#where i go and dont go. who i choose to spend time with and who i dont

[eebie]

played DTI with the boss and i]t was really fun

[yesplsnothankyou]

I only come on tumblr when I'm at the very end of my rope and barely hanging on by a quickly disintegrating thread and I don't know what that tells you about me

[jimmyclueless]

Hello 👋 🤗,

I hope you are well 🌺.

I am writing to you with a heart full of hope and faith, asking for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them.

Please, could you reblog the post about my campaign on my account? Every share can make a difference in my family's life. 🙏

Note:My old Tumblr account was deactivated💔, and I need your support again♥️.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. 🌹🌺

hello!

i try to avoid any potentially stressful things on this blog, since i have nothing to donate and hate the guilt of being unable to help.

this is the link to the gofundme, and its been vetted plenty,by what i saw. im glad youre getting closer to your goal and wish you safety and fortune going forward.

[hon3y-y]

Roomie!sukuna doesn't even get horny for anyone other than you anymore. You have the wettest, nastiest pussy he's ever seen- and he deserves the best so nobody but you will do. You're fucking so many other fine men now that you dont even give him a second glance when he walks out the shower in just a towel to tease you. And oh, his temper when one of your hookups pick you up and you don't come home for the weekend. Or even worse, they stay for the weekend. Sukuna has never let a girl sleep over at the apartment but now there are two colognes in the bathroom, two pairs or men's shoes at the door, and he can almost never see you in the living room without some other man hanging off your side

read the other parts here! : part 1 part 2 part 4

he’s literally so embarrassingggg it’s not even funny. he’ll walk around and flex his muscles, smirk on his puffy lips as the water drips down his ripped torso. he stands outside your open door, you’re looking down at your phone deciding on whether to spend the night at choso’s or nanami’s (pick choso, nanami gets up at like 5 am 🙄), “showers empty..” sukuna basically purr’s, resting his arm on the doorway.

and you literally could not give less of a fuck💀

you just nod, mumbling a ‘thanks’ as you focus on putting both their names in a generator and letting that choose your fate for the night. let’s just say sukuna was extremely angry when a motorcycle pulls up and you just giggle and hop onto it, kissing the stupid leather clad boy while throwing on the custom bikers helmet choso had made for you. and to top it off, sukuna had to physically restrain himself from blowing up your phone on where the fuck you are??

messages;

ryo<3: didn’t see you this morning

you: i’m staying with choso for the weekend! sorry, should’ve told you last night:/

you: i also won’t be home after wednesday satoru is taking me to this festival! i’ll send pics😋

ryo<3: have fun 👍

omfg he’s losing it. he literally will spend the whole time in the gym, refusing to be in the empty apartment for longer than eight hours for sleep. he feels like there’s a cement brick in his chest when you’re whisked away by these men. but nothing is worse than when he stays over.

he being satoru.

it was becoming a huge issue. his longest “sleepover” was a week. a week where you weren’t even home for half of it. but sukuna was. he was there for all of it.

there was now a third toothbrush taking up countertop space in the bathroom, he would find satoru’s clothes in the wash (which would always somehow be in there whenever ryo specifically had to use it??), and gojo absolutely loved to make out with you everywhere but inside of your room and sukuna started to hated it. publicly claiming you in front of the guy who literally made it possible🙄 unbelievable.

let’s just say you take a break from bringing satoru over, doing your best to settle the tension at home. but sukuna couldn’t let it go, not when he stares at the stupid fucking blue electric toothbrush and knows that it’s only temporary.

at this point he didn’t even give a fuck about the other guys, you can keep them as long as he’s added onto your roster.

it’s been a while since the two of you had a movie night. something that used to, at the very least, happen once a month has been delayed due to your extra activities. the two of you relaxed into the couch, the movie was a random one you found choosing whatever looked the best by cover and for the first time in a while, sukuna felt like he had you.

“did you buy the candy?”

“shit, yeah. i think i left it in my room?”

“go get it while i make the popcorn!” you smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling excitedly. you looked so cute and soft, and ryo got a glimpse of your cute pink panties when you bent over to grab something so he was feeling just as good. he could already picture the little damp spot he’d create after teasing you and then force you to beg and make it up to him.

he thought about it the whole walk to his room, picking up the bag and then back to the living room, fantasizing about what he plans to do. and just as he’s about to turn the corner, a head of white fluffy hair is laying on your lap, legs spread to take up the full length of the couch. and the only seat available? the one farthest from you.

“i hope you don’t mind, satoru said he missed us!”

us… sukuna looked down at gojo, looking at the content quirk in his lip while he snuggled into you more, moving one of your hands into his hair to play with it. ryo’s eye twitched before he put the bag down and went back into his room, the door slamming behind him. the noise makes you force satoru up, a pit forming in your stomach. you didn’t want sukuna to feel uncomfortable in his own house—

“damn, what’s he so mad abo- he got macha kitkats!? mmm~”

*bonus*

sukuna is literally in his room about to dry heave because??? what alternative version of himself gave him such bad karma?!? in his room like this;

but quietly, because he DEFINITELY doesn’t want you to see him like this. such a fein🤦‍♀️

a/n: i didn’t put smut because i didn’t want to get repetitive BUT should we finally let sukuna get a taste?? part 4 where he finally gets her?? lmk🫶

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[dollishmehrayan]

BATBOYS WITH A STYLISH READER ── .✦

a/n: so I tried to base this off of me because I like genuinely LOVE fashion and creativity (my closet is seriously so full rn but I keep buying and buying but soon I’m gonna donate some pieces I never wore/ won’t wear again when i’m like moving in 5/6 months (in April) but anyways yeahh this is requested by the wonderful @luvly_writer (I GENUINELY DONT KNOW WHY MY MENITONS ARENT WORKING TODAY!?!?

tags: (batboys x stylish reader ᥫ᭡)

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Dick’s always had a decent sense of fashion, but after meeting you, he realized his wardrobe could use some spicing up.

“Okay, I need help,” he says, holding up his closet of endless leather jackets and dark jeans. “It’s starting to feel like I’m a character in a some main character show..” (this tiktok HELPP here)

You pull together a sleek but casual look for him, fitted trousers, a patterned button-up, and a blazer. When he sees himself in the mirror, he whistles.

“Are you sure I’m not about to walk the runway?”

He loves when you add your flair to his outfits, often saying, “This is why I’m with you.”

Eventually, Dick starts mimicking your style in small ways—accessories, boots, and bolder colors. He’ll even joke, “You’re rubbing off on me in more ways than one.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Jason scoffs at the idea at first. “I don’t need to be styled. My leather jacket and boots are timeless, I don’t need like bags and purses like you.”

But then he starts noticing the way you turn heads wherever you go and how people always stop you to ask where you got your hat or etc from, and he gets curious.

One day, he half-jokingly says, “Alright, fashionista. Make me look less like I just rolled out of a biker gang.”

You have so much fun dressing him in a sharp, dark button-up, fitted jeans, and Chelsea boots. When you suggest a leather trench coat instead of his usual jacket, he raises an eyebrow but ends up loving it.

“I look like a villain trying blow up something in broad daylight,” he says, smirking. “But, like, a hot one.”

Jason doesn’t fully change his wardrobe, but he starts incorporating your suggestions—better fits, fewer holes in his shirts, and maybe a sweater or two. He always claims it’s to “shut you up,” but deep down, he loves how confident it makes him feel when his s/o chooses stuff for him.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Tim’s wardrobe is functional. It’s not bad because there’s a DIFFERENCE, Timothy drake wayne dresses in suits and is high end and chic but regular tim well… tim Is tim but he DOES care about what he wears just not like that serious about it, but it’s very much “guy who spends more time in front of a computer than a mirror.”

One day, he asks, “Do you think I should update my wardrobe? You know, to look… presentable?”

You practically light up, dragging him out for a shopping spree.

He’s a little overwhelmed by how excited you are, but he secretly loves the attention.

You pick out layered outfits—hoodies with tailored jackets, clean sneakers, and pants that actually fit. When he tries them on, he’s surprised at how good he looks.

“So this is what it feels like to be stylish,” he muses.

Over time, Tim starts borrowing pieces of your style. He’ll wear scarves, experiment with glasses frames, and even tuck his shirts in occasionally. You catch him researching minimalist fashion on Pinterest once, and he sheepishly admits, “You’re a bad influence.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Damian has a sharp sense of style already (thanks, Talia and Bruce), but he finds himself intrigued by your unique flair.

“You have a good eye for aesthetics,” he says one day, almost shyly. “Perhaps you could lend me some… insight.”

Styling Damian is like working with a blank canvas—he’s open to trying new things as long as it doesn’t compromise his dignified image.

You help him experiment with layered textures, sleek boots, and subtle patterns. He refuses anything too colorful but surprises you by agreeing to a deep emerald green blazer.

“I look… distinguished,” he admits, staring at his reflection.

He starts taking inspiration from your wardrobe, incorporating more modern and creative touches into his outfits. Every now and then, he’ll ask, “What do you think of this?” before leaving for an event.

Damian also becomes oddly protective of your style. If someone tries to copy you, he’ll say something like, “Flattery may be the sincerest form of imitation, but it’s wasted when done poorly.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Bruce is already a style icon, but when he starts noticing the effortless way you put together outfits, he gets curious.

“What would you do with this suit?” he asks, gesturing to one of his many black ensembles.

You tease him for being so predictable but suggest a few changes—adding a pocket square, switching up his tie, and choosing a dark navy instead of black.

When he steps out in the new look, even Alfred raises an approving eyebrow.

“Now I’ll have to think about my outfits.”

He begins to take subtle cues from your style, occasionally asking for your opinion before galas. You catch him sneaking glances at your Pinterest boards once, and he pretends it’s for “business purposes” (you had to private your pin board after because he keeps buying 10 of each of what you put on your Pinterest board.)

[nyx-is-missing]

Hi! Can I request a Clarissa × Fem!reader, where reader is spending a lot of time talking to someone from Athena's cabin and she gets jealous. you can decide what cabin reader is in :)

Jealous jealous girl

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader (apollo's kid)

Summary: when the girl she likes is being friendly to someone, Clarisse might see red.

Warnings: no major fights actually, fluff (a bit) kissing (yes today no clickbait) medíocre writting and im sorry.

(I didn't review it, don't sue me, English isn't my native language, that's probably why it's mediocre, love ya

"Have you actually read that book? Oh my gods really? I felt like i was the only one who knew it"

Clarisse watched with red eyes as (Y/n) got excited and laughed togheter with some kid from Athena's cabin.

They werent exactly...togheter yet, but they WERE something, everyone was sure of that.

Clarisse mind couldnt comprehend then, how even though EVERYONE knew they had something, that particular girl would not back off of her.

(Y/n) laughed togheter with the girl at some book reference she had made, and the final straw for Clarisse was when the girl had the courage to touch her girl's knee.

Her sunshine?

The disrespect, was she not seeing Clarrise looking at them? Like 10 steps behind?

The.disrespect.

Oh that will end right now.

Walking over to the girls with a fake smile who people would perceive of normal happiness, however, if you did knew her, her eyes had a hint of red rage in them.

"Love? Would you come with me for a second yes?"

She took (Y/n) by the hands but before she could even get up the Athena kid made herself seen.

"Excuse me? Cant you see we're talking? So rude."

"Oh yes, excuse you really, i dont think a need a cue to talk to my girlfriend, now shut up before I make you eat that book for dinner."

Not waiting for any more words Clarisse took reader by the hand again.

"Clarisse that was not nice, she was my friend- dont even start to speak right now, we'll talk in my cabin, it must be empity right now, we dont need the camp seeing something they dont need"

Letting (Y/n) guide her, still holding her hand, Clarisse had a confused look on her face.

"But we are not going to fight, not today"

"Says who?"

They got inside the cabin and bingo, empity empity, all the Apollo kids must be doing its activities, or getting ready for dinner, as always.

"Me, Love. We wont fight, we'll talk."

Clarisse sat down at the bed she knew it was (y/n)'s waiting for her to do the same.

Choosing to stand, she had a blank look on her face.

"You said we would talk, talk to me, why be mean to my friend clari?"

"Because im jealous. Im not made of steel, love, i cant see a girl from a rival cabin flirting with my sunshine and go around skipping like a kid, you know me"

"We were not flirting clari, she is my friend!"

