#idk who will see this but I’ve just been a bit down about some responses and comments I’ve been getting

[thatbarricadebitch]

(Post so people will hopefully stop bothering me abt my enjolras voting doodle/lh)

Guys I am aware the Enjolras would absolutely despise the current state of US politics!!! (and thus wouldn’t be stoked about voting)

I just wanted to make a lighthearted post to distract myself from a very stressful day as an American.

I am always interested in hearing people’s political discussions/interpretations when it comes to Les mis (I’m just not very eloquent on the matter myself). Just don’t be patronizing about it please!!! (It makes me sad)

Additional itty bitty Enj for morale

Stay safe guys

[james-bucky-barnackle]

I mean?

Synopsis: On a press tour with your co-star Sebastian Stan, the interviewer asks you a question about another film he did and the answer surprises him.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Actress!Y/N

Word Count: IDK I'm too sleep deprived to count.

A/N: Bro I am on a resurgence. Might just fuck around and continue writing more fanfics or whatever.

It’s another busy day promoting your new movie with Sebastian, The Road Trip. It's a funny romcom about two best friends going on a long trip to see another friend who your character is dating. Interestingly enough, the guy who plays him is Chris Evans. The interviews are currently being done in pairs, and you're with Sebastian.

You've always been candid, speaking your mind without feeling shy. Deep down, you're a bit of a pessimist, accepting things as they are. When you first heard from your agent that you were cast in The Road Trip alongside Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans, you laughed hysterically. The idea that you, an unconventional beauty, were chosen to be on screen with those two seemed surreal. You never really think about dating co-stars, which helps with acting in general. The media is impressed with how chill you are around A-list actors, and even though it hasn’t fully sunk in yet, the industry has started promoting you to that list.

The interview has been going on for about 15 minutes when another journalist joins, mostly asking about the experience of working with the cast.

“It’s my first romcom, can you believe it?” you say.

“First?!” Sebastian stares in mock disbelief.

“I know, right?!” You feign surprise.

The interviewer continues, “How does it feel to do something lighter and a bit comedic for once?”

“You mean, a movie where no one dies?” Sebastian covers his mouth at your response.

“I mean essentially,” the interviewer laughs. “Wait, no one dies?!” They nudge you playfully.

“I mean, I’m not sure, no spoilers,” you say, breaking the fourth wall and looking into the camera. Sebastian cackles. “It’s definitely refreshing. It feels like going to school for some reason. Like I don’t want to miss a class just because I might miss something wild happening.”

“What?” Sebastian glares. “What school did you go to?”

“I mean, aside from the learning stuff…” You grimace. “It’s fun, honestly. I’d love to do more romcoms. It’s very down-to-earth and just resonates with you so much. I don’t wanna get too cheesy, but I’m such a hopeless romantic—this is my jam.”

“Sebastian, how’s your experience working with Chris again, this time outside of the Marvel universe?”

“Wait, this isn’t in the Marvel Universe?!” you butt in. Sebastian again, fakes a loud gasp. You two laugh. This interview feels like it’s going nowhere.

“It’s totally fun, as Y/N mentioned—it really is like going to class. But most of my scenes are with Y/N, so she’s like the lab partner I’ve never had. Chris was always texting us, checking which location we’re going to be at, making sure we’re scheduled on the same day. It’s fun when we’re both on set.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, we’ve got a good rhythm going. It’s like having a little family on set. Plus, Chris is always the one who brings snacks, so that’s a bonus.”

Sebastian laughs. “Oh, absolutely. Chris and his endless supply of trail mix.”

The interviewer chuckles. “Sounds like you all have a great dynamic. Was there a favorite scene you both enjoyed filming together?”

You think for a moment. “I really loved the scene where we’re stuck in the car during that rainstorm. It was so chaotic, but we had a blast improvising and just playing off each other.”

Sebastian nods. “Yeah, that was a good one. The rain machine was going full blast, and we were just trying not to crack up the entire time.”

The interviewer smiles. “It sounds like it was a lot of fun. And the chemistry definitely shows on screen. Speaking of different roles, Y/N, Sebastian’s been in the movie Fresh where he plays a sociopathic killer who preys on lonely women pretending to be a genuine guy.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” you say, laughing, as Sebastian shakes his head.

“Would you, like Noa, fall prey to Steve’s antics?” This question gets a louder laugh from Sebastian as your face shows pure shock. You hold him back with your hand and say,

“I’ve thought about this, to be honest,” you start, looking at Sebastian as he raises his eyebrows, impressed.

“Oh, you have?”

You laugh and continue, patting his thigh and looking back at the interviewer. “Me and my friend talked about it a while back. And it’s frightening because I would’ve probably ended up on a chopping block.”

“Noooo!” Sebastian shouts, “I was rooting for you.”

“No! But, like, you are incredibly good-looking and charismatic. It would be hard not to give my number at the grocery aisle.”

He tilts his head at your response. “Surely not good enough to get yourself killed?!”

“You’d be surprised how far I’d even go,” you say, as the interviewer laughs with you both. “Oh god, I need to call my therapist,” you add, ending the topic with the three of you gagging.

“Might just have to talk to mine too, after hearing that.”

You can already feel TikTok saving this clip and turning it into a meme.

You notice, after you call Sebastian good-looking, he’s been eyeing you sideways and biting his lip. As if he’s suddenly gone bashful. You can’t help but feel a boost in your ego. Could it be that Stan is shy? You make it a point to tease him for the remainder of the interview.

“What’s something funny or unexpected that happened on set?”

“Oh, there were so many moments,” you start. “One time, we were filming this really serious scene, and out of nowhere, a bird flew into the set and landed right on Sebastian’s shoulder.”

Sebastian laughs. “Yeah, I had no idea what to do. I just froze, and then Y/N started making bird noises to try and get it to fly away.”

You laugh, nodding. “It took a good ten minutes to get back into character after that. Everyone was cracking up.”

The interviewer grins. “That sounds hilarious. It’s great to hear that you all had such a good time. Speaking of moments on set, were there any funny or awkward moments while filming the more romantic or intimate scenes?”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, plenty. Like the time we were shooting that kiss scene in the rain, and Y/N kept slipping on the wet pavement.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Hey, it was slippery! You were the one who can’t stop laughing during takes.”

Sebastian laughs. “True, true. But come on, we both know it was because you were so nervous about kissing me.” You notice him biting back.

You gasp in mock offense. “Excuse me, I was not nervous! I was just...distracted by how ridiculously good-looking you are. It’s hard to concentrate when you have that face right in front of you.” He smiles uncontrollably again, feeling defeated by your nonchalance. He wonders, how are you so good at this?

The interviewer laughs, clearly enjoying the banter. “So, who do you think had the hardest time keeping a straight face during those scenes?”

You both point at each other simultaneously, then laugh.

Sebastian leans back, shaking his head. “Definitely Y/N. There was this one scene where we were supposed to be having this deep, romantic conversation, and she just couldn’t stop giggling.”

You nudge him playfully. “Well, you weren’t helping with all your ad-libs! You kept whispering things like, ‘Is that your stomach growling or are you just happy to see me?’”

Sebastian laughs. “Hey, I was trying to lighten the mood! And let’s not forget the scene where we had to stare into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. I swear, Y/N, you blink more than anyone I know.”

You smirk. “Only because I was trying to avoid getting lost in those baby blues of yours.” At this point, Sebastian was laughing hard, but feeling nervous at your jokes. He secretly wished it were all real, his ears were red and hot. He’s already thinking of how to approach you after the interview and get himself out of the friend zone which he didn’t even thought he’d be in, having found a new interest in you. 

The interviewer looks between the two of you, amused. “It sounds like you both had a lot of fun with it. Do you think all that chemistry will translate to the screen?”

Sebastian nods. “Oh, definitely. I think our off-screen dynamic really helped make the on-screen relationship feel more genuine. Plus, Y/N here is an amazing actress. She made it easy.”

You smile, feeling a bit bashful. “Well, Sebastian’s not too bad himself. It’s hard not to enjoy working with someone who’s so talented and, let’s be honest, ridiculously attractive.” 

Here she goes again .Sebastian grins. “Right back at you. But let’s be real, we’re both just incredibly good-looking people trying to make a movie here.” The internet is gonna have a field day.

The interviewer laughs. “Sounds like a tough job! Any last funny or romantic moments you’d like to share?”

You think for a moment. “There was this one scene where we had to dance together. Neither of us are professional dancers, so there were a lot of missteps and toe-stepping. But it ended up being one of the sweetest scenes because it felt so real and unpolished.”

Sebastian nods. “Yeah, that was a great scene. It was supposed to be this perfectly choreographed dance, but it turned into us just goofing around and having fun. I think it really captured the essence of our characters' relationship.”

The interviewer smiles, clearly delighted by your stories. “Well, thank you both for sharing these wonderful moments. It’s been a pleasure talking with you.”

As you and Sebastian leave the interview room, you head towards the lobby where a few other cast members are mingling. The energy is still high from the fun and laughter of the interview. Sebastian nudges you playfully as you walk.

“Hey, remember in the interview when you called me incredibly good-looking and charismatic?” he teases, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You roll your eyes, grinning. “Oh, come on. Don’t let it go to your head, Stan.”

He chuckles. “Too late. I’m pretty sure I’m going to bring that up every chance I get now.”

“You would,” you laugh, shaking your head. “ It’s not like I was lying.”

Sebastian stops walking, turning to face you. “Well, thank you. And for the record, you’re pretty incredible yourself. Both on screen and off.”

You feel a warm blush creeping up your cheeks, putting a palm to your chest as if to continue the gag. “Thanks, Seb. That means a lot.”

He smiles, his eyes softening. “No, really, it’s been really great working with you. I think we make a pretty good team.”

“I think so too,” you agree, feeling a flutter in your stomach, you realize he’s actually serious now. There’s a moment of silence as you both just look at each other, the playful teasing from earlier now replaced with something more tender.

Sebastian breaks the silence first. “So, what do you say we celebrate wrapping up the promotion tour? Maybe dinner tonight?”

You raise an eyebrow, teasingly. “Is this your way of asking me out, Stan?”

He grins, a little sheepishly. “Maybe it is. What do you think?”

You pretend to think about it for a moment, then nod. “I think it sounds like a great idea.”

“Perfect,” he says, looking genuinely pleased. “I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Eight it is."

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[firelightmlpoc]

In regards to the current Pansear Doodles problem, I have this to say, & will continue to stand by this until further proof is presented:

Firstly, a statement of mine I’ve been saying for a bit now:

“So, is this account in the screenshots that is claimed to be Pansear actually 100% confirmed to be Pansear’s? The grammar pattern isn’t matching any other messages Pansear has posted in any other server I’ve seen them in, nor was the actual ACCOUNT actually shown besides the nickname & the pfp (Which is barely able to be considered solid proof, especially with the advent of server profiles allowing specific names & pfps for other servers on a whim) You can click an account to see the full account details, mutual servers, ect cetera & show that information WITH these screenshots real easily, so idk why that wasn’t done.

Fuck, it’s still really easy to fake Discord screenshots nowadays too. Is this 100% confirmed to be Pansear in the screenshots being posted?”

As of the time of writing this post, this STILL hasn’t been addressed, nor has any further proof been given. Furthermore, with regards to how Pansear responded to just the allegations themselves, I guarantee they didn’t try to defend themselves & keep their accounts up because of actual threats to their person.

Just look at what happened to their Tumblr handle LITERALLY, AT MOST, HOURS AFTER THEY TOOK THEIR ACCOUNT DOWN.

You all think that the horribly socially-anxious, anxiety-ridden person known as Pansear Doodles could handle that kind of harassment directly to themselves, much less WANT to? No wonder they didn’t even try to defend themselves.

Now, another user I was talking to about this mentioned a good point as well (Not going to give their name to avoid them getting harassed as well.) They said this in response to the screenshots:

“There is no solid proof the Feral Porn screenshot or the Self Harm screenshot are truly Pansear or Emily, but there is some weird oddities regarding the two that show "multiple members". Occasionally, you can see a blue blip peaking behind the censor that matches the color of the 0303Emily account in the FP screenshot exactly. More critically, all of the accounts in the screenshots that aren't "Pansear" have the time sent value uncensored, and they line up with eachother pixel for pixel. This means that if you wanted to fake this screenshot, it would be really easy, as you only need 2 accounts, or just one friend. Also Pansear mentioned how they blocked 0303Emily months ago, so them talking like nothing happened makes no sense. I find it VERY hard to believe the screenshots are real considering all the oddities, the story holes, ease of fakery, and the anonymous source of the information. Every one of these points isn't enough to prove that it is fake, but it certainly isn't enough to prove it's real, and them combined all point in the same direction...”

