#just gross & unfair honestly

[nimomo-mo]

Vent

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru

TW: implied noncon, yandere

fem reader

The way Gojo Senpai is so obnoxious, he doesn’t understand his flirting is making you uncomfortable…

He seriously thinks he’s making you fall head over heels in love with him even when you give him nothing in return to make him think that. He just thinks you’re embarrassed and nervous, flustered by his attention, and that’s the reason you divert your gaze and bite your lip when he has you against the lockers, leaning on his hand with his shades gliding low on his nose—telling you that you have no shot becoming a sorcerer, but that you look too cute in the uniform not to give it your best try. 

“Don’t worry, just say my name, and I’ll come save you,” he’ll say. “You can be my personal assistant supervisor instead.” 

His game isn’t anything to brag about. It's more in line with bullying than flirting, but you pick up on the suggestiveness. That heated saccharine look within his blue eyes can only mean one thing if the way he plays with your hair isn’t enough of a hint already.

But his words are nothing short of derogatory, and all in all, he simply makes you feel gross—a sentiment you thought you put across, but it seems that having six eyes only makes you blind.

It takes Shoko telling him to leave the poor Kohai alone for him to finally understand that you don’t like him. And then he’s just confused and embarrassed.

And a tinge bit irritated.

Gojo knows for a fact he could make any girl want him. Even those who seem to hate him would melt if he gave them the same attention he’s been giving you. Any girl. He could have any girl, but he chose you. And you reject him?

No. He can’t accept that.

“Most girls would be grateful for my attention,” He states plainly after having tracked you down.

Your head snapped, jolting. “Gojo Senpai—” You dropped the mop in your hands with a clatter, having been deep in your own thoughts on classroom cleaning duty. You sighed as the scare settled, giving a breathy laugh, “You scared me—”

“Is that it?” he interrupted. “I scare you?”

You quirked a brow with a tilt of your head. “What?”

“Do I scare you?” he repeated, louder, posted on the threshold in a stance you’d never seen him in—stiff and squared, not his usual lazy laidbackness.

Confused, your eyes looked around as if searching for clues but came up emptyhanded, “Uhm, I don’t understand—”

“It’s a simple question,” he said, cutting you off again, this time with a step into the classroom. He talked slowly, cradling the next words, “Are you scared of me?”

Where it all came from, you hadn’t a clue. But then again, Gojo Senpai has always been rather strange. 

Were you scared of him? It’s not really something you’ve ever thought about. Sure, if you were to go one versus one with him, you’d probably piss yourself. But in a regular setting, you just found him to be as grating as the next person.

“I don’t think so?” you end up answering.

“Good. So what is it then?” His shades were low enough for his stare to skim over. Brighter than clear skies, and yet, somehow, so dark. “Why don’t you like me.”

Oh, so he’s figured it out on his own then. It’s about time. And thank fuck for it—saves you the trouble of breaking it to him yourself. Though you were still left with the unfair task of telling him why.

“Honestly, Gojo Senpai, I’m not, or well… you’re just not my type.”

Stick to the basics, is what you told yourself. There’s no need to drag this out.

“Yeah, I figured. I’m asking why,” he countered, in complete disagreement with your thought.

Still, you wanted to fight for it. “Does it really matter?”

“Yes.”

This conversation was the last thing you wanted, but it seemed the white-haired prodigy wouldn’t leave without having it.

“Well…” you started, still pondering. Maybe he’d appreciate the honesty? He’s a rather straightforward guy himself. “I mean, there’s no way you don’t already know this, but—” You picked up the broom again mid-sentence. “You’re really obnoxious.”

He took a small second before he scoffed, “So? No one else cares.”

It reminded you of arguing with someone half your age—the petty anger in an ill-thought-through comment slung at you as if it carried all the weight in the world. But what everyone else thought of him hadn’t anything to do with you—and even so, out of the people on campus, you’re certain you’re not the only one who finds his attitude unpleasant—they just don’t tell it to his face. 

You had half the mind to tell him to go get a grip, but he was still your Senpai.

“Good for you, I guess?” You weren’t really looking to fight with him, after all. “So you can flirt with literally anyone else then,” you dismiss him and go back to finish cleaning the classroom—glad to have put it all behind you. You were starting to fear he’d never leave you alone.

There’s a woosh, then the hard thunk of your back hitting the wall. Both your upper arms are gripped tight, pinned. When you open your eyes again after adjusting to the impact, you look straight up into the full view of two crisp comet blues.

“You’re mighty rude for a Kohai. You know that?”

Your head stings. You blink crookedly.

“Senpai—”

“Maybe I’ve misjudged you. D’you have anythin’ for show to back that attitude up?” It’s eerie how he says it in the same flirty fashion he would otherwise—even the look in his eyes are the same. But his grip tightens.

“I don’t want to fight—”

“No?” he cuts you off with a pout. “I could've sworn you were asking for it—all but begging for it a second ago.”

You whimper, cowering at the sudden bite in his voice.

“What’s the matter, huh? I thought you said you weren’t scared?”

Your voice comes out weak, “Please, Gojo Senpai, I—”

“Please?” he questions brightly, eyes stark and burning like a stovetop. “Yeah, that’s got a nicer ring to it—suits you better.” The smile that splits across his face is nothing short of unhinged. “But it’s not enough for me to let your disrespect slide.” He licks his lips, and a chill runs up your spine, feeling like caught prey. “Lucky you, I know exactly what price to put on it.”

His mouth devour yours the same way—pouncing like a beast would, with teeth more than lips, then a tongue. You whine as you twist—it’s more instinctive than deliberate when your knee shoots up into the unprotected space between his legs—right into that thing that was rubbing and rutting against you.

You make a run for it as he staggers back with a hiss, but you don’t make it farther than three measly steps before you’re bent over the closest desk.

His fist wrangles your hair, using it to shove you face-down against the wood—the weight of his body on top of your back with his voice raspy against your ear. “We could’ve left this with a kiss, but I don’t think it’s gonna be that easy now.”

Tears spill hotly in a panic, but no matter how much strength you put into lifting yourself up, you remain down. Sobbing, “Let go—help—”

He snickers with a hand under your skirt, spidering delicately up your thigh. “Who’re you callin’ for help, hm? I’m already here.”

♡ GOJO SATORU masterlist ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Eddie drunkenly calls Buck from wine night, confesses some things. On ao3 here.

Eddie calls him at 11:34 pm, and it’s a Thursday, so that means a few things. It’s wine night, the biggest thing. It’s wine night, at Hen and Karen’s, and he knows those start around dinner time so Eddie’s got several hours of alcohol in him. It’s 11:34 pm and Buck got off work at 10:45, another thing, so it’s a toss up whether Eddie timed the call to when he was walking through the door (a feat possible after years of going back and forth between the station, the loft, and the Diaz house at all times of day and night) or if it’s just a drunken coincidence.

“Hello,” Buck answers the phone, dragging out the first half of the word, tossing his keys into the bowl on the counter.

“Buck,” Eddie says, voice bright and not very slurred, but he’s only said one word so far, and Buck sometimes secretly thinks he could probably say his name pretty steadily no matter the situation. Buck is pretty sure he could be all drunk or half dead and still be able to say Eddie just fine, anyway. “Hello. Are you home from, did you get home from work?”

Ah, so, somewhat drunk then. “Did indeed. You still at the Wilsons?”

“Did you, uh- was there fire?” Eddie sounds like he’s trying very hard to sound normal. Buck bites his lip against a snort.

“No fires. Just a half shift, remember. Pretty boring one, honestly.” I missed you probably isn’t fair to say, Buck covered the shift of his own volition, he could have been at wine night if he really wanted. But Donovan’s sister had a baby, what was he gonna do, not let the guy meet his niece? “Hope you had a better time.”

“Great time,” Eddie says, enthusiastic. “They had, uh, mini quiches.”

Buck grins at the empty room. “You’re a man who loves a mini quiche.”

A few seconds of whooshy silence where Buck assumes Eddie is nodding enthusiastically. “The- uh- they had the bacon kind. The kind, and with the- you know, there’s spinach? Can we go to Costco?”

“Sure,” Buck agrees, opening his admittedly pretty sparsely populated fridge. “Could use a grocery run.”

“And get the, get more quiches?”

Buck grabs a protein bar, smiling as fondly as he wants to with no one around to see him. “Yeah, Eds, we’ll get more quiches.”

