#anyone is free to ask me questions to dig this deeper

[sleep-nurse]

my sona's lore outside his real life lore gets so fucking complicated i should just write it all down somewhere because holy fuck

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Crew Headcanon

Game Night: Hot Seat

Summary: What if the chef (you) hosted the Hot Seat game with the crew?

Pairings: Tulpar Crew x Reader

Day 156

One slow-ass day aboard the Tulpar, someone (probably you, possibly not) decided to shake things up. Enter: “The Hot Seat.”

Daisuke’s brilliant chaos brain kicks in: “Alright, everyone’s asses to the lounge!”

And by everyone, he means EVERYONE. Even poor Swansea, who, you can tell, was plotting your murder silently after his naptime was unashamedly snatched from him

Anyway! You explain the rules, yada-yada:

Take turns sitting in “The Seat” (a janky old pilot chair Jimmy swears is still operational—it’s not. It’s begging for retirement or a dignified death).

Everyone gets to throw questions at the victim-- I mean, participant.

Answer honestly or take a shot of Daisuke’s “mystery juice” (an ungodly concoction of random spices and liquid in the kitchen he found while he was cleaning - punishment by Swansea). He claims it's edible but aside from the glowing toxic green color, something's moving in the juice. Even Anya’s armed with antibiotics, just in case

Round 1: The Captain

Curly starts the game with the intention to stay honest and transparent, the way a captain should (hiswordsnotmine.) He takes a seat with the click of his cowboy boots, "I’ve got nothing to hide. Ask away!"

Question 1: "What’s the dumbest decision you’ve made as our captain?"

Curly's grin falters a bit before answering, "Okay, fine. There was this one time I insisted on manually navigating the Tulpar to impress someone... in my defense, those maps were outdated! And the the che-- I mean that someone was impressed… I think?"

Maybe it was the lighting, but you swear his forehead's starting to get shiny

Question 2: "What’s the real reason you became a captain?"

Caught off guard, Curly clears his throat, his composure slipping. "To lead. To inspire."

Jimmy raises an eyebrow. "C’mon, that’s the PR answer!"

"And… maybe I thought the uniform looked cool. Okay? Next question!"

Yeah no, his forehead was really reflecting light

Final Question: "Have you ever used your rank to get out of trouble?"

Curly’s face turns redder than a warning light, but he still holds his ground. "I… may have politely reminded a customs officer of my rank when they tried to confiscate my coffee stash. It wasn’t a bribe or anything!"

Curly is visibly flustered but still holding onto his Captain pride. "You’re all insufferable," he mutters, FINALLY wiping his sweaty forehead (it was dripping large drops atp). But when no one’s looking, you catch the smile tugging at his lips

Round 2: The Nurse

Anya walks in like she’s ready for surgery. Clipboard in hand, questions already prepped because no one’s catching her off guard

Question 1: "What’s the dumbest injury you’ve treated on this crew?"

Without missing a beat: “Someone tried to impress their crush, slipped on a banana peel, and sprained their wrist and their ego. I won't name names, they know who they are...”

Everyone looks at Jimmy

Question 2: "What’s the most non-standard thing in your med kit?"

“Glitter band-aids.”

"What!? But I never saw one of 'em on anyone."

"That's cause I secretly covered yours with normal bandaids, Swans."

Last Question: "Anya, what’s your guilty pleasure when you’re not in nurse mode? Something you’d never admit..."

In Anya's boyscout-ready clipboard of questions, that's one question that short-circuited her brain

"Uh, what do you mean by... guilty pleasure? I mean, I... definitely... DEFINITELY don’t spend my free time watching those... really bad reality shows, you know, like 90 Day Fiancé or The Kardashians... that’s just... so not me...heh..."

She pauses, realizing she’s digging herself deeper.

"And I definitely don’t have a secret stash of junk food next to me when I do... uh, when I watch those shows... because that would be... unhealthy... right?"

Her clipboard went straight at her face when you all snickered. The flustered nurse was something you weren't prepared to take in, but hey, you weren't complaining ;)

"It’s just for stress relief, okay?! It’s... it's not a habit or anything!"

Round 3: The Co-pilot

Jimmy struts up: attach all cocky gestures a man with an empire-rise-tall ego would do “Bring it. I’m unshakeable.”

First Question: "Do you have feelings for Y/N?"

Without missing a beat, Jimmy reaches for the juice… but instead of a shot, he downs the ENTIRE GLASS

Five minutes later: “I can feel it. IT’S REARRANGING MY PERSONALITY! That FUCKING JUICE is a CRIME to HUMANITY."

Ten minutes later: Trying his best to smile smugly despite the involuntary and random tremors that's hitting him every 5 seconds

Every time you look at him, he avoids eye contact

“It’s the juice, not me.”

Question 2: "If you had to kick someone off the crew, who’s it gonna be?"

“Oh, easy. Daisuke.”

Daisuke protests loudly, but Jimmy shrugs. “That juice deserves jail time.”

Jimmy spends the rest of the game poorly walking at a fine line between bravado and damage control, especially when anyone mentions you or the juice

Round 4: The Mechanic

Swansea reluctantly takes the seat, grumbling about how this whole game is a waste of time

"Just get this over with."

Question 1: "What do you think of Y/N’s cooking?"

He grunts. “Edible. Most of the time.”

“THAT’S THE NICEST THING YOU’VE EVER SAID ABOUT ME!”

“Y'right.”

Question 2: "Why do you always act like you don’t care?"

He scowls. "Because I don’t. Next question." But as the game goes on, his shoulders visibly relaxed, even had him smile when Daisuke roasted the co-pilot

When you teased him for enjoying the game, he went back at that grumpy (he thought it was intimidating, it wasn't) crossed-arms pose

"It's not the game. Yer all just idiots. Just like watching dogs catchin' their tails"

"Yeah and the Nile is a river."

Last Question: "Any sentimental moments with the crew?"

He clears his throat. "Sentimental, huh? Don’t think I’m the type to get all teary-eyed over people... but I’ll tell you, the day that Cap here, couldn’t even fix a damn lightbulb without asking me for help, well, that was... something. Made me feel like I still had some purpose 'round here."

He pauses for a second, almost looking like he was about to say more but after seeing all your expecting faces, the man just grunts and shakes his head

"That’s all yer gettin’ outta me. Don’t go thinkin’ I’m some softie."

All your mouths were collecting flies. That's the most emotional you could make Swansea be

Round 5: The Intern

Daisuke practically cartwheels to the chair... big mistake

Question 1: "Most immature thing you’ve done?"

“Immature? Me? NEVER.”

*Silence, t'was so silent that you could actually hear crickets despite free-floating in space*

“Okay, FINE. I might’ve accidentally stepped on the boss's face one night when I was aboutta pee. BUT I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”

"Oh, that explains the fishy smell. My bad Swans, thought it was your hair."

"Look who's talkin', as if I'm the one bathin' once a month."

Yeah, Jimmy's ego couldn't have been more trampled at this point

Question 2: "Most childish crew member?"

Rubs his hand like he's planning a complicated bank heist

"Easy... Jimmy. Why? Well, let me think… maybe it’s because the guy DRANK a juice just to dodge A QUESTION, might I add, that wasn’t even that BAD."

Daisuke crossed his arms and pouts like a disappointed girlfriend

"AND instead of owning up like a MAN, he KICKS ME outta the crew just for the heavenly potion I MADE. Yeah, Real mature, Jimmy."

Last Question: "Whose advice would you take: Swansea or Y/N?"

"Okay, this is seriously like one of those Resident Evil game choices, y’know? Like, who do you pick? Swansea’s all grumpy wisdom, and he’s got the whole... ‘I’ve seen it all’ vibe. I mean, boss is like the living manual for everything that can go wrong."

He glances over at you and grinned wider

"But then there’s Y/N, who’s always level-headed and knows when to just... chill and have fun. And your advice, like, it always has a twist of realness to it, right? You’re like... I don’t know, the sage with a spoon!... Or a butcher knife?"

Daisuke looks up at both of you, his expression is pure puppy-like distress.

"See? This is hard... I mean life and death situation hard."

"Well, the kid’s in trouble now. What’re you gonna do, Daisuke? Take the safe advice, or follow the one with sugar-coated truth?" Swansea bumps your side

"Ha! Mine's got pure truth and a sugary sweet with it, that's different, Swans."

Last Round: The Chef

Finally, you get forced into the seat (more like physically dragged by the men while screaming bloody murder) and everyone goes HARD on you

"What’s the weirdest thing you’ve fed us without telling us?"

"Weird is subjective, right? So if I thought the ingredient was normal, meh, does it still count as weird? Asking for a chef ;)"

"Are you the one who broke the coffee machine?"

"I mean, define ‘broke.’ If we’re being technical, it still turns on. It just, you know, sprays coffee sideways. That’s not broken, just... quirky."

"Do you actually like Curly's speeches, or are you just polite?"

You grinned

"Ah, well, they’re definitely… memorable. You know, it’s impressive how cap can make freighter maintenance sound like a call to arms. Like, one sec you’re zoning out, then next, you’re ready to fight a full Jedi council… for better fuel efficiency."

Who's the worst cook in all the Tulpar?

"Daisuke. Had the rare talent to almost burn the kitchen down, no, the whole Tulpar from just... boiling water. WATER!"

You succesfully dodged them all until you broke when Swansea narrows his eyes and growls:

"What happened to my tools last week?"

Visibly sweating but desperately clawing on the the little control you have left

"Swansea, listen… Those tools have been through a lot. They’ve seen things. I’ve seen things. The point is, they’ve served their purpose bravely. Now, about that wrench…"

At this point, You crumbled under Swansea’s intense dad stare and admit to using the wrench as a garlic crusher

The lounge area was filled with everyone laughing and whooping, and your reign of dodging questions comes to a dramatic (and pathetically hilarious end) after receiving a 20 push-up punishment from Swansea

a/n: second sem's been throwing me around like a ragdoll and it's been like two weeks... but yknow what, lemme make it a challenge. send some headcanon ideas cause all i can do is write at this point, not think :,)

[dollyyss]

I FELL INLOVE WITH THE KYLE FIC OMG??? OK OK WHAT ABOUT THIS.

the main gang with an S/O that is like, VERY VERY SNUG/TIGHT, like unnaturally tight (but not negatively ;)). Also a virgin, like the biggest virgin out there, completely oblivious to stuff like that and super sensitive to touch in general, talking just a graze of fingertips might gain a small whine. I'm thinking maybe a correct adjective for this would be just the classic virgin reader + the things listed. AAAAA FEEL FREE TO DO THIS DEPENDING ON HOW YOU HAVE ENERGY I KNOW UR SICK😭🙏

-🃏

..sigh you just love to do things to my brain don’t you anon.. WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME- NEOCIE IM GONNA GO FERAL RAWR RAWR RAWR jk I’m such a sweet girl, I’m an angel I would never. Tehehe. And I’m sick so I’m an even more touchy just brain melty mood.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Kyle’s gang + butters with virgin reader!

Established relationship ₊ ⊹

All characters are aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Cartman and butters 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut/ NSFW, some degrading

Kyle 🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐

“Just like that holy fuck.. you’re so good for me.” Kyle let out a low moan, his head leaned far into his pillow whilst you slowly rode him. “That’s it baby, slowly, don’t look away, keep looking at me, that’s it. Keep watching me baby” his hands held either side of your face in an attempt to keep you with him, to keep you from looking away from him. Your legs shook on either side of his waist, your hands covering your face as you helplessly rutted against Kyle. You practically sucked him in earning groans and whimpers from the lanky gingers lips. “Fuck you’re tight.” He couldn’t hold back anymore, not with the way you gripped so tightly around him, not when he was trying to pull out to slam back in. No you gripped so tight he couldn’t even pull out. It was enough for him to grip onto the sides of your face harder, pulling you down so your forehead rested on his and he snapped his hips up into a ruthless pace.

- He’s a sweet boyfriend. He’s just a sweet guy in general. So when you tell him you’re a virgin he of course would never ever judge you for it.

-what he didn’t know was everything he did could basically make you drip on the spot, and majority of the time it’s shit he doesn’t even think of. He’s sitting with you in a restaurant with Stan and the rest, he softly touches your thigh, opening it to drag you closer to him. He doesn’t think a thing of it until you let out a squeak. Everyone raises their brows, Kyle looking at you when he feels your thighs squeezing his hand. Ahh.. you were sensitive too.

-“have you.. ever touched yourself..?” He asks curiously before feeling you shove his shoulder “Kyle broflovski!” “What? Sorry, I’m sorry. I just. Wanted to know” there was silence before you slowly nodded. He thought for a moment “has anyone else ever touched you?” He questioned again, watching as you shook your head side to side looking at him with big doe eyes. Your hands placed between your thighs. He softly bit his bottom lip, watching your body gently rock back and forth at the thought “do you.. want to be touched?” He slowly scoots closer to you, watching as you slowly lay back on his parents couch, his hands coming to tease the hem of your pants.

-he goes so god damn dumb when you grip him. He doesn’t know how to act. It’s like his brain shuts off and he goes into auto pilot. He’s usually gentle but fuck when he feels you grip so tightly, tight enough that you can feel almost every curve and vein littering his cock, he’s biting your shoulders and slamming into you. He’s swearing, panting. He’s so fuck drunk he doesn’t know what to do.

Stan .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

Panting. He’s a panting mess. He tries to form words but he’s so focused on trying to find a deeper angle, trying so desperately to feel you tighten even more then you already were. Your finger nails dig into his raven locks watching as your feet bounce due to your legs being locked around his waist. He was slightly hunched over, his hands on your ass to lift the bottom half of your body off your bed by a couple centimetres, his face buried in your hair while he lets out pleasurable grunts. “Stan!” Your lips spewing his name made him open his watery eyes, lips immediately coming to your ear. “I know, I know. I’m right here.” His hips snap as he slowly sits up, his member pulling out but with a struggle, his tip being the only thing remaining in your gushing warmth. “Can you take some more for me? Hm? Think you could do that?” When he watches you nod he gently takes your legs from his waist and pushes them against your chest, finding himself thrusting deeper at the new angle, your walls clenching so god damn good.

-“virgin? Really.. you? Are a virgin?” He almost doesn’t believe you because to him he can’t see how someone like you could be one. He’d thought everybody would be all over you. But he would admit he was proud to be the one to take it from you. He’s kinda dumb. So he doesn’t catch on. He just thinks you innocence is just, well how you are. But no.. no it’s for many reasons.

-he guides you 100%, you might actually make him a bit nervous because he doesn’t want to ruin this for you. He doesn’t want to take your purity away in such a vile way, he actually wants to make sure it goes exactly how you want. Tell him and he’ll do it. “You’ve got it babe”

-like I said Stan is a little dumb from time to time so he just doesn’t understand why you can’t sit still on his lap. He doesn’t get why your legs are practically shaking and stuttering against him when his large calloused hands come to hold at your hips. Maybe he’s not dumb he’s just, oblivious. He’s noticed that when he sweeps the hair from your neck to the other side you shudder, gripping onto his arm. “Are you? Are you good?”