Now, today I hear that more crusading is occurring from these same people who made these claims about Pansear.

So, @iridescentipede & @azrielfiend . You got any actual PROOF, or is this all stemming from your prior incident with Pansear not immediately trusting you when you accused their friend with minimal proof before?

[magicalmutants]

Kiss Me !

♡ Summary: different kisses with the JJK men :)

♡ Includes: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Toji, Sukuna

♡ Warnings: AFAB!Reader, slight NSFW in some of them, swearing, making out, sexual themes and implications, MDNI!

♡ A/N: sooo Sukuna’s is my first tiptoe into a little bit of NSFW territory… idk if I fw it on not I can’t lie the whole time I was writing it I felt like that guidance counselor from 10 Things I Hate About You… I have so much newfound respect for creators who can write long steamy scenes without it getting repetitive or becoming awkwardly written omfd! Also, Choso and Sukuna girlies I know you’ve been waiting on seeing your men in my content, this one’s for you!

♡ A/N 2: this is the lil celebration piece I’ve been working on! Thank you all for supporting my work and chatting with me, you make me smile :) lmk if you’d like to see more stuff like this!

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S. Gojo

⭒ Satoru Gojo is full face kissing attacks. Kissing Satoru is being trapped underneath your boyfriend as he kisses all over you face just to make you giggle.

He sees through your fake annoyance, mirth glimmering in his eyes as you squeal and try to wriggle out from under him.

“Oh my gosh! Whats that?” You gasp and point at something over his shoulder.

“Huh—?” He smiles as he looks over his shoulder dramatically, going along with your little plan. He knows how this will end after all.

“HAH!” You use this distraction of break free and run into the living room, cackling and hiding behind the sofa as you try and catch your breath.

“Awww. You don’t want my love?” You hear him call from the bedroom, trying his best to sound dejected, even though hearing your giggles from the living room puts a smile on his face.

“That was an act of terrorism!” You call back.

You don’t hear a response from the bedroom. After a beat you call out, “hello?”

No response.

You peer up over the top of the sofa and try to look into the doorway to the bedroom. The bed looks empty, but where was your boyfriend?

“Boo,” a low voice next to your ear makes you shriek and dive over the top of the sofa.

“Toru!” You yell as you tumble from the sofa onto the floor, while your boyfriend doubles over in laughter.

“Hey! Don’t glare at me, you’re the one who decided to make a break for it,” he chuckles.

“Well—” but before you can get the sentence out, you’ve been scooped up from the floor and flown onto the bed again, finding yourself right back where you started.

You are once again pinned under Satoru as he peppers kisses all over your face and neck, coaxing peals of laughter and breathy giggles out of you as your squirm under him. He continues his barrage as he slowly gets closer and closer to your lips. The kiss to your lips lingers longer than the others. He pulls away slightly and looks into your eyes.

The laughter bubbling from your lips dies away as you catch your breath and look into those beautiful, blue eyes with a smile on your face. The eyes of the man you’re lucky enough to call the love of your life.

“What’s the matter, baby?” You murmur as he leans down to peck your lips quickly, his snow white hair brushing your forehead.

“Nothing,” he replies, a soft smile on his lips. “just like lookin at ya.”

“I love you,” you lean up and plant a gentle kiss on the corner of his smiling mouth.

“I love you,” he says.

A kiss to your forehead.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

A kiss to your chin.

“I love you,” he whispers.

A kiss to your lips.

K. Nanami

⭒ Kento Nanami is tired kisses, cuddling on the sofa after a long day of work. Your body held close to him, your head tucked neatly into the crook of his neck as you run your fingers over his chest, lulling him into the blissful, sleepy calm he only seems to find around you.

His arms cradle you. His left arm holds you close as his thumb rubs circles on the side of your hip, while his right hand strokes your cheek as he gazes adoringly down at you.

He leans down and plants a gentle kiss to your temple.

You look up into his smiling face. His eyes are tired, but the love they hold for you is unmistakable.

“Hi, Ken,” you whisper, giggling.

“Hi, my love,” he responds, feeling like the luckiest man in the world to have you there next to him, taking the weight of his life off his shoulders with just a quirk of your mouth.

You lie there for a while, the gentle hum of the fan is the only noise interrupting your blissful cocoon of perfect contentment with your husband.

“How was your day, darling?” Kenton’s voice is husky from exhaustion and the question is murmured sleepily as he tries not to doze off from the way your fingers are gliding over his chest and the way you nuzzle into his side.

“It was fine. Much better now,” you whisper to him.

Kento’s lips quirk upwards, even as his eyes begin to close again. “Why?” He questions as he bites back a smile.

“Because you’re here,” you giggle, planting a kiss on the corner of his smiling mouth.

“My god, you must have feelings for me or something,” the sleepy smile never leaves his mouth.

Tired Kento was the absolute death of you. Hair slightly disheveled, tie loosened around his neck and the top 3 buttons of his sinfully tight dress shirt undone. Tired eyes and gravel in his voice. Still gentle, still funny. He was so perfect.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” you laugh, even as he makes an amused noise.

“Well that’s a shame. I have a wife, you know,” Kento continues the gag.

“Oh do you now,” you play along, “Tell me about this wife of yours. She must be a very lucky woman.”

“Well, I’m the lucky one. You see, I’ve loved her since we were 14. She’s beautiful and funny and elegant, and somehow she decided to love me back,” Kento’s gaze is full of adoration as he looks down into your eyes.

“Hmm, I don’t blame her. Maybe she saw what a kind and handsome and witty gentleman you are,” you smile fondly back up at him.

“I’d be so lost without you, my love,” Kento sighs as he drifts off again, pulling you up onto his chest so you can be more comfortable as you doze.

“So would I,” you whispered back as you snuggle into him.

“You’re the love of my life, Y/N.”

“And you’re mine, Kento.”

S. Geto

⭒ Kissing Suguru Geto always feels harmless enough at the start. A gentle kiss to the back of your neck as you two stand in the kitchen, cooking dinner together. You’re leaned over the pan on the stove, stirring the contents to make sure they don’t burn. There’s a little furrow of concentration between your brows, and a little piece of hair curled at the nape of your neck that didn’t make it into your ponytail.

Every time Suguru walks behind you, he plants a little kiss to the back of your neck, right where the tiny curl of hair is. And every time he does this, your brows un-furrow and a little smile plays on your lips as you look over at him.

He meets your gaze with a smile of his own.

“Hi, Angel,”

“Hi, Sugu,”

He’d shoot you a wink, and then it’s back to work until he does it again.

“Hi, Angel,”

“Hi, Sugu,”

After the third time, you’re turning around to meet his lips with a peck of your own.

The fourth time, you nip at his bottom lip.

By the seventh time, your lower back is being pressing into the kitchen counter and your body is trapped between Suguru’s arms as he nibbles and kisses along your neck and jaw.

“Sugu, what about the pasta sauce,” you gasp as you drop your head back, fingers tangling into his soft hair.

“Fuck the sauce,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath making you shudder, before he kisses right under your lobe.

“Suguru… what if it sets off the fire alarm,” you protest weakly, your commitment to seeing the recipe to completion this time wavering.

Without missing a beat (or turning to look) Suguru reaches out, grips the handle of the saucepan and unceremoniously tosses it into the sink with a ‘clang’ and a ‘hiss’ when the hot pan comes into contact with the cold water in the sink.

“Fuck the fire alarm,” you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You wrap your legs around his torso as he sits you on the counter top and begins kissing you again.

“Ugh. You always do this,” you smile as you roll your eyes, unable to hide your giggles.

“Yeah, yeah waste of food, but I never hear you complaining afterwards, Princess,” his eyes gleam as he looks into yours, pretending to search your face for protest he knows he won’t find.

You roll your eyes again as you pull his face towards your own.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirks as your lips meet his.

C. Kamo

Choso is slow, lazy kisses as you both gradually wake up to start your days. Choso always wakes up first, just to admire the peaceful look on your beautiful face. He smiles as he listens to the gentle rise and fall of your breathing as you continue to sleep, completely unaware of the enamored man lying next to you.

Choso gently brushes a stray strand of hair off your forehead, causing you to stir, before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes slowly flutter open at the contact and you squint slightly at the sunlight streaming into your room.

“Morning, Cho,” you shoot him a sleepy smile as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers back, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes, you don’t have to ask,” you giggle as you lean forward and place a lingering kiss to his lips.

“I’ll never get tired of doing that,” he breathes, looking blissfully happy.

“And I’ll never get tired of the look on your face after you do it,” you tease.

“Can you blame me?” He sounds incredulous, “how many people do you think would kill to wake up next to the most beautiful woman in the world every day?”

“Cheap flattery will get youuu…” you draw out the last syllable as you pretend to think, “everywhere,” you decide with a grin, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him again.

“Well there’s way more where that came from, you make it easy to compliment you, you’re so perfect,” he smiles, pink dusting his cheeks form the kiss. Even after all this time, his reaction is the same as the first. It fills your heart with warmth.

“And you’re the cutest,” you giggle, as your stomach flutters from the intensity of his gaze.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this either,” you whisper as he pulls you close and gives the top of your head a kiss, before tucking it under his chin. You’re enveloped in him. His arms, his scent, the feeling of him. Choso. The love of your life. And as you lie there, you pray for this moment to last forever. Just you, Choso, and the glimmers of the morning sun, forever.

“I’m so happy I found you,” he breathes.

“I lov—”

“Yo! Choso? Y/N? You guys awake?” Comes the deadpan voice from the other side of the bedroom door.

“What’s the matter, Megumi?” You call out, even as Choso groans.

“Nobara and Yuji wanted to make breakfast for everyone and set the pancake batter on fire. Just thought I should tell you,” he calls back, his words getting fainter as he goes back down the hall.

“Guess that’s our wake up call,” you mutter as you move to get up.

“Let’s hope they don’t— hey!” You’re pulled back into Choso’s arms.

“Five more minutes?” his voice is muffled, his face being pressed into your back, “it’s fine if they burn the house down, it’s the school’s property anyway,”

You laugh as you manage to turn in his arms, “five more minutes,” you say, your lips finding his again.

T. Fushiguro

⭒ Toji Fushiguro is kisses against the back of your shoulder as you lean back against his broad chest, the water of the bath and the warmth from your body helping to seep away all the tension in his muscles after a brutal day of jobs.

“Ahhhh,” he sighs as he kisses your bare shoulder before leaning back and closing his eyes, “this is exactly what I needed. Good call, baby,”

You hum in agreement as you lean back further and cozy up to his chest, the warm water lapping around you.

Toji’s muscular arms are draped along the rim of the tub as you soak in silence for a few minutes.

“Do you have to go into work tomorrow?” You question as your finger traces from his bicep to his wrist.

“Nah, fuck that,” he replies, cracking an eye open to watch your hand.

“Hmm that’s good,” you reply absently as you bring his knuckles to your lips and place a soft kiss to them.

“What’re you doing?” He smiles.

“Kissing your hand,” you reply lightly.

“Yeah I can see that, but why?” His soft smile changes to a cocky smirk when you turn to peer up at him.

“Because I love your hands. And I love you,” you state simply, still looking at him.

Toji wonders if you know how easily you manage to turn him into mush. He tries so hard to be cocky and nonchalant, especially around you, but you always manage to cut right through that and turn him into a mess.

“Yeah, well. Love you too, doll,” he kisses the top of your head so he can avoid your gaze and hide his, no doubt burning, cheeks.

You hum as your lips ghost feather soft kisses over the back of Toji’s hand.

Toji suppresses a shudder and feels his dick twitch. He knows you definitely felt it too.

“Knock it off, baby,” he grunts as he moves his hand away from your mouth.

“Why?” You quirk an eyebrow, turning to look up at him again.

“Because,” he sighs, “as much as I want to, I really don’t have the energy to fuck you tonight and if you keep kissing me like that, I’m gonna have to”

“Okay,” you say simply, dropping your hand into the water.

After a minute, Toji feels the ghost of your fingers trailing up his leg.

“You stay just as you are, okay, babe?” You begin to shift in the tub, “I’m gonna take good care of you,” you whisper as a you place a light kiss against the side of his head.

