#i forgot where i was going with this joke

[midnightsmusings]

Hard to get rid of Ghost x Soap who's into his LT's girl in every universe anybody?

Simon who didn't think much when you broke up with him, just sighed because it was right as he got sent on a mission.

Simon who told you he had to go but that he'd be back to "straighten you out" after a messy kiss was pressed to your lips. He knew you were just throwing a little tantrum, pouting about Johnny.

Simon who also knew you'd be just as in love once he brought the man around.

Simon who's been bringing up his teammate around you more and more, carefully cataloguing your reactions and crafting a plan.

Simon who showed up a month after you broke up with him, acting like the separation didn't even happen and tugging a man behind him, introducing Johnny to "their" girl.

(Brain rot about it below)

-CW: Ghostsoap x AFAB reader, freak Ghost, Soap who's just as bad but more subtle about it, Hints at Ghost watching reader through cameras

"What kinda grub ya want?" The gruff voice came through the phone. It's been a month but you'd recognize the gravelly Manchester accent anywhere. It was Simon.

"Don't want anything from you" you retorted, not even coiling away from the demanding tone that rang through the speaker. You never would have answered if you knew, but you were too distracted with laundry to look at the caller ID before answering.

"Besides, maybe I moved huh? How are you going to drop off food if you don't know where I am?" You tried. It was a lame attempt, you knew it, but you also didn't know what to think of a month old ex wanting to bring you food.

Especially an ex like Simon.

A low, knowing chuckle came through the phone that had your face paling and thighs clenching simultaneously.

"No baby, you didn't move" he said, smug and sure. You wanted to ask how he knew that, but deep down you didn't really want to know the answer.

The sounds of shuffling came through the speaker before his voice rang out again, more demanding than the first time. "Now stop bein' a brat, you want takeout?"

You huffed, glaring down at the phone even if he couldn't see. It made you feel a little better and reminded you to ignore the heat building in your gut that his voice always caused.

"No" you said flatly with a frown. God did you want takeout now that he mentioned it. Your stomach growled, you got so lost in chores today you forgot to eat.

"Yeah ya do" he rumbled amused. He had this strange affinity for being unaffected by anything, voice self assured and calm under the softly mocking tone.

"Get the number 4 Johnny" his voice said, distantly as if he pulled away from the phone.

You frowned, running a hand over your head irritated and confused as you opened your mouth to question him. Really? He was calling you while he was with the man that caused your breakup?

"We'll be there soon dove" he said before you could gather your scattered thoughts. His voice louder now that he was close to the speaker again.

You swallowed thickly, not quite sure what to do, to think. Again, before you could even form a responce, maybe even a crafty insult, he hung up. The silence rang out loud, and your mind panics before settling on one thing.

We?

As soon as you opened the door you forgot why you broke up with him.

Simon's large frame stood, leaning against the doorframe. A bag of your favorite takeout was hanging from his gloved hand.

As usual, he was dressed in all black. His hood was up and he was wearing that skeleton face mask you'd got him as a joke. It was one you'd surprised him with after you saw the skull mask he wore around base.

Your heart clenched.

"Lookin' good Darlin'" Simon grunted eyes sweeping over you before another face popped out around his shoulder, his smile warm and disarming. "Evenin hen" the man greeted brightly.

So this was Johnny. God you wanted to hate the man, but he looked so sweet and inviting. His soft aura balanced out Simon's deadpanned gaze.

You were at a loss for words, helpless to stop as they shoved their way in. Simon's mask was set on the small table by the door and Johnny's boots were kicked off carelessly in the hall.

They started casually unpacking all the food on your kitchen counter, Simon guiding Johnny on where everything in your kitchen was.

"Simon what the f-" you started once your brain finally caught up and you shut your door, walking over to them. Only to be cut off by him again.

"Woulda been here earlier but got stuck on a bloody mission" he grunts pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he shoves a plate piled with food into your hands.

"Aye shite one too, took a month but we got 'em eh LT?" Johnny mumbled around a mouthful of egg roll.

A month?

Simon just grunted, broad hand squeezing the back of Johnny's neck. Your eyes tracked the movement, the way the shorter man leaned into the touch with a smile. Your heart clenched painfully again.

"Classified Johnny" Simon responded bluntly sliding his hand off his neck and loading up his own plate.

"Ah cmon Ghost let the lassie hear aboot how cool I am" Johnny grumbled with a pout, only perking up when Simon said nothing to dissuade him.

Johnny immediately walked over to you, hands waving as he rambled. You'd never met him in person before, only heard his name countless times. So many times actually that you started to worry. Eventually you called off your relationship because of your boyfriend's clear affection for someone else.

At least you thought you did.

You briefly considered the merits of trying to force them out. There was no way you could physically do it but you did always keep a bat by your door...

