#the star is from his aligned look because its COOL AS FUCK

[monochromeia]

prowlerr

[thethiefofeddis]

Long time since I posted but have a million explanations that I'm not gonna make sense

My bg3 teifling is named grief, his virtue name is that because he's moarning his past life he never knew but also moarning those he is destined to kill, but he was actually named Regal before because his goals were pure nobility and also I align my bg3 characters with the main villains and his is the god of tyranny and his chosen Gortash teehee

Also a bit of more of a deep dive, despite his god being Baal, I associate him more with bane, god of tyranny, cuz I want my tav, resist Durge, and murder Durge to be like the dead three with tav being merkal, god of death (because he brought down a plague with his wild magic and made a deal with an old god to fix it), resist Durge (him!) to be with bane (again tyranny) because he wanted power and status to bring about more death, and my murder Durge to be Baal, lord of murder

And also

Tav is the ecplise, the between of the two durges (Alexander btw)

Grief/regal is the moon because he's a lone wolf 🐺 but fr because the night brings comfort and danger

And murder Durge (on my second one run) to be the sun because they are desturve!!

Also inspired by the ballad of Jane doe

BY THE FUCKING WAY

The middle section with all the colors is the moon, which represents regal (pre memory wipe grief)

The skeleton is Baal, lord of murder, and the thing that grief tries to avoid

The sun is the urge brought by Baal, purse destruction, the world will be wiped!!! Rahhh!!!!

The stars are both the blood of the innocents and the light guiding grief to confront his past as regal

The outside just looked cool as a border idk

Came back to ramble on my guys

I want to associate types of dance with them so

My tav, Alexander evangale, would be contemporary dance

Bit of backstory he's a wild magic sorcerer (he was born with magic from fey lineage that sometimes goes wild and does unpredictable things) and he wanted to be a wizard as he thought he was one but one day because he saw her sister getting beat up his magic exploded and caused a plague in which he made a deal with an old god to get rid off

So, as the speed rhythm and direction would be random, it represents his wild magic but the more precise legwork represents the order that his god brings, and the importance of fall and recovery and improvisation represents him as a character

My durge, Grief/regal, would be ballet

His story is actually a bit of a spoiler so also it's dark urge so tw violence

||As a Baal spawn there's one thing that regal wants. Blood. It's the Lord of murder after all. After meeting gortash however he decided on a virtue name, regal, as he could use gortash, shape him, climb up into power and use war to bring more people to his father's domain. So he did. He became Gortash's personal assassin, and blah blah blah he loses his memories and gets the tadpole and he becomes repulsed by his dark urges, naming himself grief for the life he doesn't remember and the people he will kill||

So ballet. To represent his past life, it's regal (heh) it can powerful, violent,it's a status symbol (cough cough not historically but in its current cultural context). To represent his current life it can be soft, romantic, it's the art of the common people (there's the historical part)

Uhhh grossly oversimplified background ballet used to be considered for poor people (grief), being a ballerina was not romanticized and now it's seen as a status symbol and an aesthetic to strive for (regal)

Grief is literally poor but more important he's common. He's not a ||leader for Baal||, he's just a teifling

Regal is powerful. Literally and metaphorically. He strives for the aesthetic of power when in reality he's literally a horrible person!!!! But fr he strives for the unantiable

Anyways all this for a 4 song playlist and to say that this is the reason why he's in a ballet pose

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1Vmdj8sQ4Qm6uWHketecwq?si=ew7Au5fyS6mNyPrXGsYQ2w

[sobredunia]

hi bbg i have a question for you, how different is european spanish from latin american spanish? also do you know of any spanish speaking youtubers/streamers u would reccomend to me :)

There are a lot of differences, also considering how latin american Spanish is so different within its countries

Fun fact, there is a commonly used abbreviation of latin america, latam

In Argentina they use the word "vos" to refer to "tú" ("you"). This is generally pretty unused in other latam countries and especially in Spain, it's a pretty old way to refer to someone in a higher position you're not friends with with respect. Also generally in latam they tend to use more formal words, like "usted" or "ustedes" ("you" in singular and "you" in plural. They're formal words just trust me bro)

There are also differences in how we name things. A particular phenomenon I've noticed is how they tend to use words that are more English sounding, which is understandable considering how closely connected these countries -especially mexico- are to the US

Imma put English words, then the word in latam, then the word in Spain

Refrigerator: refrigerador, nevera

Computer: computadora, ordenador

Cellphone: celular, teléfono/móvil

For Spanish speaking YouTubers I recommend, there are a few which are very funny and very poggers

Rangugamer: he plays videogames on YouTube. His videos are most of the time an hour long so unless the adhd stars align on you it's better that you watch compilations of funny moments. He makes a lot of adult/dark jokes but they're incredibly funny, he is really good giving varied voices to the characters in the games he's playing, he's actually gained a little bit of fame for being able to predict shit in the stuff he's in the middle of playing, and he's managed to make a lot of popular memes that get referenced by other spanish youtubers

Eme: this man hasn't uploaded an animation in two years but his videos from like six years ago are still extremely funny. He makes a lot of puns and jokes you can only get if you can understand and decompose the language but if you don't get them it just looks like silly stuff that comes out of nowhere which is entertaining nonetheless. There are also a bunch of other visual gags and random bs that are funny even if you don't understand jack shit, like a dictionary he has that moans when it gets opened. Pretty nice ngl

Invokah: he mostly makes Deltarune theories but he's also talked about other stuff like Inazuma 11, rain code, and yo-kai watch. His videos actually get subtitled to a shit ton of languages, so you can watch it with English subtitles and learn a word or two that way. He's pretty entertaining and his character is nicely designed and drawn

Leyendas y videojuegos: he makes theory videos and dissects lore and talks about game development and whatnot and he's talked about a shitton of games, including FEZ which is why I love him forever and ever and he is so cool. He's actually making a videogame of his own and putting the development logs as videos in his channel. Also he's friends with Rangu, the guy I talked about earlier, and they're fucking hilarious together he thought squids were made of legit rubber

Joseju: this guy is an absolute god of comedy. He talks about videogames but in every video he always brings something new to the table. He reviewed a racing game where all the characters are in zooming toilets in fucking prose like it was a poem. He roleplayed as Walter White on skate 3. He made an hour long video where he dubbed over metal gear solid with a few other people like it was a shitty movie. He was actually the reason why I got into GRIS not because the video was really funny, but because he chose not to make the video funny because the game was just too delicate and sensible and beautiful to do that to it. He's made legendary skits dubbing over the flex tape commercial and over fish documentaries. He became a waiter at this random burger joint just because. He played fucking amongus VR and ran over his dryer. He made a review of tears of the kingdom where the thumbnail was a picture of him with the text "I don't believe in human rights" with flames in the background. You gotta watch at least one video of this guy please I beg you

As for latam YouTubers the ones I can undoubtedly recommend are

Sr.Pelo: you know why he's here

Holasoygerman: this guy hasn't uploaded a video to his channel in like 6 years but people still regularly rewatch all of his videos because he's just that funny and nostalgic (it's me I'm people). He makes short videos that are around 10 minutes long where he talks about random things in a funny way, like the first time something happened in the history of humanity, food, typical things, the friendzone, and the English language. I'm pretty sure most of his videos have English subtitles so u could try watching them n learn cool stuff. His stuff is so ancient it was actually a rather running gag across multiple videos how he's so excited for GTA V to come out and he can't wait. GTA V. The old ass game where it is a universal gag that instead of making GTA VI they just remake it over and over for years and years. Yeah he's pretty cool u should watch him

[pwblogarchive]

October 2006

October 2, 2006

“buzz's girlfriend, woof!”

(gomez and morticia).my friend told me, there are veins in brooklyn sick of the constant knocking on them like a door.if i look up the lights in houses look like stars in the sky, only if i squint hard enough. if you had told me where wed be three years ago i would have laughed it off.i am sure i will do the same in three years when i am making wishes from some gutter somewhere.i want to be the last thing you think of at nighttime.i tapped out, i blacked out.you knew we couldnt last.its funny how we only focus on our flaws."please tell me the truth, i am addicted to it".i got new boots so id never get cold feet-on thin ice or at the altar.listening to this record i cant wait to get back on the road. it feels like home.and sometimes this feels like some strange family we have built- we are planning a run of small shows right now- and something better."when you are very old and very lonely you will understand".its designed deep inside of us to be the opposite of what we are, i thank god for the bands, movies, and hearts that make me want to become something better than i am.your heart beat gets me through the day.

October 2, 2006

“the strange familiarity.”

what would a fisherman do without fish?

what would the depressed do without depression?

the movie "closer" is far more true to how things are then anything i have ever written.

i was designed to break your heart. my only real crime is my obsession with documenting it.

and maybe the way i still love you after the flash on the camera cools off.

"lying is the currency of the world"

- xo

October 5, 2006

“joe says the puppy has hillbilly teeth.”

if i was a judge id only hand out run-on sentences.california feels like the body of the world.and los angeles is its varicose veins.leaves wont turn orange here.or at least theyre putting up a fight.emerald city downtown girl.i called shotgun on everything you do.im sorry, its true.asleep in the hive- i guess all the buzzing got to me-that and the blueberries and vikings.the only gold i got is in my fillings.heroes love heroines.i dream of lying in backyards with you in the a.m.'s-the geneva convention of romance.i work vampire hours thinking of you.the rings around my eyes are simply the proof.fuck the miles between us.fuck the way i am in love with being a mess.and when the planets align even the mercury specks in our eyes match.

October 15, 2006

“fuck me gently with a chainsaw”

been writing in the real journal lately. paper and ink.hey pete, howd you get yourself turned so inside out?this city feels like a lull.in weather, in love, in time, in life.'all you sensetive thugs need hugs'.i can love you in hour increments.i can give/take all your problems back/away.i want to be bright enough to blind you.think of all the love i have behind my eyelids waiting for you to wake up.thanks to all the forever kids who have stuck by our side.dream fast. wish hard.truefuckinglove.

October 15, 2006

“i want to be kept.”

i am in love with observing.off the strip is the best.there is an old man at the bar, he carries his years in his eyes.he drinks gin and tonic, only he calls them "g&t's".he is a true believer, a die hard.all the addicts and pushers are sitting in pews somewhere.he speaks to me about a love and a life that has taken 50 years to figure that he cant figure it out.buzzing and lights.there is a HIPSter docked on the bar next to me.he drinks vodka straight with out mixers,because the monsters in his closet are calories.i wonder how many he burns with he constant running mouth.here no one wants to be what they are.i watch waiters run their lines.i watch valets trip over producers names that keep dropping out of their mouths.nothing changes here but peoples hair color.it is saturday night here everyday except saturday.no one waits in line.no one pays covers.writing here hurts my head.but i am addicted.honest to god, its like taking a picture of a ghost.im always walking home head down, taking myself to pieces.smile at the grass pushing up through the cracks in the sidewalk.a teammate.sometimes i look at my reflection in car windows and say "worry on your own time".etc. etc.i cant wait to get home.

October 16, 2006

“sooooo.”

the record is really close to being finished.

im freaking out. i hope you love it as much as we do.

sometimes its worry, sometimes its excitement.

go out and pick up the new cobra starship record.

you will not be disappointed...

tried to catch some zzzz's but im not too athletic.

xo

October 18, 2006

“woke up at 5:49pm today.”

the cobra starship video is amazing- its like a flamboyant version of kill bill meets the easter bunny only trashier- for real... get ready. after all the hacking, i have secret journals stashed through out the internet.i am always forgetting the passwords- i feel like a pirate always looking for the 'x marks the spot' kind of thing.i love my bed for all of its AMBIENce...the record is being mixed- i have the "so-so" inside my head. but i just want to be on the road.these journals all seem like an attempt to make the average seem bright and bold-but all i(t) really is/am, is nothing so special at all.i want our tattoos to touch under the wind off the windowsill on these late fall nights."i miss eyes much brighter than mine".

October 22, 2006

“baby dont worry about a thing cause every little thing is gonna be alright”

we played in front of 40,000 people today in a place we've never even been before.this is a piece of our life, cut pure.unadulterated.you have made us what we are.sometimes i get chills when i see patricks back in front of all of these singing mouths.i cant put the words together to tell you what it means or how it feels.like you are in the worlds biggest gang.or slipping through the longest dream.i got my shoes stolen in sao paulo.they are the shittiest looking converse i ever had.kind of funny."friends dont let friends get famous".i know you dont really get me because i kind of write in a "or the user has trabelled outside of the service area" kind of way- but i dont really get me either.fell asleep in the mirror the other day,sick to death of comparing myself.every word has already been written.every government has been done.every hairstyle has been tried.but give me sometime, dont write me off yet.im not always the person i want to be-but you make me want to be him.silly boy all this is ever gonna get you is carpal tunnel and bad eyesight-but i wish i was the mirror reflecting you back so i could make your eyes look carefree.sometimes i think i about that night that we madeout until our lips went numb.the words are all over the place.but you are lightning in a bottle.i am in love with the accents in south america-the streets are museums,the culture is breathing- alive.rolling 'r's is way cooler than rolling your eyes.the way i think of you is billboard big, only i could never tell anyone.last night i had a dream that we were breathing underwater.our love will go down (in history).i hope the keys keep clicking, the kids keep singing-its all "if they could see us now"s versus "they'd be spinning in their grave"spenned in on all sides.lets split town.its always "i dont care what anyone thinks" except everyone always does.and "better in the long run" always means sleeping alone now.stop trying to save me.except if you ever did i dont know what id do with myself.silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dyingtime for sleep.

