#i am not coping

[zuppizup]

Season 7 trailer is on Netflix people!

[moraymiso]

me genuinely tweaking out seeing every "akutagawa's amnesia is real" post because NO it ISN'T he is just MESSING WITH HIM he REMEMBERS HIM he is THE SAME it's our DEAREST DARLINGEST RYUUNOSUKE with A FULLY INTACT PSYCHE and ZERO MEMORY PROBLEMS

[pancho-pinto]

Night Two - Obsessions

7 Holy Nights of Jeremy

Characters: Etho/Joel Words: 1,226 Misc: Teen+. No Warning. Suggestive Themes. Summary: Etho jealous + Neck kisses + Making out

Etho is a tall guy. Taller than Joel, which makes him abnormally tall since he is perfectly average. But, and this is something Joel has learnt during their time together in Double Life, Etho has quite the ability to make himself shrink. Or, well, more than shrink, the ability to look pathetic as he hunches over. 

He can see him, quite directly too. Just at the end of the street, standing in the middle of the road, looking at him with quite pitiful eyes. His fox ears are flat on his head, tail wrapped around his leg, fur between his fingers. Hunched over, clearly wanting to approach. 

Joel places a hand on his hip as he turns to fully face him, tilting his head and Etho looks almost hopeful. 

“You are such a weirdo,” he starts, and Etho shrinks again. He sighs, rolling his neck before bouncing a step as he walks to him. “What do you want, Eefo? I am a very busy guy. Can’t spend every second enlightening your life with my presence.”

Up close, Etho looks even more pathetic. And it almost, almost, tugs at Joel’s heartstrings. 

“You didn’t want a statue of me,” Etho whines. 

Joel blinks a couple times, taken aback. “What?”

“You said you didn’t want statues of me. And then you got statues of Lizzie and Jimmy! That’s not fair!”

He blinks again, in quick succession, before defensiveness takes over. “Of course I bloomin’ have statues of them! I don’t see them every day!”

“You don’t see me every day!”

“We are in the same server! And I kept the me-statues. You are so obsessed, honestly. I can’t have my life revolve around you, you know? We have other friends. Gosh, Eeefo, Lizzie is my wife! You and no one is competing against my wife!”

Etho has the audacity to frown, rolling his eyes too. Joel storms into his personal space, ready to throw hands or something typical of himself, but Etho surprises him, also going on the defensive. 

Sassy, even. 

“You could’ve kept the statue either way,” he says, crossing his arms and huffing like Joel made a mistake in tearing the Etho-statues down. “At least one. Like a, uh, bouncer!”

“A what? A bouncer?! Are you–”

“You could have both statues. You and me. Why not, huh? Do you hate me that much? Are you still salty about that kill from Limited Life?”

Joel’s mouth falls open, staring up at him with wide eyes and disbelief. 

How dare Etho!

“It’s just statues!”

“Then build mine back.”

“I– No! I’m not going to!”

“So you hate me.”

“Wha– No, I– Don’t turn this back on me!” Joel takes another step, raising a hand to shove his shoulder. Etho looks down at him, and how he hates their stupid height difference. “You have problems, you know? There– Just because I live rent-free in your head doesn’t mean you have to live in mine.”

Etho frowns again, rolling his eyes away from Joel, even leaning back to put distance between them. 

“I’m not building the stupid statue back,” he hisses through gritted teeth, squinting his eyes in a glare that has Etho looking back. They stare at each other, through glares and side-eyes, and time passes without them. 

The tick, tick, tick is loud in the back of Joel’s head, louder are the plans he should be completing right now, yet here he is, in a stare-off with his former soulmate and current obsessor. Some days he thinks they have changed. But days like these remind him how stubborn they both are, over the dumbest things too. 

But he will not yield. 

That is simply not the kind of person Joel is. 

Not Joel Etho knows. Knew.

“The shirt,” Etho says lowly, their argument for only them and no possible eavesdropper, “do you—”

Joel grabs a handful of Etho’s shirt, the zipper scratching the back of his hand, and yanks him down until their faces are less than an inch away. Their noses bump, Etho towering over him. And it is hot between their bodies, a too familiar fire sparkling alight. 

Etho’s left hand finds its way around his hip, yanking him twice as close until they feel the growing fire around them. Joel’s lips twist into an almost dark smirk, a red glow in his eyes. 