Simon looked up, smirk growing slowly as if he could read your thoughts. Johnny's voice next to you faded to the background as Simon walked closer.

"Let 'er eat before ya talk her ear off" the man huffed, pushing Johnny towards the living room before focusing down at you.

"Shoulda' let me teach you to fight dove..woulda been able to get us out of here hm?" He rumbled lowly, that damned smirk now stretching his scarred lips wide.

He patted your ass with a broad hand before motioning his head to where Johnny was sitting on your couch, adjusting the pillows next to him for you. "He's been excited to meet ya, I told him all about his girl. Now go on 'n eat lovie"

[loafysainz]

Hello, can I request Charles being jealous and marking you as his to the other pilots? Please and thank you. Smut.

JEALOUS! | CL 16

charles leclerc x fem!reader

warn: mdni, smut, jealousy, fluff (?), posessive behavior.

Thanks a lot for the request! You’re the first one, so I really hope you like it!

The air on the yacht was electric, the lights from the Monaco harbor sparkling like the stars above. Music blasted, drinks flowed, and the energy was pure celebration—Charles had just won his home race, and everyone was in the mood to party.

Charles, grinning ear to ear, made his way through the crowd, high-fiving Carlos and dodging a champagne spray from Max. His eyes searched until they landed on Y/N, his childhood best friend, sitting off to the side, leaning against the railing, her eyes fixed on the view of the water.

He walked over, his signature smirk in place. “What are you doing here, looking all serious? Come dance with me,” he said, extending a hand.

Y/N shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “I’m fine here, Charles. Go celebrate. I’ll watch.”

Charles tilted his head, a playful pout forming. “Watching is boring, you know.”

She just waved him off, teasing. “Go. The party’s for you.”

With a dramatic sigh, Charles raised his hands in defeat. “Fine, but you’re missing out.” He turned and headed toward the middle of the deck, where Carlos and the others were already hyping up the dance floor. Soon, he was caught up in the energy, laughing and spinning as the others cheered him on.

Y/N stayed where she was, content to soak in the moment from the sidelines. That was, until Pierre strolled over, holding two glasses of champagne.

“Not joining the chaos?” he asked, handing her a glass.

She smiled, taking it. “Someone has to keep the classy vibe alive.”

Pierre laughed, leaning casually against the railing beside her. “Fair enough. But if you’re not dancing, at least keep me company. Can’t have you looking all mysterious and untouchable over here.”

The two of them fell into an easy conversation, laughing at Pierre’s exaggerated impressions of Max and Carlos mid-dance. Y/N’s laughter rang out, light and carefree, and for a moment, she forgot about the party around them.

But Charles didn’t.

From the middle of the crowd, he spotted them, his dancing slowing as he watched Pierre make Y/N laugh like that. His jaw tightened, and for a second, his instinct was to march over and interrupt. But before he could take a step, the crowd surrounded him.

“Charles! You’re the champ!” someone yelled, and suddenly he was being hoisted up into the air, laughter erupting around him as they tossed him up like a king celebrating his victory.

He couldn’t fight it, not without killing the mood, so he let them toss him like a ragdoll, his laughter blending with theirs. But as he came back down and they caught him again, his eyes found their way back to Y/N and Pierre.

And deep down, the sting of jealousy lingered, even as the party raged on.

The party was still in full swing, but Y/N was starting to feel the heat of Charles’s burning gaze. She could sense him watching, even as she stood by the railing, laughing at Pierre’s jokes. It wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong—just talking. But Charles? Oh, he wasn’t having it.

He stormed across the deck, his steps purposeful, eyes locked on Y/N like she was the only thing that mattered. The crowd seemed to part for him instinctively, sensing the tension radiating off the Ferrari golden boy.

Before Y/N even realized what was happening, Charles was there, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. The sudden possessive gesture made her freeze, her laughter with Pierre cutting off abruptly.

“Enjoying the conversation, mate?” Charles said, his tone deceptively calm but his eyes sharp as they locked on Pierre.

Pierre raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Relax, Charles. We’re just talking.”

But Charles wasn’t interested in explanations. His grip on Y/N’s waist tightened slightly, and he leaned in closer to her, his voice dropping low. “You’ve got enough friends, Y/N. No need to add more.”

Y/N sighed, her patience wearing thin. “Seriously, Charles? You can’t keep doing this.”

“What am I doing?” he shot back, his tone dripping with frustration. “I’m just looking out for you.”

“No,” she said firmly, stepping back out of his hold. “You’re being possessive and jealous, and I’m tired of it. You can’t just claim me like this when you haven’t even made it clear what we are.”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, but before he could respond, she spun on her heel and walked off, needing space to cool down.

Charles found her later in her room, quiet place and away from the noise and chaos of the party. She was leaning against the railing, staring out at the dark waves, her face set in frustration.

