#really happy w thissss

[bathylychnops]

raiden for @honeyginsen my half of art trade..

unintentional art trade theme of fatboys with huge racks

[drkcatt]

but i've been anywhere and it's not what i want and i wanna be still with you

in the minvaya sauce tonight!!!!!!!!!

[thugbiscuits]

september fic rec list 18+ only

please note: none of these fan fictions were written by me. when you read please make sure to like, comment, and reblog. IT MAKES ALL THE DIFFERENCE.

hello again, freaks >:) im really excited for this month's list. down below you'll find pretty much all the best fics (imo), of every category. it’s mostly smut happy reading!

joel miller fics

make it stick(joel miller x reader, smut) @gutsbys i loved getting to read joel’s inner thoughts.. and how nasty they are omg. i 100% need to have his babies, that’s all.

teacher’s pet (joel miller x virgin!reader, smut) @javiscigarette this fic destoryed my pussy and now i want financial compensation. read at your own risk cause whewww the details are too good. also make sure to read BOTH parts ;)

sugar rush (joel miller x f!reader, fluff) @beardedjoel super fluffy, been reading this to get me ready for spooky season and it hits me right in the feels every time

skincare sunday (joel miller x reader, fluff) @hellishjoel ahh taking care of joel? yes please. this fic is so sweet to me, that’s a real doting and caring man 😤

logan howlett fics

sweet (lumberjack!logan howlett x reader) @fairlyang #NEEDTHAT

make him do what i say (older bf!logan howlett x reader, smut) @dollfacefantasy logan with silver winged hair is superior

vis (logan howlett x afab!mutant reader, smut) @ozarkthedog all i’m saying is that fucking logan before work could save my soul idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

both (logan howlett x reader x storm, smut) @selfcarecap why is nobody talking about this, i would like to talk about this!! this had me crying, screaming and gnawing on the bars of my enclosure.

glory box (old man!logan howlett x reader, smut) @rqnarok oh? oh 😏

time after time (logan howlett x afab!reader, smut) @hyper-fixates if you like the ‘3 times you did and 1 time you didn’t trope’ then this is literally a gift from the fanfic gods !! the slowburn, all feels raaah!

handful of roses (logan howlett x reader, angst fluff) @techwrecker the way logan tries to be a good man is more than enough for me. come home the kids miss you :/

primal love (logan howlett x reader, smut) @strangererotica indeed primal, and indeed lovely. logan is such a needy lover, and this fic was written beautifully.

ex!worst logan howlett x reader, smut) @seventeenpins the banter, the audacity of this man, the AUDACITY. i’m hooked on this version of logan so badly

wade wilson (deadpool) fics

trigger control (wade wilson x girlfriend!reader, smut) @librababe99 HEART EYES

getting nasty w/ wade and logan (poolverine x reader, smut) @darnell-la self explanatory. 11/10

three is a charm (wade x f!curvy reader x logan, smut) i say this a lot but if i could physically eat a fanfic it would be this one. no doubt. i’m eating up every crumb of thissss ! @eloquentlytired

husband!wade wilson (wade wilson x fem!reader, smut) @jojissalsa perfect mix of smutty and sweet imo. wade for husband 2024

bucky barnes fics

big dick is back in town (bucky barnes x f!reader, fluff) @brunchable this was so cute (and canon in my mind). bucky has such a sense of humor in this! OP did such and amazing job on this

loverboy (bucky barnes x reader, fluff) @thevillainswhore i need that man down bad and desperate for me always ! this fic was so adorable to read, i love seeing this side of bucky. aaah such a dream

love language (bucky barnes x reader, fluff, smut) @flowersforbucky this was the sweetest thing ever!

hey, babydoll (bucky barnes x reader, fluff) @buckysmischief smoking with your favorite super soldier, what could be better than that?

hugh jackman fics

controversially young girlfriend @whimsiwitchy it’s always a pleasure when bri updates. and if you haven’t been following this series, i highly reccomend! amazing dialogue, great portrayal of hugh and reader’s romance. get this, it has even better smut. that’s all, go read!

training partners @pedroscurls we were fed with this series! hugh is such a sweetheart with reader, and it truly had me kicking my feet and giggling while reading this.

dividers by @/saradika-graphics <3

lovey’s note: i had to add my own thoughts this time around cause phew, this list had me in my feels. feel free to 100% ignore my ramblings, they don’t make sense half of the time 😂

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑 Chimney my beautiful Cinderella here to sweep Prince Charming off her feet

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮 CRANBERRY ILYILYILY

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️buddie wedding don’t be a disaster escape the tv drama curse

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸 BAD DECISIONS EDDIE I AM WATCHING THROUGH MY FINGERS

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐 May don’t fight the feelings you got thissss

HEY!

Yesss Chim IS Cinderella! Like it's IN THE NAME.

21 for👑:

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 He knows he’s running short on time. He doesn’t want to disrespect Bobby’s incredible generosity by showing up late. But he can’t quite help himself from stepping forward and kissing Maddie again. 

This time, the kiss is longer and a bit more heated. More confident. He can feel the tips of her manicured nails press into the back of his shoulders a little. 

Chim could stay here forever. He wants to stay here forever. 

But he’s on a curfew. 

He pulls away again. “I really do have to go.”

Maddie nods, a little breathless. “I’ll see you soon?”

“God, I hope so.”

She smiles and squeezes his hand reassuringly. 

“Then go. Have a good rest of your shift, Chimney.”

“Have a good rest of your night, Maddie. And, uh, Happy New Year.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think it is.”

---

Sorry in advance that the next sentences are my first draft at Cranberry-verse smut (kinda?)

33 for 🦮:

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“I can stop,” Buck offers.

On the screen, he sees Eddie give a very quick little shake of his head. No. He doesn’t want Buck to stop. 

Buck’s stomach is somersaulting. They’re really going to cross this line, then. Trample over the normal order of things that they might have followed, had they gotten that long-awaited date.

“I think you should do something to make yourself feel better,” Buck suggests, more breathless than he expected to sound. 

“Yeah?” 

Eddie shifts his position a little.

“I think you deserve it,” Buck continues. 

“This is crazy,” Eddie murmurs. 

“Do it anyway.”

Eddie shifts again, switching his phone from one hand to the other. Buck can imagine the other reaching down, snaking beneath his waistband. He feels very warm all of a sudden. Eddie takes a deep inhale as he starts stroking himself, and even translated via FaceTime, the effect is overwhelming on Buck. He feels a pulsing need in his own crotch. 

“God,” he mutters. “I wish I was there.”

“I wish it was you,” Eddie breathes.

Buck wets his lips with his tongue. He’s nervous. More nervous than he’s ever been with this sort of thing.  Because it’s a man. Because that man is Eddie. Because it’s been a while. Because it’s finally, finally, the exact kind of meaningful that he’s always wanted, deep down. He doesn’t know. But he wants to get this right.

“I would take good care of you, if I was there,” Buck promises. 

Eddie’s eyes flutter open and closed, heavy-lidded and dreamy. 

“I’d take my time,” Buck continues.

---

Uhhhhh definitely NO drama AT the wedding? However...

18 for ⚡️:

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Their next call is to the scene of a fire. 

This should not be especially eventful, considering that they are firefighters and all. And, for the drive there, it isn’t. The transit process? Just fine. 

It’s the rest that sends Buck into a tailspin. 

He spends the ride seated next to Eddie, thighs touching. They’re back being partnered together. Sadie earned her shield a couple months back, and has been working as Ravi’s partner since. Buck is pretty proud of her - and himself, for training her. He liked working with her a lot. But he’s happy to be back where he belongs, in terms of workplace duos. 

Buck and Eddie - okay, mostly Buck - talk everyone’s ear off about the house for the time it takes them to get to the fire. They should possibly be a little less giddy headed towards an actual three alarm fire, but at that point, Buck thinks his mood simply can’t be shaken. How naive. 

It is perhaps due to this focus on the house, which is nowhere near the direction they’re headed in to get to this fire, that Buck doesn’t realize what is in the direction of the fire. In his defense, neither does anyone else! Not even Eddie! Even Bobby, who knows better where they’re going, doesn’t put the pieces together. 

---

It may not go the way you think for Eddie!

15 for 🩸:

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When Eddie wakes, it’s to the din of Buck trying to be quiet. He’s not an especially quiet person, especially in spaces where he’s relaxed. Maybe months searching vampire spaces covertly have improved those tendencies, but that doesn’t seem to apply to this morning. Buck treads heavily on the hardwood floors, shuffling to change into sweats before joining Eddie in bed. 

Eddie is bone tired. He doesn’t know why last night’s confrontation has taken so much out of him. Certainly, he’s accomplished far more exhausting feats recently. Dealt with much worse. But he feels like he’s been hollowed out, nonetheless. Yet, beyond all that, there’s a sense of stillness. Like some wriggling, writhing dark thing in him has been surgically extricated. The decision he has made has stamped it out. And while the process has exhausted Eddie, he feels liberated. 

It doesn’t matter what he is. He’s going to find a way to live a life that he can be proud of.

---

24 for 💐:

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“What?” April demands, when she catches May looking out of the corner of her eye. 

“Nothing,” May insists. “Nothing at all.”

“Look, I know I suck,” April sighs. “I’m not an artist!”

“I didn’t say anything!” May protests.

“I played clarinet in high school! I never took an art class I wasn’t forced to take.” April continues. 

May raises an eyebrow. “Well, you seemed happy enough when I suggested the idea for this paint night.”

April shrugs. There’s a smudge of blue across her right hand, and when she lifts it to scratch her head, a little bit of that transfers to her forehead. 

“You seemed like you wanted to do it, so…”

May flushes. 

“I find painting fun,” she admits. 

“Anything is fun when you’re good at it.” April points out. 

“I’m mediocre at best,” May corrects. 

April rolls her eyes. “Well, you’re the second best here.”

“Second best?”

[wonryllis]

YEONIE OBSESSED W UR WRITING ^_^ this is for fun so u dont need to do it but i thought itd be funny :D can u try writing hcs or a tiny blurb drabble of a yeonie x reader lol ? it can even be a joke like writing urself as a popular girl and reader confessing to u but u rejecting them for enha ^_^ when i was on yandere boku no hero academia blr i saw sum accs do it and it was really funny ㅋㅋㅋ [ex : https://mango-bango-bby.tumblr.com/post/641766271772409856]

[ LINK ] OH- OH! OHHHHH what is thissss .. yeonie x reader? damn this is so new and fun and it's making me so shy >< that you want a yeonie au like i hadn't thought of this even in my dreams. THANK YOU SO MUCH, im glad you love my work so much and i loved this babe :3 WARNING, DONT CRINGE PLS or i'll kill you ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ

POPULAR GIRL!YEONIE x READER ( short. )

you could feel the rhythmic thumping of your heart against the warmth of your ears, the sound reverberating inside you like a clock as you waited by the field with the lime hazelnut white chocolate you knew yeonie loved.

it was nerve wrecking to think of the ways this could end and all the things she could possibly say. but alas you couldn't just stand staying in the shadows and admiring her from afar for any longer. especially with so many people pining after her. even if at last you'd be rejected, you wanted to give it a try.

when you spot her amongst the crowd of students, your cheeks grow hotter and your hair starts feeling sticky against your skin. her friends surround her in a circle like a halo of fairies and there in middle as if standing on a pedestal she smiles bright, eyes going cresents and cheeks cutely puffing up. so in contrast to the way you have seen her in class, siren eyes looking cold and face set in stone screaming unapproachable. and perhaps it was this thing about her having different sides that attracted you to her.

as planned, you watch as your friend goes up to her and tells her you wanted to talk, pointing towards your direction to let her know exactly who it is. a part of you wished she knew you but a little part of you also thought it'd be better if you didn't.

"hey, i heard you wanted to give me something?" yeonie's voice startles you, flinching and stumbling a bit at the softness of her tone. it gives you a pang of hope, one that gives a spurt of confidence, albeit short lived.

"yeah um, this, i heard you like it a lot," you hand her chocolate, nibbling on your bottom lip as the words you have wanted to say for so long seem stuck in your throat. feeling more conflicted when she smiles wide at you, the smile you love so much.

"that's so sweet of you!"

