#this movie had the strongest grip on me

[yandereaffections]

Spiderman Into the Spiderverse Masterlist

Miles Morales

Headcannons

S/o who is self conscious of her Braces

How Miles would confront his Crush

Smart S/o

Puertorican S/o

Werewolf S/o

S/o who is just as Yandere for him

S/o whose embarrassed by their art work 

Secret DJ S/o

Demon S/o

Werewolf + Cannibalistic S/o

Letter

Sickly S/o

Crush only seeing him as a little brother

Realizing Crush is his Soul Mate

S/o trying to cheer him up

“Hide and Seek”

Spider Noir

Headcannons

Crush whos already taken

Clingy S/o

Making Gifts for him

Peter B Parker

Jealous Headcannons

Headcannons

Valentines Days

Affectionate S/o

Sick and Clingy S/o

Falling for Miles Aunt

Falling for Nick Furys Daughter

Miles Morales

NS FW Headcannons

Spider Noir

Touch Starved S/o 

Peter B parker

NS FW Headcannons

[sutorus]

JUST THINKING ABOUT VIRGIN!GOJO. . .

getting close to gojo satoru was hard. like limitless was not only a technique but a way of living — of getting by. and you understand; having someone means having something to lose. being the strongest sorcerer alive means you have to be self sufficient, for the entire world’s sake.

but even though most would insist he is more god than human, there was nothing he could do to keep himself from falling into you. it’s the first time he feels okay relinquishing control, accepting unpredictability. he wonders, morosely, if this is what it feels like to be a regular teenager, even if he’s well into his 20s. to make dumb decisions like stay up late on the phone, to make out in the movies, to get nervous about meeting your parents, to buy matching phone cases.

gojo is obsessed with the feeling. he didn’t know he could want someone as much as he wants you, body and soul but god — your body. the way you get on top of him and make his abs seize, his hips grinding up of their own accord. you always laugh so sweetly at his desperation, licking into his mouth and letting your hands wander.

he gets hard embarrassingly fast, every time. whines anguished little moans, not knowing what he wants next. gripping your hips over his like it’s a lifeline, fucking up into you and rubbing your clothed crotches together like he doesn’t know how much better it can get — and he doesn’t. and that excites you beyond belief.

the first time it happens, it doesn’t last long. you told him you could ride him, that it wasn’t a problem, he could just focus on being as comfortable as possible. but the utter heat with which he said “no. no, you’re not fucking me. i’m fucking you,” left you weak in the knees.

he’s hurried, but he takes time to kiss every inch of your body once your clothes are off, murmuring sweet nothings about how you’re so perfect and all his. he’s been hard as a rock ever since you started kissing, not letting you get your mouth on him or even roll the condom on, too afraid of ruining it that soon.

when he slips inside, it’s so much better than he could’ve imagined. there’s no comparison, no feeling in the world, not even healing his deadly wounds and coming back to life can compare. you’re soft, warm and wet, gripping him just right, massaging his length like you were made to take him.

he can’t keep his mouth shut, can’t keep the surprise out of his voice. he fucks into you violently, unable to comprehend that it can feel this good. you feel perfect, like he never wants to leave, wants to be inside of you forever and just fuck you again and again and again.

“f-fuck, fuck, hang on,” gojo has to pause halfway, abs contracting rhythmically as he stills inside you. he looks up, huffing out an overwhelmed breath, and you can’t help but let out a giggle. “yeah? this funny to you? i’ll give you something to laugh about, just you wait.”

he starts moving again slowly, and you caress his face, singing him praise about how good he’s doing. he mewls at the compliment, wanting to please, needing to be the best you ever had no matter the circumstances. and he is, he was made for you and you for him.

“aahh, fuck baby i can’t stop — can’t, sorry, i can’t, i’m gonna cum, god i’m gonna cum,” he chokes out, pistoning in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. “oh fuck, fuck don’t do that, if you do that i’m gonna—“

“it’s okay, satoru,” you whisper, finding the timing to catch his lips in a kiss. “i want you to.”

his groan is guttural, like it’s been punched out of him, and he buries himself so deep inside you you can hardly swallow as he gives a few final, short thrusts into your pussy. he cums so hard that he loses all sense, his grip bruising you, he’s pretty sure he’s crying, whining your name like you could save him right now.

it’s a heavenly sight, so hot that it has you clenching around him chasing your own high. when he comes to, he presses two long fingers to your clit, kissing your face all over until you’re tumbling over the edge as well.

you lay there, side by side, catching your breaths in sync. which is why it comes as a surprise when he wastes no time getting on top of you again, fingers chasing your entrance.

“satoru,” you laugh, in part amusement and part desbelief. “just gimme a few minutes, okay? i just c—“

“nuh uh,” he kisses you to shut you up, then takes his mouth down your body. you notice, a little horrified, that he’s already hard again. “you already came on my cock. now i’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, and then my mouth. and then we’ll see who’s gets the last laugh.”

[a-pute11as]

okay okay, you're stronger - cata coll

cata and r have a movie night that turns into a 'whose stronger' competition, but an overly friendly cuddle ends up being caught by keira and ellie.

words - 910

“catalina you’re crushing me, i can’t breathe” i gasped out as her arms tightened around my chest. 

a movie night between ‘friends’ had somehow turned into multiple arm wrestles, which turned into who had the stronger arms, which i obviously argued that i did, causing cata to chase me around the kitchen until she eventually caught me. 

“so say i’m stronger or i’ll keep going” she teased, holding me from behind as her arms got tighter and tighter as i refused to admit that she had the strong arms, clearly i was wrong. 

“never” i gasped, the pressure continuing. 

“admit it, or i’ll squeeze you even tighter” she was starting to get out of breath too, you could tell the effort she was putting into crushing me was taking energy out of her too. 

“okay okay, you’re strong” i quickly said, causing her to relax ever so slightly. 

“one more chance, you know that’s not what you needed to say” she said, as she began to tighten her arms again. 

“fine okay, catalina you have the strongest arms anyone could ever have and i know you could lift a building if you tried” i gasped out, her grip instantly releasing as i spoke. 

“aw, you’re too kind” she smiled sweetly, turning me around by my shoulders to meet her face. 

“can we go back to the movie now? keira is going to be back soon and she always interrupts it by talking over it” i said, rolling my eyes. 

“si, i’ll take you to the sofa with my big strong arms” in a swift move she had put me over my shoulder and started marching to the sofa. usually i’d protest it, but this was a very common move from cata, especially when she thought she had won on something. 

she placed me down on the sofa before sitting next to me, our feet up on the coffee table with a blanket covering us. she pressed play on the tv remote before wrapping an arm around me, allowing my head to rest on her shoulder. 

within 10 minutes we were back in the same position we were before the ‘who's stronger’ debate started, cata had her back to the arm of the sofa whilst i laid in between her legs with my head on her chest as she ran her fingers through my hair. 

our friendship had always been very close, ever since i transferred to barcelona she had always made me feel welcome. however the more our friendship grew, the more comfortable we got with each other, the more casual flirting happened which meant friendly movie nights like tonight ended with us being wrapped around each other, in more ways than one. which also meant we did what we could to keep the extra details away from our teammates. 

the conversation had come up multiple times, anytime we thought of taking it further, there was a collective worry that our friendship would be ruined so we left it how it was. 

“estas cansada, mi amor?” she asked, causing me to nod my head against her chest. (are you tired, my love?)

“are you?” i mumbled tiredly back.

“si, very” she replied with a small yawn. 

with that we both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. 

“stop they look so cute like that” 

i shuffled myself slightly assuming i was having one of those dreams that felt incredibly real, like as if you’re falling and then you suddenly wake up and you're perfectly safe in bed.

“oh they’re going to hate these photos so much”

my eyes slowly started to open as i processed the figures standing in front of us. keira and ellie were stood in front of us with their phones pointed towards us giggling. 

“fuck off” i said, quickly bringing my hand up to my face to cover myself. 

“no no, this is too good to not show everyone” ellie said as she continued taking pictures. 

i felt cata start to move underneath me as the noise began to wake her up. 

“qué está pasando?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. (what is happening?)

“we’ve been caught” i huffed, sticking my middle finger up at the two girls. 

“i think we need to get a picture with them, we are missing out” keira said, as her and ellie moved in front of us so the picture would include all 4 of us.

“dios mios” cata uttered, shutting her eyes as if that would make it disappear. (my god)

“okay we will leave you two alone, don’t do anything i wouldn’t do” ellie winked, as they walked back out of the apartment. 

it didn’t take long for my phone to ping, making me lean over to pick it up from the coffee table and check my messages.

keira - at least 5 of you owe me money now [one attachment]

patri - i knew it, give me my money claudia

alexia - tell her to put that finger down

pina - merida, le debo dinero a dos personas (shit, i owe two people money)

mapi - look at the love birds!

my hands quickly moved to respond to the texts.

me - we are just friends taking a nap together

ingrid - yes, that’s exactly how maria and i take naps too

“i have a feeling everyone knew” i said, turning my phone around to show her the messages. 

