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bitchimasnake-sss · 15 hours

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and then, it got better ft. choso kamo!

this the 03 part to my continued series! you can check the 01, 02 parts first, if you haven't already! this is very long but i'm pretty happy with it lol.

set-up: your academic rival friend (???) and you have been fooling around for the past two months. but maybe the feelings have built enough to come spilling out? (note: the characters haven't had penetrative sex before the events of this part, they've done other stuff!)

warnings: PORN WITH PLOT!! nsfw includes fingering, penetration, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation and praise (what a heavenly combo), blowjob, in public (i wrote everything because... idk what to tell you. i wanted a grand finale to the story.)

"choso fuuck—" you forced open your eyes, just to see grey, cemented, soulless walls of the basement parking over the steering wheel.

you were perched on his lap, facing the other cars lined up neatly. your top hiked up to expose your barely bra-clad tits and your skirt had been hastily shoved up so that he could work against your cunt with ease. you were sure your panties were somewhere on the carpeted floor but you didn't care.

or more like you couldn't.

not with the way his fingers moved in and out of you. not with the way his somewhat strained breaths fluttered over your exposed neck. his hard-on dug against the curve of your ass as his knees kept your legs wide-apart.

"oh my god" your voice hitched up as you felt a familiar tension brewing in the pit of your stomach. you closed your eyes again, chewing on your bottom lip, "fuck fuck fUCK, ugh chos-"

"you're gettin' too loud." his palm flattened against your mouth, trapping the breathless moans between his hands and the vicinity of his car. as his fingers pistoled in and out of you at a practiced rate, your back arched and your voice trembled against his skin. you dug your head deeper into his chest as the hand on your mouth finally slid down to your clit. his fingers rubbed over your puffy nub and you melted into him, "ch-osoo ngh~ fuck fuck fuck."

"come on, almost there." he cooed in your ear, going faster with the movement of his slender fingers. his digits brushed past your soft spot the same second as he pressed down on your clit. and you came undone.

your body trembled and shook. and his palms softly ran over your thighs, soothing you. once you caught your breath, his hands pulled your tshirt downwards to cover your chest. choso then pressed a chaste kiss to your sweaty forehead, "good girl. wasn't so hard was it?"

you groaned, turning your face around to tuck it against his chest. the embarrassment of letting him fuck you in his car, a few minutes before you were to go see your friends crept up your throat. and you groaned again.

"what?" when he laughed, and the vibrations set your body alight. you looked up at him and his face was flushed too. a red blush was resident behind his tattooed nose and cheeks. beads of sweat lingered on his hairline and trailed downwards his jaw and neck, disappearing behind the collar of his tshirt.

your breath was strained, legs shook. your bottom lip hurt from the amount of time you had bitten down on it to quieten yourself down. your back was so sweaty and the car was impossibly hot.

"you're such an ass." you managed to say once you had caught your breath. climbing off of him, you made your way to sit down on the passenger seat.

"am i?" he replied back innocently. his eyes followed your figure as you made yourself comfortable against the leather seats.

"yes, you are." your fingers reached upwards and brought the sun visor down. you peered at your own reflection in the small mirror and mumbled, "we have to literally go see our friends in ten minutes."

"i know. but you were the one who started the teasing, not me. anyways, think we can squeeze in another round before—"

"—choso." you warned, "i asked you to drive us to the mall. didn't ask you to park your car in the parking lot and do that."

"you weren't complaining two minutes ago."

you glared at his simple answers, "i have to redo my make-up now."

"huh? why?" his tone was somewhere between confused and appalled. as if you were ruining his creation.

"why?" you met your own eyes in the mirror. your lip gloss was smudged, spread messily around your lips. your base had gotten ruined due to the sweat. you sighed before looking back at him, "do you not see my face?"

"yeah, so pretty." he shrugged, bending down to pick up your discarded undergarment. instead of handing it back to you, he mindlessly shoved the fabric into the pocket of his jeans.

"pervert." you crossed your arms over your chest haughtily. then sighed, "do you want them all to find out that we're fucking? even yuuji and sukuna are meeting up with us today."

"sukuna canceled."

when you sat before him, unimpressed, the raven-haired shut his mouth and nodded. both of you knew that when you both finally left the basement to go to up, you'd find your friends. your friends cause choso practically hung out with nobody except his brothers (mostly yuuji, 'cause sukuna was a brat busy doing whatever evil shit that delinquents do).

the hangout was nobara's idea.

once she was done teasing you immensely over the fact that choso texted you (and you had texted back), she proposed the idea that you should all hangout. nothing huge. just you and your friends (yuuta, maki, nobara) and choso. but then nobara asked choso to invite someone and he invited yuuji and sukuna. and then yuuji invited some other sulky boy named megumi (who was apparently gojo sensei's son).

so what was a chill bowling session between four friends turned into this huge get-together.

you wouldn't be surprised if gojo sensei showed up to drop off his son and stayed there with you guys. he was weird like that. sometimes, you wondered if he had no friends.

eitherways, nobody knew you and choso were fucking around (atleast, not so regularly). you chose not to tell your friends cause you knew how obsessed nobara gets whenever somebody's love life is involved. so, for all your friends knew, you and choso were just talking. definitely not finger-fucking in his car five minutes before you both showed face.

