#i know ideally i would not give a shit but unfortunately i still think hard on how much virtual space my stuff takes up

[sp0o0kylights]

Wayne takes in a Beat to Shit Steve Harrington after Starcourt as n Owed Favor to Hopper Part 4

Part Three: link

First Chapter (parts 1-3 on tumblr) on A03: Link

The kid was madder than a wet hen.

Just as slippery as one too, when he got like this--music pulsing like a living thing to signal all his rage and upset. 

Not like Wayne hadn’t expected it. 

He just wished it wasn’t quite so damn loud. 

The music had started up almost immediately after Eddie had stormed to his room, startling Steve awake and nearly making Wayne curse for it.

Normally it was a good thing--music meant Eds was willing to listen instead of heading for the hills.  

Normally, they didn't have a house guest who looked like he'd gone ten rounds with a bear.

They had a routine for this, was the thing and the music was a key part of it. It worked all the edges off for Wayne, and he'd long figured out that about thirty minutes was a the perfect length of time for Eddie to stew before he could actually talk things through.

Given the hand Harrington put to his forehead, Wayne wasn't eager to give him that thirty minutes.

Not when Steve deserved little peace he could have.

Unfortunately, so did Eds. 

Still.

 Strutting through the door and demanding to talk right now was a bad move and so, with a sympathetic look given to Steve, Wayne did what he did best

Gave space.

Let Eddie rage, as Wayne got up and shuffled about the kitchen.

Pulled out the soft earplugs he pretended weren’t there for Eds to steal (playing that damn loud guitar all the time could not be good for his ears) and offered them to Steve, before making two cups of what Wayne privately thought was the Munson “chitchat” drink. 

One cup of hot water, one packet swiss miss, a small amount of maple syrup drizzled in, topped with little marshmallows they reserved for these types of situations. 

Wayne took his time with it, thinking through what he wanted to say. 

‘I understand that this is a screen door on a submarine kind of situation...’ 

Nope. 

‘Son I know you hate listening to anyone for anything but this is serious...’ 

Absolutely not--that would end up with the boy bolting for sure. 

‘Ed’s, I love you but could we please turn Ozzy off while we talk? That man wails louder than any damn cat I have ever met.’

That one was purely self indulgent, mostly because the wall was starting to shake. 

Wayne put the finishing touches on the cocoa before staring at both of them. 

Perhaps if he stared the Garfield mug in its eyes hard enough, the right words would come through. 

They did not.

He kept trying, standing there long enough for the cocoa to reasonably have cooled and for Eddie’s song to flip over to something with more screaming in it than singing. 

Wayne supposed that this was the hardest part of being a parent. You just didn’t get to have the magical one liner. The right thing to say at just the right time.  

The joke that would ease all the tension and let things progress forward nice and easy.

Instead, you got to fumble your way through the dark with a flashlight up your ass and hope you were going in the right-ish direction. Ideally without making things worse. 

Wayne was here though, and that had to count for something. 

(Knew it counted for something--because Eddie was still here. 

They had cleared hurdles far higher than this when it came to trust. They’d get through this too, come what may. 

Steve too.)

“Can I just ask,” Eddie started, aggressive as always when Wayne finally gave in and entered his room, feeling all sorts of awful for the migraine Steve had to have, “what the absolute fuck is happening?” 

Sure as fire he was sitting on his bed, leg bouncing a mile a minute.

An unlit cigarette hung between two fingers, looking a little chewed on, but otherwise undisturbed--as it should be, because one of Wayne’s few rules was that smoke stayed outside the house. 

“You could.” Wayne said loudly but agreeably, as he turned himself around and dropped down next to his kid.  

Held out the Garfield mug, and was happy when it was taken from him. 

“Figured you might have other things to say, though.” 

Likely a lot of things. 

It was as good an opening as any, and his kid didn’t disappoint, launching right to it. 

“Why is he here and not at a hospital?”

 ‘Here’ was punctuated by Ed’s hand winging towards the door, and while it wasn’t the righteous fury Wayne expected, it was at least, an easy answer to give. 

“Steve has some people looking for him. Bad people. Hospital makes him an easy target.” 

Wayne was still talking loud. Could only hear Eddie himself because he was looking at the kid’s lips more than he was actually hearing his voice. 

Eddie took that in, swallowing it about as well as he’d swallowed anything he hadn’t liked. 

And thank the stars above, he finally reached a hand out and turned the music down. Not a lot--Steve wouldn’t be able to hear them over all this--but enough that Wayne didn’t have to struggle. 

“We’re hiding him from the cops now?!” Ed’s spat. 

“Cops know he’s here. Hopper’s the one who asked me to take him.” Wayne reminded him, because it was the truth. 

Not the full truth, but given how Ed’s pissed off half the local PD on a good day, Wayne absolutely did not want to see his nephew take on Federal Agents.

(Particularly not the kind who were going ‘round killing kids.) 

“So--what?” Eddie yanked hard on his hair, a gesture that looked less intentional and more like he was trying to fight his own anger down. “Hopper just called you up and said ‘Hey, we had a whoopsie with the rich kid, the hospital’s not safe anymore. Can we stash him with you for a few days?” 

Wayne nodded once, slow-like. 

Always remembered how too fast movements had made Eddie flinch and jerk back when was littler, and given the way Steve was looking, figured it was a good time to be cautious again. 

“He did.”

“And you just--agreed? Just like that!?” 

“I did.” 

He pretended not to see Eddie boggle at him at the simple admission, so furious that he seemed to struggle for words when he normally had too many to say. 

Wayne took advantage. 

“We did talk a bit more than that, I’ll admit.”

Ed’s scoffed. “About the weather I’m sure.” 

“‘Bout trust.” 

Eddie blinked at that. 

“Trust.” He echoed flatly. 

“What have I always told you? People like to ask you to trust them, but you they don’t get to have it until--” 

“They provide proof or a reason.” Eddie finished with an eyeroll. “So which did Hopper provide then?”

Wayne took a noisy sip of his coca. Smacked his lips a little before saying: “Both.” 

Didn’t bother to say anything else, because he knew Eddie would finish the thought for him. 

“One of them was me, wasn’t it.” 

Eds didn’t say it like a question, but Wayne hummed in agreement anyway. 

He wasn’t gonna shame his boy, but he wasn’t gonna sugar coat Eddie’s involvement in this either. Not when he’d already admitted that was half the reason Hopper had gone to Wayne to begin with. 

“No one is expecting Steve to be here.” He said, seeing the chance to hammer home the most important part of this entire shitshow. “So long as no one finds out he’s here, he’ll be safe. Everyone will be safe.” 

Steve from the Feds who were hunting him for while he was busy being involved in shit he couldn’t control and Eddie because he had a mouth that most people didn’t like. 

Not small town people anyway, and absolutely not authority figures with guns. 

“Who’s even after him?” Eddie was theatrical as always, hands waving away as he talked. “Did he make a deal with the mob? Piss off some other rich guy? I know it’s not anything drug related, I’d have heard about it by now.” 

After years of experience, Wayne knew exactly how far to lean away to stay out of range, too used to his nephew talking with his entire body.

“That’s his story to tell ya, Ed’s. It ain’t mine. Same way it ain’t my place to tell him your story.” 

That at least got the boy to think for a minute. Put down that frustration he carried with him all the time, and use the brain they both knew he had. 

“How long is he staying here?”

Wayne shrugged. “Don’t know.” 

Eddie sighed and mockingly mimicked Wayne, taking an obnoxious slurp of his cocoa. “The neighbors are going to notice if he’s here more than a few days. The trailer park isn’t exactly big.” 

“They didn’t notice that time you decided to make fireballs with the cooking spray and about blew up half the driveway. Don’t think they’re gonna notice someone being quiet in the house.” 

Eddie snorted, and probably rolled his eyes again, not that Wayne could see it given the kid was looking into his own mug as he thought it all through. 

Wayne sat with him as he processed. 

Eds worked at his own pace with things, and while life at large might be against that, Wayne was happy to let him do it. Found it easier that way, then trying to poke and prod and force him like so many father figures did. 

Wayne’s patience was rewarded not even a full minute later, when Eddie turned to him and asked; 

“What if he finds out?”  

This in a quieter voice. An unsure one--words and body hunching in a way unlike the Eddie the world outside knew, but very much like the little boy Wayne had brought inside his home. 

It took Wayne  a moment to connect the dots--he’d been speaking out of the place parents and authority figures often do, and in doing so hadn’t thought much of the fact his nephew had a real secret. 

The kind small town minds didn’t like--and would kill him over. 

This all wasn’t about Wayne taking in Steve, he realized abruptly.  It was that Steve being here meant Eddie couldn’t be himself. 

Could not relax in a place he was accepted for who he was, because Wayne knew and made sure Eddie understood he was wanted here, had a place here, regardless of who he loved. 

Now, Wayne had gone and removed it.

‘Shit.’ 

“He won’t.” Wayne said. 

Knew that wasn’t enough, and so, promised: “But if he does, I’ll make sure he understands his safety here relies on your own.” 

Ed’s chin jerked in a nod, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment before the boy did as he often did when he wanted a hug but felt too awkward to ask for one, and tipped himself into Wayne’s side. 

“Thanks old man.” Eddie whispered into his shoulder and not for the first time, Wayne wished things were easier for the poor kid as he put his mug in one hand and hugged his kid with the other. 

Hoped that in the future, it would be.

Even if he had to force everyone and everything coming after him--and now Steve--to do it.

(Wondered vaguely, how bad it was that he was already getting as protective as Steve as he was of his own kid.

Probably very, given his kid clearly hated Harrington.)

xXx

Wayne took the first night of Steve’s stay off.

He wasn’t the type to use his PTO lightly. Was used to rationing it for any possible thing Eddie might need him for.

A night up sick when he was younger, to a night spent chasing him down during some of their bad spots--but the last year or so Wayne had slowly realized he hadn’t had to use it much.

He was still careful with it though, precious as it was, and was thankful for it now as it ensured his nephew didn’t murder their house guest. 

Or at the very least, didn't sit there pecking at him.

The kid might've failed English a few times, but he had a real gift with words and an even better one with insults.

(Wayne wasn't quite clear on what all the "King" jabs were about, and absolutely did not get why Steve looked far more hurt at the comment about his "sad ass floppy hair" but given the increasingly flat look Steve was throwing Eddie's way, Wayne figured it couldn't be anything good.)

Thankfully a pointed reminder about Steve's injuries had finally gotten them all some peace, enough for Harrington to drop back to sleep--and for Wayne to realize he looked a little too dead while he did it to be comfortable getting any sleep himself.

The kids chest barely moved, and that it ate at Wayne’s until he got up and shoved a hand under his nose. 

Felt his breath, and told himself the poor sod was fine. 

Hurt, absolutely, but alive. 

Over and over again, until the sun had made its rotation in the sky, bringing the morning with it.

‘Better than nightmares, I suppose.’ Wayne figured, as exhaustion scraped at his eyelids.

Those Wayne knew, would come later. When Steve’s brain caught up to the rest of him, and stopping dumping survival chemicals through his battered body. 

He'd given up on sleep entirely sometime around 1 am, and now he sat at his small kitchen table, writing out a medication schedule for Harrington so he and the kid both knew when he could have his next Tylenol. 

Wasn’t even halfway through it before Eddie made his typically late appearance and blew through his door. 

Had his back up from the moment he’d stepped a foot in the kitchen and it didn’t take a genius to see he’d worked himself into a snit again.

Unfortunately for him, whatever scenario that imaginative brain of his had cooked up fell flat to the reality that was the poor kid on the couch. 

Steve Harrington was one a hell of a sight.

Didn’t help that he was doing his level best to make himself as small as possible, curled deep into Wayne's ancient couch.

The blankets covered the ribs and hid away most of the damage, but there wasn’t much Steve could do to hide the shiners on his face--or the marks around his neck.  

Not when they’d grown worse overnight, practically inviting questions.

It was almost laughable how quickly Eddie ate whatever words he’d prepared, mouth awkwardly chewing around them as if they were tangible. 

The less-than-sneaky looks he threw at the younger teen were equally amusing, and if Wayne wasn’t trying to peace keep, he’d have given in and chuckled when Eds split attention caused him to pour half his coffee into the sink rather than a cup. 

Looked utterly lost when, after finishing putting his coffee together and grabbing some junk food thing that absolutely was not a breakfast item, he came to stand awkwardly at Wayne's shoulder, openly staring as Steve blatantly ignored him.

Eds didn’t know what to do, and Wayne couldn't blame him. 

Seemed to keep thinking he was going to encounter a boy that likely no longer existed, and whose blood tinged specter just made things sad.

Shit like this, Wayne knew, took a man’s ego and warped it, shaping it to something else entirely. 

