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msnameless · 3 days

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I dont know if u write dubcon but can you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a reader who’s self esteem is so low that she decides to break up with gojo only for gojo to aggressively ruin her insides + body worship hehe

I'm not sure if I captured the vibe but i tried lol.

feel free to send asks as alw

❍ ࣪⁎⁺Insecurity⁎⁺˳ .

Gojo Satoru x Reader

You try to break up with Gojo Satoru due to your insecurity but he's having none of that.

(1.5k words, oneshot)

"I can't do this anymore."

"Do what anymore, sweetheart?" Gojo cocked his head and grinned at you mischievously.

"Us, I don't...I just can't. I'm sorry," you stood up and began leaving much to Gojo's alarm.

"Woah woah, hold your horses, little missy," your wrist was tugged back by your boyfriend-turned-ex. Gojo was upon you in a flash.

"Where do you think you're running off to?"

A pair of electric blue eyes burned into yourself as Gojo peered at you intensely. His gaze scanned over you as if trying to uncover a conceivable reason why you'd want to end the relationship. You felt your hairs prick up and shoved him away, mortified.

The silence that hung between the both of you stretched into forever, though in reality, it lasted for merely 3 seconds. Gojo looked astounded, all traces of playfulness now gone.

"What do you mean?" he asked concerned.

"Look, if this is about your leftovers that I-"

"Gojo, please just leave me alone," you begged earnestly, hoping your voice wouldn't break and lead to a meltdown.

You wanted to leave before it could happen, stumbling out the door, heading straight home.

The truth was you had always noticed the sheer gap between you and Gojo in all aspects possible, whether it be in terms of physical attractiveness or power. Everyone knew Gojo Satoru, the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer in the world, the only one to have been born with the Six-Eyes and limitless technique in the last 400 years. He drew eyes whenever he walked into a room, that confident stride promising an easygoingness that came from knowing you would always be far above everyone else.

You knew what people must've thought when they saw you as his girlfriend. You were a mere wallflower, not even deserving of a second glance. You hated it whenever people stared at you for a second longer than you thought necessary, imagined their withering judgement as they took you in with disdain. You felt your clothes tighten, and every flaw on your body became more noticeable than ever.

You compared yourself with just about anyone. Gojo was surrounded by plenty of attractive people such as Shoko Ieiri, and you felt like an ugly duckling amongst them. But you had to hide it. After all, you were Gojo Satoru's girlfriend.

Thus, you began trying to change yourself in a desperate hope that you'd be happier with yourself, going on diets, and working out rigorously.

Nothing ever lasted. You would always go back to your normal self. Disgusting self, was what you thought. The mirror was a dreadful reminder of what you were when you glanced into it every day, and soon that got covered up, too, like your body. All the while, you acted your usual on the outside, keeping up the mask that served to hide your self-loathing.

Things escalated when you feared physical contact with Gojo, thinking that whenever he hugged you from behind, all your rolls of fat could be felt. The insecurity became so crippling that you were utterly miserable until you finally decided to end your relationship with him.

For the next 2 days, you kept to yourself at home, ignoring the incessant texts from Gojo before you blocked him. You thought things were finally over until your door got broken down, blasted open on its hinges by Gojo.

"Oops, didn't mean to be so rough," he shrugged as he strode in.

"Now then. Enough is enough."

The next second, you were lifted up and set in front of Gojo.

"What's your problem, lady? You thought you could just break up with me without a reasonable explanation?" he scoffed.

"Tell me why or I'm not leaving," he demanded.

You tried to speak, but a lump in your throat left you mute. How would you begin to explain the inferiority you felt compared to him? Gojo waited for you patiently, but your voice had vanished.

"If this is about thinking you're not good enough, you'd better stop now," Gojo warned.

He snickered at your questioning look.

"I'm more observant than people give me credit for. Did you think I wouldn't see the way you shy away from my hugs?" he pouted before sighing dramatically.

"This is an emergency, I can't have my sweetheart hating herself, now can I?" he mumbled, hand holding his chin in thought.

"Got it! I guess I'll just have to drill it into you then," he smirked, eyes darkening as he pressed feather kisses from your forehead to your eyes, cheeks, lips, neck, making his way down slowly. Compared to his kisses, his rough hands caressed your body urgently, kneading and stroking all the places where you used to allow him to do so before growing insecure.

"I love you here, here, here..." he whispered sensually, starting to life your shirt over your head but you stopped him, afraid of being bared.

"Don't-"

Gojo silenced you with a kiss, biting harshly on your lips.

"Uh-uh, let me work my magic and make you feel real good, kay?" Gojo grinned maniacally.

You didn't dare to speak under his feral gaze and he took it as a sign to continue.

The air hummed with electricity. You felt your body flush as the room turned stuffy, becoming indescribably hot. Gojo's touches burned your skin and you could feel a raw desire pooling in your stomach as his fingers danced all over the curves and dips of your body.

You were helpless under Gojo's ministrations and soon laid under him in all your glory.

It had been too long for Gojo since he was allowed to admire you. After all, you had distanced yourself from him and it was now time to make up for what he missed out on. Gojo paused his teasing and looked down at you before opening his mouth.

"Buckle up, sweetheart."

All you remembered of the next few hours was pure bliss as well as you and Gojo chanting each other's names like a mantra. He slammed into you over and over again, never faltering, all while whispering sweet nothings into your hair. Your body was stretched to its limits and the sensations made you see stars in your vision. It was too much yet never enough at the same time.

His long and slender fingers constantly prodded in and out of you, swiping and circling where he knew it felt irresistible. Impossibly quick, tantalizingly slow; over and over again in a vicious cycle, to the point where it had you begging for his sadistic torture to end, granting you release. Gojo knew your body better than yourself, and could rely on his deft fingers alone to strip you of your defenses.

Gojo worked himself to the bone, playing you like an instrument expertly as you tried but failed to stifle noises that would make a sailor blush.

You almost came multiple times, just for Gojo to stop after driving you to the edge and pulling you back again. He frowned at you in mock disappointment.

"I don't like it when you cover yourself," he taunted derisively. From then on, Gojo made sure your mouth was free to make any noise he wanted you to, unless of course he chose to fill it up himself personally.

The taste of salt and passion permeated your senses, prompting you to understand exactly what it meant to be claimed by Gojo.

Ruffling your hair, Gojo kept praising you, coaxing climaxes out from your body time after time. It was almost too much and you trembled from the insistent stimulation.

"Just like that, one more time? You're doing so well," he cooed. Even if you couldn't, you had to. Gojo never halted his actions to let you catch your breath. In and out, in and out, Gojo moved at a speed that was more beast than man. You howled his name, unsure if you were pleading for him to cease and desist or continue.

As the moon shone and sparkled in its obsidian tapestry that was the peaceful night, you and Gojo danced the devil's tango, with Gojo leading. Bodies colliding, breaths mixing, hands entangling, your eyes never dared to leave Gojo's as he demonstrated personally his affections towards you.

He had you enchanted with the way he looked, groaning at the sight of you and kissing anywhere he could on your body. Saliva and sweat pooled together, glimmering on your skins.

Gojo's eyes sparkled brighter than the stars as he stared down at your body ardently, raking over everything. Bodies still connected, he clasped your hand and linked your fingers together, bringing them to his mouth. His eyes never leaving yours, Gojo kissed every single one of your knuckles.

"You're so pretty, y'know that?" he sighed.

"I never want to stop loving your body."

The next morning, your body was littered with black and purple marks, a reminder of what went down the night before. You stumbled getting out from bed and was caught in Gojo's embrace. He chuckled amusedly, hair tousled from slumber.

"Woah there, looks like someone had too much fun last night. Your legs still working or nah?" he teased.

You shrieked and whacked him in response.

"Seriously, I love you just the way you are. You're gorgeous in my eyes and that's all that matters," Gojo mumbled, head lying above yours.

Gojo's voice then took on a more lethal edge.

"Or do we have to start this ritual of worshipping you every night?"

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk oneshot #jjk x reader #msnameless

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zweiginator · 5 hours

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yes !! art feeling left out of the whole patrick-tashi and her roommate thing that he only found out about because patrick of course told him and he's so fucking jealous because he always had the biggest crush on reader ...

yes yes YES!

imagining patrick and tashi go out with art one day. art is crossing his fingers hoping you'll be there but you aren't. you had gone home for the weekend.

and he notices how weird tashi and patrick are acting. they're much more cuddly and happy-go-lucky. weird, because they normally are way more argumentative with each other, more hotheaded. not that they had a bad relationship--that was just them.

"you guys seem--happy." art says. they are at their favorite pizza place.

"all three of us won our matches, why wouldn't we be?" tashi looks confused; she takes a sip of her water.

"i mean like, generally. not that that's bad--just curious."

patrick shrugs. does this stupid little smirk that drives art mad. like he's trying to be coy but also wants to let you know that something big definitely happened.

so he and patrick do their tug-of-war. patrick lets on that he has news, art asks him to tell him. patrick says no, no, i can't. art ends up begging until patrick decides he will be a good friend and let him in on the secret.

he looks at tashi. who clearly doesn't want patrick to tell art, but she rolls her eyes and says go ahead.

"we've been--" patrick pauses. for dramatic effect or just to gather his thoughts--art doesn't know. "fooling around with y/n."

art's face drops. "like tashi's roommate?" he has so many questions. "what do you mean, fooling around? we?"

"i dunno." patrick shrugs. "she's inexperienced so we are showing her the ropes, i guess. not a big deal."

"so you're having-" art lowers his voice. "threesomes?"

"no. i wouldn't consider it a threesome at all."

patrick explains the dynamic. art shouldn't be asking about this, and realistically, they shouldn't be delving into all this with a third party--but they can't help it. they like the novelty of it all. how taboo it is. and patrick loves to one-up art. to peacock.

so art listens to how patrick ate your pussy. patrick goes into everything in such intricate detail. art almost shatters his glass when tashi and patrick explain how they taught her how to suck cock.

"jesus christ." is all art can say. it's not like it makes him respect you less, but he is jealous. he has been right there, a close friend of tashi and patrick's for years, close enough for you to grasp onto him--for years. and you choose patrick. a tale as old as time.

"you okay, artie?" tashi asks. she reaches over the table to touch art's hand.

patrick knows that look on art's face. that seething yet boyish anger that permeates his features. makes him look livid and like a dejected, abandoned little puppy all at once. patrick has only seen that look during situations when art is fucking infuriated. when they were little, it happened when art dropped his ice cream cone. then it became commonplace when art lost a tennis match. and from his adolescence and into early adulthood patrick had only seen it one time--when patrick went on a date with a girl he liked.

but that was a date. an innocuous date to a shitty movie. they never kissed and they never saw each other again. so this look was menacing, it had a bite to it.

but art felt stupid being upset. he had never told anyone about his crush; it felt easier that way, when he was inevitably let down. but patrick had everything--the tennis skills, the wealthy family, the pretty, perfect girlfriend that everyone on campus wanted. it felt like a fucking kick to the stomach to art that he got you too. and of course, to patrick, you were just another notch in his belt.

"fuck." patrick feels awful. he knows how art gets with crushes. idealizes them, let them suffocate his thoughts, self-sabotage, rinse, repeat. he rests his head in his hands. "dude, i didn't know. i'm sorry."

tashi interjects. "what am i missing?"

