#wow i know this must be missing a lot but like. i only had a couple hours to write this before i Really got to close up shop and go to bed

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indepth discussion of my qualms with/reaction to a youtube video about incest porn below. read at your own discretion (mentions of other paraphilias, csa, cnc & rape)

"What's with all the incest porn?"

The video in question first defends the existence of incest porn by attempting to defend consensual incest itself. (read what I had to say about the creator's definition of incest here, warning for mentions of csa) To the creator, consensual incest is another social construct that we hold too much reserve for and constrain ourselves in our inherent reactions of disgust, rather than engaging with the truth of it's impact. Historically, incest has occurred across cultures and economic lines, often with little fanfare involved. They examine how inbreeding only fosters negative genetic effects after several generations and how it can be easily "rectified" in just a couple generations with the reintroduction of genetic diversity. Our inherent disgust towards incest is claimed to be unfounded against the evidence of how severe and reoccuring inbreeding must be to create tangible effects. Outside of those genetic effects, what else can excuse this nearly "universal" feeling of disgust? Well, that is a question quickly ignored and driven into the ground in this video.

It is often mentioned in the video that incest, even consensual, is a taboo across the many cultures of the world. But I must ask, why is it a taboo? What causes the instinctual feeling of disgust? And my favorite question, why is this taboo in particular popular to fantacize about?

Taboos are often culturally unique, many taboos found in one culture are readily engaged in with little question in another. Yet, there are some "universal" taboos (said with a grain of salt as there really can't be anything Universal about cultures but. we'll say almost here). These typically concern death and the dead. It's easy to connect these to basic fear and sanitary reasons: death will come for all of us, it ends us, we live to defy death until we can no longer, we must properly dispose of/treat the dead to avoid catching it and avoid inflaming the spiritual dead for own peaceful afterlife. But in our modern world, incest has grown close to being one of these near "universal" taboos, especially the closer the relation. It can be quite hard for most to say exactly why. We feel the revulsion, the writhing barriers of transgression around it. It feels obvious, yet just outside full comprehension.

The video explains the common evolutionary explanation that we evolved to feel disgust towards a practice that puts our genetic legacy at a disadvantage. It addresses how this doesn't quite explain why single instances of consensual incest feel just as disgusting as mass occurrences of it over time. Just once is enough to cross the line. Additionally, they claim that it isn't too clear whether scientific evidence supports this or not. And they move on.

But I come back around to the why of it, what is at the heart of this social phenomenon? Even the creator themself laughed at the evolutionary concept, calling evolutionary psychology "astrology for men". So, if that isn't a sufficient answer, what is?

Humans move past basic survival once they can accomplish a feeling of safety and security. I reckon that this can't be achieved alone, at least a small grouping of people is necessary to watch your back when you're at rest or occupied. Shelter becomes property once other people are involved. We start to say that "this is mine" and "this is yours" and "this is ours". And we create the rules amongst each other to respect this. We build trust and camaraderie until our closest network of people becomes our family. Typically, we find this with our blood relations, with parents who are biologically attached to us, with siblings we are raised alongside, with grandparents and aunts/uncles who watch and help us grow up. Your grandparents had the biological hardwiring to care for your parents and their siblings and now by association they build similar care for you, even if its no longer a biological process. And as centuries upon centuries have passed, family has come to mean many things, blood involved or not, but we attach this meaning of utmost security, trust and reliability unto it. Human survival, as a social species, is reliant on the building and operation of a "family", no matter how dysfunctional, no matter the size, no matter who is necessarily involved (meaning blood relation isn't necessary, although extremely typical).

Sociologically, we've created particular ideas of the family, but they do typically involve certain socially ordained sub-groupings where sexual relations are allowed. In many cultures today, this means that of a monogamous committed couple, but different groupings of different sizes can and do exist. Yet, an individual member finds their matches for their sexual sub-groupings by moving out of the family sphere and into the community, where they are allowed to move past mere safety and survival into building the self through integration with the world outside the family. Here, you build larger community with friends, coworkers, neighbors, etc. And it is also where you find sexual partners, potentially building a socially ordained sexual sub-grouping that can either absorb into or create a family.

Within the sect of the family, sexual interaction is not meant to exit those socially ordained sub-groupings. My thought is that this is to ensure our safety. I believe that the incestual taboo and our revulsion to it stems from the fact that we have built the family to be this place of ultimate security and fortitude, yet still so fragile and precarious. The sect of the family asks you to play out very specific roles and play them well, yet human fallibility shows we often fail at this. Dysfunction amongst families is common, if not nearly ubiquitous, as members fail to play their roles and force others to play the wrong ones. Outside of the socially ordained sexual sub-groupings, sexual contact is not part of these roles. Socially, we have moved sexual need from the realm of survival and into the realm of self-realization. We survive in the family and realize ourselves outside it. Something could be said for how we need to socially reorganize ourselves into accepting sexuality as a survival need and how that might change our ideas of family. But at this point, it is very socially ingrained in us to separate sexuality from family, outside of the socially ordained sexual subsects.

I figure that we are more prone to digust towards incest rather than, let's say, parentification (as another kind of family role transgression), due to both the visceral nature of it and the fears we have towards general sexuality. Again, something could be said for how our cultural views of sexuality need to be dismantled and reenvisioned and how this might change our feelings towards all kinds of sexual transgression. Even amongst consenting adults, the fear of incest is one of survival threatening role reversal, general sexual taboo, and a violation of what we consider to be nature (this is where the negative effects of inbreeding would come into play, mixed with typically religious ideas about procreation) all wrapped in one.

I did mention points where even I would agree that our cultural ideas of sexuality need to be reexamined and how they may impact our ideas of family and what sexuality can or cannot be limited to. And we are in an era where many cultural ideas, particularly around sexuality, are being questioned and revolted against. We often will hear that cultural constructs are just that, cultural inventions that served a certain purpose at a certain point in time that are not inherent to the human race. But this doesn't necessarily demean their worth. Should the social sect of the family be abolished or should it be reimagined? Should socially ordained sexual sub-groupings exist or should we find new avenues for engaging with sexuality? What will these things say about our future views of incest? I don't aim to answer these, but I leave it to you to find your own answers.

So, now I concern myself with my favorite question. Why is it this taboo in particular that has found popularity?

The video brought up how the rise in popularity of consensual incest/"fauxcest" (step-) porn happened around the time that Game of Thrones found large cultural purchase. But let me ask you this. If next month, a new show filled with necrophilia blew up "Game of Thrones style", do you think that necrophilia fantasies and porn would follow suit? I must say that I really don't think so. There is merit in that the mass exposure of the American masses to incestuous sex scenes probably helped make them aware of this as a possible fetish, but the exposure alone doesn't explain the whole of it.

I figure taboos exist on this kind of linear continuum of least taboo to extreme taboo. Different cultures will place certain things in different positions from other cultures. For Americans, consensual incest would be more on the extreme side, yet not so extreme as my earlier example of necrophilia. What I posit is that there is a "point of titillation" that is unique to the individual, rather than their culture.

Taboos create a sensational atmosphere around them and many people find themselves intrigued with some taboo or another, while rebuking others. By drawing an uncrossable line, they dare us to cross them and reap the possible rewards and/or consequences. There is a socially constructed danger that thrills and kills all the same. I think as a species, we are enamoured with the idea of transgression (to an extent), and we seek to push ourselves physically, emotionally, and psychologically, some more than others.

What I see as the "point of titillation" is a point in the linear continuum of taboo severity where the individual finds satisfaction in the idea of transgression itself, of engaging with the taboo, regardless of the content of said taboo. The proximity to the taboo, to a perceived extremity of physical/emotional/mental experience, is the core principal. This point does not engage with anything outside the near limits of it, meaning that just because someone finds satisfaction in transgression around this idea of taboo, it does not mean that they will also find satisfaction in any and every taboo that precedes it in severity. The point is only concerned with itself.

I would argue that, for those engaged with incest fantasy and pornography, their "point of titillation" is likely matched up quite well with the cultural marking of incest on the taboo severity continuum, whereas something like necrophilia is too far and thus, merely disgusting.

I believe that most people engaged with incest fantasies are not aroused by the actual idea of incest itself, but rather the transgression around it. Most of them would not be aroused by the idea of actually finding a sexual partner within their family sect and prefer to find sexual engagement in the outer community, as is socially acceptable. In this way, the "point of titillation" is not so much a demarcation of where exactly they're willing to "cross the line" but where they find intrigue in the mere idea of it.

And we come to my other point: it's quite easy.

People are intrigued by the danger of transgression, yet are either unknowledgable or negligent of how to mitigate these dangers while actually practicing the act of transgression. The kink scene is full of players who love dangerous practices and have built the proper protocols and conversational templates to create safe spaces for these transgressions to take place. They've put work and dedication into building their communities and dungeons and scenes. It takes consistent effort. But the average sexually engaged person, with partners or alone, is not particularly interested in all the non-sexy bits of safe transgressive sex. Hell, it's hard enough to get people on board with plain safe sex. They look for the easy routes to get their fix.

If you want to roleplay an incestuous encounter with a partner, it's as easy as calling them by certain titles. If you want to produce a pornographic video, it's as easy as scripting your actors to call each other certain titles. If you're looking for pornography a little more transgressive than usual but not too "out there", it's as easy as watching all the easily made incest fantasy pornographic videos flooding the sites.

A lot of fetishes and kinks take a lot of work and communication to happen safely, especially the more transgressive you go, but this is a rarer case of pretty high transgression, little danger (in the fantasy/fictional realm). For example, consensual non-consent (CNC) can be very endangering to its participants without the proper protocols and communication. Just roleplaying the fantasy of rape alone has a whole host of dangers, whereas roleplaying the fantasy of consensual incest (in cases where no engaging party has a history of the literal thing) is felt to be just another new way to spice things up.

Incest, in the American imagination, has become something to joke and gawk at. While it is still deeply taboo to many, including those who fantacize of it, it has been turned into an oddity, something those "poor Southerners" do and something that "silly" old royals used to protect the "bloodline" with. It is only real in the very fringes of society, if we ignore the CSA. It's a "funny" thing that occasionally shows up in books and movies. It's fanservice, it's fiction, it's simply "not real", if we don't want it to be. We like it because it's taboo and we don't want to talk about it more than that because it's precisely so. Afraid of our own shadow. Ask us about it past the freakshow and we'll laugh, not yet ready to discuss our real fear.

[deadsetobsessions]

“I ate paint once,” Danny nonchalantly threw out in the middle of game night.

The entire table stopped. Heads whipped towards Danny.

“Yeah, me too. Cardamom yellow was my favorite. Ugly as hell but the chemicals just tasted right.” Tim replied, using the distraction to nab some of Bruce’s money. Monopoly money, that is. Everyone’s heads snapped towards Tim, only Cass and Danny (who was part of the scheme) caught him cheating.

“Really? I think mine was those spray can blue cosmos paint. But that might have been more my thing for space than the actual taste.”

“WHY WERE YOU EATING PAINT?!” Dick asked, looking like he wanted to lunge over the table and shake Danny until he puked out paint. Bruce looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

“Yeah, what the fuck, Tim?” Jason snickered.

“In my defense,” Danny grinned. “I was left unsupervised. Also, Steph, you owe me $24 in rent.”

“Ugh! I’m almost out of money! Can’t you loan me some, Alfred?”

“I am sorry, Miss Stephanie, you are not qualified for another loan. In fact, one of your properties is about to be confiscated as per the collateral agreement.”

“Noooo!” Stephanie made dramatic dying noises.

“What was your excuse, Timothy?” Damian asked, eyes glued to the board and determined to win the game.

“Hey, I was probably less supervised than Danny was.”

“Yeah,” Danny perked up. “My parents brought us down to their lab all of the time. Taught us a lot of stuff.”

“Really? Like what?” Duke asked, casually slapping away Tim’s sneaky hands.

“Oh, like what a rocket launcher sounded like up close! And how to build a laser gun! Oh! And what human organs looked like when they’re fresh!” Danny chirped, collecting his money from a stunned Stephanie’s hands. He looked up.

“Oh, don’t worry! I at least learned what not to do when it comes to lab safety. And we wore hazmat suits to protect ourselves from the radiation.” Danny smiled in a ditzy fashion as the table fell silent in a horrified manner. Cass tapped his arm amusedly, but allowed his bullshit to stand. After all, it’s not like he lied.

“Radiation?” Duck’s voice raised a couple of octaves. Oh yeah, Danny’s going to laugh about that pitch for a long while.

“Organs?!” Jason’s hands closed around the plastic house he was holding rather forcefully.

“Do you even know what basic lab safety practices are, Danny?” Damian demanded, finally looking up with brows furrowed. He rolled the dice and grabbed a mystery card. He gets $100 from Alfred.

“How old were you??” Duke asked.

“Like… 8, when they first brought me in?”

“Eight.” Bruce rumbled, slipping into a more Batman like persona. When Danny sent him a confused look, Bruce straightened back into his Bruce persona. “Wow, they must have trusted you a lot!”

“Sure?”

“What were their names again?” Stephanie asked sweetly, Cass nodding at him.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton.” Not that they’ll find them here, considering his parents are dead and in another universe.

“Cool, cool, cool!” Stephanie blinked, beaming as her hands formed lethal fists underneath the table.

Danny blinked and tilted his head in an unassuming way, pretending like he had no idea what Stephanie was thinking of. He sneakily handed over $600 to Cass in order to complete his monopoly on his side of the board.

Danny stood up and spread his hands out, one hand clutching his new found victory.

"Well, lady and gents, you've all been floundering against the inevitable tide of capitalism. I am here, as a reminder that you can never win against the hopelessness that will be your financial ruin! I, Danny Fenton, have obtained a quarter of the board and therefore have won against even your best efforts!" He cackled, holding up his fan of properties triumphantly. He shot a mischievous grin at Cass, who held up a solemn thumbs up in support for his monetary takeover.

"... Danny, are you... planning on a career in villainy?" Bruce asked, after a brief and total wave of shocked silence. Damian looked like he was having a conniption at having been bested, unknowingly. Yeah, Danny was disarming like that.

"Yeah, that was concerning." Tim piped up, nabbing a ten from a shell-shocked Damian.

"Hey! The Riddler gives surprisingly good monologues! And he's really loud, so it's hard not to pick up on things. Duke, your turn." Danny sat back down, pouting. The villainy comment was a little too close to his fears.

"Damn it." Duke, who had rolled, landed smack middle of Danny's territory. He handed over a sheaf of bills to a grinning Danny.

"Wait a minute! You have cheated!" Damian bolted upwards from his seat, finally done running through the purchases he remembered Danny making. "You acquired that property not within the games' rules!"

"Okay, first of all, the rule book is a suggestion, like lab safety rules," Danny saw the others open their mouths to protest, but he quickly shut it down. "Second, there's totally no rules about selling and buying places from a private owner so suck on it. And thirdly? Cass sold it to me, so you all can take it up with her."