“And you’ll take the spinach ones? And I get the good ones?”

Buck laughs. “The spinach ones are good. You can barely even taste the spinach, they’re just, like, warm and eggy.”

“Mmm,” Eddie says, doubtfully. “It’s not nice to lie, Buckley.”

“I’m not fucking lying,” Buck cackles. “Your spinach hatred is so unfair, what’d it ever do to you?”

“Taste bad,” Eddie says, adding a blegh sound for emphasis. “It’s like- like- it’s gross, I don’t believe you actually like it, actually. You just want to eat grown up food.”

Buck snorts. “Man, I hate to break it to you, we both turn 34 this year.”

“And I don’t feel like I have to prove that to anybody by eating nasty food,” Eddie says, nose definitely in the air. Buck shakes his head and takes a bite of the protein bar.

“Whatever, man. You just have to live with the fact that Chris is the one sneaking vegetables into your food.”

“You’re so mean. I’m not letting you have any of my actually good quiches.” Empty threat, they always end up sharing, both of them know it. “That’s not even what I called about. That’s not even-“ Eddie huffs so hard it sounds all crackly in Buck’s ear. “I called to tell you that I love you.”

Buck grins. Oh boy, affectionate drunk Eddie is here. He’d wondered just how much wine they’d got through and it seems like Eddie must be nearly a bottle in. “Aw, love you too, bud.”

“No,” Eddie says, and Buck can see the frown from here. “Buck. Listen. I’m in love with you.”

Oh. God. Oh god. “Uh-“ Buck says, stomach swooping all over the fucking place, “Uh- I don’t think this is a conversation we should be having while you’re-“

“Oh, fuck off, shut up. Shut up. It’s fine.”

“Eddie-”

“Buck,” Eddie says, in the annoyed voice he uses when Buck is trying to get him to eat yogurt with his fruit in the morning, or even a dastardly spinach quiche. “It’s fine. It’s fine. I knew you’d- why- stop it. Listen. I feel like this all the time. It’s stupid that I’ve never, like, I never just say this all the time. You’re, like-”

Eddie cuts himself off and Buck waits — sort of fearfully — for him to continue, but the silence keeps stretching on. Buck knows the other side effect of this level on the Eddie Diaz Drunkenness Scale is heightened distractibility, so he probably noticed a nice color or perhaps a bug. They spent a good twenty minutes hanging out with a grasshopper at Hen and Karen’s wedding towards the end of the night, because it was a lovely shade of green and a funny little guy. Oh god, Buck thinks again. I love this man. I love this man a ridiculous amount and we should absolutely wait to talk about it.

But: “You’re tall and you’re in my house,” Eddie says before Buck can do anything to stop him.

“I’m-” Buck glances around the loft. “Eds, I’m at my place.”

“What?” He sounds so indignant that Buck has to cover his mouth to hold a laugh in. “Why?”

“‘Cause I live here?”

“That’s stupid. You should live with me in my house.”

“Should I?” Buck asks, laugh escaping a little bit. “Also, wait, what does me being tall have to do with it?”

Eddie sighs, long and exasperated. “If you live with me you never have to go home and leave me because you’re already at my house. Your house. If you live with me you never have to go anywhere.”

“Never have to go anywhere?” Buck thinks he’s in shock, maybe, about all of this, but teasing Eddie is something that’s always easy to fall into. “I don’t have a job in this scenario?”

“Well you’d go to work. And other places. But you just come back to me all the time.”

“I’d like to come back to you all the time,” Buck says, choking a little on how simply it explains every ache in him. “Eddie-“

“And you’re tall because… it matters because you’re tall because…” Eddie’s voice is soft, his breathing is soft. Buck wonders where he is in Hen and Karen’s house. In a hallway, tucked away from everyone, the nice light from the stained glass lamp they have there warm on his face? On the back porch, out in the cool night air? Buck wants to tell him to come home, wants to make sure he’s warm. “I never had to look up at anybody before.”

“I’ve got like two inches on you,” Buck replies, but his voice is pretty quiet.

“It’s a big two inches,” Eddie says, just as soft. Then, also quiet but of an entirely different flavor, “That's- Sorry- that's what she said.”

“That's-” Buck snorts. “What-” and then giddy laughter bursts up out of him, baking soda and vinegar, foamy and ticklish. He cackles till he’s breathless, listening to Eddie’s responding chuckles over the line, and sinks down to the floor, back against the kitchen island. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“I scored better on my certification exams than you.”

“That’s not even true!” Buck protests over Eddie’s continuing laughter. “Only in two categories!”

“Overall percentage was higher!” Eddie reminds him, as he does every time they have this argument.

“Well, I remember building construction and related hazards better than you and that’s written down on official paper somewhere.”

“Not fair,” Eddie says, as he always says. “You- you did- you built those. Unfair advantage.”

“I think you’re overselling the kind of experience I got in a few months working construction like a decade ago.”

“It wasn’t a decade when you took the tests,” Eddie points out. “Whatever. Nevermind. And I don’t want to sound like- you’re good at remembering things. You’re not stupid. I don’t want to sound like you are.”

Buck taps his boot against the sink counter in front of him. “I know. You’re not either.”

“I know,” Eddie says, soft again. “But your hands are big, and… you’ve got stubble sometimes, and…” he trails off into just breathing on the other end of the line for several long moments. “Buck,” Eddie whispers in sleepover voice. “Have you ever kissed a boy before?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, knowing Eddie knows this, but playing along anyway. “I have.”

“What's it like?”

Buck hums, closes his eyes. He thinks about the few guys he’d made out with but never followed home when he got to Los Angeles. Thinks about the room he’d crashed in with Connor in Peru, with it’s one mattress and both their clothes living in suitcases because they were too broke to buy any other furniture. He’s still got a t-shirt for a school he never went to, a few sizes too small. The way they hadn’t shared a room once they were in LA, the girls Connor started seeing. He thinks about John from the ranch who left town the next day. He thinks about high school, Len McGuinty under the bleachers in the summer before senior year, both of them giggling and half terrified and the way they’d pretended to barely know each other when school started back up. Hard jawlines and stubble and muscles and height. Having something, for however long you get to have it. Wanting something, very badly. He opens his eyes and it’s almost a surprise that he’s still in the loft. That he’s not at Eddie’s house. All the time in the world there wouldn’t be enough. “It’s good, Eddie. It feels good.”

“Buck,” Eddie breathes, shivery.

“I want to live in your home all the time, and never have to go anywhere,” Buck says, repeats. “I’ll kiss you, if you want.”

“Buck-”

“I’ll love you, if you want.” Eddie is still drunk, Buck tries to remind himself. But it might actually kill him not to say it out loud when Eddie had said he feels like this all the time. How could he not say he feels like this all the time, too? “I’ll love you back. I love you back. I’ll eat all the spinach quiches for you.”

“Buck,” Eddie says, and Buck doesn’t know what expression is on his face, doesn’t know what look is tied to this tone of voice. Is desperate to find out. Quiet down the line for a few moments. And then: “It’s late.”

Buck pulls his phone away from his ear for a second to check the time. Nearly midnight. “Yeah.” His hands feel clammy. It was too much. They should have waited to talk. Eddie wants out now, and that’s fine. Buck will —somehow, skin of his teeth — find a way to be fine with that.

But: “I want to go home,” Eddie says. “Buck. Come and take me home.”

“And then-”

“And then stay.”

“Okay,” Buck gets to his feet, tosses the half eaten bar in the trash. Eddie’s house has food. His home has things to eat.

“Okay,” Eddie says, confident now, everything decided, everything for sure. “I’ll see you soon.

“Minutes,” Buck says, grabbing his keys, half running to the door. “I’ll be there in minutes.”

“Minutes,” Eddie says back. And Buck can hear his smile.

[looniez]

seeing a lot of unfair (and frankly misogynistic) hatred of zelda from a certain.... group... *cough* *cough*

it’s honestly gross and very bizarre that some people can’t let go of hatred towards female characters simply because they “get in the way” of their ship. it’s so weird. this goes for yona too!

seeing people getting mad and calling zelda “selfish” for having moved into link’s house and accusing her of booting him out and kicking him to the curb is a major headscratcher to me. like... even if link no longer lived there (he absolutely still lives there and they share the house. IT’S SO OBVIOUS), he would’ve given it to her by his own volition. zelda is not some manipulative monster who wants to use link and steal his house from him. she doesn’t force link to stick by her side. he does those things because he wants to.

it doesn’t matter if you ship zelink or not because the fact is that he cares about her. she cares about him. it’s really that simple. i’m just sick of seeing all the vitriol spewed zelda’s way when she hasn’t done anything to deserve it. this has been an issue in the fandom since BOTW came out but i’ve seen a huge spike in the grossness since TOTK released. get a GRIP!!!!

