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lulablogss · 1 year ago

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co-parent bakugou

katsuki bakugou x reader (part two)

fwb! bakugou who often came by your dorm during college to drop off school work when you missed lectures and loads when you missed him.

fwb! bakugou who came by before bed to fuck you into your pillow and listen to your hushed moans, hushed so your roommates wouldn’t hear. (they did)

fwb! bakugou who’s scared of committing because he “couldn’t see you in his future” and was too focused on his.

fwb! bakugou who’s late night visits became more and more scarce.

fwb! bakugou who months later soft launches his new partner on his story after telling you he’s not ready for a relationship.

fwb! bakugou who stops breathing at the sight of your name popping up on his phone as he cuddles his partner while watching movies, and nearly has a stroke at the “Im pregnant.” text.

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“well are ya sure it’s mine?” he asks, not daring to look away from you. you break eye contact and look outside the coffee shops’ window to focus on anything other than this conversation you’ve been dreading. “are you serious? you should know i’m not exactly one to sleep around,” you say to the man. he nods and his grip on his mug gets tighter, knuckles visibly whiter. “well, are ya keepin’ it,” he asks, “i don’t think that’d be a bright idea for either of us.” you kind of glare but think over his words. “you know how my parents feel about abortion kats.. i’d be disowned. the second the press found out about it, my family would be done for,” your eyes start to water and a tear threatens to fall, you pause “.. i thought you said you don’t do relationships?”

katsuki stares at you and shakes his head, “those fuckin�� hormones already getting to your brain or somethin?“ he sighs, “you know i can’t do this *nickname*. i’m in a committed relationship with raya, we’re getting engaged next month. on top of that, i can’t be number one with a baby leechin’ of me.” your heart drops, “you’re.. getting engaged? i.. um.. well, congratulations. i’m sorry to burden you with all of this… and i can’t abort it anyway.. i.. i’m too far along.. and i cant do this.” you finish & get up from the table and leave.

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baby daddy! bakugou who ends up losing contact with you for months after you block him on everything a refuse to meet up per your family’s request.

baby daddy! bakugou who nearly forgets about you years later til kirishima brings you up and shows him your instagram.

baby daddy! bakugou who gets home and stalks you from a burner account, finds out you still talk to everyone from college but him.

baby daddy! bakugou who sees a pretty little ruby-eyed girl down your timeline, her resemblance to him uncanny.

baby daddy! bakugou who pulls some strings and texts your number asking to meet his daughter, hana.

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hana is 2 years old by now, forming choppy sentences and now waddling on her feet. after a week of texting, you finally fold and let him come over to meet his daughter. when you open the door to let him in he nearly finds himself choking on his spit at how beautiful you are. you looked even better than your posts, if that’s possible. you greeted him with a nod and invited him in. he takes his shoes off and head to the living room you led him to. you exchange stale pleasantries and small talk til you decide to go get your baby girl. “her name is ‘hana lei bakugou,’ as much as i wanted her to have my last name.”

you walk over to him and hand her to him, noticing the wedding band resting around his ring finger. you scoff, “wow so you two actually got married?” he nods and analyzes his daughters’ features. “shes so pretty, just like ‘er momma,” he half smiles and look up at you. “so i’ll have her back later tonight, gonna take ‘er home to meet the wife and all of that.” he goes to get off the couch. “woah, you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to come back back after all this time like nothing happened.” he looks frustrated for a second, “you can’t just- … yea yer right, ‘m sorry.’’

you nod, “how about we go up to her room and play?” he agrees and follows you into his daughter’s bedroom while carrying her.

“So.. how long have you two been in the area?” he asks, scanning his daughter's room. “I never really left, just moved closer to the city i guess,” you reply; putting hana down to the floor. She waddles over to katsuki. “hana, baby this is your father,” you look down at the little girl. At first she looks up at you with her glowing beady eyes then she looks over to Katsuki sitting over on a couch. “papa?” she asks and she points her dainty finger at him. you nod and smile. “yes baby, that's your papa.”

katsuki looks at the little girl and she reaches up for him. “up.” she says, and he obliges. you two talk and rekindle for what seemed to be days. In reality it was just about 4 hours. “*name* it was really nice to see you again, let's go out for dinner sometime. with hana of course.” you lead him downstairs while he says his goodbyes to hana.

“I told ya about this years ago raya, you can't be mad about this. What did you expect? for them to disappear?” bakugou yells at his wife. “well i didnt fucking expect you to go out of your way to to reach out either!” she pouts, anger and jealousy laced in her tone. “I have to own up to this responsibility now whether you like it or not, stop fuckin’ cursin’ at me. ‘m already stressed as is; ‘ion need yer bitchin’.”

“oh so now i'm bitching because you went out and got some slut pregnant.. you're just full of it katsuki.” raya says, glaring at him now. “ya cant get mad at me because I wanna be a father, ‘nd not just leave some kid stranded out here.”

“it's not just about the kid is it? do you miss the bitch or something? do you miss the sex? did she give you better head than I do?” raya accuses, bakugou sighs and goes to leave the room, “‘nd yea- she did give better head.” as he walks to their shared room he can hear her still yelling in the distance.

katsuki bakugou goes to sleep confused tonight. He wonders why was he such a prick. he wonders why did his heart pound so fast- why were his hands so sweaty when he saw you.

he couldn't do this. he has a wife. hes happily married, regardless of any arguments. his wife was the mayors daughter and promised him various things, she promised him glory. of course he didn't need her but it's definitely more helpful to have more "support." plus you hated him, only putting up with him for the sake of his daughter. no, it wasn't attraction- it was just nervousness. he loved his wife.

katsuki woke up to his wife, raya in his arms. she looked so pretty and peaceful like this. he snapped out of his daze and got out of bed to catch a shower. he couldn't help but find his hand reaching down to take care of himself. usually when he finds himself touching himself; its of thoughts of his wife from the night prior. but today it was you. he felt shameful but he just couldnt help it. he couldn't stop himself from thinking about you. hes only human.

#lulawrites #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #no proof read #no beta we die like men #im sorry guys #part two soon #fwb series #HIII guys leave feedback or any typos #ive missed writing #bitvh

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princessmaybank · 1 year ago

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Truth or Dare

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous JJ, stripping, fingering, squirting, etc.

Summary: They play t or d.

Authors Note: I didn't mean to post this so soon, but since it's out already I hope you like it, I'm just stopping it here, if you like it let me know if you want a part 2 :(.

"Truth or Dare?" John B asks darting his eyes to Cleo. "Oh come on man! You should already know the answer!" He smirked and nodded. You were at the chateau in the hot tub that JJ so graciously purchased for you all a few months back. Everyone was slugging down beers and having a big night of fun.

"I dare you to read the last text message you sent out loud." JB said shrugging, showing us that's all he has prepared. "oh man, too easy!" Cleo flung her arms upwards then reached for her phone. After she got to her messages she cleared her throat. " 'What we gonna do tonight?' I sent that to Sarah man." John B rolled his eyes in defeat, secretly hoping she had sent a naughty message to Pope or something.

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare?" She moved on quickly. "Dare of course." You responded, causing JJ to look at you with a slight smile. You and JJ are best friends, and always have been. Of course everyone in that hot tub was your best friend, but JJ was different, you could talk about literally anything for hours on end. He's always been there for you.

"I dare you to prank call Rafe Cameron. Pretend to want him and need him." Cleo ended with a smirk pointing to your phone. You didn't mind the dare but a certain blonde about a foot behind you definitely cared. He wasn't good at hiding his emotions, everything he wanted to say was already written on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea Y/N." You hear JJ say with a stern voice from behind you. "Oh calm your tits Jayj, what's the worst that could happen? I get a boyfriend?" You responded making all the girls giggle.

"It's ringing!" Kiara said out loud so everyone knew what was going on. Kiara was very close to the phone with you but it was pressed against your ear. "Hey Rafe!" You said a little too enthusiastic for JJ's liking. "Hey, Y/N. What do I owe this pleasant surprise?" He asked, gratefully. "Well I really wanted to tell you that I think of you a lot Rafe. It's getting to be too much now. I can't shake the feeling of needing to be with you." Everyone was giggling at that moment, other than one person, I'm sure you could guess who. Your eyes caught JJ's as he rolled them and crossed his arms. You could see how this was affecting him, so why not play some more. "Wow, I've been wai-" You cut Rafe's sentence short. "Rafe, mmmmm I need you so bad right now. Ohhhh." You pretend to moan into the phone. "Oh baby, are you touching yourself to me?" He asked clearly turned on. Kiara gagged and walked a few feet away. "Oh yes I am, but I wish it was you..." You paused for dramatic effect.

"Daddy." You smirked holding back a giggle, hearing Rafe groan into the phone. Next thing you know JJ is standing in front of you hanging up the call, fuming. He was legitimately tomato red. Everyone watched, curious about what he was going to do.

He grabbed your waist pulling you as close as he could while looking into your eyes. "Don't you ever pull that shit again." His eyes never left yours. You wanted to stand up for yourself but the only thing that left your mouth was "o-okay." He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Good girl." There was that feeling of butterflies in your stomach. JJ never made you feel this way. What was happening? "When this little party is over you're coming to my room, we have things to talk about." He whispered again.

Everyone sat back down choosing to ignore how JJ nearly killed/fucked you right then and there. You chose to ignore it as well even though the tingling between your legs is making it difficult.

Instead of you asking the next question Pope cut the tension and began after Sarah. "Truth or dare?" He asked. Sarah obviously chose the safe route at this moment. "Is it true that even though you and JB are married, you'll still have a huge wedding and legally do it?" Pope asked. Awe of course he would, it's Pope. Sarah nodded "Of course I still want my dream wedding! Don't be silly Pope." She giggled.

"Okay J- Kiara, yeah Kiara. Truth or dare?" No one could look at JJ right now how would they be able to play this game right now?

"I'll say, truth." She smiled lightly. "Ok here's a little would you rather. Would you rather, fuck Topper or Kelce?" Kiara gasped. "Ew, can I kill myself instead?" She gagged. Everyone laughed and accepted that as her answer.

Eventually someone asked JJ the question and he ended up chugging some beer upside down. You still couldn't get those low-flying butterflies to go away. The thought of JJ taking you right there was fogging your brain.

After about an hour longer everyone was headed home or to bed. Pope and Cleo went back to the Heywards and Kiara went back to her house. Sarah decided to stay at the chateau with John B, then of course JJ asked you to go to his room and talk with him.

You sat on JJ's bed after getting your shower, you waited for him to finish up in the shower. JJ left some of his clothes on his bed for you to change into.

Next thing you knew, you were under JJ, making out with him on his bed. You had no idea how you got here but you weren't going to complain.

JJ pulled you onto his lap, never disconnecting your lips from each other. He held onto your hips and pressed down as he grinded up. You moved your hips at a faster pace needing the friction. He tore his lips from yours taking a breath before speaking. "Truth or dare?" He asked as you rolled your eyes. JJ gave you a look that said 'just answer it'. So you did. "Dare." You said with confidence streaming through your veins. JJ rubbed your hips, slowly reaching for your butt to squeeze.

"Strip for me baby." He said as he squeezed. You blushed not knowing how to react. "Come on baby, let me see that gorgeous body you've got hiding under my baggy clothes." When JJ said that, you began to melt. You decided to just take your shirt off while on his lap. You weren't wearing a bra so he got quite the show very quickly. You got off of him as he pushed himself to sit on the edge of his bed. The idea to strip tease JJ came to your mind so that's exactly what you did.

At some point when you were completely naked, you wanted to tease him so you sat on his lap and pulled one of his hands forward to your aching hole. You teased yourself with his fingers, secretly wanting him to continue what you had started. Which he had no problem with doing. He pushed two fingers inside of you causing a gasp and moan mix, to fall from your lips.

JJ's hand raced to cover your mouth. "Shhhh you have to be quiet, baby, or we'll get caught." He whispered in your ear. You nodded and bit your lip as JJ moved his fingers back and forth in your tight hole. JJ was making you so wet, your pussy was so loud that you might just get caught by being fingered. "Tell your pussy to be quiet." He giggled in your ear. "Tell your fingers to stop making me feel so good then." You moaned leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

JJ smirked to himself, knowing he was doing a good job. He sped up trying to make you cum but you suddenly felt embarrassed. "JJ- this f-eels so g-good..but I think I have to go..to the bathroom-" That was music to JJ's ears. His movements only got faster, he moved your hand to your clit so you could help by rubbing yourself.

"JJ- I-I" A loud squeal started erupting from your mouth. JJ slapped his hand across your mouth. One more swift push into your pussy and he pulled out, a gush of fluid came rushing out. You kept moaning into his hand. He continued playing with your cunt until you were done squirting.

"Something tells me you've never done that before baby."

#outer banks #jj maybank #obx fic #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #smut prompts

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hoonieyun · 4 months ago

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lie to girls

pairing: park sunghoon x reader “y/n”

genre: angst, drama

warning: toxic relationship, toxic boyfriend!sunghoon, adult themes, suggestive, overall 18+

summary: throughout your whole relationship with sunghoon, lies were a common thing. he often lied about where he was, who he was with, lied about how he would change for the better, and even more frequently, lied and said whatever he needed to make you stay. you, on the other hand, were also a liar. lied to your friends and family that sunghoon was a good man, lied to yourself that you believed him when he said he would change, and lied to convince yourself that he loved you.

notes: sabrina carpenter… the power your pen holds… wow! a bit of an angsty drabble until i release the first part of ritual! (bold and italics are song lyrics) enjoyyy

word count: 1450

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Girls will cry and girls will lie and

Girls will do it 'til they die for you

you didn’t understand why you were the way you were. maybe it’s because your parents never had a good relationship, constantly fighting behind closed doors but the moment they noticed you were around they would act like they were the happiest, most perfect couple.

or whenever you’d catch your mom crying while she folded the laundry while your dad was on the recliner drinking another can of beer and you’d ask her if she was okay and why she was crying. she’d either brush you off and tell you to go play with your toys or tell you that “mommy is okay, she just has something in her eye.” you didn’t know better then and you didn’t know better now.

so here you were, eyes blurry as tears began to cascade down your rosy cheeks and land on your phone as you text your friend updates about what’s been going on with you and your boyfriend, sunghoon. you and sunghoon had been fighting all weekend, this being your 4th fight and it’s only 2 weeks into the month. you were telling your friend about how he’d constantly come home late, never updates you on his whereabouts, and would see that his friends would post photos online of all of them surrounded by girls, including sunghoon. when you confronted him about it he turned it on you, saying that the only reason he goes out so much was because you were so clingy and that you never let him do what he liked.

the tears on your phone got so unbearable that it became difficult to type as the tears would spread across the keyboard and click on random letters, making your sentence unreadable. you toss your phone across you and sunghoon’s shared room, your phone making a slight cracking sign as it made contact with the wall. you were so sick and tired of constantly fighting with him, it’s draining and you truly didn’t know when your relationship began to go off the deep end.

sunghoon was the perfect man, or he used to be.

now you just wasted your time trying to convince yourself and everyone around you that he still was even though everyone could tell that your relationship was falling apart.

your relationship had various cracks, scratches, scruffs, and fissures. you used to think that it could be fixed but no amount of tape or glue could patch up the damage that had been done. at this point, you were just waiting for it to be over. too scared to break it off yourself because you feared that no one else would love you the way he did, even though he didn’t anymore. you felt that you were unworthy of love and would rather settle with whatever you have with sunghoon just for the sake of not dying alone. you were together with sunghoon, but more often than not, you felt lonely.

All of your best excuses

No, they don't stand a chance

Against all the chances I give you

you forced yourself to get out of bed and out of your bedroom. the room had become so suffocating, the air becoming thick, and you felt like at any moment you would faint. your feet made soft pattering sounds as you walked down the stairs, sunghoon’s silhouette coming into view as you got closer to the living room. he had slept on the couch all weekend, refusing to see one another as every time you saw each other it would turn into a fight about how he was out late or how he would ignore your calls or texts. you knelt down next to sunghoon and brushed away some of the hair that had fallen across his face. softly caressing cheek when he suddenly shifts in his sleep you immediately retract your hand and stand up. another wave of sadness wafts through you as you realize this was the first time you could look at sunghoon and not feel the urge to fight or argue with him.

you turned on your heel to leave and grab some water when he calls after you. “y/n?” he asks, his voice a bit raspy, probably to the several empty bottles of beer scattered on the floor and coffee table. “yeah..?” you say, refusing to turn around and look at him. afraid that if you do it might turn into a fight or you would start to cry. you remained at your spot as you could hear sunghoon getting up from his spot on the couch. you could hear some glass bottles softly clink against each other as he put them aside so he could move across the floor without stepping on any of them.

