#reminded me how good raw fish is

[crisismoth]

read a cannibalism fic and it made me hungry :/

[kwanisms]

Kinktober 「10:16」 — s.changbin

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➮ werebear!Changbin × fem!Reader wc: 4.1k summary: Changbin just wanted to have a nice camping trip with his girlfriend but she has other ideas. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: fishing, cleaning said fish, camping, storms, food & alcohol consumption; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: so this one is a follow up to last years (which I just posted and I’m sorry about that lol) but werebear!Changbin lives rent free in my head. I love the concept but tbh any werecreature concept for Changbin is so good and I will die on this hill. Thank you for reading! The next one is a Seventeen one with a certain maknae. So please look forward to that! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), outdoor sex (it's fucking in tents lol i'll see myself out), strength kink, oral (m receiving, f receiving), deepthroating, fingering (f receiving), protected sex (do this. Use protection like them), use of pet names (hers: baby, babe, etc.; his: babe, Binnie, bear, etc.), soft dom!Changbin, switch!Reader, that should be all but let me know if I missed something! kinks: Outdoor sex + strength kink dialogue prompt: ❛❛ I cannot possibly focus with your damn hand in my- ❜❜

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This wasn’t exactly how he envisioned his camping trip with his girlfriend going but Changbin wasn’t complaining, not when you looked so pretty on top of him, taking his cock like it was made for you and you alone.

The trip had started out innocent enough, driving to the national park where Changbin often went camping on his own. This was the first time he was taking you with him and he had been beyond ecstatic to show you around his stomping ground.

Your initial worry of running into something dangerous dissipated quickly when Changbin reminded you that it wasn’t the wolves, or the bears, or the big cats that were the scariest thing in the forest. It was him.

Not long after the fateful night you gave yourselves to each other, Changbin told you the truth. He was plagued with a curse that often left him irritable, standoffish, and withdrawn once a month: he was a werebear. It came as a shock and at first, you tried to play it off but the more he explained, the more everything started to make sense.

His terrible mood swings that always seemed to happen once a month, and always around the full moon. His unexplainable illness that also accompanied his irritability. The inexplicable display of strength he showed that night and ever since. It wasn’t until your first full moon with him that you truly understood.

He’d taken you with him, ensuring you would be safe as he locked himself in a shed, hidden deep within the woods, deeper than you thought anyone would normally venture and well off the beaten path. He’d shown you the truth and while the thought of it terrified you, there was an undeniable attraction to the raw show of strength he exhibited when he nearly tore the bars from the windows of his makeshift cell.

Since then, you’d been by his side, thankful he chose to share that side of him with you so that you would not only know what you were getting yourself into but also because it meant he trusted you with his secret. Your relationship with Changbin blossomed naturally, albeit not in the order most relationships did but you wouldn’t change anything about it.

After being together for nearly two years, he finally decided he was sick of having his own space and wanted to find a place you could share together. You offered to let him move into your apartment and as much as he liked your place and the memories it held, he wanted to find a new place for you to make yours, together.

It had taken nearly 6 months to find a place that met your criteria but once you were both on the same page, you found a cute two bedroom top floor apartment not far from your current building. It was another historic building in the quiet part of town, away from the hustle and bustle of downtown. The move was easy when you had a boyfriend who despite his smaller stature could very easily lift boxes that would make any ordinary man buckle under the weight.

The furniture was easy as well. Your couch was moved in the middle of the night so no one would see Changbin singlehandedly carrying it up the stairs of the new building. Your bed, being bigger than Changbin’s and much more comfortable, was carried in the same way: under the cover of night.

Whatever didn’t fit in the new apartment was put in a storage unit until you could sell it, which Changbin graciously offered to pay for. The new apartment was bigger than both of your old ones but still cozy and comfortable.

The dark hardwood floors contrasted well with the lighter tone walls. The kitchen faced the small balcony with floor to ceiling windows that separated the two. Vaulted ceilings made the space feel much bigger and Changbin enjoyed living on the top floor with no one above him.

The other nice thing about this building was the walls were thick which meant you didn’t have to be quiet during your more vigorous activities, a quirk Changbin took full advantage of as he made sure to break in every new surface of the kitchen by either bending you over it or laying you back on top of it.

Only after being settled into the new apartment, did Changbin ask you to go camping with him. Fall was settling in, a distinct chill in the air as the leaves of the few trees in the city started to turn. Browns, oranges, yellows, and even reds decorated the branches before the leaves inevitably fell to the ground to be swept away by some street cleaner if the wind didn’t get to them first.

You were beyond excited to go camping with Changbin. You hadn’t been since you were quite young and the prospect of being alone in the woods with your boyfriend posed many new experiences for the both of you. The thought of sharing a tent in the middle of the forest with a campfire, so far from anyone, sounded equal parts spooky and romantic.

Changbin had most of the essential camping gear packed away in the storage unit and once retrieved and all things accounted for, there were only a few items you still needed to get. A trip to the closest outdoor good store fulfilled the rest of the items needed and after requesting time off from work, you were on your way out of the city to spend a week in the woods with your werebear boyfriend.

What could possibly go wrong?

Despite how smooth things went from leaving to arriving at the forest, your trip seemed to be plagued by some dark cloud as not even ten minutes into your hike, you tripped over a downed log and fell, scraping your hands and knees. Changbin was ready with the first aid kit, cleaning and disinfecting the wounds before patching you up.

He kept a much more watchful eye on you from then on, making sure to help you over anything he deemed remotely dangerous. He jokingly offered to carry you, pack and all, if you kept tripping over things. You briefly thought about taking him up on his offer when you slipped over a moss covered rock but ultimately decided to just be more careful and cautious.

The first stop of your trip ended with you camping several yards from a river that wound through the entire forest. Changbin initially was going to set up right beside it but after noticing the sky, he decided higher ground was a smarter move. When you asked him about it, he said it was his intuition.

That night, you were eternally grateful for the extra blankets and even portable heater he brought, not that his body wasn’t a portable heater in of itself. The temperatures plummeted down near freezing as a massive thunderstorm blew in. Changbin’s intuition was right on the money. The torrential downpour made the river swell to twice the size it had been the day before and due to his smart decision making, you were safe from the roaring river that raged just a few yards from your tent.

Changbin made sure you were kept snug and warm, using the portable heater while he was awake before using his body warmth to keep you from freezing. It did the trick and once you got warm initially, you never got cold again throughout the night.

The next morning looked like the scene out of a disaster movie. Branches littered the shore of the river which had reduced in size almost back down to what it had been before. There were even some litter like old tires and even a torn up tent that had washed downriver. The last one had Changbin concerned and after leaving for a brief hike, he discovered an old abandoned camping site which he surmised the tent had come from.

Though you were ready to pack up and move on, Changbin assured you that the second night wouldn’t be as rough. You instead kept camp by the river, going for a hike with Changbin, following the river as it got faster and faster until the forest opened up and the river gave way to a fantastic cascade that plummeted down the side of a massive cliff at least thirty feet.

At the bottom was a deep pool where the water collected before continuing on into the river and snaking through the trees before disappearing out of sight. You wanted to climb down and check it out but Changbin promised next time, he would plan a course that included this spot.

After your hike, you returned to camp and Changbin surprised you by pulling out a couple of fishing rods. You’d never been fishing as you always thought it was kind of boring and the idea of skewering a worm on the end of a hook had your skin crawling.

Thankfully your boyfriend took over, hooking the bait before showing you how to cast. It wasn’t exciting by any means, waiting for the fish to bite but once you did hook a fish, you were so ecstatic, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Changbin had to take over, reeling it in for you until the fish finally flopped out of the water and danced for a moment on the end of your line.

It was a trout, he told you. The first one of the day and you caught it. After the initial shock and excitement wore off, you were ready to go again but you still refused to bait your own hook, something Changbin didn’t mind doing at all.

After several hours, you managed to catch quite a few fish. Changbin showed you how to gut and clean the fish, tossing the insides back into the water where he told you it’s actually beneficial to the ecosystem. Other creatures feed on the entrails like crawdads and other fish. It’s better to toss them in the water than leave them on the banks.

Dinner that night was the fish Changbin cleaned and fileted with some veggies and a few mushrooms he found on your hike. After dinner, you relaxed by the fire, enjoying the warmth it provided while drinking a beer from the pack brought on the trip. 

The next morning, you helped pack up and continued on past the river and further into the forest. The next stop was right at the edge of a clearing down the mountain from where you had stayed. Changbin was certain this was a good place to camp, taking note of the tall grass that looked wholly untouched by the rains from the other night. 

He found a nice flat spot in the shade of the trees to set up the tent as well as an old fire pit ringed in rocks. While he tried to set up the tent, you kept distracting him. You weren’t sure what it was about how he looked that morning when you woke up but you couldn’t seem to keep your hands to yourself. The extra attention you gave him made him blush but he couldn’t complain with all the additional kisses and lingering touches. He liked it.

After he finally got the tent set up, he entered to unfurl the mats to place under the sleeping bags. You followed him, helping him with the pillows until you couldn’t take it anymore and needed to have your hands on him. Changbin couldn’t help but chuckle as your hands wandered, feeling up his bicep as he flexed, pulling the sleeping bags from their stuff sacks one by one.

“I’m trying to set up our tent,” he said softly, grabbing one of your hands and kissing the back of it. “You’re distracting me,” he added, chuckling as your hands moved, sliding over his chest as you moved behind him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling into his neck. “What's gotten into you?” he asked as he laid out the sleeping bags over the mats. 

Instead of answering him, you placed light kisses along his neck, enjoying the way he paused, tilting his head to give you more access. “Seriously,” he sighed as one of your hands slid down his stomach to palm over his semi-hard cock. “What's going on?” he asked.

You nipped at the skin below the shell of his ear, hand massaging against him harder and making him groan as he paused, eyes fluttering shut. “Can’t even wait for me to finish?” he murmured, moving his hand over yours as he lightly bucked into your touch.

“Let me finish this and then I’m all yours,” he murmured, pulling your hand back as much as he didn’t want to. He wanted nothing more than for you to have your hands all over him but he also wanted to make sure the tent was set up fully.

You whined, pouting at him as you moved your hand back, making him chuckle. His breath caught as your hand slipped into his pants, darting under the waistband of his underwear to firmly grasp his hot cock in your warm hand. “Fuck,” he groaned as you started to stroke him. “Baby, what has gotten into you?” he asked again as you started to stroke him faster.

“Am I distracting you?” you whispered in his ear as his hips chased your movements, bucking against your hand. “Why don’t you keep going?” you added, nipping at his earlobe. “I cannot possibly focus with your damn hand in my – hng!” he groaned as your hand squeezed him a little harder.

He grabbed your wrist, holding it steady as he rutted into your touch. “F-fuck, baby. Gonna cum if you keep doing that.” At his words, you pulled your hand from his pants, ignoring the glare he gave you until you pushed him back against the sleeping bags and grabbed the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down past his hips and quickly taking hold of his cock again.

Changbin let out a gasp, head falling back as your hand moved up and down his shaft before taking the tip into your mouth, your tongue warm and went against his skin. He let out a guttural moan as your head sank down, taking as much of his thick cock onto your mouth as you could, teeth lightly scraping against the skin.

His hands moved to the back of your head, pushing you down more. “Holy shit, babe,” he gasped as you took more and more of him in, relaxing your jaw and pushing until his cockhead was nestled against the back of your throat.

Letting out a shaky breath, Changbin raised his head slightly, taking in the sight of his cock disappearing into your mouth. He groaned as he felt your swallow against the tip of his cock, aching for it to be buried in your throat. As if you read his mind, you forced your head down, the head of his cock pushing into your throat and he choked out a moan, hips bucking slightly as he held your head down.

Your lungs begged for air but you waited, saliva starting to spill from your mouth and drip down the small part of his cock that didn’t fit into your mouth. “Oh fuck, baby,” he moaned as you swallowed around him, feeling his cock throb and twitch against your tongue. “M’gonna cum,” he breathed out, fingers tightening their grip on your hair as he thrusted once more, thick ropes of cum shooting out of him and painting your throat.

You wait until the last of it finished spurting from him before you pulled back, his cock slipping from your throat and mouth and air finally invading your lungs as you inhaled deeply. You look at your boyfriend, watching as his chest rose and fell, head lying back against the sleeping bag. His eyes fluttered open taking in your triumphant expression. “Fuck that was so hot,” he groaned as you pulled his pants up over his now flaccid cock.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you right now,” he said as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. “But I like it,” he said with a crooked grin. You wiped your lips on your sleeve, giving him another smile. You started to pull away but he grabbed your wrist. “Let me return the favor,” he croaked. You shook your head. “It’s okay,” you replied, voice slightly hoarse. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he replied, gently pulling you to take his place, lying down where he’d just been laying moments before. He quickly peered outside the tent, grabbing your packs and bringing them inside to set against the side of the wall. He zipped up the tent entrance and turned to you, moving to grab your leggings and pull them down, slipping your boots off at the same time.

He made quick work of your panties, pulling them off before settling down on his stomach, face level with your pussy. He licked his lips, spreading your folds before giving you a slow lick from your entrance to your clit, his tongue flat against you. He let out a groan as his tongue swirled around your clit, the vibrations making you gasp as your back lightly arched off the ground.

“Binnie,” you breathed out, fingers combing through his curls as he lapped greedily at your cunt, savoring the taste as he moved his hands, holding your hips in place. He groaned against your skin as he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your thighs squeezed his head slightly as he suckled on the sensitive nub. “B-Binnie,” you moaned, your free hand moving over his on your hip.

You pulled his hand up, guiding it under your sweatshirt to your chest. Taking the silent plea, Changbin pushed your sweatshirt up, groping your breast as he continued to suck and tease your clit with his tongue. His hand slipped under your bra, palm hot against your skin as he kneaded.

Without breaking contact with your pussy, he moved his hand, squeezing under your back to undo your bra clasp with expert precision before pushing the cups up to expose your tits. Both of his hands cupped your chest as he kept his mouth trained on your pussy. You placed a hand over his as he kneaded your tits, lightly raking your nails against his scalp with your other hand.

You felt his teeth graze your clit and your hips rolled up into his face, grinding against him. He let you, holding his tongue flat against your clit as you continued to buck your hips, riding his face as your orgasm drew closer and closer. Changbin moved his hands down, sliding them under your ass as he focused all his attention on your clit, letting you grind against his tongue.

You moaned loudly, a firm grip on his hair while your other hand fondled your chest, pinching one of your nipples as you came, moaning a chant of your boyfriend’s name and a slew of curses as he helped you ride out your high. Changbin lapped up every drop of your release, his cock painfully hard against the sleeping bag. 

You gasped as you came down from your climax, Changbin wiping his mouth with his shirt as he crawled over you, kissing up your stomach and chest, stopping to run his tongue over your nipple before he enveloped it with his mouth, suckling softly. He pulled back, letting it fall from his mouth before he took you in a sear kiss, tongue invading your mouth quickly.

You felt his cloth covered cock, hard again, against your crotch. “Binnie, baby,” you whined, rolling your hips up to meet his. “I need you.” He chuckled against your skin, littering kisses along your neck. “Is my baby impatient?” he asked softly, his hands pulling your sweatshirt up over your head and pulling your loose bra off, leaving you completely nude under him.

“Yes,” you breathed as his hands cupped your chest, squeezing the supple flesh and moving to roll your nipples between his fingers. “Needs me to fuck her immediately?” he whispered, kissing along your collarbone to your shoulder. You clawed at his shirt, pulling it up his back as you begged him with soft pleas. Changbin obliged, sitting up to pull his shirt off.

“Binnie,” you whined, hands moving to his waistband and tugging to pull him closer. “Please, bear,” you moaned as he grinded his hard cock against your soaking cunt, wetting his sweats. “Please baby, please.” His cock twitched in his pants and he moved to grab his pack, unzipping one of the inner pockets where he kept the condoms.

He pulled one out, setting the bag back against the wall of the tent. You watched him with wide eyes as he pushed his pants and underwear down in one go, shimmying out of them with the tip of the condom wrapper in his teeth. You licked your lips, eyes drinking in his naked body hungrily as he tore open the packet and carefully rolled the latex down his length.

He didn’t need to ask if you were ready, his fingers moving to your entrance and pushing two into you with ease. He still wanted to make sure you were properly stretched before he even attempted to fill you with his thick cock. Your hips moved against his hand as he fit a third into you, pumping steadily in and out of your walls. Your back arched, moaning wantonly as he curled his fingers against your inner walls. “Binnie,” you whimpered, grabbing at his arms and tugging him.