[justpoliteconversations]

Favor [Twilight x Reader]

You want Twilight to go exploring with you. Twilight regrets everything (and nothing at all).

Wrote this one for someone I was chatting with recently. You know who you are!

Masterlist

TW:

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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"Please." You begged in the sweetest voice you could muster, hands clasped together and eyes widened in your best attempt at puppy eyes. By the blush that crept up Twilight's cheeks and down the length of his neck, you were succeeding. You just needed to push a little more (just enough to break his resistance).

You placed your hands gently on his arm (oh, and what an arm it was. farmhand indeed) and gently squeezed, pushing yourself closer with a pout. Blinking up at him with obvious intent (not that it mattered. you could see his will breaking a little more with each flutter of your lashes).

"Please, Twi. Pretty please." You whined, reaching up to cup his cheek and turn his head back when he tried to turn his face away (trying to resist the temptation that was your pouty lips and sparkling eyes) "Baby. Please~ I need it. I need you~"

He choked softly, eyes widening briefly and face flushing beet red before he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and pinned his ears back. Going so far as to press his hands to his ears and shake his head in denial. Blushing scarlet from the roots of his sandy blonde hair to the sun-kissed skin peeking out from his fur collar.

"I can't. Time said we're not supposed to." He reasoned (whimpered), peeking one timid blue eye open. Only to yelp and cover his face with both hands when he found your own right up in his space, eyes boring into his own with mischievous confidence.

"Darling~" You breathed right up against the backs of his hands, grinning when his breath hitched and his whole body shivered. His ears perked forward to track you even as he pretended he wasn't listening. "My hero. My Link~" You cooed, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss across his calloused knuckles.

You saw the way his whole body clenched at the small action. How his breathing tightened and turned laborious around the quiet whine that was building in his throat.

Just a little more, and you had him. He was practically falling apart at the seams in real time right in front of you. Just another little push, and it would be your victory.

You kissed his hand again (lingering for the briefest moments. chuckling throatily when the man whimpered helplessly), before moving slightly to place another at his temple. Inhaling at his hairline, reveling in the shuddering breath that stuttered from his lips.

Twilight breathed, soft and pleading and quivering with emotion (submission in motion. the inevitable fall). "Please. I can't-" His breath hitched when you pressed your warm, moist lips against his senitive ear.

"Please." You whispered, cradling his tensing jaw in your hands, caressing the warm skin of his cheeks with your thumbs. "Just do this one little favor for me."

A shuddering sigh. The clenching of his sharp jawline under your hands. The tension building, building, building in his shoulders, his back, his neck. And then-

All the tension just rushed out of his body at once. Near boneless, he leaned forward, hands still covering his reddened face, and pressed up against the crook of your shoulder. Whining. "You're unfair. You know that, right darlin'?"

You laughed softly, nuzzling your face into the fluff of his oily (smells like wet dog. and hay. and sweat. and honestly it's kind gross but you like it anyway) hair as you wrapped your arms as best you could around his broad shoulders. Eyes alight with victory. "Yup!"

He sighed. Before a chuckle left his lips and he finally removed his face from his hands. His beautiful eyes painfully fond as he said, exasperated. "You're going to be the death of me, someday."

You just grinned. "Nah! You're too stubborn for that! Now let's go before the others get suspicious!"

He shook his head, before taking your hands in his and putting them to his flush-warmed cheeks. Inhaling slowly. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

The grin that split your face was nothing short of shit-eating and Twilight regretted everything.

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Back at camp (seated next to the fire just starting to rise to full strength), Wars smirked playfully as he leaned over Time's shoulder. "You're just going to let them wander off?"

Time looked over his shoulder to catch War's gaze, before a small grin (an impish grin. a frey grin) slipped across his lips. "Well. If they want to do a few extra patrols around the area, who am I to stop them."

Wars blinked. Once. Twice. And then he grinned wide enough to nearly split his face. "You're a menace."

Time blinked slowly, lips still curled up at the edges. "Now that's just unfair. I told them not to go, didn't I?"

Wars snorted in amusement. "I guess you're right." Then he put his cheek in his palm and hummed. "Wonder when they'll figure out there's nothing there."

Time smiled. Soft and genuine. Fondly. "Oh. Twilight knows. He just likes it when they ask for favors."

Silence. And then Wars was bent over howling with laughter (red faced and gasping with it). "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!"

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Back to the shadows to rest.

[raythekiller]

Ticci Toby nsfw alphabet :0? please and thank you!

🗒 ❛ NSFW Alphabet ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Ticci Toby

#Notes: ugh i love him sm

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A - AFTERCARE

Super touchy feely and gentle. Will clean you up himself, you don't even have to ask. Cuddles afterwards are a must.

B - BODY PART 

Another chest guy, boobs or not. His hands just gravitate towards it as you're having sex.

C - CUM

Likes coming on top of your stomach the most. Since you're normally barebacking and he doesn't want to risk anything, he pulls out last second.

D - DIRTY SECRET 

Well, he thinks it's a secret, but everybody knows he's never even kissed anyone, let alone had sex before.

E - EXPERIENCE 

As mentioned above, no sex experience, didn't even watch much porn like other guys his age, which is why he normally likes you taking the lead.

F - FAVORITE POSITION 

Matting press. Doggy if he's the one getting fucked, he's too embarrassed to let you see his face.

G - GOOFY 

He's more passionate than funny, since he takes it quite seriously. Will crack a few jokes after it's done, though.

H - HAIR

Actually pretty well groomed, likes to keep his junk clean. Too much hair and he feels gross. Not clean shaven, but fairly decent.

I - INTIMACY

Super romantic and passionate. The fact you want to do something so intimate with him makes his heart flutter, so he wants you to feel appreciated as well.

J - JACK OFF

Doesn't do it too often, never did even as a teenager. When he does, he doesn't even watch anything, just silence as he works his magic.

K - KINK

Here's a full post on his kinks.

L - LOCATION 

Doesn't want to admit it, but in the middle of the woods. Loves the idea of fucking you against a tree and the risk of getting caught.

M - MOTIVATION 

Mentioned this before, but dirty talking is a HUGE turn on for him. Just whisper something in his ear and he's yours.

N - NO

Similar to Ben, doesn't want to do anything to hurt or upset you, like impact play or degradation. Unlike Ben, he won't budge no matter how much you tell him it's okay.

O - ORAL 

Giving, definitely. Even though he has no experience, he's a fast learner. Won't stop until you've come on his face.

P - PACE

He gets a bit desperate, so he might now be as slow and sensual as he wants to. The thrusts become messy and fast after a little while.

Q - QUICKIE 

Prefers to take his time with you, so quickies aren't a very often occurrence. He wants to make sure you're completely satisfied.

R - RISK 

Pretty open to experimenting. Other than that, the most risk he'll take is, again, public sex in the forest.

S - STAMINA 

Oh, he'll go on for hours without breaks. It's insane the amount of energy he has. Though he comes pretty fast, he'll make up for it by coming multiple times in a row. As many as you want.

T - TOYS 

Doesn't own or like them that much, honestly, but if you wanna try it he's all game. That being said, strap-ons are a completely different story for him.

U - UNFAIR 

Can't tease or handle teasing. Doesn't mean he doesn't like it when you're a bit cheeky, though, but he gets worked up super fast.

V - VOLUME 

Fairly loud, also a whimperer. Doesn't speak much during sex, just incoherent ramblings about how good you're making him feel. He gets fucked stupid really easily.

W - WILD CARD 

Fucking loves it if you scratch his back while he's pounding into you. He can't feel it anyway, and it's a sign that he's doing a good job.

X - X-RAY

Pretty good size, about 8 inches, not too thick. Curves a little to the left.

Y - YEARNING 

Not too horny, honestly. You're gonna have to initiate it most of the time if you wanna get laid with him. Not that he minds.

Z - ZZZ

Can't sleep for a good while after. He just holds you untill you go out and stares at your face lovingly, tucking any stray hair behind your ear.

