#i’m so confused!! what do i actually need to know!!!

[harrysxcarolina]

It’s A Craving Not A Crush

b. eilish

warnings: honestly pure flirty fluff, short n sweet, wlw, honestly these photos are gonna be the death of me and lead me to this lil day dream…

You just seen Billie not even a couple days ago, but as you lay all cuddled up in your bed you can’t help but feel the craving of her presence.

You missed her in your arms.

In your bed.

You missed her laugh.

Her infectious smirk.

You missed her finger tips teasing up and down your body as you laid cuddled up watching a movie. Her free hand gently tilting your chin up every now and again to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

You find yourself dialing the familiar number and you patiently, maybe definitely impatiently, waiting for her to pick up.

“Hey, pretty girl,” She whispers as you hear chatter in the background.

“Hi Bils. Am I interrupting something?” You ask with confusion laced through your tone.

“Not at all, baby. What are you up to? I’ve been missin’ ya, mamas.” She replies as you hear the chatter get quieter in the background. You can’t help the smile that works its way across your face. She made it a point to step away to talk to you.

The blush is evident on your face and you thank God Billie wasn’t there to witness it.

“I’m just laying here. That’s actually why I called,” you quietly state as your lip finds its way between your teeth, desperately trying to hide your hinting smirk.

Billie’s raspy chuckle is heard through the line, “Is that so sweet girl?” A soft hum is heard back and you can hear Billie’s smirk work across her face as she pops the gum in her mouth.

“Baby girl, you know all you gotta do is ask and it’s done.” She gently whispers through the phone. Her hinting tone is satin smooth. The internal pull is heavy on your core and you fight your thighs from clenching.

“Billie,” You whine.

“What is it is pretty? What do you need from me?” She groans. Your head is spinning. All you can think about is her. You want her to consume you.

“I miss you. Please come over,” you whine as you crave in and give yourself some type of relieve as your thighs clench together.

“Fuck baby, you sound so pretty when you beg. I’m on my way. I love you.” She states before hanging up the phone and grabbing her keys. She doesn’t need to be asked twice when her girl is asking.

[herbertten]

Juno

summary: Y/N asks her boyfriend to be apart of her Coachella performance.

word count: 1.2k

song: juno by sabrina carpenter

Coachella had always been the event Y/N dreamed of playing since she could remember. Thousands of people packed in, whether they were there for her or not—she was just beyond excited to have the chance to perform. She’d had this idea for a while: she wanted to arrest someone from the crowd for being “too hot.” But the more she thought about it, the more she realized it wouldn't feel right if it wasn't her boyfriend, Justin. He was known for staying out of the spotlight, and getting him involved in any kind of media attention was a long shot. But, she knew if she asked, he'd do anything to make her happy—she just had to hope he'd say yes.

“Okay, I have a favor to ask of you,” Y/N said, jumping onto the couch and draping her legs over Justin’s lap as he sat watching TV.

“What's up?” Justin asked, pausing his movie and absentmindedly starting to trace his fingers up and down her leg.

“Coachella is coming up, and I need you to do something for me... I need you to let me arrest you.”

Justin raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “What?”

“Remember that idea Sarah had? The one where I arrest someone in the crowd with fuzzy handcuffs before Juno?”

“Yeah... I remember.”

“Well, I want that to happen, and I want you to be the one I arrest,” she said, leaning in for a quick kiss, her lips brushing against his.

Justin blinked a few times, still processing the request. “Wait, you want me to just stand there... and get arrested?”

“Yep. All you have to do is stand there, look pretty, and let me give you handcuffs. It'll be fun, I promise.”

Justin chuckled, shaking his head. “And this will make you happy?”

“More than you know,” she grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/N glanced at herself in the small mirror held by one of the backstage crew members. Her performance was just moments away, and nerves were taking over. What if she tripped and fell onstage? Forgot the lyrics? Messed up the choreography? What if she made a fool of herself?

“You’re going to do great, baby,” Justin said, coming up behind her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. Y/N melted into his touch, lifting herself onto her toes to kiss him back.

“Thanks, sweets. I’m actually about to shit myself,” she said, giggling. Justin chuckled in response. They were soon separated by the backstage crew, preparing Y/N for her cue to hit the stage. She waved and blew him a kiss as the countdown began, the roar of the crowd deafening. She could barely hear her in-ear monitor as she ran onstage, ready to start her set.

“Okay, Coachella, you’ve been insane today! I’m so honored to perform for you all!” Y/N shouted, the energy of the crowd fueling her excitement. “This next song is going to be my last one,” she announced, and the crowd groaned in disappointment. “I know, I don’t want to leave either, but this song started off as a joke between my friends and me.” She paused and looked out at the crowd. “We had just watched this movie, Juno—has anyone seen it?” The crowd erupted in cheers. “We used to joke, saying ‘he or she could make me Juno’ anytime we found someone attractive, and—”

Right on cue, Justin appeared at the front of the barricade, surrounded by a few of their mutual friends. Y/N’s eyes locked onto him as she continued, “…I’d love to finish this story, but my attention is definitely on this very tall, possibly six foot six man right here.” Justin blushed as the camera focused on him, and the crowd went wild. Their cheers lasted for what seemed like forever—probably would’ve gone on longer if Y/N hadn’t spoken again.

“You’re a 10/10, Mr. What’s your name?” she teased.

His friends yelled “Justin!” from the crowd.

“Well, Mr. Justin,” she said, still smiling. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to arrest you… for being far too hot.” One of Y/N’s backup dancers handed her a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs, and with the help of a security guard, Y/N jumped off the stage. She handed Justin the handcuffs. His face turned beet red, and she couldn’t help but laugh at him. She leaned in to kiss his cheek as the intro to Juno played.

To her surprise, Justin turned his face toward hers and kissed her instead. The crowd went wild, and the energy was electric. Y/N had always known he wasn’t into PDA, but tonight, he was making an exception.

Once she regained her composure, she jumped back onstage, laughing. “Woah, slow down, Mr we just met” she teased, as the music swelled, and she began singing her song.

After her song ended, Y/N felt like she was on cloud nine. The crowd went absolutely wild for her, and as she thanked her band, backup vocalists, and dancers, her voice was nearly drowned out by their cheers. When she took her final bow and dashed offstage, she went straight to Justin, who had made his way backstage as soon as her song started.

“You fucking killed it, babe! I’m so proud of you!” he exclaimed, lifting her up and showering her with kisses on the top of her head. He gently set her down, letting her soak in the congratulations from friends and family. After a round of goodbyes and plans for dinner later, Y/N and Justin walked hand-in-hand to her trailer.

Once inside, Y/N plopped down on the couch, stretching out, and Justin joined her.

“You were literally a goddess out there, babe,” Justin said, his voice full of admiration. Y/N giggled in response.

“Well, thank you for being a part of it. I know it was outside your comfort zone, but I’m so grateful you said yes. Honestly, I would’ve scrapped the whole idea if it weren’t for you.”

“Yeah, well, how could I say no to you?” Justin smiled, his eyes softening.

“You can’t.” She leaned in for a kiss, but Justin pulled away just as their lips met.

“You know, I’m really glad you gave me these,” he said, pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, his grin mischievous. “I think they’ll come in handy.”

Y/N pulled back, laughing uncontrollably.

“Justin!” she scolded, playfully smacking him.

“What?” he laughed, genuinely innocent.

Y/N rolled her eyes, still laughing. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Only when I’m with you,” he winked, his voice low and teasing.

She grinned, then settled back into the couch, her head resting on his shoulder. The adrenaline of the performance was wearing off, leaving a warm sense of contentment. As the noise of the crowd buzzed in the distance, Y/N realized how lucky she was—both in her career and in her relationship.

“Tonight was perfect,” she murmured, tracing shapes on his arm.

“It really was,” Justin agreed, gently running his fingers through her hair. “You were perfect.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward, but comfortable—like they had their own little world in the midst of the chaos.

“Let’s skip dinner tonight,” Y/N said after a beat, her eyes playful. “Just us, here. No one else.”

Justin smiled down at her, pulling her closer. “I’m all for that.”

[windixie]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ BESITOS ୧˚ | gojo x emo! reader college au

in which gojo is totally obsessed with his cute emo girlfriend who is so excited on getting tickets to her favorite band. so excited his dick gets needy and you need to take care of it!

authors note : just wanted to say thank you all sm for 140 followers omg I was just at 30 not long ago and I’m so happy to know that people actually enjoy my fics hello? anyways love u all sm !

wc : 1.0k

ⓘ warning this fic will have : size! kink, jealousy, h! job, satoru being a perv, lmk if I miss any !

you’ve been a big fan of ptv for years. your whole room had posters of their albums, you own 27 shirts plus 5 signed by the vic fuentes himself and not to mention the guitar you won at one of their concerts when you were in middle school. you thought they stopped doing shows altogether after coming out that they will no longer be putting out new music so it was a surprise to see that they will be performing one last time.

in your state. not too far from your college just a 2 hour drive you could definitely afford. your fingers immediately pressed the ‘pay for ticket’. which you bought with your boyfriends money because he absolutely refused to let you buy things with your own.

“seat 17B..” you mumbled to yourself excitedly. you were so deep into your excitement you failed to notice your white haired boyfriend walking up to you. “baby”

your head shot up. “toru!” you smiled up brightly at him. his eyes narrowed at your smile slightly confused at what you were previously smiling at. “what’re you all giggly at angel?” he leaned in closer to you to see what you were staring at. “y/n who are you texting?” he said his face turned serious.

“s’ nobody” you simply answered. you weren’t lying but satoru didn’t know that. you could be texting some other boy and he wouldn’t even know! “cmon spill it.” he said straightening out. you showed him your phone which showed the receipt to your awaiting concert.

he let out a sigh of relief. “ah it’s that band you like, should’ve just told me that from the start.” his smile soon returned as he sat down on the bed with you making your way over to his thigh sitting on it. “am so happy, it’s their last show”

satorus hand met your waist holding them lovingly as your lips found his. he hummed before pulling away. “so you’re gonna dress in your casual emo attire?” he asked in which he received a nod from you which made him chuckle.

he pulled you closer a smirk making his way onto his lips. “can I expect to see you in a certain pair of see through thighs?” you hummed knowing how much he loved that combo you wore sometimes. see through black thighs with the cutest short shorts you got at a swamp meet for only 25$. that was a steal. you tugged the collar of his compression shirt. his biceps so big they were just begging to be released. “maybe” you answered.

he chuckled showing off those pearly whites you loved as he found your little motion adorable. satoru couldn’t help but flex a bit more. “should I be concerned about other guys checking you out at the concert?”

“no way, I’ll tell them about my amazing boyfriend and how cool and smart he is and how much I love him and his scary blue eyes” you giggled. “oh yeah baby?” his fingers slipped underneath your shirt meeting your bare back. his cold fingers tracing your sensitive skin. “what else are you gonna tell em”

“that you’ve got a big cock”

he immediately laughed out at your bluntness that sent chills down your spine. “you think it’s big angel? you sure?” his eyebrow rose up. “it barely fits in toru! and when it does it makes me struggle to walk for a full week!” you whined.

