#the ability to make out or sleep with a guy only while drunk…

[babynorppa]

Jere’s obsession with a waiter/bartender foreplay should be studied more

[piningforstan]

Talking in Your Sleep

Part One | Part Two

Summary: You start to suspect that there’s more to Stan than what he tells you, at least while he’s awake. Asleep is a different story

Pairings: Stanley Pines x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: None, just angst

A/N: Don’t ask me why I put characters I love so much through so much heartache. There might be something wrong with me

“You dated him, didn’t you?”

“Hm?” You pretended not to be paying attention, wiping down the bar. No matter how many times you cleaned it, it stayed perpetually grimy to the touch. You doing the rag over your shoulder. “Who?”

“Weird guy. Lives in the woods.”

“Pines,” the other guy at the bar supplied. The foam of the cheap beer left a rim around his mouth. The former nodded.

“Oh, yeah,” you said casually, though it was anything but. Dated as in committed every dip and plane of his body to memory, told him about your childhood, envisioned a life unfolding before you with this man you considered your best friend. Until his lies ripped it away.

The two men continued their conversation then as if they only needed you to confirm something they already knew.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t partially want the job at Skull Fracture because you knew it was a notorious house of gossip and rumors, a way to check on Stan without actually having to speak to him. You picked up bits and pieces of what he was up to, how he was, all without actually inserting yourself.

In a small town like Gravity Falls there wasn’t much to talk about, and Stan posed a compelling story every time. You supposed it was a good thing that they never tired of him, speculating about his life and his job and everything else. You were of minor interest, too, since everyone knew you had lived and worked with him. But you never revealed much. It disgusted you, this unwavering loyalty to Stan. What did you owe him?

It became well known, anyway, that you refused to offer much in terms of fodder for gossip. You were intriguing in a vague, less interesting sense, a lens through which they hoped to grasp a better understanding of Stan.

The roar of the bar usually muted those thoughts of him. Music blared at all times of the day, men smoked and fought and cursed, greasy-smelling food wafted from the kitchen, and you facilitated all of it with a plastered smile. You needed money after leaving Stan. Gravity Falls wasn’t exactly a hotbed of employment opportunities, and unless you wanted to be stuck in the lumber business you had no other option than barkeep.

Your name floated over the din of drunk bikers, your manager appearing out of the back. “There’s a call. For you.”

You wiped your hands on your thighs and followed him to the phone. “Hello?”

“Doll, you gotta help me out.”

Stan’s voice, deep and rasping, struck you like a slap. Your stomach dropped. It took you a few moments to eke out a response. “Stan?”

“They, uh, got me down at the station. Some bogus arrest.”

“What?” You shook your head. “Stan, you got arrested?”

“Just say you’ll come down, eh?”

“Why are you calling me? I’m at work.”

A pause on his end, the sound of a door being slammed shut. “I ain’t got no one else.”

You inhaled sharply and exhaled out your mouth, fingers digging into the phone. You could examine your decision making abilities later. “Fine. Fine, Stan. How much is bail?”

“S’not much.”

It s’was much, you came to find out, nearly all of your savings. But for some godawful reason, you still loved Stan, and you knew since his voice rang out on the line that you would do anything he asked. You loathed yourself for this, loathed him for putting you in this position.

Stan was grinning sheepishly and rubbing his wrists as he walked out of the station. Everything you had to say, all of the reprimands and lectures, vanished upon seeing him.

“You cut your hair,” you blurted stupidly.

Gone was the mullet, the unruly curls. You quickly admired the shape of his jaw leading into his neck, his slightly too big ears that endeared you to him even more. He looked younger this way.

Stan rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. “Yeah. If bad haircuts were a crime, I would’ve been arrested a lot sooner.”

You opened your mouth to tell him that you had loved his mullet, but promptly closed it again. It hurt to look at him, properly, since that night in the basement; the ache you carried in your heart increased tenfold now, throbbing so painfully that you thought you might now understand how people could die from broken hearts. You tore your gaze from him. Suddenly the bushes outside the station held your rapt attention.

“Listen, uh, thanks. For bailing me out. How much do I owe ya?”

“Stan, you’ve forgotten I’ve balanced your books. You couldn’t pay me back even if you wanted.”

“That’s not true,” Stan protested, “the Shack’s been breakin’ even most days. She’s doin’ alright. Not the same without you, though.”

He rushed this last part, an afterthought that he wanted to retract but had already brought to life.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” you said. Perhaps if you pretended you didn’t hear him entirely, it wouldn’t take roost in your mind.

“I’ve been meanin’ to tell ya —”

“I have to get back to work, Stan,” you said, sharper than you meant to. You couldn’t think with the amount of hurt being in his company afforded you. “Do you need a ride?”

He nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The drive back transpired in silence. Your headlights sliced through the darkened woods like two sabers, finally falling onto the Mystery Shack as you pulled into the gravel lot. You still considered it more home than your place now, a room you rented from one of the locals. You didn’t realize just how much you missed it.

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Have a good night, Stan.”

“You should come in. Please. I won’t keep ya long.”

Your resolve, well, dissolved. Not that it was heavily fortified to begin with. You found yourself crossing the lot to the porch and in through the front door, the process a lot like slipping into a familiar piece of clothing. It smelled distinctly Stan-ish, you noticed, though not unkindly. He had kept the place neat since you left. The reminder of that afternoon, dragging your meager belongings out, glared in your memory. Stan watching out the window as you drove away.

“Jus’ one cup. I swear.” He placed a mug of coffee in front of you. Your mug. The one you forgot.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. You were grateful for the excuse to do something with your hands, even though the coffee tasted like mornings with your feet in his lap and his lips on your shoulder.

“I hear yer workin’ at the bar now.”

You smiled grimly. “Regrettably.”

“Ya know you always have a job here,” Stan said.

“What’re you doing?” You set down the mug on the table. The anger boiled in you, words escaping like trapped steam with no where else to go. “You can’t just act like nothing happened. Like this is normal.”

“I jus’ wanted to talk,” Stan told you. His throat bobbed uncertainly. “To apologize.”

You stayed quiet.

When he realized you wouldn’t be responding, he forged ahead. “I should’ve been honest with you. From the beginning. But ya don’t understand where I was when I met you — I finally reconnected with my brother after ten years and then I lost him. Again. Because I fucked up.”

His hands formed into fists. Stan took a breath, seemingly to steady himself. “I was lost. I was angry. It was easier to lie. And what was I s’ppose to do? Spill the whole truth? When I first met you, you were a stranger. I had no idea that you would stick around w��me as long as you did.”

“That’s…fair.” Stan looked relieved at this, though it wasn’t long lasting. “But why not tell me the truth when I asked?”

“I didn’t know how. Every time I tried, I…I couldn’t. Would you have had a different reaction, though? I knew you would leave.”

“At least I would’ve heard it from you straight, Stan. I had to find out while you were asleep that you were keeping these huge secrets from me.”

“I know. I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t want things to end the way they did.”

You bit down on your lip to keep the tears at bay. “Neither did I.”

“We could try it again, ya know.”

The way he looked at you was so earnest, so genuine, that you had to close your eyes to ward off the image of him as a skinned-knee child, the one who solved problems with his fists and resided just below the surface of this man now.

“Stan —”

“Please?”

You swallowed, your throat thick with emotion. “I don’t know if I can trust you again.”

“The truth is out now. You know everything.”

“But I will never be able to ignore the feeling that you’re hiding something from me,” you said. “So much is still unclear to me.”

“Ask me anythin’. I’ll tell ya.”

You couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes as you said, “Stop building the portal or whatever you’re doing. Focus on the people — here — in your life.”

Focus on me, you inwardly pleaded.

Stan’s jaw feathered. “I can’t stop working to get him back.”

The swift finality of his words washed over you, a decisive blow to the traitorous hope you still clung to. Coffee not even halfway drank, you stood and rounded the table. Stan’s cheeks were wet with tears as you put your hands to them, pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight, Stanley.”

The bar shined. It was never dirty for long, you ensured that when you bought it, ensured that you wiped away every mess. You could even see the door opening in the reflection of the bar, two small bodies stepping through. You looked up.

It wasn’t rare for new faces to visit. It was summer, the height of tourism season, and your bar was preferable to Skull Fracture. Gentle music drifted from the speakers. Bar wasn’t even the right word — you served small meals and drinks of all kinds, not just alcohol. You smiled at the two children as they approached. “Thirsty?”

“Yes!” The girl, buried in a sweater despite the heat, smiled brightly at you. Her braces winked in the low lighting.

“And,” the boy said, her brother, glancing at her purposefully, “we need to ask some questions.”

You nodded. “Ask away. Lemonade okay?”

The juxtaposition of the two, the girl, looking around eagerly, and the boy, doing his best to present himself as mature and composed, brought a smile to your face. He laid a notebook on the bar counter, brows furrowed.

“Where were you the night of June twenty-first?”

“Hm. At home, I suppose.”

“Can anyone confirm that?”

You peered at him. Amusement ignited inside you, a flicker of affection. You loved kids, always have. “I live alone, so, no.”

“Did you see anything…peculiar that night?”

“Not that I can recall.” You set down two glasses of lemonade in front of them. “Why?”

“There was a reported sighting of an unidentifiable object in the sky,” the boy said. “We were just gathering information about it.”

The girl wiggled her fingers, whispering conspiratorially, “Aaaaaliens.”

“We don’t know that,” the boy countered.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. Strange things always happen in this town,” you said.

“You see them too?”

You smiled softly at the two of them. “I do.”

“I’m Dipper. This is my sister, Mabel,” the boy introduced, jerking a thumb at her. “Would you mind telling me stories about what you’ve seen?”

You entertained their questions, recalling the unexplainable things you’d seen over the last thirty years. You refilled their drinks twice. They listened intently to your stories, interrupting only to clarify something specific.

There was something familiar in their shape of their mouths, the keen way that they interacted with their world. Had they been in town before? You knew some families returned to Gravity Falls every summer to enjoy the wilderness and disconnect.

“What did it look like?” Dipper asked, leaning forward in interest.

You had been telling them about the time you swear you saw glowing lights in the trees, floating blue spheres leading you away from the path. “Well, they —”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dipper said. “I should be putting this in the journal.”

“Dipper,” Mabel warned him.

Dipper ignored her. “Would you mind following us home? I’d love to write everything down and-and draw a picture, if you don’t mind.”

His cheeks flushed at this.

You gazed around the empty bar, then shrugged. What point was there to owning your own business if you couldn’t close down when you wanted?

“Sure, give me one moment.”

The twins appealed to you. And you were curious to find out more about them. Not to mention, it had been a long time since someone wanted to talk to you. Really talk. You weren’t lonely, per se, but you sometimes missed the comfort of another person. As you closed the cash register and locked up, you couldn’t ignore the fact that you had wanted kids, long ago, but the years slipped away and now the dream was gone.

You liked these kids. Even though you’d only known them for an afternoon, you’d taken a shine to them — smart and witty, perceptive, the right amount of childish enthusiasm. You told them to put their bikes in the trunk of your car and followed their direction back home.

“You live…here?” Your stomach dropped as the Mystery Shack emerged from the dense forest, the S lying precariously on the roof.

“Kinda,” Mabel said, “we’re staying with our Grunkle Stan for the summer.”

Dipper, insisting that he got the front seat, turned to you. “Do you know him?”

“Kinda,” you muttered. “If it’s all the same to you, I might just stay in the car.”

The twins exchanged a look. A pointed, knowing look, like they suspected their uncle had done something to lose your favor. They weren’t wrong, exactly. Dipper and Mabel ran inside with the promise to return shortly. All you could do was stare at the Shack numbly, imagine the man within and the memories you held with him. You should’ve known that he would make an appearance, stomp out onto the porch after his niece and nephew to investigate.

Stan’s expression crumbled.

You couldn’t hear, but he uttered something to them. They gesticulated frantically back. Your heart had leapt into your throat by the time the three of them walked back to the car, Stan lingering a few steps behind.

“Grunkle Stan says we shouldn’t bother you,” Mabel said, pouting.

You finally forced your gaze to him. Stan had aged well, you reluctantly noticed, still unbearably handsome. The same broad shoulders. The features that you knew so well, lined with the years you spent apart.

“They aren’t bothering me,” you choked out.

“You shouldn’t fill their heads w’stories,” Stan replied, refusing to meet your eyes.

“They aren’t stories,” you and Dipper both protested at the same time. You shared a secretive smile with him.

“Jus’ tell the nice person sorry and let them get on with her day.”

Mabel tugged on his suit jacket. “They told us that you knew each other.”

“We-We did,” Stan said.

You supplied, “A long time ago.”

“Then come inside and catch up!” Mabel beamed at the idea. “You gave us lemonade so it’s only fair. I can make you Mabel-cakes!”

“If it’s fine with your uncle.”

Stan studied you closely. You could only imagine what he saw, your greying hair and swollen knuckles. “Uh, yeah…’course.”

You were both pleased and devastated to see how the inside of the Shack had changed. Judging by the “exhibits” and amount of items in the gift shop, business was prosperous. A redheaded girl at the register waved at you as you passed. Dipper disappeared upstairs to fetch his journal, and Mabel busied herself preparing the pancake mix, leaving you alone with Stan.

“It’s, uh, been awhile,” Stan said, effectively breaking the silence.

You feigned an interest in the water stains on the ceilings. “It has.”

The last time you were together had been almost— what, two years ago? You had knocked. Stan had answered. He touched you with expert precision, years of exploring one another resulting in experiences both familiar and new, somehow each brief encounter over the years never dulling your attraction. You weren’t proud, necessarily, of your weakness in the form of Stan Pines. You had almost overcome it until today; you should’ve known that the twins were Pines.

“How’s the bar?” Stan asked.

“Fine.”

“I’m sorry if they were botherin’ ya. Kids.”

“They weren’t,” you said, and you meant it. “They seem really great. They’re your niece and nephew?”

“Great niece and nephew. My brother’s grandkids.” When you arched a brow in confusion, Stan grimaced. “Other brother.”

“Oh.” You hugged your arms around yourself. Should you ask him how his search was? You wanted to care, but found it hard when it only brought back painful memories. Clearly it hadn’t been well, not if his brother was still absent.

You bit your lip. “Do they know?”

“No, they don’t.” Stan’s face shuttered closed.

Indignation swelled inside you, pressed against your rib cage. “You haven’t told them?”

“Everyone thinks that —” he lowered his voice, “—that Stanley Pines is dead. Including their parents and my brother.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“What I do with my life isn’t your problem,” Stan snapped. “You made that clear.”

“They’re good kids, Stan.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“Don’t push them away, too,” you told him softly. “I-I need to go. Can you tell them I’m sorry? Say that I had to go back to work or something.”

Stan’s words chased you out the door: “Whose the liar now?”

