#look i know the writing sucks. but it's so bad it's good

[andiberzatto]

would love to see your take on something where reader has an oral fixation. and they just need carmys fingers in their mouth when there having s*x especially when she is about to finish. and he knows this about her and always makes sure to take care of her in this way. thank youuuu!!! love your writing btw 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Soooo I might’ve got a little carried awayyyyyyy😋🫣 this is so…ugh- I picture like you come back from university and Carmy needs you so bad. He’s possessive and jealous imagining you at college parties surrounded by boys all semester so when he gets you alone when you’re finally home he’s dirty and teasing and dominating and UGH-

NOTE BEFORE READING : contained Dword Carmy and teasing and taunting.

Carmy watches you drool on his thick fingers, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. He curls his fingers slightly pushing them deeper into your mouth to encourage more drooling, “look at you so content with daddy’s fingers in your mouth..”

He smirks darkly as you hum contentedly. “That’s just how I want you- pacified and mindless with pleasure. Those college boys.. they never did this for you huh? Never made you act like such a pretty drooling slut?”

You nod softly with his fingers still in your mouth.

He gently pets your face with his free hand, keeping his pointer and middle finger lodged in your mouth. “Such a good girl, sucking on my fingers so sweetly. Those college boys never saw you like this huh? Never saw you dependent on my cock or fingers, practically fucking drooling.” He taunts her.

Your eyes flutter at the praise, fuck it’s so hot when carmy got like this with her after she’d come back from university. Wanting and needing to show her just how much she needed him like he needed her. Showing her he can’t be replaced.

He notices your reaction and his expression softens with understanding- you’re absolutely starved for his attention and dominance. “Are you getting wet just from having my fingers in your pretty mouth?” He pushes his fingers softly, watching your eyes roll.

You moan softly, your hips squirm softly from where he has you pressed against the wall in his apartment. You didn’t even make it to the bed.

His lips curl into a wicked smirk as he registers your desperate attempt. He slips his fingers out of your mouth slowly, letting them pop free with a saliva slick sound. “Looks like daddy found his girl’s weakness..” he taunts knowing she will whine about the lost contact.

Your lips stay parted as she chases his fingers reaching to grab his wrist, “no!” She blushes softly realizing she yelled, “sorry… I just”

He holds his hand out of reach, teasingly.

She pouts, “please can I have them back…”

Carmy smirks at your pouty lips and pleading tone, instead of putting them back he traces your bottom lip. He could be so cruel sometimes in the best ways. “You can get my fingers back as soon as you sit on my lap like a good girl…”

He stands back and walks to the bed, sitting down and patting his lap softly. To which you don’t deny, you strip down to nothing but your knee socks and straddle his lap.

He smiles softly, teasing her center with his fingers before putting them in her mouth. “Open up, baby. Suck my fingers clean for me.” His other hand coming to support your waist as you stay on his lap. He groans at the sight and feeling of your warm mouth on his fingers again, tasting yourself. He can feel your body relaxing and your eyes growing heavy and unfocused as you fall into a submissive state. “Fuck… baby…”

Carmen slowly slips two fingers inside you as you suck on his other two on his hand adorned with “SOU” on the knuckle. The faded traditional lettering barely peaking under your lips. He feels you tensing, ready to break and come undone.

You come hard, drooling around his fingers as he pumps his other hand to help you ride it out.

He growls possesively, watching as you shake and convulse. Clamping down on his fingers, as he continues to pump into you prolonging your orgasm as you drool and whimper around his fingers, “that’s it princess… I got you… daddy’s here…”

His baby is now limp and sated on his lap, sucking mindlessly on his fingers like a pacifier. He smirks softly petting your hair back from your face, “you did so good for me…” he mumbles against her hair, he can feel your cheeks still hollowed out from sucking and the drool pooling at the corners of your mouth.

You tap his belt softly asking if he’s gonna have you sit on his cock too, never stopping the suction on his fingers.

He grins, amused and aroused by your wordless request. He shifts slightly using one hand to undo his belt and jeans while keeping his fingers where they are at home in your mouth. “Such a smart girl…” he manages to slide his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself. “Thats right baby… I’m gonna give you what you need.”

You straddle him again, and he holds himself with his free hand to stabilize his cock so you can ease yourself on him.

His baby is now fully sat on his lap, his thick cock deep inside you and your mouth stretched around his fingers. He realizes his knuckles are touching your lips, making you look even more stuffed and filled. He growls softly finding this view incredibly hot.

He watches your pleased gaze and nods, understanding the unspoken need. He keeps his fingers firmly in place as he starts to move his hips with measured thrusts. Each upward grind pushes him inside you completely til his pelvis bone rubs your clit eliciting muffled moans around his fingers.

Youre too far gone to ride him, just wanting to sit and suck his fingers while he fucks into you.

He sees the glazed look in your eyes and knows you’re completely lost in pleasure. He takes control, his hips moving faster and more forcefully. Each thrust deliberately hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll. The sound of your muffled whined around his fingers spur him on, he wraps an arm around your waist pulling you close and lifting slightly so he can pound into you.

He can see the barely there gaze, the way your eyes struggle to stay open as you get closer to the edge. He loves breaking you down like this, reducing you to a whimpering, drooling mess on his lap. His pace is almost brutal his hips snapping up to meet your sitting position. He can feel your pussy fluttering around his cock, knowing you’re on edge. “Cum for me baby… please”

He feels your climax hit you like a tidal wave, your walls squeezing him tight rhythmically. The sight of you completely shattered on his cock, drool trickling down your chin, and those barely conscious eyes push him right over the edge after you, “fuck! You’re such a good girl…”

“That’s it baby…such a pretty little mess for me. Look at you cumming all over my cock..” he continues to fuck you through your mutual orgasm, prolonging it for both of you.

ANYWAYSSSS, SOOOOO I HOPE THIS MEETS YOUR VISION. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ANGEL BABY<33333

[hyeinspo]

C　८ 𐔌 . ⋮DAMIAN WAYNE .꒱ !! .. CHAPTER 1 ♡ !!

𝜗𝜚 𐔌 ﹒ LOVE is a mysterious thing ౨ৎ meeting Damian Wayne for the first time was a dull experience. You truly hoped you could get on good terms with him and become his bestfriend even. However working on that project takes a turn.

( .ᐟ ୨୧) ── ⠀⠀⠀swearing, refer to page one, hyein coded, also can’t remember if their school has a uniform so kind of guessed. Mind you that she’s supposed to be similar to Hyein. Also please read in dark mode with a computer for best experiance. Headcanons for chapter one will be posted in a while.

── ⠀⠀Love is right here unexpectedly waiting for you to turn the key, but you’ll never know what awaits you , or what's in store.

