#I’m just a massive simp don’t mind me

[chimkin-samich]

HI MOD SLY HERE WERE U THE ONE WHO ASKED HOW TALL SHE WAS FOR THIS DJFJFKSJCJC

I love it I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭 Sun and Moons simping, your yeeting them out of the way for her 💀 ITS FANTASTIC I’m eating all of this, the art the idea the everything, thank you for feeding us ✨✨

(Ps u gotta fight me for Tari tho /lh/jk)

I made fanart of @chimkin-samich characters, I'm obsessed with the way they draw, and their character Tari, originally I only looked at their art for Sun and Moon but their OC making me feel like

[hazbinwhoree]

Could you do Adam x reader headcanons and how he is around his band?

Love your writing btw, makes me happy everytime I see you post :DDD

Adam x Reader Headcanons

SFW

Adam does his absolute best to be a good boyfriend

His biggest fear is losing you like he lost Lilith and Eve

Can’t stand the idea of being alone again

Possessive, he loves showing you off and letting people know who you belong to

He does this mostly through hickeys and PDA

Touchy as fuck

This man is so touch starved, he’s on you every minute he can be

Holding hands, an arm around your waist, an elbow mockingly resting on top of your head (he’s massive), doesn’t matter

As long as you’re touching in some way

He’s the big spoon but he does like to lay on you and have you hold him from time to time

His bandmates constantly tease him about you

Cause he’s such a simp for you

Sometimes, his drummer will flirt with you to piss him off and it always leads to Adam dragging you off somewhere to have angry sex

Dedicates songs to you on stage during their shows

Completely ignores his groupies after every show, heading straight to you

His band and most people in general actually really like you two together

Adam is much more tolerable when he’s around you

His groupies don’t like you, but the rest of the band is grateful they have more of a chance to get some now

Whenever Sera needs to put Adam in line, she threatens to tell you about his behavior

That always checks him immediately

He said “I love you” first

Heavy attachment issues, you’re almost always together

NSFW

So vulgar during sex

Loves to talk during it (a yapper both in every day life and in sex)

Is good at dirty talk though so you don’t mind

Your favorite, however, is when he talks you through it and praises you

Gives the best head

Like seriously, I’m talking legs shaking, unable to walk afterwards kind of good

He has long fingers and a long tongue which always works in your favor

Refuses to sub, has to have complete control in the bedroom

With hookups, he always focused on his own pleasure, but with you, he’s a giver

Makes sure you cum first 90% of the time

His favorite position is missionary so he can look at you

Eye contact goes crazy

He loves making you maintain eye contact while he fucks you

It’s intimate for him

He’s 50/50 when it comes to pace

Sometimes he likes to be rough and fast

Other times he likes to be slow and intimate, makes love

Always cums inside of you

Like, always

You can’t think of a time he didn’t

Tits over ass, another reason he likes missionary

He also likes when you ride him sitting up

Fucks you standing up a lot, holding you, just to show off your size difference

Sex drive through the roof, you have sex at least once a day

Keeps a folder of naughty pictures of you to jerk off to on the rare occasions he doesn’t have access to you

Will still have sex with you even if you’re on your period

He’s that guy

Fucks with his mask on as often as he fucks with it off

When he wears his mask he loves when you hold onto the horns, and when he doesn’t wear the mask he loves when you tangle your fingers in his hair

Loves when you leave scratch marks on his back

He leaves hickeys, you leave scratch marks

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Poorly Explains: Epic The musical

Troy saga

Odysseus: We are going to reverse piñata these bitches. Then I’m going home to my wife and son.

(Proceeds to kick ass)

Odysseus: (gets a vision) What in Hades was that?

Zeus: need you to stab something.

Odysseus: Cool

(Breaks into a nursery)

Odysseus: You want me to kill this baby?!

Zeus: Yep! He will grow up and kill your family if you don’t. Good luck with your mental health after this.

Odysseus: (sings about being a guy before dropping the baby out the window)

Odysseus: I may have some PTSD

Eurylochus: I’m going to be a Massive pain later btw, I’m hungry.

Odysseus: Stealth mission on the island. Polites you’re with me.

Polites: I’m just covered in death flags.

(Later)

Polites: you should be more receptive

Odysseus: Maybe you’re right… but not with these guys.

(Athena appears)

Athena: Bitch did I just catch you feeling things again? You’re a warrior of the mind.

Odysseus: Yes I remember the flashback.

(Go to cave to get food)

Cyclops Saga

Polyphemus: why you invading my cave and killing my sheep?!

Odysseus: S*** man. Our bad. The name is nobody. Have some wine as an apology.

Polyphemus:(chugs it) Thanks… now I kill you.

(Polyphemus proceeds to go clubbing)

Polites: Oh no my death flags… (gets killed)

Eurylochus: So we killing that cyclops?

Odysseus: No… we are blinding him, stealing his sheep and then I’m doxxing myself.

Athena: What the f***?! I am leaving. You are too emotional.

Odysseus: This is why you have no friends!

Athena:… F*** you… you man! (Leaves)

(A storm approaches)

Storm Saga

Odysseus: probably unrelated to the cyclops but oh look! Sky islands!

Eurylochus: Captain… I think maybe we should NOT mess with the gods anymore.

Odysseus: Eurylochus, I get your concern… but don’t undermine me again.

Aeolus: Yo, I put the storm in this bag. You should be good. Just don’t have anyone open it.

Odysseus: No worries. I completely trust my crew and they wouldn’t be mutinous enough to disobey my order

(The crew proceeds to prove him wrong)

Poseidon: Oh look, it’s Odysseus of Ithaca. The guy who blinded my son.

Odysseus:… F***! The storm was related.

Poseidon: Killing your fleet.

Odysseus: Because I DIDNT kill your son?

Poseidon: Yep! Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

(Wipes out fleet)

Odysseus: Seriously? What the f***!?

Poseidon: Your turn now

Odysseus: Lol nope! (Opens wind bag to release rest of the storm.

(Lands on Circe’s island)

Circe Saga

Eurylochus: Captain… I need to tell you

Odysseus: Eury… not now. Go scout or something.

(Eurylochus leaves then comes back)

Eurylochus: Men are pigs.

Odysseus: That’s a rude thing to say sure they have some crass

Eurylochus: No. A witch turned them into pigs.

Odysseus: oh… well damn.

Hermes: Hey Odysseus, want to fight Circe?

Odysseus: Ballin.

(Proceeds to go fight Circe, nearly wins)

Circe: How about I let you tap this ass (secretly holding knife)

Odysseus: Look, you are hot. But I have a wife who I’m an unapologetic simp for.

Circe: Damn, I can’t kill you. But I will send you to the underworld.

Odysseus: Wait… isn’t that the same thing?

(So Odysseus and his crew are restored and sent to the underworld.)

Underworld Saga

Odysseus: Sure is Undertale Genocide route up in here.

Polites: Catch phrase.

Anticlea: Dying… Odysseus I’m your mother and I died waiting.

Odysseus: I am going to need so much therapy later.

Tiresias: Vague Spoilers! Also your wife with a man who is a total monster

Odysseus: WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tiresias: Good luck bitch. (Leaves)

Odysseus: Maybe I need to be a monster

(They leave the underworld)

Thunder saga

Syren: Odysseus, it’s me your wife. You should jump in the water

Odysseus: But Penelope… I’m just a sexy little baby.

Syren: please?

Odysseus: Okay, but only if you tell me how to get to Ithaca by avoiding Poseidon.

Syren: (gives directions) now jump in

Odysseus: (goes from UwU to 🔪🔪🔪)

Odysseus: BTW we captured your friends.

Syren: WTF

Odysseus: Sashimi time

(Slaughters them)

Odysseus: To the lair of Scylla

Eurylochus: Hey Captain… I need to tell you something…

Odysseus: Eurylochus have the crew light up 6 torches

Eurylochus: I opened the wind bag!

Odysseus: … Make sure you’re holding one of the torches.

Scylla: Oh boy free eats.

(Eats 6 people)

Eurylochus: Did you just sacrifice 6 of our friends?!

Odysseus: You are litterally the LAST person who gets to judge.

(Mutiny occurs)

Eurylochus: I’m hungry. Oh look cows.

Odysseus: You idiot don’t touch the cows. They are the sun god’s!

(The cow was killed)

Zeus: So I heard you like killing cattle. Great news I love flexing on mortals.

Odysseus: Damn it Eurylochus…

Zeus: Alright Odysseus, you get to choose. You or your crew.

Odysseus: Me. I miss my wife.

Eurylochus: Seriously?

Odysseus: You Litterally caused a mutiny a few hours ago. You guys ain’t s***

Zeus: Welp. Time to Bolt

(Kills everyone but Odysseus)

Wisdom Saga

(8 year time skip)

Telemachus: Yo what up everyone. I’m the lovable son of Odysseus. He’s been missing for a while and now we got an infestation of Simps.

Antinous: You brat, where’s your hot mom?

Telemachus: Stop objectifying my mom.

Antinous: What you gonna do about it champ?

(Proceeds to get in a fist fight)

Telemachus: I could really use some help?

Athena: Did somebody need help?

Telemachus: A Friend?!

Athena: Uppercut that bitch.

(Telemachus proceeds to lose but did put up a decent fight)

Telemachus: You are my best friend now.

Athena: I would bury myself for you.

Telemachus: So you mentioned another friend of yours. You should go help him too.

Athena: Yea… I should. I wonder what he’s been up to

(Sees everything he’s been up to including getting captured by calypso)

Calypso: I’m a hot goddess. How are you not begging me to bone?

Odysseus: I miss my wife.

(Is borderline suicidal)

Athena: Crap… it’s worse than I thought.

Zeus: Wait… you want us to intervene on behalf of a mortal? We are gods. We don’t do that

Athena: That is Litterally ALL you do. And usually disguised as animals so you can…

Zeus: (changing subject) Okay okay! Let’s make it a game. Convince these gods to release him and me. Then I’ll release him.

Apollo: He killed the Syrens. I liked their songs.

Athena: They started it, and now the other Syrens will be more careful

Apollo: Fair point. Release him.

Hephaestus: He sacrificed his crew.

Athena: They betrayed him first, and if he is freed he will Rebuild his life.

Hephaestus: Okay fair, Release him.

Aphrodite: His mother died waiting for him.

Athena: The War was your f***ing fault!

Ares: Nice try. (Buts in)

Athena: Ares you cheapshotting bastard.

Area: He mocked the cyclops but didn’t kill him, used cowardly tactics. He’s pathetic and weak like his son!

Athena: (rage mode activated) HOLD YOUR TONGUE! Don’t insult my boy!

(Kicks ares ass)

Athena: Odysseus will slaughter all the suitors, and tell your whore of a girlfriend broken hearts can mend.

Ares and Aphrodite: Release him.

Hera: Give me one good reason.

Athena: He’s never cheated in his wife.

Hera: (glares at Zeus) Release him immediately.

Athena: I won your game.

Zeus: Ah but you forget… I’m a petty bitch! (Strikes her with lightning)

Athena: (badly hurt) Please… release him.

(And it’s implied he did)

Vengence Saga

Calypso: I’m not sorry for loving you.

Odysseus: You kept me here against my will for 8 years. Whatever emotions I feel towards you are Stockholm syndrome at best. Later.

(Hermes appears)

Hermes: Ready for one last ride?

Odysseus: Bring it!

(Proceeds to have a dance number with Hermes and get passed Charybdis)

Odysseus: I’m finally home.

Poseidon: Bitch you thought.

Odysseus: No, I am not dealing with this today.

Poseidon: Get in the water!

Odysseus: 600 Strike!

(Cue anime fight)

Poseidon: You may have won by some miracle… but now that storm blocks your way home. Sucks to be you.

Odysseus: No… sucks to be you.

(Odysseus proceeds to penetrate Poseidon with his trident until the god begs for mercy)

Poseidon: How will you sleep at night.

Odysseus: Next to my wife. On a mattress from Mattressfirm! Save 100 dollars on your next purchase with the code f***youposeidon.

(Now at Ithaca)

Ithaca saga

Penelope: Welp, I’ve stalled as long as I could with the Loom. Time to use the bow stall challenge.

The suitors: It’s impossible! No one could string this bow.

Penelope: Skill issue, call me when someone does.

(Hours later)

Antinous: F*** this! Let’s just go kill her son and then open her bedroom door and [Redacted)

(Gets killed by arrow)

Odysseus: I’m killing all of you now.

Suitors: We need to get weapons:

Telemachus: I’m back, and you guys should just surrender now.

Suitors: Are you nuts, your father will kill us anyway. (Proceeds to attack son.

Odysseus: Oh I’m going to kill you guys even harder now.

(Brutally kills all the suitors)

Telemachus: Daddy?

Odysseus: Son?

(Cue hug)

Odysseus: I’m so proud of you. Now go tell your mother I’m home. I’ll be there in a moment.

Telemachus: I will. (Heads off to tell mom)

Odysseus: So Athena, you gonna say hi or…

Athena: You may have been right about being merciful.

Odysseus: Nah, you were right. And btw, I’m gonna retire from this warrior business. I only want to see my wife. I’m too old for this s***

(Prepares to see wife)

Penelope: Is that you my love?

Odysseus: I changed a Lot over the years… I’m not the same. But could you fall in love with me again maybe?

Penelope: I see… move our wedding bed then.

Odysseus: WTF that is Rooted to the ground. I made that bed with my hands! How can you ask that.

Penelope: Only my husband knew that. So you are him!

Odysseus: Oh…

Penelope: I will fall in love with you every single time. No matter where or when.

Odysseus: (crying) Penelope!

Penelope: Now get your ass over here! I’ve waited 20 years for you and momma has needs.

[boba-beom]

me running full speed to your inbox because you said taehyun (it’s me the full time taehyun simp)

fratboy football player taehyun x cheerleader!reader 😁😁😁 (i know he’s more of a soccer guy but BARE W MEEE)

honestly football players txt all of them… sookai ate this up in ways i can’t even describe

good girl cheerleader reader who’s a little ditzy but she’s so sweet n sugary… tutoring w/ football player tyun who’s also top of his classes cos he’s just so smart hehe .. the tension at his games good lord

RAAAAAH YES AND YES LIA OMGGG YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND MY JAW DROPPED 🫠

footballer!taehyun x cheerleader!reader suggestive thoughts (literally all over the place bear with me)

first of all I LOVE this concept, and I wholeheartedly agree that sookai ate up that fit but they’re a good looking group of guys who can fu—

idk what it is but when you mentioned ‘sweet n sugary’ I get it, I really do omfg. like every time the cheerleaders have a dress rehearsal you’re all out on the field beside where the footballers have their training outdoors. short fitting shorts under the cute flap of your mini pleated skirt and your fitted long sleeved bodysuit with the university’s logo and the name of the football team you’re supporting.

literally going insane over the fact taehyun most likely watches the cheerleaders, specifically you, doing cartwheels and splits, his tongue poking his cheek once he sees just how flexible you are. probably storing it in a compartment in his brain with a massive label addressed as your name in bold and all caps.

thing is, taehyun knows you’re too good and a little ditzy to even realise half of the team is salivating over you. even better, you don’t know what he thinks when he watches you, thinking he’s giving you innocent eye contact from where he was watching.

tutoring with him must be fun. he knows your ditzy, but also knows you’re academically competent. he knows that when you set your mind to it, you’re able to do it with confidence. hence your place in cheer since the selection for the group wasn’t easy.

during your tutoring sessions you’d sometimes come in your practice clothes after a cheer rehearsal—the clothes being a oversized cropped tshirt and skin tight booty shorts that leaves little to the imagination. sitting next to taehyun and he instantly glances down at the meat of your thighs while you take your books and laptop out.

occasionally, he’d be talking to you about a section within the subject in which you’re struggling in but far from failing. you just want all your grades to be as good as his. he’s been your inspiration this whole time anyway. and sometimes when you work out the questions a little quicker than he does, he lays his warm palm against your inner knee and caresses your exposed skin gently, cooing praises like, “you’ve gotten better I see.” or even a, “atta girl” 😵‍💫🫠🤯

and the games THE GAMES 😵‍💫 I just know tension rises during the games, knowing just how competitive he can be and you’re cheering as hard as you can for the home team, for taehyun. just like when the cheerleaders are performing at the beginning of the game (idk how it works I’m sorry I’ve never been to … nor seen an american football game cjdmdk) the footballers are all getting ready to enter the field, and once the performance is done you make sure to make eye contact with taehyun and blowing him a kiss with a wink. that’ll for sure keep his energy up at the beginning of the game.

and let’s say the home team won 🤭 and the cheer squad end with another performance, you run up to taehyun and congratulate him for being one of the teams best players that evening. smiling up at him with your sweet smile, asking him if you can be his plus one to the team’s celebration later that night. how can taehyun refuse?