“God, I love you,” Toji’s hand rises to the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.

“I love you too, Toji,” you smile as your hands begin to work.

R. Sukuna

Ryomen Sukuna is hungry kisses filled with teeth and tongue and three sweet, little words you both know aren’t true.

“Fuck, I love you,” you gasp as his lips follow a pathway across your breasts that only he can see, kissing and sucking along their way.

“You don’t mean that,” he says absently, not bothering to stop his ministrations or look up at you.

“No, I don’t,” you agree, hands tugging at his hair.

“Say it again,” he says, before swirling his tongue over your hard nipple.

“Fuuck,” you whine, “I fucking love you.”

“Good girl, baby,” there’s a wicked glint in his eyes as he comes up towards your face and crashes his lips into yours.

The kiss is messy and hot. A clash of tongues and teeth as you both fight to assert dominance. At long last, need for air breaks you apart and you pant, catching your breath.

Sukuna wastes no time and begins attacking your neck with the fervor of a starving man, while you gasp and take in shuddering breaths above him.

“You know it’s funny,” he says, working on your neck as his hands roam your body.

“What is?” You breathe.

“Nah, just after last time,” he pauses to leave a particularly brutal mark on your collarbone, “you said it was the last time we did this, and the time before that you said that was the last time,”

“Uh-huh,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“So what I’m wondering, baby,” you can hear the mirth in his voice as he teases you, “why do you keep coming back?”

“This— this is the last time,” you manage.

“How come?”

“Because you’re an asshole,” you moan as his mouth begins to travel lower.

“Say it’s because you love me,” he demands, withdrawing from your body.

“It’s because I love you, Ryo,” you whine, your eyes snapping open, hands reaching out to bring his lips back to yours.

“Fuck,” Sukuna would never admit how hard it makes him when he hears you say that nickname like that.

The kisses become messier and more fervent as Sukuna tries to make you suffer a little bit longer for trying to go no contact with him again.

Finally, he caves and fucks you. Between gasps and moans and the sounds of skin meeting skin, three little lies spill from his lips again and again. Words you’ll both take back in a couple of hours. Words you’ll both cry out again next week.

[momospetdog]

Impressions and Flirtations

Minatozaki Sana x F!Reader

warnings: fluff, author doesnt know how to end

a/n: this kinda bad.. idk..

The café buzzed with quiet conversation as you, Sana, and Momo sat together at your usual table. Momo had suggested a casual meet-up to catch up, but you hadn’t expected to see Sana there as well. While you were familiar with each other, the two of you rarely interacted directly, and that unfamiliarity had created an awkward tension that neither of you quite knew how to navigate.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, glancing over at Momo, who was animatedly chatting about some recent events. Sana sat across from you, her attention occasionally flickering to you between sips of her iced coffee. Though the three of you had mutual friends, these moments with just Sana always felt… complicated.

The awkwardness was made even more palpable when Momo suddenly stood up, her eyes darting toward the back of the café. “I’ll be right back, just need to use the restroom,” she said casually, giving both you and Sana a quick smile before walking away.

You froze.

Momo’s absence left you and Sana sitting alone, an awkward silence settling between you like a thick fog. You kept your gaze fixed on your coffee cup, trying not to make the situation more uncomfortable than it already was.

Sana, on the other hand, seemed determined to break the silence. She shifted in her seat, her eyes landing on you with a curious, somewhat hesitant look.

“So…” she started, her voice soft but carrying a note of playful awkwardness. “We don’t really get to hang out one-on-one, do we?”

You glanced up, feeling a mix of surprise and nervousness. “Yeah, I guess not,” you mumbled, trying to keep your voice steady. “We mostly see each other through Momo”

Sana smiled, a bit more confidently now. “Mhm, I’ve noticed. It’s funny because we have so many mutual friends, but we never really talk”

You nodded, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. “Yeah, it’s kind of weird now that you mention it��

Sana chuckled softly, and for a brief moment, the tension seemed to lift. Her laughter was light, easy, and contagious, and it helped ease some of the awkwardness you’d been feeling.

“I’ve always wanted to get to know you better,” Sana said, her tone more sincere now. She looked at you with genuine curiosity, her eyes lingering on yours a bit longer than expected. “You seem really cool and you’re really pretty too”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Sana’s compliment. Her tone was light, casual even, but there was something in the way her eyes lingered on you that sent a wave of warmth rushing through you. You weren’t used to this side of her—sure, Sana was known to be playful and charming with her friends, but this felt different. This felt… personal.

“Thanks,” you managed to say, trying to sound composed despite the flutter in your chest. You looked down at your coffee, feeling the heat creep up your neck, and added with a nervous laugh, “You’re not so bad yourself”

Sana’s smile widened at your response, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Not so bad, huh? I’ll take that,” she teased, her voice dropping into a softer, more intimate tone. She leaned forward just slightly, resting her chin on her hand as if she were studying you.

There was a playful lightness to her movements, but her gaze held a certain intensity. It was as if she could sense your unease and was enjoying every second of making you squirm just a little bit. The tension between you shifted from awkward to charged, the atmosphere crackling with an energy you hadn’t expected.

“So,” she continued, her fingers idly playing with the straw in her drink, “I’ve been curious about something” Her eyes never left yours, the corner of her lips quirking into a small, knowing smile. “Why do you always seem so nervous around me?”

Your heart skipped a beat at her directness, and you struggled to find your words. “Nervous? I-I’m not nervous”

Sana chuckled, her laughter soft and teasing. “Oh really? Because every time we’re in the same room, you can barely look at me” She tilted her head, her voice becoming more serious, yet still playful. “Is it because I intimidate you? Or maybe... there’s something else going on?”

You felt a rush of embarrassment, but there was no denying the truth in her words. You had always been a little on edge around Sana—not because she intimidated you, but because you found her so effortlessly charming, and you didn’t quite know how to handle that.

“Well…” you started, searching for the right thing to say, but Sana didn’t give you a chance to finish. She leaned in a little closer, her smile now fully flirtatious, the air between you thick with unspoken tension.

“I think I might know what it is,” Sana said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto yours. “You like me, don’t you?”

The directness of her question knocked the wind out of you. Your mind raced, trying to process her words, but all you could do was sit there, wide-eyed, unsure of how to respond. Sana was still watching you intently, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“Relax,” she said with a soft laugh, pulling back slightly but still holding your gaze. “I’m just teasing a little”

You swallowed hard, finally managing to regain some composure. “You’re way too good at that”

Sana grinned, her smile warm and teasing. “Only because it’s fun with you”

The playfulness in her tone was disarming, but there was something deeper behind it, something you couldn’t quite place. Her flirtation wasn’t just for show—it felt intentional, directed specifically at you. The realization made your heart race even more.

Before you could dwell too much on the weight of her words, Momo reappeared at the table, oblivious to the shift in atmosphere that had taken place while she was gone.

“Miss anything good?” Momo asked, sliding back into her seat with a bright smile.

Sana leaned back in her chair, her demeanor instantly more casual as she smiled at Momo. “Not much. Just getting to know Y/N a little better”

Momo raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing that something had happened while she was gone. “Oh really? Well, I’m glad to hear it. You two never seem to talk much”

You forced a smile, your mind still reeling from the conversation with Sana. The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blur of light conversation and laughter, but your thoughts kept drifting back to that moment—the way Sana had looked at you, the teasing warmth in her voice, and the undeniable spark that had flickered between you.

After a few more rounds of casual conversation, Momo glanced down at her phone, her expression shifting to mild urgency. “I have to head somewhere else,” she announced, standing up from the table. She gave both you and Sana a quick smile, clearly oblivious to the shift in dynamic that had occurred earlier.

Sana, ever composed, flashed Momo a quick grin. “No worries, Momoring. We’ll catch up soon”

As Momo waved goodbye and headed out, you found yourself alone with Sana once again. There was a brief, awkward silence before Sana stood up and motioned toward the door, her smile playful. “Guess it’s just us now. Wanna take a walk around the mall for a bit?”

You nodded, still feeling the lingering effects of her earlier flirtation. “Sure, sounds good”

The two of you wandered through the bustling mall, the bright lights and constant hum of activity providing a backdrop to your quiet conversations. But it wasn’t long before Sana’s playful nature kicked in again. She walked a little closer than usual, her shoulder brushing against yours, her eyes constantly darting toward you with that same mischievous glint.

“Y/N,” she began, nudging you lightly with her elbow. “How come we’ve never hung out before, just the two of us? It’s not like Momo has to be our chaperone all the time”

You laughed nervously, trying to shrug off the tension. “I-I don’t know. I guess we’ve just never really had the chance”

Sana smirked, clearly enjoying the way you stumbled over your words. “Well, we’re fixing that now, aren’t we?” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping just a bit. “I’m glad we’re getting to know each other better. You’re more fun than I thought”

Her words sent a rush of warmth through you, and you found yourself wondering if Sana’s flirty behavior was just part of her usual charm, or if there was something more behind it—something directed specifically at you.

As you continued to walk through the mall, the conversation flowed naturally, dipping between light-hearted topics and shared stories about mutual friends. The easy rhythm of it all surprised you—given how awkward things had been earlier, you hadn’t expected to feel this comfortable around Sana so soon.

But there was a new element now, something beneath the surface that was making your heart race. Every now and then, Sana would throw in a subtle compliment or a teasing remark, her words carefully chosen to make you flustered.

“You have a pretty smile, you know,” she said suddenly, her voice casual but with a warmth that made you glance over at her in surprise. “I’ve noticed it before. You should smile more often”

You felt your cheeks warm at the compliment and smiled softly. “Thank you..”

Sana said with a grin, her eyes sparkling. “See!! It suits you!! It’s kinda hard not to stare when you do”

Her words hit you harder than you’d expected, and your heart fluttered in response. You quickly glanced away, hoping she hadn’t noticed how much her comment had affected you. “You’re just saying that”

Sana chuckled softly, nudging you with her elbow as you walked. “What? I’m serious! You’re cute when you’re shy. It makes me want to tease you even more”

You shook your head, trying to hide your smile. “You’re impossible”

Sana leaned in slightly, her shoulder brushing against yours. “Impossible, huh? I’ll take that as a compliment”

Before you could respond, she brushed her fingers lightly against your arm as she gestured toward a store window, her touch sending a tingle up your skin. “Oh, look at that,” she said, her voice a mix of amusement and curiosity. “I could totally see you in something like that”

You followed her gaze, noticing a simple but stylish outfit on display in the window. “Really? I don’t know… I don’t think I could pull that off”

Sana shook her head, her tone playful but sincere. “You could pull off anything. Trust me. You just don’t give yourself enough credit”

You felt your heart skip a beat again, and you quickly tried to steer the conversation away from yourself. “You’re one to talk. You always look amazing, and you know it”

Sana raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh? Are you saying you’ve been checking me out?”

You opened your mouth to deny it, but the teasing glint in her eyes made you pause. Instead, you stammered, “I-I mean, it’s kind of hard not to notice. You have good fashion sense”

Sana laughed softly, clearly enjoying your reaction. “I’m flattered. But you don’t have to be shy about it. I’ve noticed you too”

Your pulse quickened at her words, and you glanced at her in surprise. “You have?”

Sana nodded, her smile softening slightly. “Yeah. I’ve noticed you for a while now. It’s just we never really got the chance to talk until today”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just nodded, feeling the weight of her gaze on you. The atmosphere between you shifted slightly, the playfulness still there but now tinged with something more serious.

Before you could dwell on it for too long, Sana broke the tension with another teasing remark. “You know, I kind of like making you blush,” she said, her tone light but carrying a deeper undercurrent. “It’s cute”

You let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “I’m not blushing”

Sana grinned, clearly enjoying your denial. “Oh, yes you are. And it’s adorable”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re really laying it on thick today, aren’t you?”

Sana shrugged, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “What can I say? I enjoy keeping you on your toes”

The two of you continued to walk, the conversation slipping back into more casual territory, but the flirtation between you remained. Sana’s fingers would occasionally brush against yours, her compliments always just on the edge of playful and sincere, leaving you wondering if there was more behind her words than just teasing.

As the two of you walked toward the exit of the mall, the sky outside was beginning to darken, and the soft glow of streetlights flickered on, casting a golden hue over the pavement. The conversation between you and Sana had begun to settle into a comfortable rhythm, though the air still crackled with the tension of everything unsaid. You both paused near the parking lot entrance, and for a moment, you considered calling it a night and heading home.