╰┈➤. ♰⠀𝖍𝖞𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖔 𓈒 previous 、next ⠀⠀⠀♰⠀

.☘︎ ݁˖ ➤ 𝜗𝜚 AUTHORS’ + 2ND POV

Getting ready for school was probably the worst part. Sure, it gave that unruly release of dopamine, but waking up and having to do your makeup and put on your terribly unfitting uniform was the worst. “Everything looks good, just kind of hoping nobody swarms me as soon as I walk in.” Looking in your pocket mirror, making sure everything is natural and cute-looking. The car ride was the most awkward thing in the world; starting your first day of school wasn’t going to be so bad, right? I mean, it’s Gotham; nobody is going to know you. If you were a theorist, you would immediately get fired on the first day of your job. You were dead wrong; trying to find the principal’s office was the hardest thing known to man. “Wait, wait, can I get your picture?” Of course you didn’t want to seem rude, but also you just woke up and didn’t want to be late to your first day of school. “Sure!” As you watch the girl pull out her camera, you pose whilst she takes the photo. And of course, they all run off afterward; it kind of sucks.

Being used to the core, people are asking for photos every time you try to get to the office. However you got there on time, with an unpleasant Damian sitting down. “Hi, I’m sorry for the holdup, photos and everything, you know how it is.” You then sat down next to Damian. You could hear him muttering something under his breath, obviously too vague to hear properly. “This is Damian Wayne, Damian, this is ____.” You then reached your hand to give him a handshake; he gave you a firm and gentle nod instead, putting your hand down embarrassed. “You’ll be her tour guide. I also trust that you two will find comfort in each other since you’re both young and influential.”

You looked down; you didn’t know that he was of high status. I mean, by the last name, how did you not spot it? But it’s whatever; all that matters is that you have someone to relate to. You then give him a warm smile that was more of a peace treaty to not get on his bad side. “Well then, go.” As you two go outside, it is fairly awkward and quiet; you decide to break the silence by saying something, "So, Damian, I don't know much, but are you Bruce's son?" He looked at you as if you said the most utterly noticeable thing in the world. He just gave you a light nod just to show that he was listening, not wanting to give you small talk.

"We share the same classes, so just follow me, ok?' He was blunt but also tried showing a bare minimum of hospitality to you. You then nodded back to him as you approached the door of the classroom, slowly creaking the door open. You decided to sit next to Damian due to the fact people just want photos and pictures all the time; you were kind of surprised that Damian was able to push most of it off. You could feel stares darting at you left and right. You could hear the flash and flicker of cameras and phones, people snapping photos every now and then. As class started, you decided to prepare yourself. "Today we will be working on a project, that project being pretty simple. You and your partner will have to write separate papers and switch every ten minutes. This is an at-home project, but first pick your partner and let's begin from there." As the teacher gave the signal, everyone huddled around you and Damian.

All you heard was, "Can I be your partner?" or "You should pick me!' Honestly, they were glazing you to the core, overbearingly bad. I mean, you weren't as popular in the western world as you thought you were. But now this is bad, and you just have to sit here and pick. Making an intuitive decision, you had looked to your left. Seeing Damian, you decided to pick him out of everybody. You had whispered to Damian, asking if you could be his partner, "Could I work with you? Being totally honest, I don't even know half of these people, and you probably hate most of them."

He listened to your opposition and decided that you may be right, but he sits in contemplation wondering how smart you can really be. By all means, you were young and inexperienced, and this could go downhill quickly if he doesn't play his cards right. If he lets you get too close, you could potentially know everything and potentially risk your life. However, he would have an excuse to not go to his dad's events for a while. He sighed in defeat and gave you a tiny, "Sure." As everybody heard that you had asked him instead, they had retreated to their seats, picking their own partners. As partner picking came to an end, the teacher had described the instructions in more detail to the best of their abilities.

As class ended, the day had slowly progressed coming to an end. Of course many things had happened in-between, but that would be a boring story. So when Damian had met up with Jon, his best friend he was hoping there would be a bit of peace and quiet from the world; the world to him being you. "So you and that new girl, what's up with that?" Damian looked as pissed off as he was about to sound. "Nothing is up, she's new and inexperienced, I have to tour her." Jon can sense things from a while away. "Is that so?" Damian nodded his head in response complete oblivious as to what Jon was about to say to him. "So why is she now currently behind you?" As Damian had turned around, you were right there. Jon chuckling a bit to his core. "So, with that I'll leave you two be." He then gave both of them a soft smile and left.

"Damian, I was wondering, can we start the project tonight, I'm really busy throughout most of the days so I really want to get started. And it can it be at your house? I share a house with all of my members and staff so yeah.” Damian looked at you crazily, as if you had said something out of line. He understood your point of view and how you were, he tried to be helpful because you were just trying to get your stuff done. “Alright, we can do that.” Luckily he had chosen to become a tad bit nice, it was more for his own benefit of course.

As you were about to exclaim your absolute joy, he paused you. “But, on one condition. You can’t exit my room, you stay in there the whole entire time, don’t go wondering on.” You were a tad bit skeptical but you accepted it as this was your best option. He saw that you agreed with simply just a hint of gleam in your eyes, so he immediately started walking on with you trailing behind to the car. As you two had ventured off to Wayne manor, you were immediately greeted by Alfred.

However due to Damian just being, Damian, he immediately went off and started to show the path to his room. “Are you coming?” Of course you had to stop the chit chat with Alfred and immediately follow Damian as if you were a lap dog to him, which obviously bothered you. As you stepped up and went Damian’s room, you took all the supplies you needed and he closed the door shut; it was for the best he didn’t want anyone to walk in having you in there. But of course all good things come to an end, like keeping you cooped up in there just so you don’t see his family.

END OF CHAPTER 1

— I really spent a long time with this, and there’s obvious errors but I hope you enjoy it^^

[starstruckbich]

chloe eats you out⋆｡°✩

summary: chloe is high and she just wants to eat you out in your jacuzzi ⋆｡°✩

tags: 18+ mdni men dni smut, tongue fucking, tribbing (r! receiving)

note: haven´t been writing much because yknow life, im a little sick. anyway i just had to write about the og blue haired baddie. this isnt proof read. enjoy.

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"I can't believe you have a fucking jacuzzi in your house and your parents don't even use it." Chloe comes out in her bikini, joining you in the water.

She groans lowly, coming up to hug you from behind, as clingy as always. Of course, you have to sneak in a dirty comment.

"Head in here would go crazy."

Chloe gives you a kiss to shut you up, rubbing your left arm. "don't start princess, your parents are inside."

"they'll be out soon though..." you grumble. You have to be honest, you're very needy yourself.

"we have the house to ourselves?"

"yeah, so in a few minutes we can start."

