#shes an author so she needs to have author thangs

[sleepsi]

glimpse of something im working on for my gworl

[-harmonytbh]

the wayward kind still love deep 

summary: Smoke returns to the Delta after years of war and silence, he seeks the woman he never stopped loving, but the past, both sweet and bitter, won’t let them move on without a fight. (angst, longing)

pairing: smoke x black plus sized!reader, platonic!stack x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of war, sexual tension and suggestive content. 

author's note: wow, I was not expecting all the positive feedback lol thank you to everyone who took the time to read, and I hope y’all like this next part <3

Part One

Part Two

“Hey, baby cakes,” Stack shouted as he ran across the yard at her, causing the chickens meandering around her feet to scatter in different directions. 

“Elias Moore, as I live and breathe!” She called back with laughter in her voice and a tear in her eye. When he reached her, he lifted her easily and spun them around a few times, pulling easy giggles from her lips. 

“Missed you gal,” he admitted, placing her back onto the Earth, “Lemme look atcha!” 

He took a dramatic step backward, still clutching her left hand turning her this way and that. Stack let out a low whistle, and she swatted playfully at his shoulder. 

Yup, he’s still Elias. 

She tipped her head quickly over his left shoulder to see if she could catch a glimpse of Smoke. They had left things…well. It was a bright new day in the delta, and she was determined to make the most of it. Elijah Moore be damned. Stack relayed tales from all over God’s big green world, enchanting her and also terrifying her. He told her stories of battles they’d fought, schemes they’d pulled, and to her great annoyance, all the many women he’d loved. Stack was a lot of man, and he definitely didn’t see kindness in sparing the women of the world a chance to have the Elias Moore experience. They chatted easily, swapping a pail of boiled peanuts back and forth as the afternoon stretched lazily into a sticky pink dusk. 

“How’s yo Ma an’ Pa?” He asked when they’d finally run out of new things to say. She smiled lightly and peered over at him. 

“Both good, went down to Natchez to see ‘bout my Aunt Nancy. She’s ole an’ ailin’ now, needs someone there tuh look after her evr’yday,” she said back, still turning her head looking for Smoke. She and Stack had been sitting on her porch for hours and aside from Cornbread and Therese, no one had stirred the gravel. 

“Where is—” 

“You outta know that better’n me baby doll. He left this mornin’ ‘fore sunrise an’ I ain’t seen em since,” Stack interrupted, tipping the mason jar of water she’d brought him to his lips. 

Her eyebrows furrowed as she wondered where in the hell Smoke could’ve been all damn day. They’d returned from their foray into the woods as the last of the golden sunrise peeked over the pines and said a terse and polite good day. She’d watched him march across the yard taking those slow and measured steps he was known for. Never in a hurry, never unsure. Strong, statuesque—Smoke. 

“Well, as much as I just looove yer company, I need tuh put somethin’ on my stomach sweet thang,” Elias said suddenly, rising from her porch steps and leaning down to kiss her cheek. 

“Now Elias Moore, ya know I would never let ya leave my house wit an empty belly. Set back down, I got some fresh catfish already marinating,” She smirked back, knowing he saw them when he went inside to fetch the water basin she was using to soak her feet. 

“I laid it on a little too thick, huh?” 

“As always, but I know you fulla mo’ shit than a Christmas turkey so I love ya all the same, Stack,” she giggled, patting her feet dry. 

“Gon’ home an’ wash up. See if you can find yer brother, and I expect both of ya here in bout an’ hour.” 

Through the webbing of her creaky screen door, she watched as Stack strutted toward their house, back tall and strong. Sinewy muscles moved with grace and whispered of a powerfully built and agile man. Clicking her tongue, she shook her head. One was enough trouble, but God had to go and make two of em just to show off. 

Back in her kitchen, she set to work getting all her fixings together for catfish po boys, something she’d learned to make from Titus. Speaking of Titus, he’d been eerily quiet today himself. Usually by now, he’d come by with a sweet word and something for her. A flower or a stone, sometimes fresh fruit. He was tender with her like that, a gentleman. But now there was Smoke. What they’d shared during the wee hours of the morning on the bank of her Papa’s creek wouldn’t leave her mind, though she willed it to. 

earlier that morning

“If only I was that lucky, baby.” 

Kissing her teeth, she reached down for a pole and began baiting her hook with ease. He’d taught her well all those years ago, had used his large warm hands to guide her movements while enveloping her body with a warmth that set her teenage sensibilities into a tailspin. As he watched her hook the worm and cast her line into the babbling creek, he remembered that day vividly. How she had peeked at him under her lashes as he mumbled instructions against the shell of her ear. This was in the before time. Before he had told her his true feelings, before he had made her a woman. 

“So, ya back for good, Elijah?” 

He loved the way she said his name. EE—LIE—JAH, like it was an incantation, like it was raw Mississippi honey dripping from her tongue. He didn’t really know how to answer her. He could say I’m back for as long as you’ll have me. He could say come with me away from all this and start over. 

“Mmm, can’t call it,” he said instead, casting his line downstream like he always did to avoid catching more fish than her. He loved to see the twinkle in her eye when she took the lead over him, hoisting fish after fish into her pail and grinning at him proudly. Deep down she knew he was letting her win, but she didn’t mind. Just wanted to see that proud way he gazed back at his pupil. 

“That sound like a Smoke answer if I’ve ever heard one,” she said back bitterly, tossing her line back out after tossing the wriggling catfish into her pail. 

“Stack wan’ stay. Said he tired of the north, missin’ home. Figured we come back here an’ see how it fits,” he shrugged, trying to pretend that that was the full truth of why they came back home. She grunted and shook her head, sending a whiff of jasmine, clove, and sweat his way. His body hummed. 

“Umm hmm. Stack,” She said back, not making eye contact with him. 

They stayed this way for a while, basking in the comfortable discomfort that had developed around them. So many questions left unaddressed, so much history charging the air they breathed. Neither chose to broach any of the myriad of subjects they would need to eventually face head-on. They both resigned to continue this familiar ritual of theirs: fishing and longing, yearning and earning. She stole a glance at him as he focused on the dark water flowing in front of them, studying the strong line of his jaw and the stiff way he clutched the fishing pole. 

“Loosen up,” she said quietly, lowering her line and ambling on shaky knees toward him. 

She wanted him, needed him really. When she reached him, she placed a shaky hand on his shoulder. Turning to gaze at her, his eyes clouded over with all that he couldn’t say but was deeply feeling. Naïve she may have been all those years ago before he left, but now, as a grown woman, she could see all of that in his eyes was real. It was raw. It would burn her up from the inside out if she let it. 

“Don’t tell me all those years in the city made ya lose ya touch, Lijah,” she chuckled, attempting to diffuse the tension, “Lemme show ya how it’s done, city boy.” 

She pried the fishing pole from his large hands and pretended not to notice the way they trembled. Stepping in front of him, she leaned back against the hard line of his chiseled body and sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist instinctively. His heart beat rapidly at her back, and she could feel every one of her nerve endings standing on end. But then again, she also felt a peace and comfort wash over her unlike anything she’d felt for the past seven years. Her body moved around restlessly on its own volition, causing her to come in contact with the rising tent in his pants more than a few times. 

“You gon’ kill me if ya keep fidgeting gal, I’m tryna be polite here,” he spoke into the crook of her neck before taking a deep inhale of her scent. 

“What if I don’t wan’ you to be, hmm?” 

present

“Hey, gal. I’m comin’ in, and I bought the ole man wit me,” she heard Stack call from the front porch, interrupting her reverie. 

“In the kitchen,” she called back sweetly, using the back of her hand to wipe cornmeal from her cheek and adjusting the dusty apron at her waist. Dammit to hell, she thought she’d have more time to get presentable before they came back. As promised, the men filled her tiny kitchen with their overwhelming presence before she could take two shaky breaths. 

“Ya got it smellin’ good in here, gal. I can’t wait to eat. I’m so hungry my stomach thinks my throat’s cut,” Stack exclaimed reaching at the food on the table. 

She popped his hand and pointed him toward the basin to clean his hands. He chuckled sheepishly and went around the corner to do a rushed job of it, no doubt. Smoke leaned sullenly against the door jamb watching as she moved easily around the kitchen preparing everyone’s plate and pretending she didn’t feel the heat of his gaze on her. 

“Ya look beautiful like this,” he finally said, kicking himself away from his spot and easing up behind her, “We can make this here an evr’yday thing if you’d seriously consider what I asked you this mornin’, baby.” 

“Smoke gone somewhere wit that, I haven’t changed my mind,” she grumbled, turning around to face him but not moving away from his embrace. His hands traced lazy circles at the base of her spine and damn her if she didn’t lean into em. The low smolder in her belly ignited into a wildfire of desire for this vexing man in front of her, and her eyes latched on to the perfect sight of his pouting bottom lip. 

“You ain’t give it enough thought!” 

“I don’t have to, the answer is still no,” she replied quickly, finally moving herself from his hold as Stack rounded the corner. He looking quizzically between the two of them easily noticing the shift in both their energies and deciding then and there that it was none of his goddamn business, especially if it would get between him and the steaming plate of food at his favorite seat at her table. 

“Alright mama, my mitts are clean, can I eat now?” Stack asked, pecking her on the cheek and flashing his damp hands at her. 

“Yes Elias, help ya self,” she giggled. 

They all sat down to eat, and they were transported back to the easy way they all used to be with each other before the sweet embrace of childhood fled, leaving them disoriented and disjointed with one another and themselves. Stories passed easily between them as they recounted the good old days spent cutting their teeth in the dusty roads of the delta.  It was comfortable. She’d forgotten how life with the twins around felt. How just being in their presence filled you with warmth and giddiness. For the first time in a long time, the loneliness was at bay, and she wished she could capture this moment forever. Later, she watched amused as they tidied the kitchen and peacocked for her attention, Stack more so just to get a rise out of Smoke. 

“Sweet thang, ion know why ya waste ya time with this ole coot anyway. Evr’ybody know the second model is better than the first,” Stack called out puffing out his chest and flexing his muscles proudly. 

“Yeah, keep on  talkin’ and I’ma knock ya so hard, you’ll see tomorrow today,” Smoke replied sending a dirty look in Stack’s direction. She laughed raucously, and the sound echoed from the walls and pierced Smoke’s heart. 

“Well well well, this must be the SmokeStack twins I’ve been hearing so much about,” a male voice called from the doorway. Smoke and Stack both reached to unholster their weapons, on high alert. Her eyes bucked as she turned toward the sound.

“Titus!” 

“An’ who in the hell is Titus?” Stack asked, watching her rise and walk toward the tall gentleman engulfing her kitchen entrance. She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and hugged him sweetly. Smoke shot daggers at them both, turning to Stack with pain, envy, and shock in his eyes. 

“Well, her fiancé of course.” 

[lyfeofbilly]

Old Thing Back

warnings: angst, angst, angst!

summary: due to riri's infidelity, the two of you have been divorced for months. what happens when unresolved feelings surface?

author's note: this was saurrrrrrr fun writing, maybe a LIL trifling but fun writing. i been thinking about this for a week before i actually wrote it. now i don't condone cheating or taking cheaters back but ya'll know i love angst! enjoy pretties.

taglist: @koffeesfancy @bubbleblowinggirl @pvnks0ul @solanaszn @onyxstones-world @blacksapphhicmaddonna

"You gotta be fucking kidding me bro!" frustration ran through you as your car refused to crank for the sixth time this week. You ran a hand down your face before grabbing your phone and pressing on the contact of the last person that you wanted to hear from, Riri. Although the two of you were recently divorced, the woman was a damn good mechanic, and spending an unfathomable amount of money on your vehicle was not appealing.

The phone rang once before she picked up, the sarcasm in her words irritating you further, "Oh so we back on speaking terms now?"

You sighed, God knows how much you'd rather sit naked on a hot grill than talk to her, but being stubborn wasn't going to fix your problems. "Ri I'm not in the mood for this right now, can you come look at my car real quick?"

"Damn I'm only of use if it's about your car, that's fucked up." The woman feigned hurt.

You rolled your eyes at the statement, letting her get all the jokes she had out now knowing you wouldn't be in the mood for banter when she arrived at your house. After a couple more seconds of silence she finally agreed to help you, "I'll be over, just give me fifteen minutes princess."

The line hung went dead and you cringed at the pet name she called you. If Riri had one thing it would be some nerve. As if her infidelity being the reason for the fall of your marriage wasn't enough, she would always find some way to try and weasel back into your good graces. The affair lasted for three months- with some woman who she had serviced before. You beat yourself up for months for not figuring it out sooner, not noticing before, but there were no signs to pick up on. You were still woken up to sweet kisses every morning, taken on dates often, and overall taken care of. She was still the same woman you married all those years ago.

What felt like an eternity your doorbell finally rang. Beyond the door stood Riri, cornrows draped down her back and shoulders while she sported her greased stained t-shirt and jeans that she worked in. A smirk was plastered across her face as she held up her toolbox, "You rang sweet thang?"

"Took you long enough!," you turned to head towards your garage. "What happened to fifteen minutes?"

The shorter woman kissed her teeth as she shut the door behind her and followed you, "Aight, maybe I got a lil' backtracked, no need to yell." As you two walked further into the house she took time to admire how the home you two once shared looked completely different. "Like what you did with the place too, you always had a thing for decoration."

When it came to settling the divorce, Riri agreed to you keeping the house. It was your absolute dream home. A two story, Victorian style house with a wrap around porch, and the biggest backyard. The day you two closed on it was a dream come true. When the affair was revealed to you, you had the nagging thought of them fooling around in the house you shared. No matter the amount of cleaning or reassurance Riri gave you that nothing happened between the walls of your home, you couldn't believe a word she said. Nine months and thousands of dollars later, the entire space was transformed. Carpet swapped for shiny hardwood floors, the wood for the kitchen cabinets and counters were changed, and every room had a fresh new layer of paint.

"I called you to look at my car, not my house."

