#why the fuck am i so slow on the uptake

[pardon-my-scifi]

HOLY SHIT

The most sacred ceremony for Luffy is the sake ceremony. He only does it when he claims you as family. When ever he gets a new crew mate, he does the toast thing. He's claiming his crew as his family. Gods damn it. I'm over here making myself cry.

[wttcsms]

Make a thirst post for any character with any kink PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I AM JUST CRAVING MORE OF YOUR CONTENT

so real, thanks for giving me free will bestie 🤞🏻

content contains breeding kink, excessive cum, implied overstimulation, mating press, belly bulge, pet names (my good girl, my pretty girl, baby), some domesticity!!! (he’s balls deep and y’all are thinking of baby names 🥰)

rin itoshi is soooo husband. he’s obsessed with catering to your every need, always wanting to make sure that you’re well taken care of, always needing to be the reason as to why you’re taken care of. he worries about you, you know. every time he’s away, training or practicing or flying out to play against an international team, it takes everything in him to not immediately blow up your phone with texts. he just wants to make sure that you’re always going to want to stay by his side.

nothing gives him more confidence that you’re entirely his, though, than when you let him channel all those misplaced anxieties of his into fucking you so hard and so deep, you don’t think you’ll ever be able to forget the shape of his cock or the feel of his cum being constantly pumped back into you.

“r-rin!” your words come out slurred, and you have long since lost the ability to even think coherent thoughts. all you’re capable of saying, really, is just his name. even that proves to be a struggle as you feel rin’s grip on the back of your thighs tighten before he’s pushing your legs further up, your knees practically bumping against your shoulders, and now you know why he likes to fuck you ‘til you can’t even think — it makes you boneless, turns you pliant, makes you susceptible to whatever position rin wants to manhandle you into.

“fuck! feel so fuckin’ good, baby. you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” when rin really starts to fuck you, all his sentences come through clenched teeth and sound like hisses. his hair is in his face, tips of his hair almost obstructing his view of you: his pretty girl, all laid out and bare, your little pussy stuffed full of his cock and leaking with your juices and the amount of cum he’s dumped in you. he tsks at the sight, frowning as he watches some of his cum seep out of you.

“if you were really my good girl, you’d keep all my cum inside you instead of wasting it.” he’s mocking you; not out of malice, but your fucked out brain is too slow on the uptake, and you whine out, trying to apologize. he loves it when you get like this. “it’s okay, baby. it just means i have to fuck it all back in for you.”

each thrust brings him impossibly closer to you until you can’t figure out where you start and where he ends. his thrusts are slower than prior, but hitting you so deep that you can’t help but feel every inch of his cock he has to offer.

“i’m not gonna last much longer.” he presses a surprisingly chaste, sweet kiss against your sweat soaked forehead, pushing himself so far deep that he’s practically hitting your cervix. “fuck, baby, i think i’m gonna get you pregnant.”

rin’s baby. your baby. having a baby with rin. the thought excites you, so much so that he can feel you tighten against him at the thought, and it only makes him let out a loud, short laugh.

“you like that? you like the idea of having my baby?” all you can do is nod, letting out a whine as he gives you a few more shallow thrusts.

he’s cumming in you, with his cock pressed so deep inside you that you’re certain his cum is hitting right into your fucking womb. you savor the warm feeling, feeling lightheaded and satisfied and only dreaming of a vague future of you holding a baby that looks like the perfect mix of you and rin.

he’s panting softly from exertion, coming down from his high, and he kisses you again, this time on your soft lips. pressing his forehead against your own, you can feel his warm breath tickling your face as he speaks.

“we should start thinking of names.”

[dreamweaversfavsandthoughs]

Rick and Morty S7 Ep. 9: Mort: Ragnarick

(God is dead and we killed him…and killed him…and killed him)

Turn away now to avoid the Viking hordes of spoilers ahead

My Favs

Delightfully unhinged…

This is a perfect description of the episode (and this season as a whole)

Somehow this episode combines the afterlife of Norse mythology, Pokémon, Bigfoot becoming an enemy-turned-ally and a showdown with the leader of the Roman Catholic Church into a story that is cohesive and wildly entertaining. Every single screen grab of this episode is one WTF moment after another, probably more so than any other episode to date.

…and sacrilegious

Did I mention that the villain of the episode is the Pope himself? Well it is.

“Fuck you, I’ve been tired”

Gotta love a sassy Morty moment.

Feral Clone Rick

I can imagine the conversation the director had in the recording booth,

“ Hey Ian, we’re going to need you to sound like a rabid squirrel at this moment. No, more rabid. More rabid.”

Plus, I don’t know what comment the writers are saying by implying a feral, animalistic version of Rick can make his way up the hierarchy of the Catholic Church….

Heavy Metal song during the tower defense sequence

Bigfoot being transported into Summer’s clone

Honest moment, I didn’t get why Summer/Bigfoot commented on how small her feet was the first time I watched this episode. I am slow on the uptake.

Poooooooope!

Popey Ball

I love me a corny pun and the fact that Rick had to point out this very corny, very obvious pun was icing on the cake.

Saying goodbye to Bigfoot

It absolutely killed me that they forced Bigfoot, who is just some guy at this point, back into the woods like he some stray animal. So mean!

Not My Fav

I wish we could have explored other afterlives.

When I saw the cold open for this episode I got really excited because I’m a bit of a mythology and religion nerd and I was expecting that this episode was going to be more of a deeper dive into different kinds of afterlives. It was a little bit disappointing that we only visited Valhalla and, very briefly, Jerry’s concrete and fog machine heaven. If I had written or pitched this episode I would have loved to see Rick and Morty hop around to different religions’ afterlives (Greek, Egyptian, Christian, Buddhist,etc.) and use different elements of those afterlives to harness infinite energy and defeat the Pope. Maybe in an early draft they went in that direction and it just got too bogged down and they had to cut back. Or maybe Valhalla is the only afterlife that Rick had a chance of getting into. He sure isn’t getting into Christian heaven after this episode.

My Thoughts

The concept of an afterlife is a bit tricky to develop in a show where one of your main characters is a staunch atheist and there is a scientific and naturalistic explanation for everything, including things that are traditionally associated with the supernatural, i.e. the afterlife. Of course, the explanation is nothing but science fiction mumbo-jumbo, that is said rapidly and moved on quickly, less we dwell on the nonsense too long. Nevertheless, I prefer the attempt to create consistency in the show's philosophy rather than have the writers throwing their hands in the air and conceding to the existence of the supernatural. Curious observation, we never see any deities in Valhalla and the Valhallans haven’t either since Rick is able to convince them that he’s Odin. Feral Rick being hung on a crucifix didn’t escape my attention either. It’s a running joke that Rick’s a god but maybe it’s not a joke after all…

This seems like a standalone episode but there has been a trend since season 4 or season 5 to have the penultimate episode connect with the finale, so I’m interested to see if this trend will continue. I don’t buy that Rick wants to tap into the afterlife just for the wealthy of infinite energy. Do you?

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

ur thoughts are interesting so do give your thoughts on ee act 2

Mei's little blurb about thinking like the Flame-Chasers felt super forced, as if the writers were like ah shit we need to show the motif of legacy with her too, quick, shoehorn two of them in!!!! If you wanted to showcase their legacy I'm sure there were better ways to do it... like for example, her commenting on what they'd told her about Dr.MEI, that was super relevant. Or maybe she could've flirted with Kiana with one of Elysia's lines, Kiana gets embarrassed, and Mei laughs and says she got that one from a friend. Yaknow. Organic characterization. Would've fit her being happy to be with Kiana again.

Really irked me how the narration keeps calling Kiana stupid/slow when she's not been shown to be that way before (she's not booksmart, but she's not slow on the uptake either, and why insist so much???). Her not noticing obvious things like the telepathy, or not catching on to Bronya and Mei's plan right away? Feels super out of place. Especially since she's been training lately. The fight against Senti showed her brand of smarts well, no idea what happened with the narrator dunking on her

Bronya lampshaded that Mei and Kiana took "opposite paths" on the notion of sacrifice but I already felt like for Mei it didn't make much sense to got from "i won't compromise and sacrifice my loved ones, i am willing to COMMIT CRIMES INCLUDING MURDER about it" to "ok, 13 people died, but I said goodbye to my hallucinations of them, so I feel totally fine now and also sacrifice is ok sometimes (no critic of her previous extreme stance is given)". Like. They could've used the angle that maaaybe she's going too far. But no. ?????

Follow up to previous point. Kiana saying Mei seems fulfilled and Mei saying it was a happy parting fucks me up. She's been going crazy since ch31 act 2 or something. Who are you???? you screamed and cried when Pardo died in your arms??????? Let my girl grieve properly. It's not because you tell the player that it was totally a happy event in the end that it makes any sense!!! But hey, I can't replay those chapters to check anyway. >:T

They didn't let us do the Bronya vs Mei spar I feel so robbed

Would've liked to see some Dr.MEI traits highlighted in Kiana since they're family, they totally skipped past that :(

Aside from those things it was fine, Bronya and Prometheus in sync was cute and funny, Senti was a riot, Dr.MEI's shenanigans amused me greatly ("I'm more concerned about hair loss", "Yeah she just shoves the explanations on me because she can't be bothered it's the four thousandth time", "Haha well if it hadn't worked it wouldn't be my fault since I didn't explicitly told you to try", etc. She's a menace.). Overall good chapter so far! but Kiana and Mei's writing bothers me

[marithlizard]

I liked “Exes and Ohs” much better than “Seeing Stars”, even though I have a few complaints about the plot; it feels like season two is starting to hit its stride. We needed to put Stolas and his relationship with Blitzo on the back burner for a bit and get some time with the imps. 

Live reaction-notes:

- The backgrounds of the IMP office raise so many questions.  Blitzo why did you make a transphobic horse OC?   How did you get a bust of yourself made?

(Immediate theory:  A sinner who was a sculptor in life offered to make it as part of their payment.  It makes sense that IMP would accept barter because sinners don't always have a lot of cash, especially when they're new.  That would explain why we see new art around the office all the time.)  

- Moxxie. My dude.  MOXXIE. Loona does not think you are fat.  She just knows it upsets you.  There is no way you can logically disprove her bullying. Do not let her stress you into an eating disorder or keep you from enjoying food.

- Millie WTF?  Did a human beat you in combat?  That hasn't happened since back in episode 1.  I want to know what has you so mad but I'm also now invested in the relationship drama going on over on that whiteboard.  King Slut is going to get what's coming to him and Blue Cheese needs better taste in side hoes.

- Wouldn't it be funny if Millie's ex was - Nahhhh.

- What are those photos spilling out of the filing cabinet?  Does IMP have a sideline in PI-style snooping?  Is that...normal for furry cosplay sex?    

-Oh, it's just Blitzo's porn stash.  I'm sure Stolas would be into using those costumes and quite possibly they have, but I don't really wanna imagine it. But I do want to imagine M&M  trying to alphabetize the collection.

- As most of us guessed,  IMP was a regular hell-side hitman outfit before they got the book.  It's interesting that Blitzo doesn't seem interested in taking local jobs anymore.  Surely they could use the money.  

- C for Crimson on the driver's cap, but no recognition on Moxxie's face yet.  And we're goin'  back to the Greed ring!    (Moxxie said he was raised in Wrath, though, I thought. So he lies about his past.)

- Blitzo is still obsessing about M&M, but he's gone several episodes now without a single abusive rant at Moxxie. He is seriously trying to do better after "Truth Seekers".  

- Loona really doesn't belong at this company, does she.   Nobody acknowledged her existence except Moxxie this whole episode.  I hope we see her find a place that suits her better soon.

- "Elevator Hangar 03".  So even flights between Rings take the elevators. That suggests helicopters are what gets used, rather than planes that can't hover.

- Fizzarolli's adult clown look was modeled after Mammon, wasn't it?  

- Uhh..is that demonstrative violence, or is it actually pretty hard to permanently kill an imp?  Hmmmmmmm.

- You might wanna ask questions when the guy who was raised here has an immediate panic attack and starts yelling "No no no" as soon as you arrive, guys?  Blitzo, how have you lived this long being this vulnerable to flattery and this unable to recognize danger signals?

- All the trophies on the walls reminding us of the murder family.  (Are those little hearts between the succubus wings the ends of their tails?) Blitzo's "please do not ask me details about my lucrative circus career" expression.

- WHAT? CALLED IT I CALLED IT OMG  wow he's an idiot he's just stepped in the door and I want him dead already.  Did you just say "two big sex reunions"?  Excuse me those claws do not look practical even if most demons are into pain play. If you were really a sex god you’d have a couple of them trimmed all the way down.

- Blitzo erupting in jealousy.  Yes, there's someone who's fucked both of them and it was not you.  At least you haven't also slept with Chaz (although I am putting that down to chance and not any kind of good taste on your part).  

- Huge-eyed baby Moxxie!  Mom in shadow, what is she holding? flowers?  Blitzo how can you possibly be this slow on the uptake?

- I am distracted from the cute grenade moment by the aesthetic atrocity that is Chaz's tail.  What. How do you put on pants.      It does seem to have been an actual relationship, though, or at least a fling.    Moxxie get that nostalgic smile off your face oh my GOD that wasn't nostalgia.

- "Draw me like one of your French imps", huh?  oh. Oh dear.  Millie is 1000% better than this dirtbag in every possible way, why are you regretting him at all?

- HI BLITZO! Huh, they let him keep his boots in jail.  Loona surely does not have a babysitter. Was he that overprotective?  Or was he bullshitting? If so, it worked, you can see Moxxie’s face change at the idea of this guy as a loving dad. (Which he is! It just...works better if people imagine Loona is a young kid.)

- I thought that might be what Moxxie sees in Blitzo.  Someone who gave him a way out of his old life, someone who's proven trustworthy despite his flaws. Not quite sure how to interpret Blitzo's expression on hearing this.   A mixture of touched and regretful?

- Yeah, you fuck him up, MillWHOA that is a level of rage I did not expect.  What did Chaz do to HER?  

- PFFT  Blitzo reverses it because "horseless friendfucker" is what Chaz is as far as he's concerned.  

- Is Blitzo thinking:  I don't talk about my dick like that.  Do I? Please tell me I'm not this fucking obnoxious.   Oh god keep this guy FAR away from Stolas.

- What the FUCK, Crimson.  Homophobia, contempt, abuse, you're clearly the whole package, but you redecorated with neon dicks to insult your son?

- At least someone's happy.

- We're consistently not seeing mom's face and it is weirding me out.  ohno.  Not hard to tell where this is going.  oh NO.  

- Moxxie's tenderheartedness in "Murder Family" isn't so funny anymore is it.  Burn the fucking mansion down, Moxxie.  Millie will help and I doubt Blitzo will be opposed.   I didn't see them confiscate your phones, so text  them.

- Chaz you are making Blitzo look modest and tasteful.

- I completely forgot we hadn't had a musical number yet.  Can we - can we skip it this once?

- BLITZO

- Did he just say "chill the fuck out?" Is he not having fun over there because I really hope he is not.  I hope this is the worst lay of your life, Blitzo.

- Well, he doesn't look like he had fun.  At all.  Was this a ploy?  No, he’s just an opportunistic chaos gremlin.

- Uh. Moxxie I admire your spine here, but not your brains. How are you going to keep him from cutting bits off Millie until you give in?  I certainly hope you did something useful with that phone earlier.  (Spoiler: He did not.)  

- Oh! Blitzo's feet are just shaped like heeled boots.  Wacky.

- Now THAT'S more the musical number I wanted.  

- Millie. 10/10 no notes.  Perfection.   I'm not even gonna ask how they had enough time to repaint the banner and retrieve Blitzo's clothes (you know he'll be back in his own coat next episode).  

[theresawritesstuff]

“Don’t look at me like that, I wasn’t the one who got us in this mess.”

I kind of went off the rails with this one.

Contains season 5 spoilers and a lot of Joel but he's getting a talking to so hopefully you won't mind... I dunno I liked the idea. Hopefully you will too.