"art has a crush on her."

"why didn't you tell us we could've-"

art interrupts tashi. "well it's too late now.

"hear me out." nothing good patrick has ever said has started with those words. but art listens. "join us for a lesson."

"do you fucking hear yourself patrick?" art crumples a napkin, throws it on his plate. "i just told you i like this girl--who you're not even romantically involved in beyond corrupting her--and you're saying oh, i can share her with you. like, fuck off."

"will you just listen?"

"no, i won't." he gets up, fumbles with his car keys. "fuck you guys. all you do is think about yourselves. you have these weird fantasies of like, dominating everyone you know. all your relationships have an awkward fucking hierarchy. like, have you ever thought of just being normal? having normal relationships with people? whatever you're doing with her--isn't normal. it's fucking manipulative. and we all know that anything you guys can't manipulate isn't worth your fucking time. so i'll just leave now."

(angsty cliffhanger for dramatic effect)

#ask #challengers #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig smut #challengers smut #art donaldson #patrick zweig x tashi duncan x reader #art donaldson x reader #we all know its the jealousy talking that boy wants to get his dick wet too come on!!!!!

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ioveartfilm · 1 day

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𝐀𝐂𝐓 Ⅰ 𝐀𝐂𝐓 Ⅲ

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You never imagined things would go so wrong. Maybe you shouldn’t have tried in the first place.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 / 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: Hollywood AU, Mentions of Sex, Mature Content, 18+, Violence, Death, Dark Themes, Murder, Mentions of Suicide, Implied/References to Cheating, Slow Burn, Mental Health Issues, Past Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Enemies to Lovers, Explicit Language, Miscommunication, Abuse of Alcohol/ Alcoholism, Miscarriages, Betrayals, etc.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

What does a man truly desire in life? Is it wealth, fame, or respect? Some posit that wealth is the ultimate aspiration, asserting that with financial abundance, one can effortlessly procure respect and attain fame. Others contend that fame is the key to success, as it can unlock doors to vast fortunes. Some prioritize respect, asserting that being recognized and valued by others naturally leads to prosperity and prominence.

But why should one be compelled to choose among these ambitions? Why navigate through life in pursuit of just one when it is possible to attain all three?

“Eyes in front, handsome.” The man across the table quipped with a chuckle.

“Can you blame me? There are a lot of beauties here tonight.” The other responded, raising his glass and taking a languid sip, his gaze riveted on the showgirls performing their routines. The whistles and cheers permeated the establishment, amplifying the exuberant atmosphere.

The first man followed the other's gaze, nodding in accord, “Indeed, tonight appears more vibrant than ever.” He observed the other's unwavering focus on a particular showgirl. Raising an eyebrow subtly, he continued, casting him a discerning glance, “Anyone that caught your attention?”

The second man grinned, his eyes lingering on the showgirl as she pirouetted gracefully on stage, her sequined attire shimmering under the radiant lights. “Perhaps one or two.”

After a moment, he diverted his attention from the stage. “But that’s not our purpose here, is it?” he continued, shifting his focus entirely to his companion. “As for business, I regret to inform you that I'll have to decline your proposal.”

The first man hummed contemplatively, “Is that your definitive answer?”

With a casual shrug, the second man reclined in his seat. “I'm sorry, but that's my conclusion. I don't perceive you as a suitable business partner. You're deficient in the requisite expertise and, more crucially, the power to make things happen.”

He cocked a brow a glint of amusement twinkling in his eyes. “Power, you say? What makes you think I lack it?”

“Look, you've appeared out of nowhere, attempting to stake a claim on every piece of territory you can grab. You might be all talk and no ability to match my influence.”

“Ah, but doesn't that make it more intriguing? Wouldn't you want to linger a bit longer to ascertain whether I possess the capabilities you seek in a partner?”

The second man paused, tapping his fingers on the table as he weighed the proposition, before ultimately dismissing it. “Regrettably, I don't have the luxury of time to discover. Besides, if roles were reversed, would you place your trust in someone such as yourself?”

The first man let out a hearty laugh, his entire demeanor shaking with mirth, “I suppose you have a point there”

“Well, if that's everything, I must bid you farewell and attend to other pressing matters.” The second man replied politely, his tone suggesting a finality to their discussion as he prepared to take his leave.

“Wow, we've only just begun. Why rush off now?”

“Look, I don't need an amateur in my business. Show me the results, and then we can talk. But until then, my answer remains unchanged.” He stated, his demeanor shifting, his gaze now piercing.

There was a pregnant pause before the first man removed his hat, unveiling piercing blue eyes and hair as pristine as freshly fallen snow, immaculately styled. Setting his hat upon the table with deliberation, he spoke with measured resolve, “I understand your caution. You're protective of your hard-earned success. But remember, we've only just crossed paths. And those familiar with me understand one thing—I don't take 'no' for an answer.”

At the weight of his words, the other man tensed, frowning. “What? Is that supposed to intimidate me?”

The white-haired man shrugged with a sly grin, “You tell me. Are you willing to collaborate, or should I simply assume control of everything you own?”

Before the second man could make a move, the white-haired man acted swiftly, discharging his firearm directly into his chest. The report of the firearm echoed throughout the establishment, sparking widespread panic and chaos as customers scrambled to escape the scene.

Footsteps hurried toward his table, as numerous arms trained on him, ready to shoot him on spot. He raised his hands in surrender tricking the group he had given up, however, a group emerged from the shadows, engaging the opposing faction in a surprise attack, enabling him to slip away from imminent peril.

The venue erupted into chaos, bullets flying relentlessly. He dashed towards the stage where the showgirls had recently performed, now deserted as everyone fled at the first sound of gunfire. Soon, a showgirl reappeared from the shadows dressed in a resplendent white attire embellished with silver. Her eyes spotted the white-haired man waiting in front.

With a faint, knowing smile, she approached and gracefully walked to the edge of the stage as he extended his hand for her to take, effortlessly sweeping her off her feet and into his arms. “Come on, darling, it's time to go. You've had your fun.”

The couple, with hands intertwined, swiftly exited the chaotic scene, reaching the waiting vehicle. Once inside, he drew her close, embracing her in a prolonged and passionate kiss that seemed to suspend time. When they finally parted, traces of her crimson lipstick lingered on his lips.

“You were incredible tonight, my love.” He murmured, his voice brimming with admiration. “You had them wrapped around your finger.”

His beloved chuckled with a hint of mischief, delicately wiping her lipstick from his lips with her fingertips. “I shone brightly tonight because you were watching.” she quipped, her eyes dancing with playful delight. His gaze intensified with longing as he leaned in once more, their lips meeting in another embrace filled with ardor.

Before their intimacy could progress further, she withdrew from their kiss, her voice tinged with anticipation. “Did you bring it?” she inquired eagerly. With a knowing smile, he nodded, gently squeezing her knee.

“I have it. It's in the back.”

With a delighted laugh, she drew him close for a brief yet intense kiss before turning her attention to the backseat. There, she retrieved a heavy handgun with a lustrous brown finish.

“The latest model.” He stated proudly. “I trust it meets your expectations.”

“Meets them? I adore it!” She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she ran her hand along the smooth surface of the weapon.

Their moment of peace shattered as members of the rival band began to exit the venue, intent on their capture. “Time to depart, my love.” He announced coolly, firing up the engine. Their vehicle surged through the city streets with reckless abandon, a trail of enemy vehicles in hot pursuit.

Without hesitation, his beloved climbed out of the window, gun in hand, a determined gleam in her eye. With a fierce grin, she unleashed a relentless barrage of gunfire at their pursuers' vehicles, each shot aimed with deadly precision. Her face lit up with exhilaration, reveling in the chaos unfolding around them. The streets echoed with the cacophony of screeching tires and gunfire.

Back at the previous scene, a handful of loyal men stayed behind, frantically trying to staunch their boss's bleeding as he slumped deeper into his seat. The wound was too deep and there was nothing else they could do to save him.

Struggling against the encroaching darkness, he managed to gasp out his final command, his voice weak but filled with desperate resolve. “Satoru Gojo. Hunt him down… and ensure he pays at any cost!”

“What do you say, my love? Shall we celebrate with a couple of drinks?” Satoru proposed to his partner, a hint of mischief in his tone as their pursuers struggled to keep up with their increased speed.

His lover settled back into her seat, his lips curling into a wide grin, “I love the idea.” She replied enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of celebrating their successful escape. As they sped through the city streets, the lights seemed to dance in celebration around them, echoing their triumphant mood.

You groaned audibly as your phone rang insistently, signing an incoming call. Sprawled across your bed with your head buried in your pillow, you reluctantly reached out to retrieve your phone from the nightstand. Sitting up, your disheveled hair fell into your eyes, and you brushed it away with one hand to see Shoko's ID flashing on the screen.

“What time is it?” You mumbled, still groggy. Glancing at the time displayed in the corner of your phone screen, you realized it was already past 8. You hadn't realized you had slept that long. Surprisingly, the headache was long gone. With a weary sigh, you answered the call.

“Hey! I'm on my way, and I've got Chinese food with me. I know it's your favorite.” Shoko's cheerful voice greeted you.

Bless her soul.

“Shoko, you're a lifesaver.” You murmured, your mouth already watering at the thought of food.

She chuckled warmly on the other end. “I know, right? Anyways, I want to hear all about what happened today. I mean everything—every detail, every conversation. No holding back.”

“Fine fine. Get here soon, I'm starving.” You replied, a hint of impatience creeping into your voice.

After ending the call, you stretched your arms above your head, feeling the satisfying pop of your joints. You swung your legs off the bed and stood up, heading to the kitchen.

You grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with cold water, taking a long sip as you leaned against the counter, savoring the cool liquid, the coolness soothing your dry throat.

I want to hear all about what happened today. I mean everything—every detail, every conversation. No holding back.

Shoko's earlier words echoed in your mind. You had no clue where to begin.

Not long after, a knock sounded at your apartment door, announcing Shoko's arrival. You opened it eagerly, immediately taking the bags of food from her hands, and hurried back to the kitchen to set it down.

“Hello? Yes, I'm doing fine, thanks for asking.” Shoko said, feigning offense.

You chuckled apologetically, “I'm sorry, love. I told you I was starving, and I haven't done groceries yet. There's not much here to cook something decent. Please, come in.”

After settling down, both of you found yourselves back in the living room. You were savoring your third plate of food while Shoko lounged on the other end of the couch, one hand propped against her cheek.

Her brown eyes bore into you with an impatient expression. Swallowing a mouthful of food, you raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I didn't come all the way here to watch you eat. Spill the details.” She pressed.

“Ugh, I know it was my first time reuniting with my coworkers after a long time but nothing really happened believe me.” You tried to downplay.

“As if I was born yesterday.” Shoko retorted, seeing right through your attempt to brush off the topic.

“Alright.” You replied, setting your plate down on the table before you. “You already know I have a tumultuous relationship with Satoru.”

“Oh yes, the perennial dilemma,” Shoko remarked dryly. “And?”

Exhaling deeply, you shifted in your seat, crossing your legs and brushing them against Shoko's. “Well, we went out to this lovely Mexican restaurant and everything went fairly normal, except for dealing with Satoru—”

“Yes, the guy you can't stand,” Shoko interjected with an eye roll. “We get it. And?”