"YOU were not flirting, she wants to be more than that"

Clarisse corrected

"And you have a right to do something about it since when? Everytime you talk about me to your friends im a friend too, but suddently when its convenient i turn into your girlfriend? Oh please"

Clarisse looked at her, and extended her hands to grab (y/n) hands, when they finally touched Clarisse got (y/n) to get closer and closer to her, now she was standing in between Clarisse's legs and had to look down to see her.

"I never said i was right love, im sorry for hurting you, i swear.....i was insecure about that, im so sorry really..."

"Clari you dont needed to-"

"Date me"

Clarisse interrupted her mid speech.

"What?"

"Date me, let me introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend, i wont make you hurt anymore, date me....-"

Please

That was the word missing, would it make clarisse apear as desperate if she used it?

Fuck it, she was inside the Apollo cabin, that gave her enough poetic justice to be as luvestruck as she could

She found herself resting her hands on (y/n) hips, looking up to her with heart eyes.

"Please... date me"

.

.

.

"Say something, please"

Whoever first said that acts spoke words was very much right, because the kiss Clarisse received was nothing short of a love letter.

Clarisse felt hands on her cheek and neck, caressing her.

The kiss was slow and carefull at first, like the first time they kissed, so very sweet, until it wasn't.

When the kiss deepened, Clarisse's hands sunk more onto (y/n) hips, and then started to pull her down, to sit on her lap.

It was the very first time both felt like this, the absolute need to just become a fusion, hug so tightly a loved one that they would just morph into one.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you"

Clarisse said, breathing in her girlfriend's neck when they separated to breath.

When (y/n) was going to speak, she felt a small bite on her lower neck.

"Clarisse- ah"

"Sorry.."

Clarissed giggled before she went back kissing her mouth, when did she became one of the girls that giggled?

They heard the cabin door opening and then a

"Oh fuck sorry i just...ill come back later, and you (y/n) will tell me everything about later or ill change my name, bye lovebirds"

They looked at each other resisting the urge to laugh.

"Well i guess we wont need to introduce ourselfs to anybody, by tomorrow morning they'll know"

[chleem]

Flashing Lights #4

Series; actor Drew x actress reader

Summary: Drew gets involved in the worst scandal of his career. One way to solve it? Proving to the whole world that he’s the sweetest lover to exist. Who better to help than the one person he can’t stand? You, an A class actress with an alcohol addiction. So, will Drew clear up his reputation, or leave with a bigger mess to clean up?

Genre: fake dating, enemies to lovers(?, slow burn, angst, smut,

Warning: mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of k!lling oneself, mentions of rape & sa, mentions of drug usage, smoking & vaping,

⋆.˚ please dont copy, if inspired please tag me

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

♡⸝⸝ chapter3 | index | chapter5

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Shit,” you murmur. Somehow, the room card doesn’t work when you swipe it up and down. You just woke up from a nap in the car, and still felt dizzy.

“We’ve been standing here for five minutes,” Drew’s voice reminds you of his presence, who you’ve forgotten about for the last…yeah, five minutes. Yet it felt like five hours, because this damn card wouldn’t work. 

“Shut up,” you groan, still going at it. Your arms and legs felt heavy, so this task was ten times harder than it usually was. 

His hand suddenly takes the card away from you, and he presses it against the lock. The door opens, and you stare at him dumbfounded. It was that easy?

Eager to sit down, you don’t even say thanks and just rush in, kicking your heels off. You take a quick scan of the room. It was a nice suite that Laura arranged, having a small living room, kitchen, bedroom and more. You head to the bedroom, plopping yourself down on the bed. You didn’t care if you had dirty clothes on, hell, it was your bed, you can sleep on it however you want. 

You close your eyes, ready to drift back to sleep, but Drew’s voice interrupts you. “There’s only one bed.”

That makes you sit yourself back up, and you look around. Yeah. He is right, only one bed. Stupid Laura, she couldn’t have gotten a suite with two bedrooms? You look at Drew, leaned against the doorway, his eyes already on you. 

You want the bed. And the look he gives you shows he also wants the bed. 

“I’m sleeping here,” you voice out first, calling dibs. 

“You don’t get to choose,” he quickly says, crossing his arms. “The bed is mine.”

You scoff. “Yours? Maybe the floor is yours, but I’m sleeping on this bed. I need it.”

“You need it? Just ‘cause of some drinks? No, I need it, after spending an entire day with you.”

“Hey, my head hurts like shit. And I’m already laying on it. I’m sleeping here.”

“Fuck no.”

“Go argue with the wall,” you say, laying back down on your back and closing your eyes. This bed is comfortable, and in your tired state, it's the best bed ever. Fuck Drew, he can go sleep on the couch or the floor. This bed is yours. 

——

A hot towel startles you, forcing you to wake up. 

You find the reason behind it; Drew. 

He’s sat on the bed next to you, half naked. Is this part of your dream? 

“Hey; get the fuck off. You stink.”

Okay. Definitely not a dream. “What?” You say, still staring at him. Your eyes lead themselves down his body, at his chest where you notice a necklace, abs that god probably helped sculpture, and sweatpants that hugs his lower waist. Now that he’s sitting next to you, you get a clear look of his body. He definitely works out. 

“A picture would last longer.”

You quickly avert your eyes back up to his face, seeing his stupid smirk. Asshole. Sitting up, you look around and down at your body. He was right; you stink from the alcohol and you feel dirty. How long did you sleep anyways? “Get the hell away from me,” you say, the best comeback you could think of right now. 

Drew shrugs in a ‘whatever’ type of way, moving further up the bed. You watch as he makes himself comfortable, eyes now glued onto his phone. 

You get up and walk to the living room, finding your suitcase and opening it. You grab your underwear and a random shirt, before heading to the bathroom. 

——

“Hey, you’re in my bed.”

Is he dead? You tap on his chest again. “Hey, get up.”

This isn’t working. So, you slap his chest real hard this time, and that causes him to startle awake. He rubs his eyes, and you’re not helping by pointing your phone flashlight directly at him. “What the fuck?” He curses, turning to lay on his back.

“You’re in my bed,” you repeat, more annoyed this time. 

“Can’t you see I’m already laying in it?” He hits you with a familiar line to something you said earlier. 

“Yes, but I claimed it first,” you say, not caring how bratty you sounded. He’s seen worse of your attitude, so you might as well fight for this bed in the most annoying and childish way. “You’re a guy, you can handle sleeping on the couch.”

Drew’s eyes are squinted, mainly due to the light flashed on him. But you couldn’t care less. Until, the corner of his lips curl up again. “I’m not listening to a fucking ogre.”

Now you’re pissed. You grab the pillow from under him, hitting his face repeatedly with it. The phone drops to the floor, but you only cared about causing damage to Drew’s face. Well, a pillow was weak but it was all you got in your sudden burst of anger. 

“Hey-“

"Stop-"

You ignore his calls for you to stop, hitting him with the pillow repeatedly.

Only when his hand suddenly grabs your wrists, and he flips you over onto the bed, is when you stop. He hovers over you, pinning your wrists above you. You’re breathing heavily from hitting him, and his necklace that dangles near your face pisses you off even more. 

“Get the fuck-“

“Y/n,” he cuts you off, and you realize he’s also breathing heavily. The little light from your phone on the ground shows enough for you to see Drew, his expression tired but mean, his blue eyes glaring into yours. “It's 3 fucking am. I just want to have some sleep. In a comfortable fucking bed. So leave me alone, got it?”

He should’ve known better than to say that shit to you, because you weren’t someone who easily listens. “You can have some sleep on the couch. This is my-“

“Fuck, why can’t you just listen like a normal fucking person?”

“Me? What about you-“

“Me what? All I’ve done today was put up with your fucking attitude. It’s only the first fucking day, y/n, and I have to put up with you for the rest of the-“

“You think I want this? Hey, don’t fucking act like I owe you. You got yourself into this-“

“Yeah, yeah I fucking did. And I fucking hate myself,” Drew says, and he lets go of you. When he lets go, you realize how hard he’s been holding onto you, that bruises might form. He gets off of you, running his hands over his hair. “You want this fucking bed? Have it.”

He leaves, and this fight over the bed ends. “Asshole,” you murmur, massaging your wrists. Hurts like a bitch. But at least you had the bed to yourself now, that was all that mattered. 

You pick your phone up from the floor, turning the flash off and placing it on the bedside table. Fixing the pillow, you lay down on the spot Drew was just in. It smelt like him, his shampoo and scent still lingering in his spot. 

And somehow, it doesn’t bother you as much, because you fall asleep almost instantly. 

——

The only person talking in the car is your PR manager Maple, who’s explaining what’s expected when the two of you are on the yacht. Today’s schedule in Bahrain was another stunt, to show the public how sweet you were with each other ‘privately.’

She praises you for the hard launch yesterday, to which you ignore and just chew on your gum. It was just a stupid bet that you lost, yet the internet is acting crazy. 

“Whatever,” you murmur, eyes glued to the scenery outside. 

“Now, there will be a few staff onboard, but just to serve food and drive the yacht around the area,” Maple continues. “So while they’re in eye sight, don’t send glares to each other. Like right now.”

You furrow your eyebrows, glancing over at Drew. Only to find him already staring at you, his expression blank. But you know he’s thinking about something, the way his blue eyes seemed so fixed on you. “What?” You rudely ask.

“Nothing,” he replies, looking away from you. 

Whatever. The car stops near the docks anyways, meaning you’ve arrived. 

As the both of you open the door to get out, Maple says in the most serious tone, “Cameras are everywhere. Remember that.”

“Of course,” you roll your eyes, getting out of the car. Once the both of you were out of the car, Maple drives away. You first look around, checking for the paparazzi. Sure enough, a few of them hid behind the bushes.

“You there?” Drew’s voice pulls your attention back to him. 

You cover your mouth, pulling Drew down by his arm. “Behind the bushes.”

He looks over to the bushes near the dock, and sees the paparazzi too. He then holds your hand, looking away towards the yacht. “Which one is it?”

His hand is warm just like yesterday; the ring on his finger the only thing that feels cold against your skin. You tighten your grip around his hand, leading him towards the white yacht. One of the staff greets you, giving you a warm welcome once you enter the walkway. 

It was one of the smaller yachts, suitable for a short ride around the area. Drew, politely shakes hand with the main manager of the yacht, exchanging a few words. The manager attempts to shake yours, but you just keep your hand intertwined with Drew’s. You don’t even smile at the man. 

He guides you two to the back of the yacht, where the dining space was. You let go of Drew’s hand, sitting down. He sits across from you as the staff places two menus down. “if you need anything, we’re just inside.”

And while the yacht starts to drive off, you stare at the open sea. You needed to smoke so bad. You haven’t done one in almost a whole day, and it was killing you. This minty gum that Drew offered only lasts a small while. 

Good thing you secretly brought one, with the help of Maple. You asked to ‘borrow’ her vape, even though you both knew you were gonna keep it for yourself. In fact, it was the first thing you said to her when you saw her this morning. Everyone whose worked closely with you knows how anxious you get, and how alcohol and smoking could calm you down, so somehow these days, someone always had something for you.

It was like an unspoken rule now, for there to be cigarettes and alcohol near you. 

The vape was in the hidden pocket of your emerald green sundress, out of sight for others yet you could feel it against your thighs. You look at Drew, who was focused on reading the menu. Could he hurry up?

You force him to hurry up, calling the staff back in. “Give me five of your strongest alcoholic drink,” you say, the line becoming your catchphrase almost. 

Drew looks up at you, his expression mean. You just shrug at him. “One Biryani, falafel, and an American stake, and just a plain water.”

The staff nods and leaves, and you raise an eyebrow at Drew. “What did you just order?” You snicker at the funky food names. 

“Look at the menu yourself,” he replies instead, turning his gaze to the sea. 

Okay. You definitely needed a smoke if you were going to be on a yacht ride with this man. You get up, ready to find a bathroom and do your business, but Drew’s voice stops you. “Where you going?”

“Bathroom,” you coldly reply, wondering why he needed to know. When he doesn’t say anything else, you walk inside the yacht. The staff inside looks at you with sparkled eyes, but you ignore them, following the directions to the bathroom. 