"Joel…"

A woman's voice called softly to him through the darkness of sleep.

"Joooooeeelll…"

A pillow hit him abruptly across the head. 

"Hey! Wake up dummy or I swear I'll smother you. See how you like it," the voice demanded much less sweetly.

Joel sat up with a start, batting the attack away. 

"What the fuck?!"

"There he is!" 

The unfamiliar woman the voice belonged to beamed brightly, sitting at the edge of his bed.

"Wha– who are you?" he asked, blinking at her bleary-eyed.

She rolled her eyes at the comment. "Oof. A little advice, that's not what a gal wants to hear, generally speaking."

She waved her hand around, loosely gesturing to his bedroom as she flopped back against his pillow.

Joel blinked at her dumbly, trying to make sense of it. 

He had had his share of drunken one night stands but this chick was not his type and they were both fully clothed.

He didn't even remember drinking anything…

"I'm sorry. Did I–did we…?"

"Ew, no," she responded instantly, making a face in disgust for good measure.

"Well excuse me, strange woman in my bedroom, for making assumptions," he spat back at the insult.

She exhaled a sigh, some of the impishness draining from her demeanor.

"Okay, you're right, that's on me. I just figured the twin thing would kick in and you'd catch on right away but I can see now you're a little slow on the uptake."

"What?"

 She stuck out a hand in introduction. "Josephine Maisel. We shared a womb briefly."

"Excuse me?" 

He stood from the bed, shocked by the claim.

"Or maybe would they have called me Jolene?" she mused to herself, paying him no attention. "Nah, that would have been a nightmare. We'd never know which of us was in trouble. Probably you."

She looked up at him with a smirk.

"I don't have a sister," Joel asserted.

"Well no, not technically, because you absorbed me in utero. Ya big jerk," she batted back lightly.

"What?"

She waved him off. "Oh, don't worry about it! We were just cell clusters when it happened. Water under the bridge."

"I need to sit down…"

He sank back down on the end of his bed, rubbing his temples.

"Ma doesn't know, so don't bring it up."

"Who are you really?" he demanded, glancing over his shoulder.

"I told you, I'm your sister. Josie Maisel. And you, baby bro, are in need of some serious sisterly guidance. So here I am!"

"I thought you said we were twins."

She shrugged. "Well, yeah, but we both know I would have come out first if you hadn't cheated before the starting shot on the race down the ol' birthing canal."

"Ew…" Joel grimaced at the imagery.

"How's this? I'm a manifestation of your psyche here to call you out and set you straight because apparently no one else is going to do it," Josie explained. "Better? Easier to wrap your head around?"

"So you're my conscience?" he wondered, looking over at her more fully.

She nodded her head noncommittally. "I was sort of getting attached to Josie but sure, if it makes it easier I can be your Jimminy Cricket."

"Fine…" he huffed, shaking his head. "So why are you here?"

"Because you fucked up big time, Joel. Or you're about to, rather."

"Look I know I screwed up with Midge before–"

Josie shook her head. "Oh Joely, you have got to let that woman go."

"What do you mean? We just kissed the other night after Zelda's wedding. We're, I dunno, we still could…"

"Yeah, I know all that," she informed him flatly. "And I don't care what you keep trying to tell yourself, that ship has sailed. Stop trying to retread those waters. You're only going to drown the both of you."

"She kissed me back," Joel insisted.

"Well, her brother should talk some sense into her too," she quipped.

He glared at her sourly, prompting another exhale from the figment of…whatever she was supposed to be.

"Look Joel, I know you care about her–"

"Of course I do! She was my wife! She's the mother of my children, she–"

"And because of that you'll always love her?" Josie finished.

"Exactly."

"But that's the thing Joel. You care about her. In some ways, because of who she's been as a figure in your life you love her. But you don't love her love her. You get what I'm saying?"

He exhaled, scrubbing at his face and flopping back against the bed to stare up at the ceiling.

"Yeah…"

"It's okay that you two aren't meant to be like you thought," she replied comfortingly.

"So what? You think I should just write her off?" Joel grouched.

"No."

"Ignore the fact Susie's got her tangled in mob contracts?"

"Joel."

"Because I can't do that! This isn't her fault and I'm not going to let it drag her down. I can't…"

He covered his face in his hands, getting choked up.

He couldn't let her down again…

"So you're just going to fall on your sword and take her place instead. Get your own hands dirty so that it's you that your kids have to see get dragged off by the feds, if not worse."

He shot her another tired glare.

Josie shrugged, “Hey man, don’t look at me like that, I wasn’t the one who got us in this mess.”

He heaved a tired sigh. "I don't know what else to do…"

"Have you forgotten about the very scary Chinese men in suits who hang out in your basement?"

"That's Mei's family. I'm pretty sure they hate me," he reminded her.

"Maybe. But they'd probably hate you more if you invited a different gang in on a cut of their turf," she conceded.

"So I'll sell the Button Club."

She let out an incredulous snort. "You love that club. And furthermore you loved Mei."

"Mei and I are done."

"Still wouldn't hurt to talk to her."

"Yes it would," he muttered.

"Joel..."

"I can't forgive her for what she did! If she was going to do that she shouldn't have said anything. She–"

"You fall in love with the ideas in your head so fast, you know."

Joel blinked at the statement, finally turning over to look at her. "What?"

"It makes you a great businessman," she replied gently. "But you can't try to make a person from an idea. You've already tried that."

"I–"

Josie held up a hand.

"Look. I know you're trying to be noble and your heart is actually in the right place for once. But you're being a real dumb dumb about this plan of yours and it's going to come back to bite you. Work smarter, baby bro."

"How do I do that?"

Josie moved herself over to lay down next to him."Stop trying to go it alone. Use your resources. You're good at that. You'll figure this out. Ask Pop for advice if you really get stuck."

She placed a kiss to his forehead, ruffling his hair.

"And call Mei when you wake up, if for nothing more than the closure."

"When I wake u–"

"Bye Joel," she said, giving him a shove.

He woke up as he fell off the bed onto the hard floor of his bedroom.

As if by fate, the scrap of paper with Mei's number on it stared back at him from the trash.

[sassooda]

Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 94 - Half-naked and Fucking Heroic

w/c - 6,762

Megumi wasn’t at all interested in attending the ceremony for he’s never really given two shits about clan activity. Why would he support the same people who ostracized his father? They’re the same kind of organization that feels their superior enough to manipulate human beings for their own ends. The magnitude of narcissism that breeds freely within the confines of the Zenin traditions blows his mind, it always has. He may have warmed up to Naoya but Zenin blood or not, Megumi truly does not affiliate himself with their obnoxious customs.

“How about if I wear it like this?”

Megumi’s tiresome eyes float over to Amnessia who stands in the doorway of the bathroom, to which his hollowness lights up right away. He’s never seen her with her hair up before but he’s finding that when her long braids are pulled back, her usually hidden features are allowed to shine. He gulps and gawks. She’s so incredibly gorgeous to him, like a mythical goddess absent of her thrown. In his loss of words, instead of his mouth his gaze courses over her wearing his oversized black tee so he can simply admire what his life has become.

When met with his silence, Amnessia’s face scrunches and she ducks her head backwards to double check herself in the mirror. ‘Am I way off base here? I thought it was a nice change!’. She took the time to meticulously unravel the front of her box braids, comb them out and then re-braid them going outwards from the part created down the middle. The rest of her braids, she gathered and weaved  into a giant braid that encircles her head like a halo. Just thinking about how tender her head will be for the next day or so compels her to huff in frustration but this also brought her back to when Master Suguru would let her practice on his hair. She tried her best to smile when it a the comb snagged a tangle or when she’d have to pull the scalp tight because she recalls the way Getou would give the same facade. He really wasn’t suitable for any of the hairstyles though, she won’t lie. Temujin was her test subject initially but his patience levels were never what they needed to be for her to learn much. Nonetheless, their efforts and agony paid off; she’d gained skill and technique through the manipulation of many types of hair, not just her own. She can beautify anyone.

If she’d extensions, the process would’ve been a little quicker but seeing as to all 30 inches of braids are hers alone and it was a bastard to untangle without causing damage. Megumi doesn’t exactly have the right products for her kind of fibrous coils either so she was scrambling to find a reasonable substitute. Why not have all this squared away prior to committing to this grueling process? Well, she was simply in dire need of a change and didn’t consider her endgame. All of her recently obtained memories leave her feeling slightly out of touch with reality, as if she’s not sure what’s concrete and what’s an illusion. The only thing on her mind in that moment was deconstructing the girl she thought she was and emerging as something better, fiercer. Ferocity was not the best descriptor as she was slinging her arms through his medicine cabinets and drawers, desperate to find some kind of anything that could be used to help protect her hair. Hope was beginning to sound like a word far too foreign.

She nearly cried when she saw the Castor Oil. It wasn’t ideal but its also the lesser of many evils as it can be absorbed by follicles to create a sheath. Regardless, she knew her up-do and edges were saved.

Megumi feels terrible for having left her to conjecture over his reaction. He was a little slow on the uptake there but was quick to follow up with a proper explanation. The instant his hands make contact with her hips, she gasps softly and views him through the mirror. Placing a kiss on her cheek, he informs her, “You are actually so pretty that I couldn’t get it out!”, relieved when her demeanor relaxes.

She turns around in his arms, facing him, “Most guys like it when you can pull the hair though.”, teasing him as her lips dance inches from his.

Megumi blushes, “Well most guys are idiots. There’s plenty of you for me to pull…”, lowering his neck to kiss her, “grab…”, their tongues dance, “touch…”. l He had no idea that his words could hold so much power because no sooner than he finishes the sentence and views her, Amnessia is wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “You want to go again?”, he asks breathlessly into her lips, the strong, “Mmmmmhmm…”, cracking his face into a smile. When she hops herself onto the sink’s counter he wastes no time in aligning their bodies while she plants kisses to his neck.

They always say there’s a honeymoon stage where things are perfect and full of aspiring hope but unfortunately, his gut hints to this being something else. He’s aware that Amnessia may be exuding this strong sexual energy because of reasons other than desire, he’s smarter than that. He wants her, its all he can imagine while staring into her dark eyes but should he have her? She’s practically clawing his shirt away but he has to ask himself, ‘Am I taking advantage of her?’, the thought churning his stomach since he knows damn good and well that she’s under emotional distress. She literally found out that her life is a lie and that can’t be easy for anyone to endure, regardless of how well she’s holding herself together. God, he wants her like nothing else but on the same coin, if he’s to truly care for her, he needs to be able to make these kind of hard choices.

Amnessia’s lustful groping dies off when she feels Megumi’s hesitation. Her eyes dart up to his, purposefully expressing her hurt but the caring eyes that stare back weather her transgressed attitude. She understands why he’s doing what he’s doing...or not doing and is mature enough to respect his stance, finding she’s actually appreciative of it.

Sain arrives outside of the dormitory door, having traveled there with his presence masked. He feels out of place being on the campus but is at least made less uneasy when he senses all the turned on the outskirts of the property, though he wouldn’t mind seeing Suguru. Before he knocks, he thinks to himself, ‘I wonder what she’ll say about these!’, bleeding his excitement for the ceremonial robes. Amnessia wasn’t an official stop he had to make but since he’s already gathered all of the volunteers with a few minutes to spare, he figured he stop in to check on her. Despite his new friendliness with Genghis, Sain still believes that Amnessia has always deserved better and found her departure from the compound to be rather bittersweet because of this. He lifts his knuckles to the door and taps them politely.

Megumi jerks his head over to the right, eyes narrowed to the door. His friends are far too rambunctious to even begin to think it’s someone for him on the other side. “Wait here.”, he tells her as he stalks across the floor. It’s really faint but he’s become familiar enough to discern there’s a Titer as he nears. He halts when a stark possibility streaks by his mind,‘What if it’s her ex?’, he asks himself anxiously but then resolves, ‘I’ll just have to make sure he understands how things are now.’.

Sain goes to knock again but steps back when he feels the raging presence turning the knob. His eyes widen when he’s met with the glaring younger Fushiguro that harnesses the intensity of his father. He’s bewildered that this where her energy led him and rather immovable until her hears Amnessia’s small voice announcing, “He’s cool!!”.

“Who are you?”, Megumi barks while sizing the fancy man up. The whole wardrobe clogs him with apprehension since Sain appears so official, thinking Temujin must have something to do with his showing up. Megumi scrutinizes him harshly never having seen robes made of such fine silk, it almost as if Sain is truly wearing gold. ‘What could his purpose be?’, lingers in Fushiguro’s fears which causes him to take an aggressive step forward.

“Stoppppp”, Amnessia barrels between the men, inviting Sain inside. She glances to Megumi with a pout while thinking, ‘How alpha of him...I wouldn’t have assumed that.’, communicating with her eyes that Sain is no threat. Once she has him inside, she ignores Megumi’s annoyed mannerisms while he closes the door and immediately draws attention to Sain’s ensemble. “You look so GOOD in that!!”, she squeals, revolving him to get a full view, “In my opinion, you should’ve been wearing these.”. She flips the end of his long flowing black hair and feels warmth from the twinkle in his soft gray eyes. He is certainly deserving of the role.

Sain smiles widely, knowing that he was right in hoping Amnessia would celebrate this promotion and bows his head to show gratitude. He lifts it back up to offer, “You look stunning with your hair like that. Necks shall break today.”, happily playing along with her quick vogue dance before stating, “It happened yesterday…”. She attentively listens as Sain fills her in with joy saturating his voice, “Master Genghis bestowed this upon me and said I’m to represent the Titers alongside Master Suguru this evening. I think he may still make an appearance though.”, the end sounding more of a pitchless warning than conversation.

Megumi’s expression hardens to the mention of Temujin and he even lets out a tiny, Zenin-defined “Tch.”. Rather than listen to this blasphemy that raises that convoluted old Titer higher, Megumi decides to start grabbing up his loaned ceremonial outfit because there’s no way in hell he’s going to let her go alone now. “Fucking Titers…”, he grumbles while lifting what used to be Gojo’s outfit up so he can dread donning them. He told Satoru that he would try to forgive him, though he admitted to not knowing how long it would take so being forced into the Gojo’s light blue feels like it’ll be more of a straight jacket. When he turns to look over at Amnessia and Sain, he finds Sain’s eyes on him, his own emerald daggers narrowing in return.

“So...the younger Fushiguro, huh?”, Sain was surprised to find her with another man and although he trusts her judgment, he wouldn’t be a good friend if he didn’t at least inquire. “That’s quite a change missy!”.

“Trust me, I didn’t see it coming either…”, she looks down and smiles, “But I think they’re wonderful people, Toji and Megumi both. Everyone else has been really helpful too!”.

Sain thinks back to his encounters with Toji and raises his brow briefly while recalling how terrifying it was to square up with the giant. He follows his orders but that doesn’t negate his comprehension of their danger when they involve such opposition.

The day of their Titer attack when they failed to catch Elska was a day he also almost shit his briefs. Sain assumed he was mistaken or perhaps he misunderstood when Genghis proposed the whole let’s take Toji instead notion. His heart about fell right out of his ass when his wide eyes provided a visual on the giant that he was personally assigned to. They’d all just watched Toji tear through the humans as easily as warmed butter can be sliced so his thoughts were treading along the lines of, ‘Fuck you Genghis, fuck that, fuck no and is this some kind of joke????!!’, but alas he couldn’t show his cowardice in front of Suguru. Aside from letting down his admired superior, Sain couldn’t let that dangerous task in turn befall Suguru either. No one may know other than Toji himself but Sain was trembling so violently, he nearly broke the syringe trying to stick him.

Then there’s the whole scuffle at the compound when Choso awakened., it was an all out brawl. When brought to this memory, Sain reflexively raises a hand to his throat where Naoya pierced him. Flustered isn’t the word. Naoya isn’t exactly Sain’s type but the act alone was rather invigorating. Amnessia says something to him but it doesn’t reach him; he instead accidentally stares off but recovers the mood by saying, “Make sure Toji knows we’re friends…”, when she looks perplexed, he adds, “I’d much rather have him as an ally than foe and we’ve had a rocky start. If he knows we’re close, maybe I’ll live a little longer...”.

