#And also lying through his fucking fake teeth not even his face and he's lying through those teeth

[mushroom-for-art]

Me and my silly self indulgent fics hehehe, set before violence lmao honestly was just feeling some kinda way wanted to put May through the suffering and I had really fun dialogue / writing idea things, even though he's not mentioned by name REDACTED belonging to @oogaboogaspookyman is in this, just tagging for correct credit feel free to ignore lmao

Digimon two electric boogaloo (I promise this is the last one, also set before violence fic so it fits in the time line I'm allowed XD)

She stood swaying idly in a dark dress that didn't suit her, it was personally designed and crafted just for her but the dark colors didn't reach her eyes, she was dressed up for a higher being by a higher being, she was but a doll to accessorize. She has no orders, her eyes half closed heavy lidded, swaying slightly on the spot almost in a trance within the grand room, a throne room he'd crafted for himself, with twisting shapes and spaces that defied physics, he'd tried to make it unlike any structure that's ever existed wanting no trace of humanities influence. And yet what need does he have of a throne room?

Many feet tapped across the marble floor, a tall inhuman creature approached with intrigue, feminine almost and red, its appearance was familiar but her eyes didn't regard them. As they approached smaller insect like digimon crawled off of their body, Dokugumon vicious spider like digimon that looked like large tarantula crawling along the walls and around closing in, they had horrible mouths and claws on their toes horns forming from their masked like faces and a skull and cross on their abdomen as dark red ginger hair spiked from their heads, from them smaller digimon KoDokugumon smaller yellow and black striped spiders with orange fur hair they were almost cute but they were vast in numbers, all of them were the red spider queen's children as Archnemon approaches the largest of them all, her horns big and proud her humanoid torso on powerful spider legs causing her to tower over the human still stood in a trance, unable to move even if she wanted to run, unable to scream as danger approached.

"When I heard that creature had secured a human puppet I didn't think it would be my lost dinner," her voice was gleeful and dark as she stood in front of the human her children stood around laughing snickering ready for mother to rip open the rare human delicacy. She leant in close tilting her head as she observed the human closely, she didn't smell afraid or like her usual scent, she reeked of that powerful virus but under that her human flesh still smelt succulent. Despite Archnemons intelligence and cunning she was short sighted when it came to her hunger for rare foods or experimental subjects, her large hand grabbed effortlessly around the humans whole neck and shoulders, they made something of a gasp but felt limp almost, and Archnemon didn't stop to consider why. With her other hand she ripped through the fabric and seams of the dark dress ripping away the stomach segment before ripping further upwards to just past the humans ribs below the breasts lest she want access to the more secured rare organs. Her eyes were agleam in delight at the sight of the jagged scar she'd left from before, fascinated by the structure of the human form while a Digimon would've perished and reformed as an egg a human remains and gains discoloration it seemed. Would it taste different she wondered as her mouth drooled.

Teeth plunged into soft stomach flesh greedily ripping and tearing away hunks of meat, the scarred segment had a different texture on her tongue as she bit and devoured, the human only made something of an exhale going limp in her hold. Her children excitedly chittered as she swallowed, warm fluid known as blood running down her chin and splatting onto the floor as she breathed heavily laughing softly in thrill of the taste.

"What do you think you're doing."

The virus' tone was cold and hostile as he materialized in a humanoid form behind her taking the face and form of one of the other humans with flowing corrupting energy flowing from the shoulders and back like wings or tendrils, dark spikes poking through the hair of his form like a dark crown, Archnemon turned her head slowly to regard him, blood still clinging to her face as she grinned with teeth.

"Ah, there you are, I come with news." Her hand released, the human dropping with a thump, "it seems you underestimated the others, they've defeated two of your soldiers as of now, they are nearing my domain, I want full rights to be allowed to do with them as I please, they're more valuable to me alive." The virus was watching her with unusual intensity beginning to slowly approach.

From his shadow dark sprawls of energy shot out along the floor rapidly covering every surface plunging the whole room into blackness, Archnemon paused looking around finally sensing the danger she was in as teeth dragged the Dokugumon down into the blackness with crunches and screams for their mother as their physical forms were torn to shreds their data clinking and shimmering being drawn into the blackness while the KoDokugumon were simply snatches up in greedy maws on mass their data making a faint sparkle of a sound as they were destroyed. His human form distorted as blackness grew over him growing larger and more threatening as he loomed over the humanoid spider digimon, white pupils narrow and locked on her. Her breathing was quickening and panicked as dark tendrils crawled and wrapped around her legs to prevent her escape, gasping in pain as the tendrils grew teeth that sank in to her data beginning to slowly rip away at her physical form like maggots. Every noise was pained as she let out a weak yell attempting to pull away from her restraints only to fall forward onto her hands tendrils grabbing her to stop her pulling upright, she could feel the teeth scraping against her tearing away at her slowly.

"I don't understand?! I have been nothing but loyal to you and your cause?! Why do you forsake me?! How could you destroy my kin and devour me!?" She hollered up towards the mass of teeth and eyes looking down upon her without any regard for her.

"Of course you don't."

His jaw opened and he plunged into her abdomen with his teeth ripping through her viciously she squelched and crackled screaming as he began to tear away mercilessly and carelessly throwing the body parts aside as they shattered into data absorbed into his body as she yelled in agony before her body glitched fading in color and breaking apart into pixels that scattered before joining with him. He heaved a frustrated breath as the darkness retracted back to his body, stepping through the blackness of his form into his humanoid form as he approached the human still on the floor.

He crouched down putting his fingers to her neck as he took in the state of her wounds, she was still alive thankfully breathing faintly. He sighed as he touched the ripped fabric of the dress before dark liquid poured from his fingertips into her open sore wound, the liquid spread over her internal organs repairing damages and replacing her missing kidney before beginning to build itself around the wound edge and pulling it as closed as he could manage before the liquid simply had to replace the missing skin tissue with itself. It would do for now, and it was certainly a good fail safe if necessary in future. Slowly he slid his hands under her form and picked her up with a sigh, despite what he'd done she'd still need time to recover.

He moved without really walking, gliding almost along through his castle, his kingdom. Her body wouldn't be able to withstand travelling through the data makeup straight to her room, so he had to take the long route. The door opened as he approached, moving effortlessly inside, it was a simple but large room but quite empty, it had a bed and wardrobe but they were vastly spread apart, and a walk in suite. The wardrobe opened on its own spitting out alternative clothing, pajamas mimicking that of her ones back on earth, simple cat themed things black trousers with white paw patterns, black pajama top long sleeved with white text and a cat image, he found it almost amusing her wearing his color scheme. Carefully removing the ruined dress fabric from her body, glancing briefly at his hand where it had become bloody from a soaked piece of dress from around her stomach he wiped his hand off on what was left of the dress before throwing it aside and carefully redressing her in the pajamas not really acknowledging her form before placing her under the duvet. He scoffed a bit to himself, all this effort for one little human that he would destroy later, he wondered if this was why humans kept chickens as pets or at least alive for a few days before eating them, brief entertainment and whatever use they may have before the pleasures of enjoying the tender flesh.

He sighed, running a hand through the hair of his form before tilting his head back, emitting an inhuman sound from quite literally his throat as it split revealing blackness and unsurprisingly more teeth, something of a low screech that echoed through the building. From the floor two large digimon were summoned through the data system, Megadramon and MetalTyrannomon, large hunkering dinosaur beast like digimon that were almost too large for the room had the data not manipulated and shifted to make room.

"Destroy anyone who enters this room that isn't me. And do not allow any harm to come to the human. Or I'll harvest you both."

Voice cold, calculated and sharp, he was already leaving the room without regarding the panicked nods from the ultimate level digimon. They regarded each other uncomfortably, MetalTyrannomon shifting to rest and guard slightly further away from the bed as Megadramons body twisted and curled to crane it's head down and regard the sleeping creature breathing a puff of warm air that nearly blew the duvet off from the bed which it just barely caught and put back the Megadramon quickly decided to move and instead lay down besides the bed on the floor as well.

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It was many hours before he returned to check on the state of the human, ensure it hadn't perished from something stupid or unseen. He'd been able to make a replacement for the wretched spider queen using Kelpymons great power and his corrupting data to mold and create a powerful dark digimon hopefully one that would kill the other humans or at least maim them enough to stop their progress. In honesty he didn't care about killing them himself anymore he was tired of playing with them after all they'd served their purpose. Of course he did still want them to suffer, make them watch their world be destroyed before succumbing to destruction themselves. He growled to himself quietly at a flash of red in his peripheral vision, he turned to look but found nothing, that vile creature, he's sure it existed in that color to mock him, such a disgusting beast didn't deserve to be in red, that was a sacred color after all.

His data form passed through the structure of the nearby wall stepping into the room and immediately feeling his brows fall into a scowl at the snoring of the useless ultimate digimon. His focus was then brought to the disheveled duvet half laying across the floor and no human upon the bed, had he not heard the running water pattering he may have disintegrated the worthless beasts on the spot.

Dark spikes pierced through the sleeping creatures bodies before they could even gasp in shock, their bodies shivered glitching and data shattering quietly in seconds as he glided towards the ensuite without acknowledging what happened. His nose wrinkled at the sudden slap of the steam against his face as he stepped into the room leaving the door open. In the corner of the shower box he spotted the human huddled up on herself hugging her knees to her chest trying to hide away like a child and crying. He blinked slowly as he thought, moving to turn off the running water of the shower and hearing her quietly gasp and hiccup to herself in fear that did send a delightful tingle up his spine as he sensed her terror and dread. Seems the human was back in control and she was oh so terrified and scared.

He moved the shower door out the way and crouched down moving a hand to grab hold of her cheek as she attempted to bury her face deeper into her knees, lifting her head up before holding her chin, he could so easily damage her, lurch her body bruise her flesh even tear it from her muscles as he looked at her, her eyes were red and puffy as water and tears ran down her cheeks, he could see the dread in her eyes himself reflected in them the fear in her face and the quivering of her lips. He moved his hand, tilting her head to observe her. Humans had such fascinating faces with an array of possibility in expression it was just a case that most of them, no, all of them really were so ugly in their existence. He'd only ever known one person to have a face that was beautiful…

She whimpered quietly under the intensity of his gaze and he had to fight to not grin. She was starting to shiver now as the cold crept in. He could see just slightly on her side the black scar that was now left behind from the earlier attack and he saw her hand move to try to hide it as his eyes roamed back to her face.

"You're not immune to catching earth illnesses here even if you are digital,"

He spoke casually as his hand pulled from her face.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay there."

He stood as he pulled a towel off of a hanging rack holding it towards her as his head turned away. He needed to keep her mind fragile, keep her confused; it'd be easier to put her back under if she wasn't fighting him so he wouldn't give her a reason to.

"What happened…?" her voice was very small and quivered as he felt her take the towel from his hand, inside his body his many mouths twisted into sadistic grins but his human guise remained neutral. How broken she must be.

"Oh, can you not recall?"

He had to be tactful, if she caught him out in a lie she might start fighting and release Kelpymon from it's corrupt state which would really mess up his plans. She shook her head even if he couldn't see as she wrapped the towel around her form moving to hold the black scar on her side, her head was so heavy and full of fog, she remembers it hurt it hurt, but right now it didn't, she'd expected his horrid corrupting virus matter to be destroying her from the inside.

"Did…did you do this?"

"I did the best I could to fix your wounds if that's what you mean, but I was not the one to inflict them. I hadn't anticipated the others finally following you here, or them making it here so quickly."

He could sense her energy levels increase a low excited surprise.

"I must say I did expect them to try to help you with some,"

He waved a hand casually,

"familial love is magic nonsense."

He felt her emotions drop,

"to mutilate your own sibling though…"

His tone drifted in a thoughtful manner as he sensed her body grow tense with bubbling anxiety,

"I'd expected them to try to free you, I had a plan for that situation. I figured well they'll try to bring her to the light or something or other, and if they succeed that just gives me more fun. And then your blood was shed."

He slowly turned his head to regard her, he could see her eyes still red from crying had lost any previous glimmer or spark, he put on an expression of sympathy.

"They didn't stop to think, or try to understand… for all my planning, I was left baffled…"

He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, the way her breathing was struggled as she tried to keep it level and failed. He moved casually, taking a hand towel and bringing it to her face slowly, she flinched just slightly as he started dabbing away the tears that had started to fall again from her sad little eyes. He heard her choke a soft gasp hiccuping as her tears fell, he cooed a gentle "shh" continuing to wipe away her tears.

"Now now sweet thing, there's no need for that, no need to waste anymore tears over them, you're safe again now."

She sniffled as she looked at him with her big confused eyes, he could already tell she was getting more confused, the lines between himself and the other who's face he stole becoming blurred, the memories of good and bad muddied and washing away making her head nice and hollow for him. He was still pleasantly surprised at just how impressionable and moldable her empathetic and traumatized little brain was, he knew just the right buttons to press.

"it is a shame you had to go through this traumatic event, many humans have done the same to me, tried to pull apart my data and find out how to destroy me, I thought they might be more sympathetic to one of their own.. I should have known better.."

His voice twinged in a way of sadness and she touched his arm softly, her empathy just too deliciously stupid. He brought his hand to touch her hand giving it a pat in gratitude.

"Sweet little May,"

He could practically see her eyes briefly sparkle at the affection of his words.

"I will leave you to recover from the ordeal you went through, but I will not be far."

He took her hand to squeeze it before moving to let go, finding her trying desperately to keep hold of his hand for comfort following him as he pulled away. He had to stop his smile from becoming cruel.

"I won't let anymore harm come to you I promise, but you should stay here, you do need to rest. Let me take care of you."

He pulled his hand away and she stayed he could see her eyes showed the slight sense of lingering confusion and wonderment before her pupils dimmed slowly into comfortable empty numbness, her eyes lidded slowly as she finally slipped back into the dark comforting drowning puddle of her brain that swaddled soothed and killed her leaving behind her body for puppeteering. He sighed, wiping his hand off his sleeve casually as he left the vessel to take care of itself and tuck itself back to bed.

In some sick way it was a bit fun getting the chance to play with her again, she was such a soft broken little mouse now and it made for an interesting new dynamic. Maybe he could keep pressing keep nudging poking until it splintered her mind entirely? Make her fully dependent and loyal to him without his influence controlling her, like a lost little duck, now that would be quite the shock for the others. He's sure it wouldn't be that difficult, he did have the face of her old fancy and it was clearly causing confusion in her mind with their roles seemingly swapped. Her siblings the antagonists her old enemy, the one keeping her safe and her ex. He couldn't help chuckling, her ex didn't even know she was here and didn't know the hurt she felt over 'him'.

He couldn't wait to pull the blindfold from her eyes upon the completion of his plan. Reveal his lies to her that she was being used, that she was but a stupid pawn and easy target, feel her anguish, confusion, fear and complete and utter isolation at the sight of her burning planet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he salivated at the thought of her terrified screams, her weak punches and kicks as he ripped into her flesh to take out the last human in a glorious feast. He had to wait of course but he could plan it at least, proud in himself for not just devouring her earlier but the spider had been satisfying enough. Though, maybe he should eat the other digidestined to… make her watch perhaps? Hm..so many options and he had plenty of time to decide.

[mysicklove]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

DAY 14: LEG HUMPING

With: Ryomen Sukuna

Word Count: 4.4k (wow)

Warnings: Sub! Sukuna, Gn! Reader, Yuuji and reader r dating (Yuuji x reader), lots of threatening of death/small violent acts,, reader slaps him, sukuna has 2 cocks in his true form, heavy power dynamics, mention of subspace, previous cuffing, small mounts of blood

A/N: i feel like i wrote this while i was high, but i was sober. idk. this is unedited but i will edit it tomorrow morning

“I fucking hate you, you know that? Despise every cell of your body.”

You hold back a laugh, running your fingers through his hair, which earns another near animalistic growl. “Well aren't you dramatic, King of Curses. Where did my Yuuji go?”

Sukuna glares up at you, lips curling upward. He was kneeling, with his hands chained behind his back, while you sit on a chair, crossed legged. He was in the position Yuuji was in seconds ago. The position that Yuuji asked to be put in. Sukuna, obviously did not agree to this arrangement.

