#anyway. life is incredibly fucking weird y’all

[harrylights]

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#two months exactly since my louis show #never ever in a million years could i have imagined that this of all things would be happening today #in a way it’s fitting since today i’ll be singing for people #just. not for a reason i would have ever expected #oh shit i’ll be wearing the same pants i wore to the show too wtf #IDK WHAT THESE LITTLE COINCIDENCES MEAN BUT THEYRE FREAKING ME OUT MAN #too many 26s and 4s fucking everywhere #4s have happened every time someone i know has passed #idk wtf it means or if it even means anything but what the FUCK #anyway. life is incredibly fucking weird y’all #enjoy the small things and the ppl in ur lives while u can #rowyn rambles

[kastelixa]

Instead of posting pointless callouts, use your brains.

tldr: some of yall need to learn what a fucking block button is

Genuinely what is so hard about pressing the block button? Like omg I promise no one cares about your fuckass callout posts or rants. Like some of these people are embarrassing as hell. If you get triggered by shit on the internet, it’s YOUR decision on wether or not you want to interact or block and move on with your life. Like brother, i’m not going to throw a fit and freak out over some post that just so happened to contain weird shit on it. You know what I do? I MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE. Because I got better shit to worry about than some random ass fic on tumblr.

You like ddlg? Cool. Doesn’t hurt me or anyone, I don’t care. You like incest? Good for you! You like noncon? Okay! Like do y’all see how easy it is to just smile and nod? Trust, policing what people post and enjoy, is not going to change shit. It’s just annoying as fuck. People pick and choose, because some of the shit you all consume wouldn’t be considered normal either, going by what you all say.

According to all of your logic, blood kinks, knife kinks, gun kinks, piss kinks, and etc. should not be normalized either. Murder shouldn’t be written about, especially gore. Which is fucking moronic, considering how RE is built on violence and gore. Please, learn how to separate fiction from reality.

Many people are fans of iconic slasher films and horror movies. Michael Myers is a rapist and a murderer. But guess what? No one CARES! Because he’s not REAL. I could go on with so much more examples, but you should get the point by now. Hopefully. Dark content is everywhere, why is it now that it’s weird? Makes no fucking sense.

I get that some of you don’t want your precious white boy’s image to be tainted or defamed or whatever, but trust, Leon Kennedy is not reading these fics nor would he care. ‘He’s not a rapist or into incest!’, well he also wouldn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ or whatever cheesy bs fluff fics contain nowadays. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? It’s all OOC. We KNOW he’s not a horrible person or an incredibly affectionate lover, but people write whatever they want. And no one’s going to stop them! Not the posts clogging up the tags or the weird asks.

There’s so much more, but the main arguments that keep being repeated are ‘it’s weird’ and ‘if you write about it, you’re probably going to do it in real life’. That take is so fucking stupid I can’t help but laugh. Same bs as white moms claiming their son is going to shoot some place out just because he plays violent video games. The whole point? SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY. And if you don’t like something? IGNORE IT? Why are you willingly engaging like omg are you stupid or dumb.

OH AND. ‘kids could see this!’ When will you all learn that no matter what you do, you cannot control what a person sees or decides to interact with. Especially minors. I’m willing to bet half of a smut writers followers are minors. Guess what? People lie all the time, about their ages and whatever else. It’s the fucking internet, of course they do. It’s not the responsibility of the blog owner to take care of children. The most they could do is plaster a big fat MDNI on their blog, that’s it. It’s the job of the parents to control what their kid watches or consumes, and we can’t exactly help with that. So don’t pretend to gaf about minors like omg.

Anyways. I’m too lazy to continue writing like I just needed to say this because some of you are slow. Me and many others are going to continue to write whatever the fuck we want. In conclusion? Block if you don’t like it LMAO. I don’t care about what some rando has to say on the internet.

#🪼☆.thinking #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x you #dark content #some of yall r DUMB

[eneablack]

when i first shifted to my fantasy dr (part 1)

i shifted to this dr in the past and i made a google doc about it because i wanted to send it to my friends but now that i have this account i can share the experience with y’all too :)

i recently shifted there again and wanted to share that too but i thought it would be better to post this one first as it explains more about my dr.

i’ll just copy and paste the document but it says that it’s too long so i have to split it into two posts.

so here we go.

