#and it was going non contact that showed me how insane they were

[firefighter-diazbuckley]

me and my sister spent an hour on the phone ranting and psychoanalysing our absolutely insane dad & his family because they’re the absolute fucking worst and such a unique brand of awful and crazy

[suguru-getos]

soft yandere satoru hcs:

a/n: hey, you guys should know i ship myself with him so there's no way i'd tolerate insane yandere satoru without ki!ling myself :P soooo- here's me making him a soft yan ^^

warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of arranged marriage troupe, stalkingtroupe, angry!sato ofc but he is still normal about it. mentions of fluff because it's satoru duh <33 also, this is one of the softest yandere hcs i've ever written *giggles*

yandere!satoru who saw you the first time in a jujutsu clan party hosted by your parents and how insignificant you truly were. to yourself, you had the best parents ever, they didn't push you into becoming a sorcerer, but to the kamo, zenin, and gojo clan members it was pure bullshit. wastage of proper sorcerer blood.

until yandere satoru met you for the first time and you hung out, the way he conversed was so different from someone who should be the strongest, someone who wields the highest powers in the whole world. someone who's birth shook the shackles of this world alone. he was kind, he sat next to you, non-judgemental even so he was weirdly wearing that damned blindfold.

he talked to you about your life, and about his own. pointing out the subtle and the not so subtle differences between the both of you. asking if you had a boyfriend. it was so subtle how could you think he had any other intention but to be your friend? naive and stupid.

things escalated real quickly when your mother told you that you were supposed to marry satoru gojo, oh my god- the clan head of the gojo clan, the ever so spoiled, esteemed entitled brat. you really couldn't say anything about this, but to hold your guns you decided to contact him. "you knew that this was happening?" you mumbled, watching him stir the coffee in front of you lazily. "of course, gosh you are so lucky little one!" he snickered, though the way he looks at you, it's hard to process what he's truly feeling inside. you are unaware of his stalking, how he knows your colleagues, how they are what they do, what they eat, how they breathe, to whom you are closer to, who likes you- what time do you get up, eat, what snack do you like, ghana roasted coffees over normal ones. though he would not admit to it.

there are a few times he has watched you sleep like a creep, just sitting next to you, just feeling the innate feeling of sharing the same bed as you. how cute you are, he often mumbles to himself. "i could crush you without even trying" as a musing criteria for how naive you are, how cute you are and how absolutely adorable you are. creepy-

to pretend that he is more than willing to let you take things your own way, he lets you plan dates. cute, adorable dates. one of the days you would be doing pottery with him, the other time it's an aquarium date where satoru doesn't know why you're so mesmerised when the real awe is you, the other time it was a planeterium and that's when satoru shows you his abilities for the first time, holding you closer to him like the princess you are and walking on sky, as if it's nothing, amid the full moon night. the other time it's you and him making tiaras in a garden, sometimes he would just randomly pull you closer, kissing your cheek while languishing in a movie together. so cute, so astonishingly cute! maybe marrying him is not a bad idea???

things show you their true form when you were on a date in a high-end restaurant, roof-top and fully booked. he's always been so cute with you, you had opened up and been comfortable enough. until a waiter decided to hit on you, before long- you found him choking on his own blood, despicable sight of him oozing out blood from his eyes, coughing and dying in front of you. "wh- what was that?" when you glance at satoru, he is emphasising the same lazy grin, smirking. "what. go on? smile back!" he muses, and when you're a teary-eyed mess, he presents himself with a carefully painted visage of guilt. "oh no no- baby i'm so sorry- i lost it, you make me lose it! i love you so much please no!"

would not let you have personal space after, forcing your parents to hasten the whole marriage thingy, he thinks you would leave him and that has him acting out of character. though he now knows fear is a powerful tool, even though he does not want to use it on his darling. sometimes he can't help it, especially when you act so fucking adamant and so fucking stubborn!!

"listen, princess, here's what's going to happen. daddy's going to be really cooperative if you come here and give him a hug, daddy does not want to be a meanie to his little girl. you know that right?" by being a 'meanie' he just means getting angry, manhandling you against the wall, seething in rage and bubbling hot with the insecurity of your behavior being the slightest of different.

the thing is satoru really, really loves you. the prospect of being a yandere is more 'dere' in him. however when the yandere shows? that's when you should truly fear the capabilities of this man. satoru hates this but he can sometimes use your triggers against you. don't like being tied up, maybe an empty threat would get you in line, after all, you refuse to listen when he wants to love you!

he's going to make sure your engagement ring has a location curse imbued into it, he wants to know 24x7 where his baby is. one time you lied to him that you are at work when you were actually in a colleague's party, you were greeted by the whole party avenue being destroyed to shreds, people bruised and only you knew it was your now husband, because he texted. 'infinity protects you princess, not others. next time think twice about lying to daddy.'

his behavior can get hot and cold instantly, one moment he is the most adorable man-child, loving you, playing with you... until he's ticked off and the real, no-nonsense monster comes out to meet you. a scathing frown with glowy eyes as he reminds you that you belong to the 'strongest'.

there are times he does use sex as a weapon, a weapon to make you give in. he is just so good at it, he is going to spoil you senseless, kissing every square inch of your body, worshipping you, crying with you when he mumbles apologies for being angry and mean at you, for scaring you, you don't deserve it, such a pretty baby, oh you take him so well. he was made for you, you are the strongest because you have him wrapped around your pinkie... only to show you the rage and insecurity and all of it when you come home late.

the only positivity you have, is he would rather kill himself than hurt you. that brings you peace, that brings a sense of stability and sensibility into you to hang onto the rope of your relationship a bit longer, clutching onto the fleeting hope of him changing...

[kifkay]

Winx & Specialists Dynamics that are so Precious to me

it makes sense that in the show, winx and their non-boyfriend specialists don’t interact much. but!! i’m very insane about codependent found families, and I want them all to love each other. so here’s my take on some tet-a-tet dynamics:

rare pairings:

Musa & Timmy: childhood frenemies. they used to go to the same middle school on Melody, and as type-A tweens do, had an intense, “you’re the only person I match myself to” kind of rivalry. they lost contact after Timmy moved away, chilled out considerably, reconnected in Alfea and had a wonderful banter-filled friendship since. because of how fast they slotted back into a friendship, some of their classmates genuinely thought they were siblings.

Tecna & Riven: got up from a rough patch. from “I dislike you but we both love Musa, so we have to be civil” to “you have more depths to you than I expected” to “now that I understand you, I can’t help but admire certain things about you” to “bitch, you are the only person who is as weird and clueless as I am, ARE YOU READY TO GO TO THE ARCADE AND ANNIHILATE KIDS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES”

Flora & Brandon: little sister, older brother vibes. of similar temperaments and views, they enjoy spending time over a cup of tea — talking about everything and nothing. it’s therapeutic, almost.

(no one in the group knew that Brandon and Flo were good friends. once, when the two had to team up during a mission, Bloom couldn’t even finish saying: “it would be a good opportunity for you to get to know each ot-“, before the specialist-fairy duo were re-creating the most complicated and choreographed hand shake ever. jaws were on the floor.)

Aisha & Brandon: they are sporties, and they like doing sport things together! they don’t talk aside from exchanging brief encouragements and advice while out, preferring to spend their time in companionable silence. sorta like those dads who never talk to their buddies, but somehow have the strongest and longest bonds ever?

Helia & Bloom: artist besties. Bloom drags Helia out on picnics, where they practice observational drawing (and tiktok trends that Bloom desperately wants to reenact but none of the winx are good at arts); Helia responds by taking her out to see art museums in Magix. it’s a fun dynamic of Bloom being the bubbly gold retriever, and Helia being her black cat.

Tecna & Sky: they didn’t have much of a relationship until year 4. somehow, they both got really, intensely into weaponsmithing and built a joint workshop. they found that they enjoy working alongside each other and value each other’s insights. sky goes to tecna when he needs frank, un-sugarcoated advice, and tecna accompanies sky on hikes and other spirited adventures, for “bonding activities” (because he told her she doesn’t get out of her comfort zone enough). it’s a relationship of deep mutual respect.

Sky & Stella: childhood friends. they knew each other as children and enjoyed playing together (which is how Stella also knew Brandon pre-Red Fountaine). at least, until Stella was unofficially banned from Eraklyon because shenanigans, and they lost contact. they still jokingly call each other “My Lady” and “My Lord”.

Stella & Nabu. Both are flirty and extroverted people, who enjoy the spirit of showmanship. They have a friendly rivalry going of who can fluster the villain of the week the fastest.

canon bf-gf dynamics (dating in canon, open to interpretation otherwise):

Bloom x Sky: liked each other since the first meeting; bonded over being the friend group moms. (on unrelated note: bloom gentle parents her friends, while sky goes all exasperated cig mom on his team and repeats things like: “you better go to sleep right now, or so help me Dragon I will take away your Owl pilot privileges-“)

they are not the most outwardly affectionate couple of the winx, yet they are so wordlessly devoted to each other. sky will follow bloom to the ends of all dimensions, when she gets a calling from powers as mystical as she. bloom will always believe in him and see him as his own man, unlike the many who see him only as his father’s son. they were entwined by fate, long before one had met the other; yet, there’s the trust, the respect, the faith so strong — that could have only come from friendship forged and tested by fire.

Stella and Brandon: the hottest power couple; sole reason behind 60% of all student fairies/specialists/witches queer awakening.

they banter all. the. goddamn. time. these dorks are speaking a whole different language.

they are also most comfortable in each other’s company, being able to be their genuine, less polished selves. stella and brandon are both performers bred and born, playing the roles of a noble princess and a knight. it’s nice, to have a safe reprieve from all that acting.