“‘course you can, doll. want you by my side tonight, m’kay?” and he’d cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin until he slides his hand to cup your jaw, then a little lower to hold onto your neck with no pressure.

and all you do is nod with your pretty doe eyes and your pretty, perfect smile that has him wrapped around your finger. boy does taehyun want to ditch that afterparty and take you home to ruin in his sheets. because fuck the tension, he wants you. he always has.

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[blessedbucky]

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕏

pairing: autistic!satoru x suguru x autistic!reader

word count: 11.7k

summary: here you are, your final year at tokyo metropolitan curse technical college

tags: autistic!reader, autistic!satoru, everyone is still mentally ill but we're making it through!, we're going through the five stages of grief, a marriage proposal? it's more likely than you think!, megumi and tsumiki make their entrance!, more of that good ole ableism (internal and external), and FLUFF!

beautiful people who asked to be tagged 💕: @ichikanu, @iceheartsice, @anders-is-being-a-simp-again, @lexlibrary, @ziggy0stardust

author note: i said, fuck it, i'm using the banner until i make a goddamn masterlist. at some point i'll have my life together. just like the past arc will be over at some point! it's flooding outside so i'm flooding your hearts in return! comments, like, and reblogs make me forget i live in america! c':

Story Masterlist

[YEAR FOUR]

“Can we talk?”

Famous last words.

It’s not like you didn’t know this would eventually happen.

Still, you’d been lulled into a false sense of security. It’s been months since the last time he refused to meet you at the door. He’s made small talk with you, and it doesn’t sound forced anymore. The last time that you saw him, he even invited you in for some tea with him and the twins. Damn it, you knew you should’ve forced yourself to accept his offer at the time, but you’d been so desperate for sleep. Had it been a test? Was it Suguru’s last-ditch effort to see if your friendship could recover?

It doesn’t matter. Someone like you doesn’t deserve friendship. You can’t do it right. The closer it gets to the start of the term, the more your dead friend haunts your dreams. The rest are pissed off at you. They’ve lost patience with you and your uncooperative body, your broken mind.

Wordlessly, you follow after Suguru.

Loneliness is your fate.

It’s hard when the park is so packed with other parties, but he manages to find a somewhat secluded spot. It’s on the edge of the massive pond that takes up the park. The ground isn’t as saturated with cherry blossom petals here. They still gently drift along the water. It’s pretty. Fleetingly, you think about drawing the scene, but that whim dies as quickly as it came. It’s enough of a feat to crawl out of bed, let alone pick up a pencil.

Suguru is nice enough to spread a blanket out for you two to sit on. He pulls it out of the backpack he brought along with him. It surprises you to see him pull out a notebook and pencil. Is…he going to draw with the girls later? Ah. He probably does it with them at home. Just another reminder of how disconnected you both are now. The string that binds you two is frayed. Today must be the day he’s finally cutting that last little bit hanging on for dear life.

“Here,” Suguru whispers as he offers you the notebook and pencil. You stare at it blankly, confused. You work your jaw, trying to prepare yourself to speak. You don’t want to. It’s hard. “Word are hard.” Your eyes widen as you stare at him. He cringes, shrinking in on himself a little, misreading your reaction as something negative when it’s…just shock. Pure shock because it’s like he plucked the thought right out of your head. “I’m sorry. Was I wrong? I…I know there are days where it’s hard for you to talk and…I thought…I’m sorry.”

You snatch the edge of the notebook before he can fully pull it away. He’s right. He’s right, he’s right, he’s right. Why does he have to know you so well? Can’t he sever the bond cleanly? Does he have to remind you of what you’re about to lose?

Your hands tremble, pages crinkling as you grip harder.

I don’t want to let you go.

Your vision blurs and your entire body trembles now. You hunch over the notebook, tears plopping against the pages, smearing the ink of the lined pages.

When a sob tears its way out of your chest, you drop the notebook and try to hide away. You’ve already done enough. You don’t need to embarrass him. But Suguru cups the back of your head, tugging you forward to press your forehead against his shoulder, limiting the physical contact because he knows you. He knows you. And you hate him. You miss him. You hate yourself. You miss him so fucking much.

“I’m sorry,” he’s whispering when you finally calm your sobbing down enough to hear. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’ve been so selfish. I was selfish for so long. I know you’re hurting. You have been for so long, haven’t you?” Oh. He’s crying now, too. You feel the drops of his tears on the top of your head. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Forgive me for not being there for you when you needed me the most. I’m sorry for abandoning you.”

You pull your face away enough to breathe in fresh air. “S—” you have to beat your fist against your thigh. This is important. So important. You need to talk. After swallowing the lump that keeps forming in your throat, you manage a hoarse, “I’m sorry for not being stronger.”

Suguru chokes on his own words, trembling harder underneath you. “No,” he manages through his tears. “Squid, no, you’ve been so strong. You’ve had to be so strong for so long. You were giving so much to the rest of us, trying to keep everyone from falling apart, that you left nothing for yourself. I see it now. I’m sorry it took so long. You don’t have to be so strong now. I want to be with—” his grip at the back of your head tightens a little before relaxing. “I want to be back in your life.”

“I hurt you.”

“And I hurt you more.” He laughs wetly. “I forgive you. Is that what you want me to say?  There’s nothing to forgive, but I’ll say it. I forgive you. I do. You sacrificed everything to keep me alive and I spat in your face. Thank you for everything you did to save me.”

“Can—” you swallow hard. “Can you believe it when I say it, too?” You realize that you haven’t said the words. Not out loud. It was in your actions, you thought, but you should know better. If there’s anyone who knows that words can get lost in actions, it’s you. “I forgive you, Suguru.”

A shudder ripples through his body. He digs his face harder against the crown of your head, trying to muffle his sob. “I want to get better with you.”

Something in your brain—your heart…it doesn’t want to get better. It rebels against the idea. It thinks you’d be better off going back to that forest, laying down, and sinking down into the ground where you belong. You’re chained to Suguru now, to life, and that festering thing resents him.

This is what Suguru felt like. Grief and guilt were eating away at him, and he was exhausted. He wanted to be swallowed whole because living hurts. It’s hard and it hurts like hell. Maybe he isn’t consciously aware of it, but he’s paying you back. You forced a reason to live on him and he’s doing it in return.

Living hurts, but misery loves company, and you don’t want that for Suguru.

You don’t want him to hurt anymore, but that won’t happen until you stop hurting, too.

What a manipulative asshole.

“I’m sorry.”

This is your last stop on the apology tour. By this point, you’re feeling a little defeated because Shoko and Kento didn’t accept your apology because they claimed there was no need for it in the first place. Shoko had just looked relieved which completely broke you. You didn’t think you had tears left in you after the park, but you were wrong. Then, because she’s nicer than she ever claims you to be, she tugged you forward by your shirt to bump her forehead against yours as a way to hug without much touching.

Satoru has the door to his room wide open, a pocky stick shoved in his mouth. The tilt of his head and squinting at you is a sure sign of confusion. “I’m sorry for being such a bitch,” you rush to explain. “You…you’ve been trying to take care of me…and I was…I’ve been really mean.”

Oh, no. The softening of his features is a bad sign. You can’t get off the hook this easy. Before you can remind him of more of your transgressions, he’s interrupting you. “What are you saying sorry for? Me breathing down your neck?” Your mouth opens, but he shuts you up by shoving a pocky right in your mouth—choco-banana. “I’d get pissed off, too. I know how much I am. I don’t know how you deal with me.”

“You’re not too much, Satoru,” you insist around your pocky. You yank it out before taking a step closer to him, eyes watering with fresh tears. “Please, let me apologize. I should’ve tried harder to talk. Worked harder to be okay for you. I saw how much you were worrying and…and I still let myself be like that—”

Satoru shoves another pocky in your mouth. The softness of his expression has hardened. “Stop hiding yourself from me,” he demands. “I don’t want an act. I want the real Sketch. I don’t want you to have to force yourself to do things that you don’t want to. If you never spoke again or let me touch you again, I’d be okay because that’d be the truest you.” Like almost everyone else today, he leans in, forehead to forehead. “I want every single part of you, even the ugliest ones.”

There’s a twist in your chest. The words are like a shot right through the heart. You don’t know what to do with yourself at his admission. It’s still so…foreign…to be wanted as you truly are. It’s hard for your brain to process that someone is staring at all the ugly, broken pieces of you and saying, I want that. I want it all.

“I want you, too,” you admit through a fresh batch of tears. You’re trying to rub them away, but they’re falling too fast. You’re a mess. He says he wants the ugliness, so he’s definitely getting it now. “I want all of you, too.”

Satoru bumps foreheads again, smiling. “Such a crybaby,” he teases. Gives another solid bump. “Don’t you know I’ll give you anything you want?”

“What did he do now?”

Satoru scoffs loudly as he leans back, tilting his chair backwards to balance on two legs of the chair. “Why’re you assuming I did something?”

Suguru’s head turning in the corner of your eye catches your attention enough to stop glaring at Satoru. Suguru’s lips twitch in amusement before he repeats, “What did he do now?”

The question has you glowering at Satoru again. The bastard sips at his ridiculously flavored soda like he doesn’t have a problem in the world. “He told Ijichi, and this is a direct quote, ‘Give up being a sorcerer. You’re useless. Get your driving license. Or I’ll slap you.’”

Suguru whistles lowly, brows raising. “That bad already, huh? It hasn’t been six months.”

Satoru drops his chair back on all four legs. “Yes!” He continues on, not giving you a chance to defend poor Ijichi. “He’s so bad that Sensei has Sketch on loan from the higher-ups to babysit him on all his missions!” He crosses his arms over his chest as he looks back at you. “You’ve bailed him out every single time. Don’t lie.”

You grimace because it’d be impossible to lie about that when Ijichi makes a public spectacle of giving you a gift as thanks for saving his life again. “He’s…just learning. Not everyone can be gifted like our class. Besides, you were bailing me out all the time during our first year!”

“Yeah, yeah, but you had potential,” Satoru asserts. “I mean, c’mon, that guy’s cursed energy levels are like a drop in the bucket compared to yours.”

Your brows furrow in confusion. He’s not the first to mention this to you. Shoko had said something similar at the start of your second year. “My levels aren’t that much higher than normal.”

“Nah, they actually are. Just as high as Suguru’s, if you wanna know.”

Okay, now he’s just blatantly lying. “Suguru can swallow Special Grade spirits. I think I’d know if my amount of cursed energy was that high.”

“I’m telling you—it is. I see it. You’re just too timid to let it all explode.”

You set the knife that you were using to cut vegetables on the table with a little too much force. “Stop trying to pretend that I’m strong like you all are,” you snap. “I’ve always been the weakest out of our class. You know it, I know it, it’s fine. At this point, pretending that I’m anything more is just you being cruel.”

Suguru senses your shifting mood before Satoru does. “Satoru, drop it—”

“Eh? Why should I? And what’s this about being cruel? I’ve been looking at you with my Six Eyes for four years now. You’re just scared of yourself—”

Finally, you understand the reason for your shifting mood. You know why it feels like something is getting shredded up inside you. You slam your hand on the table, sending food scattering and sauces tipping over. “Because if I was as strong as you say then I should’ve saved Yu! If I’m scared of myself for anything, it’s for being so weak and stupid!”

An uncomfortable silence follows. Too uncomfortable. You refuse to look at them because you know they’ll look at you like the pitiful little thing you are. You want to run. Slip under the covers of your bed. But you promised the twins that you’d have dinner with them tonight. Keeping your head ducked down and teeth gritted, you storm away from the table. There’s no better help to calm down than being around two little girls that are extremely sensitive to moods.

Tapping on Mimiko’s door as warning, you open it enough to poke your head in. They’re surrounded by a large number of plushies that, worryingly, keeps growing in size. You need to talk to Suguru and Satoru about that. The plushies are mostly circular, no limbs for Mimiko to accidentally activate her technique with. It was her technique that was the final straw to the villagers, so she’s terrified to use it now.

No wonder Satoru thought you should coach Mimiko through her fears.

“Can I play?”

Nanako brightens immediately and leaps over her circle of plushies to fling open the door for you. “Miss Squid! Yeah! Come play with us!”

You chuckle, glancing over at Mimiko. “We’re in your sister’s room. Shouldn’t we ask her if it’s okay, too?”

Nanako tries to wave off your words. “Mimiko always wants to play with you.”

“Mimiko does or you do?” You wiggle your wrist away from Nanako’s grasp, instead clasping her little hand in yours to focus her attention on you. “You always want to ask someone if they want to do a thing with you. That’s why I asked if I could play. I was asking you and Mimiko. Sometimes, people want to be alone. Or maybe Mimiko only feels good being around you for the day. That’s an okay thing to feel. We always want to ask to see how you’re feeling, okay?”

Her nose scrunches up. You’re worried that you made it too complicated, but she sighs dramatically. “I guess.” She puts her hands on her hips, scowling at the door. “But tell that to Satchan, too! He never asks if he can come inside! He pops in the kitchen and eats our snacks!”

Satoru might be doing it on purpose, you don’t tell her. He was very offended that you’re Miss Squid and Suguru is Mister Suguru while they gave him an informal Satchan. You don’t know where they came up with the nickname, but it’s stuck. You think it’s cute. Satoru thinks it’s too cute for a grown man.

“Okay. I’ll talk to him, too.” Finally, you look over at Mimiko, smiling gently at her. “Is it okay if I play with you?”

“Yes.” Mimiko hesitates before shyly adding, “Thank you for asking if it’s okay.”

Your smile grows and you walk over to sit down next to her.

Satoru doesn’t question your decision to spend the night. Before he leaves, he does look at you like a kicked puppy, but it doesn’t work on you. Not right now. You need time to put this back in the box you’ve slowly been constructing over the months. It’s still flimsy, easily torn open by something as small as what happened before dinner.

You’re on the couch and it’s one in the morning. You’re mindlessly flipping through channels, volume low, hoping there might be something interesting enough to keep your mind from straying. It’s not working out for you. Maybe you should’ve forced Satoru to hand over his Game Boy as compensation.

Behind you, a door quietly opens and closes. It’s not a surprise when Suguru settles down at the other end of the couch. You expected as much. You’re only surprised that he waited this long to get out of bed and come talk to you. Still flipping through channels, you wait for the cliché inspirational speech that he’s probably been trying to prepare. He might mix it up and give you sickly sweet words of comfort.

Instead of what you expected, Suguru leads with, “You have a really gentle heart, Squid.”

“You don’t have to remind me,” you whisper. “It would’ve been better if I just stayed behind in the village. I could’ve worked in the fields with my parents.” You sigh irritably, frustrated with yourself. “Vegetables can’t hurt my feelings.”

