#'um? we're still in the middle of it?' lol

[everlastingserenitys]

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED...THIS ONE? ♡

summ. sabrina’s eiffel tower pose with a twist of course

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, caleb, rafayel

cw. threesomes, oral, p in v, jealousy (xavier ofc), very sensitive men, creampie, virgin!rafayel, dirty talk, competition (Caleb and Xavier lol), pet names

a/n. im feeling so sick sorry if this is a little sloppy haha, sorry for double sylus

SYLUS & ZAYNE ⋆˚࿔

“can we try this?”

“No.” sylus and zayne said in unison.

But of course, they gave in.

'cause the next thing you knew, you were bent over between the two men. zayne was behind you while sylus was in the front. the space between the men was suffocating, and you practically had your face nuzzled on sylus' boner while your ass was mere inches away from touching zaynes.

a shaky sigh escaped zayne's lips and sylus let out a chuckle, his fingers glide through your hair before he pulls your head up to look at him.

"seems like you're asking for more than just 'trying' this pose?" sylus teased. you shrug and sylus peers his gaze to zayne.

"what d'ya think zayne? should we give her more?"

"if that's what she wants..." zayne mumbled, snaking his frail fingers around your waist to pull you closer. a whine escaped your lips and you quickly nod.

"alright." sylus whispered, unbuckling the belt of his pants, while zayne did the exact same thing. zayne slipped down your pants in a swift movement and pressed his warm creamy head against your soaking cunt while sylus only shoved half his tip inside your mouth.

your fingers immediately make contact with sylus’ thighs, gripping them in a respectful manner as your lips perfectly wrap around his large length. sylus let out a menacing groan as he pulled your head back and forth, back and foortthh–

just as you were getting used to the pleasure of sylus' cock buried deep in your mouth. zayne's length pushes himself deeper inside your puffy folds. his pace quickened and you felt like you were going to cum any second now.

"'m mma um!" you try to warn, but sylus' cock was making it difficult for you to speak. you close your eyes shut as you felt both cocks ramming inside you in an unsynchronized pattern.

"what was that–ngh sweetie?"

"'m close." zayne whimpered, his fingers digging deep in your already bruised hips as he lets out one final thrust before he mistakenly came right inside you.

a loud moan escaped your lips when you felt zayne continuing to ram his cock inside you, even after he came. his creamy tip slicked his cum in and out of your tight cunt and before you knew it, you also came at the impact.

zayne pulled out breathlessly and sylus pulled out moments later. you pant heavily as you try to catch your breath from the crazy fucking sex you had.

just when you thought you we're done, sylus pressed his soaking tip against your lips, mind you, again, and a stupid smirk rested against his lips.

"im not done yet, finish me off?"

XAVIER & CALEB

when you showed the two of them the pose you wanted to try, of course Caleb agreed.

but now that Caleb agreed, that meant Xavier had no other choice but to also agree. as much as he didn't want to do it, he didnt want you and Caleb to be the only one to do that stupid pose.

but one little problem was the two of them fighting over who would get to go in the back.

it had been nearly ten minutes and none of them chose a side yet. you were still standing in the middle of both of them, waiting for them to choose a side.

"just take turns, dont make this difficult than it already is." you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Caleb nods and struts behind you. Xavier mumbles something incoherent under his breath and presses himself on your face. a chuckle was heard from behind you, and god, you could imagine the look on Calebs face.

a quiet scowl was heard from Xavier and he slid his fingers through your hair, "Caleb 's my turn now" Xavier asked in the nicest voice possible, but what did Caleb do?

"mm its barely been five minutes though? why not wait a bit longer?" Calebs voice was filled with mockery, which only made Xavier the slightest bit angrier, except he tried to not show it that much.

"buutt since I'm here now, and clearly my pipsqueak didnt just ask us to just try this pose, might as well make up for my time." Calebs sinister voice echoed through the room before his fingers slid under the waistband of your pants before pulling them down.

"so that's how you want to play, huh?" Xavier scoffed, his fingers resting against the waistband of his pants before also pulling them down. you look up and was met with Xaviers soaking boxers on display for you.

"uh-"

but you didn't even get a chance to finish your sentence before Xavier carefully shoved his length in your mouth. your eyes widened in shock and you swirl your tongue around his tip, while also pushing yourself back and forth.

"look at that..." Xavier mumbled, his bored sleepy eyes peered at Caleb who just let out a chuckle in response and lowered his fingers against your dripping cunt, slowly stretching out your folds before he slid a finger in, stroking you in a quick movement.

once he thought it was enough, Caleb slid his dripping fingers out of your cunt and aligned himself with you. his creamy tip made contact with your pussy and he slowly pushed himself inside you.

"mmh 's been a while since I had this" Caleb tilted his head back as he rammed himself into you, Xaviers gaze darkens and he quickens quicker in your mouth.

"mgh?!" a surprised moan slipped from your lips when you felt both cocks ram inside you like as if they were competing in a race to see which was better, and clearly you had no idea which to choose because both were making you feel too good.

"c'mon pipsqueak y-you like thisss?" Caleb asked.

and of course, out of instinct, you nodded.

which definitely caused a reaction from Xavier.

"oh you like that?" Xavier mocked, burying his cock deep in your throat, he was practically balls deep inside your mouth and you felt like both your lips were going to rip apart any second now.

"shit, close... 'm close!" Caleb whines, thrusting himself even deeper, despite the fact he felt like he was going to cum any second now. a desperate whine escaped your lips and you felt Xaviers grip tighten around your hair as he pushes your head back and forth even quicker, seeking for release before Caleb could.

and so the two men eventually reached climax, at the exact same time, no point in competing in that anyway.

SYLUS & RAFAYEL

"sy! raf! c'mere lets try this!"

well, sylus only knew about what you were attempting to try, which was to get rafayel to do something to you. so this was your little plan you and sylus thought of.

first, show the pose like it was some innocent little thing, then make rafayel a little stimulated and eventually he'll go wild and lose his virginity to you, tonight! easy right?

well, both sylus and rafayel examined the video and rafayel looked a little skeptical, but after sylus agreed, rafayel decided to eventually give in.

"I'll be in the fr–"

"no. you go to the back." sylus interrupted.

a shaky sigh left rafayel's lips and he hesitantly snaked behind you, lingering himself just mere inches away from your dolled up tiny skirt. all he had to do was just don't look, don't look, don't loo–

well, fuck.

'cause now his stupid bluey-red eyes lingered down your bare legs, his gaze lowering each second and before he could continue sylus let out a 'tsk' to awake him from his daze.

rafayel shook his head and looked back at sylus, quickly apologizing.

you got in position and bent yourself between the two men, your ass brushed against rafayels boner and he let out a gasp, "h-hey! watch it!" a hint of whimpering laced his voice and you just chuckle in response.

"relax raf, its part of the pose." you taunt but he just scoffed in response, now comes the fun part.

"raf, you can do more than just stare like that." sylus said.

"whaatt I wasn't even!" but rafayels fingers couldn't control themself, this was his first time anyway, and he has been wanting to do this with you for a while now, but why was he just so nervous?

he raised your skirt up your laced panties were on display for him, he licked his lips before slipping a finger under and pulling your panties down.

"you know what to do next?"

"I know. i'm not stupid."

and rafayel was definitely not stupid. he did the perfect prepping before he could put himself in you. and when that time came, he was a bit worried but after a bit of time he pressed his soaking tip against your cunt.

"like--ngh this?"

"mm, keep going. sweetie how're you feeling?"

"goo-ungh!"

rafayel pushed himself deeper in you, his cock was stretching you out inch by inch and you felt like you were going to rip apart any second now. instinctively, you arch your back further and spread your legs wider, giving more space for rafayel to pummel himself deeper in you.

"shiitt... 's suppose to feel this good?" rafayel murmured, ramming himself in you in a quicker movement, his tip reaching your cervix on every thrust and you felt pleasure spike through you every. single. time.

"if you go too quick, you're going to come quickly. why not savour the moment you have?"

"mm, t'good...cant." rafayel tilted his head back, his nails digging deep in your hips as he thrusted the last he thrust he could before spurs of white mixture sprawled out of him, coating your insides.

as he pulled away, you fell to your knees, feeling his cum drip down your pussy like a waterfall, you chuckle and look up at sylus who had a small smile plastered on his face before he looked at rafayel.

"how was that rafayel?"

"good...more would be soo nice right now" he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

tried to do diff dynamics LMAO

[madamechrissy]

I Wanna Be Yours

Pairing- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

Word count- 5.3k

Contents/summary -Cute, fluffy, sweet, some plot, college AU, SMUT lol, friends to lovers- Rating- Explicit- fingering, oral (fem receiving) explicit sex

This was a request for friends to lovers (where you fell first) Satoru is a dummy lol and not much plot, hope you all enjoy!! - Comments and reblogs always appreciated. 💖

Songs for this : Just Friends - Better - Love on the Brain

Satoru Gojo has been your best friend since middle school, he has his big, beefy arm around you now, grinning so pretty, as you both hide under his umbrella. It's raining so hard, pattering along it as you both walk to your dorm together.

"I miss you! You never hang out with me anymore!" He says with a pretty pout, his bright blue eyes wide, in that sad puppy look that always did you in, behind his dark blue shades.

"Well, you're always um... with your girlfriend." You say softly, and Satoru frowns then, his thin white brows together.

"So we can't still be friends?" He says, hurt in his voice, and you sigh, looking away. "I'm friends with Shoko, Mei, even Hime, why can't I be friends with you anymore! She's cool, you know."

"Um, because it's just different, I'm sorry, Satoru. I miss you too, though." He contemplates you then, stopping you in the middle of the road, where cars are driving by and the rain is pattering all over the ground around you.

"Look at me, please." He asks in that husky voice.

You tilt your chin up, looking at the tall, white haired best friend that you'd been in love with for so long. You suck in a breath then, as you realize how close you two are, so close your nipples are brushed against his chest, embarrassingly perked up from the cold air and from... Well, him, Satoru.

"Do you not like her?" He asks, and you shake your head. "It's not that serious, if my best friend thinks she's not a good person-"

"She seems great, Satoru. She's so pretty and sweet and you both look great together." You blink back tears, as he looks even more confused, lips parted as he touches your cheek.

"You're crying? Why what's wrong?" He asks, so fucking clueless, but it's not like you ever confessed to your goofy bestie. You swipe your tears, looking down.

"Not crying, it's the rain."

"We're under an-"

"It's the rain!" You choke on a sob then, and he brushes away a tear, you push his hand down. "You shouldn't do that. You have a girlfriend, Satoru."

"I don't understand, you avoid me all the time, you don't even hang out with the friend group. We all miss you!"

"It hurts too much."

His snowy lashes blink in confusion. "What hurts? I'm so confused, could you please just talk to me? Like we used to tell each other anything, remember that big crush you had on Geto?” He is trying to lighten the mood, smiling at you, and you take a shaky breath.

“I didn’t say I had a crush on Geto.”

“Sure ya did! You said your best friend, that’s either me or Geto silly! And I kept your secret and everything.” He says, and you laugh then, at the absurdity of it.

“Satoru, you're so dense.” You grumble now.

“Ya callin me fat I’m so skinny!?” He asks, his hand on his chest, gasping, as you roll your eyes.

“Oh my God. Let’s just get home.”

“No, we’re standing here until you talk to me again. You’re being a mean little brat, just like in sixth grade!” He yanks on one of your braids now, and earns your scowl, as you cross your arms, still getting pelted by rain, safe under the umbrella.

“You were mean then, always throwing paper balls at me, little shit!”

“Yeah and you would trip me!”

“And you would yank on my hair!”

“Because it’s cute, duh.” He yanks it again, sticking his tongue out, and you stick yours out right back, until he bursts into laughter, shaking his head and bending down as he doubles over.

“What’s so funny?” You demand, and he has to take several breaths, rubbing his eyes at how funny he thinks this is.

“You’re just so adorable when you’re mad.”

You scoff, stomping your foot, your boot splashing in the puddling water below you. “Am not!”

“Are too.”

“Whatever, I’m not going to be close like I was when you’re with a girl, there’s nothing else I’m going to say.”

“So you were never my friend at all.” You turn as you all walk again, and his lip is trembling, making your heart falter.

“I am always your friend, just I can’t be anymore. I’ll always be here if you need me, always care about you, but I can’t.”

“I just don’t understand, would you just-” Satoru grabs your wrist as you run to the awning in front of your dorm, and you can barely hear him as the weather gets insane, the rain pounding now. His big hand, his long fingers around your delicate wrist makes you heat up, exhaling, thighs shifting at how good it feels. “Just stay my friend, I love you, you know.”

Love means something different to Satoru than to you.

You don’t love Satoru Gojo like a ‘friend’ no you’re just in love with him.

“Satoru I am jealous, okay?”

He blinks in confusion. “But I’ll still spend time with you!”

“Not that, I’m jealous of her okay? She’s pretty and popular, and she has you as a boyfriend, you’re popular and handsome. You both work so well. Prom queen and Prom King. And what am I?” He frowns again, his brow furrowing as you try to turn away, and he yanks a braid, making you scowl, shoving at him. “Stop that.”

“You’re pretty, and you have friends, what is this? Why would you be jealous of a girl, you’re not like that, you don’t compare yourself. It’s one of my favorite things about you, that you’re just like one of the guys-”

“I’m not though. I am a girl, I do compare.”

“Why her?” Satoru asks softly, you sigh, eyes shut as you feel yourself falling more and more, hopeless.

“You should ask yourself why. I have to go, Satoru. Thanks for walking me home.”

“Please, just talk to me?” He asks, and you feel those tears return as you have to stay away, you can’t stand to watch the boy you’ve loved for so long so happy, and realize it’s because he sees you as ‘one of the guys’ his ‘bro’ it just hurts too much.

“I do love you, Satoru.” You say softly, looking at him as he’s choked up and emotional, fucking confused surely, and you walk into your dorm, hiding as your back rests on the door.

Shit, you really fucked that up, but you just can’t look at him, his beautiful smile as he’s holding her, as they kiss and she runs her hand through his silky white hair. You’ve had it bad since you met him, since he yanked on your pigtails and you two picked on each other, even then.

Now it’s so much worse.

You hop on Instagram, the first picture is her kissing Satoru’s cheek, and him cheesing and throwing a peace sign, with so many likes it’s unreal, Satoru was crazy popular on Insta, and so was his lovely girlfriend. You couldn’t even hate her because she was so nice, to you as well, she was cool, she was perfect for him, and he seemed so happy.