OKAY SO I don't know where to start because I'm still freaking out okay. first of all, to shift, I simply set the intention to wake up in that specific reality (which I called “fantasy reality” because I didn't know what other name to give it) and went to sleep without doing anything else except visualising some parts of my dr house. the next morning i felt something on my face like someone was holding my face in their hands which scared me because i went to sleep alone and usually no one wakes me up but then i remembered it could be mom since we had something to do that morning. only that it wasn’t mom- opening my eyes I was hella shocked, I can't even explain what I felt after seeing that I had neteyam in front of me (yes, I added him to the script of this reality too), after all these months of pure agony (and I'm not kidding) I was finally in front of him and him in front of me. i immediately tried not to act weird but it was super hard so after he asked me if i was sick i told him i had a very weird nightmare and i still had to recover. the fact is that in this reality where I shifted he is not a blue alien but a "human" version (not so much human because he's an elf) and god, he was beautiful, the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. at that point he seemed kind of worried about me because i was staring at him the whole time in silence trying to realize what had just happened so to avoid freaking him out more i told him i was so tired again and fuck, he laughed and then he fucking kissed me. to say that I exploded at that moment is an understatement, but let's overlook it. we got out of bed and started getting ready because, from what I understand, we had decided the night before that that morning we would go to my best friend's café (her name is auri and she is a fairy) and it was initially strange to realize that I had wings on my back (they are not so big anyway, that's why I didn't even feel them at first) and I immediately wondered how the fuck do I put a shirt on 🧍🏼but in the end I wore something all shredded. auri (one of my best friends) was so energetic, she never stopped talking but it didn't bother me. then my other friends yuri and will joined us (it’s will byers lol, i added him to the script after watching stranger things this summer). and will is a faun here 😭 he is truly a love, the sweetest and kindest person i know. I'm writing too much maybe I should cut it a bit, i’ll try to summarize from now. in the afternoon comes my favorite part: my work. in this reality I am half fairy half witch, which is a rare gene there (i scripted so because i wanted to be main character), in fact I am almost the only witch in the village apart from my mother and grandmother. so I went home to prepare a potion that someone had asked me for, they had to spray it on the garden that would make the crops grow well. meanwhile, while I was working on my table/altar, neteyam was working on a wonderful painting (that’s his job) which represented the image of the ocean at sunset with a ship in the centre. it was incredible, he was so talented. after i finished the potion i had another customer that day who ordered me a tarot reading so i went to her house (customers often come to my house but it is more usual for me to go to them). she was a young fairy and lived with her mother. as soon as I arrived they were both very kind and asked me if I wanted something to eat or drink before the reading, I said maybe later but they insisted so they made me sit down and gave me a slice of lemon cake (y’all it was so good) and some tea made by them.

(go to my next post for part 2 cause i can’t fit the entire text here for some reason)

#shifting realities #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #success story #shifted #shifting stories

[kqirvaa]

Rmember when I made like SCU headcanons or some shit (Smosh Cinematic Universe)? Well some of y’all really liked that and I’m getting chosen lore brainrot after the live so I’m making another for purely chosen lore 🥰🥰

Disclaimer: these are all my headcanons, unless I like say or some shit all of this is being made up in my brain because I think it’s cool or whatever, don’t take this as fact at all but like u can also headcanon what I’m saying bro idk 💀😭😭

Bro my ass essentially made my own fucking story or fanfic plot or whatever 😭😭😭

Also this shit is a long ass ramble so if u don’t wanna bother just be known one of the headcanons is that Shayne and Spencer’s chosen are in a purely romantic relationship ❤️ (SOMEONE BETTER MAKE A FANFIC OF THEM)

Okay… so getting the most important chosen thing out of the way, chosen is not bullshitting, the chosen all have real powers and shit and are from different dimensions, doesn’t mean they aren’t also loser awkward virgins though they’re still that but just are also powerful Jedi mfs lmao

Now for the next one I’m gonna use into the spiderverse as a good example. All dimensions have a Spider-Man, however not all Spider-Man are Peter Parker, while he still exists in some of those dimensions, like Gwen’s.

So, all dimensions have a chosen, however there are different chosen in different dimensions (if the chosen is played by a different cast member it’s not the same chosen, except mb Olivia’s we’ll get to that 💀) and a person who is chosen in one dimension won’t be chosen in another. Let’s use the chosen who faps, that chosen is that dimension’s Chanse, in that dimension Chanse is chosen.

Now you may IMMEDIATELY be thinking abt the main chosen, Shayne Topp and the chosen are from the same dimension. Well this is my most controversial headcanon, Shayne’s chosen is NOT from our dimension. But then who is our dimension’s chosen? ANTHONY PADILLA.

Anthony was a chosen, but then fapped or something (I have faint memories of the funeral roast) and is like calamity chosen and shit and no longer chosen. This is what attracted Shayne’s chosen to our dimension, as an incredibly powerful chosen he was drawn to this dimension as it completely lacked any chosen.

Oh yh and u may be thinking “but the main chosen’s name is Spencer Agnew… so he’s not Shayne Topp…” you think your parents are gonna give you the same name in every dimension buddy? You might not even have the same parents!

Anyways main chosen is stunned by our world as to how unchosen it is (normalised gooning) and comes here a bunch to try and change that, he also looks for some form of way to get his presence known on some kind of public platform, which is where smosh/smosh Vegas comes into play. (Where he was first introduced)

This is now a side headcanon: Smosh Vegas was this event hosted by Smosh to get unknown talent onto the channel to have their chance at possible success in some form of entertainment route for their future, which is where all these new characters (a lot of which we never see again coz it was for just that event and they didn’t gain much traction or popularity or whatever, bleeding into real life here). Smosh mostly picked weird and wacky individuals, think like reality tv show casting 💀, so the chosen most obviously got accepted onto Vegas.

Now I have not fact checked this but I’m pretty sure the chosen was the only character introduced in Vegas who came back afterwards, he was also one of the few in more than one video. I’d say he found success in entertainment, the audience loved him he could’ve gone on to do his own thing and shit, but he stayed with Smosh.

