) Calling Christmas felon or criminal KAJSJAJSJSJ it's what she deserves

Tag 3-5 people (or more or less)

I tag

@64560 @neeleyjakkson @glisteningwind @dc-gay but if anyone else wants to participate feel free 💕

[seekingthestars]

sarah watches the untamed: liveblogging adventures, part thirty the untamed boys

(aka: oh ho ho you thought we were done, did you? [she did too.])

uhhhh. yeah. oops? no one will care about these but i.love.them. so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the untamed boys, ep 1:

ji li complaining about waiting forever lol

and cyc complaining about being hungry bc he had to wait so long for ji li XD

fanxing is like…not even paying attention, he’s just playing on his phone HAHAHA

ji li “how about THIS i’ll cut yu bin’s hair doing a handstand, i want to cut his yellow hair” he is truly chaos

yu bin and fanxing just lounging all over each other is adorable, i love this uncle and nephew

bowen LOL “bring it on, who cares.”

“Stop talking about me!” /ZOOMS AWAY — WHY IS FANXING SO CUTE I ADORE THIS MARSHMALLOW

fanxing pouting and clinging onto yu bin and yu bin just letting him and hugging him back, fanxing is a koala and stupidly adorable

ji li sliiiiiiding around XDD

“This is our cultivation process” JI LI ILU

jiyang’s FACE when he says he’s lost a lot of hair already fjeaoiwfjw

[ it’s time for Ji Li’s nonsense ] OH GOOD :D :D :D

“can you control your child please?!” NO BOWEN, NO ONE CAN CONTAN JI LI

JIYANG IS SO CUTE IN THE RECORDING STUDIO ;n;

jiyang in this pink and white striped sweater is Peak Softness

the choreographer being grumpy at fanxing makes me ;;;;;;;;;;;;;; yu bin going to pat him makes me ;u;

zfx saying he wanted to give up and pull out so he would stop dragging the rest down makes me ;AAAA;

when fanxing goes “i forgot my actions just now” and puts his hands to his head it is VERY cute but also i just wanna wrap him up in fifteen blankets and tuck him in bed and give him his preferred bedtime drink and tell him he’s doing amazing TINY BABY ;;

AWWWW they got a Halloween cake!!

you’re ALL doing great my lil beans, i proud of youuuu

the untamed boys, episode 2:

dammit all, xiao zhan is so pretty

GOD SONG JIYANG IS SO CUTE UGH

cyc with his hair all pinned up out of his face so he can get his makeup done is freaking adorable

zheng fanxing is so small and cute i will protect this bean

i appreciate that ji li’s jacket says “Maniac” on the back bc.....yeah. i know it’s part of the brand, but STILL. appropriate. such a good boy though, saying he wants to walk around and put everyone in good spirits for the show

fanxing eating his banana CUTIE

i love xiao zhan’s little hat omg

wyb “I don’t think you have ever beaten me before” LOL SASSY

BOWEN BREAKING THE LITTLE TOY CAR THING AND THEN JUST GIVING UP HAHAHA

xz talking about how hard his solo song is to sing but he does such a great job of it, i love his solo song ;~~~~;

good god yu bin saying they rehearsed for 13 hours and slept for like 1-2, how the heck were any of them alive enough to do the show dang

POOR LITTLE FANXING LOOKING SO LOST AND CONFUSED XD

ji li in the audience cute cute

yibo 😭❤️

jiyang’s fan dance!!!! i love jiyang’s fan dance!!!!