"actually i just wanted to say that i like you a lot, and i do not expect you to like me back but if you do, it would make me really happy," classic and simple, hands trembling behind your back and heart skipping beats.

"oh.. um thank you so much for liking me, i really appreciate it. but i'm so sorry i can't return those feelings, i have someone i really like too. i hope you don't hate me for that? we could be friends!" oh how could you refuse any chance to be close to her. if being beside her came at the cost of being just a friend, maybe you'd hide these feelings somewhere beneath and be just that. be your friend you give the soft smiles to.

if only you knew who she got the hots for ..

[weirdprophetess]

been seeing people talk about Ethel Cain a lot and had chills the entire time i watched her perform Morning Elvis with Florence so I'm playing Preacher's Daughter for the first time and writing notes as I go

fair warning this is an incredibly long post

first of all i have to say i love this album cover the dark warm browns are gorgeous and really give off that rural small town vibe and i read a few articles about her so i know she grew up in a place like that and the album title is describing her because her dad was a deacon of the church her and her family grew up in

the basssss the bass starting family tree ooooooohhhhh i love that

these crosses all over my body remind me of who i used to be and christ forgive these bones im hiding from no one successfully jesus can always reject his father but he cannot escape his mothers blood W H A T

THE BEATSSS THEYRE SO DARK AND DRAMATIC AND ATMOSPHERIC IM SCREAMING IM ONE MINUTE IN AND THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST ALBUM INTRO IVE EVER HEARD

my brain chemistry has already been altered i instantly need this on vinyl

loveee the guitar starting off american teenagerrrrrr

the suspended vocalization tooooooo)(U*U@PIHF@

i love love love her voice its so rich and she does deep and high notes both so amazingly welllllllll screaming

the melody the flow of the lyrics the beat the synthy floaty sounds im deadddd i love thissss i want to rip it apart like soft hot bread and eat ittttt

SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT WITH YOU F I S T S FOR ONCE

MAIN CHARACTER TYPE SONG I LOVE THE IRONY I LOVE TEH SADNESS IM GOING TO WALK AROUND TO THIS SO MUCH THAT IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST HONORS I CAN GIVE A SONG @mothercain YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE BITCHHHH

I HAVE FINISHED TWO SONGS AND ITS ALREADY MY NEW PERSONALITY TIME TO HYPERFIXATE FOR MONTHS AND LET IT TAKE OVER THIS WHOLE FUCKING BLOG

THE SUSPENDED PIANO NOTES FOR HOUSE IN NEBRASKA???? Y E S

THE ECHOEY VOCALS MAKE ME INSANE IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS RENDING MY GARMENTS GNASHING MY TEETH OH MY GODDDDDD

I STILL CALL HOME THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA WHERE WE FOUND EACH OTHER IN A DIRTY MATTRESS ON THE SECOND FLOOR WHERE THE WORLD WAS EMPTY SAVE YOU AND I WHERE YOU CAME AND I LAUGHED AND YOU LEFT AND I CRIED WHERE YOU TOLD ME EVEN IF WE DIED TONIGHT THAT ID DIE YOURS

YOU KNOW I STILL WAIT AT THE EDGE OF TOWN PRAYING STRAIGHT TO GOD THAT MAYBE YOULL COME BACK AROUND I HAVE FULL BODY CHILLSSSSSS

THE ROCK GUITAR SMASHING IN AND BEING SO CRUNCHY GODDDDDDDDD

He's never looked more beautiful on his Harley in the parking lot breaking into the ATMs sleeping naked when it gets too hot from what ive heard people say about Lana Del Rey's music this sounds like she might've been an influence

show me how much i mean to you while im lying in these sheets undressed id hold the gun if you ask me to but if you love me like you say you do would you ask me to troubles always gonna find you baby but so will i crying only because im happy hold me across every state line im never gonna leave you baby even if you lose whats left of your mind cause you know ill be right there beside you riding through those western nights

ooh there's another song called family tree the first one was family tree (intro) but there's track five without (intro) delicious

oohhhhhooohohoho same first two lines but then new lyrics

give myself up to him in offering let him make a woman out of me ooooh hoo hoo hooooo

so family tree is a banger

i immediately thought emo cowboy on hearing those lyrics and google actually gave me that so thank you whoever made this image because its truly the essence of this album

the next one is hard times and the first thing i thought of was paramore ive been obsessed with that song lately

nine going on eightaayynn lay it on meeeeeeheeeeheeeee yessssss

im tiiiiired of you too tiiiiired to leave im tiiiired of you still tiiiiied to meeeee

I MET YOU THERE IN TEXAS

MY ASS WHO LIVES IN TEXAS👀👀👀

i met you there in texas somewhere on the thoroughfare on the side of the road with a pistol in my pocket i didnt trust no one but you said baby dont run ill take you anywhere

AND YOU SAID HEY DO YOU WANNA SEE THE WEST WITH MEEEHEEEEEE CAUSE LOVES OUT THERE AND I CANT LEAVE IT BEEEEEE AND I SAID HONEY LOVES NEVER MEANT MUCH TO ME BUT ILL COME WITH YOU IF YOURE SURE ITS WHAT YOU NEED

love love lovvveeeeee the beat that comes in a bit before that part

sad cowgirl winter lets go girls

i am halfway through this album and ive made more notes than i have for some albums twice the length thats how good 13 track albums always are

its not a real cowboy album if youre not spending the last two minutes of a nine and a half minute song just vocalizing

oh the nexts songs called gibson girl ive heard of that but i forgot what it is hang on

a type of drawing by a man named Charles Gibson of the ideal woman of the 1890s ooh should be interesting

the intro for this songgggg

the production is the fucking besttttt

the echoes for this one too yesss i love this shitttt

i dont even know what image to put this over but just youre all the same black leather and dark glasses pourin another while i shake my ass hes cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed obsession with the money addicted to the drugs says hes in love with my body thats why hes fucking it up

the guitar breakkkkkkk:PO(*&^%$^;l;pqokpiaw

next ones name is ptolemaea so lemme go look that up too

oh yeahhh that greek astrologer dude okay

ooh the distortion in the beginningggg

the intensity building is so horror-like i love it

the screech on the last stop made me jump a lil goodbye

I am the face of loves rage what the fuck

the guitar and drums all getting more intense after that line remind of of the end of I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers ill take ten million more songs with that please

the entire ending um???

its a good thing i decided to listen to this album around noon and not the middle of the night because i love demonic speaking parts but not when my eyes arent adjusted to the dark girl

ooh august underground is an instrumental i went to look up the lyrics and apparently its named after a horror film trilogy so ill probably check that out soon

televangelism is also purely instrumental and genius says its ethels ascent to heaven as music god this sounds gorgeous

what i wouldnt give to be in church this sunday listening to the choir so heartfelt all singing god loves you but not enough to save you so good luck on your own baby so i said fine cause thats how my daddy raised if they strike one once then you just hit em twice as hard but in the end the fire bent under the weight they gave me and this heart would break and fall twice as far eating these lyrics

WE ALL KNOW HOW IT GOES THE MORE IT HURTS THE LESS IT SHOWS BUT I STILL FEEL LIKE THEY ALL KNOW AND THATS WHY I COULD NEVER G O BACK HOME E T H E L THERE IS NO NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS???

SO I MET HIM THERE AND TOLD HIM I BELIEVE SINGING IF ITS MEANT TO BE THEN IT WILL BE AND I FORGIVE IT ALL AS IT COMES BACK TO ME IM STILL PRAYING FOR THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA BY THE HIGHWAY OUT ON THE EDGE OF TOWN DANCING WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN I CANT LET GO WHEN SOMETHINGS BROKEN ITS ALL I KNOW AND ITS ALL I WANNA KNOW

one more song i have no idea what to say

freezer bride, your sweet divine look i have been obsessed with the locked tomb for over a year im not going to NOT think of Alecto when i see this

when my mother sees me on the side of a carton in winn-dixie's dairy aisle like the one promo picture for this right

and arlington's in texas👀👀👀

f.inisheddd thea lbum(*&#!OHPI#!HFo

wow what the hell was that im going to obsess over it forever

if there is not a colored vinyl of this i am going to fucking murder someone this deserves something gorgeous for me to stare at while its playing

in conclusion i cannot in any way let my religious mother know im trying to get this album so im going to work with my friend who helps me get explicit/gay music my mom wont let me because spotifys alright but i need to listen to this on my little portable cd player with headphones on full blast on the floor in the middle of the night because truly every album experience is better that way but especially shit like this

ethel if youre reading this how the everloving FUCK is this your debut album this literally deserves a grammy we all know they havent been shit for a while but if you dont get one for this im going to maul the entire Academy for real. keep doing weird shit i literally heard about you from Morning Elvis with Florence, my number one weird music woman and her taste has not failed me yet, especially not after an hour of being immersed in this

[nulltune]

Positivity anon is back again and wishing you and yours a very happy weekend! Do you have any upcoming holiday plans that you're excited for? Or, if you don't celebrate the holidays, then is there anything you're looking forward to that's happening in the next few weeks? Also, if I happen to not be around for this, I'd like to wish you a very happy holidays and a Happy New Year as well! Keep on shining, you wonderful star! ♡

i'm hella late for thissss but welcome back positivity anon!!!! i'm a homebody so i just like to stay and chill at home during the weekends- nothing really eventful outside of hanging out with friends and yadda yadda. i really enjoy a chill weekend like that tho!! it's an absolute w for mee <3 i'm not really a festive person, but i'll probably just use the holidays as an excuse to treat myself to sth nice GGDKFGSKD (HAVE BEEN EYEING THIS FANCY BENTO BOX IN THE CONVENIENCE STORE....) (<- this lowkey sounds kinda sad in a funny way but trust me i am a convenience store luvr 💖) oo and i do have a lot of plans with friends for christmas and new year's too !! ✨️✨️ which is always nice no matter where we goo :DD

happy holidays and a happy near year to you too, positivity anon!! ❤️💝❣️💕💓💖💞 not to be granny, but DAMN ICB TIME FLIES SO FAST IT'S ALMOST 2023???? waaoowww... but i hope u have good one as well!! IM TOO LAME TO BE A STAR SGDKSHFJ but tysm 🥺❤️ keep thriving andd slaying, you wonderful ray of positivity!! (i am literally so bad with words goob bye-) TYSM FOR THE ASK AS ALWAYS 🥺🥺

[m1ckeyb3rry]

THANK YOUU so nice to be back to being unproductive LMAO

USHDDKSJA DW IM BACK FOR MORE OAEU JOKES AND OTHER GOOFY RAMBLINGS wait bro people are already actually taking it too seriously??? I was gone for three days and this is what happens dw Im back and ready to slander and throw hands /j also damn was it ever that serious like people have opinions so even if you were serious??? Smh glad to be back and will fs be stepping up my Mira defender game wtf

NO FR Barou in a diff universe cmon you KNOW Karasu is right up your alley take the bait Barou fans take the bait…..but SAME???? The first ep really did him wonders probably also because eightbit put extra effort into the first ep….

MY RIDE OR DIE WE’RE IN THIS TOGETHER!!! Yeah I’d never join itoshiopolis because the fans there are actually kinda insane but ig I won’t slander him for being emo looking as often

Pursuit tabieita fr my favorite I can’t wait to see them introduced and having their dumbass moments LMAO

Aikuniko unexpected duo my Roman Empire I never expected to like either character LMAOOO ok wait speaking of I saw some profiles floating around from the new bible??? I thought it was releasing later but????? Ok I tried to grab the link from Reddit (ew I know) but it wouldn’t let me for whatever reason without like sending it as a thing through Reddit but I don’t even have an account and I’m not about to make one (maybe technology hates me atp or I should start cracking out an industrial grade computer to do shit) soooo but if you just scroll in the main blue lock subreddit there’s a bunch of profiles posted including Aiku kiyora Hiori Nanase etc! Aikus has me dying but I think I just got my shit rocked reading hioris what the fuck LMAOOO anyways um happy reading!!