"and do what, exactly?" she raises her eyebrow, a grin on her face.

"get high and fuck."

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"chloe! fuckkk!!"

As soon as your parents went out that door, Chloe is lapping at your cunt, so good that you think you're seeing god himself. And you know how she is when she's high. A fucking beast.

"mhh..." she hums agaisnt your pussy, the vibrations going through your body and making you even more crazy. She has a vice grip on your thighs, looking up at you as she eats you out like you're her last meal.

"oh my god, fuck fuck fuck!!" you moan, turning your head away from the sight because you know you won't be able to last long, only to see your bottom bikini part thrown off to the side, reminding you of the position you're in and heightening your arousal.

you're so fucking wet it's embarassing. maybe Chloe is right when she calls you filthy, but it's not like she isn't enjoying herself either, pupils dilated, eyes red, eating away at your cunt.

she kisses, laps, sucks, slaps at your clit, only to please that wet puffy pussy of yours, fucking you with her tongue.

"yeah... ohh fuckk..." you groan, taking another drag at your joint and gripping onto her hair for dear life.

you rock your hips, desperate to feel her tongue deeper inside you, earning a laugh from her.

"that good baby? yeah? you like seeing me eat this pretty pussy princess? look at me."

and you would be crazy not to, looking down to see the head lock you've got her in.

"good girl." she taunts, making your back arch. why does she always have to tease right where it sounds good!

"fuckk, chloe..." you whimper, feeling so hazy that your start to lay down on the edge of the pool, squirming away. when you're suddenly interrupted.

"i dont fucking think so." she groans, gripping your hips, the pain turning into pleasure.

"i cant! i cant! fuck chloe! im too sensitive"

"you say that like its a bad thing." she groans, continuing to please your insides so good that you wonder how her tongue does things like that.

"baby im coming, gonna come!! gonna come on your tongue!" you whimper, only for Chloe to stop completly. "no no! please! what are you-!"

Chloe comes up to you, giving you a tongue kiss just to shut you up, making you feel your own taste. your hips twitch, your body seeking her, but she's not letting you make friction, or breathe really.

she pulls you to her thigh, taking her own bikini off.

"fuck chloe, please, i need you baby.." you hold her face, tearing up, eyes red and rolling to the back of your head over nothing.

"aw you're so sentive."

"quit fucking around!" you say, already overstimulated out of your mind.

"i think fucking around is exactly what you want me to do."

She teases, and soon enough, your cunts are rubbing together, and you feel that sweet sweet friction agaisnt your clit again.

"mh, yeah..." you bite your lip. you've reached that point that you're so high that everything turns you on, your head lolling to the side.

"fuck, ohh..." Chloe groans, huffing agaisnt your neck, her hand on one of your legs to keep it raised. "you like that princess? god you're like a faucet, look at that, porn worthy..."

you can only whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head, hips losing the strength to keep grinding when Chloe suddenly throws herself on top of you, your body hitting the stone base around the jacuzzi as you dig your nails onto her back.

"yeah, fuck ,baby i think im gonna come..." Chloe laughs into your ear. "too slippery..."

"cant take it, c-cant...! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" You yell out, your own juices mixing up with Chloe's as you both come, white sticky, hot liquid hiting the stone floor and staining it,

Chloe huffs, laughing.

"tell your parents i love the jacuzzi."

[crimsonbowphight]

Actually ima make Illumina x Reader. Headcanon will be later or tmr…btw this is the first time i make fic in Tumblr but i mostly write fic in ReadAWrite. Sucks at grammar btw

(NOTE: this story might be boring and out of character for a few of the characters in this story.)

-sammy ^^

「Special Lotus」

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Well. Just a regular day in PHIGHTING! Universe. You have been stayed in this universe for like..years (?) now. You lay down on your bed not knowing what to do today because you haven’t stepped out of your house until now so you decided to go out for a walk. Staying in your home for the whole day is NOT a good idea.

At the crossroad

You walked in the crossroad. Greetings some people you know. Such as Boombox,Sword…etc. Well everything went great nothing bad happens a little bit. You decided to enter Slingshot’s Café for something that could relaxes your stomach a little bit.

In the café

Of course! Every-time someone enter the cafe there must be a waiter greets you at the doorway. When you entered the cafe a familiar greetings was heard from Vinestaff. You greets her back as usual! You then take a seat where it is nearby the window. Slingshot then walk to the table you’re sitting in with a clipboard in his hand ready to take an order from you.

“Hey [Y/N]! Didn’t see you in days. Are you okay?” -Slingshot

“Ah hi. Thank you for worrying! And yes i’m alright.”

“Wonderful! What can i get for you today?” -Slingshot

“Hm..can i have a cup of coffee and maybe a slice of cake? Any flavor.”

“..of course coffee. You order that everytime you enter my cafe.” -Slingshot

“Hey!”

You both just giggled off as usual. He’s your bestfriend after all! Theres nothing bad talking to a guy like him. He is very friendly after all. Well a few minutes later Slingshot came back to your table with a cup of coffee and a slice of cake that is strawberry flavored. Oh dear Illumina it’s one of your favorite flavors! Slingshot just KNOWS everything about you but you thanked him and go ahead finishing the morning-meals. After you finished the food,Paying for the food. You gave Slingshot and Vinestaff a wave but where is Shuriken? That question wander in your head for a long time now but he might go wash the dishes. Oh speaking of washing the dishes..Shuriken hates doing it very much but thats not the thing we should focus right now.

At the outside of the Cafe

You began to make your way back to your home but..why it’s feeling weird now? While you’re walking in the alleyway you started to feel dizzy. It’s unusual because you’re very healthy you barely get any fever or a headache. This feels different. As you keep walking. You can’t help but you can’t walk straight now. You began to bump into the wall,to the trash bin,to the pipe there or other things there. Your vision is very blurry and you barely can see things right now. You have no choice but you started to give up on walking and finally. Your body left unconscious on the ground.

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You jolted up from the unconscious looking around where you are..wait where am i?

“Huh..? Where in the heck am i..”

The room is left with silence. It is decorated with fancy stuff or modern one. The wall was painted blue..nice room we have here but right now you are currently sitting on a mysterious bed and right beside the bed have a window there with it curtains opened. Revealing the time to be evening.

You tilted your head to the side in curiosity but anyways. You stood up from the bed and make your way to the door and opened it. Revealing a hallway that has a very long red carpet on the floor. You frowned in confusion but it doesn’t last too long. You decided to explore around this mysterious place

You were walking around until you stepped into the living room. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Oh my SFOTH. It’s the 7 deities. They are standing in the middle of the room like they are planning something until one of them looks at you.

“Oh. They’re awake now! Guys greets them!”