“Please fuck me,” you breathed. “I need you, baby.”

Changbin withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the tip of his cock and pushing the head into you with a sigh. You let out a content moan as he slowly slid into you, stretching your cunt as you accommodated his girth. Once he was full inside you, he started a slow, steady pace, holding your hips in place as he rutted into you.

“Feels so good,” you gasped. “Feels so f-full.”

A groan escaped Changbin as he fucked into you more roughly, hands spreading your thighs as he held you down. Your hands grabbed at him, pulling him closer as your walls sucked him in over and over. Taking the silent plea, he repositioned, putting your legs over his shoulders as he leaned over, folding your body in half as he thrust down into you roughly.

He learned quickly that this was your favorite position. You had called it the mating press and told him you loved how it made you feel like you were at his mercy. You always complimented his strength in and out of the bedroom and it always made him feel a surge of pride.

“How’s that?” he grunted, pinning you down as he rocked into you, cock filling your cunt with each harsh thrust. “S’good. Fuck, baby!” you cursed, brows knitted together in pleasure. “So strong, Binnie. Love it when you pin me down.” A deep growl emanated from Changbin’s chest as his pace increased, slamming into you roughly, the sound of skin against skin filling the tent.

You cried out as his cock hit the spot deep in you that had your toes curling. “Fuck, right there, baby,” you gasped as Changbin continued to hit the same spot. “Right there?” he asked in a low tone, holding back a moan as you clenched around him. “Right there!” you moaned. “Fuck, yes, keep doing that!”

Changbin slammed into you harsher as your walls clamped down on his cock, an orgasm ripping through you unexpectedly as you came, coating his cock in your release as you writhed in pleasure, screaming his name repeatedly.

Changbin fucked you through your orgasm before he carefully let your legs fall back down. He stilled, kissing your face as you came down slowly. “Think you can ride me for a bit, baby?” he whispered in between kisses. You nodded eagerly, sitting up as he slipped out of you, taking your spot on his back as you hurriedly climbed over him.

He let out a chuckle at your eagerness, groaning as you lined the tip of his cock with your pussy and sank down on him, a moan escaping both of you as your walls welcomed him back in. You gave him only a second to adjust before you started moving, bouncing on his cock and making him groan, hands grabbing your hips as he helped you move.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned. “Slow down or I’m gonna cum.” You placed your hands on his chest as you rode him harder, faster with a smirk on your lips.

“That’s the idea.”

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[2-dsimp]

I finally found time to show up😭 anyway- I need sweet hc or hcs in general about Miki- I’m a sucker for merfolk- pretty please?🥺

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Cw: Work Wifey

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Yandere coworker who’s an absolute wildcard. He can be sporadic always bustling from place to place so he’s the type not to sit still. He’d always be ranting your ear off about his new fixations and readily cling to you like the suction of a tentacle. He’s funny without meaning to as in he’ll make the most random comment before acting like nothing happened. Getting confused when he sees people laughing when he’s genuinely trying to voice an opinion.

“What’s up with you guys? All I said was shouldn’t Dill’s pickles be called Dickles instead? It’s good for marketing no?”

Yandere Coworker that can be classified as a himbo from how dense he could be at times. Especially when it comes to utilizing human appliances since he originated from the sea. Where he was used to eating raw meats like fish amongst other things he came across while hunting for a meal.

“Work wifey help meee! I think the macrowave thingy is trying to pick a fight with me! What’s it beeping so aggressively for?! Do I need to make an offering or something to appease it?”

Yandere Coworker who’s trying his best to adapt to the human world of civilization. By sticking to you like glue since you were the first to reach out to him and guide him in on the customs. While the others were hesitant at first seeing how peculiar he was. And in the process he’s learned of many terms his favorite being work wifey since he’d always think of you.

Yandere Coworker that Oftentimes reminds others of a shark pup just staring longingly outside the window pane of the office. Waiting for his owner to return, as some coworkers of his joked. But the majority felt bad since they know he’s the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. So they mainly mess with him just to get him to focus on other things. Rather than his lonesomeness without his precious work wife support.

“Cmon you sea guppy don’t you’ve got some errands to run?”

“Errands…? My work wife always liked to run errands. Says that it’s fun to get out rather than be cooped up in the office all day”

“Bro, they’ll come soon it’s not time for them to clock in yet. Since they’re coming in late remember?”

“…Huh? My bad I spaced out, I was thinking about my work wife”

The coworkers collectively facepalm and groan at his inherent neediness for you. And can only pray for you to return so that their newly appointed manager starts working his magic in the sales pitch department. Since they need his expertise in managing to clutch deals with some key figures who happened to like his quirky charms and foolhardy honest aptitude.

[statusexile]

[tw: corruption kink, fisting, squirting, dirty talk]

Ghost is a regular at the coffee shop where you work as a barista. He visits at least five times a week and always orders an Americano. Even with his balaclava on, you can feel his intense gaze on you every time you take his order, sending shivers down your spine. But he has never said anything besides a simple thank you, so it catches you off guard when he finally asks you out on a date.

Your first date with him was perfect. Despite his cold demeanor on the outside, deep down, he was a true gentleman. You feel absolutely comfortable talking to him, even though it was your very first date. When you told him that you had never dated anyone before or had sex, he was surprised — how could someone as beautiful as you never been with anyone before? But instead of judging or pressuring you, Ghost simply smiled and continued to treat you with the utmost respect and care until the date ends. As the two of you continued to go on dates, Ghost finally confesses his love to you.

Ghost may present himself as a gentleman, but you had no idea what he had in store for you. He loves you, but his main intention was to defile your innocence, to twist you into his corrupt and depraved little fuck toy.  And Ghost is a patient man; he’s willing to wait for however long it may take for that day to come.

The first time you had sex with him was absolutely sweet and beautiful. He took his time, spending at least an hour prepping you and making sure you were comfortable before finally fucking you with his throbbing cock by making you cum on his mouth and fingers first. You could feel your pussy stretched when he finally fucks you with his monstrous cock, making you sob from the sensation. Ghost peppered you with kisses and praises as he slowly fucks you, reminding you how good you are for him.

But that was a long time ago, as you now find yourself spread open on his couch, legs splayed wide as he thrusts his entire fist into your wet cunt. The sharp pain shoots through you as his knuckle pounds you deep inside while his other hand holds a lit cigarette, casually taking drags as he ruthlessly fists your cervix with forceful thrusts. You are completely under his control, reduced to a writhing mess as he ravages you without mercy, determined to completely destroy your cunt.

“Look at you taking my fist like a champ, love” Ghost’s voice drips with scorn and disgust as he takes another drag of his cigarette, inhaling deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke while continuing to violently fist fuck your already sore and bruised cunt. You let out a guttural scream that echoes through the walls of his apartment, tears streaming down your face as you feel his knuckle ruts into you. It feels like he’s trying to rip out your organs and leave you gutted like a fish. You can’t help but revel in the feeling of being completely owned by Ghost. And deep down, that’s exactly what you wanted all along.

“Oh, you want to cum, sweetheart? Come on, cum for me, cum on my fucking fist you pathetic little slut,” Ghost growls sadistically as he plunge his fist deeper and faster into your throbbing cunt. Broken sobs escape from your raw throat, but your body responds to his command soon enough as you finally squirt all over his hand, the warm liquid dripping down onto the couch and coating his tatted forearm with your cum.

Your body trembles as he forcefully pulls out his fist from inside your throbbing, stretched-out cunt, leaving it hollow and dripping with the remnants of your juice. He shoves his hand into your mouth. Your tongue greedily laps of your own cum, drinking it like a rabid dog.

Ghost found you first and now you’re his forever to ruin however he pleases. ♡

[asdfghjklmals]

MILESTONES✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestive comments. WORD COUNT: 6.0k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dadtobe!gojo, pregnant!oc, established couple. a lil' jealous!oc.

SYNOPSIS: a compilation of short stories about the stages of pregnancy with oc gojo girlfriend and satoru. AUTHOR'S NOTE: please make sure to read 'accidents' before milestones. i couldn't have you guys miss out on oc gojo girlfriend and satoru's pregnancy journey. it was so fun to write this. a lot of research went into the baby gojo chronicles, i honestly think my fbi agent thinks i'm pregnant. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

8 weeks: the first pre-natal appointment

it has been two weeks since you and satoru decided that you were going to keep the baby. this week was your first pre-natal appointment to "meet" baby gojo. you couldn't tell who was more nervous, you or satoru.

during your appointment, satoru sat in the exam room as the nurse drew your blood to perform tests and to confirm the pregnancy. the nurse also performed a pap smear, which freaked satoru out after he saw what a speculum looked like. he said it looked like a 'torture chamber tool' and you wholeheartedly agreed with him.

you exchanged soft smiles with satoru multiple times throughout your appointment. satoru was engrossed with the entire process. his curiousness was adorable in your eyes as he asked your nurse questions about all the procedures and tests she was performing. about an hour later after receiving the results of your blood tests, your doctor entered the room.

“well, first things first, congratulations on your pregnancy (y/n)! your blood test came back positive with hcg.” your doctor began, “now let’s talk about some upcoming lifestyle changes you'll have to make.”

“wait, when do we get to see the baby?” satoru interrupted. you glared at him, dark green eyes telling him ‘shut up, satoru’.

“we’ll perform the ultrasound after this, satoru.” your doctor chimed. “(y/n), i want you to start taking a pre-natal. stop eating raw fish, deli meats, and eat thoroughly cooked meats for now.”

you blinked twice. that meant no sushi for you. your heart sank a little. satoru noticed the disappointment shift in your mood. he felt a little guilty.

"so that's why you had me cook your steak well-done..." satoru whispered to himself. you scoffed at his sudden realization from two weeks ago. (read ‘accidents’ here)

“do you or satoru have any pre-existing medical conditions in either families?”

“no. but he might be pre-diabetic by the time he’s 40.” you snorted.

satoru chuckled and reported back, “there’s nothing on my side of the family to note.”

“that’s great to hear. just be aware of gestational diabetes, (y/n). i know you love your chocolate ice cream so watch your intake.” your doctor typed some notes in your patient profile, “your due date is looking close to october 14th. any other questions?”

“can the baby come earlier?” satoru quickly asked.

your doctor smiled at the both of you, “i wouldn’t necessary call it early, but babies are considered full term at 37 weeks. it would be good for the baby to be born around or after that time.”

“uhm, do you think i’ll be able to give birth vaginally?” you asked next. your sister-in-law had to have c-sections, so that worried you. her recovery was a journey for her and honestly, it scared you. but you were willing to do whatever it takes to make sure baby gojo arrived safely.

“as long as there aren’t any complications, of course. we can plan on that. we'll just have to monitor how your pregnancy is going.” your doctor picked up on yours and satoru’s quiet and awkward social queues, "and yes, you can still have sex while you're pregnant.

"oh, thank god." satoru sighed in relief as you smacked him with the back of your hand. he was so embarrassing.

"please, just ignore him." you looked at your doctor, cheeks cherry red.

she laughed and asked the most important question of the day, “are you guys ready to meet your baby?”

you nodded your head and giggled, “yes. i think satoru’s more excited than i am. he won't shut up about it.”

“i’ve been waiting two weeks for this moment.” satoru said with a sheepish smile, his hand scratching the back of his fresh undercut. his blue eyes peeking through from his sunglasses.

“okay, let’s get started then.” your doctor announced while snapping on her sterile gloves. “we’ll be performing a transabdominal ultrasound today, nothing painful.”

she squeezed a handful of gel to apply to your belly. you jumped in your seat.

“are you okay?” satoru asked, concerned at your sudden movement.

you reassured him, “yeah, the gel is just cold.”

your doctor laughed in amusement and started to rub the wand around your abdomen. you heard a fast thumping noise.

“is that the heartbeat?” you wondered, looking at the black and white screen. satoru smiled from ear-to-ear as he cupped his cheek in his right hand, his left hand squeezing yours. hearing his baby’s heartbeat might take the cake for one of his favorite sounds in the world, next to your laugh.

your doctor reported back, “yup. a healthy 138 bpm. i’m gonna take some pictures now…”

you saw a tiny circle in the middle of the monitor as your doctor clicked away on her computer mouse.

“is that the baby?” satoru asked, squinting at the monitor.

“yes. you see the little image that looks like a bean?” she clicked again, “it’s about half an inch… that’s your baby.”

“it’s so cute. how tiny. a baby bean…” you gushed. you turned to look at satoru. he was itching his eyes.

“satoru gojo, are you crying?” you asked in disbelief.

he quickly defended himself, avoiding all eye contact with you. “no! something just got in my eye.”

he was such a liar. his infinity would never allow anything to touch his precious six eyes.

your doctor laughed at the sweet moment between the two of you. you watched the love of your life stare at the black and white screen in amazement. your heart felt like it was going to burst watching him. you wanted to hold him tightly and never let go.

12 weeks: surprise! we’re pregnant!

it was so hard for you and satoru to keep your pregnancy a secret for the past 6 weeks. the only two people who knew you were pregnant were shoko and megumi.

your doctor had advised you to wait until the end of your first trimester to announce your pregnancy because of the risk of miscarriage. once you made it past the first trimester, you thought about how you were going to tell everyone. of course, you and satoru wanted it to be a surprise. an imaginary lightbulb lit above your head.

“babe, i have an idea.” you said excitedly, grabbing satoru’s arm as he was looking through your office drawers for something sweet to snack on.

“hmmm. what is it, sweetheart?” he asked as he unwrapped a piece of chocolate. you always kept a stash of satoru's favorite chocolates in your desk for him because he loved to hide in your office and avoid his sensei duties.

“you know how we usually take a group picture with the faculty, students, and sister school every year? let's tell principal yaga to schedule it early this year.”

“oh, i like where this is going.” satoru laughed. he read your mind. you high-fived him. he gave you a quick peck on the cheek. couples’ telepathy was really a thing.

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“and why do we have to be here?” maki complained as she folded her arms. she wanted to train, not take a silly picture.

“come on, maki! it’s tradition to get a picture of all the students and faculty. it’s just that we’re taking the picture earlier than usual this year.” panda said as he patted her back.

“even okkotsu came back from his training to be in the picture. my sister flew in just to be in it too.” megumi said as he watched yuta interact with the students from kyoto. tsumiki was attached to your hip. megumi already knew the real reason why the picture was scheduled so early in the school year and why tsumiki was asked to be in the picture.

“alright! everyone looks great.” yuji cheered as he walked to his assigned spot for the group picture.

principal yaga gathered everyone, “please make your way to the field and get into your assigned spots. satoru will be pressing the button for the camera since he can teleport to his spot quickly.”

you nervously watched as all the students and jujutsu high faculty made their way to their spots, getting ready for the picture.

“okay everyone!” satoru shouted as he prepared himself to teleport next to you and megumi, “i’m pressing the timer!”

satoru appeared by your side as the 10 second timer ticked. satoru sneakily pressed record instead taking of a picture. ���everyone say ‘(y/n)-sensei’s pregnant’!”

everyone stopped to look at you and satoru in confusion.

“what?”

“what did he say?”

“huh?!”

“(y/n)-sensei… is pregnant?!”

“wait what?”

“holy shit, (y/n)-sensei is pregnant!”

after a few seconds of questioning, everyone realized what had just happened. you had just announced your pregnancy.

in that moment, you were tackled by tsumiki, megumi, yuji, nobara, and yuta as they cheered around you in a group hug. ijichi, akari, principal yaga, nanami, ino, mei, utahime and shoko were all congratulating satoru. they took turns speaking with the both of you, giving you well wishes on a safe and healthy pregnancy.

“congrats, (y/n)-sensei.” maki said with a soft smile, embarrassed she complained about being here. she wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.

panda added, “yes, congratulations! we’re excited to see you and satoru become parents.”

“salmon, salmon!” toge congratulated you in his own words.

“thanks everyone. if you guys aren’t busy, we’re going to have a celebratory dinner tonight at splendid sushi. satoru’s treat.” you winked.

“hey! i heard that!” satoru shouted at you from across the field as he grinned. both you and satoru were thrilled to see everyone’s excitement on the news of baby gojo.

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“are you nervous to tell my brother you knocked up his little sister?” you teased satoru. you kissed his cheek as he brushed the loose strands of black hair behind your ear.