FRRR im already interacting with every bllk post that comes my way to try and influence my fyp but it gets taken over by like random shit idek but yeahhhh definitely more slideshow looking this time HAHA the way they animated chigiri running really had me crying because why did they just drag him across the screen like that but I mean either way KARASUUUU HE FR LOOKED SO GOOD AND OMG YEAH THE HANDS >>>>>> i agree he did look more majestic in the manga LOL yeah i think the smirk makes the animators exaggerate some proportions and whatnot but the extra Bambi panel thank you eightbit the way I screamed when I heard the villain line LMAOOO

FRRR nagi Karasu majestic panel when!! Maybe we’ll get one from epinagi if it ever gets to the MC vs PXG match LOL

15K FOR AN OPP IS CRAZY LMAOOO no because you’re serving even FOR the opps that’s actually crazy if I had to make content for an opp I feel like I’d half ass it but anyways GOGO YOU GOT THISSSS

- Karasu anon

HOORAY FOR BEING UNPRODUCTIVE 🙂‍↕️💖

OAEU JOKES ON TOP they will never not be funny to me sorry not sorry…please it really never was that deep i’m afraid!! people mostly keep it cute and idm diff opinions but sometimes it’s like okay well i fear you missed the point a bit here. i fear i was just joshing with ya. i fear i was being overly dramatic to prove a point. SORRY I WON’T DO IT AGAIN 😭💔

BAROU FANS PLEASEEE KARASU FANS ALREADY LOVE BAROU LETS FORM A COALITION PLSSS and yeah they def put more effort into the first ep KDJFJS maybe it’s because nagi’s in that ep so they had to lock in…also the barou cameo in this ep had me giggling he looked rlly good in it too he’s so #bae

RIDE OR DIESSSS FR okay wait this is insanely controversial but it has to be said idc abt itoshi bros angst i just don’t think it was ever that serious idk how people genuinely cry and feel sad abt it…maybe it’s because i’m coming from fandoms where characters die and shit but like it just isn’t sad to me??? like okay sae doesn’t want to play soccer w rin anymore…maybe rin just needs more hobbies or smth LSHFSJJDSN IDK IDK TOP TEN OPINIONS THAT WOULD PUT A HIT ON ME FR itoshi fans do NOT play

I CAN’T WAIT EITHER UGH I JUST NEED TO FINISH THIS REQ AND THEN I’M ON IT

OKAY i just read through them 😭 KIYORA’S HAS ME CACKLING WHY IS BRO FREAKY LIKE THAT 😫 maybe karasu and otoya were onto smth when they decided to bully him…also kurona and his multiple pet hedgehogs?? hello??? that is SO random yet somehow also in character…pls hiori’s insane celebrity crush is so funny and AIKU omg the way he has a gambling and underage drinking issue is so him i can’t he’s so insane and him hating chocolate is SO in character somehow like he would be the one 😰 just patiently sitting and waiting for more karasu barou and yukimiya content now 👁️👁️ nagi has his own spinoff manga so i’m pretty fed in terms of nagi info but the other three GIVE IT TO ME NOW wait also aiku having an older and younger sister just like otoya is hilarious what is it abt that combo that creates absolute VILLAINS ⁉️

hold on related to epinagi i have to say i did not care abt himizu’s backstory bruh literally who even likes him he’s done nothing in the main series 😭 i’ve seen predictions that he might somehow injure chigiri in barcha vs mc but i don’t think he would just because chigiri’s leg is such a major plot point that idt they’d do smth to it without isagi around?? if that makes sense?? idk though

PNG LOCK WE ARE SO BACK 🙂‍↕️ i’m laughing at least they didn’t fumble too much w the art style…i feel like we knew going into it that the majority of the budget went into the u20 match so it was kinda expected ngl…HEARTBREAKING as a karasu fan but THRILLING as a nagi/barou fan 😭 sacrifices must be made ig at least karasu is incapable of looking bad and does have some scenes in u20 too so all hope is not lost!! plus we get the scene of all of them shirtless in the locker room and one thing abt 8bit they eat UP shirtless scenes LSJFJDJD expecting smth glorious for shirtless karasu’s anime debut

omg wait actually now that you mention it epinagi might have smth usable in the current match i’ll have to go back and lurk…epinagi artist LOVES karasu his panels are always insanely good the problem is like he has so few panels that if i make a karasu theme my blog will look exactly the same as every other karasu fan’s and my individuality complex will not allow that /hj

OUT SOON I PROMISE I’M FINISHING UP had to take a break for dinner and some internship application stuff but i’m back to the grind now TRUST

[jaylver]

RIN LOVE IM SORRY IM LATE I WAS TOO EXHAUSTED YTD AND I FELL ASLEEP BEFORE I COULD READ LOVE AT FIRST SPEED 😭😭😭😭

but now that i've finished reading it...

their first meeting was SO UNSRS like PLEASE HEE WAS SEARCHING HIS SOCKS FOR HIS KEY CARD?,!,' & NOT YN WITNESSING EVERYTHING TOO ☠️☠️☠️ soooo chaotic

the morning after was so cute and completely unexpected for me bc what was yn doing there 🤨🤨 was my first thought i was like noooo wayyy??? this entire scene was so ,!?.!,'@!.!,?.?.!. like hee was down HORRENDOUS already its kinda insane but u go king!!! and then came the NICKNAMES WHAT THE FUCK. URE JOKING OH URE JOKING. r u crazy or am i insane? i ABSOLUTELY LOVED to be able to see how their relationship and dynamics developed <3 not every writer includes that but i really enjoy reading how everything comes into play!!! heeyn's dynamic is so soulmate bff coded sooo comfortable

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THEIR FIRST DATE. DAWGGGGGGGG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THISSSS 🤣🤣🤣🤣 they're so freaking cute <33333 and then cue jake being sus 🤨🤨🤨🤨 one of my FAV lines from this fic was when hee told jake "i will, like my heart depends on it" like sir. GOD ME WHENNNNN???!:!: i also love how heeyn's r/s didnt feel rushed? if that makes sense 😭 like yn knew she felt smth for hee but she also knew she wasnt ready yet. with that being said, i also loved how we could tell how equally down bad heeyn were for each other 🤪 like it was not one sided AT ALL. she told him her heart feels full every time she sees him 😭😭😭😭 🤍🤍🤍🤍 albeit drunk... but ☠️

and then the lack of verbal communication for their feelings came through 💔💔😟💔😟💔💔 I WAS LIKE YAAAAAS when they kissed in my head i was like "ohhh yea they r official now" and then boom. 🤯. i totally understand hee bc up until then yn didnt tell him what she really felt about him so he was valid for feeling that way but him choosing to avoid and run away instead of talking to her abt wasnt the wisest choice 😞 im so glad he came to find her to talk to her afterwards 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 my couple made it 😭🤍

then came the last race.. HEE WONNNN!!!! DESERVEDDDDD 🥇 he fawking kissed her in front of everyone AND ASKED TO BE TGT OFFICIALLY 🥹🫂🤍 MY HEEYNNNNN absolutely INSANE. i was giggling & kicking my feet btw 😭 the last scene. dont even. THEY R SO CUTE UGH BOTH OF THEM SAYING HOW THEYRE SO LUCKY TO HAVE EACH OTHER?:!:&.&/ thats it im out. i cant take this lovey dovey shit no more (i absolutely ate that up)

& in case u couldnt tell i LOVED love at first speed i really enjoyed reading it!!! thank u for sharing it w us 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 & i cant wait to see what else u have in store for the series!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD. THIS. WHATM. THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS LENGTHY FEEDBACK!!!

honestly reading this made my day A LOT. it also reassured me so much because i had a lot of self doubts while writing lafs, so seeing your positive feedback only made me cry tears of joy. love u love u! i'm so happy you loved it a lot! i'll make sure to cook up a good fic for the 2nd installment 🙏

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

io 🥺🥺🥺🥺 …………

first of all im sorry its taken me a bit to get to this!!! usually when i get tags and comments that are so thoughtful i just let them marinate for a while so can gather my thoughts psjidkdj 😭😭 but i NEED u to know how much this means to me!!!

like. gosh. i cant tell u how emotional i got reading this?? u r so so kind and sweet and im just soooo happy u enjoyed it …. AND UR SONG IOOOO i already gushed abt it a lot but im still so floored like . i cant praise it enough. i cant praise YOU enough. i was kicking my feet holdinh my head in my hands i was so excited PDVDNBD

anyway!!! im just gonna pick out a couple of ur comments and respond to them but i need u to know that literally every single thing u said made me sniffle im just so touched :’3 instantly went to my motivational folder hehe im gonna read em over and over again when i need a pick me up!!

i think this is the most beautiful way i’ve seen his eyes described to date. 

^ THIS IS SOSO KINDDDD i rlly wanted to depict his eyes in like . the most breathtaking glow-in-the-dark kinda way ever psjdkjd im so happy u thought it was beautiful <33

jesus christ. like atp i was nervous i’d just be quoting your entire fic back to you. i couldn’t believe i had just read this. like. i’m not trying to gas you but i think if you ever write an anthology of poems i’d be first in line to buy???

^ IOOOO 😭😭😭 u r way too sweet im sobbing. im soooooosososo flattered n touched by how much u liked the writing???? to me the biggest compliment ever is when ppl call it ”poetic” so im just . sitting here giggling and smiling LMAO im overjoyed !!

can you tell i’m obsessed with the imagery of the apricot blossoms. it HIT every single time. 

^ AND THISSSSS IM SOO HAPPY U NOTICED IT i think ur the first person to point it out!!! i looovvee apricot blossoms idk why i just love them and i think i associate them a lot w satoru too!!

almost lost my cool here. almost got very very very fucking feral. his knight in all reality, her knight in his eyes fr.

^ THISSSS THIS THIS U GET IT prince!gojo is literally so devoted so obsessed so in love that he comes off as the knight and reader is just . 🧍 like KNOW UR PLACE SMH (i think their mutual devotion is just sooo sweet though i got so excited when u pointed it out)

i really puffed out my chest when i read this. immediately though to myself. “i’m NOT little no more” 😤

^ STOP UR SO CUTE no bc i think that would make him tease u more 😭😭 hes sooo infuriating. ”little knight” this ”little knight” that he thinks its a petname LMAO

READY TO FLING MYSELF INTO A VAT OF MY OWN ADORATION FOR HIM OH MY GOD I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM. SLAY ALL HIS ENEMIES. RETRACT EXISTENCES JUST TO AVENGE HIM. COAT MY HANDS IN THE BLOOD OF THOSE WHO CROSS HIM AND PAINT MY SWORD IN MY DEFENSE OF HIS HONOR. Y’ALL ARE NOT SEEING ME IF I’M HIS KNIGHT. 🤺🤺🤺

^ SOOOOO REAL SO TRUE IM NODDING IN AGREEMENT…… i would literally lay my life down for him fr

WHO IS THE KNIGHT SIR IS IT YOU OR ME. WE SIT ON A HILL MADE OF OUR SIGHS N THE DEVOTION WE TRADE BETWEEN BREATHS FEELS LIKE A KISS! YOUR HONOR I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. I’D OBLITERATE EVERYTHING IN ALL BRUTALITY JUST TO STRETCH THE LENGTH OF HIS SOFTNESS FURTHER YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!!!

^ ”we sit on a hill made of our sighs n the devotion we trade between breaths feels like a kiss” IO???? dont drop bangers like this in my rbs i fell to my KNEES…. no bc ur so right!! one is a knight and one is a prince but when theyre alone like that theyre just the same yknow?? both soo devoted and sappy and soft :<

I’M SUPER SHY SUPER SHY BUT WAIT A MINUTE WHILE K MAKE YOU MINEEEEE! 😭🤚🏾 my god i got butterflies. i felt soooo shy. i pulled my blanket up over half my face dear god i’m so in love with him. dizzy. drunk on fondness. drowning in it. 😭😭😭

^ I WAS SOO HAPPY TO READ THIS PSJFJS i was reeaaallyyy hoping that line would hit a lil bit….. i giggled a little writing it LMAO hes just the softest man in the world 🥺🥺 its so natural to him too!!