-when he finds out the reason for it being you were a virgin he kinda.. likes it. He likes that he can be the one to make you act like that, how a single touch from him could have your legs open for him. Of course he takes is time with you. But he does enjoy teasing you from time to time.

-.. the first time you give him a handjob he’s definitely staring at you. He’s on the couch because his parents aren’t home. So what a perfect spot to do so. Your hands pump his cock so well while you partially hide your face, turning it the other way. His arms are resting on the head of the couch, one hand coming to turn your head so close to his you can feel his breath. “Don’t shy away from me..” his eyes are on you, nose pressed to your cheek as you pump him faster, you bottom lip tugged harshly under your teeth.

Kenny ₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉

“Mm I think you can take more sweet thing.. shhh I don’t wanna hear another word. You lay and look pretty for me yeah?” Kenny’s pace was torturous as it was; but having him grip onto his headboard, and pushing you further into his sheets was enough to make you clench harder around him. He shivered, his smile growing wide enough to expose the missing tooth on the right side further back. “Kenny please! I can’t do it.. I-i can’t take much more” you pushed at his lower stomach, still your grip around him was hard for him to pull out, pulling out would mean feeling every inch of his cock and that alone was pleasurable enough to send you to your edge. “Awh the poor baby, that’s a shame isn’t it, cuz you are” he was quick to take your jaw in his hands, pounding into you, his other hand pushing down on your shoulder to keep you from squirming. “Fuck I love the way you clench around me, like you don’t want me to leave” he cooed at you. Feeling yours fingers scratch and grip at his sides and lower stomach once more.

-he’s a horndog. So finding out you’re a virgin? “SCORE” he’s jumping over the moon for joy! Really it’s nothing to be so happy about, so giddy, but he’s just more or so happy it gets to be him that shows you everything.

-he’s probably one to tease tremendously until you finally lose your virginity to him. He likes watching you twitch and squirm at every touch he gives, but he makes sure his touches are extra touchy. He’ll walk behind you to grab your chest, when your making out his tongue is tracing your collarbones all the way down to the hem of your underwear. He wants you to feel like it’s about to happen but he’ll keep you waiting just a little longer.

-he’s probably gotten you to hump his leg. I’m not kidding. He was sitting on his bed, watching you walk around a little too tempting for him. He wasn’t exactly ready to do things to you quite yet, and he didn’t want to force you but when you ended up on his floor, sitting on his foot to try and get off. That shit eating grin never left his face. “Where did that pretty little innocence go hm?” “Kenny.. s-stop it’s not funny”

Cartman 🎧✮🧺✧˖°

“You’re so pathetic.” cartman pulled out, before pushing himself back in further “squeezing and gripping my cock like you don’t want me to stop.” He repeated slowly pulling out before pushing back in. “You go so dumb for my cock you can’t help but clench onto me huh? You silly little thing” who knew Eric cartman was also a teasing little shit even in bed. You. You did. Your hands held onto his shoulders, your feet planted on his bed, knees up and shaking as he worked his way to a somewhat quicker pace. He kept his thrusts short but he was deep. Both due to him and you pulling in him each time he tried to pull back a bit. “Eric, m-mm~” he cocked a brow stopping for a moment before looking at you fully. “Go on, say it, I won’t move until you do” your eyes shot open “mmm- more I want more please” he chuckled gently “you greedy bitch, I’m giving you so much and you want more” he listened though, he gave you what you wanted. He always did in the end.

- “pfft. Fucking virgin” he was too. So don’t let him get to you. Is he going to tell you that? Fuck no. Do you know? Yeah most likely I mean it’s cartman he’s lucky he even landed you. “Cartman shut up. That’s fucking rude and it’s not funny” you crossed your arms. “I’m sorry I’m sorry.. hmm” you shot him a glare. “Cartman.” He placed his fingertips to his lips “it’s just.. a little funny” he pinched his fingers together to make a small gap between his thumb and pointer finger. “I hate you.”

- a fucking tease, like Kenny he uses it to his full fucking advantage. He’ll tease the fuck out of you but just won’t give you want you want. You want him to take your virginity and baby he will. He just wants to get you all pent up, hot and bothered.

-from time to time, when things feel like they’re getting closer, and both of you are practically undressed his tip is teasing at your entrance, slowly circling before he stops for a moment, “hm, I don’t know, I’m feeling a little *yawn* sleepy yknow?” He smirks before laying down on his back watching as you look wet and dumbfounded, legs slowly closing as you sit up. “What the hell Eric..” he looks at you. “You could, suck me off? How does that sound?” You roll your eyes lowering your head at his commend. Don’t worry.. he’ll do it. He just likes to tease you to the very edge, to where you think you’ll get it.

Butters ˚☆🐈*๑

“P-please I won’t last much longer if y-you keep doing that..” butters stutters his words. He has you in a mating press, his legs surprisingly keeping him up, as he slams back down repeatedly. “I’m sorry baby.. I-i can’t he-help it oh my god~” your hands run through his hair, his head lowered towards yours as his lips try to reach your own. You clenched around him each time he pushed in. And god did he love watching himself pull out to watch you grip, your juices coating his member. And when you were left empty he watched as you pulsate trying desperately to find him. The look of it.. fuck he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help but to give your tight fit exactly what it wanted “ahh~ lord.. I’m so close~” he whispered against your lips. He knew if his parents seen him now he’d be grounded for god knows how long but Jesus you drove him crazy the way you sucked him back in.

-“virgin? Well that’s alright darlin! Me too! We can learn together!” What he doesn’t know is you’ll have him sucked in, he can’t escape. Not that’s it’s bad. But he becomes addicted. Ever since the you told him, all he’s had on his mind is you gripping him so tightly, your warmth and softness. He’s like a rabid little bunny. But he does keep it to himself, he wants to be gentle with you, sweet and attentive the very first time. You both wanna make sure the other is comfortable.

-he finds it cute when he touches you and you practically moan. Because.. he does the same thing. You touch the back of his neck? He’s shuddering and moaning at the way your fingertips softly lingered. He loves when you you lay him down on his bed, lifting his shirt to kiss around his belly button, your lips lingering against his slight bright blonde happy trail. And he does the same to you, his lips tracing every inch of your body until he reaches between your thighs “mmm.. can I?” He asks gently “well I’ve never done this before so if it’s bad.. I’m sorry” he looks up at your with puppy dog eyes, making sure you know he’s just never done this. When you give the okay, he gentle.. but he can’t help himself when he tastes you, he’s immediately got your legs over his shoulders, and he’s making you squirm and scream. He’s very proud of himself. He’s not much of a tease but he tries to when he gets in the mood

“Well don’t you look awfully pretty” he mutters in your ear, watching the blush creep onto your cheek and you squirm in the place you sat. He’s not the greatest at teasing but hey he tries. And he makes sure you both learn one step at a time.

-but once he’s had it once…. There ain’t no going back. He’s like a wild dog off its leash.

Im sick.. and I’m feeling.. in the mood. I love them. I want them.

[s7toru]

FLAWLESS EXECUTION — GOJO SATORU

in which gojo helps you escape death by recovering your memories the only way he knows how, by taking you out on one last date

warnings & tags: 5.3k, pure fluff if you ignore the ending, mutual pining where the only cockblock is the fact that you're a wanted criminal, profanities, dumb gojo and dumber fem!reader, lukewarm makeout scene, tons of bickering, amnesia plot

an impenetrable fog clouds your thoughts, keeping them apart from sparking and making sense of your situation. with a groan, you lift your head and slowly track your eyes around the unfamiliar room.

white papers with odd symbols decorate all four walls, fluttering ominously despite the lack of wind. you seem to be sitting in a chair, though how you got here and why your hands were being constrained to said chair was a mystery. the position causes your shoulders to ache as your arms are pulled behind you, tucked away using a strong knot. 

with a yank, you attempt to free your wrists but the rope only digs deeper.

"you're awake."

your head snaps up at the sound, locking eyes with the man in front of you, seated in a similar chair to yours. somehow, he makes the chair seem small. his white hair and obnoxious black blindfold is hard to ignore, which makes you wonder how you could have missed the sight of him earlier.

"who are you?" you croak, throat protesting after the lack of use. "where am i?"

"you ask a lot of questions, don't you?"

"are you going to answer any of them?"

"my name is gojo, gojo satoru." the man swings his arms over the front of the chair, leaning forward. "and you're in a waiting room."

"waiting for what?"

"execution."

"what?" the noise escapes you before you can think them through. weren't you just a normal, ordinary citizen last time you checked? there was no way the small shenanigans you got up to in your average life would ever result in a death sentence much less in a filthy, dim lit room such as this one. "listen, i think you have the wrong person. if you let me go now, i won't tell anyone what happened!"

"that's real cute, name, but i definitely have the right person."

you flinch when he says your name. "the worst thing i've ever done is illegally crack games. i'm sorry for doing that, i repent. but don't you think execution is a bit too much?"

"this isn't about your irrelevant gaming addiction. this is about the lives of millions." gojo stands from his seat and you have to crane your head to hold his eyes. "you're name, ex jujutsu student, current rogue sorcerer. on a causal saturday, you annihilated an entire clan albeit an irrelevant one, and now the higher ups of the jujutsu society want you dead. you decided that the best plan of action was to mind manipulate yourself with your curse technique and forget all about it, society and all, living instead as a normal citizen."

he circles around you, whispering the last few words in your ear. "ring any bells?"

you jerk away, wishing your hands were free so you could cup your red ears. "what is wrong with you? and no i don't remember, what is a jujutsu anyway?"

gojo shrugs. "i didn't expect you to remember. your control over your cursed techniques was always really good. as you are right now, you're simply a less interesting shell of who you once were." his hand lightly holds onto your arm and you have to twist your neck to watch.

slowly, he drags his fingers down your arm before stopping at the rope. "now that we have you in our hands again, the higher ups are going to execute you. want to know why?"

"isn't it because you think i'm responsible for ending lives?"

"correct! you're catching on quicker than when you hadn't erased your memory." even though you didn't know the you he was referring to, you still felt insulted on her behalf. "but it's also because you're useless to them in your current state. without knowledge of jujutsu, they have no use for you."

"jujutsu this, jujutsu that, why don't you just let me go before i get the cops on you, you lunatic." you growl.

his finger shakes on your wrist as he laughs. "do you think non-jujutsu people could hurt me?" gojo gives the rope a tug and the knot comes apart, thudding to the floor. your wrist fall at the loss of the ropes and you immediately pull them tight to your chest, scootching to the edge of the chair to place distance between the two of you.

with a newfound caution, you study gojo. "thank you?"

he grins. "no problem."

"didn't you say the authorities wanted me dead? why are you setting me free?"

"you aren't useful to them as you are now, which is why you're set up for death. the simple answer to this situation then, is to pretend like you remember who you are. if you do that, then they can place you on a leash and get you to do their bidding before they get bored and decide to kill you again!"

you stare at him. "so death or later death. those are the options i get?"

"i'm glad you get it!"

you clear your throat. "that's nice and all but—"

with a start, you stand up and grab the legs of the chair, lifting it over your shoulder before throwing it at the suspicious man. you made sure to put all your strength behind it, hoping to dent the ridiculous smile he had on his face.

unfortunately, the chair starts floating in the air.

with the chair in the way, gojo sulks. "that wasn't very friendly of you."

"the, the chair! it's floating? how are you doing that?" you babble mindlessly. there's only one conclusion you can reach. "you're magic."

"i'm jujutsu, technically." gojo gestures with his fingers and the chair settles back comfortably on the ground. "shall we have a talk? without any thrown chairs?"

there's a silence whilst you judge your options. there was a door in the room, obviously, but the fact gojo wasn't guarding it made you uncertain. and, you'd seen him stop a chair in the air with his mind alone. he was no longer a person you wanted to deal with.

you look back and sit on the chair he was sitting at earlier, and he rests on yours. you clear your throat, pressing your knees together and bringing your hands into your lap in hopes to appear smaller under his gaze. “sorry.”

“you’re oddly timid.”

“well,” you hesitate. “you’re magic.”

“it’s jujutsu.” he clarifies again. “and you’re made of it too. that’s how you massacred a family clan twenty one days ago and how you wiped your memory five days after that.”

“you’re saying all this but i really can’t imagine myself doing that.”

"can you imagine yourself doing anything?"

you open your mouth to question his strange words, then close it abruptly. under the spotlight, you couldn't fathom an image of your person. there were vague ideas, like the fact you had been working cooperate before this incident, or the fact that you had a cute little kitten waiting in your single apartment, but details about your likes or interests were blurry.

you swallow, but it's uncomfortable and your mouth is dry. "seriously?" you whisper. "i did all that?"

something on his face falls before he picks it up. "cheer up, name! that's why i'm assigned to your case. all you have to do is follow my orders and i'll get your memories back one way or another!"

"and the whole execution thing?"

he's still smiling as he say, "we'll work it out when we get there."

whatever comfort you felt at his previous words dissipates. "that sounds reassuring."

"doesn't it?" gojo seem oddly proud of his words. "now, you understand the gist of the situation, yes?"

"you all have it out to get me?" you murmur, somehow bitter.

"yes, and the only thing standing between you and death is your technique. and me. all you have to do is pretend you've reversed your technique on yourself and allow yourself to be used by the society. while that's happening, i'll help you actually get your memories back."

"and how will you do that?" you narrow your eyes at him. "did we know each other before the whole, you know, incident?"

"i was also a student back then. with you."

you scan him under a different perspective. "were we close, back then?" you ask.

gojo doesn't give an immediate answer. in fact, his entire body suddenly becomes rigid and his relaxed posture gives way to looking awkward.

"or not?" you murmur under your breath, looking away and clearing your throat to cover up the pause. that was embarrassing.

"we were close." gojo finally says after a moment's silence. "yeah, we were pretty close, huh."

something about his words make you think it's less that he's talking to you, rather that he was talking to himself.

it was his turn to clear his throat, readjusting his facial features to look joyful again. "you have so many questions, name. i can go through each and every one of them, but after you make your decision. it'll be useless to know all this information if you're just going to die here, after all."

"let's not get ahead of ourselves here, i don't even trust you yet. what makes you think you can recover my memories?"

that same, sad smile. "i found you again, didn't i?"

gojo doesn't elaborate on his words, allowing them to sit in the air.

there was something heavy in your chest. the entire time the two of you had been speaking, you've felt it like a persistent ache. yearning might be a word to describe it, but it was stronger, more intense, an innate emotion that kept your eyes on his. somehow, you knew his eyes would be the most brilliant blue. the thought left you curious, and before you could think it through, you were already making up your decision.

