#I don’t think a bunch of rich old people can talk about how kids are lazy

[hoperays-song]

Rant

My bio family is currently talking about how immature 18 year olds and young college students are, how they don’t have work ethic, entitled, and are completely reliant on their parents.

And when I tried to explain that a lot of us are struggling mentally, have a ton of academic pressure by our families, and were traumatized by the pandemic and missed a huge chunk of our childhoods, them and my 21 year old bio brother just waved it off and went “that’s just an excuse, you just need to grow up”.

Like I’m sorry, I forget that I’m an adult sometimes and say I’m 15 since that’s when the pandemic hit and I don’t really remember what happened afterwards. I was told I had to go to an Ivy League university since I was 6. I was refused testing and accommodations for years due to my being “smart”. I was told all the way through school that kids who didn’t go to college are going to go no where in life. And when I tried to explain that, I was told that “well that’s just your prospective”. Yeah it is! And you’re 83, what you said are just your prospective! My age does not invalidate my point!!

If kids are acting “entitled”, “lazy”, and “immature”, there might be a reason. They were taught to be that way. You can’t expect kids to be able to completely change their entire world view while still emerged in that culture.

[unmotivated-writer]

Platonic yandere Vile Faculty:

Countess Cleo:

For The Countess to take notice of you and to start to care for you, you would probably have to be a somewhat classy and reserved student. She likes the students who don’t interrupt or ask too many questions during her lectures, after all it is very rude to interrupt someone who’s talking. If you do that and try your best in her classes you will certainly gain her favor (and favoritism).

Her signs of affection may start of small, things like a small but genuine smile when you answer correctly, asking you to stay after class and to your surprise offering you some tea and biscuits while the two of you talk, helping you discreetly when you're having trouble figuring out the answer.

If someone were to call her out on this behavior she would scoff at them and deny it until the very end. ‘Me playing favorites? Oh don’t be ridiculous!’ She would say angrily as she storms off to have some tea/wine with you while she rants about the “foolish” claims that are being said about her.

As things go by you will start to receive hand sewn clothes of the most expensive material known to man sewn and put together by the countess herself as well as a bunch of stolen jewelry regardless of your gender.

She also invites you to all her expensive dinner parties with ‘the rich and famous’ where you’ll be seated right next to her. If you ever were to decline an invitation no matter how politely she would act like you’d just told her that you hate her and that she can fuck of and die.

Coach Brunt:

Good fucking luck with her no matter what she says anyone can see that she is definitely NOT over Black Sheep. She is so overprotective and paranoid that you might leave like Black Sheep did. Expect a lot of smothering and attention from her, she will helicopter parent you to death and infantilize you. Although not intentionally she fully believes that what she is doing is normal and necessary. Trying to protest or argue with her over this will be waived off as nothing but ‘a fuzzy child tantrum’. There’s no way to argue with this woman and most people don’t try for that long since her patience is far from long. Since she is basically a PE teacher she has a habit of keeping an eye on your diet and somehow always thinks that you’re eating too little or that you're malnourished, she will force feed you if she sees fit.

Unlike Countess Cleo she plays favorites a lot and doesn’t try to hide it at all. Why would she? After all you’re the perfect little child and student (doesn’t matter how old you are she still sees you as a kid). Just don’t try to leave Vile and go along with what she wants and you’ll be fine but if you don’t then well…Don’t act surprised when you wake up in a room with cameras all around and your ankle chained to a bed with Brunt crying next to you asking what she did that would make you want to leave. Well no matter cause you’ll never get that chance ever again. Sucks to be you I guess.

Professor Maelstrom:

Maelstrom would be a very tricky and difficult platonic yandere to have on your tail. Nobody, not even himself, could explain why he started taking an interest in you either way he is aware of his obsession and accepts it wholeheartedly. He is a very secretive and manipulative man who can and will twist and warp your perception of the world or yourself. He somehow seems to know all of your inner workings and feelings. You could tell him that you like apples and he would go into detail on how that is connected to your childhood trauma/other issues, and the worst part is that he gets almost if not everything right about you. That of course creeps you the fuck out, which he notices and becomes absolutely delighted by.

This man is the inventor of gaslighting and manipulation if you ever even think about wanting to leave Vile he will know and gaslight the fuck out of you, imagine Mother Gothel from tangled but ten times worse. My thoughts and prayers are with you, you're going to need them when dealing with him as a platonic yandere .

Dr Bellum:

Saira would love a chaotic but smart student, all it takes is a few conversations and she’s already decided ‘Yep this is now my child I will teach them all about explosives and biological war crimes’. You and her would be an absolute force to be reckoned with and when you're not planning the most diabolical evil shit ever she’s showing you a bunch of funny videos of cats. She’s like a mom coming up to you and showing you facebook memes of minions but it’s cats instead.

She isn’t too obvious in her favoritism but she doesn’t try to hide it at all. If someone were to ask her if she had any favorite students she would say yes and then tell them all about how brilliant you are without any shame or hesitation. In her eyes there’s nothing wrong with playing favorites.

She no doubt has at least one drone following you around at all times just to keep an eye on you or she’s watching you from the security cameras all over campus. If you were to ask her about it she would lie and say that she’s working on a behavioral study but would refuse to give you any more details.

Please comment if you would like for me to write about having them all as platonic yanderes at the same time or if you would like for me to write about some other characters!

[fallen-angel-adam-frankenstein]

Thinking about how the Big Four of dark academia really feels like the Big Three of dark academia that a last-minute addition was added onto, not because it’s any less a part of and representative of the aesthetic but because its mood and message differs so greatly from the other three - that last-minute addition being Dead Poets Society. Hear me out as I rant about character types, classism, doing it for the aesthetic, themes, tones, and substance abuse (and, obviously, spoiler warnings for Dead Poets Society, The Secret History, If We Were Villains, and Kill Your Darlings):

Firstly, I want to draw comparisons between who I consider to be the protagonists of each story, focusing a lot on how I feel that each of them has a barrier between himself and another group of people within the story. Starting with the one that I relate to the most and progressing in no organisational order after that, we have from The Secret History Richard Papen, an English major who came from an impoverished old town in California to the lovely little college in Hampden, Vermont on account of loads and loads of scholarships. Fascinated and a bit infatuated with the Greek class, he is able through partly his own talent but mostly dumb luck to join their ranks, only to find out that the people he admired and romanticised are all a bunch of classist, selfish, rich addicts. Desperately wanting to be a part of this group, Richard has to break the financial barrier (as well as the seclusion engineered by Julian) between him and them in order to get in with the “cool kids.” However, this doesn’t work out for him at the end, as he doesn’t even get invited to their bacchanal or Bunny’s murder and yet has to suffer for the fallout of both events. It’s made clear that this is not the kind of life you want to live, and Richard even returns to California after the main body of the book concludes. Allen Ginsberg of Kill Your Darlings is confronted with a similar barrier, although his is less financial (he’s well-off enough to make it to college without scholarships) and more the sort of subcultural difference between the life he left at home and how Lu and his friends live. Just like Richard, he risks and loses it all to gain the affection of this new group, who, just like in TSH, leave him high and dry in the end. Oliver Marks also risks it all for his group in If We Were Villains, although they don’t necessarily abandon him in the same sense and really he alienates himself by taking the fall for Richard (Stirling)’s death. His barrier is also mainly financial, as he ends up having to pay for Dellecher through scholarships and a work-study deal, something which you can tell he is ashamed about (hmm classicism -_-) as he tries to hide it from the rest of the group, who can all afford the school on their own (or their families can). Since this story differs from the rest because it starts off with Oliver already a part of the tightly-knit group, you can’t really talk about him vying for approval as in TSH or Kill Your Darlings, but the sense of him being a part of a slightly different world is still there. Meanwhile, you don’t get this same sense in DPS. I maintain that Neil is the central figure in DPS, but for the sake of this let’s look at Todd, who does have to make his way into the group after it was already formed. Todd’s barrier is not financial but all in his own head: his social anxiety and awkwardness prevents him from initiating a relationship with any of the other Dead Poets. Because he has this different kind of barrier, it’s easier for him to overcome it, and it turns out well for him in the end, while it doesn’t for the protagonists of the other three stories.

Besides that, the other characters also play a role in how DPS feels separate from the other three. All four dark academia stories are about rich kids at their core, but DPS is the only one that doesn’t feel like it’s about rich kids. Why is that? I think it’s because of how they chose to present the characters. In TSH, the whole main cast, essentially, sucks - Henry is full of it, Bunny has all sorts of problems, Charles is an abusive drunkard, not to mention his incestuous relationship with Camilla, and Francis knows about this relationship and is fine with it, even being fine to casually fuck Charles on top of it (and he’s classist as fuck, but that’s a discussion for a later date). You might think, “oh, but Richard isn’t too bad” - yeah, but he did let them all get away with not one but two murders and was only worried about Charles abusing and fucking Camilla because he felt attraction to Camilla himself, so. Anyway, my point is that everyone in the Greek class is either a rich asshole or wants to be like the rich assholes, so that’s not good. There’s a similar thing in Kill Your Darlings where they’re all addicts and alcoholics and people who generally don’t give a fuck about how other people react to their drama and fun times, and you can see how Lu even uses David and later Allen and then throws them both away casually. Yeah, they have a cool vision of revolutionising poetry, but they’re not really characters that one can necessarily relate to, because they’re all just too caught up in themselves. IWWV, too - you don’t see this as much, but it comes out a bit when Oliver hides in shame the fact that he has to work to pay for school. While IWWV has a cast of characters that I can relate to and like the most out of the three I’ve talked about so far, there’s still a little bit of disconnect, an unattainability about them, and it’s clear that they’re all deeply fucked: Richard, before he died, was an abusive asshole, James killed Richard and then not only started mirroring him a bit when he hurt Oliver but then let Oliver while away ten years of his life in prison for Richard’s death (and either killed himself or faked his death), Alexander got even worse into drugs and then presumably got clean but man did he have PTSD from that school year, Meredith is surrounded by men lusting after her and feels lonely, Wren also has PTSD from that school year, and Filippa . . . got into a relationship with her teacher and we don’t talk about this? So while they’re three-dimensional, engaging, and entertaining, they’re all still just plain messed up. However, the Dead Poets aren’t like this. Obviously, there’s Neil’s suicide, but that’s different - it’s not messed up because he was already messed up, it’s messed up because the authority figures in his life (excluding Keating) messed him up themselves, breaking his spirit with the pressure they put on him and with the criticism of his passion. But to the point, in the sense of the characterisation of the main cast, DPS feels different from the other three because the Dead Poets are three-dimensional, engaging, entertaining, and even likeable in a way that the characters from the other three are not. And they’re all rich enough to attend a very well-to-do private boarding school, but they’re not stuck-up and classist, in fact hardly ever bringing up matters of money and even making fun of the Danburrys a bit. They feel more accessible than any other group does, which is what I respect about them.

And last but not least, the message. As far as the moods/tones and themes of the Big Four go, DPS is the only one with any sort of hope at the ending, and the only one with a “true” aesthetic for the characters to chase. The three of the dark academia Big Four all focus on taking something too far and it going horribly wrong - the Greek class gets so into studying the Classics that they have a bacchanal and kill a man and then kill a man to prevent him from telling someone that they killed a man, which leads to yet another man dead and the rest of them unhappy; the Dellecher fourth-years get so into Shakespeare and the roles they play/their typecasts that Richard ends up dead, Oliver ends up in prison, James ends up either dead or faking his death, and everyone else suffers like I mentioned earlier; and in Kill Your Darlings, David ends up dead, Lu ends up in prison, and Allen ends up expelled. TSH has a very bleak epilogue - Richard is confused and yearning, Charles is still drunk and who-knows-where cut off from the rest of them, Camilla has her dying grandmother to worry about, Henry and Bunny are dead, and Francis is forcing himself to marry a woman he doesn’t even like as a person, let alone not being physically attracted to her whole-ass gender, because he would rather make himself miserable than be cut off from the financial support of his family. Donna Tartt leaves us with a depressing, unsatisfying ending - which is all part of the theme, but I’ll get to its relation to DPS later. All in all, TSH’s tone is a very dark one, and its message to not let yourself get so caught up in the aesthetic that you let yourself fall/sacrifice your morals (and also not to idolise rich assholes because they can and will use you and ruin your life), while relevant and important, is far from inspiring or uplifting. Similarly, they go too far in IWWV, pursuing Shakespeare until it fucks them all up, and it has a similar theme to TSH. Its ending, while I like it better than TSH’s, is still quite pessimistic; there’s a little glimmer of possibility there, but not really all that much, and you get the sense that things are never going to fix themselves. In Kill Your Darlings, too, Lu and Allen get so caught up in the New Vision that they let the rest of their lives fall apart around them, and the ending is a bit confused and “meh.” DPS, however, has a lot of hope in its ending. Yes, Neil’s death was sad, and so was Keating taking the fall for it, but despite that, Keating is able to walk out of that classroom with a smile on his face; the ending isn’t entirely sad, it’s bittersweet. DPS’s message is all about carpe diem, seize the day, make your lives extraordinary, and they all presumably go on to do that (except Neil, who died because he was unable to do that). While the aesthetic the characters chase in TSH sort of hinges on their rich assholery, the aesthetic the characters chase in IWWV more or less depends on their isolation and general fucked-up-ness, and the aesthetic the characters chase in Kill Your Darlings is pretty much based on substance abuse and not giving a fuck, all of which lead to their lives being ruined on varying levels, the aesthetic the characters chase in DPS not only doesn’t really ruin their lives and also seems to be much more attainable in a tangible way. While Keating loses his job, he’s able to walk out of the classroom with a smile on his face because he knows that he did what he came there to do - he inspired his students to live life to the fullest and think for/be true to themselves, which is actually a quite healthy aesthetic to strive for, especially compared to the other ones I’ve talked about. The ending of DPS isn’t entirely happy, but there’s so much hope in it, something which the other three lack, and because of that, it feels separate from them.

Anyway yeah. I’m not going to write a big ol’ conclusion because I’ve already taken up so much space, but yeah. Thanks for coming to my TEDTalk lol.

[harlowsbby]

Can I request the reader and Jack being in the very early stages of their relationship, like they're still technically friends but they're moving towards being more. So Jack brings her to meet his friends and Neelam is being bitter and just a hater, so she tries to embarrassed the reader by like giving her an NDA to sign in front of anyone (because Jack didn't want to give her one because he trusts her). You can choose how it goes from there, maybe Jack gets mad at Neelam because she been had a stank attitude towards the reader all day

Circles

“They’ll love you I promise baby.” You we’re a fidgeting mess in your seat, today was the day you were meeting all of Jack’s closes friends and family.

You’ve met his friends like Urban and Druski before and the three of you were stuck together since like glue. You still have yet to meet Nemo, Neelam and all of Jack’s other friends and his brother which is why you were so on edge.

“But what if they think I’m weird? What if they say I can’t dress right or that my head is too big.” Jack stiffed a laugh and moved his hand over to your thigh, caressing it and cooing. “I promise you baby they won’t say anything like that, besides I’m the only one that can say you have a big head.”

You shoved his hand off your thigh and crossed your arms over your chest before facing the window while Jack was trying his hardest to contain his laughter. “Baby I’m playing around with you, they’ll all love you I know they will.”

“I hope you’re right Jack.” Looking out the window you tried your best to ease your nerves, growing up you always cared a lot about what other people thought about you so the way you were acting tonight wasn’t really new or anything different.

Your mother always taught you that first impression is always a big deal and that you need to stand out but stand out in a good way. Your relationship with Jack was still fairly fresh and new he wanted to take things slow with you but he trusted you one hundred percent.

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A few minutes later the two of you were finally pulling up to Jack’s house, it was much bigger in person. Whenever the two of you were on the phone together he’d give you a little house tour but seeing his house in person almost blew you away.

“You live here?” He chucked and nodded, taking your hand in his hand. “Yes I live here baby, all my neighbors are a bunch of old rich white people so it’s always quiet over here.” “They aren’t suspicious of some young white rapper living here?” He shrugged his shoulders and pulled out his keys, unlocking the front door. “I’m not sure but I don’t really care.”