October 23, 2006

"Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum." vincent van gogh in a letter to his brother.when i read this book of his letters i see "sunflowers" completely differently. though the painter is never the painting and vice versa- the same as the song. it is humbling. as i try to pick apart another as i feel the same is done over and over and over and over. as though i could ever figure a motive...etc. sometimes its good to just get out of your own head once in awhile....spitting on lottery tickets and breaking the hands of palm readers...currently trying to get over myself,but i never really was one to take the high road. so its proving to be quite the challenge.

- xo

October 28, 2006

“change comes from our heads, not our pockets”

been writing in the real journal lately. paper and ink.

I have to ask myself, howd you get yourself turned so inside out?

this city feels like a lull.

in weather, in love, in time, in life.

'all you sensetive thugs need hugs'.

i can love you in hour increments.

i can give/take all your problems back/away.

i want to be bright enough to blind you.think of all the love i have behind my eyelids waiting for you to wake up.

dream fast. wish hard.

truefuckinglove.

Posted by xoat 12:17 AM

[jacksonekennedy]

Jack was charmed by the tidbit of information that Alice had decided to share with him. A memory of a younger Alice, determined to clinch the victory, not only for herself and for her campmates, but for double the s’mores. Fuck yeah.

Jack understood.

And he found it very cute. It was a little concerning how cute he found it, actually, because he never wanted to picture Alice hurting or miserable. But he was sure that she somehow still looked very cute layered in pajamas, covered in poison ivy by the end of the night.

“I think they should put up statues in your honor. They should name a cabin or a lake after you. You know, I’m gonna talk to the representatives out there, see what I can do."

Jack smiled. It sounded like a joke, but God — if it were feasible, he’d actually do it.

Maybe she’d put a restraining order on him. Hah.

Satisfaction and pride swept across Jack’s face the moment that Alice complained about not being able to easily access a bag of Jack’s chips. He’d find a way to make them for her anytime she wanted.

Did she know that?

“I’ll keep making them for you. Whenever," he replied.

Jack really thought that his heart couldn’t have felt any fuller than in that moment, but … well, he was wrong. Alice buried two chips into her lobster roll, took a bite, and demanded Jack lore with a snap of her fingers.

Jack was always sort of looking at her like he was in awe.

Had he really only known her for two days? Jack’s brain tried to make sense of how fast this had hit him. The instant connection that he felt. It felt like heroin, but better, somehow. He remembered thinking that nothing could feel better than that. Once the opioid entered his fucking brain, he was sure that nothing would ever come close. And now Jack sat across from a stranger, essentially, trying to make sense of why he felt the way he did so quickly...?

Did Jack believe in past lives? Catholicism said no. Had they met before? Maybe in a dream? A daydream? One where Jack tried to conjure the perfect woman? Dark hair, blue eyes, wild. Someone that somehow radiated both the warmth of a perfect summer sun and the cool evening breeze of the desert. When Jack tried to think of the women that he found attractive throughout his life, all he could picture was Alice.

Was she an answered prayer? After six months of loneliness and insomnia and gripping dampened bed sheets …

Karmically — Jack had done nothing to earn this. Maybe, for the first time in forever, the stars had aligned. Maybe it was kismet.

Maybe it was God.

Somehow, in the midst of all of those thoughts, Jack had taken another bite of his lobster roll, a sip of his wine.

“Okay. Jack lore. I’ve gotta make it really good, because you gave me a really good one…”

Jack leaned back in his chair out of habit, balancing his weight on the two rear legs. Maybe he’d fall, crack his skull, and wake up in the hospital to find that this had all just been some hallucination.

Or maybe he’d overdosed and suffered long term brain damage and this was one of those moments right before you die.

“Okay. I can speak French. Like, enough to get by whenever I go.”

Well. That wasn’t very good. He leaned forward, shifting the chair down on all of its legs. No cracked skull tonight.

“I collect playing cards.”

Ah, that was somehow worse, but he couldn’t stop. He wanted Alice to know these things about him, for some reason?

“Ever since I was a kid. I think I got a hold of one of my dad’s cards, or something. I’ve got this massive collection that is a little embarrassing. I spent, like, almost 2k on these old playing cards from the 1800s.”

Jack sighed, bracing himself for what came next. God.

“I swear if you ever tell anyone what I’m about to say … I’ll …”

Hadn’t he made promises not to threaten her anymore? In exchange for good boy points, or whatever?

He stopped himself. Smiled.

“I’ll be very disappointed,” he corrected himself.

His slightly unnerving smile told another story.

“I can … do card tricks?”

He winced. Probably the un-coolest thing about him. She’d just told him a brave, heroic tale, and Jack was sharing … that he could speak a little French? And he could do … magic tricks?

Oh God. This was embarrassing.

He took another large bite of his lobster roll to keep himself from divulging even more embarrassing facts. At least the food was good, Jack thought.

'You must’ve been some sort of local hero,'

Some part of Alice's brain must light up like a Christmas tree whenever Jack leaned towards her like that, rested his handsome forearms against the table.

Local hero?

Well.

There certainly had been a big cheer. Alice didn't want to over-exaggerate her impact at camp, but. It had been a pretty big move.

A silly story, one that left Alice looking even stupider, all red and welt-y and miserable, and yet this huge part of her heart all but purred like a cat whenever Jack praised her— whether the subject was silly or no.

'Was there a prize? For the winning side?'

She grins. The sight of him— cheeks bursting with food— made something funny melt inside her.

"Uh... I believe our glorious reward was double the s'mores."

"Honestly, it was even more rewarding to bring honor to my team."

Alice brings her hand to her chest in a mock-salute, a soldier who had given it all for the front lines. Part of her wonders what Jack would have done— would he have cheered for Alice? She thinks he would. An even better question was if he would be roped into her stupid scheme, and the selfish part of her wishes so— wishes that Jack would have gone along with her dumb plan solely for the ecstasy of winning.

Jack was competitive, right? That had to be part of being a politician. But Alice doesn't like the idea of Jack uncomfortable, even if it's just a rash, and so she contents herself with the idea that Jack could just be a look-out for her. Or, maybe— they'd come up with a scheme to retrieve the flag without any rash at all. Maybe they could have lowered themselves in Mission Impossible style to retrieve it!

And then the reveal she was waiting for.

'Well. They’re locally made, you see…'

She'd expected that.

'And they’re pretty hard to get.'

Disappointing, but not surprising.

'I made them, actually, and I made too many. I can never figure it out with potatoes. I always think I need more than I really do.'

Alice blinks blankly. Fucking. Fuck. Man— Jack had probably thought this had been very funny.

"Oh my god," Alice proclaims. "I can't even get more of these anywhere, and yet you used them to fish for information out of me..."

She's smiling, anyway. Alice is actually tickled he wanted to here more about her— even if it meant a few cute, underhanded tricks.

A deep sigh escapes her. Of course Jack had made these himself. He'd been good at everything he'd demonstrated to Alice so far.

"Fuck. Makes me sad to think I can't grab several bags of these in the grocery store..."

Before she left. Before she left the potato chips behind, but more importantly— Jack. It made her stomach churn uncomfortably to think about. Made her chest feel tight, and Alice finds herself staring at Jack intently, as if putting his dark brows, the distinctive dimple on his chin to memory. Looking at a picture of him on Wikipedia, or a news site— that just wasn't the same.

She needs more.

Alice follows Jack's lead; places two chips atop her lobster roll before taking a bite.

"Okay." She raises her right hand above the table, snaps twice at him. "Jack lore. Or Jack pet peeve. Jack info, now, before I deduct points from you for unscrupulous conduct."

[snarky-synesthete]

New Chapter!

Chapter 9/22 of "Love is an Action Verb" is up!

Want a sample of chapter 10?

Uriel got right up into Crowley’s space. They were considerably shorter than the demon, but Crowley couldn’t rise from his knees as power crackled off of the Archangel’s form. Crowley looked waifish and worn out next to Uriel’s holy fire and energy. “You left us,” they seethed. “And you dare return now, leading souls astray even unto Heaven’s gate?”

“Oh, I just left, that’s right – went for a wee stroll down into Hell to align myself with the wicked and unjust…”

“You helped us set the stars in their dance! You – you were one of us, you served in my division! And you betrayed me, and us, and everything we were trying to build…just because you thought you had a better idea!”

“Still say it was a better idea,” Crowley said, maintaining his composure in the face of Uriel’s wrath. “You and your ridiculous ‘pre-aged’ stars. Absolutely idiotic. Why make any of it in the first place? Why did you even care? You were already planning to destroy it a paltry few thousand years later!”

“The Almighty’s Great Plan was more important than our creativity, Fallen One!”

Crowley shouted, losing his cool, “But that’s not creation! That’s just fucking…playing with blocks!”

Uriel struck him across the face. His glasses went flying.

“Oi!” shouted Lock, “Leave him alone!”

“Who can build something like we did,” Crowley said, voice tired, “Something like you designed, like I designed, and plan its destruction even as you’re putting on the finishing touches?” Uriel stood still, silent, hatred tightening their face. “You didn’t even tell us, your team, what the plan was for their destruction. I had to learn it from a passing cherub, for fuck’s sake.”

Uriel turned from him, striding across the empty room where a white desk appeared. On the desk was a book. “Michael wanted to use this, you know. On you and on that traitor Aziraphale. The Metatron dissuaded the idea.”

Uriel opened The Book of Life. “The Metatron, however, is indisposed at the moment. Thus, I must administer punishment as I see fit.”

In the holding triangle, Greaz had gone pale.

Crowley leaned his head back, his eyes hooded. “Extreme sanctions,” he said tonelessly.

Uriel held a writing implement in their hand, glowing gold at one end, silver at the other. They stalked over to Crowley, looking down at him. “You bare your throat to me like a beast. That is what you are, Fallen One. It was your selfish, unending questions that earned you your first demotion. Your questions that infected the thoughts of the Morningstar. Your questions that set off the avalanche of his mutiny.” Uriel held the holy pencil up to Crowley’s neck, touching its sharp golden point to his Adam’s apple. “You corrupted the Garden and set humanity’s feet on the pathways of pain. You corrupted Aziraphale and incited his treachery. You’re the reason the world didn’t end according to God’s Great Plan, and you’re the reason the Supreme Archangel Gabriel is now cavorting across the universe with the Lord of Flies! You are poison, your existence is envenomed, and when I erase you from Creation then everything, everything will be as it was meant to be.” Uriel’s voice had gone unearthly, slightly mad, at the same time both passionate and dreamy.

“No!” Lock called, starting from the triangle. Adam held him back.

[chvoswxtch]

Thinking 👁 OK I KNOW THIS IS KIND OF AMBITIOUS but I can’t decide!!! could I please have a matt murdock margarita ? and maybe make it a double. aka I can’t decide if I wanna ask you for “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere” or “your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined,” so it would be sooo cool if you would write a drabble that has both of those vibes? IDK I KNOW ITS KIND OF A CHALLENGE TO DO TWO IN ONE so no worries if not— pick whichever you feel most inspired by 😌 Congrats on 2k!

nonnie,

challenge fucking accepted. (also thank you for the challenge, I enjoyed it very much)

here's a double just for you, my darling. 🍹

blurb below the cut

new years day

your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined

“Do you think we would’ve met if I hadn’t moved to New York?”

Matt trailed his fingers absentmindedly along your shoulder, turning his head slightly to brush his nose along your cheek as he hummed quietly in thought. 

“I think so.”

The downpour that had opened up above Hell’s Kitchen had lessened to a hushed pattering of raindrops pelting the large window panes in Matt’s living room. You curled further into your boyfriend’s chest, lighty balling a small fistful of the soft t-shirt he wore. The storm had been coming down so hard earlier that you had convinced him to stay in tonight, and you were suddenly worried that its transition into a faint shower of droplets would have him changing his mind about going out.

“How do you know?”

Matt chuckled softly as he wrapped his fingers around your wrist that fisted his shirt, bumping his nose with yours to capture your attention and get you to look at him. There was a tender smile on his lips as his brows furrowed the tiniest bit in puzzlement.

“Where’s all this coming from, angel?”

“I just…wonder if I ever would’ve met you if I hadn’t moved here, and if I hadn’t…we wouldn’t be here right now.”

Matt cocked his head to the side slightly, his golden honey eyes appearing to stare directly into yours as they shifted over your face slowly. You knew he was listening to your body, studying you, trying to find clues as to what was going on inside your head. 

“But we are here right now.”

He kept his voice gentle, but there was a firmness to it that pulled you out of your head and back into the moment. Letting out a soft sigh, you dipped your head to rest it back against his shoulder, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Talk to me, love. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Loosening your grip on his shirt, your fingers traveled up the soft material to lightly touch the chain around his neck, dipping below the collar to grasp the cross that dangled from it between your thumb and index finger. You weren’t religious like Matt was, but you often wondered if there was some higher power or greater being that brought the two of you together.

“I just can’t imagine not knowing you. I don’t remember what my life was like before you were in it, and now I can’t picture a future that you’re not a part of. I can’t imagine not loving you.”

Matt tightened his arms around your waist as he hugged you even tighter into his chest, pressing his plump lips against your forehead and allowing them to linger there for a moment.