[starheirxero]

[rez anon]

EARTH WHEN I FUCKING GET YOU

'oh we made sure he knew we still loved him' yeah fuckin sure Moon the definitely felt the love when you left him fucking homeless.

'He's developed several bad coping mechanisms'

OK THEN FUCKING HELP HIM?!?!? YOU HAD BAD COPING MECHANISMS TOO?!

'Oh he said it was an accident but we don't know if it was a one time thing so we're gonna kick him out to protect the kids'

Moon was it a one time thing when you let killcode out to kill? You think you're ANY safer???

'I will always be your brother, I will always look out for you.'

Aint that the same fuckin thing you told Lunar? Cus you sure as he'll didn't follow up on that.

Gond fucking forgive Lunar act like Eclipse

Ill talk more later

WATCHED THE EP U SENT THIS ABOUT JUST NOW AND YEAH. YEAH.

I AM... JUST. BAFFLED. I AM SHOCKED AND APPALLED. THERE'S NO WAY THIS HAS ALL BECOME "FOR THE KIDS' SAFETY." The way Earth just immediately understood why they kicked Lunar out is just,,, augh. Yes Moon I'm sure Lunar felt the love just dripping from your statement of "you're lucky you're still even considered family." 😭

YEA THE WAY THEY TALKED ABT HOW LUNAR'S WAS COPING MESSED ME UP ACTUALLY. Like, the whole interaction of,,, "He's hidden so much from me." "That's just how he is." "I don't like how he is then." LIKE OH,,, OH. OW!!! YK??? LIKE FUCK. On one hand I am so painfully aware of the celestial family's perspective on this, and I know that Lunar has avoided proper help before. But on the other hand THAT FEELS LIKE SUCH AN UTTERLY CRUSHING THING TO SAY.

It just feels like,,, you got a look under their cheery little mask for the first time and saw all the gross anger and unhealed trauma underneath and you decided that's just... it? Earth, who stuck out for Eclipse, saw anger and resentment in Lunar and said she doesn't like who they are anymore??? Like. Am I reaching here or does that feel unfair?!?!!!

AND HONESTLY THE KILL CODE POINT. YEAH. Like again I get it. Yes it would suck to risk having repeats of this incident. But also like. The other family members have shit too that could be regarded with the same weird caution and it's like. cmon. I'm starting to wonder if it really is just a matter of Lunar being too astral to fit in with their entirely robot family, yk???

Like. Idk. Vague hand motions. Nexus fans I'm sorry I never understood you until now HSJABDJSN

[foxesscramble]

Advent Calendar: Day Nine

Playing in the Snow - Only One Bed - Rivals AU || "Take me instead."

Jean x Jeremy

@allforthegamebingo

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Jeremy was absolutely exhausted. Their game had been reckless and violent in a way he hadn’t appreciated. He knew that his team was pretty far on the nicer side of the game but it always sucked playing unfair and unnecessarily brutal teams. 

All Jeremy wanted to do was collapse on his hotel bed and sleep for eight years. He was rooming with Jean back in California so sharing a hotel room for the night was nothing. He had been a little nervous, considering the relatively new and frankly massive crush he was sporting for his friend, but at this point, he was so tired he couldn’t even find it in himself to care. 

It had taken everything in him to stay awake for the ten minute bus ride from the stadium to the hotel. Laila allowed him to continuously drop his head to her shoulder before jolting back up. 

Jean walked closely behind him as the team entered the hotel, and Jeremy could tell it was more for his own benefit than Jean’s. Jeremy, in a half-asleep daze, let himself tip back and rest against Jean’s chest as Coach talked to the hotel receptionist. Jean tensed a little, and Jeremy tried to pull away weakly, but Jean just wrapped an arm around him to keep him against his chest. 

Coach was taking too long to get room keys and Jeremy, suddenly far too comfortable, found he no longer had it in him to keep his eyes open. It felt like seconds but suddenly everyone was talking at once and Jeremy’s eyes opened lazily. There was some sort of debate happening and he tilted his head up to look questioningly at Jean. 

“There was a mix-up with rooms and one of the two-bed rooms only has one bed,” Jean said quietly. Jeremy huffs and closes his eyes again. “We can take it. I just want to go to sleep.” Jean stayed quiet for a moment and alarms started ringing in his head. “Only if that’s okay with you obviously. Otherwise, I will valiantly fight for a two bed room.” Jeremy felt more than heard Jean laugh. “You’re dead on your feet, Captain. I think you’d probably be fine with the hotel floor.” Jeremy laughed tiredly and nodded because honestly, that’s probably true at this point. “Coach, we’ll take it.” Jean hadn’t raised his voice but their team went silent nonetheless. Coach glanced at both of them and held out the room key to them.

Coach looked at the team and squinted. “At least someone can step up on this fucking team.” A few of their teammates boo-ed and Jeremy felt a laugh bubble up. 

Jean pulled back and put a hand on the small of Jeremy’s back as he led them to the elevator. “We’re on the fifth floor tonight. Give me two minutes to get you to the room and then you can crash.” Jeremy could’ve cried at the thought of sleep he wanted it so badly right now. “Thank God.” He was especially grateful that he had chosen to shower at the stadium instead of waiting until he got back to the hotel.

Jeremy waited (im)patiently for Jean to unlock the door to their room before throwing his bags down by the table and flopping rather dramatically onto the bed. Jean placed his bag carefully on his side of the bed before going to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth. Jeremy debated the pros and cons of brushing his teeth before finally deciding that he would feel too gross not to. 

Stumbling slightly as he made his way to the bathroom he got ready for bed quickly. When he finally crawled into the bed, Jean was already lying down and scrolling through his phone. Jeremy let out a huff and rolled onto his stomach reaching his arms around his pillow and taking a deep breath. 

He turned his head towards Jean and studied his face for a moment. Jean was breathtaking on a bad day but at night in soft clothes and an even softer presence he was ethereal. Jean turned his head to meet Jeremy’s eyes. He smiled softly at him and watched as Jean placed his phone on the charger. 

“You doing okay?” Jean asked gently. “I’m fine,” Jeremy answered at an equally quiet volume. Jean turned away momentarily, a fond, faraway look crossing his face. Jeremy realized quite suddenly that he stared at Jean enough to know that that was his Neil face. He has a Kevin and Neil face which are similar but entirely different at the same time.

“We played well tonight. They were a vicious team but we played well. You were great.” Jeremy whispered with a sleepy smile. Jean laughed lightly and brought his hand up to pat Jeremy’s head. “D’accord, mon ami, time for bed.” Jeremy would be dreaming of Jean’s accent for sure. “Alright, alright. Just warning you now though I get cold at night and tend to seek the warmest thing which will be you. If I wake you up or get too close just shove me.” Jean laughed and ran his fingers through Jeremy’s hair. Jeremy’s eyes were impossibly heavy and he felt a sense of relief at finally getting to close them.

“Pas de problème, mon cœur.” 

If Jeremy rolled on top of Jean in the middle of the night and Jean wrapped an arm around him to pull him closer, that was for them to know and them alone.

[landthatplane-blog]

More hypocrisy, more rants…

Fuck Helmut Marko. Honestly, why does he still need to slander Daniel? You’ve already made the decision. Not only wasn’t there a fond farewell, nor was he given the grace of knowing it was his last race. Post that shitshow in Singapore - he’s still talking about Daniel! Just be honest, this was about money and politics.

To start, Daniel’s season wasn’t anything spectacular, but he was on a run of improvements and certainly not usually bad enough to be dropped mid-season or not given a known last race. That said, per Marko, if Daniel “isn’t performing” in that dumpster tractor - fine, but then have the decency to acknowledge Checo in an objectively faster car also isn’t performing. The hypocrisy yet again. Admit, certain rules and expectations are being applied to different people.. If Daniel didn’t do enough - why is Checo still there? Objectively, if it’s about “performance” then they should both be out no? They acted like Daniel needed to perform miracles in that shit box, but fine for Checo to just get by most races (despite it potentially costing them Constructors). Never a fair fight. (Not trying to hate on Checo, just pointing out RBR/RB unfair expectations and narratives being put on Daniel). All to say, no one arguing DR should be guaranteed a seat/promotion/extension but I think most people agree (even non-DR fans) - a true goodbye or last race/season for 13 year veteran of sport - was deserved. His fucking family weren’t there because they didn’t know, he didn’t know until Saturday.

