#it was in front of our faces the whole time

[simpurnatural]

“Our Little Secret” || Short-Fic

XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "Okay, but me coming back to Tumblr after binging xo kitty wasn't on my 2025 bingo card. We are so back babe! Enjoy these crumbs whilst I dust off my keyboard ToT"

Warning(s): Spoilers for "XO, Kitty" seasons 1 & 2, Smut, Language, Not Proofread

"I swear, if you get caught one of these days then you're on your own!" Q warned, Dae chuckling lightly as they watched Min Ho slipped on a pair of shoes.

"I won't get caught," Min Ho replied as he turned his head to face them. "When have I ever gotten caught?" he scoffed as he examined himself in the mirror.

"Uhm literally last week when you sprinted around campus in the early morning and only wearing underwear and socks," Q retorted from the couch before realizing, "That was a bit more of a close call if I'm being real here,".

"Exactly, never got caught and never will," Min Ho said with a sly smirk, "Plus, Y/n is in the solo unit dorms," he reminds before walking out the door.

"It'll only be a matter of time," Dae sighed, shaking his head at his best friend's recklessness.

You heard the sound of a knocks on your dorm room door, instantly recognizing the specific pattern to inform you that it was Min Ho waiting to be let in.

Hurriedly yet excitedly, you made your way to the door and swiftly opened it. Min Ho was taken aback by the clothes or rather the lack thereof it on your small frame.

"Why are you here so early?" you whispered, yanking him into the room before shutting the door behind you. "I haven't gotten my nightly dorm inspection yet,".

"Well, I couldn't wait to see you and who said we couldn't have some fun til’ they get here?" Min Ho replied in a hushed yet seductive tone, his eyes taking in the sight before him. "You wouldn't mind a little inspection of our own, would you?" he smirked as his has slithered their way around your waist.

You suddenly felt as though any clever retort you had bubbling in your system faded away. Min Ho pulled you in closely, allowing for you both to be basically sharing the same breath of air. He leaned in, catching your lips against his while tightening his hold on you.

With every kiss, the difficulty to pull away became more intense. You brushed your tongue against Min Ho’s lip as he backed you into the wall adjacent to the front door. His hands began to hike up your silk night gown.

“I could just take you right here,” Min Ho muttered under his breath, his cold hands making contact with your warm, soft skin.

The palm of his hand gently gave your breast a squeeze. You let out a whine as his icy cold touch messaged your chest. This only made the tent in Minh’s trousers tighter.

“But someone might hear us,” you say, an aching feeling beginning between your legs. “They could be here any minute,” you remind as Min Ho effortlessly lifted you off the ground.

“Then you better stay quiet,” he said without a hint of worry in his tone.

With one hand on your ass to keep you in place, he utilized the other to undo his belt and trousers. By this point, you were sure a whole waterfall had made its descent down your leg. Min Ho chuckled as he kicked his pants away from him after they pooled around his ankles.

He felt your clothed cunt throb, with only your panties and his boxers in the way. The notorious playboy has slept with countless girls but you were just so different. He had never been with someone who looked just as good on the outside as she felt when he’s inside

Wasting no time, Min Ho removed all remaining articles of clothing. The tip of his cock teased the lips of your pussy. He loved how your wetness basically coated his manhood like a glazed donut.

“M-Min Ho-“ you whimpered impatiently, just wanting to feel his dick be buried deep inside already. “Fuck,” you gasped as half his length pushed inside your walls.

“So tight for me,” Min Ho groaned before pulling out, just to thrust right back in.

His hips rhythmically jutted up against yours. Your body was in compete ecstasy as Min Ho’s breaths grew heavy. He yanked the thin straps of your night gown down just to watch your tits bounce with no restraint.

Min Ho loved getting you like this, so lost in how good he could take care of you. He smirked as he listened to your minimum efforts to conceal your moans. Your tightly sealed lips didn’t stop any NSWF noises.

Just a not began to form inside of you, a knock at the door and an unaware voice greeted you, “Y/n L/n! It’s time for your nightly dorm room inspection,”.

“Shit!” You mumbled as Min Ho gently placed you on the ground before scurrying off into your bedroom to find a hiding spot. “One moment please!” You replied, kicking your’s and Min Ho’s clothes under your couch.

Hurriedly, you grabbed one of your appropriately sized coats to conceal your naked body. You quickly yanked the door open which startled the more senior student who stood at your door.

“Hello,” you nodded as you raked a hand through your potentially messy hair. “Please come in, sorry about the mess,” you say with an embarrassed smile.

Whenever Min Ho was over while inspections took place, you always held your breath for the worst outcomes. Min Ho usually hid in your closet, behind your suitcases and other articles of clothing that could easily conceal his frame.

As the inspector searched the unit half interestedly, you acted as calm as possible. Your attention slightly wavered as you reminisced how Minho was fucking you just mere moment ago.

What caught your attention was the creaking of your closet door being opened. Your eyes widened as the student stepped inside and left your gaze for a moment just before stepping back out.

“Y/n,” they said, to which your ears perked up anxiously, “Make sure to have the light bulb in your closet changed, it seems to almost be out,” they explained.

“Of course,” you nodded assuringly, the breath you were holding in dissipate as they made their way to the front door.

“Thank you for your time,” they said politely as you unlocked and opened the door for them.

“Anytime,” you waved before the shutting the door again.

You shedded your coat and made your way back into the bedroom, were a naked Min Ho laid. He wordlessly motioned for you to join him.

Right as you crawled onto the bed, Min Ho immediately had you under him. Both of you wearing a smug grin on your lips.

“Where were we?” He said before leaning down to kiss you.

You ran your hands through his perfectly cut hair while his kisses began to trace your jaw, your neck, and started to leave love bites alone your collarbone. He pulled away and watched as your chest rose and fell exaggeratedly. Your completely naked body yearned for his touch.

With your eyes focused heavily on Min Ho, you watched as he stroked his cock. The groans that erupted from his lips were like music to your ears. As he climbed back on top of you, he lifted and spread your legs farther apart. His length inching closer and closer to your pussy.

Your breathing hitched as you felt him slide into your walls with full force, a loud moan escaping your mouth. Min Ho placed his mouth on yours as an attempt to stifle your noises.

But it became harder to remain silent as he continuously rammed his cock into your cunt. The wet sound of you taking his dick so good only made Min Ho fuck you rougher.

“You better stay quiet,” Min Ho muttered, “Or else everyone will find out how damn good I am at fucking you,” he smirked, watching your eyes roll back. “Taking it so easy, huh?”

You could only muster a groan as the pit in your stomach returned. Min Ho loved the feeling of your walls tightening as you got close to climaxing.

“Gonna cum for me?” he asked, knowing full well that any further response from you would be at max volume. “Come on my dick Y/n,” he ordered.

Min Ho spared no space between the two of you began slamming his dick so deep inside your pussy. Your back arched, allowing his dick to repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

“That’s it,” he said, as your body began to quiver and your warm cum covered his length. He slowed down momentarily, allowing you to feel the high. “Was that good?” he asked as you caught your breath.

“Yeah but what about you?” you questioned unknowingly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with your pussy yet,” Min Ho huffed before meeting a proper pace.

You tiredly watched as he used your cunt, telling you how good are for him. He loves showering his affections towards you after making you come, knowing that only he gets you like that.

As the rhythm of his thrusts began to stutter, you felt his cock twitch slightly. Min Ho hesitantly gave a few more thrusts before quickly pulling out.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his cum covered your lower abdomen.

Grabbing a couple tissues from your nightstand, Min Ho gave you a proper wipe down before laying down beside you.

“Our little secret?” You asked, raising your pinky.

JAN 2025

[tomato-puppy]

as a truck mechanic and someone who's spent a lot of time talking to truckers and small business owners, i have to add a note here:

California is beloathed in the transport/trucking industry because of the strict emissions regulations they impose on trucks that enter their borders. for financial and political reasons, truck manufacturers will tune their engines and implement de-polluting systems in the exhaust piping to make their vehicles sellable in California and then progressively roll out these technologies to everyone else. this is why trucks in Canada have anti-pollution systems compliant with California regulations even though canada doesn't have NEARLY as strict of exhaust control laws (and we often tear these systems out of our trucks' exhausts and engines, bypass sensors and reprogram the ECU to function without).

these de-pollution systems are very fragile, extremely expensive and limit performance. causes a lot of extra fees and downtime. and because there's a shiny fat sticker in the truck cab stating that this vehicle complies with Californian emissions regs, designed to look like an official seal with the outline of the state in the middle, anyone who knows a trucker or works in or around ground transport, has heard many words of unkindness directed at the state.

this is why people who wouldn't even be in the know about this kind of stuff and do not care the slightest about the plight of truck drivers, will parrot this line to bolster their criticism of "commiefornia" and their unrealistic leftist policies.

but yo. these newer pollution control systems reduce the amount of soot, microscopic particles and carbon monoxide to levels that are BELOW WHAT YOU'D FIND IN THE AIR IN MOST BIG CITIES. when i was studying to be a truck mechanic, we had a new Cummins engine and exhaust system on a bench in the classroom, and the teacher turned it on and ran the engine a bit, and we'd stick our face in front of the exhaust pipe and ... it's just like ... humid and warm air with a weird smell slightly reminiscent of piss*. he told us that they wouldn't be allowed to do this just for shits and giggles, but that we could close all the doors in the room and let that thing idle for the whole 2 hours of class and nobody would get a headache or anything. because it WORKS. modern day diesels, compliant with European or "Californian" emissions regs, are very very very "clean" and much more eco friendly than a gasoline engine of comparable power.

Californian emission regs is what dragged the north American trucking industry (manufacturers especially) out of the stone age of combustion engine technology when trucks used to roll coal like a fucking steam engine. in the last 10 years, for the first time ever, an American made diesel engine (the detroit diesel DD15 if i remember correctly) was finally "good enough" to pass very strict European pollution regulations tests and is now sold in European countries.

if California didn't "bitch and moan" about pollution from trucks, this wouldn't have happened. truckers don't hate the environment, they are pissed off because they're under paid and losing cash and work because of a broken de-pollution syste. and it is obviously very frustrating to them, and the bigass "California emissions compliant" sticker is a quick and easy target for blame. but when politicians pick up on this, they're just doing that thing where they seem like "they know how things are" and are sympathetic to the burden on the working class. they just want to use this as an example of how "caring about the environment" is fantasy at the expense of efficiency and reliability, at the expense of the poor workers.

but it's a lie. if truckers weren't underpaid, they wouldn't be as mad about it. and if the truck manufacturers weren't greedy, they'd improve the systems and their reliability further without passing the cost down to the consumers. and in no fucking sane world would anyone be doing EPA-mandated exhaust system testing ON A FUCKING FIRE TRUCK DURING A CATASTROPHIC FIRE.

And this is exactly why they hate fact checking.

[judes-hoe]

Winter reset ~ JB5

Genre ~ smut (18+), fluff

Summary ~ you and Jude get a winter break reset and relaxation!

Warnings ~ oral(fem receiving), sweet talk, gently Jude, soft Jude.

A/N ~ sorry this kinda late…really late actually

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It was a little winter break from the football world. Jude taking you on a getaway to Dubai.

You walk over to the bed and plop down. “Ugh, jet lag is hitting me hard right now.” You mumble into the sheets. “How about we take a nap?” Jude asked laying next to you and pulling you close. “We have all day to relax, until our reservations later.” He mumbled.

You just nodded and immediately fell asleep in his arms. Jude was close behind you, also falling asleep.

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You woke up to the movement next to you. You look up and see Jude playing with your hair. “Hey pretty girl.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You both lay in a comfortable silence, before Jude speaks up. “You should get ready, reservations are in an hour and a half.” He spoke quietly.

You groan and get out of the bed. “Where are we going anyways?” You ask Jude as you walk to your suit case. “Don’t worry about it, just wear a pair of leggings, and that nice sweater you packed.” He told you.

You grabbed exactly that from your bag and walk to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, then curling your hair, and doing light makeup.

You walk out and see Jude wearing a sweater that sorta matched you, and some jeans. “You ready?” He asked looking at you. “You look stunning darling.” He walked over and wrapped his hands around you, giving your butt a squeeze.

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You walked into your hotel room, Jude right behind you. “That pasta was amazing.” You said, walking to the bed. “Mine was delicious.” Jude said laying back on the bed.

“But I’m craving something else.” He smirked and pulled you to him. “Judeee.” You said getting flustered.

It wasn’t long before Jude had you naked and laid back on the bed, kneeled down in front of you. “I need your eyes on me the whole time, can you do that for me love?” He said looking up at you. You just nodded at him.

Jude started to kiss your thighs, gently sucking and kissing, all the way to your slit. He does all this with his eyes on yours. He then licks up your slit to kiss your clit.