"so, well." choso cleared his throat, "fix your face. then you can go on before me, i'll join you guys like five-ten minutes later?"

you nodded, half-looking at his raging boner. then, you pulled out the pack of make-up wipes from your purse.

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"you look so cute!" nobara grinned as you walked upto her. everyone else was here (except choso and sukuna).

"you too." you laughed when she struck a pose and said thankyou. maki rolled her eyes at the redhead's actions and yuuta was too busy checking his phone. probably waiting for rika to respond. they both got into a fight over something or the other.

"you're megumi right?" you looked over the sulky boy. he seemed a bit out of place but yuuji stuck by his side. it's as if the pink-haired boy's overtly welcoming aura was to combat megumi's black-hole of emo-ness. you smiled at the two boys, "nice to meet you both."

"i'm surprised gojo sensei isn't here." nobara sighed, "almost thought he'd stay back after dropping you, 'gumi."

"trust me, it was very hard to convince him to just go home." the sullen boy admitted casually, "but he's a good reminder that i should make some friends unless i wanna be like him at 30."

"how long till choso is here?" maki asked, looking straight at you.

consciously you pulled your hands to the back of your neck, "don't know—"

"—i'll call and ask." the pink-haired jock spoke up, excusing himself to dial his brother.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

you groaned as the bowling ball swerved sideways and fell into the gutter. pulling your eyes at the screen above, you saw a 0 register next to your name.

"this game is so stupid." you huffed as maki got ready for her turn. yuuji nodded his head solemnly, "i agree right?! it's like it makes no sense."

"it makes sense itadori. you just have terrible hand-eye coordination." megumi bit back lazily, "which is weird, cause you're the goddamn quarterback."

"hey, haven't you heard?" yuuji— the boy who had managed to hit three bowling pins in the past two rounds— pouted. "you can either be good at bowling or sex."

choso cleared his throat as he picked up the ball for his turn. he was second in lead with maki closely trailing behind and yuuta before him. nobara's lips curled upwards mercilessly after hearing yuuji's hypothesis, "does that mean choso sucks in bed?"

maybe you were imagining it, but you felt as if all eyes were you. thankfully, yuuta snapped everyone out of it by loudly declaring that it was his turn.

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the game was over.

yuuta won, maki came in second and megumi third. choso (who was leading at first, and somehow stop performing as well after yuuji's statement) was fourth. yuuji was last.

you all had decided to get some lunch. so, you had come to this mexican restaurant. your phone dinged as you shoved a complementary nacho chip in your mouth. you picked up the phone just to see a text from choso: meet me in front of the bathroom.

you quickly shut off your phone, paranoid that somebody would see. then you excused yourself. trotting outside of the restaurant, you passed by multiple stores before you took a sharp right turn and went into the hallway that led to the bathrooms. you stood there confused for a second before a hand whisked you into a tight closet. your eyes widened and you suppressed a yelp as your eyes got used to the dark and you saw choso peering at you, handsome as ever.

"what—" but his lips were on your neck, kissing down softly. you leaned into his chaste kisses, "choso~ do-don't leave marks, somebody will see."

he hummed against your throat, licking where he kissed you. your hands wrapped in his hair and you softly played with the strands and he licked downwards to your collarbone.

he called out your name, "you gotta pay me back."

you hummed in confusion but he turned you around so that his back was against the wall. he silently plead and you slowly bent down. your knees rested over the cool marble floor as you teased his hard dick over the pants.

he groaned out your name, "don't tease. we don't have forever."

"oops" you have him a teasing smile and undid the button and zipper of his jeans. you pulled the pants down his hard-on was in front of you. taking the dick in your hand, you gently slapped it over your lips.

but choso was having none of your games. his fingers weaved between your hair and he pushed your face forward so as to bully his dick past your lips. his hands guided your face inwards, forcing you to take as much as you could in one go.

your eyes clouded over and you felt familiar wetness pooling in your core. the whole ordeal made your gut twist in excitement. the way he was fucking your face, using you as his favourite toy. the way his voice hitched up before it fell into a low rumble. the way you could hear people pass you by, going to the washroom at the end of the hallway. all if it made the sticky liquid pool up in your core and trail downwards to your thigh.

you fingers found your clit and you rubbed the bundle of nerves as he bobbed your face up and down. you moved you fingers with the pace of his hips against your face. and you hummed helplessly around his cock when your body became sensitive to your own touches.