But before you could say anything, Sana glanced over at you with that familiar, teasing smile. “Y/N,” she began, her voice smooth and casual, “are you heading somewhere else after this? Or are you just heading home?”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her question. “Just heading home”

Sana raised an eyebrow, her smile widening just a bit. “Well, where do you live? Maybe I could drop you off. It’s getting late, and I wouldn’t want a pretty girl like you walking home alone”

Your heart skipped a beat at the offer, and for a brief moment, you wondered if this was just another instance of Sana being her usual flirty self—or if there was something more to it. You hesitated for a second, then decided to answer honestly.

“I live in an apartment not too far from here,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “Actually, it’s near where Momo lives. Around the same neighborhood”

Sana’s smile grew even wider, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and amusement. “Oh, really? That’s perfect then. I live close to Momo too. I’ll drop you off. Come on”

Before you could protest, Sana grabbed your hand softly and had already started walking toward her car. You felt a strange mix of nerves and anticipation bubbling up inside you, wondering what this ride home would entail.

Once you both got into the car, you instinctively reached for your seatbelt but fumbled with the strap, your nerves still a little jittery from the lingering tension of the day. Sana, already buckled in and ready to go, noticed your struggle and shot you a teasing smile.

“Need some help?” she asked, her tone light but with that familiar playful edge.

You laughed nervously, still trying to get a grip on the seatbelt. “I’m fine, just-”

Before you could finish, Sana removed her belt and leaned over, her hand gently brushing yours aside. “Let me,” she said softly, her voice dipping into a more intimate tone. Without waiting for your response, she reached across you, grabbing the seatbelt and pulling it toward the buckle.

Your breath hitched at how close she suddenly was, her face inches from yours as she leaned in. You could feel the warmth of her body and smell the faint scent of her perfume—something soft and sweet that made your heart race even faster. Sana’s eyes briefly flickered to yours, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile as she clicked the seatbelt into place. But instead of pulling back right away, she lingered for a moment longer than necessary, her face still so close to yours that you could feel her breath against your skin.

“There,” she whispered, her voice soft and teasing. “All set”

Your heart was practically pounding out of your chest, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The air between you felt thick with anticipation, and you couldn’t help but notice the way her gaze dropped to your lips for the briefest of moments before returning to your eyes.

“Thanks,” you managed to say, though your voice came out quieter than intended, almost breathless.

Sana’s smile widened, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. “You’re welcome,” she replied.

As she sat back, her eyes met yours, and for a fleeting moment, the air between you felt electric. You could see the desire in her gaze, and your heart raced even faster. The innocent act of buckling a seatbelt had suddenly taken on a whole new meaning.

You couldn’t help but return her smile, the heat in your loins growing with each passing second. Sana’s veiny hand rested on the gear shift, and as she put the car into drive.

The ride had left you with a buzz of excitement and a sense of possibility. Sana’s flirtatiousness and genuine interest had made the evening unforgettable, and you couldn’t help but look forward to what might come next.

[zethwritesss]

‘good morning babe’; a morning with your girlfriend, ellie; a very fluffy drabble/fic thingy

warnings: cursing, FLUFF!!! (idk why this is there oh well), established relationship, cuddles, mention of nsfw content.

synopsis: ellie helps get you up in the morning (+ some cuddles)

a/n: dedicated to y’all who hate mornings, figured i’d write this because i’ve been thinking abt it non stop- also i hope that the audio helps this little fic come to life a bit more!! i’ve done the audio to be read alongside the fic, or it can be just as a stand alone thing. ALSO reader is gender neutral!!

word count: 0.8 k

you heard your curtains get thrown to the side, allowing the way-too-bright sunlight to stream into your room. you decided to shove your face into some pillows and groaned.

you felt a hand lightly rub circles on your back. it took a few seconds for your senses to kick in. and fully register what’s going on around you.

you were lying on your stomach, your girlfriend sat down on your bedside.

“good morning babe-”

“elsss- ‘s too earlyyy…” you groaned, voice raspy, barely understandable as you had shoved your face into some pillows.

“i know i know… i’m not a morning person either so i get it. you were up pretty late last night huh?” ellie said, still rubbing your back.

you nod your head in response. you were indeed up late last night, sometime in-between 3-4 am. you didn’t even register ellie coming into your room, opening your curtains and sitting at your bedside.

”mhm wannagobacktobeddd” you mumbled incomprehensibly.

“hmm? what on earth did you just say?” ellie chuckled at your statement. you groaned in frustration, it was too early for you to deal with ellie’s shenanigans.

“can i have twenty more minutes of my fucking beauty sleep?”

“oh! now that gets the point across. i say ten more minutes.” ellie said, hoping you’d take her offer of an extra ten more minutes of rest.

“ten? els it’s too early for your shit. ” you protest.

“ten.” ellie said remaining firm on her stance.

“twenty.”

“what about fifteen? and i’ll join you-”

‘thank fucking god finally a viable option’ you thought to yourself.

“fine.” you grumbled.

“then move over so i have some room.”

ellie chuckled.

“but- im soooo comfyyy-“

“babe.”

“ellieee.” you cooed, your were extremely comfy in your bed, buried in your sage coloured duvet.

“well i’m making room for myself since someone‘s too stubborn to do it themselves!”

ellie shoved you over a little bit and climbed into bed, lying on her side, making sure she was able to see her sleepy partner. you were now face to face with her.

“hi!” ellie said with a slight smile.

“hi!” you reply, making eye contact with your beloved els. her sparkling green eyes, and freckled face mesmerizing you.

“how was your sleep?” she asks you, as you feel her hand come up to stroke your cheek. your felt your cheeks turn warm in response to her gesture.

“was good, needed more though.”

“don’t stay up too late then…”

ellie had a point, your sleep schedule had been all over the place.

“ellieee i know you are noooo better than me…”

ellie looked down at your statement, ashamed that you called her out.

“okay okay… yeah i think we both need to sort our sleep schedules out…”

you nod in response. you loved mornings with your girlfriend, she made them a lot more tolerable than before. ellie did have a point though!

“anddd how was yours?” you ask her.

“mine was good, glad to hear yours was good too! soo what were you up to so late?” ellie asked you.

“i just couldn’t fall asleep, your sleep talking didn’t help me… it was almost sleep yelling!” you say, giggling to yourself as you remember what ellie said in her sleep.

“well, what was i sleep talking about?”

“it was something about a horse, i think you were riding it, you kept telling it to giddy up”

ellie chuckled in response to you telling her about her sleep talking shenanigans.

“i do remember dreaming about being a cowboy- that’s probably it! didn’t think i’d be sleep talking though!”

“on this topic of riding, when can i ride you?”

you smirked, you liked to mess around with ellie. it was fun making her flustered and speechless.

“i- i- wow- wasn’t expecting that one at 11:32 in the morning… maybe later tonight-” ellie said, biting her bottom lip as her face went bright red at your comment.

“yeehaw!” you exclaim with a smirk on your face.

“up you get now-“

“but… ellie it hasn’t-”

“nuh uh- no buts. come on babe…” ellie tutted, with a grin on her face.

“whatcha-” you ask, followed by a squeal as ellie hits you with a pillow. then she quickly hops out of the bed, in case you were to retaliate.

“OKAY- OKAY. I’M UP!” you exclaim, sitting up on your bed.

“there we go- okay so now that you’re up i’ll leave you be. if you’re ready in fifteen, breakfast is on me!” ellie teased, before heading out of your bedroom.

you used to hate mornings, they were slow and draining at times. but with ellie they’re much more manageable, minus ellie’s tactics with a pillow.

“ALSO I’LL GET YOU BACK FOR HITTING ME WITH A PILLOW” you yell at your girlfriend, whose light chuckles could be heard from down the hall.

taglist: @elliessknife @little-star-bun @no-nameno-face @anchoeritic @solaceocean @winfleurs

[unreleasedwrites]

Love your writing!!! Could I request a fluff scenario with jake kim? Thank uu💕💕

Baking Shenanigans

“F’me?”

summary: You and your boyfriend are spending the weekend at your place. When you two were suddenly craving for something sweet, so you guys make the choice to try baking a strawberry shortcake using a highly reviewed recipe you guys found on the internet. Surprisingly, it went as you two hoped and tasted delicious.

character(s) included: Jake Kim x fem!reader

cw: fluff, cheesy pickup lines, teasing, flirting, idk much abt baking I just googled a recipe and the storyline follows the steps, jake is tall therefore you guys have a height difference, mentions of knives but its just for slicing strawberries, blushing/getting flustered, jake and reader are in an established and healthy relationship, nicknames or petnames like babe, kissing, waist holding, sLIGHTly just SLIGHTly suggestive at the end but not really so dw, there may be a few typos or grammatical errors so mb about that i didnt read too thoroughly

unwrapped on: Wednesday Morning, December 20 2023

wrapped up on: Wednesday Night, December 20 2023

published on: Thursday Noon, December 21 2023 (at around 12 PM)

“While you’re cutting up the strawberries, I’ll go ahead and preheat the oven!” You stated. “Oh- And I’ll also get our ingredients for the dough and some other materials we’ll need.” You added.

“Got it, shortcake.” Jake replied.

“Hey.. Just because were baking a strawberry shortcake, it doesn’t mean you should take the opportunity to give me a new nickname!”

He laughed in response as he swiftly sliced the fresh strawberries.

“You’re a natural in using knives, I thought you were more of a close combat kinda guy.” You mesmerized his hands slicing through each strawberry smoothly, glancing at the tattoos that trailed his arms.

“Well- I am, and I never really use knives. I rarely cook and it’s not my style to just stab my way through a serious match.” He shrugged.

You went ahead and got the different materials you guys needed to make the strawberry shortcake. You then took a stroll through the kitchen, from cabinet to fridge, to collect the various ingredients you’d be using according to the recipe you guys are following.

“Alright-y! I’ve got everything we were missing.”

“You’re the only one i’m ever missing,” he said as he turned towards your flustered face.

“Oh shut up, I’m right here. I always have been, and I always will be.” You replied as you got on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek then added, “Look at how the tables have turned.. You’re the one who’s fluster-” You added before he cut you off and kissed you on your lips for a good 5 or so seconds, which made you even more flustered than you already were beforehand.

“Well would you look at that! Little miss’ no longer flustered has her cheeks as red as these strawberries,” He teased as he brought one down to your lips and fed you it. “Hmph,” was all you said in return because you knew you wouldn’t be able to top that. Which in the end, only made him chuckle.

You guys started to open the ingredients and put what’s required in the bowl you put out for the dough. Once you guys finished doing so, you mixed the dough mixture and proceeded to knead it for about a minute— which your boyfriend was the one to do so since he’s really strong anyway and wouldn’t struggle one bit. After lightly coating it in some flour, he rolled the dough into the specific thickness that was instructed and stated on the said recipe.

“Now that we’ve finished rolling the dough, we now need the biscuit cutter!” You said joyfully as you looked up at your boyfriend.

“Right! I’ll go get that for us.” He paused as he opened your cabinet with all of your tools for baking and cooking. “..What exactly does that look like..?” He added.

You laughed and walked to his side to assist, “It’s that one, silly.”

“I knew that! ..Obviously, I just wanted to see if you did too.” He laughed and so did you.

Once you guys had cut your dough into two thick circles, you went on to quickly melt some butter while your boyfriend was lining up a baking sheet for your guys’ tray. After only a few seconds, you took the butter out and greased up the baking sheet using your good ol’ brush. Once Jake placed the dough onto the tray with the greased up baking sheet, you brushed them up with some of the remaining melted butter in your bowl.

“I think its time!” You announced.

“..For you to give me a kiss?” He teased.

“Uh-uh babe. My lips are locked, but maybe later— If you can crack the code, that is. But for now, lets place these in the oven for about 12 minutes.”

“Awh,” he pouted and gave you his best puppy eyed look (although he doesnt even have to try), “Cmonn~ I promise I’ll control myself and I wont smother you in kisses like last week, pretty please” He pleaded, “with a lil’ strawberry on top?”

“Hmm..”

“Pleaseeee”

“Alright Alright!” You finally gave in as you put the tray into the oven, right after you set it to the instructed temperature and time.

Before you could even give him the go, he already grabbed onto your waist, clinging onto your body like a koala with its favorite tree. He started planting kisses all over your head and neck, down to your collarbone and shoulders— which were out in the open since you were wearing a very loose off shoulder top along with shorts.

