#i live for that and I don't let anyone take it away from me

[thatnightlamp]

HI I just wanted to say that your writing is Amazing and I've been reading your fics all afternoon 😭 thank you for sharing them with us! if you're still taking requests, could I ask for sanguinius or Vulcan with an s/o that really, really enjoys spoiling and taking care of them? Brushing sanguinius' hair and cleaning his wings, massaging Vulcan after a long day, the works 🥺

I don't know who to choose, so I'm writing about both.

Sanguinius

The moon was high over Baal, casting silver light across the polished stone of the Angel's sanctum. The palace was silent save for the gentle whisper of night wind drifting in through the open windows.

Sanguinius sat on a low divan, robe loose around his frame, wings draped across the cushions like living marble statues. He was still in every way but his eyes, which flicked to you as you returned from your washbasin with a tray in hand. Warm oil, a feather comb, a soft towel. The usual spoiling kit.

“You always look like you’re preparing to tend a relic,” he teased softly, voice like warm wine.

“You are a relic,” you replied, kneeling behind him. “One that refuses to rest.”

He chuckled, and it thrilled you every time, how someone so terrifyingly divine could still laugh like a man. You reached forward and carefully untied the gold clasp holding his hair, letting it spill freely down his back like sunlit silk.

As your fingers ran through the long strands, he sighed, the kind of breath that people only release when they finally, truly relax. It was rare, this kind of vulnerability. Even with his brothers, he wore the angel’s mantle. With you, he could just be.

You worked the comb slowly, unhurried. You knew the tangles from battle, from wind, from hours of court. You whispered quiet praises as you smoothed each knot: “Beautiful, as always.” “You smell like starlight.” “You need to let me do this more often.”

Then came his wings. Vast, white, and impossibly soft, but always burdened. They drooped ever so slightly when he was exhausted, when the psychic weight of the Imperium pressed too hard on his soul. You knew how to read the subtle slant of feathers like others read faces.

You cleaned each plume by hand, gently buffing away dust and tension. He flinched when you hit a sore spot near the base. You leaned in, kissed it. “Sorry, love,” you whispered. “I’ll be careful.”

He looked over his shoulder then, catching your gaze. “You care for me too much.”

You smiled, leaning forward to press your forehead against his temple. “And you don’t let anyone care for you enough. Let me balance that.”

He turned then, one wing curling around your back like a protective arm. “You already do,” he said simply. “You make me feel… human again.”

Vulkan

It’s nearly midnight when you hear the forge doors open. The great slam of them is unmistakable, but it’s followed by a softer, more familiar sound, the low, tired groan of a giant who has been carrying the weight of an entire world’s worries. Vulkan.

You meet him in the hall with a towel and a smile. He’s massive, even now as he walks like a mountain made weary. His armor is halfway shed, scorched and smudged from the forge-fires, his tunic damp with sweat. There’s soot in the creases of his fingers and dust on his face. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, all his weariness softens.

“You’re up late,” he rumbles.

“So are you,” you say, stepping up on your toes as he bend down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Sit. Now.”

He chuckles quietly, obediently dropping down onto the great cushion in front of the hearth. The fire you built earlier still glows warmly. You straddle his lap with ease, the towel slung around your neck. One by one, you take his hands in yours, cleaning the soot from under his nails, massaging the thick joints of his knuckles. He lets out a sigh like a furnace cooling.

“You push yourself too hard.”

“There’s much to do.” His voice is gentle, gravelly. “But I know. I know.”

You lean forward, gently wipe the soot off his face.. “Let me take care of you.”

He doesn’t argue. Instead, he bends his head forward and rests his forehead against your chest. Your hands find the wide expanse of his shoulders, kneading the corded muscle beneath. He groans softly, more from relief than pain, and you feel the tension melt from him like iron left too long in the flame.

Later, you wrap him in a blanket and pull him to lie down, even if he dwarfs the bed. You lie beside him with your hand over his heart, feeling the beat, slow, strong, unwavering.

“You are a fire,” you whisper. “And I will tend you for as long as you’ll let me.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, then to your hand. “Then I will burn for you,” he murmurs, already drifting into rare and precious sleep.

[red-dye40]

LOOK EVERYONE BEE'S MAKING ANOTHER LONG TEXT POST!

LET'S ALL READ IT AND REALLY REALLY ABSORB EVERY LAST WORD!

Hello, it's me, Bee. I'm typing with proper capitalization to show you how serious this post is.

Recently, and especially yesterday, I've been getting increasingly upsetting and alarming engagement from fans (it feels stupid saying "fans" but also maybe my overfamiliarity is part of what's biting me in my huge ass.)

I am always of the mindset of letting people do their freak shit, never yucking anyone's yum, etc etc, but I think I have to start being a lot more explicit about where I stand on some things.

First of all, I want to specify upfront that Newfag Runs The Gauntlet is a work of fiction, and what's more, it's very explicit social commentary. You are Not supposed to root for Newf. He is purposefully Not A Good Person. That goes for pretty much everyone in NFRTG in fact; like, yes the CrowdSauce posts are funny and ridiculous, but if you find yourself reading some of the more violent and disturbing parts of those threads and being like "woah that's just like me!" then I urge you to understand that it's not a Good thing.

NFRTG isn't written to be representation for paraphiles or radqueers. I in fact do not use either of those terms to describe myself, because I personally am deeply uncomfortable with how broad and vague and muddy the definitions are, and how it invites and potentially encourages some really unsavory behavior. NFRTG is a cautionary tale first and foremost. It's a horror novel because it is SCARY how willingly all these characters agree to ruin people's lives for a laugh. It's also FUNNY because I am very funny :) and it's HOT and you can think it's HOT because I do! And definitely write parts of it to be hot and horny! That's part of the horror, too! Not knowing whether you're disturbed or disgusted or aroused! But please please please know that these characters are Not the good guys. There are really no good guys to be found. Intentionally. And that's not a Good Thing.

I'm going to take a big big BIG step back from fandom engagement for my own sake. There inevitably comes a point where creators kind of can't afford to keep up intense fan engagement and I think I'm there, so I'm gonna untrack my tags and let you all have your fun without mommy breathing down your neck. If you want me to see something, you can tag me or submit it to the site for sure! I WANT to see your art and writing and theories and all that! I LOVE it! I just don't think I need to be privy to ALL of it.

My closing remark is I am so grateful and so lucky to have gotten such a following so fast. Pretty much everyone I've interacted with has been very kind and sweet and curious, and I so admire that. What a lucky little bug I am! I want to keep feeling positively about my work and the impact it's having on others, so I urge everyone to approach NFRTG with a critical eye, understand that I am very much Pointing Out A Problem when I write characters doing or saying terrible things, understand that I very much Don't want people to kill themselves or each other, that I don't think these behaviors are just things we should turn our backs to. I was once a deeply suicidal, nihilistic, self-entitled channer who frequented gore sites and watched awful shit for fun. That was not good, and it took years of therapy for me to even START to unpack that and crawl out of that hole of self destruction. But I'm so much happier and healthier and better off now that I'm away from all that, and I will always encourage people to do the same. I really really would prefer it if people stayed alive and helped themselves and didn't harm others. That is my ask.

Thank you for your reading and I love you and I LIKE you. Please be safe and good :)

[buckgasms]

"This is a good room..."

So I had a little idea for a fic, it's gonna be spoilers for Thunderbolts so if you haven't watched it PLEASE don't read this fic because I dont wanna spoil it for anyone!

A bit angsty but also fluffy at the end....

Fic below the cut

You had been in your apartment, watching the breaking news alert showing a black void spreading across the city.

Your heart had thumped in your chest as you caught a glimpse of Bucky at the site of the growing disaster, and then the TV feed cut off.

You ran to the window and watched in horror as the blackness seeped across buildings until you realised it was heading towards you. Before you could even panic the world turned black.

🌑

Were you in hell?

You considered your life for a brief moment as you looked around, surrounded by all your very worst memories and moments.

They clawed and screeched at you, chasing you from one nightmare to the next. Just when you escaped one, an old agony presented itself. The ones you'd long buried.

Just as it seemed like it would go on for eternity it all snapped back into place. You were back in your apartment, as if nothing had happened.

Even the TV was back on and there was Bucky and his new friends being announced as Earth's mightiest heroes. The whiplash of all your darkest secrets and pain caught up with you in that moment and you dropped to the floor.

Crawling into the corner of the room, you curled up and sobbed.

🌑

After the impromptu press junket Bucky had slipped away from the group and headed straight home. It had been a weird day to say the least, and his body ached. He just wanted you.

He was also doing his best not to linger too long on what he had seen in his own rooms when he stepped into the Void. He'd worked hard to accept his past and turn it into something good. But reliving it in 3D whilst trying to save the world was a bit of a curve ball.

He took the stairs two at a time until he was at the door, already glad to be home, his shoulders relaxing as the door clicked shut.

But something was wrong. The lights were off, the TV humming low and you were...not there. He took another panicked glance around the room until something caught his eye, your foot peeking out from behind the little bar stool by the kitchen.

He approached with caution, but you still jumped when you saw him. You sobbed loudly as he dropped to his knees and let you drag him into a rub crushing hug.

"It's ok" he soothed as you clung to his t-shirt burying your face into his chest.

"It's all over baby I promise, nothing's gonna hurt you..."

It took a little while, some kisses and lots of hair stroking before you managed to stem the flood of tears. You sat wrapped in his arms, still curled up but feeling a lot safer with him there.

"It was so awful. All those rooms.... Just every terrible thing I never want to remember just... There... And doing it alone..." You curled into his body as he held you tighter.

"You're not alone baby..."