"such a slut." he whispered, looking down at you with mock amusement, "look at you. getting off of the fact that i'm fucking your pretty face."

your pussy clenched around nothing and you shivered. he took the response of your body to go faster. to drag your mouth over his throbbing cock faster and faster till you could feel it twitching in your mouth.

"ch—choso" you mumbled over his dick and he threw his head back. "yeah, angel. like that. keep moaning 'round my fucking dick."

"n-ngh ugh~" your hips bucked to your own touches. the fleeting, soft touches of your finger on your clit made you moan louder around him.

without warning, you felt his dick twitch and a salty liquid coated your mouth. you swallowed down, as you had many times over and looked up at him. he guided your face back and you let go of his cock with a pop. you mewled as he pushed his thumb in your mouth. "are you gonna cum?"

you nodded and he gave you a sadistic smile, "slut. go on, cum for me."

it was too much.

you closed you eyes and focused on his thumb in your mouth. your tongue lapped over his finger and you shivered as your lower half writhed. your fingers playing against your cunt even as you gushed and clenched around nothing.

"fuck it." he whispered. and before you knew what was happening, he dragged you up and pinned you face-first to the wall. your ass jutted out towards him and he pulled your leg back to get easier access to your soaking pussy.

swiping his finger against you slick, he whispered in your ear, "i'm sorry. i wanted to fuck you nice and proper. but, i can't wait."

"you get me right? let me fuck you, please." he took the slick-coated finger and shoved it into your mouth, making you hum around your own sweet nectar. meanwhile, his hands guided his fat dick to tease you at the entrance. you mewled as he pushed the mushroom tip into your impatient hole and then brought it out, choosing to nudge your swollen clit instead.

his hot breath fanned over your throat, "you'd let me fuck you, right baby?"

you nodded feverishly, still sucking on his digits.

"good girl." he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then another. then another. as he slowly pushed his dick inside your pulsing hole. his cock filled you out inch by inch and he kept pressing kisses as to make-up for any discomfort. soon, he was fully sheathed inside of you. he whispered again, "i'm gonna fuck you raw. god. look at the way- fuck." he breathed hard, "look at the way you're sucking off my cock."

he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pulled your jaw back so that you could look at him. "do you want me to fuck you?"

you moaned and nodded as he punctuated the sentence with a harsh roll of his hip against yours.

"words." he growled, growing impatient.

"plea-please choso." your eyes glossed over as you stared into his dark ones, "fuck me hard."

silently, his fingers travelled down your jaw and rested on your throat. he squeezed down and your pussy clamped over his dick in response. he groaned and started moving. you were so wet that his dick could move in and out of your pussy as if he had fucked you enough times till he could perfectly fit you.

his veiny walls dragged against yours and your eyes rolled back. your overstimulated pussy fluttered and clamped down around his dick. and when he guided one of your hands over your own clit, you cried out in pleasure.

he traced your clit using your own soft fingers. you mewled and slumped forward, against the wall. but he stayed relentless. his hips moved front and back, dragging his dick in and out of you. his fingers forced yours to keep rubbing tight circles around your pulsating clit. one particular thrust and he rubbed his tip against your soft spot.

you almost went blind.

"choso choso cho— fuck fuck, my god—" you huffed, eyes screwed shut, fingers forced to play with your sensitive nub. your hips backed into his and he pressed his hand down tighter against your throat.

"—fucking god. you. you're driving me insane." he grunted, snapping his hips against yours even more forcefully, "god, i cannot wait to fucking fill you up. fuck you again 'n 'gain till you lose your mind. i'm gonna bend you over in that classroom and fuck you till the whole uni knows you're mine."

he pulled your hair harshly and you yelped, "want that, you want that, right baby?"

you nodded again and he pressed his other hand over yours, pressing down harshly on your clit, "good. my fucking slut. getting fucked in public. what else do you want?"

"y-you" you babbled mindlessly as the pleasure took over your body.

he pulled your hair again, "other than me?"

"no-nothing else~ fuck." your pussy clenched around him and your thighs shook as an orgasm took you under.

"nothing else?" he grunted, "good." the grunt turned into a soft moan, helpless and weak as your pussy kept fluttering against him. he slightly slumped against you, his thrusts growing sloppy, "i'm gonna cum—"

"—inside." you babbled, "'m on the pill."