"Diabolical!" Damian muttered indignantly.

"... Dammit." Dick sighed, falling back into the chair and balancing on its two legs. He couldn't say anything, considering his current of bankruptcy.

"Danny. Danny, I'll buy a property from you." Jason said, eyeing one of Danny's other properties near his own cluster.

"What do you have that would interest me?" Danny asked, falling back into his Vlad-like imitation.

"Ew, don't do that," Steph reached over to jab him in the arm.

"Yeah, Jason, what do you have?" Duke said, the lovely subtle instigator that he is.

"Red Hood's signature."

The others blue-screen, gaping at the actual audacity Jason had to offer up something that would take him no effort. Danny, prepared with a poker face that came with lying straight to Jazz's ever perceptive eyes about whether he nabbed the last of her ice cream or not, was prepared.

"Red Hood? The condom guy working out of the... um. Upper East Side?" Danny asked, pretending to hesitate. He knows where Jason operated. That doesn't mean he couldn't simply pretend otherwise. For science, of course.

...

...

...

The table howled with laughter, Jason's indignant spluttering unable to say anything against Danny's wide eyed look of innocence. Cass leaned against the table, chuckles falling out of her mouth and eyes crinkled in mirth. Dick had fallen out of his chair, helplessly wheezing on the floor. Duke is hiding his face in his hands, mirroring Bruce's pose as they both shake from silent laughter. Damian is smirking, wicked and sharp as he smugly stared at Jason. Stephanie and Tim are leaning against each other, repeating "the CONDOM GUY" in alternating and increasingly louder voices. Alfred had a smile on his face and a tight grip on the bills in front of him that betrayed his amusement.

"He's a crime lord!" Jason exclaimed, indignant.

"Uh, okay. Well, I mean, why would I want a crime lord's signature? I don't want to be on his radar. Or echolocation or whatever. He's... a Bat, right? That's what you guys call that group, yeah?"

"How do you know the Rogues better than the vigilantes?!" Jason glared at his unhelpful family. Those assholes better prepare for a load of rubber bullets the next time they're on patrol near Crime Alley.

"Hey, it's not my fault the vigilantes here are unsociable. Maybe if they monologued more, I'd know who they are."

"Wouldn't- wouldn't that make them more villain like?" Tim asked, stuttering from his laughter.

"I dunno?" Danny replied, enjoying his the family's unabashed joy. "I mean, they're pretty legit and they help people already so I guess they don't need to be sociable... but still I swear I haven't heard anything about Batman other than that he grunts and is mean towards criminals."

Is mean towards criminals, Duke mouthed at a recovering Dick who was in the process of heaving himself back up. It sent him careening back down to the floor with restrained giggles. Cass tapped Danny, reminding him to eat some food.

"Tt. Of course not. They're efficient at their jobs and have no need to be seen as welcoming to criminals." Damian puffed up.

"Yeah, but they've gotta feel safe, right?" Danny shrugged as he plucked a cookie from the cookie platter. "The... one with the sword, what was it?"

"Robin." Damian supplied, eyes narrowed and trained on him.

"Yeah, the baby bird. The kids think his swords are cool so they trust him. But like, the others? The flippy blue one? Not so much."

"Wait," Dick said from the floor. "They don't trust Nightwing?"

"Nah, they trust him to protect them, but he has a history of bringing the kids to the police, you know?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Danny shrugged. "ACAB. But also because everybody knows that half the guys in the GCPD and CPS are child traffickers."

"Wait, what?" Jason and Tim straightened.

Bruce piped in, the emotional whiplash of amusement to concern to amusement to concern visibly making itself known on the man's baffled face. "I thought Batman and Commissioner Gordon took care of that?"

"Sure, the obvious ones." Danny hesitated. Well, he's pretty sure they think he's a meta so... "There's... a meta trafficking ring that they're a part of. That's. That's kind of what I was running from."

Danny looked up pleadingly. Cass placed a hand on his arm in comfort, not knowing that he was fibbing about running from them.

Danny was on the streets helping his own Alley metas to run from them.

Danny is as feral as she was, and that meant he could hide just as much as she could read off of him. Cass was the best and he felt kind of bad about lying to her, successfully or not.

"Uh. Some people said you know Batman, Bruce. I know- uh, that might not be the case but if you do, could you ask him to look into it?" Danny made his eyes tear up. "And maybe he wouldn't care about me much, I mean, I know he doesn't really like metas but if he helps out, I could totally like, leave the city once the kids are safe, promise."

Ooh, Danny put a little too much sincerity into that. He could practically hear the hearts breaking in the game room as everyone glared at Bruce.

"You won't have to leave."

"... Promise?" And Danny's voice was a little too desperate, too hopeful, because Bruce's eyes tugged down in sadness.

"Promise." He rumbled, all Bruce Wayne and all Batman. Danny's core warmed. Danny also saw the rest of the family's faces darken in pure agreement. And partial wrath.

"Yeah! We'll kick Batman's ass if he even thought about kicking you out!" Stephanie proclaimed.

"He's far more proficient in combat than you are, Brown." Damian immediately leapt to Batman's defense and that was that.

Well, later, as Danny was "sleeping" and Phantom was hovering in the cave, invisible and intangible, he got confirmation that his Alley meta kids were going to be safe, soon.

After all, the entire Batclan was suiting up and baying for blood, with Oracle's all encompassing presence behind them, fingers reaching for their enemies' weak points.

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 12: The One Where We Start Laying the Yellow Brick Road to Italy

I realized the other day that, even though I like to bounce around from place to place in the Lukola timeline, I probably needed to start tightening things up on the ship if I ever wanted to get to the end of the story. And, yes, dammit, this story better have a finale at some point because there’s nothing more annoying than an open-ended ending, particularly in the romance genre.

Today we’re going to take a quick jaunt over to Italy because –

NO! Not because Luke is allegedly filming there. If you’re into real-time stalking, you’re in the wrong blog. But, I’m sure there’s a Discord for that.

It’s because I’ve had several people ask for my opinion about the change in behavior between Luke and Nicola during their Day 1 interviews there. Wait – people are interested in my thoughts? Wow, that’s actually kind of nice. Thank you! Okay, back to what I was saying –

Was there a change in behavior when Luke and Nicola reached Italy? Yeah, actually, there kind of was.

By May 9, we had been gifted with a slew of material from Luke, Nicola, and the Bridgerton cast and, I must admit, those early interviews are some of the most entertaining of the tour. In the very beginning, Nicola appeared as the utmost professional – charming, intelligent, and witty at the right moments – and Luke played her likeable counterpart to “Book Colin” perfection – bouncing between being awkwardly boyish and wickedly roguish, all while looking at Nicola like she had just served him homemade peanut butter crumble.

The two of them together, playing off each other, in my opinion, was better than Bridgerton Season 3 (you cannot beat the World Tour being 99% Luke and Nicola, with only a few random side characters taking up screentime). There was some major “Electric Love” radiating from those two throughout the tour, but it seemed very much heightened in the beginning (probably because they hadn’t yet answered the same question 67 times). By the way, if you haven’t heard that song by Børns, go have a listen. It will, at the very least – hopefully – put you in an upbeat mood for the day.

Now, where was I? Oh, yes – was there a change in behavior between Luke and Nicola when they reached Italy?

Absolutely.

Do I know why?

Absolutely not.

Perhaps Luke was bent because someone spilled his coffee, or Nicola was upset because her stylist made her to wear that little silver bow in her hair. In my opinion, the most intriguing part of Day 1 of the Italy press junket was that Luke and Nicola struggled with answering the question, “What is love?” I swear they both babbled on like two kids in debate class who hadn’t bothered to read the material given to them before taking their respective podiums. They finally seemed to settle on Luke’s “Maybe it’s, like, connection.” Well, they seemed to be missing the “connection” that day.

Honestly, no one can explain their “don’t stand so close to me” vibe during those first day interviews except Luke and Nicola. But, we can at least have some fun and speculate about it with a bird’s eye view. At this point, you should know that I love spreading the puzzle pieces out and seeing how they might all connect. Most people – when putting a puzzle together – start with the side pieces, right? You’ll get my joke in a moment (I hope).

In March 2024 – I don’t know the specific date because my timeline is rather murky going back that far (I was unaware Lukola even existed!) – Luke traveled to Los Angeles for a photo spread with InStyle magazine. I’ve heard two versions of this story. The first being that Luke traveled to Los Angeles with Antonia alone; the second being that he traveled to Los Angeles with his friend group, which included Antonia. I couldn’t tell you which is true, and it really doesn’t matter because it doesn’t necessarily add or take away from today’s story.

Before I get started, I wanted to give a “hurrah” to The-One-Whose-Group-Chat-Fills-in-Lots-of-Missing-Bits-for-Me-Including-the-Part-Where-Video-Footage-of-Antonia-in-Los-Angeles-Seemed-to-Indicate-a-Celebrity-Was-Not-the-Videographer-and-There-Were-So-Many-British-Accents-in-the-Background-One-Would-Fancy-a-Guess-She-was-Traveling-with-a-Group.

Moving along…

On April 7, 2024, Antonia posted a series of photographs and clips to her Instagram grid indicating she had been in Los Angeles, including one where she was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory and one where she was sitting at a table marked with the number “95.” On April 14, she posted a second set of photographs, tagging her location as Beverly Hills, California and using “End of Beginning” as her audio (yes, I side-eyed this choice of music so don’t feel bad if you did as well). The second photo dump included her lounging on a rooftop.

I’m not going to delve into posts made by Luke and Nicola during that timeframe. I mean, I’m sure Nicola’s comment, “’Friends’…sure Jan,” on Luke’s April 11 reshared post about Bridgerton Season 3 was only meant to be applicable to Polin. And, if Luke wanted to use yellow and black hearts to represent the colors Nicola and he were wearing in his April 12 post, that’s cool, too. And, I am definitely not going to speculate on Nicola’s April 15 post (for Big Mood) that Luke liked, and she captioned, “I will bite off anything that dangles.”

By April 21, Luke and Nicola were in Australia at the World Premiere of Bridgerton. I am only going to provide a quick overview of Australia instead of a full-fledged recital because, at some point, I will almost certainly dedicate an entry to this country. Let’s start with Luke pulling off the hottest walk-up in Netflix human history (I mean, have you watched it in slow motion?). Then, we had the hard launch of the handholding business (because why again?). And, we had Luke tripping over his words, “We’re very, like, giving…I’m not talking about those scenes…” Oh, and Nicola telling an interviewer that, “[y]ou can’t keep a good girl down,” and, in response, Luke’s lips curling into a wicked-ass Cheshire cat's. We had them in the garden, with Nicola bending down to hug Luke after she had scratched/hit/petted his head. Perhaps I should not mention the possibility of a man’s shirt being visible on a bed behind Nicola (I said possibility not that it was). And, Nicola telling Luke, “You’re the funnier one,” when he was concerned that perhaps Benedict was funnier than Colin. Then we had the “Nicola-in-the-green-dress” day where, as they were going down the steps, Luke seemed to instinctively reach for Nicola’s hand, but she played it cool and took his arm instead. Oh, and that entire “green dress” day in general (I mean, there was so much shit going on that day). And, best we do not forget Nicola saying, “the best foundation for love is friendship,” which mirrored the bracelet “someone…in Australia” gave Luke that read, “Do you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?” Because that’s not suspicious at all. Alright, let’s get the fuck out of Australia – but not before I mention Nicola commenting on Luke’s April 27 Instagram post with “Ready for the next?” and Luke replying, “Absolutely.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, their shenanigans in Australia expanded the USS Lukola tenfold.

Oh, also, let me throw this in here because, if you are a “ring truther,” this fact plays a significant role in the Lukola timeline. If you do not know what a “ring truther” is, that’s perfectly fine. You can catch up by reading Entry 6 (The One Where I Explained the Claddagh Ring to My Dad) of my blog. I mentioned in Entry 6 that some Lukola sleuths have stated the metadata they pulled from the sketches of the Claddagh ring uploaded by Chupi indicate they were done as early as April 26. In other words, it means the Claddagh was likely commissioned between Australia and Italy. In fact, if we are to believe Chupi when it said it took four weeks to make the ring, then it had to have been commissioned by May 9, 2024, at the latest. Oh, lookie there, that’s Day 1 of the Italy interviews.

But, before we get to May 9, let’s pause on April 29. That was the day Luke’s InStyle spread was published – yes, the one I mentioned earlier. Luke has pictures from this photoshoot still on his Instagram grid – in fact, Nicola commented, “Yess dude!!” on them – but those aren’t the pictures I want to talk about. No, I want to talk about the pictures InStyle posted on its Instagram grid that day. These photographs came directly from Luke, which was confirmed by the InStyle article when it said, “…the actor delighted the InStyle team by delivering the polaroid photos he’d taken for this story tucked oh-so-carefully in a little brown bag for safekeeping.” The pictures Luke provided, among others, included one where he was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles; one where he was sitting at a table marked with the number “95;” and one where he is sitting in a lounge chair on a rooftop. If you want to see the pictures, InStyle still has them available – you just need to go through hundreds of posts to find them. Luke did not like this InStyle post, which was kind of odd because he was tagged in it, and they were reportedly his pictures.

Why did these InStyle polaroids seem so familiar?

Oh, that’s right, because they were.

Remember that April 7 post of Antonia’s I mentioned a bit ago? Yeah, the one where Antonia posted a bunch of random pictures from Los Angeles and – only after InStyle posted Luke’s polaroids – fans realized Antonia had preemptively posted her version of some of Luke’s polaroids.

I am not going to speculate too much about these pictures or their implications in this blog post, but these pictures may resurface in future posts because I find myself side-eyeing the fact they even exist. And, we should probably accept that Luke was aware of them before his pictures came out on April 29 because he threw a like on Antonia’s April 7 post. Could it have been a “blind” like? Sure, I guess, but the logical side of my brain says he probably looked through them at the time she posted. Let’s not worry too much about it right now, though.

After trying to write out my “general” opinion about the pictures several times, I finally decided that the best way I could articulate my thoughts was through the conversation I had with my father. Yes, Dear Dad returns again for another insightful Q&A.

I started by showing Luke and Antonia’s three “matchy” pictures to my dad and then asked him to compare them. To be clear, the pictures were their respective Griffith Observatory, Table 95, and Rooftop Lounging pictures.

Me: “So what do you think?”

Dad: “About what?”

Me: “Ugh! Why did Antonia take those pictures?”

Dad: “Well, to show she’s part of the ‘in’ crowd. The only reason I can see them being taken is if she was going to put them on the Internet.”

Me: “Uhh, as a matter of fact, she did put them on the Internet! Approximately three weeks before Luke’s were published.”

Dad: “See! I’m not as dumb as you think.”

Me: “Whatever. So, you really believe that? She took them to show people that she was, like, there?”

