#cus I know it’s none of my business

[valentineveils]

they shoulds invent family gatherings that dont hang over your head like a cloud of dread . for me .

[writingsbychlo]

SPIDER | tom riddle

summary; tom riddle has a peculiar way of showing his affection, but he's nothing if not protective.

word count; 1625

notes; I woke up this morning with inspiration and I grabbed my laptop and banged this out before even getting up. if you hate it, I literally don't care <3

The flames of the fireplace flickered soothingly, the last warmth spilling out towards you in a subtle glow, hiding the reflections of the lake that danced around the room. Several other students were also still milling around, the Slytherin common room was never truly empty, not unless it was the summer break. Pulling the blanket a little tighter around your shoulders, you snuggled down a bit further, only stilling when the cold sense of someone else crept down your neck. 

This was a familiar chill, though. You were aware of someone else’s presence, and yet no part of that was threatening. A familiar cologne reached your nose, and before you’d even turned, you were greeting the man who stood behind you, “Hello, Tom.”

“Why are you down here?” He cut right to the point, never one for formalities, and your lips flickered up at the edges as he walked around the edge of the sofa and into your view. “You’re never up at this time.”

Always so observant. Your smile formed a little more every time he revealed something extra he’d noticed about you. That you liked a particular table in the library, that your favourite biscuits were chocolate hobnobs, that you didn’t usually stay up this late. Tom Riddle had a peculiar way of showing affection. Most people assumed he was cold, unfeeling, harsh. They couldn't be more wrong. 

Tom Riddle was a walking, talking, bleeding heart. He was an open wound, snapping like an injured animal when anyone came close. Tom Riddle was full of emotion, it just happened to be hidden behind a thick stone wall. But if you were allowed close enough to look through the cracks, the true Tom Riddle shone like golden light within. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” You teased, and he rolled his eyes, taking half a step closer to you and perching on the arm of the couch elegantly. 

“You know I go for walks at night.”

“And where do you go for these walks? What do you do on your oh-so-mysterious nightly walks?” You turned your body further towards him, the blanket slipping down from its place around your chin, and those calculating brown eyes tracked its fall along your arm.  

“That’s none of your business, and you’re avoiding the question.”

“You’re avoiding mine.” You retorted, and he simply gave you a dry look. Reaching out, Tom lifted the edge of the blanket back up and over your shoulder, securing it back into place. 

“Answer me.”

“Fine,” You sighed, head rolling across your shoulders and back towards the fireplace, watching the growing flames once again, “I saw a spider in my room. It crawled down the edge of my bed right before I could get in, and now I don’t want to go to sleep.”

You could feel Tom’s stare on you, the silence stretching between you both as he let the confession settle. There was half a chance he’d scoff, and half a chance he’d simply walk away now that he got his answer. He seemed to be debating between which one to go for. “Why didn’t Pansy get it out for you?”

Another question, not an option you’d considered, but not a surprise from him. “She’s not here, she’s at Luna’s tonight.”

More silence, and you took the chance to observe him instead. Tom Riddle was not one to cower away from a stare, and so as you watched him, he watched you too. Finally, he broke the silence, “I’ll get it for you.”

Now, that was a surprise. “You will?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” 

“Does it matter?” He shot back, standing once again, making it clear to you that you were to do the same, or he’d leave without you. Dropping the blanket down to the couch, the enchanted item folded itself back up and into the storage trunk you’d taken it from, as you smoothed out your jumper and followed Tom’s already retreating steps.

“It doesn’t matter, but I’m curious. Humour me.” You caught up with him, and he cut you a glance from the side of his eye. “You should also know that I’m very grateful, whether you choose to tell me or not. Thank you.”

The rigid lines of his shoulders softened a little at that. Should you know how to, Tom Riddle could be played like a fiddle. You smothered a snicker at the rhyme in your head as he let slip a small sigh. “I don’t want you to sit in the common room all night when I can perfectly easily take care of the problem.”

Your smile was full now, following him silently through the halls as he guided the way to your dorm. Opening the door, he was respectful enough to ignore the piles of mess on your roommate’s side of the dorm, looking straight towards your untouched bed, and the mug of now cold tea sitting on your bedside table. 

“Which side?”

“The far one.” You mumbled, tension creeping back into your body. What if it wasn’t there anymore? What if it had crawled elsewhere, and was now hidden somewhere in the room, ready to strike, or—

The screech of your bed frame moving snapped you from your thoughts as Tom pulled it away from the wall. It moved again, jarring along the wooden floor. Tom remained still, eyes moving for a second, two, before he suddenly strode forwards, ducking down and his hand shot out. He straightened a second later, with his hands cupped, and turned to you. 

He nodded his head towards the window, and you scurried across the room ahead of him, flinging open the window and backing far away as he neared. That made him scoff, rolling his eyes at your behaviour once again. He held his hands out of the window, shaking them off and letting the spider fall through the air, before pulling back, and clicking the catch back into place. He double-checked it, before casting his eye over the rest of the room. 

“Let me check for any more.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Your words fell on deaf ears, as Tom shifted your bed back into place, before peering behind both desks, your dressers and the wardrobe, and finally, the bathroom. He methodically checked each and every space within your dorm for you, leaving you to sit in the centre of your once again safe bed, watching him with a soft smile. Before leaving the bathroom, he washed his hands clean of the creature that had been crawling within them, before returning to you. 

“No more.”

“Thank you, Tom.” You whispered, his chin tucking in a single nod, but a frown on his face. 

“You already thanked me.”

“There’s no law saying I can’t thank you twice, or as many times as I please, for that matter.” Your smirk made him press his lips into a line, but he had no comeback and hated not having the final word. He was calculating, something else to say, something to spin this back onto you—

“Your tea is cold. You should reheat that, so you don’t waste it.”

Your gaze flickered to the mug, and back to him, shrugging. “I don’t feel like having it now.”

His sigh sounded frustrated, and he took a few more steps into the room, towards you, instead of the door. His voice had softened once again as he took you in, looking down at you with a gentler gaze than most ever saw. “Will you go to sleep now?”

“Soon, I think I’ll just read for a while, I’m not too tired yet.” 

He nodded. His jaw clenched as he glanced towards the door, but made no move to leave. The clock in the corner ticked, seconds passing by loudly in the space, and then, “Would you like to join me on my walk?”

His words were fragile, a rare show of vulnerability from him. Uttered quietly into the air that hung between you both, and your gasp almost startled him. “Really?”

He glared, answering your question with a fitting answer. Tom never said things he didn’t mean, and you knew that. Everyone knew that. But he’d never let anyone go on his walks before, it was a hotly debated topic and a running joke within the group about what exactly took place on these walks, and what nefarious things he likely got up to. 

“I’d like that.”

“Then put on some proper shoes, and quickly.” You did as he had, rather gruffly, commanded, swapping out the comfy slippers for some boots, and throwing on another jumper for extra warmth. Tom waited for you at the door, holding it open for you to step through. “Do you like the lake at night?”

“I’ve never been out to the lake at night.” 

He made a quiet sound of acknowledgement, a hum under his breath. “Then that’s where we’ll go. You’ll like it. It’s… peaceful.”

His hand flexed at his side as you walked together, and after clearing the common room and entering the silent corridors, you slipped your hand into his own. 

He stiffened, for only a second, before his fingers wrapped back around yours, and a smile pulled on his lips as he ducked his head. You and Tom had been dancing this line for years now, something more but not quite enough. 

Not yet. 

But you’d get there, someday. His actions told you enough. Enough to know that he felt what you did too, that you were certainly headed somewhere, on a collision course together. You belonged to Tom Riddle as much as he belonged to you. 

So, for now, holding his hand as you walked the lake, and letting him chase spiders out of your room was enough. 

[honeyedmiller]

Holidays With the Millers

a firefighter!joel miller x f!reader drabble

series masterlist

rating: explicit. 18+, minors do not interact.

warnings: fluff, a lil surprise, illusions to smut but none actually described.

word count: 1.9k

synopsis: your first of many holidays in the miller household is better than you could’ve ever expected.

a/n: happy holidays everyone 🤍

The holidays at the Miller household are… well, chaotically organized, to say the least. 

Turns out, Joel and Tommy put Sarah in charge years ago because they weren’t going to get in the way of a then-eleven-year-old who had a bright vision in mind but couldn’t execute it without the aid of her dad and uncle. 

Three years later, her curly hair bounces every which way as her bright green eyes scan the handiwork you’ve all done with a thorough inspection. 

You can’t help but want to laugh as you, Joel, Maria and Tommy all stand in a line—military style—as she looks between her checklist and the decorations that are hung up brilliantly. 

Once that familiar bright smile shines at all four of you, you know you’re in the clear. 

“Great job this year guys! Gotta give most credit to the ladies though,” Sarah snickers, and Tommy rolls his eyes while Joel barks a laugh. 

“Glad we passed the inspection, madam. Now get your keister upstairs and finish puttin’ your donations in the box I gave you,” Joel says, raising an eyebrow at Sarah. 

She salutes him with a giggle. “Sir, yes sir.” 

Joel had explained to you a couple of weeks back that the entirety of the fire stations in Austin got together and liked to do a toy drive for Christmas. It’s an annual thing, and all families of employees are welcomed to join in and volunteer. 

You went and bought a few toys and board games for the event, excited to hand them out. 

Joel looks down at his watch before looking back at everyone. “The event starts in an hour. We should get goin’ soon.” 

“You’ll be proud of me, brother. I brought my uniform with me.”

“You’re a grown ass man, Tommy. Knowing you I know Maria reminded you at least twice to not forget it.” 

