#they ruled the school I'm telling u | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

stxrvel · 9 months ago

Text

absence (1)

series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader... or not? content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! curse words, fangirling a lot and some self-deprecation. no proofread. this is just silly writing, we're on the safe zone for now. a/n. hi guys! i was gonna wait a little bit but i'm really excited about this one so you're gonna have earlier! thank u all for the support and i really hope you enjoy this 🫶🏻

series masterlist | bts masterlist | next

You met them all at school. Each with their own ambitions, their different dreams, but so similar in the nature of their core. It was almost funny how everyone with their dissimilar personalities fit so strangely well into one school group. There were times when you could still remember how you used to tell them that all together they could rule the world.

Maybe that's why you didn't see them years ago.

Jeon Jungkook was an idol. There wasn't an hour in the day or a screen in the city where you weren't watching him. He was so popular around the world that you suspected that not even one person didn't know him. His voice was on every radio station, on every cell phone of the people you passed on the street and on the buses, his face on the TV sets with the last interview he had done, as if it were a national achievement. You even saw him in restaurants, chefs naming dishes after him, production companies releasing collaborations with his company. There wasn't an object in that city that didn't have Jungkook's face on its forehead. It was impossible to escape him.

He was closely followed by Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, two of the most promising models of the last decade, a national pride hand in hand with Jungkook. You didn't see them as often as Jungkook, but they still swept the international public and there was hardly anyone who didn't talk about them. Invited to catwalks in Paris, choosing their contracts and collaborations, wearing the most expensive clothes that you wouldn't even think of buying, wearing beautiful matching jewelry, expensive enough that a single outfit from each of them could buy you five houses in the small town they all came from. Taehyung and Jimin were known as the Siamese twins of modeling. Wherever one went, the other always had to be. Their exclusivity was incomparable.

In levels of recognition, Min Yoongi followed them in line. A great rapper who was well received by the general populace. Yoongi had managed to captivate a large audience thanks to his incredible command of the production of his music and his ease and gift for writing his own lyrics. His growth was gradual, but when he touched the sky he never went down again. His popularity was not low even though his presentation to the public was not that high compared to the other three. Still, Yoongi had enough charisma and talent to stand out, especially when his fans were obsessed with highlighting the duality he had when he was on stage and when he did those seventy question interviews with Vogue or whatever… that had made him one of the best rappers of his generation and probably of the last century.

Kim Namjoon was the owner of the company that made Jungkook's debut and welcomed Yoongi with total creative freedom. If he were not solely focused on music, he would surely also be Taehyung and Jimin's agent. Namjoon had inherited a company from his parents, but the success he had turned it into over the past few years, into one of the most profitable businesses in the country, was entirely to his credit and effort. His popularity was also high, because everyone said he was too handsome to be a mere businessman; not knowing, of course, that everything involved in maintaining such a business required much more than a pretty face. Of Namjoon the public didn't know too much, not probably like the other guys and you, if he was still half the person he was before.

Hand in hand with Namjoon were Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin. Hoseok was and still is to this day a national pride as he passionately played tennis since school and turned professional, reaching to participate in major international tournaments representing his country and winning one of them. However, two years after that great feat, an accident involving one of his hands prevented him from continuing to play. No one knows exactly what happened during the more than a year and a half that he almost completely disappeared from the public eye, but when he returned with his huge smile he announced that he would dedicate himself to dance, opening his own academy throughout the center of the city. Although he was not a recurrent teacher, his academy was one of the best in the country, and of course, it was financed by Namjoon's company. At one time Hoseok became Namjoon's associate.

Seokjin, on the other hand, was the one who kept the lowest profile. He was a great doctor, cardiovascular if you were not mistaken. In addition to being an amazing surgeon, his research projects were the ones everyone looked forward to the most at the end of each year. You didn't know much about the subject, but he was almost like the guru of medicine in his field specifically. The only reason he was so much in the public eye being a doctor was because he was regularly seen in the company of Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi. The four of them made up the holy grail of dilfs.

They had all had incredibly successful careers and you were glad that they had been able to accomplish everything they once talked about on the rooftop of Namjoon's house, with sneaky steps so their parents wouldn't scold them when they sneaked out in the wee hours of the morning.

You didn't know exactly what it was - or you didn't want to acknowledge it - that succumbed inside you every time you saw or heard about any of them on the news or on social media. Because yeah, no matter how low media exposure any of them had, always the faces of all seven appeared on your TikTok every week.

It was amazing how they had all moved on and you… well, you-

“Weren't you supossed to leave?”

You lifted your head from your phone, trying to hide it with trembling hands as you let Taehyung's face next to Jungkook's plunge into the darkness of your apron pocket.

“Huh?”

You tried to look distracted, returning your gaze between your boss and the notes next to the cash register. She had a soft gaze, between amused and sisterly. Her brown eyes shifted from your eyes and hot cheeks to the notes you held upside down in your hands, pretending to work as if she herself hadn't seen you completely frozen and gawking at the pair of the country's great casanovas.

“I thought you were leaving earlier today,” your boss shifted, settling her trench coat and long brown strap bag over her shoulder. At that moment she was leaving to walk around to each of the locations she had in town, just to do follow-ups. “Don't tell me you forgot.”

You followed her index finger until it landed on the red circle you had drawn on the calendar placed in your little cubicle a couple of weeks ago, with hearts surrounding it and exclamation points. Yes you remembered, of course you remembered, but at the point where you were at the time no one was going to miss you if you didn't attend.

“I didn't forget…” your voice trailed off as you looked down, your fingers finding the tips of the pages more entertaining than your boss's worried expression.

“y/n, you asked me to leave earlier this day from four months ago,” her high-pitched voice echoed in your head, reminding you how excited you had been a while ago for this day to come. “You can't just give up like that. Come on. You still have time.”

You began to shake your head, releasing your grip on the woman who was looking at you with the same worried eyes of a mother. Your boss had been one of the most encouraging people you'd ever had in your life, besides the handful of friends you had stored in your phone's contacts.

“It was a bust last time. I don't plan on going through that again.”

“But hadn't you told me afterwards that you weren't going to let that stop you? You said… what was it? I can't drown in this glass of water.”

You grudgingly resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Really you of four months ago was a deluded fool.

“I had no idea about life at the time.”

Your boss clicked her tongue, dropping her hands on your shoulders, giving little squeezes whose familiarity stole your breath.

“I'll leave Patrick waiting for you in case you change your mind.”

You shook your head, evading the memories. The man outside the store shook his head in greeting as the two of you turned to look at him, as if he knew you were talking about him.

“Don't miss this opportunity because you're afraid. It may change your life.”

You watched her leave, the clacking of her low heels drawing the attention of everyone in the store, earning every possible stare as she did every time she entered any room. Her chauffeur, Patrick, greeted her with a similar nod of his head as before and stood leaning against the black car parked right where he could get a perfect view of your nervous face.

You, unlike the great and successful lives of your high school friends whose company you still used to miss like a fool, had not had such a great and successful life.

You were a writer. Well, an attempted writer and, worse, part-time. The other part-time was this job behind the cash register at the largest pastry chain in the country. Or sometimes as a waitress, it depended on the day. There was good pay, mind you, at least it allowed you to make up for the losses you took every time you tried to sell a book and then had to market it on your own, only to have five purchases once every seven months and three of them were from your parents and brother. The other two were from your friends.

Four months ago you had been invited to a sort of convention for readers, how they had found you and why? You had no idea, but the idea of being considered in that way drove you crazy at the time. You were so excited that you had more copies of your failed books printed and prepared your booth several days in advance to present them to the horde of people who, you were sure at the time, would come to meet you.

Only one person came by to ask you about the bathroom.

You never recovered from that.

Even with all that failure, that same day you were invited to another convention and, for a while, you were excited to attend. Everyone goes through those kinds of bumps at some point in their life, right? You have to work hard to earn that kind of fame, you kept telling yourself. But as time went on and your networks didn't grow and your videos didn't get more than ten views, or fifty views at most in a week, you began to lose that spark of excitement you held for your dream. Your parents had never turned your back on what you wanted to do, but it was too demotivating and discouraging to have spent so many years at it, so many headaches and tears invested for you to just keep losing and losing money.

That was why you were sure you wouldn't go to that convention if you had to go through that mockery again. You hadn't even bothered to go and fix your booth so surely they already knew you weren't going.

“Have you seen them yet??????”

The female voice coming from the wine cellar made you jump up on your chair.

“Jesus, Yuna, you almost killed me here.”

“I don't care! We could die right now for all we care!”

“Wow, speak for yourself.”

“Haven't you seen theeeem?”

Yuna held up her phone, the screen at full brightness blinding you for a moment. The blurry dots you saw from the proximity of the device told you nothing, as your friend jumped excitedly beside you.

“God, hold still.”

Grabbing her wrist, you leveled the phone to see her TikTok and a picture of three men.

Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook coming out of a building. From Namjoon's building.

“They look amazing, don't they? They just came out! That means their car will pass in front of us any minute!”

Yes, Namjoon's building was just a few blocks away from your boss's place. In fact, your boss knew him and many times they would prepare large orders for parties at his company. You had never seen him set foot in this place or any other in the country, but every time he went to celebrate something he had to dial your boss's personal number and you would work until your backs burned because everything had to be perfect for the big businessman.

“Are you going out to greet them or what?” you frowned, letting go of her wrist and returning your gaze to the notebook next to the cash register.

Yuna let out an excited exclamation.

“Ohhhh~, should I? Should I?”

You grabbed her by the collar of her uniform as she tried to pass behind you.

“We're still on business hours.”

“I'm sure Sol wouldn't mind,” her almost heart pupil eyes stared down the street, her hands moving in front of her like she was a zombie. She almost seemed possessed by her fanaticism. Though of course you didn't blame her, if you didn't know any of the seven knights of the underworld you would surely be as excited as she was.

“Don't put words in her mouth. You'd better tell me if the lady's batch of cakes is out yet-”

Commotion erupted throughout the room. You almost saw in slow motion how all the people in the premises got up and running in the direction of the glass doors when you heard the screams coming from far away.

“They're comiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!”

Sometimes you wondered how they dealt with this level of fanaticism.

The ground almost shook with the amount of people running after a black car, where the three men who were causing such a furor so early that day were most likely to be, and the commotion was not tiny inside the venue where the screams erupted.

Having to deal with that on a daily basis would easily turn someone into a hater. Not that you were one... strictly...

“God, for a moment we breathed the same air,” Yuna plopped down on the table, her body doubled over with her eyes lost. You resisted the urge to smack her forehead.

“Their car windows were up.”

“So you saw them, right?????”

“Argh.”

You had to drag her back to work as the excitement in the store dissipated. You attended to another batch of consumers while Yuna fixed the display case and, in a moment of lapse you could almost tell, her back suddenly straightened and she turned to look at you with her eyes a little too wide. You passed the change to the man in front of you, who barely sent you a confused glance before continuing to claim his order at the other corner of the store.

“What's wrong with you?”

“You shouldn't be here.”

“Don't say that with that face. You look creepy,” you pulled out the bill to tuck it under the cash register as Yuna approached, leaving the frightened face behind.

“Wasn't that convention today?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Then why aren't you there?”

“Do I look like I want to be there?”

“Y/n! It's a great opportunity. You should-”

“A great opportunity for what, to be a laughingstock again?”

Yuna pursed her lips, looking almost pained that you would remember in that way the experience that was supposed to change your life. She had been one of the ones who had accompanied you to set up the booth and she was sure she had never seen you smile so much during all the time the two of you had known each other. Yuna was aware of how over time you seemed to have lost interest in this new convention, but she didn't think you would finally decide not to go.

On the sly, she had prepared your booth with the help of your mother and Sol, your boss.

“You were never a laughingstock! Don't say that,” Yuna patted your forearm harder than necessary. “Besides, I recently logged some purchases on the site! How do you-?”

“I know it was you and mom,” you raised your voice to interrupt her, stepping archly away from her body.

“What the… Of course not, ha, ha!”

“You're the only fools who would write down celebrity names to register purchases. Besides, the addresses don't even exist.”

“Fuck, I told her that wouldn't work.”

Under your heavy gaze, Yuna had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Okay, I'm sorry! We wanted to motivate you to go to the convention.”

“Can't you just let me do my own thing? If I don't want to go, I won't go.”

“Even if you leave Patrick waiting there?”

You followed his gaze, watching the man pull an umbrella out of the trunk of the car as the slightest breeze brushed against his body and the water droplets were smaller than a dew that the two of you had to squint to see them on the glass of the entrance.

“Whatever it is, I'm not going.”

“y/n…” Yuna pleaded, coming closer with her puppy dog eyes.

“No.”

“y/n, please…”

“No and stop doing that. You look weird.”

“I don't,” Yuna pulled away to frown at you. “I once heard you agreed with Seoyeon about my puppy face being cute.”

“I never agreed with that!”

“Seojun told me so!”

“Your first mistake is believing Seojun.”

“Do you blame me if the reason is your demonstration of love for me?”

“That was your second mistake.”

“Y/n!”

_____________________

That day you arrived home a little later than usual. Since Patrick had been waiting for you all day in the sun and mini rain and refused to let you take a cab on direct instructions from Sol, you asked him to take a ride downtown so you could buy the teokkboki your mom loved and incidentally bought some for him, even though he didn't want to accept it at first.

“y/n, dear, how did it go?”

Your parents were in the living room when you arrived playing Go. Your father left the table when he saw you carrying the bag of food and came over to take it from you.

“What does our little writer bring here, a contract by any chance?”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as your mother tried to get your father's attention by wildly waving her fan, while the man rummaged through the bag to find something warm and delicious smelling.

“Oh, it's teokkboki.”

Your mother stopped waving her arm to stare at the bag with sparkling eyes.

“The ones from the center? From Mrs. Wang?”

You nodded in her direction, taking a seat in their midst on the floor. Your parents started a pitched battle to see who would break the bag first to try the first batch of teokkboki and you could only watch them with a smile on your face. The day may have been difficult, but being home at the end of the day always made you feel so much better.

Amidst laughter and anecdotes, trying to avoid the elephant in the room because you knew your mother's furtive glances weren't for nothing, the three of you ate teokkboki until you were bursting at the seams. You organized the kitchen with your father while your mother grumbled from the living room whatever he said about her. You watched the three of you favorite soap opera on the fixed schedule and finally got ready for bed.

With your body more relaxed and lighter, you let yourself sink into the softness of the sheets, completely ignoring the messages Yuna had sent earlier and the stupid questions your brother asked at the most inopportune moments.

How do I unclog a bath?

Do I add salt to the rice???

Where do I get the kimchi mom makes?????

His independence was probably one of the worst things that could happen. You being the older sister thought you would leave home first. Even according to your twelve year old diary, you should have been married by then or at least planning your amazing, mega giant wedding, complete with helicopters and puppy dogs carrying drinks through the reception. You didn't know what kind of crazy dreams you had when you were younger, but up to that point you hadn't been able to fulfill any of your inner child's desires except to study for a career you were passionate about.

Still, what good had that done in the end? Maybe you should've listened to your grandparents to study medicine. Maybe your parents should've been a little more conservative instead of libertarian, which your grandparents always complained about when they had the chance. If you were a disgrace to anyone in the family, it was to them.

Ah, what a long day.

You didn't know at what point you fell asleep, but the incessant sound of your phone vibrating next to your pillow woke you up. With a grunt, you moved your hands to put the device in front of one of your half-open eyes to find Yuna on caller ID. Your eyes moved upward.

It was one in the morning!

“What the fuck are you doing calling at this hour? It better be an emergency because-”

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING THAT YOU DON'T CHECK YOUR MESSAGES?”

“WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? IT'S ONE IN THE MORNING! WHY WOULD I BE DOING ANYTHING ELSE BUT SLEEPING?”

“I'VE BEEN TEXTING YOU FOR A WHILE NOW, Y/N!”

“YUNA HOW CAN I NOT FUCKING SLEEP-?”

“Well, whatever!”

You let out an exasperated snort, giving her time to say what she had to say.

“You're going to fall on your ass.”

“I'm lying down.”

“Your books have sold a thousand copies in the last hour!”

Silence. Absorbing silence…

“Yuna, if you really woke me up to play a fucking prank on me I'm going all the way to your house to pull out every single one of your hairs with a fucking tweezer.”

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I'm not kidding! Get on your fucking Instagram! What's worse is that's not the most shocking news. Well… depends on how you look at it.”

“Yuna, I don't think I'm following you.”

“Fucking Kim Taehyung was at the reader convention and he took a picture of your books and UPLOADED IT TO HIS INSTAGRAM STORIES!!!!! AN HOUR AGO! The damn shopping notifications woke me up and I think I took too much time trying to process what was going on because they already tripled!”

“What the fuck are you talking about, did you start smoking weed?”

“Ugh, why are you so insufferable? Just look at fucking Instagram!”

You didn't want to believe Yuna, but a part of you was vibrating in anticipation. You'd already seen her text messages, her exclamations and voice notes, you'd barely processed the images she'd sent you. You logged on to Instagram. The first thing you noticed was the exorbitant amount of notifications and direct messages.

You had to search for Taehyung's account because you weren't following him.

There was the colorful arc around his profile picture. The story.

You clicked on his picture on the screen.

Your books were all over his story, with his hand holding one of them.

It jumped out at you that there was a stand of your books that you had no idea where it had come from.

A description loomed between the image.

One of the best fantasy books I've read in recent years. And by one of the best writers I've ever met in my life.

Your user was next to the description. You had no idea how fucking Kim Taehyung had gotten your user when it wasn't even something related to your name. You hadn't even uploaded pictures of yourself once in all the time that account had been open.

“Did you see it?? Can you see I wasn't lying?”

With Yuna's malevolent laughter in the background, you felt your mind escape into an unknown mental space.

“You're going to be rich!!! And I'm going to meet Kim Taehyung!”

Your mind was racing a thousand miles an hour trying to make sense of what your eyes couldn't credit. His story was replaying on your screen. So many things you could say and just…

“What the fuck?”

tag: @rinkud @futuristicenemychaos @pastelpeachess @parapiop7

#bts x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #kim taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #hobi x reader #yoongi x reader #bts x you #bts x fem!reader #series: i can fix them

848 notes · View notes

oh-no-its-bird · 5 months ago

Text

Obkk modern au where where Kakashi and Obito are online friends who have never seen eachothers faces. It's a years long friendship (and mutual silent crush) where they've helped eachother through what was truly the darkest parts of eachothers lives.

But irl they also happen to know eachother from childhood due to having gone to the same schools and shared the same classes, and they fucking DESPISE the other. You can not stick them in a room without someone starting a fight.

When they interact irl, play into specifically the early dynamics of obkk, with kind of superficially happy/dumb Obito and a "follow the rules to the letter" grumpy overachiever Kakashi

But when they're online, play more into the older obkk dynamic.

Where Obito shows that he has a pretty big mean streak/humor and a serious talent for playing dumb; where he overlays his happier side irl for just social reasons.

While Kakashi shows he's actually super lazy and imperfect with most other factors of his life outside of work/school (and ofc downplays his actual work ethic when it comes to work/school, framing himself as doing bare minimum when he should really do more (bc he genuinley believes that)) and has a pretty wicked sense of humor himself, a love of over-romantic, fluffy porn, and a habit of using endless "cute" emotocons

Kk: Did my proposal today, it was so bad... I really slacked off this time on it. I was so nervous they'd tell me no (｡﹏｡")

Kk: I guess the other presentations must have been pretty bad too because they picked mine anyways? I feel so lucky (╥﹏╥)

Ob: it's ok even if you tried your best!! Im proud you were able to do even as much as you did.

Ob: I'm glad you got it, at least one of us won their proposal today. That jackass had a fucking 30 slide detailed slide with 6 DIFFERENT PIE CHARTS and a scheduled water break inbetween. Fucking kissass

Kk: nooo im sorry ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)

Ob: it's whatever. Just glad you got the thing :)

Ob: want me to kill your boss tho.