Icedagger spoke in a soft tone. Speaking of him. You stood there observing Icedagger for a few seconds. Oh dear why is he so short for a deities? It’s quite shocking but you probably see the rumors about PHIGHTING! Deities through some books..right? But not for so long the other deities turned their head to where you standing at right now. Your heart almost beats out of your chest in panicking.

“Hey hey! Don’t panic! We won’t hurt you! -Icedagger

“Oh..oh uh alright..but where am i right now?”

“Hm? You’re currently at ‘our’ house right now. Aka the deities house.” -icedagger

Damn. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You’re really in the deities house or mansion whatever it is…you nodded in understanding. You couldn’t help but notice one of the deities staring at you. None other than Illumina well it’s kinda weir-

“If you’re wondering. That’s Illumina there he’s normally quiet like this. I can say that he’s NOT interested in talking but probably perfer listening instead.”

-Firebrand (THIS IS ONE OF MY HEADCANON ABOUT ILLUMINA IM SORRY)

“Hmm..yeah he’s indeed like to stay quiet but also a staring person.”

-Windforce

“You should be used to his staring behavior.”

-Venomshank

“It’s..alright nothing wrong anyways!”

“…thats good. We’ll be doing our own stuff now so take your time exploring around this place! Just don’t destroy our stuff though…oh and what’s your name?”

-Venomshank

“My name is [Y/N]”

“…pretty name you have there. Farewell. We’ll see you around.”

-Venomshank

Not for so long the other deities wander around the house to go do their own things. Probably heading back to their own temples. But in the living room. There is only you and Illumina left in the room. He still remains staring at you not breaking his eye contact at you even a little bit.

“…i see. You’re [Y/N]…right?”

-Illumina

Oh my gosh. That nearly caused you a heart attack but you still remains some concious.

“Huh? Ah yes that’s right…sir…uh Illumina..?”

“…no just call me sweetheart.”

-Illumina

“..a what.”

You stood there don’t know what to say. Completely being in silence right now but you decided to start an excuses due to the redness of your face.

“I..uhhh wa-actually i gotta go!”

You quickly rushed back to your room out of embarrassment. How could a deity say that to a mortal?! But you know. he won’t give up on you.

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IM GIGGLGING KICKING MY FEET RN BECAUSE I NEVER WROTE A FIC ABOUT CANON X READERS ESPECIALLY EITH MY FAVORITE CHARACTER THIS STORY IS SO RANDOM OMFMGGMMGMG but it’s sucks anyways. Look at the grammar and how i wrote. Bye ima go write a headcanon for this guy.

[mari-lair]

It's your au, having fun is always the most important part of it! And while I don't agree with a lot of things, for the role Akane has in the au, it does works + writing newspaper about an exorcist sounds fun, it would give Akane a lot to chew on and opportunites to bond with who he is with

Now, you asked my personal opinion of his role as Mitsuba, so I'll be honest: I don't see him fitting Mitsuba's arc in a way that doesn't completely destroy his characterization.

"Rude kid who can't empathize with people and wish for a friend that won't leave him for being too harsh" is the opposite of Akane's character.

Strap in, I rambled a lot here.

Akane is one of the most popular guys in school (which i have proof of if you don't believe me, check it here) and he is loved by many people that he is openly rude to.

Think of Lemon: They are friend, neither of them is trying to please the other. When they hang out is cause they want to. Is why he was even is in the after school kukuri-san chapter.

Akane doesn't try to be nice to Lemon, we see him beat Lemon up a lot, their very introduction in the manga is Akane yelling/knocking Lemon down from his lackluster performance.

Which means when Akane is kind to Lemon he isn't trying to paint himself in a good light, he is genuinely empatizing and trying to help. I find it sweet how he used his power as a class representative to help Lemon not get in trouble with school work that he had forgotten to do.

The panel above is part of his oficial introduction in the manga. Nene is the one that says Akane is "kind and friendly to everyone, no exception"

And we know how rude Akane is to her.

So why would she call him 'friendly and kind?'.

Well, because he is. You'll never see someone call him sweet, he is not like Nene or Kou, which is usually the kind of bubbly image people get when they hear that someone is 'friendly', but he is approachable and he does care about people a lot.

Let's go back to the scene above where he is being a judgemental little shit to Nene. Akane is in the middle of work when Nene greets him, cause he have a tool box in his hand + he have been helping everyone the entire night so is fair to assume he is still doing one of the many tasks people need him for.

Despite how draining the night have been Akane was going to put his duty on hold (which would make him more overworked later) to see what Nene needed from him.

He doesn't even say "This better be important!", he just goes along: If she seeked him why would he turn her away?

This isn't even the first time Akane helps Nene. He was the one that suggested Nene to take Kou to the festival after hell of mirrors got Kou depressed.

Akane have been friendly since he was a small child.

Did you ever wonder why out of everyone Akane was Aoi's only friend during her childhood?

It's not because he was his neighbor and that's convinient. It's because he was the only kid nice enough to react when people were mean to Aoi, the only one who befriended the 'cold and untouchable girl.'

Aoi was his friend before his crush, they always seem to be having fun on their flashbacks, and it's clear Akane wasn't forcing himself to be nice to her when they met (look at the judgemental look he send Aoi on the art where he takes her out of the rai + We know Akane could be mean/careless enough to make Aoi cry)

The effortless way people flock to him is constantly used to contrast Aoi's isolation.

This boy was never Alone, his fatigue is because he is always surrounded, always the first option, always sought after. Always complaining but trying to help.

Add in his work with the clock keepers and god damn of course he is always in a bad mood i would too, give this bitch a break.

Even at sleeptime people are comfortable enough to call him to come help (Kou isn't even from his class, this is not Akane taking his class representative duties seriously, he is just going 'Fine, I'll help')

What he suck at isn't empathizing, is being sweet or tactful.

Let's take when Nene break down as an exemple: Akane is visibly distressed by her tears, he asks what's wrong and looks for something to say, sweating in silence, and cracking his head but not finding anything good to tell her.

He isn't close to Nene, and despite it not being Nene's fault, a part of him must be comflicted about Aoi's death being for her survival, so he can't just hug her, he also isn't an optimistic or a fan of lies so he won't go 'is okay we'll be fine!' after being just as depressed about Aoi's death as Nene. He is too prideful and honest to give someone a fake smile and empty words just because it is 'the right thing to do'.

He does try to help her keep her head up by saying "Let's team up" which you may scoff at, after all, it isn't something that happened, Akane stay with Teru and Nene with Kou during the rescue arc, but it is implied that this was an invitation he was willing to go through with.

If Nene didn't have Kou and his optimism available (which is something Nene greatly preffers over Akane's harsh and realistic approach to 'comfort', something I go into more detail here.) and stuck by his side, needing the support of her 'miserable about their situation' buddy , Akane wouldn't have abandoned Nene.