Once inside you could’ve swore your entire jaw was hanging open by now. “Damn it’s nice in here, are you sure you aren’t married with a wife and kids? It’s all clean.” He raised his eyebrow at you. “Oh so you’re calling me dirty now?” You waved your hands in defense. “I’m not saying that it just smells and looks really clean.”

“I’m messing with you baby but come on everyone is in the kitchen.” Jack took your head and led you into the kitchen, the closer you got the louder it got, several voices could be heard coming from the kitchen.

“Urban stop being so greedy! You know you didn’t need to eat three cups of noddles.” “Well actually you’re wrong because I’m a growing man and I need the nutrition.” Neelam rolled her eyes. “The nutritions? Ramen doesn’t have nutrition in it.”

“I hope you didn’t eat all of my ramen up.” Everyone turned their attention to the door by the sound of Jack’s voice coming from the doorway.

“Y/N! You actually showed up.” Urban smiled and went to give you a hug and you happily hugged him back. “Of course you know I had to come see you again, is Druski here?” “I’m right here baby.” Looking past Urban that’s when you saw Druski.

“Druski!” You smiled and went to hug him, “I see you’re still with that white man.” He said, talking about Jack. “Don’t be jealous you know that’ll be you one day.” You smirked making his eyes go wide. “Really?!” “No Druski.” Everyone laughed as Druski groaned.

“Well I’m going to go get some snacks from the store, anybody coming with?” Jack asked. “I’ll come with you.” Ace said. Jack gave you a small smile and blew you a kiss before heading out the door.

“So who are you?” You turned around seeing a fairly short women with a bunch of highlights in her hair. “Neelam that’s Y/N you know who she is.” Urban said, Neelam was one of Jack’s many mangers you heard about her a few times and how possessive she seemed to be when it came to Jack.

“I know who she is Urban but I wanna know what’s her title.” “Her title?” Druski asked Neelam. She removed herself from the doorway and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a drink and faced you all again. “Yeah are Jack’s girlfriend, are you a little fling? What do you want from Jack because if it’s money I can give you some right now so you can leave.”

You were taken off guard you didn’t even know who this lady was and she just automatically assumed you were with Jack for the money. “What are you talking about Neelam? That’s Jack’s girlfriend and Y/N isn’t like that so whatever you’re thinking stop thinking it.” Druski came to your defense.

“I have my eyes on you Y/N.” She rolled her eyes at Druski and walked away and once she left you felt as if you could finally breathe again. “Well that wasn’t awkward at all.” You tried brushing it off and changing the energy in the room. “I’m sorry she acted like that towards you just try not to pay her any mind.” Urban reassured you.

“Yeah Neelam’s just really possessive when it comes to Jack so the way she acts is understandable.” Maybe they were right she didn’t really have a reason not to like you and at the same time you understood where she was coming from especially since a lot of girls Jack had been with are only with him for his money.

“I mean I guess but it’s whatever, so Druski is it true you’re talking to somebody?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him making him grin wide. While you waited for Jack to return you tried to keep yourself busy but you kept repeating what just happened a few minutes ago in your head.

You had a feeling somebody wasn’t going to like you but maybe you were getting too much in your head right now or maybe you weren’t.

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The entire afternoon you tried distracting yourself and avoiding Neelam, you decided to not tell Jack mainly because you knew how important tonight was for him and it was just a small little incident.

You were all in the living room watching a few scary movies, you were leaning into Jack’s side with his arm over your shoulder while everyone else was scattered across the living room.

The entire movie you had this feeling like someone was watching you but just decided to brush it off as a sign you were being paranoid until you eventually just couldn’t stand it anymore. Looking to the side of you that’s when you saw Neelam glaring at you.

Your eyes widened and you quickly turned your attention back to the screen. “Baby? You good you keep moving.” Jack looked down at noticed how you were biting your bottom lip. “Is the movie too scary? I can turn it off.” The concern in his voice clearly evident. “No it’s okay it’s not the movie, it’s nothing.”

Jack was going to press the issue further because he hated when you kept secrets or things away from him but he decided against it and let it go.

Drawing your attention back on the movie just wasn’t happening it bothered you that Neelam had a issue with you mainly because you weren’t sure what you did to make her not like you, everyone else was so welcoming and greeted you with opened arms well everyone besides her.

All you wanted to do was go home to your place and be in Jack’s arms you no longer felt comfortable being here. Once the movie was over everyone cleaned up and back into the kitchen to figure out what to make and eat.

“We have chicken, rice, broccoli.” Jack named random things in his fridge. “Everything healthy where’s the junk food at.” Ace mumbled. “Y/N if you ask Jack if we can get pizza he’ll do it.” Urban begged. “What’s in it for me if I ask?” “I’ll give you my lifetime supply of ramen.” You thought about it for a second and took his offer. “Sounds like a deal, Jack how about we order some pizza.”

“I don’t really want pizza and I can’t eat it, some chicken and broccoli sounds good.” Neelam butted in. Jack looked over at Neelam and back at you, the pout on your lips made it hard for Jack to say no. “If my baby wants pizza then pizza is what we’re having.”

You cheered along with the guys while Neelam sat in the corner. “Gold digger much.” She muttered under her breath. “What was that Neelam?” Jack raised his eyebrow at her. “Oh I said get pineapple on the pizza.” You watched how she took her phone and went upstairs to do God knows what. “What’s her issue?” Nemo asked and you shrugged your shoulders, you had no idea but you wanted to know.

Eventually the pizza came and you were all sitting in the kitchen just eating and talking when you noticed Neelam wasn’t downstairs yet. “Is Neelam coming to eat? Her food is going to get cold.” Jack pulled out his phone and messaged her, letting her know the pizza was here.

Jack had a feeling she wasn’t going to answer based off the argument they had earlier.

flashback

“Jack you need to have her sign an NDA, I understand you love her but it’s for your own good.” Neelam argued back.

Jack didn’t want to have you sign an NDA because he trusted you and knew you weren’t like girls he’s even with in the past but Neelam kept pushing him to do it. “It isn’t necessary Neelam.”

“How do you know that Jack? I saw the way she came in here and was looking around at everything it’s only a matter of time before she’s sucking you dry.” She spat at him and flopped on the chain in Jack’s office. Jack rubbed the side of his and ran his fingers through his curls.

“Let’s just drop this alright? She isn’t signing the damn NDA and that’s final.” Jack slammed the door, leaving Neelam alone in her thoughts.

She opened up the desk and pulled out a stack of papers. “Trust me she’ll be signing that NDA.” Neelam wanted what was best for Jack and her mind everything she was doing to protect him but in reality she was only hurting him.

flashback over

After a few minutes she finally came came back down. “So how does everyone feel about Y/N?” Jack blurted out making you almost choke on your food. “Jack literally please you guys don’t have to ask that.” You nervously laughed.

“I love Y/N she’s just like you just the less annoying version.” Nemo joked making Jack toss a piece of pepperoni at him. “Yeah I agree with Nemo I really like Y/N.” Ace said.

“What about you Neelam?” It was quiet for a few seconds the only sound coming from her chewing, once she finished her pizza she looked up at you all. “Honestly I think she’s fun but not really Jack’s type.” The room got silent and this awkwardness filled the air. “What?” Nemo asked.

“Look Jack has introduced us to many girls before and all of those girls all played him and used him since he has money now and what makes Y/N so different.” She spoke as if you weren’t in the room. Jack’s grip on your thigh tightened.

“Watch what you say about Y/N.” Jack told her but Neelam didn’t care she was going to get her point across regardless. “Why are you with Jack?” She asked you, everyone in the room now looking at you. “I mean we-well I love Jack and he loves me.” She raised her left brow. “And you see yourself being with him forever?” Jack gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “I do.”

She wickedly smiled and pulled out a stack of paper from her purse. “I mean if you say you’re going to be with Jack I hope you don’t mind signing this NDA.” She pushed it over towards you with a pen.

You were beyond embarrassed everyone in the room was looking at you, waiting to see what you were going to do or say. “What’s this shit Neelam, I thought we walked about this earlier.” Jack told her.

“You talked about this with her? So it was your idea.” Your spoke your voice barley above a whisper as you turned to look at Jack with teary eyes. His face fell at how heartbroken and disappointed you looked. “No I’d never do anything like that Y/N I trust you baby.”

Shaking your head at him you removed his grip from you and jumped off the kitchen counter. “I want to go home.” You squeaked with your eyes shut. “Let’s just talk about this baby please.” He begged and went to grab your arm but you pulled it back. “I said I wanna go home.” You demanded.

“I’ll take you back home Y/N.” Nemo grabbed his keys and took you outside. “I’ll come with you two.” Jack went to go follow after you but Drama pulled him back. “I think she needs some space besides you need to solve things out here.” He told Jack.

Jack watched with sad eyes as you let from the kitchen with your head down, tears clearly spilling from your eyes. He wanted tonight to go smoothly and perfectly and it was at first, maybe he made the mistake of brining you tonight, he had a feeling it was too soon.

“You know you really are manger of the year huh Neelam?” The sarcasm dripping from the tone of Urban’s voice. “Oh well I did what Jack wouldn’t do.” She continued to eat her pizza while Jack stood there heartbroken.

[orionlancasterr]

15 lines of dialogue

I was tagged by @adelaidedrubman and @8bitpizzacoupons I am also suuuper late so i'm not gonna tag anyone myself lmao

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

Noose

“Gob were you ghoulified by a direct nuclear blast or by gradual exposure? I was talking to Moira and she said that those were the two ways to become a ghoul but I found a government study in the national archives about how they were trying to make ghouls before the war because they thought that they would survive the bombs better but since ghouls are sterile it wasn’t much of a good option so they only made a few of them and- Gob are you a pre-war ghoul? I mean it’s unlikely but I’m taking notes because I heard that there was a doctor in necropolis who studies ghouls and- oh sorry.”

“Oh my god Rust is gonna love you guys, she’s a total nerd, I think she’s read the user manuals for the T-45’s like a million times.”

“Vault 87 is actually kind of interesting because from what I read it wasn’t even originally supposed to be a research site but I couldn’t find any records on what the original experiment was supposed to be despite the fact that it was changed last minute…and of course it’s awful that its right behind your town of course and the super mutants have been killing your people for years, right. Sorry.”

“I’ll come find you in Bigtown in few years, promise.”

“Jesus, RJ is running a whole town by himself and you wont let me leave Megaton without what, an armed body guard? I’ve been shot, stabbed and blown up just this month alone and I’m still standing. I can handle myself.” (They are 13)

“Feel like a big man, killing a kid for a poker chip?”

“Just my fucking luck.”

“You’re a smart guy Arcade what do you think happened- OW Shit!”

“We’re gonna walk right on in together and see just how much your legionnaires care about you.”

“The NCR, the Legion, House they’re all the same and you’re too stubborn to even see it! All these people want is control, they don’t care about any one person, hell at least the legion is transparent about it. I mean do you think if you kill enough kids and old women that Kimball will come all the way from Shady Sands to personally suck your dick, Boone? What did you think would happen? I’m fucking talking to you, asshole!”

“Kill yourself.” 12 “I read about this place once, in the DC Library. It was supposed to be a top tier resort for a bunch of rich people. I don’t think it ever opened before the bombs fell.”

“I wanted to be an archivist when I was a kid. I loved collecting information like you love collecting spare parts…I wonder if we’d have met when we were little, if we’d grown up together if we’d have worked out.”

“Who did you say you were waiting on? MacCready? Like, RJ? From Little Lamplight?”

“I’m tired.”

[oldsargasso]

A sudden thought—do you think Winner’s parents dote on the rest of the polycule? I get the impression Kim’s family is back in Korea, so him and Dean and Kenta don’t exactly have any blood relations around. While Winner’s parents certainly aren’t the BEST people, do you think they take well to his boyfriends? Do they have them over for regularly scheduled family dinner time? Do they gift the boys overly large portraits of Winner? So many thoughts to be had

woke up to this and then had to do actual work at my actual job instead of replying 😒 might be a crime actually.

I have been thinking about Winner and his parents a LOT lately actually (working on the next part of bad habits - I JUST REALISED I haven't posted part 3 yet lol) anyway. Yes. to all of that.

I'm looking at all this from the headcanon that Winner's parents are rich and they dote on him like no other (he's an only child FOR SURE). they love him and he loves them. maybe there was a time when he was a moody teenager and he said he hated them but they're past that now. his mother was definitely one of those mums that turns up to school events way overdressed but pulling it off because you can tell she's so thrilled to be there for her kid. but also she complains to the principal if Winner doesn't win something.

sorry am now just thinking about Winner being excited for when he's old enough to be included in his parents "bitching about other people" sessions. if anyone's house is well-stocked with nice alcohol it's theirs.

I think they accept him having a boyfriend because he's their son and they love him. they're just happy he's settling down 😌(winner used to get around for sure) it definitely starts as just ONE boyfriend. test the waters. I'm enamoured with our idea of Winner using his parent's connection and money to get Dean's legal punishment massively downgraded or absolved. and Dean's a sweet boy 😌 (I'm thinking about this conversation lol) his parents are like "okay! a boyfriend! living together already? that's a big step sweetheart--- no you're right it does make sense financially but you know we're always happy to help, you don't need three housemates even--- no we understand, you like to always have people around but you know you're always welcome to move back home---well of course we want you to be happy, darling but---" then Winner does visit them at home. and brings Dean and their two. housemates.

Kim is their favourite obviously. even when he's just hanging around as a "friend". he's polite! he smells really good - no it's not weird to notice that about your son's friends okay - and he's really good at diffusing any kind of tensions that might build up.

but Winner's parents DO NOT like Kenta. he would ping a parent's radar so hard. danger senses in high alert. he doesn't hardly talk. he always stands in awkward places, like he's not really trying to join the conversation? "and he smokes, darling, I thought you said you were going to quit, that can't be a good influence". and then Winner's mum accidentally sees Kenta's back, all scarred - Winner makes up a story like "oh he was in a bad car accident..." and his mother is like "oh well time to adopt him actually." and Kenta gets into the kitchen and bakes a bunch of delicious things and further cements his place in their hearts.

and then obviously they get caught mixing up the couples. maybe Kim kisses Winner (they thought his parents were gone!) and they're like "how could you cheat on poor lovely Dean! we raised you better than that! although it is Kim...." and then Winner and his parents get drunk and have a heart to heart.

it takes a moment but Winner's parents are like "well obviously many people would fall in love with our wonderful son 🥰" Winner's dad sits the other three down for a communal shovel talk. his mum corners Winner and shows him every single present her husband ever bought her like "this is the standard, sweetheart, I better not hear of you not meeting it". they send gifts for everyone's birthdays and half the time it's things Winner didn't even know the others liked or wanted.