Kk: lol

Kk: I'll help hide the body ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

And then one day Obito does some sort of very mean prank on Kakashi. And it goes uhh. Badly.

I mean, badly for Kakashi. Obito thinks it went great!

That is till he gets home and finds his best friend for a decade, and crush for even past that decade, texting him about a very specific mean prank that got pulled on them.

Wait. No. Wait. WAIT. FUCK.

So like. Obito is a bit conflicted now. He doesn't know what to really do here??? Like. What if it ruins everything with his best friend??? But also hey best friend why the FUCK are you such a BITCH.

But also also, suddenly Obito is recontextualizing SO many of their interactions— from Kakashi suffering the devistating loss of his father when he was especially annoying, to explanations of why he reacted certain ways. And oh my god Obito is... also a kind of a bitch???

Obito has NO idea what to do and is just swinging so violently back and forth on what are really his only two options.

And sometimes he's like gleefully feeling vindictive bc after arguing with irl Kakashi, online Kakashi is ranting about "that same asshole again" at work, so Obito is like "I KNEW it was getting to u, haha you're NOT better than me after all!!!"

But then later he feels kinda bad about it bc like. Aw wait no he actually might have genuinley hurt the person he loves. And also he doesn't want to lose getting to see the real Kakashi, a mix of both of his masks, by fucking this up and choosing wrong.

Anyways Kakashi finally somehow figures it out on his own, they fight, they make up, they make out.

The end yay happy ending

There's an alternate universe where neither of them every found out about eachother and continued to be friends online and hate eachother to escalating degrees offline. But one day they start to slowly shift in dynamics. Irl they get closer and online they get so much angrier and more distant. Till we've swapped and now online they just have this GIANT fallout but offline they're actually in love now. And this continues till they're about to get married/no longer on speaking terms with eachother. And so on their wedding day they reach out again online but ONLY to hate on eachother like "oooo fuck you I'm so happy rn I just got MARRIED."

"Oh yeah you bitch??? So did I. And my husbands better than anything your ugly ass could ever pull"

"FUCK YOU MY HUSBANDS FUCKING AMAZING AND YOURS IS PROBABLY LOOKS AND ACTS LIKE SHIT"

"OH YEAH????"

"YEAH!!!"

"PROVE IT!"

And then they very sharply turn and take simultaneous photos of eachothers furious faces and then angrily, instinctivley press send.

And then they stop. And then they have a moment of dead silence.

And then they begin to have an actual, physical fist fight in front of the uncut wedding cake with ALL of their friends and families watching. And the photographers with their very ready cameras.

There was a lot of cake.

Yeah that was ah uhh. Interesting

The good news at least is now they have a photo of them fist fighting like they want to kill eachother while covered in wedding cake in a frame that says "happy marriage <3" on it, and they like to joke about it (to many, many peoples horror)

The end yay happy ending x2

If I were to write this fr I think I'd legally have to write both versions bc both are excellent

#birds fic talk #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #obkk #kkob #obikaka #kakaobi #naruto #modern au

382 notes · View notes

solaiced · 2 months ago

Text

consume(d by you)

context. Gojo was your high school crush, and now, he's a soon-to-be clan leader. Shocking, right? Yeah. What's even more shocking is the fact that he chose women to be his wife, and you're one of them. So, now, you're going on a date with him. Your crush. And also the most powerful sorcerer of this era.

content: food sex (at the end), clan leader gojo, au, first date sex, unprotected p in v (wrap it up) and mutual pining.

word count: 7,7k (woah!)

solace: well this is fucking long..! enjoy people. also, for the sake of the no yn rule, your last name is hino. and if you saw mistakes, no u didnt.

To be honest, you've never seen yourself with a husband.

So, when the elders told you that you must go on a date with the Gojo Satoru so that he could choose a wife, you refused.

Why? Simply because it was impossible for you to even fathom being married to your high school crush and ex-friend.

Not that you were close, you just didn't want him to laugh at your face in the middle of the restaurant for even thinking you had a chance.

The elders’ response? Go immediately or you will be put on a death sentence. And since you had just gotten your Grade 1 sorcerer title, that was not in your to-do list. You still had stuff to do.

So, for the date, you put on your best attire. You had dolled yourself up a little, hesitating on mascara because you wouldn't be caught dead with black tears rolling down your cheeks. His teasing would obviously have that effect.

But you did it anyway.

You went for a simple black dress, decorated with lace and bows. It stopped at mid-thigh, which was modest enough but also cute and had a square cut.

When you stepped out of your house, a black limousine was parked in front of your street. The driver rolled down the window and ushered you in.

"Miss! You're late, please hurry up, we do not want to anger Gojo-sama!" He moved his hand frantically.

"I'm sure a few minutes won't be that bad." You tell him and settle in the backseat. You didn't remember him to be angry all the time.

He was usually laid-back and didn't care if some things were amiss. But you never knew, maybe he was more stressed, which caused him to lash out a lot.

You pulled out your powder-mirror and adjusted your makeup, ignoring the driver's pale face in the rear-view mirror.

A few minutes later, you find yourself lead to a table where a jittering white-haired male you once called a friend sits.

His eyes light up when you approach and he gets up, opening his arms. You find yourself in his arms quicker than you should've.

"Long time no see! I see you've gotten... not taller, that's for sure..." He snickers.

You frown.

"You've gotten wider." That wasn't supposed to be a compliment but he flexed his biceps and smiled.

"I know, right? But you're just as cute as before." Your cheeks burn at the compliment.

"Thanks, I guess." You take a seat in front of him.

"So," he starts, sitting as well, "do I call you Hino-chan or can I use my nickname for you?"

Ah, that damned nickname. Sugar. You don't know why he gave you that nickname, but he started calling you that the moment you talked to him.

"I don't know, 'Toru, can you?" You tease and smirk, leaning on the table with your elbows. He smiles sweetly and passes you a menu card.

"Well, thank you, Sugar, for accepting to come here. I heard from the elders you didn't want to at first." He purses his lips and flags the waiter.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" You give your order to the waiter and Gojo waits tor the latter to leave betore answering,

"Well, I chose you, of course. You're not the only one but you're my first choice!" He chuckles, then stops. "They didn't tell you?"

You shake your head.

"They told me they chose me to be one of your dates for you." You pout slightly. “So you chose me, huh?” You chuckle and his cheeks pinken.

"Listen, if I was going to be stuck with someone, l'd rather it be someone I know and like, you know?" You nod and he pours himself water.

You smirk, getting an idea. An opportunity to tease him was never an opportunity to pass up.

"Still a lightweight, 'Toru?" He chokes on his water and frowns.

"So, what? You gon' shame me?" You smile sarcastically and lean further on the table with your elbows.

"Maybe I will. How are you a grown man, 27, right, and still don’t drink alcohol. Grow up, baby." You giggle, but he knew you were joking, of course.

Afterall, being friends and almost dying together during your high school years would surely get you guys to be closer. It's not like he would ever take offense.

But when he flinched at the last word, you started questioning whether he had changed over the years.

"You okay, Toru?" You put your hand over his, the latter holding the stem of his glass.

He nods shakily but steadies the next moment, "I'm fine, Sugar."

He lets go of the glass and intertwines his fingers within yours. "You worried 'bout me?"

You splutter and shake your hand out of his grasp, "W-why should I? You're obviously fine, now."

He hums and grabs your hand again, “Hey, don’t go, I like your hand, it’s comfortable. I like the warmness.” He squeezes, grinning ear to ear.

"Yeah, and I'm about to sweat, soon." You squeeze back, snickering.

"I don't care. You forget if I choose you, I get to see you naaaakeeed~, so this little ‘inconvenience’ won't embarrass me unless it embarrasses you." He drawls, snapping away from you the moment the waiter comes back, but the after-effects of his words still make you flush deeply as you give your orders again, this time for dishes.

When the waiter leaves after you stutter out your choice, you turn to him with a frown and a stern look. "What do you mean 'if you choose me’, do I not have a choice?"

He nods, "When you accepted to come, you are obligated to follow me if I were to choose you. I wouldn't try to refuse." He shivers forcefully and grins, tucking a strand of you hair behind your ear.

You swallow nervously and nod back. I knew I shouldn't have come, you thought.

"You won't choose me, then?" You stay hopeful, maybe, just maybe, there's someone better. But alas, when he smiles innocently, you know you're done.

"You're the best one l've had this week. And also, the last one." You drop your head in your hands, seeing the last of your freedom taken away.

He lifts it up by your chin, pouting.

"Do you.. not want to marry me?" He sounds... insecure. But that's impossible!

The Strongest could never be insecure.

Right? Yeah.

"It's not like that, you're an old friend, I shouldn't even think of marriage with you, and I'm too young to marry!" You almost yell, covering your mouth as soon as the words tumble out clumsily.

He releases your chin, clicking his tongue, "Please, do this for me, I won't even care if you want a side chick or.. side dick, I don’t know what the male version is, I just need someone I'm comfortable with and someone I can hold a conversation with.”

“You don't know how much women I've heard talk about daddy's money, Chanel bags or whatever... They don't even know what work is!" He sighs, exasperated.

You smile nervously, looking around and settling your gaze back to your fiddling tingers, in your lap.

"Listen... I don't want to be stuck in a loveless marriage, I feel like... It'll end up badly and..."

"I'll give you everything you want. You won't ever need for anything. Hell, if you have a lover, he can come live with us. I don't care, please, Sugar." He cuts you off, almost whining your nickname.

He had his hands clasped together, pleading with his eyes, when you had looked up.

"Satoru, you don't understand. I don’t even want to marry right now. If I marry you, I'll be obligated to c-consumate our marriage the night of our wedding... and I'll have to get pregnant. That’s the most terrifying part.” You confess, words spilling out the lips Gojo liked to watch wrap around kitchen utensils and food.

You hear him sigh. Not all of it was lies, you truly wanted to find someone to love, and you want him, but you knew he was impossible to reach. Like an insect trying to touch the sky, you knew you’d never be able to do it.

It wasn’t self-deprecating, it was common sense. Everyone knew only a Goddess could fit a God like Gojo Satoru. It was only a matter of time until he found someone his level.

You hear your name, softly uttered as if it were spoken a decibel higher, it would chase you away. You lift your head, meeting his darkened, blessed blue eyes. He was stressed, you knew it.

The dimple at the edge of his smiles, normally always present, had dimmed, it was slightly terrifying.

��Satoru, are you okay?” You made sure to shut up the moment the waiter came back with the food, smiling softly and thanking him.

And when he left, Gojo, who had been marinating in anger at the waiter and also at the fact you smiled at that bug, stared at you, devoid of any emotion.

“W-Well?” You stood your ground, picking up your fork. Mentally, you were panicking. Gojo never showed you that face, not even in battle, always a smile on his pretty face.

“Hm? What?” He strains a small smile on his face, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He tilts his head, a strand of snowy hair falling in front of his left eye, you reach to push it back. He smiles more genuinely and you lean back.

“You looked… scary. Like… I almost pissed my pants.” You joke lightheartedly, looking down at your food as you start to dig in.

“Oh? Well, I was… just thinking.”

He, too, starts to eat.

“Oh, you can form thoughts?” You both snicker, before you get serious, “no, seriously, what were you thinking about?”

Gojo chuckles, swallowing his food, “thinking about how he gets you to smile so easily. Even if he’s a stranger and he’s just serving you.”

“Who..?” Then you realise, a frown forming between your eyebrows. “Gojo.” He stiffens, mouth wide open to welcome in a salad leaf in.

He hated when you said his last name.

“That’s a waiter… I’m nice to him because his job is hard…” You sigh, shaking your head.

“Does this mean you’ll marry me?”

“No.”

And the night continues, lighthearted banter but a certain tension filling the air.

When you two are done eating, he leads you outside after paying, his coat around your shoulders due to your shivering.

“Listen…” Gojo whispers, unlike him. He was so arrogant and excited all the time, you couldn’t fathom he could even be so nervous.

“I know I was pushing, but I still have a bit of hope.” Oh. He was still trying.

“Satoru-“ He presses his finger to your lips.

“I… Ugh. I recently learnt from Shoko that you used to have a crush on me back in the day.”

The world stopped. How could you trust Shoko with that secret? Obviously she would let him know. They were close friends.

“S-Satoru, wait, that’s from before- I-“ He shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours, hands cradling your head. Uncaring for the lipstick staining your lips. Uncaring for the fact you were standing in front of the restaurant.

He pulls away, gasping for air, just as you are. You’re stumbling over your words as you try to make out what this kiss meant.

“Need I tell you the obvious..?” This is the first ever time you’ve seen him so nervous. But instead of being helpful, you nod. You have to be sure.

"I had—have a crush on you, too." He sighs, not looking into your eyes to avoid your gaze.

Your whole world stills.

WHAT.

The Satoru Gojo had a crush on you? You? Of all people? You were barely Grade 1, average looking, seriously, your personality was the only thing making you likeable.

“Satoru, are you sure you’re not drunk? What did you drink?” You reach out to rub his cheek, he grips your wrist when you make contact, leaning into your hand.

“Sugar… who is Satoru? I only know Toru.” He chuckles, “I only drank water tonight. But… do you still have feelings for me? Or will I die of embarrassment?” He whines dramatically, frowning and leaning into your hand like a cat.

“S-Satoru… I never knew—“

“Now you know, please tell me, I’m getting nervous…”

“I… well…”

He droops visibly at your hesitation, dropping your hand.

You nod, looking away, still trying to figure out if he was joking or not. If this is a prank, you’ll never live it down.

“Wait, really?”

You sigh, looking back up at him, putting both of your hands over his cheeks, pulling him closer to kiss him.

You close your eyes to not get more embarrassed, it felt like your own cheeks would burst if blood filled them more.

Gojo hums, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest.

When you separate, although it was extremely difficult for Satoru to do so, breath was his body’s default need, but you were his only need.

“You can tell me now, is this a bet with Suguru and Shoko?” You insecurely look down, shuffling out of his grasp.

“W-What—why would you think that? I would never! I genuinely think you’re the one for me, I can’t imagine to with someone other than you. Please.” He whispers your name, soft and gentle, cupping your hips and bringing you closer, as you had moved away in your shuffling. “Please accept to be my wife. If I’m not fit to be your husband, I’ll give you everything so that you can forgive me and—“

You shut him up by to wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him with more eagerness and force than the earlier kisses.

When you withdraw, Satoru chases your lips, holding you tightly to him.

“More—“ He huffs, cut off by your hand.

“Satoru, we’re in front of the restaurant.”

“Then, come home with me, I’ll make you stay with me. I swear. You can take all my money if I don’t live up to your expectations.”

His voice is muffled behind your joined fingers, lips stretched into a smile.

“Is this a scheme to get pussy?” You deadpan, crossing your arms.

He gapes.

“Never! Why do you guys all think the worst of me. First, Shoko, then, Sugu, and now, you! I thought we were a team!” He whines, encircling his arms around your neck and gently choking you. Just gently.

“Ugh– Toru, you’re killing me!” You push against his chest, mouth wide open to pull air inside your lungs.

Gojo had other plans as he kisses you again.

“Satoru, we need to leave, where’s your driver?” You pull back, huffing.

“I came here by myself. Do you think I’m a bum who doesn’t know how to do anything else but fight?”

You scratch your head and look away, humming an unknown tune.

“You, of all people, should know otherwise…” He grumbles, turning away and crossing his arms.

You chuckle, putting your hand on his lower back.

“Joking. Why did you not let me drive, then?”

“I had plans for us.”

“And if I didn’t accept?”

“Then I’d cry.”

You coo, reaching to scratch at his undercut.

“Poor baby.” You drawl, giggling at the end.

“Your baby.” He corrects, smug as a bastard.

“Cringe.”

“Enough, let’s go to your new home.” He smirks triumphantly, walking to his car and opening the passenger door for you to get in.

“How gentlemanly.” You say as you enter, making sure to not lifting your ass too much for Satoru to see. But you know you fail when you hear him whistle. You knew he’d do that. Perv.

“Ugh, zip it.”

“I’m just checking out the goods I’ll be getting.” He shrugs, making sure you had no limbs outside and shut the door.

He climbs in the other side of the car, reaching for your belt to secure you, face dropping when he sees you had already done so.

“You let me do nothing, do you?”

He groans, pulling away to put his own belt on.

“It’s a habit, I’m sorryyy~” You draw out the last letter.

“Whatever.” He fake sulks and starts the car.

A few minutes later, you arrive at the Gojo Estate, marvelling at all the side houses and beautiful scenery.

You had already visited, but it was still the same reaction all the time; you, mouth agape and eyes wide with wonder, next to him, smug and guiding you by the hand or, rather, waist, now.

“Welcome back, Gojo-sama.” A servant near the main house’s entrance bowed lowly and respectfully.

“Hi Atsuya.” He greets and lets you enter first.

“No one’s home except for the servants. We’re alooone~” He whispers into your ear, pecking the outer shell of it.

“Jesus, Toru, don’t do that.”

He hums, guiding you to his room.

As he opens the door, you realise very suddenly how rich he was in comparison to you. He could probably buy you, and it wouldn’t make a difference in his wallet.

“Do you need anything?” He gestures to the bathroom.

“Yeah, I’ll wash up a bit and then I’ll come back.” You nod and head to the bathroom.

You didn’t actually need to go. But you did need to calm yourself.

I mean, when was the last time your crushes had actually acknowledged you? Never. So, better be ready.

You hear your name and perk up from the sink.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

Awh. He’s worried.

“Yes. I’ll be out in a minute.” You wash your hands and dry them.

Then, you open the door to go back to Gojo.

Except, you didn’t expect the Gojo Satoru, Strongest sorcerer of our time, in the Jujutsu world, to be unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing drool worthy abs, pretty pink nipples and miles of pale skin.

Your first instinct is to say sorry but you remember he’s supposed to fuck you, so you steady yourself and walk over to him, helping him with the buttons.

He smiles, “thank you, sweetie.”

“It’s not for you, I just wanna look closer.” You look up, a smug expression on your face. You place a warm hand on his pec and look down at his chest as your hand smooths over his abs, ribs and near his happy trail.

Gojo exhales shakily, gripping your hand. You look back up, questioning him wordlessly.

“Would you believe me if I said I’ve waited for so long?” He drops his head, swallowing nervously.

“Only if you believe the same for me.” You giggle, but they sound more like breathless huffs.

“God, I can’t wait to have you.” He kisses the side of your neck, holding your hand in one of his, the other resting on your hip.

You flush, and Satoru releases your hand, exploring your body with his to find the zipper behind you.

He groans when he doesn’t find it, “Sugar, where is it?” You tilt your head confusingly.

“Where is what?” You question, but realise the next second. You reach for the dress’s straps, pulling them down to reveal yourself.

You had a habit of matching underwear with the outfit you wore, which led to you using your lacy black set. It was the only black underwear that was clean.

Gojo gapes, choking on his spit and almost looking away bashfully, instead looking down when your fingers hooking in the waistband of his underwear to pull down.

“Fuck…” he exhales, throwing his head back to try and make sense that this is you, the one he always had a crush on since your freshman year and his sophomore year of high school.

“You’re already reacting this much, and I haven’t even touched you. How will you react when I suck you-“ He cuts you off with a calloused hand to your mouth.

You lift your eyes to meet his. His flushed face combined with swollen lips due to being bitten, is a tragic view.

He’s so ethereal, it’s impossible to have even imagined that he’s got a crush on you, of all people.

You were so sure there were women with more chest, butt and-

“Sweetie, if you start to doze off on me, I won’t be able to fuck you.”

Satoru interrupts your daydream about him.

His face is closer, still flushed and he now sports the handsome grin he always wears.

