#he HAS to be something out of the ordinary

[cherryblessing]

📎— TO LOVE.

SATORU & SUGURU × GN!reader

—GOJO SATORU

``to be loved by you feels like stepping out after the rain, the air hushed, the sky a tender gray. your eyes, like trembling leaves, catch the droplets of a passing storm, each one a mirror— tiny worlds where i see myself reflected, always cradled in your everything.``

To be loved by Gojo Satoru feels like curling up on the couch after a long day, your head resting against his chest as the soft glow of the TV flickers across the room. The movie playing is something ridiculous—so bad it’s good—but neither of you is paying much attention.

Satoru’s laugh fills the space, bright and carefree, as he makes snarky comments about the plot, his voice dipping into exaggerated tones to mimic the absurd dialogue.

You can feel the vibration of his laughter against your cheek, a quiet reminder of just how alive he is. His arm is draped around your shoulders, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your skin, and for once, there’s no urgency, no chaos, just the gentle rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body against yours.

Every so often, Satoru turns his head to look at you—not with the sharp, calculating gaze the world knows him for, but something softer, almost boyish. There’s something grounding in the way he watches you, as if you’re the only thing that matters in this moment, the only thing he wants to see.

When he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head, it’s as casual as it is tender. “You’re not even watching,” Satoru teases, his voice low and warm.

“I am,” you lie, but it doesn’t matter, because neither is he.

His arm tightens around you, pulling you closer until you can hear the steady beat of his heart. It’s a sound that feels safe, refreshing, like stepping outside after a storm and breathing in the crisp, clean air. The rest of the world falls away, leaving just the two of you in this tiny bubble of peace and silliness.

And somehow, in that simplicity, there’s everything. The way Satoru holds you, so effortlessly, makes you feel cradled in something bigger than yourself—like even in his most unguarded moments, he’s giving you a piece of infinity. His love isn’t loud or overwhelming right now; it’s in the quiet gestures, the way he doesn’t move even though his arm is probably falling asleep, the way his thumb brushes against your shoulder without him even realizing it.

To be loved by Gojo Satoru is to find that even in the most ordinary moments, he has a way of making you feel extraordinary. It’s the safety of his warmth, the way he makes you laugh, the way he looks at you like you’re the best part of his life. It’s messy, imperfect, and utterly human. And as he starts pointing out yet another ridiculous plot hole in the movie, you can’t help but smile, because being here with him feels like home.

—GETO SUGURU

``to be loved by you feels like moonlight spilling through fractured walls, its silver touch stitching shadows with light. in the stillness of midnight, your voice carries like the first bird's song, gentle but insistent— a herald of dawn, softening the horizon. the sun breaks, and i see you there, shining just as fierce, just as constant.``

To be loved by you feels like sitting under the shade of a tree after a day that’s drained all the strength from Geto Suguru’s body. The morning’s training still lingers in his every muscle, a dull ache that he would normally ignore, but today he doesn’t have to. Not with you here. The warmth of your presence takes the edge off, softening the harshness of the day in a way nothing else can.

Suguru watches as you pull out the lunch you’ve prepared for him, your hands moving with the quiet confidence he’s come to admire. The dappled sunlight filters through the leaves above, flickering across your face, and for a moment, he forgets the ache in his shoulders or the heaviness in his chest. You hand him a neatly packed box, and he takes it, your fingers brushing for the briefest moment.

The first bite is simple but satisfying, a kind of care he hasn’t allowed himself to believe he deserves.

“This is good,” Suguru murmurs, his voice quieter than he intended. There’s a fleeting vulnerability in the way he says it, his words tinged with the unspoken realization that someone took the time to do this for him.

“Really good.”

You laugh softly, and it makes him pause. The sound is gentle, cutting through the quiet like a thread of moonlight slipping through fractured walls. It doesn’t demand attention—it simply exists, constant and steady, much like you. It’s in moments like these that Suguru wonders if you realize the weight you lift from him just by being here.

“You always forget to eat properly after training,” you tease lightly, and the corner of Suguru’s mouth lifts in a rare, unguarded smile. “So I figured I’d help you out.”

“Help me out, huh?” Suguru repeats, his tone laced with faint amusement, but his gaze is soft as it rests on you. There’s a kind of peace in your presence that Suguru hasn’t found anywhere else—a quiet understanding that feels like stepping into the stillness of midnight and hearing the first bird’s song, a herald of something brighter.

As he leans back against the tree, Suguru finds himself watching you more than eating. The way your eyes light up as you talk about something small, the way the sunlight catches in your hair, the way you look at him—not with pity, but with something fierce and unshakable. You remind him of the sun breaking over the horizon, shining just as constant, just as fierce, and he doesn’t know if he’s ready for it. But he knows he doesn’t want it to stop.

“Thank you,” Suguru says, his voice quiet but certain. The words feel heavier than they should, carrying more than just gratitude for the meal. Maybe he’s thanking you for more—for the way you soften the edges of his life, for the way you make him feel like he’s allowed to have moments like this.

To be loved by you, Suguru realizes, is to be held in a light that doesn’t waver, even when everything else feels broken. It’s constant, unrelenting, and impossibly kind. And for the first time in what feels like forever, Suguru allows himself to lean into it.

all writing, including poems are my own.

©cherryblessing.2024

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A Premium Shower with Vil Schonheint

Another One from the intrusive thoughts series. Deal with it.

For Vil Schoenheit, sharing a premium shower with you at least once a month is more than just a habit — it’s a ritual, sacred and unwavering. He follows this tradition religiously, treating it as a cornerstone of your relationship. To him, it’s the perfect moment to unwind by your side, to wash away the stress of life, and to reconnect with you on a deeply intimate level.

Vil won’t deny it: it’s therapeutic. There’s something about those moments that feels almost magical — the soft scent of your shampoo, the smooth texture of your skin against his, the warm glow of candlelight reflecting off the water. For someone who cherishes every little detail, this kind of closeness is pure gold. It’s also an opportunity for him to slow down and talk to you, undisturbed by the chaos of daily life.

And let’s face it — dating a man who’s a renowned actor, model, singer, and part-time influencer means that finding time together isn’t easy. Vil’s schedule is constantly packed with filming, runway shows, photoshoots, and rehearsals. The physical distance is an unfortunate reality of your relationship, which is exactly why he treasures these intimate moments so much.

But don’t mistake this for an ordinary shower. It’s anything but. Your premium shower is a full-fledged event, complete with a step-by-step process that Vil orchestrates with precision. He transforms the bathroom into a luxurious spa: the water temperature is always perfect, the bath is infused with rich bath salts for silky-soft skin, and fragrant candles are strategically placed to create an atmosphere that’s nothing short of enchanting. Yes, the shower is taken in the dark, but the candlelight adds a warm, serene glow, making the space feel like a scene straight out of a luxury product commercial.

Of course, Vil has an entire collection of high-end products reserved solely for these occasions. Only the best brands with top-tier ingredients make the cut. You’ve both turned this into a shared passion, constantly messaging each other about new finds, exchanging reviews of shampoos, hair masks, and body washes. Vil often indulges in impulse purchases during his travels, buying products just so he can test them with you. Your bathroom cabinet is overflowing with these treasures, but neither of you can resist adding more — because life is better with options, isn’t it?

When the time finally comes, Vil begins by meticulously washing your hair. He’s methodical: first, a pre-shampoo treatment, followed by a scalp massage to stimulate hair growth, then a rich hydrating mask, and finally, a conditioner to seal in all the goodness. His touch is so careful and deliberate that it feels like you’ve stepped into a five-star salon. And, of course, Vil expects you to return the favor. Not that he ever says so outright — he simply rests his head in your lap and waits, trusting you’ll match his effort.

One of his favorite parts? Watching you melt under his touch as he massages your scalp. The way your shoulders relax and your eyes flutter closed gives him a quiet sense of satisfaction. Moments like these remind him why these rituals are so special.

But nothing compares to the moment he pulls you into his arms under the warm water. The tranquil stillness, broken only by the sound of your breathing, feels like a sanctuary. Vil closes his eyes, wishing — just for a second — that time would stop, allowing him to stay in this peaceful bubble with you forever.

While the products work their magic on your hair, Vil takes the opportunity to share stories about his latest projects. He talks about photo shoots, rehearsals, and behind-the-scenes tidbits from his films. Naturally, he also seizes the chance to educate you about the products you're using. He’s a walking encyclopedia of beauty knowledge, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

After the bath, the ritual isn’t over — far from it. Next comes the exfoliation. Vil carefully applies a gentle scrub, working it into your skin with slow, deliberate strokes. He doesn’t miss a spot: arms, legs, back — every inch of you is treated with the same meticulous attention. When it’s his turn, you do your best to match his expertise, but he always smiles knowingly and offers gentle corrections.

And then comes the highlight: the oil massage. Vil’s hands work wonders, gliding across your skin with practiced ease. His touch is so soothing that you’ve fallen asleep more than once. He doesn’t mind — in fact, he finds it endearing to see you so completely at ease.