"i'll do as you say." you whisper, finally.

you shove the crepe in your mouth and hum in delight as the delicious aromas of chocolate and powdered sugars surround you. the steady bustle of the cafe moves all around you and there's a kind of comfort that comes from watching the world continue, even when you yourself had stopped moving. 

gojo watches you, sipping absentmindedly at his hot chocolate, doused in chocolate syrup and wearing a heaping of whipped cream. it’s untouched and you find such a sight a rarity, though you’re not sure why. "when i said to tell me something that might recover your memory, i thought you'd say something like seeing a family member, or visiting your workplace. not go out to get a crepe."

you lick chocolate off your finger. "you must have kidnapped me before i had breakfast because all i can think about is sugar right now." 

“whatever, just hurry up. clearly, it's not doing anything for you and there’s nothing good about this place except for its crepes.”

“and god are the crepes good.” 

he makes a face at your words, chewing at his straw. 

“are you sulking?” 

“no. are you ever going to finish that crepe or do i have to jump in and help you?”

“so you are sulking.” you hold out your crepe to him, offering the dessert with a smile. “i’m sure you’ll feel better if you take a bite.”

gojo blinks before leaning forward, taking a massive chomp and chasing after a dribble of nutella as it drips out. he misses, and it lands just above his lip. 

you giggle as he licks it up. “well?”

“i guess i do feel better.” 

your laughter cuts short, crepe pausing halfway to your mouth. "that felt way too natural."

gojo doesn't say anything, pretending to take his time chewing the mouthful of crepe he stole from you. you give him a skeptical look before returning to the more important task of figuring where the next bite should be.

should you take the bite along the edge where there was less filling? it would ensure your next bite would be the best, abundant with powdered sugar, banana and nutella. or should you take the mediocre bite near the middle making your next bite similarly mediocre? before you can make up your mind, gojo's face drops down close to yours and scarfs down the entire thing.

you cry out but the damage has been done. you hadn't even noticed him standing from his seat and heading over to you.

gojo pulls back, humming appreciatively, and wipes a thumb to catch the residue on his lips. "now that i've tried it, they really are good."

"my crepe!"

"i think a strawberry crepe would go crazy right about now."

"my crepe!"

gojo gives you a funny look. "yes, i heard you the first time."

"then you'd know that i'm furious right now!" you stand up too, intending to appear intimidating. "you ate my crepe! all of it!"

"you had a few bites."

"it wasn’t enough." you growl.

a grin splits across his face. "i hear desserts taste better when they're shared."

"whoever said that was idiotic." something in his smile makes you pause. slowly, you draw your finger up and point it to your chest. "me?"

he nods.

"oh." you crumble up the napkin in your hands, the one that once held your beloved crepe, and toss it into a nearby bin. it goes in easily, and you wonder if you had been athletic before the incident. "what were we doing eating desserts together?"

looking up, gojo was already at the door.

you hurry to catch up to him. "hey! i wasn't finished talking yet!"

"i'm taking things into my own hands." he says, strolling down the sidewalk with a confidence that has you following after. "you're not going to find your memories at the end of a crepe."

"i might." you huff, settling at a comfortable pace beside him. "so? where are we headed?"

he scans the streets in silence.

it was midday, if the bright, hot sun was any indication, and a weekend at that meaning the sidewalks were busy with excited high schoolers seeking a break and partners bonding in their quality time, holding hands and giggling amongst themselves. you peek down at gojo's empty hand and wonder why you can imagine the grooves and bumps of his fingers.

"the game arcade across the road." gojo says suddenly, and you blink away the temptation. "it was your favourite."

"claw machines." you breathe out. "even without my memories i think i remember the sensation of losing my sanity to small plushies."

"looks like i made the right choice then." gojo grins down at you, stopping at a crossing. the red light flickers to green and the accompanying beeping tells you to move, but gojo stays still.

you tilt your head at him. "something wrong?"

he pauses before shaking his head. "nothing. come on, hurry up! the arcade might close before you even step inside."

"you're the one looking like a deer caught in headlights."

"do you like deers?"

"what?"

"deers. do you fancy them?"

you blink at him. "they're cute."

a smirk splits across his face. you might be imagining it, but gojo's stride is somehow bouncier, full of energy, but you find it isn't distasteful.

as you enter, you're surprised to finding no one looking at the both of you. sure, at first sight you hadn't noticed anything off about gojo's attire but after staring at him for so long, you wonder why it was that not a single person was pointing and laughing at his ugly navy outfit. it didn't help that he was tall, towering over you as he slides a coin into the machine, and that he adorned a thick blindfold over his eyes. surely, he would be a sight that garnered attention.

"gojo." you start, maneuvering the joystick over the plushie that had caught your eye. "why isn't anyone making fun of you?"

he doesn't say anything for a while as you play. "what? why would they?"

you spare his a doubtful look. "i mean, look at you."

"what does that mean? name, use your words."

"you're not very conventionally dressed." you put it lightly.

"i think this uniform looks great on me!"

the claw misses the plushie by a large margin, and you pretend you don't hear gojo laugh. gritting your teeth, you slide in your own coin and readjust the claw. "you look terrible, like you're wearing a cosplay."

"it's the jujutsu uniform, we're all made to wear it."

"damn." you mumble, paying just enough attention to reply. the small strawberry cow plush stares into your soul, telling you that this attempt would be the one to take it home. you listen to its calling, bumping the joystick towards it. "i must have looked pretty terrible in that, then."

"you looked great." a pause. "i mean, you still do."

your hand suddenly twitches, bumping into the claw and sending it down into the pit prematurely. swearing, you watch as it inevitably misses the plushie you had been eyeing and grabs a whole clawful of nothing but air.

gojo whistles. "even without your memory, you're still as terrible. i thought losing your memories would turn you to a different person, guess you're still the same terrible player i once knew."

you whip your head to look at him. "what did you say before?"

"you're shit at the game?"

"that's not what you said. and no i'm not, you just messed me up, is all."

he's wearing that irritating smirk again and you hate how attractive you find him. "i bet i could do better."

you cross your arms, stepping back. "you’re free to try.”

unfortunately, he really is good. there’s an ease in his fingers you had lacked, a type of inherent skill that allows him to grab plushie after keychain after more plushies. at the end of it, your arms are full of every stuffed toy you could ever want, and every machine has been touched by his talented hands at least once. face framed by the heads of all of gojo’s wins, you glare at him. it pisses you off.

“whatever.” you say.

“so, still think you’re better?” gojo dangles two keychains around his finger, the sanrio characters bumping into each other as they spun. your eyes track the movement. 

“fine, you can have this win. i won’t uncover whatever cheat you used to get so many.” 

“you still can’t admit when you’ve lost.”

you huff, looking away. “i didn’t lose.” you say, but it doesn’t manage to convince even yourself. 

something flies at you and instinct has you stretching out your arms, balancing the plushies using the bend of your elbow, catching the small object easily. when you open up your palm, the small sanrio keychain stares up at you with black, beady eyes. 

you flash gojo a look and find him holding up his own keychain, the sanrio characters wearing matching sailor outfits. even though your arms are full of prizes, the tiny keychain feels the heaviest in your hands. “what’s up with you? haven’t you given me enough already?” a smile threatens to escape, but you bite down on your lip. 

gojo shrugs, trying to look nonchalant. “they’re matching.” he says, as if it wasn’t obvious enough. “my students would make fun of me if i came back with these. so i’ll just give this one to you.” 

warmth overflows in you and you laugh. “looks like you still can’t admit to being cheesy.”

he doesn’t join in and your chuckles trail off, somewhat uncertain. worried that you had offended him, you sneak a peek at his expression and find him looking strangely perplexed.

something was dawning on you, and it was dawning quickly, threatening to ram into your mind and dump three years worth of memories into your brain, him in the centre of it all.

before you can breathe out the conclusion you’ve reached, the glass window at the front of the arcade shatters, and your body dodges to the side just as something flies out at you. unlike what gojo had thrown at you moments ago, this was a less appreciated move. 

gojo hisses out a curse, reaching out to grab your hand. “we need to go.” 

there’s a sense of urgency in his voice you don’t dare to disobey, so you quickly push your pile of plushies into the arm of a confused bystander, ensuring the single sanrio keychain remains in your pocket. “what’s going on?” you ask over the chaos. 

“i lied.”

“what?”

the two of you dance around the aisles, avoiding the window as much as possible. at the off chance you’re able to glance out past the shattered glass, you make out a dark figure crouched on a building opposite to the arcade, a small red light shining from their position. customers had gathered around the front, whispering amongst themselves and you feel a spike of danger. “gojo, we need to help!”

“they’re after you, name. and jujutsu techniques won’t hurt non-jujutsu citizens, the only person you should worry about is yourself.” gojo clarifies, dragging you out into the street. “they want you dead.”

his hand squeezes yours in emphasis and you wonder why it felt so natural to squeeze back. instead of bringing it up, you say, “but i thought i had time! i thought i just needed to remember…”

gojo drags you into another building, free hand pulling out a phone. “damnit.” he was muttering to himself. “they weren’t meant to realise i broke you out so quick.” 

it falls into place in an instant. the jujutsu society had never intended to give you a chance, your execution was determined the moment your body was brought to that small, ominous room, your fate sealed when the door closed shut behind you. but gojo had other plans. he had taken you out, given you one more day with him.

and then what? you wonder. what were you to him that he would go to such lengths and betray those higher? this wasn’t the time to confront your newfound memories, but you do so anyway, squeezing your eyes shut as gojo leads you further in, embracing the rush of comfort you feel as your cursed technique loosens its grip on your soul and you remember.

three years flash past your eyes, of late night slumber parties in getou’s room watching horror movies tucked under his doona, of convenience store icecream and breaking icepoles apart perfectly, of one summer night where gojo had pulled you aside, awkwardly confessing one day early simply because you had looked so pretty under the moonlight, and the teasing cheers shoko and getou had echoed when you rejoined them. the memories come faster now, and every single one is with him. 

until they don’t, until it all halts and ends in a room covered in blood. 

you gasp painfully, pulling your hand back from his to clasp at your head. you're whole again, ambitions, love, memories and all.

gojo pauses almost immediately, looking back at you with concern. “name? hey! name, what’s wrong?” 

“satoru.” you seek comfort in his name, and relish in the familiarity of saying his name. “i think i—”

he catches you as you stumble forward though there’s no time to stand around because the both of you sense your pursuers hot on your heels. you tune your technique to the employees within the office building and skim through their memories. the layout of the block sketches out across your mind, and you grab onto gojo’s hand, ignoring his words of concern as you pull him towards where you know there will be less people. “i’m fine, but not for long if we stay here. this way.”

you drag gojo around the corner, and find yourself staring at a dead end. panicked, you glance around for anything, really anything that you could hide behind, and find nothing.

"name—"

your eyes catch a door and with relief, you rush over. "satoru, in here!" he follows wordlessly, entering the storage cupboard with only the slightest hesitation, and watches as you wiggle in yourself, slamming the door behind you.

his breath tickles your forehead and you lean into his chest, telling yourself that you didn't want to be pressed against the door if it is ever thrown open by your pursuers.

gojo breathes out your name again, low so as to avoid being heard from anyone but you. “back up a little.”

“sorry.” you mumble into his chest, but there’s little space to step back.

even though he had told you to place distance between the two of you, his arm hovers on your lower back, and he clears his throat before saying, “you’re calling me satoru again.” 

you curse him. “is this the right time to be talking about this?” you glance over your shoulder to try and sense your pursuers but gojo grabs your chin, turning it back to face him.

"forget about that, look at me."

"i'm looking and let me tell you i am not impressed." you shake off his hold. "we can reunite later, right now we need to—"

"i missed you."

you almost break your neck spinning around.

your lips quiver, struggling to hold back a stupid smile. "are you serious right now? you're doing this here?"

“well.” gojo starts. something in his voice makes you look at him, look at him properly. you can’t make out the direction of his gaze past the blindfold, but you’re suddenly conscious of his lips as they part to speak. you watch as his tongue sweeps his bottom lip, out of nerves perhaps, and maybe he’s watching you just as intently because they stretch into a smirk. 

you aren’t able to revel in the sight because his lips crash onto yours in an instant, and instincts take over to reciprocate the kiss. gojo’s hand finds purchase in your hair, fingers tangled in your strands, and his other tightens around your waist, pulling you even closer. you can only vaguely feel this happen, too immersed in the feeling of his lips and tongue against yours. you press up against his chest and run your hands up his nape just the way he’s admitted to liking before. 

he tries to utter your name but it’s swallowed up by a groan. there’s a hunger in you that you doubt could be fulfilled today, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. 

you yelp as his tongue sweeps a sensitive spot in your mouth, and you almost whine when you feel him pull back, slightly. 

“sorry, are you sure you remember—” gojo starts, and you see his frown through bleary eyes.

you don’t let him finish, reaching up to continue the kiss, muttering a quick “please” in hopes that he will understand your need. he pulls you closer, parting your legs with his knees. 

when the two of you break away, you’re panting for air.

gojo tenderly brushes a strand of hair from your face. “does this mean you remember me?” he asks, voice hoarse, lips swollen, fingers lingering on your cheek. 

you resist the urge to kiss him stupid, and laugh instead. “would i  have kissed you otherwise? of course i remember.” the memories were overwhelming you still, and the emotions you feel carry over until the present you feels it too, smiling up at him like a lunatic.

he’s beaming from ear to ear, and you think he might go in for another kiss, but he drops his head onto your shoulder instead. “you don’t know how annoyed i am at you.”

running your hands through his hair, you hum. “why’s that?”

“you left me! and the worst way possible too, you know i still have trauma from getou.” 

“i had no choice.” 

“you could have taken me with you.” 

you fiddle with his ear. “your future’s too bright. you could, well, can, do better than wherever i shackle you to. i couldn’t drag you down with me. and hey, you found me anyway.” 

gojo straightens. “right, and now we’re being chased by some of the best jujutsu sorcerers and they want my lover dead.”

“i have you, aren’t you the strongest?” 

he lets that compliment settle on his shoulders before shaking his head. “i’m trying to tell you that you made a mistake. don’t you feel even the slightest remorse for leaving me?” 

you go on your tip-toes to give him a quick peck, but nothing that’ll last any longer. “of course i do, that’s why i left you the address to my apartment. but this is just the start, you know it too.” even now, you can feel the persistent cling of someone's cursed energy seeking you out.

he follows you after you pull back, and you should have none something like a peck wouldn't be enough to satisfy his longing.

gojo slides his hand into yours, and gives it a painful squeeze.��pulling you close, he presses his lips fiercely against yours again, pushing past your weak defenses to savour you completely. it's hopeless, this kiss, all desperation and sorrow, and you taste your own regret in his mouth. but it can't change anything, no matter how hard he grips your cheek, no matter how painful he imprints his mouth against yours.

it's hopeless.