"fuck—" the warm load filled you up as soon as you uttered the permission. his shallow thrusts slowed down till he stopped completely. he rested his forehead against your back. his breath was strained and your entire body was hot.

slowly, he pulled out and moaned softly as he saw his cum seep out of your still fluttering hole. he gently turned you around, wrapping his arms around your body. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "you're too pretty."

"—choso." you shoved your face into his clothed chest. and you were sure the makeup residue will be visible against the black tee. he pulled pants up, zipping them. then he sorted out your disheveled clothes.

"hey," he whispered once he was done, unsure of his voice. when you looked up at him, he leaned down. taking your jaw softly in his hands, he pressed his lips to yours. you brought your hands to his cheek, holding him as you kissed him back. when you both separated, you both were out of breath.

"i'm sorry." he mumbled, guilt dancing in his gaze, "i should have asked you out on a proper date and—"

but you kissed him again. softly. as light as a feather. you smiled up at him, "this was perfect."

he sighed, looking away from you, "no it wasn't. i-i just fucked you in a supply closet for our first time."

"well, this entire thing started because i wanted to fuck your brains out and get ahead of you in class." you winced at the situation, "so, i think it is a fair first time given our circumstances."

"wait," his eyes widened, "for real? you actually came to fuck me to—"

"— to come first in class, yeah." you sighed, "nobara's idea. she thought i could fuck you dumb. or something."

"ofcourse she thought so." he laughed. "why did you think that would work? i've wanted to fuck you since we took that first class together. if anything, i was relieved when it happened."

you looked up at him, surprised, "what?"

you replied easily, somewhat confused by your question, "didn't i tell you the first time you sucked my dick? that i've wanted this for so long?"

"i thought that was just dirty talking!"

"huh??" he blinked, "no. i actually have wanted to do this. like for a long, long time."

"why didn't you ask me out then!? i've wanted this for a long time too."

"well... i mean" he bit the inside of his cheek, "like... i dunno? i thought you'd notice me if i came first in all the exams all the time."

you looked up at him in disbelief, "you decided to study your ass off to come first just cause you wanted me to notice you? and eventually, fuck you?"

he shrugged, "it worked, didn't it? took us two years, but it worked."

well, he was right. good luck to you and your weird boyfriend friend <3

(ofc your friends teased you and choso relentlessly once you went back to the restaurant. yuuji couldn't meet his older brother's eyes and you are pretty sure megumi vowed to never make any new friends cause you guys were so weird. but hey, atleast it was a pretty good fuck session.)

a/n: this concludes my choso series!! would you guys wanna see such short story thingies for other characters (i have one written out for yuuji already lol). thankyou so much for reading this!! hope you enjoyed, as always <3 if you have any ideas for other characters, please do send in a request! tagging (so many people lol): @fawngizzl @tobios-posts @enesitamor @seaweed-empire @little-art-addiction @milkysuck @somejojofanlol @liiiacke @kamoslut @rkiveinmarvel

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zmediaoutlet · 2 days

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"So how was it?" Dean says.

Sam squints at him. Crazy-bright day, light reflecting off every car, bouncing back from the license plate frame on the Buick in front of them. "How was what?"

He gets a significant look but then there's a honk and Dean waves irritably at the guy behind them, moves forward a half car-length like that means something. Sam said they should've just taken 87 instead of the state highway, but apparently that wouldn't have been as good a drive, so here they are, bumper to bumper. Some accident they can't see up ahead.

"Dean," Sam says, when they're essentially parked again. "How was what?"

Dean stretches back, knees spread wide around the steering wheel. "Uh, let's see," he says, and sucks his lower lip like he's really thinking. "The tonsil hockey? The tongue tango? The vertical v-grab—"

"You're the worst," Sam says, loudly, and Dean grins whitely out at the traffic. Relaxed. Probably more relaxed now that Sam feels blood rising in his cheeks, like he really did something. The dick. They roll forward another few feet and Sam braces his elbow on the open window, looking out at the growing green, the budding trees. Springtime in upstate New York, not the worst it could be.

"Sarah seemed like she'd be good at it," Dean says. Sam rolls his eyes, smacks vaguely to his left, catches leather jacket. Dean swats his hand away. "Hey, that ain't a dig. I admire a chick who'll really go for it. And, buddy, the way she was looking at you."

Sometimes it's like he thinks Sam's blind. Like, the only reason is that he doesn't notice. He sucks the inside of his cheek, squints out at the random field out past the highway. Cows, in the distance. "She was good at it," he says, finally. Soft where it counted, confident in the way that a lot of gorgeous girls are. Curving into his body but not limp or just opening her mouth for it and waiting for him to be done. Her tongue tasted like earl grey tea. He can taste it now, and rubs his fingers over his mouth.