At least for Steve, it seemed that getting wrapped up in whatever mess he had had shaped him for the better, instead of pretzeling him into something worse. That, Wayne thought, spoke to the boy's character more than anything he’d done prior. 

(It helped to know what Hopper tolerated and what he didn’t. That he’d vouched for Steve in the same way Wayne knew he’d vouched for Eddie, even if Eddie didn’t yet realize the cop he antagonized so much would do that for him.) 

That didn't erase the history his kid had with Harrington, though.

Wouldn't stop him from seeing the old Steve, first.

‘Don’t you got school?” Wayne asked when he decided Ed had stared enough. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie waved him off, trotting out the door. “Bye old man, house parasite!” 

It was clearly a jab, meant to nettle, but Steve barely acted like he heard it. 

Wayne rolled his eyes. 

“Goodbye, Eds.” He said firmly, much of a warning as he ever gave, and fondly watched his nephew scuttle out the door. 

Turned to see how Steve was taking things, and was once again given a reminder that Steve wasn’t doing a hell of a lot other than feeling his injuries. 

“I think I promised you a game, son.”  Wayne said gently, startling Steve out of the distant, dim look he had trained on the wall. 

It wasn’t a lot to offer in terms of a distraction, but it would have to do.

[anaer]

wip wednesday (june 26 24)

Sukugo, domestic crack rating: about as wholesome as these two get

No one understands how their relationship works. Megumi knows better than to ask questions. Yuuta is just happy that his sensei has someone. The less said about Uraume the better. And Yuuji…well, Yuuji is always some blend of horrified and relieved every time Satoru makes any offhanded mention of his personal life these days.

Satoru once overheard Nobara say to Maki, “I wanna say it’s abusive, but honestly, I’m not even sure who’s abusing who.” He had laughed very loudly at that, and Nobara has, to this day, never looked more embarrassed.

That about sums up everyone else’s thoughts on the perfect disaster that is Gojo Satoru’s attempt at dating Ryoumen Sukuna, though. The only person who actually has the balls to comment on his relationship is, predictably, Suguru.

“Really?” Satoru’s (former) best friend says when he picks up his phone. Not even the decency for a hello. “The King of Curses?”

“Go choke on balls,” Satoru replies easily. “You can’t judge me. You ran a fucking cult.” He hangs up the phone on him.

Suguru calls back.

“And he fucks better than you ever did, too,” Satoru answers to say, and then hangs up again.

Suguru texts: don’t complain to me when you wind up dead.

Satoru replies: jokes on u he’s already killed me twice already.

It’s a complicated relationship, what exists between Satoru and Sukuna.

To be fair, Satoru hadn’t intended to start fucking the worst curse in all history. His plan, when fluke accident by curse user had split the old bastard from Yuuji, had been to kill him. It wasn’t a surprise that Sukuna was really fucking hard to kill, though, and it was even less of a surprise that killing things makes Satoru horny. It turns out they have a lot in common that way. They’d fought, then they’d been making out all of a sudden, and then Sukuna in all his naked, four-armed glory was on top of him, and then—

Well, he’d woken up breathing after. Satoru is still a little pissed that Sukuna killed him when they were done, even if it had been hot.

Even if he’s discovered his soulmate.

Sukuna hates it when Satoru says sappy shit like ‘soulmate’, but Satoru conveniently doesn’t give two fucks what Sukuna thinks about anything. He does, unfortunately, care what Yuuji thinks, though. It is for that reason less than ideal that their affair was discovered like this:

“Gojo-sensei?!” Yuji exclaims. The next second, hands over his eyes, he’s crying. “Why? Why? Why?”

Satoru shoves Sukuna off of him, shooting him a very pointed look that screams, ‘If you try to kill him, I’m going to tear your dick off.’

“Yuuji-kun!” he greets overexuberantly, scrambling to sit up on his desk. He does not scramble for his pants because it does not cross his mind, but later on he realises Yuuji probably would have appreciated that. “Did you need something? Okay, I know this probably looks very weird to you, but don’t mind Sukuna. I know I said I was going to kill him, and I am! He’s just—”

Sukuna, predictably, tries to murder Yuuji before Satoru can even finish talking.

Yuuji squawks as he finds himself teleported out of harm’s way, and Satoru levels Sukuna with an extremely disappointed look. “Was that necessary?” he demands. “Look, you broke half the school buildings!” There is a direct view outside now. And straight to the field, three buildings over. If Satoru cares to look, he can see the second years staring in this direction in alarm. “Yaga’s gonna make me pay for that.” It’s a whine, but it’s deserved.

Sukuna scoffs at him. “Then kill him,” he says bluntly.

“Killing everything doesn’t actually solve all your problems, you know.”

“It shuts you up when you’re being annoying.” Sukuna crosses all four of his arms, and Satoru has called that pouting to his face before.

Right now, Satoru just shoots back, “And yet I’m still not dead.” He leans over to bop Sukuna on the nose and laughs, turning back to Yuuji. “He's adorable.”

“What the fuck,” Yuuji continues to cry. “What the fuck is happening?”

Right, Satoru reminds himself. Yuuji does not and has never considered Ryoumen Sukuna adorable.

Sukuna unfolds his arms and drops a hand on Satoru’s head, half useless threat to tear it off (impossible, but funny to think about), half ruffling his hair. “It’s truly astonishing to me you have the gall to call me adorable, as if you haven’t looked in a mirror lately.”

Satoru beams.

Yuuji sobs. “What is HAPPENING?!”

This is how Satoru ends up with Yaga droning at him for two hours about things that are and are not meant to happen inside of a classroom, and that finding out your teacher is fucking the evil thousand year old curse-sorcerer who had possessed you for the past few months is one of them, or so Yaga repeatedly attempts to impress upon Satoru in between all the shouting and lecturing.

[myristicisms]

@defiant-ex-soldiers || Cloud Strife wrote;;

“ You're joking. ”

Turquoise eyes gleam curiously, confusion flickering within a typically calm expression. The same smile had been offered hundreds - thousands of times before, part of Zack's charm he'd guess, or it would be in better circumstances. As it stood, standing in a bar that he's pretty sure he helped name while staring at a few somewhat familiar backs of heads wasn't the former SOLDIER's ideal way to kill time, but if it meant getting well needed socializing in then he'd simply have to swallow the bitter taste within his mouth and cope.

It was much better than focusing on the judgemental gaze he'd received from passers-by anyways, not like Zack could blame them given his eyes were a damn giveaway of prior affiliations; Death on papers be damned he was still technically a work horse for Shinra at some point in his life and the company didn't exactly show much love for any of the residents within the slums. War hero or not, former first or not, the raven haired man understood far too well the apprehension that was thrown towards him, it was the whispers he wished he could ignore.

How he wished he could simply rip the mako that danced within his blood out, cleanse his body of the enhancements and perhaps then some; Unfortunately it was an ichor that forever lurked within his body, going into overdrive and effectively leaving Zack all the more vulnerable to hushed insults, not like they weren't deserved; The worst though was when his ears would occasionally pick up familiar voices, ones he'd yearned to hear once more but never quite being able to find the ones who they belonged to and tonight just had to be one of those nights.

Fighting the urge to whip his face around to where he'd guess the voice came from was always the hardest part, even if it sounded more biting than the one his mind usually conjured up, and much the same as always, Zack lost that fight quickly. Impulses were one hell of a fight for a man that rarely ever bothered to control them, if he'd learned anything it was to simply give up trying to look less insane around others, not like anyone would notice the frantic way his gaze flickered anyways.

“ Holy shit... ” A whisper, body tensing at familiar tufts of blondes and yet he can't help but feel out of place, those blues weren't familiar at all to him, not in the way Zack had hoped anyways, the glare he felt lingering upon his features made him wish so desperately that he didn't keep his hair slicked back, wished he could hide behind the long raven lock that covered just a sliver of his features. Normally he'd be elated, to finally see a familiar face, or at least one of the faces he's been hoping to see anyways.

Now all he feels is dread. He knows the words are spoken towards him, why else would the blonde be looking in his direction, though now he wonders if Cloud even recognized him, remembered him at all. Is he angry that Zack had disappeared after his battle with the platoon? Or maybe he has no clue who Zack is and he's just as apprehensive towards SOLDIERs as the rest of the folks within the bar. So many thoughts run through his mind and that damned lack of impulse control gets the better of him again, forces his legs to walk towards the shorter man and force an easy going smile upon his face.

“ Usually that comes after I say something stupid, ” His throat feels dry, trying to force words out; Wants to test the waters and see if perhaps his assumption was wrong and maybe Cloud was just shocked he'd be there too, but he can't bring himself to get that confirmation, knows the idea that he'd been forgotten despite doing his damned best to take care of the blonde on their run from Shinra would rip whatever was left of his pride from him and that wasn't something Zack wanted to risk. “ You were staring pretty hard - I think - can I help you with anything? ”

[your-local-hoemie]

This is entirely inspired by the funniest fucking conversation I had in character.Ai with Scara after I randomly pretended to be a worm.

Summary: you ask your wonderful boyfriend if he’d still love you if you were a worm~

Warnings: just Scara giving his attitude and being adowable and pouty, swearing, gn!reader, crack?, fluff, not proof-read

Characters: scaramouche.

“Hey Scara~”

The purple haired boy raised his eyebrow glancing towards you.

He had been with you long enough to immediately pick up on whenever you had some form is mischief planned out and today was definitely one of those times.

“Hm..?”

Letting out a sigh he placed down the book he was reading and turned towards you with a tired expression.

“What is it now?”

“What do you think about worms?”

He stared blankly at you before closing his eyes crossing his arms.

“They're creepy-crawly, slimy and gross. The fact that they can move so fast. Plus, they're usually associated with disease... which I would say is a fairly good reason to have an aversion to them. All in all, Not a fan”

For some reason he decided to entertain your question with a genuine answer which unfortunately just encouraged you to continue your curiosity.

“So you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?”

Scara shot you a glare rolling his eyes as he returned his attention to his book deciding to ignore you.

“Scaraaa~”

you groaned poking at his cheek. An action that would have anyone else forgetting what it’s like to chew solid food.

You heard him let out a little “tch” as he desperately did everything in his power to shrug off his weirdly affection words and hide them with annoyance.

“I guess if it’s you…”

You immediately perk up at his words and taking note of his reaction you knew it was time to take full advantage of the situation as you happily leaned on his desk with the biggest shit-eating-grin your could muster.

“Aw so you’d still date me if I magically got turned into a worm? That’s so sweet Scara~”

“...I mean, it's not ideal, but I guess I could learn to love you as a worm but I find it hard to imagine a situation like that ever coming to play”

You let out a small giggle squishing his cheeks making him look at you. You were really pushing your luck today.

“Sureee but if it did happen then you could carry me around in your pocket!”

“Tch…what you're saying is absurd. It would never happen. But I suppose if it did, I would be inclined to take pity on your pitiful state, and try to make the best of things...which would include carrying you in my pocket”

“You’re absolutely adorable you know that?” Giggling even more you lean in placing a big sloppy kiss on his cheek letting go of his cheeks.

“I’m not adorable! Don’t push it Y/N unless you want me to send Dottore to personally turn you into a worm so you can test your ridiculous questions out for yourself”

Wiping his cheek with his sleeve he turned away from you pouting.

Or at least that’s what he wanted you to think and it definitely wasn’t because he had to save his dignity and hide the blush growing on his face.

Of course he’s still love his little worm as long as his worm is you~

This isn’t my best work as I’m still very run down but I just thought the interaction was cute and wanted to share it couGh cough

[mikareo]

hi!!! i love your account it’s so cute :) can i please request a matchup for jujutsu kaisen? im bisexual & use she/her pronouns <3

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m an isfj & cancer, & i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i like complimenting strangers, and i try to see the best in everything & everyone! though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :) my ideal date would probably be some kind of picnic or a walk in a park on a nice day, i like very aesthetic things ahsjsbsj

please & thank you! have a nice day <3

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...rezqwr!

hi!! i rlly hope u like this character asjkl the pictures i used are so pretty like i'm in awe of them i love this chara sm :) have an amazing day and enjoy reading !!!