"satoru, you need to let me go." you mumble into the kiss, feeling his will break in your arms. 

your lips part with a pop and when he looks at you it's clear he's annoyed. "again."

"yeah, again."

"you have to understand why i don't want to do that, name." he says through gritted teeth. as if to emphasise, his fingers dig deeper into your wrists.

the sounds of footsteps thud faster, and the sensation of someone’s cursed energy radiates throughout the entire building, overwhelming and threatening you to come out. you didn’t sense anyone in the corridor yet, but that won't always be the case, it was only a matter of time, so you wriggle out of his hold, intent on running.

he catches your hand again, still frowning. "name."

"satoru, i'll find you, i promise."

he doesn't answer, his expression says enough.

you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, having been already raw from before , feeling your own reluctance to part like a throbbing ache. but if a little heartbreak was enough to stop your ambitions, you wouldn't have killed that first person way back when. “i'm going to kick down the door." you say.

gojo clicks his tongue, shaking his head shortly after. "you never stop and listen to me."

"maybe give me advice i'd take and i will." you smile to show there's no hard feelings.

he chuckles humourlessly and runs a hand through his hair, "fine, we'll do it your way. just like we always do then?"

"of course."

your countdown doesn’t come out as enthusiastic as it could have, but your body moves as you utter “three”, kicking open the door and rushing out. the door slams into the face of a sorcerer, and you wince at the sound. 

gojo walks around, holding off another pursuer. he glances back at you, reluctance obvious. “hurry.” he says, and you wonder if the urgency is due to the onslaught of sorcerers or from the thinning of his patience and his desire to chase after you. 

you give him a smile because you know the answer. running to the exit, you give him one last glance and find him staring. you reach into your pocket and pull out the keychain he’d won from you earlier, and bring it to your lips. 

“i’ll find you this time.” you mouth. 

giving up, gojo nods and turns back to deal with the attackers.

you leave him as you did the day society had forced your hand, though this time with your memories in tact. if that was the case, finding each other again would be an easy task.

you let your heart be comforted by this thought as you run. 

a/n: we almost dodged the angst ending and it would have ended with "just like we used to :smirk:?" "just like we used to... heh"

[nightwngz]

𝓢𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 ୨ ໋ ˳ ⊹ eng. . . !

superman, wonder woman and batman x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut drabble, gang bang, some sexual degradation, masturbation, oral sex, p in v. Diana!bisexual.

COPYRIGHT: No copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

LANGUAGE: English is not my first language and I am still studying to master it. It makes me insecure to write by myself in another language, so I used the translator. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. The original version is here.

There was always something strange and unlikely about these three from the moment you met them.

They were all hiding secrets. According to you, hiding secrets was one of the most common parts of human nature. You were not interested in knowing what they were all hiding, but your curious mind was obsessed with knowing what the holy trinity of the Justice League was hiding beneath their sleek and sophisticated veneer of heroes; what no one would dare doubt or question.

The price of your curiosity was more costly than you could have ever imagined, a debt that would have to be repaid. Now you were part of this madness, and no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't escape.

The good news was that you didn't want to.

You knew that the moment you felt the three of them completely, you were content to belong.

It was just hard to think of anything else when you found yourself tied to a chair, completely naked and unable to move while three pairs of blue eyes analyzed you.

The beautiful princess of Themyscira had no shame in digging into your sweet crotch. Her fingers slid across your sodden vaginal lips with a sound so vulgarly obscene that it caused you to inadvertently stir in your chair.

You looked intently at the two male figures as you tried to get as close to Diana as your body would allow so you could kiss her and feel her fingers go deeper inside you.

But before you could reach her lips, you were brutally pushed away by the man of steel, who had the clear intention of tasting your mouth first. Not that you were complaining; Clark's tongue was heavenly. It had a strange but hot connection to your lips, so it made you a mess right away. Who would have thought that Superman's ultimate power would be to soak his victims so easily?

Still, you didn't deserve them to be nice to you. On the contrary, you should be punished for insubordination. What you did was unforgivable.

In your defense, you didn't know that you were exclusive to the trio and couldn't sleep with other people. The rules weren't very clear when you met them, or when they started their no-strings-attached sex adventures.

Of course, you were not exclusive to anyone, and you planned to make that clear in the future. Right now, you were too busy cumming on Diana's fingers drilling your pussy that you didn't have enough time to think about anything else.

The adoration the Bat had for the way your pussy enveloped him so warmly brought out the most dominant and morbid part of his inner self. The sight of his cock moving in and out of your little hole at the same time your mouth was happily eating Clark's erection and your fingers were eating Diana's clit was enough to bring you to the verge of orgasm.

You gagged as the tip brushed against your uvula. You couldn't even concentrate enough because of how hard he was penetrating you. The pleasure was embracing.

— Look at our little slut. She can't even concentrate on sucking a good cock while she's being fucked. - Wayne commented. He kept going right into her sweet spot; faster and faster, more and more precise.

— She was too bad. Should we give her a prize though? She always takes us so well. - Kent continues, asking. You're beginning to control the rhythm of your mouth, although it's still a little difficult in some ways.

— Oh, Hera! - moans the princess of Themyscira. - That feels so good. - Her fingers can't resist trying to help themselves so she can come on your hand.

This is definitely the best part of the day, the one you enjoyed the most. And of course that was the guilty pleasure that came with keeping a secret. The secret the four of you shared.

[212-apricity]

siren songs and stolen kisses, midsummers

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jj's pov

The cell wasn’t as cold as it should’ve been, but that didn’t stop the chill in my bones. Jail had a way of doing that—wrapping its cold fingers around your ribs until they felt hollow. I leaned back against the wall, metal digging into my spine, and stared at the floor like it had the answers I needed. It didn’t. The concrete was blank, unforgiving, just like my luck.

The cell smelled like old piss and rust, but I was used to it. I had been here enough times to recognise the way the air hung heavy, like it was pressing you down. My fingers flexed and uncurled in my lap, the scrape of my knuckles stinging. They were raw from last night—Topper’s face had been the perfect punching bag, even if it hadn’t fixed anything.

I blew out a breath, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees. Sheriff Peterkin’s voice echoed down the hall, her footsteps slow, measured, like she wasn’t in a hurry to deal with me. Why would she be? She probably thought she already knew the story: JJ Maybank gets in over his head again. Just another Maybank screwing up.

“JJ Maybank,” she said, her voice that same cool, steady tone. She came to a stop outside the bars, her arms crossed like she was tired of this, of me. “You want to tell me what really happened out there?”

I didn’t bother looking up right away. I let the question hang in the air, heavy and sharp, while I stayed slouched, doing my best to look bored. Finally, I leaned back, draping one arm over the bench. “I already told you,” I said with a shrug. “I sunk the boat.”

She sighed, clearly unimpressed. “Don’t play dumb with me, JJ. Pope Heyward sunk that boat, and we both know it.” She tilted her head, studying me like she was trying to piece me together. “Why are you taking the fall?”

I felt my stomach twist, but I shoved it down, kept my face blank. “What fall?” I asked, flashing her a grin I didn’t feel. “It’s my testimony, Sheriff. Take it or leave it.”

Peterkin shook her head. “You’ve always been a good liar, JJ, but this time? You’re not fooling anyone.”

I clenched my jaw. “I’m not lying.”

She let out a frustrated breath, then stepped back, hands on her hips. “You’re not a hero, you know,” she said, her tone softer now, almost like she pitied me. “This isn’t going to save anyone. It’s just going to get you in deeper.”

I forced a laugh, leaning back like I didn’t care, even though her words sank into me like stones. “Saving people isn’t really my thing.”

Peterkin stared at me for a long moment, then finally pulled out her keys. “Fine,” she said, unlocking the cell. “You’re free to go. But I’m warning you, JJ—whatever you’re trying to prove? It’s not worth it.”

The cell door creaked open, and I pushed myself to my feet, brushing past her as I stepped into the hallway.

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The sound of the heavy metal door slamming behind me echoed in the empty corridor. I didn’t expect anyone to be waiting, least of all her.

Y/n Cameron stood there, like some beacon of light in this dim, dingy police station. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her face a mixture of worry and anger. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and she wore one of those Kook dresses—simple, elegant, something expensive that she made look casual.

She shouldn’t be here.

She never belonged in my world. But damn if she didn’t fit perfectly in it, somehow.

“Hey,” I said, forcing a grin as I strolled toward her like I wasn’t just sitting in a jail cell. “Come here often?”

Her eyes softened when she saw me, but her mouth pressed into a tight line. “JJ, what the hell were you thinking?” she asked, her voice sharp but thick with worry.

“Me?” I raised an eyebrow, playing it off like it was nothing. “I was just enjoying the hospitality.”

She wasn’t amused. “God JJ you’re so fucking stupid,” she muttered, stepping forward until she was right in front of me. Her hand lifted, trembling slightly, and she brushed her thumb over the bruise forming on my cheek.

I flinched—barely—but she noticed. She always noticed.

“JJ…” her voice softened, breaking just a little. “What happened? What did you do?”

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. I wanted to tell her everything. Not just about the stupid boat but about me. I wanted to spill all the messy, broken parts of me at her feet and let her fix them. But that wasn’t fair. She didn’t deserve that weight.

“It’s nothing,” I said, reaching up to take her hand in mine, pressing it against my chest. “I couldn’t let Pope lose his scolarship. Im scared he’d go into cardiac arrest if he did.”

Instead of laughing like usual, her lips parting like she wanted to say something, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she let out a shaky breath and leaned into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I held her close, the warmth of her body grounding me.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” she whispered.

I kissed the top of her head, closing my eyes. “Yeah,” I lied. “I know.”

But the moment shattered when I felt it—the familiar grip of my father’s hand clamping down on my shoulder.

“Time to go, JJ,” Luke Maybank growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Y/n stiffened against me, her grip tightening. I turned, keeping my body between her and my father. “Go home,” I whispered to her, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. “Please.”

Her eyes searched mine, desperate and scared. “JJ—”

“I’ll be fine,” I lied again. “Just go.”

Luke’s fingers dug into my shoulder, yanking me back. I didn’t fight it. I couldn’t. I gave her one last look, and then he dragged me out, his grip like a vice.

And I let him.

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y/n's pov

The sun was beginning to dip, casting that perfect golden hour glow across the Cameron estate. Everything outside looked flawless: the lawn perfectly trimmed, the white-and-gold decorations lining the patio like something out of a Southern Living magazine. But inside, it was chaos. Controlled, sure—typical Cameron perfectionist chaos—but chaos nonetheless.

Sarah was in the kitchen, trying to fix her pinned up hair, her face scrunched up in concentration. I stood by the window, watching the sun sink lower, my phone clutched in my hand, screen blank. No texts from JJ. No missed calls. Nothing.

“Y/n, can you help me with this?” Sarah’s voice broke through my thoughts. She held up a handful of hairpins, looking helpless. “I swear, if this falls out during Midsummers, I’m going to lose it.”

I crossed the room, shoving my phone into the pocket of my dress. “You’re being dramatic,” I said, grabbing the pins and starting to twist her hair into place.

“Dramatic?” she huffed, raising an eyebrow. “It’s Midsummers. I have to look perfect.”

I smirked. “Why? Planning to impress someone?”

She rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Please. Everyone on this island is boring. Except maybe John B, but that’s a whole other mess.” She paused, glancing at me in the mirror. “Speaking of messes… JJ?”

I sighed, focusing on twisting her hair just right. “I don’t know. He’s not answering my texts. I’m worried.”

She tilted her head slightly, letting me work. “He’ll be fine,” she said softly. “He always is. But you need to talk to him.”

“I tried,” I muttered. “Luke showed up before I could get anything out of him.”

Her face darkened at the mention of JJ’s dad. “That man’s a nightmare. JJ shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

“I know,” I said quietly, finishing the last pin. “Done.”

Sarah stood up, admiring the final result in the mirror. “You’re the best,” she said with a grin. She grabbed a necklace from her dresser and slipped it on. “Now, how do I break up with Topper tonight without causing a scene?”

I laughed, the heaviness in my chest easing slightly. “Wait until after Midsummers. You know how he gets.”

Sarah made a face, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “You’re right. I’ll be nice. But tomorrow, it’s over.”

Just as she said that, Rafe strode in, already dressed in his pale blue suit, a smug look plastered on his face. “What are you two plotting?” he asked, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“Girl stuff,” Sarah said sweetly, batting her lashes. “Nothing for your tiny brain to worry about.”

He rolled his eyes, taking a swig of water. “Whatever. Try not to embarrass the family tonight.”

I couldn’t resist. “I think that’s your job, Rafe.”

His eyes narrowed, but Sarah burst out laughing, and he just shook his head, trying to failing to stifle a smile as he left the room.

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The country club was packed, Kooks everywhere in their finest, gold glinting under the soft lights, champagne flutes raised in perfectly manicured hands. It was beautiful, I guess, but it felt fake and forced, all of it. I wandered through the crowd, half-smiling at familiar faces, but my mind was elsewhere.

JJ still hadn’t answered any of my texts. I tried not to let it show, but my heart raced every time I checked my phone. What if he wasn’t okay? What if Luke…

Stop.

I thought to myself, shaking the thoughts away. I couldn’t do this here, not now.

Kiara appeared at my side, looking as uncomfortable as I felt in her sleek dress. “This sucks,” she muttered, sipping from her drink. “We should be at the Chateau right now.”

I nodded, grateful for her presence. “Yeah. I’d rather be anywhere else.”

She shot me a sideways glance. “He still hasn’t called?”

“Nope,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, even though it felt like my stomach was tying itself into knots.

“Typical JJ,” she said, rolling her eyes but smiling. “He’ll show up. He always does.

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As Kie went to get another drink from the bar, I spotted Pope waving at me, smiling brightly, from his dads cart.

I was about to raise my hand in greeting when I noticed someone standing beside me, clearing their throat. Someone who, despite the music and lights, made my stomach drop.

Gray Pierce.

Rafe’s childhood best friend.

I hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever. Grayson “Gray” Pierce was the type of guy who always made his presence known, even when he was just standing there, looking around with that calculated smirk on his face. He was dressed in designer clothes, standing tall and confident, like he owned the world. His dirty blonde hair was styled perfectly, and his sharp jawline looked like it could cut glass. He was still just as dangerous as I remembered—charming, but with an edge that could cut through steel.

I turned to him, my lips pressing into a tight line. "Gray," I said, my voice neutral. I wasn’t excited to see him—not in the slightest—but I wasn’t going to show him how much he made me uncomfortable.

He gave me that smirk—the one I used to fall for. "Y/n. Heard you got a new boyfriend now," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his eyes flicked over the crowd in front of us. "Does he know how to treat a lady, or is he just a wild dog like the rest of them?" His words felt like a slap in the face.