“I can’t either, angel. But we don’t have to think about that, because you are here. And I think no matter what, we always would’ve ended up here.”

You closed your eyes as you listened to the smooth cadence of Matt’s honey voice, melting into the sincerity that dripped from his words. 

“Wanna know how I know?”

“How?”

“Because I prayed for you. And if you’re the one prayer that God ever answers for me, I’m okay with that. Because I got you. And no matter what, no matter how it happened, or how long it took, I think He was always gonna send you to me. We were always meant to end up here, together.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you turned your body slightly so that you could straddle Matt’s lap, gently cupping his jaw in both of your hands while staring at him with your eyes glistening with complete adoration.

“I love you so much, Matt.”

A smile bloomed across Matt’s mouth as his hands moved upwards to hold onto your waist, his eyes appearing to glow from the light being filtered in from the billboard across the street.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.”

All of the times you thought you had been in love before were nothing compared to what you felt for Matt. You were never terrified to lose anyone before. Nervous, maybe. But never scared. The idea of falling in love with a stranger that could eventually turn into a ghost that took a piece of you with them never filled you with inconsolable dread. The cynicist in you constantly combated with the hopeless romantic. Falling in love was beautiful until it wasn’t. Flowers bloomed vividly and proudly until the cycle of spring was over and winter came to collect the bones. 

A stranger could become the center of your entire universe, rearrange the constellations in your sky to their liking, paint the planets colors they preferred, just to become forgotten rubble at the edges of your orbit.

But you didn’t think you could handle that with Matt. He had never felt like a stranger to you. Even the first night you met him, he had simply felt like a piece of you that was missing. If he was spring, you never wanted to experience another season. If he wanted to rip out the foundation of your universe and start over with plans of his own, he could have it. 

You’d do whatever he wanted except let go.

“Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.”

Matt shook his head slowly as he gazed blankly up at you in pure devotion, his lips splitting into a wide grin while wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to pull you flush against his chest.

“Stop thinking so much and kiss me.”

[metalandmagi]

Winter 2021 Anime Worth Watching!

Since 2020 basically sacrificed itself to give us the most stacked anime season of all time, I’m currently buried under the weight of almost 20 shows airing per week. So for anyone who’s looking for some anime to watch this winter, here’s some first impressions! I’m speed running my list this time by only talking about the new shows...because otherwise this would be my great American novel. 

If anyone’s interested, I have master lists for both 2020 anime and 2019 anime, because there’s no shortage of fun things to find. 

New Shows!

And before anyone asks, So I’m A Spider, So What? isn’t on here, because CG spiders freak me out.

Cells At Work Code Black: This...less comedic spin off of Cells At Work (made by a different studio) takes the wholesome concept of Osmosis Jones meets cute anime girls and turns it on its head. In this much more depressing version, we follow a rookie red blood cell who works in the body of an overly stressed, alcoholic smoker who puts every strain on the body imaginable. I love Red Blood Cell AA2153 and his co-workers, but man am I glad we get the regular Cells At Work airing this season too, because I need something fun and uplifting after seeing my sweet son go through hell every episode. 

*Heaven’s Design Team: Have you ever wondered how God came up with some of the weird ass animals that live on this planet? Like, what’s the deal with giraffes? And why can’t we have dragons and flying horses? Well this is a comedy about the engineers and designers in heaven creating the new animals that are going to inhabit the Earth. That’s it, that’s the show. It’s kind of in the same vein as Cells At Work, having comedy blend with a surprising amount of educational information. If you want something light and funny, this is the show for you (though I don’t think it needs to have full length episodes). I’m just hoping there’s an episode about how the hell the platypus was created. Also it’s the only new one available on Crunchyroll.

Horimiya: A romantic comedy about a girl named Hori who fits the image of a perfect queen bee and a quiet bespectacled boy named Miyamura who never makes an impression at school. When the two meet by chance outside of the classroom, we see that Hori is practically raising a younger brother by herself, and Miyamura is actually a sweet guy who happens to be covered in tattoos and piercings. This show is an exercise in breaking down the images people have of others in their minds, and it’s a concept that really hits home in a fun and meaningful way. Honestly, this has become one of my immediate favorites. The characters have great chemistry, and I can’t wait to see more of them!

Monster Incidents (Kemono Jihen): When big shot Tokyo detective Inugami is called to a rural town to investigate a series of strange animal deaths, he finds a mysterious boy with the nickname Dorotabo who has been shunned by the other children in town. As the detective gets closer to Dorotabo, he discovers that there may be more...inhuman secrets to the boy than he realizes...and Dorotabo discovers that Inugami has some secrets of his own. This is a hard show to sell without spoiling the first episode, but it had twists and turns that kept me engaged from start to finish. I’m really interested to see where the plot goes, because I thought this was going to be something totally different just from the PV and series summary. If it plays its cards right, this could be a great paranormal detective show!

Wonder Egg Priority: A psychological drama about a girl named Ai who starts having dreams about a mysterious egg that promises to give her what she wants most in the world...a true friend. Before long, she begins to see how the dream world and reality are tied together, and trippy antics ensue. It’s hard to say more without spoiling anything, but I had to go back and add this one in because I made the mistake of thinking it was an OVA when it’s actually a full series. And what a series it’s starting out to be. This anime has all the psychological discomfort of a Satoshi Kon product with the beauty and style of something from Kyoani (even though it’s made by Clover Works). It’s really one of those anime you just have to see to understand.

Sk8-∞ (Skate the infinity): An original skateboarding anime from Bones, featuring a typical sports anime protagonist who takes a new transfer student who has never skateboarded in his life under his wing. Together they compete in dangerous races and take the skating community by storm. The character designs rival Appare Ranman’s in outlandish creativity, and I can smell the main characters’ ship dynamic a mile away (considering they’re exactly the same as the protagonists from Robihachi). If you’re looking for some wild and crazy fun with top notch skateboarding animation, don’t skip this!

2.43: Seiin Koukou Danshi Volley-bu (Seiin High School Boys Volleyball Club): Yes, it’s another volleyball anime. And no, it’s not just a clone of Haikyu. This story follows Yuni Kuroba, a physically built but emotionally weak teenager who finds out his childhood friend Hajime is moving back to their hometown for high school. Yuni discovers Hajime has become an exceptional volleyball player and they join their school’s volleyball club hoping to turn the unknown team into a rising star. If anything, this anime is much more like Stars Align or Free, where the sport is a backdrop for letting the characters explore their personal problems. Or at least it seems that way after the first episode. I went into this show ready to throw it in the trash because how could anything compete against my beloved Haikyu, but I found myself really enjoying the dynamics of the main duo and I’m curious to see what the rest of the team is like.

And speaking of sports anime rip-offs…..I can’t believe I’m including this but…

Skate Leading Stars: The show where the animators clearly wanted to design another throw away idol anime but saw how popular Yuri On Ice was so they decided to make whatever the hell this show is instead. It revolves around a fictional team sport called skate leading, and we follow the world’s most insufferable main character, a former figure skater named Kensei who wants to return to the ice and join his school’s skate leading team after he finds out his childhood rival is going to compete in the sport. Look, this show is just trashy enough to get a certain type of audience hooked, and it mainly has to do with the best boy of the winter season, Hayato Sasugai, the aspiring team “coach” who pulled most of us into watching this show with his punk appearance, snide comments and smug personality. He’s basically the lovechild of Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima in a high school sports anime setting. The show treats itself with the perfect amount of sincerity to get away with being absolutely ridiculous most of the time without making you feel like you’re watching it from a dumpster...like Try Knights. You will know after one episode whether this show is for you. All I can say is, Hayato is worth the watch, and I haven’t seen any 3D animation used for the skating scenes (yet) so that’s a win for me. 

Honorable mention:

Jobless Reincarnation ( Mushoku Tensei): Yet another isekai where the main character is hit by a car (big surprise) and gets reincarnated into a fantasy world...but he happens to remember his previous life and narrates himself growing up as a jaded adult. I’m only including this because it looked amazing animation wise, and I love the opening where getting hit by a car and dying is actually traumatic. And I love the protagonist’s parents (who are retired adventurers who just want to bang all the time). But honestly...the main character is the fucking worst, and I don’t know if I want to keep watching it because of how creepy and weird he is. Like...he’s the hit on your fantasy mom as a baby kind of creepy and weird. But for anyone who wants a cool looking isekai that had an amazing PV, it’s worth checking out. 

Continuing Series!

Because the real gold of the season is in all the established anime getting their next seasons, I’m just going to list some of the things that are also amazing and definitely worth checking out if you haven’t already (because I’ve already talked about most of them at some point and don’t know what else to say).

Attack On Titan season 4

The Promised Neverland season 2

Beastars season 2

Log Horizon season 3

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime season 2

Re: Zero season 2 (second cour)

Dr. Stone season 2

Cells at Work season 2

Osomatsu-san season 3 (second cour)

Higurashi New (second cour)

Jujutsu Kaisen (second cour) 

Not to mention all the shows I don’t watch that everyone else loves...like World Trigger (which I have seen quite a bit of, but long shounen shows are too much for me now) Quintessential Quintuplets, and Non Non Biyori. 

So there’s just some of all the anime airing this season. Hopefully, someone can find something they like. Here’s to a great year...well, of anime at least...

[hexhomos]

okay your post (from twt) about the 2010s and american propaganda has been rattling around in my empty noggin rent free what did you MEAN by that? i'm so intrigued like did I fully miss something?

Oh, i mean that it's fairly obvious that the collection of character traits riot used to conceptualize jayce and viktor as a duo of silly game characters upon release fits play-by-the-book red scare / cold war propaganda tropes. Even though Jayce was released later. Bear with me, here we go:

to the left we have THE DEFENDER OF TOMORROW (superman type, piltover aligned, Representing The Hope of the Nation, very blatantly introduced as the strong boastful charming american man with the big hammer) and to the right we have THAT ONE CREEPY GUY WITH THE RUSSIAN ACCENT AND THE DEATH LASER (zaun aligned, cartoonishly 'evil' inhuman antag, whose 'evil plan' involves the conversion and later sublimation of the masses into his ~alienating personal ideology~, oh hey look its literally just the scary communist russian boogeyman that has come to take over america story but we made him a robot that wants to make more robots this time or something.)

My bullshit meter is probably hyper-sensitive by this point because I've been deeply into cape comics and it is such... a prevalent old ass shorthand there lmfao. Legitimately too many to count. The consequences of it being So Old is that we get the dissemination of these archetypes into all sorts of shit; there's hundreds of books movies tv shows etc that utilize this kind of 'antagonist building' to quickly signify which guy you should mistrust bc he sounds 'vaguely immoral communist-russian' and which guy you should root for because 'HE FIGHTS FOR LIBERTY AND PROGRESS AND THE GOOD-NATURED AMERICAN DREAM,' and that's just like. c'mon man. (IIRC during jayce's initial release this dynamic was *already* seen as a concern/problem or in the very least Cringe and people spoke up to have it tweaked, and later during the massive lore overhaul when jayce's first new stories came out talking about viktor doing 'amoral' 'experiments' the same red flags popped up again)

For the sake of comparison: OG viktor can be summarized with "russian grad student goes insane after his work is stolen, locks himself in room, comes out of it a mechanical beast with warped ideals" while OG jayce is "good-hearted american piltovan boy is offered a deal with the devil (viktor)! He rejects it, but the villain steals his crystal! what he doesn't expect is for the boy to teach him a lesson! (everybody claps)" and that was it. They didn't have a big buildup or anything, viktor just showed up in full mecharegalia one day and said 'hey i need that crystal for my crazy experiments' and then jayce beat his ass.

Their settled lore rework has made them a lot more nuanced and palatable as full-fledged characters in my opinion, mainly that by making jayce into the star studded fuck-up and viktor into the guy you're at least inclined to feel sorry for (and by giving them an actual years-long connection) you drum up empathy and tend to think of them as people.

Arcane is... look opinions get really heated here because it's new, and people are allowed to be attached to previous versions of characters, but since i tend to look at it as a movie adaptation set into it's own universe (because it is) i'm mostly just going like heyyyy this looks cool i like this they're nice and touchy feely and doing intricate rituals :) ! yay !

But say you're a casual player in 2012 and you're Not Fucking Reading Bullshit Character Bios; all you know is that shitty knock-off captain america and shitty knock-off red skull are duking it out on the middle of league of legends and you think it's funny because hey, you know these guys! you know this story! 'haha. nice.' you say. tale as old as time. That was the intended vibe.

anyway, what matters is that the internet loves gay little communist bitches these days, and they're most definitely eroding jayce's pure-hearted american goals. life comes at you fast

[dustedmagazine]

2022: Patrick Masterson

Photos by Patrick Masterson

I.

We filter in slowly. Given Sleeping Village is a stroll down the block, it’s inevitable I’m on the early side, but the place is already humming with anticipation by the time I walk in. I order a beer and head to an open booth tucked away in back, where I’m greeted one after the other by guys I call friends and co-workers, an agreeable mix of dudes from two generations. We do some bridge-building as they appear, figure out a couple of us have been to the same shows over the decades and not realized it, y’know, the usual time-killing.

As if this table weren’t proof enough, I look up at one point and note who’s loitering around the bar area: Though a modest youthfulish contingent exists, tonight’s a veritable Post-Punk Dads’ Prom, which in March of 2022 indicates one of two things — and since Wet Leg already came through at the beginning of the month, it could only mean we’re here to see Yard Act play the final date of their first U.S. tour.