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[moneymartin]

teen gf Shauna headcanons pleaseee

🐶 - losergf!shauna hcs

warnings: mostly fluff but a lil smut under the divider :p

a/n: i know u didn’t ask for loser but shauna shipman is soooo loser girlfriend u cannot tell me otherwise. kinda messy and trash… i’m so sleepy rn i’m writing this half awake nd lowk a lil drunk UGH

taglist: @deerlottie @ultrone

my brown eyed beautiful baby where do i even start.

def the most athletic yj i will stand by this till the day i die

MUSCLE MAMAAAA

rolls up the sleeves of her flannels so you can see her muscles pop 😮‍💨

not a gym freak though but she works her arms 100%

cuddlebug fosho

little spoon and you can argue with me about that all you want this girl loves to be held

when she big spoons though she’s burying your face into her chest all the time

she plays with your hair tho no doubt abt it

even when you’re cuddling her instead

super soft kisses all over you while you doze off

sleeps after you do just to make sure cause sometimes you end up sleeping a lil too hard and she needs to make sure you aren’t dead

well thats what she thinks.

wakes up early even though she sleeps the latest out of the both of you

when you sleep for way too long she ends up full on wrestling you until you wake up

music geek

she def loves the smashing pumpkins, radiohead, the cranberries, the cure, mazzy star, jeff buckley, pavement, the cardigans. artists and bands of that genre

had a walkman like nat’s that you guys share on walks together

also has a vinyl player that she keeps at hers so you could listen to music with her when you come over

writes about you in her journal while she listens to the music

also writes these cute little love letters for you and she’ll write what songs she listened to while writing

sleepovers all the time though she’s one of those girls

drives you all over the place too

no matter how far so that you know she truly loves you

she goes absolutely nuts when you’re wearing her clothes i fink

esp her flannels

the moment you’re seen wearing one she can only think about taking it off of you cause it looks so good 😞

loves when you wear her jersey too

or her letterman jacket

funny sock gal

wears the one w monster faces on em or something like that

south park socks… hmo

SMARTY PANTS

got accepted into brown for a reason

she’s always helping you with assignments in case they’re too hard

she runs through them so fast though it actually baffles you to how she can do it

book geek too

has probably read harry potter a million times

edgar allan poe is her main dude she def likes poems and stuff from him

genuinely has a momma instinct

before you even get sick she tells you to be careful with the cold

and you don’t listen.

so you do end up getting sick and she has to take care of you until you’re all better

babies you but is also teasing you cause you didn’t listen to her warnings about it 😭 she could tell beforehand that you were gonna get sick

unlike lottie i think shauna has the ability to cook and stuff like that

not a 5 star chef but she’s good enough for you

being touchy in her public is her thangggg

you guys are always touching somehow

pinky holding, interlocked arms, holding hands, her just grabbing your wrist. she’s always gotta hold you no matter whaaaat

not very possessive but definitely a jealous person

makes it known she’s jealous w her attitude

has those anger issues we all know it

is not afraid to make a scene in front of a bunch of people she will cuss someone out for even looking at you

but she’s just jealous cause she’s really insecure :( poor girl my god

she thinks that the people you talk to are better than she’ll ever be

you have to reassure her countless of times so she can feel better about herself cause she’s always questioning you abt it

she loves little make out seshes behind the bleachers

its def the thrill of being caught like she loves that so much 🥸

when she kisses you she isn’t rough i think she’s very gentle actually

caressing your jaw and cheeks so you know she’s there and its not just some dream 😭

loves sitting on your lap while kissing cause it makes her feel like she’s the one in charge

also cause your hands are always in the spots where she wants them without her having to ask

biting…

teeth marks EVERYWHERE!!!

dom fosho but that’s not relevant rn

during arguments this girl is ruthless

not because she wants to hurt you but it’s because she’s always bubbling up

bottles up everything cause she’s afraid people won’t listen to her

but she’ll apologize eventually after if it looks like whatever she said got to you

won’t mean anything she tells you she just gets so mad at everything cause she can’t express herself as well :(

she regrets it so fast too like she’s immediately saying sorry afterwards

def a lace girly

loves showing off her new sets for you…

red black and white are the favs

OUUHHH

whiny as fuck but also holds her noises in cause she thinks they’re embarrassing

PANTER AND GROANER FOR SUREEEE

switch i think

like if she really wanted to she could top you but she’d rather be a power bottom

have you ride her strap or whatever…

its blue.

loves when you eat her out though cause she gets to pull on your hair

makes you talk her through it and when you’re topping but when she tops shes SO bold

she loves when you praise her thats the only thing she wants to hear from you during it

makes you kiss around her tits for sure

thats where she always wants you to be

when she’s jealous you’re constantly asking if she’s okay which leads into an argument

meaning that it’ll probably lead into really hot angry sex from her

the car scene really spoke to me

initiates everything too

anyways i’m done i’m so tired

[vxlenst3in]

Drunk!Gojo x fem!reader

!des: gojo drank a little too much and woops. you two ended up in his bed.

wc: 4.3k (my longest one on tumblr yet)

a/n: wrote this like ages ago and thought why not post it as a late birthday post LOL. I honestly didn't read over it again, so if it's bad - oops.

“Geez, you really are a lightweight, huh?” You chuckled out as you listened to Gojo’s confused mumbles. He was only a couple of shots in and already lost his ability to form any sentences. It was quite a sight to watch Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer of his time, get drunk so easily, babbling nonsense, a bright blush covering most of his face. Shoko just glanced over at you two. “Mm’ shutttt…” He answered in an annoyed tone. His arms were hanging down as he was leaning back into the chair, his head was thrown back while he stared at the ceiling.

You have no idea how you even ended up here, considering that only a few days ago Gojo was practically begging you to come along, because he believed that you were a lightweight as well, so he hoped that he wouldn’t be the only one to get drunk that quickly. Even though he hated alcohol, he was really hitting it off tonight. Bottle after bottle of Sake. At first, you were hesitant, but as soon as he mentioned that Shoko and Nanami would be there too, you couldn’t say no anymore.

Nanami had left about an hour ago now, he was very strict about keeping up his sleep schedule. That’s a fact you could never forget about him, ever since you guys met at Jujutsu High about 10 years ago.

Your eyes flicked from Gojo to Shoko as she poured herself another drink. “Let me have another one too!” You say.

- “Still not drunk?” She replied.

- “A bit tipsy, but that’s about it.”

A laugh escaped her mouth while she poured you a drink. You were more of a Whiskey type, while Gojo preferred Sake, whenever he did decide to drink. Your eyes lingered back to Gojo who was now leaning forward to grab another bottle of Sake. Shoko was quick to react, placing the bottle of Sake out of his reach. Getting a pout out of Gojo.

“Awhhhh,” He whined, “Meanieeee~ Y/nnn~~ Say somethin’~” Your eyes widened as he grabbed onto your arm, slightly pulling it in order to get your attention. His hair was a complete mess, no strand of hair was where it was supposed to be. You thought it was rather adorable how he was holding onto your arm like that. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have a crush on him, or at least thought about how he’d look on top of you. Even though you had those thoughts, you never had the time to mention them to him or try to make a move, you were way too busy for all of that. You doubted that he’d even care, considering that he probably has all girls chasing after him, whenever he was not in Jujutsu High.

“Think you’ve had enough, ‘Toru.” You replied. Gojo moved closer to you, still holding onto that arm. He was clinging to you like a cat in heat, rubbing slightly against you. Shoko raised one eyebrow at the sight, before finishing her drink, surprising you. You hadn’t even started drinking yours. “I’ll be taking my leave as well, you’ll be fine?” Shoko said as she put her glass down.

- “Yeah. I don’t know when I’ll get to leave yet, gon’ make sure Satoru is asleep before”

- “Okay.” Her hands were reaching around her, trying to find her coat and bag. A quiet ‘Ah’ escaped her mouth when she found them.

- “Get home safe.” You responded, waving goodbye with your free hand. Shoko just gave you a sweet smile before putting on her coat and checking the pockets to make sure she has everything.

“Byeee Iei-” Hiccup, “-ri.” Gojo responded, now letting go of your arm to wave with both of his hands enthusiastically. Shoko waved back, turning around to walk into the hallway. Shortly after, the click of the front door confirmed that she was gone. Your head was now turned to Gojo who was staring into the dark hallway.

“Shall we get you to bed?” You mentioned, grabbing Gojo’s attention. “Don’t want to sleep…yet.” Another Hiccup. Soft whining left his mouth, basically pleading with the puppy eyes. You chuckled at the sight of him, as you took a few sips from your drink. Normally you hated silence, it was a weird uncomfortable feeling, but right now, you were loving it. The sight of Gojo pleading at you to let him stay up a little longer, while you sip on your Whiskey — hoping that enjoying this last drink wouldn’t cause you any problems later.

This wasn’t like Gojo at all, normally he was always super talkative, confident and flirty in the way he talked to girls. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the alcohol or because of you. The quiet sound of glass hitting wood sounded, as you put your now empty glass on the table. Feeling a little dizzy from the amount of alcohol that you just consumed in such a short amount of time, you decided that it would be best if you went home as well. The only obstacle here was getting Gojo into his bed.

“C’mon now, ‘Toru. You should really sleep, it’s late.” You somewhat repeat. A sigh left Gojo’s mouth, as he unwillingly got up, leaning all of his weight onto you. You tried your hardest to support him, even though you were much smaller than him. Gojo was humming a song while walking with you. You couldn’t guess what song it was, probably just something he had made up in his head. With your free hand, you opened the bedroom door. Gojo swaying left and right next to you, just following you blindly. His eyes were barely open, he could’ve probably fallen asleep while standing. Gojo’s eyes only opened when he felt the bed against him, he hadn’t even realised that you lied him down. “Mhmm… So comfy~” He mumbled while letting his head sink into the pillow. You could finally feel the alcohol from earlier hitting you, dizziness overcoming your head again.

“Sleep well, ‘Toru.” You said while throwing the blanket over him, as you pull it up to his chest you can feel a hand grabbing your wrist. Gojo’s hand. “Hm?” You whisper.

- “Where’s my goodnight kiss?”

- “Good night kiss??!” Your face was now covered in a deep red blush, your legs got weak just at the idea. You weren’t 100% sure if that was what he actually had said, so you decided to wait for confirmation from him. He was drunk, after all, and you didn’t want to take advantage of that. But you could also feel yourself losing more and more control of your mind and actions with each passing second, the Whiskey was starting to get to you.

- “‘M waitin’~” He purred as he pulled on your wrist to get you closer.

Hearing his sweet voice ask that from you got your body burning with heat. You knew if you decided to give in, this night would not end on a ‘Good night kiss’. You knew that if you gave in to this, you’d give in to everything else, every single one of your fantasies, desires, and needs. His gaze was on you, looking you up and down, waiting for your answer. Your eyes met his. Fuck, your eyes met his. The bright blue colour, the dilated pupils, the way he looked at you through his lashes. You knew that he’ll be the death of you someday.

Suddenly you snapped back into reality, remembering his request. Quickly you licked your lips before feeling the nervousness rising in your chest. It wasn’t the first time you had kissed a man, especially not when it comes to those quick kisses. So why? You leaned forward, your face right above his. ‘Just a quick peck on his lips, right?’ You told yourself in your head over and over again, but you couldn’t seem to calm down at all.

One last deep breath, before you leaned down, pressing your lips onto his. You were just about to pull away again and probably die from embarrassment, but only a second later you could feel two big hands cupping your face, pulling you in. His hands were gently squeezing your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. Considering that you weren’t prepared for a kiss longer than a second or two, you ran out of air pretty quick. Gojo wasn’t stupid - no matter how drunk he was, he noticed that you were out of breath and let you pull away, not entirely letting go of your cheeks though. His fingertips were still lingering on your soft skin.

Your lips were only a few inches apart from each other, as you tried to catch your breath you could hear mumbles coming from Gojo.

- “Mm..so soft…more…can’t stop…” He panted, his drunk-tired eyes glancing at your rosy lips.

Before you could realise it, his lips were pressed onto yours again. Instead of the soft kiss you shared before, he decided to be rough with you this time. Still in shock, you decided to just move along, to let him take the lead. Soft pants and groans left Gojo’s mouth. Not pulling away from his lips, you moved the rest of your body onto the bed, you were now on all fours on top of Gojo. His hands wandered from your cheeks down to your waist, tugging at your loose blouse and pulling it up slightly. The soft touch and his cold hands sent shivers down your spine.

In one swift motion, he had you on your back, now underneath him - his lips still on yours. One of his hands was moving up again, pinning your hands above your head, while the other hand remained on your exposed waist. The cool air in Gojo’s bedroom had your body covered in goosebumps. You could feel Gojo’s tongue begging for more at your lips, so without a second thought you granted him access. His tongue immediately started fighting with yours for dominance, the sweet taste of sake mixing with the rather smoky taste of whiskey. The hand that was on your waist slid under your blouse only to feel the soft fabric of your bra, you could hear a quiet chuckle escaping Gojo’s mouth, regardless of your tongues fighting for dominance.

He rested his hand on your bra for a bit, before he pulled away from your lips, a string of saliva connected your mouth with his. Satoru loosened his grip on your pinned up wrists a little, while he unbuttoned your blouse in only a few seconds. His eyes scanned your entire upper body.

- “So.. fuckin’ gorgeous~” He exhaled. You could see the excitement in his eyes. His words sent another shiver down your spine, as your face lit up.

Gojo’s hand finally let go of your wrists, pulling off the blouse before you could even realise it. You lied there like a starfish, not being quite sure where to put your hands or what to do, but Gojo didn’t seem to mind. He was enjoying every second of this, of being able to admire your perfect body, being able to run his hands up and down your body without you saying a word, only sweet whimpers leaving your mouth. Music to his ears. Before even letting you think again, he slid a hand under your back, lifting you with ease. The other hand was undoing your bra. You were surprised by how easily he had undone your bra.

- “Not your first time, huh?” You teased at his actions. A quiet chuckle was his response, you took that as a yes.

He threw your bra into a corner of his room, finding it would be a problem for later. For now, his eyes were focused on your breasts, licking his lips. He removed his hand from your back and let you sink into the bed again. The shy and intoxicated Gojo from earlier seemed to have lost all control over himself as soon as he saw your breasts. A hand immediately started to gently squeeze one of them. His thumb brushing over your nipple, gently rubbing it, in order to get any sounds out of you - which wasn’t necessarily hard, considering that the alcohol from earlier made you even more sensitive than you usually are. You could see a smirk forming on Gojo’s face, while he listened to your quiet whimpers. The spot between your legs was starting to get soaked, only from Gojo touching you so delicately. His other hand started to take care of your other breast, now simultaneously fondling both of them. Biting down on your lip, you tried to suppress any moans. Your eyes that were just roaming around the room, now met Gojo’s face. His eyes were focused on your tits, the way they perfectly fit into his hands, the way your skin felt against his hands. His ears were listening to the sweet sounds, the bulge in his pants growing bigger. His mouth was slightly opened. You’ve never seen a man be so mesmerised by the sight in front of him.

The puddle in between your legs was soaking the bed sheets at this point. As much as you loved Gojo paying so much attention to your chest, you wanted more. You needed more. You bucked your hips up slightly, trying to get the fabric of your panties to rub against your swollen clit. Not even biting your lip could suppress your moans anymore,

- “Ha?” Gojo didn’t waste any time moving his hand down to your lower stomach, pressing it down to keep you from moving. A whine of frustration escaping you. “Gettin’ impatient? Slut.”

His words sent waves of excitement through your body.

- “Please…’Toru… want you to touch me~” You begged. Giving him the sweetest look you could possibly do.