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your personality matchup results!

congratulations . . .‧₊˚👒✩MAI ZENIN₊˚💐⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

while i was reading through your information, i was really torn between yuuji and mai. i feel like you and itadori would have a really good base for a relationship— but i decided it would ultimately be platonic, which lead me to pick mai. i think you two would have a lot to give each other, balance wise, and are, in my opinion, the most compatible out of the jujutsu kaisen characters.

mai has such a gentle soul that she hides behind her prickly personality. she doesn't want to show any types of weakness in case there are those who underestimate her, but with you, it's very different. you have open empathy and kindness, something she wishes she could publicly show, and she has so much admiration for how you carry yourself. whether you're comforting a friend or saving a bug from the corner of your kitchen, she's in utter awe with the natural beauty of your heart. as your relationship progresses, she hopes some of that goodness rubs off on her and gives her the courage to show her true self to her peers; which is something that only you can encourage her to do.

a seemingly unfortunate similarity between the two of you, is your resistance to change. while you're more headstrong and opinionated when you aren't happy with the direction a situation is going, mai is more of a pushover. she's too afraid to really say what she thinks and covers up her fear with aggression and insults. with you, however, she has someone who can speak up for her. while you encourage her to state her true feelings, she stands by your side and supports your remarks and occasional 'unreasonable' responses. you're both very aware of your distaste for change, but don't judge the other for it. rather than arguing, you listen to each other and figure out what's bothering both of you; leaning towards healthy conversations instead of toxic ones.

it's tough to get past mai's phony initial persona, but when you really get to know her, you find out that all she wants is to be like all the other girls in japan. she wants to go shopping. she wants to get her makeup done. she wants to laugh and smile with someone she loves without having to worry about curses and whatnot. with you as her companion, she now has the ability to go do these things and having someone to share those memories with. you make her feel like a normal person, and that's the most valuable thing in the world to her.

[fight-the-corn]

TCSFV SBI x reader

The next time I saw him, I really didn't know why he was there. In my room. Again. This time, I'd had another tough night. It wasn't as bad as some of the other nights. I was still healing from a few days ago - I think I sprained my wrist when I tried to catch myself after a particularly bad push. A previous black eye was in the process of healing, which unfortunately meant I had greenish yellow bruising around my eye. I looked like shit, and I knew it. Not a problem though, because nobody would be seeing me, or so I thought.

I walked into my bedroom, and immediately saw the Blade in my bed, leaning against the headboard, sitting on top of the covers. I gasp and do a double take from surprise, then realized it was only him.

"Another hero fight?"

"Nope."

His response took me by surprise. Why would he come here of his own accord? After a moment of processing, I asked him.

He looked up. "Wanted to talk to you."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Looked into you. You're pretty interesting."

"What's that supposed to mean? Both of those statements - why would you look into me and what makes me interesting? "

He just looked at me. The mask was not only unsettling, it also made reading his expressions very hard.

"What?"

"Are you joking or do you seriously want an answer? "

"Of course I want an answer, why else would I ask?"

"Well, I was in your house a week ago. Wanted to make sure you didn't report anything. Also wanted to check out your background so there wasn't just some rando who saw me doing weird stuff. "

"Did I pass?"

"Yep."

"Ok." There's an awkward pause for a second.

"If I passed, why did you come back?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I still owe you that favor, don't I? Wanted to see if you'd thought about it at all."

"Oh. No, I haven't. Do I have a deadline? "

"Nah. Favors last forever, until they're repaid. We just don't like owing people favors. "

"That's understandable. Can I ask, what do people use favors for, usually? I just don't know what to do with it. "

He looked at me with a knowing look. "It's not uncommon for people to use their favors to get out of situations that are less than ideal. Whether that be setting up a new life with fake documents and a place to live, a little extra cash, or taking care of some people, you understand?"

His comment reminded me of the company I was in at the moment. A person who was a dangerous villain, one who killed. It also reminded me that he saw my injuries. I unconsciously reached up and touched my face, feeling a tender part of my jaw and ghosting my fingers over my eye.

I realized he was waiting for an answer. "Um, thank you, I'll keep that in mind, but I don't think I'm gonna use my favor yet."

He doesn't respond, just nods.

"One more question though, sorry."

"Hm."

"Um, if I decide to use a favor, how would I get in touch with you to ask?"

He's quiet and unmoving for a second. I start to backtrack, worried I made a mistake asking. "I mean, it's fine if there's not a way, don't worry about it..."

He replies "No, there's a way. I'll give you the phone number for the Syndicate. Share it with anyone, and you're dead. It doesn't matter who picks up, just ask for me and you'll get through. "

I nod. "Thank you."

He gets up off the bed. "Look kid. I'm glad we got that sorted, but seriously, don't let them treat you like this. " He motions to your face, I'm all of its bruises glory. "Have some self respect." Before I can respond , he's out the window.

[frostluvrs]

you are me with all the posts about Sand. i was SO giddy in the pool scene lmao the way he was looking at Ray super calculating, like yes please, manipulate him more! Also I just love smart characters and I think Sand is one.

in my case I totally accept it's because i am bitter @ Ray for how he is treated Sand at times and not loving him back lmao I know it doesn't make sense and it's not Ray's fault he does not love him back but what can i say, it's not rational lmao I loved watching Sand not caring about Ray's feelings and only caring about revenge. super toxic of me i know haha

What do you think is gonna happen? do you think Ray is actually gonna fall for Sand at some point (that scene of the trailer 'i won't let walk away' intrigues me) or it's just gonna continue like it is now, with Ray just loving Mew and using Sand as a distraction?

Also your post about being over Raymew, same and in my case it's also not because of Sandray necessarily, i just dislike the whole pinning from afar and humiliating yourself for someone who doesn't give you the time of day, it gives me secondhand embarrasment haha so seeing Ray acting like that is hard for me haha

sorry for this novel omg! but yeah love your posts <3

firstly, don’t even apologize for the novel because i’m about to write you one back so i apologize too for you having to read this long ass answer but LOL i can’t even fault you for loving sand being calculating and not caring about ray’s feelings for once. yes it’s not rational and yes, sand is not helping by refusing to admit how he feels even when ray has given him multiple times to do it. and yes, ray has not done really anything wrong to sand before the whore comments this episode but i really just couldn’t help but smile as a sand lover in ep 6. and for me like i said in my posts i’m just glad that he’s not becoming a doormat (yet… i fear there’s still time but let’s pray it won’t happen) and we’re actually seeing flaws of his. because i was really starting to want him away from everyone in the show after ep 5 and seeing the ep 6 preview and knowing that sand was continuing to help ray even after their fight and being knocked to the ground i was just like “why god, why is he continuing to come back to this man and be around these people. GET HIM AWAY FROM THEM!!!!”

so imagine my surprise and happiness when i saw sand in ep 6 prioritize his revenge over his feelings for ray and decided that he was going to use ray’s feelings. and like you said the way he went about it was really smart. is it toxic to think like that? like you said yes but i’m just happy that sand is capable of this shit too. and it also stays true to his character. he clearly didn’t expect a blow up like that and he clearly feels bad about it and didn’t take ray’s comments to heart because he knows that he was just doing it to lash out at him and push him away. and he continued to follow him to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself or anyone else around him. it’s not like he was faking being a good guy and a genuine person with feelings for ray- this just added layers to his character. like sand, best character on the show? to me he is!

in regards to asking what i think will happen…. honestly, this show is so unpredictable (and even when predictable things do happen they happen in unpredictable ways if you get me) that i genuinely cannot tell you what i think is going to end up happening between ray and sand. there is so many possibilities that could happen that i’ve been thinking of since the show started and i know other people have theorized too that i’m gonna list below and there’s also the path i personally would like for them to take it.

so my ideal scenario (that i don’t think is gonna happen unfortunately) is that starting next episode they become closer and their relationship develops and ray’s feelings become more obvious and more clear that he’s falling. but yes, part of it is because ray becomes attached to sand in an unhealthy way. i would like for them to dig deeper into ray’s alcoholism and for sand to try to get help for ray, but ray not wanting to take it possibly. i’m not sure and i know i also haven’t thought too hard about where ray’s feelings for mew come in and continue to be a problem, sand seemingly walking away at some point and sand’s ex possibly coming back fits in but my ideal ending would be ray deciding to get help or go to rehab and sand being the constant in his life that is going to stay by his side as he gets help. whether it be in a platonic or romantic way. whether they decide to stay friends even though they know they have feelings for each other and maybe work things out in the future in an open ending. or just stay friends in general and sand is there to to be his support as he’s getting help. or they decide to continue to be in a romantic relationship as he’s getting help (yes that can be hard navigate but it can be done and i don’t really like the way half this fandom talks about ray in regards to his addiction).

so that would be my ideal ending that i don’t think is gonna happen. i know not everyone agrees because they don’t want the show to end with something so positive and that’s their opinion and i understand why but i think getting help is realistic too and i hope they show it. i’m here for the messiness and the dumb decisions but i’m also here for seeing these characters grow and i’d like to see it from ray most of all.

in terms of paths i can see happening for sandray (and this just a disorganized list of thoughts) -

- i can see ray deciding to get help at the end but him and sand deciding to go their separate ways whether it be in an open ending or they decide just to not talk to each other anymore

- i can see boeing coming back and jumpstarting ray’s jealousy and maybe making him realize his feelings towards sand. sounds very typical bl plot so i don’t know but it’s a thought that’s crossed my mind

- obviously, the most obvious scenario is ray is going to become unhealthily attached to sand in a similar way that he is to mew and that’s going to make them crash and burn badly. i do wonder if the relationship is going to become codependent with both of them though

- mew and ray’s unrequited love for mew continues to be a problem and this can go in many different paths. we have one of the obvious things that’s probably going to happen which is mew is going to sleep with ray and ray like a dumbass is going to agree even though he clearly will know that it’s for revenge against top. don’t know how that’ll develop or ruin or both sandray’s relationship but we’ll see.

- ray never seriously chooses sand and his feelings never become strong enough to surpass his feelings for mew; so that’s part of the reason they never work out. or ray realizes his feelings too late and they can’t come back from it. or ray realizes his feelings too late and they are able to come back from it (could be where the line in the trailer about not letting him leave his life comes from)

- speaking of that scene the trailer i am very curious about the context of it. it can be bad or good or both. it’s so clear that sand is trying to walk out of this relationship or whatever it is which is interesting to me because what the hell is going to happen that sand decides to leave? i actually posted about this the other day but he knows that ray loves mew and he knows that he doesn’t have a chance and seems to have acknowledged that so would he be leaving because of mew and ray not liking him back?

maybe he decides that his feelings are too strong and he wants to walk away but ray is like “um no you’re not”. or maybe ray starts acting in a way that gives sand hope again but it gets crushed once again and he decides to walk away which then once again ray is like “no you’re not”.

or sand realizes that the relationship is not healthy and decides to try to leave it in which ray is like “yea, no you’re not”. the way in which ray’s saying it kind of scares me a bit because i can’t tell if him saying it is going to be good for the relationship or bad. i also can’t read sand’s face well at all in that scene (but to be fair it’s really quick so i guess we don’t know if his facial expression changes or what it was before).

i’d like for it to be that he’s telling him that because he’s finally realized his feelings and he wants to fight for him. but it could be he’s doing it in a desperate attempt to keep sand with him while still not acknowledging his feelings or even just not having them on the degree that sand does for ray. or it could be both or none of that and it’s something completely different in context. i don’t know but it’s definitely one of the scenes i’m most looking forward to because so far nothing has happened that has pushed sand to the level of leaving so i’m curious as to what ray is going to do. and i’m also curious about how ray is not willing to let him leave so how did their did relationship develop to that between next episode and whenever that happens?

i’m also curious about that scene because i almost feel like sand leaving because he realizes how unhealthy their relationship is is not likely to happen because it almost seems like from the preview (but to be fair he could be joking) sand’s going to understand that but decide to continue to be in the ray’s life. maybe because he thinks he can help him or because he kind of likes idea that ray depends on him (not to the extent of thinking that he set ray up to lose his friends and only be able to rely on sand- i don’t agree with that theory)? or maybe because he just wants to be around ray and he doesn’t care if it’s an unhealthy attachment that ray has on him. but again, maybe he does decide to leave because he’s like “ok this is too much my feelings are too strong i can’t do this anymore” - cue ray losing his mind once sand decides that

- that scene of them arguing in the trailer where ray says his life is going to hell because of him could possibly be because sand tries to get him help without him knowing and ray blows up at him (cue breaking the wine). or they’re arguing about mew and if sand’s feelings are reciprocated by ray. or they’re arguing about something that hasn’t happened in the show yet.