He squeezed you before placing a finger under your chin and guiding you to look at him. His blue eyes full of emotion and understanding.

"I promise, I'm always gonna be here."

You smile and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. You sit there quietly for a moment.

"I'm still too scared to move Buck. What if this is still a bad room?"

He chuckles gently and pulls you closer. "Well let me tell you about this room baby. This room is our living room. The one we decided was where we wanted to spend our time together."

"And that is the couch you spent about four hours deciding on at the store-"

"And you took 45 minutes to break it..." You interjected with a giggle.

He chuckles fondly. "Damn straight. I was just taking care of my best girl, not my fault the craftsmanship can't handle me."

"Oh and that's the artwork you got me for my birthday, I'd seen it at the market and you went back and got it for me as a surprise" You remember as he nods again, his eyes flicking around the room full of fond memories.

You sigh and lean against his chest and he presses his lips to your hair.

"See sweetheart, this is a good room and as long as we're in it, it always will be."

[faghubby]

Strange things happen at weddings

I went alone to my sister's wedding. It was a lovely ceremony other then family I didn't know anyone. So at the reception my mother told me to ask someone to dance. I picked a pretty red head. Turned out she was my new brother in-laws cousin.

"Teresa, but everyone calls me Terry" she said with a wide grin. We hit it off right away, that plus prehaps a bit to much drinking. We left early and wound up in my hotel room. As we kissed she just knelt and pulled out my cock. She was soon deep throating me. I came hard fall back on the bed. She seemed like she was getting ready to leave.

"Where are you off to?" I asked.

"Paul this was fun but I don't want my mother to worry" she said I grabbed her arm

"Don't go" I pleaded.

"I'm not like other girls" she told me crawling into bed.

"I don't care" I said

"You might" she sat on top of me. She lifted her dress. I was staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen. The little panties she wore couldn't hold it.

"Want me to go?" She asked. I was stunned but I didn't. She slid forward now the head of her cock rubbing against my lips.

"I never" I mumbled.

"Suck it now" Terry ordered. I parted my lips and she forced it in. I was soon slobbering all over her cock. I did what she had done to me. I only could take a few inches.

"I swallowed all of your goo, so you better swallow mine" Terry told me. A moment later she was pumping her load into my mouth. I tried to swallow but only able to take about half. Terry made me lick up all that I had spilled. She got up and took off her dress, she stripped naked. She was gorgeous. If I hadn't just sucked it I would of never believed she had a cock.

"You're a good boy aren't you, you like to be told what to do" She smiled. As she had me stand and stripped me as well. Now that we where both naked I realized just how big her cock was. It was much bigger then my modest barely 5 inches thin cock.

"Do you want me to take you? Make you my little bitch?" Terry laughed smacking my ass. "Lean over this table" she told me. She found her purse and returned she yanked my dick from behind as she poured some cool liquid on my ass. Her fingers worked my ass. As she teased my cock. After a few minutes she stopped and replaced her fingers with her cock. It felt enormous as she worked it into my ass. It hurt but a good hurt. I moaned as she started to work his cock in and out. Soon she was pounding away on my ass. She didn't stop until she pumped her sperm deep into my bowels. We spent the night together. In the morning we went downstairs for breakfast. We got alot of looks and snickers.

"Don't let them bother you sweety. You liked it didn't you" Terry told me. She didn't ask she told me. She also gave me a look when I went to get more bacon.

"Don't want that cute ass sagging do we" I just put the bacon down. I went upstairs to pack. Terry went with me. As soon as we where back in the room she grabbed me.

"I want that ass again" she hissed she had me naked in seconds. I found myself on my back my legs on her shoulders as she fucked my ass again.

"Your little pee pee is so excited" Terry teased she jerked me as she fucked me. We came together.

"I like you Paul, love to see you again" Terry told me. She put her number in my phone. I thought we live more then an hour apart so chances where this was a one time thing.

Terry texted me two days later, just to say hi. We continued to chat through the week. By the next weekend she drove out to see me. She attacked me as soon as I opened the door.

"I am going to fuck you so hard" she told me. And again I found myself bent over my table this time as she pounded away.

"Terry I want you" I told her as soon as she finished in my ass.

"Baby, your so little I think maybe you should let me be the Alpha in this relationship" she told me. I felt defeated. Terry pinched my nipples.

"I just feel" I muttered.

"I know baby. It's okay, I will teach you how to recieve pleasure other ways" Terry smiled. "Let's start by you staying naked" Terry told me. As she fixed her skirt. I removed the rest of my clothes and showed her around my house.

"You are doing wonderful" Terry told me as I made her lunch. "You like being submissive don't you?" Terry laughed. I had not thought about it but I was hard again as she ran her hand over my ass. We spent the weekend together. Terry was definitely in charge. It felt right.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Terry asked me Sunday morning after I sucked her cock.

"What?" I said confused.

"Do you feel maybe it's gay" Terry asked. I blushed.

"Prehaps, but you are a woman, just have a. Well you know" I muttered

"A cock, sweety I have a nice big cock you can't get enough of" she told me. I nodded

"Yes I love you and your cock" I told her

"You love me?" She laughed. I hadn't thought of it. But I did. I did love her already. Terry had to go home. But the next weekend I drove out to see her. She lived with a roommate

"You must be Paulie" a short petite woman smiled. "Terry is in her room" pointing to the door. I knocked

"Come in" she sang. I opened the door to find Terry waiting In black lingerie her cock poping out of the tiny panties. She pointed to the ground I was on my knees her cock in my mouth before we even said hello. After another sex filled weekend.

"Move in with me" I asked Terry.

"You are crazy, but if I did we would have to set up some ground rules. I need a big strong man to take care of me, but in private you are my bitch" Terry told me. "You want to be my bitch don't you?" She asked.

"I would love to be your Bitch" I confessed.

"I know you do, so I got you something" she handed me a little pink satin bag. I opened it inside was some kind of metal something.

"It's a chastity cage" Terry told me. "Will you wear it for me?" I nodded and she took it and fiddled with it as she then locked it.

"You can't get an erection without my permission" Terry told me. "Go show Elle " she told me as she called Elle in.

"Wow, you weren't kidding he is small isn't he. What are you going to do when you need some cock?" Elle asked

"I don't know, what do you think Paulie?" I was to embarrassed to even speak as they talked about me naked in this tiny metal cage around my dick.

"I guess all of Paulies friends could help me out" Terry smiled.

"Do you have any big cocked friends Paulie?" Elle asked. I shook ,y head.

"Go ahead you can talk about it" Terry assured me.

"My friends, well they won't talk to me after I started seeing Terry" I said barely over a whisper.

"Poor baby" Terry said pulling me to her. "Why didn't you tell me?" Elle left us alone.

"I love you sweety and it will be okay, I will help you" Terry told me.

"Terry are you serious about other guys?" I asked my head buried in her breasts.

"Of course sweety, I do love cock" she told me. As she did her cock grew hard against my leg. Terry wasted no time fucking me again my dick hurt as it tried to get hard in the cage. When she finished she had another surprise pushing a plug into my ass. I had to go. She had me dress and wear the plug the whole ride home. To make sure I did she packed a bag and came home with me.

She moved in two weeks later and proposed to me shortly after. I've never been happier.

[selfloverrrrrr]

Situationship?

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physical and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, footballer Gojo, ex boyfriend sukuna, angst, happy ending, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Y/N’s POV

The dorm party was too loud, too packed, and too full of drunk people trying to impress each other with their fake laughs and shitty taste in music. I only came because Shoko begged me. Said I needed to 'unclench and live a little'. I regretted it ten minutes in. Then I saw him. Gojo Satoru. Towering. Grinning. Moving through the crowd like he owned it. God, I hated him. That stupid smirk. The way he walked like the world was made for him.

The girls giggling around him like moths to a flame. He was rich, loud, annoyingly hot—and knew it. He caught my eye from across the room and tilted his head like I was some puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. Then he made his way toward me. Great. "Didn’t think this was your scene, princess,” he said, offering me a drink I didn’t take. "I’m not here for you," I replied, already irritated. "But you are here," he grinned, standing too close. "That’s enough."

I stepped back. “Save the charm for someone who wants it.” I said. “You think I do this for them?” he asked, his voice dipping low. “Nah. I’m here for you, Y/N. Always have been.” I laughed. Actually laughed. “That’s sad.” He didn’t flinch. Just leaned down, whispering near my ear, “Bet you’d sound prettier laughing under me.”he whispered. I shoved him back. Hard. His grin only widened. “Touchy. So you do want me.”

“You’re disgusting.” I said. “No, I’m just patient” he said softly, eyes gleaming. I started to walk away. “Come on,” he called after me. “One night. That’s all. You’ll stop pretending after that.” I didn’t turn around. Just flipped him off over my shoulder and vanished into the crowd. But I could still feel his eyes burning into my back. Still hear his voice laced with promise and obsession.

Gojo Satoru wasn’t used to being told no. And that made me his favorite game. I was sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand, trying to drown out the noise and avoid every guy who thought staring at my chest was a valid pickup line. That’s when I heard the voice again. "Hope that’s not the only thing you’re putting in your mouth tonight." I didn’t even need to look. Gojo. He leaned on the counter beside me, hands shoved into his pockets, white hair messy like someone had just dragged their fingers through it—which I’m sure someone did.

I stared straight ahead. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” I spat. “Only if you sit on my face.” he spat back. I choked on my drink, glaring. “Jesus, Gojo!” He smirked. “Relax, angel. I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking.” “I’d rather let a cactus fuck me than you.” I said. “That sounds like a challenge,” he said, licking his bottom lip. “I could be rougher if you want.”