FANXING T______T he’s crying so much he’s shaking omg baby omg now i’m gonna cry ;;;;;;;;;;

cyc is so pretty ugh

god every time fanxing cries i just want to wrap him up in a million blankets and rub his back until he feels better

them all saying goodbye to their characters is so EMOTIONAL, and they’re all emotional and xz’s voice cracked and i lost it ;AAAAAAA;

xz and wyb closing it out, my heart ;~~~~~~;

the untamed boys, episode 3: I’m so freaking excited about this chaos oh my god

THE LITTLE FOX PIN THING ON ZANJIN’S SWEATER. CUUUUUTE. also i like that sweater, do want

they get in the van and ji li IMMEDIATELY starting his chaos by yelling at zanjin omg i am living

them pretending to see Disney omg they’re all so dumb

they look so COOOOLD little penguins

fanxing shielding zanjin’s eyes from the sun like the sweet little bb he is

yu bin with his famous poem he’s such a DORK

fanxing time! “i think the boxes are where our staff is” LOL big brain energy from the small boy

ji li and zzj together!

DUMB AND DUMBER BROTHERS “We 2 are crazy” AT LEAST YOU ADMIT IT HAHAHAHA

FINALLY!!!!!! THE LINE!!!!!! “I DON’T FEEL LIKE USING MY BRAIN OUT HERE TODAY!” ZANJIN, IT IS ICONIC

Bowen’s little baby hop to reach the box fjewiaofawe he’s so TALL

“Why!!!!” omg he’s found two and can’t get anything open XDDD

YU BIN’S CACKLE WHEN HE FOUND THE BOX HAHAHAHA and he got it open! such an easy question, he’s so pleased hahaha

“Wow this game really makes people confused” poor Bowen with the empty brain XD “WHAT.” “HOW MANY CHICKENS DID HE STEAL.” i’m dying HAHAHAHA

fanxing found a box!! so smart, this one, he has much knowledge

JI LI AND ZZJ TRYING TO CLIMB THE POLE OMG DUMB DUMB DUMB

oh my god cyc and he peng tormenting ji li and zanjin is hysterical, they’re so chaotic

YU BIN’S DUMBASS LAUGHTER FJEIOWFJWE

ji li changing what was in the box L O L and STUFFING THE CLUE IN HIS SHOE L O L

bowen is so sweet “i need to hurry up and find a box for fanxing!!!!!” but fanXING ALREADY HAS ONE XD

oh nooo zanjin found a box but it’s the one fanxing already opened XDD

CYC’S DUMB LAUGH OMG

FANXING’S VOICE IS SO SOFT every time he speaks i’m just like FJEWIOF WAIT

he is a BABY

calling fanxing “little a-yuan” look i am weak and i am soft

i love how so far everyone’s been eliminated for just attacking the wrong person lol their web of lies and deception is so deep

why is yu bin stroking bowen’s face lol

omg it’s yu bin’s gross marshmallow time

did they just stick entire unpeeled bananas on the grill 

ji li singing XDDD

yu bin using the eggplant as a mic for bowen XD

cute bunch of boys c:

the untamed boys, episode 4:

(How drop-dead gorgeous they are!) -- Correct caption is very correct

ALL HUDDLED TOGETHER LIKE LITTLE PENGUINS AGAIN :D

“Can we have something to eat inside?” “Or anything to drink~?” PLS JIYANG AND FANXING TOO CUTE

LOL THIS FACE JIYANG

JI LI’S “NO~”

cyc: “HE LIKES SLEEPING NAKED” fanxing: slowly covers ears  XDDDDD

yu bin’s guess of “he talks with a doll before going to sleep” omg i’m dying

jiyang’s like “when did i act cute” and then poUTS AT THE CAMERA fjewioafjawe

them guessing all of jiyang’s before he can even pick a person LOLOL

ji li going “yu bin sent me a message once and i replied 14 days later” LOL I RELATE i have legit done that, not on purpose, i just forget, i’m really bad at forgetting to reply if i don’t see the message/notification constantly, i have goldfish memory

ji li “I quit, I don’t wanna compliment him anymore” XDDDD

fanxing is so small and cute pls he’s like four someone get him a juice box

jiyang, bowen, yu bin VS fanxing, ji li, yuchen!