- i don’t know if this is likely, but i want to see sand take a bat to one of ray’s possessions - preferably his car. other people have said that and i have to agree. it would be for my own enjoyment HFJDJDJD

in regards to raymew i’ve made several posts about this already, but i just would like them to focus more on ray’s alcoholism and his addiction. i’d rather them start focusing in on it more this second half and also it be the main problem in their relationship.

it’s just more interesting to me and like you said even taking away sandray as a relationship i just don’t find it that interesting anymore. his unrequited love for mew was actually one of my most anticipated parts of a show for some reason but now it’s just annoying me. i think it’s because of the way they’re doing it.

i don’t think it’s bad writing i just don’t prefer it and i feel like we’re going nowhere? ray says every episode in a different way that he loves mew but knows he can’t have him and mew is like “ok can you move on?”. like how many times can we keep going on and on about this? not even saying that it would make sense if ray got over him next episode or whatever and suddenly didn’t have feelings for him anymore but i wish we actually saw this plot line start to develop in a different way or a way that would make me like it? i don’t know.

and yeah, i also can’t with the unrequited love becoming pathetic. it makes sense for ray and especially where his feelings for mew come from but that “my mew” this episode really almost took me out like i cringed so bad. again, not saying it’s bad writing i just don’t really care about the storyline anymore. hopefully they can do something that’ll make me care about it but unfortunately if they’re going with the mew sleeps with ray thing that’ll just make me more annoyed by it.

[only-lonely-lovers]

09.26.2022

tags: scars, emaciated bodies, blowjobs, piv, menstruation (brief ment)

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

あ：Oh right… something bird wants to contemplate more is thinking about the twins genuinely having an upsetting situation under their clothes. And this being brushed up against by Nene. since we were recently running a scenario where she handles Hanako being avoidant of even unzipping pants, i wish to also contemplate Nene really having to digest just how many layers there are… like… wait, haven't even touched him under his jacket… Get forlorn…

These things just naturally emerging as she enters 'having a boyfriend' brain and is like ;;;;; but i wanted to… experience…. things…… i want to….. touch…………. boyfriend

つ：I reaaally would like them to be disasters…. it would be a major trust moment for Hanako to finally let her peel him. but it could also be a very crushing angle of things, if you're having sex and such, and yet he won't let you see him topless, ever

nene is a simple thirsty girl, too…. i think she would really want the hotness of her boy open-shirt lounging being a slut.

maybe all the more reason to ask tsukasa first….. bc they are twins, and tsukasa would simply oblige. and have to confront that situation first

あ：juuust not willing to… and dodgy of hands slipping under anywhere. but god its literally hard to get at him, he's like a crab.

つ：pinch pinch

あ：wont let you get at my delicious meats

but yes i was thinking Tsukasa would be an ideal conduit for things. prep her while also being warm and obliging

つ：I would like the element of spookiness to really mean Hanako's situation isn't in any way conventionally sexable, and leans closer to feeling like fucking a corpse if you did strip him down at all

I reaaally like the idea of it being fullbody messed up. picture perfect tells us nothing as the illusion even had the power to hide his seal, or mitsuba's hand.

あ：Yes PP is really a full-scale illusion, their bodies feel like normal and warm and they have heartbeats

つ：Tsukasa, who is proud of his wounds and scarring, not at all presenting them like something shameful or upsetting despite nene's response, he would not falter

あ：sustained smile. he has faith in her though

つ：simply encourage her to feel it. Nene might ask him if Hanako-kun…. died similarly… or if… it was just, him…? upsetting for a moment, and slightly a bit of bargaining… like, maybe Hanako…. wasn't this thin and malnourished….. auh

あ：It's hard to stomach…

つ：but Tsukasa just warmly clarifying that they looked just alike…. but maybe reflecting after a moment like…. well..❤️ maybe he has some more booboos…💔

あ：^^ ….. ahe. you like Tsukasa being so unflappable because he'll still be like, ah, you wanted to touch, right? :3c [hand extended] [grabby grabby] but i feel like Nene does have to commit like 6.6 welcome to being a corpsefucker sweetie…

つ：being entangled with the twins should feel ghoulish, if you could peel them. ahh but i'd love consequences to her touching tsukasa, and giving tsukasa the impression she likes or wants this. its funny 'cuz its not as if i'm a person rly into naked skin, but you know…. its fun if his actual body would be triggering, to hanako. maybe just shrug the top half of the outfit off during a session together and make Hanako panic

but I think even if he wanted to quickly hide Tsukasa's body, he'd be arrested by SEEING the wound and unable to move not a bad time to start unbuttoning Amane like🎵

あ：unbuttons you

but i do rly think its like this for a sec

つ：

あ：its true despite not being here for nakies rly. liking all the clothes. i just like the thought of having to confront it yk

tsukasa unbuttons you like a nice doting girl in something fixing someone's outfit does it all affectionately

つ：you like Hanako having to feel ah… humbled… really…. unfortunately, while i know he's not top shelf to most, he does act like he's hot shit….. thinking about him actually getting very gnnnnn ddoont look--!! is, ahhh… gap moe

あ：He's usually so unchallenged in his mind he is #1 handsy boy in the room

but things moving faster than he's ready for is like moe. [clutches the ends of my button up like a girl trying to hide behind a towel] once he catches up. like h- HEY

つ：[Tsukasa stares at him with no mouth for a minute]

あ：[they just stare eyeball to eyeball for a min]

つ：[Nene slowly reaches forward and starts undoing a button while they're stuck]

あ：get a hand between this

it would make hanako feel so like . AND YOU??/

つ：like noooo! betrayal

あ：once again stare in shock for a min like mghh why do you two conspire…. against me

つ：but ah maybe at some point he'd hit that moment of. fine okay you want to see if tsukasa's already showing off his ….

hanako's being, worse… i like to think he was very careful killing tsukasa, and its more… precise? while stabbing himself would have been uncontrolled by nature, more, nasty, jagged and then… the wounds across the body, in general

あ：i do think it's the sort of thing you can't fight really, if it's already known facts. its like. okay. fine fine… if yashiro knows what she is "getting into". that's her business

つ：teach you to leave my gakuran on, idiot...

あ：ahh i feel like nene would really have to think about the boy getting his wounds bandaged by tsuchigomori… like…………. right…………………….. I know this… gotta be heart pounding loudly in ears… uahh… but also it's excitement from like… it's happening….

つ：I think she's horny despite it all

あ：yosh. like mghh boyfriend… touch doin it…

つ：the vulnerability…. the signs of Hanako's, tragedy. the…. skin… ribs…. seeing how Tsukasa and his wounds correspond…. maybe she can just faintly feel the artistry of it.

あ：in the end i think she can't avoid how touching skin to skin will make her feel… whole planes… like ah,,, havent gotten do this yet… running hands across belly…

kfsdgh… on hanako's end i do think he's like… god.. yashiro.. a freak… she's like staring so hard and breathing heavy and face flushed. whats wrong w her

つ：you were supposed to be appalled and embarrassed to have again forgotten i am a ghoul it is like. furrows brow she is just moving to lay over you and rubbing down sides and feeling dip before pelvis…. ueh. looks at tsukasa, like, you see this? wtf? but tsukasa is just purring

あ：[wasn't ready for that either] it's like he looks at tsukasa and they make sustained eyecontact LOOKS. AWAY. sheesh…….. [twists and throws arm over face.]

つ：if nene gives tsukasa some space to share this all tsukasa will lick the scars

あ：hmm one of those gestures that makes the room more humid light gets dimmer

つ：mmm lights flicker

but it would be nice if nene seeing that was switch flipped to llkjmh,. ohhh working with tsukasa…. nene could aim to jerk hanako off and blow him, with tsukasa giving attention to the exposed wounds

would make hanako feel like WHATS WRONG WITH MY- GIRLS, dklkf;kld;gjdfkg whine why am i-- why would anyone want to make this horny

あ：IT LITERALLY SHOULDN'T HAPPEN LIKE THIS hmm but painfully hard about it… reactive… nene can feel this.

the sort of thing that really makes you want to strangle tsukasa in the middle of this

つ：what an interesting show for nene, to be able to look up and see tsukasa's situation… i imagine he's very lounging mostly laying. seeing both of their… bodies…. despite it all, i think for the simple girl, it's, erotic.

sympathetically takes off her top. it makes hanako's propeller hat spin

あ：zizz

つ：tsukasa is like WOO PARTY

あ：like oh what are we doing my whores. submits and puts a hand on both of their heads

Hanako is so stubborn though, I feel like after an experience like this he'd still go… 'okay, you got your fill.' and not expect to ever do it again w Would make a face if someone started unbuttoning him again. like. what you need more??

つ：it's 'fine', tolerable if its some sort of… 1 time ritual. is it a fetish…? worrisome i dont want you to. fetishize my. sick body

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あ：being besot with visions of hanako fucking nene doggystyle while tsukasa is laying underneath nene on his belly. and he casually takes Hanako's cock out of her pussy and sucks on the tip while lazily jerking him off.

ahmmn and. Hanako very pointedly waiting until he can tell Nene is on her period so he starts to eat her out, on his knees sticking head under her uniforms dress, pulls out tampon. in this context she's never felt anything like this. tfw this kind of motion is rly hanako-appropriate, just disregarding anything Nene says or does or feel about it. so selfish… going to stick it in anyways. but also being so streamlined at this point that after finishing he can whistle Tsukasa over to clean bloody cock with mouf… the ah sorta thing that would be like, too. like unclassy to instruct Nene to do, so it is saddled onto Tsukasa. And Nene watches like

つ：ah I love Tsukasa becoming indulgent rat. Feeling like mmm but I wanna feel it… homf. In my mind once he makes this adjustment to BJ, Hanako freezes for a little while just arms around Nene registering what's happening. Like…….. Tsukasa…. funny for Nene to be like [out of it] aouhh sssex stopped..?? whynnn.. [hears blowjob sounds] oh…. thats good for him [warm]

ahh but it would be cute for Nene to have a day she's like mmghh Tsukasa-kun aagklfjgl no please… [IMPATIENT!!] and she reaches down to take it back from Tsukasa and guide Hanako back inside.. Hanako is observing this like… god, my hot commodity….

oooh everyone just needs it, huh. nobody thinks about my own feelings [high on ego]

あ：nyehh I like both truly… the thought of Nene being like, mid pound & needing it so bad, or, like in a mood thats like. nouuu i need h;is come

[cocoartistwrites]

:(( thank you for being so nice!! i’m sorry u had a weird/bad experience too.

i thjnk i feel so sad about it because i feel a bit used. like i said, he was really nice during & before. but he finished kind of quickly (maybe? idk) and then he just left. he’s two years older, in college, and i’ve liked him forever. he usually dates girls that are a lot prettier. but i knew that before so it’s probably not fair to say “used”. he’s a decent guy. i dont feel like i can tell my friends because my closest ones both lost theirs to their long term bf, and me & the guy aren’t even dating casually. i would feel kind of lame or desperate if i told them i did it like that.

thank you, sorry again this is so personal haha. i really like ur advice “column” 💜

There is no nice or easy way to say that that is, unfortunately, an experience that I do think so many of us share. A disappointment, the disappointment weighing so heavily. It’s a let down. You wanted more. I wanted more. So what I will say, which I wish I’d known and believed and not bought into the cool girl tv trope shit is: demand better. You didn’t really deserve that. Tell him. You don’t have to be loud about it. You can quietly and nicely say: this wasn’t great for me and I deserved more from this.

I’ve been thinking about your message so much and I wasn’t sure how to express that and I realise that too is part of the not being able to want. I wish I’d know at your age that I could just say I wanted more. I feel like I’ve felt so much of my life making myself and my needs and my wants less for men. I’m so sorry for my younger self - an urge I still have - who always wanted to be the cool accommodating easy-going girl. I’m not! Expressing what you want is an ongoing nightmare so start well. Start priorising you.

He left? Fuck this guy man. What a total dick. Tell him. You owe him nothing. It’s not lame or desperate to want your early sexual exploration to be respected.

I would also add: he obviously didn’t go down on you or work on your own orgasm. Many men won’t. A hard battle will be learning to ask for it. But also just bc he’s older doesn’t mean he knows what he’s doing. Next time you take someone to bed, tell them what you want a bit? You get into it, though I’ve always found it hard. I’ve always wanted people to know like they would in a novel. They won’t. Teach them how you need to be touched. Gently, then more. Straight in with it. Whatever you need. It is important and it does matter but you have this whole thing ahead of learning to be at least partially responsible for you own pleasure.

Look: he didn’t do it right. You deserved more. Ideally you will find it. I really want that for you. Realistically you are going to have to learn how to create that for yourself as well: ask more, verbalise more, learn more. That gets easier.

As for he dates prettier girls - that mentality has got me nowhere except finding out people I vibed with but didn’t have the confidence to go for really fancied me. You have no idea how you come across to other people. Let them be the judge of it you’re hot. I am literally right now texting an insanely handsome ex pro footballer turned masseuse I didn’t have the balls to seduce when he came to give me a massage but actually obviously despite him seeing my full naked body does fancy me. Looks are so minor. Vibe is really everything and only gets more important. Don’t get in your own way.