I slid off the counter and tried to leave again, but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. "You know," he said, tone dropping into something darker, "it’s cute how hard you pretend. But I see it. That little twitch in your thighs when I talk to you like this.” I yanked my arm free. “I should report you.” “You should fuck me”

I slapped him. The whole kitchen went quiet for a second. Even the music felt like it paused. Gojo touched his cheek, slow. Not smiling this time. His head tilted, that grin wiped clean off his face. The room held its breath. “What?” I asked, defiant, but my voice wasn’t as steady as I wanted it to be. His eyes lifted to mine—icy, distant, off. “You think that was smart?” he said quietly.

“Maybe you’ll learn not to talk to girls like they’re fleshlight material,” I snapped. He stepped forward. One slow step. Then another. “You think I talk to anyone else like this?” he murmured. “You think anyone else gets under my skin enough to make me lose my fucking filter?” His tone wasn’t teasing now. It was sharp. Calculated. I backed up until the counter hit my hip. “Why’s your hair so messy?” I said, trying to redirect. “Someone already dragged you into a room and regretted it?”

It was supposed to be a jab. A petty, bitter comment. But the second it left my mouth, a sharp, unwelcome sting twisted in my chest. God, did someone really…? Gojo's gaze darkened—not with guilt, but something worse. Amusement. “Oh?” He raised a brow. “Is that jealousy I hear, sweetheart?”he smirked. “I asked a question, not that you’d know the difference with your two brain cells.”

He took a step forward, ignoring the insult entirely. “No one dragged me anywhere. Though a few tried,” he said, slow and deliberate. “Wanna guess who I said no to?” I rolled my eyes. “Like I care.” “But you do,” he whispered. “I saw it. The second you asked. Your lips said ‘joke,’ but your eyes screamed ‘who was it?’” My pulse jumped. “Tell me, Y/N… what would you’ve done if I said yes?”

“I would’ve congratulated the girl for surviving your mouth,” I said, folding my arms. He laughed—dry and low. “No, you’d imagine her pressed against the wall. My hand under her skirt. My lips on her neck. You’d picture it, hate it, and then act like it doesn’t bother you.” he whispered. “I said I don’t want you.” I replied. “And yet here we are,” he said, leaning close, breath ghosting my cheek. “You didn’t walk away.”

I rolled my eyes, turned on my heel, and walked away—heels clicking on the floor like punctuation to my refusal. Gojo’s stupid smirk burned behind my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I needed air. Space. Less him. I grabbed a drink from the table, didn’t think twice about who handed it to me. It was just punch. Just enough to take the edge off. But twenty minutes later, the edge wasn’t gone. It was curling.

My skin felt too tight. Breath too shallow. The music pounded like a pulse in my ears. Every brush against my body left fire trailing in its wake. I backed away from the crowd, heart racing, limbs too light. Then I saw him again. Gojo. Leaning against the hallway wall like he'd been waiting all night for the perfect moment to strike. His tie was loose, hair still messy, eyes locked on mine like he knew something was wrong. “You look… flushed,” he said slowly, straightening up. “What happened?”

I blinked. His voice—it sounded deeper. Smoother. Why was he so tall? When did his mouth become something I kept glancing at? “I-I don’t know,” I muttered. “Something’s wrong. That drink—” “Who gave it to you?” he asked, stepping forward instantly. “I—I don’t—” My sentence crumbled. My legs did too. He caught me before I fell, hands strong around my arms. “Fuck,” he muttered, jaw tight. “You're burning up.”

Everything about him felt too much. His hands, his scent, the way his shirt clung to his chest. I hated him. I did. But the sight of him right now… the heat… “I can’t think,” I whispered, fingers clutching his shirt. Gojo didn’t hesitate. Not this time. “Good,” he murmured, brushing his lips over my ear. “Then stop pretending you don’t want me.” He didn’t ask if I needed help. He didn’t ask what he should do.

He just started guiding me toward the back of the house, grip firm, pace slow—and absolutely no regret in his steps. I don't even know when and how we got there. But we were in a bedroom. I don't even know who's bedroom. My mind going dizzy..... Can't even think straight. "You—you look..... So hotttttt" I said and pulled him towards me by his collar. "Oh.... The drug is in my favor I guess" He said. "Mmmm" I replied.

I'm forcing myself on my toes trying to capture his lips. But he's just enjoying that by pulling away and laughing. "You..... Mean...... Kisssssss" I whined with broken words. I was rubbing my thighs from the desperation. The drug is too powerful. "Aww baby... Finally begging?" He asked then pressed his lips on mine. It feels good... Too good. I moaned in the kiss.

"Fuck" He groaned hearing my moan. He pushed me on the bed. Ripped off my dress and my bra. He dragged his tongue from my lips to my boobs. Then captured one nipple in his mouth. I moaned loudly. He's acting like an animal right now. He sucked on it and round his tongue around it. I grabbed on his hair tightly and my head fell on the mattress. My other nipple hardened. He noticed and pinched it with his hand.

He was grinding himself on the mattress for some relief. Then he couldn't control it anymore. He went up and pulled down his pants. Then crawled back over me. His dick is too big. Precum dripping from the head which is red. I was getting wetter by looking at it. He spread my legs apart and ripped off my pantie. "Fuck. I wanted touch this so badly" He whined.

He positioned himself and rubbed it up and down for a few times and then pushed inside. We both moaned. Mine was a scream more than a moan. He started thrusting in and out. Desperately. As if he was waiting for it for a lifetime. "Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck" He moaned between thrusts. My back arched, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open. My nails are scratching his back. It feels too good. Feels like I'm about to get the satisfaction I was searching for after that drink. My mind is going dizzy. All I can hear is wet slapping sounds.

The sunlight hit me like a slap across the face, and the weight of my eyelids made it hard to stay awake. I groaned, attempting to sit up, but the moment I tried to move, the ache hit me. Everywhere. A sore, dull throb that made my body feel like it had been through a battle I didn’t remember starting. I winced, looking around. The room was unfamiliar, the sheets tangled around my legs.

But then I heard him. Gojo. “Morning, princess,” he said, a little too cheerful, sitting on the edge of the bed with his usual smirk plastered across his face. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “How’s it feel?” “What happened…?” My voice was hoarse, the remnants of confusion and guilt swirling in my chest. “You don’t remember?” He chuckled, leaning back casually, clearly amused by my disoriented state. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You were a real trooper last night.”

I shot him a sharp glare, but the soreness in my body made it hard to do much more than that. My thighs ached, and a dull throb pulsed between my legs. I shifted, trying to ignore the tightness. Gojo grinned, as though reading my thoughts. “You were a real fighter, Y/N. We went for... oh, I’d say more than nine rounds.” “Nine rounds?” My heart skipped a beat, and my face flushed with a mixture of confusion and anger. “What the hell are you talking about?”

His smirk widened as he leaned in closer, eyes locking with mine. “What, you didn’t remember?” He chuckled darkly. “You begged for it, princess. I told you not to drink so much, but you didn’t listen. And now… you’re sore all over. I guess I should apologize, but I’m not really sorry.” He straightened up, throwing a casual glance at the door. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Besides, after what we did, I don’t think you'll be able to walk right for a while, huh?” His eyes glinted with something darker as he watched me try to sit up.

The entire room seemed to close in on me. I wanted to scream at him, wanted to punch him, but my body felt too weak, too sore to even try. And the worst part? Part of me felt like I couldn’t even fully hate him anymore. "Who said we're going to do it again?" I asked. Gojo chuckled, stretched and stood up, throwing a playful look over his shoulder. “the way you were begging me last night believe me....I know we will” he winked at me.

"Shut up" I glared at him. "What? Don't want me to tell you the way you grabbed my hair and pulled me towards you while I was sucking on your boo–" Before he can finish I threw a pillow at his face. Because I already started to remember what happened last night. He caught the pillow. "You started remembering,huh?" He teased sticking out his tongue and went to the washroom. But beneath all of it, a sick part of me also felt… wanted. I couldn't believe I let it happen. But Gojo always had a way of making everything seem so inevitable. And the thing is... It happen... Really. Again and again. God I hate him!

Weeks passed. He had a match today. He's the captain of one of our college football team. Today's the final. He texted me yesterday.

Gojo:

Tomorrow's the final.

Come.

Wanna see you there.

I know you'll be there baby. 😉

I signed. I won't go. Obviously. I told myself as I was applying the lip gloss in front of the mirror. Other things are already done.

Gojo's pov

I spotted her the moment I jogged onto the field. There she was—she actually came. Y/N sat in the fourth row, arms crossed, pretending like she didn’t care. Like she hadn’t slipped into that tight little black top just for me. Like she hadn’t taken the seat where she knew I’d see her every damn time I looked toward the stands. She looked unimpressed. Distant. Irritated. I smirked. That meant everything was going according to plan.

Because the thing is—when Y/N says she hates me, it usually means she’s about to let me walk her home again. It means she’ll look at me like I’m the last man on Earth one second and roll her eyes the next. Situationship, huh? That’s cute. But tonight, she didn’t just hate me. She hated that he was here. Sukuna.

Her ex. My rival. The one who still looked at her like she was something he could win back if he just scored one more goal, got one more touch, made one more move. Too bad. This wasn’t his game. It was mine. The whistle blew. And I ran. We clashed hard—shoulder to shoulder, elbow to ribs, cleats grinding turf. Sukuna was fast, brutal, and cocky. I was worse. Because I wasn’t just playing to win. I was playing to make her feel it.

The tension. The possession. Me. Then, it happened. Thirty-five minutes in. We broke through their midfield, the ball met my feet like it knew where it belonged, and I saw my shot. One swift strike. Goal. The crowd exploded. But I didn’t run to my team. I didn’t even turn to the crowd. I turned to her. I jogged straight to the sideline, lifted my jersey, and underneath it? Her name.