“Burnt it,” Joel whispers against the mask covering his lips, tauntingly close. His fingers tighten on the shirt until he can feel his nails digging right back on his palm, delirious with the closeness and the small doses of pain. “What are you going to do about it, huh?”

He huffs as the wind is pushed out of his lungs, his back flushed against the wall as the building’s shadow falls over them. He breaths in and out, blowing right into Etho’s face with smugness. There is heat between them, hot air against exposed skin as their clothes cover the sweat on their bodies. 

Etho’s eyes flicker further down from Joel’s eyes, they sharpen. And up close, Joel has the benefit of seeing every move and every change. And up close, this close, Joel has the benefit of seeing this side of him. Wilder, reckless, this side of him he is too slow to mask away. Joel enjoys every second of it, of his attention and piercing eyes, adoring it more than he cares to admit though they both know. 

Of course they know. Nothing has changed since Double Life. 

“You’re pathetic,” Joel breathes out when Etho corners his neck, nestled between his cheek and shoulder. He can feel the fabric of his mask gliding on his cheek, then he shudders when Etho pulls on his shirt, exposing more skin to his burning breath. 

He snakes his hand under his right arm, grabbing fistfuls of his sleeve from the back when Etho’s lips finally make contact. Chapped lips itch on his skin, bouncing down until his breath hitches, a strip of scorching wetness drawn from the base of his neck up to the underside of his jaw. He retaliates by digging his nails into his shoulder this time, knowing it is a puny attempt with the layers of clothes in between. 

Wild images flash, searing themselves in his mind. Hands like claws, tearing through the fabric until sensible muscle is exposed. Ready for his taking, dragging nails and watching red lines color pale skin. Teeth piercing skin, trails of crimson raining down, iron on his lips, on his tongue to satiate the thirst. 

“Calm down,” Etho mocks against the base of his neck, teeth grazing and teasing with a wicked smile. 

Joel gasps when he feels canines making promises on his neck, and he closes his eyes to sink in the feeling, suffocating in the heat between them. Still, his words come out sharp, the red of a predator in every word, “You’re one to talk.”

Etho inches up to his jaw, moving down his chin, lips nipping muscle lightly until he finds them, the other pair of lips. Parted and wet, and Etho kisses the corners of them, drawing a growl. 

Joel licks the smirk on his lips when he digs his hand into the hairs on his nap, pushing him down and taking what he wants. Lips clash as Etho pushes down.

More. More. More. 

Until they can satiate their obsession. 

[chem1cal-0verreact10n]

hey guys remember when the worst case scenario was all those fanarts of knife stabbing suitcase

[aceakutagawafan]

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT

Now that we have half of the agency eaten, that means they have to come back, it's not like they're corpses or anything, they were turned into bubbles, that means that Atsushi and Aku are going to kick Fyodors ass and get everyone back

[naquey]

i am not well from tonights episode of Agatha All Along

[honeypleasejustkillme]

being in isolation after an episode makes me feel nothing but abandoned and alone, it does nothing but make my mental health worse

[nonbinarylesbianherb]

Saw the start of season 2 episode 3 has a “high impact sex scenes” warning, please be between alicent and rhaenyra please please please please please please please please

[r0semaryt3a]

I miss the rat man…I want the cigar smoking, bourbon drinking son of a gun back.

[oleander-neruim]

[phantomlemon348]

Oskar, Oskar, it's ok, yes. No, don't cry. Look, Max is there for you. That's it, you can cry on his shoulder. There there. It's ok. It's going to be alright. Yes, I know, the cake. It was sweet, I know. And Hannah. But Max is there. He'll give you a hug, look.

[jasperscringepit]

whoever started the "autism is a superpower" thing is going to have to answer to me, because if it's such a superpower then why am I physically sick from the thought of my favourite show closing?? WHAT KIND OF FUCKING SUPERPOWER IS THAT HUH

[rainey-day-whispers]

So. "I love everything about you" wasn't in Stede's letter. which means it's gonna come up later in the season. possibly in a face-to-face interaction. how are we all feeling about that

[raytm]

[brobiwan-kenobi-412]

laying on my stairs on my back (everything hurts) because ao3 is down how am i supposed to fucking LIVE without my BED TIME STORIES??? (it is 6:30 pm)

[threecatsinatrenchcoat123]

The fact that this was 10 whole years ago is INSANE to me