[sovonight]

Why do you always put everything under cuts? Not mad or anything just curious

to shrink it & keep it out of obvious sight? knowing that the post takes up less space on the dash gives me the peace of mind to post more often, even if i’m not posting Presentable Art

i put art under cuts bc sometimes i have stuff that i don’t think justifies its own photo post. ex: i only have one sketch and it works best vertically and a photo post would make it a Bigger Deal when i’m only posting it on a whim to begin with; i don’t have enough sketches to make a whole photoset but i still want to post what i have so i compromise; i’m dying to post a wip of what i’m working on but don’t want to spoil what i’m working on but want some people to see it anyway. i put text under cuts because sometimes i talk about myself (don’t want forever-visible reblogs) or write long-ish ford fic (want to contain long posts), and readmores serve those posts well

[starseungs]

➳ this is how to be in love with you. hjs

pairing — han jisung x gn!reader

synopsis — dating han jisung was something you had never expected to happen, but now you wouldn't have it any other way.

genre/s — fluff. and i actually mean it this time. (a pinch of angst at the start but its over quick) • 2.1k words

warning/s — cursing, mentions of drinking

note — tbh i wrote this with a fever and dont know wth im writing aside from the fact that im so in love with han jisung it physically hurts

2022 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

It was almost frightening how easy it was to fall in love with Han Jisung.

Who would've thought that the cute part-timer at the convenience store across from your apartment building would have such a huge impact on your relatively boring life? You certainly didn't, and yet his presence alone still hit you hard like a truck.

Everything started on one particularly hard day that ended with you fighting back salty tears in the midst of your dimly lit room. It was not the best sight, nor will it ever be, despite the shimmery streaks of moonlight seeping into the space in a pathetic attempt to provide lighting around you. The clear night sky would've been beautiful to gaze at if only it didn't remind you that your day would be ending soon without a single positive thing happening in the entirety of its hours. You were so so tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep until the sun rose for another day—a fresh new start for you to leave the past behind like you've done just this morning. But it seemed like fate had other plans that prompted you to storm out of your apartment in spite-filled rage.

Admittedly, you didn't have a plan at that time—only knowing you'd be damned if you continued to swallow your frustration alone. The weather outside was average at best; there was nothing too special going on. However, it was for that exact reason that the fluorescent "open" sign of the humble convenience store right across the street seemed to attract your eyes more than it ever did before. And who were you to say no to its obvious invitation? Beggars couldn't be choosers, after all, and you desperately needed something, anything, to distract you until the day officially came to an end.

So here you were, curiously slipping inside the store to find anything that might interest you. You faintly registered the chime of the door when you stepped inside and the polite greeting of whoever was behind the cashier at the back of your mind as your sight immediately zeroed on those eye-catchingly green bottles of fun.

It was just what you needed.

You hurriedly snatched a few bottles of soju with childish glee, already thinking about how perfect this was to end your less than ideal day. Maybe you could still sneak in some enjoyment in the remaining minutes until midnight—not that you thought drinking your problems away was exactly good, but it was certainly better than bottling up your sadness when you could open another type of bottle instead. It was an okay plan, or at least in your books, it was.

"That's quite a few bottles you've got there."

The sudden voice startled your train of thought, bringing your focus back to the real world. "Wait, shit, sorry if I scared you," the voice continued in a panic. "I didn't mean to, I swear. Damn, I'm not even supposed to comment on a customer's purchase."

You blinked dazedly at the person standing in front of you. When you raised your head to find a face to connect the voice with, you didn't know, but you quickly found yourself wishing you had done so earlier.

Because, wow. That face was very attractive.

"Oh, uh—it's fine," you shook your head lightly in an attempt to stop blatantly ogling at the guy. "You're good."

Unfortunately, that only seemed to send him into another spiral of misplaced guilt since he threw out a sudden offer of, "I'll give you a discount."

Your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets at the sentence that came out of his mouth. "What? No! You don't have to, really!" was your hasty reply, to which the guy only hummed as if it were no big deal.

"Would you let me do it if I say it's because I find you cute?"

"I'm sorry, come again?"

You watched as his eyes widened comically, almost like he didn't expect those words to be said out loud—and if you were to say, that might actually be the case. "Okay, yeah, that totally backfired," he exhaled shakily; you could almost hear him screaming internally. Honestly, you couldn't blame him. You would too. "This must be so creepy—I'll place these in a bag and get out of your hair in a moment."

After a few more seconds, the situation finally dawned on you. "Hold on," you wheezed like you just heard the funniest shit ever. "Are you seriously hitting on me right now?"

"No! I mean, yes? Kind of?" The guy ended up groaning in embarrassment at his own answer, running a hand through his hair while awkwardly avoiding your eyes. His actions were oddly charming, forming an unconscious grin on your face. "I meant it when I said I find you cute. You don't have to say anything, though. Just take it as a compliment or something."

"Why thank you, kind sir," was your amused response before composing yourself and giving him a genuine smile. "I needed that."

He snorts at that. "With five bottles of soju? Who would've guessed?"

"I suppose you're not wrong," you went along with his observation, eyes trailing along the bottles he had just finished placing in a plastic bag. "Also, what the hell was I thinking? I can't finish all of this tonight."

"You can give some of them to me if you want. I'll pay you back the amount."

You quirked an eyebrow at him as you handed over your payment. Thankfully, you had half the mind to bring money with you when you stormed out earlier. "Is that really fine with you?"

"My shift is almost over, anyway. A drink after would be nice," he shrugs nonchalantly. The information had you thinking. You'd hate to be drinking alone right now, so perhaps having him as a companion for a while wouldn't be too bad.

You bit your lip lightly before asking, "Do you want to drink a bit with me?"

"Oh," he reacts blankly at first, clearly not expecting the offer. His face revealed his thought process like a window, the gears turning in his head as he tried to piece together what you had just said. It wasn't long until he caught up, though, and with a shy grin he finally answered, "Sure."

You beamed brightly for the first time that day. "Sweet. I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Jisung. Han Jisung."

And the clock strikes twelve.

Just like Cinderella, everything started changing after that night. You had gained a new friend—or at least that was what you called him for now, even if you damn well knew friends certainly did not feel this kind of attraction towards each other. It was almost embarrassing to admit how much your heart leapt in happiness whenever you two were together, and you swore that if it continued any longer, you'd end up floating amongst the clouds. His gaze alone already sent a buzzing shiver all throughout your body, your mind going into overdrive at the sheer amount of emotion Jisung was able to pull out of you with somewhat concerning ease. He could melt you to a puddle on the ground with a single word, no questions asked. Maybe it was his frustratingly smooth voice, but the guy charmed his way into your heart in a matter of literal days. Either he knew what he was doing or you were just a hopeless simp—and no, you refused to ever admit the latter out loud.

So it was to no one's surprise when you agreed to his request to take you out on a date. And after the first one, more followed. Jisung's plans were, as one would say, straight out of fiction. Stuff that you knew existed in real life but never thought would have the same spark as its literary counterpart. Well, you really should have expected it, but Jisung certainly proved you wrong. The guy was an absolute romantic, and that translated well into everything he did between you two. Though you found out through your talks that he had a big love for the angsty stuff—to which you could only wish you wouldn't find yourself in that situation too soon. It was only when you felt a warm hand casually slipping into yours with a reassuring gentle squeeze that you realized.

God, you may have already fallen for Han Jisung.

There was no doubting it. When the night sky you had just cursed out weeks ago for reminding you of the dragging day you had was replaced with waves of affection and happiness, you knew there was no way you could doubt it even if you wanted to. That whenever you closed your eyes to rest, the darkness only brought images of you and Jisung screaming each other's name into the distance in an attempt to replicate a cliched scene of professing one's love during one of your many nightly picnic dates. Joyful laughter echoed under the stars as hands held each other's, a silent promise that didn't need to be said out loud for you to know what it meant. The moon was a witness to the blooming portrait of memories being painted at the very moment when you two had made it official.

You also particularly loved the moments that you shared indoors, where it was just you and Jisung. The comfort of being alone together was one of the things that came more naturally, especially with him leaning on the introverted side. This was where you found him thriving best, and it warmed your chest to see him so in his element. Whether it was his place or yours, there was never a dull moment, even if you two weren't doing anything. Then there were also the times where you did do something—quickly developing a soft spot for your domestic activities with Jisung. The sound of the oven working its magic was faintly heard in the background while he danced you slowly in the flour-covered kitchen from your earlier baking shenanigans.

Loving Jisung felt like second nature to you, as if you'd been doing it for years. Perhaps you did. The concept of soulmates wasn't new to you; only that you hadn't given it any more attention than mere acknowledgement. Yet, something about Jisung made you feel like changing your stance on the matter. Slowly but surely, he had taken over you.

And you didn't fight it one bit.

His lips were an inviting shade of pink as he went on about his newest interest. You really didn't mean to stare, but he made it a challenge for you to not have your full attention on him alone. To the point that you hung onto every word he said, whatever topic he brought up, you made a mental note of it to bring up at other times when it might be appropriate. Oh, how you wanted to stop time and just continue to admire the man Han Jisung is.

Sometimes you couldn't even believe he was yours. You knew your eyes dripped with love every time you had your gaze fixed on him, but it always caught you off guard when you noticed the same look in his eyes—and it was directed towards you. They always shone with tender gratitude and warmth mixed with fondness, making your breath hitch at the sheer intensity. If this was all a dream, you hope you'd never wake up.

"Hey now," you heard Jisung's voice call out to you softly. Warm hands cupped your face gently to ground you back to reality. "What's with that look, baby?"

You sighed dreamily, leaning in more towards his touch. "How are you real?"

"This again?" Jisung chuckles at your misty gaze pinned at him as if he could disappear in the blink of an eye. "I am. And I'm right in front of you."

"You're so good to me," you mumbled in a quiet whisper, starting to feel drowsy from the comfort he provided you at the moment. You could hear Jisung's heart flip at your honest words.

"Which is what you deserve," he leans in closer to press a light but passionate kiss on your lips before pulling away to stare at you with eyes containing hundreds of unsaid dedication. "I love you."

"I love you more."

Dating Han Jisung was something you had never expected to happen, but now you wouldn't have it any other way.

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things are looking up

peter parker x reader

requested by: me, bitch

word count: 1.8k

genre: fluff

warnings: language, awkward rambling, flash thompson, mentions of alcohol, angsty peter for a bit

a/n: and we’re BACK. fitting for me to return with writing something about andrew garfield’s spider-man. when i tell you i was OBSESSED with these films when i was like 12, i mean it. anyways, please enjoy, and take this as a peace offering for disappearing for like two years lol

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After going to a different dimension and meeting two other Peters, he actually had hope restored. He knows it’s not ideal to have your whole life dependent on a significant other, but he just can’t help it. He has so little in this world already that Gwen was truly his everything. So, hearing that Peter and Peter both had MJs? That gave him hope. Because he probably had an MJ too, huh? Well, he better work hard to get her. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to do things again. His friendly neighborhood Spider-Man antics have picked up again, he’s been actually going places, Aunt May has been concerned about him because he’s going out instead of staying in again. It was all getting better. And he’s been going new places every day to see if he could find his MJ and trying his best to see new people as often as he can.

And that is why he decided to get a part-time job at a bar as a bartender. It’s an easy way to meet loads of people, and a good way for him to make some money so he doesn’t get evicted… again. He usually works during the day, but his kind-hearted nature made him agree to switch shifts with a coworker for a Saturday night shift. While, yes, it was a slight inconvenience to his main job, he had to take this shift. So here he was, advanced shock absorption earplugs he designed for his hypersensitive ears in and making drinks and listening to this local punk-pop band. Now, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the sound of this band. And he would also be lying if he said the lead singer was incredibly attractive. And angry. So angry. It was kind of hot.

But he was running around, making drinks, getting tips, being “nice” to everyone and taking the occasional angry and rude customer, when he sees Flash walk in. Now, Peter hasn’t seen Flash since graduation, but he still looked almost exactly the same. Maybe a little bit more hair, but still textbook Flash, and he silently hopes he doesn’t have to make him any drinks. But unfortunately for Peter, mans just doesn’t seem to have any luck. Ever. At all. “Parker?!”

“Oh, hey Flash! Hey, man,” Peter mumbles out, spraying water into a glass for a patron who has had way too much already. “What’re you doing here? I didn’t expect to see you behind a bar of all places,” he says, and Peter shrugs. “Well, when you think about it bartending is kinda like chemistry, so I guess it makes some sense,” he says, grabbing the tip someone left him. “I guess, but I just expected you to be working in a lab or some other nerd shit, I don’t know,” he says, and Peter gives him a tight grin. “Yeah, well, I’m not, so. What will you have Flash?”

“A Long Island Iced Tea, bro.”