“I think your heart would’ve been wasted on vegetables.”

You look down at the space between you two when you hear the slide of something against fabric. His hand rests there, palm facing up. You turn your head back toward the television, wanting so badly to resist him. If this keeps going, you’ll cry, you know it. Not everything is back in the box.

In the end, you cave. You always do with Suguru.

And just like you predicted, your bottom lip starts to wobble when you thread your fingers through his and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I think it’s very brave and you have to be very strong to have a gentle heart in such an unkind world.”

“You might be the only person who thinks that way,” you reply through hitching breaths.

“Haibara thought that way.”

Suguru never plays fucking fair.

Late in summer, nearing the year anniversary of Haibara’s death and your subsequent near-death experience, Satoru is practically glued to the sides of you and Suguru. It’s gotten to the point where you were so worried about him stretching himself too thin between all the warping, worrying, and missions that you hijacked Nanako’s room so you and Suguru are, at least, in the same place now. It’s fine. Nanako ends up in Mimiko’s room most nights, anyway.

September comes and your mood, along with Suguru’s, starts to backslide. There was this American song that Satoru picked at karaoke during your first year to show off his English skills. You’re reminded of it now. Wake me up when September ends. If only. If fucking only.

Your misery is in company, though. More than you thought you’d have when the semester started. When you and Satoru never leave Suguru’s apartment during the first week of September, you think you both wordlessly decide that you’re going to spend the entire month there.

Briefly, you worry about Shoko, about Nanami, but they’re distracting themselves with Ijichi. They spend the month trying and succeeding in peer pressuring Ijichi into driving them around the city, into taking weekend trips. He’s working on his learner’s permit, so they reason with him that this is just more practice. He’s only supposed to practice in his driving class, but practice is practice, they say.

You theorize that Nanami is so invested in Ijichi because it’s keeping Ijichi from sorcerer work. Nanami never wants blood in his eyes again.

The week before Haibara’s death anniversary, your anxiety skyrockets. It’s never enough to be an attack, but it hits you out of nowhere. You’ll just be looking through some documents that your real estate agent sent you about apartments and your heart will start racing for no reason. Your brain will be on high alert. No threat but the paper on the table in front of you. You try to be quiet about it.

You don’t think you’re hiding it very well because Nanako takes up Satoru’s place beside you on the futon. Mimiko follows after her in the middle of the next night. It helps you keep your head on straight. You have to focus really hard on keeping your mind calm because you can’t start sobbing with two little bodies curled around the front and back of you. It would wake them up and put unnecessary weight on their shoulders.

On the night of the anniversary, while you’re helping bathe the girls, Mimiko shyly requests a bedtime story. It’s a request you’ve never heard out of them before. You thought you knew all their nightly routines, but maybe Suguru forgot to mention it? Worried that you’ve been disrupting their peace, you assure her you’ll get Suguru before bed.

“You,” Mimiko insists with a force you’ve never heard from her before. “I miss your voice,” she adds in a mumble. All that confidence from her goes as quickly as it came.

So, not subtle at all with your anxiety. You hadn’t even realized that you were talking less.

You’re not good at coming up with things like stories on the spot, but you have a compromise. When you three are settled on the futon, one head on your chest and the other on your stomach, you recount memories of your childhood with Suguru. You talk about the adventures you two would go on to find him spirits to swallow. They listen to it all. No complaints. And on the cusp of sleep, Mimiko makes you swear that you’ll take her to Osorezan.

Silence settles in after they drift off to sleep. Even the world outside seems muffled now. It is only you and the steady breaths of Mimiko and Nanako that lulls you into…a state of calm. Not peace, not rumination inside your head, just…calm. Time passes slowly with you waiting for something.

Something that you don’t realize you’re waiting for until Satoru’s cursed energy explodes in the middle of the apartment. You hear the creak of Suguru’s bedroom door as it opens, but it doesn’t close like it should. Suguru doesn’t like to sleep with his door open. A leftover of his childhood. An open door being closed bring too much attention to someone trying to hide from a raging father.

Before your phone blinks to life, you’re already debating doing it. Get in here, Satoru’s text reads. You chew at the inside of your cheek, struggling with your yearning to go to them and your guilt screaming at you that you don’t deserve such a thing. You wait too long because another text comes through. I know you’re awake.

Then, the nail in the coffin lights up your phone. Come here, Suguru demands.

Alright. Well, they’re insisting, so…

Very carefully, you peel yourself away from the girls. They stir when you gently move their heads down onto their pillows but quickly settle. You tiptoe out of the room, gliding down the hall to Suguru’s. Just a moment, you hesitate, but you step past the threshold.

You are so tired.

There is a space between their bodies that you crawl up on the bed to lie between. Surprisingly, Suguru is the one to make the first move. You don’t think he nudges you, but you end up on your side, his massive body pressing in behind yours. He draws his knees up in the bend of yours, pelvis pressed against your ass, arm wrapping around your waist, head perched on the top of your head.

Satoru slides forward, chest pressed to yours, knees bumping. The tips of his fingers, cold as ice, touch your cheek. His feet touch yours, as equally cold. A furnace behind you, a block of ice in front of you. It’s weird how they balance each other out. Even weirder that you’re not overwhelmed by being so crowded. Sometimes, you can’t help but think that they’re as familiar to you as your own body is and that’s why they can touch you so much more freely than anyone else.

As Satoru keeps petting your face, glinting blue eyes watching you as he does, your own slowly close. You find yourself drifting to that place you were in with the girls. You are both present and not—enough to not let your mind roam to places it doesn’t want to be but not enough that you’re overwhelmed. You feel like a blank slate, being chiseled away at to match what they want you to be right now. You mold yourself to their bodies and, at some point, your breathing matches theirs.

Or…maybe it’s you all are becoming one with each other. Pushing and pulling until there’s synchrony. Suguru is the one to curl around you. Satoru’s skin warms. As your breath matches theirs, their breaths match each other, match yours.

Before floating off completely, you remember last July.

Remember the softness of Suguru’s face as your naked bodies were pressed together, soaked in sweat yet satisfied. The morning after, the darkness under his eyes was a little lighter. You’d been a little less worried about him. It’d been nice. And you have that same thought now.

Yes, this is peaceful enough.

On the morning of the year anniversary of your near-death experience, you debate on whether to keep yourself scarce around Suguru or not. While you don’t want to remind him of what happened, if you stay away then that might give him the wrong impression. Either option poses a risk, but you decide to treat it like any other normal day. Maybe if you’re calm enough, it can radiate out to infect him.

Like any other day, you motivate yourself as you’re putting on clothes after your shower. After you dropped the girls off at therapy, you went on an assignment with Ijichi. The curse exploded, blood splattering all over you. Yes, you know the blood crumbles away, but it’s about knowing it was there, so you always try to shower after missions. It was relatively quick, so Suguru was still in bed when you came back.

There’s coffee on. That, combined with the shower running, you were sure that it’d wake Suguru up. Your hunger is getting close to the point of being painful. Yesterday, he said he’d take you out to breakfast. You’re worried that he’s still not up, so you go to his room, hesitantly knocking on the door.

“Sugu—”

What happens next is a whirlwind that makes your head spin. The door that you’re leaned against is flung open, making you lose your balance and tip forward. You don’t hit the ground because your wrist is snatched, and you’re tugged forward against a very solid chest. You don’t even have the chance to look at his face because he spins you around quickly, crowding you forward until the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.

Sprawled out on the bed now, you try to lean up on an elbow, finally looking at Suguru. His eyes are wild with panic, just like his hands are when he straddles you on the bed and starts shoving your shirt up. You yelp at his insisting cold fingers and catch his hands. “Suguru!” You struggle to keep his hands still. He tilts his head up, moving his gaze away from your torso to stare at you directly. “Suguru,” you repeat his name. “What’s wrong?”

His breaths are tight, fast. “I need to see it’s not there,” he pleads. “I need to know you’re not hurt.”

“I’m not,” you insist while motioning toward your exposed torso. You understand what’s going on now. You can’t count how many times you’ve woken up, the smell of blood and flesh rotting in the hot sun in your nose. “See? There’s nothing.” You guide his hands to set them on your abdomen. Shoko made it in time to prevent scarring. He runs his fingers across your exposed, smooth skin. “I’m okay. It’s okay now. It’s over.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers hoarsely. He squeezes his eyes shut tight, but tears slip down his cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve hurt you so much. Forgive me. Please, forgive me. I don’t deserve it, but I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me, please—”

You grab him by the shoulders, yanking him down until his chest smacks against yours. You slip an arm around his back, the other threading through his hair. “I’m not leaving,” you assure him. He’s so warm against you. “I forgive you. I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it. I forgive you.”

It’s the first week of October when Satoru announces, “I want to do something.”

Here’s the thing about Satoru—he’s brash and entitled. That’s just never going to change. It’s better than it was when you first met him. What happened last year with you seemed to really humble him. With all that said, he’s only the most considerate with you and Suguru and, even then, it’s more that he gives you a choice to come along with him. In the end, he’s still going to do whatever it is that he wants to do. These days, he’ll sometimes warn everyone what he’s doing, but most times, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know the meaning of the word permission.

You know whatever he wants to do right now is going to be bad. Really bad. It’s all about Satoru’s wording there. Saying that he wants to do a thing rather than he is going to do a thing. It’s almost as if he’s asking for your permission. And by asking for your permission, he’s also making you culpable.

Not like that matters anymore, you being an accessory to potential crimes and all. You’ve already lied to the higher-ups. You’ve already, for all intents and purposes, brainwashed the higher-ups. You’re not sure there’s a crime worse than that other than straight up slaughtering them all.

Alright, fine, you’re simply frustrated because these plans of his always end up with you having the most massive headache.

You sigh, resigned to your fate and already feeling drained. “What did you do now?”

“Nothing!” At your deadpan stare, he hunches in on himself, going on to defensively mutter, “Nothing yet. Jeez, cut me some slack, Sketch.”

Yeah, there it is. “Fine. What areyou going to do?”

“…adopt a kid.”

You promptly choke on the plum Fanta that he went out of his way to hunt down for you at two different konbini. In hindsight, you should’ve known he was trying to butter you up. No, no. You’re getting distracted. What did he just say to you? What the fuck did he say?

Satoru slaps you on the back to help clear your airway. Through your coughing, he rushes to explain. “Look, right before he died, Zen’in Toji told me he had a son that was going to be sold off to the Zen’in clan within a few years—”

Are you finally having that brain aneurysm? Words are coming out of his mouth, but they don’t make sense. “You…want to adopt the son of the man that almost killed you?” That did kill him, however briefly that death was, but you don’t say those words out loud.

Satoru rests his chin in the palm of his hand, watching you with a look that’s more curious than anything. “I didn’t expect you to be the type to hold the sins of their father against them.”

“It’s not—” you sigh irritably, not wanting to concede that he’s right. Your kneejerk reaction is somewhat because of that. But there’s more to it than that. “This isn’t like Nanako and Mimiko’s situation. We had to get them out of there. If they stayed there, they would’ve died. Why are you doing this? Just to stick it to the Zen’in clan? You can’t collect kids like one of your Digimon figurines.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he pouts. Not exactly helping his case against your argument. You want to give him the benefit of the doubt, but you’re worried that he’s going about this all too fast, getting too impatient. He…he can be a little careless when it comes to other people. That’s not a good thing to be with a child.

Something about what you said to him strikes a nerve because he flatly says, “They’ve been alone for the last year.”

“They?”

“Fushiguro Megumi and his stepsister, Fushiguro Tsumiki. Zen’in Toji took his wife’s surname. Whoever the wife was, she ditched the kids along with him, if she’s even alive. I can’t imagine being married to that guy was safe.” How do you know all this? “I’ve had the clan watching them, poking around for information,” he answers before you can even ask the question.

“But how could they be alone? It’s been a year. Someone must’ve said something to the government by now—”

“How’d Nanako and Mimiko end up alone?” Right. He’s right. Sorcerer or not, people are always falling through the cracks. “I know the Zen’in have been sniffing around, too. Someone with their clan stops by once a week, making sure they’re fed. They’re probably trying to butter the kid up.”

He’s serious about this. Satoru is actually, genuinely serious about this. “Why are they so interested in this boy, anyway? I know that Zen’in Toji walked away from the clan, technically, but they didn’t chase after him. They didn’t want him. Why do they want his son now?”

“Zen’in Toji was an anomaly in the system. For as much as he hated them, though, he was still a Zen’in. Anyone with their blood has the potential to manifest the clan’s inherited technique. You remember it, right?” You nod. There are many techniques in the clan, but the Ten Shadows is coveted. Not many can match a Gojo with Limitless and the Six Eyes, but a fully realized sorcerer with the Ten Shadows? That’s dangerous for a Gojo. “The kid manifested that technique.”

“Shouldn’t he be with people who can teach him more about his technique?” You grimace as you ask the question.

He snorts. “You know what sucks about having a really famous technique that’s been in your clan for hundreds of years? It’s that everyone knows how it works. Same principle with all the other clans.” You’re still skeptical. It must show on your face. “How do you think that kid’s old man got the best of me?”

After all this back and forth with him, he still hasn’t answered the most important question. “Why are you doing this, Satoru?”

Satoru turns away from you, head tilting up to stare at the setting sun. “Fushiguro Megumi is going to be strong. He could be as strong as me. I want that. We need that if we’re going to tear down everything and start over.” He pauses. “But…it’s more than that. This kid should have a choice in what happens to his life. The Zen’in want a weapon. No one should live that way. I didn’t know how…” His brows furrow as he tries to properly articulate himself. “You looked me in the eye and told me I was stupid for believing I was only meant to be a weapon. All the money in the world couldn’t compare to how it felt when I heard you say my name,” he confesses. “This kid shouldn’t have to sit around and hope that one day he’ll meet someone like you.”

There’s that twist in your chest again. It leaves you breathless and shaky. Giddy and warm. It’s such a complicated thing. So big that it makes you want to run and hide from him when he makes such bold declarations like this about you. Once upon a time, you were convinced that you were a stupid, freakish hick from a village that would stick to your best friend’s side until he grew out of you. You still think that.

Why is someone as important as Satoru so insistent that you’re something special?

Am I really worth all this?

Satoru always answers yes.

Tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you give a shaky laugh. “How am I even supposed to respond to that?” Face warm, looking everywhere but him, you reach down to lace his fingers through yours. “Okay.” You’ve made your decision. “Okay, I’ll help you give this boy a chance.”

As if you were going to end up anywhere else.

A pair of brown eyes blink up at you.

Déjà vu.

This little girl hasn’t been physically beaten, at least, but you stop that line of thought as soon as it floats across your mind. The Fushiguro siblings and the Hasaba twins are each a side of the same coin. These siblings may not have any physical scars, but the mental scars are there. After all, to be willingly abandoned by the people meant to love and protect you…isn’t that another form of violence?

That same fierce protectiveness that you’d felt on the night you first saw the twins is pressing in again. You have to remind your body that there’s no physical threat here. There are only ghosts here now and the children haunted by them. You can’t speak to her brother, but Tsumiki reeks of loneliness. She’s worryingly trusting, happy to invite you in even before you introduce yourself as someone like her brother.

She insists on you sitting at the kitchen table while she makes tea. Tries to, anyway. “We haven’t gotten our groceries from Megumi’s family yet,” she explains apologetically. “You and your friend can have the last tea bags! If Megumi gets mad, don’t worry! I’ll make sure to take the blame!”

Satoru already explained the plan. He used the word adopt very loosely. If the siblings both agree to come under Satoru’s wing, under his protection, then a caretaker from the Gojo clan will come live with them. Is the Gojo caretaker in Tokyo yet? You don’t want to leave these children alone. It’s been less than ten minutes with Tsumiki and you’re already making plans on how to sneak her into your dorm room until you sign the lease on an apartment.