I raised an eyebrow. "Did you know how to treat a lady?" I shot back, crossing my arms over my chest.

Gray’s eyes hardened, "I heard he’s a Pogue*,*" he said, his tone mocking. "We don’t mix with their side, Y/n. Taints our blood."

I froze at his words, anger rising in my chest like a slow-burning fire. His words were heavy, loaded with disdain, and I hated that he still thought he could talk to me like that. He hadn’t changed at all.

I was about to respond, my mouth opening to say something sharp, but then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw JJ, his eyes bright but quickly flicking between Gray and me, sensing the tension in the air.

“Y/n, hey!” JJ greeted, practically bouncing with excitement, only to pause when his gaze flickered to Gray, his mood shifting ever so slightly.

Gray’s gaze lingered on JJ for a moment, his smile fading just slightly, before he turned to look at me. “He’s your boyfriend now?” Gray asked, his voice soft with the kind of malice that sent a chill down my spine.

I gave him a look, feeling my patience wearing thin as I grabbed JJ’s hand quickly, surprised to see him but trying to cover it up so Gray wouldn’t notice. “What’s it to you Gray? Fuck off, don’t you have some other girl to cheat on?” I said firmly, my words laced with finality. I wasn’t going to let him make this about me, about him, or about whatever weird power play he was trying to put on.

JJ’s eyes narrowed at Gray but he didn’t seem to care. He just smirked, as though he found my discomfort amusing.

“Alright. If you’re gonna be like that, I’ll just leave you two to it,” Gray said, his voice dripping with venom. He gave me one last look, his gaze lingering a moment too long. “Just remember, Y/n. Our kind doesn’t mix with scum. Don’t let him pull you down.”

Before I could respond, Gray turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd finding Rafe again, leaving me standing there with JJ. He had a confused look on his face, his brow furrowed as he looked at me.

“What was that about?” JJ asked, his voice tight, I turned around again and there he was.

JJ, grinning like he hadn’t just been in a fight with the world, looking a little worse for wear but still so, so JJ.

I let out a long breath, my hands clenched at my sides. “Nothing,” I said quickly, shaking my head.

JJ still looked unconvinced, but before he could press further, I shoved him back by his shoulder.

“Excuse me?” he exclaimed, “What the fuck was that for I didn’t do anything”

“Exactly JJ, you didn’t do anything,” I all but shouted back as he looked back at me, confused, “Seriously J would it have killed you to just text me back or something? Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

JJ looked up at me sheepishly, “I’m sorry baby my phone died,” he pulled out his dead phone from his back pocket and put it in my hands to check, “I should’ve charged it or used John B’s but today’s just been such a shitshow I wasn’t thinking properly. I’m sorry princess” he explained with a sad pout, obviously abusing his looks to get his way (yet again).

Unfortunately, it worked.

I practically launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck. “Just let me know if you’re okay next time, alright?”

He staggered back, laughing. His arms wrapped around me tightly, and for a second, everything felt right. “Of course princess, I’m sorry. Alright, now that my part’s done, if that guy even looks at you again, I’ll—”

I stopped him with a hand on his chest. “JJ, please,” I said softly, not wanting the memory of Gray to spoil this. “It’s fine. He’s just bitter. Let’s just... have fun tonight, yeah?”

He seemed to relax at that, his expression softening. “Yeah, alright,” he said, his smile returning, though there was still a little wariness in his eyes as he glanced around, probably still keeping an eye out for Gray.

My eyes narrowed, closer to him now I noticed the fresh bruises on his face and the split lip. My heart sank. “JJ…what happened to you?” I asked softly, brushing my fingers over the bruise.

He caught my hand, squeezing it. “It’s nothing,” he said, smiling like it didn’t hurt. “Just my dad you know.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, the familiar voice of Rafe cut through the noise. “JJ Maybank,” he sneered, his group of Kooks fanning out behind him. “Didn’t think you’d have the balls to show up here.”

JJ tensed beside me, his grin tightening. “Well, you know me,” he said, stepping in front of me slightly. “Never could resist a good party.”

Rafe took a step closer, eyes gleaming with malice. “Let’s go, boys.”

“Gotta go baby,” JJ whispered, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

And then he was gone, weaving through the crowd again, Rafe and his “friends” in pursuit.

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The atmosphere at Midsummers was overwhelming, suffocating, as I clutched my glass of champagne and half-heartedly tried to enjoy the party. I was laughing along with the Kooks’ endless chatter, but my mind was elsewhere. I could feel the unease in the pit of my stomach—the same uneasy feeling I’d been carrying ever since I left the police station. The sight of JJ’s bruised face was still burned into my mind, and the way he had brushed it off, like it was nothing. But I knew better.

“Y/n, you need to relax,” Kiara said, her voice cutting through my spiraling thoughts. She’d appeared out of nowhere, like she always did when she sensed I needed someone to snap me out of it. She was holding a glass of sparkling water in her hand, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was more concerned about me than the party.

“Where are they?” I asked looking around quickly “I swear if Rafe’s pulled some shit like he did the other day…”

Kiara cut me off, her expression hardening as she stepped closer to me. “You know JJ, right? He’s not the kind of guy who just lets things slide. Whatever Rafe’s got planned, he’ll figure it out. He’s not the kind of guy to let himself stay down for long.”

I nodded, but it didn’t stop the gnawing feeling in my stomach. I couldn’t shake it. I kept imagining JJ, alone, somewhere in the middle of all of this. And I couldn’t stand the idea of not being there for him.

Just then, the air shifted. There was an abrupt shift in the crowd, a ripple of murmurs, and I turned to see Rafe and his crew walking by, their eyes scanning the room like they owned it. And then, my gaze landed on him.

A familiar figure stepped into the lobby from the back hall.

JJ.

But this time, he wasn’t alone.

A guard flanked him on either side, his hands gripping JJ’s arms tightly. His expression was resigned, but his eyes—his eyes told a different story. He was hurt, no doubt, but there was something in his posture that suggested he wasn’t going down without a fight.

I started to rush toward him, but Kiara grabbed my arm again. “Y/n, wait. Let’s think this through.”

I barely heard her. I was already moving toward the exit where JJ was being led, my legs carrying me before my mind could catch up. I had to get to him. I had to know he was okay.

“JJ!” I shouted, and his eyes flicked toward me.

He looked like he’d been through hell, his shirt slightly torn, his bruises more obvious now. But there was that same crooked grin on his face as he lifted his chin, as though he were proud of something—anything.

“Princess,” he said, his voice low, like it was some private joke only he and I understood. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” his voice rose, “Leave it to the men and women in uniform!”

I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at him, my heart slamming in my chest. “JJ, what the hell happened?”

He winked at me, the guard’s hold tightening just slightly as they moved past. “Don’t worry. This is nothing. I’ll be alright.” He flashed that grin of his again, this time more genuine, before he shouted again, “Rixons Cove, Y/n.”

I could barely process the words when I heard Kiara scream beside me. “Hey! Let him go! He’s our guest! I’m a part of this club!”

I turned to see Kiara running after them, shouting at the guards, but their grip on JJ remained unyielding. The scene was chaotic. It was like everything was falling apart, the tension and anger rising with every step the guards took, dragging him away from us.

Then, through the turmoil, JJ shouted, his voice clear and loud, cutting through the noise.

“Mandatory power at Rixons! Pope, you too! Rixons Cove, let’s roll. Alright, Kie, Y/n, come on, workers of the world unite, throw off the chains!”

Kiara and I didn’t need any more encouragement. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as we ran, the sound of the guards’ footsteps growing louder behind us.

And then, I felt it—the solid warmth of JJ’s arms around me as I leapt into them. The guards barely even slowed down as he lifted me up and held me close, a rush of laughter escaping him.

“Come on princess,” he said, a grin in his voice. “Running away with a pogue now? What a scandal.”

I felt his lips brush my cheek briefly, his breath warm against my skin. “Shut up J”, I laughed.

Before he could reply, we were running again, Kie and Pope right next to us. My heart was racing, but I felt something that hadn’t been there before. Something more—more than fear, more than confusion. I felt alive.

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We gathered around the firepit, the flames crackling and lighting our faces in the darkness. The scent of saltwater mixed with the damp earth as we sat together, huddled in the warmth of the fire. JJ’s arms were around me (as well as his jacket) as I sat in between his legs, him playing with my hair and me with his hands. Everyone was quiet for a moment, just breathing, just existing in the stillness.

“So,” John B began, breaking the silence. He sat down on the log beside me, his face lit by the firelight. “I’ve got something. Something big.” He looked at Sarah, who was sitting next to him, her arms crossed as she looked at him curiously.

“What do you mean?” Pope asked, leaning forward.

“I’ve been digging, and I found something,” John B said, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. He looked around at all of us before continuing. “There’s a way to get to the treasure. A real way. It’s a map, but it’s hidden.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “We just need Sarah to help us find it.”

There was a beat of silence.

“What?!” Kiara’s voice shot out like an arrow, sharp and disbelieving. “No offence, Y/n, but I’m not thrilled about Sarah being part of this. She’s always got some excuse, some reason why we can’t trust her. Why do we need her now?”

I frowned at Kiara’s words, feeling the tension rise. I knew that Kiara had issues with Sarah—she’d never really trusted her, not since the whole fiasco with the party years ago. But that didn’t mean Sarah didn’t have something valuable to offer.

“Come on, Kie,” John B said, trying to convince her. “She’s trying to help. And I don’t hear anyone else coming up with any ideas to get the map.”

Kiara scowled but didn’t say anything more. She crossed her arms tightly, though, clearly unwilling to let her guard down.

“So, what’s the plan then?” Pope asked, breaking the tension. “Do we go after the map now?”

“No,” John B said, shaking his head. “First, I need to meet with Sarah alone. We can’t let anyone else in on this part of the plan just yet.” He turned to me, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t worry. I’m not planning anything shady.”

JJ shot John B a look, and then he smirked. “Right, because there’s nothing going on between you two,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I laughed, Pope joined in, a chuckle escaping him as he shot a look at John B. “John B, you’re literally a worse liar than me.”

Kiara rolled her eyes but grinned. “You promise me there’s nothing going on between you and Sarah, John B. You’ll ruin the whole plan if you mess it up.”

John B held up his hands defensively, his face reddening. “I swear, Kie, nothing’s going on. We’re just talking.”

JJ leaned back on his elbows, grinning at the absurdity of it all. “Sure, sure. Just talking. The most innocent thing in the world.”

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Kie, Pope, JJ and I were still joking, letting the laughter fill the gaps in the air in the Twinkie, when we heard it.

A scream.

A long, desperate cry for help.

Without thinking, we all bolted upright, adrenaline flooding our systems as we raced toward the sound. Kiara, Pope, and I led the charge, pushing past trees and underbrush, until we broke out onto the edge of a small clearing. There, in the middle of the chaos, was Sarah—frantic, her face pale with terror as she knelt beside John B, who was lying on the ground, unmoving.

“John B!” Sarah screamed, her voice breaking. “John B, wake up!”

I rushed forward, reaching her just as she tried to shake him awake. But something wasn’t right. There was a cut on his forehead, and blood was seeping into the dirt beneath him.

“What happened?” I gasped, my hand instinctively going to John B’s shoulder, trying to lift him.

“It’s Topper,” Sarah said, her voice trembling. “He pushed him off the building. I saw it.”

My stomach dropped. “What?!”

Kiara stepped forward, her hands shaking as she knelt beside John B. “We need to get him out of here,” she said urgently. “He’s not breathing right.”

I couldn’t think, couldn’t process what had just happened. It was like the world tilted beneath me, the ground slipping away.

“We need to go,” I said, my voice rising in panic. “We need help. Right now.”

And just like that, the group of us—runners, survivors, and dreamers—were faced with the reality of our situation. We weren’t just fighting for a treasure anymore. We were fighting for our lives.

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part five done!!

idk if its just me but i get SO TIRED in the winter like im literally falling asleep in all my classes (which is normal) BUT AT LUNCH???? burn it.

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Okay, what the FUCK is Inklore?

My ULO pals and I have been deliberating on this one since it was announced. "Inklore", the brand new imprint from Random House Worlds - which is, in and of itself, an imprint of Penguin Random House - and Rachel Smythe Presents, an in-house program of sorts that's dedicated to graphic novels, specifically those that "tell updated, romantic versions of classic stories and mythologies, and caters to readers looking for bingeable, relationship-driven stories with a distinct visual voice."

Basically it's exactly how it sounds - they're creating an imprint for works like Lore Olympus, and using Rachel as the leading lady.

But let's dig a little deeper. Because the more I searched on Inklore, Rachel Smythe Presents, and Random House Worlds, the more it started to paint a picture of what's really going on here.

INKLORE

I talked about this in my recent analysis of LO's pacing problems, but Inklore launching in Spring 2024 conveniently lines up with what would seem like a reasonable end point for LO. Rachel's always lined up LO's episodes with real life dates and holidays - even when it's been at her comic's own expense - and while we've kept our minds open to the possibility that it could end later than Spring, there's no denying at this point that LO itself is dragging itself out, which gives me stronger reason to believe it's just trying to make it to March, specifically March 20th, which is the first day of Spring in the northern hemisphere. Because of this, our best predictions right now is that LO's series finale will either release on FP or unlock for free readers on either the 16th or 23rd of March (if it unlocks for free on either of those dates, that means we can expect the series to end behind the FP paywall on either April 6th or 13th, assuming they're aren't any more hiatuses, but at this point I doubt there will be.)

Moving on, let's look at the actual Inklore site-

Already you can get the vibe of what kind of work they're looking for through their imprint. This is for people like Rachel. Now, I'm definitely not going to rag on anyone's tastes, I myself am a weeb of epic proportions, but considering you're about to see what's really the highlight of this site, you'll get what I mean when I say this isn't for people like Rachel, this is for people like Rachel. Specifically Rachel.

RACHEL SMYTHE PRESENTS

Inklore seems to be just an imprint specifically for Rachel Smythe Presents, with a couple extra series tacked on to give off the impression of it being more credible than it is. It means the whole site can be dedicated to it, rather than having it shoved in haphazardly alongside Penguin Random House's other works. You'll see what I mean in a second, but let's magnify those questions real quick, shall we?

As soon as I saw the "we are not accepting unsolicited pitches for Rachel Smythe Presents", it dawned on me that Rachel's own fans don't know how imprints work. Why do I say that? Look no further than the comment sections on her announcement posts for RSP (which I'm abbreviating, but I assure you, it stands for "Rachel Sex Party"- /j)

Of course, there are plenty of "congratulations" comments and "please do xyz myth", in which case, please, don't let her touch more myths I beg you-

But then there are also the odd comments of people asking how to get involved themselves. People who are just, by all accounts, regular people on the Internet.

But wait, how do you get involved? Thankfully there's a handy URL in that FAQ telling us how.