“Babe-! You promised you’d control yourself!” You tried to speak out, but it was slightly muffled since he was too busy kissing you all over, especially in places he knew you were ticklish in— which caused you to keep laughing, ultimately forgetting you were trying to stop him in the first place from getting away with his little acts.

Twelve minutes finally passed by and you two heard a ding, signaling it was ready. So you guys made your way to the kitchen and you took out some mittens and grabbed the tray from the oven.

“Ta-da! They aren’t raw and they aren’t burnt at all! Its perfect!”

“I never doubted us for a second!” Jake spoke sarcastically.

“Well when you say it like that, I dont believe you one bit..”

“All we need now is the cream, I’ll place everything in the bowl and I’ll also mix it, could you prepare the strawberries and grab a plate with utensils so we could plate it right after?” Your boyfriend said as he looked at you with his wholesome smile you can’t get enough of.

“Will do!”

So then Jake got the remaining ingredients for the cream and made the mixture altogether, while you got the plate and a fork right after you prepared the strawberries your boyfriend was slicing earlier.

“I’ve got the spatula (for baking) here, so let’s place the cream.”

“While you do that, I’ll place the strawberries in the lathered cream,” you replied.

After finishing up the cream with strawberries on the second layer, which is also the last, you topped it off with some tiny bits of strawberries while you snacked on the remaining ones.

“We’ve finally finished!”

Jake grabbed a knife from the utensils drawer and took the fork you placed on the counter beforehand, he then sliced through the cake. “Say Ahhh~” Your boyfriend said as he lifted it up towards your lips.

“Ahhh” You opened your mouth and your boyfriend fed you the slice of cake, “How is it, babe?” He asked as you chewed your food.

You nodded in approval in a positive look, and once you finished the food in your mouth— you replied, “It’s the perfect amount of sweet! It’s not overly sweet but it isn’t missing any flavor either, here- you try!” You sliced through the cake and placed it on the fork you two were sharing, “Say Ahhh~”

“F’me?” Your boyfriend said with a hint of rasp in his voice,

“Yes sir~” You replied and brought the fork up to his lips.

“Ahhh~” Your boyfriend opened his mouth after he chuckled in amusement from watching your precious reaction to cake.

Your boyfriend smiled in approval and gave you a thumbs up. You then took some of the icing/cream on top using the fork and ate it. You hummed and your boyfriend said, “You’ve got a lil something, babe.” You turned up and looked at him with a confused look and mumbled a little “Hm?” in response.

“Here let me get that for you,” He then grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, all the while you still had a bunch of the icing in your mouth, which he started to help you with. You got insanely flustered, again. Despite this being such a regular occurrence, you’re always so flustered whenever it happens.

“So did I even have a little something? Or was that just my jake’s little excuse?”

“Believe it or not, you actually did have some icing on the side of your lips, which I cleaned up! So, your welcome~” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.” You scoffed.

“How about we go watch a movie, What do you say? Your boyfriend suggested.

“What movie?”

“How about this romantic movie I heard about last week?”

“Of course its romance again, huh?” You scoffed sarcastically.

“What can I say? I am a sucker for romance after all.”

notes: I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG AND I AM SO SORRY😭 Its not like I just forgot about what I was doing here, I just got really busy with school and all the exams and everything.. I’m so sorry for disappearing out of the blue, but I have been going back and fourth in the works in my drafts, because I have been trying to finish some one’s request but it just keeps going NOWHERE. and I have literally restarted twice when I was already halfway because I really wasn’t happy with how it was going and i am struggling to get it done 💀 I hope this is good and since the pattern of my posts are fic-drabble-fic-drabble-fic-drabble/answering an ask-and this fic, I will be start working on a drabble of multiple lookism characters, im not yet sure what scenario I’ll be doing but yeah.. and to the anon who made the request about Gun, im really trying to work on it im so sorry its been almost 3 months.. 😭😭 ALSO, TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS, im sorry it took so long as well and since you just said a fluff scenario, I figured i’d go ahead with my idea to make my post about baking shenanigans a series, so yall can request a character for that

- With or without proper credits, please don't try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad for all of you that likes Jake or lookism, and I'll be doing more characters in lookism 🫶🫶

[tinybed]

srry 4 longpost:

wow i actually started crying with gratitude because i was writing down the things that my job has helped me get better at, even without intending to get better. i said this already recently on twitter but its really helped me to get better at socializing, and that’s such a huge thing to me… but it almost seems like there’s layers to it, like stages to my advancement in that area that im able to look back on and say wow i really have grown tremendously (i guess that’s why it made me cry), for example i feel i’ve even gone past the ability to make decent small talk, and now my mind is capable of being so actively engaged that im actually able to learn so much more about the people around me just by talking to them and prompting their responses. idk that’s just so valuable to me because for so long ive felt very distant from others, unable to bridge the gaps between us, so i feel really happy about this :)))

what got me to realize this^ was comparing conversations i had with this chef who smokes cigarettes outside by some of the kiosks i work at (i haven’t been at them in a while so hadn’t seen him) and i was actually so surprised to notice the difference in my ability to communicate effectively…

i also have honed some other skills without trying like time management, organizational skills, etc. and stuff like that has helped me to build my confidence a lot. oh and another unintended benefit has been becoming closer to my co-workers, who i don’t really even work alongside but just the way we all help each other and get to laugh and joke around when we do see each other has been so nice. i’ve even been talking to more and more of the park employees and just learning more about them (that makes me happy because i find i get very curious about people who i see all the time but don’t have a “reason” to be talking to)

so anyway, yeah i was feeling a bit down because i’ve been spending so much time at work and i haven’t really been structuring my down time in the best way, thats why i started writing this stuff down and realized how much i have improved in certain areas.

[celestie0]

Idk if this is weird to ask but can you tell more about your situationship?😭 I’m curious since it inspired the story idkkk

nooo not weird at all haha, i had plans to share more ab it once i was done w kickoff but i dont really mind sharing a bit now (will literally always take up any chance to talk ab it it’s an impulse i cannot resist)

basically i met this guy like halfway through my freshman year of college at a frat event, it was a bit different from kickoff dynamic in that we started hooking up pretty soon after that, just a casual thing, but then the pandemic hit and so he went back home to live w his grandpa/family in new york (i live in cali) once campus shut down and stuff. obviously we couldn’t hook up anymore LMFAO but we still talked a lot and i think it was during this time of just talking to one another that i really started to catch massive feelings for him :”)

i went through some bad anxiety during covid, struggling a lot w my career and if i still wanted to pursue the things i thought i wanted (i think a lot of college students went through this w the pandooski) but he would always be there for me and would stay on facetime calls w me if i was struggling to study, he’d cheer me up w pics of his tibetan dogs lol, just reallyyy sweet ugh when we were long distance i rly saw a side of him i didn’t before and i think that’s what made me fall for him

i confessed to him first, similar to reader in kickoff, n told him we could do long distance until he moved back here. but then he hit me with the “i’m sorry, i can’t date you, i’ve got commitment issues”. in his case, he had a long-term girlfriend in high school for four years who he also was dating into college (before he met me), but he found out she had been cheating on him for a long time w not just one but multiple of his friends 😭 so..he said he has really bad trust issues, and that he really wanted to try to date me, but he just felt like he couldn’t

i was really hurt, obviously, but i think in hindsight maybe it was a responsible decision on his part to not throw me into a mess of a relationship w him, one he knew he wasn’t ready for. but at the time, i just thought that it was bc i wasn’t good enough to change his mind. anyways, he asked if we could still talk and be friends, and i said sure bc i didn’t really want to lose him. i figured i could just wait for him (and i told him that i would)

yeahhh well the waiting was way more fucking painful than i thought. he flew to cali once to visit me when flights were sort of resuming, which is just fucking insane because you’ll fly to see me but you won’t date me 😭, and i told him that it’d be the last time he ever sees me! and it was :”) maybe it was an impulsive decision by me, but idk. yknow when you get stuck in a limbo for what feels like forever that you make a decision just for the sake of making one (it was such a short amt of time in reality, but it felt like forever) he made a comment to me in our last conversation about how he really wished he didn’t have to be someone i had to wait on to change, and that really fuckin stuck w me lmao i cried so hard the drive home from the airport. i think all the “what-ifs” kinda sunk in at that moment

ch7 of kickoff was basically me trying to get inside the head of the guy from my situationship, and see what it’s like to have fears hold you back from wanting to experience something for yourself, something that could be beautiful if you would just give it a chance. i felt like if i wrote it from that angle, i’d have more understanding of my situationship (i dont have commitment issues myself, tbh i’ve never rlly understood the concept. like, i’ve been fucked over by ppl in my life too but i’m never one to punish the next person for it. dealing w my situationship was really hard because of this, i would get really frustrated, but writing ch7 from gojo’s character’s perspective made situationship guy’s feelings make more sense to me, i think, there was a sense of closure in that)

but anyways, i was in love w him for sure. like, possibly infatuated. there was a time where we got into a big argument about something and i think i legit i cried myself into a fever 💀 it was all so crazy and powerful, the feelings, i’ve been involved w n dated other guys since but of course none of it really compares. idk, i guess there are just some people that can make you feel that way, there’s really no use in understanding why.

this sounds so sappy, lmaoo i swear i truly am “over” him in that i hardly think of him that much anymore, n tbh i don’t think of him specifically all that much while i’m writing kickoff, but there are moments where i can’t help but bring those feelings into the story.

there’s a line in ch8, near the end of the bed scene, where reader has a thought like

“You feel so safe with him, and yet you also feel scared, because you like him so much that you would let him ruin you if he wanted to.”

yeah. that’s basically how i felt about him.

[unreliablesnake]

Is it in your DNA? (Phillip Graves x ofc)

Summary: Graves wants to find out who is his bio-dad. But when he finds out, the man isn’t exactly welcoming.

Note: Based on this post by @gravesrafe. You’re a genius, I hope you don’t mind that I wrote this. / The OFC is called April. / Maybe this is a part one. Idk. / The mistakes you might find in this are completely unintentional, I swear.

Until now, Phillip had been staying in his house, always keeping an eye on what was happening in the outside world and at Shadow Company, and getting ready for the perfect moment to return. His girlfriend kept him entertained most of the time, but when she left for a few days to visit her father who had just broken a leg, he realized that his thoughts could get quite wild when he was on his own.

She was really close to her dad, he had seen this several times with his own eyes, and this made him think. He never knew his father. His mother never talked about him, always avoided the topic when he asked, so around the age of twelve he gave up trying.

But now as an adult maybe it was time to find out. Maybe he could use his wealth and connections to hire the best private investigator available to find his father. So once he made up his mind, he made a few calls and soon found who he was looking for thanks to a friend.

“Thank you for coming here on such short notice,” said Phillip as they sat down in the living room.

The man flashed a polite smile at him as he leaned forwards on the sofa. “It's only natural, Mr. Graves, I know how busy you are, and it must be important.”

Clearing his throat, Phillip leaned back in the armchair and stretched his fingers on the armrest. “Well, it's a personal issue.”

“Your girlfriend?”

He couldn't help but laugh. He trusted her more than anyone, he didn't have a reason to start an investigation about her. “It's my father. I never knew him, but I think it's time to find him with your help,” he said after a short break.

The man thought for a second. “Is your mother still alive?” he asked.

“If you want to know if I’ve ever tried to ask her, then the answer is yes, I have. Several times. But she’s stubborn and doesn’t want me to know for some reason.”

“I see.”

That was all he said. Phillip thought he would refuse to work for him, saying it either wasn't worth his time or energy, or was a case that wasn't the kind he would normally pick to work on. But the silence stretched even longer, causing him to shift in his seat from the anxiety that was beginning to take over his mind.

And he wasn't the type to be anxious. The last time he felt that way had been a bit over a year ago, when his girlfriend got into a car accident. It was pure luck that he wasn't away on a mission at the time, so the moment he got the call from the hospital, he told everyone to man up and handle things without him for a week or two.

He wished April was there with him now. Just taking her hand, feeling the soft skin and warmth would have made him feel a lot better. But she wasn't here now, and he had to handle this on his own. After what felt like an eternity, he cleared his throat to prepare for the question that had been on his mind for a while.

“Have you even tried to find him on your own?” the man suddenly asked, surprising Phillip. “I know about your company, I'm sure you have the resources and connections to manage on your own.”

“I'd rather have someone else do it,” came the honest response.

The private investigator suddenly stood up and dusted off his dress shirt before straightening his tie. “All right. I'll get to work tomorrow and get back to you once I know something about him.”