“baby, are you still mad at me?” sunghoon says, hugging you from behind while he softly rubbed your arms. you sniffle, trying to prevent the tears from falling like they did many times before. you shut your eyes for a moment and a tear falls down. you quickly wipe it away before facing sunghoon.

he looks at you with pleading eyes, the ones you fell in love with before; but now when you see them you’re reminded of all the other times he used this tactic, knowing you would fall for it because you were weak to him. you will never be strong enough.

you hum in response and hug him back. your arms stretching over his shoulders as his grip on your waist gets tighter. he places a kiss on the crown of your head before resting his cheek on top of your head. you bury yourself in his chest and for once, in this moment, you feel secure. like everything was going to be okay. that the constant fighting didn’t exist and that all the problems you guys had been having suddenly dissolved.

“you know i love you right? there’s no one for me but you, you know that right?” sunghoon says, looking down at you, watching your figure and waiting for a response. all he gets in return is a nod but it wasn’t enough for him. he needed to know that you were still his and that you believed him.

“look at me.” sunghoon says but you hesitate, afraid that if you do you might burst into tears. you sniffle once again and remained unmoving from your position. sunghoon’s grip suddenly loosens from your waist as one of his arms move to your face. his large hand gripping your chin between his fingers as he makes you look up at him. “you know i love you right?” he says, this time emphasizing the last word. like he was forcing you to say it just to say it.

“i do. i love you too.” you whisper while looking up at him. his eyes going from the soft and doe ones you fell in love with to a pair of darker and lustful eyes, like a predator stalking it’s prey. “let me show you how much i love you baby…” sunghoon says, hands trailing up to your neck as you places a kiss on your lips, tracing your jawline with kisses as he eventually makes his way to your neck. the two of you make your way back to the bedroom, once you arrive at the bottom of the stairs he instructs you to jump and so you do. sunghoon catches you, supporting your body on his with his strong arms.

this was your routine. you’d fight, you try to convince yourselves you still love each other, and it would end with the two of you entangled in each other’s arms, unclothed and bare in your shared bedroom. sunghoon knew all the right things to say and the right things to do to make you stay. the same way you knew all the right things to do and say to convince yourself that it was okay you stayed.

sunghoon didn’t have to try very hard to convince you that everything was going to be okay, because you did just fine doing that to yourself. convincing yourself that everything would simmer down and it would go back to normal. lying to yourself that you still loved him and that he loved you, because why wouldn’t the two of you still love each other. no one else could love you the way he did and vice versa.

he loves you.

and you love him.

you always will, whether that be the truth or not.

You don't have to lie to girls

If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves

Don't I know it better than anyone else?

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all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

credit to sabrina carpenter and writers of song "lie to girls"

#kpop #kpop au #kpop fic #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon #park sunghoon #angst #drama

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jujutsubaby · 11 months ago

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after hours (part 8)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader ☆ summary: you help toji bake brownies for megumi's soccer meet tomorrow! you're excited to spend a cute and wholesome night in with baking brownies and eating taco bell with toji but he has something different in mind... ☆ tags: modern au, babysitting au ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI !! oral (f! and m! recieving), penetrative sex (p in the v), smoking, overstimulation, cannabis use, rough sex ☆ a/n: GUYS MORE CRAZY FILTHY SMUT IS HERE FOR U!! enjoy luvs!! and also enjoy even more taco bell sponsorship~ next post will be gojo centered and will still have some smut so stay tuned!! im feeling a little less shy writing smut but i still have a lot of ways to go before writing the infamous 3way but so far im feeling good ab this series and still feeling the momentum >:) also toji is soooo goofy and dilfy i love him :( 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

by the time toji comes downstairs from putting megumi to sleep, you’re already measuring out flour and beating eggs for the brownies as a form of distraction from your horny thoughts. you give a quick wry smile to toji before going back to beating the eggs. you feel and hear toji’s footsteps creaking until they’re in the kitchen, and eventually, right behind you. his arms snake between your hips and you let out a gasp, despite knowing what he’s up to. toji pulls himself closer to you and nuzzles his head between you neck and shoulders, and you instinctively roll your neck to the side, allowing him full access to one of the most sensitive parts of your body.

you close your eyes in pleasure as toji peppers small kisses on your neck and shoulder blade, causing you to breathe heavier. “toji~ we need to bake megumi’s brownies,” you whine, trying to focus your energy back on beating the eggs again.

“right, the brownies…” toji mumbles into ear, causing you to shiver. he continues to leave tiny kisses throughout your neck before finally stopping and resting his head in the crook of your neck. there’s a brief moment of companionable silence with him, where the only sounds were the beating of the eggs, the cicadas outside, and the hum of the heater.

toji breaks the silence first. “so…how was your night last night?” he feels your body get rigid almost immediately and starts rubbing your shoulders. “don’t get nervous, i’m only asking because i’m genuinely interested, pumpkin. not everything about me is horny.”

“yeah, right!” you scoff, remembering the stunt he pulled at target earlier today. “seems like you already know how my night went, anyway.” you roll your eyes as you playfully shrug toji off your neck and he chuckles.

“that’s just the last part of the night, i wanna know how your night in general was, jeez…” toji teases as he measures out the dry goods for the brownies. you figure toji is being genuine, and you have no reason to believe he isn’t. plus, you aren’t that bothered by him eavesdropping on your steamy encounter with satoru last night – you don’t want to admit it but you find it extremely hot, in fact.

you sigh and start telling toji about your night, from taking the gummy shoko gave you to getting kicked out of playing dance dance revolution. you omit most of the sexual tension of the night with satoru, but you figure toji can just figure that part out by himself.

toji has an amused face by the end of your story. “wow, so this is what happens when daddy doesn’t respond to your text fast enough, huh. to think i could’ve taken care of you much better than-”

you hit him playfully in the arm before he can finish the sentence. the last thing you need in your head is satoru and toji both arguing with each other about who can satisfy you better. you’d love to bookmark that fantasy for later, though. maybe in your bed, with your vibrator.

“shut up!” you pour the wet mix into the dry one and start mixing the brownie mix slowly as you both chuckle.

“i didn’t know you got high.” toji seems intrigued.

you continue mixing. “yeah, i mean, sometimes i do. i guess we haven’t really ever...hung out like that. i mean, it’s kinda bad form to show up to work intoxicated, no?” you joke, thinking about how insane you have to be on something while babysitting a child.

“how many times do i have to say this? cut the shit, y/n, it’s literally just babysitting.” toji rolls his eyes. “you can be so tightly wound up, sometimes…” toji moves behind you again, and starts rubbing your shoulders lightly. you hate to admit it, but jesus that feels so good.

“still! i can’t be on some shit while with megumi…” you say, defending yourself but slowly losing your rigor as toji really hits a knot on your shoulder that involuntarily makes you let out a moan. oh, fuck. you can practically feel the smile grow on his face as he hits the spot again. you bite your lip this time to hold in the moan.

“well, you’re not with megumi, right now, right?” you’ve long stopped mixing the brownie mix, and you turn your head to face toji, meeting him just inches away from his lips. you suck in a breath.

“i guess not…what are you trying to say?” you boldly ask, your eyes not leaving his lips.

“i’m trying to say…” toji brings his lips even closer to you. “it’s probably gonna be easier for us to finish our cold ass taco bell if we smoke a little joint together in the backyard, pumpkin.” you answer him by pressing your lips to his, initiating a deep kiss between the two of you.

“i’m taking that as a yes,” toji says, in between kisses. he pulls you closer, and you turn yourself around and lock your arms over his neck, pulling him even closer to you as you respond by moaning into his lips. toji breaks off the kiss, chuckling at your frown. “patience, pumpkin…” he coos as he opens up a random cabinet in the kitchen and pulls out a ziploc baggie of a couple joints. he takes one out, grabs a lighter from a drawer with one hand, and your hand in the other and guides you to the backyard right outside. he lights it up and takes the first drag from it, and exhales. ugh, why does he look sooo hot while smoking? it’s unfair.

if you were this horny completely sober, you’re fucked for the night. despite knowing this, you accept the joint from toji and take a hit, letting the smoke lightly irritate your lungs before letting it all go. you really did try to play it as cool as toji when you exhaled, but you ended up coughing. heat rushes to your face as you feel toji patting your back and chuckling.

“stop, this normally doesn’t happen, okay,” you plead between coughs. “i just don’t smoke that much.” another embarrassing cough at the end of it.

“whatever you say, pumpkin.” toji coos as he continues to effortlessly smoke the joint with zero coughs. it makes you jealous how perfect he looks in the pale moonlight, blowing smoke out. his face relaxes with each puff, as does yours, as you both slowly lean into the buzzed feeling.

after a couple minutes of passing the joint to one another in silence, toji extinguishes it by slowly knocking it against the outdoor table. back inside the kitchen, there’s still the brownies that need to be put inside the already pre-heated oven.

“okay, how about you heat up the food, and i put the brownies in the oven?” you instruct toji as you carefully transfer the brownie mix into the tray. you’re definitely high right now, but you just have to use your brain for like, 3 more minutes, before you can turn it off and enjoy the night with toji, who’s currently heating up your dinner. he grabs the tray from you before you can pick it up.

“i’ll put it inside the oven, don’t want you to get burned handling the oven while a lil stoned. just open it and take a seat.” he instructs, head gesturing to the oven. it makes your heart skip a beat as you do what he says. you wait patiently as toji brings out the food, admiring his large and built physique. has he gotten even bigger since the last time you saw him? maybe you should ask if he wants to help you work out even though you can’t remember the last time you stepped foot inside the gym. you gulp and force yourself to think of something else, and the waft of the taco bell easily melts away your horny thoughts as the munchies slowly start to kick in for you.

you immediately start destroying your food, as toji grabs the remote to turn on…great british bakeoff? you didn’t know toji was into food television, and now that you think of it, food related tv shows are usually the most family friendly ones, too. toji senses your confusion and clears the air.

“listen, it’s interesting, okay?” he says, defensively as he chows down on his tacos, eyes not leaving the screen as paul hollywood explains the technical challenge.

“i’m not judging!” you’re judging a little bit. “i think it’s cute you’re into such soft dilfy tv shows…” you giggle.

“what makes ‘great british bakeoff’ dilfy?”

“i dunno, it’s just a dad thing to watch.” you say in between bites.

the rest of your dinner consists of conversations around toji’s tv show interests (he watches a lot of hgtv and a weird common ground between the two of you is selling sunset) and the current episode of great british bakeoff (you feel bad even offering to bake brownies after watching their baking skills).

you laugh when toji says he hated the time he went traveling to london (“i didn’t understand a single thing they said and their seafood is just awful!”). “you can’t judge them just by a single bad trip, toji,” you chastise, rolling your eyes. you take a bite out of a cinnabon delight and the cream oozes out around your lips. you’re about to quickly wipe it off, when you catch toji looking intently at you.

“hold on, let me help.” he wastes no time leaning towards you, suddenly forgetting about the tv show, and licks it off your mouth and you’re not sure when you both start kissing but you were. it seemed so natural to fall into it, cinnabon in one hand and your other tugging on his hair.

“you taste like cinnabons,” toji murmurs against your lips.

you let out a small moan, “it’s because i was eating one…until….” the sound of the tv drown out the smacks of your lips and your quiet moans.

“sorry, should i stop?” toji breaks the kiss and tugs on your lower lip playfully, and you moan due to the loss of contact. your hand, still resting on his head, forces him back on your lips as you hungrily open your mouth and let his tongue explore yours.

you’re about to say more but, but you’re both interrupted by the timer going off in the kitchen, indicating the brownies are finished. the sound startles both of you and toji breaks off the kiss as you catch your breath. you both get up, the high slowly plateauing for the both of you since getting some food in your stomachs. toji carefully takes out the freshly baked and hot brownies and places them on the granite countertop.

“god, they smell so good…” you say, practically salivating.

“i know they’re for megs, but…i mean, it wouldn’t hurt if we just ate one, right?” toji surmises, already grabbing a knife and slicing off two small pieces for the both of you.

“yeah, they won’t even notice.” you’re about to eat your brownie piece, when toji stops you.

“wait, got somethin’ that’s gonna make this even better.” he strides over to the fridge and pulls out a can of whipped cream. “we can have fun with this.”

you know he doesn’t mean it in a sexual way (or does he?) but you definitely read more into it, your heart beating faster thinking of all the dirty things you can do with the whipped cream, but first, your brain is begging you to try just a bite of the brownie before giving into your horny thoughts. you watch toji swirl a bit of whipped cream on his brownie before handing the can to you. you match him, albeit, a bit more messily. the whipped cream gets on your hands and on the plate, but you pay no mind to it as you both inhale the brownie bite at the same time.

you do a terrible job at holding back a moan at the sweet fudgy and warm bite. “oh my god…not to toot my own horn but these are the best brownies i’ve ever had.” you say with your mouthful and toji nods in agreement.

“megs is gonna love this tomorrow morning but he’s gonna hate us for trying a bite without him,” toji jokes. immediately after finishing his brownie, he grabs your whipped cream-laced finger and brings it to his mouth and starts sucking on it, causing you to gasp. he licks the whipped cream clean, and kisses the tips of your fingers.

“someone’s still hungry for something sweet,” you tease, grabbing the can of whipped cream, opening your mouth, and spraying some on your tongue. you stand on your tippy toes and toji leans down and gives you an open mouth kiss. his tongue engulfs yours and exchanges the whipped cream between both of your mouths, the sweetness driving your hunger for him even more. if you saw anyone else do this, it would make you gag, but with toji, you cannot deny how erotic it is and how incredibly soaked you are. the sweetest kiss (literally) you’ve ever had comes to an end as toji pulls back and grabs the whipped cream container.

“actually…” toji lifts you up with one arm and sets on top of the granite countertop of his kitchen. “i want something sweeter…” he brings the nozzle to your neck, which you gladly tilt for him to make space, and you feel the coldness of the whipped cream being applied on your neck. jesus fucking christ, you’re so sensitive there. you shiver at the contact. your eyes roll so far back in your head and you let out the most obscene moan when toji licks a long stripe across the whipped cream in your neck, and sucks on your skin at the end of it. you feel the vibrations of toji’s humming against your neck and you close your eyes in pleasure.

“f-fuck~ toji…m’so sensitive there…when you lick it, ah~” toji wastes no time placing some more whipped cream on your neck and repeating the same motion as you moan again at the contact of his tongue on your neck.

“fuck, pumpkin, i could just eat you up, right now,” toji says through raspy sighs. he’s practically inhaling you – your warmth, your scent, everything. he can’t get enough of you, with or without whipped cream. with or without clothes, too but preferably without. “gotta take this off,” toji says, tugging at the hem of your sweater.

“yes, daddy,” you say coyly as you bite your lip. you waste no time throwing the sweatshirt somewhere across the kitchen. you sit on the granite counter with your titties on full display, your nipples slowly getting harder by the second.

“tsk, no bra?” toji immediately connects his lips to your collarbones as he covers you in small open mouthed kisses until he reaches your sternum and feels your chest moving with your heavy breaths. your knuckles are turning white gripping the edges of the countertop. “you’re such a fuckin’ slut showing up here without one…what did you expect to happen?” he teases you even further as he starts kissing lightly your mounds.

your breath gets caught in your throat as you pathetically try to defend your decision to not wear a bra tonight. “i-i- toji~ y-you said y-you would cook for me and t-take care of me…” you’re looking down at him and he looks back up at you. you close the gap between your mouths as you engulf him in another kiss and wrap your legs around him, unapologetically bringing him even closer to you. you scoot yourself even closer to the edge of the granite counter so that your heat was as close as it could get to him without you falling off the countertop and you start grinding on him, desperate to feel something.

with the whipped cream can still in his hand, toji breaks off the kiss, and you notice a string of saliva connecting you both. “patience, pumpkin…” he mumbles as he shakes the can. he sprays two little buttons of whipped cream on each of your nipples, which are both hard right now, and it makes you shiver viscerally. toji engulfs one of your cream covered buds and starts sucking messily, causing you to whimper embarrassingly loudly. thank god the tv noise is drowning out your noises.

once he’s cleaned up one of your breasts, he moves on to the next one, expertly using his tongue in quick flicks against your hardened bud. you feel like your skin is on fire despite the cream being cold and you lightly tug on toji’s hair, pressing his face even closer to your breasts. it’s harder to keep your eyes open because of the pleasure that’s electrifying your body, and your moans are slowly filling up the room.