Finally, there’s the last step: skincare. Wrapped in matching velvet robes, Vil leads you to the bathroom sink for a complete routine. From the cleansing foam to the serums and hydrating masks, every step is executed with the precision of someone who takes beauty very seriously. You do your best to follow along, but it’s hard not to get distracted by the passion in his voice as he explains the purpose of each product.

By the end of it all, both of you feel utterly renewed. Your skin glows, your body feels light, and your mind is at peace. Vil lies beside you with a contented smile, already looking forward to the next premium shower. And you? Well, you can hardly wait either.

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What do you think? I refined the descriptions to better capture the emotions and details of the scene while maintaining a cohesive, natural flow.

[jeongsoo-jin]

Pairing: Idol Song Mingi x afab reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is called baby and love, oral (female receiving), hickeys, a bit of whiney Mingi if you squint, a bit of overstimulation

Requested: by @18autumngirl for their friend's birthday, their birthday's the 30th if I remember correctly, so this is coming out a little early, so happy early birthday to them!

Your best friend Mingi has been on tour with his band, but never missed a day of calling you to listen to you rant about your day, but as you look at the clock in your living room, you realize its getting late, and he is yet to call. You sigh, and get up to start on dinner, putting music on, of course it's his, it always is. As you're listening to the music and stirring the contents of the pan, you start realizing just how much you miss him, so you decide to grab your phone and text him, asking if everything's alright, telling him that you're worried since he hadn't called or texted all day. You sit your phone back down on the counter, sighing again, but continuing to cook your meal. The music is to loud for you to hear a key being put in the door of your apartment, but you feel the cool breeze from the hallway make it's way inside, and you turn around, slightly alarmed. When you realize that it's your best friend standing in the doorway, you can't help but run to him, excitedly.

“Why didn't you tell me you were coming?” you say, tightening your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

“I wanted to surprise you for your birthday”

“well it's one hell of a surprise, I fucking missed you”

“i missed you too” he says, placing his hands around your waist to lift you and spin slightly, before setting you back down. He breaks from the hug, and gives you a soft smile

“What’s for dinner? It smells amazing” you laugh at him, before making you both plates and sitting down on the couch. You end up watching a movie you both have seen at least a hundred times, and as it progresses, you end up cuddling next to each other, which isn't out of the ordinary for the two of you. What is out of the ordinary, however, is Mingi’s hold on your waist as you lay your head on his chest. Almost like he couldn't stand to let you go in the moment. You make no move to loosen his hold on you, and just continue staring at the television, although you’re not so focused on what's going on in the movie anymore.

The movie ends, but this time it felt like the same film you watch all the time had doubled in length, and still neither of you have made any move to get up, and are both sitting, looking at the screen absentmindedly as the credits play. Only after the screen fades to black, do you finally decide to get up, to take the dishes from the long forgotten meal to the sink. Mingi trails not far behind you, neither of you saying a word, and both of you feel the tension setting in the air as you begin to wash the dishes. After you're done, you turn to look for a towel to dry your hands off with, but Mingi stops you, standing very close in front of you, with you looking up at him with confusion on your face.

“God, I fucking missed you” he says as he cups your cheeks in his hands, kissing you. Your eyes widen in shock, before closing as you kissed him back. He backs you into the counter slowly, and you let out a slight yelp from your back touching the wet counter from where you were washing the dishes. He pulls away, and looking at you with an expression of worry, almost a nonverbal way to ask if he had done something wrong. You walk back towards him, and attach your lips back to his, before walking away towards your bedroom. He takes the hint, and follows close behind, shutting your bedroom door behind you both, and pulling you back towards him, kissing you again, before walking you backwards to your bed. Your calves hit the bed, and you fall back, with him landing on top of you, never breaking the kiss. Both of your hands start to silently wander on the other person's body's, finally seeing each other in a different light.

He goes to take your shirt off, but not before looking at you with the same expression from earlier, but this time with a bit of excitement on his face, silently asking if you want him to continue. You smile up at him, nodding slightly before he pulled your shirt above your head. He begins palming your naked breasts as he kisses your neck. He slowly trails his mouth lower, stopping just above your panty line, before taking his own shirt off. He plants a final kiss on the center of your underwear before sliding them off, and gliding his fingers through your folds. You sit up on your elbows to watch him as he begins licking at your cunt. He puts two fingers into you, slowly sliding them in and out to stretch you, but as he looked up at you in time to see your eyes rolling back, he sped up his pace. You reach out to grab his head, pulling him back down to your clit, and when he starts eating you out messily, your elbows give out from under you. He reaches with his hand that's not preoccupied, and holds your hand, rubbing soft circles into the heel of your palm slowly, which is very different from the now brutally fast pace he’s set with his other hand, curling his fingers into the spongy part of your walls. You throw your head back, moaning quite loudly, feeling your orgasm build.

“There you go, baby, come for me” he says, face still between your thighs, and the vibration from his voice sends you over the edge of climax, as you cum on his face. He doesn't stop, but does slow down quite a bit to let you ride out your orgasm. When you pull him away, the overstimulation getting to you, he smiles at you lovingly before glancing to the side of the bed.

“what are you doing?” you ask, following his eyes to the digital clock on your nightstand. You watch the time change to midnight with him, before he turns back to you.

“Happy birthday! Want your present now?” He asks, with a smirk on his face, before standing, and ridding himself of his pants and underwear. He climbs back on the bed, adjusting your legs to straddle his hips as he lines himself up with your hole. He kisses you again as he slides himself in fully, as you whine from his length. You feel so full of him as he begins thrusting into you softly. Though it doesn't stay that way for long. He starts fucking you rougher, as he hiked your leg higher on his torso, and begins kissing your neck harder than before. If he didn't leave marks earlier, there will definitely be some now, but you're not thinking much about that, honestly you're not thinking much at all, all too focused on Mingi's movements. He holds your hand again, while his other hand pushes lightly on your stomach to apply pressure on your g-spot from the outside. It doesn't take too long from all of the stimulation for you to cum again.

“Flip over baby” he says, helping to guide you on your hands and knees. He slides back in, fucking into you slow and deep. He grabs your shoulders to pull you back to him, so your back is against his chest. He moves one of his hands to wrap around your midsection tightly, while the other one goes to your clit, rubbing in circles.

“I love you so much” he says, as his thrusts grow more sporadic, nearing his climax. “Come with me baby, please” his voice having a slight whining tone to it.

He rubs your clit faster, and you feel the knot in your stomach thicken, and your moans grow louder. You feel Mingi start to twitch inside you, and you tell him you're close to coming. He bites on your shoulder lightly to muffle his moans as he cums inside you, with you following close behind. You guys stay like that for a second, with you in his arms, basking in the in each other's warmth, before he pulls out, and helps you to lay down, your legs growing stiff from putting your weight on them. He lays beside you, and you rest your head on his chest, before speaking

“i love you too, Mingi” you look up at him and smile, curling into him more.

“happy birthday, love” he says, grabbing your hand that's on his chest, and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. You end up falling asleep like that, and Mingi lays there, admiring you for a little while, before drifting off to sleep himself.

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty-One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Chapter Twenty-Four | Chapter Twenty-Five | Chapter Twenty-Six | Chapter Twenty-Seven

Content Warnings: Adult content, mostly accurate depictions of being an onlyfans creator ( hi, I am one), reader is fem, uses a wheelchair, and has cerebral palsy. Taglist: @alohastitch0626, @jspidey5, @laceandsuch, @kneelforloki

The day begins as it often does for the three of them. James sits at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his OnlyFans messages with one hand while he nurses a steaming cup of coffee with the other. Sirius is sprawled out on the couch, still half-asleep, the faint hum of the television lulling him back towards dreams. And Remus, ever the early riser, has been awake for hours, hunched over his laptop at the dining table, editing their latest video.

Then, a new notification pops up on James's screen: a message from you. And in that moment, the ordinary morning transforms into something far more electric.

"Hey, she messaged," James announces, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. There's an unmistakable edge of excitement to his voice, a giddiness that betrays just how much this means to him. He's always like this when it comes to you—eager, hopeful, almost boyish in his enthusiasm.

Sirius straightens from where he's slouched on the sofa, an eyebrow raised in intrigue. "Video?"

"No, just text." The corners of James's mouth lift into a slow smile as he reads your words, savouring the familiarity of your tone—a casual greeting that masks the depth of your connection. "Just saying hi. Checking in."

"Just checking in?" Remus echoes from behind the screen of his laptop, a sceptical note colouring his question. He knows as well as the others do that your interactions with them often carry more weight than what meets the eye.

"Yeah, just... normal stuff. Friendly, a bit flirty." With a shrug, James opens the message thread, allowing the soft glow of the screen to illuminate his face.