Aisha and Nabu. their love was one that sneaked up on them. their distance, set by a discomfort at the idea of an arranged marriage, bridged as they transitioned from being reluctant comrades to friendly rivals to unwilling friends to best friends to “if someday the moon calls you by your name, don’t be surprised — because every night I tell her about you”

Tecna and Timmy: partners in crime, ride or die, sunny faith in each other — even when the other person doesn’t believe in themself. I have a whole post about them, go read that ;)

Flora and Helia: they are so. they are. they-

icons. the most romantic couple, the one that sets the standards, the one that gives their friends advice. they are extremely attentive to each other’s needs and tender with each other’s feelings.

flora can recite helia’s poems in her sleep, and trace his drawings with her eyes closed. helia brings mielle presents every time he stops by. flora has tea with helia’s dad every other tuesday; she keeps note of every time helia and saladin are supposed to meet up, to be able to whisk helia away after and distract him from his troubles. helia knows how to care of flora’s plants, and sends her lovingly assorted gift baskets semi-regularly.

Musa and Riven. their relationship is push and pull, is joy then sorrow.

it’s all in a drag of a cigarette, in the vortex of a starless night, in the hoarse laughter. “of all the people in the world, why did it have to be you?” she’ll say and smile.

“ I’m afraid we’re doomed, lover,” he’ll reply, faux-casually, and smile back. both of them will know it’s the truth.

their relationship was not built to last, not for the lack of love or try. maybe they were too similar — both headstrong, unbending, bleeding hearts. maybe they were just different enough not to understand their hurts. nevertheless, it was not built to last — but neither of them would ever bring to regret it. love prevails, no matter in what form in comes, or something like that.

[recklesssturniolo]

Bet - C.S

As per request for a no nut November bet Chris and reader make (: but I also tied in another request for public sex w Chris in it too!

*FYI MATT FIC IS BEING POSTED LATER*

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

“Y/N you know what November is?” Chris asks.

“What are you on about now?” You retort.

“November is no nut November, therefore no sex for the entire month” He explains.

“You can barely go a day without sex, never mind a month” You laugh.

“Oh yeah? Want to bet on it” He smirks.

You roll your eyes knowing this is the easiest bet ever, Chris was horny 24/7, he’s out of his mind if he thinks he’d last a month.

“Sure, first person to give in loses” You say sticking out your hand for him to shake.

“Deal” He replies shaking your hand. “Be prepared to lose”

It’s been a week. Quite possibly the longest week of your life. Chris’ non-stop teasing was driving you insane. Constantly having his hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down, whispering all the things he wants to do to you in your ear, grabbing your ass, going as far to grinding on you while you two make out which made you ache for him. You’d decided you were going to tease him back, but worse.

You were getting read to out to dinner with his brothers, Nate and Madi. Chris and you both in his room as you finish your makeup. Standing up you go to figure out an outfit but knowing you purposely but on a lingerie set that you knew made Chris go insane, you take off your shirt and sweatpants. You feel Chris’ eyes on you as you search through the closet, making sure to take your time.

“What about this dress?” You ask showing it to him.

“That one’s nice” He replies, barely even looking at the dress and instead looking at your body.

Knowing your plan was working you walk closer to him.

“Are you sure? You think the colour is okay?” You knew the dress was fine, you just knew getting closer to him would only turn him on more.

“I know what you’re doing Y/N” Chris says to you, ignoring your questions.

You bend over so your face is hovering above him as he lays on the bed, pushing your chest closer to his face, “Yeah? Is that why I can see your hard on and I haven’t even touched you?”

“Put the dress on before I fuck you so hard you can’t walk to dinner tonight” Chris replies.

“But then you’d lose the bet, wouldn’t want that would we?” You smirk at him, going further and straddling him. There wasn’t any denying that the feeling of his hard on was turning you on, but you focused your attention back to just him.

Chris groaned at the contact from you sitting on him, placing his hands on your hips and slightly pushing you down harder on himself.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now, I’m not losing the bet sweetheart. I might like what I see but I’ll have you begging for it” He smirks.

Not sure of what to respond, you connect your lips and begin grinding yourself on him, causing both of you to moan. You knew even by just doing this you could get him close, and that was exactly your plan. You continued grinding on him, honestly enjoying it just as much as he was but when you could tell he was close, you got up.

“Now I should probably put this dress on so we can go!” You smile.

“Fucking hell, there’s no fucking way you just did that to me” Chris says.

“Did what?” You reply innocently. “Can you zip this dress for me?”

Chris stands up and walks towards you, “Don’t act all innocent, I could feel how wet you were. You want me just as badly as I want you”

You shrug in response, kissing his cheek before leaving the room to leave for dinner.

Now at dinner, Chris is on some tangent about god knows what, and you decide to place your hand on his thigh. Instantly causing his body to tense up, and his eyes to flicker over to you.

“No Chris continue I get what you’re saying” You say, wanting to see just how much you could get away with.

Chris continued talking, and you began palming his dick through is pants.

“Well yeah b-but” Chris stumbles on his words, not being able to fully focus on what’s he’s saying from what you’re doing.

Nick takes over the conversation. You now put your hand under Chris’ jeans on top of his boxers, continuing to palm him.

“Fuck sakes” He mumbles.

“You okay baby?” You smirk up at him as you put your hand under his boxers, grabbing his dick and swiping the tip with your thumb noticing the pre cum that’s there.

Chris let out a moan, immediately covering it up with a cough. No one else really paying any mind to it.

“You know, I took off my parties before we left” You whisper in his ear.

That was Chris’ final straw, he didn’t give a fuck about the bet any more. He needed you.

Cutting Nate off Chris tells the table that you aren’t feeling well and that you’re both going to get an Uber home. You apologize for ‘not feeling well’ and you both say your goodbyes. You knew what this meant - you won. You started walking towards to exit before Chris grabbed your hand.

“Not a fucking chance, bathroom, now. I’m not waiting any longer. Fuck the stupid bet” He demands.

You were surprised by this, Chris had never been so needy that you did it in a public space. Getting into the washroom he pushes your back against the door and immediately starts making out with you.

“God you’re a fucking whore, doing that to me in front of everyone” He says with his hand wrapped around your throat. You moaned back in response.

You were getting exactly what you wanted, you loved seeing Chris like this. He’s wasting no time, he bends you over the counter and pulls his pants down and pulling up your dress.

“Chris” You whine out as he rubbed his dick against your entrance, teasing you.

“Oh what? You don’t like being teased?” He replies.

“Please just fuck me” You reply.

“Oh I’m going to, and you’re going to watch yourself in the mirror while I fuck you like the whore you are, got it?” He says while lining himself up.

“Yes yes just please” You moan out.

With that Chris slammed into you his pace already fast.

“God I’ve missed your pussy, so fucking tight” He groans out. Continuing to slam himself into you, each thrust hitting you in the perfect place.

“Chris you make me feel so good” You whine out, feeling your legs starting to tremble.

Unaware that you had even closed your eyes, Chris grabs your hair and lifts your head back up, “I told you to watch yourself get fucked by me, keep your eyes open”

“Yes yes I’m sorry, please keep going” You slur out, now watching in the mirror as Chris picks up his pace even more.

“You miss this baby? My dick deep inside you?” He asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it.

“God fuck yes Chris I’ve missed it so much” You whimper, “I’m close”

“Good, come for me like the whore you are” He replies and moves his hand around you and starts rubbing your clit.

Any sentence you tried to get out from that point on was incomprehensible, the pleasure not allowing you to focus on anything else.

“Oh my god, I’m coming Chris don’t stop” You moan out. Not caring how badly your legs were shaking or how loud you were being, letting yourself ride out your high.

Chris too was about to come, meaning he was going as hard as he possibly could now, well aware there’d be bruises on your hips from how tight his grasp was.

“Such a pretty girl, you gonna let me come in you baby?” Chris asks.

“Yes” You whisper through slight pants.

You feel Chris’ dick twitch inside of you and him release himself. His pace slowing down as he moans out in pleasure.

After helping you clean yourself up, Chris stops you momentarily, “we are never doing a bet like that again, I’m never going that long without you, I’ll go insane”

“Agreed” You laugh.

You walk out ahead of Chris, him waiting a couple moments before leaving himself. What you both weren’t expecting was for the group you told you were leaving due to you ‘not feeling well’ to be standing at the exit.

“What the hell you guys are still here?” Nick asks.

You and Chris both look at each other, your cheeks heating up as you both tried to come up with an excuse.

[allidoistrytrytryy]

a moment's silence when my baby puts her mouth on me (cove holden x reader)

ao3 version here

summary: Cove Holden and the black underwear (from Patreon moment 2, if you know you know), except it's his own surprise on a random Friday (smut with feelings)

word count: 3,116 words

tags: smut, porn with feelings, porn without plot, light dom/sub, switching, sexual intimacy, they're in love your honour, author has been feeling insane about cove for years and lately about the black underwear so here we are (female reader implied but i tried to be as non-descriptive as possible, can be a male trans reader too)

You were exhausted, your fingers rubbed at your eyelids and at your forehead, trying to take the headache away.

You had had a large project at your job, long hours, and planning that took too much of your time. You came home late, too late, so late sometimes Cove would already be in bed or asleep on the couch, always waiting for you (even though you had told him to sleep, not to wait up for you if you were too late, but he insisted every time).

You sighed at the thought of your fiancee. You missed him too much, missed being able to have time with him, going out on weekends or lazing around after work to watch a show you would fall asleep through anyway, snuggled in his warmth.

You hadn’t been able to do that in more than two weeks, always working, always in contact with your coworkers to continue the project even deep into the night. You were glad today was the presentation, and then you were taking a few days off, away from everything.

You felt the fear in your gut at the presentation. You were nerves on legs, as you always were when you had to talk in front of an audience. You knew that would never change, the way you spaced out, waiting and waiting, at your desk.

Your phone buzzed on your desk, which took you out of your thoughts and the ball in your stomach. A smile crept up on your face before you even had the time to read what the text said, at the name appearing on your screen.