“fuck, y’taste so sweet…” toji says in between kissing your titties, alternating between each one and making sure not a single smear of cream was left. “can’t believe this is what i missed out on…”

“p-please, toji~” you whine, “n-need more of you…” you’re not one to be insistent, but you find your hands on toji’s shoulders and they’re slowly pushing him down to face your soaked shorts.

“need my tongue in your pussy? need daddy to take care of this pretty perfect pussy?” toji teases you by grazing his thumb over your clothed clit, making you involuntarily flinch and whimper. tears of desperation threaten to spill as you quickly nod your head and mouth a weak “please”.

“take this off.” toji commands, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts. he doesn’t have to ask you twice as your shorts practically slide off of you. your ass hits the cold granite and you yelp, but not for long as toji swiftly picks you up and lays you down on the dining room table. your legs automatically spread open wide as he takes a seat on the dining chair and comes face to face to your unclothed soaking core. you hear toji swear under his breath as his pupils dilate at the sight of you completely bare for him on his dining table.

you won’t lie – you feel extremely exposed compared to toji who’s completely clothed, but it just turns you on even more at how desperate you get for him to touch you. you’re so needy for his touch, his tongue, his fingers, everything. and just thinking about it makes your wetness drip on his dining table. your eyes roll back so far, you arch your back in pleasure from just feeling toji’s hot breath in your inner thigh.

“p-please, toji~ no teasing…i can’t stand it~” you cry, bucking your hips closer to toji’s face. you need his mouth on you so bad it’s making you go insane as you hyperventilate and blink back tears.

your eyes are facing the ceiling, but you feel toji shaking the whipped cream can. before you realize what’s happening, toji’s spraying another button of cold cream on your clit, and temperature causes your body to twitch. toji’s hands grab each side of your hips to hold them still, effectively forcing your legs to stay open while he finally dines on the dessert he’s been waiting all night for.

toji licks a long strip across your folds, until he reaches your bundle of nerves and rests below a small hill of cream. the cream mixes into your core, and toji eats it up like he’s never had anything sweeter (and he hasn’t). your wanton moans get louder and louder as he dives even deeper into your core, his tongue expertly not leaving any cream to waste.

“if you’re gonna be this loud, pumpkin, m’gonna gag you so shut the fuck up.” …was that supposed to be a threat to you? in any case, you bite your lips to stop block your moans, letting out raspy whimpers at toji’s ministrations. you feel toji’s fingers slowly creeping near your entrance and you buckle your hips futilely against his arms holding you down, in an effort to beg for more.

toji inserts one, maybe two, you’re not sure how many fingers are inside you by the time you feel the coil tightening in your lower abdomen. your mind, already high from before, turns into mush in the face of your rising heart rate. toji hears your whimpers getting louder and your pussy clenching around his curled fingers bullying your g-spot.

“t-toji~ m’getting close…” you say through mangled moans. tears threaten to spill as you strain to hold back until toji gives you permission. “can-can i, please?”

“can you what? use your words, pumpkin…” toji says, speeding up his fingers inside you.

“can-can i cum, please, toji~” you whine.

“anything for you, pumpkin. cum your brains out…” toji uses his thumb to apply the final pressure to your bundle of nerves, causing you to come undone on his fingers, and making a mess on his dining table. you don’t even have time to feel bad about it because toji starts bullying your g-spot again, leaving no time for you to recover.

he swiftly stands up, and you feel the tent in his sweats against your thigh as he reaches over to cover your mouth. you feel the back of your head pressing against the hard dining room table, but it does an effective job of mumbling your scream at the overstimulation toji was giving to your pussy. your eyes roll back as he uses his thumb again to circle your clit and apply pressure. the tears you tried to hold back this entire time stream down your cheeks as you feel your body on fire after not recovering from your first orgasm. you see toji’s cruel smile as he coos at how well you take his fingers.

“ohh, i know it’s a lot, pumpkin, but i know you can give me a second one, maybe even a third?” your eyes widen at the thought of three consecutive orgasms – you’ve never been able to do that even on your own! toji chuckles mockingly, his hands tightening around your mouth even more as he feels the signature clenching of your pussy on his fingers. he knows you're close and so do you.

“cum for me, i know you're close, don’t hold back for me.” and you don’t. if his hand wasn’t on your mouth, you’re sure the neighbors and megumi, and maybe everyone in the neighborhood would have woken up at how drawn out your scream was.

you’re unable to form a coherent thought as toji continues to keep his fingers inside you, caressing your g-spot and keeping up his end of his promise of making you cum three times in a row. it’s embarrassing how fast you cum the third time – it’s almost immediately and you feel yourself making a complete wet mess everywhere as your legs shake even though toji removed his fingers from you.

toji unclamps your mouth and your breathy moans start back up again as you watch him put his soaked fingers in his mouth. “wanna taste y’self, pumpkin…so sweet…” you pathetically nod your head as toji inserts his fingers inside your mouth and you start sucking involuntarily, tasting yourself on him. he pushes his fingers deeper in you, but you hold them back.

“want to taste you…toji, wanna suck you off…” you whine, wishing desperately his fingers were something else.

“soon, not finished with your pussy yet.” toji takes his shirt off, and you lift your head up to admire his body. his toned and chiseled abs have a thin layer of sheen from concentrating on making you cum. you bite your lip and make eye contact with him, as he reaches down and palms his rock hard member over his sweats. you feel your mouth water in anticipation of having it in your mouth, but toji has different plans.

toji lowers the waistband of his short and underwear, and his throbbing member springs up. with one hand, toji starts slowly jerking himself off, and with the other, he brings your pussy closer to the edge of the table. he places your legs on his shoulder, and they find a comfortable place resting on them. he gives a quick kiss to both of your ankles before rubbing the tip of cock against your slick folds, teasing your entrance.

“nghh~ toji no teasing!” you pout, your pussy suddenly eager to take his pulsating cock inside you after being stretched by his fingers for so long.

“okay, fine.” he says bluntly with a smirk as he slides his entire length into you, bottoming out. it takes you by surprise and he anticipates your loud moans as he once again uses one of his hands to cover your mouth and mangle your moans.

“shh, you can take it, pumpkin, i know you can.” he waits a couple seconds for you to adjust to his length, but in all honesty, no amount of time could have helped you get used to how big he was and how full he made you feel.

“ngh~ so big,” you complain through his hand on your mouth, as you struggle to keep your breathing normal and your moans at a normal volume. you clench involuntarily around him, and toji takes a seething breath through his teeth while scrunching his eyes.

“fuck, pumpkin. you cannot do that, m’gonna cum on the fucking spot…” toji says, practically having to count backwards in his head to prevent himself from cumming just by inserting himself into you. “how are you still so fuckin’ tight after i fucked your brains out last time…”

he slowly starts moving back and forth, and unclamps your mouth. he snakes one arm around one of your thighs and the other gripping your ankle next to face and forcing your legs further apart. you feel so exposed in front of him, but you can’t even complain, as toji quickens his pace inside you. you think you’re seeing stars in your vision, or maybe it’s because you’re still a bit high. your mind and body is still fucked out from your three massive orgasms previously, so you can’t make much of the things toji is saying to you.

“y’take me so well, pumpkin…”

“feel ya clenchin’ on me again…gonna cum again? four times? such a greedy little slut…” toji clenches his teeth as he prepares for your fourth orgasm on his leaking member that’s actively fucking your brains out. you feel the familiar wave building up inside you, and it’s even stronger than the other three you had.

“fuck toji~ i feel so close…m’gonna cum, please…i-i can’t hold it b-back….” by the time you cum, you’re a babbling mess, and it takes toji everything inside of him to not cum inside you at the same time. his eyes are looking at you, fully focused on your pleasure as he thumbs your clit to help you ride the wave. you clench on him, hard, and he lets out a throaty groan. he knows he’s not gonna last much longer inside you, especially if he’s going to be watching your titties bounce back and forth with every thrust.

“where d’ya want me to cum, pumpkin, m’close…” toji says through short, jagged breaths. you see beads of sweat on his concentrated face and his brows twitching as he’s pressed against you, keeping a consistent pace of hitting deep inside you.

you don’t have much energy left, but you manage to croak out your one request of the night. “wanna suck you off…wanna have you cum inside my mouth…”

toji wastes no time obliging to your request, as he slows down and detaches himself from you. you weakly get up off the dining table, your legs still shaky from your orgasms, as you manage to get down on your knees in front him. he looks so pretty with his head thrown back and his eyebrows scrunched as he’s jerking himself off. he opens his eyes to see you looking back up at him, and he gingerly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. your grasp on his leaking and throbbing member as he lets go, and you grab the can of whipped cream from the table and start shaking it.

you place a little bit along the tip of his shaft, lick it off, causing toji to groan. you do it again. and again. your tongue takes small , sweet licks off his tip, and you feel him trying to buckle his hips into your mouth. it makes you boldly giggle at how desperate he is to get off inside your mouth.

“y-you don’t get to tease, pumpkin, even when you’re the one sucking me off…” toji says between clenched teeth. with his hands, he creates a makeshift ponytail with your hair and forces his entire length inside you, causing you to gag on him. he starts fucking your mouth, and you feel the mascara tears falling down as you expertly control your gag reflex to take his length in. your tongue swirls as his cock is inside your mouth and you bob your head back and forth, determined to bring pleasure to the hardness of his arousal.

toji’s thrusts inside your mouth are getting sloppier and messier, and you know he’s getting close. toji knows he’s coming undone in mere seconds, and he lets you know he’s about to spill all over your mouth, face, chin, everywhere. he cums inside your mouth and it drives him insane at how well you milk his member. you make eye contact with him as his warm seed squirts into your mouth, doing your best to swallow every drop of him. whatever you miss is dripping down your chin on to your thighs, and you hear toji’s breath return to a normal pace as he slows down. you feel his member softening and you stop sucking him and catch your breath.

“fuck, pumpkin, how did you get so good at sucking me off…” toji says, catching his breath. you look at him demurely as you swipe his cum off your chin lick off your fingers, making a show of it by bringing your tongue out dramatically.

“dunno, i just do…” you say, and toji shakes his head, chuckling.

“you’re such a fuckin’ slut, pumpkin…” toji mumbles, before helping you up and peppering your face with kisses. he sees you shivering and he quickly helps you sit on the couch while he grabs a warm towel to help wipe you off and gathers both of your clothes that were strewn across the kitchen. he helps dress you before he does himself.

“wait…was the tv playing this whole time?” you ask, confused at how many episodes of great british bakeoff must’ve been on autoplay since you guys stopped watching.

toji laughs. “oh my god, it must’ve been playing the entire time. wait, quickly, hand me the remote, i don’t wanna know spoilers.” he quickly pauses the show and goes back to the netflix home page. god, it’s so cute he cares so much about that show. toji tosses you a blanket as he takes a seat next to you and goes back a couple episodes to where you guys stopped watching. you cuddle closer to him as you both watch the episode in silence. you feel toji’s fingers massaging your scalp softly, and you lean your head deeper into his broad shoulders, practically melting into his body.

your eyelids feel heavier by the minute, and you try your hardest to stay awake. you need to know who got the paul hollywood handshake. you’re not entirely sure when you drift off, but it can’t have been more than a couple minutes. toji notices and finishes up the episode before slowly carrying you (quite easily) up the stairs into his bedroom, where he tucks you in and cuddles you from behind.

he’ll never mention it to you, but by the time he’s in bed ready to sleep, he can feel himself hardening again against your ass as he spoons you. so fuckin’ inconvenient, he thinks, as he tries to think of anything else to try to sleep next to your passed out body.

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antiphilosophia · 2 years ago

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Crowley's pre-fall name is BARAQIEL (THEORY)

THIS POST MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS OR RATHER CLUES FOR GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 CONTENTS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION 🤍

Very well. Who doesn't love the Crowley is the Archangel Raphael theory (I am certainly of those people who do). During my first watch of Good Omens S2 I was even somehow almost confident that that was the case.

However, my second, more careful, viewing of this lovely (but equally heartbreaking) season made me change my mind, likely for good. In episode 4, Furfur's book "Demon's Guide To Angelic Beings Who Walk The Earth" shows us a name of a certain angel Baraqiel. (see photo below) Knowing Good Omens that can hardly be a coincidence.

Unfortunately, the very text is quite unreadable. One thing, other than the name, which is pretty clear is the subheading "Angel of the Sky" and since the episode 1 lets us take a look at how Crowley did indeed take part in creation of what is to be seen in the night sky, one can hardly find that entirely non-fitting. One other sentence I was (at least I think) able to read is "Often draped in red."

(On a different note but certainly worth noticing are scribbles that generally just roast Crowley – his suspiciousness, hair and name (though I am not absolutely sure of the latter) "His hair is bad!" Wow, Furfur really does hate Crowley.)

Then there is something written above the name of Baraqiel, unfortunately in none of the picture frames does it get a bit readable. I wonder though, couldn't it be "former"? Since it comes precisely after mention of Crowley to whom should one report on Aziraphale.

Crowley is very powerful. Dominion

A word that is not exactly readable but can be deduced from its placement (it is situated just as Aziraphale's "Principality") is Baraqiel's rank – Dominion Angel. It should be noted here that I very much lack proper knowledge of either Jewish or Christian mythology and I would hate to provide any incorrect claims. I therefore think it is better for me not to overly state things, even more so since everyone can look into it on their own and figure out what that might mean for our beloved demon. What I will say, however, is that they are (as I understand it) very powerful and, placed within the 2nd triad in the angel hierarchy, ranked higher than the Archangels. This would go well along with the emphasis that was in my opinion laid on Crowley's powers quite a lot this season.

For example: "A miracle of enormous power happened last night. The kind of miracle only the mightiest of archangels could've performed," said Shax to Crowley, to which he replied: "How'd you know I didn't do it?" He didn't get an answer.

What I think (and I may be very wrong, obviously) is that a miracle of this vastness wouldn't have happened simply because of a regular angel and a regular demon did together half a miracle each. What is also worth noticing is that the tool with which Crowley created the Nebula is the same as the one he used to temporarily stop time at the end of season 1 right before Satan's arrival. So much to the size of his powers.

Baraqiel, lightning of God. Fallen angel

Finally, to Baraqiel himself. My lack of knowledge concerning this matter still stands and frankly I don't even know where to find valid information about angels and such on the internet. Baraqiel should, however, stand for "lightning of God" and is also regarded as the angel of lightning. In season 2 there are (as far as I remember) two occasions where Crowley is put in correlation with lightning. (1) His poor anger management issues in episode 1 and (2) his not at all better matchmaking in episode 3 ("I haven't done weather in ages"). Furthermore, Baraqiel is considered to be the one who taught astrology to people. Nevertheless, what points to Crowley and Baraqiel being one even more is that Baraqiel is indeed a fallen angel.

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So... That is probably it. I usually tent to theorize about stuff in quiet, in fact, this is the first time I've used Tumblr for anything other than reading Neil Gaiman's posts. I didn't even think that I would actually post it but then I've searched on Twitter, TikTok and here on Tumblr if anyone else has already come up with this theory. The only post I could find (hopefully I haven't missed anything) was by @valaza_04 on Twitter (click here) where they refer to the same frame shot as I do here.

Now I know, we are still recovering from heartbreaking (but if you ask me, absolutely amazing) finale and the main thing currently on our minds is figuring out why would Aziraphale choose as he did and the many wonderful theories that come with it. However, considering the utterly virulent look that Metatron shot at Crowley before walking out of the bookshop with Aziraphale and also his "Well, [Crowley] always did want to go his own way. Always asking damn fool questions, too." makes me think that he absolutely does not care for Crowley and whichever angel he was before the Fall. And I reckon it won't remain unnoticed in season 3 and might even be really important (or that is just me wishing for more pre-fall Crowley scenes). Hence I decided that I will post this. And it doesn't matter if no one will see this in the end, it was quite fun to write. However, if there is someone who will read this all the way through, I hope they will accept my apology for the mistakes I have most possibly made (English is not my first language) and also for the ridiculous length this post has come to gather. It turns out, I am just as chatty of a writer as I am speaker.