You: Hey, Prongs 😊 Just checking in to see how you all are! I've been back for a few days now and wanted to properly say hi. Hope everything's good. 💖

The three men exchange glances, each trying to decipher the underlying intent behind your words. It's not unusual for you to send messages like this, but today it feels different—less formal, more personal. Whether it's the fact that you're back online after your hiatus or simply the way your words seem to be reaching out, bridging the gap between fan and creator, something shifts in the air around them.

“Well, this feels... normal,” Sirius says, leaning back on his hands with a small smile playing on his lips. “Almost like we’re just chatting with a friend.”

"Perhaps that's what she wants it to be," Remus muses, always the one to seek layers beneath the surface. "We're creators like her, and while we are fans of her content, maybe she craves conversation with those who understand."

James nods, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as he considers their reply. Keep it cool, but let a hint of flirtation linger—the balance that has become their signature.

ProngsPlayground_free: We’re good! Been busy with our own stuff, but we’ve definitely missed seeing you around. How’ve you been? 💕

He hits send, leaning back and watching as the message goes through. They all fall silent, a sense of anticipation in the air. It's not that they're expecting anything grand—just the usual banter they've come to enjoy with you—but there's an undercurrent of excitement nonetheless. Every exchange is a chance to learn something more about you.

Your reply comes sooner than expected.

You: I'm okay 😊 Not completely better yet, but getting there. Sometimes life just throws things at you, you know?

Remus leans in closer, reading the message over James's shoulder. His brow furrows slightly. "That's... more than she usually says."

Sirius squints at the screen, shadows playing across his sharp features. "Yeah, she normally keeps it light. But this—this feels like she's letting us in, even if it's just a crack."

James's fingers hover over the keyboard, the usual quick wit stilled for a moment. He's always been the one to push boundaries, to toe the line between amusement and recklessness, but even he recognises the gravity of this shift. It's one thing to flirt with danger in the guise of laughter and camaraderie; it's another to tread on the fragile ground of vulnerability. Yet there's an opportunity here, an opening for connection that goes beyond the surface.

ProngsPlayground_free: Yeah, I get that. Life can be a real bitch sometimes. But we’re glad you’re feeling better! What’s been going on? Anything we can help with, even if it’s just to listen? 😉

Sirius watches James's fingers fly over the keys, an eyebrow arched in amusement. "You're not holding back, are you?" he asks, a note of respect threading through his words.

James shrugs, the corners of his mouth pulling up into a small smile. "Why should I? It's true, isn’t it? People just want someone to talk to sometimes."

"Exactly," Remus adds, giving a nod of agreement. "We're here for more than just sharing videos. We're here for each other too."

A pause hangs in the air as they wait for your response, their eyes flickering between the screen and each other. When your message finally appears, it feels like a door creaking open, the smallest invitation to step inside your world.

You: Honestly, I’m just dealing with a lot of personal stuff. Nothing too serious, just... life things. You know how it is. It’s hard to keep up sometimes, and I needed to take a step back and breathe for a bit. But I’m getting there. Thanks for asking.

James reads your message aloud, his voice steady despite the gravity of your words. The room's ambience shifts subtly; the playful banter that usually fills the space has been replaced by something more sombre, more real, and they sit in silence for a moment, absorbing the weight of your admission. It isn't much—just a few lines of text—but it's more than you've ever let on before. They've always known there was more to you than the online persona you project, but this feels like the first tangible glimpse beyond that façade.

"Seems like she's letting us in, just a bit," Sirius murmurs, his usual bravado absent from his tone.

Remus nods, thoughtful. "Yeah. Not the whole picture, but...more than before."

James takes a deep breath, fingers hovering over the keyboard. His response needs to tread carefully, acknowledging your vulnerability without prying too far or setting expectations for disclosure. With a nod to himself, he begins to type, each word chosen with deliberate care.

ProngsPlayground_free: That sounds tough. We completely understand needing a break—sometimes life just gets too much, and you need to step back and breathe. We're glad you're taking care of yourself. If you ever want to talk about anything—or nothing in particular—we're here. No pressure. 💖

There is a pause after they send the message, the three of them exchanging glances that speak volumes. This is new territory, a shift away from light-hearted teasing and shared videos. It feels less like fan and creator now, more like...people connecting.

Your reply takes longer this time, allowing them a moment of respite. When it finally comes through, there's a warmth in your words that makes them smile despite the circumstances.

You: Thanks, Prongs. 😊 I'm not used to opening up about these things, especially with subscribers. But you three have been nothing but kind. It means more than you know. Sometimes, it does feel like I'm carrying too much and it's nice to know there are people out there who get it, even if we've never met.

The corner of Sirius's mouth twitches upwards in a half-smile as he leans back into the plush cushions of the couch, running a hand through his dark hair. "That... doesn't feel half bad."

"Right?" James agrees, his attention still on the screen, fingers poised over the keyboard. He can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, like they've managed to bridge an impossible gap. "Feels like we're getting to know her, the person behind the posts."

Remus is quieter, more reserved, but there's a subtle change in his demeanour—a lightness that suggests he's been hoping for this. "People need that sometimes," he murmurs. "Just to know someone's listening."

The corners of James's mouth twitch upward as he composes his reply, a delicate balance of camaraderie and sensitivity. His fingers dance across the keys, each word chosen to assure you that they're here for you, no distance too great, no hour too late.

ProngsPlayground_free: We're always here to listen, love. 💖 And if things get tough, you can always distract yourself with us. We've got plenty of chaos going on to keep things interesting. 😏

Sirius barks out a laugh, throwing an arm around James's shoulders. "That's putting it mildly."

Remus's lips quirk into a smile, his eyes warm behind his glasses. "He's not wrong, though. We're excellent at providing... distraction."

The response comes quicker this time, your words carrying a hint of playfulness, a spark of connection kindling in the space between.

You: That sounds perfect. Sometimes a little chaos is just what you need to get through tough times. 😉 You guys are the best.

The message sends and James leans back, feeling a sense of satisfaction that goes beyond the usual thrill of their banter. It's something deeper, more significant—a subtle shift in the dynamic. They've breached a delicate boundary today, but rather than recoil, you've leaned into the connection. You remain an enigma, yet there's a sense of texture now, layers unfolding with each exchange. It's as though they're crafting something tangible from the ether of the internet, a friendship forged in bytes and pixels.

"See?" James murmurs, the relief palpable in his voice. "She's letting us in—bit by bit. It's not just about the videos anymore."

Remus smiles, the lines around his eyes softening. "That's what makes this meaningful, isn't it? The understanding that there's depth beneath the surface."

Sirius nods, his lips tracing the ghost of a smile. "Exactly. We're earning her trust, even if it's just a fraction for now."

The three of them sit in silence, the weight of their conversation not quite settled. James is right; it's not just about the content anymore, and they all feel the shift. A connection is growing, one that stretches beyond the typical boundaries of creator and fan, and it feels right—like the next step in a dance they've only just begun.

James glances at the time, mindful of their individual schedules and the messages awaiting their attention, but he doesn't rush to break away. For now, he lingers in this moment of shared understanding, savouring the sensation of moving forward together.

"We'll take it slow," Remus suggests, his gaze moving between James and Sirius. "No need to push her."

James nods, his hand resting on the back of his neck as if to ease tension that isn't there. "Yeah. No hurry."

Their eyes meet across the table, each acknowledging the unspoken agreement. This is new territory for them, but they're ready to navigate it—to learn more about you, about the person behind the words that have captured their attention.

As the day unfolds, they return to their routines, their thoughts often drifting back to you. They wonder what else you might reveal in your messages, given time and trust. They look forward to their next interaction, eager to peel back another layer of the mystery that is you.

[abadsmile]

Well, I know I’m bit late but here again an another analysis on Makoto ! This time, it’s a short one so I’ll put here, just below, enjoy ! If some people wants to put it on the Danganronpa reddit, all they have to do is ask me, maybe I would do it myself but I don’t think so. Here’s my gift for the anniversary !

Japan Society and Makoto Naegi

Through Makoto, we could see a critic of the Japanese society. Indeed, as we know the Japanese society is very repressive against people that want to differentiate from the ordinary folks. Japan is an extreme collectivist country that put the common good above the individualism of its citizens. While it has its great advantages, it also comes with a cost which is the repression of the individual.

This repression of the individual leads to the conformity of the society where being normal or ordinary is good. Any attempts so as to try to be out of the norm are viewed as bad, inadequate and inappropriate as it’s not the good thing to do. There exist a moral superiority which is still present in Japan. To put the common good above anyone else is what is taught from the beginning of the life of the Japanese people. The education do all in order for children to conform and to take the road of normalcy.

It’s easily observable when someone quit the enterprise he worked with to work with another. Much people have difficulties to exit their company and it’s viewed in a bad light to do so because you « betrayed » the company and you aren’t loyal to your former company.

Effectively, loyalty is also a key quality in Japan. But their is also the fact that Japan had one of the highest suicide rate estimated at 24.90% per 100 000 habitants in 2009-2010 which was already high before but coupled with the arrive of its worse recession, explains us how stressfully and tough it was.