“Thank you,” was all Phillip said as he shook his hand.

Two days after this conversation his girlfriend finally returned, and she was extremely interested in his sudden urge to find this father he had never known. As they were lying in bed with her head resting on his chest, she drew circles into his skin as she kept asking him questions about the man he hired.

“Do you think he will find your father?” she asked quietly.

Phillip gulped at the thought. It's not like he hadn't thought of the possibility of the private investigator failing to do this simple task. Because how hard could finding one man be? “I'm sure he will,” he replied eventually.

She rested her chin on his shoulder as she looked up at him. “You don't sound too sure,” she pointed out, to which he only responded with a groan. “Okay, okay, I'll let you off the hook.”

“Have you talked to your dad since you got home? Is he okay alone?” he asked before gently kissing the crown of her head.

A sigh left her lips, then she simply turned on her back and looked up at the ceiling. “You know how stubborn he can be. His neighbor offered to help, I offered to hire someone to help, but he keeps saying he can manage on his own,” April replied, her tone giving away that she was tired of her father’s nonsense.

He couldn’t blame her for feeling like this, after all he had gone through the same thing with his mother after she had a surgery. Sometimes he joked that they should be together, maybe this would benefit them, but he knew neither of them would be happy.

Days passed painfully slowly, each feeling longer than the last, making him believe the private investigator got to a dead end. But then his phone rang, and he saw his name on the screen. “I was beginning to think you found nothing,” he admitted after the suggestion to meet for dinner later that night.

Phillip didn’t want company, so he reserved a private room in a fancy restaurant he often took his girlfriend to. The man arrived on time, as if he had waited outside until the very last minute. “As I said on the phone, I have good news, Mr. Graves,” he began as they settled down. He took out a thin file that he set down between them. “I found your father, although I must warn you; he’s a very private man.”

“But you still found some things, right?”

“Yes. His name is Russell Adler,” he began as he opened the file and handed his client a photo from the top. “He works for the CIA. I had to pull a few strings to get this information, but I’m positive that this is the case.”

As he picked up the picture, Phillip took a good look at the man. He looked similar to him, even had a nasty scar on his face like he did. Well, his scar apparently wasn’t nasty, at least his girlfriend always said she loved it about his face. A smile crept on his face at the thought of her, but he quickly regained his composure and looked up at the other man.

“How in the hell did my mother meet someone like him?” he asked, already afraid that the answer would be a drunken night out.

“Your mother lived in the same building for a short time. I don’t exactly know the full story, but they had a fleeting relationship,” he explained. “From what I’ve heard, your mother never told him she was pregnant. He went on a mission, disappeared for months, then by the time he returned, your mother was already gone from that apartment building.”

The Shadow put down the photo and reached for the whole file instead. “So my mom didn’t want him to know, huh? I wonder why that is.”

“He’s… difficult. I talked to a few people he used to know, and they all said the same thing. He lived for his job. He’s known for being a true patriot, always putting the best interest of this country before his own.”

“Sounds just like you,” his girlfriend noted when he told her everything later that night. They were sitting on the couch with her head on his thighs, his hands buried into her hair as they talked. “Do you want to meet him?”

“I don’t know,” Phillip admitted. “He has no idea I exist. And if he was already working for the CIA when Mom got pregnant, then he could have easily found her after he returned from that mission. But he didn’t care enough to look for her.”

April reached for his hand that was resting on his stomach and raised it to her lips. “But what if he would be glad to find out he has a son? You’re successful, intelligent, and so stupidly handsome.” He couldn’t help but laugh at this. “You should give it a try.”

The smile that stayed on his lips grew wider when she sat up and turned around to kiss him. If his men knew how smitten he was with her at home, they would probably make jokes about him behind his back. But he didn’t care, not as long as they were together. She made him a better person, made him see things in a different light most of the time.

Even now she managed to convince him to meet that man. “But you’re coming with me,” he told her before kissing the tip of her nose.

And so a few days later they were sitting in a rental car outside the man’s house. Phillip was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, but he loosened up a little when she put a hand on his shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze.

“Listen, I know I said you should do this, but if you changed your mind–”

He shook his head immediately. “No, no, it’s okay, I’m ready.”

She didn’t find him convincing enough, but she nodded nonetheless. They got out of the car and walked up to the front door, which to their surprise opened before they could even knock. There was the man from the photos right in front of them, eyeing the pair with a suspicious look on his face.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Adler,” Phillip said with a nod.

“Do we know each other?”

He took a deep breath before pulling out an old photo of his mother from the inner pocket of his jacket. “Do you know her? Her name is Mary Graves,” he said, carefully examining the man’s facial expressions. There was a glint in his eyes, something that told him he recognized her. “So?”

Adler let out a sigh, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t be mistaken, I know who you are, Mr. Graves. The Shadow himself,” he began. “I assume that woman is your mother.”

“You never answered my question.”

“I used to know her, yes,” the older man said as he folded his arms over his chest. “Based on your possible age and the time I knew her, my best guess is that you believe I’m your father.”

“I hired someone to look into this issue, he was the one who found you. Look, I know it was my mother who left, and she never said anything bad about my father. She just… avoided the topic, especially after moving in with my stepfather,” Phillip explained as he put away the photo that was given back to him. “All I want is to get to know my bio-dad.”

As Adler took a better look at the man who claimed to be his son, Phillip absentmindedly reached out to take his girlfriend’s hand, fingers tightly laced with hers while they waited. “You’ll need a DNA test to prove this,” he finally spoke up.

Phillip couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. “Of course. I was expecting this answer,” he said eventually. “I’ll arrange everything, you just have to be at home when they come for the sample if you agree.”

After a nod, the man turned to look at the woman on his alleged son’s side. “And who is she?” he asked.

“My girlfriend. She was the one who convinced me to come and talk to you.”

“I’m April,” she said with her usual kind smile as she extended a hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

For the first time since they arrived, Adler’s lips curled into a smile. “Likewise. But as pleasant as this conversation is, I’d rather not invite you in yet. Let’s wait for the result of that test,” he said, his expression gradually turning into a condescending one as he turned to the other man again.

Phillip nodded. “That’s understandable. They will give you a call to arrange an appointment. See you later if the test proves it’s true. If not, then this is the last time you see me.”

“Have a nice trip back home,” was all he said before closing the door.

The two of them got back in the car, and Phillip began to drive towards the airport without saying a word. His girlfriend tried to talk, first about neutral things, like what they should eat for dinner or how they could go and spend the following weekend in his lake house. But he didn’t seem interested in any of these topics so she gave up and stepped back to give him some time to figure out how to say what was on his mind.

And sure enough, about half an hour later he licked his lips and said, “I can’t believe that guy. He didn’t even want to get to know me. He didn’t even consider being my real father, he denied everything.”

“He didn’t deny anything, honey,” April began as she reached out to take his hand. “You wouldn’t invite some stranger into your home only because they claim to be your son. He just wants to see the result of the test first. Once you’re proven right, he’ll be more cooperative.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I’m right,” she said with a laugh, earning a warm look and a kiss on the back of her hand in return. “He’ll come around. Don’t worry.”

[stormblessed95]

Hi Storm,

You were the first account I followed here and I’ve been through almost every post relating to member dynamics on your masterlist.

I’m finding this very hard to articulate but you’ve always said if you receive asks that are respectful you will indulge. I am making a lot of effort in trying to phrase my sentences in such a way that they do not offend and would like to apologise in advance if they do. It is not my intention.

Some time ago, there was discourse on your page where you said jikookers have bullied you and did not support you when you were being bullied. I am not sure when that was. I’m sorry you went through that. You put in a lot of effort to write the member dynamics posts and it’s quite shocking that people don’t respect it, value your effort and then bully you.

During that discussion you said something along the lines of jikookers becoming like taekookers as they allow the abuse of Taehyung. You said the fandom back in the day allowed Taekookers to fester because they didn’t take a harsher stand against what they were doing. I am paraphrasing or maybe I didn’t get the gist of it.

I don’t think jikookers or any other sub set of this fandom is anywhere near Taekookers. The reason is that most ot7 are Taekookers. When the fandom allowed hate against jimin, it gave rise to the most vile fandom and it is the largest part of army’s even today Jimin and his family get bullied and called all names and it’s is allowed because no one can shoot 90% of the fandom down and all those who allowed it are responsible for that shit show.

So then why are people and yes, most are Jikook stans, why are they called out if they so much as criticise Taehyung for some of the things he does? Did he have to join a Jikook show? No, did he have to post those pictures during muse? No. Did he have to name call Jungkook every single live? No. Does he visit fandom spaces? Yes. He sees the shit that goes on in there. Yes. He has sued people because he supposedly wants to stand for those who cannot stand for themselves but is ok when his fans call his fellow member a slut? Can you all not be objective enough to criticise him for this behaviour? Not everyone will like everyone you like, but you are an ot7 army so you should be objective enough to accept criticism too. But instead you shut everyone down? That’s a bit harsh don’t you think?

I say all of the following with respect, I promise. My intention is not for this to read as harsh or rude in any capacity. I'm making this disclaimer now because I know sometimes, it's hard to get tone in text. I'm being straightforward and serious with you. And my tone is meant to be one of kindness, softness and respect while being serious and rather blunt about it.

Anyone who tells me that they didn't see the hate campaign that reigned against me last year is either lying, or brand new to Jikook Tumblr. Or you took a 2 month long break and only came back after I was on hiatus, which then, if you checked my account at all, you still would've seen it. I guess the last option was that you just never checked my page until I came back. I'd much rather if anyone would bring it up, just be honest. Yeah, I saw that, I was silent, my bad, it was a mistake. Or it wasn't a mistake, I agreed with your haters and I'm still just here because I want your content. Whatever it is, I would much rather the honesty. Idk which of these categories you fall into, if any, but why bring it up just to try and discredit my feelings about jikookers and toxic behaviors being allowed to fester? I stand by what I said. You don't have to agree with me. That's your prerogative. I have never tried to tell people how to feel, I've only ever said that I will curate my space and use my block button freely to stop from seeing opinions I have no desire to see.

True OT7s are not taekookers, follow better people. Idk what else to tell y'all about that. When I say toxic behaviors being allowed to fester, I mean that taekookers way back when weren't nearly so bad as they are now. It used to be the same petty bullshit that so many shippers are now pulling. Except it never got checked, so it grew and festered and boiled until it's now as bad as it is with taekookers. If you don't stop the same petty revenge toxicity in Jikookers now, the same thing will end up occuring. And I don't want to see anyone complain to me in a few years about it, because all I'll be able to say is I told you so.

The last part of your message dear, just reads as essentially asking permission to be hateful towards Tae. Idk if that was your intention, but it's how it comes across to me at least. It's not criticism. There is stuff we can be critical about towards our idols, BTS included. Nothing you listed is worth criticism and is just things his antis use to bring hate against him. It's the same thing that tkkrs do. Nitpick stupid stuff to give themselves a reason to hate on Jimin. It's not worth it. And you will be a happier person in long run if you stop trying to hate Tae and just hate the antis that are the ones responsible for their own behaviors.

I'm not shutting anyone down (this is also the phrase that makes me question if you truly "don't know anything about me being bullied") I am saying I won't tolerate any kind of hate speech on MY blog about any of the 7 members. (even if you don't think it's hateful, on my blog, I have the right to decide what is and isn't discussed. Other blogs will draw different lines in the sand, and you can find GCs, or Start your own blog where you can say whatever you want. That's the beauty of the Internet.) You can do whatever you want in your own spaces. I personally, want nothing to do with it. I have bigger fish to worry about it. I'm here for BTS, all 7 of them. And I'm more concerned about k-media and the harassment our boys suffer from them and antis of all kind. Way more than I could ever pretend to be concerned about Tae talking about one of his best friends.

And again, I sign off with this whole thing respectfully, and with the hope that you also, take no offense to the way I phrased anything. Even if you disagree.

~ Storm 💜

[fahbev]

Hi! Saw you jumped on the tim hate train, welcome to the club! Aplarently you're Damian fan, which is good bc hes also one of the characters who's hit by tim's..woobification? Victimization(???) while simultaneously being the bestest, most competent batfam member. You Damian fans honestly have my respect for the pure amount of shit Damian gets because of tim.

hi lmao. Thanks xD. I usually try to keep all my negativity off of the internet, but last night I was going the anti Tim drake tag bc my frustration was flaring up. At first i was collecting posts by liking them instead of rb, then I was replying, and then at some point... “Fuck it. I want this on my blog.”