Cove.

Romeo: You have this, show them what you’re made of. Love you. <3

You smiled hard, your finger rubbing at the heart emoji with the text, at the picture you had set as his picture on your phone. A picture of him asleep on your couch, snuggled under a blanket, his long hair freed from its usual low bun.

You hadn’t been able to resist the urge to take a picture, and your fingers had gone through his hair.

You sent him a heart back, now fired back up. You could do this, go home and kiss your fiancee senselessly until you fell asleep snuggled into his warmth.

And the presentation happened. It went well, and you shared smiles and compliments with your colleagues. Sighs of relief. You could all go home peacefully tonight.

Which you did. You sprinted to your car when the hour came, your colleagues’ laughter following you down the elevator. They all knew you were eager to be home again, to be with the fiancee you talked about too much. (You couldn’t help it. You loved Cove Holden too much, loved him since you were eight. What could you do?)

The drive went quickly and you arrived at your little place a bit further from the city in record time. When you parked in your spot, next to Cove’s car who was already there and home, you realized you had forgotten to send him a text. You bit your lip, hoping he hadn’t waited for it.

Five unread texts with Cove inquiring about the presentation, worried. Shit.

You climbed the stairs of the apartment complex quickly, your keys already in hand. You entered.

”I’m home! Sorry, I completely forgot to answer your texts, I’m so so...” You interrupted yourself by the sight of your living room, your coffee table with a range of plates and food, and even a cake.

Hands sneaked around your waist, a kiss on your hair, a chest against your back. Your fiancee enveloped you, mint, citrus and this particular ocean smell in your nose and you finally relaxed. “Hi sweetheart, how was it?” he asked gently.

You turned around in his arms and, as always, you had to crane your neck to look up into his eyes. You hadn't been fortunate with height while Cove had had too much of it over the years. His arms circled your waist. “Went smoothly, we can finally breathe now,” you answered and got on your tiptoes to kiss him quickly, which he answered with that giddy smile he never lost around you. “Now, what’s all of this, Covie?”

”Well, I knew it would go perfectly since it’s you,” you rolled your eyes at the remark but the smile betrayed you, the blush even more. “and wanted to celebrate it. I got your favorite things from your favorite places and got a cake.”

Cove looked like it wasn’t even an effort, and it wasn’t in your relationship. You both made so much effort, so much again and again for each other that it was just normal. But, it didn't change the fact that you were always touched by every gesture.

You still couldn’t phantom how dear you were to this man sometimes. You still couldn’t understand how your heart never seemed to stop expanding for him, taking in every piece, every detail, every word and action from him.

Your hands dragged his face to you, to kiss him deeply, like you had wanted to since you had finished the project. He sighed against your lips, that content sigh, his lips and tongue entangled with yours. An intimacy you could never get enough of.

”I love you so much,” you whispered against his lips and his eyes misted over, your crybaby, always yours.

”I love you too,” he whispered as if he didn’t want to break the calm of the moment, wanted to stay in this moment suspended in time.

Until you dragged him to the couch to drape yourself over him, eating and barely paying attention to whatever was on the TV as background noise. You talked about the project. He talked about his day and his own job.

When you finished, he pushed you to the bathroom. “Go take a bath, relax, I got the dishes,” Cove reassured and you pouted.

”But, I can help, I didn’t get dinner so it should be me,” you whined in his shoulder and he laughed while pushing in the bathroom while you couldn’t do anything.

”No way. Go, now,” he kissed your cheek and you still pouted as you got into the bathroom.

You did well on what he had told you to do, spending too much time in a hot bath until it got cold, your body wrapped in your comfortable fuzzy robe. You finally stepped out to get to the bedroom, itching to put your pajamas on, and fall asleep next to Cove.

The too-large shirt was in your hands, actually just one of Cove’s shirts you had stolen and never returned, as you did since you were teenagers, even before you were officially truly together. You hadn’t realized why the light was so dim, hadn't realized Cove was on the bed.

You turned your head slowly and you felt your knees wobble, felt your eyes widen until they almost popped out of your skull.

You had seen Cove in all types of clothes and nakedness over the years. You knew him and his body by heart, the moles, the sleeve on his right arm that you loved to kiss all over, the dips, and where the redness would creep. But right now? You were speechless.

Cove fucking Holden was sat against the headboard, half-lidded eyes on you, but you could see the blush high on his face and ears and down his neck. He was naked, well, except for the underwear but it was the underwear that made you want to scream.

It was black but it barely hid anything, the green happy trail visible from that delicious V-shape you liked to bite, down a dangerous low dip. Straps followed his hips and they showed his hipbones. You almost wanted to ask him to get up and show the back, to see how it looked over that ass you loved too much.

”Surprise,” he simply said, wanting to sound sultry but ending up at excited, embarrassed, waiting.

The shirt slipped through your fingers, forgotten on the floor, and you were still speechless. “What...are you...” you swallowed hard, heat at the back of your neck, on your ears.

Large shoulders were shrugged and he tilted his head, “I… we talked about how I wanted to try some...lingerie out and I thought it would be a good idea for a celebration.”

He was still waiting and you could see how waiting affected him, the redness ever more present on his face and down his neck, the quick jostle of his knee. You approached the bed slowly, eyes laser-focused on him.

You could feel a restraint slowly unfurling in your gut, a wait. You had missed Cove and his hands on you, you had missed the everyday intimacy but you had also missed the sexual intimacy you shared. You both couldn’t have enough of each other sometimes, a pull between your hearts and your bodies.

Your hands settled on the edge of the bed, and you crawled slowly to him, putting up a show for his eyes and his eyes only. The robe dipped down and he gulped, his eyes on your cleavage, on your bare chest visible underneath. You smirked, finding a place between his legs, hands on his thighs, so so close to the dangerous piece of underwear that threatened your composure.

”So, you decided to gift my eyes with this, baby?” you whispered, a finger playing with a strap at his hip. “You’re way too good for me.”

Cove gulped again and you wanted to bite at his Adam’s apple, leaving marks on his pale skin until everybody would know. He shook his head.

”What? You don't agree that you’re too good for me?” you asked, a little pout at the words, your eyes on his face. You were playing the game of how sultry you could be, how much you could push it until his own restraints broke. “Maybe I should show you.”

Your hands traced the straps and the edges of the underwear. Your mouth found a nipple as your hands traced but never touched where you could feel a hardness growing and growing. His moans hit your ears and you smiled, your tongue playing from one nipple to another.

”You don't have to...” he tried to say, his moans high, and god, did you love how vocal he could be. He was always so vocal, so good.

”I want to, so be a good boy, baby,” you whispered, bit at the side of his chest, so muscular, so pretty. He moaned higher, hips bucking against your chest. Your mouth traveled down and down, following the green trail of hair. “Driving me crazy with this, Covie.”

Your hands caressed the hardness over the fabric, but your mouth found the tip already out with how hard he was. The dip was so low that the tip was the only thing visible, so your tongue swirled around it, the saltiness hitting your tastebuds. You moaned, fingers at the straps.

”Oh my god," Cove whined loudly, hips bucking again, the tip making its way deeper into your mouth. “Shit, sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to...”

You shook your head and pulled at the straps downward, until the underwear sat underneath his cock and you pushed more and more into your mouth, desperate for more, to make him feel even better.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck," you heard him repeat and you wanted to smile, to tease him like you always did because he only ever cursed in those moments, so gone, so desperate.

More and more, until you felt tears in your eyes, until you breathed through your nose, hands at what you couldn’t fit down your throat because of how big he was. But you loved it, thighs clenching to relieve the ache that formed in between.

It wasn’t about you, even though you could spend hours between his legs, to look at his head thrown back, his eyes closed and face scrunched up, like now. He looked out of this world, long hair around his head, down his shoulders, redness still at his face, sweat down his neck and on his chest. You couldn’t believe he was yours still.

”Shit, sweetheart, I’m gonna… I’m...” Cove’s voice rang out and you felt how tight his balls were getting, see how his abs tightened. He was close, and a part of you wanted him to cum in your mouth, but you had another plan.

You popped off his hardness with a loud pop, saliva around your mouth, and his head rose up, his eyes opened in question. You crawled back up his body, your hands opening your robe, until you could throw it on the floor beside the large bed. You settled on his lap, hands on his shoulders.

You swatted his hands away before they could fall on your hips, and you saw the small pout on his face that you kissed away with a laugh. “Sorry, no touching baby, be good a bit longer for me,” you kissed along his face, nibbled at his neck, leaving a few hickeys as your hips moved, your wetness rubbing on his cock.

Cove whined still against your shoulder, “But you look so good… And you’re so wet,” he moaned, groaned. “Let me touch you, please,” he begged but you shook your head, your hips rising up to catch the tip at the edge of your wetness, of your warmth.

You slowly sunk down, your own moan unable to stay in your throat at the delicious burn his cock always gave you, that fullness that always took your breath away. You hummed as you sank lower and lower.

His eyes were closed tightly, his body trembled when you finished back on his lap, the length fully inside you. You stayed still, enjoying the moment, and his hands stayed beside his hips, beside the underwear that was still underneath his cock, trapping his legs in place. He was taut, all muscles tight and restrained.

”Please, please, move," Cove begged and you could only answer with your hips moving up and slamming back down.

Your moans intertwined with Cove’s, as you rode him, slowly, building a faster rhythm with every breath, every moan. You rode him, a deep pleasure building in your stomach, pleasure built with his moans in your ear, your teeth at his shoulder.

You rode him until your thighs trembled and his hips, so restrained until now, slammed up in response. You almost screamed his name. It had hit that one spot deep inside and your body had fallen down onto his chest.

All restraint broke in his body, his hands at your hips, so tight you knew you would feel them still tomorrow, “Sorry, I can’t...” he breathed out, before his hips slammed up again and again, his hands guiding your hips down every time.