[halfelven]

Genuine question, what movies are you talking about in that post? Bc I can't think of any that fit that description but I'm also not a big movie person so I may just have been lucky with the ones I've seen dkjsfa

disclaimer! don’t @ me saying to watch better movies! i do! i just watch a LOT of movies! i like to see what’s going out there since i study media*

also i know this is badly written. i have not pulled myself together after a very long year and a half

this got rambly so i’m putting my tl;dr here: comedy feels stagnant to me, and that makes me feel weird when it comes to things (some of which are aimed at kids/teens)

okay so if you don’t watch a lot of movies you probably missed them! the kind of movies i was thinking about are mostly comedies that are aimed at teens but really just don’t feel right. just stupid forgettable movies that will have a random adult (maybe a teacher) make some comment about back in their day. and they just feel off in a very specific way where it’s like idk who is writing this but i don’t think they have a grasp of what is going on

probably due to being rich

i am terrible with titles and names and i’m currently in the wilderness so i’m not too confident matching scenes to titles

(also that post was slamming together a few themes i’ve seen repeated in different movies and shows and they are not all american. some are canadian/uk/australia but i use the ‘too movies’ or ‘too much (blank) on tv’ thing as a joke)

also some of the movies/shows are marketed to adults not teens. they also carry with some of those themes. um. working moms (show) is canadian and i’m not sure if they’re millennial or gen x but they have a lot of weird recurring issues with ‘ooh scary generation gap with my kids.’

and i think um. i’m trying to remember the name. idk it stars the australian woman who was in pitch perfect and she’s in a coma and wakes up 20 years later and goes back to school and they make the slur jokes. that is the one i watched most recently. i was having a hard time with trying to figure out who the target audience was… can’t remember the name and i watched it last week

another movie i can’t remember the name of that i think was marketed at teens also had the weird ‘oh the climate change protest kids just want attention’ gimmick that the movie with the pitch perfect woman had

is sarah jessica parker gen x? her new sec and the city show is Wild. one of the groups presentations in my media discourse class was about the representation of sexual minorities between the old sex and the city and the new sex and the city. i can try to find one of the articles they referenced in that because how the new one is almost more isolating is really interesting

which is kind of a trend? a ohh boo hoo don’t yell at me mean minorities!! i’m trying!! kind of vibe that runs through a lot of new movies/shows

like there is this distinct weirdness that is coming in with media created by white female comedians (i say female bc i tend to watch movies with female leads) amy palmer or pohler or whatever her name is. she has a movie out like 5 years ago? it had this teenage girl finding her mom’s old punk albums or something

but basically i had been watching a bunch of comedy things with female leads and so many are just weird. like it was leaving me wondering like what are the shows/movies teens are getting that feel somewhat authentic?

obviously movies are weird and there aren’t a lot of good ones that really stand out. and there have been constant jokes about how young people are portrayed in media for forever probably

but i think that movies are a good medium for comfort and hope, maybe especially for children and teens. you don’t have to have the energy to read to yourself. you can watch it when you’re doing something else with your hands. or are sick.

it’s the visuals. and the music. the way you can do something else while getting a story. they are very human.

and comedies are much harder to do than dramas. but they have a different sort of catharsis. i don’t know. people tend to downplay them as just stupid when there is a deep connection humans try to have through humour. i’m rambling but i just really love comedies and i love stories for children and stories for teens and i think they’re all downplayed as. being stupid. or easy. like you don’t have to try.

i’m sorry this just turned into rambling. maybe writers just went too far with the ‘set things in high school bc a.) kids will make emotional decisions that you wouldn’t see an adult character make b.) your characters are trapped in that environment c.) unlike college, they are trapped with other characters on mostly the same schedule and d.) they still see breakups etc as life and death situations’ advice that they give writers (this is paraphrased from several screenwriting guides i’ve read)

but idk i’m just bothered by the comedies i’ve been watching. and comedies do tend to show a lot about the current state of the world. comedies and horror are both downplayed genres that show a lot.

again sorry this is rambly. i don’t have energy to find my sources. there are interesting theories on comedy out there that just make me feel weird about what i’m seeing. like it’s so stagnant. that’s my tl;dr

most comedies i’ve seen lately seem stagnant

*i have a degree in this so i feel bad that i’m not pulling sources bc it feels like plagiarism at points

[tragedykery]

you wanna ramble about some of your visions of the little guys? because i would Love to hear <333 (also feel free to ignore this if you don't want to, haha!!!)

thank you so so much for sending this ask ily <333 and I am. so so so sorry this started out as just a short stating of facts but then it began to lead a life of its own (uh cw for animal death)

ok for background info I’ve got this post here with a character list doc etc but it’s not really necessary to understand this

anyway I’ll be talking about sita (tag) bc I love her <3

in the kyoshi novels it’s said that all air nomads are benders but I think that’s stupid. there definitely are air nomad non-benders but they’re uncommon and generally don’t live in the temples.

sita is one of those non-benders. as she grows up in the eastern air temple, she practices the katas and fighting style just as hard as the other kids—maybe even harder—but no matter how hard she tries, she cannot get the air to move as it does for her peers. she feels like an outsider. there’s one other non-bender girl there, but she’s a few years older. they play together a lot, and it helps, but when the girl leaves to travel the world, sita is left behind, and she feels more alone than she ever has before.

she knows it’s not the fault of the her friend or other nuns, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. so one day, when she just can’t take it anymore, she stuffs her bag with food and all the airbending scrolls she can find (she cannot kill the hope inside her that maybe if she practices hard enough…). she gets her bison and flies away.

(she’s sixteen.)

she tries to find her old friend, but she could be anywhere. so she explores the world, and she’s happier than she’s been in a long time.

however, one day, her bison gets sick. she’s camping somewhere on an island in the fire nation, but no one there knows how to help her. she sets out toward the eastern air temple, but as they’re flying over the sea, they get caught in a storm. she worries they’re not going to survive, but by some stroke of luck, they get rescued by a bunch of seafarers on a ship called the ziyou. they’re friendly, and the captain promises to take care of them for as long as they need, but sita was right about one thing. her bison doesn’t survive.

taituk, the captain, promises they’ll drop her off at the nearest port, but.

she has no reason to go to the air temples now. it would only stir up painful memories. and her chances of finding her old friend, alone in the earth kingdom, on foot, are practically zero. she thinks about it.

she knows the crew she had initially thought to be regular seafarers are pirates. but they’re not like what she has heard about pirates. when she experiences a raid (she isn’t expected to participate and can just hide in the room she’s been staying in) she listens anxiously. she can hear taituk give the crew a sort of pep talk, and hears them tell the crew, with the practised ease of someone who has given a speech a thousand times before, to not hurt anyone unless absolutely necessary. “surrender and no harm will come to you,” she hears taituk call out to people on the other ship. and when the merchant ship’s captain surrenders, they follow through on their word.

she gets to know the crew. she learns about their motives, how they’re all outcasts, how they only attack the ships of rich merchants or other pirates, how most of them turned to piracy because there was no other option, to feed themselves and in some cases their families too.

maybe, sita thinks, she can figure out how to make this work.

—

sita’s been on the ziyou for almost two years. she’s gotten good at incorporating the fighting skills she’s learned on the ship into the air nomad fighting style she has such extensive knowledge of. she learns she has a talent for using projectile weapons—though nisha remains the best with throwing knives, she’s easily the second best, and her handiness with a bow and arrows more than makes up for it. she’s decent with a spear too, though she’s more defensive with it than the girl who teaches her, aki, would like.

(the cook, chusak, offers to teach her his weird fighting style of throwing pans at people, but she turns him down. that’s just weird and impractical and more often than not leaves people with bruises, concussions, or broken bones. well, she doesn’t need to learn to use every possible projectile weapon.)

she might not be able to bend air like she had always wished (and still wishes) she could, but as she pins an enemy to the mast with nothing more than a flick of her wrist or the release of a taut bowstring, or feels the salty wind ruffle her hair as she stands in the crow’s nest, she finds she doesn’t mind her lack of bending as much as she used to. she’s made peace with it.

she’s still shocked, though, when one day during a raid (the captain refused to surrender, proud as the beifongs he works for), she looks over her shoulder and sees a woman floating several feet above the deck. her eyes are closed and her long hair whips in the wind, and while she’s wearing earth kingdom clothing and doesn’t have any tattoos, there’s no way she’s not an airbender.

“what’s an airbender doing on a ship like that?” she muses to taituk as they’re hauling boxes of loot onto their own ship. “she must be powerful. to lift yourself into the air and create a storm like that takes a lot of strength.” (no one knows, of course, that was the avatar state, and they don’t realise it for a long time.)

“well, whatever the case, we’re lucky chusak knocked her out,” nisha grumbles. she turns to show the two of them a nasty-looking gash on her shoulder. “she almost got me with one of her own knives.”

taituk pulls a face. “ouch. well, better go see mallik, then.” nisha rolls her eyes and grumbles something sarcastic before walking off, but before sita can tease taituk about being “romantic” (she doesn’t have proof yet, but she knows!), taituk says, frowning, “iraluq said they seemed scared, though. the airbender I mean. scared and confused, as they threw up their arms and knocked her ice daggers away. as if they didn’t know what they had what they done or how.”

sita’s still pondering that over a few hours later, when she hears shouting on the other side of the ship. she rushes there to investigate. she makes her way through the crowd that has gathered on the deck. “what’s happen–”

she falls silent as she sees the airbender standing pressed against the wall, terrified.

“everyone give us some space!” taituk calls. “go on with what you were previously doing. nothing to see here.”

“what happened?” sita whispers to nuvuja, who’s, for some reason, is opening all the crates they had gotten from the raid and checking their contents.

nuvuja’s reply is brisk. “xuan managed to accidentally kidnap a person.”

“how?!”

nuvuja slams the crate she’d been rummaging through shut and opens the next one. “he was supposed to help check the loot but got lazy. just carried crates onto the ship without checking if their contents were the same as the labels. and apparently the airbender fell into a crate of rice when she got knocked out by chusak. lid slammed shut. we just found out while getting stuff for dinner.”

she grimaces as she looks over at the airbender. taituk is speaking to her softly, and while she looks less scared than before, her eyes are full of tears. “poor girl,” nuvuja murmurs. “we’ve got no clue where her ship is now. stranded on a ship in the middle of the sea with a bunch of pirates. she must be terrified.”

sita thanks nuvuja, and walks off to join taituk. maybe she can help.

—

apparently the airbender—hira—does not, in fact, know she is one. or she didn’t, until now. she and sita become fast friends. sita’s a friendly presence, a reassuring constant in the scary period waiting hira’s caught in until they reach land.

“I guess I should go to one of the temples, huh?” hira says a few days after her arrival on the ship. she tries for humour, but sounds breathless. scared. “if I want to learn”—she hesitates for a moment—“bending.”

she’d been both scared and elated to learn she was a bender. apparently she’s grown up as an orphan with no knowledge of her heritage.

“I can try to teach you some stuff, if you want,” sita offers.

hira’s eyes widen. “you’re an airbender too?!”

sita tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “no.” she tries for a smile. “but I grew up in the temples, so I know a few things.”

(she knows more than a few things.)

—

it’s weird, teaching someone to bend when sita can’t herself, but they make it work. hira’s a prodigy, easily executing techniques sita remembers took the other girls at the temple months to master. (techniques sita will never be able to do.) sita can help her, teach her, in a way hira will never be able to do for her. you can’t give someone bending, after all.

they meditate together, and cook air nomad recipes with chusak’s help. she teaches hira to read, write and speak the most common air nomad languages, and hira teaches her her earth kingdom town’s language in return.

it would be so easy to be jealous of hira. and maybe she is jealous, just a little. but she doesn’t let that jealousy fester, doesn’t let it turn into resentment. she won’t ever be able to bend, but she can be proud of hira, can be happy for her. can laugh with her as they mess up the recipe for fruit pies and smile at her when she masters yet another kata. she can participate in her culture with another air nomad, one who she knows won’t judge her for being a non-bender. (she spent the first twenty-seven years of her life as one, after all.)

and it will be enough.

(she doesn’t know that hira is jealous of her in the same way, for growing up in the temples. (hira’s spent her whole life wanting nothing more than connection with her culture.) but much in the same way, hira doesn’t allow her jealousy to lead her. she and sita are both air nomads who will always be a little bit of an outsider, and they’ll have to stick together. it’s not just that, though. she likes being around this chatty, lively kid (“I’m eighteen!” sita always protests). she likes to gossip with her and sit in the crow’s nest together and play silly games and have competitions who have climb the masts the fastest. sita is one of the main reasons hira decides to stay when the ziyou reaches the port taituk had promised they’d drop her off at.)

(the rest of the crew notices, that since hira’s arrival, sita seems happier than she’s ever been.)

[randomlyritchie]

Sooooooo…this is why it’s important to read the Bible for yourself. Because all I have ever heard about Solomon is that he was so wise & this made me pray for wisdom. Imagine my surprise when a few weeks ago I flipped in my Bible to see that this was coming. AFTER GOD GAVE HIM ALL THAT HE GAVE HIM, HE TURNED ON HIM OVER A BUNCH OF WOMEN!!!!!!! I often struggle with feeling like God rewards the foolish. This is not to say that I’m so perfect because I’m not. But I was raised to believe that I would be so blessed if I was a good little girl. I am blessed…but I don’t have these kinds of riches. And he was old doing this. If you go on to read you will see that HE BUILT IDOLS OF OTHER GODS FOR THESE WOMEN!!! AND WHY DID HE NEED THIS MANY WOMEN AND CONCUBINES??? CONCUBINES???

So, yeah, Solomon built all of that stuff for God & then turned around & built false gods. It’s very disappointing & disheartening. I think we all should continue to pray for wisdom but perhaps continued wisdom AND APPLICATION needs to be the goal. What is it to know things but not apply them. But I’m so blown that this man really built these false idols. I’m so disappointed! Like, please never talk to me about Solomon again. ✌🏾 Read your Bible, kids. The church just grazes over stuff sometimes. I also just want to say that there are people who hold positions in ministry that don’t necessarily endorse reading your Bible heavily. When I talk about my infamous darkest time in my life, I told people that I was going to read the Bible to try to heal myself. They acted like this was not necessary. And it wasn’t like a thing of maybe I should take more measures…like medication. It was like I didn’t need to be reading my Bible that much.

To this day, I will tell anyone that the Bible got me through that time. I also did take medication for a while. However, it was the Word that did it. I will never speak against going to church, but I will always say you need more than that. And this is only for those who want to be Christians. If not, I’m not preaching to you. I grew up & consider myself to be religious, so I speak the language. However, I also know how to just be a human friend without bringing my beliefs into it. And all of my beliefs are not every Christian’s beliefs. I will be the first to say I don’t understand why certain things are in the Bible & it’s hard for me to reconcile it. But my relationship with God is not even based off of the church. It’s way more personal than that. I read the Bible because it helps me…but I have trouble with some of it. I feel like I always have to say this. I can’t please everyone…but I never want to hurt anyone either. And I’m being so honest. I kind of just block certain things out when it comes to religion because I don’t understand it. Yes, the Bible is the Bible…but I didn’t write it.

Anyway, this post is all over the place. 😂😂😂 If you are still here, I just want to say to watch who you tie yourself to. This is not just in the way of romantic dealings. It’s family, friends, business partners, & just anyone. Sometimes God takes us away from people because He knows they are going to get us off track. This can be VERY painful because it can hit home in a real way. Sometimes the closest people to you will mess you up. Some of them are not following God the same as you. Some appear to have it all together, but their hearts are not completely with God. David was a man after God’s own heart. If you compare David to Solomon, they were different. David did sin against God…but His heart was with Him. Apparently, Solomon’s heart wasn’t in the same place. It’s so hard to process because Solomon did all of that building for God. It just goes to show that you can’t judge a book by its cover. If God pulls you away from something, try not to go back to it. I’m talking to myself because I dealt with that this week. “No contact” is not just for romance. It’s for anything that you know is not good for you.

Sooo, these are just a bunch of thoughts after my fasting time. Sorry if it’s chaotic…but this what it’s like to have a conversation with me… at times.😂😂😂 Happy Sunday! I love you all! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Also… I still fast every week, I just don’t always post about it. :)

[the1975attheirverybest]

You're right about youth being the catalyst for change but question is whether that change is positive or negative

Constructive criticism is important because things only seem to be getting worse rather than getting better .the idea was to leave the world in a slightly better position for the next generation than how we inherited it

Gabor mate talks about how we live in a toxic society that breeds mental health issues.and i think gen z is partly to blame for that.They are technologically savvy but also technologically dependent. These apps were meant to foster better relationships but instead we are getting higher levels of anxiety disconnection and depression than before

Their idea of change is to ban books they disagree with, cancel people they dislike and throw paint at priceless paintings to protest against climate change

I totally agree with you that being technologically dependent is not as positive as we like to think it is, sometimes. But I don’t know if the blame is squarely on the shoulders of gen z for that. I think it would be fair to say that none of us, regardless of generation, ever expected technology to be so totally present in our lives. Like, when the internet was first invented, the idea of something like Instagram would’ve blown our fuckin marbles. Hahaha.