He raised an eyebrow at you, his ego inflating further after your words. Satoru grabbed your chin with one of his hands, turning your face upwards so you were looking at him. “Care to describe it, baby?”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “as if you aren’t the one with it, you see it every day you don’t need me describing it for you.”

his face leaned forward. “I know but I wanna hear what you think of it, please love?” you thought for a moment. “it’s pretty”

“what else?”

you looked down shyly. “I like the veins on it” Hearing your words made his chest feel a little tight as well as his pants.

“And what about the size, angel? You said it’s big yeah? ” He chuckled softly, his hot breath fanning against your neck again. you nodded before your eyes widened at the sight of his hand reaching into his sonic pj pants you got for him on your anniversary. he pulled out his hard leaking length. some of his juices already sinking down onto the pretty white hair that was surrounding his heavy balls.

“go on baby wrap your hand around it. wanna see how big it is compared to you”

you whined and obliged rubbing his tip teasingly before wrapping your hand around the base going up and down. you’ve always hated how ugly dicks we’re but seeing his pretty pink tip just made you wanna moan. you were also thankful he didn’t have foreskin

“yeah that’s rights baby. look at how small your hand is, guess you were right. it is too big for ya” he cood.

his dick twitched in your hand as he spat on it so you could use it as lube. “am close baby just keep doing what you’re doing” he grunted “talking a bout my dick like that huh.. yeah better tell those assholes how good I make you feel.. how I make you cum and cry when I stuff this big fuckin cock in your holes. fuckin shit baby.” he moaned as hot springs of cum shot out landing on both you and his matching sonic shirt that goes along with his pants.

he sighed kissing you softly. you cleaned up before cuddling up next to him. “I think you should tell them that yourself, I also got you a ticket.”

you were soon to be surprised to see your boyfriend who you originally thought hated your music taste from how much he complained about it, know every single lyrics to every song played at the concert.

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Meetings On Window Sills

masterlist

note: I fucking love 60s-70s music so there's a lot of it mentioned, and also remus is a full blown music nerd so why would i not make them bond over music?? also this was inspired by 2007s Jump In! starring my first crush: corbin bleu lol

warnings: didn't edit (don't care), little tiny bit of angst between remus and his dad, smoking, remus having back problems since 11 and a city boy, reader has hair long enough to put in a claw clip

word count: 3.8 k

♡ summary: Many don't know that during summer, Remus goes home to a muggle girl, and he spends more time on his fire escape than in his room some days

♡ Remus Lupin x fem!muggle!reader

request ✗

1971

He’d known her his whole life, well since he was 6 months old. Their mums had both gone to the same ‘mommy and me’ class and hit it off when they both took a smoke break. Since then their mums had noticed they didn’t have much in common and grew apart, not after buying apartments in the same building.

Remus stretched his back, hands on his waist while leaning back, just having done all his folding, getting ready to organize in his trunk. As he stood from the small single bed in the corner he heard the soft hum of music coming from outside, the young boy lifted his widow, needing much more force than when it was made. 

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” 

Remus looks to her widow, seeing the record player playing on her desk while she reads, not seeming to be doing a whole lot of that though. From his view it looks to be Little Women, which he had read and which he would never tell her, but he had been bored on a visit to his grandparents before they died and that was the only book in his moms childhood room, so he read it and enjoyed it enough to finish and not have much of a critic.

“You always sing that song much louder than the rest.” 

His sudden voice caused the girl to jump in her seat, putting the book down and turning down the record she looked at to him, slightly embarrassed at him catching her. 

“It’s my favourite.” She said moving to sit on her window seat. Remus of course noticed this as a sign that she wanted to continue the conversation, he also noticed the way she played with the bottom button of her cardigan. The boy exited his window onto the fire escape to sit on the window sill.

“It’s The Beatles?” “Yeah, my mum got it for me for Christmas last year. Along with George Harrison’s solo album, ‘cause he’s my favourite Beatle- he actually wrote the song I was singing.” She knew she went on a little too long but Remus wouldn’t stop her, that was the type of person he was, kind hearted. When he listened to her, he really listened, he heard every word and took it in.

“Because he wrote your favourite song?” “Not just that, but I guess that’s where it started then I looked through all my albums and all my favourite songs he wrote.” She briefly pointed behind her and he saw the self of records behind her.

“What ones?” He asked, getting more comfortable by leaning his back on one side of the window frame.

“Umm, I’m happy just to dance with you, and of course here comes the sun.” “That’s me mum's favourite, tells me every time it’s on the radio.” 

The conversation stalls, to avoid awkward stares Remus looks down to the street and watches a man with a yellow jacket cross the street, it glowing in the yellow street lights. His stare only breaks when he hears her voice ask, “What’re you packing for?”

“Oh- That..” Her brows furrow at the nervous tone, he wasn’t sure how to tell her, it wasn’t like they were best friends, they talked once in a while like how they are now and would see eachother at school, “I wasn’t sure how to tell people, I’m going to a different school next year.” “Where?” “It’s a boarding school up in Scotland.” “Why are they making you go?” 

Remus would be lying to say that didn’t surprise him, she sounded like she would miss him a little more than he thought she would, and that deeply confused him.

“My father went so-” It’s interesting how much truth he could say while withholding the biggest piece of information from her.

“That sucks. Aren’t you going to miss your friends.” “I never had many friends.” Overstatement. He had no friends, never really did, kids at school made fun of his scars, or for being a nerd, or for having second hand clothes that his mother still had to sew to be wearable; take your pick really. 

“Not many people like me.” “I like you.” Remus’s head lifted from its stare at his swinging legs, “As- as a friend of course.” “Of course, I like you as a friend too.” 

-

1973 

As soon as he walked through the door, Remus set on the way to his window, leaving his trunk at the door. 

“Hun! Where’re you going so fast?” His mum asked, placing the keys in the bowl by the door, and putting her hands on her hips. His father made his way past her to the kitchen.

“I missed my room!” He yelled, never slowing down the hall. Once they believed he was out of ear shot, he heard his father say, “He wants to see Jen’s girl.” 

As he got closer to her window he saw the girls laying on her back legs up resting on the wall while she read. Her head snapped to the window after the first knock, a large grin making its way to her face. She rolled off her bed and opened the window for him and he heard the tune of Bowie flowing through the room.

She crawled half out the window to hug him, her arms going around his neck and he held her back, his hands felt warm, his embrace felt safe. He wore a thin jumper that felt soft on her skin.

“I’m so happy you’re back.” “Me too.” They say, pulling back and getting comfortable on the window sill. She was still smiling at him, and him at her, before Remus felt he had to look away or he would explode. He took the moment to look at her room and it had changed quite a bit since last summer; bed against a new wall, something she did when she felt she needed a change. He noticed her vinyl collection had grown.

“You finally got Ziggy Stardust!” “Oh yeah!” She jumped off the ledge they sat on and made her way to put it on. 

“I went with some friends to London and we got to go to a huge record shop. Remus you wouldn’t believe the stuff they had there- they had Bob Dylan’s first album so my collection of his is complete.” “Brilliant.” Remus sat down on her window seat bench and grabbed the album from her shelf to get a closer look. With the Bowie record set up, she nudged the volume dial up before returning next to the boy. She hit his leg to get his attention, “Listen to this first one it’s my favourite.” 

He put the Bob Dylan album down to give his full attention to the music. 

Many hours later, the two were still perfectly content listening to album after album, pausing their conversation when a particularly good verse came. They were now on the floor of her room, the girl laid out on her carpet flooring, looking just as carefree and stunning as ever. 

“Joni next?” She said as the album playing came to a close, before he could respond they heard a knock on the window, it was his dad.

“Bit late, innit? ‘S past one, Remus.” “Sorry, Mr. Lupin, we lost track of time.” “‘S alright, dear, but come to bed Remus.” “Okay.” 

His father went back through the window and waited. Remus stood the floor and stretched his back, the girl stood as well, “Tomorrow?” “Yeah.” “G’night, Rem.” “G’night.” 

He joined his dad out on the fire escape as they made their way back to his room, once they got inside and closed the window his father broke the silence. “I know you like that girl, but you’ve ‘ot to keep her out of this world, especially with what you are.” 

And just like, an otherwise perfect night, ruined by one comment by his father. 

“I know.” “Alright. G’night, son.” The door shut behind him, and when he heard that click he let the tear drop.

He knew from his friends that  some people don’t care, they found out this past school year and he still hasn’t told his parents that fact. But for all his life he’s heard otherwise, and he can’t help but think one day the boy’s will come to their senses and leave him all alone again. Y/n though, a muggle, if he ever told her he can imagine that  best case scenario is him having to use obliviate.

-

1975 

Remus retreated to his room after dinner, wanting to sleep or read or something that didn’t involve more people, it had been a long day even before he got on the train home for the summer. As he grabbed the book on his desk he saw a trail of smoke leading to a certain girl’s bedroom, he leaned forward to see her with her glasses on, smoking a cigarette, and wearing mismatching pajamas.

He lifted the window with ease, causing the girl to flick her eyes back to him, “You're back.” “Same time every year.” Both shared a look with smiles on their faces, the girl broke eye contact to grab her pack of cigarettes, and overing him with one.

“Yeah.” He climbs out the window and comes to now sit on her window sill and takes his own cigarette, she grabs the light from behind her and he lets her light his. Her fingertips brushing against his check as she blocks the blooming flame from the soft summer breeze.

He takes the chance to gaze at her lips, wrapped around the cigarette, residue of lipstick left behind, a soft red. She never needed the makeup, but sometimes if he woke up early he could watch her put it on. A moment that he found she looked the most beautiful, practiced movements, mouthing the words to whatever song she was listening to, and the funny faces she made made him smile. 

“I missed you.” “Yeah?” A smile creeped on his face as he looked into her eyes. “Yeah.” “I missed you too. I always do.”

The girl looks away, a smile on her face, unaware that Remus continues his stare looking from her eyes to her smile and the way her hair falls in its clip. She wore a thin olive green tank top, he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra so he moved his eyes to the clouds she was looking at. 

“How’re your friends?” Sometimes she felt as though she knew the boys, with how much Remus talked about them, her mind began to wonder if they knew as much about her as she knew about them.

“They’re just the same pricks they’ve always been.” “James got any farther with Lily?” She muttered, flicking off her cigarette and taking another puff, she looked so beautiful and natural. She had glasses that fell down her nose, messy hair that she liked that way, and a laugh like no other.

“Lils would like me to say ‘no’, but I think she likes him a lot more than she cares to share.” “That’s the way it always goes.” She trailed off, to look at him and he was already looking at her.

It was second year Remus became friends with Lily, they were paired up for a project together and became close. At first she was jealous of the girl, she felt that Lily was going to take her spot in Remus’ life, it weirdly enough was when she heard of James’ fondness for the ginger girl that she no longer worried. Well that and the fact that Remus never did anything to insinuate that he was any less friends with her because of Lily. 

And what she didn’t know was that half of the time he was with Lily, he ended up bringing up her.

-

1977 

Y/n was waiting all day for Remus to come home, she never left her room the whole day in waiting. Looking to his window every ten minutes in hope she would see her lanky boy crawling out his window.

It was late in the evening when she came back from the bathroom and immediately went to check, she almost didn’t believe her eyes when she saw the lamp beside his bed on. The girl shrugged on her cardigan that was lying across her desk chair, and crawled out the window.