He places his hands on your thighs keeping them open, and started to lick your clit. You let out breathless moans, keeping your eyes on him. A hand coming to his head.

He then moves to fuck your with his tongue, one hand moving so his thumb is gently rubbing your clit. Your thighs twitch, your head thrown back.

“Eyes on me baby.” He mumbled, the vibration against your slit making you moan. “I can feel it baby, cum for me.” He said picking up the speed on your clit.

You push his head closer to your pussy. Thighs quivering, and a louder moan left your moan as you come undone on his tongue.

Jude stays there, riding out your high. He pulls back, your juices covering his mouth and chin. “The perfect dessert.” He smiles.

Jude then cleaned his face, and you up before cuddling you.

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A/N ~ here is my second post because Real Madrid won☺️ sorry it’s bad🤧

[lostintransist]

The Boys' Home | Part 5

Part 1 | AO3

The suit, respirator, goggles, gloves combo had you sweating like the devil in church. This wouldn’t necessarily be a problem, except your in-ear headphones were overheating and not responding to your taps to change the song. Somehow you had been stuck on the same song for damn near forty minutes. It was a good song, don’t get it twisted, but if it didn’t require leaving the house and pulling off all the gear to change the song you would have done it on the third repeat.

With the last of the lathe and plaster removed and swept from the room, you detach the chute from the window. Carefully you strip off the protective gear, clothes soaked with sweat beneath them. The next thing you do is pull your headphones out and pause your music. Sliding between the layers of plastic keeping the dust from invading the house you make your way outside to breathe fresh air.

The boys were all at Lydia Fisher’s house as her grandchildren had finally arrived for the summer stay. You had already confirmed with Lydia that the pizza delivery you were paying for would arrive at five and she would send the boys home at seven. They would absolutely all need a bath before bed.

When you open the front door all of your focus is on laying out the gear to dry over the porch railing. The respirator and the goggles go down easily, the suit gives a wet sound when you snap it to straighten out all the wrinkles. That done you look up and nearly have a heart attack.

“Jesus and a chicken!” Your hand ends up on your chest as you heave in breaths.

Where you had expected empty space stood three of your neighbors, all watching you with various expressions of quandary.

“Why a chicken?” Kyle asked as he shoved one hand into his pocket.

Your brows pull together. “I don’t know, that is what came out of my mouth in a moment of shock.”

He gives a look of acknowledgment and glances at his counterparts.

“Did you guys need something? I’ve been upstairs stripping a bedroom to get insulation and new walls put up.” You brush your hands down your shirt, now quite aware that even in the moist heat your pits, under boob, and groin had yet to dry.

“Wanted to see if there were any neighborhood events we should be aware of,” Johnny spoke up, moseying up to the porch railing and hanging over it to talk to you.

You leaned against the main post, folding your arms as you thought.

“Nothing formal, but every third weekend a few families get together over at my place and we grill and let the kids run wild.” You direct your answers to the group but look mostly at Johnny.

Simon and Kyle step closer, like wolves you had watched on nature documentaries. When they close in you snap your gaze to Kyle and then to Simon. It gets trapped on Simon, the dark pitch of his eyes pulling you in like tar that swallowed ice-age animals whole.

“You need anything, bonnie?”

The hum of question you give is distracted. Turning your face away from Simon, it takes extra effort to drag your gaze to Johnny. Blinking a few times to clear your mind you process what you heard.

“Mmm, don’t think so. Unless you guys can sheet rock and mud a bedroom in under a day?”

Johnny grinned and Kyle chuckled, Simon let out a small huff that could be construed as a laugh.

“Can’t say we know how yet, but we will by the time we are done fixing up our own house,” Kyle smirks up at you.

“Been meaning to ask you about that. Are you all together or just really good friends?” They share a look and you go on, bulldozing past any awkwardness creeping up your body like kudzu. “I only ask because folks around here will talk and if I can head off the rumors your time here will be easier. Lord only knows why I’m their favorite subject.”

“Na, we work together. Military stuff and we find it easier to feel safe when we know there is someone who can watch our back as we rest,” Johnny gives a small smile to the gaps between the porch slats.

Nodding as if you understand, you most assuredly do not, you tuck that information away for your next run-in with any of the town gossips, Cherrie and Marline. They would be after you like hens after a chick when they found out you were now living next door two four presumably eligible, and decidedly, attractive bachelors.

‘What about your everlasting soul? Living so close to such men might tempt you into sin.’ They would always whisper the word sin as if one woman’s boy hadn’t been born out of wedlock and the other hadn’t been caught having an affair ten years back. One of these days you would remind the two of them of what Jesus actually called a sin, and it wasn’t ‘treating your neighbor as yourself’.

“Where are your boys today?” Simon speaks up now, everyone turning to look at him as he stares straight at you.

“They are at the Fisher’s. Lydia’s grandchildren have arrived and we have a standing agreement to timeshare the children until school starts back up,” you grin wide thinking about your boys. “I don’t know if you’ve met them yet, they live in the opposite direction from my house.”

Your former pastor had commented on it once. You didn’t go to church anymore, for too many damn reasons to recall or recount but Pastor Harry had been a good man and reminded you that there were people in the world who practiced what they preached.

“I know you never wanted to be a mom, but those boys? I can see the love you have for them written all over your face when you talk about them. I’m real proud of you for taking them in and fighting for them,” he laid a hand on your shoulder with a gentle squeeze.

The quiet comfort and confidence Pastor Harry had given you that day had fueled you for weeks and helped you swat away the nastier comments lobbed your way from parents of your students, the administration, and even the cashier at the local stop and rob.

Looking back to the men standing in the heat of the day you make a decision.

“Why don’t y’all take a seat and I’ll grab us all some sweet tea and ice pops.” Turning around without waiting for an answer you let the screen door slam shut behind you.

When you return the only seat available is next to Simon on the porch swing. Passing each man a refreshment you settle into the cushion and try to toe the swing into motion. When nothing happens you glance at Simon who is staring at your nice glass with something akin to mistrust in his eyes.

“You don’t have to drink it but can you at least lift your feet so I can rock the swing?” The single brow lift seems to do the trick.

“This is delicious!” Johnny cries as he stares down at his glass. “Never got the appeal of hot tea but this? I will miss this when we go back to work.”

The swing begins a soft back-and-forth movement. Glancing down you see Simon’s boot flat on the porch; his thigh bunches and releases in time with the movement.

“What do you think Kyle?” Sipping at your own tea you watch him for an answer.

“Might need this recipe for my mum, to be frank.” He looks down at his glass with a mixture of pleased concern written across his face.

“Be happy to send you with a recipe card.” You can’t wipe the smile from your face. Your front porch didn’t get as much use as you would like, they were the first visitors to use it this year.

Kyle and Johnny chat with you for nearly a half hour before by the winding down of the conversation the men stand in tandem. They all trail into the house to deposit their glasses in the sink before saying their goodbyes and rounding the house for the trail that would lead them back to their own home.

Placing your cup in the sink next to theirs you are surprised to see three empty glasses and a bone-dry sink. Seems the quiet man had sipped at his drink after all.

You would need to be sure to offer it again. Best to be sure if he liked it or if his mother had taught him it would be rude to reject an offer of a refreshment. Neither said anything bad about a person but it would help future interactions to know what your neighbors liked.

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[thanosscross]

hiii I want to request twin! jiyong/bigbro!jiyong if that's okay loll. I always get the feeling that jiyong have a very soft spot for a younger sibling especially for a little sister. thank you!!

Oh he 100% would be, especially if you were in the K-pop world with him!!

Double, Double, Combo - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader + Twin! Kwon Ji Yong 1/?

Summary: The Kwon twins were powerful together, you and your slightly older twin brother Ji-Yong were like two halves of a whole, and everybody knew it. So what happens whenever your two K-pop groups combine tours together? Especially whenever your brother calls you out for a very noticeable crush.

Warnings: Mentions of a slight panic attack, reader getting injured, other than that, none lovelies <333

Translations:

Jagiya: Honey, Sweetie, Love, Darling (For this fic, we're going with darling)

Umma: Mother/Mom

Oppa: Older brother

Yeo-Dongsaeng: Younger sister

If I got any translations wrong please let me know!! As I am very rusty with speaking Korean, but I am learning! <33

The Kwon twins were something big that hit the K-pop industry in the early 2000s, Ji-Yong and Y/n taking over the industry by storm as soon as they were able to, you both had your own groups, your twin brother having his group, BigBang, while you had yours. Both groups being made up of four members, almost identical to each other, the only difference? Even down to both of you catering more towards females.

Ever since birth, You and Ji-Yong were close, always side by side, doing everything together, your brother even taking the initiative to help you with anything you needed for your career or group. You walked into the agency building, excitedly making your way towards your brother's dorm, excited to tell him your big news, busting into the room, you smiled at all four boys. "Did YG call you yet?" You smiled, making your way over to plop on the couch, leaning against your brother gently "No? Why? What'd we do?" Your brother asked nervously, relaxing whenever he saw your excited demeanor "Well...As of today! BigBang is officially combining their tour with ours!" You squealed excitedly "They figured if there was eight of us contributing to the concert, it'd be amazing! A-And YG said something could be added for our five year since debut!" You gasped, leaning forward in his face, watching as he smiled and giggled at your reaction "That's amazing!! We can actually hang out again!" Ji-Yong cheered excitedly, hugging you tightly as he looked towards the boys.

The first few nights of rehearsal were easy, everybody was excited to get back into working and preforming, but as the start date got closer, everybody was getting stressed out. As you stood on stage trying to run through your choreography, you heard your brother in the microphone again "No, Y/n, Aein-" He was cut off by your choreographer, she was nice, for the most part, but that's why you loved her, she wouldn't be shy about letting you know if something was wrong. "Y/n. How many more times do we have to stop you before you get it right? It's midnight, we've been on the same section of the same song for the last hour, what the hell is going on?" She snapped, normally, you could handle her harshness, usually it fuels you even more to make your shows perfect, but between your exhaustion, the combined stress of everybody that was working, and your growing frustration on this one move, you couldn't handle it tonight. As she continued to lecture you, you dropped down to a kneel, pinching the bridge of your nose in your hand as you tried your best not to cry. "Okay just stop! I-I can't do this! I can't! I fucking quit!" You shouted, storming off of the stage, trying to hold back your sobs until after you got the microphoned that was taped to your cheek, off.

Sitting in your dressing room, you tried your best to fix your make-up, you hated having meltdowns like that, especially in front of people, but sometimes your anxiety would just build and build until eventually, you'd meltdown, and everything would be okay again. You had always hated it about yourself, especially whenever people would refer to you as 'a ticking time bomb' like it was just a matter of time before you'd blow up. "Yeo-Dongsaeng" Ji-Yong whispered, opening the door to your dressing room slowly, his heart breaking whenever he saw you desperately trying to fix the ruined makeup that was smeared down your cheeks. "I-I..." You couldn't speak, not even knowing what you'd say if you could, your twin just walked over with a soft smile, pulling a chair up next to you. "You're okay, I know, honey" He whispered softly, grabbing one of your makeup wipes to start clearing off your face. "Seung Hyun is worried..you know, if you want to hide a relationship, he needs to stop worrying so much" Ji-Yong muttered quietly as he gently wiped the make-up off of your face, not missing the soft smile that made it's way onto your face. "Seung Hyun and I are not dating, we're just..really good best friends" You replied shyly, getting a bitch face from your brother "Okay, we've been around each other for almost 24 years now? So do you want to lie to yourself and me again?" He teasingly asked, chuckling softly as you nudged his shoulder gently, a blush covering your cheeks as he grabbed your make-up bag "What're you doing?" You asked, watching as he dug through it before finding the make-up you'd need "Helping my yeo-dongsaeng, because she needs her oppa" He smiled softly, you just sighed shaking your head "By a minute, Ji-Yong, sixty seconds" You reminded, he just laughed loudly shaking his head "Still older!" He protested, before grabbing your face gently as he helped with your eye make-up "There, perfect, Oppa Ji-Yong to the rescue!" He smiled, playfully standing up to do a spin "Thank you..Ji..for everything" You whispered, standing up to hug him tightly, you appreciated him more than words could describe. "Anyways! Seung Hyun?" He teased, changing the subject "Do you like him back?" He asked, watching as you covered your face quickly to hide your blush "No! I don't!" You protested, groaning as he just squealed pointing at your blush "You like him back! Yesss! You like Seung Hyun!~" He cheered, rushing down the hallway "Ji! Stop! Please don't!" You whined, chasing after him, never realizing that Ji-Yong's plan of getting you back out to rehearsals and in a better mood had worked.