This is where my headcanons start to get really silly and in fanfic territory or whatever. Why did the chosen stay with Smosh? Well it’s a great public outlet for getting his ideas out there, they (us) loved him! But he also stayed due to other reasons. The chosen knows about Anthony, that’s why he’s here in the first place of course he knows what happened. But Anthony was long gone and presumed never coming back when the chosen came, so staying at smosh because of Anthony would be a stupid idea.

No, there was something else at smosh… SOMEONE. Charles Spencer Agnew, more commonly known as Spencer Agnew. They had almost the exact same name while not being variants of each other, the chosen couldn’t think that was just due to coincidence!! He believed it was some kind of sign and decided to stay to investigate what it meant. This is also why the chosen and Spencer are in heaps of vids together (…early on at least 👀)

Okay so now we’ve gotten the silly origin story out of the way and this is already like the longest post I’ve ever made 😭😭😭

The chosen begins to host Chosen Multiverses. This is a common chosen practice to see which chosen are strongest, the chosen just decided to start hosting it in our dimension as 1. Public platform and 2. This universe has no chosen so 5 chosen being there benefits.

An important part about these competitions!!! I believe this is canon coz it was mentioned once, when you win a chosen multiverse you are upgraded to “the chosen” over just being “chosen”, meaning Shayne, Spencer, Ian and Angela’s chosen are all the chosen.

Anyways here’s the silly part that’s inspired this and has ao3 vibes. The first multiverse is where we meet Spencer, Jackie and mb Courtney’s (idk if they did a tntl bit first but oh well!) chosen for the first time. Also Noah who thankfully canonically doesn’t have a chosen as he’s actually some merch ad and not a real chosen 😘.

Main chosen is truly stunned by Spencer’s chosen… as they are equal in power. Main chosen has never come across anyone close to his power, which is also why Spencer’s chosen comes back all the time. Now we also already established that Shayne and Spencer’s chosen are NOT THE SAME PERSON, and are variants of their respective cast members. So this brings us to the main headcanon for why I made this:

Shayne and Spencer’s chosen are romantically attracted to one another and have a purely romantic relationship.

Now the chosen is canonically not asexual (Shayne said in a Lego stream), I’m not here to headcanon sexuality stuff but I do agree with this and they’re constantly battling their urge to fap and shit coz of their Jedi duty .

Anyways the chosen already isn’t straight coz he canonically sucked Tim’s dick in the matrix (don’t ask) so when u think abt it not very far fetched ❤️

Anyways this brings us to the actual fuckinng livestream Jesus I’m so sorry for the LENGTH of this ramble

If you remember the trailer, it starts as Anthony hitting his head and having a “dream sequence”. Guys let me cook with this next one cos I’m proud lowkey: as Anthony is a chosen anomaly, he still kinda has powers, and the whole sitcom is a micro dimension created by Anthony’s brain after his accident that 3 chosen venture into to contain and eliminate it from existence. This is also why they kinda break the 4th wall in the script and stuff and almost spectate the whole live because they are aware that it’s fake.

Not really too sure what to think of the weed thing btw 💀 anyways yh so chosen!shayne x chosen!spencer canon plsplsplsssss

Also they’re teaching Trevor’s chosen btw that’s why the bring him (yet to be ready for a multiverse, which also btw I was 100% expecting him to be in this years multiverse, like I was thinking the lineup would be him and Arasha over Spencer and Courtney) and Shayne and Spencer’s chosen are dealing with it coz they’re the most powerful.

Uuhhh yeah cool so sorry u had to read all that lmao I probably missed some stuff like loopholes or whatever, I’d love to answer questions in the comments in shit so yh!

Ps: someone make a fucking fanfic of chosen Spencer and chosen Shayne PLEASE

Oh yh I also forgot to mention normal Spencer chosen by proxy and Olivia’s chosen but oh well they weren’t important…

#smosh #spencer agnew #shayne topp #the chosen #keira rambles

[what-gs-watching]

“Cease and desist, bitch!”

News flash friends: job hunting is still terrible. Like, four months in and it’s still the worst. I finished two interview loops recently and I’m waiting to hear back and I have two others I’m trying to get through and it’s all hurry up and wait.

But then Netflix told me that GIRLS5EVA was coming to the platform, complete with a new season, and I got soooo excited. 

I’m sure no one has heard of this show, it was born on Peacock and it’s a Tina Fey joint but there’s definitely a super specific audience for it which is, basically, me. 

Were you born in the 80’s/early 90’s? Did you love all the random girl groups/boybands? Are you now barreling toward 40 and it’s just really depressing and terrible? Then Girls5eva is also for you. 

Wherein, four millennial women decide to reunite their early 2000’s girl group after their one-hit wonder is sampled on a new hip hop track. 

It’s hilarious. And really specific. And starring SARA BAREILLES who in real life is an incredible musician. Y’all remember “Gravity”? No? Even though it was featured in a Community episode where Annie cuts to a montage because she’s  trying to convince everyone that she and Jeff have had a ‘will-they-won’t-they’ thing going on all year? “Gravity” is the theme of that montage!

While you’re checking out Girls5eva, also listen to Sara Bareilles. The girl is a true fucking talent. 