Written on my abs. In permanent black ink. Right across my lower stomach, just above my waistband. I pointed at it. Grinned. Stuck my tongue out and made the motion like I was wiping sweat off it—slowly. The crowd screamed. My team went wild. But all I saw was her. Y/N. She stared at me. Eyes wide. Lips parted. And then… she smiled. Gotcha.

And that smile? That was mine. Not Sukuna’s. Not the guy next to her whispering shit into her ear. Not anyone else's. Just mine. Sukuna saw it too. Next play, one of his team member fouled me hard. Elbowed straight into my ribs. “You really think she’s yours?” he hissed under his breath as the ref blew the whistle. “She smiled once, and now you're pissing yourself with pride?”

I leaned into his ear. “I didn't say she was mine, Sukuna,” I whispered. “I said she’s not yours anymore.” Then I glanced at Y/N again. She was still watching. Still fuming. Still biting her lip like she didn’t want to be turned on. This game? It wasn’t about football anymore. It was about her. And tonight, I’d make damn sure she remembered which one of us still made her knees weak without even touching her.

Second half. Sukuna’s face twisted. He snarled something at his team. I didn’t care. I was high off her eyes on me. Second half kicked off. The heat doubled. Sukuna came at me harder. Taunted. “How many girls you gonna brand like that, huh?” I laughed. “Just one. Too bad you fumbled her.” He tackled me a second later—hard and illegal. Ref blew the whistle, but I didn’t flinch. I stood and leaned into Sukuna’s ear.

“She came for me, not you.” He shoved me, and I let him. yellow card. The rest of the game? Pure chaos. We fought for every inch. Grass tore. Sweat poured. At one point, he tried to slam his shoulder into my back, but I pivoted and sent him flying into the dirt. The crowd lost their minds. Last five minutes. Still 1-0. He got desperate. Went for a final attack. It was now or never.

He sprinted. Shot. I intercepted it with a sliding tackle, stole the ball, and sprinted down the field solo. Fast. Free. Electric. The goalie came forward. Too early. I chipped it. It soared. Goal. Second one. Game over. I roared. My team piled on me. But all I was looking for—Y/N. And there she was. Standing now. Clapping slowly. Fighting that smirk. Yeah. That’s mine.

I stared her dead in the eyes as the announcer screamed my name over the stadium speakers. Gojo Satoru. Man of the Match. And just like that, I knew exactly what was going to happen next. Because no matter how many times she says she hates me... She came to watch me win. And tonight? She’s coming home with the winner.

Y/N’s POV

The crowd was still screaming his name when I turned away. I needed a second. Just one damn breath without Gojo’s voice echoing in my head, without his stupid smirk burned into my memory, or the image of my name written across his body flashing behind my eyes. Situationship. Yeah. That’s what I called it. What I kept calling it. But that look on his face when he pointed to my name?

That felt like everything but casual. I was halfway down the corridor near the locker rooms when someone grabbed my wrist. I turned sharply. Sukuna. Of course. He looked too calm. His jersey was dirty, lip slightly bleeding, but he still had that predator’s grin. “You came,” he said, like he had a right to be amused. I tried pulling away. “Let go.” “You used to scream my name like that too, you know,” he muttered, stepping closer. “But now you cheer for the guy who uses you like a cum rag after practice?”

I clenched my jaw. “You don’t know anything.” He laughed low. “Don’t I?” he leaned in, voice cruel. “You think he’s serious about you? Come on, Y/N. He’s the star. He’s got half the campus on their knees for him. You think you're special just ‘cause he fucked you raw and scribbled your name on his abs for attention?” I froze. “You’re not his girl,” he continued. “You’re his toy. Situationships don’t turn into anything. You’ll be nothing more than a warm body in his bed ‘til he finds the next girl to mark.” “Shut up,” I whispered.

“He’ll leave you sore, used up, and stupidly in love while he moves on like it was nothing. That’s what Gojo does.” His smirk widened. “And deep down, you know I’m right.” I yanked my arm back. I didn’t say anything. Didn’t give him the satisfaction. I just turned and walked—faster, burning, breath shallow—until I hit the locker room hallway. Gojo’s team was spilling out—sweaty, laughing, shouting like they won the damn world cup. Some of them whistled when they saw me.

“Yo, Satoru,” one called. “Your girl’s here!” His girl. I hated how that made my heart skip. Then I saw him—Gojo. Shirt off. Skin still glistening from the game. Hair damp and messier than ever. He looked like a fucking sin. And when his eyes landed on me? He smirked like he owned me. Like I was the trophy he’d earned. “Look who decided to come find me,” he said, cocky as hell. “Told you I’d win.”

I swallowed the knot in my throat. He opened his arms. “Come here.” And without meaning to… I did. But now? Everything felt different. Because Sukuna’s words were still whispering in the back of my mind. You’ll be nothing more than a warm body. But Gojo’s hand was already sliding around my waist.

And god—I didn’t shove him away. Not when the locker room was loud and hot and alive with post-game adrenaline. Not when his fingers splayed just a little too low on my hip, grazing skin like he knew what he was doing. He leaned down, voice low, breath against my ear. “You looked good out there, cheering for me.” I didn’t look at him. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He chuckled. “You were smiling.”

“I smile at puppies too. Doesn’t mean I want to sleep with them.” That made him smirk. “You didn’t look like you were thinking about puppies when I lifted my jersey,” he said. “You looked like you wanted to climb me in front of the whole stadium.” I scoffed. “In your dreams.” “Oh, I dream. Trust me.” His voice dipped lower. “Usually about the sounds you make when I’ve got my head between your thighs.”

“Gojo,” I snapped quietly, glancing around. Some of his teammates were still watching, some grinning, like they already knew too much. But Gojo? He didn’t give a shit. He leaned closer, lips barely brushing my cheek. “Come to the afterparty.” “I'm not invited.” I said. “You are the invitation.” he replied. I narrowed my eyes. “You really think you can pull this shit and I’ll just follow you around like some trophy girl?”

“You came to the game,” he said, smug. “You always come.” I hated that he wasn’t wrong. I hated how my body leaned into him instinctively. I hated that his scent—sweat, soap, and victory—was starting to feel like something addictive. “I haven’t decided if I’m staying,” I lied, heart thudding. “I have other places to be.” “Then go,” he said smoothly. “But you won’t.” He let go of my waist like he didn’t need to hold me to keep me close.

And damn it—he didn’t. I stayed. Not because I wanted to. But because Sukuna’s voice was still in the back of my head—and I needed to prove, to myself, that I wasn’t just some warm body. I wanted Gojo to prove me wrong. But he wouldn’t....right? RIGHT? The house was packed. Bodies everywhere. Music thumping like a second heartbeat. Laughter. Booze. Lust hanging heavy in the air.

And Gojo—of course—was in the middle of it all. Crowned in sweat-slick white hair, surrounded by his team, girls orbiting like he was the damn sun. I stood by the kitchen, drink in hand, and hated that I searched for him the second I walked in. I hated that I was even here. But Sukuna’s words wouldn’t shut up in my head.

“Situationships don’t last, Y/N. He’ll fuck you and leave you. He’s probably already fucking others.”

“He’s not serious about you. He just likes the thrill.”

“You're just the current obsession. He’ll get bored.”

I took another drink. And another. And when Gojo finally came over, cocky grin in place, I was already a breath away from snapping. “There’s my girl,” he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder like he hadn’t just ignored me half the night. I pulled away. “Don’t.” He blinked. “Don’t what?” “Don’t touch me like you mean it.” I replied. Something in his face shifted. The smirk didn’t leave, but it faltered.

“Okay… what’s going on?” he asked with a confused chuckle. I looked up at him. “Is this it, Satoru? Is this what we are? I come to your games, you get to show me off, we fuck behind closed doors and pretend there’s nothing more?” His mouth opened. No sound came out. “You know what Sukuna said to me?” I continued, laughing bitterly. “He said you’d get bored. That you’ll never choose me. That I’m just a phase. A toy. Something fun before you move on.”

“Y/N—” he tried to say something. “And maybe he’s right. You’re charming, Gojo. You know exactly what to say. You touch me like you own me but you never say I’m yours. You fuck me like I’m the only girl in the world but you never tell me why you want me.” Silence. Music thumped on. Somewhere, someone popped a bottle and screamed. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” I whispered, throat tight. “This thing. You. Me. The almosts. I’m done.”

And before he could answer, I walked away. Left the house. Left him standing there. And for once, I hoped he knew what it felt like to be unwanted.

Gojo’s POV

The party didn’t matter anymore. Neither did the noise, or the crowd, or the two girls who’d tried to flirt with me right after Y/N left. All I could hear was her voice.

“You touch me like you own me but you never say I’m yours.”

Fuck. For the first time, she walked away. No playful retreat. No teasing glance over her shoulder. Just cold, clean heartbreak. I downed a shot. Threw the glass on the floor. This wasn’t over. Not even close. If she wanted proof? I was going to give her everything.

I went to his house. I didn’t knock. Didn’t text. Didn’t care. I kicked his door open like a storm, breathing fire and dragging my rage in with me. Sukuna was on his couch, a drink in one hand and a smirk already stretching across his face. “Well well,” he said slowly, sipping his whiskey, “if it isn’t Mr. MVP.” I didn’t speak. My fists did first. He stood up just in time to dodge the full blow, but my fist clipped his jaw hard enough to snap his neck sideways.