It takes literally everything for Peter to not roll his eyes. “Alright, man, coming right up,” he says, and turns to grab all the alcohol required for that damn drink. It’s too many alcohols and all-around disgusting and it gets whoever drinks it sloshed and Peter just really hates this drink, but he begins mixing all of it together. “So, uh, you going to college, or…?” he hears Flash start asking. Of all the times for the band to take a break, they pick right now so he has to speak to him because he can actually hear. To be fair, though, the crowd is pretty low energy and sparse right now, so he doesn’t blame the band. He just blames Flash, to be honest. “Yeah, yeah, I got accepted to Empire State University after we graduated and I’m currently going but it’s summer, so currently on break,” he answers and Flash nods. “Yeah, yeah… I actually go to ESU too, now, you know?” he says and Peter glances at him. “Really?”

“Yeah, I kinda hated Dakota State, so I transferred here,” he responds, and Peter gives a tight-lipped smile and nods, finishing up his drink and handing it to him. “There you go, man,” he tells him. “Thanks, Parker, maybe I’ll see you around this year?”

“Yeah, maybe you will,” he says, and watches as he downs the drink. Like, way too fast. He slides his card over to him, and clarifies that he wants to open a tab, so Peter tapes it to the wall next to the cash register and goes on to serve some more people. After about 10 minutes he hears the band start playing again, and he makes another Long Island for Flash. About 20 minutes into the band playing again, he sees the glass is empty. And now Flash is… visibly fucked up. He’s talking to a bunch of girls and trying so hard to look cool, this man is still… really stuck in high school ways it seems. Of course, he isn’t as much of a bully for no reason, but he still thinks he’s hot shit. And while Peter can accept the fact that, yes, Flash is attractive, he still can’t believe he’s so full of himself. But who is Peter to think that? At least Flash is able to ask people out. For now he’s just going to do his job, and listen to the music. And that’s a pretty solid plan until a significant amount of time goes by (in which he kept making drinks for Flash) to the point where the band is now done with their set. Now, he has to listen to Flash’s obnoxiously loud voice.

Flash stumbles back over to the bar and Peter sighs. “Give me a shot, Parker,” he slurs out and Peter shakes his head no. “You’re far too fucked up, Flash. Not gonna do that,” Peter says, and begins cashing him out. He ignores the protests from Flash and hands his card and the receipt he needs to sign back to him. “Come on, man, just one more?”

“No, Eugene. Sign. You didn’t drive here, did you?”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Yes, I am now please sign and-”

“Here you go bud,” Peter hears a voice he doesn’t recognize and turns his head in the direction of the voice. He recognizes it as the lead singer of the band who played tonight, and he watches as you hand a shot glass to Flash. “On me,” you say, and Flash smirks at them before taking the shot. “Great, now why don’t you head home?” Peter says, and Flash begins to say something, but he gets cut off by you. “I think that’s a good idea, too, actually. Besides, it’s around 3am anyways, you don’t wanna be here while we’re packing up all our stuff and it’s basically dead anyways. Look, over half of the crowd is leaving, probably heading to a different bar,” you say, pointing to the big group of patrons who are exiting the bar. Flash huffs but gets up and starts following the people out of the bar. Peter watches and chuckles, looking down, before looking back up at you. “Thanks. For that,” he says, and you give him a small smile. “Of course. I bartend too, so I know how annoying that can be.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. And don’t worry. That shot I gave him? Water.”

Peter laughs again and points at you. “You, are a genius,” he says and you feign flipping your hair over your shoulder. “What can I say? Beauty and brains,” you joke, and he smiles. You got that right for sure. Peter has seen your band come to the bar a lot, but he was usually never there to listen to y’all. But he always notices you. And he liked your humor, he felt like he could talk to you for hours. So, time to ask the question that could either make him very upset or very optimistic. “So, uh… I’ve noticed your band is a regular here, but I have no idea who you are personally.”

“That’s because you always leave your shift before we play.”

“So you’ve noticed that, huh?”

“Oh, I definitely have...?”

“Peter. Peter Parker.”

“Well, Peter Parker. It’s nice to meet you. I’m-”

“MJ! We need to start loading this stuff up!” You get cut off by a band member and you turn your head to yell something back. But Peter can’t hear what you’re saying.

He called you MJ.

You turn your head back to him and give an apologetic look. “Sorry, I’m gonna have to go in a second, but yeah. My real name is (Y/n) but people call me MJ. It’s sort of like my stage name that turned into my nickname that’s used more than my name name now… it actually stands for Mara Jade… who is uh-”

“Luke Skywalker’s wife,” he answers, and you look at him a little surprised before smiling. “Yeah… yeah, it’s a little nerdy but…” you trail off and he shakes his head. “Nah, nah I like it. Good character,” he says, and you can feel your face flush. You just hope it’s too dark in here for him to notice. “Yeah, well um… we’re playing tomorrow night, too. I don’t know if you work but I’d love to talk a little bit more?” you ask, and he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that. I’ll be here,” he says, and you smile. “Great! I mean… um… cool. Cool…”

“MJ!” You roll your eyes and give him a lopsided grin. “Duty calls,” you say, sliding off the barstool you were perched on. He nods. “I gotta start cleaning up the bar anyways… so.”

“Yeah… tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

You give him a small smile and an awkward thumbs up before running off to help your bandmates load all of your stuff into their van. Peter turns and starts cleaning up the bar and taking more orders. His head is swimming, did he really just meet his MJ? I mean, yeah, sure, your real name doesn’t actually make the initials M and J but people still call you MJ, so that counts right? He’s so lost in his thoughts, that his spidey sense doesn’t alert him that someone is lingering by the bar for a moment before rushing out. After lamenting for a little while longer, he turns around, and he sees what looks like a receipt. He goes over to grab it when he notices something written on the very bottom.

‘Don’t know whose receipt this is, but my number is (xxx) xxx-xxx. Just in case something would prevent you from coming tomorrow. - MJ :)’

He smiles and tucks it in his pocket. “MJ,” he says with a grin on his face, wiping down the counter. Maybe his luck was changing after all.

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Dark rwby smut:

Raven has Yang and Weiss hostage and won’t release them. It’s up to Jaune to challenge the bandit leader for the sake of his friend’s freedom.

A knight strode into a bandit camp with purpose.

It sounds like the start of a grand story, some fairytale you’d tell children before bed.

The truth was very different. Jaune Arc had long since abandoned the ideals of heroism. But there was one idea he held onto even now.

An Arc always kept his word.

That’s why he was doing this, he’d sworn to help his friends no matter what and by the gods if he had to take on the most dangerous bandit tribe in fucking Minstral then he would do so. An Arc NEVER went back on his word.

He ignored the squelching mud under his new boots. Or the way his armor sat a little heavier on him than he’d like. The new gauntlets were closer to a robotic hand than the armor most people thought of. A side effect of telling ruby that he was off to save her sister. He’d only just avoided muscle armor. Still, there were worse things than having a suit of armor tailor-made for you by the best blacksmith this side of the afterlife.

It at least let him look the part.

Still, he’d stalled long enough, time to deal with reality.

Raven stood before him.

“You’re a long way from home, boy,” she said, not looking up from the drink she was enjoying. The scantily clad Weiss poured for her. Both her and Yang were chained around the neck.

“I’m here for them”

“Then you have the ransom?” she asked with a raised brow

“Yeah, I'll just be giving it to you in steel rather than gold,” he said, working hard to keep his voice calm as he drew his blade. He didn’t deploy the shield; he'd need the element of surprise if he wanted any chance of surviving this.

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Raven was worried, she’d heard about the arc family, hell she’d gone to school with the boy's father. There was a good reason why the area around the arc ancestral lands was so safe. Everyone who crossed the family died, or worse.

And his mother was definitely worse. A tribal just like her she’d fought Arc to prove a point, now thirty years later she was still a breeding sow for the family. Her warrior stock probably only made them more powerful. And now here he was ready to take her daughter and the Schnee.

If she had it her way she’d just give the boy both and be done with it. They weren’t worth her head. But that wasn’t an option. No, instead she’ll just have to offer something better than the satisfaction of her death.

“Very well boy, I'll take your steel. And if you manage to beat me I’ll even give you my body as well”

She only prayed that the Arc would accept it

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Jaune wasn’t sure what to do, frankly, he wanted nothing to do with a woman who abandoned her daughter but if he didn’t take the deal then he’d likely be jumped by her entire tribe, who had begun forming a circle around the last patch of dry grass that hadn’t been turned to mud from them walking through it.

“Fine,” he said, annoyance in his voice, he just wanted Yang and Weiss back home with the team where they belonged now he’d have to deal with this too.

He took his place across from her, taking his sword in a two-handed grip that his father had tried teaching him when he was a boy. It was Pyrrha who taught him how to fight with a shield. Who taught him to protect others but jaune wasn’t looking to protect here. Only to slay.

There was no signal, Raven just rushed him. Normally he wouldn’t have been able to react to the speed. But months with Nora had taught him to use her peripheral vision. The added context to the attack that was about to hit him prevented panic and allowed him to dodge the blow as an ear-splitting screech tore through the air as dust-enhanced steel met angled armor. It was only sheer luck that let his pommel slam into her chin.

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The boy was strong, Raven had a habit of toying with those weaker than her but for strong opponents, she tried to end it in a single strike. Using her aura to launch herself like a rocket at her enemy then causing another boost of aura to swing her blade fast enough to make a sonic boom like a bullet.

Not only had this jaune blocked it, but in the same fluid motion, he’d counterattacked. And now he was coming at her.

Gods’ why didn’t she just give him the girls?!

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Jaune stumbled forward catching himself just in time to almost run but not quite. Still, he was out of time bracing his shoulder he jumped forward slamming into her gut just as her sword would have split his head.

He’d told ruby he needed a helmet!

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Raven was knocked on her ass and fear began to take hold, she couldn’t die here, this boy, this man was too strong and

NO!

She would defeat him, rolling to her feet she charged as much aura as she could into her blade and swung down, she’d be exhausted but the monster would be dead. Off to the side, she noticed that her daughter had freed herself and the Schnee. That would be a problem but it was too late for her to save her little boy toy.

Just as her daughter screamed the world went white

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Jaune felt more aura coursing through him than ever before. And down there in front of him, on her back trying to crawl away in fear was raven.

“I give up!” she screamed as jaune lifted his sword, “please just take them and go!”

Jaune glared at the woman “I’d love nothing more than to leave your weak tribe and be fucking done with this” he said honestly. The longer he stayed here the more likely it was these guys would jump him. And even if he got lucky with raven he doubted he could take all of them “but unfortunately I made you a promise”

With that, he began to unarmor himself. Taking a step toward the retreating woman with each thunk of the heavy armor falling away until as he stripped his pants and showed off his cock to the world he once more sighed pulling raven back by her legs to him. He hoped yang and Weiss weren’t watching, he was pretty average and didn’t have much to show off. Then again, he didn’t have much to compare him with.

All the guys at beacon refused to shower with him in the locker room

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OF COURSE THE BOY WAS A MONSTER, HE WAS A FUCKING ARC!

He was carrying around a foot of cock and it was surely gonna ruin her. But as Raven tried to crawl away, her own aura utterly depleted she felt him drag her back in front of him by her ankle. Her hands pulling up tufts of grass in vane as she tried to avoid her fate

“Just hurry the fuck up and strip raven, I have better shit to do!” came the annoyed voice of the monster behind her

What?

She froze and jaune growled in frustration ripping her clothes apart and lining himself up with her snatch

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She was tight, that was about all Jaune could say on the subject as Raven squirmed and struggled underneath him. He really wasn’t enjoying this. She was too shallow, too unused to him and SHE KEPT FUCKING CRAWLING AWAY!

Like, he got it, it was probably annoying to have to deal with him shoving himself into her, but damn it this wasn’t his fucking idea. And an Arc always keeps their word, so here he was trying to hold this whining bitch down so he could finish up and be done the entire fucking thing.

Finally getting tired of her bullshit jaune wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her back into him. She screamed louder as he hammered into her, probably pissed that he was touching her hair like yang would be. Damn it he was starting to lose his boner! Think about Ruby Jaune! Think about that big, bubbly, Rubooty!

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Raven was going to die, she was sure of it, his massive cock was sticking out of her stomach and she could feel her body struggling to accommodate him as he shoved that fucking pillar deep into her. Having already gone as far as her womb.

Then he told her he was halfway in! The fuking idiot didn’t seem to get that there was NO MORE FUCKING ROOM FOR HIM.

She screamed as her body was flooded with pleasure as he pulled her hair. Bringing her back into him as he fucked her like a common whore. Her daughter was watching with her friend and… oh gods he just got bigger!

He must have seen Yang masterbating to this.