Yuuji must have lost control when he sank into the subspace. Just for a second, which was all the curse needed to arise. He was watching the entire time, snickering when Yuujis begs got too dramatic, or joining in on the unwelcomed degradation when the boy started to cry. 

But the only time the king was silent was when you spoke. He would conjur himself on Yuujis arm, face, hand, and just listen.

His vessel was a pervert, really, and you were too. He watched the boy go through the most humiliating things, and still he would always end up begging for more. The curse would rather die than to steep as low as Yuuji did. It was pathetic, truly. 

But sometimes, when Sukuna sticks around for too long, he finds himself hypnotized by your voice. It was always so soft with Yuuji, full of adoration, but he could not miss the authority that oozed from your tone. Strict rules that were meant to be followed, commands that were not dared questioned, and punishments that were no empty threats. He was there when Yuuji was also punished, in those rare times. They were not fun, even if the brat held a raging hard on through it all.

But overall, Sukuna was strangely enamored by your character. He was always top dog, the strongest, the king of curses, but what about you sends a shiver down his spine? Why does he want to hear your doting words? Not to Yuuji, but to him. 

Sukuna realized not long after having these thoughts that he wants to fuck you. Or maybe just get a handjob while you whisper lewd things in his ear, the way you did to the brat. Or maybe you'll wrap your lips around his dick if he was to play nice for a bit. 

It will be just a one time thing. Just so he knows for sure that he doesnt want you. Yuujis thoughts of you must be clouding his. Tonight he was here to confirm.

“Brats gone. You’ve broke him or something. Humans do that,” Sukuna pipes up, rolling his eyes, and glancing back at the cuffs he has on. He rips them off without hesitation, sending the metal falling to the ground.

Sukuna was lying. Yuuji barely was dipping into the subspace, and you know his limits well enough. Sukuna was out because he wants to be out with you. But alas, you want to see how far this will go, so you continue to play with him. A fake pout covers your face and you sigh. “Those were Yuujis favorite cuffs, was that necessary?” Not a lie. 

Sukuna dramatically stretches his hands out, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. He still remains on his knees. “Annoying things. Not like they would work on me.”

“Yeah, because they weren't for you.”

He stares at you, flashing his teeth. “He could have broken out of them too.”

“But he wouldn't have. He is good.” Your foot presses on his thigh, where it was previously resting, and Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you. You were into this, he could tell. 

But he wasnt going to let you know, that he was also strangely intrigued as to what was going on right here. So, he rolls his eyes, and shifts under your foot, but doesn't move completely. “Doesnt fucking matter. Whatever. Brats pathetic.”

“He’s not. Dont be an ass,” You sigh, leaning back into your chair, and cracking a smile at the ceiling while you think about the scene that is about to unfold. Never would you have thought he would be coming to you. You always had small fantasies of fucking Sukuna, but you would never act on them, frankly because you knew that the curse wasnt interested. He was the one to nearly spit on the two of you during these times. But now, the cards were in his hands.

Sukuna’s hands creep onto your lower leg, and you try your best to ignore it. His nails gently scratch over your skin, and you dont dare to move. Instead, you let out a dramatic breath, and then press onto his thigh again. “Now what do I do…” You, very obviously, prompt, and Sukuna wants to roll his eyes.

“You want me to fuck you, that right?” He in turn teases, seeing if you will take the bait. The both of you are teetering on ice, waiting for eachothers next move.

To this, you lean forward, resting your arms on your knees so that you are face to face with the curse. He doesn't even flinch, just stares with an amused expression, while your fingers trail along his jaw. “But thats not what you want, is it?” You purr, face nearly inches from his. “And besides…Thought you hated me?”

He grins at you, smile borderline predatory. “I do. You make my vessel do disgusting things.”

“You watch us a lot, don't you Sukuna?”

He falters for a second, and then suddenly he feels your foot moves from his thigh, and toward his boxers. Yuuji was only wearing his black briefs when he was sent to Sukuna's domain. “Do you get off to it?”

The familiar glare replaces the smile, and his nails dig into your skin, harsh in warning, but not enough to draw blood. “As if. You two make me sick. You are corrupting the brat. You're disgusting.”

He can tell he is beginning to tick you off, but he does not mind, especially the way your foot slowly begins to press down on his cock. “Then why are you here Sukuna?”

“To fuck you,” He quips, rolling his eyes as if it was the obvious – he did already tell you this. The hand on your leg doesn't let up, and he hitches a breath when you step almost uncomfortably hard on him. A shiver runs down his spine, and he loathes the fact that maybe he is getting off to this.

“And why would I allow you to?”

But alas, his pride would never let up. “Allow me to? You think you can tell me what to do all of the sudden. I could kill you in a heartbeat.”

You roll your eyes at his bared teeth and the narrowed red eyes that are looking up toward you. “You are the one kneeling before me.” 

He doesn't move from his position and the two of you stare in silence. You restrain from voicing your approval, not wanting to piss the already tempermental curse off. 

Sukuna sighs and taps on the skin of your leg, signalling you to continue. “Get on with it. I want to see how gross your desires can be.”

“Will you be good for me and listen?”

“Is that what the boy does?”

You cock your head to the side, fighting the urge to furrow your eyebrows at him. “Yuuji? You know the answer to that question, you voyeur.”

The curse pinches at his brow, obviously peeved by your statement, and you cant help but giggle lightly at hin. “Not a voyeur. Just want…Whatever. Now for fucks sake, do something. Yes, yes I'll listen, do you want me to bark or some shit? I am not as pathetic and moldable as your other toy.”

The slap comes quick, sending a stinging sensation to his cheek, and Sukunas eyes nearly pop out of his head. He slowly brings his hands up to his face, touching the now pinkened skin, before turning to you. He didnt even have time to process it, or get angry about it, before you spoke. "Enough with the insults to Yuuji. Are you looking for some sort of attention?”

“Fuc-”

Another slap directly to the same spot, and Sukuna knows this time that he could have blocked it. You were a human, your attacks were slow, weak. But he didnt block. He let you do this. He was going mad, he had to be. 

His face stings, and your hand comes forward to grip at his jaw. He tries to hide a wince, but you watch him clench his teeth together. “Are you done?”

He had two choices in the matter. One to keep, willingly, Sukuna notes with much hesitancy, get slapped around, or he can get his dick possibly wet. He came for the latter, and so he will abide, even if it damaged his pride. He looks away, and that is the best answer you'll get. “Good. Well that was easy. Does your face hurt?”

Sukuna barks a laugh, and you raise your eyebrows. “Do you have any perception of how weak you are?”

You raise your hand up immediately to strike, and the curse flinches, preparing for what was to come next. But you just keep your hand there, eyes widening in glee, while Sukuna borderline growls. He doesn't say anything though, so you lower your hand, and rest it on his head. The act causes his whole body goes rigid, but he continues to remain silent.

“I want you to put your hands behind your back.” Your first command toward him, and Sukuna, as embarrassing as it is, feels his heart begin to pound. His mouth goes dry, and he slowly releases them from your leg and slides them behind him, his wrists crossing over. 

A playful smile pulls at your lips, and you lean over to him, ruffling up his hair as if he was some sort of dog to be pet. “Good little curse!”

Sukuna's heart pounds in his chest, and he begins to grow restless. His cock throbbed pathetically at the words, and he was embarrassed to admit that the praise felt nice. Different than the deranged pleasure he felt from the slap, and the harsh tone, but….Good overall. He nods with a scoff. “Yeah, yeah. Can you fucking hurry up.”

His hips gently buck into the pad of your sock, and you try your best to stay calm. He was liking it, all of it was so weird, but endearing, so you didnt move to stop him. “Are you getting frustrated, ‘kuna?”

The nickname has him catching his breath, and shifting on the pads of feet. The tone of your voice was sickenly sweet, and if he allowed himself to, Sukuna could melt into it. He tries to hold some of his dignity. “N-No,” He stutters out, and then curses under his breathe of how stupid he must sound. He quickly recuperates himself. “What do you want from me, you sick fuck?”

“Anything I want?”

“Don't hold your breath.”

You slowly remove your foot from his crotch, and the curse bites his tongue to hold back a complaint. He watches your eyes travel to the ceiling, lost in thought, before you turn back to him with a small grin. “Take your boxers off, and then put your hands back where they were. Exactly where they were.”

Sukuna was not shy, and neither were you, so he is quick to remove the article of clothing. Though of course this was Sukuna, so it was unnecessarily dramatic. He slices the thin fabric open with a single nail, and then throws the useless cloth away. Then he sighs when he looks down. “Of course the brat is small.”

Yuuji was many things, but small was definitely not one of them. He is well over the average size, and it was borderline intimidating. If Sukuna was calling Yuuji small then you didnt even want to know what the curse was carrying. “Small compared to your inhuman-freakish cock?”

“-s”

Your furrow you eyebrows and hum in question.

Sukunas grin is cocky, his body reeking of arrogance, even if he was the one kneeling. “You forgot the “s”. Cocks. Plural.”

Your face controrts to first shock, fear, and then finally lands on distain. “That's disgusting.”

“You say that now but when you are drooling on them later–” Another slap across the face, and Sukuna actually didn't see this one coming. It stuns him speechless for a moment, but then he shivers, cupping his cheek with one of his hands. His eyes flicker to you, but they don't hold any disdain in them – he simply just watches, curious of your next move.

He fails to notice the glob of precum that falls onto the floor after the slap. “Ah, are you leaking Sukuna? Does getting hit turn you on?”

It may be the pain, or may be the psychological aspect of it all. If he says something wrong, he gets punished, and for some reason or another, that drives him insane with desire. He gulps, taking a deep breath to regain his composure. “Of course not. I am not the pervert here.”

“But I bet I could make you do some perverted things.”

His cock, as humiliating as it is, likes the sound of that. It noticeably twitches, and he hopes that more pre doesn't slip out before starting anything. His hands shift from behind his back, but he doesnt dare to move them. “Yeah? How far does your twisted mind go?”

“Far. But I dont want to scare you off too badly tonight,” You sigh, leaning back comfortably in your chair. Sukuna holds off a growl, peeved at how you worded the statement. “Guess you can just hump my leg.”

He laughs, loud and proudly, but your smile withstands. You rest your cheek on your palm, and you wait for the booming laugh to die down. It does, not after long, and slowly when he realizes that you arent joking, the curse glares as you. “Oh fuck off. I told you I am not to be your dog.”

You sigh, and stand up from your chair. “Guess we will end here for the night then. Send Yuuji back when he is well rested.”

A clawed hand wraps around your leg, and Sukuna bares his teeth at you. “Fine. I'll do it. Would you stop being so dramatic?” He gets out through clenched teeth.

You nod and sit back down in your chair, kicking your leg out. Sukuna eyes it, as if unsure of what to do. “Mount it,” You encourage, shaking your limb ever so gently.

“I know how to, you fucking idiot,” He bites, and then slowly uses his knees to push himself forward. His red eyes lock onto yours, and he stares at you the entire time as he straddles you. Your foot rests beneath his body, and his cock barely grazes your lower knee. One hand rests on the back of your leg for security, and the other onto the edge of your chair.

You gulp, and move your leg upward, pinning his cock in between his stomach and the skin of your leg. The curse doesnt dare to move, and he holds a wince when he glances at the glob that drips from his tip and smears onto your leg. A token sign that he is unbelievably turned on. “Drooling over me already? I'm flattered.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Bite your tongue before I rip it off.” 

You don't even flinch at the threat, instead applying more force upward, making the curse curl inward on himself as he tries to lift his hips upward, away from the foot. “Get on with it,” You command, leaving no room for complaints. 

His eyes flicker toward you when he hears the strictness in your tone, and he blinks when you glare at him. He gulps, ignoring the pleasant shiver that runs down his spine. But he doesn't dwell on it, because you lower your leg again, and he is free to move. His hands feel strangely shaky, but he hides it well, not wanting to know how much power, Sukuna is discovering quickly, you have over him. 

He lines his cock to the middle of your leg, and thrusts forward without much hesitancy. The skin is soft, and it glides over with little resistance, and Sukuna’s eyes are glued to the spot. 

Its strange, not as pleasurable like all the previous women he has fucked, nor a warm throat, but for some reason or another, it sends his head spinning.

His hips retreat, and they push themselves upward against the plush of your leg. Eventually he falls into a steady motion, entranced by his actions. It's pathetic, and gross, but why did it feel so good? A leg shouldnt be pleasurable –  it doesnt wrap around his cock like he wants it to, but it is strangely addicting. 

He realizes quickly why it feels that way – Sukuna is no idiot. He likes the psychological part behind it. He likes that he is kneeling for you, and getting off to something so measly as this. It makes him feel gross compared to you – nothing more than skum, and you, must be some sort of god. It turns him on so much he can barely stand it.

His head falls forward, and it taps onto your thigh. His whole body seems to tremble, and the timing of his thrusts seems to pick up – they are quicker, frantic, and his cock nearly slides off more than it should. 

Your fingers fall to his head, and this time he doesnt move, in fact he seems to melt into the touch. This was weird, and you were both intrigued, and slightly scared. “You really seem to be liking this, huh?”

He doesn't respond for a long second, maneuvering his fingers to hold onto the back of your  leg with his thumbs left in front of the limp. It provides a makeshift “O” and finally the curse feels like he is actually fucking something, rather than just grinding. “There ya go,” He mumbles to himself, as if lost in a trance. His cock slides itself between your leg and his thumbs, and its driving him insane.

When he doesnt respond, you tug backward on his hair, forcing him to look up at you. To your surprise, he doesnt glare at you, nor let out a biting remark; instead, the curse moans. Its low, and holds a sort of vibration to it, but definitely there. “Oh you fucking freak.”

He lets out a lazy grin, neck uncomfortably craned upward. You watch the way he licks at his teeth, and he breathes out, “More.”

You press your leg deeper into him, and Sukuna in response lets out another gutteral moan, except this one holds a whine to it. The sound travels straight to your groin, and you sit up in your chair, eyes slightly widening. “What changed, king? Dont tell me your getting off to grinding against a mere human peasant like me?”

He lets out a small, breahthless laugh, but doesnt dare stop his motions. “Just this once. Just this once let me, and th-then I swear you are dead.”

Your leg is glistening in some small areas, from when he leaked and spread it into the skin with his tip. He stares at your face the entirety of it, even when you look away to glance at his cock. “But ‘kuna, whose leg will you frot against if you kill me? Aw dont tell me, youll find another to cling to. Y’know I am the only one who can take care of you.”

You drop his head and he goes back to resting his forehead on your knee. His pants are warm against your leg, and you feel him shake his head.

You are right of course. He would never dare show another this side of him to another. He doesnt want to either, even if he never would admit it outloud. “J-Just stop it. Please.”

Please was not in the king of curses vocabulary. Your eyes widen with glee. “How much do you like it? Tell me, does my leg feel good?”

“Does. Fuck. Fuck, I hate you. I hate you.” He nods his head into your leg, hiding his face. His body turns a shade similar to his hair, and it begins to glisten with sweat from his movements. He lets out small breathless moans, and stares at the tip moving up and down the fake color.

His body seems to curl around you your limb, as if trying to trap it in his hold. His lips, much to your surprise, press themselves to your knee and you can hear the smallest chant.  “Love it. ‘S mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

You raise your eyebrows at the deranged, borderline creepy words.  “So you hate me, but love my leg? Don't tell me you got some strange fetish.”

You feel his canines hover over the space just above your knee, a small warning from the curse. You blink at him, surprised by the small resistance, but dont do much. He licks at the flesh a second later, and pulls away. You have to bite back a laugh.

His hands by this point have dropped, and are instead clawing at your chair. He doesnt need them anymore, considering that he is so close to you that that his stomach and your leg are stimulating him on both sides.

“Fuck. I'm close,” Sukuna mumbles into your skin, pressing himself impossibly closer. You wish you had your phone to take a picture – he was basically cradling your leg as if it was some sort of prized possession.

“Are you asking me for permission?”

“N-No. ‘m not. Can I?” He paws at your thighs, nails threatening to dig into your skin. Of course he would never, at least not in this meager state.

“No.”