In a blink of a second, your pants were off, leaving you only with your panties on. Gojo slid back a little, kneeling in between your legs. His eyes immediately shifted from your chest to your drenched panties. One hand wandered down, rubbing two fingers against your clothed pussy. A gasp escaped your mouth as you bucked your hips against his hand. An excited look overcame his face.

- “Want me to touch you there, hm?” His fingers were not stopping, while you bucked your hips at them. A whimper was your response.

He suddenly withdrew his fingers, before ripping your panties off. Your face was burning, your senses being so heightened was driving you crazy. You watched Gojo bring your panties closer to his face, to his nose. He groaned when he practically inhaled the scent of your pussy. “Fuck… I’ll keep them as a souvenir, so I have something whenever you’re not around…” His other hand was cupping his bulge, while he continued to sniff your panties. The sight and his words almost made you finish right there and then.

Your exposed cunt was throbbing at the sight as well, the cool air blowing over it made you gasp. Gojo eventually put the panties down, and shifted all his attention back to you.x His eyes now focused on your cunt, licking his lips. Your eyes were following his every move. He moved down - looking at your cunt.

“Mm… such a pretty pussy~ Gon’ ruin it…” He purred before using his thumb to massage your clit - the sudden touch already driving you crazy, quiet gasps and whimpers leaving your lips. A low chuckle coming from Gojo, enjoying your reaction. The bulge in his pants was screaming for some action as well, but he was ignoring that for now. Before you could realise it, he inserted a finger, making you squirm. You already knew that he had pretty long fingers, but actually feeling them caught you off guard. Not long after, a second finger entered you. They weren’t necessarily thick, but definitely long enough to reach those sweet spots you could only dream of. He was aware of his skinny fingers, so in order to get you ready for him, he spread his fingers inside of you. You screamed at the feeling of getting stretched like that. His scissoring motions were rough, but the pain faded quickly, calming you a little.

His fingers were soaked at this point. Your mouth was wide open, whimpering, gasping, moaning, while Gojo thrusted his fingers in and out of you, occasionally curling them, hitting exactly the spot that made you get weak in the knees, that built up that knot in your abdomen more and more. His eyes kept flicking between your pussy and your face, enjoying both sights just equally as much. Not only did he get enjoyment out of looking at your face and cunt, he also loved the sounds you were making - the sounds your drenched cunt was making as his fingers ruined it. Every now and then, you’d catch a glimpse of his face, he looked so pleased while fingering you. It pushed you even closer to the edge.

- “...Ah~ ‘Toru gonna c-” He cut you off by starting to rub your clit again with the thumb on his other hand.

- “Cum for me, Doll.”

That was all you needed to hear to lose all control. Your orgasm hit you hard, Gojo fingered you through it, making you pant and gasp for air. A mischievous grin started to appear on his face. “Good girl.” He said before withdrawing his hands from your cunt. Not letting you catch your breath, his hands grabbed onto your thighs - spreading them even further. His face diving directly into your cunt, sucking and licking up all of your juices. Some satisfied purrs left his lips, sending vibrations through your pussy. The overstimulation was making you whine. His talented tongue was all to keep your jaw dropped, mouth wide open. Looking down at him, you could only see his soft snow-white hair, his face was entirely buried in your pussy. He was eating you out like it was his first meal after days.

Eventually, he pulled away, giving you some time to breathe. His face was a mess, your juices were covering half of it. The dim light in his room was making him look 10 times hotter than usual. Your cunt was throbbing from the orgasm you just experienced. He looked beyond proud.

Gojo’s cock was also throbbing, leaking with precum, ruining his pants and underwear. It was throbbing for you. Your cunt felt so empty, missing the feeling of his digits inside of you — not knowing that the emptiness would get replaced by something way better soon.

While you were still catching your breath, your eyes caught Gojo taking off the sweater he was wearing. All of your attention immediately shifted to him - he knew exactly what he was doing, taking off his sweater so slowly that it was starting to drive you crazy, revealing his fit upper body, flexing his muscles on purpose. You knew very well why girls liked him - why you liked him. The defined abs, the V-line, his muscular arms, the little trail of white hair right above his pants. The last time you had seen him shirtless was on a beach day back when you were still a student in Jujutsu High. His body back then was ridiculous compared to what you were seeing right now. He was watching you from the corner of his eye, smirking to himself.

- “Like the view?”

- “You like yours just as much.”

- “Not wrong.”

The dizziness from earlier never left your mind, your senses never went back to normal again. Quite the opposite actually, it feels like Gojo is just making it worse with every passing second. You were lost in your thoughts, lost at the sight. Something inside of you still hadn’t realised that your fantasies finally came true. Deep inside of you, you were praying that this wasn’t a dream. That you wouldn’t wake in your own bed in a few minutes - which wouldn’t be the first time.

The sound of a zipper brought you back to reality. You weren’t expecting a butt naked Gojo in front of you when you snapped back. Cock fully erect, slightly jumping in excitement, precum dripping out of it. His cock was slightly curved upwards. He used his hand to smear the precum all over his cock, quiet groans already escaping his mouth as he gently stroked it. You could tell he was just as sensitive as you were. Gojo had a tight grip on it, squeezing it with each stroke, his groans getting louder with each stroke. The sight only made the knot in your abdomen build up again. He’d call you pathetic if he knew just how excited that got you. Mumbles, quiet mumbles - ‘fuck’ ‘ah’ ‘ngh~’ ‘mhm..’. His eyes were focused on your body the entire time. One last stroke before he stopped.

He lined up with your cunt, as he rubbed his dick against your folds and clit, slipping the tip in every now and then. Gojo was looking for certain reactions from you, and you did not disappoint him. Quiet screams leaving your lips at the slight stretch of his tip slipping inside.

- “Tell me how badly you want it, sweetheart.” Gojo purred.

Forming a simple sentence has never been this hard in your entire life. Never ever have you struggled so hard to just make other sounds than whimpers. He was an asshole, asking you to beg and then rubbing his dick against your clit even more.

- “...I- fuck~”

- “C’mon… Use those big girl words…”

- “...’Toru please~ I want your- ah~ dick so badly…”

FUCKHe slammed into you, stretching out every inch of your tight cunt. Your back arched immediately, as you pressed the back of your head further into the pillow. You dug your fingernails into the bedsheets. To your surprise, the shock only made you gulp loudly. Gojo gasped when he felt his tip kiss your cervix, only now realising that he had buried himself balls deep inside of you. His hands wandered to your hips, not only to keep you in place, but also to make sure to pull you as far as possible onto his dick. The fingers he had inside of you just a few minutes ago were nothing compared to the girth of his dick. They were nothing compared to the way he made you feel like when he thrusted so roughly yet so lovingly into you. The way his tip gave a little smooch to your cervix with every thrust. The pain that kept on mixing with pleasure was making you go stupid, making you lose every coherent thought in your brain.

slap. slap. slap. slap. slap. slap. slap.At this point you were choking on your own saliva, panting so heavily.

slap. slap. slap. slap. slap. slap. slap.Gojo had this devilish grin on his face as he fucked you stupid, as he fucked you into the point where you wouldn’t even realize your own orgasms anymore. You had no idea how long it has been since a man has fucked you so sincerely, or if it has ever been this intense. Oh how glad you were that you agreed to joining the little drinking ‘party’ tonight. His two hands that were still holding your hips, were no longer just firmly gripping them, he was roughly squeezing them - geez, this would leave marks later.

His thrusts were starting to stutter.

- “Oh fuck…stop…squeezing me…mhm~” The way your walls were clenching around him made him lose the confidence in his thrusts.

Sloppy but still rough thrusts were the aftermath. Sweat was covering his chest and neck, his breathing was getting heavier with each passing second. You couldn’t remember how many orgasms you were in by now - but you could feel the next one building up already. Not only yours, but Gojo’s first for the night.

Gojo suddenly lifted your legs and threw each over his shoulders, hitting a completely different angle from the position switch. Making you gasp out loud. This position was making you see stars, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. A low chuckle escaped Gojo’s mouth at your reaction. He was quite aware of the spot you liked by now. So in order to make you finish with him, he hit it over and over and over again. Making you whine, tears of pleasure starting to run down your cheeks at the overstimulation. Oh, and how the tears turned him on. How this entire sight just made him grow harder with each moment, how it made his dick throb so terribly. How he could finish at any moment looking at this, and how he will pull you with him.

It was starting to get impossible to ignore the knot in your abdomen, only a little more and you’d-

splash

Without any warning you could feel Gojo filling you up, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips. It pushed you over the edge so nicely. The legs that were thrown over his shoulders were shaking by now. As you looked at Gojo, you could only see him panting and almost whimpering. Sweat was running down his forehead. A lovely sight to see regardless.

As he pulled out of you, his eyes watched his seed flow out of your pussy so slowly. “Oh shit~” He hissed.

You chuckled quietly, also catching your breath. His eyes shifted to you, grinning like the asshole he is. You really would’ve liked a warning, but it’s too late for that now anyway. He let your legs down back onto the bed and then leaned forward to press a tender kiss on your lips.

Too exhausted to fight back or even talk about what just happened, you just let it happen. But in the end, what would you even be complaining about?

Guess the alcohol did you justice tonight.

 ©vxlenst3in - do not steal, modify, translate or repost my work.

[jellied-milk]

NSFW ALPHABET: JOHN MARSTON

MINORS DNI // 18+ ONLY

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

• a little quiet, using the moment to catch his breath and adjust himself.

• he’d probably clean you with the closest thing to him (his bandanna, whatever clothes surround you).

• will pull you under his arm and caress your waist while enjoying the silence.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• John probably has low self esteem because of his scars so he doesn’t really think of himself as attractive.

• ( likes his hands and fingers when teasing you during foreplay: “ Hmm, this pussy gets so tight roun’ my fingers.” ).

• Your breasts!! no matter the size, shape, or color, he will definitely grab them any chance he gets.

• Loves to lay his head between them when you two are alone!!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

• will definitely come close to cumming inside you sometimes.

• cums on your chest because he loves seeing his spend drip down your nipples, off your breasts, on your thighs.

• (^^ especially if you’re holding your breast and his cum gets on your fingers!!).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

• wants to cum inside because he wants to feel your pussy milk his cock while being fully wrapped in your warmth.

• LOVES when you beg and whine a little during sex. (when you say to him, “mmm, you’re so big inside me!!” , “oh John, please fuck me faster!).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

• Yes, but I don’t think he’s very confident in his abilities.

• Learned through working girls in whatever town was closest to camp in his wild and adventurous youth. (obviously excluding Abigail from this)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

• The Pretzel Drip!!

• Fucking your leaking heat as you look in his eyes while he plays with your breasts, pinching your nipples.

• Spreads your legs wild open so he can lean over your body and nip on your nipples while fucking you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

• Probably starts with some snarky remarks that get outta hand between you two and he gets flustered then takes you somewhere more private.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

• probably average based on his hair length and stubble.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

• cautious and definitely waits for you to give him signals to keep going or stop, (especially when you guys first start sleeping together).

• focuses on you more during foreplay because he loves teasing you and gets a little pussy-drunk when inside you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

• Simple answer, no. John would probably wait until you two are alone.

• BUT… if you’re gone on a job or hunt and he’s been drinking that night??

• He’ll fantasize about you, thinking about your little noises and slick heat. Quickly snaps out of it and rushes to his tent. Palms himself before impatiently pulling out his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

• Cockwarming: LOVES having you completely wrapped himself and feeling your wet pussy clenched down

• Teasing: not necessarily him making fun of you but more so YOUR reactions to him and what he says.

• Titjob: when he’s sitting down and you’re kneeling in front of him, jerking your breasts up and down his cock while lickin his tip, it will take everything in him not to bust.

• Exhibitionism: in the form of quickies in the sense that, if John sees a chance with you in an alleyway, secluded train car, or in the open woods.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

• In a real bed preferably at a hotel or cabin, so you guys can also be away from the gang for total privacy.

• (but if the opportunity presents itself, he’ll snatch it so damn fast).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

• Honestly, attention from you turns him on, ( gets in his own head and likes when you ground him).

• if you wear a shirt/dress with a low-cut or a few top buttons undone, he can’t help but stare before noticing he’s hard.

• When you’re a little mad because then when you two fuck, you’ll be on top and he’ll be playing with your breasts, (win-win in his eyes).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• Causing any pain to the point where it actually harms you (would feel very guilty and somewhat reclusive about sex until you reassure him).

• Anything that would de-masculine him, (because he’s a bit self conscious) so pegging or being tied up.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

• personally receiving because he loves it when your tongue twists around his shaft (thinks your mouth feels so nice and warm, and whines a little when he hits the back of your throat).

• If he’s giving then his tongue will go down to your opening and tease it then clamps his mouth around your clit, harshly sucking on it before devouring you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

• Usually faster because he gets off to your noises and breasts bouncing up and down. He works you open with fingers while teasing your clit, making sure you’re dripping before shoving his cock inside you and setting a quick rhythm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

• happens when there’s a safe opportunity.

• he LOVES them because he can be in any mood and feel instantly better if he gets to feel you dripping down him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

• With both your lifestyles, you two constantly are risking your necks, so I don’t think so.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

• He can last about 3-4 rounds before needing a break.

• Usually holds himself off and waits for you to finish at least once or twice before he cums.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

• it’s 1899, so no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• When fingering you, he LOVES to tease since he lives for the noises you make, the feeling of your hot, slick pussy between his fingers, your hands gripping his arm and blankets.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

• He really does try to be quiet when you guys are in camp.

• But alone: the sound of grunts, raspy pants and his teasing can be heard among you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

• Whenever you whine, sometimes John teases your moans with a “yeah?” In a deep raspy voice.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

• 7 ½ inches, average thickness with prominent veins

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

• Pretty average and would get higher after you guys are together.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

• Either stays awake longer than you do, thinking about you, whatever’s happening to the gang, or himself

• Or instantly curls beside you so he can feel your warmth and softness against him.

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unknown

pairings: ethan e. x f!reader

summary: you end up drunk calling who you thought was your ex only to find out its michigans well-known hockey player. junior year

warning: mentions of drinking, drunk reader, not completed series, underage drinking, rushed ending.

masterlist requests are open!

[uedited] wc: 3.2k

part one. part two.

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A drunken night at your local club can do terrible things. Such as reconsider ever breaking up with your boyfriend. This only led to Isabella trying to hide your phone, knowing the breakup was only the greatest thing you’ve done since the start of the relationship and your constant complaints about it just annoyed her further, ready to take you home after seeing the row of shots laid in front of you.

“But I-” you let out a hiccup before continuing. “I lo-” Isabella smacked your hand that was near grasping your phone. You gave her a glare to which she reciprocated an intimidating look, putting you into a sulk, slouching your shoulders with an exaggerated pout. 

“It’s been only a day y/n. Let it pass” Isabella tried comforting you, caressing the hand she had smacked not even a couple of seconds ago. You were eternally grateful for her presence after you had drunkenly called her crying about the break up forcing her to arrive and not get you kicked out for causing a ruckus or for drinking too much.

With your place only being a couple of minutes walk, you walked here so there was no worry of leaving your car behind, instead getting into her car and nearly throwing up from the motion. ‘I’ll have to apologize for that tomorrow’ you thought to yourself after nearly giving her a heart attack from actually almost throwing up. She dragged you back inside, huffing after practically throwing you onto your bed. 