You'd finish rehearsals without anymore hiccups, quickly being rushed off to the airport for the eight of you to fly to America for your US shows. Whenever you would do your final rehearsal before your show, the communication would be horrible, leading to your rehearsal with the girls to be right as they were testing the boys' stage lift. As you were ending your last song, you went to make your way to your mark, stepping into the giant 6-foot drop, where the stage lift was lowered, the only thing catching you from completely falling was your torso slamming against the stage, and your foot catching the metal framing underneath the stage. As the boys watched from their spots, they were quick to move, Ji-Yong making it to you before anybody else, even staff. As he helped you out and back on your feet, you winced, holding onto his arms tightly "No, No don't let go please" You begged, taking your weight off of your foot, holding onto his arm with one hand while holding your ribs with the other. Ji-Yong just wrapped his arms around you, glancing around panicked for the medic they had traveling with them for smaller things, while Ji-Yong always took care of you, and was slightly taller than you, he still couldn't carry you confidentially, not without you freaking out and thrashing around in his arm afraid to fall. "Hyung? Can you?" Ji-Yong asked nervously as he turned to Seung Hyun who stood next you both "Yea, yea, I'll get her backstage with the medic, Ji, I got this" He assured, going to wrap your arm around his shoulders, stopping whenever you whimpered in pain "Ok, Ok, we don't have to do that" He reassured, carefully moving his arms around you to pick you up, carrying you effortlessly backstage, your brother going to find whoever the hell lowered the lift while your rehearsals were running.

Sitting in your dressing room, you tried your best to stop crying, holding your shirt up gently so Seung Hyun could hold the ice pack to your side while you balanced one on your foot "Y/n, Jagiya, please take a breath" He pleaded, resting a hand on your cheek gently as he wiped the tears that fell "I-I feel so terrible!" You cried, hugging him tightly as he rubbed your back "I know, but Ji is going to explain, and doctors said you'll be better than ever for next show" Seung Hyun explained, trying to boost your spirits the slightest "Ji is coming back during our singles, and BigBang's show break, so he's going to come see you" He offered, you seemed to calm down slightly at that, knowing your brother would be brutally honest about how your absence affected the show. Seung Hyun would hold you close as you sniffled softly "Thank you..Seung Hyun, you're always so kind to me" You whispered, hugging him tighter before pulling away, trying your best to hide your blush as you heard the muffled voice from his earpiece calling him to the stage.

"I'll see you later okay? Ji and the others will come check on you whenever they can" He smiled, kissing the top of your head before rushing to stage, leaving you alone for awhile.

You were just about to fall asleep finally, whenever your door burst open, your brother having an evil smirk "So! We got an idea, and YG said we have to have your permission too, but we can do your set for you? If you want?" he offered, laughing loudly at your confused expression "W-Why would you do that?" You asked, sitting up to try and wake yourself up a little more "Well, Seung Hyun said something about you being really upset about working so hard just for the fans at this show not to see, so?..Can we? We look alike, and practically sound alike other than your high notes and my low notes" Ji-Yong pleaded, rushing over to sit next to you on the sofa, you just giggled looking at your brother "If you really want to, and you and the promise to take it seriously" You sighed, watching him jump up excitedly, cheering for a moment before sitting back down next to you. "How are you feeling, Honey?" Ji-Yong asked softly, checking your ankle and ribs, wincing whenever he saw the nasty bruise that was forming right at the bottom of your ribcage. "It hurts to breathe, or move, so laying down is hard" You sighed, trying to reposition yourself as you winced "Well hold on, I'll help" He laughed shaking his head "Umma gave you some of her beauty, none of her brains" he teased as he helped you lay down on the dressing room couch, you just swatted at his arm, glaring at him. "Careful or I'll call Umma and tell her you're being mean to her baby who's hurt- That you! Watched get hurt!" You giggled, watching as he whined softly "Don't be a tattletale, Y/n" He huffed, crossing his arms like he was a child again "Fine! Fine!" You laughed loudly, moving your head to rest it against his legs "Don't worry, you'll be back on stage before you know it, getting to dance with Seung Hyun again!" He teased playfully, giggling as your cheeks lit up again with a bright blush "Shut up!" You giggled, turning your head to look at him "Help me to stage? so I can at least watch you guys do my set" You asked softly, watching as he sighed smiling helping you to your feet "Okay, you know we're almost the same size, so this is going to be hard, okay?" He laughed, holding onto you tightly as you took a shaky step forward, you nodded giggling as your twin tried his very best to get you to stage, coming out successful as he helped you sit down off to the side, near V.I.P, per your request, if you couldn't perform for your fans, you could at least sit with them, while watching your brother, your crush, and their friends perform your setlist of songs.

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You like? I plan on part two picking up right where part one left off, just because the boys doing girl group performances are always one of my favorites! <33 Lmk what you think lovelies! As always please let me know what you think, and I'm excited to hear from you! lovelies!! <333

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❛❛ ⛸️ + 🏒 ❞

hockey game

✎ in collab with @sturnslutz > read me!

a few days had passed from your last - and definitely awkward - meeting with matt, and there wasn’t one moment in which your mind didn’t replay the event of the showers on loop, leaving you to overthink what had happened: what was all that? was it the heat of the moment that had you both acting out, or was it genuine attraction? he was attractive, sure, but were you actually that attracted to him?

lost in your thoughts you started to zone out, momentarily forgetting that next to you sat the devil’s advocate, also known as chris. “hellooo,” he called out, waving a hand in front of your eyes, “earth calls baby, do you copy?”

you scoffed, swatting his hand away while muttering a soft “get your filthy hand out of my face” under your breath. “dude, you were fucking gone,” he commented in an exaggerated tone, before a weird glint began sparkling in his eyes. you leaned back a little, perplexity written all over your face as your friend’s face leaned closer to yours. “did you fuck him?”

“what?” you almost screamed, pushing him off of you. “what on earth are you talking about, chris?”

you watched as a smirk took place on chris’ lips slowly. he tried to hide it by biting his lip, before words spilled uncontrolled by his mouth. “your little rendez-vous in the shower. so, did you have sex?”

your cheeks broke out in a crimson red blush furiously burning you whole, panic almost settling in before a little light switched on in your brain. you two were alone in the locker, so how did he…

“did you push me there on purpose?” you finally screamed incredulous, attracting a few puzzled looks from college kids moving around on campus. you didn’t care though, not when you came to the realization that chris had purposefully told you that the water wasn’t running knowing that you would have checked it for yourself, effectively bumping into his brother half naked fresh out of the shower. 

chris’ smirk widened as he saw the gears in your mind turning, putting the missing pieces of the story together. “bingo,” he whispered, leaning back against the tree trunk you were sitting under. “don’t thank me, by the way. oh, and i told him you’re coming to our home for those little study sessions of yours. don’t worry though, me and nick won’t be there.”

you watched wide-eyed as your friend brought both arms behind his head, closing his eyes and resting there as if he was sunbathing on the beach. you tried to talk numerous times, your mouth opening and closing like a fish in a miserable attempt to scold him, to tell him that he couldn’t just toy with you however he pleased and act like he was doing you a favour. in the end, you finally snapped back to your senses and smacked him across his face, earning a pained grunt from the boy who was now holding his cheek, the soft, pale skin slowly turning redder by the second.

“are you actually crazy?” you exclaimed, sitting up on your knees to look at him better. chris groaned once again, glancing at his hand that was once on his cheek almost as if he was scared there would be blood on there. how dramatic. 

“oh c’mon,” he whined, sitting up straight, “you could really use this time. and also…” he began, eyeing you up and down, fixing his gaze on your tensed features. “...you really need to get laid. you’re too stressed.” once again, you were at a loss of words from his bluntness. it wasn’t something new, but usually you were the blunt one, so to see the tables reverse it was a weird and unexpected experience.  

“chris- i fucking hate you,” you groaned, burying your head in your hands as despair came clawing at your insides. you could not let the meeting happen, not after what had happened just a few days prior. “why, what happened?” asked the boy curiously. you glanced at him between your fingers, realizing too late that you had spoken out loud. you sighed, shaking your head while you gathered your belongings and threw them in your bag. “nothing,” you said while getting up, shaking the grass from your pants, keen on running from your friend as soon as possible. “listen, i’ll see you later, yeah?”

“i’ll send you the location! and i want you as near as possible to the rink at the game!” 

“yeah, yeah, sure,” you whispered, heading towards your room. yeah, you were fucked. 

some hours later…

“what do you think?” you asked, holding a baby blue shirt to your torso. honey turned around, nodding in approval as she slipped her own shirt on. she looked around the room, sitting down on cherry’s bed as she tied her shoelaces. “by the way, where’s your roommate?”

“already at the rink,” you replied, grabbing the phone from the desk. you quickly skimmed over the countless messages cherry sent you, announcing mindlessly to honey that apparently they were holding two spots for you two and that the arena was filling more and more by the second.

quickly, you made your way to the rink, meeting nate and his crew right at the front. you observed as he immediately pulled honey into a hug, your nose scrunching from the obnoxious smell of alcohol reeking from his breath. your eyebrows shot up in surprise as his eyes lingered on your friend more than necessary, basically stripping her with his eyes. fucking disgusting. honey shot you a quick glance, to which you could only reply with a shrug and a confused laugh. as a look of unease made its way on honey’s face, you decided to step in and save her from the drunken state of your friend. “c’mon, we’ll see you later guys,” you said, interlocking arms with honey and nodding to nate and his friends, before pulling her out of that rather awkward interaction. 

you made way to cherry and other girls from your figure skating lessons, sitting down next to them. “can you not-” you began, showing to cherry your phone overflowing with messages, “fucking bombard me with messages? everytime i think something urgent has happened and it’s always something stupid.”

“what do you mean stupid? the choice of a new leotard is pretty much fundamental, what if i choose a color that makes me look like shit?” you look back at the girl who’s 100% serious about the matter before bursting out in laughter, absolutely incredulous. soon after, cherry’s scold turned into a soft smile, then she, too, bursted into a fit of laughter. 

too caught up into your conversation with your roommate, you failed to notice nate plopping down next to honey until you feel her knee nudge against yours, your head turning immediately and landing on the drunk man sitting too close to you for your own liking. you nodded in her way, asking a silent question: are you okay? honey shook her head, not really wanting to talk about it as her eyes fixed on a spot on the rink. you turned your gaze back to nate, scoffing and rolling your eyes as he continued to blabber drunkenly.  

the loud horn blew through the speakers, lights dancing around the arena as the players entered the rink, the speaker screaming something in the microphone that got muffled by the loud cheering of college students all around you. you got up, pulling honey so she could see the team of our college entering. your eyes quickly inspected the rink, landing immediately on matt’s back. and, as if between you two were pieces of a magnet, he turned to face your way, his icy eyes immediately finding yours. you couldn’t help the flashback from days before replaying in your mind, but you decided to distract yourself. tearing your gaze away from matt’s, you spotted chris. “look,” you leaned over honey’s shoulder, yelling over the noise, “there’s matt and there’s chris.” 

honey didn’t respond, but by the way she was looking at the boy you knew she had heard you loud and clear. deciding that teasing her might ease some of her nervousness, you laugh, “you’re drooling,” watching then how the girl tried to defend herself. 

you watched as the brothers talked to each other seemingly focused on the game that was going to begin soon, but you couldn’t help but notice the sneaky glances matt threw your way more than once. fuck, this wasn’t good. 

from your right side, cherry nudged you lightly. “have you talked to him?” she asked, nodding in his way. you shook your head, slumping against your seat. cherry knew what had happened in the showers since that day you had blasted through your dorm door with a rather shocked face, immediately rambling about the little encounter you had with the triplet. to cite her words, you had been “stupid for having let this opportunity slip from your hands”, so since then each time you two met she would always ask you the same question in hope things had changed. they had not. in fact, it seemed like you and matt had reached a common pact of avoiding each other as much as possible, not wanting to deal with the consequences of your slip up. 

finally, the game started, pulling you away from your own thoughts. minutes flew by and the crowd got more and more agitated by the second. you glanced to the clock, gnawing nervously at your lip: 40 seconds to intermission and neither team managed to throw the pluck in. suddenly, a collective gasp rose from the crowd: at first you almost missed the way a member of your team stole the puck from the other team, which then ended in chris’ grasp as he glided skillfully towards the net of the enemy, fast yet controlled. 10 seconds left. two members of the opposite team blocked chris’ path, almost managing to retrieve back the puck if it weren’t for chris’ leap of faith towards matt, the little black disk sliding between one of the boys’ legs and ending right in front of the other sturniolo who was waiting exactly for this moment to almost throw himself towards the net, hitting the puck with his stick and making it land inside just as the intermission bell rang, the crowd exploding in screams and yells as the +1 point appeared on the score screen.  

matt threw a victory fist up in the air, shoving the helmet off his head as the team flew his way, crushing him in a joyous hug. you jumped up with the rest of the audience, clapping your hands and cheering while on the other side of the arena the students from the other college booed at you. you didn’t care though, not when the air was sizzling with electricity.