Dad: “Yeah. Why else would she take them? They’re not the kind of photos you’d take normally. What’s she going to do, put them in an album and show her friends in five years and say, ‘Look, I sat in Luke’s chair?’ Who does that? Nobody. Plus, Luke’s pictures look like they were taken with a polaroid camera and Antonia took hers with, I guess, a phone. Why use two different cameras? Again, it doesn’t make sense. Seems to me like she knew what pictures he was taking, and she was trying to copy them so she could put them on the Internet.”

Thanks, Dad.

You do not have to accept my father’s thoughts on the photographs. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. However, I think we can meet in the middle and opine that, at a minimum, Antonia’s pictures caused the weak Lukolas to jump overboard; at most, they gave some people stalker vibes; and somewhere in between, they introduced Antonia's negative influence over the fandom and what some may consider trolling behavior (even if it wasn’t recognized then).

Now, before we land in Italy on May 9, let’s summarize what has happened during the preceding two months.

First, we had Luke traveling to Los Angeles in March with Antonia, either alone or as part of a friend group. Luke had pictures of himself taken while there.

Second, we had Antonia posting pictures in early April that would be linked directly to Luke’s pictures by the end of the month.

Third, throughout the month of April, we had Luke and Nicola traveling together for the World Tour. We have all seen these interviews, and we have all formed independent opinions about them.

Fourth, based on Chupi’s own words, we know the Claddagh ring must have been commissioned no later than May 9.

Okay, now we’ve reached May 9, Day 1 of the Italy press junket.

Besides the press interviews, what happened on that day?

Well, Antonia reposted Luke singing Coldplay’s “Yellow” to her TikTok account.

Uhh… Huh. Interesting.

I mean, it’s possible that this was just a coincidence and she just liked Luke’s version of it. Or, it’s possible Antonia knew that “Yellow” was the Polin wedding song and she anticipated trolling Nicola and/or the fandom with it. But, if we believe she knew “Yellow” was the Polin wedding song, that means either Luke told her, or someone with that knowledge told her (i.e., someone from Luke’s team or family/friend group). We also know that Luke mentioned this song in the May 16, 2022 Netflix Tudum article when Nicola and he were asked about their song choices for Season 3. Luke stated his frontrunner was “Yellow” by Coldplay “because of Penelope’s dresses.” Regardless of why Antonia posted the song, I find it hard to imagine Netflix, Bridgerton, Shondaland, Nicola, or Luke were too impressed by Antonia resharing it on TikTok. I mean, at this point, Netflix & Co. would surely have been aware that Antonia’s “copycat post” went over with the fandom like a wet blanket in December in Canada. I imagine some questions were being asked and Luke may very well have received a hand slap from Corporate – and maybe even from Nicola.

But, that’s not the only thing that happened on May 9.

Luke posted his Homme magazine spread to his Instagram grid on that day, too. He captioned the post, “Chatting through all things S3 with @hommeplusmag [o]ut next week x.” Nicola commented, “Yessss,” and Luke tagged his post with the location of Hackney, London. That last part – about Luke tagging the location in Hackney – apparently sent the fandom into a deep-dive of…Nicola’s backyard. Why? Because Nicola lives in Hackney (Nicola herself confirmed she lived in Hackney in a March 18, 2024 interview with Derry Now), and rumors started to circulate that Luke’s pictures were taken at her home.

Hmm, I didn’t realize May 9 was such a busy day, did you?

So, which came first – the chicken or the egg? Did Antonia repost “Yellow” to her TikTok before Luke posted his Homme in Hackney images to Instagram, or vice versa? I’m sure someone out there has this information. The answer might help shine some light as to why Luke and Nicola seemed “off” in the early part of their Day 1 Italy interviews. But, then again, does the order really matter? Regardless of who posted first, it would seem to me that “Yellow” was a very possible culprit for the different energy on set that day.

That, or Luke really was peeved over someone spilling his coffee.

[symphonyofsilence]

What's your favorite incredibly fucked up moment in any mxtx story

omg this is SO tough

i'm literally so desensitized now, i'm sitting here like ehhh i mean it's all pretty normal isn't it

having just finished it, i've got to go with the yue qingyuan/shen jiu dynamic in scum villain-- the idea that this guy will go the rest of his life not knowing that the person he loves the most and has spent his whole life trying to protect is actually long dead, despite apparently being alive and walking around. and from the shen jiu perspective, to have died and have nobody even know that it happened (and, as others have pointed out, to have everyone prefer the new, fake you)

[rafeandonlyrafe]

bésame

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bilingual!reader, spanish dialogue (its not really translated but all the important parts are explained), rafe learning spanish

rafe sets down his briefcase, toeing off his shoes as his eyes scan the foyer for you, surprised that you don’t come running up to greet him like you normally do when he gets home.

“hola, baby!” he yells out, suddenly hearing a clatter from the kitchen before you stick your head into the hallway.

“hola, amor.” you smile. “just making tamales for dinner.”

“ahh.” rafe nods, the time consuming dish explaining why you were already working in the kitchen, filling the corn husk with ingredients before rolling them up.

“come keep me company?” you smile at him, batting your eyelashes in a way that always has rafe bending and agreeing to anything you ask him. “tell me about your day?”

“of course.” rafe walks the short distance in the hallway, pressing a kiss to your lips, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“missed you.” you hum against his lips. “te amo.”

rafe smiles back at you. he didn't know any spanish besides hola when he first began dating you. “te amo, amor.”

you give him a look, eyes widening slightly as you go back to working on your dish. “that pronunciation was shockingly good, rafey.”

“i may have been practicing a little.” rafe smirks, in truth he's been practicing a lot, working really hard to learn the language for you, even going as far as to hire a native speaker to meet with him on his lunch breaks.

“practicing, eh?” you smile, fingers effortlessly folding the tamale, having done it so many times. “how do you say eat, then?”

“comer.” rafe answers, without even having to think about it.

“¡no me digas!” you gasp in surprise. 

rafe laughs, a faint blush on his cheeks at the look of wonder and excitement in your eyes. “we… i mean uhh… vamos a comer tamales.”

“yes!” you squeal. “we are going to eat tamales!” you have to put the corn husk down, quickly washing your hands before moving over to rafe, touching his cheeks.

“you’re so good, cariño!” you have to get up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to rafes lips. 

“i know that one.” rafe admits with a smile. its one of the first thing he had the instructor teach him, various pet names to call you. “sweetheart or darling. i also know mi vida, mi corazon. i even know princesa and uh..." it takes rafe a second, but the word for soul finally comes back to him, "mi alma."

“oh wow.” you could melt on the spot at the sweet words coming out of rafes mouth, only sounding even better in your natural language. “let me see if you know this one… bésame.”

it takes a second for the words to click, and then rafe smirks down at you, leaning in to press your lips together in a kiss, just like you asked for. his mouth dominates yours, turning your bodies so you’re the one leaning against the counter, trapped between rafes strong arms.

“quiero verte.” you whisper to rafe, tugging on his shirt. “i want to see you.”

rafe quickly pulls the shirt off over his head, his muscles on display for you to rub your hands over.

“how do i say undress me?” rafe asks, moaning lowly when your hands pass over his nipples.

“desvísteme.”

“undress you? okay. bueno.” rafe smirks as you let out a laugh, tricking you into being asked to be undressed. 

you raise your arms up so he can tug your shirt off, eyes widening when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. his hands cup your chest, playing with your tits as he finds his way back to your mouth, tongue running along your lower lip until his thumb swipes over your nipples and makes you gasp, finally allowing him entrance. 

“quiero probarte.” rafe whispers against your lips, your eyes widening when you realize what his words mean, still not used to hearing him speak in spanish. “quiero probarte, baby. can i take your shorts off?” “yeah, yeah.” you nod. you swear you must be dreaming, with rafe saying that he wants to taste you in spanish. you wonder who he asked, who gave him the translation, because as far as you know, the only spanish speaking people he knows is your family members, and while rafe is not easily embarrassed, even that's going too far for him.

rafe tugs at your shorts and underwear, letting them fall to the floor before you’re being lifted up onto the island counter, half-assembled tamales long forgotten as rafe bends, burying his face into your core without any delay.

his tongue laps at your entrance, tasting your juices as they build up. his mouth makes an obscene slurping noise, and you didn’t even realize how wet you’d gotten from hearing him speaking spanish, getting to communicate with him in such a beautiful language that you love so much.

he drags his tongue upward, flicking it against your clit. “te gusta?” rafe asks.

“yeah, yeah i like it!” you answer rafes question, head feeling fuzzy as he goes back to flicking over your clit before circling it teasingly, making you feel every nerve when he drags back over before his tongue finds its way down towards your entrance.

he gathers even more slickness on his tongue before dragging upward, using it as extra lubrication against your clit. he licks at your most sensitive area before tugging your clit between his lips, sucking it into his mouth.

you let out a squeal, reaching down to grip his hair in your hands to hold him in place, pressing his face further into you.

you can feel rafe chuckle against your skin at your clear excitement, but he doesn’t pull away, simply continuing to eat you out as you mumble a few curse words in spanish when his fingers press against your entrance.

hes slow when pressing his digit inside, counter to the speed and intensity of his lips on your clit. when he finally begins to pump it inside and out, your body relaxes, the familiar feeling allowing him to slip a second finger in.

rafe wastes no time scissoring his fingers, clearly needing to open you up quickly to get himself inside.

“fuck!” you shout out. “rafe, rafe, cógeme. cógeme, por favor.” rafe pulls away, looking up at you, clearly having not heard that word before. “fuck me!” you tell him in english, tugging on his hair slightly to encourage him to stand up, to take you.

rafes confusion turns into amusement, his grin spreading as he slowly raises, fingers continuing to thrust inside of you as your hands grab at his pants, undoing them as quickly as you can before shoving them down, rafes hard cock rising.

“tell me the truth, rafe.” you gasp as his fingers pull out, only momentarily feeling the gaping emptiness inside of you until rafes cock takes its place, filling you up effortlessly, the perfect amount of stretch to your walls to bring you the slightest hint of pain, that only increases your pleasure. “who is teaching you this?” “i may have hired someone to help me out on my lunch breaks.” rafe smirks, keeping his cock buried inside of you, your hips moving while sat on the edge of the marble counter, trying to entice him into thrusting. “no promises im ever gonna be fluent, but i figured its the least i could do. for you.”

“oh, rafe.” you feel tears well up into your eyes. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his lips. “i love you.”

“te amo.” rafe smiles down at you, your legs wrapping around him next, waiting for the thrusts to begin, but rafe remains still for a few more moments, letting you enjoy the soft, sweet moment.

it lasts as long as rafe can hold himself back until he suddenly pumps forward, hips thrusting up rapidly, glad that the island counter sits at the perfect height for him to fuck you at.

“oh, yes!” you moan out, nails raking down his back. “fuck, feels so good baby.” “yeah, can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me.” rafe moans as well, combined sounds filling the kitchen. 

“don’t know…” you try to get the words out, his cock repeatedly filling you, making you interrupt your sentence with gasps. “don’t know how long i’ll last.”

“yeah? my mouth and cock that good? need to cum already?” rafe loves how easily he can make you cum, how fast he can push you to the edge. it only turns him on more.

“sí.” you nod. “close, papí.”

rafe lets out a groan, his orgasm suddenly close from the use of that single word alone. “call me that again, baby girl.”

“papíííí.” you whine out, rafes hips pushing up, slapping against your skin as an orgasm suddenly forces out of you, cunt pulsating around rafe, pulling his own orgasm free.

“fuck.” you curse, before repeating it in spanish. “joder.”

“god, your pussy is perfect.” rafe says, pressing his lips against your cheek as the last of his cum is milked out. “how do you say that in spanish?” “nnn, i don’t know.” you groan. “my minds not working right now.”

“aww, pobrecita, all fucked out.” rafe laughs, pulling his cock out of you.

“your fault.” you grumble, feeling his cum leaking out onto the counter, but you need at least another minute of rafe holding you close before you care about the mess. “your fault dinner is gonna be late too.” you look at your workstation. “we’ll wash up and then i’ll help you.” rafe offers. “and you can teach me some more words in spanish.”

“fine, but you don’t need to learn any more dirty ones, niño travieso.”

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[revelboo]

sometimes i think this is how some of the bots think about humans

lowkey don't know how to feel about that myself, i actually put myself in some of the human's shoes and wow it's no easy task to deal with their situation and having to keep themselves calm

That’s probably how a lot of them unconsciously view humans because of the size difference.

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 4

Scavengers x Reader

• By virtue of Swindle’s reputation as a crook, Misfire voted Crankcase to use the language file and everyone else agreed. Most likely the con wouldn’t intentionally off a customer he can scam again, but still. Now Crankcase leans over where the human is sitting on a crate, little legs dangling and heels thumping against the side, and he spouts gibberish at you. Your head comes up, eyes widening as you say something back and get to your feet. “Do you understand it?” Krok demands, right as your little shoulders slump, hands gesturing.

• When the one with the chunk out of his head starts talking and you recognize human language, you lunge to your feet. Asking if he knew your language, because while the sounds are familiar, it’s still nonsense to you. And he’s just staring back at you in incomprehension. It’s the wrong language and you’re not sure whether to laugh or cry. Or scream. You’re still stuck at square one playing charades with giant, alien robots.

• “Still gibberish,” Crankcase growls, leaning back as the human goes on a rant, little hands flapping about and gesturing before you flop back down in frustration. Reaching out he nudges your shoulder with a servo and you immediately swat him. Those eyes glowering when he uses that same servo to tip your chin up. Because he gets it, to be so small and trapped somewhere? Unable to communicate? You must be terrified even if you hide it well. And that’s something he understands. What happened to him left more scars than just the chunk missing from his head. Sometimes the other Scavengers come up on his bad side and he almost swears it’s Thunderwing looming up behind him, that old nightmare digging it’s claws in.

• “Of course it is,” Krok sighs, slumping back on the bench in the cargo hold. Doesn’t even realize when he starts clicking the device in his hand because it’s become a nervous habit by this point. Whenever something goes sideways, he plays with it and now you look up at the noise and meet his optics. As he watches, you hold up your fist, thumb moving to mime him until he stops. “Signal that crook.”

• “I told you,” Misfire growls, wings flaring as he watches you stop copying Krok and look up at him. Unable to understand, but trying. Those intelligent eyes alert. As he watches, Spinister finds that stuffed animal as big as you are and pushes it firmly at you, knocking you flat on your back as you wrap your arms around it in self defense just to get him to stop. “I mean, his name is Swindle,” he mutters as he stalks off.

• Arm looped around the stuffed bear, you crane your neck to watch the one with wings stalk off. They’re obviously all unhappy and it hurts to get your hopes up only to have them crushed again. If you can’t communicate, you can’t ask to go home. You’ve tried mimicking some of the sounds they make, but they always just look at you funny. Expressions giving away that they can’t even tell you’re trying so hard. That your attempts are just nonsense to them. Anxiety lifting through you, you’re aware of the biggest one, the one that had found you and ran you down, still staring at you. He’d scared you nearly to death then, but if he hadn’t spotted you that day? You’d have probably starved on that barren world, scared and alone. He saved you whether or not he realizes it.