Evidently, nothing unites Former Cool Guys on a drizzly night out like a little “angular” guitar and a chatty Loiner with a chip on his shoulder. In a year that would turn out to be studded with top-tier post-punk throwbacks, Yard Act are already ahead of the pack at this point with The Overload’s January release. Coming off a string of Rough Trade-endorsed singles, an EP and a full-length establishing James Smith’s wry, politically minded verbosity over the complementary supporting trio of Ryan Needham’s bass, Jay Russell’s drums and Sam Shjipstone’s guitar, the band is confident rolling into their final stateside set. Just a few days before, they’d played Fallon and announced their arrival to whatever audience still cares about late night TV. I have no idea who that is because I haven’t had cable since 2008 and can’t think of anyone else who does, either, but all the same, it’s sold out.

It comes out in varying degrees depending on the song, but the major takeaway from a live Yard Act set is just how fucking funny they are — more so even than on record. Bands that have decent between-song banter are pretty rare in my experience, usually limited to mumbled thanks or obfuscated in-jokes. Not these guys: Arriving to the stage juiced on whatever the rider offered backstage and clearly fixing to close this tour out in a blaze of minor glory, Smith’s amicable observational prodding immediately endears him to the crowd. Between riffs on deep dish, American candy and overly long, underexplained stories from the road, the band kills, rifling through a grab bag of choons from their limited discography. They’re tight when the music’s going and loose when it’s not. The natural rapport between Needham and Smith is evident as the former keeps the latter — ever more glassy-eyed and garrulous as the set carries on — in check. Years put in with the likes of lesser NME fodder like Post War Glamour Girls and Menace Beach make plain this is not their first rodeo. They can handle us — and do, playing everything everyone wants to hear at just the right levels of volume and sneering, smirking aggression. It’s a thing of beauty. No one leaves unhappy.

I walk home thinking I might’ve just seen my favorite show of the year — and were it not for Yves Tumor the very next night, I’d be correct. I have some spring in my step now, too, and not just on account of the season: I’m about to embark on a massive project at work that got dumped on me the month before and I’m dreading it, but that aside, my personal life slowly feels like it’s crystallizing and I’m having a great week, a great month, fuck, I’m having a great year. How many people can say that in 2022? How many people are riding this kind of high right now? How many people can look up at the sky and feel like the stars are aligned, each one exactly in its right place burning back at them?

It’s hard to be cautious when everything feels like it’s slowly making the sense you always thought was there, but I keep trying to talk myself down from the ledge of this good mood anyway. Still: How real it feels, how unyielding the truth of it seems.

II.

It’s not that I wouldn’t have believed you without seeing it for myself, but there’s something both viscerally funny and viscerally stupid witnessing with your own eyes how we really did fuck it up: Iceland is green and Greenland is ice. That’s what’s running in and out of my head on the second leg of a return journey from Helsinki, where I’ve just been for an extended early August weekend because I’m an idiot who’s wholly incapable of taking a nice, normal, relaxing vacation somewhere with beaches and 500-page books you can read in two nights and big meals wearing bad shirts with bogus floral prints. No, my idea of a good time is winging it in a country where I don’t speak a lick of the language — don’t even pretend to understand how declensions work there, frankly — and all the words on the signs are too long and I don’t like seafood so I’m probably never going to be a good fit for the place even though it may as well be Michigan for how it looks and I realize too late my SIM card doesn’t work but Instagram still does for some dumb reason and what the fuck am I paying T-Mobile, an international conglomerate that recently bought out Sprint and changed my bill but not my capability, all this money for every month, anyway? Why did I have to rely on an old high school acquaintance, who’s really my brother’s friend’s brother, to get around via e-scooter in Estonia? Why can’t I just shut up and take in a scenic mountain or the quiet crash of an ocean view like a normal person?

On this plane, it feels less draining to imagine Iceland and Greenland are called opposite things. That I can handle.

Before I boarded back in Finland, where I managed one last European pint at the airport bar that was alarmingly close to my gate, I sent one of the longest text messages I’ve ever written, one I spent practically the whole summer composing. Through visits to new breweries, a jaunt to Indiana to check out the Bob Ross museum and set a Guinness record applying a new coat to the world’s largest ball of paint, discovering I hate driving Teslas, Wisconsin, wherever, there it sat idling on my phone — fully formed coming out of my dreams every morning, unfinished in new and unique ways every night before bed. I’d read the fragments over and over again, sleeping on hidden arcs and previously unconsidered angles, gradually edging toward some kind of conclusion, if not resolution. You can’t know what happens after you push send, but I’d been here before; I’d sent almost this exact same message before, in fact. A hideous Hail Mary, a prayer to God, the best I can offer. What I had the moment I sent it were my words.

The weekend before I was slated to leave for this trip, I took it upon myself to sneak in some internal reviews for the radio station I’ve been volunteering at as long as I’ve been in Chicago, 15 years, Jesus, who knew I’d last that long in any capacity as an adult? There’s no great mystery to it: An enormous Google spreadsheet lists all the records we’ve imported but don’t have a review and FCC profanity notes on. It sounds silly and it’s invisible work to a listener, but these short blurbs help DJs sound more informed on air and guide them on what (and more importantly, what not) to play, a system founded in college radio and still alive in the select places they still allow for this kind of thing.

I chance upon TV Priest’s My Other People on account of some very hasty notes from whomever imported it, throw it on, let it run for a bit. I leave it through “Slideshow,” through “Bury Me in My Shoes,” both of which I find pleasantly catchy on a cursory listen. I leave it on some more as I catch up on the news. I leave it on so long, in fact, that I finish the record and immediately feel the urge to play it again from the top, something I’d been missing in music for large chunks of 2022. I think to myself after a first run through that, hey, this is pretty good; I think halfway through a second spin, listening much closer now, that, hey, this is really good; and by the time I’m finished with it again, I think this is improbably my favorite album of the year. I check to see when they’re touring next and practically burst out laughing when I see they’re in town at Beat Kitchen down the street the very next night. In less than 48 hours, I’ve gone from never having heard of this band before to enthusiastically walking out the door of their first Chicago tour date.

Here’s a theory I turned over in my mind that weekend: TV Priest is the band everyone thinks Idles is. I don’t mean any disrespect to the latter; they’re a fine band and if that’s your thing, good on you and them both. But there’s an element of gravitas to the London quartet — an almost Morrissey-like flair for the dramatic in Charlie Drinkwater’s soaring-and-roaring baritone, Nic Bueth’s leaden bass and Ed Kelland’s drumwork that may as well be actual anchors, and the tones Alex Sprogis takes with his guitars — that to me feels more weathered, more adult, a brusque tenderness shaved off in Idles’ more pitched punk. (Not for nothing, but I also saw four guys separately walk into Beat Kitchen behind me with Idles shirts on.) It’s a perfect blend of Associates and Fugazi, brutal and beautiful post-punk elegance ensuing from the end of an empire. I must’ve played “House of York” 200 times if I played it once in the days following the show and that one didn’t even make an album. Many are working in this vein right now, but hardly anyone did it better in 2022.

I am thinking that as “Sunland” plays again and the shine of the real thing above off the white expanse below blinds me. Who’d have thought I’d end up directly next to a guy who was also meeting his brother from New York City in Helsinki for the weekend? Incredible odds. Life is funny like that sometimes. A weekend fueled by croissants and a free upgrade to an automatic-equipped Volkswagen Passat and sun, always the fucking sun up there, they weren’t kidding about that, either, there were more than a few times during this trip when I thought maybe I just wouldn’t come back. Fuck a SIM card, anyway. It’s all just reformed elements, it’s all just numbers on numbers, it’s all just someone else’s profit, right? It’s all just some pointless collapsing star.

Slumped toward sunlight with my head against the fuselage watching infinite white topography shimmer as it passes — Greenland is ice, I promise you that really is it, there’s nothing else down there — I’m playing TV Priest on a busted old iPod and making mental preparations to be apart for an unknown period of time again, stuck in a familiar loop with the voices in my head rolling over the same old questions years long from different angles, chewing on emotional errata and heated fragments past, phrasing the most basic mysteries in different ways and pointlessly expecting some kind of clarity to fall from the flaring, to rise from the ice and reveal itself. The self-interrogation never stops: When do I finally stop being so stubborn about everything that matters, stop taking the harder road, stop thinking too much and feeling too much more? Why am I like this, why can’t I ever see the answers until I’ve asked the right questions a fraction too late? Why am I too slow to understand the truth when it’s not explained to me? Why do I bother believing in anything?

I shut my eyes for a moment, the skin of my lids carry a familiar heft. Honestly, I’m tired of thinking and I’m ready to leave all of this; I’ve never been more ready, maybe. The plane never shudders skeptically, but still I’m there in my seat alone in a metal tube suspended 30,000-plus feet in the air hurtling through space, through life, at 500 mph wondering: What if this is it, what if this is all there was? What happens back home, back there, that place I don’t love enough to want to return to but can’t seem to leave? What am I going to do when my words finally, inevitably fall short, when the best I offer is rotting roses and garbled prayer and a Hail Mary read all wrong? And what if I settle for what happens after that, what if this isn’t all there was? What if good enough is good enough?

Patrick Masterson

[td-scenarios]

How they react to seeing their S/O crying

First scenarios are a go!

Cody

Will most definitely start panicking at your status and start asking you various questions.

“Are you okay? Did I do something? Do you need space? Should I hug you? Do I need to punch someone?” And you better believe he’ll do that last one based off that one scene of him and Duncan in World Tour.

Goes and brings his stash of candy to you for you to enjoy

If you don’t need space at the moment but instead comfort, you better believe this boy will turn into the biggest cuddlebug. His arms just wrapping around your entire body and him resting his head into the crook of your neck. Would totally start kissing you all over the face until you smiled and were laughing as you told him to stop in a lighthearted manner

Trust me, Cody is not leaving until there’s a smile on your face. Even if you ask for some space he’ll be sending you memes or stupid little drawings.

Also would totally do the really cheesy thing of wiping away your tears and resting the palm of his hand on your cheek so that you can lean into it.

Scott

Doesn’t really understand what’s going on at first. He’s clever, but he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed at times.

“Why are you crying? It better not be somethin’ stupid, cuz, ya know, back on the farm-” cue you punching him in the face or on the shoulder

That’s when he’s like ‘Oh fuck, something is ACTUALLY wrong. Oh no this is a time where  I have to step up as a boyfriend oh no oh no’

Him awkwardly being all “So....um....what’s wrong?”

His face absolutely breaking upon seeing your shattered expression. Protective boyfriend mode = activated.

“Did someone hurt you? Babe, you better believe that I’ll go and make their life a living hell, trust me.” And then you just slowly shaking your head no and leaning your head onto his chest, which just makes this big softie melt.

Y’all cuddling for a long time until you eventually fall asleep on him and he’s just brooding on the fact that if someone did cause it, he really was gonna go and  beat them up, He doesn’t make idle threats, but for now, it’s just calm between the two of you.

Brick

He gets back from running one of his bi-hourly jogs with Jo to see your form shaking from under a blanket in the cabin. Since you’re under the blanket, he can only assume you’re not cold and immediately comes to the conclusion that you are upset

“Y/N! What has got you feeling so blue right now?” He would try to lower his voice for you, but his same tone only wavers a bit. Habits and all that.

You already know that this sweet boy will drop whatever other plans he had for today to stay in the cabin and comfort you until you were better.

He’d try to suggest going outside and getting some fresh air, but you two would go out for a bit and you’d either see the person who upset you or get reminded of your homesickness or whatever else made you sad, so you two would just go back inside.

Brick being Brick would probably find a way of accidentally making you laugh and he’ll just continue with that until you forgot why you were sad in the first place. 

Mike

Taking a break from the others, Mike finds you sitting on a rock near the beach with your head buried into your folded arms. He instantly comes jogging up to your side and sits across from you, gently saying your name which gets you to look up. When you ask for alone time, he softly shakes his head.

“I can’t leave you until I make sure you’re okay, Y/N. You know me, it’s good knowing that the people I care about are good.” Those words kind of put a smile on your face as you look at the gap toothed boy.

Mike counts this as the start of working your mood back up. He wouldn’t want to make you more sad by making you talk about what upset you, so instead he decides to start telling you funny stories of shenanigans his alters have caused.

“They’re quite the cast! I remember when Manitoba was really proud of himself for digging up some new material, but the guy was already a little bit tired so instead he was just holding some dried cow patty! Vito wouldn’t let him live it down for weeks!” More and more stories of that caliber, all of which would make you giggle in some way or another.

At some point, Mike ends up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and it’s become night time so you’re both just looking up into the stars. A nice serene way to forget about what was plaguing your mind earlier

Dakota

“O M G, babe, are you okay? Your skin is getting a little blotchy.” You would wince a little bit at that prompting her to apologize as you wipe one side of your face with your hand.

The blonde would sit next to you on the cabin bed and ask that you “spill the tea, sugar.

After telling her what’s wrong, she insists on taking care of you for the rest of the day. Bringing you any food she can scour off the island, asking the other teens of the cast to leave the two of you alone, and once your crying dies down a bit she starts doing your makeup.

“I like doing your makeup so much because it gives me a great view of your gorgeous face.”

This comment of Dakota’s immediately gets the waterworks started up again.