“look!” yelled cherry, pointing to the boys hugging in the rink. there, right at the center of the hug stood matt, his eyes fixed on you. even when chris elbowed him playfully he didn’t tear his gaze from you. he smiled at you softly and you reciprocated, nodding in approval as you kept clapping for him.

eventually, the boys headed towards the benches to recharge, dragging matt with them.

you turned towards honey, chuckling as you noticed that her eyes hadn’t ripped once from the rink. “having fun?” you asked her, to which she nodded. “i can tell, you haven’t taken your eyes off the rink the whole time, let’s make sure your eyes don’t get stuck now.” you laughed as you saw her annoyed expression, leaving her to be while you toyed with your phone. suddenly, a message from chris came through:

❛❛ chris🏒 ❞

⤷ we have a problem

you furrowed your brows at the single message, quickly glancing back to the rink as the bell rang again, the boys gliding in again. you analyzed chris, trying to understand if he was sick or hurt, but he looked neither. with a last glance at your phone you put it back in your pocket, trying to enjoy the second part of the game.

that was, until a player shoved chris on the ground, and said boy got back up and charged towards him like a fury, ripping the helmet from the guy’s head and punching him multiple times. you couldn’t help but scoot to the edge of the seat, your back straight and tense as you waited for the ref to separate them. he didn’t, though, and you watched with horror as matt tried to intervene before things got out of hand, effectively ending with chris pushing him out of the way. finally, the refs managed to separate the two boys, sending chris to the penalty box where his coach started yelling at him. 

what none of you expected, though, was for a girl to run to the box, pounding on it until chris opened it and welcomed her in a hug. suddenly, the mysterious message made sense. trouble wasn’t a sickness, or an ache, or even this little stunt he had just pulled, trouble was this girl he had just kissed in front of two colleges. “no fucking way,” you muttered, your heart beating incredibly fast in your ribcage as adrenaline came back running through your veins. 

you turned towards honey who seemed to be in a trance, calling her name over and over before she bolted out of there, heading towards the penalty box. “shit,” you exclaimed, running after your friend who had never moved faster before. as you reached the box, you couldn’t help but notice matt moving towards you, resting his free hand on the glass that separated the players from the crowd right where yours was, in a <hidden> attempt to be closer to you. you would have lied if you said that the gesture didn’t make your stomach erupt in butterflies, but you had to snap back to reality when <chris’ girlfriend> spoke to you in a rather bitchy tone. 

“nu-uh girl, you’re not talking to your reflection, i’m not the bitch here.” you spat back, watching delighted as her features morphed into horror, your little remark hitting a nail in her ego. how pathetic. you heard matt stifling back a chuckle, his fingers tapping mindlessly on the glass. Fuck, you wanted to touch him so bad. but as tempted as you were in the moment, you knew you had bigger problems to take care of, and that’s how you ran to honey again who was leaving the stadium, after flipping that addison girl off. you slipped your hand in honey’s, dragging her out of there while muttering angrily under your breath. 

“she’s ugly as fuck, too. he downgraded,” you muttered more loudly as honey sobbed into your shoulder, stroking her hair and back comfortingly. you looked around, noticing people giving you weird looks on the street as if they’ve never seen a person cry. you rolled your eyes, clearly annoyed before pulling honey with you, heading towards her apartment building.

“baby, look” murmured honey softly, handing you his phone. you read chris’ messages, your expression laced with disgust as a new wave of anger washed over you. you scoffed angrily, switching then to nate’s messages and cringing from the clearly altered state he was in. “chris is a fucking weirdo, the switch up was crazy,” you said, shaking your head. “at least nate was nice,” you commented. but was he? or was he only drunk speaking? “i guess,” you added lastly.

finally back to honey’s apartment, you follow her to her bedroom, throwing her some pjs and looking for a spare to wear. “i’m staying here tonight, okay? i’m not letting you be alone.”

and as you and your friend spent the rest of the night watching movies and giggling to little dumb remarks you made about your life, you didn’t notice your phone vibrating with new messages.

❛❛ unknown ❞

⤷ hey, it's matt

⤷ i asked chris for your number, i just wanted to check up on you

© stvrnioloslvt

ও a.n: AAAA IT'S FINALLY HERE EVERYBODY, FUCKIN FINALLY.

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[createserenity]

You are given a word - share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of that word.

Thanks for the tag @misunderstoodlyrics. I went with excerpts from wips I haven’t started publishing yet.

P: “Please don’t let this be a stupid decision,” Crowley whispered.

Aziraphale looked at him helplessly. The back of his mind still held a small niggle of doubt about whether this truly was the right thing to do. But Crowley was standing in front of him. This brilliant, gorgeous, clever man, who had brought light into his dull, pedestrian existence. Who made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t in so long, and who was standing there saying he liked him too.

A: Almost automatically Crowley found himself rolling onto his side, letting Aziraphale press up against his back and wrap an arm around his chest, snuggling them together.

T: The chair, standing innocently in the empty room Aziraphale had barged into, probably didn’t deserve to have its leg kicked, but Aziraphale did it anyway. Then he hopped about on one foot, muttering unangelic curses about the hardness of wooden chairs and the impracticality of formal shoes.

H: He forced his eyes open, seeing Aziraphale’s blue ones peering at him with what looked like a mix of anxiety and affection. Crowley traced his eyes over that face, still showing the lines of late middle age, and wondered how it was that he didn’t feel broken.

Instead he felt safe, more whole than he had felt in a very long time.

He felt like he was home.

“I’m here,” he whispered, and let his eyes flutter closed again, as he gave in to the pull of sleep.

No pressure tags for @ineffabildaddy @bowtiepastabitch @voluptatiscausa and anyone else who would like to have a go!

Your word is TWIN

P was quite tricky! Apparently I don’t start sentences with P words very often. These excerpts are from a Howl’s Moving Castle au, a side story to “All The Pieces of You” and two other fics with the working titles “24 Hours” and “We’ll Paint Our Future In Colour”. They aren’t in that order though, just to add some mystery to the whole thing 😂

WIP tag game

you are given a word - share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of that word!

@possibility-left tagged me. And what compelling excerpts we got for their WIP. Lots to look forward to. TYVM. The word I was given is KNOW. Let's see if I can find an appropriate snippet for each letter. Damn, "K" was tough. I had to cut out some text to make it work.

K: "Knob."

"Quite. I wouldn’t have chosen that precise word myself but I can’t say I disagree with the sentiment.

N: Now he was going to make a total bellend of himself falling in the drink because he couldn’t step 3 feet up onto the vessel from a dinghy. 

Aziraphale pulled the kill switch on the outboard and stood to hitch the painter to the midship cleat. He sat again to keep the vessel steady and motioned to Crowley. 

Was that a gleam in his eye? It couldn’t be. No one would be that much of a bastard. Normally, Crowley would grab the stanchions and take a big step up onto the boat deck. But there was no way his legs would allow that encased in tight, waxed denim.

He had thought it almost worth the discomfort of a 6-hour drive in his tightest jeans and snakeskin boots for the looks he got when he stepped out of the car. But why had he not thought of what it would take to board an anchored boat when he could barely move?

O: "Oh my, not on a first date. I'm not some kind of trollope. But perhaps if you share a good story, I'll keep it in mind for later," Aziraphale flirted back.

W: What? Were those someone’s hands on his arse? Pushing him upright and onto the boat? 

No pressure tags for: @anatomic-girl, @klikandtuna, @caedmonfaith, @searching4sarahtonin and anyone else who wants to play. And your word is FLIP.

[frutigerfischl]

Oh my goood, your headcanons for CaitVi x Wanted Criminal! Reader were sooo accurate and awesome, can you, PLEASE, write a one-shot with this idea?

⌗ TITLE┆BLOOD WILL RUN┆song: my own piece of hell ★ ₊ ˚⟡

⌗ TAGS┆gn!reader, poly relationship, caitvi/reader, wantedcriminal!reader ★ ₊ ˚⟡

⌗ NOTE┆im glad you thought the hcs were accurate!! My friend helped me with them so I can't take all the credit :3, short oneshot because writers block is getting to me ★ ₊ ˚⟡

There’s blood under your nails again.

Not your blood, at least not this time. Someone else’s. A little too much of it, if the stiff, drying patches on your gloves are anything to go by. You peel them off, shoving them deep into the bag slung over your shoulder, before the dripping from your wrist can leave a trail on Caitlyn’s spotless floorboards. She’d have a fit if she saw the mess you were dragging into her home again—no, not home, safehouse. That’s what she called it when she shoved the key into your hand a few months ago. “For emergencies,” she’d said.

Caitlyn had known better than to ask how long you’d been running by then. Long enough that you stopped counting.

You’re halfway through shrugging out of your coat when the front door clicks open.

The instinct to bolt hits you hard, years of surviving on quick reflexes tightening your muscles. But the sharp edge of the voice that follows pulls you back from the brink.

“Relax. Just us.”

Vi.

You don’t turn. You don’t need to. You’d know that voice anywhere—the gruff rasp of it, like she’s always a little winded, as if her fights haven’t quite let her go yet. It’s comforting, in a way.

You glance over your shoulder anyway, long enough to catch her stepping through the doorway, Caitlyn right on her heels.

They’re still wearing their uniforms. The sight of Caitlyn in hers—crisp, formal, perfect—makes you flinch, even now. The cuffs hooked at her belt glint under the low light of the chandelier, a sharp reminder of how close this whole thing comes to falling apart every single time you see them.

They are falling apart, you think. All three of you.

Caitlyn shuts the door behind them, her eyes already scanning the room. “You’re hurt,” she says, her voice dipping into that soft, precise tone she saves for when she’s trying not to sound concerned. It doesn’t work.

“Not my blood,” you mutter.

That earns you a sharp look from Vi. “You shouldn’t even be here. You know what they’re saying about you up in Piltover, right? Enforcers are pulling double shifts trying to track you down.”

“As if I didn’t notice,” you shoot back, your mouth twitching with something too bitter to be called a smile. “You think I want to be here? I don’t exactly have a lot of options right now.”

It’s a weak excuse, and all three of you know it.

You hadn’t had to come here at all. You could’ve run further. Stayed in Zaun, burrowed into some forgotten hole until things cooled off. But you didn’t. You came here—their apartment, in Piltover of all places—and Vi’s scowl makes it obvious what she thinks of that decision.

But Caitlyn, true to form, softens before Vi does. She crosses the room, her long legs eating up the distance between you in a few steps. Her hand brushes your arm, light as a whisper, before moving up to tilt your chin so she can look at you properly.

Your mouth opens—some weak protest forming on your lips—but it dies when she meets your eyes.

“You’re lucky,” Caitlyn murmurs, her gaze trailing over your face like she’s cataloging every bruise, every scrape, every wrong thing she can’t fix. Her lips purse just slightly, a soft, worried quirk. “There’s a warrant with your name on it and your face sketched right at the top. If anyone else had caught you tonight—”

“They didn’t,” you interrupt. You force yourself to hold her stare. “And they won’t.”

It’s bold. Reckless, even. You know better than to make promises like that.

Behind Caitlyn, Vi scoffs. “Bold talk, coming from someone hiding in our apartment right now.”

Caitlyn’s fingers twitch on your chin, her thumb brushing just under your jaw. You see it in her face—the conflict, the silent battle between her sense of duty and something deeper, something softer. You wonder if she knows you see it, if she realizes how much you hate yourself for putting her through this.

“You can’t stay here,” Caitlyn says finally, stepping back. Her voice is gentler now, but firm. “Not long-term.”

“Like I don’t already know that,” you mutter.

Vi moves closer, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Her presence is a weighty thing, solid and grounding. Where Caitlyn is cool precision, Vi is something rawer, something that cuts sharper and bleeds deeper. “They’ll find you eventually, Y/N. If you keep coming back here, we’re all screwed.”

“And what do you want me to do, huh?” you snap, the words spilling out before you can stop them. “Keep running? Go to Zaun? You think I’ll last a week down there with Silco’s people crawling all over the place?”

Silence. Thick and suffocating.

Vi doesn’t answer, and Caitlyn doesn’t meet your eyes.

For a long moment, it feels like all of you are drowning.

Then, finally, Caitlyn sighs. The sound is soft, but it carries the weight of a decision she doesn’t want to make. She looks at Vi, and something unspoken passes between them.

“Fine,” Caitlyn says, her voice tight. “You can stay. But just for the night.”

You swallow, the tension in your chest loosening just a fraction. “Thanks.”

Vi’s eyes narrow, but she doesn’t argue. She just pushes off the wall, coming to stand next to Caitlyn. “You better not make us regret this.”

For the first time tonight, you feel something almost like relief. It’s fragile and fleeting, but it’s there.

Caitlyn moves first, gently tugging you toward the couch. “Sit. Let me clean you up.”

You don’t argue.

[l0relaii]

Okay so you know that scene where Mike asks jess if she's wants to invite josh up with them to the cabin?