Remus had just gotten back from a nice dinner with his parents, this was his last summer as a kid and they wanted to make it special from the beginning, especially since next week he was going to spend a month at the Potter’s. 

He was interrupted from changing by a knock on his window, he turned on his heels to see the girl he’s been waiting all year to see. Her smile lights up his face, she looks away and it takes him a moment to realize it’s because he isn’t wearing a shirt, clad in nothing but pajama pants gifted to him by Peter. He quickly slips on a jumper before he opens the window and she stumbles into his room. 

“Hey.” “Hi.” They each silently take this moment to get a look at eachother, the girl noticed that she could see that scar on his chest end just where his jumper begins, it’s surprising that she could know him since they were babies yet doesn’t know when he got that scar. To be honest she never asked about them, she could tell he was insecure about the way he looked, though in her mind there was no need to be.

During this Remus is having his own thoughts about her looks, she was wearing that cardigan she’s had since she was ten, underneath was a tank top like she commonly wore. Her hair was up in a clip, the same ones Mary always wore, small pieces of hair falling out. She was beautiful.

“Urm.. How have you been?” The boy asked justering for her to sit as he took a seat on his bed. She joined him, leaning against the wall and pulled a carton of cigarettes out of her cardigan pocket. 

“Good, yeah I’m good. You?” She replied, feeling around her pockets, “No lighter.” He stood from the bed and went to his dresser drawer, retrieving the pink lighter and throwing it to the girl, she caught it with ease yet didn’t begin to light.

“Is this the lighter I gave you?” 

When they were fifteen, they first smoked weed together, at a nearby park in order to not get caught by their parents. And Y/n, high, had given Remus her lighter when they had climbed back up the fire escape to their windows and told him, “This is my favourite lighter. I don’t know why? I think ‘cause it’s pink, so that means it’s lucky- ‘cause the lighter is lucky it’s pink and not some boring lighter like yours- No, you know what Remus? You should take this one, ‘cause it’s luckier and prettier than yours. But keep it safe, it’s my favourite.” 

That night Remus put it in his sock drawer to keep safe, he never wanted to use it or worse lose it, so he kept it safe just as she asked.

“Um, yeah.” He mumbled, a little embarrassed at the amount of sentiment he put into that cheap lighter. 

“You kept it?” “Yeah, you told me to.” 

He becomes even more embarrassed when she chuckles. She looks down at it in her hands, her chuckle dying down and smile slips. There's a moment of silence as Remus doesn’t know what to say so he just returns to his spot on the bed next to her. She doesn’t look up at him still as she asks, “Why did you keep it?” 

Truthfully Remus does know why he kept it, it was just because she gave it to him, but if that sounds lame in his head it will most definitely sound lame if he says it to the girl he likes, no love, he’s always known he loved her. So once again he’ll chicken out and doesn’t respond.

She waits for his answer, and when it never comes, “Is it.. For the reason I think?” She boldly asks, looking at the side of his face as he has not looked away from the spot on the wall in front of them. 

Another moment, and the beautiful girl tries to get his attention by leaning her face in his line of vision. His gaze is unnerved, he’s too consumed by the thoughts running in his mind, until they all go silent.

She presses a kiss to the side of his mouth and says, “I like you too.”

Head snaps to look at her, eye to eye, nose to nose, and finally lips to lips as Remus presses a hard kiss right on her lips. She immediately begins kissing back, and trying to take control but to her surprise Remus is a lot more comfortable in his actions now and is the one leading the kiss and pushing his tongue between her soft lips, which she gladly accepts.

The girl trails her hand up the inside of his thigh before skipping up to hold his jaw, Remus at the same time grabs her hips and squeezes, causing Y/n to swing one leg over his and straddle the boy’s lap. Her hands fall from his jaw, to his neck, to his chest and pushes him away lightly.

Both slowly allow their eyes to open and look at eachother, smiles mirroring each other. 

“So-” “Boyfriend girlfriend?” “Yeah, that’s cool.”

-

1977

“I’ll get the Bowie album, then we can listen to it when you get back.” “When’s it coming out?” “October.”

The girl replied, her head lying on his bicep as she played with his hand, drawing shapes and tracing his veins. In his other hand, resting on her stomach, Remus held the book he and Lily decided to read over the break for their informal book club. 

Y/n thought about asking what she’s been wanting to ask since they’ve gotten together, “Are you going to come home for Christmas?” The last time he did was fifth year, last year he had gone to his friend James’ house. And from what he told her, he had the best time, so you can see she was a little worried he would do that again and she wouldn’t get to see her boyfriend till next summer.

What she didn’t know was that Remus was hoping to avoid this at any cost, it was a full moon this christmas. So even if he did come home, he wouldn’t even get to see her much.

“I haven’t thought about it.” “Oh.” Damn, wrong thing to say. She thought about it. She asked him. She wanted him there.

“I mean- I would love to come home and see you! I just- I don’t know if-” “What?” 

She saw the hurt in his face, she knew whatever he was thinking about he was trying to push down and resist it, she sat up and sat crisscrossed facing him. She leaned down and grabbed his hands, gently taking the book out of his hands and marking the page by folding the corner.

“What’s wrong, Remus?... You can tell me.” “That’s just it- I can’t, or rather I shouldn’t.” “Okay, now I’m confused.” She scoffed, shaking her head and standing up to get some space, “What can you not tell me. I tell you everything.” 

Remus sat up, leaning against the wall on his bed, head in his hands, thinking about everything. Everything he ‘couldn’t’ tell her, if he couldn’t trust her he believed he couldn’t trust anyone ever again.

“Okay, you have to believe me though, and it’s going to sound like I’ve gone mad. So just remember that I know how absolutely insane I sound, and that I’m still telling you because I trust you. More than anyone.” Met with slight hesitance, Y/n replies, “Okay.”

“I’m a wizard.” He waits for the big reaction that never comes, he stares at the confused face of his girlfriend before he stands and goes to his bottom desk drawer and grabs his wand.

“Levioso.” The boy says, pointing at his record player and directing it as it levitates, before ultimately placing it back in the same spot on his dresser. When he looked back at the girl, her jaw opened in shock. 

“Holy fucking SHIT!... That just- in air! You are!” “A wizard? Yes.” “How? I mean- you- what?” 

Remus came to her side, guiding her to sit with him on his bed, “I know this is a lot to take in, but I’ve got more.” “MORE?” She looked towards him, concerned for what was to come.

“Yes. Okay, I’m also a werewolf.” “If I didn’t know you, or see that pissing record player float- God, I’d think you were too far gone.” Her words were a relief, causing Remus to chuckle, but truthfully a weight lifted off his chest, to have the most important person in his life to not judge him, “You have no idea how much that means to me- I’m the same Remus you knew, you just know everything now.” 

-

1977

“So I werewolves are real, what about vampires?” “Yes.” “What?! Am I going to have to worry about them?” “Don’t visit Romania.” “That’s not funny.”

They laid together, well Remus laid done while his girl moved every few moments, very excited about the new world she was learning about, at this moment she sat on the boy’s thighs with her legs straddling them on either side.

“What’s your favourite subject in school? For real, now that I know you don’t actually take English.” “Defence against the dark arts.” “That’s a class?” “Yes, a very important one.” He replied, moving his hands up the girl's thighs, from her knees to grasping her hips. He keeps his hands there, squeezing when he feels like it.

“What’s your least favourite?” “Flying. But I haven’t taken that since first year.” “WHY would you hate flying? That’s the dream.” “I don’t like heights.” “But you’re FLYING! Through the air!” “Really? Well, now I’ve got to rethink things.” “Oh, shut up.” 

Remus was laughing now, and he could tell she was trying hard not to. He pulled her down to him, keeping her there with his hands on her back as he attacked her cheek with kisses, “Ah!” 

The small scream falls on deaf ears as Remus continues kissing her cheeks to her jaw and burrows his head to the crook of her neck. He mumbles something she can’t quite hear, but she can just barely make out the word ‘love’. But still continues to fight him off, “Ah! Rem- tickles!” “Don’t care.”

[kaisentine]

THIS IS DEDICATED TO @cup1ds-bow (i’m being held hostage)

itoshi sae doesn’t understand why you can never make eye contact with him.

whether it’s him who starts the conversation or it’s you, you will gaze anywhere but his eyes. kinda like your main focus is the stuff behind him, the things that perfectly align with his head, or maybe the way your hands become clammy every time you accidentally pass his gaze with your own. well, the main point is that it feels like he is never your main focus.

eye contact just comes naturally to him because of all the interviews and the intense matches with other teams—probably other things too. he basically chases your eyes but like a track-star, he can’t seem to catch up with your fidgety eyes.

it’s not like it’s impossible to make eye-contact with him but it sure does feel like it. every time you try, you can’t help but realize how bored his eyes—specifically—look and that’s how it’s always been—that’s the appeal… mostly.

it feels like an insult straight to the heart to look directly at them, like his eyes are telling you to fuck off even if he’s speaking directly at you.

can someone kill you right now? you promise you won’t press charges!

“some dude tried to get my number. what a creep.” he says. “really? which one was it?” you ask while scrolling on your phone (you’re legit not scrolling on anything—your phone is dead).

sae raises an eyebrow at your questionable action what the fuck are you doing. “…eyeliner guy.” he starts speaking slowly because he is utterly confused on why you’re swiping on a black-screened phone.

“uh-huh! that’s weird.” you nod

“can you at least look at me?” and you do—kind of? you look at him the way you always do—you don’t.

he continues to speak and you continue to listen. he’d say you almost look interested if it weren’t for the way your eyes kept wandering anywhere but his eyes.

it’s become quite normal for him to ignore your ignorance to his very obvious advances to make eye contact but now he’s just irritated—does he just not matter to you anymore?

with a quick move, he catches your chin between his fingers (IM SO CLICHE STOPP) in hopes of getting you to look at him. and you do but only for a split second.

your eyes are wide in surprise before looking away (which defeats the whole purpose of this cringy move 😅). “haha… what’s this about?” you sheepishly laugh at the gesture to play it off cool.

“geez… even like this, you won’t look at me.” he groans and lets go. “what do you mean? i do look at you.” his face contorts to annoyance because are you actually being for real? please tell him you aren’t.

“no you don’t.”

“yes i do!”

“you’re hopeless.”

now you realize you did.. kind of… fuck up.

“do you not realize the way you look?” you start. “how do i look??? are you telling me i look ugly?” he’s offended because he knows you know how much he cares about his appearance.

“no! it’s not like that!” you shout with your arms flailing in defensiveness. “it’s your eyes…” you admit but it seems he took it the wrong way. “okay so now you’re saying my eyes are ugly.”

you need to reject that idea because no way in hell were you trying to say that! it’s the exact opposite, his eyes to pretty—too pretty.

and he keeps staring at you!

“i didn’t mean it like that!” is this what it feels like to self-sabotage? “then how did you mean it?” he’s questioning you with full intent on still making you make eye contact with him.

“…not like that…” you say only to mentally punch yourself because you don’t even understand yourself. “okay so look…” he trails off, “look at me in the eyes.” he asks the impossible.

“i can’t.”

“why not?” okay so now it feels like he’s a ticking time bomb. “because… gosh if you look at me that way, i might kiss you.”

“then kiss me.”