“well training is going to be eventful” cata shook her head with a small laugh.

spell check and grammar were not my friends during this, so very sorry for any errors xo

[kitasgloves]

hii!!um can you mb do comforting your bf pt3?If you can include sunarin or kei. I know you have more requests n probably personal work so,of course ,no need to hurry !! <3

comforting your insecure bf

part 1 . part 2 . part 4

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post

— ♬ hi anon thank you for requesting i hope you like it !

— ♬ Suna Rintaro

Suna Rintaro's first encounter with you wasn't anything spectacular. There's no spark, no butterflies in his stomach, no reaction. He just viewed you as another human in the world. You were friends with the Miya brothers so it was inevitable that one of the brothers was going to introduce you to him. It was through his best friend Osamu Miya that he met you.

He thinks you're cool, he doesn't expect anything from you. Suna only saw you as a friend, right? Well, that was before he began spending more time with you. In the beginning, it was him, Osamu, and you. Sometimes Atsumu joined. Then all of a sudden the Miya twins were out of the equation and the two of you started hanging out.

You matched his vibe perfectly. You shared the same sense of humor, you were clever and quick with rebuttals to his remarks, and you had a sweet side that made his insides feel like mush. Before he knew it, Suna was hanging out more with you than his best friend and he gets teased for it.

"I think yer fallin' in love with [Name]"

Yeah, right. It's not true. You only give him the prettiest smiles and the most contagious laugh. The playful glimmer in your eyes, the way you would reach for his hand when you're nervous, how you lean on his shoulder when you're getting sleepy when watching a movie, he can smell your perfume, your shampoo, he can feel your warmth, and see the color of your lips...oh shit. Osamu is right, he is falling in love with you.

But there's no fucking way he's going to admit it. The way Suna sees it, you're too good for him. He's an asshole, a mean and sarcastic piece of shit. You're a special and genuine person that he doesn't deserve. He's been thinking about his feelings for you lately up until the Miya twins' birthday.

He deliberately planned to get wasted, maybe find somebody else to make him forget about his stupid crush on you. But his attempt was futile because, in the crowded room, his eyes still searched for you. And the fact that you immediately meet his eyes was so unfair, you make him so weak. Yet he doesn't crumble. He stubbornly avoids you.

"Rin! Hey! Why are you avoiding me?"

"Fuck off, [Name]"

Suna slurred as he tried to get away from you, terrified that if he lets you reach him he'll confess. He finishes his cup of alcohol when you finally catch him, as he gazes at you, his blood goes cold. There were tears in your eyes and you were gripping his arm.

"Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?"

You asked, your tone desperate and Suna's heart just shatters. Jesus, he is a certified dick. Even in his drunk state, he tries to keep it together to tell you that you haven't done anything wrong.

"Really?"

"Yeah, M'sorry [Name]"

"Oh thank god"

You hugged him, incredibly relieved. Suna was quick to return the embrace, burying his face against your neck, almost feeling his eyes go wet. And in a spur-of-the-moment or his fear of almost losing you, Suna pulls away and crashes his lips against yours in a silent confession. There was a muffled squeak from you. He thinks he's dreaming when he feels you kiss him back. Suna thinks he's incredibly drunk when he ends up going home with you.

"Babe, are you listening?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was too busy staring at your pretty face"

"Ugh, fucking cheeseball"

You laughed and smacked his shoulder. Ever since the kiss, the two of you hit it off. Suna wouldn't have expected to be with you, but he's over the moon. Romance wasn't his strongest suit yet you made him feel like it is. He has never wanted to kiss someone so bad every day in his life. Never he has experienced being so head over heels for someone that it's ridiculous.

Everything felt so right. But Suna begins to think it's a lie. He's convinced that he doesn't deserve to be with you after everything. You and him weren't a perfect couple, you would have arguments that would start from something so minuscule into fully serious. Suna would find himself intentionally hurting you with his venomous insults, but you were strong and unwavering. It would be a while until Suna's self-sabotage brings out the worst of him.

He has hurt you, this time he did. He fucked up bad when he sees your wide eyes as tears gradually built up. But this time, he doesn't apologize, he lets you walk out the door and think it's over. He ends up alone in his room quietly crying to himself, gazing at his pathetic reflection on his mirror. On the least of his expectations, you return.

"Rintaro?"

Suna loved the way you called his name but he doesn't face you. He's filled with shame and guilt and you coming back to him after the shit he told you was a testament that he truly doesn't deserve you.

"Why the fuck are you here?"

"Please, let's talk, Rin"

"I don't wanna"

"Please, I want to fix this. I don't this to end"

You see the way Suna's lip wobbles. You carefully walked over to him and hugged him from behind, sharing your warmth with him. Suna blinks away the tears as he leans against your touch.

"I don't deserve you, [Name]"

"Rintaro..."

"I'm nothing but a stupid fucking asshole"

"Rin, you're not"

"For fuck's sake [Name]! I made you cry!"

"I know you don't mean it, Rin"

You nuzzled your face against his neck. Suna sighs, it was hard trying to resist you.

"I'm sorry, [Name]..."

"It's okay, babe"

"I...Are you sure you don't want to break up with me?"

"Yeah, want me to prove it to you?"

You said. Suna raised a brow, unsure of what you meant until he felt your hands tugging on the hems of his pants. In a span of a minute, he's moaning in front of his bedroom mirror with his cock out and your hands around it. You carefully pumped his length, purposely edging him.

"[Name], ah! Shit!"

Suna hissed. He hears you chuckle from behind. You planted butterfly kisses from his shoulder up to his neck.

"[Name], fuck"

Your boyfriend moans. You slowly begin to jerk him off faster, he throws his head back and whines.

"Rintaro, I love you so much. I love every part of you"

"I love your cheezy jokes, your sweet smile, and even your big and mean face"

"I love your eyes, your hair, your face, your lips, and especially your cock"

Suna groans, his face heats up from the compliment. Gently, your hands went to cup his balls and he drools like a fool drunk on lust.

"Hnngh, [Name]"

"I will love you forever for who you are, even with all the bad parts"

"[Name]"

He calls out for you in desperation, desperate for his sweet release. As your hand trailed back to his cock, you started to pump him swiftly. Suna's hips bucked forward as he watched himself lose to the pleasure in front of the mirror. His hair was sweaty and messy, the precum dripping down on his length was nasty, as his moans grew breathy.

"Are you gonna cum, Rin?"

"Ooooh yes! Fuck yes!"

"Come on baby, let go. I'm all yours"

You softly told him as his eyes rolled back. Suna convulsed as he cums around your warm hand. His cum shoots out everywhere, on his abdomen, your hand, and even his pants. Suna felt like he died and went back to life. His chest rises and falls as he meets your sweet eyes through the mirror.

"Holy shit"

"Are you okay, Rintaro?"

"More than okay, babe. That was fucking hot"

You laughed. Suna pounces on you to kiss you, he towers over you on his bed as he starts whispering 'I love you' to you with every kiss. Everything was all sweet and romantic until you can feel his cock hardening as it rubbed against your leg. You gulped as Suna sent you a devilish smile.

— ♬ Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima Kei had no room for romance in his life. He only poured his focus on his work and volleyball. He occasionally hung out with his friends so he wasn't some miserable and workaholic man. He thinks the universe loves shitting on him when he was constantly surrounded by couples wherever he went. On the way to his work, in the museum, at the grocery store, and even scrolling on the internet. The persistent image of lovestruck couples irritated him to no end, especially when one of his friends recently came out that they became an official couple (thank god one of them went back to Brazil and the other migrated to Italy).

Tsukishima was waiting for all of this bullshit to die down until he was reunited with you. Great, just what he fucking needed. It was a dark secret that he had a fat crush on you back in high school, you were his senior then. You were popular because people were drawn to your beauty, kindness, and alluring personality. Tsukishima felt ashamed for falling victim to your charms. Admittedly, he tried to subtly pursue you then but ultimately stopped after you graduated high school and went to university. And here he thinks he's over you.

"Oh my god, Kei is that you?"

Shit. You have spotted him at the museum. He awkwardly stands there and lets you run to him with that big smile of yours.

"It's been so long!"

"...It has"

"I didn't know you worked here! How have you been?"

You and Tsukishima briefly caught up with each other's lives. It was true you and him go way back and were close, and it still feels like it to this day. Tsukishima hates to admit how he missed talking to you. Something about your genuine demeanor pulls him back to you.

"Do you want to go grab drinks later?"

Say no

"Sure, I'm free after my shift"

Oh you fucking idiot

"Great! Let's meet at the bar nearby!"

His heart skips a beat when he sees that beautiful bright smile on your face. It kept appearing in his mind as he continued on his day. Tsukishima grew impatient as he constantly glanced at his watch, wishing that time would go by faster. After his shift at the museum, he rushes to the bar and finds you waiting for him there.

The two of you ate and drank beer, swapping stories and sharing jokes. Being here with you reignited his attraction to you. Tsukishima couldn't help but notice everything about you. Your hair, your clothes, the smell of your perfume, god, he felt like a creep. It was getting late and both of you got fairly tipsy. You finished your cup of beer when you smiled at him with flushed cheeks.