Same tough approach for Teru: When Teru vents, Akane never goes 'ooh poor you,' or 'you did your best' he get annoyed that his upperclassman is whining when they should be focusing on Aoi's rescue. But he still respect his woes enough to sit down and listens.

Anyways, the point is: His arc is not related to isolation, regrets, or learning to socialize. It's about arrogance.

Akane is the guy people have been relying on for ages, so he grew up used to doing things himself and being rewarded love and respect for his resilience, for being able to help with anything.

His fatal flaw is that when he make a judgement he assume he is right and stick to it forever. When possible, he tries to do things by himself, not because he doesn't have anyone he can ask for help but because he believes that he is capable. That he can do it alone.

His judgement/arrogance problem isolates him from his loved ones too.

Think of Aoi, his darling who he would do anything to make her happy.

He knew she hid her emotions behind a mask, pretending nothing bothers her, and he also knew she likes when he gives her attention, so he assumed that "Aoi play it cool but she likes when I give her big gestures of love"

Which at the time was true.

HOWEVER, he kept this belief unchanged even when they started to drift apart, assuming that confessions made her happy so if she is down is because he isn't showing her enough love, he should do it more.

"I'm the one that can solve this. I am the problem if she isn't happy" -> that's self centered and arrogant.

Not once did he question why he never got more than two points, even when Aoi said she wants to die he assumed showing her more love would be the answer.

Look at this clown, he really though reassuring her that he still loves her after she stabbed him is what he needed to do instead of asking her why what he have been doing doesn't make her feel loved anyone.

It took Aoi explaining explicitly what the problem was for Akane to understand he was wrong and his actions worsened the problem.

And since he prioritizes her comfort over his pride, he did rechange his behavior, but it is still an issue that it took him so long to notice the problem! I swear if Aoi never sat down and explained everything, Akane would still be showing his concern like this, fully believing he is doing 'what Aoi loves'

instead of doing this:

Akane still need to work on his pride but he is doing much better. This ramble is getting long enough as it is though, so i'll stop it here.

[evolnoomym]

The other Woman🕊️

(?)!Joel Miller x F!OC Moon

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Summary: You are on cloud nine after enduring a lot of pain. All changes because of Joel Miller. But for how much longer will the dream work?

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 2.2K

Authors note: This is for Freya’s @almostfoxglove Angst Writing Challenge. Here I present some self indulgent (Mommy issues 😵‍💫) Joel Miller Angst. Freya also provided the lovely moodboard.🙏🏻🤭

Hope you’ll like this!!!

Warnings: no y/n, F!OC, Moon, loss of father, pre-outbreak, grief, alludes to smut, falling in love quickly, discussion of abuse, description of physical and emotional abuse, body shaming, talks about motherhood, Mommyyyyyyy isssues, alludes to unprotected sex, cream pie’s, talks of a potential pregnancy, they’re trying to be careful but who knows 🫣😈, cheating, alcohol consumption, confrontation, angst, threats, Moon hurts him, open ended, post-outbreak, no ages mentioned but in my head there’s a 20 year gap. If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune for the dividers and to @joelmillerisapunk & @always-andromeda for beta reading 🤎

Disclaimer: Okay what I describe here happening to Moon is taken entirely out of my own time growing up. Yes my mom sucks. Anyway English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 🫶🏻

You met Joel 6 months ago, right after moving to Austin. It was a rushed decision Your Dad had passed a few weeks prior and you wanted nothing more than to be as far away as possible. So you packed everything up and left your hometown.

Your neighbor, Dani, invited you to go to a bar nearby. After arriving she gave you the drink orders and sent you on your way to the bar. That’s where you met Joel, ordering his own drink. You quickly got to talking and a few drinks later you made yet another rushed decision by taking him home with you.

He gave you the best night of your life and too many orgasms to count. It was so unlike you, to have a one night stand, but Joel seemed different.

Around the third date he asked you to be his girlfriend and you foolishly accepted instantly. You two clicked and so you didn’t mind how quickly everything moved.

In the last 6 months Joel had made your life so much better. He’s like the sun on a warm beach day. Colors seem brighter, the air fresher, and the bad voices quiet. With him around it’s finally peaceful.

He asks you about your parents one day after you had breakfast with him at your place.

“Ya know, we never talked bout’ your parents. How are they?” Joel can’t possibly know what this simple question unleashes.

“Well my Dad passed away before I moved here. He was a drinker and that cost him everything in the end. And my- my mom she…”

“She…she was not a good one. Always angry, it was like walking on eggshells. Anything would set her off. Her unhappiness is what led to the hitting and screaming.” You sigh. This hurts.

“She insulted me all my life, about how I look and behave, who I am. She ordered diet pills and forbade wheat because it makes you fat. I think she hated me but only because she hates herself so much and I’m an extension of herself.“ You look at Joel. He looks visibly sick at the revelations.

“Princess, I am so sorry, I know I can’t change what happened but ya never have to go back there and ya never have to feel like that.”

“Whenever her voice got louder, or when her steps got quicker I always had a buzzing behind my eyes. Because I knew in a moment it could all go boom.” Opening up about how she abused you is something you never expected to do again, but you trust Joel.

“I think the worst part was when she would chase me, I had to learn how to quickly get to my room, shut the door and lock the door. “Otherwise..” It only happened once but the memory still makes you wince. “She would hurt me.”

“You wanna tell me what happened?” He carefully asks.

“She would usually try to break the door in but if the door was locked it never worked. However, one time I was not fast enough. I was just getting my plate of bolognese from the kitchen when she started blowing up. I stood right behind my door trying to close it when she rammed into it, the door slammed against me and I was knocked over. The red sauce was all over me and my white carpet. I was crying hysterically, in pain and shock, but my mom had nothing better to do than belittle me about what had happened. She made it out to be my fault. Let’s not even get started on how many times she told me I would fail in life, how she couldn’t wait to see it happen.” You whisper the last part.

“She told me I’d regret moving to Austin…that I would fail.”

“Bullshit, ya won’t fail,” he reassured.

“She also told me that will be a horrible mother. She always said that she wishes a child for me that is just as difficult as I was.” Your own mother was always hoping for your downfall.

“Baby, you will be the best damn mom, you are fiercely protective and full of kindness. You wouldn’t repeat what she did.” Joel’s hands grab your face to tilt it up.

“You really think so?”

“I do, you’d be a wonderful mommy.” He reaffirms.

He soothed you until the tears stopped.

A couple week’s later, in bed, after one of many times that he had fucked you for hours before shooting his load deep inside you, you started talked about having babies, that’s how serious you took this relationship.

“Joel?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Have you ever thought about having kids?” You make that important question sound like the easiest thing ever.