He bares his teeth at you and glares, but his eyes convey his true feeling: panicked. His pace doesn't slow though, and your leg is now sticky from the amount of precum lost. “I-Im going to whether you like it or not. Fuck. Fuck you. I hate you. Ngh, can you just–just agree!”

His mouth is back onto your knee, sending it sloppy kisses, and small bites. His tip is pulsing red, and it begins to throb. His legs were beginning to tremble, and he tries to focus on not cumming. For some unknown reason, Sukuna wants you to allow him to.

“But you were a brat all day? Boys who threaten death, dont deserve certain privileges,” You hum, and then run your fingers through his hair. “But I am a mere human, and you the king of curses. Why would you listen to my commands?” 

Sukuna bites his lip, immediately tearing blood. It dribbles down his chin, but he is quick to wipe it off, and reheal himself. His brows furrow and he scowls at the floor. The only noises let out are the grunts of his movements, and the moans that seem to get higher in pitch with each coming second. 

He is lost in thought. The curse doesnt understand why he wants permission, but he needs it. He cant cum without it, it was bound to dissapoint you if he did. The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth, and finally, the pathetic words that he has been thinking this entire night come spilling out. “Cause I want you to! Command me, give me orders, do something to me. J-Just I–fuck! I need it!” 

“Why?”

He was growing frustrated and more panicked as the seconds go by. He was moments from cumming. “Because I–I ngh–Want to please you! Would you just fucking…” He warbles, praying that tears don't come. “Let me cum. I beg you. Let me. I'll do anything.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, and blood flows to your crotch. His watery eyes blink up at you, and he continues to rut against you, like some sort of dog. But thats what he is, or seems to want to be. So, you cock your head to the side, and provide him with a lazy grin. “Go ahead, Fido.”

His red eyes seem to light up at the approval, and he nods to himself as if bewildered by your agreement. But, he does follow through with the plea, and suddenly he is cumming. His whole body trembles, and he holds onto your leg with such force that you have to slide your hands on to of his, in a slight warning to be gentle. Cum shoots out onto your leg, but you can barely see it, considering his body has caved in on himself. He continues to rub himself out even through it all, as he pants into your knee. The curse wears a lazy grin through it all, and lets out small high in pitch moans. 

He collapses backward, landing on his ass and panting to catch his breath. You glance away for a second, at most two, to look at the cum stained on your leg. A chuckle falls from your lips. 

When Sukuna recovers, he goes straight back to scowling at you. In a heartbeat, he stands over you, borderline growling at you. His nails dig into your shoulders, and your eyes widen at the quickness of it all. Then he leans forward, a near inch away from your ear he whispers, “Don't get your hopes up. This will never happen again. Do you hear me?”

His nail presses uncomfortably hard into your skin, and so you are forced to nod. And with that your vision goes black.

For the next two weeks, Sukuna doesnt conjure up on Yuujis body anytime you are around. You dont mind it too much – it did save you from bickering with the arrogant prick. But to be honest, you were a little disappointed, having call his bluff. 

You werent disappointed for long.

Low and behold, two weeks later from the incident, you find yourself faced to face with the King of Curses, who was already kneeling before you. 

He glares at you, teeth on full display, as if he didnt realize what position he has put you guys in. “If you mention this to anyone, I will tear you to shreds.” Is all that he says.

But you arent too picky. So you grin, and hold your leg out.

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[auras-moonstone]

passionate as sin — ethan landry

word count: 2.6k

pairing: camp counselor!ethan landry x camp counselor!fem!reader

summary: ethan and y/n find out that kissing is more passionate when hatred is involved and fraternising is considered a sin.

warnings: none!

The rivalry between Garden Gate Camp and Holiday House Camp was something exciting for the campers and dreading for the owners. Y/N's family camp had existed for way too long, due to it being a family legacy. And then, just a few short years ago, the Landrys appeared in the picture to make their lives a mess by setting their camp right next to theirs. While the newest one was more advanced and modern, the other one was cozier and homier.

To summerise it, the business competition created hatred and enmity between these two families, especially between the dads—although Y/N and Ethan came in close second.

The two teenagers have spent their summers arguing and pulling pranks on each other ever since they met. One would think that now, being 20-year-olds, they would've grown out of a prank war that started when they were 15.

"Nice shirt! Your dad will love it." the curly-haired boy laughed once Y/N stepped out of the dressing room.

"You're a pervert, I was showering!" Y/N hit him with her wet towel, causing him to whimper in pain.

The boy had sneaked into the dressing room and changed her Garden Gate Camp counselor t-shirt for a Holiday House Camp one. "Don't worry, I made sure to hear the water running before I got in. Let me take a pic, this will be good for our socials."

"You put your phone near my face and I'll make you swallow it." Y/N said between gritted teeth.

"Fine, fine." he put his phone back on his pocket. "You look good in that shirt."

"You could've at least given me the right size." she groaned as she tried to fix the shirt that barely reached her belly button and was tight as leather. "I don't think I can get out of it. For real."

"I'll gladly help you with that." Ethan smirked, which motivated her to hit him with the heavy towel again. "Ouch! Y/N, it's a wet towel, it fucking hurts."

"That's why I'm hitting you with it, Einstein!"

"Whatever." Ethan said rubbing his arm. "There's a party tonight, at my camp. You and your friend are invited."

Y/N frowned. "First of all, why the hell are you inviting me? Second, I'd rather die than get caught at your stupid party."

"I'm not inviting you because I want to." he scoffed, as if the implication of wanting her there was ridiculous. "My friend, Anika, is interested in your friend Mindy and she asked me to invite her. I assume she wouldn't like going alone, so you can go too, I guess."

"So thoughtful." she rolled her eyes. "No promises."

"So you won't go?" Ethan asked.

Y/N's shoulders slumped. "I guess I will, but just because Mindy is interested in her too."

"Awesome." the boy said with fake enthusiasm. "Party starts at midnight."

"Can't wait." she showed him her fakest smile.

"By the way, I wasn't lying. You really do look good in that shirt." he said before leaving.

Y/N walked away, cheeks on fire. He was an irritating, infuriating, exhasperating asshole. But he was also hotter than hell, which made him even more annoying because she couldn't help but feel heated by his words.

Y/N and Mindy managed to sneak in through the fence that separated both camps. The owner's daughter still couldn't comprehend why it had been necessary for the Landrys to set a camp just right next to another one. But oh well, it was what it was.

"There they are." Y/N tilted her head towards Anika and Ethan, who were doing their job as counselors in one corner.

"Hey, thanks for doing this." Mindy said as they made their way to them.

“Of course, Minds. I know how much you like her.”

“I was hoping you’d change your mind.” Ethan spoke with an exaggerated tone of disappointment when the girls reached them.

“And pass the opportunity to annoy you in your own territory? No way.” Y/N flashed him a venomous smile before turning to Anika. “Hey, Ani. Nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N/N” she smiled sweetly. Despite the rivalry Y/N had with her friend, she had always been super kind to Anika. “Want to dance, Minds?”

“Sure.” Mindy looked at Y/N, silently asking her if she was okay with it. Y/N sent her a subtle nod, and both girls got lost amongst the campers.

“They’re cute together.” Y/N said.

“They are.” Ethan agreed. He passed her a can of beer, which she thanked with a nod.

“You know, it took two people’s help to get me out of that shirt.”

“And sadly, I wasn’t one of them.” he made a clicking sound with his tongue while shaking his head.

“That’s the second time you mention wanting to get my shirt off me. Are you that desperate?” Y/N smirked, taking a sip of her drink.

Ethan eyed the way her throat moved as she swallowed “And you blush every time I mention it. Are you that desperate?” he mirrored her smirk and took a sip of his beer too. His lips were glistening, soaked by the drink, and for a moment the sight left Y/N in a trance.

She hadn’t noticed how tempting his lips were. They were round and full, and she got the sudden urge to trace them with her finger and feel how soft they were. Y/N looked up and their eyes met. Ethan had caught her eyeing his lips, but he didn’t look smug like she would’ve expected. Instead, he held her stare with intensity and she noticed them turn darker.

The air instantly got thick, their skins turned hot and breaths turned uneven. Their bodies stiffened, feeling their hearts accelerating and a swarm of electricity ran from the top of their heads right to the tip of their toes.

Their magnetic field grew stronger with the passing of seconds, until the mood was broken when something bumped against Y/N’s shoulder, making her fall into Ethan’s side.

“Shit, sorry. Tripped over my own feet.” the guy apologised. He was tall, though not as tall as Ethan. He had short dark brown hair that fell to the sides of his face like a curtain, and an amazing bone structure. He was handsome and Y/N wondered why that camp was filled with such good-looking people.

“It’s okay.” Y/N smiled weakly. She didn’t know if she should be glad or mad that the moment was ruined.

“I’m James, camp counselor.” the guy presented himself. He inspected her face carefully. “Wait, aren’t you Y/N? From Garden Gate?”

“Yup, if you tell anyone you saw me here, I’ll kill you.”

The boy laughed. It was deep and rough, extremely attractive. “My lips are sealed. But I’ll be extra careful if you accept dancing with me.”

Y/N could feel Ethan’s eyes on the side of her face, expectant to hear her answer. James was gorgeous, and in other circumstances she wouldn’t have hesitated, but right now she wasn’t dying to dance with him. On the other hand, if she stayed with Ethan, she’d have to acknowledge the strange moment that happened between them.

“Just for a bit, I’m not much for dancing.” she finally said. And when she felt Ethan’s stare on her back as she walked away with James, part of her regretted her decision.

“What the fuck was that?” Ethan asked, leaning against the wall next to the doorframe, when Y/N exited the bathroom. She had excused herself from the dance floor, leaving James alone, and Ethan took his opportunity to get the irrational anger off his chest.

“You’ll have to be more specific, Landry.”

“You, dancing with James. Didn’t your father teach you not to fraternise with the enemy?” his jaw was clenched and his body burning with rage.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Anika is also fraternising with the enemy, yet I don’t see you mad over that.”

She had a point. Truth was, he had wanted to punch James so badly when he saw his hands gripping Y/N’s waist and the way she was smiling up at him as she swayed her hips in such an hypnotic way. Ethan didn’t know what was going on with him, but he knew that he and Y/N had an undeniable chemistry. And he wanted to dive into it.

“You’re right.” Ethan said after a few seconds.

“Great. Can you move?” Y/N asked, as his tall frame was blocking the door.

He didn’t budge. “You’re not going back to him.” Ethan stated calmly.

Y/N scoffed. “Why do you care if I go back to him or not?”

Ethan took a step closer, leaving them chest to chest. Y/N had to tilt her head up to look at him properly. Her confused eyes made contact with his darkened ones. The kind of dark that made Y/N’s insides melt. She set her hands on his hard chest, while his found her hips.

None of them knew who got rid of the distance, nor did they care. The only thing that mattered was that their lips were pressed together in one heated, breathtaking and passionate kiss.

They kissed like they were liberating the tension they had been accumulating through the years, like they were letting out the anger that every prank, insult, glare and hurtful comment had made them feel. They kissed like it was something they had been wanting to do for a long time and never realized—or never wanted to realize.

“Hate you so much.” Y/N slurred between kisses as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him inside the bathroom, pining him to the now closed door. “You’re so good at this. I hate you.”

“I hate you more. Seeing you with someone else makes me furious, and I hate you for that.” he descended his kisses to her neck, collarbone and shoulders. Those kisses were softer and slower, as if he just wanted to feel her skin with his lips.

“I hate that your lips are soft and that I’m already addicted to them.” she said as she played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“I hate how many times I’ve dreamt about this, and I hate even more that this is better than anything I’ve ever imagined.” he lifted her up and set her on the counter.

Y/N’s hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him even closer. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, it makes me so mad.”

“Tell me about it. Just my luck, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen is also the bane of my existence.” he squeezed the back of her neck.

“Good thing we found something to help us release our anger.” she bit his lip so hard that it drew blood.

“Asshole.” he cursed. Then, an idea passed through his mind and a grin appeared. Before Y/N could address the weird reaction, Ethan attacked her neck making her squirm.

“Ethan, what the fuck!”

“Have fun explaining that to your father, sweetheart.” he smiled devilishly. Stepping back, after giving her one more short kiss, he opened the bathroom door. “See you tomorrow.”

“This changes nothing, prank war is still on.” she said with a glare.

How he loved when she got all angry with him. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. But it does change things, we can still have our little rivalry, hate each other, but I’m the only one who gets to kiss those pretty lips, understood?”

“I don’t know.” she scrunched her nose and gave him teasing eyes. “I’m kinda curious to know how James kisses.”

“You can try, but we both know you’ll came back to me.”

Y/N was sure that was true, but she wasn’t going to admit that. “Oh, yeah? Why so confident?”

“Because our chemistry is unmatched. And because I know that if you truly wanted to know how James kisses, you would’ve already made a move. You always go for what you want.”

The fact that he knew her so well made Y/N’s heart go crazy. “Meet me tomorrow at the fence after 8pm?”

Ethan shook his head, and Y/N hid her disappointment. But then, he went and made her cheeks flush when he said, “That’s seems like eternity, need to see you earlier than that. Before breakfast? At the fence.”

Y/N tried not to smile. “Okay.”

Ethan couldn’t help himself, and walked towards her again to kiss her once more. Just one kiss and they were both turned into fools. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

The thing that started between them was like a sin. Their parents would never approve, but that’s what made it so passionate and exciting.

[tinkerbelle05]

Single parent Bruce Wayne batkids being protective and (healthy) possessive over Bruce?? Batkids who have differing opinions on who Bruce should date?? Yes, yes, yes!!

I imagined that the kids are pretty used to Bruce going on dates as Brucie Wayne, to keep up the playboy persona. All of them have worried about varying degrees. Some took the time to do background checks on the person he was going out with and others decided to spy on them.

Hell, they would’ve been doing just that if Alfred hadn’t stopped them. Said something about how Bruce is an adult who can make his own decisions. They all knew the butler was lying through his teeth.

But they were all comforted by the fact that Bruce didn't have any feelings. That most likely, there would be no second dates with that person, they would fade into the faceless void that was the Gotham elite.

That assurance wrapped them up in a blanket when Bruce was out later than he was supposed to. When he came back happy and giggling rather than the usual indifference or just exhaustion.

“This is weird, right?” Duke questioned one day. They were all in the kitchen waiting for brownies that Jason was stress baking them.

“What is?” Jason asked-mumbled as he was setting the timer.

There was a definite tension in the air around them. For a full house of people, it was quiet. Just the sound of mindlessly scrolling on the phone and Jason’s baking filled it. The silence lingered either way.

“That we have this protectiveness of Bruce,” he explained. “Like he goes out for a ‘date’ and look at us. All nervous and fidgety. I mean, it’s been an hour and no arguments between Tim and Dami.”

No one had an answer for that. It was one of those that were complicated and simple all at once. Bruce was a person with feelings even though he tries to hide them, they are present. They exist. And he breaks, easy and often. And shouldn’t that be reason enough? Because he’s a person who has so much love to give but has been burned too many times.

But continues to love either way.

“Because he’s our dad and no one’s ever gonna be good enough for him, duh.” Jason answers, unfiltered and blunt. He was the most vocal in opposition to these dates in the first place, or Bruce going on dates in general.

“But it's all fake though? We all know that for him it might as well be another business meeting.”

Jason opened his mouth to respond when Bruce walked in, and as usual he was bombarded with a million questions. Duke’s question was forgotten by all of them.

“Where did you go?”

“What did you do?”

“Who was it?”

“How was it?”

“Guys, guys, calm down,” Bruce chuckles, “I just got into the house. Let me settle in first.” There was a faint redness of his cheeks, a glint in his eyes.

That only suggest trouble.

“And also, my date isn’t the type of person you guys are thinking of,” he starts off, walking towards the den. His kids follow him like little ducklings following their mother. “It was Harvey Dent “

“The fucking D.A?! Two Face??” Jason yells, alarmed. Harvey Dent wasn't the type to have fake dates with people.

“It was a real date,” Bruce admits to them. He gets comfortable on the couch and all of his kids surround him, preparing to latch on to every word. “Only Alfred knew about it because we know how you kids can get. I really like him, and I know that you have your suspicions, especially about him. So, please?”