Last thing, I’m not condoning hating on LL, now or in future, but sir, read the room! You got the seat, you already won. The dream is in hand. To go around announcing you knew two weeks ago - have some humanity and emotional intelligence. Is it inexperience or is he rubbing it in everyone’s faces? He could have stopped at grateful for the opportunity, excited for the future.

Why has the whole ordeal felt so traumatic and hurtful? If we’re all feeling this, I can’t imagine what Daniel is feeling? As many people have mentioned, McLaren and 22 were bad, this feels worse. Permanent. And for all of CH’s bitching about McLaren, what’s happened here is infinitely worse. It’s like a real betrayal from a team he’s given so much to. He’s trusted them, and they couldn’t even be bothered.

ps if this was about 2025/2026 and decision was made two (or more weeks) - why did they string him along? Dangled the carrot with no real intention to follow through. The fact that they took advantage of his “Red Bull or bust” dreams is also gross. If they didn’t have intentions, they could have not tortured him all season. Maybe he could have had talks with other teams. Or enjoyed his last few races in peace.

so many should ofs, could haves….

[npd-hottakes]

It's unfair to judge people for things they did in the past.

Oh, someone did something bad when they were a teenager? Who the fuck didn't?

They made a mistake a few years ago? That's plenty of time to reflect

Saying people can't change is so gross honestly. Especially when the "bad" stuff they did was just them defending themselves against you

[writingseaslugs]

Che'nya: When He's Sick

Che’nya, my baby girl! Of course I had fun writing Che’nya, it’s always a blast when I write something for him. Also the scenario was just too funny to pass up in my head, so here we go. Hope you enjoy this little headcanon list of Che’nya being sick.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. 

Che’nya: When He’s Sick

When Che’nya gets sick, everyone is going to know. He’s not subtle about it, and he’ll be telling everyone he knows that he’s dying and to prepare for his funeral. He’s dramatic at times, but does find it hilarious when Riddle actually gets concerned thinking that he was being serious about it. Once it’s discovered that he just got a cold from staying out too late in the rain, he gets less concerned, which is no fun for Che’nya. Wanna know who is fun though and will probably take pity on a poor cat? The Ramshackle Prefect…aka you.

You’re gonna wander in from class to find a sick Che’nya on your couch, telling you how unfair life is and how you should take pity on him. In truth, he does look like shit. His shirt is barely hanging on and he has a thin sheen of sweat on him and a flushed face. Not to mention the red nose and tissues scattered around him. Poor boy is dealing with a horrible cold and probably does need someone to take care of him or else he’ll just rot away. He’s not going to mention how he can totally take care of himself.

He doesn’t like medicine, period. Sadly he chose you to go to in his time of need, so he’s having to take some or else he’s getting booted back to his own damn school. He’s going to be muttering about it as he downs the gross liquid and gagging at the taste. Why did they feel the need to make something like NyQuil so vile in the first place? Thankfully the sleepy feeling takes him over soon enough and he’s passed out on the couch so you can begin patting him dry with a towel and placing a chill one on his forehead to help alleviate the fever.

He only wakes up because of his stomach grumbling and notices he’s somehow been transported to one of the spare bedrooms you have. Whether you carried him there or got one of your friends is a mystery, but at least the mattress and blankets are more comfortable than the couch was. He’ll be dragging himself onto wobbly feet to your kitchen to see if he can snag something, only to be greeted by some soup and a note to say to eat it slowly while you’re away at class. Oh you’re just the sweetest, he made the best decision to crash here while he recovered, even if his campus is probably in a panic about where one of their students went.

Once he’s better he’ll be ditching to head back to Royal Sword Academy, but not before leaving you a small note as thanks. Expect him to visit a few times throughout the week to surprise you with thank you gifts. They’ll be the most random things he can find as well, but it sends a very clear message that he’s thankful you took the time to take care of him. Next time though, he’ll make sure to tell someone on campus that he’s going to be gone for the day so they don’t send out a search party. Honestly that in itself was a nightmare to explain when he got back, and of course you had some explaining to do of your own. Mainly because your own little cat made a comment about someone crashing on your couch.

[whateverdays-art]

i know a lot of people find mutsuki's story arc to be unfair and gross representation or something but.

cw's for gender trauma, dysphoria, sa, that kinda thing

honestly in a story largely about trauma, i thought there really wasn't anything wrong with it.

i'm mostly non-binary these days, but in the period where i was leaning more towards trans man, a lot of these were all. actually really valid fears, at least for me.

being forcibly revealed for what you "are" (or what others think, anyway). being forced into bad situations. "don't look, don't look" is actually a really on-point thought even still.

and gender is kinda soup and that line, "i'm such a girl" maybe speaks to a frustration with the inability to transition how one wants. the inability to "fit in" to your gender's stereotype, so to speak. (i went through that for a bit. constantly concerned if things were too girly. overly-concerned with presenting as masc.)

and so. with the knowledge that this demographic is super vulnerable, or maybe it's just the survivor in me, no, i don't feel like it's the horrible portrayal everyone says it is.

his story arc reflected some things about my life that were nice to see acknowledged in fiction.

i think if we start deeming certain portrayals as wholly "bad" or wholly "good", we run the risk of erasing stories that are important to people. we run the risk of limiting ourselves, in general to only a certain kind of representation. how often have you seen the "brave of heart, dumb of ass, twink transman" sort of trope in lgbtq+ stories? that's. not all there is to all transmen, i promise. there's as much a variety as there are people.

if it's not good rep for YOU, that's okay!

to say it's "objectively bad representation" is, i think, a bad and possibly dangerous take.

[lonigiri]

eunseok nsfw alphabet

minors dni!

a=aftercare: he runs a bath for you, he knows he takes a lot out of you when you have sex so he makes sure to pamper you afterwards

b=body part: his favorite body part on himself are his hands. he loves his hands, more the hand prints that he leaves on your ass from how hard he slaps it. his favorite body part on you is your ass, he looovveess doggy so much because he can see the way your butt jiggles when his hips slap against it. loves leaving hand prints on your butt esp when he knows you'll be in a bikini the next day so the prints will be on display

c=cum: cums on ur ass and back and thighs, he isnt really a big fan of cumming inside of you honestly but he loves painting your skin with his cum

d=dirty secret: he LOVES when you pull his hair when hes eating you out, and just in general, he would never admit it bcs he knows you would make fun of him for sounding like a bottom

e=experience: hes pretty experienced, i wouldnt say his body count is through the roof but its not zero, he knows what he likes, and he also knows what you like and thats all the matters to him

f=favorite position: like i said before he loves doggy, or anything to do with ur ass being in the air, loves the way your ass jiggles

g=goofy: i wouldnt say hes "goofy" but i wouldnt say hes like serious either. but ig hes "serious" in this situation, hes not like cracking jokes or anything, ig you're the funny one bcs hes fucking you silly

h=hair: hes not like completely shaved down, but hes def trimmed, keeps the hair short bcs if ur sucking his dick he doesnt want his bush to get in your mouth he thinks its gross

i=intimacy: he is not super intimate, he will have intimate sex with you if its like your anniversary or something but its mostly rough

j=jack off: he doesnt masterbate like, ever, why should he if he has someone whos willing to do it for him whenever 😁

k=kink: impact play, loves slapping you around, slapping your ass, your face, your tits, and you love it as much as he does

l=location: hes not really a big fan of doing it anywhere besides the bedroom, but like if yall are watching a movie on the couch yall will do it there

m=motivation: he loves when you wear short skirts, or shorts, or anything that shows off your ass. he always tells you its only for him though, if you wear stuff like that around the guys he'll kill the guys for looking at you and then you for wearing it around them

n=no: doing anything with the other members, hes made it very clear that he would never include them in yalls sex life (not that you need it) he just thinks it should be between the two of you and no one else has to be involved

o=oral: goes both ways, he loves when you suck him off but he also loves eating you out, like he cannot choose which one he likes more

p=pace: fast and rough‼️ you can probably only count on one hand how many times you've had slow sex with eunseok

q=quickie: LOVEESSS quickies, since his schedule is so packed he can barely fit you in so when he can he makes the very most of it

r=risks: takes risks sometimes, not without asking you first ofc, he always says hes down to try anything once

s=stamina: he has so much stamina lord its crazy, he gets so hard so fast after cumming its crazy. he can probably go for 7 rounds without stopping 😭

t=toys: he doesnt really use toys, he doesnt think him or you will benefit from it

u=unfair: oh hes such a tease, he can do it forever without getting tired of it

v=volume: he doesnt really make sounds, he does talk dirty tho, calls you names like slut, whore etc,

w=wild card: when he first met you he thought you were the prettiest person ever, like genuinely he had never seen anyone like you before. he saw your pretty makeup, your eyelashes batting, and he knew he just wanted to ruin you, wanted to make your pretty makeup smear, have your long eyelashes wet with tears. and thats what he did, he had you screaming his name under him and that was just the first round.