(This is gonna be a ramble btw, I don’t care abt making a good post rn.)

I used to be fine with Tim! I think the whole thing was a lot less prominent in the dpxdc fandom bc DANNY was the fan favorite/community elected woobie, but then I kinda moved out and... well. It still took awhile for this issue to seep in bc those Tim fans (you know the ones) are certainly a minority, but I just don’t think you can be a Damian fan for longer than a few months without getting frustrated.

Nowadays I refuse to read anything tagged with any variation of “Tim Drake angst” that features the batfam. Timkon fics are usually just fine though.

Actually— recently? Shit’s been bothering me so bad that I don’t wanna risk reading fics that have Tim in the first relationship tag at all. He’s gotta at most be in the second one. Ship fics are again an exception, but I don’t tend to seek out ship fics much anyway.

But, like I said, I usually keep it to myself. Every time i catch myself venting in the tags I either screenshot the tags and delete, or I delete and retype them. I put them into a private notes document. I also journal in there a lot instead of posting it.

That document is pretty long.

I do wanna say that there’s nothing wrong with what tim fans are doing. It is fun to woobify your fave. It’s fun to prop them up and tear others down and make everything about your blorbo and it is harmless. I do it too (usually in my daydreams). It’s a fantasy, and that’s what fanfiction is for. People who act like it’s “problematic” are wrong. That doesn’t mean it’s not annoying. Because it is. It’s annoying as all fuck.

Also wanna mention that I once read a damian fic that like... started off with some delicious whump, but then it turned into a whole Damian pity party and it guilt tripped all his friends and family. Damian IS my blorbo and I couldn’t read that. I didn’t even know who Maps was at the time but it seemed so bizarre to throw her under the bus. Anyway I feel like that’s what a quite large portion of Tim fic is like except a bit less extreme.

I used to tell myself that “ohhh it’s just a rivalry. I’m sure Tim fans get the same shit in reverse all the time” but I literally NEVER see it in the other direction and spend the most of my time in Damian circles. The only time I see tim hate from damian fans is frustration at those particular fans in response to it or in response to favoritism of authors.

I mean i saw a good chunk of it last night, but what else can I expect from the anti tim drake tag?

It’s actually funny how most of the stuff in anti tags is polarized hate shitting on the character with a lot of bad takes, but in tims anti tag it was almost exclusively frustration from Damian and Jason fans, and usually pretty mild takes. Also people calling Tim boring.

Ngl, Idk much about Jason. I’m familiar with his fanon, but the only comic i’ve read that featured him in a major way was Gotham War. I don’t know him well, and I don’t have too much interest in him. However, I hate “Jason falls over in guilt and kisses Tim’s fingers begging for forgiveness” type posts in solidarity. It’s yucky.

Anyway, I didn’t even mean to get on this anti tim train you speak of, It just sorta leaked out of my vent doc. Don’t expect me to keep posting about it.

but also... don’t not expect it. It might happen.

Even so, my dms are absolutely open for Timothy Drake related frustration! I’m pretty tired of being nice to him.

[bapydemonprincess]

I’m 24 and I’ve been in this fandom since like 2010 . So not the entire time it’s been around but I was here for its main surge I feel like. And I won’t lie, when I was 10 and a majority of the fandom did ship sebaciel publicly and people made you feel weird for not shipping it, I definitely did engage with it. It was pushed on me as a 10 year old by a majority of the fandom, and I didn’t see anything wrong because I was younger than ciel/same age and I was like “yeah I think Sebastian is cute and I’m the same age as ciel so—“ BUT you know as I got older I’d say even by 14 I had the realization of how gross it was and how I didn’t actually ship it it was just that they were the two main characters in the fandom and that typically main characters are the ones who get shipped and that at that time in the fandom it was impossible to not be faced with ship stuff. And I was groomed by adults in the fandom on this very website. They knew my age and would send me smut and talk to me about myself and flirt and I honestly feel bad that I ever did engage with the ship. I didn’t know any better. But now as an adult when I do see sebaciel stuff I find myself questioning if they’re just young and if they’re going to grow out of it too and I wonder if maybe they’re also having it pushed on them by older fans like I was. I find it concerning because i know what it did to myself and what kind of situations I was put in because of it. I try to avoid the adult ones because unfortunately I think if they haven’t grown out of it and realized the implications of the ship and how it does affect real life I don’t know that they ever will. I hate that this fandom has such a bad label on it. Every person I mention it to is like— “oh the pedophile demon anime?” And it just sickens me. Idk this is kind of just a rant and I wanted to offer my thoughts as someone who has been in the fandom a long time and as someone who was in the fandom as a child even. I’m sorry if this is weird ask to send but I see you posting content about it sometimes and it made me feel safe to share my thoughts

Well I am not personally good at answering these types of asks but I am glad you felt safe to send this to me, specifically, and get it off your chest, it's all good!! 💖 And glad to know you came to realize how bad the ship was at one point, I'm always happy to see that happen once in a while in kuro, because there are so many folks around my age refusing to accept the truth and doubling down on proshipping, and also I notice very recently too trying to cause problems on purpose for antis in their spaces. 😒 It's getting hard out there since the new anime came out, and a lot of those types have attempted to return.. likely from twitter where they ran off to last time they were booted (some quite literally banned hmm I wonder why) from tumblr.

And the worst WORST part knowing proshippers around my age is knowing.. remembering.. the very beginnings of kuro, seeing the early fics on ao3 by those guys, who really started it all, knowing somewhere they're still out there.. some even maybe with kids of their own WHO KNOWS... Ugh.

And I hope new fans, no matter their age really, make sure to be careful esp on here in the main kuro tag, for these proshippers have been constantly- AND VERY BLATANTLY I MIGHT ADD -trying to advertise their blogs and discords as safe spaces for interacting... CLEARLY trying to start/continue the process of grooming that is so well known in fandoms like kuro at this point.

Overall just use block on tumblr recreationally, it's free real estate ✨, stay safe in general, and again don't be afraid whether on fellow anti blogs like mine send messages or if you feel more comfortable make posts of your own on your own blog expressing how you feel, getting it out of your system.

Hope my response was okay (I say because I'm at work at also health-wise a bit out of it so sorry grbhjfkugu) and hope you, anon are currently doing okay now!! Thank you again for sharing your personal experience!!

[mothofprophecy]

Ok ok time to talk about my tma secret life au (I’ve been working on this with Shrub ( @moonyforests ) so some of the ideas are theirs)

Also tma spoilers (a lil for the start of season 5) ahead so beware

The idea behind this is that the secret life server is a domain in the eyepocalypse (we’re thinking probably a web one because of their tasks but maybe spiral idk)

The secret keeper is watching in place of the giant eye(s) in the sky so the people in the server are less suspicious of what’s going on

The tasks all correspond to an entity (or multiple, or partially one and a lot of another, Robert Smirke was wrong guys the entities overlap so much). For example let’s take Gem’s session one task ‘convince someone to take a leap of faith and make sure they take no damage’. This is so so so Vast I literally cannot iterate enough how Vast this is. We also have BigB’s session one task, ‘Dig a big hole. All the way down. At least 3x3. Make it your base if you want’. Ignoring the weirdness of the phrasing for a second (I’ll return your attention to BigB later in this very long post), this is quite obviously Buried. However some tasks such as Grian’s ‘make 3 bad jokes and get NO laughs’ doesn’t particularly seem to be any of them. We can assign it one at a stretch (perhaps lonely) but it isn’t obvious.

This domain is slightly odd since we have several avatars in it (who the domain doesn’t belong to). We can probably say that the secret keeper is the avatar of this domain, since it’s responsible for the tasks, but who knows?

Let’s talk about BigB. If you’ve seen some of my previous posts you probably know I’m already headcanoning him as the distortion. It just makes so much sense. The gaslighting, the weird corri-door and just everything he’s doing is very very distortion. I see him very much as an equivalent to Michael in this (and Grian as Helen to an extent). I’m putting Grian as the distortion as well because the events are just too perfect.

1. Grian goes into BigB’s underground hotel/corridors/confusing place

2. Grian goes and moves people’s doors under their noses, drawing the line from Lizzie ‘I know this doesn’t make sense to you, but this door was not here a second ago’

3. Grian goes and builds the most Spiral-esque staircase EVER

As I said, the events are just too perfect

But yes these are the ideas I (and Shrub) have so far! Feel free to add anything if you think of stuff (it would be awesome if someone who knows some of the other guys better than me headcanons what they are/do in this au)

I’m currently drawing more art of distortion!BigB and Grian so expect that in a bit!

[scribespirare]

i’ve been thinking about miguel being a cat. like a mama cat whose kittens got taken from him but is left out on the streets. idk why but it fits him so much. and miles as the guy that’s kind enough to take a stray cat in

So idk if this is how you meant for this request to go but 👀 I am a slut for were creatures

Miguel has lived on the streets for a while now. It’s not exactly through choice but it’s not not through choice either.

He could shift. He could go back to being human. Find a job. Rent an apartment. Settle.

But he doesn’t.

Life is simpler when he’s a cat. Yeah he eats things his human side balks at, sleeps places no human would ever touch, smells like something the crawled out of the sewer. But there’s nothing to be anxious about in the day to day except survival. And seeing how Miguel is smarter than your average alley cat, that’s not much to be anxious about at all.

New York maybe isn’t the best place to be a stray cat, but it’s not the worst either. Lots of rats to catch and garbage to pick through for food. Sometimes people even leave kibble out for cats like him, which is why Miguel doesn’t think anything of climbing up a fire escape one night, following the scent of dry food. He finds it outside a window looking into the messy room of a teenage boy.

And that’s how it all starts.

Miguel feels a draw to Miles that he can’t explain. At first he thinks it’s the kid’s youth, that Miles reminds Miguel of the child he lost and the life he used to live.

Then he gets a good hit of the kid’s scent and…well. He’s certainly not comparing Miguel to his daughter anymore after that. Miles smells like warmth and home and spice and sex.

So yeah. Not a child surrogate.

Miles has friends that come over that Miguel feels a little more paternal towards though. Hobie and Ganke and Pavitr and Gwen. None of them smell like sex to Miguel, which is quite frankly something of a relief. They’re rowdy teenagers that Miguel wants to cuff around the ears and then feed.

But Miles? Well, the less said about what Miguel wants to do to Miles the better.

So Miguel keeps coming back to that window over and over again, keeps sitting on the fire escape and listening to Miles’ life play out. Even when Miles doesn’t put food out, Miguel is still there. Occasionally Miles even notices him, says a few words, asks him how’s he doing. He doesn’t name Miguel, which is nice, just calls him ‘That brown tabby tom. You know, the one with the big jowls? The one who looks like he’s listening and understanding me. Yeah, with the freaky red eyes, that one’. And Miguel enjoys these little interactions. He figures they’re all he’s going to get, and he’s fairly content with that.

Then one night he jumps up on the window ledge and yeah okay he’s dripping a bit since he’d managed to get himself caught in the spray from a car going by and it’s raining and thundering and isn’t going to be letting up anytime soon, but he still insists that’s not a very good reason to open your window and snatch up a stray cat.

If Miguel were a normal stray, he’d hiss and claw and bite the shit out of Miles. And quite frankly Miguel has to fight the instinct to do just that. Luckily Miles drops him pretty quickly, apologizing the entire time.

“I just can’t let you stay out there in that tonight, okay?” he says.

You’re an idiot, Miguel thinks.

“I’ll let you out again in the morning and you…try not to fuck up my room too much. Deal?”

Miguel doesn’t deign that with a response and instead focuses on trying to groom some of the muck and water out of his fur since he’s apparently staying the night.

Stupid fucking kid. Doesn’t he know he can catch disease from the claws and teeth of a cat?

Miles goes about his evening of doing homework and fucking around on his phone, feeds Miguel some dry kibble, then strips down and goes to bed. And Miguel…well, he’s only a man. Sometimes. Not any time recently, but still. He figures, well he’s not going to get this chance again. Miles is a good kid even if he is a bit naive and Miguel likes him a lot. He shouldn’t be rewarding Miles for letting dangerous, disease ridden alley cats into his bedroom but…Miguel still jumps up onto the bed anyways.

Miles starts then laughs. “Sorry, you scared me. Never had a pet before. Didn’t take you as the cuddling type either.”