“No!” Jason said, a frown on his face and his arms crossed. “I don’t like him, I don’t trust him, and he isn’t good enough.”

“Jay-“

“I agree with Todd, Father,” Damian cuts in. “My mother is a more suitable choice if we’re being honest.”

“Eh, if we are actually being honest, it’d be Superman.”

“Superman?!” Jason questions with disgust written all over his face. “Dickface, I know you have some hero worship going on with him, but that's the most basic of basic.”

“Plus, it’d be weird if I was dating my Dad’s boyfriend’s son,” Tim added.

“For once, Drake is correct. Neither Dent nor the alien is the correct choice for Father. Like I-”

“No, little brother,” Cass said.

“Yea, I agree with Cass here, Dames. I just don't see it working out with those two,” Duke agreed.

The argument continued well into the night and in true Wayne fashion, it in a debate style with well-thought powerpoints and some insults thrown in of course. No one had any agreement on who deserved their father.

“Um, do I get to make a decision on this?” Bruce asked in the middle of a laughing fit. It was nice to have the house full with people and laughter.

All of them looked at him with a blank stare and responded with a swift “No”.

[growling]

for the ask game (with either raincode or danganronpa) :

👛 your favorite rare pair?

💕a ship you’d defend with your life?

♠️ favorite protagonist?

(from this ask game)

👛 your favorite rare pair?

I don't think much about danganronpa shipping anymore (my brain is now just permanently rotating enoshima, kamukura, komaeda, ouma and kiibo there like rotisserie chickens instead, i am TOO BUSY!!!), so rain code it is: yumayomi/kokohell/the japanese side calls it yumayomi ig and the english side does not call it anything because no one except me and like 2 other people care. yuma & yomi are just so objectively hilarious as a duo and the possibilities of putting them in Situations are fucking endless nobody does it like they do it. every day another yuma and yomi au idea establishes itself in my mind i am running out of storage room i have so many other things i should care about that aren't wacky rain code yaois but guess what i cannot they won't let me

(also fubuyomi honorable mention. I have to mention fubuyomi they also drive me but I have zero words to describe it. oh and worshipper x priest despite me keeping silent about it for a solid few months i did not forget religious serial killer toxic sludge yaoi anyway have you listened to we will commit wolf murder by of montreal for no reason in particular)

💕a ship you’d defend with your life?

zero hesistation ougoku danganronpa like what is you people's PROBLEM??? "it's abusive" jesse what the fuck are you talking about. Ouma did not "manipulate" him Gokuhara knew exactly what he was doing. Ouma explicitly told him his plans for the Insect Meet and Greet in the FTE's right before the event, and Gokuhara got mad at him because he lied about liking bugs, (which Ouma had to do because you've all seen how Gokuhara reacts to people that don't. you've seen it) NOT because he suddenly realized he was being manipulated or something. So many people dismiss the sheer amount of agency Gokuhara actually had in chapter 4, in favour of painting the situation as just "poor stupid baby gonta got tricked into murder by the big bad ouma :((((" while. he is not STUPID (HE IS LITERALLY A SCIENTIST??) he was not COERCED into his crimes, he was a WILLING ACCOMPLICE!!!!!! I FEEL LIKE I'M LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND!!!!! He did it in a misguided attempt at mercy killing his classmates after finding out the world got fucked and everything sucks now. There are multiple pieces of dialogue that highly imply Ouma did in fact also want to mercy kill the class - which also makes sense as it would end the killing game (you know his. main. true. goal.) This would mean that he only started his plan to become the “mastermind” after Gonta told him to not die with him <- this one's quoted from my favourite dr theory blog jacksmusesdrv3 hello hava good day I couldn't find another way to word this myself. "Ouma faked being sad Gokuhara's about to be/got executed in front of him" his reaction literally parallels Kuzuryuu's to Pekoyama's death buddy. buddy. Ouma's entire thing is that he lies about lying about lying about lying WHY are you taking his word at face value why are you believing whAT THE LIAR IS TELLING YOU?????? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING. PUT ME OUT OF MY FUCKING MISERY I CANNOT TAKE THIS. People treat Gokuhara like he's stupid (which is "funny" (he said through clenched teeth) since isn't that the entire thing everybody ingame severely underestimates him and then. i can't) while he and Ouma are two of some of the smartest people in the game. And! Gokuhara is perfectly capable of lying and having ulterior motives we've all saw him do that right :)))) multiple times right :)))))) Gokuhara even SAYS Ouma didn't trick him BECAUSE HE DIDN'T. HE DID NOT. These two have the some of the most genuine dynamics in dr, and the best in ndrv3, and you dare disrespect them like this. shame on you. SHAME. People always assume the worst in Ouma, and the best in Gokuhara. This is my personal hell. I am not okay.

♠️ favorite protagonist?

Easily Yuma, beating literally all of dr's protags (though dr1 Naegi has second place. I love you Naegi Makoto). Where do I even start? I think I'm too tired after the above rant to articulate myself anymore and I think if I wasn't that essay would take an entire week to finish lmao.

Thanks for the ask anon :3 !!!

[imaginesbymonika]

Tender

Part 1 of 2

Paring: Seth Macfarlane (yes you read that right you bitches that man is hot) x fem!Reader

Plot: After years of being together, Y/N and Seth broke up. She knows that it is all based on a lie, but will he be able to come clean before it's too late?

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, lies

A/N: Made this for @taintedangelbaby because she is the best?? And also check out her tik tok @/skellinqton for really cool and hip and fresh and sexy content!! + Bella Ramseys pronouns are he/his from what I know and found online.

A yawn escapes her red painted lips and Pedro who looks over at his friend chuckles. “Tired?”, he asks, but she only shakes her head before making a sarcastic face in response: „No, not at all.”

Bella who is sitting on the other side of the table laughs at the her tone. Y/N turns her head to face her much younger co-star:”I need you to tell me your secret. We spent nearly the same amount of time on set yesterday evening and you’re still bursting with- with this energy…” What follows are a couple of sharp hand movements at which Bella rolls his eyes.

“Just by being young, I guess.”, he answers. Y/N playfully drops her jaw and her left hand flies up to cover her chest. She lets out a noiseless ‘ouch’, which only earns her a few giggles. Pedro attempts to hide his smile by scratching his upper lip:”You’re being really mean.”

“How old are you again?” “Twenty-one.”, Bella reaches for his champagne glass and winks at Y/N who acts as if she’s having trouble connecting the dots: „Okay… so that makes me…eight years older than you?” “Which are still eight full years.” Pedro simply chuckles: ”Oh my god.”

Y/N rolls her y/e/ced eyes before turning her head to face Pedro again:”Anyway, looks like you and me are in-.” However, the words are suddenly stuck in her throat, while her bright smile fades away. Pedro blinks at her for a few seconds before leaning closer: ”Are you ok?” There is genuine concern and confusion in his deep voice while he studies her features for any signs. A couple of seconds later he twists around in his chair and his brown eyes scan the crowded room. “What are you-.”, Pedro begins talking, but ultimately stops once he discovers what has caught her attention: ”Oh.”

"I'm- I'm sorry.", Y/N gets up. "Wait, what’s wrong.", Bella asks and bends forwards to catch the champagne bottle that is being knocked over by her rapid movements. " I just- I have to pee." Pedro, who is turning back around sees in the corner of his left eye, how the man Y/N was just staring at stands up as well. Bella tries to do the same, but only gets stopped by his costar, who softly holds up his right hand: “Don't."

Y/N strides down the long corridor towards the restroom. She makes her way past actresses and musicians who are all attempting to get her to stop walking, but she merely shakes her head at them. "Later!", she tells them through gritted teeth and a fake smile:" I will find you later, okay? I promise."

Fuck. She had always known that sooner or later their paths would somehow cross again. Considering how they are working in the same industry it would have been pretty unrealistic to believe that she would never see him again. Y/N looks into the mirror and swallows thickly. But she was hoping to have more time.

Four years. They dated for four fucking years before he suddenly swore that they just didn't "work out" anymore.

"You're lying.", Y/N stated, biting her lower lip:" Seth, I know you're lying." "I'm not.", he replied, while his hands were tightly gripping the edge of the kitchen aisle, to the point where his knuckles turned bright white:" I just don't- don't love you anymore." She wanted to call him pathetic, maybe throw some plates through the kitchen. But she couldn't move one single muscle. All she could focus on was how the man in front of her wasn’t capable to look her in the eyes. Y/N stared at him for a few moments, feeling so much tenderness in her chest that for a second she could have sworn her heart was on the verge of bursting. Then she left. And never looked back.

A knock on the door brings her back into reality. Y/N quickly improves her posture and looks at herself in the mirror one last time. When she unlocks the door, she softly smiles down at Bella: "Do you have to go as well?" But Bella shakes his head:" No, I just came to get you because our category is up next. Just in case we win, I think it would be better if you are at the table with us.”

Y/N nods and softly brushes his shoulder: “Lead the way."

"Excuse me.", a voice states and Y/N feels how a shiver runs down her spine. "Oh yeah, sure.", Bella answers and takes a step to the side:" Sorry." Y/N looks up and makes eye contact with Seth. His brown eyes scan her features, and she immediately knows that he came to find her. However, Bella somehow managed to get to her first. He strolls past the two towards the door of the hall.

"That's so weird. I could swear that he was in the main room just a second ago.", Bella speaks, furrowing his eyebrows:" Stalker much?" It makes Y/N's heart drop. Bella doesn't mean to, of course not. As far as she knows, he has no idea that you and Seth used to be engaged.

At the sound of her doorbell, Y/N whines. This has to be a joke. And for a moment she just lays there, hoping… praying that she only imagined things. But when the high-pitched sound continues to fill the calm of her apartment she decides to get up. "What the fuck?", she whispers and rubs her eyes, before peeking through the tiny hole in the front door.

It takes her exhausted eyes a moment to get accustomed to the bright lights of the hallway, but once they focus she takes a step back:" What the fuck?!"

"Y/N?", a hushed voice from outside asks:" Did I- Did I hear your voice? Can you please open the door?" There is a ringing in Y/N's ears that gets worse and worse with each second that passes. "Go home, Seth.", she leans her head against the door and shuts her eyes at the coldness. "Please, open the door. I just want to talk."

A scoff leaves her lips, followed by a tired smile:" No fucking way. I am not going to open the door. You can talk from over there." Y/N understands that as soon as she does, she will let him into her apartment. And fuck, she can't do that.

[polyklok]

l m o q (fluff) & d g i x w (nsfw) for nathan if it isnt too much to ask for <3

L- Little Ones

Not as awkward as you would expect. I mean, Nathan is always kinda awkward around most people, but he’s fairly nice with kids! He’ll be friendly and joke around. If it’s kids that he knows, like back in Florida or something, it’s really cute to watch him wrestle them and pretend to lose. Oh god Nathan is so adorable

As for having kids of his own…He doesn’t know. He’ll look into it if you show interest, but the thought is super scary to him. He won’t bring it up.

M- Morning

Once the two of you are settled in, you have a daily routine, and start to regularly sleep in his room, he develops a rule; You two have to start the morning together.

If he wakes up first, he’s gonna wait until you wake up to even get out of bed. He expects you to do the same for him. He is not mentally well enough to begin his day until he has gotten a “Good Morning” and an accompanying kiss from you. It’s sweet but also a bit creepy cause he’s gonna stare blankly at your sleeping body until you get up.

Once that is done and over with, he likes to do everything in-sync with you. While you’re getting dressed, brushing teeth, yadda yadda, he usually recalls his vivid dreams to you. It helps him blow off some stress to have someone else know about the horrific and graphic imagery, even if it’s just through words.

Also I’m not sure where else to put this but Nathan likes morning sex.

O- Open

Yikes. For the first few months of your relationship, Nathan’s gonna be faking everything. Artificial enthusiasm, overkill on gestures, words that aren’t genuine. He’s had a lot of relationships where he liked the idea of someone more so than their actual personality, so he’s gotten use to lying his way through a relationship.

But, he does learn to trust you. He’ll ease up on acting how he thinks a boyfriend should act and actually begins to, well, be a boyfriend. He’ll let you know how he’s feeling, some ideas for Dethklok he’s working on, things like that. With more time, he’ll even come to you for advice and trust you with emotional baggage.

It’s a slow climb, but it’s a sure one, and having someone there for him just makes him feel so loved.

Q- Quizzes

He wants to be able to remember all the little things about how and then bring it up again later in a sweet way, like a gift or something. He really, really wants to. But he just can’t. He can’t memorize any of it for shit. Sometimes is brain will tell him that you said something he could turn into a romantic opportunity, but it won’t tell him what you said. He gets so mad at himself.

So, he starts using his notebook! Usually, he writes down potential song titles and lyrics. But now, right next to “old man dying in a river of blood and pus” he writes down things like “favorite flavor is strawberry”

D- Dirty Secret

Anytime he sees you get mad…oh man.

You yell, you start making violent gestures, you’re face gets twisted up in anger, even start spewing threats. Whether it’s directed at someone else or even him, he just goes fucking crazy for it. He feels really guilty too, he shouldn’t be having dirty thoughts while you’re in emotional distress. But he can’t help it, he loves when you snap and go apeshit. That’s why he can’t handle serious arguments with you, he’s spilt up between mad about the disagreement, upset that the two of you are fighting, incredibly fucking horny, and guilty that he’s horny.

If you happen to catch onto this, you should totally act aggravated and insult him a little bit while making out. He’s gonna love it.

G- Goofy

Nope! Not at all!

He just doesn’t think the bedroom is the place for jokes, it kills his mood. If you happen to make any, he’ll straight up ignore you….I don’t have much else to say. Just. Nope.

I- Intimacy

Most of the time, he’s gonna be rough and powerful and controlling of you. But he definitely sparks some very passionate moments when he wants to.

He does a google search first, so it’s all gonna be a smidge stereotypical; Romantic date beforehand, lots of flirting and affection, flowers, candles, and some sexy music. He takes his sweet time with the foreplay, making sure he focuses on all your most sensitive spots and getting you to make some gorgeous noises for him. The whole time, his ginormous body is gonna be pressing into yours, grunting and growling while he mutters about just how much much loves you and how perfect you are. He might start crying. Nathan never thought himself as the type to get emotional during sex, but he feels so safe with you, he can’t help it. He loves when you kiss away his tears, fighting through moans to tell him your own words of affection. It’s so picturesque and sensual.

X- X-ray

RIP your insides, mate, because they are getting mangled.

8.5 inches fully hard, girthy as hell, circumcised, head-to-base ratio doesn’t matter cause it’s still gonna destroy you, bends slightly upwards when erect, very veiny and slightly hairy. Goddamn. It’s a sight to see but also a pain to deal with. It…might take a while to get used to. He understands, this is not his first radio, and it’s the only reason Rebecca stayed with him.

W- Wild Card

Hmmm…

Nathan is a huge fan of massages. It’s the #1 way to turn him on before, and the #1 way to calm him down after. This guy is huge and he spends hours upon hours just headbanging, his shoulders and neck are constantly aching. He’ll lay on his stomach, you crawl onto his back and just work with his muscle while he groans. He’s willing to pay you back in anyway you want just to get your hands on him.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Mutually destructive (TM)

But don’t worry, they are having fun. Just fair warning, story contains alcohol & other drugs & closely unspecified violence and other terrible coping mechanisms, because they are Isle kids, what did you expect.

Also it's exam season (tm) and I'm not entirely responsible for my mind, so there is that. This is like therapy but cheaper ✨

Anyway, enjoy?

They crashed at Mother Gothel’s place for the night, the old hag having disappeared somewhere or other, though probably to Evil Queens to plot dark rituals involving brutal sacrifice of young maidens or whatever.

Either way, it was not Anthony’s problem, as that mainly meant that her place was free – and that Ginny has invited him and Harriet to spend the night. Or several nights, until someone inevitably remembers they need him and/or (more likely) Harriet to survive and comes looking for them, or until Gothel comes home. Which could take weeks. Her relationship with time was a bit wonky ever since she turned one hundred seventy or so. Anyone’s guess when that was.

But… It’s way past midnight and Anthony’s heart is pounding for all the wrong reasons.