We have also the phenomena of Gyaru or Hikikomori which show a will to break that conformity and to rebel against this society that restrain its citizens’ ego.

Now that have put a relatively basic context, I can use that context for Makoto. I think, and it’s pretty obvious, that Danganronpa at least for his two first games, is a critic of the Japanese society, especially THH where much characters have problems that concern Japan society. It’s fairly observable with Makoto in the prologue. He presents himself as an ordinary person which is for the moment, a basic description that many main protagonist slice of life character describe themselves. But there is something more in Makoto’s description of himself. Throughout his presentation, he insists on how ordinary he is and how he is so unremarkable that he is more average than the average guy. Do you see where I’m going ? Makoto Naegi in the prologue, is a perfect representation of the ideal of the Japanese citizen in Japanese society! He is normal, polite and loyal but especially normal. Like said before concerning the Japan society, normalcy is viewed as a great quality which is what ironically Makoto describes himself to be. Not to a normal degree but in an extreme degree. He fits all the case. Even if he said that he is more optimistic than the other people, that optimism isn’t shown at all in the 1st chapter except for one time which serves to highlight that his optimism does exist. He is also humble.

Moreover, like said before he has accepted that normalcy, it’s who he is. The fact that he has accepted that only confirms what has been told before. While there is some truth in what he said about himself some aren’t totally true but I’ve already analyzed this so I won’t do it here. Notice that he hasn’t talked about his luck at all, which seems to be suppressed in order for his description to fit the ideal of the Japanese society.

But throughout the story, we see different characteristics of Makoto, even in Chapter 1 where many aspects of his personality is shown whether be bad or good. Those aspects deviate from what’s described initially from Makoto. His lack of rationality, his more aggressive, impulsive side, anxiety and self-depreciation but also his lack of confidence in himself which makes him have a skewed view on his action that he considers as normal but aren’t really normal or ordinary. We can suspect that he has that sort of view because of the impact of the Japan society which restrained the flourishment of his personality, his ego.

As we progress in the story, Makoto becomes more confident, and takes a major role for the cast to survive during the trials. Not only that but his optimism nature is much more present compared to the first chapter. It illustrates a contrast between what he was supposed to be and what he describes himself to be and what he is in reality in THH. He was supposed to be a normal person, the ideal of Japan society. So to be average, discreet and shy is what he should have been but it’s the contrary that was shown to us. Not only his presence becomes pivotal to the plot but his impulsiveness, intelligence, confidence, luck and optimism but also his will to honor the death of his friends, makes him extraordinary. All of what he thought that he was, was in fact not totally true. And everything comes to a grand final where he becomes the ultimate hope, a talent beyond others ultimates, a talent extraordinary. What he thought he was, was just more than the fragments of his true self.

But what was the thing that allowed him to break from his chains ? The killing game itself. Indeed it’s this killing game that enabled him to become what he becomes in Chapter 6. The killing game is what’s break society, here the Japanese society. HPA becoming a symbol of despair is not only important for the narrative but also outside of it as HPA represents the Japan society itself. Its collapse signify not only the death of society but also the death of normalcy and the end of the imprisonment of the individuality of the person and let the true desires of people exist. Secrets, money, close people, betrayal. All of these are use as a tool to show their real persona.

In a way, Makoto didn’t change or develop during the game. Quite the contrary, he was freed from society and was allowed to show his true self. Everything, he stored, all his aspects of him, become unlocked in this killing game who reveals the true nature of everyone. So narratively, we could say that he did change and become more confident but if we adopt another angle, it was more a release of what he truly was.

[digitaltaesan]

── HE’S SOMETHING

in which PARK JISUNG stumbles across his girlfriends diary, finding multiple journal entries about him.

PARING: bf!jisung x gf!reader

WORDCOUNT: 664

GENRE: established relationship, fluff fluff fluff, lovesick reader

WARNINGS: short and sweet :]

NOTE: part of my series yel express :>

today is our anniversary and i can’t help but dream about our future. i hope i’m not getting too ahead of myself.

but it just seemed perfect. a life where we graduate and move in together. of course i get the ride side of everything. he doesn’t oppose, like the gentleman he is.

before jisung i felt like i wasn’t worth of love. it was hard, watching everyone around me move forward and fall in love. but i was stuck in the same spot—stuck by myself.

when he came into my life it felt like heaven. he made me laugh, made me see the true beauty in myself.

without jisung, i don’t know where i’d be.

today i find myself reflecting on the chaos of my life—love has always been an interesting one. it sneaks up on you, sometimes when you least expect it.

i remember when i first felt what I thought was love—it was overwhelming to say the least. it was like everything in my world became brighter, but also more complicated.

love has this ability to make everything feel alive, but it also has a sharp edge. the vulnerability it brings, the fear of loss, it’s almost as if i’m willingly walking into a storm. and then there’s the joy, that sense of being seen, understood, and held by another person. it makes me believe that love is worth all the highs and lows.

but then there are feelings—those subtle, silent guides that whisper to me, shaping my decisions without me even realizing.

sometimes, it’s a soft warmth that tells me everything is okay, and other times, it’s a deep ache that makes me question everything.

i’ve learned that feelings aren’t something to be ignored. they carry messages. they tell me when i’m out of alignment with myself, or when i’m not allowing myself to feel all that I need to.

sometimes, i wish i could control them better—hold back the tears when they come or stop myself from feeling so much.

but without feelings and love, i wouldn’t have stumbled into jisung. and every time i think of the moment we first met, i never regret it.

there’s something so exhilarating about the feeling that everything’s new again. it’s like i’ve stepped into a world where every moment sparkles with possibility.

ever since he came into my life, it feels like i see the world differently. it’s as if everything, even the most ordinary things, carry a new kind of magic when he’s around.

when we’re together, even the simplest moments feel full. i never thought i’d find someone who makes life feel so alive, never thought i’d find jisung.

i used to believe i could find contentment on my own, that i didn’t need anyone to change the way i experience life. but then I met him, and suddenly everything’s better.

the way he laughs, the way his eyes light up when he talks about his dreams, the way he listens when i share mine—it all feels like a dream.

i never knew life could feel this bright. he’s brought a warmth into my life that i didn’t even know was missing. everything feels lighter, more vibrant, more hopeful when he’s by my side.

it’s strange how quickly someone can come into your world and change the way you see it. i find myself looking at the future with more excitement than i ever thought possible, simply because i can’t imagine it without him.

everything feels better with him—every smile, every conversation, every shared glance. there’s a sense of peace that comes from knowing he’s there, making everything feel right.

it’s funny, because before him, i never imagined this kind of connection. i didn’t know how much of a difference it could make to have someone who just fits, like two pieces of a puzzle coming together. life has a way of surprising you, and i’m thankful every day that he’s part of my surprise.

surely, definitely, he’s something

©https//www.digitaltaesan.com

[golubichkalive]

yes, I decided to write posts about all the characters, with all the facts and information

Peppino the centaur, who has his own pizzeria, runs fast enough, even faster than any transport, so delivery is fast with him. because of his military background, he does not trust other people, and does not let anyone sit on him except Gustavo, because he is his best friend and trusts him

Gustavo and Brick are a forest gnome and his friend the rat, Brick is very fluffy and smart, smarter than the original. they both live in the forest with other gnomes, and Gustavo bakes very tasty pies, you can lick your fingers

Mr. Stick is a dragon man breathing fire and guarding his gold, the most greedy of the existing dragons, and besides, an evil bun.

Pepperman is a satyr who, in addition to drawing, also plays the flute, and if you believe the legends, he, like all satyrs, can appear in dreams and predict the future

Vigilante is something like a gorgon, only his gaze does not turn to stone, and his snakes have names, namely Kyle, Jeri and Ruber, and they help Vigi in battle by spitting poisonous clots

Noise and Noisette are harpies, Noise is one of the most dexterous harpies and number 1 in flights, however, due to the fact that his feathers bring good luck, children used him in childhood to get feathers, since you can't pull out feathers on purpose, otherwise luck will disappear, and Noisette is the only one who decided to support and protect Noise from these misfortune, that's how they met

Fake is the same centaur as Peppino, only thin and long-legged, I have nothing to tell you about him, he's just a cute

Jerome is a gargoyle who is in the tower, and just works as a cleaner, maybe he is a little clumsy because of the horns, wings and tail, but he is quite nimble and can even keep up with Peppino, who rushes at the speed of a fast car, or maybe even faster than toppina's car

fairy mushroom, gorgon cheese, armadillo tomato, sausage the dragon and the pineapple lizard, they're just all little mythical creatures, the mushroom can fly, the tomato curls up into a ball, the sausage can breathe fire, and the pineapple can stand on its tail

Pizzaface is a three-headed dragon, it looks like an ordinary dragon, but in fact a robot, each of the three heads can spew fire, and the three of them simultaneously get super fire, and even at the last battle all three heads laugh at the same time, their triple laughter can knock you down

Pizzahead naga, the most terrible predator of all who are in the tower, everyone is afraid of him, but in winter you should not be afraid of him, because he hibernates, like all snakes, but in summer, he is the most dangerous, he can eat anyone and anything without pity

[oneshotnewbie]

Hi, can I request a one shot regarding JJ finding out Y/N (her GF/Wifey) was in the videos of the BAU Gate as well. Though she tried to hide her fear behind her smile, JJ saw through it.