Once inside, you lock the door and take the vape out of your pocket. You put the seat down, but not before spitting the gum in it. You take a smoke out of the vape, the chemical running through your veins, and you taste nicotine with the strong strawberry flavor it was. “The fuck?” You curse, always preferring regular cigarettes with heavy nicotine, instead of these fakes with the preppy flavors. 

Well, this was all you got, so you take a few more puffs of it. You definitely feel much better now. 

You stare at the circles you make when blowing it out, and you decide to try making a circle within a circle. You giggle, almost succeeding in one. You then attempt to adjust the sizes of these circles, with each inhale, it gets more and more interesting. You even take your phone out, searching for fun vaping smokes to recreate. 

But your fun wonderland shuts down when a bang on the door startles you, causing you to drop your vape on the ground. “Shit!” You curse, picking it up and wiping the mouth part. 

“Y/n, you in there?” 

Drew. “Busy!” You yell back, hoping he goes away. 

“You’ve been gone for ten minutes, y/n. What the fuck are you doing?” It's been ten minutes? Feels like a minute since you got here.

You stay silent. 

“Open the door, y/n.”

Ugh, too much nicotine in your brain right now. You shake your head, trying to shake some sense back into yourself. “Um, I’m busy! Go away, Drew.” Of course. Saying you’re busy always works. 

“Open the fucking door, y/n,” he repeats, his voice more deep and threatening this time. 

You quickly put the vape in your pocket, shutting your phone. You unlock the door, and Drew quickly opens it. Your eyes widen at how fast he is, because before you know it, he’s in this small bathroom with you, the door locked behind him now. 

He towers over you, and with this tight space, he holds himself up by pushing his arm against the wall behind you. So, you’re trapped between his arm and the wall. “Where is it?” He questions you immediately. 

“What?” You act dumb; crossing your arms and looking directly into his eyes. 

He smirks, licking his lips. He’s staring down at you, and his cologne hitting your nose just reminds you of how close he is to you. “Gosh, you’re a horrible fucking liar. You sure this is what you do for a living?”

Now he was lying. “What are you talking about? I was taking a shit, and you barge in-“

“It smells like fucking strawberries in here, y/n.”

Fuck. Caught red-handed. But you don’t show it, still looking up at him. “Something’s wrong with your nose,” you calmly say. 

He squints his eyes down at you, clearly not believing a word that comes out of your mouth. “Then we’re staying here until I’m right.”

Who does he fucking think he is? “You can stay here, I’m going out.”

You slightly bend down and escape from his arm, going to unlock the door. But you nudge the lock harder than you’re suppose to, your vape falling out of your pocket. 

Okay, now you’re caught red-handed. 

Drew picks it up, and laughs at it. He laughs cockily, knowing he busted you. He then locks the door again, not caring about people that might want to use the bathroom. You just cross your arms, not wanting to admit you were wrong. Wait, you’re not wrong. Nothing was wrong with you vaping. “What? Is it a crime?” You start, unwilling to get ashamed with Drew’s strong presence in front of you. 

“You finished, the entire vape in ten minutes?”

You furrow your eyebrows, grabbing the vape from him. It was empty, but you didn’t realize you smoked that much. “It, it was halfway done when I got it.”

“‘When you got it'? Who did you get it from, a hobo-“

“I got it from Maple,” you hurry to say. “I know she always have one-“

“That’s not the point-“ Drew shakes his head, as if it could help get rid of some of his anger. “You’re fucking vaping in here. A smoke alarm could have went off. Someone could have seen you.”

“Well, they didn’t, so calm your balls down,” you brush it off, turning to unlock the door. But Drew grabs your wrist, pushing you against the door. Hard. You panic, knowing someone outside definitely heard the bang, plus, now your back hurts. “Are you a fucking lunatic? Get off me-“

He takes the vape out of your hands, releasing you to throw it into the toilet. You watch with your mouth open in shock, as he flushes it down. “What the fuck are you doing?” You yell at him. 

“Stopping you from getting into trouble!” He yells back at you, just slightly quieter. “I can’t have the staff finding out you’re running in here to fucking vape.”

“Yeah, as if you cared that much.”

“Yeah, I do care. Because you’re my fucking girlfriend, to not only them, but the entire fucking world. So of course I care.”

“Please. You think you’re that relevant?” You scoff at him. “Hey, they know you because of me. And don’t fucking act like the saint here, you only care about the contract-“

“I’m trying to keep you out of trouble-“

“What trouble? Bunch of people smoke, drink-“

“You are addicted-“

“Literally no one cares, Drew!”

“Don’t deny it, y/n, everyone fucking cares-“

“Will you fucking shut up? No one gives a single fuck about-“

“Ms y/l/n, Mr Starkey, are you in there?” A voice outside asks. 

Drew covers your mouth, but you fight to push him off of you. “Yeah, out in a sec.”

After a few seconds, you immediately push him away. “What the fuck? Now they think we’re fucking in here!”

“Its better than overhearing this conversation, or catching you with vape,” Drew angrily replies to you, running a hand through his hair. 

“No; this is much worse,” you angrily throw back. “Fine. You won’t let me smoke in peace, I’ll drink in peace. And there will be plenty of witnesses then.”

This time, you unlock the door and get out quick enough that Drew couldn’t stop you, or at least, he doesn’t stop you. You walk out, ignoring the staff giving you curious glances, forcing yourself to act as if nothing happened in there. 

You sit down at the table, which was now filled with food and your drinks. You immediately down the first one, the anger inside of you enough to numb the burn. Who the fuck did Drew think he was, interfering with how you want to treat your body?

You down the second drink just as Drew comes out, sitting across from you. You turn your gaze towards the sea, knowing that your mouth will go off once you make eye contact with him. 

This just might be the worst yacht ride ever.

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word count: 3.1k

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: this chapter was basically fighting over a bed and vape. thanks for reading anyways! recently i got a bunch of ideas for drew, and i'm so excited to write them! also, wondering if anyone would like to read a ff about jungkook (bts) cause i got a crazy idea for his. also currently into nicholas chavez... bro's such a good actor

[honeytonedhottie]

how to isolate and grow⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💶

quick disclaimer : when i say "isolate" i dont mean the negative connotation of self isolation where you push everyone away, i mean the laying back and rly focusing and tapping into urself BY yourself.

accessibility : limit people's accessibility to you, or narrow down how many people you allow to access you. ur energy is SACRED ur time is a privilege. its important that ur no longer looking for outlets in people.

during this time of stepping back and being super picky with how and who u spend ur time with its the perfect opportunity to separate urself from the toxicity that some people in ur life might bring. in that same breath, its easier said for friends then it is for family members because when u think isolation ur probably thinking of being a home-body which is a part of it. but if ur home is whats making u sick then try and spend time AWAY of the home to do whatever u need to do.

self awareness and responsibility : take a moment and be truly objective with urself. practice having the difficult conversations with urself. u know ur goals, but are u the person that can have those goals? and if not, how can u get to become that person.

this is also the time to address things that you've been sweeping under the rug. address anything thats starting to become a problem and address bigger problems in ur life. we wanna be able to take responsibility for ourselves and PROBLEM SOLVE. be super clear on what u wanna focus on during ur self isolation period and WHY you are choosing to do this.

find a mentor : find someone who resonates with you, whether it be online or in person, who is living the life that YOU wanna live or living a life similar to one that u wanna live. u dont have to have just one mentor, it can be multiple mentors for different aspects of ur life that u wanna improve. ur mentors dont even need to know you honestly, just someone u look up to

detox ur brain : mental diet. mindset is EVERYTHING as you know if you've been consuming my content lately. everything and i mean EVERYTHING begins in the brain. the thoughts that u think today will be what u experience tomorrow. speak to urself nicely, throw away old thoughts that dont align with ur dreams and replace them with positive ones thru repetition, fixed attention and practice

do brain dumps before u go to bed, its good to get out all of the thoughts in ur head before u go to sleep, out of ur brain and onto a piece of paper or something else in general. it doesn't have to be in a negative connotation either, write down ideas that pass thru ur head, goals, inspirations etc.

clean out : anything that u tend to cling to, whether its devices, drugs, drinking etc. practice fasting from it. it doesn't have to be extreme, just taking a break from it REGULARLY will improve it so much. an analogy i like to use for gradual change like this is with a rubber band. if u stretch the rubber band as far as it can go too quickly then it'll break, however if u gradually stretch the rubber band little by little, you can stretch it super far and it won't break.

experimentation : while ur self isolating this is the perfect opportunity to experiment with ur physical. dye ur hair a color that you've always been wanting it to. grow ur hair a couple inches, take extra good care of ur skin, experiment with different clothing styles. become ur own MUSE.

with that being said i wish everyone luck and blessings as you isolate and grow 🫶🏽

[teamatsumu]

services. (fushiguro toji x reader)

summary: With how hectic your life is, you have no room for relationships. But you still have needs, and so you decide to pay to have those needs met.

word count: 4372

warnings: fem!reader, escort!toji, porn with minimal plot, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, daddy kink, choking, biting, this is so self indulgent pls dont judge me.

A million guesses in the world and you never would have predicted that you would be spending your Saturday night like this.

The only sound in your living room was the tick, tick, tick of the wall clock, as well as your occasional fidgeting. Your jeans rustled from where your leg was bouncing, an outlet for your nervous energy. You played with the sleeves of your sweater, rocking back and forth just slightly. You couldn’t decide what you wanted to blame this jittery feeling on, your anxiety or the cold. You wanted to go with the latter but you knew that what you were doing right now meant it had to be the former.

Who else would be waiting for a fucking escort to come to their house?

You looked at the clock again and rolled your eyes at your own antics. It was still ten more minutes before he was supposed to get here. Why were you already so clammy and shaky? This was pathetic. Well, getting an escort was pretty pathetic in itself, but this had to be a new low.

Honestly, you hadn’t expected yourself to be in this position. When a coworker had been venting about how your grueling profession and long working hours left no room for having a personal life, you had enthusiastically agreed. It was something you had been struggling with for years. It was the reason your last boyfriend had broken up with you, saying your job was way too time consuming and he felt ignored. He hadn’t been wrong. You were working more hours than anyone else you knew. And while you loved your job and wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world, you knew it meant sacrificing relationships. Sacrificing love and intimacy and even the simple act of a physical touch.

At this point you were so touch starved it hurt.

Your coworker had then recommended this escort service, saying that it had literally saved her life. An over exaggeration on her part, you were sure, but when you had looked at their website and seen how systematic and professional everything was, you really were taken by surprise. The website was clean and organized, and it took everything into consideration. Hell, they even had you fill out a consent form that was almost six pages long, and it had every kink and sexual option known to mankind. The website claimed that the service had a sophisticated algorithm to make sure it matched every client with an escort best suited for their sexual needs, and it encouraged you to be completely honest when filling the form.

Your face had burned as you read through the form, but you thought long and hard about every option you ticked yes or no on. You were lost, truly, because you had a lot of fantasies in your head but many were ones you had never tried before, even with previous partners. It made you hesitate, and you wondered if these were things you wanted to try for the first time with a complete stranger.

“Oh, trust me, you do.” Mei Mei, your coworker, had responded when you talked to her about your woes. She swung her leg and she took a swig of her coffee, leaning back and giving you a teasing smirk. “When I say these men know what they are doing, they know what they are doing. I would argue this is the best option if you wanna be adventurous in the sheets. Because no matter how you respond, the guy will know how to handle it.”

So after many days of ruminating and carefully curating your form, choosing yes on every option you wanted to try, you had taken a deep breath and submitted it. You felt instant regret as soon as you clicked send, wondering what the fuck you were doing. You were a successful career woman, and here you were, hiring a man to come fuck you in sinful ways. God, what had you come to? If your ex could see you now….

Over the next few days, you went through the payment process and finalizing a time slot for yourself. You talked on the phone to a very nice sounding middle aged lady who had the perfect customer service voice, who told you all the details you needed to know, how many hours your were getting, sending you a number where you could contact the agency afterwards, and a whole bunch of other stuff, finally ending it by letting you know the name of the man they had matched you up with.

Fushiguro Toji.