He approached slowly this time, his voice softer. “Y/N, we need to talk.”

She turned to face him, crossing her arms. “What now, Charles? Another lecture about how I shouldn’t talk to anyone but you?”

He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable. “It’s not like that. I just… I don’t like the way they look at you.”

“Charles,” she said, exasperated, “they’re my friends. You can’t keep acting like this.”

“I’m acting like this because you’re mine,” he shot back, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened. “Yours? You’ve never even said that before.”

His hand cupped her cheek, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve always been mine, Y/N. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

*****

The air between them crackled with tension, the frustration and possessiveness finally boiling over into something neither of them could stop. Charles leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with a mix of need and apology, as if he were trying to convey everything he couldn’t say in words.

Their relationship is a total mess, isn’t it? They keep saying they’re just close friends because they’ve known each other since they were kids, but let’s be real—it’s way more than that. Basically, they’re in that 'friends with benefits' situation everyone talks about now.

Yeah, they’ve done everything that comes with it. For them, sex is just another part of it all. They don’t do it super often, but a few times a month? Definitely. And honestly, they’re chill with it. They’ve got this unspoken agreement, no strings, no drama-they wish-.

“Je suis à toi,” he murmured against her lips, his French accent making the words feel like a promise. I’m yours.

His kisses moved along her jaw and down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands settled on her hips, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t bear the thought of any distance between them.

Charles stopped their kiss to stare at Y/N's messy body with the dress that had been lifted up to her hips. The view in front of him was too good for Charles. He had never not admired Y/N's body. He did not expect that the body of the little girl he had seen in the shower together had now turned into a sculpted perfection body.

Charles' body came closer again. His hand landed on Y/N's boobs and squeezed gently.

Ahh," Y/N sighed as Charles squeezed her boobs. Her hands rested on the man's shoulders. Without warning Y/N's erect nipples were enveloped in Charles' warm mouth. Y/N's fingers grabbed Charles' messy hair. She loved it when Charles' mouth skilfully played with her nipples and occasionally sucked on them "Sshhh don't bite Charls," Charles' bite made Y/N feel pain and pleasure at the same time.

Charles positioned himself in the middle of Y/N's thighs. He spat on his hand and wiped it on the head of his cock before pounding the inside of Y/N's pussy.

"Ahh," they both sighed together when Charles' cock was fully inside Y/N's pussy.

"You're squeezing." Charles said as he felt the sensation of his cock being squeezed.

"Please move," pleaded Y/N. She hugged Charles' body tightly.

Charles sucked on Y/N's ear lobe as his hips pumped the girl's pussy relentlessly. Because of the heat of their activities, the air flow in one of the rooms on Charles' yacht seemed to be running low. Even though they were using a low-temperature air conditioner.

Y/N's legs linked around Charles' hips made his cock sink deeper into her warm, slippery hole.

Using her fingers, Charles lifted Y/Ns head up. His lips reached for Y/N's plum lips. The only lips that only he could enjoy.

Charles pulled his lips away from Y/N's nipples which were red and wet from his actions. He straightened his body "Ssshh I'm coming,"

Like an alarm tone, Charles accelerated the intensity of his movements.

"Aaaahhhh," the long, satisfied sounding moan came out of both of their mouths. They both even closed their eyes. Y/N who was under Charles was just quietly enjoying Charles' cum that filled her pussy.

His kisses moved along her jaw and down her neck, “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice laced with regret. “I don’t mean to push you away with all this jealousy. I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

*****

They sat together on the deck, wrapped in each other’s arms, the tension finally replaced by a comforting calm.

“You know,” Y/N teased, a small smile tugging at her lips, “you’re kind of ridiculous when you’re jealous.”

Charles chuckled, his fingers brushing through her hair. “I know. I’ll work on it. But you have to admit, it’s only because I care so much.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine. Just… tone it down a little, okay?”

“Deal,” he said, leaning in to kiss her again, this time slow and tender, no possessiveness—just love.

END

[agirlnamedzoya]

When You Hear My Name

Gojo Satoru x reader

Summary: Satoru Gojo was sealed in an unexpected turn of events in the Prison Realm on 31st October, 2018, and you, alongside what was left of the Jujutsu sorcerers you fought side by side with, spend days and nights finding him, until he finally made it out of there. What you didn't know, was that in order to win his freedom, he had to lose something. And unbeknownst to him, the price he had to pay was...the memories of you.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart."

These were the most unexpected and first ever words you heard from the mighty, famed special-grade Satoru Gojo who was to be your classmate, mere hours after you got introduced, with a smirk on his lips and his eyes twinkling behind his glasses as he watched you blush.

And since the day he unlocked the secret to flustering you, he would never let an opportunity slide by.

"Do you know? You're so beautiful, sweetheart."