She starts panicking, thinking she said something wrong while carefully putting her makeup brushes down. You just shake your head and hug her tightly, to which she’s confused about, but reciprocates anyways.

Leshawna

This girl immediately hugs you as soon as she sees how distressed you are. She gives the best hugs ever, I would know, Fresh TV told me.

“Alright baby, tell me what’s got your feathers in a bunch! Leshawna will make all the problems go away.” Her voice is so calming at that point that you break down even more and choke out what’s been bothering you.

If it is someone, she would definitely start making threats, but wouldn’t dare to leave you alone in this state, so whoever did this to you would definitely get some knuckle sandwiches later.

The girl would take you back to her cabin and lay both of y’all down on her bed and softly sing to you (even if it’s not the best, it’s endearing.) Until you fall asleep in eachother’s arms.

Leshawna would be the first to wake up and would smile upon seeing your face, now with a soft smile instead of the heartbreaking expression it carried mere hours before. You were definitely her everything.

Heather

She really wants to keep up her mean façade like she does in front of everyone and say “ew, you’re showing emotions right now?” or something like that, but she decides that she could never do that to you. Even if anyone else was watching her at the moment.

Heather would take a seat next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “Tell me what’s up.” And before you could say anything she interrupts, “and no, I won’t tell anyone what you tell me. I would never.” She made sure to keep both her hands up so you could see that she wasn’t crossing her fingers.

You let out a sigh and then hesitantly began telling her what’s up.

“Are you kidding? Hun, you need to put your game face on! Come with me.” She then grabs your hand and takes you around to do calming activities all around the island. Being bitchier to everyone else, but the most soft, kind, caring person in the world for you. She doesn’t let go of your hand at all just to let you know she’s there.

At the end of your day together, your tears long forgotten, both of you sat on a blanket watching the sunset, she looks over at you. “You ready to go kick some loser butt?” She says with a smirk, you sniffle a bit and nod yes. “Cool, lets go.” Her hand finally leaves yours, which saddens you, but she waits for you so you can head back to camp together. Who knew you could go a whole day with your girlfriend without her being TOO focused on the million?

Dawn

You thought you had found a quiet spot to let your feelings free under a shaded tree that may be capable of eating you any second, but how wrong you were. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a familiar soft voice speak, “your aura is stained with anguish. What is plaguing you so?”

Dawn’s statement startled you out of your tears for a bit until you began to explain to her what had happened with a shaky voice and it all became too much so you stopped talking.

The look on her face gave away that she knew more than she let on.

“Here Y/N breathe with me.” You would give her a confused look but go along with it since your girlfriend was weirdly knowledgeable in some areas.

“Very good. You’re shaky, but there’s nothing your position won’t fix. Here follow what I do.” Dawn got into a position perfect for breathing exercises and you followed suit. “Your chakras will align in the median in your body and your mind will be freed of its chains, do not be afraid.” She repeated the affirmations in a hushed tone as you two breathed with one another.

It was actually pretty calming. The sounds of the toxic island along with Dawn’s hushed voice made for the perfect aura around you two and you can’t remember a time when you have felt so at peace.

“I can sense that your aura is back to its normal state. Are you feeling any better?” The different words took you out of your zen and you looked up at her and nodded, which made her smile.

“That is nice to hear. Would you like to go look at the flowers with me?

[ppersonna]

indulgence - jjk | m

love of mine, won't you lay by my side and rest your weary eyes before we're out of time? give me one last kiss for soon such distance will stretch between our lips - as much as i ever could, city and colour

↳ summary- Sometimes your boyfriend Jungkook reminds you how much you love him by doing absolutely nothing at all.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 3.8k

↳ pairing- jungkook x reader

↳ genre- fluffy smut, smutty fluff, whatever you wanna call it. its got fluff and smut, established relationship

↳ warnings- oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, real hot love making, squirting? sure, unprotected sex (condoms are cool use them)

↳ a/n- lindy is in her feels apparently because this was supposed to be hot and kinky and i just made it real romantic but whatever dskgjkg. thanks to @sugarly-laysa​ for requesting jk smut i hope this is good for you, booboo  ily all thanks for reading!! feel free to come chat with me, request smth, tell me how your day is, etc etc etc.  enjoy cute babie jk being cute.

You’re not sure why the universe decided you are lucky enough to be the one to love Jeon Jungkook, but as you trudge into your apartment after an inexplicably horrific day at work, you realize you should thank your lucky stars for aligning just right to make him yours.

Jungkook doesn’t realize you’re home.  He’s too distracted at the sink, hands soapy as he scrubs at the dishes from the day.  He’s wearing those jeans you love, the ones that fit him tightly and show off his perfectly shaped ass and toned thighs.  He’s singing off key to his own songs, hips rolling in a minute version of his carefully practiced choreography.  He performs for the dishes only, unaware of the audience of one in the doorway.  

A smile that hasn’t broken through the cloud of despair all day makes its way on to your lips without you even noticing.

Jungkook is like the lighthouse in the storm.  He guides you home and keeps you safe from crashing and burning. His presence brings you safe harbor and you find yourself able to be at peace no matter what, as long as he’s there keeping his light on for you.

You don’t announce your presence.  You’re unwilling to end his show too early.  He continues scrubbing at pots, often flinging his watery hands around the room as he continues to dance like he’s performing at Seoul Olympic Stadium all over again.  Although his movements are jerky and unrefined now in his multitasking and his singing is definitely a pitch or two off, he pours his heart into the private performance.  

It makes your heart clench.  You love how much he loves his career, his life.  He’s grown up in it—it's the only world he knows and yet it still hasn’t tainted him.  He grew into a man capable of so much more than just singing and dancing, and you loved watching him blossom with every passing year.

Jungkook has clearly taken care to clean the entire house today.  You hadn’t asked him, and truthfully you never needed to.  He was as good of a partner as you could get.  He never felt you should be responsible for household tasks.  He took care of his own things, like a grown man should.  He adored it when you helped, washed his clothes for him or cleaned up his mess after a night of gaming, but whatever you gave to him, he did back for you plus some.

As you lean against the wall, staring at the love of your life popstar boyfriend pretending to be a popstar, wooden spoon as microphone and all, you recognize you’re the luckiest girl in Korea.  Maybe even the world.

Jungkook is pirouetting around as he hits his high notes of ‘ON’ and shakily ends his solo in a deep lunge.  It breaks you from your silent role, a laugh finally making its way out and he snaps his eyes open and blushes.

“Hi,” he says sheepishly.  He holds the spoon in both clasped hands, as if to signify he totally wasn’t just singing into it like a microphone.

“Hi,” you reply.  Your coat and shoes come off, bag hung on the hook, and you make your way to him. 

“You washed the dishes,” you state as you approach.  He looks confused for a moment.

“Yeah, I made lunch earlier so I wanted to get them cleaned up.”  His confusion is apparent, unable to decipher the look in your eyes.

You’re staring at him with heat, an undeniable hunger.  The fact that Jeon Jungkook is yours and is in your kitchen doing his own dishes hits you hard.  It soaks you to the core.  Maybe it’s the domestic side of you, but you’re absolutely salivating at the thought he cleaned the kitchen and his mess with no problem.  He didn’t even do it to impress you, he just did it.  And you’re aching for him.

You’re slowly lowering yourself to your knees and Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Wh-what are you doing? You just got home from work.” 

“I’m going to suck your cock.”  Your words are simple, and it makes him shiver.

“But why?”  The bulge in his pants grows regardless of his suspicion.

Your hands make their way up his solid thighs, muscles rippling under your favorite pair of jeans he owns, until they land at his button and fly.

“Because I really, really, really want to suck your cock until you cum down my throat.  Then I might do it again.”

He stifles a groan and nearly drops the wooden makeshift microphone from his grip.  

“Not that I’m complainin-ahhh...” he gasps as you pull his pants and underwear down to his knees and his cock springs free. “Shit—I mean I’m down but is there a reason?”

Your hands rub at his thighs once more and you smile sweetly at him.  

“Because I am in love with you.”

Jungkook is still confused. You know he wants to ask more, but your hand grips his length and all questions fly out of his mind as fast as they enter. 

“Okaaayy,” he sighs.  

He wants to tip his head back in bliss as you pump your hand, but he also wants to maintain eye contact with you.  How can he not? You’re gazing up at him as if he’s the one responsible for putting all the stars in the sky—like he lit every single one of them for you.  The intensity is intoxicating to both of you.

You can’t move your eyes away from him.  They trace over the lines of his face, the smoothness of his skin, the way his hair falls onto his forehead with just the perfect swoop.  You’re seeing him through fresh eyes for a moment, and it feels like you’re drunk.

“I love you,” you murmur as your lips move closer to him.  Jungkook sighs and lets his eyes close for a moment.  He can feel the heat of your breath on his tip, you’re sure of that, and as much fun as it is to tease him you can’t bring yourself to do it tonight when you’re so desperate to make him feel good.

“I love you too,” he coos. “Especially when you come home and wanna blow me immediately.”  He grins cheekily as he opens his eyes back up and looks at you.  Jungkook can’t stay serious in a situation to save his life.  Leave it to him to still try to make you smile when you’re about to milk his cock dry with your mouth.

“I should do it more often,” you assess as your tongue flicks out at the head.  You let it rub gently at the slit at the top where moisture has accumulated.  It tastes salty, it tastes like him.  

“You should?” He questions with a hiss at the feel of you.  “I mean, yeah, you should.”  He corrects himself and bites his lip.  Your tongue is still laving at the surface of his head, a sweet torture that makes his knees feel weak. 

“You did the dishes,” you repeat as your tongue now slides down his shaft.  It follows down the underside, the vein guiding you towards his pelvis and down to his balls.  You allow yourself to spend some time there, licking and sucking at them lightly.

“Oh f-fuck,” he gasps. “If this is what I get for doing the dishes, I’ll do them m-more.”  

You hum in reply as you suction them into your mouth and swirl them gently.  Your hand remains on his thick length, gently pumping and caressing him to keep him stimulated.  You can tell he’s losing his mind.  He’s been caught off guard and is now getting his cock worshipped by you.  You’re still in your work clothes—oxford shirt and tight skirt.  It makes Jungkook even harder, if that is possible.  He likes the idea that you literally couldn’t wait another second to get his dick in your hot little mouth.

You release him from your mouth and he moans at the feeling of the air on the moistened skin.  

“Fuck,” he whines. “You’re so hot.”

You smile up at him again as you kiss his length, punctuating each spot on his dick with a press of your lips. You trail back up to the head where he’s leaked more pre-cum, and you waste no time in wrapping your lips around the tip and suckling lightly.

“Shit!” He yelps at the sudden pleasure.  “Oh, my god.”

He’s going to lose the ability to speak coherently, you both know it.  He can last until you’re taking him into your throat, then he may as well be speaking a foreign language.  You never understand what he’s saying except the occasional gasp of your name.  You can’t wait until he gets there tonight.  You love sucking him stupid.

Your mouth accepts more of him in, tongue lapping at any surface it can as you pull him in deeper to your mouth.  He’s sighing his ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s like a proper gentleman, and one soapy hand comes to rest at your hair.  He gently pushes back any bangs or stray sections of hair that threaten to impede your pursuit.  He holds your hair back gently and watches you close.

Doe's eyes look back at him and soon you’ve got him buried inside you.  Tip to the back of your throat, your nose buried in the light splatters of hair at his base.  He is whimpering now, can’t believe a few minutes ago he was washing the dishes and now he’s balls deep in your throat.  

“Babe, oh my god,” he’s trying hard not to stutter.  He feels like he could cum, but he wants more.  He begs his body to behave, to let you have your way with him.  “S-so good.”

It pleases you; the approval rolling over your body like fine silk.  His voice is shaky and getting close to the sexy, fucked out sound that has you dripping.  

You allow him to rest inside your throat for a moment, swallowing around him to allow him the feel of the tightness, before you’re pulling away and starting a pace of bobbing your head up and down on him.  You never let your eyes leave his.  Even when he’s closing them in pleasure, you maintain constant contact with his.

He looks back down at you and feels his body quake.  You look incredible, still all dressed up and made up, red lips wrapped around his cock and bobbing a pace that gets him closer to the edge than he’d like to admit.  

His cock feels heavy on your tongue and it’s exhilarating.  You almost wish you could be attached to his cock at all times, sucking him until he’s had his fill for a few moments, then returning to the action.  You kick yourself for all the times you’ve not been sucking his dick.

Your hand joins in to assist your plight, fist gripping the areas of his cock you cannot reach with your mouth alone and pumping in time with your head bobs.  His cock quickly slicks up with your saliva and it’s easy to stroke him with the lubrication.

“Ohhhhh, fuuuu-,” he whines.  You smile at yourself.  You’ve made it.  You’re at the place where Jungkook forgets his native language and begins speaking a new one that only he is capable of translating.  He groans out unintelligible syllables, and it makes you go even faster knowing he’s past the point of no return.  

“Be-,..” he gasps. “Bayb-... Gonna cum.”  He warns.  His thighs are quivering and you allow the hand that isn’t stroking his perfect cock to completion to rest on one solid muscle, hoping it will help still the seizing in his legs.   You don’t slow down, don’t stop for a single second as you know he’s so near the edge.