“Ah, Megumi’s home!” Tsumiki announces brightly after she throws open the window of their apartment.

Not even twenty-years-old and you’re going to be looking after four children.

What a weird little life you’ve come to have.

“Is there a reason we can’t celebrate here?”

Satoru is absolutely scandalized by the suggestion. If he had pearls, he’d be clutching at them tightly to his chest. How is this drama queen your best friend? “What kinda lame shit is that? Sketch, c’mon!”

Shoko takes a drag of her cigarette, blowing out smoke before she passes it on to a grateful Kento. After that trip they took in September, he came back a smoker. Not only has she passed the bad habit to Suguru, but now Kento! She ignores your scathing glare. Next to you, Suguru chuckles lowly, and then pulls out his own carton of cigarettes because he thinks he’s such a cheeky little bastard, doesn’t he?

“Oh, but celebrating with your stuffy clan is somehow less lame?” Shoko shakes her head. “Hard pass, Gojo. Why are we even here, anyway?” She gestures toward herself and Kento. “You’ve never invited us to your birthday before. It’s always Duck and Geto.”

“Oi, Nanamin likes my clan.”

Kento sighs, and he’s close enough to Satoru that the smoke gets in his face. Satoru gives an exaggerated cough. “I appreciated that they took things more seriously than you. That doesn’t mean I liked them. Now, please answer Ieiri’s question. Why am I even here?”

That’s also an answer you’d like to hear because Shoko is right, after all. Even when you and Suguru were fighting, you both put your pride aside to stay with Satoru at the Gojo estate. You’d both been painfully polite, things had been awkward, you’d hardly spoken, and you’d slept on a futon on the floor rather than in the bed, but you’d been there. That’s how it’s always been since you started high school.

“It’s our last year!” Satoru says with a pout. “Everyone is splitting up after we graduate!”

Everyone sighs in perfect unison which only makes Satoru huffier. “Satoru,” you start patiently, “have you forgotten that you’ll be in school with Suguru and Shoko?”

Satoru blinks. “What?” He looks at Shoko. “Since when? I thought you were going to medical school in Kyoto.”

“Oops,” is all Shoko says, clearly having forgotten to tell Satoru. Admittedly, you forgot, too. You’ve spent so much time with Satoru and Suguru this year that it’s hard to remember the days where you haven’t been with them. You assumed that he’d been part of that conversation.

Even Kento is surprised, watching her with raised brows. Respecting him more than Satoru, she explains her decision. “Tokyo has the better school.”

Suguru and you share a look, but you turn your head away, lips pursing. Shoko’s lying, but it’s not your place to correct her. Her business is her own—that’s what she’d snapped at you when she’d announced her plans, and you’d poked too much at her flimsy excuse. Things haven’t gotten better with Utahime. You’re the only one Utahime trusts to talk to casually to now, but neither she nor Shoko have told you what their blowout was truly over. It can’t be only about a rejection. There has to be more.

“More importantly,” Suguru speaks up in a wry tone, “I can’t leave the girls alone for a weekend.”

Satoru brightens. “We can bring them with us! They can finally meet Megumi and Tsumiki!” Another sigh from everyone. “Hey, what’s with this attitude? What’s wrong with that?”

“We’ve only been around them for two months,” you point out. “We shouldn’t overload them with new places and unfamiliar people.” He opens his mouth to protest. You stop him immediately because you’ve had this argument with him before. “They need stability.”

“Not everyone is as flippant as you,” Kento bluntly says. Satoru’s sputtering response is once again disregarded because Kento’s phone pings. Yours chimes not even a minute later, giving away who is on the other end. Kento doesn’t even look at the text. He turns toward you. “I’ll supervise Ijichi this time, Senpai.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to overwork yourself and you’re already at five missions in a row with him,” you fret.

“Gojo’s been more unbearable lately,” Kento deadpans.

Shoko and Suguru laugh at poor Satoru’s expense. “Good idea, Nanami,” Shoko praises. “Sucks I’m not allowed to be in active combat, or I’d do the same.” She pulls out her cell phone, glancing at the screen. “I’m getting lunch with Mei. Duck, Geto, talk some sense into Gojo before he scars these kids for life.” As she’s walking away, she says loudly enough, so you can all hear, “I can’t believe he wants to be a teacher. I worry for the future of any kids under him.”

“This counts as bullying, Ieiri!” Satoru shouts after her. When she’s out of sight, he puffs his cheeks out in indignation. “This is what I get for trying to be a nice guy. And neither of you defended me, either! I thought you’d be proud that I was trying to include everyone!”

“It wasn’t the most well-thought-out plan, but your heart was definitely in the right place,” you reassure him. You mean that, really. Suguru gives his own silent praise by gently stroking Satoru’s hair. Satoru leans into the touch, his metaphorical tail wagging. It’s cute. They’re cute. It should be criminal to be that cute.

Satoru has been on the bench this entire time. As soon as Suguru started stroking his hair, he leaned over to press himself against Suguru’s side. Because of the angle, Satoru can see what’s behind you. Suguru’s had his eyes on Satoru, expression soft, but he blinks to awareness when Satoru wonders aloud, “Who do you think the normies are?”

In that moment, someone else says your name.

Dread drops like a heavy stone in your belly.

You pray that in the time it takes you to turn around, the world will right itself. You hope that your brain is playing tricks on you and that that they won’t actually be standing there. You’re not that lucky, though. Unfortunately, you’re still as sane as ever, and they’re actually here.

You don’t know how or why, but your mother and father stand before you.

As soon as your mother has your attention, she throws herself forward to wrap her arms around you. You tense under the sudden contact. It feels…foreign now. Then again, it always did. You can’t even remember the last time your father hugged you. Your mother used to be more physically affectionate, but it tapered off. It was easier to just not touch you at all rather than deal with a potential tantrum if you were having a bad day.

“Hi, honey,” your mother whispers in your ear before kissing your temple.

“Hello, Mother,” you respond awkwardly.

Chin on her shoulder, you watch your father watch you, giving a nod of acknowledgement before glancing behind you. “Suguru,” he greets stiffly. Just as curtly, Suguru returns the greeting. Your father’s mouth thins the longer he keeps scrutinizing Suguru. “I hope you’re not smoking, too,” your father says to you, clearly disapproving of Suguru’s habit.

“You’re here to do the exact same thing,” you shoot back testily. He is, he’s pulling the carton out of his pocket right now. “What does it matter if it’s now or in three months after graduation?”

Your mother sighs softly before stepping away, pity on her face. “Are you having a bad day?”

And, ugh, the way that she asks it. To you, it’s always felt like your mother thinks you stopped aging on the day that you got your diagnosis. It hasn’t even been five minutes, and your nerves are already shot, being continually grated on by the presence of your parents. The tips of your ears are starting to burn in embarrassment. Suguru may be used to your parents, but Satoru has never met them. It’s almost an unspoken rule between the three of you to speak of your parents as little as possible.

Your father sighs your mother’s name, exasperated. “Don’t coddle her. She can’t act this way at the meeting.”

“Meeting?”

Your mother and father glance at each other then back to you. “Yes,” your father starts slowly. “On December seventh,” he goes on as if that’ll jog your memory of something you don’t know about. When he only receives the same blank stare, his brows raise in genuine surprise. “Did you not get the proposal?”

The dread in your stomach spreads, slithering through your veins like ice. “Proposal,” you repeat flatly. “What proposal?”

“Oh, wow,” your mother laughs nervously. “The messenger did say they liked to do things the old-fashioned way,” she reminds your father before turning back to you with a smile. “Okay, it’s fine. Everything is fine. Why don’t we discuss this with your boyfriend and his father? We’re staying with his clan right now.”

“Boyfriend?” You, Suguru, and Satoru repeat with the same high-pitched alarm.

Your parents are as perplexed as you three are. Your mother shrinks under the volume of your voices, so your father takes over, calling out your name. It’s spoken sharply, with that expression that means he won’t tolerate you getting hysterical. He’s always had little patience with a diagnosis he still refuses to believe in. Time away has given you little patience for him, too, and you need to know what the fuck he’s talking about.

“Father,” you snap back. “What are you talking about?”

“Zen’in Naoya is offering a marriage proposal,” your father finally clarifies. You wish he hadn’t. Panic is shooting through you faster than the dread. “They want to meet to discuss the details on December seventh. They’re housing us at their estate, so we don’t have to pay for a hotel in the city. They even offered to dress us for the important occasion.”

You’re positive your brain is broken because, out of all the things, your brain gets stuck on one detail. “I have plans on that day,” you blurt. “It’s Satoru’s birthday.”

Your mother’s head tilts to the side. “Satoru?”

“Mine and Suguru’s best friend,” you elaborate dumbly.

After lighting his cigarette and taking a few puffs, your father’s gaze slides back behind you. “Suguru, can you take your friend so we can speak to our daughter alone?”

As much as you’d like to run away with them from this conversation, you’re afraid of what will be done on your behalf if you don’t put your foot down. You look over your shoulder at them, nodding in agreement with your father. Suguru does what he’s always done around your parents—bite his tongue and grit his teeth. Same as you’d done with his. Someone getting involved in family affairs always made things worse.

Satoru clearly isn’t happy. His fists are clenched and he’s visibly angry, but Suguru takes him by the upper arm. Suguru leans in to whisper something quietly. You nod with whatever Suguru is saying. Satoru is still pissed off, but when Suguru starts pulling him away, he goes.

They don’t go far, though, because of course not. Enough to get out of sight but still be close enough to hear the conversation with your parents. Perks of being born a sorcerer is slightly enhanced senses. You can sense their cursed energy, lingering around the corner, fluctuating wildly with their emotions. You doubt yours is much better.

“Honey, can’t you just ask your friend to move around your plans?” Your mother takes your hand. You grit your teeth against the contact. “If he’s really your best friend, he’d want the best for you. This is your future we’re talking about.”

You shake your head, wrenching your hand away from hers. “I already have my future planned out,” you hiss. “I’m about to put an offer in on an apartment! I have a job lined up for when I graduate!” They’re both stunned. Good! You want them to be! You want them to see how far you’ve come! “I’m not getting married, especially not to Zen’in Naoya. He’s not my boyfriend. I’ve only met him once, actually, and he was the biggest asshole I’ve ever met!”

“You’re getting hysterical for no reason,” your father says dismissively. “I don’t know where your manners went in the last four years, but I know you did something right around the boy if he’s asking to marry you.”

“I’m allowed to be angry when I’m not even given the courtesy of knowing about my own marriage proposal,” you snarl.

Your father shrugs. “Marriage proposals traditionally go through the parents, you know that.”

“You shouldn’t base your opinion of someone after one meeting,” your mother tries to soothe. “But, honey, I need you to really think about your future. They’re a very wealthy clan. They offered the family a…large amount of money. We’re not only going to be taken care of, either. You will be, too. You need that.”

“I can take care of myself! I’ve been doing it for the last four years! Did I not just say that I’ll have my own apartment and a job soon?”

Your father scoffs. “Suguru needs to live his own life. He won’t be taking care of you anymore after graduation.”

“I know you’re doing good right now,” your mother starts while putting her hands on your shoulders. “And I’m so proud of you for that. But I don’t think you understand how much work it is to live on your own. How long before it all gets to be too much for you? I know how you are. You’re going to get overwhelmed. I really doubt that your new job is going to be accommodating to your condition.”

Why does she have to keep doing that? This has always been one of your biggest insecurities. Yes, you’re going to have bad days, but who doesn’t? Maybe you have a lot more than a normal person, but you’ve been doing fine until now. You…yeah, okay, you’ve had Shoko and Suguru to help you, but…you’re prepared! You have a notebook you plan to use to write down all the due dates for your bills when you’ve got the utilities set up.

You’re not helpless.

You…you’re not…

Your mother sees the doubt and keeps hammering it home. “We’re not expecting you to get married so soon, of course not. You should get to know him, though. If you married into this clan, you’d never have to work a day in your life. They have workers on their estate that do all the cleaning. The only thing that you’d have to be is a good wife. Nothing else. You could do your art, I’m sure, as long as it’s not those little drawings you used to do. That might be too much, but you could keep yourself busy with drawing something natural, right? I want you to be taken care of. That’s all your father and I want for you.”

“We’re meeting with them regardless,” your father declares with an air of finality. “They’ve paid for kimonos for you and your mother, a yukata for me, and they’re housing us. It’s the least you can do.”

“It’s going to be so nice,” your mother gushes. “The kimono are beautiful. I can’t wait for you to see the ofurisode that they got for you. Oh, and Naoya’s mother already let me have a peek at the menu. The main course is going to be grilled octopus with a ginger miso butter—”

“Seriously?!”

Satoru’s booming voice echoing in the air has you and your mother yelping. Your father’s eyes narrow at what’s behind you which you can only guess is Satoru stomping back over toward the three of you. His cursed energy is a frenzy, more unstable than you’ve ever seen from him before. You’re not trying to resonate with him, but his rage is palpable. You whip your head around so fast that it puts a crick in your neck, watching as Suguru tries to hold him back, but no one can stop Gojo Satoru when his mind is dead set on something.

“Satoru—” you start in a placating tone, only to be interrupted by him.

“Do you even give a shit about her?” Satoru demands to know of your parents. His stature and fury have your mother scurrying back to your father’s side. Stubborn until the end, your father doesn’t balk at Satoru’s anger. “Seriously? Have you paid any attention to her all these years? If you cared, even a little bit, you’d know that she can’t stand wearing an ofurisode! You’d know that she fucking hates octopus! These are basic facts about her!”

Your father remains indifferent. As a non-sorcerer, it’s not like he can feel Satoru’s cursed energy. And…you suppose that he’s gotten good at ignoring your breakdowns. He’s probably brushing Satoru off as hysterical, too. “Do you expect us to throw these things back in the Zen’in clan’s face?”

“Yes!” Satoru answers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I know how loaded their clan is! Replacing a kimono is just a drop in the bucket! There’s two days to get them to change the menu to something she likes, but I bet you don’t even know what she likes to eat! You don’t know anything about her! Who the fuck do you think you are to show up and talk to her like this? You’re just bulldozing over everything she says, making her think that she’s some helpless maiden that can’t even lift a pinky without hurting herself or some shit!”

Your mother nervously tries to defend herself, “We want what’s—”

“Why are you really doing this?” Satoru continues, completely ignoring her. “Is it the money? Are you just whoring your kid out because they threw a bag of money at you? Because that’s what you’re doing! You can’t come into our world, acting like you know a goddamn thing when you don’t. My clan’s been in a pissing match with them for centuries. We know all their dirty little secrets and those guys would treat her like a glorified baby machine. That’s all women are good for in their eyes. Does that sound like the kinda place you’d want your daughter in?”

“Sounds like you’re biased, then,” your father remarks dryly. Satoru’s flush deepens as his anger only builds in response to your father’s apathy. Your father has that effect on people, yes. “I don’t know you. I don’t know your clan. If your clan has a sliver of the wealth that the Zen’in does, then you can never understand my family. Money is security. It’s freedom.”

“You’re trading her freedom for yours,” Satoru snarls. “You’d have her nail a mask on her face and dance for people that don’t love her and never will. The only ones that would fit in perfectly there are you. You’re all the same, making her feel terrible just because she doesn’t fit your bullshit definition of normal. If you want to be like them so bad, then here.” Satoru flings something directly at your father’s face. The sleek, black credit card that his family gave him when he left for school nails your father right between the eyes. “There’s your freedom. Spend as much as you want. It’s all chump change to me if it gets you to fuck off and get off her back.”