You gulped as you wrote the name down on the paper you were noting everything else on, tuning out her next words for a bit as you stared down at it. So this was the man you were going to have sex with. Was this okay? Or had you completely lost your mind and your self respect officially?

When you finally hung up, you mulled over the option of just canceling. But the thought only annoyed you. Come on, Y/N, what’s the big deal? The lady on the phone said they were a large, country wide agency who had thousands of clients. So they’re probably doing something right. And who cares? You’re a hardworking woman, and you still have needs. You’re just fulfilling a need you have. That’s it.

Pull yourself together.

And so here you were, on a cold Saturday evening, waiting for this Fushiguro Toji to show up at your door. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the doorbell rang, just two minutes before the agreed time. You stood up quickly, swaying a bit because of how shaky your legs felt, before taking a deep breath and walking to the door. You put your eye up to the peephole, cursing when you saw only chest and shoulders, unable to get a glimpse of his face. You were so panicked that you didn’t even register that this meant he was extremely tall. You only clocked in that fact when you finally opened the door.

It was the first thing you noticed. Just how massive he was. Even though his loose sweatshirt hid most of him, there was no questioning how broad his shoulders were, or how he stood so tall that you nearly dwarfed in comparison. You felt your heart skip, swooning. 10/10 for the escort agency on the size kink option. This man was huge.

He had jet black hair, spiky but tamed, and it looked soft as hell. He looked down at you with a little smirk, and your eye caught the scar on the corner of his mouth. It somehow added to how sexy he was, and you swallowed hard. Yup, this guy was a walking wet dream.

You wanted to slam the door in his face.

He said your name questioningly, and you nodded to confirm your identity. Out of instinct, you said his name back, making him nod and his lip curl up just a bit more. You nearly shivered when his eyes quickly mapped over your figure. For a brief second, you wished you had dressed up a bit more than just your jeans and a sweater, but you doubted you could still look half as good as he did.

“C-come in.” You choked out, stepping aside to let him in. He lumbered inside, movements almost slow and lazy, but still smooth. Your breath hitched when his cologne flooded your senses. Fuck. He also smelled great.

Your hesitation only increased, but you shook your head. He’s probably been with a ton of women. His whole job is to look good and be good in bed. Of course he was attractive. The agency had promised that all their workers were physically good looking. You just hadn’t guessed they would be sex on legs.

By the time you closed the door, locked it and trudged into the living room, Toji was standing in the center of it, looking around with slow movements of his eyes. His hands were buried in the pockets of his jeans, and he was biting the inside of his cheek. He turned to look at you once you were in view again, and you watched him give you another once over. You tugged on your sleeves again, fueling your nervous habit. You heard him snort.

“My boss was right. You’ve never done this before.”

You blinked, not expecting him to say that, or have such a rough tone. It almost offended you, like he thought you were some loser. When he saw your scowl, he immediately raised his hands with a chuckle.

“Don’t mean it in a bad way, sweetheart. It’s kinda cute. Just took me off guard, considering the shit you ticked off on your form.”

Now that made you flush and fidget. The knowledge that this stranger knew everything you wanted in the bedroom was a little unnerving, and pairing that with how heated his gaze suddenly got, and you felt your core stir.

“Would you like some tea?” You blurted out, at a loss for what else to say. He raised his eyebrow in response, making you cringe.

“Or coffee.” You added weekly. “Or we could uh…. just start. Um, go to the bedroom? I don’t-” Your face was so hot, you wanted to cry. Finally, you sighed and gave up, feeling your shoulders slump. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

This made Toji let out a hearty cackle, walking to your couch and dropping heavily on it. He patted the spot next to him, which you promptly took, unable to meet his eyes any longer. You convinced yourself that you couldn’t have done this worse, so there was no way to go but up since you had already hit rock bottom.

“Why’d ya get an escort service?” Toji asked, snapping you from your thoughts. You looked at him and saw genuine curiosity in his eyes, under the bored veneer that stretched over his face. You shrugged.

“I work too much. I wanted stress relief. My coworker said your agency was good. Now I’m kinda regretting it.” You explained concisely.

The tiniest of smirks took residence on Toji’s face at your last words, his body turned towards you. He hooked his arm over the back of the couch, resting his head on his balled up fist as he stared at you. “You won’t regret it by the time I’m done with you, sweetheart.”

Your breath caught at his words, body stiffening. To Toji’s trained eye, your movement was obvious, and it made him chuckle.

“You like that? Well, I can’t be surprised. You’re big on dirty talk, aren’t ya?”

He moved closer as he talked, one hand reaching out until his finger was tracing down your cheekbone, over your jaw, up until he reached your lips. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, and your mouth opened on instinct.

“Wonder what kind of talk ya like more? Praise? You wanna be called a good girl? Or maybe the other kind? Maybe you’re a desperate little slut?”

His voice was rough, the air was charged, and despite the cold, heat flooded your veins. You felt like you could barely breathe, afraid to make any motion that could push Toji away. You felt your core pulse when he leaned forward.

“You familiar with the color system for safewords?”

You nodded almost imperceptibly. He hummed.

“Good.”

And then his lips were meeting yours.

It was slow, lazy, like all of his movements. His lips dragged over yours in an almost sensual way. His hand cupped the back of your head and tilted it to his liking, deepening the kiss more. His tongue teased your lips until you parted them, darting inside to slide it over yours. Your eyes rolled shut, shivers running over your spine, hands reaching up instinctively to curl into the material of his sweatshirt. He facilitated every move your mouth made, as if egging you to keep going, and you responded in kind, arching closer to him, pressing harder on his lips, even licking into his mouth a bit, albeit shyly. You felt his mouth curl as he pulled away, a wet squelch as your lips separated. You whined in protest, not even recognizing your voice, and he chuckled.

“We’ve got all night, sweets. Take it easy.”

His hands maneuvered you until he had you in his lap, and it was your first taste of Toji’s strength. You nearly keened at how easy it was for him to pull you around, and you once again felt your insides clench. Being on top of him made you feel intimately all the hard planes of his torso, and you finally let your hands wander. Toji didn’t stop you, watching your fingers disappear under his sweatshirt and meet his bare skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, tilting your head up to meet his lips again as your hands began their exploration.

Toji hummed, letting you guide the kiss this time, and you realized that he had played his cards very carefully to make sure you would come out of your shell. The thought turned you on even more, and you were absolutely sure that you had completely soaked through your lacy underwear by now. You pawed on his shirt, tugging it a bit.

“Take this off, please.”

Toji bit at your bottom lip. “Please what?”

You felt yourself flush hot, picking up on his implication. Another thing you had mentioned on your form. Your body stiffened but Toji squeezed at your sides, hands slipping under your sweater to rub your skin.

“Say it, baby. And I’ll do what you want.”

His lips were wandering, past your mouth, over your jaw and down your neck until his teeth were nibbling on the skin under your ear. Your eyes rolled up, subconsciously grinding down on his lap.

“Please,” you gasp when he sucked hard, likely leaving a hickey. “Please, daddy.”

Toji groaned, the first noise he had made all night, and it shot straight to your pussy. He reached behind him to tug his sweatshirt off, exposing him in all his muscled glory. Your mouth watered at the sight, hands running over him freely. You couldn’t believe you had this man under you, letting you grope and feel him up like this, looking up at you with eyes so predatory it nearly set off alarms in your head. Your touch was getting more and more firm as you continued touching him, his hands pushing down on your hips to encourage the way you were grinding on him. You felt his erection rub right between your legs, where you wanted him most, and you bit your lip in response. He felt big. Definitely the biggest you had ever had. You didn’t even have to look at it to know it would be a tight fit, and the thought of it made excitement zip through you. Your initial nervousness was dissipating, and all your repressed urges were now floating freely in your head.

You needed him to ruin you.

The thought made your movements more frantic, tugging and pulling at Toji, moaning into his lips when his hands wandered under your sweater and groped harshly at your breasts. God, when was the last time a man had touched you like this? You were so wet it made your whole body arch, pulsing with need.

“Daddy. Want- want you.” You whimpered in his ear, feeling his intake of breath at your words. Toji tugged your sweater off, pushing you back so he could take you in. You knew you already looked like a mess, and the thought made your face heat up. Toji smirked at you, stretching the little scar on the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, you leaned forward, licking at the healed over skin. His grip on your hips got impossibly tighter, and you knew it would leave bruises. He stood up, making you quickly wrap your legs around his waist, before walking towards your bedroom, which you pointed out. His lips never left your neck, nipping at any part he could reach, licking over you. You wondered if Toji had a thing for biting.

He was indulging everything you wanted, but a part of you wanted to indulge him too.

He tugged off your jeans and panties as soon as he had you lying on the bed, leaving you in only your bra. Your shyness seemed to have melted away at this point, your brain so foggy with need that you couldn’t think of anything except having him on top of you. Toji was quick to discard his own jeans, leaving him in his boxers, which were straining against the daunting bulge of his cock. You licked your lips at the sight, and the action didn’t go unnoticed by the man, who gave you a grin.

“You want my dick?”

You nodded eagerly, spreading your legs on instinct when he draped himself over you, slotting himself in the space you created. He hummed and licked his lips, eyes wandering over your figure. You felt yourself clench again at the heat behind his eyes.

“Let me get a taste of you first, sweetheart. Then you can have me.”

And then he lowered himself until his face was level with your bare pussy, breath fanning over it in a way that made your eyes flutter. You shouldn’t be shocked at how brazen he was, since this was his job, but it still surprised you. Your thoughts quickly melted away though, when he licked a fat stripe from the bottom to the top of your slit, parting your lips until he could lick at you unencumbered, swiping his tongue over your heat over and over.

You gasped and arched into him, feeling shivers run down your spread legs. Fuck, he was good. Of course he was good. His movements were purposeful, like he had done this a million times before (which he probably had). His tongue seemed to know every little nook and cranny that needed attention, gliding over your cunt until he circled your hole, sinking into the opening. You cried out when the tip hit your walls just right, enough stimulation to feel good but not nearly enough to satisfy. His lips and tongue left you breathless and wanting more. His massive hands held your thighs apart, teeth nibbling at your clit slightly until you were whining under him.

“Fuck. Toji.” Your voice already sounded so wrecked.

When his finger tip prodded at your entrance, you barely had time to process before he was sinking in, knuckle-deep. You cried out at the intrusion, eyes rolling when he curled it and seemed to immediately find your spot. You felt his lips twist up into a smirk when you cursed, knowing he had you.

His movements were merciless, one finger becoming two and pumping in and out of you so fast you were sure he would rip you apart. No matter how hard you clenched, his fingers were undeterred, as if he was adamant on ruining your cunt. You could hear the squelching of your juices, the sound filthy and so sexy it put you right on the edge. Toji seemed to notice. His dark eyes burned into yours, mouth lifting from your clit to let his fingers do all the work while he watched your writhe under his touch.

“You gonna cum, babygirl? Gonna soak my fucking hand? C’mon, baby. Wanna feel this pussy drench me. C’mon. Cum.”

His voice was so rough, adding to the sensations until you felt dizzy, muscles snapping stiff as you came all over his fingers. The noises grew even wetter, your juices flowing past his knuckles and down to his wrist. He hummed his approval, the sound set deep in his chest, eyes zoned in on your fluttering lips. When he pulled out, you let out a long, deep sigh. Your legs were trembling as Toji made his way up to you, licking up your neck before nipping at your earlobe.

“You got such a perfect cunt, baby.” He moaned into your ear, hips grinding down and pressing his clothed cock against you. “Perfect little pussy, fuck. You tellin’ me you haven’t been feedin’ her with cock on a daily basis? Because that’s what she deserves. To be stuffed full with a big dick every night. Soppy little filthy pussy like that needs loving daily.”

You keened at Toji’s words, your breath catching at how lewd he was being. He hooked a thumb into his boxers and tugged them down until his heavy cock sprang free and hit his stomach, tip flushed an angry maroon shade and leaking precum. Your mouth watered at the sight, not even caring about how big he was or how wide he would stretch you. You whined and wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer.

“Need you, Daddy.” You breathed out.

“You have me, little girl.” He cooed, almost taunting. His lips were twisted into a wide grin, looking down at you with unbridled lust. You noticed how red the tips of his ears were, flushed down his neck as well. His hair was pushed back haphazardly out of his eyes, and his body was covered by a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes were blown.

