#I’ll bring that shit everywhere and just draw

[silvermizuki]

Once I get an iPad it’s over for you bitches

[igotanidea]

(4) Cheater: Dick Grayson x reader

part 1

part 2

part 3

Warnings: heavy angsts, heatbreak, crush and burn, girl fighting.

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“Shit” was a light description of the situation they were currently in.

Enraged Sienna looking at terrified Y/N and Dick in between them.

There was no denying that those two women were more than ready to fight tooth and nail for the man they both wanted in their lives and – if need arise – draw blood.

In any other circumstances, and perhaps a couple years earlier, his ego would be over the roof from the fact that two beautiful girls were displaying their jealousy over him, but he was not that playboy-attitude-like guy anymore.

He fucked up hard and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Taking Y/N and going all the way with her was not a mistake and he was not going to apologize or leave her now.     

Now, he ended up torn between the need to protect Y/N and keeping with the mission that was in fact supposed to protect Y/N while simultaneously putting her in harm’s way.

Impossible situation.

“Sienna-“ he tried to say while still holding Y/N tight, covering her naked form from the other girl’s eyes.

“YOU BITCH!!” Sienna yelled and without thinking, in a blink of an eye threw herself at Y/N, who squealed in surprise and fleeing Dick’s embrace grabbed the first piece of clothing from the floor to cover herself and started running away.

That “first piece of clothing” was Dick’s shirt. And as you may suspect, it did nothing to ease things up.

A man can really do nothing when two women are fighting. So despite all his skills and abilities, all his attitude and way with words Dick was rooted to the floor, watching the fight unravel before his eyes.

“Girls can we just – “

“STAY OUT OF THIS!” both Y/N and sienna yelled at him, showing a surprising amount of solidarity.

“Stop it!” not giving a shit about their opinion he joined the fight.

If someone were to watch this situation from outside perspective it would be hilarious. Straight out of comedy.

A girl with messed hair in a guy’s stolen  shirt, jumping and ducking on the furniture.

Another girl with a fury in her eyes, throwing said furniture out of her way with a surprising amount of strength.

And a bare chested guy, miraculously and swiftly escaping everything flying his direction, relegated to the background, dealing with the aftermath of his own behavior.

There was no denying that most of this was on him. He seduced Y/N purposefully. And now she was paying for this, forced to repel attack of his ex-girlfriend.

Y/N might have been fast and agile, but Sienna was strong and driven by fury. So when it started to look like the escape was just withing reach, and the first girl reached the entrance door, almost, almost getting to safety (cause the chances of getting attacked in public, on the street were fortunately lower)—

“Oh hell no!”

Y/N’s fingers slipped on the handle and she felt herself being yanked back and on the floor. 

And from then the things started going downhill in an accelerated speed.

“You slept with him you bitch!?” Sienna slapped y/n’s face

“He slept with me!” Y/n did not pull her punches, doing the same thing to Sienna, emphasizing the fact that it was all a conscious choice.

“He has a girlfriend! Me!!!”

“Clearly not anymore!”

“Slut!”

“Witch!”

“You were just an entertainment for him!”

“He choose me over you!”

“Because I was gone!”

“Because he doesn’t love you!”

“You piece of shit!”

Sienna straddled Y/N and started hitting her face, stomach and everywhere else she could reach, causing little groans and squeals to escape the attacked girl’s mouth.

“Stop it!” Dick yelled rushing to help his love, who was in an immeasurably worse situation.

“Get the hell off me!”

In a blink of an eye the things changed and now it was Sienna with her back pinned to the floor with Y/N on top, both girls going head on each other, focused on defeating the opponent.

“He’s mine!”

“Fuck you!”

“If he didn’t pay you for the service I’ll be more than happy to do so just to get you out of our hair” Sienna hissed vindictively with a smirk, throwing Y/N off her game.

“Did you just call me-?”

“A prostitute, yes.”

“AH!”

The hit, aimed at the nose reached its destination perfectly and blood started running down.

“Did you just-?”

“You can shove your money up your ass!”

“You’re a journalist, you clearly need them more than me.”

“Are you after man’s money Sienna?”

“Huh. Me? You resort to certain measures of getting paid by genteman!”

“At least I’m good at it!”

“Is that what he told you?” Sienna smirked again

“He might have mentioned how good I feel and taste.” Y/N retorted with a viciousness in her eyes.

Now the clash between girls were getting more verbal than physical.

“I already told – it’s because I was gone. You were a substitute.”

“Or maybe I was simply the only choice from the beginning?”

“The hell you talking about?”

At this point, Y/N could hardly recognize herself. The girl who was so insistent of sticking to her own moral rules about not going behind another’s girl back was gone. Just because Dick touched her and made love to her.

Fucking hypocrite, but all that was left was a woman filled with lust, desire and deeply rooted love for a man, and there was no way she was letting go easily. Even if that meant throwing a bucket of slop on another person. Even if that meant living in self-hatred till the end of days.

Dick was hers.

“We were together long before he started going out with you.” She hissed, feeling a surge of power in her veins upon seeing the pain in Sienna’s eyes.

“Wha-what?”

“Y/N! Don’t do this!” Dick finally got his tongue back, but choosing the worst moment to speak up.

 “And why shouldn’t I?” the girl spun towards him with fire in her eyes “you said it yourself, you want me, you love me…” she mocked theatrically “so now It’s your chance to prove it. Show me those wasn’t just words Dick. Aver that you want to be with me. Choose.”

“Dick…?” Sienna stuttered, the role switching, leaving her in the position of victim while Y/N turned into the oppressor. “Is- is it true?”

“Yeah, come on Dick, tell her. Tell her how we were touching and kissing at that Wayne gala while she was oblivious to our dirty games too occupied by Jason.”

“Y/N…”

“Coward.” She hissed to cover up for the way her heart started to hurt and tears wanted to brim in her eyes.

“Please don’t -“ he took a step closer to her but she moved away from his reach.

Seemed like Nightwing was winning against Dick Grayson.

And it gave Sienna back her power.

“See?” she grinned with a self-complacency. “you were just a distraction. A plaything to fill in for me. Cause this is who he wants. Me. Not you.” She stepped closer to Dick, wrapping arms on his side and snuggling into his chest.

Legitimate girlfriend

“But—”

“You can go now, little girl.” Sienna laughed “oh, and this-“ she reached to her pocket and retrieved a one dollar bank note “that’s for your trouble and the great performance. For a moment I almost believed it was all real for you.”

“Dick—” Y/N stuttered, her bottom lip trembling.

She felt betrayed, used, fooled, but deep inside – hoping, wishing and praying for him to do something.

But while she broke all her rules for him, he seemed to not care, standing there without a single word, with her arm wrapped over Sienna waist. Not a hint of self-reflection in his entire posture.

Mission comes first.

“ I think you should-“

“Fuck you both. Have a happy life together. Liar and gold-digger.” She hissed grabbing her pants and coat and shutting the door on her way out, before any of them could see how broken she was.

Left with nothing, including her dignity and integrity.

Poor naïve, gullible little girl.

If only she looked into his eyes.

This was not how it was supposed to go.

@miraculous-panic @fullbelieverheart @xlatinaaxx @ietss @arfrona

[pt2change]

human anatomy — kim seokjin

[gif source]

paring: model!seokjin x artist!y/n

genre: university au, does it count if only one is in uni, fluff, rich boy seokjin is here if you squint, typical “i bumped into you and spilled my coffee” first meeting, did i mention jin is actually a naked model

word count: 1,790

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a/n: happy jinhomecoming!!! here’s my first jin drabble to celebrate <3

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you had a coffee in one hand and your sketchpad in the other as you tried to navigate your way through campus and the multiple other students.

you’re usually on time to your classes, but you accidentally overslept last night. even though you’re late, you’re also not rushing because your professor will just call you out in front of everyone!

(you really hope she won’t today)

(you can’t blame her, not really, especially when this is not the first time you show up late to class)

you reach the art building 10 minutes after the initial start of your class time and of course, it’s no surprise that your student id struggles to get read by the machine that unlocks the door.

soon enough, you’re able enter the building, speed walking your way towards the classroom.

your phone pings, reading a message jimin: where are you?, you move your fingers quickly across the screen explaining the events of this morning.

when you turn a corner suddenly, you collide with someone, and your coffee falls from your hands. it feels like it all happens in slow motion just like in the movies; the lid pops off and the coffee just goes absolutely everywhere .

“shit,” you mutter softly before speaking up, “i am so so sorry!”

you weren’t even sure what to do. it would probably be better if the ground just opened up and swallowed you whole.

you turn up to look at the person you collided with. this guy was gorgeous. like really gorgeous. his skin was golden and smooth looking, he had plump lips, and he was tall with dark hair, a few strands of hair fell over his face as he looked at you.

you can only assume he’s new to the campus, because you would’ve definitely noticed him around

you cleared your throat, “hmm, that was my breakfast.” you look back down to see the coffee has landed on this guy’s all white shoes.

the tall man chuckles, “and this seems to be my new shoe polish.” you bring your hand up to your mouth in embarrassment, “i’m really sorry. i didn’t even-“

before you can finish he cuts you off, “don’t worry, i can just get another pair. i do think i’ll have to owe you another one” he says referring to the spilled coffee cup.

you blink up at him, “is that a way of asking me to get coffee with you?”

the guy shrugs his shoulders and smirks, “depends on how you take it, i’m seokjin”

seokjin holds out his hand, and you shake your head slowly as you grab his hand, “y/n”

you smirk slightly, “and you said you owe me one, meaning you get it for me, not with me”

his hand holds onto yours a bit longer, “come on, are you so busy you can’t get one coffee with me, just one day?”

you imagine how you must look in front of him, your hair is a bit messy from sleeping through your alarm, eye bags from the constant late nights, and you’re wearing basic jeans and an oversized shirt you wear when you know you have to sit and just draw in class that day.

you cross your arms “no, i’m turning corners at the speed of light for fun and not because i’m overwhelmed with the amount of assignments i have to get completed.”

seokjin looks down at you with a cocky smirk, “so you’re admitting that this was your fault?”

you purse your lips together, “you know what? you’re 6ft body should’ve been watching where you’re going!” you breathe deeply, “also you’re making me late to class!”

you grab the strap of your bag and adjust it to a comfortable feel. and he speaks up again, “so you’ll let me make it up to you? for the coffee?”

you chuckle, “you just don’t know when to quit, huh?”

he does that stupid cocky smirk again, “no, not really.”

you remove your bag from your shoulder, digging in the pockets for a pen and piece of paper. you smile as you pull out a sticky note and quickly write down your number, you hand it to seokjin and he fiddles it between his fingers

“i’ll text you so i can owe you that coffee, y/n”

you feel your cheeks heat as you nod, “bye seokjin”

you turn around and continue towards your classroom, and you swear you could feel his eyes watching you until you turned another corner

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you shortly make it to your classroom, quietly opening the door to see wooden stands and chairs aligned in a half-circle.

your eyes scan the room frantically before landing eyes on your best friend, jimin, who waves at you to quickly get in while your professor has her back to the door.

you make it to your seat before she faces the classroom, “we have 3 full hours today, so i highly suggest you use your time wisely!”

she makes her way around the lineup of chairs, widening her eyes at some of the students.

“i expect each and everyone of you to apply the techniques we have learned so far to this project,” she clears her throat, “and as you all know, we will have a nude live model this week, so please make him feel comfortable and welcomed.”

you place your sketchpad on the stand, and open to a page, then you reach into your bag to get out some essentials, and you hear the door creak open and footsteps echo the room.

you hear your classmates clap for the model as you place your things on the edge of the stand. your relatively large sketchpad blocks you from seeing the model, but you know he’s made his way to the small platform that has a chair for the model to sit or stand in different positions.

your professor speaks up, “i’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“it’s seokjin.”

your eyes widened at the model’s response. there was no way this was the same seokjin that you had bumped into and spilled coffee all over his shoes and who you gave your number to…

and now you were going to be drawing and detailing his naked body.

you peak your head to the side, and there he is, in nothing but a white robe.

“seokjin, we’re ready whenever you are” your professor says, nodding and starts making her way to the back of the class.

your professor stops in front of you, “you need a better view y/n” she whispers, moving your stand a little to the right.