And that’s it. Satoru always makes sure to have the last word. He snatches your hand and you almost trip over your feet trying to keep up with his long, furious strides. Suguru’s parted mouth, probably a reflection of your own, snaps shut. He tries to dodge out of Satoru’s war path, but Satoru grabs Suguru’s hand, too. You can almost see the steam blowing out of his ears and he’s angrily muttering under his breath as he drags you both along behind him.

“Those are your parents, Sketch?” Satoru is disgusted and in disbelief. “How did someone like you come from people like that?”

“Uh…probably because I had Suguru?” He’s closing in on the torii gates. You are not going to let him drag you down those steps like this. It’d be incredibly embarrassing to be a sorcerer and die because you fell down some stairs. “Satoru, I know you’re upset but please calm down. I’m going to fall and break my neck.”

Suguru doesn’t even give Satoru the chance to stop himself. Suguru grabs you by the back of your collar to hold you steady as he forcibly stops and brings Satoru with him. Suguru drops his hold of your collar, big hand spreading out across the back of your neck, sliding down to the small of your back.

“Are you okay?” Suguru asks quietly.

Familiarity is such an odd thing, you realize suddenly. No, that’s not it. Because you spent more time with your parents than Satoru and Suguru, technically. So, what is it that makes their presence a comfort while such a brief encounter with your parents only brought dread and distress? It felt invasive when your mother hugged you so suddenly, but you crave more of Suguru’s touch. Just your mother so close had you on edge, but Satoru and Suguru both are pressed in close, and it just feels like home to you.

You want Satoru to warp you all back to Suguru’s apartment and curl up in Suguru’s bed with both of them against you. And you know that they’d do it. They’d be happy to exist with you, no expectations of you talking to them the rest of the night because they understand talking is hard for you when you’ve had a really bad day. It doesn’t bother them when you cry. They’d hold you if you asked them to or they’d busy themselves by reading or gaming if you didn’t want to be touched. They just get it. They get you.

This is what it feels to be known.

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly because your heart is so full up. “Just…tired. I think I want to nap until it’s time to pick the girls up from school.”

“I’m breaking out the PlayStation and playing Resident Evil Two while you do!” Satoru declares with a huff. “I need something to kill!”

You chuckle. “Just go blow up a curse.”

“Like I’m leaving you alone! Give me more credit than that!”

You knew it. You just really wanted to hear him say it.

Graduation is weird at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

For everyone else in the country, the third year is supposed to be your last. And, technically, in the eyes of Japan, you have graduated. But in the jujutsu world, the official graduation ceremony happens in your fourth year. There’s an option to leave after the third year, for those who decide that sorcery isn’t for them or if they feel that they’re ready to walk the sorcerer path on their own. Those people don’t have a ceremony. They’re sent on their way with their diploma.

Most opt for the fourth year, obviously. It’s spent with steadily increasing assignments and slowly decreasing supervision. Not to mention that it gives you time to prepare for the life of an adult. Apartment hunting in Tokyo might be more difficult than actual sorcery, so you get a year to build up enough for a deposit while finding a place to live.

In the months leading up to your March graduation, it’s…actually been a relatively normal experience that you expect any other high schooler in Japan to go through.

Other than the deadly curses and marriage proposal thing.

That offer in December fell through. You’d been a little heartbroken about it, but you and Shoko kept at it, and each found your own apartment. Satoru, of course, already had something waiting for him courtesy of his clan. Out of your friend group, he’s the furthest away in terms of distance. No one can afford to live in his part of the city. You’re the closest to Shoko which Satoru and Suguru were not happy about. You and she are a walk away from each other while you’ve got to take a train to get to Suguru and Satoru.

Suguru, incredibly intelligent and having almost finished his third year before he dropped out, manages to get his high school diploma before it’s time for the university entrance exams. It’s still disorienting to think that he and Satoru are going to be teachers. All your best friends keep nudging you to go to school with them, get an art degree. You respectfully decline. Your high school diploma is doing you just fine. You’ve already met with headquarters to hash the details of your upcoming job.

Here you are, at the start of adulthood, and it’s a surreal experience.

The official ceremony is small and quick. There are only three of you, after all. All the higher-ups are in attendance and some other high-ranking sorcerers. Shoko’s parents, still in their scrubs, are in the little crowd. Satoru’s, too, and some of the other Gojo elders. In the back is Suguru and Utahime with a gaggle of children with them. They’re all still skittish around each other, so the twins stick to Suguru while Tsumiki and Megumi linger with Utahime until the ceremony is over and then they’re both at your side.

Between all the congratulations and the gift giving, you lose track of Satoru until he sends you a message asking you to meet him somewhere private.

The campus only has one cherry blossom tree, situated by a koi pond. It’s one of those spots on campus that are meant to promote meditation. No one spends much time at it, though, because…well, a group of friends hanging out at one tree is kind of lame. It’s also an excuse to go down into the city to have a cherry blossom viewing party.

For two people, though, this one tree is more than enough.

“Are you okay?” This is the umpteenth time today that you’ve asked him this question.

And, for the umpteenth time today, Satoru lies with a nervous, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

That’s what you’d like to know, damn it. Satoru has been like this all day long. A bundle of nervous energy. Fidgeting and leg bouncing so fast that he rattles the tables he’s sitting at. He didn’t even make a scene during the graduation ceremony! It was a shock to everyone. Kento, who stuck around after receiving his diploma because he’s opting for early graduation, asked you and Shoko if Satoru was alright.

Frustratingly, you think that Shoko knows what’s up with him. She’s watched him with amused eyes, tracking his movements, and smirking if he ever catches her staring. They’ve had so many unspoken conversations with those looks. And she won’t spill the beans! She’s downright chipper! And when you told her that you were headed to talk to him, you swear that she’d been downright vibrating from excitement. It was, frankly, a little terrifying.

Since no one else is around, you feel like you can freely speak. “Satoru, even without my technique, you’re smothering everyone with your nervous energy.” His shoulders practically climb up to his reddening ears. “I don’t want to come off as pushy,” you quickly add. “I’m…worried, is all.”

“Just…gimme a second,” is all he says before he starts pacing.

You blink. Because wow. He is really nervous. Have you ever seen him this outwardly anxious before? Your mouth opens, closes, but you don’t know what to say. All you can settle on is, “Um…okay…”

Minutes pass by with it going like that—Satoru pacing back and forth, stopping occasionally to nervously run a hand through his hair. He’s not panting, per se, but his chest is rising and falling a little quicker than normally. You’re genuinely worried that he’s on the verge of a panic attack. The darkening of his cheeks and tips of his ears definitely don’t ease that concern, either. At around the five-minute mark, he yanks his sunglasses off, shoving them in his pocket, so you can outright see the nervous glances he shoots you.

This breaks you—even though you told yourself that you’d give him the time he asked for. Your nerves have reached their critical breaking point.

“Sa—”

Satoru puts his foot down. Literally. Stomps on the ground as he turns to face you with a shout that startles you. “I want to take you on a date!” His fists are clenched tight, and his chest is puffed out. The stance he takes is almost…aggressive. As if he’s about to attack you. Completely at odds with what he said before and what he says next. “A romantic date!”

To make sure that Satoru totally cements his seriousness in this matter, he practically rips the second button off his blazer, stomps forward, and shoves it into your hand. Blush now spreading to his entire face, he guides your fingers to close around the button, unable to meet your gaze as he does. Then, he carefully steps away, staring down at the ground, fists balling up again as he waits on you to reply.

Even someone like you, clueless about subtleties and social rules, understands what this signifies. The buttons of a student’s blazer are symbols. The top is the self. The third is your best friend. But the second, the one closest to the heart, is meant for the one you like the most. Romantically, like Satoru said.

Clutching the button against your chest, you quietly ask, “You…like me?” It’s important that you clarify this. You need to know that he understands what this second button and giving it away means. “You want to date me? Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Satoru whispers. “I…” He hesitates. Such a rare thing from him. “I really like you.” He glances away. “I get it…if you don’t like me in the same way. We…you’re still my best friend, even if you reject me. And…um…if you need more time to think about it—”

“Yes,” you blurt without a second thought. His head snaps up, eyes wide with shock. Before he can ask what that means, because his lips are already parting, you rush to clarify. “Yes, I want to go out on a date with you.” Your other hand flies up so both of them are keeping his given button pressed to your chest.

“You’re…you’re not doing it because it’s what you think I want…right?”

“No,” you answer softly after navigating your racing thoughts and feelings. “I really want to.”

Satoru takes a cautious step toward you. “Okay, but…but you’re allowed to change your mind!” It is both a heartwarming and bewildering experience, watching the blossoming hope in his eyes warring with his anxious mind. “And, uh, we’ll wait until after we move into our new places! If you get too…y’know…flustered seeing me then I don’t have to help you like I said! I can have some people from the Gojo estate—”

You’re hot all over, buzzing with a giddiness that you’ve never felt before. Are you sure you’re not the one that’s going to be too flustered, you want to ask him. You resist the urge. It took him a lot of courage. He’s absolutely been in his head all day long. His heart rate needs some time to recover after this. “As long as you’re okay with it, I still want you to help.”

Satoru collapses on the bench next to you, exhaling so loudly that it startles you. He hunches over, elbows on his knees, hanging his head. “Good,” he wheezes while doing a thumbs-up. “That’s awesome.”

“That’s awesome,” you agree as giggles burst free from your chest.

You never stop clutching that button to your chest.

[danikamariewrites]

could i request one with rhys x reader with him being a MASSIVE simp for reader, like rhys is in a meeting at the NC and he is so irritated. Reader comes in bc she’s needy and doesn’t care ab the others there she needs rhys. his eyes soften when he sees her enter the meetingroom, she sits on his cock and rhys is irritated that the others are looking/stopped talking and says

”what are you looking at, keep going😒”

Meetings With You (SMUT)

Rhys x reader

A/n: this is my favorite “trope” anon so thank you for requesting it bc I haven’t thought of it yet and now I’m disappointed in myself🫣 like as soon as I saw this request I had to write it

Warnings: smut, daddy kink

Rhys was perpetually bored. This meeting was going on for far too long. Kier was clearly dragging things out hoping to get what he wanted. Or hoping that Rhys would get bored of him and compromise. He didn’t like staying in the manor at the Court of Nightmares for long. Especially when you were with him. Rhys never wanted to put you harms way.

Truthfully, he wanted to be with you right now. The last time he saw you was early this morning when he kissed you goodbye as you slept. Rhys would’ve brought you to this meeting but he knows how much you hate being around Kier and he’d never make you uncomfortable.

The room finally fell into a lull as everyone collected their thoughts and whispered amongst each other. Rhys was about to lean over to whisper something to Azriel when a knock sounded at the office door. He rolled his eyes, flicking his wrist to let the door slowly creak open.

When you see everyone sitting around the meeting table you drop your head a little and start to fidget with your fingers. You look at Rhys through your lashes, all the stress seemed to,have left his body the second he laid eyes on you. You were so cute when you got all shy and quiet. “Sorry,” you mumble, “I’ll just go.”

Before you could leave Rhys was up and cleared the room in a few strides, gently taking your hands and kissing across your knuckles. “You have nothing to be sorry for, darling.” He purred with a small smile. “What can I do for you?” You scanned the room behind him, catching Kier roll his eyes at the back of Rhys’ head. “Hey,” his smooth voice echoed in your head. Your gaze snapping back to him. “Don’t worry about them. They don’t matter. You matter. Now, what did you need me for princess?”

“Just missed you. And wanted to be with you.” You gave him a small smile that he returned. “Would you like to sit with me? It shouldn’t be much longer anyways.” You nod and Rhys leads you over to his seat. He pulls you onto his lap wrapping an arm around. Rhys traces circles on your lower back with his fingers while you rest your head on his shoulder, making yourself comfortable.

You can feel eyes on you. You move slightly to look around but Rhys keeps you held firmly to his body. “Let’s continue shall we. And don’t stare gentlemen, it’s rude.” Dark power flickers in his eyes as the males quickly turn the attention to anywhere but you. Kier and one of the governors begin bickering and you feel Rhys tense under you.

You start tracing patterns on his chest, moving your eyes to gaze up at him. “I lied earlier.” You whisper in his mind. Those stunning violet eyes flicker down to you, then back up. “About what princess?” “I didn’t just want to sit with you. I need you. Need you inside me.” Your needy tone catches Rhys off guard, letting it show in his face.

He quickly throws a shield up to mask your scents as you move to straddle him, burying your face in his neck to leave small seductive kisses, and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Please daddy, want your cock so bad.” Rhys bites his lip to hold back his moan. You feel the bulge in his pants rub against your thigh. “Fuck princess. I’ll give you what you want but you have to stay still.” You nod against his neck.

Rhys reaches his hands down to undo his pants, freeing his cock. He pushes your skirt up your thighs so you can sink down on him easily. “No panties? My naughty princess.” A tiny moan slips through your lips as you fully sit on Rhys’ cock. You hear the conversation stop for a second and then continue as if nothing interrupted the males political discussion.

“What are your thoughts High Lord?” One of the governors asks Rhys. You don’t even hear his answer. You’re too engrossed in the pleasure of him just being inside you. Of being able to wrap yourself around him. You mindlessly start to grind your hips down on him. Rhys grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turn white. He bucks his hips into yours, signaling you to stop.

But you feel like testing the waters today. So you lean back a little. Bringing your palms to cup the back of his neck, moving your hips at an agonizing pace. Even lifting a little off his cock. Rhys scoops you back to his chest, you felt his chest vibrate from the growl he let out.

Rhys decided if you weren’t going to play fair neither would he. He lifts you by the back of your thighs so you’re just barley kneeling. Rhys starts to quickly fuck into you. He can tell your holding back your moans and he doesn’t like that. “C’mon princess, let them know how good daddy is making you feel.” A loud moan escapes you.

You can once again feel everyone’s eyes on you. “Is there anything?” Rhys snaps, “or can you leave us?” One of the braver advisors cleared his throat, “Y-yes my lord. Err, the-the-“ “Spit it out.” He yells, pulling you back down to sit on him again.

You let out a satisfied hum. The only thing on your mind is how good Rhys feels buried inside you. You can feel your juices dripping down your thigh, making a mess on his pants. Fuck, you just wanted him to throw you on the table and never stop thrusting into you. You press your face deeper into his neck as the conversation drones on. Rhys’ scent making you feel relaxed and feral for him at the same time. He strokes the back of your head as it to say ‘soon princess’.

“Is that truly all? Or do you have more pointless agendas to bother me with today Kier?” Chairs scrape against the floor signaling the meeting was finally over. They filed out, Cassian and Azriel leaving last. Rhys stood and laid you out on the long table. His cock still inside you. “Now where we’re we princess?” His signature feline grin gracing his lips.

[minisugakoobies]

Paradise Chapter 14 - Teaser | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Teaser Warnings: reference to blow jobs

Teaser Word Count: 859 (actual chapter TBD)

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

A/N: Helloooooo… sorry it's taking so long for the next update. Here's a little peek at how the chapter begins. Can you believe we're coming up on 2 YEARS since this started?? 😳 Wild. Thank you for hanging on! 💕

(This chapter is still in progress, so this is subject to change!)

Paradise Main Masterlist 💜 Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜 

Turns out that impulsiveness looks pretty good on you. 

Or so you think to yourself, catching your reflection in the mirror of the men’s room as you leave Jungkook to collect himself after giving him the best blow job of his life (your words - although, based on the look on his face as you’d swallowed, you might not be far off). 

You hadn’t planned on dragging him into the bathroom like that, but upon seeing him walk out onto the terrace in that grey belted suit, looking like an absolute dream, well, you simply could not help yourself.

You also hadn’t meant to tell him you missed him last night. But you had, because you did. God, when had you turned into this - this massive simp? It was only yesterday morning that you’d woken up in Jungkook’s embrace. You’d barely spent 24 hours apart - so why were you so desperate to get back into his arms?