These were the words you got to hear every single day. While you first found them to be some kind of teasing joke, your heart started to believe him and love him for this.

At any party, whenever you got all dressed up, or at work, your hair flying while your cheeks held the blood from fighting curses, or even at home, in your messy state, he always told you how beautiful you looked to him.

When you once drew him, he said, observing your work, "I used to think that's impossible, but you make me look even more dashing than I could be."

"That's because that's how I see you in my eyes. Absolutely perfect."

He smiled. "I can't even attempt to draw you. That's because you're so beautiful, I can't capture it completely."

You were a flaming red mess at this.

You imagined a life with him. One full of happiness, where he said the same line to you every morning. Coming from him, you'd never get tired of those words. Just like you'd never get tired of him.

Your dreams all shattered with the Shibuya incident. You were on your knees, tear-struck face watching all the city go up in flames, Yuji screaming Gojo's name, and then the Headquarters announcing him a conspirator.

He was sealed in the Prison Realm. And you had no purpose in life left for you if he isn't there anymore. You are going to bring him home, even if it's the last thing you'll do.

You were among the many sorcerers, watching as Yuji and Hana attempt to break the seal, and somewhere, far, Satoru Gojo is released.

You, wanting to believe the news of his release, knew you couldn't rest until you saw him.

And one day, your wish came true.

You felt a new life and soul breathed into you when you saw the familiar head of white hair walk by you. Once inside the building where Yuji and his comrades were taking residence, you run after him.

"Satoru!"

He turned back to see you, running towards him. He smiled.

"Satoru, I missed you so much!" you cry as you barge into him.

While his arms do embrace you, his next words shake your world.

"That's nice of you, but have we met before?"

You break apart, and you stare into his sincere, blue eyes. No joke.

"You don't...know me? Y/N L/N?"

He closes his eyes in wonder. "I'm sorry, but...I really have no clue. Though, I am charmed to meet you, Y/N."

He forgot you.

The Prison Realm took you away from him.

And even though you'll still love him anyways, you'll still make a new life, new memories with him, it broke you apart to see a man in whose story you didn't exist, but who was your entire story.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I must have been mistaken."

"No, no, I would like you to come and see me again." He grinned. "Because, I wanted to tell you, you're so beautiful, sweetheart."

And Satoru Gojo had no idea why the eyes of the girl in front of him brimmed with tears as her jaw dropped and she covered her face while her body shook with sobs. And what surprised him most was when she held his hands and repeated the same things.

"Keep telling me this all my life," you whisper into his hands, "because you're mine, you're mine, you're mine..."

You'll make him remember someday, that no matter what happens, you'll always be his beautiful sweetheart.

[seravphs]

sick in the head

Gojo and Geto try marriage counseling because the therapist is hot.

wc — 1.5k

tags — obviously this is not how therapy actually works, imagine clocking into work and these two supervillains show up I’d quit

“You need serious help,” Shoko says, somewhat kindly as she observes Gojo on the phone with his favorite criminal. He’s just started his twenty minute break from tracking his residuals all over the world, trying to minimize the harm he’s causing without actually being willing to kill him. 

She’s either joking or completely serious. It’s hard to tell with Shoko. Maybe a little bit of both? 

“Huh?” Gojo says, a little peeved she’s taking his attention away from Geto. 

“I said, you need serious help. The professional kind. I looked up a therapist for you.”

Gojo’s expression clears with understanding - then annoyance. “I told you I didn’t need a shrink. Nothing wrong with my brain, anyway.” 

Shoko loves her friends, she really does, but sometimes she walks a fine line between healing and the opposite of healing.

“Just try it,” she says. She’s smarter than to try and rationalize with him. “It’s a couple’s counselor. Maybe you could see Suguru more if you sell him on it.” 

Hook, line, sinker. It was so easy to get them to cooperate when it came to each other. They were so convinced that they were unreadable to anyone but themselves, but they always forgot Shoko had been there too. All three years she had been on the outside looking in, watching the glances they cast at each other. Sometimes, she felt like she understood them more than they understood each other. 

She had always been there, silently watching. Just because they didn’t realize it didn’t mean her presence was negligible. She loved them anyway, despite knowing she was a third, and thirds were always the leftovers tacked onto a pair. 

That was how love worked. It didn’t really matter whether or not Gojo would Geto over her, or vice versa. They were her friends. She’d watch out for them. 

“Here,” she says, handing Gojo a business card. “She’s a friend, so be nice, okay?”

Gojo whistled at the picture on the clean, embossed cardstock. “I can be better than nice.” 

Shoko squints at him. “You’re disgusting. You’re going to meet her with your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, and?” He smiled wolfishly, with teeth. “I know Suguru’s type.” 