YUCHEN DANG but also fanxing going “OHHH!!!” and clapping and hopping along in excitement jfeiowafw

fanxing with the big paw gloves omg

yuchen is so good at this

ji li: “it hurts!!” fanxing: runs up to him and cups ji li’s cheeks in his giant paw gloves all concerned SO. CUTE.

them all being dumb and dancing around during halftime fjeiowaf

fanxing sneaking a snack in XD

fanxing trying to grab the ball and just falling over with it PLS SOMEONE PROTECT HIM HE IS SO SMALL

cyc and ji li are both surprisingly good at this, esp. cyc

and then he whacked ji li in the face feioawjfawe POOR JI LI

yu bin’s hat falls off “THIS IS MY LIFE WHICH CAN’T BE LOST” XD

the untamed boys, episode 5: dinner party time! /chants WZC WZC WZC :D :D :D

WZC WZC!!!!!! “I’m just hungry” LOL

AND GUO CHENG!! :D

nom nom eat up hungry boys!!

ohhhh everyone got hidden tasks oh fun!

yu bin just singing omg fjiewoafjwaeo; XDD

everyone in this cast in their own brand of chaotic, it’s so great 

the interview part with cyc in that suit and those glasses HEART EYES

jiyang’s drawing is cute!

wzc about yu bin: “he’s the fish who loves singing in my heart!” XDDD

yu bin’s scribbles of ji li BLESS IT “I usually don’t get what he means, just like this drawing that’s not understandable.”

“what about the lost arm????” “HE DID LOSE IT AT THE END!!!!!!” ilovejili

omg they’re gonna be baristas omg so CUTE, the coffee shop AU of everyone’s dreams thank you 🙏

ji li’s face when he tries the drink HE made XDDD and fanxing consistently refusing to try it XD

fanxing and yu bin duo is the CUTEST and fanxing’s constant little pouty faces when they can’t get anyone to agree to coffee jfieowajfawe

ji li and yi zhou are doing no better XDD 

bowen seeing the puppy and immediately stopping what he’s doing to run after it screaming “OHHHH!!!!!” is such a mood

bowen is so chaotic, chasing puppies, screaming at people in boats XD

fanxing chasing down the foreigner omg lol

they made such a mess of the cup lol but they’re so CUTE i would forgive them if they were my baristas

nie bros got a customer!

“I’m the wiiiiiinner, sorry!” JI LI THAT WAS STUPIDLY CUTE SHUT UP

“What winner, you’re the waiter.” LOLOLOL YU BIN

BOWEN GIVING HIS COAT TO THE GUY HAHAHA

literally the coffee shop of my dreams, pls, all the cute waiters

yu bin just swooping over and shoving ji li out of the way to talk to the lady XDD

fanxing talking to the lady washing dishes and about his mom and all the part time jobs he had and he is such a soft sweet little bean

and we did it! that’s a wrap on The Untamed Boys! (er, the show anyway lol) that was fun, I enjoyed myself and laughed a lot bc they’re dumb and adorable :’)

[merinnan]

DMBJ Ep 8

The Xiaoge Rescue Count at the start of ep 8 remains at 9 for Wu Xie, 13 for the protagonists, 14 for everyone. 

 The newly added Wu Xie Swoon Count remains at 4, since he didn't faint on the tree, he just lost his grip.

And can I just add, I was VERY DISAPPOINTED to have an entire episode without a Xiaoge rescue

- And we start with a brief flashback? recap? redo? of the last few moments of ep 7 

- In order to watch Wu Xie's oh so pretty fall from the tree, obvs

-Oooh, this time he's holding on to A-Ning for longer and hasn't fallen yet 

- And over to Sanshu and Pan Zi 

- Who have reached the surface 

- Because apparently this cavern was just fully open to the surface the entire time 

- And no-one noticed

- Okay, I just have to pause here because of how FUCKING RIDICULOUS the corpse-eaters look 

- It looks like a fucking cartoon alien or something 

- See?