“oh, thank you” you smile at her, and now all you can think is how he’s most likely going to notice you.

you’re not sure what’s worse; him seeing you before or after he takes his robe off.

seokjin stretches a bit, cracking his knuckles and turning his head from side to side and you grab your pencil, flicking it on your thigh.

seokjin grabs the tie around his waist and just before he pulls it to loosen it, his eyes meet yours.

his eyes widened slightly and his cheeks turned a shade of pink.

seokjin looks down and chuckles to himself, shaking his head slightly. but he takes a deep breath and pulls the robe tie loose letting it fall on the platform,

seokjin gets on the platform and sits on the chair, crossing his arms and he bends one leg and sticks the other one straight out, his head is facing the right side of the classroom.

“okay, class, let’s begin!” your professor chirps from the back of the classroom and displays a timer on the projector.

you grab your pencil and begin to start outlining his proportions. you take a good look at seokjin, he’s got broad shoulders and defined abs, you also take notice in the small tattoo on the side of his waist. you also can’t help but notice the tint of pink still on his face.

there’s a big window that lets in natural sunlight so you focus on how the sun casts shadows on his nose and eyebrows and the way the light emphasizes his biceps and shoulders.

you managed to get a rough sketch down, and you tried your best to get the shape done right, erasing and re-sketching the lines and shapes that didn’t look the best.

it wasn’t long until seokjin stretched again, he stretched out his arms and slowly moved his head, his eyes searched the room until they found yours again.

his eyes stayed focused on you as he got back into position, and all you could do was smile shyly before returning your attention to the canvas.

you knew seokjin was watching you, you could feel his eyes on you as you kept sketching him.

and the next time you looked over at him, he chuckles, almost as if he wanted to laugh. you’re not sure why, but now you start to blush.

you knew you were gonna have to start sketching the rest of his body, his naked body, but just how were you gonna do it when his eyes are on you?

you take a deep breath, moving past his stomach and you begin sketching out his lower body, starting with his hips.

you could feel your cheeks heating up, and god, you hope seokjin isn’t too weirded out by this whole situation and decides to never speak to you again.

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the 3 hours seem to have gone fairly quickly, and while your professor dismissed the class, seokjin grabs the robe and puts it back on. your eyes follow as he makes his way back to a little room where he can change.

you knew jimin had to head to work early today so you say goodbye and watch as he walks out of the class with majority of the students

you take your time putting your materials away, in hopes of seeing seokjin before you leave campus.

you grab your bag, and place it on your shoulder and you see seokjin coming out in his regular clothes with an embarrassed smile.

you cross your arms, “so you’re a naked model huh?”

seokjin laughs, “you think i go around telling everyone i find beautiful that i do naked modeling for college students?”

you shrug your shoulders, “so you think i’m beautiful?”

seokjin puts his hands up in defense, “you know i usually take someone out before i let them see me naked”

“well, you do still owe me that coffee, and this was my last class of the day.” you raised your eyebrows at him, seokjin just chuckles before nodding his head, and you both makes your way out of the art building

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Okay, so. Yesterday I made a post that promised a fairly quick follow-up, but then I got so anxious about the situation that I deliberately ignored it for an entire weekend. Luckily there were ample distractions in the form of NextUp streams from Edinburgh and pictures on the internet of John Oliver performing at The Stand in the Year Of Our Lord 2024. What a time to be alive. It’s been quite a weekend. I’ve watched some excellent comedy shows, a few shit comedy shows, so I can now say I’ve had a more well-rounded Edinburgh experience, that’s all good. And now that I’ve let the initial surprise from yesterday morning sink in for a day, I can go back to it.

To explain what happened, I need to bring up another previous post I’ve made, this one from about six weeks ago. I was going to make this a reblog of that post because it’s basically an update to it, but that whole post is so long and talks about some things that aren’t relevant here. So instead, I’ll just copy-paste the relevant bits from this post that I made in mid-July, after listening to The Bugle episode 4311, which had just come out:

The reason I’m writing this post is to call attention to this exchange, from fairly early into the episode: Andy Zaltzman: I’d like the Republican Party to become a serious political organization again. That’s right up there with my absolute top pipe dreams, along with eternal peace; guilt-free foie gras; a functioning rail network; compulsory lanyards for all – everywhere, all the time, so we don’t have to remember anyone’s name; a ceasefire in the culture wars – and an equitable and lasting ceasefire, not just one that bumps all the problems down the road, [cough] Versailles; competent top-level administration that safeguards the future of Test cricket for at least the next 4,000 years; and having a head like an orange. Those are my top pipe dreams. Chris Addison: [laughs] That’s a very, very good – very in-joke.

That is an excerpt from Bugle episode 4311, released on July 16 but recorded on July 15, 2024. Now I would like to draw your attention to an excerpt from a questionnaire that sketch comedy duo Zaltzman and Oliver filled out about their 2004 Edinburgh Festival show, published on BBC.co.uk on July 28, 2004: If the Edinburgh fairy could grant your wish, what would your wish for? AZ: A head like an orange. JO: A head like an orange.

Here’s the important thing about those two quotes: I have carefully combed through the entire individual and combined back catalogues of Andy Zaltzman and John Oliver, and I am pretty confident that those are the only two references ever made to having a head like an orange. This includes within the two sources – I have quoted the entire relevant passage both times, there is no context around it to explain what the hell they’re talking about. They made this joke one time in 2004, I read that questionnaire ages ago and wondered what they were talking about, and now they’d done it again, nearly exactly 20 years later. Like, within two weeks of being exactly twenty years later. And they will not tell us what they mean. Now, it is possible that I’m just forgetting something here. The fact that Chris Addison recognized the joke in 2024, and that it apparently originated in 2004, makes me wonder if it could have been from The Department, the radio show that Andy Zaltzman, John Oliver, and Chris Addison wrote and starred in together in 2004-2006. I’ve heard every episode of that show a few times each and I don’t remember anything about a head like an orange, but it was pretty dense writing so I could have missed it. The other possibility is that this is something from Political Animal, the stand-up night that Zaltzman and Oliver ran in London/in Edinburgh during the festival, starting in 2003. They’d host it and other comedians would come on to do exclusively political stand-up material, and I know Chris Addison was one of the people who performed there a lot in the early days (Andy, you need to re-start Political Animal in 2024, just so you can make Chris Addison do a set). Some of this got recorded for BBC Radio 4 as well, and there were a lot of weird Zaltzman and Oliver sketches that appeared in the radio show in between the guests, and someone having and/or wanting a head like an orange seems like the sort of thing that could have happened in one of those sketches. I don’t remember it happening, but it’s been a while since I’ve heard that show, so it could have been in there. Even if it never appeared on the radio show, my best guess for the origin of the Orange Mystery is that it was some inside joke from their many Political Animal live shows that didn’t get recorded.

I really want to know this now. I wanted to know before, that 2004 questionnaire is one of my favourite of the weird little Zaltzman and Oliver historical relics. But I want to know even more now that it’s been referenced for only the second ever that I can remember, twenty years later, and we have confirmation that Chris Addison knows what it means. But he’s not telling. And neither is Andy. I mean, they didn’t tell us, there. Didn’t say they’d never tell. I do pay The Bugle approximately $28/month – by far my most expensive monthly direct debit (well over twice the amount that I pay every month for any other one thing, besides, you know, rent and bills), even though I keep telling myself I need to be careful with money and should probably cancel that one because I can’t quite afford it, but I’ve taken so much free entertainment from Andy Zaltzman that it feels like the least I owe him. The point is that because I pay this much money, I am a premium subscriber who can access their monthly show in which Andy answers questions submitted by listeners. I just recently wrote a post about how I tend to be horrifically embarrassed by the thought of interacting with comedians I like, normally I’d never do this. But I’m thinking I might, in this case. It’s a reasonable question, isn’t it? Why does Andy Zaltzman want a head like an orange? I might send that in. Interacting with famous comedians does feel slightly more justified if I've paid for the privilege.

It originated way too early to be a Trump joke, no one was talking about his orange head in 2004. I keep trying to picture a head like an orange, in the hopes that that that will jog my memory of some other time when that image has been in my head, perhaps due to some other reference that I’d heard Zaltzman and Oliver make to it. But every time I think of it, all I can picture is the curious orange from This Morning with Richard Not Judy, and that’s not it. I have never heard Zaltzman and/or Oliver reference Lee and/or Herring, I can’t imagine they’d start with this. My only other vague guess is maybe a joke about the colour of Andy’s hair? But why? @lastweeksshirttonight @nyomkitten @bimwi, any of the Tumblr Buglers recognize this? Can any of you read this post and say, "How on Earth is Meerkats forgetting the very obvious [old Bugle episode in which they clearly explain their in-joke about a head like an orange, which I am somehow the only idiot who can't remember]?" Because if none of you tell me that's the case, then I'm emailing Andy Zaltzman to ask. Well, I'm emailing Producer Chris, and I'll just have to hope he puts the question to Andy. Edit: Okay, I've been informed that apparently there is an old joke about a man wishing for a head like an orange from a genie? I'd never heard it before but a guy I know from England told me it was quite well known (and showed me a link to an American site, so apparently they had it there too, not just a UK thing). I had never heard of this. Am I the only person who'd never heard of this? It hadn't occurred to me that Andy Zaltzzman would be referencing a joke he hadn't invented.

Amazingly, the indented portions above (split into multiple indents because for some reason Tumblr puts a limit on how many characters you can indent at a time) is the shortened version of the too-long post I made six weeks ago after listening to that Bugle episode. The initial post was up for maybe an hour or so before my friend in London read it, and messaged me to tell me about that old joke, and after that I edited the post to include that.

Here's the thing. In that hour between when I made the post and when I was told about the genie joke... I did actually email The Bugle. I don't know what that seemed like a good idea, given how incredibly overwhelmed I get by the idea of comedians I like knowing I exist. I was honestly quite sure it would not get read - they put out one Ask Andy episode per month, they're each about 20 minutes long, Andy answers maybe 6 or 7 questions each time. The Bugle has quite a big listenership, so they much get far, far more emails than that. I did not expect to hear about my question again, and in fact quickly forgot that I'd even sent it.

Until yesterday, when the August Ask Andy episode appeared in my podcast feed, so I put it on. About halfway through the episode, I heard Producer Chris Skinner introduce a question with the words, "This is a weird one." I thought, "That's cool, weird questions are fun." Then Chris said he didn't fully understand the question, but could not resist including it in the episode. "Wow," I thought, "what is such a weird question that Producer Chris couldn't resist it?"

Then he said my entire name, first and last, and the shock of hearing that short-circuited my brain so much that I had to pause the audio and just stare at my phone for several minutes. I did not hear him read my question (just said the name of who'd submitted it), I paused the audio before we got to that bit.

Why did this come as such an absolute, utter shock to me, when I had willingly submitted a question with the knowledge that this could happen? I don't know, I'm an idiot. Like I said, hadn't expected it to get answered. But more than that, it hadn't occurred to me that if they did answer it, they'd say my full name. For some reason that's the bit that really got me. I mean, my full name is in my email signature, so it's entirely reasonable that they read it. I just. That's my name. Like my name in real life, and I'm usually pretty careful to not associate my full name in real life with my comedy fandom. Someone said my full name to Andy Zaltzman. Producer Chris said my name.

So I sat there, stared at my phone, freaked out a bit, made that post that I linked at the beginning of this one, and when I made that post, I genuinely thought that within about 20 minutes, I'd have put the episode back on and made an update post in which I explained all this. But I got increasingly anxious at the thought of hearing Andy Zaltzman talk about something I had written in an email, so I decided to distract myself by going on social media to look at pictures of the Edinburgh Awards stuff, and was hit by an unexpected figurative bullet at point-blank range for the second time in one morning, this one being pictures of John Oliver at The Stand adding a whole new moment to Chocolate Milk Gang history, so that was a good distraction. Then I put on some NextUp Edinburgh shows, and now it's Sunday night and I really have to put that podcast back on because I am not going to spend my whole workday tomorrow distracted by questions like "I wonder if Andy Zaltzman said on a podcast that I'm an idiot who asks stupid questions?"

...I've still not listened to it though. I am genuinely, weirdly anxious. I'm going to put it on, and then I will make yet another post with what will inevitably be a anti-climactic thirty seconds of Andy Zaltzman saying "Oh, right, that's a reference to a joke about a genie," and then they'll move on, and it'll be fine. I'm just slightly paranoid about the thought of hearing Andy Zaltzman say, "What the fuck is wrong with someone who would ask such a weird question, especially when the answer is so obvious, it's the well-known genie joke, go away and never listen to my podcast again, [my full name]", so I'm procrastinating listening to it by writing this post.