Geto Suguru was in the middle of taking a bath when his best friend and mortal enemy appeared next to him, right when he blinked. Most people would’ve screamed. Geto was not most people. Most people were not that close to Gojo Satoru. 

“I’m showering,” he said mildly. “Get out or pass me the soap.” 

Gojo does neither of these things, because when has Gojo ever listened to anyone. “Look at this,” he said, flapping a tiny rectangle of paper on his face. 

Geto sighed and lifted pruney fingers to the offending object. It had been a long day of scamming non-sorcerers and wreaking general havoc, but of course Gojo couldn’t let him rest, on top of working overtime to undo his work. He only let the bitterness of going up against a natural prodigy consume for a moment before he remembered where he was. 

The epsom salts had been a gift from Mimiko and Nanako. No matter how irritated he was, they worked magic. His muscles could never stay tense while he soaked in the perfumed water, and he relaxed into the tub again. 

The card was nicely made. It was clearly expensive, crisp black ink of thick white paper. What caught his eye, however, was the portrait on the front. The smile was sweet, sincere. He checked the business card again. A marriage counselor - that made sense. 

“Why are you showing me this?” Geto frowned. “Is this a proposal? I’m not accepting this. You can do better.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Gojo says. “Isn’t she hot?”

Geto hums in agreement. “Yeah. Nice smile.” 

“Should we…?”

“I don’t have time for games, Satoru.” 

“Think about it,” he says. “It can be like the good old days. You and me, the dream team. When we worked together, no one ever said no to us.”

“She’s a marriage counselor. You shouldn’t be playing these types of games with her.”

“Don’t act like you’re such a goody two shoes,” Gojo said, rolling his eyes. “It’s just me. Drop the theatrics.”

Geto let a smile tug at his lips, feeling strangely pleased that he saw through him so easily. “Say I agree. Then what?”

They hadn’t worn suits in a long time, but Gojo insisted. He wanted to make a good impression and-

“Ladies love a man in a suit,” he said, unbuttoning his top two buttons. 

“Slut,” Geto said lovingly. He leaned over to press a light kiss to the collarbones that now peeked out of the gape of his shirt. 

Gojo flushed, the tips of his ears turning a pale pink. Geto reached up to tug lovingly at them, and then smooth down stray pale hairs. He was more relaxed than Gojo was about the situation, but he still wanted to look nice. 

It had been years since they had done this. There was a part of him that wanted to prove that he still had it. 

Gojo strode into the office like he owned. Geto followed after, trying his best to remember what it was like to look apologetic. There wasn’t much he was sorry for, nowadays. 

You look up, startled. Your patients were sometimes early, but never this early. It was almost enough to make you worry that you’d gotten the time wrong, but you were meticulous with new patients. They had picked a good time - you didn’t have any patients scheduled before them, otherwise you’d have to kick them out immediately. As it was, you were still considering it. 

“Mr. Gojo? Mr. Geto?”

The one with white hair shivered a little. A strange expression crossed his face, almost delighted, if there was anything to be delighted about while sitting on the opposite of a marriage counselor’s desk with your significant other. 

“Suguru is fine,” the dark haired one said. 

“Call me Satoru,” the one with white hair agreed. 

Suguru and Satoru. Even their names fit well together. You tried not to judge anything until you got the fuller picture, but you always tried to be optimistic unless you had reason to believe otherwise. People came to you to save their marriages after all. You hoped you could do the same for these two. 

Satoru sits down in the armchair across from you. He’s the showy one, with that bone white hair and piercing blue eyes. Accordingly, he picks the emerald green velvet, as brilliant as a peacock’s feathers. 

Suguru chooses the left hand chair, a little less eye grabbing. It’s a cool dove grey, the fabric soft to the touch. 

Sitting like this, they look good together. They seem comfortable too, coming in together smiling and laughing. You wonder what they’re here for. 

“There’s still twenty minutes until the session starts,” you tell them. 

“Oh, I know,” Satoru says. “But I thought it would be nice to get to know the woman that’s going to be picking apart our brains. Look, I even brought a peace offering.” 

He presses a box of expensive sweets in your direction. 

“I can’t accept gifts,” you tell him regretfully. “And I won’t be doing anything of the sort to your brains.” 

“I went through all this trouble to get them though!”

“Satoru, don’t be a baby,” Suguru says. “She clearly said no. I told you so, anyway. It’s not my fault you can’t listen.” 

Satoru bristles. “Oh yeah? Why don’t we-“

“Please don’t fight,” you cut in. “I can’t take gifts these expensive, but once we get to know each other better, it’s okay to be more comfortable with me. Is that alright?”

“Fine, fine,” Satoru says with an easy going smile, pleased as if he hadn’t been irate just seconds earlier. 

Suguru’s anger takes a moment to dispel, but the clouds clear from his face nearly as quickly. Scary. It seems like you have your work cut out for you. 