AAAA AND UR TAGS IO 💔💔💔 theyre ALL so sweet and funny i cant tell u how happy i am that u enjoyed it 🥺🥺 like REALLY this made my whole week. ur so so KIND i dont even know what to say …….. i know ive mentioned this before but i really do love ur writing sooo much and i think its so poetic and pretty!!! so it means sm coming from u <333

i wanna say more but this is already long wahh ;;; i just appreciate u so much!! tysm for reading and taking the time to write this all out <333

how deep is your devotion? ; satoru gojo

synopsis; you’re his knight, and he’s your prince. if only it were that simple.

word count; 6.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, royalty au (..but no effort put into making it historically accurate in any way oops), knight!reader x prince!toru!!, childhood friends, mutual pining, fluffy overall, some hurt/comfort too, vague allusions to abuse (reader is punished by one of the castle maids as a child but it’s only really hinted at), knight!reader is horrendously devoted but prince!gojo is arguably worse, he would burn the world down if u asked nicely <3

a/n; big big BIG thank u to @softgirlgonehaywire for having the biggest brain in the world and infecting me w this concept <33 if u pay attention while reading u can tell the exact moment i started slowly spiraling into insanity

you are five years old when you meet the prince.

five years old, a mere child, and too young to be blinded by such brilliance. too young to be where you are; curled up in a dark alley, back against a grimy brick wall, covered in bruises. like a beaten dog — scrawny and afraid. waiting for a strike that never comes.

the boy in front of you is also five years old, but you don’t know that. something in him looks older, somehow, something in the way he carries himself. like he doesn’t have anything to be afraid of. like he’s never even felt fear. he parts his lips and speaks like he has the right to, like he’s comfortable in his own skin, a radiance so blinding you could mistake him for the sun. too much for you to bear.

”does it hurt?”

the words fall on deaf ears. but you flinch, your body reacts, a tremble down your tiny spine. you hear the sound but not the words. too mesmerized, too paralyzed, unable to look away from the blue of his eyes, painted with rich watercolour hues. seeping into the world around you like ink on paper, cobalt and aquamarine and something else, something you’ve never seen before —

a blue so jarring it makes you shiver.

the boy has an innocent face. almost girlish, plump cheeks and long lashes, clean clothes and smooth skin. a little too pretty to be out here, you think, in this part of town — too pure to be anywhere near someone like you. he’s above you, that much you can tell. a pretty, innocent face, untouched by dirt or ache; the face of royalty. an entirely different species.

there’s something keen in his eyes, a contrast to his childlike features. a sharp gaze, something that sees through you, something that won’t look away. something mildly frightening. enough to have you cowering in fear, hugging your knees closer to your chest.

but then he smiles. and it’s sincere. sweet, vibrant, all honey and milk and a world you cannot reach.

a smile so captivating you take his outstretched hand, and let him drag you away to god-knows-where.

(that's how it begins. the dynamic that’ll follow you into your adult lives; satoru takes the lead, and you follow. no matter where he’s going.)

satoru gojo, as you soon come to learn, is the prince of the nation you reside in. the only child of the royal family, born with talent and prestige, fame and fortune, set to become king. a different species, indeed.

but he brings you home with him, to a castle so grand you feel as if your very presence is an insult to the architects who designed it, and convinces his parents to let you stay. it’s surprising, but you don’t protest; following him like a puppy at his trail. and he’s stubborn, insistent, demanding that he get to keep said puppy. 

the king and queen don’t care one way or another. they glance at you with apathy, and tell satoru to do what he wants — but convincing the scary and displeased castle maids takes some work. 

satoru doesn’t waver, though. he holds your hand in his, and demands that you be treated with respect.

and he wins. he always wins.

that’s how you become the prince’s playmate. raised alongside him, allowed to stay close, eat from the same food. he won’t settle for anything less. defending your honour, always, before you even know what honour means. before you care.

time passes slowly. joyously. every day is a new adventure, as you attempt to get used to the miracle that is your new life — sweet and silky, apricot blossoms and fresh peaches, duvet pillows and a bubbly laughter you didn’t know you still had. he coaxes it out of you, with every secret midnight outing, every bout of mischief he drags you both into. 

satoru has nice hands, uncalloused palms, fingers that grasp yours and don’t let go. he takes you outside, to see the stars, to catch fireflies in the dark of night on top of the hill that oversees the castle. to take a dip in the river just below it, gleaming a silver hue under the blue shade of the moon. you worry about getting in trouble, but he reassures you — the prince can do what he wants.

that might be true, but you are no prince. not even close. satoru may safeguard you, but all you’ll ever be in the eyes of the world is a stray he got to keep.

and one time, only one time, you do face the repercussions of your midnight outings. you, and you alone. a bad influence — seething words, buzzing in your ears. an angry castle maid, and a stinging pain in your cheek. blurry tears. 

but that’s an incident no one in the castle dares to speak of.

(you’ll never forget that look in his eyes.)

satoru is an odd boy. he keeps you close, always, clinging to you like he needs you to breathe. you don’t understand why, but you’ve learned not to question him. the castle guards all know you as the prince’s best friend, and some part of you knows that’s all you’ll ever amount to. but you don’t mind.

because you love him. at five years old, six years old, seven and beyond, you love him. satoru gojo, the kindest boy in the stratosphere. 

a boy who keeps finding you, no matter where you are, who tugs you along as naturally as the rise of the sun. who raids kitchen cabinets with you and always makes you laugh, little giggles and chuckles that have him beaming proudly. a boy who cleans your wounds with a serious expression, and tells you that he’ll protect you forever. 

(you tell yourself the same. that you’ll protect him forever and ever, until you run out of air to breathe. a boy so sweet you’d die for him.)

a pledge is made. you make it before you know what a pledge is. pledging to protect him, to become his sword, because even as a child you understand that his life will be difficult. you see it in the dullness that sometimes comes over his eyes, the apathy of his so-called parents, the hours he spends locked up with nothing but a pile of dusty books to keep him company. 

so you decide to become his knight. his, and his alone. 

it’s challenging. but you push through; training with another aspiring knight, miles better than you, black hair tousled by the breeze as he knocks you off your feet for the thirtieth consecutive time. wincing as the girl who sometimes watches your sparring patches you up, soft hands cleaning your wounds so tenderly that you almost choke up.

and eventually, as the apricot blossoms of the castle orchard wilt and bloom over and over in a flurry of pure white, your dream comes true. 

there’s something playful in satoru’s eyes, when he places his blade on the curve of your shoulder. something sweet and fond, and just a little bit ironic — as if you’re still seven years old, and playing house. 

you want to tell him that it isn’t a joke. that you’re serious, about this, that you’d tear your stomach open to keep him safe. but you know he’d just laugh. so you let the words clog up your throat, honey-sweet devotion sticking to the walls of your esophagus. breathing in through your nose, as he speaks. as the words you’ve waited to hear flow from his glossy lips.

when all is said and done, satoru smiles. he calls you his little knight, and you can tell that he’s teasing you. indulging you, as if he’s in on some joke that you aren’t. but you’ll take what you can get.

you call him my prince, expecting him to laugh it off, but his smile begins to fall. and a pang of ache rushes through your soul, instantaneous, guilty, although you don’t understand why.

so you keep calling him satoru. even though it’s more than a little unprofessional, and you become painfully accustomed to receiving a few judgemental looks here and there. a knight and a prince shouldn’t be so very close, they think, and you don’t disagree. but there’s nothing they can do about it, anyhow.

the prince and his knight can do what they want.

not much changes. you’re his knight, but he treats you the same as before. he’s playful, a little goofy, and you indulge him. as always. attached at the hip, bickering and bantering, bouncing off each other effortlessly. and satoru never bothers to hide your history, the soft spot he has for you; it’s in every fleeting glance, soft tilt of his head, teasing call of ah, there’s my favorite knight. 

(you’re no stranger to jealous looks. sometimes a pout on the lips of a pretty girl, a crease between the brows of one of your fellow knights. and sometimes a glare, from his fiancée — a woman he was engaged to before he was old enough to speak.

but you don’t mind. you’ve never cared what anyone but satoru thinks of you.)

satoru never loses his smile, that effortless air of confidence. the charm that makes people want to follow him, a charisma you know well. one you fell victim to at five years of age. he’s still just a prince, far from being a king, but he receives the same respect.

and that keen, sharp glimmer in his eyes never quite goes away; the hardened shell around his heart unbroken. you see it in fleeting glances, during meetings, ones he allows you to attend despite your status. when he speaks to a room of people with more power than you can imagine, his voice unwavering. back straight. elegant, serious, the presence of royalty — enough to receive respect without even trying. 

but he still shoots you a smile, easygoing, when your eyes meet. one only you can see.

as for you, the step into knighthood is a clumsy one. but you take your duties seriously, and adjust properly. a deep devotion runs through your veins, from your beating heart down to the tips of your fingers, where a sword lies clutched. you keep it close, always, ready to serve. to obey. to protect. 

all of it for one person.

all you do is for him. duels in his honour, beasts slain for his peace of mind, and he’s always there to welcome you back. wiping the blood from your cheek, tenderly, smearing his untainted skin with red; all while he looks at you softly, a coo or word of praise waltzing on the tip of his tongue. 

that’s only for when you remain unscathed, though, when the blood on your cheek isn’t your own. when you get hurt, it’s different — something begins to brew inside his eyes, and you can’t tell what it is. but he insists on bandaging you himself, paying no mind to your meek protests.

sometimes, you’re more reckless than usual. your injuries worse. sometimes he looks upset, angry with you, and doesn’t speak. you don’t, either.

a strange look comes over his eyes, every now and then. when you get down on one knee, to kiss his hand, the metal of the ring on his finger — and if you look up, you’ll see it. simmering inside those blue depths, something just as fond as it is sad. troubled, you think.

(something tells you he’d kneel, too, if only you’d let him.)

the bond between you remains intact. even as you begin to shoulder more responsibilities, more duties, even though you don’t have as much freedom as you used to. even though you seem to get less time to spend with each other every single day. but you stay together, even so; just like when you were children, running around and causing trouble, more than you could get away with now. 

despite everything, satoru has grown up into a fine man. and you couldn't be prouder.

“do you think i look good in black? be honest.”

you throw him a glance. curious, somewhat perplexed, eyeing him up and down.

satoru is wearing a white blouse, puffy sleeves and a low neckline, showing off the skin of his bare chest. no black colours to be seen. you think back to that banquet he attended last month, forced into an expensively tailored black coat. a corset around his waist. and then you hum.

“sure you do.”

”suguru said it makes me look like a try-hard,” he scoffs, crossing his arms. tilting his head in your direction. ”do you think he’s jealous?”

”definitely.”

a moment passes. 

satoru narrow his eyes, and gives you a dubious look. clicking his tongue. ”… something tells me you aren’t taking this seriously.”

”i am,” you assure him, a lazy smile at your lips. meeting his gaze, that displeased little pout. still smoothing a brush down the mane of your horse, the smell of hay soothing your muddled senses. ”just tired. you look good in anything. you know that.”

he hums. silent, the sound of a spring breeze filling in the gaps.

it’s late. outside the stables, the world is engulfed by a dark sky, almost too murky to see anything. hazy stars glimmer in the distance, and a sense of fatigue gnaws at your bones. it’s been a long day, and yet you’re here — doing even more work. just a little more.

and satoru’s right there with you. even though he’s just sitting there, on the floor, not lifting a finger to help. not that he has to. insistent on spending some quality time with you, keeping you company. just talking and munching on the food he snuck in, bread and cheese and an expensive bottle of wine, that he leaves completely untouched. he tries to leave some of everything else for you, though. keyword being tries.

a sense of peace simmers in the air. palpable, almost enough to taste, as midnight air streams in from the opened doors, chilly and pleasant on your skin. ruffling the thin fabric of your clothing.

and it’s nice, you think, just to have satoru there — talking about this and that, complaining about all the annoying people he had to meet yesterday, yawning every now and then. nostalgic. like this, it almost feels like you're still kids. back when you spent every single hour of the day by each other’s side.

it’s been a long time since you got the chance to speak like this. satoru’s been busy, and so have you. more so than usual.

”are they running you ragged?” he suddenly asks, and you don’t realize you’ve spent the last minute staring into space. resuming your brushing, with steady hands, but turning your head to meet his gaze.