ALSO, Busy Philipps. I LOVE Busy Philipps. And have loved her since Dawson’s freakin’ Creek and then AGAIN in Cougartown. 

(Side rant - Cougartown really is a wonderful show. Terrible name, but honestly incredibly funny and there are a ton of good running jokes and it’s just fun as hell. Courteney Cox got shagged on that one, it really is a gem.)

Anyway. There are 3 seasons and it follows the ladies valiantly trying to make a comeback while dealing with being normal people again after their brief shot at fame in the early 2000’s. Which, I think we all remember fondly but was actually a pretty gross time and the show makes sure you remember that - it was not great for women by any means and it’s still not great now but Girls5eva make it work. And it’s endearing.

And y’all, some of the songs are a fuckin’ bop. BPE? Aka “Big Pussy Energy” (the club remix) is the anthem we all need right now. “Kick down the doors no locks / I don't need a key / Eyes down here, yeah, I'm the centerpiece / Animal queendom feline synergy / Kickin’ down the doors, big pussy energy!” That shit gets you in the right frame of mind. I need more semi-cheesy female anthems in my life and I’m pretty sure you do too. 

Honestly, the show is really just about the fact that life doesn’t have to end after your 20’s, you can keep going after your dreams even if they’re ridiculous. And you can balance your regular shit while you do it. And you don’t need a man to define who you are. And you can leave toxic relationships if you need to. And you can grow as a person. And you can still be a crazy bitch sometimes and your friends will support you.

There’s a lot going on, and it’s all wonderful. Honestly, we need more shows about olderish female friends, with a touch of insanity. I don’t want regular female friends, I want batshit female friends doing ridiculous things. 

Also, lastly, Wickie Roy is a fucking icon. In a weird way because she’s struggling to live in a normal world and she refuses to compromise and she’s an absolute nutbag but in the best way possible. 

Basically, Girls5eva is making me feel better about my life. If they can get back into pop music, I can get myself another boring job and BPE is gonna help me get it done. 

“Momentum yeah / um it’s our moment / we’re contenders…”

#what g's watching #girls5eva #wickie roy #sara bareilles #famous5eva #BPE

[tabithatwo]

you people are so weird. any person with a brain would understand that shauna would be the most affected by the loss of her baby. that baby is literally a part of her in a way that jackie will never be able to. you’re just mad that shauna’s character no longer revolves around the non canon ship that you made up in your head.

I’m only gonna respond to one of these the rest will be deleted but this is a good example to use to tap into more general concerning discussion I see!

Two parts, the easy one first:

everyone who says this stuff is missing the point completely, the conversation isn’t even about shipping like…at all, actually! It’s character continuity! The point is simply that s1 21 shauna was constantly impacted by a specific thing (the loss of Jackie) and now that we’ve seen that loss on screen in 96, the showrunners have shifted s2 21 Shauna a LOT (both on screen and in interviews). I also talked about Misty’s continuity. Im concerned about the 2021 CHARACTERS CHANGING BASED ON THINGS THAT HAVE ALL ALREADY HAPPENED TO THEM IN THE PAST BY THE FIRST FRAME OF ADULT THEM THAT WE EVER SEE IN THE SHOW. Because I worry that the writers don’t themselves know enough of what happened in the 96 tl to not have continuity issues in the adult characters and/or there’s been a push somewhere to make the characters more tolerable or sympathetic. Like that is the thesis statement idk if that helps lol cause I think you’re probably willfully misunderstanding me but in case you’re not there’s another rephrasing of it.

Second thing, less easy:

telling people that “anyone with a brain would understand that the loss of a baby would impact her most” is actually a very cruel thing to do! I’m taking the time to explain this in case you’re on the younger side or something and maybe just don’t understand, but when you talk to people you do not know what they’ve experienced. So imagining that you’re telling someone who has experienced the thing you’re lecturing them on when you say things can be a helpful metric in being less of an asshole in your phrasing. Pregnancy loss and stillbirth CAN absolutely be the hardest thing some people ever experience. But applying that rhetoric to every single woman is actually a very right wing bullshit propaganda sexist crock of shit, which is the other issue I have with this storyline that’s making me weary. The entire she showed no interest in this baby but every woman wants their baby and it just takes seeing it to realize thing? Rotted. Absolutely rotted lol. Can that happen? YEAH! Does it every time or even most of the time? FUCKING NO IT DOES NOT! Does constantly portraying that in media create a general understanding that is incredibly harmful? The one you’re actually sending back at me right now? ALSO YEAH! I’m not saying I don’t think there’s a way they can go with Shauna’s grief that doesn’t play into this, but the shift in her 2021 character PAIRED with the quote about the baby being the most profound loss worries me.

Especially when the proof is a little bit in the pudding, because there are so many people like you very loudly saying that miscarriage or pregnancy loss or stillbirth is unequivocally the worst thing that can happen to a woman and that questioning that is wrong.

So back to think about who you’re talking to and how they could have any life you don’t understand: you sent this to me! A stranger on the internet! And I, someone who actually quite literally experienced pregnancy loss at 19 years old of a baby that I didn’t want with a man that I slept with because of his proximity to a specific woman, woke up to a message telling me that I’m stupid for not understanding the impact of the loss of a pregnancy. Now is that the exact same loss as Shauna’s? No of course not but damn if it isn’t a little eerie in its closeness lol. Which is probably WHY I care so much how they’re handling this rhetoric.