Maria laughs and nudges Tommy in the ribs. “That’s exactly what happened.” 

You all laugh in unison as Tommy holds up his hands in surrender. “I got Dory brain. I don’t know what to tell y’all.” 

Joel rolls his eyes before looking at you with a smile, jerking his head toward the stairs. 

“C’mon pretty lady, let’s go finish gettin‘ ready.” 

“That’s not code for ‘let’s get a quickie in’ is it? Cus y’all really ain’t as slick as y’all think you are.” 

“Tommy!” All three of you say in unison, and your face heats before you shake your head. 

“Mind your business and focus on your own sex life, yeah?” Joel says before slapping him upside the back of his head, ushering you upstairs. You can hear Maria faintly scolding him and he just laughs before their voices drown out completely. 

“Jesus Christ, my brother is a pain in the ass,” Joel deadpans. 

You huff a laugh. “Better him than Andy and Cole. They’d say some even dumber shit and add fuel to the fire.” 

“Well,” Joel checks his watch again. “We do have an hour…” 

You give him an incredulous look. “Absolutely not, Miller. Hands to yourself.” 

He gives you a pouty look before it’s your turn to roll your eyes, heading into the bathroom to finish getting ready. 

-

You wish you would’ve taken Joel’s initial offer. You’re standing in the firehouse helping handing out the cookies you’ve made while subtly making eyes at your ridiculously handsome boyfriend in his uniform, joking with little kids while he gives out presents. 

You think back to when Joel drunkenly told you he wanted to have kids with you, and suddenly you don’t think the prospect is a little insane anymore. Of course, you want to have kids with him, but you’d at least like to be married first… and you’re only shy of half a year in a relationship with him. 

“I know that look. What are you thinking about?” Maria bumps you with her hip, and you flash her a smile. 

“How good Joel looks. How good he is with kids.” 

“Ah, the baby fever bug finally caught you huh?” 

“He’s actually the one who mentioned it. The night they went out. He came home drunk and said, and I quote, ‘we should have kids’.” 

Maria’s jaw drops as she looks between the two of you. “He didn’t.” 

“He did!” You laugh as you hand someone a cookie, smiling at the kid before looking back up to Maria. 

“Drunken words speak sober thoughts,” she says, shrugging as she wiggles her brows. 

“Right. And when’s that happening for you and Tommy?” 

“Please, that man needs to put a ring on this finger before I carry any of his children.” 

You toss your head back in a laugh. “Amen to that.” 

“Amen to what?” Joel asks, sliding up beside you. 

“Just girl talk. You all done handing out toys?” 

He eyes you and Maria suspiciously, but you toss a sweet smile his way and all seems to be forgotten. 

“Mhm. I actually came over here for a reason.” 

“And what would that be?” You quirk a brow as you put a hand on your hip. 

Joel pulls something from behind his back and hangs it over your heads. You look up to see mistletoe, and you can’t help but laugh at how adorably cheesy he is. 

“In front of all these people? You sure about that, cowboy?” You ask, putting a hand on his chest as he wraps his free hand around your waist, pulling your body flush to his. 

“You know by now I ain’t got a dang problem showin’ off my woman,” he says, inching his face closer to yours. 

His words make butterflies erupt in your stomach, and your face heats. He grins and leans in, pressing his lips to yours for a few seconds before pulling back. 

“I love you,” he says, pecking your lips twice more before moving back slightly. 

“I love you too.” 

And it hits you: for the first time in a long time, you get to spend a holiday season with your heart full of love with the most loving person. 

The lights shine a little brighter, the songs sound a little sweeter, and the Christmas magic has finally made its return back into your heart. 

-

Christmas came and went in a flash. As much as you love the holidays, it saddens you how fast they pass by. 

It was so nice to see Sarah so excited about opening her stocking and presents to see what you and Joel got her this year. She got some new makeup, clothes, and a vinyl player with some vinyls she’s been wanting. You also got her a certificate to get a manicure and pedicure done whenever she’d like to go. That sense of pure love poured into your heart when she gave you a tight hug and thanked you a bunch of times. 

You got Joel some new tools he’s been wanting, along with his favorite cologne and a few new clothing items. You also got him his absolute favorite coffee beans that he won’t allow himself to splurge on, so you decided to do it for him. 

The last gift was, in your opinion, a bit cliche, but Joel loved it. You’d bought some pretty red lacy lingerie with sparkles throughout the material and revealed yourself to him after doing your night routine in the bathroom. You gave him a much needed massage before he used his needy, skilled hands on you and gave you one hell of a blissful night as he unwrapped you like you truly are a present in itself. 

It’s New Year’s Eve now, and Tommy somehow convinces Joel to throw a party to ring in the new year. Everyone in your family is here along with a few of Joel and Tommy’s mutual friends, and you’re all chatting away while eating finger foods and sipping on drinks. 

Dick Clark’s New Year’s Eve special is playing on the flatscreen and there’s only fifteen minutes left until the clock strikes twelve. You’re chatting with your mom, Emily and Maria about Emily’s baby and how she’s doing before the conversation gets turned to Maria. 

“So how long have you and Tommy been together?” Emily asks her, sipping on her sparkling apple cider. 

“Two and a half years. Still doesn’t feel like it.” She laughs and looks over at him, her smile growing wider. 

“You think he’ll pop the question soon?” Your mom chimes in, and Maria shrugs. 

“I’m not sure, honestly. I mean, don’t get me wrong. That man has changed for the better within the past couple of years, but sometimes I have no clue what’s going on in his mind. When he thinks of something, he puts his whole heart into it and he’ll make it happen. We’ve talked about marriage before, but it’s not something that comes up too often.” 

“Maybe it’ll happen soon,” Emily says. You give her a look of confusion, but she doesn’t even meet your gaze. 

“I think I’ll probably know when it’s happening. I love that man with my whole heart but he’s terrible at keeping secrets.” 

You laugh as you glance at the countdown clock, noting that it’s only five minutes until twelve. 

Tommy comes up to Maria and wraps his arms around her shoulders, kissing her cheek as he whispers something in her ear. She nods and smiles at the three of you before standing up. 

“Ladies,” Tommy says with a smile, ushering Maria into the small sea of people. Josh finds Emily, and your mom goes to find your dad so you’re left to munch on the charcuterie board laid out in front of you. 

It isn’t until a minute before midnight that Joel comes up to you and wraps his arms around you as you stand in front him, giving your forehead a kiss as he smiles at you. You look around the room and notice Tommy and Maria are still missing. 

“Where’s Tommy and Maria?” You ask, putting a hand on Joel’s chest before your eyes scan the room once again. 

Joel smirks as he nods his head toward the backyard, and in the faint glow emitted by the Christmas lights outlines their silhouettes. Tommy’s on one knee holding something up as Maria’s hands cover her mouth, and it clicks for you. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god! You knew about this?!” 

You’re so giddy inside and you’re not even the one being proposed to. 

“Knew for a few months now,” he says with a deep chuckle. You look back over to them to see her nod her head yes before Tommy slips the ring on her finger. Your eyes well with tears as the indescribable happiness you feel for them courses through you. He leans in to kiss her passionately, and your eyes snap back to Joel. 

“Happy New Year!” Everyone shouts, startling you before you realize it’s finally twelve. 

“Happy New Year, darlin’,” Joel murmurs, tipping your chin so your lips can meet his. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, getting so lost in his gentle kiss as your mind reels. 

So much has changed for you this year. You feel like you’ve lived twenty lives all wrapped up in three hundred and sixty five days, and falling in love was the last thing you expected. 

You’ve learned so many lessons this year, finally opened up your heart, and have taken a leap of faith that resulted in you being caught by the love of your life.

You can’t wait to see what the future holds with you and Joel, because you know it’ll be one that is full of security and love. 

You smile against his lips as you brush your hand through his thick locks, looking into his beautiful brown eyes that felt like home. That are home. 

“Happy New Year, Joel.” 

taglist: @raspberrybesitos ; @nostalxgic ; @endlessthxxghts ; @punkshort ; @clawdee

@pascalpvnk ; @bensonispunk ; @merz-8 ; @darkblue-tennesseee ; @typewriter83

@lizzie-cakes ; @sawymredfox ; @keylimebeag ; @nandan11 ; @pedropascalsbbg

@pimosworld ; @yxtkiwiyxt ; @anoverwhelmingdin ; @kikaaauu ; @buckyispunk

@untamedheart81 ; @picketniffler ; @fluffygoffpanda ; @paleidiot ; @survivingandenduring

@party-hearses ; @pedrospatch ; @harriedandharassed ; @brittmb115 ; @sunnytuliptime

@frodofreakingbaggins ; @aceaubrianna ; @tangled-tumbler-blog-blog ; @bunniboo0015 ; @aerihina

@pedritospunk ; @ro-nahime-things ; @ananonymousaffair ; @just-mj-or-not ; @melsunshine

if you'd like to be added / removed from the taglist, please let me know!

-

divider by @saradika-graphics

[yung-notorious]

Hey queen!!!!! I just recently found you and I LOVE the way you write.. Do you have any fic recommendations with similar styles to yours?

heyy I’m not sure what my style is exactly to give you some recommendations!! if you could describe it more then I’d have something to go off. I have plenty to share ♡ tysm for reading my works btw!! 💕 are you looking for fun girlie vibes maybe?? I’ll come back to update this shortly with some pulls

🩷 recommendations

drugdealer boyfriend!gojo by @curseddollfaye

shopping sprees @ the mall w/ your bestie Utahime on your boyfriends dime + sweet moments with gojo

xo series by @gojotojis

you’re a college girl minding your business making money on the side as camgirl when choso approaches you asking for help.