But that’s true of any kind of “new technology” not just social media. It’s the exact same problem we had with atomic weapons. We were just so excited by the possibility that such a thing could potentially be invented that we rushed to make it happen and didn’t think about the ethical, psychological, social, or environmental effects. Then we ended the lives of a bunch of innocent people and went “well maybe that was a shit idea” a bit too late. Technological advancements rarely ever come with a humanistic handbook that teaches us how to handle them properly. Sadly, we only ever discover the negative when it’s too late. That’s what happened with social media. We kept saying to ourselves “omg imagine being able to connect with friends, family members, and even strangers, on the other side of the globe! How exciting!” A few decades later: Twitter. I think we can all agree Twitter is a miserable black hole, lmao.

I think Gen z holds the burden because they’re the generation who’s lived enough on this stuff to start showing it’s more long term effects.

Also, I feel like it’s not entirely their fault. The people who are banning books and making these shit decisions are (say it with me everyone) old, rich, straight white dudes. Who, if more of gen z could/ would vote, wouldn’t be in charge anymore. Like, the Supreme Court making the decision about abortions on behalf of all women in the US? A bunch of old white dudes (and Clarance Thomas :( shame on him) the persistent willful ignorance about climate crises? Old straight white dudes? Gun lobbyists blocking any change to fun safety laws? Yup, old straight white dudes.

Who’s trying to do something about it? Greta Thunberg, the March For Our Lives kids, etc. the kids :-)

That said, I do think that sometimes gen z wayyy overdoes it with some stuff. Like “woke culture” and “canceling” people. Ends with society treating Harvey Winestein with the same level of anger they treat Matty Healy, lmao. Like, no, learn to have some critical distance. There’s a difference between an off-color joke and a fuckin sexual assault. That’s why I say some youth culture tends to be an “overcorrection” or reaction to what came before it. They saw that older generations never spoke up, so their solution to be speaking up. Constantly. About everything. With the same level of investment. Whether or not they qualify as experts. Etc. and, yeah, these are the things that gen z does need to reflect on and decide where to go with. But, the rest of it….I’m afraid my generation, and the ones before it, are sort of guilty for putting those kids between a rock and a hard place. They were born into these shitty circumstances and didn’t even stand a chance, lol.

My examples happen to be US-based cuz that’s just where I live, but it seems like Brexit, French nationalism, etc have parallel trajectories in Europe as well. I’m just using things I see everyday as an example.

[wrenreid]

Off Limits

content warnings: legal alcohol consumption, mentions of a gun (hotch’s)

Part Twelve

Telling me not to wear a tie was not too specific. What do I wear? I’ve never been to a party, and I don’t want to look stupid. I already won’t belong there, I don’t particularly want to stand out.

I decide on a lightweight sweater, black jeans, and my beaten up converse. I can feel the nerves course through me as I finish getting ready.

It’s 8:30. It’ll take 10 minutes to get to Hotch’s apartment, and Im already ready. If I sit here and wait to leave at a reasonable minute, I’ll overthink I’ll back out. And I don’t want to back out because Jade will be disappointed. I don’t want to disappoint her.

Thus, I knock on the apartment door 18 minutes too early. Jade opens it, dressed in a t shirt and shorts I don’t think quite qualify as shorts.

“I’m early,” I apologize.

“No worries, come in,” she smiles softly. I oblige. “You can keep me company while I finish getting ready.”

I follow her upstairs where she tells me to sit. I sit on the edge of her bed, staring at my folded hands in my lap.

“Do I look okay? I feel like I look dorky,” I ask, looking up at her as she does something to her face in the mirror.

She turns around, her eyes now lined with black ink. The black eyeliner makes the brown in her eyes pop even more.

“You always look dorky,” she says after examining me.

My eyebrows furrow, and I frown.

“In a good way,” she clarifies. “Why the pumpkin sweater? It’s April.”

“It’s never too early for Halloween, Jade,” I inform her. My words make her chuckle. I smile at the sound.

She turns her back to me once again, heading to her closet. She picks out a shirt and jeans to wear. “Be right back,” she says, taking the clothing items to the bathroom so she can change.

“How do I look?” I ask, smoothing down my shirt. I picked out a blue crop top with a sweetheart neckline. The waist of the straight legged, somewhat baggy jeans I paired with it reach the hem of the blouse.

Spencer looks up, his eyes shining. “Good. You look good,” he says, and his throat sounds so dry I might offer him a glass of water.

I smile softly and grab my white sneakers. After slipping them on and popping in a pair of silver hoop earrings, I motion for Spencer to follow me. On my way out of my room, I grab the jacket I borrowed from him.

The freshly done waves in my hair bounce as I walk down the stairs. Dad and Jack have turned in for the night, but of them being tired from hard work (for my brother, that means playing with his friend all day.)

Spencer and I walk down to his car.

“So where is this party?” He asks, turning the key.

“It’s a house west of Georgetown. You’ll know it when you see a bunch of cars,” I tell him.

“Georgetown?”

“Mhm. Rich, smart kids party. Shouldn’t be too horrible for you, old man.”

“I’m ignoring the last words of that sentence,” he says.

I grin, teasing him. “Do what you need.”

“How did you find out about it if you don’t go to school here?” Spencer questions.

“Social media. I know someone at Georgetown, and he posted a bottle of vodka with the caption ‘turn up tonight’,” I explain. “And I know where he and his roommates live because I am a pro internet stalker.”

“Should that concern me?” His eyebrows raise.

“Only a little,” I scrunch my nose with a smile.

He shakes his head, averting his attention back to the road.

He finds a parking spot, and I lead him into the house. Four boys rent this place, and it’s quite obvious. Though places like this make for the best parties.

Spencer follows close behind me as we step into the house. There’s drunk people dancing sloppily to loud music, almost drunk people attempting to talk over said music, and I would bet couples and strangers hooking up upstairs.

The look on Spencer’s face tells me he’s already hating this decision.

“Just try to have fun, yeah?” I request, leaning up into his ear so he can hear me.

“Okay,” he nods.

I flash him a small smile. We make our way to the kitchen to grab a drink. We unspokenly promise each other not to get any more than slightly tipsy, though I know he’ll probably only have one drink.

We, well, I mingle with some people I don’t know, while Spencer stands next to me, listening.

“Do you want to play a game?” I ask him, practically yelling so I’m audible.

“What game?”

“I don’t know. We could see what they have outside.”

“I could beat you in chess again,” he grins.

“Shut up.” I grab his wrist and lead him outside.

There’s quite a few people out here playing cornhole, beer pong, flip cup, twister, and darts.

“How’s your aim?” Spencer asks.

“Not great.”

“Want to play darts?”

I shrug. “I guess.”

We sneak past drunk college kids and make our way to the dart game. To clear away the guys already playing, I say there’s a kid puking his guts out over by a tree. Works like a charm.

After a few rounds, Spencer realizes I hustled him. “You little liar!”

“It’s not lying, it’s strategic,” I laugh.

“Evil,” he accuses.

“You should’ve known better. I was raised by a man who carries two guns. My aim is impeccable.”

Spencer makes a face of pure defeat and acceptance as he nods.

I pat his shoulder ‘sympathetically’ with a victorious smirk.

On our way to play another game, one of my favorite songs fills my ears. I grab Spencer’s hand. “Come dance with me.”

“I don’t dance,” he says.

“Yeah, and you also don’t win at darts. Come on,” I pull him inside.

We push past people mingling, red solo cups in their hands. We find ourselves in the living room, others dancing around us.

“What do I do?” He asks.

“Put your hands on me.”

Spencer looks like his brain is about to short circuit from overthinking my statement. I grab his hands gently and place them on my hips. Mine then hold onto his shoulders.

“This feels like slow dancing,” he says.

“It’s a little different. Now basically we jump up and down like children or sway our hips on opposite directions. Depends on the beat of the song.”

“How is that dancing?”

I laugh. “I don’t know. It’s just what you do at parties.”

“Seems weird,” Spencer states.

“I could do what she’s doing.” I point over to a girl in a pink dress. Her back is pressed up against a guy’s chest. She slides down, his hands on her body. Her ass grinds on his lap.

Spencer’s face flushes red, and he looks away.

“This it is then,” I chuckle.

As stupid as he may feel, I’m having fun. Letting loose. Letting loose with Spencer. It’s a weird feeling, specially since loose and Spencer don’t belong in the same sentence, but I’m enjoying it.

Eventually, Spencer gives up on fighting it, and he does loosen up. At least a little.

The song changes, but we keep looking at each other, continuing our movements. We’ve inched closer. I can feel his breath brush my hair.

He smells like vanilla and sandalwood. I wouldn’t have mixed those scents together, but it’s amazing. Especially because it’s on him.

The song changes again, and his hands are still on me, mine clutching his biceps. Even closer. Noses bumping.

The way he’s looking down into my eyes makes my heart stop and speed up at the same time. His hands move down, just a little, but enough for me to notice.

Spencer’s mouth is so close to mine I can almost taste him. Sweet honey and spice, that’s what I imagine he tastes like. I want to test my hypothesis. I want to lean in like I’m 98% sure he’s doing right now.

“I think we should leave.”

Surprisingly, it’s me who says it.

“Why? Are you okay?” He asks, eyes searching mine for any sign of distress.

“Yeah. It’s just getting too loud,” I answer.

He nods and takes my hand gently. He leads me out of the house, through the crowds of people.

When we’re back in his car, I take a deep breath.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks again.

I nod. “Yes. There was just too much going on.”

He looks like he’s about to ask me another question, but he doesn’t. Instead, he drives away.

I pull his jacket on, leaving it unzipped. We drive in mostly silence, my eyes gazing out of the window.

When he pulls into my dad’s apartment parking lot, Spencer unbuckles his seatbelt too.

Receiving a questioning look from me, he walks with me to the lobby and onto the elevator.

“You didn’t have to walk me up,” I tell him.

“I know,” he says nonchalantly.

A smile creeps onto my face. I look down at my shoes, rocking on the balls of my feet.

When the doors open, we step off and walk to my door.

We both pause. There’s no words spoken, no gestures to open the door. We just pause.

I inch closer to him, but he’s the one who closes the space between our lips. Spencer’s hands grab the sides of my face as he leans down, pressing his lips to mine. It’s not hard, but it’s not without force.

Our lips move against each others, heads tilting just the right amount. My hands reach up to grip onto his arms. Spencer’s mouth seems to swallow mine, but I like it. I feel the tension within him. He’s wanted this, just like I have. I can tell.

After a split second pause for air, I slam my lips into his again, my tongue slipping into his mouth. His dominates mine, causing a soft sound to release from my throat.

Spencer’s hands slide back into my hair, holding on but not gripping tightly.

We pull away for air, eyes fluttering open.

We pause again, just standing there breathlessly. “Would you like to come in?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” says his mouth, but his body takes steps inside my apartment as I open the door.

Before we’re even halfway in, his lips are on mine again. He shuts the door quietly then leans me against it. My body melts underneath his. There’s this fire in my belly, simmering down to in between my thighs. It’s almost uncomfortable, but at the same time exciting.

My hand rests in between our bodies on his chest. His are still in my hair, but one inches down to my neck, just his fingertips. Another soft noise releases from me.

“We can’t be doing this.” I hardly hear his words over his heavy breathing and the pounding in my chest.

“Why? We’re just kissing,” I breathe out.

“Because it’s wrong.”

“When did kissing become illegal, doc?” I huff out a slight chuckle.

“Jade.” His tone is like a warning.

“Spencer.”

He sighs, breaking his gaze away from me. “You’re Hotch’s daughter.”

“So? You’re someone’s kid too,” I say, trying to catch his eye again.

“He’s my boss.”

I don’t say anything this time.

Spencer steps back, his hands releasing me. “It’s wrong.”

“Okay. Then go.” My words are quiet.

I move out of his way and open the door for him.

thirteen

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Thoughts on Wayne being unsure/suspicious of Steve’s friendship and eventual relationship with Eddie because how can this rich kid be doing anything but slumming or angling for free drugs? And how he comes around on the Harrington kid

Oh he gets very suspicious when he comes home one day and sees Steve Harrington walking out of his nephew's room. You can't blame him, it's the Harrington kid. Wayne knows his father for his reputation as an absolute asshat. Of course he didn’t think of his son as any better.

Wayne heard about Steve from Eddie. Mostly about his reputation at Hawkins High as the party king and how he never usually participated in bullying but stood and watched when his friends ganged up on some poor kid.

Wayne thought he was right for assuming the Harrington kid was awful as well.

Until Eddie got falsely accused of murder, Hawkins got split in half and people from government in black suits showed up at his door and gave them a new place to stay. Wayne knew the cracks on the ground weren’t caused by ‘earthquakes’ but he decided not to question it. He was old enough, he didn’t need to worry about anything other than his health and his nephew.

And this is where the worry came in. Steve Harrington, along with two girlies his age and a bunch of kids showed up to help him and Eddie move into the apartment. He was happy to see that his nephew had such nice friends, sure, but Steve? The same Steve Eddie couldn’t stand until a few weeks ago? What was he doing here, helping them move the couch and making tea for everyone?

Wayne watched them. Watched them talk and bicker and laugh. Watched Steve help Eddie tie his hair while his hands were full. Watched Eddie smile at the boy like he was the world he wished to hold in his hands.

This was not the same Steve he heard about. No, something must have happened while he was missing and now Eddie was ‘close friends’ with the former king of Hawkins (Eddie told him that he’d changed. That he was now a ‘sweet mother of seven’. Wayne didn’t know what to make of that.) 

So yeah he sees Steve walk out of Eddie’s room in a black shirt, Eddie’s shirt, and he can’t help but worry. Worry that they’re moving too fast. Worry that Steve might hurt Eddie, that he might lose his boy again.

“Uh- hi, I came to pick this up uh-” Steve said, holding up a book- Lord of the Rings? “Eddie likes this book so I thought I should read it? But I don’t have the book and he said I can borrow his and gave me his house key so that I can get it myself. Oh, it’s because he’s with the kids right now so I came to- yeah.”

‘He’s rambling. Like that Buckley kid.’  Wayne thinks, ‘well, no time like now to interrogate your nephew’s ‘possible’ boyfriend.’

But Steve is already turning to leave, “I’ll- get going.”

“Hey kid,” he stops him when they’re out of the door. Steve faces him once again, down the porch stairs. “I’ll ask you this once,” he says and hopes he sounds intimidating enough, “what’s your intentions with my boy?”

Steve, in front of him, turns all shades of blue.

“My uh- my intentions?”

“Yeah, hope you know what the word means.”

“No, I do, I’m just- surprised is all,” the boy says sheepishly.

“So?”

“Eddie is- he is-” he struggles to get the word out and that’s fine. Wayne has time. “Look, I- I know you care a lot about him so I’ll be straightforward with you.”

“The thing is- I’ve gotten my heart broken before. Big time. I really loved her but she didn’t feel the same. I wasn’t the greatest boyfriend either you know, I messed up and she- she called me bullshit. Thought I’d never recover from it. Almost Swore to myself I’d never fall in love again.”

He pauses and Wayne waits.

“Until he came along. Until I saw him and got to know him,” Steve says, voice suddenly confident, “and- and I don’t think I mind risking my heart again. If- if it’s for him.”

Well, that wasn’t the answer he was expecting. Steve Harrington was full of surprises.

Wayne smiles.

“Take care of him for me, would ya?”

“Yeah, of course I-” he says, “do I have your approval?”

Wayne laughs, “yeah kid you do.”

“Great!” Steve exclaims, his voice an octave higher and he clears his throat, “great, uh- that’s great, uhm- thanks,” he nods to himself, “yeah I’m gonna go now.”

“See ya around Steve.”

Wayne stops before closing the door and watches Steve stride back to his car. He stops in front of it, yells ‘YES’ and throws his fist in the air like he’d just won a very tough game.

The brunet then turns and their eyes meet. The shock is apparent on his face, Wayne can see it even from here. He decides to give him a thumbs up, the poor boy looks like he’s going to combust any moment. Steve sheepishly smiles back before quickly getting into the car and driving off.

Wayne thinks he doesn’t need to be that hard on the boy.