“Tch, don’t get too cocky. I’ll have you crying.” You retort, grinning as you shove your hand in his boxers, paling at the girth. It was barely hard, too.

“Well?” He crosses his arms. The fucker knew he was big, too.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” You feign boredom.

But you lied. It was everything you couldn’t naturally handle. You wonder how pornstars take such big dicks.

Because the next moment, he pushes you onto the bed, almost tearing his underwear off in his haste. He halts at your lacy set, pouting.

“Here’s a little bargain, sweetheart.” You perk up, eyes glazed.

“You let me tear off this stupid barrier,” you frown, crossing your arms. “And I’ll buy you whatever you want to replace them.”

You hum, interested in the deal.

“Who am I kidding? You’re going to be my wife, for fuck’s sake.”

And without warning, quickly unclasps your bra and rips off your panties, making you gasp.

“You jerk! Buy me everything I want— ah!” You shiver at his breath hitting your bare pussy.

“Satoru- wait!” You try to grab his hair but he was too fast, shoving his face into your core, moaning loudly like it was one of those atrociously sweet candies.

“Mmhfuck- sweetheart, you definitely knew about this.” His voice is muffled behind your folds, licking and sucking like your cunt was a lollipop.

“Toru, wait!” You grip his hair and pull him off, drawing out a low whine. Like a child getting candy taken away.

“Let’s make a bet.” You huff, leaning up on your elbows. He listens and sits back on his heels. He always loved to compete in useless things with you.

“Whoever cums first is a loser.” You sit up, grinning and putting your hands on his shoulders to help yourself onto him.

“Oh? Then it’s easy. I’d win.” He snickers, moving to put his head on the pillows to put you on top. You are secured by his hands on your waist, tightly grasping.

“Nah, I’d win.” You grin, moving to face his hardness full on, it still shocks you, but you put on a brave face and put your knees on each side of his face, presenting your mound to him.

Your face flushes, planting both hands on his thighs, gulping and kissing the tip to start. He twitches and you smirk, touching the underside of his tip with your tongue.

He shivers and shoves your hips down on his mouth to stop himself from getting distracted, moaning in ecstasy at your touch and taste.

You hiss and start working him up, licking from base to the slit on top and wrapping your hand around it, squeezing and jerking it off as you start to take him in your mouth.

Your jaw is aching when you take an inch or two in, swallowing nervously as it starts to rapidly approaching the back of your throat, humming in apprehension, which makes him twitch and moan in your pussy.

“Mmfuckk,” he licks your clit and suckles on it, kissing it sloppily. You grunt around his dick.

You drop your head another inch, taking it in like a champ and groaning, moving your hand up and down where you can’t reach.

He groans and plunges his tongue inside your cunt, slurping like it was his last meal and he was starving.

You moan and begin to move faster, bobbing your head and hand in sync to make him cum first.

“S-slooowww doowwwnhhh..” he hums in your pussy, shaking his head with his tongue lolled out, moving your clit left and right and stimulating it like a goddamned vibrator.

Unfortunately for him, you do the same, albeit unknowingly, because the mewls turns into vibrations on his tip and he spills inside your mouth with a loud cry, wrapping each arms around the upper part of your thighs and pushing you impossibly closer to his face to try to not make too much noise.

You suck harder in victory, keeping the cum inside your mouth while his poor weeping cock spurts more until it overflows and makes you pull off, cheeks full of semen.

You hum, almost purring in satisfaction.

Turning around, you try to remove your hips off his head, his strong arms around your thighs too tight.

You gulp down, begrudgingly, the salty and bitter taste running down your throat as you try to move, “You lost ‘Toru, let go’v me.” You grumble, wiggling your ass off.

“Nnnoooo, ‘m gonna wiiiinnnn…” he whines, tongue out to lick your exposed clit, determined to make you cum.

“I won! ‘Toru, let me get off, ffuuuhhhhckkk—“ your back arches as he sucks up your slick, making you dig your nails into his hips, thighs shaking.

“Let mhhhhheee make you ccuuuuhhmmm-“ he cuts himself off and pulls on your clit with his teeth. Suctioning it, soothing the pain and licking, slipping his tongue inside, grunting.

Fuck, he’s actually good, you think, as you bite your lip to restrain most of your whines, leaning further on his face, and slipping off his chin before he brings you back on it.

And finally, the coil in your stomach releases, and so does a scream of Satoru’s name out your mouth.

Flopping down on his chest, face near his erection.

…

He’s still HARD?

HOW?!

“‘Toru-“ you lift your head as he licks his lips, savoring the slick that glazed them, you suppress a pleased hum.

“Fuck, you’re good…” he mumbles, irked that you, his sweet little high school crush, managed to make him cum before him, the world renowned strongest sorcerer of this modern age, and self proclaimed squirt king.

It crushed his ego and he wanted to hide forever. Between your thighs, preferably.

“‘Tooooruuuuuuuu, stop hiding, I won.” You finally get off, changing directions so you face him, smirking as you straddle his lap, mindful of the biggest dick you’ve seen in your fucking life.

He huffs, hiding his face in the space between his elbow and arm. From what you can see of his face, he’s blushing, probably embarrassed.

“Don’t be like thaaaat, ‘Toruuuuu,” you chuckle, moving his arm away, “it was fun, wasn’t it? There’s no shame in being sensitive, don’t worry.”

Your grin could not be wider, he thinks, but it’s beautiful. He wraps his hands around your waist, grumbling under his breath about your eagerness to see him defeated.

“Don’t be a sore loser, ‘Toruuu.” You drawl, pecking the corner of his lips, cupping his cheeks.

He smirks, “it’s fine, I guess…” as he’s trying to move you downwards, but you catch the movement earlier than he could do more.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” You question as you grip his wrists, he smiles guiltily.

“You didn’t think we’d stop there, did you?” He cocks his head, like a cute, little clueless dog.

“At least give me a break, you unstoppable force.” You huff, pushing against his chest to slide further on his lap.

“Hooooh—careful.” Gojo slithers his hand to your lower back, pressing your core to his. He smiles like he just stopped you from falling, like a gentleman.

His gaze, however, was anything but gentlemanly. It was more like a bunny in front of a wolf. A prey in front of a predator.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you wanna eat me or something.” You huff, crossing your arms as you balance on his lap.

“Cause I do.” He laughs, leaning into you seductively. You push your hand against his lips when he gets too close.

He snaps his eyes open, frowning.

“I literally just swallowed your cum, you don’t want it.” You explain, removing your hand to place it on his hip.

He leans in again, too fast for you, as he cups the back of your head to push you into his tantalizing kiss.

He moans, trying to make you open your mouth, and hums softly when you do.

When you both pull away, Gojo lifts your right leg up, determined to have a second round.

“Wait! Wait! Put it in slowly, ‘kay?” You stop him, pressing both hands on his thighs, behind you.

“Uh-huh…” He nods absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the way his tip hooked inside your hole. He looked surprisingly mesmerized.

“I’m serio-ah!” You inhale sharply as he begins to push in, slowly, as you said. At least he took that into account.

“Ffffhuuck, fuckfuckfuck-“ He mumbles, closing his eyes and huffing loudly, almost whining.

Satoru pushes the tip in, but you already felt like you were going to tap out. You were Grade 1, sure, but in your ability to take dick, you’d be Grade 4. He was too big for your liking.

“I feel like…” He swallows harshly, breathing erratic, “you’re going to tear, uh-“ He pulls out, leaving you bereft and whining.

“Where’d you go?” You open your eyes, when had you closed them? and find him looking at your pussy like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Hold on, I’m gonna help you.” In all honesty, you were painfully tight for him, and he didn’t want you to get hurt.

So, as a remedy, he shoves a long finger into your pussy, spit coating it. You hold a yell, opting to dig your nails into his shoulder, leaving red crescent marks on his perfect pale skin.

“S’toru, slow it down!” You grit your teeth, shutting your eyes tightly.

He looks up at you, pressing sweet kisses on your lips, smiling at your expression. Right as he adds a second finger, your legs shake in effort, sweat coating your skin.

“Almost there, just one more, ‘kay?” He hums in your ear and gifting you little rewarding kisses to your face.

You nod, feeling your insides get looser, relaxing your muscles to ease him inside.

“God, hmmfh…” You open your eyes as he adds a third one, eyes trained on his fingers plunging inside of you. Your head tips backwards.

Suddenly, you feel empty, looking back down to see Gojo pushing his cock inside, his hand shaking as he lines up to your cunt.

“Agh— ‘Toruu!” You grab both of his shoulders and wrap your legs around his hips, trembling.

“Relax, please, please relax-“ he whines, putting his forehead against yours.

Did he just whine?

Your mouth opens, ready to tease him, however, you eat your words as he accidentally shoves more than half of his dick inside you.

A scream rips through your throat, swallowing his cock with your pussy.

“I got you, I got you, hnnggh.” He drops his head in between your neck and shoulder, tickling you.

“You’re so tight… ‘m gonna dieee.” He whimpers, nibbling on your skin. How could the Strongest ever die from pussy?

“You’re ngh-ot gunna- oh, die!” You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer.

He begins to trust in shallowly, grunting like a wild animal, inhaling in between huffs.

He detaches himself from your neck, rubbing his lips to yours, a stray tear falling down his cheek.

“Aha, ha- you’re crying, you big baby.” You huff as you kiss his tear away. He sniffs, shutting his eyes.

“Don’t make fun of meee-hnngg..” He nuzzles into your kiss and tries to capture your lips within his.

You share a heated kiss, full of love (spit) and passion (teeth clashing against each other).

Each thrust sends you backwards, that Satoru fixes when he brings you back onto his cock.

You perk up when you hear your name, uttered so softly you couldn’t have heard of you didn’t listen closely, “can I put it all in?”

You look down, and eyes widening comically when you see only three fourths of his dick was inside. You swallowed in fear and anticipation.

That’s a whole monster there. Couldn’t he have at least had something that wasn’t good?

“I’m perfect in every way, obviously my dick would be big.” He snickers when you realize you said that out loud, pushing against his chest the way you did when he teased you, back in high school.

“No you’re…” You breathe in harshly, “bad at fucking me.” You snicker, regretting as soon as he shoves his dick all the way in, in, in, does it never end?

You moan loudly, sure to be ashamed of the aftermath later. But Satoru will deal with it for you.

“Shh, the walls aren’t, ugh- that thick!” He shudders, dropping his head in between your breasts with a loud whine out of his throat, teeth gnashing against each other to keep his noises in check.

You manage to huff out a laugh, but lock your legs around his waist, mouth dropping in a silent moan, the thrusts getting deeper and more desperate.

A nibble on your nipple breaks your haze, clacking your teeth together.

You grab Satoru’s hair and pull him off.

“What’s- what are you? A baby?” You scold half heartedly, mewling when he swipes a calloused thumb on your clit, your grip loosening.

“Y-yes—fuck!” He nods, dropping his head back into the comfort of your chest, his moans vibrating within your ribs. “I’m your baby, right?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel as if Satoru was your lifeline and you had to keep holding him to live. You had both sets of limbs around him, arms around his neck and legs around his hips.

Thrust-thrust-thrust, it was a seemingly never ending process, of his thumb rubbing uneven patterns on your clit and licking your nipples like they were a lollipop. Whimpering, even. Never have you even fathomed the Strongest whimpering in front of you.

You giggle, breathless and on the edge of a moan. His eyes contort in confusion.

“Fuck you laughing for?” He grumbles, licking up to your neck, dragging the tip of his nose to tickle you.

“Never mind, I’ll make sure you forget how to laugh by the time I’m done with you.” He pulls out to the tip, his fingers forming a V around your almost red cunt to watch how it forms around his tip as he pushes his dick back inside, where it belongs.

He returns inside your arms, snuggling you as he wraps his around your waist to bring your pussy down on him, making the both of you cry out in spine breaking wails of pleasure.

“‘Toru, you bastard- at least warnaahhh-“ You shudder, gritting your teeth as he presses his thumb to your clit.

“Shut.. up, or I’ll cum.. too fahhstt..!” He closes his mouth but still the noise in the back of his throat still makes its appearance, making him whine loudly as he wills himself to not cum too fast. It would embarrassing for The Strongest to cum before his beloved, right?

“Can you just, c-cuhhhmm! Ah-already?” He complains, his eyes crossing and tears spilling down his red-streaked cheeks. You couldn’t believe yourself, but you thought he was cute.

“F-fuhck, please, ‘Toru, slow- ngh- down!” You pull on his hair, gasping for air. Unfortunately, he heard ‘don’t slow down’ and heeded to the non-existent words. In all honesty, you were going to die from too much dick, and you didn’t really mind.

He somehow picked up on the speed and went faster, sealing your efforts to walk tomorrow.

Suddenly, a low growl slices through the air, you open your eyes, when had you shut them? to see if your Satoru had turned into a monster mid way through sex, only to see his embarrassed expression, red flushing his face and not in the way that was pleasant.

“Was that you?” You ask breathlessly, wondering where the animal was, because you certainly didn’t feel hungry after all the food you ate at the restaurant.

“That’s.. my stomach. Pretty sure.” He buries his face in the space between your shoulder and your neck, panting at the movements he was subconsciously making with his hips.

“D’awww, is baby hungry?” You tease, scratching his undercut playfully, or as a way to comfort him. He slowly pulls away, a noise of discomfort working up both of your throats.

“Shuuut it. I’m getting Atsuya to get me some food.” You frown, grabbing him by the ear, to which he winces, moaning in pain.

“What does that mean? You’re leaving me for food?” You twist your hand slightly, making him cry out.

“Wait! Wait! Just let me do something, trust me!” He swats your hand away, pouting.

“Tch, if this is a ploy to ditch me, remember, I know your parents.” You warn, pushing the tip of your finger against his smooth and plushy pec.

“I won’t! Be right back.” He smacks a sloppy kiss on your lips, biting the lower one and rushing to get a bathrobe before heading to the door, yelling out some orders and coming back with a plate of… certainly not filling food. Whipped cream, cherries, even chocolate sauce and… candy. Various ones.

“What.” You deadpan, pushing a pillow between your thighs to avoid being indecent in front of servants.

“Well, I’m gonna eat on you.”

“Didn’t you eat a whole ass menu at the restaurant. I’m gonna kill you.” Satoru’s eyes widen, quickly putting the plate down and all but ripping the pillow away from your thighs, diving right into it, no prep.

“Satoru!” You cry out, your thighs straining to wrap around his head tightly, unfortunately, his hands were too strong, keeping them apart so he could eat his ‘appetizer’.

“Fuck, stop moving, I’ll get you in a better mood, I promise, Sugar.” He whispers, quickly shoving two fingers inside your mellow cunt, moving in and out in the most frustratingly fast way possible. You had to admit, he was damn good in bed.

You shudder, an orgasm electrifying your every being, with his stupid harsh tongue and fast fingers, he was making you cum in almost less than a minute.

He cleans you up, licking every fluid out of your pussy, sucking and slurping, the noises were abhorrently loud.

He pulls off, grabbing the whipped cream to spread it all over your chest, the coldness of it making your nipples perk up.

You jerk, hissing and trying to swat his hand away but failing when he plants his head in between your breasts and licks his sweet cream off, leaving red hickeys where he sucked particularly harshly.

“Satoruuuu…” You slip your head under his bathrobe to help him get it off, he lifts his head, dazed.

“You’re so beautiful, I could cry.” He mumbles, his tongue white from the cream.

“Don’t say stuff like that.” You scold, looking away as you feel a rush of blood through your cheeks.

He chuckles, getting off to take off the bathrobe, throwing it in the unknown corner where your other clothes reside.

“Itadakimasu.” He clasps his hands together, chuckling, then grabs your hips, bringing you down on his monstrously big cock. You could’ve sworn you felt like you were having sex for the first time again from how it felt, like you were being teared apart.

Your hands instinctively tangle themselves in his hair, bringing him closer. He huffs, his tongue lolling out to lick the rest of the cream left of your boobs, whining as his hips push flush against yours, your pussy lips stretching to take all of his freakish length. It was too big to be normal.

Satoru whines parts of your name, kissing down your neck to your chest, licking occasionally.

Your head tips to the side, swallowing a whine as he starts to touch your clit, rubbing weird patterns, but you wouldn’t complain when you’re this close. He already took this away once, you wouldn’t let him take it away twice.

“Su-Sugar, fffuck! What’s wrong? Hey?” He searches your face for any discomfort, wondering why you were spacing out all of the sudden, he follows your gaze, his eyes zeroing on the plate of sugary treats. He tilts his head cutely, wondering why you would look at that while he was rearranging your guts.

Meanwhile, you got an idea looking at the whipped cream and stem-plucked cherries.

“Would you… oh lord, turn over, let me ride you. Please.” You look away from his scarily bright blue eyes, eyeing your every move as his Six Eyes scan you for any wounds or tearing or anything that could bring you harm.

“Ohhh-kay…” He shifts, lifting you gently to straddle his lap, pulling you in softly.

The change in angle makes you wince, to which he panics and searches you for anything that could’ve hurt you.

“I’m fine, Toru.” You whisper his name in such a delicate manner, he wondered if he had broken anything in you. However, you get off of him, making him sound out a long whine out of his throat.

“Where are you goin’?” He blinks literal tears away to watch your blurry figure reach for the whipped cream and shaking it to thicken it.

“Do you trust me?” You ask him, approaching like a predator having found its prey. He nods hesitantly.

“Let me eat whipped cream off of it, and I’ll let you use me, trust me.” You promise, removing the cap off the bottle. You then kneel between his legs and tip the cream down to the tip of his length.

A wail rips out of his throat when the cold whipped cream touched him, his hands already pale from grabbing the sheets with such force, you’d think he used Lapse Blue to strengthen the hold.

“Cold, cold, cold! Fuck! You evil woman!” He shivers, you snicker, putting the bottle away and wrapping your hands around his cock to warm it.

Satoru’s mouth drops in a low moan, his hands struggling to take control of the situation despite his trust in you. You silence him quietly.

“I got you, don’t worry. I’ll warm you with my mouth, baby, don’t cry.” You coo, snickering at his hiss. Putting your hair behind your ears, you lick the cream and hum pleasantly, the taste sweet but not enough to deter you.

You lick all of it off, tongue swirling around Satoru’s tip as he whines, hips bucking up. Your name works its way up his throat, dragging it the last syllable.

You smile, taking more into your mouth as he chokes on air and sniffles. He looks down, a small frown between his eyebrows. You look up inquisitively, humming around the appendage and he jerks, shoving it all in and gagging you.

“Hhhgck!” He pulls himself off and cups your face.

“I’m sooo sorryyy, sweetie, let me make it up to you.”

“W-What?” You gasp when he hooks an arm under your knee, presses his tip to your entrance along with his lips to yours as he pushes in roughly, your noises silenced by his earlier act.

Your hands, however, were spared, as you scratched and spread up and down his back, to his undercut.

“Fffhuuuckk..” Satoru whispers against your lips in a desperate manner, a stray tear slipping on his cheek.

You wipe it away, giggling breathlessly, said breath getting knocked out of you each time he thrust too hard.

His hands roam the expanse of your hips and waist hesitatingly, not knowing what and where to touch.

He resolves himself to grab the chocolate sauce and pour it over your chest again, closing the lid and dropping it on the bedroom floor.

Licking all over you like a child tasting a lollipop, he hums in absolute pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hips move with a mind of their own, his fingers messing with your clit to push you over the edge.

By the time he had licked you clean, you were cumming a second time, mind blank as you clenched hard on his cock, and Satoru felt like you were cutting his dick off.

Satoru whimpers your name, eyes shut and hips moving on instinct with his fat tip smashing against your g-spot, now that he knew where it was.

"I'm... gonna-!" He groans, biting around your nipple and leaving a mark that probably won't heal for a week at least. His resulting moan vibrated you to your core, and you probably climaxed again, but the sensations were starting to merge together. You couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

When you blinked back your consciousness, crying, out of pleasure of course, Satoru had already slumped in between your breasts tiredly. For once, his eyes weren’t on you, closed in exhaustion.