420, we be burning series: plug!choso by @blkkizzat

you’re a sorority girl tied up in a situationship with choso who’s the campus local plug. you’re trying your hardest to keep things lowkey, but his feelings for you leads him caught time and time again in your spiderweb that’s greeklife.

wasted summer by bratmactavish on a03

college!gojo a known campus playboy thinks he’s about to run game on you, but you know how to keep it playa too and you even got a few skeletons in your closet 👀

jealous friend!sukuna by @4pfsukuna

just cus yall tight don’t mean he can talk to you any type of way, you don’t play that jealousy shit either. You told Sukuna that gojo is just a friend, so what he is so pressed for? Whatever it is y’all got going on, y’all friends are fed up and are pleading to be taking out the group chat!!

B.A.S by @4pfsukuna

you’re smoking hot and down for whatever, running between geto and gojo on the low. they’ll just have to duke it out if they can’t agree to share. oh and their smart ass mouthes? they can’t keep ‘em unless they being used for munchin

sneaky link by @jazzthatonewriterchick

“You’re a stressed-out mom and college professor who has been swamped with your job and mommy life lately. You’re so knee-deep in your work and kids that you need some kind of release. Unfortunately, you’re not finding any of that in your husband, but luckily, that’s what Gojo Satoru is here for…even though he’s way too young for you and is your student.”

sorcerer!gojo drabble by @emonaculate

let’s get the bill~ purrrr! lmao only gojo would think you’re tryna embarrass him out in public by offering to pay for the bill….then try to spin it 😭

peace & quiet by @jazzthatonewriterchick

you’re @ an airbnb on a work trip trying to vibe out on your company’s dime but here come gojo & geto testing your patience and sanity 🙂‍↕️

bad idea right? by @emonaculate

you and gojo ain’t shit for sneaking n’ freaking behind your roommate back but that ain’t none of her business 😂🤷🏽‍♀️ when glo said “how tf is that ya man, if he right here wit me?”

your lips, my lips (apocalypse) by @prettyngeto

“if someone told you you'd be screaming out the name of notorious fratboy satoru gojo for a reason other than to berate him, you never would've agreed to come to this party”

how to succeed in business by @mitsuwu

“so yeah, you may suck at your job, but if there’s one redeeming quality about you—one thing you’re good at, one thing keeping you from losing your job—it’s your phenomenal ability to suck dick.”

he sexy so he nervous by @blackfemdoll

prissy by @prettiedup

[merlinssassybeard]

'Ex' Husband Gojo

Tags- fem reader x Gojo, swearing, angst.

Synopsis: The reader had a miscarriage and her husband wasn't there with her to give her support and now she's mentally shaken. Y/n decides to divorce him and but things take a way different turn...

Gojo and reader are married for 4 yrs and love each other profoundly but a terrible accident happened with reader and caused reader a miscarriage and was going through a very bad time. Reader wanted Gojo there to help mentally and emotionally but he was busy with curses...

"Satoru", you began with a shaky voice.

Your husband Satoru Gojo had all your attention the moment you said his name.

You had called up Satoru to the Tokyo estate, your marital home, for 'an important emergency talk'. These words were enough for Gojo to run from his busy packed schedules to run home to check up on you.

"Hmm?", Satoru hummed indicating you he's all ears. Both seated opposite to each other in the kitchen.

"Satoru, i-", you hesitated but continued, " Satoru, i want divorce...."

At first, he was unresponsive, still processing whether the words he heard were real or some weak residual cursed technique from cursed spirits left on him considering he came right after finishing a mission.

"Divorce?" Satoru came to his senses, "is this... some sort of.. joke my love MRS y/n? Cus' I'm really not liking it!", he tried to laugh it off.

But this wasn't a joke.

Not for you.

You're done.

Done giving him all of everything you have and receiving none.

You had your head slightly bowed down, unable to summon the energy, the strength to look right into his eyes. "This is not a joke, Satoru Gojo.", "i cannot live like this anymore".

Satoru knew it was indeed serious by the tone of it so he's demeanor changed as well.

"Why is it so y/n?", he mumbled in his soft husky voice while extending his hand towards yours to hold. "Is it something i did? You know you can tell me. I told you beforehand marrying me wasn't going to be easy, you remember?"

Yes he is right. He did told you a bazillion times when you nagged him for marriage anytime and everytime you saw him breathing around you. He had told you enough times that being his wife and also in a conservative society isn't going to be a cakewalk. 'Once married, there is no way out of the marital bond since its a holy bond, blessed by the heavens themselves' or as they said, but you didn't care, at that time.

"Reasons don't matter.", you flinched your hands away from his approach and passed the envelope with the papers and got up. "You'll find my signatures in there. Please be civil. Don't want any drama."

Satoru didn't knew what to say since he didn't even expected such a devastating and mind boggling news either. He had just finished his mission overseas and had taken only an hour of rest before being assigned another 'clean up' duty (messed/botched mission by another sorcerer) and in the middle of it he gets your call for an emergency meet up at the house.

He has been working all around the clock and came home to see you, hoping to receive kisses or you expecting souvenirs, which he had plenty just for you. But instead he got this ..... a farewell?

Gojo stayed seated there, watching you leave the kitchen to the room. He stayed seated there for a moment wondering what did he do, where did he go wrong, did he go wrong? Are you alright? Is this a cry for help? Is everything okay with you?

He wanted to check up on you so he got up to head towards the bedroom where you were but stopped dead in his tracks when it hit him, the reason....

"Y/n", you heard the door slide open and Gojo calling your name.

He opened the door and saw you were.... packing? God, you're really not joking.

"Yes?", you gathered the strength to look up at him for the first time in months! Due to his 'business trips' and you swear to god you would have fell down crying as your knees went weak.

"Is it...", he stumbled to say further but he knew he had to confront you with this, "is it because of that thing we talked about? On the phone?"

You knew you will burst out crying in front of him if he talked any further and because of that you couldn't speak either, holding tight onto lips to avoid the tears.

"Uh huh mmmhh mmmhh" you nodded and tried to avoid eye contact.

Oh no! Satoru knew he messed up. But he couldn't just let you... leave!? How could he? He knows and you too, that you are the only person who makes him vulnerable to the point he acts like child, only with you. You are the only one who actually makes him happy and content with his life in this miserable shite world. No words describe your and his relationship. So just how could he just let you leave?

"Y/n. I get it. You want kids." He mumbles, "then we'll have kids! Okay?" He declared.

You looked at him, and when he said that he looked as if he's been held under gun point, reluctant, yet... determined?

No! Yes, you do want children but the role of a father cannot be forced upon a man! That way the child will only be a 'burden' rather than a child born out of love and acceptance.

"No need." You announced and turned your back to him and started putting your clothes in the bag. "My mind can't be changed"

Gojo was left puzzled. He is ready to give you what you had been asking the day you both got married, what his and your parents wanted and the entirety of the Jujutsu Society had a keen eye on.

"I can't let you leave y/n like this", he said not knowing what to do either.

"Okay, I'll put on some fresh clothes.", you replied unbothered.

"No y/n i I told you once you're married you can't!", Satoru tried to come up with some reasoning.

"How the FUCK i cannot?" You yelled right onto his face, throwing the dress in your hand on the floor, annoyed at everything and anything.

"You just CAN'T!", Satoru tried to hold his sanity together.

"I AM FUCKING LEAVING! Divorce or NOT!", You snapped at him and went to pick the dress up and put it in the bag.

"Listen y/n, we can't go with divorce, it'll cause a lot of talk in the family and there's more but we just can't...", he tried to reason with you calmly but you were not in the mood.

"Why do you suddenly want me in your life when from the past fucking 4 years all you have done is being out on your trips?" You sneered and mocked, "Announcing we're going to have kids! Wow! That's not how it works Satoru!"

Satoru now lost it.

"Then what IS IT YOU WANT!? Haven't i given enough? You wanted this marriage! Not me! But i went for it because it was you! Went against my family for you and kept you away from them but what do you care" (your in-laws are toxic and would love to dance over your grave)

"Thats because i refuse to be your whore! You called me up whenever you felt like it. Might as well be your wife rather than just be some whore you sleep with on friday nights."

You recognized what you just babbled out and its disgusting. Your hands involuntarily moved and covered your mouth. You couldn't ever fathom the words you puked.

It is NOT like that! Not at all! You love Satoru, you Have been for a long time! And to have him as your husband is a dream come true! But how could say such lowly things.

Satoru just stood there. It was like one explosion after the other. So that is it? You came to him... for looks? For money? For sex? Goddammit! Satoru wanted to laugh because women of his family warned him not to marry some average human girl, saying further that you'll rob him of his money one day. But he didn't and just stood there watching the horror in your eyes unfold.

Satoru saw you as the only person in his life that made him actually understand the definition of love. Especially someone human, a non sorcerer like you. Thought of you made him content and calm, knowing he has someone waiting for him...... but not anymore.

He rubbed his temple as he'd been without an eye covering this whole time and his head ached a little with all this drama unfolding. He smiled through and looked at you, "that's what you think of me y/n?"

"No-no Satoru! Thats not what meant! Ugh! I don't want the divorce anymore!-"

He interrupted, "ah its okay, totally okay. I'll sign em."

Gojo was awfully calm and collected and you knew that when he's like this he would explode like a volcano if irked.

"No i will not let you!" You screamed and pushed him and ran out of the room in a frenzy to retrieve the divorce papers and tore the sections with your signature into tiny unrecognizable trash.

Satoru walked into the kitchen and just stood there. "You can have this house. I'll have Ijichi send down some papers later."