ANYWAY LAYING THIS SUBJECT TO REST FOR NOW LIKE COACH BENS LEG Y’ALL ARE DOING TOO MUCH LET ME TALK ABOUT MY CONCERNS FOR THE CONTINUITY AND DIRECTION OF A TV SHOW I LOVE ON MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT TELLING ME I DONT UNDERSTAND A THING IVE EXPERIENCED THANKS SO MUCH!

#cw miscarriage #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #yellowjackets #asks answered

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

Aaaaaaaaaaa thank y’all!! You’re incredible 😭 But yah! This is for you two amazing people and ONLY you two folks! Here be my ocs:

First one here’s Vaelora, she’s a daughter of Jaehaerys and Alysanne who isn’t close to her parents or many of her siblings so just chooses to live her life on Dragonstone. She’s born with a bit of a fucked up face but weird birthmark be damned, my girl can garden. She likes tending to Aegon’s Garden and has a massive amount of notebooks on plants and their effects, which is kinda good for maesters and healers in general in order to know what plants are good for medicine and what plants are poisonous- but unfortunately, she got those notes from testing on people and animals 💀 generally, she might be responsible for most animal deaths, since she hates most creatures that aren’t her sweet lil fucked up dragon Nightshade, but her favourite test subject of all is her son Aeryn, who’s his mommy’s specialest little lab rat <3 people started getting concerned that she might be a witch or smth but lucky for everyone! Vaelora’s found dead in her garden from apparent plant poisoning! No one knows what happens, but a few years later Aeryn also kicks the bucket from an unknown illness and Nightshade ends up as the Cannibal’s midnight snack so…. Yippe! No happy ending for any of these fellas!!

My second fella here is Naera, daughter of Daeron ii and Myriah! Surprise surprise, she’s named after her dear ol’ granny Naerys, and like her g-ma she’s worried she’ll have to marry one of her brothers but surprise! Daeron ii is anti incest so there’s no worries abt that! Butttt that means without having to worry about marrying one of her siblings Naera realizes she mayyy be a bit gay, actually very gay, gets a bit too flirty with almost every woman she encounters. But seeing as she’s not a guy that isn’t considered a good thing, she gets in a lot of trouble with her parents over it and is pressured into finding at least one singular guy she tolerates to marry, which is very not yippee. Anyways she finds a nobleman who’s genuinely kind and loves her but she only sees him as a friend who’s kinda ignorant of her constant affairs- but they have two kids so that’s kinda cool, she doesn’t really like them though. At some point she gets kidnapped by pirates and there’s a whole situation that ends with her cutting off her hand and tossing it to the captain, and also she kinda adopts one of her maid’s daughters to make up for the fact that she was a shitty mom to her own kids before falling down the stairs at the ripe old age of 58 and dying, yippe <3

#thank you for letting me rant about these sillies 😭 this might be my only post today- #asoiaf ocs #asoiaf fanart #this is totally a valid tag for this don’t worry abt it guys-

[pocketstoriesstore]

SOUNDS FAIR -Part II

Summary: You’re visiting your best friend for a while, when you get to know about someone’s existence. And everything start to change in you life.

Please +18!! (cigarettes, alcohol, wounds, suffering, bad memories.)

Hey there. Sorry for my choice of words, I’m from BR and I love to write, but I write in Portuguese 🤭 this time I decided to do different so here we are. I hope you like this piece of story. This is the part two of “Souds fair”. Hope y’all like it.

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And that was everything you could remember clearly since the fall you suffered when you stepped behind twice just to squeeze your left foot on a puddle of something that looked like alcohol on the floor.

Embarrassed by the hot guy. Congratz.

And then, slapping your right hand on the whiskey bootle and sending it directly to the same piece of the floor which you decided to use the same hand to support your body weight on the fall, you got your hand skin hurt in so many large and deep wounds you couldn’t count.

Everything happened in less than three seconds and that was so incredibly painful that you… well, started to cry and curse so many things you didn’t remember knowing, letting every costumer curious and worried, some of them even disposing to help you out.

Leon was sharp cutting every chaos off while he shouted: “ All of you, chill out. Ill fix her hand NOW, dont worry.” While everyone stared, he proceeded: “About the bottle, it was my fault. ‘Think I scared her when I came in without a sound. Be righ back with her and ill fix that too, Sebastian. Now, yall just chill out, she’ll freak out like that! I actually am!”

He managed to put you up, tying your hand with the fabric of his sleeve to stank the waterfall of blood you were loosing in that moment, when you shouted out at his firm touch to hold the fabric without tying it on your wounded skin. he said in the most soft voice you’ve heard from him ‘til now, sounding like that one was just for you: “i know it hurts, but i need you to close your hand like this. It will help until we get you into the hospital. You think you can do this for me, hon?” You just agreed with your head while lost deep in his eyes, thinking about the possibility of one of those big pieces of glass had fucked up your artistic hands movings for good, but that wasn’t a good time to think of it.

He took you to his bike and helped you out to hang in it, making sure you were safe while he went to take his helmet in a few seconds and gave it to you.