She shrugged you off and began to do what she did best, immediately popping the hood. You took this time to go back inside and try to dead the strange sensation in your gut. There was no doubt in your mind that being in the same vicinity as Riri made your skin itch, but some part of you still felt safe in her presence. No matter how much you tried to shake it, there was still this longing feeling that lingered inside you.

An hour had passed before Riri strolled back in, covered in even more gunk that she arrived in, "It'll get you going, but c'mon ma, you gonna need a new car sooner than later."

She was right, the old jeep wrangler that you drove was on its last leg but you couldn't bring it in you to buy another one.

"I wish you would stop calling me that." You took time to glance at her attire, "And you dirty as hell, don't touch nothing."

She held her hands up in a defensive pose and chuckled, "Well can i at least shower here? I don't want all this oil on my car seats."

The question hung in your mind for a few minutes. Having Riri in your house wrecked your nerves enough, but deep inside you didn't want her to leave. You knew having her stay longer than her intended stay wouldn't be a smart decision at all. Alas, you allowed your once lifetime partner this one favor.

"Fine, but make it quick."

You sat at your vanity, finishing up your skincare routine when the door to your connected bathroom opened, revealing a half naked Riri. The big towel you gave her sat on her hips, giving you a clear view of her chiselled v-line. You couldn't lie, the sight was a heavenly one to say the least. Her braids that draped over her shoulders were now tied in a bun, and droplets of water dribbled down the valley of her breasts. The tattoo of your name that was placed just under her left one on display. Seeing it was a shock, after everything was settled you got yours lasered off. Eight sessions later and the tramp stamp that once said 'Rianna' was gone.

"Yes i still have it, you?" Riri's voice snapped you out of your trance.

"That tattoo is the least of my worries." You plainly stated.

A chuckle escaped the woman's lips, "So you still enjoy seeing me naked?"

You turned to face her, "Please don't flatter yourself, but if you must know, I got it removed months ago."

"That's crazy, I never wanted to get rid of mine."

You pursed your lips, "Yea, let me know you fucked another bitch with my name tatted on you, that's exactly what I wanna hear."

The idea of even getting matching tattoos was your idea, the placement however was Riri's. The two of you made the decision after one too many drinks on your honeymoon.

She started to dress in the old sweatpants and tank top that you let her borrow, "Aight I deserved that- that came out wrong."

"You deserve a lot actually."

"Like what?"

"My foot up yo' ass for starters." You snapped.

Throughout the divorce process you did your best to stay calm and graceful even though you had the right to lash out in every way possible. Resentment and anger festered in you for months as you never had a proper outlet for them. Thoughts of bleaching clothes, keying her car, and causing Riri physical harm crossed your mind plenty of times for a number of days. In the end, you could never bring yourself to act on them.

It grew quiet between you two, the tension in the air growing by the second. Riri stood in place, a guilty expression sprawled on her face. From the moment you found out about the wretched affair she tried her best to prove that it was a mistake. Constant calls and texts of her professing her love for you, flowers getting sent to your doorstep, and frequent attempts to try and smooth things over. If you let your heart take control of things, you would have taken her back. Every bone in your body so desperately wanted to pull her into your arms and believe that she meant it, believe that she regretted the choice she made.

"I was wrong, I know that but baby it was a mistake. You know I love y-"

You held your hand up, "Don't tell me that. Just don't." Your fists balled at your sides, the emotions that you never wanted to display in front of her threatening to spill over. "You don't.....you don't get to cheat on me and tell me you love me. Dead that shit right now."

Riri ran a hand down her face, her eyes meeting yours. Deep down she was sorry, and she beat herself up about it every day. "I do though."

Tears began to well up in your eyes. Your skin grew hot with anger and embarrassment. The emotions you were feeling felt like a whirlwind stirring inside of you. "You so full of shit. You dont cheat on people you love Rianna."

And there they were, the salty drops that you tried to hold back finally cascaded down your cheeks. The lump in your throat grew as sobs filled the room. At the moment you didn't care about being vulnerable, or seen as weak.

"We were together for six years! We made vows, bought a fucking house together!" Your voice cracked as more tears fell, "H-how.....how could you do this to me? I fucking hate you!"

Riri stood in silence, the outburst you were having hit her like a truck. Your feelings never went farther than your journal. All the obscenities, yearning for her, and blaming yourself for her infidelity. The guilt she was feeling made her stomach knot up, seeing you just standing in front of her bawling your eyes out made her feel terrible. "I know you do baby, I know you do."

Without skipping a beat, Riri took you into her arms, engulfing you in a warm embrace. It felt so familiar, so warm, as much as you wanted to resist you couldn't do anything more but melt into her arms. Your head rested on her shoulder letting the tears hit her skin. The moment made you feel so nostalgic, and you couldn't muster up the strength to snatch away.

"I hate how I still miss you, how much I feel safe in your stupid arms." You choked out, lifting your gaze to meet hers, "I hate how much I still love you." You never thought you'd see the day that you would ever admit that you still loved Riri. The thought ate at you inside, racked your brain every way to Sunday trying to figure out how and why those feelings were still there.

Riri's thumb swiped across your cheek, wiping away the stray tears that wet your face. Neither one of you were sure of a way to properly respond to your newfound confession. You'd put on this tough facade for so long, resisting any and everything that could put you in a position like this with her again, but here you were.

"We both still love each other, why can't we try again?"

"I wanted.....I wanted to take you back so bad Rianna." You bit your lip hesitantly, "But I knew if you did it once you'd do it again."

Riri took your chin in her hand and brought your face closer to hers, "Well forget allat for a second, what's your heart telling you?"

Your faces got closer and closer, lips centimeters from brushing one anothers. Your body grew hot all over, the pit that formed in your stomach was a sinkhole by now. And as much as you wanted- needed to feel her lips just one more time.

"Ri I can't promise what'll happen if you kiss me." Her lips got even closer before you put a hand to her chest, stopping her. "But what I can promise is that I won't let you hurt me like this again. You need to leave."

The look of hurt and disappointment that flashed across her face did satisfy you a bit, but you knew going through with it would open an entirely new door of confusion and disappointment yet again. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth as she nodded, understanding your sentiment. She loosened her grip on you and collected her things before heading towards the door, but not without taking one more glance at you. A desperate glow filled her eyes, almost as if she wanted to tell you one more thing. As the front door shut and the headlights of her car faded off into the distance, you couldn't help but think about what being with her again would feel like.

[baurbiediv]

we’ll be alright

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

summary: following the aftermath of you and jj’s upsetting breakup, he’s determined to set everything straight and have you back by his side, but what you feel isn’t the same way jj feels, but he’s not ready to let you go, not yet.

pairing: jj maybank x ex!gf reader

warning(s): language, mention of cheating, jj still being very painfully stupid and painfully in love with reader, fluff if you squint, takes place in s3 (switched some things around for the usual outer banks theme)

authors note: long overdue & possibly the longest fic i’ve ever written?? + it’s been a bittersweet road down this ‘hate to be lame’ series, i’m so glad you all enjoyed it as much as i did, without further ado, let’s wrap this thang up!!

authors note ²: italics represent flashbacks, bolded italics represent emphasized words, somewhat based off fine line by harry styles

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

the humid wind of the outer banks had been blowing softly against your skin, the faint light of the setting sun could be seen vividly as you sat on the creaky old porch steps of the chateau.

the entirety of the pogues had been teetering on the edge of completely falling apart, with john b and sarah’s relationship was on the rocks, then you and jj being no longer together.

the entire friend group was crashing down on each other, you’d grown distant from them when it was first revealed that you’d parted ways with the blond boy.

nobody would’ve ever seen it coming, the two of you tried immensely to salvage what remnants of your relationship that was left, but it didn’t work.

ultimately, you both split your ways. for a while the pogues had no clue what was going on, they thought you needed some time for yourself for personal reasons, until, jj had told them the truth.

-

“i hate to tell you guys like this, but me and y/n are uh .. we’re not together anymore. it was kind of a ‘mutual’ agreement between the both of us.” jj said, twirling his thumbs around each other, he couldn’t bring himself to see the looks on his friends faces, the gut wrenching sensation of silence was heavy and thick in the air.

“wait, jayj, you’re being serious?” sarah asked him as she leaned against the old wooden door of the porch, she thought it was some sick joke at first, but the look jj gave her, the hint of worry became very obvious on her face.

jj just simply nodded, “come on, you guys have been through so much, we can’t lose y/n and we can’t lose you either jj.” pope now replied, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder in an attempt to console him.

“no, pope, you don’t understand how badly i fucked this up.” jj spoke up as he moved away from his friend, john b was past worried at this point.

“enough of these cryptic ass messages jj, what did you do?” john b pressed him, knowing this was obviously a fragile subject for his friend to be talking about.

cleo noticed the change in jj’s physical appearance, he sat upright from his previous slouched position.

“i cheated on y/n .. with kiara.” he spoke lowly, kiara’s figure caved in as she looked down at the porch floor.

the looks on the rest of the pogues faces just as similar to the others.

“wow jj, way to go.” cleo clapped sarcastically, pope and kiara both shot her a glare.

“look i don’t know why you’re giving me that look, you’re just as guilty kiara. you knew that was wrong.” cleo bit back at the two before crossing her arms.

-

“with the way he keeps looking, his eyes might just literally fall out of his face.” cleo said as she peeked back at the boy who’d been playing volleyball past however many minutes.

you simply shrugged, not wanting to mention anything about the boy you’d had past relations with. it wasn’t that jj was a bad guy, he just made one really bad mistake that caused him to lose the thing that he loved the most; you.

at some point in time, you’d thought about forgiving him, but at what cost? on that exact night, jj and kiara had known exactly what they were doing.

“i know it still feels weird for you to be around them, you’ll come around eventually.” she added before slinging an arm around your shoulders, you smiled at the gesture.

“i know i know, it’s a bittersweet feeling when it comes to him. he treated me well, but he kissed my alleged best friend and she couldn’t even tell me.” you exhaled, cleo nodded.

“i get it girl, trust me, it’s not something easy to get over, but i know you well enough to see you get over this like it’s nothing.” cleo chimed in, she was right, no matter how much your heart yearned for him deep down, you couldn’t put yourself in a position to be where you once were.

“thank you cleo, i really do mean it. thank you for not letting me go crazy.” you laughed as you looked over at her.

“if i let you go crazy, then we all go crazy,” she cheesed, “now come here!” she said before engulfing you in a tight and comforting hug.

the two of you pulled away from the hug and walked back to the makeshift volleyball net that john b and pope had made.

“hey! we got dibs next!” cleo yelled to everyone else, john b and sarah smiled seeing the both of you come into view.

“y’all ready to get your asses beat?” sarah spoke as the ball rested between her arm and her side. cleo and you gave each other a look before turning your gazes back over to sarah.

“when was the last time you beat this duo in volleyball?” you spoke up, pope smiled as he chimed in, “literally never.”

you clapped at his words as you and cleo walked up to the net, “heads we serve, tails you serve!” sarah smiled, pope pulled out a coin from his pocket as he flipped it, heads.

“oh come on that’s gotta be rigged in someway.” you said out loud groaning and throwing your hands up in the air. sarah shook her head, “don’t hate the ref! hate the game!”

the blonde said as she laughed and tossed the ball back to john b, who was ready to serve the ball. you watched as the ball was tossed up into the air and made it’s way to your side, you set the ball up as cleo spiked it, which smacked john b directly in his eye.

your hands clamped over your mouth and so did cleo’s as you looked at each other in an attempt to stifle your laughter, pope’s giggling could be heard loudly and so could sarah’s.

the brunet boys body laid on the ground dramatically, you and pope collectively sent a look so each other as you helped john b up off the ground and helped him into the chateau.

you could feel jj’s eyes burning a hole in your back but you refused to acknowledge it as you focused on your best friends attention.

“has anyone ever told you how dramatic you are john b?” you yelled from the kitchen finding him an ice pack, the question was followed by a groan and ‘no but thanks for telling me.’

you patted his shoulder before leaving the house with pope, “that was a nasty spike cleo.”

“hey hey, maybe if he put his hands up he wouldn’t have gotten hit!”

-

the next morning rolled around, you woke up on the couch next to sarah, you couldn’t recognize the feeling of the light blue fuzzy blanket or where it had come from but you were thankful for it as the light morning breeze had flown in through the slightly cracked window.

the sound of the fridge door closing snapped you out of your thoughts, to your dismay it was one of the last people to wanted to talk to, jj.

his bedhead was very prominent, yet the only thing you could focus on the way his sharktooth necklace that rested oh-so delicately on his chest.

you remembered the fabricated lie he told you about how he got it when you first met him.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he said without looking your way. you rolled your eyes before sitting up and rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, “please shut up, you cheat-“, john b emerged from his room at almost the perfect time, cutting you off.

“please put your claws away, it’s boat day and i don’t want to hear you two bickering all day.” he mumbled, walking past jj.

you smacked your lips together, “well he started it! -“, john b turned towards you, “and i don’t wanna hear it.”

jj snickered behind his friend as the brunet turned to his friend, “cut it out jj.” the blond threw his hands up to his sides as if he was the innocent one.

you got up from your spot on the couch as you made your rounds to wake everyone up and to your surprise it was easy. you walked out the chateau and down the old porch steps with sarah and cleo laughing about who knows what. john b & pope followed behind with kie and jj.

“you know you wouldn’t be able to ignore her forever. right?” pope said loud enough for only for the four of them to hear which made both kie and jj stop in their tracks and turn around.

“look i know but it’s gonna take some time for me to y’know, say something..”kie mumbled, kicking the dirt. john b looked at jj for an answer, to which he got no reply.

“jj, y/n really loved you and you loved her, and for you to sit here and not say anything is kinda crazy considering you cried day and night when you lost her.”

this had the boy shaking his head and shoving his finger into his friends chest. “you don’t get to bring that up jb. it’s not your place and you know that.”

the stomach churning feeling of guilt and broken trust was heavy in between the four of them. “guys let’s go!” you yelled out from the dock already loaded up on the hms pogue, you waved to the others.

“think about what was said.” pope spoke up before leaving to the boat.