“nah, i’m sure he wants nieces and nephews for his kids. plus, it was an accident.” he joked as he drummed his fingers on the restaurant table. you and satoru people-watched through the restaurant window, waiting for touya and his wife. (a/n: yeah, touya is married with 2 kids now. his wife’s name is hana. a non-sorcerer. maybe i'll write a wedding fic.)

you smiled as you saw your brother walk into the restaurant, holding the door open for hana. touya’s black hair and golden-yellow eyes beamed when he saw you satoru.

“satoru! how have you been, bro?!” touya greeted his self-proclaimed brother, pulling him in for a bro hug.

“i can’t believe he hugged satoru first.” you looked at hana in disbelief as she giggled, hugging you instead.

“they really are bestfriends now.” hana realized as she sat across from you.

satoru sat back down in his seat next to you, touya sitting across from him. “glad you guys could have lunch with us. it’s been awhile.”

“we have a gift for you guys! a souvenir from our last trip.” you lied to your brother and sister-in-law. you pushed a card and white box towards them.

“open it. it’s special, made especially for you.” satoru urged, touya and hana taking the card to open first.

“what do you get a brother who already has everything?” touya read out loud. hana curiously reading along with him. satoru placed his hand on your thigh. the both of you were grinning from ear-to-ear watching the two open the box. they pulled out a beige baby onesie.

touya read the text on the onesie, “how about the title uncle and auntie…?”

after putting 2+2 together, touya hid his face with his hands, both him and hana were so happy for you and satoru. your eyes started to water watching them. a tearful laugh came out of you.

“congratulations, you two. my baby sis is having a baby...” touya said as he got up to embrace you.

you hugged him tighter, “thanks, touya…” you softly said. the warmth of your brother's love and support making you extremely emotional. these pregnancy hormones were out. of. control.

18 weeks: an important question

"aren't you curious to what the gender is?" shoko asked you and satoru. you asked shoko to join you two for lunch today because you had an important question to ask the amber-eyed doctor in regards to your unborn child.

you took a bite of your chicken katsu before answering, "of course we are. but we decided not to find out because we want it to be a surprise."

“what do you want it to be? a boy or girl?”

“it doesn’t matter. as long as baby gojo is healthy.” satoru stereotypically said as he stretched his arm to rest over your shoulder. he secretly wanted a girl.

you added, “we raised megumi and tsumiki. we already experienced the best of both worlds. so i’m not picky.”

“i guess i’m just being selfish because i want to know the gender.” shoko laughed as she took a sip of her mimosa.

“oh! shoko, we have a present for you.” you said as you put down your chopsticks. you turned to satoru and he grabbed another white box with a card attached do it, similar to the one you gave touya and hana.

“it better be the gender of your baby.” she laughed as she took the present from satoru.

“it’s something even better.” satoru said with his signature shit-eating grin.

shoko opened the card, reading it out loud, “i need an extra pair of hands to help me learn and grow… i know that yours will be the best because mommy and daddy told me so…?” she looked at the card, confused.

you asked her clearly while trying not to laugh, “shoko, will you be baby gojo’s godmother?”

shoko stared at both you and satoru after she realized what you had just asked of her. she started to chuckle as she got out of her seat to hug you. “of course, i will. hopefully your baby won’t grow up to be a little shit like satoru.” she said as she punched the white-haired sorcerer in the arm, satoru completely letting her bypass his infinity to do so.

“there’s another gift in there.” satoru added, pointing at the giant glass.

shoko picked up the pint glass and read the etching, “you drink too much. you smoke too much. and you cheated on your medical exam. we can’t think of anyone more suitable to be baby gojo’s godmother.”

shoko laughed, “okay, this might have been better than finding out the gender of your baby.”

26 weeks: baby gojo’s first (external) kick

megumi came home this weekend to spend time with you, satoru, and tsumiki. normally, he would be spending his free time exploring japan with nobara and yuji, but since you were pregnant and tsumiki was back for her semester break from her study abroad program, he wanted to spend his free time with his family.

you were in the kitchen with tsumiki making dinner while satoru and megumi sat around the living room with his demon dogs, shiro and kuro. catoru was lounging in their cat scratch post and your spirit birds were out on the patio enjoying the weather. you didn’t realize how zoo-like your home was until now... and that wasn't even including all of megumi's shikigami either.

while chopping vegetables, tsumiki updated you on her high school adventures abroad. ever since she started at e.f. academy, she has been non-stop on-the-go with extracurricular activities. she told you about her latest projects, how the weather was in california, about all the friends she made, and even the boy she had a small crush on. (read 'wherever you are' here)

on the couch, megumi spoke with satoru about his shikigami and how he’s been able to tame a majority of them now. this was the first time in awhile those two haven’t bickered in your presence, and it was a sight to behold.

you rested your hands on your belly as you leaned your back against the kitchen counter, listening to your sweet teenager talk about how cute her crush was. you reminisced about your time in high school, how you thought satoru was a complete asshole when you first met him, and how his good looks and horrible personality made up for it. if your 18 year old self could see you now, she wouldn’t believe the sight. (read 'love at first fight' here)

you felt a little tap against your hands. “huh?” you said out loud, realizing what you just felt on your hands.

“(y/n)? are you okay?” tsumiki asked as she put down the chopping knife. satoru and megumi turned around from the couch, all the attention was on you.

“i think baby gojo just kicked my hand.” you announced. only you were able to feel baby gojo kick internally for the past couple weeks, but now, you thought that satoru and the kids would be able to actually feel the kicks from the outside too.

“hurry, come over here!” you said frantically, hoping baby gojo would kick again. satoru dramatically teleported beside you as megumi hopped over the couch ledge to race over to the kitchen, kuro and shiro following him.

you took all three of their hands and placed it on your belly where you thought baby gojo was. the demon dogs sniffed around you, their tails wagging happily. you pursed your lips, waiting for another kick. you felt kuro and shiro licking your hands.

and there it was. another gentle kick from baby gojo.

“i felt it!” tsumiki cheered as she jumped around the kitchen. her bright smile lighting up the room.

satoru hugged you from behind. you both smiled while watching tsumiki and megumi. megumi looked at his hand, and then back at your stomach.

“did you feel it, megumi?” you asked him with a smile.

“yeah, i did.” he said softly. “that was pretty cool.”

“what about you, daddy?” you grinned as you asked satoru.

megumi gagged at satoru’s new title, “gross. i’m leaving.”

you and satoru watched as your moody teenager made his way back to the couch, tsumiki’s attention back on chopping vegetables. satoru’s arms were still wrapped around you, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. baby gojo kicked once more.

“i think baby gojo is saying ‘let go of us so mommy can finish cooking’.” you giggled as you turned around to face the white haired sorcerer. you caressed his cheek with your palm. he snuck two kisses on your neck.

“fine… but i expect some alone time later.” he winked at you before kissing the palm of your hand.

you laughed, “sorry, babe, the kids are home this weekend, plus you get me all to yourself next week when we go to mexico for our baby moon.”

30 weeks: a first time parents' class

"babe, get ready. i signed us up for a class."

"what kind of class? it better not be another ‘how to have sex while pregnant’ class." you rolled your eyes at the ridiculous class that satoru signed you up for at the beginning of your pregnancy. you sighed, your belly weighing you down on your very comfortable white couch that you would probably need satoru's help getting out of.

he grinned at you as he grabbed your purse and your shoes. "a first time parents class."

your doctor recommended that you and satoru waited until your third trimester to take a 'first time parent' class. the class would teach new parents about the different kinds of births, pain management strategies, what to do if and when your water breaks, how to time contractions, postpartum care, caring for the baby, and baby first aid.

“do we have to go?” you asked, “i’m tired.” feigning exhaustion as you put the back of your hand over your eyes and forehead.

“of course we have to go!” satoru exclaimed as he sat down next to you. he was always so excited whenever it came to anything related to baby gojo. he slipped on your white sneakers for you, swiftly tying your shoe laces bunny ear style as you sat up on your elbows. you caught yourself smiling at him. he was so doting. you could definitely get used to this.

satoru studied you. you weren't wearing any makeup today, but you had the radiant "pregnancy glow" that everyone talked about. you wore a beige dress under a white crop t-shirt that hugged your belly tightly. “you look beautiful, so no need to change or do your makeup.”

“you just don’t want to be late.” you laughed. this was the first time that satoru gojo was on time for anything.

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satoru teleported you both to the hospital in tokyo that you go to for your all your doctor appointments. apparently the hospital was hosting the class he signed up for. there were many pregnant women with their significant others, friends, mothers, and mother-in-laws sitting around the small auditorium.

as you entered the room, you heard gasps and whispers about satoru.

“wow! what a good looking guy!”

“he’s a total hottie!”

“that guy is gonna be a dilf for sure!”

“do you see the cutie with the white hair and blue eyes?!”

“where should we sit?” satoru asked as he held your hand. you looped your free arm around his bicep covetously, staking claim to your man as if your very pregnant belly didn't do so already.

“don’t pretend like you don’t hear all the women in this room talking about you.” you hissed at him as you sat down in a seat closer to the front of the auditorium. because this happened everywhere you went with satoru, normally it wouldn't bug you, but for some reason it did today.

“somebody’s a green eyed monster today.” he sang with a smug smile. it was his favorite analogy to use when you were jealous because your green eyes were so fitting. he sat down next to you, draping his left arm around your shoulder, his right elbow perched on the arm rest. after over a decade of being with you, he was unphased by comments from other women. he ate it all up in high school, but satoru gojo became a changed man once he met you.

“am not.” you said under your breath. you stayed quiet for a moment. “babe, i just think it’s funny how—”

satoru's left ear was saved as your 'i think it's funny how' rant was interrupted by the presenter, “good afternoon! and welcome to the first time parents class!”

even though you were jealous and didn’t like how all the other women in the auditorium were drooling over satoru, you couldn’t stay mad. throughout the years, satoru’s beautiful blue eyes have never strayed and he never made you feel unwanted, even when you argued or when you were being difficult and stubborn. he was never bothered by your jealously. you were the only person he chased after since the day he met you at jujutsu high.

throughout the class, satoru took notes on his phone and asked questions during the q&a. it was hard to stay mad at a man as dedicated and involved as satoru gojo. you decided to just ignore the women in the class, however, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t cling to satoru when the class ends.

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“so, what’d you think about the class?” satoru asked as he placed your go-to order of ice cream in front of you. he sat across from you as you glared at his sweet, handsome, smug face.

“it was fine. we learned a lot of information, don’t you think?” you deferred as you scooped a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“yeah, and i learned that you still get jealous til’ this day.” satoru poked fun at you. “remember the first time i took you shopping in shibuya? you were soooo jealous of all the girls talking about me and you weren’t even my girlfriend at the time.” he laughed at the memory. (read ‘love at first fight’ here)

you quipped back, “satoru, everyone knows that you’re the one who’s obsessed with me.”

“true,” he agreed while taking a bite of your ice cream, “but it’s nice to see that side of you every once in awhile. what’s my baby gonna do when she’s not my number one anymore?” he mocked in a playful tone, shooting a bright toothy smile at you.

your emerald green eyes pierced his sapphire blue eyes. “what do you mean by that?”

“baby gojo is gonna be my number one.” satoru said nonchalantly, licking caramel off your spoon.

you took your ice cream away from him. holding the cup closer to you instead of putting it in the middle of the table to share.

satoru chastised you, “that’s not nice, sweetheart.”

“you’re insufferable, babe.” you rolled your eyes at him. “first, you let women drool all over you in front of me, then you tell me that i’m not your number one anymore. what’s next? you don’t love me either?”

“there you go with the theatrics.” satoru sighed, folding his arms. he wouldn't expect anything less from his life partner.

“i learned from the best teacher, i think his name was satoru gojo.” you winked at him.

"it's a good thing i love you." satoru said as he leaned over the table to kiss you on the lips. he tasted just like caramel.

32 weeks: nesting

"this fucking crib is going to be the death of me." satoru muttered under his breath as he struggled putting together the 'smart' crib that he bought. as soon as satoru found out you were pregnant, he spent a whole month researching cribs to decide which one he was going to buy for baby gojo. he decided on the most expensive one, thinking that it would be the best. rich people logic. this crib was called a 'snoo'.

"you didn't have to get such a high tech crib, babe." you said as you sat on the bed folding warm, freshly washed baby clothes and baby bedding for the snoo. you admired how cute and small the onesies were. because you and satoru didn't know the gender of your baby, you bought a lot of neutral colored clothing like beiges, tans, browns, and whites.

"my baby is going to have the best everything." satoru boasted. of course, baby gojo was going to be spoiled. they had you and satoru gojo as their parents.

during the past couple of weeks, you and satoru had bought a handful of important things that new parents would need for a newborn baby such as a crib, stroller, car seat, changing table dresser, and a comfortable lounging chair for your bedroom to put next to baby gojo's crib for the late night feeds.

satoru insisted that everything would be 'nuna' branded. the employee at his favorite department store convinced him after they mentioned that nuna was the "lamborghini of baby strollers and car seats." the matching stroller and car seat system was well over $1,000, you couldn't argue with satoru about how much he was spending because it would be hypocritical of you and your spending habits. so you let him get what he wanted.

after hours of setting up the snoo, putting together the baby stroller, installing the car seat, and building the dresser, satoru sighed, "what a long day." he crawled under the covers to meet you in bed, the back of his hand covering his face in exhaustion.

“it’s a good thing you could just use blue to move the lounge chair from the front door to the bedroom. you probably would've broke your back.” you teased him, knowing satoru gojo doesn’t do manual labor.

“the one easy part about today.” he complained.

while satoru took on his fatherly projects, you were able to deep clean the apartment, put baby clothes and diapers into the newly built dresser, add the clean bedding to the snoo, and re-organize all the drawers in the apartment. you were in the nesting stage of your pregnancy.

you turned to face him, your pregnancy pillow creating a divide between you and the exhausted sorcerer. he flattened your pregnancy pillow with his arm as you took his hand to lace your fingers with.

“you could’ve hired someone to build the snoo and the dresser, satoru.” you said to him, knowing that he normally would’ve.

“yeah, i know, but this is for my baby. i want to make sure everything is perfect.”

your heart melted at the fact that satoru was giving it his all to be involved. deep down, he wanted to be a good father and you could see that. you were proud of him.

"congrats, daddy. you just spent the day nesting with me." you smiled. you knew satoru secretly adored his new title.

the white haired sorcerer laughed, “what the hell is nesting? are we birds?”

“nesting is when couples get their home ready for the baby, satoru.”

“oh yeah? spending hours organizing drawers is nesting? because there’s nothing baby gojo will hate more than the junk drawer we have in the kitchen.” satoru teased.

you kissed the back of your teeth in annoyance, “you have been saying for years that you’d clean out the junk drawer. i found crayons in there from when megumi was in elementary school. he's a high schooler now. it only took me getting knocked up for it to finally be clean.”

you turned your body away from satoru. he moved your pregnancy pillow so he could cling to you (and so that he could be the big spoon).

“i’m just kidding, babe.” he whispered in your ear, kissing the back of your shoulder blade with his soft lips.

“uh huh. go to sleep, satoru.” you replied back to him, attempting to shut your eyes.

“so feisty…” satoru mumbled, still peppering soft kisses along your shoulder blade.

37 weeks: full term

"well... i can give birth at any time now." you said as you read your 'what to expect' app.

satoru placed his free hand on your stomach as he joined you on the white fluffy couch in your living room. you moved satoru's hand to where baby gojo was, using his hand to press firmly into your stomach.

he quickly pulled his hand away from you, afraid that he hurt you and baby gojo, "doesn't that hurt your stomach when you press that hard?" he asked.

"babe, no. give me your hand back. you'll be able to feel baby gojo's feet." you said, reaching for his hand that he reluctantly gave back to you. he leaned over to see what the hard feeling in your stomach was.

"that's baby gojo's feet?" he asked, amazed.

"yeah, baby gojo is literally killing me right now though." you said as you shifted uncomfortably. baby gojo liked to sleep in this position, making you lay on your left side more often.

satoru frowned, he knew you were uncomfortable now more than ever. "i'm sorry, babe."

you squinted at him, "what are you apologizing for?"

"for getting you pregnant."

you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so you nuzzled your head on his chest. he pulled you closer to him, "don't apologize for that. apologize if i'm not able to get an epidural or something." you snickered as you looked up at him, "ready to read week 37?"

satoru nodded and kissed the top of your head as you laid against him.