[inc0mple]

The Peris Ravenell Post: why you should read Keys Are People Too for this soggy excuse of a man

This is a lengthy post, which is why I added the… thingy, whatever it’s called… but I promise promise it’s entertaining and it also took me like two days to put together when I’m supposed to be writing Chapter 120. That chapter’s sad, okay, I need to get out the feels by bullying Ravenell some, aight.

I recommend at least scrolling through. Especially if you know nothing about Keys Are People, Too. And also if you do.

Okay, first things first:

THIS IS WHAT PERIS RAVENELL FROM KEYS ARE PEOPLE TOO LOOKS LIKE, OKAY

I have tried to draw him on a multitude of occasions and it's given people misconceptions. He does NOT look like Abraham Lincoln, he does NOT look like a twink, he is NOT a himbo. He's just a stupid perpetually bewildered man. AND THIS IS THE ALWAYS AND FOREVER REFERENCE FOR HIS APPEARANCE

Ok thanks. NOW:

If y'all are on the fence about reading Keys Are People Too PLEASE, READ IT FOR THIS MAN

I HAVE A LIST OF REASONS FOR WHY HE IS THE BEST WORST

Reason 1: He Has Iconic Moments

This man is the most stupid, inconvenient man to ever exist. He is perpetually confused and perpetually confusing. The worst part is he wasn’t even supposed to be, he was supposed to be a background character without hardly any substance. Well he’s still gossamer, in ways, but he has also muscled his way into the plot for no reason other than to DRIVE CHASE CRAZY and provide a character foil to… *checks notes* is this supposed to say “the monkey”???

Someone (me) is unable to track these down at the moment so check the comments for iconic moments (comment your favorite Ravenell moments do my dirty work pleeeease)

Reason 2: We Love To Roast Him

So if you’re in the fan server or the AO3 comments you might not understand this completely, so let me indoctrinate you into the objective best view of Peris Ravenell: in that he is a pathetic, wimpy, soggy man and we love him for it. He doesn’t know how to dance. He doesn’t know how to cook. If his wife actually liked them they would be the epitome of girlboss/boyfailure. He’s like if margarine was a man. “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Better.” Except one look at him and it’s very easy to believe.

These are so easy to rattle off. I could go for hours.

And screw you, maybe I will.

So... yeah. It's the funniest thing ever. That is in fact, fact.

Reason 3: We Ship Him With Tree Guy From "Love Between the Christmas Trees"

If you have not read “Love Between the Christmas Trees” by proseburia on AO3, you are missing out. Not only is it a very well written and funny story, it includes Ravenell’s one, always and forever love, Tree Guy.

His name is Nick. We don’t call him Nick.

Prose’s story revolves around Chase and Deacon going into a Hallmark movie style book, in which they meet Chase’s character’s love interest, Tree Guy—a lumberjack who loves all things to do with Christmas and his hometown. Like Ravenell, Tree Guy is so straight he can hardly turn corners.

Naturally this means we head-canon them as secretly in love forever and ever, the bromance of the century, a duo so dynamic NASA wants to study it.

I even started making fanart of them, but… I stopped. Because I got lazy.

*REMEMBER, RAVENELL DOES NOT LOOK LIKE THIS! HE LOOKS LIKE THE FIRST IMAGE IN THIS POST! DO NOT TRUST ANY OF MY OTHER ART LMFAO

The name for this incredible, very valid ship is Sap Duo. They are called this because tree sap, and also Ravenell as a person is sappy. It’s perfect. They’re perfect. I know.

Also, here’s a link to Prose’s story, if you wanna go read it :3

Reason 4️⃣: He Has Fanart (that Mari made)

Lul. Look at this guy.

Reason 5: The Monkey

Ravenell’s number one nemesis in Keys Are People, Too is a monkey by the name of Jaabu that belongs to Buddy’s character, Lady Spicula. Jaabu hates the duke for no discernible reason and will go to any length to wound the duke’s pride (and sometimes just wound him in general), out of apparent personal enjoyment. She also often seems to embody the audience in their frequent desire to throttle Ravenell, so I’ve been told. (I think it’s loving?)

I illustrated a very good, very effortful depiction of the two’s usual relationship. Please view below. I’m not responding to hate mail for emotional damage over the sheer beauty of this artistic rendition. Please forward it to Jai, they wrote In Sepia after all.

Reason 6: He Is On The UQuiz For Princes (that Mari also made)

A quiz for canon Cinderella Boy Princes… and also one non-canon duke-failure!

Pretty on the nose.

She has also made fanfiction for that man, which is what the illustration is from. I… don’t know if she’s okay.

Reason 7: Flavenell

That’s it that’s the section. @lilliferwashere this one’s for u

Reason 8: He Has Good (?) Reviews

⭐️⭐️⭐️ "3/5 man. Good at fighting, probably, but bad with women most of the time. Very troubled man, so I can't give him too low of a score. That feels too mean. Monkeys are really drawn to him for some reason though and that just seems like a health hazard. To him, mostly" - @leejeann (author of So Shaped By the Chances, Viva La Short King, Notable Anti-Fluddy-er)

⭐️⭐️⭐️"Arrived soggy. Extra star for freeing the slaves — oh wait no that’s Lincoln. Well a four score or better is outta reach for Dukey. Mediocre at best." - @theautumndream (author of A Glitch Apart, Wanted For Several Photoshop Crimes, Lowkey Likenapple)

⭐️⭐️⭐️ "3/5 stars: I broke my leg and he started crying. He was so focused on how much it hurt him emotionally I forgot I was hurt and carried him back to the castle" - @mysteriousmonty (Also Finny (Allegedly), Bookbinding Enthusiast, Art Challenge Perpetuator

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "5/5 stars: I love him dearly. He's an absolute mess. I hope to get him a job where his actions affect absolutely nothing and no one where he also feels fulfilled." - @jaistashu (author of [Redacted for emotional damage] and some other ones, Certified To Know Your Stuff Better Than You Do, An Honest-to-God Baja Blast To Be Around)

⭐️⭐️⭐️ "In my opinion, he’s just A Guy™. His personality is very wet feeling, but it’s not bad. He tries his best, but he’s also a little… dumb, sometimes. He’s not the most intelligent, as in he has little common sense, but he is trying his best, which I appreciate. Peris Ravenell is a fantastically written character, and I appreciate him and his endless trying his best. He was quick to change his wording to include woman. I very much appreciate that. His upbringing wasn’t the greatest, and I understand that. He’s trying to navigate life without a proper parental relationship. He’s thrown into the world of royalty and dukedom very quickly, and he’s trying his best to navigate it. He’s a mess, albeit a wet mess, but he’s trying, and I appreciate that. Minus two stars for being an uncle’s boy." - @spookieee28 (author of Bed Bath and Hbeyond, Four Theorist, Donut)*

⭐️ "Overscoring him will only make you disappointed. You need to know that his appeal is not in how great he is. He's just a guy in the wrong genre. He's not a hero, he's just a mess. If someone got isekai'd into a murder mystery they had no brains or courage to solve. He just wants to be at the end of the book. He wants everything to be lovely without any effort. And he deserves it. He was born to be everyone's favorite useless uncle. The butt of family jokes but he loves the affection. Like watering the ugliest plant you've ever seen. 1 of 5 Stars. Would you recommend him? Yes." - @xiaomao-ai-wo (author of Unallied Queens, Sticky Note Enthusiast, Either Stalter Or Waldrorf We Aren't Sure)**

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "Duke Peris “Dukey” Ravenell review:

Duke score: 2/5

He kinda sucks at it. Mostly stands around waiting for Galeus to tell him what to do I think?

Guy score: 5/5

Put this man in a JAR so that I may study him. Simultaneously a carefree goofball and the soppiest, saddest man to have ever existed. Just trying to have a nice time due to being born in Nice Time Land but The Horrors won’t let him. A little misogynistic with it but he pays for his crimes with monkey torture.

Overall score: 4/5" - @proseburia (author of Love Between the Christmas Trees, Lab Rat in Training, Sap Duo Shipper)

⭐️ “Peris Ravenell is as suspicious as a [REDACTED] and just as [REDACTED]. Overly clingy and also overly needy of compliments and acknowledgement. A follower, not a leader. No ability to read a room. At all. Whatsoever. Makes little attempt to think for himself and no attempt to [REDACTED]. Leaves that for [REDACTED] and then wonders why [REDACTED]. Likes [REDACTED], has a temper at times, has a weird thing about [REDACTED]. Enjoys [REDACTED] just to [REDACTED] (they'd already [REDACTED]). Extremely loathed by middle aged etiquette teachers and monkeys. Little man who wants to be a big man when he grows up. 1 star out of 5.” - Shadows_Mirror (author of like half the CB fanfiction on AO3, Registered Dukey Hater, Was Not Told She Could Not Include Spoilers)

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “I want to put this sopping wet beanie baby of a man under a microscope and study him. I hate him and I love him and I hate that I can’t decide which one it is. 5/5” - @lilliferwashere (author of Sunshine and Saccharin, Fluddy’s True Love, Pigeon Handmaid)

*"Canonically married to Deacon" she says. Uh huh.

**It should be noted that both Mari's name and profile picture on Discord are about Duke Ravenell.

In Conclusion

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XOXO, Inco

[rispwr]

A thin line between love and hate - KNJ - mini

Pairings : knj x fem! Reader

Genre : flufffff, students au, frienemies to lovers,

Contents : alot of bickering, just kissing, love letters, confusion, buzz cut namjoon, academic rival! Namjoon, he is down baddd (in secret).

Synopsis : 100 reasons to leave but 1 reason to stay.

Notes : this is a test post if i should actually continue this story so tell me what you all think!!

“Read this when you get home, Namjoon,” I said, handing him the letter.

“What-” he started, but I quickly cut him off. “I don’t accept any responses that aren’t written in a letter,” I said fast, my heart pounding so loudly I swore he could hear it.

He chuckled, his eyes falling on the envelope, and I immediately regretted the kiss mark I had stamped on it earlier. “To: Namjoon, from: the gorgeous one and only,” he read out loud with an annoying grin. “Are you gonna finally confess your undying love for me, my Miss ‘Gorgeous One and Only’?” he teased.

I rolled my eyes and hit him lightly on the chest. “I-I’ll go home,” I stammered, spinning on my heel to leave, but before I could take another step, he grabbed my arm.

“Wait,” he said, turning me back toward him. His gaze softened as he studied my face like he was trying to figure out what I wasn’t saying. Then, out of nowhere, he pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, then my neck.

“What are you doing?” I squealed, slapping his hand away.

“You’re not the mean Y/N I know. Are you sick or something?” he asked, tilting his head like he was genuinely concerned.

“Good god, Namjoon, I am not mean,” I groaned, flipping my hair dramatically.

“Yes, you are,” he shot back.

“No, I’m not!”

“You called my hair ‘freshly cut grass if you burn it to crisps.’”

I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to argue with him anymore. “Just- just go home, get unready, read the letter, then think about it and write back to me,” I said, rolling my eyes again for good measure.

“And if I don’t write back?” he teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into that smirk I hated and… didn’t hate.

“Then don’t,” I said quickly, spinning around and walking away before he could see how red my face was.

Behind me, I heard him chuckling softly, and I didn’t need to look back to know he was still standing there, watching me.

——

The letter

“Dear, namjoon.