“Why you askin’?” He laughs softly.

“I don’t know. I mean we try to be careful but you come inside me all the time. Maybe one of these times we mess up and what then?” You wonder. What would it be like having his baby?

“We would do whatever ya want, baby. I’m there whatever you decide.” He assures while rubbing your shoulder.

“I love you Joel.” You mean it. He’s the love of your life, the perfect man.

“I love you too, Princess.” And you think he means it.

It took some time to voice what you were feeling.

But Joel was always straight forward, taking what he desired. It showed in the way he had you wrapped around his finger in no time, how he wormed his way into your brain. Whatever it was spread through you like a disease, overtaking each and every cell until nothing was left. You’d figured that this unidentified thing was love. Your love for Joel was overwhelming, dizzying, and terrifying. Never before had you felt so loved.

It’s Wednesday evening and you felt like treating yourself to a little drink at your favorite bar, the one where you met Joel.

Though you never made it further than the entrance. What you see through the glass stops you dead in your tracks. The visual shoots through you like electricity. Joel with another woman. Close, she’s snuggled into his side and his arm is around her waist. She’s closer to his age.

As you stare at Joel’s figure and the mystery woman next to him, you can feel the telltale buzzing behind your eyes again. Because you know in a moment it can all go boom.

And it does, he kisses her, right on the lips, no way of mistaking it for a failed cheek kiss. Your heart feels like it’s shutting down; there it is, the final beat.

You remembered all those nights before you met Joel, ones spent crying and screaming at the sky. You told yourself again and again, one more heartbreak and that’s it. You can’t handle hurting that way again and yet here you were staring as your boyfriend kissed someone else. It gets worse. Your eyes trace their hands and surely enough there’s a ring on both their hands.

He’s married. And he lied about everything.

You truly don’t know how you got back home, you must have walked on autopilot. Your hand shakes when you push the key into the lock. You stumble into the kitchen and just stand there and think about all those weird coincidences that start to add up.

He never invited you to his home, you never met any of his family, he mostly came over at odd times that he explained away with his hectic work schedule. On top of that, he only took you on dates to spots that were a little further out. In retrospect, it’s so obvious but you really wanted it to be real.

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Maybe hours pass, maybe not, you don’t know but you know that what happens now will not end happily. The click of the door knob indicates his arrival, then his cologne envelopes you and you know he’s close.

“Hey, Princess.” His belly connects with your back and his arms slide around your waist, it’s how he touched her.

“How are you, had a good night?” You feel like puking at his sweet tone, even more when he nuzzles himself into your neck, kissing towards your shoulder. Those lips you used to love only hurt now and each press of them send more images of how he probably does the same to his wife in their bed.

You push his hands off and turn around; it’s now or never.

Apparently you look pretty fucked up, judging by how concerned he is.

“Jesus, baby, what happened, did someone hurt ya?” How ironic of him to ask that.

His hands are reaching up to touch your face but you smack them away harshly.

You stare at each other, both of your chests heaving with panic for different reasons. Yours out of anger, his out of fear. Joel has never seen you in such a state and he’s terrified.

“I know,” you whisper.

“What?”

“Everything, I know it all, Joel.”

“I don’t understand?”

“Oh, please,” you get louder, “you are married…I saw you, with-with her.” you wave your hands around and struggle with hiding your disgust.

“You fucking lied to me, after I trusted you, Joel.” You get close and jab your finger in his chest. “After everything I told you, what is wrong with you? You’re able to lie to my face without any remorse. I don’t want to see you right now. Get out.” You start pushing him.

“Moon, listen,” Joel tries to reason with you.

But you cut that short.

“No, shut up and get out.” You urge.

The door slamming shut behind him echoes in your head for hours afterward.

For the next 2 weeks you don’t respond to his constant messages and phone calls. Joel drives by your house almost every other day. He even dares to knock but you don’t open and keep all the curtains drawn.

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One night after drinking too much vodka you have the glorious idea to visit Joel’s construction company. The wooden bat helps you force your way into his office. You walk to his table, which has a bunch of framed pictures on top. Joel and his wife. Joel and his brother, you assume. When you see the last frame you get the stomach turning feeling of betrayal yet again. There’s Joel and a girl around 13 years old who looks a lot like a mixture of him and his wife. He has a fucking kid all while pretending to be childless and open to having one with you. It makes you angry.

He knew how to hurt you and without missing a beat he did something so detrimental.

You hate him, the love of your love.

His second life laid out right in front of you and you pick up the bat and start swinging. His computer screen, the pictures and some trinkets fall victim to your outburst.

With all the noise from things breaking you don’t hear someone approach and so the shock is evident when someone grabs your shoulder and turns you around. It’s Joel who rips the bat out of your grasp and throws it away.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” He quizzes angrily before pushing you against the nearest wall.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing? You break something of mine and I break something of yours. Fair is fair, right?” you spit at him.

Then you double down.

“Although nothing you did was ever fair, you lied to me from the beginning. We talked about having babies. How fucked up for you to pretend all this way to not be a father.”

Before he can respond you jam your knee into his groin. Of course Joel goes down screaming in pain and holding onto his crotch. Serves him right.

You grab the bat and continue trashing his office.

Joel doesn’t even try to get up. He just watches you demolish his office. You break all of the windows, one by one, with that bat of yours. Once you’re done, you turn around and head towards him. Joel is actually convinced you might kill him with how much anger is radiating off of you.

“Baby, please let’s just talk ‘bout it, just give me a chance to explain?” he pleads with you.

You whisper, “Listen, you dumb motherfucker, you will never ever see me again. And if you don’t stay the fuck away I’m gonna ruin your fucking life.” You lean in further and almost yell at him, “You hear me? I’m gonna end you, Joel Miller. sincerely hope your wife and daughter figure out what piece of shit you are. I hope that they both will despise your guts for ruining all our lives with your selfishness and I hope you’ll be miserable until you’re dead.”

Afterwards you get up and walk away, leaving him there on the ground wallowing in self-pity.

A couple weeks later he goes to your house expecting you to be there, but the property is abandoned and surrounded by mesh wire.

He realizes that you really were serious.

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(10 years later)

Joel wanders past your residence for the first time since the world ended. Since his wife and daughter died back on the night of the outbreak. He stares at your house wondering if you really cursed him and the rest of the population with those last words you spat at him. He wonders if you’re still alive wandering just like him, content with yourself because your wish came true and he lost everything.