• “Think they really were a pet taken after the war?” Fulcrum asks as you chatter at Spinister, trying to get back up only for him to keep pushing you back over with a servo. He’d stop him, but you’re laughing instead of angry. “Why abandon them out here?” Because you haven’t been that much trouble except for the handful of times they’d accidentally poisoned you trying to keep you alive. Swindle’s food at least had been legitimate, though whatever those black and white discs are, you’d tried to devour the entire package as soon as they weren’t paying attention to you. And he’s almost positive you had been swearing at him when he had to take the package away to ration them out slowly. Like now as you manage to get away from Spinister and move as close to him as you can get, big eyes imploring as you hold out a hand. Aware of the others watching as he produces the little package and holds it out, holding up a servo of the other hand in warning. And huffing at him, you take only one instead of trying to snatch them all, reaching out as soon as you pop it in your mouth to pat his servo and mumble nonsense at him.

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[whenlilyfallsinlove]

sheldon cooper x reader??? thanks 😍

my first request!!! hope you like it :)

girl from the train station

"WAIT!" sheldon's voice called at the train that had just driven off. oh he was so screwed. his mom would be so mad; this had definitely put him off breaking rules for life.

he sighed and looked round to see if there was anyone he could ask for help. then he realised he was in germany, of course there wouldn't be many people that could help him! his german was good, but it could only take him so far.

"hey, are you okay?" your voice interrupted him from his thoughts. he looked up to see you, standing in front of him, a sympathetic smile on your face.

"hallo-." sheldon begins in german but you cut him off.

"i speak english, i'm here visiting family." you chuckle. sheldon finds himself smiling slightly as well, but quickly stops.

"oh well.. i'm definitely not okay, i just missed my train in a foreign country and my mom's going to kill me because she thinks i'm at the library." sheldon says, in a panicked tone.

"calm down," you say comfortingly, "i think my mom can help you get home."

"really? that would be wonderful." sheldon breathes out a sigh of relief.

"yeah.. i'm y/n. by the way. nice to meet you." you hold out your hand for him to shake.

"sheldon." he looks at your outstretched hand, and reluctantly shakes it.

you give him a confused look.

"sorry i don't really like physical contact, no offence but i don't know what germs you have." he states, matter-of-factly.

surprisingly, you laugh. "fair enough."

sheldon smiles slightly back. you seemed a nice enough girl, he felt like he could trust you.

"right, you're in luck, we just dropped my dad and brother off here, so we'll be able to take you back to your mom." you say, and lead him to where he had just bought that damn strudel that made him miss his train in the first place.

"mom" you approach a woman that looked like an older version of you, "sheldon missed his train home and has no way of getting back!"

"now now honey calm down." your mom says then turns to look at sheldon, "do you know where you're staying?"

sheldon nods and tells her where he's staying.

"oh, that's right around the corner from my parents, that'll be easy then, you can come with us if you'd like." your mom smiles at him.

"i.. would like that." sheldon nods.

"great!" you cheer. sheldon looks at you. although you weren't his type of person (then again, who was?), he found you endearing.

"let's go then!" you say, and the three of you walk to your mom's car.

"would you like to sit up front sheldon? i'm feeling generous." you smile at him.

"no thank you, it's statistically safer in the back." he says, but then sees your face drop a little. "thank you though." he adds, and smiles at you.

"that's fine, i'll keep you company." you take a seat beside sheldon in the back.

your mom starts the car, and then you were on your way back to sheldon's hotel.

"so where are you from sheldon?" you ask, wanting to find some things out about him.

"medford, texas. what about you?" he nods.

"nice, i'm from (insert place here)." you respond.

"how come you're in germany anyway, sounds like a long way from home?" you chuckle.

"i'm here at grad school." sheldon responds.

"grad school?! wow you must be a genius." your eyes widen.

sheldon sees your reaction and chuckles.

"i am, i started college at 11." he subtly brags.

"11?? woah!" unlike many other kids his age, you seemed impressed and in awe of him. he liked that.

"yeah." sheldon says.

"i wish i was as smart as you." you look at him.

"it's just a natural gift." he responds. "i'm sure you're good at other things that i'm not. for example sports."

you giggle. "maybe i am. then."

for the rest of the car journey, you and sheldon talked about yourselves. sheldon learnt you came to germany quite a lot because your grandparents lived here, you had an older brother who annoyed the living hell out of you (he could relate) and you were a swimmer. he found himself quite enjoying talking to you, and was quite sorry when he arrived back to his hotel.

"here we are, it's been a pleasure driving you home sheldon." your mom speaks up from the front.

"thank you so much for driving me." he smiles politely.

"mom, please can i walk sheldon in!" you beg.

"alright, but don't be too long." she smiles fondly at you.

"come on." you say to sheldon who thanks your mom again and you walk up to his shared room.

you reach to a stop outside of his door and sigh.

"well.. it was nice meeting you sheldon." you smile sadly at him.

"and you. i had a great time talking to you in the car." he smiles back.

"yeah uhh.. maybe i could give you my number, in case you'd want to talk again..? you can tell me more about your string theory." you feel your face heat up and look down.

sheldon's eyes widen "uhh yeah okay." he surprises himself.

"here." you take hold of his hand and write your number on it, using a pen from you pocket.

"i'll call you." he nods. "well goodbye y/n.."

"bye sheldon." you reply and before he can stop you, you place a quick kiss on his cheek and walk off.

sheldon brought his hand to his cheek, open-mouthed. first, he lied to his mom, then he snuck out, and now he had just been kissed by a girl!

maybe today hadn't been so bad after all.

[haerinari]

See? It's because of you

pairing: roommate!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis: Jungwon and you have been roommates for the past two years, even tho you had always find him cute, you didn’t take your shot because you were scared to make things uncomfortable. But all of this changes when he comes drunk into your apartment and confesses his love for you.

warnings: jungwon being drunk, cursing, kissing, nothings else just pure fluff.

want to keep reading? click here ⬇️

It was around 11:45 pm on a lonely friday in your apartment. You roommate, Jungwon, went out with his friends ours ago, and even tho he told you to come with them, the pressure of studying for exams didn’t allowed you to go.

“I can’t read anymore…” i said, holding my head between my hands. “Fuck chemistry, fuck biology, fuck physics.”

ding dong

It must be Jungwon, i thought.

“Jungwon?” no response. “Jungwon is that you? Are you back?” i asked again, just silence.

I got up from my chair and went to open the door, showing a really, really drunk Jungwon laying his head on the wall.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed with a big smile, hugging me tight and giving a kiss to my cheek.

“Wow, wow. Jungwon are you okay? You look really drunk.” his face was a little pale, his pupils were dilated, and every word i said, sounded like a joke to him.

“Yes —nOo— No, i mean yes.” he laughed. “Tayo almost killed me outside.”

“Wonie, what in the world is Tayo?” i asked, a confused look in my face.

“You know, Tayo… the car, vroom vroom.”

“Okey, yeah sure.”

“Oh, Y/N!” he exclaimed, hugging me tightly once again. “It’s so hard without you… i missed you soOoOooOO much.” Jungwon complained like a little child.

“What are you talking about? You’re super drunk Jungwon, how much did you drank?”

“Me? Drunk? NoOoOOooO” he slurred, shaking his head before resting it on ny shoulder. “I’m just… divine— I mean, fine.”

“Let’s go to your room, Wonie.” i said, trying to carry him by putting his arm around my shoulder and closing the door behind me. “I think you need some rest…”

Jungwon held into me tighter. “No Y/N, no bed~” he protested. “I wanna stay here with Y/N.”

“Jungw—”

“Talking about Y/N, have you seen her?” Jungwon asked, scanning the room. “She has like… long hair, beautiful dark brown eyes, she’s like, super pretty.” i blushed at his comment.

“Yang Jungwon, you need to lay down in here, and take a deep sleep.” i said sitting him in his bed. His head was moving in circles, his eyes were almost closed and his hair was messy on his face.

I sat next to him, trying to take off his jacket so he could go sleep only with his jeans and t-shirt.

“But i want to spend time with Y/N.” he mumbled, his head now resting on my shoulder. “WoOooOw, you really smell just like her…”

“It’s because it’s me, Wonie. I’m Y/N.” i giggled a little, i was worried about him, but it was also kinda funny seeing him like that.

“AaaAaAh~ You smell really good, Y/N.” Jungwon said, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“Thank you, i guess.” i smiled nervously.

“You know, can i tell you a secret?” he lifted his head, now looking at me with a silly expression. “Something only and you and me know?” Jungwon smiled widely, his face looking really cute in his drunken state.

“Hm, what is it?” i asked.

“Well, i think i like you. I, I think about you a lot.” he confessed, his face now starting to flush red. “Like, really a lot. And uhmm…” he paused. “And sometimes, I imagine -uh- hugging you, and -huh- holding hands, and… kissing.”

“Jungwon, you’re just drunk.” i said trying to stand from the bed but he caught my arm.

“N-no, i’m not!” his voice slurred. “I’m very serious, Y/N!” he grabbed my other hand and place it in to his chest, allowing me to feel his heartbeat.

“Jungwon…” he looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. “See?” he asked softly. “It’s because of you.”

“I don’t think you’re thinking straight, Wonie, there’s a lot of alcohol in your body, your head must hurt like crazy.” i answered, stroking his soft hair with my hand.

“No!” he groaned, pulling you harder this time, causing me to fall into the bed. His arms instantly wrapped around my waist, making it difficult to move away.

“What are you doing?”

“I meant what i said.” he said, resting his head on my chest while still hugging me by my waist. “I just… I didn’t think i was capable of telling you before, so I thought that if I got drunk it’ll make things easier. Guess Jay hyung was right about this being a bad idea.”

“Do you… really like me?” i asked, not trying to scape from him anymore.

“Yes, absolutely yes, yes, and yes.”

“Well, i like you too Jungwon.”

“I know.” he simply replied giggling. “What!? How did you knew?”

“I’ve been living with you for the past two years, Y/N. I know everything about you. What you like, what you don’t like, how you react to situations, i know when you’re lying, your favorite color, your favorite food, and i for sure know when you look at me.” I blushed. “ You’re too obvious, and I know you didn’t told me because you were scared of making things weird between us.”

“Wow… you really know me, huh.” he smiled. “I do.”

“Just promise you won’t get this drunk again, at least you can talk properly now.”

“If you stay in my room tonight, i won’t drink a single drop of alcohol ‘till de day i die.”

“But— i have my own room, Wonie.”

“You can’t leave me alone, i’m a drunken boy who needs attention. If you don’t take care of me, i will scape jumping from my window.” i laughed.

“Okay, okay. Fine.”

Jungwon snugged closer to my body, his arms holding me tight while his head was resting on my chest. I started stroking his hair, trying to make him fall sleep quicker, he looked so peaceful like this.

“You’re so cute.” i whispered, thinking he was already fallen asleep.

“You’re cute too, Y/N.” he replied, his eyes still closed. “I thought you were already asleep.”

“I can’t sleep without my goodnight kiss.” he opened his eyes this time, tilting his head up a little bit and staring directly into mines.

“You want a goodnight kiss?”

“Mhm, yes.”

“Are you gonna remember this happened tomorrow morning?”

“Absolutely, how could i forget when the most beautiful girl in this world kissed me?” i blushed.

“Oh, God. Stop.” i laughed.

“So..?”

My face moved closer to his and then our lips met in a sweet, quick peck, soft and tender, allowing me to taste the alcohol that remained on his lips. Jungwon was the first to pulled back just enough to look at my face, his smile wide and infectious, the joy of that innocent and quick kiss lighting up his face.

“Finally, now I can sleep as a happy man.” he said in a proud voice.

“Good night, Wonie”

“Good night, Y/N.”

[milswrites]

Hobbies Part 5.

~Azriel X Reader~

Summary: In an attempt to keep Azriel away from Elain, Rhys sends him on a sabbatical to the Day Court. With a lot more free time on his hands Azriel needs to find something to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he meets Y/N who has the annoying habit of not staying away. Can she teach him that there’s more to life than he thought?

Grumpy!Azriel X Sunshine!Reader

Series masterlist

Warnings: Lots of fluff. Tiny bit of angst (I can’t even tell at this point). Very vague references to sex. Cliffhanger (Whoopsies)

Five hours later, once Azriel had planned out the date and bathed the sticky multicoloured icing from his skin, he had begun pacing his flat in anticipation of Y/N’s arrival. Shadows swirling around him, sensing their masters spiked anxiety. Should he have offered to pick her up from her own place? Does she even know this is a date? He had asked her to go out but he had never explicitly said the word date.

He was sweating profusely under the black dress shirt he had adorned for the occasion, glad he had one packed. Azriel had been with plenty of women over the years but taking one on a date? This would be the first.

It was only after she had left his flat that he realised he had never even given her a definite time to meet, just a vague promise of seeing her later. Azriel blames Y/N for this lack of communication, planting the kiss on his cheek and leaving him speechless.

So here had been for the last hour, moon now high in the sky, waiting for her to arrive. Having far too much time to overthink about everything that could go wrong. He had to stop himself from anxiously walking over to the mirror in his bathroom for a sixth time to make sure his hair was in place and question whether he should wear other clothes than all black, not wanting to look like death personified next to Y/N’s radiant self. No, he would stick with what he was comfortable with, Y/N wasn’t one to judge. That and Azriel didn’t own anything other than black clothes and he was sure if he ran to the shop now he would miss Y/N.

Finally, a soft knock at his door broke his pacing. His shadows all flew to the door whispering in excitement, waiting for it to be opened so they could be blessed by her presence. Straightening the collar of his shirt, Azriel took in a deep breath. He wasn’t going to let his fluctuating attitudes ruin tonight. He would allow himself to have fun.