When Toji finally sank his cock into you, in one slow stroke, he groaned and cursed loudly, sinking down to his elbows on either side of your head. He let out a long breath, cursing again before a large, rough hand came up and wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides just a bit. You gasped and arched into him, eyelids fluttering. The light haziness in your head was now intensifying as Toji bullied his cock slowly but surely into your cunt, no matter how much it tried to resist the intrusion.

“Fuck.” His voice broke a little. And somehow, that was better than the orgasm he had just pulled out of you. Knowing you had that kind of effect on this man who had never met you before, that you were reducing him to this just by your body alone, made you feel powerful. You clenched around him on purpose, and his grip on your neck tightened, making you freeze. He looked down at you, his grin almost manic.

“You playin’ games with me, sweetheart? Nasty little slut. I never would’ve thought.”

He pulled out then, until only the tip of his cock was inside you, before surging forward, hips slamming hard into you. You screamed and arched, and Toji didn’t give you a second more, thrusting into you in earnest.

“You forgot I was the boss here, little girl. Me. Say it.”

You could barely choke the words out, having the wind knocked out of you with every brush of his cock on your g-spot.

“Y-you’re-” You screamed at a particularly brutal thrust, legs kicking and twitching. Toji’s grip on your neck tightened, and you could no longer breathe. Your eyes crossed at the feeling.

“Look at you. Can’t even say a word. Such a whore for daddy.”

When he eased his hold, you took in big gulps of air, only a few moments before he tightened his grip again. His movements didn’t slow down for one second, driving his cock into you at a maddening pace.

“I’m gonna-” You didn’t finish. You couldn’t. Because in that moment, your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train, so intense you could barely breathe, even despite Toji loosening the hold he had on your neck. Your vision blackened, stars bursting over it as you writhed and twitched under him. He didn’t stop fucking into you, didn’t even pause. He groaned when you came around his cock, and he kept going.

You realized that this was just the beginning of a very long night.

………………………………..

It was around 4 in the morning when you tapped out. Or rather, Toji finally let you tap out.

You had come so many times you couldn’t count. You had positively lost all feeling in your legs, and every muscle in your body was sore and buzzing. Toji had pulled and twisted you into every position known to man, spanked and slapped you around, choked you, tugged on your hair until your scalp tingled, and had stuffed his cock, fingers and tongue into your abused pussy so many times you felt like you were dying. It was the most you had ever felt, every sensation amplified, crying until tears soaked your cheeks, cumming until you just couldn’t anymore. He quite literally fucked the soul out of you, plain and simple.

Now you were lying on your side on the bed, watching with half lidded, barely open eyes as Toji tugged his clothes back onto his glorious, god-like frame. He had only a few marks. Your teeth marks on his neck and shoulders, and some scratches down his back. Compared to you, bitten and bruised all over, he looked unaffected.

He turned to look at you, smirking when he saw that you were already watching.

“You sure you’re done? Ya have me for two more hours at least.”

You nodded and let out an unflattering snort. “If I had to go one more round you might have to take me to the hospital.”

He let out a laugh at that, walking closer to you. He fished in the pocket of his sweatpants, pulling out a small, rectangular card. You could barely make out his name and number.

“Don’t call the service next time. Call me directly.”

You raised a teasing eyebrow. “You do personal services?”

He shrugged in return, sending you a sleazy wink. “Only for really sweet cunts like yours.”

You groaned and buried your face in the mattress, hearing him laugh loudly before standing up.

“I’ll see myself out.”

You didn’t move until you heard the front door slam, feeling your lips tug up in a smile. You would have to thank Mei Mei profusely for her recommendation. And now you understood that she didn’t exaggerate the effectiveness of this escort service.

This was definitely not the last time you would be seeing Fushiguro Toji.

[cattonicdragon]

So how about tooth fairy Jack frost Easter bunny and mr claus(sorry if do do him) with someone that represents karma and make bad things happen to terrible people.

Tooth fairy,Jack frost,Easter bunny/bunnymund and north with a karma reader

I have so many requests so I'm starting off with the requests that have the less characters bc they take me the less amount of time.

Of course you can,for this you will be chosen as a guardian because karma dosnt nescerally have someone who represents it so they just have to believe in karma and shit.

Also norths will be more platonic than romantic

Has been proof read

Ty for the request

Tooth fairy

Shes kinda scared that you'll be something like pitch black

However once shes been explained to that you give people what they had coming she understands alot better

Despite her first interpretation shes actually very sweet

She sees you give a bully karma and she just smiles sweetly at you.

You and her come across each other every so often,usually it's because someone had their tooth taken out unwillingly(like someone punching someone or something)

She likes hanging out when shes not collecting teeth or just having some down time

You also explain to her that when you give someone karma they had it coming and deserved it

You like to hang out with her at the tooth palace(or whatever its called)

You have actually given abit of karma to pitch before

There have been times where you've had to put bunnymund and Jack in their place,she finds it funny whenever this happens

Her mini tooths love you to bits

Even when your not at the palace you'll always have a small group of them following you about

They like to make sure your okay and pick up teeth along the way

Jack frost

Honestly hes kinda excited

A guardian of karma sounds excitciting

He probally wouldnt be surprised if he was one of the first to receive karma though

He asks you constantly why you give him karma,much like a kid who broke a vase then pretended they didnt do anything

Hes very clingy

Tries to get other people out of trouble by bribeing you

If hes ever done something that you need to give him karma for he'll try get out of it by sweet talking

If there one person he'll never stop you giving karma to its pitch

Infact he constantly whines to you about giving pitch more,even going as far as making things up

He likes putting his hand on your shoulder

Will start snow fights with you at random

He will definatly see you floating around during an unexpected storm

Your almost constantly busy so he dosnt get to much time with you

Because of this he will definatly start more frost days so you can spend a day off with him and enjoy the snow

Bunnymund/Easter bunny

Hes mixed between two mindsets

Having another responsible guardian

Another Jack situation

He would definitely be surprised if he got any karma,its be a "I dont think I deserve this " even though he knows what hes done

Hes definitely got it easy after seeing the type of karma you gave to Jack though

Will ask if you can give karma to Jack,because he was playing with some of the elves....

He likes to hang out with you when your not doing anything in Easter island

He likes to give you personalized eggs as presents

Hes very protective of you especially when coming on the topic of pitch

Speaking of,bunny would definatly ask how much karma hes due,isnt surprised with the amount

You sometimes help him place the eggs around at Easter,its a fun activity for the day

Your the only one he'll ever allow to brush his fur,let alone touch it

Glares at Jack if he gets to close

North(platonic)

He trust the man in the moon,and so far manny hasnt been wrong in choosing his guardians

Hes also heard about you before so hes confident in manys choosing

Hes grateful that you seperate Jack and bunny alot,they can be quite tiring sometimes

Since you dont really have a realm or anything north let's you hang about in the workshop

The yetis and elvs love you

The elves will often climb on you or show you some of the toys

You help the yetis paint and make the toys every so often

He gives you one of the snow globes so if you cant make it back yourself you can just throw the globe

He acts very much like a father figure to you

Asking how your day was and what some of the people did etc

He was the one to reasure the others that you ment no Ill intention

You fit very well into the guardians

If north thinks you need a break he gives you a toy with a note with it

Let's you pet the reindeer

He allows you to watch the globe if your ever bored

[esmereldapearl]

PJO Future AU head-cannon stuff (some ARE taken from other peoples head-cannons bc they’re awesome):

- Will Solace would not be a medic/be in the medical field— I feel like just because he’s good at it doesn’t mean he likes it. Maybe he’d be a teacher because of his leadership skills.

- I feel like from working in the infirmary and having people close to him pass, Nico would choose a medical field job. I feel like he’d be an RN (registered nurse) or doctor and work at like an urgent care (er is too crazy for him— or maybe it wouldn’t and he’d like the chaos)

- I also feel like there’d be a not so great injury and Nico would be like “Oh let me see” then see it and be like “oh that’s really cool” not much would phase him— or it would but he’d find it fascinating

- I feel like the fact that they didn’t have these new kinds of tech when Nico was growing up also adds to his fascination. Like what do you mean x-Ray machines exist?

- I feel like Percy would do well with water jobs— like maybe he’d be a marine biologist and he’d find it fun to just communicate with the ocean life.

- Frank and Hazel would take a lot of dual credit classes or graduate early from highschool so they could focus on the camp— like they’d take online stuff so they could spend more time focusing on camp. (hope that makes sense) I’m not sure what I think their careers would be.

- Leo would own his own mechanic shop after going to trade school (saw on tiktok)

- Jason (revived) would be a professor of history— probably mythology.

- As a Valgrace shipper (dont judge pls) I think that they’d get together shortly after Jason is revived (not too short— six months after?) because they’ve been through a lot already and don’t want to risk anything again.

Now, onto kids because I don’t see these often but I find it fun to imagine:

- Frank would be a girl dad. He’s got two daughters and is just so happy with them and Hazel.

- Percy and Annabeth would have three kids, two girls and a son, in that order. I feel like Percy and Annabeth would work hard to have good relationships with their kids and finally relax. I feel like they’d be sorta protective but also be very relaxed with them- educate them about being mature and making good choices.

- I feel like Annabeth would realize how important names were and try to name her kids after popular figures in history who had good stories

- Will and Nico would probably have two kids, both adopted, but one would be one of Will’s half-siblings/half-nephews. The kid was really little, like four or five, when he got to camp and Will just kinda adopted him so he didn’t have to be full-time at camp. They also have a daughter but not until the son is like 12. She’s also adopted and is also a half-blood but I feel like they wouldn’t know who her godly parent is until she’s 12 and then be shocked because she’s like a child of Zeus.

- Leo and Jason would wait a while and focus on their relationship and careers. Then they’d adopt two daughters (not at the same time) and raise them where they don’t know about half-bloods until they’re older. They’d probably be half-bloods so that way they could raise them the way they wished they were raised. Leo and Jason don’t want them to have to see and experience the stuff they had to at such a young age.

- I don’t think any of them would name their kids after any of their late friends. I saw someone, a while ago, bring up that it could result in bad memories or just not be an okay time yet to do so. So— I don’t think that Annabeth would name her kid Silena and I don’t think Nico would name his kid Bianca.

- However, I do feel like Annabeth and Percy would name their eldest Sally after Percy’s mom (it would work well with the headcannon that Annabeth would name her kids after people with good stories) and have her middle name be a positive powerful historical figure.

(I realize I left Piper out— I’ve been forgetting a lot about characters recently and need to go back and reread HOO in order to grasp what I think she’d do in the future)

[ghoulsgraveyard]

Mattress Shopping

a/n: oops! all fluff! I wrote this one while not high and You Can Tell. this is a very soft fic, very domestic. It takes place in the same universe as Animal Instinct and is a direct sequel, but there is no piss kink, only references to it. content warnings: mentions of sex and violence, allusions to piss (hilarious phrase), emotional hurt/comfort. word count: 2k part 1

You were about to head back up to your apartment when Logan took your hand and started walking towards his car. “Lo, where are we going?” He looks at you, confused. “I thought you said you wanted to go mattress shopping?” Logan hated shopping. It was loud and crowded and too bright. It always took too long. But Logan also loved you. And he loved you more than he hated shopping. “You don’t have to come if you don't want to, I know you don't like shopping.” Logan opens your door for you before heading around to the driver's seat “I’ll be using the thing too.” he states “Besides, there are worse things I could be doing than spending the day with you” he grumbles out afterwards as he starts the car. You practically melt into the seat. It never gets old, his loving you. You’ll cherish these acts of love every single time. “You sap” you say with a giggle. “Yeah yeah, dont go telling people that.” he starts the car with a wink towards you. After hours of sterile lights and crackling top 40 hits, you and Logan had successfully found a mattress. The incredibly persistent salesman changed his tune very quickly after the third time he tried to upsell you and Logan had unsheathed his claws. “W-would you like to use our delivery and installation service?” he said shakily, one last attempt to up his commission. Logan had enough. “Listen pal, I don't need to throw money away on something I can do myself. I got two arms and two legs. Just give me the goddamned mattress” he was not loud, but he was also not fucking around.