You eyes widened, "what..... papers?"

"Separation papers", he replied.

His gaze went around the house randomly and said, "since you don't wanna be a-" he stop and looks at you but continues.

"Since you do not wish to be a 'whore', you're free from me. I don't want chaos in both of our families so im suggesting separation. Yeah? Works in favor of both of us"

You were shook. You knew what you were doing when you brought the divorce papers but you didn't expected it to become so real.

"I'm leaving now. I'll send for my things so please don't throw my things just yet! Haha." Satoru was throwing jokes at a moment like this.

Damage has been done.

You ran out as soon as you saw him leave. You kept saying that its not what you meant and there's more to it and what not. But he just wore his blindfold and got into the car.

You saw him shut the door on your face and uttered his last words as your husband to you....

"Congratulations, Ms y/n. This'll be the last time you'll see me and when you think you're ready for divorce, lemme know!"

Part 2

Series masterlist

[juuuulez]

🎧 | heartbeat, richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i’m a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall and i feel sick.

making out/mild groping, references to sex, cheating, richie is petty.

request a playlist roulette here!

“I’m working, Richie.”

“Then fuckin’ stop. Tryn’a have a conversation here.”

You simply huff and continue to ignore him, though the small space of the office feels impossibly closed off. It’s like all the air has been sucked out, filled with a sticky warmth that settles in your veins, where you can’t possibly ignore his presence behind you.

It’s been years. Whatever happened between you and Richie was over, it ended right before you went off to college. So, yeah, fucking ages ago. What gave him the right to whine about it now? You were knee-deep in paperwork, having been called up by Carmen to help balance some accounts for the restaurant renovations. With a business degree under your belt, you’d happily taken the offer. It helped that you were in Chicago anyway.

“There isn’t a conversation to be had, asshole.” You quipped back, standing at the desk and flipping through contract after contract. They’re scattered around, and quite frankly, a mess. You make a mental note to ask Carmy if he ever got his pen license: because his handwriting is atrocious.

The silences stretches on for another few seconds. Sweet, soundless seconds, where you can summon an inkling of focus, before it’s brutally ripped away from you again.

“Missing my baby. #LongDistanceWarrior.”

It’s said in a delicate, mocking tone, that had you whipping around to face him. Richie has his phone in hand, scrolling through your Facebook wall and finding comments from your boyfriend.

“Do you mind?” You snap.

“Nah, babe. It’s fuckin’ pathetic, this shit,” He’s begun again, all wound up and pissed. “I mean— jesus, what a jagoff. Trust me, I know you, and I know you’re not into this garbage.”

You expel a harsh breath through your nose, turning your back to him once more. “It’s sweet.”

“No it fuckin’ isn’t. It’s disgusting.”

The hypocrisy of it all is astounding, it twists harsh in your gut, churning a dangerous mix of irritation and, maybe, a little bit of guilt. “Y’know, last time I checked, we broke up ‘cus of you, genius.”

“That’s not what happened,” Richie is quick to assert, dropping his phone in favour of waving his hands wildly, as if it would help his point. “Hey! That’s not what fuckin’ happened! You decided to go to New York, like a pretentious—

“No! No, fuck you!” You’re yelling back at him now, albeit still looking down at the desk. “I wanted to do long distance, asshole, and you threw a goddamn fit. So tough fucking luck, you missed your chance.”

It shuts him up for a moment, because it’s true: Richie didn’t want to do long distance, and you wanted to go to college in New York. Neither of you would budge, and so you broke up. But now, you’re dating some rich asshole, who apparently, has no goddamn problem with long distance. Making Richie the cuck.

“Is it his dick, or somethin?” Richie is speaking again in a lower tone, an almost playful twinge to it. “Cus it’s definitely not his face.”

He’s approached you, chest pressed firm against your face, as he drops the phone over your paperwork. It’s still open on your facebook wall, an image of you and this new boyfriend, posing for a photo: you’re kissing his cheek.

You shake your head, giving Richie a sharp nudge with your elbow. It’s supposed to get his ribs, but he catches it in his palm, warm and big over your skin. “Don’t be rude.” You scold.

“So it’s not?” He continues to pry. “It’s the money, then? Bet he’s fuckin’ loaded. Goddamn trust fund.”

“That’s none of your business.” You tell him.

The contact feels foreign and familiar all at the same time. It’s like coming home to a warm bed, still all mussed from the night before, and crawling right back between the covers. But it’s laced with something new, an intoxicating sense of temptation, because you know how wrong this is. How wrong it is to lean back against him, to not shoo him away.

Richie knows this, he knows the hold he has on you, knows that he’s getting what he wants. Because you’re not as uptight as you pretend to be: you’re that same scrappy kid who’d fuck around with him in high school: A younger girl, and her stupid older boyfriend, working weekends in a shitty restaurant and blowing the paychecks on dumb stuff like fireworks and beer.

So his hands find your waist, fingers wrapped around the meat of your body, tugging you back into him. You spare a glance downwards, past the paperwork, watching the way he grips you tight and possessive.

“Aren’t you married?” You ask, pushing through the breathless feeling in your lungs.

“Not anymore,” Richie supplies. “But you already knew that, didn’t ‘ya?”

You hum, rolling the idea around in your head for a moment. Any sense of rationale dissipated the second his breath hit your ear, so close, too close, and yet you still wanted him closer. Deeper. All around you.

So you turn around, wedged between the desk and him, Richie’s firm torso pinning you in place. His self control dwindles, taking the chance to skate his hands over your body, rough palms finding your ass and squeezing.

“Shouldn’t be doing this,” You remind him, the words whispered into hot air, a moment of consciousness that preens its way into your mind. “I have a boyfriend. He loves me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Richie will contest, voice rough and molten right near your ear. “The fuck ‘s he doin’ in New York, then?”

And it’s true. Fuck, it’s so true. Because he’s there and Richie is right here, hot and hard against you, smelling so familiar and before you can even think his mouth is on yours. It feels perfect, your hands skimming up his chest, finding his face to pull him in closer. Teeth clash and noses bump, his thigh pushing between your legs, pulling you down against him.

The paperwork is forgotten as you feverishly make out on the desk, groping and grinding like teenagers. It’s only interrupted by Carmen, who eventually comes knocking with another handful of receipts. His face twists in disgust at the sight, making a disgruntled noise before turning on his heels. Your face is red at this point, forehead making contact with Richie’s shoulder as you huff in a mix of embarrassment and guilt.

Not guilty enough, though, to stop Richie from coming back to your hotel. Not guilty enough to not sleep with him one, two… three more times. Certainly not guilty enough to not call him whenever you’re in Chicago.

[hxney-lemcn]

Hello :D congratulations on 2k ^^ absolutely deserved with how amazing your writing is.

If its possible could you perhaps have ace with🌹🍂🙄?

Have a great day ^^

a/n: once again I struggled, ending is not the best, didn't know where I was going. Idk why its so hard for me to write for Ace. Hope this isn't too bad 😭

tw: none.

wc: 0.3k

2k follower event | master list

“Here,” Ace hummed, tossing a bag of chips at you and taking a seat beside you. You eyed him in annoyance for a second before opening it. “Not even a thanks? Next time I won’t get you nothin.” 

“Thank you, oh great and wonderful Ace, for bestowing me with a small bag of starch” You mocked while rolling your eyes.

“Oh shut up,” Ace groaned, smacking you gently before grabbing the remote and unpausing the show you both were watching. If anything, it was just put on in the background as you both scrolled your socials and sent each other memes. 

“Yeah yeah,” You grumbled, already absorbed into your phone. As the day carried on, you both snickered to yourselves, teasing each other from time to time. It was moments like this that made you fall for him. The quiet ones, where neither of you put up a front, just two friends enjoying each other's presences. Well, until it eventually turns chaotic as Ace always manages to do something idiotic. 

“Are you kidding?” You asked, so astonished you couldn’t help the breathless chuckle that passed your lips. “How did you even manage to do something so stupid?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Ace exclaimed. “Just help me get out of going on a date with my teacher.”

“Why should I?” You asked, folding your arms. “You could’ve just, I don’t know, not catfish people.”

Ace let out a dramatic groan, leaning back against the couch with his eyes closed, “This is it, I’m a goner. Don’t blame me when I can’t hang out ‘cus I’m busy scrubbing the school for the rest of my life.”

“Sounds deserved,” You shrugged. 

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Gross.”

“You wanna kiss me so bad you look stupid,” You huffed, brain not computing what you said until a second too late. Ace’s face flamed red, eyes wide, mouth agape. Trying to play it off, you merely shrugged, trying not to let the way he eyed your lips get to you. 

“W-why…y-you,” He stuttered, his brain felt like it was melting. “S-sounds like someone’s projecting.”

“You wish.”

[quitealotofsodapop]

I don't think Wukong might have been wearing his armor. At least not the famous armor he's known for. Considering he was supposedly asleep when the Thrall took Wukong's egg, he was likely wearing either his standard outfit or something closer to sleep wear (which tbh could just be his standard outfit without the chest plate, shoes, and the waist wrappings) and I think it's implied the outfit got destroyed into he fight with the Thrall, or at least heavily damaged

Prev.

I thought about this after I made the post + this other anon ask;

And now I'm imagining a whole Heist-style episode where the Monkie Kids (MK, Mei Peaches, and Sandy) come together to plan a heist on the Megapolis Police Department in order to get the Monkey King's armor back.

Peaches and MK see it as a perfect opportunity to flex their transformation abilities. Peaches takes the form of Monkey Cop while MK is his loyal Deputy. Mostly cus it would be a lot easier a "tutorial mission" to transform into a slightly-different monkey than a whole new animal.