Y/N excused herself and went to hide out at the roof, crying silently as memories of her past abuse came back to her, and JJ went to her knowing she would be there.

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes spoilers for Criminal minds evolution and the topics/mentions of abuse, pornographic videos and swearings. The plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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The meeting room was silent, except for the quiet hum of the laptop in front of you. Jennifer Jareau sat at the table with a tense posture, her fingers firmly on the touchpad. The files on the screens seemed like a dark abyss that she had to venture into. Next to her, you, her wife and colleague at the BAU, sat back in only a seemingly relaxed manner. But JJ noticed the subtle tension in your posture, the barely perceptible trembling of your fingers that you hid in your lap.

The "BAU-Gate" was no ordinary case. Elias Voit, the psychopathic perpetrator, had not only targeted the team members, but distorted their intimacy and identity in the most cruel way. Animated pornographic videos, designed with a disturbing precision, were distributed in the darkest corners of the Internet - videos that degraded their personalities and touched on their deepest fears. JJ had never worked on a case where she felt so vulnerable and personally attacked.

"You don't have to do this alone, JJ. Let the others help." You said gently, placing a hand on her upper arm. Your voice was calm, but the blonde could hear the tension behind it.

JJ looked at you briefly before looking back at the screen. "I'm not alone," she said quietly. "You're here with me. That's all I need."

You kept your eyes on her as if you were looking for a way to dissuade JJ from this plan. But you knew that was impossible. Once JJ had made up her mind about something, she wouldn't be dissuaded.

She clicked on the first file. The video began with a still image of her face in a grotesque manner. Even after seeing it several times, it still hurt her to see herself in such a position - dehumanized, degraded. She pressed her lips together in a thin line and fast-forwarded.

"JJ.." your voice sounded cautious. You had leaned forward a little, as if you wanted to prevent JJ ​​from doing this to himself again. "I'm okay," she answered briefly. But that was a lie. She wasn't okay. Nobody would be. But she had to be strong and go through it to finally put that bastard behind bars - for you, for the team and for herself.

She paused the video, clicked it away and opened the next file. This time her breath caught and her heart skipped several beats. She could hardly breathe. A figure appeared on the screen that unmistakably represented you.

"What the.." your voice died away and you stared at the screen as if the ground had been pulled out from under you. There was no sign of your relaxed posture anymore. JJ could feel the cold anger that ran through every fiber of her body and rose up inside her like a volcano about to erupt.

"That is you," she said quietly, disturbed and yet full of anger. Her voice was dangerously calm, but inside she was seething. "Voit has it in for you too."

You laughed dryly, but it sounded forced. "It's just an animation, JJ. Nothing that could harm me, a total fake. You know he..." you paused when she looked at you - with that piercing look that disarmed you every time.

"Y/n," she said urgently, turning her upper body towards you. "Don't try to downplay it. You are, and you know it. He's using you, your face, your... body for his disgusting games with us."

You looked away, your smile remaining like a fragile mask. "It's not important. Really. I know it makes you angry but... Let's just move on, okay?"

But JJ was not fooled. She knew you too well, you weren't her wife for nothing. She saw your jaw clenched, your fingernails digging into your palms just to calm yourself down. And most of all, she saw the fear in your eyes - a fear she had rarely seen in you in all these years.

"Y/n, talk to me," JJ said, gently touching your shaking and sweaty hand. "What's going on in your beautiful and brilliant head right now?“ You pulled her hand back, suddenly stood up and turned to the door. "I... I just need a moment, okay? Fresh air. I'll be right back."

"Babe..." her voice was full of concern, but before she could say anything, you were already out the door with quick steps and out of her sight.

JJ knew exactly where you were going. As she walked down the long hallway, she felt a mixture of worry and anger. Anger at Voit for putting her, and especially you, in this situation. Worry for you, for having to go through this. JJ took the stairs up every other hour, her steps getting faster the closer she got to the roof.

As she pushed open the door to the roof, the cold wind of the evening hit her. She spotted you immediately. You stood with your back to her, near the edge of the roof, your arms wrapped around you. JJ saw your shoulders shaking. It was a sight she found hard to bear and never wanted to witness. Her wife, the strong, indomitable agent, was crumbling before her eyes

"I knew I would find you here. You've always loved the view from up there," she said, stepping closer cautiously. She spoke calmly, but firmly enough for you to hear her.

You don't turn around. "JJ.. please. Just go. I just need.. I just need a moment alone."

"I'm definitely not," she said firmly. She had promised you years ago that she would always be with you - for better or for worse. And this was a bad time that you would both get through. Together. "I'm not leaving you alone, Y/n. Not now."

JJ paused in her step, only a few inches away from you when you spoke again. Your voice was soft, a nearly toneless whisper that was swallowed by the darkness around her. "This brings everything back, Jayje... Everything I've tried to forget."

The blonde stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, like a fragile porcelain figurine that could shatter at any moment. "Baby, what do you mean?" Her words were gentle but insistent, her eyes searching your features for answers.

You backed away, as if you were afraid of the question. Your shoulders shook under an invisible weight, your hands gripping the edge of the parapet. JJ cast a worried glance at the dizzying depths below you.

"I can't," you whispered, your voice shaky. You turned to her, your eyes red with suppressed tears. "I can't explain this to you. You'll see me differently."

JJ's heart skipped a beat. She had never seen you like this before - so small, so vulnerable, so full of fear. It was as if a wall that JJ had never noticed had suddenly cracked and behind it lurked a pain that she had never suspected. She took another step closer, but kept a cautious distance. "Y/n, I'm your wife. You can talk to me about anything. I love you. There's nothing that can change that."

You snorted bitterly, tears running down your cheeks. "Nothing? Do you really think you could still love me if you knew what I am? What I was?" your voice broke on the last words, and you looked away again, as if you couldn't bear to look at JJ.

"What you were?" JJ's voice was a whisper, but her insides were practically screaming with worry, escaping into the slightest tremor of her entire body. "Babe, what do you mean?"

"It's not important," you said with a forced smile that was more like a grimace. "It's over. I should just be over it. But now... now Voit has brought me back there." Your voice got rougher, the words came faster. "His videos. Those perversions. They... threw me back into the past. It feels damn similar, at least."

JJ stood frozen. She knew she had hit upon something central, something deeper that you had hidden all these years. "What feels similar? Please, talk to me." You suddenly turned back around, your eyes filled with tears and anger. "I know what it's like to be used, like a thing, an object! I was... a victim of violent things. For years!"

The words hit her like a blow. Her breath caught and her mind was spinning. She searched for something to say, but your voice now cracked as you continued. "I was young. Naive. Ignorant of my sexuality. And my ex... he forced me to do things you couldn't even imagine existed. He destroyed me, JJ. And I... I let him win. I let him win because I was too weak to fight back. Until I finally left him."

Your voice broke and you gripped the railing tighter, your knuckles turning white.

JJ felt her heart being torn apart, piece by piece, as your confession washed over her. Tears welled up in her own eyes, but she blinked them away. You needed her now - not as an agent, not as a colleague, but as her wife. As someone who could catch you if you fell.

"Y/n," she finally said, her voice quiet but firm. She stepped closer until she was standing right behind you. She carefully put her hands around your waist, letting you know she was there. "What happened to you... it wasn't your fault. Never. You weren't weak. You survived. And you're here. With me."

You laughed bitterly, a sound that broke JJ's heart. "Survived? That's called surviving? Look at me, JJ. I've been hiding my whole life. From myself, from memories. And now... now this sick psychopathic guy is using me as a toy for his power games. And I... I can't breathe, Jayje."

JJ pulled you suddenly and tightly into her arms, holding you as if she wanted to hold together the parts of you that were threatening to fall apart. "But you can breathe," she whispered in your ear. "You're stronger than you think. And Voit has no idea how strong we both are together. But I know it and you know it too. And I'm going to hold him accountable, babe. For what he did to you and us."

You shook in her arms, and eventually the tears continued to burst out. She turned you around when she heard the sobs, your head leaning against her shoulder, and JJ just held you, stroking your back soothingly while she waited for your storm to subside.

When your sobs finally subsided, she gently lifted your face and looked you in the eyes. "We're going through this together. Like always. Everything. You're not alone, baby."

You looked at her for a long time, your eyes still wet, but something in your gaze had changed. A spark of relief, maybe even hope. "I love you, JJ," you whispered. "But... what if I'm not good enough for you anymore? With all the baggage you now know about?"

JJ rested her forehead against yours. "You are more than enough. For me. For our lives. For everything. Even more now."