You can already tell they’re the kind of people that’ll be hard to direct, so you accept the extra twenty minutes they’ll get out of you. Satoru seems like a Karen, and you’re not in the mood to deal with a back and forth right now. You’ll just lock your doors next time and let them in when you’re ready. 

Against your will, you find yourself drawn into conversation with them. Satoru and Suguru play off each other so seamlessly it almost feels like they’re working as a team to disarm you, to make you feel at ease smiling and laughing along with them, but that can’t be true. They’re here for marriage counseling - surely they can’t be such a cohesive unit. 

The alarm rings. You sit straight up, startled, and try to ignore the way Satoru laughs like he thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world. 

This is going to be a long session. 

[xmads-omensx]

Stare

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: swearing, allusions to smut, allusions to dom! Noah

Tags: @shayeanna-ashlie @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @supersquirrel1996 @tosoundlessdarkistare @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @klutzy-kay24 @heyyoplayer @lacy1986  @dominuslunae @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @chey-h @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp @heyyoplayer @overmydeadbodysblog @chey-h @illmakeyousaywow  @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @dsireland86 @missduffsblog  @littlebear423 @blade-dressed-in-red @rumoured-whispers @dontwantthemoney @kait16xo @eclipseeetop @xxkittenkissesxx @theanarchymuse95 @blackveilomens @lil-garbitch @lilgarbitch

Thanks @alwaysfightforwhoyouare for the idea, sorry it took so long lmao (i put it in my drafts and forgot all about it lol)

Matt was a very close friend of yours since meeting him through Noah.

The two of you rapidly became attached at the hip, causing mischief and complete havoc both on and off tour.

Noah liked that you were so comfortable around his friends.

What he didn't like, however, was the sight of you and Matt sat at the sound booth together.

You would laugh at something he said, slapping his shoulder or chest playfully whilst leaning your head back.

Matt never was discreet at stealing glances at you, especially not when Noah was around. You didn't care though. You were dating Noah so you thought Matt's glances were harmless in the grand scheme of things.

Noah didn't agree.

You looked up at the stage, wiping tears from your eyes from laughing so hard at Matt's shitty raccoon joke, and staring right at you was a very angry Noah.

"Oh shit. You are so fucked." Matt had laughed.

You swallowed harshly as you watched Noah pace the stage whilst still staring at you, like a predator stalking its prey.

He tensed his biceps as he paced, his stare not faltering from where you and Matt sat, but he only looked at you.

Just from watching him you knew that his performance of Dethrone was going to be.... intense to say the least.

[balrogballs]

pushing ur doors open like aragorn entering helms deep MADAM BALLS. I MUST INFORM YOU. MY SISTER WAS BETA READING FIC FOR ME AND AT THE FIRST MENTION OF ARWEN SHE COMMENTED "ASSALAMUALAIKUM SISTER ARWEN". THE CULTURAL IMPACT OF FATHER BALLS CANNOT BE OVERSTATED

I’M FUCKING SCREAMING 😭

Baba Balls is very much enjoying his moment in the spotlight, has asked me for updates on “my hit tweet” twice, and was actually annoyed that I forgot about and thus didn’t mention his followup to the hijabi Arwen joke, which was that he made a comment along the lines of “ah, see, now her father also has reverted now, alhamdulillah elf-bhai, god be with you but no need to go so far as wearing full burqa, that’s a bit too much now” when we got to the bit where Elrond (elf-bhai = brother elf, because Balls Sr to this day is convinced his name is just “elf”) makes his dramatic entrance in his long black hooded cloak at the Narsil bit, and said omission is apparently unforgivable of me 🙏🏽

[cheruv-ii]

Going to respond to this by numbered points because its easiest for me.

1.Me "glossing over" things, if I forgot things I apologize, however nothing I said was meant to ignore certain points. Yes, children are in the fandom, children are gonna look at things with big eyes, however, you do still have to understand that this is simply a little award thing with no basis to it, when I say people are taking it too seriously, I mean I have seen the behind the scenes where people have genuinely attacked Salem for it. People have been taking this too seriously, there is no loss to it, I'm sorry if that sounds rude but its just how it is.

2.The kpop comment was a joke, I was making a comment on how every kpop award is based on voting, I know these are not at all comparable.

3.Obviously there are going to be some "Bad apples", but as Salem said, they didn't know there was a way to turn it off, and yes, they did have trust in the fandom. Comparing erasure and homophobia to a few people rigging a vote is a little crazy, I will not lie to you.