The heist has issues of course

Mei is diguised as a speedster doing dangerous driving so the bros can get through. Sandy is posted outside in the van as their handler ("I've seen the inside of this place before a bunch of times! They know my face.").

Hijinks ensue as you can imagine. Lots of speech checks need to be passed. Key cards and passwords borrowed to access the files + evidence locker. Turns out the layout has changed since Sandy last got arrested, so they end up in the wrong room at some point - for some reason I'm imagining a retirement/birthday party for an actual police officer.

The gang suddenly has a strike of moral dilemmia, and Peaches/Wukong decides to just walk up to the front desk as himself and ask for the evidence taken when he was picked up those 18 years ago.

And... they give it to him.

Turns out the cop he befriended at the retirement party was the officer on that case. The cop seems to know "Peaches" is something else but decides it none of his business as long as no crime has been broken. (The kids laugh nervously in Heist-mode)

The gang happily run home with the evidence box, excited to show Tang and Dadsy the Monkey King's armor.

Only for....

Macaque, unimpressed: "Wukong. Those are your pyjamas."

Peaches/Wukong, holding whats obviously not armor: "Waa??"

Macaque points out that the "armor" is no more than linen cloth with no ornamentation or protective padding. Likely whatever event led to him losing his memory occured when the Monkey King was snoozing. His real armor is probably back on FFM in his hut.

Macaque: "Also, if you needed to steal something from the police; why didn't just ask me to do it?"

The gang: (*avoid his gaze all embarassed*)

They still keep the pyjamas though - it's the Monkey King's pyjamas after all.

Macaque's nose curls as he recognises a scent on the fabric. A dead, cold scent....

[whataboutthefish]

An Independent Leliphant

When Eddie wakes up and can't hear Steve's usual bustle he goes in search of his little Leliphant.

Tags - Little age-re Steve and Caregiver Eddie, slice of life Word count - 1.3k

read on Ao3

Eddie woke late, it was unusual for him to sleep through when Steve was an early riser. He was also absolutely terrible at being quiet. Eddie knew how hard he tried, it was a joke between them now. No matter how hard he tried Steve was a noisy, fumbling, uncoordinated mess. 

Outside of their mostly quiet home the world saw Steve as some sporty preppy athlete, whereas Eddie saw his little elephant. He didn’t mind getting up early, not really, Steve made the best coffee and if Eddie fluttered his eyelashes just right Steve would make waffles with a ridiculous amount of syrup and the crispiest bacon. 

Going down the stairs Eddie had his ears pricked, there was none of the usual shuffling, bumping and clashing of a Steve in the kitchen. All he could hear was the tv on very low in the den so he followed the sounds. 

Steve was laying on his tummy, legs kicked up watching cartoons. There was a mostly empty tray of oreos beside him and a little puddle of milk beside a knocked over glass. 

Eddie smiled seeing his little one and crouched down, “Hey little Leliphant, whatcha doing?” 

Steve hadn’t been able to get his mouth around elephant so Steve became his little Leliphant.

“Daddy!” Steve squealed, rolling over and launching himself into Eddie’s arms, knocking them both backwards. 

Eddie laughed, Steve was so soft like this, all that pressure he put on himself just melted away. His whole body seemed to change, he was less certain on his feet, held hands with Eddie to keep himself balanced. If Eddie wasn’t paying attention most things made their way into his mouth, and just about the cutest thing- in Eddie’s humble opinion- was when Steve was busy he dribbled a little. Steve got grumpy when he was tired, had thrown down more than one tantrum during their time but Eddie didn’t mind. His baby needed it and Eddie prided himself on being a very good daddy. 

“Come on, Mr. Leliphant, let's go get some breakfast,” he looked back at the oreos, knowing full well they were unopened when they went to bed. “Perhaps something unprocessed.” 

Steve just giggled and started to push himself up off the floor. Eddie wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist and kissed him on the cheek. “Daddy, don’t forget Kevin.” 

Eddie looked around finding the huge elephant plushie hiding behind the sofa and scooped him up. 

Steve had wanted to call the plush Leliphant, but Eddie vetoed declaring he could only handle one elephant at a time. So Steve named him Kevin. Eddie’s eyebrows had raised but then his baby giggled, his eyes scrunching up as he nearly toppled over holding Kevin tight to his chest. 

With Kevin in tow they went up to the kitchen, Steve holding Eddie’s hand with one and Leliphant’s nose in the other. “You didn’t wake Daddy up this morning, sweetheart.” Eddie said, watching as Steve’s tongue slipped out the side of his mouth as he came up with an answer. 

“No, cus I’m a big boy. You saided so” 

Dammit.  Eddie couldn’t even be mad when Steve got so little he spoke in the most adorable way ever. 

He shook his head trying to overcome the cute in order to give Steve a gentle reminder. It was true he’d told Steve he was a big boy last time he’d dropped. Steve had asked to use the toilet without prompting which was something they were working on. 

He sighed and smiled, “I know I did, Leliphant. You are a big boy, but big boys still need to wake their daddy when they get up. How else are you gonna get pancakes?” 

Steve perked up a little at that, “With choccy chips?” 

“Sorry my little Leliphant. I think you’ve had enough chocolate for the next week.” Eddie said and kissed the pout off Steve’s lips.

Steve sighed and leaned heavily into Eddie's side. His heart always felt like it might burst when Steve took what he needed to feel small. Steve tucked Kevin under his chin, side by side with Eddie bouncing a little as they walked through the slim door. HIs baby had suddenly become very needy and Eddie wasn’t sure if he was feeling bad about not waking his daddy up or he was feeling sorry for himself because he couldn’t have choccy chip pancakes. 

He always laughed the day after Steve had been little. If Eddie told him he wasn’t allowed something, Steve would find some way to have it the next day. Tomorrow he was sure to be served pancakes for breakfast, some yummy fluffy buttermilk pancakes and the tell tale signs of melted chocolate on a plate in front of Steve. His baby never forgot anything and boy could he hold a grudge. 

Steve shifted from Eddie’s side and watched Eddie walk around the island to start heating the pan up.  No sooner had Eddie turned the hotplate on than he saw Steve bouncing foot to foot. His hand was grabbing his crotch and his face was flushed pink. 

“Do you need to go to the toilet, baby?” Eddie couldn’t help the smile when Steve’s eyes went owlish like Eddie could read his mind before even Steve could. He nodded quickly, sucking his lip between his teeth with a look of panic on his face. 

Eddie ushered him into the downstairs bathroom and towards the toilet. “Does my Leliphant need help? He asked gently. 

Steve shook his head a little “nu uh I got it, Daddy”  he declared, his tongue snuck out the side of his mouth as he fumbled with his pants. 

Eddie turned away so Steve could feel independant, “I’ll be just outside, Leliphant” 

Eddie started to whistle a nursery rhyme and a few seconds later he heard Steve peeing, his poor baby was a little bladder shy. It was just another part of what made his teeth ache from how sweet Steve was. 

Eddie needed to gently guide Steve back to the basin to wash his hands. 

“Help dry them, Daddy,” Steve asked. He smiled up at Eddie, those bambi eyes killing him every time. Of course he was going to help Steve 

“Here you go, baby. In between the fingies too.” Steve started to giggle  “And don’t forget your,” Eddie wiggled the towel in front of Steve's face, “nose!” his hand moving quickly and rubbing all over his face eliciting the most adorable squeals. 

“Let's get you dressed, baby.” Eddie said, his hand fell to the small of Steve’s back and led him up the stairs to their nursery. 

“Then pancakes?” Steve murmured, slipping his first two  fingers into his mouth

Eddie felt a little bit bad but that was toddler manipulation for you. “Yes, baby, then pancakes” 

Steve toddled out of the nursery in footed pajamas, sinking even deeper into his headspace. Steve’s fingers slipped in his mouth and his doe eyes got even rounder than Eddie could ever think possible. He slipped his arm around Steve’s middle helping him down the stairs, as he gurgled happily to himself. 

Eddie set Steve up at the table with paper and crayons so he could start cooking. It was times like these when Eddie was able to watch his little elephant be happy and safe, that he felt so honored to be there. Steve shared this big part of his life, opened up the most vulnerable part of himself and had chosen Eddie. 

What they had wasn't conventional, but that didn’t matter, because it worked for them. Eddie wouldn’t have it any other way.

[jealousmartini]

Hii, one day I came across ur acc, and I loved it! Even the aura I scripted for my kpop drs, is the same as yours but with some different things lol Today while still deciding some things to add to my aura, I realize that I REALLY wanna create some drama. Like me and an idol having beef, or me defending myself bc a female iodl wants to beat me up idk but I feel like i'm the only one lmao. I see everyone wanna be friends with their idols and their s/o but I wanna be an idol specially to know all the drama going behind the cameras, the HOT tea. Like did 2 male idols ever beat the sh#t out of each other back of the MAMA building during awards shows? Or how do idols ever go to parties with out being caught? And if so, do idols who are minors go to parties?? Bc I'm a minor rn, and I'm going to shift with my age, and I LOVE parties 🤩 but I'm not gonna script things like "all idols can go out freely" bc I wanna see the raw thing, how idols actually live.

Actually I just came here to ask u if u have any drama with another idols in ur dr, or if u plan to script anyone. And if so who and why? 🧐 But I ended speaking too much lmao. Anyways, love ur account 🫶🏾🫶🏾

OH MY GOSH ITS YOU! I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU LIKE ONE OF MY POSTS BUT YOUR PFP THREW ME OFF CUS I THOUGHT IT WAS ME LMAO😭😭😭

ANYWAY HEY SWEETHEART IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE MY BLOG❤️❤️ AND OHH MYY GODD I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH I HAVE SO MUCH I WANT TO SAY SO ILL BULLETPOINT THEM

«───────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ────────»

DRAMA, CONTROVERSIES, AND SCANDALS.