“Fuck, Cove, Cove,” you repeated his name, your forehead on his shoulder, your eyes on the spot that joined your two bodies together, his cock sliding in and out.

His name on your lips broke him again and you lost all control you had on the situation. His hands manhandled you on your back, almost ripped the underwear that had started it all off his legs, and he had your legs folded against his chest before he slid back in.

The breath was knocked out of your chest, your hands tugged at his hair, and your eyes were on him always. The muscles bulging with every movement, the sweat trickling down, the pure ferocity and desperation on his face.

Cove wasn't always pushed to this side of dominance, if not ever. Not to this degree. You both liked to switch, to play with what were the limits and new things, but falling back into lovemaking most of the time. Here, your gentle sweet Cove was gone, to leave a rougher Cove you loved too, your moans encouraging him.

”Don’t stop, Cove, don’t stop," you begged, hands desperate in his hair, hips moving to answer every thrust deep inside, against the spot. You could barely talk and he could only groan and moan, his own mouth busy on your nipples, back arched.

You were getting closer and closer, and he could feel it, the way you arched more and more, the way you were tighter and tighter around him, the way your moans only got louder. His eyes were on your face, a hand moving down from your hip to the nub of nerves, so wet from everything.

Your head tilted back into the pillow, “Cove, I’m… I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, warned and he hummed in response, his thumb insistent on your clit, in time with every thrust. Your back arched even more, the pleasure exploding in your stomach, behind your eyes, and in your whole body until you were left a trembling thing underneath Cove.

His thrusts slowed down, but your hips moved and you shook your head. “No, don't stop, need you to cum,” you croaked out, voice spent, hands still tugging at his hair.

”I don’t want to hurt you,” Cove moaned over you, eyes half-lidded on your face, but you shook your head again. You tugged him closer, forehead against his.

”You can’t hurt me. Please Cove, I love you, please,” you begged, his thrusts were erratic and you could tell he was close.

”I love you, fuck, I love you so much, I love you," he repeated against your cheek, and you hummed, answered back, until he moaned louder.

Until the final thrust, until he came deep inside you with your name on his lips and you kissed his face.

Cove detangled himself from you only to bring back a wet washcloth, to wipe you and himself. You only got up to go the toilets, fast and impatient, to find him back in bed, under the covers.

You cuddled in his arms, your cheek on his shoulder, legs entangled to look at him. Content, beautiful. It was magical, as always, to go to sleep with him every night, to have him be the last thing you always saw at night.

”Well, that was a nice surprise," you giggled and he smiled lazily. “I’ll be the one to surprise you next time.”

He groaned lightly but laughed, forehead hitting yours gently. “If you want me to really die, sure,” and you could only laugh, his lips on your eyelids, yours reaching up to kiss his eyebrows. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

You hummed, “I love you, Covie.”

His smile grew larger, and his cheeks turned red as always, “I love you too.”

And you fell asleep, safe, happy, home, where you belonged.

[beybaldes]

It hits different cause it's you

summer sleepover masterlist

jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary : “passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall.” Requested by anon.

contebt warning: one use of yn, throw up, Jamie being insanely jealous, Roy being a big brother figure, angst In the form of Jamie being self deprecating to fluff, allusions to smut but non written.

There was not a square inch of the Crown and Anchor that wasn't buzzing with life; the whole Richmond team, players and otherwise, were crammed into the tiny, town centre pub.

"Hey, who's that?" Jamie didn't recognise the tall blonde that had his arm around your shoulders, prompting him to sharply nudge Sam in his side, attempting to gain some insight as to who he was. Obviously, he wasn't a member of the team or the staff, he knew that much, but if someone had brought him as their plus one, it was rude of him to try and make moves on his friends friend. Jamie nearly spat his drink out at Sam's words. "They have a boyfriend?"

"Well, boyfriend is a strong word really, they've just seen each other a few times." Roy added, now suddenly beside Jamie and Sam with a frown firmly on his face. Even though it was a familiar sight, it had an even darker twinge to it then usual.

"And how would you know that?" Jamie scoffed, arms folding tighter across his chest as he watched the guy pull you over to the bar, his arm wrapped around you, guiding you through the crowd.

"They told me." Roy answered shortly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Though they also told me the guys a fucking prick." Now that had caught Jamie's attention. With each word that slipped past Roy's lips, Jamie could recognise the look of disproval more and more. "Forgot to show up for one of their dates and they had to run home in the fucking rain."

"Fucking prick." Jamie half expected some comment from Roy about how he, himself, was a prick, but it never came, him so focused on burning a hole into the head of the blonde who had his best friend - though Roy would never admit to you being his best friend - entranced.

"You should go and save them Jamie." Sam suggested, a smile pulling at his lips as he nudged Jamie's side teasingly. "They deserve better than him."

"What? And they deserve me? Right." Jamie scoffed, taking a swig of his drink as he continued to stare at the scene before him, unease filling his stomach as he dwelled on the way your smile filled your face and the way your shirt defined everything perfectly.

"Cut that shit out." Surprisingly, that came from Roy. "You're...well...you're a fucking half decent guy, Tartt. Y/n would be lucky to have you."

"Aw, Roy." Jamie cooed, reaching up to pinch at Roy's cheeks like you would a cute baby. Though before he could make contact, Roy had slapped his hand away, a scowl settling on his lips "You're so kind."

"Fuck off." Roy left at that, walking across the room to meet you and your date for the night at the bar.

"Hey, Angel." Roy saddled up next to you at the bar, slipping a hand around your waist and pulling you into a side hug. When you pulled him into a proper one, he took the opportunity to glare daggers at your date, who, in great shock to Roy, just glared right back. There was no way he was letting you date this guy.

"Roy, you know Jake." When you pulled away from the hug, Jake was quick to put his arm around your waist in a way that screamed controlling to Roy.

Jake. Jamie. Jamie. Jake. There was no way you'd picked the blonde on coincidence; and though Roy would rather bubble wrap you up and put you in a cupboard so no one and nothing could ever get to you, if you were going to be with anyone, he'd rather you be with Jamie. The thought knocked him sick. "Yeah. I do."

"I can't fucking believe this shit man." Jamie couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene before him. Roy seemed to be being more amicable with this random guy you were seeing then he'd ever been with him, and he'd just quite loudly proclaimed how much of a dickhead he thought he was. He just couldn't wrap his head around it.

What was there to this guy that Jamie didn't have? Why couldn’t you like Jamie the way he liked you? Why did you have to look so good in that shirt? Why hadn’t you told him but had seemed to tell Sam and Roy? Too many unanswered questions were swarming around his head. Roy clearly approved more of this stranger then he did of Jamie - and even though he'd blatantly told him otherwise seconds ago, the fact he was even entertaining a conversation with him made Jamie quickly forget it. Never once did it cross his mind that maybe Roy was entertaining the conversation because he cared about you.

Jamie felt like he couldn't breath more and more with each second that passed that he watched the three of you converse. It was all too much for one night. Roy liked him less then the dick who didn't show up for your date and made you walk home in the rain, he'd confirmed you didn't feel the same way about him that he felt about you, Mae had put up some disco lights that were stopping him from seeing straight, and the vanilla vodka he'd consumed was making his stomach churn. "I'm gonna be sick."

Jamie didn't hear Sam call after him when he sprinted from his side in the direction of the pubs door, he didn't hear Roy call after him when he barged past the three of you to get out of the pub, and he didn't see your concerned gaze that followed him until he'd disappeared from your vision.

Roy made a promise to be right back, taking a step away from you and Jake after calling down Mae for a glass of water. When you pieced together where he was going, you took the glass from his hand, appreciating the way the condensation cooled the palm of your hand. "No, it's okay Roy. I'll go check on him."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, course. Be right back Jake." You didn't wait for his response, turning for the door almost instantly. Thankfully, Jamie's actions and your want to see him had given Roy the opportunity that he'd been waiting for.

"Let's have a chat Jake, yeah?"

"Jamie!" You called out when you stepped outside of the pub. When you didn't immediately see him, you went to call out his name again, only stopping at a loud wrenching sound that was coming from the side of the building. "Holy shit, are you okay?"

Jamie pulled his shirt sleeve over his hand, wiping at his mouth then retuning it to his side. His other arm rested above his head, allowing him to balance himself against the wall as he hunched over. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine babe, go back inside."

Taking steps closer to Jamie's side, you made sure to avoid the mess he'd made on the floor, rubbing one hand in circles against his back. When his heaving had finally stopped, you wrapped an arm around him, slowly guiding him to sit on the step of the door that led into the kitchens. "C'mon."

Silently, you handed him the glass of water, letting him drink it before speaking. “What's wrong Jamie?"

"What do you meant what's wrong I'm-" Jamie's words fell short as he looked at you. Clearly, you didn't plan on taking any bullshit from him tonight. At his failure to provide a response fast enough, you nudged your knee against his, keeping the side of your leg pressed tightly against his after. Jamie let out a sigh, running a hand down his face. "I just got in my own head. That's all. And then with the vanilla vodka, and the lights, and so many people talking, it went to shit."

Jamie's heart nearly stopped as you threaded your fingers into his hair, pushing it back for him and readjusting his headband. Even when you'd fixed his hair for him, your hand remained in it, resting against the back of his neck and scratching at the hair there. "What did you get in your head about Jay?"

This wasn't real. The vodka had clearly got to him and he was experiencing some kind of deluded, fever ridden, dream. A too hard tug on his hair ground him back in the moment; this was definitely real and you were definitely playing with his hair. He was so fucking in love with you. "Nothing important, don't worry about it, go have a good night with your boyfriend."

"It's important to you, so it's important to me." Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. How you had no idea what you were doing to him, he was clueless. Jamie could've sworn up and down that right then his heart was beating a metre out of his chest - how could you not see it too? "And, also, he's not my boyfriend."

"He's not?"