After loading the mattress into the back of the car you were on your way back. “Thank you for coming with me” you smile at him and he furrows his brow “why?” he grunts out, eyes on the road. “You made mattress shopping better.” you tease, he lets out a humorless chuckle “Honey i was grumpy and threatened a salesman. I made that experience worse, not better.” You frown at this. “I don't think you did. You certainly got us a better deal on that mattress.” you look over to him, his frown still prominent.

 “Logan, you make everything better. Sometimes I feel like you don’t realize that I don't just love you, I like you. Like fundamentally, as a person, I genuinely enjoy being in your presence. I like to spend time with you logan. You’re grumpy and a little mean, you drink and you smoke and I love you all the same. You’re who I want to be with. You’re my person, you’re who I choose. There is no one I would rather go mattress shopping with.” 

He doesn’t have anything to say to that. What could he even say to that? How do you tell someone that they have shifted your sense of self? How does he begin to describe how your love has changed him? How could it not change him? He’s lived his whole life hating himself. his thoughts, his actions, to the very essence of his core, his soul, his being, he hated himself. Everything he touched he ruined, every person he loved died, he was the worst Logan and everyone knew it. 

Now he’s not so sure. How could he be so awful when you loved him so much? He trusted you, and he trusted your judgment of character, so logically he has to face that he’s not all bad. But it’s more than that. Your presence in his life has to be proof of something, call it god, call it the universe, call it karma, you were all the proof he needed that at one point he did something good. He must have done something really and truly good to earn you. There’s a voice in his head now to fight back that familiar dialogue. A voice that tells him he’s a good man with bad circumstances, a voice that tells him his mistakes don’t define him, it’s a voice that sounds like yours. If you, beautiful, kind and perfect you, could love him? He must have done something right. He has good in him, you make him believe it. All he can do is grab your hand and squeeze it. One day he’ll tell you. One day he’ll find the right words and put them in the right order and he’ll be able to tell you that he is devastatingly, irrevocably and wholly in love with you. But until that day he’ll hold you close, be sweet only for you, and even go mattress shopping. All for you.

That night, after you had gotten the new bed set up, you both went over to Wade’s for drinks. After about thirty minutes, Wade claps his hands with glee in the kitchen as he pours more tequila into a whiskey glass. He practically prances back into the room returning to his seat “Soooooo what 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 shit did you two get up with today” he waggles his fingers at you. How did he do that with his voice? Nevermind. Logan sputters into his drink, recovering quickly “The hell are you talkin about?” he grunts. Wade looks delighted. “I am so glad you asked pookie” Logan groans as he continues, “I was on my daily walk around your building and I couldn't help but notice a set of your sheets and a whole mattress in your dumpster!” Wade teases. “Daily walks?” Logan growls “you root through our trash?” you question. “Hold on, don't turn this around on me, either you’re sexual deviants or Wolvy dear is getting really old, or both!” Wade coos, sipping his drink.

10 minutes later when you’re finally able to separate Logan from him with as little blood shed as possible (with varying degrees of success) you decide to cut the night short. Thirty minutes before blood might be a new record for the two of them actually. Logan presses the button to summon the elevator, you reach for your phone to- shit! “Babe I forgot my phone, I’ll be right back” he lets out a hmph to confirm he heard you. You jog back to Wade’s door, opening it with ease. Fucker never locks his door, says it an ‘open invitation’. Whatever that means. “Hey, sorry I forgot my phone” Wade leans against the counter taking a break from washing dishes. “Oh it’s all right boo” he grins as you search through the spot where you sat “But while I have you here” he trails off probing your response to his previous question. You found your phone… right next to Wade. Rolling your eyes at his antics “Oops?” he smiles. You punch him on your way out with no real malice, but before reaching the door, you turn back to say “Well it’s not the second one” you wink and jog right back to Logan.

 “Harlots!” you hear Wade yell at you from his door before slamming it. Logan raises an eyebrow in question “What did ya say to him?” you take his hand in the elevator “Oh nothing” you smile with a hint of mischief. He looks at you accusatorial “well nothing that isn’t true” Logan groans at your response “you know i’m never going to hear the end of this. I have to interact with him wayyy more than you do” you step out of the elevator, heading towards the car as Logan continues “He’s going to ask me more questions about it, and then I'm gonna have to stab him.” He opens the passenger door for you “thought you didn’t like it when I skewered the little shit.” Logan pulls a cigar from the glove box, slicing off the end with a claw. “Can ya give me a light here sugar?” he grumbles out with the cigar between his teeth as he starts the car. 

Fuck he was handsome. Devastatingly so. The wrinkles on his face from his seemingly permanent soured expression, his strong jaw extenuated by facial hair that would look ridiculous on anyone else, the way his shirt was unbuttoned so you could begin to see a peek of his salt and pepper chest hair, it just wasn’t fair that any man could look this good. 

“Hon” he grunts out. You snapped back to the present, finding the lighter a bit further back in the glovebox. You hold the flame to the end while he sucks in, creating a bright cherry at the end of the stick. “I never said not to skewer him” you start “I just said I think it's gross seeing your claws fully through his skull and finding two of his fingers in between our couch cushions.” Logan chuckles at this “So you don’t mind me brutalizing our friend, as long as you don't have to see it.” he puffs on his cigar. “Nope!” you pop, smiling at him “I can't believe you just called Wade your friend” Logan stops at the light and grunts out “slip of the tongue” while he looks out the window. “I don't think it was” you lightly elbow him “I already know you’re secretly a softie, I won’t tell him.” he exhales another billow of smoke, but you couldn’t help but notice the tips of his ears had turned a little red. You decide not to comment on it, smiling only to yourself. This was the Logan only you got to see. Everyone else in the whole world only knew him as angry and violent with brief moments of sincerity. He was gruff and brash and had a weird way of showing he cared. 

As much as you were his -lord knows you have the hickeys to prove it- he was yours. The Logan that learned how to cook just to make you breakfast in bed is yours. The Logan who will wear a face mask with you is yours. The Logan who uses his claws to chop vegetables is yours. The Logan who can’t sleep if you’re not in his arms, the Logan who stands between your legs while you sit on the bathroom counter to shave him, the Logan who presses kisses to your head and ties your shoes. He was a secret, locked away from the world, buried deep inside from years of putting up walls to protect himself. He only existed with you. 

What a gift. What a tragedy. What an awful thought, that he hides his kindness and vulnerability from the world. What an absolute honor it is to be the only person he trusts enough to let in. It doesn’t come easy to him, it doesn’t come naturally. He makes the conscious effort everyday to break down his own walls for you. 

Logan rarely says “I love you” ; those three words seem to choke him every time he tries to spit them out. But when he does say them, it’s always a whisper. Like if he’s quiet enough the curse that seems to snuff out everyone he loves won’t hear him, won’t find him. Like he’s worried if he says it too loud it will trigger some horrible accident that will steal you away from him, but even then he can’t help but tell you. He swallows his fear in the small hours of the night to whisper a promise to you. 

He doesn’t need to tell you. You can see it. You can feel it. 

You don’t realize you’re home until the car stops and you feel his rough fingertips on your face in a gentle touch “Where’d you go in that head of yours pretty?” he looks deeply into your eyes. “Just thinking about you.” you smile and press a kiss to his lips before opening your door and getting out. “What about me?” he locks the car and slings an arm around you as you walk towards the elevator to go back to your home. “Just how much I love you.” Logan pushes the button when he lets out a “hmm” at your answer, looking away. His ears were pink again. You tug his collar down for another kiss then whisper in his ear 

“I think we need to break in that new mattress” a/n: I hope you enjoyed! let me know if you're interested in a part three. nothing motivates me like hearing what people liked, so if you enjoyed and want more, let me know!

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[aciddrattboyy]

the bug collector

after an accident with a curse, yuji finds himself in a random small-scale hospital nowhere near his home. growing tired and sad over his bleak and lonely surroundings he wished that the days would go by faster. that is until a certain nursing assistant made him wish for the exact opposite

yuji x f! reader ☆ fluff, eventual smut(maybe), eventual angst(maybe), ☆ wc: 2.4k cw: mentions of blood/injuries a/n: AAHHH my first ever yuji fic tehe he is so completely growing on me au where yuji grew up and became a sorcerer but none of sukunas fingers were involved not beta read but nothing i write ever is </3

pt: 01 || ...

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yuji didnt always hate the smell of hospitals. they used to remind him of better times visiting his grandfather, bringing in flowers for the friendly nurses, and spending the evenings with his only remaining family. 

but as yuji lay on his own hospital bed, trapped to this small room lit by bright fluorescent lights, he began to hate it. he groaned while staring up at the ceiling tiles, reliving the events of the weeks prior. taking up a high-risk assignment was a stupid decision. shooing his assistant away out of kindness was, now that he was in this position, a very stupid decision. 

from what he was told by nurses and doctors alike, a pedestrian found him unconscious outside of an abandoned morgue and called the authorities. now he’s here, holed up in some random non-sorcerer regulated hospital, having to feign amnesia and pretend he had no idea how he ended up there. he rolled onto his side, staring out of the window as frustration washed over him. he felt weak and alone and wanted nothing more than to be out of here. 

a soft knock brought him out of his self-deprecating thoughts, turning over and sitting up as per routine of the last few weeks 

“come in,” his voice was hoarse but you could hear it from behind the door. having just started your nursing position job only a month ago, you were a bit nervous. having heard of the mysterious boy found bloodied and unconscious with no memory of what happened, you were nervous you would some how fuck it up. but with a tray in one hand, you steeled your nerves and opened the door. 

peaking your head in, you offered a smile to the tired looking pink-haired man covered in bandages. 

“hi, yuji is it?” you knew who he was, everyone on this floor and then some knew who he was. being the only person to come into this small hospital with such injuries in years, the nurses and doctors definitely talked. he nodded as you walked further into the room, feeling his eyes on you as you pulled out the table and set the tray down. “im y/n,” you held your hand out, waiting awkwardly for a few seconds before yuji shook it. he looked a wreck and you could see where the sense of mystery came from. you couldnt help being intrigued by him, wanting to know more about his story. “i brought you lunch, if you dont like it i could bring you a menu to choose from,” you spoke lightly, trying to portray yourself as friendly and welcoming as you could. 

it seemed to work, a smile tugging on the corners of yujis lips as he reached over to grab the cup of orange juice. 

“thank you,” he spoke softly, seeming unable to take his eyes off of you. you seemed different from the other healthcare professionals that passed through; more kind and personable. most importantly maybe, closer to his age. having been surrounded with a lot more experienced, older doctors, it felt nice to see someone around his age group. 

you nodded in response, your smile growing as you grew more comfortable. you grabbed your clipboard, trying not to seem too obvious as you assessed his behavior for anything youd need to report. you could see various scars scattered over his torso and arms down to where the thin blankets covered his lower half. glancing up from your clipboard in a way you hoped was subtle, you watched as he ate. he didnt seem to be picky, taking bites of everything on the tray. but once he caught your eyes you couldnt help but try to change the topic.

“your doctor said you were healing well,” you tried to keep an air of professionalism in your tone, but the way he was maintaining eye contact was making you a bit flustered. “so you should be able to go out to the common room if you wish- just let a nurse know,” yuji nodded along to your words, finding comfort in your voice over all the monotone hes been forced to endure. “im sure you already know this but we do have books and such available if you want anything to help the time go by. i know it must be hard being cooped up in here,”

yujis smile grew, you seemed so nice. you brought about a sort of gentle air that made him feel at ease her. you were the first one to come in here and not try to get him to ‘remember’ what landed him here. you genuinely seemed to care only about his well being, and it was, to put it in simply, refreshing. 

“i’ll be off then, if you need anything you can let me, or any of the other nurses know with the call button,” you motioned to the red button on the arm of his bed, growing shy over how he didnt bother to look, keeping his eyes on you. “enjoy your lunch,” with a final smile and short nod, you pivot on your heels, making your way to the door. 

“wait,” yuji spoke suddenly, causing you to turn around swiftly, a hint of alarm coursing through you before seeing he was still okay and didnt somehow collapse in on himself the minute your back was turned. you looked at each other with equally large eyes. yuji seemed to have spoken before he could think. but the truth was he did feel alone, having had no visitors and seeing no friendly faces. despite having spent less than an hour with you, he wanted to be able to feel this comfortable as long as he could. “could you… stay,” you nodded your head, attempting to give him a smile even though you were sure your confusion was painted on your face. 