-

boat days were truthfully some of the best days you’d had. being out on the water with the some of the people you love loved. the sound of your screams and laughter along with the sounds of sarah, john b, cleo, and pope’s laughter could be heard throughout the marsh.

jj’s eyes followed your every move, it’s almost as if he was jealous of the way your smile shined brightly when you weren’t around him, his heart crumbled at almost the way you looked when you weren’t smiling his way.

the boy didn’t know why he was acting like this, he felt himself spiraling. being in love with someone was never a thing that crossed his until he met you.

a hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts, he looked over to see a concerned kiara, “you okay?” she said, almost in a whisper.

the boy shrugged as he turned back around and rubbed his hands across his face.

“you can’t act like you hate her forever j. pope and jb were right, and i know it’s hypocritical of me to say that.” she said, the boy sighed deeply and kiara frowned, “you can act mad all you want but you know deep down that you still love that girl. we all know it, i’ve got my rounds of apologizing to do and so do you. so get to it.”

the brunette girl said before patting his shoulder and jumping out of the boat into the water to join everyone else.

“this is gonna be a long night.” he groaned.

-

the group all piled into the cat’s ass as you prepared for a night of what is hoped to be filled with fun. just about everyone had been on their 2nd or 3rd drink of the night and it had been made clear that someone would wake up with a real bad hangover the next morning.

you sat with sarah while giggling over the boys who huddled together and where swaying side to side. “what are the odds that pope’s the drunkest right now? 1 through 5.” cleo says holding up cups of fruit punch and hands them out, kiara right by her side.

“4.” you blurt out.

“3.” sarah says, taking a sip from her cup.

kiara laughs as pope turns around, his leg poked out to the side and his hands right on his hips, following a look of ‘i did not just hear that’. you looked at the boy, but you couldn’t tell if he was actually offended or just simply being dramatic.

the boys made their way over to the cat’s ass and they all slip in with no ease. you were mid conversation with sarah before you felt splashes of water and an arm brush against your back.

obviously, you’d had your back turned to the foreign body but you already knew who it was. sarah could see the visible change in your face when she recognized who it was.

“hi y/nnnnn.” the boy slurred as he rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. the water from the hot tub now going cold.

you send sarah a look of help, her lips spread into a thin line as she mouthed you a ‘good luck’, knowing she’d have to deal with john b. everyone had left the cat’s ass at this point, just leaving just you and jj.

knowing you couldn’t ignore him forever, you put on your big girl panties and suck it up. “hi jj.” you said, you had felt like your mind was truly running a mile a minute.

it would short circuit as you thought of the multitude of things that could come out of his mouth in this exact moment.

“has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” he murmurs before the tip of his nose lightly digs into your shoulder.

drunk words are sober thoughts, or so they say.

“yeah i have actually, by this blond kid, i know pretty well.” you sigh as jj huffs somewhat very loudly. your eyebrow raised at the sudden change of the boy’s mood, “can he fight?” jj questioned.

the laugh that erupted from your mouth was unexpected and loud, you quickly put your hands up in defense. “woah maybank,” you said before standing up and setting your drink down, “time to wind down now.”

you leaned down slightly to help the boy out of the hot tub, his arms reached up to grab at your waist once again just to pull you down into his lap, his grip on you tight and keeping you grounded in his lap.

“don’t leave.” he whispers, your hands wrapped lazily around his neck, you felt guilty.

you told yourself many times you’d stay away from this for the benefit of your own good.

his head leaned further into your chest, your hand planting itself in his hair, smoothly running your nails across his scalp lightly.

“i’m not leaving j, i promise,” you sighed and placed your chin on the top of his. “now, let’s get you in the house and to bed, safely.” you said, making sure to put emphasis on safely.

the worst thing that could happen now would be one of the pogues spotting you and jj going into his room. by the looks of it, the living room lights had been turned off, which meant that it was lights out, everyone was asleep.

jj followed behind you languidly, his heavy footsteps quieter than usual. getting past the front door was the easiest part, getting him to the bedroom was the more difficult task of this all.

the creaky floor boards made your presence well known had anyone in the house been up. jj looked over his shoulder, kiara on one end of the couch fast asleep, pope & cleo asleep together on the other end of the couch, wrapped up in that same stupid light blue fuzzy blanket.

your footsteps hurried their way to jj’s bedroom, you closed the door. you had to forcibly sit the blond down on the bed, after quietly arguing with him over you staying in the room, you knew full and well you’d be out the room the minute he was out cold.

you’d walked into the bathroom and grabbed a clean rag, you ran some warm water under it and brought it back to jj. he was sprawled out on the bed, one hand on his chest and the other out and to the side of him.

you sat down next to him and wiped his face, he immediately moved his head. you obnoxiously rolled your eyes and grabbed his face, causing you to now turn your body.

“it’s not even cold!” you whisper shouted and continued to wipe his face as quick as you could before he started whining again. his hand lazily made its way to your thigh, his hands on his rough, just like they had been when you first got together.

you set the towel aside on the nightstand, your hands softly cupped jj’s face and your thumb softly moved back and forth over his cheek, you noticed as we that had been slowly healing for quite some time now, it wasn’t the time to ask, nor was it your place.

the feeling of his hand was still very real and warm on your thigh, every minute that passes by almost feels too good to be true.

“y’know i’m sorry, right?” he says as his eyes look directly yours, this was probably the first time you’d gotten anywhere close to an apology from jj, and it could be the last one and you’d much rather get this apology now than when he is when he’ll be sober.

“i know you are j, i know.” you tell him but he slightly shakes his head.

“no, seriously y/n, i fucked up big time, you know it, i know it, and so does the whole group.” he finally admits, to him it feels like a weights been lifted off his shoulders.

“i really wanna make things right with you, can we, y’know try again? me and you?” he questioned and you smiled.

“i’ll think about it j, until then please get some sleep, yeah?” you momentarily hesitated before pressing a soft kiss against his lips as his hands inch his way back to your hips.

you softly pull away before sitting up, “goodnight maybank.”

“g’night y/l/n.”

you smiled and got up to leave the room, closing the room behind you, what a night.

-

“you’ve got to be fucking serious right?” you nearly scream, you’ve never wanted to pummel your fists into someone’s face more.

john b waiting to hold you back at any moment. “y/n, it’s not really that big of a deal!” kiara yelled back at you. to make things clear, it was that big of a deal, you thought that after the moment you and jj had last night, he’d stick to his words.

“you’re real untrustworthy kiara, that was real grimy of you.” the words came out of your mouth not giving a second thought.

so let’s do a quick little run down; last night kiara snuck in his room just hours after she’d made sure you were asleep, turns out, they had actually fucked.

only way you found that out was the poorly covered burgundy mark right on her neck, it hadn’t been that difficult to put the clues together.

you looked at jj and shoved your hands into his chest, causing him to stumble back a little. “thank you for showing me that it costs you nothing to do better jj.” the disheveled blond clearly didn’t think this ‘elaborate plan’ would’ve actually worked, it was the stupidest fucking fool-proofed plan known ever.

you shoved him again, “do you get off to making me look stupid? is that fucking it?” you spat, jj groaned, and in an attempt to stop you from shoving him.

“will you please just listen to me. i can explain.” his hands grabbed your arms and this only pisses you off even more.

you did your best and fought to get out his grip, “i don’t want to listen to or hear another word that comes out of your mouth because everything that comes out is a lie.” you felt like you could physically feel your throat start to close up, the dam in your eyes broke and the tears flooded like there was no tomorrow.

john b couldn’t stand there and watch one of his best friends break down like this, so he gestured over sarah and cleo as they took you to the twinkie and got you inside.

sarah hopped into the driver’s seat as she pulled off, you should’ve known better than to trust what jj says. yet here you stand, the same place you stood when he first broke your trust, it was way too good to be true.

the love gods were definitely not on your side and wouldn’t be on your side any time soon, what did you even do for them to not like you? who knows.

you don’t know when the van tatted moving but you sure were notified when it came to a screeching halt as you were launched into the back of the passenger seat face first, the loud thud made your impact known, hearing gasps from the two girls who sat in front of you, they quickly turned around as they saw you laid out on the twinkie floor.

“y/n, holy shit! are you okay?!” sarah said as she got out and rushed over to the other side and opened the door. you groaned and sat up, rubbing your face, a poor attempt to get rid of the pain, which only made it worse.

you looked up at cleo and sarah who were giving you a ‘ouch’ kind of look, “how bad is it?” you sighed.

“bad.” they both replied.

-

you walked along the streets of the mainland, holding a bag of frozen peas to the side of your face.

“y/n i’m really really sorry.” sarah said, the guilt wavering in her voice.

you laughed, “sarah, i promise you it’s okay. it’s probably gotta be the highlight of my day!” if cleo and sarah hadn’t known you as well as they did, then they’d definitely thought that you were insane.

you saw the looks on their faces, “guys please don’t. you’re doing that thing you guys do when you know what i’m thinking about.” you frowned and sat on a nearby bench, dropping the peas into your lap.

the girls plopping down on either side of you, “i feel so incredibly stupid.” you spoke as tears dropped down onto the fabric of your jeans.

both girls hugged you, words would’ve never been wrong express how thankful you are for them.

“you’re an incredibly strong girl y/n, you don’t need him to be happy. your first job is to prioritize yourself over anyone else’s needs.”

sarah told you, you nodded as cleo’s hand came up to your face and wiped your tears away, “we wouldn’t sit here and tell you it’s true if it wasn’t.” cleo told you and you nodded.

“what would i do without you guys.” you said you pulled them into a tight hug.

“you know we got your back forever girl.” cleo says.

once you made it back to the chateau, the three of you got out the twinkie uncontrollably like a bunch of kids. in the distance you could smell the bonfire, “guys oh my god i could really go for some s’mores right now!” sarah said as she patted her belly which made you and cleo both laugh at the same time as the three of you walked over to the billowing smoke and found john b and pope sitting on a log.

“what’s going on here?” cleo asked, the boys turned around, looking like they’d been through it all.

“my god what the hell happened to you guys? where’s kiara and jj?” sarah asked, examining jb’s face for any bruises, only to find a small scratch just above his eyebrow.

you mentally rolled your eyes at the slight mention of both kiara and jj’s names, you quite honestly wanted nothing to do with them.

if timing couldn’t have been any worse, the roaring sound of a bike engine catches everyone’s attention forcing them to completely turn around in unison, who else to make an entrance like that other than the infamous jj.

“oh you’ve seriously got to be fucking kidding me.” pope groans in annoyance and throws his hands up in the air before getting up. jj takes his helmet off before tossing it to the ground and getting off his bike, turning the engine off.

jj eagerly makes his way to where you all are and stops in his tracks, he was messing with his knuckles or possibly punched something or someone, his knuckles were battered and bloody.

“and where the hell have you been!” pope exclaimed, seeing pope this angry was something out of the ordinary for you. the blond was at a lost for words, this time he look like he’d truly been hurt by someone or something.

“let me tell you something about yourself man, i get it none of us are perfect, but the way you flipped out on me and jb? not cool man, not fucking cool. and you know it too.”

pope said, you could feel the anger radiating off of him. you could visibly observe how much of a nervous wreck jj was in this moment. “hold on pope, something’s off, real off.” you spoke up, not sure if you should speak behalf.

“what’s going on with you jj?” you said, his eyes were full of worry. he knows that he’s messed up and he himself isn’t sure if his friends, the people he needs and loves the most will ever forgive him.

“i got into some shit with my dad a-and we fought-“ the slam of a car door grabbed everyone’s attention and whipped towards the sound, it was kiara, hopping out her car and towards the rest of you.

before anything else she saw jj’s face as her face dropped. her hands came up to his face, the rest of you watched in confusion, you rolled as you walked away, refusing to see the couple in front of you.

your life truly couldn’t have gotten worse in those last few minutes.

-

your legs dangled over the dock as you watched the moonlight hit the water. looking out, you could barely see anything within 20 feet of you.

the wind carried a cold breeze that brought goosebumps across your arms. suddenly you heard footsteps to the side of you, jj.

you groaned out loud and got up, “no! please y/n, sit, please.” he begged, you shook your head and put a hand in front of you, he could see that you were tired, physically and emotionally.

“i don’t want another apology from you jj, every time you promise me something it goes way left. the other night sealed it all, no one else took care of you but me. why do you keep doing this to me? what did i do? you hurt me on levels no one could ever imagine.”

the feeling before you cry all too familiar, the sudden lump in your throat and the salty tears that overflow your waterline.

“y/n, please-“ he tried to hold your hand but you pulled away.

“you never loved me, you enjoyed being seen with me. i’ve seen the way you look at kiara, i really hope that you treat her the way you should treat someone.” you looked at him and he was the one shaking his head.

“you gotta believe me when i say i’m trying y/n, you know what i’m going through. it’s tough for me and i’m trying to manage my life around it, i couldn’t image my life without you in it.” he said as he grabbed both of your hands, the hands you found your solace in, now feeling unfamiliar to you.

you inhaled deeply, your breath shaky and tears uncontrollable, “i want to believe that jj, i really do. i can’t continue to put myself in a position where i continue to be hurt over and over again. be with someone who will be able to love you unconditionally.”

the tremble in your voice was painfully clear and heartbreaking to not only you, but jj.

you smiled as jj’s thumb lightly swiped across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear, your eyes were watery beyond relief, and so were his.

you would’ve given this boy the world, had he only given you the chance to. providing the best for each other was the only way that you and jj could have a healthy relationship with each other.

you took a deep breath and slipped away from his touch, you smiled at him before walking away to prevent any more tears that would slip out.

jj watched as you walked away from the dock and into the chateau, yet of course, he’d eventually find himself crying.

of course you’d still be around, he just wouldn’t get the chance to hold you on the colder nights, falling down a rabbit hole of endless deep conversations. he would never be able to fall in love with you all over again.

he didn’t expect for any of this to happen, the only one that he ever really loved. the girl he thought he would spend the rest of his life with, the memories and all the love they’d given each other, slipping right through his fingers.

the world was crashing down on the two, they knew that they would be better off without each other.

oh how they wished time could rewind and they could redo everything, but this was the best for them.

it would forever be y/n & jj.