x=xray: hes about 8" and hes pretty girthy, bro is not messing around with his cock 🥲

y=yearning: he doesnt think abt the act of having sex, he thinks about you in general more, just about how pretty you are, and then that gets him going

z=zzz: he doesnt fall asleep that quickly, he usually lets you fall asleep before him

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[disventurecamptakes]

Hi mod jake it’s good to have you back

Anyways taking back the take I sent in a few months ago about DCAS being good. Lmao no it’s not. It’s like they’re going the extra mile to give us the absolute worst boot order possible and for some of the shiftiest, most boring plotlines in history. I don’t feel an ounce of sympathy for connor’s gross capitalist union busting ass with the Riya situation, they gave gabby possibly the most unfair elimination in the entire disventure camp series, and it took fucking forever for characters like Aiden and Yul to leave. I’m thankful for grett and gabby’s friendship because it was the only good thing we’ve recently gotten but now that’s gone too. I do have really high faith in DC4 and even auditioned for one of the characters, but honestly with DCAS we should have known this was gonna be hot garbage as soon as Fiore was booted and lost the return challenge. This shit is even worse than season 2 of the TD reboot and that’s really saying something- ONC is shoving shitty romance plots into our faces really hard but unlike s2 of the reboot there’s been like 3 of them this season instead of just one. Can we please, please go back to the high quality plots of season 1 that didn’t revolve around romance? Thanks

-🐈

Thank you Cat Anon, also based

[part-time-zombie]

Bare Minimum Hug

pairings: platonic intruality

summary: patton feels bad for how he's been acting towards remus and the others, and he wants to make things better. maybe this is as good a start as any.

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, touch-starved remus, angst, fluff, this is wholly self-indulgent/projection lol, remus may feel slightly ooc as a result sorry, brief mention of dead animals but it's not that bad/graphic i swear, guilt, lots of cuddling

word count: 3974

Patton knows he can be too much sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time, but he was working on it. He was always too affectionate, too strict, too overbearing. He realizes now just how harsh he’s been on Thomas and the other sides and he’s been trying to avoid upsetting any of them. The last thing he wanted was to make anyone upset.

The biggest thing he’s been working on was how strict he was with Thomas. He’s been more lenient on things, giving him the space to breathe and simply exist without becoming overwhelmed in guilt. He’s been dealt enough of that from Patton already.

Most of the guilt now was his own. Patton felt so terrible for how things turned out, for Thomas and for everyone else. He knew it was all his fault, really. He was too tough on Thomas and held him to an impossible standard, he was dismissive of Logan and unfair to Roman. Virgil had told him time and time again to stop treating him like a son, and he kept pushing his boundaries. No wonder Virgil didn’t talk to him much anymore. He wasn’t even all that kind to him earlier, when everyone only knew him as Anxiety. Patton kept him and the other dark sides away for so long just because of his own ridiculous stance on what good and bad are supposed to mean to him.

Were the dark sides really even bad at all? It was getting harder to find a clear answer to that question lately. At first, he thought it was a straightforward yes. Yes, of course they were bad. They would push Thomas to lie, fill his head with awful thoughts, and paralyze him with fear. It wasn’t all their fault, though. Virgil didn’t want to hurt Thomas, he was just keeping him safe. And Janus was helping out too, to Patton’s surprise. In fact, he had been the most helpful for Patton as he worked to unlearn some of his more hurtful ideals. No, they weren’t all that bad. Not really.

But what about Remus? He wasn’t evil or even all that bad, probably. Maybe. He was a little scary and mean sometimes, but then again so was Virgil, and he’s one of the sweetest sides out there. When he wants to be, at least.

Still, Remus was just… strange to Patton. Not necessarily in a bad way, but maybe not in a good way either. He didn’t know what to make of him, really. He would bring up some of the most awful stuff with a smile on his face, laugh about horrible ideas as if they were the best joke in the world, and even hurt and scare the others with little to no remorse.

But at the same time, he was kind of fun to be around, in his own way. He did seem to like Patton's dad jokes and puns even when no one else did, and Patton honestly thought the gift he gave Virgil was sweet. Gross, but sweet.

And all Patton could think to give him was a stupid air fryer.

Janus had called him out on it right away, exposing just how little Patton really knew about Remus, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of shame. His gift really was awfully shallow, wasn’t it? Everyone else’s gifts were all so good and he couldn’t even bother to figure out what Remus’ favorite color might be, opting for a plain white kitchen appliance that would most likely end up in the trash.

Maybe he could give him a proper gift later to make up for it. He could ask Janus for advice on things he might want and make sure that whatever he gave Remus was bound to be something he’d love, even if Patton didn’t really understand it.

He should work on that, honestly. If he wants the other sides to trust him again, he’d have to see where they’re all coming from. He needed to figure out their boundaries and teach himself to actually respect them this time. He already knew that Logan and Virgil weren’t the biggest fans of being touched or coddled, and he made efforts to give them their space. He tried to listen to Roman about how he was feeling, and he worked to see Janus as more than just Deceit. He just didn’t understand what to do about Remus.

From what he saw, Remus didn’t really want or need anything. In fact, Patton would argue he was one of the happiest sides out there, weirdly enough. Sure, the others had hidden how they felt from him for a long time, but he had learned how to spot the signs by now. It was how he knew how badly he had been hurting them, but he never saw any signs of anything being off or wrong with Remus. Well, no more off than he usually was.

Then again, Remus seemed like the type to not get all that upset by much. Insults rolled right off him, and he reveled in chaos and drama. Honestly, Patton was pretty sure that Remus would only be bothered by the things that Patton liked.

Remus probably didn’t like him, and definitely wouldn’t like him trying to get close.

Which is why it was such a surprise to Patton that Remus came up to him one day, asking very excitedly to talk to him.

It had been a quiet day in the Mindscape, with most of the sides either busy working or in their rooms. Probably avoiding Patton too, if he were to guess. This meant that he was alone in the living room with Remus. He tried not to get too nervous about that.

“What’s up, kiddo?” Patton asked, plastering a smile on his face.

“I wanted to give you something,” Remus replied, bouncing eagerly in place.

“Oh, really? Why, what is it?”

“Well, I was thinking about the present you gave me,” he started.

Patton felt his heart sink. “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that.”

Remus tilted his head to the side, looking like a confused puppy. “You’re sorry?”

“I should have tried to do more and given you something you’d actually enjoy,” he explained, fidgeting with his hands as he spoke. “I needed to try to get to know you better, and I just ended up giving you something you probably don’t even like.”

“Oh, of course I don’t like it, dumbass,” Remus said with a smile. Patton thought to call him out for cursing but decided against it.

“I fucking love it!” he continued, jumping to exaggerate his point.

“Wait, really?”

“Hell yeah! There’s so much stuff I can fry with this thing! So many experiments, so many pranks, I’ve been having a blast with it!”

“Oh,” Patton replied, not sure of what else to say. “Well, I’m glad you’re having fun with it.”

 Remus actually liked his gift, even when he could have done more. He even liked it enough to tell him so to his face. At least he did something right.

“In fact, I wanted to give you something too,” Remus added as he eagerly shoved a box into Patton's arms.

It was almost as big as the gag gift Janus had given him, though it was definitely way heavier. Maybe it really was the corpse of a sea lion like Remus had mentioned, though he definitely hoped not. Curious but still a little cautious, Patton started peeling back the newspaper that acted as improv wrapping paper, almost dropping the box in surprise once he finally opened it.

Inside was a plush patchwork cat.

“His name is Roadkill, but I also call him Patches,” Remus explained.

Patton gently took it out of the box, holding it close. It was warm and soft in his arms, with all the proportions and sturdy weight of a real cat. “Where did you find this?”

“Which part?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, I got the fabric from a bunch of Roman and Virgil's old clothes, but I found the bones by the side of the road. I kinda thought the name gave that away.”