Of course, none of this matters right now. There are only minutes to go before the ceremony begins, and you need to pull your head out of the clouds and get back to Jennie and the others. Starting by escaping the men’s room sight unseen.

“YN!” 

Or not.

As soon as you close the door, you hear Jin’s voice calling to you. He’s standing at the other end of the little hallway, near the entrance to the reception room.

“Hey,” you reply, trying to be the most nonchalant you’ve ever been in your life, as if you weren’t just gagging on Jungkook’s dick in a public bathroom. 

Jin smiles as you approach, but there’s a gleam in his eye that makes you nervous, and you’re so busy trying to come up with a valid excuse for why he saw you emerging from the men’s room that you apparently forget how to walk, trip over the hem of your gown, and crash directly against his chest. 

“Easy, tiger!” he laughs, arms locking around your back as he helps you stand back upright. “I’m used to ladies throwing themselves at me, but only you’ve taken it literally.” 

You roll your eyes, but you’re pretty sure he’s not lying about fighting off admirers, given that he looks like a supermodel in his crisply tailored tuxedo. His bowtie is a little crooked thanks to being squashed by your face during your ungainly landing, so you gently fix it, and Jin thanks you with a soft grin. 

“I left my glasses at home, so tell me - did I just see you leav-” Jin suddenly stops in the middle of his sentence, his gaze drifting over your shoulder. “Oh. Nevermind, I see.” He takes a step back, arms falling from your waist.

Another hand slips into yours. 

Jungkook didn’t wait very long before following you out of the restroom. He squeezes your hand as you glance at him, but he stares directly at Jin, nostrils flaring slightly, eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly as if - as if -

Oh, shit. 

“You left this behind, jagiya.” Jungkook turns to you, his face shifting into a softer expression as he produces your clutch like some sort of trophy. You must’ve left it on the counter. “Did you want me to hold it during the ceremony?” 

Your brain is lagging severely at the moment, trying to process two major facts at once. Fact one: Jin obviously realized that you were with Jungkook in the bathroom. Fact two: you completely forgot to tell Jungkook that Jin would be at the wedding. Which, given the events of the last 24 hours, it’s understandable that it slipped your mind, but this isn’t how you’d expected to officially introduce them. 

On top of that, Jungkook has asked you a question. And is now waiting for an answer, while Jin watches in polite silence. 

“Um. Yes. Sorry, yes, can you keep an eye on it for me?” 

Jungkook nods, tucking the clutch into his jacket and patting it lightly. “Of course,” he says, nodding solemnly, as if you’d just asked him to protect precious goods and not a cheap bag full of tissues and mints. 

Jin clears his throat lightly. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, Jin, this is Jungkook, Jungkook, Jin.” 

Of all the ways for these two to meet, this might not be the most embarrassing, but it’s definitely up there. There’s still a bit of Jungkook’s taste lingering on your tongue as the two men shake hands, Jin wincing slightly. 

You try to quickly fill Jungkook in. “Jin’s the best man.” 

“Sure am.” Jin grins. 

“He and Yoongi grew up together,” you add, ignoring Jin’s little interjection, knowing that Jungkook didn’t miss it based on the way his jaw flexes violently, as if he’s gnashing his teeth. 

“Nice to meet you, Jungkook. That’s quite a grip you have there.” Jin slides his hands into his pockets. “YN’s told me a little about you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Jungkook replies, inclining his head slightly. His hand returns to yours, fingers locking firmly. “Wish I could say the same, but YN never mentions you.” 

You try to control your face as you look at Jungkook. What did he just say?

© 2021-22-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Please do not repost or steal.

[starwarsbundle]

Pt. 3. TBB Headcannons they probably deserve.

Doesn’t matter if it’s been a couple of days since I last watched some Bad Batch (cause I’m procrastinating. What? You ask? I DON’T KNOW, PROCRASTINATION HITS OKAY)

But. That Fine(tm) Batch are still the majority of my thoughts.

Anyhoo, I felt like doing Crosshair today. As of yet, he hasn’t really grown on me (I respect y’all Crosshair simps, but am still confused). But I want to do Headcannons on him regardless.

Crosshair is the youngest sibling. No, not Wrecker, Crosshair. I specifically think it goes age wise - Echo, Tech, Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair. (Hunter just has massive Big Sibling energy.) And I know for a fact that younger siblings have a favourite older sibling they want the attention of (*speaks from experience*) and Crosshair’s older sibling is Hunter. He just wants Hunter’s attention and appreciation - but doesn’t know how to communicate it well.

Is a Drama Queen(tm). FIGHT ME. HE IS. following on from the sibling thing, as a cadet he probably did the most outrageous and absurd things to get Hunter’s attention. That calmed a LITTLE as he grew up, but not too much. Now he does outrageous sh$t because he can.

Doesn’t like being alone. Being alone gives him the Big Sad. He won’t ever say so - but he loves his brothers’ company with a passion. And he really just wants to have them back after he joins the Empire.

Being Snarky is his way of showing he loves his brothers. (Mans has issues, we know). Tech knows this to be a fact because his first subjects of study were his brothers; and so he has learned each of their specific ways of showing affection. Sometimes Crosshair IS just being a sarcastic sourpuss, but Tech knows the difference. Hunter (sort of) does, and Wrecker was always happy to love his baby brother anyway.

Crosshair would absolutely wear black fishnet gloves with black painted nails. (He probably let Omega paint them but doesn’t talk about it).

His hair (when it grows, mind you) is actually pretty curly. He has a habit of straightening it. Obsessively, so no one knows he has it.

Definitely listens to “The Game” by the Starbenders. Can sing it word-for-word, and does it rather well, too.

Is secretly terrified of doing wrong by Echo. (The Batch is young by Reg standards). Crosshair absolutely had a Moment when he learned Echo was to join the team. (An original reg from the war?! 😲 *le gasp*) He sees Echo as a figure that represents so much he aspires to be - almost a celebrity figure. If Crosshair was (and we know he was) ever a little sh$t in his way of saying he looked up to Hunter, by comparison he treats Echo with a guarded respect none of his other brothers get.

Was Tech’s original little helper. Hence, how he can predict the Batch’s movements based on what decisions Tech was likely to make.

Sometimes listens to synthwave music when he misses Tech.

Cries. A LOT. this pairs up with his being alone issues. Never cries in public though. Mans just wants his brothers back.

Is definitely the clingiest of the Batch, even compared to Wrecker. AND, loves hugs. Like, looks and sounds like a porcupine, but melts to hugs. Will not pull away first.

Crosshair seems like a porcupine but is really a sad hamster. Dude needs a break.

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Heyyyy…

hey im still figuring out what i wanna be called but for now u can call me Jamie if u want I’m genderfluid as fuck [they/she/he or whatever idegafatp]

some typa aroace spectrum probs grayace & demiromantic also omniromantic - in general I have nothing figured out

so a simp w like a slight preference for men ig but kinda ace most of the time but sometimes very not

neurospicy bitch

writing request status: OPEN FOR MICROFICS RN

I’m a rosekiller loverrr but also a multi shipper so u never know what ur gonna see ig [but probably Rosekiller, Wolfstar, Dorlene, Starchaser maybe some sunkiller if I’m in the mood etc] for the record just bc I don’t ship smth doesn’t mean I support hating it even as a joke [translation: prongsfoot is chill leave them be]

if u don’t like smth, just ignore it, if u send me hate I’ll reply w shitty jokes probs

my dream job is to be an actor [screen actor specifically]

Media I like:

Fav TV stuff: Challengers, Gravity Falls, Cruella, 10 things I hate about you, into the spiderverse

Fav author is @neil-gaiman also that man is my idol so I’ll probs reblog him a shit ton [do u think he’ll like…mind that I tagged him? Sorry if this bothered u Neil!!!] Music [uhhh changes all the time tbh but for rn]: The Neighbourhood, Olivia Rodrigo, Conan Gray [Kid Krow phase rn], Chappell Roan, Renée Rapp, Green day, Ricky Montgomery, NOAHFINNCE, MARINA and Hozier

Spider-Man. Fucking love Spider-Man.

One thing to note about me tho: obvi I love recommendations but I find starting literally any new forms of media really fucking daunting for no reason [this is everything: songs, movies, books etc]

e.g. I fucking love spider verse but I still haven’t watched movie 2, same w latest season of young royals, same with even like ONE song alone I find it rlly hard and really scary

so if u give me recommendations and I don’t get back to u about them for ages it’s not bc I forgot or i was ignoring u but bc I find it scary so pls be patient :)

also same w please don’t like assume I’m knowledgeable about like any of the music artists I named earlier bc tbh I don’t rlly listen to artists I listen to songs [im still a fan of a lot of music artists ofc but the artists I listen to ≠ the artists I’m a fan of]

HI! welcome to my crazy blog, I love making friends im not at all scary I promise :D

Btw my inbox is ALWAYS open for spam, ship ramblings [even if it’s not smth I ship], info dropping about ur hyperfixations, venting, questions etc. [the only thing is no illegal ships bc it will be ignored] also sorry pre warning im shit with the inbox chains [‘send this to ten people who…’] so often I won’t answer those sorry, anything else I will make sure to answer but the chains I sometimes just forget about sorryyy

Barty Crouch Jr & James Potter kinnie

got a FAT crush on Evan Rosier [he’s the loml he just doesn’t know it yet] and also a crush on Dorcas Meadowes

I write sometimes:

I fell for you like glitter on stage - rosekiller band au, this was a microfic series on tumblr that I posted on ao3 for convenience [words: 4548] [this is my fav thing I’ve ever written lol]

we are all just prisoners here of our own device - Jegulus, a oneshot on ao3 based on the song ‘hotel California’ by the eagles. [Words: 6162]

Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? - ON HIATUS. Roman Empire Jegulus au with side Rosekiller, Wolfstar and Pandalily on ao3 [words: 6141] [currently I don’t want to write Jegulus - the hyperfixation hath faded]

also I’m in a marauders RP as Barty and u shld follow it bc we’re all super cool and funny and amazing and awesome and yeah @bartythebabygorljr

tags you’ll see on my page:

me and my old black biro > writing tag

Im in love with that Rosier boy > [this is a new one] me having a massive crush on Evan Rosier

the most boring soap opera > my life tag

I have an online diary called @miseryoforpheus if ur fascinated by my charming and irresistible personality

[The song at the bottom of my intro post changes all the time depending on how I’m feeling]

THIS BLOG SUPPORTS PALESTINE

THIS BLOG STANDS WITH UKRAINE

THIS BLOG THINKS JK ROWLING HAS A NEGATIVE QUANTITY OF BRAINCELLS

[starleska]

I’m not the one who sent the Ramón Salazar ask, unfortunately, but I DID just so happen to have a dream about him (or containing “him”) this morning if it’s any consolation. Almost certainly bc of you posting about him <3 bc, as per usual, I don’t even go here. Almost certainly inaccurate bc, as per usual, I don’t even go here. But he was there!

He just sort of manifested from smoke into my house and kidnapped! MY YOUNGER SISTER! He used some kind of mind control and she ran into the night off and disappeared into a massive cornfield by my own family’s farm, and I took off after her. Ramón didn’t try to stop me. He just spectated.

He didn’t say much to me, even when I found her in a building and discovered she wouldn’t leave captivity because of some magic or mind control, but about midway through my strange journey into the night to find a way to free her, he remarked:

“I must admit…you’ve piqued my interest. I didn’t think much of you before, but watching you go after your sister…hm…things have changed.”

Now…to my moral credit… I was focused on getting her back, I was ready to brawl, I was plotting, I was Leon Kennedy-ing it up or whoever goes after Ramón for whatever reason. I didn’t think anything about the statement then. 

It wasn’t until after I woke up and started documenting the dream in my little dream journal when I was like

…I have nothing for down bad accusations or ego accusations but to my credit again… A TRADE MAY HAVE SAVED HER MUCH FASTER JUST SAYING-

(I did get her back btw, rather easily. Idk how bc it happened over DREAM TIMESKIP. Smh, missed all the action. But me and my family did destroy a building he was keeping her in before I rescued her and before I “got rid of him”…whatever that meant)

!!!!!!!!!!!! DID YOU REALLY?!?!?! oh my god you LUCKY duck please tell me your secrets, i want to have a Ramón dream!!! 🙈💖💖💖 but oh my gosh i am so sorry for the horrifying circumstances of your dream!! though, that is very on-brand for Ramón...i'm afraid your poor sister was about to be infected with a parasite 💀 i can't believe that Dream Ramón was setting you up!!! to test you, perhaps - see if you'd be a worthy follower? perhaps even worthy of taking Las Plagas? 👀

dfgfdsdfg 'to my moral credit' i'm so proud of you for not simping while a family member is danger...but now she's fine, you can be as morally bankrupt as you please!!! 🥳🥳🥳 and there's a certain small castellan with a devilish smile who's terribly eager to meet you again...😉 it's a good thing that Ramón is so infatuated with you, however...by all accounts, he's not the sort of man you'd want to cross 🙈💖 not only is he horrendously cruel, that castle of his is stuffed full of traps which can send even the most attentive of intruders plummeting to their doom and horrifically impaled...but isn't that reassuring? Ramón will take care of you, his amorcito~ 🫠💖 and, you know...if you're taken by that nasty streak of his...he's known to mock his enemies as they fight him, taunting them as they 'dance': "Ahaha! ¡Qué bonito, qué bonito! You dance the bolero superbly!" and "Was that an act of defiance? Against me!? Hahahaha! You are simply precious, you small, small man!" 🥴💖 (dfgfdfg i'm glad you were able to get her back in the dream!! perhaps Ramón was feeling generous :3c after all, he doesn't want his dulzura to be anxious, now does he? 😉)

[soulshield39]

A compilation of things I have said while playing the Thousand Year Door Remake and talking to myself:

Spoilers ahead

Prologue and Chapter 1:

“THE THOUSAND YEAR DOOOOR! THE THOUSAND YEAR DOOR IS REEEEAAAAAAL

“Koopas are people too.”

“Gay. Gay. Homosexual. Gay.”

“I found the peach fankoopa and my mind’s eye gave him comic book guy’s voice”

“How does Koops’ hoodie work with his shell?”

“NAKED GRANDMA!” (During the thwomp quiz)

*doodlebob noises*

“I can defend Goombas having hair. Mushrooms can have hairlike features (see Lion’s Mane mushrooms). Mushrooms also have mycelium which is threadlike and can be compared to hair. Goombas are also mushrooms and therefore more related to animals than plants. Conclusion; goombas are mammalian. How koopa hair?”

“I don’t like Ms Mowz height compared to Mario especially during the kiss”

“YOU EAT PEOPLE”

“MY HEAAAAAARRRRT”

“What is my purpose” “You simp for a human” “Oh my god.”

“Oh my god I just remembered the most lovely animated game grumps moment”

“To egg or not to egg. That is the question.”

“A thought has occurred to me that the hair on koopas is probably more like thin spines that resemble hair, possibly being like quills on a porcupine (used to administer poison to something that tries to grab it). Or potentially because reptiles and birds are so similar (this is also true of Koopas given some can be born with wings) their hair is more like feathers that are thin enough to resemble hair”

“I just think baby yoshi with down feathers to keep warm is adorable “

Chapter 2

“Also met Flurry and my mind’s eye gave her Rarity’s voice”

“This tree is NOT osha regulated”

“…who’s gonna tell bowser that this isn’t princess peach-“

“That’s not very cash money of you, Kammy.”

Chapter 3

“…I hate gambling.”

“Who do ya need me to kill?”

Flurry expresses uncertainty. “I’m liking the sound of this, who do we have to kill?”