“we’ll be alright.”

[the-owl-tree]

oh my god frostpaw and sunbeam should really tell nightheart to fucking shove it. "oh you poor sweet special (not firestar special) boy : ( : ( : ( your horrible stupid mommy is so evil to you you clearly suffered so much : ( : ( : (" when berryheart actively abuses her kit in front of people, in BROAD DAYLIGHT and curlfeather instigated a political coup and manipulated frostpaw her entire life. and she's so dumb for honoring the name your dead father picked out!! teehee aren't women so fucking stupid. names can't possibly have any other meanings outside of surface level. I bet you though had the narration been sparkpelt didn't name nightheart flamekit and gave it to finchlight instead it would have been "my evil abusive mom neglects me because she thinks I'm not special enough (and finchlight is evil of course) and because I'm not orange like firestar I'll never be important 🥺🥺🥺 sobs" only of course then the resolution that firestar himself would come down from starclan to tell him he IS special, the specialist boy in the whole world actually!! and his stupid mom and sister are so wrong for not seeing it uwu. or some other dumb bullshit. sparkpelt realistically would not give af about nightheart changing his name because of firestar. she'd care because that's the last moment she had with larksong. piece of shit ass hairball. I wish finchlight was the pov character watching nightheart make an ass of himself so we could have a full she-cat main cast and SOMEONE was allowed to criticize this dick without being villainized

if Sunbeam wasn't constantly thinking about Nightheart, I'd almost have some hope she'll be the one to go "your family has been nothing but kind to me. give them a chance" but if they're still trying to get me to thinking not being orange is a Very Serious Thang so i highly doubt it'll happen

and blease....i wish finchlight was the pov, we need to break this curse the new authors have going on it's getting beyond evil at this point

[vermilionstarlight]

i dont really know much abt the characters youre crazy abt so feel free to answer for ANYONEEEEE even tho itll probably be the freak from books

26, 24, 23, 19, 14

26. What's something the character has done you can't get over? Be it something funny, bad, good, serious, whatever?

Kitty (from my terrible guy book) started and maintained a magical plague, because his divine mission at the time was to CURE the plague in a city. BUT, his best and only friend (basically the only person with hope for Kitty to become a better person) was in the city at the time. So, not wanting to be separated, he maintained a disastrous plague that killed the majority of the population, including some of the best friends of the aforementioned guy. The guy (Moleman) drove himself to the bone trying to cure the plague, treat the victims, and eventually manage the city while increasingly ignoring his needs. He was driven to the breaking point. I love it.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Hannah from Bioshifter is a little Kitty-coded <3 she's got a different thang going on where she's like body horror turning into a bug girl AND ON TOP OF THAT while she sleeps irl she lives a second life in a unique sorta fantasy world wherein she gets deeply traumatized. She never gets to rest, she's explicitly doomed by the narrative, she's being sexually and emotionally abused by a basically omnipotent goddess, she's miserable and fucks up half of the situations she gets in, she's suicidal, and GOD I love her.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

I love when the author posts art that highlights his freakishness and inhumanity. He came into hell already falling apart and being alone and barely surviving for so so so long pushed him to breaking. It's always so fun to read Palt's prose when the perspective shifts from Kitty. Kitty sees himself as just a kinda normal guy, maybe a bit socially awkward and gangly, but otherwise just a guy. Every time you see him from the pov of someone else, it's terrifying. He's so silent and just stares at you with those big yellow eyes and picks at his skin awkwardly with his razor sharp nail-claws and he's literally 0% body fat and kept running by magic and his limbs are blackened from lack of oxygen because his heart doesn't beat and he will casually eat his own limbs to regenerate or cut someone open or. He's a whirlwind when he fights and he's a terrifying unnatural freak. I love him. Cringe is dead anyways. He's so over-the-top terrible to the point of incredulity. But Palt pulls it off SO FUCKING WELL. It's so fun to read. It's played straight he's not framed as cool. He's disgusting and miserable and a terrible person. He's lonely and barely scraping by and never living. Just surviving. His hair is greasy, years unwashed, uncut, and unkempt. His limbs are black from oxygen deprivation and his skin is pallid and cold and he's rake thin and barely clothed except for makeshift pelts. He's petulant and pathetic and a big fucking loser.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

On a writing level? None. On an emotional level? Kitty and Simel. It could have turned out so much better, but I don't think there was any other way it could have gone. If only. The tortured king.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Chronically depressed caveman chic.

[spinnerofhope]

Plotting (October)

ENA (Here!)

FAITH +1: She tries her best to not get angry ever and stay in a constantly calm state of mind so would be interesting to see her forced to be angry. Also this is definitely not good for her mental health. Teehee. The problems and issues. [TAKEN: N/A]

AUTHORITY +1: Yayyy a fun puzzle for Ena to enjoy. How lovely. How fun !!! She is having fun :| Can't you tell? [TAKEN: N/A]

ANY +1 [TAKEN: Ryoma]

KURTH ( @goldoanheart )

AUTHORITY +1: Oh thank god somewhere Kurth can actually use the braincells rattling around like peas in his skull. I think he's actually pretty good at puzzles and escape rooms and shit, so feel free to take him up as the smart friend [TAKEN: N/A]

ANY +1 (Willing to do up to three times): Oh god. Child Kurth was menace. Absolutely awful child. Horrendous little being. Biter, tries to run away constantly, definitely needs to be put on the child leash. Either a muse who has been left as an adult can try to rein him in or he can be playing with another muse who has been childified. [TAKEN: Dheginsea, N/A, N/A]

NASIR ( @yukyunotabibito )

FAITH +1: Could be interesting as he usually tries to keep his cool, but honestly if you've ever seen him start a real rant, you would know he doesn't actually succeed at that all too well. Preferably this prompt would be with someone he's met here at the academy, but hasn't seen beyond the veils of his persona yet. I just want someone to see him fly into a blind rage and be surprised. Thank you <3 [TAKEN: N/A]

AUTHORITY +1: Too bad Ena isn't here, she's the really smart one in the family. Alas, you will be stuck with Nasir. Who doesn't seem to show any interest in escaping within the time limit? Huh. Perhaps you can convince him? [TAKEN: N/A]

ANY +1: I do like Kanoesa's idea of making them face their childhood selves as adults. Especially since child Nasir isn't jaded yet, there's still hope in that thang. I'd like to take this up with a muse who similarly changed greatly from their child self, and is far from what the kid would expect. (Willing to do up to three times) [TAKEN: Elffin, Kagetsu, N/A]

[soupsopsoap]

Ok, Epsode Five, Season One, My Hero Academia, Part Three, No More Charts, No More Graphs, I Am Finally Free, Lets Do This Thang

Seems getting no rescue points is uncommon, at least in the higher rankings

Seems attacking the 0p robot is uncommon, like ever

OH BOY SONG!!!!!

2.5/.5 stars, I love this song

STOP ITS SO MUCH BLOOD PLEASE RETIRRRRRRRRE

Boy, these two are so good at keeping secrets, if I wasn't in on it, I wouldnt even know this guy is all might

HIGH FIVE!!!!

"I couldn't tell the school I know you, but also I outlined our entire relationship in the video the school had me make to tell you you were accepted." ok all might, *hes going senile in his old age, hope he retires soon...*

Yeah, why does he get to be a teacher? Does UA not require any teaching credentials?

Wait do the other teachers have teaching credentials?

man, wish i had a tail

MY GUY DONT TRANSFORM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BEACH?? YOUR SECRET IDENTITY???

yep there it is, discovered right away

So does mom know about the quirk or what? How in the know is she?

Yeah he is cool, thanks mom

NUMBERS NUMBERSNUMBERS!!!!

10,800 PEOPLE APPLIED????

Googled how many children in Japan are 14, got a number for 14 and under, which came out to 14 mil. So around 1 million 14 year olds live in Japan, meaning just about 1 percent of all students from Japan applied. That would mean approximately one percent of Japanese middle schoolers want to be pro heroes. Given the number of students in Midoriya and Bakugo's class who wanted to be heroes (all of them) we can either assume there is some sort of regional variation, or the author is bad at math.

I need to eat dinner now.

Im back why does he picture cpwwtkam and Bully boy like that.

bully boy calls people side characters,,, i do that,,,, uh moving on,,,,,,,,,

sureeee cpwwtkam he figured it out

bully boy your nit wHHOODKX IDS THIS MAN

well thats all i have to say about this episode.

why did they let thiss guy be a teacher

how are they going to orient themselves with no orientation???

YOUCANT JUST THREATEN TO EXPEL THE STUDEMTN WHO DOES THE WORRST YOU CANT JUDGE STUDENTS BASED ON THEIR RELATION TO THEIR PEERS ESPECIALLY WHEN DOING AA BASE ASSESMENT WITH STUDENTS WHO JUST GRADUTEAD DIFGFERENT SCHOOLS ALL ACCROSS THE COUNTRY WHY WHAT IS THIS GUY QUALIFIED IS ANYONE HERE QUALIFIED HE CANT JUST EXPELL SOMEONE BASED OFF OF A PHISICAL EXAM DAY ONE WHAT

who let this guy teach he looks like hes going to kill someone

why does she run like thayt Uraraka who taught you how to run girl what

what dooeia s he mean a microwave why is all might coughing uop so much blood im dying

WHAT DO YOU MEN HE CN JUST EA}ASTRAEAWDKF KPWJJOKFGRIFJDOK

you cant just erase someones quirk thats not how it works stop HE DIDNT EVEN EAT ANY HAIR?? If every other quirk based quirk exept on for all doesnt envole eating hair im going to be so mad

MY GUY YOU ARE THE TEACHER YOU NEED TO TEACH HIM NOT TO DIE< WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???? ITS BEEN CLEARLY STATED THAT USING QUIRKS IN PUBLIC IS ILLEGAL, FOR ALL YOU KNOW THE REASON HE CANT USE IT IS BECAUSE HES THE ONLY ONE FOLLOWING THE LAW, MY GUY IS THE FIRST THING YOU WANT TO TEACH YOUR NEW STUDENTS IS THAT ITS OK TO BREAK THE LAW?????

i guess thats better....

it is pretty smart

ok, end of the episode. umm, not sure why they let this guy teach but uhhhhh, at least he seems happy with Midoriya? I think? ummm,mmm,m,,,,,,,, bye

[felikatze]

in Ys 9: Monstrum Nox, Adol gets arrested by Romun authorities (yes this entire series takes place in fantasy europe circa the Roman Empire, and it's not explored in depth because Adol simply doesn't care about it). He breaks out of jail with the help of an old man, a fork, and his own great lockpicking skills he learned from his bestie.

In the sewers underneath the prison, during his escape, he meets a goth lady. Her name is Aprilis. She shoots him in the chest, which gives him superpowers.

But alas, the superpowers are ALSO A CURSE!! now he can't leave the city which fuckin Blows for him cuz he loves explorin. So now he joins the Monstrums, a squad of people who all got shot and turned goth by Aprilis, to defeat monsters in the metaverse Grimwald.

As Monstrum he is given the title of Crimson King, and he looks like this

when his regular outfit in this game is.

this.

ALSO NOTE. APRILIS LITERALLY ALSO TURNED HIS SWORD GOTH. THAT THANG USED TO BE A REGULAR IRON SWORD. its inventory name changes to "Gothic Sword" and it's funny as shit

crimson king my beloved. i have cried over the plotline in this game. the best way i can describe it is "the opposite of kingom hearts 2 (affectionate)"

however whenever i talk about monstrum nox i need to preface i love this thing dearly but chapter 1 sucks so fucking bad. chapter 1 is an absolute shitshow of a plot and i need it gone. the rest of the game is fine though i just really hate chapter 1.

Feli what have you done to my dash. Who is this red haired anime boy

[jarofstyles]

Cozy

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If there was one word she would use to to describe Harry, it was Cozy.

Y/N had never met someone who was so… soft. So warm in her life. He radiated the heat and comfort that a fireplace did on a snowy winters day. It made a lot of sense, considering where they lived.

Harry thought better in the woods. Being a writer, it was easier to keep his mind at ease when he was mostly alone. He had tried a plethora of places to try and write. Coffee shops worked out alright at first but the smell of coffee was too tempting and it messed with his stomach. The park was beautiful but one too many footballs to the head made him rethink it. It was a step in the right direction, though. Nature seemed to soothe his racing mind and have him be able to focus on the words he was writing versus the thoughts swirling around his head.

It had been trial and terror but somehow, he had managed to write his first number one best seller when he spent a month in a cabin in a mountain town. The inspiration never seemed to dry up, and it prompted him to take the generous earnings he made from the freelance writing he did on the side to buy his own cabin, not too far away.

It was this beautiful town he was eternally grateful for. It’s his oasis, his home, and where he met his lover.

Y/N had been a beautiful surprise packaged in a hairdressing apron. He had let his locks get overgrown being holed up while he wrote. It was to the point that his mother told him she would fly out to take scissors to his head if he didn’t go and get it done as soon as he could, which resulted in Harry taking his cell phone and searching the nearest salon.

It landed upon Sweet Thang. A smaller, up and coming salon in the little ski town he now resided in. The reviews looked fantastic, his mop needed a trim desperately, and it was only 10 minutes down the mountain. So he hopped in his truck and got down to thee town, finding a space on the street and headed into the salon, only to get the surprise of his life.

Y/N was immediately someone who he wanted. He was blown away with just how soothing her voice was, how she had managed to knock him out of his quiet, reserved space he usually got into when writing and made him want to talk. Which he did. Harry chatted and laughed with the pretty hairdresser with magic hands and the ability to relax him with her voice and a simple head massage. He had never clicked with someone so quickly in his life, which led to him asking her on a date after the best haircut of his life.

A year later, he was deeply in love, moved to the same little town they met and writing his 3rd best seller (fingers crossed) while he waited for her to come back home. Sitting in their dining room, his laptop sat on the oak table while the snow fell on the growing blanket, inches piling up soon. The man had woken up after she left with a kiss to his forehead and decided to work in their brightly lit common area today, needing the slight change of scenery. He moved about the house depending on the mood of the scenes he was writing.