“yes of course, is everything alright?” you scanned his face for anything alarming as you pulled up a chair to the side of his bed, sitting down next to the table. 

“yeah i guess i just… wanted to talk,” yuji didnt know where he was going with this. he didnt really know where he was going with this. he dreaded the words as soon as they lift his lips, becoming worried that the conversation would steer to you interrogating him about that night. you nodded slowly, trying to assess how he was feeling just from his expressions

“we can definitely talk,” you said encouragingly. you’ve read his files, you knew the other staff would use this opportunity to try to talk about the night he was brought in. but you felt that maybe he really just wanted some company, as far as you were away he hadnt had any visitors or even left his room. you felt sorry for him in a way, and wanted to keep the conversation light for his sake. “how about you lead the conversation,” you suggested, passing the ball to him in hopes that he’d understand you wouldnt be trying to get answers out of him. he was practically beaming at your offer and you knew in that moment that you you were right about him. your own grin grew, the air of comfort around yuji growing contagious. 

“well have you seen any of the human earthworm movies,” he felt like a total loser asking such a dumb question, but seeing your eyes twitch with a mix of interest and confusion before letting out a small chuckle made him feel a bit better about it. you shake your hair, the mood a stark change from your otherwise stressful workday.

“no i havent, but i take it you have,” you cocked your eyebrow jokingly, enjoying how easy it felt to talk to yuji. he nodded his head enthusiastically, before taking a bite out of his sandwich. 

“ive seen all of them- multipe times,” he spoke between bites, taking a swig of his juice before resting his hands on the table. noticing the hospital band around his wrist brought you back to reality. remembering how he had seemed to be all alone these past weeks and was finally getting the chance to talk to someone. you made a mental note to check up on him regularly during your shifts. no one should have to heal on their own. 

yuji had gone into explaining the series, using his hands to act out certain scenes. he seemed to really be enjoying the conversation, not showing any signs of pain despite all of the bandages adorning his arms and torso. 

unfortunately, yuji’s display was cut short with a short knock on the door. you shot up, worried that maybe you had been away for too long. but as another nurse came in, he was followed by two other men; one with snow white hair and a shit eating grin, the other with darker hair and a very stoic expression. 

“yuji you have visitors,” the nurse dead panned, seeming not too interested in the matter. with a quick comment about visiting hours to the two men he was out of the door. 

you saw yuji’s face light up, body twitching to get up and greet them. feeling a bit awkward about standing in the middle of their visiting time, you carefully pushed the chair back up against the wall and saw yourself out. 

“im glad youre getting better yuji,” you gave him a polite smile, feeling somewhat vulnerable as the white haired man stared at you intently from behind his sunglasses. you grabbed your clipboard, nodding to the men standing idly. “someone should be in here to bring you dinner,” yuji watched as you stiffly nodded your head towards megumi and gojo, waiting for you to close the door behind you before anyone said anything.

“so who was she,”

“what took you guys so long,” yuji quickly asked, ignoring gojos question entirely. he watched as gojo smiled, grabbing a chair, and pulling it up where you were previously sitting. 

“well since you had so kindly sent the assistant who accompanied you on your assignment on their merry way, it took a while for anyone to raise any alarms. and then we had to locate what hospital you were in,” 

yuji listened intently, glancing over at megumi who was leaning against the wall. he thought of the assistant, hoping they didnt get into too much trouble for just listening to him. 

“we tried to visit a little over a week ago but they said you werent able to take any visitors,” megumi spoke in a monotone voice, scanning yujis current state. yuji was shocked to hear they tried to visit, this being the first time there was any mention of anyone trying to visit. too distracted by his thoughts, yuji didnt even notice gojo swiping his sandwich until he spoke up around a mouth full of food.

“we could have you transferred to a more uh sorcerer friendly hospital if ya want,” gojo waved the sandwich around as he talked, dropping it back on the plate. “this food sucks,” he commented, exaggerating sounds of disgusting. 

“no its okay-,” it seemed like yuji was the most shocked at his own words. not entirely sure why that had come out of his mouth when he had dreaded every second being here. but then he remembered you. he knew he could just be emotional, you having been the one shred of silver lining in this dismal place. but he wanted to stay. he wanted to talk to you again. plus, he was sure he would be getting out soon anyway, whats wrong with spending the next few days there. 

gojo glanced at megumi before looking back at yuji, his smile growing all the more obnoxious. 

“is it because of that pretty nurse?” 

yuji threw a balled up napkin at gojo, trying to distract the two of them from the blush he was certain was now warming up his cheeks. shaking his head, he fiddled with his hospital bracelet, feeling a bit uncomfortable. 

“no its not,” he tried to sound as confident and truthful as possible, but the snort coming from megumi told him he failed. “i’ve just been here the whole time, seems stupid to leave now when i’ll probably be out in a couple days,” he trailed off, words turning into a muttered mess. he knew he sounded stupid, before he even knew you existed he spent his days counting ceiling tiles and wondering when the hell he would be able to get out. “i’ll just wait it out,” he added, the silence and intensity of stares thrown his way making him feel like he was in some sort of spotlight. “so uh what happened to that curse?” he quickly asked, desperately wanting to change topics. 

“i exorcized it,” megumi said, eyes squinting just a tad as he looked yuji up and down. “are you sure you dont just want to stay because of that nurse?” gojo’s laughs filled the room while yuji buried his head in his hands.

“oh my god,” his voice was muffled by his palms as he tried to get them to stop asking embarrassing question with the sheer power of his mind. sadly for yuji, it did not work. gojo continued to tease him around mouthfuls of the very food he said was disgusting. “i didnt want you guys to come here just to eat my food and embarrass me,” yuji groaned into his hands, praying this whole thing would end

“alright alright,” gojo raised his arms in surrender, standing up and pushing the chair back. “we’ll leave so you can get some rest and definitely not so you can go back to talking to your hospital crush,” without waiting for yuji to answer, gojo was walking out, waving his hand and obnoxiously stomping. megumi stayed behind for a few moments, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. 

“get better soon,” yuji smiled back at him, megumis nice words making him think the utter torture was over. “so you can take her out on a proper date,” megumi quickly shut the door behind him, not waiting for yujis protests. 

once he was alone, yuji’s mind wandered to you again. and as he made himself as comfortable as he could on a hospital bed, he hoped he would be able to see you again soon. he felt childish once he really thought about it. but he liked talking to you and whether or not it was his foolish confidence, he thought that maybe if you met under different circumstances, the two of you could at least be friends.

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Whenever i see things like this, i am reminded why i decided to leave shipping spaces. Jk is a sorry excuse for a boyfriend because he left a concert without telling Jimin he was leaving yet everyone and their mama wants Jungkook to do for other people the things he has done for Jimin for years. Everyone wants a GCF, everyone wants Jungkook taking their someone else to Japan, everyone wants Jungkook to make big pancakes for them because they have penalties. Everyone wants Jungkook to go over to someone else’s house and cook for them everyone was praying on bended knee that Jk did for others what he did for Jimin during FACE era. It’s funny because deep down, everyone sees and knows that Jungkook doesn’t make the same effort for others as he makes for Jimin and that is why for years, we have heard endlessly how everything Jungkook does for Jimin is Fanservice and him not doing all those things for others is because their relationship is not for the camera.

We should accept that two people who had the chance to finally completely escape from each other for 18 months since they don’t like each other, instead choose to enlist together where they would have to see each other’s faces every single day for 18months? What does leaving a damn concert without someone else knowing have to do with how Jungkook and Jimin feel about each other? They were just leaving a concert back to their homes, it’s not like they were traveling never to see each other again and since some of you like to analyze things so damn much, i will like for you to analyze for me why on god’s green earth Jungkook will hate Jimin so much yet on their last OT4 Live that boy couldn’t keep his hands to himself? I will like for you to explain to me in plain English why this boy sat down for hours watching and supporting Jimin as much as he did during Face era?

It’s always the same damn thing with little minded people. In 2021 at Harry Styles concert, we had people yapping about how Jungkook didn’t like Jimin because he spent the whole time at the concert being glued to Taehyung but what did we find out later? Wasn’t that the same period when we found out that Jungkook and Jimin were basically spending their entire days together? Going and coming back from concerts together, eating together, working out everyday together and to add to that, Jk was in Jimin’s room so much that even Tae thought Jimin’s room was Jk’s. Wasn’t that the same time we found out that Jk would go knock on Jimin’s door at 1am, stay there for about 4 hours at a time and then rinse and repeat? If we are to judge how much people like each other by how glued they are at certain points then why on earth was Jk singing and swaying with another member at a concert yet he wasn’t going to spend all his downtime in that member’s hotel room? He hated Jimin so much that he decided to go spend all or most of his time alone in the room of the member he hates so much?

Same damn thing happened at Hobi’s album release party in 2022. Before we got the Bangtan bomb, everyone was yapping about how Jk and Jimin were never seen together at the party and that meant they hated each other only for us to see them in the bangtan bomb “hiding” in a dark corner with hands touching and clearly separating from each other when they noticed they cameras.

Should i also bring back their rookie days when everyone was so damn sure Jk hated Jimin’s guts because he always “pushed” him infront of the camera or ranked him last in looks only for us to find out from many sources that Jk infact would pile clothes on his bed and go sleep in Jimin’s bed and he himself later mentioned that Jimin is the member he spends most of his nights with. Jk hated Jimin so much that he chose to spend his only resting time hanging out with Jimin. I’m sure he used to strangle Jimin all those nights they were together alone.

Tae and Jk are the bestest of besties coming and leaving together to and from Yoongi’s concert yet that didn’t stop Tae from leaving Jk alone at a ski resort and journeying back home with his friends while Jk stayed there all alone. Jk and Tae are clearly besties by that didn’t stop Jk from not saying a single thing during Layover while he couldn’t shut up during FACE and mind you, he hates Jimin. Do u see how stupid you sound anon? So according to your logic, Jk and Tae must hate each other too because imagine leaving your bestie all alone at a ski resort and choosing to go back home with friends or imagine being silent during your bestie’s album release and not saying or doing a damn thing in support of it even though you were literally keeping up with everything some other member put out.

Some of you continue to prove everyday how small your minds are. With the wake of every new content, we have people loosing faith in a ship or believing more in it. Tomorrow we will get some other form of content and Jungkook will go back to being the greenest flag, and then the next moment he is back to being an ass. It is kinda like these boys aren’t human being with layers and complicated feelings. It is like relationships in this life are supposed to be perfect on camera else people are jerks. It is like Jimin is and has always been the most pitiable person who continues to speak about how much he relies on Jungkook even though Jungkook is a sorry excuse for a boyfriend. I guess Jimin was a fool to keep saying Jk will protect him because only a fool will keep saying someone does things for them that they actually don’t.

The earlier some of you realize that Jungkook as a boyfriend or friend only has to make sense to Jimin and no one else, the better for you. The way Jungkook shows his love and affection and if he hates or loves Jimin is something Jimin knows and only he should really care about.

For over a decade we have had Jimin wholeheartedly loving and caring about the same man the same way yet some people just can’t take a hint. These guys have been consistent for over a decade. Consistent in every single way. People thinking they cannot stand each other only to find out they are sneaking into each other’s hotel rooms, traveling together, or making plans to enlist together. Are you people not tired of being proven wrong every single time? Are u not tired of being punched in the face every damn time? Y’all keep raising ur BPs and giving yourself whiplash trying to figure Jimin and Jungkook. One moment you are seeing Jungkook moving the earth for Jimin and the next moment you are hearing that he left a concert without telling Jimin and instead of you to do the normal thing which is to tell yourself that you do not know them more than they know themselves, you come here declaring that they hate each other and then tomorrow when Jungkook wakes up and does another one of his grand gestures that shakes the fandom, you are back to scratching your head. Calling Jk a sorry excuse for a boyfriend like your partner (if at all you have any) doesn’t literally treat you like a piece of shit. Jimin can openly say he enlisted with Jk so he can rely on him. He can openly tell Jk to grow stronger and continue to protect him, he can openly tell Jk to cook for him, can you say any of these about your partner? Yet Jk is the one who is a sorry excuse for a boyfriend? If Jk is a sorry excuse for a boyfriend, i hope i get such a sorry excuse for a boyfriend. Someone whose love for me will continuousy make people to call our relationship fanservice because it looks too good to he true.

yet everyone and their mama wants Jungkook to do for other people the things he has done for Jimin for years.