So you would never ruin it, but you can’t stomach it anymore. Now you get a message, from Suguru, asking you out, and you flush, typing back curiously, he was Satoru’s best friend, so you never would consider it. But then his next message makes you realize his intent, and you call him.

“Suguru! What you’re crazy!” He chuckles over the phone, as you lay on your bed in a huff.

“We all know you got it bad, why not see if he feels the same? Oh and I’ll put on a show too.” You snort at that, rolling over on your tummy, your ankles crossing as you hold the sleek black phone to your ear.

“What you’re gonna kiss me, Suguru? In front of him!”

“I sure will. You’ll love it so much, you’ll want me instead.”

“Pshh. But what if he doesn’t…”

Suguru sighs. “He’s so dense he doesn’t realize he actually has feelings, just trust me, worse comes to worse you get a free meal and a kiss from me.”

You laugh softly. “Oh, fine, I’m in!”

“Perfect, tomorrow night, we’ll head to the same restaurant they are going to, the details are already on IG. Dress sexy.” He purrs those words.

*****

“What… what are you two… Suguru… I…” Satoru is sputtering as you’re cozied up next to Suguru at the fancy sushi bar the next night, and you’re dressed in a sexy little black dress you got just for this. Satoru’s enamored as he takes you in, hair straight and silky, makeup decorating your cheeks, just a bit, and bright red lipstick. “And what are you wearing young lady!?”

“She looks hot.” Satoru’s girlfriend says, winking at you, and fuck she’s just SO NICE ugh. You smile back, standing then and waving at her.

“You look hot too!” You say, she laughs then, clinging to Satoru.

“She’s a grown up, silly. Hey Geto!”

“Hey there.” Geto waves at her too, putting an arm around you, watching Satoru’s face turn dark as he eyes his hand on your bare arm. “It’s good to see you all, but we did want some alone time. First date.”

Satoru’s pretty blue eyes narrow, his lips pursing. “A date!?”

“Yeah, Suguru asked me last night, I figured why not? You know, we’re not kids anymore.” Suguru’s hand goes to your waist, as he turns you to him, smiling, all handsome with his chocolate eyes and long silky hair pulled back. If you weren’t so in love with Satoru, you would crush on Suguru, but no you love this white haired idiot glaring at you both.

“She’s certainly not a kid anymore.” He whistles, eyes raking over your body, and you can feel Satoru’s anger, as his girlfriend giggles at you both.

“You all look so cute together! C’mon Satoru.” She yanks him then, away, and you and Suguru barely hold it together, you’re squealing.

“You think he really likes me!?”

“Course he does, look at our boy, all pouty.” Satoru is pouting over the menu, as his girlfriend is taking selfies next to him, in several poses.

“She’s so pretty…”

“You’re gorgeous, you know.” You melt at that, sighing and hugging Suguru tightly. “Oooh, this is even better, he’s so mad.” Suguru whispers, and you can’t stop your little smirk.

You all go about the evening, as Satoru’s eyes dart between you both, and soon Suguru’s phone is blinging, and he’s smirking as he leans back and reads them. “What is it!” You whisper.

“Oh he’s so mad at me. He’s furious. Lemme tell him to pay attention to his girlfriend. Ah- look.” You look over at Satoru, rolling his eyes and slouching back in his booth now, as his girlfriend pokes away on her phone, showing him various things. “All right, finale, love.”

“Finale?” You ask curiously, and Suguru grins, devious. “Oh shit, the kiss!”

“Hush, you’re bad at this. It’s a secret mission!” You giggle again, nodding.

“You probably just wanna kiss me.” You tease, and he brushes his hair back, winking as he leans in.

“Probably that and I wanna piss off Satoru. C’mon now, make it look real.” You sigh and nervously scooch forward, pressing your lips to Suguru’s. His lips are firm and warm, and his arms wrap around you, as you feel Satoru’s gaze burning a hole. You pull back, as he looks to his side. “Oh yeah.”

“Yeah? Let’s…” You yank him down again, kissing him fully, and Suguru is laughing against your lips, as your tongues awkwardly play together, and he’s grabbing your hip, pulling you closer.

Suddenly Satoru has walked past you all, and ‘accidentally’ has spilled a drink on your table. He grins, but he looks psychotic, his bright blue eyes so vivid they’re hard to look at. “Oops, sorry guys, just wanted to say bye! Did I interrupt?”

You grab a bunch of napkins, and Suguru is just laughing, as you rub your dress down, standing. “Shit, this is brand new!”

“Well you should be more careful. Plus, that’s not enough fabric to cover anything, gonna get a cold.” Satoru says, bending down and glaring at your exposed shoulders and chest. You glare back.

“I look pretty, thank you!”

“Yeah you do, you always do though. But…” He pauses then, blinking a bit, and then he just… walks away.

What a mess, you think, as Suguru is helping you clean your dress, and Satoru doesn’t even come back.

*****

You wake up that night to a knock on your door, you yawn, as it keeps getting louder and louder. “Oh god, hold on I’m coming.”

Satoru is there, and he’s so serious, you wipe your eyes, so bleary, as you stand there in your pajamas, his eyes rove over them, you’re in a little black crop and kitty shorts, barely covered. But Satoru had seen you like this plenty, you all had stayed nights at each other’s houses and everything, but something feels… different? His eyes rake over your body, and you tense up nervously, as you feel his energy radiating in your little dorm room.

"Toru, what is it? It's like what time?" You say softly, and he shuts the door behind him, pressing you too close, you take a step back.

Satoru says nothing, and you yawn, stretching and gesturing for him to come sit on your little gray couch.

"You always come here when you can't sleep. You need some cocoa, don't you?" You tease, heading to your kitchen and putting a pod of cocoa in your keurig you keep for Satoru. "Your girlfriend should have cocoa for you-"

Satoru is not saying a word, but now he's brushing your messy hair back off your neck, standing beside you in the kitchen, as the machine presses out the hot cocoa, you gasp, hands gripping the kitchen counter. You bite your lower lip, as he's bending low, his hands on either side of yours, hard body pressed against your back, and you can  feel the heat of his body, his breath tickling your neck.

"What are you up to, are you drunk?" You ask, your voice breathy as you take his cup, the pretty blue one you've kept here. Before Satoru's girlfriend you'd spent endless nights watching movies and talking, even falling asleep on the couch together. You always wondered if he'd make a move, do something... he never did.

Satoru's hand trails down a bare shoulder, and his touch makes you ache with longing, goosebumps running down your arm, a trail of them in his wake. You bite your lower lip, shifting your thighs, feeling such pressure between them, as your eyelashes flutter shut, it feels so good to have him touch you like this. It's almost as if you can picture...

"What'd you have, one fruity drink and you're all touchy? Stop that." You smack at his hand, turning and holding out the cocoa, and he sets it down on the counter, jaw clenched. "Satoru, what-"

His lips descend on yours before you can finish your sentence, kissing you for the first time, and you melt against him, melt in his arms, as you taste his sweet breath, as he cups your face with his big hands. You're whimpering softly, and he uses that opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, swirling against your own, and then you really taste him. And fuck he tastes good.

You're tiptoeing as he's pressing you against the counter, kissing you more and more passionately, finally pulling away and leaving you breathless, leaving you stupid. You exhale, shaky hands clinging to his dress shirt and looking up at him with wide eyes, as his own get lidded, snowy lashes low over his brilliant irises, studying you carefully.

This wasn't goofy, silly Gojo.

This wasn't Gojo who didn't ever shut up.

This wasn't your best 'buddy' Gojo right now.

You shake yourself out of your reverie, as he finally says a word for the first time since walking in here. "Fuck."

Eloquent.

You shove at him then, scowling, but you feel his hard body under your fingers. "What is this, some joke? You're dating, we can't kiss or do anything!"

"I broke up with her." You blink rapidly now in confusion, mouth ajar, as he sighs, running his hand through your hair. "When I saw you with Suguru, I hated it, so much. I hated seeing you kiss someone, and then I realized... that I have had feelings for you. It's why I have scared every guy off."

"You what now!?"

"None of them were good enough, I told myself, that I was just being a good friend for you. But Suguru... he is good enough for you, so why did it irk me? Why did it make me sick to my stomach?"

You feel tears well up as he speaks, as he's so serious, and not a dense little idiot. No, he's opening up, and he's saying words you dreamed of. Your lips tremble so badly you bite them, and he sighs, thumb releasing your lower lip from your teeth's grip gently.

"I hated seeing you with her. It made me so sick I couldn't hang out with you anymore." You say softly, and he sighs, pressing even closer, bending down low, looming over you, taking over you.

"That's what you meant yesterday, yeah? I'm stupid."

"You are."

"Hey!" You laugh then, even as he's swiping your tears gently away. "I always had a crush on you but I never wanted to ruin our friendship, fuck you're as close to me as Suguru. I can't imagine not sharing my day, not hearing about yours. I never wanted to fuck that up. And what if I do, if you are my girlfriend, what if I fuck up, make you mad, make you upset-"

"Satoru, stop. Look at me." He does then, as you finally get to cup his beautiful face in your hands, and he nuzzles one so sweetly, making you melt. "If you fuck something up we can fix it. If I fuck something up, we can fix it. Just like as friends sometimes you pissed me off, or I did, we didn't just give up. But are you sure you want to date, take this step?"

"I want to do a lot more than date." He whispers, running a hand down your tummy where it's bare, and your back arches when his hand dances to your hip. "I wanna touch you everywhere, kiss you everywhere, places I've dreamed of."

"Dreamed of me?" You whisper back, and he nods, kissing down your jaw, peppering it with little popping sounds from his lips, as your nipples harden in your tank, and his other hand slides down one of your breasts, brushing against it.

"Can you forgive me for being an idiot? Would you date me?" He asks then, and you can't stop your tears.

"Toru you're the biggest idiot, because I've been in love with you since I met you, since you threw a damn spitball at me, little shit." Now he has emotion in his eyes, gulping before he smiles so brightly.

"I had such good aim!"

"Shut up!" He laughs then, and he picks you up in his arms with such ease, making out with you again, as his cocoa goes cold, carrying you to your bedroom, shoving all your plushies to the floor. "Hey now, rule number one, plushies stay."

"You've had sex already!? I'm so angry." He says with a pout and you giggle, rolling your eyes.

"Well, was I supposed to wait for you to get the hint? It's been years."

"Yes!"

"And you waited?"

"Well no. But... fine then, I'll just have to make you forget anyone else." He says softly, fingers brushing your shorts to the side, feeling you so wet, and he moans at that, licking an already glossy lip as you gasp, clinging to him.

"And will I make you forget anyone? Including your pretty Insta baddie?" You tease softly, and he smirks then, sliding a thumb up to circle your clit, eyes never leaving your face, watching every expression. You can't stop the soft moan from leaving your mouth.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're so pretty like this." He says, and you're pulling his face down, kissing him as he does slide his fingers in, to the hilt, and you're crying out at how good it feels. He moans softly into your lips, biting your lower one. "You gonna make me forget huh?"

"Sure will- ah!" Satoru's pressing his fingers up now, on that little spot that has you seeing stars, and you’re dripping wetness down his fingers, down his hands, you hear it so squishy in your quiet room. He’s exhaling as he's sliding your top up, whistling when your tits bounce out.

"Holy fuck you're perfect." He whispers, bending down to suck a nipple into his hot eager mouth, and you're clinging to his snowy white hair. "Think I forgot any tits I've ever seen."

"Liar." You tease, reaching down his hard abdomen, eagerly unbuttoning his shirt. "We're gonna fuck on the first date? That's against my rules, Toru."

"You'll make an exception for me, won't ya pretty?" He bats his lashes as you slide the shirt off his shoulders, revealing the beautiful hard planes of his body, chiseled to perfection. You exhale, hands shaking as you touch him, slipping down the white hair under his belly button, your eyes locking with him. "Ah- ah, I'll eat you out first, I'm a gentleman you know."

"And I'm a lady, I'll suck you first." You tease back, as he grabs your wrist, turning you and slipping your shorts off, pressing you down against the bed, your thighs spread, ass up in the air, and he can see you, he can see you wide open. He sighs, bending low to bite on your ass cheek playfully. “Toru!”

“Your pussy is so pretty, I knew it would be.” He’s kissing your lips now, covered in your slick already, and you’re shaking, thighs barely able to hold yourself up as he parts your folds with his thumbs, opening you up and then burying his face against you, making you scream out.

“Oh my… fuck!” You’re a mess when he laps his tongue along your slit, god it feels better than anything you can imagine, and he’s moaning, popping a little kiss on the hood of your clit.

“You taste s’good, sweetheart, s’fucking good.” He murmurs, smacking your ass now, and you jump and twitch, head falling back, he leans up, pulling your hair and your head is tilted back to him, and he’s kissing you. “Taste yourself?”

You just nod, whining, and he smiles, letting you go, pressing your head down into your soft bed, pushing your hips up and spreading you even wider. “What’re you d-doing?”

“Need to see every fucking bit of you, best friend, been hiding perfect pussy, perfect body from me? Terrible friend.” He licks up your pussy again, from your clit to your little ass hole as you cling to the blankets, whining at how good it feels, then he’s fucking you with that long tongue, and you’re gushing out wetness, pussy pulsing around it.

“And you were… holding that tongue back? How dare you. Ah!” He’s chuckling, vibrating against you, but then he is devouring you, there’s no other word for it, he’s pressing your waist down with one hand as his other grabs your thigh, and he’s scooping out all that wetness with his stupidly talented tongue. You’re close so quick it’s fucking embarrassing.

No guy had eaten you out like this, you had a few guys do it, and of course it felt good, but Satoru was on some other level, so good you’re mad anyone else has gotten to feel this before you. So good you can’t imagine not having it again, can’t imagine anything could feel so fucking intense, as he brings you higher and higher, his moans just urging you on.

“M’close, Toru…” You whine, so nervous, so much pressure in your tummy, he pulls away for a moment, biting your inner thigh, nipping the skin between his sharp teeth.

“Cum for me, sweetheart, let me drink you please?” He whispers, and you can see his damn pout, his big puppy eyes even as your face is buried in the blanket. “Can you do it, be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes. Cumming!” You scream out now, and Satoru Gojo, your best friend, is drinking it up, as it rocks your entire body, leaving you weak. He’s leaned up now, shoving two fingers in, and you hiss at the stretch, crying out at how good it feels, especially when he’s yanking you up by your hair, on your knees. “Toru!”

“Mmm, forget anyone else already?” He whispers against your ear, and you nod weakly. “Gonna need you to say it, bestie.”