I don’t even know how to start this. I’ve written and rewritten this letter a hundred times in my head, but now that it’s finally in front of me, I feel like I can’t find the right words. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe there aren’t any perfect words for this mess of feelings I have for you.

I guess I should start with the truth. this was supposed to be a list of all the reasons why I should leave you alone. A list of all the ways you make me so mad, so frustrated, so impossibly confused that I want to walk away and never look back. I thought if I wrote it all down, I’d finally convince myself to let you go. But the problem is, every reason I came up with to leave you somehow turned into a reason

I couldn’t.

I hate the way you tease me. You’re always making these cutting little comments, smirking like it’s a game to see how far you can push me before I snap. You make me feel small sometimes, and I hate that. But then, when it really matters, you’re so damn gentle. Like that time I twisted my ankle during practice, and you carried me all the way to the nurse’s office without saying a word. You didn’t laugh at me or tease me that time. You just stayed.

I hate how you always say you’d never stick around for someone like me. You said once that the day you stay by my side would be the day you die. But when I got sick last month, you were the first one at my door. You stayed up all night, making sure I had everything I needed. I remember the way your hand brushed against mine when you gave me medicine, and I hated how much that simple touch made me feel safe.

I hate how you act like you don’t care. Like nothing about me matters to you. “I don’t care who likes you,” you said once. But I’ve seen the way your eyes darken when someone flirts with me. I’ve seen you bite back comments when someone gets too close. You don’t care, right? Then why do I catch you watching me like you’re afraid I might slip through your fingers?

I hate how we’re always competing. I hate how every test, every class, every little thing turns into a battle between us. You drive me insane. And then I found out you purposely bombed the math competition last year so I could win. Do you have any idea how furious that made me? How much it made me want to scream at you and then cry? You’re the only person who could make me feel so many things at once.

God, I hate how you always roll your eyes whenever someone brings up the idea of us being together. Like the thought of kissing me is the worst thing that could ever happen to you. But the way you looked at me that night on the rooftop, don’t think I didn’t notice. You looked at me like you were trying to memorize the curve of my lips, like you were imagining what it would feel like to finally cross that line we’ve been toeing for years.

I hate the faces you make when people tease us. You make it so obvious you want everyone to stop talking about it, like the idea of us is something ridiculous. But then there are the moments when you don’t realize I’m watching. Like when we were studying in the library, and you stare at me a little too long before shaking your head and going back to your book. I wonder what you’re thinking in those moments.

Do you remember the picnic you planned last spring? You pretended like it was no big deal, like you were just being “nice.” But you remembered everything. my favorite snacks, my favorite flowers, even that stupid song I said reminded me of summer. You don’t just pay attention, Namjoon. You remember. You care. You say you hate me, but your actions… they say something completely different.

That’s what this all comes down to, isn’t it? Your actions. You can say you hate me a thousand times, but every single thing you do tells me the opposite. You tease me, but you’re the first person to comfort me when I’m upset. You push me away, but you’re always there when I need someone to lean on. You say you don’t care, but you’ve made it impossible for me to believe that.

You make me question everything myself, my feelings, you. I hate how much power you have over me. I hate how you make me feel vulnerable, like my heart is constantly in your hands. But most of all, I hate how much I love you for it.

Namjoon, I could list a hundred reasons why I should walk away from you. A hundred reasons why I should hate you. But there’s one reason I can’t.

You.

Because for all your contradictions and flaws, for all the ways you drive me absolutely insane, you’ve shown me something no one else ever has. what it means to be seen. Truly seen. You see me, and that’s why I stay.

So, yeah, I hate you. But I love you more. And I think maybe I always will.

Love, Y/N”

———-

The response

Dear, Y/N

I don’t even know where to start. Is this a confession? A declaration? Or just me finally telling the truth? Whatever it is, it feels like I’m submitting an essay to you, and if I know you well enough, you’re probably laughing at the thought. Or rolling your eyes. Either way, here I am.

You really had to go and write that letter, didn’t you? I read it five times before I could even process what you were saying. I’d look at the words, try to let them sink in, and then find myself going back to the beginning because I didn’t trust myself to read it right the first time. And now, here I am, trying to figure out how to say everything I’ve been keeping inside for way too long.

I’m going to be honest. I’ve been so confused. About you. About us. About everything. It feels like my entire existence has been one long argument with myself. I’ve tried so hard to hate you. I’ve tried. But it’s like every time I convince myself that I’ve won the fight, you do something that tears me apart all over again.

The more I’ve tried to hate you, the more I’ve fallen for you. And I hate that. I hate that love and hate are built on such a thin, fragile line, because I’ve been walking that line since the day we met. And the truth is, I’m ready to cross it. I think I crossed it a long time ago.

Do you remember the math competition last year? Of course you do. you brought it up in your letter. You think I tanked it for you because I wanted you to win. But it wasn’t about the win, Y/N. It was about you. You think you’re the only one who notices things? I’ve been paying attention to you since the day we met. The way you light up when you succeed. The way your hands shake when you’re nervous but you try to hide it. The way you care so deeply about everything, even when you act like you don’t.

I saw that fire in you, and I knew that you deserved that win. You deserved everything. Even if it meant giving up my own shot at SNU Because what’s a scholarship to me when I can see you reach for the stars and actually touch them?

I don’t know how to talk to you without fumbling over my words. So I make fun of you instead. I say stupid things like, “I’d never stay by your side” or “kissing you would be a mistake,” because the alternative is saying, “You terrify me.”

You terrify me because you make me want things I’ve never wanted before. You make me want to be better, softer, more vulnerable. And I hate that vulnerability, but I’d give it all to you if you asked.

The truth is, I loved you before we even met. Remember your debate 4 years ago? I saw you before you ever saw me. You were standing at the front of the room, flipping through your notes with this look of determination on your face. You bit your lip when you were focused, and I thought to myself, There she is. There’s the person who’s going to turn my whole world upside down.

And you did. Not in the way I imagined this back and forth, this endless teasing and fighting but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Every insult, every sarcastic comment, every time you rolled your eyes at me it’s all brought me closer to you. Closer to this moment.

Guess i was right. It was a confession for your undying love for me.

I love you, I’ve loved you since watching that debate, since before I even knew what love was supposed to feel like. And I love you even more now. I love you more than I hate how messy this all is. I love you more than I care about making sense of it. I love you more than I could ever put into words, and trust me, I’ve tried.

This is my response to your letter. It’s messy and chaotic, just like us. But it’s real. It’s me. And it’s all for you.

Always, Namjoon

——

“Here. Here’s the response to your love letter,” Namjoon said, holding out an envelope in my favorite color: purple.

“Wow-“ I started, but before I could say anything else, he pulled me in and kissed me.

I froze for a second, completely caught off guard, but then I melted into it, my hands instinctively wrapping around his neck. His grip on my waist tightened, like he didn’t want to let go. When he finally pulled away, his eyes locked on mine, and I could feel my face burning.

“That’s my physical response to you,” he teased, his smirk making me feel even more flustered.

“And this is your verbal response?” I asked, glancing down at the letter in my hands, trying to tease him back but failing miserably because I couldn’t stop smiling.

He grinned, watching as I nervously started to open the envelope. “Wait- don’t open it here,” he said, stopping my hand.

I looked at him, confused. “Why not?”

“Let’s go somewhere nicer,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Our place? Han River?”

My eyes lit up, and a big smile spread across my face as I nodded. “Okay”

Bonus part

“Joonnn! I’m not prepared!” I squealed, half laughing, half dying of embarrassment as Namjoon hovered over me, his lips pressing soft kisses to my neck.

“What are you talking about?” he mumbled between kisses, his voice low and teasing.

“I haven’t shaved, okay? And- and I’m not even wearing nice undies right now… I’m wearing my grandma undies,” I blurted out, my voice dropping into a whisper by the end, mortified.

Namjoon pulled back just slightly, raising an eyebrow at me. “So what? I like nature,” he said, deadpan.

My jaw dropped. “Oh my god, stop- ” I burst into laughter, shoving at his chest. “I won’t be able to look at nature the same way ever again, you crazy man!”

“Crazy? Me? Well i am for you,” he whispered dramatically, his lips moving lower as his hands found my waist. I gasped, half in shock, half trying to wriggle away from his hold.

“Are you insane?” I whisper yelled, my hands tangling in his hair to pull him back up. But he just looked at me with that stupid smirk of his.

“Do you not wanna do it? I can stop, baby,” he said, his voice soft and genuine, but the way he was grinning made it clear he was enjoying my mortification a little too much.

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands before blurting out, “Just- just let me go to the bathroom real quick!”

Before he could say anything else, I scrambled off the bed and bolted to the bathroom like my life depended on it, slamming the door shut behind me.

When I finally came out, after way too long debating if I could ever look him in the eye again, Namjoon was already lying in bed, grinning like an idiot. “What took you so long, Grandma Undies?”

“Namjoon!” I yelled, throwing a pillow at him as he laughed, pulling me into his arms.

In the end, nothing happened. We just ended up cuddling to sleep, his arms wrapped tightly around me while he whispered about how much he loved me. And honestly? That was more than enough.

[quibbs126]

I drew all of these today, first for the Sunstreaker design and then I got through all of them because I’m really not sure how to spend a Tuesday afternoon now

Like side tangent, I am not sure what to do with my time on my off days anymore. So I have my classes end by 12:20 every day, and on Tuesdays and Fridays in particular, I have nothing else to do for the rest of the day (the others have something or other going on, usually work). I would like to spend that time doing actual schoolwork, like I have an assignment due by tonight, but I didn’t know what to do immediately after coming back to my dorm, so I decided to keep drawing, and now it’s around 5 or so and my day’s gonna be over in a few hours, so I should get working on my schoolwork

I feel like I wasted the day, but what am I supposed to do the whole day? I’m not sure anymore, because I have way more free time than last semester

But anyways, back on to the actual art

So I started off today trying to draw a Sunstreaker design more based off of TFA, since I thought that’d be cool. But I really didn’t know what I was doing with it, so eventually I just decided to draw his g1 design instead, so I at least somewhat know what I’m doing

I also had some of his toy designs as well, so I took from that too. This goes for all the characters by the way, particularly with the tires

But yeah after finishing Sunstreaker, I figured might as well draw Sideswipe too. And then after that I decided to do Bluestreak and Cliffjumper, for reasons I don’t really know. Like okay, I knew after Sideswipe I wanted to do more with my poses, and so I had the mental image for Cliffjumper’s pose, but for whatever reason I ended up drawing Bluestreak before that

But anyways yeah. Character and posing practice this is

I think Sideswipe turned out the worst in all honesty. I just didn’t know as much what I wanted to do with him, and his helmet was confusing for me to draw. Probably shouldn’t have tried drawing him from an upwards perspective

But other than him I think the others turned out pretty good. No real notes on Sunstreaker. Bluestreak I feel is off in some way, but it’s also in a way I like. Cliffjumper’s probably second worst, but not as bad. I think it’s mostly the head, and I think it came out wonky like that because I drew it last and the original rectangle was not at that angle

I was going to elaborate more, but I really only have thoughts about Cliffjumper and how I like him small and violent, but I don’t want him only associated with Bumblebee. And also generally that Sunstreaker should be in more things

So I guess we stop here? Not really much to say on my end. But I don’t really know what to add on here

I just think some of these guys are neat, and also I needed something to draw today

I still need to work more on more dynamic poses, as well as bettering the anatomy in general, but we’re getting there

[sturniolostars]

𝓟𝓤𝓒𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓐𝓡𝓞𝓤𝓝𝓓

∗ smut, mentions of death, abuse, eating disorders, self harm, overall mature themes

∗ Chris was used to everyone liking him. But Evelyn hates hockey players and Chris hates her and her stupid figure skating. However they have to share a rink for now and can’t help but feel a pull towards each other. How will this play out in the end?