Amnessia giggles and agrees, “Toji’s really a nice guy! He’s been so kind to me despite my having come from the compound. Megumi too!”, she turns around to smile at the fuming Jr while adding, “They won’t beat you up Sain, I promise.”.

‘I’m glad he at least gets it.’, Megumi’s thinks before blurting out, “We don’t fuck around. That’s why we’re feared.”. Megumi’s voice chills the others and he can tell as all laughter fades from the room.

Sain picks up on the not-so-subtle cues that he’s intruding on their time and thinks its best to leave. ‘The younger one is quite intimidating as well…’, Sain muses internally, ‘If he’s anything like his father, he’s going to a high-level contender in the future.’.

“Where are you going?!”, Amnessia notices Sain leaning towards the door but he stops to pull something from his robes first. She holds out her hands and accepts a thinly wrapped paper package fastened with golden twine tied around it. “What is it?”, she asks while fiddling with the bow.

Sain smiles to her and informs, “It’s been decided unanimously among us all that you are still one of us, no matter where you go…”. He waits for her to tear it open before he proceeds with, “You don’t have to wear it but if you so want to, we’d be honored as a clan.”. He truly misses her.

Megumi scowls at the beautiful golden yukata but clashes with himself when he sees how much the gesture means to Amnessia. His head lowers while he determines that his own insecurities are about to ruin everything again and takes a deep breath. ‘Don’t be a douche…or you’re no better than him.’, he mantras while settling his inner demons. He’s going to just have to disregard the symbology their attire stands for and simplify the evening into a date of some sort. It’s not one he’d pick himself but fuck it, this is making the best out of bad situation.

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“My lovvvvvve!”, Gojo wobbles his way over to Suguru and Elska, still bleeding pretty badly and somewhat out of sorts. He’s woozy and unstable; this becoming obvious when he reaches them.

Elska catches him when he stumbles to a stop, helping him balance so he can wipe the hair and blood from his forehead. Tears well when she takes in the details of his mangled state, angry but also elated to see he’s alright, “What the hell were you doing out here with Sukuna, Sati!?”. Her tone is of concern but she’s also on edge because of how helpless he seemed in the Malevolent Shrine, “And why are you still naked?! You must be freezing!”.

“Research.”, is all he gives in the form of great exhalation and dramatics. He leans against a tree and smirks when Suguru grunts with discomfort, knowing the two-headed truth. They share a quick glance that leaves Getou chuckling to the insanity that is Gojo himself but they both settle down when Elska bends a knee to pick up Toji’s worm. Suguru’s heart flutters to her acceptance of curses; to monsters like them in general.

Satoru whines to the pain palpitating through his body until he focuses on Elska. His body spikes in heat as his remaining blood rushes around, spawned of his desire to drink in new vitality. His fangs protruding automatically, hooking themselves across his split lip. She seems to sense his intentions because she starts to slide the cloth from her shoulders. His pupils dilate.

“It is indeed cold out here so suck it up for now, you’re not dying anymore.”, Suguru drapes his golden robes over Elska, drawing the curtain on this nonsense, and then scoops her off the ground. He takes a few steps forward before reversing his gravity to float Itadori’s body behind him. Stopping once more, he asks, “Are you two coming or what?”, half wishing Choso would get lost. He’s positive the being was containing Sukuna’s domain and to have that kind of ability is demoralizing for anyone that isn’t Choso himself.

“Well duh-…”, but Gojo’s arm is pulled back when he tries to follow so he turns around and asks, “The fuck now?”, his renown pride already in shambles from that grotesque defeat. Satoru finds himself facing the purple dashes in Choso’s eyes and comprehends that more secretive shit is about to transpire. He sighs, watching his love become smaller in a shirtless man’s arms as more Earth is placed between them but surrenders, “Fine.”. He knows he cannot take these special conversations lightly, despite his own fouled mood.

They hear, “We’ll catch up!”, from Gojo but Suguru pivots in place to make sure that thing wasn’t trying anything funny on his new frenemy. He increases his presence as if to solidify to Choso that he hasn’t forgotten about being put to sleep or any of the other sketchy behaviors born of this new form of his.

Gojo’s surprised by the defensive stance Getou takes as he reads through body language that the Titer is actually concerned for him. ‘Wow…’, Gojo’s eyes flinch, ‘Suguru really might be my friend too.’. His view drops down to Elska in Getou’s hold and forms a smirk while thinking to her, ‘I’ll only be a few minutes…”, blowing her a quick kiss, “Then I’ll pin my little love down and feed.”.

Elska feels a flush of warmth cascade across her body in response to her sweet Sati’s naughty words. The smallest whimper exits her throat as she clings to Suguru, wanting nothing more than to be dominated by her white knight.

“Err...yea, let’s go.”, Getou clears his throat while staving off his instinctual need to satisfy his obviously aroused master. He felt the moment her presence changed and was glad she was hiding his wanting evidence with her body. Rolling his shoulders back, he attempts to shrug away the natural temptation to initiate a situation that would sate every ounce of her thirst. Her fixated gaze draws a groan for he does not need eyes to know that she will undoubtedly be lathered with expectancy and he can’t see that right now. Sure, Gojo sparked the fire but one touch too coy or a sound too sweet and Suguru is bound to take her right there in the pools of fallen leaves. It amazes him how she still has no idea how profoundly her existence affects him. A cold gust rips through the trees, causing them both to shiver. Pausing, he turns his head up to the sky and calls for his wings and then braces for their arrival.

Elska bites her bottom lip when they take form, his beautiful golden-streaked brown metal feathers encompassing them both. She imagines how they must look from afar; reaching for his wings as the word, ‘Mystical’, echoes in her thoughts. His large and flawless physique, the long raven hair, those incredible wings; all of this leading her to believe he appears to fit the otherworldly bill more than she ever could. “My Titer…”, inaudibly escapes since she could not bear to contain her fondness for his personal growth.

“This should help us a little.”, he muses to her delayed astonishment when 90% of the wind was minimized from his shielding. She curls up closer to him, the act making him still for a second to merely be able to swallow down that this is real. “Little one…”, Suguru pulls her in even more, absorbing every detail of their brisk isolation. Gone are the days where he stewed in anxiety over whether he had a place beside her, at every turn she presents with chronic acceptance. He’d bet his life on her feelings now. “We’re almost there.”, the inevitable message crushing a dent into the prominent smile now cementing his face while dramaturgically slowing his pace. ‘Just a little more time…’, but truthfully, he wishes this could last indefinitely. If Suguru could physically grab hold of this flowing and comfortable intimacy between them and tie it to his neck to keep it present, he would. The forest thins, however, and their home peers through holes in the foliage. He senses two new shaman but they’re complete opposite in terms of cursed energy, ‘There’s also Zenin, Toji and that stupid fucking bodyguard. He decreases his walking speed again, deflating until a wave of that creepy energy emits from behind them, causing Suguru to glare in the direction they just came from. ‘Who are you now, Choso?’, he questions internally while trying to successfully figure out whatever it is that he’s once again missing.

Choso throws Gojo’s right arm over his shoulder, indicating that he’ll help him trek back to their home and interrogates, “Did you learn anything today Satoru?”.

Gojo leans more weight than necessary into the being, spitefully anguished by his failure in the domain and taking the highest offense from the ball breaking. He says nothing but reluctantly accepts Choso’s assistance while scouring the scenery for anything to occupy his fragmented ego. He maintains his silence defiantly.

Choso lightens his tone, “I only ask because it’s imperative that you did.”.

“You know what?”, Gojo snaps angrily, “I was fine back there. I had it under control.”. Embarrassed by the presumed lecture, he slumps away from Choso and limps on his own to keep up the pace. All he hears is a growl before Choso’s energy waves past, shoving him forward, face down into the grass. “WHAT THE FUCK CHOSO?!”, Gojo hisses to every single ounce of agony floating through his entirety and writhes in the dirt before stifling back to his feet. If he didn’t know any better, it would seem as though Choso wants a piece of him next. He snarls a warning, one that is melodic to his desire for vengeance.

“Stop this nonsense, Satoru, before it gets you killed.”, Choso’s sharp, glowing eyes land onto Gojo who’s brushing himself off, “Because that’s what would’ve happened. You couldn’t reactivate your Infinity because you underestimated your ability to adapt to a situation prominent with unknown variables.”. He retains his heated expression until the insolence rescinds from Gojo’s face, “Your brain, your mind...its all magnificent and special Satoru but its still a brain. If you deprive it of oxygen, its function becomes compromised just like anyone else’s. You may think you’ve completely harnessed and mastered your abilities because of your status in comparison to much weaker shaman in this society but today should show you that there is still room for improvement.”. He’s met with audaciously vicious two-toned eyes but chooses not to beat the prideful turned while he’s down. “Sukuna would’ve killed you Satoru...even with Elska’s interference. You’re aware that he let her in, right? At no point were you in control once you entered his domain.”. He watches Gojo’s eyes widen with culpability but continues with, “You played your little game with King of Curses and still thought you could pull it off without your defenses. Only an addled man would concoct such poorly thought out strategy.”.

Gojo feels his rage boiling over. He gets it. He actually knew he royally fucked up when the chains immobilized him.  It was an experience he will never forget regardless of how long he lives. Nothing Choso is saying is wrong, Satoru simply cannot lick his wounds with an audience for its beyond his capabilities of adherence with humility. He can tell the being is waiting for some kind of response though so sly Satoru gifts him with a simple but riled, “Fuck off.”

That was not what he wanted to hear. “You need to understand…”, Choso whispers this prior to slamming Gojo against a tree, forcing the battered, cocky shaman to pay attention. “You are the strongest Satoru…”.

Gojo haughtily smirks but it fades as the rest reaches his ears, his natural but darkened irises returning.

Choso loosens his grip to form a soft graze across Gojo’s face, “...but your arrogance is a grave weakness.”

Satoru’s eyes illuminate back into that wild, dichromatic fashion. He’s absolutely infringed by the odiousness being handed to him right now. He snarls down, right into Choso’s face and asks, “If you know so much, oh Great One, why did you let it go on as long as you did? Did you enjoy my ignominy?”. It was as if venom leaked from Gojo’s lips. He rightfully feels like he was set-up.

Choso releases him and continues walking, knowing that there is going to be a confrontation shortly. When Satoru jabs him in the back, the being calls for him to catch up. When Satoru does, albeit stubbornly, Choso explains, “I needed you to feel instinctual fear Satoru. I needed you to understand that you’re not completely untouchable.”. He sighs wholeheartedly, “Elska and the others will always come to your aid but you’ll fail them if you allow yourself to be bested. Their loyalty towards you will lead them to their deaths if you do not start taking our plight more seriously. Would you really want to put the role of protector on anyone else when you know without a doubt that you, Satoru, are the best candidate for it?”

“Of course not…”, there’s no excuse, Gojo knows it, ‘Choso’s right...that fucking cunt.’.

“Well then…”, The being smiles warmly and leads them through the roots, brush and trees, “Be upset with me if you wish but it was a necessary epitome for you, Satoru.

Gojo stops dead in his tracks with squinted eyes, “You’re such a dick!”. Not even he was prepared for such an erroneous oversight so to find out that Choso predicted he’d do that all along is as irritating as the fact that he practically handed Sukuna his life on a platter. This is all evidence of his undeniable L.

“Mictlantecuhtli knew, not me alone.”.

“You know what I mean, Choso!”.

The being inhales deeply, “We want you to be successful even with all the odds against you Satoru. You must be more careful when fighting opponents you don’t directly know much about. Call it personalized training.”.

Satoru’s malice extinguishes, he realizes where Choso is coming from now; he’s trying to prepare him for the King and his army. “You could’ve just talked to me about it you know…”.

Choso giggles innocently, “No I couldn’t have. You’re head is far too thick.”.

A chuckle leaves Satoru as well, “I guess we’ll never know.”, throwing his hands up playfully before he’s eventually drifting off into a quiet state. He retreats into his mind, disinclined to remember what it felt like to be utterly weak. If he’d attempted a risky move with the King and lost the upper hand, he would be dumping the burden of survival onto all the people he’s grown to care for. He’d typically find his own defeat to be nothing but a pipe dream but despite his lack of verbal recognition, Gojo appreciates the rude awakening he was lured into. The very thought of either Sukuna or the King getting their hooks into Elska stokes a long forgotten flame within. Satoru’s hands form into tight fists; their shaking a result of the sheer malevolence trickling out from the cracks of his recently-found sanity. He can never allow something like that to repeat. They need him. The calming atmosphere causes Satoru to admit something he’ll never own up to again, “Choso…”, he begins softly, “All I could think about when I was fading out was wishing her voice was a hallucination. That feeling I experienced when she was being taken away by Sukuna...was it helplessness?”, he stews for a second over his own rhetorical question, “All I know is it was worse than being sealed. He fucking had her and I was terrified.”

Choso raises an eyebrow, respecting the vulnerability as they break past the last of the forest. “Good. That’s impertinent to your growth.”, is all Choso says as he watches Suguru close to entering the building, “Let that be an apotheosis as to why you shouldn’t fool around when faced with adversaries. You have to be more disciplined for I expect a greatness from you that requires nothing less.”. Choso softens his expression, “I need you to be independent on this forefront; to know that there may not always be someone to save you from yourself. That whole ordeal was extremely reckless.”.

“I know…okay?”, Gojo’s breathless admittance is overshadowed by a crippling breeze, “I’ll be more careful in the future…”.

“Speaking of the future…”, Choso says this while motioning for the scowling Suguru to wait up, now looking back at Satoru while explaining, “Today is a big day for Naoya and the clans all together but it will not go without intrusion.”.

Gojo’s eyes dart over curiously, intrigued by what that means.

“He officially ascends to the head of his clan today so we must attend the ceremony to show support and force.”. Choso looks past the suspicion on Getou’s face, as if its not happening at all, and continues, “That means you’re going to have to go home to retrieve the proper attire.”.

Suguru is mystified by the white wash of Gojo’s features after he heard that he’d simply need to stop by the Gojo estate. He thinks its a joke at first possibly but when Satoru fails to bounce back with some kind of witty remark but rather stands there, its easily determined that there’s far more to this picture than what’s on the shown within the frame. He feels bad though. Getou can immediately recognize the vibe of a shattered home because he’s so familiar with those kinds of energies.  

Elska notes that desolation in her sweet Sati as well so she ruminates on his home life and relationship with his parents. She still isn’t aware of what happened with his mother and is only now realizing that he’s actually never enlightened her about his home.

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“Yea here, let me…”, Naoya guides Yuuta and Maki out of the doorway as they prepare to receive Gojo and company. He smells Gojo’s wretched blood before he ever lays eyes on it which has him extra attentive but nothing could have structured him enough for what he’s about to see. Naoya’s pristine smile breaks into pieces when he perceives that Elska has been outside for God knows how long. Not only that though, he’s forced to take in how fucking comfortable she seems in Getou’s arms...dressed in Getou’s clothes. Getou himself? Half-naked and fucking heroic. The golden light travels over Naoya once he stampedes over in their direction to hurriedly snatch Elska away.

Suguru growls under his breath but ultimately has to give her up in order to show some good faith. He regrets that he’s caused Naoya to loathe him this deeply and takes ownership for his wrong doings in the past. That, however, doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel some urge to slug the Zenin across the face for assuming Elska was in harm’s grips around him. Their eyes meet for a brief moment and the amount of tension born of that millisecond could’ve suffocated them all.

Naoya sets Elska to her feet and physically moves in between them, his view flashing to Yuuta.

Okkotsu’s dead eyes flare open; he’s certain that Naoya is trying to convey the reality of his new nature. That’s irrelevant though, Yuuta is also certain of the goodness within the Zenin.

“Of all days…”, Naoya seethes while ushering Elska to go to the room. She refuses however, thus angering him further when he can tell its to ensure Suguru’s safety.