“Right.” You continued, “Anyways, there was a moment when it was just me and Evelyn, my other coworker… and something happened between us. It was really strange. Everything happened so...fast.”

Shoko's interest was piqued. “Oh, how so?” She probed, leaning forward slightly.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, reflecting on the earlier events.

Turns out that talking with Suguru was unexpectedly refreshing. He took the initiative to steer the conversation, sparing you the awkwardness of finding a topic. You discovered that he was genuinely interesting, with a wealth of things to share. His words intrigued you as he effortlessly transitioned between topics that crossed his expansive mind. On the other side of the table, however, sat Satoru and Evelyn. Despite trying to ignore it, you couldn't shake the feeling of Satoru occasionally casting glances your way when you weren't looking at him.

Suddenly, Suguru's phone rang, and he excused himself to take the call, promising to return shortly. You nodded with a polite smile as you watched him leave. Evelyn soon followed, excusing herself to the bathroom, leaving you alone at the table with Satoru. Just great.

You pulled out your phone, lacking the energy to engage with him. You noticed that Satoru mirrored your actions, engrossed in his own device. The waiter arrived soon after with your orders. Opting for a salad, you placed your plate on the table, only to find that it was slightly oversized for the space, causing your plate to collide with Satoru's with an audible clink.

“Can you move your food a little to your side?” You suggested, avoiding eye contact.

“Why should I? You're the one who ordered that oversized salad plate.” Satoru retorted, his tone edged with sarcasm, having no intention of moving.

Your irritation spiked, but you chose to ignore his comment, focusing instead on trying to enjoy your meal in peace. However, the strong odor from Satoru's seafood dish wafted over, making you instinctively scrunch your nose in distaste. You absolutely hate the pungent smell of seafood.

“No wonder your breath stinks.” You muttered under your breath, more to yourself than to him. Not realizing you had spoken aloud until Satoru glanced up at you, his fork paused mid-air.

“Too bad.” He replied nonchalantly, brushing off your comment, before resuming his meal without further acknowledgment.

Satoru remained engrossed in his meal, oblivious to the fact that his drink had spilled until it soaked his pants. He choked on his food out of surprise.

“What the—!” he exclaimed angrily.

You held up your hands in defense. “I warned you there wasn't enough space.”

You stifled a snort at the sight of his expression, though it only made you appear more guilty.

Satoru sneered and stood up abruptly. “You're so childish, it's not even funny.” With a huff, Satoru turned away to clean himself off. Once he was out of earshot, you couldn't contain your amusement, laughing freely at the situation. He deserves the worst after spreading rumors about you at work.

Absorbed in mocking Satoru, you didn't notice Evelyn returning from the bathroom. She was taken aback by the sight of you laughing as if there were no tomorrow. In fact, it was her first time seeing you laugh.

“What's so funny?” She inquired, curious about the reason behind your laughter.

Caught off guard, you quickly composed yourself, your laughter gradually subsiding. “Oh, nothing important, just something that came to mind.”

You and Evelyn ate in silence, the atmosphere between you easing into a comfortable quiet. After a while, Evelyn spoke up, her voice hesitant but earnest.

“Forgive me for mentioning this out of the blue, but I've been an admirer of yours for a long time.” Evelyn confessed, her eyes reflecting genuine admiration. “Your work has been a constant inspiration to me over the years. I consider you my role model.”

Her words caught you by surprise, and you paused, setting down your utensils to give her your full attention.

“I had no idea,” You began, touched by her sincerity. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

Evelyn, emboldened by your response, continued with a shy smile, “I never expected to come this far. There were moments when I almost gave up, but seeing your dedication and success kept me going. Now, here I am. In a way I have to thank you for inspiring me in days of distress.”

Receiving admiration from fans over the years for your performances was nothing new, but hearing it from another accomplished actress like Evelyn, warmed your heart. Evelyn, a younger actress with less experience than you but whose performances were nonetheless impressive. Dressed in a blue sundress accented by a shimmering pearl collar that complemented her delicate collarbone and radiant smile. She was truly a beauty with remarkable talent, and you felt deeply honored to be considered her role model.

As you glanced at her, a genuine smile curled across your face. “I'm truly honored to have played a part in your journey. It means a lot to hear that I've made an impact.”

Her smile broadened. “When I found out I would be working with you, I couldn't sleep properly for days, just thinking about meeting you in person. But then…” She paused for a brief moment, “You didn't seem very approachable that day.”

Ah, yes. Reflecting on that first reunion with the cast, you nodded slowly. It hadn't been your best day, and you hadn't realized the impact it had left. Over time, you had unknowingly cultivated a reputation for being aloof and reserved. But with Satorus's words circling around, nobody tried to approach you outside work, until today. Isn’t like it bothered you, until Satoru got in your nerves. You accepted out of impulse just to prove this jerk that you didn't see yourself better than others.

“I never intended to make anyone uncomfortable.” You replied, folding your hands on the table. “However, it's true that I prefer to maintain a boundary between my personal life and work. I choose not to extend personal relationships with the people I work with.”

As you explained your perspective, Evelyn nodded in understanding.

You exhaled, pausing briefly to collect your thoughts before continuing “While I prefer to keep personal matters separate from work, I'm open to discussing thoughts about the project during work hours. I'd be happy to hear what's on your mind and of course here as we eat.”

Upon hearing this, Evelyn stared back at you with wide eyes. “Really?”

You nodded again, a faint smile playing on your lips at the sight of her excitement.

As the conversation continued, you found yourself wondering what in the world Satoru was still doing in the restroom. It's not like you spilled acid on his pants—what could he possibly be doing in there? And as for Suguru, well, it seemed his phone call was going to take forever. At this rate, their food would get cold. You struggled to stay engaged with Evelyn, who was speaking earnestly. The lingering headache from the hangover persisted, though it had become slightly more bearable.

“I was deeply saddened when I heard you suddenly left mid-project in Heaven Above. Everyone was eagerly anticipating seeing you on screen. It was such a depressing day when the news got out.” Your entire body tensed as she brought up your latest project, a topic you desperately wanted to avoid. However, it wasn't the fact that she bought your last project of two years ago that made you uncomfortable but rather the unexpected words that followed.

Oblivious to your discomfort, Evelyn continued, “Many rumors circulated, and it truly angered me how they dismissed you. Nobody should speak ill of anyone without knowing the reasons. I know for a fact that you were innocent and—”

The air grew thick with tension, and you cut her off sharply. “What did you said?”

Evelyn, startled by your tone, she met your intense gaze with widened eyes. “You were innocent?”

Your sudden departure from Heaven Above was shrouded in mystery, and despite the rampant speculation, no one knew the real story, and you had worked hard to keep it that way. Evelyn's words hit a raw nerve, intensifying your unease.

Innocent. Innocent. Innocent. What the hell does this girl know?

Sensing your rising agitation, Evelyn quickly tried to backtrack, “I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? Please forgive me I didn’t mean—”

Your hand shot across the table, grasping her wrist with more force than you intended. “What do you know? What on earth are you talking? You know something don’t you? Spill!” You demanded in a low, threatening tone, your grip tightening.

“You’re going to pay for what you did! I’m not gonna let you go away with it. I’m innocent!”

“Do you honestly think anyone will side with you after the scandal you're embroiled in? You're only digging yourself deeper. You’re no doing shit. Besides, I'm not at fault here. Who do you think you're fooling? You wanted it just as much as I did.”

“I swear don't know anything—Ow! You're hurting me!” Lost in your turmoil, you didn't realize your strength until Satoru's voice cut through the fog.

“HEY!” Satoru had returned from the restroom, rushing towards the table. His forceful shove broke your grip on Evelyn, snapping you back to reality.

As you struggled to regain your composure with trembling breaths, you glanced at Evelyn, who cradled her reddened wrist against her chest. Then, you reluctantly met Satoru's gaze. His eyes bore into you with a depth of pure hatred, a level of animosity you had never witnessed in his beautiful blue eyes.

You realized you had messed up. Bad. You have no idea how will you recover from this.

Quickly, you rose from your seat, fumbling for your wallet and throwing some bills on the table before bolting out of the restaurant. As you rushed out, Suguru, just finishing his call, he saw you fleeing. Startled by the sight, he called after you.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Where are you going!” But his words were lost to you as you fled, desperate to get home as fast as possible, your mind a whirlwind of regret and confusion. Your thoughts were a chaotic jumble, replaying the scene over and over.

Innocent. Innocent. Innocent.

How you got home became a distant memory.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Back in the present, Shoko sympathizes with you after you finish recounting your day. You shook your head, rubbing the space between your eyebrows as you stared down at your lap.

“Maybe she really didn't know a thing, and I overreacted. I'm a terrible person, Shoko.”

“No, you are not,” Shoko replied firmly, scooting closer and taking your hands in hers. “Yes, you shouldn't have reacted so violently, but it's something you're still dealing with, and it's hard to move on from such a traumatic experience.”

You exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of her words. “I just…I don't know how to cope with it sometimes. I thought I had it under control, but clearly, I don't. It’s been 2 years Shoko. I can’t hold onto the past, otherwise I will go mad.”

Shoko squeezed your hands gently, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion. “It's okay to struggle, and it's okay to feel lost. What happened to you is significant and it's natural for the memories to haunt you. But know that you are not alone in this. You have me no matter what happens.”

The feelings you had been suppressing all day finally burst forth, and you let out a choked sob. “You always know what to say.” You murmured, tears streaming down your face. Quickly, you wiped them away, sniffing softly.

Shoko smiled warmly, reaching out to tenderly brush away your tears. “Don't cry, you have such a pretty face.”

“Thank you. I don't know what I’d do without you. I love you.”

With a playful grin, Shoko replied, “I know, I’m awesome.”

You laughed, then groaned dramatically in a matter of seconds, slumping against the couch, rubbing your face in frustration. “Tomorrow is going to be so awkward. I have to go back to work and face them.”

Shoko patted your shoulder reassuringly. “Well, for starters, you should apologize to Evelyn properly. I'm sure everything will be alright.”

“Evelyn isn't the only issue. It's Satoru too. He already hates me, I can't imagine how much more he will loathe me for this.”

Shoko quirked an eyebrow at you, staring intently. “I thought you didn't care about him.”

“I don't!” You quickly retorted. “I just don't want to hear more from him, especially since I hurt his little girlfriend.”

“Are they really together?” Is that even a question.

“I'm sure they are. Those two are always together.”

“Sounds like someone's jealous.”

“What world are you living!” You cried out, playfully nudging her leg off the sofa. “Just the idea of liking Satoru Gojo makes me physically ill!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

“Satoru, maybe you should ease up on the drinking.”

“Ah, dear Evelyn, always so thoughtful. I don't know what I would do without you.” Satoru found himself drinking to the point of intoxication. Yet no amount of alcohol could drown his pain. His dear friend Evelyn had come to his apartment after Satoru drunkenly texted her, confessing she was the only person he wanted to see—to behold her gorgeous eyes and smile.

With a soft exhale, she moved to sit beside him on the couch, gently taking the bottle of wine from his grip and setting it aside. “Come on, let me help you to bed.”

“Noo, let's stay here. I want to talk with you. You came all the way here, at least let me enjoy your company for a moment.” He protested, his pleading gaze tugging at her heart.

After a moment's hesitation, she relented with a nod. “Alright. I will stay, tell me what's on your mind.”