“Don’t do anything stupid while I gather some things” she said, leaving your room planning to be back in a couple of minutes. you abruptly sat up, feeling your head start to gather a rather painful headache. Looking to the side, spotting your phone on the nightstand, you made a quick maneuver to grasp it. 

Before you had any time to think, you dialed your ex-boyfriend's number to the best of your ability and clicked the button allowing it to ring, praying internally Isabella took longer than needed to get your words out.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” a voice answered, and while your head panged painfully, you ignored your conscious telling you the voice seemed unrecognizable under the raspy, tired state. 

“I misshed you” your words slurred, before he could respond, you continued, having the special need to word vomit. “Everyone tells me it was a mistake to have ever trusted you but I think it was just a mistake to ever let you in my life in the first place. Don’t tell Isa this but I just mish you” 

“Y/n?” his voice turned soft and before you had time to register who was on the other end, you heard your door slam open behind me.

“What the hell are you doing?” now was Isabella's turn to interrupt the poor guy who desperately needed sleep. Your phone was quickly taken from you, struggling to get it back. 

“I left you for one minute and you-”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do!” you yelled back, lunging at her from your bed, grasping at your phone once again making a dash at the door. You clung the phone against your ear, praying to the person on the other end that Isabella hadn’t accidentally hung up “Baby are you still there?”

“Still here” his voice somehow soothed you as Isabella now gathered a confused look, walking behind you to spot the series of numbers instead of the usual contact. Her eyes widened at the realization. 

“I don’t think thats-”

“Shh” your finger came to her lips and she only rolled her eyes but kept quiet wondering how long it would take you to realize who you were calling was not your past lover, now only glazing an amused smile.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted” You threw a glare at Isabella who looked entertained, having the time of her life while you embarrassed yourself, knowing you’d forget this by the morning. “I’ve thought it over the past couple of hours and I just want to say-”

“Your phone died” Isabella pointed out, you audibly gasped near shedding tears at the terrible outcome. Seeing tears threatening to pour, she soothed you, containing her laugh at your childish state, “C’mon, let's get you to bed” 

With a deep frown, you followed her to your own room and flopped to bed making sure to connect your phone beforehand to its charger.

The next morning was a dread as your friend brought you pills and assisted you in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet draining all previous contents from the previous day.

“I didn’t do anything too bad, did I?” you asked, wiping your mouth after having just brushed your teeth. 

“Other than the bruise you gave me?” she said, making you cringe at the sight of the light purple mark on her cheek. “Yes”

Your shocked expression made it all the more humorous for her.

“Check your phone” was the only thing she said. Turning it back on, you noticed the unknown number of messages. 

Rough day?

You looked back at your friend waiting for her to explain,

“You nearly confessed your love to him, probably thinking it was Mateo” she explained and it sent your heart to go on overdrive, wanting to dig a hole for your embarrassment. He probably took pity on you from the foolery you pulled the night before. “He did sound pretty hot though” 

You hit your friend not liking how she took humour out of the situation, she hit you back with little force before new message popped up,

I don't want to sound invasive but now im curious, how deserving was your ex to earn someone as interesting as you?

Or have you two already made up? 

“You’re never making up with him,” Isa said, reading the texts over your shoulder. “But he sounds interested” she winked. 

“No.” You shook your head, denying all her ideas of whatever plans she was making up in that pretty mind of hers. 

It only took you an hour after she left to reply back to the guy after a long debate in your head. 

Not yet. 

Sorry for calling you, would be amazing if you forgot that ever happened. 

While I usually have a short memory, last night was unforgettable

Your friend get a bruise? Hit sound pretty brutal

She's fine. 

How come you didn’t hang up?

Was curious on how a love confession from you sounded like. 

And while your head told you to block him there and then, he sounded like a creep after all. You didn’t. Instead, conversations started, curious of his identity but keeping it a secret on either side, at least from what you believed. 

Any update on the scrunch?

Why was it that every time he texted, your heart began to do the familiar leap it would reserve for only people of interest? 

Do you want any updates? 

I thought you hated him as much as my friend. 

I do. Just making sure you're not getting yourself drunk again to call him

Because you???

Care about you???

Right. For all I know you could be a 70-year-old man who cares about me so much. 

Creep.

And I’m trusting that you aren’t some middle-aged women who sounds pretty. 

Pretty?

Is something wrong with a pretty voice? 

*Read*

“Are you ready, to go to the party of a lifetime?” Isabella barged into your apartment. You shouldn’t have given her a spare key. 

“No” you said, ignoring her groan as you went to reply to his text from earlier. She noticed, an interesting spark in her eyes before sitting next to you on the couch. 

“Have you found out who he is?” She asked, grabbing a chip from the bag you had laid across. You just shook your head, turning off your phone, ready for another lecture of hers. “Not even a picture?”

You shook your head again. Of course, you were curious, but if you weren’t willing to reveal your identity, you never pushed it onto him. You found out he went to Michigan University, the same school you go to. That’s the farthest you’ve been to ‘revealing’ who he is and there still are thousands of students on campus. 

“At least he’s not 50 with a good voice,” she said, reminding you of his comment on your own, your cheeks beginning to heat up again, and as much as she wanted to tease you further about it, she further insisted “You’re still coming with me to the party” 

“I went last time and hated it,” you said, last time being three months ago, when you had an argument with Mateo, your ex-boyfriend over the stupidest reason. You couldn’t even remember it, for christ sake!

“Mmh I wonder why” She narrowed her eyes at me, daring me to test her, you just glared back before sighing and saying a final ‘fine’. 

Her glare was quickly replaced with a bright smile, “great” she said before waltzing into your room as you quickly stood up, trailing behind her. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, although already guessing once you spot her opening your closet, a look of disgust washing over her as observed the mess inside.

“When was the last time you wore this?” She asked, pulling out a green fitted top, that (in your opinion) shows too much. One she bought you. Wore it once, never again, you swore. 

“Like a year ago” She looked offended by your response quickly throwing the top to you, having to catch it before it was sent straight to your face before being thrown a pair of pants. 

“You’re wearing that” she pointed to me, and you couldn’t find the energy to argue with her, instead sighing before changing. The two of you were close enough to change without much thought in front of the other. After being roommates together your freshman year, you had to quickly let go of any boundaries you would usually hold and one of those was getting dressed in the same room as someone. 

“Is Mark going?” you asked, referring to her fling and she only glanced at me with a cloud of sad eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed asking, “What happened?” worry in your tone quickly shook her and she just gave a small smile, saying “We stopped talking” 

You felt your own heartache for her before you realized why she was so persistent on going to the party, “he's going, isn't he?”

“All in the works of a mastermind” she gave me a small smirk, a mischievous glint in her eyes that made you believe she would end up with Mark by the end of the night. Their on-and-off relationship has hung strong for the past year, or was it two now?

The party started at nine that night, freshmen lingering outside as they gathered the courage to go inside. Most juniors and seniors let themselves enjoy the night with a beer in their hand as the music only got louder as the night progressed. 

We both walked to the end of the house, familiar with the layout of the house as we walked into the kitchen not as many people were, the ruckus was held outside, some played pool while others were playing beer pong, and as always, Isabella wanted to go outside, having a good idea where Mark was holding himself. 

You grabbed a simple beer bottle, taking off the lid before swinging it as you felt the bubbles burn your throat. 

A night to forget. 

You felt your phone buzz against your back, located in your pocket, and took it out, wanting to appear busy but curious either way eager on who was texting you but a body collapsing onto you interrupted.

“Shit, I’m sorry” A small apology was given and you shook it off, feeling the beer that was once in your hand, in a nice glass bottle, running down your arm. You grabbed your phone, ready to say ‘its fine’ before you met a pair of eyes that nearly threw you back to freshman year of college. 

Ethan Edwards. 

To say the least, you and him met in chemistry 1301. You two were lab partners and for a while, you two were friends. Up until he stood you up on presentation day and you got a 50 on the grade, bringing your overall to a 70. Resenting him for it, avoided all of his texts and calls, going as far as blocking his phone but it didn’t matter either way, getting a new phone afterward. 

Most would call you a bitch for a stupid reason. your GPA says otherwise. 

“Y/n?” his voice almost softened, drawing a backward step. “Didn’t think you’d be here” he set his own cup down and as much as you wanted to roll your eyes, you only narrowed them. 

“Same here” Really, you didn’t. He wasn’t much of a party-goer. If you knew he would be here, you wouldn’t have come. Not because of the freshman event but...

“Where is uhh” he seemed to forget his name, scratching the back of his neck, only assuming just how awkward this is for you. 

“Mateo?” you asked and he nodded. You almost laughed at his ability to forget, considering you and Mateo were once stuck to the hip. You crossed your arms against your chest before saying “We broke up”

“That sucks,” he said with a small smile. you rolled your eyes, knowing he’d only end up teasing you about it, but instead, his lips turned downward, asking just loud enough to hear against the music “I’m sorry about-“

“It’s fine” you interrupt him, not wanting to hear his apology in person, afraid your forgiving self would accept it in a millisecond. “A 70 isn’t so bad”

“shit… I didn’t think it would affect your grade” his frown was evident, a sympathetic gaze washing over his face. You shook your head, ready to say it was fine for the millionth time before he was the one to interrupt you “I had… a lot going on”

You didn’t get to ask the specifics before a face all too recognizable crossed your field of vision behind Ethan. 

Shit.

You didn’t notice him at first because he had his tongue down another girl's throat. 

Ethan, noticing your shocked gaze, turned around, finding the same scene. Sensing the drop of your heart to the floor, he turned back to you, a numbness creeping in the longer you stared. 

“Did he-“

“I broke up with him.” You turned back to him, ready to walk off suddenly not being able to stomach any contents from the past 24 hours. He nodded, shifting his feet to where he stood directly in front of you, blocking any view of Mateo. 

“Want to get out of here?” His gentle tone made your own throat clog up as you just nodded, looking up at him. He picked up your hand from your side, intertwining it with his before finding the nearest exit. 

You kept looking down at our hands, wondering why a warmth pooled over you as he walked you outside where a much lesser crowd was. From a distance you could see Isabella with Mark, aching at the familiar site of a relationship blossoming, she denies it but she’s inevitably falling for him. 

“You… stopped talking to me” he was the first to bring it up and you couldn’t help but feel even worse. Two years ago, experiencing the nights you two hung out together, you wouldn’t have expected to ever stop talking to him in such little time but growing up with grades being everything, a certain grudge took hold when you clicked the block button.

“If I could go back, I wouldn’t have done that,” you say, truthfully. The music now was a faint strum as you two ventured farther into the neighborhood, kicking the pavement. You could feel his gaze on you, withstanding, while yours was neglecting his. 

“There’s no time like the present” he offered, you stopped in your tracks, surprised, because in all honesty if you had done that to anyone else, they would’ve titled you a bitch and moved on. But… he was different and you should’ve realized that sooner. He turned to you, meeting your eyes, his smile slipping, the curves of his lips still tugging “If you’re up for it”

You only nodded, too afraid to say the wrong thing. He stepped closer to you, willing you to have to tilt your head. “How is it that you’ve grown taller?” you meant to tease him but instead it came out in awe and he let out a chuckle. 

“It’s called being a late bloomer” he playfully flicked your forehead, a wave of nostalgia filling you as you two laughed. Laughs seizing, the two of you only gazed into each other. “Y/n-”

A buzz came from your jean pocket and you quickly took it out, expecting the mysterious boy you’ve been talking to but instead receive a message from Isabella saying ‘staying over at Mark’s. Love you <3’. You quickly type back ‘Stay safe, love you more.’

“Mark is taking Isa home,” you say, more out loud to yourself than anyone and Ethan can’t help his sheepish smile. 

“I lost my bet on them last time,” he said and you furrowed your brows, not sure what he meant. “The guys are always betting how long they’ll last each time, I keep thinking that this is the time that he’ll finally carry it on, and ask her out officially but he manages to mess it up somehow”

You let out a breathy laugh, confessing on doing something similar “It’s not all Mark. Isa has never had a serious relationship, Mark is the closest thing to one. She can’t even accept that she likes him more than just a night together”

“Reminds me of someone I know” he says and you turned your head, 

“Are you implying the same about me?” you can’t help the offended tone exiting with your words. “I just got out of a 2-year relationship, Mr. ‘I don't date’”

“Before that, I mean” he rolled his eyes, his smile still intact. “It took you nearly the entire year to fess up to anyone that you liked Mateo.”

You internally took a step back, thinking back to freshman year and the reasons why you were never good at confessing to anyone about your feelings for Mateo before remembering the irregular heartbeat your pulse would go into with someone else. You only confessed your feelings to Mateo after denying the hidden ones for Ethan. A friendship you formed in a matter of days, you would never wished to break over something stupid like feelings. 

At least that was freshman year. 

“I should go home” you blurt out, suddenly every sense of feeling was heightened. The warmth his body would provide from simply walking next to you, his familiar cologne scent, and the way your hands would brush against each other. Ethan turned to you, confused but willing, nodding. 

“Let me walk you” he offered and you nearly said no before remembering that that would mean having to walk alone and in a university filled with drunk guys on the weekend, you were fearful, so instead you nodded, accepting his invitation but wanting to rush the evening now until you could go home and not overanalyze the way Ethan gazed at you. 

Because even if you liked him again, he wouldn’t like you. There was no way. 

Yet the way he looked at you… someone would think you hung the moon and stars right in front of him. 

[aussiexlovexaffair]

i’d b interested in a pt2 for breakdown of larzaylea lyrics. i always think of the mv for lie to me when luke’s in the destroyed car & the others are basically outside waiting for him to get out the car/relationship

yes!! totally, you've given me more incentive to write lolll okay okay here's part 2!

again, all songs i am not sure about the lyrics being about her will have an asterisk before the titles! keep in mind that this is taken out of context, so if you don't think arzaylea influenced the youngblood album, dni!

youngblood (youngblood, 2018): "Yeah you used to call me baby, now you're calling me by name. Takes one to know one, yeah, you beat me at my own damn game."

- this, in my opinion, is the song most about her that 5sos has ever released (besides lie to me).

- in this lyric, luke says the person he's in love with "beat him at his own game" and this could reference how during this time, 5sos was well known for hanging around girls of all kinds (thanks, rolling stones article...) and frequently hooking up with them. the girl in question, who is most likely was written with arz, has been sleeping with other guys or playing him in some way and the change in situation is throwing him for a loop.

"Lately, our conversations end like it's the last goodbye. Then one of us gets too drunk and calls about a hundred times. So who're you calling baby? Nobody can take my place. When you're looking at those strangers, hope to God you see my face."

- again, the lyrics bring up the infidelity in the relationship. the couple seems to fight and then separate, only to find themselves back together in the end after unhealthy events occur between those moments.

want you back (youngblood, 2018): "No matter where I go, I'm always gonna want you back. No matter how long you're gone. I'm always gonna want you back."

- this is pretty self-explanatory, if not very incriminating.

- even if the girl in the song, which was written right after the break-up, moves on, he will always be thinking about her.

"You know, even when I say I moved on, yeah, I still dream for you."

- the girl and him are both aware of the fact that as much as he might act like it, he'll always be thinking about them.

lie to me (youngblood, 2018): "Flashing back to New York City, changing flights so you'll stay with me, remember thinking that I got this right."

