#and his rainbow colored cupcake

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Rebels Rewatch: "Jedi Night"

Right, just going to go ahead and pass around the boxes of tissues.

Live reaction version.

And here we are at last. The entire latter half of the season had already began shifting at "Rebel Assault", but here the shift becomes permanent.

From the promos and synopsis put out before this episode, the genre-savvy among us could kind of already tell what was coming. But it was still devastating.

All right, enough stalling, let's get into it.

Aww man, this is the same spot Ezra sits in the finale isn't it?

Dammit we're barely ten seconds in and I'm already sad.

The Loth-wolf theme is heavy over this scene as Kanan is bombarded with an audio portent and foreshadowing of things to come in the WBW.

"You want a ride?" "The Jedi Temple is in danger." "Kanan, you haven't gotten me a present since we met." "You can learn what it truly means to be a Jedi." "You didn't prepare me for this, Kanan." "There's something I need to tell you." "I know I can always count on you."

Kanan hears mostly himself, and the two most important people in his life--Hera and Ezra. He hears Ezra's despair at losing him, and his resolve in entrusting his life and mission to Sabine. He knows the Jedi Temple is in danger. He's connected deeply with the wolves at this point, and either knows or at least suspects what he and Ezra will be asked to do.

This is probably where those extra episodes explaining Kanan's backstory and connection to Lothal would have come in handy. As it is we get the mysterious voiceover dump and have to piece things together after the fact.

What I think makes the most sense is that the Loth-wolves stopped Kanan from going to rescue Hera last episode precisely because--connected deeply as they are in the Force, associated with the WBW--they could see ahead to the potential futures of that course of action and knew that if he went after her, he would die. No matter what he did, no matter which way he moved, one way or another, it would happen. So they warned him. They showed him why lay ahead.

If you do this, we cannot save you, they told him.

And that's why he spends so much of this episode trying to mentally prepare the others, especially Ezra, for his absence.

Because the wolves still a Jedi to save the Temple from Palpatine's evil intentions.

Kanan is resolved in his purpose: He's going to save Hera. He's resigned to his fate: He will trade his life for the chance. And he's determined in his resilience: "Then I will make it count." He won't just make his death a meaningless sacrifice. He will ensure the completion of her mission, honor her by fulfilling the end goal of her failed attack. He will save Lothal by destroying the fuel pods and bringing the factories to a halt. He will give his life for Hera's dream.

Kanan proves in the end that he understands how to love without attachment. (Also why he makes Ezra formulate the plan, because he knows his feelings are compromised when it comes to Hera.) He will not cling selfishly to her. He will free her and then let her go and then let his own life pass away. He will take his place in Hades, and then teach Ezra how to grieve. Because Ezra won't be able to save him.

Because you can't go back down into Hades to retrieve the ones you lose.

“In mythology, if you go to Hades to get them back you’re not doing it for them, you’re doing it for yourself. You’re doing it because you don’t want to give them up. You’re afraid to be without them. The key to the dark side is fear. You must be clean of fear, and fear of loss is the greatest fear. If you’re set up for fear of loss, you will do anything to keep that loss from happening, and you’re going to end up in the dark side. That’s the basic premise of Star Wars and the Jedi, and how it works."

George Lucas, Mellody Hobson George Lucas - Virtual Speaker Interview, 2021

I love this shot, Ezra entering lightsaber-first, a visual emphasis on the fact that they are Jedi, and the Force requires much of them. Much sacrifice, much compassion, much selflessness. To whom much is given, much is required. With great power comes great responsibility.

All that jazz.

Kanan is preparing Ezra for the greatest responsibility he's going to have, to be asked to do what is right regardless of what it will personally cost him. And he's about to become a very painful object lesson.

He also talks like he's been given multiple visions of the future and is arranging things specifically so that they'll fall out in a specific way. It mirrors how Ezra speaks in the finale--If Thrawn shows up too soon, then this path, if he doesn't, then this one.

Some very painful paralleling that you don't realize the first time through.

Ezra's a bit uncertain at first, but honors Kanan's request, and gets started formulating a plan to get them into the Capital.

OH HEY WOULD YOU LIKE TO DESPISE PRYCE A BIT MORE?

Conducting the interrogation personally in her own office is quite the flex.

Once again paralleling to the Season One finale, another character comes in to start the questioning, and gets awfully personal with the digs, bringing up the interrogated party's painful past and history. In this case, Thrawn has brought Hera's kalikori down from its pedastel in his office on the Chimaera--that "place of honor" he promised her--in order to rub it in how he's deciphered the cultural meaning behind it.

Really leaning in hard on those icky cultural appropriation vibes aren't we, writers? Let's be clear, it's not that Thrawn was curious about Twi'lek culture and researched what meant what on a kalikori that's so gross, it's that he did so in order to learn more about Hera specifically so that he could hurt her more personally, namely by taunting her about her dead brother. It's the context, not the curiosity.

Thrawn is an Imperial warlord and only comes into contact with these cultural relics because he's a member of the tyrannical force currently oppressing those cultures. If he really respected or cared about them as items important to the people the Empire was conquering, he should leave them in their damn place. OR, if destruction of the relics at the hand of the Empire was inevitable, he should save them from that destruction and then be finding a way to give them back to the people they belong to or the closest equivalent. Instead he hoards them in his own art gallery to dissect and study to glean more insight into the cultures, so that the Empire might better defeat them.

Yeah no, the staging parallels to the Grand Inquisitor are super 100% on purpose and deliberate.

Also! Because I like ruining people's days, would you like some more Fridge Horror that you may or may not already have seen if you've been following me?

IT-O droids monitor prisoner vitals. Heartrate, blood pressure, adrenaline, other hormones and physiological markers. Hera's already pregnant at this point. Possibly far enough along that the IT-O was able to detect it.

Thrawn and Pryce might knowingly have tortured a pregnant woman.

~You're weeeeeeeeeelcooooooooome.~

Love Sabine whacking Zeb and shushing him to not interrupt Ezra as he's meditating and sensing out.

Also this look. <3

And also the soft conspiratorial smiles between Ezra and Sabine as they vibe on the same wavelength in regards to this plan.

The Kiners go all out on the music this next scene, as we montage building the gliders and Kanan preparing to shave and cut his hair, fully reclaiming his identity as Caleb Dume, The Last Padawan, again.

Kanan's theme plays, in bright flute, with bouncy string accompaniment. It's ritualistic how he moves. Like a samurai slicing off his topknot. Luke's Theme crossfades in through his to mark the heroism of the moment, as the preparations are finished.

And thus begins a long series of hidden goodbyes.

"This is one of those times I'm glad the Force is with you." Zeb says, about how crazy the plan is, and Kanan just silently puts a hand on his shoulder, the last time the two men would ever speak.

(The animators also go all hell out, making this episode one of the most gorgeous yet put to print.)

Cut to our favorite blue asshole. And he's been summoned to Coruscant for a meeting of heads of state to quibble about budgetary proportions lol. Of all things to yank Thrawn away from Lothal, it's politics and bureaucracy, par the course. Thrawn seems offended and claims Palpatine assured him he supports the Defenders.

And while I'm sure Palpatine has paid a bit of lip service to Thrawn's face... yeah no sorry honey, Palpatine was always going to go with the Death Star thing, it's been in the works since before the Clone War broke out. The only issue is that it's sucking all the funding and resources of everything else dry because of the constant delays and problems (Krennic is apparently mismanaging to hell) so now they are considering ganking money from other various projects to feed it.

And that's just... SO like the government lol.

So exit Thrawn, straight into the Thrawn: Treason novel. And I am still SORELY disappointed that Zahn did not take full advantage of the fact that Treason was basically a Rebels tie-in in order to have Thrawn sloooooooowly losing his mind and patience over things dissolving on Lothal while he's not there so that by the time we get him back in the finale, his irritation and annoyance is peak comedy and perfect characterization follow-through.

"I was gone for ONE HOUR and you blew up my project???!??"

The gliders are telegraphed to us with a very slight sound effect, and the rigid wings. So it's amazingly effective at fooling the Troopers lol. Rukh on the other hand has probably picked up a whiff of Zeb lingering on the others so he's alert.

Aaaaaand hidden goodbye number two, frick my heart this one hurts. There's so much Kanan can't tell Ezra, lest the fear of loss cripple him and make him unable to act, drive him towards the Dark Side. Kanan needs Ezra to be able to function for this mission, so he just praises Ezra for being a good listener--a veiled admonition for him to continue listening to the will of the Force, to his instincts, to the wisdom of others, to the wolves--and tells him and Sabine, "May the Force be with you."

He entrusts their safety to the Force, and tells them to trust in it in turn.

"Ezra and Sabine have each other, they'll find their way home."

Oh boy, on this edition of "Terrible Rebels takes that make zero sense except to the perpetually offended", there were actually multiple people who complained about Hera's confession coming about as a result of the truth serum, and they were mad that her loopy state because of the truth serum was played for laughs.

To which all I will say is, shut up, Hera drunk on truth serum is hilarious. Maybe quit having such a stick up your butt about bad things happening to female characters and let them get in on the jokes and slapstick occasionally.

Heroic Main Theme here as Kanan makes his entrance.

About 90% certain the thing Hera wanted to tell Kanan here was that she was pregnant. I refuse to accept that time on the fuel pod as the first time she told Kanan she loved him. Does not make sense, rejected.

Not gonna comment much on the Kanan/Hera scenes, they're adorable and sweet and heartwarming and heartbreaking in hindsight but I will say this soft romantic cue that accompanies them is very lovely.

Pryce sounds more than a bit pissy that Hera got rescued right from under her nose. This leads directly into her recklessness later with the fuel pods.

Love Ezra and Sabine casually commandeering a gunship. "I'm the backup pilot, so I'm in the back." And the Troopers just accept that logic lol.

And the "something" Kanan needs to tell Hera is either that he knows she's pregnant (but maybe doesn't know she knows?) OR about his upcoming expiration. Too bad Rukh interferes.

Oh hey, another sad parallel, neither Jedi have their lightsaber for their moment of ultimate sacrifice.

Hgngnh watching all the pieces move into place for what I already know is coming is awful.

Still cannot get over just how polluted the streets are, look at that rust colored smog.

Lol Ezra's little fist pump, completely forgetting where he is a moment. He's so cute I love him.

Their teamwork in taking out the other Imperials is great too.

*watches the kiss, sighs with sadness*

You did not have to dig so hard into the mood whiplash guys. You really didn't.

All right, let's just... pull off the bandaid.

The animation, the music full of mournful male chorus and high siren wail, the muted soundtrack, the emphasis on Hera and Ezra, that Kanan is so deeply utterly in tune with the Force that his blindness doesn't even matter (which is what his eyes clearing up was, clumsily, attempting to convey) he can see them...

And then he's gone.

And how awful it was for Ezra, who literally just felt his bond with Kanan snap inside his head, to have to be the competent leader and shout at Sabine to, "Go! Go!". For him to have to be the one thinking clearly, because Hera is completely numb and in shock.

Sabine wiping her eyes as she flies them out of there, somehow still able to see through her tears.

And then a stark white and gray titlecard as ashen dust flickers down around the text.

:((((((((

Frick man it still hits hard. Looking back though, it was inevitable. The death flags were all there, the pieces all set up and in place. This wasn't done on a whim, this was meticulously thought out, to devastating effect.

I was never quite as emotionally attached to Kanan as a lot of other people in the fandom, and I'm also a grown adult, so Kanan's death, while incredibly saddening, was not nearly as emotionally devastating to me as it was to quite a few younger viewers. For a lot of fandom this was their first time experiencing a fictitious loss like that, of having a character, a person they had as a staple in their lives, suddenly leaving it. Leaving behind an empty hole.

And that's one of the reasons I have to respect the writers for doing it. They had a story they needed to tell--about loss, about dealing with grief, about how to pick yourself back up and continue doing the right thing, as a Jedi specifically for Ezra, and as a person for everyone else--and they knew they needed to give it the weight and gravitas it merited.

You can't cling to things forever. It's one of the core staple lessons of Star Wars, the "point of the prequels" to borrow a common if oft-misused phrase.

Loss will happen. Death will happen. Do not give into fear about it. Do not let your fear of loss drive you into darkness.

Give yourself time to process the loss. Let yourself grieve.

And then let go.

So I appreciate that the next few episodes are spent almost as if in a funk, the cloud of grief hanging over us as we process through our loss with the characters and then pick ourselves back up and return to the mission. Because the war isn't won yet, and there are still things left to do.

It is darkest before the dawn.

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[mo0nfairy]

ᥫ᭡ .  #  ۫  ,  ⸺  A HOUSE IN NEBRASKA  !  

summary :: mike schmidt did not realize the weight of his mistake before it was too late. when he had first met you, his baby sister's beloved teacher, he couldn't imagine ever leaving you. with his aunt's demands to see her niece, however, he had no choice. now, a year later and two states over, everyday is spent suffocating on misery and memories. mike does not know how much more of this he can endure before he breaks.

word count :: 9.2k.

content warnings :: obsessive!mike, yandere!mike, fnaf movie spoilers, drugging, kidnapping, violence, stalking, & insinuations of s3x.

mike schmidt's yandere traits are . . .

obsessive, paranoid, & nervous

──── Everything is hazy.

Fuzzy. Blurry. Serenity in its sheerest form. The absolute definition of tranquility.

That April morning in Nebraska. The scent of sugar and crayons, the sounds of children playing outside, the scattered toys left on rainbow carpets. You're sat at the desk in your classroom. Warm light bleeding through the window behind you, framing you with flowering leaves and sunshine.

Across the room, Abby Schmidt sits on the floor. Her small fingers tap the glass enclosure where the class pet is. Mr. Cupcake, your iguana. Or, as you like to refer to him, your teaching assistant. His claws plunge into his food dish, copper-colored eyes scrutinizing his surroundings. Abby watches as the reptile chows on the fruit and foliage left for breakfast.

Sitting in the chair opposite your desk is Mike Schmidt. Sweat beads on his forehead, ineluctably distressed beneath your gaze. The suit he wore for this occasion juts uncomfortably into his skin. His fingers fidget with the trim of his tie. He looks at the woven basket of exotic butters sitting on your desk, wondering why he had gotten you such an aimless gift.

Mike is quiet, as usual. Austere, his permanent disposition. Despite his tireless efforts to express his thoughts to you, the words remain nestled in his throat. Conjuring any syllable in your presence is impossible.

You, however, do not have any wavering confidence. You reiterate the legal documents obligatory for Abby's complete transition to a new school. Noting how all necessities are now in your possession (albeit languidly, as Mike has been painfully trying to buy more time here), the relocation was complete. The obvious insinuation of your words, however, brings crippling dread like no other.

The last time you would ever see one another. Your goodbye.

Standing to your feet, you make your way to Abby and bend down beside her. You will miss your star student, as you have a soft spot for all the children in your classroom. In the process, you do not take notice of the way Mike instinctively reaches out to you. He's sure your touch would kill him, but it does not stop him from wishing for it. Even just a sliver of the precious rarity.

"I think Mr. Cupcake is going to miss you." Abby looks at you with wide, curious eyes.

"Don't tell the others, but you're definitely his favorite." That earns you a smile before she averts her attention back to the iguana.

When you stand, you find Mike breathing down your neck. Horrifically, as this memory still haunts him, he thought it'd be a good idea to hug you. And he practically throws his entire body weight on top of you. When you reject him by placing your hand on his chest, offering a handshake instead, fire spreads with your touch. Knowing he will never know what it feels like to hold you close to him is more excruciating than he is willing to admit.

Abby skips out of the classroom, an adorable pep in her step. At the same time, every step Mike takes from you feels like walking through an avalanche. Dragging him backward, begging to return to you. Almost as if it were his instinct, his body is trying to reject his advances of leaving you.

"Why do you always look at them like that? Like... Like they're a dinosaur or something?"

Abby's question causes Mike's brows to furrow. His feelings for you were certainly discernible. Even his young sister had taken notice of the odd behavior. Had he made it that obvious? He answers her with a weak, affirmative grunt. Too emotionally fatigued to find words to speak.

A sudden flare of biliousness deluges through his body. The hallway walls adorned with children's paintings have morphed into a colorful blur of vertigo. The floors disturbingly stretch in size, making the journey away from you all the more torturous. The suit he had tried to wear confidently sticks to his hot skin. Nausea squirms in his stomach like a dying cockroach. The room begins to spin, lights sway in his vision, and his knees fight for balance.

Mike hears his sister shriek his name before he falls to the ground.

One year later, Mike wakes from this same dream, once again.

Every night of this past year, he has dreamt the same thing. Your final goodbye and the sheer impact it took on him. It is a gut-wrenching memory, but he welcomes the echo of you with open arms. To feel your hand on his chest, see your eyes looking into his. This yearning heartache is the only thing keeping him alive.

For the umpteenth time, Mike faces the harsh, violent reality of his current life. Now, he is somewhere in Utah. Praying straight to God he'll somehow wake up back in Nebraska. Where he could see you again, where he could be happy again.

Tearing the headphones of his Walkman off, the song he had played on repeat comes to an end. He rubs his sleepy eyes. With newfound clarity, Mike shifts his gaze upwards. Taped to the ceiling is a drawing Abby drew. It's of you and him beneath a flowery altar, Mr. Cupcake as your marriage officiant. The picture aids him in his efforts to feel closer to you.

Mike doesn't even know how he survived seeing the drawing for the first time. Someone else validating his feelings for you and the realness of your nonexistent relationship was too much for him to handle. Even if it is a child doing so through a frivolous drawing.

When Mike shuffles over to place his Walkman on the bedside table, he skims over the assortment of clutter left there. Several bottles of sleeping medication had been indolently thrown onto the surface. The pills help his dreams feel more real, as though he were at your side once again.

A glance over, Mike's heart wrenches at the sight of the picture frame. Beside the mess of pills is a photograph of you he had torn from Abby's yearbook. As if you were watching over him while he slept, reaching out to him in the presence of his dreams. It's a comforting thought of his, to imagine you watching over him. Like his personal guardian angel.

Surely, he would prefer to have you physically with him, instead of just relying on these fantasies to hold him over. His stomach flutters at the mere idea of you being in his bed with him. Mike feels empty without your warm weight beside him.

Laying against his chest, huddling up to him for an early-morning cuddle before the day starts. He would ensnare his blanket around your still-sleeping form. He'd press ardent kisses to the top of your head and inhale the aromatic scent of your signature soap. Massaging his hands across your back. Caressing the balmy flesh of your body. It is the physical manifestation of nirvana brought directly into his palms.

Mike shakes the thoughts out as quickly as they come. So cheesy... What on Earth is he doing?