”need me to…” he makes a slicing motion with his hand, right over his throat. a glint of mischief in his eyes. ”handle it?”

and you scoff. amused, but answering him seriously; unsure if his question is all-together humorous, if it doesn’t carry a hint of something genuine too. ”of course not.”

there’s a weariness in the way you blink. the way you pet the animal in front of you, having finished getting the dirt and blood clots out of her mane. she lays down in her stall, and you smile. turning around to rest your back against the wooden border between you, a respite for your aching bones.

it gets just a little bit tiring, sometimes. fighting, patrolling, helping townsfolk. protecting the castle, making sure everything is in order. killing whatever needs to be killed. cleaning the stained silver of your sword.

but…

”it’s my duty,” you answer, seriously, and it comes out sounding like a vow. because it is. 

you avoid his gaze, but you can feel it, as you pick up the wine bottle by your feet and pop the cork. soft moonlight flits in from the windows, illuminating the green glass. a chartreuse glow that reminds you of fireflies, shimmering in your grasp, and for some reason it soothes your heart.

satoru only hums, far from approving. popping a piece of cheese into his mouth. 

after a brief pause, he continues. ”you don’t have to be so serious all the time, you know.” his voice comes out a little raspy. it’s got a certain tilt to it, one that means he wants you to take him seriously. ”not around me.”

you take a sip of the wine. expensive, blood red. it’s too sweet for your taste, heavy on your tongue.

”… i’m less serious with you than i am with others.”

satoru sits up a little straighter.

”yeah?” he grins, a kind of satisfaction blooming in his eyes. cerulean and sweet. almost smug, you think, like the cat that got the cream. ”that’s good. you really should loosen up, though.”

a glance. fleeting, just to see him — but he isn’t looking at you. he’s looking outside, through the opened window, at the sway of the apricot trees. white petals flitting in, landing by his feet. in his hair.

when his eyes meet yours, they’re smoothed over by that something you can never put your finger on. a blend between longing and fondness. crinkled at the edges.

”you’ve got a pretty smile,” he exhales. ”be a shame not to show it off.”

when you look at him, really look at him, you see it. that fatigue. it slips out when he talks to you, a sincere way of speaking that never quite allows him to hide his emotions. you hear the hint of a yawn, can practically feel the weight on his shoulders. the weight of an entire nation. a weight he was always bound to carry.

(you could never bring yourself to be even remotely alright with it.)

“have you been doing okay?” you ask, and satoru blinks. there’s a soft look in your eyes, as they trail over the contours of his face, his lashes catching the light of the stars. an innocent, pretty face. but he looks tired. frail. like he hasn’t been sleeping properly.

something rotten bubbles up inside your throat.

”they’re running you ragged, too,” you say, hand settling on your hip. where your sword usually is. unconsciously, on instinct — or maybe just to make him laugh. ”need me to step in?”

satoru chuckles. husky, mellow. dripping with soft amusement.

”settle down, little knight.”

a moment passes. silent. his eyes flutter shut, for a second, and a breath slips from his lips. almost a sigh. in the distance, you hear the quiet coo of an owl. 

”of course,” he eventually answers, opening his eyes. and you think he looks a little resigned. but smiling. self-deprecating, you think, although he’d like you to assume otherwise. ”all of it is just preparation, anyhow.” 

a flimsy smile, as he looks into your knowing eyes. ”it’s what i was born for, wasn’t it?”

you purse your lips.

“… i don’t think so.”

another chuckle. a little delighted, this time. 

“yeah,” he cranes his neck, emitting a low groan. “me neither.” something sweet blossoms in his eyes, sweet like the crunch of the apple he bites into, juice dribbling down his chin. ”but it is what it is.”

a beat. you part your lips, trying to find the right words. ”tell me if there's anything i can do,” you settle on. the same words you always choose. ”anything at all.”

satoru smiles. “right.” his voice carries a teasing tilt; almost a purr. ”there’s nothing you wouldn't do for me, hm?” 

“— there isn’t.” you smile. “nothing at all.”

he blinks. a little dazed, for a second, and you watch as his ears redden. slight, enough for you to notice, but gone before you can bring it up. a contemplation smooths over his features. and a pleasant breeze flits in, ruffling his hair, apricot petals kissing up his skin. he looks at the apple in his hands.

then he sighs. placing his palms on his knees, and rising to his feet. his arms twitch, muscular beneath the flimsy blouse, and you gulp. although you aren’t sure why.

“alright, then.” his eyes flicker in the dim light, sharp and decisive. he crosses over to you with long strides. “there is something you can do.”

when he’s close enough, satoru reaches out his hand; opening his palm. a silent beckoning. you look at him, not saying a word. his expression is unreadable. 

then you intertwine your fingers with his. unquestioningly, even in the midst of your confusion.

(it reminds you of that day. when he pulled you up to your feet, held your hand in his and refused to let go. leading you to the promise of something better.)

no matter where he goes, you follow.

and satoru grins. it’s sweet, just like back then, a smile so vibrant you wish you could tuck it into your sleeve and keep it there forever. he curls his fingers around yours, gentle, fondness bubbling up inside his eyes. for a second, you think you see the sun.

“come with me.”

at first, you truly aren’t sure where he’s going to take you. hand in hand, you begin to walk, feeling the midnight breeze nip at your skin. beyond the castle walls, away from the hustle and bustle of the nearby town. satoru holds your hand and smiles, tousled tufts of white hair swaying with the wind, leading you to a place you know well. a place where the air tastes like freedom.

it’s the river you used to play by as children.

gleaming a solemn silver under the evanescent moon, framed by bushes of lilacs, blooming indigo and violet and pure white. butterflies flutter about, almost glittering, blue wings settling down on the leaves. the scent of nectar hangs heavy in the air. on top of the hill just above you, you think you can spot tiny little glowing dots; green and yellow, buzzing around. dancing merrily, now that there aren’t any troublemaker children left to trap them.

satoru lets go of your hand, to roll up his sleeves. the hems of his pants. then he’s taking a step forward, dangerously close to the edge of the river, and you can tell what he’s thinking.

“ah — wait —“ you stumble forward, to grab hold of his arm. a worried crease forms between your brows. “that's dangerous, satoru. you could slip and fall.”

he turns to face you, a teasing mirth in his eyes. smirking lightly. “oh? is that so?” he hums, a slight tilt of his head. then he’s stepping closer, so close you feel his warm breath on your skin, but you will yourself not to step back. “wanna know what i think?”

he leans forward, just a little further, warm air brushing against the shell of your ear. flushing beneath it. his voice comes out low, a sleepy lilt, dangerously raspy. hand ghosting over your waist.

”i think you’re too scared to get in.”

you blink.

”… really?” you deadpan, stepping back a tad. satoru looks pleased with himself. awfully amused.

“really,” he purrs. “you were always like that. could barely dip your toes in without shivering.” he reaches out to pinch your cheek, a coo on the tip of his tongue. ”scaredy-cat.”

you raise your brow. unimpressed.

satoru steps back. inching closer to the river, until a quiet splash tells you that he’s standing in the water. lapping up his bare legs, not enough to even reach his knees — it felt a lot scarier when you were smaller. he’s still holding your hand, very loosely, fingertips ghosting your own. 

“c’mon,” he coaxes. soft, encouraging, a playful glimmer in his eyes. teeth catching the light of the moon. “or is it too much for my brave knight to handle?”

satoru laughs, when you furrow your brows, attempting to hide the flush of your cheeks. a warmth spreads through your chest at the term of endearment, and you bite your lip. melting a little. 

his knight. his favourite knight.

“.. fine,” you tangle your fingers in his own. sighing deeply, taking a tentative step forward. “just be careful, okay? i don't want to deal with your whining if you hit your head.”

“ah, but you’d kiss it better, no? if i asked?” he flashes you a honeyed grin, eyes rich with amusement. you hope the darkness of the night is enough to hide the red of your ears.

a grumble buzzes in your throat, locked behind your pursed lips. something in your jaw goes tight.

the man in front of you softens. parting his glossy lips. he says your name; slowly, thoughtfully, as if savouring every syllable. dragging them out, speaking with a lilt that tells you he’s being sincere.

“— loosen up. it’s just you and me.”

so you do.

and it’s odd. how easy it is to get lost in him, the watercolour of his eyes, the brightness of his grin. how pliantly you let him whisk you away. before you know it, you’re playing in the water — because satoru splashed you, laughing at the shock on your face and the shiver of your spine, and you had no choice but to retaliate. 

the sound of his laughter fills the air, sweet and bubbly. deep and giddy. strands of hair stick to his wet skin, droplets running down his neck, but his grin never falters. bright and toothy, boyish. he looks younger than you ever remember him being. like there’s no weight on his shoulders, none at all, only soaked fabric weighing him down. a flimsy, see-through blouse.

you think it’s ridiculous. two grown adults, splashing each other like children. but his melodic giggles are contagious, and before you know it, you’re laughing too — and satoru looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. through dewy eyelashes, with cerulean eyes that melt into the pale blue of the moon and the silver of the river. filled with wonder.

a particularly ruthless splash knocks him off balance, and he has the instinct to reach for your arm; stumbling, slipping, dragging you down with him. you land on his chest, cheek against his neck, his pulse against your skin. erratic, joyous. fluttering happily.

his chest is heaving. lifting you up and down, a little, rhythmic and comforting. 

a sudden yelp slips past your lips, as you get snapped back into reality, into the realization that you basically just pushed your own prince into a river and used his unfairly soft chest as a cushion. a mumbled string of apologies escapes you, as you attempt to get up, scrambling to find footing.

but satoru wraps his arms around you. tucking you under his chin, keeping you flush against his chest. nice and still. 

and then he sighs. a blissful little breath, fatigue seeping out of him. into the air. 

“stay like this, for a bit,” he rasps. ”it’s okay.”

his heartbeat resounds in your ear. warm and rapid, like claps of thunder, coaxing you into closing your eyes. satoru has always felt so very safe. the water of the river is cold, seeping through the fabric of your clothing and sticking to your skin, but…

(he’s warm.)

silence. and then, a whisper; frail, slipping past his lips, gently slicing the silence in half. softer than you've ever heard him speak.

“i missed this.”

…

nuzzling into his neck, you breathe him in. he smells like sandalwood and dried roses, buzzing with warmth, heavy arms around your waist. solid. when did he get so big? you used to be taller. 

then again — that was a long time ago, wasn’t it?

“… me too.”

“missed you,” he continues, his jaw on top of your head. it’s a sincere confession; childlike in its innocence. “missed hearing you laugh like that. feels like it’s been so long.” 

you stay silent. unsure of what to say. satoru continues, and you let his husky voice carry you away, the tremor of his chest running through your entire body. soothing like a lullaby. 

”we haven't had much time together, lately. i’ve been worried,” he admits, and something about it strikes you as rather sheepish. a little ashamed. ”it bothers me that i can't be there to watch over you. make sure you're treated with respect, you know.”

a sleepy chuckle. muffled into his shoulder, almost a scoff — slightly exasperated. little droplets cling to his skin, sticking to your lips.

”relax, your majesty,” you tease. ”i promise the other knights aren’t bullying me.” 

satoru pouts. you can hear it, when he speaks. ”i’m serious,” he huffs, squeezing you lightly. ”and it’s not them i’m worried about. suguru’s there.”

another scoff threatens to escape your throat. you want to tell him the only knight that should be suspected of bullying you is suguru himself, but before you can even think to part your lips satoru’s beaten you to it.

”they all treat you so carelessly.” there’s something cold to his voice, an irritation tugging at his teeth. oddly seething. ”like you exist to serve them. like you’re disposable.” 

a moment passes, heavy with a silence so thick you don’t dare break it. when he speaks again, it’s an order. a demand. 

”i want you to tell me if they go too far.”

silence. again. you can do nothing but gnaw at the flesh of your bottom lip. 

(he isn’t wrong. but that’s simply what it means to be a knight — half-human, half-weapon. an unattainable ideal, stuffed inside a suit of armor.

when a weapon breaks under the force of a slash, the only choice is to throw it away. that much you know.)

”it’s fine. i’m not that fragile,” you weakly protest, but it’s not enough. satoru huffs.

”you’re a human being,” he reminds you. strangely stern, for once. chastising. ”you deserve to be treated with respect. knight or not. fragile or not.”

a deep inhale. he breathes in, and the rise of his chest carries you with it. his voice buzzes with something, a slumbering kind of fury. one you haven’t heard in years. 