"You know, I used to have a crush on you back then"

You admitted. Tsukishima nearly choked on his beer as he gazes at you wide-eyed and his glasses tilted.

"...Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, you were handsome and not to mention a smartass, I'm pretty sure everyone had a crush on you"

You shrugged. Tsukishima ignores the way his heart skipped a beat, he swallows nervously and looks at you.

"Didn't think you'd genuinely have a crush on me, I thought you think I'm an asshole"

"Well you are, a handsome asshole"

You chuckled and looked at him in the eye. Tsukishima knew this was his moment, to tell you how he's been in love with you for a long time. He sucks in a breath.

"You know, I know someone who's got a big fat crush on you for a long time..."

"Oh? Who?"

"You know him and he's an idiot"

"Hmm, is it your best friend Yamaguchi?"

"No"

"How about your other friends Kageyama and Hinata?"

"Nah, those two just became a couple"

"Oh, congratulations to them! Who could it be?"

He waited for you to guess right but it never came, much to his heart's disappointment.

"Are you lying to me, Kei?"

"No...ugh, I give up"

"What? Just tell me who it is!"

"It's me, you dumbass!"

You went silent and it made Tsukishima's stomach drop. The look of shock on your face scared him. How will you react? He has no clue what will it be. And then you laughed.

"Oh my god, are you serious?"

"Yeah..."

"And here I thought my feelings would never be reciprocated"

"Huh?"

Tsukishima looked at you dumbfounded. You sighed and reached to touch his hand across the table.

"I've been in love with you too for a long time, you dingus"

Suddenly, Tsukishima has room for his romantic life with you. Before he realizes it, he's just like those disgusting couples he gets surrounded by everywhere he goes. It felt so surreal to hold your hand while you two walked down the street. It seemed so unreal when you shared a kiss under the moonlight. He believed he lived in a dream when you told him you loved him. Because the truth is, Tsukishima thinks he doesn't deserve it.

The reason why he didn't have room for romance is because he's convinced he's unlovable. That on the surface is just a smart guy with a massive height, athletic abilities, and a smug attitude, and beyond that, he's nothing special. Tsukishima knows he's an absolute jerk who doesn't back down on rebuttals and insults. He's got a sharp tongue and an intelligent mouth. Why would someone love a guy like him?

Tsukishima distances himself from you since he formed those insecure thoughts. He gradually drifts away from you to the point that he refuses to meet up with you. He tries to return to his life before. Maybe you'll take the hint and replace him with someone better, someone who's significantly kinder than him, someone who's lovable.

There's a sudden bang on his apartment door. He groans and drags his feet to the door, when he opens it, he sees your enraged face.

"Why the hell are you not answering my calls and messages?!"

You shouted at him. Tsukishima takes a step back, surprised by your sudden appearance. You jabbed a finger at his chest.

"I've been worried sick about you! I thought something bad happened to my boyfriend!"

"Stop yelling, you're disturbing the neighbors"

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on!"

You placed your hands on your hips and glared at him. Tsukishima holds back a groan and runs a hand down his face, he shuts the door behind you as he tries to lie about everything he's been through.

"I was sick and I didn't want to disturb you"

"You could've sent me a quick text then I would've understood. Ghosting me all of a sudden is so immature of you"

"I understand, I'm sorry"

You exhaled as you both sat on his bed, you crawled behind him to give him a loving embrace. Tsukishima could feel his heart racing at the tender act.

"I want to know if something's bothering you, Kei. I want you to be honest with me please"

You said quietly. Guilt floods his heart as Tsukishima debates whether to admit the truth. He didn't want to make you feel bad so he decided to be a man and tell you everything. He expected you to make fun of him or look at him differently but instead, you accepted him with open arms.

"Kei, baby, you're not unlovable"

"Oh please [Name], I'm a fucking jerk"

"And that's why I love you"

"Can you stop lying, [Name]?"

"I'm not lying!"

You huffed from behind him, glaring at him through the mirror before his bed. You wanted to knock some sense out of your giant boyfriend and show him how lovable he was. Tsukishima sees you smiling through the mirror as your hands grab the zipper of his pants.

"Oi [Name]! What the hell are you doing?!"

Tsukishima wants to deny it. To deny how fucking good it felt when your hand wrapped around his cock. He goes hard immediately when you stroke him a few times. You bite your lip as you played with his slit, earning a groan from him.

"[Name], ah fuck!"

You went to grab his ballsack and massage it. The pleasure erupts all over his body. When he stares forward, he sees his wrecked expression in the mirror. His blonde hair was disheveled, his glasses sliding down his nose bridge, and his pants sliding down his thighs to his ankles.

"Look at yourself Kei, god you look so fucking hot"

"Shit! Oh fuck, [Name]"

Tsukishima lets out a breathless moan. When your hand returns to his dick as you start to pump him at a fast pace, he opens his mouth and lets out a high-pitched moan.

"Oh, you like that, babe?"

"[Name], please"

"I need you to stop thinking you're unlovable because you are not"

Your pace slows down. Tsukishima meets your gaze in the mirror with your hand softly stroking his cock, his face goes red.

"Kei, I know you're handsome and smart but you're considerate too"

"You're not some heartless jerk, I see how you show that you care"

"You make efforts for me, you make me happy and it pains me to know you think you're not special because you are to me"

Your pace around his length quickens and he gasps, taking in your words and accepting them in his heart.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Kei. My sweet, smart, and hot boyfriend"

"Shit, [Name]! I'm going to cum!"

"Cum for me Kei"

You commanded and he met his orgasm in a shocking wave. The electrifying pleasure shoots all over his body that he momentarily loses his breath while his cum coats your hand. As the high subsides, Tsukishima blinks at you through the mirror.

"Don't you feel better now, Kei?"

You sweetly asked and suddenly he grew shy, avoiding your eyes with a tinge of pink on his cheeks. For a huge man, he sure is adorable. You giggled and kissed him on the cheek, and the blonde sighed.

"Thank you, [Name]"

"Aw, you're welcome baby"

"How about I return the favor, I want you to be good and take your clothes off now"

It was your turn to blush as you stuttered, Tsukishima looked at you with his eyes clouded with desire. You knew better so you obeyed him and got naked as he sweetly returned the favor.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[shoutosbaeby]

Gojo x reader because I miss him

- “Love is the most twisted curse of all.”

“Where have you been, Satoru?” You huffed when your boyfriend finally came home after leaving for work unannounced.

“Aww, were you worried about me?” He chirped.

You loved him, but god this was man the most annoying person on earth.

“Seriously?! You can’t just leave like that.” You crossed your arms and glared at him as he walked into the apartment, putting his shoes aside and stripping off his jacket.

“I just went to take care of a curse. No big deal.” He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it a bit before walking up to you with an insufferable grin. “It’s so cute that you were worried about me.”

“Please don’t test me right now.”

Just as you thought he was going to tease you, Satoru pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before walking into your shared bedroom without another word.

That might have just been the weirdest thing. Something was wrong.

“Hey!” You called after him, following him into the bedroom. “Satoru?!”

“Yes?” He replied cheerfully. But his voice was strained, he sounded tired.

“Come on. Talk to me.” You sat on the edge of the bed, eyes softening.

Satoru took off his blindfold and rubbed his eyes, revealing the orbs of shallow ocean water and sunlight. He wasn’t the type of man to talk about his emotions so easily. His entire life, he had to make sure he wasn’t weak. It was difficult for someone like that to be vulnerable.

The only person other than you who he had dropped his guard around had faded away. After Geto Suguru’s death, Satoru had never been the same again.

“Sit.” You patted to the space next to you and he waited a few moments before sighing and burying his face into your neck. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“…No.”

“Okay.” You said softly and kissed his hair. “I’m here. Don’t worry.”

Gojo Satoru was the strongest. The best. The world saw him with fear and admiration. He was like a god. But right now, buried in your arms, he was just a man. A human. Someone with feelings and troubles just like any other person. You ran your fingers through his hair soothingly, holding him tightly to your chest.

To you, he was not a god. He was just Satoru.

“You know I love you, right?” You murmured into his hair. “I’ll always be here when you need me.”

You felt his grip tighten on you, hugging you closer to him and sighing into the crook of your neck.

“I love you too. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything.”

Gojo Satoru, the strongest, knew he would be nothing without the love of his life by his side. What would he be without you? He didn’t even want to imagine.

“Do you want to make noodles and watch mean girls?” You asked softly and he raised his head with a grin.

“I’m always down for that.”

“And then after you talk through the entire movie, you can tell me what happened.”

“Okay.” He exhaled. “But only if you let me talk through the entire movie.”

“When do I not?”

“I dunno, like all the time?! You’re always preventing me from really getting to my strongest point, you know? Horrible partner, seriously.”

You scoffed as he pinched your cheek, a soft flush dusting your face. He smiled, a genuine smile. At the sight of his eyes crinkling and the dimple on his cheek making an appearance, youd heart swelled.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He leaned in and kissed you softly.