Although he has tossed around the idea of giving in and leaving Abby in their aunt's care, what kind of man would you think him as if he abandoned his family? And if he were to take Abby back to Nebraska, Social Services would surely hunt him down. The mere idea of being locked behind a prison cell is terrifying, but the prospect of never seeing you again provokes terror like no other.

Mike's head pounds as these thoughts haunt him. Reveries of brighter days in your presence, trepidation of being separate from you forever — this is how every morning usually begins. His dreams nestled in a nightmare. The chaos in his head brings him to where this story had begun altogether.

February. Two months before the last time he would ever see you.

Jane had demanded Abby live with her in Utah, threatening legal action in the process. Mike had no other choice but to succumb to her orders. It had begun as a minor inconvenience, considering his life in Nebraska was futile to begin with. However, it would soon become the worst decision he has ever made. He knows he should have fought harder, but Mike hadn't met you until after he verified their relocation. It wasn't until he had stepped foot into your classroom for the very first time had he realized the weight of his mistake.

With the start of his shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza approaching, he struggled to bring these rampant thoughts to rest. Resentfully, Mike rises from his bed. The sun has begun to set and his unsatisfactory power nap has come to an end. He trudges over to the foot of his bed and begins his usual set of push-ups. Triggering adrenaline through his body is essential to his daily routine. It helps ease his brain from all the chaos. An area he is in dire need of assistance.

For a moment, his thoughts are blank. It is such an oddity, that Mike is left stunned. Having a silent mind is a privilege that is unknown to him.

And just when he thought he had found coherence, the memory of you comes sprinting at him from the shadows. Mere seconds of emptiness pass before thoughts of you invade his mind.

A week after your final goodbye.

His disposition has suffered from a harsh descent since then. Mike is now irritable and aggressive to anyone who even faintly nudges his buttons. Snapping like a feral dog. Rough like a calloused hand.

Acknowledging weakness has never been his strong suit, but Mike is not a fool when it comes to how he feels around you. The overwhelming nerves stirred together with unwavering devotion make for a sugary-sweet, poisonous concoction. Something he could get drunk off for years to come.

Although his mind is stained in consideration, he cannot storm through the school doors and take you with him to Utah. Merely standing in your presence is enough to make him stop breathing. Contriving an abduction, one that includes you, no less, would fail miserably. And as he stated before, the prospect of being stuck behind bars and never seeing you again provokes terror like no other.

So, he gives in. He resentfully gives in to what his Aunt Jane wants and goes about his life.

There was only two more weeks before he'd leave his job as security at the mall forever. Mike meanders through the large expanse, actively averting his gaze from all the happy couples. Hands held together, eyes brimming with adoration, feeding each other ice cream. It never fails to make him bitter, which he prefers to assume it is because of how sappy the sight is.

He wonders what flavor of ice cream is your favorite, the look in your eye as he feeds you a spoonful. What kind of sweet words you'd give him and the way you'd blush when he drowns you in adoration. Within the safety of his mind, he has molded himself into the man of your dreams. You will just have to look past all the sweat and nerves to find him.

A flicker of movement captures his attention. Something strangely familiar in his peripheral. When he turns, his breath gets caught in his chest.

His wide eyes stare at you. Standing alone across the mall.

All Mike can do is gawk. Like a newly-born fawn, staring goggle-eyed and weak-kneed as he takes in the sight of the world for the very first time. A gasp of your name parts from his lips. He sways in his stance like a boat on the sea, his body melts like snow beneath the sunlight. Stood still in place, he feels that familiar sense of light-headedness return. He embraces the dizziness as a comfort, this time around.

Mike could almost laugh at this. At the same time, he could cry his heart out.

Of course, your roads would intersect. Of course, you would find each other in the end. Even when he had fully accepted he would never see you again, you return to him. Like a cloud of happier days, here to hide the torment for all.

And then, he's interrupted.

Walking uninvited into the scene is a stranger. A man approaches you, daring to drape his arm around your shoulder. Mike's eye twitches as he watches. The stranger then plants a kiss on your cheek, something Mike has wished to do since the first time he stepped foot in your classroom. With this man's hands all over you, the two of you begin to walk away.

The word "heartbroken" was something Mike had never felt before. It was something he never understood. He only heard of the word through brainless movies, where he swore he'd never let himself fall apart like the dumb characters do. At this moment, however, that term is stamped all over him in thick ink. A vivid exhibition of all the good and bad you have done to him.

Without another thought, Mike takes a step. Then another. Before he is breaking into a full sprint toward the love of his life and the parasite latched onto them. It's as if a puppeteer was controlling him, grasping hold of his spine and snatching a fistful of nerves. He shoves past any shoppers in his way, a few losing balance and falling to the floor. His speed accelerates with every hastening step, growing closer and closer.

The stranger looks over his shoulder a second too late before he is tackled. The two fall into an adjacent fountain with a loud clamor. Mike's fist clenches, before it surges down into his face. Then, he does it again and again and again.

Again. Again. Again.

And again.

Grunting like an animal, Mike can't stop himself.

Fuck you. Fuck you. 

Fuck you.

Don't you ever fucking touch them.

It is blinding, how enraged he is. In a mess of blood and water. The mere thought of someone laying a finger on you boils red-hot rage like he has never felt before.

Someone ensnares their arms around him and drags him away from the mess he created. When the splashing water eases down to calm ripples, he finally looks over to you to ensure your safety and- who is that? A different person is standing there, utter horror plastered on their face as they watch the scene play out.

They have the same height, the same clothes, almost the same everything. But, now that Mike is able to scrutinize who he thought to be you, he realizes he was completely wrong. He had only formed a desperate personification of you from memory. What has he done?

The dread is soul-crushing as the weight of his mistake crushes him. Other bystanders watch in shock. Mike's fists are bruised red, his clothes are wet and stained with blood. What on Earth was he thinking!? All he ever wanted was to protect you! To protect you from men like that!

Mike's vision doubles and his body shivers. All he ever wanted was to protect you. The only thing he can think about is you and the sheer devastation you have rained down into his life.

This memory playing through his head is abruptly cut short. Mike is then forcefully shoved back into reality when his hand slips during his set of push-ups. He falls face-first into the carpet, grumbling from the harsh contact.

It is a vile memory to have, as it is the reason he lost his job at the mall and truly eradicated any chance of staying in Nebraska. However, it showed him how irrevocably devoted he is to you. How the feelings he has for you are completely and utterly real. Someone like him, who prides himself in being aloof and controlled, was capable of causing such calamity. All for your safety.

It was a terrifying revelation, but it soothed him in a way he had never felt before.

Michael Schmidt needs you.

And unfortunately, his feelings are not powerful enough to stretch into physical reality. Even though it feels as though they are capable of doing so, they cannot mold the world to bring him back to you. They cannot protect him from the inevitability of leaving his home and being dragged to Utah.

Now, he stands at the entrance of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Ivy grows amongst the bricked walls. Bright paint fades from years of neglect. Mike breathes in the scent of midnight brume as he unlocks the doors, trying once more to rid his brain of the thought of you.

The flashlight in his hands illuminates the inside of the pizzeria. Specks of dust permeate the air. Flashy arcade games are riddled with age. Toys on the prize shelf are covered in a blanket of cobwebs. The once gaudy carpets are caked with dirt. And those God-awful animatronics still stand on that rickety stage. Mike takes note of all these little things with a sigh. If this place was still alive today, he knows you'd adore taking your students here.

As his nights have been spent for the last year, he walks through the dilapidated establishment as usual. On the desk is a stack of chunky monitors displaying several angles of the pizzeria. The "CELEBRATE!" poster on the wall mocks him. He plops down on the adjacent swivel chair. The old fabric peels and the wheels whine from his weight.

Unzipping his ragged backpack, he grasps hold of the book he had taken with him, Dream Theory. Adjusting the headphones of his Walkman on his head, Mike then flicks the dog-ear over and resumes his reading.

God only knows how many times he has read this damned book. And every time he rereads it, he prays he can somehow find an anecdote for this torment. A magic step-by-step guide that will bring him back to you.

Despite perusing this book from front to back, he still searches for more. He hates being awake. He'd much rather be asleep, where he can return to you. Any second not spent with you, even if the moment is not tangible, is a second gone to waste. No matter what the circumstances are, he could only ever wish to be with you.

Lethargy hits Mike like a slap across the face. The book in his hands is now reminiscent of a brick. The song that plays on repeat in his Walkman soothes him like a mother's lullaby. All of these sensations embrace Mike; they pacify his brain and body of any unease. And with a few more leveled breaths, Dream Theory falls from his hands and he drifts off.

With a beat, he's woken up with a sharp gasp. This time, however, he does not awaken in the same dingy pizzeria. He finds himself sitting at a picnic table. Located in the very same forest he had lost his brother years ago.

Looking down, Mike finds he is dressed in the same hunter-green sweater and jeans stained with grass. His eyes scan around the expanse, searching for the faces of his family. He cannot find his mother, his father, nor Garrett. No one. Everything is to no avail.

There's a shuffle from behind him. He looks, only to find swaying trees and fluttering birds. And then, a voice.

"I'm sad to see you both go." The familiar cadence has Mike's head snapping back forward. He is struck with desperation.

There you are, sat across from him at the picnic table.

If it weren't for the campgrounds you were both at, this moment would be identical to when he first met you. In that same classroom, on that same day. Every mannerism and timbre of your voice is a picture-perfect copy of that moment. Same look in your eye, wearing the same clothes and bead bracelets your students made for you. Same everything.

It is a precious memory. To sit here with you feels so real, as though the heavens had answered Mike's prayers and brought him back to you.

"Abigail has always been a stellar student. I have no doubt she'll flourish in her new school."

Your smile makes his heart sink. Everyone always looks at him with anger. Not you, though. You're different.

"She does have a tendency to keep to herself. But, I think she'll adapt well to the new environment." He remembers every word from your mouth.

The emotions he was struck with when he first met you come back in a near-fatal rush. Irrepressible tension and rapture plunge through the barrier of his flesh. Practically a duplicate of the exact memory.

Going to a standard school meeting for his sister was an event Mike intended to do briefly. Getting it over as quickly as possible is his standard approach to most if not all, aspects of his life. This day, however, he was thrown in a whirlpool when he found himself wishing to stay with you. Leaving you felt like something he could not bear to endure.

Mike is abnormally pale, drenched in sweat, and mere seconds from passing out. You place your hand on his arm, inquiring him about if he was feeling alright. Hook, line, and sinker. Your mere touch sent him charging away from any perceived sanity he once possessed.

The strictly platonic concern you had for his well-being is addicting. To a point where Mike abandons all morals to indulge in these newfound feelings you give him. Once a poised man has now been reduced to a gooey puddle of sheer fervor.

All he can do is nod in response, completely entranced by the sight before him. You take his assurance hesitantly, before reaching into a basket of children's toys beside your desk. As this memory usually plays out, you retrieve a bear plushie. You then tell him of how it is Abby's favorite to play with and how you wish to gift it to her before your final goodbye. He agrees, of course. Nodding once more to compensate for his inability to speak.

In these woods, however, you show him that orange toy plane his brother treasured. His gaze remains latched to you as stand from the picnic table and walk away. To his utmost surprise, you then bend down beside Garrett. When you present him with the plane, he accepts your gift with childlike elation. He is quick to abandon his recent endeavors in favor of playing with his new toy.

You stand on foot, watching with an adoring smile as the young boy takes off. Mike watches you. An emotional, muddled intensity in his eyes.

"This isn't... This isn't how it happened... This isn't real." In his state of confusion, Mike has found the ability to speak.

He captures your attention and your gaze reverts to him. In response, his mouth goes dry and all coherent thought vanishes. Just one look from you and his entire capacity to speak is robbed, once again.

"But, it could be... It's what you want, isn't it?"

You are correct. You have always been veracious and that attitude does not fail now.

So despairingly, Mike wants this with you. To raise Abby and Garrett together, he can only imagine the wonderful people they'd become under your care. Maybe you and him could even bring a few more beautiful lives into this world. He can only imagine how exultant his own life would become if this dream turned into reality.

The rest of his life would be spent with you in Nebraska, just like this. Mornings and nights spent together at the dining table, all delicious laughter and nourishing meals. He'll even let you bring that lizard, too!

Playing frivolous games in the backyard until the sun sets, dressing in ridiculous costumes to take the kids trick-or-treating, and helping them blow out the candles for every birthday cake. Hell, he'll endure the sweltering temperatures and screaming kids at Disneyland. Only if you're there with him.

And maybe after the bedtime stories and last tuck-ins goodnight, you and him can occupy yourselves with other activities. Mike is no stranger to these kinds of fantasies, after all.

You wouldn't fail Abby and Garrett. Not like he did. You could all be a family. Exactly like he has always wanted.

For a moment, Mike had forgotten how his life had inevitably turned out. He was so warped in the domestic bliss he could have with you, that he didn't anticipate how the next chapter of his life would manifest in this dream.

You are tackled to the ground. You fight, you kick, you scream — you do everything in your strength to get the man off of you. The very same man who took Garrett all those years ago.

Not a picosecond passes before Mike picks himself up, rushing to your safety. He intends to beat the man to a bloody pulp. His sole purpose on Earth is to protect you and ensure your safety, after all. In his efforts, his foot gets caught against the legs of the picnic table, sending him to the dirt floor. Mike is quick to scramble to his feet. His heart races a mile a minute; his eyes are blown wide in crazed worry.

When he stands, he finds that somehow within the few seconds spent on the ground, you had been shoved into the back of a car. You bang your fists against the rear window, pleading for him to rescue you. And that, Mike desperately tries to do.

He sprints after you in a blind, blurred panic. The sudden, swift movement of his body is painful, as though needles poke and prod at his skin. It is all he can see, hear, feel, think of. Losing you and the gut-wrenching devastation that would inevitably follow.

The car begins to accelerate faster and faster. His running pace gets slower with every step forward. Mike tries, God, he fucking tries, but you slip away from him like sand between his fingers. Just the same as it was when he lost his brother.

With his speed receding, his body loses all mobility and he cannot bear to run anymore. The harsh punt of his body falling to the ground pulls a grunt out of his throat. Mike whispers mantras of "I'm sorry," hoping that you can somehow hear his pleas. He prays that by some miracle, the man who took you will have a change of heart and bring you back. Sobs plunge through his chest. The misery seeps in like water leaking through a weak dam.

Consciousness comes back to him all too suddenly. A loud yell of your name erupts from him and echoes through the security room. Mike plummets from his desk chair and splats against the ground. His mind is still plagued by that scene, he is still racing to save your life.

Cold sweat drips from his head. His hands shake with a terrified tremor. He hyperventilates, as though he had escaped the depths of the ocean and were inhaling fresh air for the first time. Mike weakly props himself up against the desk, trying to calm himself.

An entire year of agony. Over 365 days of absolute Hell. Living without you has tortured him in ways he never thought was possible.

Sitting here on the filthy floor of this old pizzeria, Mike finally waves his white flag. He has given up. He cannot do this anymore. It is more than he can handle.

And without so much as another breath, Mike springs into action.

Max is surprised to see him back home so early. Flustered and ridden with sweat, Mike explains how there is an emergency at work and he needs her to watch Abby longer. She obliges and accepts the hefty pay he shoves into her hands. He is driving away before she can process what has just occurred.

The song he plays every night in his Walkman blares from the car radio. Your song. The idea brings him ephemeral ease. A dash of excitement.

This is what his life is supposed to be and if all goes well, it's what it will be in mere hours. Mike's foot slams harder against the gas, doing what he should have done long ago.

All he has to do is explain himself. Surely, you will listen and understand this is for the better. You will see through all his stuttered words and irrepressible nerves. You will taste the sickeningly sweet devotion dripping from his mushy, candied heart. Surely, you will understand this is all for you. And of course, you will love him, too.

Hours pass like gusts of wind. The welcome sign of Nebraska passes in a flash. Mike remembers the route like the back of his hand. He'd never forget the roads that lead back to you, after all.

Dawn is moments from rising. The sky is a dark blue, covered in blotches of dark, orange sunshine. Mike pulls into the parking lot of your school where only one car is present. Yours. And of course, he parks directly beside you. The prospect of being close to you, even with something as negligible as this, sends a hot shiver coursing through his body.

Mike tries to soothe himself as he lets out a shaky breath. A heavy trepidation is nestled in his stomach, still mixed with that crisp excitement. Sweat cascades down his face. His dark, curly hair sticks to his forehead. Nothing can stop these feelings. He may try, but his scattered heartstrings stubbornly remain ensnared around his throat.

When he stands, he has to latch onto the roof of his car to catch his balance. Any passerby would think he was drunk. Being at an elementary school would certainly not help his case, either. Fortunately, the only people here are you and him. No one else. Just the way it is supposed to be.

The path leading to you is familiar. The trees blossoming, the chalk drawings on the sidewalk, and the scent of the early-morning breeze. It reminds Mike even more of how much he missed you.

His wet palms grasp the handles of the front entrance. He pulls, only for the door to remain locked in place. A few more desperate tugs and he watches as his ploy peels apart from the seams. The consideration of breaking down the door is only present momentarily, before any and all function of his is cut short.

The door is unlocked and opened. Stood at the threshold is you.

And with more intensity than Mike had anticipated, the euphoria only you are capable of conjuring comes rushing back.

"Good morning!" is all you say. Your expression is cheerful. Kind. Gorgeous, as you always are. Exactly the way he remembered.

Now that you are finally here, Mike cannot fathom how he had survived so long without you. The pieces of you sprinkled throughout his life are brought to revelation. Your name carved into his bones, your warmth threaded through his veins, your breath stirred with his every word. It is as terrifying as it is exhilarating. The fact he had not collapsed upon making mere eye contact with you is a miracle in of itself.

"Oh! Are you the new security guard? I wasn't aware we were getting a new hire." You break the silence, referring to the yellow "SECURITY" stamped on his vest.

You...

You don't remember me?

The words don't manage to escape him. Instead, you send him into a state of stupor.

The impact your words have on him is nothing short of surreal. When Mike had memorized every sliver of you down to the tilt of your jaw and the curve of your spine, you had forgotten him entirely. For the year he spent longing for you, he was merely a bystander in the background. An apparition within your mind. You do not remember him. And no words in the English language could express the lethal heartbreak.

It has rendered Mike speechless and his inability to speak fills you with unease.

"Please, come in." Opening the door further, you try and usher him inside. All you wish to do is escape this conversation and the fervid eyes of this stranger.

Gaze still glued to you, he grasps hold of the door handles. His unconscious brain still decides to take the weight off of you. Mike has no choice now, he must convince you to stay with him. To beg you to choose him, to remind you of everything you once had with each other. To show you what losing you has done to him.

When you turn and walk away, he tries to find his voice. Mike wants to express all of this to you, but his efforts are futile. He is frozen and can only watch as you leave him again. The opposite direction of your classroom, this time. Towards the office. Most likely to ensure he was actually in the system.