"No." A weight had been lifted from Jamie's shoulders that he hadn't realised was there. For the first time since he'd noticed you under the arm of whoever it had been, he felt like he could breathe. "We've been out a few times but, honestly, I'm not really feeling it, he's a bit of a dick."

"I know. Roy told me."

"Oh did he?” You asked, your head titling in a way that made the dim street light accentuate all your features. It made your eyes glimmer and Jamie had to resist the urge to kiss you. “Fucker doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut."

A laugh rumbled through Jamie’s chest and he was certain your presence alone had made everything better. God, if you’d let him, he’d never leave your side. "I’m all good now, if you want to go back in, I think im just gonna head home."

"Let's go." Your hand moved down from his hair and slotted into his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing. Jamie took your action as a sign, allowing you to lead him to your car without a thought spared as to how your date would get home, what Roy was doing to him right now, or what anyone would think of your shared absence. All he cared about was the fact his hand was in yours and that it remained that way the whole ride to his house.

He opened the door for you and then made a bee line for the bathroom with you hot on his heels. As he brushed his teeth several times over, forcing the taste of vomit out of his mouth, you took a seat on his counter. When Jamie spat out his final lot of toothpaste, he turned to you with a minty fresh smile. “So, your ‘not boyfriend,’ that’s definitely not going anywhere?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely not.” You answered honestly, jumping down from the counter and walking in step with Jamie down his hallway. “Besides, I kind of have a thing for someone else. He was the BTEC version, if I’m honest.”

“Really?” Jamie asked casually, as though his heart hadn’t been crushed for a second time tonight, this time in what should’ve been the safety of his own home. “So, what was he like? Aside from being a huge dick, obviously.”

“Obviously.” You confirmed, a laugh slipping past your lips as your lingered in Jamie’s doorway, not quite ready to go home yourself yet. “Oh, well, you know. He plays a lot of football, not too bad at it too, he’s from somewhere up north so he’s got this sexy twinge of an accent.” If Jamie didn’t know better, he’d think you were describing him. “And get this. His name? Jake Heart.”

Jamie had never been sure if heaven was real, but if must’ve been, because he knew if it was, this would be his idea of it. When you said you were going out with the worse version of who you really liked, he never in a million years would’ve thought you really wanted to be with him - even as much as he hoped it. It was like all of his dreams were coming true and his life was finally, fully, piecing together.

“Me.” Jamie gasped, taking a step closer to you. “You like me. I’m the one you like.”

“Yeah, doofus.” You took a step closer to him, sliding your arms up his chest and over his shoulder, placing your hands in his hair like they had been on the doorstep of the pub. He was still fully convinced this was one of those good dreams that make you regret setting an alarm the night before. “Was kind of hoping you’d have caught on by now, but, it is what it is.”

Jamie slipped his arms around your waist, connecting his hands over the small of your back. “So, if you like me, does that mean we can, like, be a couple and stuff?”

“Depends what you have in mind when you say ‘and stuff.’” The coy smile on your lips had a smirk pulling on Jamie’s. God, he couldn’t fucking contain himself around you, and he hoped he would never have to again after today.

Jamie pulled you flush against him, pressing his lips firmly to yours, and squeezing your hips, slipping his tongue into your mouth at the gasp that he pulled out of you. Carefully, he manoeuvred you away from his doorway, kicking it closed behind you, and pushing you against his hallway wall. One of his hands quickly moved to cup the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair to keep you from knocking against the cold plaster and to kiss you even more firmly. He didn’t hold back on his actions, squeezing and rubbing and nipping and sucking on every bit of skin he could reach as he pulled himself away from your lips and made his way down your neck.

As he pulled away for air, his forehead resting against your own and his chest heaving, he suddenly became nervous again. “Something like that, I don’t know, only if you’d like it.”

You pressed a fervent kiss to his lips, knocking the air from his lungs before he’d even had the chance to regain it. “I’d like that very much, Jay.” Jamie stared at you dreamily, so in love with you and you didn’t even know it yet. He couldn’t wait for the day that’d come when he’d finally, fully, tell you. “Couldn’t help but notice you closed the door though Jay, you wanting to figure out what more of that ‘stuff’ looks like, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’d like that very much.” Jamie used your position against the wall to his benefit, moving his hands to hold your waist as he dropped to his knees before you, ready to sing praises between your legs. “Think you’ll like it very much too.”

While the walls of Jamie’s hallway were permanently scarred by the whimpers from your lips and the scratches of your nails against the wall, Roy and Jake sat in the crown and anchor.

“- and you’re not fucking good enough for them. So, you’re going to disappear from their phone, and from the face of the fucking earth for all I care, and not be a fucking duck about it either, yeah.”

Jake was shaking in his seat, and even though Sam had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to butt in the conversation for the past 30 minutes, he never got the chance to. Jake had stood from his seat and left the pub without so much as a goodbye or a sip from his drink taken.

“Roy, do you really think all that was necessary?” Sam asked, sliding into Jakes now empty seat and sliding his untouched beer over to Roy.

“Abso-fucking-lutley.”

Hope you enjoyed this Jamie fic!!! Let me know what you think <33 more to come as I get up to date on the summer sleepover prompts x

[buffkitties]

Idk, even if there's a systemic ultimate/non-ultimate oppression axis outside of the game Komaeda wasn't just pointing out people's privilege, he was parroting the ideology at its highest extreme himself. An irl equivalent would be something like a gay person with severe internalised homophobia constantly expressing those ideas and trying to help a random straight person win the game, not someone talking about systemic homophobia and getting bad reactions for it.

The rest of them had zero autonomy over the killing game outside of- from their perspective- whether or not to go with Komaeda's idea to sacrifice everyone else to get one single ultimate out of the game, or to try to keep as many people alive as possible for as long as possible in case someone rescued them or they found a way to escape.

The former's insane to jump to at the very start of the game, knowing nothing about their broader situation, but Komaeda tried to force it immediately without discussing it with the group. He became partially responsible for Imposter's death in the process, justified it with rhetoric that reduced them to their Ultimate status and treated their lives as interchangeable, and repeatedly expressed intent to do it again afterwards.

On a meta level I hate how DR handles mentally unwell characters, Komaeda included, and I'll die on the hill of him being fundamentally good, but imo the others' ostracisation of him was completely understandable and not just avoidance of an uncomfortable topic. He wasn't the only character to cause problems, but he was a continuous threat that didn't show any intention of changing after the case he was involved in. And the cast were high schoolers with no expertise in mental health.

I finally have the mental capacity to respond, so here's the first thing: I don't know where you got me saying the privilege thing from since I've been saying this whole time that Komaeda makes them hyperaware of their privilege the way he talks rather than just mentioning an uncomfortable topic

Additionally, I think the gay/homophobia comparison in this case is a wrong example, especially since it wasn't taught to him, nor does he have anything internalised. A better example would be how religious trauma victims are born into a severely corrupt space and turn to cling to the only thing they know, while not exactly even believing it themselves.

I make the religious comparison a lot.

My original post was referring to the way Komaeda repeats things more directly and how he keeps to strict rules, including the toxic pedestal that society puts the talented on. While he does repeat them, that is because he clings onto the only ideals that he knows because they are the only things he could actually learn. Being a person who had to raise himself and distanced himself from people, only having access to media and probably limited human contact, he was merely observing. As a person who is a victim of talent and one who had to be observant of his surroundings and the people around him from a young age, he definitely noticed how worthless people are treated, and that the talented are superior in some way.

And while he doesn't believe in those himself, which is obvious by the fact that he is one of the only characters to see past talent and see the person—for example, Hinata in sdr2, who he definitely suspected had no talent, even in the prologue. Komaeda is perceptive, and there was no mention of memory loss at the moment, so the fact that Hinata did not remember his talent, a thing that mattered greatly in their society, and that defined him, told him all he needed to know. And even if you ignore that fact, he didn't know Hinata's talent (or lack thereof), yet he still treated him like everyone else, or better. But he implies through the entire game that he knows, even outside the free times, with things like comments about relating to Hinata and feeling the closest to him, etc. Yet, he believed in him, trusted him. He loved him. He believed he was worthy of the same things as everyone else. Or the others, and how he doesn't tolerate bullshit from them, and expresses distate for a lot of their actions and even interests, like he would towards anyone else.

And which is also obvious by the way he talks about them, with clear exaggeration and like he's using terms he doesn't even know the weight of, or like he's trying too hard.

He does that by speaking to them like he thinks he's supposed to.

I still stand by my word that he doesn't put them on a toxic pedestal because, to me, it seems like the opposite. It feels more like he's trying to be respectful because he believes that is how things are, and the hyperawareness of their social issues makes him act the only way he knows how toward people who are great compared to him. The only way it becomes toxic is because it has always been harmful and biased. And that's what I've been saying the whole time. Because people reduce this fact only to Komaeda and act like he invented the whole thing.

Moreover, I still believe that Komaeda was getting more frustrated/impatient with each chapter because everyone kept avoiding the truth and turning back to the same mindset and wanted to stop the killings, which was a meaningless situation for him. The way he talked about it seemed to prove it, especially with the "next time I'd appreciate it if you just talked to me and killed me" stuff.

While the others had no control over the killing game and their discomfort around Komaeda was understandable to some extent, his overall treatment is not okay.

They barely treat him like a person, and it's just pathetic that they hold so much hatred for him but then forgive the actual murderers. And yeah, they can feel uncomfortable. That's understandable. But they way they treat him? No, it's not. That's not justifiable, nor normal. To go as far as letting him starve? To constantly insult him? To act like he's not even a person? To treat him like he would be better off dead? To only consider him nothing but a bother? That's not okay. Avoiding him? Sure, I would understand that. It's a killing game, and the fact that they would go to the extremes is also understandable, but it goes beyond just the killing game, doesn't it? While I don't care for DR3 because it's horrible, I was talking about how people basically praise the cast for treating Komaeda like shit, and that includes that awful anime.