“This is the ugliest room I have ever seen, my eyes are bleeding”

“I just realized that this is Rock Hawk’s locker room. thERE IS CARPET IN IT! NOOOO”

“Have to pick between Kringus or Child Soldier for Yoshi Name”

“I went with C.S. Short for Child Soldier”

“I smell a coverup.”

“I don’t trust this fedora wearing goon. I know his secret already it’s a matter of the characters learn it”

“…is rawkhawk stupid?”

“He just blatantly admitted to cheating in front of a massive audience, cameras and probably the entire world.”

Chapter 4 (favorite so far)

“I barely started and the people being turned into pigs is genuinely freaking me out”

And I’m also sad because I gave a mother a peach item so she can feed her children because she can’t afford food. And then she turned into a pig. I’m freaked out.”

“That Doopliss bastard is going to pay for his mass mutilation.”

“Doopliss your prank idea sucks and you don’t know what irony means. Irony would be them being constantly gloomy but then being horrifyingly happy to an unnerving degree”

“Thanks goombella. I saved your mycelium skin from creeps. Thanks, Koops, I literally saved your dad. Thanks, Flurrie, I returned your prized necklace. Thanks, Child Soldier, I RAISED YOU!”

“I do love how his thumbs up could just be a weird middle finger”

The game letting me name Doopliss “BASTARD” and “Cunt”

“But god crow conversation is dull.”

“I know the smart idea is to just leave but I can never pass up the chance to call Doopliss a plank”

Side note, I am American, I just think Plank is a funny insult.

Chapter 5

“Professor Frankly you’re not supposed to break the fourth wall.”

“‘By default! My favorite way to win!’ -Luigi Mario, 2004, probably”

*whisper* “i know who you aaaare.”

“My wife died while I was on a voyage.” “That’s rough, buddy.”

“Flavio… bro. S.S. means Steam Ship.”

*me doing my best peter griffin impression* “ghosts”

*titanic recorder music*

“Mario like ‘mama fucker. I forgot my extensive duct tape and cling wrap collection. If we’re hungry enough we eat Flavio first.’”

“I told you lot to kill and butcher flavio for when we’re starving. Now he’s picking fights?!”

“Pussies.”

“That was the plan, Moinseur Deficit!”

“I hit the whacka and I’m wondering if I killed him-“

“…Bobbery has a mouth?”

“Hey, you, you’re finally awake”

“We hate you too, Flavio.”

“We’re piratin’ boys!”

“I gotta eat the science dude that’s a bad”

“Oh no, Hayzee what did Mr. Bottom Bunk’s clumsiness do to you?”

“Honestly Luigi, I think Grass was the role safest for everyone involved-“

Chapter 6 so far:

“boy I love getting caught up with the mafia in my family friendly mario games”

“When did you become british??”

“Have you ALWAYS been British??”

“That’s a terrible name. How about ‘Soup’s Fucked?’”

“Now back to my hunch! Hmmmmmmm”

“More like ace defective.”

“At the risk of immodesty you look quite ‘kick the baby’ shaped”

“Alright, Shuichi Saiharain’t”

“…that’s sexist.”

Expect a reblod with more statements of varying degrees of humor.

[iamshay]

X and Creator Program: A Platform Built on Lies and Botting problem

Why I’m Cancelling X After March

I’m done with paying X. I don’t see the point in continuing to pay for a platform that is blatantly robbing its users- taking money straight out of our pockets to fund frauds who bot their accounts. These so-called "creators" are raking in cash, not because they provide value, but because they game the system, and X enables it. That doesn’t sit right with me.

Starting in April, X is hiking the price of Premium+ yet again, pushing the cost past $40 in some regions. And for what? I’d rather invest in AI software that actually benefits me long-term than continue to fund Elon Musk’s billionaire schemes. He’s making sure his money stays untouched while regular users get scammed. Meanwhile, X’s staff- especially these Indias staff or guys in their 20s simping - turn a blind eye to the rampant botting and fraud.

The Lie of "Premium+" and Free Speech

X markets Premium+ as the highest-priority tier, promising an ad-free experience and better engagement. But let’s be real- they’re lying. Shadowbanning, deboosting, and algorithmic suppression are happening right under our noses. Calling this a "free speech platform" while unfairly demonetizing critics? Make it make sense.

If Elon Musk is silencing users for speaking their minds- whether through bans, demonetization, or algorithmic suppression- then it’s not free speech. It’s selective censorship. And yet, the price keeps rising, with the excuse that it’s funding Grok AI and supporting creators. But let’s break down what we’re actually paying for:

The Real Reasons Behind the Price Hike

Ad-Free Experience – X claims that Premium+ removes all ads for a better user experience. But at what cost? More money for a site that is actively exploiting its users.

Enhanced Features – The so-called "exclusive tools" like Radar (duh we got linkedin which is free btw (for spotting trends) and priority support are just gimmicks also you get ignored and bot respond. Meanwhile, Grok AI isn’t offering anything groundbreaking that free AI tools can’t do. chatgpt

Support for Creators – X wants us to believe we’re funding "quality content creators." In reality, we’re just paying people who manipulated the system by botting their followers, impressions, and likes.

Streaming Behind a Paywall – In a move that shows just how desperate X is to milk every last dollar from users, they’ve even locked live streaming behind Premium+. Imagine calling yourself the "future of free speech" while putting basic content creation behind a paywall. It’s laughable.

LET THAT SINK IN. Even YouTube, Twitch, or even the biggest fraud like Rumble don’t charge you to stream on their platform anymore. They removed that restriction because they realized it was suppressing creators and making their platform look embarrassing-especially when there are so many free streaming options available.

So no, we are paying for their free speech- we’re the ones footing the bill for a broken system.

Exposing the Bot Problem

Let’s be honest: a massive chunk of X’s so-called "creators" only made it to the top by botting their engagement. That’s why they cried to Elon to hide likes and impressions- because they don’t want anyone investigating how many bots are inflating their numbers. And X? They’re complicit, refusing to address the issue, which only proves how deep the fraud runs.

Look at the rise of e-girls and other accounts magically pulling in high engagement. Many of them are botting their way into the creator program, securing payouts that honest users will never see. And yet, users are willing to get scammed just to make a few hundred dollars-without realizing they’re being played. It’s pathetic.

The Harsh Truth: X Isn’t Worth It

The saddest part? For many people, X is their only source of income (ehmm GET A JOB). Instead of wasting money on a broken platform has zero integrity and ignore your report when you discover because staff are simping behind doors, they could be investing in AI, learning new skills, and monetizing through crypto or trading just anything. But they’re too busy chasing clout and validations to see the bigger picture.

I don’t care about Grok. I was using ChatGPT to help me code way before Grok even existed. X is a sinking ship there a lot uhappy people that i notice have cancel their premium + , and anyone who still thinks they’re getting a fair deal is just fooling themselves.

Lets that sink the fact they put live stream on paywall is such

Just think about all the lies, and yet you’re still meat-riding X’s staff instead of protesting the price hikes and the fact that your impressions have tanked-even though you’re tweeting just like you always did. They gaslight small creators, making them think it’s their fault, but let’s be real-that analytics data is fake.

You don’t just go from all green to negative overnight while tweeting and engaging the same way. No, that’s intentional. X’s staff is actively suppressing creators they don’t like. They did it to me, and I’ve met plenty of people this year who had solid engagement before suddenly getting buried. It’s not because they changed-it’s because X changed the rules to keep them down.

This kind of gaslighting, making creators feel like they’re the problem, is straight-up messed up.

Do the math. From day one of paying for X, you’ve invested way more than you’ve ever gotten from payouts. This applies to all small creators. You’re essentially handing over money for no reason-funding grifters who blatantly bot their accounts while X robs us blind.

Some people have their checkmarks through affiliate programs or because their business pays for it, but for those actually investing their own money into X, it’s a complete scam. The inflation on X is out of control-I’ve never seen a billionaire as greedy as Elon Musk. Worse, he’s handed control over to 20-something-year-olds who are clearly simps, looking the other way when their favorite creators are botting.

And when you get hit with a generic support message, they tell you they need to speak with another team-because they’re clearly incompetent and have no idea how to figure things out themselves.

I’m not saying all X staff are bad. I’ve been fortunate enough to speak with Dan-he’s actually a super decent guy. Even when something isn’t his responsibility, he listens to small creators, hears them out, and genuinely understands us. Maybe Elon Musk should give him a raise and more power on X. Clearly, these guys in their 20s -virgins are just simps. Let an actual adult man, who’s married have children and won’t simp for anyone but his wife, handle things-he might actually do a better job then whom ever got so much control and power tripping anyone holding them accountable.

The real question is-how much longer will you let yourself get scammed and just accepting it? You want to be door mate? not have balls speak out. They’re already talking about raising prices again in april. So all the money you’re making from payouts? It’s just going right back into paying even more to these frauds and you be buried in algorithm.

X doesn’t care about small creators. The algorithm is always flooded with so-called "big accounts" that are botting, while real creators get buried. You can’t trust this guy’s word. He promised a free checkmark to anyone who gained 2K verified followers, but that didn’t age well. He also said he would push small creators in the algorithm, but all I see are scams, viewbotters, and big accounts. How many lies is it gonna take before you wake the fuck up and speak up?

You’re all letting yourselves be walked all over, and it’s honestly frustrating to watch. It's time to stop being passive and start holding people accountable. The system keeps failing us, but if we don’t speak up, nothing will change.

I’m done. After March, I’m canceling and putting that money into my own pocket, posting on RAD and other AI platforms instead. Myron Gaines was right-if they did that to him, they can do it to anyone. When you don’t follow their narrative, you’re just feeding into their agenda. It's time to stop blindly supporting the broken system.

Twitch is my main platform, but I’ll be streaming on Twitch, Kick, and all my links are in my X bio. I’ll still post on X to announce when I’m live, but I’m branching out and expanding. Catch me across multiple platforms. Just know, I can’t DM you if you have DMs restricted to verified accounts. But you can reach me on IG DMs, or just drop your Telegram or Discord. If not, feel free to DM me and I’ll open the conversation to grab your info. I’m super active on both Telegram and Discord. Telegram is the only free speech platform that doesn’t ask for money. See handsome like Pavlo, he don’t need to chase validation or buy love. or are greedy like Elon increase. Telegram premium i never seen them increase the price that much. Not even meta does that. and they not even self claim free speech platform. Do better Elon and X staff!

Will I be back? Maybe. If it’s convenient for me.😉

Xo.

Shay

[smthabsolutelyunhinged]

~ INTRODUCTION ~

HI MY LOVES, IM EMI <3

she/her. pansexual. cisfem. 18. pisces sun. cancer moon. white. american. INFP. 4w5. hufflepuff. marauders stan. james potter + remus lupin + pandora rosier kinnie. aspiring writer/author. artist. bookworm. music lover. halloween enthusiast. broadway lover. massive fan of anything whimsy/gothic/romantic/etc. at some point i might link my spotify/pintrest, but idk yet.

IMPORTANT INFO UNDER THE CUT <3

*I CANNOT DONATE TO ANYONE. i will reblog if people ask, BUT if i reblog donation requests and it ends up being a scam i will delete the posts. (and if anyone has proof anything is a scam please let me know and i'll take the posts down)*

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please do ~ dm me (please i’ll literally marry you idc, also talk to me i’m cool), asks, anonymous asks, reblog (obviously), comment, like, send me random thoughts/ideas/headcanons/music recs, interact with me in any way that isn’t like hateful/gross/weird (i’ll cry. dont do it. i’ll cry and it’ll be your fault.) {flirting is allowed tho - i’ll flirt back and then marry you, again idc‼️} also moots and anons are allowed (please do) to come up with other nicknames/use petnames/etc {i like them, i’m a chronically depressed, anxious, words of affirmation girlie with family issues, and i like the validation :)}.

please don’t ~ be weird, hateful, creepy, or gross in any way because i will block you immediately, (and release my scary, aggressive, friend *cough cough ace cough cough* on you, and they will bite you (not in a hot and sexy way either)).

<3 shows ~

interview with the vampire. the vampire diaries. criminal minds. one tree hill. the originals. outer banks. the 100. twin peaks. gilmore girls. supernatural. heartstopper. boy meets world. downton abbey. chesapeake shores. daisy jones and the six.

<3 movies ~

pretty woman. mystic pizza. twister (1996). little women (1994/2019). hocus pocus. princess and the frog. the harry potter movies. the hunger games. divergent. twilight. coraline. the nightmare before christmas. notting hill. two weeks notice. a cinderella story (2001). the princess diaries. scream (the og trilogy). st elmos fire. the dark knight. pride and predjudice (2005). the many adventures of winnie the pooh. titanic. five feet apart. pirates of the carribean. captain america: civil war. avengers: infinity war. sense and sensibility. the addams family. the family man.

<3 books ~

daisy jones and the six. if we were villains. the harry potter series. the inheritance games trilogy. shatter me. frankenstein. the picture of dorian grey. warrior cats. tales from redwall series. the hunger games trilogy. divergent trilogy. the twilight saga. the chronicles of narnia. the land of stories. the cheerleaders.

<3 other fandoms & music ~

marauders, one direction, harry styles, taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, lana del rey, ethel cain, michael jackson, hozier, noah kahan, abba, fleetwood mac, chappel roan, olivia rodrigo, daisy jones and the six, the labrinth, the weeknd, childish gambino, shawn mendes, jonas brothers, guns and roses, birdy, etc.. (i can almost always find something to like about music- so i listen to a lot of it aside from whats listed)…

<3 tags ~ i might not have actually added these yet :)

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*there will be individual tags for moots if you want them, so just pick/ask for one, and i’ll assign them <333*

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<3 moots ~ i’ll add more as i get them >:)

@xaviisconfused @dilutedmayowater @therewasnofloorbtw @aesthetic-writer18 @crybabygh0sty @noh07

[just-a-dinomask]

Not what I normally post, but here's something I wrote. Might add a PT 2

Before I start, I'd like to clarify that none of the OC's are self inserts, nor do I simp for Urogi. these characters are not based off of me or anybody I know.

Crimson

He woke up, slowly sitting up. He turned to look at his alarm clock, great, another thing to annoy me, he thought when he saw that he woke up before his alarm again.  It has been almost three months of this, waking up before his alarm even goes off, but too close to going off for him to be able to sleep. He sighed as he got up, his deep, shiny, crimson hair falling over his shoulders, bangs covering his eyes. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and headed to the bathroom.

He entered the room, a bit cramped for him due to his massive size, glaring at his reflection. His pink eyes seemingly glowing, standing out against his skin. He never liked his appearance, not one bit, only because of everybody’s backlash when he was little. His skin was pitch black, except for his white patterns that  layered over his skeleton, except his bottom jaw, in a cartoon like manner. His crimson hair was unnaturally shiny, like gemstones according to his adoptive father. One of the only four who cared about him. “Mrow” “Hm?” he looked down, “Oh, hello Pumpkin” his voice was deep, monotone and over all emotionless, somehow still expressing his tired nature. He bent over and picked up his beloved dead, Urogi gave her to him, despite the fact he was terrified of cats, as a birthday present.

“I thought you had ailurophobia?” he chuckled as he brought the tiny black kitten towards his chest. “I do! I-I just figured that I should get a cat f-for you, because y-you so tired all the time, I-I figured t-that you didn’t have enough e-energy for a dog” Urogi stuttered, rubbing the back of his head with one of his talons, “B-besides, they were going to put her down anyway Crimson!” “Cruel humans,” he scowled. The pitch black cat had bright orange eyes, which he loved, she reminded him of Urogi, in a way, “I’m going to name her Pumpkin” he said as he gently stroked the kitten. “I’m glad you like her, but I’m going to-” “I know, I know,” he reassured Urogi, looking at him. “Bye!” Urogi cheered, flying off, Crimson just waved good-bye, still holding the baby Pumpkin. He closed the door behind Urogi, heading back inside.