“F-forgot anyone ever. S’much better. You’re s’much better.” You’re mumbling as you speak, head leaning back against him, rocking on his fingers, and he chuckles against your ear, tickling it.

“Cumming again just from this?” His husky voice does more and more, as his cocky nature mixed with his talented fingers are wrecking you. “You’re so weak here, aren’t you?”

“Mnh, cocky little- shit!” You’re cumming all over his hand, shaking violently, and Satoru’s groaning, easing his fingers out, sliding them in your mouth now, shoving so deep you feel tears start to fall, gagging you as you suck them eagerly. He looks at you, desire making his eyes so dilated all you see is a ring of blue, his pouty lips parted.

“Oh fuck you’re so pretty like this, in tears.” Satoru whispers, and you’re trying to turn then, to kiss down his body, to suck him, but he’s got an arm around your waist and you’re hearing his belt buckle. “Can’t wait, need to feel ya around me, baby.”

“Lemme suck you, meanie.” You glare back at him, and he chuckles, white teeth glinting in the evening, in your dark room with just the hint of moonlight streaming in. Satoru shocks you then, flipping you over on your back, and you see his beautiful length, thick and long with a pink tip, weeping with pearly precum. You try to stroke him but he grabs your wrist, putting it over your head.

“I’ll bust quick if you touch it, I’m too excited.” He says then, glaring down at you, and you let out a breathy laugh, but it’s cut off when he lifts a thigh, and presses into your entrance. You gasp, clinging to him as he fills you so full, just the tip at first and Satoru is moaning over you, eyes locking on yours. “Oh my god…”

“Oh my god…” You whisper at the same time, then he pushes in further, every motion you make does not escape him, his eyes are all over you, and his own eyes flutter shut for a moment as he sinks in, further and further. Finally he’s so deep his tip is hitting your cervix, and you feel so intensely it’s as if you can’t breathe. “Satoru! Satoru… Satoru…”

“Fuck you feel s’good, sweetheart. S’fuckin… ah!” He’s crying out too when you tentatively roll your hips, then he’s gripping your hips tightly, thumbs pressing into your hip bones, shoving them down into the mattress. “Don’t do that!”

You laugh, breathless, reaching up and cupping his perfect face, the face you’ve loved so long. “Don’t move?”

“Don’t yet. Ah- ah- ah.” He’s stroking in and out of you now, groaning, his thickness stretching you, and you’re clinging to his back, nails digging in, and Satoru is whimpering, he’s fucking whimpering again, and it’s so sexy, it’s so hot. How into you he is, how he’s so vulnerable, as he rests his forehead on yours, exhaling. “You’re made for me.”

“Am I, Satoru?” You whisper, and he nods then, making you choke up. “When you say that… ah! It means… more than-”

“I want it… fuck… to mean more.” He answers, pumping inside, as you hear the squelching wetness of your slutty little cunt sucking him in, even though he’s stretching you so much you can’t take it. She wants him, you want him, as he’s rolling his hips, muscles flexing with every thrust. “This means so much. It does, it does.”

“It does for me too. It does, it does.” You are crying now, as he kisses your lips, swiping his thumbs across your cheeks, his lashes so long they tickle your own cheeks, his tongue moving in the same rhythm his cock is.

Now Satoru raises one of your thighs, looking at you carefully. “Can you take it harder baby? Can’t hold back.” You nod then he moans, and now he’s fucking harder, faster, slapping of skin so loud with every thrust that shakes your bed, and your head falls back as you start to build up again. He’s got a hand under your chin, pressing on your pulse points, moaning. “That’s it, lemme feel you pretty girl.”

At his urging, at him squeezing your throat, you’re cumming all over Satoru Gojo’s thick, veiny cock, and he’s moaning, his blue eyes so vivid, the pupils just pinpoints, as he kisses you everywhere he can reach. He slides your hand then, putting your fingertip on your clit, and you whine at the overstimulation, still weak from cumming so much.

“Play with it, please, let me feel you cum again.” He asks breathlessly, and you weakly rub your clit, soaking wet and twitching as Satoru pumps in and out of your cunt over and over, making you feel like you can’t focus on this realm anymore, you’re floating somewhere, heady and dazed. “You’re so beautiful, my god.”

“Love you, sorry, love you.” You can’t hold it in anymore, and he shakes his head, as he’s pumping more and more, and you feel him thickening, pulsing.

“I love you.” You cry then, even as you feel so much pleasure, so overwhelmed as he’s got your thighs pressed up, as he’s cupping your face. “I love you too. I love you, I love you.”

“Satoru… love you so much. Always.” You whisper back, eagerly kissing him as your hands clutch the blankets below you, and Satoru is emotional above you, his tears and sweat dripping down your face.

“Wanna cum in you. Please.” He begs then, and you nod, as he fucks you even harder, slamming his lips against yours, chasing his own release. “Oh my fucking… oh my god, you feel… oh my…”

Satoru’s pumping cum inside you so deep, and you’re crying out as it makes you cum, just his thick white ribbons streaming through your pussy, coating your walls that are fluttering around him. He exhales, as you’re a twitching mess under him, pumping his cum deeper as he caresses your face, grinning at you, a sweaty, sexy mess above you now.

“I love your pussy oh my god.” He says, and you giggle, struggling to come to as you realize with a blush that his cum is dripping down you.

“I love everything about you, Satoru, I always have.” He kisses you over and over, your face, your cheeks, your lips.

“I was so stupid, I’ll make it all up to you.” He’s leaning up on his elbows, shoving two fingers in your pussy again, and you cry out, back arching, for him to suck on your nipples, moaning.

“Satoru, it’s too much…”

“I have so much making up to do. Aw, are you cryin again? Fuck you’re pretty doing that.” He smirks down at your tear streaked face, then you wonder just what you’ve gotten yourself into with Satoru Gojo.

Gojo Drabbles/ one shots - Masterlist

[endearng]

hourglass

summary: spencer is eager to go home. to go home to you. wc: 1.4k warnings: none! maybe spencer is a bit ooc when it comes to his job but i don't care one single bit lol a/n: hi, darlings! it's my first time in a couple of years writing fanfiction, it's been so long! this blurb is based on the song 'hourglass' by the catfish and the bottlemen. english is not my first language, but here's a little fluffy piece. hope you enjoy it! Masterlist

spencer had left yet again for another case. it was fine, really, you had gotten used to it already since pretty much the day you met — in the middle of a conversation, he'd excuse himself to pick up a phone call and it was his boss telling him they had to leave immediately to work on another case. it made you immensely proud to think that he was out there saving lives, but utterly worried that he did that by putting himself in danger, often face to face with people whose minds were broken beyond repair.

still, that night felt a little different. the bed felt a little too big, the apartment a little too silent for your liking, even if you often joked about your relationship being kind of a competition of who was quieter between the two of you. he had used derek's phone to send you a message that his phone was not working properly and if there was anything you needed to tell him, you should call morgan and told you not to worry about him, that it was a fairly easy case and not so gruesome compared to many things he had seen and went through. as you laid in bed, you desperately wanted to have someone to hold, to have him to hold. to have him to hold you back.

it was okay, though. you wiped a single tear that you had shed and assured yourself that he would come back at any time, safe and sound, to be a little more with you.

little did you know, a few states over, spencer felt exactly the same way. tossing and turning in bed with dreams of you. waking up next to you, running his fingers through your skin... details of your relationship such as how you cared for him by getting up a little earlier than him every now and then to make him coffee just the way he liked it; the loving post-it notes you placed inside of his coat pockets to remind him of how much you love him through book quotes; the comfort of getting home and being greeted by the smell of your cooking and the sound of your voice singing along to whatever you were listening to; cleaning the kitchen while you talked about your day and how you decided to cook or order whatever you did.

your morning kisses, your afternoon kisses, your evening kisses, your midnight kisses, your horny kisses, your desperate kisses.

you. you. you. you.

he had brought a few files to sort through as an attempt to solve the case faster so that he could go home, run home to you. but he couldn't focus on that for much longer because his mind was flooded and foggy with thoughts of you. he became impatient with himself, for not having control over how much he missed you that night. he felt so out of place because he couldn't reach you and he was overthinking the hushed text about contacting morgan. what a major fuck up.

stepping out of the hotel room, he saw the aforementioned man. "there you are, pretty boy." he greeted, satisfaction seeping out of him, you could tell it even by the way he moved. "got news for you. hotch needs us at the precinct because they got a call. we're going over there." he explained. spencer sighed. "what happened? you seem off."

"nothing." he shook his head lightly. "um... actually... has she said anything?"

"i knew it. you're missing her, pretty boy." derek teased, the ever-present smirk on his face. spencer blushed. "texted a few hours ago to say she misses you and hopes everything is ok. i know you'd like to know that earlier, but i wasn't gonna go to your bedroom to kiss you goodnight." spencer rolled his eyes, but understood why morgan felt like it was unnecessary to reach out to him.

he wasn't the one feeling like a soldier's wife.

after interrogating the unsub, they were able to coax a confession out of him rather quickly. on the jet, after some light teasing from the team about how he was upset from being apart from his lover, spencer reached inside one of his pockets to search for a pen to take notes of the book he was reading, trying desperately to get his mind off of you, but he found one of those post-its instead. it read:

i will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.

that finally got him to get rid of the frown and replace it with a grin.

[...]

closing the door behind him and taking off his shoes, spencer inhaled deeply. with that, he was able to smell the faint scent of your perfume. maybe you had spent some time curled in his couch. maybe reading, maybe watching something on the tv. scratch that, it was your couch.

he wanted to make it up to you — he wanted to say sorry for the hurried and careless text. he felt like he needed it so much; he had left you out of his reach because of his poor choice of phone. getting another one was now another priority, sitting between others in a list. every single one of them left his mind as soon as he saw you on the bed you both shared for countless nights, being flooded with a feeling of extreme relief. relief that you were safe and still with him. you were asleep, mouth slightly open and little snores coming out of it every now and then. he couldn't help himself, so he planted a kiss on your forehead before going to the bathroom down the hall.

after showering in the said bathroom — you joked that you didn't know if you would be in a happy relationship if he showered in the en suite bathroom, he went over to you and climbed in the bed. pulling the covers above his chest, he scooted closer to you to finally feel you close to him, like you were supposed to be at all times. screw work, screw anything else. it felt like he needed comfort more than air.

"mmm. y'home, babe." he heard your sleepy voice as his front body touched yours and his arms circled your frame. then, he looked down to see your weary but happy eyes glancing up at him. he smiled sincerely. "i missed you so much. love you. i'm so happy you're back." you declared, nearly falling back into the dreamland, but not before clumsily wrapping your arms around him.

"i missed you too, baby. a lot. so much. y'don't even know much." he said, kissing the top of your head and inhaling the intoxicating smell of your shampoo. god, he had missed you so damn much. "i'm sorry i was out for a moment."

"'s okay, baby. you're here now. and i love you." with closed eyes, you kissed whatever you could reach: his chest.

"i love you much more. wanna make it up to you."

"you didn't do anything wrong, spence." you chuckled.

"i just wanna catch up on all the time i didn't get to spend together with you." he breathed out, already feeling the effects of his week tiring out his bones. "wanna see you every day." a beat of silence. "jus' move in with me already."

you chuckled once again, eyes still closed. "whatever you say, baby. i'll say yes. wanna share everything with you."

"i'd say i want it too, but everything i have is already yours. everything that i am. and i'm so happy that you're the one i'm doing this with. you're my favorite person."

it didn't go unnoticed by either of you that, even in your tired state because of the rough week you both had gone through, you still wanted to have a conversation with each other. well, if saying sweet nothings to each other counted as one.

for the record, it did. every moment was sacred.

maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was excitement, maybe it was happiness, but you couldn't come up with anything better to say. so, as the both of you drifted off, you shared one last smile with your favorite person in the whole world and your tired mind did the talking "for the record, you're my favorite, too." he grinned into your hair. "and i wanna carry all of your children and i wanna call 'em stupid shit."

he'd also say yes to whatever you'd propose.

[measuredingold]

my soul is useless without you

author's note: part two to i'd walk through hell for you is finally here ! i'm not sure if i want to do a third part, but we’ll see lol but i'm currently working on something for folio 👀 as always, i hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated ! also, if yall have any requests, send them my way :) i'm in the mood to write but inspiration is running thin lol

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

divider: @saradika-graphics

word count: 3.5k

cross posted on ao3 / part one

cw/tw: angst, hurt/comfort, Noah Sebastian Is Bad At Feelings But A Good Friend, reader is going through it, anxiety, hints/mentions of depression, noah is just a good guy and cares about reader a lot ( more than he realizes ), friends to lovers pining lol, 18+ minors do not interact

It's when Jolly asks Noah in-between takes if he'd heard from you recently that the anxiety finally settles in.

Because he doesn't know the last time he's heard from you. Which isn't normal.

He's a bad texter, notorious for looking at messages and making a note to reply to them later or replying in his mind, but he always makes sure to reply to you whenever the two of you aren't together. It's just always been a thing, to always have some form of communication with you when he wasn't over at yours or if you weren't at his, so it panics him when he can't remember the last time he'd spoken to you.

He goes through your messages and finds that it wasn't him this time who didn't respond, but instead it was you. Relief washes over him briefly, the guilt of forgetting to respond to his best friend vanishing, but then that anxiety comes back full force. 

You didn't respond.

You always responded.

He sends off a quick message to you, apologizing for being in studio mode and not leaving the house and asks if you're alright. He waits. They go through another take, he somehow doesn't fuck it up even though his mind isn't all the way there. You still haven't responded by the fifth take and that's when he starts to feel sick, stomach twisting with the worry of what could be wrong. 

He tries to think back to if you've ever gone this long without speaking and he can't think of a time when that has happened. 

"Earth to Noah." Jolly's voice pulls him away from his thoughts.

"Oh. Uh, sorry." 

"All good, man." His bandmate eyes him for a second before his eyes flicker towards his phone. "She respond?"

"Um. No." His brows furrowed as he stared at his phone, the black screen mocking him. "Kind of worried."

"Yeah... I am, too." Jolly murmurs. He clicks around on the screen a few times before twisting his chair around to fully face Noah, arms crossing over his chest. "You should go over there. Check and make sure she's alright."

Noah raises a brow at him. "We're in the middle of recording?"

"And?" Jolly shrugs, waving him off. "We got a lot done today, we can wrap it up. Something's obviously wrong and she might need you. That's more important than some song."

He blinks at his friend, letting his words settle in. Jolly's right, he thinks. You are more important than whatever song they're working on. That confirmation makes him feel funny, something tightening beneath his chest but he ignores it, nodding slowly. 