He grabbed the handle of the door, looking up to the ceiling and praying to the Mother that tonight would run smoothly, and slowly pulled it open.

~~~~~

If Azriel was the personification of death, Y/N must have been that of life. As she stood there in his entryway, mouth slightly open as her eyes drifted over Azriel’s form, he couldn’t help but think that everything in his life just felt like it now made sense.

He looked from her dress, a soft pink which Azriel thought complimented her oh so beautifully, the entirety of which was patterned with hand embroidered flowers of a deeper shade of pink, and forced his gaze to move to her face where a nervous smile was resting.

“You look…wow” he finally spoke, gulping as he took in the sight of her. A rosy blush that matched her dress crossed her face, “Thank you. You clean up nicely too”. A matching tint formed on his own cheeks.

“So what’s the plan?” She asked curiously, looking up into his eyes which were still trailing the length of her body.

“Uh well I realised I don’t actually know anywhere nice to eat in this Court so I’ve kind of planned something else” Azriel tried to keep it vague, hoping to keep the true plan somewhat of a surprise.

“Sounds perfect! Lead the way!” She grinned, before stepping to the side to allow Azriel and his wings to fit through the doorway. Before he could even step out, his shadows rushed towards Y/N twirling around the skirt of her dress. Fearful that his shadows would scare her, Azriel went to angrily call them back. But he was stopped in his tracks by a melodic laugh slipping from her lips as she began to spin round with them as if they were dancing.

It was at this point Azriel made the decision to not stand there stunned like he usually does in situations where Y/N makes his heart pound and he doesn’t know what to do. Instead, trying to find some semblance of confidence, he reaches out to take Y/N’s hand which was outstretched for balance as she spun. He grabbed it in his own scarred one, and raised them together, allowing her to twirl underneath him, shadows in tow.

Their surroundings forgotten, this little dance continued for a few minutes, smiles on their faces as they were absorbed into the moment. Spinning and moving together fluidly. Wanting to feel her even closer, Azriel reached out his other hand hoping to come into contact with her waist, only to be interrupted by a squeak from the end of the corridor which caused him to draw his hand back.

His head snapped towards the sound, eyes viciously landing on the neighbour who earlier that day had witnessed him standing there in his frilly yellow apron. A low growl came from Azriel’s throat as the neighbour awkwardly rushed forward to pass them in the corridor, Y/N’s hand leaving his to make space for the neighbour to get past with a high pitched “sorry” coming from them as they sped round to the other stairway.

Azriel’s shadows had stopped dancing, electing to disappear during the awkward moment. The moment was gone much to Azriel’s disappointment, the embarrassment of being caught creeping up his spine was testament to that.

Noticing his red ears, Y/N placed a calming hand onto his chest, which of course made them even redder. “Come on! I’m excited to see what you’ve planned!” Of course Y/N wouldn’t be phased after being caught dancing in the corridor.

“Yeah” Azriel sighs, dejected. Annoyed at the lack of control he had over his body prior to being caught, and so when the pair walked out of the building he made sure to leave some space between them, not wanting to do anything else rash that would undoubtedly lead to further embarrassment.

~~~~~

Azriel led the way, walking towards the location of the date. He wanted to talk, but after what had transpired outside the flat he was afraid to and so he had to put up with walking in silence. Y/N clearly wasn’t bothered as she hummed happily, either having not noticed the arm length of space between them or choosing not to comment on it.

Azriel was kicking himself, he was on a date with a beautiful woman and he couldn’t bring himself to find the words to speak. He wished he had his brothers with him. Cassian would have prepared him for the date, he would have made sure his friend was filled with confidence and prepped lots of things for Azriel to talk about. Rhysand would have fussed over his clothing and given him tips on how to flirt, how to complement a woman and make her blush until her knees wobble.

Yet his family had abandoned him here. But now weeks later after the fact, Azriel couldn’t help but feel grateful for the events that had transpired otherwise he would have never met Y/N.

Y/N who was walking next to him, eyes full of love and admiration as if she was taking in the moonlit surroundings for the first time even though she undoubtably walked these streets daily as she headed to and from work.

On and on they walked, Y/N’s humming being the one thing that kept Azriel earthed, preventing him from freaking out and flying off in fear that he couldn’t do this right. Fear that he didn’t know how to act on a date. Until finally they approached the garden Azriel had found during one of his nightly flights around the city.

Azriel had originally landed in this hidden piece of paradise because he was searching for a little trace of Elain, a reminder of what he was missing out on from being away from home. Only once he had entered the gates to be greeted by garishly bright sunflowers his thoughts were only on Y/N.

He had spent hours walking around the garden on the first night he had discovered it, appreciating the hundreds of plants and flowers that grew inside of the gates. It was only after his third visit here during his nightly outings that he pictured Y/N here with him, walking along the trailing path, smiling up at him as she smelt the flowers, admiring their beauty as he admired her. It only made sense to Azriel that he had to bring her here. See if Y/N reacted to it in the same way she did in his dreams.

Her reaction did not disappoint. Azriel held open the gate for her, allowing Y/N to enter with a gasp upon her lips.

“Oh Azriel it’s beautiful! However did you find this?” Y/N was whispering, her awe at where she was overwhelming. Azriel silently watched on as tears filled her eyes, trying to cement this moment into his mind forever. Y/N in her pretty pink dress, standing in the garden.

It was only after he was certain the picture of Y/N, surrounded by flowers as beautiful as she was, was permanently fixed into his brain did Azriel then allow himself to talk. “There’s more” Azriel too spoke in a quiet whisper, afraid of interrupting the perfect moment that was occurring.

Y/N’s eyes which were filled with an emotion Azriel couldn’t place, looked to his expectantly. Gently, Azriel placed his scarred hand onto her back and led her through the garden, allowing her to stop whenever she wanted to appreciate a flower she found particularly beautiful. Until finally the plants broke away, revealing a clearing in the middle of the garden where Azriel had set up a blanket, jars of faelight holding it down and twinkling under the light of the moon. A wicker basket was placed on top, filled with goods he had bought from the market earlier in the day.

“Oh Azriel!” Y/N cried out, taking a step towards the picnic. His hand moved from the small of her back, tentatively grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the blanket to sit down.

“I know it’s not fancy, I should have probably taken you for a meal out. And don’t worry I didn’t do any of the baking, wouldn’t want to poison you again.”

Y/N didn’t even laugh at Azriel’s joke, she just threw herself over the basket on the ground and latched her arms around his neck, pulling him in tightly for a hug. It took three deep breaths before Azriel responded, wrapping one arm around Y/N’s body which was pressed against his, whilst using the other hand to brush the hair that had fallen from behind her ear back.

She pulled away, wincing in pain from the basket that had been digging into her stomach. “It couldn’t be more perfect Az” she smiled, resting her hand over his.

The two ate the food Azriel had bought, making light conversation about the garden they were sitting in and the food they were consuming. Until finally, stomachs full, they both laid back onto the blanket in order to gaze at the stars shining above them.

“What’s it like? In the night Court I mean” Y/N shyly asked, as if afraid of talking about the spymasters home might set him off.

Azriel felt no spike of anger as she mentioned his home court. In fact he didn’t even feel the painful longing he usually did at the thought of it, wanting to be nowhere else but in the present with Y/N.

“It depends where you are. The Illyrian camps are no paradise. But there’s some places…a city that is so magnificent it still takes my breath away every time I see it. That’s where I live. Sometimes I spend hours flying above it and no matter how many times I do I always see something new.” Azriel said whilst closing his eyes, allowing himself to picture it.

“Ah Velaris, the secret city,” Y/N teased, causing Azriel’s eyes to snap open as he sat up and looked at her in shock, “Helion’s a talker” she shrugged as if it was common knowledge.

Azriel laughed and settled back down, head resting onto his hands behind his head, gaze once more returning to the stars. “I’ll take you one day” he confirmed, wanting nothing more than to share his home with Y/N.

He didn’t have to look at her to know she was smiling as she replied, “I’d like that.”

“Maybe you could make a dress just for the Night Court” Azriel mused, imagining what Y/N would look like in all black before deciding he wasn’t sure if he would want to see her with her colour taken away.

“I’d make you a matching tunic so we could wear them together, only I’m not too sure how to make clothes for Illyrains.” Y/N brushed his wing lightly with a finger as she said this, causing Azriel to stiffen as they twitched responsively.

Obviously he didn’t expect Y/N to know about the sensitivity of an Illyrians wings so he did his best to calm himself, nervously stuttering, “yeah the wings are really something.”

“It must be the best feeling ever, flying.” She said wistfully, staring at the night sky as if imagining she was up there. “I can think of some better feelings…but yeah it’s definitely up there” Azriel spoke, turning his head to admire Y/N. The moonlight making her skin shimmer.

“If I were born with wings I’d travel the whole world. I would see everything Prythian has to offer.”

Azriel wanted to burst her bubble, tell her most of Prythian wasn’t even worth visiting. Yet he held his tongue, not wanting to dampen her dreams. Instead he encouraged them, “where would you fly to first?”

“To Velaris,” she said, finally turning her head to meet his eyes, “I’d have to pick you up first before we go.” Her hand creeped over to Azriel’s which was laying on the blanket before entwining their fingers. “I have a big wingspan, what makes you think you’d be able to keep up?” Azriel warned, smirk on his face. “I think you’d wait for me” Y/N said knowingly, matching smirk on hers. “I’d wait forever for you if I had to” Azriel squeezed her hand as he said this.

“Just you and me and the whole world to explore. Sounds like a good dream.” Y/N smiled sadly, no doubt referring to the fact she didn’t have wings like Azriel’s and reminding him their planning was all based on fiction.

Adamant he didn’t want to see her sad, Azriel shot up onto his feet, hand held out to Y/N to pull her up, “Come on!” He ordered.

Y/N sat up on the blanket, eyebrows creased in confusion, “What?”

“Come on!” He pressed, pushing his outstretched arm even closer to her impatiently, “We’re going flying.”

Y/N released a sound of disbelief, grabbing onto his hand and jumping up from the ground excitedly, “Brilliant! So how do we do this?” She asked, referring to how she would be carried.

Azriel’s eyes widened slightly, “uh well it would probably be easier if I just…” and with that he grabbed her and swept her into his arms, one going behind her back for support and the other holding up her legs.

Giggling in anticipation for the flight, Y/N once more ran her fingers down Azriel’s wings in admiration as he spread them wide and shook them ready for flight. He flinched abruptly, almost dropping her in shock before he stuttered, “It’s probably best you stop touching them or I don’t think we’ll ever get round to flying.”

This time instead of just her cheeks flaring red, her entire face flushed, clearly now understanding the implications of touching an Illyrians wings. Finding himself liking her response, Azriel bravely sent her a wink before shooting into the sky. Y/N’s arms flying around his neck and face pressing into his shoulder with a squeal at the speed he had launched from.

Azriel steadied out once high enough in the air, but Y/N still kept her face tucked into his neck in fear. “You can look now” he teased, urging her to lift her head but all he felt was the firm shaking of it against his shoulder so he continued, “We can’t go flying the world together if you won’t look at it? You won’t see much like this.”

That got her attention, Y/N’s head raising, but her eyes didn’t take in the view. Instead they found their home on Azriel’s face. “But I don’t have wings” she pouted up at him.

“But I do” he said with a laugh, batting his wings a little harder so they blew her hair into her face playfully.

“You mean it?” She asked in disbelief that he’d be willing to carry her just so she could see the world.

“Only if you take a look” he whispered into her ear, daring her to break eye contact and take in the view. And so she did and Azriel couldn’t have been more in love than he was in that moment.

Y/N beamed as she looked down on the city. “Look you can see the palace!” She pointed out the large building that towered over the rest of the city, “and my house! This is amazing!”

Azriel didn’t move his gaze to take in any of the sites, instead it stayed locked on Y/N as he replied, “yeah it is.”

“I’m going to want you to fly my everywhere!” She cheered excitedly.

“Wherever you need” Azriel replied, taking his focus off of where he was flying so he could rest his head against hers while she sat happily in his arms, “I would never put you down if you asked me not to.”

Azriel could see the struggle it took for Y/N to pull her eyes from the stunning sight of the twinkling city at night but she managed to, turning to Azriel and shifting slightly in his arms to face him better.

“And if I asked you to hold me forever?”

“Then nothing, no one, would stop me from holding you until the day the Mother takes me.”

Y/N released a small strangled cry at Azriel’s words before she leaned forward in his arms to softly place her lips onto his. Responsive, Azriel meets her halfway, their lips moving together in a passionate dance. Y/N went to deepen the kiss, drawing her tongue languidly against Azriel’s lower lip and in his surprise at her need to take control he completely forgot the two were in the air, relying on the beat of his wings to keep them afloat.

And so they fell.

Y/N releasing a scream as their lips tore apart and Azriel struggled to regain his grip on her flailing body as he turned his attention back to flying. Once she was secure in his arms one more he spread his wings out wide to level out, stopping their freefall.

Y/N panting slightly as her adrenaline at being dropped slowly evaporated, bravely placed her lips near Azriel’s until they brushed before pulling away as he eagerly tried to meet them once more. She shakily spoke against them “I think we’re going to need a rule about kissing while flying.”

Barking out a laugh, Azriel agreed before asking her which direction her home was in. He held her even tighter as he flew in the direction Y/N had pointed in, not wanting to permanently scar her so she never wanted to fly with him again.

He landed as gentle as he could, pulling her closer against him to make her feel safer as he did so, before he carefully placed her back onto the ground, a large hand around her back to ensure she didn’t stumble as she regained her footing.

“I think it’s safe to say this has been the best birthday I’ve ever had.” She grinned up at him, her hand finding his once more.

Azriel opened his mouth to reply but was interjected by one of his shadows moving up to frantically whisper in his ear, causing a frown to adorn his face. In her euphoria Y/N failed to notice this, instead she led him by their interlocked hands towards her front door.

“Would you like to come in?” She asked, dropping his hand to unlock the door. He cursed under his breath at the untimely appearance of his shadow. “I’d love to really but I’m sorry, I best go home. It’s getting late after all” he had to force the words out, throat closing tightly to try and stop him from saying them.

Y/N’s smile stayed on her face, Azriel knew if she was disappointed she wouldn’t let it show.

“That’s alright”, she said perhaps a bit too overly happy, “you’re right it’s late. Besides, I have something fun planned for us tomorrow, I should get that ready.” Azriel released the breath he didn’t know he was holding at the fact she wanted to meet him tomorrow, Y/N mustn’t be too hurt.

“Oh yeah”, he smiled back at her, batting away the shadow that was still whispering in his ear, “what fun things have you got planned?”

“That’s for you to discover tomorrow” she chided before her lips came to meet his once more. Azriel kissed her back, deeply breathing in her vanilla scent and gripping her waist tightly to avoid his hands wandering elsewhere. His shadow, annoyingly still chittering away into his ear, causing him to reluctantly pull back from the kiss.

“Tomorrow” he huffed, disappointed he had to leave and couldn’t come inside as he wished.