The night air was cold and the wind whistled around you, but in that moment everything felt perfect. For the first time in a long time, you felt free to have shared your closed past with someone you loved more than anything.

[hearmeoutgirl]

Hey, guys! I hope you're doing well.... I thought of a new plot and wanted to write it! Enjoy reading!

(note: please write your suggestions, my brain has trouble producing them)

[Side note: English is not my native language, please forgive me if I make any mistakes🙏]

Subject: You See Your Ex At A Party

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It was an ordinary night. You were looking out at the sea while the warm wind blew through your hair.

You were clearly overwhelmed. While the party inside was going on with all its might, you were leaning on the railings on the balcony, looking out. A few meters away, a few young people were kissing, more were having sex, they seemed to be having fun. You were startled when your phone vibrated in your pocket. You put the red paper cup in your hand aside and looked at your phone.

When your friend sent you messages one after another about finding her, you realized that she was drunk and that the possibility of you getting into trouble had increased. You had come to this party upon her request. "Lighten up a bit, Yn... Enough with this depressed-girl vibe," she had said to you when she came to invite you to the party.

You and your friend knew the reason why you were a depressed girl, as your friend called.

Damn Cameron....

You tucked your phone into your pocket and headed inside. You put the paper cup in your hand aside and entered the party. The noise around you made you wince, while the intense smell of alcohol and drugs made your stomach turn.

Damn Cameron. Yeah, damn.

Your gaze began to search for your friend under the high light. A lot of human bodies were touching yours, you could feel their alcoholic breath on your neck. You had better find your friend before you throw up. Your phone vibrated once more in your pocket and you saw that it said your friend was in one of the bathrooms upstairs. You headed for the stairs to go upstairs.

You grunted as you were looking at your phone when a body collided with you hard. It had to be a Pogue. You rolled your eyes at him as he looked at you and started walking up the stairs.

But it didn't take long. Right after I stepped on the first step, a body appeared at the top of the stairs. He was wearing one of his black polos. Black pants underneath. You thought he'd be a little depressed for a party, until you realized you were also wearing black shorts and a black crop top.

Damn Cameron.

When your gazes met, you looked into his blue eyes for a second. They were staring deeply. As if they were trying to see something. You looked away as you swallowed slowly. You always did that.

(back to the past)

You were giggling. You were giggling in the middle of the night in the arms of the man you loved. Even though it felt like a dream, it was real.

"Rafey...." you spoke between laughter. "Stop now..."

Rafe smiled without taking his lips from your neck, his hands touching your bare waist under your shirt. "No... I love your smile..." He looked up into your eyes and kissed your chin.

Your cheeks flushed slightly as your hands ran through his freshly cut hair. You smiled, but avoided his gaze. You always did this...

(now)

After staring at each other for what felt like more than a few minutes, you took a deep breath. When your phone vibrated once more, you remembered once again why you were here. For your friend.

Damn Cameron.

After looking at your phone, you quickly started climbing the stairs. Rafe was watching you with cold eyes. You felt like you were going to fall with every stair you climbed without looking at him. Rafe was looking at you with his arms folded across his chest. Since he was upstairs, he either went to the balcony upstairs to smoke or...

or to be inside a woman. And you hate this thought.

Rafe's large hand grabbed your bare arm as you passed him on the stairs. Before you could even open your mouth, he pulled you into a nearby room. Your eyebrows furrowed as the door slammed shut behind you and locked itself. "Rafe what are you doing?" You grew up but you couldn't see him. You couldn't really see. The lights were off. "Turn on the light." He knew he hated the dark.

You felt a sarcastic laugh coming from your throat. All the windows in the room were closed. There was no light coming from the yellow room either. You felt Rafe’s breath on your face as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Still scared of the dark, little girl?”

You paused. The sarcasm in his voice broke your heart. You averted your eyes. You really did this a lot. “Turn on the damn lights, Cameron.”

You felt a hand brush your hair behind your shoulders. There was no doubt who it was. Large hands were touching your hair with a familiar ease. "You must learn the darkness, little girl." The coldness in his voice frightened you. You didn't like it.

Although, judging by what he did after you left, it was true that he had turned into a complete psychopath. It didn't make sense that this man who had killed a police officer would touch your hair so gently.

"What do you want from me, Rafe? Leave me alone. I need to go to my friend..." you spoke nervously. You wanted to go to your friend.

And another mocking laugh... "Your friend? Oh little girl... you still don't get it, do you?"

You paused... what didn't you understand?

"Let me enlighten your tiny mind... I convinced your friend to bring you here tonight. The same thing about going upstairs... Because I wanted... I wanted you with me."

When his hands found your cheeks, your eyebrows furrowed, trying to see his face. "You... you're talking nonsense."

It probably wasn't true. Rafe couldn't have been that crazy.... Right?

"Yn... you don't understand... look at me..." you grumbled as his hand lifted your chin up.

"I'll see if I can... but there's no light." Rafe sighed in exasperation and turned on the light. His hands found your cheeks once more as you squinted at him.

“Now? Is there anything else wrong?” When you stayed silent, he sighed once more and looked at you. “I know I’m not perfect… but you know that we’re both ugly in our own right, but beautiful and perfect together.”

"Rafe...." just as you were about to object to him, a pair of lips touched yours.

When you got over your initial surprise, you moaned quietly and wrapped your arms around his neck. You couldn't stand it. You couldn't stand his absence. When you opened your lips for him, he happily stuck his tongue in and kissed you. His mouth looked like a crime scene. And even if you were guilty, he was a witness.

"You're mine, little girl... you've always been mine..."

This wasn’t right. It shouldn’t have happened. You shouldn’t have given in to him as his lips moved from your jaw to your neck. Be proud girl, be proud!

"Rafe.. stop! No... that's not true..." you placed your hands on rafe’s muscular chest, trying to push him away. But you failed. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and lifted you onto his lap. “Rafe… stop!”

But Rafe didn’t hear you. He was sucking on your neck like a hungry animal as he laid you down on the first bed he found in the dark room. His hands were everywhere. They wouldn’t stop. Your hands grabbed his thick biceps and tried to stop him. You wanted to do this right. Not like this . . .

“Rafe, stop!” Rafe paused as your voice grew louder. His face was buried in your neck. He looked up at you as he took a deep breath. You couldn’t see his face. And as if he sensed it, he reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on.

"What?" his voice was muffled by the kisses he had just left on her neck. "You're mine, Yn... you know that, don't you?" his hand roamed her body. He slid between her legs and cupped her pussy over her shorts. "This beauty is mine too... this body... all of it..."

Your eyes looked into his blue ones. You pushed him off you as you sighed and leaned your back against the headboard. Rafe growled in annoyance and stood up. You saw the anger in his body grow and his body pace around the room in anger. “What the fuck do you want, Yn? Huh? Not enough of this whore stuff? What the fuck do you want.”

You swallowed slowly and looked away as Rafe rolled over and kicked the seat next to you, cursing. “Benj, you’re driving me crazy! You’re driving me crazy!” You pulled your knees up as you sighed in fear. You flinched when Rafe angrily punched the wall.

"Rafe..."

"What did you want that I didn't do, Yn?" There was pain and anger in his eyes when he turned to you with his bleeding hand. "Huh? I became a good man... just for you! I fucked the fucking drugs! For you! Fuck! I stood up to my father for you!" You looked at the blood dripping from his hand to the ground. Every word he said was driving the dagger into his heart even deeper. "I left everyone behind and came to you... I came here, Yn... for you! Fuck I disregarded my pride for you!"

You stayed silent as tears streamed down your face. Rafe continued to pace the room angrily. He continued to mutter as his hand rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation. “What happened to us? What happened, huh?”

You sighed but couldn’t answer. The reason you left was simple. You didn’t want to stay in a toxic relationship. Add Rafe’s constant tantrums and jealousy to that… you couldn’t take it. But now that it dawned on you, you stayed silent. Every word of what he said was true. He had broken things off with his father, for you… His friends made fun of him for still wanting you, but Rafe was still there for you. This man didn’t know what else to do…

Rafe paused for a moment as he paced the room and looked at you. “Anyone else… is there anyone else?” Your gaze shifted from the hardwood floor to his. You frowned at him as you sat there with your knees drawn up. “There is, isn’t there?” Rafe took a step towards you, his hands shaking with anger. You swallowed hard. “Who is it? Huh? What bastard?”

You shook your head quickly. But Rafe didn’t even see it. “N-no… no…”

"Which pimp touched you, huh? Which one fucked you like I did? Answer!" When he took another step towards you, your eyes widened quickly and you shook your head.

“Rafe no… there’s no one… I swear there’s no one… it didn’t happen…” Rafe calmed down a bit when he saw the fear in your eyes. But the anger was still palpable.

"and it will never, ever happen. do you hear me? I won't let you..." When you shook your head, he sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. His back was turned to you. He leaned his elbows on his knees as his shoulders slumped tiredly. "I can't let you, Yn... I can't let you slip through my hands... not again..."