<3

I’m sorry if this was short 😭😭 I wrote this to try and get rid of my writer’s block, and also because I miss my glorious blue eyed king. I hope you enjoyed it!!

[belleshub]

prompt 4

yanking them by their..

satoru g. — ear.

it may sound weird at first. satoru never lets anyone touch him. the strongest. he can’t be touched by his usual means of infinity.

so why did he let you do so? it’s a conundrum to him as well. why does he touch you, put on his flawed personality for display and be so vulnerable? because as much as he’d want to deny, he loves you.

he loves you so much, to the point where he in fact invited you to go shopping with him! sure, he probably would’ve done it with himself or someone else if you were to decline, but you didn’t.

that’s what matters.

youre glossing through the crowded mall, turning a head at anything that catches your eye - and that’s when you see it.

the perfect outfit, clad on the stores front mannequin. you’re just hoping and..

“that kid there has a digimon card—“

“you are such a nerd.” you throw your head back with a exasperated groan, fingers pitching the lobe of warm hearing vessels.

“cmonn, you’re not even buying anything.”

he whined. he knew very well that he was giving you an inch.

and you knew too.

immature, much?

“I was literally just looking at somethin’, what are you on about?” you bark back.

“okay, but like, I didn’t..”

“do you even know what you’re trying to argue about?” you furrow a brow.

“can’t you mentally bookmark it?”

“…” you two shortly find your way over to a gamestop. an embarrassing scene.

suguru g. — hair

more often than not, suguru doesn’t like when other people touch his hair. he meticulously grooms it, and takes care of it to the fullest. and if someone were to touch it - they’d have to be on the list of people he can tolerate. like his parents, or maybe shoko and gojo.. and without a doubt, you.

how could he not? suguru any touch of yours to be a grounding anchor to the reality he sometimes can’t even process himself. you’re his safe space. and he means it in every definition his brain could fathom.

and with you, it’s the same. you two were simply hanging out after school, and with how sassy he was - you two were prone to indulge in some banter.

sitting on some bench next to some convenience store, you chow down on some chips - him, observe the general public. it was one of those moments where, there isn’t exactly a set plan for the day - but rather more of a reprieve from your usual treacherous schedule.

so in short, you were just.. chilling.

while you were relaxing, you rant to him about your latest fixation, and then.. he gets a text message! from.. who?

“are you listening?” you lean forward, squinting as you tried to look at his screen.

“no, yeah..” he replies monotonously. you didn’t like that.

“I dare you to recount what I just said within three sentences—“

“I think satoru set me up, that snarky bastard.” his eye twitched as he tightened his grip on the flip phone. was he gonna break it?

“dude, relax, maybe he’s like.. I dunno..”

then you pause when you read the message.

“who the hell is misaki sato? and why does she have your number?”

“I told you, satoru set me up, I don’t know that girl!” he frowned, and you gently grab a tuff of hair, tugging just enough so you don’t place tension on his oh so tender scalp.

“oh shit! I think I know her!” your eyes widen, an accomplished smile gracing your features.

“was pulling my hair necessary?”

“shut up.”

yuji i. — arm.

you two were relaxing after just exiting from the movie theater. yuji just convinced you to watch a boring, dramatic and theatrical slasher. given that you genuinely had no other pastime, you took him up on his offer.

rookie mistake on his end, because for you, your knack for unconventional garbs was going to be the death of him.

“oh my god, oh my— yuji!” you exclaim. “it’s a flash sale, you know how much I love this stores stuff.”

“are you gonna even use half of the things in there?” he said sheepishly - until he saw merchandise. merchandise of his favorite movie!

“oh..it’s..its!”

you give him a side glance.

“oh, human centipede…”

“that’s like an entirely different thing!” he complains, and you simply push his back and your hand lands on his arm. circling around it, you pull him forth.

“my bad, that weird murder shit you like..” you correct yourself. awkwardly.

“it’s not weird!”

megumi f. — collar.

to be frank, megumi wasn’t to chatty type. he was more for the tiny things, the things that made it matter.

acts of service. that his niche. so.. why was he here.. crafting all these.. origami gifts.. why? because he wanted to surprise you. particularly because you just passed exams. he’s been routing for you, studying.. buying your energizers..

yuji brought up the idea, and megumi decided to entertain it. for once.

he presses the youtube video back, navy eyes narrowing further as he scrutinized the screen just one more time.

pink hair blurs his vision, and immediately, he’s over it again.

“maybe we should ask nobara. she’s a girl, she probably knows a lot about—“ yuji fell short of his exclaimation as megumi pressed him off to the side. he may or may not subtly have elbowed him in his side as well.

“I think I know my girlfriend, yuji..” he rolled his eyes, maybe at this point, he should give up. but if it’s one of your favorite..

clink.

the noise of a door unlocking throughout the dorm room sounds, and megumi feels like his soul has been snatched. hastily, he slams it close.

yuji, on the other hand, turned to the side, front obscuring the accumulated supplies in the front of them.

“ohh, heyy! we didn’t know you were..coming so soon?”

with your arrival, you don’t exhaust haste to trot your way over to megumi.

“the air in here doesn’t feel right.” you say.

“what the hell is that even supposed to mean?” yuji barked, hurriedly pushing the papers under the bed.

“I meant what I said! you guys are doing somethin’, and it’s suspicious! why else would yuji be in here?”

“I mean, he’s not always an unwanted presence..” megumi looks off to the side, a snicker escaping his lips.

“are you insinuating there has been times where I was a unwanted presence?” his friend yells, jaw hung low in appall.

you tsk, and pull his collar, trying to see what was behind him.

he didn’t seem.. particularly bothered by your proximity.

“now, what exactly are you guys try’na do?”

[soapssuds]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 17 | then what is special

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

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"Thank you so much!"

Y/n was as giddy as ever as she held the necklace in her hands before turning to Sukuna with the brightest eyes she could muster, "help me put it on?!"

"If you will stop squirming," he grumbled.

It was her birthday. Anyone who fell under Sukuna's domain knows that, and as such, it will be considered a holiday worth celebrating.

"It's so pretty!!!"

She kept admiring the jewelry in the mirror when Sukuna finally clasped the necklace around her neck.

She kept looking at Sukuna for his approval. And he could only smirk in return. He was the one who picked it out, after all.

"Thank you so much, Sukuna!"

For y/n, she never imagined that she would be thankful to the king of curses, but apparently she was in her past life. She desperately wants to talk to someone about it. But she could never bring up her worries to anyone. Not even to the strongest. Though, she was thankful that he was walking with her now...

The night breeze felt good against his face as he walked next to you, but, truth be told, he couldn’t focus on the how peaceful the walk was or on anything else for that matter. All he could think about was you. Usually he would still be at the school, or he would be on a mission, his time seemingly dedicated to the jujutsu world as a whole. And yet, he couldn’t help but to carve out a piece (a large chunk) of his time for you.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

She was smiling up at him as she easily kept in stride (though, he was purposefully walking slower for her).

“For inviting me out, of course! That office was getting way too stuffy for me.”

She couldn’t deny the way her cheeks started to warm, how her heart felt incredibly full and the way it started to beat just a tad bit faster.

“I- I’m glad.”

“Really?”

She nodded, “you’re the strongest…everyone relies on you. And… I guess…I… I wanted you to rely on me too,, so you wouldn’t feel like you had to do everything on your own,” she spoke slow as she tried to find the right words. Her mouth moving on its own as she couldn’t stop herself from saying what she truly felt, “I mean, I’m not saying you couldn’t handle it, I just- well, you know, I wanted you to know that someone cares and that-,” she started to babble. Her words picking up in pace. And, god, she knew she was rambling, but she wanted to get her point across without him misunderstanding anything.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“You’re so cute.”

When she had looked up at him, her eyes widened when he had clasped both of her cheeks in his hands, his fingers lightly squeezing them together as she brought her hands up ro grip at his wrists, “Gsojsho.”

He laughed when she tried to say his name between her smushed lips. His eyes shining at the thought when he had done this to her in one of their past lives together. She whined out his name again and even tried to hit him in the stomach, but her weak hits didn’t even phase him when he finally let go of her cheeks, “alright, alright. I’ll leave you alone. So let’s get to your place, ok? It’s already late.”

She rubbed her cheeks, they were already starting to feel sore with how roughly he was pulling at them. (He actually wasn’t pulling all that hard, she’s just sensitive.) And soon enough, the walk to her apartment was short lived, but at least it wasn’t awkward. Gojo was good at keeping up small talk and she was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. She was glad.

“You want to come in, right? And maybe have a drink?”

And that was how her night was spent. Gojo was sitting on her couch and she was sitting next to him as the TV played some random movie and the two of them talked endlessly about anything and everything. Until the past lives topic came up.

“So, do you really believe this past life business?”

Gojo asked the question so simply as he looked at her, and she shrugged, “a little. It would explain so much but I am also a little scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Well, just how many lives did I live? Was I always alone?”