Mike does not take this choice of yours for granted. Gathering up whatever morsel of strength is still left in him, he takes a few wobbly steps. He stumbles through the dark hallways, clutching his hand over his heart as he walks. His rampant heartbeat does not calm itself, no matter his attempts to soothe it.

Upon practically collapsing into your classroom, a flare of fleeting ease envelops Mike. To be surrounded by you is absolute ecstasy. Paradise is personified through flamboyant decorations and the scent of strawberries and books.

He scans every detail of your classroom. The new drawings on the wall, the jumble of recently purchased toys. He sees the new changes you have made in the past year and is shattered to know you were not thinking of him at all. As opposed to every second of his life being enmeshed with you.

Mike soon finds your desk. The first and last place he had ever truly felt happiness. On the surface, some of your clutter had been left behind. Too cute. A colorful planner had been left open to this exact date. A few papers are sat to the side, where students' assessments are in the process of being graded. Most important of all, your thermal scattered with stickers sits on a pained coaster.

Mike knows he should not consider it, no less think about it. You just need to be reminded, that's all.

With a paranoid glance at the door, he takes the orange bottle of sleeping pills from his backpack. He swiftly pours out several onto the desk. Then, he takes a stapler you had left out of reach from children's sticky fingers, crushing the thin white circles into a chunky powder. Your thermal opens with a quiet pop! and Mike pours the residue into your drink. He uses the straw to stir it around for effective measure, trying to ignore the incessant urge to take your straw for... personal use.

A storage closet resides right behind him. Mike leaves everything on your desk as it once was and is swift to hide inside. He leaves the door open a mere creak, within perfect distance to watch his plan unfold.

The minute without you feels torturous, as though it had lasted a millennia. When the aching sound of silence is filled by a creaking door, his heart practically plummets. Through the small peep, you enter his field of vision. You trot over to the iguana enclosure. Saying a quick hello to Mr. Cupcake, before making your way to your desk. Oblivious to the uninvited guest just inches away.

You take a sip from your thermal. Mike cannot find air to breathe or the ability to function.

You take another. This is actually happening.

One more sip. Your pen scribbles on your planner.

You take a sip. It is a blessing straight from God you cannot hear the hyperventilated breaths behind you.

Then, another sip. Holy shit, this is actually happening.

As you work, you reach over to grab some sticky notes. Your elbow accidentally nudges your pen, causing it to fall from your desk and roll across the floor. You stand to retrieve it with a grumble before a sudden wave of lethargy envelops you. It is all too sudden and acute. You have to lean on the edge of your desk to stable yourself.

Before you can question the sudden fatigue, your body fails you. When you inevitably fall, Mike is quick to catch you. Hell, his arms were around you before your legs even wobbled. Slowly, and with loving attentiveness, he guides your limp body to the ground. The adrenaline inside him is so penetrating, that he does not have a moment to process the fact he is touching you.

With you fully unconscious, Mike knows exactly where he'll be heading next. Only now, he'll have an additional passenger with him.

He secures your unconscious form into the back seat of his car. Fastening your seatbelt and triple-checking they are in proper function. Mr. Cookie, or whatever his name is, is in the front seat within his cage. Moving his enclosure and necessities from your classroom was a hassle, as told by the bite mark on Mike's hand. For you, though, he would endure far worse.

With the birds beginning to sing, there is little time before the world wakes up and his intentions are jeopardized. Mike drives off before anyone can see what he has done. Not even he has fully processed what he has done.

Leaving your car, your home, and your life behind, he begins the treacherous and exciting journey back to Utah.

Every car that passes has him gripping the wheel tighter, foot reader to slam harder on the gas. He had already lost you once, he cannot lose you again. Mike does not play music, either. The sounds of your breathing is his new favorite harmony.

He casts a glance in the rear-view mirror every now and then. You're draped among the back of the car, cocooned in the numerous blankets he brought for this trip. Beneath the windows, your head is rested against a fluffy pillow. He even snuggled a few plushies into your arms. The sight is so gut-wrenchingly adorable, Mike nearly crashes the car with how painfully distracting the sight of you is.

This was the state he stayed in for the first several hours of the drive. Mindless driving on freeways, checking on you (as well as continuously cooing over your cuteness), and holding his breath whenever he passes through busy areas or cops. Then, he gets knocked off course.

With blurred vision, you can barely discern where you are.

Sunlight makes you squint. Your mind is messy. You can hear the rumble of a car engine, feel the vibration against your form. The blankets wrapped around you are suffocating. You peel them off from your body, a few random stuffed animals fall to the car floor when you do so.

Mike nearly snaps his neck with how fast he turns around. His efforts to take you away were frivolous, yes, but he was sure he had given you enough pills to sleep through the trip.

"Hey, you're okay. Y-You're okay. Everything's gonna be okay. Okay? Just don't freak out... Please don't freak out."

You do the opposite of what he advised. Little by little, the pieces begin to click together. Panic settles in your stomach like a fresh sheet of snow. Hyperventilating breaths leave your shaking body, accentuated by your frightened whimpers. Who is this man? What the fuck is going on? Tears stream down your face with every question that litters your mind. And every cracked sob you let out is a fatal strike to your assailant's fragile heart.

Mike is quick to comfort you, as you can always count on him to do such. And how badly he wishes to climb into the back seat himself and hold you close. Everything he is doing is for the better, you must know that. As scary as this all may seem for you, he will do whatever it takes to convince you of this truth.

He reaches his hand back to soothe you, only succeeding in the opposite when you cower away from his touch. Mike cannot hide how poignant your rejection is, he is shocked he hadn't broken down into tears alongside you.

"... Are you going to hurt me-?"

"I would never."

He answers without a sliver of hesitation. Your shattered, sugar-sweet voice absolutely destroys him.

The weight of his declaration is so immense that you could almost believe him. You should believe him, as he only tells the utter truth. The fact you have been drugged and shoved into the backseat of a stranger's car, however, convinces you otherwise.

Looking through the window, you take note of the rural area you're in. Nothing but miles of trees to comfort you. No distinct landmarks to help you navigate your location.

Mike oscillates between looking at you and the road. While he's occupied with the road ahead, you take action before thinking thoroughly. Sweltering blankets torn off of your body, you unfasten your seatbelt as silently as you can. You mentally prepare yourself for the turmoil up ahead. Then, within a matter of a single second, you unlock the car door and jump.

Debris slices into you as you fall deeper into the forest. The world becomes a blurred frenzy of trees and cloudy skies. Your frail body is drowsy from the drugs still pumping through your system. Your ribs ache, your ears ring, and you are covered in gashes. Still, survival is the only prospect present in your brain. You pick yourself up from the dirt and dash forward. Never looking back.

April puddles and fallen pinecones ruin your expensive work shoes. Fresh flowers are squished beneath your steps. There is no path you intend to take, you only wish to get as far as you can from that man. Poison ivy and low-hanging branches slash at your skin. You do not think, you only push and push and push. Anywhere away from him.

The second you had opened that car door, Mike slammed down on the brakes. The scream of your name hurts his throat from the sheer volume. To see you jump, leaving him again, sparked fear like no other. He does not even bother to turn off the car or close the door before he is racing after you. He cannot lose you again. He can't, he can't, he can't.

Mike barrels into the forest like a feral animal. He is met with a terrifying sense of déjà-vu. He's seen this movie before, he's heard this song a million times. This dream has haunted him forever. Just when he is inches from touching salvation, you will be snatched away from him. And he will have to watch as his life crumbles before his very eyes.

His legs grow heavier with every step. He screams for you until his voice goes raw. His lungs feel as though they may collapse into themselves. Still, his efforts to find you do not falter. You would have to kill him if you wished to keep him away from you.

A tree branch crunches.

Mike stops dead in his tracks. Listening.

There's a pained whimper. Quiet amongst the soft winds.

He dashes toward the sound. Swift in surging through the steep hills and overgrown forestry in his path.

While you were running, you failed to notice a protruding tree root. When your foot hooks beneath it and sends you tumbling to the ground, you try and scramble to your feet. However, the burst of adrenaline that had gotten you this far could not combat the lethargy still in your body. You lay on your back, exasperated with debility. Entirely paralyzed.

"Y/N! Oh, thank God!" Mike collapses beside you, all while you stare at the stranger in utter terror.

Dirt and sweat paint his body. Eyes blown wide and crazed, his hands reach for you. Fearfully searching for any wounds. One hand cradles your face, caressing your skin with his thumb. The other rests against your hairline, petting the expanse with tender intent. Cries of both relief and terror fill the empty silence. To lose you all over again is a horrifying prospect he cannot fathom the weight of.

"N-... No..." Your voice is weak. Barely able to crawl out of your mouth.

Fingers latched into the mud, you try to drag your body away from this maniac. Mike brings your attempts to a halt, hands still latched onto your body.

"I'll be good, Y/N, I will... Just-Just stay with me!"

Your assailant does not listen to your feeble demands. Instead, Mike wraps his arms around your torso. Further ensnaring you in his locked embrace. He buries his face into your neck and rocks your body back and forth. Trying to soothe you into another slumber. His sniffles are overpowered by his sharp inhales of breath. Consuming your scent.

"You're not leaving me. You're not fucking leaving me!" Mike bawls out.

He is now a complete mess. Face twisted with ugly sobs. All hot tears and running snot.

"Just sleep now, okay? I'm right here..."

Blunt nails dig into your shoulder blades. His weight on top of you is suffocating. Please just love him and never leave him. That is all he could ever ask for, all he could ever want. He has spent so long without the one he loves most, he cannot bear to ever part from them ever again.

With a choked groan, Mike lifts your limp body from the ground. Sniffling reassurances echo as you reach a state of unconsciousness. He lifts you over his shoulder and your body loses all mobility. As he takes you away, your mind fades into a peaceful rest. Escaping is now a pipe dream.

Faint sounds of shuffling are what you're next awoken to. Pipes bang and thump. It is far more quiet than your last conscious encounter.

Darkness pervades your vision. Your body feels weightless, as though you are floating through a dream. You cannot move, no matter your efforts to try. As if your limbs had been glued to the fluffy expanse you've been laid upon. All you are capable of doing is releasing a guttural moan of disdain from the back of your throat.

"Easy, cub. Easy now."

No.

The voice is fluffy and easy. Horrifyingly familiar.

This can't be real; this can't be reality. This cannot be what your life becomes: rotting away in this stranger's embrace.

You were granted several mere seconds of solitude before hands were on your body, once again. The grasp lifts your body, to where your assailant sits behind you and rests your back against his chest. His efforts are gentle. Comforting. Though, the movement still has you wincing in discomfort. You hadn't anticipated how many injuries you had given yourself.

Speckles of your sight return in short spurts. There is light against the darkness, everything is gold. Drowned in the hues of candlelight scattered around the room. The glow is cast against a fuzzy expanse, to where you could almost convince yourself you were in a dream. And my God, do you wish it was.

You miss the rich, headache-inducing colors of your classroom. The judging stares of other parents who drowned their homes in beige decor never felt more comforting. You miss the screeching children with their constant need for attention. Their dramatic tears and obnoxious attitude would bring you peace like no other.

Mike plants his chin against your shoulder and all you can think about is the beautiful life you have lived until this point. His arm slithers across your torso, tightening with vehement need. It is loving in the most suffocating manner. You then hear a bottle unscrew through static noise. shushes you as he presses the lid against your lips. Water cascades into your mouth and down your dry throat, all while Mike presses impassioned kisses to your temple.

"There you go. Very good... You're perfect..." His tone is cordial as he ushers you to drink.

As much as you had tried to fight his attempts to give you water, it has fortunately provided you more clarity. The environment surrounding you fades into something more lucid.

You've been swaddled in a thick comforter. Soft and floral-scented, fresh out of the dryer. The king-size bed is at the end of the room and provides you with a clear view of everything. The lack of windows and decrepit staircase tucked in the corner tell you this is a basement. Soundproofed and locked up, your chances of escape are minimal. He does not want to let you go, that much is for certain.

Across the room is a chunky television. Movie cassettes sit in the cabinet supporting the television, where a newly purchased GameCube is left beside, as well. There's a bookshelf to your left, which is filled with old novels and children's books. Nothing was bought recently. Is there a child in this house? Lego sets and puzzle boxes are stacked next to the shelf. You come to the chilling assumption that it is intended to be something for you to occupy yourself with when he's gone.

Much to your satisfaction, Mike leaves from his spot behind you. He guides you back onto the pillow with romantic, loving ease. A gentle caress to your cheek before he goes. As if he was your doting husband taking care of you while you are ill.

When you look to your right, your heart accelerates when you find your iguana enclosure on top of a rickety table. Thank God he is alright! You do not know what you would do if this man had harmed Mr. Cupcake.

As words have failed you consistently, you whine out like a baby to express your wants. Your assailant's attention is back on you at record speed. The persistent need he has to ensure your comfort is almost pathetic. Teary-eyed and pouty, you reach for the enclosure holding your iguana.

Mike's body goes rigid. A gentle gasp emanates from him.

Are you... Are you reaching for him?

He practically throws himself back onto the bed. Sat beside your laying form, he almost can't bring himself to believe it. His deluded fantasies have bloomed into existence.

"Yes? What do you need, cub?" Please say him. Please say you need him like he needs you.

Mike looks at you and his eyes melt into candy. A gentle smile plastered on his face, he brings his finger up and boops you on the nose. Affectionate is his natural disposition. You're too fucking cute.

Mike had wasted an entire year without you. Too much time spent neglecting you of his love. Oh, you must have been so lonely without him. This is all he has wanted, after all. To take care of you. To take the weight off your shoulders and bring you ease like no other. He will spend the rest of his lifetime making up for the lost time. He would spend forever for you, slaving away to earn your forgiveness.

When you firmly establish what it is you actually want, no amount of sleeping pills in your thermal cup could stop you from seeing how defeated he is. Your rejection cuts like a dagger. Anyone can see this genuine fact. Still, Mike abides by your request. He'd tear mountains asunder for your happiness, after all.

Begrudgingly, he leaves your side. He opens the enclosure with struggle. Too many notches and slots. When he takes Mr. Cupcake into his hands, the iguana squirms and twists. Almost as if the reptile grasped what was happening. He propels his tail like a whip, reaching for the hands around him with his sharp teeth. His nails dig into whatever part of this stranger he can find.

When Mike plops him into your lap, Mr. Cupcake relaxes instantaneously. You snuggle him into your arms and are provided comfort from him, as well. His scaly flesh and jagged spine abrade your face, but you have never known a more soothing embrace. You plant a myriad of kisses and adoring nuzzles on Mr. Cupcake's skin. At the same time, you ignore the third wheel standing there.

Mike watches this and is nearly sick with want. Never in his life had he ever thought he'd wish to be an iguana this bad. The things he would give and the things he would take to be on the receiving end of your affections bridges off insanity.

Averting his gaze, he cannot watch the scene anymore. He had never expected to be so envious of a goddamn reptile. Mike grants you the time you want with that prickly bastard and leaves the basement. You hear the tumultuous clatter of all the locks and bolts being put into place once he is gone.

The time without Mike is something you do not take for granted. Silence is precious, solitude even more so. During his absence, you reel through the supercut of your life. You cannot find this man in any of your memories. You do not remember that face no matter how hard you try. He is the bad guy, the villain. The very definition of 'stranger-danger' you teach your students about.

When Mike returns, all of that disturbed turbulence comes with him.

In his hands is a cracked dinner plate with spaghetti and meatballs splat on top. The closer he gets, the faster your heart pumps. Setting the plate down on the bedside table, he takes your iguana from your tight hold. Mr. Cupcake still thrashes in his grasp, trying to bite and hit wherever he can. Good boy.

When the beast is locked away, Mike is idyllic to be alone with you again. He acts as though the current circumstances were romantic, where you and him are enjoying an amorous vacation. He then places the meal carefully in your lap, wary of the hot plate burning your precious skin.

"You need to eat, cub. You've been through so much. Too much." Mike's hand finds your face again, thumb caressing your cheek.

His mere words make you want to vomit your breakfast all over what is supposed to be your dinner. Still, you obey and begin eating. The dish is mediocre, at best. You've tasted better from the kitchen play set where your students wear chef hats and cook plastic food. Kidnapped and trapped in a basement, however, you'll take whatever scraps you can get.

Eyes glued to your plate, you do not watch as Mike takes a movie from the cabinet and pops it into the VCR. "The Immortal and the Restless" whirs to life as he returns to where you sit. Mike lays down beside you and joins you beneath the warm comforter. He takes the fork from your hands. A shiver cascades up his arm upon the faint contact made by your fingers touching. Oh, it is love. He then begins to feed you. There is nothing but sugary madness in his eyes.

Bite by bite, you are forced to watch soap operas and listen to nauseating love declarations.

"I was so alone out there without you, baby."

If only you hadn't been so fooled by a security vest and pretty brown eyes, you could be with your students right now. You could be free right now.

If only.

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❝ PRAYING STRAIGHT TO GOD THAT

MAYBE YOU'LL COME BACK AROUND . . . ❞

no one asked for this but idc hehe.

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[lunaekalenda]

no panties

warnings: neutral gender fem bodied reader, semi-public, mentions of spit, fingering, oral f!rec, a really little moment of mutual mast. enjoy enjoy. a pretty long smut surprisingly.

Enter a sex-shop needed more valor than you expected. And, specially, having such a man smiling at you and asking if you’re okay, because you froze at the door, fully blushed and shy, playing with the leather band of your bag, thinking seriously about turning around and going back home even knowing everyone would look at you because of your strange behavior. But, once you’re here, what can you do?

Your best friend told you this was the most discrete shop of the city as soon as she discovered your desire to get — finally— something to spice up your nights, even when all the toys displayed on the shelfs as if it were cupcakes did had a lot of adjetives, but not discrete. “Are you alright?” he asks again, and your eyes collide with his. He’s tall, and the messy raven bun gives him an irresistible aura, just increased by his sharp and slanted dark eyes looking directly at yours. He was softly smiling as you nod and got quickly lost between the shelfs, unable to hear his giggles. You awakened his curiosity, he has to admit.

You don’t even know why you’re here, in any case. It was late at night when, drinking with your friends on a near bar, one of them, kinda tipsy, started to tell with lots of unnecesary details how good she spends the nights now that she got something for her to enjoy. All of them started to agreed until the conversation got fixated on the only one that said nothing. You. They convinced you to get one to spend the lonely nights. To discover yourself. And it wasn’t a bad idea, but you’re maybe the most shy thing on earth, and just reading the red sign outside of the shop brought all the blood to your cheeks. It took you a while to push the door, entering the shop with your gaze low and the sundress lifting a little because of the wind.