A/N: I know this is bad and I’m so sorry for answering this so late. Haven’t been in my writing groove lately </3

[xhopelesslyromanticx]

Kylian Mbappe sees his ex-girlfriend at Bruna Cindy’s birthday party and wants her back. Prior their break-up they had been dating since they were 14 years old but to both achieve their dreams it led them to break-up. Since then Y/N archived an amazing career as a actress and singer. She just won a Grammy as well. Kylian is so proud of her and jealous at the same time that she has all of these famous men after her. PS. I love your stories and keep going with the great work!❤️

Normal People - Kylian Mbappé x Reader

Hey, Thanks for the request. I changed it a little, hope you don't mind.

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summary: In which Kylian and the reader both went after their dreams only to end up in the same place again.

„Did you see who’s here?“ you friend asked you as you stared into the blank black sky.

Taking a drag of your cigarette, snuggling up in your coat as you stood on the balcony in the cold crisp air.Fireworks decorating the sky from time to time as the clock got closer to midnight. New Years eve, 2021.

In a way you hadn’t imagined yourself ending your year at some random party but then again somehow you always ended up there. Paris was truly a lonely place for you. Even though you were surrounded by these crowds of people.

„Kyky you mean?“ you chuckled, looking at Cindy, who was studying you from the side. She took a sip of her champagne nodding „Yes, Mbappé.“

It was weird hearing people call him by his last name. To you he was just Kyky. You still remember the ay you came up with the nickname. How much he hated it.

„Yes I saw him.“ you smiled weakly, thinking of the guy. You had spotted him when you first walked in. He just stood there talking to a bunch of people. You didn’t wanna go up to him and bother him as he looked rather busy.

It wasn’t like the two of you had ended on bad terms. Actually you just kind of grew apart. You had known Kylian since you both were just kids. After you moved to France with your father for his work.

Attending the same school Kylian did, you got picked on horribly. They saw you as the odd rich girl from England that didn’t speak any french and just didn’t fit in. So your first two years there you had a terrible experience. That was until you were put in a class with a certain unruly boy.

Kylian, who was never seen without a football, immediately took an interest in you. It started by innocently sitting together in class and soon turned into hanging out after school, doing homework or more like pretending to do so, getting ice cream at Kylians favorite place and accompanying him to football games.

His family basically took you up as your dad was always working and you had no one else. You even spent christmas with them multiple times and their home soon became your second one.

It didn’t take long for him to develope a crush on you. Whenever he watched you sing and play the piano you could see it in his eyes. At first you didn’t act on it. Not wanting to jeopardize the friendship. But soon enough you found yourself falling head over heels for the french boy.

And then when you were just 14 years old, you went on your first ever date. Kylian and you had many firsts to come including your first real heartbreak at 19.

„I’m transferring to Paris Saint Germaine.“ he spoke int the phone as you sat in the front seat of your car. In front of you a contract of an English record label that had just offered to sign you.

„That’s…“ you whispered, trying to find the right words to say „That’s great Kyky.“

There was a moment of silence before he cleared his throat „Why does it sound like you don’t really mean that.“

You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you looked out into the dark streets of London. „No I’m happy for you Kylian. I really am….“

„But you can’t come with me… Right?“ he asked and you could tell he sounded afraid of what was about to come.

„You deserve someone who can Kylian.“ you now started crying, resting your head onto the window.

„No, don’t say that.“ Kylian chocked and you could hear him start to sob into his hand as tears slipped down onto your phone.

„But it’s the truth Kylian. We both do.“ your voice was shaky as you tried to get your sentences out „We both need to do this. We both need to live our lives and reach our goals. This is your dream Kylian. So go live it.“

And that was the way it had ended. Afterwards you hadn’t ever spoken to him again. He had texted you from time to time, congratulating you or checking in on how you were doing. So did you but about two years ago that also stopped.

Living in England and having accomplished quite a career as a musician it wasn’t like you were gonna run into him. So you lived your life, toured the world, won tons of awards including a grammy at the beginning of this year.

Relationship-wise not a lot of serious stuff had happened. Of course, you had flings here and there but nothing was ever long-lasting.

That was the price of fame. It was quite hard to find something sincere. And it wasn’t like you had a lot of friends from your past life, that was how you liked to call it. All your friends were Kylians friends and with you being the one to move away; of course they stayed in contact with him rather than you.

So you were stuck with meaningless friendships and realitionships.

Then this christmas, when you came to visit your dad and his new partner and child. There was a huge fall out between you and his girlfriend. It was something about you not being a part of the family and never showing up.

So you ended up in a hotel where Cindy was staying. You knew the model from some kind of event and the two of you ended up having dinner, where she invited you to her New Years eve bash.

She had told you it was a small gathering of her closest friends due to Covid restrictions. But to you it was still more than enough people.

„I didn’t know he’d come.“ Cindy sighed, caressing your back „He told me he wouldn’t make it. If I had known, I’d warned you…“

„It’s okay Cindy.“ you chuckled, putting out your cigarette as you stared at the beautiful view of the Eiffel tower „Him and I ended on good terms. So it’s no big deal.“

„I know, I know…“ she sighed, shaking her head „I mean Kylian always speaks so highly of you.“

„He does?“ you asked with furrowed eyebrows, looking at the model.

„Yes… He is so proud of you and everything you have accomplished.“

The music was blaring through the speakers as you stood at the buffet, staring at all the different cakes and desserts. Trying to figure out which one to pick.

„Anything with chocolate seems like a good idea if you ask me.“ a voice appeared next to you. You felt your heart jump at the familiar sound.

Looking up, straight into his eyes, you slowly put down your paper plate.

„Hey.“ you softly whispered, not really believing he was actually right in front of you.

„Hey.“ he chuckled, before wrapping his arms around you. The familiar scent hitting you as he embraced you in a hug. You wanted it to last forever as you tried to take in each moment. Overwehelmed with emotions and memories. All of them flodding back to you with every second he was holding you.

„I can’t believe you're in Paris.“ he chuckled pulling away, leaving you totally stunned as you tried to come up with an answer.

„Yeah…“

Yeah? Really Y/n? There was a moment of silence and you could tell Kylian was searching for the right words to say. You tried to so hard to open your mouth and say anything. But nothing happened, you just stood there staring at your ex boyfriend.

Kylian felt a huge wave of dissapointment wash over him. Did you not wanna see him?

He regretted even coming up to you but when he spotted you at the buffet he felt like time had stopped. You looked so stunning in your silver dress. You were all grown up and even more beautiful than he remembered. He just had to talk to you. It had been so long since he had last heard your voice.

It was then when a tall dark haired guy appeared next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, Kylian felt like someone had stabbed a knife into his chest. He immediately recognized the guy.

„Where’s my dessert?“ Timothée chuckled and you looked up at the actor.

„Timmy.“ you stated, looking back and forth between him and Kylian „What are you doing here?“

„Ahh… Cindy’s an old friend.“ he said, awkwardly scratching his head.

Timothée and you had stared in a movie together. It had been your first ever film and let’s just say you had gotten caught in the heat of the moment. The two of you had a little thing, which sadly ended up on every tabloid cover. It wasn’t really a big deal but because he was Timothee Chalamet and you were you they made it a big old story.

Kylian cleared his throat, feeling absolutely uncomfortable as he watched you stare at the actor. He hated this. No, he absolutely despised it. He always avoided reading about you but it was hard as you were everywhere.

He of course, had heard all the rumors about you and other famous actors and singers. One time you had even been linked to a famous English footballer and god was Kylians blood boiling then.

He knew he had no right to be jealous. You both weren’t together after all. But when you break up with someone while still loving them; you never really stop.

„Ehm... this is Timothée.“ you tried to break the awkward tension as you introduced them „And Timotheé… This is Kylian.“

„Nice to meet you.“ Timothée held out his hand and Kylian hesitated for a second but then shook it „You play football right?“

„Yes…“ Kylian nodded, faking a smile „And you?“

You swallowed, feeling absoluetly humiliated. Why was he pretending to not know who Timmy was?

„I’m an actor.“ Timothée chuckled, before pointing at you „We were in a movie together.“

„Ah, okay.“ Kylian nodded, crossing his arms while he watched the actor grab some chocolate cake.

„Kyky!“ a voice then yelled and a second later a drunk blonde girl stumbled towards the buffet. She wrapped her arm aound Kylians neck in order not to fall.

It was then when Kylian tried to talk to the wasted girl when you realized something. You watched him hold her up, worriedly talking to her. As she threw herself onto him. He clearly knew her very well.

„She seems fun.“ Timmy obliviously giggled next to you, biting into his cake.

„She called him Kyky.“ you felt your eyes tear up and the actor just look at you confused. He didn’t understand it. Of course not.

„What?“ he stated with furrowed brows and a second later Cindy yelled „Five minutes till midnight. Grab your glasses.“

„I… I have…“ you stuttered, looking up at Timmy through blurry eyes „I have to go.“ With that you turned around, making your way through people as you felt your heart being shattered into a million pieces. You could hear Timmy yell after you and Cindy try to stop you on your way out but soon enough the door was closed behind you. Running down the hallway of the apartment complex, holding only your clutch in your hand, you had to get out of here.

Finally outside, feeling the cold air against your face as you tried to catch your breath. Leaning against the building, tears just slipping down your cheek non stop.

„Y/n!“ a breathless Kylian stumbled out the building, looking left and right. Then when he spotted you he immediately hurried over to you.

„Y/n!“ he ran up to you and then standing infront of you, not knowing what to do or say „Are you okay?“

You wiped your tears, looking at his face behind him the sky already being lit up with fireworks.

„No.“ you smiled, shaking your head „I’m not... My dad he hates me. I spent Christmas at a hotel this year all alone. I have no friends and no family. And I’m just… I have accomplished everything anyone could ever dream off and I’m absoluetly miserable.“

Kylian looked at you stunned. he had been under the impression that you were happy. It broke his heart seeing you like this.

„I actually understand.“ he sighed, nodding his hand „Believe me I really understand. I mean I’ve won trophy after trophy and I’m still searching for it… Happiness.“

„It’s funny.“ you chuckled, shaking your head and wiping your cheeks „Back before any of this. When we had nothing. I just had a piano and you only your football. But I think we were happy then.“

„Yes.“ Kylian nodded, before taking a deep breath. His eyes now also filling with tears „But we had to go after our dream, right? I don’t think we did that bad.“

„No…“ you chuckled, biting your lip „I think we did pretty good.“

The clock striked midnight as the city got louder than ever. Just you and Kylian were standing in what seemed like a quiet corner, watching all the fireworks appear behind the Eiffel tower.

Both not saying a word. But each of you realizing that the perception you had of each other was wrong. Yes, you both had lived these extraordinary lives and had met all these incredible famous people but both of you still just were; normal people.

And maybe one day, you could try again. To be normal together in your crazy worlds.

[sinner-as-saint]

I saw you and I knew.

Biker!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: You met Bucky unexpectedly at an unfamiliar bar one night - one of your last nights of freedom before your parents marry you off to some rich, young man. Bucky happened to be so different from all the men you had dated or you were used to seeing that it was a little bit of a surprise how reckless and open he was. You had been subconsciously looking for a way out of the situation you were in for days, so when Bucky makes you a rather unusual proposal; you accept immediately. And it ends up being one of the best things you ever agreed to. 

Themes: smut, fluff, 

a/n: remember this Bucky? Yeah, me too. 

The moment you stepped into the bar, you felt all eyes on you. 

Not in a bad way, more like in an intrigued way. 

A couple of steps in and you realized why; there was no one but bikers in this club. Large, built, mean looking men. But judging by the sound of laughter and the bouncers scattered around the room, you felt oddly safe in the environment. 

You went up to the counter and ordered yourself a drink. Once you found a seat in the less crowded area of the bar, you settled in next to the large window pane; looking out at the passing cars while sipping on your drink. The sun would set soon so the sky was all pink, and-

You felt a tap on your shoulder. “This seat taken?” A male voice spoke up behind you. 

You placed your bottle down and turned to face him. You were aware that you did stare at him for a while. How could you not? Dark, slightly long hair, worn out leather jacket, and tattoos… a lot of them, peeking through his collar and around his wrists. And a perfect face. He gave you a slight smirk when he noticed that you were checking him out but you soon recovered, your heart racing. 

“No, it’s not.” You gestured to the seat across from you, which he then walked over to. 

You watched him, how he moved so confidently. You kept watching as he placed his own beer down, and took his leather jacket off to reveal a loose, ripped t-shirt underneath, as well as his muscular arms; one of them metal and glistening in the dimmed lights of the bar. He folded the jacket carelessly into a ball and placed it down on the table before taking a seat in front of you, leaning back and placing his muscular, tattooed arm over the seat of the booth. You noticed his pierced ears then. 

It almost felt like a strip show. He had barely said enough to you and you were already feeling a little hot, with him staring at you. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before.” He said, and something about his ease, and the softness of his tone, despite his rather mean and dangerous appearance, chased away the little bit of awkwardness which was forming in between you too. It soon vanished. 

You licked your lips and answered, “It’s my first time here actually.” You gave him a polite smile which he returned, giving you the same look that everyone gave you for the first nanoseconds you walked in - an intrigued look. 

He leaned forward, and gently toyed with your car keys laying on the table top. You got a whiff of his scent. You expected him to smell like cigarettes but he smelt like some fading, strong and expensive cologne. Very manly. “You’re a long way from home, aren’t you, Princess?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at him slightly, not minding the nickname. “How’d you know?” 

He chuckled, and the sound echoed in your head. He sounded so boyish when he laughed, it warmed your heart for some reasons. Something about him screamed trouble, and recklessness and danger. 

“You drive a Benz which no one here does, you’re drinking a martini while everyone is having cheap beers and you’re dressed like a classy lady in a place filled with leather and chains. So tell me, am I right?” He pointed out, his tone cocky and confident like one would expect. 

You leaned back into your seat as well. “You’re judging me.” You pointed out. Funny, you thought you were somewhat blending in here with your little black dress - but clearly not. 

He laughed again, making you crack a little smile. “Princess, look around. You don’t belong here. So tell me, what’s your story? How did you end up in a place like this?” 

You sighed. “I was just… driving around, and I ran out of fuel not far from here. So I called for my chauffeur and didn’t want to wait by the side of the road until he arrived so I figured I could get a drink while waiting.” 

He looked you dead in the eyes while you talked. Nodding at each bit of information. “I meant your real story, Princess. You drove a long way, why? I see it in your eyes. Something’s bothering you. What is it?” 

He was reading you like you were his favorite book. And you found that quite… interesting because no one was ever able to do that normally. It felt intimate. 

“And why should I tell you?” 

“Because you want to. You need a friend, and I’m not half bad, am I?” Cocky, as expected. 

You chuckled. “You won’t get it.” 

He raised an eyebrow. A warning. “What is it? Your conservative and rich father won’t give you your pocket money in thousands this month?” 

Despite the words, he managed to get yet another laugh out of you. “I earn my own money, thank you.” 

“I’ll believe you. Then what is it? Your snobbish, rich playboy boyfriend is acting up?” 

And yet another chuckle left your lips. “You seem to have issues with people who are well-off.” 

He smirked. “Trust me, I don’t. I just want to figure you out.” 

“Why?” 

“Because your eyes are telling me that you’re sad. And that you’ve been contained for too long. You want to be freed. Am I wrong?” 

Your lips parted at the accuracy of his words. “No, you’re not.” You lowered your eyes to the table, but he was quick to reach out with his metal arm and grab you gently by the chin. He tilted your head just enough so you could look at him. 

“What is it, angel?” He asked softly. 

“I… I don’t want to go home.” You whispered, your voice tired and low. 

“Okay. Parents?” He spoke like he could relate. 

You nodded and he gently let go of your face. “Parents.” You confirmed. “They want me to marry one of their friend’s son because according to them it’ll be good for the both of us. And you know, for each of the families’ businesses.” 

He frowned. “You don’t like him, I assume.” 

You sighed. “I don’t know him. He’s a good man according to my mother, who also hasn’t seen him since we were kids. Apparently I met him once or twice but I was too young back then to remember…” you sighed again, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” You shook your head, picking up your glass and taking yet another sip. “ Whoever he is, I can’t say no.” 

He scoffed. “Yes you can.” 

You chuckled, dryly. “You don’t understand. My dad will make my life a living hell if-,”

“Who cares what he thinks? He married the one he loved, didn’t he? Then why not let you find love on your own as well?” He did make sense. 