"baby gojo is as big as a canary melon. estimating 19 inches, and 6 pounds. at 37 weeks, you're 9 months pregnant with the end in sight." you read out loud.

satoru took the phone from you to read his part, "at a glance, if baby gojo was born this week, they'd still be early term. baby gojo is practicing for their grand entrance by inhaling and exhaling amniotic fluid, blinking, and turning from side to side. baby gojo can grab onto things now. baby gojo is likely to be sucking their thumb a lot these days in preparation for feeding sessions."

"it says babies grow about a pound a week. the average fetus weighs about 6 pounds. and that boys are likely to be heavier than girls." you read, "since it's a little crowded in your uterus now, baby gojo may not be kicking as much. instead, they're probably stretching, rolling and wiggling." you laughed because baby gojo was still kicking strong, sometimes it was painful, stopping you in your tracks in the middle of the day.

satoru blue-eyes widened as he read the next paragraph, "here's an interesting fact. at birth, baby gojo's head, which is still growing, will be about the same circumference as their chest."

"i pray to god that baby gojo doesn't have your big head or my vagina is toast." you joked.

satoru glared at you, shaking his head while chuckling. he went back to read through some of the pregnancy symptoms. he noticed that you experienced a majority of the symptoms on the list: the pelvic pain, leg cramps, pregnancy brain, and insomnia.

because you were of small stature, you started experiencing more pressure on your pelvis as the weeks went by. sometimes satoru would hold up your belly for you with his infinity whenever you were close by, and you were thankful for such a helpful cursed technique.

before bed, satoru would feed you bananas and massage your legs to help with the leg cramps. with your breasts and stomach as big as they've ever been, you finally got your stretch marks. for the majority of your pregnancy you were stretch mark-free, they didn't appear until the third trimester. satoru liked to call them your 'tiger stripes' when he would help you apply stretch mark creams and oils to your body. him helping you apply those creams and oils was a form of intimacy you didn't know you needed during this time. satoru always knew how to make you feel confident again.

your pregnancy brain caused you to be a little forgetful, so the acrylic whiteboard in the kitchen was your bestfriend. you left little reminders on the board for yourself, satoru, and megumi throughout your pregnancy.

lastly, it was hard for you to sleep now that you were in the home stretch of your pregnancy. every sleeping position was uncomfortable, and you had to wake up multiple times a night to use the bathroom. you never got a consistent amount of sleep.

even though being pregnant was uncomfortable, you experienced some of the best memories with satoru this year: your trip to mexico gifted from touya, your surprise pregnancy announcement, asking shoko to be baby gojo’s godmother, and all the special intimate moments with satoru. your unborn baby was already so loved by everyone. you couldn't have asked for a better accidental pregnancy.

you and satoru laid on the couch together all afternoon, enjoying each other's presence in this chaotic life for jujutsu sorcerers. catoru purred and slept next to you two on the chaise, your spirit birds perched on their stands as they watched over the apartment. you dozed in and out of sleep throughout the day as sleep was rare for you lately.

you felt satoru's warm hand on your belly again, you held his hand and lifted your head, emerald greens looking towards him.

"babe, i have a serious question." you said softly.

raising your hand to kiss your knuckles, he asked you curiously, "and what's your serious question?"

"are you ready to be a dilf?" you laughed.

"are you ready to be a milf?" he asked you back, chuckling, "cause you are definitely a milf, babe."

you smiled at satoru as he continued to plant soft kisses on your hand, "yeah, i'm ready to evict baby gojo."

little did you and satoru know, baby gojo would break your water next week to make their dramatic entrance into the world. yours and satoru's lives would be forever altered.

satoru and oc gojo girlfriend go on a baby moon from week 27, read the bonus chapter, ‘baby moon’ here.

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 5 (Collaring)

Kink: Collaring

Pairing: Male!Werewolf x GN!Reader

Other Kinks: Pet Play, Cowgirl Position, Creampie

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1053 words

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“Well, Ain’t you a pretty sight.”

A claw tips up your jaw, the sharp tip lying dangerously close to your jugular. The owner of this claw admires the way you swallow, the way your throat muscles roll down, massaging tension all the way down to your shoulders. That pretty neck is complemented by the baby-blue collar wrapped around it, decorated with studs and a big, obvious tag. It reads “Baby Doll”, a nickname you’ve learned to love, especially when it’s said with a rough southern accent, slow and sweet as honey.

A bead of sweat rolls down your back, Dawson’s body heat surrounding you on all sides as you sit in between his things. It’s multiplied by the thick layer of chestnut-brown fur that brushes against your slick skin. It’s silky soft, reminding you that you need to buy more of his shampoo.

A warm paw rests on top of your head and you quickly nuzzle into it. Dawson chuckles.

“Such a sweet pet.”

That same claw scratches below your chin, another wave of goosebumps rolling down your arms.

“You’ve been so good so far. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

You nod eagerly, making sure to not say a word out of turn. Even if Dawson’s spanks always send a pleasant pulse to your core, you think your bottom is too raw now to handle any more.

“Hmm, I think so too.”

Dawson pats his thick thigh, right next to the large bulge in his boxer briefs. You hop up, easily slotting your legs over his and straddling his waist. “Up.” Dawson gestures and you obediently lift your hips. He is gentle in pulling out the butt plug, rubbing the sore spot on your ass as he does so.

The emptiness in your gut makes you want to whine, but now you know you’re getting a reward; You’ll be filled soon enough.

Dawson lazily fishes his cock out of his boxers, stroking it twice before guiding your hand to his base. Without instruction you know exactly what to do, squeezing before jerking him off nice and slow, just how he likes.

Dawson clenches his eyes, a bit of his tongue blepping out as he takes in a deep breath. A thick glob of precum beads at his slit, making your mouth water.

“Alright, sweetie.” Dawson pushes your hands away, quickly grabbing hold of your hips. You once again lift them, shimmying to line your hole up with Dawson’s cockhead. “Excited, are we?”

You nod, eyes still locked on his glistening head, when Dawson tilts your chin.

“Look me in the eyes, Baby Doll.”

Dawson easily keeps you upright with one hand as his other adjusts his dick, pressing the tip against your eager hole. You make sure to keep your gaze on him, even as he slowly stretches you out, knowing how cross he gets when he can’t see your pretty eyes.

“Hmm, a nice snug fit. As always.” Dawson gives another soft rub to your ass, scooting his hip to get a better angle. You let out a breathless moan, fingers curling into his chest fur as you sink down his shaft. Even with prep, that pleasurable burn is still there.

Another full body shiver wracks you as you hit the bottom of Dawson’s cock, the head seated nicely in your guts. Dawson gives you a wide smile, all teeth and genuine pride. He takes a claw and flicks at your tag. It only makes his smile wider.

“Alright, Baby Doll. Let me treat you.”

Dawson slots his hands around your hips, making sure not to dig his claws into your skin, and easily raises you off his shaft. Only the tip remains, but the fading afterimage of his cock inside you still has your insides burning. Or maybe it's just knowing what comes next.

With a combination of raising his hips and pushing you down, you’re slammed back on Dawson's cock, sparks shooting through your vision. Dawson chuckles as your eyelids flutter. He hadn’t told you you could look away, but he’s feeling merciful given your current position.

Dawson lifts you up again, dropping you quicker this time. It’s about all the “warm-up” you’ll get, as Dawson quickly begins to jerk your body up and down like a fleshlight. His biceps flex as he moves you up and down, but his wolf form shows no exertion in the motion. All the better for you and him.

“O-oh fuck Baby Doll, how’d you still feel so damn,” Dawson swivels his hips upwards, making sure his cockhead rubs against your inner walls, “-good, even now?”

You reply with whines and breathless moans, fingers digging into Dawsons chest as your back arches into his thrusts. His heavy balls slap into your ass cheeks, slick with sweat and bodily fluids. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, a pulse of blood shooting up the shaft as he ruins you.

Every part of your body feels buzzed, tingly from the rapid barrage against your sensitive insides. Dawson’s gruff moans and grunts only make you tighten and squeeze him, which gets you a rumbling groan deep from his chest.

One of Dawson’s hands moves up from your hip and grabs at your collar, yanking your face towards his for a sloppy kiss. The soft material luckily doesn’t chafe against your bouncing neck, Dawson now using one arm to support you as he humps upward. Those heavy balls feel tight as they hit your backside, his cock twitching more and more as Dawson chases his high.

Drool and slobber drip down your chin as you submit to Dawson’s heavy kisses, swallowing his pleasured “fuck”’s with delight. That buzzing feeling has shifted up to your face, your abdomen tightening as your orgasms come close to the peak.

“Imma fill you up, Baby Doll.” Dawson urges, and you give a haphazard nod. Your hole squeezes tight, tighter, and tighter until-

“Shit!” Dawson howls, hot streams of cum shooting up inside you. Your body spasms as your climax hits at the same time, milking Dawson’s cock for every last drop out of his balls.

You both collapse into each other, your nose stuffed into sweaty fur as Dawson pants, tongue lolled out.

Dawson fiddles with your collar, rubbing your sore neck.

“So sweet to me, Baby Doll.”

[verysium]

blu lock top artists on Spotify??? i need your thoughts on it

anon you had me pulling up my spotify playlists and browsing through the entirety of genius.com for three hours straight. i'm going to tweak this prompt a little bit and include specific songs that best represent them since it's easier for me to explain that way.

RIN

the fanon answer for this is chase atlantic. while their songs do encapsulate parts of his personality (mostly the edgy teenager and disillusioned youth persona), i feel like this choice does not do his full character justice.

the canon answer for this is king gnu, more specifically the song "prayer x." i can picture this since rin seems like the type to enjoy alternative rock/indie, but the fact that it's the ending theme to banana fish is what gets to me. like...do you see yourself in ash or something? i hope you don't cus it doesn't end well. that anime had me bawling my eyes out for months, and i still can't think about it without breaking down again.

furthermore, the lyrics and music video to this song are very cryptic and borderline nihilistic. for example, "hiding behind this nonchalant smile" and "my life's spark will wink out of existence." i feel like this speaks volumes about rin's mental health and internal thought process. he obviously does not process his emotions normally and instead represses them. he also struggles with the idea of finding a purpose in what is otherwise a cyclical routine with no end. he's worried and, quite frankly, afraid that if he ever stops pursuing his dream, everything will come crumbling down, and he will have to face all the demons he's avoided for so long. the main theme here is that he cannot face his reality (the fact that sae's dream is not his own.) so he does everything in order to escape this fact even if it ultimately destroys him.

from my own playlists, i'd assign him the following songs/artists:

"beautiful boy" by john lennon

this is a love letter to baby rin. i feel like he would've enjoyed this song as either a lullaby or something he listened to on car rides to the beach during summer vacations. he probably still listens to this when it's raining outside or he's had a bad day. reminds him of his childhood and the good parts of it.

"the love club" by lorde

this is something pre-teen rin listened to. the irony is spot-on, and i feel like the lyrics would be relevant during a time when he was going through his rebellious phase and fully fleshing out his place in society. in this instance, the club would metaphorically be wherever his brother is at, whether that's the guys sae meets in spain or the group of football players considered "top-notch" in japan. everything is about finding a place in this club/clique in an effort to become free and differentiate himself from others. the only problem is that rin ironically loses his freedom because he tries so hard to be among the best. he signs his life away in pursuit of a dream, and it's something that now defines him.

"the only problem i got with the club / is how you're severed from the people / who watched you grow up"

this lyric in particular could apply to either one of the itoshi brothers. it's one of the caveats that comes with fame. you gain everything, but you lose everything before that. both of the itoshis likely experienced some amount of separation from their loved ones, including each other. also lorde's vocals are beautiful as always, so there's no reason not to include this song.

"howlin' 404" by DEAN

the production for this song is on point. the intro has a segment from a 1930s american horror radio program which is fitting because rin canonically watches horror movies. i think this song is something rin might listen to during cold autumns or midnights when he just can't sleep.

lyrically, there is the motif of a time loop which is also present in "prayer x." rin's character itself just has this connection with the raw grittiness of existentialism and this idea of repeating days without purpose. (in fact, he would make a great psychological thriller lead.) rin is also a control freak. if he lets one loose end go, it will unravel the entire thing. that matches up with the idea of "killing me softly." rin would rather prolong his pain than have it ripped from him all at once and leave him with nothing. i find this in a lot of people in real life too. even if your trauma wasn't good for you, it sometimes becomes the only thing you truly own. it's like that one quote from bojack horseman. "if i don't, that means that all the damage i got isn't good damage, it's just damage." rin feels like he has something to prove, and if he fails, all his suffering would've been for nothing.

"moonchild" by RM

i may be a bit biased since i love the mono mixtape, and i've written a rin fic about celestial bodies, but....this song just fits him. there's also a remarkable similarity with the lyrics of the previous songs i've listed. i'm just going to list a few:

"smiling in endless pain / you know / there's no freedom when you say freedom out loud"

one thing i love about RM is that he doesn't shy away from character flaws. he writes songs specifically for those who are always picked last, who aren't remarkable in any way, who feel weighed down by their normality. he gives them their spotlight and due diligence. for example, the entirety of the chorus is a repeat of "moonchild, you shine." i find this interesting since it's usually the sun that shines. but the sun is already sae, and rin is relegated to being the moon. yet even though the moon doesn't have its own light (it merely reflects the sun), it still shines bright in the darkness. rin doesn't know it yet, but he himself is a big role model for others such as isagi, his fans, and people just like him. so yeah....i'd take this song as a message of hope for future rin.

SAE

the fanon answer is lana del rey, and i would agree to a certain extent. under the right circumstances, he could become one of those dreamy, emotionally stunted, and tired men you guys all lust over. if y/n ever wrote a romantic song about him, it would be either "west coast" (for the spanish influences) or "art deco" (for the vibes.)

the headcanon answer is nothing. i don't think he listens to music much. even if he did, it would be probably classical/instrumental or just white noise for his long flights. i imagine him listening to erik satie's "gymnopédie no. 3" on a train ride or something.

from my own playlists, i'm going to give him these songs/artists:

"remind me" by röyksopp

i don't know how to explain this, but this song gives a bittersweet sense of nostalgia. think early 2000s when the TV footage was still grainy and had retro graphics. you're carrying around your mini mp3 player whilst wandering through the airport and wondering how the hell you even ended up there. that's the general ambience of this song.

lyrically, the song also matches well with sae. i'm going to give you a few examples:

"it's only been a week / the rush of being home in rapid fading"

again, this is a tribute to the disconnection sae feels from his home. he goes everywhere, but he belongs nowhere. when he finally returns to japan, he finds himself missing spain. when he's in madrid, he thinks about the ocean back in kamakura. there never is a place that truly fills that gaping hole in his chest. i also feel like sae experiences FOMO on a whole other level. he constantly feels like something is wrong/missing and he's not doing enough.

"brave men tell the truth / the wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles"

the idea here is that though sae is blunt with his words, he is a coward with his intentions/true feelings. he can brutally call out someone without hesitation, but to actually reveal his own truths and motives? he'd rather shrivel up in a hole and die. this is especially applicable to love. to him, a wise man is someone who doesn't open his heart up easily. instead, he hints at his feelings, and whether or not you can figure that out is on you. sae hates it when others play games with him. it's where his hypocrisy lies. he demands straightforward honesty from others, but he himself will unintentionally play games with you if it means he can hide himself behind his walls.

"a woman holds her tongue / knowing silence will speak for her"

this is the closest you guys are ever going to get to sae itoshi's ideal type. he loves people who don't need to say something for him to believe it. they just get it. your silence is automatically enough for him to know that you love him. similarly, you don't even need to speak a word to understand what he's feeling.

"night shift" by lucy dacus

this song is sae if he was that one ex-boyfriend who really fucked you up emotionally, and you never got over him even though you said you did. now that i think about it, the story could be told from either POV. this could be sae trying to erase you from his mind, or it could also be you post-breakup.

"you've got a 9 to 5 / so i'll take the night shift / and i'll never see you again / if i can help it"

i know this one lyric caused controversy all over tiktok, so i'm going to add my own interpretation. at face value, this is exactly what it says it is. sae doesn't want to see you again, nor do you. he's willing to go out of his way just to avoid you, and truthfully he would. when sae finds himself in trouble, he doesn't look for something new to fix him. instead, he cuts everything off and subtracts anything that is deadweight. if you're out of his life, then you're out of his life. he's not coming back for you (or at least that's what he says to convince himself). same thing with rin. he knows he hurt rin, but he's not going to go back and try to make it right. he's going to move on and try to justify his actions every step of the way. one day, rin will move on too, and then sae would have been right all along. (unfortunately, that is not the way things work, but that's a lesson for another time.)

the alternative interpretation is that y/n is the other woman. this could be literal as in sae already has someone else in his life, and he only sees you at night. you're only ever going to be the night shift. it could also be metaphorical as in you're merely a distraction in the grand scheme of things. you're the mistress, but football is his wife if that makes sense. his career will always take precedence.