Well maybe I will come around to write one more post about this theory, only with a proper research this time. Till then thank you and, please, support this season by streaming as much as you can so we can have season 3 of this masterpiece of a show. And be kind to those bringing it to us in your comments regarding the ending, even though it is very frustrating and heart-shattering, it is also maybe the best ending we could have hoped for with the prospects of season 3.

Thank you for letting me talk my heart out, Tumblr.

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years ago

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The Lonely Hearts Club: Part Two

Summary: Full Story! Breaking up with Andrew Barber is hard to do. You of all people should know, considering you just tried. Now what? Read Part One.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Discussions of Break-ups, Fun with Exes, Jealousy, Andy Being a Menace, Confident Reader, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Expect Additional Future Warnings, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @atkissoflife, @that-one-anxious-mango, and @piscesmermaidprincess. This multi-part fic features a combination of requests from the likes of @writer84, @lexivass, @moejdaw, and several others. It is also, part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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February 15th - 12:25am - Los Angeles, CA

Wow. Just...wow.

You stare down at your phone as you wait for the bartender to bring you your check. While you had initially been prepared for Andy to be upset over your note, as well as your pretty abrupt departure, you certainly hadn't expected this.

If anything, he seemed almost...unbothered. By all of it. Granted, it was sometimes hard to gauge a person's tone via text. But you'd also been in a relationship with the man for the better part of six freaking months! At this point, one could argue that you were practically fluent in Andrew Barber and all of his fucking moods.

The guy was up to something, without a doubt. Which meant that you were now officially on high alert. Because your man - your ex - had never been the type to play fair.

Especially where you were concerned. You should've known that it was gonna take a hell of a lot more than a handwritten letter and a box of artisanal muffins to knock some sense into his stubborn ass.

"Argh! You are such a fucking ogre, Andrew!" You groan, burying your face in your hands. "Why can't you ever make things easy?"

The next time you look up it's to see the bartender returning with your credit card. She goes to hand it over, only for you to interrupt her mid-sentence.

What was her name again? You could've sworn it started with a "D".

"Sorry, I know I said I was ready to close out. But since men are stupid, I think I'm gonna need another margarita. Quite possibly two."

Delta gives you a sympathetic nod before pocketing your card once more. "You got it, sweetie. Still want sugar instead of salt?"

"Yes, please." You mumble, reminding yourself that it was okay to feel annoyed. Because you were. This was supposed to be your time, damn it. You deserved to take some space for yourself!

Even if it meant sitting alone at a hotel bar, missing the one person you loved more than anything, the day after motherfucking Valentine's Day. Cheers, bitches.

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Two Weeks Later – Somewhere in Downtown Boston

Andrew Barber stares blankly at his computer screen, mindlessly tapping his index finger against his temple as a fresh wave of anger courses through his veins.

He’d been so good the last two weeks. So patient and understanding. He’d given you your space, just like you’d asked. Never intruding with the exception of the text he shot off that night.

Even when he’d come across your latest Instagram post from a few days ago showing off your apparent date with another man. Some pretentious looking fucker who went by Russell Cromwell. You two had looked real cozy while sharing a plate full of Birria tacos. And then you’d posed outside of the restaurant with your arms wrapped around his waist.

But the real kicker had been the last photo in the carousel. The one where you’d kissed him on the cheek – when you’d done the “knee thing” that actresses used to do in those old black and white movies you loved to watch so much.

Oh yeah. The two of you would be having a discussion about that one real soon. His wayward Baby Girl could count on that shit.

Honestly, you had no idea how hard falling back had been for him. It had been a real struggle. Because at his core, Andrew Barber was a man of action. He was well-known for his cunning and mental prowess. This was a man who had graduated at the top of his class, who had then gone on to become the youngest District Attorney in the city of Boston’s history.

And in times of crisis, he was someone you could count on to remain calm and collected while you worked towards a solution. Nothing could shake him, save for the trial and media circus that had briefly surrounded his late son.

After that particular tragedy, Andy had resigned himself to being alone. Forever. He often tried to convince himself that he preferred it that way. Andrew Barber didn’t do love. Not after what happened with his ex-wife, Laurie. He was better off living a life of no commitment.

Even if it meant a lot of lonely nights filled with a seemingly endless revolving door of meaningless one-night stands.

And then he’d met you.

Yes, you.

The woman who had somehow, against all odds, brought magic back into his life. Your laugh, your smile, your very presence – it colored his whole goddamn world. He told you that all of the time, and yet it was almost as if you didn’t believe him.

At first, he was convinced that you were too good to be true. Although he’d been quickly dispelled of that notion when you’d had the balls to walk out on him during your very first date. It’s quite possible that he’d fallen for you right then – because you were the type of woman who knew her worth.

By then, Andy had become convinced that you were a gift from the universe. The way he saw it, after everything he’d been through, he was owed you. You were the woman of his dreams – his very salvation – all wrapped up in a curvy little package. And when you ran that night, it called to the primal part of him that felt compelled to give chase.

Just like now.

But what you had yet to understand was that, once a man like Andrew Barber had deemed you his forever, there was no going back. There was no letting you go. No means of escape.

At most, he’d been granted you a temporary reprieve. You both needed time to assess the situation, survey the damage, and then calculate your next move.

And sweetness, you’d already played your hand when you’d left that little note skipped town under the pretense of taking a fucking business trip.

Fine. Now it was on him. And while you still held most of the cards, that certainly didn’t mean that Andrew Barber was walking around without an ace or two in his back pocket. And you had better believe that he was more than ready to play his own.

But first…he needed some fucking coffee. And lucky for him, he knew just where he could find the perfect cup – shot of chocolate, dash of cinnamon, hold the whip.

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Forty Minutes Later – Monarch Media Group (20 Minutes Outside Downtown Boston)

You lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. For the life of you, you simply couldn’t seem to focus today. Or any other day for the matter.

Even though it had been almost a week since you’d returned from your trip to L.A., you still felt just as conflicted about things with Andrew Barber as you did before you’d left. And not only that, but you also found yourself feeling on edge about the entire situation.

Because after your brief text exchange the morning of February 15th, he’d left you alone. The most impatient man you’d ever encountered this side of Boston had actually found it within himself to respect your wishes.

No calls. No texts. No emails. Not even so much as a fucking smoke signal.

And while part of you was pleased with that particular development, there was no denying the fact that you missed your Big Man.

You could be woman enough to admit it. You missed the hell out the handsome, grumpy-faced district attorney who, up until recently, had been a major mainstay in your life. But after some serious soul searching and a generous amount of tequila, you’d come to the conclusion that it was important for you to get your mind right before moving forward with anything.

You owed it to yourself to figure out who you were outside of your relationship with Andy – needed it even. Because that man was a force to be reckoned with. He could be so dominant sometimes, his personality so completely all-consuming that it was easy to lose yourself in him.

To allow yourself to become so entirely eclipsed by his brilliant shadow. Which is something that could absolutely happen the moment you stopped paying attention to your own wants, and needs, and desires.

And if that ever were to happen, part of you wondered whether or not you would be able to find your way back. Honestly, you had no idea.

Because after all of this, if you chose to be with him…it would mean that you were all-in. There was no other option with him.

That beautifully stubborn man didn’t have a lower setting.

However, the last thing you’d ever expected was for Mr. Andrew “My Way or the Highway” Barber to go quietly into that good night. Well, suppose you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Because if anything he could very well be planning–

Your inner musings are interrupted by Anya, your favorite receptionist at Monarch Media Group. Granted, she was also the only receptionist at the company you’d worked for over the last several years, but that was neither here nor there.

Anya gives you a knowing look before taking a seat on the edge of your desk. “Hi, friend.” She lightly pokes your shoulder. “How ya doin?”

“I’m okay.” You blow out a breath and then decide to exit out of your Outlook. “What’s up?”

“Oh…nothing much.” You watch as your friend and coworker helps herself to a piece of chocolate sitting in a nearby dish.

“Okay.”

“I just stopped by to tell you that your coffee has arrived.” She dutifully unwraps it before popping it in her mouth.

“What?”

You hadn’t ordered any coffee. You didn’t usually even drink the stuff this late in the day. Unless…

“Yep. And just so happens, it was hand-delivered by the handsomest door-dasher I ever did see.” Anya pokes your shoulder again. “I would’ve accepted it on your behalf, but the guy insists on giving it to you himself. Probably angling for a tip if you ask me.” She throws you a conspiratorial wink for good measure.

Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Andrew “Check Out My Shit Timing” Barber.

“Ugh.” You bury your head in your hands to muffle your cry of frustration. “Can you please just tell him I’m not here?”

“I’m afraid I already let that cat out of the bag. But by the look on your face and the way you’re rocking back and forth like a human pinball, I take it I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No!”

“Did you and Andy like…break up…or something?” Anya pauses as she reaches for another piece of candy, her hand hovering in mid-air.

No, Anya. I always feel like jumping out the nearest window. I’m fucking squirrley like that.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” You wail. “It’s just…it’s just really fucking complicated, okay?”

“Gotcha. So…about the coffee…”

“I’m going. I’m going.” You stand up in a huff, wishing you knew where you put the ponytail holder that had been on your wrist just this morning. “But if he pisses me off, I’m dumping that shit on his shoes. Hot or not. I do not care.”

“Okay, but if it comes to that can you please try to do it off company property? I’m all for you handling your business, but I’m also thinking about all the paperwork I’m gonna have to do if you accidentally injure one of the city’s hottest attorneys.”

“Fuck you.” You grumble as you stalk towards the front of the office to confront the annoying asshole who also happened to be the love of your life.

“What can I say? I’m a selfish bitch.” She chirps, blowing you a kiss.

“Your words not mine. And stay the hell out of my chocolate, you mooch!” You call out as you turn the corner, fully intending to give the Boston D.A. a piece of your mind before you politely, and very firmly, shoved him out the door.

Because if that man thought that he could just waltz right into your place of business and act like he owned everything and everyone, then he was sorely mistaken. You were going to prove to him, and whoever the hell’s job it was to oversee this whole godforsaken cosmos, that you knew how to stand your ground.

The sight of him standing right there in the lobby is easily enough to temporarily rob you of all reasonable thought. His back is to you, giving you the brief opportunity to give him a thorough once-over. His tailored white dress shirt is rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his brawny forearms. But what really draws your attention are his slate gray slacks, which only serves to highlight his perfectly sculpted backside.

He looked good. Nobody deserved to look that damned good, least of all your ex-boyfriend.

Wait. Is that – is that what he was now? Is…is that how all of this worked? Fuck!

You note the lack of tension in his broad shoulders. All things considered, he seemed pretty relaxed. But the real question was…how long could it be expected to last?

Andy picks that moment to turn around, his bright blue eyes locking with your own as an eager grin slowly spreads its way across his handsome features. You take a steadying breath and choose to ignore it.

“Andrew.” You exhale, trying your best to appear unaffected by his presence. It was a lie, of course. But if you managed to keep this unexpected interaction short and sweet, you just might be able to pull it off. “Wh–what are you doing here?”

“Hi.” He cocks his head to the side as he drinks you in, almost as if he’s amused by your disgruntled demeanor.

“Hello.” You cross your arms over your chest, wishing that you had chosen to wear a different sweater today. Andy loved you in this color, especially because of how it paired with your particular skin tone.

“Happy Wednesday, baby.”

God, he really needed to lose that stupid smile. Otherwise, how on earth were you supposed to maintain your composure?

“Sure.”

“Brought you something.” Andy holds out one of the cups of coffee he’s carrying. “Figured you might be able to use a little pick-me-up.”

“Thanks, but I’m good.” You tell him with a shake of your head.

“What? Since when?” He rears back before offering up a playful pout. “We always get coffee together on Wednesdays. It’s our thing…our little afternoon delight.” This time you’re treated to a wink.

“Shh!” You hiss, bridging the distance between your bodies to slap a hand across his mouth. “Don’t say that!”

The last thing you needed was someone to overhear that and think you two used to sneak away sometimes in the afternoon to…to well…you know. Some of the people you worked with possessed very vivid imaginations.

And besides, that whole afternoon delight business had only happened once or twice. Okay, quite possibly four and a half times – and then one more after that.

Amusement sparkles in his gaze as he stares you down. And then you feel the faint flick of his tongue brush across your palm. When you don’t react he does it again, this time following it up with an exaggerated groan.

You immediately jerk your hand away as if you’ve just been burned. Knowing that things were only bound to get worse, you snatch one of the coffees before grabbing his arm and dragging him outside and into the unseasonably warm weather.

Thank goodness for small favors.

The smell of spring was definitely in the air these days, but all you can focus on is the sound of Andy’s laughter trailing behind you. Frankly, it’s enough to set your teeth on edge. Even still, he allows you to lead him down the street. At some point there’s a slight shift that results in your relinquishing his arm so that he can lace his fingers through yours.

But you'll allow it if it means that he’ll behave for as long as it takes to make it to your destination. Which just so happens to be an empty bench located at the edge of a nearby park.

To his credit, the attractive buttface at your side doesn’t say anything during your impromptu power walk, but he also doesn’t need to. Because after two long weeks without you, the man was probably venturing into serious touch-starved territory.

You knew it. And so did he. So part of you didn’t see the harm in giving him this one, small thing.

Relief fills you when you finally reach the bench. Of course Andy sits first before pulling you down with him – but thankfully not onto his lap. Although you’re positive that the thought was there.

Eventually he lets go of your hand. Unsure of what else to do, you finally take a sip of your coffee. The rich, slightly bitter flavor of chocolate and mocha bursts onto your tongue, followed immediately by a quick hint of cinnamon.

Mm. A perfect cup.

“I’ve missed you, baby girl.” Andy’s large, lightly calloused hand cups your face – the roughened pad of his thumb caressing the curve of your cheek. “It hasn’t been a very fun couple of weeks.”

“I know.” You whisper as you lean into his touch and your eyes flutter closed. Perhaps you were just as starved for affection as he was. “I’m sorry.”

“Did you miss me?” His tone is gruff, but there’s no mistaking the emotion behind his words. Or the pain in his eyes for that matter.

“I did, Andy.” So much.

“But you still left. Tried to break up with me before hopping on a plane and running off all the way to L.A. to share some chips and queso with good ol’ Rusty.” Your eyes fly open as Andy’s hand drops away. “Or did I read that wrong?”

How the fuck had he known where you where? You hadn’t included anything about your intended destination in your letter…

“I saw it on your Instagram, in case you were wondering. Was actually able to use that stupid account you set up for me after all.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he narrows his gaze, trying to read your expression. “Couldn’t really get much else, although I enjoyed those pics of you at the beach.”

“It was a work trip.” You remind him, suddenly feeling defensive. “And Russell is an old friend, nothing more.”

“Hm.” Andy quirks an annoyed brow. “Are we talking about the kind of friend who also accompanies you to the beach so you can show off your brand new bikini? Not that I’m complaining any about that gorgeous, sunkissed glow you’ve got going on, princess.”

His big body is certainly tense, but there’s no ignoring the feral gleam in his eyes. Almost as if he’s dying to undress you and spend the next several hours checking you for tan lines.

And he would, too. It’s not like it would be the first time.

“I went alone. Russell stayed behind for that one.” You roll your eyes at the sight of his nostrils flaring. “Jesus Christ, dude! I know you may not believe that I’m a big girl, but I am. And if I wanna go hang out at the beach by myself, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!”

Which was exactly what the fuck you’d done. And it had been positively marvelous.

“Fine.” He grunts, raising his palm towards the heavens. “God forgive me for having the sense to worry about my girl, especially since the last time I checked, she still couldn’t swim for shit.”

“Whatever, Andrew. This girl does whatever the hell she wants now, so you had better get used to it.” Your mouth is set in a thin, firm line while you silently dare him to disagree.

“I’m not quite sure how that’s different from any other day with you, but alright.” Andy tries to calm himself by playing with a stray curl that’s fallen free from your bun. “You’re still mine, sweetness. Even when you insist on being a brat. Or did you somehow forget that part?”

You swat at his hand instead of responding, hating that steady feeling of warmth that was currently pooling in your belly.

“Did you?”

You make a show of ignoring him in favor of enjoying what was left of your coffee.

“You know, they say that sometimes silence speaks louder than words, baby girl.” You find yourself resisting the urge to clench your thighs together at the sound of the dark chuckle that rumbles through his chest. “It’s alright, though. Guess I’ll just have to remind you again once we get past this little wall you’re trying to put up between us.”