Choso struts in with Gojo but lifts the shaman’s arm up and over his head before bee-lining towards the commotion. His breaths are quiet yet exhausted as he considers how much time the turned are wasting with this constant discord. It isn't until he slips past Maki that he realizes Okkotsu has been studying him thoroughly, like he’s the only person in the room that’s even anticipating his taking action. ‘He will be a fantastic ally.’, the being retorts while counter-observing Yuuta’s immense curiosity, Choso’s eyes only fixating on his mark once Getou tries, “Chill the fuck out, Zenin. I fucking gave her those because of how cold it is.”. Choso’s brow furrows with displeasure; his attendance lining up perfectly.

Before Elska can even comprehend what’s happening, her prince who was literally right there next to her, is gone. His energy amplifies but is then its as if he’s instantly snuffed out; the Zenin energy compressed and shut down.

Naoya intended on knocking the fucking socks off of Getou; he even utilized his projection to ensure that the Titer wouldn’t have time to defend himself. His fist never met Suguru’s mandible though. Naoya stands there in awe as he tries to dissect how the hell Choso was able to completely dismember his projection and even catch that same fist, mid-hit. “Ch-Cho…”, the Zenin’s voice sounds stunned, lamentable but its probably because this is the first time Naoya is able to recognize the changes within the being. He’s finally aware of what everyone was already so sure of and the exacting darkness that pulsates through those violet dashes rocks him to the core. “Who…”, Naoya’s shaking breaths quicken, “Cho?”. Choso gently lowers Naoya’s arm while keeping their eyes locked and thinking to him, ‘Don’t be afraid. I am on your side now and always.’. There’s nothing Choso can do but try and smile when the Zenin yanks his hand away.

Suguru utilizes Naoya’s stupor to slip away with Itadori floating near, aiming for the small bedroom on this end of the house. All of the hairs on his body are raised, his eyes wide and mind racing. Choso nullified yet another powerful technique, just like his gravity, ‘But he also stopped Zenin from swinging…’, none of it makes sense. Something within him senses that Choso is not out to get them but he can’t figure out why that is when logic screams something is wrong here. There is something wrong with Choso period. Suguru’s been standing by the bed for about a minute before he finally lays Yuuji gently on top of the sheets. He now sits on the edge of the bed, running fingers back through his hair, ‘Choso was there when Sukuna’s domain took over. He was inside of it even.’. The possibility of the being going undetected rivets him with apprehension, ‘He’s too powerful.’. His head snaps up to the door once Toji’s barges through it.

“He’s fine…”, Toji’s face drops towards the floor in relief once he finds Yuuji in one piece, “Had to check.”.

Getou stands up awkwardly, poising himself the best he can. He and Toji make awkward eye contact, neither of them knowing what to say when there’s actually a lot they would like to discuss.

Toji examines Suguru’s lack of clothes and for a moment, grimaces thinking everyone is becoming nudists. A grunt leaves him when the racket from the foyer raises in volume so he grabs the knob to exit as quickly as he came. Suguru’s hushed words nearly cause him to clip his shoulder on the door frame because surely, there’s no way right? How the fuck did Gojo almost die?

Rather unnerved and irritated, Toji charges down the hall, takes a left and then rips open the door to the foyer screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!”.

Its as if the entire room was captured in a photo; not a single soul making the slightest movement.

Elska does nothing to resist when her beloved grabs her hand and leads her down to their bedroom. Whispers stir from everyone as they depart, the bass from her prince’s voice carrying the farthest.

Toji guides her into the bathroom, shuts the door and simply embraces her. Her skin is unusually cool to the touch, prompting him to break away to turn on the shower.

Elska bears a smile but is concerned with how agitated her Big Bad Wolf seems. Rather than questioning anything, she undresses and goes to pass him to enter it but curls her fingers into his palm.

He groans wantonly until the smirk on his face is no longer something he can hide, “I’m right behind you.”. Toji pulls his shirt off overhead and sets it on the sink before his eyes take to the door, thinking, ‘Stay out fuckers.’, and locking the handle. He strolls back, sliding his pants down his hips to the floor, his gaze now tethered to the hazy silhouette of Elska behind the frosted glass. He’s missed this.

Large calloused hands streak down her sides just as she’s finished rinsing her hair. She opens her eyes and is instantly melting to the sight of Toji’s shimmering body and how he stalks her. His busy hands raise to her face, cupping her cheeks to help stabilize her for the impact of his affection. Elska’s fingers tangle into his dark locks, protesting his ever backing away. She misses this. Words are not needed to navigate their intended meaning, thoughts useless to better portray their desires. Language is being spoken but in the form gasps, whimpers and groans.

Toji pushes her against the tiled wall but lifts her tiny frame up until his hips trap her to his chest. Despite what this may look like, the giant is not trying to seduce her but is instead vying for intimacy in its purest form. He breaks their silence by quietly calling her name, inhaling deeply when she cries his own. Maybe rolling with it isn’t such a bad idea.

Orao has recovered but wishes he could be anywhere other than here. The bastardous one they call Toji is currently slobbering all over his beloved while he’s been set aside to fucking feel her excited  energy. He could hit them both right now; he’s fucking sick of this world and is sick of seeing her so fucking attentive to these other turned. It’s disgusting. The smallest whimper resounds through the door, damn near pushing him over the edge but he’s made to quickly tighten up once the room becomes more gregarious.

“This fucking guy…”, Gojo growls when the pathetic body guard freezes on the spot.

Suguru sighs, “Get to the bed before you make me fall too!”, suddenly thinking Gojo can make it all by himself.

Satoru rolls his body so he can flop to the mattress on his back but he holds on to Getou, pulling him down as well. The Titer frantically shifts around but Gojo uses his strength to playfully restrict any of Suguru’s movement, laughing out, “Your hair is so soft, just like my love’s!”. Satoru laughs wildly, despite his pain when the bodyguard is doused in confusion and to further unsettle the stranger, he adds, “Nothing wrong with a pretty man now is there?”.

“WE WILL BE ENEMIES ONCE MORE SATORU!”.

Yuuta walks with Maki behind Choso, accidentally tuning out everything she’s relaying to him as he tries to place his finger on the being. His energy is so strange, not merely ominous. His eyes flicker forward to Naoya as his mind takes to the thought, ‘They’re all Elska’s but they’re so different…’, now comparing Gojo’s new wavelengths to the turned they encountered as well. When he enters their bedroom with everyone else, a cold chill rakes down his spine. His first reaction to the horror felt was to grab a hold of Maki’s hand as his head turns in search for the source of this heinously toxic energy, Orao. Yuuta’s hands move to draw his sword, ‘There’s no mistaking it…’, he thinks with hollow eyes and a single word on the tip of his tongue, ‘He’s the same.’.

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[gggoldfinch]

the first time I wrote this my laptop crashed halfway through and deleted everything and I started sobbing. here we go again, part 2, I'll try not to have a fucking stroke:

(Also not to be weird or unkind but pls don’t read/like/reply to this if you’re not a follower or mutual of mine. I trust my regulars and mutuals, some y’all that blow in on the wind scare me …)

here’s a little personal ramble about me discovering(?) my neurodivergency (with a sprinkle of childhood trauma) (I lied it’s not a sprinkle it’s a backhoe full) because I just had a fucking MASSIVE epiphany while sitting here doing nothing. Feel free to read idc, I just need somewhere to put this since I don’t have a shrink, and maybe some y'all will relate, considering we’re all a bit touched in the head here. This is a blog and I’m finally treating it like one lmao

a little context: I had somewhat severe epilepsy from age 4-5 that seemingly had no cause, and went away on its own. yay. 

so, on to the topic at hand. My family had numerous stories about how I used to get seriously SERIOUSLY overwhelmed/ overstimulated as a child— so much so that on one particular occasion I hid in a basket of toys in my bedroom during my own birthday party until my mom had to make everyone leave early. Needless to say I was labelled “a handful.” My parents always blamed these outbursts of overstimulation in social settings on my epilepsy (even though this behavior continued after my epilepsy cured itself), saying that it made me tired, irritable, easily overwhelmed, etc. But now as an adult, knowing there is a fairly decent likelihood that I have not only adhd but autism too, this makes much more sense. Side note: my parents refuse to believe their child could be neurodivergent (among many other bigoted things their child could not be)—they shoot me down whenever I propose the idea, calling me silly—so it’s likely that bringing me to a specialist never crossed their minds, considering they didn’t want to consider it and I didn’t portray the “traditional symptoms” of neurodivergency that were known about in the early 2000s. 

all this being said, yes, I just had that epiphany while sitting here on my couch and was like. oh. damn, that kinda makes sense now, looking back through a different lens. It’s always been here, apart of me. It’s always been with me. And realizing this kinda makes me a little sad. I have all the resources at my fingertips now as an adult to learn about all the ways my behavior has been misinterpreted throughout my life. All the times when I refused to let my mom brush/touch/style my hair, when I'd only eat the same favorite foods, why I was SO obsessed with pacifiers, why I would lash out and get overwhelmed and torment everyone around me. I understand why now, and it strangely makes me feel so sad and alone.

I feel like I’m always mourning my childhood and the loss of it (crying rn lol, a tear fell in my mouth). I was friendless and bullied for 9 whole years of my life, throughout my entire elementary and middle education. My grandparents, who were my best friends, died 15 months apart and I never got proper closure, and am still in mourning over a decade later. I was diagnosed with several life changing diseases when I was just a poor dumb kid and it virtually stripped my teenage years to their bare bones. I had good times, I did, but you don’t often remember the good times, do you. I remember feeling alone, overwhelmed, and so so so different for so many years of my life, and not understanding why. I really do think my childhood ended when my grandparents died when I was 10, because after that ushered in the mental and physical health problems, and still, no comfort in peers until my late teens. Even when I finally had friends in high school (not the same friends from high school that I've talked about here, mind you), they would tease me; laugh when I’d slip up verbally, or when I was slow on the uptake, even if I asked them to stop. I’d feel overwhelmed and isolated, but I'd suck it up because this is what friends do, despite this being exactly what my merciless “friend” bullies did in middle school. 

Now I realize that I always had the right to be overwhelmed and angry that no one understood why— my symptoms of neurodivergy came in a “gifted kid” box, with hyperfixations and poor social skills abound. Now Ive got gifted kid burnout and explanations for my younger self. I understand why I sometimes felt like I needed to peel off my skin if I felt overwhelmed (still do lol), why kids didn’t want to be friends with me and thought I was weird, why I was so susceptible to teasing and why I couldn't stand up for myself, why I always pretended to fit in even though I and everyone else knew I didn’t. 

I think I deserve to grow more now, knowing all this. I know I’ve done and said a lot of stupid shit I'm not proud of, and I know it may be a copout to blame it on not being entirely sure how to navigate social situations or on kids being mean little bastards, but I sincerely think I've grown as a human just by realizing it hasn’t all been my fault like I've told myself for so long. I didn’t drive people away as a kid, I couldn’t help it if I acted out when I was overwhelmed or overstimulated or humiliated— I didn’t want to put my mom through hell when she too was young and overwhelmed with having her first kid. But that’s all behind me, and I think that knowing now where it likely all stems from, I should these experiences to get to know myself a bit more, and take care of myself. Forgive myself. 

okay now that I've cleared my sinuses with that hearty sob sesh... 🤷🏻‍♀️

[vespertin-y]

afternoon liveblog! GUESS WHO’S GOT TWO THUMBS AND MORE STUFF FOR THEIR SACRIFICE KOKICHI PINBOARD BABEYYYY

-not tsumugi’s idea of god just being izuru 😭 how did i not catch this easter egg before,,,

-”...cults like these can be reaaally annoying if you get on their bad side.” how do you know that, kokichi?

-i HIGHLY doubt angie was meant to smash that flashback light...in a more interesting version of ch3, tsumugi kills her for this and gets away with it until ch6....i just really wanted them to use the first-come-first-serve culprit rule ok.

-”ummm...what if we get another time limit motive, like the one that got rantaro killed? ...shouldn’t we have a sacrifice prepared, just in case?” “you mean...if someone has to die, we should volunteer someone we resurrected?” COLD, angie, cold. anyway this scene is made WAY funnier if you imagine an extremely offended kaede, rantaro, ryoma, and kirumi watching it on TV.

-kaito is Going Thru It...it’s impossible to tell how much of his suffering is because of his illness worsening and how much of it is his genuine terror at the supernatural, but either way he is straight up not havin a good time rn.

-ok so shuichi and kokichi proceed to have a very long (and completely optional!) side conversation and literally all of it makes me insane so here it is, line-by-line:

-”oh, but angie wants to make rantaro the transfer student, huh? i don’t want him to come back to life.” “why?” “it’s cuz...i love you most, shuichi. i’m always thinking about you...and you’d rather see kaede brought back to life, huh?” “th-that’s...” “you’re so admirable! that’s why i wanna support you! oh wait, that’s a lie!” “...” the og explanation i made for this got a little too personal and a little too sad, so i’ll just say a) again, it’s much easier to make people *think* you’re lying than it is to actually lie, and b) adding ‘but that’s a lie!’ is like saying it’s not gay because you wore socks, OUMA.

-“come to think of it, i once saw this anime that was also about a death game...the mastermind sacrificed a family member as the first victim to get the killing started.” PIN! BOARD! PIN! BOARD! PIN! BOARD!

-“sacrificed a family member? as in...killed them?” “yeah, as a show of force. maybe that’s what happened to rantaro...what if rantaro was working for the mastermind? bringing him back might be a bad idea.” “n-no, that’s idiotic! rantaro couldn’t have been working for the mastermind...” [but...is it really impossible? we only knew rantaro for a short time. he did seem as though he was kind of used to the killing game.] “nee-heehee...looks like you’re starting to understand what i’m getting at, shuichi.” FROTHS AT THE FUCKING MOUTH,,,they both clocked how sus rantaro is but because of the way kaede’s death spent them tailspinning in opposite directions (natural extrovert kokichi becoming isolated and paranoid bc he thinks he’ll end up like her + natural introvert shuichi fighting his own caution to integrate into the group bc he has to fulfill her wish) they can’t have a real conversation about it. I Am So Normal About This.

-FTE time - this time kokichi’s second one! (this is just his episode, apparently). the fact that we know his love of yu-gi-oh is genuine because he really obviously based his outfit off of seto kaiba is fantastic, but my favorite bit is that he “plays” by drawing random cards and seeing who’s number is bigger - the hallmark of kids who collected the pretty cards but had no idea what the actual rules were (like me and all seven of my siblings hpshjdhbsgdh).

-one of maki’s next! shuichi telling her her backstory sounds fake is funny for like, eight different reasons. the holy salvation society’s strategy of being so suspicious for cult reasons no one realizes they’re suspicious for assassin reasons is also great. (shuichi is...bizarrely slow on the uptake here, though. maki saying ‘god really doesn’t exist in this world’ and shuichi responding with ‘so, you’re a devotee in the cult?’ made me ?????. it’s so out of character i can’t even be mad at maki calling him a fucking dumbass. she’s right!)

-kaitoooo :[ don’t call yourself pathetic for being sick, please,,,,

-”i think...himiko has gotten so lazy, she’s given up on thinking for herself...that’s why she’s depending on angie.” bold move to describe joining a cult because you’re suicidally depressed as “lazy”, but i suppose i can’t fault tenko for something that’s more a flaw with DR itself. her heart is in the right place, at least.

-”she thinks she’s [kami-sama]’s vessel, so she doesn’t feel guilty about anything she does.” “and that’s why you want me to kill her?” “huh!?” “asking someone like me for a “favor” can only mean one thing.” “...i...won’t deny that. i’ve wanted her gone even before all this happened. and i think everyone has wanted someone to die at least once in their life...but going through with it is a different thing! it’s wrong for a person to commit murder! it doesn’t matter what the reason is!” i disagree but i think it’s Neat seeing where all the V3 characters fall on this moral spectrum!!

-not maki and kaito having the exact same ‘just bang on the door 1 billion times’ strategy 😭 that’s rlly funny actually.