"you get me so high" by the neighborhood

this song is all the words sae wished he said to rin but never did. it made me cry because everything would have been so different if they had just set aside their pride and truthfully sought each other out.

"hope you don't regret it / i pushed a lot back but i can't forget it"

repressing feelings seems to be a recurring issue with the itoshi brothers. like....maybe if i just push it out of sight, it will also go out of mind. and at its core, this all stems from fear. fear of facing the consequences, the hypotheticals, the terrifying realization that you did something you regret and there really is no turning back from it. but realistically, if you think about it, a lot of this is the byproduct of overthinking. sometimes the situation isn't as complicated as we might make it out to be. sometimes an apology doesn't fix everything, but it's a proposition to be something more, an attempt at a solution. but sae and rin are so blindsided by their own internal turmoil that they cannot see this.

"for a long time i took it all for granted / i really thought we had it / but at the time it was more than i could manage"

ah....the "taking for granted" part. i could ramble on about that for hours. i think it really is some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy that we never miss something until it's gone. and in a way, it's not something that we can always control. the value you assign to a person/object when you have it is going to be fundamentally different from the value you assign to it when it's no longer in your grasp. that's how scarcity works. something with a limited supply is always going to be worth more. the vice versa works as well. you might yearn after something but then throw it away the moment you finally have it and grow tired of it. this sort of dilemma that comes with appreciation is so common i really wouldn't blame the itoshi brothers for what they did. it is immensely difficult to know when you're going to lose something or when you need to let it go. and sometimes it's hard to be constantly grateful for what you have because many of us are wired to want something more. tbh that's what makes the itoshis relatable.

"if we can leave it all behind us / and meet in between"

now sae would never say this unless he himself had actually reflected on what happened and fully processed it. but maybe in the future, they could set aside their differences and reach out to each other. (this is how i cope)

"but i just had to let you know / i never meant to hurt you, though / i had all my motives / i didn't know they wouldn't mix with your emotions / i just had to reach my goals / never knew i'd meet you though"

that's the thing with personal ambition. sometimes you get so caught up in yourself, you forget all about others. and this isn't really selfishness, or at least intentional selfishness. it just sort of happened that way. you never meant to hurt them, but you still somehow did.

"we should stick together / you're my best friend / i'll love you forever"

yeah....this line was the one that did it for me. something about the dysfunctional sibling dynamic just eats away at my insides. like....i could've loved you, we could've been so much together, but why aren't we? what we have isn't hate, but it isn't the love i know and crave either.

"we could be the greatest / it doesn't matter if we're never rich or famous"

ok but if rin ever heard this leave sae's lips, i think all of his trauma would just be magically healed. he just wants his brother to see him. like fully see him and love him. but alas, what is blue lock without angst, am i right?

"love in the dark" by adele

now i don't think sae would ever listen to adele, but the lyrics are just too fitting. i was going to write a fic on this, but it's going to have to ferment a bit in the drafts for now. basically this is the entire rin/sae traumatic scene but as a melodramatic torch song with adele's heavenly vocals.

"take your eyes off of me so i can leave / i'm far too ashamed to do it with you watching me"

um...this is literally sae's internal monologue??? i feel like letting go of things is something both the itoshi brothers struggle with. their lives are constantly pulling them in different directions, and eventually they become numb to it all. they don't form any strong attachment to anything besides football because that's the one thing that won't change for them. in a way, this is necessary for their character development (in the sense that they need to discern for themselves what to keep and what to let go), but it also destroys any sense of belonging they might have (hence why they feel lonely.)

"don't try to change my mind / i'm being cruel to be kind"

sae would definitely say this. like word for word. if only he wasn't a vague dumbass with no communication skills.

"i can't love you in the dark / it feels like we're oceans apart"

this is literally their dynamic in one lyric. there is the physical distance, and then there's the emotional distance.

"we're not the only ones, / i don't regret a thing / every word i've said, / you know i'll always mean"

this sort of reminds me when sae said that the world is huge, and there's so many players way better than him out there. i think spain really gave him a reality check, and he grew angry at rin when rin couldn't understand his disillusionment.

"everything changed me / and i don't think you can save me"

adele sort of echoes this softly at the end of the song. i feel like sae would do that too. he wouldn't admit his own insecurities until the very end, and only then does the truth come out.

"i'll sleep when i'm older" by bruno major

this is sae when he's older and fully mature, preferably after he meets you. he finally decides to damn it all and do what he wants.

"conversations with elders and the wisdom they bring ... / the view from an aeroplane at twelve thousand feet"

sae views things that previously annoyed him in a new light. he used to hate his elders, but he visited you and your mother once, and something changed within him. now he calls his parents more often, and his eyes linger on the old couples near the park benches. sometimes, his gaze softens just a bit when he imagines the two of you growing old just like them.

flights used to be a mundane part of his routine, but now he finds himself leaning over your window seat to see the mountains down below. the clouds and sunny weather set him aglow. and you just look so pretty when you fall asleep on his shoulder. he doesn't ever want this change.

"meet god on a mountain top along with the stars / find love somewhere, anywhere / fall deep from the start"

sae used to avoid love, but now he's running at it full-force. people tend to shy away from making sae a romantic because it seems too ooc. however, in the right situation, i think sae could entirely abandon his previous ideals and become someone else entirely. (that's why it's called a character evolution guys.)

"misplace my mind and follow my heart"

again, if you're able to make sae lose all rationality and let his heart guide him instead, then you've really done something. kudos to you for penetrating the walls of the coldest asshole known to mankind.

"i'll be a firework, not a flickering flame / treat life all around me like a one-player game"

this one lyric applies both to younger and older sae. younger sae is someone unafraid of risking it all if it means he can achieve something worthwhile. it doesn't matter how many players he has to defeat, how many people he has to leave behind. in this world, it is just him and the goal he has to accomplish.

however, after he's mellowed out after a few years (i'd say around middle age), he probably reinterprets this as something else. he's not going to constrain himself to his tunnel vision anymore. there's so much more to life than that.

"i'll go to the party and forget all the names / should it climb back to haunt me, / it ends all the same"

sae finally lets himself live the life he never thought he'd have. he does stupid things like get drunk and make a fool of himself. but you're there for him, so he doesn't really care. in fact, he can finally say that for the first time in a long time....he's having fun.

KAISER

the fanon answer is the weeknd. i'm not going to lie, i completely agree with this one. i saw this one edit of him to "party monster," and i can say i have been fully enlightened and converted. however, this is not just about a toxic male manipulator anthem. it's much more than that.

this is about running away from the ugliest parts of yourself, becoming a slave to your vices, knowing you're broken somewhere and you can never fix it. i would say his character is most similar to "starboy" in the fact that he literally flaunts everything he has to hide the fact that deep down inside, he really has nothing else to hold onto. "starboy" is all about the status symbol (money, red lamborghinis, glass table girls turning into ebony table girls lol). but at the end of the day, he doesn't really have anything except an empty heart and a satirical quip for all those who made him famous. the same theme applies to "the morning" and "house of balloons."

in the romantic sense, i think "don't break my heart" would represent kaiser. and no, this is not a justification for him being an f-boy. it's more so an exploration of why people might think he is an f-boy. i do not condone his actions, but i do try to understand them. in particular, i feel like the lyrics of "sacrifice" also fit him well.

"i was born in a city / where the winter nights don't ever sleep / so this life's always with me / the ice inside my veins will never bleed"

i headcanon kaiser as being born in either berlin or munich. and if you don't know anything about those two places, just know that you freeze your ass off during wintertime. i think it's interesting how his past could be intrinsically tied with a place, and he takes a piece of his past self with him wherever he goes. the ice in veins part also made me think about how kaiser would rather freeze up every weakness within himself than let them run free and make him human.

"every time you try to fix me / i know you'll never find that missing piece"

guys...did you hear that? to all you delusional people out there, this is your service announcement. you cannot fix someone who does not want to be fixed. write that down and memorize it. all meaningful change starts with a shift in mindset, and if they themselves are not in the right headspace to recognize that something is wrong and actively want to change, you're not going to get anywhere. so yeah....kaiser is not going to change unless HE starts doing the changing.

"i hold you through the toughest parts / when you feel like it's the end / 'cause life is still worth living"

i think this lyric sort of explores kaiser's dynamic with ness. on one front, he is the one picking ness up from his miserable past and instilling a sense of hope into him (intentionally or not.) but on another front, this could also be a problem. kaiser is almost forcefully optimistic in the way that he believes anything is possible. it has to be possible because there can be no other way. but the thing is.....you have to know your limits sometimes. blind optimism is, ironically, similar to cornering yourself.

"i can break you down and pick you up / and fuck like we are friends / but don't be catching feelings"

this is definitely the type of bullshit kaiser would spew. i could picture a fwb or situationship with him where y/n just constantly receives the short end of the stick. now this may be reaching, but i also feel like this is how kaiser projects his own trauma onto others. he himself clawed his way up to the top and put himself back together every time he fell down. the problem is that he also expects you to be that resilient. he's going to treat you badly because you're supposed to be like him: someone who can overcome everything and strive towards the impossible.

the headcanon answer to his top artist would be keshi. in particular, i think kaiser would fit the vibe of "2 soon" and "drunk." long story short, you finally broke up with him, and he's still reeling from the impact.

within my fics, i envision a dialogue between kaiser and y/n from each one of their perspectives. so based on that, i'm going to assign him the following songs/artists:

"gibson girl" by ethel cain

i know i said earlier that kaiser's character is not solely about toxic manipulation, but you have to understand that all bad habits originate from somewhere. kaiser is innately self-destructive, and he brings you down along with him. this song is about that but from y/n's perspective. there's this idea of trying to find agency in a situation where you have none. i don't have the word count to explain ethel cain lore in all of its naked glory, but all i can say is that this song is a banger and deals with themes like femininity as a performance, finding power in pain, religious motifs, etc.

"glory box" by portishead

this song is y/n's last plea to kaiser before they fully give up on him and leave. i'm also a sucker for anything that involves an exploration of gender dynamics and what it means to be a woman, and this song is riddled with it.

"suffocation" by crystal castles

this is kaiser post-isagi defeat (cue that one scene where he was trying to choke himself.) similar to sae, it's all or nothing with him. he suffers from this feeling of inferiority. everyone made him out to be this great figure of impossible dreams and legends, but look at him now. he's nothing. aren't you disappointed? he had you fooled, but he also fooled himself. so yeah....kaiser is definitely the most self-deprecating out of all of the boys at blue lock.

ISAGI

the fanon answer is laufey, and i also agree. he's so sweet, and laufey's music just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. he would also be that one love that came creeping up on you when you least expected it. "valentine" would be the song for that. i picture a reader who's had a series of unfortunate breakups and is right on the edge of giving up entirely. but then isagi comes along, and it's just so easy to love him. as easy as breathing. and then you think maybe it wasn't so bad after all. you just never found the right one until he came into your life. furthermore, isagi is a jazz pop princess, and you can't convince me otherwise.

the headcanon answer is IU. more specifically, i would say "troll" from her lilac album. i feel like even if you and isagi broke up, it would still be like you two never broke up at all. you're both on good terms, and even though you know it's counterproductive to keep cycling back to each other, you do it anyways. and it's okay because you're both still in love.

from my own playlists, i would assign the following songs/artists:

"winter bear" by v

this is my comfort song. it feels like those big sherpa blankets you tuck yourself under when you're lying next to the heater in winter. isagi would kiss your forehead and nuzzle your nose before you two drifted off to sleep.

"a boy named pluto" by hailey knox

this one is so romantic lol. i also like the dynamic where one party is afraid to love, but the other person loves them unconditionally. that would be isagi. he'd respect your decision and wait for you as long as you need it. but if you're ever ready to give him a chance, just know that he's going to treasure all of you.

"put your records on" by ritt momney

the inspiring thing about isagi is that he never lets anyone put him down. he takes rejection as redirection, failure as room for improvement. and in that way, i think this song encapsulates his resilience. he'd be such a good boyfriend not just romantically but in the way that he would literally pick you back up to your feet, dust you off, and make sure everything was alright.

"fairy of shampoo" by dosii

i picture isagi as someone who falls first and falls harder. he just loves you so much, and he doesn't even need a reason why. i saw somewhere that sometimes you don't love someone because they're your soulmate/twin flame/supernaturally fated other. you love them because you consciously made the decision to. isagi is like that. he loves you on purpose.

helppp why does this sound like an academic paper...i'm sorry anon. i got carried away with this, but i hope u like it.

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 5]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

You all returned for dinner service. Like this morning, Yunho and his friends were not there yet, still resting from their mid day break. You made yourself a large container of iced coffee, tying your apron around your waist.

"Do eateries really benefit from a mid day break though?" Wooyoung asked as he washed his hands.

"Well, in this case, they sold out all that we made so I guess Yunho wasn't confident in continuing to stay open." You shrugged.

"They could still serve drinks." Seonghwa reasoned.

"But staying open with drinks only and no food might hurt the revenue. How much you make from drinks compared to food and drinks is so much lesser. It would be smarter for them to rest."

"That's true. Since they are the wait staff for the dinner service and they'll be cleaning up after." Jongho said.

"Don't they have someone to clean?" Wooyoung scoffed.

"They seem to only have someone that washes the dishes and then he leaves. Looks like the cleaning for the front of the house is all reliant on themselves." You informed. After some light conversations, you all began to get into preparing for dinner. As the prep chef, Jongho did all the slicing and vegetable prep.

"I should start prepping the seafood for the cioppino." Seonghwa went to get all the seafood. While Jongho sliced the vegetables, you made the compound gochujang butter for the chicken.

"The vegetables are done. How are we cutting the chicken for roasting? Halves or quarters?" Jongho asked.

"Let's do halves. They're quite small." You replied.

"Since we're searing the pork medallions towards service, I'll make the cherry sauce to get it ready to go." Wooyoung spoke. You hummed and crossed it off the list.

"I'll start with the chickens." You stood beside Jongho. As he butchered the chickens, you stuffed the compound butter under the skin.

"What fish were we using for the cioppino again?" Seonghwa asked.

"Monkfish." You reminded.

"That's the last chicken. I'm going to remove the silver skin of the pork tenderloin and portion it. Are you good here?" Jongho asked you. You gave him a thumbs up and he went to wipe down his station since he was handling the raw chicken.

Although Jongho was a prep chef, as he says, he usually handled whole dishes on his own. You were fine with it, the sous chef, prep chef titles didn't matter much to you.

"Oh when you're done washing up, help me preheat the oven?" You requested. He nodded and went to turn on the ovens for you.

"Ah, where is the madeira?" Wooyoung whined, walking out of the walk in fridge.

"It should be in the pantry instead of the walk in, Woo." Seonghwa informed. Wooyoung went to the dry pantry to look for the alcohol while Jongho tended to his sauce for him momentarily.

"Okay, that's the last chicken." You said, going to wash your hands and getting all the components together.

You laid the vegetables Jongho prepped at the bottom of the trays and seasoned them then you placed racks on top for the chicken to sit.

"Hwa, help me bring the trays into the oven?" You asked. Seonghwa nodded, lowering the fire on his stew before helping you carrying the remaining trays. You slid them into the preheated oven and closed the door. You set a timer and clipped it to your apron before moving onto the next dish.

"Cherry sauce for the pork is done. Shall I start on the dessert?" Wooyoung came up to you.

"Yes. Do the panna cotta now so it can set in time. But don't forget to make the parsnip puree for the pork dish." You told him.

"I won't. I'll do the panna cottas now." He went back into the walk in to get what he needed. When Jongho was done portioning out the pork and setting that aside, he did the raspberry coolis.

"Cioppino is simmering. We'll have to fire the bread during service." Seonghwa helped you with the Korean dessert.

"Oh! I forgot the makeolli ice cream needs to be churned. Let's get it done now?" You remembered.

"On it." Seonghwa took the ice cream machine out.

"I think the last time I made bukkumi was with my grandfather." You laughed as you made the red bean paste that will go inside the glutinous rice dough and pan fried.

"Actually, we haven't done much Korean desserts in a while. Our recent desserts are all Western or Japanese, we did our wagashi workshop together. We should start doing more of those." Wooyoung said. You all nodded in agreement.

"Thinking of using these for the mushrooms that will go into the pasta dish." Jongho showed the metal bowl with the mix of different mushroom types.