Fucking nightmares.

He wakes up with a start and manages to come to consciousness quickly enough not to scream or accidentally hit or stab any of the girls.

Fucking Isle.

He knows he won’t fall asleep again tonight.

So he carefully gets up from the bed, trying not to disturb the girls – they deserve to sleep, you know?

But before he can make more than a step, he sees Harriet stirring: She was sleeping with one around Ginny and the other carelessly thrown over her eyes, as if to block out the light.

She is now looking at him in between her fingers.

„Ssh, love. Go back to sleep,“ he whispers at her, still softly as not to wake up still sleeping Ginny.

…And she’s glaring at him. How nice.

„Seriously, Harriet. Go back to sleep–“

„I wasn’t sleeping,“ she tells him, voice quite raspy. But then again, that might just be from yelling at the pirates day and night, so Anthony is not gonna argue.

„Where are you going?“

„…Nowhere.“

„Asshole.“

Ginny stirs too and Harriet moves her hand into her hair, and without missing a beat, she accuses him of lying to her and of having nightmares. Like, she is right, on both accounts. She just has no right to say it out loud.

He glares at her too.

And of course, still petting through Ginny’s wild curls, she has the bloody audacity to smile at him – more teeth than anything else – and say: „Let’s go do something.“

He gestures to Ginny: „She’s sleeping.“

„She wouldn’t mind.“

Ginny, apparently minding the sound quite a lot, hides her face into Harriet’s neck and fucking whines still mostly asleep. Harriet only shrugs at that.

Anthony sits back down, keeping his bad leg straight, and leans close to Ginny, his lips almost touching her ear:

„Wake up, Sunflower,“ he whispers, and bites down at her earlobe, just because he can.

Harriet laughs at that, and pushes the other girl off herself, ignoring her groans. She sits up and reaches for something under the bed: Her boots, maybe?

…Nope. A bottle of rum. Obviously.

She takes a swig from it and holds the flask out for him, too: He drinks, but grimaces at the taste. Rum will never be his thing, but it’s cheap.

Harriet just cackles and takes it back. And drinks again, because what else would she do?

„Rise and shine, Sunflower,“ he attempts to wake Ginny up again. He half-suspects she’s just faking it at this point.

And really: She turns around, eyes still closed,but one hand dramatically draped over her forehead.

„Shut up–,“ she groans, „I need my beauty sleep.“

In response, Harriet throws her cape at her.

„I’ll strangle you with that, Captain,“ complains Ginny, yawning exasperatedly „But not now. In the morning“

Both Anthony and Harriet laugh at that, ignoring Ginny hiding her face in the fabric of the cape, even though none of them has turned the lights on.

„Get up, Gin,“ decides Harriet in a voice that is far from her best command tone, „We’re going somewhere.“

She already has her coat and boots on.

„The End of the World?“ asks Anthony. It is quite nice on the reefs, and they can’t see Auradon from that side of the Isle.

He too stands up to get his boots and jackets.

„The Skull Rock?“ shoots Harriet back.

„Ew. Water. Bones..“

„Fuck you. The skull rock is an iconic place of my father’s story and it looks cool as fuck. Aesthetic, Tremaine. You wouldn’t understand.“

„Back to sleep,“ complains Ginny again, and throws her hairbrush at Hariet, who doesn’t even flinch as it hits her.

She deserved that anyway for that comment about aesthetic.

Anthony takes mercy at Ginny, then. Well, mercy… That depends on how one takes that.

He leans close to her, pushing away the cape, and says: „Come with us, Sunflower. I’ll carry you until you wake up…“ he promises her. He just wants to get out of there, you know? Do anything.

„Fine,“ allows Ginny, finally sitting up and slipping her feet into her shoes, „But only because you’re asking so nicely.“

He smiles at her, sacharine, as he helps her into her cape like the gentleman that he is.

And then,as he promised, he quite easily lifts her off her feet and starts walking, only stumbling a little. Which Ginny either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

Harriet, however, barks out a cruel laugh:

„You’re gonna carry her? I thought you were joking!“

And she gestures at him, as if to hand Ginny over.

He gives her a look that would freeze most other Isle inhabitants on the spot. Which, unsurprisingly, doesn’t phrase her at all.

„What!“ she snarls, „You think I can’t carry her? Is that because I’m a girl, Lord Tremaine? Huh?!“

He can see her eyes rapidly darkening even across the unlit room.

„Answer me!“

„No, it’s because you’re–“

„Well, you’re basically a cripl!“ With the bottle in hand, she gestures towards his bad leg.

„I,“ he replies stiffly, „Have had a broken leg just few weeks back. And I was going to say: You are drunk, Harriet.“

She breathes in sharply to argue back, but before she can, Ginny lets go of him, annoyed, and quite loudly announces that if they don’t shut up at once, she’ll poison their next meal. Or, in Harriet’s case, probably a drink.

Anthony clicks his jaw back into the place and across the room, Harriet does the same.

„Let’s go to the Skull Rock, then,“ Ginny decides, and Anthony ignores Harriet mouthing „Told you, Tremaine. Aesthetic.“ to the best of his ability.

„If you two really insist on dragging me out of bed. But I want to go to Maddy’s first.“

So Ginny slips out of the door first, and Anthony follows, and as he walks past Harriet, she brushes her fingers against his, squeezing them for less than a heartbeat, which isn’t quite an apology, but that’s alright, because Anthony didn’t ask for one.

They walk through cold Isle night, shoulder to shoulder, and the few people on the streets get out of their way.

They don’t really talk.

Sonn, they get to Maddy’s – Madam Mim’s „Apothecary“, which her descendant correctly took as free real estate to get all sorts of free proviant. And free samples to cook drugs, as you do.

Ginny doesn’t bother knocking or anything, letting herself into the shop via picking the lock. What else are hairpins for? Honestly–

And besides, Anthony is convinced that Mad Maddy doesn’t sleep anyway.

„Maddy!“ calls out Ginny, „Maddy! A visit!“

Sure enough, dear Maddy drops down from the ceiling, probably, and quite unbothered dodges Harriet‘s knife. Good for her, and that is what she gets for surprises.

She and Ginny greet each other by exasperated kisses on the cheeks, and Athony pulls Harriet back, closer to him. She doesn’t argue and doesn’t stab. She does, however, pocket something from one of the shelves.

He loops his arm through hers as they listen to the hushed conversation, which is carried out in some unholy combination of dead languages.

Suddenly, Ginny turns back to them: „Do you want anything? Angel dust? Pixie dust? Seaweed? Regular weed? Good old crack? Cocaine? Well, not that, probably. Ettie? Maddy says she brewed this wicked absinth–“

He can see the gleam in Harriet’s eyes, and he decides he’ll get her the probably absurdly expensive absinth as a gift sometimes. But now, he speaks before she can: „Maybe another time. Just get me some tobacco?“

Both of his girls make a face at that,but it does distract Harriet, and Ginny does turn back to speak with Maddy again anyway.

After few more minutes, some gold exchanges pockets, and Ginny hides away most of her purchase, tucking it to her bra.

She drops the tobacco into his hand and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like „Don’t kiss me.“

He flashes her his best smile.

„No making out at my shop!“ complains Maddy, shooing them away, „This is a respectable business!“

Yeah, totally. Respectable business. Absolutely.

Still, Anthony is a little surprised Harriet kisses him, hard and quick, all teeth and spite. She then kisses Ginny just the same way, flips off Maddy, and walks out of the door. A bit dazed, Anthony follows after her, but hey. Harriet was never one for rules.

Ginny joins them quickly, joint in hand already. Anthony wastes no time in fishing out a lighter and giving her the fire, the joint held between her lips.

„You gonna share, Sunflower?“ asks Harriet.

„Nope,“ answers Ginny, dragging a long breath, eyes half-lidded, „It’s just weed. You aren’t allowed that, Captain Hook.“

„Why, you–!“

„Quiet!“ shouts some hag or another, or maybe Madam Mim herself. Anthony frankly doesn’t care.

As one, the three of them turn around and yell: „Shut the fuck up!“ in the general direction of the voice.

Anthony then takes the girls hands – it’s night, no one can see, it’s just for a moment – and they walk towards the port, towards the reefs and the skull rock.

They walk around the Lost Revenge, and Anthony can see two figures sitting on the railing of the ship, too close to each other and definitely too close to the edge.

There are sharks circling around, but that has never bothered the two of them.

Teeth flash through the dark as Harriet flips her brother off in greeting.

„Sammy and Murph were looking for you,“ he informs her unnecessarily, „But you seem quite busy, sister. I’ll tell them that.“

„Whatever you do, do not tell Calista you saw me.“

„For a price, sister dearest…“

…And that’s how a bit of Ginny’s angel dust ended up in the hands of Lost Revenge’s Captain and first mate, if you were wondering.

Though judging by noises alone, they might have gotten distracted before they took it, too: Anthony is fairly sure he heard them jump into the sea before they rounded the corner, as to not walk around Hope.

„Swimming with the sharks, such a nice date,“ remarks Harriet dryly, „Love that for him.“

„Shut up, Ettie.“

They get to the Skull Rock without running into anyone else.

More like, no one runs voluntarily into them, which is as it should be.

They stand on the shore above the sea, looking into the deep and hollow eyes of the Skull Rock. Dead place, just like the whole Isle.

Anthony can hardly stand its glare.

They stand still and Harriet drinks again, offering him the flask too, and ostensibly ignoring Ginny for her stunt with the joint. Anthony takes it, and so what if he lets his fingers linger on hers a heartbeat longer?

The wind tugs at their hair and flares Ginny’s cape.

The cape flies away a moment after, when Ginny unclasps it. Anthony looks at her in surprise.

„What?“ she smiles, pupils blown wide already, „It’s hot in there. Lets do something!“

She laughs as if nothing mattered, and maybe it doesn’t, because soon, all three of them are laughing.

Nothing matters, you see?

Nothing matters.

Up until Ginny decides to jump off the cliff.

(It’s not that high, and it was so hot in there, Anthony!)

(Lets do something!)

Harriet is still cackling.

„She just jumped off the cliff,“ he says, unsure if Harriet is, you know, still mentally there.

„Yep.“

Okay, she is.

„In the middle of the night. Near Skull Rock.“

„Yep.“

„High out of her skin.“

„And she wouldn’t share, that bitch.“

„Harriet, she can’t swim.“

„Well fuck,“ notes Harriet dryly before she, too, lunges herself off a cliff.

Oh, what a night…

He peers over the edge, and in the dim almost-dawn, he spots the girls soon, two dark figures in darker sea.

He can hear them laughing, too.

„Anthony, join us!“ shouts Harriet.

„Don’t be a coward!“

„Ah, fuck it,“ he mutters before shrugging off his jacket and jumping down too.

The water is cold, but it doesn’t matter. Not right now, at least – and it seems that all the sharks are still circling the Lost Revenge.

He swims to Harriet and Ginny, clumsy but above water, and he laughs too.

[pixiestickie]

also thinking about jamil closing his eyes and trying to fake being back in a coma after seeing azul. literally the funniest shit ever i make myself giggle sometimes. i know azul qould not take that shit lying down he'd find a way to either irritate jamil into opening his eyes again or literally just wait him out a second time like. imagine this. paint a picture in ur mind.

jamil's subtly opening one eye a second time to make sure nobody is around to witness him wake up from his coma so he doesn't have to talk about it. and there's azul, face hovering directly above jamil's like "why good morning jamil! i see that you've finally decided to join us after so unceremoniously fainting :-)". jamil's obviously caught off guard by this dude being so close to his face that he can't even pull the Coma Fakeout shit again. internally hes like Oh Seven holy shit can you leave me alone you freak What the fuckkkk but externally through gritted teeth he does his best to politely (not really politely because he's rude asf to azul and azul only) be like "im fine Can you please get out of my face" Sorry i just realized i sound like a rambling madman narrating this shit mybad im so delusional

THIS IS LITERALLY SO FUNNY THOUGH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I CAN SEE IT.THEYRE SO UNSERIOUS

imagine azul soending days thinking jamil was gonna die but now he is just there trying to wake jamil up JUST bevause the latter does NOT want to see azul . azul would not leave jamil alone even if it would take 24 hours (spent just fucking staring at him. maybe breathing on his face to unnerve him. mental image of azul breathing on jamils face staring st him with wide eyes)

not even warning anyone else about it btw ( excuse to stare at jamil)

i can feel jamil though like he definitely would not want to see azul of all people since he watched him pathetically DROP ON THE FLOOR. despite everything he still has an ego 💔 image of calculating mysterious guy SHATTERED

also please dont stop rambling this ltierally made me giggle . you picture them so well and enable my delusional visions im so serious 😭😭😭😭

[greyeyedmonster-18]

one brush with love

(also in honor of @impishtubist day, i am going to do something i dont normally do and have two fics occurring at the same time. this was supposed to be dropped yesterday but...alas.

inspired from an unintentional prompt on discord of "I said no!", where someone doesn't accept a proposal...a tumblr Starking exclusive.

enjoy xoxo)

a/n. there is a line in this that i think is quite possibly the funniest thing I've ever written and if any of yall can take a guess...

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Chapter 1. An Indecent Proposal

Sirius face felt like it was going to fall off he had been holding a fake smile for so long. His “present face”. That’s what James used to call it, anyway. The face Sirius made when he opened a gift he hated or was otherwise impractical or would take up space in their dorm, and Sirius would nod and smile and say thank you; and his voice would go up several octaves lying through his teeth as he described how much he wanted one of these things for ages and simply had never bought it for himself. James would always poke fun, laughing loudly as the smile dropped from Sirius’s face, and the lies stopped.

Sirius never imagined when he was proposed to for the first time, by the man he thought he had loved the very best since he was sixteen, that his “present face” would appear, and he would be rendered speechless.

Sirius didn’t know what to do with his arms, letting them hang there stupidly at his side, suddenly aware of how long and bulky they were. Too much, too much, maybe I can have them shrunk at St. Mungo’s. Just two short little arms that don’t look ridiculous at your sides when you’re standing in front of your boyfriend who is expecting an answer to a proposal. Yeah, just go ahead and say yes, so we can get this operation started and you never have to worry about stupid dangling arms again, THAT works, right? Okay.

Saying words…. now.

“I—”

“I feel like I deserve a trophy of sorts for managing to surprise you, baby,” Remus said, looking up at him. “I love you and I—”

“No!”

The flock of birds that erupted from the trees surrounding them might have been funny had Sirius said yes. Some people after getting engaged shot off confetti canons, doves released from boxes, and it would be just so SiriusandRemus to have pigeons or whatever the fuck they were instead flapping around them.

So wrong, it was right.

But standing there with his stupid arms…Sirius realized it might have just been wrong.

"No?"

Sirius felt a chill go down his spine, frozen as he stared at Remus, who was down on the ground on one knee. There was a hole there. Sirius could see the freckled, knobby kneecap poking through the hole of the brown trousers that Remus loved.

That Sirius loved, even though the waistband didn't fit and there was a hole, and in the pockets too-- throughout the day Remus would drop knuts on the ground, uncaring as they slipped through his pockets, and Sirius would smile and pick them up. Stealing someone else's good luck. Because Remus was wavering on his knee, and his long fingers holding a ring were starting to shake as well, staring up at Sirius.

There was ink down Remus's arm, where he had written a speech. I love you and you and you and you, only you, forever, always, in this lifetime and the next. Written in the stars, shit.

The romantic kind that Remus usually didn't do, but he had this time.

And the sun was setting just right, and the golden light reflecting off brown hair should have been it. And the birds should've been singing, and Sirius should've been crying, and there was a bottle of champagne somewhere, right? To pop, to explode. They were supposed to be kissing.

But neither of them had moved.

"N-no?" Remus asked again, his arms lowering slowly.

"I don't know why I said that" Sirius said, unconsciously taking a step back from Remus, "I didn't mean--"

"I think you did."

“I didn’t, I swear I just..didn’t.”

“You practically shouted it, Sirius."

"I thought you were asking if I wanted cheese on my sandwich." A picnic. Remus had planned a picnic for Merlin's sake!

"Well, do you?"

"No."

"Two for two."

"Remus...."