“Crimson? Are you awake?” his adoptive sister, Crissa, called. He exited the bathroom, and allowed Pumpkin to jump to the floor. He followed Crissa into the kitchen, keeping a close eye on her, “Dad made breakfast”, Crissa told him. “And Eleissa?” he asked, “Already training with her beloved hatchets” Crissa giggled. Eleissa was never seen without her hatchets, no matter how impractical they were. Crimson sat down at the table, even though he was at least three times bigger than his father, he always ate a lot less than everyone else, prefering to eat something that's about three bites.“So, are you still visiting Hantengu’s today?” his father asked Crimson as he sat down. “Yes Akaza” he answered, before starting to eat his food. Akaza chuckled,”Some days you call me ‘Dad’ some days you call me ‘Akaza’ and others you call me ‘Father’, you can’t make up your mind can’t you?” Akaza always joked about it, sometimes Crimson would call him some odd insult, this Crimson stayed silent. “Get over here you fucking pidgin!!!” Eleissa yelled, followed by the thud of her hatchet as it hit outside of the house. Eleissa poked her head through the kitchen window, which was placed over the sink and surrounded by cabinets, “Sorry Dad!” Akaza sighed, “Did it hit the plumbing again?” “Nope!�� “Then it’s fine, just try to aim away from the house, it already looks abandoned on the outside, we don’t need it to be ruined as well” Akaza scolded her. Crimson had already finished his breakfast, so he got up, put his dishes in the sink, flicked Elessa’s nose, and left the house. He slowly walked along the forest path, moonlight beaming down his face, this is almost as bad as sunlight, almost, he thought, pulling up his hood. He came across the old bridge that stretched over part of a lake. He wasn’t nervous about falling through the bridge, like other people, or demons, his size, but was nervous about Urogis brother, Sekido. He was aware that Sekido hated him, and he didn’t really believe Urogi and his other brothers, Aizetsu and Karaku, when they told him that Sekido was just like that. He walked across the bridge anyway, and bumped into the one Hantengu he didn’t want to. “What are you doing here?” Sekido scowled, Crimson stayed silent, unsure of what to say, “Well? I’m waiting. You wouldn’t be here without a reason, so did you finally come to try and kill us?” Sekido growled, glaring at Crimson, “I’m visiting Urogi” Crimson told him, his voice flat like usual. “And what makes you think that I’ll-” “Crimson!!” Crimson got tackled to the ground by a bird-like demon, wings wrapping around him as playful talons dug into his skin. “Hello Urogi” Crimson said, he barely even stumbled when Urogi tackled him, “I’m so happy to see you again!!” Urogi said as he rubbed his face on Crimsons neck, still latched on, “Urogi!? Contain yourself, you heathen!!” Sekido yelled, Urogi paying no attention to him, just lovingly rubbing his face into Crimson's neck, his wings slightly fluttering. “Your pathetic Urogi. Absolutely pathetic” Sekido growled as he walked off. Urogi continued to hug Crimson, ignoring his brother's comments, “Well that was, something…” Crimson mumbled as he watched Sekido storm off. Crimson turned away from Sekidos direction and walked over to the base of a tree, sitting down. “Are we going to slee- I guess we are,” Urogi chuckled when he saw that Crimson was already napping, “You're a really sleepy guy aren’t you?” Urogi giggled as he moved himself into a more comfortable position, quickly falling asleep.

Thank you for reading! :3

[eros-fixx]

festivities

devilman crybaby | akira fudo x reader 

summary: never trust a devilman during the holidays.

word count: 1.8k

tw/cw: 18+ only, akira is aged up to 21+, mentions of weight gain, phone sex (kind of??), unintentional voyeurism, miki is on the phone talking to you while y’all fuck, so many innuendos, akira is relentlessly horny and a simp

--author’s note: lmao i wrote this last year for christmas and never published it. here u go

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“I have an idea,” Akira starts. 

You spare him an over the-shoulder-glance. You’re bent over the bathroom sink, applying mascara, when he makes his presence known. Sauntering over to you, he cages you to the counter, his hips pressing against your back, his handd curling around your waist. “Fuck the party--let’s celebrate here instead.”

You send Akira an admonishing look in the mirror, and he meets your gaze with a cocky brow. “Seriously? You’re the one who said we’d go. Not to mention we haven’t seen the Makimuras in forever. It’d be rude if you didn’t show up.”

“You can hardly blame me,” he mutters. “What kind of number is this?” His fingers graze your thigh, where your the slip of your dress ends. Truly, it’s hardly enough fabric to be called a proper outfit. Miki was the one who suggested the two of you dress up, and even offered to buy the matching dresses. But you had to do a triple take once the package arrived.

Maybe it’s the extra pounds you packed on during the holidays, or Miki underestimating your measurements. Whatever it is, you’re certain the dress isn’t supposed to look this revealing on you. It hides nothing from the imagination, the red velvet fabric displaying your assets in such a way that you’re a certain you’d make their Christmas party a massive scandal just for showing up in it. You were planning on wearing tights beneath it, and perhaps a cardigan in an attempt to pretend you were somewhat modest in front of your soon-to-be in-laws.

“It’s… an outfit. Is it too much, you think?” you say distractedly, looking for your eyeliner.

Akira’s ever-wandering hand is not distracted, dipping beneath your dress between your thighs, and you hear him let out a low curse once he feels the thin strap of fabric you decided to wear underneath. You half-heartedly shoo his hand away, mumbling a not now, Akira.

In the mirror, you see him pout.

“I think it’s fine. But instead of us going... How about I be your Grinch and steal away Christmas instead?”

You snort, turning around to give him a wry look.

“You can hardly steal something I’m willing to give to you,” you tease.

His gaze darkens. He bites down on his lip, and you have to resist the urge to laugh. Akira is always so easy to rile up, to excite. 

“What else would you be willing to give to me? Right now?” he asks. His hips grind into yours, and you jolt at the feeling of his burgeoning excitement.

You raise a brow. “Are you planning on letting me finish getting ready at least?” 

His mouth crashing onto yours is his answer. It’s a greedy kiss, the kind Akira excels at, the kind that demands every measure of your attention. You melt against him, your hands curling into the wild locks of his hair, dislodging the silly Santa hat you’d asked him to wear.

“All I want for Christmas is you,” he groans once he breaks the kiss, close enough that you can see very clearly the desire written plainly on his face. “On every damn surface of this place.”

“Akira--”

“Preferably naked but…” He bites down on his lip, grinning smugly. Trailing a glance over you. “Red suits you, too.”

In the next moment, Akira hoists you onto the bathroom counter, sending your makeup and various products scattering. You have a half a mind to complain, but then his lips are on yours again, and every thought flies out the window. You whimper into the kiss, and he growls.  

He departs from you suddenly, his gaze thick. “Tell me you want this,” he says hoarsely, swallowing rough. “If you don’t, we can still--the party--”

You wrap your legs around his back, drawing him closer. “Little too late for that, don’t you think,” you say breathlessly, feeling very much how much he wants to continue himself. He’s about to protest, when you place your finger on his lips. “If you make it quick, we can still make it on time.”

Akira raises a brow. “I will.” Akira’s hand undos his fly, dragging his already-hard cock from his pants. He angles your hips up, caging you into the space of your sink, his cock prodding your entrance, before he pauses. He reaches down, grabbing a bottle of lube from the cabinet, before drizzling a generous amount over his length before thinking better of it, and working some into you with his finger.

You bite your lip, tilting your head back. Dimly, you’re thankful that you’d restocked. While your makeout session left a damp spot between your thighs,  Akira is certainly not a modest size, and you appreciated any ease that taking him could come with. When he inserts a second finger, scissoring slightly, and you say in a rush, just put it in already, Fudo, he lets out a short laugh.

But just as the tip of his cock breeches your entrance, your phone rings. The both of you still.

Akira glances down. “It’s Miki.”

You share a mutual expression of muted horror.

“Are you going to,” he stutters out. “What if it’s about the--”

“I… I’m a bit preoccupied right now,” you squeak out.

Or truly, about to be occupied, you think. 

“Answer it.” Akira says finally, glancing back at the phone when it rings a second time. “It’s rude to leave your best friend in the dark.”

It takes you a few tries of fumbling with the phone, but you finally press answer.

“Hey, I hope it’s a good time to call!”

“N-Never better,” you say, attempting to keep your voice even, all too aware of the way Akira’s shoulders are shaking in his attempt to hold in his laughter. You smack his shoulder. 

“Sorry for being so last minute. I know I told you you didn’t need to bring anything to the party, but Taro kind of burnt the cake! Do you think you could pick up dessert on the way here?”

“Yeah, no problem—f-fuck!” You yelp, the breath rushing out of you in a rush once Akira surges forward, sheathing himself inside you fully. He snickers, and you bite down on your lip to prevent any other sounds out of you at being filled with his hard, thick, throbbing length.

“Are you okay?” Miki asks worriedly.

“Y-yeah it’s just...” You shoot him a glare, daring him to continue. You swallow hard, blurting out the first excuse you can think of. “I-I hurt my back yesterday.  I bent it weird.”

While that actually has happened before, you fail to mention that it occurred  because Akira got a little too eager with positioning you. To this day, your coffee table is still wobbly. 

“Oh no! I hope it’s not too bad.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s just--ah!--kind of sore, still. I’ve tried heat, b-but--mm--no dice.”

He’s trying to kill you, you swear. Akira’s gaze is trained intently on your reactions. His cock ruts against you, sliding out of you with a pop before he eases his way in. It’s already a struggle not to whine at the feel of how he stretches you to your absolute limit. You hope to god that Miki can’t hear the slight squelch of his cock entering you, aided by his lube and your slick. 

“Be sure to try ice, too! Sometimes a combination of both helps. But huh… If your back is that bad, maybe you shouldn’t come?

“N-no that’s not what I meant—”

“It’s okay! To be honest, today isn’t the best day for the party anyways. Mom and Dad are stressing over a huge catering order that was just placed! Maybe sometime closer to Christmas would work better.”

“Yeah,” Akira interrupts. “I think that might work better for us, too.”

“Akira! I didn’t know you were there. You better take good care of them and their back.”

Akira’s eyes lock onto yours. He drags his cock out of you fully, and you have to bite back a moan. “I am. You know how (Y/N) is, Miki—they never know when to stop. I keep telling them they need rest—“ He slams back into you, and you inhale sharply. “And relaxation—“ he says, grinding his hips against yours. At this point your legs are shaking.  “But...” he chuckles, the sound masking his breathlessness. Even he pauses to catch his breath a few beats too long. 

“You know how stubborn they are. It’s like I have to pound it into them.” He grins wickedly at you. You smack his chest, your other hand clasped over your mouth, desperate not to make any noise that would arouse Miki’s suspicion. 

“Well I’m glad they have you there, Akira. And (Y/N) please don’t feel bad! We can have a mini get-together another day,” she says, completely unaware of your predicament. 

“S-Sounds good,” is all you can say, because Akira’s started doing a rocking motion with his hips and it’s taking all you can not to cry out. Even he seems to be struggling to muffle his voice, a few grunts slipping out of him. You hope to god your phone’s mic isn’t picking up on the smack of his balls against your ass, which are growing louder and louder. 

When the call ends, Akira places your phone to the side, before lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. You yelp, but he leans forward, nearly bending you in half to pound into you. You grip the countertop, moaning shamelessly as Akira curses.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—do you think she noticed?” He grits out.

“Oh g-god, please don’t ask that right now.”

“Ha,” Akira laughs. His fingers slip between your bodies, rubbing your clit furiously. You mewl out his name, trembling around him, and he pinches your nub. You jolt, your head falling back. Akira grunts, his head lowering to grunt into your neck, “Fuck, why are you so tight?”

His hand comes up to squeeze your breast, his hips near brutal in the way they smacking against yours. “I-I’m close,” he finally grunts out, “Where do you want it?”

“N-Not inside, please... the last thing I need is your cum dripping out of me after I’ve gotten ready.” You shiver at the thought. Whether it’s due to his Devilman physiology or not, Akira always cums a ridiculous amount. You’ll find remnants of it inside you hours after your last session. 

It takes one more thrust before he pulls out of you, groaning out your name as he cums all over your dress, white streaks generously painting the velvet fabric. Then Akira’s slumping forward, catching himself from falling atop you. He’s panting heavily, his cheeks flushed. 

“I... wow, you really went for it, huh,” you say breathlessly, glancing down at the mess he’s made of you. Akira chuckles, swiping a finger through one of the streaks of his spend, spreading it around. 

“I don’t think we’re done yet. You could use more of that falling snow look,” he says, gesturing towards your ruined outfit. 

By the end of it, Santa’s Sexy Helper is looking more like they made the naughty list.

[radiant-reid]

i REFUSE to move on from spencer x famous!reader

have you seen that video of joe alwyn blushing and smiling and getting shy while taylor was singing gorgeous? that’s spencercore 100%

also! imagine nobody telling penny ab spencer’s gf being a famous pop star and penelope’s like a fan of y/n and she overhears him talking ab him going to a concert of hers and she’s all “wow i didn’t know you liked y/n!!” and derek teasingly says “oh yeah he’s her #1 fan” and spencer’s giggling like a schoolgirl and garcia realizes she’s not in on the joke and is all “wdym???” and derek’s like “you don’t know?” and garcias like “know WHAT???” and derek’s like “…that spencer’s dating y/n?” and garcia just FREAKS OUT and spencer’s standing there red faced with that white boy smile (🙂) and she wont stop asking questions LMAO

i’m imagining a little “wait so…*song name* was written about doctor reid here??” and spencer’s just like “y r u so surprised? 😕” or a bit of “YOURE THE SECRET BOYFRIEND???”

ok ok one last thought that’s very chaotic and not well structured but

actor!reader is amazing bc imagining y/n having a small get together w just her friends (which just means the team bc i said so) and they watch her movie like as soon as it comes out or wtvr and they’re all just sitting around the tv w popcorn and candy and y/n’s cuddling with spencer and penelope’s trying not to giggle or squeak !;!,?;?),);)

spencer would be so so so proud of his super cool gf and so insanely grateful that somebody that cool would choose to be with him :,)

also they would put her awards in weird places just around the house

part two:

i meant to add more thoughts (bc i’m a liar and i NEVER mean it when i say “ok ok last one”) ab spencer moving in with reader and penelope asking him how he feels and he goes on a RANT about how grateful he is that y/n would “let” him live with her like he’s such a simp he would be talking ab himself like a rescue dog 😭

i have so many more famous!reader thoughts but i think i’ve blown up your inbox enough for the day LMFAO

you're literally a genius bestie, send me as many asks as you like

how have i not seen that video until now ?? but it's so him. when she plays songs that are related to him, he's so proud and adoring because she's so amazing and she's his girlfriend and he feels like the luckiest person in the world

Penelope would be so thrilled and she'd have a million questions about how they even became a couple, why she's just finding out, is she amazing in person as she seems on screen, and when can she meet her, 50/50 because she's a massive fan and because she's Spencer's girlfriend. Spencer, of course, is always ready to brag about his girlfriend but he's confused about how Penelope never noticed that it's him in all the soft-launching boyfriend pictures. although to be fair to her, his face is obscured

(i like actor!reader more because i cannot sing lmao, selfish reasons) i feel like it's spencer that makes them watch it, just to showcase her because he's so proud and he can't stop kissing her, touching her, and complimenting her all night and no one minds because he's really happy for once but they definitely take some pictures

i just love him being a major simp, but he would be nervous about living with her because he's never lived in a house so gorgeous, big, and expensive so she has to tell him that it's his house too and he can put his stuff on the kitchen table, hang up photo frames, and not vacuum the living room every time he walks through it