You smiled sadly, thinking of your parents and their marriage. “I don’t think so.” 

He stopped midway through picking his beer bottle up. “What?” he asked, then went back to picking it up again, bringing it to his pink lips. 

“My dad. I don’t think he married out of love.” You let out a quiet scoff, “I don’t think my mom did either. They just realized that that would be the best for the both of them, I suppose. Now that I think about it, I don’t think they ever truly loved each other at any point.” You tilted your head while looking out at the passing cars out the window. “Mom always told me that marriage isn’t always about love, it’s about convenience.” 

He let out a shameless chuckle. “I’m sorry, but what a bunch of bullshit! You believe her?” He asked in disbelief. 

“It’s all I’ve ever been told all my life. Besides, I don’t have much of a choice anymore, might as well.” 

He frowned at you, setting his bottle down to give you his full attention. “Come on, Princess. You can’t be serious. You can’t give up on love just because your parents did.” 

That earned him a smile from you. “You sound like you know a lot about love.” You leaned forward, placing your elbow on the table, resting your chin on your fist. “It’s your turn, tell me, who has you under their unescapable love spell?” It was surprising how easy it was to talk to him. Almost felt like you had known him all your life. 

He laughed again, that same boyish look on his face. “Nah, none of that. But I do know what it’s like to be contained, and I also know what it’s like to be finally free, with no worries about family pressure or expectations and let me tell you, Princess, it’s the best feeling in the world.” 

That sounded exquisite. It sounded like… like everything you wanted right there and then. To not bother about what mom and dad might think and live for yourself for however long you wanted to. 

“And what gives you that freedom? Riding down the highway at full speed on your mean bike?” You sassed. 

You watched how his eyes lit up. “You’re right. And that’s exactly what you need, Princess. Come on, let’s go!” 

Before you could process anything, he grabbed your hand and stood up. All you could do was quickly grab your purse and keys and you went along with him. You only realized what you were doing once you stepped outside. 

“Wait! I- I…” You were stumbling over your words. A million thoughts rushing through your head all at once. And the piercing pair of blue eyes staring deep into yours weren’t helping at all. 

He walked up to you. “It’s your life. They can’t tell you how to live it. You have every right to find love on your own, and if you don’t want to marry what’s his face then don’t. Parent or not, they can’t do that to you. Come on, let’s go before some old, broody chauffeur gets here.” 

He tugged on your arm gently, walking towards the many bikes which were parked outside the bar. 

“But, I- I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, to see the guy. I’m… I can’t just disappear. Where are we even going? I just met you and I- I don’t even know your name. Besides, you had alcohol. You can’t-,”

“Apple juice.” He stopped, and turned around to look at you. He repeated, “Apple juice. Don’t tell anyone.” 

You looked at him like he was speaking another language. “What?”

“The bartender is a cool guy, I told him I don’t consume alcohol when I ride so he poured apple juice in beer bottles for me so that I can mingle with the crowd but also get home safe.” He explained. 

You giggled uncontrollably at his answer and he lowered his blushing face. “That was funny, but I don’t believe you at all, I-,” you cut yourself off as you laughed; quite unladylike. 

Without another word said, he circled his arm around you and pulled you into him, and his lips were on yours in less than a second. He kissed you deeply, thoroughly. Still gentle, but passionately. He held you by the neck with his metal hand and you melted in his embrace. You kissed him back and you heard a little moan escape his lips - sending shivers down your spine and making your heart flutter, and other places throb. He teased you by biting down on your lip, making you gasp as his tongue soothed it right after. He pulled you closer, pressing you against him even more, kissing you deeper if that was possible. 

Your hands found themselves around his neck, your fingers sliding into his hair. He chuckled against your lips once he noticed that you were getting a little breathless. “Now tell me. What do I taste like, Princess?” He whispered against your lips, his voice sending shivers throughout your body. 

Your face felt really hot at his question and only then did you realize that he did in fact taste tangy, and sweet. “Apple.” 

He smiled against your lips before kissing you deeply again. “Told you. Now come on, trust me and let’s go. You can go home later tonight, or tomorrow morning. I’ll drop you wherever you wanna go. But right now, come with me.” 

Fuck it. 

“Yes.” You agreed. He gave you a big smile and tugged you along once again. You spoke up again. “And if you plan on killing me, just make it quick. Please. And don’t do weird things to me after I’m dead. Definitely do not feed me to animals, or humans for that matter. And don’t-”  

He cut you off with another kiss once you reached his bike. “Shh.” He laughed. “I won’t do any of that. Now come on, put these on.” He handed you his jacket from earlier and a helmet. 

You put those on quickly, not giving yourself the chance to overthink and prevent yourself from living a little. Once you climbed onto his bike, you realized that you would be pressed up against his back quite a bit. You didn’t mind it, it just made your heart race a little. His leather jacket felt nice and cool against your skin. 

“Hold on tight, Princess. It won’t be that long of a ride. But it’ll be great, trust me.” 

You nodded, and he chuckled at how adorable you looked with his huge, black helmet on. “Don’t kill us.” 

“I won’t, angel.” 

He kicked the engine to life. It roared so loudly that you couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rush already. You giggled as he drove off, away from the pub, away from where you had left your car, away from where your chauffeur was supposed to pick you up. Away. 

You felt the wind against your bare legs and parts of your face. Cold, rushing - making you forget. You wrapped your arms tight around his waist and tipped your head a little, looking up at the saturated, pink sky, the stars had started showing faintly and suddenly you realized how much of your life you had missed while chasing the dreams your parents had assigned you to chase. 

Your friends would often talk of reckless nights back in university, but you never got to experience those because you were always busy studying to make sure your parents remained proud of you. 

But you were now. You were on a mean bike with a drop dead gorgeous man, riding down the highway while the sun set in the background. You felt alive. Slowly, you loosened your arms from around his waist, lifting them away from his body. You lifted your arms upwards, feeling your hands tear through the icy winds and you let out a genuine laugh. 

You noticed he slowed down a little when you did so. You let your arms up for some more time before you lowered them and wrapped them around his waist again. You inched closer and pressed your chest to his back, feeling his warmth seep through the many layers of clothing. 

“Thank you.” You whispered close to his ear. You knew he heard you even if he didn’t respond right away. 

“Wanna see the sunset better?” he asked, barely a second later. 

“Yes, please!” 

About ten minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of what seemed like a motel. You got off the bike once he came to a stop and he did too. He helped you take the helmet off and immediately grabbed your hand and ran towards the motel. 

You followed, giggling like a kid. “Where are we going?” 

“The roof. Come on, quick.” 

He answered and led both of you to what seemed to be some sort of fire escape. You climbed the metal stairs as fast as you could, not more than a few steps behind him until you reached the roof. It was filled with empty cans, cigarette butts and what not but it also gave you a view to die for. 

The sky had turned orangish by now, the sun was halfway down the horizon and you were mesmerized. You couldn’t look away. The sky darkened with each second, and you felt too much at the same time. You wanted to run. And never come back. You wanted bike rides everyday. You wanted to take the time and admire each sunset like this. You wanted to not worry about anything for a while. 

You felt strong arms wrap around you from behind. Then he placed his chin on your shoulder, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Don’t cry, angel.” Only then did you realize that you had a tear slowly falling down your cheek. 

You wiped it away and kept staring at the sky, watched it change colors. Your racing heart calmed down and a certain body heat wrapped around you, comforting you better than any blanket ever could. 

You turned in his arms, facing him once the sky turned a darker shade of blue when the sun had set completely. Another tear escaped your eye. He caught this one before it fell down your cheek. He looked down at you with a soft look in his eyes. It almost made your heart hurt. 

“I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to marry him. I don’t want any of it.” You whispered, keeping your eyes on his neck, admiring his tattoos through your teary eyes. You couldn’t tell what they were just yet, but they looked incredible on his tan skin. 

“Then don’t.” He answered, easily. “Don’t go home right away. Don’t marry him if you don’t want to. Stay.” He whispered the last bit, his metal arm reaching up to cup your face. “You might just be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You giggled through the tears. “So this is where you bring all the girls?” You asked, your tone much more playful and teasing. 

He shook his head, laughing quietly. “I don’t. I don’t even live in this town. I have a family thing I need to attend in a day or two, so I was just passing by. I got a room for a couple of nights and boom, now here we are.” 

You nodded slowly. “Here we are.” You whispered back, your eyes flicking down to his lips a couple of times before looking back up into his eyes. 

He gave you a faint smile before leaning in for a kiss again, sighing once his lips touched yours like he had been craving it. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him back. He kissed you recklessly, tugging and biting your lip, allowing his hands to slide up and down your side and he tilted your head to the side, stroking deeper into your mouth with his tongue. 

“Let’s go.” He murmured against your lips before kissing them again. 

“Where?” 

“Downstairs.” He kissed along your jaw until his mouth reached your ear. He gave you a kiss and you visibly trembled in his arms. “It’s my turn to see what you taste like.” He whispered, blunt and hot. 

Your face felt really hot, again. And when he pulled away, he had a handsome smirk on his pretty face. You got over the shyness and leaned in to kiss him again, aggressively. He chuckled into your mouth and pulled away before tugging you along as he took the stairs again, leading the two of you downstairs. 

The night was properly dark by the time you got to the front of the motel, both of you unable to keep your hands off each other, stopping multiple times to push one another against the wall and make out like there’s no tomorrow. 

There were not many people in sight. You could hear murmurs of muffled conversations coming from the restaurant which was attached to the motel, and a group of bikers were having a chat and smoking out in the parking lot but that was all. 

He led you to his room, unlocked the door and pulled you inside, both of you giggling and moaning as you kissed like horny teenagers. 

He pulled away again, “Oh and, my name’s Bucky. Remember that when you’re moaning later.” He whispered breathlessly against your lips as he slammed the door shut behind the two of you and wrapped his arms around you immediately, pulling you closer as though he needed you like he needed air. 

“I’m Y/N. You remember that too.” You moaned into the kiss and shrugged his leather jacket off as quickly as possible, eager to feel his skin on yours. You helped him take his shirt off, tossing it aside carelessly. You briefly let your hands roam around his torso, feeling each indent and firm muscle, your heart racing with each inch of skin you explored. 

He unzipped your dress while walking the two of you backwards, and by the time you made it to the queen sized bed you were both left in just your underwear. 

Bucky pushed you down on the bed, it was surprisingly soft and comfortable. He was on top of you not even a second later. You whined when he moved to kiss down your neck, nibbling on your skin and leaving dark red marks behind. You wrapped your legs around him, moving your hips against him slowly, grinding on him out of desperation and he chuckled against your skin. “Eager, are we?” he whispered and peppered your neck with soft kisses.

You moaned when his hands reached up to wrap around your breasts, fondling and teasing you through the lacy bra. He moaned against your skin as your fingers slid through his hair and tugged at his roots. 

“Bucky…” You dragged his name out, squirming under him as he took his sweet time kissing down your body. 

“Hmm?” He acted oblivious as he took your underwear off and tossed them on the floor as he settled himself in between your legs properly. His handsome, perfect face just inches away from your dripping core. 

You whined. “I want you, please…” 

He chuckled, kissing your inner thighs. “I know, angel. I know.” His warm breath fanned your sensitive skin as he spoke, and he noticed the way the goosebumps erupted all over your skin. He looked up at you for a quick second, scanning your face. 

You held your upper body up on your elbows by now, looking down at him with your bottom lip in between your teeth. He sent you a shameless wink before leaning in and kissing your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease. He teased your entrance with his tongue and your body felt hotter than earlier. 

A pressing need to release formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroked your most sensitive parts. “You taste better than I imagined…” Bucky chuckled as he looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure. 

He grinned to himself, glad that he was the one bringing you such pleasure. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place and close to him. He placed his mouth back on you again, and licked in between your wet folds, making you whine as he tasted you. His touch was slow, pleasurably agonizing. “Please…” you cried out, whimpering and begging. 

“Oh?” He taunted. “But I’m not quite done, so don’t you come yet angel.” He whispered against your wet skin. He kissed down all the way to your core, and gently bit your skin, making you hiss in pleasure. You could feel your arousal trickling out of you, one drop at a time. But Bucky didn’t let none of it go to waste, he leaned in and latched his mouth onto your core, sucking and licking and teasing you. Your arousal coated the lower half of his face, but he didn’t mind it one bit. 

He watched how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud. He had you coming undone all over his mouth in no time. 

“That’s a good girl… cum for me, Princess.” 

You were gasping for air in no time, your body squirming under his. Bucky kissed his way up your body again. He gave you a brief kiss on the lips then lifted off you for just a moment to get rid of his underwear and grab a condom from the drawer and put it on. Once done, he was hovering over your naked body again. 

Bucky’s body settled in between your legs comfortably again, and he leaned in to kiss you on the nose and then down to your lips. You smiled through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You could feel his thick and hard cock resting against your thighs. He touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin. His hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. 

You moaned into the kiss; his touch was slow, and gentle and enticing but also fiery. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around. He stared into your eyes, his face still dangerously close to yours. “You okay, angel?” he asked. His voice strained and deep, gravelly with lust.

“Yes… please, I need you.” You whispered against his mouth. You were burning up under him. 

Bucky pushed his tongue into past your lips while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You immediately lifted your legs up to wrap them around his waist like earlier. You moaned quietly as he pushed into you. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and gave you a couple of seconds to adjust. He grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down on the bed, above your head. 

He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to keep quiet. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear. “It’s okay, angel. Let me hear you.” He whispered, groaning by the end and let go of your hands to hold your body. 

He gripped your waist and pushed deeper into you. You heard him gasp and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. He kissed you, bit your lips, kissed your open mouth, and shoved his tongue past your lips while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. 

Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you, and in the daze he was in, he mumbled right in your ear about how good you felt. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine. 

Never in a million years did you ever think that you would find yourself in a motel room, having mind blowing sex with a hottie you met about an hour ago, but here you were. And you loved each moment. Your back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless. And you loved it.

“Cum for me, angel. Come all over my cock…” 

Your moans got louder as your walls clenched violently around him, your body shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over you. You gasped, trying to calm your racing heart but he wasn’t done with you yet. Bucky flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips. He kissed the back of your neck.  

“More.” He growled against your skin and pushed your face down against the pillows, making your ass stick out for him. He gripped each side of your hips, tightly. He pushed his cock into you without a word said; earning a sinful moan out of you. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up again; your butt cheeks pressing into his pelvic bone as he pounded into you.

You moaned out loud at the new sensation of him rocking into you from behind. Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the rush of excitement which coursed through him each time he felt his cock deep within you.

You felt him quicken his pace. “Fuck…” he moaned. 

You tightened around him, and he groaned, pounding into you; growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you could barely hold back anymore. His other hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously rubbed the skin around your clit and made you tremble and whimper again. 

“Bucky… please,” You moaned, craving more and more of him.

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded. You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Bucky came right after you; buried deep within you – growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. 

His soft kisses are the last thing you remember feeling before you snuggled up to his warm body under the sheets and drifted off to sleep without a single care in the world for the first time in a long time. 

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You laid your head on his bare chest, a thin white sheet barely covering either of you properly. The sun was coming up and you could tell that your phone would be blowing up by now if you hadn’t turned it off the night before. You quickly chased those thoughts away, you didn’t want to think about anyone this morning. 

Just Bucky. 

You lifted your head up slowly so as not to disturb him but when you looked up you found him staring down at you with a soft smile on his face. “Hi.” You whispered, your voice hoarse and strained. 

He chuckled, pushing some of your hair out of your face. “Hey angel. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” He asked, concern written all over his face for a moment. 

You shook your head. “I’m okay.” You lowered your head again, placing your ear right on top of his heart. You let out a sigh. You knew you wouldn’t be able to escape your family forever and your father will track you down and you would have to explain yourself, possibly even marry whoever they ask you to but this right now, last night and this morning - you would cherish that forever. 