"Okay. You wanna come?"

Jolly shakes his head. "Nah. The both of us might be overwhelming. If you do need me then call, if not..." He shrugs again before lifting himself up out of his chair, groaning softly to himself, "...might be best for just you to go. She'd probably feel better if it's just you, anyways. You know how she is."

Noah isn't quite sure what he means, but nods along anyways. He checks his phone again and still no text, but he notices that you read the message. He should feel relieved at the sign of life but it only makes his anxiety worse, stomach twisting violently. 

"Okay. I'll text you when I get there." 

He's practically running out of the studio after that, the only thing on his mind was you. He needed to make sure you were okay. Deep down he knew that if this was him, you would've already been here, and he feels guilty all over again. He should've paid more attention, shouldn't have let this slip his mind so easily. He thinks back to your last messages together and how you were talking about your work day, overwhelmed and quite frankly, upset about it all. He should've paid closer attention.

He makes it to yours in record time, legs moving him to the door before he can even think about it. He sends up a quiet prayer to the universe that you had given him an extra key months ago and uses it to unlock the door, slowly pushing it open.

He calls out your name, but no answer.

His eyes sweep over your apartment as he enters, scanning the open space. Your kitchen looked untouched, minus the few dirty dishes that were in your sink. A few boxes of Chinese take-out and some bottles of water. He feels almost relieved. You'd been eating and as far as he can tell you'd been keeping yourself somewhat hydrated, so that was a plus. He knows how bad you can be when you get into this headspace - brain fog, forgetting to do basic things like eating and drinking water. But this... this is a step in the right direction.

His eyes move towards the living room and it's just about the same. A pile of blankets lay together at one end of the couch, pillows scattered along the length of the cushions. You'd been there quite a bit, he can tell, but other than that nothing was too bad.

Noah feels like he can breathe for just a second, eyes going straight to the cracked open door to your bedroom. He hears the faint hum of your television and hears the muffled voice of your favorite characters in your favorite comfort show. His chest tightens. You only ever watch it when things get bad inside your head, when things start to become too overwhelming and you need to cling onto something that you know. Something that won't throw any surprises at you and make things worse. 

He makes his way towards your room, ready to call out your name again as he pushes open your door but stops halfway. You're curled up in your bed, covered in a pile of blankets. He steps closer to get a better look at you and he doesn't think he's ever seen you look so peaceful. Lashes against the tops of your cheeks, lips parted. The crease between your brows is relaxed, which never happens. 

Noah takes a deep breath.

You're alright. He can see that you're safe and sound, at least for now, and that's enough for him. He shuts your door behind him and makes his way back into the main room, taking his shoes off by the door. He takes another deep breath to center himself as he looks around your space, hand finding its way to his hair. 

He decides he'll clean up your kitchen and living room. It isn't too bad, and it won't take him too long. He also just... doesn't want to leave yet. He'll wait until you wake up. Make you talk to him, ask what’s up. Probably make you eat something. Then he'll head home. 

Sounds like a good plan to him.

Even though your door is shut he still tries to be quiet, making sure to carefully wash and put away your dishes without making too much of a fuss. After the dishes, he throws away all the take-out boxes and water bottles. He even makes a note to take the trash out for you when he's all done, because he knows you would've done it for him. 

The constant reminder of you and knowing that you'd do something like this for him, and have, is the motivation he needs to continue. It makes him feel warm all over and he thinks how lucky he is to have someone like you as his best friend.

And he definitely ignores the bitter taste in his mouth at the word best friend. 

It's maybe an hour after he's finished, curled up on your couch that now has its pillows in place, and the pile of blankets are neatly folded and put away, that you finally emerge from your room. You rub the sleep out of your eyes, not noticing him on the couch at first, but when you do you make a noise of surprise that has Noah laughing.

"Hey."

He notices the slight flush of your cheeks but ignores it. "Hi?"

"I uh," He scratches the back of his neck, sending you a sheepish smile. "Hadn't talked to you in a few days. Got worried. So did Jolly. Told me to come over. Check on you. You were sleeping so I just," He throws his arms around, gesturing to the space around him, "cleaned up a little? Figured you would appreciate a clean house when you woke up so..." 

He's talking too much, he knows it, but he can't seem to stop the word vomit from coming out. Noah knows you wouldn't mind, but he was nervous, especially because all you do is stare at him without saying a word. Stare and stare and stare until you sniff, brows furrowing.

"...Thanks."

You're unusually quiet and it makes his stomach turn again. You sniff again and Noah swears you look like you're on the verge of tears, and he sits up on the couch. He watches you closely as you wring your hands together in front of you, mouth opening and closing as if you want to say something. You don't, and Noah catches the exact moment when your bottom lip trembles, and he's moving before he can even think about it.

"Hey. It's okay. You’re okay."

He tries to keep his voice soft and free of any panic, but his heart is beating so rapidly against his chest he swears you can hear it. You sniff again, head shaking as your lip continues to tremble and he does the only thing he can think of. He pulls you into his arms and presses you into his chest. You don't move for a second, but eventually your arms circle around his waist. You squeeze, tight, but he doesn't mind. He just squeezes you back. 

Your body begins to shake as the cries start to rack through you, the sound muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Noah swallows down the lump that was beginning to form, cheek resting on the top of your head. He's always hated when you cry. He himself wasn’t one for much display of emotions, but when it came to the people he cared about, he hated seeing them anything but happy. 

Especially you.

He's seen you cry a few times. Well, more than a few times. Sometimes it was over nothing, and then sometimes it was over an incredibly cute dog you'd seen scrolling on Twitter. He didn't mind those, but when it was over something serious, he fucking hated that. He never wanted you to be anything but happy, and whenever you weren’t, it’s like a piece of him breaks. 

“What’s wrong?” He whispers into your hair, trying to pull you even closer to him.

“Everything.” You eventually mumble against his chest, sucking in a deep breath as you try to control your tears. “Fucking everything is wrong.” 

He fucking hates the way that answer makes him feel. His chest feels like it's on fire, and he swears his heart just fucking broke at how sad you sounded, voice muffled by his shirt. He squeezes you to his chest again.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He wants you to talk about it, to tell him what's wrong so he can make it better. Noah knows it'll probably be damn near impossible to even do that, but god, he'd try absolutely anything to make your tears stop. You take a long moment to respond, trying to control your breathing, before you eventually shake your head against his chest.

"Not right now." 

"Okay.” He mumbles, raising a hand to smooth down your hair. “That's okay, we don't have to."

"Thank you."

You stay like that for a moment, in the middle of your living room. Noah doesn't plan on letting go any time soon, thinking for a split second that he wished he could keep you in his arms forever. If you were there, he'd always know if you were okay. The thought fades before he could think too hard about it when you finally pull away from him, and Noah catches sight of your slight red and blotchy face. He frowns.

He doesn't remember the last time he's ever seen you so sad. So defeated. Whatever was going on really pained you, and he wishes you'd just tell him so he can fix it. Another passing, fleeting thought, but he thinks he'd do just about anything right now to see you smile again. 

"Have you eaten?" He breaks the silence between the two of you, not waiting to hear whatever you were planning on saying.

You blink up at him. "Um... no. Not since this morning. Had some fruit and coffee." 

"I figured." He guides you towards the couch, practically pushing you onto it. You snort when he grabs a throw blanket and dumps it onto you. "Pick something to watch." 

It's not a question, but more of a command, and Noah ignores the way his chest flutters at the small smile you give him. He turned away from you, pushing whatever feeling was brewing inside of him so far down and got his brain to focus. Food. You need food. To be honest, so does he. He’d been so worried about you for the last few hours that he didn’t even think of getting something to eat. 

It takes him a few minutes of rummaging around your kitchen to settle on making something easy - instant ramen. He’s surprised you hadn't eaten it all in the week you’ve been off-grid, but thankful nonetheless. Noah's way too impatient to wait any longer to actually cook something, especially knowing you hadn't eaten anything since this morning. Every so often he looked over his shoulder to watch you, wishing you'd say something, but would find you either staring blankly at the television or your phone.

A bitter taste settles in the back of his throat every time he turns back around to the stove. He hated this, and he fucking hated that he couldn't do a goddamn thing about it.

He brings your bowl to you once he's finished, already making a mental note to clean up the mess he had made while cooking. You blink up at him and reach for it, giving him a quiet, "Thank you."

Noah doesn't verbally say anything, just hums out a response as he ventures back into the kitchen to grab you something to drink. When he comes back he notices you had slowly begun to eat, and he feels his shoulders finally relax. Just knowing you ate something eases him, the tension in his body leaving him completely. You're already reaching out for the glass of water in his hand that he happily hands off to you, giving you a gentle smile.

"Need anything else?"

You shake your head, peering up at him. "No. Just want you to come sit with me." 

That same fluttery feeling beneath his chest returns and he wishes he could ignore it again, but it doesn't go away. No, it stays perched underneath his chest, as if it's decided that it's making a home there and never leaving. He doesn't say anything, just nods at your request before grabbing his own bowl and a Pepsi you had in the fridge before making his way back to you.

You wait until he's settled on the couch to scoot closer to him, legs pressed flushed together. You're already halfway through your ramen and for a split second he forgets that weird feeling in his chest, instead focusing on the intense pride filling him. He was able to get you to eat, he was able to help out in some way. Knowing you were alright for the most part and it was from his doing made him feel good.

The both of you eat in silence as whatever show you decided to put on plays in the background. He’s just now realized it was The Office, and he huffs out a small laugh at something Michael Scott said. Another one of your comfort shows, something easy. 

It isn't until you both are finished with your food and Noah's back in the kitchen cleaning up that you finally speak. He doesn't hear you come up behind him, focused on washing the dishes and making sure everything's clean and good to go, so he can't help but jump when he feels your arms slip around his waist and squeeze.

"Shit." He swears, followed by a breathy chuckle. "You scared me."

You don't say anything to that, just squeeze him harder and he feels you press your face against his back. Then ever so softly, he picks up the faintest, "Thank you," muffled against his back. His face flushes, eyes casting down to the soapy water his hands were currently submerged in. He's glad you can't see the blush on his cheeks, and he fucking hopes you can't hear the way his heart is pounding beneath his chest. Can probably feel it, though, and that makes his face burn even more. 

"For what?" He manages to mumble out, resuming his efforts. Your arms squeeze his waist again.

"For being here." You sound so small. "You don't have to be, but you are, and I can't thank you enough for that."

"You'd do it for me." His response comes easily, voice nonchalant because it's true. He knows you'd do the same for him, and the thought has his stomach flipping every which way. "And have done it for me. It's the least I can do."

You're silent after that but don't part from him, and Noah can't help the smile that spreads across his lips at the feeling of you rubbing your face against him. It makes him feel warm all over, and that damned fluttery feeling in his chest is back yet again. You stay like that until he's finished with the dishes, moving with him as he shuffles to the side to dry them off. You don't pick your head up even when he manages to turn in your arms, finally facing you. 

Noah's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him and now you can rub your face against his chest. He laughs softly, pressing his cheek against the top of your head.

"Still don't wanna talk about it?" He knows he's pressing but he can't help it, a part of him still needs to know what's wrong and how he can fix this for you.

You shake your head. "Not yet. Tomorrow, okay? I just... don't wanna think about it tonight."

"Okay." He thinks he can handle that. 

"Thank you." You say again and finally lift your head up from his chest, blinking up at him. There's still a sadness there, roaming around behind your eyes, but not as prevalent as it was earlier. He’s at least done something right. "I'm really fucking lucky to have you, you know that, right?"

The way you're looking up at him is overwhelming, Noah's throat tightening at the softness surrounding your tired eyes. You smile at him and this time it reaches your gaze, not faked but real, and his heart slams against his chest. A thought passes his mind again, something he hasn't thought of in years, and he pushes it back with a hard swallow.

"You're just saying that because you didn't have to do the dishes."

You roll your eyes but that smile never drops from your lips, and Noah thinks he'd like to keep you smiling like that for the rest of his life. 

"Shut up. I'm being serious." You're giggling now, eyes crinkling and he catches a glimpse of the real you for the first time in hours - probably days, weeks even. 

"So am I." Noah yelps when you pinch his side, your laughter growing louder. "Hey!"

"I'm trying to be nice here, asshole. You can at least try, too."

He softens at that, eyes meeting yours. He's well aware his face is on fire right now, cheeks pink.

"You already know I'm lucky to have you. Didn't realize I had to say it."

Even if he doesn't say it often, he is very lucky. So incredibly lucky to have you in his life, for sticking by him and for understanding him. For always being patient with him. Jolly reminds him occasionally how lucky he is to have you, how all of them are lucky to have someone like you in their lives. He doesn't know what the fuck he or anyone did to be so deserving of you, but dammit, he's fucking thankful for it everyday. 

You don't say anything, just continue to beam up at him and Noah can't seem to stop himself, tilting his head down to brush his lips against your forehead. He feels you press further into his chest, if it was even possible, and practically melt in his arms. 

He wishes he could keep you here forever, tucked away in his arms. He thinks there isn't much he wouldn't do to keep you safe, to make sure you were okay, and that thought alone scares him. He'd never admit it, at least not out loud, and he tucks that thought away for another time. Or to possibly be never thought of again, he doesn't know. He doesn't really care.

No, all he cares about right now is that you're okay, at least for now, and that you're nestled against his chest like it's the only place you want to be. 

And that's enough for him. 

[en-djinn]

Might b on my main but we're just going to pretend im not if thats the case 💔 but what have been your favorite comic runs so far of the ones you've read and why? I've seen bits and pieces here and there on your blog but if you had additional thoughts on them I'd love to listen :]

uhmmmmmmmmmm lets seee..... interesting question ty for asking... thinking emoji... i should list what ive actually read too.