While you walk between shelfs full of colorful toys, the boy keeps an eye on you, the same joking side smile while his eyes follow your body between the shelfs. You’re pretty, he’s not gonna lie. You’re attractive, and the cute sundress you’re using adapts so well to your body he doesn’t even need to imagine how nice your curves must be under it. He raises a brow when you turn around, cute eyes looking everywhere, open with curiosity. He presses his lips together to avoid a smile when you get closer to a wand, discovering that it vibrates by proximity. He gives a couple steps back, eyes still fixed on your graceful body moving between the corridors and the expositors. You sigh. There are too many things, and you don’t know where to use half of them. He decides to talk to you, silently approaching you as he stands next to you, both looking to rainbow ordered shelf.

"Are you searching something?" the dependent asks, with a side smile and sharp eyes looking directly at you. You feel how every single vein of your body rushes the blood to your cheeks at the same time that your heart jumps inside your chest because of the sudden talk, and you look to the shelfs full of sexual toys in front of you, avoiding his gaze, while nodding quietly. You can hear his calm steps and he easily reaches the shelf. It's ridiculously taller than you, and you can smell his cologne softly on the air. He smiles again. "So, egg? bunny? magic wand? for couples? panty? bdsm?" he keeps the straightest face while listing all the types of vibrators he has in front of him. "Maybe you're more into sucker..." he looks to the shelf on his back and you stop him, softly speaking.

"I... don't really know which one I should use... I never had one." words escape cutely from your lips, as the boy can't help but smile softly. Even when he's used to do these questions, he finds it a hundred times more enjoyable with such a cute customer. Taking a couple keys from his pocket, he smiles at you wider. Godess, he’s so damn attractive.... It’s almost an offense to be this handsome.

"I see... I'll need to make you some questions in order to find which one suits you better..." He points the door behind the shelfs as he speaks to his workmate. "Taking the customer with me for the questionary." the other man nods as his brows go up and down. Once he passes, he makes you enter, closing behind you two. You’re quite nervous. You didn’t know there was a questionary for this things. The attractive man sits in front of you as his gaze analyzes your summer dress. It suits you so perfectly he can’t even look up at your eyes again. He obligates himself, clearing his throat. He makes you sit on a table before sitting in front.

“I’m Suguru, and I’m going to ask you some questions, so we can define what type of toy you should buy, alright?” You nod, blushed again. Answer sexual questions to this man must be some type of divine punishment. He takes his tablet out. “First, did you ever had sexual encounters?”

Wow, the first question and you feel already like disappearing from shame. You nod quietly a couple times. It was a long ago, tho. You think about adding that to your answer, but your voice seems gone. “Was it recently?” you shake your head, thanking the gods for the question of the man sitting in front of you. “Good…” He takes note of “Size: little”, but his head starts to think about that. A long ago? You look so hot and cute… He would definitely change that.

“Do you usually masturbate using fingers or any other thing you can take inside?” Damn, he was using such a vocabulary… Isn’t the room too hot? He’s secretly enjoying the way that your eyes find more interesting places to look at than his face. You’re so blushed… He has been also aware on how your legs press under the transparent table. He crosses them on his ankles, his chest touching the surface as he sits properly, closer to you.

“J-just fingers…” you say quietly, and he takes note of that too, bitting his lip under the thought of yourself, using those little fingers, crying out his name and begging for him. The images are invading his mind as his eyes soflty scan you enterely. He wants to cross the table and kiss you. Fuck, you’re so cute, so red and flustered… He can’t keep making those dumb questions. He stands up, walking behind you. Even when you thought his presence might be intimidating, his touch on your shoulders make you relax.

“You’re too tense answering this…” he whispers, as his hands massage you softly. They sometimes get closer to your discovered clavicle, quickly going up again. Your skin reacts with electricity as his hands keep going. “Relax a little, yeah? Or else, I’ll end making the practical questionary…” It was a lie. Not that he would take things practical, but yes that a practical questionary exists. He never got wild with clients, and less on the shop. But seems like there are first times for everything.

“P-practical?” you ask. You cheeks blush again. How cute. His hands go down, reaching your breasts. You sigh under his touch, even knowing that there’s fabric between his palms and your skin, but already feeling that good.

“Mhm. You know, getting to know your body language to different stimulations.” he coos near your ear, as you press your tighs together again. Of course, he saw that. “Are you interested, honey?” his voice sounds so smooth you can’t help but nod. The attraction feels heavier when he’s behind you, hands touching you as his voice guides your thoughts. “That’s it, how I wanted.” He walks towards the door, closing it with the key, as he comes back. His body is again standing behind your chair, where you can’t see him, as his hand wraps softly around your neck, and the other slides above your chest to squeeze your breast. “No bra, I see…” His gaze goes to your pressed legs, and, with a quick movement, he takes the chair away from the table, walking towards the front, bending over the chair, getting so close to you as if he was gonna kiss you. His fingers lift your dress and quickly take your panties waistband, taking them away with a fast movement. He licks two of his fingers until they’re dripping saliva, getting so ready to follow the explicit images that his mind has been creating for the last 5 minutes. He looks at the stain on your panties under your blushed gaze. Of course, you’re wet. Ridiculously wet. He wants to know how will you end once he’s deep inside you.

“Let’s see…” he takes them, putting them on his pocket, an excuse to see you again. Even when he doesn’t plan to give them back to you. He would probably use them later on the darkness of his room, maybe smell you on them, maybe wrap his cock with them as he thinks he’s fucking you. He gets hard just with the thought of what you two are about to do. His fingers are still wet when he presses them against your core. "You'll may enjoy simple things..." you feel two of his fingers inside, a torturing and slow circle motion while his lips are dangerously close to yours and your body arches on the chair, searching more depth and more contact with his body. You try to kiss him, getting closer, but he parts with a giggle, asif he was having fun with it. "Maybe just a plastic cock will help you, but why should we just ignore that I can fuck you better than that thing could ever?" he whispers as his fingers curve towards your walls. You let a long moan out as your hands grip his shirt, taking a satisfied smile from him. "Just see how your body reacts to my fingers… To only my fingers..." Without a word, he takes them out. Your moan turns sad when you don't feel them inside. He laughs a little. "Remember we're searching your adequate toy, hm?" He kneels softly, eyes shining with lust as he licks his lips, tongue being such a tease while it passes above his pink lips, leaving glossy spit behind. “What I thought when I saw you… Maybe a sucker goes better for you." Without more words, his lips capture your clit, sucking softly, making you tangle your fingers on his raven locks, bun messier than before, and your legs cross behind his body, unconsciously pulling him closer. He won’t say it, but he likes it. How your body presses him, wanting him deeper. It’s a sign of how good he’s doing it.

“G-god…” you moan, as your body arches towards his mouth. He wants to hear you. He wants to hear you calling him. Calling his name. Crying for him, begging. He fantasizes with your voice breaking on a moan. He parts with glossy lips, licking his fingers again as he puts two inside. Your cute eyes seem about to cry from pleasure as your fingers are still tangled on his hair. “Please…” you beg him. “P-please…”. Right were he wanted you. Godess, he’s so hard… An d you’re making him even more, every single minute that passes. His autocontrol is almost reaching the limit line, and he doesn’t know if he will be able to keep looking how you become a mess without exploding.

“You’re missing my name, baby.” he jokingly sings, as his fingers curve inside you, making you gasp for air. His lips trace your neck when you let your head fall back, tongue playing near your jaw as he bites sweetly all way down your neck, including your clavicle, as his fingers keep fucking you softly, slower everytime, almost forcing you to say his name. Your shyness disappears as soon as his fingers move so slow you need to move against them. He kneels again, mouth near his fingers, and you can even feel his hot breath against your folds. You close your eyes, mouth open as he smiles for himself

“Please… Suguru, please…” His tongue licks you again, fingers still thrusting painfully good inside you as your head falls back again with a long moan. He’s enjoying this way too much, how your pretty legs get around his neck to bring his mouth closer, and how you try to mute your moans by covering your mouth with your hand. You look so pretty and so damn hot like that, dripping wet for him as he takes every single drop on his mouth. You taste so heavenly… But, sadly, he has a more needy place on his body, achingly hard against his pants, twitching with every moan he hears. With an audible kiss, the boy parts from you as his fingers also leave your cunt, and you’re already missing his skilled tongue on you. He laughs, unzipping his pants, letting you see the bulge against his boxers. Like that, standing in front of you, half undressed, with his bun almost gone and his t-shirt messy, all his tall body above yours, he sees you so little. There, legs open and fluids and saliva staining your inner thighs, such a cute view just for him. His muscles tense when you stretch a leg towards him, bare foot touching his bulgue softly above the fabric. He can’t wait no more. Taking your leg by the ankle, he gets closer with a long caress on your skin, his other hand rests on the chair back when he arrives near you, body hunched over you. He whispers when he talks, breathy moans leaving your mouth as his hand releases your leg and plays around your wet inner thighs.

“The good thing about working on a sex-shop…” he whispers, opening the drawer behind your chair. “Is the insane quantity of free condoms we get from promotions.” as he says it, he takes an alluminium package out of the drawer. “Would you like to try to put it?” he says, a smile on his mouth as he takes away his underwear, burying his hand on his hair, trying to accomodate it. He’s huge, and your hand takes the little plastic almost trembling, under his patient gaze. “Open it slowly and take it out. I’ll prepare myself, hm? Unless you want to…”

You doubt but, as soon as you see his hand stroking softly, you put your cold fingers on the tip, a moan escaping his mouth. Your fist gets around it and you begin to pump it slowly. His hips begin to rock against your hand without him noticing.

“Please, put it already… I want to fuck you.” he moans. “You seem so tight… I can even feel how good you will squeeze me.” His voice is shaky as both your gazes are fixed on how your hands put the condom on him, his teasing your core again with a sigh, and, as soon as it is done, he takes your body, still using the summer dress, and sits you on the desk, cock perfectly aligned to enter in you with a soft motion of his hips. He does it slowly, he didn’t forget about the first question. Maybe it was the second? He doesn’t know. His brain is shutted off because of pleasure as he buries little by little inside you, until he reaches his end. He sighs and you moan, you’ve never felt so full. Maybe your fingers won’t work anymore from now on.

“Tight and soft… And so, so, wet.” he giggles when your nails get buried on his t-shirt. Using your legs, tangling them on his back, you ask him to move without words. You need him to move. “Hm? You want something, pretty?” You nod. “Use your words. I know you can do it!” he encourages you, even when you can’t put more than two words together and pretend they make sense. You order your words before speaking, voice sore from crying.

“Please, ‘Guru… Move, please.” His laugh is soft as his hips thrust inside you, cock sliding out before another motion against your body. Each one of them makes you moan higher and higher, as you hide your face on his neck and he keeps your legs open for him to fuck. You’re almost folded in two as he keps pounding, that lock of hair outside of the bun against his eyes as your breath and moans collide in one. He sounds so good, so deep and so lewd you want to hear him moan all afternoon. To make him moan.

“Good, baby, keep ‘em open for me.” his finger caress sweet circles on your clit, hand sneaking between your bodies as your lips kiss his neck’s crook, soflty bitting. His hips follow an amazingly sensual pace, waving against you as your gasps and whimes are higher, all of them transformed into love bites on his neck. Those ones are gonna leave a mark Geto will be more than happy to show everyone. He won’t cover them, why? He could brag all day about the best sex he had had in months. Your voice distracts him as a saliva thread connects his skin to your open mouth, eyes closed in an expression of pure pleasure. Geto would gladly capture this in a picture and save it for himself and only himself. Your voice surprises him. “Harder, ‘Guru.” he laughs, and his voice coos on your ear.

“Are you sure?” Nodding, you close your eyes soflty, feeling how he bites your ear soflty. “Good.” His hands push your body slowly, making your back meet the cold desk as you lie on the glassy surface. He would pay to see your ass against the glass, moving with every thrust he gives you, your fluids staining the transparent surface. His hands take your hips, lifting them a bit, as he thrusts harder and faster against you. His hands help your hips to meet his cock halfway as you’re a mess of moans and gasps, unable to do anything more than feel pleasure. Your back arches due to the extreme pleasure you’re feeling. He has edged you twice already, and you feel so close to cumming… And he does, too. His cock ached from being jailed in those pants, and he even caressed it from above the fabric while eating you. You are the best sex session he has had in months, and he’s so stupidly hard… he feels that, if you squeeze him once more, he’ll cum harder than ever.

You’re about to discover it as you cum with a long sigh, a beautiful moan that will be stuck on his head for a long time, that will haunt his mind while working, having a shower or getting a drink. Your cunt clenches and squeezes his hardness, making him moan and keep thrusting you through your orgasm, so in search of his own, wanting to overstimulate you to the point that his dick is pressed against your walls while he cums. He smiles when the thought hits him and he thrusts slower, but harder. “Mmm… good, good, keep squeezing,baby, keep being so tight… I’m so close.” he sounds so needy it makes you squeeze him harder. Your own hand searches your clit as he keeps thrusting, emptying himself with a long groan, letting his body rest on top of yours, mixing your breathes as his hips give soft thrusts against you yet, as your legs still tremble from the experience. He sighs. It was amazing. Both of you try to regulate your breaths as he helps you to stand up, making a knot on the condom and arranging his clothes and your dress. You're red again, but you want to thank him.

"Thanks... It was good." you whisper under his lovely gaze, while he makes a bun again. "B-but I still don't know what to buy... And my panties..." he interrumpts you.

"Come back tomorrow. With a dress. And, just as a recommendation: don't put panties under. You won't lost the panties, and I won't lose time taking them off your body." With a blink, he gets closer for a kiss, bitting you lip. "I'll wait for you tomorrow with more practical tests. and remember: sundress and no panties."

#jujutsu kaisen geto #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru x y/n #geto smut #suguru geto smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #minors do not interact #minors don't look #collab #suguru smut #suguru x you #suguru x reader #getou smut #this used to be a collab but i sent it a couple times and never got added to the masterlist or had any notice of it so uploading it as a fi #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

[noroi1000]

Ooh requests are open imma send u the lil idea I had in my head but not had the time to get to writing it. Schl sucks I agree it's not fun, hoping you survive it somehow tho

May I request a Gojo x reader where the reader likes sweets so they buy sweets, put them in the fridge and promptly forget all about it until they see the wrapper in the bin/want to eat and realise there's only one left so they demand to know why Gojo has been stealing all their sweets? Thanks!!

A fridge full of sweets

Summary: You both love sweets. You bought a whole fridge full of sweet delicacies for you. But you didn't manage to eat it because you always had other plans. You remembered about these sweets when you saw empty packages in the trash. Satoru ate everything...

The shelves that had so much colorful packaging on them looked like they were starting to shine for no reason.

Pink, yellow, red, blue, green packaging and all these. As if a real rainbow appeared in the store. A rainbow that fulfills wishes!

You've been craving sweets so much since the morning. That's why whenever you went to the store to do some basic shopping, your eyes didn't miss the shelf with sweets.

Cookies, jellies, candies, cake in plastic containers, muffins, donuts. Everything seemed to be looking at you and your soul was already strengthening at the mere sight of these delicious good things.

You had Satoru's money with you. And he will never be mad at you if you spend his money on sweets since for him this is the basis of his diet!

He even adds ice cream to Sake when he needs to drink it, but he doesn't like it so much that he adds vanilla ice cream to it to eliminate the bitter taste of the alcohol! At alcoholic parties he drinks melon soda, cola or orangeade!

You have a cupboard in your kitchen especially for sweets!

He bought you bubblegum and pudding flavored lip gloss because he wanted to feel sweet while kissing you!

You both like sweets. You love these sweet flavors that melt in your mouth!

After a few seconds of contemplation, your hands shot out to the colorful packages and you started choosing everything you wanted.

Everything you wanted to take could have been in the fridge. You want refreshing sweets today.

Citrus jellies, mochi, ice cream.

But you couldn't give up marshmallows, Pocky, chocolate bars and those adorable teddy bear cookies. Soft cake, cream and jams... These teddy bears are the ones Satoru likes. But you also like them because they have different flavors.

Later, you were completely ready, going to the bakery to buy muffins with various creams and cake.

You came home with bags containing mainly sweets.

And you looked at the fridge, stuffed to the brim and shiny with delicious-looking things.

Taking one cat-shaped cupcake with sprinkles in the shape of little cats, you closed the fridge to stop yourself from eating it all at once.

If you want to have a beautiful evening, you can eat sweets together.

The strangest thing was that your boyfriend didn't open the fridge right away when he came home.

He came into the house, greeted you, changed into his home clothes and started taking warm food out of his bag.

He came back from town bringing you your favorite food.

He really spoils you. He feeds you with the amount of food he eats. And he could eat all day long. Continuously. And he forces just as much food into you, even though his size outweighs yours. That's why you think he might have a bigger stomach too.

No... He has a black hole in his stomach. Everything he eats disappears as if it never happened and he can continue eating everything.

He clung to you on the couch.

And the next day he took you out to dinner in the city.

Then it happened again that you weren't at home.

The fridge overflowing with sweets hasn't been opened and you haven't eaten any of it yet. Fortunately, there was nothing that deteriorated very quickly.

But one day when he came home late, you were already asleep, waiting for him in bed.

But knowing this Gojo Satoru, he was hungry after working all day as a Jujutsu sorcerer.

That's why his hands reached for the fridge. And his eyes lit up when he saw the amount of sweets.

The smile on his face when he thought that you surprised him and bought all these sweets for him as a gift.

Maybe tomorrow morning he will play with you to thank you for these delicacies?

Your warm arms can wait. For now, he has to eat everything you bought!

All his bites are big. While eating one thing, he only thought about eating the next one. So he ate everything in order. All packages were open. The sour jelly sugar coated his fingers as he licked the cream from his lips after eating the last cupcake.

Long fingers landed on his tongue as he scooped up the sweet and sour delight of the jelly beans.

Will he be able to sleep after all the sugar he has consumed? After coffee bars?

This is Satoru! Someone who has been eating sweets for so long that they have become addicted to it! Someone for whom sugar is not difficult! He can gorge himself and half an hour later he will be hungry again!

You may have already gotten used to your personal hunger at home.

Luckily he can have millions of yen for food!

The empty wrappers of all the treats were thrown into the trash can when he finished eating. And he didn't even want to go brush his teeth to hide all the traces.

They were sweets for him from you, weren't they?

But no one else could eat it except him and you. You two live together.

You felt the bed sink next to you and he climbed into your arms, giving you a kiss on the lips.

Why did you feel the taste of chocolate and cream on his lips, but the inside of his mouth tasted like citrus jelly beans?

You were so sleepy that you ignored it and went back to sleep. After all, you always felt more comfortable sleeping in his arms. You slept better.