You lazily ran your fingers up and down Bucky’s tattooed arm wishing for a different reality, while he played with your hair. You gently traced the lines and curves of ink on his skin, some were hard to decipher because they overlapped with the others. Some words you could make out, some you couldn’t. A few of the discreet, smaller tattoos looked like he had done them himself, and their messiness made you giggle. Like the poorly done smiley face on the inside of his wrist, and the fading initials next to them: j.b.b. 

You froze. Hang on… 

“Bucky?” You felt like you would explode with the amount of emotions and thoughts which rushed inside your head. 

“Yes Princess?” You could hear the sleep in his voice. 

“What’s your last name?” You asked, anticipation building inside of you and almost choking you. It couldn’t be… could it? 

“Barnes. Why?” He answered, looking down at you with confusion all over his face meanwhile you looked like you had seen a ghost. 

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. “Let me guess, your real name is James. And your father has a very close friend and fellow businessman named Y/L/N?” 

He furrowed his eyebrows at you. “Yes. How did you-,”

You got up and straddled him, pinning him down under you. He didn’t mind the nudity, quite the contrary actually. “Bucky! You’re the guy I’m supposed to marry! You’re James Buchanan Barnes!” You went on to tell him your full name and you watched how the realization hit him just as hard as it hit you. 

“Oh…” His smirk faded for a moment as he processed what you had just said, before it formed again. “Well in that case…” He flipped the two of you around and pinned you down under him just like he had last night. “It’s nice to finally meet you, future wife.” He leaned in for another kiss. 

[hxhhasmysoul]

Is Jujutsu Kaisen feminism for 15yo boys?

The short answer is yes, so you can skip the rest of this ridiculously long post.

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Disclaimers:

If you haven’t read the manga up until chapter 204 you’ll see spoilers here, also you probably won’t know what/who I’m talking about at times.

I have adhd, this is rambly af, this post is actually for me to organise my thoughts and not a hot take I want to convince others to buy into. but anyone is welcome to read if they have the patience.

They/them pronouns for Akutami because if the cursed cat isn’t explicitly assigning a gender to themself, hell if I will. 

They/them pronouns for Kenny. 

Now let’s watch this post age like dairy. I so hope it won’t, Gege please don’t disappoint me.

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Let’s go. 

There are a few things that make me obsessed with juju. 

1. The fact that its plot and story structure are my wet dream - all these factions and individuals who are doing their own thing. All of these plots intertwining and coming together.

2. My sweet child Yuuji. *coughs* I mean, juju’s focus on characters. I’m very normal about Yuuji, I fucking swear. 

3. The art, it’s simply beautiful but I also have thoughts.

4. The bs power system, I live for that stuff.

5. It’s aggressively progressive. 

So lets focus on point 5.

Is juju as politically left as I am? Fuck no, not even close. There are things I wish it was braver on, like for instance the queerness. Fuck, braver on its leftism and feminism too. Is it very current and openly and aggressively progressive? Very much so.

If we look at the biggest antagonists of juju we get:

1. Toxic masculinity personified. A hyper-individualist. A 1000yo manosphere youtuber. A guy who thinks that strength should dictate hierarchy. A man who thinks he can hurt whomever he wants for his own pleasure and amusement because everyone is beneath him. A man who doesn’t care for anyone else but himself. A mass murderer and nihilist. 

2. A 1000yo person of unknown gender who presents most often as a man. An eugenicist. Someone entitled to women’s bodies and their reproductive rights. Someone who thinks their own children are only as valuable as they fulfil their ambitions. Someone who thinks they can hurt anyone because their goals are superior, because people are instrumental to them. And also a fucking classist piece of shit. (honestly idk why half of the fandom reacted surprised to the hyper capitalist moment in the recent chapters, as if in their first scene in the entire manga they didn’t say: this is a nuisance but at least it’s the poors that are being burnt to death before my eyes. - Gege didn’t need to add this line there, it’s not relevant to the conversation that is happening then but the line is there anyway.)

3. Two awfully sexist clans which have huge superiority complexes and are built on bloodlines and traditions and breeding for power. 

4. A bunch of mostly faceless old people who pull the strings from the shadows and do everything in the name of the status quo, constantly using tradition as an excuse. Who are afraid of the new, of the changes in society of new technologies. They won’t even accept them when they create powerful sorcerers. 

5. A male presenting personification of human hate and fear of one another. Who again, feels entitled to the bodies of others and doesn’t respect the bodily autonomy of others. Who’s a destructive and cruel nihilist. 

6. A young man who got radicalised into fascism because he was faced with the horrors of the status quo, of toxic tradition and backwater thinking and drew the wrong conclusions as to how to fix it.

On the other side we get kids and tired and/or silly millennials. And isn’t that just like real life, where the inaction and misdeeds of the previous generations blows up in the faces of today’s teens.

1. Teenagers. Teenagers who either don’t have family connections and come from lower classes. Or outcasts from their rich and powerful families. Children betrayed by traditions and the status quo. Children used or targeted by old people, ostracised, disrespected and violated. Children who have to suffer and die because the old people are only concentrating on maintaining the status quo. 

2. Gojou, this ex edgy teen who saw his bf (I won’t police how you read that) get redpilled and radicalised into fascism. It was all fun and games, stanning the joker and tyler durden until Getou decided to seriously go full on fasc with it and Gojou was like: man for real? I thought we were memeing here. So then Gojou turned into one of those “this is how I got off the far right pipeline” videos. Gojou is actually this rich privileged boy but he’s trying, he really is taking his best shot at progressivism. (sealed)

3. A feminist who’s calling out and fighting worthless old farts who feel entitled to women’s bodies. And who wants to change the world to make life better for everyone. 

4. A socially conscious man disillusioned with capitalism who takes a lot of responsibility for other people. (deceased)

5. A victim of eugenics who tries to be a good older brother to his brothers, also victims of eugenics. (the only one here who’s actually over 30)

6. Some other, less important, decent people in their twenties.

There are few people over 30 in juju that deserve any respect.

1. Headmaster Yaga, single dad. Does felting as a hobby. (deceased)

2. Yoshino Nagi, good single mum. (deceased)

3. Iori Utahime, a woman trying her best to do right by the teens despite having to work with Gojou.

4. Higuruma Hiromi, an idealist, mentally broken by the realities of the criminal justice system. Hobby: 5 min therapy sessions. 

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Juju isn’t in any way shy about the fact that we should not respect elders when they fucking destroy everything. It’s established very early on that regressive traditionalists suck. That passive adults suck. That the status quo sux. That it should be the duty of adults to protect the children and not to make the world worse for everyone. That educating the youth and instilling different values in them is what can save us all, if we’re not beyond saving. That we need social change. We even get teen Noritoshi’s story, a cautionary tale about respectability, about trying to satisfy the requirements of the system to protect your own and how that is doomed to fail. And my leftist soul resonates with all that. 

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So in this clear leftist propaganda there is also feminism.

And Gege does their best feminism when they aren’t trying, especially when they aren’t trying to verbalise it. My suspicion is that with this much internalised leftism Gege has internalised a lot of feminism but at a  conscious level the fact that Gege was most likely socialised male takes its toll. 

What I mean by that is that Nobara’s girlboss rant at Momo is weak. But I will give it a pass because Nobara is 16 and nothing about her screams discourse junkie so you know, it fits her character. Because even at it its least inspired the feminism in juju deserves a passing grade. Gege is trying.

There’s also the sad truth of shounen that women just aren’t meant to be prioritised in it, that it’s not the genre expectation. The fact that Maki gets so much focus and page time, that she has her own fucking arc, it’s already a lot for shounen. The fact that she’s built and now also permanently disfigured and the dudebros and weebs still worship the ground she walks on is a fucking achievement in itself. Proof that if you write a female character well you can take away her standard beauty and not tank her popularity. It’d be still much harder to make her not typically pretty from the start and achieve this but culture changes one step at a time. I wish we were there but we aren’t so I’m going to appreciate what I can get.

Maki is both verbalised and implicit feminism. Verbalised because she fucking slaughters a whole fucking clan of misogynists. It’s not subtle. Implicit because of her appearance and personality. She’s written like a male character but not meaning that she’s masculine or that she could be replaced in the narrative by a man. No, she has a narrative arc of her own, she’s written with agency and with no regard for making her personality be pleasing or oriented towards others. And her story is specifically a story of a woman in the world of jujutsu. 

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Generally, in most cases, if you try to apply the feminist lens to a shounen manga you’ll just make yourself sad. You can do it for some shounen characters or plotlines and get something nice but you need to be very careful not to try to generalise that onto the whole work. My enjoyment of a lot of titles is dependant on my very conscious choice to rein in my feminism and leftism. 

With juju, though, with juju you’re safe. You can do it. You can go for it. It’s not going to be the most radical and mind-blowing experience ever but it’s possible.

Because the female characters aren’t where the most of the feminism is. They can’t be, it’s a shounen and they don’t get enough pagetime. The verbalised feminism is very clear in how the villains are framed, how much misogyny you can find among the evil characters. The implicit feminism, the better one, is very strong in the young male characters. 

Unlike in a lot of hyper violent media targeted at boys, in juju you never have these lines about what a man should be. Or what it means to be a man, especially a true man. What is most important is that nothing like that is ever said to a teenage boy. On the side we’re meant to root for we get a lot of different men and none of them are labelled as “true”. They are there for readers to identify with, to model behaviour after. And because no teen in the manga has his masculinity questioned then no reader will have to question his. Juju won’t contribute to such insecurity for anyone, an insecurity that can turn violent irl. 

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Girls in juju are people.

What’s more, all the teen guys in juju have extremely normal relationships with the girls around them. They just interact with them without any exaggerated awkwardness or this “girls are strange, we can’t bond with them unless we want to date them”. Among the teens, the new generation, the hope for the future, there’s no separation built between men and women. Not through words and not through actions.  

The nonsexual, organic friendship, built on idiot to idiot communication, Yuuji and Nobara have, gives me life. And it happens despite Yuuji not understanding Nobara at first. Because it doesn’t matter that she’s different from him, they don’t dwell on it, they don’t try to make the differences into a big thing, into a rift. There’s no big arc of them working out their differences because these differences aren’t artificially blown up to underline some core differences between men and women. They can fail to understand each other totally but they can still be friends, they can still vibe with one another, care for one another. Femininity and masculinity don’t need to be some issues to deal with while forming a friendship between a guy and a girl. 

It’s fascinating how Yuuji fighting together with Megumi isn’t half as exciting and organic as when he fights together with Nobara. Their strengths and powers compliment each other so well. I’m actually angry that Gege didn’t let them fight Mahito together longer. Even if they would’ve done to Nobara the same thing they did. Why not let them be epic together again? (I’m also super angry at what they did to Nobara, she better come back, fucking hell)

And it’s a pattern too. Despite Yuuji being very much socialised as a guy in a very patriarchal and sexist society, so much so that he has a type at 15 and hangs bikini posters on his walls, he hasn't turned girls into aliens in his mind. They are still just people in his head. When Yuuji interacts with a real woman the male socialisation isn’t deeply rooted enough to hinder him. It’s never an issue.

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Toudou

Toudou tries to do this very masculine bonding thing with Yuuji and Yuuji is super confused by it. Because Yuuji’s relationships aren’t built on the concept of masculinity. And I mean Yuuji bonds with Toudou eventually because it’s Yuuji but we are shown the struggle when with Nobara or Megumi or Junpei it just happens. Also Yuuji is the only one who bonds with Toudou but that’s because Yuuji is compassion. 

Toudou is generally disliked and his dumb male posturing contributes to that. Also in the Japanese context it’s very clear that Toudou is an unserious person and that’s how he’s meant to be perceived. If you have any doubt about that, the juju fanbook is there for you where Gege is very clear about that. Basically the idol thing is there to paint Toudou as immature. The whole conversation Megumi has with Toudou is a very clear lesson for teen boys. Be like Megumi and girls will like you, if you are a Toudou you’re a joke. You can be built and powerful and clever and still be a joke and girls won’t like you.

I like Toudou a lot btw, I actually think it’s funny that an 18yo boy thinks he reached some deeper truth about people because he knows what a fetish or kink is and he’s tactless enough to ask openly about it. It’s fucking hilarious but also some teen boys just be like that unironically. But I also like him because of how his character is framed and how he functions in the story. Because Toudou gives another important lesson to teen boys. A lesson about rejection. In the story he makes up in his head we see him confessing his feelings to Takada and she turns him down. And he just takes it. This is such an important message. In Japan stalking is a huge problem, stalkers murdering their victims is a problem. Men who feel entitled to women in such a violent way. And here we have a guy who gets rejected and takes the L with grace. And all he wants is for his best friend to console him. 

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I’m very normal about Yuuji.

So the balls on Gege to name their typically shounen protag “calm compassion”, or maybe “endless humanity”, “endless compassion”, “quiet humanity”, all of the above? More?

Gojou says that to be a sorcerer one needs to be crazy. And he says that Yuuji has a few screws loose from the start. The thing is that yes, Yuuji is odd but not in the way the rest of the sorcerers are. So far in the manga Yuuji has never entered the state of mind that to my understanding Gojou is thinking about when he talks about being crazy. What I think Gojou means is this state of unhinged glee during the fight. And the ability to compartmentalise the fights and the kills. 

So far in his fights Yuuji has been neutral, proud of himself when he was doing well, hyper focused, frustrated, desperate, depressed and filled with all-consuming rage. Never filled with unhinged glee. And he hasn’t compartmentalised any fight, any failure or any kill, not one, they all seep into a huge ball of guilt inside him. And it’s his kills and Sukuna’s together. Yuuji’s compassion is actively destroying him from the inside. Yuuji can’t disconnect from his humanity and that’s a basic job requirement for a sorcerer. 

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Yuuji constantly shows how much emotional intelligence he has. When he defuses the situation with Junpei at the school. When Megumi finds out about Tsumiki going under the bridge. When he’s with Chousou. When he puts his depression on hold to help Megumi during the culling game. He shows understanding, emotional support, physical contact and prioritises the emotions of others over his own. 

Compassion, empathy, responsiveness towards others, willingness to adjust and accommodate aren’t stereotypically masculine traits. No, they are culturally feminine in many places around the world, including Japan. 

Yuuji is also passive and reactive despite being stronger than normal people, and that too is culturally more feminine than masculine. Yuuji doesn’t really have much of the shounen protag drive. It can be lit in him in the form of resilience or determination or rage but it’s not self-sustaining, reactive not proactive

And speaking of Japan and East Asia, what Yuuji is displaying can’t be written off as collectivism either. Because these reactions are personal, they aren’t towards the society at large. They aren’t giri aka a specifically culturally Japanese sense of duty, or any other of several similar concepts. There is no sense of duty or obligation in what Yuuji does, not on a group level. Yuuji says that he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if people got hurt because he didn’t try to get rid of Sukuna. For him it’s not because it’s the moral thing to do, or the right thing to do but because he’s concerned about the suffering of those people on this very empathetic level. As Nanami says: he genuinely gets upset on behalf of others. 

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That might be why Yuuji isn’t really that popular as a character. Maybe that’s why people prefer Megumi who’s more typically masculine, stoic, distant, intellectual but also proactive and not reactive in his violence and values.

A lot of people consider Yuuji weak. They complain about how much he loses and how in most of his fights he gets carried by other characters, how they are actually the winning factor and not him. 

I actually like that a lot. I think it makes the story interesting, it makes Yuuji interesting that he’s at his best when he’s not alone, that he’s actually doing best when he’s support. That his strength is in how he compliments others. I honestly don’t want him to change into a more typical shounen protagonist. Thematically the way his fights go suits him perfectly because humans are a social species, we thrive on cooperation. And if Yuuji is boundless humanity he shouldn’t stand alone. 

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I’m very normal about Yuuji so it turned into a post about him. I swear this wasn’t the plan. The plan was to write about leftist propaganda. The other guys in juju are actually really cool too. Like Megumi, him constantly trying to figure out his values and reconcile what’s happening around him with them is great. Yuuta with his need to belong and justify himself is amazing. Chousou the family oriented sap (please survive baby). Hakari who said fuck you to the conservatives even though he wasn’t so well positioned as Gojou and it resulted in him getting ostracised. I’m not going to shout out everyone or go deeper into these characters but I really like how there isn’t one type of masculinity in juju. 