And holy shit, it's hilarious.

Guys, it's so easy to get into Rachel Smythe Presents! All you have to do is finish a manuscript, find an agent who's willing to work with a new unpublished author (and hope that they're not a scammer), get your manuscript prepared for publishing and submitted to editors, and then hopefully land a book deal! Wasn't that so easy?? Thanks for demystifying the process, Penguin Random House!

Listen, okay, there's something to be said about how difficult it is to navigate the publishing world. While some of those difficulties are for good reason - to ensure that not just any piece of crap thrown on paper can get published - many more are rooted in privilege, racial gatekeeping, and sexism. It is still an industry being run by a lot of nasty old fucks who take full advantage of people desperate enough to get their book published.

All that aside, it's kind of hilarious - in a sad kind of way - to see fans of this comic assume that this project and its opportunities were ever made for them. It wasn't. It wasn't made for the Canvas creators, it wasn't made for the Wattpad writers, it wasn't made for the people who work in the medium that Rachel started out in to get where she is today. It was made for the people who are already 3 of the 4 steps into Penguin Random House's "helpful" guide on publishing. It was made for the Cait Corrains and the wannabe Rick Riordans.

At best, Inklore is simply a home that's been manufactured for Lore Olympus after it's done on Webtoons. It may remain on the WT platform forever - or maybe not - but Inklore gives it a way to be seen and acknowledged outside of its niche. Because, despite Webtoons attempting to make Lore Olympus a global phenomenon, it really hasn't sold well in other countries, especially those where it was translated which people from those countries have stated it's not translated well at all.

It goes to show that much of LO's claim to fame was manufactured within North America by Webtoons itself, and Inklore is just another one of those manufactured attempts.

Still don't believe me? Still think I'm wearing too much tinfoil?

There are still only two series that Inklore has to show for itself - and remember, it launches in two months - and of course the ones leading that charge are every single volume of LO, even the ones that aren't "new and upcoming" anymore.

And then there's their Instagram, which is just more of the same-

(wonder if they ever found a Marketing Manager? Not exactly the role you want to be left empty leading up to a launch, oop-)

But wait, doesn't that site layout look a little... off? Almost cheap, maybe? Am I being too harsh-

Oop, nope, it's the exact same template used for the LoreOlympusBooks.com website.

Wait a minute, what about the imprint that Inklore is attached to? Random House Worlds?

RANDOM HOUSE WORLDS

... Uhhuh. I'm not entirely convinced that Lore Olympus is in any way on the same level as fucking Star Wars but to the average onlooker, this would make Lore Olympus seem pretty big and important simply on the virtue of it sitting smack dab in the middle of a grid of massive franchises.

So I'll bite, where do these buttons go? They all lead to external sites selling books and merchandise (except for the Marvel Studios one, which hilariously doesn't have a URL attached, so that button goes nowhere LMAO)

... Oh. It's that layout again.

Not all of them have the same layout, mind you, but it seems to be the default layout for sites they just haven't buffed up yet. It would explain why the Star Wars and D&D sites are a lot more robust in their designs, while others just link back to Penguin Random House:

Now the Minecraft one does look better at first glance, but it's still just the same template as the LO site, with a slightly different layout, but working off the same design philosophy, like they just spent a few extra hours dragging things around and spiffying them up in a site editor.

So it seems a lot of the default sites are working off the same CSS stylesheets, which doesn't exactly look good for LO and Inklore's online identity.

But hey, it's gotta mean something that LO is sitting alongside such franchises as Star Wars, Marvel, Magic the Gathering, and Minecraft, right? These are some of the biggest franchises on the planet, and while LO does make a lot of money, it's still nowhere near the billions that these franchises generate every single year.

And that's what I would be saying, if I hadn't noticed the specific products that Random House Worlds was selling - all easily churned out merch, from cookbooks to spin-off titles, which aren't exactly the main draw for these franchises, simply stocking stuffers or otherwise fun gimmicks to try out.

(I actually own the Dungeons and Dragons tarot deck. It's shit. They don't actually tell you the suit of the cards, JUST the numbers, so you have to flip through the book and match up the pictures on the cards with the pictures in the book just to figure out if it's Cups, Pentacles, Wands, or Swords, which I'm sure you can figure out, if you're a tarot reader, is very inconvenient and doesn't make for a good card reading experience)

Point is, Random House Worlds seems to mostly be an imprint dedicated solely to the cheaper products and books they can make to pump up a franchise's merch count. Even the Critical Role site doesn't offer the campaign books, those are published by their own personal imprint Darrington Press and are offered on their main - and much better designed - site:

Instead it's selling printed versions of interviews and... mad libs.

Not made or even really endorsed by the Critical Role cast, because if they were, they'd be on the main site, where the good shit is.

Random House Worlds is, at least judging off what I've found here, the "trick the parents into buying it" imprint. It's simply there for parents to see, go "my kid watches / plays that!" and then buy a Beholder puzzle which their kid will undoubtedly start and then never finish and eventually throw out half-finished after all the pieces have been lost. It's the cheap merch money generating machine, with works written by people who were simply paid to write it, and not people actually involved in the larger franchises.

And this is the imprint that Inklore and Rachel Smythe Presents is going to be an extension of.

At best, Inklore will likely just be a home for Rachel's work post-Webtoons, with maybe the odd success outside of it. At worst, it comes across as nothing more than an ego project, another artificial attempt to place Rachel and LO on the same playing field as Marvel, Minecraft, Star Wars, and Dungeons & Dragons through the only means that they can - an imprint that specializes in off-brand books, which they're truly counting on people just seeing the logos and going "wow those are big franchises!" and associating LO with that status simply by affiliation - without it having anywhere near the actual level of prestige, household influence, or brand recognition.

Its readership is dying out, its stats dropping, and worst of all, the vast majority of people - of which its a very small amount - who have heard about LO without being a Webtoons user themselves have heard how infamous it is in its bad writing and poor art direction.

It has nowhere to go but down, and if you were hoping to be a part of Rachel Smythe Presents, then all I can suggest to you is to go through the very simple process of finishing your manuscript, finding an agent, finding an editor, and then (hopefully) landing a book deal with the 'esteemed' Inklore.

Good luck! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Absolutely adored your last story!

If you don't mind, I'd like to request something too. What about Miguel's reaction to the reader telling him they are with child? 👀 Feel free to write this to your heart's content 🩷

Have a great day! x

I'm not usually a fan of writing pregnant scenes unless and until it is absolutely required. Given Miguel's backstory, it is definitely required haha. So hope I did your ask the due diligence.

Hope you like it 💖💖💖

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Magic

The digits in the clock changed with a click. It was past midnight and somehow, you couldn’t sleep. You laid still, soaking in the silence and taking comfort in the soft pale light that filtered into the room.

Arguably with what you learnt yesterday, your mind should have been a warzone but instead it was a question paper staring back at you, waiting for you to choose the right answer. You preferred the battle field. You sighed, the warm hand that rested on the peak of your hip trailed up higher making your skin feel smooth as if you were made of butter.

He pulled you closer to him, even in his sleep he craved for you presence. You had been warned about him, to not marry him and yet you heeded to no one’s advice. Instead, only choosing him when any struggle arose. He was always the answer, you couldn’t be without him and with how he nuzzled into your neck seeking comfort, you knew you held some value in his life too.

So if you were going to choose him again, you were having to say goodbye to a different chapter in your life.

“You're still awake aren’t you?”, he asked you, his voice raspy as he stirred from his sleep.

“How could you tell?”, you asked still laying as you were.

“Reading you has always been a part of my reflex.”, he mumbled with pride as he placed a soft kiss on your exposed shoulder.

You let out a quiet chuckle, now turning towards him to hide deeper into the panes of his chest. Skin on skin, there was no telling where his limbs intertwined with yours. The steady rhythm of his heart only made your throat drier.

“A charmer, even in the dead of night.”, you traced your finger over his collarbone to tuck your hand beneath his arm in the end.

“My spells won’t work on anyone else.”, he spoke with his eyes closed, still caught in the in between.

You didn’t intend to wake him, he was tired as is and now you were keeping him up. It stung you, the one thought that had been on your mind since yesterday. You were failing, in being a wife and now, as a mother.

“Because you’re the magic.”, his words dripped like candle wax, beautiful and yet it burned your heart.

“Only you think so.”, you closed your eyes, hoping to fall asleep as his hand rubbed your back, the soft gesture easing you to relax.

“Puedo preguntarte algo?”, his words had a little slur to them as you hummed in response.

“Why did you hide you were sick this morning?”, the calm in his voice made your eyes pop open as you drew in a sharp breath, now with him holding you so close, he could read you like a book.

“There was nothing to hide, Miguel.”, you were digging a deeper hole.

“It wasn’t all too concerning to trouble you.”, you were now wide awake.

“Mi cielo.”, he murmured.

“Come to me with all your troubles, por favor.”, even as he spoke you could tell this had weighed him down.

You were still thinking it through when he prompted you again, “So?”, he was lulling you to give up the truth.

“Why did you then sneak off to the doctor’s?”, now he was awake too. There was a certain bite to his words, crisp with tension and worry.

You didn’t need to see his eyes to tell that he was afraid, you could feel it in the way his muscles stiffened. The thought propped up again. That you were failing, at being his lover and his wife by keeping things from him.

But was your guilt and fear more important than his feelings?

To have put him through the worry of fearing he was going to lose you too.

He was always the answer, he would give up everything for you if you asked and you would do the same. Selfless for eachother that it often put you in a spot to make decisions for him.

But what would he say?

Did you want to put him through the pain of his past by placing a child in his hands?

“Because,”, you looked up at him, to note his gaze was already on you, hooked on your every word.

“I’m carrying your child.”, you let the words slip from your tongue, like you were letting go out the helm of your ship towards what could be the point of it’s destruction.

You were sure, that having lost his daughter once, he wouldn’t want to put himself through that heartbreak again. You watched as he tensed up again, to slowly rise up to rest his back against the head board.

“Oh.”, he said, but you couldn’t tell from his sober tone.

“So nothing life threatening.”, he reached out to caress your cheek.

“No.”, you drew yourself close to him. Ironic, that many believed you lit up his world but he was the fire to your winter. You only found respite in his arms.

“When did you come to know?”, he rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone.

“Yesterday.”, you told him, to which he hummed taking in the information.

But his eyes slid to yours, “Why didn’t you tell me?”, the way his eyes looked pale in the dim light, you not confiding in him had hurt him.

“Miguel, you know the life I come from.”, you turned serious, that somehow in his presence you couldn’t continue to lie anymore.

“What if I’m not a good mother? What if instead of building this family, I wreck it instead?”, you asked, your blood turning cold with images of this fear manifesting in your mind.

“And it would result in you being heart broken, over the child you lost.”, you slumped into the cover like a little pebble, giving in to the pull of your panic.

“I love that you think of me always, mi ángel.”, he reached for your waist to pull you up over his torso such that you could meet his eyes.

“But in this circumstance, you’re wrong.”, his index finger smoothed the wrinkles on your forehead as you fought back tears.

“I can see it in your eyes, you will be an excellent mother. Your love is endless and patient, you made me believe in all this again.”, he gestured to the setting around you.

“So don’t let your fears destroy you.”, he wiped the tear as it landed on your cheek.

“As for me.”, he paused, his eyes turning distant for a second.

“As much as I loved Gabriella as my own,”, he ran his fingers through your long hair.

“She wasn’t.”, he pursed his lips.

“This variant of mine had everything I could only dream off. Replacing him meant I only enjoyed a life that was a lie.”, he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Which hurt more when I lost it.”, you could see the sadness in his eyes.

“Nothing was real from the beginning.”, he gave you a lopsided frown, which broke your heart as you felt his pain as your own.

“Almost as close to a figment of my imagination.”, he inhaled deeply to sigh.

“But you.”, the sadness vanished and in it’s place happiness restored his features.

“Our home.”, he looked up at the ceiling.

“It’s all real.”, he smiled, his eyes slowly trailing back to you.

“So no, this wouldn’t hurt me.”, he nudged your nose with his as though this was all you had to remember, to never forget that he was sure of this.

“I’ve wanted this, I want this next chapter for us. It's time.”, he confided in you as he closed his eyes to pull you closer, to rest your forehead on his and when you did, the question paper in you mind vanished. It didn’t have the answer you wanted to choose, because in this second you had both chosen to choose eachother.

“You surprise me in the best ways.”, you told him as you reached up to take his other hand.

Holding onto his fingers, you guided his hand over to place it over your womb and when he opened his eyes, there was a new passion in it. A new fervent resolution that what he had now, he would protect with his life, that his entire life was right here in the confines of his arms.

With that burning desire, he caught your lips with his. It was a sleepy kiss that was my no means perfect as the ones in the morning were but it was surely more important. You and him weren't going to be the only ones in this house anymore.

“Like I said.”, he spoke over your lips.

“You are magic.”, he said as he trailed his fingers over your lower abdomen.

So you kissed him again, softly, your hands scaling the incline of his back to hold his neck.

But he pulled away to catch his breath.

“Vamos, mami. You need to have a good sleep.”, he placed you into the side of your bed with a sudden air of discipline, as he had remembered what time it was.

“I’ll make you fresh lemonade in the morning to combat the sickness and also –

“You need your sleep too, papi.”, you cut him off before he began to panic and pulled his hand over your waist as he chuckled to settle into your covers.

“Bien, bien.”, he calmed down settling into the same lazy rhythm with his hand slung over you that finally made sleep arrive sooner than what you both had expected.

[rainbowsky]

Hi- first have to say I love your writing, your organization, you’re just amazing! I’m a middle-age mom of four who has never, ever been in any sort of fandom or “shipped” a couple in 40+ years of consuming tv, movies, music, etc. Got introduced to TU via my teen daughter and very quickly was bjyx before I knew it was a thing, before I even saw any BTS. Googled the actors, saw some BTS, and just thought “of course.” I mean, of course! (TBC)

(Cont) I’ve read just about everything here but if you’ve answered this, pls point me to it. My question is, how do the “antis” or “solos” reconcile the BTS with their POV that DD and GG aren’t gay, hate each other, are using the other, etc? [redacted]

Hi! Thanks so much, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog. 😊

Sorry, I removed some of your ask because I don't like long asks, and you (perhaps unwittingly) included some theories/ideas I don't agree with and don't want on my blog.

As for your question, I have talked about similar topics quite a bit in the past. You can look through my 'solos belong to moling su sect' tag for my posts about solos if you want to dig a little deeper, but I personally don't think there's any point in going down that path. Solos are free to believe (or not believe) whatever they want, and it shouldn't really have anything to do with us.

This question is inviting me to psychoanalyze, theorize, and speculate about what they think and believe, but in my opinion there's nothing good that can can come out of doing so. I have done some of that in the past, and in my opinion it's totally pointless. If anything, it just helps create the perception that we should be digging into topics like this - something I definitely do not believe.