-”no, angie. that’s not possible. the bodies were not fakes. i’m positive. especially after seeing the wax effigies. the effigies were nearly perfect, but the real bodies still had traces of a soul. a soul desperate to live, struggling, fighting for life...that’s something that can never be replicated. no matter what technology you have, you can’t fake a soul.” how does he apply this to kiibo, i wonder...?

-”[kami-sama] says that if we do the ritual, everyone who has died up till now will come back. so...if those four really are dead, then the resurrection ritual will surely work.” she’s switched from bringing back rantaro to bringing back everyone...!? that’s not what monokuma promised.

-”if you’re gonna slow me down, i’ll turn you into a wax effigy! nyahahaha!” JESUS H CHRIST

-tenhimi breakup scene :((( the babygirls r so toxic,,,

-”you should let shuichi tell you how to apologize. he’s really good at it.” i...can’t tell if this is meant to be an insult or not......

-that’s the end of day twelve! see you next time :]

[mavspeed]

Heyo! Just wanted to come thank you again for the awesome chapter and wish you well. I was completely blown away by chapter 7 and the way you keep giving these little pieces of the puzzle that is IceMav’s relationship but not so much that we can put it together all the way. You have to keep coming back and then think about how both characters might have experienced the same moment in different ways, if that makes sense. You really play in the unreliable narrator so well and I am living for it. Like I always want to believe that the narrator is telling the truth and to an extent they are because that’s how they experienced and understood what was happening but they don’t realize their perception is being marked or shadowed by their past experiences and/or biases. It the best thing because I live for multiple perspectives so it’s like that scene character A took it this way while Character B understood this way. It’s great, phenomenal, one of my absolute favorite writing techniques.

I do have a couple questions though if you don’t mind and feel free to take as much time responding as you want. Do the flyboys really blame Ice for what happened or is that his guilt and terrible self worth talking? Like I know you mentioned Slider not talking to him for a bit after the break up but do they understand that both Maverick and Iceman fucked up? Also can you perhaps explain a little more why Maverick felt so hurt? Your writing really made me feel the emotions during these scenes but I have been having a hard time wrapping my head around some stuff. I am very slow on the uptake and can’t always make connections as to why people get upset about certain things. Was he hurt that Ice had been keeping secrets and denying the validity of their relationship to Ice’s family? Upset that Ice was no longer bringing him to the parties? I totally understand if you can’t reveal any of these answers yet or if you just want to point towards a certain chapter for these answers, then that works too.

Ok I think I have word vomited enough to you and hope you have a great rest of the week. Thanks again so much for the update and all your hard work because 16000 words is no joke.

hiiii this is such a lovely lovely comment thank you so so much! seriously I always greatly appreciate it when people express that they like my writing style bc I hate it most days lmfjjdks❤️❤️

as for your questions! do the flyboys really hate ice for what happened- nope, they don’t. it’s mostly his guilt talking bc he genuinely feels terrible still for how he handled the end to their relationship (although Mav had a hand to play in it too 👀)

the slider thing is honestly ice blowing it way out of proportion. here’s the thing- slider could only hear about what happened from one person only, and that was ice, since the other one cut off all communication and went cold turkey on them. he hears ice blame himself and runs with the facts. except he doesn’t have two sides to the story and ice is skewing the account of it too much in Mav’s favour! plus, slider was Also hurt by mav’s isolation, and he unknowingly puts the blame on ice. and you have to admit, it sounds pretty bad from ice’s pov only. lying to mav for 9 months and then cold shouldering him for one more month? WHEW. anyone would be a little Yo Dude What The Fuck after hearing that. but yeah, after a while slider comes to his senses and realises he was being unfair to ice. ice just keeps thinking slider is mad at him until one day slider comes up to him and is like dude chill I’m not mad 😭

ALSO DONT SELF-FLAGELLATE that honour belongs only to icemav!! you can ask me anything seriously I don’t mind answering stuff!! you are absolutely not slow on the uptake sometimes I leave a little too much subtext in my fic lmao. for the mav thing: he wasn’t hurt about the parties in any way, he hates them 💀 but yeah, he’s that hurt because ice lied to him in a massive, massive way- and again, for NINE MONTHS.

at this point, he just wanted a little bit of clarity and openness from ice. like ice has refused to tell him about his family for so long and this lie sort of... toppled the deck of cards lmao. it’s got mav thinking- does he care about me as much as I do for him? or have I been reading this wrong and I am just a warm body for him?

you can argue that it is a little bit hypocritical of mav to be all You Lied To Me! when mav has Also been lying to ice and downplaying the severity of some stuff in his past + goose-related trauma. but at the same time, lying about your family, telling them you dumped your boyfriend, going to parties and putting up the appearance of a single man... it’s wild! it’s crazy! and that’s why he got so upset.

(this is getting way too long of an answer once again) but anyway, all this gets hashed out in a proper conversation/screaming argument between them... eventually. their second go of it won’t be so disastrous, I promise 🙏🏼

[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, John Egbert

Act 6, page 7108-7112

ROXY: so

ROXY: all that wind

ROXY: that was you right

JOHN: yes.

ROXY: hmmmmm

ROXY: i dont see any glitchy trash

ROXY: guess your humongous blowy spell did away with all that grody nonsense?

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: yeah, i guess you're right.

JOHN: i didn't even notice until you just mentioned it, but yeah, i guess that dumb problem is finally busted.

JOHN: thank god!

ROXY: fo real

ROXY: i heard music 2

ROXY: did u hear music?

JOHN: yes, that was me too.

JOHN: i was playing a magic organ.

ROXY: oh relay

JOHN: yes, see, there's this huge organ...

ROXY: that is almost certainly what she said

ROXY: WONK

JOHN: oh, shush. :p

JOHN: anyway, this huge PIPE organ...

JOHN: it let me play the breeze, so to speak.

JOHN: i think that was the only way to get rid of all those clouds, and let the fire flies go home.

ROXY: this is their home huh

JOHN: i guess so?

JOHN: i am surprised by how my quest turned out too, to be honest.

ROXY: it is kinda bittersweet

ROXY: seeing all of twinkly herberts bros and sisters going home

JOHN: twinkly who?

ROXY: my pet firefly

ROXY: im guessin this is where he was from

JOHN: oh.

ROXY: they all seem happy though

ROXY: look at em all blinkin away

ROXY: into the blank ass yonder

JOHN: heh.

ROXY: why is the sky blank btw

JOHN: it's blank because it's...

JOHN: nothing.

ROXY: nothing

ROXY: why is it nothing

ROXY: where even are we

JOHN: it's nothing because we are literally nowhere.

ROXY: uh

ROXY: ok how can you tell its actually a field of nothingness

ROXY: as opposed to just a bunch of regular empty space that happens to look vaguely neutral

JOHN: how can i tell?

JOHN: i guess i just can.

ROXY: no but how

JOHN: why don't you ask yourself!

JOHN: you're the one who asked me why it was blank in the first place.

JOHN: so why did you choose the term "blank" in your question?

ROXY: .....

ROXY: DAMN

ROXY: owned @ the philosophies

JOHN: so owned.

JOHN: you will find i am the best there is at those.

ROXY: is true

ROXY: im always gettin owned at those by you and ur kin

ROXY: recently your crazy dog sister was schoolin me on perfectly generic cubes

JOHN: you mean generic objects.

ROXY: generic fort blox :p

JOHN: yes.

ROXY: now u are droppin truth bombs about blank skies on me

ROXY: shouldnt i be like innately stellar at this sorta stuff as a void player

ROXY: must be comin off slow as fuck on the uptake here arent i

JOHN: not really.

JOHN: you seem pretty smart to me.

ROXY: i do

JOHN: yeah.

JOHN: you have a funny and snappy way of talking, like dave.

JOHN: but unlike that knucklehead, i sense that behind all your jokes, you are probably some kind of brainiac, like rose.

ROXY: whow

JOHN: don't get me wrong, i meant knucklehead in a good way.

JOHN: dave is actually the best dude, you would like him.

ROXY: i bet you are correct

ROXY: so dave...

ROXY: hes uhhhhhh

ROXY: my son right??

JOHN: argh!

ROXY: !

JOHN: i mean. yes, pretty much.

JOHN: honestly, it gets weird to think about all our relations in that way sometimes.

ROXY: i getcha

ROXY: like when i think about u and wolfjade being the kids of jane and jake i...

ROXY: i...

ROXY: omfg

ROXY: that SO CUTE :3

JOHN: um.

ROXY: so what is it u thinks weird about dave being my son?

JOHN: i think we should just change the subject!

ROXY: ahaha alright

ROXY: what were we talking about again

JOHN: we were talking about blank skies and fort blocks and such.

ROXY: oh yis

JOHN: and you thought you should know more about things like that as a void hero...

JOHN: which reminds me.

JOHN: do you think you are any closer to making that alien egg?

ROXY: hmn

JOHN: i mean, after seeing nix.

JOHN: did you feel, like, a power boost or anything?

ROXY: a power boost???

ROXY: like mega man or

JOHN: no, not like mega man.

JOHN: i mean, like...

ROXY: youre askin if she taught me to do the voidey thing

JOHN: well, did she?

ROXY: naw dude

ROXY: i told you

ROXY: we did our chat in some horseshit elven baloney tongue

ROXY: and she just told me to come here

ROXY: like thats literally it

ROXY: "go to planet if u want to live"

ROXY: so i did

ROXY: there wasnt really any soul searching or gettin in touch with my inner miracles

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: well that's kind of a bummer.

JOHN: i hope you weren't shortchanged out of an important mystical and spiritual process of self discovery.

ROXY: pfffahahaha

JOHN: ?

ROXY: pfhehehehehehehehe

JOHN: what?

ROXY: sorry its just

ROXY: sometimes you sound so much like jake its rly quite uncanny

ROXY: but yeah i dont care about that really

ROXY: it was either take an uneventful and nonspiritual trip to a wind planet, or just stop existing altogether

ROXY: i think ill be fine without the self discovery part

JOHN: yeah.

JOHN: or...

JOHN: wait.

JOHN: what if this was part of it?

ROXY: part of what

JOHN: your quest?

JOHN: like, to be here, and learn to use your powers better?

JOHN: we are kind of in a realm of literal nothingness right now.

JOHN: maybe you will be able to draw energy or inspiration from the void, or whatever?

ROXY: NIX.......

ROXY: why u sly old bitch

JOHN: does that make sense?

ROXY: it kind of does

ROXY: it kind of LOADS of does

JOHN: oh, sweet!

JOHN: i was just grasping at straws there, but now that you agree, i'm suddenly a lot more confident in my theory.

ROXY: heheh yeah (...jake)

JOHN: so why don't you try it out again?

ROXY: what

ROXY: the egg?

ROXY: like right now?

JOHN: sure?

ROXY: meh tbh im a bit sick of tryin to summon that ugly damn egg

ROXY: how about later??

ROXY: i would rather just keep bee essing with u for a while rather than get right down to freakin business

JOHN: i guess there's really no hurry.

JOHN: not in this place at least.

JOHN: i don't think this place has any bearing on other time lines.

JOHN: it's almost like...

JOHN: like taking a time out from our canonical lives.

JOHN: so if you wanted, you could take as much time to practice here as you need.

ROXY: im down as heck with that

ROXY: could use a breather from my canonical life

JOHN: me too.

JOHN: even though...

JOHN: i'm not sure i have one anymore?

ROXY: hmm

ROXY: well since we already talked about MY quest...

ROXY: and like spiritual mega man style power boosts and all

ROXY: what about yours

ROXY: howd that go

JOHN: how'd it go?

JOHN: pretty well, i'd say.

ROXY: no but

ROXY: i know you blew away some clouds and blanked out the sky and all

ROXY: but the point was so you could learn to control your zappy powers

ROXY: did you?

JOHN: i think so.

JOHN: but i haven't really tried a controlled jump yet.

ROXY: i c

ROXY: well when you do

ROXY: where do you think youll jump to first

JOHN: i have no idea.

JOHN: the thought of changing the time line is still mind boggling to me.

ROXY: well if nothin else

ROXY: u really should go grab that ring

ROXY: before the smug troll can take it

ROXY: i mean there was lots of problems already but her comin back to life really fucked us over to the shittiest max possible

JOHN: that's right!

JOHN: i definitely wanted to go back and get the ring off my couch before i lost it.

JOHN: at the very least, that way you can use it to help your friend.

ROXY: yup!

ROXY: any other ideas?

JOHN: not yet.

JOHN: so much has happened, it's hard to even think about.

JOHN: and it's not even limited to what i've been through, either.

JOHN: i've seen a lot of other crazy stuff, just from my random jumps.

ROXY: like what

JOHN: like...

JOHN: like the last place i was, actually.

JOHN: just before i came back, to find your session in ruins.

JOHN: haha. i actually got into a pretty serious fight.

ROXY: o?

JOHN: with this guy.

JOHN: a skull kid.

JOHN: he's a huge asshole, and a horrible artist.

ROXY: u saw the skull kids drawins?

JOHN: unfortunately.

JOHN: in fact, i was in his drawings once.

JOHN: it was a true nightmare come to life.

ROXY: D:

JOHN: i am pretty much convinced he is the guy behind all of the problems we ever had, even though he is a complete ignoramus.

ROXY: then you mean

ROXY: it was callies bro

JOHN: yeah, probably.

JOHN: i have a feeling some day we will all have to take him down.

JOHN: but...

JOHN: probably when he grows up to be his adult self.

JOHN: when i beat him up, he was just a teen scamp, like us.

JOHN: but with a skull for a head, a robot leg, a cape which i ripped to shreds, and a pair of dumb suspenders.

ROXY: you beat him up????

ROXY: daaamn

ROXY: yall must be STRONG

JOHN: meh, not particularly.

JOHN: i was just really angry, and i caught him off guard drawing some shitty animes.

ROXY: ahahahahaha

ROXY: fuck his animes

JOHN: they were quite literally the worst animes i have ever seen.

JOHN: i hope i hurt his drawing hand, and he never does any more ugly art for the rest of his stupid immortal skull monster life.

ROXY: yeah

ROXY: i know that guy

ROXY: he used to troll my friends all the time

ROXY: wait no

ROXY: used to "jeer" us

ROXY: he was a tool

JOHN: hmm, it just occurred to me...

JOHN: aside from fixing the time line, there's another benefit to my new power.

JOHN: once we all decide we're ready to fight him, i can just zap us all right to him.

JOHN: we could take him by surprise again.

JOHN: i really doubt he'd be able to handle us if we all clobbered him at once!

ROXY: thats pretty good thinkin

ROXY: but um

ROXY: maybe were getting ahead of ourselves here

ROXY: makin plans 4 rumble royale with mangaka dudebro, lord of the shitwanks

ROXY: we should probably focus on bringing our loved ones back to life first

JOHN: ...

[rsquid2]

Finished Olypian Affair, heres all my various thoughts, spoilers if yall care about such things

I feel like the book moved very fast, perhaps thats a side effect of me reading it in about 12 hours but to me it didnt feel like that next book in a longer series, more like the second in a duology. As I was reading, and after while I was thinking about it, it felt like Things just Happened.

I distincly remember thinking that at some point in the next few books Espiria was going to turn on Aurora, only for that to happen the literal next page.

Everything in this one felt like a massive escalation from the first book. Everything feels bigger and higher stakes, which is not a bad in of itself but it felt like 3 books worth of escalation crammed into one.

We get the whole story on the Perilous, which like, neat, I kinda wish he'd dragged that out for longer, like, maybe only releaved the strictly releavent part and kept us in the dark for a bit longer.

Characters fuck alot in this book, like it feels a little excessive, it almost feels like Meatsmith has got somethin going on between this and warriorborn, idk maybe this is how is writting always is ive never read his other stuff.