So...

Mike x josh x reader because reader actually decided to invite josh up hdjshdgeb I need them both

he refused when jess asked "really? " , he wouldn't make that mistake with me..

you were all at the lodge for a weekend getaway and josh just told you about this guest cabin where you could spend the night

because last time you were there the whole lodge heard you and mike in your shared room

you were excited, to say the least

you could finally fuck the sense out of mike without worrying about being heard by anyone

"i can't believe he's sending us away"

"yeah well, if you weren't so goddamn loud last time maybe we wouldn't have to go now"

"me? loud? i'm sorry missy but i remember that YOU were the one who woke up the whole mountain last year"

"excuse me? so you're telling me i'm the reason we're being fucking exiled?"

"that's a bit harsh, i think sex-iled is more fitting for our situation.."

you burst out laughing. of course he made you laugh in the middle of your argument. well, you couldn't be mad at him anyways 🤷‍♀️

you're suddenly startled by josh appearing in the doorway with some keys that he throws at you , which you figured were for the cabin

"hey porn stars! you're gonna need these"

"porn stars?"

"i'd pay to see it"

"i bet you would.."

"i'm sorry to kick you out like this but i think some of us would like to get some sleep tonight"

"no worries man"

"i'm sure you're gonna find a way to.. entertain yourselves"

"mhmm.."

"oh, i almost forgot, you gotta fire up the generator so you can see where you're going.. it's dark out there"

then you see him disappearing back into the lodge, walking awfully slow, like he's expecting something

"i think josh was flirting with us"

"mkay? you wanna invite him up with us?"

"hell yeah"

"wait, i wasn't serious-"

"well i am"

"what the-"

"HEY JOSH? could you maybe help us with that generator thing?"

you see him coming back with a smirk on his face while adjusting his beanie. oh he knows what he just did

the walk to the cabin was kinda silent, but what were you expecting? should you ask him if he ever had a threesome before?

maybe that was his thing? maybe he liked joining couples

you certainly saw how he was rooting for chris and ash to get together and you kinda started to understand why 👀

you started to regret your spontaneous decision to invite josh, you remembered the shock on mike's face.. what if he gets more mad?

but then you saw it. the way he looked at you two and the bulge in his pants. oh he wanted this as much as you did..

when you got to the guest cabin you settled down on the couch while josh started a fire. oh he was attractive, very attractive, that's the main reason you invited him here

you couldn't help but stare at his arms as he fiddled with the fire wood and the matches

maybe he could lose that stupid beanie..

and you decide to help him with that

you sit up from your spot on the couch leaving mike to stare at you as you walk towards josh who's still crouched down next to the fire and you yank his beanie off

"eager, aren't we..?"

he sits up facing you and grabs your ass pulling you into him

you hear mike's breath hitch and the sound of his belt buckle

you don't even know how or when all your clothes disappeared and you made it on the bed

but now you're sat on josh's cock with your back pressed against his chest while one of his hands is squeezing and pinching your breast

mike is sat in front of you stroking his cock rapidly while watching the way josh is pounding into you

"mmfuck man, is she always so tight?"

"d'you like her?"

"hell yeah i do"

he accentuates every word with harsh thrusts into your cunt making your eyes roll to the back of your head

his hands push you forward so now you're on all fours with your head close to mike's leaking cock.

without even being told you wrap your lips around it while josh is still thrusting into you from behind

"ohh look at you babe.. so fucked out by josh but still craving my cock.."

[munv]

𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘.

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How long has it been? You can't tell, or more like you couldn't. Time didn't exist, and the few rare moments where you felt like it did? You tried anything and everything within your power to escape from this deep sleep, whatever it was. Maybe this was some really messed up fever dream? Or did the aliens beat the government and now you're in their little experimentation room? 

Then you started to feel it, that small pull, that would set you free. And so It did. It felt like a chain reaction of burning, and then feeling completely refreshed all over your body. It was painful, but as soon as you started to move your hands out of the cracked stone, you felt way better. It was only a few mere seconds, but life didn't feel so dull anymore. 

You squinted as you sat up from your crouched position, the vibrant trees surrounded you, and a breeze rushed towards your body. You struggled for a bit before standing upright, using a tree branch as leverage. The art club room where you had once taken shelter was gone, and instead you were embraced by Mother Nature at her finest. 

It's been a while since you've last seen so many trees. Normally they were all cut down for some kind of usage, like the desks you had at school. It finally struck you that you were in fact, alone. Not in the way that you had hoped when you were in school and you needed some alone time every once in a while.

No, now there wasn't enough noise to indulge in, no gossip to listen to during lunch, and no one to come and check up on you every once in a while. You were officially alone. Nothing but stone statues to grace your eyesight and greenery. The society that you once knew was gone, and you had to at least come to terms with the new environment, so with lanky arms and empty head, you began to get accustomed with your surroundings. 

  Step one: cover up

You fumbled a bit with the leaves that you were able to find and some vine, before successfully covering your most vulnerable parts

Step two: identifying sources of food and water

After rustling though many bushes, you finally came across what seemed to be a fresh source of water from a nearby stream, did it taste good? hell yeah? were you able to find food? fuck no

step three: explore surroundings 

Now this one was a bit challenging, because not only are in the wild with no where to call home, but there could also be wild animals. Without a doubt humans are no longer at the top of the food chain, since zoo's existed, you don't doubt that some pretty hungry beasts are roaming around right this second, even ones who aren't even native to Japan too. 

So that's how you began the hike of worry

So, scrap the whole "oh im alone and there's no one else on the planet now!" now you were face to face with what seemed to be a village. Your only problem? The two guards in front of you, who didn’t seem so keen on your arrival 

“Stop. Who are you and what do you have to do with this village?” His voice was like a sharp blade, a contrast to his counterpart who looked much more relaxed, but curious 

Almost as if it was instinct, you raised your hands "I don't have anything on me, I just need resources to survive is all". The brown haired man narrowed his eyes with something akin to malice. "We don't allow just anyone into our village. Begone"

'begone? what kind of-'

"Kinro, I don't think she looks like a threat! I mean, it's just some harmless girl!" 

'should I be offended or happy he's backing me up?..' you sweat dropped, by the looks at it he was basically feigning at the idea of a girl being let into the village. Pretty scary honestly but you'll take what you can get. "yeah! I'm just some...harmless girl!" you cringed at the words that just left your mouth.

"Rules are Rules Ginro, this is about trust, not about what you can do" he stood tall, spear in hand. He almost looked as if he was belittling you right now. Clearly he wasn't convinced. 

'so he's one of those types, this is gonna be a breeze'

"say, how about I strike you a deal?" you lowered your raised hands and outstretched one. Kinro let out a unimpressed grumble, before finally hearing you out. "I can prove to you guys the im not a threat, and for the hell of it? I'll even make you a promise."

"oh yeah! Kinro loves those so-" "Ginro." the blonde one gave a nervous expression before apologizing. "what if I beat you in a sparring match? Im assuming those spears you carry around aren't for show right?" 

Kinro studied you for what felt like a minute with an unreadable expression. "what are your conditions?" 

'perfect'

"If you win, I'll leave and you will never see me again..If I win however? I'll have the right to stay in your village. Although I have to talk to your chief for that, you cannot deny me access in regards to leaving and entering. Satisfied?" You kept your hand outstretched, waiting for him to take it. It wasn't too long before he gave a brisk nod and stepped forward to take your hand in his much larger one. "I accept your terms, make sure you honor them"

"I expect no less, mr Kinrou" you gave him a smile "..just Kinro, please." pink dusted his cheeks 

Kinro lunged first once it began, spear in hand, and it made you swear he probably had half a mind to kill you and be done with it. You sidestepped the blade, with it narrowly missing your shoulder. He gave you no time to catch breath before spinning his weapon around again in an arc, feeling the air slice as it passed overhead. Using the stone knife that was given to you by Ginro, you aimed for his side. He brought down the spear to block the strike. You stumbled a bit but recovered quickly, so in a desperate attempt, you twisted your body and slid down onto the ground and aimed for his legs. 

In one swell swoop, he lost his balance and began to fall. You used to the small amount of time you had while he struggled to position yourself onto of him, knife aimed to cut through his throat while your legs held him down; one hand holding down his arm.

Ginro watched with surprise as you easily subdued his brother, "Oh no Kinro!" he trembled at the hostility that filled the air.

"I give in." he said with labored breathing. "You have proven yourself more than enough" his once tight grip on his weapon loosened as his body slumped. You shared a strained smile "you fight well"

"same to you..ah, what's your name?"

"[name]. Just [name]"

[lil-lando-norris]

🥀 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 🥀

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

Pairing: Lando Norris x female!reader

Note: Also im sorry if you don’t like swearing or don’t do it like me but I think Lando would swear a lot 😊 and sorry if it took a while also

“Oh Lando,”.

Those were the only words you could say as he slammed the door of his house open, shutting it as soon as you’d run it after him.

His back was against the cold wood, his chest rising and falling like a wild stallion, galloping relentlessly through his ribs.

His face was frozen like a butterfly caught in ice, his wings unable to move, unable to fly from his terror, as you slowly wrapped your arms round his neck.

“Oh Lando,” you said again, muffled into the crook of his neck as he shakily held you, his eyes frozen in terror.

You’d seen him scared before, but that was when he was little, like when he had been scared of the dark…but no. This wasn’t the type of scared that you could leave in the hands of time to fix.

“Th-They found us,” he stuttered, the words sounding tight, like his throat was being restricted.

“I didn’t tell- I didn’t, they came and th-they found me, and-,” you cut him off, shushing him gently.

His words tumbled out like a river in a flood, chaotic and uncontrolled, drowning any sense of reason, until you shushed him, your finger on his lips.

“Lan- Lando,” you said firmly, “look at me,”.

He whimpered.

“This is a new world,” you said, your voice slow so he could understand, his head nodding slightly, his eyes wide with terror from earlier on.

“It’s a new life, and…and it’s the price you have to pay for being…for being good,” you said slowly.

Looking into his eyes, it felt you could see his heart.

You could see how his heart tore like a love letter, the ink of his naivety and his innocence smeared by the cruel hands of the media and the paparazzi.

..🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀..

From that day on, it felt like Lando had changed.

He was a mere shell of the man he’d once been, his shoulders tensed defensively, his face hollow and he always jumped whenever you spoke to him.

“Made breakfast,” you said, sliding a bowl of Lando’s favourite açai in front of him.

He said nothing, giving you a weak shrug.

“Lan,” you sighed, tilting his chin up as his gaze met yours, weak and heavy-hearted.

“I don’t wanna go back,” Lando said, his voice cracking as you pulled him into a hug - you hated seeing him like this.

“It’s not f-fair, I’m not a bad person,” he choked out again, clutching at your hand as you nodded, massaging his scalp with your nails, “and now they’ve ruined it…our little place-,”.

“Shhh,” you said, hushing him as he hiccuped, nestled into the crook of your neck like he had been the day you’d been found.

“I’ll be with you the whole time, right here-,” you pressed on his heart as he cut you off.

“You won’t, though!” he said, sounding like a distressed child.

“You’ll be here, away from me,” he hiccuped as you wiped his eyes.

..🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀..

And from that day on, he vowed never to take of the bracelet you’d wrapped around his wrist, not even when he was racing.

“Bye,” Lando said, his smile slowly returning to his face as he hugged you.

“I’ll watch every race,” you promised as he nodded.

“You better…or I’ll fly you out there myself,”.

“Get going, then!” you ushered him out the door as he blew you a kiss.

[kikyoupdates]

For Tomorrow's Sake ⭑˚💫⭑ 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦-𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑜

various!jjk x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn

You never believed reincarnation was possible, least of all in the fictional world of Jujutsu Kaisen. However, from the moment you meet Gojo Satoru, it’s impossible to deny. Whether it’s a miracle or some kind of curse, you find yourself growing up alongside the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Unfortunately, you know what the future holds in store. You know exactly what kind of tragedies await. Perhaps that’s why you were brought into this world. If it means saving people from a gruesome fate, you’ll gladly suffer in their place. You’ll do whatever it takes.All for the sake of a better tomorrow.

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It seems like Naoya is in the middle of an existential crisis, and you honestly don’t even feel guilty about it.   

He keeps looking down at his hand with a look of sheer disbelief, as if the injury might magically reappear if he stares at it long enough. You suppose, in his mind, your existence alone contradicts everything his clan has instilled in him. He’s only six years old, but a certain worldview has already been pushed onto him. And now, you’re watching it unravel in real time.   

Much to Naoya’s regret, he still isn’t able to come up with what to say, and by that point, it’s already too late.   

Zen’in Naobito steps into the room.   

Toji’s face immediately twists into a scowl. Well, not that he wasn’t scowling before, but it’s suddenly way more pronounced. Naobito is strong, of course, but if Toji were to let loose and fight him without holding anything back… he’d definitely kick his ass.   