- Okay, back to what's going on 

- Wu Xie being cutely self-sacrificial to try to save A-Ning from having the evil bug munch on her, and for once, she's willing to risk herself/her people for him instead

- "Don't worry, I've been vaccinated" she says, as if that will stop the flesh eating bug from EATING HER 

- NOW we get the oh-so-pretty fall 

- With the wide eyed look of surprise 

- That was a conveniently placed very large branch 

- That could have been a much nastier fall

-  Xiaoge's 'Wu Xie is in Danger' senses are tingling

- Go, Xiaoge, go! You know you want to! 

- Your future bf is in danger!

- Angry face! Again, Wu Xie seems to bring out the most emotion in Xiaoge

- Time for some bloodletting again 

- Xiaoge Rescue Count: 10 for Wu Xie, 14 for the protagonists, 15 for everyone

- Off the evil bugs scatter, leaving Xiaoge to be Very Concerned about Wu Xie

- VERY

- CONCERNED

- Sanshu and Pan Zi watching and now can feel better that Wu Xie is gonna be okay 

- Very convenient vine right there for Sanshu to throw down to A-Ning 

- Okay, now I should probably rewind a bit and see what they were saying while I was being distracted by these very close poses

- Ah, okay, the blood repellent is wearing off. Yeah, getting out would be good 

- But Wu Xie going no, no, I've been poisoned, leave me and go 

- Dammit Wu Xie 

- You just ate kirin blood 

- It's probably still good for a bit 

- I don't think you're going to die of poison anymore

- Hahahah, Pangzi, you said something to make me like you 

- Sure, you all came together, so all get poisoned and die together 

- Wu Xie managing to be partially sensible even while he's trying to sacrifice himself. Again.

- Okay, how come that vine has leaves on the surface, but no leaves in the cavern? It seems to magically get leaves once it gets hauled up. 

- Man, this is really not good for Pan Zi, trying to help haul someone up when he's still got a roughly bandaged gut wound

- And now they've got A-Ning up. 

- 3 out, 3 to go. 

- Xiaoge standing there watching Wu Xie get hauled up towards the exit

- Is that the hint of a smile I see?

- And that is a someone is about to get their shit fucked up look

- And now they have Wu Xie out, and he looks like he's about to pass out again 

- Sanshu finally remembers High Shao and Chengcheng and goes racing over to where they left them

- Okay, like, seriously, if they were THAT CLOSE to where they dug into the tomb, how did, like, no-one notice the HUGE FUCKING HOLE IN THE GROUND leading to a huge cavern filled with an underground tree?

- I can excuse the Wu party because they got distracted by the hole High Jr fell into and realising what that hole must be 

- But A-Ning's people have been skulking around the forest

- They should have noticed the HUGE FUCKING HOLE leading to the UNDERGROUND CAVERN RIGHT WHERE THE TOMB THEY'RE LOOKING FOR IS 

- Aaand A-Ning's guys apparently took High Jr, Chengcheng, & their computer equipment, but left behind the petrol cans that were taken from *their* camp

- As you do 

- And now Pangzi is up 

- That's a big tree and a lot of bugs. I'm not sure two cans of petrol is going to be enough to burn them all. 

- Also, you guys remember that Xiaoge is still down there, right? 

- ...you don't have a lighter or anything on you? 

- Really?

- Pangzi to the rescue 

- HOW THE FUCK did two cans of petrol create an explosion of that size? 

- Dude pulling a gun on Chengcheng. Please. Shoot her. I'm begging you. 

- ...and which ones are your friends, Chengcheng? 

- I have my suspicions

- Oh, NOW you remember the guy who has saved your life 10 times, Wu Xie 

- Awwww, Wu Xie is so worried about Xiaoge 

- WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE BEEN WORRIED BEFORE YOU SET EVERYTHING ON FIRE, WU XIE?

- Oh, there you are, Xiaoge. Lurking behind a tree watching your future bf worry about you and yell out your name trying to find you

- You tell him, Chengcheng. For once you're actually right. 