DATING RUMOURS

First I'll start off by saying Taehyung and Jennie were 100% dating back in 2017-2019 and those pictures taken of them were definitely real.

And speaking of BTS members dating other idols, the biggest controversial dating rumour circulating BTS is if Jungkook and Chae Kyung are secretly dating because of the amount of references we've have made about each other and the candid pictures taken of us hanging out

Other than him, I do have like 5-6 dating rumours with other idols too but "KyuKook" or "Rookie" is the most popular ship surrounding me in my reality.

Also I kind of have a thing for controversial ships can't lie. I am a freak for older men (AS LONG AS ITS ONLY THE MEN I LIKE LMAOO😭😭) so I do not care if fans ship me with yoongi or jin or whatever cus I may or may not have scripted it but that's none of your business.

BEEF RUMOURS

Now see me personally I don't have any real beef with any idols but more with anonymous haters. There are countless meme clips of me responding to haters cussing them out and fact checking them it's actually hilarious how I am 85% of the reason why O.M.G is called the messiest group.

Yeah no beef rumours for me

IDOLS GO PARTYING

No one actually understands how much I love this topic because in this reality, I am not big on parties but I wish I liked them so ive scripted in my kpop dr that I enjoy parties (I also scripted I'm a bit of a lightweight just to be dramatic) and I have always wondered how idols got away with sneaking out to parties some of the time unnoticed.

Of course not always because of those candid pictures of idols walking together and dancing in a club but the idea of it is so exciting to me plus I don't really gaf if a fan sees me and I get hate for it lmao. I'm out here dancing and being shipped with YOUR "oppa", and YOU'RE🫵🏾 not!

If anything, I am looking forward to those candid pictures cus I love the attention so nah I'm not scripting "idols can go partying freely" I LIVE FOR THE DRAMA. GIVE ME THAT ADRENALINE RUSH🗣🗣‼️

[affluent-havoc]

Togami Time! Byakuya Time works too but I like the alliteration of the first. Spoilers ahead of course!

For Byakuya's casual attire, I gave him that very standard rich man polo. I did spice it up a bit with a black, fairly slick turtleneck underneath that hugs his body. I decided to also have his polo tucked in for extra style points along with the addition of the belt. I like giving this man belts after all. Unless he's in his fancy pajamas, he's wearing a belt the majority of the time! And, of course, his clothes, though a bit basic in a way, cost a lot of money. Sorta honed slight bits from his bad ending attire oddly enough. It wasn't much but just that sorta sporty look in a way. I dunno what the jacket he wore would be called but it gives me slight sporty vibes. Thus, Byakuya's giving off some flamboyant golfer energy which, to be fair, he probably knows how to golf for the most part. For his business attire, I initially drew a more elaborate design (no worries. it'll be seen at some point!!) though I toned it down a lot more for work. He may be fashionable but he's also a man of practicality in many regards. Thus, he's got a pocket watch and a basic suit with some flairs. Specifically, I gave him some emerald colored brooches in his hair and on his tie, hinting back to how he likes the Scarab Brooch in game. After all, with age, I feel the main facets of his interests wouldn't change. The guy is still into those dark academia type stuff. Also, the gold elbow pads are just cus. I dunno. They might be a bit much but I felt a bit bad for just putting him in a suit at the same time! Some other bits I wish to mention about his business attire is that, though he does wear this for work, for my future AU, I see him working a lot at home as well! He's still quite involved with the Togami Conglomerate, but he's found a nice balance where he only needs to travel to other countries sometimes, not the majority. Byakuya deserves a break after all the stuff he went through both pre-tragedy, during the tragedy, and the clean up post-tragedy. That clean up is still occurring still (it's about a decade after dr3/the anime) so there's still work to be done. Byakuya has a bit less to do with the whole "helping to rebuild the economy thing" though since I like to think that, with his influence, he helps with that. Back to his work though, he mostly does this in a designated office area in his condo. He also does this in his mansion sometimes though crashes out into some of the other's places to work as well or just because he can. Speaking of that, though he does live in his condo, he likes to roam a lot and sometimes ends up staying over with the others. It started out as a one time deal before it slowly became the thing he does. His primary targets are Kyoko and Makoto in their apartment and Toko and Komaru in theirs. He does go to Hiro's place as well though to "make sure the idiot isn't causing trouble" and he also goes to Hina's too though less than Hiro's. He'd mostly just be in Toko and Komaru's place if he wanted to check up on Hina cus, though they are friends, the two still like to butt heads. Plus, in this AU, Hina doesn't even live that far away from Toko and Komaru anyway. I headcanon that they all live fairly close from one another cus they all still like spending time together. Thus, thems the rules in this AU. However, despite this man's resilience to not stay at his own damn condo, he's not mooching off of any of them... for the most part. He makes sure to repay anything, sometimes to an annoying degree like him making himself coffee in the morning and then just chucking money in their face before they can say anything. Either that or the man just goes and orders a fancy ass dinner while saying that he "ordered too much" which is just his weird way of showing that he cares for them all. That's not to say that he does that all the time. He understands fully that none of his friends are here for his money. The man can sometimes do it anyway out of habit though he's less bad with this than he was years ago.

For his body type, it's fairly basic, perhaps a little average. A little squishy in some areas which ironically makes him kinda huggable despite him still being aloof in nature. His slight squishy qualities are practically hidden to those who don't know him though. Besides, though he is squishy, that is not to say he should, by any means, be underestimated. He shares this quality with my Kyoko design in some ways (gotta love the togiri parallels) Basically, though he's not super muscular, he could still kick ass. Besides, I feel he wouldn't be one to try and get super buff and all anyway. He probably COULD gain some very good muscle though. He probably just doesn't want to. Additionally, I have him in slightly different glasses. For one, they are to differentiate him much more from his canon design. I also thought the chains would be cool and that the rounded frames would be a nice contrast to all the spikes I gave him in his hair. It also compliments his slightly softer appearance as well, being an older man as well pushing 30. Gives him more of a sense that he's got a bit of fallibility. That he's still a human at the end of the day! He also is a bit nicer with age as well though still Byakuya Togami of course!

Out of all the elements I changed about my favorite guy, I think my favorite aspect is his hair. So many cute tufts! Plus, I am a sucker for him having long hair. I also feel I made a good balance between making him look like he could totally pull off the Polaris thing again and having him still look like a guy. But also, he's a bit androgynous as well! Hope you all enjoy this loser's design! The next design will be very soon! (1) | (4)

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Seventeen with an s/o that writes/produces songs? The s/o could be like a very famous one! for example: when fans see their name is in the credits of a song (kpop or even western music, cus why not be a global phenomenon 🤷🏽‍♀️) they already know it’s gonna be so good since they have a history of making amazing music, iykiwm?

THANK YOU SO MUCH! Also I love your work, you’re so talented and you always put stuff out so quickly but to the highest quality it’s quite mind blowing. ilysm!! 💗

🎶Who; Seventeen (individually) x reader, with a focus on Jihoon at the end 🎶What; headcanon, idol/producer au 🎶Wordcount; 570-ish 🎶Warnings; none, I don't think

-2024 Masterlist-

A/N - I'm not sure how to do individual reactions for this because I'm pretty sure they'd all be pretty similar so I don't want to be repetitive, so I'll write a general thought and any extra bits for those who may have an individual line of thought. Sorry it's taken a little while to write too, I really couldn't figure out how to write this so I hope this is okay. Thank you for the suggestion and I hope you like it

Also omg you're so sweet omg, that's genuinely one of the nicest comments I've ever had about my writing! Being told my writing is high quality feels insane in the best of ways! Thank you for saying that! I really appreciate it 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

He will love it if you're in the same industry as him, especially if you're well known because you'll know exactly what it's like to be him; the busy schedules and little privacy with people always trying to have a view into your personal lives. So you'll be able to bond over that from day one.

The biggest hype man for his partner; they won't all cheer the loudest at award shows because obviously, some of them are much too introverted for that but they will all shower you with praise for every award you win. But even if he doesn't cheer the loudest, he will all do his utmost to share every single new release you've worked on, sometimes his social media accounts will seem more like a fan accounts for you but it's very sweet and cute so the fans don't really mind.

Of course, it's not all fun times. What with how busy you both are, it's genuinely really hard to find time to be together so unless you move in together, you probably might not even see each other on a weekly basis. Though even if you live together, your conflicting schedules will probably make it hard to be awake at the same time so most of your quality time together is spent asleep.

So long as you both try to make space for each other in your hectic schedules and try and have a phone/video call every single day and send update/random messages to one another throughout the day when possible, you'll be fine.

Now, of course, I have to do a special shout-out to Jihoon, producer-songwriter extraordinaire. If anyone will understand how much he works, it's you. But the funniest thing is, he's actually the one I think will be able to handle all this the easiest.

Because I have this very vivid of Jihoon in his studio working away with his headphones on and his phone propped up in the matching stands you have in your own studios, your face on his screen showing you doing the exact same thing in your own studio. You can't hear each other and honestly, the calls are muted at both ends so even if it wasn't for your headphones, you wouldn't be able to hear one another, but just being able to glance down and see the other diligently working on the next chart-topper gives you both the energy to keep going. Every now and then, one of you will remove your headphones so the other will notice the movement and look at the screen to copy & unmute the call to hear whatever the other has to say. It's often asking the other's opinion on the track being worked on. Or one of you saying you need to go so the call needs to end. Though sometimes, Jihoon will subtly free one of his ears from his noise-cancelling headphones and unmute the call just so he can hear the tapping of you working away mixed with the random pieces of speech when you mumble to yourself as you work. You may not be paying him any attention at this point and he times it purposely so you never know he does it, but it fills his chest with happy warmth, and then he'll remute the call, fix his headphones and get back to work with a content little smile on his face.