Remus slowly rose from his position, the hand holding the ring going into his pocket. Almost immediately, the tiny band slipped through the hole in Remus's trousers, barely making a sound as it fell to the sidewalk, and Remus began walking down the path. Sirius don’t know what compelled him to pick up the ring—maybe if he looked at it up-close his answer would change, and they could go back to how it was 10 minutes ago before Sirius had destroyed everything. Remus had surprisingly done a good job with the ring, golden and not too thick, handmade; inside a barely perceptible inscription of forever just as Remus had verbally said.

Just as they had said when they were eighteen and graduated from Hogwarts, holding hands and looking at the Black Lake for the last time with death-grips. Eight white knuckles. Convincing themselves that they would stay together, forever, because they had to be.

“Remus, wait!”

And to Sirius’s surprise, Remus stopped in his tracks on the pavement, Sirius barely having to jog to catch up with him.

“What?”

“I—” Sirius stalled, “I wasn’t expecting you to actually stop and wait for me, so I don’t…have anything to say right at this moment, but give me a second and—”

“I only stopped to wait because I realized you drove us here.”

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Remus mocked, eyebrows raising and staring at Sirius for some sort of explanation. “There’s a fucking party waiting for us back at Number 12. Harry helped me plan this bit out. And we’re going to go back there and say what? Never mind! It was all a lie! Nothing matters! Go fuck yourself, Sirius.”

“I mean…that’s probably going to happen for a while considering I don’t think I’m fucking—”

“Don’t be charming.”

“Well, I can’t help that.”

“I am going to spit in your face, I swear on Merlin’s Right Saggy Tit, Sirius Black.”

Sirius sighed, and handed the ring back to Remus carefully, “I…said no.”

“To cheese on your sandwich, I’ve heard.”

“And to getting married.”

“Remember that time James accidentally pantsed me in front of the entire school? Don’t laugh, you are not allowed to laugh anymore,” Remus said, sternly, pointing a finger at Sirius who bit down on his lip, “And I said to you I didn’t think there was anything more embarrassing?”

“I…remember.”

“This takes the cake.”

“…Do you have one in that picnic basket?”

“There’s one at Number 12.”

“It’s…still ours to eat.”

“It says Congratulations, not feeling particularly celebratory at this moment,” Remus shook his head and shoved the ring back down into his pockets. The same one with a hole in it. The ring would undoubtedly fall out again and Sirius wasn’t sure this time he would pick it up. Maybe a bird would find it, bring it back to its nest. At least then someone, something would use it as part of their home.

“We don’t have a lot of options here Remus, and I’m—”

“Trying to make the best of it, you always do. It’s why I wanted to marry you.”

And this was where the guilt set in. This was where Sirius would normally back-peddle, already thinking of ways he could pull the punches and soften the blow. Confess to Remus with his “present face” that he just wasn’t ready now and, in a year, or so when Harry was older, or maybe when the sitting room was painted the perfect shade of yellow, Sirius would say yes, loudly and proudly. Or else return to their home and start plotting a proposal in reverse, where it was Sirius on one knee with shaky hands telling Remus that he just had to be the one to propose and the ring would be perfect, and Remus would smile so wide Sirius would be able to see the gap in his bottom teeth. But Sirius didn’t want to do either of those.

There was always a third choice between yes, and no. You just had to be clever enough and brave enough to find out what it was.

“So…” Sirius breathed out, “How…about we just get trashed instead?”

“What.” Remus asked, unamused, eyes red from tears that hadn’t fallen yet but had dried all the same. Shoulders hunched over. All pride from the start of their drive to the park gone.

“We get trashed. Off the…whatever you packed for our picnic, I’m assuming there’s something?”

“Fucking 20 galleon bottle of wine.”

“Then we drink that. And…then go to a pub down the road. Stay out so late, everyone leaves Number 12, and…we don’t have to deal with anything until…not now.”

“And well just go home together? And sleep in the same bed together? And tomorrow morning tell Harry that love is a joke?”

“Yeah,” Sirius nodded, “I think he can take it.”

“We’ll I can’t. Why—”

“It doesn’t…feel right, Moony. And I didn’t…know until you were down on one knee.”

Remus nodded slowly before starting down the path again. Sirius stood and waited again, watching Remus’s retreating back unsure of whether to stay or follow and try one more time. But he saw Remus reach into the backpack, pulling out the aforementioned bottle of wine. He looked around before magically popping out the cork, pausing on the sidewalk, and chugging the expensive wine like it was water.

He turned his head towards Sirius, holding out the bottle like an olive branch, and for the second time that late afternoon, Sirius walked to catch up to Remus.

“I get most of this.”

“Alright,” Sirius grinned, feeling the guilt that had knotted itself up in the pit of his stomach slowly unravel. He took a sip from the bottle.

He fucking hated wine.

Wrong.

Present face.

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The night was long, mostly spent drinking in silence across from each other. Not wanting to drink alone but not walking to speak to the other person.

Remus was hurt.

Sirius was in shock, adrenaline coursing through his veins and he would feel the hurt later.

They used a portkey to get home, leaving Sirius’s car at the park for him to retrieve tomorrow, along with anything else left behind.

Dignity.

Maybe love.

Number 12 was empty, as Sirius expected, the Congratulations cake left on the kitchen table, though it had been carved into (as a result of a hoard of impatient children in attendance) no doubt.

Sirius woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, too old to be drinking all night, and stumbled into the kitchen for a glass of water. He leaned against the refrigerator—a ghastly muggle appliance that Sirius had grown accustomed to in the tiny flat days with him and Remus and hadn’t found a way to make it blend seamlessly into the décor of Number 12.

But at the moment in felt cool and calming on his forehead and racing thoughts.

He hadn’t quite figured out what to do, or what to say, or what was going to happen next.

“Uh…Mr. Black?”

Sirius startled, pulling away from the fridge and running a hand through his hair before turning around to face the voice.

Kelly? Clara? Katie? A muggle babysitter they used for Harry from the neighborhood. They had cycled through so many over the years, between accidental magic and Number 12 Grimmauld Place deciding to have a mind of its own whenever Remus and Sirius would leave, that Sirius was starting to lose track of the names.

“Oh, hi K…aaa…rrriiitt—”

“Karina.”

“Right, right, sorry, Karina, long night,” Sirius offered, giving her a weak smile, “Thank you for staying…over unexpectedly. Let me just find…” Sirius walked across the kitchen and down the hallway leading to the front door where they kept a small chest of drawers. A stack of muggle money was in the first one, after Sirius had attempted to pay babysitter and pizza delivery persons one too many times with galleons. “Sorry about that—was Harry alright?”

“He went into a sugar coma about eight and has been asleep since. I did my best to clean up the party.”

“Ah, what would we do without you, Kate.”

“Karina.”

Sirius closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face, silently cursing himself, “Right. Here’s…a little extra just for that.”

The young girl laughed, reaching up to the hook to grab her coat and her small purse before accepting the money, “How…did last night go?” she asked, a smile on her face as she expected what Sirius knew everyone expected.

“I…I said no!” Sirius exclaimed with false excitement, extending his empty ring fingers to Karina and watched as her face fell and turned pink.

Seemed about right.

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final 911 thoughts…

k tommy’s entrance in 7x03 kinda slayed ngl. the fake static LMAO

“i’d follow your hunches any day” “it’s cap and athena let them fire us” CATCH ME CRYING IN THE CLUB

eddie’s incredulous happy little laugh when they saw the flare <3

this show is at its best when 1) it’s about the inherent goodness of humanity and how everyone deserves to be saved, 2) when the members of the 118 are in Situations, 3) when they r all a happy family, and 4) when they are flagrantly disobeying orders to save the people they love

TJE BACHELOR HAHAHDHHSHSHHSHAHAHAH

u don’t understand how funny this is to me (person who watched the most recent bachelorette live)

making buck bi in the bachelor episode literally the greatest thing they have ever done.

I LOVE MADDIE CHIMNEY AND JOSH TRYING TO FIND OUT WHO THE BACHELOR IS DHDJKDD

scream at joey’s face when the contestants proposition buck and eddie

once again buck continues his trend of either flirting on purpose or flirting without realizing he’s flirting.

HOW DID ANYONE GET THROUGH THIS EPISODE WHAT THE FUCK ARE BUCK EDDIE AND TOMMY ALL DOING

buck saying he’s “keeping his options fluid” LOL.

look im glad to see harry even if the actor’s different i missed him but WHERE IS MAY

ravi i love you so deeply

oh my god ravi looks so beautiful

“you and tommy have a lot in common: both in the army both like watching half-naked men pummel each other” WHAT???? WHAT THE FUCK AM I WATCHING

so i understand exactly what’s going on with buck right now he is certifiably insane but he’s obviously jealous over eddie and jealous over tommy and worried about being replaced especially with chris and insecure and confused about what he’s feeling etc. but eddie 😭😭😭 what’s going on babe

I LOVE MADDIE

ok seriously did we need a rehash of the WORST athena plotline to date???

BUCK IS SO EMBARRASSING.

oh my god i physically can’t watch this

ummmmm yikes

i’ve seen a lot of people both blindly defending buck for this and a lot of people hating on it and i don’t really think it’s that simple. like i think it was wrong wish we could see him apologize but it is some delicious drama. like suck ur teeth in hand over mouth kinda drama.

chimney pretty much summed it up and maddie was so right…love u madney

maddie’s hilarious for being like yeah buck i understand where ur coming from i also made desperate bids for my friend’s attention. when i was a 14 year old girl.

“so stop acting like one” YEAH LMAO

END OF 7x04. WOWWW THAT WAS A LOT

you’d think seeing half of this in gifsets would’ve desensitized me to it. but it hasn’t.

this would have been the perfect opportunity to have tommy talk about how he regrets his behaviour during the begins episodes and talk more about his friendships with hen and chimney??

tommy. BUCK!!!!!!!

scream.

um im sorry i cant blame tommy for leaving buck at the curb after that hot chicks comment. and then the “bro”??? im in agony.

i thought u guys were joking this is marisol’s like fourth appearance on screen and we’ve barely heard her speak let alone seen her interact with eddie but he “really likes her” and they’re moving in together? um excuse me??? WHY ARE THEY LYING TO ME I DONT KNOW THIS WOMAN NO ONE KNOWS THIS WOMAN NOT EVEN EDDIE KNOWS THIS WOMAN

ohhhh my god that post about how unlike tommy eddie’s always treated buck like an equal partner no matter what from the very beginning. yeah…

denny is so sweet.

MADDIE AND BUCK COMING OUT SCENE MY BELOVED

disaster bi buck fr (affectionate)

the “christopher is out of town for a couple days” is still killing me. where is he.

eddie is such a dreamboat truly who wouldn’t be in love with him

so many shannon mentions this season thank you…i miss you shannon

if you need me i’ll be thinking about eddie’s thumb on That Spot.

this end scene is the best buck has looked all episode the choice to have him literally bathed in sunlight is so real and true

7x06 time oh my god im so scared

maddie and hen look unbelievably stunning. jesus christ.

eddie looks beautiful in his beautiful pre-destroyed pink suit. buck…your suit was a Choice. i will free you from whoever is doing your hair like that pls buck just let me in i can fix it pls

eddie wasn’t overtly bitchy about tommy being there until he saw tommy hug buck. he’s so funny.

HENREN AND RAVIIIIII 🥰🥰🥰🥰 and all three of their outfits r a slay

can’t explain to you how much i love clipboard buck if clipboard buck has no lovers i am not on this earth etc. and a karaoke bachelor party really is such a thoughtful idea even if it’s not what chimney wanted

but once again buck is so embarrassing i can’t do this

thanks we had a…time. HFJFJDKD

MONTAGE <33333 buck and eddie’s bestieism is off the charts im gonna cry…

“i am 911” maddie buckley the woman that you are…

i unapologetically looked at a million spoilers for this episode but i still don’t know What happened to chimney and im scared

kevin and the lees 😭😭😭😭

CHIMNEY GOING BACK TO THE KARAOKE BAR HE AND KEVIN WORKED AT. OH IM SICK

“telling buck no is like telling a dog not to jump your leg” is definitely. a line. that. they chose. for this episode.

I LOVE YOU CHIMNEYYY

home and he went to the lees. god….

IM GONNA BE SAD ABOUT KEVIN FOREVER

moment 1363673 of buck giving me the worst and somehow most affectionate secondhand embarrassment i’ve ever felt in my life

perfect episode no notes. actually one note WHERE WAS ALBERT. but other than that im in shambles time to listen to islands in the stream on repeat

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Shadow & Bone rewatch deep dive commentary that was started on twitter and is being moved/continued here!

This is the post for EP 04: Otkazats’ya

[Episode 01 post] [Rewatch Commentary Links Masterpost]

((There WILL be spoilers mentioned for the books in the Grishaverse including the Crows duology & King of Scars duology! This is basically from the perspective of watching the show as someone who knows the books well.))

(Just a disclaimer that I’m picking up doing these commentary posts from here after season 2 is out! Just fyi, I might mention s2 stuff in these where it wasn’t mentioned in the posts for eps 1-3)

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Omg not the captain singing the drinking song Nina sang to Inej in the hold of the ship on the way to Fjerda

I love how they just toss in background book details in new places to color in the world! You can tell everyone working on constructing this show was such a massive fan of the books and it warms my heart

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As always, I’m just enamored by the linguistics and writing systems the show has designed and fleshed out for all the languages!! They make the world feel so lived-in!

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Poor Mal. He really feels so powerless and helpless; even to people who are super devoted, sheer faith and longing can’t keep people going forever.

Boy is living on crumbs atm

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Mean Girls (2004) voice: AND NONE FOR MAL ORETSEV BYE

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These two are so pure i can’t get over it. 

Thank you for giving Mal close relationships (even if they eat it soon) other than Alina!

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NOT GENYA CALLING HER SUNSHINE-!!!

😭 😭 😭 

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YEAH ITS CUS HE WANTS TO FEEL OWNERSHIP OVER YOU ALINA

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Yep yep giving her crumbs of vulnerability to draw her in. 

Top tier manipulator shit.

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Jesper’s hair and expression here I’m fucking laughing so hard

He looks like he just woke up from a week-long bender omfg.

 Jesper, honey, I’m begging you, drink some water along with whatever alcoholic beverage is in that glass

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LOVE LOVE LOVE how they find ways to weave the Crows’ plotlines into the S&B book plot.

Using the Winter Fete party as distraction was probably drawn from them using Hringkälla for the Ice Court job. But I suppose in the show it’s gonna be the other way around now which is funny. They’re probably gonna be like “Well, remember how we snuck into the Little Palace in Ravka because of their big celebration? Let’s do that with this job too!”

Very Beethoven/Bootstrap Paradox meta shit here and it makes me laugh

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Kaz Brekker has never taken a day off in his entire life and it shows

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LOOK HOW EXCITED THEY ARE

Even Inej is trying not to burst out grinning

Same you guys

I always get hyped as fuck for a heist!

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You’ve heard of Chekov’s gun, but we’ve finally found Chekov’s bullet

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The fucking barmaid’s face 

I can’t

“Who is this strange Zemeni dude and why did he dump a goat in my arms and start speaking softly and mournfully to it in Kerch???”

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Not him blowing Milo a kiss

I LOVE JESPER FAHEY AND HIS DRAMATIC BISEXUAL ASS

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LYING THROUGH HIS GD TEETH AGAIN

Spinning his fake little sob stories

Manipulator 👏 Shit 👏

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I do appreciate this way of trying to make exposition about the Black Heretic story more active

And making the scene serve several purposes at once (Kirigan trying to draw Alina in with his ~relatable outcast~ stuff, as well as giving the viewers the backstory)

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Again, I’m just glad these three got to be on-screen. It gives Mal other people around him that matter. (Which does then help fuel/motivate his devotion to Alina as we go forward.)

That was really also one of the things that bugged me about book!Mal (Although, to be fair, it might be less of a writing issue than a personal one) but it sticks in my craw when characters are single-person focused. (Unless that’s, like, part of their character shit to figure out, them feeling lonely or co-dependent, etc.) 