His ears perked up as he heard the garage door mechanics pulling up, alerted to the fact his soon to be wife was now home. They’d moved fast, sure, but Harry didn’t have a single doubt. Their first date, he knew she would be his. Of course it was probably a bit of the romantic in him, he was a fucking writer after all, but he adored her. Worshipped the ground the woman walked on. He stood from the chair, stretching his back and winching at the cracks before making his way to the kettle. Every day she went to work, he made sure to have the kettle going when she arrived home from work. Her post day ritual of her herbal teas was adopted by him, taking down two mugs as his body giddily waited for her to walk inside.

“Honey, I’m hoooome.”

The sweet voice brought a grin to his face, leaning his ass against the counter as he watched her plop her snowy boots on the weather tray and hang her tote bag on the hooks harry had installed after he had tripped on her totes one too many times. Considering he stayed home most of the time, he was usually the one to work on the house. She was on her feet all day anyways.

“There y’are, mt gorgeous girl.” His voice traveled to her as her socked feet padded over to his tall frame. Immediately, she sank into his warm embrace, snuggling into the soft sweater he had put on to keep the chill out. He always chose the coziest things, but especially because of this moment. The time of day she would come home in the winter and seek out his heat, his comfort. A soft hiss left his teeth as he stroked her cold hair, pulling her closer as he kissed the top of her head.

“Freezing’ out there, isn’t it? Even just putting stuff away in the garage got you all frosty.” He sighed, not liking her being cold at all. Harry kept the fire stoked all day, taking breaks for his own brain to feed the fire and mess around so the house was toasty for his love to come home to. He had never felt such a compulsion to take care of someone before Y/N. Now it was a pleasure, second nature.

“Mhm. But I knew you’d have it feeling good at home.” She got on her toe, giving a peck to his lips before burying her face into his neck. Her cold nose made him wince but he didn’t pull away, instead enjoyed how she rubbed it back and forth on the heated skin, Y/N knew how creepy it sounded but she never felt close enough. Part of her wanted to crawl under his sweater and simply listen to his heart and feel his hands run up and dow her back for the rest of time.

“Made sure the fire was on all day. I’ll have to chop some wood tomorrow, though. Tea water is on for now,, wasn’t sure if you’d want jasmine, chamomile or mint.” She usually switched between the three while harry settled with his standard.

“Thank you, my angel.” Y/N sighed against his neck, kissing delicately over the vein there. “I can see you’re writing the softer stuff today.”

Harry had a series of predictable patterns. If he was writing lighter, softer things, it was in the brightly lit dinging room, open to the living room. Intimate scenes he wrote at the desk of their bedroom. More intense, dramatic scenes would be written in his home office. There was a space for everything. Outdoors in the summmer would be a wild card, though.

“Mhm. More world building. Dynamics forming. You know the same old.” He sighed, inhaling a deeper breath as she let her weight sag into him. He stroked over her back, going under her cardigan to the thin black tee shirt she had underneath. Y/N smelled like shampoo, the green apple and mint kind. It was his favorite thing, he thinks. “Made some muffins this morning for breakfast. And I’ve got pizza cooking in the oven now. Made the one with the peppers for me and your specialty one for you.” It had been a later day at ther salon as the holidays approached, and Harry tried not to complain. She had the whole week off starting now, and he knew her hands could use it.

“How’s your wrist?” Her wrist had been giving her some trouble lately with how much she moved them, Harry suspected some carpal tunnel. He knew all too well about it considering he had his bouts with it and typing. “Wear your brace today?”

A black bandage covered wrist escaped from behind him, raising up to show his eyes before going back behind him to cling to his solid form. “Yeah. Bothered me when I was using the scissors most but the brace helped. Don’t say I told you so.” She pepped, hiding her face in his shirt because yes. Harry had in fact told her so when she had been skeptical.

“I would never.” He smirked though, and she could feel it against the top of her head. “M’just glad it made it hurt less. Don’t like my girl in any pain. I remember how badly it can hurt. Remember? That’s why you showed me the wrist elevating mouse pad. Worked wonders for me. No shame. You’re working hard, but that’s why you’re getting your break now, hm?” He gently peeled her back so he could look at her face, polished fingers cupping her warming face. His glasses were on, a favorite yummy look of hers on him, stubble growing on his jaw. Harry looked delicious, if she did say so herself.

“Yeah.” She sighed, moving her hands to rest on his shoulders. “And that means you’ve got to take more breaks during the day to give me attention.” She blinked at him a few times, utterly serious. Harry could get into the zone and forget the house was bringing around him, so she wanted him to be aware.

“Of course. My favorite little distraction will be walking about. Probably in my sweaters because on top of being distracting, she’s a silly little thief.” He squeezed her cheeks together to make her lips pout, kissing them sweetly as she humphed in protest. “Plus, think I need a trim myself. So I hope you’re well versed in using kitchen scissors to cut-“

“Do not finish that sentence.” She placed a hand on his mouth. Her faux snarl melted when he kissed the palm over his lips, letting it move to scratch the stubble. “I like this. Keep it for a bit, for me. At least this week.” She felt it under her fingertips, moving back and forth on the texture of the hair on his chin and jaw. It was a personal favorite of hers, when he let it grow out just for her.

“Hmm. I can.” He smiled lazily, leaning his cheek into her touch. “But then I don’t want you complaining about carpet burn down there. Know your thighs are extra sensitive to it. I plan to spend all my free time there.” There was that mischievous glint in his eyes, but for once she was looking forward to said shenanigans. When they surrounded her pleasure, she truly couldn’t complain.

“Oh? Is that the type of week we’re having?” Manicured nails gripped his soft sweater, kicking a leg up behind her as she batted her lashes. Y/N looked ridiculous but he loved her, so he just laughed, pinching her hip lightly to make her cut it out. The little yelp was cut off with his mouth, successfully quieting her with a sweet kiss. Slightly obnoxious when he made a ‘mmmmm’ sound against them, making her want to giggle but refusing to pull away.

When she found an escape, a gasp was exaggerated at the extended kiss. “You tried to suffocate me!” The accusation held no weight, flopping right back on to his chest. Harry’s cheeks were slightly sore from the size of his smile. Moments like this, the domestic and cute were things he often dreamt about. Now he had his forever muse. The sole inspiration behind half of the feelings of love and yearning in his writing.

“I would apologize….” He trailed off, sneakily grabbing under her thighs and picking her up to set her ass on the counter. “But I am not sorry.”

The beep of the oven cut her off, Harry leaving her sitting on the island while she kicked her feet in protest.

It was something else. Watching his hand slip into the checkered oven mitt, sliding the pizza pans out of the over one by one and setting them on the counter to cool. The smell was incredible and her mouth was already watering, thinking about how good it had been last time. Harry was an incredible cook, especially with his spin offs to Pinterest recipes.

Watching him bop about the kitchen was somewhat arousing, too. Seeing his broad back as he picked things up, set them down, cut into things. Watching him pop a finger into his mouth to ‘clean it off’. The concentrated look on his face and the purse of his lips when he tried to get exact measurements. Y/N mourned the loss of that experience today. Damn work.

“Sexy little househusband.” She cooed, peeling her cardigan off and tossing it onto the nearby stool. He loved sitting her on the counter instead, and every time she tried fo ask why he would shush her. So rather than fight it, she accepted the inevitable. “Making me food when I get home, cleaning the house. It does things to a woman, y’know.” Twirling a strand of hair around her finger, she made a show of looking him up and down- because god damn, those pants did him some real service- and she giggled at the raised brow he gave her while he put the overhead fan on.

“Oh? You are something else.” He sighed, returning to her open thighs. His hand settled on her hip while the other grazed her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the opposite. “I’ll gladly be your sexy little househusband. As long as you let me write my books that sell millions of copies and sit in my chair while you do the head massage thing…”

He was so cute. Y/N had learned early on that her cause of death would probably be him.’ Harry being too cute’ plastered on her headstone. It was a nice way to go out, she thinks.

“Oh, you’re good.” She mumbled, taking each side of his face in her palms and squeezed a little to make his lips push out, kissing the wet pout. “Too good. I’m gonna give you such good head tonight. Mind blowing. Show stopping. Ridiculous. Pizza and being cute. Too much for me to handle.”

This made Harry perk up. Immediately. Of course it would- but he was particularly fond of her mouth. The things it could do and the words that came out of it. It was a never ending stream of love that flowed from him right to her, and it always felt matched. Reciprocated.

“There will not be a single complaint from me.” He said, slightly slurred because she had his lips squished with her hands on his cheeks. “Sounds good. Perfect? Actually. Let me block out my calendar. Next chapter can wait. Please.” He leaned forward and caught her lips again, the hands on her lover's cheeks loosening as he tugged her body to be flush against his. Indulging in a dirtier kiss, a hand straying to his hair and brushing it out of his face while he slipped under her tee shirt to feel the hot skin of her back again. Harry swore he would never get enough of this. Even in its simplicity, it was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

“Dork.” The word was mumbled against his lips, the buzzing feeling in the now slightly swollen flesh making her smile. “That was too sexy of a kiss. I need to eat some pizza and take a shower before any sort of intimacy happens. I smell like developer and shampoo.” She pushed his chest a little, making him sulk. Harry didn’t care either way, but he wanted her comfortable. Plus, in his mind, that meant she was going to put on sexy panties. Or none. He would love that.

“Fine. I need you fed and energized. The week break is going to be a lot of fun for us… so I need to make sure your in tip top shape. Especially if you’re going to be living with me inside of you. My beautiful girl…” he sighed, eyes taking in her face again. “Got spoiled rotten with you. Didn’t I?” The switch between dirty and sweet could give anyone else whiplash, but Y/N simply grinned.

“You did indeed. Now feed me and let me shower, househusband. Let me start this week off with a bang.” The woman didn’t even need to look up to know his mouth was open to retort something filthy. “And you should keep that mouth quiet if you want it to happen.”

Y/N didn’t hear a peep as she plated the pizza, smirking to herself all the while she heard the snap and crackle of a new record being put on.

She was home.

[waitmyturtles]

CW: MAJOR SPOILER ALERTS FOR THE MOVIE “THE PORNOGRAPHER: PLAYBACK.” LONG POST!

I feel like there’s been something humming in the wind lately around the franchise of The Novelist/The Pornographer. We’ve seen a cameo by the incomparable Izuka Kenta in Candy Color Paradox, Yoshida Munehiro is about to cameo in The End of the World, With You, and The Novelist’s Twitter account has been buzzing with news about new DVDs and theater showings of the last installment of the franchise, The Pornographer: Playback. Miki Koichiro, the screenwriter and director of the franchise, has TWO shows out at the moment, the aforementioned TEOTWWY, as well the sessy-sessy Raise de wa Chanto Shimasu, the three seasons of which I am dying to watch as soon as there’s a solidly bad season of QL sometime in the future (which seems like will never happen in my lifetime, bless all these amazing QLs for coming out every season!). Couple all of this with recent reviews of the OG Novelist and Mood Indigo series by the fabulous @gillianthecat (here) and @respectthepetty (here), and I was happily reminded of good times of watching all of these parts way way back when I first discovered QL/BL in 2019/20. 

When the amazing @lurkingshan commented on a stray thoughts post by @bengiyo that she had seen The Pornographer: Playback, I was VERY intrigued. With HUGE thanks and big ups to @lurkingshan, I watched it over the weekend, and here are my thoughts! I’m going to put up a break to keep y’all from getting spoiled if you want to avoid it.

First off, let’s make sure we know what all the installments are, and that we’ve watched what we’ve needed to get to the movie. We have:

1) 2018 -- The Novelist: the original meeting between student Kuzumi Haruhiko and adult author Kijima Rio

2) 2019 -- Mood Indigo: a prequel depicting the sexual engagements between Kijima Rio and his classmate, Kido Shirou 

3) 2021 -- The Pornographer: Spring Life: a very short vignette set 2 1/2 years after Kuzumi and Kijima first met. They’re now in a long-distance relationship, and Kuzumi visits Kijima in the countryside at Kijima’s sister’s house, where he’s living as he continues to write.

(The first three works are all available on Viki.)

So I was BEYOND THRILLED to get to watch the movie and see all of this wrap up. If most of y’all only watched up to Mood Indigo, you saw Kijima re-meet with Kuzumi. Kuzumi, at that time, was just becoming a successful employee in the advertising business. 

Spring Life hints that things are still going well for Kuzumi, and that he was looking forward to spending a summer break with his long-distance boyfriend. Most notably, the piece ends with Kuzumi jumping from honorifics, by asking Kijima if he (Kuzumi) could call Kijima “Rio-san,” which we know indicates intimacy. Kijima’s like, whatever you’d like, and the smile on Kuzumi’s face takes up the whole screen, it seems.

So then we finally get to The Pornographer: Playback, which begins during the same summer break. Continuing with the theme and mood that I like to call melosexual (the music alone of this franchise is SO INTENSE, let alone the heaty sex scenes), the guys head to a love hotel and do their thang. At the end of the night, as they’re getting dressed, Kijima finds a business card in Kuzumi’s wallet for a hostess club that Kuzumi is forced to go to with work colleagues. 

Without divulging a tremendous amount more about the plot at this moment, the movie is basically structured around the push-and-pull of Kijima’s inability to move authentically closer to people -- not just Kuzumi, but also his sister, who Kijima disappoints repeatedly by backing out of family events. 

Kijima’s essentially paralyzed by fear and insecurity that he is a terrible person -- one that is not worthy of love. His sister is so overwhelmingly angry about it that she essentially kicks him out of the house, and blames their mother for never calling him out on his namby-pamby bullshit (at least, that’s in her eyes). At another point in the movie, he frustrates Kuzumi so much that Kuzumi walks out on the relationship and heads back to Tokyo, a surprising move for the otherwise always-devoted younger companion. 