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[wooyokitty]

Ok since you asked for some requests/ideas I NEED to ask for some sub/bottom hongjoong. Like- I just need that man on his knees, feeling so good he cries. Or just literally anything with hongjoong x male or gender neutral reader because there's a huge lack of it :(

Thank Me Properly

sub!hongjoong x male reader

☆ masterlist

cw: spit used as lube, hongjoong cries from enjoyment! (LMAO), sex toy (hj receives), begging (hj), ass eating (hj receives), fingering (hj receives once again), i think thats it a/n: TYSM FOR THE REQ ANON!! i acc liked this idea sm ehehshdsd also ignore how the pic aesthetic sucks i lit couldnt find anything good </3. also i lowkey blacked out writing this and i didnt really proofread either but i dont think there should be many mistakes! ENJOY!! <33

"Y/n.." Hongjoong grumbled, eyes gleaming as he spots you on their bed, watching a show on the TV. You immediately looked up his call, pausing the show. "Hm? What is it, Joong?" you hummed, head tilting. He looked stressed, most likely due to working, and oddly shy. You wondered what could possibly be making him appear so shy. A small smirk forms on your lips as you study his small form at the door frame.

Hongjoong then walks up to your laying form, sliding into bed with you. He stays silent, not answering your question. He cups your face with both hands and pulls you closer to his face, kissing you with a desperation only you understand. You kiss him back with a matched intensity, hands finding the back of Hongjoong's head, fingers lacing through his soft hair. When a needy sound leaves Hongjoong lips, you chuckle softly, breaking the kiss.

"Need something? Hm?~" you purr against Hongjoong's ear. He feels a shiver crawl down his spine at the tone in your voice. He knows what he wants, what he desires, but he's way too embarrassed to say it aloud.

"I just—" Hongjoong lets out a soft whine. Can't you just give him what he so badly wants? You know what he wants, and he knows that you're aware of it.

You chuckle, hands gripping Hongjoong's hair tighter, practically tugging on his scalp. He yelps softly as he avoids your eyes. "Tell me what you need from me." You order Hongjoong, pulling him nose-to-nose with you, forcing him to look at your eyes as you speak. "I need you, please—I don't care what it is, 'just want to feel you somehow, please." Hongjoong whined, eyes pleading for you to take action. He always breaks so easily, it's so cute.

"Get on your knees." You click your tongue at him, watching him scramble to his knees as soon as he registers your demand. "Good boy!~ Stay there, just like that, 'kay? I just need to look in my drawer." You grin, noticing the shudder Hongjoong gives in response. He knows what that means: you're going to find a toy to use on him.

As you rummage through your drawer filled will all types of sex toys, you grab one that catches your eyes. With eyes gleaming at the thought of how tonight is going to play out, you close the drawer with the toy in your hands, walking back to Hongjoong's form on the bed, still fully clothed while on all fours. You then chuckled, "Still got your clothes on, huh? You must want me to make you cum in your pants." The only response from Hongjoong was a drought out, impatient whine. All he wants is your touch on him, he wants to feel you so bad.

You look at the toy, it's an egg vibrator. The type that has a little remote with a notch for the levels and a wire connecting to the vibrator. A pleasant thought runs your mind as you begin to caress Hongjoongs back, then moving up to his ass, kneading him without a struggle since he's wearing pajama pants. "M-mmnh~" Hongjoong presses his body closer into your touch, his desperation palpable.

"Please.." the man whined, swaying his hips slightly, moving in a way that he hopes will convince you to hurry up. "You want this so bad, don't you?~" you cooed, turning the notch on the remote of the vibrator, pressing the "egg" part to Hongjoong's crotch. Immediately, his body shudders, a mewl leaving his lips at the pleasure. You turn the intensity up by three notches, the vibrating sounds louder now. "Don't you wonder how this is gonna feel inside you?" Hongjoong shivers at the whisper, feeling your breath hit the shell of his ear.

"Now take off your fucking clothes already, me and you both know how hard you are under those pants." You sneer, watching Hongjoong hurriedly strips himself, throwing his clothes in any direction, not caring about where they land. One every piece is off of him, he goes back to all fours, ass facing you as you stand at the edge of the bed. "So good, Joongie.." You mumbled, bringing the vibrator to his hole, circling it teasingly. "You're so good for me.~" Hongjoong trembles at the praise and feeling of the vibrator, yanking a pillow near him, setting it infront of him, and diving his face into it as he lets out pathetic whimpers. You let out an amused hum, gathering all the saliva in your mouth and then spitting it onto Hongjoong's hole, lathering it and the vibrator with your saliva to use as lube. You rub your free hand down his thigh as you push the vibrator against Hongjoong's hole, eliciting a long groan from the male.

"Shh~ calm down for me, alright? Just relax, my baby" You coax him, vibrator slowly opening Hongjoong up and sliding in with ease. "It's soo close, just one more push—" the vibrator is quickly sucked in, disappearing into Hongjoong's hole.

A stuttered moan leaves Hongjoong's lips as he grips the sheets under him, feeling the vibrator's intensity grow higher as he hears the clicks of you turning the notch. "Gh—ahhn!~" he gasps, feeling you spread his cheeks and dive into his hole with your tongue that's now pushing the vibrator deeper into Hongjoong. You groan with satisfaction, moving your hands to his hole and inserting your middle finger, pushing the vibrator even further into him, now vibrating against Hongjoong's prostate. Your eyes widen in amusement as Hongjoong squeals in pleasure into the pillow, watching how his legs shake slightly. You pull your tongue out, starting to lick him around the area, tongue pressing down in between his balls and asshole, hitting his perineum. Hongjoong cries out at the feeling, body shuddering. You grin at his reaction, pulling your face away, and beginning to use your other hand instead, beginning to fondle Hongjoongs balls as you add a second finger into his hole, earning a stifled moan as you continue to abuse his prostate.

"Agh! Y/n!~" Hongjoong whimpers against the pillow. "I-It's too much..!" he begs as your fingers smash into his prostate harder. He shrieks at your fingers, tears falling down his face at the stimulation. You pull your fingers out of him, removing his face from the pillow, grabbing his chin as you force him to taste himself on your fingers. Hongjoong eagerly takes your fingers, sucking them and rolling his tongue along each one. "Tastes good?" you hum, pulling your fingers out of Hongjoong's mouth. You then start to remove your pants and underwear, finally, and let out a groan as you feel your hard-on spring free after so long.

Hongjoong whines against his pillow once more, still feeling the vibrator inside of him, the intensity too much for him already. To his relief, you turn the notch down, decreasing the intensity to one that he could bare. You then spit on your dick, giving it a few strokes before lining it up with Hongjoong's hole. "You know," the words hang into the air for a few seconds as you tease Hongjoong's hole with your dick, not yet pushing yourself in. "You never thanked me for any of this, I'm feeling pretty hurt." You pout in a sarcastic manner, knowing Hongjoong can't see your expression. That's okay though, because you know that he can hear the pout in your voice, either way.