Previous Chapter

Chris’s pov

What did she mean she knew? How did she find out? Who told her? It doesn’t matter I need to explain myself before she tells people false information or even worse the actual true information. I grab her wrist before she can walk out.

“Please just come up to my room and I’ll explain” I can see that she wants to say no and leave, but also knows that if she doesn’t give me a chance right now I’ll probably throw her over my shoulder and taker her upstairs myself.

With that, she sighs and nods. I take her upstairs to my room and punch in the code for my door and drag her inside before closing it behind me and turning to her. “What do you know?” I demand.

“I know that it was one of your teammates that got some girl pregnant while she was dating some other dude and he wasn’t very happy.” She sounded pissed. Who wouldn’t be. That made all of us sound like jerks. But it’s also not what happened

“Look they didn’t even hookup. Yes she got pregnant but it’s her actual boyfriend’s baby and she must have just got scared and blamed it on the only other person she could which happened to be my teammate.” I explain “he also didn’t know she had a boyfriend”

I can see her soften a little at that and nod. I walk closer to her half because when we were walking upstairs her ass was in my face and I wanted to fuck her for it and the other was to prove my point. “You can’t tell anyone” my voice comes out huskier.

She nods. “I won’t” she whispered. I can feel myself getting hard already. “You know you’re such a tease” I growl putting my hands on her hips. She looks confused. “Me? What did I do?!”

I smirk. “That perfect ass of yours was in my face the whole way up the stairs” she scoffs. “Well I can’t really control that” I chuckle and lean in to start kissing her neck. I can feel her shiver and watch goosebumps invade her skin. She says she hates me but her body thinks otherwise.

Evvie’s pov

I do hate him. I do I do I do. Or at least that’s what I want to tell myself. I roll my eyes at how pathetic I’m being. He lays me onto his bed. And while I won’t stop this because I think I’d start sobbing I will be cocky.

“You think you can just fuck me?” I scoff. He kisses my neck again. “No but let me make it up to you” he says dragging my panties down my legs. His fingers work my clit and slide up and down my folds.

“So wet for me. Is this what hate does?” He teases. “I bet you couldn’t even find my g-spot. I can draw a map to it just for you so I don’t regret-“ I’m cut off with a loud moan as he shoves two fingers into me.

He pumps them in and out of me while still rubbing my clit. My back arches a bit. Okay maybe I should not have made that joke because all I felt now were his long slender fingers abusing my g-spot.

He brought his mouth down to suck on me and my back arches off the bed. I was already about to cum but I’ll just blame it on that fact I haven’t been laid in a while and not the fact this man is destroying me and he’s not even fucking me with his cock.

“I fucking hate you– fuck I’m cumming!” I moan. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave and I can feel myself convulsing around his fingers. He pulls said fingers out and slurps up my juices. It was pretty hot but fuck–

I can’t believe what I just did. I’m supposed to hate him. Not cum all over his face. I quickly grab my panties and race out the door like I’ve been in track my whole life before Chris can even register what happened.

Fuck me

a/n: might get another part out today too, so I hope you enjoy! (Tell me if you wanna be added to the taglist)

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[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

“A spike of cold iron” and Fate: Thomas Hutter, Roma and Orlok in “Nosferatu” (2024)

This scene has been puzzling me ever since I saw this film in the theater for the first time. But only now after knowing every influence and inspiration behind this story (besides the obvious “Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror” (1922) and the novel “Dracula” by Bram Stoker) and analyzing (Pardon my French) the crap out of this film, I’ve come up with an answer. I’ll use the term “Roma people” instead of Romani, because I’m also going to talk about Romanians, and it might get confusing for folks not familiar with these terms (ethnicity vs. nationality).

Craig Lathrop, the producer designer, said in an interview the pick-axe that’s in the castle crypt is a part of a backstory (which is based on “Dracula” by Bram Stoker): the soil near the sarcophagus has been removed to fill it up, because Orlok is preparing to travel and he, being a strigoi, needs to rest in the earth where he was buried during the day. And we do see, on the left side, the stones of the floor have been removed and the soil dig out. A staple of this film is “show, not tell”.

And indeed there’s a whole backstory here: who filled Orlok’s sarcophagus with dirt? Who packed his sarcophagus to travel? Someone had to put his coffin in a box and take it to the ship, for him to be able to travel to Wisburg. He couldn’t (and wouldn’t) do all of this by himself, obviously.

And the answer can only be in one of the source materials/inspirations for this film: “Dracula” novel by Bram Stoker. It was the Roma people who worked for Orlok (like they did in the novel). And Robert Eggers is really assuming everyone knows this is based on “Dracula”, here.

A bit of historical context; Roma people have been marginalized in Europe for centuries, and in Romania, specifically, they were enslaved for almost 500 years. Boyars had Roma slaves; more info about this topic here (although this article uses the term “Gypsy”, which is culturally offensive). It’s unclear if (human) Orlok had Roma slaves or not, because Transylvania was a particular case, where many Roma people weren’t slaves, and, in the 16th century, a Roma voivodeship was created (an authority led by a noble holding the title of voivode). Still Roma slavery in Transylvania was only abolished in the 17th century.

We really have no information on why the Roma people work for Orlok, and the only visual confirmation of this is the pick-axe in the crypt, so it’s clear Robert Eggers didn’t want to dwell on this fact, either. But, still, we were introduced to these characters, and their actions do have meaning in the plot.

We, the audience, first meet the Roma people of Transylvania in “Nosferatu” (2024) when Thomas arrives at the Carpathians, and there’s a camp outside the Inn. And he’s immediately received by one Roma man, who takes his horse, and signals the others of his arrival. What’s odd about this scene is that everyone has their eyes fixed on Thomas, as they play music and dance.

And then they laugh at Thomas, following the lead of a character who unfortunately doesn’t have a name, he’s only described as “handsome Roma man” in the script or “vampire hunter” on IMBd. In the 2023 script, it says Thomas gets embarrassed because the man is looking at him, but this script is incomplete, filled with incorrect dialogue and several scenes didn’t play on-screen the way they are described there, so I’m taking this script with a grain of salt, actually.

Thomas is as confused as the audience at this point. Why are they laughing at him? Is because he’s a foreigner? Because he’s out of his element? Did he caused offense? What is happening? In the meantime, the owner of the Inn arrives and reluctantly agrees to let Thomas stay the night because he’s willing to play double for the room. Not before he expressed his fear at the mention of Castle Orlok. And racism towards the Roma people.

Once he gets inside, the Innkeeper’s Mother-in-Law is performing a blessing ritual with garlic to protect a man against strigoi. She shows Thomas to his room and warns him against Orlok’s shadow, and gives him a talisman.

During the night, Thomas awakes because of chanting and torch light coming from outside. He decides to follow the Roma people and witnesses a strange ritual with a virgin girl on horseback. This is based on Balkan folklore; it’s a method to find a strigoi grave (it’s usually a black stallion, but Eggers probably went this a white horse to be more visible during the night), and a scene like this is also in another film that inspired this adaptation of “Nosferatu”: “Leptirica” (“The She-Butterfly”) (1973).

They dig out a corpse and the “handsome Roma man” stabs it with a spike of cold iron. The corpse vomits blood and Thomas cries out in horror. As the handsome Roma man locks eyes with him, everything turns to black.

Next, we see Thomas waking up, back at the Inn, but his boots are dirty with mud, which seems to indicate it wasn’t a dream, and he remembers what he saw. But when Thomas goes outside there’s no one there. Not even the Innkeepers appear to be there. It’s deserted. Everyone left. Someone took his horse and Thomas has to walk all the way to the castle.

The question is: are these the same Roma who work for Orlok or an entirely different group of people? It seems kind of a huge coincidence to have two groups of the same ethnicity connected to the same story, at the same location but with different contexts (servants of Orlok vs. vampire hunters).

And if this group of Roma works for Orlok why would they be going around killing strigoi? Was it a really a strigoi the Roma people killed? Yes, the corpse vomited blood, but I don’t think we need to go into details about decomposition, here, to explain why stabbing a regular corpse would do the same.

This ritual is usually done during the day time (like it’s represented in “Leptirica” (1973)), for obvious reasons; that’s when the strigoi is resting on his grave, because it’s active during night time. Even “Nosferatu” acknowledges this with Orlok himself; Thomas finds him resting in his sarcophagus during the day. If this was, indeed, a strigoi he wouldn’t even be in his grave at this time of night, to begin with, and the movie itself acknowledges this. So, there’s something weird going here.

Besides, what happened when Thomas tried to stab Orlok with the pick-axe? He stopped him, and even Knock grabs the spike. The corpse the Roma people stab has no physical reaction other than vomiting blood. So, indeed, Robert Eggers gave us three parallel scenes which play-out differently, for a reason.

We have three options for the Roma people wanting Thomas to witness this ritual:

They are acting on Orlok’s orders;

They are trying to “warn” Thomas and telling him the way to destroy Orlok (and free themselves of him in the process); this would explain why they left the pick-axe behind;

Dream/Hallucination: Fate (which is a major theme in the film, too), foreshadowing Thomas' failure at the end.

The second option explains itself. Although, I find it very unlikely. The pick-axe was there as a visual narrative device, connecting the Roma to Orlok (“show, don’t tell”).

The first is more dubious, because Orlok himself appears angry when Thomas insists on learning more about this ritual. But he also says to Thomas he’s eager to retire to his “city of a modern mind” who doesn’t known nor believes in this of “morbid fairytales”, and says these superstitions surely look backwards to a young man of high learning like Thomas. Orlok is clearly being sarcastic, here, he has no intention of flattering Thomas. He’s there to be killed, and to give him access to Ellen, after all. That’s the reason why Knock, Orlok servant, sent him there, in the first place. However, is Orlok actually surprised when Thomas attacks him on his coffin?

Going back to the third option (Fate), there’s some sort of connection between Thomas and the “handsome Roma man”. The muddy boots might indicate it wasn’t a dream, but sleepwalking and hallucinations are associated with Orlok in this story; and Thomas begins to feel the heaviness of Orlok’s shadow before he actually arrives at the castle, and even after he leaves and gets rescue by the Nuns, they say he’s lost in Orlok’s shadow.

Even the elderly Romanian woman warns Thomas that Orlok’s shadow covers him in nightmares, awake but dreaming, and there’s no escape other than praying. When Thomas wakes in the morning, the talisman is around his neck, even thought it wasn’t when he fell asleep or witnessed the ritual. Did the elderly woman saw Thomas doing something (sleepwalking, for instance), put the talisman on him, and they all left, terrified, because of it?