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He smacked Raven’s ass, disappointed it didn’t jiggle like Ruby’s when she ran, and struggled to maintain the fantasy. With a grunt, he pushed in deeper and held her there as his first orgasm finally came.

Thank the Gods’

Only two more holes to go.

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Raven thought it was over when she felt herself fill with cum, groaning in relief as jaune pulled out of her now leaking cunt. Ruined for all the world to see. But then she felt herself being pulled up by her hair. And suddenly she was being throat fucked, her vision filled by a sneering Jaune.

She felt herself cum again as he used her

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It was official, raven sucked at this. It was a fucking blow job! How hard could it be? Nora had given him plenty when she was bored on the road and Ren couldn’t keep up with her anymore. Let alone when he imagined Ruby to be able to do it. No, that wasn’t fair. Maybe she was just out of practice. After all, it's not like many guys around here would give her the time of day.

Okay Jaune just lay close your eyes and imagine Ruby, you can do this

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He was thinking about someone else, Raven was sure of it now, the way he kept his eyes closed. The way he tried to force her deeper. Was it Yang? Was that why he was here to save her? She didn’t know she didn’t care. Right now that massive dick was being used for her, it was hers!

Her nose filled with his scent, her tongue slipping out from her mouth to lap at his balls. Oh gods what a man. To take her so utterly. To ruin her and have her be just another of his conquests. She wept with joy as she felt him cum down her throat.

She couldn’t give this up

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Jaune stared down at the clearly delirious Raven, he was a little worried that he’d gone too far as he had forgotten to let her breathe. Normally he’d just wait for the tap on his thigh but she obviously didn’t know about that.

Oh well, just anal left and he could head home with yang and Weiss. He hoped they weren’t too bored.

“Turn around slut,” he said, trying to sound authoritative. He’d heard girls like that, and he was willing to try with Raven since it didn’t really matter if she didn’t like it. Not like he was ever gonna see her again

He was pleasantly surprised to find he was right as he watched Raven squeal in glee before she put herself face down into the grass. Huh… good to know, maybe Ruby would like it if he used his leader’s voice?

Lining up with the older woman’s ass Jaune decided it was about time to wrap this up so he wasn’t gonna go with the slow and steady pace he had before

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Raven’s world was one of sensations alone as she felt her master slam his cock into her ass. Her eyes swam with colors and her body twitched as she felt orgasm after orgasm. Pain and pleasure mixing in a delirious cocktail that her brain drowned in. and her hands, no longer being used to hold her up, Rubbed along the imprint his cock made in her. Trying to give him the same pleasure she felt

Every breath was praise for him.

This was heaven.

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Raven was annoying as hell.

“iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouILOVEYOU!”

“Please just shut the fuck up Raven!” Jaune screamed back as he tried to finish himself off. Groaning in relief as he felt another set of mouths on his balls. Turning around he saw Yang and Weiss doing their best to help him through this chore. They were great friends and jaune owed them for this.

What they lacked in skill they made up for in enthusiasm. And Jaune soon found himself about to cum slamming home in the bandit queen jaune moaned in relief as he flooded raven’s body with his seed. Slowly pulling the still hard cock out of the twitching mess of a woman and letting Yang and Weiss try to clean him up.

Oh yeah, he owed these two a lot. Though he did come to save them in the first place. But that was only to help his friends so yeah, he’d still owe them.

Nodding in agreement with his train of logic, he said out loud “welp time to go home” to his surprise the Raven opened a portal to …. Qrow?

OH HEY, THERE WAS RUBY!

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Ruby was a very happy girl, her sister was safe, as was her bestie Weiss. And Raven had even learned the error of her ways. Yeah, today was great.

It was also great because she was slamming her nice thicc ass back on Jaune’s dick like nature intended. Honestly, what was Raven thinking trying to take a dick this amazing with an ass like that? At least Yang had the common sense to use her tits to get jaune off. And Weiss…. Weiss was willing to help however she could.

So that’s why she let her sister and friend join in on her fun with her boyfriend.

Slamming her ass down on his dick faster, Ruby relished the attention that was on her as Raven whimpered in the corner.

Yeah, Yang and Weiss got to help, but Raven had to study hard if she wanted to be a good slut. That’s why she was being forced to watch her and Jaune go at it for hours on end.

It totally wasn’t because ruby liked putting the snobby bitch in her place. Ruby would never do that.

Moaning in pure pleasure as she arched her back and Jaune came inside her. Ruby smiled before resuming her work with a kiss from Jaune.

And they all lived happily ever after

[thedamageofherdays]

This week's [23-08-2021 - 29-08-2021] reading log is here! I read a lot again this week and I feel like it's a lovely variety of fics. Most fics are Stucky like usual, but there's at least one other ship. I am constantly amazed by the talent people have in this fandom! There was one fic I read on Tumblr that I can't seem to find unfortunately, but when I do I'll make sure to reblog and rec it 💕

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

When life gives you lemons by moonthejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 40k words, Mature] (12/15 chapters available)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

The Masseur and the Assassin by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 17k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes needed a vacation from his job. What he found was a happy ending.

The Words Breathe by buckbarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

All Steve has to do is keep his promise. When he doesn’t, Bucky gets mouthy.

Soft by this_wayward_life @wayward-lives [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

The last time he'd seen Bucky he'd looked unhealthy, with pallid skin and greasy, lanky hair. Now, Bucky shone; his hair was thick and silky, his skin a deep bronze from spending so much time outside. He was softer, too; the hard muscle that used to cover him was now replaced by soft fat, his body still strong, but in a more mundane way. His thighs were thicker, his ass plumper, and when he'd pulled Steve into the river Steve had noticed the pudge on his stomach.

Seeing Bucky so happy, well-fed and shining, was a bit of a kick in the face. For all the years they'd known each other, he'd never seen Bucky so... care-free. Now that Bucky was putting on weight, his middle soft and his body malleable, it sent a bolt of arousal through Steve every time he noticed the curves of Bucky's body.

Or: Bucky put on a bit of weight in Wakanda, and Steve is Not Coping.

🌻 Revive Another Side of Me by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

Steve’s never lived in a world without Bucky, and he’s not living now. It takes them a while, much too long, to get that awaited rest, a little slice of peace after the dust has settled.Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are inseparable, history remembers. But they’re not men of the past quite yet.

🌻 imagine being loved by me by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Just after 1am - a few hours after he posted today’s photo - he hears the tell-tale sound of a twitter message. Bucky grabs his phone, not checking who it’s from as he opens it because it’s probably one of his mutuals yelling at him as per usual. When he actually looks at his phone, though, it’s not Natasha

The ‘verified’ check stares back at him for a long moment before he can even bring himself to process the name on his screen. Steve Rogers is messaging him. Or, he reasons, a very good fake. The handle looks right though, not that Bucky knows. Not that Bucky has Captain’s America’s tweets set up as notifications, or that Bucky’s own display name is set to captain america’s bitch. Not at all.

Hey, the first message says. It’s Steve.

🌻 JB’s Complete Lube Services by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

People just didn’t approach Captain America and proposition him. Although, sometimes Steve wished they would; even the pinnacle of virtue and justice needed to get dicked down from time to time.

Or, the one where Steve has the hots for a mechanic and decides to be proactive in getting that dick.

If it had to be someone by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

Bucky had known since he was a child that he didn’t have a choice in who he married, but he’d thought he had more time before the day arrived.

Miscalculations by christywantspizza @christywantspizza [Ransom Drysdale/Reader, 6k words, Explicit]

Ransom tries to get you to sleep with him by less than honorable means. You give him what he wants, just not how he wants it.

How to Seduce a Writer by obsessivereader [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

What's a determined master strategist going to do when the oblivious writer he's trying to woo keeps missing all the clues?

He doesn’t think it’s because he hadn’t signaled his own interest to Bucky. He’s pretty much done everything short of hitting Bucky over the head with semaphore flags by this point. There’s no way Bucky could’ve missed them. Unless… There’d been that one link he’d stumbled upon when he’d googled ‘how to talk to a writer’. It’d been written by a writer, who’d been candid about how oblivious writers could be, and how someone could go about seducing one. An idea starts to form. It’s ridiculous, but at this point, he’s willing to go with ridiculous, since subtle wasn’t getting him anywhere.

🌻 Pod Bless America by Deisderium @deisderium [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Bucky can't believe his favorite podficcer recorded his newest fanfic AU of the show Commandos. He's even more surprised when the customer who busts him listening to fic while he's working in the office supply store turns out to be that podficcer.

* The guy—maybe bi_shield?—took his phone, looked down at the screen, and smiled. "Yeah, that one's mine," he said with no evidence of embarrassment. "It was a good one." He handed the phone back to Bucky.

"I wrote it," Bucky croaked.

take a bite by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 7k words, Mature]

"I’d never let anyone freeze to death.” Steve gives a big sigh and flutters his lashes. “All that blood gone to waste.”

Bucky’s lips turn down and his nose scrunches up a little. “I want to be grossed out, but…”

“But you get it.” Steve gives him a pointed look. “Vampires aren’t the only ones who can appreciate how juicy blood is.”

*

Or: Vampire Steve saves newly-turned werewolf Bucky from a snowstorm.

Leaving the Shield Behind by BuckyAboveEverything [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

“So, on one hand, we have Steve Rogers - hunk, genius, animal lover. Buys you waffles and overpriced coffee. 100% wholesome all-American boy.”

“And, on the other hand, we have Capsicle – twink, smart-ass, fanboy. Reads your stories and sends you fanart. Possibly a pervert or a serial killer.”

Bucky groaned.

“I am 100% certain I am 0% sure of what to do."

Bucky Barnes, full-time copywriter and free-time fanfic writer, struggles to choose between two equally-attractive suitors, only to find that he doesn’t have to after all.

* Based on a true story *

Cap's Book Corner by Neche [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Recluse Author Bucky Barns stumbles into fanboy Steve Rogers bookstore one day...

Cat Nap by galwednesday @galwednesday [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

Objectively, losing the Bucharest safehouse and its contents was the least of Bucky’s problems. The balding agent he’d seen directing the raid was apparently affiliated with SHIELD, which was a shadowy government agency that made representatives from other shadowy government agencies suddenly remember urgent appointments when Bucky tried to bribe, threaten, and otherwise shake them down for information on what the hell SHIELD might want with a former brainwashed assassin. Dodging SHIELD should be his number one priority.

Subjectively, he wanted his fucking cat back.

at any given moment by honeypuffed [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky find out that everyone thinks they're sleeping together.

Brought to Brightness by eyres [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Army veteran Bucky Barnes has fallen in love with Steve, a guy he met online a few months after he returned from Afghanistan. Only problem is, he doesn't know Steve's last name or even what he looks like.

When his sister helps him send his story into MTV's Catfish, he's hoping they can help him meet Steve or, at least, let him move on with his life if Steve isn't real. Little does he know, Steve and Captain America have more in common than just a first name.

🌻 Nokken Wood by leveragehunters @leveragehunters [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

When Sam's friend needs a house-sitter for his place in the country, Steve jumps at the chance. Six months rent-free to do nothing but draw and paint and wander the countryside, looking for inspiration? It was like a dream. But when he gets lost in a storm and nearly falls into a pond he starts to rethink the whole like a dream aspect of life in the country. And when a red-eyed, sharp-clawed, silver-fanged creature rises out of the darkness, Steve is one hundred percent certain the dream's morphed into a nightmare.

...until it gives him a cup of tea.

(Inspired partly by this prompt a supernatural creature is supposed to scare you but instead it gives you a cup of tea and a blanket because you're having a bad day and you keep coming back and partly by this painting.)

Professional Pride by galwednesday [Stucky, 700 words, Teen]

Bucky is having a very good day, until he turns around and finds himself face-to-face with Captain America.

“Oh shit,” he blurts before he can stop himself, and Captain America blinks at him. “Hey, hi, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Here, at New York’s Pride parade, surrounded by thousands of happy screaming people wearing rainbows and sometimes not much else. What is he doing here? Is he on guard duty or something? Was he just on a mission and happened to be passing by on his way back?

He’s in uniform but with the cowl loose around his neck, so when he rubs the back of his head it fluffs up his matted hair. “I, uh. I saw one of your–temporary tattoos?” Captain fucking America says, like it’s a question.

The A-bridged Guide to Trolling by galwednesday [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

“I don’t have any money.”

Oh no, now the girl looked upset. Her eyes were huge and her lip was wobbling. Bucky tried to think fast despite the oh shit oh shit oh shit looping through his head.

“That’s okay,” Bucky said gently. “I don’t need money. We can figure out another kind of toll.”

The girl frowned at him. “Like what?”