Dean's been quiet, letting off the brake and rolling forward a carlength at a time. "You want to…" he starts, but what goes there? They weren't going to stay. They never were. Even an extra day didn't make sense, because what was going to happen—Sam taking the open invite, letting himself try, knowing that in the motel across town Dean was cooling his heels with motel porn and a takeout pizza, waiting for Sam to shoot his load so they'd be ready to pack up and leave the state? No, that wasn't going to happen. Not fair to Sarah, no matter if Sam explained the score, and it wasn't fair to Sam, and it wasn't fair, either, to…

More honking, somewhere behind them. They check the rearview at the same time, annoyed, and Dean mutters, "Like that helps?"

Sam turns on his side of the bench, putting his back to the window. Dean glances at him and then looks back out at the cars, frowning. "What do you think I'm missing?" Sam says. "With this stuff. Perfume? Long hair?"

"Perfume I can do, but I draw the line at wearing a wig for you," Dean says. Sam huffs and Dean glances over at him again, smiling. Kind of smiling anyway. "Not trying to—to be weird about it, or pick a fight or anything, Sammy. I just know you wanted…" He shakes his head, slouches back on the bench with two fingers hooked low on the steering wheel. "I don't want you to be—missing anything. I know, we got a job, and it's important. I'm not, like, trying to get you to move into a two-bedroom in New Paltz. I just don't want you to hate this any more than you do already."

Traffic judders to a halt again. Sam nods, looks out at the blinding chrome. His eyes smart. He sniffs, and drags his hand over his face, and then leans over the bench seat and gets his hand on Dean's jaw and turns his face and kisses him. Dean's lips startle open and Sam closes his eyes and licks in, pressing deep, Dean's hand gripping his jacket and Dean's breath filling his mouth. Coffee, salt. Sam tips so his forehead's against Dean's, their noses brushing. "Don't worry about what I'm missing," Sam says.

Dean's knuckles against his chest. He breathes in, shaky.

Honking. Dean takes a quick deep breath and pulls back, doesn't look at Sam. Traffic opening maybe, a little, ahead. They slide forward a car-length and then another. "Might make it to Allentown before dark after all," he says. His ear's pink. Sam sits back into the corner of the bench and smiles at the side of his head. "Shut up," Dean says, and Sam smiles out the window instead, the grown-grass verge starting to blur as they pick up speed. He wasn't going to say a thing.

#happy wincest wednesday #my writing #ww lottery #a random ficlet for episode 19 #fun fact: I Hate Sarah So Much #but in an established wincest context she's at least interesting

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thelampisaflashlight · 2 days

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Shutterbug: Point and Shoot

[Dew and Aeon go to the lake to take pictures of the sunrise. Angst comes and goes in a blink. Baphomet persists.] Below the cut.

"Why do we have to get up so early for this?" Aeon whines, dragging his feet through the tall grass, slumped forward dramatically with an almost comical pout on his face as he follows Dew towards the lake.

"If you want to photograph the sunrise, you need to get up before the sun rises." the older man says, unbothered by the younger's antics, "Simple as that."

Aeon gives a little huff before a yawn slips from his lips, causing Dew to yawn as well, "It's so early though... There's a whole hour before the sun rises, and it only takes ten minutes to walk here from the dorms!"

Dew rolls his eyes and sets down the large backpack slung over his shoulder, gesturing for Aeon to do the same.

"If I let you sleep in any longer, you wouldn't be awake enough to help me set up, let alone take the pictures. You said you wanted to learn how to use an actual camera, and here we are."

The quintessence ghoul hums, "Here we are..."

With a sigh, Aeon casts his gaze over the lake, still lit by the stars that are only now starting to fade from view.

The ground is cool under his feet, and the toes of his sneakers are lightly soaked by the morning dew.

He inhales slow and deep and feels himself slowly beginning to wake.

"At least it's nice out here..." he says, turning towards Dew, who is rummaging through his bag, taking out a tripod and another, compact bag from within that looks worn in a well loved kind of way, "So... I never got to ask, since the others recommended that I go to you to learn about this stuff, but, uh, how long have you been into photography?"

"Aw, geez, it's been a long time..." Dew picks up a flat rock from the dirt, sliding it under one of the legs of the tripod, making it more level, "Couple decades now, I guess?"

"A couple... A couple what?? A couple decades??" Aeon balks, "But you've only been on the surface since..."

He counts on his fingers, but gets stuck.

"H-How is that even possible??"

Dew stands up, bracing against his knees as he does so, "Huh, guess that story slipped through the cracks... I mean, yeah, I..."

He places a hand on his chest.

"I don't mean me." he says, "I mean this guy."

He sweeps his hand up to his face and then downwards.

"My vessel."

Aeon blinks.

"Your vessel...?"