“You motherfucker,” I growled, advancing. “Ohhh,” he laughed darkly, licking the blood off his lip, “that angry, huh? Guess you heard what I told her.” I slammed him against the wall. “You poisoned her mind. You planted every fucking doubt—” he cuts off my sentence. “And she believed it.” His voice was calm. Cruel. “Funny, isn’t it? How easy it was? How deep down she knew it was true?” I lost it.

Fists flew. Bodies crashed into furniture. Glass shattered. His living room turned into a goddamn war zone. And even when he got a lucky punch in—hard enough to make something crack in my hand—I didn’t stop. Not until he pinned me for a second, panting, sweat and blood slick between us. “She’s mine,” Sukuna hissed. “She never fucking was,” I snapped back, even as pain screamed from my broken finger. “She’s not a prize, you twisted freak.”

“Oh, but I’m not done. You think this is some great love story? She’s already halfway back to me. She’s not gonna wait for your dumb emotional revelation. She doesn’t even trust you, Gojo. She doesn’t believe in you.” I punched him again. Harder. My finger screamed in pain, but I didn’t care. “I’ll fix it,” I said low, pressing my forearm to his throat. “I’ll burn the world to prove her wrong. I’ll rip your lies out of her brain with my bare hands.”

Sukuna chuckled under the pressure. “But will she ever choose you?” I stared down at him. My knuckles bleeding. My hand swelling. My breath ragged. “She already did,” I whispered. “You’re just too fucking pathetic to accept it.” And then I let go. Left him gasping, laughing, bloodied on the floor of his own damn apartment. As I walked out, I made a silent vow. She was worth bleeding for. And I wasn’t done.

Y/n's pov

I didn’t want to cry, but the lump in my throat refused to go away. My room was dark, the only light a dim lamp glowing like a dying heartbeat. I stared at the wall. I hadn’t even changed out of my clothes from the game. Still in his oversized hoodie—Gojo’s hoodie. I hated that it still smelled like him. Like everything I was trying to forget.

Then came the knock. Loud. Desperate. Then his voice. “Y/N. Open the door.” I didn’t move. “Please.” Another knock. This one quieter. Like he was losing fight. “I know you’re in there. I know I don’t deserve it. But I’m begging you.” I stood slowly. Opened the door just a crack. Gojo looked wrecked. Split lip. Bruised cheekbone. Knuckles raw. His hair even messier than usual, falling into his eyes like it gave up trying to stay out of trouble.

He saw my expression. The hoodie. “I went to Sukuna,” he said. “What?” My breath hitched. “I fought him. Almost beat him unconscious.” “Are you insane—?” I spoke. “Maybe,” he said. “But I had to. He told me what he said to you. What he planted in your head. And the worst part? Some of it was true.” I stayed silent. “I let you think this thing between us was just physical. I made it seem like you were just another girl I could mess with and move on from. But it was never like that. I’ve been scared. Of how much you meant. Of ruining it. But I ruined it anyway.”

“Satoru…” “No, listen to me.” He stepped closer, voice trembling just a little. “You’re not just someone I want to sleep with. You’re the only person who makes me nervous before a game. The only one I look for in the crowd. I kissed your name into the air when I scored tonight.” I blinked. “That celebration—” “It was for you,” he said softly. “Because even when you say you hate me… you still show up.” I swallowed hard, heat rushing to my face.

“You said it’s just a situationship,” he whispered. “But it never was for me. I just didn’t have the guts to admit I wanted more. And now I might’ve lost you for good.” He stood there. Vulnerable. Unarmored. And for once, Satoru Gojo wasn’t cocky. He wasn’t smirking. He looked scared. I opened the door fully. Just enough to let the pain breathe between us. “I don’t trust you yet,” I said quietly. “But I didn’t want to stop loving you. I just wanted to stop hurting.”

Gojo stepped in like he was entering a church. Quiet. Reverent. He stood in the middle of my room, eyes shifting like he didn’t know where he was allowed to look. Like he thought I might kick him out at any second. “Sit down,” I said softly. He did. No questions asked. I pulled out the first aid kit from my drawer and knelt in front of him. My fingers hovered over the dark bruise blooming across his cheek. He hissed when I dabbed antiseptic to the split near his lip.

“Idiot,” I muttered. His smirk was faint. “Missed being called that.” “Shut up,” I whispered, though there was no venom in my voice. I cleaned the cuts, bandaged the raw skin on his knuckles—he’d hit Sukuna hard—and I saw it then. His right hand. The swelling. The way his index finger bent just slightly wrong. “Your finger—” I spoke. “It’s fine.” he replied. “Satoru.” I warned “I said it’s fine.” he repeated.

I looked at him. Really looked. “You broke it, didn’t you?” He averted his eyes. “Get up. We’re going to the hospital.” “No. I’m not leaving this room. Not until I fix us.” he said. “You need a doctor—”I spoke but he cuts off my sentence. “I need you.” His voice cracked. “Just let me have this moment. Let me have you again. Even if you hate me tomorrow.” I stared at him. Heart aching. Eyes full. “I don’t hate you,” I whispered. He looked up.

“I wanted to,” I admitted, voice trembling. “God, I tried. But even when I said I wouldn’t come to your match, I went. Even when I said I was done, I still waited for you. Because I knew—” I paused, swallowing the wave in my throat. “—I knew you’d come.” He reached for my hand. Held it like he’d break if I let go. “Y/N,” he breathed. “I love you. I love you so much it’s disgusting. And I know I don’t deserve you after everything. But I swear, I’ll prove it. Every damn day.”

I closed the distance between us and kissed his bruised lips gently. Not lustful. Not desperate. Just ours. And I whispered, “Then start by going to the hospital. Idiot.” He groaned, leaning his forehead to mine. “Can I not just—stay here a bit more? My pride’s already shattered.” “Too bad,” I smirked. “Your girlfriend’s a tyrant.” His eyes widened. “Girlfriend?” he said, half a tease, half in awe. “Unless you want me to say something else,” I whispered. He kissed me again.

But just as I stood to pull him up—A wave of dizziness washed over me. “Y/N?” Gojo stood instantly. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’m fine—just—” I sat back on the bed, clutching my head. “Okay, nope. You’re going too.” he said. “No,” I laughed softly. “I’m not sick.” He crouched again. “Then what is it?” I stared at him, heartbeat in my throat. It was too soon. Too raw. But he deserved the truth now. All of it.

“I’m pregnant.” I said. The silence hit like thunder. His mouth opened. Closed. “Y/N…” “I found out last week. Was going to tell you after the game. But then everything fell apart and I thought… maybe it was a sign I should raise it alone.” His eyes were wide. Shining. “No. Don’t ever think that.” He cupped my face, hands trembling. “You’re not alone. We’re not alone.” I didn’t realize I was crying until he kissed my tears away.

Then he pulled me into his chest and whispered against my hair, “I’m going to marry you someday, Y/N. I’ll be better. For you. For our baby.” And I believed him. Because for once, he wasn’t the reckless college football star or the smug boy with a wicked tongue. He was just Satoru. Mine. And I was his.

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[polyamorouscultureis]

Hi,

I hope this isn't too heavy to throw at you but I could really use the advice or opinion of the polyam community. I've been polyamorous ever since I started dating (6 years ago, I'm an adult); I never recognised myself in monogamy, and I believe in polyamory both due to personal preferences and to the political and ethical dimensions of polyamory, which are very important to me.

My partner and I live very far away from each other. We've been together for 3 years and have always had a polyamorous and open relationship (he was with someone who was married when I met him). Due to circumstances and personal preferences, we ended up in a hierarchical polyam situation where we are primary partners. We trust each other a lot, we have a very open and honest communication. All this to say it's a very loving and healthy polyam frame where everyone is on the same page.

The thing is, every time he tells me he's going to see someone (or have them over - meaning we can't talk at night like we tend to almost every day -, or go on a weekend with his friends and that person), it makes me sick. As in, I can't stop thinking about it, I feel sad and angry, I wait for texts I know won't come because he's busy with someone else. But I reach levels of envy and jealousy I can hardly deal with.

We do talk about it, because communication is important, but I refuse to talk to him about it every time because it would amount to emotionally pressuring him. He would either stop himself from seeing people (which is not something I want because I do want him to be free to create and have meaningful relations as he sees fit), or do everything without telling me, which would eventually weaken the foundation of the trust we share. I try to think about my own relations and sex partners, which I have and with whom I share meaningful and nice moments, in order to bring everything down to manageable proportions, but it barely works.

I hate feeling like this. This suffering is just not something I want in my life or as a reaction to my partner's exercise of his freedom. I don't understand why I'm not able to feel compersion and move on with my evening, instead of spending the entire excruciatingly long time with my phone at hand or without being able to put the thought away. I feel that I'm not actually able to be polyam and open as I have always seen myself. I know one of the baselines is to not be too hard on yourself, but I can't help but feel ashamed of my reactions in addition to feeling like absolute shit with the combination of jealousy and envy taking over my brain. This is not who I want to be not how I want to live my relationship and my life, because, then again, I choose to be polyamorous and I like it, and I feel it's a precious part of my identity and how I relate to the world.

Sorry for the length. I just don't have many polyam people around me and none are dealing with the long distance factor in addition, and I could use anyone's point of view on this.

Thank you 💜

Hi! I'm so sorry you're dealing with this and that you have been for so long. As I'm sure you've heard a hundred times, jealousy is so, so very normal. It's awesome you have such exquisite self-awareness, and I think you're doing all the right things in not putting your partner in a position where he feels like he needs to change what he's doing for your sake.