“Ugh. You already know.” He began with exasperation. “I've got just a couple of weeks to quit the project, and If I don't my father will take legal action against them.” His eyes slowly darkening as he spoke further, “I can't believe he's willing to go this far.

Evelyn reached out, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I'm sure we can find a solution. You have a passion for acting; they can't just crush your dreams like that.”

After a moment of contemplative silence, Satoru turned towards her, extending his hand to clasp hers. “It's hopeless. My father wields immense influence. I guess this is the end for me.” He lamented, his voice weighted with resignation. Evelyn let him hold her hand, offering whatever comfort she could muster.

“But,” He continued, his tone tinged with melancholy, “I've cherished my time with everyone. It has been an invaluable experience I wouldn't trade for anything. And… I've had the privilege of knowing you.” He lifted her hand, brushing his lips against her knuckles, sending a shiver down her spine. “I've come to know the most beautiful and talented girl in the world.” He murmured against her skin. Time seemed to stand still as Satoru leaned in, his longing apparent, while Evelyn remained still.

He delicately cradled her face, caressing her skin with tender reverence, handling her as though she were fragile as porcelain. However, his desire to taste her soft lips remained unfulfilled as she turned her face aside, her expression inscrutable.

“You're drunk, Satoru. We shouldn't.” She whispered, grounding him in reality.

Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand, letting it fall languidly onto the couch. “You're right. I'm sorry.”

For the following days, Evelyn stayed by his side. His time was getting near and he already prepared himself to accept his father's conditions. However, one balmy weekend afternoon, Evelyn insisted on whipping up a culinary delight to uplift his spirits before he braved the conversation about his resignation with the production team. As he scrolled through his phone, an unfamiliar number adorned his screen. Initially skeptical, he nearly declined the call, but curiosity compelled him to answer with a poised, “Hello?”

“Good afternoon, am I addressing Mr. Satoru Gojo?” A middle-aged voice greeted him from the other end.

“Yes. Who’s speaking?”

“Ah, please forgive my lack of introduction. I am Peter Bridle, a casting director. While my name may not ring a bell, I'm certain you are familiar with my boss, Director Ang Lee.”

Satoru froze at the mention of the name. Director Ang Lee? The famous filmmaker behind one of the greatest movies of all time?

Unaware he had gone silent, Satoru was startled when the voice called out again, thinking the call had disconnected. Quickly composing himself, he responded, “Ah, yes. I've heard of Director Ang Lee.”

“Excellent! We were hoping you might be available to meet with us. Mr. Lee has a keen eye for talent and was impressed with your minor role in the series 'Can I Hold You Tonight'. He wishes to explore potential opportunities with you.”

“You mean…?” Satoru's voice trailed off in disbelief.

“Yes. He would like to arrange a meeting to discuss potential collaborations.”

After Mr. Bridle provided the details, the call ended. Satoru remained seated on the couch, grappling with the surreal turn of events.

“Satoru, food is ready!”

Evelyn's voice floated in from the kitchen, but upon no gaining any response, she stepped into the living room noticing his contemplative demeanor. Concerned, she approached him, inquiring softly, “Hey, what's the matter?”

Before she could react, Satoru rose from his seat and embraced her smaller frame tightly, excitement evident in his actions. “Wow! Hey, what's going on?”

“A miracle happened!” He exclaimed, planting a loud kiss on her cheek with a broad smile, prompting her laughter. “I'm going to be a star!”

From there the title Prince of Hollywood was born.

“Satoru…!” The familiar voice of Suguru called out to him, pulling him out of his reverie.

He turned towards the direction of his voice to see Suguru approaching in his casual clothes.

“Oh, hey Suguru, what brings you here?” Satoru asked, aware that today the team was filming scenes with the new script revisions by Director Chu. Since Suguru and Evelyn weren't involved in the upcoming scenes, they had a couple of free days. He was surprised to find Suguru at the set.

“Just passing by, hoping to catch Director Chu for a quick discussion before I head out. How are the scenes going?” Suguru inquired, noticing Satoru's attire—a sleek black men's suit reminiscent of the 1940s.

“We're about halfway through; currently on a break.” They lapsed into a comfortable silence before Suguru sat down beside him, sensing his friend's troubled demeanor. Unsure of where to start, Satoru turned his gaze towards the bustling set before speaking.

“Where's (Y/N)?”

Satoru's jaw clenched slightly at the mention of your name. “She's probably changing; her scenes are coming up next.”

Suguru noticed Satoru's tension and began cautiously, “Hey, I meant to ask you. What really happened last Saturday?”

Satoru's response was flat and resolute. “I've told you, she assaulted Evelyn. She's a maniac, Suguru.” He avoided eye contact throughout his reply.

“Maybe it was a misunderstanding, I just find that hard to believe—”

Satoru cut him off, his tone hardened. “I saw it with my own eyes. And she hasn't even apologized to Evelyn. She's really something.”

Realizing that reasoning with Satoru was pointless in his current state, Suguru sighed and redirected his focus to the set. Then the quiet was interrupted by the rhythmic clicking of high heels and the sound of feminine laughter, the background dancers announcing their presence. The group of women immediately caught the attention of the two. Come on, they are men. Naturally, they were captivated by the sight.

However, Satorus's eyes widened when you stepped out of the group.

You looked...absolutely stunning.

Your showgirl ensemble featured a white bra top encrusted with sparkling diamonds, revealing a generous amount of skin, stopping just above your navel. Complementing it was a mini skirt made of delicate white feathers, reminiscent of a swan's plumage, which swayed with each graceful step. Your makeup was equally striking; your lips were adorned with a seductive crimson tone, completing the glamorous and alluring look. Even though he hates your guts, he has to admit you are beautiful. But on the other hand, he refuses to acknowledge that you have left him breathless.

“Come on, darling, it's time to go. You've had your fun.”

Even though it was part of the scene, his emotions took control of the moment as he pulled you into a kiss. He kissed you with an intense, almost dangerous passion, his hands cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, unwilling to let go. He kissed you as if it were just the two of you in the world, forgetting entirely that he was on set, surrounded by cameras and crew. He lost himself in the moment, kissing you far longer than the scene called for.

“CUT!” The director's voice finally snapped him out of it. Satoru pulled back abruptly, blinking as his vision slowly came into focus. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what had happened. When his eyes cleared, he saw you staring back at him, your face flushed and eyes wide with surprise.

Shit.

He had crossed a line without even realizing it, letting his emotions get the better of him.

What concerned him more than anything was the nagging question: Did he actually enjoyed the kiss?

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Author’s Note: Hey guys this is the last chapter for the week, I wrote it in a go before my inspo ran out now I am spent. I hope all of you enjoyed the chapter! Also don’t forget to check the playlist! Btw, tumblr doesn’t let me tag some of you, 🥲 pls don’t think I have forgotten.

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russsiangirl · 3 days

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dating tashi duncan.. ( at stanford )

dating tashi duncan had been somewhat of a dream, you had never expected to get yourself tangled up with her. i mean, she's just such a dream and she's all yours. or maybe it's the other way around, you're all hers. yeah, that's it. she owns you, has you on a leash like a dog. she likes having control, relishes in it. the honeymoon phase is heaven, you two are walking each other to and from class, you're going to her practices and games - spending just about every waking moment together. but sometimes you wish she just wasn't so.. well known around campus. she tells you "it's fine, you're the only one i have eyes for baby." one night when you're holding her close and playing with the hem of her shirt. you try your best to believe her, you know deep down that she does mean it. you're the object of her affection, her prized possession. there's just one thing you can't compete with, tennis.

tennis is the one thing you're convinced that tashi could never let go of, without tennis she would simply perish. you don't mind her dedication to the sport, it's one of the things you admire most about her. how she's managed to love and cherish tennis all these years and not get bored from it. she dominates on the court with the racket in her hand - that's her kingdom and she's the fucking queen. she has her claws in the sport, taking it's blood and making it her own. it was her destiny to play tennis. when it's clear her career is gonna take off, you start having doubts. could she really balance all 3 things? what if she met somebody else at a tournament? would she just leave? no, she wouldn't, she loved you so much. or that's what she told you. that's what you chose to believe, that's what you told yourself at night when she was asleep in her dorm. you tried your best to support her, showing up at her games. helping her as best as you could at practices, making sure she was eating properly. making sure that she was in top shape. it's not like your relationship was rocky, it was pretty stable. you two didn't fight often - but when you did. it was bad. tashi was stubborn, she would never let you get the last word in. she was the one who decided when you were forgiven. it pained you to be away from her, pained you to worry about her when she was out and about. you remember when i told you tennis was her first love? i wasn't lying. after your arguments, she would go down to the courts, play her anger out until she almost passed out from exhaustion. sometimes you wished she wasn't so fucking stubborn and she would just accept the fact that you were worried about her. you just wanted her to be okay, to not have all this pressure with classes and the public and tennis. you wished you could just take it from her, lessen the burden a bit. things were going well, until her injury. you had a test that day that you couldn't miss, so you didn't go. you told art that it was okay - he could go in your place as long as he told you how she did. what you didn't expect was that text from him that said 'nurse, now. she's hurt, it's bad.' you immediately spiral. how, why? is it going to fuck up her career, can she still play? you can't really imagine tashi without tennis, the two were conjoined. you run as fast as you can to the nurse, only to find art at her side with her knee wrapped up in something that you don't recognize. there's tears tracks racing down her face and you just want to wipe them away, to kiss her face and tell her that they'll get past this. you pause at the doorway, look at art and pray that the question in your eyes can be answered. that your worries would be just you overthinking once again. but all he gives you is a solemn shake of the head. he stands up from the chair and slowly makes his way out the door to you, his voice a small whisper as he spoke. "they don't know if she'll be able to play again." you stare dejectedly at the tile floor, watching how it reflects your face back at you. the world goes silent around you, the only sound is your heart pounding in your ears. tashi can't play tennis. she can't play the one sport that she's truly loved, the one thing she can't let go of has been ripped away from her. you give art a small nod which he offers back before he makes his way out of the nurse's office, letting you and tashi be alone. you go to her side, hand reaching out to gingerly wipe her tears away. she doesn't yell, doesn't cry, just sits there silently. her body trembling. you two will find a way to work past this, you promise yourself. she had to wear a brace, her steady walk was reduced to a limp as her knee healed up as best as it could. she could continue playing tennis, just not in way she could before. you could see the pain in her eyes, how she was disgusted with herself for letting such a thing happen. it wasn't her fault, you knew that. but she didn't. "tashi, it's not your fault." she hums and nods, pressing a small kiss to your lips. "i know."

her voice is firm, confident. you trust tashi to know her limits. she knows herself better than she knows anybody. you loved that about her, her confidence in herself.

you two eventually settle back into a schedule, eating meals together when you can. going out for dates at least once a month, walking each other to classes. you missed this, the mundane of it all. it was simple and enjoyable. spending time with tashi was as easy as breathing, it felt natural but you also needed it to survive. without her, you felt empty. like a piece of you was missing. to make things a little more official, you buy each other promise rings. a commitment. it wasn't anything too crazy, just a simple band with some jewels - but when you looked down at your hand and saw it - you automatically smiled. it was like having her with you at all times.

you both met the other's family and it went stellar, they both clearly approved of the other and family dinners also became a regular occurence in y'alls schedules. everything felt kinda perfect, for now.

yayy more tashi stuff !!! uhm i didn't expect to write this much but i love her character so much. i need her so bad :(( tashi duncan the woman that u are give me a chance plsss 🙏🙏

also wrote this for a friend of mine bc we both love zendaya.. yea!

like and repost if u liked it !!!