"Ough... they really don't tell you new summons anything..." Dew stretches and then grabs one of the folding chairs he made Aeon carry with them, "Pop a squat, Sparkles, we have some time to kill anyway."

Aeon tilts his head sideways, but does as he's told. Once he's settled, Dew sits down, looking out over the horizon.

"It's all kind of complicated, but the long and short of it is; My body, this face you're looking at, this isn't a glamour. It's not an approximation of what I would look like if I were human... it is human."

"I... Okay." Aeon looks at Dew sideways, "So... You're human then?"

"Was." Dew says, stretching his legs out, "I was, but I also wasn't. Sometimes... Sometimes, when the church needs a ghoul... No, that's... Let's just go with that, yeah?"

Aeon nods.

"The best way I can put it, is that this body belonged to someone else, and then another person -a demon- laid claim to it, but instead of forcing the other soul out... they kind of, I dunno, melded together?" Dew emphasizes his point by making a squishing motion with his hands, "So I'm, like, some kind of weird soul baby of those two people."

"Hehe... Soul baby..."

"Shut up, I said it was complicated."

"Sorry."

"...You are forgiven, for now." Dew snorts, "Anyway."

Dew taps the side of his head.

"Basically means I have memories from two different lives mushed together in the old brain box, and to get to the point already, the first guy was a photographer."

"Ohhh... So you retained all of his memories of how to do this then?" Aeon asks, looking at the bags again, "That's pretty-"

Aeon pauses, brow furrowing.

"...What happened?"

Dew raises a brow, turning his head towards him, "Mn?"

"What happened to the photographer guy? Like, if you're..." he bites the inside of his cheek, "Am I not supposed to ask-"

"I never said you couldn't, and do I look bothered?" Dew questions, his posture too casual, too relaxed for him to be annoyed, "Do you really wanna know?"

Another pause.

"...Yes, please."

Dew closes his eyes for a moment and sits up slightly.

"Here, I'll show you how to set up the camera first so we don't forget why we're out here..."

And they do.

Dew makes Aeon do most of the set-up and adjustments to the equipment himself, "So you can get a feel for it."

When all is said and done, Dew lets him tweak camera's settings a bit more before motioning for him to sit back down.

"I've been into photography since I was a kid, couldn't tell you how old I was when I first held a camera, but I do know what my first clear picture was of." he says, leaning back in his chair, "We had this little terrier, Wilma, when I was little, and the thing couldn't sit still for the life of her, but I somehow managed to get her to stay put for a photo... Probably bribed her with an entire bag of biscuits, but I was really proud of how it came out."

"I don't really remember many of my early, early memories, especially not the ones from this guy, but I remember that." he utters softly, a hint of warmth blossoming on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, subtle embarrassment, "Being proud..."

"I can also remember being fucking miserable."

A cool breeze rolls across the grass, and Aeon uses it to hide the shiver that runs up his spine at Dew's words.

"...Before I go any further, do you still want to hear about this?"

Aeon swallows, then thinks.

"Do you really want to talk about it?" he counters, and Dew gives a little puff through his nose, "Really, though."

He shrugs.

"It was a long time ago, Sparkles."

"Doesn't mean it can't still hurt." Aeon whispers a bit too knowingly for Dew's liking, if the little noise in the back of his throat is any indication of that.

"...I died." he says after a moment of silence, "I died, Aeon."

"You... You died?"

"I don't know the full details, and I don't want to know, but yeah." he nods, "Yeah."

Aeon watches the cattails wave in the wind, processing what his packmate just said.

"I guess I got lost out in the woods nearby, and some siblings found me and brought my body back here." Dew continues, "There's a lot of... little details that flicker around in my head from time to time, fragments of memories, or maybe dreams I'm misremembering, but I mostly just remember, ya know, stuff like this."

He points at the camera.

"I didn't forget how to do things like read or write, and I knew things I liked and didn't like, but I forgot most of what made me this guy."

"Did he have a name?" Aeon asks, taking in Dew's features anew, from the sharpness of his nose, to the gentleness of his brow.

"Probably." Dew laughs, "Actually, yes, but that's also something I've decided I don't want to know. The files are all there, if I decide to deep dive into my past, but I already promised myself I wouldn't do that."

"...But you died."

"You're wondering how I'm here now, right?"

Aeon nods.

"Well, there was this goat-"

"Well, hello, Moonlight, how'd your little photography lesson with Dew go?" Swiss asks, legs kicked up over the armrest the couch in the common room as he half watches the morning news, eyeing a harrowed looking Aeon.

The ghoul stares blankly at the wall for a solid minute before he replies.

"...Have you hear the Bapho-tits story before or is Dew full-on fucking with me?"

Swiss almost pulls a muscle from the involuntary sit-up he does from wheezing too hard.