Your hands carded through his snowy hair gently, it’s as if you didn’t even feel his still twitching cock on your thigh.

“Sugar.”

“Satoru.” You respond, eyes closed as you recuperated. You feel him shift around on your body.

“You love me, right?” He plants his chin on your sternum, pouting up at you.

“Of course. Do you love me?” You open your eyes, your tone almost accusative. Satoru looks almost indignant, like you had ask him if he killed his best friend.

“Of course I do! I love you so so so much,” he squeezes you close to him and smacks multiple wet kisses on your lips and on your cheeks. However, he looks into your eyes with a small drop of guilt once he’s done.

You narrow your eyes, “what did you do…”

“Nothing, just,” Satoru sighs, flips over and drags you with him to lay you onto his chest. “Can we go again? I’m still hard.”

“You’re shitting me.” You look down, and to your horror, he wasn’t lying.

“Can we?” He looks so hopeful, so innocent as if he wasn’t asking to rearrange your guts more than he has already.

“No.” He whines and pouts, settling on wrapping his too-big arms (when did he start getting so buff? He was a twig in high school!) around you.

“I’ll ask you tomorrow then.” Satoru winks his cerulean eyes at you, attempting to flirt.

“You better not.” You already know you’re going to cave in. You predict it.

#jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #solace's works #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo x you #jujutsu gojo #jjk #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x y/n #jjk satoru #satoru gojo x reader

209 notes · View notes

blushingbubbles · 8 days ago

Text

last-orgasm storytime -- sorry it took me a bit to write but it is...long

Sooo last night (1/31) was the last orgasm i’ll have for likely all of 2025, and i’m still fuzzy from it.

Still. It’s *checks clock* 6pm as im writing this. Still fuzzy. It happened like 18 hours ago.

The last free orgasm I had was on January 10th, and I didn’t even like it. It was rushed and short and unearned.

On February 1st, I entered long-term denial, and I wanted to cum one last time before it started.

In fact, I wanted to cum so badly that in exchange, I added 180 days to my denial. But because I added those 180 days, I started to fear that the orgasm wasn’t going to be worth it.

The last free orgasm i had sucked. I panicked that this next one would suck too, that I’d traded 180 days of denial just to regret it.

and hahahaha

i would trade 1800 days of denial for what i got on 1/31.

wc: 2600 (lol) | *exempt from forbidden words rules, and if u try to punish me for this post that i worked very hard on i will block you*

⊹₊⟡⋆ leading up ⊹₊⟡⋆

Sir & I talked on the phone for two days prior to the 31st. The first night we just talked, which got me used to his voice in my ear. The second night we talked a bit and played a bit, which made me more comfortable with his instructions & flow in a scene, which was wonderful. I would’ve had a difficult time relaxing with him if it’d been our first time speaking. But it wasn’t. It was our third, so I felt really safe & comfortable going into our call.

The morning of the 31st I told him about my dream that centered around worshipping his cock. I told him how needy it’d made me. Sent him a picture of how wet I was. He praised me for it...and then told me I wasn’t allowed to touch until he called that night. At all.

Rude. (i kid)

To make matters worse, he sent some incredible nudes with an instruction to look at them once an hour every hour. This left my imaginative mind with some wild running fantasies. Excerpts from our messages started with “god im like whining” / “you look so soft” end devolved to “it’d be so fuckimg easy for you to breed me” / “wanna be so full of ur cock i struggle breathing Sir”

Believe it or not, I actually had no problem with not touching – it was like a given. He told me to not touch so even though I was feverishly horny, touching was out of the question.

The thing I had a problem with was the anxiety. It kept trying to convince me that he was going to forget or get distracted or cancel (he touched base about once every other hour to humor my feral messages, which curbed that anxiety well).

When I was making dinner though, the fact i was going to cum for the last time in 2025 that night started to get to me.

The anticipation became too much to sweep under the rug and I decided to tell him. The convo looked like this:

hi | my heart's beating really really fast In a good way I hope! i think im just excited but it does feel like anxiety It's a lot of anticipation. i dont knowwwwni dont know | It's a lot of anticipation Don't worry bubbles, I'm going take good care of you. | I'm adaptable | We'll get you what you need | You needn't worry about it, I'll be there with you and for you

(i totally cried happy tears)

⊹₊⟡⋆ the beginning ⊹₊⟡⋆

im all fuzzy again lol. Sir called. We chatted about our days and how I was feeling. He asked what I’d laid out (a vibrating egg, a dildo, a clit suction toy). I made a joke about having a hairbrush on my bed, but it was strictly for brushing my hair before he called. He laughed and agreed there was no need for the hairbrush because we’re not in high school anymore.

First, he asked me to spread my legs to the corners of the mattress. Because of my anxiety, he knew without me asking to go really really slowly, and I'm grateful for it. He took time warming me up and talking to me in the first minutes.

He told me to repeat lines back to him -- repeating lines makes me very pliable, and that night was no exception. I might've repeated I like to show off for Sir 20 times. Afterward, Sir wanted me to spread my pussy for him too, so I did.

But then he said, "little more," which made me think he had cameras in my room. I told him this and he reassured me that he didn't. Instead, he's just inside my head. <3

The night is very hazy. I wrote this with a lot of assistance from him, but this is one thing I remember clearly: everything Sir said was a specific instruction.

He didn’t say “I want you to tease yourself” and then wait for me to explain how I teased myself. He said “take your left hand and drag it up the inside of your left thigh. Slower. I’ll give you the rhythm.”

There’s a time and subject for the “I want you to tease yourself.”

I am not the subject. So it's never the time. I’m always afraid I’m doing something wrong, so I ask clarifying questions – “like ___? Or should I _____?”

But each of Sir's instructions were to-the-letter. Because of that, I never had to worry about doing something right or wrong. There was no ambiguity, there was just the instruction.

I'd already surrendered to his dominance, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to turn my brain off entirely.

At first, he didn’t incorporate the toys. It was nails on thighs and fingers spreading wetness around.

In his words, he was playing with his food.

Eventually, eventually, I was allowed to focus on my clit. Even longer after that, I was permitted to insert my fingers. By this point, with the lengths to which he was dragging it out, I started to whine (which was exactly where he wanted me).

After that, the vibrating egg came into play.

⊹₊⟡⋆ the middle ⊹₊⟡⋆

I’d told him the day prior what countdowns do to me and why, and he incorporated them at every milestone of the night.

With the toy still off, Sir told me to run it up and down my slit. Then I had to hold it at my entrance, adding pressure without allowing it inside. He counted me down and allowed me to insert the toy, then counted me down again to turn it on.

I don’t know how it happened. I sincerely – I don’t know. After a while he gave me a break, and I checked my phone to make sure its battery was still alright and found that an hour and a half had passed. He thought my surprise was cute.

In his words: “I'm glad you're having such a good time, but this night is FAR from over."

Sir told me to get my clit suction toy out and lay it on the bed in front of me, as if to tease me. Keeping the toy turned off, he told me to press it where I usually liked it the most. Then he told me to lift it off. Then place it back on.

Once I had a grasp on exactly how to move, he told me once the toy was turned on, he would give me a number, and I'd have to hold the toy on my clit for that many seconds--but he had me do the counting.

We started on low -- the toy has like 8 settings, so the first setting is usually never enough for me to even really feel? But after all the teasing and build up, I thought for a while I might've been able to hit an edge with it.

He made me hold it on for 3 seconds. 7. 15. Between every number, the toy hovered over my clit so I could hear it and feel a whisper of it, but it wasn't enough to give me any sensation or pleasure.

According to him: I demonstrated incredible self control. Despite how good the toy felt, I always put it down when he told me to, and only when he told me to.

He had me turn it up 2 notches, and I'm pretty sure this is where the last of my comprehensive thought left me.

I literally -- it's so hazy after this, I have no idea. I know he toyed with me just like that -- making me count up to 5, 12, then 7, then 3. He continually reminded me that I wasn't allowed to cum. He also reassured me I absolutely wouldn't be punished for pulling the toy off before reaching the requested number.

The most important rule was to wait for him to give me the orgasm--everything else came second.

There was a stretch of time that I was hitting an edge by 1 -- like the moment the vibrator got too close I was chanting I can't, I can't, I can't.

It felt like an eternity of me going absolutely stupid while teetering on the edge of orgasm.

He gave me a water break after the "I can't," chanting, and this was approximately our conversation:

"You can't?" no Sir, I can't "Why can't you?" bc i don't have permission "And you need permission, don't you?" yes Sir i do i need it "You need it because you don't have a choice, isn't that right?" yes Sir that's right, I don't have a choice "Say that again." i don't have a choice, Sir

That last line was repeated 10+ times

It was incredible. He had me edge myself for him. over. and over. and over.

and over.

and over again.

In his words: It was about 38 edges in just as many minutes.

I remember going nonverbal. I remember him telling me to be clear with the numbers, and I recall that being the hardest part -- because my lips and tongue no longer wanted to work.

Babygirl, you're mumbling again! I need you to speak very clearly into your mic.Yes Sir, i understand

I started to get fuzzy. If you remember the old-school televisions -- whenever you would turn them off, that collection of static hovered across the screen. You could collect the static in your hands?

I felt like I'd swallowed it. That static blanketed my mind. My tongue was numb. My mind was buzzing. I was incoherent. I've never felt anything like it.

⊹₊⟡⋆ the end ⊹₊⟡⋆

From beginning of the call to the orgasm was over 2 hours. 2 hours he teased me. Denied me. Played with me until I was on the edge and made me wait there. I felt what was left of my brain disintegrate. turn to mush. slip out between my thighs.

(thank you Sir for helping me to recall this part)

Babygirl, you've been perfectly obedient for me tonight. (a long drawn-out whine) I'm very proud of you, of your self control. Are you sufficiently fucked out? Is your head all fuzzy now sweet girl? Can you even understand what i'm saying or are you too much of a brainless whore? (generally affirmative and giggly slut noises) I think you've earned your orgasm. *voice cracking* really? You have my permission to cum. We are going to change the rules of play now. Do you understand? Yes Sir, I understand, thank you.

There was more in there, but I can't remember when -- he asked me if I still wanted it, and i didn't know the answer anymore. I wanted to say yes -- i wanted it so badly, but I was so fuzzy all i could think was only if you want me to.

Like I was no longer in a space that needed the orgasm - i only needed to make him happy.

it was the same game. hold the vibrator on the clit for the number of seconds he wanted. But the rules had changed. This time he would do the counting ( i loved the counting )

and this time, I was allowed to cum.

however -- the count didn't end when I orgasmed. the count ended when the count ended, and I had to keep the vibrator on until then.

he started with 3 seconds. Before this, I'd been hitting the edge in 3 seconds. But knowing I had permission to cum it felt different -- stronger of an edge almost?

The count ended.

Sir stressed again that I was allowed to cum. Then he counted down from 5 seconds? Or maybe it was 10?

The edge was right there, but the orgasm still felt so far away. The release was being stubborn. Maybe my body didn't feel like it was real?

He said again

Babygirl, you're allowed to cum. Sincerely.

Then he counted down from 20, dragging each number out to his liking.

Maybe I was scared of cumming too soon and overstimulating myself? I'm not sure. But my orgasm held and held and held. It did not want to release.

It sat like a boulder on a cliff, just one breath from falling off and giving me what he ordered. But it didn't budge, and there wasn't anything I could do. I was getting upset with myself by the time he hit 12.

When he hit 10, I discovered the issue.

It wasn't enough for him to give me permission to cum beforehand. I needed it while I was on the edge. The realization hit me so hard I would've fallen over had I been standing. With the time counting down, the pleading spilled from me. I don't even remember what came out of my mouth. He told me it was very very pretty though.

He had reached 6.

Please Sir i need your permission, I need you to give me permission again. I need it I need it.

Cum for me babygirl.

Relief was simultaneously like lightning and a flood through me, and it shoved the stubborn boulder right off the cliff.

There were 2 waves to the orgasm. The first wave was on the "5," the second was when he said "2."

After the second one I kind of blacked out a bit.

But I sincerely don't.....recall...all I know was it was (bar none) the most powerful and most perfect orgasm I've ever had <3

⊹₊⟡⋆ after/care ⊹₊⟡⋆

I cried. i had a feeling i would -- the anticipation + my anxiety + the orgasm was a huge release. my tears slipped into my headphones and they started to fizzle and crack out on me. He told me to stay in bed, but I wanted to find my other pair.

He was right to tell me to stay lying down -- I got dizzy when I stood up.

He praised me for how good of a job I did which made me want to cry even more. I thanked him like a million times. He thanked me a million times, and he told me to drink my juice.

We talked about all 2 hours of the call. From the teasing to the egg to the counting to the vibrator to the permission to the begging. He filled in some hazy spots I'd already forgotten in my edged-out state.

I stressed that I wouldn't have changed a single thing about it. I had a lollipop, and i fell asleep talking to him on the phone. IT WAS PERFECT AND IM SO GLAD I TRADED 180 DAYS OF DENIAL FOR IT I'D DO IT AGAIN IN A HEARTBEAT.

#it speaks #wr!ting #attention wh0r3 #needy slvt #dumb slvt #needy wh0re #dumb wh0re #0rgasm denial #female denial #denial #0rgasm control #edging kink #edging game

116 notes · View notes

nereidprinc3ss · 1 year ago

Note

okay i know this is kind of a specific request but can you do something with professor Spence and uni reader where they get into a spat and argue bc she did something stupid and he gets mad and she’s like “noooo pls don’t be mad i hate when you’re mad at me I’m sorry🥺” bc she literally cannot function knowing she let him down (me with everybody) but he’s like super stubborn and goes all closed up and quiet so that he doesn’t like blow up on her until she finally says like “pls talk to me” and he’s all pissed and like “hell na bitch u crazy!🗣️‼️” but then later he’s like “it’s ok i love u but neva do that shit again ho” then they make up and it’s good again 🎀 ok i explained that so poorly (and comedically if i may) but i hope u get it and pls make it SO DRAMATIC bc I live for drama! like she steals test answers or something or does something that could like get her kicked out of school OR him lose his job 🤔 sigh … idk I’m leaving now. Also i LOOPOOOCE ORRKGOOVI love your fics. Luv em

hey girl (gender neutral) this made me laugh bc genuinely sometimes i write spencer so ooc that is what he sounds like. and i'm not sorry! anyway this is potentially a vyvanse fueled nightmare but i wrote it and i'm posting it MY BLOG MY RULES BITCHESSSS!!!! but genuinely read the content warning LMAO this one got a lil kick to it

warnings/tags: ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, fem!reader, spencer and r get into a for real argument like they're mean to each other, spencer is a lil toxic but its resolved, emotionally neglects reader just for a teeensy second but then he's really nice and sweet again, discussion of his past addic+ion, gets fluffy because i'm not EVIL, gets suggestive at the end bc i am secretly evil.......

a/n: i don't know whats happening. this confuses me just as much as it confuses you. its 3 am in the morning. im gonna post nice happy things soon. Gootbye

“I cannot believe you right now. I don’t even—I don’t even know what to say.”

“Spencer, you don’t have to say anything. It has nothing to do with you, and I’m not looking for your approval.”

He looks up from where he’d been rubbing his temples, like you’re a headache, eyebrows raised and lips parted in indignant disbelief.

“Oh! You’re not looking for my approval? Well thank god for that, because if you were one of my students I would recommend expulsion to the board.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just said I don’t care about your opinion on this, much less your hypothetical opinion from some alternate universe where you have any authority over my education whatsoever.”

“You distributed an answer key to half of your class! Objectively this is the kind of thing that gets people expelled. I don’t understand how someone so smart could do something so fucking stupid.”

The words bite more than you were prepared for—but what hurts even more is how much he seems to mean them. In arguments past you’d both said things you didn’t mean, and then would immediately melt into I’m so sorry’s and the fight would resolve itself. Spencer’s clenched jaw and inability to make eye contact with you do not lend themselves to tender apologies. They cannot be attributed to miscommunication.

You take a step closer to where he’s bracing himself against the countertop, arms crossed defensively in front of your chest.

“Spencer, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. People cheat in college all the time.”

Still no reply. His head shakes so minutely you wonder if you’re imagining it. Panic wells in your chest.

“Please talk to me. I really hate when you ice me out. I’m sorry, okay? Just... please say something.”

Finally, his eyes slide to you. They lack the fiery anger of moments ago but there’s not much softness there either. His normally warm gaze now feels too abrasive, too cold and sharp on your bare skin. You're exposed, much too soft for that grating look, and it feels like he can see everything that’s wrong with you.

“Believe me when I tell you this. I am doing us both a favor by not speaking to you right now.”

And then he’s leaving the kitchen—nothing but a breeze against your cheek and the sound of a door slamming to prove he was ever there.

The apartment is silent. You stand in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do next. Spencer very, very rarely gets angry at you to the point of neglect, and you know he’s doing his best with what was modelled for him as a child and his tendency to feel things so deeply it’s nearly disabling; but that doesn’t make it hurt much less. It doesn’t make you feel less abandoned or alone.

You’re sad, and you’re still pissed, and maybe you’re in just a bit of shock as you robotically move back to your nest of blankets on the couch and resume your schoolwork. What else is there to do? Unless Spencer is right—unless you really are about to get expelled after getting the answer key for an upcoming test from a friend, who then gave it to another friend, and so on. But is that really your fault?

It’s a struggle to stay focused as your mind keeps drifting back to Spencer in the other room, those cruel words and that cold steely look in his eye that isn’t supposed to ever be aimed at you. It’s not a secret that side of him exists, but it doesn’t belong in this apartment. It’s not something he needs to use against you. He’s supposed to be on your side. But instead, he’d said you should be expelled and essentially called you stupid. And now you’re doing homework for a class at a school you may not even be a student of come Monday.

---------------------------------------------------

The sound of the office door opening forty-five minutes later spikes your blood pressure and simultaneously makes your heart flutter, because no matter how mad at him you might be, Spencer is still Spencer.

He comes to stand behind the couch quietly, but you don’t acknowledge him. Maybe your typing gets a bit more aggressive, but aside from that you flat out reject his presence.

“Can we talk?”

You let him sweat for a minute as you finish your paragraph.

“I don’t know, Spencer. Can we? Or are you not done with your temper tantrum?”

“That is... well deserved,” he sighs, rounding the couch and tapping the bottom of your foot, signaling that he wants you to move your legs. You despise how automatically you comply, pulling your knees to your chest to avoid touching him as he sits next to you. There’s a long moment of silence, in which you resume typing. Spencer scoffs, leaning in slightly to peer at your screen. “Are you doing homework right now? I’m a complete asshole to you and you just... do your homework?"

“What the fuck else was I supposed to do?” you almost-yell, slamming your laptop shut and blinking away potential tears. “The only person I wanted to talk to called me stupid and fucking left!”

The tears realize their potential once you admit the blunt truth.

Spencer carefully moves your laptop and pulls you into his arms—and you just let him. There’s not much fight left in you. There wasn’t a lot to begin with.

“I am so sorry, angel. You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have yelled, I shouldn’t have said what I said, I shouldn’t have walked away. I overreacted.”

“Yeah, you really did,” you cry, allowing him to run his hand over your hair. “Why did you do that? Why were you so fucking mean?”

His voice shakes slightly as he responds, betraying his own anxieties, and a new, unwelcome sense of trepidation slithers through your veins.

“I was wondering that, too. Even as I was saying it, I knew—I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to be saying. And then I was in the other room and I wanted to be out here, and I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t. But I think I was just scared. Which—I know, doesn’t really make sense, but... I think about when Ethan dropped out of the academy, and ended up doing heroin in New Orleans for three years, and I think about when I almost left the BAU because I was so convinced I’d never get clean that I didn’t even want to anymore, and—and the idea of you losing your education and your direction like that terrified me, probably unreasonably, and I took it out on you. And I’m sorry.”