Not again... oh... his mom. Not again...

You looked at his back, biting your lower lip. "There's no one left. There's no one left, Yn..." You hesitantly approach him. A hand touches his tense shoulder. His anger is still in his body, but he leans into your touch involuntarily.

He sighed nervously as you wrapped your thin arms around his shoulders, leaning your cheek against his broad back. “Still going on? I mean… your nightmares?”

He swallowed hard. He sighed as you nuzzled your cheek against his broad back, looking at the wall in front of him as your arms wrapped around his shoulders and touched the tiny stubble on his chin. “Sometimes. I can’t sleep at night.”

You knew why. It was you.

(Back to past)

"Looks like someone's late again..." Rafe was sipping his beer on the couch as he looked at your body entering the living room. It was one of those winter months. And you went to help your close friend because she had just given birth. Of course, you didn't know that this help would last until midnight...

You took off your jacket and bag, setting them aside and walked over to the fireplace, feeling your cold hands. “Looks like someone’s still not asleep…” you mumbled quietly. The house was silent except for the low sounds of Rafe’s boxing match and the crackling of the wood burning in the fireplace.

Rafe finished his beer, set it aside, and reached for the remote, turning off the screen. He lifted his large body off the couch and walked behind you. A pair of arms wrapped around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. When he surrounded you from behind, he took your hands, which were tiny compared to his, in his own and heard them. "You know I didn't..." his face rested on your neck. "It's so hard without you, baby..."

You smiled and leaned your back against his chest. You chuckled quietly when you felt the coldness of his rings in your hands. “I wonder what you’re going to do while I’m gone…”

Rafe sighed. His arms tightened around your waist as his lips kissed the line of your jaw. “I’ll always have you in my arms.” You smiled. That was what you wanted too. I

t wasn't certain whether you would go to heaven or not, but being able to taste heaven between these two pairs of arms was enough for you.

(Now)

I felt your back tense up against his cheek, and you remained silent.

“This is so shit, Yn.” He sighed and leaned back against you. You let him as your legs spread out to the sides. You accepted him. Like always. You slid back into bed and spread your arms, leaning your head on the pillows.

"Come here...." you mumbled quietly. His cold gaze softened as it met yours over your shoulder. Your big man couldn't bear you. He glanced at the door before approaching you. After he realized it was locked and no one could disturb you, he approached you. He got between your legs. His arms wrapped around your waist as his face leaned against the hollow of your chest.

“I hate you…” Rafe sighed in relief as you wrapped your arms around him, your hands tucked into his shirt, arching his back.

"At least you can feel something..." He grinned slightly and his eyes slowly closed. It was obvious that he was sleep deprived.

You sighed and stroked the hair on the back of his neck. “Topper said you’ve been on drugs for the last few nights.” There was disappointment in his voice. He promised you.

Rafe shrugged nonchalantly. He wrapped his arms around you tighter, leaning his face against the spot between your neck and chest that your shirt left exposed. He pulled your shirt down. “It’s the only thing that helps me sleep.”

You rolled your eyes and reached for the blanket next to you as Rafe finally rested his face comfortably against your skin, covering you with it. His huge body was already warming you. “You promised... you wouldn’t drink...”

Rafe said sarcastically. "You promised... you wouldn't go..." This situation caused you to remain silent. You leaned your lips against his hair as you sighed deeply.

"Rafe Cameron... I love you..." The issue between you was still unresolved but you couldn't stop the words that came out of your lips.

Rafe kissed her skin as he grinned against hers. "I'm dying for you, Yn. I feel like I'm living for you..." he mumbled before falling asleep. "Your smell... my home."

Hey guys! I hope you liked it! I don't know exactly how I feel while writing this chapter but I get a lot of Taylor Swift You're Losing Me vibes... even though they end up together...

Your suggestions are very important to me! Please don't forget to comment!

[atreefullofstars]

So like, in my case, it's because I haven't been on board with the narrative's framing of the moral landscape since like episode... three?

This narrative is just PLAGUED with rules for thee but not for me. Is it wrong to assassinate the enemy kingdom's ruler who has blood on his hands? Depends on who does it. To send an assassin after the innocent young prince? Depends on who's doing it. To BE a magical assassin? Dunno, are you aesthetically pleasing while doing it? Is it wrong to kill bugs? Depends on who's doing it. Is it wrong to want power? Ditto. Is it wrong to use slurs and do unflattering impersonations of another species? Shocking and unforgivable if you're human, hilarious if you're an elf. Almost point for point, everything the "evil" characters have done that was bad, the "good" characters have also done and never been held to account for it by the other characters or by the narrative. And the "bad guys" have done a lot of GOOD stuff that the narrative refuses to acknowledge.

One of THE villains of the series is a man who worked tirelessly and sacrificed his physical health to not only defend his people from natural disasters and from incursions from invading forces, but ALSO defends the actual lives of said people from a king who would blithely throw thousands of them away for a feel-good moment with the queens of a foreign kingdom. Harrow FAILED as a king right there, it would have been DISASTROUS to his rule if they'd actually carried our that edict, Viren snatched that situation right out of the fire, and he's VILIFIED for it! And the reasoning is that they had to kill a big, possibly sentient, possibly unique creature to save thousands of (ordinary, common, boring) lives... ... but THEN when it's RAYLA AND CALLUM setting out with the intent to kill a big, possibly sentient, possibly unique creature -- not even to save lives, but to restore a cultural practice and claim the reward for it -- THAT'S FINE. Yes, they found a way not to kill it, warm fuzzies all around, but the narrative completely fails to grapple with the fact that they were GOING to and it NEVER treats that as wrong the way it does with the magma titan. (Caveat: I'm not saying Viren did nothing else wrong, but I take issue with the way sins were heaped upon him by the writers in later seasons because frankly they're just trying to retroactively justify the vilification that was already present in season 1.)

And the BIGGEST injustice at the heart of all these injustices is this idea that humans have no right to want magic, even when they're dying for lack of it, even when the people who have it are abusing them instead of helping them, humans have no right to call anybody out or take anything they aren't given or even wish for it to be different. Every human who ever did dark magic for any reason was wrong, every human who ever fought back against an elf or dragon was wrong, humans are supposed to accept their place at the bottom of the pecking order and in the reservations they've been force-marched to and they're supposed to be the ones to absorb any lingering anger from the conflict and set down their weapons first even when being actively invaded --

-- and then we get told the story of the FIRST time this happened, when a sweet innocent child motivated by love was the only one who wanted to help humans, and she was KILLED for it in the name of the natural order --

-- I'm on Team Aaravos here, not because I think he's righteous (he's not) or because this is nobler than vengeance (it's not) but because I'm disgusted with the so-called morality of everyone the show is telling me to root for. EVERYONE in this show has sought revenge for something at some point, which makes Aaravos no worse than any of them in terms of motives. Everybody's got blood on their hands, and the numbers just depend on who you think 'counts' as a person. He's manipulative in a way that obviously creeps some people out, but this show has failed to give me any character whose behavior I'm happy with, so pick your poison.

Aaravos is railing against the entire moral order of this little fictional universe and so am I. He wants to take that world apart with his teeth and I'm going to be over here with my popcorn. Fucking get 'em, babygirl.

Obviously he's going to lose, and we'll get some speech about how it was because of the desire for peace and unity or something, and it'll be super super gross, and the show will never actually address the fate it consigns the human race to, and everything will all work out because the writers said so, forever and ever, amen. Whatever. I'm here for the food at this point.

Someone explain to me why there are so many posts along the lines of: "Aaravos can do whatever he wants now that we know he lost his beloved daughter and has trauma"

My brother in Satan that's someone else's daughter he's going after and exploiting now.

I know the answer is He's Hot So He Can Do Whatever He Wants which- yeah like I'm here for the fandom's poor-little-meow-meowfication of him, too. Fandom gotta fandom, I guess. but still- I don't fully get that on a logical or emotional level.

The whole Leola thing did humanise him, yes, but that added complexity didn't change my mind about him being kind of a dick.

There is this song in Sweeney Todd, Johanna (Quartet). Sweeney grieves the loss of his daughter but that's still secondary to how focused he is on using that grief to fuel his desire for a revenge- Revenge that's destroying countless lives of innocent bystanders who mean nothing to him. The story he tells himself about his innocent daughter's faith is the justification for his actions. That's my perception of Aaravos. And that's ultimately more interesting to me than him being a perfect lil' victim of this all.