“You said that you thought I was there.”

“Yeah, I think it was you, I also think we were together…”

“How many lives do you think you lived?”

“Too many to count. Though, sometimes I feel like it's just one continuous life with multiple endings."

“Do you think we were together in all of them,” Gojo asked, his tone was a bit hopeful.

He could see how she reddened at his words before she calmed herself down. Her fingers lightly playing with the hm of her shirt, her eyes not being able to meet his own (he had taken off his blindfold when he sat down on her couch).

“No…”

He tilted his head to the side. He was acting curious, nonchalant even, but his heart was running rampant. His mind was a mess. He couldn’t deny how jittery he was. Did she not want to be with him in every single life she had?

“No, because then what would make this life special?”

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[xinmin-exe]

Man I Am - Simon "Ghost" Riley

WARNINGS - creeps, swearing, threats of violence, alcohol, female reader, bad flirting, age gap (reader is early 20s, Simon is mid 30s), slightly tipsy reader (only unbalanced, nothing more), poorly written bar scenes, not proof read, Simon is probably OOC

Word count: 1301

I was, in fact, listening to "Man I Am" from the Barbie Movie while writing this

You had just turned 21 a couple months go and you and your friends wanted to go get drunk to celebrate passing a chemistry test. Your professor was an asshole who had one of the worst 'Rate my Professors' score you've ever seen. But you and your friends were somehow passing his class with a B+ so you felt like you earned a night of partying.

The night started out great. A couple rounds of shots, slow sipping on a drink and some dancing. It was wonderful. Until, this guy comes up with a couple of his friends and they are clearly drunk. They ask you and your friends to dance. While some of your friends are drunk enough to indulge the men, some aren't and politely decline their offer. You were sipping on a Long Island Iced Tea and you were getting tipsy but you held your alcohol well. But this one guy was just not taking "no" for an answer.

"C'mon baby, just one dance," the guy said while trying to put his hand on your waist. A poor attempt to pull you to him. You easily pushed his hand off and firmly said "No, I do not want to dance, now leave me alone." he huffed and walked away, but he kept staring at you. Like he was a predator, but in a bad way. You could feel his eyes on you and leaned over to your friends, saying that you guys should change bars because the vibes were off. Some of them wanted to stay, but some agreed that the vibes were off. So you made everyone who was staying share their locations with the others before telling them to be safe.

You and two other friends left the bar and opted to go to the one across the street. When you got into the new bar, you immediately felt so much better. You and your friends got some weaker drinks and went to go dance. Something that caught your eye was the group of men in the corner.

They all seemed like pure muscle and way out of your league. Based on the ones you could see clearly, they were all at least in their mid-30s. You kept glancing over at the one in the skull mask, but kept your glances quick. You guessed he was twice your age and kept dancing with your friends. Swaying and jumping around to the various pop artists on the speakers. But two things were unknown to you: 1. the man in the skull mask had noticed you as well. He was just as intrigued in you as you are in him, and 2. the creep from the last bar had followed you here.

Once the current song was over you heard "Man I Am" from the Barbie Movie come on and you nearly screamed in excitement. You and your friends wanted a round of shots so you offered to go get them. You walked up to the bar and patiently waited your turn.

"I'll be right with you!" the bartender said to you as she moved to make two beers for another person. While you waited you could feel someone standing too close behind you. You turned around to ask the person to backup a little but you let out a gasp instead. "Hi there sweetheart, why'd you leave me?" the creep asked as he grabbed your wrist. "I was just heartbroken," he said as his grip tightened.

"Please just leave me alone!" You shouted at him but he didn't budge. "alright love, what can I get for you?" the bartender asked. She took one look at you and the creep and somehow knew something was up. "A shot of the strongest you got," the creep said while keeping his eyes on you. You turned to the bartender with scared eyes and she knew.

"Can I see some I.D?" She asked him, He glared at her as he released your wrist, but shoved his knee in between your legs. He handed her his I.D and she began inspecting it. The creep groaned and yelled at her to hurry up. She told him she needed her manager to check his I.D because she thought it was a fake. She promised it would only take a moment and left. The creep turned back to you and his eyes began to trail your body and it made your skin crawl. He leaned in to smell you and you turned your head to the side in disgust and fear.

What you didn't see was that the group of men had taken notice of this whole interaction. The one with the skull mask decided he was done seeing you being harassed by some dick-less wonder. He set his drink down and stalked over to you. You heard one of his friends, with a heavy Scottish accent tell him to "go easy on the lad!" You couldn't help but look at him when you saw him walking your way.

Thankfully the creep hadn't noticed and suddenly, there was a 6'4 man made of pure muscle standing behind him.

"Let her go," the masked man's voice was low but it was commanding. The creep turned around and scoffed. "Who the hell are you?" the creep asked, but the masked man didn't answer. "Let her go and leave, before me and my mates throw you out," he threatened. The creep looked over to the direction of the other men and laughed, out loud in his face. "Grandpa, stay out of this before you get hurt," the creep told him casually before trying to turn his back.

But the masked man grabbed his forearm and twisted it behind his back. "I said to leave, so leave, before you get hurt." By now, the bartender and her manager had returned with the bouncers.

"Do we have a problem here gentlemen?" The manager asked, mainly looking at the creep. "No problem sir," the masked man let go of his arm and the creep let out a heavy breath. "Right?" He stared into the creep's soul and the creep nodded. "Right.. I was just leaving.." He said before stumbling his way out.

The masked man looked at you. He was silent before speaking. "You okay?" All you could do was nod as you felt intimidated by him. He stayed near you while the manager talked to you to ensure your safety and what they could do to help. The Manager had a printed out photo of the creep's I.D and stapled it to the wall of customers to throw out of the bar if they came back. The masked man offered to buy you a drink which you politely declined. He nodded and asked to at least let him walk with you back to your friend group. This you accepted; you were scared and frankly having him near you made you feel better.

Your friends rushed to you with worry as they began asking you if you were alright. They had all seen what had occurred after you were gone for a little too long for their liking. They elbowed you as they glanced at the masked man who escorted you back. You ignored their snickers and smirks as you turned to address the man.

"Thank you! I appreciated you rescuing me back there," You told him with a kind smile. His mask covered his face, but you could see the smile lines near his eyes. "You're welcome," he said to you. He turned to leave but before he did, he pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it before handing it to you and walking back to his group of friends.

It read "in case you need saving again, Ghost" with his number.

[unpopularwriter25]

Unmasking Desire

Summary: In the cozy confines of their Friday night movie marathon, Y/N discovers a startling truth about her friend Charlie Walker: he is the infamous Ghostface.

Warnings: None

Note: Listen, listen, some of y'all may think this is weird but I don't care. I know for a fact this man smells incredible. 😩

The soft glow of the television flickered in the dimly lit room as the credits of their latest horror flick rolled up the screen. The cozy atmosphere of Charlie Walker's living room contrasted sharply with the dark and suspenseful scenes they had just witnessed. It was their regular Friday night tradition: a movie marathon, complete with popcorn, blankets, and a wide selection of slasher films. The scent of buttered popcorn still lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of Charlie's cologne, a mix of something musky and spicy that Y/N couldn't quite place but found oddly intoxicating.

Y/N shifted slightly on the couch, glancing at Charlie as he leaned over to grab another handful of popcorn. The way his scent wafted towards her made her heart skip a beat. She had encountered Ghostface once, a brief and almost surreal encounter that left most people terrified, but not her. Instead, she was strangely drawn to the dark, almost forbidden allure of that encounter, and part of it was the scent she now recognized as Charlie's.

Charlie settled back into his spot, his eyes still fixed on the television. "You good for another movie?" he asked, his voice casual and unassuming.

"Yeah, sure," Y/N replied, though her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't shake the feeling, the need to confirm what her senses were telling her. She took a deep breath, her eyes darting to Charlie's neck, where his cologne seemed strongest.

Before she could second-guess herself, Y/N moved, climbing into Charlie's lap, straddling him. The sudden motion caught him off guard, and he looked up at her, surprised. "Uh, Y/N, what are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Y/N leaned in, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. The warmth of his skin against her cheek sent a shiver down her spine. She breathed in deeply, the scent overwhelming her senses. Yes, it was the same scent. Her suspicions were confirmed.

Charlie tensed for a moment, his hands hovering awkwardly before settling on her hips. "Y/N...?"

"Shh," she murmured, pressing closer. "It's you."

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "What's me?"

Y/N pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes. "Ghostface. It's your scent. I knew it was familiar."

Charlie’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and confusion flashing across his face. "You... you know?"

She nodded, a small, almost satisfied smile playing on her lips. "I know. And I'm not afraid."

His grip on her hips tightened slightly, his breathing growing more ragged. "You're... not?"

"No," she whispered, leaning in again, her lips brushing against his ear. "I'm not afraid. I'm intrigued. I need more."

Charlie’s heart pounded in his chest, the reality of the situation settling in. The girl he had secretly admired, the girl he had hidden his darkest secret from, was now sitting in his lap, accepting the truth without fear. The room seemed to shrink around them, the only thing that mattered was the heat of their bodies and the intoxicating mix of their scents.