But you slept too well. That's why you needed to wake up first thing in the morning. Sweet coffee and coffee bars... It was your dream.

You remembered that you put this package on the last shelf in the fridge.

You took the cups and prepared the milk and sugar.

While the coffee machine was pouring delicious fresh coffee into your favorite mugs, you walked over to the fridge.

Rubbing your eye, you blindly reached for your bars. To not find it.

You opened your eyes to look for it.

And you saw an empty fridge that was already full yesterday!

There were empty fancy packages in the trash can.

There isn't a single candy bar...

Only a package of peanut candies left...

Clenching your jaw, you walked to the bedroom, knowing who the culprit was.

That's why his mouth tasted like citrus jelly beans and chocolate!

He ate it all!

All your sweets!

Even kitty cupcakes and teddy bear cookies!

You saw a white-haired giant stick insect who was too muscular to be a stick insect lying in bed with his belly bare because of his shirt that had rolled up.

You bluntly threw the cold wrapper of peanut candy onto his half-bare chest.

He jumped up from the sudden impact and cold and looked at you like he was having a sudden panic attack.

If you poured ice water on him, he would look even better! It was revenge!

"Mochi? What?" He exclaimed, looking at your furrowed brows.

"Why are you stealing our sweets?! You ate everything!!" you shouted, your hands clenched.

"Baby baby! I was hungry! But since the fridge was full, you bought it for me, right?"

"I bought this for us a few days ago! But you ate it all!"

He quickly stood up, placing his hands on your cheeks as you looked at him like a disappointed child.

He fed his adorable baby (you) with pancakes that he made.

Two towers of pancakes for you. And as a punishment, not one for him.

#jjk x you #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo #jujutsu kaisen

[rfsmith]

When Poppy and Branch start to have some problems during their romantic relationship Poppy starts to freak out.

Similar to the second movie where they become out of sync during their friendship, they’re going to have problems during their romantic relationship too. It happens.

At first Poppy and Branch both have their own moments of “what’s going on here?” And try to excuse themselves to figure out why they’re not lining up anymore with their thoughts or ideas or suggestions on things. It starts with something small like picking a flower color for an event then snowball into an argument over the cake flavor.

Branch would have an epiphany from someone that even in the most synchronized relationships where everything and everyday seems perfect, there’s always a pebble to trip you. That’s what they’re having, there’s something tripping them and it’s not about what that thing is, it’s about how they react. It could have been a small thing where they both laugh it off and he lets her pick or she lets him, but they chose to freak out over no longer reading each others thoughts.

Branch realizes it’s growth in the relationship, that yeah they fight sometimes, but becoming disconnected from each other for a bit is a good thing cause it’s a reminder they’re their own troll. Just cause he knows her every favorite song he has to listen to it all the time to make her happy. He can pick his own songs too, even if they’re sad.

All the while Poppy is having a freak out of her own because they’re not suppose to fall out of sync. He’s her boyfriend, her future prince consort, her future husband, they can’t fall out of sync. So she just agrees to everything Branch says or does even if she doesn’t agree or like it to try to force themselves into being in sync again.

Causing a massive ball of confusion for those who know Poppy very will, she’d never pick tree bark flavor biscuits over double rainbow raspberry cupcakes, what’s really going on? She’s drives herself crazy because everything he’s picking isn’t something she’d pick, but she doesn’t want to risk them breaking up because of their differences showing again. Honestly, she’s just a very worried girlfriend because she really really loves Branch and doesn’t want to lose him over something like the color of tomorrow’s banner. Which he thinks is dumb anyways so he picks a random color of brown.

Branch does catch on though and stops her from agreeing to everything. Saying they just need to talk it out, but she kinda doesn’t want to because that means possible break up? Really it’s her own insecurities coming up since she felt heartbreak from Creek and she’s worried Branch might do the same, break her heart not feed her to Bergens.

After a while, they both realize it’s just a bump in the road and they don’t need to fall down into a rabbit hole of being worried of being out is sync cause that means they’re both growing. Branch is becoming more of a troll that takes part in the village who now likes double rainbow raspberry cupcakes, and Poppy realized that Tree Bark Biscuits aren’t so bad. (With enough sugar put into it.) Their always favorites aren’t going to be their always favorites, it could be always for that moment, but they’re getting older and learning to appreciate the others taste and change and they have to learn to accept it or not.

Sorry I’m rambling now, bbbyyee!

#this sounds like a possible premise for the fourth movie #broppy #trolls branch #trolls #trolls poppy #trolls headcanons #dreamworks #queen poppy #trolls headcanon

[bloodybobbysawyer]

Fun Repo Facts

(Credit to my homeboy @leechwoman on TikTok for some of the Pavi ones - check out her cosplays!)

Fun fact, none of the Largo siblings share the same mother. This was confirmed by Luigi Largo on Twitter.

Luigi-

His favorite singer is Frank Sinatra

He has an ascot color-code (for example, he wears red when he’s going to bang a woman he actually likes, blue for everyday, grey for events.)

He’s a huge neat freak.

Luigi’s favorite desert is Gelato.

He hates green mugs.

Regardless of how Rotti treats him, he adores his father.

He is straight, but has confirmed that he would participate in gay ‘relations’ if he found someone worthy enough.

His official Twitter is @LuigiLargo

He loves “Girligis” - I think this means women who cosplay female Luigi.

He won prom king in high school, but Pavi won prom queen.

Luigi would kill or beat anyone who insults or hurts his sister.

Pavi -

According to his MySpace, Pavi makes 🌽 movies.

One of his heroes is Dorian Gray.

Pavi wears women’s faces because he had a botched surgery on his normal face.

He likes the band Depeche Mode.

Pavi is afraid that his tattoos will wash off in the shower - and his brother confirmed him to be a crybaby.

As most of us know, Pavi uses his accent to cover up a stutter.

Pavi confirmed his bisexuality on his MySpace.

Pavi’s official Twitter is @Pavi_Largo

He has a massive crush on Ongina (the drag queen.)

Pavi’s favorite Christmas carol is “Baby, it’s cold outside.”

Pavi loves cupcakes - with rainbow sprinkles (Twitter confirmed.)

Amber Sweet -

She has multiple puppies, her favorite are Pomeranians.

Amber despises caramel pudding.

Her official Twitter is @officialmssweet

She has a huge thing for the Repo men.

Amber has a psychic!

She actually really likes Shilo, and has asked her to go shopping.

She has never seen a rabbit (until one somehow got into GeneCo tower.)

In the film, her original name before ‘Amber Sweet’ was ‘Carmela Largo’.

Her name in the OG stage play was “Heather” and she was supposed to be Luigi’s daughter (who used to be called Luci).

Until the movie, Heather was intended to be Chinese.

#repo! the genetic opera #amber sweet #blind mag #nathan wallace #pavi largo #rtgo #shilo wallace #zydrate #graverobber #luigi largo #r!tgo

[lively-potter]

—moon struck ; part three

— genre ; strangers to friends to lovers, kinda grumpy x sunshine, fluff, angst, smut, angst with a happy ending 🥹

— warnings ; body insecurities ( mentioned ), eating disorder ( mentioned ), oc deals with a severe amount of anxiety and panic attacks, violence, smut ( later ), FLUFF, love struck jungkookie 🥹

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— word count ; 1.5k

— intro , part one, part two

— 2024 © LivelyPotter

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

***

river's pov ; the next day

I liked having a sense of complete control over my life and the things I did.

It wasn't completely true, but I pretended I did anyway.

Carefully holding the icing bag, I gently squeezed the bag and started moving my wrist in a circular motion to perfectly swirl the rainbow buttercream icing along the outside of the red velvet cupcake, I smiled to myself.

I had complete control when baking and decorating delicious treats – sometimes I messed up the measurements, but that was rare.

Poking my tongue out, a gesture I did to steady myself, I carefully crafted petals along the inside of the rim and soon enough, I had a perfect rainbow-colored flower.

"Oh damn!" a familiar voice exclaimed from behind me, making a squeak leave my lips the moment my brother, Brandon, reached in front of me and snatched the final cupcake from my hand. "These look good, Pixie–Mhm, and taste good too."

Cringing away from the man in front of me, a piece of red cake came out of his mouth and hit my nose. "Ew! Brandon!" I screeched out a laugh and he took my short – pixie-like frame, hence the nickname – and gave me a noogie.

"Dude!" I pushed him away, "Wern't you the one who taught me to chew with my mouth closed?"

Brandon watched me, amusement notching his brow as his cerulean blue eyes – that matched mine and Corey's – glinted in amusement. His big hand, dotted with black oil that he more than likely got from tweaking his motorcycle, ruffled through my hair and grinned wolfishly.

I rolled my eyes and giggled, turning back around to place the baked treats in a glass cake dish.

"Sooo..."

"You going to scold me for running again?" I cut him off, my three-month-old Australian shepherd, Kingston, yipping happily at my feet once I finally leaned down and gave him a pet along with a small dog-friendly baked treat.

"No," Brandon walked to the other side of the counter and braced his hands on the counter, looking down into my eyes. "I'm not going to judge you for it. That's Corey's job." he snickered, a soft smile coming upon his face.

I softened my defensive stance and quirked my lips. "Really?" I laughed along with him before becoming more serious. "It's just...instinct. Plus, he's scary."

"I know right!?" my older brother agrees, taking on his pale hair, "That dude just gives off that 'look at me the wrong way and I'll fuck you up', and I'm not going to lie and say I'm not intimidated by him. The dude's taller than me and that's saying something. A fucking beast, that man is, ya know?"

"Exactly," I snorted – before I met Jungkook, my brothers were the tallest men I'd ever encountered – besides Silas that is. And Jungkook was a good inch maybe even two inches taller than my brothers.

"But he's really nice...and gentle when he speaks." and that face is nice. That body is nice. And oh god, even his voice is like heaven on earth – wait...what was wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking this.

I avoided Brandon's eyes once shuffling was heard at the front door. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and forced a tiny smile.

"I understand you not wanting to get close to him," Brandon ignored the apartment door opening and clenched his jaw. "The man's got baggage...and you're so young to be tied down to all of that."

I jerked back.

Baggage?

What in the dingleberries did he mean?

Moon?

"Moon is not baggage –" I went to argue but I was cut off as an energetic Atlas hollered happily, entering the kitchen.

"Oh hell yes! CUPCAKES!" he squealed like a child, the longer tufts of his dark hair falling into his eyes once he skirted past me.

I threw back and laughed as Brett followed after him – dressed entirely in black but her Gucci golden belt tied the entire outfit together as she threw her arms around me and smirked.

"So tell me what happened last night when that Jungkook picked up Moon!" she said, pulling me from the kitchen. I fought against her playfully as a blush arose on my face at the mention of Jungkook.

Brett would grill me for hours until Mr. Blackbourne or North ordered her to get her butt back home.

Since her accident a year ago; they'd been hesitant to allow her out of their sight, but since I had their full trust, and respect hopefully, the Blackbourne Team trusted me to keep her safe.

Brett's blonde hair smacked me across the forehead as she twirled around and threw her curvy body across my lavender bedspread.

"ATLAS!" she let out a shout at the same time I jumped a foot in the air and slightly glared at her for scaring me. What was with all of these people and scaring the life out of me?

She sent me a 'sorry' look, "Your bitch ass better save me one of those cupcakes or I'll tell Wil to beat your ass the next time you're looking to get fucked!"

"Oh my god." I whimpered into my hands, falling onto the bed.

Yes, this was my life.

***

third pov ; jeon jungkook

"This looks great, man! Thanks!" a man around Jungkook's age exclaimed happily, observing the large tattoo of a dragon with green highlights along the curve of his calf. "This looks sick!"

Jungkook held in a wince as he stood up from his stool and stretched his back. After hours of sitting down, shoulders drawn down, it was a wonder he hadn't developed a crick in his neck.

"I'm glad you're pleased with it." Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle when he was discarding his gloves and washing his hands once his area was sterile once more and ready for another customer.

Working today was a welcome distraction since he had been in a foul mood when he dropped off his baby at the daycare center – hoping to see the woman that had plagued his mind in the best of ways since he saw her angelic face. He was sorely, and furiously mistaken when he realized she wasn't there.

It was only Sang and Kayli there today. No River.

Jungkook rubbed a tattooed hand across his face and let out a sigh as his client left the room and he plopped down on the sofa across the room and stretched his sore muscles.

He wasn't the only one who was severely upset by River's absence, but his little Moon was too. Crying a river — pun intended.

He had hope, since yesterday evening — since they had spoken ( it wasn't enough, in his opinion ), that she would be there.

He hoped she would smile for him today.

Took him forever to calm his baby enough for her to allow Sang to pluck her from his caring, protecting arms.

A smile rose on Jungkook's lips when he eyed the clock on the wall.

But he did get one piece of usable information from River's best friend.

River had been busy getting three dozen cupcakes and other treats completed for a birthday party tomorrow, and later today – at exactly 2 pm, she would visit the library, as she did every Tuesday.

"Hey, Cherry?" Jungkook suddenly called out, jumping to his feet, "Can you reschedule my 2 o'clock appointment to tomorrow?" he asked his secretary, a middle-aged kind women covered in tattoos of all kinds.

She perched her hot pink glasses on the bridge of her nose and nodded, "Sure thing, JK." she said, her long acrylic nails tapping on the keyboard. "I'll just give Malcolm a call."

"Thanks, Cherry," Jungkook said gratefully, twiddling with the multiple rings on his hands as he searched for his car keys.

"I got somewhere to be," he called out, already stalking out the his tattoo shop, TATTERED, "I'll be back later!"

Cherry watched the young dad with a grin on her face and reached for her phone.

She unlocked her phone and dialed a number.

"Erica, that boy's got it bad – I'm just tellin' you, girl. He was blushing a few minutes ago when he told me he'd be back later. It's been like this for months."

On Sunn Vale Court, Erica Lee grinned at her phone as she spoke with her childhood friend. "Let's hope River gets over her fear of being in a relationship," she said with a sigh, looking across the room.

"Stage an intervention," Cherry suggested after a moment of silence. "I just pity the poor boy whenever he comes in every morning sad as a kicked puppy."

Over the next thirty minutes, Erica and Cherry – along with Brett, Atlas, and Gabriel – and most surprisingly, Corey, came up with a plan to help out both parties involved.

author's note ; ✨

if you want to be apart of my taglist, just let me know! As always, thank you so much for reading, and enjoy! I'm grateful for all of you <3

#bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook x oc #wattpad #dilf jungkook #jeon jungguk #bts jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bangtan #jungkook angst #jungkook au #jungkookie

[aiweirdness]

AI-generated donuts

If you're going to open a late-night donut shop, you're going to need a unique set of over-the-top donuts to set the proper festive atmosphere. But how to keep the ideas coming?

I decided to see what donut ideas I could get using OpenAI's GPT-3 text-generating models. I collected seven of the weirdest donuts and descriptions I could find (such as a pizza donut, or a dirt-themed donut), and presented them as a list for the AI to complete. I've drawn a few of the best donuts it added to the list.

[human illustrations of some of the ai-generated donuts below]

When I say I used "GPT-3" for this project it's hard to be exact about it, because OpenAI often updates the models. The newest GPT-3 versions (as of May 2022) actually did the worst at this task - they kept presenting me with real donuts that they'd seen during their online training, and not even particularly weird donuts. They were trying to match what was most common online, not what I was asking for. But the original early-2020 GPT-3 models were more willing to deliver the weirdness. Here are some more of my favorite results from the various models!

The biggest model, DaVinci

Violet Beauregarde - A lemon glazed donut with blue raspberry eyes and a raspberry center The Candleberry Flu - A chocolate doughnut filled inside with ganache plus a dripping candle on top that's dripping liquid sediments Brick of Yum - A glazed doughnut sandwiching American cheese, with red pepper jelly inside The Confusatron - A doughnut sliced into three layers - vanilla, coconut, and chocolate, dipped in chocolate ganache and topped with sugar pearls that look like circuit boards The Purple Stuff - Chocolate, oreo, and purple stuff sprinkled with powdered sugar

Curie, the second-largest model

Heckleberry - A strawberry donut smothered with blueberry syrup and crushed vegan Crunchies Donut of Doom - Rainbow donut filled with Frosted Flakes, black sprinkles, and sour candy The Alligator Rising - A spiral donut, frosted with chocolate and filled with a filling of chocolate hard-boiled egg and green apple slices Hell Raisin - A jelly donut with a filling of peanut butter and hot dogs Dark Crystal - A donut filled with candy corn and white chocolate chips I ♥ My Gay Ex - A rainbow Jell-O donut with white frosting, red sugar sprinkles, and pink glitter Fish N' Chips – Topped with chocolate and tangy tempura-flavoured icing

Babbage, the second-smallest model

Mr Crepe - Topped with tapioca pudding, green sprinkles Little Red Apples - Topped with pumpkin bread crumbs and small red apples Chalkista - Stationary donut with chalk dusting Horns - Cupcake gripped in both of the animal’s horns Julius Rooms - A pair of bottomless donuts Doughnut Forest - A profusion of donuts spread throughout the French Quarter Flintlock fennec - bacon, fried okra, and burnt thermochromic alcohol Baffle - cocoa powder, giraffes, and vanilla wafers

Ada, the smallest and definitely weirdest model

Bath Roll - Three donuts melted hot on one side Friar Flats - Topped with tomatoes, honey, red paint and ceramic chili caps Ponder Owls - magical, yellow-feathered donuts covered in icing with puffiness and shine By Soul - filled with firecrackers, black bean dip, red pepper syrup, and watermelon Coconut Fun - Sulphure hasn’t been wiped off, a demon cake filled with coconut cream and pistachios Blood Donut - Creamy moist donut topped with spoonfuls of delicious blood Goofy Trick - the elephant, is a clown and it's all about tossing treats into his skull Spankin’ - Other-colored donut with a frying pan in the middle

Bonus content: More of Ada's weird donuts (plus some donuts made of antimatter??)

Also you can buy the donuts on a tea towel! Along with pies, cookies, and breakfast cereals.

#neural networks #food #donuts #gpt-3 #doughnuts #giraffes

[miccimocha]

So, I had the most random thought ever 😭😭😭

It's a story focused on JD, because he just became one of my favs.

An AU where JD lost his colors after the band breaking up. (Still thinking on how things would lead up to that) Then, one day, while he was having a bad day, more than usual, Delta showed up and became friends with him or whatever.

Then, as time passes, they both fell in love and because of that, JD got his colors back. Of course, it wasn't all cupcakes and rainbows. There was this huge fight between them that caused them to break up. Like, JD left and never came back. Although he still cared and loved Delta even if he doesn't want to admit it.

And that is basically how it goes until TWT and TBT.

(I had seen so many people talking about JDxDelta on Twt/X to the point that I had come up with this insane idea 😭😭 It doesn't make sense, but I just love both JD and Delta sm.)