“Tomorrow” she confirmed before retreating into her house for the night.

~~~~~

Azriel was growling the whole flight home. His perfect night had been interrupted, he tried to brush away the thoughts of what could have happened if he had entered the house with Y/N. Best not to dwell on what he couldn’t have. He had tomorrow to make up for that.

Roughly landing outside his flat he stormed through the buildings corridor, where he had danced with Y/N, to his door, flinging it open in anger and stepping inside.

His shadows alerting him to the presence in the corner of the room.

“Hello brother,” Rhysand purred, “ready to go home?”

Part 6

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[faulty-writes]

Maybe some headcanons where Bakugou, Tamaki, and Mirio are hit by a quirk that makes them behave mostly the opposite of themselves for a few days to a week.

Bakugou is kind and gentle towards the reader and so visibly in love. He's become quite the gentleman!

Tamaki is super energetic, extremely romantic, and declares his affections in front of at least his entire class.

And Mirio is so very, very gloomy but he's practically attached to the reader and says they're, "One of the precious few rays of light left in this gray, gray world."

[ I really like this request. Hah, personality changes are the best! ]

Katsuki's behavior shocked everyone, including you. Being his usual hot-headed self, he ended up in a quirk accident that changed his personality. When Mr. Aizawa assured you, the effects would be only temporary, you were grateful because Katsuki acting so…sweet, and gentle was just as frightful as when he was his usual self.

Normally, he would be protective of you, but now it's different. "Here, I don't want you to get wet," he said, holding the umbrella over you while he got soaked. "Nothing will happen to me, but someone like you shouldn't be caught out in the rain," he smiled sweetly at you while you trembled in response.

If someone talked to you in the wrong way, he'd pull you close and say, "Please don't speak that way to Y/n, they mean a lot to me, yeah?" Despite this, his loving gaze resembled his angry one and you tried to believe that the real Katsuki Bakugou was still somewhere inside him.

"Let's cuddle!" he would announce bluntly, no matter who was around. If you didn't respond fast enough, he'd pull you into his lap by force. He'd have his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

There was more thought put into your dates and he showed a greater interest in your hobbies. He would take you to your favorite restaurant or spend the evening in the dorm reading or watching a movie. He didn't get angry when others commented on how romantic or sappy he was, unlike before.

He could only react in anger when the effects of the quirk wore off and everyone shared the stories of what he did. "What the hell do you mean I did all that!?" He demanded, explosions sounding from his hands. It was only natural for you to smile because you missed the hotheaded Katsuki.

"Stay close to me, I love you so much…you're so kind and sweet and I can't bear to be apart from you!" To say Tamaki's reaction was surprising would be an understatement. It was like his hero persona times a thousand when he talked so bluntly about his affection for you. But his sudden personality change was credited to a quirk incident.

"I got these for you! They're so gorgeous, just like you. I…I just wanted to thank you for being my biggest fan and….love. I love you so much! I don't care who knows it!" He said after marching over to your desk in the morning and presenting you with the largest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen.

"Wow, another love letter for you! Guess this quirk accident brought out the more loving side of Amajiki, huh?" Nejire teased. It was clear she meant no harm, but Tamaki's love letters were beginning to get out of control. Since the incident, you must have found one to two in your locker every day.

During training exercises, it was normal for friends to cheer for you, but Tamaki took that to another level. The fact that he shouted your name enthusiastically and formed letters with his tentacles was endearing, but it was also distracting.

"Don't rub it off this time, okay!" He said, pressing a small kiss against your cheek. "I just want to kiss you forever!" he exclaimed trailing kisses across your reddened face. You hoped you wouldn't have to adjust to his lack of shame when it came to public affection.

"T-that's horrifying! W-why would I d-do all that!?" He squeaked out, hiding his face behind his hands as he appeared to be close to a panic attack. While part of you missed the proud and outspoken Tamaki, this version was the one you loved.

A quirk incident transformed Mirio into an emotional rollercoaster in a whole new way, and all the good parts of his personality vanished, leaving only doom and gloom behind.

As a result, he lost all his confidence and motivation, not to mention he questioned his purpose as a hero. "Don't get me wrong…having a quirk is great…but…my quirk is just so lame compared to others and if I don't have a cool, flashy quirk..then what's the point?" You wondered whether those were his real thoughts or if his mind was also thrown back to middle school.

"You're truly my only source of sunshine…the rest of this world is…dull and gray to me…" Mirio sought your company whenever and wherever he could, he didn't care if others were watching when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, almost as if he was trying to hide from the gray world he described.

As his self-confidence dwindled, he refused to attend class and skipped hero training. To your surprise, he began discussing new dreams unrelated to his previous lifelong dream of becoming a hero. These included exploring new interests and hobbies and you could only remain supportive.

"I can't stand this gloomy world without you. If you left…I don't know what I'd do…I'd just wither away," you assumed this was his way of expressing his gratitude that you hadn't abandoned him during the long week following the quirk accident.

"Hah! Wow, really? I can't believe that quirk accident made me think so negatively about becoming a hero and yes, my quirk may not be flashy but I can still save the world," he said after all the quirk effects wore off. Then he poked your nose and with a cheesy grin said, "Thanks for putting up with me! I totally owe you one!"

[wilwheaton]

One very simple question :)

(Tv/comics)

Marvel. Or DC?

I have liked them both and disliked them both, at different points in my life, for a variety of reasons. At the moment, I'm not paying attention to them at all.

When I was a kid, I was all about Xmen and Fantastic Four from Marvel and, Batman and Justice League (Marv Wolfman's run in the late 80s) from DC. Never really cared for Superman. The 1967 Spider-Man was awesome as a cartoon, but I rarely read the comic book.

In the 70s, I was only allowed one comic per week, usually picked out from whatever was left on that spinning rack at the drugstore. So more often than not, I ended up with something like House of Secrets or House of Mystery or one of those horror anthologies that didn't need me to read the issues before or after, like the serialized superhero comics did. I got a lot of replay value from those books.

In the 80s, I had my own money and the ability to drive myself to comic conventions, and that's when I fell in love with Sandman, Watchmen, pretty much the entire Prestige Format that became Vertigo. I recall feeling like Marvel was for kids, then, and DC was serious. I was only 16, so take that for what it's worth.

But speaking of being 16, I'm gonna focus on Batman for a sec. I loved Batman 89, and I think all the efforts to make a Batman movie ever since have fallen short in ways I couldn't predict back then. It's gotten better with age and by comparison, for me. Michael Keaton is my favorite Batman, the way Christian Bale is my favorite modern Bruce Wayne (they both pale next to Pure. West. if anyone asks me).

The OG Batman series is maybe my favorite series of all time not called Star Trek or The Prisoner, and the 1966 movie is my favorite of all the Batman movies. Of course I love the animated series, and I get to be Blue Beetle in Brave and the Bold, so that's pretty awesome and its whole own thing.

Turning to the current moment, with rare exception, all the MCU and DCU movies do nothing for me. I thought I must have been missing something, so tried really hard to give them a chance to knock me out. I watched as many of the MCU movies as I could stand, and I just felt exhausted and bored by all of it, by the time I got to ... I can't even remember. Something with maybe Thanos and Ant-Man? I felt like it was a big, complicated mess of fan service and meetings that could have been e-mails, resulting in in a stew full of interesting ingredients that have all blended together into a flavorless paste. I do enjoy all the James Gunn movies, though, even if Chris Pratt is the worst Chris, because James always centers the characters and their conflicts, then uses the action and stunts to support the story.

I feel like a lot of this sounds harsh, but even Star Wars, my favorite movie when I was a kid, has grown into something I don't recognize or care about. I'm old. I know what I like and what I don't like. I'm not patient like I once was, and it's clear I'm not the person those studios want in the theatre, anyway. I could make that joke about how it's the children who are wrong, but I accept that I am not in the demo, and I am genuinely happy for everyone who loves the spectacle and the experience of seeing those films with an enthusiastic audience. I just won't be there with you, but you can find me in the parking lot, yelling at a cloud.

...wow that's a very big answer to a very simple question.

[shokiren]

pairing: rin itoshi x reader summary: you, anonymously, run a gossip corner in the schools daily newspaper. the question of your true identity arises in many questions each day, and you must act oblivious to it all at any costs– though, the only people who are aware of your identity are some of the seniors in your literary club, and your closest of friends. though, your anonymity is soon endangered when your quiet classmate, itoshi rin, learns of your little secret. can you charm him to keep your secret?

a/n: yay guys finally an update!! sorry i completely forgot about this, and i wrote this between exam season. it might be shitty i'm not sure, but i hope you like it.

You leaned back into your chair, sighing.

“Dear Gentlest Readers, how have you been? I hope that you’ve been healthy and whatnot, because the news I'm about to tell you is.. something. Are you aware that the Miss Two-Goody Shoes, Yumi Nakamura, has been secretly seeing a postgraduate, Mister Kaito Takahashi? How very obscene!.....”

You covered everything about your school– the events being organised to the latest flings of the students. But lately, nothing really interesting has been happening. It’s all the same. Someone dates someone, and in most of the cases, dumps them because the other person is ‘too much’.

Fuck This, you think to yourself as you get up. You were staying behind in school to write this article in more peace and quiet, which you’d generally not get at home. You walk out of the classroom to walk around, brainstorming about what to write.

Rin Itoshi, the brooding athlete. He wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine– and didn’t intend to be one either. He mostly kept clear of any rumours, but that was hard to do since his female classmates would practically throw themselves at him. He’d brush them off with a glare.

But recently, he heard about an article in the ‘Gossip Corner’ of the student newspaper. He swears that he popped a vein on his head after what it was about.

“Looks like the Younger Itoshi and the Older Itoshi have a long-going feud. Judging by the cold glares between them when the All-Known Footballer came to pick up his sweet, younger brother…..”

How in the world did this person know anyway? This was something that was strictly restricted for his family only. However, he respects the fact that this anonymous person didn’t go into more details about the said ‘feud’. He was at football practice, and had seemingly noticed that his bottle was missing. He excused himself and went up to get it. He glided through the stairs, running towards the classroom you were previously sitting in.  He did see his water bottle standing on his designated table, but also a laptop on the table you were designated. He was a bit skeptical, and sure, he shouldn’t peek because there might be some personal stuff on there.

Still, he couldn’t help his curiosity, and decided to see anyway. On the laptop, there he saw a word with a paragraph half-written, starting with the words that could be recognized anywhere if you were a student of Rakuho High School. 

His eyes widened as he inched closer, reading the paragraph. Oh, it was here this whole time?, he thought. He wouldn’t have given two shits if it weren’t for the mention of him and his brother in one of the articles. 

To be honest, Rin didn’t really notice you a lot other than the times you were scolded for talking too much in class, or when you were being loud with your friends. And now, he noticed you clearly.

You came back into the class– carefree, and humming to the tune of an advertisement you were particularly fond of. So, imagine your surprise when you see Itoshi Rin hunched over your laptop, reading intently.

You shrieked as you hurried over, shutting the laptop as you stared up at him with furrowed eyebrows. Wow, he was a bit pretty when looked at up-close, you thought– but quickly brushing it off.

“So, you’re the snitch?” Looks like someone got caught red-handed.

taglist (open): @raphsimp, @bxddiebloss, @rinitoshisgirl, @someprettyname, @gojoracle + @kurona-theshark

[queenuchiha89]

Yes, that imagine about Itachi and Sasuke devouring their little sister together!!

I can't decide if them being competitive or coordinated would be hotter, you know?

Maybe both is good, like the first time they are super competitive for her attention and who can make her squirm the most. And then they realize she likes the attention from both of them the best.

Competitive is bad enough, but coordinating... That's lethal! 🥵 RIP 😝

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!!! ***

*** TW.INCEST ***

Had to use this pic again because it's just so damn cute and perfect for this!

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

This story contains but is not limited to the following: Incest between siblings, oral sex, praise, and dirty talk that some may find triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!!!

Y/N was the baby of the Uchiha family, and as the baby, she was always very highly protected by her two older brothers, Sasuke and Itachi. She valued and cherished her older brothers more than anything, and felt a great sense of joy when they were pleased with her. They had been on an assignment for the last few weeks and she deeply missed them. So much so that she found it difficult to sleep that night, as they would arrive the next morning. As much as she tried to fight it, sleep eventually took her and she began to dream of her brothers.

Itachi and Sasuke got in just before dawn, everyone else still fast asleep, and they did their best to be as quiet as possible as they made their way upstairs to their respective bedrooms. As they pass Y/N's they decided to peek in on her. She looked so cute laying there, nothing but a thin white nightgown covering her delicate form. They looked at each other with a mischievous smirk, before nodding and entering her room, closing the door behind them. They got in bed with her -itachi behind her, Sasuke in front of her- and began peppering her with soft kissing. "we're home little sister..." Itachi said softly in her ear as his hand reached around to grope one of her perky tits. "Did you miss us as much as we missed you little sis?" Sasuke teased between kisses.

Y/N was wide awake by now, her older brothers ravishing her awake. "Itachi, Sasuke..." She whined as they groped and kissed her. Sasuke reached his hand down between her legs and ran shit finger along her wet slit. "Oh wow, you must have missed us a lot. Feel how wet she is for us Itachi..." Sasuke said encouraging their brother. Itachi reached around and rubbed his index finger against your clit, feeling her wetness, and she moaned for him. "Mmm little sister, you're so wet. Such a good girl for her big brothers..." Itachi praised as he began to kiss his way down her neck.

"roll over little sister, we have something for you..." Itachi whispered to her and she immediately obeyed. Sasuke and Itachi exchange a glance, before they begin to kiss their way down her body. They stop to admire her wet pussy, glistening with arousal for them. "oh little sis... You have the prettiest little pussy." Sasuke said, his voice deep and husky with desire. They both blew gently on her aching pussy making her squirm, and whine, her body aching for release. Itachi was first, lowering his mouth to her sweet pussy, and lapping at her clit slowly. Sasuke watched intently, his cock straining against his pants as he watched his little sister's face contort in pure ecstasy. After a few minutes Sasuke grew impatient, and gave Itachi a shove on the shoulder. "Move Itachi, I need to taste her!" He scoffed impatiently. Itachi pulled away licking his sister's lingering juices off his lips "by all means..." Itachi replies seeming a bit annoyed.

Sasuke runs his tongue along her wet slit, the sensation making her shiver in delight. He laps at her wet pussy, sucking on her clit as her hips jerk and buck. Itachi has been rubbing his cock through his pants the whole time, watching his younger siblings enjoy each other brought him great joy, and made his cock ache. "Hmmm maybe she would enjoy your fingers as well Sasuke?" Itachi said encouraging his little brother to finger fuck their little sister to orgasm. Sasuke obeys and slowly slides his middle and index fingers deep inside his little sister. "ohh she's so tight itachi... You should feel it." Sasuke replies. Itachi loves the idea, and quickly inserts his fingers inside of her along side their brother's. Y/N moans loudly in pleasure and Itachi quickly cups a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. "shhh little sister. You wouldn't want to get caught would you?" She was only able to make eye contact with him, but Itachi could see in her eyes she loved this too much to want to get caught.