He gifts you with a flash of his pearly white teeth. Andrew Barber was the type of man who would only let you get away with so much before he put his foot down. And you would do well to remember that.

“Pretty sure you meant to say “actions”, jackass.” Apparently he finds your acerbic wit funny as well.

“Eh, I’ve heard it both ways.” Andy shrugs before going back to toying with your curls. “But I think you should know that I’m not very happy with you, baby. And I’m trying to be patient here, but it’s kinda difficult when I can’t even get you to talk to me.”

“I was going to call you…” That wasn’t a lie. You had just been trying to drum up the mental fortitude you knew it would take to pick up the phone and actually dial his number. Sometimes, dealing with Andrew Barber could require some serious patience.

“Were you now?” He doesn’t believe you. You can hear it in his voice.

“I was.”

“Okay, then have dinner with me tonight.” He releases your curl, watching the way it bounces as it springs free.

“Andy.” You let out an exhausted sigh.

“Meet me at my place. I’ll swing by Imperial Wok and pick up a few of your favorites so we can eat. And then we can talk in a quiet, private setting without any interruptions. How does that sound, princess?”

“Wonderful.” The word slips out before you can catch it. “But I–I can’t.”

Andrew Barber’s excited smile dies on his lips the moment that phrase reaches his ears and registers in his brain. As much as you hated to admit it, being alone with this man wasn’t a very good idea right now – especially behind closed doors.

Because while you’d never seen the man in court, you’d definitely heard plenty of stories about his ruthlessness. And you knew firsthand just how persistent he could be when he was determined to get his way.

When Andy wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it. Not only was he relentless, but he also wasn’t above using every tool at his disposal – including sex – if it meant having you back in his life. It wouldn’t matter all that much to him how it came about.

The same way he wouldn’t care if whether or not your desired reconciliation only happened because he’d lured you into his bed before fucking you back into submission.

“The fu–why the hell not?” He growls, his hand grips the arm of the wooden bench so hard his knuckles go white.

“Because I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” The pronounced tick in his jaw makes it clear that he’s beyond frustrated by your refusal.

Unfortunately, that was too damned bad! By the time this was all said and done, your handsome ogre was going to have mastered the art of having some goddamned patience. At least you hoped that would be the case…

“Both.” You offer your Big Man a small apologetic smile as you rise from your seat. “Let’s plan for sometime next week. Maybe we can shoot for Monday. I’ll, uh, send you a text or something and we can find a place to meet. But I really need to get back to work now.”

Andy stares at you for what feels like a full minute as his impressive brain works overtime to figure out his next move. And then he stands up before taking your empty cup and discarding them both in a nearby trash bin.

“Alright.” He mutters with a nod in your direction. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for your message then. Now, let’s get you back to your office.” A lump forms in your throat when he wraps a muscled arm around your shoulders as you two begin walking back the way you came.

Fuck, you really hated this shit. But if this relationship was ever going to have a chance of working, you had to continue standing your ground. Even though it hurt like hell.

“I, um...I know you said that we probably won’t be able to sit down and talk until next week. And I suppose I can understand where you’re coming from with that, but while I have you now…” He lightly coughs into his elbow.

You glance up at your hotshot attorney, trying to figure out where he was going with this so that you could potentially cut him off at the pass.

“I at least wanted to say “thank you” in person for still agreeing to help Lydia with the charity gala this Saturday. I’m sure that it wasn’t an easy decision for you, especially given how things have been between us lately. But I really do appreciate it. And, frankly, I’m sure the kids at St. Augustine’s do too.”

You feel the blood drain from your face as the reminder of this weekend’s event all-but smacks in the face. “Shit!” You hiss, pulling away from Andy as you reach your building. “It’s this Saturday? Are you sure?”

“I am.” He confirms, his eyes filled with surprise. “I just spoke with Lydia yesterday when I–”

“Fuck!” You exclaim as your hands fly to your hips, uncaring that you just interrupted whatever it was he was about to say.

In all of the chaos, you’d completely forgotten that you had agreed to help the wife of one of Andy’s colleagues with her annual charity ball. Starting by arriving at the hotel early Saturday morning to aid in the event setup, before heading up to your room to get ready for the evening's festivities.

A room that had been booked during a time when you and Andy were on much better terms.

“She did mention that she sent all of the volunteers an email a couple days ago with a list of instructions. Maybe it got buried in your inbox, baby.” He rests his hands on your biceps, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “But she is definitely expecting you and I’m afraid it’s probably too late for you to back out at this point.”

Deep down you knew he was right. And quite honestly, you wouldn’t even dream of doing something like this close to the actual date of the gala. But there was still the issue of having to share a hotel room with your ex.

Closing your eyes, you force yourself to take a deep breath. “I–I wouldn’t do that. I’m not that big of an asshole. I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to share a room…” You trail off, hoping that he would at least be somewhat understanding of your current plight.

“Ahh.” You can see the moment when realization finally dawns. “Right. Almost forgot about that.”

No, he actually hadn’t. But since Andy didn’t feel as though there was any real need for you to know that, he was going to keep that particular tidbit to himself. Even he was capable of showing some restraint every now and again.

“Like I said…” You find yourself anxiously bouncing on your toes. “I don’t think –”

“I get it, sweetheart.”

Wait. He did? Just like that?

“You do?”

“I do.” His words are accompanied by a lopsided grin.

He didn’t. But then again, you didn’t need to know that either.

Andy’s hands leave your arms so that he can tenderly cup the sides of your face instead. “You just leave it all to me, baby girl. I’ll call the hotel and change the reservations.”

“You will?” You place your smaller hands overtop of his own. “You…you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” Andy leans down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. “And I promise to be on my best behavior Saturday night.” He gives you another kiss, which you allow. “If you want, I’ll even send over the updated confirmation info.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, wishing that you could give-in just a little more and offer up your lips for a kiss. A real one this time.

But you couldn’t afford to do that. Not even when Mr. Andrew “Give Me A Gold Star For Being Helpful” Barber was acting sweet. That would only throw everything off balance all over again.

Andy’s heated gaze drops to your mouth before he slowly pulls away. “Don’t work too hard, okay?” His husky voice sends one last tiny flutter through your belly.

“Same goes for you.” You tell him as you begin to head into the building.

“Goodbye, baby girl.”

“Goodbye, Andrew. See you Saturday.”

He waits until you’re safely inside and out of sight before turning on his heel and proceeding in the direction of his car. Oh, you’d be seeing him on Saturday alright. And he would be on his best behavior – depending on just how much patience he could muster.

You two would be sorting this shit out then, whether you liked it or not. When it was over, you’d both spend the rest of the weekend making up for lost time. And Andrew was going to do everything in his power to ensure you enjoyed every fucking second of it. Just like he planned to enjoy getting reacquainted with that delicate sweetness between those luscious thighs. But first…

He needed to go make a call.

END

*Part Three Coming Soon...*

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itaehynz · 2 years ago

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Since ur taking requests, I was thinking of an angsty story where reader confesses to best friend/fwb Taehyun, but gets rejected, then spend some years away from eachother but when Taehyun comes crawling back, reader gives him a taste of his own medicine. Sorry if this makes no sense lol

⌗ smoking out the window — k.th﹒ ʬʬʬ

‣‣ pairing: kang taehyun x reader.

‣‣ genre: angst, fluff, nsfw/suggestive, fwb 2 strangers x2.

‣‣ warnings: more than a little nsfw, implications of sex, profanity, taehyun is immature at the start, kissing, lmk if i missed some!

‣‣ word count: 2.5k

it’s been a few minutes of both of you’s moans bouncing off the walls surrounding you. taehyun begins heavy panting just as he pulls out, “yn, that was amazing. wow.” he says while rubbing small yet soothing circles into your thigh.

he places a warm kiss on your lips & brings his hand to rub the nape of your neck while slowly bringing your head into his chest. “yn, i actually love you. that has got to be the best sex i’ve ever had, like truly.” you giggle into his chest, getting this sudden feeling bubbling up in your chest. you’re not sure if it’s just because of the post-orgasm relief or something else.

definitely something else.

as you let out a shaky breath, taehyun raises his head from yours & looks down at you, “baby what’s wrong? something on your mind?”, he asks before placing another gentle kiss in the crown of your head. “yeah, it’s nothing though so don’t worry hyun.” “no, talk to me. i’m open to talk about anything, you know this.” you blink away your tears & move away from him to sit up on your bed.

“it’s just, you know how we said, we can do this friends with benefits shit with no strings attached? or no feelings involved, whatever the fuck we agreed to?” he nods, “yeah well, um,” you sniffle slightly, “i have feelings for you tae.” he blinks a couple times before it hits him. “what?” he says in a passive aggressive tone, “yn, i already told you there can be no feelings involved in this shit. and, if you’re joking it’s not funny.” “tae, i really do wish i was joking but i’m not, i’m really sorry-“

“yn, sorry doesn’t make up for it! i don’t give a shit what you’re sorry for… i can’t continue this. i’ve made it obvious that i don’t feel shit for you, i don’t know how you can be so oblivious of it but yeah. i feel absolutely nothing for you & i never will.”, now you’re pissed. there’s no way he just broke your heart & insulted you in the same sentence.

“taehyun are you fucking serious? i’m oblivious? and you’ve made it obvious?! taehyun. after every fucking time we’ve had sex you bought me food, bathed me, washed my hair and even DURING SEX you’ve called me baby, told me you’ve loved me on multiple occasions and also fucking said you’d do “anything” for me. so i’m sorry if i thought you genuinely meant all of that and wanted to be with me!”

“i’m leaving.” he says while getting up & putting his clothes on. “okay but i’m not finished talking to you? you cannot be seriously walking out in the middle of this— whatever the fuck this is!” he shoots a disgusted glare at you, “i’m finished talking to you, yn. as soon as i leave, cut off all contacts you have with me. i’m done with this and i refuse to look at you right now.” he says as he begins to walk towards your front door, “goodbye yn.”

wow, your friendship with him ended just like that.

yn: you can’t be serious taehyun, are you?

tae <3: serious as ever, don’t text me again. block me.

yn: ….dude.

*this message cannot be sent.*

“fucking asshole.” you breathe out before blocking his number & flopping back down on your bed. tears begin welling up in your eyes again as you turn over into your pillow & begin to sob.

as your breathing becomes more and more rigid, you begin contemplating on every single moment you’ve shared with taehyun. the sweet ones, the unforgettable ones and the intimate ones. he’s always treated you as if you were the most beautiful person in his eyes yet he left with no visible signs of hesitation. you trusted him, you thought he wouldn’t leave you ever… but he did. all those years of friendship down the fucking drain and for what? because taehyun didn’t feel the same way you did. bullshit.

the words he said to you were completely unkind, disrespectful and unexpected, you should’ve seen it coming though… why would anyone feel that way about you? especially taehyun, he’s always had his priorities straight, his goals set, every achievement he’s accomplished is because he’s been so in sync with his emotions and his mind but, is that what he really needed? it’s okay to be reckless sometimes, which is why he started messing around with you.

you’re 100% sure he said there should be no feelings involved and everything you both do is for the considerations of your own pleasures and desires, not to catch feelings. you don’t know what came over you but you fucked it all up. but there’s no going back now, no more taehyun, no more ‘friends with benefits’ stuff. friends with benefits is what broke your heart… no. taehyun is who broke your heart.

don’t let it happen again.

4yrs later.

“fuck i need to get ready.” as you rise up from your afternoon nap, sighing at the thought of a hangover and possibly vomiting everywhere.

it’s been around two years since that whole situation with tae— (don’t remember), never mind. just focus on getting dressed.

you scroll through your contacts looking for your best friend’s name, ‘ah there we go’ pressing their contact and clicking facetime. you see they’re in the middle of getting dressed just as you’re brushing your teeth and fixing your hair. you converse with them for a while before it’s time for you to shower, you hang up the phone telling them you’ll text them when you’re almost ready so they can pick you up from your house and drive you both to the club.

it’s been a little easier to take your mind off of things ever since you last had a “relationship”, which ended poorly. that doesn’t really matter anymore because you’ve moved on, becoming a better and smarter person. making wiser decisions, being careful of who you’re dealing with and making tons more money. you have everything in order and you feel like nothing can get in your way, you’re unstoppable.

as you finish these shower thoughts, you step out and begin searching for clothes, you choose a nice outfit that seems to fit your shape well and begin texting your friend letting them know you’re almost ready. you don’t know what you have planned for tonight but you do know that you’re going to have the most fun you’ve had in a while. work’s been tiring and it’s not as if your home life has been any better, online classes, bills, and more. tonight is the night you’re going to forget all of that and party till you feel like it’s time to stop.

you grab your keys, your bag and quickly begin putting on your shoes to head out. you check yourself one more time before jogging to your door & leaving.

you’re not letting anything stop you tonight.

nothing is getting in your way.

(don’t remember, forget it all.)

you’ve arrived at the club and you’re doing exactly what you said you would. partying till your feet fall off, you’ve had a couple drinks, feeling a little tipsy but not drunk enough to not function, of course. your friend is practically babysitting you as they dance right next to you making sure you don’t get taken away by some stranger or something, but you’re not that dumb.

you’ve been seeing a familiar figure looking at you but you’re too lost in your mind to care. it can’t possibly be someone you know or someone you used to know right? no, that’s insane. anywho, you walk back over to the bar asking for another drink, ‘still too sober’ you think to yourself.

‘they’re still looking at me…’ eh, it doesn’t matter. keep drinking. you say your casual ‘thank you’ to the bartender and sit down with your friend, conversing for a minute before going back on the dance floor.

(it’s him. ignore him, yn.)

‘it’s who?’ you think to yourself, slightly squinting at the figure who’s staring back at you. the magenta and blue lights flickering and shining above them is giving you some sort of light source, but not enough to fully make out who they are.

shrugging it off and making them out to be a random stranger who just thinks you look nice, you go back to dancing with your friend with a small glass of whatever in your hand.

feeling a little bit more tipsy than before, you begin walking over to the bathroom to go pee or unleash whatever bodily fluids out of your body before you do your business in the wrong place (which would be quite embarrassing). as you walk into the bathroom, you rush over to the last stall as you feel your bladder going out of control. quickly using the bathroom, not wanting to waste any time, you flush the toilet and walk over to begin washing your hands.

not taking too long, you walk out of the bathroom and see an unknown figure talking to your friend. thinking it’s someone that they found interest in, you make your way back over to the dance floor just as a slightly familiar voice calls your name.

it’s the person talking to your friend, your friend motions you over and thinking nothing of it, you walk over as any normal person would. the person talking to your friend has familiar facial features but you can’t really put your finger on who it is… judging by their voice, it’s obviously a boy. he has pink hair, cat-like features and gentle eyes. he almost reminds you of… no. he is.

“taehyun?” you say with obvious shock in your voice, seeing him made you sober somehow. unable to form any other words you begin looking him up and down, seeing how much his body has changed. he’s more muscular now, features more defined, he’s grown up very well. the last time you saw him you were around 18, now you’re 22.

he’s more than likely the same age as you which isn’t a surprise, but seeing him stand right in front of you definitely is a big shocker. “yeah, it’s me. can i talk to you for a minute?” his voice is much deeper too. “uhh,” you look over at your friend and they catch your eyes motioning their hand in a ‘scurry off’ manner. “yeah sure, we can talk i guess…”, you both begin walking away from your friend and stand in a slightly quiet corner just a few meters away from the dance floor.

“i really wanna apologize, for everything i put you through 4 years ago. it was childish of me to handle the situation the way i did and i’m really sorry. can we possibly try again? i know i don’t really sound sincere but i really do mean what i’m saying”, he ends his sentence off with a large sigh.

you stare at him in shock but also in awe, “i forgive you tae, you know i’ve never been one to hold grudges. yes, we can try again but same rules apply okay?”, “okay, thank you for giving me another chance, i’ll be better this time”, he says with a gentle smile. “tae, i never said the sex wasn’t good… it was just how you reacted to… you know.” “haha yeah… i know, i’m really sorry for that yn, truly.” “it’s fine don’t worry about it, i’m over it.”

(no you aren’t, this is your chance to get back at him.)

taehyun goes in to hug you and you accept his embrace. you hug him back and pull away with a tight-lipped smile, “let’s go back over before my friend thinks i murdered you or something…” “ahah, okay,” you both begin walking back over and continue chatting it up for the rest of the night, catching each other up on everything that has happened in your lives.