- Broken clock, twice a day, all that 

- I still want him to just fucking shoot you, though 

- Look, she even dared you to do it

- Please 

- Do it 

- Damn it, High Shao having to be the reasonable one and talk him down

- Awwww, he's so pleased to see A-Ning. The sheer delight on his face was just adorable. 

- A bit blurry, but there we go

- So you're just going to leave your entire campsite behind and not take any of it with you 

- At least A-Ning is doing the right thing & not trying to take Wu Xie & his friends prisoner. 

- No, don't do that stupid romantic music while Wu Xie & A-Ning look at each other 

- Boo hiss

- Wu Xie, did you really expect her to tell you? How many times has she told you she won't? 

- Shut up, Chengcheng 

- High Shao: "You look like you're going to faint" 

Wu Xie: *faints* 

High Shao: *surprised Pikachu face*

- Wu Xie Swoon Count: 5 

- And he wakes up back in the village hostel in the most ridiculous pyjamas 

- Covered in oranges, lemons, and bananas. And cherries? 

- Oh, no, just a top 

- Because he slept in jeans

- Dude 

- Could no-one find him more comfortable pants to sleep in?

- Of fucking course Pan Zi's wound got infected, with how roughly it was bandaged and then how much dirt and blood and soot and bark he got dragged around in 

- Yeah, someone yelling fire is never a good sign 

- And there's a huge fire on the mountain

- Yes, Wu Xie, that huge explosion & fire you set off probably DID cause that 

- You should have taken her into the tomb with you & thrown her at the bugs 

- Either they'd have eaten her, or they'd have found her so awful that they'd have stayed away from her 

- Either way, win win

- Pangzi first of all of them to be off helping out the fire effort. He's starting to make me hate him a little bit less 

- Oh yeah, you don't want those bugs getting out at all 

- Hahah, now they feel dumb

- This is why you ask the locals what you need to do instead of just haring off and trying to help while knowing shit all 

- Okay, Pangzi has got MUCH better in this episode compared to the entire rest of the season beforehand 

- Oh, is that what you were after, Chengcheng

- Wu Xie proving to Chengcheng that if you talk shit, you get hit 

 - Really, High Shao? Really? 

- You are such a 20-something boy 

- How do you know Xiaoge is a Zhang, Chengcheng? 

- I'm pretty sure that hasn't been mentioned so far, especially not to you  

- Trying to make Wu Xie suspicious of Xiaoge, I see 

- And trying to get them to stay away from him 

- Yeah, she knows Xiaoge is a threat to whatever she's up to 

- Good boy, Wu Xie. 

- Because yes 

- Xiaoge saved your life a lot. Over 10 times, in fact.

- Heheh, already planning to meet him again. Don't know when, just that you will 

- Dun dun dunnnn 

- Something's happened that High Shao and Chengcheng aren't allowed to know 

- Wow, THAT is Sanshu's house? 

- Didn't get a good look at it in the first ep

- Mmm, good question 

- Wu Xie, why do you immediately jump to Xiaoge? 

- Yes, thank you, how? 

- If you didn't find them suspicious, then maybe he's not suspicious? 

- Since there were, y'know, a whole bunch of other people also running around the tomb

- Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about the box Wu Xie put in his backpack 

- It's the Harry Potter music again 

- Wait, if the code was on the mercenary's belt buckle, then that would hint that they were looking for the box, & A-Ning saw Wu Xie take the box so why did she let him keep it?

- That was a lovely 'you idiot' look from Sanshu 

- Noooo, don't throw the fake manuscript away, it would make a great costume prop! 