THIS ENDED UP LONGER THAN I THOUGHT LMFAO HERES A READMORE

ive read every issue of warlock, every issue of gotg v1 and v2, the gotg xmen crossover thing with kitty pryde, infinity gauntlet, infinity war 1992, all of the strange tales stuff w warlock, the conquest annihilation and thanos imperative stuff, the annihilation thing with wraith, annihilation earthfall, one run of star lord... i dont even remember which one it was cz im intending to go thru all those again later when im done w warlock stuff anyway cz i wanna reread all the gotg stuff, thanos 2019, thanos the infinity revelation (still need to finish that entire bunch of comics), and gotg v5. i skipped ahead for that one coz i saw little magus and was going to fucking EXPLODE if i didnt see it immediately. which btw gotg v5 is by far my least fav thing ive read, i hated it except for the magus stuff which was actually what id been wanting them to do in my own ramblings @ someone who is willing to listen to me word vomit without knowing what tf im talking abt. so i think they did magus super super good and exactly how i wanted bt i literally hated everything else abt it LOL the dialogue is so.... eugh. but hey wraith was there and they drew him hot. ANYWAY. i wasnt a huge fan of the xmen crossover thing either but it did give me the cutest panel of peter ever so whatevs. (im currently in the middle of warlock and the infinity watch) also good god actually maybe it kind of is like i read a lot. i literally only started reading comics like a month ago so um. oops? im unemployed if u cant tell. i also mightve missed some stuff i dont remember

anyway. when i list it like that it feels like i havent read a lot bt then i look over to my physical copy of the warlock omnibus and its like. u could kill someone with that thing. deceptively long. anyway my fav is definitely either thanos infinity revelation or the original magus saga but like legitimately when i start metaphorically sucking off jim starlin im being so for real about it. the way he writes adam is Captivating and i adoreeeeeeeeeeeeee his art i wish he did more stuff for adam, tho u can definitely feel some of his aesthetics coming thru esp w the thanos infinity revelation stuff. it felt like that artist took all the stuff i love abt starlin's magus saga art and channelled it completely, i fell in LOVE with these pages and i fucking wish i could get this as a huge poster for my room

this is absolute peak art to me. i ADORE topsy turvy colourful wonderland style stuff with every wretched piece of my black heart. to wax poetic about it. when i start drawing weird shit this and starlin's own stuff is EXACTLY what i want to do. these comics have inspired me so much w my own art. bt anyway starlin just writes adam so specifically and with such care and while i love gotg v2 it just has nothing on the way hes written in starlin's stuff. i had no idea comics could have this level of depth cz i admit i was one of those ppl who always looked down on comic fans. im a changed creature. HIGHLY recommend reading these if anyone reading this long ramble is a fan of adam. but of course the magus saga is LITERAL required reading so i shouldnt have to say it abt that.

god me realising im gonna have to readmore this too LOL

anyway MR STARLIN! PERMISSION TO KEEP SUCKING YOU OFF SIR!

THESE ARE ALL! GORGEOUS! GORGEOUS GORGEOUS COMPOSITIONS. WONDERFUL COLOURS AMAZING SHAPES LOVE EVERY PART OF IT SOOOO MUCH. i am talking a lot abt the art bt i am. an artist. meagre tho i may be since i rarely push myself and ive never truly made an effort. bt seeing this kind of stuff gives me motivation for like 5 minutes before i give up again and thats more than most of the things in my life do. unsurprisingly, american mcgees alice is another big one for me there. bt thats neither here nor there. anyway i think the art and weird abstract compositions are VITAL to the storytelling and it would be much lesser a story without them, coz its a literal reflection of adams own mind and goddddd its so fun. so yeah. its likeeee.... sry im a massive gamer so this is just the best way i can think of to explain it. its like how gameplay is supposed to reflect the story and the world of the game u are playing, these things are supposed to be in synergy. and when they ARE it feels soooooooooo so so good and Right. its not abt stuff feeling realistic or looking correct its about the Feeling of it. the fantasy of it. the art matches the writing perfectly in the magus saga and its elevates it so much. its what makes adam an irresistible character to me, warlock and magus both.

i honestly wish we'd seen starlin write smth gotg... unless he did and i just dont know cz im still learning abt this stuff but i dont think he did? but likeee... aughhh... his adam with some version of his own peter... id love to see it. again, i rly did like gotg v2 and the designs from it are BY FAR my favs coz i adore that brand of edgy design style and ik that artist did wraith too and <33333333333 but in terms of writing? it couldve been more. bt i also do appreciate that theres a lot of guardians and u have to juggle and do justice to them all, adam cant be the main character ALL the time. even tho hes um. kind of the literal cosmic main character. bt anyway. yea

[opalcicle]

If They Call Me a Slut, You Know it Might be Worth it for Once

Ch. 10 Car Fries

Left you sleeping, borrowed some clothes. 😘

I send Bizly the text and a selfie in one of his big t-shirts from the back of the Uber.

It was late afternoon by the time finally I made it out of Biz's place. I'd made myself up some leftover pasta, washed the dishes, and found something to wear. He was still sleeping, butt-naked and sprawled out in his bed when I figured it was time to go.

I start a warm bath and a coffee when I make it back to my apartment. Humming as I prepare for a relaxing day and letting my good mood carry me through the self care. My legs are stiff, and my whole body aches like a bitch, but damn do I feel great. The water in the tub soothes my muscles nicely.

It's late in the day when I finally have the wherewithal to check any messages.

Grizzly

Dude you sooooo owe me a drink next time we're all out. jk. Unless? ????

No but for real we should catch up soon sounds like you've got a lot going on.

me:

Next weekend man, I drank so much last night.

Jaiden

Saw you on the dance floor. Didn't know you knew Tina. 👀

me:

Met her last weekend at Schlatt's. 😊

Hey do you know if she's into girls or like, just having some fun?

Charlie

Still up?

My heart skips a beat seeing his name. I respond without thinking.

me:

Yeah!

Wait I mean no, it's tomorrow now.

But I'm up, what's up?

There's a missed call from him as well, and a voicemail waiting. At the time I recieved it I would have been in Bizly's garage. I hold my breath for a long second, attempting to stave off the guilt creeping through my chest. Then I listen.

"Hey!" He sounds excited, "Hey, hi. I tried to find you tonight but I think you left. So like um. Are we okay? I mean, it seems like we're not, but also I miss talking to you. Dude, I ate a whole thing of fries in the car by myself and man it was weird as hell. Also I'm sorry I said I love you. I know that's like a crazy thing to do. But also, I do love you. You're for real the coolest person ever. We don't have to be together, or like anything at all. But you're my best friend, my ride or died, die? But died rhymes that sounds better. I think we should hang out. Maybe not tomorrow I drank a lot. But yeah I love you, full homo, get fucked about it, peace out, get friend zoned loser. Okay bye. Oh fuck how do I end the-" BZZZ.

Tears form in the corners in my eyes as I laugh from my belly in a way I haven't in at least weeks. I have to listen to it again, and then a third time before I can hear it without losing it a little. Holy shit, I was not gonna let him live this down. There's a reply from him when I'm done with the voicemail.

Charlie

Hey what's up?

Oh I texted you first lol.

me:

Dude you were wasted last night. Left me a spicy voicemail.

Charlie:

I WHAT

me:

How hungover are you? Pick me up for fries tomorrow?

Charlie:

Okay???

Still sore, the laughter hurts my stomach and I need to lay down. Without meaning to, I fall asleep in the coziness of my pillows before the sun had even set. I dream of peaceful nonsense and wake in the middle of the night.

There are more messages from the evening before, and I work on replying to them.

Bizly

Lookin good in my shirt

come back soon and I'll take it off for you

me:

Dude my insides need a break. 😅

Grizzly

Yeah man! Bunch of us are doing kareyoke on Friday if you wanna come.

Caryoke? Karaoke? Idk.

me:

Hell yeah, send me the location.

Jaiden

No idea man, good luck!

me:

Thanks lol

I figured I should say something to Tina too, and really mull over whats gonna sound right. Jaiden seeing us together, and asking me about it, really had me wondering what was up with the pretty girl I've been kissing while drunk. If I really am just someone she wants to kiss at parties, she's definately got the right girl for the job. Maybe she's just nervous for more? Maybe she likes to move a little slower? I settled on something short and simple:

Thanks for inviting me out, had a great time last night. I'd love to see you again soon.

Last night? Was it really just last night?

Since I'm talking to Charlie again I better send him the first edits for the photoshoot we did. Email sent. Okay cool.

Now what? I pace my living room, try to find something to watch, scroll TikTok from various uncomfortable positions on the couch.

Tina, Charlie, and Bizly. Somehow in one night I had gone from no prospects to three suitors. I giggle to myself, suitors was a strange way to put it. Maybe it's all a little too much. Too much making out, too much sex, and way too much in the feelings department.

I let out a heavy sigh as I try to distract myself with various apps. Maybe I need a vacation. Why not? I sit up, excited by the idea. I can edit from my laptop, take a break from streaming. Ah shit streaming, maybe I'd already taken a long enough break. No. No! I deserve a Holliday. Suddenly I'm browsing travel sites, checking flights, looking for sunny beaches and all-you-can eat buffets. What if I find like, an adventure package?

It's the wee hours of the night and I've eaten, gotten ready for bed again, and settled under the covers all while planning out the details for a next-month solo getaway. By the time reservations are made and flights are booked, my heavy eyes sink closed. Before I fall asleep, one fleeting thought, does this count running away?

In the late morning, confirmation emails remind me of my new plans, and the thought of running is long gone. A message from Charlie sits in my notifications while I start my day. I update my discord, "Streaming tonight, 7pm, dunno what we're playing yet," and close the app before replies flood in. Then I check the message.

Charlie

Hey lmk when you're ready

me:

Dude how do you wake up so early?

But yeah, ready anytime.

I feel nerves build as I wait for him to arrive. The new hickies down my neck are a bright red and I debate trying to hide them, but I don't want to lie. I still haven't promised anything to anyone, but hurting Charlie is easily one of the things I've started to hate the most. When he pulls up I have to fight the desire to lock myself into my apartment.

Climbing into his car, a million things go though my mind, and in the last second I decide on finding another new nick name, "Hey Char... lie, no wait that's just your name. I'm running out of these."

He smiles at me awkwardly, hand nervously readjusting his hair. "Hey," is all he says.

"Fries?" I turn the music up as we pull away. It's still the playlist I shared with him. Thankfully the songs fill the space so we don't have to, and inspite of everything neither of us can resist singing a good song. "I'm working late, cause I'm a singer. Boy you look so cute, wrapped round my finger," I sing the part of the song we'd long ago decided was my line.

"Your twisted humour, makes me laugh so often, My honey bee, come and get this pollen," he continues before we both join together for the pre-chorus. Inspite of all the ways I like to bug Charlie, I always let him have the melody when we car duet. He loves showing off in song and I could never deny him that. We do our goofy dance moves and add our weird vocal quirks, and by the time we've made it to the drive through were laughing at eachother uncontrollably. Charlie has to stop and calm himself before we pull up to order.

Down the road, music low again, I make an attempt at normal conversation, "You know I've never asked, are you okay being the one whose always driving us around?"

He glances at me, raw emotion on his face. Fear, or maybe closer to worry, is plain in his eyes. We don't usually do deep conversation. Even me asking him how he feels about something I expect, it's definately off course.

"Y-yeah, its our rhythm, we just do it this way," he replies.

"Hmm," I barely respond, lost in my own thought. It's quiet until I speak again, "I don't ask you how you feel about a lot of things,"

It's not a question, and he doesn't answer. But after awhile he sighs, "Soo.... You saw Bizly again,"

This isn't a question either, but I sigh back, hand darting up to my neck. "I did," there's a sadness in my own voice that I don't dare call attention to.

"That's fine," he says it so quiet.

"Is it?" I hear my own voice demanding the question.

"It's-" he pauses for a long time, "let's go somewhere and talk."

Charlie takes us to a parking spot near some old baseball diamonds. They're mostly empty today. We pick at the fries for an unbearably quiet few minutes.

"I, uh- look if you'd rather be with Biz..." He trails off.

"That's not it," I shake my head. "It's like, just sex,"

"I know. I can't do that," he looks out over the diamonds through his windshield.

"No, Charlie I-" I hear myself getting defensive and take a breath, "I'm not trying to choose between anyone, I don't want him more than you,"

"It's fine-"

"No, listen!" I cut him off, anger showing its head again. I close my eyes and take several deep breaths this time. "I want you Charlie, and I like you, a lot. Not just as friends,"

His head turns to me and he looks confused.

"I'm sorry I got so mad at you. I'm sorry I freaked out. I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you." Tears immediately start falling from my face and I feel like an idiot. Charlie deserves an apology, an explanation, even if it means I have to experience my own emotions. "I'm scared, Char. I don't think I can be what you want- that I can handle something serious again. And now it's out there, now I'm having feelings and you're having feelings and we can't put them back where they came from. It scares me,"

"It's okay," he tries to sooth me, but I'm not having it.

"It's not okay. You're sad. I'm sad. Everything's fucked," my words come out softer now, the anger and frustration disappearing with my confession of fear.

"We really don't talk about our feelings," he says, looking back out the front window, "I guess this was going to boil over at some point,"

Coldness creeps over my skin as I anticipate him saying he doesn't want to see me again. Instead he takes my hand. We sit there, and he lets me cry. It's uncomfortable, but it's a start. If we've got all these stored up emotions, they have to come out somehow.

"I've been scared too, I don't want to lose you," he says when my tears slow.

"I'm not going anywhere," then I remember the vacation I booked, "except actually, I've got a trip coming up in about six weeks, and I think like maybe, that also counts a little bit as running away." I look at him and smile, exaggerating my discomfort in a toothy grin.

He laughs. This fucker looks at me and laughs. I start to laugh too, doubling over in his car until I have to catch my breath.

"Oh my god, you're so dramatic," he teases.

"You're the weirdo who likes me," I poke fun right back.

As the scarier feelings subside for us both, he asks, "What now?"

"I think maybe we talk about it more," my face scrunches at the thought, "but like later, because I haven't done this whole communication thing in years, and I missed you, and I want to make you listen to the message you left me,"

"Oh gaawwd," he groans, "I was hoping you forgot about that.

"It's really sweet, and I want to make you blush again," I wink at him before pulling up my voicemail.

As he listens his face and ears get red and I watch him in adoration. There really is no going back now. We've opened the door to something strange and new, and will just have to see where it takes us.

I can't help but laugh as the voicemail ends. "Full homo?" I ask.

"Shut uuuup," he complains, shoving fries in his mouth.

"It's cute. Made me laugh," I take a fry as well. "Charlie, I-" it's hard to say the words. The red in his face is still present, making it so easy to look at him. I lean over the center console and kiss him softly in the cheek. "Me too, full homo,"

The blush creeps up his ears and an easy, goofy smile lights up his face. He turns quickly to look at me and the moment feels so right, so much like us. He kisses me softly, slowly. I kiss him back. The heat starts to build between us and I pull away before it can get any further.

"Third time's the charm?" He says it lightly.

"Hmm?" The kiss transfered his blush to my cheeks. I was bright red as well.

"For a first kiss? Third time's the charm,"

"Yeah, Charlie, third time's the charm." I lean back in the passenger seat with a little grin as he pulls the car out and drives off.