I don’t know how much these are conscious choices by Gege, or how much it’s just their internalised leftism seeping through. But it’s nice. It feels good to read. And I hope that because the messaging isn’t always as didactic as with the Zen’in or the Kamo clans, that it’ll go down well and actually be this tiny crumb of feminism in the minds of 15yo boys who read it. And with how hype juju is atm, I hope that overt leftism will strengthen in the pop cultural mainstream directed at boys. And with it feminism.  

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Could juju be better?

Of course, there’s no perfect work of art. No author is perfect and perfectly enlightened. No work is ever going to 100% match with anyone’s politics, sensibilities or expectations. etc etc. But I really think juju already does a lot. The fact that it’s open to a feminist reading is a lot. And I appreciate it for it.

I really wish juju was better on the queer stuff but I’m wary of assigning blame here. Idk if it’s Gege who misunderstands stuff and is uninformed and crude. Or is it because they write a shounen series for Shounen Jump a corporation which is averse to risk. 

I really wish Kirara had a canon gender and identity. I wish Gege made an official call on Kenny’s gender as they did with Tengen. I wish Gege also clearly stated that Kenny is Yuuji’s mum because the fandom cishets are really twisting themselves into pretzels trying to come up with theories that the mum is actually some woman controlled by Kenny and not Kenny. I wish Gege made NobaMaki canon instead of drawing fanart of the ship and pretending it’s not what it looks like. And even though ItaFushi leaves me mostly cold I wish Megumi’s answer proved to be what all the itafushis headcanon it to be, even if it was to prove to be one sided. I wish I wish I wish.

[silversatoru]

Can i regurst a gojo x reader smut where y/n is gojo’s ex girlfriend and also a strong jujutsu sorcerer and they get back together asdfghjkl 🥺😂? Tyy 🥺

hehhee yes ma’am here u are!!! i actually loved writing this one (i think i just have a thing for writing gojo lately lmao) anyway! i! hope! you! enjoy!

to heaven and back

gojo satoru x f! sorcerer!reader

synopsis: you and your ex, gojo satoru, beat the hell out of a few special grade curses and then head back to his house to rekindle an old (and kind of kinky) flame

tags/warnings: nsfw (18+), smut, handcuffs, blindfolding, little bit of oral sex, teasing, alcohol consumption, some fluff at the end? just a little

word count: 3.1k

You lifted your elegant glass of random wine that you could care less about knowing the name of, and took a long sip. All of these old rich bastards talked way too much about brand names, aging, and what cheese paired well with each wine. They were missing what was really important — which one would get you drunk the quickest. 

These kinds of formal events weren’t really your scene, and having to listen to a bunch of old, conservative, high-up jujutsu leaders was terribly boring — so why not take this opportunity to get a little tipsy? You deserved it for putting up with all of these assholes. After all, the only reason they invited you to this prestigious event was for protection. If that pesky band of special grade curses caught wind that all of the higher ups from both Kyoto and Tokyo were in the same place, they were sure to launch some kind of attack. The old, wrinkly douchebags couldn’t care less about your opinions of the jujutsu world and how you would change it, they only liked you for incredible cursed technique. 

And so here you were, spitefully wearing your most elegant dress and downing glasses of wine in an attempt to drown out all of the nonsense around you. There was only one thing that could make this event any worse and— 

“Hello everyone! The strongest jujutsu sorcerer has arrived — I know you were all looking forward to my appearance”. 

And there it was. There was that one thing that could make this event any worse. Gojo Satoru.

You dipped your head low, burying yourself in your glass of wine and praying to any god who would listen to not let this man see you. It’s been over two years since the two of you broke up, but he still wasn’t someone you enjoyed running into. 

Gojo was terribly notorious for having a long line of girls at his disposal, and with his incredible strength and annoyingly good-looks, it wasn’t hard to understand why. The two of you had never been in an officially committed relationship, and so technically Gojo was free to do as he pleased — but you were practically dating and your heart ached every time you caught wind of him being with another woman. And so two years ago you cut things off with him for good — you were tired of being the one he always ran back to at the end of the day. 

He’d looked at you with eyes full of pain that night, begging and pleading to stay with him. He showed you a vulnerable side to him that you had never seen before — and he swore to you that if you had asked to make things official, he would have committed himself to you fully. You declined however, because you felt like you shouldn’t have needed to ask for that kind of thing — but maybe that was just your ego getting in the way. 

“Hey, beautiful, I’ve never seen you around before, you must be from the Tokyo campus,” Some random assistant casually leaned against the counter you were sitting at and shook you out of your thoughts.

“If you’ve never seen me before then you must not be very important,” You shot him a distasteful glance, taking another sip of your wine. 

The man’s face lit up with panic — he must not have been expecting such retaliation to his pathetic attempt of flirting. 

“Are you bothering her?” A familiar voice came from behind you — a long, slender hand slapping down onto your shoulder, “Please don’t flirt with my wife”. 

“Ah- Wife? I’m so sorry, sir,” The man stumbled over his words, bowing his head to Gojo and scurrying away. 

Gojo wasted no time sliding into the seat next to you and pouring himself a glass of wine from the bottle you’d already been working on. 

“Really? You’re telling people I’m your wife now?” You gave him a deadpanned look. 

“It worked, didn’t it?” He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his glass. 

You rolled your eyes hard, “Why are you here, Satoru?” 

“Same reason as you. The old, conservative pussies are afraid those special grades might attack — so why not invite their two prized sorcerers to protect them?” 

“Fair,” You let out a heavy sigh, “Not sure that was their best move though — I don’t think either one of us is very motivated to save these fuckers”. 

“No, but I brought my students with me today. So, if anything does happen, make sure you put on a show for them,” He winked, already topping off his wine glass. 

You looked over to see a few kids sitting a couple tables away from the two of you, chatting amongst themselves and wondering why the fuck they had to be here. 

And so an hour or two went by, and to your surprise, you found yourself laughing hysterically alongside Gojo. The two of you had definitely drank a bit too much, and your personalities complimented each other a little too perfectly. You shared the same terrible sense of humor and he had quite the knack for bringing out this lighthearted side of you. You had missed moments like this these past two years. 

Neither of you were paying any attention to the current debate that was occurring between the higher ups when a loud crash sent broken pieces of glass flying through the grand hall. Sure enough, the curses had made their appearance and came flying into the building through a now broken window.

“It’s our time to shine, huh?” Gojo looked over at you, and you imagined that his icy blue eyes were swirling with excitement under that mask. 

“Yeah, let’s make this quick,” You found a warm ball of excitement churning in your own stomach — it’d been a long time since the two of you had fought together. 

Your technique revolved around the manipulation of cursed energy and converting it into light. You could wrap yourself in a shield of light, send curse-filled bursts of light at your enemies, and move at the speed of light as well — which was almost as efficient as Gojo’s teleportation abilities. You had a series of more advanced moves as well, but those required more energy output and therefore you used them a little less often.

The two of you were both able to move so fast that the curses really didn’t stand a chance. You found yourself laughing as you flipped through the air, hurling balls of light at the curses as Gojo worked closer in hand-to-hand combat. At one point, while the two of you were flying past each other, Gojo stuck out his hand and gave you a high five, both of you smiling like maniacs who enjoyed fighting a little too much. 

Between Gojo’s Limitless and your extreme agility and bursts of light, the curses were quickly forced to flee. Both of you were feeling much too drunk and much too lazy to chase after them, even with all of the higher ups begging you to do so. Gojo simply flipped them off and stuck out his tongue, saying that he did what they paid him to do — keep the curses away — and now that the curses had been scared off, he was no longer needed. 

“You want to come back with me, relieve more of our old memories together? I remember how much you loved sleeping in my king sized bed,” Gojo looked back at you, offering one of his large, slender hands. 

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was your stupid, stupid heart, but you reached out and took his hand, “Fuck it, let’s go”. 

Gojo’s house on the outskirts of the Tokyo campus was just as you remembered — sleek black interior with modern furniture and extravagantly silky sheets on his bed — his same bed that you were currently sprawled out on, laying in nothing but your undergarments. 

Gojo joined you a couple minutes later, his bare skin warm and familiar against yours. He pressed a few sloppy kisses to your lips, both of you still incredibly tipsy and unable to stop the small giggles from leaking out between your lips while you kissed. 

“Take the blind fold off you weirdo,” You pulled at the back of the black fabric. 

“Mmm, okay,” He mumbled, undoing the knot and exposing his piercing blue eyes.

“So pretty,” You murmured under your breath — his eyes really were the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen in your life

His fluffy silver hair fell down messily over his face, a drunken smile stretched across his lips. His smile quickly turned into a devilish grin as he slipped the mask over your eyes instead, tying a tight not at the back of your head.

“This isn’t what I meant,” You droned, but you didn’t argue — you certainly weren’t opposed to being blindfolded.

“It looks good on you,” He slurred, his words messy and his lips even messier as he pressed them back against yours. 

The kisses seemed to last forever, and both of you were perfectly okay with that — your hands taking their time exploring each other’s bodies for the first time in far too long. 

Gojo’s hands worked their way up your back, tracing lines along your toned muscles until he finally reached the nape of your neck. His fingers entangled themselves in your hair, soft hums coming from his lips.

“I still have handcuffs, if you’re still into that sort of thing,” he mused, massaging his fingertips into your scalp. 

“Damn, I can’t believe you remember what I like. I thought my preferences would have gotten lost among the sea of other women you were pleasing,” You let the snarky remark roll off your tongue, though there was clearly no real spite in your words — you’re both adults and what happened then was in the past now.

“It wasn’t even that many,” He defended, “And you were the only one who ever mattered”. 

“I’m flattered,” You laughed, “Now, where are those handcuffs?” 

Gojo stifled a deep laugh, his hands leaving your hair as he lifted himself up and stood from the bed. When he returned a few moments later, there was cool metal wrapping around both of your wrists. He had two sets of handcuffs, putting one on each wrist and then hooking the other side to the bed posts. 

You were entirely at his disposal now, your hands secured over your head and your vision blocked off by the black mask. 

“I could tickle you right now and there’s nothing you could do,” Gojo observed aloud, pressing kisses up the side of your torso.

“Satoru, I would kick the living shit out of you,” You threaten, goosebumps growing under your skin. 

“Yeah, but you can’t touch me unless I let you,” He retaliated, his soft hands reaching underneath your bra to feel your breasts.

You groaned in response — his Limitless really did make him impossible.

He cupped each of his hands around your firm lumps, gently massaging them between his fingers. His cool fingertips then made their way down to your lower body, swiftly removing your remaining underwear. You were now completely exposed to him, chills running down your spine as you wondered what he would do next. 

You heard a shaky breath leave his lips, his hungry hands massaging circles into your thighs, “God, you’re so beautiful. I missed you so much, you know that?” 

“I’m sure you did,” You breathed, “I’m a wonderful person to be around”. 

Gojo let out a hearty laugh, and you heard what you assumed to be the sound of his own underwear getting thrown to the floor. A few seconds later he was straddling your torso, his warm thighs wrapped around your body. You couldn’t see it, but you knew his massive member had to be right in front of your face now. 

“Remind me what that pretty mouth can do,” He cooed, pressing the tip of his length gently to your lips. 

You graciously granted him access, parting your lips and taking the head of his cock into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip, earning a few twitches from Gojo’s body. You began to bob your head back and forth as much as the handcuffs allowed, a few quiet moans leaving his throat in response. 

He began to move his hips against you, gingerly pushing his member deeper and deeper into your mouth until you were taking the full length down your throat. He groaned and let a few curse words slide from between his teeth — your mouth was wrapped so perfectly around him. Tears pricked at your eyes and a couple rough gags ripped through your throat, Gojo finally pulling away and allowing you to catch your breath. 

After that, you felt a single one of his long, slim fingers slide into your mouth, and you wasted no time wrapping it in your tongue and sucking hard. 

“Good girl,” He murmured, plucking his finger back out of your mouth and moving it down to your aching entrance. 

Between the saliva on his finger and the slick juices around your opening — his finger slid in effortlessly. He started moving in quick movements, curling his finger up into your g-spot each time. A few light moans left your lips, your fists clenching in the cuffs as your yearned for more. His finger felt good, but you wanted the real thing — you needed it.

“Satoru, please,” You practically whined his name, a tiny bit ashamed for how desperate you were for him right now. 

“Patience, love,” He clicked his tongue and your heart did somersaults at the endearing name. 

He removed his singular finger and intertwined it with a second one before sliding them back into your cavern. He picked up a steady pace again, your breath hitching in your throat. Two fingers was certainly better than one, but the continuous teasing was just making you even more desperate to feel his member inside of you. You mumbled his name over and over, small pleads and shameless whispers leaving your mouth as you bucked your hips against his hands.

“No ones fucked you as good as I used to, have they? You’re horribly desperate right now” He clicked his tongue again, removing his fingers and moving them up to your clit. He rubbed the smallest, softest circles against the small nub, your core growing warmer with desire. 

“I won’t make you wait any longer then,” He whispered, sitting back and positioning the head of his length against your throbbing cunt. 

“Please,” You mumbled fervently, any ego or pride that you once had was completely down the drain now. 

Your pleads were finally rewarded, Gojo pressing himself deep into your tight walls. The immediate feeling was complete bliss, your head rolling back in pleasure as you heard a throaty moan creep it’s way out of Gojo’s mouth. His moans were so pretty — god, you’d missed the sound of them.  

He moved in and out at a tantalizingly slow pace at first, your hips bucking and wiggling as you made fervent attempts to make him go faster.

“So eager…” He shook his head, continuing to move at a pace that was absolutely agonizing — you thought you might die if he didn’t rail the hell out of you soon. 

“Please, fuck,” You gasped, “Stop moving so goddamn slowly”. 

“Your whines are so pretty, baby. Say my name and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” He murmured, his voice low and husky. 

“Fucking hell,” You gritted your teeth, “Please Satoru, please fuck me already”. 

“Shit,” He mumbled under his breath, your words sending electricity coursing through his body. 

After hearing you say that, he was quick to give you what you wanted, picking up his pace and wrapping his hands firmly around your hips. Strangled combinations of moans, whimpers, and cries filled the air as they flew from your mouth. You didn’t care how loud or desperate you sounded, you wanted him to know how good he was making you feel. 

The two of you were an entangled mess of sweaty skin and throaty moans, Gojo filling your ears with praises and compliments the entire time. His lengthy member railed into you over and over, hitting that perfect pleasure point with each stroke and sending warm surges of ecstasy through your veins. 

Your bodies moved together in sync, your breaths aligning and your climaxes threatening to arrive simultaneously. After a few more firm strokes, you felt yourself drowning in pleasure — euphoria crashing through your body like waves. Gojo reached his end point just a few moments later, his loud cuss words and strangled moans filling your ears. 

The two of you rode out your orgasms together, and almost immediately afterwards Gojo collapsed next to you. He lazily reached up and uncuffed each of your hands, leaving the cuffs dangling from his bed posts just in case there was a round two in his future. He rolled the sticky condom off his member and tossed into a nearby trash bin, a relaxed sigh slipping between his parted lips. You peeled the black mask off of your eyes, finally able to meet his again. 

He was staring at you with eyes filled with all kinds of emotions — the emotions that he’d been too afraid to admit to the first time the two of you were together. But he wasn’t afraid of commitment anymore, he was absolutely certain about what he wanted, and it was you. 

“Stay with me,” He asked, his eyes pleading with you, “I’m ready this time, I promise. I’m all yours, if you’ll have me”. 

You found a small smile tugging at the edges of your lips as you looked deeper into his eyes, “Of course I’ll stay, as long as you still feel this way when you wake up sober tomorrow”. 

“I’ll feel this way forever,” He pressed his head into you and mumbled into your chest, “And I’ll remind you as many times as you need to hear it”. 

You wrapped your arms around him in response, the two of you fitting impeccably together. He placed a few gentle kisses to your skin before his breathes began to slow. You found your own breathing to be evening out, your cloudy thoughts pushing you closer and closer to sleep. The two of you slowly drifted off together, your heavy breaths falling perfectly in sync.