Here are a few things that sometimes help me turn my own jealousy into compersion (or at least make it less intense of a feeling):

I think about my partner's laugh, their smile, and how valuable their happiness is to me. Although I know they're with someone else and it's sometimes hard to think about their attraction to the other person, I try to focus on how I would encourage them to do anything that makes them happy, and if they're happy with this person, I would never want them to pull away from that source of joy. (Similar to the "if you love them let them go" kind of logic, only I don't have to let them go!)

Letting my body react however it's going to react. If I'm home by myself, I can let myself feel the feelings and whatever comes with it -- if I need to cry, or stress eat, or take a nap, or scream, or whatever, I allow myself to do whatever it takes to express the feeling and get it out of my system. It feels awful at first, but once it passes, I can then indulge in my own hobbies to pass the time until my partner comes home. And usually, the feeling goes away just a little bit faster every time.

Getting a poly-affirming therapist! Either an individual therapist or, if your partner is willing, a couple's therapist. It may take a bit to find the right practice or the right type, but it can be so helpful to have a professional to talk to, especially if this affects your daily life.

Additionally, see if you can figure out the root cause of your jealousy, or if you can find any patterns in what makes you more jealous than other things. (Journaling is suuuuper helpful for this, imo). Is it the idea of him being attracted to someone else to begin with? Is it the thought of him having sex or physical intimacy with someone else? Is it the inability to contact him while he is on a date, or the uncertainty about what they're doing together? There are soooo many factors that could make a person feel insecure or jealous, and once you find the root cause, it'll be easier to tackle. It may be as simple as asking him to check in with a text every couple of hours so that you know he's thinking about you, or asking to meet his date before they go out. See if you and your partner can find little ways to make you feel more secure without him having to completely pull away from anyone he wants to connect with.

I have answered a few other asks on jealousy in case you would like to read those as well!

I hope that this helps at least a little bit, and I'm sorry I didn't get to answering this sooner (and thank you for following up to make sure I saw it)! Hopefully others will give their own insights in the reblogs and comments as well.

Sending you all the love, anon! <3

[starm0onlight]

hii! your writing is amazing 😭😭could I make a request for lynette x reader headcanons/oneshot of lynette falling in love with reader! with a extroverted reader i freaking love her and there’s not enough content of her, and it’s most always written with a introverted reader :(

gn or fem reader please! id much prefer fem reader but id probably be fine with gn! reader is part shark like how lynette has her cat features! they do stuff underwater like marine biology and draws (maybe her drawing lynette and her treasuring it). reader is friends with charlotte and chiori.

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love at first sight !

₊˚⊹ ᰔ pairing: Lynette x fem! half shark! reader!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ note: i enjoy writing this so much and thank you anon you're so nice! i hope I've done good enough for this one ^^

₊˚⊹ ᰔ warning: none

₊˚⊹ ᰔ content: love at first sight, nervous Lynette, reader being oblivious for a little, kisses, cuddles, slight jealousy, fluff , this one is so long so enjoy

🦈- Lynette never imagined she would fall for anyone, let alone someone who's completely opposite of her, let alone a half shark woman.. 🐈‍⬛- she probably saw you when she went to choiri, she was just there for a visit but then she saw you, talking with chiori all smiling and energetic, she also noticed your shark tail. 🦈- you were talking with choiri but Lynnette couldn't focus on what you were saying because she was admiring you, it's her first time seeing you and she quickly felt warm inside.

🐈‍⬛- you didn't notice her at first still talking to choiri as she sewed your new outfit, until choiri noticed Lynette and called for her.

🦈- and that when you see her, she is standing there looking at you, you notice her cat ears and tail moving like an exciting cat. she quickly looks away and tries to act normal. 🐈‍⬛- choiri then introduces you, you quickly go and take her hand and start shaking it with a big smile on your face. 🦈- "it's so nice to meet new people here! Especially choiri's friends! you're Lynette right? omg Charlotte always tells me about you and your brother, I can't wait to see one of your performances myself!" you said excitedly as you then pulled away from her. 🐈‍⬛- Lynette quickly turn into blushing mess but she didn't want to show it so she quickly cough as she reply softly to you.

🦈- you smile as you then turn to chiori "oki cho i got to go now, but it was really nice meeting your friends! let's meet sometime else okay?" you then turn to Lynette as you smile at her before waving for both of them as you leave. 🐈‍⬛- "you were a mess you know?" said chiori as she didn't even take her eyes off of the dress she was working on but it was clearly what she meant with this. 🦈- Lynette didn't reply she just stare at the way you left from before quickly snap out of it, she nearly embarrassed herself there, what got into her!? 🐈‍⬛- from that day on she start seeing you everywhere and talking to everyone, once her and her brother where walking when they saw you and Charlotte talking all excited

🦈- Lyney didn't miss the way his sister's ears stand when she saw you, and her tail moving too? oh he won't miss that. 🐈‍⬛- he quickly called both Charlotte and you as he draw your attention to them, Lynette quickly tens as you looked at her. 🦈- "omg guys, i haven't interduces you to my friend did i? that y/n she's been living away from here but now she's finally back, she's an artist and marine biologist! isn't that awesome!" said Charlotte as she introduces you to her friends, you blush a little at her complement as you wave to them. 🐈‍⬛- "it's really nice to meet you too! Charlotte tell me all about your shows and magic tricks it's so awesome!! and heyy Lynette, we meet again!"

🦈- Lyney quickly understand everything now, look like his little sister is having a crush, and ofc he won't let that go. 🐈‍⬛- "it's really nice meeting you too miss y/n ! you sound absolutely lovely yourself, since it's your first day here on fountain, why don't i give you a special invitation to our next show? I'm sure Lynette would love to see her new friend there" 🦈- you couldn't hide your excited as you quickly thank him for his kindness not noticing Lynette absolutely disappearing after what her brother said. 🐈‍⬛- "you're so kind mister lyney! hey Lynette wan- huh? Lynette?" you said as you start looking around looking for her, yea you'll get used to that soon.

🦈- after the show you get to be closer to Lynette, and Lynette start warming up to you, don't get nervous when you're around anymore but she still blush a little 🐈‍⬛- always waving at her and run to her whenever you see her on fountain, you even once invited her to your diving session. 🦈- she couldn't refuse you, i mean how could she when you ask her so nicely with your smile on your face? no she couldn't say no to you, never to you 🐈‍⬛- you guys had so much fun then, diving into the sea and exploring all deep down and playing with the sea creatures, Lynette couldn't help but fall in love more with you. 🦈- after that you hang out even more, then she becomes your amuse, always drawing her whenever you can, with her cute cat features and her mesmerizing eyes. 🐈‍⬛- after every art you do for her, you'd give it to her as gift and she'll treasure it with her heart. lyney would tease her from it but she'd shut him up quickly. fermints found it cute.

🦈- and then boom, suddenly you two got together. you confess to her on one of your diving session, taking her to beautiful place as you confess to her and of course she returns your feelings 🐈‍⬛- you were so happy when she said she like you too, Lynette the quite one who always stays behind loves someone so energetic and joyful like you? you quickly kiss her and you both exchange underwater kisses. 🦈- everyone was quick shocked when you two tell them, Charlotte insest om adding this to her news but Lynette refuse not wanting her personal life to be exposed to the public.

🐈‍⬛- you guys always so affection toward each other, or at least you. that doesn't mean she doesn't love you, she just prefer expressing her love through words and gifts. 🦈- even if Lynette herself isn't big fan of PDA she wouldn't mind if you hold her hand or kiss her cheeks in public, she don't care what people think. 🐈‍⬛- when you guys cuddle you're mostly the big spoon because you like holding her, and she didn't mind. 🦈- you always wrapped your big shark tails around her when you guys cuddle, and she always has her tail around your waist 🐈‍⬛- you always have special seat in every show of hers and her brother, and you're always the loudest to cheer specially for her. she's always make sure to do her best to impress you. 🦈- her siblings adores you and approved of your relationship, but lyney always tease Lynette about it, so Lyney coded.

🐈‍⬛- your dates is either to go around and feed cats or just diving into the sea, and sometimes you ask her to pose for you so you can draw her, and she never say no 🦈- and if she don't feel like going out she'll invite you to her house for cuddles and maybe watching something together. 🐈‍⬛- Lynette isn't the jealous type specially around you, she knows that it's just your nation to be to talkative and joyful around others, she found it adorable 🦈- you on the other hand might be a little jealous when she give her attention for too long to someone else that isn't you or her brothers.

🐈‍⬛- but after all you guys love each other so much and would trade the world for each other, and that's all that matters.

[vampymaddy]

Drunk mistake - Ellie Williams

Things haven’t been right with Ellie since the party.

Two weeks ago, you kissed her. Drunk. Dizzy. It had to be a mistake, if she was sober she wouldn't have agreed to it. You're sure of it. What's worse is that since then both of you pretended to forget the next morning.

But forgetting didn’t work.

Not when you’re stuck on patrol together, barely speaking. You know she's aware, but you can't think of anything to spit out. Not when silence stretches tight between you like a live wire. Tonight’s worse.

The two of you sit on watch duty, alone with nothing but the sound of crickets and the occasional crackle of the fire. Ellie’s across from you, legs stretched out, fingers tapping restlessly against her thigh. You feel her eyes burning into the side of your face. You don’t look at her. But she speaks anyway.

“You ever gonna talk to me again?”

The words slice through the quiet. At least she could've warned you or something.

Your jaw clenches and take in a deep breath through your nose. You bite your inner cheek, a dozen responses fighting for space in your mouth.

“I’m talking now,” you mutter.

“Don’t do that,” she snaps, voice sharp. “Don’t act like nothing happened.”

Your chest tightens. “We were drunk, Ellie.”

“Bullshit.”