“if anyone gives you trouble — if anyone hurts you… if anyone makes you feel unsafe,” he almost spits the words, like they’re venomous, sacrilegious. ”tell me. i’ll destroy them.”

silence. and then, a chuckle.

that’s all you can manage; that one meek little breath. resisting the urge to cower, at the love that clings to every word he speaks. angered affection. a promise, dangerously genuine, like a growing wildfire.

”i can take care of myself, satoru,” you remind him. hoping it’ll soothe him. ”you know that.”

but his grip around you only tightens. gentle, even still. as if you’re made of glass, a firefly cupped in his palms. he lets the silence linger, for a moment.

and then; 

“i’d do it, you know.”

a questioning hum. “do what?” you ask, though some part of you already knows. 

satoru’s reply is instantaneous. an arrow hitting its target, cold and concise, decisive. frighteningly honest. almost a growl, flattened, a hint of teeth behind his soft lips. ”destroy them. anyone.”

”i’d tear this nation apart if you asked me to.”

…

(ah. that look in his eyes — one you remember well. strung together with blurred memories, the sting of a palm on your cheek, a castle maid you never saw again.)

you search for the words. biting back a gulp, hesitant. “… i wouldn’t.”

“i know.” satoru yawns, breathing you in, voice shifting back into the softness you’re so used to. your shoulders relax. “but i would. if that’s what you wanted.”

and it’s a little scary, the depths of his devotion. but you’re almost certain you’d do the same for him. maybe you're both a little sick in the head, a little too eager to serve your hearts on a silver platter.

“it bothers me, you know.” satoru breaks you out of your thoughts. gentle, a soft lull of his tongue. ”when you get hurt. when you fight for me.”

“i know,” you murmur. you’ve seen it in his eyes, a worry he’s not as good at hiding as he thinks. ”i want to, though.”

“and i want you to be safe.” a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, just a little bit rueful. “you never listen, do you? so stubborn, i swear. always worrying me.”

you bite down on your lip. he sounds… a little sad.

“… sorry.”

a moment’s pause. then he shakes his head; cradling you close. “it’s fine. i’m here. always,” his palm runs down the small of your back. ”in case anything happens.”

he inhales. ”and when i become king —” a beat. he swallows thickly. ”you’ll never have to worry again. no one will be able to touch you.”

”satoru,” you crack a small smile. amused. raising a single eyebrow. ”i’m not worried. i can protect myself.”

”i know. but i’m saying you don’t have to.”

and then he’s pulling back. just a little bit, just enough to see you. cheek smushed against his chest, comfortable and soft, more unguarded than he’s seen you these past few months. it’s enough to get his heart racing.

enough to have him reaching out, fingertips ghosting over your hand, tangling your fingers together. bringing it to his glossy lips. a chaste kiss, brimming with unspoken murmurs of love.

”— i’ll protect you forever,” he vows. ”remember?”

there’s devotion in his eyes. heavy, a vow he’ll never quite be able to voice in full. something that makes the blue of his eyes glow even brighter, cerulean, aquamarine, a blue so jarring it makes your heart beat faster than it should.

you blink. starstruck, caught in a daze, lost within that sea of blue. distracted by his warm breath on your cold skin, the soft whisper voiced against your knuckle. something shy blossoms in your chest, enough to have you averting your gaze. 

“... you really don’t care about the dynamic here, do you?” is all you can reply. a meek scoff, a weak attempt at hiding how flustered you are. “i’m the knight. i’m your protector.”

“oh, i know.” a smile sticks to his lips, playful, the back of his hand caressing your cheek. a coo on his tongue. “my little hero. what would i ever do without you?”

a roll of your eyes. satoru chuckles. in the distance, you hear crickets chirping, a breeze rustling the lilac bushes all around you. he’s still cradling your cheek, smoothing over your wet skin, brushing a drop of water away with his thumb. clinging to your bottom eyelash.

“i don't get it, though.”

you blink. when you meet his eyes, satoru looks a little perplexed. muttering under his breath, absently rubbing circles over your cheekbone. you resist the urge to close your eyes again, biting back a blissful sigh.

”a prince shouldn’t care for his knight…” he repeats, like he’s heard the string of words a million times before. ”the idea of that. i don’t understand it. never have.”

the smile that blossoms on his lips is soft, indescribably so, as if he’s looking at the most precious thing in his life. rich and warm, like wine in your veins, nectar on your tongue, a chest pressed against your own. dripping with fondness.

satoru tilts his head, as if in confusion — but he’s smiling. “what’s so strange about wanting to protect the one dearest to my heart?” 

…

his hand slips from your skin, a warmth leaving your cheek. only to search for your hand, again, cradling it in his larger palm. placing it right over his chest, against the soaked material of his blouse. ”feel that?”

you do. a rhythmic rise and fall, a soft flutter from the depths of his ribcage. as if it’s itching to break out, out of the cage that binds it, the hardened shell around it. a heart too big for his body.

”it’s you,” satoru whispers. ”all for you.”

a moment passes.

silently, you lean forward; tucking yourself into his neck. into that comforting warmth, wet skin beginning to dry, the steady thrum of his heart right by your ear. you listen. not saying a word, afraid of what might leave the confines of your strangled throat. it feels as if your heart has begun to crawl upwards, sweet honey blocking your airways, and all you can do it feel it pulse. 

all while satoru gazes at you, fondly. placing a big palm on the back of your head.

fireflies dance in the distance. butterflies flutter about. strings of lilacs bloom under the glow of the moon. and satoru’s heartbeat never changes, never falls out of tune, a sound you would recognize even if the sky were to shatter, if the world were to end. the sound that saved you, the boy who dragged you out of hell. into his light. 

satoru gojo is everything. he’s the beat of your heart, the silver of your sword, the reason you believe in goodness. he’s your prince, your favorite person, and you’ll protect him until your very last breath. until the world runs out of oxygen.

a boy so sweet you’d die for him.

(a boy so sweet he wouldn’t want you to.)

a shiver runs down his spine — sudden, a shudder of his bones, and a quiet little sniffle. you feel it, hear it, and don’t attempt to bite back the fond smile that slips into the curve of your lips.

”c’mon,” you beckon, almost a coo, placing your palms on his chest to hoist yourself up. ”let’s go home.”

but satoru shakes his head. and then he traps you again, strong arms around your waist, pressing you against him. you could escape — you’re almost certain you’re stronger — but you don’t quite have the heart to. ”it’s fine,” he huffs. almost a whine. ”stay.”

”you’ll get sick.”

”i never get sick.”

a deep exhale. tumbling from your lips, just a little bit humorous. mostly exasperated. ”that can change,” you mumble, fingertips dancing along his exposed skin. absentmindedly.

a smile. one you can’t see, but you hear it clear as day. he sounds content, like he’s got everything he needs right in front of him. ”some things never change,” he informs you. pleased. ”just look at us.”

and he’s right. so you don’t say anything else. 

but your heartbeat quickens, only for a beat or two, and you’re almost certain he feels it. if he does, he opts not to tease you for once, and you’re grateful. and so the silence lingers. as if time has begun to freeze, into an eternal dusk, a string of silent seconds. broken only by low melodic chirping from the faraway fields, his soft breaths in your ear. 

until satoru suddenly chuckles.

“hey,” he hums, shifting a little, the river swaying around you. pulling back to meet your gaze, eyes crinkled and voice raspy. “wanna know a secret?”

you raise your head. a dubious look on your face, one that has him breathing out an amused puff of air, like you’re getting ready to hear a bad joke. “... what is it?”

before the words have fully left your throat, he’s resting his forehead against yours — breath fanning over your lips. a pleasant shiver trails down your spine, at the close proximity, goosebumps spreading across your chilled skin. only exacerbated by the whisper that follows, so quiet you almost don’t know if you heard him correctly. childlike in its sincerity. a sunlaced smile woven in between the vowels.

“i think i was born to meet you.”

(a sentiment so sweet you barely even feel the warmth of his lips meeting yours.)

[george-fabian-weasley]

Hi! Congratulations on 600! You deserve it!

Can I get a 👁️👄👁️ for my fic a beautiful dream?

Thankyou!

OMG HI YES ABSOLUTELY thank you so much for joining my sleepover! 🌹❤️

A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti

Summary: none

Personally, I don't mind if you don't have any summaries but not everyone is like me, so I would suggest having a short summary to let people know what they're diving into! Also I love love love Remus so I'm gonna enjoy this ehehehehhe.

Magic had made many things possible. It made many things easier as well. But there were some stupid things that in my opinion were stupid. One of those things was the idea of soulmates. Who gave the ministry of magic the right to decide who i was meant for? Well, if i’m being honest at first the thought of having a soulmate fascinated  me. I was so happy to know i had someone out there for me. Well, that was until i developed a crush on none other than Remus Lupin.

Oooh, i've never encountered a first person pov before here, this is interesting. Also the opening words are so perfect fjsjfhsjd

I’m getting off track. Where was i? Ah, yes. The whole soulmate thing. Basically on your 16th birthday you develop a connection with your soulmate and can hear their thoughts and feel their emotions. Isn’t that like an invasion of privacy?My friends say that I’m just being difficult because i have a crush on someone else and cannot accept the prospect of him dating another person. I hate to admit it but they are right.

GIRLLL SOULMATE AU IS THE SHITTT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YASSSSS

"you deserve the world" Thank you soulmate I appreciate that. But that comment made my suspicion that my soulmate was one of the marauders stronger. I was determined to find out who it was.

I really love their banters, JFKSJJF that's enough proof theyre soulmates

"So soulmate when will I know who you are?" "You won't like me if you know me." "Don't be so pessimistic, you're just like my friend... REMUS? IS THIS YOU?" Shit shit shit "no it's not Remus." "I don't believe it. Remus, what are you so scared of?" "Look I'm not Remus and i dont have time for this right now. Goodbye."  How could i be so stupid? Before i could think anything else, the boys had gotten dressed and were ready to head downstairs.

I had to cut some words so i won't spoil anything but I LOVE THIS PART SO MUCH AHAHAHA it's comical, refreshing and just ugh love it

"take a picture it will last longer" "what? I wasn't staring at you. I don't even know where you are." "Don't lie Remus we both know it's you."

HDISHDKJSJF Y/N DONT CALL HIM OUT LIKE THAT HD KSJFKD LET HIM BREATHE

Just as the words escaped my lips I heard wolf whistles and cheering in the background. "Our moony has finally grown up." Said James wiping a fame tear and sirius laughed. I looked at y/n and she hugged me. "Im still pissed at you for earlier but I can't stay mad at you for long can I?" I laughed and pecked her lips. I was finally happy.

AWHHH REMUSS HFKSJFKDJF IM SOFT FOR HIM HELP

"If y/n is our mother does that mean you are our father?" Marlene and James burst out laughing and y/n looked like she wanted to strangle Sirius. "SIRIUS BLACK FOR THE LAST TIME I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER IN SCHOOL!"

okay I LOVE THIS CONVER so much, Sirius is one sneaky little bastard JDJSKJFJD i love him

"Marry me." "What?" "You heard me. Let's get married. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." I felt various emotions wash over me. Shock , fear, love and finally pity.

GASP HE PROPOSEDDDD

Things started to look up again. Y/n started to laugh again. She spent most of her time with Sirius (who temporarily moved in with us) Harry and me.

Ooh i really love thissss, you twisted the story to fit your own GAH YESSSS I LOVE THIS VERSION

She started breathing heavily. "Remus.." "No no you can't die." I sobbed. "Im not worth dying for."

WAIT WHAT HOLD ON W H A T

Everything felt around him felt like a blur because all that was left of his beloved was a beautiful dream.

is this a let's break syaf session? is this what yall wanna do now?

Overall: I love the first perspective, it's fresh and you handled the monologue very very well, I really love the storytelling too, it's smooth and it doesn't seem rushed at all.

Try not to make the paragraphs as lengthy next time, you can make them shorter, but never too long.

Also, you have to have a consistent style of writing. If you want to do your story in lowercaps, then you can but make sure ALL of them are in lowercaps. It is never good to mix them up, it will only confuse the readers.