"Looks good. Maybe not shitake since it might overpower. And soak the dried porcinis." You looked through the bowl.

"Okay. I'll mix the dried porcinis and the dried black trumpets." Jongho went to the pantry.

"It smells so good in here!" Yunho came in with a big smile. Wooyoung and Seonghwa gave friendly smiles back. You and Jongho were so focused, you just blocked everything else out.

"Hi, (y/n). Did you get some rest?" Yunho asked, standing beside you. You looked up at him, taking a small step to the side but nodded.

Not that you had anything against Yunho but you valued your personal space, especially around people you were not very close with.

"Do you need help?" He grinned.

"Do you not need to help the others prepare for dinner?" You raised an eyebrow. Yunho shook his head, he really enjoyed being in the kitchen with you the other night. And he was never really one that stuck around the kitchen. The only time he was ever in there was when he was with his grandmother.

"Go wash get an apron and wash your hands." You nodded over to the sink. Yunho let out a small 'yes!' in cheer and went over to get an apron. Once he tied it around his waist, he washed his hands.

"What should I do?" He asked enthusiastically.

"Jongho is preparing the glutinous rice dough for me. For now, let's split these red bean balls and weigh them." You instructed.

"Like this." You demonstrated, taking a spoon of red bean paste and rolling it into a ball with your hands, weighing it to the exact weight then setting it in the tray.

"I can do that!" He nodded. But the moment he spooned the bean paste onto his hand, he dropped it.

"I didn't know it would be hot." He pouted.

"It's only slightly warm. You can wear the gloves there." You pointed with your elbow and Yunho trudged over to get them. Again, imagining Yunho's puppy ears pressed to his head in disappointment made you let out a small chuckle.

"Are you laughing at me?" Yunho's eyes were wide. You didn't think he heard you.

"No." You shook your head. To be honest, he wasn't the only one surprised, Wooyoung, Jongho and Seonghwa were a little surprised too.

Yunho resumed his spot next to you and began to do the task. Good thing he was meticulous, wanting to be as accurate as possible when weighing each ball of red bean paste.

"Dough kneaded and done. I'll let it rest." Jongho said, placing the big bowl with the dough beside you.

"Thanks." You momentarily stepped aside to see the progress with the others.

"How's it looking?" You looked into the ice cream churner.

"It should be good to go into the freezer in 45 minutes. The ratios should be correct that it still freezes despite the alcohol in it." Seonghwa nodded. With alcohol in ice creams, there can only be a certain percentage you put in or else the alcohol will prevent the ice cream from properly freezing.

"Panna cotta is going into the chiller!" Wooyoung announced with a tray in his hands. Jongho helped him with carrying the other trays with all the white ramekins.

"Jong, you can start the prep for garnishes. Woo, you can start on your parsnip puree. Hwa, can you help me make a chicken jus?"

"Sure." The three replied and split up. Once the glutinous rice dough was done, you began to portion those out too.

"Done. Shall I move onto that?" Yunho asked excitedly, putting the last ball of red bean paste onto the tray. You nodded and let him assist you in weighing the glutinous rice dough.

"Good evening." San, Mingi, Yeosang and Hongjoong came in after preparing the restaurant for dinner.

"Evening."

"Wow, you guys look so fancy." Wooyoung chuckled. While there was no waiter or staff uniform, the boys all wore button up shirts and dress pants.

"Wow, it's looking good. Anything we can help with?" Yeosang came over to look at what you were doing alongside Yunho.

"You can help Yunho portion these out. Then I'll start wrapping them." You said. After washing their hands, they came to help where they could with their limited kitchen skills. You placed a red bean ball in the middle of a circle of dough and wrapped it.

"So you're going to fry these after?" Hongjoong asked.

"Pan fry it to get the outside a little crispy. Then we're serving it with makgeolli ice cream." You told him.

"We have 1 hour. Can we make 1 of each dish that is prepared for service for tasting?" You called out. The 3 immediately fell into the rhythm of things.

"Chicken is in the warming oven so let's dish that." You said and Jongho brought the components to you for plating.

"Bread for cioppino going on the grill."

"Pork medallions going on the pan."

"I need a sous at the pass." You said. Seonghwa stepped up and you took over to make the miso butter pasta with mushrooms. The 5 other boys huddled closer to not be in the way.

"Woah." They watched in awe at how all of you worked together, handing components to Seonghwa to plate and put together to be served. Since it wasn't Michelin restaurant, Seonghwa got the plating done quickly. There was no need to micro garnishes but it still looked pretty and well put together.

"Desserts are not ready." Wooyoung informed after checking if the panna cottas were set.

"It's fine. Can we just monitor them and make sure they're ready towards the start of actual service?" You asked and he nodded.

"Watch your back." You cautioned as you placed the hot pan with the miso butter pasta. Seonghwa took a carving fork to twirl it into pretty cylinder. He then spooned the sauce over with the mushrooms.

"Can we sprinkle some chives over?" You said, looking over at the dish. Jongho sliced the chives.

"Better." Seonghwa hummed as he grated the bottarga over then sprinkled the chives over to give it flecks of green.

"Service." Seonghwa said, lining the dishes up. All 5 boys had sparkles in their eyes, their jaws slacked, as they looked over all the dishes in front of them.

"Appetisers, we went a little simple. Bruschetta, mini ham cheese croquetas, crispy brussel sprouts with lemon gochugaru dressing."

"Mains. This is miso butter pasta with mushroom medley and bottarga, we have pork medallions with parsnip puree and cherry madeira sauce, gochujang butter roast chicken with roast vegetables and a chicken jus. Lastly, cioppino with grilled ciabatta." Seonghwa introduced.

"We'll definitely look into exploring a bigger variety of appetisers after tonight." You added. Yunho nodded and they all dug into the dishes to taste.

"The chicken is so good. How did you get all the flavour in?" Yeosang was in disbelief.

"So we made a gochujang butter and we put it under the skin to roast. Then we let all that drip onto the vegetables." You explained.

"The pork dish is my favourite. I love that sauce." San pointed to the dish with his spoon and gave a thumbs up. You gestured to Wooyoung, who was responsible for the dish.

"Hmm..." Wooyoung deliberated after taking a taste of the dish. San blinked in confusion.

"Do you not think it's good?" San asked.

"I mean, it's good. But it is missing something." Wooyoung replied. You took a taste and Wooyoung looked at you for confirmation. You nodded in agreement.

"We have fennel. I'll grill it?" Wooyoung suggested. You hummed and Wooyoung left to go to the walk in to get the fennel. Without anyone else noticing, Hongjoong was finishing the pasta on his own. When the others noticed, it was too late, making them yell at the older male for not leaving them any.

"You snooze you lose?" Hongjoong shrugged. You noticed Yunho had not said anything.

"Any comments? Changes?" You turned to him. Yunho blinked, shaking his head to break his train of thought when he noticed that you were asking him directly.

"It's all really, really good." He said, the tip of his fork still in his mouth. You waited, feeling like he still had something else to say.

"I'm not sure if the food is too fancy..." He confessed. You paused for a while to let his words sink in.

"Would you prefer more homey dishes then?" Jongho asked.

"Let's see how the dinner service plays out before we decide for sure." Yunho said. You nodded in agreement, there wasn't much for you to say since he was the owner, not you.

There was now an awkwardness that hung in the air. Yunho was nervous, he hoped he didn't let his nerves throw you off your game.

"Let's take 5." You said. Wooyoung, Jongho, Seonghwa and yourself stepped out to relax before dinner service. The remaining boys went out to where Yunho was. Mingi looked at his best friend, who was spacing out behind the counter.

"Yunho ah. What was that? You okay?" Mingi tapped Yunho on the shoulder.

"Did I sound too arrogant? Too demanding? They put in all that effort and I just... should I not have said that? I just want the customers to like the place." Yunho panicked.

"It's fine, Yunho. I'm sure they didn't take it to heart. You have to be honest as the restaurant owner." San assured.

"Yes, compared to what I see on television, you were very nice in your reaction." Yeosang said.

"You're too nice, Yunho ah." Hongjoong chuckled, patting his tall friend on the shoulder. Yunho pouted, he didn't like telling people bad news or anything remotely negative.

"And like you said, you didn't say the food was bad. It just might not suit what customers are looking for." Mingi comforted.

"Let's focus on dinner service now." San massaged Yunho's shoulders to relieve the tension.

"This is the list of reservations. If there are still tables available, the online system will add the reservation as it comes in." Yeosang gave the iPad to Hongjoong to refer to the guest list, showing him the online booking sytem. Hongjoong hummed, nodding as he scrolled through and got familiar with it.

"For us, let's split the dining area this way. Into 3. So we don't get any mix ups or repeats, it is easier to keep track of which tables you are responsible for." San said to Yeosang and Mingi.

"Good idea." Mingi nodded.

Meanwhile, your team was back in the kitchen cooking, unaware of Yunho's 'almost' meltdown that was happening outside.

"Too fancy..." You drummed your fingers against the work top. Maybe you needed to go home and research more on what kind of fare and flavours you should be utilising.

"Don't think too hard." Seonghwa chuckled, coming over to kiss the top of your head.

"Don't mock me, Park." You rolled your eyes, shoving him away.

"Let's finish this service then go out. Drinks on Jongho!" Wooyoung said, slinging his arms over yours and Seonghwa's shoulders. Jongho slapped the back of Wooyoung's neck.

"Don't go volunteering my wallet." Jongho glared.

"Yah! I'm your hyung! Show some respect." Wooyoung whined, stomping his feet while Jongho made a face at him, sticking his tongue out. You let out a soft sigh and shook your head, going back to your station, letting Seonghwa mediate their bickering.

Yunho's feedback didn't negatively affect you, it made you want to work harder. You were glad that he was objective and honest, not just saying the food was good.

"We're opening the doors for dinner in 5 minutes." Yunho said through the small pick up window and disappeared.

"I forgot we have that service window." Jongho laughed.

"We've just been talking and serving through the door, which can be dangerous. We should use the window that's actually for passing food and tickets." You reminded.

"Let's do this." You gave each other pats on the shoulder and waited for the first tickets to come in.

"First customers walked in." Seonghwa informed, observing through the window.

Once the orders were taken, the waiters will key it in and the ticket will come through on the machine that's in the kitchen. It cuts the time the waiters have to come and handover tickets, it also makes it easier for whoever is at the window to sort out the orders and give out instructions to the rest of the team.

"First tickets coming in." Seonghwa announced.

Dinner service went by smoothly, there wasn't a manic rush but things weren't slow as well, which was good for Yunho. You were all able to take little 5 minute breaks in between.

"Last ticket going out. Service." Seonghwa rang the bell for pick up at the window. You let out a tired sigh, hearing Seonghwa's words.

"First day done." Wooyoung came, slinging his arm around you. You tiredly leaned against him.

"Let's clean up and prep for tomorrow before going home." You stood up. You, Wooyoung, Seonghwa and Jongho gave each other side hugs to commend one another.

"Good work today, everyone." You smiled.

"Of course, we have our leader to guide us." Seonghwa smiled softly, making you look away.

"Do your dishes." You cleared your throat. You washed the big pots, pans and trays that you used. For the bowls, you all left them on the counter neatly to dry overnight, except for the ones you were going to use now.

"Before we clean the stove and the grill, let's cook some dinner." Jongho suggested. There wasn't much but the 4 of you used whatever leftovers you could find to whip something up.

"I wish we had some of that roast chicken leftover. It was seriously good." Wooyoung pouted.

"Luckily we had some piece of the pork medallions left that we could cube up." Seonghwa said, taking a portion of pasta for himself.

The dish was a pasta with garlic, onions, basil fresh tomatoes, cubed pork pieces. Jongho sauteed the leftover mushrooms, serving that alongside the leftover roast vegetables.

"Hwa, call the front team in. I'm stepping out for a bit. You guys start eating first." You told them.

"Sure." The 3 nodded, not protesting or asking any questions.

"Hey, we made a simple dinner before we start tomorrow's prep. Would you guys like some?" Seonghwa asked. The 5 nodded their heads and entered the kitchen. Just like this morning, Yunho noticed that you were not around. Did you leave after service? Did you eat dinner before you left?

~

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[hedgiwithapen]

Dammit Hedgi Day if it sparks joy

Fire Lord Zuko and Toph

Field Trip

Toph frowned. Zuko matched her frown, not that she could see it, and waited. 

"You know I can feel you judging me," Toph said.  The wood of her bench creaked as she shifted.

"Oh. Good." Zuko returned. 

"It's Rude," Toph said, "and not very helpful."

"Weird. Almost like it's not supposed to be."

"Look, when I said I wanted a real field trip, getting stranded in the middle of the ocean wasn't what I had in mind," Toph said. "Like, seriously?"

"Are you blaming me?" Zuko asked, incredulous. "Remind me, who thought metalbending the rudder was a good idea?"

"How was I supposed to know it was weaksauce? It shouldn't have snapped like that. And you're the one who lit the sails on fire! I thought you knew how to use one of these."

"Sokka's airships use hot air to move cloth sails! It was supposed to get us home faster!" Zuko put his head on his knees. 

"Don't be a quitter," Toph poked him. 

"Of course not. I never quit."

"You quit chasing the avatar."

"I caught the Avatar. Why are you being like this? If we don't figure something out, we could both die. This isn't a fun little trip anymore, Toph."

"I know that!" Toph burst out. Zuko instantly felt bad. "I'm just-- this is how I handle fear. Thought you would have known that by now."

Zuko felt, if possible, even worse. "Oh no. Don't... don't cry, ok?"

"I'm not crying. And even if I am, so what?"

Zuko didn't want to point out the dangers of dehydration. they were in an open boat, and their supplies were dwindling. 

"We just have to be positive, right?" he tried to channel Uncle. He couldn't ask what Aang would do-- Aang would have used his airbending to get them home. Sokka would have used his nautical knowledge and made a really bad pun about it, and Katara... never would have been in this situation in the first place,  she could have just made the water take her where she wanted. 

"We didn't even get to hold the emeralds," Toph lamented. 

Zuko decided it was in his best interest to point out that the Emerald in " emerald islands' referred to the color of the water in the bays, and not jewels. 

" Maybe we can prey off a board to use as an oar," Zuko suggested. "You can bend the metal in the nails, right? And we can use my robe as a sun cover...  your little pom-poms as fishing lures. I've heard you can eat fish eyeballs raw for water."

"I think I'd rather dehydrate to death," Toph said, but handed over her headband anyways. 

"This is going to work," Zuko said. "We're going to get home."

Toph's lips tightened. Zuko wondered if she could sense the lie.

[blkkizzat]

Hi kali,

GRE studying is going....OK. I was reminded that I SUCCCK at math. Will be working on my critical writing paper starting next week as well as studying. I did not miss this part of school. I'm not going for a phD in writing. Though writing is a big part of it. I am in the arts though. You know my handle just check my blog description if you're curious.

But speaking of PHD....professor Nanami and Professor Geto.

Professor Nanami is low key sexy. He doesn't show off but one time you saw him remove his suit jacket and roll up his sleeves and you about fainted. You're a grad student (Not his grad student- Not even in the same department) so it's not exactly unprofessional for him to date you. And when he asks you out, you can't think of any reason to say no. What you don't expect is to have the time of your life. Nanami is really fun outside of classes. He takes you to a local festival. A one night event. He wins you a stuffed bear and a gold fish. You weren't sure about giving him a kiss when the date first started but by the end of it you have butterflies as you lean up and give him a peck on the cheek. He moves his head though and you end up with a short peck on the lips. It's sweet and hot at the same time. When you guys come out as dating You're the talk of the both your departments.

Professor Geto, however, is in your department. He's not your advisor, though. You see him everywhere. And your conversations are good. Deep and incitful. When he asks you for dinner the last thing you expect is to be fucking him in his car outside the restaurant. You got there early. You were just in his car talking when he leaned over and kissed you. He apologized at first and said he just couldn't help himself. But he knew what he was doing. He gives you these beautiful puppy dog eyes and suddenly your kissing him again. And again. And then you're full on making out. Ten minutes later you've moved to the back of the car. You're glad his windows are tinted because as long as you don't move too much, no one will know that you're getting railed in the back seat of a professor's car. And he does go hard. You hardly notice that the man hasn't bothered to use protection until you're walking into the restaurant (cause he's hungry now), and you feel him leaking out of you. You're glad your dress is long enough that no one can see your legs. You can't even chastise him cause you were both caught in the moment. And you continue to date through graduation. One thing about Suguru is that his ass is stubborn. When he makes up his mind that he wants something, he's going for it. He keeps your ass under lock and key. Everyone knows your dating, though no one will say shit to your face. No one is surprised when a week after graduation, you have a rock on your hand. But you'll never be Mrs. You're Dr and Dr Geto. And Suguru finds it hot!