Bucky scratched his head, trying to think of something a kid was certain to have on hand. “Do you know any jokes?”

(Fantasy AU in which Steve is a hedge witch with a green thumb, Bucky is a bridge troll who's new in town, and knock-knock jokes are a viable form of currency.)

It's a bittersweet ending (if you know what I mean) by relenafanel [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

“I’ll see you around, Steve,” Bucky answers with a smirk, moving away from the counter with a wink.

Steve watches him go. Bucky’s wearing a pair of skinny jeans coated in something to give the appearance of leather. It’s impossible to not watch him go.

stuck on you by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 5k words, Teen]

“Bucky? You don’t look so hot.”

Bucky makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat, only to start coughing. Of course he doesn’t look hot. He’s sick and he’s dying and Steve obviously isn’t attracted to him.

Decision-Making in Relationships (Paid Research Opportunity!) by castiowl [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

Clint looked thoughtfully at the flyer. “I guess your actual roommate wouldn’t be down with it?”

Bucky frowned. “Have you met Steve Rogers?”

no way out but through by hollimichele [Stucky, 9k words, Teen]

Steve never sees it coming.

you got blood on your hands (and i know it's mine) by nighimpossible [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Bucky refuses to see Steve after his deprogramming.

Like What You See by daisymondays [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

For all the time Bucky’s spent fantasizing about meeting Captain America, he’d never imagined it would be while posing nude in front of a drawing class.

🌻 A Real Boy by itsnotbleak [Stucky, 5k words, Teen]

It took the Winter Soldier three weeks to remember that human beings needed to sleep and eat.

It took Steve far too long to realise the Winter Soldier was sleeping in his bed.

Amapola by chaya [Stucky, 830 words, Teen]

Total fluff. Bucky's recovering nicely. Steve's oblivious. Sometimes it's best to set aside subtlety for action.

Knocking Boots With Sugar by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

In between summers at college, Steve Rogers wants a new adventure beyond his lonely life in Brooklyn. He ends up in West Texas working on a dude ranch where Bucky Barnes is a long-time employee. When Bucky offers to buy Steve a drink, they end up drunk on tequila and making out in public. For the rest of the summer, they're inseparable. As the summer draws to a close, Steve realizes he doesn't want to leave.

Rogers and Associate by roe87 @jro616 [Stucky, 7k words, Teen]

When they first meet, Bucky is a hooker and Steve is a cop. She's been arrested, but Steve lets her off.

Years pass and they maintain a casual friendship, seeing each other out on the streets most nights.

Though he later makes detective, Steve loses faith in the system and quits his job.

He wants to set up as a private investigator, and he asks Bucky if she'd be his assistant.

Just in time by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 1k words, Mature]

Bucky knew the apartment he was renting was old fashioned, but walking in the front door and finding himself transported back to 1938 was not on the list of things he had prepared himself for.

🌻 You Like What's in My Head by dontcallmebree [Stucky, 15k words, Explicit] (with art by @kocuria)

Bucky can’t decide if Steve’s a tough nut to crack or incredibly easy. The timbre of his voice, a low and almost amused, “Sure, kid,” when Bucky asks for a drink feels like something gripping him on the back of his neck.

He thinks this might be one of those moments in life he’ll pinpoint in the future and either curse at for dooming himself, or remember fondly with pride.

He’s right. Bucky Barnes blunders through falling in love with Commander Rogers and tries to find a deeper meaning behind the expensive gifts and thorough fucking.

Can I Sit Here? by BuckyFrickenBarnes [Stucky, 962 words, General]

Bucky has unusual methods for getting rid of his writer's block.

Or, Bucky needs that table.

Workplace Romance by BuckyFricken Barnes [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Bucky is under the impression that his boss hates him.

Or,

Steve needs to get better at dealing with his feelings.

🌻 1-800-MAYTAG by Miss Plum @misspluckyplum [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

Bucky just wants to get some housework done. It gets out of hand fast. Silly little fluff and smut romp with snarky stucky boys.

Eyes of the Forest by Lordelannette [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit] (2/8 chapters available)

When Omega Bucky Barnes comes to Eagle Lake, it was in search of wolves, a creature that had not been seen in the area for decades.

What he finds instead is Steve Rogers, a handsome, though quiet Alpha who seems to be everywhere in the forest.

[haikyuuublog]

Haikyuu Characters as Theater Kids: Inarizaki Edition ft. Sakusa

Sakusa:

Came to practice just to see what was going on and Atsumu pressured him into trying out

Atsumu tried to dance with him and Sakusa swatted his hand away. He then proceeded to speed walk to the corner and use the entire supply of Purrell to “rid himself of that annoying germ”

Atsumu asked him if he thought he was contaminated jokingly

Sakusa just responded with “yes”

Then Atsumu asked, “Would you still love me if I was a germ 🥺”

Sakusa never returned to practice again

Atsumu:

Gets mad every time someone in the audience so much as whispers during the show

Does the fist thing on stage even though there is no music or chant. It looks really stupid.

Gets in fights with Osamu all the time omfg

He was banned from being on the stage at the same time as him because they would throw hands in the middle of the play 😤

Osamu had a line where his character insulted Atsumu’s. Atsumu glared at him yelled, “Ok, I see how it is. Insulting me during the play so I can’t fight back. Jokes on you, I’m gonna fight you anyway!” And then he tackled him and they literally fought onstage.

After the show, people thought that the fight was part of the actual play and Atsumu got praised because “wow, that fight choreography looked so realistic!”

Despite the praise, the instant the audience left, Stage Crew Iwaizumi grabbed them both and said, “the next time you two fight each other in front of me, the fight’s about to get A LOT MORE REALISTIC”

I need to mention Stage Crew Iwaizumi whenever I have the chance because he lives in my head rent free 😌

Atsumu is also so fucking cocky and brags about how good he is

I actually think he would have a good singing voice which is unfortunate because he has a right to brag 😔

Is a ridiculous perfectionist too so he would really want to be the best and put in the effort

Does not cooperate with the other actors and complains nonstop

Has driven away people trying to audition because he straight up will tell them they suck

Really goes all out on stage though. This attention whore needs the standing ovation

Osamu:

Eats on set

Like he brings a whole ass meal and if he’s hungry he will bring the food on stage

One time Atsumu said, “you don’t need to bring food because I’m already a full course meal”

From then on, he brought food for everyone but Atsumu

He does cook all the time for everyone else though

It’s on sight every time he and Atsumu are in the same vicinity

Kita:

Literally the ideal cast member

Hardworking, practices consistently, a leader, smart, patient, cooperative, graceful, doesn’t need to be the center of attention, memorizes all the lines so he could fill in for any cast member etc.

I have no critiques: like he’s genuinely perfect

However, he is really intimidating sometimes

Atsumu complained all the time about Osamu not giving him food. He kept making these annoying passive-aggressive remarks towards him. Like Osamu would mess up a line and Atsumu would be like, “Well MAYBE if you had actually GIVEN someone food, this wouldn’t have happened” or Atsumu would forget a line and be like, “Damn, I’m so HUNGRY, it’s hard to think.” And would just pointedly look towards Osamu.

One day Kita had had enough. In the middle of a scene, this man gets up on stage, walks straight up to Atsumu, and stares him down. He doesn’t say anything. He just stares. With intense eye contact.

Kita is 175.2 cm (5’9”) and Atsumu is 183.6 cm (6’.03”). Yet somehow it felt like Kita was the one looking down on him

Atsumu ended up profusely apologizing and promising he’d never complain about it ever again

Kita basically used only eye contact and his presence to make Atsumu shut the fuck up

So yeah, like I said, Kita’s an absolute saint 😇

Suna:

Records everything to post online

He has a tea account where he posts all the videos; it is mainly the Miya twins fighting

Has amassed so many followers

Some videos he has not posted because he “wanted to use them for future reference”

Atsumu said that suspiciously sounded like blackmail and Suna gave no response which was more concerning than if he said anything

Aran:

Another great person to have in the cast

Helps keep people in line (mainly the Miya Twins), is a good actor, is supportive of everyone

Similar to Kita, he is very mature and poised on set (unlike most people *cough cough* the Miya Twins)

He helps keep them humble too. Especially Atsumu.

Every time Atsumu says something outta pocket, Aran calls him out. His favorite one to say is, “Until you fix your whack ass dye job, you have no right to talk shit about anyone.”

On one hand, Aran does mean to roast him, but also he genuinely really wants Atsumu to fix his dye job.

Which is incredibly valid

Because it’s really bad

He has a bet with Osamu on if he can convince Atsumu to change his hair color

Unfortunately for Atsumu, the color Osamu would secretly dye Atsumu’s hair with was hot pink

But honestly, it’d still be an upgrade 🤷‍♀️

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A/N:

I had a really long day of work today, and I really wanted to get out these headcanons before the day is over. I know I said this about last post, but I really don’t think that these ones are as well-done as the others. I’m sorry that they’re not as funny or creative.

Also, this whole post is basically Atsumu slander. I would like to say that I love Atsumu. I kin Atsumu. I simp for Atsumu. But will I ever stop slandering Atsumu? No. No I will not.

[overthinkingfandom]

So I've been mulling over your stone theory for a while now, and while I'm not sure I'm 100% sold on the staged finale theory, I DO have to admit the stone theory makes a very compelling case towards the staged finale, and I really think a lot of your interpretations of c!Dream feels pretty accurate. Three times feels like too much to be a coincidence when you're gathering stone lol. I'm eager to see more evidence about the staged finale theory whenever you get to it!

Anyways, since 1/3 of the stone theory involves c!Wilbur, I'm curious: how do you see his and c!Dream's relationship? And do you have any predictions on what might happen between them?

c!Dream and c!Wilbur's relationship is so interesting.

There's this common misconception going around that during season 1 they had a negative relationship or even hated each other but that was never actually the case.

c!Wilbur admired c!Dream from day 1. Even as he used him as a convenient enemy to draw people to his side and gain legitimacy for L'manburg, he still expressed that same admiration alongside the words of contempt.

c!Dream on the other hand started off much more neutral. He considered the whole idea of L'manburg foolish and so didn't have the highest opinion on those who tried to create it. But he didn't have particularly strong feelings towards them other than thinking they're delusional and/or stupid.

The independence war was a bit of a turning point. It ended up as a win-win with both c!Wilbur and c!Dream getting what they wanted out of it. c!Wilbur got the position he wanted and c!Dream got a leader who would know to toe the line and not start shit with him. They had this mutual understanding going on for a while and that fed into their Pogtopia interactions.

The vassal conversation is a great microcosm of their dynamic, but is unfortunately often misunderstood. There wasn't any manipulation involved in the deal itself in either direction. Hell, there was barely any time for manipulation to happen considering that the moment c!Wilbur actually explained that he wants TNT to blow up L'manburg with, c!Dream answers "Where can I meet you?"

However, there sure is a whole bunch of attempted manipulation on both their parts. c!Wilbur pulls out the entire playbook of salesmen tricks in order to try and convince c!Dream. c!Dream navigates a veritable minefield of questioning in order to keep his "I changed my mind and I'm now on Pogtopia's against Schlatt, no really" act going.

And the funniest thing about it all is that they both see right through the other, which renders the manipulation useless.

And that's at the heart of their dynamic. They're peers, both expert social players despite using different styles. They don't let each other get away with anything, but a lot of that comes from a place of respect as they can see the skill going into it. It's almost like a friendly competition.

(You can bet that if c!Wilbur was around at the time of the disc finale he wouldn't have let that pass quietly. Even just in his conversation with c!Tommy after it he keeps questioning how c!Tommy and c!Tubbo beat c!Dream and is discontent with how c!Tommy is unable to give him a proper answer.)

Predicting how their relationship is going to go is pretty hard since a lot of it is dependent on exactly what Dream's plan is and would be his state of mind once he leaves prison. And also on some aspects of how the revival book works exactly and if/how it allows them to communicate but that gets more into tinhatting territory.

Something interesting that we may see on c!Wilbur's side is his admiration turning into idealization. He has a tendency to view things in extremes, a kind of black and white thinking. You're with him or against him. He's in the role he wants to be or he's a total failure. You're someone to be admired or you're someone to look down on. There's little in between.

No clue on how that idealization may manifest though. c!Wilbur doesn't really admire anyone the way he admire c!Dream. Even in his important relationships - like c!Tommy, c!Quackity or c!Phil - he doesn't respect them, in large part because he can get away with a lot of manipulation tricks since they don't have the knowledge or skill to keep up with him (c!Quackity isn't nearly the manipulator he thinks he is). So there's not really any baseline to compare it to.

It could manifest as either something constructive or something destructive. Or even both, depending on the state of his mental health at the time. Either way, it's definitely going to be a treat seeing them finally interacting again.