[yellowcherryblossoms]

I get everything I want cus I attract it ---

I'm going to write something up, if you need motivation and want to know how manifesting is so easy and simple--- keep reading:

I want you guys to know, manifestation is easy. The things i have not have had resistance on, I have gotten in a heart beat. I get what I want because I know I deserve it. I believe in God so my power comes from Allah and Allah alone. There is no God but Him. Anyways, now that we have that clear---I assume everything is working out for me and it is always working out for me. Everything I have prayed for has come true with Allah's mercy and it is not a coincidence.

Currently manifesting my SP, my circumstances don't matter and I know exactly where I'm going wrong and I need to figure out my self concept because he's lowkey still on the pedestal and that needs to come off. I have no doubt he will be mine. I can feel him being mine.

Wish fulfilled --- The wish fulfilled does not mean you wake up and pretend you have the thing you want --- yes, that can work for many people, but if you have a logical brain (i know i know manifestation is NOT logical) like me, then you can't pretend to have something when you don't and it only frustrates you further. The wish fulfilled is knowing it is yours. You don't know how, you don't know when, you don't know where it will come---you just KNOW it is yours and the 3d is none of your business.

Don't get me wrong, if you go to sleep and pretend SP is sleeping with you that can amplify your manifestation by 100000% but, everyone works differently and just because that does not work for you does not mean that you are bad at manifesting.

Techniques are tools, they are all here to help you get in the state-- the mindset that it is YOURS. That is the wish fulfilled.

Now, does this mean you will have bad days? Does this mean you will doubt? Does this mean you will want to quit cus it feels 'stupid' ---YES. to all of this. This is where you have to pull out those techniques and remember --- PERSIST PERSIST AND PERSIST.

Please remember, your inner conversations matter so if you have not let go of the old story, you might want to do that..... ASAP. Heal, meditate, regulate your nervous system and remember... happy manifesting :)

[orb1tz]

Summary:

[Not plot accurate at all!]

A house party, that's all it takes for him to finally realise you've been avoiding him. That's all it takes for him to go on a manhunt halfway across Los Santos, demanding answers, and once this crazy bastard sets his sights on somethin' he doesn't let go.

Warnings:

Trevor Phillips is his own, Threatening behaviour, swearing, the usual GTA V things. F READER

MORE BELOW !!

It didn't take much to know that crazy fucker was downstairs. The smell of booze that'd reached the De Santa's upstairs lavatory would've never gotten there on it's own, nor would the increased cursing and swearing from below.

Sighing, you stood up, pulling up your pants as you washed your hands and did the standard hygiene, stepping out of the fancy bathroom to grab the can of booze you'd left at the door. Taking a sip, you leaned on the banister as you contemplated your decisions.

A: Go downstairs and be ignored the whole night, save for Mike - the good option.

B: Go downstairs and just leave - the even better option

Or C: Go downstairs and enjoy the party your friend so graciously hosted, only to be crashed by your ex fuck buddy? Best friend? Partner in crime? who'd probably never leave you alone, ever, once he caught sight of you. - HORRIFIC.

Sighing, you knew that option C was the only good one realistically. See, back in the days before everyone was supposedly 'dead', Trevor and you had sort of a fling-thing. Nothing ever became much of it though. You two were simply best friends who ate each others ass every once in a while. Did you eat each others asses? You can't remember, but probably. Then, during Yankton, Micheal forced you to come into that plea deal. That stupid deal. "I need someone, you need someone, he'll be fine." "He's just a violent lunatic!" All the words Micheal said, all the words he'd pleaded and begged, and yet you still refused, until he simply wore you down. But what he didn't tell you was the part where Dave Norton told you he was dead, and he got told that you and Micheal were dead.

And that's how you all ended up in his kitchen those many months ago, meeting again. But it was different. He was different, and so were you. You didn't know what it was. You couldn't talk to him, couldn't look him in the eye, nothing. And he never noticed, the man that you once called a best friend, never took a minute to realise his best friend was practically terrified to admit he was real.

Which is why you were now hovering in the kitchen corner, on your phone as you listened to the chatter of people around you, praying to whatever God was out there that he'd never spot you. But boy did he. And that shit eating grin he had was enough to kill a bird. Or several.

"Heyy~ my l-il outhouse!" He hiccuped, leaning sluggishly on the island. "Get it? Cus' you got diarrhoea that o-ne time!" He wheezed as he waved a little, where he stood. "One time." You corrected, holding the bridge of your nose. Being in his presence as of late seemed to annoy you quite a lot, and you speculated it played hand in hand with the fear that he was't real, that he'd never love you again, because why should he reciprocate-

"Hey! Hey! Outhouse!" He snapped, giggling whoozly. His fingers were in your face, well, to the left, but to him they were right in your face. "Where you livin'? I gotta drop you up sum-*Hic* Things i got outta Wade!" He suggested, as you placed down the empty drink. "None of your business, Trev." You snapped, coldly. You didn't mean to, and he could see you didn't either, both of your eyes wide currently.

"Fuck's up with you!?" He scoffed, leaning back defensively. "Don't remember you havin' this much of a temper. Even if you did I'd prob-*hic*-ly fucked it out'ya?" He slurred, and you could practically feel his short tension fuse going haywire. Sighing, you knew it would be better for everyone to leave. Grabbing your coat, you called out; "I'm going home before you wreck some shit. There's a few good reasons I barely talk to you anymore. Maybe think about it!" You coughed lowly as you walked past, you weren't dealing with tonight, nevermind dealing with a drunk him, and he just froze. He wasn't used to you being hostile, hell even when you were in a shootout you were laughing, the fuck is up with you now? He didn't even register the fact you said you weren't talking to him, as he scowled.

Stumbling over a few chairs, he eventually found Micheal out by the pool, with Franklin. "Hey kid, hop!" He snapped, motioning for Franklin to Fuck Off, with capital letters. "Hey man, chill? I was jus' leavin'!" Franklin scoffed, with an angry glare as he thanked Micheal once again for the night.

"What, T?" Micheal sighed, as he also held his nose, a trait Trevor was beginning to associate with you being pissed at him, and he did not like it one eensy, weency bit. "What the fuck have you said to her?" He said, bluntness enough to cut steel, ironically. "The fuck you talking about!?" Micheal glared back, Trevors hostileness was nothing new for him, but he knew he had to get him back inside to an enviornment where he knew there would be witness'es if he were to be murdered.

"You know damn well. She just completely avoided me, left in like t-wo seconds m-ikey! Two! You could've finished in that time!" He announced, holding up two fingers as he followed Micheal along his home, whom was cleaning up stray cans and bottles. There were a few people left, so he decided to clean up now, rather than later.

"She'd never ignore me on purpose- ever! She loves me! I know *hic* it! And the only reason I can guess of, is you spouting little lying shit about m-e!"

"T, are you fuckin' serious right now?" Micheal stopped, turning. "Yes i am, cus' if she thinks she can run off and me and i don't get to know why she's got another thing coming. Is it her period? Like literally what Mikey!? Cus it aint menopause!?" He drawled, bouncing around the place in annoyance, all while pointing a finger at him angrily.

Micheal simply sighed as he glared at Trevor. "She's been ignoring you ever since you fucking showed up here unnanounced, you stupid bastard! You're seriously only noticing now?" Micheal scoffed, standing up straight. He'd also had a lot to drink, and him interrupting Franklin was a breaking point.

"If you'd stop fuckin' around, stop drinking and smoking all that shit, you'd notice that she's practically running from you everytime you show up!" He snapped at him. "T, you're a fuckin' wreck lately. Like, even more insane than normal! You think she'd wanna stick around a fucker like you? You'd wanna get your shit together, because you scaring her off is ruining every upcoming job!" He growled, sizing up the man. And those words stung, enough to the point Trevor sobered up enough to feel enough emotion to take down his best friend.

"The fuck, did you just say?" He murmured lowly, breathing low and calculated as he stepped toward Micheal, not a good sign.

Being at home, on your couch late at night with multiple tubs of ice cream was nothing new to you. Never was, for there was a 24/7 near your apartment, and it had a bomb ass ice cream drawer. Cross legged, watching the newest fame or shame season, you almost missed the knock at the door. Sighing, you stood up. There was an old lady whom had moved into the complex a few weeks ago, and she'd lost her cat almost nightly.

"No, Mrs. Gondrick, i havent seen your- Trevor?" You raised a brow, seeing him leaning against the door, covered in bruises, blood, blisters and so on so forth. "What the fuck happened to you?" You managed out, though should you be surprised? "Move over, sweetheart, I'll be the one holding this interview." He growled, shoving you into the hallway, kicking the door closed as he leaned down to your height.

"Now, tell me. Why the fuck are you avoiding me?" His tone was venomous, careful. "I'm not ignoring you Trev-" You tried to explain, but he cut you off, holding an arm up. "Ab, ab, ab, ab! No! Don't lie to me! I fucking hate lying!" He yelled, though for him, it was almost speaking tone.

"See this!?" He pointed at his black eye. "Got it offa Mikey, fucker refused to tell me where you were hiding from me, but that's another story, so again, why are you avoiding me!?" He angrily paced, arms raving madly.