It takes a serious scolding by a hospitalized and flirtatious owner of a karaoke snack bar (you read that right) for Kijima to get his damn head back on straight and fight for his relationship with Kuzumi. (And, HILARIOUSLY, I was cackling -- in the process of this, Kijima has KIDO -- KIDO OF ALL PEOPLE -- call Kuzumi on Kijima’s behalf, to get Kuzumi to talk to Kijima to reconcile. KIJIMA used KIDO to call KUZUMI. Lord.)

Okay, so what I’m really getting at here is that the movie showed that the whole franchise was missing two KEY elements that the first three parts did not have: comedy and authentic emotional connection. There was actually a little comedy in this! Besides the whole Kido thing (which I’ll get back to in a minute), there were a couple of bumbling moments that were designed to elicit some lightness, mostly with the snack bar owner, a flighty gal with a lovely son who tries to hook up with takes Kijima under her wing.

About the other element: we FINALLY, FINALLY SAW KIJIMA SHOWING SOME EMOTION ABOUT SOMETHING. He really regretted letting things go to shit with Kuzumi. Kuzumi called Kijima out for wasting Kuzumi’s time to leave work in Tokyo and visit the countryside. Kuzumi felt like Kijima wasn’t taking him seriously, and was constantly pulling back. I mean -- Kijima was living away from Kuzumi.... for what, exactly? It’s not ever clearly explained. And Kuzumi got angry and left.

This is a great time to mention the excellent post by @emotionallychargedtowel on pursuer-distancer dyads, because the Kijima-Kuzumi push-and-pull in this movie perfectly defined this dyad dance. When Kuzumi got fed the fuck up and pulled way back -- Kijima finally stepped into his emotion and owned his desire to be with Kuzumi. 

Honestly, in the first three installments of this franchise -- I felt like Kijima really didn’t talk too much. I felt like he was far more defined by his brooding, his letting the winds take him to where he was at any given moment, ragingly sexual and lonely all at once. He simmered -- he was flinty, defensive, and used his sexual energy to dominate and burn the emotional energy all around himself. 

The movie showed a TOTALLY different side of him. To me, the movie showed that his relationship with Kuzumi, long distance as it was, HAD a softening impact on him -- even to the point that Kijima dropped everything he was up to in the countryside to head to Tokyo and fight for the relationship. Kijima needed to be rendered totally alone, one last time, to come to realize that the connection he had with Kuzumi was worth fighting for.

And, yes, in the process of it, he brought back Kido in the mix -- which was also seriously poignant. 

REALLY SERIOUS SPOILER HERE, y’all, especially if you love/hate/gaaahh that awful devil, Kido!

. . . . . .

Kido asks Kijima if they could have ever had the same kind of relationship as Kijima is fighting for with Kuzumi! AAAAAHHHH! AND! AND! KIJIMA SAYS, no way. We’re too similar.

WHICH IS TOTALLY TRUE! They’re both self-indulgent, selfish assholes! I mean, after that insane sex scene in Mood Indigo, Kido just fucking LEFT -- he just LEFT, and GOT MARRIED, and HAD A KID, and was like, peace the fuck out, I can’t actually be my honest queer self with you, Kijima, because I think that’s actually abnormal (oh, Kido, you internally messed up piece of shit, AAAHHH). 

Whereas, as beautifully analyzed in @respectthepetty‘s review, Kuzumi represents honesty and openness -- the kind of traits that Kijima doesn’t have, but is aspiring to, in order to be with Kuzumi. AAAHHH. 

I was seriously like, WHOA, WHAT AM I WATCHING HERE, at that moment. AND, AND? At the end of that scene? Kido wishes Kijima good luck. And says: “You better keep Kuzumi-kun. He’s a valuable asset.” Of course, what a Kido thing to say -- that humans are assets, commodities. But -- he sends Kijima off with good wishes. 

And then.

Kijima reunites with Kuzumi. He called Kuzumi by Kuzumi’s name, Haruhiko. AND -- holy shit, y’all, my mind was blown. He tells Kuzumi that he loves Kuzumi by saying ichiban aishiteru.

I tell you, I was FLOORED. All throughout the movie, I’m like, “dang, Kijima keeps talking and talking, and I just don’t remember him TALKING all that much before in the other three series.”

And then he DROPS the ichiban aishiteru! And I think BOTH me AND Kuzumi are BOTH LIKE, WHAT THE DAMN, DUDE!

I’ve spoiled a LOT, but I won’t say more after this, except to say the following:

The ending was one of the happiest, LOVELIEST endings of a drama/movie I’ve seen in QL. Oh. my. god. Talk about SATISFYING. EVERY. CHECKBOX. MARKED. Takezai Terunosuke and Izuka Kenta were MAGNIFICENT. I had SERIOUS tears. They got in everything -- they got the heat, they got in FAMILY, LOTS OF FAMILY, GORGEOUS shots, FEELINGS. ALL OF IT. 

@bengiyo made an excellent point recently in one of his reviews of TEOTWWY that it seems like Japan lately has only been doing high heat in stories about death. It’s an accurate point: all of the pieces of The Novelist came out well before TEOTWWY and Eternal Yesterday, the two most recent shows about death that had heaty elements. I kind of wonder about something. I wonder if other directors and screenwriters are like.... The Novelist did it the best. We can’t mess with that standard. 

Because -- Takezai’s and Izuka’s acting in those scenes is BEYOND EXCELLENT. It was NECESSARILY EXCELLENT to end this franchise on such a warm, happy, COMPLETE high note. 

Now that I can look back on all four parts of the whole franchise, what Miki Koichiro did for us by way of Kijima was to show the whole-scale growth of a man vis à vis love. This guy, Kijima -- a brilliant writer who was influenced by a sexually provocative teacher, someone who was left inexplicably behind by a tormented, internally homophobic lover/benefactor -- felt he was deserving of nothing. And then he found his something in Kuzumi. He nearly destroyed the relationship, multiple times. And as he fell and slipped while climbing the hill of happiness, he was able to get a stronger and stronger grip each time he tried harder. And he was supported by people around him, including family and random friends, to give him lift. 

This movie was a lot more straightforward than I had honestly expected. I 100% expected more of the melosexualness of the first three parts of the series. Instead, what I got was a WHOLESOME (I can’t believe I’m using that word, but it’s true!), complete, and uplifting story of a man finding his true happiness in his lover, his companion, his chosen family. All of it certainly laced with heat, for sure, but also very deep, very convincing love. 

It was utterly fabulous. It might be too emotional, maybe too family-oriented for some who preferred the dark heat of the previous installments. But Playback, in my eyes, was a perfect closing note for a man who honestly deserved happiness after the work, and the SELF-CHANGE he put in, to get love in the first place. If you are a fan of this whole series, and can get your hands on the movie, I beg you to watch it, even just for one of the best happy endings you’ll ever see in QLs.

[tloujm]

Part XXXI: Heart Shaped Box

Author’s Notes: I’m sorry for making you guys wait so long since the last installment. I recently looked at the date of my last post and I swear it didn’t feel like months ago. Like my most recent post explains, I still feel less motivated than I did when I first started this but I don’t feel forced to write this. I did just find some new/recreated content to go off of and inspire new posts, so that’s exciting! I’m sorry it’s not super long given the time between this and the last chapter. Regardless, whoever still likes this series or is new to it, I hope you all enjoy! PS: This takes place 1 1/2 days after the last chapter. 

Genre: Angsty fluff

Summary: Things come to a head when Tommy reveals to Joel that he knows about your situation. Joel is a little angry but mostly confused. You and he have a discussion and lay things out for the first time since he was rescued. 

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Tommy visited Joel the next morning. He was resting in bed while you were out getting food from the gardens to make dinner with. Tommy removed his ball cap and twisted the bill in his hands as he slowly approached his brother. He knew who he was, but he looked so different, so foreign, at the same time. He couldn’t imagine the things he saw while he was at that cannibal camp. He also couldn’t believe how lucky he was that Joel survived. 

“Quit bein’ all timid; I ain’t dead.” Joel spoke up.

“How ya feelin’?” Tommy asked.

“Ain’t nothin’ a night’s rest won’t help.” Joel casually answered.

“You already had a night’s rest.”

“Well, maybe one more will do the trick.”

“I let myself in; I hope that’s alright. I noticed (Y/N) ain’t here.”

“Yeah, she went on down to the gardens to pick up some thangs.” Tommy sat at the foot of the bed and hunched over.

“Need me to get anythin’ for you? A glass of water?” Tommy suggested.

The elder brother shook his head. “I don’t need anything I can’t get for myself, although (Y/N) has me on bed rest.” He chuckled. Despite looking a bit different, the familiar sound comforted Tommy.

“You and (Y/N) both need to start taking it easy. She’s the one who’s gonna need bed rest when she’s further along if she doesn’t get used to taking a load off now. Me and Maria are gonna come by more and help y’all out. She wanted to make it this mornin’ but had an emergency meeting. Said she’d stop by this evening though; bring a casserole or somethin’.” His voice faded off as he shrugged.

Joel’s brows furrowed. “What are you talkin’ about?”

Tommy looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Further along?” Joel repeated his words.

“Yeah, like when she’s in her third trimester. It’ll be harder for her to move around.”

“Is she pregnant?”

“Joel,” Tommy began, gazing at his brother intently. “I thought you knew.” His brother said nothing in response as his mind raced with thoughts. A wave of realization crossed Tommy’s face when the idea popped up in his head that you never even told Joel. He now questioned why Jesse would’ve known before the father of her own child. He wanted to know the answer just as much as his brother, but knew it wasn’t his place.

“She told you this?” His voice was soft.

“No, Jesse did. I haven’t had a chance to talk to her since last night when I brought her over from Jesse’s to come see you.”

“Wait, how did Jesse get involved in all this? She told him she’s pregnant? When was this?” His voice reflected the growing anger he felt.

Tommy explained as much as he could, starting with enlisting Jesse to go after you to the reason you chose to come back. He didn’t have much information; only what Jesse told him. He really wished that you would walk through the doors downstairs as if on cue and explain this to him. He understood that last night or even this morning was not a good time, but things were starting to get out of hand. Joel threw the blanket off and slid out of bed. Tommy watched as he got dressed. He tried to convince his older brother to wait for you to come back home and talk it out, but he continued to move around the room. 

Joel thought back to how you looked this morning before you left. You wore a baggy shirt and spent a long time in the bathroom. He didn’t think anything of it at the time. Given your choice of outfit, he wouldn’t have been able to see a bump. He couldn’t even pretend to guess how far along you were. He could only try to estimate based off of the times between your wedding night and the honeymoon; any earlier and he would have definitely noticed by now. 

He thought about what his brother said and decided to wait for you downstairs, but he soon grew restless. He forced himself to stay as long as he could, which was about five minutes, before he threw on his boots and left the house. He went to the gardens and walked through the marketplace, but you were not there. He thought that he might have just missed you and that you were on your way home, but he also thought about how he was closer to Jesse’s home than his at the moment. 

Joel banged on Jesse’s door. “Joel! I figured it’d be Tommy. Only the Miller brothers bang, not knock.” Jesse joked, standing in the doorway. Joel didn’t take lightly to his sense of humor. He pushed Jesse back into his house and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Why was my wife at your house?” Joel asked through his teeth.

“She didn’t want to be alone.” Jesse knew how what he said sounded and he didn’t care. He was enraged at the audacity that Joel would threaten him in his home.

Joel pushed him up against a wall. “What did you do to her?”

“We didn’t do anything. Not anything I know you’re thinking. I was here for her as a friend.”

“Then why did Tommy find her in your bed?”

“I wanted her to be comfortable. I slept on the couch! You’d probably throw me up against a wall if you found out I had her sleeping on the couch instead! Get off me!” Jesse pushed back and Joel released his grip.

“You didn’t touch her?” Joel asked as he calmed down. 

Jesse shook his head. “No. I wouldn’t do that.”

“Why did she tell you before me?”

“Tell me what?”

“That she’s pregnant!” Joel said as if it was obvious.

Jesse’s brows furrowed. “You didn’t know? When she told me, I assumed you already knew.” One of his hands raked through his hair. “I...I’m sorry, man. If it makes you feel better, she technically didn’t tell me. I guessed it. Tommy sent me to go find her and when I did, she got really sick. Couldn’t even hold down water and I just put two and two together. I had a pregnancy scare once with Kat, so I’m familiar with the signs.” Jesse put his hand on Joel’s shoulder. He flinched but didn’t reject the approach. “She’s scared, man. Scared of parenthood, but mostly scared of doing it without you. I probably shouldn’t have told her business like that to Tommy, but since I thought you knew, I figured he might too. I’m sure she just wanted to wait until you were better first before she told you.” Joel’s shoulders slumped as he listened to Jesse, the man he’s disliked since the two of you first got together. “Go talk to her, Joel.” All he did was nod before leaving back out the already open door. 

*******

“Joel!” You exclaimed. “What were you doing out of the house? You should be resting! I didn’t know where you were; I was about to go get Tommy.” You quickly walked up to him where he found you in the kitchen. His eyes focused on your belly as you approached him. His eyes only found yours once you closed the space between you two.

“I went out to find you.” He muttered.

“Well, I’m here now, love.” You cradled his head gently between your two palms. “Are you hungry?”

“No.” He said simply.

“If not, then let’s get you back to bed. Were you restless? I didn’t mean to be gone for so long. I’ll keep you company now, though.” Joel obliged, thinking that if you planned on staying in the room with him, he could ask you questions. He also didn’t want to work you up by going against your wishes of bedrest. He silently followed you up the stairs while keeping his hand in yours. Once in bed, his eyes stayed glued to yours. He waited until you got comfortable, hoping you’d start talking first.

“Got something to tell me, (Y/N)?” Joel began. 

After a long moment of silence, you finally spoke up. “Who told you?”

“It don’t matter who.”

You sighed in defeat. “I know.”

“I wanna hear it from you.”

You gave a slight shrug. “Joel, I’m pregnant.” It felt useless to say now, but you knew he needed to hear it.” He could no longer hold your gaze, instead looking down at his blanket covered legs. He only offered up a grunt and a tight lined grin. 

“I’m sorry, Joel.”

“Don’t be sorry, darlin’; I want this, you know.”