Punctuation marks and the placements of periods are very important to make the story look tidy, the readers would appreciate this very very much even if they don't say it. It would look as if you worked hard to create it; not just create something in a span of an hour without proofreading anything.

Overall would give this fic 8.5/10, you already have the basics perfected, just need a little bit more of polishing and you're all set! Just keep writing and writing and writing! It took me 5 years to get to where I am now, experience makes you better.

Also I'm sorry if I'm too honest, when I first started, I had to learn these the hard way so I really hope you take no offence! I only want the best for you, and I want you to keep growing beautifully! I really really love your work 🥺 <3

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[kwop-kilawtley]

THISSSS. Omfg. Like people say that it’s HORRIBLE when Jake says she’s better off dead than one of them… ya. I agree. For the story’s sake, anyway. But LIKE imagine being in jacobs perspective..

I hate the whole build up of Bella turning into this monster who won’t control herself but she had NO consequences. It was a “happy ending” for team Edward people who just feed into the whole stupid narrative. I felt so suffocated just every time she went to spend time w Edward in eclipse. They’re fucking boring!!!!! Trauma bonded.

I feel the story should’ve ended with either Bella or Edward having to deal with SOME consequence. Like I always say I wish Bella ended up killing a human friend after she was turned or realized she loved blood more than Edward like Rosalie warned. But none of this happens. It’s the worst fucking ending. Bella Swan is GONE in breaking dawn, they take everything you like about her and just throw it away. Now she’s just a “mom” and a “wife.” And still a teenager… it’s really repulsive and laughable.

Bella was tough and went through a lot of shit we just needed to see her GROW and fucking snap out of the BS Edward was putting her under. Teenage stupid romance paired with Edwards perfection paired with self esteem issues paired with first real relationship= of course she will pick Edward. But out of weakness. Out of defeat for what she thinks is TRUE LOVE.

I think a lot of people who have been in abusive relationships can see this shit a lot clearer sadly. There have been many deep dives on Bella and edwards relationship and it’s soooo obvious. It’s the worst ending of any book or series or movies For me out of ANYTHING. It had such such potential.

TW!!!

Bella being turned is often seen as “character development” or a “glow up” & that’s what SMeyer wants it to be. Unfortunately, Meyer does not understand her own characters or character development. Bella did not develop, she totally could have but she did not. She is a 17 year old girl begging to be a vampire because she has zero self esteem. Not a chapter goes by where Bella is not comparing herself to a vampire or feeling completely inadequate with Edward. It’s so, so sad that she doesn’t even want to accept a present from him because she feels “they are already so unbalanced.” Prime example is her folding the photo in half in new moon because it was embarrassing how “godly” Edward was & how she was nothing. The way I see it, vampires symbolize the perfection that teenage girls have an unhealthy obsession with. Western beauty/ flawless celebs/models/ unrealistic beauty standards leading to eating disorders, SH, addiction. They’ll do anything to be that & that’s exactly what Bella does. She DIES for it. Everything that makes her unique does for it. She erases her identity, her quirks, her humanity for a taste of perfection. For a fix for her low self esteem.

Character development for Bella would have been if she rejected Edward when he came back from New Moon or in Eclipse & chose a Jacob that did not assault her or have severe anger issues. The New Moon Jacob is obviously her soulmate & it’s canon that if everyone was human, she would’ve been with him. He understands her & doesn’t try to change her. They have an overall better chemistry.

In her eyes, Edward could do no wrong. Edward stalked her when they barely knew each other & she was not mad at him for doing so, but was EMBARRASSED she said something stupid in her sleep. This reminds me SOOO much of teenage girls being grateful that the “cool, older dude” is talking to them & doesn’t realize that the dude is a predator. I mean.. also Edward is 100+ years older than her & I truly am sick of hearing “well he’s forever 17” ok but he’s still lived 100+ years so YEAH he’s older idgaf. he has a way with words, manipulation, gaslighting. He isolates her & is selfish but also beats himself up about it to her so he feels less guilt. Bella seeing him beat himself up also let’s him off the hook because she then pities him.

Edward left her completely unprotected from vampires after totally uprooting her life & changing its trajectory forever. He introduced her to the world & just took it all back, thinking she could move on from that trauma. They were TRAUMA bonded more than they were in love. “I’m the worlds most dangerous predator, everything about me invites you in” is enough to tell us that a lot of their love is because of that. She is drawn to him because of this. It was magical, it was a rush, like a drug. It’s also easy for her to brush off any of his wrongdoings because of his “dazzling” and “godlike beauty.” That’s why her depression was not like any other breakup. I also think many people forget like.. she would have been DEAD without Jacob & the wolves. Laurent would’ve killed her & if not him, then Victoria.

I do not understand how anyone could dislike the wolves. The Cullens are directly responsible for them changing. They’re literally colonizers lol. I wish Bella would’ve pointed this out and stopped idolizing the Cullens for ONE second. Bella blindly accepts all of them because of their perfection. Character development would have been if she questioned this and empathized with the wolves more and understand WHY Jacob fucking hated them so much. The wolves had every right to call them “bloodsucking leeches” whereas the Cullens do not have the right to call them “dogs, mutts, etc.” The Cullens are not the oppressed here. They are rich, white, immortal & “perfect.” I can totally empathize with them though because none of them chose to be a vampire & are stuck forever but they mope all fuckin day about that fact YET WERE THE CAUSE of the wolves. Selfish if you ask me. There are good traits of the Cullens, I do actually like them but Bella needed to push back more & I would have loved to see her take them off that fucking pedestal. Being TURNED was the only time she did that, because now she was one of them. This isn’t development.

Her being turned is a tragedy, really. She never learns to love herself, she never heals from her trauma & she is absolutely obsessed with vampirism despite knowing the downsides. She never grew. She just got turned. I wish she would’ve rejected it all & realized her love for Edward was incredibly toxic & clouded by him being a predator. Was Edward a horrible person? I don’t think so. I do think he loved her & wanted to protect her from outsider harm and DEATH but that should be the bare minimum of any relationship LOL. Edward always creeped me out like he sees Bella as his little possession, his little doll or something. They have good moments of course.. but so does every toxic relationship.

The Twilight saga are books that could have really taught us a lot & in turn actually taught us what not to do or be. Bella was not a fucking hero for being changed. She did not develop. I’d say maybe she developed a bit having to make her choice between human life and vampirism but in turn, she made the wrong one. She made the weak choice. It was a fucking COP out. Breaking dawn doesn’t fit for a reason, it makes literally makes no sense after New moon and Eclipse. Smeyer was just too lazy to change it and give her characters justice. I feel like this is all pretty obvious while reading it.. but I think a lot of people are “DAZZLED” just like Bella is. But if she chose a healthy Jacob or herself then it wouldn’t be Smeyers perfect little vampire love story.

[kidical]

@ that latest update to the au... OUCH. I was LITERALLY just thinking like WOW this place is great does this mean they get to live here in PEACE forever?? But then I remembered that it hasn't ended yet and I was like oh no... and then I come into your house and you give us THISSSS. AUGGGHH. I LOVE THE LAST PANEL WHERE THERE'S THE LITTLE BITTY FLOWERS ON GIR'S BOOTS AND THEY HAVE TO LEAVE THE DRAWING.

AWUEWUEUUEWE THANK YOU SO MUCH this made me so happy to read i love hearing peoples feedback so much.. brings a smile on my face 😭 we still have a ways to go and im taking my time w the next update :] AND AGAIN IM REALLY HAPPY YOU LIKE IT ENOUGH TO TELL ME THAT YOU LIKED IT IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TT__TT 

and of course .... with all thats about to happen, we shall keep this in mind:

it will all be marys fault 

[imaginedisish]

This Charming Man (Colin Ritman x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: OMG FINALLY SOME PURE COLIN FLUFF. NO FIGHTING, NO CRAZY STUFF. PURE. FRICKEN. FLUFF. THIS IMAGINE IS 100% CERTIFIED CUTE. An anon requested some cozy, cute fluff w/Colin so I WROTE THISSSS! I’m getting some requests I really wanna do tho...like y'all have some AMAZING IDEAS!!! I hope you all enjoy this oneeeee hehehe :)  P.S....This may sound dumb but lemme just pour my stupid heart out real quick:

Y’all make my heart go PITTER PATTER. I just want to thank you guys for all the love. I was so nervous to start writing again, but I feel so comfortable. I wanna thank you all for that <3 OKAY ON WITH DA SHOW!

Summary: Colin comforts you after a long, tiring day with some cuddles, snuggles, and Star Wars :)

Warnings: A little bit a language...but that’s it <3

The winter air was cold and dry as you walked back to your flat. You rubbed your arms up and down, trying to stay warm. 

Almost there, You think to yourself, shivering. Your day was far from perfect, and you wanted nothing more than to be home with Colin. 

You had been studying music at university for quite some time now. It was never exactly a cake walk, but recently it had proposed a huge challenge for you. 

Normally, you loved performing your music for people. After all, it was what you wanted to do with your life. However, today, you simply weren’t in the right mindset. You knew something was off when you woke up. 

Your morning proved to be a mess. You think back to earlier, how the shower curtain fell in the middle of your shower, and how you dropped your favorite eyeshadow pallet, the colors falling out into a mess of dust on the floor. 

“You’re going to be amazing, love,” Colin tried to tell you as you walked out the door. “Do your best, and you’ll succeed, I know you will.” You loved that boy with your whole heart, but he was wrong this time. 

Things were going completely fine. That is, until you began to play your guitar solo. Your finger picking was completely off, plucking wrong string after wrong string. Deciding to cut the solo short, you began to play the melody again. But, even then you couldn’t get the chords right. 

You were extremely embarrassed about it, especially since you had written the lyrics and composed the entire piece. 

All you wanted at this point was to go home, and be with Colin. Unfortunately, there was a big chance Colin would still be working. It was Monday, his late day. 

And you really hated Mondays because of that. 

You finally approach your building, and you make your way inside. You climb up the many flights of stairs until you reach your floor. You proceed to walk towards your door. 

You unlock the door, and trod into your flat, feet shuffling tiredly across the wood floor. To your surprise, you see Colin sitting at the kitchen table, his feet up, and his nose buried in his well read copy of 1984 by George Orwell. A joint hangs precariously from his lips. 

The corners of your mouth turn up a the sight of that platinum blonde hair. Colin must have gotten off of work early, for me, You think to yourself. 

Colin looks up, his crystal blue eyes hide behind his silver frames. Colin grins like a child at the possibility that his little surprise of getting home early made your day. He was right, it really did. That boy would do absolutely anything to make you happy.

He puts the book down, takes his feet off the marble table, and slides the chair back. Colin hops to his feet, and practically runs to make his way over to you. 

Colin takes off his glasses with a certain bravado that makes your heart beat fast. Colin cups the right side of your face with his hand, pressing a light kiss on your lips. You hum in response, feeling more relaxed already.

He slowly pulls his pale, red lips from yours. Even after being together for so long, Colin’s affect on you refuses to waiver. Your heart thumps loudly against your chest, so loud that Colin can hear it. He smirks, in love with the thought that he still makes you feel this way. 

“How was your day, love?” Colin questions in a soft voice. 

Suddenly, the frustration and stress of your day floats back to you. You sigh nervously, bringing your left hand up to your forehead. 

“It was terrible. I completely messed up my performance for my midterm. I played the wrong chords…” You trail off, growing more anxious by the second. 

Colin sees the disappointment in your eyes, and pulls you close to his chest. 

The scent of vanilla and spice laced with cigarettes and a hint of weed fill your nostrils as you push your face closer to the center of his chest. That smell was special. It was distinctly Colin’s. The smell of smoke, and smoking in general usually disgusted you, but not it was Colin. There’s something so attractive about the way he looks with a joint in between his lips. It’s indescribably tantalizing to you.

Colin still holds you tightly, rubbing your back softly every now and then. 

“Your professor is an absolute dickhead if he doesn’t see how talented you are,” Colin says reassuringly. “If the bloke even tries to fail you, he’ll be hearing from me. Or even worse…” Colin pauses, moving his lips closer to your right ear. “…No one will ever hear from him again.” Colin arches a brow, a mischievous look plastered across his face. You can’t help but chuckle loudly, and Colin joins in. 