4.I didn't get rarepairs confused with anything, rarepairs can be used to refer to any pair. Yes, certain crackships CAN be rarepairs, being a crackship does not mean it can't be a rarepair. Rarepair has never been about canon x canon, it has simply been a rarepair. Ntm, if people were upset about Luciben being considered, they should've dmed Salem beforehand, not made multiple comments, reblogs, and attacks after the results came out, that doesn't help anyone. When Eljack and other ships like that were first created and referred to as a rarepair, they WERE unpopular, and were considered rarepairs. I don't think Soyonlynn is a rarepair, but I'm not making multiple posts about it because as you mentioned, it is an opinion.

5.I'm sorry Salem for what I'm about to say, but Salem's acc really is not popular enough for this to be a thing that boosts someones tumblr career. This isn't a p*wdiepie jacksepticeye situation where Salem has millions of followers, its a very small tumblr award done by a very small tumblr acc. Yes I understand kids could look at it as something bigger than it is, but just like you believe that me saying to sit back isn't a good response, I believe that telling them that they should be upset over this isn't a good response.

Tl;dr, if people had issues with the categories and nominess, they should've been brought to Salem in private, not waited until after the results were in to make multiple posts and comments about it. Yes, this award could mean something more to someone, but in the end there really is no loss to it and some of the responses really are not necessary.

Edit:If any of what I'm saying is coming off as rude or disrespectful, I really do not mean it that way, I find it very hard to convey tone over text. None of this is meant to downplay how anyone feels, simply a matter of I have seen some very rude responses Salem has got and these reblogs are the only ways I can properly respond to those, even if the people I'm responding to directly aren't the ones being rude.

CC/CT Tumblr Awards Final Results

Thank you all for participating in the awards. These awards were created as a way for the fandom to have fun and interact with creators that they may not have seen before, while also giving thanks to all creators in this fandom. Whether you write, draw, edit or create headcanons and memes for all to enjoy you are a vital part of the camp cretaceous/chaos theory fandom and the fandom would be much duller without you. Whether you have received an award or not you are a truly valued member of this community.

The winner of each award will be announced in the reblogs of this post.

[nerdycheol]

Hii!! Can I request Vernon + "Is everything a joke to you?"

I'm a killer for angst and I just love crying to it 😭😭

😭 i am a sucker for angst anon, here is your request i hope i did justice to your thought --

The clock on the wall ticked loudly, its rhythm amplifying the emptiness in the room. You sat at the table, a half-melted candle in the center, next to a cake you had spent all afternoon making. Your phone sat beside you, untouched, except for the countless times you had checked it, hoping for a message or a call.

It was your anniversary—three years together—and you’d thought tonight would be different. You’d planned something simple, something special. But the dinner had gone cold, the wine unopened, and Vernon still wasn’t here.

When the front door finally opened, the sound of his footsteps was so familiar that it almost hurt. You didn’t turn around, not at first, letting him fumble with his shoes and sigh as he dropped his bag on the floor.

“Hey,” he said, his tone casual, as if he hadn’t just walked in two hours late.

You turned slowly, your face unreadable, though your chest felt like it might cave in from the weight of everything you’d been holding in. “You’re late.”

He blinked, glancing at the table for the first time. His eyes landed on the candle, the untouched food, the cake. “Oh.”

“Oh?” you repeated, your voice calm but trembling at the edges. “That’s all you have to say?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, already defensive. “I got caught up at the studio. I told you it might run late.”

“You didn’t tell me it would be this late,” you replied, your voice sharper now. “And you didn’t even think to call or text?”

Vernon sighed, clearly irritated. “I didn’t realize it was such a big deal. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been late.”

“No,” you said bitterly, standing now. “It’s not the first time. That’s exactly the problem, Vernon. It’s always like this.”

He frowned, his brows knitting together. “You’re overreacting. I didn’t miss anything that important—”

You cut him off, your voice breaking. “Not that important? Do you even realize what today is?”

He opened his mouth, hesitating for a moment, and you saw it—his realization. The flicker of guilt in his eyes. But it wasn’t enough.

“God,” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. “You forgot. Again.”

“I didn’t forget,” he said quickly, but the lie was too obvious, too weak. “I just... lost track of time.”

“That’s not the same thing!” you yelled, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “You always have an excuse, Vernon. Every time. And I always let it go because I tell myself you didn’t mean to, that you’re just busy, that you’ll do better next time. But there’s always a next time. And I’m always the one sitting here, waiting, hoping you’ll finally prove me wrong.”

“Come on,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like, Vernon?” you demanded, stepping closer. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels like I’m the only one trying in this relationship. Is everything a joke to you?”

His head snapped up at your words, and for a moment, something flashed in his eyes—guilt, maybe, or frustration. But it wasn’t enough.

“I’m not joking,” he said quietly, though the defensiveness lingered in his tone. “You’re acting like I don’t care, but I do. I just... I have other things going on, too.”

“Right,” you said, your voice hollow. “And I’ll always come second to those things, won’t I?”

He didn’t answer, and the silence stretched between you, heavier than any words could have been.