#john dory trolls #john dory #trolls band together #trolls world tour #delta trolls #trolls #delta #delta x john dory #jd trolls #fanfic ideas

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

2023 Writing Round Up

Thank you for the tags @ladytessa74 @thisbuildinghasfeelings @alrightbuckaroo @birdclowns @chicgeekgirl89 @reasonandfaithinharmony @carlos-in-glasses @redshirt2 and to anyone else who I may have missed (lmk!)!!! 💕

Rules: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones you're most excited about. Or art you made, or gifs you made etc..

I’ve written 10 fics (plus one more coming this week for Secret Santa)! I didn’t start writing until June. I’d never even attempted creative writing until I decided to dip a toe into Tarlos fanfiction, so thank you to everyone who has embraced and supported me on this journey!

June

Make Me Laugh 'till I Die, I Stand Beside You With Pride

T | 2k | Canon Compliant

4x06 coda. TK feels insecure about his unusually close relationship with Owen, Carlos reflects on how much he admires their relationship and how he maybe envies it a bit. Also TK dances to Madonna in inappropriate public spaces.

Sunshine On My Body, Rainbows Bloomin' In My Skies

T | 8k | Canon Compliant

Hiking fic!! Post Episode 4x12. After Carlos’s bold claim about hiking the Great Wall, TK reveals he’d been an avid hiker before moving to Austin. TK & Carlos go for their first hike together, and maybe learn some new things about each other along the way.

July

Call Me If You Get Lost

T | 11k | Canon Divergent

My screwball romantic comedy. TK is worried when he finds out Nancy is going to a romantic resort in Hill Country alone on what would have been her anniversary with her ex. He convinces Carlos to come to the resort with him, and they might accidentally find Nancy and Mateo in an awkward position.

getting past the wounds of love

G | 4.6k | Canon Compliant

My magnum opus? Set halfway through Season One, Paul, Marjan & TK explore Austin and Paul & Marj razz TK a little about his budding friendship with a certain Officer Hotstuff. Carlos attends his first 126 hang, Paul hosts a listening party for a rare record he’s acquired and Marjan encourages TK to open his heart a bit and talk to Carlos.

August

That's The Way We Get By

G | 5k | Canon Compliant Future Fic

A companion piece to getting past the wounds of love. TK & Marjan babysit a four-year-old Charlie, and TK reflects on everything his friendship with Marjan means to him. Also features the infamous Tarlos Costco date.

I'm Not A Fortress, But I Will Try To Protect You

G | 2k | Canon Compliant

2x04 Coda. TK and Marjan support each other after TK’s fight with Carlos over the farmers market debacle and Marjan breaks off her engagement with Salim. Over pie at their favorite diner, Marjan offers TK some perspective on being a kid of conservative religious parents and TK offers Marjan some support too.

TK Strand’s Sweet 16 (times 2) (minus 2)

G | 7k | Canon Complaint

It’s TK’s 30th birthday and the Reyes family throws him a blow out party, the first big family gathering since the loss of Gabriel six months prior. Carlos reflects on all the ways TK has supported him and his family through this rough period, and provided a soft loving home for him to sink into. TK surprises Carlos with a flash mob, everyone is trying to avoid Asha’s poisonous cupcakes and Mateo has an existential crisis triggered by an ill-advised visit to a curandera.

October

All Your Colors Make Me Feel Alive

T | 7k | Canon Compliant

Beck fic 💛 5 times TK plays a Beck song and Carlos doesn’t get it + 1 time Carlos plays a Beck song for TK. Or: moments, big & small, through TK & Carlos’s relationship and the ways TK brings color to Carlos’s life.

Why Do You Think I Ran

T | 900 | Canon Complaint

4x16 Coda. A few hours after the phone call from Owen, TK and Carlos have a vulnerable talk in the sanctuary of their bed.

December

The Greatest Gift I’ve Found, The Sweetest Thing I’ve Known

E | 7k | Canon Compliant

It’s Nochebuena and the Reyes family hosts its first large holiday party since the loss of Gabriel. It’s Tarlos’s first Christmas Eve as husbands. Join them as they navigate new traditions to honor their lost parents, share some soft moments and celebrate the season with their friends and family.

+1 Coming this week! Secret Santa fic!!

I have no idea who’s already gone, so forgive me if you’ve already done this! Tagging: @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @bonheur-cafe @fitzherbertssmolder @tarlosmalec @taralaurel @carlos-tk @freneticfloetry @apothecarose @rmd-writes @basilsunrise @thebumblecee @welcometololaland @lutavero @guardian-angle22 @goodways @golden-tarlos @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @your-catfish-friend @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @liminalmemories21 @lightningboltreader @never-blooms @theghostofashton @paperstorm @ambiguouspenny @decafdino @detective-giggles @noxsoulmate @fckingyrs @hoko-onchi-writes @itsrandomnobody7 @iboatedhere @kiloskywalker @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @louis-ii-reyes-strand @mikibwrites @orchidscript @iinryer and OPEN TAG 🏷️

[insideliascrazyhead]

White Rascal Headcanons

Rocky

-not just protective but crazily possessive

-can´t cook and normally lives off takeout

-reads those old,lonely woman,romatic novels

-has all the laundry hacks to keep all that sutff white,tells nobody

„Do it for the woman!“,Rocky,Honey, I thought they´re gonna jump over that railing and choke you out

-dissects his oreo cookies before eating them,cookie,then the cream and then the other remaining cookie

-sings loudly and horrible under the shower

-knows how to dance tango and salsa

-makes phenominal cocktails but forgets that not everyone handles liquor as good as he does so they´re damn strong

-never bleaches his own hair in fear it falls out.being bold is one of his greatest fears

-always act in the heat of the moment

-every hole that get´s punched into the wall in Club Heaven by an angry man get´s framed and titles „Fragile Masculinity“

-after kicking out Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura he did kinda miss them in the end especially after Kizzy told him,they went to get the Rude Boys to help them fight (also Tetsu Instagram stalks them)

Koo

-sarcastic king

-brings out the craziest stories

-biggest crush on our dear Rocky

-as Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura always wear eyeliner he calls them the panda crew

-is a great cook

-likes to do crosswords but instead of the right answers he takes insults

-loves to read crimis and thriller,always knows who the killer is, that creeps the shit out of Kizzy

-does nailart and skincare

-can speak 4 langueges

-curses like a sailor and knows how to curse in 7

-loves to travel

-don´t speak to him before his 2nd cup of coffee or death to everyone and then himself

Kizzy

-bites until your bloody

-stabs as a warning

-has a taxedermy squirrel called Nibbles

-is acttually friends with Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura

-finds their crazyness entertaining as fuck and has a betting pool running with Kaito and Koo on everything

-not jealous at all,just possessive

-has a lot of those romantic nicknames for Kaito in private

-hopelessly romantic

-will absolutly throat punch someone just because she feels like it

-loves horror movies and normally laughs during them

-in her emo phase

Kaito

-stress baker

-will bring Kizzy little trinkets that remind him of her and she collects them

-cool as a cucumber on the outside but a squirrel in traffic on the inside

-had a stressball once to deal with that and ended up stabbing it

-hates horror movies but watches them for Kizzy,so that he isn´t uncomfortable Kizzy just starts shit talking the killers until he laughs

-total sweetheart

-has a cat called cupcake

-loves parfumes

-Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura are Housen´s former Four Heavenly Kings and how Odajima teached Monji in X cross,those four did it with Odajima,Shidaken, Jinkawa and Sawamura,they regulary check up on Housen

Aizawa

-heavily codepentedt on each other,live together too.It´s chaos.

-when Kizzy once visited and saw all that she turned to Kaito and said in a sad tone,I think kicking them out was a mistake,they´re gonna acidentally kill themselfes.

-a feral murder gremlin on the run

-nearly got killed by Rocky once for saying I don´t like woman. Rocky overheard it and kept hitting him with his cane,angrily calling him a misogynist,Aizawa took the cane and hit back telling him he´s not a misogynist.He´s gay and called Rocky an old bitter man.Guess who cleaned the bathrooms from then on in Club Heaven

-killing is his first solution whenever there´s an issue

-their punk band got famous,not teenage girls scream their lungs bloody and faint famous,but sex,drugs and rock n roll famous

-pyromaniac,loves explosives

-has at least 3 different kinda weapons on him at all times,sleeps with a knife under his pillow

-sleeps with tv on and a horror movie running

-loves to shoot the others with a nerf gun,got boring now it´s a paintball gun instead

-memory of a goldfish

-they´re all so sick off the color white that their flat looks like a rainbow vomited.Kinda like a secondhand shop for weird shit.A leg lamp,a random mannequin torso with clows mask over it,Bito´s pink baseball bat,leopard rug,a chair that looks like a colorful hand etc.

Bito

-dramatic as fuck (when wrecking Itokan this is the man searching fucking backround music),probably could give Jamuo a run for money

-they´re all crazy and put Yasu-Kiyo to shame

-i once dreamt he´s Shidaken´s older brother.Now they´re related

-also got Shidaken´s kink for crazy people

-sleeps with a pink baseball bat next to his bed and it´s called his toothfairy

-creative.He paints,normally while blasting punk loud enough to make ears bleed

-bought a tattoo gun now those dumbasses tattoo each other

-invented beerflakes: Fruitloops and beer,normally topped with candy

-he and Shimura got a sugar mommy each after getting kicked out to earn some cash

-the four of them once got arrested for prostitution during their White Rascal times,funnily enough they didn´t do it

-bisexual and polyamorous

Enari

-accidental pyromaniac,accidental fire everywhere,for example while cooking.

-A literal kitchen hazard

-can sleep literally anywhere,this man slept on a speaker at Club Heaven while it blasted music once

-the most chaotic one

-shower toughts only,no sense just vibes

-get´s up early every morning and not even any coffee like a animal

-loves to prank and humiliate his friends

-constantly snacking,always hungry

-always mismatched socks

-loves anime

-all four of them use those 4 in 1 showergel,shampoo and motoroil thingys,even dishsoap when they´re out of the first one

Shimura

-would twerk to orchestra music

-probably sniffs paint

-no regard of personal safety in daily life;raw cookie dough?fuck yeah!Red light?So what?What else?Wait till it´s green?

-funnily enough academically the smartest

-loves to read philosophical shit and drama

-faints at the sight of needles

-thinks hotsauce won´t freeze cause it´s hot

-can drink like a fucking tank

-can poledance,the dancers at Club Heaven showed him and Bito how

-is into hot rich milfs so the sugar mommy thing was right up his alley

-King of what we call in the country I´m from,the „Brother,trust me“mix.That´s a random mixxed cocktail,that normally contains at least 90 % of the glass filled with different kinda hard liquor and normally your friends don´t really hesitate to drink that,so everyone get´s the nastiest hangover

#high and low #white rascals #rocky #kizzy #kaito #koo #aizawa #bito #enari #shimura #high and low headcanons

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Trials of the Darksaber"

Delicious. Finally some good kriffing Sabine backstory. :)

Really love the unique design of Atollon, the coral reef type plantlife, like the ocean floor drained of water. Love that we get lots of establishing shots this season just looking at and admiring the coral formations. <3

From this look Sabine gives as Rau heads up the ramp into the Ghost's cargo hold I think she already suspects and/or dreads why he's there.

Rau looks at the darksaber with reverence and awe and disbelief like it's Excalibur.

"Liberated" is an awfully nice way of saying y'all stole it, Rau. And oh boy the ink I could spill on that.

Long story short, the thing never should have become a cultural icon for the Mandalorians in the first place, Tarre left it with the Temple, if he wanted the Mandos to have it he would have instructed the Jedi Order to give it to them. Actually kind of sick that a Jedi lightsaber--representative of peace and diplomacy--got used instead for warfare, conquest, and dominance.

Side note though, the 2D animation sequence of the darksaber's backstory is gorgeous.

"I imagine Sabine was excited to recover it." Yeeeeeeeah you don't know her at all, Rau. Sabine has too many family trauma-shaped issues for that. She thought for one second about the implications of finding the darksaber and was like, "Nope! Not dealing with that." straight into denial and avoidance.

Which is not the last time her character journey in this episode will mirror Ezra's from all the way back in "Empire Day/Gathering Forces".

This is so cute. <3

From how Sabine has painted herself this particular wall art must have been added sometime in Season Two, probably earlier in the season. Her depiction of Ezra here is a little bit more flattering than the one she painted in Season One... but still kind of poking fun at him. XD

(Really kind of amazing to contrast this portrait with the one she did in the finale, where Ezra is centered instead of her, and finally looks serene and grown up.)

Sabine is kind of curled up, clutching her helmet a bit self-protectively.

Be honest, you thought the purr Chopper gives when Sabine pets him as she passes was cute too.

The score is already heavily reliant on clarinet and harp, a combination that makes this cue sound vaguely exotic.

Hmm, does this collective family confrontation seem familar?

It does!

Ezra points out the obvious: It's a lot harder for someone non-Force Sensitive to wield and be proficient in a lightsaber. Something that the Ahsoka show will hopefully delve into.

Maybe?

Perhaps?

Please?

Kanan agrees that Sabine "can't fight like a Jedi" (more evidence that she's not actually Force Sensitive) but she can become proficient with the blade, to which Sabine objects because "[...]that is a lightsaber." and there is this raw look of actual fear in her eyes.

This is the first time we hear her theme, by the way, faint in the background.

Sabine has such a defeatist attitude about reconciling with her family. :(

Tiya's voice acting is amazing this episode, Sabine already sounds like she's about to cry.

(Also note she curls her arms around herself self-protectively here, juuuuust like a little Season One Loth-rat we could name. :) )

Hera is being SO very gentle about the fact that she has to, as Rebellion leader, ask Sabine to try and make a strategic alliance with a prominent Mandalorian clan. Sabine feels a little bit betrayed by this, obviously, but Kanan emphasizes she can still walk away if that's her choice, which I really wish the people who trauma-coddle Sabine would remember as a thing he and Hera did.

Does Sabine relent because she feels a sense of pressure? Probably. But also she was not healing ducking and avoiding the issue.

Even though she agrees she's not really committed to her actions yet, and Ezra points out that getting her head right about that is going to be the first step. (Hera kind of gives him stinkeye for this but Hera, this is Jedi Training 101, let the padawan who's already wrestled with this have a say. He's not even that mean about it.)

Sabine gets angry, which is the opposite of what she needs to be in order to do this. (Also, "Give me the lightsaber and I'll make the connection!"/"Gimme the sword, I'm gonna learn how to kick your--") At Kanan's urging she calms herself, though, and it's only then that he lets her hold the darksaber.

AND THUS WE GET ROAD TRIP AND JEDI BOOTCAMP WITH KANAN. :D

Ezra doesn't often get the chance to poke Sabine back so you know he's enjoying this.

Sabine is actually being way pricklier at the teasing than she normally would be, and that's one of our clues of just how emotionally unbalanced and rattled she is this episode.

They start setting up camp and Sabine immediately begins questioning Kanan's training methods, to which Ezra assures her this kind of thing is normal.

Something I really like and appreciate about this episode? Ezra never once acts jealous or bratty about the fact that Kanan's training Sabine too. He's actually very eager and helpful to walk her through the forms.

The only two times he complains it's because Kanan made him unload the supplies Fenn brought instead of taking a break to rest--which isn't really about Sabine at all, more like a typical teenager griping about the chores--and when Sabine uses her new gauntlet arsenal on him. Because you know, that's cheating.

There is nooooooo particular reason I'm including this screencap, nope. None at all.

I said like a liar.

Look at him, he's so proud for her. <3

I love watching the choreography in this episode. Sabine lunges, almost off balance from the very-start, movement heavily telegraphed, and slashes with very little thought or strategy, and none of the elegance or precision she's going to need with an actual lightsaber. So obviously, Kanan easily deflects and overpowers her.

This first clash is punctuated with some lovely drum percussion in the score. Possibly some wood blocks too? That or the drums are Japanese Taiko or something.

He's so excited to teach her, look at him. <3

Fun note from the closed captions: "Hey, slow down, all right? You're not gonna learn this in one day." Ezra being encouraging when she's frustrated about her progress.

After the commercial cut we're back with Ezra and Sabine again and she's almost gotten herself perfectly synced to him.

Hera: "Were you careful with Ezra?" Ah, that would be a NO, Hera. He was not. Lol.

Both Hera and Kanan have points here. Kanan, understandably, doesn't want Sabine to get hurt (his "I'm trying things differently" line) and Hera accuses him of doubting in her abilities because she doesn't have the Force. And it's not that it's that her emotional blockage is going to completely screw up her ability to hold a lightsaber, because to use the Force properly in any fashion, even just enough to hold a lightsaber without dismembering yourself you have to be at peace.

You can't be channeling your emotions because that feedback loops through the Force and amplifies whatever you're feeling and amps it up to dangerous levels you can't always control, especially if you aren't trained.

Kanan is the Jedi, he knows this. But Hera is the mom, and she knows Sabine. By not letting her actually confront herself via the real blade, Kanan isn't helping her work through her issues.

Mostly because he doesn't know how to even begin to approach those issues because Sabine's got everything so battened down and bottled up under stubborn layers of denial and anger and hurt. (So he's going to have to throw her in the deep end like he did with Ezra, and it seems like he doesn't want to.)

Like, this episode is an almost perfect encapsulation of why the Jedi practice mindfulness and why the Jedi way can't be for everyone who shows Force potential.

Though on those lines, again, please note that the show completely supports the premise that Sabine is not Force Sensitive, even with Kanan's line about how the Force resides in all things but you have to be open to it. We'll put a bookmark on this and hopefully we won't have to come back to it for reference with the Ahsoka show. *narrow stare at Filoni*

"I'll be sending out supplies, is there anything specific that you need?" "Patience, understanding..." SUCH a #married line lol.

Back to the boot camp and Sabine is doing marginally better, her movements sharper, more controlled, kept closer to her chest. She's still pressing forward too much, too eager to just attack and overwhelm; Ezra barely expends any effort dodging and blocking her. His form is polished, casual. You can spot several of the established canon block positions. Sabine's is erratic and stiff, her strikes all over the place.

She smacks him for his chipper encouraging compliment but also--

She smiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiing. ^_^

There's a move here Ezra does where he spins around Sabine's strike that gif-makers have noticed she uses later in her fight with Saxon.

Sabine is SO ANNOYED that Rau is adding to the chorus of critical voices lolol.

Rau spoiling Sabine like a doting uncle, aww.

The gifts provide Sabine with a temporary, artificial confidence, which leads to a bit of arrogance on her part. She's too caught up in getting one over her opponent that she forgets all respect and decorum and attacks Kanan out of turn.