“But I’m not like you or Ethan. You don’t have to worry about that. Even if I... even I do get in some sort of disciplinary trouble. That’s a road you don’t have to worry about me going down, ever.”

He fixes some unseen wrinkle on your shirt.

“Yeah, but, remember... I used to not be like me or Ethan either. Do you think twelve-year-old Spencer would have ever even considered that of the infinite realities and universes which exist, he was living in one where someday he’d be shooting up in the bathroom at work?”

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head and burying your face in Spencer’s shoulder. The sound is more of a plea for him to be less descriptive than an answer to his rhetorical question. It’s still much easier for him to talk about that part of his life than it is for you to have to actually imagine it. You didn’t know him then, but you’ve seen pictures, and you know Spencer now, and it’s... it’s just too much. Too sad.

“Okay,” he agrees soothingly, still playing with your hair. “I digress. My point is that literally anything is possible, and while it’s not necessarily likely, I more than anyone know that anxiety even over the most improbable of things is never completely unfounded.”

You sniffle in response, too emotionally and physically exhausted to contribute much to the conversation by this point. Thankfully, Spencer can talk for two. An idiosyncrasy which you love and comes in handy every once in a while. He can play his own devil’s advocate; in this case, you.

“But that doesn’t mean I get to take it out on you. Ever. I truly, truly, sincerely apologize for that. I never want to hurt you.”

You let the apology sink into your skin like a salve, soothing every abrasion those earlier words had left in their violent wake.

After a few minutes, you find the energy to ask a question that might best remain unanswered.

“Are you still mad at me?”

He’s quiet for a beat, seemingly contemplative as his fingers trace abstract patterns in a language all his own on your arm.

“I’m not thrilled. But you were right earlier. It’s not my place to be mad at you for something like that.”

“Mm... it’s a little bit your place. You’re an actual professor.”

He chuckles.

“At an entirely different university.”

“Thank god,” you laugh. “You and me at the same school would be such an HR clusterfuck.”

While it’s almost a serious matter, the smile in his voice is evident.

“Yeah... I, uh... try not to think about it.”

“Okay, but seriously. In your professional opinion. Am I fucked? Like, do I need to prepare an appeal and character witnesses or whatever?”

Spencer sighs.

“It was incredibly reckless and irresponsible. You should be ready for disciplinary pushback from the schoolboard if you get caught. That being said... because over sixty of you got a hold of the answer key, I doubt anyone is getting expelled, and even if they did, it would likely only be the TA and the student he gave the key to. It’s my tentative, professional opinion that you’ll probably be fine.”

You relax slightly, allowing a tension you didn’t realize was there to shed like an old skin.

“I’m not gonna cheat again,” you promise on an exhale. It’s simply too much risk for too little reward.

Spencer’s response is quiet, and comes much faster than you’d expected.

“Oh, I know you aren’t. Because if you do, you’re going to have to worry about disciplinary action from me. And I’m not nearly as nice as the dean of your school, darling girl.”

But something about the way he says it—a thinly veiled threat/promise contrasted by a sweet kiss to your forehead—doesn’t exactly make academic honesty look all that exciting.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you

799 notes · View notes

danieyells · 7 months ago

Text

@2flowerz also asked for Lyca so

NOW WITH 100% MORE DOGGO LYCA. HE IS DEFINITELY A HUMAN AND NOT A WEREWOLF. He is trying very hard to be a human. I love him very much. . . .

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"...You again. Where're we going today?"

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"Hey, you got letters. Don't you have to read them? Oh, don't you know how?"

he understands if you can't read, man. neither can he.

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"You smell sweeter than usual today... Stop. Go away."

after learning that the pc is going to turn into the anomaly that cursed them any sort of 'you smell nicer than normal' feels like such a threat lmao

"You want to touch me? Fine. Ten seconds and that's it."

that is more than enough my good sir

"When I find Neros, I wanna prove I've been getting along with humans. Then he'll definitely let me live with him."

considering he related the term 'neglect play' to what Neros did to him. . .I'm not so sure. . .and if Neros was as old as he sounds like he was, I wonder if he's even still alive. . . .

"Hey! Moth-eaten Casanova! Where'd you go? I'm gonna show you my special move today."

"special move" in Japanese is 「必殺技」 or 'lethal move'/'killer technique', usually unique to a person or fighting style. Not sure if he wants to show Ed how cool he is or try and kill him lmao--

"This phone thingy they gave me keeps making noises and making me jump... Why do I gotta carry it everywhere? It's scary!"

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"Mnn... Let me sleep... Don't touch me... Zzz..."

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Laws, school regulations, anomalous law... Manners, morals, rules... How're you s'posed to remember all that?"

man i wish i could tell you. . .i've mostly got the morals in order, that's basically just 'don't do harm to others' when you get down to it. laws are about 50% 'don't do things that may endanger you or others' and 50% bullshit. the rest you're kinda on your own with.

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Urgh... My skin's crawling... Moon must be gettin' round soon..."

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"At first I was sad 'cause I got put in a different house to Suba, but all kinds of stuff happens here every day so it was fine."

awww he was sad because he doesn't get to see Subaru as often but he's not bored so it's alright! glad he's comfortable ;u;

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"H-Hey, don't come so close! Somethin' about your scent makes my stomach feel weird!"

WE'RE ONLY ON AFFINITY 5 DUDE YOU CAN'T BE CATCHING FEELINGS THIS EARLY it's probably because he's scared of girls or something lol

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I didn't do anything wrong! Those guys were saying mean stuff about me 'cause they thought I couldn't hear. All I did was yell at them."

I hate how they won't even let Lyca defend himself verbally. . . .

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"I don't mind classes. The teachers say cool stuff. Once I learn to read the textbooks and the notes and the blackboard it'll be perfect."

HE'S GONNA BE SUCH A GOOD STUDENT WHEN HE CAN READ???

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"There was this big noise in our practical class and my ears popped out. Everyone ran away screaming. Damn it..."

wow they're cowards if the ears alone scared them. . .how're they supposed to deal with anomalies if that scared them!?

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"This? It's a picture book, duh. How come you don't know that when you're a human? I study with it before bed, everyone does it."

I wonder who made him a picture book of all the things he'd be learning as a first year to study with. . . . . .or maybe it's just a generic picture book lol

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"This blanket's not trash, it's just dirty. I can't sleep without it, so hands off."

he really loves that blanket huh. it must be one of the only things he had from his childhood or from being looked after by neros. . . .

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"What's a "so-shul skill"? That blond gigolo was talking about them. He said I don't have any. Is that a good thing?"

he's got social skills!! Just. . .not very human social skills!!!

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"I'm starving... I wanna eat Sho's food, but I can't order it without Suba... Wait, you can read, right?"

Lyca slowly realizing how many people he knows can actually read and thus can help him with placing orders for delicious foods--

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"That moth-eaten Casanova's in his room all day so I tried to take him for a walk, but he locked his door and ignored me. The hell?!"

LYCA CONTINUES TO SCRATCH AT ED'S DOOR COME FOR WALKIES ED!!!!

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"That stupid blond gigolo ran off with my blanket. I'm not done sleeping yet..."

tbf your blanket is filthy. . .and I get it, it's what you've got and it smells familiar but. . . .

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"I can't get back to sleep... I'm gonna wake up that moth-eaten Casanova for a walk."

lyca is a dog scratching at your bedroom door with his leash in his mouth like 'yes it is time for walkies now rise human'

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"The teacher asked us to name an anomalous plant you can eat but when I did he said humans can't eat it. So what? I can, so I'm not wrong."

I AGREE WITH HIM HE SHOULD NOT GET THAT MARKED WRONG. if you only want a human applicable question say 'humans' not 'you.

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"In the last place I never knew what time it was and I pretty much just slept all day. Now I gotta get used to having a "roo-teen.""

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I'm drawing. If I draw all the good stuff and bad stuff that happened every day I won't forget about it."

if he could write he'd keep a diary but since he can't write he's keeping a picture diary. . .and he's a really good artist according to his character story, so it's probably a pretty faithful recreation of whatever happened that day. i'd love to see his picture diary. . . .

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Huh? The blood on my bed? ...It's nothing. Don't touch my stuff, you're gonna get your smell all over it!"

WHY IS THERE BLOOD IN YOUR BED, BUDDY. ARE YOU OKAY??? IF YOU ATE SOMETHING IN BED THAT'S FINE I JUST DON'T WANT YOU TO BE INJURED. . . .

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"...Did you cry? Your scent is all squeezy. How come?"

smelling you sad makes him sad too so tell him why you're feeling sad and he can make the sad go away?

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"I wanna go to the cafeteria, but the teachers won't give me my pocket money. They said I'll get "spoiled." The hell does that mean?!"

GIVE HIM SOME MONEY SO HE CAN BUY FOOD???? HE NEEDS TO EAT????? HE'S BUSY WITH CLASS SO HE CAN'T GO ON MISSIONS YOU CAN'T JUST STARVE THE BOY????

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"That moth-eaten Casanova told me humans like it if you ignore them sometimes. Something about playing hard to get? I'm gonna try it tomorrow."

I wonder if that has anything to do with Subaru's home screen chat where he wonders why Lyca hasn't messaged him back. . .he's trying to play hard to get because he thinks it'll make Subaru like him more. . . .

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I'll stay here and be quiet at night, even when the moon's not round. 'Cause you're tired, aren't you? Go sleep."

even if he doesn't have to stay or even if he wants to make lots of noise, he'll stay and be quiet so it's easier for you to fall asleep. He won't be loud and you don't have to worry about him! so sleep tight!

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Sleep here. Huh? Is there a law that says we can't sleep together? There's not, is there? Hurry up and lie down."

it's pretty much innocent. . .he just wants you close by. . .being able to smell you while he sleeps would probably make it easier to fall asleep. . .feel safe and familiar and everything. . . .

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"I'm gonna work hard... I'll gonna work so hard, they're gonna say I can live with humans forever..."

Lyca, despite being a werewolf, is a lot like Kaito in that he just wants to be a normal human. Except he never started as a normal human, so he has a bit further of a distance to go to become one. . .he's not a dog, he doesn't wanna be a pet or an animal or anything like that. He wants to be a person like everyone else. But it's hard when others reject him, and when everyone says they think he's too dangerous even when he hasn't done anything wrong. Other ghouls--other humans--do way worse stuff than he does, and yet he's still held to a higher standard. It's not fair. But he's working as hard as he can to catch up. . . .

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"That blond gigolo tried to wash my blanket! He's never coming in my room again!"

he does not like spring cleaning--

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Lately there's flower smells everywhere, but sometimes there's one that kinda smells like you."

IT'S GONNA BE HILARIOUS IF THE ANOMALY THAT CURSED YOU HAPPENS TO LIVE IN OBSCUARY'S FOREST. . .LIKE YEAH IT'S JUST OUT THERE IT WAS ALWAYS ON CAMPUS IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU WE COULD'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS CURE BEFORE YOU GOT IT.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Harurin kept nagging, so I went to the safari park. Not gonna lie...it was super fun."

I love that Lyca uses the nicknames Rui uses for some people lol and I bet he loved running around Jabberwock!!! All that fresh open air and the wildlife. . .he's a wolf at heart really and truly.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Cherry blossom petals are super fun. They're like, whoosh, then they fall everywhere. I wish our house had some."

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"Urgh... My head...it hurts... This? It's shaved ice. The blond gigolo told me to eat it so I don't get "heat eggs-aw-schun.""

oh buddy you're eating it too fast. . . . . .

(between 11am and 4pm)

"I was just in that moth-eaten Casanova's room and it was so cold I thought it was gonna snow! Is he secretly a yeti?"

okay it was only 63 degrees in there it wasn't THAT cold Lyca.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm gonna go practice swimming at Harurin's place. Can you do other stuff besides doggy paddle?"

I can't swim at all so. you are miles ahead of me my friend.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I know I said I always wanted to do sparklers, but... you sure this's okay? I thought we're not s'posed to play with fire!"

canid instincts are kicking in--fire BAD and SCARY and DANGEROUS. ABORT MISSION.

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"I just tried to join in with some guys playing with a ball, but they said I don't know the rules and told me to go away."

THEN TEACH HIM THE RULES god they're such jerks around here.

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Blond Gigolo was makin' this massive fire near the garden just now. It smelled all burnt and sweet... Is that some kinda ritual?"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Finished my picture. That Romi guy who comes to the bar all the time said he wanted one, so it's for him."

Romeo does like fine things. This just goes to show how good of an artist Lyca is! I bet Romeo's gonna frame it and put it somewhere people can see lol or maybe just keep it in his room. . .that or he wants to see if he can get him to make a forgery and profit off poor Lyca--

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Moth-eaten Casanova said humans like looking at the moon... D'you get sad if you can't see it?"

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"I'm gonna go play at that big ice castle after class! Huh? 'Cause playing in the snow's fun."

THE FROSTHEIMERS BETTER NOT GIVE HIM TROUBLE LET MY BOY RUN AND ROMP IN THE SNOW!!!!!!!

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Mm, I don't really feel the cold. Humans get warm when they run around too, don't they? Race you over there! "

he is having so much fun in the winter ;;;;; just running around and playing. . . .

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"My fingers have been gettin' all tingly and stiff and my hair's all crunchy! What's up with that? "

maybe playing in the snow a little too much lol--

(between 8pm and 5am)

"How d'you drink hot drinks so quick? They always burn my tongue... Huh? Dogs have sensitive tongues? I'm a wolf, not a dog..."

His birthday: (April 19th)

"Oh right, it's my birthday. Neros told me my mom wrote down the date."

Your birthday:

"It's your birthday, right? No, I only know 'cause that blond gigolo was yelling about it. ...Here's your present."

I bet he drew something really nice or found you something really cool ;3;

New Years: (January 1st)

"Hope you have a happy and prop...props... prosp...prospinous? new year... Damn it, I practiced that for ages..."

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"Oh, thanks. Professor Nicolas said I can't eat chocolate, so I'll give it to Casanova and Gigolo!"

why would you even risk giving him chocolate in the first place lmao. . .also in Japanese he says "I'll share with those two idiots" instead of "casanova and gigolo" lmao

White Day: (March 14th)

"This is for you. I dunno what kinda stuff human girls like, but Suba helped me pick it, so it's prob'ly fine."

Subaru knows girls' tastes is Lyca's logic I guess lmao Subaru is a lil on the femme side comparatively--

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"Why's everyone being so mean today?! Telling lies and laughing at me... They're all jerks...!"

please explain the day to him. . .people are mean enough to him as it is. . . .

Halloween: (October 31st)

"My ears and tail are out? I know, I'm doing it on purpose. The moth-eaten Casanova said it's okay today."

THE ONE DAY HE CAN BE HIMSELF IS HALLOWEEN BECAUSE NO ONE WILL THINK ANYTHING OF IT. . .they'll just think it's a cool costume or maybe a fox robe! And he'll get candy for it!!!

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Hey, look! When I got up this present was next to my pillow! Santa really came..."

WHO TAUGHT HIM ABOUT SANTA. . .AND WHY. . .then again Romeo said Santa's reindeer is real so. . .it probably isn't actually harmful to teach him about Santa since Santa's probably somewhat real here. . . .

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"...I'm going for a walk."

(13 affinity and above)

"Hey, you alive? Huh, you're breathing so I guess so."

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"How come you stopped coming? Do you hate me? It made my heart all squeezy, so don't do it again."

oh no sweetie. . .sometimes we just have to take care of things and disappear without wanting to. . .sometimes life gets in the way instead of finding away. . . . . . . .

JUST. . .SWEETEST OF SWEETHEARTS. HE'S SO CHILDISH AND ADORABLE AND SWEET AND GOOD. . .I WILL USE MY TEN SECONDS OF PETTING TIME WISELY. He really does try harder than anyone, he's so determined and I believe in him so much. I want my boy to be happy.

#lyca colt #tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker spoilers #datamining cw #danie yells at tokyo debunker

227 notes · View notes

bigbigtruck · 2 months ago

Text

A non-comprehensive list of favorite songs that came out in 2024

Elbow, "Things I've Been Telling Myself For Years" [YOUTUBE] alt-rock Haven't been super thrilled by the past 2 or 3 Elbow albums but they're back in fine form with Audio Vertigo. Swinging for the bleachers, getting a little weird with it again, thank god. This one's got my favorite verses on the album: I'm the dashboard hula girl of nodding self-deception Here's to never accepting slight adjustment or correction... Of course I'll live to ninety-six and fix the welfare state I'll build a house with these two hands, my face above the gate I haven't paid for cabs or beers or met a cunt in twenty years Like all that outrun poverty, all I have was coming to me Things I've been telling myself for years

TWRP, "Content 4 U" [YOUTUBE] pop Highly danceable, highly relatable. First heard this on the Digital Nightmare tour this spring. After shaking my ass and giggling into the April night air, the lyrics sink in and I'm doing that dead eyed Lisa Simpson stare at the pavement because yeah that's. That's trying to live from any creative hustle in this bitch of a 21st century. Excellent work, boys, I hate it. I love it.

St. Vincent, "Big Time Nothing" [YOUTUBE] alt-pop What's the big deal this is just "Numb" over the bass line from "Army of Me" with a little Laurie Anderson and Talking Heads thrown in and wait hold up this rules

Oranssi Pazuzu, "Muuntautuja" [YOUTUBE] (link fixed!) prog/psych/black metal Goes hard and slow. A pulsating, hypnotic onslaught of black smoke and sandpaper. The whole album's incredible but this is probably my favorite track.

Kendrick Lamar, "Euphoria" [YOUTUBE] hip hop I mean, it's Kendrick Lamar. Dude's a fuckin Godzilla across the musical landscape. "Not Like Us" was the splashier hit of the summer, but this is the one that stayed with me. (Listening again while writing this and. Jesus, It's... it's 6 solid minutes of sticking your hand right on a hot burner.)

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, "Antarctica" [YOUTUBE] southern rock A fun (ironically) warm summer jam that fuckin blew the doors off live. Easily my fave from their most recent album.

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, "Wild God" [YOUTUBE] alt-rock/symphonic Really sneaks up on you, like a mumbly guy in the coffee shop. What's he writing? "Moving through your body like a prehistoric bird?" Huh, Looks intriguiOH HOLY SHIT HE HAS A CHORUS WITH HIM.

John Grant, "All That School for Nothing" [YOUTUBE] alt-pop/funk John Grant's got this particular nasty (complimentary) streak, a deep-seated gay cynicism that reminds me of Hidden Cameras at their best, but with more lush and varied instrumentals. His lyrics are always tops, and this one's no exception. The whole album, The Art of the Lie, is great, with "Marbles" being another delight.

Ninja Sex Party, "Let's Save The Earth" [YOUTUBE] comedy pop Feels silly to put this one in alongside the rest, but... I mean it's NSP. They do goofs, not a poetic dissection of the zeitgeist. I actually heard this one on tour in Fall 2022 and it brought the house down--I might actually prefer it live with audience participation TBH. This has become me and Brett's karaoke go-to.

A.G. Cook, "Soulbreaker" [YOUTUBE] electronic Deceptively simple chord progression becomes healing, memorable. The animated video for this is essential viewing, IMO. Wild art style and cool concept. This song makes me feel like things might turn out okay.

Elbow, "Balu" [YOUTUBE] alt-rock Probably my most played track of the entire year. Apparently this is a semi-fictional tribute to a beloved cousin or nephew? Once again back with the incredible lyrics. Probably my favorite line of the entire year: I'll never be home without you, but I'll never grow in your shadow. Anyway that bass/keyboard line is sending me to the center of the galaxy

#music #year in review #2024 #music recs

97 notes · View notes

emeraldsfanfics · 1 month ago

Note

hihi! can u do a rottmnt x spiderperson!reader? they also have the same typical traits as each spider person; carefree, artistic (in some form), nerdy, a little socially awkward but extroverted, and so on!

thank you! ❤️💙💜🧡

Caught In Your Web

°ROTTMNT brothers X Spider!Reader°°Headcannons°

If you want to request, rules here!