2wks later.

nostalgic. is what you’re feeling when you and taehyun are once again in your room for a not-so-weekly sex session, taehyun wasn’t lying when he said he would be “better” but wow… this is fucking amazing. half way into your fourth orgasm, taehyun grabs your face slightly rough and kisses you.

it feels as if you’re in a relationship with him, but you’re not. this is purely for your “pleasures and desires”. you remember what you said though, “same rules apply”, you meant that. just as taehyun begins groaning into your mouth, basically giving you a signal that he’s close to his orgasm, you feel your orgasm slowly crawling up your body.

both of your moans begin bouncing off the walls of each other’s mouths, your nails clawing down taehyun’s back and his hips brutally thrusting into yours at the same pace he’s kept all this time. he’s slowly but surely slowing down, while also rubbing small but gentle circles in your hips.

he pulls out of you, also separating his mouth from yours, there’s a string of saliva when he pulls away which feels slightly intimate. he moves his hand on your hip to your stomach & rubs gentle circles into the lower part of it, “you okay?” he asks in the sweetest tone you’ve ever heard him speak in, “yes tae, i’m fine thank you.” you both sit in a silence for a few seconds before taehyun speaks up.

“yn, i have something to tell you,” he says as a feeling of remorse creeps up on him, “what is it, love?” you say looking over at him with gentle eyes. “you know how we agreed to keep the same rules from last time? well um,” he gulps, “i have feelings for you, yn.” nostalgia, this feels familiar because last time you were the one saying this.

“taehyun, i told you same rules apply, i meant that.” “i know but, i can’t hold these in anymore, i genuinely have feelings for you and i want to pursue a relationship with you.” you feel guilty for what you’re about to say but… fuck it. “i don’t care taehyun, i don’t have feelings for you and i’m not letting you try to make me feel anything for you. i told you “same rules apply” because i knew this would happen. but no, i don’t feel anything for you tae, i’m sorry.”

he stares at you with slight tears in his eyes but he knew this would happen. “it’s fine, i’ll leave,” “please do, also, we can’t continue this anymore. i said no feelings involved, i meant that.” he begins putting his clothes back on and putting on his shoes.

you let out a sigh of sadness but you don’t feel sad. you feel… happy?

“goodbye yn,” “goodbye tae, block my number when you leave please, thank you.” he nods and takes his leave. you sit there, on your bed, with your head in your hands, you feel happy. you begin smiling and think about everything that you did.

you feel a tad bit bad for him but oh… revenge is sweet.

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gojo satoru's guide to being a good father: cheating is only tolerable if it happens in monopoly

Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood

➼ information ❧ Jujutsu Kaisen ❧ Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru ❧ Additional Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara ❧ Tags: implied/referenced cheating, no curses au, guardian-ward relationships, gojo satoru adopted the fushiguros, parental! gojo, protective! gojo, vandalism, threats of violence, father-son bonding via car vandalism: the fic ❧ Summary: In which Tsumiki gets cheated on and, really, Gojo has been waiting to destroy a bitch's Maserati. ❧ Word Count: 4,054 ❧ Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own ❧ Original post date: 1 January 2024 ❧ Now available as a podfic!

Gojo receives a text from Tsumiki saying that she’s coming home to visit for a couple of days, and two seconds later the front door slams open. A loud bang echoes in the house when it hits the wall. Oh, good. Megumi’s home.

“I’m going to kill that bastard,” he hears the boy fume, forcing the door shut with even more vigor. That poor abused door. Maybe Gojo should consider a therapist for it. “I’m going to chop his dick off and feed it to him.”

“Good afternoon to you, too,” Gojo greets cheerfully. Looking up from the living room couch, he sees his irate ward stalk to the kitchen and pilfer through the various sharp knives in the steel-colored knife block. Not good. He’s already picking out his murder weapon before taking off his backpack. “What’s going on?”

Megumi spares a side-eye so full of anger that Gojo doesn’t even have it in him to feel disrespected. “He cheated,” he says simply while drawing out the chef knife from the block. The noise it makes is a sharp shing, a telltale sign of crimes yet to come.

“Who cheat— oh.” That would explain the short, out-of-the-blue text message from Tsumiki. Suddenly Megumi’s fury seems a lot less irrational. Gojo has a short, beautiful vision of beating Tsumiki’s boyfriend to the point where even his mother wouldn’t recognize his face.

“Yeah.” Megumi holds the large blade out for a second, giving it a long, examining look. Apparently, it satisfies his criteria because he drops his arm by his side and starts heading for the door. Oh shit. He’s actually going to go chop his dick off.

Not that Gojo doesn’t want to either, it’s just that, well, he’s not supposed to indulge in body mutilation. Besides, if Megumi gets caught with that knife in his hand, he’ll get arrested, and Gojo really doesn’t want that to go on the boy’s permanent record. Satoru, unfortunately, cannot woo police officers out of prison sentences like he has for teachers to throw out Megumi’s detentions.

“Hey, hey, hold on!” Gojo jumps up and vaults over the couch in one swift movement, carefully sidestepping whenever Megumi carelessly turns around. The knife’s tip swipes where Gojo’s stomach had once been. “You cannot go around castrating people!”

Megumi glares at him with the heated fury of a thousand burning suns. His lips are pulled so far down into a scowl that Gojo’s unsure his facial muscles are ever going to let him smile again. “Oh, you’re going to start disciplining me now?”

Okay, wow, Gojo did not ask for commentary on his lack of proper child anger management.“I’ve disciplined you plenty,” Gojo insists, though Megumi looks unconvinced. “Listen. I know he deserves it. But do you even know where he is or how you’re gonna get there without anybody catching you with that knife?”

Satoru holds out his hand expectantly while Megumi stares at him hard, his nose scrunched up and green eyes alight with unrelenting ire. Eventually, he sighs hard and presses the handle of the chef knife into Gojo’s palm.

“You’re not seriously going to let him get away with this, are you?” Megumi asks, his voice marginally calmer and less accusatory than it was before. Deciding to be responsible, Gojo slides the chef knife back into its proper spot and stands firmly in front of the knife block. Just in case his ward makes another attempt at righteous vengeance.

At the question and Megumi’s impatiently crossed arms, Gojo has to think. Obviously, he isn’t going to let this go unpunished. To imagine that any man could think they could hurt his sweet Tsumiki who has never done anything wrong in her entire life — okay, there was that one time that she thought it was okay to spend three thousand dollars on Robux but she didn’t really mean to do that — and run away scot-free sends a violent shiver down Gojo’s spine.

He never told Tsumiki this, but he doesn’t think her boyfriend is all that attractive or intelligent, emotionally or scholarly. What he did tell her was that as long as she was happy, he would be happy. Not before a talk with said boyfriend where he promised he would do much worse things to him if he ever dared make Gojo’s ward cry.

So, what could he do to a twenty-one-year-old university student without mutilating any body parts but still following through with his promise?

Gojo smiles at Megumi, whose eyebrows are raised in anticipation. “Megumi, you have a lot to learn about revenge. What is the one thing a self-absorbed, cheating man loves more than anything in the whole world?”

“His dick,” he responds confidently.

“No!” Satoru laughs and points a finger at Megumi’s nose, watching as he goes momentarily cross-eyed. “Good guess. I’d put that at number two. But Megumi, dear, you must understand. There is nothing he is more prideful of than his car.”

Noticing his ward’s skepticism, he brings his index finger upwards. He uses the rest of his fingers to list off with his words. “One: It’s hard to get away with castration. As much as I hate to admit it, no way you’re going to chop off his dick. Two: Cars are feminine. Men like him love to own anything they can call a she. Three: Cars are expensive and he is a broke college student. I imagine his parents paid for the one he owns now, which is a nice Maserati Ghibli. Four: He will be without a vehicle and have to own up to his parents that his car got destroyed, and the only correlating event that would lead up to such a tragedy would be his cheating. Do you understand now, Megumi?”

Truly, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Megumi comprehend anything so well in his entire seventeen years of life. His ward gives him a short nod.

“Good. Unfortunately, we can’t enact our revenge today. We can’t show up wherever he is and destroy his car. No, we have to first get him to park in a secluded lot, then occupy him for a few hours,” Gojo informs. Megumi listens intently, and, oh, it’s been so long since he’s gotten this boy to actually pay attention to everything he says. It makes Satoru feel all warm inside. “Got any friends that can help us with this?”

Megumi doesn’t hesitate to pull out his phone. “I bet that bastard likes them younger, too. Kugisaki can help.”

“When you’ve come up with a plan, tell me and we’ll review it.”

His ward nods and sends a text on his phone, presumably to Kugisaki Nobara. Gojo waits for Megumi to leave the kitchen to go to his room before he pries himself away from the counter. He chooses to stay in the living room in preparation for the scenario where Megumi decides that he can’t wait any longer and a castration must be performed. He also wants to be the first person to greet his older ward when she gets home.

—

The next three days are spent comforting Tsumiki while carefully planning the glorious demise of her ex-boyfriend’s car. She is too kind, even in mourning of her year-long relationship. She has barely a bad word to speak of that roach of a man. Instead, she cuddles with Gojo as they watch her favorite movies and comedy specials, eat all sorts of unhealthy food and home-cooked meals, and play various board games that Megumi reluctantly joins them in.

It’s the closest they’ve been since Tsumiki left for her second year at university while Megumi works on graduating high school. Gojo works at a different university about a mile away, so he’s nearby at all times. If he cancels a few classes, nobody says a word to him. It comes with being the most highly acclaimed physics professor in all of Japan.

It would be perfect if it weren’t for the weight of a cheating ex-boyfriend dampening the mood at all times. Gojo is happy to be with his kids — wards, technically. Wards — but one of them isn’t, and the other is too involved in a revenge plot to be fully invested in the time they are spending together. Whatever, he consoles himself. It’s the best he’ll get until summer.

In the midst of watching The Human Centipede 2, which, for the record, is a horrifying franchise and he doesn’t understand why Tsumiki likes it so much, he gets a horrid vision of both of his children away in university. Then them in apartments of their own, and they only get together again once or twice a year for holidays. He isn’t able to hold them close on his living room couch on a mundane Tuesday afternoon to watch a deranged scientist attach humans together via mouths to buttholes.

Gojo pulls Tsumiki a little tighter to his side and places a careful arm around Megumi’s shoulders. His son — ward — stiffens for a moment, then leans his cheek on Satoru’s bicep. While both of their eyes are fixated on the screen, he gives a small glance to both of the kids. He feels their steady breaths against his body.

It takes everything in Satoru to smother his smile.

Then the fated day finally arrives.

The plan consists of five participants, four willing (Gojo, Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji) and one unwilling (Tsumiki’s ex-boyfriend). Megumi and his two friends did all of the planning and arrangements while Gojo bought the necessary equipment: two Louisville sluggers, gloves, hats, brass knuckles, a box cutter, and the special edition Tokyo Monopoly. He also rented a sparkling silver BMW because Gojo refuses to be outclassed by a broke college student.

Oh, and they need it so his actual car won’t be recognized. That’s why everything he bought was either new or could hide their appearance, aside from the brass knuckles and board game; if the police catch them, Megumi will never forgive Gojo for not letting him perform a well-deserved castration.

At precisely two thirty in the afternoon, Megumi and Satoru bid Tsumiki a hasty farewell. Gojo doesn’t trust either of them to lie well enough to her, so they don’t give her enough time to ask where they are going. Her shouted question is left as an unanswered echo behind the closed front door.

It takes them thirty minutes to arrive at the designated location, a hole-in-the-wall bar in the rundown part of Ueno. Predictably, there aren’t many people there on a Wednesday before happy hour. Most people had classes or work at this time, and besides, drinking at three in the afternoon without any good football or baseball games to watch is just sad.

Unless, of course, someone had good company with them. A group of friends or a date with a seventeen-year-old girl who insisted that the only time she could get with him was at three on Wednesday! Really! She’s busy the rest of the week and her parents are oh-so restricting…

Since Satoru is a responsible adult, he made sure that the bartenders were paid off in advance to pretend that they are serving alcohol to young Kugisaki. She will simply act like she is getting drunk off of sparkly orange and pink drinks. Then, when the time is right, the ex-boyfriend will lead her to his car to take her to his apartment with only the most pure of intentions. Obviously. But what he will find instead is a pile of mutilated metal and deflated rubber.

There were only two glaring holes in the plan when Megumi originally proposed it to him, which they patched up by including Yuuji. The first: Gojo knows Nobara can bench twice her weight and take down a man with a hairpin, but he needs to be one hundred percent sure she will be entirely safe. There’s no telling what an enraged pedophile may be able to achieve. Additionally, she needs a quick getaway. The second: A video of the man’s reaction is required, and nobody involved will be in a position to record.

So, Megumi kindly asked Itadori Yuuji to hang out in the parking lot in his car, inherited from his dearly departed grandfather, and be at the ready with both his phone and brass knuckles should the situation escalate so far. Gojo hopes it doesn’t because that would make for a terrible reaction video.

The parking lot is situated at the back of the bar, which has no windows for an unsuspecting cheater to look out of and witness a crime being committed on his prized possession. Gojo parks a couple of spots to the right of the pearly white Maserati, spotting Yuuji’s old red Nissan on the left. The windows are barely tinted, allowing them to make eye contact with each other. Or rather, Itadori looks at Gojo’s shades for a split second before waving enthusiastically to Megumi. His ward returns the gesture with a small wave of his own.

Before Gojo can say something that will undoubtedly embarrass Megumi and spoil the mood, he swings his orange-and-blue slugger over his shoulder and adjusts his black cap with a gloved hand. “I’m feeling generous,” he declares. “You take the first swing.”

Megumi looks up at him, gives him a malicious grin, and steps close to the right wing mirror. Instead of swinging it, he slams the butt of the bat into the glass. It takes one more shove to send the wing mirror crashing to the ground. Glass shatters on the asphalt. Luckily, Gojo made Megumi wear a jacket and a pair of designer shades that would protect him from spray shards.

Laughing at the broken display of vandalism, Gojo pats Megumi on the shoulder. “Hit a home run into his headlights! I’ll work on getting in the car.”

“Destroying the inside?” Megumi asks, already stepping around to the front of the car. He gets into a proper batting stance, just like how Gojo taught him when the boy was playing the sport in middle school. The sun reflects brightly on the black-and-yellow Louisville slugger.

“Can’t leave a job half-finished, can we?” Satoru grins. His ward knocks a clean hole into one headlight at the same time Gojo leaves a spiderweb of cracks in the driver’s window. When the glass shatters inwards, he’s able to reach into the car and press the unlock button. The Maserati Ghibli has a slight off-white leather interior. Gojo takes a second to run his hand over the seat, savoring the beauty he’s about to destroy.

It’s a morbid pleasure to slide open his box cutter and carve jagged lines into the clean interior. White scars are left behind when he pulls the blade from the leather. He takes special care to draw little broken hearts and a cat with a pair of sunglasses on. When he’s done with the front and back seats, he finds that Megumi has already made a full round with the car. Thin streaks were keyed into the car doors, and every inch of the once pristine Maserati is filled with deep dents.

Megumi admires the view with Gojo, his breath coming out in small pants. “Well?”

“It can be better. Go again,” he answers, even though the car is so beautifully destroyed that it makes his heart swell. The teacher who said his kid was destined for failure was sorely mistaken; this is a sign of great things to come.

Megumi nods and lifts his slugger to smash another dent into the back window. It was already shattered, but now the only indication glass was ever there in the first place are the shards lying scattered in the trunk.

Gojo could cry with how proud he is of his son. His ward. Son.

Pushing out the blade of the box cutter again, Gojo crouches and slashes a hole into the first of four tires. He watches in satisfaction as air rushes out to rejoin the natural atmosphere. It has the same impact as releasing a caged, rehabilitated animal back into the wild. Probably. Satoru hasn’t done that before but he figures this is pretty much the same thing.

He moves on to the next tire after golfing the fenders three times with his bat. Megumi meets back up with him on the last tire, and this time there’s sweat dripping from his face. It’s a decently hot day, Gojo can admit. A few straggling wisps of clouds drift lazily across the sky, leaving the sun to bake the creatures on Earth. His own neck is uncomfortably wet and sticky.

“Here,” he hands over the box cutter, a shade duller than it was before. “I’ll leave the final honor to you.”

Megumi holds the box cutter in his hand like it’s the Holy Grail. When he rips into the tire, Gojo hopes he’s imagining a dick being sliced off instead like Gojo is. It’s the closest they’re going to get until one brave woman decides that enough is enough.