You can tell by his facial expressions when he’s about to hit his high.  His moans go from loud and echoing around the room to silent, mouth agape in noiseless rapture.  His eyes close tight and his body tenses.  If he was naked, like he normally is when you’re doing this, you would see his abs tense so hard that a defined six-pack is on display like a little reward for sucking his dick so well.  His neck veins become more prominent and you can tell that with just a few more sucks, a little lick here and a nice hard pump there,

He’s cumming.  You feel the heat of his seed spill into your mouth and you slow your motions but don’t stop, never stop, as you coax as much of him out as you can.  His silence is broken as he groans in time with each pulse of his cock.

It’s a few seconds later when he comes back to reality, when he’s restored with the ability to speak a language you both know.

You pull away from him only when you feel his cock weaken, soften, inside of your mouth.  You release him and give him a show of your open mouth and hot white cum loaded on your tongue.  Like you want to savor each drop, not let a single drip go uncherished. It’s a fine dessert, you want to appreciate the flavor forever.

The act makes Jungkook groan.

“What the fuck,” he pants.  “That was so fucking good.”

You smile and close your mouth, allowing the pooled liquid to slide down your tongue.  For the first time that night, you allow yourself to close your eyes and relish.  It’s a familiar taste, the flavor of Jeon Jungkook that is incredibly addictive.  It tastes like home.  It tastes like love.  A high rushes through your veins, more powerful than any drug, of that you’re certain.  You feel drunk and euphoric.

He notices this and smiles at you.  His cock is still out, hanging out of his jeans awkwardly, but neither of you care.  He cups a hand on the side of your face and lets his thumb stroke your cheek gently.  

“You’re so good to me,” he whispers.  You open your eyes now, level them to look at the man above you.  He holds your face delicately and the penetrating stare he returns is adoring.  You are his prized possession—in his eyes you are appraised higher than any of the glittering gold awards lining your shelves.  

“I love you,” he states.  “Not just because you sucked the life out of me.”

There it is again, his cheeky jesting that captured you in the first place.  You slip a laugh from your lips as your hands unbutton your top.  You’re staring at each other and intention is written in the gaze.  He never wavers from your watch.  He doesn’t move his glance elsewhere as your top falls to the floor and your bra soon joins it.  He’s maintaining his firm sight as you slip the skirt off.  

Jungkook pushes the jeans to the floor and steps out of them.  There’s no talking, no dialogue.  No dirty talk, no kinky banter.  His plain shirt joins the rest of the discarded clothing items and he stalks to you and lays you down on the hardwood floor of your kitchen. 

It’s so heated, the surrounding energy, that it warms your skin in the otherwise cool air.  Jungkook radiates so much it’s palpable.  He presses his lips to yours and kisses you deeply, tongue immediately sliding inside as he’s desperate to taste himself on you, to solidify the notion you are his and he is inside you, both physically and metaphorically.  

His hand runs down your body as you kiss and suck at each other's lips.  It’s like kissing him for the first time all over again the way your body reacts.  Your veins feel as if they’ve been dipped into lava, it boils through your entire body and threatens to melt your core.  His fingers rub at your breasts for a moment.  He’d ordinarily spend time on them, but tonight is different.  Tonight there is one mission between the two of you, and that is to have him buried inside your tiny cunt as soon as he can.

The hand slips further. It caresses the smooth skin of your stomach and slowly sweeps down to your core where he feels the full extent of your love, of your arousal.  You’re drenched and have been since you first spotted him with his hands deep in soapy water and his own lyrics belting out of his mouth.   He doesn’t bother with foreplay—there’s no need tonight.  He’s sure he’ll be able to slip inside you with ease.  He allows a finger to run over your clit and gather up wetness there, before he drags it up and pulls away from your lips to lick your taste into his mouth.  It’s only fair he has you inside as you do him.  

The act has you gasping for air, lungs feeling as if you’re breathing underwater.  

He lines his cock up easily, finding it as if it’s magnetized to point to the true north of your center.  

His lips press against yours again as he pushes into you.  The stretch burns, matching the burning of the blood and the heat on your skin.  The feeling of him stretching you and filling you make you feel whole and complete.  You love the way his head nudges at your cervix, the way it kisses the tip with each thrust.

Jungkook sighs happily as he sinks in to the hilt.  You’re replying with your own assortment of moans and praises, kissing his lips hungrily as he starts movement between your hips.  His pace is slow and gentle.  He pulls out nearly all the way before he spears himself in again. He keeps his eyes on yours, watches the way your plump lips still covered in red lipstick opens and closes in awe and in fulfillment.  You’re boring into his own gaze, attempting to convey just how right he feels, how you’ve never felt an intense love-making as the one you’re engaged in now on the hardwood of your kitchen. 

You’re tight around him and he’s sure he’s close to the edge again.  He feels your channel tighten with each thrust in and it encourages him to ever so gently increase his speed until the sound of skin slapping is timing out a pace like a metronome.  He indulges in the feeling of your silken walls and the way it slicks up his cock and pulls him back in tight, desperately.

He lets a hand run back down you, meets your joined centers at the hood of your clit where he rubs circles around the nub.  It hits you hard as he murmurs his love and affection for you.  He whispers his devotion to you, to your body and soul, to your cunt.  He tells you he never wants to pull out of you, wishes he could bury himself inside the wet heat of your pussy for eternity. He’s never felt like this before, and he lets you know with each thrust of his hips, each roll of your clit around his finger.  

Your orgasm is approaching, you feel it not just in your core but nearly to your very bones.  It’s slithering its way up and wraps around your body, threatening to take over at any moment's notice.  You notice your words have run dry, that the sounds leaving you are as unintelligible as his and you realize you’re not so different.  He’s fucking you stupid and you feel it. 

“C-cumming!” You whine as your thighs tighten.  He powers through and continues his motions. 

“Cum for me,” he whispers.  “Cum, my love.  I love making you cum.”  

He doesn’t want to be dirty, doesn’t want to make you think of whips or chains that are fun on other nights right now.  He wants you to think of him.  Only him and the way the simple act of him being inside you and loving you has you coming completely undone.  You need no more, your body listens to Jungkook’s coaxing and releases you completely.  It hits like a hurricane and makes your body shake.  You feel wetness flooding your legs and if you were conscious enough, you’d recognize you’re quite literally squirting, but all you can feel is hot, white, deeply rooted pleasure that has you screaming and your body singing.  

Jungkook loses it as you soak his cock.  His body reacts to the knowledge he just made you squirt all over his dick from his slow and methodical pace, and he’s losing himself inside you.  His cock pulses with the intensity of his orgasm, as if it hadn’t just been given one earlier that rocked him entirely.  He pumps himself into you and stills as he feels himself finally stop filling you.  He doesn’t leave, still desires the ability to remain inside you all day, every day.

He kisses you again.  You’re panting and slick and wet and realizing now that you’ve just creamed yourself and your boyfriend on the floor of your kitchen, but when he kisses you, it doesn’t matter.  You don’t care as he presses his chest into yours and kisses you so hard he forgets to breathe, forgets he needs anything at all other than you. His body reminds him of his mortality and he pulls away, cum slicked hand coming up to move your sweaty hair from your face.

There’s no talking. There isn’t a need. You exchange enough between each other with the passion in your eyes and the softness in your grasp.

He holds you like he’s afraid to lose you and he lays himself down on the floor beside you, cock still resting inside your warmth.  He strokes his hand through your hair and down your back and over the hills and valleys of your curves. He sketches into your skin his love by the graze of his fingers and sucks your lips to his to embrace you fully.  He loves you.  You love him.  You both have never felt a love like this, one that encompasses you completely and shelters you from anything else.

Jungkook, always unable to maintain a sense of decorum, idly thinks he should wash the dishes more often.

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[icollectyoursins]

Jonathan Joestar x Reader x Dio Brando NSFW

Anon asked for "may i request a spicy jonathan x reader x dio sandwich 😳👉👈 extra kinky please omg,,, 🖤

In typical fanfic writer fashion, I looked up when lube was invented because well... there is no way you’re taking either of these boys without it. It wasn’t invented until 1904 (I think), but Vaseline was a common lube-like substance that was used instead which was invented in 1872. The more you know! I also looked up what kinds of toys they would have used back in the 1880s and... the history of sex toys is fascinating. 

While I’m rambling, this is going to be a long one, just to fit all the “kinky” stuff in, so bear with me. It’s been a while, I know, but it’s very long and I was on break for a bit trying to relax. Anyway, enjoy!

You had arrived at the Joestar household expecting a normal dinner with Jonathan and Dio, but things go a little awry after two of you share a drink. Whatever was in those glasses was, you certainly didn’t mind if it got you between the bodies of two very attractive men.

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WARNINGS: Making out, mentions of “drugging” I guess, something in the drink makes them very horny, but still able to consent, light riding, Jonathan is too big, so they move on, threesome, belts used as handcuffs, lube (not named, but it’s Vaseline), spitroast x2 (they switch), rough fucking, choking, face fucking, blowjobs, facials.

Word Count: 2578

     Desperate lips crashed together as you clumsily tumbled into the room backwards with Jonathan never breaking the kiss. The door closed behind him and you two gasped, hot breath tickling your faces. You weren’t apart for long and he quickly pulled you back, claiming your lips once again. A part of you questioned how this happened, but mostly you were consumed by his kiss.

     The evening had started relatively normal with you coming over for dinner, drinks were passed around between you, Jonathan and Dio. The next thing you know, you’re practically climbing on top of him, vehemently exploring his body while he did the same. Not wanting to embarrass yourselves, you quickly tried to run to a room so you could be more private.

     You both moaned as he made his way down your neck, gently pressing kisses into your supple skin. Now that you thought about the quickly finished dinner more, you realized someone was missing. Where was Dio? He sat at the table with you, ate with you and then once the drinks came around and your insatiable lust quickly flooding your senses, you lost sight of him.

     You ran your fingers through Jonathan’s hair, relishing in the way he shivered. Finally, you parted, swiftly shucking off your clothes before exploring each other’s bodies, basking in the warmth. It didn’t really matter where Dio was right now. You just wanted-

     “Jonathan.” You breathed, running your hands up his chest, enticing him into another kiss.

     “I know,” he said, panting heavily. His mind quickly raced with what to do, panicking. He’d never felt like this before, so... needy. “On the bed. Now, please.”

     You nodded once, leading him by the hand towards the edge. Strong arms lifted you up, switching your positions so he was lying on it with you on top of him, straddling his waist. You could feel his erection bumping against your behind as he got more comfortable. No more time was wasted and you quickly aligned yourself with the tip, taking a deep breath as you slowly slipped onto him.

     A cry bubbled up from your throat as just the tip stretched you. His hands massaged into your hips, trying to soothe you. You shook your head no. He was too big to take like this. He lifted your hips up again, pulling you close against his chest, whispering into your ear.

     “It’s okay, don’t worry.” Jonathan sat up, still holding you close. “We can do something else. Here, let me-” 

     He switched your positions again, crouching between your legs. Gentle kisses were trailed down towards your genitals, making the anticipation rise up in you quicker. Finally, he got to where you both wanted him. A final kiss was placed above your genitals, then-

     A cold laugh echoed from the door, making the hair on your arms stand up. You immediately started covering each other with various pillows and blankets, hiding from the hungry stare boring into you. Dio. A cool smile was painted on his face. Another hissed laugh passed over his lips, growing louder the hotter your face got.

     “Dio, we can explain!” You began. 

     “Ooh. I believe you, (Y/N).” You felt like you were falling in on yourself under his gaze. “Tell me, how do you feel?”

     “We’re fine!” Jonathan shouted defensively. He must have known more than you. It was an odd question, but you weren’t sure why he was-

     Dio’s eyes fell on you and suddenly everything felt different. Your mind started to quell its fear, focusing more on how soft his lips would feel against yours, how easy it would be to lift you up, manhandling you like you were nothing. There was a jump in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him. You wanted both of them.

     Suddenly you zoomed back down to earth. You were pressed up against him, already kissing any part of him you could. How did you get here? Did you care? He stared down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. You were pulled closer to him, then one of his hands started to roam further and further down.

     “We don’t want to keep our little pet waiting, do we, Jojo.” Oh. Oh, god. Both?

     Jonathan shuddered while Dio brought you back towards the bed. Your lips were captured by his, quickly overpowering you. It made you melt how almost addictive his kiss was. Another set of hands danced along your back. The warmth between the two of them was lovely. 

     His clothes were quickly discarded to the side while the other fought for your attention, leaving sweet, but desperate kisses along your shoulders. His hands wrapped around to your front, teasing your nipples. You could feel his hard length against your lower back. Dio returned to you, pulling you away from Jonathan and into a rough kiss. 

     “Let me show you how to do it right, Jojo.” He seethed, bending you over the bed and lining his already erect cock with your ass. He let it slide between your cheeks a few times before he grabbed a glass jar that had previously been in his pocket. Your intended partner, however, made his way around to the front, looking down at you apologetically. 

     Without thinking, you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly jerking it. A shocked cry racked through his body, shocked by the touch. Jonathan had never felt as turned on as he did now. Whatever willpower he had before was completely gone now with the temptation of your lips brushing against the tip of his cock. 

     Dio lathered a slick substance around your hole, slipping one of his fingers in to test your tightness. Now, it was your turn to moan. God, even his finger felt big, you could only imagine what the rest of him felt like. The more his digit fucked into you, the more your mind was fogged over with lust, shallowly pushing your hips back to get more friction. With a malicious chuckle, he complied, quickly working you up to two fingers and then three.