Naobito is younger than when he appears in the canon series, but other than that, his appearance is largely unchanged. He’s even carrying a flask with him, the goddamn drunkard. The first thing he does upon plopping down on the cushion seat in front of you is throw his head back and take a big swig of god knows what alcoholic concoction he’s got in there.   

“So,” he eventually says, glancing from Toji, to Satoru, then to you . “What’s this nonsense I hear about training someone from the Gojo Clan?”   

“It’s exactly what it sounds like,” Toji replies with an icy gaze. “This girl asked me to train her, and I agreed.”   

“Why?”   

“Just because I felt like it.” 

“Ha,” Naobito scoffs. “Being an embarrassment to our clan wasn’t enough for you, it seems. You’re determined to make fools out of us all. To go as far as to sell yourself out to the Gojo Clan… how distasteful.”   

He proceeds to take another large gulp from his flask, and you wonder how he manages to stay somewhat sober with all the drinking he does. Well, that’s beside the point. You can practically feel the hatred radiating off Toji right now. This whole meeting wasn’t supposed to even happen canonically, and you actually wonder if Toji might lose control and start some shit. There’s really no guarantee how this will go.   

Still, you’d rather not create even more strife between clans, so you offer a reassuring smile as you gently squeeze Toji’s hand. Perhaps you’re reading into things too much, but the gesture seems to pacify him, at least for a little bit.   

“And you ,” Naobito says, looking even more repulsed all of a sudden. He’s staring pointedly in Satoru’s direction now. “I don’t recall inviting the esteemed Gojo Satoru for a visit. You just waltzed right in without permission, did you?”   

He really hates Satoru’s guts. Asshole leaders like him only care about one thing, and it’s elevating their own status. He can’t stand how much power and influence Satoru has, despite his young age. Jealousy, hatred, and bitterness seems to run rampant in the world of jujutsu sorcerers. Why can’t everyone just be chill?   

“I came here to protect [Name],” Satoru states, visibly unfazed.   

“Why would the girl need your protection? What exactly are you accusing the Zen’in Clan of?”   

“Nothing, really. I’m not sure why you’re getting so defensive. Unless you really did have something unpleasant in mind.”   

…ugh. The tension is so thick you wouldn’t even be able to cut it with a knife. You’ll need a goddamn chainsaw at this rate. As much as you trust in Satoru, he unfortunately has a tendency to pick fights left and right. Both as a child and an adult.  

You can see Naobito’s expression taking a slow and steady turn for the worse, but before he can respond, someone else cuts in.  

“That girl, [Name]... she knows how to use reverse cursed technique,” Naoya mumbles.   

You blink. Huh. Honestly, you thought you’d rendered him mute for the rest of this visit. He looked like he’d gone into shock. Actually, you forgot that he was still here at all, because Naobito’s presence just about takes up the whole room.   

“What?” Naobito frowns, casting his son a glance. “ She does? Don’t be ridiculous. Her cursed energy is incredibly scarce. She clearly doesn’t have any skill or talent. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen someone as inept as Toji to train her.”   

“I-It’s true,” Naoya insists. He pauses for a moment, clearly hesitant, but he eventually works up the nerve to point to the broken plate lying on the table. “I… accidentally broke that plate and cut myself on it. And then she healed me. I still can’t really believe it, but… it definitely happened.”   

It’s rather satisfying, you have to admit. Being able to render someone like Naobito speechless. Then again, you seem to do that to pretty much everyone. Maybe you secretly do have an innate technique. The ability to confuse the absolute shit out of people.  

“Impossible,” Naobito glares. “You must have played some sort of trick on Naoya. He’s still young and foolish, so he doesn’t know any better.”   

“It’s not nice to say that your own son is foolish,” you frown. “I mean, I kind of called him stupid earlier myself, but that was for a different reason.”   

“You called my son stupid ?”   

“...nevermind.”   

Toji barely manages to stifle a chuckle, and Naobito takes yet another swig of his drink— angrily , this time.   

“I don’t mean to cause any trouble,” you say. “But I need Toji to train me. He fights with cursed tools, and I’m trying to learn to do the same. I have to do this. In order to gain the ability to use reverse cursed technique, I made a Binding Vow. I’m not allowed to use my own cursed energy to inflict harm upon anyone, or I’ll instantly die. Toji is an expert at using weapons. No one else even comes close to being as good as he is. So… please let him continue training me. I really need his help.”   

“Whether he supports it or not, I’m going to keep training you regardless,” Toji scoffs.  

You know he will, but that being said, you’re not trying to start an all-out clan war. You’re supposed to be the peacekeeper in this world. That would be a little, um, counterproductive .   

“A Binding Vow,” Naobito mumbles. He crosses his arms and laughs, crudely. “Ha! I knew there had to be a catch. You’re far too weak to have learned such an advanced technique through normal means. So, you’ve staked your life on it, huh? I suppose I should applaud your determination, if nothing else.”   

You grin. “I’ll take the applause, thank you very much. Go on. You can start clapping now. Don’t be shy.”   

Much to your dismay, he doesn’t start clapping. Talk about weak-ass applause. It’s like he’s not even trying.   

You don’t notice it since you’re so focused on Naobito, but all the while, Naoya’s eyes are widening more and more. He seriously doesn’t know what to make of you. He thought you were all out of surprises, but apparently, he was wrong.   

A Binding Vow where you’ll instantly die if you break the terms of your contract? He’s never heard of such a thing. Jujutsu sorcerers actively risk their lives by fighting cursed spirits, yes, but no one has ever gone that far. What if you hurt someone with your cursed energy by accident? One tiny misstep, a single moment of negligence… and just like that, you’re dead ?   

“Why would you make a vow like that?” Naoya suddenly asks, his voice wavering as he utters the words.   

It’s not the first time someone’s asked you that question, and you doubt it’ll be the last. But it’s fine. You’ll explain yourself time and time again if that’s what it takes. There’s no shame in the choice you made. You believe in it wholeheartedly, and you will never, ever regret it.   

“So that I can help people,” you say simply. “I’m learning to fight with weapons so that I can hold my own against cursed spirits, but the most important thing is keeping everyone alive, right? That’s what I want to prioritize. Making sure that no one has to suffer.”  

Naoya’s cheeks redden, and suddenly, it’s as if a wave has crashed into him, drowning him in shame.  

He was so quick to ridicule you. To dismiss you as helpless and weak. He always thought that being strong meant the ability to fight and overcome opponents. At least, that’s what the Zen’in Clan has always taught him. But maybe… there are different kinds of strength.  

Maybe kindness is a strength of its own.   

The room goes silent for a while. You stare right into Naobito’s eyes, refusing to look away for even a moment. You may appear to him as a child, but he needs to see how serious you are about this. It doesn’t matter if he dislikes you. You don’t crave his approval. But at the very least, he better not stand in your way.   

“...fine.”   

You blink, somewhat taken aback. Naobito throws his head back and downs the remnants of his drink, then wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.  

“Do as you please,” he says, already standing up. “I won’t involve myself with this farce anymore. It’s a waste of time. As far as I’m concerned… neither you nor Toji are proper jujutsu sorcerers.”   

He leaves without another word. It figures that he made sure to sneak in one last insult before disappearing, but you don’t really care. At least he’s not going out of his way to persecute you, and for that, you’re thankful.  

“Phew, what a relief,” you sigh. “That went a lot better than I was expecting, to be honest. Probably because I’m so charming and charismatic. People find it difficult to say no to me.”  

Toji chuckles, and Satoru does the same. Naoya is still in the room, unable to overcome his disbelief, and you glance over at him, grinning widely.   

“Right, Naoya?” you muse. “Don’t you agree that I’m super charismatic? And charming? And pretty?”   

“I see you added something else at the end,” Satoru snorts.   

“Well, I only said it because it’s true.”  

The longer Naoya stares at you, the more twisted up and funny his stomach feels. Also, his chest is awfully tight. And warm. Does he have a fever? Is he getting sick?   

“Y-You’re weird,” is all Naoya can think to reply, and without warning, he books it out of the room.  

He hates that he secretly agrees with everything you just said.  

Especially the part about you being pretty.

You could train for all eternity, but even then, you doubt you'd ever be able to keep up with Toji.   

His Heavenly Restriction is something else. For a human to be able to move the way he does, without even an ounce of cursed energy… it's honestly kind of broken. No wonder the author had to kill him off so quickly. He was way too powerful for his own good.  

“I’m so tired ,” you half-sob, and rather than looking sympathetic, Toji merely chuckles.   

“I thought you were the one who said you'd never complain, no matter how hard it gets,” he teases. “Or did I just imagine that?”  

“I-I’m not complaining. I was just stating a fact. I'm tired, but I never asked for a break or anything! So technically I've stayed true to my word.”  

“If [Name] needs a break, let her take one,” Satoru scowls. “I'll seriously fight you, old man.”  

Toji arches a brow. “Is that a challenge?”  

“Why don't you test your luck and find out?”  

You swear you can see sparks flying between them—and not the good kind. As reassuring as it is to have two of the strongest people on your side, it feels like they're always just shy of clawing each other's throats out.  

Toji rolls his eyes. “Alright, well, since the brat is throwing a fit like always, I guess we can take a small break.”  

“I wasn't throwing a fit, asshole!”  

“This kid’s got a real mouth on him. [Name], are you sure you wouldn't rather pick a better friend? He's kind of annoying.”  

Satoru grits his teeth, just shy of popping a blood vessel, so you hurry to step in before the situation can escalate any further.   

“Toji said I’m allowed to have a break, so let’s all sit down and relax for a bit,” you suggest. “I packed bento boxes for all of us. I’m really proud of how they turned out!”   

You plop down on the grass and start unpacking the provisions you brought along with you for the day. Satoru and Toji both sit down beside you. Other than the fact that they’re still glaring at each other, it kind of looks like you’re all having a picnic together. You still can’t really believe this is actually real life.  

“Here you go, Toji,” you say, passing him a bento box with a bright smile. “You may already be super strong, but even you need your nutrients.”   

“If you say so,” he chuckles. He opens the box up, and you watch as his eyes widen. “Did you really make all of this yourself? Or did someone from the Gojo Clan help you put it together?”  

“I made it all by myself! I like cooking. It’s a talent of mine.”   

You proudly puff out your chest, and Toji can’t help but smile. It’s strange how your boasting comes across as endearing, rather than arrogant or insufferable. Your most impressive talent of all is clearly the fact that you’ve got everyone wrapped around your finger.   

Toji separates his chopsticks, and for some reason, Satoru is staring at him rather intently. He’s not glaring anymore, though. Rather, he looks like he’s determined not to look away, even for a second.   

Toji shrugs before lifting an egg roll to his lips and taking a big bite of it.   

“...”   

It takes a few seconds for him to process everything. At first, he’s just so confused that he doesn’t even understand what he’s tasting right now. The flavors are clashing with each other so forcefully, so violently , that before he even realizes it, he’s spat his food right onto the ground.   

When he looks up, he finds Satoru grinning ear-to-ear.   

“Haha! You really ate it, you stupid old man!” The boy hugs his sides as he throws his head back and lets out another howl of laughter. “Man, your expression is to die for! How is it? It must taste awful, right? Is it so awful that you feel like crying? Hahahahaha!”   

Toji’s expression darkens. He clenches his fists while glaring at Satoru, and he ends up gripping down on his chopsticks so hard that they snap right in half.   

You frown. “Hey, that’s no good, Toji. If you break your chopsticks, you won’t be able to finish your food. Thankfully, I brought spares. Here you go!”   

“No, I’m fine,” Toji insists. His face is several shades paler all of a sudden. “I think… you might be trying to poison me or something.”   

“What are you talking about? My bento box has the same stuff as yours. I just split up the food I cooked into three different boxes.”   

Toji watches, horrified, as you proceed to eat the same egg roll that nearly ended his life just a few moments ago. Unlike him, however, you do it without so much as flinching. In fact, you look like you’re enjoying it.  

“Is she insane?” Toji asks.   

“Probably,” Satoru reluctantly nods. “It was funny watching you eat that, but if you value your life, you’ll stay away from [Name]’s cooking from now on.”  

“Both of you are big babies,” you scoff. “I’ve said it before, but the food I make is ahead of my time. I’m an innovator. Culinary experts would definitely acknowledge my talent. Just ask Gordon Ramsay.”  

“If Gordon Ramsay ever tried your food, I think he’d retire from cooking altogether. That’s just how bad it is.”   

You shrug, unbothered. It’s sad that genius so often goes overlooked, but whatever. You’re not here to be the next MasterChef. You’re here to keep everyone happy and safe, and so far, you’d say you’re off to a good start.   