You both got into the hospital very fast, even for yourself who was dying in pain. You tried your best to hold tight on his strong abs with barely one hand while he runned the fuck off on the highway as if his own mother were in danger.

When you got inside the hospital (finally), he sat you on any chair and then he showed to the nurses something in the interface of his wallet, making everyone move really fast to attend to you.

Was those rumors about him to be a cop or something true, then, huh?

Seconds later you got someone picking your wrist and hand with anesthesia and suturing your wounds, while you kept looking every single detail of glass being taken off of the wholes in your hand and blood pouring out frenetically.

L: You don’t feel even weird seeing those gore things, huh? You’re a brick.

Y: You didn’t expect me going through all the childish tears i let roll today, did you? Ive been worst

L: Worst than bleeding is bad.

Y: You wouldn’t believe. How did we get here so fast? You might be important. Thanks anyway.

L: Not that important, but if I have something on my favor against all the mess I’m in, then ill like to use it.

With a scoff you giggle and say:

Y: What could be wrong about you?

He stares at you when its too late to find out you SAID something. You feel your face burn and immediately try to fix things a little bit, but already afraid it’s REALLY too late.

Y: I mean, when i look at you it seems like you made yourself without loosing a step. It seems like you know exactly how or when to take a step, or to fix things, or how to make people to do whatever you say. It was kind of easy to obey you until now.

L: Are you supposing you’re going to be reckless now that you’re hand is almost in one piece?

You both laugh, you always with ghost of tears in your eyes, when one traitor tear find a way to scape from your eye and roll your face down. It was really weird and stressful to be there, to get a fucked up hand now, to be safe by a hot stranger who picked out your hidden conversation about him with your best friend, but something over all that seemed so right.

Finding real worry about you in his eyes made you feel so fulfilled, grateful and something else, and two seconds after you started to cry again, cleaning the tears from your face with your elbow, ashamed about not being even capable of holding it inside your eyes. Mess. Bricks don’t cry. Ever.

His smile despaired almost immediately, then he was on his knees beside you, confused about what made you cry this time but trying his best to not mess things even more: “Hey! Hey, its ok. Does it still hurt?” He reached out for your free hand, holded it with his soft but strong tate, caressing your knuckles while talking in almost a shushing: “We’re almost there, please, hold on.”

You couldn’t just tell him what was that, so you decided to agree with your head again, half laughing your best sympathetic smile, when he surprised you letting out of your hand softly to roll his thumbs across your cheeks. “Look, It’s all fine already. lets get you home and pretend this is a great day and we can try to buy you a new hand if you’re up to.”

You both laugh again, you take your ass out of the chair, say thanks to everyone who took care of you as you leave the hospital.

Fresh air in the face, hand almost fixed.

When you’re outside and your phone works again, turned out that Elizabeth tried to call you eleven times and left lots of messages saying you left your keys of her apartment on the bar, and it was too late to wake her parents up.  

Even in the rules of the building it was impossible trying to enter like a visitor at three A.m.

You were homeless, now.

L: What?

Y: Im homeless now. Do you want to spend four hours walking around? Because I don’t have a place to come back till seven o’clock. What do you say?

L: I say you may be homeless but I’m not. Its cold here and you’re already lucky enough for today. Lets go to my house.

You just nod. It was still easy to obey that cop.

You followed him inside his apartment. It was clean and half have anything hanging on the walls. Everything looked so cold and square, but in a good way. You stared him while he took his shoes off, you did the same when he says: “You can pretend this is your own house, don’t need to do exactly what i do. Only if you want to.”

Y: “Got it. Do you have coffee here? I can prepare, if you drink too.”

L: “Not about to try to rest even a little bit? You can use my bed, actually. Im not a bit tired.”

Y: “I guess sleeping now would make me a potential serial killer. How could I sleep? Not even if i was a chill person.”

L: “Let’s make coffee, then.”

Y: “Can you talk to me while I do it? It’ll feel more comfortable for me to be so used to your house as if it was mine if you talk.”

L: “What do you wanna hear about? My real name? My job which makes me an important person for the government security, my wife who doesn’t exists, or why I keep going to your friends bar alone late night almost everyday and talk to no one?”

Y: “How much did you hear? Are you spy? Because I would never know you’ve been there hiding if you didn’t tell me. I want to know all. And your “real” name too, please, weirdo.”

L: “My name is Leon S. Kennedy. Im on a short vacation, so I decided do stay here for a while to get away from the job. Which means we’re not up to talk about this, BUT you’re safe with me.”

Your heart pounds on your throat and your cheeks burns at this part. Is it ok to feel like this with an stranger? He could be really dangerous, cmon.

He goes on:”I don’t have a wife, or anything like that. I had some but this is it. Im here to try to clean my mind as much as i can, so i talk to important people to me just by the phone and I guess things works kinda good this way.”

You turn around: “…And?”

L:”Aaaand I just told you too much. I’m afraid to put you in danger if I keep talking and talking. I don’t think I have so much mo-

You cut him off: “ Are you running from something? Because it feels like you’re hiding from the ones you apparently like. What happened?”

He looks confused and admired while you make coffee with one hand, always watching out so you wouldn’t get burned with hot water. And you noticed that all along.