I have talked to solos about these topics in the past, and the thing that stood out to me about those discussions is that they're just different people who have different views. Might as well ask why anyone has a different view about anything.

If you've ever tried talking to someone who is opposite to you on the political spectrum, surely you've experienced how different and unwavering another person's views can be. Trying to unravel all of that can be a huge mess, and is ultimately just a waste of time.

The reality is, different people have different levels of investment in the type of material we focus on, they have different interests and motivations for being involved in fandom, they have different backgrounds and leanings, and they have different views and interpretations of everything they see. Even different turtles have different views and interpretations.

We don't need to spend a moment thinking about any of it. In fact I urge people to just avoid solos, avoid trying to speculate about them or digging into their perspectives or beliefs. It doesn't matter what they think, and most of their thoughts and feelings about this topic are hateful and homophobic. It is harmful to dig into and spread these ideas.

I have a whole post about that here.

I say this all the time, but we need to stay in our own lane. Focus on GG and DD and their projects. Enjoy being a turtle. We shouldn't waste our time or brain cells worrying about what haters and naysayers think, or why.

This isn't just about avoiding negativity or fan wars, is also about respecting other human beings. They have their own views and their own experience of GG and DD, and they have every right to experience it in the way they want to. It's not our role to try to change their perspective or even to evaluate and judge them. Live and let live. Yes, even when they don't extend us the same courtesy. Perhaps especially then. Be the change you wish to see in the world.

"Why don't people believe BJYXSZD?" should never be asked in a way that implies that anyone who doesn't is stupid or blind. And I'm saying that as someone who's guilty of doing that all the time. No one is obligated to dig into the evidence, and no one is obligated to believe.

There are a LOT of turtles who don't believe, either, and they're still turtles and they still love and support GGDD and still bring a lot of great value to this fandom. If we can accept them, surely we can come to terms with the fact that solos don't believe, either.

PS] Just one thing I wanted to reply to that didn't get posted from your ask - there is definitely no world in which solos believe that they were once a couple and broke up. There may be a rare person out there who fits that description, but the vast majority of solos don't believe that their idol is gay or has had any kind of a romantic relationship with the other one. A huge percentage of them are extremely homophobic or at least heteronomative.

[impala-dreamer]

Wicked Desire

A Supernatural Story

~There's never any promise in a one-night-stand, never any certainty when you catch a stranger's eye. It's dangerous, but there was never any question when Dean asked you to join him for a drink...~

Demon!Dean x Reader

1173 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Facial Fucking and Blow Jobs and Oh my. 

A/N: This was a TMA ask that I just rolled with...

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There’s too much tequila in your system and your body is tingling, limp and pliant. There’s absolutely no resistance when he shoves two thick fingers between your lips, no hesitation when he utters a command.

“Suck.”

Your tongue undulates against the pads of his fore and middle fingers and your mouth floods with saliva. You moan as he juts his fingers deeper inside. He wants to hear it, feel your throat contract around his digits, feel your lips block him from crawling fully inside.

“So fuckin’ sexy, sweetheart,” he coos, but there’s no love behind his words. There’s no praise either. It’s almost as if he’s telling himself and not you. You could be anyone, anything; just a bunch of well lubricated holes and he wouldn’t care.

Your eyes flutter closed when he pushes in deeper and your body protests as he skirts the very back of your throat. A lurching gag jerks you forward but he goes nowhere, enjoying the tears that leek out around your lashes.

“Knew I picked a good one.”

His laugh is cold and deep and somehow makes you melt a little more. You can feel yourself dripping, the heat pooling between your thighs, soaking into the thin black panties you’re wearing. Your knees are dug deep into the cheap roadhouse carpet and your thighs are burning from the pose, but he doesn’t seem to want to move, to change it up. He just wants to test your reflexes, your desire.

You look up and he’s grinning down at you, a devilish smirk that makes your heart race. He’s pure danger and absolute sex. There’s something so raw and hungry lurking beneath that beautiful freckled face and you want to know it, to feel it.

It also terrifies you.

There was too much confidence in the way he came at you in the bar, so sure he had you without even saying a word. Without warning, he’d sauntered up next to you, slapped a fifty down on the bar and flashed a smile that nearly knocked you off your feet.

The look of him, the heat pulsing off of his hand as it slid onto your thigh, the smell of him- musky and smoky with a hint of cinnamon- it was intoxicating. He had you hooked before he’d said a word.

“I’m Dean…”

You were lost in his eyes, addicted to the smooth tone of his voice. There was nothing he could ask for that you’d deny, nothing he could attempt that you’d pull away from.

When his fingers slide from your lips, you let out such a pathetic moan that it shocks you. You rock forward on your knees, mouth hung open and drooling, reaching for him again.

“Please…”

He looks down, shadowed chin dipping close to your face. He grabs your cheeks in one big hand, squeezing the hollows inward.

“How fuckin’ lucky am I? Picked up such a willing little slut and all it cost me was a few rounds.” His tongue juts out, thick and pink, and he licks at your puckered lips, teasing, tasting. “Awesome.”

He grins again and you swear his eyes change colors. The green vanishes and black appears, soaking through everything like an acid rain. Your body recoils, your breath catches hard, but he’s got you, his fingers tightening, blunt nails digging into your cheeks.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he says, laughter on the end of each word. “I’m not gonna hurt ya.” He licks his lips slowly and the green returns. “Not unless you ask, of course.”

His wink is insane and stunning and you nearly fall over when he releases his hold. He catches you with a strong hand at the base of your skull, pulling you back to center. He holds you there, fingers splayed across the back of your head as his free hand takes care of his zipper.

His jeans slink down, stopped by the top of his boots and he tugs his boxers from his hips. His cock is long but only half hard and he presents it with a slow thrust forward.

Your gaze settles in the cut of his thighs, those deep v lines that bring you right to his gorgeous cock. Hungry, you flash your eyes upward and pucker your already puffy lips.

“You don’t gotta wait for an invitation,” he jokes. “Have at it…”

He’s thick and deliciously warm. Salty tang floods your mouth as you take him in, lapping at his length with the tip of your tongue. You seal your lips tight around him and he moans, the sound is so beautiful, so deadly and erotic that all you can think about is doing it again.

Deeper and deeper you go until your nose is against him, until your breath is weak and your lips aching.

Dean keeps his fingers locked in your hair, guiding your rhythm, forcing you to keep going when your throat nearly closes. His moans are like a magic spell weaving through your head and blocking everything else out.

“Just like that… Fuck!”

You grab at his hips, holding yourself to him as he takes over, thrusting when he can’t hold back anymore. His cock throbs on your tongue and his pleasure seems to wash through you. Your nipples tighten, your clit pulses.

So wicked, you think, that he’s turned your mouth into a sloppy cunt just like that. It was so easy… all it took was a few shots and a brilliant smile.

Dean picks up his pace, jerking his hips almost painfully into your face. You hold your breath and suck hard, knowing he’s close but praying he lasts. Your pussy is throbbing so hard that it hurts, the wetness leaking down your thighs. You need him to pull away, grab you up and slam you into the wall, fuck you until there’s no more you. You need him to break you, to make you cum so hard you can’t remember your name, your own face, your sense of self.

Your lungs are burning when he cums and you suck in a shaky breath as he coats your tongue. Too surprised to think, a bit squeaks out of the corner of your mouth and you slurp it back in, swallowing him down with a moan.

Hand still locked on the back of your head, Dean thrusts in deep once more and holds you there, loving the feel of your throat constricting around him. He softens slowly and groans out a lazy sigh.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart…”

He backs away and you teeter on your knees, falling forward onto the ugly carpet.

“You got some skill, I’ll give you that.”

He buttons up before you can reach him, crawling like a bitch in heat on your hands and knees. You wait at his feet, still aching and horny.

“But--”

He looks down and sucks his teeth, huffs out a curt laugh. “I’ll getcha next time.”

He’s gone before you can scramble to your feet, leaving you with nothing but a wink and an empty promise.

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[whenikissedthegiyuu]

two - loud ass snoring

sakusa kiyoomi x reader

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“What if I just get a fake boyfriend?”

Atsumu and Suna glanced at each other, making me pout as I turned my gaze down to my nearly empty glass of wine. Suna was the one that sat down beside me, phone locked but never leaving his hands as always.

“Since Osamu’s not here, I have to be your conscience. Don’t dig yourself into a deeper hole.”

“It would get my parents off my back at least for a couple of months…” I murmured, ignoring Suna’s words as I finished up my drink. “I told my mom it wasn’t anyone they knew, though.”

Atsumu plopped down on the loveseat. “Why don’t you ask one of your Tokyo friends? I’ve always thought Kuroo is into you.”

I shook my head immediately. “I also said it wasn’t any of them…” I frowned at the empty bottle of wine on the table. “It would be too awkward for me to ask them something like that anyways. That would be like asking Suna or Osamu.”

Atsumu was quiet for a moment, “The only option is to come clean then?”

“What if you ask Sakusa?”

Atsumu and I turned to Suna at the same time.

“Sakusa?” I raised an eyebrow. “Have we not been over this already?”

“No, no. He’s gotta point.” Atsumu slowly nodded. “Someone your parents don’t know, you’re attracted to him so it would be easy for ya to pretend in front of ‘em.”

Suna unlocked his phone, fingers typing on the screen as he spoke, “Exactly, you’ll be busy at the wedding anyways making sure everything goes smoothly, you can use that excuse to stay away from your parents.”

“And his career can be the excuse why ya haven’t gone public with the relationship.” Atsumu added.

It was scary that Atsumu and Suna were agreeing on something. My gut told me that nothing good could come out of it, that

Of course, I only how how to make terrible decisions in life, so I went against my better judgement. “Guess ‘m asking Sakusa then.”

“Well, he’s on his way, so you can ask him then.” Suna’s lips curled into a lazy smirk as he locked his phone and dropped it beside him on the couch. “I just invited Komori.”

I stared at the brunet for a moment, a couple of knocks startling us out of our staring contest, signaling Bokutou and Hinata’s arrival. I stood up and headed for the kitchen. “I need another drink.”

being single was not exactly a choice on her part, it was more of a consequence of her demanding job as one of the best wedding planners in tokyo. her parents asked constantly if she was at least speaking with anyone romantically and when she would give them grandchildren. they pressured her to the point that she lied to them about having a boyfriend so they would leave her alone, only for them to say they want to meet him at her best friend’s wedding. time to come clean! or… find a fake boyfriend to keep her parents happy?

when i said i would make up for the lack of sakusa… i lied.

but i promise i SWEAR he’s gonna be in the next part lmao

if you have any questions or confusions feel free to ask away in the comments or messaging me

sometimes i fear i keep things too vague and forget y’all aren’t in my head to know what i’m supposed to be implying or referring to

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HELLO ALL!

As a kid, I got into a lot of shows/movies/celebrities and out of the large horde of cousins I was raised alongside it seemed I was always the one digging deeper to find more of the stories I loved which is how I stumbled upon fanfiction.

Fun fact: first fanfiction I ever read I thought was based on real events that had occurred in that celebrity’s life and I was shocked.

Paperback is a brain baby that I have came up with in hopes that some of the lovely, talented writers on this forum (and hoping AO3) will allow me a few sit down questions as I probe their wonderful brains. Nothing personal or concerning will be asked, I in no way mean to invade anyone’s privacy with this. Everything asked will be regarding inspiration, writing methods, and where the creativity and love for fanfiction comes from. Different questions will be asked for different authors as you are all so terrifically original.

For any avid readers, such as myself, that have ever wished to poke a writer’s juicy brain because they managed to wreck you so beautifully as has been done to me so many times, I welcome you to follow and read their interviews. This is for our enjoyment as much as a minuscule way of mine to grace the writer’s with recognition and gratitude.

My idea is to use my friend Canva in an effort to differentiate an editorial ad for every different writer that will be unique to them/the stories they write. Below I will tag writers who I have read and follow to show my interest in interviewing them. If any writer is not interested in this feel free to ignore me or message me privately and I will make note of it. Again I do not mean to invade anyone’s privacy with this, it’s meant to be fun, engaging, and a means of gratitude.

NOTE TO READERS: Some stories, especially those set in the Masters of the Air universe, will explore sensitive topics such as homosexuality, war themes such as rape, torture, entrapment, death, ptsd. Yandere! themes also included in some. The stories I read I feel have done these topics justice to the best of their abilities and use them to teach and enrich characters, not as story crutches. No hate whatsoever will be tolerated.

Authors tagged below:

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@elvisabutler

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@avonne-writes

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[soviet-supersoldier]

To whomever is reading this, welcome!

I've had this account for a while and have used it in the past to lurk around and look at posts following Marvel comics characters I enjoy reading about, in particular, about the living weapon the Soviet Union: Omega Red.

I honestly never thought I would do much more with this account, but as I found I've been using it more and more and have had a bit of a desire to post some more long, rambling thoughts about a character I enjoy reading (and writing) about (in a place besides Reddit, I've found there are some limits on how long posts can be there that are rather limiting on expressing thoughts and doing deep character examinations, and I really hate the arguments that can sometimes erupt on that site), I thought I would finally put some effort into making this space my own. I'm still getting used to how this all works, so it may take some time for me to get my bearings navigating a social media site like this. We will see how this all goes, and I hope that anyone who bumps into me here is patient as I try to figure all of this out.

Since Omega Red is the character that brought me to tumblr, and is the character that I want to talk about, this is going to be the place where I put a lot of those thoughts about Arkady down. At some point (likely in the near future as I reach the end of my first fanfiction project) I would like to put together a series of posts on here where I examine all of Arkady’s appearances in Marvel Comics in the past 30+ years of his existence. He is a fascinating character that I don't think gets a fair shake oftentimes in the comics, and certainly never anyone who ever tries to examine his character and his relationships and dynamics with other characters on a deeper level and dig into what makes him tick. I hope to do that here, and for anyone who takes the time to read, I hope you are able to find something here to enjoy. That is, when I finally get around to doing some serious posts.

Since this place will be for Omega Red, I don't think there is really a need to say much about who I am. I'm just someone who has a real passion for Arkady who wants to give some of his fans (I know you're out there! I've seen so many of your nice posts) a place where they can get some content on our favorite supersoldier (sorry, Captain America, you're a favorite too, but Arkady needs some love). If anyone ever has any questions about Omega Red, feel free to ask! I'll do my best to answer.

Edit: as of 2025, Omega Red has his own discord server for any fans of his 18 and older (due to the themes surrounding his character that are discussed on the server). Whether you are a die-hard fan of his or a casual wanting to know more about him, everyone is welcome!

[ambrosiagourmet]

Feel free to ignore this, but I love reading your analysis and was wondering how you start analyzing things? I try to do it myself but I always feel so unconfident in my interpretations and feel scared about posting about them and them being “wrong.”