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic

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"Holy Childhood Trauma, Batman!"

Okay, let's get into it. *spoilers ahead*

X-Men '97: Episode 5 - Remember It

So without boring everyone with yet another recap as every nerd fandom outlet has that covered, I want to highlight all the things that really impacted me with this episode.

The animation team, storyboard artists, and directing for this episode.

I love how this series has captured the essence and style of the original 90s series, but has amped up the actions sequences to an 11, 12, 13, or 20! It's been a hot minute since I saw the original series, but I just don't recall many truly badass anime-esque action sequences from the OG series. And while X-Men has always been more of a socio-political and interpersonal drama, it's always cool to see your favorite characters use their powers in unique ways and this was Gambit's episode. I also love the addition of tears in many of the faces of characters during key moments. It's a minor thing, but emphasizing them just shows the gravity of the emotions the characters are facing. Also, special mention to episode 1 as well with Cyclops' intro and the ending battle in the sentinel graveyard. This series is what we all wanted back in the 90s and honestly, I'd be fine if comic book adaptations were more in animation form than live-action. CGI and VFX can be cool, but having characters do insane, gravity defying things like in this episode without looking janky is so awesome.

The usage and variation of the X-Men theme.

In both these scenes (above) the X-Men theme is played, but in vary different ways and I love when a score or soundtrack can enhance the mood of a scene or just help tell a story or convey a mood/emotion. In the first, we see Gambit and Rogue heading into battle and the score is slowed down and just has this serious tone to it. We're not having fun. This is war and we've got our game faces on. The second is the traditional theme and fits the tone as Gambit is just showing off and being a badass. IDK. I'm not a student of music, but I still love this stuff and how even the same music can be varied to convey different moods.

The impact and stakes.

Without getting too political (even though X-Men is all about politics and social issues), it was hard to not feel an extra impact by this episode's destruction of Genosha given the events taking place overseas in Palestine (as well as so many other countries that don't get as much news coverage). Again, trying to keep this to X-Men, but seeing the mass loss of innocent life (even in a cartoon) in such a quick and brutal way just sent my mind there and it was hard to not tear up thinking about the real loss of innocent life in our world (but without superheroes to intervene). Not to mention, I was already prepared for the loss of Gambit thanks to being on the internet and not watching new content the second it drops.

Honestly, this episode felt like an epic finale given the gut punch of emotions, the action, and the destruction. I know there are many theories that this could/will be reversed or altered via time travel, especially with the presence of the Watcher and Cable's attempt to warn his mother, Madelyne Pryor, but narratively I hope we sit with the weight of what happened in this episode. Selfishly, I want it fixed yesterday but I know that if that were to happen it would minimize the stakes and take away from the emotional weight of this episode. Also, the X-women are going through it this season. First, Storm, then Jean, and now Rogue.

The Ending and Saying Goodbye

So, as mentioned above I had Gambit's death spoiled and while I hate that I still wasn't prepared. As I said, I was already dealing with emotions at seeing the destruction of Genosha, but when it came for Gambit's end I was falling down onto the ground even more. Add in the rest of the X-Men at home, only able to watch from TV, devasted and powerless, and then Rogue's emotional (Death of Superman-style) goodbye as the episode faded to black... I still can't watch this scene or think about it without getting emotional all over again.

That said, to all the kids who thought I was lame for picking to play as Gambit on the playground instead of then fan-favorite Wolverine like everyone else, this episode and his epic goodbye was just amazing. I think anyone wanting to do Gambit justice in a film or solo movie/series should watch this episode and take notes. While most of us hope to die peacefully in our sleep at a ripe old age, I think going out like a total badass hero is a close second and Gambit achieved that. I'm sure it'll get fixed eventually, but I think Genosha (when they rebuild) should have the Magneto and Xavier statues back up, but also have a giant one of Gambit as well.

And speaking of Magneto, having him have flashes of his childhood and embracing the Morlocks (especially Leech) at the end was just more piled on emotional damage... and apparently this is just the tip of the iceberg for this season according to the writer/showrunner. I guess the writers know their audience is probably mostly 80s and 90s kids who grew up with Bambi, Land Before Time, NeverEnding Story, Gremlins, and all the other emotionally damaging "kid" content we were exposed to back in the day. Do I need this level of trauma or PTSD as an adult? No. But I'll keep watching.