You finally meet her gaze, and it’s like staring into a storm. Her eyes are dark, wide, blazing.

“But we were,” you say, trying to sound sure. “It was stupid.”

She lets out a bitter laugh and rises to her feet. “Didn’t feel stupid when you had your tongue down my throat.”

Her words cut deeper than they should. Your blood heats. “Jesus, Ellie. Can you get a grip?”

“Oh, I’ve got one,” she snaps. “On the fact that you’ve been avoiding me like the kiss never happened.”

You stand, fists clenched. “What do you want me to say? That I regret it?”

That hits her. You see it — the way her body tenses, how her jaw tightens like she’s holding something in.

You swallow, voice quieter now. “Maybe I do.”

There’s a silence so loud it’s deafening. Ellie just stares at you. No words. No expression. Just… hurt. Real, raw, and completely unguarded.

Then she scoffs. Shakes her head. Looks away like she’s trying to pull herself back into armor.

“Right,” she mutters. “’Cause touching me couldn’t possibly mean anything real to you.”

“Ellie, I didn’t—”

“No.” She steps toward you, closer than she’s been in weeks. “Say it. Say you didn’t feel anything. That it was just some ‘stupid drunk mistake.’ Go on.”

You open your mouth.

But nothing comes out. You can’t say it. And she knows.

You see it in the flash of something vulnerable across her face. Pain laced with fury. And then she reaches for you.

Fingers graze your cheek. The gentlest touch she’s given you since that night.

Her lips crash into yours with a desperation that makes your knees buckle.

It’s messy. Heated. A tangle of frustration and unsaid things. Her hands grip your hips like she’s been starving for you, and the groan she spills into your mouth nearly undoes you.

You kiss her back like you’ve been drowning for two weeks and she’s the first breath you’ve had. She's starved for you.

/yeah that's it for now. I don't know if I should make a part two of this where the actual smut happens. But if anyone wishes for it comment pls!!

[not-gray-politics]

Adding onto this: the lack of third spaces and western individualism. How many of us, regardless of gender, know our neighbors? How many of us have low cost or free third spaces, where we can afford to keep in touch with our community if we fall on hard times? How many of us live in towns or cities large/funded enough to even HAVE a sense of "community"? How many of our younger generations just spent 5 of their formative years in a pandemic and under violent and oppressive politicians? How many groups of teenagers and kids have been kicked out of malls, stores, restaurants, or even been pulled over on the side of the street purely for """looking suspicious""" (something that happened to a friend of mine. They were banned from their nearest walmart)?????? Our culture is already raising men to be emotionally closed off and stunted, yes, but it's also just outright HOSTILE towards socialization in general... Unless you're paying for it.

Getting into some personal perspectives and experiences below.

I'm.. not someone who was "raised as a man", for lack of better words. But I've felt the impacts of this.

I was homeschooled, and I grew up basically in the middle of nowhere. I went to a homeschool group once a week, for a while, as a kid; but eventually when my older brothers outgrew it, my parents stopped seeing a need to take us all there.

For the majority of my childhood, my only "community" was an evangelical church with very few other kids my age who rarely talked to me because I was the only """"girl"""". This church was very toxic and only further encouraged the isolation I was feeling, but that's a topic for another day. (Cults like that are far more common than most people are willing to acknowledge, though, so it is worth further discussion later.)

For a long while, I only had one friend- the neighbor's kid. And we saw eachother often, and played together when school hours were over- but we never got to spend time the way other kids did. We didn't have any fun school events together, or talk inbetween classes every day, or share classmates, or sit next to eachother on the bus, or study together. We had a few small hours before the sun went down, if we were allowed them, and then our worlds divided again. It wasn't always bad- Just the way things were, at the time. But it drove something home to me:

Kids have absolutely nothing going for them outside of school.

We weren't allowed to walk down the streets without an adult, "there are dangerous people out there". We didn't have anywhere to go for fun, we had a little park that always had trash laying around and that's about it. Most holidays? Celebrated at school. Never been to a dance, didn't have parties or competitions or sports or clubs. Gotta be careful leaving the house during school hours, unless it's summer. Someone might think you're skipping classes.

For a small, underfunded town like mine- every event involves the school, and there are no businesses catered towards younger people. Even if we were allowed to walk by ourselves, we couldn't just walk to a mall, or a skating rink, or an arcade, or whatever kids these days enjoy doing. To be honest, I don't think most people can. Walkable space is an endangered thing in this country. Everything revolves around cars, and good luck convincing your parents or siblings to take you anywhere, if they even have the time. Let ALONE if it costs money.

So tell me; what are kids left to do, in that situation?

Eventually, that one friend of mine moved away. Personal issues in her family life, I won't elaborate for her privacy. But I didn't have a way to contact her. And from then on... my entire world went quiet.

I had no one.

So, for the vast majority of my time..

I spent the next 8 years in front of a screen.

I made friends online. Some of them are still in my life to this day and I'm extremely grateful for them. I don't know what I would've done without them. But outside, I didn't talk to anyone. I became more closed off and anxious at church, and only got further ostracized for it. I didn't leave the house unless I had to most of the time. When the pandemic rolled around I barely noticed a difference. It's only really recently as a young adult that I'm learning how to reach out and start living life again. I'm getting involved with my local libraries, and communities in other towns nearby, now that I can drive. But it's an active effort. It takes going down rabbitholes on facebook and Google maps just to find half this stuff.

All of that being said, I don't know what the average kid is like. But I feel like if something as simple as doing my schoolwork on a computer instead of in a classroom had this drastic of an effect on me, maybe we need to reevaluate our systems and how we expect our children to live and socialize.

I may not have much personal experience with the public school system but I feel like if their work and life are this deeply intertwined with eachother, that can't be healthy. That's not to say we should get rid of all these different school-oriented programs, but we should be able to expand our kids' lives and experiences beyond them. Why is a legally-mandated, poorly ventilated, often underfunded and overcrowded box where they're meant to focus on doing long hours of mental labor the only place we allow and expect them to form connections and make memories? We get so upset at them for not going out more or being "chronically online" but I once again have to ask you:

Where else can they go?

I don't have all the answers, but it's some food for thought.

My take on the male loneliness epidemic:

It’s real, but not only is it not what people believe it to be, but it’s also not actually treated accurately by those that claim they are affected by it.

The cause of the epidemic is not one thing, not one factor, but a multitude of reasons that even men refuse to acknowledge and consider.

Whenever I see a man (and in some cases women), usually right leaning or incel-like, go on a tangent about the epidemic, it usually comes down to how they cannot get female strangers specifically to validate them. Seriously. There are men who complain about how women don’t appreciate or trust them (ex: bear vs man hypothetical), how they can’t get anything out of them (ex: a relationship), etc, and it always seems to actually downplay the epidemic that they claim to be effected by.

If you are lonely because you want a woman to validate you, then that is a self inflicted expectation that was inflated by the real issue. Women are not the real reason you are lonely.

Gay men are also affected by the same epidemic as straight men. And it’s not women who make them lonely.

So what is the cause of male loneliness? What is the root issue? And what is it that contributes and continues the epidemic?

Let’s dive into this, shall we…?

1. The start.

The male loneliness epidemic actually starts when you are a child. As a young boy, you are expected to be tough, responsible, in control, etc all while the adults push the expectations of getting a wife or a girlfriend on you.

You are expected to wear and like ‘boy’ colors, you are expected to like rough sports that may not have been your choice to begin with, you are expected to have your personal boundaries broken if it doesn’t align with the adult’s wants (ex: they cut off your long hair because it’s “gay”)

If you cry, they mock you for being pathetic.

If you emotionally reach out to another boy, you are called gay by your equally affected peers and adults.

If you reach out to a girl, everyone assumes you are romantically interested in her, which leads to you or the girl distancing yourselves from each other.

You are not allowed to develop emotionally, you are not allowed to explore boundaries and relationships, and you are not allowed to be human.

That. That is the core. The beginning of the infection.

It’s not your fault. You don’t deserve to be beaten or mocked when you cry.

But unfortunately, that is going to be ingrained into you for the next several years…

2. Growing expectations.

As you get older, people expect you to take on bigger responsibilities and they expect you to like it. They want marriage and to grow up faster than is possible. They expect you to ‘man up’ while giving mixed signals about the opposite sex.

“You don’t need a woman but you need a woman to have your emotional, physical, and spiritual needs met.”

Women are treated as both the answer to your problems AND the cause of them. It confuses and hurts your mental health without you understanding and it leads to unrealistic expectations. And it doesn’t help that your deprivation of emotional connections to non-romantic relationships is screaming for something to relieve it.

You now expect to have a spouse or a woman to fill that gaping hole that the adults in your childhood had dug and infected with confusing and damaging ideas.

You expect to get a high labor job that could literally kill you to prove your worth to this nonexistent woman, your peers, your mentors… and yourself.

You are at a stage where you have mental blocks that are keeping you from reaching out to people, developing your emotional intelligence, and understanding the growing hurt you are feeling due to shame and fear.

You think it’s weak to cry, you think that either you or the women are the problems, and you view other men as threats with or without your knowledge.

You unknowingly seek out validation from abusive men, hoping they will tell you that the women are the problem, that you’re perfect but you need to get a better job, and that there’s nothing wrong with you.

3. The self infliction “stage”

You spiral, you miss what really causes this isolation, and you worsen the problem to the point where everyone steers clear of you.

You have now entered a stage that you don’t realize you are in. It makes you bitter, it makes you neglect your true needs, and you take it out on strangers and those close to you who have to walk on eggshells around you.

It’s not your fault that you were groomed into being lonely… but you are an adult now. And as an adult, you need to clean the mess. No one else will. Some may help, but it requires you to actually let them into your house to see all the ran down furniture and the mold that spread throughout your living space.