[tellywoodtrash]

my golden blood aka th(w)ailight ep 3 lb

*absolutely dead eyes* "are you sure you want to live with me?"

joss my man, i am begging you for more than half an expression.

tong's like yeah i'll live with you, these freaks out here wildin for my blood.

tongkla doesn't even get the courtesy of a face to face convo about moving out??? he came home to find a cross made of chopsticks and the room littered with chunks of garlic bread ffs

mark is still absolutely fuckin dead in the face watching tong spiral into an emotional breakdown

lmaoooooooooooo ofc this freak lives in phayu's/hia win's house.

"there's nothing strange in there, right?" well…. there's staircase of death that you might break your neck on.

DADDY COUCH YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!!!!!!!!

aksjldfdslkjlsd the vampire speed vfx will never fail to make me laugh

time to spook the baby girl with some mumbo jumbo

"the tribute room" aka a perfectly normalass, if weirdly decorated, bedroom.

tong stands for vampire labour rights!!!!!

um what is that suspicious looking lump in the bed????

also just one bed!!!!!!!!!! vampires like the same tropes as us!!!!!!

what a sad life. food and sleep are literally the two best things granted to living beings and mark gets to enjoy neither.

flirt flirt flirt. also *widens eyes randomly* doesn't really count as giving an expression joss. we're still at 0 for this episode.

TEAR OR SWEAT?!?!?! WHICH ONE WAS IT?????

there he goes, sniffing him like a damn weirdo again.

tong said gtfo, creep.

SOMEONE PLS EXPLAIN THE LUMP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BED????!!?!?!

MARK YOU'VE GOT TO LEARN TO FUCKEN KNOCK, BUDDY. ALSO IDK, WEAR JINGLY ANKLETS OR SOMETHING.

ok the arm banter was cute

good on tong for establishing boundaries (though mark didn't really agree to honour them)

is this a nightmare or a sex dream lol? seems like both.

adkljldfskjlks not the creepy painting watching him too.

here too, joss has his smell the fart expression on.

DSJFHDSKJFHDSKJFHKDSJSJFH

tong truly felt:

iykyk

lmaoooooooooo idk why beefcake mark dressed in all white with that teeny tiny book is sending me. it's giving gaston.

meanwhile tong's having nightmares of ma and pa being treated as juice boxes

which somehow mark can sense?

so ofc he divines himself to tong's bedside but i'm only looking at the fact that he's in grey sweatpants 👀👀👀

does he have nightmare-go-away super powers too?

ASDJLKLSAJDLSAKDJASLJK HIS FACE ON SEEING THE POST IT TONG PUT ON HIS PAINTING

i've finally realized that the lump in the bed is a bolster pillow.

tong wakes up and the first thing he checks for are hickeys fang bites on his neck

asdjlaskjdlaskjdlaskalksjdlk A BUNCH OF COMEDIANS

these damn stairs make my stomach swoop uneasily

well daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn, with that kinda breakfast spread, i might be inclined to give mark some sip sip

STILL WITH THE JUICE BOX TOMATO JUICE

"you're not trying to fatten me up to eat later, are you?" pfffffffttttt

ohhhhh aunty wan also lives here, to keep an eye on these two cheeky losers

ofc he doesn't eat. that's how those abs look the way they do.

tong's reallllllllllllllllly selling it, lol

he feeds him a morsel but mark's looking tempted by entirely another snack at the table though

CAN HE TASTE TOO NOW????????? idk how to decipher all these different *eye widening* gestures??

yup mark can def taste food now. goodbye abs!

why is the landscaping of this lawn so weird? what point does this serve?

doesn't tong have university to go to???? he's just a vampire's sugar baby now? (god i wish that was me)

you shouldn't have made the quip about size. now you're gonna get felt up QUITEEEEE thoroughlyyyyyyyy

being immortal and having to work out for all eternity is LITERALLY MY IDEA OF HELLLLLLLLLLL

though maybe if someone taught me weight training like this, i'd be more into it?

lol mark's in troubleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, the scent kink is kicking in hardddddddddddd

poor mark. imagine having to workout next to the most delectable, gooey, Goofy Movie slice of pizza?!!?!?!

lol he's really giving Edward about to puke from Bella's fumes. to the point tong got the hint that he was being a bother and left

in the safety of solitude, he takes tong's towel and grants himself one biggggggggggggggg whiffffffff

AHSADKJASHLDKJALSKDJKLAS WHICH TONG CAME IN AND WITNESSED

tong sniffing at things like a little kitty cat is the cutest shit ever

mark's off to work. coz capitalism is hell and even vampires gotta hustle to survive

tong agrees to waive the one arm distance rule in exchange for getting out of the house

why are y'all drawing so much damn attention???? weirdos.

oh boy thara knows tong's here and wants to meet him too. it's too damn early to meet the in-laws! aunty wan has done enough damage by being weird!!!!!!!!

thara doesn't help by IMMEDIATELY asking tong for his hands. why can't y'all just act normal around this kid? he's getting the worstttttttt impression of vampires by the way you're all behaving

HOW'S HE NOT CREEPED OUT BY ALL THE WEIRDNESS THARA IS SERVING UP INSTEAD OF CHAI PAANI BISKUT. KUCH TOH KHAATIRDAARI KARO BEFORE UNLOADING HIS DESTINY OR WHATEVER

no mark hasn't put him in a HARD PLACE yet iykwim 😏😏😏

tong's just thrilled he's got someone to snitch about mark to

lol @ thara waiting for tong to clear the room before calling him a weakass bitch to mark

she's never gonna let it go that he took a lil sippy sip, is she???

damnnnnnn tong, you don't ask how old a vampire milfffff is

did thara turn mark??

tong seems to miss orphanage aunty, the cutie.

you know who i'm missing???/ NAKAN!!!!!!!!!! AND MY MAN TONGKLA?!!?!?!? I LITERALLY WATCH THIS SHOW FOR THEM AND IT'S BEEN MORE THAN 30 MINUTES WITHOUT?!?! I NEED MY FIX NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW

mark has the same pained expression as me having to tolerate this zabardasti ka guitar scene

he offers to take tong to the orphanage tomorrow so aunty can get this psychic damage face to face just like he had to

funky lil orphanage trip home

tongkla had to come down separately? they couldn't give him a ride? he's right to look suspicious/mad

mark gets roped into the game and ofc has to take his shirt off

lmao at tong sitting on the sidelines watching proudly like a WAG as mark gets climbed on by the kids

heart 2 heart time

wait, how long ago exactly is this, mark???

is this gonna be a Carlisle typa sitch? is dad a vamp????

nopeeeeeee! doctor's earnest prayers brought him sis thara

lmao at thara offering eternal life in the exact words of a MLM insta influencer

commiserating about shared circumstances and mother figures

tong's gonna be real crushed when he finds out orphanage aunty was on vampire payroll (or possibly a vamp herself?)

that cake is so shiny it almost looks fake

ohhhhhhhhhh boy aunty's gonna spill some uncomfortable beans, not knowing tong's hiding right there

OFC SHE KNEW, TONG? LIKE…. WHAT DID YOU THINK ALL THE SPIEL ABOUT NEVER BLEEDING WAS ABOUT IN HINDSIGHT???

idk what he's so shocked and mad about??? what, was she supposed to tell a fuckin 8 year old about vampires??? like come on be so fr rn tong? you live here with like 15 other kids? was she supposed to expose them all to the fact that vampires exist?????

why's he lashing out at tongkla now?!??!?!

tong you are so out of line rn baby girl

how fortuitous that the orphanage is located at this prime real estate spot, with such laaaaaaaarrrrge open grounds where tong can dramatically sulk. surely that has nothing to do with all the vampire funding he's so angry about rn 🙄🙄🙄

tong truly has whatever syndrome those girls had in 2000s romcoms like chasing liberty and first daughter

mark having to explain to tong how money and economics work was not on his to do list for for today. he just wanted to play some basketball and sniff some birthday cake

goddddd, this teenager angst is hard for me to take seriously, especially coz it's being played by a nearly 30 year old man

uhhhhhhhhhhhh, why's he getting memories of dear ol' dad at a moment like this?

bro i'd be so fuckin mad if someone made me a vampire without my consent and then fuckin died on me, leaving me all alone on this hell planet

do you? do you really understand? why's your face not moving to reflect those emotions then???

tong: "i don't want to know any more things." bitch me too. i've known enough.

wait he's really letting tong go? where????? and we're going back to the silently stalking and watching from a distance thing? over THIS of all things????

nooooooooooo don't return the necklaceeeeeeeee!!!!

amazing. even as all the love memories accost him, this is the face.

tongkla is allowed to take one swing at him, methinks

HE BABYGIRLED HIS WAY BACK INTO THE ROOM AND TONGKLA'S HEART

tongkla don't be fuckin stupid, take the vampire money for the tuition

tongkla is ALSO tong's sugar daddy now???

pft look what one (1) day of you working has resulted in, tong

YOU GIVE TONGKLA THE RESPECT HE DESERVES!!!!!!!!

waking up to mark standing at the foot of the bed like that has definitely got to be more terrifying than any nightmare tong had

also i'd have loved it if tongkla was also in the room and had to witness this fuckery hahahahahahaha

this has to be a dream. right????????

CALLED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE HOT FOR FANGSSSSSSSSSS, BRO. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

not this Man towering heads and shoulders over the rest of the kids in this university

"wanna be in my group?" ASLKJFDLKFJDLKFJDLKFJLDKJSF

Next week: Kissies for real?!!?!?!?? 👀👀👀

[moodooivy]

Blue is the favorite

(Wow, I'm surprised that last post got as many likes as it did. Thnaks (Lol, I have enough comics planned out that I could post one every day for a month. Maybe I just should, that would be fun and it's still around the beginning of Febuary. What do you guys think?))

Science: "Are you friends with the Bad Sanses?" Dream: "U-um… I think so…" *Turns to the Bad Sanses* "Hey, we're friends ri-" Bad Sanses: *Throws all their weapons at Dream* Nightmare: "No. You literally shot me in the back 20 minutes ago." Error: "No." *Double middle fingers* Cross: *Crosses arms* "No." Dust: "No." Killer: "No." Horror: "No."

Science: "Are you friends with the Bad Sanses?" Ink: "Yeah, we're totally friends!" Turns to Bad Sanses "Right guys?" Nightmare: *Thumbs up* *Reading book titled: 'How to kill an Ink'* Error: "No." *Double middle fingers* Cross: "Sure?" *Shrug* Dust: "Yeah sure whatever." Killer: *Weapons ready* "Yup." :) Horror: *Sharpening axe* "Yup." :) Ink: "See, they love me!" Science: "Riiight..."

Science: "A-are you friends with the Bad Sanses?" Blue: "I uhh… I think-" Nightmare: "Yes." Error: "Yes." Cross: "Yes." Dust: "Yes." Killer: "Yes." Horror: "Yes." Blue:.. "Appearently." Science: "G-great…"

[rings-of-power-realm]

Spoilers! And screaming over episode one!

GUYS. Its as beautiful as ever. Im kinda overwhelmed and also really tired so my flailing will be all over the place BUT my god the perfomances and the calibre of acting in our beautiful show is so strong so measured so nuanced this cast is perfection. Cirdan I LOVE HIM seeing the grey havens and the shipbuilding was so special and I adore him already and love how Elround sought him out.

The Stranger him missing his home and his gentle ways with Nori are so touching I love him so much <3

The rift with Elrond and Galadriel is breaking my heart but they are knocking it out of the park with their emotional 'breakup' oh and I love how Gil-Galad was in it way more and his affection and even slight humour came across (one stupid review I saw said where had the humour gone uh well there is still some even though this show is about light and darkness and everything inbetween I love these characters so much and it feels so full of life)

It looks absolutely stunning as always <3 Cannot wait to gif some things like the golden tree returning when they put the rings on

SAURON. Firstly Jack was incredible at the start and Charlie is spectacular. His expressive face shows so much depth and anger and the way he would smirk after getting that warg to eat that guy (I forgot his name asdfghjk but Im glad he's gone lol)

Sam is amazing as Adar I feel absolutely he has put his whole soul into this like the rest of the cast and he is an incredibly complex character who just devours every scene he's in.

Um I just loved it guys and I wish I didn't feel so tired I didn't sleep that much because I was so excited! And Im gonna watch the first ep again today and probably have more thoughts then.

But wow seriously this is the best fantasy show ever EVER I feel back in Middle Earth the perfomances are all stellar and every shot is thought about and looks so beautiful AND BEARS MUSIC IS EVERYTHING <3

Im so excited to meet Tom, to see Durin and Disa and Arondir and to continue these stories I love so much.

I have so many lines I loved which I'll gush over in other posts but I wanted to inlcude this one from The Stranger I thought it was beautiful when he spoke about his home

Sometimes I perceive a glimmer of it nonetheless a longing for a feeling I can't remember or even name. But I know its real, just beyond the sunset.

WE'RE BACK and I can't wait to continue this adventure! :')

[ineffablecabbage]

Luka and Carter, 4

(lmao. This weekend has three themes! "Fuck 5 sentences" / Aus are GREAT / FUCK "Secrets and Lies". This one is all three.)

(Trigger Warnings for: Frank discussions of PTSD from child rape because "Secrets and Lies" is the gift that keeps giving, just like herpes and foot fungus! Also discussions of consent and anal sex and oral sex. No actual sex though, because I'm boring like that. This is the trauma bay, not porn hub.)

(Additional Notes, because this is tumblr: Not all m/m couples have anal nor is it some holy grail that must be achieved eventually. However, the subtext here is that Carter's past relationships are fucked up. For proof of that, I need you to look at his canonical relationships with women lol.)

Final Word Count: 1058 (lol) - Guest Starring Abby Lockhart :)

"So what's the real reason?" Abby asks him one day, in the suture room when they are both looking for supplies that, contrary to the name, do not seem to be in the supply room.

"Not sure I know what you mean," Carter answers easily. That's a lie, of course, but a lifetime of ocassional visits from Jack and Eleanor make him an expert on pretending to miss the meaning of questions that he doesn't want to answer.

"Boy, you are just lying right and left these days, huh?"

"That's quite the accusation, Abby. But if we're done, I have to get this gauze to Haleh."

"Haleh already found spare gauze at the nurse's station. So you can stay here and explain to me what's going on. Luka may have believed that you broke up with him because you want the tv on at night and he doesn't, but I know that's bullshit."

"Fortunately, Luka is the only one who has to buy it."

"Hey." She grabs his arm, and Carter sighs. "Look, I won't pretend that I understand this relationship, but I know that you two were very happy, and you ended it with some bullshit reason. I know you well enough to know that you don't give up on people because you can't agree on TV, Carter."