It was mostly aimed at how the fandom sees it and stuff

[chickenpizza420]

What if the reader made jonathon jealous on purpose, like they were being affectionate with someone else how would he react to that? also I really like your writing <3

I definitely picture y/n being affectionate to someone else in front of him purposely to get him off their back but it only makes things worse

TW: slight non//con

It drives him insane when he sees you two together but he’ll never confront you guys upfront, he wants to keep his job and not seem even weirder at work.

He will get that guy out of the picture. Guaranteed. He will get them fired and force you two to get out of contact.

He will definitely freak out on you and it will scare you. Lots of yelling from him. “Who is that guy!?” He will yell at you if it seems like you two are alone even if it’s in a public area, like work or he corners you outside. I mean he will be unhinged, wide eyed yelling and gripping your shoulders. He will make you feel tiny under his gaze.

“What about us!?” Especially if there was no “us”.

He will beg for forgiveness afterwards. “I’m- I’m so sorry babe! … I was just angry with you! Please forgive me…” he will hug you against your will until you pat him on the back and tell him you forgive him.

He will mark you in subtle ways. Like he will hold you down and give you hickeys right at collar level just so that it’s peeking out slightly.

He can’t trust you anymore, once he finds out you’re going out somewhere (he always will) he will be there. It’s awkward 90% of the time because he will always he hovering over you making sure no other guys talk to you.

Going somewhere noisy isn’t really his thing so he’s also overstimulated and looks clearly uncomfortable and definitely clinging onto you harder because of it.

He’s gone from feeling you up your limbs to straight up groping you in public to show you the power he has over you, but it’s weird like he’s honking your boob or ass really quick.

He will “misplace” things with his name clearly on it on your desk so people will see. He will also take things that clearly belong to you and display them on his.

If people ask him if you guys are dating he always says yes, even if they ask in front of you. If you protest he will make sure that you can’t get a word in.

Any male colleagues at your job refuse to work with you because inconveniences always happen with you there and you’re “bad luck”.

Now when he kisses you it’s not just a peck on the lips. He always has to stick his tongue in your mouth and make out with you. He’s really bad at making out at first and you have to teach him how to.

You will never be able to be with anyone with him around.

[scarabsinthestardust]

Better in the Morning // Ch. 13

MASTERLIST

word count: 900+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Getting a tattoo? Does that count? Implications of sex but no smut.

“Did I ever tell you that I hate needles?”

“Yep, repeatedly.”

“I thought the deal was to keep each other out of trouble.”

“And we are. You’re here for moral support.” I put on the sweetest smile I could muster before turning my attention back to filling out paperwork.

“And Jake has no idea you’re doing this?”

“Nope,” I answered, putting emphasis on the ‘p.���

The boys were on tour as of one week ago, and I was hating it. Don’t get me wrong, I was so happy for them, knowing they were out there literally living their dream, and I was insanely proud of them, but I missed Jake. He called or texted as much as his busy schedule allowed, and he would excitedly share stories about the shows and send me photos as they went sightseeing in new towns. I missed the physical closeness, though, and I was counting down the days until I saw my love again.

I don’t know what drove me to do it, but once I got the idea in my head, I couldn’t let it go. So here I was, sitting in a tattoo parlor while Finn fidgeted nervously beside me, waiting for the artist to finish preparing everything. The sounds of buzzing tattoo guns seemed to make Finn more anxious, but it only fueled my excitement. And when the artist finally called me back, I practically bounced as I followed him to the chair I would spend the next few hours in, Finn trailing worriedly behind.

I originally thought about having it done on my side, along my ribcage, but ultimately decided on my thigh. The aftercare would be less difficult, and it would be much easier to show it off. Plus, I theorized it would be less painful; the pain was bearable, more of an annoying stinging in most parts.

By the end of it, I was sore from sitting in the same spot, unmoving for so long, and my abused skin was sensitive, causing each contact to become more painful. I was grateful for the last wipe down with the cooling saline solution.

“Okay, I’ll admit, it does look pretty cool.”

“Doesn’t it?” I grinned excitedly as the artist took a photo for his portfolio and covered it with the adhesive aftercare bandage. “It’s perfect. I love it.” Now I just had to hope Jake did, too.

~

By the time Jake returned home for their break from the tour, my tattoo was almost completely healed. I made sure to wear pants to cover it so I could surprise him at the right time. I was unable to contain myself when he came through the door. I latched onto him and peppered him with kisses. I know he had to be exhausted, but he shared my enthusiasm, keeping me pressed as close to him as physically possible, repeatedly reminding me how much he missed me.

“Guess we’ll have to make up for all that lost time before you leave again.”

“Mm. Go get comfortable. I’m gonna take a quick shower first, then I’m all yours.”

I pouted. “Fine but hurry up. I have a surprise for you.”

I think that spurred him on to move a little quicker, despite his tiredness. I slipped off my clothes and settled into bed, covering myself with the blanket. When he emerged from the bathroom, hair still wet and a towel wrapped loosely and resting on his hips, he wasted no time closing the distance between us. He discarded the towel, haphazardly tossing it onto the floor before joining me under the covers. He kept his hands glued to me, exploring every inch, as though he was afraid if he let go, he would forget what I felt like.

“So,” he said between kisses on my flustered skin, “what’s the surprise?” He brushed his lips along the sensitive spots on my neck, causing me to let out a breathy moan.

“’Kay, hang on.” I giggled as I sat up, pushing him into a sitting position as well. “All I can really say is don’t freak out, and that I really hope you like it because it is one hundred percent non-returnable.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, but he held a goofy half-smile on his face. “I guess I promise not to freak out?”

I slowly moved the blanket off my legs, exposing the ink. On the top of my left thigh were clusters of flowers in mixtures of red, pink, and purple. The flowers strategically framed an image of a red Gibson Les Paul guitar, identical to Jake’s go-to, his first love. When his eyes landed on it, his jaw slightly dropped with an audible gasp.

“Woah, when did you do that?”

“About a week after you left. They’re both of our zodiac flowers. Chrysanthemums for Virgo, and poppies for Taurus.”

He traced his fingers along the outline, tickling my skin.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s gorgeous.”

I sighed in relief. “Oh, good, ‘cause I was worried I was gonna have to burn it off,” I joked.

He leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on my thigh before placing another on my lips. “No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

I felt the blush creep up my cheeks, and I crinkled my nose. “Whatever you say, Romeo.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back down and flush against him. I shuddered as he whispered into my ear, “Now, where were we?”

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[just-orbiting-you]

Hi.

I'm a Jikooker myself and have been since 2016. I've been through a lot of phases with Jikook, many ups and downs, but something that never changed was the feeling of a special bond between Jimin and Jungkook. After watching the two episodes of AYS, I have to agree with you and @parkminijiminie. Something is missing, something is wrong. I won't call them liars, I won't try to bend myself over to explain their words, I'm just going to believe what they said. And that is that they didn't see each other for months (!), that they didn't even make the effort to call each other during the time they couldn't see each other and that they would have continued to not see each other if Jimin wouldn't have pushed for the travel show.

This is not what a couple looks like. Friends, sure. They can go weeks or months without contact, if the bond is strong, things quickly go back to normal when friends see each other again. But a couple? No even making the effort to try and spend time with each other? Doesn't sound right to me. But that's not the only thing that felt off to me. It's also how they interacted that was different. Of course there was plenty of skinship and definitely some skinship I wouldn't expect of two people who were always just platonic. But the way they spoke to each other? The way they treated each other? It was lacking the softness, the tenderness that we were able to witness between them over the years. Just go back and watch Jimin's birthday vlive from 2021, listen to how Jimin was speaking to Jungkook on the phone, watch how Jungkook cane practically running to be with Jimin, watch how soft they are with each other the entire time. And now compare it to what we saw in the first episodes of AYS. The difference is insane.

In AYS they felt like two people, who don't really know each other anymore, at least not their current selves, trying to somehow reconnect but still failing. Their bodies have their own memory, they just act, hence the skinship. But the mind? The mind doesn't know what to do. It felt incredible weird. And I genuinely think every Jikooker that claims everything is fine, is trying to ignore the obvious.

My personal opinion? I think they once were a couple or they at least had a non-platonic relationship. But for some reason they ended it and both started to live their own lives away from each other. AYS seems like a chance to reconnect in some ways. And it probably worked because in the end they did enlist together. But in my opinion? They're not in a romantic relationship. At least not anymore.

thank for your ask anon because i feel less off base. call me too connected to them parasocially idk, but this revelation we’re having saddens me a little bit. nevermind the romantic aspect, their friendship just seems different. and granted, they’re coworkers. there’s a reality there that we often forget, but they always seemed like they pushed that into true friendship or at least made it seem that way with a camera. and a camera has never been an obstacle before honestly.

you’d wonder what it would take for them to seem so different now. like what truly went on for them to separate so far they don’t even call each other. dude even just hearing jimin say he regretted flying to film this show and spend time with jungkook (before finding out the rollercoaster he would go on across the episode) just broke my heart.

i hope they were able to reconnect over these trips and rebuild their friendship before enlistment together. because there’s another level of sadness if they come back from the military even more distant than what we’re seeing now.

[arsene-fixates]

The Informant, Family and his Insecurity Pt 2

I NEED TO GNAW ON WOOD‼️‼️‼️‼️

I have so many thoughts about him oh my god umm I'm not sure where to even start writing this so it might be a bit disorganised

Part 1 here!

seekers notes spoilers under the cut!!