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[aerithisms]

i think my problem with this dw season arc accusing the audience of fanbrain for theorising about ruby is that it both feels deceitful and isn't actually that compelling from a character perspective. the season goes out of its way to build up supernatural mystery around ruby and even invokes susan more heavily than ever before in a way that is deliberately trying to get the audience to make those connections. and then it turns around and says you stupid idiot why would you ever try to connect these dots i have deliberately tried to get you to connect.

building up a mystery only for the character to be ordinary is an impossible girl arc redux only this time accusing the viewer of failing to see the humanity of the companion, whereas the impossible girl arc was turning that accusation on the doctor. 7b didn't really blame the audience for viewing clara as a puzzle and in fact several times spells out the fact that clara is perfectly ordinary before the big reveal to give the audience a chance to catch on. as 7b goes on, instead of laying the mystery on thicker, the audience just gets more and more affirmations that clara is a normal human being (rings of akhaten, journey to the centre of the tardis, hide). i found this approach compelling because it was rooted in character, focusing on the doctor's disconnection from humanity/the gendered dynamic of a man treating a woman as his manic pixie mystery to pull him out of grief. s14's meta approach of accusing the viewer feels both unfair, given it has deliberately led the viewer towards theorising, and personally less compelling to me because it wasn't tied into character in any way.

the thing about rey's parentage in tlj is that the reason rian johnson chose to go for that reveal was that it was the only answer that was interesting. none of the theories - rey is a skywalker, rey is a kenobi, and even the eventually canonical rey is a palpatine - were interesting or satisfying because they brought nothing compelling to the table for the story being told. the only satisfaction to be gained from those answers was a fanbrained "omg rey is important because she's related to that guy from the other movie." on top of that, rey desperately wants her parents to have been important, to give her life and her abandonment some kind of significance. so them being ordinary provided the most compelling trajectory for her character because it was the thing she least wanted to hear. it forced her to do the most introspection and growth, as well as tying into the film's themes about the capacity of ordinary people to be special. it wasn't just a choice made to "gotcha" the viewer, it was rooted in character.

i don't think ruby's mother being ordinary accomplishes the same thing. by invoking susan, s14 is engaging with the most egregious example of the doctor's streak of abandonment, which has potential to be very compelling in relation to ruby (and now also the doctor's) own abandonment issues. theories that ruby might be susan, or be somehow related to susan, or somehow related to the doctor, weren't just fanbrained "omg she's related to that guy i know from the classic series." they were theories genuinely rooted in character and the potential to explore both the doctor and ruby's issues with abandonment. and this is something the show willingly led fans towards by invoking susan so much in the first place. so for the show to turn around and act like they were shallow out of nowhere ideas when they were not shallow and were based on potential character conflicts the show itself deliberately invoked, feels misguided.

as well as that, ruby's mother being ordinary does not require that same growth from ruby as it did for rey because it is exactly what ruby wanted to hear. she never wanted her mother to be important, she just wanted to know who her mother was and have a connection with her. so finding out she was a normal woman who still loves her and wants to be a part of her life is everything she's ever wanted. it doesn't introduce interesting conflict for her the way rey's parents being ordinary did for her, because they were written as different characters with different hangups over their abandonment.

tl;dr i don't necessarily dislike ruby's mother being ordinary as an idea but compared to the things it was inspired by - 7b and star wars - it is not nearly as compelling in terms of how it relates to the characters or themes. and the meta angle, while conceptually interesting, doesn't quite work for me because it feels a little manipulative of the audience.

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

I see your tags on the Wocky and Alita art, I would love to hear your thoughts on Alita actually!

I only need one person to show interest in what I have to say for me to talk forever and ever, thank you. HAHA Okay, in seriousness, this won't be as thorough/long as the Klavier post because... there really isn't much to her, but I find it extremely interesting how Alita falls into the same category of witnesses as April May and Dahlia without being — and I mean no offence to her when I say this — stunning? Like, with April and Dahlia, there's a very clear mass appeal to them which most people point out. Contrariwise, Alita's appearance is really only commented on by Trucy, and just glancing at her portrait, you can see that, without her slightly outlandish fashion, she's frankly nothing to write home about.

So why am I discussing this? Surely it's a little reductive to analyse female characters beginning with their appearances? Usually, yes, but that's the thing about this category of witnesses: their pretty faces aren't just pretty faces.

For April and Dahlia, their beauty is part of their arsenal. It functions as both their defence and their weapon of choice; they know how to wield it to bring people under their heel. Alita being ordinarily pretty instead of drop-dead gorgeous deprives her of that weapon and leads you to wonder how she became a mafia heiress to begin with. It also parallels her to Mimi Miney in a way that goes beyond the 'murderous nurse who worked for and killed her awful boss' comparison you get on the surface. Presumably, Alita, like Mimi, only got to where she was because she managed to fool the people around her into believing she was less dangerous than she actually is. Mimi did this by feigning stupidity and inviting people to underestimate her. Alita seems to do this by showing them what they want to see.

When she first meets Apollo and Trucy, Alita stays quiet and spends more time listening to them than she does talking. Once she has a hold on who they are, then she slips into her persona, and I find it interesting how she doesn't even attempt to come across as particularly delicate or lovelorn? Instead she goes for the relatively typical role of a distressed, indulgent loved one earnestly entreating Apollo for help. I'm inclined to say she does this because her read on Apollo makes her realise that he'd likely be exasperated or annoyed by such a person; but it's also almost as if she knows she doesn't have the disposition to pull off that frail, damsel-in-distress archetype and has resigned herself to being ordinary. Like how she looks. The next time she has to reapply her persona, Alita's appearing in court, and again she makes subtle adjustments that best suit her situation. The judge is old, so she takes a chance on expressing her dedication as a wife while balancing her dedication as a righteous citizen, which works. But oddly enough, despite her successes, I don't think Alita is actually good? At donning disguises? Everyone I've seen discuss this case has been able to guess almost immediately that she's the culprit, and maybe we're just prepped by past characters like her that have appeared, but I don't think she's even that convincing in the game.

Both the identities she assumes are risky manoeuvres that happen to fall in her favour, and she's not particularly dedicated to maintaining the front. When she asks Apollo to be Wocky's defence, she admits that marrying him is largely a chance at a more exciting life than some great love story; Plum Kitaki straight up says that there's a darkness in Alita she doesn't like, despite how docile Alita behaves in front of her; and Wocky has moments where he slips up and calls her things like, "imposter" and "fallen angel", implying that at least subconsciously, he knows she's not what she makes herself out to be. Even her general mannerisms don't greatly differ between her actual self and the mask who's blunt her claws — nothing is ever overtly coy or cutesy — and when Apollo brings up the fact she was Wocky's nurse, she drops the facade almost immediately. There's no waffling, no, "Whatever do you mean?"s or, "You're scaring me"s, just the statement, "I don't know what you mean by 'meaning', Mr. Justice!" delivered in a sudden cool, frosted steeliness.

And I think that steel is what really makes her different.

See, the other women are all driven to crime by some defining trait in themselves caused by their circumstances. For Dahlia, it's her desperate need to be free of the Fey clan; for Mimi, it's grief over her sister's unjust death; and for April, it's her fear of Redd White. You don't really get that with Alita. Instead of there being something dark in her life that leads her down this path, she just seems... tired. Tired of being "pretty enough" but not "gorgeous", tired of being the obedient nurse to the corrupt doctor, tired of being ordinary. There's no predatory external force pushing her into a corner, there's no abusive family beliefs pinning her down. There's just an ordinary life, lived dull and ordinarily, and she had had enough. So what does this girl, who's tired and ordinary in every way except the steel that lines her spine, do to get out of this?

She gambles.

Marrying into the mafia was a gamble, seeking Apollo as council was a gamble, shooting Dr. Meraktis was a gamble. Every decision she's made since she met Wocky has been a series of high-stakes gambles that leave her life on the line all so she won't be second-best anymore. This time, she was going to be the one on top. No matter what.

... And I'm sorry for loving evil women, but girlboss?? Girlboss???

I've heard people say they're disappointed that her "breakdown" is just an extension of her usual damage sprite, but it's honestly one of my favourite "breakdowns" in the series ever? Just because it isn't really one? Everything Alita has done up till now has been reckless, calculated risk, of course being convicted for murder is no different than losing in any other aspect of her life. Of course you're not going to get more than her damaged sprite, because this doesn't warrant a more dramatic reaction. She's lived this whole time knowing it could all come crashing down around her, and it finally did.

She made a bad bet. You caught her. Oh well.

The frosted girl of steel, standing tall to the very end. It's kind of sad that, even after all that, she's still seen as only second-best, incomparable to mimi, dahlia or any of the other women who've stood in her place.

[scionshtola]

rotating something in my mind about shtola having matoya as a mentor and then growing to see her as a mother figure vs erenville and cahciua distancing themselves by referring to each other as mentor/pupil

[sweetest-honeybee]

was cleaning my fridge when I randomly thought "a clean home is a happy home" and now I'm thinkin how infuriated Home would be if he gets dirty or to add even more fuel to the already blazing fire, how much of a clean freak Grey Au!Wally would be to keep Home happy

Ohh! A clean home is definitely a happy home! I’m seeing this more like Home being such a clean freak haha!

[mymarifae]

also veritas and i are on a first name basis now partially because his last name is fucking stupid and i hate calling him "ratio" but mostly because after poking at his character a bunch i've decided i like him quite a lot LMFAO