Like I do understand it’s kind of been “Mal and Alina against the world” since they were young. But they haven’t always been together since they joined the military. Having relationships that span back for a long, long time can be powerful, don’t get me wrong. But length of a relationship isn’t the only measure of its importance.

I think part of it was that we only got Alina’s POV and so Mal in some parts of the series felt very one-note, unmotivated, unbelievable, etc. Because all we got was what he managed to say to Alina when he was actually present and interacting with Alina (which didn’t happen for a large part of books 1 and 3.)

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The lesbian skepticism on Nadia’s face-!!!

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I will never, in my life, get over Freddy’s acting as Kaz acting as a stuffy fancy ~artíst~

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CLEVER CLEVER CLEVER CLEVER

I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM

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Ok so remember when this was the first sneak-peek scene they released of the Crows and we got to see them in action together for the first time??

It reminded me of my thoughts about Freddy’s voice as Kaz. 

At first I was like “oh, hmm, he’s got kind of a higher, smooth voice as opposed to the way Kaz’s voice is described in the books” which is that rough gravely “rock-salt rasp.”

But as an iteration of Kaz (pluralism is my friend, you guys) Freddy’s voice for him is something I actually super love? 

Like it’s a different sort of menacing. It can feel icy, if that makes sense. Like the higher register lends itself to his voice sounding cold, and the smoothness comes across as that kind of menacing sort of calmness. I dunno I just dig it.

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I know we talk a lot about Inej’s knives (for good reason) 

But dear saints I love Inej being invisible soundless sneaky. 

I know she’d dislike me saying it, but honestly, she’s goddess material. This woman deserves to be lauded and honored at every opportunity.

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What’s that meme again? “My idea of help from above is a sniper on the roof?”

Also, him waiting for the clock to chime to disguise the gunshot-!!!

Clawing my face off because I love my clever clever little thieves so much

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[“Oh, and Inej,” he said as he led her out of the salon, “don’t ever sneak up on me again.”

The truth was she’d tried to sneak up on Kaz plenty of time since then. She’d never managed it. It was as if once Kaz had seen her, he’d understood how to keep seeing her.”]

Ok so we all agree that Kaz 100% did the same thing as with the magician he saw as a kid, right? Where he was obsessed with figuring out how the trick worked and unraveling it so he could learn to see what was actually happening?

Like [“Some people see a magic trick and say, “Impossible!” [...] And then there are the ones who stay awake, running through the trick again and again, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves. I’m that kind.”]

INEJ WAS A PUZZLE HE THOUGHT ABOUT OVER AND OVER UNTIL HE FIGURED IT OUT

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Oh, yknow, just reviewing stolen high-security floorplans in a public bar. As one does.

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Lmao so basically my entire family hunts (northern woodlands, man) and I’m relatively sure my grandma has something that looks pretty much exactly like this

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every friend group has someone like this in it

(in my experience said friend is usually a transmasc gremlin type)

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fucking Mal just Very Seriously doing his Very Serious tracking while these two chucklefucks discuss selling literal shit in the background

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knowing our beloved nina, the amount of sheer willpower she’s dredging up to refuse food is seriously impressive

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she aint wrong, matty boy

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ok so this is actually super interesting?? Because it speaks to Matthias having subtle curiosities/doubts about grisha and not fully understanding why someone would become grisha since he believes  (read: was told) they weren’t just born that way.

In the books we never got to see Matthias speak to Nina alone until the shipwreck, there was always either other drüskelle and/or the other grisha captives on the ship (I mean there are other captives tied up here but they aren’t all shoved into a cage together so Nina and Matthias can have their own conversation)

I really like this little peek into Matthias trying to make sense of the indoctrination he was fed

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yeah exactly, he’s trying to assuage his doubts about how “human” feeling Nina is because it’s gnawing at the indoctrination of dehumanization he’s been taught

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Also, i love the camera work in this scene -- the lights are all hazy with lots of lens-flares and the shots are so so tight and close!

We’re putting two characters whose circumstances of birth and country and beliefs are so diametrically opposed together. But here they’re having a brief moment of connection where they each have a glimpse of each other’s humanity (in between all the vitriol.)

By cutting in close and having the rest of the “world” feel “out of focus” or “out of shot” it’s allowing this moment to feel like they can be two people for a brief moment rather than grisha and drüskelle. I adore it.

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Yeah, see and then when they start talking politics about the Darkling, more of the shots have the camera pulling back a bit, because the “world” outside the two of them is shoving distance back between them

(Obv this is not an exact one-to-one this mapping of shots, but the scene in general does that and its really cool)

And then it pushes back in and gets more hazy again when Matthias has a moment of decency and offers Nina the bread without strings attached

mwuah! chef kiss!

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ofc then it falls apart because these two are the most stubborn (affectionate, exasperated) people on the entire planet who can’t EXIST without taking petty jibes at each other

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Just taking a moment to appreciate Calahan Skogman because he plays Matthias so incredibly well

I’m hoping so damn hard we get to see the Ice Court job adapted so we can see Matthias get let out of detention so he can go run and play with the other kids at recess

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These are the faces of two exhausted parents at the end of a frustrating day with their excitable son and I’m living for it

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LISTEN YOU TWO

AT LEAST JESPER IS COMING UP WITH IDEAS, STOP GLARING

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Ok but this troupe leader, Marko, actually comes off as such a wholesome guy? I lowkey love his face?? 

Look how tear-stained and puff from crying it is?! This poor guy finally got to perform for royalty and thought his lifelong dreams had just been crushed and was sobbing into a mug of beer!

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Inej entrusting Kaz with her knives DOES something to me, you guys

There is a fucking novel of unspoken words in these expressions I’m gonna gnaw my couch cushions in to piecessss-!

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He’s so cute you guys I hope he still has a long and fruitful career even after all the fuckery that goes down at the Winter Fete

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This whole scene has me gazing in adoration like a doting parent

Me to the person next to me, pointing, with a camcorder in my hand: Those are my kids!!! God, they’re so talented, I’m so proud of them!!

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The fact that they made up entirely new playing card suits for this world-!!!

Honestly so much of what makes this world come to life in the show is thanks to how much AMAZING work the props and set people did??? 

They obviously loved and cared about the grishaverse so much, you can see in the sets and the costumes and the props how much work was put into making this world come to life and feel like a world that really exists with all its little bits and bobs and details!

That kind of worldbuilding minutia stuff just makes my brain go brrrrrr

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Also I haven’t mentioned anything about the soundtrack yet but hot damn they’ve done so much to make it atmospheric but also do the A+ soundtrack thing of weaving musical themes for characters/groups

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Ok tho Kaz 10000% could have gotten in as a performer too. Man’s got mad slight-of-hand skills he could definitely go in as a stage magician

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It’s time for 🎶✨~Alina’s Emotional Mushroom Trip~ 🎶✨

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Of course she was! 

I feel like its super obvious that two orphan kids who’ve been through trauma and made a close connection would crave the stability of the life they have with a beloved friend, especially over an unknown where they would be alone and in a new place again having to start over???

I mean, she says she was thinking of Mal and not herself, but it’s both. Because him being alone would mean she would also be alone. 

Alina was a scared little kid who had lost everything and was doing what she thought would keep everything she knew from being ripped away again.

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I feel like in the books the dynamic of Darklina in the first book, it was obvious/deliberate that Alina felt very isolated at the Little Palace and so was kind of always steered back to the Darkling for scraps of affirmations or reassurances, plus the draw of their powers compounding this manipulation net the Darkling pulled her in by.

The dynamic feels different in the show, for a few reasons. I think Alina being aged up contributes to that. Also, we don’t get Alina’s interiority and descriptions of how her/the Darkling’s powers feel and pull her. 

(Also Jessie and Ben have Very Good on-screen chemistry. And Ben Barnes is, well, Ben Barnes so the attraction-angle of the pull toward him is very believable.) 

I mean, while Alina is aged up, she’s still a young woman. Her whole life she has overwhelmingly felt less than, invisible, and nothing special. And someone powerful is now telling her she’s unique and powerful and he’s the only one who understands her. 

While Alina is still obviously manipulated heavily in the show, it feels less extreme? I don’t know how to word it?

Other contributing factors I think are her actually making closer friends at the Little Palace and that in the show we don’t see that extended period of time of her struggling and struggling and feeling like shit and powerless and “Other”-ed again. Also because we are shown that Mal DOES super care about her, rather than only getting her speculating and worrying. 

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And not only on Alina’s end is it different but I feel like the show we get shown more of Kirigan feeling helpless (something which is both authentic and strategic.)

Like I think its definitely real that he is struggling with these feelings of helplessness and futility in moving towards his goals. 

But he is very deliberate in the ways he goes about showing it to Alina to make her feel like he’s letting his guard down with her and to garner sympathy with. As Baghra says towards the end of the season, giving Alina “a glimpse of the wounded boy.”

And it’s a huge credit to Ben Barnes that I feel that simultaneous nature. 

Like in the moment, you do believe him in his pain and his loneliness. Because that is real. 

But then you step back and realize he’s only showing it and showing it in such a way to weaponize it to cultivate those feelings of sympathy in Alina and keep her from seeing him as dangerous to her. 

Ben Barnes’s performance really sells the Darkling so well. Because these things are all true: he has seen people die and is lonely and feels like he has to claw his way toward any change he can achieve.

But he is also playing bits of that up in very strategic ways in Alina’s presence to manipulate her.

(I always feel like I’m not gonna have more to say about the Darkling and then I end up writing a novel about it??)

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”B-b-but- 

Wait, was I the only one who believed we were actually giving them a fair trial?!?”

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My parents’ walks to school, according to them.

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Listen, I just love them

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I LOVE THEM PUTTING TIME AND THOUGHT INTO SPRINKLING IN WORLDBUILDING

END ME

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Listen all I can think about when I watch this scene is how this actor probably spent 9 hours in hair and makeup and wardrobe just to stand there, grab a stack of letters, shake his head, and walk away because he was a non-speaking extra and if he said “No” out loud they would have had to pay him the under-5-lines rate

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Get that shit outta here, Baghra, we celebrate interdependence in this household!!

Also, the entirety of season 2’s themes would also like a word with you 👀👀

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Ok not to sound like my northern midwestern mother but

CHILD DO NOT GO OUT IN THE COLD! AND SNOW! AT NIGHT! WITHOUT A FUCKING HAT ON?

You’re gonna get frostbite, Mal!! 

It is AT LEAST below 10°F with how crunchy that snow sounds!!

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Honestly, good for Alina. proud of her

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This is funny to me because I know Jessie had a habit of just napping constantly in random places on set

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Just BFF things: having matching palm scars

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ARCHIEEEEE

Sometimes I feel for Archie because it can’t be easy playing Mal who, as characters in the grishaverse go, isn’t exactly the biggest fan favorite

And yet he’s out here giving us performances of this caliber

I see you and I love you Mr. Renaux

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And that’s the end of episode 4!

[Episode 01 post] [Rewatch Commentary Links Masterpost]

[teddiesbestestpal]

As Joker Panther Skull Inari the newly acquired ally Queen and Morgana got into the next room they heard a cry for help.

“ What the.. who is it?” Skull asked as Panther sighed.

“ It could be a trap from a shadow!” Panther pointed out.”

“ Wait I see him! I must get to him!” Morgana says stylishly jumping off of the platform to the protest of the other thieves as he spots An creature as short as the cat, with creamy light yellow skin long saturated brownish tentacle hair pointy elf-like ears piercing reddish pink eyes wearing an golden trident shaped masquerade mask the creature’s eyeliner being apparent, he is wearing a grey trenchcoat with long sleeves and gold colored buttons on them with gold colored shoulder Epaulettes on his shoulders along with an white vest underneath with an light reddish pink tie attached to it the same color as his gloves, he’s also wearing black boots with white stripes and three golden buttons on the side of the boots.

The creature seemed to be cowering in fear before some Incubus shadows as Morgana got into a fighting stance.

“ Zorro!” Morgana said as the vigilante fencer appeared behind him.

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Tiefsee quietly sighed to himself, he was getting tired of playing the helpless damsel role and he wished those incubi shadows would stop pricking him with their anatomically confusing Phalluses already’ luckily he saw the cat’s persona kill the three incubi with it’s rapier as it disappeared, the blue eyed black and white cat turning to face the octopi.

“ So… what’s your name?” Morgana asks lending a hand to help Tiefsee up.

“ Ahem… my name is Tiefsee if your even able to remember it.. if you prefer to call me by a codename then mine’s is Squire..” Tiefsee said as Morgana looked surprised.

“ Another being like me eh..? I’m so excited! do you not remember anything as well?!” Morgana asks excitedly his cat tail wagging.

Lying through his teeth Tiefsee replied.

“ No.. I do not remember…. I was just minding my own business and suddenly I’m here in this bank…” Tiefsee retorted Morgana looking concerned for him his cat ears lowering.

as the other thieves arrived quicker then Tiefsee could of expected Skull was the first to open his mouth.

“ Great… now we have two of these fuckers…” Skull lamented as Tiefsee huffed.

“ Who are you calling a fucker? you fuck!” Tiefsee responded in an uncharacteristically vulgar way but he only did it so he can fit in more with the phantom thieves.

Skull grinned, “ You’ll fit right in….”

Queen opened her mouth “ I guess we should retreat for now and create a strategy right? Kaneshiro needs to be taken down”

as the other thieves head for the exit Mona turns around to Tiefsee.

“ Hey Squire.. promise to meet me again?” Morgana asks sounding confident yet semi-desperate as Tiefsee glares at him before half-faking an genuine smile.

“ Yes.. that would be lovely….. how about you catch up to your friends okay?” Tiefsee replies in a disgustingly sweet and innocent sounding tone yet Morgana proceeded to eat it up as he blushes hard and walked towards the other thieves walking out, Tiefsee dropping the tone and sighing to himself as he hears the sound of an gramophone in his head.

“ Yes Lord Yaldabaoth?” Tiefsee replied to the ringing gramophone.

“ Tiefsee have you gotten in contact with the thieves?” Yaldabaoth asked coldly.

“ Yes I have… though that cat seems to have taken a instant interest in me…” Tiefsee replied trying to hide his genuine blushing from just the thought of Morgana liking someone like him.. are these conflicting emotions what Akechi feels after putting on that detective prince facade?

“ Tiefsee Grail Demiurge! don’t think I didn’t see that blushing your doing! I told you not to get distracted by frivolous things like love and romance.. stay focus!” Yaldabaoth instructed sternly as Tiefsee shivered in his boots, only one thing can make him scared and it’s his creator when he’s serious.

the gramophone ringing inside his head stopped as Tiefsee’s eyes are filled with code to adjust his algorithm Tiefsee thought to himself.

“ No way would I fall in love with that cat… right..? Yes most definitely.. we are on opposite sides… and I must prevail in creator’s goals…” the octopi reassured himself as he exited Kaneshiro’s palace going home to his owner and partner Akechi’s bedroom.

[cloudninetonine]

Legend wasn’t sure who he had wronged to deserve such torture- such indescribable pain of seemingly unreachable heights-, but they must have been pretty important to deem this sort of humiliation upon him, to burden him this way.

“Hmm… which way do we go now pinky?” The veteran grounded his teeth together as your terrible voice grated on his sensitive ears.

The group had been split up by a portal that decided the ground they had been standing on was the perfect place to swallow them whole (because Hylia could never make anything easy for them, could she?) Legend had unfortunately ended up with the dark magic user, with no one to back him up in case they decided he was next to be brainwashed, hypnotized, whatever they did to turn the champion and traveler against the group.

A few items that hadn’t been on their persons seemed to have been scrambled as well: they didn’t have Legend’s bag, however did have Time’s, they had Wind’s picto box and korok leaf, Warriors’ scarf and sword (you were taking extra care to keep the scarf free of dirt, if it were Legend carrying it he might’ve just let the article of clothing drag in the mud), and Twilight’s black crystal necklace.

That last one was currently not doing them any favors, as fate decided it would be hilarious for the damn thing to land square on Legend’s forehead and turn him into a bunny. Even worse, you apparently knew of this form before hand, and relished in him needed you to carry him around the dungeon you two had been spat out into. Though, this also meant you had to be the one carrying all the stuff and fighting all of the (thankfully easy) monsters, so far that was one tally mark for Legend and one tally mark for you on the winners board.