They step back to admire their work. It should be displayed in a museum next to Winged Victory of Samothrace or Perseus with the Head of Medusa. The whole world should lay their eyes on the perfect mound of metal and rubber they have molded. It’s barely even recognizable. The dark inside machinery of the car is visible from the parts Megumi tore off with his hands or batted away with the slugger. It sits closer to the ground than before thanks to the tire deflation. Several holes fall open in the cracked windows.

Gojo wraps an arm around Megumi’s shoulder, tugging him to stand closer to his side. His ward doesn’t put up a fight against his guardian and even rests his head against Gojo’s collarbone.

No language has an accurate word to describe the feeling that courses through his body. It’s a concoction of every good and bad thing Gojo has done in his life; every misstep he’s taken in raising the Fushiguro kids, and every moment he’s experienced overwhelming pride, fear, and joy for them. It’s twelve years all at once, tucked away under his arm.

“Your sister is going to kill me when she finds out about this,” he says. Megumi snorts.

“It’ll be worth it.”

Megumi’s voice is low with fondness, the only kind that can be produced after a long rush of adrenaline.

A great amount of strength allows him to open his mouth. “We need to leave before they get out here,” he mutters. Slowly, as if reluctant, Megumi detaches himself from Gojo’s arm. The warmth of his son’s body is lost immediately, replaced by the distant uncaring sun.

They wave Yuuji farewell and hop into the car, blasting the air conditioner and the playlist containing both the perfect, glorious, angel choir songs Gojo likes and the obnoxiously emo songs Megumi listens to. About halfway through the drive, Satoru asks if Megumi’s hungry.

Megumi looks up at him from his phone, his eyes squinted with something mischievous. “Can we have—”

“We are not having KFC,” Gojo says firmly.

Instead of frowning, Megumi’s lips contort into a half-smile of some kind. Like he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s enjoying being in the car with Gojo. And Gojo — Gojo can’t help himself. This is his son. The prickly five-year-old he met in an alley is now seventeen years old, looking down at his lap with his face scrunched up in a failed attempt at keeping his composure. He’s not laughing only to maintain his image. Megumi is happy.

It’s not enough to get Gojo to go through a KFC drive-thru because some wounds will simply never heal, but he does pull into the parking lot of the next best thing: Subway.

“So, I was thinking tonight we’d play Monopoly,” he suggests as they gorge themselves on two foot-long sandwiches and a large bag of Doritos. Megumi tries to scowl, but his full cheeks make him look more like a chipmunk.

“No. You always cheat at Monopoly,” Megumi says after swallowing his food.

“I don’t! I play fair and square.”

“You always have to be a banker so you can steal money and give us incorrect payments,” he deadpans.

Gojo ignores him. It’s not his fault they won’t play by the objectively correct rules of Monopoly. “But it’s Tokyo Monopoly! You can own Shibuya Crossing!”

Megumi’s gaze is unimpressed, but he doesn’t retaliate anymore. Gojo doesn’t bother to hide his shit-eating grin. Another day, another victory for one Gojo Satoru.

—

Tsumiki is waiting for them when they get home. She’s leaning against the wall of the foyer, her gaze stupidly hard for someone who’s supposed to be grieving the end of a relationship. It takes them exactly two point three nanoseconds to see that she has them figured out.

“Where were you two?” She asks them as if she doesn’t know. The air cracks with tension.

Gojo smiles and shoves Megumi forward. “You know, Megumi has been dying to tell you!”

His son glares at him in disgust before fully facing his sister. “We, uh,” he clears his throat. “We vandalized your ex’s car.”

The house is silent for five whole seconds. Megumi stares at his sister with bated breath, waiting for his soul to be wiped out of the mortal plane in the form of an hour-long lecture. But Gojo knows better. He knows because this is his daughter.

She sags forward, a smile ghosting her lips. Her eyes carry heavy eyebags, but they shine with expectation. “Do you at least have a video?”

Of course, she wants to chop his dick off, too. And of course, she recognizes that the next best option is destroying his pearly white Maserati Ghibli. She was raised by Gojo Satoru, after all.

Before Gojo orders her DoorDash Subway, they watch the video Yuuji sent to Megumi’s phone — the contact photo for the young Itadori is hilariously cute in comparison to Nobara’s, making Satoru give his son a knowing shoulder bump — on the big screen.

His reaction is priceless, what with the screams and caressing of the broken angles of the car. He moves to furiously grab Nobara’s shoulders, but she digs her heel straight into his balls before he can lay a finger on her.

Yuuji lowers his phone as she gets in, kicking his car into reverse so they can peel out of there before he gets up off the ground. The video ends with the kids’ glorious laughter and Nobara shouting, “It worked! Go, Itadori! Go!” Tsumiki’s giggle gives Gojo more joy than the actual process of destroying the car.

Well. Okay. Her giggle is almost better than destroying a Maserati Ghibli. What can he say? It was the most fun he’s had since he decided to stop breaking the law to set a good example for his kids.

Later, when they sit down to play Tokyo Monopoly, he may or may not tone down his strict following of the rules. Perhaps he embezzles a little less, and perhaps he switches out Tsumiki’s house for a hotel when his kids aren’t paying attention. He still wins after five hours of playing but that’s beside the point.

The day ends with a hug from Tsumiki. He doesn’t fully hug his kids often. Even when they were young and missing both parental figures who should’ve been giving them hugs three times a day, Gojo didn’t let himself get close enough to them. Realistically, he knows it’d been a product of his own young age and inexperience. Growing up in a cold family didn’t help matters; his only model of parents were his own unfeeling ones and what he’d observed of other families from afar.

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when he hesitates to hold his children, unsure if they would want to be touched by their legal guardian. It’s worse to see them withdraw from touching him, too, like they’re worried he’ll pull away in disgust.

So, this is nice, the hug from his daughter before she goes to bed. She smiles at him from the top of the staircase. She is happy.

Yeah, it’s certainly better than destroying a Maserati Ghibli.

… Well. Maybe not. Maybe nothing will be better than that. But he swears that Tsumiki’s happiness is a very, very close second.

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I read the Book of Lost Tales 1 (-ish): general remarks + Ainulindale Music of the Ainur

First: I'm skipping the foreword and the Cottage of Lost Play, because it's boring and I'm in somewhat low-dopamine mode now. Sorry. Also, I will be skipping the frame story, for the same reason. Maybe I will do a reread eventually and do those parts too.

Second: Buying Tolkien books in English has as always turned out to be a good idea. Also, as for now I only have part 1, because part 2 is to be shipped arounf the New Year.

So, the proper part of this post:

The Music of the Ainur (under the cut because it's long and I do fangirl a lot)

First, we have a frame story, which…. has Rúmil and mentions Tevildo, the prince of cats. I skipped most of the rest. TLDR: we have Eriol, the isekai-ed (long before this was a word) guy, asking who are the Valar etc etc and Rúmil telling him that. Somewhat. But he starts with

Very mighty are the things that you ask, and their true answer delves beyond the uttermost confines of the waters of time, whither even the sight of Rúmil the aged of the Noldoli may not see.

[a pause for me squeeing on my thoughts I maybe should have done this reading at a different time but I got the book now so you'll have to bear with the breaks]

I love this sentence. It's so beautifully worded and I really appreciate Rúmil showing some humility and awareness of the limits of his knowledge here and generally

BTW is "delve" even a valid word here? It means "to search", so I guess it's some really poetic way to say "would have to be sought"?

I'm a bit confused here.

So yea, Rúmil and his, appropriately prefixed, answer. And I will not make a long digressions that you aren't interested in— Rúmil here, regardless of his prefixing, is giving some very good answers. In my opinion. So, Eriol asks what's the Music of the Ainur. Aaaand we get a chapter (sub-chapter?) break. And commentary. And then the text continues…

…with a remark from Christopher Tolkien that Ilúvatar was in the earliest writings Ilu. And it's one of the quite few, I think, big changes made in the Ainulindale part.

So, about the Music

things that have not been heard among the Men, and the Elves speak seldom of them ; yet did Manwë Súlimo Lord of Elves and Men, whisper them to the fathers of my father in the deeps of time.

The said fathers correspond, from what I understand, more or less to Ingwë in the modern version. So… not only this is not discussed among the Elves,but even Manwë relays it in a whisper and to his favorite Elf. Wow. Cool.

Of course, I can think of one Elf who would probably discuss it at some point. We all can. Let's take a break now to think about Finrod for a while and how much we like him. … Done? OK, we can continue.

Ilúvatar sang the Ainur into being and then made them dwellings in the void and taught them many things and greatest of them was music.

OK. So. Either a) Ingwë extrapolated that based on some vague remarks of Manwë and heavily anthropomorphicized (sp?) the Ainur or a') translation error or b) the Ainur are much more like Men and Elves then they seem in the Silmarillion.

Predictably, different people will prefer different versions here.

And Ilúvatar shows them the "mighty theme" which… is basically a complete story? With only adornments left to be added? What? He basically gives an outline to the Ainur.

This is one of the places where I very much prefer the Silmarillion version. Sorry, I lowkey hate this. I mean, yes, Ilúvarar would know the story… but showing it wholesale to the Ainur… and at the same time them being so humanlike? sorry, Professor, you lost me there.

I much prefer the free-willed, not-knowing-so-much (except Námo but not fully) Ainur than this weird mix.

Or are we to assume that this outline went to trash when Melkor did his thing? But this makes Ilúvatar look stupid. Sorry.

Now, instead of "voices like" we have the outright "the harpists, the flautists etc" which suggests very much the same image, just more anthropomorphicized, and sounds better to me.

I love the language here!!!

"…that ye exercize your minds and powers in adorning the theme to your own thoughts and devising"

"and a sound arose of mighty melodies changing and interchanging, mingling and dissolving among the thunder of harmonies" (also: "mingling" seems to be one of Tolkien's favorite words)

And not only language, the ideas too:

and the echo of the Music, and the echo of the echoes of Music which flowed even into the dark and empty spaces far off

This is such a powerful image. Edit: oh. I got an idea. it's about sub-creation! The echoes are fiction (the echo of echo are fanfiction? 🤣) and here we see Tolkien expressing the same "I wish it all was at least a little real" feeling well all know. The empty spaces are secondary worlds.

And we have a mention of the Second Music. So.

Then shall Ilúvatar's mightiest themes be played aright; for then the Ainur and Men will know his mind and heart as well as may be, and all his intent.

So. This is so much to unpack here. The lack of pronoun capitalisation feels odd to me. But. But

So the Ainur do not know so much at this point — I knew this was the case! Yes, fact confirmed! Ha!

Not sure why, but the phrase 'as well as may be" seems very fitting and is beautiful

What even is "aright"? Apparently it's "right, correctly" but wit a more beautiful word. I love it.

I also love the last part's sentence structure: "x and y [more text] and also z". Is this a more common thing? Or does it just sound beautiful?

OK, speaking of wording, but now funny / wdym?!?: "and it seemed very good [to Ilúvatar]". Either we are before the period when "seemed" implies "but was not", or Tolkien had no such period and it just seemed so to me, or …what? Probably the first option.

Or translation/repetition issues (in-world I mean. By Rúmil.).'

Aaaand yay! The idiot is introduced! And he's called Melko which makes him 10 times funnier.

Speaking of Tolkien's phrases: we are before the development of the "it came into his mind" cliche, because

it came into the heart of Melko to interweave matters of his own imagining that were not fitting to that great theme of Ilúvatar.

Not his mind, but his heart. I prefer the later version, where the heart is usually for good ideas. Also, we get no mentions as to why he decided to start improvising, which makes him seem somewhat less of a jerk… He's my fav, but I really like the Silmarillion's "because he wanted to seem more important" addition.

Because in this version it somewhat sounds like he rebeled against the predestination and stuff like that and… that is more like William Blake and sympathetic than just a primadonna mentality.

And honestly? I feel like the only kind of themes that would inherently clash with the given theme would be the stuff like "look how I'm better than you all" and similar. Or at least derived from such motivations.

I'm a page and half in the Music chapter proper and the post is already so long…

[Melko] fared often alone into the dark places and the voids seeking the Secret Fire that giveth Life and reality […] yet he found it not, for it dwelleth with Ilúvatar , and that he knew not till afterward.

Afterward of what? When did he learn that? I know it's not a "Manwë would tell it to Ingwë and he to Rúmil" kind of fact, but. I want to know. Because this is such a strange way to end this sentence.

Also, the Ainur didn't know… quite a lot, it seems? But later they learned about the Flame Imperishable. Because Manwë told it to Ingwë and so on. I suppose they learned that at the creation of the world? Even though in BoLT it's less … less awesome, for lack of a better wording. But we'll get there later.

Also, "the voids" is such an evocative phrase.

Also also I like the word "dwelleth" but that isn't surprising probably.

Also^3, what's the rule for ending 3rd person verbs in "-th" instead of "-s"? Just whenever you feel like it? Or does it change the meaning somehow (besides making it more archaic)?

Melko's "deep cunning" thoughts that he had not shown even to Ilúvatar. Which… a) does the idiot think Ilúvatar does not know about his dumb ideas? I suppose he does think this. See, that's one of the reasons why I call him "the idiot". Also: mood, a very particular mood. Why can't I read the book as intended. why do you give him character psychology sir. b) Does Rúmil think so too? Or does he just put spotlight on "Melko did not want to share those thoughts" with this phrasing?

We get more of beautiful descriptions (of ugly things ie Melko): "straightway harshness and discordancy rose about him". How can you describe something so crude with such poetic words? ♥

"Discordancy rose" sounds like a plant cultivar, I want this flower!

Edit: so, a sketch of Melko and the discordancy rose 🌹:

So, Melko darkens the Music,

for those thoughts of him came from the outer blackness whither Ilúvatar had not yet turned the light of his face ; and because his sccret thoughts had no kinship with the beauty of Ilúvatar's design

Again, so much to unpack!

We are again bordering on the problem of evil / evil as a standalone thing / are there places without Ilúvatar and melodies that do not come from Him? And that's so deep. That's a question so deep that a big spider lives there. Lived, to be more precise.

It also gives me a vibe of evil as hastiness, of things that would be good (the outer void, creating worlds there etc) if you just waited. I'm not sure, is "evil as overt hastiness into a good thing" my personal trope, or is it something wider?

"his sccret thoughts had no kinship with the beauty…" is such an extremely beautiful way to say that, and yes, I'm sad, but it's so so beautifully said!

Also: oh the whole complex thing of free will and all that, I feel like there are whole essays to be written just about this short fragment. But yea. Yea he can do that. Shouldn't. People can do that. Shouldn't. But yea. Let's have a break for me being sad now.

Yet sat Ilúvatar and hearkened till the music reached a depth of gloom and ugliness unimaginable ; then did he smile sadly

A very strong parenting mood XD but I have much less patience (obv).

I like it much more than the Silm, when it's just "smiled" and it's quite confusing.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we get to the introduction of the Third Theme, and Ilúvatar wept, literally wept. I do get why this is not in the Silm (doesn't fit the tone). I can't make my mind about which one I prefer.

BTW Tolkien loves to add "behold" freely amid the text. Like some people add salt into their food.

So, the themes. Third Theme and Melko's stuff:

these were utterly at variance. One was great and deep and beautiful , but it was mingled with unquenchable sorrow, while the other was now grown to unity and a system of its own, but was loud and vain and arrogant, braying triumphantly against the other as thought to drown it, yet ever, as it essayed to clash most fearsomly, finding itself but in some manner supplementing or harminizing with its rival.

…so. the length of this sentence is still urpassed by its beauty, and this, in turn, by the beauty of its meaning. But this is a long sentence anyway.

"Mingled with unquenchable sorrow" is so evocative.

We get a past (perfect?) form "was grown", which… you can do that? Or can you do that only in poetry? Or only if you rule over the English dictionary?

What's "braying"? per Cambrisge Dictionary: "to make the loud noise typical of a donkey". LOL!!!!!! I love it. XD such a perfect diss for Melko. I should check the dictionary more often. 🫏🫏🫏

The language, I love just all of it, the poetry of it, the passive voice of "finding itself" and the "but" added for further humilation :)

Also also, excuse me, music theory, but the only way I can think of a melody having the effect of "whatever the other melody does, it supplements the first" is the first melody being very deeply chromatic. (If "mingled with unquenchable sorrow" was not enough of a hint about it being chromatic).