Robert Eggers has no interest in portraying Thomas Hutter as the hero of his story, but says “he [Thomas] thinks he’s the hero”. To me, this might be the key to unlock the mystery of Thomas witnessing this strigoi killing ritual. Because this is the scene which will make him believe he’s the hero of this story and he’s the one who’ll destroy Orlok. He’ll want to become like the handsome Roma man, a heroic vampire hunter, releasing villages from a strigoi threat.

And now, we have to move forward in the plot, to the scene of so-called “possessed Ellen”, and what she tells him: “He [Orlok] told me about you. He told me how fooling you were. How fearful. How like a child. How you fell into his arms as a swooning lily of a woman.”

Thomas feeling emasculated by the Transylvanians is a theme which was already in the 2016 script, so, to me, it’s clear this is something Eggers wanted to explore in his adaptation of “Nosferatu”. And so, this culminating with Thomas trying to emulate the handsome Roma man makes the story come full circle. And this scene with Ellen is crucial to this plot, because she’s putting his entire Victorian male identity into question. And he vows to destroy Orlok himself to protect her. And Ellen tells Thomas that Orlok will kill him if she doesn’t go to him. Which is what makes Thomas say “I will kill him”.

Thomas is absolutely determined in being the hero of the story, now. Not only that’s his role as a Victorian husband, but there’s even a touch of destiny and fate in this (“Providence like Herr Knock would say”), because his mind will return to the handsome Roma man and to the ritual he witnessed that first night.

Now, this whole plot of “Orlok killing Thomas” is pure bullshit and bluff from his part. Orlok has to be invited in, in order to actually kill his victims indoors. This is a staple of vampire lore, which is confirmed by the narrative with the killing of the Hardings (Ellen granted Orlok entrance into the house) and Dr. Sievers saying they should return to their homes because Orlok has surely risen from his grave. As long as the human characters are inside, they are safe from Orlok. Unless someone invites him into the house, like the Hardings case. And Ellen probably realized this with the killing of Anna and the children, although the “Leptirica” (“The She-Butterfly”) (1973) inspiration on this story might indicate something darker. Either way, she clearly knows this by the time she summons Orlok at the end, because she opens her window for him (giving entrance).

And so Orlok knows he can’t actually kill Thomas, but, like he says to Herr Knock, he “has use in him”; he needs him to act the hero, and believe he can emulate the handsome Roma man vampire hunter hero, in order to get him out of the house. And not only that. When Orlok gives Ellen the three days countdown, he says her husband will perish by his hand. And this sets everything into motion, because Orlok wants Thomas to believe he’s the hero vampire hunter. And he wants Ellen to be confronted with the threat of his own destruction. Which is exactly what happens:

And Ellen is, indeed, confronted with Orlok getting killed by a spike of cold iron, like Thomas saw it done in Transylvania. And this is how a strigoi is destroyed in Romanian folklore, because the Şolomonari codex of secrets Von Franz finds in Herr Knock’s office (a book which, obviously, belongs to Orlok, confirmed Şolomonar by the narrative) speaks of how a Şolomonar can break free from his own Nosferatu curse; which involves a young woman in love with him and her voluntary sacrifice (death).

Which is exactly what Orlok says to Knock: “The compact commands she must willingly re-pledge her vow. She cannot be stolen.” Which also taps into the “Svengali” (1931) inspiration in this story: Svengali could hypnotize Trilby all he wanted, but he couldn’t make her actually love him. Orlok could make Ellen dream only of him, but she wouldn’t give him her heart because of it. What made her reconsider accepting his covenant (“being one with [him] ever-eternally”) was the threat of his demise.

Ellen confronted with the threat of Orlok’s destruction is a reference to another inspiration for this story: “La Belle et la Bête” (Beauty and the Beast) (1946); where the Beast reluctantly allows Belle to leave, but gives her a week countdown, telling her that if she doesn’t return within 7 days time, he’ll die of grief.

And so, Ellen will conspired with Von Franz to keep Thomas out of the house (because Von Franz is aware of all of this), and will even play into Thomas wishful heroism: “You will put an end to all of this?” And Thomas leaves fully prepared to embrace the “heroic vampire hunter” role. And the scene in Grünewald Manor is almost a direct parallel to the ritual Thomas saw in Transylvania. And it’s everything wrong with it, too: it’s night time (which means Orlok isn’t in his sarcophagus, because he only rests there during the day), and he stabs a human, not a strigoi (even though Knock was probably seeking a violent death to become one).

When he realizes Von Franz knew about this, all along, he’s enraged and runs back to his house, in a final desperate attempt to save Ellen. And Von Franz laughs and taunts him: “You run in vain! You cannot out-run your destiny!” Which brings this whole story full circle; Thomas was destined to fail, as Ellen and Orlok were fated to be bound together (“even now, we are fated”).

All of this sounds like Thomas Hutter is being unfairly treated by Robert Eggers, but his character in “Nosferatu” (2024) actually embodies a lot of characteristics from 19th century Romanticism, where fallen, failed and tragic heroes were a major theme in Literature. Thomas failure to create a satisfying role for himself dooms him, but it serves a heroic purpose, in the end. Him attempting to embody the hero and the vampire hunter was destined for failure, but it allowed him to leave the house, for Ellen and Orlok to fulfill their covenant, which broke the curse of Nosferatu, not just for them, but for everyone else, and the plague was lifted.

Thomas is also the Edgar Linton to Ellen's Catherine and Orlok's Heathcliff in the "Wuthering Heights" inspiration of this story, which makes him a far more sympathetic character in the narrative. He also gets caught up in middle of something he doesn’t know nor understands, and his entire life gets wrecked as a result. Like Edgar to Heathcliff, Thomas is the antithesis of Orlok; he’s a model of tenderness and constancy. Where Orlok is untamed and wild passion, Thomas is stable and gentle love. Orlok represents nature, and Thomas represents society. Thomas should be everything Ellen wants, but like Catherine with Edgar, he isn’t. And like Edgar, Thomas becomes a grieving widower, while Ellen/Catherine and Orlok/Heathcliff are together in the spiritual realm.

[eternalwritess]

hii i’m new here and was wondering if i could get a jjk matchup?

i’m a straight female, estp, short (5’2) with brown eyes and black hair.

personality wise i’m usually pretty carefree and cheery unless there’s a proper reason not to be. i’m pretty ‘all or nothing’ which can be a good or bad thing (basically no impulse control). i do have a bit of a short temper when people get on my nerves, but i usually get over it quickly or feel guilty afterwards.

i’m also a D1 yapper, usually turn things into a joke to keep things light although some people may think i’m being blatantly rude.

likes include pop music, gaming, blind boxes (gambling addiction?), the beach, travelling, watching sports

dislikes include waiting, people without common sense, chores, assholes

a couple of fun facts;

- i can do any rollercoaster but if the ride involved spinning i am OUT

- i always remember the most useless things to the greatest details but nothing i actually need to know

thank youuu

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❋ You two most likely met at Jujutsu Tech! I don't see you as someone who he met as a kid but that's mostly because... yeah he had a very excluded childhood in terms of who he interacted with at the time but fret not as you two do meet!

❋ His first impression of you was that you were tolerable to be around, more so than anyone else that he had met. You pretty much matched his energy if not getting him to calm down a little bit when he likely should've. That being said you still got into a lot of trouble with him by your side

❋ Your all or nothing attitude was what attracted him the most. To him it was the sort of mindset a sorcerer should have. Give it your all or don't try at all type of thing. Of course though he can only give it his all so many times as well... he doesn't really need to give it his all all of the time (sadly)

❋ You guys commonly planned trips around with the others and he would always go with you on rollercoasters, but once he noticed that you didn't like ones that spun he teased you about it the rest of the day (he'll start to let up if he notices that you're getting really upset over it)

❋ When he noticed he liked you more than as a friend he tried confessing... really he did... but he ended up stuttering and he stopped... Shoko was the one to push him to actually do it. She couldn't stand the pining and needed him to spit it out already

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❋ He never thinks you're rude, he may jokingly say things like "you're so mean to me!" and things along those lines but he never actually means it. He just likes teasing you

❋ You're a yapper you say? Well I hope you can keep up with him, you two talk for literal hours on end and can go for a whole day if not days. Satoru doesn't really sleep so he's always up for chatter. Also Yaga had to get at you two multiple times for talking... yeah you're both on opposite sides of the room, and it's even better because there's only four people in the class!

❋ Whenever you say a random or 'useless' fact he always gets so excited by it, and if not a little confused and will always wonder where it was that you heard that or if you know if its true or not. He'll ask you a TON of questions on it and etc.

❋ He probably leans on you, you're a lot shorter than him and he just finds it funny. Don't worry though, if you step on his toes aggressively he'll stop <3

[twnkttank]

I’m an underweight skinny dude a few months into my journey of getting huge mostly because of your blog

It’s interesting how I even wasn’t into muscles and enjoyed being small until I found your blog and something changed in my mind, I just regret not starting my muscle journey earlier

Hey bro, relatable as fuck. I actually started writing a response to this earlier but it just got so long. I wonder how it's going for you, those newbie gains starting to burst in? Man I hope so.

Thanks for telling me, I fucking love that I helped awaken you, and thanks in advance for turning another twink into a bulging tank, one by one making the world a better place. As I said relatable af -- wish I'd started earlier myself.

When I was in hs and even after, I appreciated being "slender" and cute, all that. Not even BS -- it's awesome to be a cute innocent twink and part of that is how it feels as the musclelust first confuses you, sucks you in, spreads in you, grows in you... and then MUTATES you. Grows you. Unleashes the beast in you. Your fear of what'll happen to you turns to excitement -- can't fucking wait to see what i'll become. But, you're still you. This was always you, both the twink and the tank. At least, I am always both.

I wish I'd started tanking up earlier too. I couldn't take my mind off huge guys and imagining myself as one -- but it terrified me, I hid it from myself, blocked sites that could've helped me explode earlier. I was on a sports team and I actually sabotaged myself in workouts, afraid that once I started to grow I'd be so intoxicated I wouldn't want to stop.

It's a fear that's half valid. Yes starting to grow changes you and your priorities. FUCK it feels good. But, you're an adult. It's a childish fear -- an idea that you won't have control. Bro, you always have control. Not that it's easy (heck I have severe ADHD lol) but you DO always have a choice. If you want to stop the process and not explode into a beautiful fucking tank... you can. At any point. Question is do you want it to stop, bro?

I'm grateful af for things that helped get the ball rolling.One thing that really got the ball rolling in my corruption (or more correctly, correction) was, when I was 20-21, watching one of my friends go from an awkward lanky dude to a cocky fucker as his once loose shirts became tighter as he swelled up with mass. I couldn't stop thinking about what he was doing to himself. It was ugly I thought, but I wanted it, which terrified me. He actually probably noticed, there was one time while we were studying and kind of goofing off he whispered in my ear that I should fucking get big already, he could tell I wanted it. For a whole day after that I was completely unable to stop thinking about it (believe me, I tried), and I caved and rushed to the gym and tried to lift, you know BIG (I failed my sets, it was cute in hindsight, and a huge moment for me -- I wouldn't have done something that actually stupid if I didn't want it badly).

The internet also helped save me from my self sabotage. Thanks a ton guys, a lot of you who post, and/or exploded yourself. I'd still try to sabotage growth: I'm too busy, blabla. On the other, I figured out how to slyly convince myself to make sure I started to get what I needed: I would actually go for it in lifts, because it'd be "cute" to be toned (lol.); I'd start chugging protein powder, it would keep me from getting 'fat' by killing hunger. Creatine would help me focus. And then one day I saw it in the mirror. Still small af but when you come from total twink the first time you see muscles literally bulging out of your skin, even small ones... you feel fucking huge.