“I should have waited to take the test with you. You deserved to experience that moment too and I took that away from you. I was…just so curious and I just knew you and your team would be back soon enough. I figured I’d surprise you with the test as a sort of welcome back gift. In hindsight, I realize that was selfish and I should have waited—”

“You weren’t selfish.”

“Yes I was.”

“You felt off and wanted to know why; that’s fair. If you weren’t pregnant, it could have been something more serious and you’d want to know sooner rather than later.  (Y/N), it’s ok.” Joel looked back up at you again, meaning every word he spoke. 

“I didn’t think any of this was going to happen.”

“How could you?”

“I wanted you to be the first to know…” You continued to tell him that Ellie was with you when you found out and explained how Jesse accidently came to figure it out. “No one else knows though.”

“Tommy does and I wouldn’t blame him for sharing that with Maria.”

“How did he find out?”

“He’s the one that told me. He thought I knew already.” You sighed at his words, realizing how much you fumbled things. “Jesse told him, thinking that if I knew, Tommy would have too.”

“Fuck.”

“What’s done is done, (Y/N).” He reached out to hold your hand. 

“There just never seemed to be a good time to say something. I mean, you’ve only just got back from…believe me, I wanted to tell you, but everythings such a shit show right now. The attack affected the entire settlement. I just wanted you to heal and get better before anything else.”

“I am better, especially now.” He said. You offered him a smile though you knew he wasn’t 100%. “C’mere,” He gestured for you to scooch closer and lay next to him in bed. “Tell me about it, when you found out.”

You spent the next hour laying in his arms telling him about all the emotions that swirled throughout your entire body while you were waiting those long 3 minutes. He mostly stayed quiet and listened, gently squeezing your arm from time to time. You tried to give as vivid details as possible so he could at least pretend to have been there. You were happy that everything was out in the open now, but you couldn’t help but wonder what the future held.

[lovinkiri]

Okay hear me out but can I request nsfw hc’s of Bakugo, Dabi, Shinsou, and Kirishima reacting to their dummy thicc gf who just loves to cater to her bae and make him feel good (physically and emotionally)?

Sis has the curves for days. Ass like Megan Thee Stallion, Soft plump lips amazing for head and kissing, Thighs that are so soft, who needs pillows? Tiddies that tiddy, and wide hips perfect for gripping when her back is getting blown out. Does he want head? Her mouth is prepared and her hair is in a ponytail. Does he wanna eat her out? She got her super soaker kitty dripping on the spot. And does he just wanna bend her over the table for looking so cute in that skirt? Say less, cuz she’s already arching her back. Did he grab/smack her ass from behind? She’ll just giggle and greet him or ask if he wants something to eat while calling him “baby”.

Of course, she does enjoy comforting them when they need it, cooking them new recipes to try, massaging em when their body is sore from hero/villain work, and just letting them lay their head on her lap/tiddies as she runs her fingers in their hair and lets them chill there. I just wanna see these guys go ham on a baddie.

Baddie At Home

Author's Thoughts: You went in and i'm feelin it boo! I see you, and I gotchu 😌 this ask just screams 🎶Shawty a lil baddie, she my little boo thang🎶

Warning: Smut, Oral (Giving and receiving), Spanking, Cursing, Dirty talk, etc.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki l o v e s to show off his boo.

You guys have company? That's cool.

He still smacks your ass when you get up.

And the shock of his friends when you don't get upset.

Whwn you simply giggle, kiss his cheek, and ask-

"Want something to eat, baby?"

"Nah, I'm good, Doll."

Yeah, that's right, he said Doll.

He's not embarrassed either.

Bby you can wear whatever the hell you want because at the end of the day, his hand is in your back pocket.

And he's smirking at the unlucky bastards who wish they had you.

Having asked you out is the best thing he's ever done and he stands by that.

He loves you, his friends love you, and you're so genuine.

And Mina? You're her new bestie. She approves, times ten.

And he might not show it often, but he appreciates the hell out of you

Always had his back, always made sure he ate, always made sure he okay.

Always made sure he had everything before he left for work, always ran a shower and massaged his muscles after work.

Always there to let him vent his frustration out, whether it be lending a ear or letting him fuck you stupid.

And you were down for it, letting him take all of it out on your pussy, which was always ready for him.

He can't get over the feeling of you riding him when he's had a bad day.

See, Bakugou always knew he was gonna be the best. And he is.

Cause he gets to come home to you.

Dabi

You and Dabi started out being each other's booty calls.

Yeah, I said each other. He was getting those late night "Wanna come over?" Texts too.

And he was so whipped for the kitty that he came straight over.

After a while, he actually had a conversation with you and realized you were pretty cool.

So there was a slow transition of Booty Calls -> Friends With Benefits

He could stay at your place and game with you, then fuck you as you played online with others

With the mic on of course

And he was content with this for a while

Something changed when he was out one night and saw a man leaving your house

It shouldn't have mattered really, you could do whatever you damn well pleased

But it did matter, to Dabi at least

He didn't know why but it did

So he asked you about it in a joking way, saying he was just passing through the neighborhood

And you said it was just a date and that nothing actually happened

But Dabi knew it was a matter of time before something did happen. You wanted something serious.

And while Dabi had never been in an actual relationship, he decided to try

Its not like he was attached to anyone else and besides-

You gave the best head, had the best pussy, and the best attitude.

And the fact that he could genuinely vibe with you? It was worth a shot to him. He didn't think much would change.

Honestly he was surprised you said yes but moving on-

He was also surprised by the sudden care you invested in him

When he came over, there was a hot meal waiting for him

"Hey, baby, I made you something. Why don't you eat and I'll go get the shower ready?" He looked like he needed one not gonna lie

And that's exactly what he did. He ate that plate and took a shower

And when you were in bed and he said he needed some head, you plump lips wasted no time smiling and going down on him

Feels so good he can't even question where you got the rubber band that kept your hair up

And when he wants your pussy, you spread your legs and rub your clit, and watches your arousal build as you prep yourself for him.

His Little Miss Perfect

Hitoshi Shinsou

You already know Hitoshi's a simp for you

Brags that he has the best lookin girl, period

He'll grab your ass just to show everyone that you're his

And does not care who judges

His only response is "This make you mad?" Before he does it again.

And you giggle and tell him its okay, asking if he wants a drink

And he just leans down and presses a kiss to your soft lips

He loves and appreciates everything you do

When its hard to sleep, you lay his head in your lap and run your fingers through his hair

And when he wakes up, you've cleaned up his room and are offering him something to eat

As he sits up, you sit behind him and kiss his head, rubbing his shoulders

And he immediately turns to putty in your hands

You're whispering sweet words in his ear, boosting his ego

Then you're in his lap, petting him as his lips find your nipple, his hand fondling the other tiddy.

Your sweet gasps and encouraging moans tell him not to stop and he doesn't because you're just so good to him

So he's gonna make you feel good

He's glad you listen when he tells you to turn around so he can finger that cunt

And he does, his thick fingers pushing in and out gently, going as fast as you'd like.

His thumb is circling your clit and when he tells you to say his name, you cry it out like a good little play thing

You let him push his cock into your hole, and you mumble a thank you for filling you up

And its that thank you that makes him pin you against the bed and fuck you until you're only seeing stars

And like a good girl your telling him how good it feels, using your words until you can't

You're gripping the sheets and even when he stops thrusting, your pussy is pushed back against his cock over and over, begging to be filled

And what kinda boyfriend would he be if he didn't oblige?

Eijirou Kirishima

Eijirou was confused when you asked him out.

Like of course he said yes but why him?

You were the best looking woman he'd ever seen and you wanted him

His insecurities were no help but if there was one thing he knew, it was that you loved him as much as he loved you, a lot

You'd always dote on him, when he had company over you'd kiss his lips and ask if you could get him anything

When you're out and people stare at you (they always do), you sit on his lap wrap his arms around, cuddling into him

They get the message pretty fast and back off

And pretty soon, Eijirou's pulling you into his lap himself

Every day he came home to a fresh cooked meal

Sometimes they were meals he'd never tried before because you were always finding new recipes for his diet so that it didn't get borin

And everything you made was delicious

Oh but nothing could compare to the sight of you cooking his favorite meal with nothing but an apron on

He'd walk over and grip the hips that he loves oh so much

Pull you against him and pressed kisses to your neck

And he nearly loses it when you reach over and turn off the stove

Such a good girl

Then you bend down and arch your back, shaking your ass and politely offering your cunt like a good girl

And the first thing he does is land a smack to your ass, watching you moan and push back

He bites his lip and you grind your ass against his clothed cock

He's the luckiest man alive, he's sure of it

[oogaboogasphincter]

Kinktober Day 1

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: agent whiskey x f!reader

prompt: face-sitting💜cream-pie💜anonymous sex (prompt list by @the-purity-pen​)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 740+

warnings: pairing is an established relationship, a teensy bit of angst in the beginning, oral sex (f receiving), allusion to more sex at the end, dirty talk, swearing, pet names (sweetheart, angel, cowboy/cowgirl💀💀), semi-cringey use of a cowboy hat, very cringey horse/riding puns (i apologize y’all but this man makes me go stupid go crazy ✋😔), reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: first day ahh!!!!! i hope y’all like these spicy lil thangs ✨ i would say don’t mind me being a complete whore w these, but isn’t that the point? 🤪 well i don’t slut-shame so let’s jump right into this kinktober together! i hope you enjoy! :) <3

gif by @hunterschafer 

Saturday has finally arrived, putting an end to the stressful and busy week you just got dragged through. All loose ends have been tied up - emails have been sent, bills have been paid, schedules for next week have been confirmed - and you are gifted with a long weekend to spend with Jack, to do absolutely nothing if you please. 

Jack took you on a walk around the city earlier, scoping out restaurants you want to try in the future, small businesses you could potentially do some holiday shopping at. Midway through fall, the air was crisp, the sun was warm, the sky barely had any clouds, the breeze refreshing and consistent. Autumn’s breath swirled around your ethereal figure, around every magnificent curve and across every beautiful plane, as if it were unable to stop its playful fingers from gliding over your body admiringly. Every now and then it would get a little more flirtatious, blowing the hem of your short dress up ever so slightly to innocently get a larger peek at you. 

Jack thanked the wind for its boldness, sharing its adoration for you. His eyes remained puppy-dog-like throughout the day, enraptured by the beauty that is you. He admired that, after going through the motions of your week, you managed to carry such a positive aura. While walking along the sidewalk, you turned back to look at him and let him know how much you appreciated his little date, and he was awestruck by your glow. He took pride in the fact that he had something to do with making you look so happy. At ease, relaxed, a bundle of joy. He kept his loving gaze as you turned back around and watched as the breeze played with your hair. 

Back home now, panties and shoes long discarded at the edge of the bed, you straddle Jack’s head. His warm hands knead the chilled, soft meat of the backs of your thighs, the desire to caress them unwavering ever since they were flashed to him by the mischievous wind. Your folds are explored through lazy glides of his tongue and your fingers comb Jack’s hair back from his blissed-out face. His eyes close as his tongue increases in speed, taking up a rhythm that makes your eyelids stutter. 

His hands slide up over your ass and bunch the fabric of your dress around your waist, a nonverbal cue for you to take it off. You do as he wishes, lifting it up over your head and tossing it onto the mattress behind you. A satisfactory moan comes from his throat and vibrates through your pussy. Fingers returning to knot in his hair, your hips gain a mind of their own and start to buck back and forth on Jack’s mouth. You praise him, “That feels so fucking good, Jack.” 

He unlatches his mouth from your entrance momentarily, “That’s it, ride my face, sweetheart.” 

You take locks of his hair like reins and feverishly grind your dripping sex against his needy tongue. Guttural moans and groans escape from both of you as your approach your climax. His grip suddenly stops your movements, his mouth leaves you and a whimper bubbles out of your chest. Confusion clouds your mind until Jack leans to his side and grabs his cowboy hat off of the edge of the bed. He drops it on your head, pushes it down so it fits better and explains, “If my cowgirl is gonna ride me, she needs the proper uniform.” 

You both erupt in a fit of giggles. He’s stupidly goofy, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. He opens his mouth back up and eagerly dives back into your cunt, grabbing your ass and spreading you wide so he can lick deeper into you. In no time at all, he has you soaking his tongue with a rush of your slick, calling out his name and gripping his hat so it doesn’t fall off as you ride your stallion.

Descending from your peak, you make your way down Jack’s body and mold your wrecked figure to his, capturing his mouth with yours. He rolls you onto your back and plants a kiss on each of your cheeks before taking his hat back, placing it on his head and smirking down at you. You tease, “You going to tame your mustang now, cowboy?” 

He laughs and tips the brim of his hat at you, “I sure am, angel.” 