Eventually, you finish eating, which means your break is over. You let out a faint groan as you stand up. Your muscles are unbelievably sore. Setting aside your weak cursed energy, physically-speaking, you’re stuck in the body of a seven-year-old. Being a badass doesn’t exactly come easily at this age.  

“You’re not getting discouraged, are you?” Toji asks, likely remarking upon your downcast expression. “I hope you didn’t expect to get stronger overnight. It’s going to take more time than that. And it’s up to you not to give up.”   

“I know. I’m not giving up, don’t worry. I wish fighting and stuff came naturally to me… but it’s alright. I’ve got more than enough to be thankful for already. Like the fact that I’m lucky enough to have both of you as my friends.”   

“Huh?” Satoru gapes. “No way! Did you seriously just put me and this old man on the same level? I thought I was your friend, not him!”   

“There’s no rule that you can’t both be my friends. But I guess Toji is more like an older brother,” you acknowledge. “Either way, no matter how many new friends I make, you’ll always be my best friend, Satoru.”  

He crosses his arms and grumbles something under his breath. It’s always a treat to see him act so pouty and adorable. To think that Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, likes you so much that he wants to keep you all to himself.  

“Silly Satoru,” you muse, and without warning, you lean in and kiss him on the cheek.   

“ W-What? !”   

He practically leaps away from you, and his face is redder than you’ve ever seen it. He’s like a little tomato. You can’t help but giggle at his innocence. In spite of the heavy responsibility he’s been burdened with, he’s still just a kid, underneath it all.   

Of course, Toji just watched the whole thing unfold, and he looks less than impressed.   

“Let me know when you two are done kissing each other,” he sighs. “So that we can get back to training.”  

It’s safe to say that Satoru will remember that kiss for the rest of his life.

“...okay, [Name]. You said this machine is the one you had a good feeling about, right? Time to find out.”   

You nod, expression stern, as Toji balances you on his lap, both of you facing towards the machine in question. Toji pushes a few of the buttons to get started, and after a moment’s delay, he reaches out and pulls the lever on the side.   

Toji stares at the machine’s screen, which is shining with bright, fluorescent lights, as he barely even dares to blink.   

One, two, three, four of the same symbol, and… can we get a fifth?   

“Yes!” Toji suddenly exclaims. Echoing his outcry is a message that appears across the machine’s screen—which states that he hasn’t just doubled, or tripled, but rather, quadrupled the money he put in.   

It’s safe to say that your good feeling paid off.   

“Attagirl,” Toji praises, grinning widely as he pats you on the head. You beam up at him, and he scans his card to redeem the rewards he just earned. It’s nice to see him so happy. From what you know, in the canon timeline, there was little to nothing that he actually had to look forward to in life. He was always bitter, jaded, and resentful. Seeing that he’s able to genuinely smile around you makes you happier than you can put into words.  

Unfortunately, not everyone seems to share in your enthusiasm.   

“Excuse me, um, sir…? Th-This is a casino. Children aren’t allowed in here, so I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave���”   

You turn around, locking eyes with a very nervous employee. He’s outright trembling, the poor thing. Probably because Toji is a walking mountain of a man, and it doesn’t help that his eyes are sharp enough to cut glass.   

Toji pockets his casino card and picks you up in his arms. “I’m not leaving yet,” he says. “I’ll be on a win streak today, I can feel it. If I walk out now, it’ll kill my momentum. Also, [Name]’s my good luck charm. Don’t worry about her. She’s a respectful kid. And she’s extremely smart for her age.”   

“It’s true,” you nod eagerly. “I’m way more mature than I look.”   

“Even supposing that’s the case, we simply cannot allow anyone inside the casino unless they’re of legal age,” the employee insists, and you know you aren’t imagining the way he takes a hurried step back when Toji gets out of his seat.   

Toji stares at him for a few moments, which must be increasing the employee’s heart rate exponentially , but after a little while, he just shrugs.   

“Don’t worry about it. Anyways, [Name], where to next? Should I try my hand at blackjack today?”   

“S-Sir!” the employee calls out. He nearly trips over his feet as he (reluctantly) chases Toji through the casino. “Excuse me, sir ! If you don’t leave right now, I’m seriously going to have to call security—”  

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”   

The employee freezes in place, and you watch, somewhat amused, as he glances all around him, trying to locate where the new voice is coming from.   

Eventually, he looks down, only to immediately jump.  

“Ack! There’s another kid? Where the hell are all of you coming from?!”   

“Don’t call security,” the kid—who, of course, is none other than Satoru —repeats. “I’m warning you. Just let the old man redeem his money and then we’ll leave. We’re getting out of here, but if you stir up a fuss, I promise you won’t like what happens.”   

Gojo Satoru is renowned in the world of jujutsu sorcerers. There’s practically no one who hasn’t heard of him. However, in the regular world, filled with regular people, he’s just a kid. He’s not supposed to be particularly remarkable.   

And yet, the longer the employee stares into Satoru’s bright, piercing blue eyes, the more he gets this strange feeling. As if maybe, just maybe, this kid might not just be making empty threats. Maybe getting on his bad side is the wrong move.   

The employee would rather not fuck around and find out.   

“H-He’s just going to redeem his rewards,” the employee swallows, backing away from Satoru in a hurry, the same way he did with Toji a few minutes ago. “After that, he really does have to leave. O-Okay?”   

“But I don’t want to leave,” Toji frowns.   

“It’s okay, Toji,” you reassure, gently cupping his cheek. “We’ll come back another day and sneak in properly. By the time we’re gone, they won’t even know what hit them.”   

“Um, I heard that.”   

“No, you didn’t!”   

Toji lets out a heavy sigh. Regretfully, the fun has already come to an end, but at least he won. You never really thought of yourself as the lucky type, but you suppose you kind of are . After all, you met both Satoru and Toji before the main plot of the story was set to begin. You were fortunate enough to have been born in this world at the ideal time. You could have been isekai’d during the Shibuya Incident. Or worse yet, in the middle of the Culling Game.   

So, yeah. Maybe you really are a good luck charm. Not just Toji’s, though. Satoru’s, too. And hopefully, whoever else you meet from now on.  

You’ll be everyone’s good luck charm.   

It’s hilarious, because you swear the employee’s hair has turned gray in the few minutes since this interaction began. He watches, biting his nails from anxiety and dread, as Toji cashes out for the day, and finally, your mischievous little trio bids farewell to the casino.  

“Do you think we’ve been blacklisted?” you frown.   

“I doubt it,” Satoru says. “I warned that guy not to make a fuss. But even if we are blacklisted, we can just go to another casino. Although I’m not really sure why we have to babysit this old man in the first place…”   

Toji flips through the bills in his hand with a bright expression. He’s not even correcting Satoru for calling him ‘old man’ again. That’s how good of a mood he’s in right now.   

“You did good, [Name],” he praises yet again. “As a reward, how about I get you a treat? What about ice cream? Kids like ice cream, right?”   

“Ice cream sounds perfect,” you grin.   

You proceed to cling onto Toji’s arm while he affectionately ruffles your hair. Satoru watches with a slight pout, as jealous as ever, but as long as you’re happy, he supposes he’s happy too. As long as you’re happy, healthy, and safe. That’s all that matters.   

It’s rather ironic that he’s having these thoughts, because right then and there, he feels not one, but two unfamiliar presences.   

The bastards must think they’re hiding from him. They must think they’re tucked away, out of sight, not at all at risk of being found.   

How dare they underestimate him.   

You and Toji continue walking ahead, but meanwhile, Satoru stops in place, and ever-so-slowly, he turns around. His eyes are gleaming brighter than ever, filled with a hatred so deep, so fierce, that even from this distance, the two assassins can’t help but cower in fear.   

“Weaklings like you would never stand a chance against me,” he mutters. He continues staring, gaze growing darker by the second. “And if you ever dare to lay a hand on [Name]... I’ll kill you faster than you can even blink.”   

They can’t possibly hear what he said from so far away. But it doesn’t matter. All it takes is one glare from Gojo Satoru; one cold, chilling display of strength, and the assassins decide that very second that they’ll never go near him ever again.   

Satoru waits for a few moments, but sure enough, it doesn’t look like they’re going to try anything. Good. They may be weaklings, but at least they’re not entirely stupid. Anyone who would even think of attacking while you’re nearby is either missing a brain, or they have some sort of death wish.   

“Satoru, what’s taking so long?” you call out to him from up ahead. “Didn’t you hear? Toji said he’s buying us ice cream! Come on!”   

It’s amazing just how quickly the darkness in his eyes clears, and instead, a smile rises to his lips. You’re like the sun, shining straight through the clouds, even on the murkiest of days. He swears he’ll never get tired of seeing that pretty smile of yours.   

Satoru pauses for a moment, chuckles inwardly, then runs up to you and grabs you by the hand.

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A Little Legendborn/Bloodmarked (In prep for Oathbound) Who’s Your Daddy? Theory  

*Spoilers for both books ahead and mentions of Oathbound teaser*

We have about 41 days (at the time of writing) until Oathbound drops and what better time than now to explore a theory I have been kicking around ever since we met the illustrious Valechaz.  Those who have hung around my little page are not new to this, but if you are, welcome.  It is no secret that I think Erebus/Shadow King/The Hunter is the father of the one and only Valec AND Selwyn Kane.   There are ideas I have kicked around and figured it a good time to document them, so…

Here goes

Scent Signature Profile

Some time ago I did a scent theory profile for our crew (linked below) and in revisiting that, I noticed that Valec, Erebus, and Sel have a similar profile that falls in the oriental/woody category which brings forth scents of resins, vetiver, leather, incense and smoke.  In addition, the three of them share a similar color profile (also linked below).  There are many instances of black, reds, and golds.  All of them at some point are described as emerging from some sort of shadow.  These are the most shallow bits of evidence but…maybe not.

Valechaz and Selwyn (Who’s the Pappy?!)

“Told you not to mess with that red-eyed devil, but you did, didn’t you?  Ain’t nothing good coming from a man you meet at the crossroads, Pearl. Nothing.”

I have always found it very curious that the identity of both Valec and Selwyn’s fathers is shrouded in mystery.  Not to mention the name of Valec’s bar is referenced here.  In the Oathbound teaser, we learn that Erebus is essentially a shapeshifter who can wear many faces and be in many places at once.  We also know that he has lurked around the Rootcraft community for eons protecting his “investment.”  It is not yet known who the “Red-eyed devil” is, but knowing his capabilities it is not out of the realm of possibility.

“He may look like a baby, but that is their disguise.  They cannot be trusted because it is their nature to lie.  You know this, Pearl.  Just like his father, he will turn on you one day.”

I found this interesting because it suggests that this community had dealings with this type of demon/shapeshifter before.  Katherine says Pearl KNOWS this as if this knowledge is something common and she should know better.

“When I was young, my mother was killed by an uchel while on a mission.  After that, my human father fell into a liquor bottle and never came out.”

Selwyn says this with so much certainty only for us to find out a few pages later that, that was not the truth. It is never stated that he actually met this human father and if he had, it would be quite easy for the Shadow King to impersonate him especially since he was close to Natasia.  In essence, the identity of both boys’ fathers is unknown.

Peek a Boo, I See You

“Poor little cambion, little Kingsmage.  Leashed by the Order his whole pathetic existence and now manacled by them too?”

Valec’s taunting of Sel is top-tier, pure I will flirt with your girl and whoop your ass in front of her, older brother energy.  Their interactions are always tense and teetering on the razor’s edge of violence.  Selwyn despises Valec, not only because he flirts with Bree, but because he can see him for everything that he is.  He highlights his shortcomings and exposes them to the group.  I can imagine Sel felt this being in proximity to Nick in another way.  Nick being all the things he wants to be and be close to, but Valec exposes all of the things he is.

In all of Valec’s taunting (and ass-whooping) he also empathizes with Sel.  For perspective, as a formerly enslaved person, he would be well within his rights to hate Sel and everything he stands for, but he doesn’t.  He shows him mercy and understanding.

“When you’re a cambion, you’re caught between two worlds.  Always.  Not just two cultures or two communities, but literally two states of being.  Life.  Death. This plane, and the one that calls us back home in the middle of the night.  Most of us go a very long time without feeling like we belong anywhere.”

This was not only heartbreaking because we know in bondage, Valec experienced horror, not to mention being cast out.  The fact that he recognized the unique position of cambions in this universe and offered that grace to Sel only comes with the wisdom gained from the life he’s led. 

It does not seem coincidental that Tracy has given them this dynamic.  The line that he says to Bree “You can’t belong to an idea, Bree,”  The idea of slavery, mental and physical bondage, the Order.  You don’t belong to these things.  The idea that you were born as a unique being and that your spirit is autonomous even if your body isn’t.

Shadow Daddy

This brings me to Erebus.  Here is what we know:

He can shift form and travel through time and space rapidly.  He was in a close relationship with Selwyn’s mother (as Erebus) and has followed the Rootcraft community (whoring around if you ask me).  He is an opportunist and slips into bargains and situations that serve his purpose which is to gain power and ultimately get his crown back.  He is ancient.