"I didn't want you to find out like this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But now that you have..."

Y/N pulled back, cupping his face in her hands. "Now that I have, what?"

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "Now that you have, I don't want to hide anymore."

Their lips met in a searing kiss, the tension and unspoken desires finally breaking free. The scent of his cologne, mixed with the lingering aroma of popcorn and the faint remnants of fear from their earlier encounter, created a heady mix that left them both breathless.

[torpedopickle]

Transformers One review. Warning: long

(Mild spoilers, detailed analysis of characters tho)

I've been waiting for this movie for years. Transformers is one of my all time-favorite franchises, but honestly it has rarely treated me right, especially in regards to movies. I've enjoyed some of them, even loved a couple, but this really is the first time where I feel like I can genuinely say that we've had a capital G Great Transformers movie. So much so that I've had to knock some points off my older reviews simply because I can't pretend like they're worthy of the same score as this movie.

Where to even begin honestly. The beautiful score by Brian Tyler, the rather great animation and excellent technical work with rigging and detailing the machines and characters, the stellar set pieces and imaginative action choreography, the jokes (which don't always land but land more often than not), and the captivating performances from namely Henry and Hemsworth. The world-building is effortless and expansive, with so many little details that work so neatly together, like trains and roads being able to adjust their path to adapt to the ever-changing environment of Cybertron's surface. This is absolutely one of the most well realized depictions of Cybertron, especially when it comes to the societal hierarchies that the characters find themselves in and how this sets up the eventual falling out between the two amazing leads.

Some might find D-16/Megatron's heel-turn to be on the sudden side, but I'd say that's more a matter of the film not always helping you notice that he's changing, rather than the change not being natural, because in my opinion it is expertly done.

It's extremely high praise for me to say that I was invested in the falling out between D and Orion, because this is a prequel, not to mention a retelling that utilizes several little bits of prior transformers stories. So the fact that they were able to make their development feel gripping, tragic, enticing, and unavoidable all at once is genuinely incredible, given I knew going in how things would turn out. Of course we know Megatron is gonna become evil in the end, but the road he takes there is so fascinating and serves as a good example of how sometimes, a predictable plot is actually a positive trait, showing that the writers effectively communicated their ideas to you as you piece together how the paths characters are set on will lead them to an inevitable clash that you can't wait to see unfold.

Megatron's radicalization worked so well to me because they make it clear early on that the foundations for his mental stability are rather shaky from the start. He's built his entire identity on this idea that if he stays in his lane, follows the rules, works hard, and trusts in his superiors, he'll be rewarded and allowed to continue living comfortably, even if his circumstances allow for limited options. He's naively grateful to the people on top of the hierarchy, blindly trusting that they want the best for him. Because naturally the system has to be fair. Because if it's not fair, and those above him have been lying to him, then he'll have nothing, because carving out an existence *inside* the system they built was his everything. His entire identity is founded on the idea that this is the best life accessible to him, and that's just the way of things, and that it's no one's fault.

So of course when it turns out to actually be someone's fault, things crumble very quickly. The system failed him, he's learned that there's no way for him to earn what he's owed within the system. And if he can't earn it within the system, then the only thing he has left is his strength and ability to take it by force. And as we know, he idolizes Megatronus Prime, known for being the strongest of his siblings. Which serves as a nice hint to what D values early on as he later needs something to cling to as his reality unravels.

While Megatron was by far the most fascinating character to me, Optimus was also captivating. Orion immediately contrasts D-16 in some big ways. Namely that he isn't quite satisfied with his place in the hierarchy. What forms the foundation for D-16's subsequent fall into despair and rage is the fact that he tried to build his entire identity on the rather rickety foundation of the system, convincing himself that this is the only place where he'd be happy. But Orion from the get-go very clearly believes there's more to life than what the system has outlined for them. So when the system is revealed to have failed both Orion and D, Orion handles it a lot better, because it doesn't shatter his identity like it does with D, it just solidifies and further encourages his existing desires.

The contrast with D also flips in a really thrilling way, with Orion initially being the risk-taker, causing D a lot of grief as he fears Orion might jeopardize the progress D has made in scaling the societal ranks by following the rules. Although once all that falls apart for D, he now becomes the risk-taker, as he's nothing left to lose, and everything to gain, while Orion is left to watch in horror as his best friend is radicalized bit by bit (not helped at all by encountering a raving gang of might-makes-right hooligans who provide extremely negative affirmation).

Their ultimate falling-out feels gut-wrenching when it finally comes to pass, and I'm just so happy that it wasn't an accident, a misunderstanding, or the tampering of a corrupting influence or higher power. These two brothers simply do not have compatible worldviews by the end of the film. The ways they respond to the same traumas in different ways is remarkable, and is a gold standard for character writing.

The other characters were quite fun too, while shallow, Sentinel Prime "Hamms" it up (hehe) and makes for a very fun character to hate. Elita-1 serves to nicely compliment the broader themes of classism and exploitation, and rounds out the cast very well, although doesn't have as much meat as the leads. Bumblebee's addition is in my opinion for the better, although I know many who would disagree, and to each their own. I just can't help but find it adorable how he excitedly imprints on the first people he meets after most likely going insane in what's essentially solitary confinement.

The only real point of criticism I'd be able to muster would be that Sentinel Prime is mostly just the linchpin for the other characters' arcs rather than being a truly rounded character in his own right. And I didn't find all the jokes funny, but honestly, that's a me-thing. Most of the jokes in the film were in my opinion well written even if I didn't chuckle. Many of them are jokes you can also only do in a transformers story such as the transformation mishaps, or are otherwise complimented by the setting, such as Bumblebee's imaginary friend Steve, who's name would ordinarily be a joke about it being a basic name, but in this alien setting is actually rather exotic, which does elevate the joke from being lazy, to at the very least being inspired.

Overall this really is a fantastic movie. After the first trailer I was honestly prepared for the standard Transformers experience. At best I was hoping for it to be like the solo Bumblebee film where it has some strong highs and character writing but overall flawed. But no, this is just an all-round great film, dripping with passion and talent in near every aspect. I can't recommend it more, and I'll likely make this movie an integral part of my personality forever, as if I wasn't insufferable enough about Transformers already.

[sunshowne]

can i stand in your light, just for a while?

gojo satoru x gn reader || 1.5k || ao3

summary: pancakes pair well with facing feelings surrounding the best friend who left you and the best friend you're in love with. warnings: hidden inventory/jjk s2 spoilers, littol bit of angst note: it's me the sunshown from ao3... tumblr time

You wake up to a plastic bag heavy on your chest and the heady smell of honey.

Then it’s Tsumiki’s laughter, bright and filling up the apartment. The slight feeling of discomposure ends there; last night was movie night, and it ran late enough that the last train had left for the night. You slept on the couch. One of the kids got you a blanket at some point.

You’re expecting to see Tsumiki and Megumi sat at the kitchen island - quietly eating breakfast together and waiting on a gentle chiding for leaving the house to get breakfast without waking you - when you carefully sit up, bag moving to your lap, and see an empty kitchen. You blink. Two hands slip over your eyes.

It’s a reflex to grab at the wrist, grip not too tight, but you know who it is even before he leans in and presses you up against his front. Any person with a hint of cursed energy would be able to feel Gojo Satoru from a mile away, but you have the added help of the familiarity of his hands, the scent of his body wash. For better or for worse.

“Shoko?” You make your voice as hopeful as you can muster.

You can all but see Satoru’s scowl. As punishment, he lets go of you in favor of folding over you like his bones have been turned viscous.

“Good morning,” your voice quiets, and Satoru presses his nose against your temple. “How long have you been here?”

“Since five in the morning. Someone had to make sure you were still alive.”

You crane your neck a little to look him in the eye, and his hands hook together over your shoulders. It’s hard to look serious with sleep still in your eyes. “I told Yaga-sensei that I was spending the night at the apartment.”

“You didn’t tell me.”

There’s something in his voice that he won’t say but you can hear, and it hits you with a wave of guilt. The past year has been hard. And maybe it’s a little unfair of you to take a night off from it all to watch Whisper of the Heart with the kids.

(Someone has to, though, you remind yourself. Satoru doesn’t mean to guilt trip. You’re just prone to it.)

You realize that the thing you hear in Satoru’s voice is worry. It’s very rare to make one of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers worried, and yet.

Satoru snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Stop thinking. I got you pancakes.”

You gently push him off of you, stand up. It’s then that you see the kotatsu set up behind you, where both Megumi and Tsumiki sit with their breakfast and bed head. Tsumiki gratefully accepts your morning hug and Megumi takes it with a little more apprehension, but still looks pleased when you pick the spot next to him. Satoru’s making you a plate, which surprises you a little; the feeling abates when you see him move one of your pancakes to his empty plate.

“Hey,” he says once you’ve settled, voice a little petulant, and prods his cheek. It’s a weird place to have food, especially considering you haven’t started eating, but you swipe your thumb across your cheekbone nonetheless. There’s nothing there.