Just curious to see how you approach your analysis and meta! Have a lovely day!

Ooh, what a good question! I'm happy to share a little, sure.

Under the cut bc it got long hehe 😅

So my first (and probably the most important) response to this is: it's hard to feel 100% sure that you are totally "correct" about this stuff.

There are always going to be other ways to interpret things. There are things you miss, or perspectives you don't consider. There will always be people who disagree. And even if you are as accurate and totally convincing as humanly possible, there always going to be different types of analysis that you can't cover all at the same time!

I think, especially when it comes to like, doing casual analysis for something you love, it really helps to just follow your passion. It's fine to speak confidently about an interpretation that you find compelling, even if you haven't considered every possible angle of how it could be wrong. It's about what speaks to you, after all.

For instance, the conflict-avoidant Falin post (which is currently the analysis post of mine with the most notes) was largely born from an interpretation of Falin that really resonated with me, based on a couple of points I remembered strongly from reading the story. It's definitely not the only way to look at Falin, and I don't think it's like the universally correct interpretation of her character. But it is the interpretation that got ME interested in talking about her, and in turn, resonated with other people, too!

I have plenty of anxiety about this stuff, so I won't pretend that it's just easy to turn off that "what if I'm wrong, though" part of your brain, but I will say it doesn't hurt to try to start writing. You can always draft a post and come back to it, or delete/private it, or reblog it later to add more context or nuance. You aren't shackled to your opinion forever, much as the internet (and anxiety) can make it feel that way.

As to where to actually start with analysis... for me, it's almost always either a detail, a question, or both.

Here's an example of an Idea In Progress I've been thinking about.

While I was grabbing screenshots from the Nightmare chapter, I noticed that Marcille's hairstyle there is similar to one of the chapter covers I'd also just looked at:

So like, that's interesting to me! Especially since the cover was from the chapter where Marcille makes her deal with the Winged Lion. So then I can start to ask like... what does it mean that there's this similarity? I could tie it in to the way I think the Lion kind of infantilizes her, talk about what influence the Nightmare chapter might have had on Marcilles decision. Alternatively, I could ask, are there any other similar times Marcille wears this hairstyle? Any other hairstyles that are repeated at key times?

Any of which could lead to some fun analysis! Alternatively, it can also just be fun to post about the detail without the analysis. Just be like, "hey, look at this weird thing." Other people might chime in with ideas about it, or maybe it will sparks something for you later! Either way, you'll have an easy reference saved for reference. Even if deeper analysis doesn't come, it's still fun to have pointed out. Details and connections are just. They are just great. And Dunmeshi especially has SO much to dig into.

(Oh, also, quick aside here: ignore anyone who tells you the details don't matter and weren't intentional. It fully does not matter. If drawing a connection helps you realize a new meaning in the story - if it inspires and motivates you - it's worth investigating.)

Anyway, the Adventurer's Bible is also a great place to find details to jump off of. The timelines and little blurbs highlight important events or facts about the characters, and you can then go fishing for other times those things come up or are referenced in the story.

In terms of starting from a question, it can also be fun just to spend a little time with something you don't feel like you totally got. I had a great time doing that with the succubus chapter, for instance. If there's a scene you find yourself kind of skimming over because its not clicking for you... go back and try and examine it! Even if it's just a small thing - an expression you missed or a panel with a funny little joke - it can be just as rewarding to try and pay attention to the parts of the story you don't understand as it is to dig into the parts you do.

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Really, in a lot of ways, I like to use analysis as an excuse to just spend time with a story I care about. It's a way to savor it! And if you can write up those thoughts and ideas, you can share them with others, which can be even better. A dish doesn't have to be perfectly cooked to delicious, after all. Go, with Senshi's blessing, and make good food.

And of course, as with all things creative, never forget about Two Cakes:

[echo-bleu]

In Elrond v. the Valar, if Elrond is successfull in going against the Valar (which I hope he is), do you have any plans for Elrond then getting to see his sons, his parents and the Feanorians again? I obviously don't know all the things you plan on having Elrond challenge the Valar on, but I think it'd be great if he could get those imprisoned releasted, those doomed to horrid fates saved (cough Earendil) and travel between Aman and Middle Earth made possible so people can visit each other. Or hell, if Elrond manages to change things for the better in Aman, maybe the twins might come join him after all. But really, very excited for the idea of this fic, as I've been feeling very anti Valar lately.

Thank you for your ask! This actually gives me a great opportunity to dig deeper into my feelings on the Valar xD I'm going to put it under a cut because it got long.

The short answer is, I have no idea. I started this fic (I've rambled about it here) as a vent fic where Elrond gets to yell at the Valar, without really thinking about ever posting it. I was writing those towers we built and getting very angry at the Valar, and for some reason in the first months of my presence in the fandom I only saw very pro-Valar (or, at worst, "the Valar made a few mistakes but mean well, it's fine") takes. I'm fine with fics that go with that, but I think it's a point where my atheism butts heads with Tolkien's catholicism in a major way.

I really love fics where my favourite elves re-embody/sail and reunite in Aman in the Fourth Age and find ways to heal from their traumas, so naturally I wanted to write some (and also some angst such as those towers) but I found myself constantly stuck on what to do with the Valar. It's easy to just kind of ignore them when writing about LOTR events or even, to some extent, about First Age Beleriand. They're not there. They exist in a more material way than most gods but they're still remote, except for Morgoth and Sauron.

It's different in Aman. I went through a whole spectrum of questions/opinions such as "Aman is the Valar's domain and thus if the elves want to live there they have to play by their rules", but it just keeps falling apart whenever I think about it a little harder.

The sticking points for me are this: Númenor's Downfall, and "if thralldom it be, then you cannot escape it". The problem with the Valar, as a group, is that they are gods. They are both gods and rulers, and thus their rule is in the simplest sense of the word a tyranny. They are all-powerful. There is no recourse against them. They have no oversight (I'll get to Eru in a moment), no checks and balance, and they experience no consequence for their actions.

They have a prison system that you are put in by dying, so without trial, and are only released from if you are deemed to no longer be dangerous to society by some nebulous standards. There is also no recourse and no appeal, at least none within a recognizable system of law.

They claim all of Arda as their kingdom, but they abandon anyone who doesn't cater to them to whatever fate. They say the Noldor are free to leave Aman but completely shun them when they do, punishing them (the Doom) again without trial, and definitely not trial by peers. (Also even their way of "recompensing" people who do goodTM is dubious *cough* Eärendil *cough*).

And, even more crucially, they can decide to wipe out an entire people on a whim, again with no consequence.

Here we come to Eru, briefly: Eru is much easier to deal with for me because he is in nature remote. He is all-powerful but more in the way the laws of physics are all-powerful, if that makes any sense. He's not good or evil and he doesn't deal in the individual. See: Númenor (I tend to go with the headcanon that Eru didn't directly order the destruction of Númenor, but ultimately it doesn't matter, because it was the Valar who did it). That's also why he's not a useful oversight for the Valar: if the Valar decided to just wipe out all the elves, Eru would probably just make more elves and have them wake up at some other lake. And anyway, Manwë is the only one who can even communicate with Eru, so the Children can't exactly send complaints.

So we have a tyranny. Or at minimum, we have some kind of oppressive/unfair government, at its root (whatever the result is on the surface). How do we change that?

In real life, a fair government is one where the people in power switch regularly, and only the system remains (preferably with separation of powers and fair laws). It's subject to constant change. Even an absolute monarchy, the king dies eventually and, in theory, can also be overthrown. But a world ruled by gods? They are immortal and unchanging. There is no way to overthrow them. They literally have all the power.

This is where I get stuck in Elrond v. the Valar, and to some extent in those towers as well. It can't end in a revolution. The elves cannot do anything to change their situation that isn't the will of the Valar. The only change that can possibly happen, is for them to somehow convince the Valar to see their side, and/or sow enough dissention among the Valar that they no longer agree with each other.

So that's where I'm going, more or less. There is no fully happy ending there. Elrond will have to make his point, pray hope for meaningful change, without ever being able to trust it, because I don't think there's any way he can trust the Valar again after Númenor.

(It is, in the end, very much like real-life. We can only hope that the people who have power over us will hold themselves to the standards that they promised, and they generally don't. Even when there are recourses, they only work so far. Which is probably why the Valar make me so angry – they are an excellent stand-in for all these powers in our lives that betray us again and again.)

I'm trying to spin a lot of it around the concept of self-determination, which is something that I believe the Valar do not understand. The only one of them who ever exercised it was... Melkor. I am not having thoughts about Melkor redemptions. The Valar are made to be exactly what they are, and they don't change, so they don't recognize the Children's right to make mistakes, to learn, and to choose their own path.

I think we can get to a place where the Valar might understand that they need to defer the making of laws and judgment and generally governance to the people themselves. But the changes would take a huge amount of time and more than one fight (far more than I can do in one fic, in any case). So, is there a happy ending for Elrond and his family? I don't know. Release for those in Mandos, for Eärendil (whose fate always breaks my heart)? A mostly peaceful, bittersweet ending? Maybe.

I also cannot guarantee that it doesn't include a long stay in Mandos for Elrond.

[ofcentvries]

#𝑂𝐹𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑉𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆.  ✦ You can call me Emery ( 32 yrs old / They & Them / Based in CST ), this is an unaffiliated MULTI - FANDOM, MULTI - MUSE for characters from various series FEAT. Toshiro Hitsugaya.

All my muses are story compliant but may divert from canon when it comes to their own self & possible time between story arcs. I am not always kept up to date / terms of series lore ( mostly Hoyo lore ) or remember it so, yeah. Added on to that, due to the nature of some of my characters here, mature themes will most likely be present. Look / follow at your own risk. * USES BETA EDITOR

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 ☰ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ☰ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: the child that grows up too fast, the body being a vessel for 'something greater', being both the weapon & the shield, moving forward from the past + other things I'll add when I think of them.

↪ 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴: @aftapati / @gallantfairy, @ofluminance

ROSTER LIST:

✦ primary: dan heng ( hsr ), neuvillette ( genshin ), jing yuan ( hsr ) ✦ secondary: g'raha tia ( ffxiv ), dainsleif ( genshin ) ✦ tertiary: toshiro hitsugaya ( bleach ), m!byleth ( fe3h ), jellal fernandes ( ft ) ✦ request / plot only: n/a ✦ testing: momo hinamori ( bleach ), aether ( genshin ), furina de fontaine ( genshin ) ✦ to be added muses: vincent valentine ( ff7 ), arlo starr ( wol oc / ffxiv )

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RULES

This blog runs off SPORADIC ACTIVITY. I work early morning hours ( like 4 or 5am ) to early afternoons / sometimes later so I end up being more of a somewhat low energy person when it comes to using my brain power. I will write when I can, when I have the motivation & energy to but I am usually always on Discord to plot / gush about things or just talk.

In addition to above, please do not rush me for replies or such. I prefer to give my partners good quality writing instead of choppy rushed writing. Depression, my adhd + early work hours sometimes make it difficult to concentrate / focus or get myself to sit at my computer, I can't always force it out. My memory however can be garbage & things slip from it a lot so I don't mind a reminder, being asked about a reply or if I perhaps forgot to like a starter etc etc. ♡

I am also MUTUALS ONLY. I do not do follow for follow, I will only follow back if I can see us writing together & enjoy what I see. Please don't push me to follow you back or that will be an instant block. In regards to that, if we are mutuals but you're just not feeling the vibe of us writing together anymore then I ask that you please block me. Do what's best for you, I understand since everyone needs to curate their space for their own comfort.

My portrayal is my own. Do not make assumptions ( aka such as assuming fanon. ) If there are any wanted clarifications or general muse questions then feel free to ask me about them & I'll answer the best I can. In addition to this, most of my muses are canon compliant in terms of personality / story happenings but I do tend to write headcanons here & there that either dig in deeper OR dispute things for my portrayal. Most of my HC's are linked on the bios in my carrd.

In addition to the above, I am duplicate friendly but I will most likely not follow muses of the same first unless they have a duplicate rule as well. I'm open to twin verses if plotted or younger self / older self interactions because I just think the second one is a neat idea. ( In Dan Heng's case it could be DH / DF interactions. )

Writing wise overall. I try to answer most asks that are given to me but sometimes if I can't conjure up a proper response / just am not feeling it then I will delete it. This is nothing against anyone personally, I don't like forcing my writing or giving poor quality replies. If you don't feel a thread, a starter I wrote OR something we are developing, please just tell me. We can restart something new or work things out some other way. I have no hard feelings in regards to this because sometimes what our muse wants / what we want or feel changes.

Some muses of mine will be mostly if not fully iconless due to lack of material for current appearances or appearances at all ( mostly Dan Feng & Momo Hinamori ). I don't care whether you do or don't use icons.

I am mainly plot driven as a blog. I prefer to plot interactions out when it comes to threads or just character relations in general since winging it usually doesn't work all that much for me or tends to die off easier. I don't expect extensive plotting into a whole thread plan but I do prefer some kind of base to go off of, it really helps me in the long run. I don't mind random asks or unprompted asks overall however.

No godmodding, don't control my muse in your replies & please please communicate with me. While I am fine with naturally emerging plot developments, I do require big events ( character death, breakups, etc ) to have been discussed previously. I would also like to be kept in the loop when it comes to any character choices that will, if we have an ongoing dynamic, affect our interactions.

I am crossover friendly! I usually prefer it from material I am familiar with but I am always willing to dive into the unknown if I am given something to go off or able to use in order to research on my own.

I don't practice exclusives here but I do practice affiliates / mains for specific muses that are integral to my own muse. My main rule about this is that I will only romantic ship with one muse of a certain character ( aka ship exclusive ). Each ship will be in it's own verse.

If you ever are interested in exploring any sort of dynamic, feel free to hit me up in dms about it. I love being able to build things with other people but how things go will depend as well on my muses, they are not likely to engage into romantic relationships on a whim. Any ship would need to be developed and plotted. Your muse is welcome to have a crush on any of my muses, but those feelings may end up being unrequited. Please do not guilt trip me about this.

In regards to the above as well, some of my writing is done on Discord. I write both there as well as on Tumblr so sometimes the develop here will not overall always reflect it properly since some is done elsewhere. On that note, if you ever want to write on Discord then I am happy to do so! :)

NSFW may occur here, whether it's in term of mature content or sexual nature. I generally prefer to write nsfw things privately but am open to writing it here. It'll usually occur under a read more if so ( sexual things of the nature ) or tagged with the appropriate trigger warning. I usually will tag it as: / nsfw.

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CREDITS

Pinned graphics done by the ever so lovely aftapati.

Graphics on this blog have all either been made by myself, bought from OR commissioned from the following people: poetryrph, cerberuscomms, floragfx, lavenderph, ennakros, project-e2, aftapati, briarph, atelierph, dior, underesources, aedearly.

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