I'm in LOVE with this request! As a nerd myself, I'm excited to write this! Thank you stunning ❤️💙💜🧡annon!<3

-Reader is based on a mix of Miles spiderman, Andrew Garfield's and Tom Holland's

-S/p means spiderpersona!

《Leo》

》He actually knew of you before you meet in person. Scrolling on tiktok and seeing everyone posting about the Amazing s/p swinging around and saving everyone

》 Shows his brothers

"Look the s/p! This is so cool! Not better than me though"

"Keep telling yourself that."

》Met you when they were tracking down the goo which was in a truck, they also robbed a bank so that's why you were there

》You swung in unexpectedly in your own fashion. Just appearing and saying something cheesy

"Oooh, someone's been a bad mutant." *shoots webs at them*

》Pretty much when and how he fell in love

》Yall pretty much clicked at the first interaction with you, he even started flirting with you, but you're too oblivious to tell and thought he was being friendly 💀

"I wouldn't mind being caught in your web good looking~"

"Wait did you get stuck in it?! I'm so sorry, I'll go get the thing I got!"

》At first you two would just be friends and invite you to the lair, as s/p of course

》When he finally confessed to you after MANY flirting attempts you were so confused because you liked him back and flustered-

"That's great! So are we a thing now-its fine if you don't want to be! No pressure, like I know some people have emotions but don't want to do anything about them! Not saying I don't want anything, but I want something if you want something-"

》Bro just lifted your mask slightly and kissed you, he was so freaking out on the inside but chill, you were a mess inside and out

》When dating you are literally just like high-school sweethearts, he'll bring you to EVERYTHING

》yall are just obsessed x obsessed or yapper x yapper

》finds it cool you are just naturally buff and lean

》Brags to his brothers whenever you do something cool

"That spider right there is mine. Oh, you aren't dating a superhero? Well that's too bad." *sassy nail check*

》Your biggest fan, all his brothers hear and see from him is YOU, when you catch villains or save a whole bus of children

》Brothers have NO escape from Leo's lovesick stage

》Both of you are extremely agile

》You carry a picture of the two of you in your spidey suit, he has a Keychain of you on his katana handles

》The first time he seen you without your mask and civilian self he was a blushing mess

'The most beautiful thing ive ever seen.'

》Demanded pictures of you after that

》You're extremely Nerdy, so you'll just yap to him about science or a Fandom, he'll try to also talk if he understands what you're saying

》Questioned your sanity because WDYM YOU WERE BITTEN BY A SPIDER AND JUST WENT ABOUT YOUR DAY?!

》Can't judge because he would do that too

》He knows you LOVE going out! So dates he'll bring you to roof tops and have a romantic thing there!

》When meeting mutants he loves seeing you wide eyed and curious about these new mutants

》You are amazing at art, so you have a whole sketchbook of art in there, mainly you do colorful marker art, most of them of Leo doing different expressions

》He got a major ego boost that day

"Ahh yes, get this side too"

》This boi will literally call you, doesn't matter what your doing, either he's in battle or your in battle

"Hey Spidey Poo what are you doing in this fine hour?"

"Fighting Electro, what are you doing Babe?"

"Are you seriously on the phone while we are fighting for our lives?!"

Electro: Really? On the phone while in a fight with me??

"Sorry-sorry, no disrespect, it's my boyfriend!".

"Let me talk to my fine specimen in peace!"

》Forgot to mention he gives cringey and cheesy nicknames

》Yall match each other's vibes

》Lowkey vibes with you whenever you are listening to music while fighting

》If your webs are natural he has so many questions, he thinks it's cool and disgusting

"How strong are they? And...do they come from anywhere else...?"

》The amount of times you heard that question

》If you have webshooters, he'll be BEGGING you to make him a pair

"Babe think about it! We can swing together and we'll look so cool!"

》You had to tell him his arms realistically may not be able to take that kind of work, but he's a mutant so...maybe

》Tries giving you ideas about new "adjustments" for your web shooters

"Have them shoot out ninja stars!"

"Leo im trying to save people not kill them-"

》Comvinced he can one day get past your spider sense, by attempting to scare you or jump onto you

*hiding in the shadows, seeing you walk past*

*you grabbing some water*

*pounces*

*you causally shot a web at him onto the wall* IN SO SORRY!

I WILL GET TO YOU ONE DAY Y/N L/N!

》Questions if your lying or not about you being able to see if you have the lenses on your mask

》LOVES HOW YOUR SPIDER SUIT LOOKS ON YOU

》Yes yall do the spiderman kiss

》HATES WHEN YOU DONT SLEEP

"JUST.GO.TO.SLEEP."

》So he just cuddles you and has his grip tightened on you

》You also text when fighting or when you are just swinging

》Flabbergasted whenever you are deep in thought, you'll just walk on the walls and ceiling and he gets so scared when your just there

*talking to yourself* "what if I make-"

*turns in the light and sees you* SCREECH-OH MY GOSH! WHY ARE YOU UP THERE???

》Will sneak into your school, MIT, just to see you. He just missed you :(

》Now he knows where your classes are and pretend he is a student and sits right next to you, he knows some teachers just are too tired to notice

》Jealous that you can even go to school :(

》You try to give him the experience of being a normal teenager whenever you can

》Teases you about your glasses but he actually finds them so cute on you it's not even funny

》He Admires your persistence to see the best in people and to save everyone

》He comforts you whenever you're just tired, mentally or physically, and remind you what a great job you're doing becomes attached to you actually, he won't let go of your waist

》If he sees you with another human guy he gets all petty, mainly because he gets insecure so please compliment and give him attention

》This boi CLINGY with you

》He is extremely proud and amazed he even pulled a adorable, outgoing smart spidey like you :p

■Raph■

■Also knew of you because Leo would show videos of this Spidey who would save people. Thought you were a mutant in disguise.

■Didn't believe it himself until he was about to get in a fight with his brothers then you swung in from out of nowhere and started to catch the guys

■You're really talkative?

■After seeing this many times he decides just to approach you, shocked you aren't weirded out by him

■That's when you two become friends, to the point he'll invite you to the lair, but you'll come as s/p

■A real protective sweetheart when you get to know him, he eventually started catching feelings for you

■You just jumble up your words when trying to confess your feelings to the point he's just confused, to the point you just blurt out

"I LIKE YOU! I mean-if that's okay? Or we can just pretend this never happened-or-r if you like me in that way too"

■He finally got it now and was so excited that you even told him, because he knows too well he wouldn't tell you-

■When dating, you decided to show him your secret identity, taking off your mask

"That's you?! Sorry it's just-your so cute"

■Best cuddle buddy whenever you need it, or just when your mentally and physically tired

■Gets so worried whenever you are out fighting crime and saving people-he just wants nothing to happen to you :(

■Panics when you come back injured and which makes you panic even though your not in entire pain

"YOU GOT HIT BY A BUS?!"

"WAIT AM I GONNA DIE?!"

"WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME?!"

"I DONT KNOW!" *cries*

■After that panic session he just takes care of you :p

■You like doing art with color pencils, so you have a whole pile of art of Raph, so when he seen it he's amazed of your art

■But doesn't tell you because he kinda was snooping around your room....

■Freaks out whenever you are on the ceiling or walls, my boi has a full on panic attack-

*appears on the ceiling* "Hey Babe."

"AHHHH-"

■Yeah he Hates it

■You carry a picture of the two of you in your spidey suit

■Raph has a picture of you in his belt

■If your webs are natural, you already know he's thinking the same question a lot of people ask, but too shy to actually ask you

■If you have web shooters, won't admit it but, he likes to play with them when you are out and about

■Likes the fact you can lift HIM so easily like it's nothing

■Also likes picking you up

■If he's there he will take your headphones away when you are fighting, it's just to dangerous for him and you

■Questioning your judgemental when you told him how you got your abilities....

■He's some kind of boyfriend senses? Like he knows when you're gonna so something dumb, he'll call or just run in 💀

■Sorry but he does not fw your webs, he likes you, just not the webs...

■You love telling him stories from school, kind of sad he can't go with you, it would be fun

■He doesn't really get jealous, he trusts you wouldn't do anything to betray that but he does get insecure from time to time

■Admires your persistence to see the good in others, even when it's not there... but somewhat worried something bad may happen if it's the wrong person

■Yall are yapper x listener

■He can listen to you talk about science, art or fandoms all day, and you will

■Your spider senses are something else, the amount of times you've saved yourself in the nick of time has him worrying 😭

■He likes the suit on you, he loves the design you made and thinks it suits you

■He cherishes you and knows how perfect you are to him <3

◇Donnie◇

◇Actually knew of you when researching about technology and ran into an article about people theorizing that your a mutant of some kind?

◇Then went into a rabbit hole and now has seen almost every post and video of s/p that can ever be found

◇Imagine his shock when he just so happens to see you fighting Green Goblin when he was fighting mutants. Next think you know you both were done and made eye contact with your mask but that's okay

"Oh hey there-" *a pumpkin cutely explodes*

◇That's when HE fell in love. After more meetings he befriended you, you went to the lair to meet his brothers as S/p

◇That's when you two became best friends, more of a friends to lovers, who happened to be in love with each other

◇Thinks you do not have any common sense because YOU GOT BITTEN BY A RADIOACTIVE SPIDER AND DID NOTHING

◇When you revealed your secret identity to him, he was all blushes and giggles, but tried to keep it secret, key word, "tried"

"I would say you're quite aways above average-WHICH IS THE NUMBERS NOT MY OPINION-"

◇After being best friends he confessed his crush on you after something big had happened, when you almost died

"This would ruin my bad boy image, I can't keep it from you any longer. But-i have....feelings for you. Romantic ones..."

"That's amazing! So are we a thing? Do you want something with us? It's totally fine if you don't-"

*lifts your mask and pulls you in for a kiss*

◇Both of you were dying of blushing right after, Donnie tried to be cool about it, but he just stared at you the entire time

◇When dating you feel comfortable showing him your secret identity

"Sweet Galileo you're majestic."

◇Wouldn't stop staring at your face for a while after that

◇You put him over your shoulder whenever he misbehaves

◇You have a picture of the two of you in your spkdey suit

◇Donnie has a picture of you somewhere in his battle shell

◇You both geek out whenever you two are talking about science, yall just yap and yap, he notices your eye light up whenever you are talking to him

◇Golden Retriever x Black cat who is soft to the golden Retriever type relationship

◇You both wear glasses, Donnie thinks you cute in them. You have cuteness aggression when you see him in glasses

◇Sneaks in your school to see you or just to be there, then you awkwardly explain that you know him (when hes in disguise), he'll get offended when you don't introduce him as your boyfriend

"Scoff, well that was an insult, I'm Y/n's boyfriend."

◇Helps you with any science or math homework you have

◇If your webs are natural he's running tests on it, do they come from anywhere else, you will not let him know the answer to that question

◇If you have web shooters he WILL make more lethal adjustments to them behind your back

*your fighting lizard* *shooting your web only for it to shoot out fire* "DONNIE!"

Lizard: poor guy

◇Sometimes youll get in fights about you coming back injured, so there is a lot of arguments in that area, he's just not the best with emotions and your the thing he cares for the most

◇This boyfriend of yours adores affirmation from you

"If you don't love it I'll be crushed and need for approval from the person I love most will be destroyed"

"O-okay? Wow Don its amazing! You're so smart I love you so much!"

◇drama queen

◇When he is jealous he gets SO PASSIVE AGRESSIVE 🙄

◇Somehwhat weirded out by your webs, but he tolerates them for you

◇BRAGS ABOUT YOU SM to his brothers

"That superhero is mine dumb dumbs!"

◇He is actually easy to scare believe it or not, so you do so by pretending your falling off the ceiling

◇You both don't sleep, at all. But you two try to comfort each other whenever you can

"Sleep is an option."

◇He likes to snoop around your stuff, even right in front of you, that's when he found a whole sketchbook. Full of sketches of himself, sitting, smiling, talking ect.

◇Doesn't tell you anything but it does make him flattered, he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed

◇Actually asks for your input with his work

◇You like to cuddle on his lap when you are tired and he's working

◇Likes your spidey suit but will try making his own robotic adjustments (like arms to match his battle shell)

◇You both made each other an ai, one in his goggles which has a mini you and another one in your spider lenses, which has a mini Donnie. Even matching the voices and personalities

◇Science power couple fr

◇You are the best thing that has ever happened to him and will commit genocides of arson if anything happens to you

☆Mikey☆

☆Fanboying when he met you, literally, he's seen you everywhere at this point and always wanted to meet you

☆His lucky day was when you were finished with Rhino and he and his brothers happened to be in patrol

☆When you were about to swung away he stopped you and that's when the two of you hit it off

☆Would invite you to the lair, as s/p of course.

☆You become close to him and his brothers, to the point you'll reveal your secret identity to them

☆Mikey immediately compliments you with a light blush

"Look how enchanting you look!"

☆When dating, he has random cuteness aggression attacks with you, like you'll just be working on homework, and he'll walk up to you to just

"AWW YOUR SO CUTE!" *squishes you*

"Thanks 🥺"

☆absolutely loves your suit! If you ask him, he would love to help you with new designs!

☆You two bond over your love for art, you two like making portraits of each other

☆If your webs are natural he's going to straight up ask you questions

"Does it hurt when you use them? How much can you use?"

☆Yeah he doesn't let any one of his questions go unanswered

☆You both love putting music on when your fighting or sparing, you both are just right there like, and the villain would be so confused 😭

"I WISH THERE WAS ANOTHER WAY OUUUUT-"

☆Golden Retriever x Golden Retriever type relationship

☆Your enemies are his enemies now >:)

☆Whenever you are tired he'll force you to rest, no arguing. I mean it, just rest bro

☆When you stay up he's going to pretend to he fine with it, then just give you tea to make you fall asleep and he'll cuddle with you

☆He's your much needed unpaid therapist

☆When you come back injured he's panicking and asking Donnie to patch you up

"DONNIEEE!"

☆About to cry because he hates seeing you in pain 😭

☆Asks you to swing around carrying him

☆Made a spider plush of you that he sleeps with

☆Unrelated but you two play dress to impress as a date

☆If you have web shooters he'll steal them to put some colorful art :p

"Love, why is there a pizza on my webshooters?"

☆You aren't the best at getting info out of villains, all you need is your boyfriend >:)

"Doctor Delicate Touch feels nothing for you. Now....where is it?"

☆Doesn't freak out when you tell him how you got your abilities

"Eh, Leo would do the same thing."

☆"Hates when you, "swing and text" because you have crashed into buildings before texting him

☆You cannot scare him, it's just impossible at this point

☆Only time you can scare him is when you do something dangerous (Its gonna be dangerous my friend ✨️)

☆You both geek out when it comes to fandoms but doesn't know what you're talking about when it comes to science

☆This adorable deadly turtle would do anything for you <3

#emeralds fanfics #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt raphael x reader #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt raph #fanfiction #fanfic

66 notes · View notes

ramblingsfromthytruly · 5 months ago

Text

name: mithi - not really, just family nickname

she/they - equal pref

desi

lesbian

questioning demi/grayromantic

11th grader in science stream

intj-t

dni: racists, misogynists, homophobes, transphobes, any bigots really

rules: don't be any of the above mentioned; don't be creepy; if u dm me don't just say 'hi' or 'hey', i won't respond (it's always the old men who do this??)

fun fact!: i was born exactly at 11:11 p.m.

libra sun, gemini moon, cancer rising (idrk what it all means tho)

mental: unstable, go through depressive phases, gritted-tooth optimist, generally a bit sad and numb and lonely

physical: brown skin, black hair, v dark brown eyes, 5'6/168cm, wear glasses, kinda a face reveal?

sideblogs :

studyblr: @academicgremlinhehe here to keep my procrastination in check

mental health/vent/ranting: @thyhonesteheorte here cuz i'm too scared to be especially depressing on main

ns/fw sideblog: @thy-wench-hath-gone here for idk exploring my sexuality somewhere else, not gonna be horny on main yk

feel free to check me out on :

blog - like an actual site, not this beauty chaos

ao3

that odd melancholy feeling - current ongoing marylily fic on ao3

pinterest - still in the middle of organizing so mind the chaos!

life goals :

become an academic weapon once again - summoning pre 9th grade me n making her better

multiple degrees?? yes pls to being disgustingly over-educated

work in research + part time writer

independence

travel the world

tagging system! :

#mithi's own - all original posts

#she communicates oh my! & #com com - answering asks, tag games, i switched to the 2nd tag cuz many ppl thought i was referring to them😭

#poetic lil mithi - original poetry

#artsy mithi - original art

#mithi's marauders - all posts relating to my marauders fanfiction

#wishful necromancy - posts relating to the marauders fandom hehe get it?

#hades kid yapping - posts abt da pjo fandom

#slightly less beloveds - posts about fandoms apart from the marauders

#on the record :) - lyric posting

#musings from thy truly - journal extracts, vents, stuff that should be in my journal but i was too lazy to write with my hand, shit posts, life updates, literally anything that has words and isn't poetry or fandom-related

#tis bout 'n' - about a friend i've known on n off since 1st grade

#tis bout 'a' - yapping about the girl i constantly yap with at school<3

#moody mithi - moodboards, web weaving, etc yk

#filmy mithi - posts featuring my own pics :)

#mithistudies - studyblr posts made until 10th october 2024 (later created my studyblr sideblog)

current read! : crime and punishment (fyodor dostoevsky), jane eyre (charlotte bronte)

current watch! : -

current obsessions! : telling myself 'suck it up bitch u've been lazy long enough', thinking thinking thinking every moment my entire being is not occupied with some other task

hobbies! : sketching, chess, photography, writing, recording vlogs, listening to music + analyzing lyrics, reading, watching movies & shows, piano, contortion & gymnastics

music! : gracie abrams, lorde, olivia rodrigo, chappell roan, cavetown, clairo, hozier, ethel cain, phoebe bridgers, paris paloma, mckenna grace, billie eilish, conan gray, chloe ament, mitski, tv girl, beach bunny, girl in red, adrianne lenker, lana del rey, wallows, alex g, florence + the machine, boygenius, chloe moriondo and many many more!!

lit! : solitaire, heartstopper, pjo, hoo, toa, soc, p&p, wuthering heights, jane eyre, great gatsby, sherlock holmes, agggtm, ouabh, and many many more!!

shows! : heartstopper, atypical, lotr: rings of power, pjo, young royals, dickinson, sherlock, s&b, and many many more!!

movies! : lady bird, p&p (2005), the perks of being a wallflower, dating amber, little women (2019), lotr & hobbit trilogies, thg triology + tbosas, dead poets society, and many many more!!

last updated: 11th february 2025

#introduction post #mithi's own #-> all og posts

79 notes · View notes

eatanorange · 3 months ago

Text

marauders do the candy trauma salad trend since I JUST saw a fantastic one for pjo (highly encourage y'all to add your versions/to this pls I don't have solid hcs of everyone) (evan's is fully me projecting btw)(a lot of them are me projecting <3).

Upon completion I want to add up here n not just the tags that these do reference various traumas/bigotry so be careful and mind what headspace ur in n all that pls take care of urselves k thanks love u.

Sirius: Hi I'm sirius and every time my mother considered something I did 'impure', like experience joy or get sorted in to gryffindor, she took my mouth away! *momentary zone out from the horrors* I brought milk duds!

Barty: bazooka bubblegum. *vid cuts* I'm barty and I hate my dad for all of the reasons you can imagine and I think it would be fun if he blew up. good?