“What?”

Satoru pouts. You frown. Tsumiki giggles, and it hits you.

“You’re not getting a kiss, Satoru.”

“Awh. Why?”

His question cuts you off halfway through cutting a slice of pancake. It’s stupid that he even needs to ask, so in response, you look at Megumi and Tsumiki before turning back to Satoru.

“You’re too modest.”

The other day, Satoru had told you that Megumi and Tsumiki’s affinity for you makes him feel bullied. You’d half-heartedly assured him that that wasn't the case, but now you’re thinking otherwise with the speed that Megumi retorts with, “You’re too clingy.”

“You’re too rude.”

You make eye contact with Tsumiki from across the kotatsu. She shoves a spoonful of rice in her mouth to muffle a laugh. The verbal sparring ends a few minutes later when Satoru calls Megumi stinky and doesn’t get dignified with a response. Breakfast goes on in amicable silence.

You’re moving through the day in your head as you finish eating, and carry your plate into the kitchen. Megumi and Tsumiki pad behind you not soon after, dutifully putting their dishes by the sink and retreating to the couch to see what’s on the television. You start on the dishes. Maybe someone will go grocery shopping with you when you’re done.

Satoru is silent when he enters the room, but you can feel him. First it’s him, and then it’s his arms, looping around your waist, tucking him into your body. This isn’t unusual - Megumi was kind in calling him clingy - but there’s still something in how he hides in you, wants to kiss in front of the kids, gets you breakfast at five A.M. because you hadn’t told him you were spending the night at the apartment.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. About waking up one morning and Satoru being gone. About seeing him after coming back from a mission, smiling and holding you by a public telephone. About his eyes, forever ingrained in the forefront of your mind, right beside Suguru’s. It would hurt more than his leaving did. The thought makes you feel a little awful.

“Look at me.”

You had stopped washing the dishes. Satoru’s voice is clear, a little quiet. Your hands are soapy but you turn around anyways, so that the edge of the counter digs uncomfortably into your backside.

Satoru’s eyes are piercing. They always are, but right now they’re reading your mind. It’s scary and raw and makes you vulnerable all over but you let him, rest your forearms on his shoulders and let your hands drip onto his back and soothe his worries with drying fingers brushing over his temple and fixing his hair and rubbing circles into the base of his neck - it’s okay I’m here I’m here I’m here.

Satoru drops his head to your shoulder and you hold him. He’s leaning into you, enough that you’re bent a little backwards over the sink, but any acknowledgement of the discomfort fades when you feel Satoru’s shuddering breath into your skin, the way he shivers when you place a hand in his hair.

You don’t realize you’re crying until tears fall and spread on the back of Satoru’s shirt. He tenses, pulls away from you but keeps you close and swipes his thumbs under your eyes a little roughly.

“Don’t cry over him. He doesn’t deserve it.”

It’s easy to say, and a part of you deep down feels it violently. You’re angry and so, so sad. Suguru became someone you hate and some days, you miss him so much you can’t move. It’s messy. It’s conflicting. But you have Satoru and Shoko and Tsumiki and Megumi and Utahime and and and, which is so lucky in of itself.

Satoru wraps you up back into his cocoon. You let him without shedding another tear, and stay like that for a while. Days are like this, with ups and downs. They will be, for a while, with any hope. Jujutsu sorcerers are all but trained in repression, and if you can manage to do one thing, you want to undo some of that for The Strongest. Because here in your arms Satoru’s not that, he’s eighteen and your best friend and the person you love most. It speaks to your own emotional density that you can’t imagine a world in which you ever tell him that.

Instead, you settle. You urge Satoru away, gently, and don’t let him register what you’re doing before leaning in and kissing the space beneath his right eye. You’re not sure you have time to process it, either, but before you know it you’re pulling away and Satoru’s grabbing at you to bring you back in for another. His lips are on yours and all over you and this is what has been missing, this might not be what you need right now but it’s what you want more than anything, so you kiss him back and hold him tighter and let him push you further over the sink. It’s your first kiss, your second, third, fourth. He’s the air in your lungs, enough that you pull away eventually with a gasp.

His eyes are shining, so you grab his face and brush away unshed tears with the same ardent affection he did for you. It’s fruitless - you’re sure Satoru would die before crying in front of you - but right now you’re feeling everything and will touch him how you can.

Satoru places a hand on the back of your neck to pull you in, rest his forehead against yours. His thumb smoothes over your hair. He’s handsome beyond belief- not that you’d ever tell him.

“It’s you and me,” his voice is slow and sure, “and if you’re going to cry over someone it’s going to be me, okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, sort of a laugh, sort of a sob, “you and me.”

He kisses you again, then, the seal of a promise pressed into your lips. Leans into you as much as you lean into him.

For what feels like the first time in a while, you smile.

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thank you tagging me @weepycat !!! I remember first getting on tumblr and seeing these all the time and wanting to do them so bad but I was too shy. I hope ur doing well!!!

Last song: Misty Mauve by Tatsuro Yamashita. I found a clean rip on SoundCloud and it's been my one song I repeat on there so I avoid ads. I've memorized phonetically 85% of the song since spanish and Japanese have the same sounds. I've played this song for years now it's crazy but also it's so good I highly rec it

Favorite color: there's a specific shade of yellow orange that just really brightens my day like what a sunset looks like right before the sky turns to night. Between Mandarin peels and Neon orange climbing rope. Specifically when it's like the splash of color in an otherwise muted scene idk. I feel like my answer changes a lot tho

Currently watching: I guess the last thing I watched was Dandadan with a friend of mine, I saw the first episode and ended up reading the entire manga so it's likely going to be the series I keep up with. Very excited to see turbo granny soon

Currently reading: I just fixed up my nook and downloaded all of Brandon Sandersons stormlight archive books, I've just finished part 1 of his first book The Way of Kings. I'm reading since my friend really wanted me n other friends ti read it so she could start a book club so I'm reading it partly for her and partly because I haven't bitten into a fat fantasy book in a while and I know I'd like it. I was starting his other book mistborn but was told off and instructed to read the way of kings first so im doing that. I'm also reading the manga Gachuakuta as it comes out chapter by chapter with one of my close friends it's been really fun being able to follow a manga as it releases and the art style goes hard.

Last movie: took me a second but I think it was Doctor Sleep at a friend's movie night. I have not watched the shining. Which I feel adds to the experience in a sideways unique way. Rebecca Ferguson's hat in that movie is so funny. I liked it but it felt kinda insane. Like it could've been weirder but it had some shining Hollywood ropes to jump thru. Very fun otherwise very silly.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet I'm sorry to my spicy and savory lovers I'm right there with you but I've recently embraced and accepted I have a sweet tooth and it's been wonderful. I can still throw it down spicy style with only a little crying and savory is soooo close too but sweet. The grip honey in my tea has on me.

Relationship status: I'm dating someone rn 🫣 it's been about 2 months since our first date and it's been really nice🥰. It's been really helpful since in August I needed to get rid of a friend crush which is now back to being a good friendship and today I'm gonna introduce my date to a lot of friends so I'm half nervous half very excited for people to meet. Every day I thank God for Bi women. Bi4Bi baby

Current obsession: Competitive Pokémon TCG. It's truly taking over my life in a good way I love it so much. I want to get to worlds next year. I have like 4 decks rn and I'm making more. My strongest deck and most consistent(despite it being by nature an inconsistent deck) has been playing Lugia Archeops I love those two pokemon and I love how the deck plays. It's a joy to look at new cards and try and game theory new innovations or strategies against other met decks and I have been really good about not buying packs and gambling away money. I will buy singes and b happy. Please talk to me about this I will happily explain and help you get into it.

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Some things never change

Pairing: Rise!Leo x F!Reader

words: 753

A/N: Okay! So my new obsession! I swear ill go back to cod but I needed to get this out my system! I may or may not do more ROTTMNT content idk not sure yet! Alrighty hope to those that read this enjoy!!!

WARNING: POST-MOVIE SO MOVIE SPOILERS?? KIND OF?? NOT REALLY!!

"LEO!!" (Y/n) rushed over, wrapping the blue turtle in her embrace. Resting her head on his shoulder as she sobbed. "You IDIOT! Scaring me like that! Scaring everyone!" She gripped onto his plastron, tears rolling down her face. Leo slowly placed a hand on her head, softly caressing her scalp. "I thought I'd never see you again! Your generally crappy one-liners, your charming smile," she went on and on; the others stood behind staring fondly at the two. They all shared her sentiment.

Leo moved her to see her face, "Woah Woah, you saying you don't like my one-liners!" He cupped his hands around her face wiping fresh tears as they fell. "First of all, how dare you~" he cooed at her, "secondly... I'm sorry. Keeping you safe, keeping everyone safe was my first priority." He spoke in a serious yet sincere tone, flashing her his iconic grin. She couldn't be angry as much as she wanted to be, she was just scared. "If my sacrifice promised you a better life, I would in a heartbe-"

"A world without you Leon, god, I can't even imagine it!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting herself in the crook of his neck. "Leonardo, I think I speak for everyone that without you; life, the world would be incomplete." Leo's eyes open wide, hearing those words come from her mouth. The others nod as Leo's eyes scan the room; overwhelmed by emotion, his eyes well with tears. Casey Jones looked on seeing the two acting like this made him relieved. It made of think back to his times, times he would be up late seeing master Leonardo sitting alone on the lookout.