"I'm sorry— 'just liked it so much, I—" Hongjoong is then interrupted by you hushing him.

"Shh~ Don't worry, I'll make sure you know how to thank me properly by the end of this." You murmur while spreading and squeezing Hongjoong's cheeks with both hands.

"Just let me work on you, 'kay?"

A loud gasp erupts your ears as you thrust into Hongjoong, clawing into his left asscheek as you hold the remote to the vibrator in your right hand, turning the intensity to the max. You set down the remote under Hongjoong's spread legs, right hand slapping onto his right cheek as you begin thrusting harder and faster into him, huffing as you continue the relentless pace, ignoring Hongjoong's cries and knowing that he's most likely full-on sobbing by now; but you weren't going to let off, not until both of you were satisfied.

"Y/n!" Hongjoong lifts his head from the pillow, sniffling and moaning nonstop. "I'm close!—Aaahn!~ I'm gonna fucking cum!" He shrieks as you begin to hammer deeper inside Hongjoong, causing his eyes to roll back as one of his hands suddenly grips your arm tightly.

"Ah-ah~" You click your tongue, causing Hongjoong to let out a distraught moan. "Thank me first, I'm not gonna let an ungrateful bitch cum." You spit, never stopping your pace, if anything, you even go faster just to taunt Hongjoong and see if he would dare disobey you and cum without permission.

"Thank you— hhhaah~, Y/n!" He gasps, tears flowing down his face beautifully. "Thank you for— mmnh! Fucking me like th—gaah!~ this!" Hongjoong cries out, body trembling as he forces himself to hold in his orgasm until you alert him to.

You smirk, hands kneading Hongjoong's ass. "You never disappoint me, hm?" You then reach down to his untouched dick, stroking it with precision. "Cum for me, you've been such a good boy, you deserve it." You pant into his ear, hearing him scream into his pillow as he lets out possibly his hardest orgasm ever. "You're welcome, by the way.~" You pull out, stroking yourself as a rapid speed, groaning loudly as you cum all over his ass.

You remove the egg vibrator from his hole and turn it off. Your hands then spread your cum all over Hongjoong's ass as you and him catch your breath. Hongjoong collapses onto the bed, spent and now tired.

"Joong, we're gonna need new sheets for tonight.." You giggle, watching him groan in annoyance as you carry him off the bed and onto the couch right next to it. "Stay there, I'll do everything." A grin appears on your face as you watch him nestle into the couch, already falling asleep.

Hongjoong definitely won't be able to make it to dance practice tomorrow.

[zonaraze]

edgeworth having to hold back his whole crew from beating up an old man will never get old to me

[paging-possum]

on some level I understand that welcome to hell is probably a little harder to sell than hazbin given the *gestures vaguely* entire main plotline of w2h THAT SAID im going to be mad about it forever. because one of them is actually funny and has good character design and compelling dynamics and a good plot and its not the one about the freaking hotel.

[justsmilingatnothing]

my hellcheer heart loves the idea of the basketball team sucking real bad so Chrissy can continue being silently unimpressed with everything about Jason but my harringrove heart actually has no problems with this because it adds just the right amount of comedy to my favorite homoerotic basketball scene

[dayurno]

are you going to read tsc when it comes out? and, if not: would you like your acolytes to give you the important kevin day updates or would you rather not?

oh my acolytes huh! well i don’t know :) it’s so nice of you to ask and i’m very touched actually…. nice to me 🥹…. i guess any (good) kevin updates would be nice and probably sway the balance on whether i read it or not, but at first glance i probably won’t read it unless it sparks my curiosity once it’s out and the story starts making its rounds around my circles :) i’m plenty interested in the period where jean stays with the foxes but i don’t much care for the trojans nor the proposed storyline*, though even a picky reader like yours truly can be convinced into buying a story if kevin day’s in it

*by this i don’t mean that i Dislike the process of jean healing but it’s just overall not my favorite theme and, to be frank, i don’t have much interest in reading about a normal well-adjusted team either. from my view tsc is aftg without my favorite parts (namely kevin day as a main character, the foxes’ messy dynamic, problematic and controversial side characters, neil’s narration, The Mafia, andrew in general) and while i am always and forever a ride or die for jean moreau, and i am glad he’s going to get better and be happy, a lot of my feelings for him don’t really stem from the idea that there is a softness underneath all the grit but actually and sincerely the fact that he is crazy. i Love jean because he’s horrible and scared and cruel and i don’t know if i’ll care much for him once he’s out of that state :) i meant it when i said a few months ago that i would’ve been more onboard with a story about the ravens (no matter how gruesome) or even a glimpse of jean’s pov in the nest, though of course nora sakavic should probably choose to be happy every once in a while so i wouldn’t ask her to write that

so tl;dr: you can send me good and relevant kevin updates if you want to and if they’re interesting enough i might read tsc in the future

[eighteenoheight]

Unpopular opinion but I actually like Jessica’s diver outfit. I think it’s camp and tacky which is very much her personality. The one leg and the high heels are so stupid I can’t help but love it.

[void-tiger]

Well…if there’s one (1) good thing about having a crush, it’s that when I’m (for the moment anyway) not worrying about the other person’s boundaries and terror about whether I’ve stomped on them or not + my own frustration at how slow things are to just communicate verbally and directly instead of constantly dancing around nonverbal reads (that are two-way, I suppose but still no substitute, can still mean just about anything)…

…yeah. I do let myself be selfish. Acknowledge what I want instead of burying it so deeply away from my consciousness to not “take up space” I suppose. Finally give myself some damn permission to fall in love with another person “despite” being ace, and “despite” being chronically ill and struggling with my mental health.

And what is it I want?

To feel cared for. Cherished. By someone here. To wake up and have someone greet me with a gentle embrace mindful of the constant chronic pain especially in the mornings to not accidentally pinch things, but not treating me like glass, either. To be given autonomy instead of having it taken away—to do things together, FUN things, without being made to feel guilty about that “taking away” spoons from chores or “well why won’t you just work a job then!” but also respecting my need to rest periodically or take a longer rest after the fact.

To feel heard. To trust that there’s love enough for us to disagree and feel angry and frustrated and sad around eachother and with eachother without judgement, without the risk that things are forever one disagreement or misunderstanding away from falling apart completely or worse.

And please tease me. Teasing is a love language just as much as communication and encouragement and acts of service and finally being held. It’s verbal play, and I trust you to not bully me.

And…I’ve shown as much as I can, I think. I know you’re trying to mirror at least some of it. And I think I’m reading you correctly, but I wish I understood why you seem so terrified to talk directly to me.

[b4kuch1n]

oh my gods I know what adam's fighter is gonna look like now. holy shit. its gonna be SO GROSS I canNOT fucking wait