Lily: Hi I'm Lily and after I got sent to magic school, all emotional ties with my muggle sister, who regards me as a freak, and my mother, who was more sensitive to her side, were severed. They didn't tell me when my dad died. I brought 3 musketeers.

Remus: Hi I'm remus and I got bit by a werewolf when I was 5, then my dad offed himself because of it. I brought moon pies.

James: Hi I'm James and I fell into limerence with someone and incessantly pursued them for over a year in ways that were detrimental to both of our mental states. I was so public about it I don't even need to say who it was. My mother sat me down one day and said "was it something your father and I did, something we said, that convinced you you need to beg someone to love you? to let you show them love?" and that broke something in me. We're chill now though, and I have coping techniques that work for me while still allowing me to be my expressive self, so I brought mr. goodbars.

Peter: Hi I'm peter and my animagus is literally a rat. I brought sour patch kids.

Dorcas: Hi I'm dorcas and my pureblood parents will never say it to my face but they wanted me to be a boy. To compensate I was sure to always get top marks, be well liked, and experience gender dysphoria. I burnt out before our 5th year, and learning radical acceptance in the place of trying to guess unspoken rules saved my life. I brought smarties.

Regulus: Hi I'm regulus and in order to be sure my mother didn't assassinate my brother for running away, I stayed behind in the abusive household and eventually became a deatheater to keep my cover, hunting down one bald headed bitch's horcruxes until it literally almost killed me. I think it did kill me in some lives. and I brought the starburst.

Mary: Hi I'm Mary and due to blood supremacist bigots, I have to go to school with people who want me to die just for having the audacity to exist. The muggle world is also like this. The school I go to does not matter in this scenario. I brought mentos for the salad and a bottle of soda for the show.

Evan: Hi I'm evan and my ex went on holiday to another country for 3 months, told me we could write to stay connected, they didn't, broke up with me via owl while still on said vacation, and then came to talk to me in person about that, denied that it was an active choice to disconnect from me, then tried to put the onus of any friendship to follow on just me. We haven't spoken since. Also I'm a sex positive, but also trauma affected ace, it was an open relationship, and they somehow still managed to be shady/inconsiderate about hooking up with someone on the vacation. I brought blow pops.

Pandora: Hi I'm pandora and sometimes I get prophetic dreams so vivid I can't tell when I wake up. Sometimes, though the future is not stagnant, I see my friends die :) I brought airheads.

Marlene: Hi I'm marlene and I have 5 brothers. 3 of them accept my nonbinary identity. The rest, and my parents, blatantly ignore that I use they/them pronouns. Then they told me if I don't have children as an adult I won't be worth visiting because it's my job as a pureblood to produce an heir. So I went to St. Mungos and got sterilized. I brought baby ruth candy.

Hope you enjoy! and thanks if you read them all! This was fun for me.

65 notes · View notes

owlobservation · 4 months ago

Text

Itoshi Sae Profile from Egoist Bible Vol.2 (2024)

"Only the idiots who can keep up will get to see what comes next."

Team: Japan U-20 National Team

Position: Offensive Midfielder (OMF)

Weapons: World class kicking accuracy, world class technique, world class tactical vision, and world class physical ability.

Birthdate: October 10th.

Age: 18 (Third year high school)

Zodiac sign: Libra.

Birthplace: Kanagawa Prefecture (Kamakura City)

Family structure: Father, mother, himself, younger brother.

Height: 180 cm.

Foot size: 26.5 cm.

Blood type: A.

Previous team before he returned to Japan: Re Ale Youth FC.

Dominant foot: Left.

Favorite Soccer Player: Álvaro Recoba. "The left-footed player who creates a rainbow on the pitch."*

Age started playing soccer: 1 years old. "Before I knew it, I was already playing soccer."

Nickname: Treasure of Japan.

Strengths: Being able to see things objectively. "I'm often told that I'm a dry person but who cares."

Weaknesses: I don't know anything except about soccer. "Don't live like this, you guys."

Favorite food: Salted kombucha. "Because I can return back to zero."**

Disliked food: French fries. "It's so delicious that I could die, but it's also so unhealthy that I could die."

Best rice accompaniment: Salted kelp. "They don't have it in Spain so I got it sent from my parents' home."

Hobby: Analyzing data of soccer players and teams. "It's nice to see things visualized as numbers."

Favorite season: The end of summer. "I feel like the whole world has become lonely."

Favorite show: Chibi Maruko-chan. "It reminds me of my parents' home."

Favorite music: Suisei by Tofubeats feat. Seira Kariya. "I listen it to cool down."

Favorite movie: Taxi Driver. "This De Niro guy is the coolest."

Favorite manga: Gegege no Kitaro.

Character color: Azuki Red.

Favorite animal: Seagull. "I like migratory birds that don't stay in one place."

Favorite brands: All the brands that sponsor me. "They have good eyes for betting on me."

Best subjects: No idea because I didn't really pay attention in class and only focused on soccer. "I've never seen my report card."

Fetish: Butt. "You can tell an athlete's ability by the shape of their butt."

What makes you happy: A play beyond my imagination.

What makes you sad: Being forced to carry the weight of Japanese soccer on my shoulders. "Yes, I'm talking about you guys."

The first time someone confessed to you: I don't even remember which one was the first time, dumbass.

Last year's valentine day chocolates: Around 2.000. "My manager told me."

Sleep time: 8 hours. (7 hours+1 hour nap)

Where do you wash first in the bath?: Bangs' hairline.

Mushroom or Bamboo shoots?: Depending on the mood.

What made you cry recently?: Why would I tell you, idiot.

At what age did you stop receiving presents from Santa?: 10 years old.***

What did you ask for a Christmas present from Santa?: My undiscovered talent.

What would you do on your last day on earth?: Give the world's best striker the world's best pass.

What would you do if you received 100 million yen?: I'm not interested. It's just a small change.

What do you do on your days off?: Gazing at the sea.

What would you be doing if you hadn’t discovered soccer?: Living a normal, happy life. Maybe my personality wouldn't have turned out like this.

Who is your favorite historical figure?: Copernicus. He was the man who overturned the world’s common knowledge.

If you could only bring one thing to a deserted island, what would it be?: No need. I’d live the way I wanted without any rules.

Where would you go if you had a time machine, to the past or the future?: Not interested in either. I have no pointless expectations or regrets for my future or my past. Just live in the moment. You guys are so tepid.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

World-class Offensive Midfielder With Boundless Parameters

Aiming to become the best midfielder in the world, Sae is a super player with the complete package of mind, technique, and physique. Isagi’s best play which he pulled off with “reflex” was stopped with just a light tackle. He killed The Direct Shot flawlessly, showing the big difference between the two.****

He’s Only Interested In Blue Lock! The One He Chose Was Shidou?

Sae was only interested in Blue Lock and paid no attention to his younger brother Rin or the U-20 Japan National Team. The world he sees and the place he aims for are clearly different from those of the U-20 National Team. Sae chose Shidou from Blue Lock as his teammate. With a series of super plays, they managed to corner Blue Lock.

The reason for Sae's sudden change... What on earth happened in Spain!?

Sae went to Spain and promised his younger brother Rin that he’d become “The Best Striker In The World”. However, when he returned home four years later, his attitude had changed completely . He declared that he would become “The Best Midfielder In The World” instead and pushed Rin away, calling him "tepid".*****

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sae's Ranking on "Best 3 of Everything: Players seriously voted each!"

1. Ranked #1 The Best at Crossing (Centering)

Hiori’s commentary: "Well, all of Itoshi Sae’s kicks are perfectly designed. I admire him."

2. Ranked #2 The Most Likely To Succeed As Coach

3. Ranked #1 Who Doesn't Cry Easily

Aryu’s commentary: "If Itoshi Sae were to cry, it would be when he became the world’s best. That would be the moment of ultimate styl."******

4. Ranked #1 The Least Family-oriented person

Isagi’s commentary: "If you look at those two, you would assume so. But if they really hate each other… It means that they also think about each other."

5. Ranked #2 The Most Likely To Thrive In The Sengoku Period

6. Ranked #2 The Most Leader-like (or has the qualities of a leader)

7. Ranked #3 Longest Eyelashes

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Notes:

*Álvaro Recoba (El Chino) is a midfielder from Uruguay known for his "rainbow-like" curved kicks.

**Return back to zero=being refreshed.

***In early 2021 twitter Q&A, he said he stopped getting Christmas presents when Rin stopped believing in Santa. His answer is revised in Egoist Bible to just "10 years old."

****The original sentence is “...a super player who possesses everything– mind, technique and physique (心技体)”. 心技体 or Shingitai refers to the three qualities an athlete must have: 心 is heart/mind, 技 is technique/skill, 体 is body/physique/strength. It is said that an athlete needs 3 of them to succeed. If they only have the right mind and skills but not the body to support them… well you’ll know what will happen! So from our understanding Shingitai is an ‘inseparable set’. We translated it as a “complete package” to let you know that those 3 qualities are inseparable!

*****Here the word used is 突き放す (tsukihanasu). Tsukihanasu is 'to push away', to push someone (or something) away and make them leave. It can also refer to an attitude of treating someone without love, sympathy, or emotions. Please check my notes on Rin’s profile page, because there is a connection!

******What Aryu originally said isファイナリーオシャ final osha. "The moment where Itoshi Sae finally cried would be the moment of ultimate/final styl.” is most likely what he meant! We personally think ‘ultimate styl’ had more feel than ‘final styl’ (?), that’s why we went with ultimate osha!

Check Sae's profile from the first volume of Egoist Bible here!

#itoshi sae #egoist bible #egoist bible vol.2 #translation

123 notes · View notes

kayr0ss · 2 months ago

Text

Phishing Attack [Sulemio Fanfic]

[Gundam: The Witch from Mercury / GWitch, Sulemio, Fluff & Humor, post-canon, married, miorine is down bad, lmfao, self-inudlgent office shenanigans] AO3 Link

Summary: Unfortunately for her, Miorine falls for the IT department's phishing attack test email and has to go through GUND-ARM, Inc's mandatory security training. Fortunately for her, it seems her wife, of all people, was the one teaching it.

"Uhm—"

This poor kid. Miorine was going to have a talk with Nuno about this, because there was absolutely no reason for him to send the newest tech support hire to her office for something he could have emailed her about. She wonders if he and Ojelo placed a bet on whether or not he would do it. That wouldn't do. She'd have to give them an earful after all this.

Or, even better, she'd tell Lilique. No one liked to get on Lilique's bad side.

"Is everything okay?" She crossed her arms, trying to school her expression into something... nicer? It didn't look like it was working, because he visibly gulped.

"P—President! I'm here because you—uh. Email."

"Email?"

He looked down towards his feet, his voice barely over a whisper. "...test email that IT had sent out."

Miorine pinched the bridge of her nose, doing her best to even out her breathing. "Hey. It's okay, I don't bite. I can barely hear you."

"You clicked on a phishing test email! That—that IT sent out. Kargan-san told me, to tell you, that you have to attend mandatory training or else your email access was going to get revoked."

She frowned, eyes flitting to her laptop, unable to keep an incredulous huff at bay. Phishing email? She was usually really careful about this, when did she even—she paused.

She remembers now. Last night, while working late from home, she received an email from what she thought was a travel agency. She had been looking into booking a vacation for their family, and wanted to sign up for their newsletter and so she—oh. She clicked a link.

She sighed, deep and weary, leaning forward on her desk. "Thank you," she waved at the young man. "I'll go talk to Nuno."

He sighed in relief, said his greetings, and left.

"He looked terrified! Why would you do that?" She growled across the lunch table towards Nuno, who was holding up his tray in defense. "You could have told me yourself!"

"But how was he supposed to learn? Besides, it's a good time to work on rapport-building, for you!"

"That doesn’t make any sense." She slammed down her coffee mug, visibly irritated. "And also totally targeted. You knew that I was planning a vacation for us."

"What, did you think phishing attacks were just randomly cast nets? These things have gotten more sophisticated! Especially for C-suite individuals like you. Do you know what kind of cybersecurity liability it would have been if your email got compromised?"

"I know that!" Miorine groaned in frustration. "Fine, I'll do the training. But really? Revoking my email access?"

"Hey—you signed off on the ops manual yourself!"

"You have to set an example for following the rules, Miorine-san." Aliya laughed.

And she was right. And Miorine hated it. But she always resented authority who didn't play fair, so she was going to do her best to set a good example. She went back to eating, stabbing at her potato wedges with unnecessary force, making Nuno and Ojelo grimace with each stab.

"By the way," he elbowed Ojelo, who was dejectedly playing with his salad. "You owe me. I told you she'd fall for it."

"You two are impossible!"

"There's no way they got you too." Miorine deadpanned, looking at the only other person seated in the conference room. It had several long tables, arranged in a U-configuration, and had high-backed leather office chairs that rolled themselves back to place when you clapped. She thought it was a bit much, but... Nika liked over-engineering things, so here they were.

Nika smiled sheepishly. "They sent me an email for a parts sale. I clicked the link without thinking too much."

"A sale?" Miorine almost laughed. "Nika, your department has the highest budget."

"No, not for work—it was uhm. For mobile suit figures?" She twiddled her thumbs. "The little models I like to build?"

Miorine couldn't even be upset. She actually laughed this time (“They were full mechanics! I couldn’t resist!”). Everyone had their weaknesses, it seemed.

"So this is the training video we made for all the new hires, and whoever else needs it." Ojelo was setting the screen up. "It's about an hour long—"

"An hour?" Miorine slammed her palms on the desk.

"Yes, an hour!" He barked back, crossing his arms. "Obviously, since you two are here—our literal president and the person who designs all our prototypes—we need it! I can hardly think of two worse people to fail this test."

Miorine sighed, covering her face with her hands, because he was right.

"Let's just get this over and done with."

The holo-screen flickered to life, Ojelo waved them goodbye, and then Miorine's jaw dropped because—

[Hello there, GUND-ARM, Inc.!]

She knew that voice. It was only the title screen, without showing the speaker, but she knew.

Then the video feed finally came on, and she swallowed: it was Suletta. She was smiling sweetly at the viewer, wearing a business suit that had GUND-ARM, Inc's pin on the blazer’s lapel. She felt the air rush out her lungs, and jolted upright from her seat.

[Welcome to the first module of Cybersecurity 101! My name is Suletta Mercury-Rembran, and I—]

Miorine felt her mouth dry up because why?

She whipped her head towards Nika. "Why is my wife teaching the cybersecurity training?!"

She briefly remembers Suletta mentioning something about getting filmed for a GUND-ARM, Inc. video. It was quite a while ago, and Miorine figured it was just another marketing campaign, but she didn't realize that it might have also been this.

"I mean," Nika shrugged. "She is a literal teacher. I imagine out of all of us she's the most qualified to conduct a training."

Which. Okay. Fair—it made sense! But still—why?

Miorine ran her hand through her hair, grounding herself. Why did she look so good even on screen? Who's idea was it? Did she want to thank them or throttle them?

Why on this ridiculous Earth was she so goddamn attractive?

(A rhetorical question, for sure: she knew with absolute certainty that that was simply a truth of this world.)

[Let's start with the basics: What exactly is a phishing attack?]

[14:47 SEST] Nika : It kind of feels like I should leave T_T

[14:47 SEST] Ojelo: lmaooooooooooo

[14:49 SEST] Nika: please let me leave

[14:53 SEST] Nuno: I'm sorry but u are also literally a security risk until u learn this so u can't

[14:54 SEST] Nika: fml

It was almost impossible to listen, but also impossible to look away. Miorine put an honest effort into taking down notes, into remembering the tell-tale signs of a fake domain name and the most common typing mistakes made in phishing emails. They even had little quizzes in between that they had to take on their phone before moving onto the next section. Apparently, failing those meant having to take the training again and... and, well, that was both pleasant and terribly embarrassing.

At the halfway point, Miorine had crossed her arms, flushed deeply, and sighed.

"You okay, Miorine-san?" Nika poked her on the shoulder.

Suletta had just flashed another charming smile on screen, congratulating the viewer for finishing this section.

"She's so—" Miorine slowly tipped over, leaning forward, and planted her face on the table, muttering. "—pretty."

[Don't forget! Urgent language and unsecured links are really good tells! Are you feeling ready for your next test? Once again, please check your company phone's training app, and—]

Miorine pulled out her phone. She was so ready for this quiz. She had been locked in and could probably recite company policy backwards at this point.

Nika, for the fifteenth time within the past forty-five minutes, tried not to keel over laughing.

[Still there?]

Sang Suletta's sweet, whimsical voice.

[Thanks for sticking with it! Good job, we're almost through! You're doing great!]

Miorine had nearly snapped her stylus in half, blushing, but she powered on in the name of professionalism and—spite. For Nuno and Ojelo, of course. Not Suletta.

She checked her watch. They weren't kidding about it taking no less than an hour. She leaned back into her chair, unable to deny the fact that it was nice to take a short break from paperwork and checking spreadsheets all afternoon.

She had bolted out the room as soon as the training was done.

"Leaving in a hurry?" Sabina caught her haphazardly stuffing all her things into her leather folio.

"Yes."

It was a Thursday, which meant Suletta didn't have an afternoon class to teach, which meant she was already home by now.

"I'll call for the car, then." She hummed.

"Thank you."

Miorine almost forgot her keys, fishing them out her drawer before grabbing her coat off the back of her chair. It was probably windy, but she was in too much of a hurry to bother putting it on, instead bundling it in her arms with her folio.

Suletta was surprised to hear the jingle of Miorine's keys so early in the afternoon.

She looked up from the book she was reading, happy to see the front door swing open. She carefully got up, a smile on her face.

"Miorine! You're home early—" she stopped in her tracks. "You look mad. Why do you look mad?"

And—in the most confusing three seconds of her life—Miorine had pulled her in by the collar, gotten up to her tip-toes, and kissed her.

Honest to god kissed her.

"Whoa," she mumbled against Miorine's lips in a daze. She leaned forward a little, settling her free hand on Miorine's waist, bending down so that her wife didn't have to struggle reaching her.

Finally pulling back, Suletta gave her a hesitant smile. "I missed you too?"

"I clicked a stupid phishing email."

What? Suletta blinked, stupefied, wondering what that had to do with the fact that Miorine was shrugging her coat off and kissing her—again.

"An—" she took a breath "—email?"

"Yeah." Miorine pushed them towards the hallway, and Suletta awkwardly stumbled along with her. "How are you so—so—"

"Eh?” Suletta’s brows furrowed. “Me? What do you mean?"

“So…” Miorine had a frown and the prettiest blush Suletta had ever seen. "Beautiful. In the training video."

There was an almost-audible click in Suletta's head.

She finally put two and two together.

"Oh!" She gasped. "Oh no, they made you watch the training video?" She laughed. "That must have been funny. I was so embarrassed filming it!"

"I think you did great." Miorine was still pushing her, having kicked off her shoes now. She fished the book out of Suletta's hand ("Hey!") and placed it on the nearest table. "But I might have already forgotten the whole thing."

Miorine hastily felt for the door knob to their bedroom, swinging it open and pulling Suletta in by her shirt.

"Miorine!"

"You should remind me again."

fin

A/N:

Thank you to @saltypyrotato for once again beta reading this! You're the best broski! This is basically some self-indulgent office shenanigans that I can't help but imagine would happen lmaoooo

#gwitch #gundam witch from mercury #sulemio #miosule #miorine rembran #suletta mercury #fanfic #fluff #humor

58 notes · View notes

huellitaa · 11 months ago

Text

girl's guide to academic success: ep. 2 ⊹˚. ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 this post focuses on: steps to use on the path to success! ♡ part 1 -> ♡

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ romanticism

i think i mentioned this in my romanticism post but pinterest is ur best friend. if i know anything about it u can trust i have a pinterest board for it; thats the same for school. gather motivating pictures & and pretty images that align with ur personal goals and style and make u wanna get up and work! i also use tumblr for this too. i'll link a couple blogs i love for this later on <3

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ surroundings

if ur studying, make sure u actually enjoy the place you're studying in, or try to to the best of your extent. whenever i study im 9 times out of 10 always at my desk and ive decorated my desk specifically so that it motivates me to get up and do whatever i need to do + its super pretty and makes me smile every time i see it <3 decorate ur area with little trinkets and both things u love and things that motivate you, and switch it up when you can! don't stay in the same place all the time. spontaneity is fun!!!