Patton wasn’t sure if he was hearing him right. “Bones?”

“Yep. I took the bones from a dead cat and put them back together with a new, cloth skin,” Remus grinned. “This one you can’t be allergic to.”

Remus then reached forward and started scratching the ears of the plush, making kissy noises at it. Before Patton could process what Remus meant, he felt a slow, steady vibration coming from the stuffed animal. It was purring.

Patton watched in awe as the stuffed cat lifted its head and slowly nuzzled Remus’ hand, moving slightly in Patton's arms. It was moving, purring, living.

“Wait, Remus, do you mean that this…”

“Yeah, it’s alive. Again, technically,” he chuckled. “And he doesn’t need to eat or breathe or anything, so good luck on finding a way to kill him. Not like you really can, anyway. He’s a magic plush zombie cat, he’s not gonna die on you.”

Patton's heart was ready to burst clean out of his chest. Remus had given him a gift. Not just any gift, he found a way to give Patton his own cat that he’s not allergic to. Even though it was a little morbid to think about how he pulled it off, it was still the nicest thing anyone had ever given him in a long time, maybe ever. The cat nuzzled against his shoulder, and Patton felt himself tear up as he held it tight.

“Aw, shit, are you still allergic to it?” Remus asked, quickly taking the plush cat from him and setting on the floor. “I thought it wouldn’t mess with you if it didn’t have any skin.”

“No, it’s not that Remus,” he answered, wiping his eyes and already missing the weight of the cat in his arms. “I’m not allergic to it.”

“Then why the hell are your eyes all weepy?”

“I’m just so happy. This is just about the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Remus lit up at that. “Really? You like it?”

“I don’t just like it, sweetie, I love it.” Patton replied, pulling Remus into a tight hug before he could think about it. Gosh, he hadn’t given any hugs in a while now for the sake of other peoples boundaries, and he missed getting to just hold onto someone like this.

Remus only tensed in response, every muscle tightening as Patton held him. Patton realized this all too suddenly, and quickly let go of him. Was he uncomfortable? Did he not do hugs either? It would make sense; he never really initiated any kind of physical contact with anyone. If that were the case, then Patton just up and hugging him without warning must have really upset him, especially if it made him flinch like that.

Patton took a step back, watching as Remus stared back at him with wide eyes and a blank expression, not moving an inch. He saw the plush cat, or “Roadkill”, as Remus named it, rubbing itself against his legs and letting out a loud and comforting purr.

“You just hugged me,” Remus muttered in a quiet voice. Patton had never heard him talk so quietly before, or to make such a shocked and open face.

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry Remus, I didn’t mean to- I mean I just didn’t think and I…”

“You’ve never hugged me before.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I mean, I get that you’re probably not much of a hugger and all but…” Patton trailed off, guilt consuming him all over again. Wow, he had messed this up. Again. When will he realize no one else likes hugs that much? “I’m really sorry…”

“Who told you that?”

Now Patton's guilt was replaced with confusion. “… what?”

Remus seemed to come back to himself, crossing his arms and fixing a skeptical scowl on his face. “Who the hell went and told you that I don’t want hugs? Was it Janus?”

“No one, I just kind of assumed that maybe you didn’t. You never really asked for any, and you flinched just now when I hugged you.”

“Oh. Right.” Remus looked away for a second, picking at one of his fingernails. “It was just real sudden; I didn’t know how to react, is all.”

“What do you mean?”

Remus’ eyes flicked back up to Patton's for a moment before looking back away.

“No one really touches me enough for me to figure out how to do it right.”

Patton tried to wrap his head around everything. He had just wanted to thank him for the wonderful gift, then he thought he might have hurt him by hugging him, and now… now Remus was admitting that not only has he been deprived of hugs for far too long, but he’s also apparently wanted one this whole time. Had no one ever touched him before?

“What about Janus?”

Remus scoffed, the confident edge from earlier returning to his voice. “C’mon, does he look like the touchy-feely, huggy type to you?”

“Oh, I guess not,” Patton answered. Remus must be awfully neglected then, huh?

“Do you… I mean, can I give you another hug?” he asked.

Remus smiled again, though it was softer than the manic ones from before. It looked gentle and almost vulnerable in a way that Patton almost didn’t think Remus could be.

“Would you?”

Patton didn’t need to be told twice, immediately giving Remus the biggest, warmest, tightest hug he could manage. He felt Remus wrapping his own arms around him in return as he pressed his head into Patton's neck with a barely audible whine. He held onto Patton so tightly that he almost found it hard to breathe, but he didn’t say anything about it. By the looks of things, Remus really needed this.

Patton gently ran his fingers through his hair, ignoring the layer of grease he felt, and noticed how much Remus melted into the touch. How badly must he have wanted a hug? How long had he been craving any kind of positive touch, only to be avoided like the plague? He must have suffered in silence for years without anyone noticing, likely never getting a chance to experience what it was that he was missing out on.

The thought brought tears to Patton's eyes again as he held Remus even tighter. He was to blame for this, wasn’t he? If he hadn’t pushed Remus and the other dark sides away, maybe he wouldn’t have been ignored and abandoned like this. Maybe Remus wouldn’t be currently shaking like a leaf in his arms because this very well may be the first real hug he’s ever gotten from anyone before.

Patton felt his heart break all over again at the realization.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t realize how lonely you must have been. I promise, I’m going to fix this. However long it takes, I’ll make it right, okay?”

“How?” Remus muttered into his shoulder, his voice tight and strained.

“I’m not fully sure, but this is as good a start as any. And you can always come to me for a hug whenever you need one, no matter what. I’ll always be there to give you as many hugs as you want, alright? It’ll be okay.”

Remus nodded, sniffling quietly to himself. “Can we… maybe watch a movie? I’ll let you pick, as long as we can cuddle. I think that’d be nice.”

“Of course, sweetie. We can watch as many movies as you want.”

Patton could feel him smiling against him, and he gave him one last squeeze as he finally let him go. Remus whined slightly in response, but Patton quickly comforted him.

“Hey, I’m just gonna go get some movies set up, okay? Go get the couch ready and I’ll be there with you in a second.”

Remus nodded again, picking Roadkill up from where he was sitting at their feet and summoning a few blankets for the couch. Patton popped in Lilo and Stitch before taking a seat on the couch, welcoming Remus to sit beside him.

The pair got comfortable, with Remus leaning against Patton and his legs draped across his lap. Patton had an arm wrapped around Remus as he played with his hair, with Roadkill purring by his other side, seemingly happy to just doze off next to him all day. Not that Patton minded, though. He’d probably be cuddling his new pet for the rest of the week. Remus and Patton were wrapped up in a cozy blanket and sharing a bowl of popcorn as the movie started to play, with Remus occasionally throwing a few dirty jokes in. Patton didn’t mind as much as he thought he would. More than anything, he was just happy that Remus was enjoying his company. No one else seemed to like being around him all that much anymore, and it was nice to just watch a movie with someone.

Especially now that the someone in question was currently snuggled up warmly against him and, as Patton was now noticing, gradually falling asleep.

Patton couldn’t bring himself to wake him, instead letting Remus rest his head on his shoulder as a makeshift pillow as he lowered the volume to let him sleep. He looked so calm like this, peaceful and content in his arms, and Patton couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Remus feeling so at ease around him.

As the credits rolled, Patton grabbed the remote and turned the tv back off, busying himself by playing with Roadkill to pass the time. There was no telling how long Remus would be asleep for, but Patton would be willing to wait.

It didn’t take long for him to wake up, shifting and stirring out of his nap a little over an hour later, accidentally booting Roadkill off the couch in the process. The cat let out a huff before wandering to the kitchen, leaving Patton to contend with a waking Remus on his own. He rubbed the sand from his eyes with a yawn and a groan, and Patton offered a smile when Remus finally looked up at him.

“Did you sleep okay?”

Remus looked dazedly around the room before turning back to him. “The movie’s already over?”

“Yeah, sorry you missed most of it. We can watch something else if you want.”

“You didn’t wake me up.”

Patton didn’t know what to say to that, shrugging lightly at him instead.

Remus blinked rapidly before squirming where he sat, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave or hold Patton even tighter.

“What’s the matter, kiddo?”

“It doesn’t make sense,” Remus started. “You could have woken me up, or pushed me off the couch, or run away when I was sleeping. Why didn’t you?”