[hesperantha]

Sweeter

⨳Pairing: Jimin x reader (transmasc) ⨳Genre: slice of life, smut ⨳Words: 2.7k ⨳Rating: grownups only ⨳Warnings: dysphoria, some mention of medical details, established long distance relationship, communication is not their strong suit but they’re trying, they fuck. Mention of both natal and prosthetic dicks. ⨳Summary: Change and distance are hard on your relationship. Jimin helps ease your worries when you reconnect after both. ⨳AN: thanks to @wwilloww and @chemicalpink for beta reading the mxm version and thank you to @itsallabouthedetails​ for fixing this version. I started writing this as a reader-insert, had a doubt, and changed it to Yoonmin. Here’s the original version, finished in celebration of saying farewell to my own huge knockers.

“But they’re great. Fun. Soft.”

“I don’t care, Jimin,” you say, trying to keep the sulk out of your voice. “They’re horrible. They’re everywhere, all the time, and I wish they weren’t.”

Jimin scoffs through the phone.

“Imagine this,” you try again, scrambling for a good metaphor. “Your backpack. It’s handy, right? It serves a purpose. Now imagine you can never take it off. It’s just there all the time. None of your clothes fit the way they should because there’s a giant goddamn backpack under them. It’s heavy. The straps hurt your shoulders. It bounces and slaps against you when you run. When it’s hot out, your back gets sweaty from it.”

“That’s not the same at all,” insists Jimin, clearly missing the point. 

“But it kind of is. To me, anyway.”

“You didn’t used to think so,” argues Jimin.

“False. I didn’t used to think it was acceptable to think so. But fuck that.”

“Is this about the patriarchy again?” There’s a sharp edge in Jimin’s voice, and you’re relieved he has the decency to keep his sigh to himself.

“Newsflash: everything is about the goddamn patriarchy. And also not.”

“Look. I’m not trying to change your mind.” Jimin goes a bit serious, which you hate. “Just trying to understand. Trying to wrap my mind around it.”

“I hate to say it, but at the end of the day it doesn’t matter what you wrap your mind around. They’re not yours to have an opinion on and if this is a dealbreaker—”

“Of course it’s not a dealbreaker! I love you, not your specific parts.”

“Good, because it’s a done deal.” You can’t bring yourself to ask the real question: does this mean we’re done?

“You don’t need to process, do you?” Jimin asks.

“No. I know you do, though.” 

Jimin exhales heavily through the phone.

You continue. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course. Always.” You know he means it. Time and time again Jimin has been there for you, emotionally if not physically, as the two of you held each other through the tempests.

You steel yourself to voice your need: “Process on your own time. Don’t ask me to do it with you. Not this time.”

“I can do that,” he promises before drawing a deep breath. “I wish I could be there. Someone needs to give you sponge baths and help change the dressings.”

“Me too. I mean—I’m honestly not worried about that stuff—I’m probably just going to be bored out of my skull. Crap. Sorry to shit on your hot nurse fantasy.”

It’s enough to pull a dry laugh out of him, so you continue, reeling it back in.

“Anyway, I have friends. And my dad’s coming for a week.”

“Not ideal,” Jimin notes. 

“No, not really,” you agree with a chuckle. “He’s just gonna talk about how it was his fault for signing me up for basketball when I was thirteen. Nevermind that my brother did ballet for all those years and is… the way he is.”

Jimin snorts. “A dudebro pussy magnet?”

“I love you. Thank you for not being a dudebro.”

When you meet him at the airport, Jimin is wearing a backpack, slouching under its weight. 

“I got you a watermelon,” he says, letting one of the straps slip off his shoulder and shrugging it down his arm to hand it off.

“I can’t,” you say, the words strange and unnatural on your tongue. “Not yet. Another week. I’ll wheel your suitcase, but you’re going to have to carry it for me. At least I got cleared to take a bath. Fucking finally.”

Jimin tugs the strap back up, rolls his shoulders, and stands taller. 

He hasn’t looked down yet. He hasn’t seen your shirt lying flat against your sternum, buttons in no danger of flying off. It’s Jimin’s shirt, one you used to wear open because you loved it and that was the only way it would fit. He used to call you cute when you wore it styled with a little knot at the bottom just above the waistband of your cut-off shorts. Then he called you a lumberjack when you tucked it into baggy carpenter jeans, hiding your body from yourself. You had snapped at him, then, unprepared to make a statement but unable to hold it back any longer.

“Good thing I like lumberjacks.”

That was all he’d said, but he’d quietly removed the high heels from your closet and replaced them with a pair of Air Jordans. He’d had a coffee mug with your new name mailed to you while he was in Nairobi.

Now he’s steps ahead, backpack full of watermelon hanging heavy from his shoulders while you walk behind, relieved that his flight landed on time but unsure of how things will land between the two of you.

In the garage, you wheel Jimin’s suitcase to his trunk and he slides in to lift it without saying a word, then goes to the driver’s side.

“Are you okay?” you ask as you get into the passenger side and buckle up. “How was the flight? Have you eaten already?”

Jimin is chewing his lip and looking ahead before he eventually says “You know, I thought you’d be different now.”

“How so?”

“I don’t really know how to explain it. I got used to you being you-shaped. And thought you’d be less you-shaped, but instead you’re more you-shaped and—oh god—I was not prepared for how hot you’d be. Not that you weren’t before. But now, now, it’s like looking into the sun.”

You adjust the seatbelt. The last time you rode passenger in your own car, the seatbelt was still wedged between your breasts, impossible to ignore. Now it’s an entirely different kind of distracting, lying gloriously flat across your shirt and the surgical binder underneath it. When you sneak a glance at Jimin, his smile is so broad you wonder how he’ll see the road.

You look out the passenger window, past the pillars of the garage as they go by, out over the city. When the car turns into the enclosed and darkened ramp and the outside goes black, you catch your reflection smiling back at you. 

At your apartment, Jimin unpacks. Neatly folded dirty clothes get tossed in the wash, a new book is added to the shelf, and then finally, finally, he dares to take you in his arms.

You lean against him, awkwardly turned to the side so your shoulder bumps against his chest. He’s being so gentle—uncharacteristically so—and you don’t know how to tell him that it isn’t what you want. You’re just weighing the pros and cons of playfully slapping his ass to end the hug when he takes a step back. 

“I think this is a good fit,” he announces, holding you at arm’s length. 

There’s a lump in your throat that you will away. You’d told yourself that it wouldn’t matter, that no one’s opinion mattered except your own, but now that Jimin is here with you, you find yourself wanting reassurance again that nothing has truly changed. 

The silence stretches on too long. Becomes awkward. 

“Watermelon?” you suggest. 

“Watermelon,” Jimin agrees, and you follow him to the kitchen and watch him butcher it, wedging the chef's knife in along the equator and splitting the melon into hemispheres. He stands each one upright, red flesh against the white cutting board, and splits them again, standing on his toes for the added power of an extra inch. You watch as the juices run out, red rivulets flooding the white field.

Jimin turns it, slices wedges, pares away the rind, exposing the soft, bright flesh inside. The knife slips easily now, dividing each part into cubes.

“Put the knife down,” you say, finding that soft, commanding tone that makes Jimin go a bit weak in the knees. He lays it to the side, blade facing away.

“Are you okay?” he asks. Are you ready, he means.

You pick up one of the cubes of melon, juices running down your fingers, and bring it to Jimin’s mouth.

“You try it first.”

He takes it from you, soft lips warm against your fingertips. There's a spot of juice at the corner of his mouth that threatens to spill over when he swallows. You wipe it away, then trace along his lower lip. His lips part softly, and you slip two fingers in.

His mouth is wet from the melon, and you know it would be delicious. Jimin closes his lips around the fingers in his mouth, drawing them in so they press against his tongue as his eyes flutter closed.

“God, I love you like this,” you say. Confirming. Just because it has to be said. “You’re so sweet. So pretty.”

Jimin drops to his knees on the kitchen floor, head bowed. Your fingers slip from his mouth, but linger—resting on his lower lip. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” Jimin whispers. 

“Don’t bring ‘sorry’ into it now. You’re here. Right where I need you.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lip, grazing your fingertip. Electric. 

“Where you need me,” echoes Jimin. “You need me?”

“Of course I do.”

“But you said —”

“This. This is how I need you.” He’s so close you can feel Jimin’s breath ghosting against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh through your jeans.

“Open,” you tell him. Jimin obediently does, and you rest another cube of melon on his tongue, pink on pink, wet. “My sweet boy,“ you coo.

Jimin reaches to place a hand on your hip, catching the fabric of your shirt on his thumb so he can slide it up. “Nice shirt,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss the sliver of skin above your waistband. “Is this yours now?”

“I think we both know it’s always been mine.”

Jimin eases the shirt up further, exposing more of your belly. He kneels upright, nose brushing your navel. He feels you stiffen as his hand skims further up your side.

“Shhhh,” soothes Jimin. “It’s ok. I know it’s not—”

“It’s not that,” you counter. “It’s me. I’m not ready.”

Jimin redirects, kissing the tender place just above the button of your jeans. “Is this better?” he asks. 

You nod, swallowing down the lump in your throat again.

Jimin’s deft fingers unbutton your jeans, tugging them down. His tongue follows close behind, darting out to lick the soft fuzz on your belly. Waiting for a reaction, needing confirmation that this is right.

“Talk to me,” Jimin begs. “Say something. Please.”

“Never needed to say anything before,” you remind him. The edge of need in your voice belies the unaffected, gruff tone you try to take on. You look away, watching juice from the melon drip off the cutting board and pool on the countertop. “I missed your pretty mouth,” you say softly. 

“Keep going,” urges Jimin, tugging your boxers down over your hips and slowly exposing the thatch of hair at the apex of your thighs. 

“Missed your pretty mouth and your pretty dick. Spent a lot of time thinking about what I wanted to do with both of them.”

“Yeah?”

You choke back a smirk. Jimin’s distracting you on purpose, making sure that you don’t spiral into that void of self-conscious, helpless darkness that sometimes overtakes you in these intimate moments. It’s working. “Wanna know what I did when I was thinking about your mouth?”

“Of course.” Jimin sinks lower on his knees, kissing his way slowly around to the inside of your thigh, silently guiding your legs apart.

“I got myself off about a hundred times thinking about it. Didn’t have much else to do, so I took my time. Edged myself until I couldn’t take it, then let myself come thinking about making you swallow my load.”

Jimin’s groan isn’t for show.

“I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth now,” you tell him, steadying yourself with a hand on his shoulder. 

Jimin slicks his lips before parting them slightly, glancing up to make sure you’re watching. 

Your dick is much less than a mouthful, poking out hard and wet between your lips, flushed dark. Jimin loves to tease it, to take his time until you’re begging and whimpering, and you hope he knows this isn’t the time for teasing. 

The noise he makes as he slurps around it is obscene. One last glance upward and he begins to work his tongue in slow circles. He’ll know when—

“Suck it.”

—when to let you take charge, grabbing onto a fistful of his hair, ignoring the grit from another city, another time zone, pulling him in close until his nose is pressed hard against your pubic bone. You hold him there while he sucks hard, letting you rock against him as you chase your release. 

Jimin’s known for years that you’re usually quiet during sex, never one to talk unless he explicitly asks you to, and then rarely more than a handful of words. He’s learned to watch for other cues: the way you sway to keep your knees from buckling, the clench and release of your fingers, the way you breathe hard through your nose, teeth gritted to cut off any involuntary noises you might make. Now Jimin dares himself to pull a sound out of you, to coax a moan, a murmured obscenity, maybe even—if the stars align—a shout of pleasure, joyful and unrestrained. 

His hands grip the soft flesh of your ass as the hard floor bites at his knees. He feels himself drifting away, untethered and free as you use his mouth. Almost too lost in his own pleasure bubbling up, he knows that he needs to stay present, to be there for you the way he can, now, to show you that nothing has really changed.

Once again he looks up, watching you biting down hard on your lower lip, eyes unfocused and far away. Jimin realizes what a miracle it is to finally get this view—unobstructed, beautiful and sharp—he sucks loosely at your dick, tonguing the tip, bobbing his head and hoping you’ll look down and watch him.

You do, eventually, hazy eyes snapping into focus as the fingers in Jimin’s hair clench, pulling tight. 

Your voice comes out hoarse: “I love you. You know that, right? I’m always afraid to say it when you’re like this—don’t want you to think I just love it that you’re willing to suck me off—but you—really, you.” The words slip away as a drop of sweat rolls down your neck, rushing toward the collar of your shirt—Jimin’s shirt—the shared shirt. 