- during the course of their relationship, luke was reported to have issues getting to venues for soundcheck because of arzaylea. this could have been because of guilt that he felt for how his relationship was going. he might have felt responsible for the events taking place because of his fame.

"And now I wish we never met 'cause you're too hard to forget. While I'm cleaning up your mess, I know he's taking up your dress. And I know that you don't, but if I ask you if you love me, I hope you lie, lie, lie, lie to me."

- did luke know about her cheating on him with blackbear? i don't know that myself, but if anyone knows, please reach out through the asks!

- if he did, then we can interpret this as luke fixating on the idea that as much as she is hurting him by cheating on someone, he cannot stop loving her. at that point, even if it's a lie, he needs her to reassure him that she loves him.

- additionally, we can look at the music video for context about the lyrics.

- according to some of their friends, the members of the band did not like arzaylea. if they did in the beginning, it changed very quickly because the three of them were said to have tried talking luke out of the relationship midway through.

- this is shown in the music video when luke is singing in the car and waiting for the other cars to come crashing into his own. he knows the situation is bad, the other members are watching from the side lines with no ability to help, but luke makes no attempt to leave before the crash.

- luke was aware of how his relationship with arzaylea looked from the outside, but he couldn't take the advice of his own band members because a part of him embraced the disaster or at least found comfort in some part of it.

- also, luke is alone in the car. his relationship could've been distant or very cold towards the end or maybe in the moments when they were fighting.

- cars are a VERY popular symbol in their music videos: specifically amnesia, no shame, lie to me, and bad omens.

moving along (youngblood, 2018): "Have you been eating breakfast alone like me? Thinking about you lots, lately. Is it bad that I'm hoping that you're broken?"

- even though he loved her, luke finds himself hoping that she feels at least partly responsible for their relationship's termination. he also hopes that she isn't moving on too quickly and that his grief for their love isn't one-sided.

"Is it wrong if I ask you to come over? Is it wrong if I tell ya that I love ya? Even though I'd never do it when I'm sober."

- the comment about only doing it when he's drunk/intoxicated could bring up the drugs and partying that only increased with his relationship with him.

- their relationship was well known for being on-and-off, even during the beginning of their relationship. the parallels of hoping that she is hurting from the break-up and wanting her to come over showcase this.

"I know I'm the stupid one who ended it and now I'm the stupid one regretting it."

- again, luke feels guilty for the break-up and the next line mentions how the revelation only came to him under the influence. "drunk words are sober thoughts."

more (youngblood, 2018): "If me and you are living in the same place, why do we feel alone? Feel alone? A house that's full of everything we wanted, but it's an empty home, empty home."

- arzaylea was known to brag to her friends about moving in with luke so quickly after the beginning of their relationship. but according to the lyrics, the house is filled with tension and fighting which leaves it less comfortable and home-y than normal.

"Why does it feel like we're missing out? Like I'm standing behind the door. I just wanna get back to us 'cause we used to have more."

- the relationship has so much tension that they both feel like they've changed completely.

ghost of you (youngblood, 2018): "Cleaning up today, found that old Zeppelin shirt you wore when you ran away, and no one could feel your hurt. Too young, too dumb, to know things like love, but I know better now, better now."

- the memories that old items of hers bring up his feelings that he might have previously tried to get over by ignoring. instead of hoping she's hurting like before, he now recognizes how they were both immature and didn't know how a relationship was supposed to function.

"So I drown it out like I always do. Dancing through our house with the ghost of you. And I chase it down with a shot of truth, that my feet don't dance like they did with you." - acknowledging this, he knows that he'll continue to relive their time together, both good and bad, feeling like the mixture of youth and blind love is something that nothing compare to.

monster among men (youngblood, 2018): "Strong hold, it's time for me to admit that I'm an asshole, so here I go. Oh, the stupid truth is that I'm so bad for you. Oh no-no-no, I can't take it. Oh no-no-no, I won't break your heart again. I don't wanna be a monster among men."

- even if luke has thought previously that she was the reason behind all of the relationship problems, it is likely that this signifies him having the realization that his actions during the course of their relationship, were not all healthy.

- as much as people, myself included, like to sugarcoat everything they do, the arzaylea era/2014-18 era was extremely problematic for both the people they associated with and themselves.

meet you there (youngblood, 2018): "No matter where you go, you know I'd wait for you. I would break and bend if you wanted me to."

- his willingness to change his own personality reflects how he might have brushed his own wants and needs under the rug when it mattered. this is backed up by many of her friends' claims.

"So you go your way and I'll go mine. And if we're meant to, I'll meet you there. We can't speed up the hands of time, but if we're meant to love, I'll meet you there."

- even if the time isn't right for them at the moment, the relationship between them is too addicting to pass up, so they both mutually agree that if they meet at another time, they'll reconnect.

babylon (youngblood, 2018): "I see it on your face, a small trace. A blank slate, we've been erased. But if we're way too faded to drive, you can stay one more night."

- the girl's face gives it away to her partner that she is unable to connect with him like before. their use of substances bring back the spark however and give them the opportunity to reconnect.

"We said we'd both love harder than we knew we could go, but still the hardest part is knowing when to let go."

- while the both of them promise each other that they'd give each other everything they had, this can often result in a burn out. after this pinnacle, they have to ride out the high and except they have nothing else to give.

"I'm tired of the feud, your short fuse. My half-truths are not amused. I wish we had a clue to start anew."

- the couple is tired of his inability to communicate properly and how quickly she jumps to conclusions. this mix leads to them blowing up at each other.

-. another hint at miscommunication, a harbringer of jealousy (something luke and arzaylea struggled with), is the word itself "Babylon." the biblical city was so named because of the babbling people who offended God. before, they could understand each other clearly, hoping to make a tower to prove God didn't rule the earth. to punish them, he made them unable to communicate and continue building the tower, each speaking a different language. this references a couple not being able to understand one another when working towards a common goal, the relationship's success.

I CAN DO A PART 3 IF PEOPLE WANT!!! SEND ASKS!

[here-comes-the-moose]

Some More of my Bad Batch Headcanons Under the Cut

Because of his enhanced vision, Crosshair used to get sick from Tech’s flying. He’s mostly fine now, but it can happen if things get really rough.

Crosshair and Hunter get migraines. Crosshair’s affect his vision more, whereas Hunter’s affect his hearing more. Both are sensitive to smells.

Crosshair had a huge crush on General Skywalker. His brothers teased him about it.

Tech made Crosshair a special eye mask for his migraines.

Hunter feels like he always has to be strong for his younger siblings, so is only able to fully open up to Echo.

Changes in air pressure really mess with Hunter’s ears.

Tech made him some special ear plugs, both for the air pressure thing and for his migraines.

Crosshair is the youngest, and the others never let him forget it.

Crosshair is actually the most sensitive member of the batch.

Omega looks just like Crosshair as a kid.

Crosshair is a natural blond like Omega , he just bleaches his hair for the silver/platinum look.

Crosshair had a very baby face for most of his cadet years and when they were first deployed. I’m talking round face, chubby cheeks, the works. When he would glare at people, no one could take him seriously.

On that note, the Batch were deployed at an earlier age than most clones are, and still looked quite young when they first entered the war. People were confused by the extremely high success rate of these baby-faced enhanced clones.

This led to Cody adopting them right on the spot, of course.

Crosshair was the one who suggested that Echo come with them and be part of their squad.

Crosshair actually listens to Echo (most of the time). Hunter is extremely impressed by Echo’s ability to get his younger brother to behave with just a single look.

Omega is the only one with a 100% success rate in getting Crosshair out of bed during a depressive episode.

Everyone knows that Crosshair and Wrecker team up to cause shenanigans™️, but the real danger comes when Crosshair and Tech team up to cause trouble. If the two of them are suspiciously quiet and haven’t been seen in a while, Hunter has alarm bells going off in his head.

Seeing Tech and Crosshair together reminds Echo so much of himself and Fives when they were in the 501st.

Echo knew Crosshair and Tech were twins before anyone even told him.

Crosshair was one of those kids who held his breath until he got his way.

He was also one of those kids who would cry to the point of throwing up.

Omega is used by her brothers (mainly Crosshair or Wrecker) to convince everyone to get a treat or to have dessert before dinner.

Echo is always the first choice to be on the aux.

All of them were completely devastated after Wrecker’s injury, but showed it in different ways. Hunter became more withdrawn but also became extremely overprotective of his brothers after and continued to have nightmares of both the incident but also other instances in which his brothers could get hurt. Tech could not sleep and kept running over what had happened to see if he could have done anything differently or better to have prevented it from happening (he couldn’t have and that makes it worse in his mind). Crosshair could not stop crying and absolutely refused to leave Wrecker’s side to the point where the medics gave up on trying to remove or sedate him.

Wrecker used to be in charge of their meals before Echo came to live with them. Now they split the responsibility (not completely 50/50 though since they all prefer Echo’s cooking).

They used to eat like a bunch of college guys before Echo came to live with them.

Crosshair gets sick really easily.

Hunter pretty much never gets sick, but he does have really bad allergies.

Tech is a slutty drunk.

Hunter cannot sing for shit.

Hunter is permanently banned from cooking after not only setting the kitchen on fire, but also undercooking and burning the food and giving his brothers the worst food poisoning. This was all from the same incident.

Omega regularly calls her brothers (minus Echo) stinky.

She started this after hearing Echo calling them stinky.

Wrecker LOVES listening to space Kesha and space Katy Perry.

Wrecker only drinks fruity drinks. If it doesn’t taste like juice and have a little garnish, he doesn’t want it.

The only exception to this is beer.

Omega keeps her brothers humble. It’s actually her duty as a little sister. She once called Crosshair stinky and old on the same day.

Tech is the main one who can understand Crosshair when he gets into one of his moods. He is also the one who is able to explain what’s going on to the rest of the batch.

Feel free to add more! I love hearing everyone’s headcanons 😊 I will also be posting more this is a threat

[skkfujoshi]

I’m now becoming my self fulfilling prophecy

Akutagawa couldn’t help but find it odd,the lack of annoyance he felt at the sight before him,the weretiger wearing his ability

He should’ve been annoyed by all metrics,especially since giving the beast Rashoumon left Akutagawa in quicksand wearing a too thing,flimsy shirt.Yet as he watched the weretiger effortlessly slice through Goncharov’s stone hands,he could feel nothing but pride.

The arm didn’t reform and Akutagawa could only scoff in amusement as he watched Goncharov panic.Not so long ago,it was him and Fitzgerald that had that reaction,because an incredible revelation had dawned on them.

The weretiger could slash trough skills themselves.

It was a simple assumption from there.Rashoumon could devour but also stretch space.If tiger and demon were to intertwine,they’d form a blade even a deity couldn’t stop.That had been Akutagawa’s assertion anyway.

And he had been right.So,perhaps,his pride had nothing to do with that mangy cat at all.

“Akutagawa!” Speaking of…

“Right!” Goncharov’s scream accompanied their exclamation.

“Beast beneath the moonlight-Rashoumon!Kokozetso!”

-

“Wait!Don’t touch him!”Dazai yelled,but it was already too late

The soldier had grabbed Fyodor’s wrist and while he couldn’t see the man’s face,the way his body slumped to the floor told Dazai everything he had to know.

“He’s dead.”Fitzgerald said

All the guns in the room were now aimed squarely at the rat’s head. “Try anything else and we’ll shoot.”Ango said curtly

Dazai hadn’t doubted the truth of Ango’s words.He just doubted that something so rudimentary would keep Fyodor down for very long.

He just doubted if this was his second mistake.

“And that’s the report done.Thank you for the help,Dazai.” “Considering you basically dragged me here by the ear,it’s not like I had much of a choice in the matter…You guys have a contact in Mersault,right?”

Ango nodded,turning off his computer.

“Yes.We’ll get an update every week or so from France to make sure he stays where he’s supposed to.” “…Make it daily.I think that’s better.” His old friend sighed and poured out two cups of cofee.He slid one towards Dazai.

“Since Mersault was built nobody’s ever escaped.” “There’s always exceptions.” “You did your part Dazai.We’ll take it from here.” “Yes,because you have such a great track record.”Dazai said,taking a sip

Then his phone rang.Dazai leaned back in his seat and pulled it out ,lowering the volume,before picking up.

“What’s going on,Ranpo?” “You won’t believe what Fukuzawa did!” “Hmm?” “We took Pushkin out and Fukuzawa just gave him over to the mafia.He didn’t even give me a second to question the guy!The greatest mystery of the year and I don’t even get a crack at it!” “Yeah…That sucks…What do the others think?” “Kunikida and Yosano are pissed too.For different reasons,but I’ll take it.He’s stewing and she’s…” “Sharpening her knives I’m assuming?” “Yeah…Shame,she would’ve enjoyed healing the guy.” “Can’t blame her,I would freak out too if I heard somebody liked bacon flavored candy,Honestly Atsushi needs better taste.” “…Are you lying?” “Yup.” “Aha.Got it.” “Talk to you later.Bye.”

His coworker hung up and Dazai shook his head with a sigh.

“The kid might get food poisoning.Tragic.” “Mhh…”Ango mumbled as he stood up and closed the door “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Have you thought about our conversation?In the light of everything?” “Said ‘everything’ finished up two hour ago.” “Dazai.” “…I’m still going through with it,Ango.” “You saw him half dead and it did nothing for you?That’s almost impressive.” Dazai sighed and stretched his arms above his head.If anything he wagered that made him even more determined.He knew how to go about things now,just how to avoid making himself regret it too bad.

“It did do something for me.I know how I should kill him now.I’ll get him nice and drunk and then I’ll smother him in his sleep.”Dazai said smoothly “Should?!” “I’m not doing this because it’s fun,okay?It got me into fights with my coworkers,it upset Atsushi and to top it all of Chuuya beat the shit out of me after finding out.” “…Don’t you think that’s a sign to stop?” “We’re dealing with a demigod with all the self control of a preteen.If I happen to be out of town and he gets it in his head there’s a good reason to use corruption…He’ll do it and if he does…”

Dazai snapped his fingers.

“There goes the world.” “…Can’t he control it now?” “So he thinks.I don’t trust that thing,no matter what it’s told Chuuya.I won’t take that chance.”

Ango placed a hand on his shoulder but Dazai shrugged it off.He smiled at his old friend.

“I’ll give you this though.You were right about one thing.” “Hmm?” “I have to do it myself.I have to see him die.”

Upon reflection,his reaction back in Fitzgerald’s office proved that.Chuuya being killed by someone else or dying without Dazai being there…It was an upsetting thought.

So,he’d do it himself.He wouldn’t make Chuuya suffer.He wouldn’t look at his dumb face as he did it,wouldn’t look at those last moments of struggle.

He’d wait until Chuuya Nakahara was nothing more than a body.And then he’d let himself grieve.

For Chuuya and for what they once were and for what they might’ve been.And if he dies or gets killed soon after…He was oddly alright with that.

-

“Akutagawa?” “Hmm?” “You know I can clean them,right?”the weretiger asked,pointed at the small bowl

In said bowl,Akutagawa had mixed the detergents and fabric softener the weretiger had on hand(surprisingly decent brands he had to admit) along with some water.Currently he was washing Chuuya’s gloves in it,sleeves pulled up.

“…These gloves are old,they could tear very easily and your brutish hands would rip them to shreds.” The weretiger sighed and turned the kitchen tap on,beginning to wash his face.