Patton wasn’t sure where he was going with this. “Well, that would have been rude, and I wasn’t going to stop snuggling you just because you dozed off on me.”

Remus stared at him in surprise for a moment, blinking furiously.

“You… you didn’t leave,” he muttered, voice trembling, “You stayed, you didn’t- even though- I just- I don’t…”

Patton carefully guided Remus into another hug, gently stroking his back and holding him tightly as he started to shake in his arms.

“It’s alright, kiddo,” he soothed, his voice barely audible past Remus’ shaking breaths and heaving sobs. “It’ll be okay. I’m right here.”

Remus continued to cling to him, holding onto him like he was worried he’d disappear if he let go. Patton did his best to comfort him, instructing him on taking deep breaths as he continued to play with his hair and rub soothing circles in his back. It seemed to help, as Remus slowly settled down and the sobs turned to quiet gasps and hiccups.

The two sat like that in silence for a moment, Patton still holding Remus as he got himself sorted out. He’d never seen Remus cry like that, heck, he hadn’t even seen Remus cry at all. He didn’t think he was the type to cry about much of anything, but then again, he didn’t think Remus liked hugs either. It looked like there were a lot of things he had to learn about Remus, at least a lot more than he thought.

“You feeling better?” he asked.

Remus gave him a nod and a whimper, still not moving from his lap.

“You wanna tell me about it?”

Another whine, before Remus finally, somewhat awkwardly, shambled off his lap.

He sat next to him with his knees tucked to his chest, rocking slightly and looking anywhere that wasn’t at Patton.

“Anyone else would have pushed me off,” he muttered. “They wouldn’t have let me fall asleep on them in the first place. Hell, they wouldn’t have hugged me at all.” He let out a hollow sounding laugh, one that lacked any humor. “I mean, I get it. I’m gross and stinky and scary and mean and nobody in their right mind would ever want to touch me or even be around me if they can help it. I’m fine with that. But I didn’t know hugs felt that good. I got a little carried away, like I usually do. I just don’t get why you stayed.”

Patton felt something tug painfully at his heart at the admission. He had no idea that Remus was suffering so badly. He always seemed so brash and self-assured, like nothing could ever get under his skin, and yet he was brought to tears over something as simple as falling asleep while watching a movie and cuddling. Then again, as simple as this was for Patton, it was something Remus must not get a lot of. Logan hardly interacted with him, Roman and Virgil avoid and openly hate him despite their shared history, and Janus clearly isn’t very affectionate or kind to him even when he knew no one else was. Remus probably hadn’t been treated this kindly or gently at all, and now the one person to treat him like he wasn’t contagious or monstrous is the same person who’s most responsible for putting him in that awful situation. The same person who doesn’t even know him.

Honestly, it’s no wonder he cried. Patton would have cried too, in fact he still might.

Patton slowly reached up and cupped Remus’ cheek, delicately tracing the small scars he found there with his thumb as Remus lean into the touch.

“Remus, sweetheart, I am so sorry that it got this bad. I didn’t realize how badly you were hurting this whole time, or how lonely you must have felt. I should have known better, or done better, and I wish I could go back and undo all of that. I had no idea you had been going on for so long without any kind of affection, but I promise I will do everything I can to make up for it. I won’t leave you, or make you leave, okay? I’ll always stay with you.”

Remus stared back at him with wide, watery eyes. “You promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Stick a needle in your eye?” Remus finished, a light chuckle returning to him.

“I hope I won’t have to, but yeah. I promise.”

Remus smiled again before shuffling closer to him.

“So does that mean I can have another hug?”

Patton returned his smile before holding him tightly again, relishing the content hum he got from him in return. “You can have all the hugs in the world.”

Patton knows he can be too much. Too overbearing, too strict, too affectionate. But maybe now, when it comes to Remus, being too affectionate won’t be such a bad thing.

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Me at Kotoko's third interrogation question-

"Reading comprehension is piss poor."

Q.02 Can you speak any languages other than Japanese?

Kotoko: English. If just a simple conversation level counts, then also Chinese and Korean.

Boy howdy I wonder what she could be using simple conversation level Chinese and Korean for? It defintely can't be for what it says on the fucking tin.

Let's ask,

Q.03 What is the reason you learned Chinese and Korean?

Kotoko: Chinese was simply because a lot of people spoke it. Korean was because I had learned taekwondo prior to that.

Oh at least we know Kazui was right and she does know taekwondo I guess.

20/07/09

Kotoko: Kazui, you do martial arts right. ……what type? Judo? Kazui: Ah, my main is…… judo, and kendo. I also know a little bit of karate. You must have some martial arts experience too, right, Yuzuriha-chan? I can tell by looking. Hmm… probably a combat type…… I’m guessing not karate…… is it taekwondo? Kotoko: ……I’m not telling you. Stop ogling me like that. It’s gross. Kazui: I-isn’t that a bit unfair?

But Gunsli shouldn't you be happy you're the one who brought up the whole Chinese and Korean being languages people training to be cops in Japan learn. Along with Taekwondo being a form of martial arts that could fall under other martial arts that one could learn to become an officer and Kotoko said she learned Taekwondo prior to beginning to study Korean. Which would align with-

Look I just want to know something new not get confirmation for things I could have and did just see with my own eyes. Far before this.

Then to make the situation worse English a language she admits to having a better grasp of than both Chinese and Korean just goes unquestioned. Like oh well knowing English is normal of course she would want to learn English. That's only reasonable. No, it's not. Even though English is taught in some schools within Japan it's about the same as most schools in the US teaching Spanish or schools in the UK teaching French.

Just because it's taught doesn't suddenly mean the populace has a fluent grasp of that language. So, I find it difficult to not be like why were Chinese and Korean singled out? When she knows a whole other ass language that is just as unnecessary in the area in which she resides?

ClassTracks- How Many People Speak English in Japan?

World Population Review 2024

I really want that at any level part of the second image to sink in. Which means out of those estimated to speak English in Japan not all of them would be considered fluent in it or even at the same level Kotoko reports herself being at with Korean and Chinese.

So, why was English excluded from this question? Despite it being the language, she states she knows without any hesitance and better than the other two she's asked about here. Why the fuck were Chinese and Korean singled out exactly? Why did she learn English. Who knows that wasn't in the question so who cares honestly.

Not even going into this Nippon article that explains the English proficiency in Japan is on the decline. From December of 2023.

So, pushing to the side that her answer when she was asked what languages she knew already implied she learned Chinese and Korean to speak to others. Why the fuck does she know English- Why not ask for clarity on all three languages she has stated knowing instead of singling out the other two. This question is so fucking weird. On top of not really telling us anything that we didn't already know or wasn't already heavily implied.

While somehow being incredibly iffy on top of that. Because asking about her learning these other two languages but not English implies that learning English is implicitly normal and should not be questioned. When it isn't and it never has been, especially when it is not the native language of the country one lives in.

Learning a language is expensive, difficult, and time consuming. Especially when it's not one that is actively used within one's environment. Her knowing English should not have gone unquestioned because it's a privilege to learn a language outside of one's native one. It's a privilege to have access to resources that allow you to do that. Especially taking into account literacy in general isn't that good globally.

Like I don't know what's not understood about this but being able to read in itself is a privilege. Being able to read a privilege what no everybody can- Here's the US statistics on that.

On average, 79% of U.S. adults nationwide are literate in 2024. 21% of adults in the US are illiterate in 2024. 54% of adults have a literacy below a 6th-grade level (20% are below 5th-grade level). Low levels of literacy costs the US up to 2.2 trillion per year. 34% of adults lacking literacy proficiency were born outside the US. Massachusetts was the state with the highest rate of child literacy. New Mexico was the state with the lowest child literacy rate. New Hampshire was the state with the highest percentage of adults considered literate. The state with the lowest adult literacy rate was California.

The National Literacy Institute

Illiteracy is a problem everywhere.

NHK World Japan Why linguists are worrying about literacy in Japan (2019)

For a plethora of reasons at that. So, of course I find it odd for one of these languages to just go unquestioned like that. Even as someone who only speaks English, I find that incredibly weird. Plus, as we've shown it's not exactly common to know English fluently in Japan either. It's not really common for people without a certain level of privilege or connections like family to teach them to know more than one language. Especially for a language as difficult and finnicky as English but that went unquestioned.

Like what the hell is up with this question. I can't even find a silver lining to this. This question is just... Well, it's a question that was asked, I guess.