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maesterchill · 3 days

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Pure torture

Drarry | 800 words | Teen rated | Aurors | Implied BDSM

A wee drabbly thing written as a gift for @sweet-s0rr0w's birthday. Hope you have a wonderful day, lovely, and get some time to yourself to relax and of course have some cake. 🎂 'Tis ye old hackneyed trope of Ron being the last to know about Drarry. Based on the @drarrymicrofic song prompt 'Affection' by Between Friends. Unbetaed, so enter with caution.

"—well then don't get caught and tortured," Penelope told Seamus exasperatedly.

All the Aurors were gathered in Meeting Room Three for a briefing, and Seamus was none too happy about the risks of his role in the plan for infiltrating the kidnappers’ hideout. Ron understood why. It was a bloody risky plan.

"I'm only saying," Seamus said, "why can't Malfoy be the one to risk getting tied up and tortured? He likes that kind of thing."

Malfoy was in the middle of taking a quite a large sip of water right as Seamus said that, and he choked rather dramatically, spraying water over the blueprints. Harry jumped up immediately from the table he was perched on and whacked Malfoy on the back. Malfoy gripped the back of a chair and coughed hard several times.

"What?" Malfoy finally got out, his eyes watering. "How in Merlin’s name would you know that?"

"Oh," Seamus said innocently. "Was it meant to be a secret?"

A blush bloomed on Malfoy's cheeks. "You absolute cretin. Has it crossed your tiny mind that there are things that some people like to keep private?"

"Well you should do a better job at keeping it private. Especially if you and Harry being fuckbuddies was supposed to be a secret too."

Malfoy flushed a darker red. "Who told you about that?" he hissed.

“Seamus,” Harry warned.

"Wait, wait," Ron cut in. "Saywhatnow? Is this a joke?” He looked around at all the shaking heads. “Did— did everybody else know about this?"

"Yep," everybody else said at the same time.

"Oh Harry,” Hermione said, “didn't you start locking your Floo after the incident with me? How many other people walked in on you?"

“Mione! You knew too? And you never told me…” Ron’s mind was starting to conjure up all sorts of images of what she might have seen.

"Galloping Godric,” Penelope said. “You actually walked in on them? I mean, I showed up at the wrong time during their duelling practice, but I don't imagine it was as quite the same as that."

Hermione bit her lip. "It was perhaps my fault, I maybe shouldn't have come by unannounced. But it was eleven o’clock in the morning! Not that I’m saying there’s a correct time of day for practising bondage and domination, but…"

"Can we please stop talking about this?" Malfoy said, sitting down in a chair, his face buried in his hands, floppy hair dangling over his fingers.

"No, no,” Penelope said brightly. “If I had to go through the stress of finding out the way I did, I want to know how everyone else found out.” There was a definite note of glee in her voice.

“Harry fell asleep on a stakeout," Parvati said. "That's when I found out he talks in his sleep. Honestly, I'm never going to be able to unhear it."

Neville shrugged. "Their body language, to be honest. ‘S’obvious."

Penelope looked to Flint, and he grimaced. "I'd rather not say.”

She laughed. "Oh that means you totally saw them fucking."

"Please don't," Malfoy said weakly. "I'd like to be treated like a Hufflepuff with a weak constitution—in danger of fainting at the slightest hint of profanity."

Harry chuckled. "You say that like you wouldn't get great pleasure from dropping at my feet."

“Ok, I need to hear more about this,” Penelope said.

Malfoy made a pained noise, and Ron felt like he might be forced to make the selfsame noise if this carried on any longer.

"Okay, have mercy guys,” Harry said, sitting down. “I think Malfoy's about to pass out," and Ron could see Harry was squeezing Malfoy's thigh under the table in a consoling fashion, although really, Harry was looking more amused than anything.

"Look at it this way,” Harry continued, still patting Malfoy's thigh, “now that everybody knows we're dating, we're free to flaunt our love as much as we want. And not sneak around and be kinky in secret."

Everyone groaned. Except Penelope who was nodding. Evil. Pure evil she was.

Ron shook his head. "I can't believe I'm the only one who didn't know. Betrayed! I feel betrayed!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Drama doesn't suit you, darling. You'll live."

"Unfortunately," Ron grumbled darkly.

He noticed Malfoys mouth was hanging open. Then it closed and opened again like he was trying to say something.

"Are we…" Malfoy said, looking at Harry intently, seemingly having got control over his voice, "are we dating?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "Well yeah. Are we not?"

"Oh," Malfoy said. "I— Yes, okay, yes. Potter. That seems… fine."

Harry snorted.

Malfoy whispered, “You said the L word, you know.”

“Yeah,” Harry said in a low voice, intertwining their fingers and setting their clasped hands back on Malfoy's thigh. “I probably did.”

"So, now that’s settled, are we gonna get back to the plan for rescuing the kidnapped Muggles or what?" Seamus asked the rest of the room.

Harry and Malfoy stayed holding hands for the rest of the meeting. Malfoy’s face was still bright red, but he had a smug smile on his face, and really, Ron thought, watching Hermione map out the plan on the whiteboard, he could understand why.

#Happy birthday Sweet!#drarry #drarry microfic #maesterchill writes

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yandere-wishes · 2 days

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hello it is i, your friendly neighborhood sol simp reporting for duty. i loved what you wrote for him last time, so i am here yet again to offer my thoughts that you are free to turn into stories if you so desire

consider: sol and darth teeth both have an intense fascination with you, and it comes to a head when they end up saber battling over who gets your heart (i think that since i have 2 hands, we can all learn to share but i digress)

alternatively: sith master sol. think of how wild the yandere vibes could be if he was just a little.... dark, a little fucked up if u will. he allows his desire to possess, his tendency for attachment to take hold until it corrupts him so deeply that he cannot let go of you

No cause this aligns almost perfectly with my original hopes for the series.

Before we knew anything about the show and just had one sentence to go off of for the plot. I genuinely thought it would be about a Sith acolyte disguised as a former padawan who slowly turns her former master to the dark side. All while plotting against her current Sith master. The story would have ended with the Jedi master and Sith acolyte killing the current Sith master. Then the Jedi master would become the new Sith acolyte and his padawon would be the new Sith master.

Anyway, I digress...

Imagine this...

You are Sol's new padawan, young and edger in all the ways a padawan should be. Desperate to uphold your Jedi legacy. But it's all so hard to become the perfect Jedi when your own master doesn't seem to believe in your abilities. He's smoldering, snuffing out your independence with cotton soft words that cut like blades. Sol constantly keeps you out of harm's way. Refusing to take you on dangerous missions or even let you out on your own. It's exhausting, tiring. Maybe that's why you run away. Maybe it's the guilt you feel whenever you see the unruly love glistening in Sol's soft eyes. He shouldn't love you like this. It's not the Jedi way. Not only have you disgraced your order, but you've ruined your master too. The shame chokes you, hot caol caught between your throat.

This is when "Darth Teeth" finds you. Wondering Coruscant, headed for the transport docks, desperate to flee away from everything. It's here where he tempts you, playing the role of an insightful stranger, a benevolent sympath. It's here where he slowly lures you in. You return to the Jedi temple that night, high off the promises of really learning the secrets of the force. Of training under a new master who wouldn't baby you. Little do you know you're decent to the dark side has already started.

You feel bad about deceiving Sol, truly you do. But it's his fault in the first place. He's the one who forced you into this corner...

Sol is pretty smart so I'm sure he'll piece together what's happening eventually. Maybe when -despite his best efforts- the council deems you ready to become a Jedi knight. It's then that he realizes you've been training under another. He decides to confront this "other master". It will definitely end in a battle between the two. While you're forced to sit there and watch.

I think an ending where -ultimately- Darth Teeth wins would make the most sense. Somehow he's able to turn Sol to the darkside and takes him as his new acolyte. While you, poor little doomed darling are forced to be their little lover. Ensnared once more in the cage you hate so much...

But I agree imagine just how suffocating a dark side Sol would be. He's allowed to embrace his feelings freely and let them control his every move. He'd be so possessive and protective of you!! Never letting you out of his sight, controlling every little thing you do.

I LOVE this concept so so much, the only problem is that the Acolyte has such a small fandom that idk if it warrants me making a full fic. But yeah let me know~💜

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redphlox · 6 hours

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Are you feeling about Touya? I can't imagine Horikoshi it would be way too cruel, especially since him and Shouto need to eat soba together.

Feeling hopeful. I know the general consensus in the Dabi fandom right now is fear and despondency but when I look at the overall picture of the story, Touya dying doesn't make any sense and there's a lot of setup for him to survive.

The random guard/whoever saying Touya is heading toward a slow death means nothing to me. Not when Ujiko, the brilliant (but evil) doctor who saved Touya from certain death on Sekoto Peak, was wrong about Dabi's body not surviving a month after he woke up from the coma. The core of Touya's character is literally about survival and determination, going above and beyond to exceed expectations to live and be seen. I also feel that there might be something within Touya that allows him to survive, which is how he has any fire resistance at all. He was crying actual real tears this chapter instead of blood, which hints that his body is healing. I've seen other people theorize that Shouto's Phosphor has healing properties, which is promising and more in line with the stories' themes and messages than Touya dying again.

Overall, the tone of the Todoroki family arc is positive and hopeful. Yes, Fuyumi quit her teaching position, but one of the students' parents helped her find another one. This means that not only does this one parent believe in her, but so does this new employer. And those kindergarteners that Shouto connected with during the remedial license Arc have been supporting him this entire time. These instances show that society is changing their attitude towards the relatives of those who commit crimes and are willing to accept the Todorokis back into society and are literally cheering for them. This doesn't change the fact that some people will definitely hate them, but it's not all doom and gloom. And the soba thing - what a way to connect to someone who was born to replace you! That's a deep connection right there, and that's good. The story has focused a lot on connections and how life-saving and important those can be. Dying would rip that connection and go against the themes

Also, I feel like the Todoroki family would be much more worried and emotionally wrecked if they thought Touya was actually dying. Endeavor keeps talking to Touya about the future and visiting him. Unless all of them are in denial about what is happening, then why would they torture themselves talking about something that can't happen? All these conversations they want to have etc etc. It would be cruel, and Horikoshi is a sensitive guy. I don't think he could write something like that, and it doesn't fit what he's written so far.

To go further than Touya, I wouldn't be surprised if we see Toga and Spinner also on their deathbeds currently too, tbh. I'm thinking that mysterious new character (who is Tenko, no doubt), saved by his regeneration quirk, may help them. There's set up for it via Kurogiri telling Shigaraki his friends are waiting for him, and not to mention Shigaraki's always been the hero of the lov. He might not have saved them emotionally like the hero kids did, but he can save them physically. I'm not sure how exactly it'll all happen but I think they will all be okay in the end.

I know some readers have a different, more critical/negative opinion than I do, and that's fine. Ever since Shigiraki died, I've been saying that it's going to get worse before it gets better and that we're not going to see a resolution to that soon, and that's all been happening. I hate this saying, but, it's not over till the fat lady sings. I'm just going to keep on reading. I keep telling my friends this over and over again but it's kind of like reading the last Harry Potter (author is dead to me) book and stopping/rage quitting when Harry is killed by Voldemort in the forest. Keep reading. The story is not over yet, and a lot can change for the better. Let Horikoshi tell his story.