- You are a good friend, High Shao 

- You know waaaaaay too much, Chengcheng

- That's a good response to finding your nephew & his rando friends just chilling in your house without an invitation 

- Sanshu knows you far too well, Wu Xie 

- Oh, now we get the first mention of the Nine Families 

- I'm guessing that's the three years of the torn out diary pages

- She is just echoing everything that Sanshu says 

- Sanshu, surely you should know your nephew better than that 

- Of course you do, bb. Of course you do 

- And there is the end of ep 8

Episode 8 ends with the Xiaoge Rescue Count at 10 for Wu Xie, 14 for the protagonists, 15 for everyone 

 And the Wu Xie Swoon Count at 5 

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........i know you've already done one continuation.....but could we see more of the bb!naruto madatobi fic? It's the cutest thing ever

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“Where is he?” Izuna boomed the moment he stepped in to thehouse. “Where’s that little rascal?”

Squealing laughter echoed from several halls away and Izuna hadjust enough time to kick off his winter gear before Naruto came thundering aroundthe corner on legs still chubby with baby fat, both arms held out in front ofhim ready to be picked up. He shrieked with joy to be caught and swung up in tothe air, settling on Izuna’s hip.

“Again! Again!”

“Hey now, I haven’t even gotten a hello hug yet! No morerides until I get some hugging!”

Naruto was still clasped about his neck as tightly as thoughhe’d been issued a challenge when they stepped in to the living room whereMadara and Tobirama were cuddled tightly together on the couch. The blanketthey were wrapped in sagged a bit where another small body had been pressed inwith them until recently but they didn’t look too upset to have a bit morespace to themselves. Settling down in the chair opposite his brother and theman’s husband, Izuna patted his favorite little minion on the back fondly.

“I know, I know, it’s always good to see me,” he murmured. “Who’syour favorite uncle?”

“Uncle Hashi!” Came the immediate answer.

“What? Aw come on. Fine, who’s your favorite person ever?”

Naruto happily shouted, “My daddies! I love my daddies!”

Trying hard to ignore the muffled snickering coming fromunderneath where the blanket had been pulled up, Izuna scoffed and ruffled hisnephew’s hair. What a little scamp. He should have known better than to asksuch an obvious question.

“One more try, little man, who’s your favorite Uchiha uncle?” He tried not to look too hopeful.

“Uncle Hikaku always brings me treats,” Naruto mused, alittle less enthusiastic than before but still far from the answers that Izunawas hoping he would give.

Slumping in defeat, Izuna let the little booger jump off hislap and run away to do whatever it was four year olds did to keep themselvesentertained. All he’d wanted was a little affection. He didn’t think that wastoo much to ask. More laughter from under the blanket certainly didn’t helpsoothe the pain of rejection.

“Hmph. You guys suck.”

“We can hardly be blamed for raising him well,” Tobiramasaid in a haughty tone.

“You raised him to hate me!” Izuna accused.

“Nonsense.” Peeking up from behind their shield with amiraculously straight face, Madara stuck his nose in the air. “We raised him tobe intelligent. Clearly he understands good company.”

He didn’t have to stay here and take this. The only thingthat kept Izuna in his seat was the fact that his toes were still cold from thewalk over but as soon as they thawed out he would blow this joint. All thoughtsof offering to stick around and cook dinner for everyone slipped away with apout. No one here appreciated him.

A light tug on his sleeve made him look down to find Narutothere at his side again, this time with a very serious expression that echoed alittle uncomfortably of Tobirama when he realized he’d missed a detail insomething. Before any of them could say a word Naruto pressed up on his toesand squirmed over the arm of the chair, stretching out his tiny body just farenough to plant a wet kiss against Izuna’s cheek.

“I really love Uncle Izu too! You’re awesome! Dattebayo!”With that he squirmed back down to the floor and took off through the houselike he hadn’t just melted every other heart in the room.

“You should really get that verbal tic checked,” Izunamumbled, trying to be subtle about wiping away the sudden tears and failingmiserably.

His brother gave him an understanding look that he pretendednot to see. Maybe there were a few people who appreciated him after all. Izuna couldlive with that. He didn’t need a lot of people in his life to know that it wasalready filled with a lot of love.