One very very interesting thing I noticed is that throughout Felix and Informant's appearance ever since his face reveal, Felix has refered to Informant as his brother about 4 times up till now, and Informant has only ever done that twice, as if he says it very sparingly

In one of the tasks I'm about to bring up, the context is that Felix wants to step down as mayor because he had previously falsified a photograph of the werewolf (which is informant just to recall) He wants to keep his brother's identity a secret but the townspeople are getting agitated and scared & untrusting of the mayor and the stress was simply getting to him

Informant comes in to tell Felix not to resign because for one, he's a good mayor and for two, if Carl were to take up the role of the mayor, the city might as well go down in flames

Felix insists on it because he doesn't want to lose Informant and Informant turns to me and goes

AND THIS BRINGS AN ENTIRELY NEW PERSPECTIVE ON HIS CHARACTER AND IT'S SO REFLECTIVE OF THEIR CHILDHOOD AND WHERE THEY ARE IN ADULTHOOD IN THE CURRENT TIMELINE.

Felix always taking charge and him becoming the town's mayor and Informant always feeling this inferiority because Felix has never been listening to him his entire life, taking the backseat and is now doing his occupation in the shadows. Oh My God.

SO IT ADDS THIS EXTRA LAYER OF NUANCE TO HIM DOING HIS JOB BECAUSE ON TOP OF HAVING FELT LIKE A MONSTER, HE ALSO TAKES HIS JOB AS THE INFORMANT AS A SORT OF ESCAPISM TO GAIN BACK THE CONTROL IN HIS LIFE THAT HE NEVER HAD AS A CHILD

but despite all that, he still treasures Felix, despite how he has never felt listened, despite how he knows they'll never go back to how they were when they were children, he still cares for felix

(okay the context for this is that he was going to sacrifice himself and turn into the werewolf forever without Felix knowing but the witch stepped in to pretend to be the wolf instead so all is good)

Up to here, I was thinking about how Felix wants to protect Informant just because he was the younger brother since he has been worrying about him non-stop ever since he popped back up

Felix has always been trying to protect Informant when they were young and he's Still doing it now.

IT'S SO WILD BECAUSE IN THIS PART OF THE STORY, HE HAS BEEN REFERING TO HARRY AND INFORMANT AS IF THEY WERE 2 DIFFERENT PEOPLE his refusal to admit that they are the same people

Informant will always be seen as the little brother in his eyes. He will always be underestimating him and absolutely cannot see that Informant has grown and changed as a person

AND IN THIS SECTION, INFORMANT GOES AHEAD AND CUTS CONTACT WITH FELX.

AND OH MY GOD I AM SO INSANE ABOUT THIS SECTION BECAUSE I've been having this feeling, ever since he revealed himself, the reluctance in his words to admit that he was a Smallcat.

This section means so much for his character because it shows how he misses his family, or at least having a sort of solace of people who can support him, But upon reuniting with Felix, he realises that he can't stand being around him because it makes him feel like a child again

being around Felix makes him feel like he's losing that control again back when they were young because Felix just won't see him eye to eye

IT SERVES AS SOME SORT OF REMINDER WHY HE DIDN'T WANT TO REVEAL HIMSELF TO HIS BROTHER ON TOP OF THE FEELING LIKE A MONSTER BIT

HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS FAMILY IS SO AWFULLY COMPLEX TO ME GODDD I AM SO CRUSHED!!!!!!!!!!!!

[the-spam-specialist]

“Join Me for Tea and Lies” Preview

“Now arriving at docking distance of the Battleship Halberd.”

The Lor’s voice rang in Magolor’s head. Despite the voice not being out loud for anyone to hear, his ears still twitched like they were hit with vocal soundwaves. He quickly straightened his posture after leaning on the control panel for so long and adjusted his scarf. 

Today was going to be everything. 

An invitation to the Halberd by Meta Knight himself was something not to be taken lightly. 

In all honestly, he still wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not when Meta Knight contacted him. Their friendship went from tense neutral terms to ‘let’s have a friendly visit’ so fast that it made him dizzy just thinking about it. 

“Okay, okay, big day. This is a big day. Well, maybe not a big day, but big event! In a sentimental sense, not necessarily a numerical sense.” Magolor realized that he was pacing. And rambling. And breathing kind of heavy. “Am I freaking out too much?” 

“Yes,” the Lor simply replied. 

“AGH!” Magolor tugged on the ears of his hood in frustration. He crossed his non-existent arms and leaned on the wall. “This is like my first hang out with Kirby all over again. But somehow worse.” 

“It is okay to be panicked about this. I recall you telling me about Meta Knight’s initial reaction to your return to Planet Popstar. This is quite a sudden change between the two of you.”

The mage’s ears lowered. He floated back over to the control panel and looked at the screen. The Halberd was quickly approaching. He sighed. 

“I’m not ‘panicked.’ I’m just…excited in all the worst ways. Or…nervous in all the best ways? You get what I mean.”

“I do not. But I shall pretend that I do.”

“Uh…thanks…”

Magolor shook his head. He knew the Lor meant well. They just had their own…special way of expressing it. But he still appreciated their support nonetheless. 

Another glance at the screen showed the Lor pulling up to the side of the Halberd. Which meant it was time to go. However, he took a moment to check his reflection on the shiny floor. His outfit had been slightly altered over the past few months. New gloves with stars on them and a heart scarf buckle from Kirby. And the ears of his hood had a slightly different pattern thanks to some sewing lessons from Bandana Dee. All in all, he didn’t look bad. 

Magolor even dared to think that he looked nice. 

But it always helped to get a second opinion.

“Alright, Lor, how do I look?” 

“Like you always do.” 

Magolor’s ears flattened, “That doesn’t help me!” 

“Would you rather I say that you look bad?”

“Mmph…” the mage huffed in irritation.

“I am joking. You look very nice. Wearing the accessories your friends gave you will help in showing Meta Knight how much you have changed. Also, it is very cute.” 

“I thank you for everything but the last part. I’m not cute.” 

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not!” 

“I thought you had sworn off lying?”

 “I’M LEAVING NOW!” Magolor shouted, his ears twitching in anger. The Lor could be such a parent to him. It drove him insane. 

…Most of the time.

[biarritzzz]

2021 u.s. pull out of Afghanistan opened my eyes, coming from an abusive Muslim background, I knew the evil of Islam, and extremism. Seeing white women bullied viciously online for saying they support the afghan women and girls to be brought to the west, (but not the men for obvious reasons) woke me up. The left doesn’t care about women’s safety and the amount of think pieces and infographics about white women being evil and racist for not welcoming afghan men with open arms was the last straw. As a non white woman I never thought they were being racist and always would support white women over misogynistic abusive pigs regardless of their color. A white woman never hurt me.

Feminists saying they only want Afghan women and no Afghan men are virtue-signaling.

This isn’t a policy that can realistically be enacted. How does it work exactly? Afghan women are ok with leaving their brother/father/uncle/husband behind? Yeah, right. And their father/uncle/husband are ok with letting them travel on their own to a Western country? Please.

Such a policy would be denounced as discriminatory anyway. If we take Afghan women, we have to take the men too. So I say we take no one.

Afghans have been wreaking havoc in Western Europe these past few years: not a week goes by that an Afghan male doesn’t rape, kill, assault. Afghan culture is horrifying and unbelievably backwards yet politicians in Europe tell us: no, we can’t send them back home (why the fuck are they coming in the first place) because the Talibans are there boohoohoo. As if Afghans oppose the Talibans on principles. It’s just tribal shit, they’re all deeply dangerous and violent.

The other day I stumbled upon this article in a magazine where a famous Belgian writer was talking about her trauma: at 12 years old she was raped by 4 men on a beach. I was horrified then thought: hang on… this can’t have happened in Europe. It’s only at the very end of the article that it’s revealed that it occurred in Bangladesh (her parents were diplomats there). I’m not saying that pedophilia, incest and rape don’t exist in Europe obviously, just that this type of public rape where men behave like fucking animals with a child is normalized in countries where little girls marrying grown men is legal, where women just walking around in public without a man by their side are fair game. Indian/Pakistani men make arab and black men look almost normal (almost being the operative word).

Years ago, I had this job in a company that did logistics. My stupid POS boss had the brilliant idea of hiring a few Bangladeshi men because he wanted cheap labour. Their job was to load the trucks. These men were creepy as fuck and the rare times I encountered them, I would always walk fast and limit eye contact. One day I made the mistake of answering one of them who asked me for the time. I stop, look at my watch and that is when one of them grabs me and pulls me toward him. Strong grip, I couldn’t let go. He decided that because I had stopped and talked to him I was fair game. I screamed and finally managed to get away. He thought that was funny and that I was playing with him. This is their ‘normal’ behavior.

These countries are sordid shitholes and the people inhabiting them are insanely dangerous and backwards. For women and for children (and for men as well). The idea that they’re going to adopt our western values just because they moved to the West is utterly preposterous and in a normal world anyone suggesting it would be laughed out the room.

If you are a white woman/girl you have a target on your back because to these men, you are a literal prostitute since the only times they’ve seen a white woman is through porn. Gang bangs especially. Porn websites publish data that show which country watches what type of pornography and the results are as illuminating as they are horrifying.

There is a fundamental civilization incompatibility that the corrupt European elites (left, right, center) don’t care about because it’s about greed, growth and destruction of Europe and the fact that it endangers Europeans and specifically women doesn’t matter to them.

Since you say you are from a muslim background, I assume you live in the West now. So your family came with you. If you came, then so did the men of your family and mathematically this puts Western women in danger (‼️).

[dyslexic-mess]

Sonic Underground is just so weird, some of the episodes contradict themselves, I Feel. Well it was certainly a thing, all things considered, LOL!

Oh, I will be the FIRST to say that sonic underground was objectively a bad show. The art style and models were inconsistent as hell (which I could apsolutly talk at length about), The writing feels like they had maybe one writers room and called it a day, not to mention to questionable voice acting.

The reosen I'm so attached to it, foremost, is the nostalgia, I think. I only know about it at ALL because me and my brother used to go for sleepovers at my uncles house. He was like, 20, at the time and didn't really have alot of stuff to occupy a 10 y/o and a 7 y/o in his tiny bacholers pad of a flat so he broke out his old box set of sonic underground and we'd watch that and eat pizza.