#bnha #bnha 426 #bnha spoilers #bnha asks

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Resident Lover incorrect quotes pt.2: Electric Boogaloo

(cause yall liked the last one)

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Daniela: Would you slap Cassandra for a million lei?

Bela: I would roundhouse kick her in the face for free.

MC: Aw, you threw a party for me? That's so nice of you-

Angie: I accidentally filled one of the balloons with poisonous gas so if any of them pop we might die.

Elena: I hope you have a good explanation for this.

Cassandra: Actually, I have three. Pick your favorite.

Cassandra: See? She thinks I'm funny.

Bela: Statistically, I suppose someone has to.

MC: Imagine stabbing someone with a lightsaber knife.

Bela: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed. So it's not very useful.

Mia: If you want information, it is.

Cassandra: And, in order, we see a Gryffindor, a Ravenclaw, and a Slytherin.

Angie: Why would you stab a person when you can have VODKA?

Cassandra: There's the Hufflepuff.

MC: Alcina. Wake up.

Alcina: Ugh, it's three in the morning. What do you need?

MC: I need you to- Are you wearing makeup?

Alcina: I have to look good in case I die in my sleep.

Donna: MC, please, no one here knows we’re dating.

Elena, walking by: Yes they do.

Angie: I will now drink 8 cans of beer in 3 minutes.

Daniela: Nope! No you won't, because if you do that, you will die.

Cassandra: I'm the type of person who likes to think things through.

Daniela: Remember that time you tried to eat a marshmallow while it was still on fire?

Daniela: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

Cassandra: That would suck because you can't microwave metal...

Bela: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

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If you want more than leave a like or a comment or whatever!

#alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #lgbtq #resident evil 8 #resident lover #resident lover daniela #resident evil incorrect quotes #resident evil village #resident evil memes #resident lover bela #resident lover mia #resident lover miranda #resident lover incorrect quotes #resident lover cassandra #resident lover alcina #incorrect quotes

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Do you have any socials cause I would really like to be friends 😭😭

anon!!!! i would love to be friends with you, and i was going to send you my twitter username, but unfortunately joostwt has discovered my tantu fic and is NOT happy about it 🙃 hey, i should be grateful for the free shout-out, right? even though they could've left a like, considering they already went out of their way to screenshot it and post it on their twitter account...

so, i've made the decision to stay anonymous on here! but, if you have a tumblr account, please feel free to message me whenever! <3

and because this has honestly officially ruined my already terrible day, i feel the need to go on a little rant (read under the cut):

i will never understand why people shit so much on fanfic writers. it is a legitimate form of creative writing, and most writers on here are already employing all measures to make sure people who are uncomfortable with this kind of content don't have to come in contact with it. also, do you guys seriously think joost or any of the people in his inner circle have secret tumblr blogs and use them to lurk these tags??? don't you think these people have better things to do with their time? tumblr, for as long as i can remember (and i've literally been on here with my main blog since 2013) has been a niche social media. it's not comparable with instagram, tiktok and twitter. artists don't use tumblr to advertise their stuff. artists may come on here to search for artwork, but honestly... artwork is shared (at least imo) on these other social medias way more, and i doubt artists would go out of their way to create a tumblr blog just to look at art work when it's also available elsewhere. EDIT: joost was apparently on here. still, i sincerely doubt he would willingly read fanfics about himself. like bffr...

coming back to the point of fanfics as a form of creative writing: these fanfics are all just figments of my silly little imagination!!! i am not fantasizing about anything that i'm writing. i could've written any of these fics with other musicians or all OC's altogether! my fanfics (and most of the fics i've read on here) use such little personal descriptors apart from names, songs and places. all stuff that is publicly available, too. i am not rubbing these fics in their faces. if anything, the people screenshotting these fics and taking them outside of tumblr are INCREASING the chance that joost and his crew will see these fics.

to the people saying that fanfiction writers should touch grass: am i the one with an entire public twitter account dedicated to joost entirely, bombarding his socials with weird and borderline creepy comments and flooding his dms hoping that he will notice you? no, i am a grown ass adult en-route to a college degree, and they will probably even graduate on top of their class. i have money, i have friends, i have lots of passions and hobbies! i am actually living a very fulfilling life! writing fanfics is not an indicator for an unfulfilling life! i've actually been writing for a plethora of fandoms since i was a pre-teen, and i've always done it to deal with whatever hyperfixation i had at that moment. as a person with BPD, this can be really therapeutic in dealing with intense emotions. but i'm not only writing fanfics. i want to write my own novel one day.

to be completely honest with you, i wouldn't even actually consider myself a joost fan. i obviously like his music and can connect with his stage persona, but i don't own any merch, i have no intentions of going to a joost concert and i probably wouldn't even try to interact with any of these ppl on the off chance that i'll ever run into him or his crew in real life. this tumblr blog is just the manifestation of a hyperfixation that will most likely die down in a few months. i'm not even following or interacting with them on social media. they will never know who i am and neither will i ever know more about them than what's publicly available. someone under that tweet said that it was disrespectful to write something like that when tantu has a girlfriend - a fact i didn't know, by the way. because despite me consuming and producing fanfictions about him, i am not spending all my time stalking him.

rest assured that if tantu, joost or any of the people mentioned in my fics ever said that they feel comfortable with the way i'm using their public image (because it's just that!!!! you don't know any of these people really!!!! i urge you to look up what a parasocial relationship is!!!!), i will delete this entire blog in a matter of seconds and i will leave no trace. you, however, the people screenshotting fics to talk shit about them, just made sure that the same fics you absolutely despise will never truly leave the internet.

if you've made it this far, i wanna take the time to thank everyone for giving me this beautiful outlet to let out my emotions and creativity! i truly appreciate everyone who takes the time to read, comment and like my fanfics! to the people who have a problem with fanfics, i urge you to reflect on your on behavior and online presence. i promise you, fanfic writers are not the problem. either way, going forward, i will refrain on using the joost klein tag altogether, using only fanfic-specific tags to decrease the chance of getting noticed by people who don't want anything to do with this corner of the internet.

y'all, i'm fucking tired. this has put quite a damper on my motivation to write, but i think i will be fine! please understand that it may take longer for me to finish the planned fics now. if it's any consolation, i've already started with one of the fics and will finish that one as soon as i'm done with finals!

thank you for everything. until then, take care <3

#joost klein #joost klein fanfic #joost klein x reader #joost klein x you #joost klein fluff #albino-notes

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This might sound funny and cringey, but I feel like I lost something I cared about and now it's just sadness and depression. Like it's a TV show, I get it, but we waited 2 years and for what? To get the two worst episodes imaginable. I'm really starting to believe that Sapochnik was responsible for everything good in s1, bcz Condal and Hess ruined this show. S1 wasn't perfect and I didn't like a lot of things in it, but it still managed to keep me invested so I hoped that in s2 everything would be improved. And yet, I'm so terribly disappointed. Alicent's characterization makes no sense anymore, like they want so badly to show her as a bad mother and a hypocrite and really - after ruining bnc with Alicole sex now it had to follow with her not being able to console her son but hoping on Criston is a must do?? What sort of degenerates write this??

Aemond is also ruined for me and I would love to erase that crappy brothel scene from my memory. What was it for? To show his mommy issues, vulnerability... Idc. The dialogue was bad and they did him dirty with the angles and the pose. And now he's apparently going to be there *again* in e3 and we'll get full frontal nudity. Idk why the actor agreed to this since they are obviously making a joke and meme material of his character. Not to mention that he straight up lied in the promos about being loyal (if the RR leaks are true and I'm almost 100% sure they are). I get that they are told what to say, but a more general answer would have been much better than a lie. In brief, one of my favourite s1 characters is also destroyed.

Then Cole. My god, I only waithig for him to look at the camera and say "do you hate me enough already hahah?" He's the writers punching bag atp.

Helaena barely exists.

Otto is Viserys' fanboy and ofc, appalled by his grandson. It's not as he just has lost a son and was forced to take the crown in the first place by him and his mother, no less.

Aegon got more screentime and I love Tom's performance, but I'm not fooled. He is still depicted as weak, politically inept and rash. And he'll still be a bully, apparently. Just to justify his brother's treason. F*ck you Condal, Hess and whoever else is responsible for this mess.

Anyway, sorry for the rant. I just don't get how anyone can seriously praise this shitshow anymore. It could have been great, but the creators are obviously not up to the task which is now painfully obvious. I wouldn't mind the greens as villains, but don't write them as a walking joke. I'm quitting the show and would like just to forget about it. This adaptation of the Dance was a huge mistake.

I feel you! By the way, I haven't participated in any fandom life, I think, for 10 years or more, but thanks to HOTD, I started this blog, I write some critical (well, kinda) reviews, and English isn't even my native language. I've been waiting for the second season for two years and now I just feel tired and empty. So far, the only thing I've liked about these two episodes is Aegon's storyline, that's all. Everything else is bad, very bad, and judging by the leaks, it'll be even worse.

Firstly, the series has a very strange pace of the narrative. We didn't get a bunch of important plot scenes, and even those that remained were shown in a hurry, but at the same time we have many scenes like "Rhaenyra stares at the dust for three minutes", unnecessary dialogues and PAUSES between lines.

Secondly, again, an insane amount of important plot details are left behind the scenes and this is absolutely wrong. Aemond's return home, the family's reaction to what he did. Aegon's reaction when he learned of his son's death. Aemond's reaction when he finds out what his actions have led to. And so on and so forth. Many of the characters' actions are shown without context. Alicent fucks with Criston - cool, but can I have some additional information? How long has this been going on, what feelings do they have for each other, how have they developed, like, anything? The same can be said about the scene in the brothel - no context.

Thirdly, it's unclear what's going on with the characters, as if the screenwriters decided to make the greens the most unpleasant people in the world. So far, I only like Aegon and Helaena. I can't even say anything about Aemond, because his only dialogue scene is built around Daemon and Luke, damn them. I just can't.

Everything annoys me except Aegon lol. So yes, I understand you.

#ask #house of the dragon #hotd #team green #pro team green #hotd critical #hotd season 2 #opinion

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What sort of voice do you imagine your cats speaking in?

GOD. I do voices for all of them.

Dried Pickle Man sounds like Colin Metzger, as best as I can do it:

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Prone to saying things like "My GOD, man!" and "What is this nonsense?" He is disgruntled and demanding and uses big words, but also he is a big baby. "Why am I expected to submit to the unfathomably noxious indignity of being dislodged from my repose? I should count myself affronted and -- wait. You have brought snackies. Very well. Please prepare my bowl for sipsips that afterward I might water my flourishing beard. Then...I shall desire uppies." This is by far my most popular with others who do not know my cats intimately. It gives you an IMMEDIATE and accurate understanding of who he is as a person.

Fancy is hard to describe but I guess a less grating Peridot from Steven Universe wouldn't be a bad starting point. Very raspy. She sounds small and bratty and fierce. It suits her spirit, if not necessarily her size and shape. She also does a lot of paralinguistic cues (like the "I don't know" sound, noises that convey meaning but are not words), mostly of disgust or annoyance. I know Fancy VERY well, so these are often incredibly well-timed to her actions. It's the best cat voice I have ever done, according to me.