You’re thrusting into his face now, short strokes that smash Jimin’s nose relentlessly against hard bone and soft hair. Finally your body stiffens and stills, your pulsing dick pressed to his tongue as you let out a low groan of satisfaction and relief. 

Jimin sits back on his heels and wipes his mouth as you stagger backwards toward the counter, planting the heel of your hand in the pool of watermelon juice as you catch yourself. 

“Fuck,” you swear, encompassing the sticky hand, the orgasm, the sight of Jimin’s wild hair, and—most of all—the exhaustion that you aren’t quite able to put into words.

“We could do that too,” hints Jimin. 

“I’m old. Gimme a minute.” You pull your jeans back up, to Jimin’s complete dismay.

“Is Ultron charged?”

You look away, biting hard on the inside of your cheek to try to keep your laughter in. “You didn’t see me for weeks, missed the opportunity to nurse me through major surgery, and your first thought is to hop on my bionic dick?”

“Pretty much. Still love me?” Jimin bats his eyelashes ridiculously.

“Shit. I said that out loud, didn't I? Can we not make it a thing that I said it while you were—um…”

“I love you too. Want me to lick that off your hand?”

“No, but I wouldn’t turn down a bath. Just pretend not to look at me or something.”

In the deep, hot tub, you pull Jimin against you, curved spine against flat chest. Closer than you’ve ever been. 

tagging: @diverseinsertknet​

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva x reader - this empty space

Part 11:

Your body felt heavy, it felt like someone had placed a thousand bricks on top of you and just left them there for days.

It hurt, everywhere, and your head pounded, and when you opened your eyes you found it too bright and closed them again and waited a moment before slowly opening them.

You looked at the ceiling.

You went to move your arms, only to stop when you felt something in your hand, and you slowly lifted your head to look at your hand.

Saul had his head resting on your chest, his hand holding yours tightly, chest softly rising and falling as he slept.

You put your head back down, bringing your other hand up to softly place on his head, gazing up at the ceiling.

He stirred a little from your movement, but stayed asleep.

“You always were a heavy sleeper…” you muttered.

“You snore…” he mumbled back.

You blinked, lifting your head to look at him again, and he seemed to process that you were awake before he shot up, head butting you as he did and you groaned, hands flying to your face.

“Shit I’m sorry!”

He panicked, helping your sit up slowly, tucking some pillows behind your back before he gently pried your hands from your face to have a look.

“Crap I’m really sorry…”

You shocked your head, resting your hands in your lap.

“It’s fine, can you get me a shirt please?”

“Yeah, just tell me where.”

He got up, and you told him where to find them and he brought it back over, turning his back to you so you could change your shirt and you sighed, resting your head back.

“Are you done?”

“Yeah.”

He turned around and handing you a small bottle and you drank the disgusting medicine and set it aside as you turned back to him.

“How’re you feeling? Do you need anything?”

“Like a crapfest. But I guess I’m hungry too…”

“Right, wait here.”

You looked at him and he offered you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, clearly you’re not going anywhere.”

He walked away and you grabbed your phone to check the date.

Only a few days since you had the fight, you still had time to recover and get everything ready while having a good week or so to rest as well.

Saul brought you something light and easy to eat, and you ate in silence and he took everything back down.

He came up again and changed your bandages before he sat in the bed, looking at you.

“What’s happening to you?” He asked.

You sighed, shaking your head.

“Give me another day, I’ll explain tomorrow.”

Saul frowned and nodded, helping you lay back down so you could go back to sleep.

The following morning when he came to check up on you, he found your bed empty, and he panicked, running around to looked for you until he found you standing at in the garden.

He walked down the stairs.

“You shouldn’t be up, sit down.” He said softly.

Saul helped you sit on the stairs, and he sat next to you.

“Will you tell me now?” He asked.

He looked at you, noticing you hand changed your shirt again, this time to a short sleeved shirt, the black veins easily visible.

“You asked me what Luna meant, when she said I’d die.” You said.

He nodded his head, and you adjusted the way you were sat to look at him properly, and he did the same, his knees touching yours.

“My dad figured out a way that we could stop the fall of Solaria, the reason he was killed and his office destroyed. I found some pieces of notes he left.” You explained.

Saul nodded.

“It required both of us taking turns to draw in magic, it would exhaust us, but between the both of us we had the ability to do it.”

“You were supposed to fight with him?” Saul asked.

“Yes. It was supposed to be both of us, it would have been no problem. That was the plan.”

Saul frowned a little.

“So you had to change your plan?” He asked.

You sighed, shaking your head.

“No, it was the only plan that would work. With my dad gone, I had to take his share of the magic as well, doubling my intake. But with nowhere to do, no way to use it, it’s been building up inside of me.”

Saul seemed confused.

“Think of it like a glass of water, you fill the glass to the top, some spills over right?”

He nodded.

“That was supposed to be what happened. But when you leave a glass under the tap, the water continues to pour out. That’s what’s happening.”

“So the mist in your wounds..?”

“Shadow magic. It spills out whenever it can, through wounds mainly, explosive rage, anything it can to come out. I’ve been trapping this magic inside me for so long it is destroying my body from the inside.”

Saul’s eyes widened slightly.

“I’m dying Saul. Even if I make it out of this fight, I probably won’t have much longer left…”

“Y.. you can’t die!” He yelled.

“It’s too late!”

Saul stood up, making his way down the stairs as he paced and you got up, slowly following him to stand at the bottom of the stairs.

“We can fix it! We’ll ask Farah.. Luna!” He rushed out.

“Saul..”

You sighed, reaching out, you grabbed his hand to make him stop.

He looked at your hand in his, and he looked up at your eyes, tears falling down his face.

“Saul they can’t help.. it’s to late..”

“No. No. No. we can find a way, surely there’s something about it, something to help.”

“Saul listen to me.”

He slowly nodded his head.

“Nobody can help me. It’s too late. I knew what would happen when I started this…”

“You knew you would die?” He asked.

“Yes.. I did.”

“Then why? Why did you do this to yourself?”

You shuffled to the steps, sitting down and he sat down with you, your hand still clutched in his.

“So I could hold this off for as long as possible. The kings weren’t supposed to rise this way. It was supposed to be over a period of years, building up to now. They were supposed to rise and blend in with everyone until now.”

“You still haven’t told me why…”

Sighing, you looked down at your conjoined hands shaking your head as you let out a weak laugh.

“For you moron. I did this for you. For Farah. So you two could live your lives happily. I didn’t have the strength I do now, I wouldn’t have been able to fight. And even if I could, I wouldn’t have been able to get very far while Solaira was on high alert waiting for me to make a wrong move. But I did this for you, so you wouldn’t have to face this.”

“You.. you did this for me..?”

You smiled a little and looked up at him.

“I was angry with you Saul. Yes. But it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have protected you, it’s why I never told you I was alive, so you wouldn’t come here. You weren’t supposed to get involved..”

He reached his free hand up, gently touching the side of your face.

“Then let us find some way to fix this..”

“The damage is already done. I’m sorry..”

He shook his head standing up again, and he walked down a couple of steps and you turned to look at him.

He got on his knees.

“I told you I wouldn’t beg for you to stay. But I will, I am on my knees, begging you (Y/N) let me try and fix this.” He pleaded.

“Saul listen to me. Listen to what I’m telling you.”

You shuffled down a few steps until you were in front of him.

You took his hands in yours, gently squeezing them.

“I have researched, I have read book after book, searched up again and again.. I can undo what I have done. After all this, it’s impossible. But even if I could.. I wouldn’t..”

“So you’d just let yourself die?”

“If it means you can live in a world free from this curse, without fear of them. Yes. I would.”

He got up, sitting next to you as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“I.. I just got you back… I can’t loose you again (Y/N).. I can’t..”

Resting your head on his, you gazed at the sunlight coming through the trees and closed your eyes.

“I can’t loose you again..”

“I’m sorry Saul…”

His tears soaked your shirt, and you just sat there with him.

In all honestly, all the anger and hate you and for him died years ago, even if you were furious with him you still loved him, and you couldn’t lie to yourself about that.

It’s why you tried to run him away, so he wouldn’t have to worry about anything like this.

But with the comet just under a month away, and no threats for a few weeks, you could spend some time with him.

“I don’t want you to die..”

“It’s okay. I’ve accepted my fate.. I knew what I was doing. And I’d do it again.”

Saul sat forward, and you reached out, brushing his tears away with your thumb as you smiled softly at him.

“You’ll be okay. Your strong. You always were.”

You leant forward and kissed his forehead and he leant forward, brushing his nose against yours as he took a shaky breath.

You closed your eyes, placing your hand on the back of his neck.

“It’s okay…”

You pulled him down and connected your lips with his in a soft kiss, and he kissed you back, his hands cradling your face as he leant in as close as he could.

You pulled away, lips brushing again his as you leant in again, kissing him once more before pulling away.

“We can’t change what’s set in stone Saul.”

He sadly nodded his head, and pulled you into his arms, letting you rest your back against him as you both watched the sunrise

[lestatslefttit]

Please stop beautifying mutilated characters

TW: major spoilers for the Shadow and Bone trilogy (post Siege & Storm/book 2) and minor spoilers for Sally Face

Very random rant about smth that’s been bothering me for a while.

Why can’t people just let “disfigured” (I looked for a different word that explains what exactly I mean and couldn’t find it, but I’m aware that it’s not okay to say that about someone, I’m just trying to express what I mean as specifically as possible) be “disfigured”???!!

I’m so tired of seeing people draw characters like Sal Fisher and Genya Safin as just pretty faces with a couple scars. Can we be for real for 2 fucking seconds? I don’t wanna put any of the fanart I’m talking about in this post because I don’t wanna call out any artist in particular, I’m sure most, if not all, mean well doing this, I just think it’s a little fucked.

Sal’s face was messed up when he was a kid. Canonically a whole piece of his jaw is missing. The cartilage of his nose is at least partially missing. He is not a pretty anime boy with a few lines on his face. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. That’s doesn’t make him a better or a worse person, it’s just a fact about his appearance. It says absolutely nothing about who he is but it is an important part of his character and definitely impacts his actions and personality.

When Alina first sees Genya after what happened to her, this is how she’s described (literally copied and pasted from the fucking book)

“It was not Baghra. I didn’t know what it was. The bites were everywhere, raised black ridges of flesh, twisting lumps of tissue that could never be healed, not by Grisha hand or by any other, the unmistakable marks of the nichevo’ya. Then I saw the faded flame of her hair, the lovely amber hue of her one remaining eye.”

She looks so different that Alina doesn’t recognize her. At first she describes her as a “what”, because that’s how affected her appearance was by that happened to her. So you’re gonna sit here and tell me that it’s perfectly sensible to draw her (post nichevo’ya) exactly the same as before but with a cute little eyepatch and a few lines over her face? Stop trying to beautify characters that have had accidents like this. They’re not conventionally pretty and that’s not a fucking character flaw.

I absolutely hate policing people’s art. Draw thin characters fat, give able bodied character disabilities if you want, make characters black or Asian or whatever you want, I’m all for representation, but please don’t erase this important part of who they are. Because it is an important part of who they are. It impacts so much of their lives in canon. And we can still love them exactly how they look. We should still love them exactly how they look, without trying to erase these horrible things that happened to them.

I chose to focus on these two characters in particular because they’re the ones I’ve seen this being done to the most, but this is true for any characters who have suffered through horrible things that heavily changed their appearance.

And before someone comments on this saying that it’s just fictional characters and all that bullshit, I’m well aware. I’m also well aware that this post is not gonna change jack shit and people are still gonna draw Genya and Sal and any other characters who don’t look “normal” as pretty, conventional faces and there’s nothing I can do about that. I have no intention of fighting with any artist that chooses to do this. I’m just asking that if you are one of the people who choose to erase these kind of physical characteristics about these characters, that you ask yourself why you feel the need to do it. If you like the character enough to want to draw them, why can’t you actually like them how they are? If you read all this and still don’t give a shit, good for you, that’s not my business. I just thought it was worth bringing this up.

Anyways, if anyone wants to actually have a discussion about this I’ll be happy to, this has just been bothering me for a long time and I felt like ranting about it. Hopefully at least one person actually stops to thinks because of this post. Maybe no one will. That’s okay.