Kanan gets a little pissy in return, quickly turning things around and emphasizing that her bullish attitude is going to get her killed.

Oh, something else I love? Sabine doesn't ever target Ezra with her anger, even here where she's yelling at Kanan, all her bitterness is directed squarely at him and she only mentions Ezra because she incredulous he's learned so well when he has such a "lousy" teacher.

But oof, Kanan and Ezra's expressions, ow.

There's this painful little pinch of guilt. Wonder if he's remembering Kanan's doubts about being a good teacher for him, about how when things were at their worst he was the one lashing out at Kanan and claiming he didn't need him.

Sabine goes off to be by herself and after a moment Ezra follows, attempting another of his infamous impromptu therapy sessions no doubt lol.

I love this scene so much. The soft lighting, the quiet rendition of Sabine's theme in harp. Ezra trying to be encouraging and understanding and Sabine just bursting at the seams with all the hurt and pain she's trying to hide because if she gives voice to the reason she left she has to confront it all over again.

Thematically it's all the same beats as their conversation back in "Gathering Forces" where Sabine was urging him to reconcile with and resolve the trauma in his past, reconnect with his former family, only now with the roles reversed, now he's the one urging her.

Gif-makers have not failed to notice the shot-for-shot blocking, the parallels are so strong and clearly deliberate. Ezra's trying to be there for Sabine the way she was for him, with the same results, Sabine shuts down and shuts him out. Ezra withdraws respectfully, though not before pointing out that she still has a chance, because her parents are still alive to reconcile with. (I hear a snatch of his theme right here, very nice.)

Boy fandom gave him so much unnecessary grief for that line. It made... zero sense. Then and now.

Sabine tries to call after him, a bit too late, and just stays alone with her thoughts some more.

Hi Bendu!

See what I said above, Kanan's thinking about the practicality of letting a volatile emotionally-compromised teenager swing around a Force weapon and Hera knows she's not going to get past her issues if she's given an out to avoid things. (Hera also alludes to her issues with Cham, which is probably what got Sabine to start trusting her in the first place.)

Ezra voicing some worry about how long she's been gone. <3 And complete faith in her abilities, feeling like Kanan's maybe pushing her too hard. <3

He's so happy to see her back, too. <3

Oooh this track, relying on those unique instruments again, some kind of flute and that might be an erhu but I'm not sure. This is "Sabine's Catharsis", a cue which takes her leitmotif through an emotional wringer, bending it around different percussion harmonies and giving the theme to different parts of the orchestra. (I counted at least four or five shifts, from the flute, to the erhu and violins, to a cello and some horns, to the full string section and back around again.)

Sabine looks trepidacious at finally being handed the darksaber.

Ezra with an expression of, "Oh this 'bout to get good."

And his anxious glance at Rau when he realizes Kanan isn't dialing down his saber to training mode lol.

Ho man this overhead shot.

This whole sequence. *chef's kiss* The lighting, the score, the character drama... Kanan pushing Sabine to her limit, physically and emotionally, to break past the walls that are preventing her from healing, from accessing that place of catharsis she needs.

Sabine's choreography starts fraying as the duel goes on, Kanan still easily able to knock her down or push her about. At one point the darksaber glances off her right vambrace, singing it, which is probably what Kanan was worried about when he hesitated to actually give her the sword.

(Ezra almost rushes in, because she's hurt, but Fenn holds him back. People holding Ezra back from trying to protect Sabine will almost become a running gag in this arc lol.)

Again, I would love to point out those sweet sweet parallels in the dialogue here.

"You're blocked!"/"You're not committed to this. You should quit."

"I'm not afraid of them!" "Then what?"/"You did run, didn't you?" "No!"

"Ezra, what are you afraid of?"/"Then what's the truth?"

And... it works.

"I'm... I'm afraid of knowing. I'm afraid of the truth!"/"The truth... is that... I left to save everyone!"

Frick, the emotion in Tiya's performance here, it's so raw. :(((((

And finally that juicy juicy Sabine backstory they've been sprinkling out a trickle at a time, lol.

:(((((

All of them pledging to support her as we close out on this powerful image.

Oh man I love this episode. Something that becomes apparent in Season Three is that Sabine is being moved forward into narrative prominence, to wind up ultimately as a co-protagonist to Ezra. That spot had previously been taken up by Kanan, who has been sort of stepping back, the writers very slowly shifting him out of focus and allowing Sabine to grow, and also allowing her and Ezra to grow up together. (I think at this point they already knew that Kanan's days were numbered as Ezra's mentor, and were making sure he still had someone who was always going to be in his corner.)

In the end the show is about them, the children who become adults too soon in a world at war. "A boy who was lost" and "a girl who was broken" as Hera's trailer voiceovers would say, later.

Sabine's backstory confession is heartbreaking. Slightly confusing in places, @seleneisrising has an attempt at a coherent timeline of events, but nothing that dampens the emotional resonance of the scene. So many things about Sabine make sense now, and boy I hurt for her.

Great music, great character work... This episode is on people's top fives for a reason.

#star wars #star wars rebels #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #and his rainbow colored cupcake #sabezra #rebels rewatch #liveblog #music #soundtracks

[uhswag]

cupcakes

charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: you decide baking with charles would be a good idea...

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, literally. (i hope someone gets this pun)

a/n: ok first imagine ever hi! hope you all will like it :) it's p short (700 words), and this is like barely proof read bc i'm lazy LOL. anyway enjoy! xoxo bugs 💋

it was the first week of summer break and you were home, but bored, so what do you do when you're bored? you bake.

you walk into the kitchen and grab all the necessary ingredients from the cabinets and set them out on the counter. just as you're getting ready to start, charles walks into the kitchen.

"oooh what are you baking today baby?" charles asks curiously, walking towards you while inspecting the array of ingredients across the counter.

"i think i wanna bake cupcakes. care to join me?" you flash smile, knowing what his answer will be.

charles smiles back and pulls you in for a hug "of course, it would be my pleasure."

"wait." he blurted, face going blank.

"what?" you question somewhat nervously, looking at him. confused as to why his face was full of concern.

"i'll be right back!" he shouts, running off into another room.

you stand at the counter confused, until he walks back into the kitchen wearing his red bandana to keep his hair out of his face.

"ok, now i'm ready" he breathed, slightly out of breath from sprinting across the flat to find his bandana.

you laugh in response as he comes over to you, ready to start baking.

"alright but before we start, no fooling around. i actually want these cupcakes to taste good" you say sternly, pointing a slight finger at him.

"don't point fingers at me," he says sassily, pointing his finger right back at you. "you're looking at world class baker right here, thank you very much."

"right…" you hum, raising your eyebrows and smirking as you start to measure out the ingredients.

to your surprise, charles was being an excellent sous-chef, and the cupcake batter was finished with ease.

as you get ready to portion the batter into the tray to bake, charles tries to taste the batter with his finger, but you swat his hand away giving him a glare.

"owww" charles whines sarcastically.

"be patiennnt. and stop being a baby, i know that didn't hurt." you say, rolling your eyes at his childish antics.

he tries to dip his finger in the batter again to taste it, but this time you toss some excess flour you had on the side towards his face. a risky move, but definitely worth it as you can't contain your laughter when you look over at him. the white powder was fully coating his face, hair, and colorful bandana, whilst also leaving a white trail all down his clothes. he looked like a walking powdered donut.

charles stood there with a blank, yet shocked, expression as he starts to move towards you. "two can play at this game, mon amour."

you realize what is about to happen as charles reaches for the jar of icing on the counter. your best attempt to run away led to no avail, as charles smears a fat glob of vanilla icing across your cheek. you try to protest, but charles held you tight as he continues to spread the icing all over your face.

once he is finally done, he pulls away with a cocky grin, looking like a satisfied artist staring at his painting. just as you are about to scold him, he cups your cheeks and compliments, "how are you still so beautiful with icing all over your face?"

grateful the icing was hiding the warm blush that formed on your cheeks, you laugh pushing away from him, "enough with your corny shit, this icing feels disgusting."

"why? it's just like a facial, and i know you love those." he chimes, shooting you a wink.

rolling your eyes, you walk away towards the bathroom to wash the sugary mess off your face, while charles attempts to fix up the kitchen.

both of you freshened up, and as you walk back into the kitchen, you notice the counter is covered in rainbow sprinkles. but as you get closer, you notice the sprinkles were aligned to spell: "i love u".

you look over to charles, who is standing next to you, smirking with pride at his sprinkle art.

"ok maybe i like your corny shit, i guess i love you too," you smile pulling him in for a kiss.

#formula 1 #f1 #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #ferrari #f1 fandom #cl16 #charles leclerc oneshot #f1 oneshot #f1 one shot #f1 x reader

[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

Nice to meet you Kit! 😄 And thank you!!

Confirming the Request Captain 🫡

Awesome! Hope you enjoy!😁😂 Apologies if it’s not very good, but I always try my hardest with Cas

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Happy Birthday!

Castiel, with the best of his knowledge, celebrates your birthday with you.

The days with the boys are so busy that you nearly forgot your own birthday. All the monsters, ghosts, and demons made your lives busy. Even Sam and Dean don’t really take time to celebrate a birthday.

“You came out of your mother’s vagina years ago...we don’t always have to celebrate it.” Dean told one year when you brought up your birthday. After that, you just kind of let it go till the days just blurred together and you really didn’t think about your birthday. Well, even if you did care to remember, the boys certainly wouldn’t care to celebrate.

But one person did.

You guys walked into the bunker after a hunt, Dean teasing Sam about how the monster was “into him”. The monster was a succubus mind you. Laughter filled the area as for once there was a bit of relief in the air. Everyone came home safe. But one person was missing.

“Hey, where’s Cas?” Sam asked to change the subject. You all looked around in confusion before Dean just sighed.

“It’s Cas. We never know where he is.” Dean said before disappearing into the kitchen.

“I’m going to my room.” You told Sam when he looked back, wondering if you were going to join them. After he nodded, you moved down the hall and towards your room. This once, you actually did remember your birthday, and you were just a little bummed that the boys didn’t even think to say anything. 

But hey, they were hunters. Little did you know the surprise you were about to walk in on.

All was quiet when you got to your door, which you didn’t think anything of because it was your room. Hand on the doorknob, you opened the door, revealing your semi-dark room. The sight of someone in there nearly made you scream until you recognized the stranger.

“Castiel!” You whisper-shouted in shock, gripping at your chest.

“Surpr-um-” Castiel struggled with the little confetti popper. A few seconds passed and he finally was able to get the thing to pop, rainbow colors and the smell of smoke filling the room.

“Surprise.” He was finally able to say with a smile.

Still in shock, you looked around at your room, which was a bit different than you left it. A small thing of Dollar Store bought balloons was tied to the end of your bed. On your bedside table was a little cupcake that had a candle in it. It was all very small, but it also seemed to be filled with a lot of love.

“What’s all this for?” You asked once your senses aligned. Walking over, you took in everything. It seemed the angel did this all by himself given how little of everything there was.

“Your birthday. I’ve always wanted to celebrate one.” He said with glee, putting the empty popper aside as he watched you.

“How did you even know today was my birthday?” You asked him while sitting on the bed. The angel folded his arms behind him and gave you a proud smile. 

“I did some extensive digging in order to find this out. It took a lot of time and skill to do that.” Castiel told you, but you simply nodded with a slight grin.

“You looked it up.”

“I looked it up.” He confessed like a child, a frown coming to his face as his arms fell to his side. You just giggled before he joined you on the bed, sitting right beside you. Looking at the cupcake, you grabbed it and laughed a bit.

“No cake?” You said, knowing that was a little more traditional. He looked away a bit.

“I dropped it...it got a little smushed...had to improvise.” Castiel explained himself and you still laughed. It was both humorous and thoughtful, and you still loved it regardless. You set the treat back on your bedside table.

“Thank you...I wasn’t expecting much for my birthday.” You said to him and he gave you a confused look.

“I thought humans celebrating their birthday was a regular thing.” He said and you smiled a bit.

“I suppose angels wouldn’t celebrate birthdays...You would have over a thousand of them.” You said with a giggle and Castiel agreed with you. As you guys sat there, the air felt a little tense. Normally, all four of you were together, but now it was just you and the angel.

“It’s also hard for me...your birthday.” He suddenly said and you looked at him oddly. Castiel swallowed nervously.

“I don’t like seeing you age. It’s just a reminder that you’re human...and you won’t live forever.” Castiel said and you frowned at that. Angels live such long lives compared to humans. He would see you, Sam, and Dean (depending on the situation) die before him. Even if you guys had normal lives, he would still outlive you. It was a sad thought indeed, and not one you wanted to think about on a day that was normally reserved for celebration.

Luckily, he spoke up.

“I got you something...but you need to blow out your candle first.” He said with a tiny smile, fiddling with his hands while trying to lighten the mood. A little bit flustered, you grabbed the cupcake and blew out the candle, silently making a wish with a blush on your face. 

You were thankful that the angel couldn’t read your mind.

As you were doing this, he was fishing around for something in his pockets. After you set the treat aside, a small bit of smoke coming from the candle stick, you noticed Castiel was waiting for you. He had a tiny box in his hands with a bow on it.

“Cas...you didn’t need to get me anything.” You told him, feeling a bit embarrassed by this. However, he just shook his head.

“I wanted to. It’s your special day after all.” He said while you took the box from him. Upon opening it, you realized it was a necklace. It was silver and your name was the centerpiece, and two little angel wings encased it.

“It’s also warded for protection. It should help keep you safe on hunts.” He added as you observed the gift.

“Oh it’s beautiful...I love it.” You said, beaming as you moved to put the piece of jewelry on you. You don’t know where Castiel got this, but it was very thoughtful, nonetheless. After you finished, you noticed there was a small note in the box. Upon reading it, you were rather confused.

“Look at me...?” You read it out loud but obeyed. Looking at Castiel resulted in one quick motion from him. 

A small, sweet kiss to your lips.

“Happy birthday Y/N.”

From then on, you always looked forward to your birthday. It may be a reminder to Castiel about your aging, but at least he was always around to celebrate it. And on the plus side, he was always happy to try, in his own way, make it a big deal.

Who needed anyone else when you had one of the world’s best angels to celebrate your birthday with. He even got a cake once and the boys actually joined in.

And he made sure to not drop it this time.

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel imagine

[matty-bear]

IV. A Small Predicament [N.S]

Type: Chapter four of The Influencer series

Pairing: Nick Sturniolo x Male!OC

Warnings: SFW, fluffy

Summary: While rushing to try to finish editing the latest video in time, Nick gets interrupted by Matt telling him that photos of his and Finn’s hanging out the day prior we’re blowing up on social media. What will happen when Nick asks Finn why he didn’t tell him about his large following? Will Finn be open with him or ignore the question completely?

Notes: Couldn’t have the story be all cupcakes and rainbows, could I? :3 Anywho, sorry for the late post! 😖 I’m not very proud of his chapter but I can guarantee lots of fluff in the next one <3 Happy reading!! :DD

WC: 3490

Text color guide! Blue: Finn, Purple: Nick

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The sound of loud clattering awoke Nick from his deep slumber. He slowly lifts his head up from his pillow, his eyes squinting and his hair a mess from rolling about in his sleep as he peers around his room. A small groan escapes his lips as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes and sits up. A yawn takes over his body for a few seconds before he forces himself out of bed. He slowly stands up to ensure that he doesn’t get lightheaded if he were to hurriedly stand and immediately slips his phone off his nightstand. 12:42 PM shines brightly on his lock screen, the sudden light momentarily blinding him before he hurriedly goes to lower his brightness. 

The male proceeds to slip his phone in the pocket of his pajama pants and shuffle to the bathroom to fix himself up a little. He exits the said room about ten minutes later a lot more awake, his arms extending above his head as he stretches and makes his way to the door. He exits his bedroom and immediately walks downstairs, the sound of even more clattering ringing through his ears as he steps off the final step. 

“What the hell is going on down here? You woke me up.” Nick grumbles as he walks into the kitchen. Matt and Chris both freeze in their spot and look over at the older, nervous smiles plastered on both their lips. 

“Hey, Nick.” Matt greets as he walks closer to the said male. “We're just trying to get the stuff for the video later. Sorry that Chris woke you up.” 

“Dude, what the fuck.” Chris mutters, offended that he got thrown under the bus. “In my defense, I was gonna go wake his ass up here in a few minutes.” 

“Wait, what video? I thought we already filmed for this week.” Nick asks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he walks to the cupboard. 

“No…” Matt replies slowly, “Today’s Friday, Nick and we have yet to film today’s video which you need to edit and upload before 5:30.” 

“Oh shit…” Nicks rubs his face stressfully after he sets the glass in his hand down on the countertop. “The hell happened? We’re usually on top of filming.”

“Yeah, past tense.” Chris says, his gaze focusing on the multitude of food products on the counter. “Not trying to be a dick but, your little hangout with Finn last night kinda screwed us over a little.” 

“Shit, my bad guys.” An apologetic frown appears on Nick’s lips as he fills his glass with water. “When are we gonna film?” 

“In ten minutes if that’s okay with you?” Matt asks, “Considering what time it is, how long it takes for us to film, and how long it takes you to edit and upload.” 

“That works perfectly fine for me.”

“Alright, word. Chris and I just need to finish getting these snacks in the car and get dressed before we head out.”

“Okay, word. I’ll go get my bag and camera.” Nick quickly retreats back upstairs to his bedroom and rushes towards his desk. He grabs his bag off the floor and hurriedly unzips the main pocket. Once he pulls the bag open, his eyes scan the contents inside before he nods to himself and looks over at his desk. 

As reaches to unplug his camera, his phone begins to vibrate in his pocket. His face immediately lights up and he digs in his pajama pants to fish his phone out and turn it on. His excited expression falls however when his eyes land on the stacks of Tiktok and Instagram notifications flooding his Lock Screen. 

“The fuck…” Nick mumbles, confusion flooding through him as he puts his phone back in his pocket. The male brushes what he saw over his head and grabs his camera. He quickly hauls his bag over his shoulder and runs out of his room once he takes a quick glance at his outfit in his full body mirror. As he hurries down the steps, he raises his free hand up to card his fingers through his hair a few times. “You two ready?” Nick asks as he steps into the kitchen. 

“Yup. Let’s go.” Matt replies as he slips his keys off the counter. Nick and Chris both follow the latter as he walks downstairs and opens the door, the three of them slightly shivering at the sudden cold air hitting them. Matt unlocks the van and tosses the keys to Chris who locks the door once everyone leaves. After tugging on the door to make sure it’s locked, the the male rushes over to the van and opens the passengers door. He slips inside with a heavy exhale leaving his lips before he shuts the door and hands the keys back to Matt. 

“Y’all wanna try a different parking lot since the sun is out or go to our usual spot?” Matt asks as he puts the key in the ignition, the car rumbling in response shortly after. 