Raleigh sounds like a cheerful himbo, with a low, bouncy, expressive voice. He's very happy and supportive, asks a lot of stupid questions, and says unexpectedly profound things sometimes, but not on purpose. My boyfriend DOES converse with him in character. It is the best cat voice I have ever done, according to my boyfriend.

Sid has a middle-range voice that is really soft and sounds like he has a stuffed-up nose. It breaks into a higher register a lot as he talks. He doesn't talk much, but it's very cute when he does. It is the weakest of my cat voices as Sid is mysterious and very hard to know.

I have wanted to do a video of their voices for a while, but it would be acutely embarrassing.

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We Will Get Through It

Chapter 1: Rainy Mornings

Warnings: None

Joost Klein x fem!reader, Self-Insert

Word Count: 1.094

Hello, everyone! This is a new series I am writing, We Will Get Through It. It will follow a PhD student who abruptly moved from the American Southwest to the Netherlands. She will cross paths with a blond Dutchman, who she finds she relates to, in both wit and trauma. Stay tuned for more chapters!

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It was raining, again. Not that you except anything different from Amsterdam. But, some sun shine would be nice. Your shoes are wet from the puddles that have formed on the sidewalk. Maybe you should invest in waterproof shoes, or maybe a bicycle so you wouldn't have to walk at all. At least you have a working umbrella, the one you brought the deserts of the US wasn't exactly up to par to the weather here. It broke within a month of moving, forcing you buy a new one, specifically one that could withstand the Dutch rain. The 15 minute commute from your apartment to university was pretty, passing through Amsterdam and coffee shops. You came out here on a whim, not knowing any Dutch, never having step foot in the Netherlands, or much of Europe for that matter. The only trip you had ever been on overseas prior was a 2 week trip to Greece, which was sponsored by your university when you were completing your bachelors degree. Now, a PhD student, in a different country, you really were out of your element. Not to mention today was a big day, you just finished your first semester and had to give a presentation about the status of your research. You felt prepared, but coffee was a must to get through the day. But, stopping for coffee did mean you might be late, "Ah, fuck it" you mumble to yourself as you swing into your favorite local coffee shop.

"Goedemorgen. Wat kan ik krijgen... (Good morning, what can I get...) Oh, Y/N! Good morning! You look a little wet, new umbrella not holding up well? Would you like your usual?" Stella spit off in rapid succession, like always. The older woman got to work making your order before you even had the chance to reply.

"Yes, that would be great. Thank you, Stella." you replied trying to limit how much water your soaked shoes are getting on the floor.

"Do you want a towel, dear?" Stella said kindly, already handing you a towel.

"Thanks, Stella. Although I imagine I'll just get wet again the second I step outside. Plus, I don't want to ruin your towel." You reply, sheepishly.

"Nonsense, dear. Take a seat and I will bring your coffee over in a minute." Stella replies, getting back to work.

You begin trying your best to dry off, not that the dish towel really provided much in the way surface area to work with, but it was helpful nonetheless. You had a chance to finally take a look around the shop, which was surprisingly quiet for a Monday morning. Only a few people sat enjoying their coffee. Near the front window sat a man who looked every bit as Dutch as the stereotype allowed, blond hair, blue eyes, and clothing style that could only be described as aggressively European. He was incredibly attractive, simply staring down at his book, reading, with wired earbuds in his ears. Were those still a thing in Europe? Had they not switched over to Bluetooth here? I wonder what he's listening to? Straining your neck ever so slightly, you try to make out the title of the book he was reading. Your thoughts were interrupted by Stella bringing over your coffee.

"You're starring, dear." She said giving you a smirk.

You quickly adjust yourself in your seat. What was that? Why would you just stare at a stranger? Sure, he was good looking, but that shit is creepy.

You turn back to Stella, who is still smirking at you.

"Thank you for the coffee, Stella." you say with a smile. She takes the now drenched towel and heads back to the counter to continue with her work.

You open your backpack and take out your laptop, finishing up the last of the edits needed for your presentation today. You let out quite a large sigh, staring at your computer. This is by far the worst presentation you have ever put together. The stress of it all weighing on you quite a bit, you probably look like you're going insane with your legs jumping up and down and a scowl on your face.

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30 minutes have passed and you really need to get a move on before you're late for your meeting. Thankfully, the rain seems to have slowed so at least the rest of the walk will be dry. You begin to pack up your laptop and get up out of your seat. Distracted, you don't look before you standing, causing you to crash into someone. Hot coffee spills all over your shoes, 'Well, so much for staying dry' you think while looking up. You see the face you saw sitting at the window earlier.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay? Did you get burned?" the man rushes out looking from your face to your shoes.

"No, no it's my fault. I stood up without looking. No burns, and besides my shoes were already soaked before I got in here. Now, they're at least caffeinated." you say with a laugh hoping to ease a bit of the concern with some awful humor. The mans face turns into a smile and he laughs slightly.

"Yes, you'll be able to sprint easily now." He says with a laugh.

"Let me get you a new coffee, since I very clumsily wasted yours." You say.

"Oh, it's no problem. I was about to leave anyway, and honestly, I probably didn't need anymore caffeine for the day. You did my heart a favor." He says.

"Okay, but if we ever cross paths here again, I owe you a coffee. Deal?" You say, smiling, with your hand extended out for a deal sealing handshake.

"Deal." He says, shaking your hand, also smiling.

Stella yells from behind the counter, apparently having watched the whole interaction, "Y/N, if you don't leave now you'll be late again!"

Looking at the time, you feel panicked, "Oh fuck, I have to go. I didn't quite catch your name mystery stranger to whom I owe coffee." You say.

"Joost, my name is Joost. It's nice to meet you, Y/N." He says with a a laugh.

"It's nice to meet you too, Joost." You say with a smile, turning to head out of the coffee shop.

"Bye, Stella. Bedankt voor de koffie! (Thank you for the coffee!)" You say as you rush out the shop.

Looking at your phone, you realize "Aw fuck, I'm definitely going to be late again"

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First chapter done! I am excited to start this series! I have a few ideas on where this series will go, but I am excited to see it take shape and flow with what I'm feeling!

Just some notes for the future of this series: There is going to be eventual smut, and mostly some small trigger warning places on certain chapters. When those come up, there will be warning at the beginning of the chapters. Anyway, hope you all enjoy, and please feel free to leave any suggestions!

#joost klein #joost x reader #joost fanart #joost klein fanficion #joost klein fanfic #joost klein x reader

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tigersharktheautisticseawing · 6 hours

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GUYS OMG I JUST FIGURED THIS OUT IN THE SHOWER

SO YOU KNOW HOW IN S2 EP4 BLITZ DOESN'T VISIT STOLAS IN THE HOSPITAL

WELL IO THINK I JUST FIGURED OUT WHY

SO IN OOPS FIZZAROLLI SAYS THAT NO ONE TOLD HIM THAT BLITZ CAME TO VISIT HIM

AND BLITZ SAID THAT THAT THEY TOLD HIM FIZZ DOESN'T WANT TO SEE HIM

AND ALSO WHEN HE TRIED TO VISIT BARBIE WIRE IN HOSPITAL AND EVENTUALLY FOUND HER SHE SAID SHE NEVER WANTS TO SEE HIM AGAIN

SO HE PROBABLY SUBCONCSIOUSLY WAS SCARED THAT STOLAS HATES HIM NOW

ALSO I THINK I KNOW WHO TOLD BLITZ THAT FIZZAROLLI DIDN'T WANT TO SEE HIM

So the person responsible NOT ONLY told Blitz that he doesn't want to be seen, but ALSO told Fizz that he wasn't seen

So if only the first one was true you could argue that was just someone that thought that Fizz won't want to see the person who almost killed him on his birthday

BUT, the person didn't tell Fizz about anything

Now, considering the huret Fizz expressed in Oops, it's safe to assume that the effect of the presumed willing absence of Blitz was visible from the outside

Meaning that any person who made an honest mistake would tell him and maybe even call Blitz back in

But, they didn't

Meaning that it had to be someone who didn't give a SHIT about Fizz's emotional health and about Blitz in his entirety

Now, I know a person that fits the description

Cash Buckzo

Also known as Blitz's dad

Think about it

It's clear that he doesn't give a rat's ass about Blitz, his biological son, but does kinda care for Fizz

But the fact that he was willing to sell either of them to Paimon meant that he didn't care for him as a person

He cared for him as a star preformer

He cared for what was basically his property

Now, why would he did what was described to happen in the series?

Imagine you have a teddy bear. It's your favorite, it's soft, the perfect size, as firm as you want, and you cuddle it every night.

Now imagine you also have a friend who loves your teddy bear

He makes little dresses for the bear, always plays with him when coming over, gives compliments and sometimes brings him up in conversation

Now, one day, he accidentally tears the bear's limbs off

There's stuffing everywhere, your friend is apologizing, you call up a different friend who can sew, but the bear is visibly re-sewed, not as firm as before, a bit less comfortable and visibly damaged

So you tell your friend that he can't come over again, because he tore your teddy bear apart

To make sure he never breaks the bear again

And that's what I think is going on with Cash and Fizz

He doesn't see Fizz as a person, but as an object

So it would make sense that he wouldn't want the thing that destroyed the object around it, now would it?

Anyway, that was my analisys™, leave your thoughts down below and I bid you a good day

#helluva stolas #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss #helluva blitzo #helluvaverse #helluvaboss #cash buckzo #theory #think about it!#just like I did in the shower

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Me, the beginning of the chapter: OMG! Bel and Percy dancing! So sweet, now everyone has to know they are great together 🥺❤️

Me, end of the chapter: my girl has 0 rest and the fates are the worst sharing news, 0 stars to their service, please stoooop

(also, very curious about all of Bel's situation, Percy is strong but not so strong... Yet)

Of course, I know they're going to end together and just want to push her to make that decision but she's loyal (fatally loyal)

She needs something that makes her stay, forcing her to decide them. We know the yanderes are more than happy to do it but also something like saving the world/humans can make her stay

Sincerely, waiting for how you're going to do this queen, both ways look good but wouldn't be the first time you surprise me so I'm letting this on your hands

(no pressure tho, write whatever you want whenever you want. First are you then the rest ❤️)

Hera, the other way...

For one second, just a minute where I was truly sad for here, a gigantic work for a solitary woman

Then she made me remember the reason why she's alone and I was over it lol

Good luck traveling, when you find her she's going to have a lot of packages that are going to kill her for that.

You are scared of Gea? They're going to be nothing compared to them, fully massacred and your territory colonized or erased no other options for the sin of stealing Percy

My girl is too loyal, she'd keep trying to go back home but now she has 5 gods ready to make her. She can hate them for a few centuries, one day she'd get over it and they'd be ready to love her.

Is one of the things I love about your fic, you really make them so good that we let our guard down just to attack us (and Percy) with the facts they're gods and gods aren moral or anti moral, they just don't have a moral like the human and you can force them to have it (if a animal eats their babies because of instinct it means they're bad? Or is their world different from ours?)

Percy has seen it, with Hades/Persephone and with Poseidon and his behavior. But I don't feel like she has fully understood what it means.