If you have had an accident that left your appearance similar to one of these characters, I hope you can still see representation in them, no matter how their appearance is treated by the fandom, and I hope you know that you are worthy of love no matter what you look like.

[fair-night-starry-tears]

Marron bullshit to put on @writing-heiress twst avatar au part 1

Bringing up the fact I made Jasir unique be the literal avatar. This man would be from the calmest reasonable prince Freya can respect to get influenced by her and Minako for a few moments of life to get involved in danger to not give a shit and be ready to spout out roasts out of no hesitation.

Probably also get his ass beaten for not telling Freya he learned to bend gold (I call this the gold bending/ he can find gold nuggets in lakes and caves and bend them into pure gold coins for currency), probably also knows bloodbending, somehow knows to glass bend for a split moment, and might’ve studied more medicine then his family to fucking mess with them.

But the Minako influence being rubbed off him thing? Yeah. YEAH HE WILL BE DEBATING TO TELL HIS FAMILY HE ACTUALLY HAS MASTERED FOUR ELEMENTS AND KNOWING HE COULD’VE RULED THE EARTH KINGDOM HE JUST CHOOSES TO WAIT FOR THE BEST OPPORTUNITY BUT REALLY LOVES TO SHIT TALK ABOUT HIS OWN FAMILY WITH NO HESITATION

Jasir, very done after being dragged everywhere: man I want to tell my shitty family bend every element just to fuck with them.

Freya: exCUSE ME WHAT-

Jasir: but I really…… really want to tell my brother I hooked up with his ex two weeks ago. She said i was the better twin.

Minako: *wheeze*

Jasir: I learnt to bend Gold by accident but I find it useful because if they disown me. I would be rich to steal gold from mines or lakes and no one will give a shit about it-

Yuu: WAIT YOU CAN WHAT-

Jasir: I am going to ruin my family some day…..

Srs he is ready to bend everything and probably destroy his own home and get away with it while also taking the family tiger too. Liliana is just suffocating Minako with her giant height and fur. She just a hint tiger who probably almost killed the twins few too many times and they accept that would be their way to go.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @achy-boo @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @liviavanrouge

Jasir after Mina dared him to burn his house three times and this was his wanted poster which he refused to let it be changed:

Update to my tag: it’s actually 1 am now.

Ps: no I won’t fucking sleep I live for chaos

Me when my brain thinks of the stupidest idea yet so genius to me:

Funny thing is I’m fucking listening to “fun facts with Wan” on TikTok and next shit happen for me to think Jasir can actually see the avatar spirits and never fucking said a word of it and just waited on a very serious moment to just say “oh yeah. I see the avatar spirits. Yeah. Yeah for my entire fucking life.”

Freya: ….. ARE YOU KIDDING ME-

Jasir: im surprise as you, I ain’t the avatar but here I am bending four elements with no relations to any avatar or nomads in that order. My best friend who I confide secret is a tiger, my family dote on a boy who blood bends his way around anything, and I fucking can gold bend. My life should’ve been normal. I would’ve been fine if I was just an earth bender but granted someone said “hey let’s fuck up this kid” look where I stand! I stand on a wire!

I should be asleep but my brain just refuses so if anyone wanna talk about crazier ideas for au’s or somewhat. I’ll be open until my brain thinks about more info or how unhinged the avatars would be to guide Freya or encourage her to go apeshit on someone.

And maybe I’ll draw her about to bend someone existence out again, making it the third time I’ll draw her. Maybe. Unless I debate on drawing her smacking the shit outta Jasir for holding the boiling tea then so be it. Someone will be smacked on sight.

This post got too long then I expected but I can just say this.

I have no control, I am just the embodiment of chaos and I want to eat soup so late.

[btsgotjams27]

can i ask if you'd be willing to share what you originally wrote for yoongi and mc in TIU? 👀

haha y'all really wanna see the drama huhhhh!! if you haven't heard the podcast episode where i talk about the alternate ending, then this'll be a spoiler for you. i'll post snippets of what i originally wanted to happen. all the snippets are in order. (under the cut)

Grumpy Grandpa 10:45 AM

Do you love me?

When you tapped on your phone, you’re startled by the text notification from Yoongi. Your mind goes to the worst-case scenario. You're glad Jungkook was out and couldn't see you panicking.

What does he mean by ‘do you love me?' Like as a friend or more than that? He knows you’re with Jungkook. So, it must be as a friend. You reassured yourself repeatedly.

Unless he developed feelings in the last year, and you were too wrapped up in your own shit to notice.

No. No. No. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t do this, right? You’re betrothed. You’re taken. Another man loves you.

If Yoongi liked you then he would’ve told you or maybe he felt like he couldn’t because you were still hung up on Jungkook. Thoughts are zipping through your mind, thinking of all the possible scenarios.

You open the text, writing, deleting, and rewriting what to say to him.

Yoongi, you’re sweet and all, but you know I’m with Jungkook.

No. Delete.

Yoongi, you’re messing with me, right? Is this just a joke? You’re gonna text me later and say ha-ha, I fooled you.

Nope. Delete.

--

Jungkook and Taehyung were busy bringing decor and food in, and Yoongi had somehow disappeared coming from the terrace to the kitchen. You blame being the bride-to-be because everyone needs your input on where to place everything.

“You okay?” Jungkook asked, scanning your face.

You hummed, nodding your head, and broke out into a warm smile. “I’m good. Better than good, great actually.”

He raised his eyebrow, sporting a thin smile. “Okay,” his tone is hesitant but he trusts you. “I’m gonna help Taehyung finish bringing everything in, then we can get the party started, hmm?” He kisses your cheek before running off.

You know this is a happy occasion. Yours and Jungkook’s. However, you can’t help but worry about Yoongi.

You didn’t want to read too much into his text. He was probably just trying to be helpful and was joking because he did find this beautiful place for your engagement party. But the fact that you felt like he’s been avoiding you since arriving didn’t help the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

--

Jungkook softly chuckled. “You did more for her than you think. Thanks again.” He held his hand out for Yoongi to shake again. Yoongi stared for a moment before reciprocating.

It’s not like he could hate the guy. He was the love of your life and you were his, it was pretty prominent to say the least. He knew a lost cause when he saw one. He wouldn’t break up something you poured your heart and soul into. You were going to be a married woman soon, and he wasn’t gonna be an asshole and tell you about his feelings now, that’d be a fucked up thing to do.

--

You gulp, taking a step forward into the room.

Yoongi knits his eyebrows. “Everything okay?”

“Can I talk to you?” He gestured for you to sit on the bed, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, looking everywhere around the room but at him. Could this silly little question ruin your friendship?

“You didn’t mean anything when you sent that text the other day, right?”

Confusion sets on his face, his eyebrows draw into a line. “Huh?”

He has no fucking clue what you’re talking about. You felt stupid for even bringing it up now. “Never mind–it’s nothing,” you waved your hand, and stood, turning around to leave. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Are you talking about when I texted ‘if you loved me’?”

You stopped in your tracks. So he did know. Could it have been lingering on his mind too? Maybe he thought he had made a mistake texting it to you.

You hesitated to turn around, staring at your pedicured toes before facing him. “Yeah.” Your eyes finally meet his. “You just meant if I loved you as a friend, right?”

He sucked in his lips and nodded. “Mmhm, I saved the day, so of course, you have to love me.”

“As a friend,” you reiterated.

“Yeah, as a friend,” he confirmed.

You’re unsure if you should breathe a sigh of relief or keep poking the bear. But Jungkook was waiting for you and you’d just take him at his word.

--

You card your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. “I was just talking to Yoongi. He was confirming that he’s coming to the wedding.”

“He’s a cool guy. I like him.”

Flashing a small smile, you continued running your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, he really is.”

Jungkook looked up, noticing your forlorn expression. He sat up, draping his arm around you. “Hey, are you okay? Did something happen?”

Your eyes met his before looking away. You purse your lips, then gently chew on your bottom lip. “I think Yoongi had feelings for me.”

Jungkook mouthed an ‘oh’, nodding his head. “Had or has?”

“Had,” you confirmed.

“Did he tell you or are you assuming?”

Of course, you’re assuming because he had been acting super weird since you got back from LA. He’d been avoiding you, hadn’t been chatty about work like he normally was, and just hadn’t been around as much as before. You supposed some of it had to do with Jungkook being back, but that doesn't mean you wanted to cut off being friends with him.

“Assuming,” Jungkook answered for you.

You nod, cowering your head. “I know. I shouldn’t assume anything. I just can’t help but feel like he’s been avoiding me or that he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore.”

Jungkook scooted closer, and pulled you in, resting his chin on your head. “Maybe he feels weird being friends with you because I’m back.”

“Yeah, that could be it. I just hoped we could all be friends.”

He chuckled. “You can’t force him if he doesn’t want to.”

You pulled away, making a face at Jungkook. “I just—never mind. Maybe I’m making all of this up and he isn’t avoiding me, and is just busy.”

“He took the time to call you, right? And he’s coming to the wedding?”

You hummed.

“That seems like a good friend to me.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I made this weird, didn’t I?”

Jungkook shook his head no. “You’re fine, baby. Thanks for telling me what’s on your mind.”

The probability of you fabricating this whole narrative was high. You’re a writer—it was your job to come up with scenarios and story arcs, and you were hoping this was just a plot hole in your little story.

--

You lean your head against Jungkook’s cheek.

“He loves you,” Jungkook says.

You pulled away, looking at him, surprised by his comment.

“I get it,” he notes, his doe eyes staring into yours. “It’s hard not to fall in love with you.”

The fact that these words were coming out of Jungkook’s mouth, only confirmed your suspicions further. “How do you know?”

Jungkook twirls you around, before pulling you back to him. “Because he’s looking at you like how I look at you.”

Your eyes quickly met Yoongi’s over Jungkook’s shoulder before returning your attention to your husband. You sighed, closing your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Why are you apologizing?”

“It’s our wedding and I shouldn’t be thinking about how another man is feeling.”

Jungkook stops dancing and cups your face. “Hey—“ You try to withdraw, but he brings you back to him, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “I’m not upset or jealous. I know you. I trust you. I love you.”

[32flavorsotbbg]

10.23

Lots on my mind tonight. Faith is beating out at work because she can’t micromanage Mariah anymore. She’s losing her marbles lowkey like i feel like I’m watching her implode. She wouldn’t interact with me at all today. But unfortunately I can’t acknowledge the thing if she doesn’t bring up whatever’s bothering her. Cause I’m not about to draw it out of her. I’ve got my own stuff to worry about.

I know that if I pissed her off, that’s not really my problem. I didn’t go to Veronica to be malicious, I did it to give myself some peace of mind in the midst of not only the disorganization at work but eeevvveerryyyything else.

Being ghosted by a married man, my mom going thru literally stage four cancer and it honestly looking lowkey not great just from how feeble she’s gotten over the past few months. Her back feels stiff and just……idk it’s scary.

Just all of it. Life. Staring with whether or not I’m making the right move by moving out again. But it sounds like my parents are kinda financially stressed (long term). So it seems like I should get tf up outta here and kinda let them go thru this with a lil more privacy idk

It looks like ad and Jake saw Raymond last night. They took pics and ad put them on ig. Then when I called her to complain about work she didn’t bring it up at all but like, neither did I. She kinda seemed like she wanted to get off the phone lol maybe she doesn’t wanna talk about it.

Maybe he asked them not to say anything.

Maybe there is nothing to say.

Maybe whatever there is to say would just be even more like, mind boggling and it’s better if I don’t hear it.

Whatever the case, I don’t have fucking space for any of this shit lmao

Life is hard enough without being a single ish parent or your mom dying or your bd being trash or some man being a loser or your friend being mad because they’re hurt probably because your boss crossed you. It’s fucking messy lmao

I gotta dust off my resume dude fr I gotta go on and get. This did the trick for a minute but it’s very clear how fucked this is. I myself am cool off it. Idk how much longer I’ll be there but I do know I need to make moves ouuutttt.

This is going everywhere. That’s what my mind is doing rn I guess. And you know what’s so weird is like, Raymond is probably so deep in the trenches he doesn’t even think about me lol he probably can’t even remember my face on his own lmao a man

God how sad

How fucking sad to feel any type of way over this. It was, as is the case with most men, truly nothing.

But at the same time I do not want to believe that!

But unfortunately I think it was nothing lol which feels embarrassing.

Idk idk. Kinda wanna disappear for a min and come back hot af and then just like, reject everyone lol but not in a Paloma way… in a healed way. Reject as in it will be easier to detect the bullshit. Am I nuts?