"And it's between me and Luka, Abby."

She gives him the same kind of look she gave him when he'd accused her of taking drugs, back when he'd still been strung out on fentanyl. "Then make it between you and Luka. Before you do something you'll regret."

~*~

Carter is always reminded of Anna's little roach-infested apartment when he visits Luka. His apartment doesn't have roaches, so Carter supposes it just the rich man inside of him being pretentious and kind of a dick. He supposes Anna would agree.

"I'm surprised to see you," Luka says. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."

"No," Carter says, but that is a lie. "Maybe. A little."

Luka looks over the rim of coffee cup.

Carter shoves his hands in his pockets and wonders about the wisdom of any of this. What is a two week relationship, anyway? Maybe they should just go back to platonic, vague enemy territory.

The thought hurts, and he doesn't want that at all. That's why he's here, though, isn't it?

"John?"

Abruptly, Carter realizes that Luka has probably been talking to him this whole time. "Um, sorry. I was - oh, it doesn't matter. Listen, there's something I wanted to discuss with you."

"The television?"

"Well…yes."

"I do not particularly care that much about the television, John."

"Neither do I."

Luka's brows come together as he frowns, and Carter feels like an idiot. He also feels like maybe he is starting to have a panic attack. How far up is this apartment? Two floors? He wonders if he can jump out the window and live. Probably.

He's survived worse.

"Then you lied to me."

"No," Carter says. "Well, yes. But I had a good reason. Well. I had a reason." He sighs. "That's what I came here to discuss with you."

Luka crosses his arms and leans back on the kitchen island in the middle of the apartment. It's too big for the space, Carter thinks, and it's definitely too big to support Luka's weight.

Luka doesn't, so far look impressed with Carter's attempt at confession. "You did not think to discuss it with me before you broke up with me?"

Carter closes his eyes and reminds himself that this important. "I should have," he admits. "It's not … gone well, in the past."

Luka sighs. "You can talk to me, John. And I wish you would."

Carter hesitantly sits down on the couch. Then he stands. Maybe it would be easier if he's standing. Maybe he can bolt when Luka laughs at him. Or tells him to get out. Or -

"John." Luka comes to stand in front of him. "Whatever the problem is, just be honest with me."

"I broke up with you, because we were getting to the point where our messing around… was going to go to other places." Luka's brows furrow impossibly closer and Carter wonders how much he is going to have to spell this out. "We were going to … have sex."

"John… we have already had sex. Multiple times. In multiple positions," Luka tells him.

"Not… oral," Carter corrects him.

"Ah," Luka says. "And that's not something you want to do?"

"It's not something I can do," Carter corrects. "Luka, when you think about your first time, do you have happy memories?"

Grief passes over Luka's face briefly, but he nods. "My wife," he supplies. "She was very religious. She wanted to wait, so we waited until our wedding night."

Fuck. "Jesus fucking Christ. I'm sorry, Luka."

"Do not be sorry. It was, as you asked, a happy time. Yours… was not?"

"No." Carter wipes his palms against his pants, and finds that they aren't actually sweaty. "No, not at all. I was 11. She was 25. She knew how to do things that I didn't even understand yet. Somethings she was gentle, sometimes she was not. Either way…" Carter clears his throat. "Most of things I am over. But some things I am not. And specifically, I can't … I can't let anyone fuck me that way."

"You can't be on the recipient end of anal sex?" Luka clarifies.

Carter nods, and he's ready for Luka to say "Well, thanks for telling me, bye!"

But instead, Luka says, "On the giving end?"

"Uh. No, that's okay, actually."

Luka nods. "Okay, then."

"I - what?"

"John," Luka says patiently. "We don't have to have penetrative sex at all. If you want to, I will happily let you fuck me. We will figure it out."

"Really?" Carter says, because this is not how these conversations have ever went before.

"Really. I'm sorry that woman hurt you. I hope she has since met a violent and painful death befitting her cruel nature. But I am not her, and I have no desire in taking what anyone is not interested in giving freely."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before," Carter says.

Luka shrugs. "But you did tell me. That matters, does it not?"

"Yes," Carter agrees. "It does."

[marshmallowprotection]

Hey hey, how are you? I hope ypu are good...

Hmmm... Lately I was thinking about Saeyoung and cats... I know he really likes them, not sure how seriously should I take the "cat abuser" part haha.

Few month ago pregnant cat mum hide in our basement, gave birth and she and her 3 little kittens are living with us now, but it seems like cat mum is still scared of humans (we thing she might be abused or something :/) and always keeps distance, hisses whenever someone comes too close and seems very tense whenever see any human. We leave her be and are carefull not to disturb her too much and don;t touch her. Kittens are usual little mischief lol

I was wondering how Saeyoung'd react if he came to MC's house and got to know about kittens and cat mommy, personally i might not trust him fully on that matter (I mean maybe just not to leave him alone with cats haha sorry). Especially how he could react about the mama cat who is also protective toward little ones.

Maybe um... Saeran could go with him? haha ^^;

Saeyoung adores cats. His cuteness aggression is definitely worth talking to him about at length, but as far as being a deviant, he's not the worst guy when it comes to his adoration of cats! Because Elizabeth the 3rd is walking around with important data for C&R daily, Saeyoung putting Jumin's security to the test is a huge part of the reason why he visits his dear Elly the way he does.

His pet etiquette is really the one thing that needs work if we're being honest. He just needs a cat that loves his particular brand of affection and doesn't mind having their cheek nuzzled against his cheek. He is a work in progress when it comes to his behavior around cats, so do not worry about him in that regard. Now, he's told the story about the stray kittens with a mean mother cat I don't know how many times to the player.

It's the only way he could talk about his childhood without letting the people listen in on the truth. If anything, he relates to what it feels like to be a stray cat fighting for scraps every day and having a little brother kitten to take care of at the same time from all sorts of cruel predators. It's not an easy life, and you're not always going to be the lucky kitten who gets taken in by a loving human. Sometimes, you're going to be the kitten that's stuck living in a dark alley for the rest of your life.

He always leaves food out for stray cats when he's in the middle of a city, far away from his bunker, because the only kindness he can give to a kitten is the food they desperately crave. He can't bring home the kitten of his dreams while he's an agent. He's not able to get close to cats because most of them don't mesh with his vibes, but watching a group of cats enjoy a meal from around the corner is enough for him.

No different than the idea of watching Saeran live a safe life from far away from him.

So, when you let him know a mama cat is hanging out in your family home, he wants nothing more than to take a look at the mama and her kittens. If you nudge him, "Don't antagonize the mama, okay? She'll bite anyone who looks at her babies wrong." He'll give you that cheeky smile of his and ruffle your hair. "I know the others give me a hard time about Elly, but I know better than to do that to a mama cat. I've been in her shoes. I would attack anyone who looked at Saeran in the wrong way, too."

He'll do what he does for the stray cats.

He'll bring cat food, toys, and love galore. The kittens will want for nothing and the mama won't have to worry about her babies being bored or hungry. She may not trust humans because of her past, but that doesn't mean she can't learn how to trust again or know that her babies will be safe in your protection. He learned how to trust others because of you, after all, and he knows you'll be the one to make the same miracle happen all over again for this mama cat.

Saeyoung will quietly set down the cat food a considerable distance away from the mama cat while she's resting, leave the toys scattered about, and leave a camera so you can monitor the room without the mama being worried about her safety. Like clockwork, the babies will begin to explore and sniff out the new toys. The mama will judge everything before she decides to get something for herself after using most of her energy to take care of the baby kittens. It's a win-win.

It will take him doing this over a few weeks to gain the trust of the mama, but sooner or later, she'll feel comfortable having you in the room and then later on, holding her kids. It just takes time and effort to gain the trust of a loving parent. You have to prove who you are and what your intentions are. Saeyoung... knows that like the back of his hand. Even though Rika and V failed him, they still tried to gain his trust... and that took years.

"Don't worry, mama cat. I know what it feels like to have nothing... and to want better for my baby. You don't have to worry about your kittens. They're safe and sound, and you'll never have to be afraid of losing them ever again."

[oodlyenough]

honestly i was feeling a similar way playing tgaa as well, i don't even think they're bad or anything i just kept hearing people describe them as some of the greatest games aa has to offer and i was. very surprised when i actually started playing them

unfortunately cannot say the same for investigations, i quit in the middle of 1-5 because i truly couldn't be bothered. it's funny that i have almost opposite critiques for investigations/tgaa lmao

we're both around the same spots in both games (2 cases left) so hopefully they will knock my socks off and i will finally see the light

omg... comrade...

I haven't played TGAAC yet -- I've actually been saving it for last bc after I finished the trilogy it was supposed to be the next best thing, lol, plus the timing of the new ports worked out that way. Thank you for tempering my expectations though lmao

AAI... woof like... I dunno, I hadn't heard much about the first game before I played it and I cannot blame you for peacing out during case 5 because it is interminable and I did spend all of the first game like "ok so when does it get good?" Then the resounding answer I gathered from fandom was "investigations 2 is when it gets good!" and ... well ... now I am playing Investigations 2... and I am still waiting...

Perhaps if I had played this back at original release with the mindset of the fandom at the time I would've enjoyed it more. But yeah, after years of hearing it's the best game in the series and you can't possibly begin to understand Miles Edgeworth without it, this is his BEST game EVER the pinnacle of the character, I've been not only disappointed but actively annoyed. I'd like to say I respect it more for at least attempting characterwork, something aai1 never bothered with, but that respect is really hampered by how pointless I find it lol. Two games of "Should I be a prosecutor? ....Yes." I will say Spirit of Justice's last case was fun enough that it did retroactively make the previous, worse cases feel a little more worth it, so it's not impossible that will happen for TGAA for you/AAI2 for me. Um. (Although realistically I don't think it will happen for me fhklg they've really bet the farm on how much I love Kay and Edgeworth's super deep relationship and the answer is that I do not actually bc they have known each other for five days.)

[pastelbatfandoms]

Marvel dr Memories & Shifts pt 5

I have so much to update since I haven't posted about my MCU dr since May of last year!

Daisy and I were being controlled by Hive for awhile until he died in that jet explosion. Hive pretended to be Zemo which is how he got to me but Bucky got me out.

But Zemo and I got back together and I found out he's my Twin Flame, also on impulse...and because I didn't want Hydra to be able to kill him, I had Radcliffe infuse the Moonstone into his hand,with Zemo's permission of course, we're still figuring out everything it does. Besides amplifying his mental powers, no he can't mind control me or Bucky anymore. I forgot how underhanded and manipulative Radcliffe actually was until recently...but nothing has happened that I'm aware of. Zemo never trusted him fyi but he went along with it for me. 😏

First thing he did was kill Gideon Malik, yes I was there as I hurt Malik a little but Zemo did the rest. This is all memories btw not shifts.

I have had some 5D astral experiences with Zemo but as those are nsfw I won't be sharing sorry.

We had a recent conversation or conversations really and he's actually been working on himself and trying to do better. I can tell he's sincere otherwise he wouldn't be so depressed and feel guilty. You know it's bad when he doesn't leave his room and his house is a mess...But I've been trying to help by persuading...him to get out and go on Shield missions with me.

Him and Bucky are actually getting along or being cordial at least since I am still with Bucky, he is very much my anchor through everything.

Am I looking forward to him in The Thunderbolts movie possibly becoming The Winter Soldier again? No I am not, he's made too much progress, it's like Zemo joining Hydra again! Anyway that's another story...

Speaking of going backwards. Erik and I are no longer together. The polyamory and living in our universe wasn't working for him, he was trying for me and then he just up and left for The Xverse without telling me...thanks for triggering my abandonment wounds🙄 He did apologize in a channeled message I got and was trying to change but he still rejoined the brotherhood and when I went to bring him back, idk why I did that my cr self wouldn't have lol, he pretty much said he didn't want me there or in the brotherhood with him (even though he had tried to get me to join him years ago) as he had to do things on his own. Which I get but it still seemed like wasted effort, I literally left Bucky to go chase after Erik! Why?!

I was going to give him another chance until I told him I was on speaking terms with Zemo and still had feelings for him. Erik is pretty jealous and possessive, and does not like Zemo, surprise! So that conversation did not end well, he pretty much told me to stop seeing Zemo if I wanted it to work with us, mind you this was via telepathy as he was still in another universe! Which I actually did but it was super hard and didn't last long and I resented Erik as I felt he made me do it.

So I avoided Erik after that but he kept trying to show up energetically and in the 3D. I had a dream with him in where he was trying to act like my father and tell me not to see Zemo, it was very romeo and juliet. I woke up annoyed.

Then I shifted and I was in the middle of the woods, I was walking away from Erik as we had an argument I'm assuming over Zemo plus us not being together anymore. As I was walking away a giant helicopter blade flew over me, landing in front of me blocking my path. Before I had time to react, he had pinned me to a tree trunk and not in a sexy way but more of an aggressive way as he tried to get me to listen to him of how he was better...

Then I shifted back...um if you're trying to convince me of that how bought you be a bit less aggressive and demanding. Idc how frustrated you are. Yeah so that's the last time I've heard from him since I pretty much put a firm boundary between us and he knows he's not going to change my mind about being with Zemo. Erik is definitely a karmic, plus I don't think it was ever love on my end anyway it was more admiration and idolisation.

I also thought I had something with Xavier but he pretty much did the same thing Erik did, pushing me away and didn't want me involved with the XMen anymore. (Rogue was pissed that he did that, since we're really close friends and even saved Erik and Gambit from Bastion once) So I've pretty much stayed away from going to the Xverse altogether.

On top of that recently Zemo's karmic Mother and his "ex" came back...yay. 😒 put quotations' because it's not like they had a relationship, she was literally just a cheap blond copy of me so...

In case anyone is curious it's this B....If anyone has watched AOS you know who she is, though she's a bit different in my dr obviously.

That's alright I kicked her ass once I can do it again. 😉 Yes I do take over that "plot" from Daisy, idr in which ways because I haven't watched that season in a long while or had memories yet.

Oh we also fought Mojo once, which I shifted to, that was amusing seeing Zemo as a video game character.

March 6

Had a very detailed dream/memory of my MCU dr.Calling it a shift until "proven" otherwise!

I was with The Thunderbolts, mainly Zemo, Bucky, Natasha and this other agent who claimed to be a Widow named Maria. 

But Zemo told me after I showed him a comic with her in it, that she wasn't or not a very good one. He didn't seem to have much respect for her.But he knew a lot about her. She kinda looked like Ghost and that “Widow” that's in the movie. Except she had scars on her face.