Their fingers sliding in and out of her aching pussy was enough to make her toes curl in delight, but little did she know that she was about to have the best orgasm of her life. Sasuke and Itachi both started lapping at her clit, their fingers still thrusting inside her, her moans muffled by Itachi's hand still cupped over her mouth. She couldn't take It anymore, she couldn't hold back against those skilled Uchiha tongues. Her walls pulsed, her legs shook and twitched violently as she squirted cum all over her big brother's faces, and they moan as they lap it all up. "Mmm good girl little sis..." "You're the perfect little sister. Such a good girl." Sasuke and Itachi sang praises to their little sister as they coach her through the best orgasm of her life. She was shaking and panting as she fought to catch her breath. She looked up at her older brother's smirking down at her with that classic Uchiha smirk, and she noticed their thick hard cocks. "oh Itachi... Sasuke. That felt amazing..." She whimpered, her breath ragged. "And we've only just begun little sis..." Sasuke replied looking over at Itachi. "You still have all this cock you have to take..." Itachi says gripping his thick cock through his pants. "Better keep quiet little sis...."

[holylulusworld]

Every Breath you take (21)

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: a man out of time, secret admirer trope, “crazy” reader, fluff, domestic life

A/N: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every Breath you take (20)

Every Breath You Take Masterlist

Three months later, you and Bucky found a rhythm, literally. You’re slow dancing together, swaying to one of his favorite songs. Resting your head against his chest, you close your eyes and let Bucky guide your body.

Dancing aside, you found a rhythm to follow for your future together.

Trust is the key. You promised each other to have faith in your relationship. Bucky and you are in this together.

Maybe you started your relationship the crazy way, but this doesn’t mean it won’t last. His obsession and your level of devotion match.

You sigh, remembering all the nights you spent tangled in each other over the last months, as you sway.

“Doll, are you hungry?” Bucky murmurs, bringing you out of your daydreams. You place your head on his chest, smiling as you can hear his heartbeat. “We could have a snack, or do you want to cook together?”

You blink your eyes open and lift your head from his chest. “Hmmm…” you nod and rest your head back against his chest. “We could cook together again. Maybe we won’t burn it this time.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” he chuckles. “You distracted me with your wandering hands. How can a man resist if you call him sweet names and touch him like you do?

You giggle. Bucky is putty in your hands, and you love it. Both of you touch-starved to an extent; you can’t keep your hands to yourself most of the time.

Maybe it’s only the honeymoon phase, but you believe it’s more than this. Bucky and you are meant to be together; you just know it.

“We have the vegetables from the farmer’s market, chicken, and lots of cheese. Let’s look online if we find a good recipe.”

“You forgot the plums,” Bucky teases because you love to steal his favorite fruits. “Lots of them, baby doll. We can eat them for dessert.”

“Oh, I found a nice recipe for a plum cobbler with whipped cream. It sounds deliciously, Bucky. We could try to make it too. It’s not hard to make.”

“Do not forget, we are beginners,” Bucky jokes. “We don’t want to burn down the house.” He chuckles when you look up at him and stick your tongue out. “Last time you ended up burning the dishtowel.”

“That was an accident,” you point out. “Accidents happen, Bucky. Especially in the kitchen. We have to be more careful while cooking from now on. No distractions this time.”

“No more distractions,” Bucky nuzzles your hair. “I promise to not fall for you. I’ll focus on cooking, not my sexy girlfriend. He gropes your ass with both hands and purrs your name. “Let’s find a recipe, doll.”

“Wow! We made it,” Bucky hums while happily tasting the food you made. It doesn’t look bad. “Hmm... the cheesy chicken and vegetable pasta bake recipe you found is great.”

“I knew you’d like it.” You smile happily. Cooking with Bucky was fun. He even cracked a joke and told you a little more about his past. Mostly from his childhood, and how he loved to watch his mom cook. “We should do this more often.”

Bucky smiles. This is exactly what he had dreamed of for so long—sharing his life with someone he loves and filling the home he built with love.

All he misses is a little one running around your home. There is plenty of time to talk about children with you, too. For now, he must be patient and wait for the right time to ask you to have his child.

He’ll propose first, of course. Bucky is still a gentleman out of time. He won’t fill you with his baby without putting a ring on your finger.

“I’m so full,” you say, and rub your belly. “I bet that’s how you feel when pregnant.” You pat your belly, giggling. “What do you think, Buck?”

Bucky stares at your belly. He licks his lips, imagining you all swollen with his child. Something else stirs in his belly than hunger—or rather, a different kind of hunger. “You think so?” His voice is a little rougher when he looks at you. “Do you think you’ll like feeling a baby inside your belly?”

“Bucky,” you purr his name. You crook your finger to lure him in. “Do you want to have a baby one day?”

“Yeah—” he husks. “So bad. I can see you all swollen, breasts leaking milk. I’d rub your belly while…”

You whimper and shift in your seat. “Uh—we don’t have to have one right now, but…” You smirk and pucker your lips. “I’d like you to breed me tonight…”

Next: Every Breath You Take (22)

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[megumishousewife]

Gojo's Pussy Pink Lips

Description: Gojo gets the day off to be with you, his lovely wife as he reflect on how much you mean to him. As well as annoying you

A/N: I might do a part two if this does well. There's a little bit of smut in here towards the end. Thank youuu!!!

Gojo was surprised when Yaga gave him a day for himself. As the strongest sorcerer, you always gotta be light on your feet and ready for the next call because you will never truly know when you gotta save Japan or the world. Gojo was about to leave Yaga’s office so he could make his rounds to his students that class is canceled when, but his boss obviously had to make a smart remark.

Yaga yelled behind him, “Make sure to do something with that beautiful wife of yours. I can’t believe she married someone like you.” Gojo groaned at Yaga’s comment, but he isn’t far from the truth. Gojo was a lot of things: annoying, hard-headed, egotistic. You were the opposite and he still doesn’t know how he managed to find such an intelligent, gentle, and well-minded woman as yourself. Gojo thought about how thankful he was for you he dazed off while driving.

He met you in Kyoto when the two of you were in high school. Gojo was out in Kyoto, looking for the spot that Yaga told him had suspicious activity, but you and Utahime were already on the scene since it was the Kyoto’s branch area. Utahime scolded him for coming when she was supposed to be helping the rookie (you) with executing curses. Gojo still walked up to the second floor of the building, joining the two of you.

Utahime screamed, “Gojo, what the hell are you even doing here?!” 

Gojo smiled, “Yaga didn’t mention anything about the Kyoto branch taking up this mission so I was sent over. He must have gotten word back last minute but I can stay just in case you weaklings can’t handle it.”

Utahime continued bickering in the dark hallway with Gojo, but they didn’t even notice that you had gone missing until they heard clashing and banging from the door down the hallway. They stood quietly, wondering what you have gotten yourself into. Gojo had already turned limitless when he entered the building just in case things went south. Gojo left Utahime down on the far end of the hallway, taking long strides over to the door. He ignored Utahime yelling at him for leaving her, but just as he was about to open the door, you breezed right past him and went straight to your partner. 

“Utahime, I exercised the curse. It seemed to have been a human at one point and had some connections to this building, but I made sure to cleanse the room and I already did the rest of the building when I was looking around earlier.”

Utahime gasped,”Wow, you’re better than I thought! The Kyoto division is proud to have you on our team. Gojo?”

Gojo still stood on the end of the hallway by the door, still shocked that you even ignored his presence. Coming back to reality, he turned back and went over to introduce himself.

“Sorry I didn’t greet you earlier! Gojo Satoru, Tokyo division and not to mention the strongest.”

He seemed to be flirting with you but you dismissed him with your cold expression and short greeting.

“Name’s Y/N, pleasure to meet you.”

You turned on your heels and walked away to the stairs and Gojo was left in shock again. He only interacted with you once and he loved it. Maybe it was because of your cold and aloof attitude or because you weren’t swooned over by his good looks. Gojo also admired that you were fresh to this new life of yours and you handled business all on your own. He knew he had to know more about you. After months of begging Utahime and Shoko for your number (yall all had a gc with each other), they agreed to set him up on a date with you as long as Gojo didn’t act like an asshole. 

You waited for him at a cafe in a short floral dress and he was taken aback. You dressed differently than your attitude but maybe it’s because you two met on a mission. You smiled warmly at him and handed him a menu when he sat down.

“Hi, Gojo. I heard you liked sweets so I made sure to pick this cafe because they make the best desserts. I’m  ready to order whenever you are,” You said in the nicest voice.

Gojo thought that he had to win you over but you caught him first. The way your voice was as smooth as butter but sweeter than honey made him want to melt in his seat. The two of you ended up ordering the same thing and just laughed at the strange convenience. You guys hit it off pretty well and he didn’t even have to ask you for another date because you texted him when you got back to your dorms about the upcoming fair and you’ve grown closer to him ever since. By the end of your 1st year at Kyoto, you and Gojo started dating. He fell for your kind hearted personality as well as your perspective on the world and having deep connections with others. You made Gojo realize that he doesn’t have to close off his heart from everyone. When he lost Suguru twice, to them splitting and death, you were his shoulder to lean on when he had to cry. You reminded Gojo that he was still human despite what the sorcerer world has to say. He even appreciated your patience for him still holding a spot in the jujutsu world while you sat out until Tokyo or Kyoto needed your services. Gojo also loved how gentle you were with Megumi when he was younger, noticing that the boy and his step sister opened up to you a lot more because they saw Gojo as an annoying uncle. Even as a teenager, Megumi will come to you if something is deeply troubling him (or Gojo pissed him off again).

His phone buzzed as he was taken out of his deep thoughts, seeing the call was from you and he picked up immediately.

“Hey honey, are you break right now? I can come up there and we can eat together,” your soft voice came over the speaker. 

“Actually, I’m on my way home right now. Yaga gave me the day off.”

You smiled, “Ah, that’s great! I was just making that mochi you wanted so bad and we can just stay in the house today. You deserve this.”

“I should be home in 10 minutes, look sexy for me,” he said.

“You’re insufferable.” 

You hung up the phone and began to make the mochi that Gojo has been whining to you about eating for the past few weeks. It’s the least you can do since you only get to see him on the weekends if he didn’t get an important call. You sat your wedding ring in the counter and began kneading the mochi dough while watching a movie you had on the tv. After finishing kneading, you covered your dough and sat down to watch the movie because you were starting to get deep into the plot. You almost didn’t hear the door open, but you did hear your loud mouth husband yell when he saw you.

“MY DEAREST Y/N, IT’S BEEN AGES SINCE WE SAW EACH OTHER!” 

He ran over to kiss you, but you swatted at him.

“You act like dogs when they greet their owners when they come home.”

You gave him a quick peck, but ended up turning into a longer kiss than anticipated. Gojo laid across the couch in your living room, allowing your soft hands to run across his face as he told you about his students, but something felt missing. 

He shot up, “My sweetest little mochi, let me see your hands.”

“You and this weird nickname. What is wrong with my hands?”

You still held up your hands for him and he gasped at the missing spot on your ring finger.

He wailed, “Are you trying to tell me something? WHO IS HE?”

“Gojo. stop being a big baby. I love you very much and I would never do what you’re implying. My ring is in the kitchen, I didn’t want it to get sticky because of the dough I was making for you.”

You kissed him on the cheek and made your way to the kitchen to make the filling he requested as well. Your whiny husband followed you into the kitchen, standing behind you as you assembled the mochi balls. After making your first one, you held it up for him to eat and he took it with his mouth. You rolled your eyes and finished making the rest of them. Once completed, you took a plate of them with you to your bedroom and put the rest in the fridge. You waved your finger for Gojo to follow and of course, he wasn’t too far behind you. You sat on the bed and he laid on his respected side as you fed him so mochi you already bit off from.

“I made dinner reservations at 7, but I have a request for what I want you to wear,” Gojo said with his mouth full.

You smacked his arm, “I thought we were staying in! I could have cooked here. And it’s already 5:30, now I have to get ready fast.”

“Okay, Nara Smith but you were basically drooling over that restaurant you passed after a mission so I wanted to take you. Now, my dress request for tonight is the one that I bought you for our second wedding anniversary. The black one with the slit on the side.”

You ignored his comment and went to the bathroom where your walk-in closet was. On your side, you went towards the back where all your formal dresses were and grabbed the dress Gojo described. In the mirror in the middle of the closet, you held the dress up to your figure and sighed. You felt as though you put on extra weight so Gojo might not see the same woman he saw those years ago, but you would still wear the dress, knowing it would still make your husband happy. You took a shower while Gojo contemplated what suit would match your silk dress. You wrapped your towel around you and saw your husband in a black dress shirt and black slacks. He actually took his blindfold off and replaced it with his signature glasses.

“If you saw me…standing outside your door, licking my lips and then say ‘Ma’am, you look like you need some di-’,

“I see you took that musty ass blindfold off. Put it in the laundry basket,” you counter him.

If nothing can hurt Gojo Satoru, that would be a lie. The thing that can hurt him the most is his wife’s rude comments. He went out the bathroom, defeated as you began to slip your dress on and put on your earrings. Gojo reappeared in the mirror when you were putting on your lip gloss and lotion.

He spoke in a soft, feminine voice, “My husband and I are eating out at dinner today because we both have the day off. I must say, my husband looks striking as usual.”

“Gojo, I am not Nara Smith! If I was, I would poison your food everyday. You do have Lucky’s eyes though.”

“You know, Nobara said the same thing but she said he looks better.”

He stepped behind you in the mirror and caressed your body, feeling the smooth fabric over your curves. The perfume you used was the one he had bought for your birthday and he was tempted to just throw you on the bed and fuck you enough for you to forget about reservations. 

You chuckled, “Are all those years of you making me try new desserts with you catching up on me?”

Gojo leaned down to kiss your neck, “I would still love you no matter what you looked like.”

He flipped you around and lifted you onto the sink. Slotting himself between your legs, the passionate kisses had you ready to gasp for air. Gojo stuck his tongue in your mouth, swirling his with yours, making your head go woozy. You pulled him away and looked at him with a flushed face.

You gasped, “I know where this is going and you’re going to make us late.”

He ignored you and carried you over to the bed anyways. Plopping you in the middle of the bed, he opened your legs and slid off your panties. Gojo looked at his watch on his wrist before bringing his face close enough to where you can feel his breath on your clit. He looked up at you and smiled.

“I have an hour to do what I want, but I already know you’re going to be begging for more. So what’s it gonna be?”

Your answer was tears streaming down your face while Gojo devoured your pussy, ignoring your hand tugging on his white locks. Now you’re sitting across from Gojo at the restaurant, looking at his glossy lips, knowing your juices are still covering them.  

[joanaa--filipaaa]

Han Jisung