Wish I could just leave my body whenever and go see whatever I’m dreaming at any time.

I gotta start trying to remember my dreams.

Good god where have I taken this lol I’m stoned 😛

I gotta figure this shit out nd get it together. Maybe I do need goals. Fuck.

[blondrichclosetwitch]

(Dragon is our last name in Bulgarian)

I understand that you think you are above it

That there’s no law meant for you

Do you think we’re a book?

Thinking of you is another way of dying

I’ll be the last thing you said.

I’m your sister

We only pass this way but once

You were the one that they'd talk about around town as they put you down

(Get out of my house!)

I am the concierge chez-moi, honey

Won't let ya in for love, nor money

This _______ _______ chick just put my spine out of place: wham, bam

So I said "So long" and I waved "Bye-bye"

Cause my head's a dictionary of your broken chairs (12:09/3:09)

“Every finger in the room is pointing at me.”

It's only teenage wasteland.

They're all wasted! First you look so strong then you fade away.

“Bring a Coleman lantern and a radio and watch with me from the shore.”

every night for a thousand more i hear them calling

“Contact, I hijacked the frequencies.”

Lights out! Guerrilla radio! Turn that shit up!

All you pen devils know the trial was vile

Druids

There is a lady all in white

Holds me and sings a lullaby

I don't feel so bad now in the car

Are you scared of the thought?

There's a heavy cost to letting someone else call the shots

Tell us what you've learned

I reached out when I heard you call my name.

But now I’m pointing the finger and maybe then you’ll see the truth

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

I want my bucks for restitution

And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin' to Hell

I wish to God that I had've been healthier mentally

Tessie turns tricks because love left holes

And four swell kids breaking her heart

Oh, sorry, you haven't heard? We are the children of the new world.

The revolution begins and ends with you. If you stopped being so feeble you could have so much more.

I'm such a fool for sacrifice

It's coming down

Can't stand still while the music is playin'

Hey, she got the way to move me

Got myself arrested

communication failed

Wrote a song for truth

When I couldn't even talk to you

Then I heard you scream

I saw a you I didn't want to see

One of many children

Jumping out of my flesh, and I said “Cash in! Cash in now…..Baby”

There's 666 on the kitchen floor

Getting fat on your own fear

Bring that beer over here

I stomp on the floor just to make a sound

Big fish/little fish why you always ragging on the man

We carry the same wound

But have different cures

Your soul filled with mud and bats and curses

Men you could trust will fade like children's drawings

Your boss will fire you

The police will jail you

Your soul will feel so bad, that you know it will not ever quite live again and there'll be nothing you can do

When I'm dressed in white

Send roses to me

Remember that's called a one way street

And you can't get it down without crying

the miracle is having 5 women in love with you at the age of 55

I am bitter sometimes

but the taste has often been

sweet. it's only that I've

feared to say it. it's like

when your woman says,

"tell me you love me," and

you can't.

I will be locked in the arms of a crazy life

justice is everywhere and it's working

But now we can testify

We can make it if you don’t quit on me

[chairhahaha]

canon es looks like a pathetic baby

i love how u end up analysing every piece you see ur so smart

i honestly hate how everyone handled it so childishly like ur telling me that everyone in vivid street watched an obliviously continue to wait for nagi for YEARS not even a few months or weeks it was most of her life???😭😭 i know they wanted to fufil nagi’s final wish but honestly that’s just so wrong. also taiga what the fuck man how r u gonna destroy an’s dreams like that then bring the entire group JUST TO PROVE THAT VBS CANT BEAT RAD WEEKEND ARE YOU DENSE ok ignore that anyways no way the entire town agreed that this was okay?????

ur right though milgram’s treatment is way more inhumane what the hell is wrong with them, as far as i’m aware i think all the wardens introduced (novel and music project) r like high schoolers. DUDE😭😭😭 imagine just being a normal teenagerthen u wake up with no memory of what u were doing before and get told by a talking chromosome that ur surrounded by murderers thats absolutely terrifying

THE STACKS OF PAPER WHAT THE HELL not even the excessive hw i get could get that bad

idk if u read Side S yet but I’ll spoil it under cut bc good god

Es KNOWS that their memory Was wiped and they don’t gaf because

“I want to be a beautiful warden if that’s the case, if memories are impurities for a warden, then they are unnecessary” Like WHAT THE FUCK WHAT HAS MILGRAM DONE TO YOU

milgram wardens r honestly so dehumanised to the point where nothing else but the verdicts they give is important. jackalop is so. ew i like making fun of him but he also seems genuinely frightening in the sense that he’s a higher rank than es so he could. do anything to them. dont even get me started on novel jackalope she can literally strangle the wardens like “do you want to stop breathing too?” SHUT UP PLEASE

I want t3 so badlu but at the same time im so horrified

ANALYSIS READING TIME!

i feel like i could pull up with this and you’d still find a way to analyse it/pos

edit: WHO VOTED ON THE POLL LMFAOOOOO

messy hair es!!!! i only did that so it wouldn’t look too basic but omg!!!!!!! yes es is clutching onto themselves and their heart, idk i js copied the original poseLMAO

the duller clothing has no meaning i just love playing with saturation

ur flower analysis is so good holy shit i was just trying to doodle those rlly basic flowers bc i was NOT drawing all that detail on an’s shitt. abandonment. oh god the prisoners

“if u put a red and white flower together something something someone will die” <- looks at a prisoner

Okay I Actually Lied I Did Want To Put Symbolism (abt the person behind es)

You are correct that is supposed to be past es, i was trynna go for like there’s nothing much to past es’ design because es doesn’t know their past self so. they could be anything . so like the basic ness in the design means that there’s not much u can really say about a past you don’t remember WHAT AM I SAYING

“they died before even becoming a warden” HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTRTT THATS SO SICK I HATE MILGRAM

the pancreas thing is so cool i didnt even know that what

the longer hair was entirely an accident its bc i didnt have a reference of es’ back hair. but of course kani finds a way to analyse it and still make it make sense. ahoge was also unintentional LMFAO es is implied to have a bad past so it makes sense that pre milgram es would be depressed

THE NUMBER OF FLOWERS TOO?? i honestly had no idea numbers had symbolisms i just pasted a bunch of flowers everywhere so the background wouldnt look basic

i DEFO drew them looking like hearts but i tried drawing petals scattered everywhere. the hearts look cute tho

did u know i based the fence off the wall thing in ur engeki es art😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

the fence bar things is supposed to represent milgram bc. the gold things r in milgram. es’ room. and the fact that warden es and past es r separated by that fence implies that milgram is preventing es from uhh knowing their past/true self by putting a fence and hiding the past from them

idk shit about fences so im just gonna go with whatever u said about facing outwards and inwards bc it still makes sm sense😭

oh god the heart being split apart because es was ripped from their childhood and since its a fence they can’t get it back

^ that was NOT intentional i just wanted to say smt

i think i need to get better at symbolisms like i’m literally a milgram fan

THANK TOU SO MUCHHH OH MY GOF DON’T KYS YOU CAN DIE FROM THAT🙏🙏🙏🙏

下剋上

i need to stop drawing them with a baby face all the time😭😭

if u find any symbolisms here it was probably an accident i suck at analysing and all that

An and Es when they have 2 letter names and were raised in an environment that they believed and trusted in only to realise that the truth was being hidden from them (if that makes sense)

who died???? probably their freedom

^ if that makes. sense (I SAID THAT ALREADY)

based off this

if u saw me post this b4 u didnt

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

The Boyz “You watch them jerk off”

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Ask:  It's a kinky one, but how about The Boyz reacting to the reader watching them jerking off/playing with sex toys? 💓💓

A/N: This is.... really dirty. My mind really took over on this one. So this is your warning.

Sangyeon: 

He was loving this, the look on your face, the way your eyes alternated between his face and hand on his cock. He couldn’t help himself but chuckle. “Look at you, you look like an eager puppy.” 

You pouted, you just wanted to touch him so bad. Sangyeon could see that, the eagerness in your eyes as you watched him and well, he was feeling generous. “Come here.” He said, using his free hand to gesture for you to come near. You abided and got closer, not touching him just yet but had a feeling you knew what was coming. After all, you had behaved yourself. 

“You’ve been good, so I’ll let you finish me off.” His voice was serious, watching as your hand carefully trailed up his bare thigh. Your fingers wrapped around his cock gently and you made sure to look at him. Afterall, eye contact was essential to him. 

Jacob: 

Jacob only really did this when he was incredibly needy, otherwise you were there to satsify his needs. Which was why you didn’t think twice when you entered his room, but why you were so surprised to see his cock in his hands. Sweat dripping down his chest, frustrations from practice really having got to him.

“Oh shit.” He cursed, noticing you walk into the room but also not being able to stop his hand from moving. He was just so close, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. “Don’t stop on my account.” You said softly, dropping to your knees in front of him. “Were you that needy?” You asked him, stroking his thighs as he started jerking himself off even harder. Jacon let out a whine, one he himself would consider pathetic, one that you would say was beautiful. 

“Fuck- when you look at me like that- I.” He choked out, throwing his head back as he felt himself cum, splaying over his stomach as he moaned out. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” You smiled, standing up and kissing him on the forehead. You were about to walk away, when he pulled you back. 

“You’re funny if you think I’m done after that.” 

Younghoon: 

It was cute, how unsure he was at this moment. Gently stroking himself as you watched. For Younghoon being so big, he looked so small and shy in this moment it just turned you on more. 

“Come on, don’t get shy on me.” You told him, sitting at the edge of the bed. Younghoon’s eyes locked on yours, only mustering a whimper before he looked away again. Jerking off when he was alone was one thing, but jerking off in front of you... he was so turned on that he was embarrassed of it. He felt pathetic and that made him even closer to cumming. 

“You’re close aren’t you?” You asked, creeping closer to him and drawing your hand from his ankle to up to his thigh. The closer you got to his length, the harsher his whimpers got and the more his hips bucked. “Oh yeah, you definitely are.” His hand slowed down and you ran your pointer finger over the underside of his cock. 

“Please finish me off, I can’t take this.” 

Hyunjae/Jaehyun:

Jaehyun looked at you with hazy eyes, hand lazily stroking his cock as your own hands did a number on yourself. Yes, this is exactly what he wanted when he suggested mutual masturbation. Especially with the way your eyes scanned his body, it made him cocky. 

He continued to stroke his cock, a little faster now and watched as your pace faltered. “Keep up.” He said, voice not giving in once even despite the pleasure he was feeling. You couldn’t help but whimper and shut your eyes, feeling close yourself as your hands worked over your core. “Look at me.” Jaehyun’s voice was commanding and you couldn’t help but listen. 

Your eyes went directly to his hand, wishing it was on you rather than pleasuring himself. He could tell that you needed him, which made this all the more fun for him. Jaehyun leaned over to you, placing his face close to yours. 

“If you’re good and cum with me, I might help you out later.” 

Juyeon: 

He wasn’t particularly shy, especially not about this. Juyeon didn’t even flinch when you entered the room while he had his fist around his cock. No, he more gave you a look that told you to either leave or sit and watch and well, you obviously chose the latter. 

Listening to his moans and watching the veins in his arms get more prominent, you were getting needy yourself. Especially as he locked eyes with you, practically smiling as he did so. You were having a hard time just sitting and watching, fiddling with your hands before dropping down to your knees in front of him. 

“You want to take over? Don’t like watching?” He asked as your hand reached out for his length. You nodded and he sighed, allowing you to take over. Hissing as your hand wrapped around his. He teased you, now you were going to do the same. Or so you thought, until he grabbed your wrist and made you look him the eyes.

“I let you take over, doesn’t mean you can tease.” 

Kevin: 

Kevin was quite insecure when it came to you watching him. It was one thing for you and him to have sex together but another if you just wanted to watch him. But he pushed that aside, because he wanted to please you and well he didn’t regret it. 

“You look so good.” You praised, as he pressed his back to your chest. Your hands were running over chest, shoulders and stroking his face, but not where he needed you. “I bet you’d feel better than I look.” Kevin retorted, hoping his taunts would get you to touch him instead. You laughed a little watching as he picked up the pace. 

“Hmm, nice try.” You said softly in his ear, dragging your nails over his chest lightly as you did so. Getting a moan in response as watched his hand pump even harder. Why this was so hot to him, he had no idea.

“You’re evil.” 

New/Chanhee: 

 Chanhee thrived off of attention like this, there was just something about being the center of attention and well, he knew he looked good. Especially with the way your eyes followed his hands every move. 