#x men 97 #gambit #rogue #magneto #gambit and rogue #and yes it was great seeing Nightcrawler but why here and now?#also all the romantic drama. love triangles and trapezoids and what not #this episode was one part daytime soap opera. one part political drama. and one part epic anime end of the world battle with stakes.#I was not prepared x-men '97. not prepared at all #so many more thoughts but I'm trying to minimize these long posts yet I'm failing completely

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cosmic-kaden · 2 days

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A H E M

Guess who is finally out of the crush zone? >/////> He's only been in there for 2 months. I have LORE, I have a PLAYLIST. Lord so help me I LOVE this goofball-

Hey if you aren't a self-shipper dni. I have anxiety lol // self shippers this is okay to rb! I'd love to know your thoughts on the new ship! :D its been a long time coming! (so long as you're not a dick. I dont do critic stuff here cause its self ship lol)

Lore? Lore. (I use his first and last name interchangeably for obv reasons lol)

Kaden met Adam on their birthday. Kaden was out with a group of friends but things went sour when Kaden's ex showed up. There was a huge fight that broke out and basically it ended with Kaden ditching their own birthday party to go cry on the curb because their friends ended up hanging out with their dumbass ex.

That's when they met Sackler. He didn't acknowledge them at first. He sat right next to them at the curb but when he did speak he said something that made Kaden scoff and give him a look of disbelief.

"You look ugly when you cry."

Kaden thought they were already having a horrid night who the fuck was this guy!? Kaden called him a douche bag and smiled a little because they honestly weren't expecting him to say it. He followed up his last statement.

"See now you have a very beautiful smile." smooth bastard.

Eventually Kaden and Adam started talking at that curb side and ever since then they hadn't stopped talking but it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows for them. Kaden learned about his past and the type of person he used to be.

Adam was a player- a big time one, they found that out when they ran into his previous ex's Hannah and Jessa. Kaden made a snap judgement. 'don't fall in love with this guy.' Which of course ultimately failed but they never revealed it to him out of the sheer fear that he would turn them into a one and done.

Eventually Sackler admitted that he liked Kaden way more than a friend and Kaden tried their best to reject him but he knew that they liked him just as much if not more than he liked them.

Thus a relationship formed with the two. It didn't end well.

Kaden had trust issues from the get go and Sackler of course was pissed off whenever Kaden started to feel paranoid and that caused tension between them and Kaden made the decision that they shouldn't be together anymore.

During their break they remained friends, very close friends but there were moments of awkwardness. Adam hadn't moved on and secretly, neither did Kaden but they didn't want to get back with him, not when there was distrust.

Over the time of their new friendship(about a year and a half) Sackler stayed consistent, he really did reinvent himself. Kaden was worried that when they split up he would just go find someone else but he didn't. He did a lot of self reflecting and acknowledgement to all the shitty things he's done in the past and how much he had hurt others because he wasn't emotionally ready to take serious steps. Kaden was impressed.

Kaden didn't leap at the chance to get back with him though. They wanted to make sure he was being serious. Which to Kaden's surprise, he was.

One night they were walking down a familiar spot and Adam grinned running over to the side of street, sitting at the curb and patted the spot next to him to which Kaden followed and sat down. he remanences on the past.

"Remember you sat there, I sat here?"

"You said I looked ugly when I cried."

"Made you smile though."

They shared laughter and smiles about their past when Adam moved closer to them, he wrapped his arm around them, he kissed their cheek and spoke.

"I don't know if you'll ever trust me but I can't life without you, you know? You're allowed to feel what you feel and I'll always be here to remind you that I'm not the person I used to be. I'm not going anywhere. Friend or lover. You're stuck with me.. weither you feel the same or not... I love you"

Kaden lowering their head as Sackler embraced them, his head resting on their shoulder, they seen so much growth and change in him, they knew he wasn't that person who he used to be. They couldn't deny that he wasn't that person anymore.

"I love you too.. " Kaden ended up whispering, they refused to look at him and confessed that they never stopped loving him. They broke down and Adam made them look at him.

"You're pretty when you cry." he smiled "You're pretty when you smile.. and laugh.. you're pretty when you're sitting around doing nothing...you're just so pretty. Beautiful...."

Kaden's lips tugged into a smile and he closed the distance, sharing a kiss that felt brand new as they sat at the place where they first met.

"Happy birthday~" he hummed against their lips

From that day forward, they learned to communicate better, they had trust, friendship, love, he was their best friend and they were his rock, keeping him grounded when he needed it.

#[ugly sobbing] IDGAF if people aren't interested in this ship. It's been a long time coming and I adore this ship! that's all that matters!!#LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE ITS HAPPPEENNNINNNGGGGGGGGG <333 #I LOVE THIS SHIP ITS MESSY AND ROCKY AND THEY HAD TO LEARN AND GROW AND AHHHHHHHHHH #Sackler 💞#I'M GOING TO WORK ON THE MOODBOARD FOR THE PLAYLIST NOW!!! AHHHHHH LDJFDSLFKJD #My favourite bad habit;

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