Once upon a time Miguel very much was the cuddling type. But now he just takes the unused pillow next to Miles’ head and curls up there, relishing in the softness and the way Miles’ scent rises up around him. The rain is still coming down in buckets outside but for tonight Miguel is warm and safe and Miles is scratching him behind the ears before whispering good night.

This is in direct contrast to the way he yells, “What the fuck!?” as he’s falling out of bed the next morning.

Miguel sits up, alarmed, looking around for danger. Then he realizes that something doesn’t feel right. His senses are off, as is his equilibrium, and his vantage point is a hell of a lot higher than it was the night before. With a sinking stomach he glances down at himself and. Yep. Naked man.

Naked man in the bed of a terrified teenager staring up at him with wide eyes from the bedroom floor.

Miguel clears his throat awkwardly, rusty after so many years of disuse. He can’t remember the last time he’d taken this form.

Then he decides fuck it because there’s nothing he can say to make this situation better, actually. So he climbs out of the bed, throws open the window, and is shifted back into his cat form before his paws hit the fire escape.

He hears movement behind him, hears Miles yell, “Wait!” but Miguel is already gone.

[angelsmist]

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

HBCU!SHURI X READER

prompt: shuri invited you to wakanda for the holidays, and you can’t help but feel homesick

warnings: cursing

note: IKK this is like two days after christmas but i’m posting it anyways LMFAOOO hopefully i’ll get part two out later today, if not then tmrw

this is not proofread so idk

“so, what are your plans for the break?” your classmate, natalie, asked, trying to make conversation

you frowned at her question. although shuri had never hinted at it, you truly did hope she would ask you to visit wakanda with her. you knew she wouldn’t do that, but a part of you wished she would.

the night syniah’s friends ditched you was a night that remained in your mind. although you couldn’t remember too much from it, shuri filled in the blanks for you. and waking up to tea and breakfast made you finally confront the feelings you had been trying to hide.

the feelings that made your stomach churn whenever shuri smiled at you, or the electricity you’d feel shoot throughout your body whenever you two made physical contact. you were falling for the princess, to simply put it.

you were an overthinker, so when you started to wonder if shuri could feel the same, you shut the whole idea down in fears of ruining the entire friendship with your thoughts.

tati told you about the phone call she exchanged with shuri the night she took you to her dorm, which got into your head for a while. tati had you seriously convinced that shuri felt the connection between you two as well.

you thought you were being delusional, though.

“i dunno,” you replied to the girl after some time. today was the last day before you were officially free, so most of your class was free. shuri didn’t come to class, and you assumed it was because she was packing. “probably visit family.”

“oh. i though you was going with the princess to wakanda, or sum.”

your eyebrows furrowed in response. “uhh…why would you think that?”

“everybody thinks y’all go together,” natalie informed, tapping her newly done nails on the table.

this was news to you. you thought it was just syniah’s ex friends who saw it that way. “really?”

“yeah,” she confirmed as if it were obvious. “that girl don’t really be hanging around nobody but you.”

“that’s not true.” you shook your head.

“i mean, yeah. she’s in groups sometimes, but she’s only ever been alone with you. at least, that’s what i see. don’t mind my nosy ass, though.”

natalie’s last sentence made you crack a smile. but, her words really did leave you wondering.

as if on cue, your phone began to vibrate rapidly. you pulled it out of your purse before someone could start a fuss about it, but you were a bit surprised to see shuri calling you. especially when she could’ve just come to class to ask you.

clearly, you weren’t going to answer it in the middle of class, so you excused yourself and stepped outside.

“hey, shuri. where have you been?”

“i’ve been packing. hey, (name), could you come by my dorm later? i need your help with something.”

shrugging off her vague reply, you spoke. “umm, sure. do you know how long it’ll take? i’m gonna have to start packing, too.”

“it won’t take long. hopefully.”

“okay,” you giggled breathily. “i’ll swing by after class, which, by the way, you should be in.”

“you know a princess always has her duties.”

shuri was pacing.

she had been for the past thirty minutes after you ended the call. she was extremely nervous.

she planned to ask you to go with her to wakanda. she wanted you to to as her girlfriend, but she felt that it would be pressure on you, which was the last thing she wanted to do.

a knock on her dorm made her jump, but stop going back and forth at once. after a quick glance in the mirror to make sure she was presentable, she twisted the knob and plastered a smile on her face.

the fake grin became real when she met your eyes and saw the beam that shone brightly on your face. you entered her dorm when she opened it even more, signaling that she wanted you to come in.

“hey, what’s up?” you greeted, walking past her to plop down on her bed as if were your own. “you said needed help with sum?”

the princess intertwined her fingers, evidently nervous, although you couldn’t see it due to the fact that you were working out your own nerves whenever you two made eye contact.

“yes, i do. but i need to ask you something first.”

you raised an eyebrow, remaining silent but egging shuri on too continue.

“you remember when you told me about your family wanting you to come with me to wakanda?”

you could’ve sworn that oxygen stopped going into your body the second you heard shuri’s words. “yeah, but, don’t worry about it. they’ll be upset, but they’ll get over it.”

“what if i told you i wanted you to come with me?” shuri would’ve stuck with that question, if it weren’t for her reading too much info your facials. “just for the sake of your family.”

you swallowed thickly. “well, um, if that were the case, i’d say yes.”

“well, then this is me asking you to come to wakanda with me. i understand if you wanna say no, since we don’t celebrate christmas-”

“no!” you interrupted her quickly. “i mean, i don’t mind at all. i’ve always wanted to see wakanda, so…”

naturally, you were nervous. after all, you were just a friend of shuri’s, and her taking you to such a private nation was a major deal. and for her to offer to fly you there as her plus one was a major deal to you. even if she said she was doing it for the sake of your family.

“good!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “you should start packing now, since we leave tomorrow.”

“hol on, what?”

“shit.” was all you could say as you took in the aircraft.

when you told you family that you couldn’t make it for christmas, they immediately knew why, and began to swarm you with demands and questions. you hung up, of course.

since you boarded the talon, the dora milaje hadn’t taken their eyes off you. of course, you couldn’t blame them, as you were a stranger, but, it didn’t exactly ease your nerves.

all they knew was that you had to have been special for shuri to invite you to wakanda so easily. maybe that’s why not a single one of them bought the act of you two being just friends.

shuri stood up from her seat next to you, noticing your uncomfortable manner. she walked over to the general, who was near the pilot of the talon, but she faced you. shuri stopped once she could get a clear view of where the pilot was going, and while she faced forwards, okoye faced backwards. “okoye, why so hostile? all of you have been eyeing her since she got on here.”

“i apologize, your majesty. but, you cannot expect us to remain unsuspicious.”

“she is not a threat,” shuri defended.”

“oh, i know,” okoye stated, a scoff releasing from her lips. “but she is not just a friend, either.”

“what are you suggesting, general?”

“you know what i’m suggesting, princess.”

with an annoyed sigh, shuri moved away from the doja milaje leader and back to the seat next to you.

to avoid tension, you cracked a joke. “so, do they approve?”

it took her a minute to understand your joke, but once she did, she offered a smile. “they’re a bit skeptical, but this is them being nice.”

“i’d hate to get on their bad side,” you joked once again.

“we are almost there,” one of the dora milaje you were told was named ayo announced. confusion washed over your features as you rose from your seat.

you walked to the front of the aircraft, looking at where you were headed.

it was just trees.

“i don’t understand,” you expressed your concern, turning to shuri for an explanation.

she wore a knowing smile, glancing at you momentarily. “i love this part.”

the ship was heading straight for the trees at full speed. you tried your best to trust shuri, but there was no sign of a thing for miles are your heart was already racing like you were running a marathon.

you instinctively gripped on shuri’s black coat to keep yourself from passing out.

just as you braved yourself for impact, the forest suddenly disappeared. you were rendered speechless as a large, beautiful, nation took its place. you released a breath that you unconsciously had been holding in for at least a minute.

once the panic had settled, you let the nation of wakanda sink in. it was…perfect.

as the talon zooms at full speed you get a clearer view of the city. there are trains surrounding towering skyscrapers that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

you let go of shuri’s jacket, not letting your eyes drift from the magnificent place once. “well, i see why y’all like to keep your country private.”

it’s when the jet finally comes to a stop that you officially realize where you are. not only that, but you also realize you are seconds away from meeting the queen.

“shuri.” you turned away from the view and to the princess who seemed to already be looking at you. “am i supposed to, like, bow to the queen, or…?”

“no, don’t bow,” she answered, although you weren’t sure if you entirely believed her since she was grinning from ear to ear.

one of the doras switched a lever, which opened the exit ramp and lowered it onto the ground.

despite it being below zero in atlanta, wakanda seemed to be the opposite. it isn’t too hot, but it certainly isn’t freezing cold.

the first thing you noticed as you step off the ship alongside shuri is how different the air is.

it was much purer, and felt a whole lot fresher. the next thing you noticed were the dora milaje lined up on both sides of the talon. as shuri came out of it, they did a salute that you weren’t familiar with. shuri acknowledged them, offering a polite nod.

you could see the queen open her hands so she could engulf her daughter in an affectionate embrace. their hug was filled with warmth that anybody could feel for miles.

the queen definitely got lonely occasionally since she had nobody in the family since shuri had gone off to college. the queen exhaled as she held onto her child tightly. “oh, how i’ve missed you, shuri.”

you couldn’t see shuri’s face, but you just knew her expression had to have mirrored her mother’s. “i have missed you, too, mother.”

once the hug was broken, shuri turned to you, grabbing your wrist to bring you closer so you stood in front of the queen. “mother, this is my friend, (name). this was the one i told you about.”

the queen had a suggestive look on her face. “ah, this friend. it’s lovely to meet you, (name).”

you wanted to be as respectful as possible. the last thing you wanted to do was offend the queen within the two minutes of you being there. “and it is an absolute honor to meet you, your majesty. wakanda is a beautiful nation, and i’m so grateful that you’re okay with me being here.”

“you are very special to my daughter, and she seems to really-”

“okay, that’s enough,” the princess interrupted, narrowing her eyes. “i need to talk to my mother, but aneka here will show you to your room. i’ll see you soon.”

wakanda certainly knew how to make their guests feel welcome.

your room was in the palace, to your surprise. you weren’t sure where you thought you’d be staying, but you certainly didn’t think it’d be in a guest room across from the princess.

you didn’t actually know anyone except for shuri there, so you stayed in your temporary room while you waited for her to come.

“it’s beautiful, right?”

you looked away from the window and left your own mind to see aneka, who had not left since you arrived in the room. you never asked her to leave, to be fair.

“yeah, it’s amazing,” you agreed with aneka, moving away from the gorgeous view to approach her. “this whole thing y’all got going on here…no wonder y’all didn’t want the world to know.”

aneka’s lips twitched upwards slightly at your interest in her home.

“so how much of this place is vibranium? like the trains? or maybe the floors?”

she blinked. “everything.”

“oh, shit,” you cursed. “you mean this whole place is running on vibranium?” a nod from aneka made you raise your eyebrows in shock. “that is sick.”

the sound of three knocks at the door was enough to grab both you and aneka’s attention.

“it’s shuri!”

the dora strode to the door and opened it with ease. she greeted the princess and you waited patiently as she entered your line of sight.

“hey,” the princess greeted, sitting at the window next to you. “so, how are you liking wakanda so far?”

“it’s breathtaking,” you spoke truthfully. “your home is straight up art.”

she chuckled, giving you that annoying feeling of butterflies in your stomach. “it really is. but are you sure you’re not feeling homesick? you always talked about how much you loved christmas and since we don’t celebrate it here, i thought-”

you waved your hands dismissively. “i don’t mind at all. i think of it as a christmas present, actually. getting to explore a place as magical as wakanda.”

you weren’t entirely lying. you did feel homesick. it was almost christmas, yet there weren’t any decorations that gave you the christmasy feel you’d get every year. and as much as you hated to admit, you missed your annoying ass family too. you didn’t want to appear ungrateful, though. you really were enjoying your stay so far.

“are you sure?”

“shuri, let it go,” you giggled. “i’m happy to be here. one christmas away from my family isn’t going to be the end of the world.”

“okay, i’ll let it go,” she acknowledged. “maybe we can go explore the city now. i think you’ll love everyone.”

“i’d love that. but, i need to use the bathroom first.”

with that, you got up from the seat and entered the bathroom. once aneka was sure you were no longer listening, she turned to shuri.

“you’re not going to let it go, are you?”

“you know i won’t.”