Respectfully, I needed this - 🧠

🧠 nonny... u may not have figured this out yet...but im slower than thee fuck fjklshfkdjhgkfd. i never figure out who my anons are unless they tell me. u gonna have to let me know fam. msg me 😭😭.

omg these ideas are delicious...

prof nanami, i love how innocent and whimsy it is going on a first date to a festival and him winning you prizes and the kiss was! ahhh im such a slut i would have to fuck him night one but when it comes to be slow courted i wouldnt mind if it was nanami. he wants to let you know what you mean to him and i find that saurrrr cuteee.

prof geto, i also adoreeee because he was wasting NO time lmfao. Dr. & Dr. Geto okfjdhvksdhfvksjdb IMMA SCREAM thats so perf 🥹🥹. also lmfao at him just raw nutting in us day ONE. he definitely knew wtf he was doing. lmfao he didnt even care to ask if we were on the pill just busted fkjhfkjhrsfkjrshbdfj.

also i just had a thot...

we never get prof sukuna and i know in AU people tend to write him as a bad boy/criminal/fuck-up and although he IS a villain he's not a dumb one. he's very smart and intellectual, he just doesn't give a fuck. i think he would teach something like physics. i can see him being an astrophysicist for some reason, ex-NASA (i'd like to think he got fired bc he ended up knocking out an astronaut who thought he knew more than Sukuna cause he's been up in space before and almost jeopardized lives because of it). But prof Sukuna is notorious for being a huge hard ass and making his already insanely difficult classes, due to the subject matter, even harder than they need to be. you, a future astrophysicist in the making, are determined to learn from the best and your cheery disposition is not discouraged by him. in fact you like the challenge and arguing with him. however he IS your adviser which makes the situation a bit more scandalous. especially since it was in one of your advisory meetings where one minute you were arguing about your thesis topic and the next you are spread out on his desk, your thesis papers everywhere and Sukuna's head between your legs. but you don't get caught. if anything, once you do start dating Sukuna is harder on you. he wants you to succeed but he wont coddle you, he'll critique you more—expect perfection from you. However he will be there to tutor you and take you on special field trips. He knows the person who runs the observatory near campus and gets a special private viewing for you when conditions are clear and you can see the pretty gaseous clouds from the next galaxy from the powerful hub telescope.... all while seated so pretty on his cock. He'll rub slow tortuous circles on your clit with his rough thumb while he making you list various constellations and quizzing you on basic chemical composition of stars and planets—which you would usually spout off flawlessly but when he is making you see your own stars as your eyes cross into the back of your head there's no way you could focus on the ones in the sky. now i kinda wanna write professor sukuna kfhdadskjfhaskjf.

[ribby16]

I am definitely behind on The Bear compared to most people on here (just started the show last week and got to s3e02 yesterday), but I have a lot of thoughts and just want to put them out there.

I came into the show with little to no idea of what it was about. I didn’t even watch a trailer prior to starting the show. Just got a lot of tiktoks on my fyp talking about how they were excited to watch the new 3rd season so I finally gave the show a try. I must say, going in blind, I was most definitely deeply into season 1. The subject matter of The Bear was really not something I had deeply considered before (fine dining/being a chef), but I became so engrossed in learning about it from the show.

However season 2 is really what blew me away. “Fishes” is probably the best episode of TV I have a watched in a long, long time. As someone who also has a dysfunctional parent, seeing that behavior on a show really hit so hard for me. The awkward silences and tension leading to the inevitable blowup was so relatable and just so fucking real and raw.

And that is when I started to see the show from the writers’ perspective, from Carmy’s perspective. I really, deeply understood and related to why Carmy is the way that he is, and why he puts his blood, sweat, and tears into his work. He has more reason than most to do so. And that’s when even though I have been shipping sydcarmy since s1e01 (yes, I shipped them organically without being influenced by internet discourse that I hadn’t even looked at prior to watching the show, so that should say something) I am okay with them not getting in a romantic relationship in the show.

This is not one of those “we need more platonic relationships in media” soap boxing posts. What Syd and Carmy have is more than platonic, period. The symbolism and moments that the directors and writers have intentionally chosen to show truly display this and there’s little to no room for misinterpretation. Hell, even in the acting you can see that what they have is different. The way Carmy stares at Syd, the looks he gives her, I don’t believe it’s purely platonic. And that brings me to Claire, who is not just a distraction in the sense that Carmy forgot to do major things in the restaurant because he was focused on her (which is totally Carmy’s fault by the way). Claire is a reminder of Carmy’s dysfunctional family and his shitty relationship with his mom. The writers did not give Claire enough meat in her role to be the catalyst that pushes Carmy to break free from his trauma and be better. They gave that role to Sydney.

That being said, I don’t think Syd and Carmy getting together romantically is what will make the show complete. They are both damaged in different ways and damage + damage usually doesn’t equal a good romantic relationship.

What I do want, is for Syd and Carmy to get their partnership back in season 4. To work well the way they always have together, to focus on their baby that is the restaurant. Getting this partnership back is what I believe can push Carmy to be who he wants to be. We see multiple moments throughout the show where Carmy acts crazy with his team in a moment of weakness and then immediately regrets it. I can relate to that so much it almost hurts. The feeling of becoming like the parent who destroyed your childhood begets the worst kind of self-loathing.

I want to see Carmy’s personal growth and I want to see Sydney get over her fear of failure and get her so well-deserved success. As much as I deeply want to see them together, I am okay with satiating that need with fanfiction (lmao) as long as the show shows the character arcs that we deserve. I am rooting for Syd and Carmy in every which way, along with all the other characters whom I have grown to love as well.

[demonslayedher]

Tengen's Favorite: Fugu

A.k.a., the pufferfish, a flamboyant way to flirt with death by tetrodotoxin.

"Sempai, you didn't!" you might be shaking your screens as a way to shake sense into me. "Sempai, I thought you wouldn't risk your life for Kimetsu Kitchen!" So you say, but I'd like to remind you that I am a bad cook and I could probably find less flamboyant methods of culinary death. But also I am here to educate, and guess what? This isn't my first time eating fugu. It's time to knock the flamboyance down a notch by telling you that fugu is more commonly consumed than you might think, as well as give you the details about Uzui Tengen's favorite food in a safe way.

Because yes, you should mind safety.

Cutting out the liver and other toxic organs is a very precise, very crucial process, so let's allow Hinatsuru to concentrate and ask our local fish-fan and poison expert to tell us more.

"Thank you for asking! Did you know pufferfish don't make this neurotoxin themselves? They get it from eating things like mollusks and bacteria, so I'll bet in the future raising these fish in farms with controlled diets will be popular. The tetrodotoxin, or TTX, blocks the passage of sodium ions into a nerve cell, thereby not letting signals to contract reach the muscles. Although there is no antidote, it's a poison humans can metabolize rather quickly, provided they have artificial respiratory assistance. The paralysis and all the other symptoms sure won't be fun, though!"

Thanks, Shinobu! Taisho Secret: Shinobu's goldfish is named Fugu.

She's right about the farmed fugu, and I've heard it said that people who can taste a difference between farmed fugu and wild fugu tend to prefer it farmed anyway. What's also important to note is that there are many varieties of fugu, and "torafugu" (tiger puffer) is the safest variety, and what is typically consumed. Although some people say the livers are the best part, they are typically rich people who wind up eating their words later on. Don't listen to them, they are dead.

We'll pause here to acknowledge the history, because not everyone who has ingested wild fugu has doomed themselves to consciously watching themselves suffocate over the course of a few hours. There are records of use their use in Chinese medicine, and even though Toyotomi Hideyoshi (one of the three great unifiers of Japan) formally banned their consumption and the Tokugawa shogunate upheld this ban, people continued to consume them anyway, especially in areas where the Tokugawa shogun was not popular. (I'd like to imagine some Uzui ancestors ate fugu out of spite.)

One region not especially privy to the shogunate was the Choshu domain, in modern day Yamaguchi prefecture. This domain played a major role in overthrowing the shogunate and establishing the Meiji government, and the first prime minister, Itou Hirobumi, was from Yamaguchi. The story goes that in 1887, it was on visit down at the very western tip of Japan's main island that he stayed at an inn and wanted fish, and the lady of the establishment had no fish to serve him except the illegal pufferfish. She decided it was better to risk what might look like an attempted assassination of the top guy in the country than to serve him a subpar meal.

Well, bam, it was so good that pufferfish was legal the following year! By my calculations and presumed dates that KnY takes place, that means it was already legal before Tengen was born. Sorry, buddy, you don't get to be that edgy.

As for how to eat it, the most iconic way is to eat it raw, sliced so thin that you can still see elaborate patterns on the dishes through the translucent flesh. This is called "tessa." It's often arranged in elegant patterns evocative of chrysanthemums, or on festive occasions, like a phoenix. It's most often a winter dish, but you can get it all year round. It has a very, very light, rather unflamboyant flavor, and is therefore typically eaten with a special variety of onions grown to accompany it, and other condiments like ponzu, citrus, and momiji-oroshi (grated daikon with chili pepper).

The main draw is the texture of the fish. As someone who enjoys sashimi, I did find the texture of tessa very, very nice when I recently got a chance to try it. The same meal also served the skin, and the flesh cooked into a rice porridge dish.

I wonder if Hinatsuru is almost done?

Not yet. Then let's talk about incidents and safety!

Basically, if you're not in Japan: DON'T DO IT. Heck, if you're in the European Union, it's illegal in the first place. There are very, ve-r-r-r-y slim opportunities of eating it in the United States after it is sourced from Japan, and although frozen tessa can travel, really, why bother eating in New York City? If you have that budget to spend, just fly to Japan. Anywhere else... just don't do it. The restaurant fatalities in recent years have primarily been in countries that don't have as stringent of a training and certification process as Japan. Japan also has a small handful of cases each year, but they don't usually end in fatalities because the accidental poisonings may not always be a large dose, and the victims received medical attention that got them through the crucial hours of paralysis. Also, those cases have typically been due to overconfident fishermen, not mistakes made by industry professionals.

But if you're in Japan----oh! It looks like Hinatsuru is done.

All of those examples? Things I have eaten in real life, often under the mistaken impression that "fugu" referred to two different kinds of fish (as happens sometimes), as there was no way I'd have eaten fugu without signing a waiver first, right???

No. Not at all. It is totally realistic to find yourself in a situation where you are served fugu without realizing what it is (though I imagine most tourists don't find themselves in these situations unless they have a guide who planned things without asking about dietary preferences). To demystify this fish a bit, there is so much fugu consumed without incident that you can get to a point where the possibility of poison doesn't even cross your mind. They sell it at a regular grocery story just down the street from where I live in a place that is not famous for fugu or anything like that. (Also, no one brings it up as much, but raw eel is toxic too! You never see it available for sale unless it's been precooked or specially marinated. Again, industry standards.)

Granted, I was still nervous about eating tessa, and the danger is still part of the thrill of fugu, though the industry stresses its merits as a tasty and (otherwise) healthy fish. I get the feeling that if Tengen lived in the Reiwa era, he'd find pufferfish disappointingly lower risk now than suits his thrill. Nonetheless, although I'll eat it if it's served to me, it is not something I go out of my way to eat.

But I will state it again: ONLY eat pufferfish that has been prepared by a professional in Japan. Otherwise, DO NOT.

[voraciousvore]

The Giant and the Princess (10/10)

Part 1 | Previous (9)

Author's Note: Most of this section is Chapter 15 of "The Giant," but told from Ajax's perspective.

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Part 10 ------

Ajax was surprised to get a phone call out of the blue from Chester, who hardly ever contacted him except for special occasions. He was even more surprised when Chester informed him that he’d found a girl to call his own, though Chester sounded nervous for an unknown reason. Then again, he was always nervous around his father, so Ajax didn’t think anything of his demeanor. He invited the couple over to his house for dinner. 

He was pleased with his son for finally finding a mate: He had begun to despair of ever having grandchildren, with his children remaining bachelors for so long. He tidied up the house for guests while his wife prepared a large, sumptuous meal of ham, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Even though humans were scarce in this world, alternative food options were far more plentiful, and most giants had embraced the art of cooking as opposed to scarfing down their prey raw. 

A knock on the door heralded their arrival. Ajax opened the door to find his two sons standing on the porch, but no giantess. “What is this? Where’s the woman?” he questioned with confusion. Chester and Jasper stared up at him stupidly, not responding. Ajax looked down at them, his patience thinning at the odd ruse. He noticed Chester holding a bug or something in his hands. As he squinted with his good eye, he was shocked to see the little creature was a human—a tiny woman. Dark emotions surfaced in his heart as he was reminded of all the countless wrongs he had suffered at the hands of violent, savage humans: the death of the princess, the murder of his father, the mutilation of his face, the loss of his homeland, permanent exile. 

“Why did you bring a human here? Is it for dinner? Your mom already cooked something,” he continued sharply. Ajax began to feel sick as he discerned Chester’s true intentions. There was only one possible reason why Chester would’ve brought a human to his residence under the current circumstances. 

“That’s... my girlfriend,” Chester choked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Time stopped. Ajax was horrified. He didn’t want to accept the truth. Despite his best efforts to avoid calamity, his son was making the same disastrous mistake he had made in his youth. A flood of painful memories overwhelmed him, to the point where he felt himself falling into an endless vortex of despair. He responded in the only way he knew how to handle his emotions: uncontrolled, explosive, white-hot wrath. 

“WHAT?!” he bellowed, losing his temper. He shot a scathing glare down at the human, then at Chester, his idiot son. He lashed out, slugging Chester in the side of the head. The smaller giant crumbled to the ground, his girlfriend slipping out of his hands and tumbling down onto his belly. Jasper caught his brother before his skull cracked on the pavement. Fuming, Ajax separated himself from the situation, slamming the door closed and stomping off into the house. He felt like crying. A phantom pain throbbed in the empty socket under his eyepatch, a grisly reminder of his ugly past. 

“Ajax, what’s the matter?” his wife asked, entering the foyer. “I heard yelling. Why did you slam the door?” 

Ajax clenched and unclenched his hands into fists, seething. “Our son… our son… is dating a human!” he barked. The statement tasted bitter on his tongue. 

“What?” she gasped, incredulous. “How in the hell...?” 

Jasper stormed in, shutting the door behind him. “Dad, what is wrong with you? Why would you do that?” he shouted. Ajax flipped around like an enraged bull and punched him in the shoulder, knocking him back into the wall with a thump. 

“Don’t you question me, boy!” he snapped. “Respect your father!”  

To his shock, Jasper recovered and stood his ground. “How can I respect you when all you do is lash out like this?” he retorted fiercely, fire in his eyes. “There’s a reason why Chester and I hardly come to visit anymore!” 

Ajax gaped, momentarily stunned, but his wrath flared up again with explosive heat. “It’s because I’ve been cursed with weak sons who consort with humans!” he spat viciously. 

“Why do you hate humans so much anyways?” Jasper yelled back. “That war was hundreds of years ago! Chester’s new girlfriend had nothing to do with it! Get over it already, sheesh!” 

“They ruined my life!” Ajax screamed, his face turning livid. He slammed his fist down on some nearby furniture for emphasis. “They killed my father! They took everything from me!” He couldn’t bring himself to speak of the tiny princess he’d lost, who had died such a gruesome death at his own hands. He couldn’t bear it. 

“My entire family was slaughtered,” his wife interjected, her voice soft with sadness. Ajax felt her delicate hands intertwine his thick hairy arm.  

“Gwen...” He softened as he turned to hold her against him. Her head rested against his broad chest. She was small for a giantess, small when compared to him. She reminded him, vaguely, of someone else he once knew, though he would never admit it to her. Despite marrying her, a shameful part of him had never moved on from his first love. He tightened his arms around her. 

“Jasper,” she continued, turning to her son, “Dating a human is folly. They are wretched creatures, every last one. They may seem harmless with their size, but they are treacherous at heart. And in the end, they are not fit to coexist with us.” 

Jasper sighed and rubbed his aching shoulder, where a bruise was starting to form. “Look, I think Chester is a little touched in the head for falling in love with a human, but can you at least give her a chance? She’s a sweet girl, really. You might like her.” Ajax grunted with disgust and stomped off into the other room.  