I am once again expressing my hatred of it being a post-apoclypic earth, albeit not ours cus crystals were still a thing before the fall or whatever you wanna call it. I hate it, I really dont think it has to be earth, you can even still do the thing with Tyranima, it just feels a little lazy imo

That last chapter was fuckin wild. An archangel just, shows up, and has a conversation with the spirearch and Maul. Which like, why is Maul there??? It doesn't seem like he'd care I guess he does tho.

I kinda hate they introduced those crystal zombies, cus they are zombies, explictly have to go for the head, made of dead people, its just zombies, I hate that they put them in so early, cus either we are never going to see them again, or they are going to become a regular enemy which our heros can dispatch with ease. Neither of these options are good.

I do like that he left Gwen on the surface, I kinda expected the epilouge to go "oh and gwen got rescued shes fine"

Ferus is fucking dead!!!! That's just sad.

I do think on the whole everyone is charactized pretty well, no one feels wildly out of character. Some characters have changed but it's been 2 years if they hadnt it be weird. There were a few times were it felt Gwen was uncharcteristly slow on the uptake just so things could be spelled out to the audiance.

We got a little more lore on how the crystals are made, they grow em like the fuckin crystal grow kits from the craft store.

Abigal, I like that she's a character, I like that she's like a spy, I think thats cool, I love Hamish and Tilde. I hate where the book left her and Bayard, which i'd imagine is the point

There was no mention of Rook, at all, which like, yea he's a dick and I hated him, but It feels like he got retconed out of the story. Even when recounted the Pererlous Incident, they dont mention him. So either the admiralty wrote him into the Incident for whatever reason, or he has actually be written out of the story as a whole.

Overall I did like the book, despite what this may make it appear, I did enjoy it, now I guess we'll wait another 8 years for the next one!

[sweaterkittensahoy]

I’m ridiculous

I spent so many years thinking, “I don’t fucking care if this is something “girls don’t do” or “only boys do.” I’ll do what I fucking want. 

Online quizzes out here going, “You’re 50/50 male and female based on these arbitrary answers.”

Me a few years ago telling Sean, “I think about gender a lot in the back of my mind because it’s clearly so important to so many people, and honestly, I think if I spent time thinking about it, I’d probably say I was non-binary because I don’t feel any connection to gender, but also, I don’t mind being called a woman, so who cares?

Me this past year: Oh, shit.

[awlumii]

afraid to lose you.

can be seen as a pt. 2 to "it stings."

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha

# — warnings: lightly suggestive

# — tags: some angst, fluff, making out, jealous!kazuha, ofc there would be kissing, who do you think i am

# — notes: the word count on this is 5,738. this took... about five hours. i haven't done this kind of writing in months, and holy FUCK does it feel good. like always, reblogs and reactions are appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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it may seem like you know kazuha inside and out, but there are times when he thinks otherwise.

don't misunderstand — kazuha doesn't hide anything from you. not intentionally, anyway. the only reason why he may refrain from telling you something is because the topic just hasn't come up yet. if someone were to ask you any question pertaining to kazuha's home life before he became a wanderer, you likely wouldn't have an answer. you've never asked, so he's never told you. and because of that, some gaps may exist in your understanding of kazuha.

then again, he's still transparent to you, whether he makes it that way or not. you're terrifyingly observant at times, able to read even the slightest of gestures and decipher how he's feeling before he himself realizes it. there are times when kazuha wonders if you know him better than he knows himself. that fact extends to just about everyone you know, actually — all the members of the crux fleet are aware of your vigilance.

but you aren't without fault; the reason why kazuha thinks you don't truly know him is because there are times when you're... a bit slow on the uptake.

like right now, for instance.

"you don't want to hold your weapon so close to the blade." your voice comes in clear on the breeze. kazuha watches as you step closer to a man wielding a polearm and take his weapon, brandishing it yourself. "see where my hands are? even if the tip is the only thing doing damage, you need to be able to control the entire thing. try again." you hand the polearm back to the man, who stiffly does as you say. you shake your head and step behind him to manually adjust his stance. when you're finished, you step back. "isn't that a little more comfortable?" you ask him.

you're standing behind him, so you can't see his face, but kazuha can. and for some reason, his expression is... irritating.

"y-yeah, a little." the man answers. he swings the polearm as you instructed. "so like this..?"

you sigh. you take the man's arms from behind again and slowly swing his arms for him. as you do, kazuha actually has to look away, lest he look at your student's face again.

you're giving a one-on-one lesson to one of the new sailors at his request. what was his name again? kenji? all kazuha remembers is that he was the only one out of the six new recruits to hail from inazuma. it's not like him to be so forgetful. he'd normally beat himself up for being so discourteous — especially to someone from his homeland — but he isn't quite sure he wants to extend such courtesy to kenji. (if that's even his name.)

because as of late, kenji's been... monopolizing you, so to speak. you were entrusted with the task of training the new recruits. it was a simple enough job at first; kazuha was content to watch as you flattened the three recruits who were the most mouthy. but of the six, there was a straggler in the group — someone who just couldn't keep up to save their life. kenji required extra care, so you took it upon yourself to bring him up to speed. unfortunately, kenji was slower than you anticipated.

kazuha spares kenji a glance. his brows twitch when he sees the pink that's dusted itself over his features. he looks away again.

how can you be so observant, yet so blind to this man's obvious crush on you?

"do that a few more times," kazuha hears you say, "and you'll have a better foundation for when we start sparring some more." you rest a hand on your hip as you watch kenji swing his polearm as you instructed. "good. keep it up if you want to; i'm going to sit down. we're done for the day."

kazuha perks up at that. are you finally done? can he finally take you away from—

"wait!" kenji stops you mid-stride. "um... can you... t-tell me how you got your vision?"

you're silent for a moment. you slowly turn back to face him and kazuha wishes he can see the look on your face. "are you really curious?" you ask.

kazuha grits his teeth. say no, say no—

"yes," kenji says despite kazuha's internal pleading. to make a bad situation worse, you oblige him and walk back over, starting the tale of how you received your vision.

kazuha groans silently and bumps the back of his head on the tree he's sitting against. it's taking everything in him to not get up and yank you away from your starry-eyed pupil in this moment. because archons, the lovesick puppy eyes kenji is giving you is making his stomach twist. how are you, of all people, so oblivious? can't you see that? it's so obvious–!

kazuha reels himself back in. this isn't like him. he needs to get himself in check before you come back.

he takes a steadying breath. maybe he's just on edge because he didn't get much sleep last night. kenji has been doing this for weeks — taking up your time, playing dumb, ogling you... it's safe to say that kazuha hasn't been resting well knowing that come morning, you'd be whisked away to kenji's side again.

you finish your story a bit quicker than kazuha anticipated. before he knows it, you're walking over to him, leaving a dejected looking kenji in your wake. thankfully, kazuha's finished his breathing routine. he gives you his most patient smile when you seat yourself beside him. "all done for the day?" he asks quietly.

you grumble something under your breath and lie down, resting your head in kazuha's lap. like a magnet, his hand finds its way to your hair, idly twisting your locks around his fingers. "i can't believe i still have to correct him on his form." you seethe quietly. "why did he pick up a spear if he wasn't gonna use it right?!"

kazuha tries to bite back his chuckle, but he fails. thank the stars you're at least a little frustrated by kenji's behavior. a little more of that, and you'll be on your way to ignoring him in no time. (hopefully.)

"perhaps he wants to be a vision holder like you." kazuha says. "ambition is one of the main traits of a vision holder..."

you look up at kazuha, your face clouded with thought. "that'd explain his reluctance to give up... hopefully he practices enough to put up an actual fight tomorrow."

tomorrow? "you're going to be training him again tomorrow?" kazuha can't stop himself from asking.

you nod and look out to kenji, who is eagerly practicing the moves you taught him earlier. kazuha doesn't dare look. "yeah. if you're right and his goal is actually to obtain a vision, then... i guess i should help him, shouldn't i?"

...you're so nice that it hurts. and damn if he doesn't love that about you.

kazuha looses a soft sigh and pushes your hair off of your forehead. he leans down and presses a kiss right between your brows, chuckling when you pull them together in confusion. "you're a marvelous teacher." he laughs when you begin to fluster under the praise.

he's not lying; no matter how frustrating this situation may be, he would be remiss if he didn't acknowledge just how effective your teachings are. you practice what you preach, giving kazuha a run for his money whenever he spars with you. if kenji wasn't... well, kenji, he would be the best of the new recruits by now.

you look away and kazuha presses the back of his hand on your cheek. as he guessed, it's warm. you push him away with a grumble, making him laugh again. "stop that."

"shall i praise you more?" he teases, brushing his fingers across your cheek once more.

"...no." you close your eyes at the touch.

after that, a pleasant silence descends upon the two of you. and for the first time in what feels like forever, kazuha has you all to himself. the intrusive thoughts hush, and it's just you, him, and the breeze.

(in the distance, kenji watches the tender moment with a deep frown.)

maybe it's a good thing that you can't sense how kazuha feels about all of this. he can't make much of it himself.

that's a lie. he can, he just doesn't want to admit it to himself. that feeling is beneath him. what a wretched feeling it is. he won't even think it. there's no way he'd be feeling like that over some new recruit. he forces it down — out-of-sight, out-of-mind-style.

but when kenji approaches you while you're sitting with kazuha aboard the alcor, he finds that that feeling is much more difficult to contain than he initially thought.

"would you mind if i joined you?" kenji asks, and immediately, kazuha sees a problem here. why was his question directed solely at you? is he invisible?

besides, you're not exactly the most approachable right now; kazuha is sitting on top of a barrel and you're standing between his legs with his arms wrapped around you. no one has come up to you two for longer than a moment. (probably because they know how to read the room, kazuha thinks.)

you hum in what kazuha can only assume is assent. kenji makes himself comfortable on a barrel across from kazuha, his eyes never leaving your frame. "what do you need?" you ask. your voice sounds distant. kazuha peeks to see you're still staring out at the sea.

kenji flinches. "oh, um... nothing, i just... ah..." he fumbles over his words. his eyes are darting between you and kazuha, his ears turning redder by the second. "i couldn't find anyone else to pass the time with, so..."

kazuha blinks twice in disbelief. as of right now, he can hear four people who are talking aimlessly as they laze about, two of which are the new recruits. which means kenji purposely came looking for you. but why wouldn't he just leave right away when he saw what you were doing? (or not doing, kazuha thinks.)

you take your eyes off of the sea and focus on kenji, who visibly jolts at having earned your attention. (or is kazuha just too observant?) "why don't you tell me about yourself then?" you prompt him. "i don't know much about you outside of training."

and just like that, another moment is stolen from him. kazuha sighs silently, resigned. neither you nor kenji notice as the latter eagerly starts to chat you up. you may be standing in his arms, but you feel miles away right now, your heart and mind elsewhere yet again.

kazuha isn't upset with you over this. he could never be. he knows that you have no ill intent towards neither him, nor kenji, but... selfishly, he wishes you would open your eyes, even if it's only by a little. kenji's infatuation with you is far from subtle; it shows in the way he smiles whenever you speak and gapes whenever you laugh. if he were to be honest, if kenji had done all of this from afar, kazuha would be less inclined to keep you away from him at all costs. kenji is too close for comfort, and it's grating on kazuha's every nerve.

fed up with the lack of privacy, kazuha attempts to remove you from the situation. he taps two fingers on your side three times — taptaptap — a code the two of you created for when you want to make a quick escape.

you don't respond. perhaps you didn't feel it? kazuha tries again, but this time, you tap your index and middle finger on him twice — the code for not right now.

that ugly feeling rears its head. kazuha crams it back in whatever hole it came from.

maybe he felt wrong. again, he taps you three times, and again, you tap him twice. you're serious.

kazuha can't contain that feeling fast enough. he rubs your arm gently and eases you out of the way for him to get off of the barrel. when you look at him, confused, he takes your hand and gives you his most disarming smile. "i won't be far," he says. "you know where to find me, right, dove?"

your worried frown is almost reassuring. does this mean you've picked up on his discomfort? will you end the conversation and come with him? the answer is no — you nod slowly instead. "i'll finish up here and come find you when i'm done, okay?" you rub a circle into the back of kazuha's hand.

not the answer he wanted, but he'll take what he can get. kazuha presses a kiss to your knuckles. "i'll be waiting for you." he murmurs into your skin. you watch the gesture closely, as if you're trying to get a read on how he's feeling. it's obvious that you can't, though. before kazuha walks off, he spares kenji a glance only to find the recruit already looking at him. now, either kazuha is losing his mind, or kenji is smirking at him. for his sanity, it's best that he assumes the former. kazuha takes his leave and heads to the crow's nest, where he awaits your arrival.

the afternoon comes and goes, and kazuha understands that you're not coming and that once again, he's lost you to kenji.

it's become much too difficult for kazuha to not feel that feeling, which is why he traps you in his arms the following morning.

he wakes before you today — typically, this would be considered a rare occurrence, but thanks to a certain someone, he's been rising before the sun. kazuha takes the time just before and during dawn to really admire you. perhaps he took your presence for granted; it wasn't until after you'd been swept away that he realized just how little he'd been appreciating you lately.

(of course you would beg to differ; kazuha spends so much time admiring you that you think your heart is going to fail by an early age. though he doesn't know that.)

this morning, kazuha has his arms wrapped around your middle and his face buried in your chest. he shimmies back so he can get a better look at you. in the dim light of the morning, with the moon saying its last goodbye until the evening, kazuha raises his bandaged hand and traces your features with a feather-light touch. he brushes his thumb over your brow bone and traces your cupid's bow. you look so at peace right now; kazuha silently wishes to see you smile.

he runs his finger across the slope of your nose and smoothes a finger across your eyelids. you scrunch your nose and raise a hand to push him away at that, and kazuha presses his lips together to stop a chuckle. he must be bothering you, no? feeling mischievous, he pinches your nose briefly and sure enough, you quickly swat him away with a sharp inhale.

"can't you wake me up like a normal person..?" you groan, dropping a hand over your face.

kazuha puffs a soft laugh. "did i wake you?" he asks cheekily.

you crack your eyes open to give him a heavily lidded glare. "no." you bite sarcastically. "i'm still asleep."

"then you're dreaming. you should wake up, my love."

you sigh and mush your hand on kazuha's face, ignoring his laughter. "i can't stand you." you mutter. you move your hand to look him in the eyes properly. "good morning, kazuha. you ass."

kazuha takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each one of your fingertips. he revels in the way you sigh, tired yet smitten. the beginnings of a smile curl your lips, and kazuha thinks that this is what love feels like. "good morning, dove." he murmurs. "it's a new day. may the sun shine warmly upon you today."

you look as though you're blushing, though kazuha isn't sure. like always, he rests a hand on your face to feel the growing warmth. you don't push him away; instead, you close your eyes again with a sleepy hum. "the sun's not up yet," you mutter, "but good morning to you too, 'zuha."

kazuha inhales sharply at the usage of the nickname. he leans in close, and you half open your eyes. "dove," he breathes, hoping you understand. you do, and you meet him halfway. he kisses you for the first time in what feels like forever, tender and warm. it's so easy for him to unwind in your presence, when you touch him like this. he sighs into the kiss but you pull away, much to his disappointment.

"why are you awake so early this morning?" you ask. you comb your fingers through kazuha's hair and it's his turn to close his eyes, a shiver running through him. "did you have a bad dream?"

honestly, a bad dream would be far better than reality. for some reason, your words make him realize once again that you're going to be taken from him soon now that the sun is nearly up. bad dreams are temporary — impermanent visions of one's greatest fears. his greatest fear is losing you. and slowly, thanks to kenji, that very fear is being realized. he wishes the past few weeks were just a bad dream.

with you here, in his arms like this, it feels like that's all it was. kazuha sighs softly. "something like that," he mumbles.

you coo something incomprehensible and pull kazuha in properly, leaving no space between the two of you. you feel like home; his body melts into yours like he belongs there. "i missed you," he dares to whisper into your skin.