     You couldn’t help the free moans that came out of you, much to his annoyance. His free hand slammed down on your head, forcing you to swallow as much of Jonathan’s cock as you could. Finally, your mewls were muffled. “Peace and quiet at last. Keep them like that, Jojo. Greedy whore.”

     The room was quickly filled with the sounds of Jonathan’s sweet cries as you happily lavished him, sucking in more and more. Dio soon got bored of fingering you and pulled them out with a smack to your ass, leaving a smear of whatever he used on your cheek. Then, he lined his tip up with you again, wasting no time plunging into you, almost to the hilt. You tried to cry out but were obviously stopped. Tears stung at your eyes when he started thrusting into you roughly, each one.

     Suddenly, your hands were pulled behind your back and tied together with some kind of rope that you assumed he had tossed on the bed while getting undressed. A shudder of excitement rolled through your body. Now, you were completely at their mercy, though you doubted one of them was capable of mercy and it wasn’t Jonathan. A particularly hard thrust had you seeing stars only made the answer more obvious. 

     Dio’s brutal pace only got worse, jerking you forward, making you choke on Jonathan’s dick more and more. Your eyes rolled back into your head as drool dribbled down your chin. Crescents decorated your thighs from where fingernails dug into your skin. A hand was brushed through your hair, gentle and soft. It felt so hot against you. The face behind it was flushed red, panting heavily. 

     Suddenly, he pulled back, almost collapsing into the set of drawers behind him. Despite your mouth being free, you fought to keep your moans quiet, not wanting Dio to think of something worse to shut you up. But, the feel of his cock hitting your sweet spots over and over again it was damn near impossible. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning sinisterly over you, his gaze hot against your back. He doubled over, wrapping his arm around your neck into a chokehold, keeping you close to him while he practically speared through you with this new position.

     Jonathan meanwhile was trying to calm himself. You had felt so good. It should be illegal to feel that good. Oh, and your face, hot and sweaty trying to accommodate him. A moan slipped over his lips, shaking lightly from the exertion. He didn’t want to spoil you. Not yet. He wanted this to be nice for you, at least, before his adopted brother walked into the mix. 

     You were beginning to lose air, tapping on the arm around you, frantically trying to get him off. With a devious chuckle, Dio got up, pulling out of you all too quickly. You squirmed at the loss of something inside you as well as the lack of orgasm. 

     “Jojo!” He said boisterously. “Your turn.” With a hard smack of your ass, he walked away from you, letting the other man take his place. Jonathan did so tentatively. If just your mouth felt that good, what would other parts feel like? “What’s wrong, Jojo? Afraid you’ll break them?”

     “Dio!” He snapped. “Why are you so cruel?”

     A cold laugh echoed in your ears, making you shudder. Dio began to slowly jerk his dick, close enough to bring it to your lips. 

     They continued to bicker and for once you were thankful for the lust controlling your mind, easily blocking them out with thoughts that would make your grandmother blush. 

     “God, just stop fighting and fuck me,” you groaned, too aroused to think of anything but what you wanted. Jonathan looked shocked, but not turned off. 

     “Come on! Give them what they want.” Dio growled, pushing the tip of his cock forward. Immediately, you latched your lips around it, moaning at the residual taste left on it. You looked up at him, cheeks hollowing, creating a suction that drove him mad. He roughly ran his fingers through your hair, grabbing you tightly to hold your head in place, then he began thrusting his hips into you with the same pace as before. 

     Jonathan gently ran his fingers over your sides before lining himself up, praying that you had been “worked open” enough for it to be more pleasurable than painful. Slowly, he pushed himself in, unable to hold back a low grown as he felt your soft, warm walls clench around him. Just like before, the thrusts from the other man pushed you onto him slightly, making you take more.

     The stretch was incomparable to any other you’ve had (aside from Dio). You felt so full, there had to be some kind of bulge, right? If you could voice how good he felt, you would have. It was a long process for him to work up the courage to get to any proper pace, he was worried that if he took it too far, it would easily hurt you. But, you felt so goddamn good.

     Finally, he went in as far as he could, letting out another moan. Then, with the same slow, careful moves, he pulled out almost to the tip. It was as though your insides were pulling him back and he found himself sinking in quicker than he had originally intended. Whatever was making him like this soon took over, turning him into some kind of animal, spearing in and out of you without a sign of stopping. 

     Just as you suspected, you were at their mercy completely, feeling them see-saw you, like some kind of toy. God, you could have died like this and been happy, but you knew you were going to be much happier if you saw this through to the end. The three of you moaned in tandem, letting your pleasure take you over as the men picked up the pace. It was all so good, almost too good. Sweat dripped down your bodies, making your hair cling to your faces. 

     You could feel your orgasm building up in you again, unable to do anything to stop it. Their cocks somehow synced with each other and you swore that if they were any deeper, they might have touched. Your release quickly washed over you, making you see white just as they both thrust into you at the same time, stopping to let your body sort out itself out as you spasmed under them, cumming harder than you ever had.

     The first to pull out was Jonathan, slow and gentle. Then Dio followed, coming around to the other side of the bed. You faintly heard a “come on” followed by your name as you were lifted into the air, then moved to the middle of the room, where they set you on your knees. They crowded over you, one of them (presumably Dio) lightly slapped his cock on your cheek, indicating he wanted you to pick up where you left off. In your post-orgasm haze, you opened your mouth, sucking lazily.

     Gradually, you became more aware, picking up your pace. You used one hand to stroke the shaft that was in your mouth and with the other one, you reached out for Jonathan’s cock, doing the same to his. Their grunts and groans filled the room the more you jerked them. Lifting off one length with a pop, you moved to the other, looking up to see their faces, hot and twisted with pleasure. 

     It didn’t take long for someone’s seed to spill into your mouth with a loud cry. You swallowed every drop, before returning to the first one and finishing him off. Dio’s orgasm was not as intense as Jonathan’s, but when he did, he pushed himself further into your throat, making you choke while he shot his release into it. 

     You pulled back, panting heavily, a string of drool connecting you and his cock. A cruel chuckle filled your ears, making you smile almost drunkenly. You weren’t sure what it was, but something told you the night wasn’t done just yet. Dio pulled you into a rough kiss while Jonathan ran his hands up your sides, grazing his lips against your shoulders. These men were going to be the death of you.

[bbybokutokou]

OKAY BUT WAIT BC I HAVE SUCH A CUTE HC FOR SAKUATSU

I feel like sakusa thinks atsumu is pretty, but like not just pretty, like flat out stunning

I always see these hc's where atsumu is the one breathless bc of sakusa's beauty

but what if sakusa is the one breathless because of atsumu

like like listen I'll explain

so when sakusa first met atsumu it was at the inter-high when they faced each other right? and then the all-japan training camp

but yk atsumu had the yellow hair so that wasn't that attractive but overall he was kind of cute.

so ofc atsumu being the antagonizing little shit he is, provoked sakusa and sakusa was like 'yeah no fuck you. you're not cute enough to have an attitude that annoying'

so sakusa kind of like got over the tiny crush he had

BUT THEN they meet again when they go to msby

and sakusa realizes that atsumu has changed, like yeah he's still a little shit but he's pretty now.

he toned his hair so it actually looks blonde instead of piss yellow and he toned up

which okay yeah atsumu is fucking hot and sakusa had to admit that

but what struck sakusa right in the heart, what made sakusa think that atsumu is fucking stunning

is when atsumu smiles. but not one of those fake ones, like his real genuine smile he gives when he's happy.

the first time he saw it was at one of their first practices where atsumu had been annoying him with the stupid nickname he had given him.

"oh, omi-kunnnnn~~~"

"don't call me that, miya."

anyways, atsumu had asked sakusa about something he completely forgot about

and when sakusa had given his usual deadpan response, he offered a tiny smile

atsumu's eyes widened bro. like this guy was shook at sakusa smiling even a little.

but he was down bad and that made him happy as fuck because sakusa hadn't smiled at anyone else so far which means he was first

he hoped he would be the only (even if that was a little selfish because no one should be deprived of omi's little smiles which could make cloudy day look sunny again)

so atsumu smiled back, but like a true, happy smile

and sakusa's heart stopped. like he literally felt it skip a beat.

that smile was beautiful and on atsumu's face it really was breathtaking

and that's when sakusa realized he was in love with atsumu

obviously atsumu took a little more time because he's a little bit of a dumbass when it comes to relationships

anyways at the moment sakusa literally thought atsumu was gorgeous

and then atsumu said something stupid and the moment was gone

but sakusa realized that, while yes everybody always called him pretty, his 'beauty' was nothing compared to that of atsumu's. (at least in his opinion)

so sakusa tries to move on from atsumu bc he's convinced that atsumu doesn't feel the same (which he does but bby tsumu is just a little slow)

anyways it really hits atsumu that he's in love with sakusa when, surprisingly, sakusa finally agrees to go to the club with him, bokuto, and hinata.

there sakusa proceeds to get hit on by like every fucking person in the vicinity.

like atsumu knows he's gorgeous okay? he'd be blind not to notice, but why does everybody else have to notice toooooo

he kept his cool until the sixth person came up to hit on sakusa

then in which he went up to sakusa's side and slowly put his arm around his waist, giving him time to pull away if he wants to

sakusa raised an eyebrow at that, but leaned into him anyways.

'sorry, dude. omi-kun right here's taken. by me. so scram' and the scariest glare that's ever been on his face

the guy pales and nods, apologizing and scurrying away with his tail between his legs.

'since when are we dating, miya?' *eyebrow raise*

'since right now because I'm in love with you and seeing every guy fucking hitting on you is driving me fucking crazy.'

sakusa blushes. SO HARD. like he looks like a tomato.

but then he smiles, even if atsumu can't see it bc of the mask, he still knows

bc omi's eyes are crinkling at the corners and hE LOOKS SO FUCKING CUTE

honestly at that point atsumu gives up on any hope of continuing to deny it because he's so fucking gone.

'im in love with you too, you idiot.'

atsumu smiles that smile that makes sakusa's heart stop.

'can I kiss you?' 'yes dumbass'

atsumu pulls down sakusa's mask then leans in slowly, taking his time to savor the look on omi's face

when their lips finally meet, it felt like their entire universe aligned perfectly.

to atsumu, omi felt like the earth.

like his head was in the clouds so long and omi finally brought him back down to the ground.

to sakusa, atsumu felt like every damn galaxy. scary and unknown, but so fucking beautiful.

he had always been on the ground, but atsumu brought him up to space

"you're so down to earth and im up in the stars. so show me the sea and ill show you mars." (idk I really like this quote for them)

they forgot they were with two other people until bokuto cleared his throat really loudly

they pulled away from each other to see hinata and bokuto smiling.

'finally. only took you guys like forever' bokuto said and hinata nodded in agreement

atsumu scoffed, 'you sure you can talk, bo? you pined after akaashi for 5 years before you finally confessed. and you, hinata, pined after goody-two-shoes for 4. at least it only took me a year.'

'whatever, tsumtsum. its a shock it even took you a year. it was so obvious you were in love with each other.'

'go back to dancing' and with that the convo was over & atsumu turned to face sakusa again

he had an amused look on his face.

atsumu smiled softly and sakusa blushed, but smiled back.

'lets get out of here, omi-omi. I wanna cuddle'

sakusa glared at the last few words, but nodded his head anyways.

'I love you'

'surprisingly, I love you too'

'now that's just mean, omi-omi.'

but sakusa had a smile on his face and his hand was held by atsumu's while they went to sakusa's apartment.

they still had some things to talk about regarding the relationship, but that could always wait until tomorrow.

I mean honestly, with how gorgeous atsumu is, how could anyone have expected sakusa not to fall in love with him?

and with how cute omi is, how could anyone have expected atsumu not to try and keep him for himself?

anyways so yeah, this is one of my hc on how sakuatsu got together. hope you enjoyed.

[ichayalovesyou]

The One With The Whales (Live Reaction):

Saw parts of this one when I was super little! Oh good! This one is also directed Leonard Nimoy! He has my whole heart already so can’t wait to see this play out!!

Uh Oh. TOS crew on trial 😬😬😬 SAREK?!?! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!! Ohhhhhh man the gang is already in deep shit.

Awww looking at Spock from the distance all dramatic like huh Jim? You getting some mini therapy from yo mommmmmm 😭😭 I love Spock so so muchhhhhh. And I LOVE Amanda!!!! Oh, and the Captain of the Saratoga! She seems awesome!

Bye Saavik, you were cool and I hope we see you again someday. Awwww Bones is worried about Spock :( he and Jim both want Spock back so bad but don’t wanna push him and awwwwwwwww!! Also why does the probe sound like Jumanji drums??? Bones and Spock are actually killing me, this conversation is actually killing meeeeeee, arguing really is McCoy’s first love language! 😭

Whatever I may think of Sarek as a father, he is such a cool character and Mark Lenard really is an absolutely fantastic actor. Oh yikes, looks like the stars have aligned for Jim and the Bridge Family to save the world yet again lmao. Honestly this whole thing with the message for the whales makes me think of “So Long & Thanks For All The Fish” from Hitchiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. Also Bones being protective of Spock ☺️

I’m so glad at least Bones is acknowledging the plot of this movie is absolutely fucking insane 😂 THIS IS WHY I LOVE OLD STAR TREK! It’s not afraid to be absolutely unapologetically ridiculous! I love it!!! Thaaaaaats a weird dream right there, you good Jim?