Colin grabs your hands and leads you towards the couch, almost as if you two are children on a field trip, making a “choo-choo train” of sorts in an attempt to stay together.

Colin sits down, and he extends his arm out, signaling for you to join him. You plop down next to him, and he puts his arm around your shoulder. He pulls you in closer to him, and you snuggle up against his chest. 

“Let’s just relax, yeah?” He says to you calmly. You nod your head in response, putting a hand on his stomach.

“You wanna watch some telly?” Colin asks, his lips pressing against the top of your head. 

“Sure,” You hum happily, passing him the black remote next to you. He turns the television on, surfing through the channels.

Faces flash by as Colin searches for something to watch. He skips by sitcom after sitcom, until he finally lands on the image of Carrie Fischer and Harrison Ford bantering with blasters in their hands. 

“Star Wars!” You exclaim excitedly. Colin lets out a deep chuckle, amused by how much of a nerd you are. 

“My god, my girlfriend is the biggest nerd on the planet!” Colin teases, scrunching his nose playfully, pretending to be disgusted. 

“That’s no fair! You like this stuff even more than I do!” You tease back at him. He shakes his head defeatedly. 

“You’ve caught me red handed, (Y/L/N),” Colin says, putting his hands up, surrendering. You giggle, putting your head back down to his chest. He wraps his arms around you, and you focus on the movie. It was “The Empire Strikes Back”, your favorite Star Wars movie, and you and Colin had just caught the beginning of it. 

You two stay there for what feels like hours, your head against Colin’s chest, occasionally pressing kisses there. His hands comb through your hair, making you melt under his touch.

Much to your delight, as “The Empire Strikes Back” ends, the next movie, “Return of the Jedi,” comes on. 

“It must be a marathon!” You sing happily, a huge smile plastered on your face. Colin laughs, looking over to the clock. 

“Well shit it’s nine o’clock,” He chuckles, realizing how much time you two had spent watching Star Wars on the couch. “Should I order some pizza?” 

You nod excitedly. You were so relaxed that you didn’t realize how hungry you were. Colin picks up the phone sitting next to the couch, and dials the number. 

“Yeah, hey mate, I’d like to order one large, plain pizza, I’ve got quite the hungry nerd sitting next to me,” Colin says nonchalantly, glaring over at you with a mischievous smirk across his face.

“Colin Ritman!” You shout playfully, lightly punching him in the shoulder. He giggles as he tries to give the address of your shared apartment to the person on the other line, all while to defend himself against your play fighting tactics. He hangs the phone up, and looks back to you. 

“What can I say?” Colin says, that mischievous look still in his eyes. “I fell in love with a nerd. I gotta show that off, ya know?” Then he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is languid and sweet. It’s a moment you wish you could capture on a camera and keep forever.  You smile against his lips, a sense of bliss filling your stomach. 

He might have been a tease, but he was your tease.

You were his nerd. 

And you’d happily be his nerd for the rest of your life.

[pervasivescariness]

Are you named after anyone?

My middle name is the shortened form of my paternal grandmother’s.

Last time you cried?

I am doing really well this month! I haven’t cried yet!

Do you have any kids?

Does my cat count? He is a terrible child and I love him.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Noooo, never. >_>

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Shape, oddly enough. Like, stance and posture. I have a terrible habit of avoiding eye contact with people unless speaking to them directly, so identifying people by their shape from my periphery is much easier to do at a glance, so that’s usually the first thing I end up noticing about someone. >_>;

What’s your eye color?

Grayish blue-green, kinda? It tends to fluctuate between the blue and green depending on light, as it’s a weird overlay of both colors...I’m not really sure how to describe it beyond that and I’m making it sound way more magical than it actually is lol

Scary movie or happy ending?

Ahhhh, I love all things horror, but I’m also a sucker for a happy ending. ;w; It’s a damned shame that most scary movies are not, in fact, scary at all.

Any special talents?

The ability to hurt myself on things that are typically harmless? Oh and also...*wiggles fingers*  Fast hands.

Where were you born?

In a square shaped void of a state...no not that square state, the other, sadder one full of snow and lost cowboys.

Hobbies?

Drawing, video games, reading, writing, watching movies and film theory videos, dancing like an idiot when no one’s around, singing badly in the car, laying on the floor like some sort of gloom-squid, coming up with creative ways to tell people to fuck off...

Do you have any pets?

I have my fuzzy son, a lazy floof of a cat named Puddin Taters the Space Cat who I love to bits.

What sports have you played?

I played soccer and volleyball when I was younger, but due to us moving a lot I gave them both up cause it was too much of a hassle to keep up with. By HS I was completely done with sports altogether because I realized I’d rather spend my time pursuing more creative endeavors (and also because I had become a weird hermit and sports are too people-related).

How tall are you?

5′3″ am tiny.

Favorite subjects in school?

Art and English. Does Theatre count? Because that rounds out my trifecta of favorite classes.

Dream job

I WISH TO BE A PROFESSIONAL CAT CUDDLER! ( but seriously, I’d love to be able to make a living off of drawing all these silly doodles ;w; )

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[baekhvuns]

Yesssss how does LSH know Minghao and Hoshi that was so unexpected 😭 I need to know. I know Ateez was busy, but Seonghwa YOU COULD'VE BEEN THERE TOO

Miss don't know threaten me with an ugly flip flop because I'm telling the truth 🥰

Alright I am choosing my brids instead of your kids, you have it worst bestie I'm so sorry :/ I didn't sleep well as usual, but not because of the birds, but also Taeyong didn't appear... I actually don't remember any of my dreams from las night it's quite unusual. Actually, hold on... I just remembered shopping for a headband, but also another wild dream where me and some friends discovered an abandoned place, but it turned out someone was there. We were like "shhhhh ����" while making so much noise, lmao. It was quite scary tbh

They have even weirder shoes they're crazy lsudmshdjshdhshshs yessss the scarf is really cute, I have some of their bags too ❤😭

Lmao I'm always caught somewhere it's a disease 🤡 bestie come over here we have many more pride marches in different cities over the next few months

Yes I watched Dylan's as well (also wtf someone in my gc was talking about his Supernatural commentary a few hours ago) the second movie is even worse like H O W. Do bot disrespect Seonghwa like that ://// also I had no idea there was a preview I only realised later 🤡

It's definitely a dystopian comeback, but wtf the was Utopia randomly got popular is so fucking convenient 😵😵😵 ALSO THE AUDIO THEY AIRDROPPED TO ATINYS and now they posted on Twitter tooooo ahhhhh. Omg this guerilla marketing is so good, but I woke up to so much chaos CAN THEY DROP THINGS WHEN I'M AWAKE PLSSSS. I'll be working from 6pm KST, but I'll watch The Show on mute.

Also have you seen WooHwa exposing Hongjoong's long showers, Seonghwa was so happy he's not the odd one anymore when it comes to showers

I have two episodes of Why Her to see, I was waiting for them to drop but now I'm procrastinating, I played ep 7, but just didn't feel like watching. And I hate to say this, but HIY character annoys me even more, like he's cute, but I hate that he has the knight in the shining armour trope and nothing is really going on with them except that so far 😭😭😭😭 and the romance would be cute if it didn't feel forced.

Bestie why are you asking me, a Shitstar... I see some people want a Taehyung one, and like I said before: I can't be too greedy 😌

Baek in her BTS era now? The date question made me cringe so hard, bestie don't do this to meee, I don't want any of that. Also I GOT TAEHYUNG again I'm so tired of thissss - DV 💖

hello hi!!

Yesssss how does LSH know Minghao and Hoshi that was so unexpected 😭 I need to know. I know Ateez was busy, but Seonghwa YOU COULD'VE BEEN THERE TOO

RIGHT??? 😭😭😭 lsh horaanghae too fbwbddn NO EXACTLY SEONGHWA COULDVE BEEN THERE I THOUGHT SVT WAS UR FAVOURITE SUNBAES WHATS HAPPENING NOW 😭😭 my only hope is that they attend that award show IN person or if they do that video thing soohyuk would still see them in on the tv fbwndb crumbs minimal but crumbs

Miss don't know threaten me with an ugly flip flop because I'm telling the truth 🥰

FBWMDBMWDBWK I WILL USE THAT SANRIO ONE

Alright I am choosing my brids instead of your kids, you have it worst bestie I'm so sorry :/ I didn't sleep well as usual, but not because of the birds, but also Taeyong didn't appear... I actually don't remember any of my dreams from las night it's quite unusual. Actually, hold on... I just remembered shopping for a headband, but also another wild dream where me and some friends discovered an abandoned place, but it turned out someone was there. We were like "shhhhh 🤫" while making so much noise, lmao. It was quite scary tbh

no bestie the kids have school today ☺️☺️ i ain’t hear ONE kid screaming today 😮‍💨🤌🏼 heatwave gone its raining <33 fbsndbsn DREAM TAEYONG IS RED FLAG 😭😭 JRBWKDHSK LMFAOOOO UR DREAMS R SO WEIRD??? IM YELLING but i also remembered a dream i had in the morning where i was at a shop with my mother she didn’t like something so we ran ????? jdbwk manifesting seonghwa tn also not wooyoung wearing that cross necklace to the jeddah airport 😭😭 hope he takes it off fbfamdb

They have even weirder shoes they're crazy lsudmshdjshdhshshs yessss the scarf is really cute, I have some of their bags too ❤😭

KFBWKDHK PERFECT FOR COSPLAYING and furries

Lmao I'm always caught somewhere it's a disease 🤡 bestie come over here we have many more pride marches in different cities over the next few months

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 BESTIE MAKE WAY I AM COMING MAKE WAY SAVE ME A SPOT

Yes I watched Dylan's as well (also wtf someone in my gc was talking about his Supernatural commentary a few hours ago) the second movie is even worse like H O W. Do bot disrespect Seonghwa like that ://// also I had no idea there was a preview I only realised later 🤡

WITCH SUPERNATURAL COMMENTARY look dylan is so fine <3 jcbsmdv NO FR HOWS THE SECKND ONE WORSE LIKE DIDNT U HEAR THE REVIEWS ON IT 😭😭😭

It's definitely a dystopian comeback, but wtf the was Utopia randomly got popular is so fucking convenient 😵😵😵 ALSO THE AUDIO THEY AIRDROPPED TO ATINYS and now they posted on Twitter tooooo ahhhhh. Omg this guerilla marketing is so good, but I woke up to so much chaos CAN THEY DROP THINGS WHEN I'M AWAKE PLSSSS. I'll be working from 6pm KST, but I'll watch The Show on mute.

OH YEAH DEFFF HALATEEZ COMINGG its a conspiracy and we are living it,,, the way utopia lined up perfectly with their cb <3 chefs kisses and did u see seonghwa. 12pm KST about to be crazy everyday

Also have you seen WooHwa exposing Hongjoong's long showers, Seonghwa was so happy he's not the odd one anymore when it comes to showers

GDKWHDKWDHWK I WONDER IF HE HAS MEET GREETS IN THE SHOWER OR ITS A DIFF TYPE OF SHOWERS DBDB also seonghwa new piercings ?????

I have two episodes of Why Her to see, I was waiting for them to drop but now I'm procrastinating, I played ep 7, but just didn't feel like watching. And I hate to say this, but HIY character annoys me even more, like he's cute, but I hate that he has the knight in the shining armour trope and nothing is really going on with them except that so far 😭😭😭😭 and the romance would be cute if it didn't feel forced.

NAURRR DOES HE NOT HAVE A PROPER STORY?? just the saviour complex 😭😭🤚🏼🔫 romance was forced and everything is so fast paced right??? nAURRR TERRIBLE COMBO PLS

Bestie why are you asking me, a Shitstar... I see some people want a Taehyung one, and like I said before: I can't be too greedy 😌

we are doing mr park.

or my new acc where i drop mr kim <3

Baek in her BTS era now? The date question made me cringe so hard, bestie don't do this to meee, I don't want any of that. Also I GOT TAEHYUNG again I'm so tired of thissss - DV 💖

LMFAOOOO NAUR THOSE WERE THE ONLY NICER ONES THERE 😭😭😭 everything else we have already done <3 u fr a thv girlie bestie are u sure u don’t want mr kim