"i'm right here, kazuha," you say. "i always will be."

kazuha knows he should believe you, but you could be gone at any moment now. he pulls back to leave a gentle kiss on your lips again. you smile this time, still sleepy, but just as bright as the morning sun. "good morning again, 'zuha." you kiss him one more time for good measure. he doesn't let you get very far, capturing your lips once more.

hours pass by and you're still here. neither of you have made a move to get up despite the sounds of other sailors starting to move about the ship. kazuha lies wrapped in your embrace, his heart fluttering every time you press a fleeting kiss to his skin.

but all good things must come to an end. there's a knock on the door to your cabin, effectively waking the two of you up. you'd been starting to doze back off together before this. kazuha doesn't say a word and neither do you, hoping to get the person to leave, but after a drawn out silence, they knock again. and again. and again. clearly, this person won't give up. you cave in and groan. "who is it?" you call out.

the voice that comes from the other side makes kazuha freeze. "it's kenji! you said we would train together today, remember?"

kazuha looks at you. he can only hope he doesn't look as desperate as he feels. he silently begs you to remain silent or to turn him away, to just stay by his side for today. but you sit up quickly — too quickly. "shit, i did," you swear to yourself. you peel yourself out of kazuha's embrace and quickly start to get ready, leaving kazuha cold. "gimme a minute, i'll be out soon!" you call out again.

kazuha sits up slowly, his eyes downcast. "are you... going to train him again?" the question is out before he can stop himself. he's barely got that feeling in check, his control hanging on by a thread. the first tender moment you've shared in weeks — ruined. he can't take this anymore.

you look over at him, but you don't stop getting ready. kazuha's stomach twists. "yeah," you say as you pull your shirt on. "why?"

"this may be presumptuous of me, but could you... stay in just for today, dove?" archons, he must look so pathetic right now.

"i really want to, but i already stayed in longer than i should have." you fix your clothing in the mirror nearby.

kazuha winces, but you miss it. you're right. he may feel a certain way about the person you're around, but at the end of the day, you have a duty to fulfill, and he shouldn't keep you from that. he feels like a liability to you.

you finish getting ready and sit on the edge of the bed. you cup his cheek and make him face you. there's concern and apology written all over your face. "i'll make it up to you soon, okay?" you promise. it's not an empty promise — it's the first time you're saying this to him. perhaps he should believe you. you've never given him reason to doubt you before.

kazuha nods. "i'll hold you to that, songbird." he won't. "go on; i'm sure he's waiting for you."

you surprise him by kissing him quick and rushing a goodbye. in the blink of an eye, you're gone, leaving him by his lonesome.

it's not until you're gone that kazuha realizes that he doesn't know when 'soon' will be.

it was only a matter of time before kazuha lost control of that feeling.

soon never came. for the rest of that day, you were by kenji's side. you returned to the ship sporting a few cuts and bruises, courtesy of your student. he was much more injured than you were, but he was all smiles — you both were. some real bonding must have occurred while you two were at each other's throats because you were inseparable from that point forward. before kazuha went to bed that night, he noticed kenji looking at you with so much fondness that it made him want to bury his head in the sand. that was the last straw; seeing an outsider look at you the same way a lover would — the way kazuha does.

a few days go by before kazuha reaches his breaking point.

he's alone this afternoon. he decided to take to the streets of liyue harbor hoping the hustle and bustle would jumble his thoughts enough so that he could stop thinking. if you were here, you would steer him away from so much activity since you know how much he detests high-energy environments. instead, you're... elsewhere. he actually has no idea where you are. he pretends that that doesn't bother him. he pushes it away; out of sight, out of mind, right..?

he eventually comes to a stop at the docks and takes a seat. it turns out that he couldn't handle all of the excitement. it's quieter here. it allows him to make sense of his thoughts.

as he looks out at the water, he figures that perhaps it's time for him to face the truth.

he's... jealous.

kazuha cringes inwardly. to give that feeling a name feels... disgusting. he feels foolish. how idiotic of him to feel jealous of someone like kenji, of all people. kazuha has known you for so long, and has been by your side for longer. you would actually probably laugh at him if you knew he felt this way — it seems impossible for someone like kazuha to feel like this.

but at this point, who could blame him? how else is he supposed to feel when his heart is being kept away from him? when it feels like his heart doesn't want to return to him? what about kenji has you running back to him all the time? kazuha refuses to question his worth to you — you wouldn't return to your cabin every night if he meant nothing to you — but the fact that you're gone before he wakes makes him wonder if he's at fault. was he boring you? was he too clingy? what did he do?

as he's mulling over ways to try and confront you on the whole ordeal, he hears footsteps approaching. he doesn't dare turn around. he knows exactly who's coming.

"kenji," he greets the newcomer without looking up. "how nice of you to join me. to whom do i owe this pleasure?"

"oh, no one! i just thought you seemed kinda bummed out, so i thought i'd come by." kenji sounds upbeat and, if kazuha strains his ears, seems to be using a dialect used by inazumans in the countryside. is he trying to make kazuha feel comfortable?

"do i, now?" kazuha works his jaw a few times in an attempt to reel back the attitude. he can't go around giving people the wrong impression of him, can he? (even if that person is kenji.) "i appreciate the gesture. but i'm afraid it's unnecessary."

kenji makes a noise of confusion. kazuha still refuses to look at him. "why so? i could've sworn you were upset. you look down whenever your friend isn't around."

his... what? "pardon?"

kenji says your name. "usually you're around them, but lately you guys haven't been together, and i thought you looked pretty down about it. was i wrong?"

kazuha's not sure if he should laugh. surely kenji doesn't think you two were just friends. that can't be right, can it? he decides to drag this out. "not completely," he half-laughs. "there's more to it than that."

"oh, so you like them too?" kenji's quick to sit by kazuha's side, a strange excitement lacing his tone.

too?

"they're amazing, aren't they?" kenji continues. he launches into some kind of infatuated rant about you and your skills, your sense of humor, and things of the like. and the longer it goes on, the more incredulous kazuha's stare grows. who exactly did kenji think he was talking to right now? did he honestly think that you two were just friends and nothing more?

kenji's next words are the nail in the coffin. "if i'm being honest, i'm thinking of making a move..."

kazuha puts a hand up, cutting kenji off. he can't fucking believe this. he needs to see you. now. "as flattered as i am that you thought to cheer me up, i believe i should take my leave now." he says, fighting the urge to clench his teeth.

"oh! so, you're not upset?"

"it's hard to say." kazuha stands and wishes kenji well before allow his feet to carry him to the ship. he lets the wind tell him of your whereabouts — it feels nice to do that after so long.

luckily for him, you're in your shared cabin. you're sitting on the bed, reading something. you jump at kazuha's sudden entrance, but smile when you see him. "hey, welcome back!" you scoot to the side, making room for him on the bed. kazuha takes his spot beside you. "what's going on?"

kazuha has no idea what to think anymore. this whole time, he was jealous of a man who couldn't tell when two people were in a relationship. he spent weeks questioning his worth and putting himself down for this? this... this was a waste of his time! he's been surrounded by two people who just couldn't read a situation this entire time; you, who couldn't tell just how much kazuha was agonizing over this, and kenji, who needed a total reality check.

you pull him out of his thoughts with a light touch to his hand. "kazuha? is everything okay?"

"were you aware of kenji's feelings for you?" he asks. straight to the point. no cutting corners.

you blink. so no then. "his what?"

"it's been painfully evident for weeks that your student has been harboring strong one-sided feelings for you, dove." kazuha's patience is wearing thin.

"i've been knocking him around for weeks, why the hell would he like me?" you shudder, seemingly uncomfortable with the thought. that's reassuring, at least. "plus, couldn't he tell that i'm not available?"

"i can answer that for you." kazuha shakes his head. "he had no idea. he approached me and informed me that he thought of, and i quote, 'making a move'." he chuckles when you reel back in shock.

"i should probably let him know—" you start to get up, presumably to find kenji and inform him of the truth, but kazuha grabs your wrist, stopping you. "hm?"

"may i suggest something else?" he asks. when you nod, he cups your face in one hand and leans in to press a short kiss to your lips. kazuha kisses you again, even slower this time.

when you part, you whisper, "i don't see how this is gonna fix anything."

kazuha grins almost wolfishly. "do you trust me, dove?"

you nod.

"then follow my lead." kazuha captures your lips sweetly, savoring every second it drags on.

it's been quite some time since he's kissed you like this — slowly and without haste. he uses this as a chance to make up for the time you've lost thanks to this whole ordeal. he licks at the seam of your lips and you let him in, tilting your head to deepen the kiss some more.

kazuha's head starts to spin. he's intoxicated by you already — usually, he's able to contain himself for longer. drunk on the taste of you, kazuha inches forward and you lean back, taking the hint and breaking the kiss to lie down. he hovers over you and snakes his hand up your arm, taking your wrist in his bandaged fingers. the two of you stare at each other, exchanging silent words of adoration before your lips meet again, a bit more feverish this time.

there's untapped passion pouring out of kazuha as he licks into your mouth. he drinks in every sigh, swallows every content noise you make and thrives off of them, using your pleasure as fuel. this is what he wanted — what he needed — and it seems like you agree. he breaks away from your lips and trails heated kisses down to your neck, where he lets the frustration of the past few weeks go.

mark after mark appears on your neck, a palette of purples and reds decorating your skin. they bloom under kazuha's lips like flowers of desire, and he feels dizzy. it doesn't help that you're whining whenever he nips at your skin, nor does it help that you have your fingers tangled in his hair.

"kazuha, this is—" your breath hitches. "you're biting kinda hard..."

oops.

that's all kazuha needs to push off of you, but not before leaving a mark just underneath your jaw, dark and obvious, where it'd be impossible to hide. he gazes down at you in all your flushed glory. you're breathing a little heavy, as is he, and your eyes are hooded. you're a mess beneath him. you're stunning.

unfortunately, he knows he should stop. kazuha leans down and kisses you as an apology. "forgive me, songbird," he murmurs against your lips. "you sounded so pretty for me."

you slap at his shoulder, making him chuckle. he sits up and after a couple seconds, so do you. you run your fingers gingerly over the marks kazuha left on you. "so is this how you're letting kenji know what's going on?" you ask, your voice breathy.

kazuha's brows twitch at the name. he almost forgot why he was doing this. "yes." he watches as you walk over to the mirror to inspect them. "i take it you like what you see?"

you glare at him through the mirror. "he's not the only one who's gonna get the message," you grumble. "you left them in the most obvious places!"

"and yet you can't stop touching them. you like them, don't you?"

you throw a brush at him, which he easily catches. "i can't stand you. why don't you admit that you were jealous, then?"

that word. that feeling that he so desperately tried to avoid naming. there's no use hiding from it anymore, is there? kazuha nods. "i was, actually. he took up so much of your time, i..." he feels a sudden tug of guilt again. "i've battled with myself for weeks over it."

you return to your spot beside him. "weeks..? kazuha, i—"

"i thought that i'd done something to repel you." he confesses. "and i didn't want to keep you stuck by my side when you didn't want to be. but truthfully, i... i missed you, petal. very much." he raises a hand to brush over the fresh marks. you shiver in the wake of his touch. "which is why i got so carried away."

to his surprise, you throw your arms around him and bury your face in his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you in kind, holding you as close as he can. "i'm sorry." your words are muffled by his clothes. "i should've managed my time better. and i should've noticed his behavior a lot sooner."

kazuha sighs and melts into your arms just a little more. "that matters not anymore." he mumbles. "what matters now is that you're here, and you're aware. and," he pulls back to look at you again, "when he sees you again, he knows about us."

"you want him to know i'm yours, don't you?" you ask. you sound sassy, but your expression tells a different story. you look sheepish, if anything.

for some reason, your words make kazuha feel the same way. that's the heart of the issue, isn't it? he wants not just kenji, but everyone else who may see you to know that you're completely off-limits. not even he knew he was capable of feeling so possessive.

you don't seem bothered by it, however. you seem... satisfied. you smile. "i'm yours, kazuha," you affirm. "from now until forever."

he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. forever may sound like a long time, but it's enough to send his heart aflutter. he's never going to lose you to anyone else.

(when the two of you leave your cabin, you run into kenji. kazuha takes great pride in watching the recruit's eyes blow wide when he catches sight of the marks on your skin. and to the surprise of no one, he suddenly improves in his combat skills. so much so, in fact, that he doesn't need any more one-on-one training.)

✦ i am so SO sorry for all this. the ending is messy, i know.. kinda outta order, but hey, it's done! i'm proud of the rest of it, okay?

[yutahoes]

Mark

disclaimer : This isn’t about Mark Lee. 😂

genre : fluff, suggestive, leaning towards smut

word count : 2.1k words

summary : Love should always be in equilibrium but Yuta would always break that state. It’s now your turn to balance your relationship. 

characters : soccer jock! boyfriend! Yuta x science major! girlfriend! Reader

taglist : @ailoveyuta​ @aiforyuu​ @yutazen01​ @cosmiclatte28​ @2-3-t-i​ 

 a/n : This is supposed to be a smut fic but two days of me getting sick had changed the storyline. 😂 This can be the second part of Help, if you wanted to call it that. 

"Love," Yuta whined that made you roll your eyes. You didn't bother looking at him as you were still engrossed with mixing the liquids you needed for your little experiment. "Pay attention to me."

"I'm busy." You said immediately, watching as to how the liquid turned into green smoke that made you groan. "You have practice today, right?"

He shook his head with a pout, sitting on the stool in front of you. "What are you doing?"

"It's for my professor's gender reveal." You claimed as you put another liquid on the beaker. "I have to make blue and pink smoke."

He giggled. "There's something like that? And why are you in charge of making it?"

You shrugged then focused on chemical formulas scribbled on your paper, checking what you did wrong that the smoke turned green. You adjusted your eyeglass to properly see the small letters then bit your pencil as you fix your loose ponytail. You heard Yuta clear his throat that made you look curiously at him. "Are you sick?" You asked when you removed the pencil from your mouth, circling the chemical formula that seemed wrong. "You look red."

He smiled then shook his head. "Babe?" You hummed as an answer, adding solvent to the beaker. "Can you make babies in the lab?" You stopped what you were doing and stared at him.

"Like test tube babies?" You asked and he smirked. "It's possible but that takes time. Besides, it's not like they're really formed in the test tube. They're…"

But he stood up to walk where you are, cupping your cheeks then gave you a quick kiss on your lips. "God, you are so adorable." His lips were on you again, sucking on your bottom lip that made you release a throaty sound. He let go of the kiss immediately that made you pout. You wanted more. "I think I'll just go to practice today." He said with a smile then kissed your forehead. "Message me if you're going home."

Before you can say anything, he left the laboratory carrying his bag and jacket. And you thought you're going home together. What exactly happened to Yuta?

-- It's been weeks. The gender party is already done and you have some week off from your exams yet you never had any time with Yuta. It's either he's busy with soccer practice or his other after club activities. Whenever you would meet for lunch, he would just give you a kiss on your forehead and return to his teammates. Even your friends would often ask if you broke up with Yuta.

Then it hit you like a brick on the head when you had Physics class. The concept of equilibrium. Relationships should be balanced, it should be in an equilibrium state. If one exerts more force than the other, the equilibrium will break. If one person exerts more effort than the other, the relationship will break. And you don't want that. You want to maintain the equilibrium. You need to exert effort in this relationship, the same as Yuta.

You were naturally shy and a little slow in the uptake but you weren't that innocent as he thought. You know things, you're a science major, you're just too shy. A trait that made you so annoyed. But you knew you had to do this. You have to shed this innocent girl drama and show your boyfriend how much you want him.

Your hands were shaking as you put on the pink blouse you picked for tonight then smoothed out the white tennis skirt you wore. You're going to do this. Not just for Yuta but for yourself. You need to do this.

You were shaking in nervousness while standing outside the door of his apartment, debating if you want to continue this or not. God, this is embarrassing. "Y/N?" Yuta called that startled you. He's not home? "What are you doing here?"

"I visited a friend in the area so I dropped by to see you." He took his keys and opened the door, letting you inside. "Did you come from practice?" He nodded, placing his keys on the table. He told you to sit down, even asking if you wanted some water then disappeared to the kitchen.