Idk who we were fighting perhaps Void/Synergy?

We were running and I was jumping off these buildings that were crumbling.

Idr what happened next, other than that girl not liking Zemo or not liking we were together. But Zemo just kept an eye on her, never leaving my side, usually holding my hand if we were walking together.

Then I remember we were in the back of a car and Steve Rogers was driving, which is he actually dead in my dr or is this an alternate version? 

Anyway Zemo was talking to me. And Steve said, “You sound like you're confessing, why don't you just propose?”

“I would love to,” Zemo said, never taking his eyes off me, “But now is not the time. We still have work to do.” Pretty sure he meant work on our connection.

Then I started dreaming of something else.

April 5

Had a vision of my MCU dr,while asleep, but I was Amara this time. (My Valkyrie self who is with Loki in case no one knows)

It connects to Doomsday & Secret Wars. I was with this girl that I'm pretty sure was my future daughter as well as the girl from the spider verse, Peni Parker. They were showing me what was happening.

Then I saw Wanda and Loki, they were living together, well hiding out really, because they were looking for me. I learned we were all in a relationship together including Stephen Strange in the future.

Then I was taken to what looked like a small city, a mix of India and New Orleans maybe, that was being overruled by Doctor Doom and all these villains as well as heroes he was controlling. I saw Fantastic Four but they also had doppelgangers or variants fighting them.

I also remember us fighting White Vision! Then we were hiding in the crowd and and they were auctioning off other people and animals. That's all I remember or a summary at least.

I never have dreams or shift to my dr with Loki so that was interesting. I'm pretty sure it was a near future vision of what is going to happen, not sure if it's an alternate timeline or the same one as my main MCU dr, though I didn't see Zemo or Bucky, I think I saw Deke (Agents of Shield) in the crowd in front of me and he looked at me curious like he knew me and Deke is essentially my cr husband in that universe.

I wonder if I ended up in that area some go to when the TVA finds them and prunes them...

Not my face claim just to represent me ^

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Things that come in my head as I play through Diasomnia's chapter (chp 38-55):

[Potential spoilers below darlings, proceed with caution!]

Am I ready for this? Hell no. Do I know I will regret everything? Yes. Am I still gonna try to finish everything in one day? Yep. Let's go!

Ortho??? Calling from RSA??? Is this Idia's dream? Malleus?! Cute to see him taking care of Drago but like the tiny details showing that its actually a dream? And Idia's catching on! Slowly but hey, progress is still progress! It's also nice to see how things could be different if og Ortho was still around.

Where are we? Why are there terrifying ghost like things on the windows? Is this Ramshackle dorm before it became, well, Ramshackle as we know it now? I am so confused now lol– Wait we're in Mickey's room?! How'd we get on the other side of the mirror? We're all having an out of body experience... I dunno how to feel about that tbh.

Silver! My baby's here! And we get to see his UM!

Have I ever told you guys how much I like Malleus' humming? Cause I like it very much. But anyways... we're in cyberspace now...? Oh Ortho! Ortho's awake! Poor baby's trying so hard to wake up his brother.

It's kinda scary seeing how powerful Malleus is. Like, to the point where he can force even Styx issued gear into shut down mode, he's seriously overpowered. Can't wait to see Idia continue the trend and become the hero in this tale, but there's a lot of heart ache we need to go through before we reach that point so, best of luck to all our poor hearts.

I wonder if there's any particular significance to the fact that the time is stopped at 9:18.

So we finally meet Idia's dad, huh? His helmet reminds me of Hades' Helm of Darkness. And we meet his mom as well. A lot of technical stuff and lore drop that went a bit over my head, but it's fine! We'll be fine!

Seems like eccentricity is the middle name of the Shroud family. Then again all geniuses are a bit eccentric. Poor idia, his mom definitely snooped through password protected folders. I would riot if my parents ever snooped through my laptop, so I can't wait for him to wake up and proceed to lose his shit over it lmao

Ortho's Cerberos gear and the two support droids are so cool! The little family moment is cute, but I hope this isn't a death flag for poor Ortho because I've seen too much of that trope– Now we're back with the Prefect! Ngl, Silver's kinda hot when he orders us around.

Dreams are a very tricky subject, so I don't blame Silver for not knowing much about how his UM works. That being said, I'm ready to learn a little more about Sebek, now that we're in his dream. I'm not his biggest fan atm, but... let's see. I'm hoping my perspective on him changes because he seems like a fun character to explore.

.... Something about the way he calls us human just pisses me off lmao. But we will be keeping an open mind. I will come to love you Sebek (yes it is a threat)

I feel terrible for Silver. Imagine looking at people you've known your entire life, two of them people you look up to and one you've trained alongside, and seeing strangers. Strangers who live in a fairy tale, who want you to join them and live happily ever after, sacrificing your freedom and responsibilities of the real world for an ideal ending. Who wouldn't want to take that chance? Making the choice to go against them, for their own good, is the most difficult thing to do in this situation. Raising your weapon against the one you trained your whole life to protect, fighting against someone who was once your comrade-in-arms.... it's terribly heartbreaking. But, hey, at least we got Sebek to wake up.

EHY IS MALLEUS SO FUCKING OP DIFVDHDGDJSVDVDJD B DHFDUSJDHS?!?!?!?!?

We... we're in Lilia's dream now.... brb, gotta get some tissues and get ready for emotional damage–

It's nice to see Silver taking the lead and being the dependable one. Also, General Lilia!! Been waiting for him since I got spoilers back when I was stuck in Ignihyde's book. I love how his hair transitions from being long and having red streaks to short and cute with pink streaks. Long hair is often associated, at least in my culture, with maturity and a sense of responsibility, while short hair is more fun and child-like. Similarly, red is an intense colour, while pink could technically be seen as a softer, gentler cousin to it. It shows Lilia's change from a warrior to caregiver and I think it's really neat. I just wish he could have seen him in a more adult-like form in the past.

[arctic-space-penguin]

For the ship and oc creative process one, can you pick a ship (again, sucky memory) and do questions: 1, 3, 6, 10, 11, 15, 18, 27, 29, 30, and 40?

WE'RE GONNA DO ACE AND DONNIE BC THEY'RE CURRENTLY WHAT MY BRAIN IS REVOLVING AROUND

1 - YESSSSSSS ACE THE BABI WAS MADE TO SHIP WITH DONNIE

3 - Well, at first, it was very difficult to get myself to make my ocs with ships kiss the turtles at first. And by that I mean I hesitated when wanting to write the word. I've gotten over it a little now, but it still happens from time to time

6 - SO EASILY BRO. WHO NEEDS THAT WHEN YOU CAN JUST BE AFFECTIONATE WITH SOMEONE NOT IT THAT WAY

10 - I would say it is important, def, bc then how will you or others or even the characters know how to handle/understand arguments in the future? As for how explore them, I mostly just, like, switch to making whichever oc it is and whichever turtle it is to argue mode in the middle of the story without much planning, like it just happens spontaneously

11 - No, doesn't matter to me at all! I've seen plenty of ships/selfships with all the turtles and even April, like, once. They're all adorable in their own way and deserve just as much love if not more as others

15 - I always prefer to go slowly and introduce them bit by bit. Saki, Tomio, Ko, and Kaede are the only exceptions bc I didn't know how I wanted them to meet the turtles, so just jumped straight in with them lol

18 - Hope and Leo? Yes. Ace and Donnie? not quite yet, but i'll find one soon enough

27 - I don't have a favorite, no, I usually jump around. Hope and Leo would be an Enemies to Lovers/Forbidden Love, Sara and Donnie would be a Fish Out Of Water, Ravyn and Jr would be a Friends to Lovers, Ace and Donnie would also be a Friends to Lovers, and the four tanukis all start out as Fake Relationship (they were forced to) then moves on to be an Enemies to Lovers

29 - Walks, Talks, Movie Nights with the girl curled up next to the guy, same bed curled up... very easy to portray, yes, i do it almost all the time lol

30 - I would say to just go for it. Make that ship. The worst you can do with it is get nervous and not post it anywhere, which people might as well understand. And for the second question, if you're really unsure, try to find writings with others who have done the same or close to the same thing you're doing. It might get your confidence up to do yours

40 - um.... well I know y'all haven't actually seen much of my ships besides Hope who I always talk about, so maybe convince me to post some wips or snippets? idk, i can't think of much else lol

[salientseraph]

GIV'US THE LIST!!! Genuinely curious about your heinous taste in men

OKAY ANON?1??1?1

I'm gonna try to go in somewhat chronological order. Some are fictional, some are non fictional, it should make sense :)

This is a LONG FUCKING POST BTW

My first crush ever......drum roll......

(gonna be using gifs so i don't hit a photo limit)

1) Mike Nesmith!!! (The Monkees)

He's one of my earliest memories, I had to be around three years old. First crush started off strong. The first episode I ever saw was fairytale, and it was absolutely AMAZING because this beautiful princess was also a beautiful MAN??? It was like hitting the jackpot! I loved his Texan accent SOOO much but had somehow convinced myself that it was embarrassing so I didn't tell anyone?? At 3 years old. But now I'm living my truth👍🏻

2) Michael Jackson (all eras)

I'm almost positive he was my first hyperfixaction when I was around 5. I listened to his music EVERY DAY and SHAMELESSLY wore a sparkly glove despite it being a sensory nightmare. When my mom had told me he died it was like my entire world ended, and I had gained a new catchphrase whenever my parents introduced me to something new, "Are they dead?"

3) Christopher Reeve's Superman (and Lois)

I don't particularly remember how old I was, but it was around the same time methinks. Absolutely melted every time he smiled. And was extremely confused as to why I wanted to be around Lois so much. Couldn't ever decide who I wanted to look at more. (Partly a biromantic awakening)

4) Sam Beckett (Quantum Leap)

If you couldn't tell, growing up in the early 2000's with musicians as parents led to little 5 year old me having so many old interests I couldn't really relate to younger kids, but that was okay because I had variety! I'm not quite sure how old I was when Netflix was a postal service, but every week or so we'd get a new episode of Quantum Leap, and I LOVED Sam. (And of course my favorite episodes were when he had to be a girl. I am a creature of habit)

5) Obi Wan Kenobi (and Padme) (Star Wars)

Yet another one I was REALLY embarrassed about for some reason. All of my (2 neighbor friends) thought Anakin was soooo hot and I was like.....haha yeah....

6) Chuck Bartowski (and Sarah Walker) (Chuck)

I sort of grew up watching the show Chuck, I'm pretty sure we had rented most of the seasons from our local block buster, lol. Anyway, another case of bi panic, because good GOD. I mean seriously. Just look at them. ALSO I have to mention Scott Bakula (actor for Sam Beckett) is Chuck's DAD so um. Do with that information what you will.

7) The Doctor (11) (Doctor who)

I'm 6 years old. I'm over at my mom's friends house and I am subjected to the first modern show I had really ever paid attention to, and I see this beautiful man holding a baby. And I'm like wait hey...maybe I should sit and watch this instead of wasting 2 hours on the sims 2. So I sit my ass down and it is love at first sight. Later I go to watch the show on my own and the first episode he's with a kid MY AGE?!?! I ate that shit UP. Still madly in love with the raggedy man.

8) 2016 youtuber phase (sigh)

OKAY OKAY EVERYONE ON FANDOM TUMBLR don't boo me, everyone had a youtuber phase in middle school. Everyone also had an undertale phase in middle school. It was the thing to do, (aside from superwholock of course) Had to mention it because we're going in chronological order of things, bear with me. Although these are real people, everyone who was in the depths of insanity at the time knows they were all very...fanonized. Pewdiepie, Jackscepticeye, and Dan Howell (known at the time as danisnotonfire). Yes I am a little ashamed. But I do stand by the fact they are all very cute. I think this is also around the time I got into the Flash series, which brings us...

9) Cisco (The Flash)

Okay girl no one wanted him like I did. Everyone was so focused on the flash they did NOT notice my mans, and that was okay because I didn't have to fight over him with anyone lmao- but yes, he was the light of my life in middle school. Promptly stopped watching the show when he left. Around that time I got into Steven Universe all the way until my sophmore (?) year of highschool which brings us to....

10) Loki (Marvel Media)

Okay look, after being a mild marvel hater for a low-key (pun intended) long time, the loki series came out and I was like okay sure I'll watch it. And henceforth 2021 was the year of Lokimania. Or more fitting, Hiddleston mania. Watched everything I could get my hands on. But I always came back to Loki. (I was 16/17 I think?)

11) Castiel (Supernatural)

Avoided watching the show for a long time because of....the superwholock plague LOL. So 2022 rolls around and my mom is like "hey btw this show is actually really good" and I'm like okay whatever.

Then season 4 hits. And I see this ANGEL. And I am in love. 2022 was the year of supernatural, along with FINALLY getting all of the in-jokes of superwholock.

12) Connor (Detroit: Become Human)

I am now 18. I found myself delving back into my old "watch jacksepticeye while I eat lunch bc I want to be non-verbal" habit and stumbled across his dbh playthrough. I watched it literally ANY time I could. Took two days but it was life changing, so much so that I had literally convinced my mom to buy a cheap ps4 and I played the game. Got so much into the fandom I started watching Bryan Decharts streams, and one thing lead to another and HE COMMENTED ON MY FANART!! Anyway live laugh love Connor Anderson (he is hanks son)

13) Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Piggy-backing off of the high of dbh, I finally got around to purchasing red dead 2 (because like 5 of my friends recommended it to me, including my older brother) so I got it, and BOY I did not expect to fall in love with a cowboy, but I suppose it is deeply rooted in me to like fellas of that sort. I cried my eyes out and couldn't eat for a whole day when he died in my first playthrough.

14) Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3)

Look do I even need to explain myself here. Its the same old story of girl sees beautiful man from media she has no idea about, obsesses over thousands of videos of him, buys game and romances him, the rest is history. 2023 was definitely my videogame year.

15) Jerma probably

Look we all know he isn't real but look at how cute he is ^v^'!!

Supremely Honorable Mention: Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them)

I would have put him in the list but I literally have no memory of watching the first movie, when I did it, how I felt, nothing. Its just a blip and then all of a sudden this human embodiment of a shy giggle consumed my brain (and this was before I was a fan of anything harry potter, again I avoided all the media all together because of the cringe millennial fandom stuff I had seen, no hate to y'all now though cause I'm one of you)

There you have it! I've had a ton of mini crushes in-between these but none compare to this list I think :) I love them very very much and I need to make a giant fanart with all of my silly funky quirky little dudes all being friends <3