4. The solution.

There is no simple solution. It is not a physical wound, it’s wound that remains in the complex system that is your mind. No one is the same, and some people have different priorities and recovery stages.

The first thing you can do is recognize and understand. Other people who aren’t as affected as you have figured out the root issue and have addressed it without pushing their luggage on others. You do not need a ‘bad guy’ to blame. You need yourself.

Self love is much deeper than just wanting for yourself… self love is addressing your flaws and ridding yourself of bad habits without tearing yourself down. It’s like your pet dog, you cannot simply let your dog lash out at others, you cannot let it indulge in too much of something or too little. Your dog, as much as you love them, may have problems. If you love your dog, you will not let it eat chocolate or chase down a cat.

If you love yourself, you will not expect others to fix things for you and will find yourself with someone backing you up… yourself.

Yes, to ‘cure’ loneliness is a group effort. It requires you to reach out to others and vise versa, but in order to do that, you need to understand that everyone is an individual with limits and boundaries. You need to understand that they cannot control your identity and value. And you cannot control theirs. If they cannot be emotionally available, then you need to remind yourself of your worth and leave them be.

You won’t be cured of your childhood conditioning overnight. You will still suffer. The best you can do is work towards ending the cycle. Starting with letting that little boy be a kid and emotionally reach out to his peers, male and female.

5. Conclusion/tl;dr

You don’t need a wife. You don’t need a gender specific validation. You need friends. Real friends. Real family. Real community.

Romantic relationships and surface level validations like compliments and simple acknowledgment are temporary solutions. They are Bandaids that your peers and society has hyped up to unrealistic standards. They are not your solution.

If someone found a special someone who has helped them, then props to them, but do not expect that delicate bond to fix everything nor occur so soon in your lifetime. Bonds need you to be responsible in order for it to work.

You need to have platonic bonds with others, even if you don’t think it’ll help. You need to be able to work independently without demonizing your needs and dependency for emotional connection outside of a romantic relationship.

What strangers think of your vulnerability does not matter. Your ‘femininity’ and ‘gayness’ doesn’t make you less. Who cares. If you’re happy for once, then do not concern yourself with expectations you can live without.

Now go watch transformers, share your interests with fellow autistics, and make cool shit 🫵

[psychemochanight]

Jason, looking at the photos Tim took years ago: Why is there a period of time where you stopped taking photos of Batman?

Jason, staring at the photos: Wait... Why is the period where I started being Robin the one with the least photos?

Tim, looking at the photos of the original Dynamic Duo: Huh? Ah, because it was the period when Dick left Gotham City.

Jason: You didn't care about Batman anymore because Dick wasn't there?

Tim, shrugging: I still cared about Batman, but with Dick gone, well...

Tim: No offense, but I kinda lost interest when you turned into Robin.

Jason:

Jason: Son of a...

They're brothers your honor :D

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

You asked me for a favor. I did it.

[nostalgicmiscellaneous]

Season 3 - Colin & Penelope's Triumph

Stop listening to loud people in bubbles who want to bring down your enthusiasm and crumple your joy with how much we have to enjoy Penelope and Colin's season. There are some people with a clear agenda of hatred because of their own couples that will straight up lie, cherry pick and manipulate to try to get people turned off or to feel insecure about saying they love what they love. Sometimes, people with a weaker personality and herd mentality fall for that and start thinking oh, maybe it's not good or i shouldn't like. Some nonsenses that we read sometimes and some fall for it: Nonsense: "Polin is not popular, the show would be doomed by them. People wont watch" Reality:

Nonsense: "Polin is being dragged by negative reviews by public and fans who doesn't see chemistry" ( lol, i can't even with that one...) Reality:

At this moment, very near season 1 in critics ( 87%) and above in audience score and higher than season 2 in both aspects. Does it make anyone like or dislike more? because it sure wouldn't make me like more or less something. Nonsense: Only negative things go viral. Reality:

That tweet is from 13 hours ago. You read that right. 13 hours ago and look at views, look at 139K ( HOLY SHIT) that have liked and an insane 65K have already bookmarked. That's viral in a insane level by people loving their chemistry and them together. If anything they have too much chemistry. lol Artists, famous figures and all saying they watched and loved also on SNSs. The general audience loving it. We, from inside the fandom, might have our issues, things we wanted more or less, but it's glorious what we have and how much Nicola Coughlan & Luke Newton gave and are giving us. The hatred is being silenced by the simple truth and the enjoyment people are having. They tried to hate on their popularity, it didn't work. They tried with their chemistry, it didn't work. They tried telling us it was fast or forced even with all we have already got of their relationship ( a couple that actually has been developing from season 1 and that already had a bond and has a different personality and path from other couples) and with 4 episodes left. They tried with their acting. Were proved wrong and more and more people are realizing the characters paths and the acting choices and praising. They tried with their looks. Made them look bad instead. So they tried with lies and look what they got back on their faces...a glorious triumph. So, have a great time. Be a fan and just be happy, enjoy without worrying, without comparisons. Some people are so bitter that they just don't want to like anything. It's their loss.

[casinorabbit]

"Got ya, got ya! You've been so kind to me anyway, I don't intend to be some kinda bitch. Unless ya wanted me to be, in bed.~" Snorting softly, she would then flick her nose gently. She swears she's taking different scents all around, but they mix with each other and…

…as soon as she decides to actually walk to the guest's room, she's caught off guard by the person that actually resides inside; the peeking from behind the door making Yuuna jump a little before she lets out a scream.

Jesus fucking Christ, why was she so SPECIALLY jumpy today? Was it that the alcohol didn't help on top of everything? Probably.

"Holy SHIT! Sanae-san!…ya didn't tell me ya have a motherfuckin' ghost living in here with ya!" The darkness of the room, combined with that light-colored hair and those red eyes didn't help either, so the bunny girl couldn't help but take a step back after the mini heart attack.

Okay, she didn't want to bother that girl either- she would go to the window of the living room and smoke there before…passing by the bathroom and going to sleep.

Picking the box of cigarettes from inside her hoodie's pocket, she did the same with the lighter, and then would calmly start to walk towards it waving a little to both, Sanae and the stranger in the process.

"'Am gonna do my thing…but heeey, strange girl. If ya wanna have a fun night, just call me up too!~" As if she was in the right state of mind to fuck at the moment- with how drunk she was, Yuuna was closer to pass out than anything.

And so, she would open the window to prepare and smoke to the outside, not expecting anyone else to be on her ass for the night.

-⏳-

Once she was in the bedroom, ready to just fall on the bed and sleep with what she was wearing, with no care, Yuuna would walk to the bathroom to take care of the bothersome arousal that built inside her from earlier.

It came from nowhere, and while she was somewhat used, this time around she couldn't help but stand in front of the mirror of the bathroom, letting her hands rest on the edges of the sink while she stared at herself.

She made sure that no one else was up at that moment, or at least, that the girl from earlier was still enclosed in the guest room doing her own thing.

Removing her hood, she would let those ears tense, and for a moment, Yuuna closed covered her mouth with one hand, while the other would pick one of the ears by the base. The intention was to pull on it, not with sexual desire- it was anger.

She was angry when seeing them, so she pulled on one of them rather roughly, covering her mouth when the pain coursed through her body, from her head down to her spine, reminding her that the tail, too, has been squeezed under the suit all this time.

But she couldn't do it…she wanted to rip them off or cut them away from her head, like attempting to remove a fungus that had already taken root deeper inside her body.

After letting the ear go, she covered her eyes with the back of her palm and uncovered her mouth, clenching her jaw and taking a deep yet shaky sigh.

It felt like it was going to be a long night again despite everything.

As much as they weren't the type who liked being barraged with compliments, they did always like some genuine appreciation here and there. Even more so when it came to their taste in styles, and the hard work they've put into maintaining this place, making it their own.

It wasn't easy, nor was it ideal, but it was a home of her own. For now, at least.

"I could tell you aren't. I don't suppose that's why you always lose your makeup and end up using mine, huh?" It gives an amused hum, before they noticed her tensing up.

Huh, that was a new reaction. Is she afraid of cats?

In fact, she has been clinging to that hoodie of hers, hiding in it like it were a protective cloak of sorts. Sanae had assumed Yuuna was exhausted from mere overstimulation, and the emotional lows of an awful week, but the way she's been covering her head this whole time leads them to believe something else is amiss. Perhaps that was why she'd been having a hard time in general.

But, if there was one thing Sanae knew well about bunnies, it was that chasing them wasn't the best approach. She figures Yuuna will come to her eventually. And if not, well, she's just as stubborn as Yuuna.

As Sakura decides she's more interested in her toys than in the guest, Sanae looks back up at Yuuna.

"Hardly, you're an adult. You can figure it out." She replies, deciding not to mention her new roommate. As a bit of her own devilish impulses creeping back beneath the surface. "Aside from the living room here, the guest room has a window. It's relatively easier to open compared to the one here."

Conveniently, she also doesn't mention that there is a window in their bedroom, but that was where Sakura preferred to sleep. She'd rather not expose her dear feline companion to any sort of smoke, and even less have the place she sleeps stink of cigarettes.

There is a small surprise waiting in the guest room, said surprise peeking her head out from behind the door.

"Uhm, Miyakawa-san? Do you have any paper towels? I spilled some water by my desk-"

[ettadunham]

sometimes i remember the hunger games and how nobody actually paid attention to what was in those books

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[nyan-bynary]

I'm gonna have to wait out a few weeks to be able to complain about jjk's ending bc rn half the ppl are bashing everyone who expected more as ppl who just wanted gojo back