Especially after the death of Raph and Donnie, Master Leo looked at those wastelands with a cloud of fear. Nights were then joined by his wife, who always brewed him a fresh cup of tea. The two always talked till late into the night, and despite being in the apocalypse the two always laughed about something. She kept Master Leo looking forward, looking straight. In the hell he lived in, he never saw a man happier in his life.

Coming back to reality Casey sighed, "I'm glad some things never change." He smiled, not yet realizing how loud he said that.

"What doesn't change Casey!" Mikey leaned closer to Casey, staring up at him intently.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to say that so loud! It's nothing!" He laughed nervously; he pulled his mask down slowly. His face flushed red from embarrassment.

"No no, go on Casey. I'm deathly curious now!" Leo raised his brow, giving him a smirk. Casey rubbed the back of his neck, "let me guess! Me being the greatest and strongest ninja ever~"

"Leo!" The group laughed in unison as he shrugged. (Y/n) wiped tears from her eyes as she stared lovingly at Leo. "All that talk about it not being about you!"

"What can I say, old habits die hard~"

"Okay shut it, Leo, let him speak." Donatello pulled out a notepad and waited intensely, "the next thing he says could possibly expand my research into quantum time theories and the existence of multiple timelines!"

"It's nothing that important," Casey rubbed his shoulder, "It's just for those two, even despite future changing their care for each other hasn't. It's kind of a relief to me." Casey raised his mask again, his eyes down to the floor, "I even see why they got married in my time..."

"MARRIED!" The room went into chaos after Casey spoke these words. Mickey and Raph were gushing, April wasn't reacting that much but had an approving look. Donnie threw his notepad on the floor in a huff and Splinter well he was silent, eyes closed while nodding his head; who knows what happens in there... (Y/N) was a stuttering mess, Leo watched her in amusement and even teased her from time to time. In any case, Casey should have never said it.

"Some things really never change" he spoke quieter this time. No need for another freakout.

BONUS!!

Leo: See (y/n)! We were destined for each other!

Y/n: M-m-m-m-ma-ma...

Leo: oooohhhh a wedding in an apocalyptic time, that must have been fun! Butalsolikereallydepressing... did we go on a honeymoon?

Casey: You guys got married before I was born so idk...

Y/n: m-m *passes out momentarily*

Leo: oughhh boi, I think we genuinely lost her... oh she must be so happy she died~

All: LEO!

Leo: JOKING joking! Jesuss- she passes out when she gets super overwhelmed, she's fine!

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watching horror movies with Bianca belair and bianca getting scared?

Intense || Bianca Belair x Reader

Summary: You and Bianca watch a horror movie. She comes to the realisation that she does not enjoy those types of movies.

You and Bianca had decided to have a cozy night in, complete with snacks, blankets, and a horror movie marathon. It was your idea to watch the scariest films you could find, but you hadn't anticipated how much the genre would affect Bianca.

As the night settled in, you and Bianca sat on the couch, cuddled under a warm blanket, with a bowl of popcorn between you. The eerie opening credits of the horror movie you'd chosen began to roll, and Bianca gripped your hand tightly.

The first few minutes were relatively tame, but as the tension built on the screen, Bianca's grip on your hand grew even tighter. You couldn't help but sneak a glance at her. She was leaning closer to you, her wide eyes fixed on the TV, and her body tensed with each suspenseful moment.

You leaned over and whispered, "Hey, babe, are you okay?"

Bianca jumped at your voice, clearly startled by the unexpected interruption. She looked at you with a mix of fear and embarrassment, her heart racing.

You couldn't help but smile at her adorable reaction. "It's just a movie, Baby," you reassured her, trying to soothe her nerves.

Bianca nodded, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen as the horror on it intensified. You could feel her trembling, so you decided to take action.

Gently, you wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, offering her comfort and security. She relaxed into your embrace, her head resting against your chest. You could feel her racing heartbeat gradually slowing down as she felt safe in your arms.

"It's okay, B," you whispered softly, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "I'm right here with you."

Bianca let out a sigh of relief and nodded, finally tearing her gaze away from the TV. She looked up at you with a grateful smile. "Thanks, babe. I didn't expect this movie to get to me like that."

You chuckled and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "It happens to the best of us. This movie was pretty intense."

For the rest of the movie, you held Bianca close, occasionally offering words of comfort and reassurance whenever the scares on the screen became too much for her. And by the time the credits rolled, Bianca was no longer gripping your hand in fear; instead, she was holding it with a loving squeeze, grateful for your presence and comfort.

As you turned off the TV and prepared to head to bed, you couldn't help but smile. It had been an unexpected twist to your movie night, but it had also brought you closer to Bianca, proving that even the strongest of Superstars could be vulnerable in the face of a good horror flick.

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31 for 31 Day 7: Martin

Throwing it back to a George Romero cult classic, featuring some classic great visuals and unsettling characters.

Spoiler review under the cut.

When I caught wind of a Romero film I had never hear of or seen before, I was excited to put in on my list. And I'm glad I was able to experience it!

Martin is an interesting look at the psyche of a troubled, sexual criminal who does not have the strongest grip on himself or reality (regardless of whether or not he's actually a vampire.)

The film refuses to tell you exactly what Martin's "deal" is, though his grandfather is certainly convinced that vampires run in the family and that Martin is one of them.

While this is not something I've ever heard of in lore, the impact on Martin is palpable. He is in defiance of "magic", terrified of women unless they are asleep, and views himself as a troubled romantic (which is wonderfully conveyed in the movie via black and white cutaways to his view of the horrors he is committing.)

Part Richard Ramirez and part Richard Chase (wow, two Richards!), John Amplas' performance is fantastic as he truly makes you forget at points how awful of a person he is, highlighting the fragility at the center of many serial killers.

Overall, while I understand why this movie did not gain the same fame and attention as Romero's other films, it was a great and unsettling watch. 8/10 stars from me.

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Yknow what,, have some wholesome non villain au related hcs abt the Unova kids before I write the third chapter hahah

•Iris and Hilbert probs take turns holding the Champion title now tho fr, and at one point they decided to just share the title, w Iris telling him that Steven and Wallace shares Hoenn's Champion title too

-and hey, Hilbert was more than happy, he gets to share it w his bestie hahaha

-when challengers face the two of em it's such a quick fight, ofc having one of Unova's Hero and then Unova's Champion on the same team and they're the strongest trainers in the region wouldn't really reassure you that much

•they have lil picnic outings every month as suggested by Bianca, and ofc everyone should always be free on the day she planned the picnic or she'll be sad and they don't wanna see her sad

-Hilda had to constantly remind everyone of the things they had to bring, and has to be more specific when it's N's turn to bring the snacks cause the last time he was in charge of it, he only brought berries and water

•Cheren left his Samurrot, and even his entire team with N, as N didn't have his own team now, often just letting Reshiram stay w him per Hilbert's request

-ofc it took a while before Cheren really trusted him, but he also wants someone who knows how to take care of pkmn and can understand them to be the one to watch over his team

-N would always update him abt anything regarding his team, and often they'd visit him in Aspertia, hanging out in the gym, and sometimes N even joins the classes to listen

•look they're just really great friends okay they make me so ill and so soft like imagine them having movie nights, they watch a horror movie and everyone's fucking vibing

-Cheren and Hilbert acts all tough, trying to convince the others (just themselves really) that they aren't scared, but the slightest of sounds could make Hilbert scream, and he'd cling on to Cheren for dear life, scaring Cheren too

-Bianca gets scared easily, hiding behind her hands and asking if the scary part is over, she'd tell them that they should just watch smth else instead. She'd like, hold on tight to Iris' and/or Hilda's hand/s, but her grip is so tight tho that the two of em had to calm her down

-Iris and Hilda aren't bothered by it much, ofc Iris was so used to the movie nights w the other champions, and Hilda reads over the movie's plot before watching so she could anticipate the jumpscares or the scary bits

-N is honestly so confused most of the time, asking why that Pokémon was hurting that trainer, why are ghost Pokémon attacking them, etc, and Cheren had to tell him bc it's also a good distraction from the movie

•sleepovers tho,,,

-N and Iris not knowing what a sleepover is/wasn't invited to one since, and the Nuvema kids went all out, Bianca got all of em matching onesies fr

-N fucking loves the onesies, Bianca got him a Zoroark one, he wore it once when they went to the mall and Hilbert and Cheren were very insistent they don't know him

-but ough them just sharing secrets and such yknow, pillow fights, just having fun telling each other abt their day, them just sleeping so close to each other bc they're scared they'd suddenly disappear and they just mean so much to each other man jcmxndn