“Just go to our usual spot. We don’t wanna waste time trying to find another area.” Nick replies as he stuffs his bag in between his legs on the floor. 

“Alright.” Matt sets his hand down on the gear shift and pulls it down to ‘reverse.’ He checks his side mirrors and back window as he backs out of their driveway. As he drives off down the street, Chris reaches for the aux and plugs his phone in. 

“What are y’all feeling today?” The male asks as he leans back in his seat and opens up Spotify.

“Play some Mac Miller or Lil Skies.” Matt replies, his gaze temporarily shifting over to Chris who nods at his response and scrolls through his playlist. He taps on his screen and ‘Jet Fuel’ by Mac Miller begins to play in the car. All three boys silently jam out to the songs on Chris’ playlist as Matt eventually arrives at the parking lot they usually film at. As the younger pulls into an empty spot away from everyone in the lot, Nick unbuckles his seatbelt and opens up his camera to turn it on and double check the battery. 

“Camera?” Nick hands the camera to Matt when the male extends his hand towards him. As the younger sets the device on the dashboard and exits the car, Nick moves over to the center seat in the back and Chris pauses the music. The latter lifts his head when Matt taps on the windshield, his eyes narrowing in confusion as the male does a small gesture with his hand. After realization hits him, Chris moves over to the center console and waits for Matt to give him a thumbs up before returning back to his original spot. 

“We good?” Nick asks when the younger gets back inside the car. 

Matt shuts the drivers door with a soft grunt and peers in the rear view mirror to look back at Nick. “Yup.” 

“Word.” Nick quickly opens up the timer on his phone and sets it for ten minutes before he sets it on the seat next to him. “Hey guys and welcome back to another Friday car video!” Nick exclaims as he looks towards the camera. “Today we are going to be doing another Anonymous Confessions with the stuff that you guys sent in through the Google Doc we posted on our story and review some foreign snacks that got sent to us. Do either of you have some snacks or confessions you wanna start the video with?” 

“I have a few confessions that I saved.” Chris starts as he pulls out his phone. “Just warning y’all now, shit gets a little weird.” 

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“No one bother me please while I edit this video. I need to focus or I’m not gonna upload on time.” Nick announces the moment the three step inside their house. 

“I’ll make sure Chris doesn’t bother you, don’t worry.” Matt reassures with a teasing smile as he looks back at the mentioned male. 

“Get off my ass, bro.” Chris mumbles as he lands a hard smack on Matt’s bicep. 

“Hey!” Nick exclaims. He spins around on his heels the second he arrives at the top of the stairs and glares down at the younger two. “No fighting.” Matt and Chris immediately stop their actions as Nick turns back around and hurries upstairs to his room. He nudges the door open with his shoulder and plops his bag down near his desk the moment he steps inside.

“Alright, let’s get this shit done.” Nick mumbles to himself as he sits in his chair and takes the SD card out of his camera. He opens up his laptop and waits for it to turn on before he plugs the card in. He double clicks his editing application to open it and sits back in his chair as he waits for the video to download into his files. As he waits, he anxiously eyes the time. 2:50 PM seems to intimidate the male the longer he stares at the numbers. 

A stressful sigh escapes his lips as he tears his focus away from the time to rub his hands over his face. He has less than three hours to edit the video, look it over, and upload it. 

The light ding emitting from his laptop causes him to remove his hands and move closer to his desk. His hand goes straight to his mouse and the faint clicking sounds ring rather obnoxiously in his ears as he opens up the video that just finished downloading. He opens his editing application back up and uploads the video, a loud groan escaping him when a notification that reads ‘Estimated wait time: 30 seconds’ pops up on his screen. 

“I don’t have time to wait thirty fucking seconds.” Nick grumbles as he continuously clicks on the loading bar. Surprisingly, his actions seem to speed up the loading process and the video appears on his screen in a matter of seconds. The male lets out a sigh of relief as he grabs his headphones and connects them to his laptop. 

He completely zones into editing the video for the next two and a half hours, the only audible sound being the clicks from his mouse and his occasional humming. As he goes to cut a clip, his bedroom door opens. The male doesn’t notice the person walking inside the room until they walk up to him and tap on his shoulder. 

Nick flinches at the sudden touch and hurriedly takes his headphones off, his eyes wide in panic as he turns in his chair to look at Matt who stands in front of him. “Dude what the hell! You scared the fuck out of me.” Nick scolds, a hand raising to rest on his chest. 

“My bad.” Matt apologizes as he rubs the older’s tense shoulder. 

“What do you want? I told you not to bother me while I’m editing.” Nick grumbles as he turns towards his laptop again. “Unless you don’t want the video to be uploaded on time.” 

“I just thought you wanted to know about the fact that you and Finn are going viral right now. But if you don’t wanna know, that’s fine. I’ll leave.” Nick quickly turns back around at Matt’s statement.

“Wait! Hold the fuck on!” The male exclaims when he sees Matt exit the room. The younger halts and slowly turns back around, a blank expression clear on his face. “What the fuck is happening with me and Finn?”

“Have you not checked Instagram or Tiktok today?” Matt asks as he walks back up to him. 

Nick furrows his eyebrows and sends the male a confused look. “Well, no.. I mean I saw that I was getting mentions and shit but I didn’t think anything of it.”

“Check Tiktok and I’ll fill you in after. You need to see this for yourself.” Nick sends a suspicious and worried look to Matt before he takes his phone out of his pocket. He turns the device on and unlocks it before heading straight to Tiktok. The moment he opens the app, he flinches as the first first video on his for you page plays loudly. 

The video starts out by showing a photo of Nick and Finn entering a shop with a few bags in their hands. It changes to another photo of the two laughing and smiling widely in the shop that was shown moments prior. The photo finally switches to a short video of Chris running around the triplets’ living room in panic with the caption “FINN AND NICK SEEN TOGETHER YESTERDAY??? SINCE WHEN DID THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?!?” in the middle of the screen. 

Panic immediately floods through Nick’s body as he opens up the comment section. A few comments that catches his eye are‘they look so cute together stop,’ ‘the way they’re looking at each other 😢😢’ and ‘this is a duo I’ve never expected but I’m so here for it.’ The male quickly exits the comments after he reads a few weird ones and continues scrolling through countless videos that show the same photos. After a few minutes, Nick closes out of the app and looks over at Matt who’s now sitting on his bed and looking at him. 

“I have many questions and am very worried.” Nick states as he shuts his phone off. 

“Dude I do too. But did you and Finn ever touch on the topic of popularity? Because I think the reason that this is blowing up is due to how popular he is. I’m not saying that you’re not popular but when either of us are seen with someone, shit does not blow up this much.” Matt asks, his gaze falling down to his phone as he opens up Instagram. 

“Kinda?…” Nick replies, his hand raising to rub his nape. “We didn’t talk followers but we did talk about what we do and whatnot.” 

Matt’s gaze immediately shoots back up to Nick. “What did he tell you?” 

“He said that he’s an Instagram influencer and dabbles in modeling here and there.” Matt hums in response, his head slightly nodding. 

“Did you two switch socials?” Nick shakes his head. “Well, I found his Instagram thanks to Tiktok and I’m about to send it to you.” 

The moment Matt clicks on his screen, Nick’s phone dings. The male immediately picks his phone back up, the sight of a text message from Matt causing his stomach to churn. He hesitantly unlocks his phone and opens up his message, his thumb hovering over the Instagram link for a moment before he finally clicks it. It takes a few seconds for Instagram to open and load Finn’s profile but the moment it does, Nick’s eyes quickly scan his screen. His eyes widen in shock the moment his eyes land on Finn’s following count and he slowly looks up at Matt. 

“25 million fucking followers.” Nick reads, his jaw dropping slightly. Matt nods his head and sits at the edge of the older’s bed. “That’s fucking insane.” As Matt goes to open his mouth to add to the conversation, a small ping coming from Nick’s phone stops him. He watches as the older looks back down at the device in his hand, a small smile creeping onto his lips moments after. 

“Is it Finn?” Matt asks as he gets up and walks up to the older. Nick rapidly nods his head and opens up his messages, his face falling in worry when his eyes read over the first text. 

Finn: Hey Nick? 

Before Nick replies, he looks up at Matt who’s now standing next to him. The younger sets a reassuring hand on his shoulder to encourage the older to reply, which he does with a small exhale.

Nick: What’s up?

Finn: Have you seen the stuff going around? You know… about us 

Nick: Matt just filled me in about it yeah

Finn: Oh okay

Don’t worry about it too much I’ll make a post about it here in a minute and they’ll get off our backs :D 

Nick: Alright

Also Finn? 

Finn: Yeah? 

Nick: How come you didn’t tell me you were THIS popular on social media? I’m not trying to be mean or anything I’m just curious 

Finn: Oh umm… I don’t really like telling people abt my large following right off the bat. Like especially if they don’t recognize me. Some ppl tend to act differently when they meet influencers n I’m not a fan of it, you get me? 

Nick: Yeah I completely get you

Finn: And when you didn’t recognize me I was excited because I didn’t have to worry about you putting on a front just to hang out with me😣

Nick: Finn 😕 Trust me, if you told me about your following right off the bat I would not change a single thing about the way I interact with you. You deserve to be treated like any other human being, whether you’re popular or not

Finn: I appreciate that Nick &lt;3

Nick: :D <3 Also about the whole thing that happened, I’ll make a post about it too to shut everyone up

Finn: Should we post at the same time just for shits and giggles? 

Nick: oh ABSOLUTELY. Wouldn’t it add more fuel to the fire though? You know since everyone thinks we’re seeing each other

Finn: I mean yeah but I wouldn’t mind being wrapped up in dating rumors with you

Nick's jaw drops and he covers his mouth with his hand as he feels his face flush. Noticing that he stopped texting, Matt gets behind him to try to get a peek at his screen. 

“What’d he say? What happened?” Matt giggles. Nick looks back at the male and shows him his phone. The younger holds his hand steady so he could skim over the messages. When he reads the last text, he gasps and lands a soft hit on Nick’s shoulder. 

“What the fuck do I say?” Nick panics, the blush on his cheeks deepening a few shades as he looks back at his phone. 

“Send a reaction pic or something.” Matt replies, his giggles turning into laughter as he looks as he watches the older panic even more. 

“I don’t have any Matt!”

“Look on Pinterest for some!” A small scream of panic escapes Nick's lips as he quickly closes out the Finn’s message and opens up Pinterest. He hurriedly types in ‘reaction pics’ in the search bar and scans through the hundred of reaction pictures flooding through his feed. In the middle of scrolling, he gets a text from Finn. He feels his heart skip a beat after his eyes skim over the message. 

Finn: Nick? Where'd you go 😣 Did I kill you or something? 

Nick: Maybe

Finn: Oh??

Nick: I wasn’t expecting you to say that 😭

Finn: 🤭💙

Nick: 😒 

Finn: :D 

Anywayssss can you come over today? I miss you😢 

Nick: I have a video to edit and upload today 😕 

Finn: You can come over after maybe?

Nick: Idk… I’m kinda stressed out rn

Finn: I’ll help you de-stress! We can bake cookies or watch a movie :D 

Nick: Idk Finn…

Finn: Pleaseeee 😖 we can even chill in my “badass room” 

Nick: Alright alright. I’ll text you when I upload the video 

Finn: YAY! I’ll prepare in the meantime :3 I’ll see you later! 

Nick: see you later :D

Nick lets out a sigh and plops his phone down on his desk before looking at Matt who’s moved to stand next to him. 

“What happened, lover boy?” Matt teases. 

“Matt… don’t start that shit.” Nick mutters as he sends a threatening glare to the younger. Matt chuckles and mumbles a small ‘sorry’ before he sits back on the bed. “I agreed to go over to his house after I upload the video.” 

“Really? You’re going to his?”

“That’s what I just said, yes.” Nick lets out a small ‘ow’ when Matt smacks the back of his head. 

“I don’t need your sarcasm.” 

“You asked a stupid question!”

“Whatever.” Matt rolls his eyes as he gets up off Nick's bed and walks towards his door. “I’ll leave you alone to edit then.”

“Thank you.” Nick pulls himself back to his desk as Matt exits his room and gently shuts the door behind him. The male puts his headphones back in and turns his laptop back on.

“I need to hurry the fuck up.” Nick mumbles to himself as his editing application appears on his screen again. He lets out a heavy exhale and takes a quick glance at the time. He has less than 10 minutes to touch up the video and upload it. And if he wants to hurry and go over to Finn’s, he’s gonna need to zone in and not let anything distract him.

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo x reader #nick x reader #nick sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris x reader #matt x reader

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hi!! somewhere in the middle of last year i asked you about which bls came out in 2023, and you very helpfully provided a list of series names, thank you again!! it wasn't the whole list since we were only halfway through 2023 back then, so would you mind sharing the full list of bls that came out in 2023, now that the year is over, please? and maybe a list of bls that came out in 2022 too, if you have time?

I did the 2022's here:

Here's a quicky for 2022:

China (not tracked fully)

In Your Heart - China

Japan - tracked

A Man Who Defies The World of BL 2 AKA Absolute BL 2 AKA - source title: Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai VS Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko 2 - Japan

Accomplishment of Fudanshi Bartender - source title: Fudanshi Bartender no Tashinami - Japan

Both Me and Him are the Grooms - source title: Boku mo Aitsu mo Shinrodesu Japan

Cherry Magic the movie AKA Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!: The Movie AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii - Japan

Eternal Yesterday - source title: Eien no Kino - Japan

Grand Guignol - Japan

I Want to See Only You - source title: Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai - Japan

Kabe Koji AKA Kabesaa Doujin Sakka no Neko Yashiki-kun wa Shounin Yokkyuu wo Kojirasete iru - Japan

Kamisama no Ekohiiki - Japan

Kiss X Kiss X Kiss - Perfect Scandal - source title: キスkissキス - Japan

Melting Night: Secret Kiss - Japan

Minato's Laundromat AKA Minato Coin Laundry AKA Wash My Heart! - source title: Minato Shouji Koin Randorii AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry - Japan

More Than Words - Japan

Mr Unlucky AKA Mr. Unlucky Can Only Kiss AKA Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice but to Kiss! - source title: Fukou-kun wa Kiss Suru Shikanai! - Japan

Old Fashion Cupcake - Japan

Senpai, This Can’t be Love! - source title: Senpai, Danjite Koidewa! - Japan

Sing In Love - source title: Miso's Koi Kogare Utae - Japan

Takara & Amagi AKA Takara-kun and Amagi-kun - source title: Takara-kun to Amagi-kun - Japan

The 8.2 Second Rule - source title: 8.2 Byo no Hosoku - Japan

Korea - tracked

Behind Cut - Korea

Blue of Winter AKA Judo Boys - Korea

Blueming - Korea

Bon Appetit - Korea

Cherry Blossoms After Winter - Korea

Choco Milk Shake - Korea

Color Rush 2 - Korea

First Love Again - Korea

Happy Ending Romance was Happy Ending Outside the Fence Korea

Kissable Lips - Korea

Love Class - Korea

Love in Spring AKA Spring of Crush - Korea

Ocean Likes Me - Korea

Oh My Assistant Oh! My Assistant Korea

Oh! Boarding House - Korea

Once Again - Korea

Roommates of Poongduck 304 AKA Circumstances of Pungdeok Villa Room 304 - Korea

Semantic Error - Korea

Tinted With You - Korea

To My Star 2: Our Untold Stories - Korea

The Philippines - not tracked

About Us but Not About Us - Pinoy

Gameboys 2 - Pinoy

Rainbow Prince - Pinoy

Singapore - tracked

Getaway - Singapore

Summerdaze Christmas Together - Singapore

Taiwan - tracked

About Youth - Taiwan

DNA Says Love You - Taiwan

Marry My Dead Body AKA Ghost and I Becoming Family Taiwan

Papa and Daddy 2 - Taiwan

Plus and Minus - Taiwan

Thailand - Tracked

180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us - Thai

2 Moons The Ambassador AKA 2 Moons 3 - Thai

21 Days Theory - Thai

7 Days 7 Boys - Thai

Ai Long Nhai - Thai

Bad Buddy - Thai

Big Dragon - Thai

Check Out - Thai

Close Friend 2 - Thai

Coffee Melody - Thai

Coffee Melody holiday specials - Thai

Country Boy 2 - Thai

Cupid's Last Wish - Thai

Cutie Pie - Thai

Dear Doctor, I'm Coming for Your Soul - Thai

Enchanté - Thai

Even Sun - Thai

Fahlanruk - Thai

Gen Y 2 - Thai

Ghost Host Ghost House - Thai

Hard Love Mission - Thai

I'm Your Boyy - Thai

In a Relationship - Thai

KinnPorsche: La Forte - Thai

La Cuisine - Thai

Love Area: Part 2 - Thai

Love in the Air - Thai

Love Mechanics - Thai

Love Stage!! (Thai adaptation of Japanese original) - Thai

Magic of Zero: Zero Supporter (Cupid's Last Wish spin off) - Thai

Meow Ears Up - Thai

My Only 12% - Thai

My Ride - Thai

My Roommate - Thai

My Secret Love AKA Secret Admirer - Thai

My Tempo - Thai

Not Me - Thai

Oh! My Sunshine Night - Thai

On Cloud Nine - Thai

Our Days - Thai

Paint With Love - Thai

Physical Therapy - Thai

Rak Diao BL sitcom Thai

Restarted AKA Restart(ed) - Thai

Saneha Stories 4 - Thai

Scent of Love - Thai

Secret Crush On You - Thai

SELF the series - Thai

Sky in Your Heart Star and Sky Thai

Something In My Room - Thai

Star in My Mind Star and Sky - Thai

That's My Candy - Thai

The Eclipse - Thai

The Love of Winter - Thai

The Miracle of Teddy Bear - Thai

The Tuxedo - Thai

To Sir, With Love - source title: Khun Chai - Thai

Triage - Thai

Unforgotten Night - corrected title: Forgotten Plumbing - Thai

Vice Versa - Thai

War of Y - Thai

What If - Thai

What Zabb Man! - Thai

Why You... Y Me? (BL Side) - Thai

Work From Heart - Thai

You're My Sky - Thai

Vietnam - Not tracked

Mr Cinderella- source title: Chàng Lọ Lem - Vietnam

The Next Door Crush - Vietnam

The Promise - Vietnam

Want to See You - source title: MUỐN NHÌN THẤY EM - Vietnam

You Are My Stupid Boy - source title: TỰA ÁNH DƯƠNG NGỜI - Vietnam

I can do a quick list for 2023. But I'm not bothering to do another full review one. They too long.

Gimme a sec.

#thai bl #korean bl #japanese bl #taiwanese bl #bL 2022