Akutagawa focused back on his task,slowly scrubbing the quicksand out with his fingers.And then…

“Crap.”

He lifted the gloves out of the mixture and scowled.A tear.He heard a chuckle behind him.

“You were saying?” “Silence,you foul beast!” Before he could further deride the detective,a small plastic bag was tossed his way.Akutagawa caught it with his ability and peaked inside.In there was some needle and thread.He placed the bag down and wrung the liquid out.

“Get me some napkins.I need to dry them out first.”

A few moments later,the weretiger obliged and walked over with a pile of napkins and laying them next to the bowl.Akutagawa gently placed them down.

“Akutagawa?” “Hmm?” “Your coat…Why did you give it to me?” “It was the only way to-“ “Win?I know but…You hesitated.If you knew you could do that…There was a reason you didn’t do it as soon as we dropped into the quicksand.”

Akutagawa glared down at the gloves instead of his rival as he tucked them in to the napkin pile.

How could he describe what happened back there?That when the weretiger said “You’d be surprised.”his weak,but teasing smile told Akutagawa that his rival expected him to be anything but?

That those sunset eyes saw straight trough him?That he felt deep inside that the parts of themselves they despised were mirror images of one another in that moment?That that alone confirmed Dazai was right to want them to be partners?That maybe ,knowing their cores were the same ,Akutagawa didn’t completely hate the idea?

Honestly he didn’t know which one of those options disgusted him more. “…You admitted to your weaknesses,weretiger.While it’s foolish…It takes a certain kind of honor to oblige the requests of your enemies.That earns you a certain sort of respect from me.Enough to let you bear my Rashoumon.” The weretiger hummed and looked away.Akutagawa sighed and picked up the now dry pair of gloves.

_

Atsushi’s eyes flicked to his rival as he began repairing his mentor’s gloves.Atsushi stared at him in thought.

It was odd.Seeing a mafioso doing this kind of thing.Honestly,the man as a whole was strange.He was a killer,spoke of death like it was pleasant dinner conversation but he didn’t seem eager to take lives.

Willing,sure,but eager no.Fear though…Being feared he seemed to enjoy.And yet…Clearly there was some good there.

Akutagawa,despite his casual approach to death,was just as unsettled as Atsushi and Kunikida when he saw those children.Equally solemn as Kunikida when he’d told him and Tachihara what happened with that poor girl.

And well…Kyouka still spoke to him.Whatever their dynamic had been,it must’ve been at least bearable for her to willingly make the effort.

Not to mention that look back when Akutagawa and him were sinking into the quicksand.

It stirred a thought within Atsushi.Kyouka had been a killer too.But she had changed,learned to live in the light.

Perhaps…

“Akutagawa?” “Yes?”he said,finishing up his work with the gloves ”…You want to fight me,right?” “…What does that matter?” “This alliance between our organizations probably won’t end any time soon.If we start fighting spontaneously it could become a problem.” “The point of this is?” “But if it was something we agreed on…There’d be no issue.” “Again,the point is?” Atsushi took a deep breath.

“I’ll fight you.In six months.As long as you don’t kill anyone in that time.”

It was a big ask,especially considering Akutagawa’s job.There was a high likelihood he’d laugh in Atsushi’s face.

But surprisingly,his rival only turned to him,eyes wide for just a moment before he narrowed them in thought.

He sat still for a concerning amount of time,making Atsushi wonder if he had just frozen in real time,before nodding.

“Very well.”Akutagawa muttered

Atsushi,almost absentmindedly,offered his hand.

“Deal?”Atsushi asked “Deal.”Akutagawa agreed,shaking his sworn enemy’s hand

-

“Did you like your new playmates?” Chuuya asked

Yumeno smiled,big and proud,as he nodded,the two men screaming in the background.

“That’s nice.“Chuuya said ruffling his hair ”Thank you for your help,Yumeno.I appreciate it.Hand me your doll and go upstairs,alright?I’ll take it from here.”

Q hesitated,clutching the doll closer for a moment,but it was just for that brief moment.After that he gently put the ripped up plaything over into Chuuya’s arms.

“Take good care of it,ok?” “Don’t worry,I’ll patch it up really nicely.Speaking of patching up,Kaiji’s already waiting for you upstairs so you better hurry up.” Yumeno groaned.

“Of all the people to be immune to my curse…” “Yeah,yeah…Now,head up before those injuries really start hurting.”

Begrudgingly,with an eye roll,Yumeno obliged running up the dungeon steps.Chuuya waited until the door shut behind him before sitting down on the steps himself and pulling out a needle and thread. He hummed some nonsensical tune as he did so,the screaming stopping as soon as he sewed the head up.

“Hello gentlemen.Got anything new for me?” Chuuya asked,getting up

He glanced at the two captives.Goncharov was laying limp on the ground,while Pushkin was shaking and sobbing.

Chuuya cleared his throat.

“We have nothing for you!”Pushkin yelled,crawling over and grabbing at the bars “I don’t believe that.”Chuuya seethed”You told me Fyodor can’t die.Both of you did.The guy’s a genius,but so was my father.Being smart didn’t make him immune to dying when he fell 50 stories.” “My master works in the most mysterious of ways.Far too complex for the likes of you,gravity manipulator.” “God,Ivan,stop-“ “Enlighten me,Goncharov.What exactly do you mean by that?” “Many have tried but he has never once faltered.That is proof of his-“ “On second thought I concur with your colleague here.Your vague,religious fanatic crap isn’t helpful in the slightest.”

Chuuya rubbed his temples.Maybe he should’ve just shot the bastard as soon as that sort of crap started leaving his mouth.He rolled his shoulder and turned to Pushkin.Might do it yet,the day’s still young. “Care to translate?” “F-Fyodor wasn’t always the leader of the Rats.We had this…This hazing ritual where we assigned the toughest mission to the newbie.If they came back alive,they’d be inducted…They rarely did though.” “But Fyodor did?” Pushkin nodded,eyes wide in horror.

“We dismissed it but then…it kept happening.Our old leader tried to kill him,with poison…We saw him take a sip but…Then he came out of the room like nothing happened…And our leader was just gone.We heard Dostoyevsky get shot and he j-just walked it off.No scratches or anything.” Chuuya hummed in thought.From what he knew of Fyodor’s ability,it allowed him to explode people who touched him.Maybe he used the blood or life force of those he killed to heal himself in addition.

It wouldn’t be the most absurd concept out there.Chuuya could control the gravity of the things he touched but also make black holes.

And Dazai’s new protégé had increased senses and an unnaturally quick healing factor in addition to being able to turn himself into a tiger fully or partially.

The addition wasn’t the same thing in either case but it fell closely enough under the umbrella to be part of the ability.

That could very well be the case here…

“Was he covered in blood either time?” “No.” So possibly he healed by absorbing blood.Chuuya nodded.

“I see.Seems you’re not completely useless,Pushkin.Thank you for the help.”

Chuuya pulled on a small,thin chain around his neck,hidden under his scarf.On it hung a vial,the liquid inside brown in colour .Taking the chain off,Chuuya walked over to the bars,kneeling down and bringing the vial to the virus user’s quivering lips.

“Here,some alcohol.”

Pushkin gulped it down hungrily,the bottle emptied in only a couple seconds.A couple more seconds later,he collapsed to the ground,dead.

Chuuya sighed,closing the man’s wide open,aimless eyes.Same poison Mori promised to provide Dazai over the years.If that bandaged waste of oxygen ever finds out,he won’t hear the end of it.

He put the chain back on and…Laugter.Hysterical,loud,ugly laughter right behind him.

Chuuya turned around and sure enough there Goncharov laid,laughing up a storm.

“What’s so funny,you freak?”

After a few more moments,the man calmed,though his chest was still heaving just slightly.

“Oh…Oh he’ll have so much fun with you…Both of you…He’ll laugh as he burns this sad little organization to the ground and so will I…”

It was all the ramblings of a lunatic.Chuuya knew that.The man was literally lobotomized,what sort of sense would he have left?Still, his stomach sank and his throat felt bloated.Chuuya stood up,and walked over to the man’s cell,crouching down again.

Then he pulled harshly on Goncharov’s hair,his head making a loud thud against the bars as it smashed into them.

”Ivan…You know what I did to the last religious nut I met?”

The man turned to lay on his side,a creepy smile still on his face.Chuuya reached trough his bars and squeezed his jaw.

“I ripped him up in a black hole.And I killed his entire fanatic little cult with him.I was fifteen then.So stupid,naive and inexperienced…A baby really….Now I’d do much worse.Don’t test my limits.”he said letting go of him,standing up and turning heel.

Even as Chuuya locked the dungeon door,he could still hear Ivan laughing.

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[fangirlstorycreator]

I hope you are well 🖤💕 I have an ask.

We all know Fenris is jilted towards mages, understandably so, but what if he falls in love with a mage, sort of like in DA2 but this is pre-Kirkwall before he would meet the champion. He's out exploring and stumbles upon a young mage who is being harassed by bandits and he jumps in to save her, only to find she's hurt, and also quite pretty. He struggles with her abilities at first but then soon sees her creating ethereal style butterflies as she sits in their camp, and he finds himself enamored.

Thank you very much for the ask! This is my first ask that's from my new list and I'm very happy to write this for you! I will try my best for you 💚

Being a mage wasn't easy, with most of the people you've come across on your travels, they didn't exactly take to you very well. You were seen as a danger and they kept their distance, apart from the odd few who would confront you, weather it be on the road somewhere or in public. You had been many places all over the land, and you didn't feel very welcome in any place you visited, so you ended up only going into the public eye to get supplies for yourself. You were able to sleep easily on the road, occasionally helping the odd person hear and there for coin, and it was a fairly comfortable life...but that's not to say that it wasn't lonely for you. You had noone travelling with you, and you kind of wanted that, but if it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't the end of the world. You had just passed a market stall on the edge of Kirkwall and stoped to get some things to make for your dinner tonight, you grabbed some cured meat, vegetables, fresh fruit and a new water pouch. You walked happily back through the market, that was until this sudden thump was felt in your shoulder before you fell to the floor with an aggressive push.

Someone had knocked you off your feet, and you look up to see this arrogant man covered in scars, and 3 of his men behind him laughing at your fall. "Aww what's the matter little mage? Can't handle bumping into a real man?" You hated this man with this single question, you hated arrogant guys like this. You stood up, brushed yourself down and smiled back at him "No I didn't, but when I do I'll be sure to let you know" This mans friends all go "Ooo!" Behind him, this annoys the man who pushed you. "You need to be careful little girl, you know rudeness is not attractive" "Hears a question then? What makes you think I'm trying to attract you?" He was stumped, he looked at you like a deer caught in the light, he wasn't expecting that response. You smirk and walk past them all, leaving the market behind and onwards to your next place to travel, which seemed like the forest in the distance ahead. You were kind of used to that happening to you, not everyone was a fan of mage's, especially if you were a woman too. But because it was such a normal thing, you were used to it and tended to push it to the back of your mind.

You camped up a little while later and made a small fire with your magic, it saved spending money on stuff for it when you could just wave your hand. You had eaten and were watching the sun go down through the trees, it was a lovely end to the day....or so you thought. By the time it was dark, you were just reading a book by the fire when you hear muffled chatter and laughter, from quiet to louder as it got closer to your camp. When you finaly see who it is, you realise this wasn't good "Hello again little mage!" This was the same man and his friends from the market, they seemed a little drunk, but not enough to be properly impared. You just tried to ignore them and continue reading, but they were now in your camp, and you couldn't ignore them now. "Wanna tuck us in little lady?" "No, go away" "Ah come on, hey, if your lucky...I might let you sleep in the same bed roll as me? I think you'll be quite impressed" "You do know, being a dick isn't going to make yours any bigger?" Again, his friends were amused by how you could defend yourself and anger this man. "Watch your mouth mage! I know I can take you single handed!"

"I really hope one day you choke on all that sh#t you talk" "Oh is that right? Well then, it seems we're all going to have to teach you a lesson. Boys!" This man and his friends all charge at you, which catches you a little off guard, but not enough for you to make a protective barrier just in time to push them back away from you. But what you didn't realise, was that they seemed to have planned this attack on you, and you weren't aware of the man behind you until it was too late. You felt a painful blast behind your back, causing you to fall to the floor in pain, where this hidden man jumps towards you and grabs your arms, pinning them behind your back. "Ahaha! That's what you get you little b#tch!" This man and his friends advance on you, and start kicking you and punching you, rendering you helpless and being made to endure all this pain. You weren't able to say a single magic encantation with them punching you in the face, and your hands were being held behind you so your couldn't conjure anything, you were stuck, and scared. "Mages like you don't belong hear! And we're going to make sure you never retur-nngguuhh!"

This mans voice is suddenly cut off by the sound of him grunting in pain, through your swollen eye, you see that a mans fist has gone through his chest. But there seemed to be magic infused into his hand, and they wore a gauntlet of sharp claw like shapes. When the fist is pulled back out, the man holding you throws you to the ground and you fall forward and collapse onto the ground infront of you. Your in so much pain that the sound of fighting is just a white noise to you, and you lie there trying to make sence of what's going on around you. Your vision is blurry, but you see these men falling like flies to this unknown man. You can't make out what he looks like, but you can make out this strange colour from him...it was white...and it seemed to be, almost vibrant against his skin. It was something you'd never seen before, were you really seeing this? He seemed to have white hair, grey armour, and he had eyes like emeralds. You were fighting consciousness, and as the last man gets slane, your eyes are slowly starting to close. This unknown man walks over and kneels beside you, the last thing you remember is the feel of this mans hand against your cheek, before everything went black.