Stupid problems require stupid solutions! LOVE the headband Spock 😂🤣 what an ENTRANCE!! Wow it sure is the 80s, WOW, the cognitive dissonance of these bozos wandering around 20th century San Fran I am LOSING MY MIND! They are just little kreatures and they have no monies 😂😂😂 NUCLEAR WESSELS!!!! Oh god stahp I can’t breathe!!!!

I BELIEVE IN THE BEASTIE BOYS MEETING SPOCK ON THIS BUS THEORY OHHHHH MY GOD!! Jim is so old lmao! And then everyone clapped! Kirk please, I’m already laughing so hard PLEASE don’t teach Spock how to swear I’m losing my mind!!!

Wow that vibe when you remember this movie actually legitimately helped save the blue whales as a species. SPOCK IS GOING SWIMMING HERE WE GOOOOOOOOO!! JIM’S FACE! Also Nimoy can get it, damn “these are not the hell your whales.” Lmaooooo

I love this marine biologist lady she’s great! Lol. “No ma’am no dipshit.” Also “Gracie is pregnant.” *HITS BREAKS* this movie is fucking amazingggggg the legendary Italian food conversation I love themmmmmm. Bones & Scotty’s improv skills are legendary “millions of- I mean thousands of miles from Edinburough” look at this insanity, I love it.

Why do I hang around with that ditzy guy who knows Gracie’s pregnant and calls you Admiral? “He’s my husband.” (Totally posting this one! XD)

UH OH PAVEL!!!! 😨 RUN PAV RUUUUUUUUUUUN!! Oh noooo. NO THE WHAAAAALES!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS BAD YALL AHG MY FEELINGS FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE AND CRAP!! This poor woman oh my god lmao, that look on her face when she saw Spock she was like “oh, he’s an alien, that makes a lot more sense.”

SPOCK HES BACK HES OKAY HES ALL THE WAY BACK AND HE LOVES STUDENT SURROGATE SON PAVEL CHEKOV IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE!!!!!!!!! “It’s the human thing to do...” 😭😭😭😭

“Pavel... rank... Admiral!” ON BRAND LMFAO! SHE GREW A NEW KIDNEY! This movie is going to kill me in the opposite freaking way TSFS did lmao. Oh wow whale lady was just like IM COMING TO THE FUTURE FUCK YOUUUUU and honestly, mood.

Bones and Jim being so happy to see that Spock is (for the most part) back to his old self and my heart is meltingggggg

ADMIRAL THERE BE WHALES HERE!!!

I really do not understand people who don’t like Kirk I really, really don’t. He’s wonderful and sweet and smart and brave and I love him. Nobody convince me otherwise that he is good and awesome and good.

Dude this scene is so wholesome and good and fun!!! Oh my god!! The music! SPOCK IS SMILING! This is single handedly watering my crops and clearing my skin! “I stand with my shipmates.” THEY GOT OFF BECAUSE THEY DID IT FOR LOVE AND THEN SAVED THE WHOLE ASS PLANET AFTER YASSSSSSS!!! Spock & Jim should’ve kissed right there I’m just saying. Also Jim & whale lady deserve a long lasting (if long distance) friendship.

Spock even gets to reconcile with his parents awwwww, Sarek is finally recognizing that his son can move mountains because of who he is. “Tell her (mother) I feel fine.” Okay good I’m crying again. 💚🖖🏻💚😭😭😭

ITS THE ENTERPRISE B!!!! 🤩🤩🤩 THEYRE HOMMMMME *Pterodactyl shrieking*

That was so wholesome oh my goddddd

[fandomsandfears]

BOYS NIGHT BOYS NIGHT

I had a rlly long plot hc things for non despair au as ya do with the lads having a boys night in Leon’s dorm

Notes:

It’s Leon’s room, so there's some band poster's

Ibuki Mioda, the icon she is

She signed it for him

Shooting Stars is the fanon name I'm using for Sayaka’s girl group

and Teen Age Wolves are from Digimon 02 I just couldn't resist and am now horrified at the crossover I’ve created

Byakuya is reading “Witness For the Prosecution” by Agatha Christie. It’s a courtroom murder mystery ;)

Mondo, Taka, Hiro, and Makoto are playing Clue ;)

Byakuya’s technically not playing, but he’s paying attention and is basically acting as a team with Makoto

Leon and Hifumi are playing Mario Kart

Hifumi is winning

Leon is wearing a “Shooting Stars/ Sayaker” shirt

Hifumi is supposed to be wearing a Luna onesie (the cat from sailor moon?) but google image search for such an item gave me a purple thing and I didn't want to put the hood up so uh, whoops

Chihiro isn’t here because I hc her as a transwoman or a feminine aligned nonbinary person. I don’t care how you hc her, I’m not here to tell you what to think or hc. I Hope you’ll do the same and not comment on it. If I do a “Girls Night” piece she’ll be included there :)

Below is the inane ramblings from my discord where the idea first occurred!

in my fanon timeline it'd be like, 2nd year where the relationships have been able to develop enough to where Byakuya's willing to hang out with them if not tentatively, and Mondo and Taka are buddies and Leon's like 

"hey guys here's an idea" 

 and is prepared to host a boys night in his dorm and everyone's psyched and Makotos like 

"I wanna invite Byakuya!" and they're all like 

"hmm, r u sure?" 

because yeah he’s getting better but like,,, its really just not going out of his way to be a dick. if you try to engage with him he's still pretty standoffish except Makoto laser eyes him and is forcing him to do personal growth so Makoto’s like "plz" and the other lads are like "okay fine but he's got to be cool" so now Makoto’s on 'recruit Byakuya and make sure he chills out this is boys night and we're gonna have fun goddammit'  duty.

but then Hiro or someone like "oh Taka will not let us hang out in each others dorms past curfew or sneak around  how do we sneak around him" and Mondo’s like 

"I'm inviting him wdym" and the lads are like

 "we love taka he’s great but are you sure because he will rat us out" and Mondo's like "no I got this" 

and low and behold  he comes back hours later with Taka in tow looking very uncomfortable but is like

"I understand that you are all,, breaking curfew,,, and having a 'boys night' as Mondo has called it... As much as it pains me to concede I will not be reporting you to the faculty. Just do not be too loud or I will be forced to come and shut it down the disturbance of peace since I and other students will be sleeping" and they're like 

"omfg Taka your so cool thanks!" and also "Taka you know your invited??? You are coming??? To the boys night??" and he's like "Are you sure? I figured you wouldn't want the hall monitor at your rule breaking sleepover?" and its like "Taka your coming its boys night and your gonna have fun goddamit"

so ofc Boys night comes around and they're all meeting up in Leon’s room. Makoto goes and knocks on Byakuyas dorm room and mans opens it in like, y’know silk ass pajamas what do you take him for and Makoto's like "hey!!" and he’s like "hi???" and then its like

 "I told you we were having a boys night!" 

"... I thought you were joking. Why would I want to waste time I could be reading or resting, with those fools?" and Makoto just gives him the look and he's like "... merde fine," and follows Makoto to Leon’s dorm with a book underarm trying to look unaffected 

but he's also kinda nervous like "how the fuck do normal teenagers act oh god" and they get there and the lads are all vibing. Taka is there sticking very close to Mondo and just generally speaking looking kinda nervous because his brains just like "this is illegal this is illegal this is illegal-" 

and Mondo and Hiro are trying to get him to join them in whatever conversation they're having and generally speaking trying to get him to chill out since they have bf and brother energies respectively and would like Taka to vibe and have fun. Leon and Hifumi are doing something else, rocking out to anime theme songs like dorks maybe and Byakuya’s looking at this like "this is weird and i have no idea what to do here" and honestly ends up just kinda reading his book near Taka and the lads, Makoto probably sitting with him and jumping between conversations

some point early in the eve Hiro's like "oh we should have grabbed snacks! ugh!" and Makoto and Leon laser eye each other like "lets go get snacks" and Mondo kind of realizes what their planning and is like "oh fuck yeah sure!" followed by Hiro but Hifumi, Taka, and Byakuya have no idea what’s going on till these idiots are putting coats on over their  pajamas and shoving shoes ontheirr feet, dragging the oblivious lads into the same. Some of the lads make quick stops at their dorms, Byakuya's only idea of what’s going on is Makoto telling him to grab his wallet. Byakuya has shoes from crossing the hall but ends up in Makotos sweater somehow as Leon Makoto and  Mondo lead these disaster children out of the dorm site and Taka nerves just shoot up again because he’s caught between 

"this is bad im breaking the rules-" and "my friends are having fun and want me to have fun with them" 

but basically they walk the street outside the school till they find a 14/7 convenience store dealio and they get inside and now there’s 7 teenaged ultimate boys loose in a convenience store at like midnight and the only prompting for Byakuya and Taka now is seeing their classmates just fuckin bolt into the store, wallets in hand, for the candy, drinks ,and chips sections

Mondo and Hiro have Taka under wraps eventually realizing they left him in tehri excitement to the candy isle and basically spend the entire time convincing Taka to get some bags of candy he likes, the boys have him covered. 

Leon's going a little apeshit picking out energy drinks and pops/sodas in the back, followed by Hifumi who knows what he’s getting and is just trying to corral Leon. Makoto was also going a little bonkers with Leon but then remembered he left Byakuya standing confused in his hoodie and some pajamas at the front of the store. So he wanders back sheepishly where Byakuya’s like:

'wtf is going on where am i, i have literally never been anywhere like this in my life what is happening what are we doing" and Makoto kind explains and tells him and offers to get Byakuya something if he wants and Kuya's like "I could buy out your life with how rich I am, I don't need your money" and Makoto’s like "well yeah, but its just  like chips n stuff its not much-' and Kuyas just "its literally such a waste of money for you, how do you function with such poor finance handling" and the n proceeds to buy literally anything Makoto even mildly looks at while walking through the isles with him.

basically the lads all get back to Leon’s dorm with just, bags and bags of snacks. Pops, energy drinks, candy, chips, just loaded in Leon's room. Mondo and Hiro managed to make Taka pick something idk if they have them or an equivalent in japan but i always think of these when i play through this part of the plot in my head

but yeah taka gets these specifically don't ask me why it was just the vibe I got. He like the strawberry marshmallow candy. 

Leon has too many soda/energy drinks for one teenaged boy to have at any given moment and the other s cannot stop him. Byakuya has basically funded the snack department since he just bought like anything Makoto looked at and its not like he was planning on really having any so all the lads get free reign of the snacks he bought and then promptly are like 

"hey Kuya you’re chill when you want to be" and he’s like "shut up" and Makoto's just "well at least have some, you bought like most of it"  

"I don't know what any of these are i just got them for you." which basically  destroys any peace Byakuya was hoping on that evening and the lads lose their mind's over how he 'doesn't know what any of the candies are' and proceed to make him try like, everything they've got. 

So Byakuya spends the night taste testing a bunch of corner store candy at the other amusement. They probably end up playing all kinds of board games/card games (mostly at request of Hiro, taka, Byakuya), they've got like a switch or some ds depending on when you wanna place this era wise but the more modern the funnier it is too me  so Leon and  Hifumi are probably losing their shit over Mario Kart. Taka is kind of worried because they are super into it and Mondo keeps laughing and messing with them so they cant drive y’know all kinds of sleepover esk shenanigan's. they at least had the forethought to do this on a weekend so when they all pass out in various parts of Leon’s room its not a scramble for class later lol

i expect these dumbasses to be doing karaoke at 3am and Byakuya has never been more thankful for the  sound proof rooms in his life as he is forced to sing  to one of Sayaka's songs. The lads agree what happens at boys night stays at boys night but like,, they all know Togami can belt now. Hifumi probably kills it at Karaoke that's another vibe I'm getting

Byakuya gets a gold star from Makoto for managing to not start a single long lasting fight the entire night and the lads proceeds to bring this up for weeks on end whenever he says anything mildly mean their like "oop! broke your streak!" and Byakuya wants to be mad but he’s probably more scared realizing just how soft he's gotten for these dumbasses in the 2 years he's been forced to live near them and he’s both terrified of what that means for him and who he is and who he's supposed to be but also kinda vibes just because, idk he’s still this teenaged boy and he's making connections with his classmates and kinda being friendly. he’s allowed to be a little excited about it even if he wont tell a living soul ever.

he kind of came to terms with the fact that Makoto by himself is easy to be kind of civil-friendly with. Friendly for Byakuya at least, i imagine no matter what he's just terrible with his phrasing so when he’s trying to be nice sometimes he'll just phrase it awfully but anyways. Makoto and to an extent Taka being the only two of the lads who he had come to terms with his respect and friendliness for. It's when he catches himself actually listening to Hiro rambling about a vision he's had or shrugs off Leon after the guy all but barrels into him in the hallways that he’s like "oh god oh no this is going to far"

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There’s a girls night organized at the same night the boys weren’t aware of but the girls ofc knew what the boys were doing  and also know they snuck out for snacks so Sayaka and Maybe Kyoko or Celeste go over to barter with the boys to hand over like 1 of their pop bottles and chip bags that is all 

The girls have a pillow fort and when Makoto hears about it from Aoi the next day he’s so offended that he didn’t think to do that he and Aoi have a sleepover (I love Makoto/Aoi being best friends y’all) just for pillow fort shenanigan's