You didn't know what to say, well, you did. You just, couldn't. Until you realised fuck it. He was too drunk to remember any of this by tommorow anyway.

"Because you're still dead to me, well you're not- but you are- for fucks sake Trevor, you can't just show up out of the blue and expect me to be like oh howdy, my dead ex? My dead friend? I don't even know what we were or are, but right now i want you out!" You spoke back, unafraid. "You wanna know what we were?" He laughed. "Everything, you- you were my fuckin' everything! I couldn't rant to Brad about Micheal could I? I couldn't call him in for help when i shit myself one too many times!?" He yelled, kicking the shoes on the floor, it was clear he was still drunk as he missed two out of three times, falling against the wall.

"Well, it didn't feel like it." You lowly shot back, glaring at him. It was then he turned to face you off of the wall, slowly. "You really doubt me, huh? You really fuckin' think i'm that bad?" He sneered. You couldn't even register how fast he'd moved, kicking the couch as he ripped off his shirt, facing you. "Now, this, this is for Mikey." He growled, shoving his arm toward you, the big cross, marked with Micheals name, Rest in Piece, and the likes. It was beautiful, especially in comparison to his other tats.

"Oh you like that don't you?" He scoffed, before spinning around. Micheal, yes got his arm, but you, you adorned his back. All the way to the bottom of his waist from the top of his neck, a beautiful flower, your name, paired with your favourite weapon of choice on heists, birthday...it had everything it needed to have. Everything he'd associated with you, ever, it was there. Even the little outhouse hidden in the center of the flower, and you knew he never kept notes about anything anywhere, which meant everything here is committed to memory.

"I..Trevor." Was all you could say, your eyes glued to it as he snapped his shirt back on. "Yeah, yeah! See! So don't never say I didn't give a shit when i gave fourty seven!" He slurred, pointing at you. You couldn't say anything, years of anger, years of feeling like a traitor, all brewing inside of you. Taking a step forward, a brave step, you practically ran at him while he kept ranting and rambling, only shutting up when you'd kissed him.

Staring at you, while you kissed, eyes wide open, it took him a few moments before he slowly grabbed the back of your head, angrily kissing you back, he even dared push you on the wall as his lips got more and more aggressive.

"Starting to regret crying to Mikey over you now." He slurred as he hoisted you against the wall, legs wrapping around him. Letting out a gasp as he lifted you, all you could manage was a 'what?'. "Mikey..fucking beat the shit out of eachother-" He spoke, through bites and licks of your neck. "And then ended up crying over you..you whiny bitch." He growled, biting hard to get a reaction, God he loved your sounds.

"Trev?" You weakly asked, scared almost, as he stopped, looking up at you after a moment. "What-?" He gasped, as his jaw relaxed. "I don't want this to be like before." You slacked, looking away. "I mean like...I don't want it to be a one time thing.." you whispered as you felt his arm muscles twitch, those arms that'd be wrapped in a headlock around you before you knew it while he pounded-

"It won't." Was all he said, blunt. "Yo-what?" You said, not expecting a blunt answer, hell, it was Trevor here, everything would've been vulgar. "It won't." He repeated as I began to attempt to undo your shirt with a hand. "No you don't get it- ah fuck sake- I love you-!" I finally rambled out, tired of waiting for him as he froze.

"I know."

"What?"

"I know."

You stared at him. Was he for fucking real? "What do you mean you know?" You raised a brow. "I said I fucking know. You wouldn't have fucked me otherwise. I love you too stupid, its how i noticed that." He grumbled out, as he nibbled on the top of your breast.

He was trying to avoid saying it, it wasn't something he said lightly. Maybe he'd joke about it, but if he was serious, he'd never say it to someone he didn't trust. "Really?" Was all you could get out. "Yes. Now shut up and let me fuck you, I've fuck'n missed you." He stated, kissing you fiercely once again.

You guessed the conversation could wait till he was sobered up from regular drink, and coming down from a pussy high.

IM SORRY IF THIS IS REALLY BAD IT WAS A DRAFT, NOT PROOFREAD AND WRITTEN ON BOTH MOBILE AND LAPTOP, I JUST WANTED TO PUBLISH IT AND GET IT OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE I FORGOT!!

[olivianyx]

Hi, so I know this might Sound weird from a reality shifter, but what exactly is respawning?

I saw a succes Story you told about a Coach of yours who respawned, ans it's not the first time I heard about it, but I don't really understand it, can you please explain????

Thanks a lot💕

RESPAWNING

TW: mentions of de@th, suicide, abuse and others. If you're an anti, or feel uncomfortable reading this, please feel free to not read this. If you don't like this topic, respectfully fuck off. Haters just keep scrolling this topic ain't for y'all.

Hey! Sorry for the late response.

It's completely okay to not know something, and I don't mind it sweetheart 💓

So, julie, she was my coach, she respawned in October 2023.

Respawning means to completely cut ties with this reality by either having an intention of not coming back (since in shifting community, most of them come back to their 'original reality' where actually no reality is your original reality) or by a clinical de@th and replace their consciousness with another one, or choosing to end their life in that reality and erase their remnants and memories and go to their desired reality to start a whole new life. The reason why can vary. Cus some people may had an abusive childhood or traumatizing one. It's their choice. So anybody that's judging it too quick just go fuck yourself with sticks. It's okay to go for a whole new reality if you don't like this one. We don't gotta rot in hell.

Well, it's got a really bad reputation in the shifting community since those mf shiftokers spread rumours that it's suicide, well in fact, it's none of the haters business.

RESPAWNING VS PERMASHIFTING

Ig you've heard permashifting too, the same as respawning but you have an option to come back to the previous reality. Meanwhile, in respawning, there isn't. But actually, you can come back to another reality where the version of you haven't reapawned.

SOME RANT (pardon since I'm outta my mind this time)

Well, I needed to address something to those goddamn haters in my asks and those in the community too. People have something to complain about all the fucking time, like bitch how bout minding your fucking business?? Am I or someone else hating on you for breathing and being alive? No right? Then fuck off, nobody needs your fucking opinion. Just fuck off of its hurting your feelings or violating your rights as an individual blah blah blah. Idfc just get your asses off of these precious communities.

I hope this helps :)

[joemama-2]

mr ito does NAWT know when to BACK THE FUCK OFFFFFF goddd i hate him 😭 im glad gojo put him in his place a little bit but damn i cant believe he keeps trying to assert himself in her space? as if he has any right to be in her business, acting like he is a factor in her family as her man or some shit its creepy as FUCK.

im also surprised she did not keel over during the day as her anxiety is sky rocketing like damn shes crazy strong i would not be able to go on as she did. but when satoru said she had no right to be angry... come on now what kind of bs???? her life got entirely turned UPSIDE DOWN within a goddamn WEEK!!! and everything she was afraid of has happened!!! everything she tried to protect koji from is suddenly a reality she has to deal with!!! she has every right to be angry wtf!!! i hate how everyone is making HER out to be the villain it makes me lividddd 😤😤😤😤 and everyone acting like she is not allowed to feel ANYTHING about it and is just supposed to shut up and take it??? i hope she bites everyones heads off for real and that harami girl or whoever too i KNOW she is about to attack her for No Goddamn Reason 😤😤😤😤😤 she tried to stay out of yalls life bitch she did not choose this ffs 😫 even satoru acting like none of her reasons for keeping koji out of his life were valid, when clearly THEY WERE!!!! AS FUCKING EVIDENCED!!!! IT TOOK A WEEEEEEK BITCH!!! A WEEK 😫😫😫😫😫

also what place are they staying at??? the same one the picture got taken in?? if i was gojo i would be moving out of there fr 😭 how did mei mei even manage to take a picture of them in that skyscraper... im thinking like someone posted up in the skyscraper across the street or there was some drone action, either way creepy af like that place is compromised gurl get out of therrrre 😫

i am ANXIOUS AS FUCK!!! READER BETTER HAVE SOMEONE IN HER CORNER SOON CUS I CANT TAKE IT ANYMOOOORE EVERYONE IS AGAINST HER 😭😭😭😭😭 (wink wink...satoru step the fuck UP) but fr it feels like the whole world is out to get her, why is everyone making her out to be such a bad person i really dont see it and it makes me want to fight everyone like a rabid dog 😭😭😤😤

hello! to answer the questions before i get into an analytical standpoint

1) gojo and reader and koji are staying at his penthouse (he’s stupid, yeah) BUT he has only put up large curtains the day he found out about the leak (even more stupid, and i was gonna write that in but eh LOL) he would have stayed at one of his other places, but considering the penthouse is closest to the office and his family/friends know where he is at, he’s decided this would be the temporary fix. also, keep in mind the public doesn’t know where his penthouse is, they just have the interior photo

2) gojo lives in a very metropolitan, rich, and just overall very nice area where the other buildings around his are equally as big. so meimei—i mean SOMEONE (lol) could’ve easily been hiding out from a distance buildings over on the rooftop (the drone tho? girl u hacking into my docs??)

3) mr. itos trying it but trust he’ll get his well deserved punishment

as for my analytical response:

gojo says things he shouldn’t and doesn’t mean, same for reader. it wasn’t his place to tell her not to be angry, but i think he also acknowledges that fact only after he said it. i think right now, it’s at the peak of all the shit happening to her so it’s very frustrating. but also remember, a lot of this is told in y/ns pov. public eye doesn’t know shit, so they’re bashing gojo but equally bashing y/n. and the fact that it took a week?? that’s what makes y/n even more mad cuz she was RIGHT. mothers know best.

and finally, she’ll have someone in her corner tho, don’t worry 😉😉