Legend perked his ears at your question within the cradle you had set your arms into to house his small, fluffy body. They swiveled for a moment, he listened for the sounds of the distant dungeon hallways before his nose twitched and he looked to the right.

“Ehehe, righty then.” The shit-eating grin that etched itself onto your face as you said the terrible pun made Legend consider death as a viable option for when he got his hands back and was able to hold a knife to his neck.

“Yeah yeah, that one was bad, I get it, no need to get your fur into a tizzy.” You spoke amicably as you continued through the dungeon, plucking a torch from the wall as the hall grew darker.

He didn’t need to know his fur apparently puffed up with his irritation, but now all he could think about was how it fluffed up even more as embarrassment invaded him. He was sure that if he wasn’t already a pink bunny, his cheeks would show off his heavy blush.

It didn’t seem to matter though, as you readjusted your grip with the torch now in hand you looked down at him with a sly expression. “Well you’re quite cute when you’re embarrassed, hmm?”

If you didn’t need your arm to (pathetically) fight off the monsters and to do the puzzles, he would’ve bitten into it already. Three goddesses, someone save him from this fresh hell.

“Y’know, I bet you’d look even cuter if you weren’t a bunny.” He squawked, well, to you he squeaked. He could talk in this form, but he would rather you just believe he was muted like this to make the experience less painful for himself. Now, he was rethinking that decision, seeing as the desire to scream at you grew with each passing moment.

“What? I’m not lying, Ledge! You’re adorable, no matter the form! And no, it’s not because you’re pink. Well… maybe that contributes a little to your bunny form… but not to your hylian one!” He hated how your voice sounded so genuine when you lied, but he especially disliked how soft it would get when your lies were made to purely torment him. They had no real purpose, those fake compliments you spewed practically daily, it was all lies.

“Oo! I just realized, while we’re here and have nothing to talk about, I can share with you all of my favorite moments from my favorite tv series!”

Legend was going to murder you when they got out of here, it didn’t matter what the champion or traveler had to say about it, you would perish at his hands.

—

I wrote this way too late, enjoy angy Ledge.

;HUDWIFFYFPERERU BB I FUCKING LOVE THIS SO MUCH LOOK AT OUR LITTLE ANGY BUNNY BUN

But seriously this was beautifully made, BB, thank you so much- was also in my Legend loving hours too.

[lvyu]

(( @vktoraa OKAY OKAY I GOT CARRIED AWAY !! ))

once upon a time; wilbur soot x reader

— notes: reader’s gn! as in the fic, also this is just an imagined continuation, the actual ending was left ambiguous on purpose so you could decide what you wanted to happen :)

— warnings: same warnings as in the original fic + talk of major character death/suicide in second half, wilbur is not a good person

original fic -> tomorrow i’ll wake up and be the perfect man for you

“did they visit him in prison? did he ever get out?”

i like to imagine they did, but no, he never escaped his prison.

wilbur admitted to everything when be was brought in for questioning. before the questioning cops could even get his full name out, he whispered “i did it.” a beat.

they continued. “william pa—”

“i did it!” he spoke louder this time, his voice cracking, as if reflecting his own state of being. breaking— or maybe he was already broken. “why won’t you just lock me up?” he got quiet again, sounding sadder with every syllable.

and after a few agonising hours of questioning for wilbur like what his childhood was like, if he felt any remorse, why he chose the victims, so many fucking questions, he had to dig his nails into his arms to physically restrain himself from lashing out at them, they did. 

the trial and sentencing was quick, considering he pleaded guilty to twenty murders, which was actually six more than he was accused of. apparently on his vacation to america in autumn of 2017 he’d taken his first life. the other five had taken place in some other towns, hence the lack of connection.

.

.

“how is… how’s your job?” wilbur voice as pathetic as ever, fake smile plastered on as it always was.

you hesitated answering. despite coming here of your own volition, it had taken two years just to convince yourself to come, and you weren’t sure that was even enough. maybe you shouldn’t have come.

your silence upset him. “you know i miss you.”

“i don’t,” you were lying straight through your teeth, and you couldn’t hate yourself more for it. for fucks sake, he was a murderer.

he pouted, and you wanted to yell at him. two years trapped in a box hadn’t fared him too bad, at least so far. his hair was longer, and he looked paler, with more wrinkles, but he still had that same, tired, empty look in his eyes that he always had.

he looked sad, almost, and it only made you angrier at yourself. it gave you the same feeling from a night two years ago, the night he confessed to you. when he was standing, being held by two officers, handcuffs locking around his wrists, tears and snot running down his face. the feeling of wanting to help him, save him, just reach out to him.

he pressed a finger against the plastic seperating the two of you, staring at it intently. slowly, he brought the phone closer to his mouth. “i know you miss me,” he said, pausing before looking at you, right in your eyes, making sure you saw him. “i love you, you love me.”

his words were laced with desperation, the belief that someone loved him, him of all people, was the only thing keeping him from completely tipping over the edge. and it was; wilbur was pleading, silently, for you to say it, to say that you loved him.

“you’re a monster, wilbur,” you said. “i couldn’t love you.”

he gently set down the phone, hands coming up to cover his face. you heard him groan, a moment of silence passed, and he picked up the phone again, uncovering his face. the feeling came back.

a shaky laugh left him. “god, you fucking suck! you’re such a dick,” the intercom buzzed, warning the inmates they only had three minutes left. had it already been that long?

“i know you fucking loved me,” he never raised his voice, no, but he was getting angrier by the second, opting for a quieter tone. he was always the quiet type, rarely yelling. before, you found it endearing, but now, it only made you fear him, made you uneasy.

you would have preferred him to yell at you.

he was clenching his fist, begging for it be real, for you say you were lying. he swore he would forgive you, he would do anything, if you would just give him a bit of relief. 

“you…” he choked on his own words. “fuck! you wouldn’t have done what you did if you didn’t love me,” all the late night cuddles, occasional drunk flirting, moving schedules around just to meet him. “you did.” his voice broke, matching the heartbroken look he wore.

but was it real? was anything he did or said real?

“you did love me,” he sounded like he was on the verge of crying. “you did love me, i know you did.”

one minute.

“i love you.”

how much of what he said was true and how much of it was nothing but shallow lies?— lies he only told to get himself out of trouble and gain sympathy.

finally, you spoke. “wilbur, you don’t even know what love is.”

visitation time is over, inmates return to cells.

no, no, no, he mumbled, starting to yell, no! no! no!

he had to be physically pulled away, causing a few of the other inmates to yell at him, cursing him out and insulting him. a few looked backed at you, wondering what the commotion was all about. he tried to fight against the guards, but god, he was weak.

prison hadn’t made him any stronger, but weaker.

tears began to flow down his face, screaming ‘no’, slipping down against the guards and onto the floor, kicking his feet as though he were a toddler having a tantrum.

“please!” he yelled, and through his long fringe he looked directly at you, red face and snot smeared across.

before he could get another word out, you left, running out of the room as fast as you could. signing out and walking to your car was a blur, all you could think of was him— wilbur.

please don’t go, please don’t leave me again, please love me, please stop lying.

you slammed the car door closed, scaring yourself. you put your hand on the wheel, laying your head against it, sobs wracking your entire body.

you liked him, you liked him so fucking much before it all went to shit. you could’ve fallen in love with him so easily, you swore, if you had just been given the chance, if he had been a better person.

if he wasn’t a fucking monster maybe you could’ve been happy.

instead, you’re left with the image from so long ago. your neighbor and his kind smile as he held you, stroking your hair softly, as if you would break if he was any harsher, cracking a dry joke that you still laughed at because you liked him— because you wanted to be happy with him.

so maybe it wasn’t a lie, maybe once upon a time you did love him. but god, you wished you didn’t, you wished you could forget.

.

.

“…did he get out?”

no, he didn’t.

life imprisonment was his sentence, though granted, he was told he had a chance of parole. in my head i envisioned witting him with the ideals of someone who has almost nothing left to live for— but once that something is gone, he is too.

essentially his last straw would be accepting that he is unloved because he is a horrible person, because of the things he’s done and he can’t undo. and once that realisation hits, he can’t stay alive, he can’t accept that he is worthy of living anymore.

and so he doesn’t.

he considers writing a letter to you, and he almost does. he picked up the paper and pencil he was graciously given because of his good behavior, but he sets it down after the first sentence. he stared at your written name on the paper.

so pretty, he thinks, but it looked so wrong in his handwriting, and sounded even worse when he said it aloud because he didn’t deserve to say it. not after causing you so much pain.

he’s seen you on the news a few times, and he thinks you look happy, at least you still have your job. you deserve that happiness, he thinks, you deserve all the happiness in the world. and so he wants you to be happy, he doesn’t want to tie you down to him with his farewell letter, not again.

it’s his first, and final, sincere apology to you.

and he thinks back to your final words to him, how he didn’t even know what love was. and now he thinks maybe you were right, but he doesn’t care, not really. to him, in his mind, in his own demented, sickening, way, he knows he felt something for you, and that’s what mattered to him. it made him feel human.

though maybe not enough.

[gabzlovesu]

ღ ━ 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧

feat. Nanami, Gojo, Geto, Toji, and Choso

Warnings: mentions of sex and adult website

There's no doubt that the foolish antics displayed on TikTok will enter the homes of the JJK men, only ensuing chaos in the process.

˗ˋˏ NANAMI ˎˊ-

“Nanamiiii! I’m back!” You take off your shoes by the door and prepare yourself for the prank. You rehearsed many times in the car and even made a fake receipt of the costly bill to trick him.

The blonde man appears from around the corner and comes over to place a loving kiss on your lips; he also takes your purse from you so that you could get settled in. “How’d it go, did they give you any trouble at the dealership?”

“No, it actually went really well… They gave me a discount on some premium air for my tires! I only had to pay $300 for all 4 of them to be filled,” you beam proudly at him. He stops in his tracks and gives you that same look he gives Gojo when he says something stupid. It was so hard for you to keep a straight face.

“You paid how much, love?” He wanted you to repeat what you just said to make sure he heard you correctly and takes the receipt from your hand to confirm.

“$300…why? is that bad?” You watch him pinch his nose in frustration while letting out a heavy sigh.

“Y/N… do you realize that you can get air for 25 cents from the gas station?” His tone was patronizing, and you hoped he didn’t actually think that you were this gullible.

“Yeah, but the dealership had the premium air. Ya know, the air doesn’t leak out as fast.” You stand there, playing an act of innocence. Seeing you like this pissed him off — how could someone take advantage of you like that?

“Sweetheart, there’s no such thing as premium air. They scammed you.” He lets out another sigh and runs his hand through his blonde locks. “Grab your things, I’m going to sort this out. Whoever charged you for this will be dealt with accordingly” He passes you as he heads for the door, and you could feel his cursed energy swelling around him.

“Wait baby, I’m just kidding,” you say, grabbing his arm. “I didn’t pay $300 for air, it’s just a prank.” You finally let out the laughter that you’ve been holding in. He sucks his teeth and flops on the couch, mumbling under his breath. You try to cuddle up next to him, offering sweet apologies to win his forgiveness; he eventually lets it go and shushes you by pulling you into his chest and telling you to politely shut up.

˗ˋˏ GOJO ˎˊ-

It’s currently midnight, and Gojo was fast asleep. You slip out from underneath the cover, careful not to wake the white-haired man, and make your way into the other room.

Once you were ready, you placed yourself in a dark corner on the far side of the room. You throw a random book that had been lying around to make noise; a few seconds later Gojo emerges from your room oblivious to your presence. You ambush him, scurrying over and catching him off guard.

“OOWWWAAAHHHH WHAT THE FUCK?!” He runs from your scary figure and jumps on the kitchen counter. He snatches the paper towel roll to throw at you, hoping that would be enough to stop the creature before him. Due to your eyes being covered, you don’t see this and fail to dodge the flying object; you fall over and hit the floor with a soft ‘ow’.

Gojo recognizes your voice and he hurries off of the counter to turn on the lights. What he saw before him was his girlfriend with her legs in the sleeves of a hoodie and the hood tied titghtly to cover your face. After his nerves have calmed from the rush of adrenaline, he starts dying of laughter at what just happened and you join in.

“It’s literally 12:00 in the morning you idiot, go back to bed.” He continues to laugh as he makes his way to the bedroom, but you were still lying on the floor, entangled in the hoodie.

“Uh, Gojo… are you not gonna help me get out?” The only response you got was the sound of the bedroom door closing. “Oh okay then…”

˗ˋˏ GETO ˎˊ- You could hear Geto walking down the hall to your shared bedroom, so you quickly set up your phone like you were about to record a video. “Hey everyone, welcome back to my channel! Today, I’m going to tell you about how to cheat without getting caught,” you chirp just as he steps into the doorway. You see a change in his expression to an ‘oh, really?’ face on the screen, but you ignore it and conitinue to record.

He takes a seat on the bed behind you, curious as to what you thought you were doing. He grabs a nearby pillow and places it under his arm to hold up his head, like he was listening intently to take in all the advice you were about dish out. “Mhm tell us, Y/N.”

You give him a look that basically says ‘don’t interrupt my video’ and turn back to the camera. “So, the ONLY rule that you need to follow is… don’t cheat. That’s it, just don’t cheat.” You turn to Geto and flash a smile while giggling about his lack of amusement. The pillow that was once under his arm collides with your face. “HEY, that hurt,” you say, giving a small pout at his harsh actions.

“Yeah whatever, that was real cute babe. You better hope I never catch you actually cheating,” he says waving you off before disappearing down the hall.

˗ˋˏ TOJI ˎˊ-

The noise emitting from the TV served as background noise, creating a chill ambiance as you lay on the couch with Toji; he occupied one end and you were on the other with your legs resting on top of his. You were both unbothered and looking at your phones, but sparing some attention for each other: Toji massaged your feet with his free hand and you were rubbing soothing circles on his calves with yours.

This was the perfect time to mess with him. He can’t get too comfortable — you gotta keep on his toes right?

So you open the TikTok app on your phone and find the sound that plays the pornhub intro that turns into Daylight by Childish Gambino. When you press play, Toji recognizes that iconic sound and his eyes immediately snap in your direction; he was about to question what you were watching (hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was) but then he hears the song playing instead.

“What’s wrong,” you feigning innocence. You knew he was a nasty freak; you’ve caught him watching porn before so it's not surprising that he’s familiar with pornhub.

He promptly replies with ‘nothing’, but you can tell he’s tense. “Is there something you want to say Toji?” Oh, it was so fun to tease this man; watching him squirm uncomfortably like he had been caught once again amused you.

“No…” was all he could say before turning his attention back to his phone.

“I know you watch pornhub.” Your quick and unexpected response caused his eyes to go wide, and he slowly turns his head towards you. “It’s so obvious babe.” The poor man was embarrassed for the rest of the night.

˗ˋˏ CHOSO ˎˊ- “Baaabbbeee, wanna do something funnnn?”

Choso was sprawled out on the couch watching something on TV while you were wearing workout clothes and ready for whatever you had planned. “Come do some yoga with me!”

He gives you a blank stare. “Yo-ga,” he questions, repeating the word back to you in confusion. Let’s just say he’s still learning about things of the modern world…

“Yeah, come on it’ll be fun,” but it would only be fun because you were getting revenge. Since Choso loves doing things with you so much, he agrees to join you.

“You gotta pull your legs closer to your head, Choso. And open them wider.” You’ve put him in several of the uncomfortable positions he would fold you into during sex, and he still hadn’t figured out what was going on. You were finding it hard to contain your laughter, especially whenever you tell him to ‘arch his back more’.

He finally realizes what this looks like when you’re kneeling in between his legs pushing them closer to his head in a mating press. His cheeks grow red, thinking about how many times he’s folded your body like this during sex. “We can stop now, I know what these positions are.”

“No, I think you need to hold this one a little longer,” you say with the biggest shit-eating grin on your face. He begins to squirm and fight you to break free, which he eventually does because he’s much stronger than you; he also makes it clear that he’s never doing ‘yo-ga’ with you again, with a small frown on his face because you tricked him.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓? 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

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