I'm feeling my pecs now as I rate this and gosh it feels so great. The way every size feels a bit different. It's a fucking journey. Hope more guys get to experience it. Hope yours is going well bro! If you are reading this and considering starting trying to get big -- dude, I ask you, please just give it a try. Some guys, really it is genuinely not for them? And you know what they do? They simply decide to stop, it's that easy. And others are so fucking grateful 5 years later as they feel all the awesome mass they worked to bestow upon themselves. Get huge bro.

[britcision]

Tell you what tho

I read Lord of the Rings when I was 10… and 11… because it took me that long to finish it

And I do remember reading it, and I remember being a little confused by the tangents and the history and geography and speed reading those bits trying to find the adventure, and first seeing the movies and knowing the story

But I hadn’t read them since

And I know the movies well enough that I can identify which scenes in the extended version weren’t in the theatrical release and which weren’t in the original shorter extended version

But reading the first book again now as an adult… I am absolutely reading it for all those tangents and the history and geography to devour the entire world and I’m barely interested in the Ring and the quest

And all of it feels new

Like, I very specifically remember single lines pretty much at random through the book so every time I’m sorta getting lost in “wow I don’t remember this at all” suddenly I’m finishing the next sentence before I turn the page

And I think that says something about growth and aging and time

Because I was always a little nerd, my bedtime stories were Discworld before I could talk, I read Lord of the Rings solely because it had 1000 pages and I considered that a challenge and I stuck to it even when I wasn’t all that interested in the extended lore because of that

(May Tolkien forgive me, but I was 10!)

And back then I was reading for The Quest and The Story Of The Fellowship and things that were happening now

And so little of it stuck with me that it’s almost all new all over again, and I’m discovering all of this wonderful extended lore and devouring the history and yeah the Silmarillion’s gonna come after the full trilogy and it’s all new to me

And it’s also so familiar

I remember half the songs, but I hadn’t remembered they were Tolkien’s

I just… kept singing them. I can do most of Gilgalad’s from memory, but I couldn’t swear that’s how you spell the name

And part of it is that my family also used to do the radio editions of Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit on long drives or as family time in the evening, and I really did only read the actual book once

(Possibly not long after we finished the radio drama version, which is why I was so confused by the extended Shire adventures)

So it might just be that I know the now so well already, that’s so familiar, that I can finally focus on the rest of the world

But I think it’s also because the older I’ve gotten, the more I want to look behind the curtain. To see the lore, the making of, how things work and connect and see everything that made the story of now possible in everything I see

The more I read the more I see Tolkien’s hand, his pen, his values and what he believed mattered, and he was right. It matters to care for the land and the world and growing things, even if it doesn’t have monetary value. It matters to choose to do good, even with no reward

It matters to take your time, to do things the right way instead of the easy or cheap way, to cherish and value everything that lives, however small. It matters to care, more than anything shiny and golden

And also yes I am also learning that the way I write apparently has a lot more in common with Tolkien than I thought, so you can all blame him for the length of Dead And Loving It and all the lore and my need to expand the universe in every direction and obsess over every connection

I’m certainly nowhere near on his level, but even in a book I only read once… I think Tolkien shaped quite a lot of what I consider good quality writing and world building

And I think he’d appreciate that

And from now on I’ll be explaining my utter refusal to cut any “unnecessary” perspectives or world building with “would you have edited Tolkien?” Because the answer’s always “nope” his publisher said so

[rmgkyle]

STOP WHATSTWTTSYWGSHWHEV WHATATATTAaaaAAAA

TOMM I WILL GET U UGHAGSHSGZ OMG THANK YOU FOR THIS FANART/YURI!!!!! I REALLY LOVE IT AND WAS GENUINELY SUPPRESSING AND A LITTLE CONFUSING BECAUSE I THOUGHTI WOULD NEVER GET FANART FROM YOU?!

I LOVE THE DETAILS AND HOW U DRAW RMG AND SAIKO OSVDJSKD RMG LOOKS SO PRETTY AND ALSO VERY GOOD HEHD AAAA I WILL GET UUUU

and ofc I started to tweaking on vc’s, including me crying trying to talk while tears were fucking falling like a damn waterfall HhwushwhdbHwjdjwdjUsusjwjWJIWJWE /silly

Okay okay now I most speak

Tomm ever since I went on google and decided to look at art for inspiration I SAW URS I WAS LIKE “😟” you know I had to download tumblr and see more of ur art, including comics I saw USBUDHE.Overall I was nervous but really excited to join ur discord to meet you for the first time! I tried to get close to as close as possible so we can talk about our interests and just be best buds that. Ive been DYING to talk to you because I was so into ur art I just feel like “jeez, I need to meet this guy rn or I will EXPLODEEE” /j

You make me scream when u bring up RMG or even doodle some of my character or characters I love from different shows, including South Park and Scott pilgrim. I’m glad u love me being around, it means a lot to me AND OFC I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR U ALWAYS BECAUSE I LOVE U TOMMM!!💚💚

I’m ur friend? What the fuc- HOW ?!? AAAAA

Whenever I get home from work or school I immediately check if ur in the vc so I can join and have a little silly conversation with u EIIEHEJEHJSHDD HOW ARE U SO COOL?!? You put a smile on my face every time u talk to me or just include me into some thing because how could I not be excited to meet someone so cool and basically famous ( oh man I hear u everywhere, it tell them that we talk AND THEY GO CRAZY)

I love talking to you, always u just make my day so much easier and better. Sometimes I bully u but I don’t mean it I actually love u sm ur my top biggest idol. I’m really surprised u know how much I LOVEEEEE SOUTH PARK AND SCOTT PILGRIM JEEZZZ IM FAZE BACK IN 2019-2018 HEHSWHISHS EVEN ME COSPLAYING KYLE !!JEJISW

You make me laugh with ur silly jokes, reminds me that I am talking to my idol and I’m like “ wait, IM TALKING TO THE REAL TIREDSMASHBROS!!” JEHSIHWS

Let’s move on to the fanart.

Omg u put so much details on this I will get UU.

Instantly unmuted and started screaming into my pillow when I saw the fanart HOLY SHIT MY KENNY PLUSH HAS A DENT BECAUSE OF THAT WHAGWSH. I am so grateful u made this for me it makes me smile and squeal every time I see it again because it’s literally drawn from TOMM WJDJEDBEJ

The way RMG is eating her purple popsicles, I haven’t told u this yet but she actually loves grape flavor stuff ( reminds me u like grape flavor AAVAHSVS) she looks beautiful, pretty, and also very neat in ur style OMFG I was zooming in for 30 mins tryna get all the details I could. I NEVER KNEW U WERE GOING TO DRAW THIS SO GOOD?!! I THOUGHT U WERE GOING TO JUST MAKE A DOODLE?!??!!!!

Saiko, omg my lesbian panic is all the way at the limit U BARELY DRAW SAIKO AND SHE LOOKS THIS GOOD?? AAAAA OMG SHES SO SILLY AND HAPPY LEANING ON RMGS SHOULDER!!! AAAAAAGSJHW I WAS STARING AT HER THE MOST SAIKO-30-35 MINUTES DHJDHDJDBJ AAAAA

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Thank you Tomm this makes me so happy 💚💚💚

Love you!

🌿⛅️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLE !!! 🦌

@rmgkyle 💥

wanna get back into the habit of posting any of my art like i used to, so we gonna start the end of the month strong IYUGJHDW

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLE!!!! I SRSLY HOPE U HAD AN AWESOME ONE AND ENJOYED THE BIRTHDAY PARTY EVENT AAAA I GEN HAD A LOT FUN AND GETTING TO TALK BOUT SOUTH PARK GUH... we need to actually do a watch party of that and watch scott pilgrim again yes uwu 💛🍔

my mini sappery essay jajaja go away this is for the deer girl /srs

i've kind of said most of what i've been having in my mind from my response to the bday gift you made for me a bit ago, but i'm going to continue saying them because seriously, getting to find someone else who shares multiples interests and fixations- ESP SOUTH PARK AND SCOTT PILGRIM- has been seriously and incredible joyride, and im so excited to continue to yap about them and so much more!!!

omg i needed to move my foot for a sec and my roommate's cat on my lap left me what a bitch am i right /j /silly ILHKJGFNEDSH

anyways- kyle you genuinely are one of the most sweetest individuals i've met and i get excited to see you pop around in vcs and get excited to see what new masterpieces you got cooking up!!! i hope this birthday had made you realized how much you mean to a lot of people, including myself, and how much we all appreciate you. obviously i can't speak for everyone, butt you've been so joyful to hang and talk with i don't know what happen if your silly little presence wasn't rolling around.

you really do make a difference in folks lives because you did for me. i think i mentioned i've personally encounter bad "kyles" within my lifetime and i meant it how paranoid it made me. but meeting you and getting to know you from these past months have seriously washed away those fears, and those calmed the tides to the horrible memories. something i didn't know could go away. but you made it happened wether you meant to or not. and i thank you wholeheartedly for that. you make me smile and excited to know whats going to happen bc my god any of you sillies shenanigans will be the death of me /j /silly

alas, despite chaos, i've never had such a joyful experience before and i want you to seriously know how much i appreciate you man. yeah maybe i could've ended this gift with just a "happy birthday" and a sketch doodle, but that's not really up my alley, and even more so i wanted to really do my best to try to express how much i care by trying to illustrate you something wholesome, yet lovingly. a piece filled with care and enjoyable company, accompanied with comforting such as clouds, though simple, thats all it really is. its all a straight-forward warm breeze comfort you bring to me and no doubt. to many others. your exciting to be around and a relaxing hotspot to inform myself to never need worries.

you're just so cool man.

please continue staying cool and the sweet silly person that you are

i love you kyle, and i hope we can continue to being friends for many more

happy birthday dude 💛🍔

and im definitely buying lesbian color nail polish on our next sleepover ong you aint gonna catch me slaking /silly iHKJGDCS

[autism-disco]

gggggghhggggggg (music)

[karamell-sweetz]

you know what guys. after this whole thing goes down, i hope we get the ACTUAL kamiyama school festival and it is a very good comparison to the first one. where we can see clearly how much mizuki has grown since that first event in january 2021, since that first school festival in middle school.

and i hope mizuki gets to have fun with her friends and can hang out with ena. and i hope ena has fun too. i hope she gets to tease akito, forge bonds with her classmates at the fried squid stall, and hopefully get roped into a dumb show with the oddballs 1 2. i hope this is ena’s pandemonium. i hope we all can have a little bit of joy and whimsy while getting to see how much the gang’s lives have changed at this point.

and i hope rui is a little worried for mizuki — i sincerely hope he is somewhere in mizu5, quietly waiting by the rooftop like he always has for her. but by the end of the schoolfes event he can look at mizuki, her whole face bright as all eight students in our little kamikou main cast gang come down from the rooftop (for one last time maybe, but we don’t talk about graduation in front of rui… unless ofc we bring it up this event) and he can say “you’ve come such a long way, haven’t you, mizuki? i’m happy for you.”