His mother huffed. “Alright. Bring them in,” she agreed, with obvious reluctance.  

Ajax stayed in the other room, struggling to contain his out-of-control emotions. He vacillated between ire and grief, indignation and guilt. He never truly forgave himself for eating his miniature lover, nor did he accept her death. He’d never spoken of her to anyone after all these centuries, not even his current wife. He blamed humans for all the things that had gone wrong, but deep down he knew he was just as responsible, and he couldn’t bear the burden of his shame. The fact that his foolish son was now following in his footsteps, doomed to suffer the same lamentable fate and hardships, brought him fresh pain. Humans and giants were proven to be incompatible; Ajax knew things wouldn’t end well. 

He listened to the conversation in the other room, as Chester introduced his new girlfriend Jackie to his mother. “Mother, you’re being rude. I love her. If you can’t respect that we are going to leave now,” Chester proclaimed. Ajax was surprised to hear Chester stand up for himself for once—and for his tiny girl. His impassioned tone, so different from his usual meek attitude around his parents, underscored the depth of his tender feelings. 

“You really mean that?” Ajax questioned, stepping into the doorway. He lumbered over to his son. 

Chester didn’t waver, glaring proudly up at his huge father. “Yes. With all my heart.” 

“Let me see her,” Ajax insisted, holding out his giant hand. Both Chester and his mini girlfriend turned white as paper. “I won’t harm her. Give her to me.” He flexed his fingers with impatience. Chester looked down at the human in his hand, who seemed about ready to vomit but nodded with determination. His eyes reflected anxiety as he reluctantly relinquished her to his father. She crawled from Chester’s hand, big and soft and warm, to Ajax’s even larger, rougher hand. 

Ajax hadn’t held a human without the intention to hurt or eat it in a long time. She was so small in comparison to his palm, her weight inconsequential. He could feel her fragile, diminutive body trembling with fear as her wide eyes stared up at him. His heart beat harder, pounding his ribcage painfully, as he was reminded of his old flame, his precious little princess. He carefully raised her up to eye so he could see her better. 

He expected Jackie to cringe or cower in response to his steady gaze, but she didn’t falter. She was obviously terrified, based on the tension in her body and her incontinent shaking, but she maintained eye contact in defiance of her own fright. Ajax was impressed by her courage in his presence; he was fully aware how terrifying his hulking mass was to humans. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk as he watched her expression harden with determined ferocity, which looked silly on such a trivial, wee creature. He chuckled, which seemed to catch her off guard as her minute eyebrows raised in surprise. 

Ajax’s mirth faded as he thought of more serious topics. “Do you know why I hate humans?” he asked her. She could only shake her head, too scared to talk. “They took my eye from me,” he explained, pointing to his eyepatch, “and they took my home away. What do you think about that?” Ajax felt the fury inside him waxing, to the point where he was tempted to close his thick fingers around the woman and crush her. He couldn’t even comprehensively vocalize his more severe grievances. 

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” the tiny woman piped up, finally speaking to him directly. “And it’s tragic the way things turned out. My hope is that giants and humans could live together in harmony. I’m in love with your son, and I want to stay with him here, in the Land of Giants.” Ajax blinked, surprised by her eloquence. He stared down at her with a stern gaze, as if trying to see through her. Even so, her words resonated with him. They painted a dream that was long dead in his heart, but one he could understand, and reminded him of a younger, naive, lovesick version of himself. He could almost imagine his little princess saying a similar phrase to his own parents. 

The hard stone walls he built up inside him fragmented along the edges. He grunted and allowed Jackie to return to the safety of her giant boyfriend’s hands. Chester cupped her lovingly to his chest, concealing her from view. “Let’s eat dinner,” Ajax proclaimed, and headed into the dining room, with everyone following behind. 

He wasn’t sure what to think anymore, as they all sat around the table and ate dinner. He replayed events in his head as he thought about the distant past, tearing open his scars into bloody wounds anew. He avoided looking at the human, except for sneaking glances at her every once in a while. He missed his little princess, enough to where he wanted to cry as he recalled that he was responsible for her death, by eating her alive. The crop of fresh guilt that corroded his soul resulted in a knee-jerk bloom of hatred and anger as he settled back into his broken feedback loop that he used to cope with his agony. He couldn’t escape as his emotions swirled in familiar patterns, regret and rage and abhorrence, rising in frequency and intensity.   

A jealous part of him harbored resentment towards the couple. They had what he had so badly wanted, what he could never have due to his lamentable loss of control. He figured that Chester would eventually succumb to his urges and fatally devour his lover, as he did, but somehow the unconventional couple defied the odds, and the miniature woman survived and even thrived as the years passed. This fact irritated Ajax, in an irrational and petty way. Despite moments of tenderness, Ajax always found a new reason to dislike the human, whether it be that she couldn’t continue his bloodline, or when she miraculously had a child with Chester, that his hybrid grandson turned out pathetic and small. He just couldn’t move on from his past and his trauma, even as he poisoned his young grandson with his own toxic ideology. 

In the end, it wasn’t Chester or Jackie that he warmed up to, but his grandson Hunter. Despite the taint of his human blood, he grew into a big strong giant whom Ajax felt he could be proud of. He saw in Hunter his own pain and suffering and rage, and commiserated with him. He even told Hunter the tales of his past, stories he never related to anyone else. After all these years, he opened up about his love affair with the tiny princess. By bonding with his own flesh and blood, he was finally able to recover and heal. He could break the cycle and be whole again. 

Thanks for reading to the end! If you enjoyed this story, I have a lot more here that you can check out: Writing Masterpost

I have a new story in the works as well that I'm very excited for, chapters will begin releasing on Thursday!

[theodoraflowerday]

heartstopper s3e3 live episode reaction

omg the beginning of this episode with nick like the first episode of the past two seasons w charlie

THE RUGBY LADS

DARCY WEARING PANTS AAAAAAAA

bro it makes me *so* happy that imogen is now hanging out with the girls too like yeah babygirl get yourself a nice group of friends

NAOMI AND FELIX!!!!!!!!!

NATHAN AND YOUSSEF I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

JSKFJSKFJSKGJDKGK MS SINGH LMAO

she's so right I want them to be engaged by breaktime let them get married please

NO KISS? HUG FIRST

my lil baby boys who LOVE EACH OTHER!!!!!! THEY SAID ILY!!!!!!!!

oh they're just. full on making out then. huh.

i love how you can see the progression of their relationship, physicality wise. like that's two people who will be going at it raw and nasty in a few episodes

they're holding hands under the desk I want them to die

THIS ISN'T MR AJAYI'S HIPPIE CLASS KSKFKSLFKSLFKSLFIDLGUDOGI that's ur future husband

oh nick's following the whole plan he made with auntie diane I'm gonna sob

god charlie's making me so anxious idk how I'm gonna do it next episode

LNDLSKFLSFJSLFJ we get it elleargentupdates

TAO'S IG BIO NAKDOSIFOSIFLSJFSLIDLGIDOGK HE REALLY WAS SHORTER IN HIS PREVIOUS LIFE IM DYING

but also "you two need to get a life" same isaac

LMAO HE WALKED IN ON NATHAN AND YOUSSEF SKFJSKFJDK

oh

oh yeah the rules. the ocd. that's also massively important. oh lord

NICK

I THINK HE'S DATING MR FAROUK KSJFISJFISFJODFJDKFU ok gossips

oh nick's not gonna gossip is he

ok, trying to mentally prepare for this

oh okay that wasn't bad thank god

oh he fell asleep :(

TAO COME ONNNNN

"I love you" "aw I love you too" I'm gonna rip my tits off perhaps

AW I WISH I HAD A BOYFRIEND HSKFJSKFJDKFJ ME TOO JAMES not the boyfriend part, the general feeling of loneliness part

JAMES NO LMAOOOOOOOO someone save isaac from all these allos

ARE YOU AROMANTIC oh my god james I could KISS YOU

im not used to hearing the word "aromantic" so many times it's really starting to feel overwhelming

oh is the wrapping a compulsion? I see it

also friendly reminder that I would kill a man for victoria spring

tori's older sister magic working overtime huh

bro if one (1) nicktori scene has me in *shambles* idk how I'm gonna cope during this winter

✨FRIENDSHIP✨

IT'S LIKE A MINI CHARLIE AAAAAA

oh oh OH OH OH IMOGEN AND SAHAR

SEEMS A BIT GAY TO ME LETS FUCKING *GOOOOOOOO*

time to reunite the meddling gays? please? for me?

I LIVE for established relationship narlie please god let us keep this energy

darcy questioning being called a "lady" oh I am getting fed from EVERY angle this season

tao no

TAO DONT

OH FUCK

lmao not [imogen humming nonchalantly] jskgjdkgjdkgj me

IM NOT APOLOGIZING YEAH WELL I'M NOT APOLOGIZING EITHER COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL

I love that imogen can just be like "oh yeah I used to be into nick" with her whole friend group that includes nick and the love of nick's life

sahar we GET IT you don't wanna hear about imogen's boyfriends we get it

LITTLE PLANE omg

elle calling tao out on his bullshit is so good we love elle

god. will gao is a national treasure

THEYRE *NOT* HAVING THIS CONVERSATION OVER FISH

oh my god nick should grow up and be a therapist honestly

UH ME AND SAHAR AREN'T A COUPLE - BUT WHO SAID WE WERE

MAYBE STOP ACTING LIKE A COUPLE THEN?????

"I don't think we're talking about fish anymore" yeah honestly darcy we kinda got that

WHEN I FIRST REALIZED I LIKED CHARLIE I CRIED AT AN AM I GAY QUIZ NOIOIOSKFLSJFKSJFKSJFKDFJDKFKDLFKDLFKDLFK

NICK IS WESR TO GODKFLDKFOSOFLFKDLFKDLFKDLFLDLFK

oh he's tired, baby boy :(

god tao I love you but you come on SO STRONG sometimes oh my god

"cause he can barely talk to ME about it" bro 😭😭😭😭😭

HE GOT HIM A LEMUR PLUSHIE I WILL *KILL MYSELF*

those casual I love yous are going to destroy me

YOU LIKE MY SMELL?????

oh that was absurdly precious

"oh wow it's wrapped very neatly" haha yeah..... about That........

I KNEW the sneak peek cut right before nick said "I love you" I KNEW IT oh my god

bro if they say ily one more time I might genuinely end it all

oh

yeah, speaking about ending it all

god

god if they don't shower them with awards after this I'm gonna petrol bomb every academy

Oh he's gonna read it

HE'S GONNA READ IT NO I WASN'T COUNTING ON THAT

oh well

that was a thousand times worse than I anticipated

like, a MILLION times worse than I anticipated

oh my god

and it's only gonna get worse I can't deal with this

[crackmori]

𓆟 - 𓆟 = ?

"No 𓆟? I guess??"

"That reminds me of this one time where I ate a bunch of raw fish and threw up once a day for a week. Nobody found out, though. I'm just great at stuff like that."

"hero, you what."

"Yeah, I'm just really good at keeping secrets. Absolutely no-one found out!"

"no, i- why did you eat a bunch of raw fish."

"... The bears. They challenged me. I had to assert my non-existent dominance!"

"the BEARS???"

you mean the bears from sweethearts castle?

"It wasn't bears. I remembered that wrong, whoops! It was actually that elder sprout mole in town who challenged me!!"

Oh elder sprout! He's still better than you :)

"Let me guess, elder sprout won the challenge?"

"I-... yeah.. It was kind of gross how much raw fish he ate in such little time.."

[noa-de-cajou]

Day 28 : Falling in love / primitive

Dream (the goddess) belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author

____

Love isn't a gentle thing.

It’s something that, if twisted enough, loses itself into violence. I witnessed that with my own eyes. The scars on my cheek remind me of it every day, should I forget. I don't know what love is if not violence.

I don't believe in love at first sight, either.

Yet love starts with the scratching.

I don’t understand how the elf and my sister got this close, this fast, but what does it matter? Soon enough, she'll be gone. Just like the others.

Or so I thought, because a month goes by. Then three. Nepheli’s still there. She even becomes the ship’s official doctor.

What on earth is Leonova thinking?

She’s useful, is the only explanation she gives when I raise my concerns.

Useful? No, she’s not.

She's in the way. Reckless and stubborn and stupidly hopeful and I have to be there to make sure she doesn't get herself killed. I need to keep her safe. Or Leo will have my head.

So I'm the one using my corrupted form to fight until I collapse.

Either I'm brought back and then I'll keep enduring it all, or no one reaches me in time and it’s probably for the better.

I open my eyes. I’m back.

The one staring at me is not Leo. It's her. Covered in sweat and blood and grime and looking relieved. She brought me back. I didn't think someone other than my sister could.

I don't understand why she would do this. Everyone is afraid of what I could do to them in this form. No one wants to touch me when I'm corrupted. No one. And I was hoping it would stay that way. She should have left me there. She shouldn’t have brought me back. She… gets closer to my face and she looks like she’s going to cry or slap me or both.

Don't you dare look at me like that.

Then I hear it.

The scratching.

Barely noticeable. Like nails on wood.

I ignore it.

She’s always the one who revives me after battle now. She hates it, I can tell, but I'm not going to complain. A doctor must do their job, after all.

But she doesn’t just do her job. Every time, she stays with me until the corruption is healed. She makes sure I'm comfortable, never leaves my side before I’m back to normal.

And every time, the scratching gets a little louder.

When I teach her how to swim and she looks at the stars and asks all the right questions and my answers come as easy as breathing.

Scratching, peeling at something, frenetically.

When I sit next to her at dinner and she's fiddling with her fish and picking out the parts she doesn’t like. It’s kind of endearing to watch.

Scratching, trying to feel the sun, hungering for it.

When she goes out at night to do little dances on the deck because she can't sleep. She’s good, but I feel like this isn't something for other eyes to see, so I stay hidden. And I try not to stare.

Scratching, reaching out through the hole in the clouds, like a moth to a flame.

I always caught myself before stepping over the ledge before. I thought that's how it worked. That if I was careful enough, if I moved with caution, it could be avoided like you avoid a blade in battle.

But it can’t.

Because the blade is already there, right in the middle of your ribcage, the beast is already sleeping in the hole carved under your heart. With one eye open. Waiting. Scratching.

Until she’s next to me on the pier and we drank too much wine and her head’s on my shoulder and the scratching gets so loud and it finally breaks through and suddenly I understand why they say “fall” in love

Because the realization makes me topple over into myself, right into the thought

I’m in love with Ether.

And the feeling turns me into a raw wound.

It claws at my insides and bites my lungs and bangs against my ribs and stretches my stomach and itches the inside of my mouth like it's too big for my body to contain like it wants to unravel my skin and make it so that I'm nothing but a vulnerable exposed beating heart

But it doesn't want to attack

It wants to be taken care of

It wants to speak

It wants to be loved back

But it can't, it can't

It can’t be loved how it loves her

It shouldn't love her

And I hate it, the way it longs to touch her hair and hold her tight and take her hand and run far, far away from all of this, the way it yearns for her presence and how it wants to make her smile, the way it would do anything for her, not because it’s forced to but because it wants to and it burns, it burns

But she laughs and teases me and it feels like cool water and the beast calms down, it’s soothed, content, only I know it's going to tear me apart as soon as she’s gone.

Love isn’t gentle. But Ether is.

Only a kind person would cry this much upon the perfectly reasonable gesture that is stabbing me.

I take the scissors out. Blood spills out on the floor but the beast isn’t dead. It’s never scratched this strong. It's never cried this loud.

The only thing louder are the silent sobs wrecking Ether’s shoulders.

Run.

Please.

Don't go down with me.

And she does and she escaped and I hope a part of me left with her before I pass out.

But I wake up. Again. Leonova hurls profanities at me, for not stopping Ether, for going down so easily, that she thought me more loyal, I don’t even bat an eye.

We both know we didn’t deserve her.

The years after this are cold, lonely, just how they should be.

Until we get hurt and someone else arrives to help. Says she’s the goddess of Dreams. I thought a goddess would look less frail. I thought that if goddesses had a draconic form, it wouldn’t be this small and adorable.

My sister avoids her, all the more reason for me to spend time with her. She’s nice to be around. It feels nice to talk to somebody that isn’t a prison wall or a sister who's slowly going insane or the mediocre company in my own head.

She’s kind, and I missed kindness. She's warm, and I missed warmth.

I missed it. That's all.

…

There’s a tiny, scratching sound at the back of my head.

Like nails on wood.