You've been here a couple of times already but today is extremely nerve-wracking. "I was about to pass by your dorm. I'm glad I went home first." He said while putting the glass of water on the table in front of you.

"My dorm?" You asked and he nodded, sitting next to you. "I should've messaged you. I'm sorry for intruding." But he chuckled then shook his head, claiming that he missed you. "Were you avoiding me?"

"Yes." He answered that surprised you, making you wide-eyed. He leaned closer, his arms on the headrest of the sofa caging you in. "I am avoiding you." Heck, you might break up first before getting a taste of Yuta.

Your gaze fell down to stare at your twiddling thumbs, throat parched at the sudden confession. This isn't the scenario you had in mind when you were imagining what will happen today. "Oh." You managed to say, careful not to choke on your words. You kept on telling yourself to don't cry. "So you really don't want me anymore." You don't even know where that came from. It just feels logical. The equilibrium is indeed breaking.

"What?" He asked while chuckling, sliding close to you. "It's the opposite actually." You stared at him, your face centimeters apart. His lips were hovering above yours as he muttered the words, "I want you so fucking bad."

His soft lips touched yours, his lingering smell hitting your senses. Your heart pounding as the blood rose to your cheeks. His kisses were gentle, a simple reminder that he indeed wants you. Yuta licked your bottom lips before pulling out to let you breathe. "Your friend…" He whispered, still not moving from his position that you can feel his hot breath against your swollen lips. "Is it a guy or a girl?"

You stared at him in surprise that made him laugh. His lips found your jaw as your hands held on his shoulder. "You're so pretty dressed up like this. If it's a girl, it's fine." He said in between butterfly kisses. "If it's a guy, then I might do something we might both regret."

His hand caressed your thigh, the other held your waist lightly pushing you to the couch. You wanted him. You crave for him. The equilibrium finally tipping on one side, balancing the other. "A guy." You whispered that made him smirk.

The gentle hands turned rough in a snap. He reached the hem of your underwear, humming as he licked the side of your jaw. "You should stop me, love." He warned then sucked on a skin that will surely show tomorrow.

You moaned against his ear. Why should you stop when the pleasure is so great? "I want you." His eyes turned dark then roughly kissed your lips, taking you to another level of pleasure. His hand that was resting on your waist, went north to cup your breast and you moaned. He took it as a sign to slip his tongue in your mouth.

The pounding of your heart doesn't stop as you felt his lips on sensitive parts of your skin. You wanted this. His touch was so gentle, taking his time to explore your body with his hands, with his lips. "God, you're so hot."

"Blood is rushing to my system, that's why my body is feeling warm." He chuckled while opening the buttons of your blouse. The cool air hit you immediately which was later on replaced by the warmth of his lips. He placed a soft kiss between your breasts, leaving a small mark that made you heave. Yuta licked his lip, staring at you. "Yuta, stop. It's embarrassing."

You tried to cover your face with your hand but he just chuckled, trying to pry your hands away. "You're blushing. So adorable." He sat up then started buttoning your blouse that made you surprised. "I appreciate you doing this for me, love, but you don't have to push yourself too far." He gave a quick peck on your lips. "We'll do it at the right time, with candles and flower petals."

You rolled your eyes. That's too cliché. "For now, just let me have these indecent thoughts about you." You only smiled. Yuta had always given you so much in this relationship. "I love you, Y/N." he whispered, which made you repeat the same three words. "Let's just wait until our wedding night. I promise to make everything special."

"Our wedding night?" He nodded. "Are you sure we're getting married?"

"Is this a religion versus science thing?" You shook your head. It's just that, why is Yuta so sure about you and him getting married? "I wouldn't get married unless it's you." He chuckled. "The fate of the Nakamoto bloodline depends on you now." You had to laugh at that. Yuta and his words.

"Sorry that I had to avoid you. The smallest things you do turns me on. Fuck, I have to prevent seeing you in a lab coat. It might just kill me." You had to giggle at that. "But I'll wait. Until the day you'll become my Mrs. Nakamoto."

He gently kissed you once again, lips lingering on yours that made you yearn for more. "Can you just stay the night? I'll behave myself."

You giggled. "Good boy." You placed a kiss on his forehead noticing his cheeks turning red. He's blushing.

--

When Yuta woke up that morning, you're already gone and that made him annoyed. He should have walked you to your dorm that morning. Why does he have to stay late at night just to stare at your sleeping face? Another image he added to the things that turned him on.

"Did Y/N attend class today?" He asked your friend which he bumped into in the hallway. It's almost lunchtime but he never saw you even once that weirded him out.

Your friend chuckled at that even claiming that you obviously came from his place. "You're like a married couple already." She said while shaking her head that left Yuta confused. What is that?

"Yah Nakamoto!" One of his teammates shouted across the hall. "Your girlfriend is so cute. Are you marrying her?" What's with all these people and marriage? What exactly happened to you?

He smiled seeing you in the cafeteria eating lunch with your friends. So that's what the hype is about. The big letters spelled Nakamoto was written on the back of the shirt you’re wearing. You greeted him when he approached your table, sliding to the side to let him sit beside you. "You're wearing my jersey." 

"Well, I don't want to go to school wearing that pink blouse. It's too feminine." You explained that made him laugh. "So I borrowed one of your clothes. Sorry."

He shook his head, smiling widely. "It looks good on you. You should wear this often." You nodded as he ruffled your hair.

"God, you two. Get a room!"

"You just like his surname marked on you." 

You giggled. "I have to be used to it. The fate of the Nakamoto bloodline depends on me." Your friends stare at you in question and Yuta laughed wholeheartedly. "Do you have practice later?" You asked and he shook his head asking why. "Can you help me at the lab later?"

"Sure. What is it?"

Before your friend would tell the latest experiment you're doing, you leaned in to whisper something in Yuta's ear. "I need your help on how to make babies in the lab. You'll be a good boy and help me right?" He blushed immediately, face turning so red like a tomato that made your friends amused.

Yuta said goodbye to your friends, covering his mouth with the back of his hands as if he's on fire. You giggled when they turned to you, curious. "I told you Yuta blushes easily."

"We just need to find out what his allergies are to connect it to our observation."

You shook your head. There's only one thing Yuta is allergic to. You in a white lab coat.

[castielle-deanna]

Destiel fanfic masterlist

My Destiel fanfics in decreasing word count order:

Hold me tight or don't (Explicit, words: 37,677)

Tags: Canon Compliant up to 15x13 // First Kiss // Domesticity in the Men of Letters Bunker // Conversations in the Impala // falling!Castiel // New Relationship // First Time // Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent // Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love //Art Embedded //soundtrack

Summary: With Jack’s soul now back, the four inhabitants of the Bunker are working on establishing a new routine. Between hunts, God’s wrath hanging over their heads and Castiel’s dwindling grace, the angel is not particularly eager to mention his deal to the Winchesters. With everything that’s going on, allowing himself to be happy sounds impossible anyway, right? Wrong…

With art by the fantastic @lizleeships

“Why now?” The angel asked quietly, taking a small step back.

Dean's fingers tightened on the tie he'd been holding onto as if it was a lifeline. “You said we were real. I want to believe it.”

“Even if it ends in pain?”

“Cas, everything I do ends there, eventually. There is always a bigger, heavier, smellier shoe waiting to drop. Holding back in fear of it doesn't make it any smaller, lighter or... or... “

“Less odoriferous?” Cas offered.

“Is that even a real word?”

“It is, indeed.”

“Sometimes you sound like you eat dictionaries and Victorian novels for breakfast,” Dean shook his head, grinning.

My unintended (Explicit, words:10,202)

Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending // Post-Episode: s15e20 Carry On // FUCK CANON! // Saving Dean Winchester - Retconning the finale - The fangirl business // Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss // Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex // Slow and Romantic Sex // Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester

Summary: At first, Castiel is ready to honour his part of the deal with the Empty, but then Jack shows up with distressing news...

With art by the fantastic @jeanne-de-valois

Cas heaves Dean into a bridal carry, struggling under his weight, but still he shifts slightly when Sam moves closer to help. He knows he needs to stop keeping Sam away, because it’s not fair, and it’s not what Dean wants anyway, but Sam accepts it and simply hangs back with a nod before he speaks again.

“I also know it’s not my business, but… do you think you could talk to Dean once he’s up for it? I’m not blind, or stupid. You two have to stop only holding each other like that when one of you is hurt or dead.”

Love me right (Explicit, words: 2,436)

Tags: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester // Porn with Feelings // Dean Winchester Wears Panties // Light Bondage // Panty Kink // Wing Kink // Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester // Light Dom/sub // Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester // Light BDSM // Dean and Castiel watch porn then recreate it

Summary: Dean asks to be tied up - who's Cas to say no to that? Written for a prompt by @winchester-reload on Patreon: "Thee Pink Panties"

“I want you to tie me up,” Dean blurts out one morning, closer to being asleep than awake still. He has no idea if Cas is even in the bedroom with him - for once, the angel is not curled around Dean with his whole body, their limbs entwined to the point where they can’t tell where one of them ends and the other begins, cliché as it is.

There’s no reply, so Dean lifts his head and blinks the grogginess away to look around. Cas is in the room, sitting cross-legged on the green couch by the wall with an open book in his lap but he’s staring at Dean with eyes so comically wide Dean would think it humanly impossible if he wasn’t seeing it with his own eyes.

“For fun,” Dean adds in hopes that Cas catches his meaning. The angel looks slightly less taken aback at that, but he still appears confused and tilts his head as if a slightly different angle would help with unraveling the mystery of Dean's words. “During sex, Cas.”

Rewind the exit (Teen And Up Audiences, words: 2,408)

Tags: Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair // Fix-It // Grief/Mourning // Angst with a Happy Ending // Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love // Grieving Dean Winchester // Grieving Sam Winchester

Summary: "Rewinding the exit wound, I'm holding on to you 'Cause I need words like anyone, and I need love like everyone With those words I'm strong enough, and I need love like everyone." (Rewind the exit by Volbeat) Obligatory 15x18 fix-it.

The Bunker is haunted. It's haunted by two faint apparitions of humanity who mostly pass each other by in the corridors like ships in the night, silent and distant.

Dean prays. Every morning, every evening, and most waking hours between the two, he prays. He doesn't know if Cas can hear him, but the faith that he can is all Dean has, so it has to be enough.

It's not enough. Yet Dean clings to it, because if he doesn't have that, he doesn't have anything.

Bite me (Mature, words: 1,407)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence // Vampire Dean Winchester // Mild Blood!Kink (comes with the territory) // Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss

Summary: After Dean gets turned into a vampire during S06E05 - Live Free or Twi-hard, instead of going to Lisa's, he prays to Cas. Written for a prompt by winchester-reload on Patreon: "Vampire!Dean having a Cas snack"

“I can get you through this, and then we’ll burn any other bridges as we get to them,” Cas says earnestly.

“That’s not how the saying… you know what, never mind. I don’t want to get through this! I told you to kill me!” Dean pushes Cas away, but the angel holds onto both of his shoulders to stabilise him until Dean shakes him off in defiance. “Fucking stubborn angel, why can’t you just do as you’re told?”

“Because I’ve decided to disregard stupid orders!” Cas shoots back, and his previous stoicism is gone entirely. His eyes flare faintly with the light of his grace as he shrugs off his trenchcoat and goes to work on loosening his tie.

I wanna get you back again (Mature, words: 1,176)

Tags: Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair // Canon Divergence // Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss

Summary: Dean breaks into the Empty to save Cas. Written for a prompt by winchester-reload on Patreon: "Come on and lay it down/I've always been with you/Here and now/Give all that's within you/Be my Savior"

“Am I wrong in assuming that our friend who has the fashion sense of a flasher wasn’t the only one in love?” Balthazar smirked.

“Huh?”

Balthazar rolled his eyes. “Bit slow on the uptake, aren’t we? You know what, don’t answer that,” he shrugged, rolling right over Dean’s indignant splutter. “I’m talking about Castiel.”

“I know!”

“So which part of my question was confusing then?”

“Fuck you, Feather Boa, the Empty is trying to push me out and you want to chat?” Dean scoffed, trying to stomp his way past him.

“Your trenchcoated boyfriend is that way,” Balthazar said dryly, pointing to his left.

Forward is just the way ahead (General Audiences, words: 1,091)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor // Baby Jack Kline // Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent // Tattoo Artist Dean Winchester // Single Parent Castiel

Summary: Tattoo artist Dean falls for client. Written for a prompt by winchester-reload on Patreon: "Cas getting tattooed by Dean (or the other way around)"

“So,” Dean began, “It’s a simple black design, correct? Four rows of symbols?”

“Yes. It’s actually a warding-slash-protection spell in Enochian, the language of Biblical angels. There’s… well, there’s a story to it,” Cas chuckled.

“Is part of that story that you were named after an angel?”

Cas’ chuckle changed into full-blown laughter. “Yes. I have to say I wasn’t expecting you to know that. In fact, all my siblings have angel names, except for Luke, but only because they wouldn’t allow my parents to officially name him Lucifer…”

Waffles or kisses (Mature, words:1,026)

Tags: Domestic Fluff // Domestic Castiel/Dean Winchester // Established Castiel/Dean Winchester // Domesticity in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural)

Summary: Cas tries to make breakfast for Dean - it doesn't quite work out... Written for a prompt by winchester-reload on Patreon: "Great British Bake Off contestants with fewer clothes and lots of flour!" I have nefariously tweaked the prompt to allow me to play in the canon!verse.

“You look like one of the Great British Bake Off contestants, but with fewer clothes... and lots of flour, what the hell are you even doing?” Dean guffaws.

“Is that Dean?” A slightly tinny female voice comes from somewhere underneath the bowls, and it takes a moment for Dean to recognise it.

“Hi Jody!”

“Am I on speaker?”

“Yes,” Cas says, rolling his eyes. Dean finds that his behaviour is not unlike Miracle’s after the dog got caught chewing Sam’s 3rd pair of slippers to shreds, and the comparison draws another laugh out of him.

“Hi, Dean,” Jody says warmly. “Nice to hear your voice, though it would be even nicer if you were the one calling, rather than hijacking a conversation between Cas and I…”

Dean ducks his head as Jody’s “mom voice” tries to work its magic on him. “I’m not hijacking anything! Can someone explain why my kitchen and my… Cas are head-to-toe covered in flour?”

“I was trying to make waffles for breakfast,” Cas replies barely audibly, looking down, shoulders drooping.

With those words I'm strong enough (Mature, words: 703)

Tags: Dean Winchester Deserves to be Happy // Dean Winchester's Birthday // Established Castiel/Dean Winchester // Non-Explicit Sex // Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love // Dean Winchester Says "I Love You" // Pillow Talk // Dean Winchester Lives // fuck 15x20

Summary: It's Dean's birthday and Castiel doesn't waste a single second to wish him a happy one (Utter finale denial and slight sap below.)

“Where did you go, my love?” Cas asks, ruffling Dean’s hair, curling a longer-than-usual strand of it around his index finger.

“Thinking.”

“Uh-oh, that’s never a good thing,” Cas deadpans and Dean whacks his upper arm with very little force. “Ow.”

“Sarcastic asshole in one moment, drama queen the next,” Dean grumbles, and he fully intends to kiss it better, but before he could get around to it, he’s pushed onto his back and there’s a former angel of the Lord straddling him with a grin on his face.

Domestic (General Audiences, words: 462)

Tags: Domestic Fluff // Established Castiel/Dean Winchester // Fallen Angel Castiel // Suptober 2020

Summary: Middle-of-the-night Destiel chat. Just a lightning-quick ficlet as my first and possibly only entry to Suptober 2020. The prompt was 'domestic'

“Of all the human things, the constant need to urinate is the worst,” Castiel complained as he slid under the covers with a yawn.

“The worst?” Dean huffed in sleepy amusement. “Being shot is worse. Broken bones. A toothache…”

“They are worse, but they are temporary. Urinating is permanent. I will have to put up with it for the rest of my life.”