"At the midmost of this echoing struggle" — I love the language of this book!!! Oh wait it gets better— "whereat the halls of Ilúvatar shook and a tremor run through the dark places" —!!!

…and like in the Silm, we get The Chord.

[deep breath and a break because of how awesome it all was]

Instead of the vision + an explicit creation, here Ilúvatar just says "BTW I made it as you were singing", which is kind of meh, and I much prefer the Silmarillion version. And

Maybe I shall love those things that come out of my song even as I love the Ainur who are of my thought, and maybe more.

I don't like the teasing tone of it but otherwise— !

Anyway we do get the reprimand of Melko, just like in the Silm, but with some more poetic language:

for lo! through Melko have terror as fire, and sorrow like dark waters, wrath like thunder, and evil as far from my light as the depths of the uttermost of the dark places come into the design […] has pain and misery been made in the clash of overwhelming musics;[… lots of cool words I won't type…] and death without hope.

And then it gets into a part which I don't feel like I 100% understand so no analysis here.

Also, another English word that's new to me: "redoundeth". Wiktionary to the rescue. It's basically "contributes" but also "echoes". I love it!!! Professor you are such agenius sir when one word means two things but they both make sense there… I love it. also, to some back, to result from something, also it's related to "redundancy".

Oh. Wait. redundancy. As in "it adds to it even though it doesn't need adding"… that's so genius. Because this is the word about how all Melko's junk will in the end contribute to make the whole desing better. That's just. Sir.

Wow.

The Ainur are afraid and confused. Another very human reaction. And Melko "was filled with shame and the anger of shame" which is a wonderful and very real way to describe a cerian feeling (narcissistic vibes my beloathed, yes, I know both shame and the anger of shame way too well).

And now in those "dark places" there' s a world. and here Melko gets the talk again, and all the Ainur, and I think this is when they learn where the Imperishable Flame is and where it was.

OK, I'm tired. There's a part of it still left, the analogue od Silm's Valaquenta, but I will finish this post here, and in the next post we'll get the descriptions of the Valar etc.

#book of lost tales #silm #silmarillion #Tolkien legendarium #the silm #the silmarillion #bolt read-through #eri reads the legendarium #this is a tag now #it's going to be put on the silm reread too #I'm not going to all all the relevant tags because they would become another mini-essay in itself #just #<3 #scheduled post #yay me for not making too many digressions!

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keybladeofsteel · 1 year ago

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Honestly, why do you care so much what Roman haters think or say at this point? Nobody even said anything about him, so I don't understand what you're complaining about so much, or even talking about. Even if they did, again, why are you giving them any kind of attention? At this point, you're never gonna be able to enjoy your fave in peace and be happy if this is the route you keep going. As much as it sucks and as much as he doesn't deserve it, you're not helping matters and only making it worse. It's been the same song and dance since 2015 and that's unfortunately not gonna change anytime soon.

And as for his coworkers, you are aware they're in character when they talk about his schedule, right? So, they don't actually mean the shit they say. Literally everyone in the locker room, veterans, legends, newer talent have had nothing but kind and positive things to say about him. They have nothing and love but respect for the guy. Even then, they're not obligated to do it all the time and to kiss his ass 24/7.

You all act as if Roman is such a helpless and defenseless victim, like he's the black sheep and just oh so hated by everyone. And this need to protect and defend him so much is getting a bit embarrassing. The dude is almost 40, he's more than capable of defending himself and holding his own. He doesn't need you coddling him like a child.

I love Roman as much as the next person, but a lot of you really don't make it easy for others. You all like to complain about fandoms being toxic, but guess what? There are plenty of Roman fans who are just as toxic and you fall right into that category.

Wow, this is very long for someone asking me why *I* care.

Sometimes a topic will be going around on twitter and I'll type a sentence or two on tumblr about it cause I'd rather say it in a space where random people aren't wishing cancer on him. Pretty simple.

I am very much "enjoying my fave in peace". Seen him in person multiple times actually but thanks for the concern! And, yeah, I get annoyed by some of his coworkers because you can tell some genuinely feel a way (like with that Sheamus interview that leaked) and I just think it's wack when people act like they wouldn't take a cushier position if they actually could. I thought ROMAN was wack for talking like that about Brock. But I'm coddling a grown man lmao trust me, my feelings aren't hurt for him, I'm just speaking as an adult with a job who isn't gonna hate on being able to take higher pay, more clout, and less work especially if it's the kind of work that destroys your body.

Again, you have a lot of feelings for a short post I made that I literally forgot about until I saw this ask. You could type his name on my blog, filter the text posts, and you'd see I don't even make enough posts myself about that nigga at all let alone ones ~defending his honor~ to warrant being called "toxic". This shit is always so wild to me cause I don't think I've ever cared about anything fandom related in my life to send a stranger something like this and yet I've gotten 3 or 4 weird anons this year.

#this is why i stayed out of fandom for years #some of y'all got too much time

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olivereactsaboutgarbage · 1 year ago

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Higurashi When They Cry - Watanagashi Chapter 11

New year, new schedule. I realized "posting daily until doing so is unsustainable and then taking very long breaks" isn't actually faster than the slow and steady approach. Turtles were right all along, though I'm not sure how many of them were. That's why from now on my new schedule is going to be Two Posts A Week. Yes. Yes yes.

Speaking of the weak, Keiichi and Rena. They're sleepy. Mion, meanwhile, isn't even present. Keiichi thinks Mion might not exist.

At school, everyone is taking the disappearance of some Toddlers very seriously. How strange. Unfortunately, for school to be normal, Mion would have to exist. It all sucks for everyone.

Keiichi and Rena try to have a Lunch Arc, but they flub it because of the writer's strike, so I'm not even going to dignify it with a detailed analysis.

Rena decides to shift gears and give Keiichi secondhand Women Exposition instead. Keiichi thinks the exposition sounds wrong and bad, and Rena agrees, so they decide to solidify the Watanagashi arc of Higurashi as one all about people using the wrong sinks out of an inflated sense of superiority.

the second half of this sentence is not what the first half of this sentence led me to expect

Rena reveals that the Toddlers had been in the middle of a culinary project which they left half-unfinished.

Dumb Fuck!

Seeing Rena activate Detective Mode is awesome though. She really IS like one of those young girls who can read the blue text. Now we just need Keiichi to kick his "guy whose text is often blue" quotient up a notch.

Rena says that Toddler 01 is so inferior to Toddler 02 that she even sucks more at garbage cans. Fascinating.

Wow! I'm learning so much from reading Higurashi!

Also wow, I just noticed, she is really killer at reading the blue text. Um, no pun intended I guess.

Rena reveals the final ace up her sleeve: The Toddlers didn't have any soy sauce.

i wish i lived in hinamizawa, i could get so much free soy sauce

and bread pudding, maybe

Rena does her Sherlock Holmesian monologue where she says it was all the malicious work of a soy sauce saboteur. "Who was the saboteur?" asks Keiichi. "lol idk anyways acab" says Rena, and leaves.

Keiichi also leaves, and he and Rena go to the same place, and it's a cop place. More specifically it's the location Ooishi happens to be in, which is Keiichi's house he sleeps at every day. Keiichi decides to plant some death flags and then make Rena leave.

what a fucking nightmare person

Ooishi reveals that the mayor had hemorrhoids. Wow, that reminds me of my favorite meme song!

Keiichi makes a deduction and then gets immediate amnesia. Classic Keiichi.

Keiichi is confused about where Shion's awesome mayor incident fits into the mayor's busy schedule. He's really confused and possibly about to explode.

Ooishi asks what the big deal was with the temple, and Keiichi is like "Um, literally nothing?" and then curses his own bad habit of revealing information. Yes, the bad habit which he has: revealing information.

Hmm I don't like that Ooishi keeps saying things like "Everyone who went in is being sacrificed, y'know?" and "I had no choice but to ask you, Keiichi, since you went in there, y'know?" Is there going to be a dramatic Shion death reveal?

Oh. The answer was yes, five seconds after I asked. By which I guess I just mean "Ah, Keiichi finally noticed."

Oh, the NEXT day? Like RIGHT after?

Ah, I guess all Keiichi's intimate phone conversations must not have happened then. That. Seems true. Yes.

Oh, that's an awesome trick. He could use that to acquire more piss.

Lol

Anyway I don't have the slightest inkling what's going on. THIS is the arc that's supposed to be easier to figure out than the Rena one? How messed up were the events of the Rena one, then?!

Keiichi screams so hard the scene transitions, and now he's waiting for the obligatory Shion section of this chapter.

Ah yes, the extremely real ladder incident.

Anyway, the obligatory Shion section of this chapter occurs.

Shion immediately learns that Keiichi is home alone.

Classic Keiichi.

Keiichi wants to ask Shion if the Toddlers are okay, but he gets scared that what she says will make him scared, so he asks Shion if the mayor is okay and she says "No," and he gets scared.

String music??? Is playing??? What is this, Umineko?

me when i'm listening to someone sobbing

You should probably have doubts my dude

These twerps really are two peas in a pod huh. That's scary.

Shion is scared of Keiichi again. Keiichi tells her to tell him a longer mayor story so he gets less confused and doesn't explode in the future.

Ah but Shion doesn't live in Hinamizawa. Are Shion and Mion Parent Trapping REALLY REALLY HARD with ultra commitment to the bit? That'd be extremely abnormal.

Unfortunately, Keiichi relatable moments. Um, minus the part where he's having a phone conversation with a crying person. That's categorically not a thing I do, for several reasons. Um, anyways.

Shion enters Comedy Mode and brings the obligatory Shion section of this chapter to a close.

Meanwhile, in Side Story Land...

Isn't that the backstory of that trans girl from that fighting game? I dunno, I don't play games from genres that SUCK.

Allegedly, Mion has a tattoo covering her entire back. Bah, modern media, always with the female characters whose backs are covered in tattoos. One day in the name of gender equality I'll do that to a male character. ...Actually, that might already exist and be called Yakuza. I dunno, I don't play games from series that SUCK.

It would be really fucked up if Ooishi was just completely lying his ass off about Shion having been gone for days, but actually she was just chillin' the entire time. I don't think that's what's happening but it would be fucked up. Ooishi's mahjong buddies seem to be his devout followers also, unless that's part of the rules. I dunno, I don't play games that SUCK.

#higurashi #when they cry #is what i'm consuming #we'll always be far apart

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so it turns out when you're on vacation you can actually read a lot - and airplane travel provides little else to do besides that - i finished two books i'd been working on and read two more in their entirety

total book count is up to nine? for the year

i finally managed to finish my mark twain joan of arc book and, wow, what a dense read, both physically the text and the actual narrative.

to me it's best described as a biographical fiction, and includes a lot of minutia of description and character interaction to really craft a narrative rather than a simple recount of events. it wasn't necessarily funny but was amusing at times to read from a hindsight perspective if that makes sense (it's also a super "dead from the beginning" story for ppl who are into that) the framing of the story - as a translated memoir by a guy who was her secretary) was interesting, it gave the story a tome of shameless adoration in every mention of joan and her actions. based on introduction i expected there to be more translator’s footnotes than there were, there was an emphasis made of distinguishing between the adulation of the narrator and twaain's more "objective", i guess, commentary (which was supposedly found in the translator's notes). twain apparently spent ten years researching and included twelve different historical sources, and for the actual facts/events it was wild with what she managed to do in like a year - her military strategy really just seemed to be attack and keep attacking, ignoring like mind games or whatever that are played based on years of war experience wrt traps, false attacks, bluffs, etc, kind of like betting it all on every hand in poker i think in reading about this book there was a common question of why twain decided to write this, in this way, and about this person, but i feel like given the fact that he was someone who so clearly saw and wrote on the short comings of humanity - the ways in which people act selfishly/cruelly/with bigotry, and the ways in which our societies teach, enable, and encourage that - the idea of finding someone who, in the popular conception of history, is truly selfless, humble, churchly or whatever, and so wholly devoted to a cause, and through that devotion achieving some pretty incredible things, even in spite of detraction by the people benefiting from it, is probably like revelatory or something

the other new book i started and finished was trail of lighting by rebecca roanhorse

i didn't think this was very good. the writing felt amateur; it was first person which i know i am hard to be convinced by, but i spent a lot of time trying to determine what wasn't working for me and i think it comes down to being overwritten and a lack of subtly. there were physical action sequences (like descriptions of movement, not action as in fights) in the narration that were broken up weirdly sometimes ie. split into multiple sentences physical action descriptions that should really be one which interrupts flow and leads to unnecessary sentence object repetition. the writing does not let actions/observations/dialogue speak for itself, there were constantly statements (re)explaining what just happened and their implicaitons. the dialogue itself was unbearably cliched at times, which sometimes i don't mind when used sparingly but it wasn't here, and the plot felt meandering and disjointed; i don’t think the twists were necessarily that well set up. some things i did like was the general incorporation of dine (navajo) traditions/stories/language, the general post-apocalyptic world, some of the actions sequences, and how it deals with trauma. this is is series but i don’t think i’ll be continuing it

i also finished my revisit of the california bones series with pacific fire and dragon coast

pacific fire definitely wasn't as good as california bones; i don't think it did the multiple pov well and some parts felt disconnected. i wish done more with daniel's golem/brother paul and the family stuff but the third book does get into north kingdom and mother stuff a little more (though not as satisfactorily as i would like); you could probably do analysis about different family conceptions, protections and autonomy, how they're developed and contrast to how friends are never really framed as found family (there is more of this in the first book which was fun), there were a bunch of little things i loved - the emmas in general, what little we did get between daniel and paul, how there was more moth - from both daniel and sam pov - how daniel suppressed sam's powers - even if unintentionally. i was curious as to how argent would develop with his whole “first duty toward people” thing and wanted to look for "noble despot" type character progression and how committed he was to the democracy development (sabotage propaganda from northern kingdom was extremely funny)

after finishing dragon coast i realized the reason i never remembered whether or not i'd finished it before is because the end kind of gives nothing lmao; they get sam back and that’s it, that's all that really changes, although i did find many fun things in the middle, which are mainly what i remembered anyways

the nothing of it is mainly how daniel goes undercover and no one even suspects it; he steals the axis mundi bone and purely gets away with it, and he and moth get out totally clean from the northern kingdoms. he defeats the guy trying to kill "paul", even among many many comments during and before that about how he’s using strange magic and that all just goes on not significantly challenged, not even an excuse of like “do you think i would come back from he southern kingdoms without learning a thing or two” from daniel or anything

the most interesting parts to me were sam inside dragon, discovering annabel stokes, finding the heirarch giant controlling the dragon and eventually defeating it - i think the whole consumption and power throughline is really interesting, even if eekhout does lay on the final conclusion/resolution of it all kind of thick at the very end. the north kingdom lore and dynamics, and paul’s personal and professional life there was also interesting; it seemed like maybe it was setting up another book with more north emphasis but it’s been a while since the last came out and i don’t think it’s going to happen (also there was another inclusion of the love type magic essence in one character similar to the loyalty one daniel was confirmed to have, and how daniel himself felt it’s effects which was fun). i still think the north kingdom would've hit harder if we'd spend a little more time with paul altough the daughter reveal was fun

i really liked cassandra, she makes not necessarily unexpected moves but morally challenged ones, i think really embodies that one ruthless description from ka applegate

gabriel was somewhat interesting, emphasis on the somewhat - he went along a corruption of power type arc, not want to end dragon but use and control it, kind of an analysis of the final form of “good guy with gun" thing, or like the noble despot thing (no mention of democracy from him in this book lmao), but book is lax on further power dynamics of south, especially with otis dead, gabriel also ends up in the same spot where he ended the first book - sole controller of water power - again maybe leaving open option for new book that never happened

BIG family dynamics moment with moth saying “we’re like brothers” and daniel coming back with “i killed my brother”. along that line there was also basically all of daniel and his mother's interactions, and the difference between paul’s daughter - who is still young and yet already very powerful with osteomancy (and we know at least how daniels’s father made daniel so powerful - painfully) yet able to kill assassins sent afer her and willing to kill a man like four times her age even when he’s at her mercy (wooof) - and sam as daniel’s essentially “son” - although i’m pretty sure only other people refer to him as that, never daniel himself - who i'm not sure ever killed someone and whose powers daniel was actually suppressing, even if unknowingly (also!! also the emmas who are all clones of each other and yet exist as more of a commune and not in strict parent/child dichotemies among each other, but they all raise the younger ones as mercenaries/spies/rebels)

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