You awake some time later, with bandages on your wrists, one of your shoulders and you can feel healing remedies and oils on your face and skin. You seemed to be safe, but who was it that saved you? You slowly sit up, with your body aching and creaking as you do, this makes the man sitting by the fire notice you, and he moves to sit infront of you. "Woh woh, take it easy there. You've had a few nasty injuries" "You?...your the man who saved me?" For some strange reason he looked a little taken back by that comment, but then he said "Yes, my name is Fenris. I heard a commotion on my way through this forest. And when I investigated, that's when I happend upon you. And those awful men who were attacking you" "What did you do to them?" "They are dead, they will no longer bother you or any other mage anymore" "Well, thank you very much for saving me Fenris, my name is Y/N" "Its a pleasure to meet you" "Just one thing, how did you know I was a mage?" "Well, it was only because I over heard those men saying that you were, I don't normally spend time in the presence of mages, but you were in danger. So I made an exception"

"Thank you for that again by the way. May I ask why you don't like mages?" "Well it's because of a mage who I have had bad experiences with, he uses dark and bad magic. Hence why I don't particularly trust mages. But...I noticed when you were being attacked, you didn't use any dark magic, only a protective barrier" "I don't like the thought of dark magic, I only want to protect myself and others around me.....which I guess I couldn't do this evening" "You were over powered by many men, don't put yourself down about that" "That's kind, thank you" he made sure the bandages were secure and that you weren't in a great deal of pain, after what felt like a few hours of general chit chat, you decided to ask him a question. "Fenris?" "Yes Y/N?" "I wanted to ask you....what are those markings are on your arms and neck? I can sence magic in them, am I right?" "Yes, you are right. I imagine I must look strange to you, I did not receive these markings by choice, even so, they have served me well. Without them, I'd still be a slave" "I'm sorry? A slave?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that my story isn't a nice one, infact my story is part of why I happend upon you this evening. You see, I was a slave to a magister by the name of Danarius, he was my master and I did not want to be his property. That is why I am hear, I have escaped his clutches and I am now being hunted by bounty hunters" "But if he's getting people to hunt you down, what does he want from you?" "Not me, more the markings on my skin. It is Lyrium, burned into my flesh to provide Danarius what was acquired of his pet" "So that's why I met you tonight? Your on the run?" "Not quite, I was on the run. But I have realised that I don't want to run anymore, I don't want to live my life in fear. So I'm looking for my former master Danarius, and I intend to kill him for everything he has put me through" "I take it because he is a magister, he's a difficult man to find?" "That's correct, he is a magister of the tevinter imperium. They hold all the power over the chantry and the imperial court, and he is also a very slippery man who is able to evade many moments where I was very close to confronting him"

"It sounds like you need help finding him?" "That's right, the only thing is, whose going to help an escaped slave looking to kill their former master?" "I don't know? Maybe a mage who you saved? And is now in your debt with the knowhow and abilities to help track someone down" "Y/N, I don't know. This is a dangerous thing to ask of anyone, and being around a mage is difficult enough as it is" "Don't you like that I'm a mage?" "You seem like a lovely woman, but after my history with Danarius, I'm very cautious. You can understand that right?" "Of course I do, you have a very good reason not to trust mages. But you were kind enough to help me, and I would like to return the favour. I have many abilities as well as magic, and if I can, maybe I can show you that not all mages are the same. From the sounds of Danarius, I don't want to be anything like him. Anyone who keeps slaves and burdens them with a body burned with Lyrium, is someone with a cold soul, which I'm nothing like" Fenris looks conflicted, but he also knows he can't take on Danarius alone. "Look, if you do want to help me with my former master, then I am happy for the help. But it will just take me time to trust you, and if your magic is harmful in anyway, I will no longer want you around. Is that understood?" "Understood Fenris" "Alright, then we have a deal"

You and Fenris camped there that night after striking a deal, he was kind enough to save you, it's only fair you offer to help him in his moment of need. You and him traveled through towns and villages hunting down any information on Danarius, all while you were slowly healing from your injuries. Fenris was kind enough to offer his support and help you when you were either in pain or if you struggled with something you were unable to do at the time. After the first week of travelling with him, a friendly bond was made between you both and there was mutual respect on either side. After a few more weeks, the only thing you and Fenris were able to accomplish was slaying more of the bounty hunters and find out what Danarius's next possible moves could be. You and Fenris now got on much better, but you hid from him that you found him quite attractive. He was strong, brave, resilient and clever, and whenever he looked into your eyes, you felt so comfortable and warm. You had heard of women feeling this butterfly sensation when they see a man they have feelings for, but you didn't feel that with Fenris. You just felt calm, you wondered why? You knew more about eachother now, and you knew Fenris was scared at the thought of magic being used, hence why you didn't use any around him.

And if you did, it was very small. One evening, you and Fenris had found a place to pitch up a tent in a woodland area beside a river, Fenris was pitching up his own tent when you had finished and decided to sit on the edge of the soft and slow flowing river. It was a short distance away from the tents, but still far enough that you wouldn't be able to hear him unless he was shouting at you. It had been so long since you had done magic, and it was always so easy for you to do. Hence why when you were by the water, the colours in the water from the moon light and the fire, made you feel magic in your finger tips, and you so easily made an ethereal bunch of butterflies. They were a beautiful dusty blue colour from the water and the moonlight, and a lovely milky yellow underneath their wings, that contrasts wonderfully with the blue. You made about 6 or 7 of these lovely little butterflies, and they just flutter around you and over the water as you smile.

Little did you know, that Fenris was watching you from his tent, but not with fear, but like he was entranced. Ever since he's known you, he has been very honest about his thoughts on magic and mages, and he was very pleased that you didn't do magic around him. But as he got to know you, he had this gut feeling that you were indeed, nothing like Danarius, just like you said. He also grew to like you more from spending more time with you, and when you did use the odd but of magic hear and there, he was pleased you made sure it was only small and nothing damaging or threatening. But right now, he was witnessing you use your magic, and he quite simply couldn't look away. Not just because he was impressed with your skill in creating these beautiful butterflies, but it was your smile that was catching his eye too. He loved your smile, he loved watching you in your element and how happy you were by simply making something so sweet. He had been denying his feelings for you for a long time, and he knew he wouldn't be able to keep them in for much longer, not with him falling even more in love with you everytime he saw you smile.

He walked over to you and sat beside you at the river, which made you very confused. "Fenris?" "Yes? You sound suprised that I've seated myself beside you. Have I done something to upset you in any way?" "No, not at all. I'm just confused" "About what?" "What do you think?" You ask while pointing to the floating butterflies. "Ah, I can understand your thoughts. But I have to admit, that I'm actualy quite impressed by your magic" "You are?" "Indeed. When we first met, you told me you wanted to show me that not all mages are the same, and that you were nothing like Danarius, and in our time together, you have proven just that" "I have always been honest with you Fenris, I wouldn't ever want to hurt you or any other innocent person with magic" "And I know that now, I see that. I see it every day, and I see your kindness and honesty in your smile too.....your smile....the moon, stars and camp fire could all be hidden from view, and your smile will still be the brightest view" "Fenris...that's beautiful" "I'm just trying to show you my honesty. Y/N, I know that I am still a man on the run, but with your help I've managed to get closer to Danarius more than I ever have before and I'm very thankful for that. But during our time, I have found that I have grown a certain....feeling towards you. A feeling I'm hoping is reciprocated, if it isn't I will understand, but I needed to be honest with you if we were going to continue hunting Danarius"

"Fenris? Is this your way of saying you have romantic feelings for me?" "That's what I'm trying to do yes. I do apologise, I haven't been in this situation before and I'm not quite sure how to tell you my true feelings" "Well I can put your mind at ease Fenris, because I feel the same way" "You do?" "Of course I do" "Oh I, that's wonderful" You giggle and blow a butterfly towards his face, making the end of his nose tickle. "I thank you for this" "You do realise you don't have to thank me for liking you back Fenris?" "Yes, I know. But this is just a wonderful thing to happen to me, and I felt the need to say it. But I'm happy, very happy. If there is a future to be had, I will walk into it gladly at your side" "I couldn't quite hear that, could you speak up?" You ask cheekily. "Why don't I make it clearer for you?" He says right before he leans in with a desperate need, and he kisses you with a fiary passion. Holding the back of your head with his hand, and his lips were locking so perfectly with yours, like he craved your touch. Your eyes were closed, but you could sence that his markings were glowing as he kissed you, almost like his body was vibrating with excitement. When he pulled away after you both needed some air, he looked at you with his deeply green emerald eyes, and you were hypnotised. "Was that sufficient for you?" He asks with a little smile. "Hmmm, I don't know. Maybe you should kiss me again, just to make sure" "I think it's safe to say I will never tire from this"

[theboytatu]

anon back from a week ago re: bbh being a messy bitch who likes drama and his ability to shape his fans opinions. still would love your take on this topic if you don't mind

i am sooo sorry omg i have the attention span of an alcoholic toddler!!!! yes ok so I don't have that many examples on hand because i'm not a library of exo content, all my bookmarks on twt are a mess ugh

but re: manipulation and what i would actually call being an expert at exploiting an atmosphere but everyone else calls being an attention whore

exhibit A: him "drunk texting" fans on bubble during exo fanmeet in april. mind you this was right in the middle of the legal battle with SM which we had no idea about at the time. fans were so emotional - first exo performance as a full group in over 3 years, baekhyun fresh off his military life, yadda yadda yadda - he was pretty drunk from the post concert dinner the group had. yet later we found out idols need to review messages THREE TIMES before sending anything on bubble lmao 😭 i'm not saying he was faking it - i'm saying even drunk he knew exactly what these texts were gonna do to the fans. he is that good at riling people up like that + preemptively digging his parasocial nails into the fandom cause he knew shit was about to hit the fan.... I love his mind

exhibit B: the most recent example and something that had me crawling up the walls. i'm not saying he faked it or that he planned to fall asleep on purpose during a livestream, i completely believe baekhyun is careless and overworked enough to do that. what makes me scream into a pillow is the way he was UNFAZED by that shit when he woke up. had his manager blowing up his phone asking him to wake up and +40k people hearing him moan in his sleep and he woke up and stayed in the livestream. FOR 30 MORE MINUTES. he laughed it off and started joking teasing people etc etc like he genuinely dgaf.

might I add this pattern of starting twitter lives early in the morning only started after the comeback which i think is very interesting. i dont think its a coincidence at all but i need to gather my thoughts on that

exhibit C: not manipulative per se but this fucking clip is so insane to me i love how the worst things happened to exo completely unprompted it's like seeing an episode of the office. anyway baekhyun taking one for the team and distracting fans with his silly little dance.. THAT'S RIGHT HE'S THE GUY THAT STEPPED UP. and i think it showcases his quick thinking and social skills perfectly cause the rest of these men were frozen in place with half their asses out but baek just took it like a champ lol. he just wants to be seen <3 and told he's done a good job <3 give him all the praises please

exhibit D: this horrible fucking live. just baekhyun as a whole in superm.... like he's not dumb he knew nctzens were eating him up and shipping him w taeyong and what did he do? he went ahead and gave them exactly what they wanted.. while wrapping taeyong around his little finger might I add. now i think irl baekhyun and taeyong aren't that close, they're like those friends from work that you genuinely like but it's not someone you would seek out outside of pretty specific social settings. but baekhyun isn't fucking stupid he knew nctzens were a segment of kpop fans he could tap into and either turn into his own fans or he could get slapped in the face by exols turning on him.

anyways this is so fucking long im sorry to ppl following me i'm on mobile and can't make a read more. no one cares about the weird things i only notice about baekhyun but yes there's more to it i just dont have links for most things... but there's not a lot of specific examples idk once you notice it you just watch content with baekhyun and it becomes pretty clear.

[inkstainedwanderer]

Not just bad media literacy, but bad judgment in general.

When I was in my twenties I moved in with my bio dad and his family because I was homeless and had been couch surfing.

My bio dad's father in law also lived there and paid a good portion of rent so my bio dad let him do whatever he wanted mostly(literally between the 5-9 of us living in this 3 bedroom house only 3 of us paid rent). The guy was nice, a veteran, no stranger to homelessness, but he was also an alcoholic who spent the rest of his money buying alcohol and weed for the local homeless population who would then hang out and sleep on our porch. Some were regulars and mostly pretty nice, but most were just a cycle of random people.

This brought problems.

We got bedbugs.

One man tried to follow me into the house, making me feel unsafe. The same man also wouldnt leave me alone whenever I left the house until I got on the bus or someone distracted him.

My 4 year old sister couldnt play outside without people approaching her and obviously nobody wants a playdate at the house with all the drunk people outside.

A lady who had some mental issues got drunk and decided to try to force her way into the house. My bio dad blocked her and shut the door in her face, where she proceeded to scream, kick the door, and call the cops for theft and assault. My little sister, who was terrified from the screaming woman, got to also witness cops try to force my bio dad out to arrest him until the woman's daughter arrived to explain that her mother left her purse with her while they were trying to get her into housing and that she had some mental health problems.

I had a previously pleasant homeless man freak out when I didnt bring him free food from work like I usually did,

We also got stolen from twice by people my bio dad let stay in the house because he knew them. One was my own half brother who invited people into the house at night, kept the family pittbull distracted upstairs, and they stole everything they could from the first floor.

So if you think that "wow, what a horrible thing to do to homeless people!" Then you need to realize that people in general are a potential risk. Not wanting people outside your house is not being cruel. It's wanting to be safe. There are safer ways to help people. Donate time/money/items to shelters and vote for and support programs that help them get housing, healthcare, and jobs. Anti-homeless architecture is fucking awful, but not in private areas and homes. You should focus on helping people who are not safe have the ability to be safe, not take away other people's ability to feel safe so both groups can be not safe. Yes, even wealthy people. Even if you dont like their music.

Please don’t pay for his music.

[straycatboogie]

2025/01/11 English

BGM: Pavement - Range Life

This morning, I joined the daily English Zoom meeting after a while, and enjoyed a discussion. Today's theme was how to use chatbots such as Chat-GPT in each participant's daily life. Even though I rarely use them so I can't follow the discussion, I could find that my ears (or my brain itself) could have still certain senses/abilities to understand other members' English enough (even though their one had a so-called Japanese dialect, therefore easy to understand for me).

I worked early today. After yesterday's tough work, I felt that there was still a tiredness in my muscles. If I worked as hard as I always do, it would harm not only my body but also my mind. Therefore, I decided to work on having brief breaks and try to uplift my mood eventually. At 1:00 p.m., I had a lunch break as usual.

Am I happy? I asked myself this after having a lunchbox I had bought at AEON. Can I accept this life as mine, with responsibility (because everything had come from my several, countless choices)? When I was a heavy drinker, I had lost any hope completely and just stayed drunk without making any effort to get out of that miserable state, because at that time I had believed I must have been a completely unfortunate, powerless guy. However, now I can find that there are so many mates around me who always let me go forward.

After that, I read the English text for tomorrow's meeting, which is a historical/legendary speech by F. D. Roosevelt after the notorious Pearl Harbor… Writing this right now (the early morning of the 12th in Japanese time), I have to admit that yesterday absolutely I had been very deeply tired (and also, I needed to sleep too). Maybe, therefore, my mind had needed to think about such an unreal, Nietzsche-like idea.

After finishing the day's work, I came back to my group home. There, I had dinner and stayed relaxed. Even though I was thinking that I would write the rest of my short novel bit by bit, I slept so early and couldn't do that… Oh my! What's the matter with me or my life?

[psylockexs]

Mutual surprise...

While Olive was busy scheming her ass off...

The fact that Min-ho hopped into town with a friend didn't bode well. Min-ho usually traveled alone and loathed company on his travels. He found companions slowed him down, and it was pretty stressful keeping track of them. His tracking ability was exceptional, but when used excessively, it tired him out quickly. So, for him to drop by with a new face? Something wasn't right, and Lorelei was going to see what was up.

Min-ho texted her the room number of the motel him and Tae were staying at. There were still signs of the New Year celebrations in the open area; a few drunk guests, staff cleaning up the plates and other rubbish, a busker winding down for the night. No one seemed to notice a lady with purple hair sleekly walking into Room No. 3.

https://on.soundcloud.com/tyonRnnm91GsQwyU6

Knock knock!...Knock!

No response. And no one noticed she used a little magic to unlock the door.

'Min-ho? I hope I didn't disturb...oh....' . Her voice trailed off as she looked around the room. Min-ho wasn't anywhere to be seen. He didn't mention that he would be out or anything. Ah well, if he was out, it was probably important. Lore strained her ears to hear something. The radio was on a very low volume, but it certainly wasn't playing water sounds 🤔.

She strained her hearing so much, it was as if her surroundings had disappeared completely. She completely missed the sound of hinges.

Tae: You!

Lore: Ahh! Oh, what are you doing here?

Tae: I should be asking you that. Isn't a little late to be hanging around?