He looked so incredibly good but sounded even better, God you could watch him touching himself forever. But you wanted to touch him so bad, you couldn’t help but reach out for his cock. Only for him to pull away and tut at you. 

“I told you not to touch.” Chanhee said and sat back down. You just wanted to make him cum, you just wanted to hear his pretty sounds and you wanted to be the reason for them. “Please.” You pleaded and he shook his head, stroking his cock slowly, teasingly. 

“If you would’ve asked first... maybe. But now, no.” 

Q/Changmin: 

In this moment you were wondering why you had agreed, letting him tie you up so that you wouldn’t be tempted to touch. Yet here you were, still tempted to touch as your fingers fidgeted behind your back and well Changmin could tell. He could tell and he was enjoying it.

“You don’t like just watching, not being able to touch me huh?” His words were strained, jerking himself off quickly as you sat in front of him. You shook your head in response and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m enjoying this though, you look so needy.” He said between moans, knowing just what effect he had on you right now. 

“I’m so close to cumming.” Changmin said and watched you squirm at his words. You just wanted to touch him so bad, you wanted him to touch you so bad. You felt like you were losing and he was just so amused. 

“Watching you like this just turns me on more. It’s fun to see you struggle like this.” 

Haknyeon: 

He was trying to get caught, it was something he was into that you still needed to discover and boy did you discover it. Seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed jerking himself off, simply nodding a head in your direction with a smile. It caught you off guard but you, adjusted quickly and sat next to him on the bed. 

His hand didn’t slow down as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “You wanted me to watch didn’t you?” You asked, running your hands over his stomach and listening to him his. You kissed over his shoulders too, moving your lips up and by his ear to kiss his sweet spot. “Mhmm.” He responded to your question, finger tips swiping over his slit and making himself moan. 

“Hmm, maybe you should make yourself cum then, if you wanted to get caught so badly.” You mumbled into his neck, watching his pace pick up and hearing his sounds get louder. God, this was so hot and the fact that he liked being watched like this. 

“I’m so fucking close.” 

Sunwoo: 

When you told him you wanted to watch him, he felt himself get shy. But he would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t like the thought. Especially because Sunwoo loved your eyes so much. Particularly now, that you were on your knees in front of him and looking at him like that. 

He was so hard and turned on he was almost angry, stroking his cock and letting out grunts as he did so. You dragged your tongue over your lips and blinked at him again, eyes locking with his making his hips buck. “You knew what you were doing when you asked this.” He moaned, leaning down to kiss you quickly and not taking his hand off of his cock. 

You watched his hand and licked your lips again, the action not being unnoticed by Sunwoo. He was trained on your facial expressions as you watched him and the fact that you were so turned on watching him, made the tension is stomach get even more intense. 

“Fuck, you like  to watch as much as you like to swallow. Open your mouth.” 

Eric: 

He didn’t understand, he would much rather have you touch him or just have sex with you in general. Eric didn’t understand the appeal, but he tried it because you asked. He didn’t understand the appeal, until he was close to cumming and feeling your hands everywhere except where he wanted you. 

“I thought you said you didn’t like this.” You teased as he whimpered under your touch, his hand not letting up on his pace. He wanted to cum really bad. “I don’t. But this feels so good.” He whined and you allowed your hands to move over his thighs. You dug your nails into them lightly, enough for him to feel it and hiss. 

That was the straw, the thing that made him cum. Eric’s thighs started shaking and cum coated his stomach and thighs as he whimpered.His eyes shutting and you smiled, petting his hair. He was having a hard time opening his eyes after that, but he managed and looked at you with hooded eyes. 

“I- hated that. But fuck, we should do that again. Maybe I watch you this time.” 

A/N: This absolute pure filth like absolute filth. I haven’t written something like this in a long time. @kpoporacle I hope you like it!

[2-cute-4-school]

𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

Mark Lee

so we all know mark is a quite expressive person with his emotions

and come on when playing video games we all rage and throw fits so emotions are running especially high ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

what i’m trying to say is that mark is yelling, banging fists against his desk, laughing his ass off and pissing you off

i mean mark’s laugh is very cute and ENTIRE BLESSING TO HEAR but ♡ sleep ♡ is also precious 

but mark can’t hear your exaggerated sighs nor see your ever-lasting pout

so you lift your tired self from the bed and plop down on his lap

mark : “hUH??¿¿ B-BABE?!¿¿” （＊〇□〇）……！

haechan, audible through the headphones: mark, not in front of the boys, you wild beast (๑⁍᷄౪⁍᷅๑)

mark opens his mouth to shout in protest but you bury your head in his shoulder and let out a soft whine and mark.just.COMBUSTS!!!

he grumbles something about how haechan is due for a good beating and nuzzles the side of his face against the top of your head  ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

whenever he has a break and doesn’t need both hands to play, he brings one arm around you, cuddling you closer to himself and running his hand along the length of your spine

or just LAYS HIS HAND ON YOUR THIGH askfafwsr- ya know (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

doesn’t have the heart to break the atmsophere even after he shuts down his computer and just cocoons you in his warm arms and hums a song softly as you doze off intertwined together UwU

Huang Renjun

you’re just trying to be cute and create a romantic enviroment as you cuddle up to your boyfriend who is immersed in his game

“y/n?” his voice is soft, almost a hush and it could almost lull you to sleep

“yeah?” ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

“i can’t see because of your head”

FIRST HIT HOME but you didn’t give up of course, just flattened your cheek against his shoulder to accomodate his complaint 

just as you settle downs drowsily, glued to his frint, he covers his mic to grumble to you again  ಠ╭╮ಠ

“it’s getting hot” 

SECOND HIT HOME and you’re starting to get discouraged as you scoot a little further away from his body and loosen the grip of your hands around his neck (๑′°︿°๑)

but of course ever grumpy renjun still had complaints karen who

“my legs are falling asleep” 

*SIGH* “eye roll* *definetely not pouting* you start pulling yourself away from him and trudge defeatedly and bury yourself under a ton of blankets

but he just chickles, has the AUDACITY to chuckle, and brings you back on his lap, squeezing the life out of you  (≧д≦ヾ)

“i was just kidding babe don’t leave me!!” says renjun as he sways you kinda violently may i add from side to side and rubs his cheek against yours cuz he’s a kitty and adorable confirmed  ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

rough love you have other there as you can see

Lee Jeno

jeno is GENTLE GIANT （ﾉ｡≧◇≦）ﾉ

gentle loving giant in this case actually so even better

so we all know how the dreamies exposed this boy TWICE for playing video games 25/8 and he got scolded by his mum lol so i’m thinking

you’re trying to get him to go to sleep or at least rest his eyes he’s already blind enough i WONDER WHY damn

all this started when you settled in front of his computer to block his view

and as he argued with you he decided enough is enough and pulled you into his lap, traping you against his chest (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

“jeno it’s 3 am!!” :<

“ just one more round baby” of video games ya nasties...no? only me?ok

he tries to give you a *smooch* but you move your face away and refuse to turn around and let him kiss you

and that’s where jeno draws the line (; ･`д･´)​

kithes are something that can’t berefused between you two, an unspoken rule you apparenly weren’t aware of

so with a ‘eep!!!’ from you, he simly stands up from his seat with you latched onto him like a koala like (＾ω＾ ≡ °д°)

“jeno put me down!!!11!!1! NOW!!” 

“kiss first” (.◜ ᵕ ◝.)  

“are you nuts??!!!?” *exaggerated smooch* “now put me down!!”

needless to say he’s not letting go anytime soon, he just plops into bed and you cuddle until you fall asleep you’ve been scammed

Lee Donghyuck

haechan is a very VERY petty brat person ಠ_ಠ

so guess what... fights with him are a national competition of petty acts

and you know what his ultimate move in your most recent fight is? *drum rolls* turning off the central heating really original hyuck i applaud you

and this kid knows exactly what he’s doing when he sits down in his gaming chair with a shit-eating grin  (ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)

he hears you stumble around the house in your dora the explorer exploration in the search of a blanket

but guess what? they’re all under his flat cake  ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

so when you bardge in the room and find him hogging all the warmth you hope to intimidate him with your  ✨ highly horrific glare ✨

but he pretends to be too busy to notice you so you just defeatedly settle on his lap and under the blankets

“well well well look who’s crawling back with their tail between their legs”

“i might just cut off your front microscopic tail” (눈_눈)

but i just know he’s gonna cuddle you until you sweat your ass off under that mountain of blankets

and even when he can’t hold you, he’ll press his lips against your forehead, lingering there as his warm breath fanned across your skin

he also made a deal with you to which you didn’t necessarily agree with but that’s a minor detail am i rite

if he wins the round he gets a kiss as a reward (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

if he loses, he gets 2 kisses as a consolation (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)و ̑̑

you’re getting suspicious of his 4 consecutive losses

Na Jaemin

he’s a fluff ball we all know it, we all love it

he’d DIG THAT KIND OF SHIT  ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و

and he babies you to the end of earth

99.8% chance that he’s gonna stop playing just to cradle you against his chest properly because YOU’RE. HIS. BABY!!! periodt.

cue yelling from his teammates for abadoning them in the middle of the game but that’s inevitable

“na jaemin you SIMP!!!!” 

but jaemin is too busy making puppy eyes at you (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。

he’d kiss you everywhere he could reach and then scoop your hands in his and bring them to his lips for another shower of kithes  (*'､^*)chu

and if you kiss him back??  

this man will literally COMUST with uwus istg

like just imagine you brush your lips against his neck and then you gently nuzzle against him??

jaemin would melt in your embrace ♡(｡- ω -)

even if he did eventually go back to playing, he’d press kises anywhere in reach periodically cuz he’s soft like that

would also LOVE feeling your breath fan his neck he gets a unique feeling of comfort knowing that he has you so close to him  (๑˃ᴗ˂)

“even if you were the impostor i’d still vote myself out for you”

the romanticism of this decade 

Zhong Chenle

this boi is ruthless when playing video games

god frobid you’re in his way cuz you’re getting SQUASHED (｢⊙Д⊙)｢

 he obvioulsy LOVES winning

but ya know what he loves more than winning???

𝓨𝓞𝓤  ♡(㋭ ਊ ㋲)♡

so chenle is all (｡+･`ω･´)

“you waste of space move along!!!!”  “shoot that gun straight dammit or i’ll shove it up yo- oh hey baby°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°“

the moment you plop down on his lap and curl yourself up with your head tucked under his chin, his blazing eyes soften so cutely

and so raging kid chenle turns into best babyboi chenle (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

he M E L T S like he just leans into your touch and continues gaming  A LOT more silently and just smiles absent-mindedly the entire time

“yo chenle you dead????” most likely jisung on the other side of the headphones

“no?” ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

“... guys he’s plotting something, reatreat!! i repeat, RETREAT!!!”

“what?? no, what do you mean by that !??!!!”

you stir as his voice rises in volume and chenle immediately settles down again and shushes you while patting your heah and threading his fingers through your hair carefully (*-ω-)

goes straight for jisung after that teammate or not rip jisung you’ll be missed but also bad choice to annoy a soft-for-only-my-baby chenle

Park Jisung

a bit flustered but just couldn’t refuse you when you cutely asked him with wide puppy eyes if you could sit in his lap to watch him play

probably short circuited for a good 2 minutes before he could produce and intelligible answer (ง ´͈౪`͈)ว

and that’s how you found yourself perched on his lap, facing the screen with curious eyes as jisung struggled as if his LIFE depended on it

“how do you jump?” (,Ծ_Ծ,)

“you can’t jump”

“what do you mean you can’t jump?? gravity doesn’t work like that” Σ(･ิ¬･ิ)

you’re like 2 newborn babies running wild and unsupervised

“jisung, that character looks like you when you’re constipated” (๑꒪▿꒪)*

cue cackling from the devil spawns on the other side

he’s gonna keep in mind this betrayal UNTIL THE END OF TIME beware

if you catch sight of one of his hands not working away i bet my allowance you’ll have this uncontrollable urge to hold it in yours DO IT I NEED MY ALLOWANCE DON’T BE SHY

of course he’ll automatically intertwine your fingers together and bring them up for a chaste kiss  ～(^з^)-♡

and i know for sure that he won’t have the heart to let go of it even when he needs it to play sigh jisung you SIMP

he’s gonna get scolded and teased by the other later but ya know

at least he ain’t no touch starved coward ¯\(°_o)/¯

he gets grounded for that by jaemin

[lavendertwilight89]

InuKag Week 2022--Day 5: Parenting/ Moroha

Day 5!!! We are just going here on @inukag-week​

Rated T for language

READ HERE ON AO3

Moroha splashed the water around her, giggling and screaming in an almost deafening screech of joy from her fun in the hot spring. How it didn’t bother her sensitive dog ears, Inuyasha had no idea.