Characters: Han Jisung of Stray Kids, Yn Theme: Toxic friendship, stalking, toxic relationship, stalker Where Han, a guitarist in a university band, saves Yn, a fine arts student, from a toxic friendship… Only to be more toxic than the ex-friend of the innocent Yn.

Word count: 3071

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“Then he told me that Lia had gone to the 3Racha concert like that! How is that possible?!.. Yn? Yn?.. YNNNNNN!!!” Yn was startled by her friend Milly’s scream. “Ynnnnnieeee! I can’t believe you weren’t listening to me!!” said the economics student, pouting irritably and unattractively. “Sorry Milly… It’s just that this week has been going really badly! I just want to isolate myself from everything!” Yn confided. “Goodness, woman! What happened for you to say that?” asked the gossip. Yn sighed, “I have a project due by Friday but I’m having a creative block… I don’t know what to do…” “Wow, just because of that?! Look, this week my beautician canceled my manicure because her daughter is sick and I don’t say my week is terrible!” Yn looked at the spoiled girl with her mouth open, seeing how the gossip compared completely different things. “Oh, and not only that! Yesterday I was rejected by Seungmin! How did he have the courage to reject the hottest girl in this crappy university?! What a loser! At least he’s the one missing out!” “Milly… I’m not trying to belittle your problems, but you can’t compare an important project to a bad boy who rejected you…” Yn said, looking at Milly, who was now wide-eyed and offended.

“EXCUSE ME?!! HOW CAN I NOT COMPARE?! I WANTED TO ISOLATE MYSELF FROM EVERYTHING!! YOU’RE SO IGNORANT, YN! I SHOULD THINK BETTER ABOUT MY FRIENDSHIPS!!!” Yn tried to apologize, but the annoying girl continued with her nonsense argument. “OH, AND STAY THERE WITH YOUR CRAPPY PROJECT! MAYBE YOU’LL SPEND HOURS ON IT AND IT WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH! YOU’RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!��� Milly shouted in the university cafeteria, making everyone look at the table where the two friends were. Yn lowered her head in embarrassment, already with tears streaming down her beautiful face as she looked at Milly, who was no longer at the table. Yn started to cry, thinking about how she was a terrible friend, until…

“Excuse me… can I sit here with you?” A soft and sweet voice was heard. Yn looked up and saw a boy with brown hair and round cheeks, looking like a squirrel! He was carrying his tray with the cafeteria lunch. Yn nodded, wiping her beautiful tears, embarrassed to be crying in front of someone she didn’t even know. The boy smiled at her and sat down in front of her, “Sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation with that girl… I think she’s a bit exaggerated and dramatic… you should stop being friends with her… She does you a lot of harm…” he said as he started eating his meal. “Um… she… goes through - through difficult times… I think,” Yn whispered. “Since when is being rejected by a guy a difficult problem?Oh, it must be hard for her not to have a dick to suck during class hours…. now I understand her… Wait not in that sense! Kind… I don't like dicks! But you know -" Yn interrupted the mysterious boy with a laugh, "S-yes I understand! "She said to the laughter, making the boy smile at her. "Oh, how rude I was!! I didn't even introduce myself to this beautiful lady! "He told himself, then adjusted his posture and gave a forced cough.

"I'm Han Jisung, I'm a music student and I'm a guitarist in the group 3Racha! Nice to meet you!" he says with a smile on his face. Yn soon feels obliged to introduce himself as well, "Well… I am-" "Yes you are Yn, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life. The most dedicated and skilled art student! With unique paintings, with captivating feelings! That makes anyone fall in love!" Han interrupts Yn, leaving her a little confused, how did he know that about her when she had never seen him in her life? Well they could have crossed paths here and there, but she doesn't remember ever talking to him…" Oh… Do you know me because of the spring exhibition that took place here at the university?" asks Yn, who was a fan of his fine art. Han was thoughtful, "What spring exhibition?" hmmm okay, maybe he didn't know her from the exhibition… "The exhibition". Les couleurs du printemps... The one that there was a little party that lasted 1 week and on the last night there was a group of guys who got drunk and were suspended driving for 2 months…" The boy stared with a confused face but suddenly he hit his own forehead" Ahhhhh!! This exhibition!! Oh yes I got drunk with my brothers!! We spent 2 months living in nightclubs and alcohol… It was really 2 very good months… Miss! "Yn stared at him in disbelief… How did he say that so naturally?! What a shame!

Suddenly the bell rings… Okay time to study! Everyone to the room! "Oh… What a pity! It's already playing!! I wanted to be with you more! "He said sulkingly" Do you give me your cell phone? " Yn looked at him confused, “For what?” “I want to give you my number… You know… So we can go out someday… So you can see me play on stage!” Yn was undecided… Should she accept or refuse… Well, she was already in a mess anyway, so why not?! Yn handed her phone to Han, who quickly typed in his number. “Thanks, Yn… See you later!” Yn waved and looked at her screen, seeing that he had saved his number as Hanniee💕 What a crazy guy…

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The bell rang, miraculously at that moment. The hallways filled with students desperate to get back home, just wanting a good and nice rest. Yn walked quickly to her locker, intending to grab her umbrella, but there was no sign of it… “How could it have disappeared just like that?! It was here this morning!”, she thought, only to be interrupted by someone closing her locker, how audacious!

"Oh, hello again Yn. I didn't think I'd come here to you." "Well.. It turns out that you just closed my own closet." "Oh.. I'm sorry!!" "No problem…" The speech is over. While Yn closed her locker with her key, Han watches the girl, seeing how beautiful she is and how she liked to her right now in her beautiful bed. Oh he is really a naughty!! "Well… See you tomorrow Han!" Yn says goodbye to the guitarist with a smile. "Ah… Yn!! It's raining! And you don't have an umbrella…. If you want, I can accompany you!" Jisung says quickly hoping not to receive a no from his future girl, also if he received a no, he would probably follow her anyway but anyway…

"Ah… You're right… But I don't want to bother Han!" "Ey! You never bother me Yn! I'll take you home. That way I'm also sure you're well delivered." He says with a smile on his sweet lips, spiteful… Yn thought for a moment, she didn't want to bother, but she also didn't want to go home in the rain in the late afternoon with a boy she had just met… Either she had to go home in the rain, probably getting sick and couldn't turn in her work or she was going home with a stranger who is from her school and seems like an obsessed fan… "Okay… I-I really appreciate your kindness Han." She says to the boy, thus making him smile mischievously.

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The way home was silent on Yn’s part, but very noisy on Han’s. Always talking about his band, talking about how Lee Minho was annoying just because he didn’t give him 5 bottles of beer on his 15th birthday, talking about how many girls he had hooked up with, obviously very noisy…

“Well, we’re here, Yn!” he finally said, already in front of the girl’s house, startling her as she was lost in her own thoughts… Obviously thinking about her project...

“AH, thank you, Han… I owe you one,” she said jokingly. “Oh yes! You do! And I already know how you can properly thank me!”

“How?” asked the curious innocent. “Thursday, 8 PM at XXXXXXXX park.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. Jisung Han?”

“Yes, I am.”

"Hmm"

“Okay then! It’s a date! Don’t forget, Miss Yn!”

“Don’t worry!”

“Bye bye, my love!”

“By-Bye Bye H-Han…” she stammered.

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Today, Thursday… Yn was in trouble, she hadn’t even started the project she had to deliver tomorrow… And the worst part, she could only work on it before going on the date with Han, which means she only had 1 hour. The poor girl was going crazy! Han had woken up 1 hour earlier than usual, all to redo his crappy plan. How idiotic he is.

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“So, guys, don’t forget to check if your work meets these requirements to get the highest grade! The more, the better! Well, see you tomorrow, students!” Yn was getting more and more terrified with each passing minute. The bell had just rung, and she had to run home to do her work. “Yn!” “I’ll text you later, Han!” She said, running with all her might.

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Yn arrived home and ran to her room, throwing her shoes into a random corner along with her cute coat. Sitting hurriedly in her desk chair, she started making random sketches, sure that something would come out of it, even if it was just a beautiful eggplant! “Okay… Here… Like this… No… Hmm… Yes… Ah… It doesn’t look good… Okayyyyy AHHHHHHHHH” Yn whispered to herself but then screamed, startled by a random noise inside the house. “Ah… It must be nothing… I think… Well, I have to continue…” Yn started painting with oil pastels, her favorite way to paint, humming some random song. Painting here and there, leaving incredibly beautiful and wonderful textures, she was giving her all to that project! “Wow, it’s almost time for our date and she’s still studying! How responsible she is!” said someone, startling the little painter. Yn turned to the door, from where the voice came, and was shocked at how he managed to get in. “Hey! How did you get in here?!”

"Behold, a little hottie left the door open… And he forgot about his meeting!" Han, the owner of the voice speaks. "What?! How could I leave the door open my god?! What if a bandit had entered!! Ahhhh all because of this stupid job!" Yn says, obviously worried and grateful that no one unknown and dangerous will enter her residence. "Eyy, so little… What's going on?" Han asks getting closer to the girl. "I have to deliver this work tomorrow, but I don't know if it will be good! He's just random doodles! I don't know what Han do!" Yn says with a few tears forming in her beautiful eyes.

“Hey, calm down baby… Look, I’m not very experienced in art, but I know exactly what this project means!” “Hm?” “It means your feelings, love… It perfectly conveys your feelings… And… I’m sure anyone can feel them too.” The boy said, bringing their faces closer, just a few centimeters apart. “I wish I had more talent in painting… Just… Just to be able to eternalize your colors the way I see them…” “Thank you, Han… Really!” Yn hugged the boy, no one had ever said such sincere words to her. “Okay okay, so let’s finish this project so you can finally get ready and we can go on our date?!” “Let’s goooo”

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Yn was already ready, looking in the mirror whenever she could to see if she looked beautiful enough. Wearing a beautiful beige dress that highlighted her lovely curves, just above the knee, with a white blouse underneath, and some lovely Mary Janes. She really looked magnificent with that beautiful hair! Ahhh and the accessories! Of course, she couldn’t forget! A heart-shaped necklace with a photo of her puppy, Smaply, who unfortunately passed away last year, a great loss for the girl. Small, thin hoop earrings detailed with some sparkles, and of course, she couldn’t forget her cute bracelets. How beautiful she looked! Applying a bit more gloss, Yn finally had the courage to leave her room, walking slowly to the living room, where the darling Han was. He was left speechless upon seeing his beloved, I swear he was even drooling!

“Wow… you look - you look magnificent!” “Thank you - Thank you Ha-Han! You-you also look very han-handsome!” she said blushing, very shy shy shy! “So… Where are we going?” “Oh yes… Hmm… First, we’re going to eat something and then… Then I’ll take you to a very important place for me… We better get going… Otherwise, we’ll be late.”

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“A convenience store??” Yn said, confused. “Oh, we’re going to eat something here first… What do you want?” “Hmm, it could be…” “Chicken ramen with a touch of mild pepper, an onigiri, a mango iced tea with some ice cubes, and for dessert, some macarons?” Han interrupted the girl. “How do you know that?..” “I have many tricks up my sleeve, baby girl…” “Oh.” “Well, let’s eat?! I’m starving!” “Yes!” After all, Yn was passionate about food… Who isn’t, right?!

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As soon as they left the convenience store, Han took Yn to the previously mentioned place. It was simply the best club in Seoul, with extremely attractive security guards, with super strong and tense muscles, a pole dance show that was out of this world, with incredible dance tactics and moves, a bar with every type of drink imaginable, from spicy drinks to ones that tasted like crap! Truly a VIP club! Yn was obviously shocked to see that Han had taken her there, she had never even set foot in a club before, let alone this one! But she was even more shocked when a bunch of security guards protected Han and herself, she was so confused, poor thing… Soon they entered and went straight to a dressing room.

"Hey, what was that whole thing out there?" Yn question enthusiastically "It's just a normal day for me," Han said looking at himself in the mirror. "In a while you'll see, bunny" "Look who he is!" A voice unknown to Yn is heard. "So Chan… Ready for another night?!" "Always… Han, who is this?" "Ah.. Well Yn this is Bang Chan, Bang Chan this is Yn! That's it, they're already friends!" "It's a pleasure to meet you!" Yn says. "Pleasure is only later, satisfaction is with me!" Says Chan laughing… What a pervert "Hey, drop my girl ,play boy !" Han speaks first. "Ihhh look at the jealousy! Look at the jealousy!" another unknown voice is heard. "Oh no! Even you Changbin?!"

"Oh hello Yn, I'm Changbin. The cutest and hottest boy you'll ever meet! Do you want to touch my biceps?" "AH… Oh.. Hello Chang-Changbin.. Thank you but" "No, she doesn't want to! She already has mine and that's enough! Right, love?" Han asks Yn. "Y-yes!" "IN 2 MINUTES YOU WILL BE ON STAGE!" Another voice screams. "Well, we have to go! See you soon Yniee! See you soon!" Changbin speaks. "Bye Bye" Bang chan also says goodbye to the girl. "Well baby, you go straight to a security guard with orange hair and say you're with me, he'll take care of you! See you soon baby!" Han says goodbye by gluing his lips to hers. Meanwhile, Yn thought how this was moving too fast, how was it possible? Well but one thing she knew, it was working….

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Yn walked up to the security guard and said he was with Han, he asked her to follow him and took him in front of everyone, even facing the stage. So she had the perfect vision of the group, which at the time was singing "WOW" During the small show, Han whenever he could, winked at Yn, who blushed and looked away. At the end of the show, 3Racha said goodbye to the audience and went to the dressing room. The security guard took the girl to the dressing room for her to be handed over to her respective owner. "Wow you were amazing!! Your tune! Your talent! Han on guitar rocking with incredible melodies! Changbin on drums making perfect bangs! Chan with his wonderful voice! Ahhh it was all amazing!" "Thank you Yn, we really like to know that we are doing our job perfectly." Chan thanks smiling. "Well, I'm going, tomorrow I have to produce another new song! Are you coming Changbin too?" Bang Chan continues.

"Oh yes, I enjoy the ride! Thank you Yn, you don't even know what it means to say that to us!" Changbin also thanks you, cutie. "See you tomorrow my precious boys!" Han says, obviously ironic. "See you tomorrow Han! Bye Bye Yn!" Answer the two boys who were already leaving. "Bye" "Finally alone…" Han says "Oh baby girl… I'm in the mood for something… " "What… " "I'm hungry," Han says as he approaches Yn, who was moving backwards, but stopping after crashing into the whore on the wall. What about… Us… Finally… You know…. "Han starts kissing Yn's neck, sucking and licking." N-no! Han-Han I don't want to! "A terrified Yn tries to free herself from Han's grip, but to no avail." Come on baby girl. I need you." Han now begins to go down the girl's chest, leaving soft but hungry kisses."

" No! Han! STOP! STOP! "Yn screams, with tears in her eyes, just as she manages to push the guitarist away from her." NEVER! NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! "Yn screams desperately. Han just looked at her with an innocent face, how stupid he is!" Baby, how come you don't understand. You are my dear. If I can't touch you, no one will touch you. " "What?! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! YOUR… YOU CRAZY"

"Yes, I'm crazy, for you love. Since I saw you at the municipal library I have never forgotten you, from that moment I knew you were perfect for me, and I was perfect for you! I started studying you! I found out where you lived, I found out your social networks, I found out everything about your little friends. I know everything about you love…. I love you.. And I want to be with you… Or I mean, I'll stay with you! "With every word that came out of Han's mouth, he got closer and closer, making the little girl scared. "Do you know how many times I stood in your beautiful backyard looking at your bedroom window thinking about seeing you?! Do you know how many times I stayed up all night just to write lots and lots of songs dedicated to you?!" Han grew more and more irritated. "You belong to me! And nothing and no one will change that!" Soon after, Han grabs Yn with all his strength and injects her with a syringe with a liquid inside, making the girl faint in his beautiful arms.

"Finally mine!"

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