Lore: I'm...a night person. I think better at night...

Tae: tilts his head slightly Hey. Eyes are up here, purple.

Lore: shakes her head slightly Sorry. I see Min isn't around. Did he head out?

Tae: Said he had something to attend to. Guy's been watching the corners like something's haunting him, so I just told him to make noise if I was sleeping.

Lore: Which you aren't.

Lore was finding out why she sensed Olive's presence at the restaurant earlier. The whole 'doesn't do well with strangers' act was becoming less and less believable. He seemed to be talking very confidently to a stranger, in a towel that was way too loose to even exist 🤨. That doesn't scream socially shy in any way. And that was a good thing.

Tae: So, since Min-ho isn't here, I can answer whatever you wanted to ask. Unless it was sensitive business.

Lore: Well, you're out of luck then. I came here because it wasn't something to discuss over the phone. But I guess I'll wait, or I'll stand here and look like a fool.

Tae: Hm. I thought he only had two keys, honestly. Unless he sneakily sent you one?

Lore: Eh, maybe. We did share apartment keys in San My anyway. nods Aren't you cold?

Tae: Nope. I always take steaming showers. Why?

Lore: No reason 🫦.

Tae noticed her subtle expressions change. She had failed in one mission, but some company to hang around with wasn't so bad. Especially half naked company 🤔.

Tae: That's a lie.

Lore: How could you tell?

Tae: Your mouth corner is creasing ever so slightly. I know you were looking for Min, but we both know that's not all you came for. Is it?

Lore: Well, it's true. I was only here for Min-ho, but you're not so bad to talk to.

Tae: Good, because I wanted to talk to you more earlier but the other guy...hoo boy.

Lore: The redhead?

Tae: Him. You keep interesting company.

Lore: He's not so bad. Maybe he was just sizing you up 😉.

Tae: Maybe I can butt heads with him another time. You, though... looks her up and down 🤔

They circle each other, each eying their prey, waiting to pounce first. Lore tried to feint a step, but he caught her first.

Lore: I had that pouts.

Tae: Did you? 😏

Lore: Good moves for someone who's up late 🫦.

Tae: You're one to talk, Lorelei. Dangerous name.

Lore: I am dangerous.

Tae: But even danger has a soft side 🫦.

Lore: And it just needs the right person to bring it out...

Lorelei felt something new bristle within her. Was it excitement? Ha, of course, but it wasn't that. Jealousy? Hm, maybe. Or maybe not. Or was this bare-faced defiance? She knew Olive was there earlier. She was definitely by the stairs. There were only two other people leaving the restaurant at that time, and Tae was one of them. Olive must have definitely been hoping to talk to Tae herself, but Lore got there first...

She got to him before Olive twisted his mind the same way she may have twisted her fiances' minds...

...and got something beautiful out of it 👄...

The atmosphere was quiet. Soft snoring. The fresh smell of shower gel.

A quick trace of their signatures...

...and Min-ho was glad he stepped away for a moment 😈.

[creamycreamyun]

Weight of Tomorrow

CONTENT WARNING: The following Story involves very mature Themes: - Depression and mental health related issues - Su1c1d3 - Car Crashes - Medical issues - Strong Language - Sexual Scenes; Viewer discretion is advised; this story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental.

I reach into my pocket, and what do I find? An old photo of me and Julia. Ever since the accident, I've had these overwhelming bursts of sadness. Sometimes it feels like life without her is completely devoid of purpose. She was my soulmate; I will never find anyone like her again. I've contemplated suicide occasionally, though these thoughts were merely ideas. I'd never have the balls to actually do it — besides, I am scared of death. Julia wouldn't want this for me. She was the most cheerful person I've ever met. Sure, there were times she was also sad and felt hopeless — especially after the diagnosis. But even during that time, she never failed to smile. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if it had been me who got caught by the truck instead of her. What if I hadn't drunk that night and had been the one driving? What if she had survived instead of me? Would she still be the same cheerful person I had come to love? Or would she be in the same position as me? Depression is a bitch. There’s a clear difference between people like Julia and these pseudo-life gurus who say, "Oh, but have you tried to smile more?" She wouldn't comfort me with words, but with her presence. Whenever the looming shadow of depression was crippling in this trashcan of my brain, she'd recognize my condition by the look on my face. She'd see me sitting in front of my computer, grab a blanket, put the second office chair beside me, and cover us both with the blanket, leaning her head against my shoulder while I continued working. I've never been much of a verbal guy. Growing up in a family that basically hammered into my head that showing signs of sadness as a man would only make me look weak, I had acquired the skill of hiding my emotions. But Julia was special in that regard; she'd look right through my facade. Back when we first met, I was pretty held back by her ability to read me like a book, because it almost felt invasive. As we grew closer, though, I slowly opened up to her. My childhood friend, who I had known since kindergarten, held the view that "If you open up to women, they will use your emotions against you." But I always disagreed with him. Sure, there are definitely people out there who will do that without skipping a heartbeat, but deep down, I knew Julia was different. I am tired. Tired of all these people telling me what to do or what to believe in. Tired of the constant cycle of nothing. I hate this world and everything in it. I hate the people, I hate the government, and most importantly, I hate myself. Whenever I think about her, the first thing that comes to mind is how she always told me to never give up, no matter the circumstances. I firmly believe that she'd do the same now, as I am writing this. The days have been dragging on. Whenever I get up in the morning, there's this sense of meaninglessness that I can't help but think about. What the fuck do I even get up for anymore? To go to work? To earn enough money so I don't fucking starve to death, just to go back to sleep and repeat the cycle all over again? This feeling is so overwhelming that sometimes I don't even find the motivation to get into my car and drive to work.Because of the bastard of my boss, who constantly criticizes me for things I have no control over. So what if the customer is angry because the proportions of the piece are not within 0.05 mm, even though they specifically ordered it knowing our factory is not capable of such precision? I took this week off from work. I called in sick, went to the doctor, and told him about my depression hitting hard again. He wrote me a notice because of borderline and gave me a referral for another therapist.

Even through my mental struggles, I like to think that I achieved a fair bit in my life. When I was young, after my training at a large automotive company that produces gearboxes for cars, I immediately applied for technician school while still working full-time. I wouldn't have made it without my friends, to be honest, but I still like to give credit to myself. However, this weight of working full-time while still applying for a technical certification left a mark behind. This was the point in my life where I met her. She was just sitting there, trying to figure out how the vending machine worked. I noticed her struggle and went to help her. She only wanted to get a milk coffee, but gluten-free. The machine gave contradictory instructions. Since I've always been pretty efficient at figuring out how shit works, without having much background knowledge of the system I'm working on, I quickly figured out how to make the machine give her what she wanted. I briefly mentioned the company I work for, and she told me that it's the same company her brother works at. We started talking a bit more before I had to leave, but we exchanged numbers. We kept in contact and noticed that we had quite a few interests in common. Due to my limited free time, we could only meet up once every few weeks, but every time we met, it was special, and we grew a little closer. One night, we even ended up at my place. It was a good night; even some you-know-what action was involved both at night and in the morning. But afterwards, when we got up, she was freaked out when she consciously realized what my apartment actually looked like. She was obsessed with cleaning, to a point where it almost felt like a disorder. I can't stress this enough — we started cleaning my apartment after sex. This would become a regular point of dispute between us, even until our relationship met its tragic and abrupt end. However, at some point, the time for my exams started, and I had to fully focus on my certification. We still talked a lot, but the dates became fewer in between. Yet, we still felt the same. One night, I texted and told her about my true feelings of wanting a serious relationship with her, and luckily, she felt the same. We decided to take things slowly, but given this newfound confidence and knowledge about her true feelings for me, I was determined to make time for her, even when technician school was tough. And there I was, successfully resolving my exam, and with my technician degree in my hands, I could finally focus more on our relationship. It was like a dream come true. And she definitely helped me to not drift into a full-fledged burnout. When I got this very well-paid job at the company I still work for now, we found an affordable apartment in Dortmund and moved in together.

And with this came the first serious struggles. She criticized me over my obsession with work, or my chaotic structures, I criticized her over her obsession with perfectionism. If I took my socks off on the couch and leave them there till morning, she'd dramatically lead me towards the living room and ask me if I notice anything off. I would say:"Sorry, but I can't see anything wrong." "So you're not noticing anything, that doesn't belong here?" At this point I'd already known what she was referring to, but slightly annoyed, I'd play dumb. In retrospective, this wasn't really constructive, but I still wonder why it was such a huge problem for her.It's just a few socks — just pick them up and put them in the dirty laundry. Why would this be such a huge issue? This never really made sense to me. What's the difference between whether I put the socks away or she does? Leaving my socks at the couch doesn't mean that I don't love her for fuck's sake! But eventually, we figured it out. After this happened a few times, we'd sit down, cuddling each other and talking about our problems. Eventually I came to the conclusion that if it would make her happy for me to put the socks away, I'd do it. But I'd also need some help with it, so instead of hysterically making this into a huge thing, she would kindly remind me to put the socks away before going to bed, and I'd quietly comply. This was also a thing I dearly embraced about our relationship. Even with these little things, we always sought out to help each other with the things that bothered us about the other. Another Example was my Misophonia. She really had a habit of slurping and eating noisily, to which I always would react very ill. When we first met, this wasn't much of a problem, because she'd pay attention to not do this in public, but in our own 4 walls, this wouldn't apply. I once asked her that for such a perfectionist person, she's really eating like a wild animal. This always appeared paradox to me. But later, she really worked on not slurping like a goblin, which I really appreciated.

Around a year after we moved together, it started subtle. At first, I'd see her fidgeting in her pelvic region, as if she was in pain. One morning, she brushed it off, saying it was due to stress, an iron deficiency, or to other things. However, situations like this became much more regular. At one point, after sex, I noticed that she bled more than I would consider normal. I didn't think much of it, because she insisted that it was nothing, but later I saw her laptop on the couch table, and she had googled the symptoms. I confronted her and finally told her to see a doctor. She was the kind of person who didn't take medical conditions seriously, which was why she hesitated at first, but I explained to her that I've been noticing that she had been acting different lately, and ultimately she agreed to go to the doctor. We went to the doctors office together and after a few months of back and forth, visiting one institution after another, the final MRI result revealed that she had cervical cancer. We were – understandably – devastated. This especially came as a shock to her, because it had confirmed her suspicions that she profusely tried to play down. Immediately after the diagnosis, she stopped smoking. I've always had something against this habit, but because of my dad, I knew how hard it is to quit. This situation changed the sense of urgency however, but quitting smoking came with its own problems. She started to gain weight, and grew an abscess on her stomach. Although I still found her very attractive – it was only 5 kg after all, not a noticeable difference – it was sad to see her struggle with these medical conditions. We both suffered through this, and it wasn't easy. But during all this struggle, we still found comfort in each other. We'd cook together, do laundry together, and occasionally even work together whenever we were both working from home. Yes, of course, we always had our struggles, but overall, our relationship was pretty balanced. There was no point where we "hated" each other. At least, not that I remember. What was always most astonishing about her character was — though I've said it before — that she never lost her smile. She always kept a cheerful attitude, even with all of this.

We went to the club one night, looking for an escape from this fucking mess. The pulsating music and vibrant lights offered a brief reprieve, drowning out the worries that had been gnawing at us. I had a few drinks, feeling the familiar warmth of alcohol ease my tension and coax a smile to my face. Julia, ever the responsible one, decided she'd drive us home, insisting that I enjoy myself without concern. As we left the club, the night air felt crisp and alive, a strong contrast to the heaviness we carried inside. We laughed, reminiscing about the good times, and for a moment, everything felt right. But that fleeting sense of freedom shattered in an instant when the accident happened. A sudden crash jolted us, a deafening sound that swallowed our laughter and left a haunting silence in its wake. In that moment, everything changed, and my life would never be the same again. I woke up in the hospital, where I was brought the bitter news, that my beloved girlfriend didn't make it. After this traumatic event, and slowly recovering from my Injuries, they assigned me a professional therapist, who told me to write this shit down.

So here I am. Writing this shit down. I don't know how it goes from here. Julia, I love you, I always will.

[harrison-abbott]

When I was about ten, my mother met this person called Fiona, who started coming around to the house for drinks at the weekend. And then Fiona would stay over on the week nights. She was in the house more and more often.

I didn’t really think much of it when I was a child: I thought they were just friends. But then Fiona would sleep in my mother’s bedroom. And then she moved in. This was across a span of maybe two years or so.

And there developed a habit of Fiona cooking a meal for dinner. I would be called down for dinner around 6 o clock, and sit with my mother and Fiona. And all my mother would say to me was that I didn’t have any social skills. And compare me to my elder brothers, who were far more talkative. All I gave back were monosyllabic replies.

It’s quite hard to express how repetitive these comments were.

“You never have anything to say,” my mother would go, “and I don’t remember your elder brothers ever being like this. You have these monosyllabic responses and that’s it. You need to work on your social skills because I don’t want to be embarrassed at Christmas when your brothers are coming home.”

And my big brothers would come home and my mother and Fiona would only speak to them and not to me.

But even when I was with my mother and Fiona, they never asked me any conversational questions. Nor did they speak themselves. It was honestly being called down at six o clock, and my mother just saying the same phrases and observations over and over again, and Fiona wouldn’t say anything at all.

One time I was on a trip up north, with mother and Fiona, and we stopped off at Fiona’s folks’ house on the way. And I went into the living room and said hello to her family. Which consisted of her mother, father and brother.

And her brother kept scowling at me and frowning whenever I tried to reply to his questions. He kept huffing and walking out of the room. And he was in his 40s or so. Whereas I was 13.

Then I would go back home and have to live with mother and Fiona again. Until Fiona moved out because she couldn’t stand my mother anymore. And they broke up for a while.

Fiona then came back. This was maybe when I was fourteen or fifteen, she started ‘being with’ my mother again. And the routine of me coming downstairs and being told that I had no social skills had been interrupted a bit. But, whenever there was a family gathering, my mother would bring it up in public. When the brothers brought their girlfriends around.

It lasted up to when I was seventeen, she was still saying it. It was Boxing Day and the family were at the dinner table, and somebody asked me if I’d like drink, and there was some mild confusion because I didn’t hear the question, and my mother blurted out,

“Sorry guys. Harry doesn’t have any social skills.”

And, during the same festive session, I went through to the living room and tried to make conversation with my brother and his girlfriend, and my mother said,

“Umm, Harry, can you go and wash the dishes in the kitchen!”

As you can probably tell, I’m so angry with my mother, and Fiona, for their treatment of me when I was a teen.

I’m a quiet guy, but if you get to know me then you see what I’m actually like. Neither my mother or Fiona ever tried to see what I was like, in those adolescent years when I was trying to grow up – those most difficult of years when you are trying to mature.

No Social Skills. No Social Skills. On and on, week in and week out.

When I was 18, I spoke to my mother and Fiona about it. At that same dinner table where I had been told I had no social ability hundreds of times.

My mother was drunk. And she barely latched on to what I was saying. I said to them:

“I think the worst thing about the ‘social skills’ period was that neither of you have ever apologised for it.”

And I tried to express how I angry I was about it.

My mother listened with her gloopy wine-addled eyes, and never said anything. And Fiona got up from the table and left. And then my mother got up and left as well.

[If you want a real-life, fucked up family story, then there you go.]