That aside, though, I enjoy it now because it has an objectively cool concept. It's an awfully handled concept but cool, non the less. You got this really awesome set up of three siblings with vaughly defined magic powers in an underground rebellion against an enemy that can and will do something worse than death if he catches them. They all come from different backgrounds so they all (in theory) bring unique perspectives to situations.

Sonic is a seosened rebel, having worked with his uncle before the three met up. He is used to leading the charge and has an intemate understanding of how the rebellion functions and its members.

Sonia is from an aristocratic background. She understands etiquette and has contacts in the higher classes. She has skills trained by professional personal tutors and knows how to work and blend into a crowd.

Then there's Manic. Raised in the real underground of the city, he has contacts with criminals and understands under the table dealings. He's got hard earned street smarts, is a master thief, and knows how to talk with and get information from the city's seedy underbelly.

The potential there is so potent is drives me insane sometimes! Yes, I have expireanced media since that dose all these things and handles them better but with the endearment from my past thrown in, I find there's just nothing quite like it!

[robinruns]

Ok quick Dunes Day update

...just kidding this got fucking long, so it's going under a cut

Got to the hotel a bit before 3, had to wait to check in, but that wasn't a big deal. Got over to The Rave and there was a line but it wasn't bad. I asked and it was not separated by VIP/non-VIP so I just sat down on the blacktop like everyone else and roasted for about two hours.

I had paid for parking and around 5 pm a guy came out and was like "Hey, if you're parked here, come get a pass or we'll tow you." So I had to go to my car, get my ticket, get a pass and he made me move my car so there would be more room. (Spoiler alert: when I left the lot wasn't even half full)

There was some back and forth with whether or not the VIP line was lining up at the front of the building, or if they would come and get us. They did come to get us a bit after 5:30 and then we went inside and lined up. I think I was about the 10th person in line. I shoulda known how bad it was gonna be when I was standing inside and it was just as hot as outside, just without the sun.

We finally get let into this smaller side bar and I was like oh ok, this is where the Q&A is, then we'll go into the larger room for the show. Then I realized the drum kits were set up there. No this was it. This tiny tiny space was it. Well fine ok. I had made friends with the two people behind me in line and they were super nice, and we got to talking to a couple in front of us as well. We quickly realized this show was basically a mini-Pride event 😄 it felt really cool to just be like "oh yea, I'm NB" and it was just... yea 🤷🏻‍♀️ no big deal!

The Q&A was fun. One of my line friends was like "What's your favorite horror movie?" And Frank was trying to take off his sweatshirt and he gets the mic and is like "just now when I was stuck in my sweatshirt" 🤣 Anthony talked about being 12 and huffing and accidentally burning down his friend's garage. At this point I now consider IASIP to be a documentary and Anthony was the inspiration for Charlie and/or Mac lol

Q&A ended, the assistant who was running it handed out the waters on stage that the guys didn't take and I got Tucker's extra La Croix. It was grapefruit 😄

Pinkshift came out and absolutely ripped it the fuck up, like holy shit they were great. Highly recommend checking them out! A person did pass out a little bit back from me, and the band was good about stopping right away and everyone was calling for security, but it felt like it took forever to get anyone to come around for them and get them off the floor. It was so fucking hot, like it was insane. I'm surprised more people didn't pass out honestly.

Then Dunes came on and it was fucking rad. Anthony was giving high fives and like taking peoples' hands and he totally held my hand for a moment, a long moment! And it was magical 😄 They fucking tore it up, and at the end of the first song I made eye contact with Travis and was like "🤘🏻 yea!" And he grinned back, it was great!

That reminds me, I think Coheed is coming to the Sylvee again for the 100th time, maybe I'll go because I'm done with the Rave I think.

The crowd was nuts, they were pushing really bad from the back and I eventually had to dip out. I was afraid I was gonna pass out if I stayed in there with how hot it was plus all the pushing. Would have been good if there was any sort of security keeping people back, but again, they were MIA. So I went around to the bar off to the side to get a water and there was a giant industrial fan blowing. The vibe was so much more chill and I was like "am I old? Is this it?" But honestly I didn't care. I leisurely went to the bathroom, grabbed merch, and just enjoyed the music.

I'm pretty sure this means I'm old 😅 oh well, I don't mind!

I left right at the end and grabbed a brat from a street vendor. It was amazing and honestly I needed it so bad. I had a water in my car so I slammed that as well. It sucks when you go to shows alone and you can't pop around the corner to McDonalds while you wait to get some fries and a soda and take a pee break. Like you just have to wait and wait and wait and hope someone around you is chill to hold your spot. It's sorta a bummer honestly.

Getting back to the hotel was a bit of a headache, mainly because of traffic from the Brewer game letting out. But as soon as I got back I got into my room, got a shower, and now I'm in bed. I have a full day planned for tomorrow, including stopping at Target, stopping at the running store, finding a post office, and getting a manicure. And then going home and getting prepared for the rest of my week.

Ok that was a lot longer than I originally intended, but oh well

[marauderswolf22]

okay so im gathering all my emotional strength to tell my school psychologist of my suspicions that i might be autistic, and i wanted to ask some autistic people here if you make these things too? mainly, if those things are stimming? but most of them im sure are and im kind of doccumenting or sharing them (I JUST YAPP OK?)

there are 20+ points in this so i've made this sweet thing to make it look more sensible

many times a day my left leg stands straight, but my right one bends a little, makes little jumps. it's always in rhythm, i usually do it when i talk to someone

i can hold eye contact, but only with my 3/4 closest people when it's REALLY close (like we're touching noses kind of close). when i try holding it with my teachers i literally am playing a mind game, counting, choosing which direction i have to look at now, it's exhuhasting

i really don't understand non verbal clues. my polish teacher really likes me and often when i ask something, she just gives me a winkle and smiles. and im like ??? and she does additional smaller things when i ask what does she mean, but i don't have a bloody clue

when i was small schedules were so imporant to me (they still are but i mask more). i set myself 21.30 (9.30pm) as the time to go to sleep, even tho my parents were complete fine with me staying up longer. every time i've been 'late' for my bedtime even 5 minutes i was crying and it was so hard i still remember many situations like this

i don't just dance and sing/lipsing to music. i like to 'show' the lyrics with my body and i think it's more than just dancing. and also, seeing my friends enjoying their favourite music, i look like im on some hard drugs in comparison to them lmao

i did this thing that i feel every autistic child did, so when it was loud, i would cover and uncover my ears rhytmically so the sound will do the funny loud-silent-loud-silent thing

i wholeheartedly (is this how you write it? idc) HATE any needles on me. i hate the feeling of something small and 'pointy' on my skin, even a pen

i often just 'dig' my fingers into my skin (not to the point it's painfull, im just playing with it) when im thinking/focused. or just rub my fingers over a specific area of skin, or just scratch myself (my atopic dermatitis 💀). and i often just play with my lip lmao

idk if anyone else does it, but i really often do kind of a 'bubble' filled with air with my mouth and really slowly push the air out? but i've noticed that really recently so i have to look at it closer). while writing this post i've done it about 4/5 times

the uneven shoe laces!!! it drives me mad and i can't walk more than a few steps with them. boots with this little straps and belts are even worse, it feels like it's never even

when i eat, i almost plan it. if i eat, for example meat, potatos and a salad everything must go in order, and the last bite is the most important part. when it's the meat when it was supposed to be potatos i feel unsatisfied and sometimes literally have to have a bite of potato lmao

i also like to 'scretch' (also not to the point when it hurts) my in-between-collarbones (to the center) with my thomb on one side and other fingers on the other. it's always really specific and i do it when im bored/stressed. when the anxiety is higher is kind of softly (or rarely less softly) punch myself with my left fist, on the area of my sternum

the dinosaur hands. i've also discovered this in myself quite recently, and now i see i do it relatively a lot

i also sleep with the hugged-to-the-inside-dinosaur-hands. it's really uncomfy AND really comfy at the same time

i really dislike the feeling of veins. like i make a face even if i touch a more permanent my one (this sentence feels like it does NOT make sense)

anything similar to uneven-freshly cut nails or not smooth wood makes me go insane. that's one of the reasons why i keep my nails naturally pretty long (and i also dislike the feeling of the skin 'below' the nail that is suddenly feeling everything???)

i've already talked about it a few weeks ago, but till about a month ago i was SURE an eye roll is the cartoony eye roll when you do almost/complete full circle. and i learned it's just rapidly looking in a different direction??? what???

i sttrugle to use slang. not lol and stuff, but more recent, trendy things that all my friends already use but i just don't understand. even if i know the deffinition i have no clue how to properly use most of these words.

when my friend says something in a funny way i feel the ultimate need to repeat it. and i think i sometimes use this the incorrect way, when my friend just says something in a different than usual tone. n one has ever corrected me, suggesting that it wasn't meant to be funny, but often no one laughs. but i can't stop doing this!!!

it's the ultimate thing. when i was smaller, a pre-teen, and even now as a teen, i extremly copy the characters i like. it happens just after i've watched/read a piece of media i really like (it can also be for the 1st time), and i really liked a character. i've had one case when i wasn't even a super fan of the character, but it was just the main one and they're really succesful. so, from just after i watched it (or when I AM currently watching it) till the maximum of 5 days later i 'mimick' this character. i see scenarios when i behave like them. i use a similar tone, i have similar mimicry, i imagine myself saying jokes in their style!!! i've never done this in front of anyone else, always in my own room alone, but it was always very strong. it also makes me quite happy sometimes. it happens less often now im more self aware, but when i was smaller sometimes i wasn't fully aware that im doing that.

sooo, i feel like i've oversheared, but i feel alright with it so why should i care? oh and also, to your information, that is NOT everything. i just have no remaining energy to continue the list for now