The Parallels

The parallels and foreshadowing between him and the boys (I know Valec is old as hell) are glaring.  

The SK nameplate on Selwyn’s door

The fact that they have the same three-letters associated with their names (S.E.K)

Similar scent profiles and color profiles

Bree made a deal with Erebus at a crossroads in her journey, after seemingly exhausting every possibility

Valec’s bar being the Crossroads Lounge and he and Selwyn both being described as “Crossroads children”

The fact that Valec knows there is a Shadow Court, but Selwyn describes it as made-up children’s stories to scare young Merlins, hinting that he doesn't know as much history as he thinks he does.  

Also, in the Oathbound teaser, he has two Black children that he describes as his “Wards.”  I have so many questions.  Was Valec a “Ward” at one point?  I find it interesting that they are Black as well.

The lineage comes into play too.  Valec is evenly split.  Pearl was human and his apparent father was a demon *Whispers SEX DEMON*.  He says balanced cambions are rare.

Natasia is split but if Erebus (Shadow King) is Sel’s father that makes him more demon than human, not to mention the “Assload of oaths” he has attached to him, which are wreaking havoc on his life.  

I hope we get more answers to Valec’s and Sel's lineage in book three.  Either way, I am excited as hell.  I believe he will be key in helping our crew gain balance and send his daddy back to where he belongs.  

I would love to hear your thoughts, especially if you have the same theory that I do!  I have also linked some of my other nerdy works below.  Happy reading!

Scent Theory Part One

Scent Theory Part Two

LB/BM Top Ten

*Color theory is linked in one of the scent theories*

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AWHHHH ty for the tag!! i know i've got soooo many wips i wanna see from you heheheh... omg god i STILL have to check out some stuff XD life really does get away from you sometimes

i'll pass on the tag to @eevwrites and @infinitatis-ink i know you bitches got stuff in drafts. show us the goods. gimme. sample.

hhhhh... the forbidden texts... some of which have gone untouched for like. an entire year almost.

but i have some BESPOKE lines in some of my drafts. i swear to god. some of these are absolutely WILD sjhdflghdg i still love them even after months and months~

from my final heatwave fic, omega!gojo getting sex ed entirely from porn:

Satoru had always liked the idea of getting knotted. Like, what omega didn’t? You were his best friend, and you could confirm you liked the idea, too. The two of you had talked all about it – about everything, once you’d both presented and helped each other out through your first heats. The moment you’d reluctantly shown him your collection of knot toys, he’d ordered some for himself. You had to wrestle with him to keep him from borrowing one to try out, complaining that you didn’t trust him at all to sanitize it properly, and then there was that one time you and he were both in heat at the same time- Anyways, Satoru knew he wanted to get knotted. He just hadn’t found the right alpha to do it with yet. But now he has one, and now he’s finally going to get knotted, like he always wanted. So why, when Suguru finally grinds against his ass, does he feel ice in his gut? He tries to hide how he stiffens up but Suguru notices. Fuck. Didn’t it hurt if they didn’t fuck when they got hard? Like, in the porn, the alpha stepbrother always begs his omega stepsister to help him out just this once, and she agrees because she knows that his knot will be painful and hard for hours if he doesn’t cum inside some hot omega pussy. (Listen, he’s not proud of that one. He’d only clicked on it in the first place because the stepsister looked like… someone he knew.)

this fic i started in like. may of last year or something wild. it's such a fun idea, it's SO full of funny moments:

“This is what I looked like in high school. We dated a whole year, you know, I can prove it. The pictures are still up on his profile.” Piercing, bloodred eyes dart from the picture, and back to you. Fair enough. You looked like crap in high school, and you definitely look a lot better now. “I must have had a pretty fun personality, no?” His mouth opens up, but before he says anything, you put your face right up in front of his, eyes locked, smiling deviously. “Or I must have been a complete fucking freak in the sheets.” He barks out a laugh, and you know you’ve got him. Foot in the door. “You’d suck my dick to get a date to this stupid reunion?” Sukuna didn't take you for that sort of woman, but the teasing question falls from his lips so naturally. “I would suck your dick to make Satoru Gojo feel inferior,” You correct. Where have you been all of my life?

and this one is another super fucked up delicious wip of mine:

“Yo! Suguru!” He calls out cheerfully, dragging either twin by the hair. Their mouths are duct taped shut. “These are yours, right?” “Which one do you love more?” His eyes shine a painful white-blue. Like glacial ice in the sunlight. Suguru's breath leaves him. “What?” “Nanako and Mimiko, right? Which one do you love more? You can keep that one, and I’ll kill the other.” Ice in his lungs. His breath. He had never. Never imagined that Satoru would. “They’re innocent – they’re just girls – ” “Your girls killed two women. They’ve got two lives to pay for their crimes with, but out of respect for our long friendship, I’m letting you keep one. Isn’t that nice of me?” “Two monkeys?” He snarls helplessly. “Monkeys to you. To me, they were women. And I say that killing a woman is a crime worthy of death. Choose now or watch them both die.” It’s not a bluff. Suguru can feel him gathering his cursed energy, he can curse faster than Suguru could even dream of stopping him.

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show us a paragraph, line or dialogue out of context from your current wip[s]. if you aren't a writer, feel free to share one from the last fic you read! ♡

these are from three different wips, the last one is something i wrote in december 2024 (those who remember me talking about nanami and a desi reader...yea), and the second one is something my aashi (@fushitoru) has been asking for since the beginning of time [hint: salaryman choso]

— npt: @gojocon @norikuna @sonnytoru @starmapz @aishi-toru @baepsays @gojosoups @indiewritesxoxo @madamechrissy + anyone else

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“You’re a Disappointment,” An Analysis

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Seven years. Seven. Years. And it only just now finally hit me what Toffee truly meant when he called Marco a disappointment in Storm the Castle, and I feel pretty silly for not realizing it before.

Before Storm the Castle, Toffee has only seen Marco on two significant (canonical) occasions, Fortune Cookies and Mewnipendance Day. (As you may remember, Marco was MIA during Marco Grows a Beard, considering he was… physically trapped in that bathroom as his beard overwhelmed the house)

Fortune Cookies:

The entire plot of the episode, besides the ever enjoyable introduction to our favorite lizard, is Star once again being amazed by another Earth oddity: fortune cookies. She believes that the fortunes are genuine predictions of the future and are infallible and to be relied on for all of her future decisions (not helped by Marco who did influence this misconception by messing with her). This immediately establishes in Toffee’s mind— after learning from Buff Frog that she believes the messages in the messages in her cookies are fortunes— that she’s naive, impulsive, easy to stray, and immature. Of course, he very quickly learns about her impulsivity, fighting prowess, and stubborn will, but her naivety is what sticks out to him in this moment, and it’s what he takes full advantage of. (Note: I don’t think he actually looks down on her for these traits alone and expects her to be mature at all, I think he sees those traits going hand and hand with her age. She’s only 14, after all. Nevertheless, they are still traits he can use to his advantage to further his goals.)

This is something that Star has in common with the monsters Toffee has found himself within the company of. The only difference here? These are grown adults who he expects to have a bit more dignity under their belt, ESPECIALLY Ludo. While I’m sure he’s grateful that Ludo was naive enough to hire him with clever wordplay alone— overall assisting to further his goals— he can’t help but feel annoyed by the plain stupid amount of immaturity he possesses.

I think this is less so with Ludo’s army. Even if they share very similar traits, he knows they’ve been living under Ludo’s childish tyranny, and probably has a bit more faith that they can be molded into proper soldiers. Though, his patience is still worn extremely thin by their shenanigans.

Toffee takes advantage of this by planting a fortune in her bag, “Love is Always the Answer.” While I personally believe there’s a deeper meaning, it’s not relevant right now. But anywho, the core purpose is to let Star’s guard down enough so Ludo can gain ownership of the wand.

While Star believes the message hook, line, and sinker, Marco immediately sees past the ridiculousness of the fortune in such a dire situation. “What? Not in this case! Fighting is!”

“Really? Now??”

He immediately sees past the fortune, relying on logic to reason that such a simple trick is just that: a trick. Clearly Star’s pacifism isn’t working, and they need to make the rational decision to fight. He’s immediately proves himself to be the level headed one of the duo, the one who keeps his head on straight and is clearly the maturer of the two.

Marco saw right through the trap and displayed common sense and logic. And he was later vindicated when it was revealed to Star that the fortune cookie was a trap.

And I can guarantee you Toffee noticed this, and it was only further cemented in the next time Toffee sees him again.

Mewnipendance Day:

In this episode, Star is celebrating what she knows as “Mewnipendance Day”, also known as the Great Monster Massacre, where the first Queen of Mewni attempted to wipe out monsters from the face of the planet, an attempted genocide of innocent people who lived on the land she stole from them.

Star explains the entire story from the Mewman’s propagandized perspective, going through a pop-up storybook to demonstrate the beginning and the end of the massacre. She gives an explanation of the beginnings, skips past the actual genocide and fighting itself, and ends with “And the Mewmans won!”

And guess who’s the only person who notices and brings attention to it? Marco Diaz himself.

“Wait, but you just blew past all the important stuff.”

Once again, Marco is the one who’s calling out important things, looking deeper and more critically at the situation, opposed to everyone else who just goes along with it. He shows very clear and obvious signs that he’s more mature than his peers.

And let’s not forget, Ludo and Toffee are watching all of this through the surveillance device (the “all seeing eye”). Sure, Toffee is a tad distracted by the book he’s reading, but with how intelligent he is I’m almost positive that he’s multitasking here.

And Marco only proceeds to exceed expectations, actually going through the book and starting to see, at least in part, the true reality of the situation, calling it out and bringing it to Star’s attention.

“Star, I know the monsters are bad and all, but this seems… unfair.”

Marco demonstrates that he is willing to see past biases and to see reason. He sees past the blatant propaganda and revisionist history, at least in part.

Overall, he is actively more mature than the others with common sense that aids in critical thinking skills and nuance beyond what’d Toffee would expect at his age, especially contrasted against Star. And I think taking off rose colored glasses and seeing the monster massacre for what it really is (again at least in part) really helps with Toffee’s perception of Marco as some levity amongst the childish people he’s been surrounded with.

That is, until their third interaction in Storm the Castle.

Storm the Castle:

Toffee clearly sees Marco as a competent fighter, considering the double imprisonment with not only the chair that confines him but the crystal box prison too. He knows Marco is more competent and mature than most people in his vicinity

At least. He did.

During Storm the Castle while Marco is imprisoned, he takes on the traits seen with Ludo, his soldiers, and Star. He’s acting immature, he’s being impulsive, and he’s talking back with what he assumes is witty dialogue. He’s trying to act all tough guy, which clearly doesn’t work with Toffee. Toffee humors him a little bit during the sandwich dialogue, releasing him from the chair, and Marco immediately takes an impulsive swing at him, leaving him to punch the crystal and immediately writhe in pain at the impact. Marco then immediately throws away Toffee’s genuine attempt at offering him a meal. Toffee is a monster, and being a monster in Mewni means that food, especially good food, is invaluable, because it’s so hard to come by. Seeing Marco waste and make a mess of it without a second thought is probably the nail in the coffin.

Marco isn’t the slightly more mature young boy Toffee assumed he was. He had witnessed from afar Marco’s knack for nuance and critical thinking, a breath of fresh air amongst incompetence.

But as soon as they get one on one all of that is immediately washed away.

Marco is acting like everyone else he’s come across lately, openly defying the nuanced maturity Toffee had witnessed previously. He’s just like the others. He’s being childish. He isn’t special.

“You’re a disappointment”

It’s not some profound statement, there’s no weight behind it. Toffee had no expectations for Marco and wasn’t planning on using him for his goals. Marco just genuinely was not who Toffee assumed he was by his previous actions. Toffee was mildly genuinely disappointed to learn just how kiddish Marco really is. He really expected better.

I also think this explains why Toffee didn’t bother to put him back in the chair restraints. He really didn’t need to go that far with trapping him in the first place.

I don’t think Toffee is surprised, or even phased by it, Marco is a 14 year old child after all. I don’t even think Toffee’s expectations for his maturity were big, period, just the slightest bit of relief that Marco was a breath of fresh air amongst the sea of incompetence. But no. He wasn’t, as far as Toffee concludes at least. This one interaction completely killed any hope Toffee might have carried, and he would just roll his eyes for even allowing himself to put even a little faith in someone.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. Anyways…”

I know there were tons of theories on this, but the actual answer, as far as I’ve figured, is incredibly simple lol. And now that I’ve finally realized what that line really meant, I think it’s important to share.

[catsinaspacesuit]

After the announcement, every video I've rewatched feels like a slap on the face and i love them for that