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ personalisation

make it pleasing to look at so ur more motivated to go back and revise over them if needed, and so you have something to do as well that is still related to your work if ur someone who gets distracted easily like myself. some inspo i use for my work:

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ hydration!

make sure ur drinking lots of water !! i drink lots of water and lots of tea whenever im studying or doing any kind of schoolwork and it helps me a lot, + its just those little bits of comfort yk

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ music and concentration

i work way better with any music in the background but if you're someone who gets distracted easily i'd recommend making a specific playlist for studying and listening to non-lyrical music like lofi, video game soundtracks, classical music, instrumentals of songs u like, etc. (i'm not telling you to go against the rules of ur school but i put a headphone in in class sometimes and cover it with my hair just because i know i work way better with it and it helps me a lot bc most of the people in my classes are so freaking loud. so if ur allowed 100% go for it but i don't recommend what i do if you have a strict school)

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ prioritising ur health & compromising

like i said in my other post, prioritise your health over anything else. if you didn't get a good nights sleep last night and you have a test tomorrow and need to study, then compromise; if you already know a lot about it or its not fate changing or life altering in some way or you can go over it quickly in the morning or something, go to sleep. your health is always more important in the long run and will help you to do even better in the future in every area of ur life

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 links (some of my fav studyblr girlblog posts!)

study methods: @4theitgirls

studying plans as an accounting major: @iluvprettygirls

study tips: @honeytonedhottie

academic burnout: @seulhrts

elle woods: @4theitgirls

productivity hacks: @theambitiouswoman

paris geller: @4theitgirls

i also personally recommend @zooxanthellae for one of the study blogs! she does a lot of studyblr posts under the tag #zoostudies & they're SO CUTE ♡

all my love 💗🫶🎀💬🩷

280 notes · View notes

starstruckbyacomet · 2 months ago

Text

A Feedback to ABC

🎄All I W❄️nt for Christm⭐️s Is L❤️U☃️

Below is a copy of my feedback to ABC. I wrote the feedback on a Microsoft Word document, because it was too long to be written on the description column of ABC's feedback page.

I'm not suggesting people to read the whole thing (it is a long-ass letter). However, there are some points in it which I think worthy to be mentioned, if anyone still want to write feedback to ABC:

1)) Criticism on the writing of Season 7 and Season 8. I made a list of '13 reasons why' 🙄 I thought the writing of Season 8 was crappy, and actually called it 'crappy' on my feedback. The list included everything which has bothered me, except 2 things: Ortiz and Eddie storylines. There is a possibility that Ortiz would come back as a stronger villain in the future, and Eddie's issue with Shannon might be resolved in Season 8B. Thus, I withheld my judgment. It's important to tell ABC how bad the writing was, because you wouldn't guess it from all the positive publications and adulation about the show out there. The higher ups on ABC might also not be aware about it.

2)) Mentioning that fans have noticed the three-baitings: the thrill-baiting, the Buddie-baiting, and the Tevan-baiting. Even if the show or ABC didn't mean to bait anyone (which honestly I doubt 🙄), at least ABC would be aware of the distrust and negative perceptions on the show, and hopefully would take actions to counter them.

3)) Reasons why we don't want to see Buck with any love interests other than Tommy.

4)) Suggestions of possible storylines for Tommy. Initially I was hesitant to write this part. I thought, these professional writers surely didn't need suggestions from someone like me. But then I remembered how they'd botched Season 8A (*shudder*), and I was afraid that they wouldn't bring Tommy back, because they didn't know what to do with him. So, fuck it! Someone, anyone, got to tell them. And if that someone had to be me, so be it.

5)) There was no mention of the online harrassment. In my criticism about Buddie-baiting, I called the Buddie fans "obsessed", instead of "toxic" or "hostile". I want my feedback to be read pass the social media team. Mentioning the online harrassment might make the social media team tossed my letter to the garbage bin, because they didn't want to be blamed on their passivity.

I'm sorry that I couldn't participate in financial donation this year. I've been out of job for quite a while, because I was bullied on my previous workplace. This is also the reason why I've been so adamant against online bullying. I hope however small what I do for this movement, it still helps somehow.

🎄..☃️..✨️..❄️..🎄..⛄️..✨️..❄️..🎄..☃️..✨️..❄️..🎄

Dear ABC,

I've been watching 9-1-1 show for years, and have been involved in its fandom for quite a while. There are growing concerns among the fandom about the show, which is the reason why I'm writing this letter:

A. THE WRITING

The writing of Season 7 was not good. Shannon's doppelganger storyline was hard to believe, and Amir storyline was rushed. Buck was the only character who got a decent story with his new relationship with Tommy. However, most of us were willing to look past those shortcomings because it was a shortened season, with only 10 episodes instead of the usual 18 episodes.

We'd expected Season 8 will be better, alas, it's been worse:

Gerard was retconned to be a bumbling old relic. It's hard to believe that he was the same menace who had ruled the 118 firehouse with iron fists in the Begins episodes of Season 2.

In episode 8x05 "Masks", Hen and Karen had a disagreement about Hen's working schedule. Why did this issue come up now, after their 7+ years of marriage? Hen never changed her job during their marriage. Karen has even been very supportive when Hen was enrolled in a medical school, while also working as a firefighter from Season 4 to Season 6. At that time, she was notably busier than she is in this season.

In episode 101 "Pilot" Abby mentioned that Tommy was her ex-boyfriend. Why did in episode 806 "Confessions" Tommy say he was Abby's ex-fiancé?

In episode 8x06 "Confessions" Maddie told Chimney, her husband, that she was pregnant. After her unexpected pregnancy back in Season 3, we expected the couple would be more careful with birth controls. Apparently they didn't. It is a running joke within fandom that birth controls don't exist in 9-1-1 universe. Also, why didn't Maddie have a discussion with her husband before she got pregnant? A pregnancy should be a couple's decision, not forced by half of the pair to the other half.

In episode 806 "Confessions", Tommy gave Buck two Lakers tickets as anniversary gift. It is implied that Tommy didn't know that Buck did not like basketball. We're not sure what the show wanted to tell with this scene. If it meant to imply that Tommy was not a good boyfriend because he didn't know that fact, it achieved the opposite effect. Buck was the one who had given the impression to Tommy that he liked basketball on episode 804 "Buck, Bothered, and Bewildered". Thus, if Tommy still didn't know that Buck disliked the sport after 6 months into their relationship, it was Buck's fault for not coming clean to Tommy.

Buck was flustered when talking with a woman on his anniversary date with Tommy in episode 806 "Confessions". Buck is 33 years old, not twelve. He's been dating a lot of people before. Buck should have known better than showing his attraction to other people while being on a date.

Still in episode 806 "Confessions", Buck asked whether Tommy was attracted to women. At the time, they've been dating for 6 months. Previously, in episode 705 "You Don't Know Me", Buck told Eddie that Tommy was gay. If Buck had known that his boyfriend was gay, why did he ask Tommy whether Tommy was attracted to women? Buck might be not the brightest bulb in the box, but we didn't think he was so stupid or ignorant that he couldn't differentiate between being gay and being bisexual.

Again, in episode 806 "Confessions" Tommy broke up with Buck because he was afraid to go further in their relationship. Tommy that we knew was mindful to other people's feelings. In episode 704 "Buck, Bothered, and Bewildered" Tommy visited Buck to clear the air after he'd sensed that he might have inadvertently created a wedge between Buck and Eddie. This mindful Tommy wouldn't date Buck in the first place, if he knew that he couldn't go to the next phase.

After Tommy broke up with Buck, Buck didn't seem to fight for their relationship. In episode 405 "Buck Begins" Athena said that being Buck meant never give up. In the past, we have seen Buck fought for things which mattered to him. He sued LAFD to get his job back. He broke the law to save Maddie when she was in danger. However, after Tommy broke up with him, Buck didn't even try to communicate with Tommy like an adult. Instead, he was... baking? This is not the Buck we have known.

In episode 807 "Hotshots" and episode 808 "Wannabes" Buck didn't even look sad when he was not baking. He did look anxious when Tommy was mentioned, but other than that, he acted normal. Tim Minear mentioned in interviews that Tommy was important for Buck, but we didn't see it on screen. Fans have been mourning the relationship harder than on-screen Buck.

After the break up, why didn't any of Buck's closest people encourage him to clear things up with Tommy? In episode 709 "Ashes, Ashes" Bobby told Buck that Tommy was good for him, and Chimney has asked Tommy to fly into a hurricane, practically made Tommy risked his own life for the 118 team. However, after Tommy broke up with Buck, none of them told either Buck or Tommy to talk with each other and clear things up.

In episode 807 "Hotshots", Chimney encouraged Buck to "jump back in the pond", and Buck answered with "I don't know which pond to jump back into." The conversation seemed like a subtext that bisexual Buck now could sleep with both men and women. As a bisexual person, I am very offended by this scene. Like other people, bisexual people cannot control to whom we fall in love to, regardless of the gender. The implication of the scene is that bi people are 'easy' or 'loose' and used to pick partners to sleep without giving much thoughts on it. It is a common prejudice which we've been fighting against for a very long time. Watching it implied on the scene is insulting, to say the least.

The prolonged screen time of Brad Torrence. Initially fans didn't hate Brad. However, we couldn't help but notice that a big portion of Season 8A was spent on Brad, while other main characters we actually cared about were put aside. Now, Brad Torrence becomes a bitter joke among fans. Most of us couldn't stand him any longer. On top of that, the scene of Brad saved a suicidal Hotshots fan in episode 806 "Wannabes" felt like an undeserved pat-on-the-back to the show, considering the crappy stories the show has been giving us since Season 7.

B. THE BAITING

B.1. THE THRILL-BAITING

Fans have noticed that 9-1-1 has been seemingly baiting new viewers to watch the show, but didn't give them what they were looking for. One example is the big disaster emergency stories at the beginnings of Season 6 and Season 7. There was no other big emergencies during the rest of the seasons and audience knew that. Long term fans like me were delighted by those stories, and ratings indicated that the big emergencies have attracted additional viewers. However, surely you've noticed that ratings were back to normal right after the big emergency stories had ended. The drops were not even gradual. It's because new viewers knew that the thrill ended after the 3rd episode of the season. And with such crappy storylines which I have explained in Part A, new viewers hardly wanted to stay.

B.2. THE BUDDIE-BAITING

Another baiting that we've noticed is the Buddie-baiting. There are fans who want to see Buck and Eddie (a.k.a. "Buddie") in a romantic relationship on screen. These fans are not subtle about what they want. Tim Minear, Kristen Reidel, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Oliver Stark, and Ryan Guzman have acknowledged the existence of the fans in various occasions. The Buddie fans have been voicing their demand since Season 2. Unlike normal fans they are very obsessed about the pairing they root for. Other 9-1-1 fans like me, who don't root for Buddie, have concerns regarding how the show has been portraying Buck and Eddie's interactions on screen. In our opinion, if the show didn't want to pair Buck with Eddie romantically, then it should stop giving nods or hints about them as if they were a couple or a couple to-be. Those nods or hints only give false expectations to the Buddie fans. For examples:

1)) In episode 7x06 "There Goes the Groom", there was a Buck & Eddie drunk karaoke scene. The scene should include Henren and Ravi, or at least Ravi in the scene, to avoid misinterpretation by Buddie fans.

2)) In episode 8x06 "Confessions", Eddie talked about beards, right after he mentioned that he was straight. Buddie fans has interpreted this scene as a clue that Eddie was hiding his sexuality. Here's the actual conversation on screen:

Father Brian: "And you, you have that... very handsome mustache." Eddie (chuckling): "Do you wanna know why I grew this?" Father Brian: "Tell me." Eddie: "Because the LAFD doesn't allow beards. Too flammable. Otherwise, I'd have gone full mountain man." Father Brian: "So, it's a disguise?" Eddie (averting his gaze): "Something like that." Father Brian: "What're you afraid of seeing when you're looking in the mirror?"

The conversation could be done without mentioning beards at all. For example:

Father Brian: "And you, you have that... very handsome mustache." Eddie (chuckling): "I'm glad someone likes it." Father Brian: "Nobody else likes it?" Eddie: "Well, sometimes my friends tease me about it. But I think they're just not used to see me with a mustache." Father Brian: "So, it's new? Is it a trend that I didn't know about?" Eddie (chuckling): "No, not a trend. I just want to see something different when I look in the mirror." Father Brian: "So, it's a disguise?" Eddie (averting his gaze): "Something like that." Father Brian: "What're you afraid of seeing when you're looking in the mirror?"

If a non-writer like me could come up with an alternative conversation with the same ending without talking about beards, so could the writers. Even if the conversation became longer, the show could cut some time off of Eddie's dancing scene at the end of the episode. Inserting beards in the conversation feels like baiting Buddie fans without actually giving them what they want.

3)) In episode 8x06 "Confessions", a pantless Eddie opened his door to Buck after Buck was dumped by Tommy, and proceeded to let Buck sat next to him. Eddie was pantless because he had been doing the Risky Business Dance. There are other iconic dances which Eddie could do without losing his pants, like Michael Jackson's Moonwalk, the Footloose Dance, John Travolta's Staying Alive Dance, etc. This sexual innuendo only gives a false message to Buddie fans.

There is a growing concern that the show has been baiting Buddie fans to keep watching without actually making Buck and Eddie a couple. This feels deceitful, exploitative, and manipulative. Fans don't need 'nods' or 'hints' or 'subtexts'. A few decades ago, when homosexuality was a taboo, giving nods and subtexts about the subject on TV shows seemed brave. It doesn't work that way in this modern era, when marriage equality has been a law for quite a while. On the contrary, it feels deceitful and cowardly. As if the show was afraid to upset its queer-averse audience, but also wanted its queer-leaning audience to keep watching.

B.3. THE TEVAN-BAITING

After 9-1-1 re-introduced Tommy back in Season 7, a lot of fans were captivated by this character and his love story with Buck. We dubbed the couple as 'Bucktommy' or 'Tevan'. In the fandom, a lot people have shared how they could relate to Tommy. I'm one of them. Like Tommy, I came out later in life, although only to selected people in my life. Like Tommy, I also have done less than honorable things to cover my sexuality, which I still regret even now. A lot of fans, including me, also relate to Tommy's longing for a family who could fully accept him. That's why we were rooting for his relationship with Buck.

We were shocked and heartbroken when the couple broke up in episode 806 "Confessions". To add salt in our wound, everyone involved acted out-of-characters like I mentioned in Part A. It makes the break up felt like a rushed afterthought, instead of a well-prepared storyline. It's very contrast with how the story of Brad Torrence and Hotshots were told. Furthermore, Tommy had been portrayed as a loving boyfriend to Buck in the previous episode (ep. 805 "Masks"). We felt that the show has played with our feelings, and for what? To make us cried our hearts out on the internet and gave the show hypes and online engagements for free? Once again, it feels like the show has deceitfully baited us. Looking back at how it has seemingly baited thrill-seekers viewers with emergency scenes only at the season openings, and how it gave 'nods' to Buddie pairing without ever make it happened, the thought doesn't seem outside the realm of possibility.

A lot of fans have noticed a trend of ship-baiting in TV shows. Unlike queer-baiting, these TV shows have included openly queer characters from the start, so people don't accuse them of queer-baiting. However, there's usually only one queer couple who has a long-term relationship which lasts until the end of the show. Other queer characters either end up single or appear single (e.g. Guilermo de la Cruz of What We Do in the Shadows), have elusive romantic partners who appear very rarely on screen (e.g. Paul Strickland of 9-1-1: Lone Star), or have a string of failed romantic relationships until the shows ended (e.g. Travis Montgomery of Station 19). The story of Travis Montgomery of Station 19 is very telling. He was the only main character who didn't get a 'soulmate' at the end of the show. He was dragged from one failed relationship to another during the whole 7 seasons. This was a notably different treatment compared to other main characters in the show. It has made fans wondered whether the fact that Travis was gay had something to do with it. There had been one queer couple, Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca (a.k.a. "Marina") who was prominently on display and got a happy ending in Station 19. Why didn't Travis get a lasting relationship like other main characters, instead of being paired with a brand new partner in the end? As if there was a diversity quota, where only one queer couple per TV show was allowed to be prominently on display and got a happy ending.

C. WHAT NEXT FOR BUCK

Reflecting from what happened with Travis Montgomery of Station 19, some fans have predicted that 9-1-1 planned to drag Buck to a string of failed relationships before pairing him with a woman at the end of the show. There's also a speculation that Buck would be paired with Tommy or even Eddie right before the show ended, because by then the show would not have to portray his queer relationship on screen further. Until then, the audience might have to watch Buck jumps from relationship to relationship again.

There are several issues with this scenario:

1)) Buck has gone through FIVE failed relationships since the beginning of the show (with Abby, Ali, Taylor, Natalia, and Tommy). It would be NINE if we include hook-ups and kisses (the unnamed firetruck hookup, the snake-keeping lady, his ex-therapist, and Lucy Donato). Giving Buck another failed relationship is beyond repetitive. It screams "we run out of ideas what to do with this character." A lot of us simply don't want to watch that repetition.

2)) It would be hard for any other partners to measure up to Tommy. Tommy shared a unique connection with Buck: Buck was Tommy's replacement in 118 firehouse and they shared a same ex, Abby. Tommy also had a good relationship with Bobby, Chimney, Hen, and Eddie, and has been portrayed as a good boyfriend for Buck. If an ideal partner like Tommy was thrown out of the window, why should we care about Buck's next love interest(s)?

3)) Tommy's unique connection with Buck and how Tommy has been portrayed on the show have given a lot of potential stories for Buck and Tommy together. For examples:

Tommy has done terrible things in the past, probably while he was in the military. This would give Buck a dilemma: would he leave Tommy, or would he love and trust someone with a checkered past although that person has repented.

Tommy could have a trauma or PTSD from his time in the military, probably related to DADT. This would give Buck a new role as a caregiver to who tried to help his partner struggles with a serious issue. It would be more serious than accompanying Taylor Kelly to meet her estranged father.

Tommy might apologize to Abby. Not only Buck and Abby deserve a closure, Tommy and Abby do too. Buck might even facilitate this.

Those examples have never been shown before. Any of them would feel fresh and better than having Buck goes through several romantic relationships again.

4)) As I mentioned before, a lot of us feel that the show has been baiting us, the queer-leaning viewers, to watch the show without giving us the queer relationship that we want. Our experiences with TV shows like Supernatural, Station 19, and the latest one, What We Do in the Shadows, have taught us to recognize the baiting signs. A lot of us refuse to be exploited again. Several fans have quit watching the show after episode 806 "Confessions", others were waiting until the half season hiatus to see whether Tommy was coming back or not, before quit watching it for good. We plan to watch the show again only if Tommy and Buck get back together.

This is not the first time I was disappointed by a TV show. Several years ago, I quit watching Grey's Anatomy because it messed up Jackson and April (a.k.a. "Japril")'s relationship with a love triangle story for too long. Although disappointed, at the time I didn't care enough to express my concern to ABC. I simply quit watching the show, because it didn't give me joy anymore. However, I care more about Tommy and his relationship with Buck, hence this letter. I hope the show will bring Tommy back and restore his relationship with Buck once more in Season 8B. I know a lot of fans have a similar hope.

#All I Want for Christmas Is Lou

Best regards,

[My name]

42 notes · View notes