You exhaled shakily, wiping at your eyes. “You know what? I’m done. I can’t keep doing this, Vernon. I can’t keep hoping you’ll show up for me, only to be disappointed every time.”

“Wait,” he said, stepping toward you, his voice cracking. “Don’t do this. We can talk about it.”

“We’ve talked about it,” you said, your tone firm despite the tears threatening to fall. “And nothing ever changes. I love you, Vernon, but I can’t keep loving someone who doesn’t love me enough to even try.”

[imagine-papyrus]

imagine papyrus comes out as pansexual and sans calls him panpyrus

"NEVERMIND I'M STRAIGHT AGAIN!!"

"congrats bro."

"THANK YOU!! BUT ALSO DOUBLE NEVERMIND BECAUSE I'M PAN!!"

"nice t' meetcha pan."

"SANS!!"

"nah i'm ace"

"WELL CONGRATULATIONS ON FINDING OUT THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF ACE!!"

"you too pan."

[robinson-graves]

"Anyway, you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself And you don't want no help, oh well" That's the story to tell.

[panharmonium]

funniest and most heartwarming thing i rediscovered on my rewatch is when karin roasts sakura about poisoning naruto and then kakashi, who loves all of his kids very much and understands their behavior and isn’t upset with them about their choices but has also been under ABSURD amounts of stress for all of season 10, just bursts out laughing ❤️

[24-05txt]

Little teaser for my entry in the @soapjournalzine 💪 text in alt!

[cconfusedkat]

Never underestimate the sheer power.... of a single kiss .....

And clearly Shamura underestimated their partner ,, theyre like a sad dog waiting for their spouse to come home </3

[feelo-fick]

Headcanon: Chilchuck and his Bad Takes on Literature

i think chilchuck would be like my mom in the sense that he wouldnt like sad stories. dont get me wrong, cautionary tales? absolutely fine. they serve a purpose to him which is to tell people "dont be an idiot and do this or else something bad will happen"

generally sad or angsty stories though? no point to him, and in his perspective its really confusing how people just read things that make them sad. like whats the use of reading something if its just gonna make you sad. whats the lesson? its not even real so it doesnt help anyone.

whats the point in making yourself cry when you could just avoid that entirely by not reading it at all?

but the one of the biggest reasons why sad stories exist is to let you release all the built up grief in you. to send you something to let out all your emotions in a healthy way. catharsis. empathy.

even when i dont relate to the tragic experiences in some stories, several ones ive read have lead me to realize that im in a bad situation or that im following in the footsteps of the character suffering. its like a wake up call.

and making yourself cry isnt inherently a bad thing. if crying allows you to let go of building pressure and tension in you then thats good!

but chil wouldnt see that. of course he wouldnt, hes avoidant of most situations that would allow him to release emotion, and fearful of letting his mature (read: repressed) persona slip.

hes someone that runs away to quick comforts and distractions at the earliest sign of issue. hes already been in too many horrifying situations, dealing with another is a pain. and he knows denying everything and refusing to look at the situation doesnt help, but it definitely provides a quick and easy happiness in the comfort of ignorance.

because of this, reading something made to make one empathize with and confront these bad emotions is defeating the point of his cowering. if he faces his issues, even if only through the perspective of a story, he'd have to deal with acknowledging that things are bad and need fixing, and he'd feel terrible and guilty in the moment - which of course is the worst thing that could happen to a person (his thought, not mine).

which is why i find the concept of him being/becoming a tragedy himself at the same time as this headcanon soooo interesting. imagine the irony of him bashing on the protagonists of tragic stories for acting on emotion and impulse rather than logic, when he himself has fallen victim to irrational thinking while in grief.

cause... thats what people do when they grieve. they lash out, make bad decisions, ruin themselves, ruin others.

for a tragedy to be prevented, the protagonists would have to change fundamental parts of themselves, and act perfectly rational when under extreme stress. and chilchuck holds himself to these kinds of unrealistic standards because he unwittingly believes he can handle it all.

he cant, obviously. we see it for ourselves in his relationship with his wife. they were doomed from the beginning by chils already-established avoidance and lack of emotional vulnerabiltiy (and whatever else his wife had going on).

this is all just to say that if you told him about orpheus and eurydice, he'd probably be one of those idiots trying to point out the "plot hole" that he couldve "just not looked back" and "just trusted her"

i dont understand. whats the point in reading tragedies? the protagonist is stupid, anyways. why would you take bitter medicine? why subject yourself to that?

i think its just a bad story.

[qcomicsy]

I have the controversial opinion that maybe, just maybe we stop wanting to go after people with pitchforks for getting characters wrong and not reading the comics inviting them to easy and accessible ways of and making our own content with comic accurate representation

people might feel less anxious about starting comics and misinformation won't spread as easily

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Jews in skyrim 👁️👁️