All of them are ready to ignore her and her decision because they CAN'T lose her. Loki would kill her only if she could come back. Beelzebub probably would lie to her about bifrost if that means she stays by his side. I don't have to say anything about Poseidon, Hades and Apollo, they're greeks, house of tragedies.

She's suicidal? Beelzebub too bestie, you both can go together to therapy.

No saying they (Beelzebub and maybe Like) aren't going to try to help her but like. One sign of her soul being hurt? No looking back we're going to see what we do about consequences later

(Loki LIKES when she's upset and his actions are chaotic enough to just make her divine and fight her for centuries)

How can Percy keep so firm against them? I'd be weak cause they are so good with her (incest no mention) and they appreciate her how they original universe never did. There she's safe, loved and cared for, where in PJO she's the one doing the hard work and fighting for gods that would kill her having the chance and just use her while they can.

Of course, she has Sally and her friends but... Wouldn't they want that she be happy and safe? We know Sally was prepared to lose everything to secure that, so I think she'd like her to live in a world where she doesn't worry about monsters or money.

Her friends also weren't in active danger, of course there is the prophecy but that doesn't mean they're the ones dealing with it

She deserves to be happy and living without worries.

But I'm a lot more egoist than her so who knows?

The only thing sure is Mnemosyne is in danger for that book and Antonius is dead, no opportunity for him even if Percy asks cause when she turns her head puff, he's gone

(little remember that Nico is amazing and also very good to traumatize :D and that fact is canon! :D so if you put in ROR he's going to fit just fine as Percy! And imagine just how cute he'd look at the side of Thor 🥺)

(Really, maybe it is the lack of sleep but they look cute in my mind now)

i just love writing about percy's dilemma of "should i stay or should i go?" cuz the best answer is honestly to go back BUT her desire for her father's love and a life where she doesn't have to fight constantly is what makes her hesitate

on one hand, in the ror verse:

there are no wars for her to fight, and if there was one, she'd be ordered to stay back because the gods here are actually ALLOWED to directly fight

her godly family can spend time with her because zeus isn't a tyrant that makes interaction illegal

she has friends and family here that she cares about too

they don't want to fucking kill her 💀

etc

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND IN THE PJO VERSE

everyone she loves is there, her friends, her family, and ofc pjo!poseidon

no yanderes

she's not being sexually abused and raped 💀

she can still have a normal life and future aside from the demigod stuff

she's not stuck living in a misogynistic society where she's her father's property nor will she become her husband's property should she ever marry

etc

i cannot wait to stress her out even more hehehe >:3

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Hello Ray! 🍅 anon here again (I got a breather today). Pulled for Furina earlier to keep my Husband and Wife in the same team (Arle and Yelan), because Yelan was being dragged to the hyperbloom comp. Somehow my Furina is miles more cracked than Arle even though I've spent TWICE as much resin on the latter (I do not. understand.) [And Arle is the one I really do want built :,,,,) )

I know that I can ask you shorter stuff, but so many things pop into my head that I do want to say so these reqs become. really really long by accident oops.

Tumblr protecting everyone else from your Arle angst is REAL. Think it knows how it can break everybody's hearts so it saves us the heartbreak... Wow you broke even tumblr's heart! that's a next level achievement right there xD

Speaking of the occasional angst to let off the steam from the fluff, I think that's our cue to run. If an angst writer needs to let off steam they're about to give us the worst kniving of our lifetime and I think the rest of us should hightail our feelings out of here as quick as we can and read it like a robot /j

Dragon AU wouldn't be that popular if it wasn't so well written. HAHSHAHAH your world building really does do it justice and it shows! I love dragons personally so I am actually d.o.w.n. to discuss dragons (anoncryinginthecorner is me so yes!) and their biology (which differs from species to species which makes it highly interesting! Did You Know that Zhongli, as a chinese dragon, would have 2 pillars instead of one? Hence that C1 HAHSAHHAHA) Also pregnant reader... What did Lyney burn down in his excitement when he found out? Dragons should have a sharp sense of smell and whatnot, so the 4 dragons in the house probably found out that reader was pregnant before reader even knew lmao. Cue trio being extra caring and Arle being excessively protective! PART FOUR PART FIVE OMNOMNOMNOMNOM Also Arle being a whole head and torso higher than R in human form as a dragon is going to be hilarious (there's no need to transform into a full human so Arle goes into a form that saves more energy to transform into, hehehhe). Reader getting embarrassed by EVERYTHING because what do you do when your eye level is face to face with the most delicious abs and thighs possible? Not drool and want to worship even for good snuggles and for use as a pillow?

Dragon!reader makes this all the more interesting! Imagine magicking an egg that hatches as their child! Speaking of dragons a lot of them have what's known as a reverse scale, which is technically a weak point/treasure and getting to touch it is a huge symbol of trust. Thoughts on Dragon!R/Arle giving their SO the scale/letting SO touch it? And horns are really sensitive right? Arle petting D!reader's head and horns... oh my goodness. internally combusting due to Arle!!! Nuzzling deep into Arle's warm neck/chest to hide the embarrassment heheheh...

Also well written sfw blogs are a rare find because everybody is (rightfully) thirsting for Arle, like your mommas (whom I also read but don't dare to req because... tbh idk why they scare me even through the screen HAHSAHAHS I may have worse social anxiety than Bocchi of all people), so don't feel pressured in any way to change it unless you want to! We have your back always (I keep coming back for more of your writing as comfort food HASHHAH)

If I can hazard a guess, nobody req'ed Vampy!Arle yet because the people who would req vampy!Arle and the people who want a continuation of Late Night Devil (which has a similar atmosphere) is a circle (I am a part of it). DISHONOR ON YOUR FAMILY DISHONOR ON YOUR COW (but our fam doesn't even have a cow so the dishonor is going to the resident cat (me))

ONE UPPING THE HANAHAKI!!! How about 2 idiots in love who Hanahaki for each other but at the same time don't let the other know it, then someone (HotH trio, Furi, Tsaritsa, ANYONE) just locks them in a room and "here's the one chance you idiots in love have to talk it out, I am NOT opening this damned door if I hear coughing". WAIT NONONO THIS IS NOT A REQUEST THIS IS NOT A REQUEST THIS IS A ONE UPPER YOU HEAR YOU AXOLOTL (I KNOW AXOS DON'T HAVE EARS BUT THEY CAN HEAR SO THAT GOES THE SAME FOR YOU)

I love your fic lists! I have only one miff with them and it's my fault because I've read them all so there was nothing new to read HASHHAHAHA. But getting to read old classics again was great! (Istg why is mlm content so much easier to find... ao3 feeds haikaveh and chili well... but why not us :,<)

ALSO ALSO before I forget (because evidently i Forgot the last time) One Hell of a Butler... I MISS IT SM how did it take... what? 10k words for them to kiss under the facade of... FAKE MARRIAGE?? istg slow burn is the best but this is not even slow burning this is dry aging before it even goes to slowly roasting... (but like all meats treated this way it's also heavenly)

I think I've yapped too much with this one... oops. It's dead middle of the night here so I think I'm going to go read the Dragon fics again before getting some shut eye (hopefully it works)

Hi, 🍅 anon!! I'm glad you got your Furina even though she was more cracked than Arle, sadge ;-;. Furina is (or was, but I still consider her is) an Archon sooo.

I've searched up why Tumblr may not be letting me post my stuff, so hopefully I can get that fixed. Still really mad. The sad thing is is that I don't have a ton of ideas for arle angst ;-; except for arlevie. I love Clervie and Arlecchino 🫶 (but I love hurting them more). One of my friends is working on an arlevie fic and I'm so excited and I'm patiently waiting...

All of your dragon arle/reader thoughts are so hnghh ajk;flasjlk;as lmfao. Protective Arle 🥹 need. The fact that the trio and Arle can smell the baby before Reader even knows... a;jaafas. I honestly am trying to wrap my head around what a hybrid between human and dragon would be... maybe a wyvern? I have no clue lol. That is a problem for future me while writing dragon au pt.4.

Also yes, I'm aware that your user is anoncryinginthecorner, which is a genius name by the way. And ooh... Zhonglie has 2 dicks. Imagine Arle with -- well I'm sure you get what I'm thinking about.

I wish I made dragon reader cuter but I was hella tired and for some reason I kinda couldn't get any ideas. ;-; Also am I the only one who believes that d!arle/reader wrapping their tail around their s/o as cuddling is so 🥺 .

fa;fasjklasf; I'm like. stuck in between. I want to write smut, but I don't want to make it a thing. I know that smut is like 10x more popular than sfw so honestly it's a little tempting... but I'm not going to fall under the trap of more views/engagement! I have my little community here among the sfw and it's really cozy ^^. Also I don't know how nsfw blogs work... like how do you guys constant write horny all the time? I mean, I'm hypersexual but don't yall get tired of the same dicking around?? I'm pretty sure I would get exhausted of writing nsfw even if it's very self indulge.

anyways, point of that was I do want to stay sfw as much as possible, but I wanted to at least try posting smut once because i've never published smut before! and if it gets more engagement than anything I've ever written... oh well. I do admit it's a little saddening to me that I've put what, 3k, 4k, 5k, 6k words, however long my works are, and a 300 word smut blurb gets like more attention. It's unfortunate but eh. The dark side is not worth it. I love interacting with you guys 🫶. I also don't really like the idea of having to restrict my content to everyone, because I do want as many people who want my content to see it (though I hope minors don't read my smut, but they'll probably do anyways and that's just a fact of life I can't change).

I love my mommas, don't be scared (although that probably doesn't help, so...) They're really nice and I talk to them a lot outside of the occasional reblogs and comments under their posts. They have a discord channel if you want to talk to them but not request lol. I'm not in, because I don't use discord and talking to groups of people makes me want to combust...

anyways. I kinda get that those who want vampire arle may want more 'late night devil.' I've also seen you not mention nuit rouge, so to clarify, it's the idol arle with the delicious boob window. It's from the Srping? Hoyofair of this year. and I... need.

lmao, the one upping. what if... arle coughs out rainbow rose or lumidouce bells... that's the only thing i have for an idea currently. I mean @\aetherdoesthings is already making a hanahaki series for arle per my request 🥹 (i love you aether). if you're looking for a hanahaki, there's that. And okay, fine, I won't take this as a requset 🤭. I still have yours to do, which I think is the next one after the current one I have to work on.

ughhhh hearing 'One Hell of A Butler'... it's like nostalgia even tho it's not that old lmfao. I stopped working on it once I got requests and I'm just so-- man the amount of horny I had for demon butler arle... look. it is a really fine and unique opportunity for sub arle which is just so 🤤anyways, enough about that. high key, outside of horny, i had so much plot in mind including reader's and arle's traumatic backstory. maybe if somoene requests it i'll write the next part. 'One Hell of a Butler' was always supposed to be a slowburn but the slow burn is slow burning and oufff i just want to write them together ._.

speaking of another throwback, what about the series that probably built up my following 'arlecchino is a person.' i honestly don't even know how I came up with it, especially with 'arlecchino is a cold angst' (i prolly just wanted angst, and then I got another idea and another idea, and I thought-- why the hell not? might as well make it a series). I do want to do more series like that over my school break once that... maybe of a specific au or i could have each day a different au.

anyways, i've basically yapped as much you have so it's okay. we both know we don't mind haha. looking forward to your next response, whenever that is. no rush!

#edgeray.rambles #edgeray.🍅anon

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