💘taglist: @pascalpanic​

[geminibutterfly420]

Dirty Jokes (V.H)

Authors note: Heres my first smut i hope yall like it and thank you so much for enjoying my last story i means the world to me

request by: @vhackerrrs-wifey <3

warnings: smut, angist, fluff, cussing, dominating (vinnie) slapping, degrading, edging

Description: y/n and Vinnie are doing it and she jokes saying ‘is it in yet’ and he gets mad but then knows it’s a joke.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dating Vinnie has its perks, for example, His hugs, His kissies, Bomb dick, and being one of the cutest couples on tiktok. But there are times where he purposely tries to get under your skin by joking you and teasing you. You are waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back. You and Vinnie are currently getting ready to go out to dinner with the rest of the house. Vinnie was wearing a black half way buttoned shirt with black jeans and some dress shoes. all you were thinking was god damn, hes a literal god. You were wearing a black velvet dress with your hair waved out and some red bottom shoes that vinnie got for your birthday this year and some glam makeup because why not. After you finished your final touches you grab your clutch and head down stairs. While you were walking down you hear Michael start to hype you up like he is one of your girlfriends "okayyy boo thang i see you. AYO patty come check y/n out" patty walks in with a half eaten spam sandwich in his hand and the other half in his mouth "oooo gurl you gonna need to do a twirl for me" as you were doing a slow spin you feel a hand on your waist. At this point in you and vinnies relationship you didnt need to look and see who it is, with the feeling of hand thats oh so familiar, and his signature cologne he wears when ever we go to some where fancy. "you look stunning, princess" he said while planting a kiss on your cheek, you blushed and said thank you to everyone who has complement on your look for tonight. After vinnie gave your cheek a kiss you hear Michael say "okay, okay vin if your gonna give her one you have to give me one" with a wink "oh you already know your gonna get this pipe mike" Vinnie winked back and started to burst out laughing. You broke there laughing by saying "you guys are too much, and mikey sorry to break it to you he isnt that big, believe me i get it practically every night" while saying that you look over at vinnie with his eyes turning dark, his face turning a slight red, his jaw jutted, with his hands on his hips looking at you dead in the eye. you just give a smile and walked away fast before he could say or do anything. when you walked into the kitchen to see mia posting a tiktok. When she finished, she looked up at you with a curious look "you ok babes?" "yeah im fine, im pulling something on vin and i dont know how its going to end haha" you said nervously. "oh ahaha well what are you doing" she asked "well he normally likes to tease me and pick on me so im doing it back, like giving him a taste of his own me medicine you know" "oh this is gonna be good, im sure its not going to get to bad, and hey who know you might get bomb dick" she reassured with a wink. and with the thought of that you were looking forward to see and feel how this is going to go

When you guys were at BOA and you were sitting with vinnie on your left and mia on your right and kouvr across from you. theres some indents from vinnies nails. on your way to the resturant vinnie had a tight grip on your thighs and his jaw still jutted with very short conversations. but oh god he was hot. Once your food come it was so good, u whispered over to vinnie "if only your cock was as good as this food" and pulled away with a smirk. he rolls his eyes and you can see the grip on his fork has tightened. "you are asking for it y/n" he said in a low snarl. after that if felt like your heart skipped a beat and flutters in your stomach, with your core start to get wet and throb lightly. if only dinner can go by quicker

Once you guys got home you headed up to your room that you shared with vinnie. you kicked off your heels, and put down your purse. You started to walk to the bathroom, you felt vinnie coming behind you and grabbed your hair and forced you to turn around to face him. Once your eyes met he forced his lips on yours aggressively with his hands on your throat and then you felt his hands traveled over to the zipper of your dress, following with an aggressive pull and forcing it off you. he unclasps your bra and spits on your tits and attacks one with his mouth with him sucking and biting on your nipple and his and gripping tightly on the other. you let out a light moan with your head going back. next thing you know you feel a light sting on your face. vinnie slaps you and gritted "shut the fuck up, since you wanted to be a little bitch all night tonight im going to treat you like one, and bitches dont get to enjoy themselves" after he stated that your legs start to quiver and your core started to drip soaking your wine red panties. you feel his hand on the top of your head pushing you down to your knees and and his other hand unbuckling his pants pulling them down to have his big hard cock to hit his stomach. i looked in awe "nuh uh you dont get to drool over my dick you whore, since you said it was small. your not going to be saying that when im forcing my dick all the way down your throat" he spitted in your face and forced his cock down your throat. you automatically choked and tears started to role down your face. he grabs the back of you head and started to force you head to bob on his cock and him thrusting it. you were desprate for air but boy oh boy this is amazing. after a couple more minutes with him releasing low hot moans, you felt his cock twitch, and precum dripping all in your mouth. he pulls out of your mouth saying "you want me to cum in your mouth so bad you little bitch dont you" you nod at him "god your a slut" and with that he picks you up and tosses you on the bed, making you lay on your stomach. he pulls your hips to make your ass come up to the air. he rips off your panties, seeing your dripping cunt. "your so needy for me hmm, you needy whore" and then he spanks on your ass hard, you screeched at the impacked it had on your ass and he has his rings on which made it 10x more painful. thats definietly going to leave a mark on your ass for a good while. he smacked it one more time and forced his index and middle finger up your pussy with a hook action pumping hard and fast. "if i hear the slightest peep out of your mouth without my permission, your going to get your ass spanked 5 times and i am not going to go easy on you" he demanded. while he was picking up the speed with your fingers you bite your lips so you can remain quiet. You started to taste a slight metalic taste from biting on you lip too hard. "squirt for me bitch, and you have permission to let out noise" with that being said you realised your grip on your lips letting out porno like moans. "i-im going to squirt i feel it" you shouted. he grabs your hair to force your face to go up. "scream for me slut" he growled. you felt a twitch in your stomach and let out a loud scream, realeasing you juices on his fingers. once you released he sticks his fingers in his mouth tasting it "so sweet" he mumbled. once you almost catch your breath, you feel him start to feel his tip rub up against your soaking entrance. he slowly went in. once he was in you smirked "is it in yet vincent" next thing you know he slammed into your spot and starting going super fast, and slapping your ass hard. "you asked for it, ha 'is it in-' ha shut the fuck up you worthless cunt" he spat. next thing you know he is ramming the fastest and hardest hes ever had, making your body tremble. "im going to force all my cum down your pussy and your going to take it and i expect a mess on my cock with your cum got it bitch" he said aggresively. you nodded your head then felt a sharp sting on your ass "use your words bitch" he yelled "y-y-yes daddy, ill make a m-mess" you whimpered

"good slut" he moaned with is head going back "im cumming, baby be a good girl and cum" once he said that you both released he moaned out "good girl" he stayed in your pussy, making sure your guys cum stays in you. after a few minutes to recuperate you lay down with vinnie laying right next to you "did you like that or w-was i too rough i did-" he started worring but you cut him off with a soft kiss "that was amazing, im sorry for making fun of you, i was trying to get pay back for all of the times you teased me, just know i was joking" "oh i knew you were joking sweetie, and its ok ill go lighter on you with the teasing, i love you so much" he kisses you sweetly and you kiss him back "i love you more vincent" you turned over so he can spoon you. you look over at your phone because it lit up. it was a text from mia

Mia:

see told you, and you got good dick, just letting you know the whole house heard you and both of you are gonna hear the never ending of it for a bit, but good job on not breaking anything (hopefully ;) )

your face turns red but you just turned off your phone and enjoyed the love and affection from the boy with the curly blonde hair that you love so much, and who knew what one little dirty joke can do

------------------------------------------------------------------------------hope ya freaks enjoyed that heres some holy water, all love b

[saintobio]

Up til the recent chapter 14, I’ve come to the conclusion Sera will never win; regardless whether she “has” Gojo or not. Like with how many people now knowing what she’s really like and as if people won’t talk about her behind her back and then her reputation will be even more slandered than ever.

That moment when she tired to introduce herself to mama Gojo, like even if she was able to say “yeah I’m your sons ex gf/mistress 🤪” everyone and mama Gojo gonna be mad and confused as heck 🤭😑 and imagine her trying to justify to Mama Gojo about her being a mistress; to a woman who’s been cheated on too 🧍🏻‍♀️

As if anyone would wanna sympathize with that vindictive, leech of a human. Cry me a river miss thang 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anonymous said

HI HI omg i’ll take this chance to thank you for giving us an amazing chapters for sn 🤍 your choice of words is SO SO GOOD idk but im actually learning new words from this series lmao, i am having fun reading it hehe.

ig that’s it ??? i just really want to admire your work and u as an author!! i just finished reading chapter 14, it was totally good! can’t wait for the next chapter, but i hope you’ll have a great time during your break! we’ll patiently wait for you. take care ofyourself! 🤍

@0003joker said

I was soooooo happy about the ending of chapter.14 but then I realized that Y/N’s heart condition and the pregnancy ain’t gonna be a good match at the end, or am I wrong, I can’t help but be worried 😥…anyways I hope you’re doing well Saint, take care and keep up the good work, your doing great!👍

Anonymous said

so worried for her yn and her health :'( she's honestly a trooper for having braved all this while being in the early stages of her pregnancy. peep how "motherly" she was when she was taking care of gojou 😭 she would be the best mom. i hope her angina attack was just that, and isn't a sign of her conditiong turning unstable.

(kinda scared for how sera will react if news comes out about the pregnancy?)

i'm also quite worried for gojo? i know he wants to do whatever it takes to make it up to yn, but i fear that the news of her condition and pregnancy on top of nana's death (+ the pregnancy scare w sera, trauma of abuse resurfacing, potential divorce) is going to take a toll on him. and knowing gojo, he probably won't rest until he knows he's made things right. it's in his nature. i'm scared for his wellbeing right now

as it stands right now, they both need to take a step back from this relationship before they start anew and give each other a second shot at love. they both just aren't in the healthiest position rn

Anonymous said

the amount of yn x gojo fluff we got this chapter was so amazing omg. it gave me butterflies. the way they were actually acting like a true married couple for the first time since their marriage was so heartwarming for me.

despite all this fluff i couldnt help but start crying when gojo asked,“would it make you happy if i let you go?”

i know how desperate he was to keep yn in the last chapter and this was a moment that really showed his development as a person overall. hes been selfish since the beginning and even in the last chapter when he was begging yn to not leave him.

gojo asking that question is the first time (as i recall), that hes being selfless.. and its for the sake of yn’s happiness.

Anonymous said

can we just take a moment to praise the zenin family in this chapter? toji for his damage control? mai for not tolerating sera's unwelcome presence? naoya (hopefully) bringing sera down a peg once his intentions come out?

if gojo and yn were never in the picture (let's pretend they had healthier lives and relationships), would sera and toji ever had worked? or would sera always turn into this green eyed monster?

additionally, since the sn!verse features two of the big jujutsu clans as these business hotshots, is it safe to assume that the kamo clan also has that presence in this story? or did yn's family serve as a replacement for them?

(also gen scares me in a i-want-her-to-walk-all-over-me typa way)

Anonymous said

seeing gojo's instinctice reaction to sera clenching her fists has my heart hurting for him. he had to endure this so many times with his own father, and now with sera's he's just submitted himself to be at the receiving end of such mistreatment. i hate to think that gojo just lets this happens because he thinks he deserve it.

also, sera needs to realize that gojo isn't dumb. no matter how much she tries to muddy y/n in her own eyes, gojo will always know her better. she can't seriously think that gojo, the same gojo who was repulsed at the possibility of her carrying his child, would take her back?

especially after these recent events, i think he's beginning to have clarity over what he wants out of life, and what he wants is either something sera can't provide him or isn't going to be very sustainable with her if they continued.

sera can't do the bare minimum expected of a partner and regard the validities of his trauma. no one's asking you to be his therapist? yn has already filled that spot lol, just comfort him when he needs it most. does she think she can be the better choice for him when she can't even do that? when she's already showing red flags of abusive behavior towards someone who is especially sensitive to it? even yn at her worst point during her relationship with gojo could do no harm, and she was enduring so much that it caused her health complications. she placed her boundaries, but not once did she act outta pocket when it came to gojo.

it's true when gojo thought how only yn, his wife, was capable of enduring everything for the both of them. sera just isn't capable of that. she might think she's this selfless enigma, but she's quite the opposite. her projections are so obvious, it's almost laughable how pathetic she is.

it's going to be so satisfying when she comes out of denial has that realization. and as much as i hate sera, she needs to set some healthier standards for herself. being together with gojo would just be settling for less.

it terrifies me how sera could just as easily end down the same path as eula if given the chance.

Anonymous said

SAINTTTTT YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN!!!!!! you always manage to have me screaming, crying, or clapping whenever you update. this is so well written and all of your updates never fail to have me pondering for days. U truly are a gift💘

A few thoughts:

-Dis bitch Sera can really get in the gloves w me. she’s so stupid and selfish. like why would you think a memorial service for your ex’s grandma is the best time to win him back😐. ik you’re dumb but….. actually nvm this is to be expected from you.

- And our sweet baby Y/N is pregnant!!!!! This def threw me for a loop but I’m so excited to see how this plays out.

-I also feel so bad for Yuuta. He’s gonna suffer from this for a really long time and I hope he gets the courage to tell someone so he can start getting help

- And Yessssss The Entrance of our fav Bad Bitch Gen😛. the way she has the Mc’s back always has me doing a little happy dance

I also have a few questions:

When did Y/N conceive? bc I can’t remember how long it was before Bora Bora.

Will Sera be present in part 2 of SN?

Thank you for feeding us so well Saint! and plz get as much rest as you need on your break. Take longer if you need to bc we’ll all still be here when you get back.❤️

Anonymous said

YN PREGGO AHHHHHH

my eyes were already wide when i began reading the conversation between the doc and gojo… but when i got to that last line i literally went 😀

poor gojo.. he’s already been beating himself up for how he’s been treating yn, he’s still mourning over nana’s death, and now THIS. imagining what must’ve been going through his mind at the end of the chapter is literally breaking my heart. he’s gonna start thinking about yn’s condition and reflect it back onto all of the things he’s done to her and how it’s affected her more than he thought it did /:

imagine how he felt hearing that yn is carrying his child.. something that’s all he’s ever wanted. but with this situation i can’t imagine how he’s feeling and how hard it is for him to try and wrap his head around this. i’m also definitely scared for yn’s reaction to hearing that she’s pregnant. pushing back the divorce to help gojo mourn- and now this. she’s definitely gonna have a hard time processing all of this.

idk how the next chapters will go or how the story will end but ☹️ i’m scared and excited at the same time! also very intrigued with what you’ll do with the sequel. thank you again for the chapter saint 💗 normally i don’t send asks or talk in the server- but this chapter had me !!!!! i just had to say something JEKCKDKD

please be sure to rest up and take care of yourself saint! <3

@peter-pan-princess said

I know I sent this in a message already but you deserve praise x100000000. You are SUCH a good writer. I never knew someone could make me feel physical heartbreak by just reading. I've never had a story impact me like that and I'm so so so so so impressed by you. I literally binge read up until ch 13 and it took like 10-11 HOURS i was hooked completely hooked i genuinely love your writing style and appreciate you so much for putting it out there like this for free because goodness you are so talented. You've gained a new fan so hope you don't get sick of me 👉😎👉

these are all soooo interesting <333 n thank you for the kind words !! all of ur theories n feedback give me so much joy :’)