“Do you like that Moroha?” Kagome laughed, holding their six month old baby under her arms to keep her shoulders up above the water, while she was turning her face away to try and shield herself from the flying water their daughter was flinging everywhere. 

“Dadadadadadada!!” Moroha babbled, leaning forward away from Kagome as if she was about to just jump out of her mother’s hold, straight into the steaming water.

“No, it’s ‘Mama,’” Inuyasha tried to correct, offering his fingers for Moroha to take, which she did with a loud piercing squeal of excitement, trying to pull herself closer to him, away from Kagome.

“Dadadadadada!!!” Moroha said again in full giggles.

“It’s easier for her to say ‘Dada’ first,” Kagome explained, her face soft, loving, and beautiful. The way she looked at their daughter–the way she looked at him with her sparkling gray eyes made his heart race. 

Never before Kagome had entered his life, had he thought he would not only be accepted, but that acceptance included a family. Friends. A home. A village that actually enjoyed him being around–a village that actually blessed his marriage to a miko, and then brought gifts to celebrate the birth of their daughter.

It was a strange feeling–a strange life in comparison to what he had been living…

A dream really.

Sometimes he wondered if he had ever woken up from when Kikyo shot him.

Or if he died on Kagome’s lap the first night he shared his secret with her.

Or if he died from heartbreak from their separation.

But then moments like these, moments alone with his wife–Inuyasha knew he could imagine shit, but damn. Even on their worst days, he could never have imagined being as happy as he was with Kagome and their beautiful shihanyou baby girl. 

“You sure she don’t just like me better?” Inuyasha teased, taking Moroha from her, his initial smirk on his face spreading into a face splitting grin as their daughter cooed and kept up her jabbering as if she was telling him all about her long day of sleeping, eating, napping, and then eating some more.

“Mmmm, could be that too,” Kagome hummed, completely unaffected by his teasing as she moved to lean her head against his shoulder.

“I was just kiddin’, Kagome,” Inuyasha said gently, trying to comfort her even though he noticed she wasn’t phased in the slightest, but bringing their baby girl against his chest, splaying her hand against her belly to hold her up as she continued to play, he brought his other arm around his wife to have her in his embrace as well.

“Oh, I know,” Kagome replied, lifting her head so he could see the mischief in her eyes. “Unless your breasts make milk, I’m pretty sure we know exactly who her favorite person is at meal time.”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, but leaned down to kiss his mate sweetly, earning him a very approving hum. “I’ll let you keep that skill.”

“Figures,” Kagome huffed, a smile still etched on her face as she turned her attention back to Moroha. “Should we wash your hair, baby?”

“Dadadadadada!!!” Moroha squealed happily, making Kagome laugh at her antics as she began to rinse her hair with water, cupping her hands to draw water into them and then dropping it over Moroha’s head. Their baby girl yipped and howled in laughter, shaking her hair and her fluffy ears to get some of the water off, and then began to pull to get into her mother’s hold again.

“Well, hold on now!” Inuyasha warned, trying to keep her still so Kagome could wash her up with the soaps and oils she’d made. “After she’s done, kiddo! Hold still,” Inuyasha pleaded as she chuckled from their wild child's struggles to claw her way back to Kagome. His wife wasn’t phased in the least, and kept washing her as if she could predict exactly where their daughter would flail her arms next.

After returning to the past, Kagome had really taken to studying with Kaede and Sango more about this world and finding her place within it,

Although, Inuyasha made it clear her place was by his side, just like his was by her.

It didn’t take them long to be married, but they’d waited a while before talking about kids. Inuyasha felt a little selfish, just wanting Kagome all to himself, soaking in her presence again after she had been ripped away from him for years… But his wonderful wife and mate wanted to wait, as well. 

Even after they did decide to try, Inuyasha found he was a little nervous about being a father–he was such a dick to Shippo, it was Kagome’s natural mothering skills that made up for his shittiness. Shippo didn’t really hold it against him as he had just joined a make-shift-forced-family when everyone was suffering with the hands they had been dealt. 

Kagome had reassured him every step of the way, comforting him about Shippo and making him realize he did well and that Shippo loved them as a son would his parents. And when they finally succeeded in trying, a baby finally growing in her body, Kagome talked him through her pregnancy, even when he was a nervous goddamn wreck. Shippo was also oddly very supportive, excited for the new pup to spoil and pass down some of his he’d gotten from Kagome, and someone to play with who hopefully wouldn’t pull on his tail.

The birth of their daughter was probably the worst out of everything; typically men weren’t present during that time, but he demanded to be, and thankfully, his wife was alright and more than happy with his presence, pleading him to be there for her even with Kaede’s disagreements. There was just so much blood, and Kagome had been so strong, but he could smell her pain and she was just so weak after.

But the happiness that radiated from his wife, and the wonder that filled him, the love that was instantaneous the moment his infant daughter was placed in his arms–the perfect blend of him and his wife–black hair like her mother, black dog ears, amber eyes like him, and then youki and reiki from the both of them. Her name came so naturally–Moroha. Double-edged. 

Inuyasha had vowed he would be there every step of the way for Kagome and Moroha: in the middle of the night when she cried and needed comfort, in the day when Kagome needed a moment to herself, during the evening so Kagome could cook dinner if she wanted a break, or even just emotional and physical support when she breast-fed their daughter, letting her lean back on him as he held them close and savored the moment as a family. 

“Come here, Moroha,” Kagome cooed, holding her hands out for their freshly cleaned and lathered baby. Inuyasha let her go once Kagome had their girl in her grasp and Moroha giggled, making Kagome laugh as well, her gray eyes sparkling with joy looking at their baby girl. “You love baths, don’t you?”

“Just like her mother,” Inuyasha chuckled, sinking down into the water a little further, keeping his arm draped around his girls, bringing them closer to him.

“I think you like baths more now that we bathe together.”

“Fuck yeah I do, I get to see my mate naked and dripping wet with water,” Inuyasha joked and half-expected a slap from Kagome but she merely sighed happily and rubbed her head against his chest as Moroha continued to splash in the water.

“I have to admit, visiting hot springs after we got married definitely got better. I actually already thought that was the best treat the Feudal era had to offer, but you proved me wrong, husband.” Her words lingered and he wanted to steal another taste of her lips, but Moroha’s incessant babbling made her turn her head downward to see what their daughter was trying to say and sighed, realizing it was dinner time and that it was time to go. “One day you’ll let us enjoy this a little longer–you’ll appreciate the water for allllllll that it is, right, Moroha?”

“Come on, let’s get you girls home,” Inuyasha said, lifting them from the water and then taking Moroha so Kagome could dress. Once she was clothed, she took Moroha and dressed her as Inuyasha threw on his hakama and kosode, leaving his haori off and draping it over his wife to cover her and their daughter, shielding them from the chill the evening brought. The hanyou lifted his family in his arms and carried them home, walking in a slower pace initially, letting Kagome feed their baby girl. Moroha finished her hunger off quickly, and then began to murmur tiredly. Inuyasha moved quicker, so he and Kagome could lay their daughter down and snuggle her to sleep and let sleep take them as well, so when Moroha woke in the middle of the night, Inuyasha could take the first watch and feed her with the soft foods she was starting to try, and then Kagome could take the second and let her feed from her breast.

Parenting was hard, tiring, but shit, it was the best fucking adventure Inuyasha had ever taken, and it was even fucking better with Kagome by his side, supporting him and their baby girl every step and misstep along the way.

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

someone worth loving | yandere!sakurai ryō x reader

for anon who asked "I missed your Yandere Event 😭😭😭 Does this mean I have to wait for almost a entire year again for Sakurai headcanons content? 👉👈". you'll have to wait another year for hcs but you get the below shit for free :D

(sakurai yandere hcs from the yandere event 2020 here)

cw: a touch of 18+ insinuated; hints of sh + su//ide; mild violence + abuse tactics. when i say yandere, i mean yandere.

Sakurai wants you to kiss him. He wants you to caress his cheeks with those warm fingers of yours, and bring your lips towards his, and murmur into them that you love him. Always will, always have. Sakurai wants to wake up to you covering his face in kisses. He wants to teasingly push you away - “I’m so tired” - but both of you know its just a joke. He could never resist you. And he doesn’t. Wrapping his arms around your neck. Unable to let you go.

Sakurai wants you to touch him. Everywhere, always. He wants your fingers to trace the parts of himself he hates and the parts of himself he loves, to admire his physique, to ghost over the scar he got age 4 on his hip. The feeling of his breath hitching in his throat, overwhelmed by the fact that he is yours and you are his, and that he could be worth anything at all to someone so beautiful, so intelligent, so ethereal. He wants to whine as your hands slip lower, behind his shorts. Your nails lightly scratch small circles into his skin. His hips buck. You hold his face again, and look right into his eyes, and ask him rhetorically how you could ever leave your most favourite boy? Sakurai wants to moan your name again and again until he’s breathless and in tears. He wants to be smothered in your skin. He wants forget that anything exists in the world that isn’t you.

Sakurai wants dates: drawing you in the park, with daisy chains on your head like a crown; sharing the same ice-cream cone and licking the remains off your lips; hand-holding for hours.

Sakurai wants a life for the two of you together. He wants to make you breakfast before you leave for work, to wash the shampoo out of your hair after a long day’s work, and for you to rest your hand on his thigh when you watch TV together.

Sakurai, desperately, just wants to hear the words “honey, I’m home.”

And Sakurai wants to kiss you. He wants to grab you by the collar and bite down onto your neck till it bleeds, to bruise that skin he loves so much, because you keep looking at other fucking guys. Worse: other guys keep fucking looking at you. He wants to be strong for you. To be the strong man, lone wolf, bad guy that everyone loves. To throw you against a table and make you properly beg for forgiveness, forehead touching the ground, crying into the carpet.

Because he knows that that’s why you keep looking away. You don’t want him. You want a man who’s powerful. A real man. And he tells you as much, but you just sigh, smile, and shake your head.

“Don’t be silly, Ryō. As if I’d ever want anyone but you.”

One day he’ll lose his temper with you. All he does with you is apologise - sorry, I touched your hip; sorry, I forgot to return your hoodie; sorry, I messed up, you must hate me now. Please forgive me. I’ll die without you - but you never do the same. Would it be so difficult to, just once, acknowledge that his feelings aren’t delusional paranoia, but, rather, are the product of your behaviour? You keep calling him your best friend, while you spend your evenings sucking off other men.

You’ve been there since day one for me, Ryō. You’re all I need in this world. You and me - dream team.

He knows he deserves better than this. It’s gone on too long. He can’t even pretend anymore that you feel the same as he does, not when you can cast that smile of yours at any man who looks your way. But it’s also too late for him. Unlike you, Sakurai is loyal. He won’t be able to think of another for the rest of his days (till the day comes that you finally push him too hard, and he grabs a knife, points it towards you and then towards himself. Takes you hell with him). He could never look at anyone who isn’t you. Certainly, never smile at anyone.

He’s so good to you. He always walks you home, always tells you how beautiful you look today, how sweet you smell. And he’s never dissuaded by your half-hearted attempts to tell him “Sakurai, stop it, you act like we’re dating” - those stupid little jokes of yours, because it wouldn’t really bother you if you cared about him as much as you say you do. But he accepts your jokes for the sake of the prettiness of your tense smile afterwards. In the same way that he accepts all your flaws.

That’s what worshipping someone is about. Accepting their flaws.

And Sakurai - Sakurai who has long forgotten the time he wrapped his hands around your throat and threatened to kill you, or the time you caught him bleeding out in the bath and he told you that you’d left him no other choice - Sakurai worships you.

He will do what it takes to make sure you remain someone worth worshipping.

a/n: it should go without saying, but sakurai's absolutely delusional in this one. (i kinda ran with an idea of insecure dude + the immense stress of obsessing over someone who doesn't want to be obsessed over = clutch personality x 100, and many bad vibes.)

anyway, this behaviour - yandere behaviour in general - is dodgy and shouldn't be recreated in real life. nor should the equally dodgy ideology, that people only fall for abusive guys, be recreated. stay safe y'all