It’s funny because deep down, everyone sees and knows that Jungkook doesn’t make the same effort for others as he makes for Jimin

It is kinda like these boys aren’t human being with layers and complicated feelings. It is like relationships in this life are supposed to be perfect on camera else people are jerks.

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE FUCKING SUBGROUP IN THE BACK.

Anon, I love you. Thanks for telling the truth and nothing but the truth and asking the right questions.

I WANT TO KNOW THE ANSWERS TO ALL THE QUESTIONS ANON ASKED.

[okerum]

people who put all their energy into hating teresa annoy me a lot, tbh. of course, people can have their own opinions, but its when people go out of their way to rip on her at EVERY CHANCE they get without spending even a SECOND to try to understand her or put themselves in her shoes.

i highkey hate the way the movies portrayed her, but in them, she placed the wellbeing of the entire world above her own. she explicitly asked that her friends NOT be harmed-- and i think blaming HER for the harm that minho faced even more than janson or ava (the fully grown adults who hold the power) is silly and extremely misplaced. there wasn't really ANY good option in her shoes-- choose herself and her friends and let the world die around her, BECAUSE of her, or choose the world around her while letting her friends continue to suffer, also because of her. there is no winning for her. she wanted to help people-- she thought that if she made a deal with ava, she could help people while minimizing the harm to her friends. and once more to emphasize-- she is 16. she is a child, and i dont believe in the movies she even HAS 16 years of memories to help her make good decisions. she was told by WCKD that she could help people, and that is ultimately what she cared about the most. WCKD, and more specifically ava and janson, were the ones who lied to her, manipulated her, and misled her. and since the cure WAS possible in the movies, her actions were even more justified! it's so weird to me how people act like she was so heartless and like she purposely hurt people when we see time and time again that she cares DEEPLY for everyone. you'd have to watch the films with your eyes closed not to see it.

and in the books, (i only read half of tfc so bear with me if i'm missing info) she only betrayed thomas, she warned him beforehand, and she spent the entire rest of the series trying to make up for it to the point where she sacrificed herself to save him. thomas was her EVERYTHING. she betrayed him because she thought he'd die otherwise. she would do ANYTHING to avoid that-- she'd decieve him, she'd hit him, she'd sacrifice herself for him. not to mention, since her memories weren't swiped, she was still entirely under WICKED's thumb-- the YEARS, the DECADE they spent grooming her and manipulating her into trusting them, doing their bidding, the lies they told her, are still affecting her. she's still 16. she's still a child. once again, to blame her for her actions that she was specifically groomed into by WICKED, instead of WICKED itself, is extremely misguided and a little gross to me, honestly.

in the movies, teresa wanted to help as many people as she could even at the cost of her friends. in the books, teresa wanted nothing more than to keep her lover as safe as possible, even at the cost of his trust and any possibility of love between them. she's simulataneously selfish and selfless, kind and cruel. she's all too willing to give up her own wants in order to reach her ultimate end goal, all too willing to put people in harm's way to prevent any further pain. once you look at her for just a few seconds, if you try even an ounce to see her character for what it is, you'll see a child who was put in a position where she had to make a decision no child should ever have to make. no child should have to choose between their friends or the world. no child should have to choose between their lover and themself. and no child should be blamed for their actions that are a result of grooming enacted by a number of fully grown adults who understand fully what they're doing.

if you don't like her, again, that's okay!! she made bad decisions and she hurt people in the process. but before u start talking down on her, before u proclaim your hate at any chance you get, think for a second about how she could've ended up there. and dont insult people for liking her. because on tiktok, at least, people are really bad about that Dx

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side B

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Matt

Matt's faith in the show is really important and well explored; one of the first scenes of the show is Matt going to confession (or, well, talking to his priest since he's not really confessing at that point). Matt struggles a lot with what he's supposed to do; everyone's telling him to kill the villain and he kinda wants to, but he literally says: "I know my soul is damned if I take his life". He struggles with his faith and goes with his doubts to his priest, and it's beautiful—also when he finally gets a costume for his vigilanteing he chooses to dress as the devil, lol. (His priest tells him that nothing makes people run to Church faster than the feeling of having the devil on their heels.)

a lot of the show is about how he justifies his vigilante actions with his faith, and whether he's doing the right thing in trying to help people or just using it as an outlet for his anger. the literal first scene of the show has him in a confession booth talking to his priest (who is a really interesting character too). this is not the scene I was talking about but it's such an excellent scene with matt talking to his priest: https://youtu.be/XHZ3NbEIDdw

canonically catholic but dresses like a demon to be quirky

honestly i dont wanna type too much but i feel that matt is a great example of someone who battles with his faith because he rarely loses his faith but rather fights with why he was made the way he was and put through what he was. He believes himself to have the devil inside him but believes that God put him there

ok in the comics barring the most current run matt has Mostly been a non-practicing Catholic that very rarely actually does any catholic Activities but ends up falling back into the Mindset and very occasionally dramatically taking confession (ex. in that one issue where he takes confession, basically tells the father that he is uniquely terrible and is thinking about violently murdering someone and when the father says "you can be forgiven" hes like "AUGFH-- NO!!!!!!!!!!" and runs out) when he's gone through some shit. and i love that its so relatable

hello its me cct organizer. i have to come clean, i made this tournament because i need matt to win something. i dont think hell win the sadboy and he lost the ginger tournament and >:( hes my favoritest guy ever. Also @ who said he has religious trauma is wrong and i will fight u about it (nicely) on my main @usaigi

This guy so catholic he spends an ungodly amount of time just chilling in the church. And goes there whenever there is a moral conundrum about killing people being Bad even though it would solve a lot of problems and stop said people from killing other people. This happens every other episode. Matt is the Catholic Guilt Guy. There's actually a lot of catholic stuff in the show as a whole. Just a compilation would be like three whole episodes long.

Hes great hes catholic enough to not outrught murder people but not catholic enough to not fuck before marriage hes a bisexual disaster at all times hes besties with a priest might i add hes great hes my special little guy

his catholicism is a huge piece of his characterisation he was raised by nuns in a catholic orphanage, the first scene we ever see him (as an adult and not a flashback) is him going to confession, he is good friend with his priest and has regular debates with him, etc also in s3 he has a huge crisis of faith after he lost A Lot where he stops believing for a while and it's linked to his identity crisis where he actually wants to kill another person (a hard line he previously chose never to cross) and wants to be only daredevil and not matt murdock, when he is both and needs both to exist also when he was a kid his grandmother used to say "watch out for the murdock boys, they've got the devil in them" and it created a surprising lot of his issues

So he's both catholic in the comics and the show but he's More Catholic in the show. Like, raised in a catholic orphanage by nuns (ONE OF WHICH IS HIS *MOTHER*), second scene in the show has him in a confession box kind. Matt Murdock goes out and gets the shit beaten out of him nightly and also beats the shit out of other people and purposefully leaned into devil iconography as his theme. When his nurse friend says, he takes a lot of punishment without one complaint he says "That part's the Catholicism." It is a Core Aspect of his character (at least in the show). He makes me insane. Also the same chemicals that blinded him created the teenage mutant ninja turtles and everyone should know that.

They went to confession to a priest who they had saved as their costumed counterpart and the guy recognized them by the voice, proving that it's possible and everyone else is just dumb

he takes "i wanna fight god" to new and incredibly violent levels, while also being a sweetheart and a goofball

Actually strictly WILL NOT kill criminals. Goes wayyy out of his way to avoid it. Fights with the Punisher about it. Goes to confession booth after nightly vigilante excursions. Feels so much guilt. "How have you been holding up?" "Like a good Caltholic boy" "that bad huh" - actual conversation with his priest

So Daredevil struggles with his mission as a crime fighter because killing criminals goes against his faith. He makes it a point to not kill criminals, believing that even bad people deserve a second chance. This philosophy puts him at odds against The Punisher, who is a relentless killer. As a Catholic myself, while I love the concept of a morally conflicted superhero, I think the worldbuilding around Daredevil is lacking. If he struggles with violence and killing, why doesn't he pray to warrior saints like Saint Michael, Saint Ignatius of Loyola (a former knight), or Saint Joan of Arc? Why isn't there a community of other Catholics he can turn to for guidance, considering New York City has a sizeable population of Catholics? And why are the churches he goes to always empty? Doesn't he know that the Catholic Church supports the just war theory? I think that would have made his burden more bearable.

He goes to church and confesses to punching people and says "imma do it again can i apologize in advance" and the father dude says "no you're meant to stop now" and Matt says "no" and they do this everyday. I'm not remembering it properly but this is a canon interaction i swear

HELLO HI YES I LOVE HIM AND WILL INFOR DUMP ok so. he is a vigalantty and he got named daredevil and he is an orphan and after the age of 12 was raised in an orphanage at a Catholic church and his therapist is his priest via confession abd. also his mother is a nun he has a whole mental breakdown over god and called Job a pussy because he liked god until he got better and liked god again he said "I'm dearedrvil and not even god can stop that now" and he's so cool

matt is a freakish little babygirl who was raised by nuns and definitely has religious trauma. i hate him so much (affectionately)

he’s literally fucking insane about it i don’t know what to say here. he thinks he’s chosen by god to go on some sort of holy quest to save hell’s kitchen. joan of arc ass.

i already know hes in by default j just wanted to give him a personal shout out i love this angsty catholic dweeb

how practicing he is depends on the run, but in my favorite he is quite literally confessing to a member of the last extant order millitant who happens to be a priest at a church in hells kitchen.

i love him for having the funniest version of a trope i usually hate (person gets into confession booth and asks forgiveness not for what they've done, but for what they're about to do). usually this trope just looks silly to me bc like. the priest would just say "i can't do that" and you would have to either awkwardly explain yourself or just Leave. it's funny when matt does it because fr. lantom is probably like "what are you gonna do???" and matt's like "lol. lmao. 😊 hehehe." anyway we love this angry catholic man who dresses up like the devil to beat people up in hell's kitchen

Harrowhark

I'm pretty sure you've already got plenty of submissions for her so I'll just say she was raised in what is basically a cult (technically a nunnery but let's be real) dedicated to keeping the body of the thing that will kill God behind the rock. One of their prayers is actually "I pray the rock is never rolled away". Harrow is extremely devout as penance for her earlier heretical actions in the tomb as a child (spoiler!) so the Catholic guilt really comes through

imagine being a catholic nun and you meet god, but it turns out he’s a twitch streamer from new zealand who became god because everything got a little bit out of hand. and just before you met him you gave yourself a diy grief-fuelled lobotomy with the help of your best frenemy. imagine how insane you’d be. now multiply that insanity by nine. that’s the fictional love of my life right there.

she meets god. she’s not inspired

she’s number one practitioner of space Catholicism. The locked tomb is chock full of Christian (catholic) imagery themes metaphors etc. just look at her she’s got a bone rosary

They're Catholicism with extra bones. Everyone is a nun. They have what is basically a rosary made from knuckle bones. They technically worship the same God as everyone else, but they're waaaay more focused on The Body in the Tomb (Mary) and we get a moment where we find out that while everyone else prays the equivilent of The Lords Prayer, they're doing the equivilent of Hail Mary. And they paint their faces with skulls.

She thinks leaving dry bread in a drawer is taking care of someone. She's in love with a 10,000 year old corpse (the same one they worship). She spent ALL NIGHT digging with her bare hands to make sure a field had bones every 5 feet so she could fight her girlfriend - I mean, greatest enemy. Spoiler territory: She's been puppeting her parents corpses since she was 8 years old. Instead of grieving her dead girlfriend, she gives herself a lobotomy. She makes soup with bone in it so she can use the bone IN THEIR STOMACH to try and kill them.

The author is/was Catholic and the entire series had heavy Catholic overtones. https://www.tor.com/2020/08/19/gideon-the-ninth-young-pope-and-the-new-pope-are-building-a-queer-catholic-speculative-fiction-canon/ A good breakdown of how it's Catholic