L: “I know I may look like this, but they know more than myself I need all this, most of the things I’ve been through, we were kinda together. Our job is really messy and sometimes we just need to disappear and pretend we’re another person with another life.”

You stare at him two seconds, offering him a cup of fresh and hot coffee: “Seems really messy, cop. I’m sorry for all that. Is it working? I mean, this time here, and all.”

L : “Well, more than I thought. I got myself owning a new hand to someone I just know, whose name I found out in the hospital because she didn’t tell me…“

Y: “OMG! I’m so sorry!”-He laughs loud and you keep talking, starting to laugh and pretending to feel hurt in your feelings “ I was bleeding, please be nice and forgive me. I think I was so worried about to discover your personal informations that I didn’t realize you would care if I do have a name too.”

L: Of corse I’d do. Nobody ever made me coffee with one hand before, I’d never felt this special. Why did you want to know all this? It was just to tell Elizabeth?

His voice fits his humor so well. But he seemed so triggered by the doubt.

Y: “I chased for a reason, at first, so I blamed her. But I don’t feel like telling her anything you told me. The informations are mine too, now. Im not the kind of sharing so many things.“

He laughed while stared for a moment deeply inside your eyes, again. You must be wrong, but you swear you could feel his eyes along all your existence while you were preparing coffee with your back turned to him. He offers you a cigarette, you take it and say: “Thank you so much for this day. If I knew a broken hand would make me know nice people like you I’d break a member a day at least.”

He just stared with a kind of a smile growing on his mouth when you said: “ Can I thank you properly?”

Suspicious and curious at the same time, he said: “Well, you don’t have to worry about i-“

You approached and hugged him softly. And he hugged you back, and the hug became tighter and warm.

There was something terribly uncontrollable growing inside of you and you both kept like that for a while.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #resident evil jill #leon x reader #leon scott kennedy #fanfic #leon fanfic

[crystallizedday]

SO FUN FACT

Y’ALL WANNA KNOW WHAT MY FAVORITE TYPE OF HORROR IS?

THE KIND WHERE EVEN THE MONSTER/ANTAGONIST IS IN ABSOLUTE PSYCHOLOGICAL AGONY BECAUSE I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON

Oh yeah, you know what time it is.

INK DEMON HEADCANON TIIIIME!!

& it’s an ACTUAL headcanon now, cause I got nothing to really back it up too much, at least in comparison to the alternatives to it.

So

Ever since the first chapter of the first game, one of the most popular interpretations of the Ink Demon was that this entity WAS Bendy, at least mentally.

That he thought like Bendy, maybe even had some of his memories…

Like he was ripped from his cartoon home & brought into the real world, but with a terrible consequence in the form of his body being fucked up.

Or something like that.

So…

I personally do not like that interpretation.

I’m fine with other people seeing it that way (hell, I find it really cool seeing other people’s different interpretations & reimaginings anyway), but if you want my thoughts on it…

I like to believe it’s a lot more… heartbreaking than that.

I mean, think about what it must be like to be just… living & having this weird body that was supposed to mirror a fucking cartoon character.

Imagine you’re just an entity brought to life with no prior memories or experiences, yet your body was molded to look like & represent a cute character, a MASCOT…

Imagine having to be locked up because you don’t look like that character enough…

Imagine trying to live your life with a face that doesn’t truly belong to you…

Imagine having to suffer the duality of wanting to have been perfect to get better treatment from your “creator”, but also not wanting such a face cause it’s not yours, & it’s not who you are.

Imagine having to deal with the fact that everyone around you will see you as a twisted version of that cartoon character you were SUPPOSED to be, something you had no say in to begin with.

Like…

I’m convinced my guy has MAJOR identity issues & doesn’t know who exactly he is.

Being Joey’s little antagonist in the cycle doesn’t help either, cause in THERE, he’s the enemy of the guy Joey was trying to torture, someone Inky’s never even MET before but was just… pinned against to please Joey.

Hell, perhaps we could get CHEESILY metaphorical & say Inky’s trapped in TWO prisons: the cycle (obviously) & his own body, forever stuck looking somewhat like the Bendy character, doomed to forever be associated with Bendy, even if he doesn’t want to be.

So even if he were to get out of the cycle or even the studio, his own body would keep him tied to that name, tied to Bendy, tied to the people who were behind the films for Bendy, tied to Joey Drew Studios…

Making it incredibly hard if not impossible to move on from those traumatic events…

So perhaps THAT could be another reason why he’d be too afraid to leave the cycle if given the opportunity…

Cause he’s afraid of having to deal with that impossible challenge…

…

…

I am so fucking cruel to this poor thing. HWDIWNDIKDOCKS

HE’S SUCH A FASCINATING CHARACTER TO WRITE FOR THOUGH

IM SO GLAD THE BOOKS & BATDR FLESHED HIM OUT

PROBABLY ONE OF IF NOT MY FAVORITE HORROR MONSTER NOW CAUSE OF IT

He’s deliciously complicated.

Yum.

HWIDWJDO I am a menace.

#batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #ink demon #the ink demon #ink bendy #batdr headcanons #batim headcanons #WHY CANT I BE NICE TO MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS #GOD DAMN MAN #CURSE MY INTENSE LOVE FOR PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR #AAAAAAAA #ink demon character studies #it’s pretty headcanony but I’d say it still counts #day’s late night rambles #even though it’s not actually that late #but uh #:p #there’s my excuse #also can you tell that I’m a big DDLC fan yet? #WHEEEEEZE

[docholligay]

Misty: Ep 2

Hello! This is about up to Episode 2 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 2 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the second episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me.  Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like  “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember  that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you  talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all  I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I  could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please  just fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

Please thank @sailorsunspot and @moonlight-frittata for backing this odd way of doing a liveblog, and remember my tip jar is always open!

One of the major victories, so far, of this show is the way it handles Misty. Misty is both a victim and a villain, and that is one of my absolute favorite places for a character to be. They also really avoid the “poor, beleaguered nerd cri cri” that I am so opposed to in fiction. 

Don’t misunderstand me, I feel deeply for Misty in that opening scene with the phone call, because I was her, minus that fact that I most definitely did not have my own phone line*. When she talks about Plato and opinion being the wilderness between knowledge and ignorance, but she’s so socially uncanny she has no idea how to respond to the girls on the other end of the line without playing more into their trap, I cringed because that could have described me PERFECTLY from about the ages of 7 to 13. When i was little, it was basically decided by my classmates that no one was going to attend my birthday party, and so, not a single person showed up. I am not unsympathetic to what this shit feels like. 

So I LOVE how the show goes, “Oh, you feel for her, but as an adult, you also would find her offputting and unlikeable” and they throw us into this date situation where Misty is being unspeakably weird, and not understanding how the social game is played. There are many, many of us who were Misty as children, and grew up to learn how the game was played. I learned it so well I actually became a mean girl human nightmare from about the ages of 15 to 22-23. Calling it a game is even a touch dismissive. We are pack animals, and understanding how pack communication is done is a life skill. 

Misty is, even as an adult, unlikeable. Part of me wonders if she, too, is trapped at 17 the way I’ve accused other characters of being. Did it have to be this way? Might her life have changed if she went to college, was able to reinvent herself? I mean, we aren’t really given anything, but in that opening scene, I can see she has a very nice room, with her own phone line, and nice clothes. It SEEMS like her parents care about her at least to some degree. And that is, I think, a major part of resilience. What might Misty have been if she wasn’t out in the wild? Who might she have become, and would it be a more socially appropriate person than she is now? 

Because she found a part of herself out there that I think she’s still clinging to. 

There are people who are born for certain situations, and certain moments. People who are incredibly good in a crisis. I may be an abrasive piece of shit in my day to day life, but I also am fairly good in a crisis. There’s Winston Churchill. Anyway, Misty is also one of those people who is great in a crisis. From the word go, she manages the situation with a very clear head, bracing herself as the plane crashes, immediately looking for the emergency door. She has excellent first aid skills--though I scoff at her having taken babysitter first aid, I have taken wilderness first aid, and that is shit from wilderness first aid and even a bit beyond--and proves herself invaluable to the team. 

All of that is fine. All of that is great, actually. 

But what this leads to is her manufacturing a crisis--well, that’s not fair, let’s instead say prolonging a crisis--so that she can continue to be liked and useful. When I saw the end of t6he episode, I was appalled, but I wasn’t SHOCKED. I think that’s a credit to the writers, who have shown us time and again how a REASONABLE person could not like Misty or find her offputting. This is the first time in her life that people have had nice things to say about her. She helped someone in need. 

And so it doesn’t surprise me that she went into healthcare, and I am 100% sure, though please, don’t tell me, that she wrecked Nat’s car. That’s why she’s joined up with the citizen detectives. Misty has CONTINUED to find ways to make herself the only one that can help. She has continued to chase that high of being in the woods and being the only one who knows what to do and it wouldn’t surprise me if she continued to either manufacture or prolong crises in order to maintain that position of usefulness. If the girls can’t LIKE her, they will NEED her.

#Doc watches Yellowjackets #Yellowjackets S1 E2

[patronsaint-prometheus]

Annnnd I had to remove a tag on that post bec apparently “gay tradie” is a fetish. I’m looking around the room rn with the most cosmically exhausted expression. I love kink and fetish and I don’t want the gay community to succumb to purity culture. HOWEVER. it’s incredibly frustrating the way that rural and blue collar shit has been made out to be. Fictional?????

Trans guys and butches posting abt wanting to be a cowboy or saying your gender is a cowboy. I would like to ask. Have you ever left the city? do you really not find it weird that you’re identifying with something that is real people’s lifestyle? I’m not saying it’s a crime I’m saying if you have no experience with it then it feels disingenuous

You can’t fetishize and romanticize my life in the same breath as disowning rural members of the community. Lack of education does not equate to a person being bigoted. Neither does growing up in a rural (especially southern) area. AND MOST OF ALL BEING POOR IS NOT A MORAL FAILURE. Queer people live everywhere and have all different experiences and lifestyles. Some of y’all are treating these “”cowboys”” and “”blue collar butches”” like fictional fucking characters when they are often in danger for the places they live in or the lifestyle they follow. this thought process is exactly what leads to ppl turning a blind eye during major tragedies bec “that location/demographic is all homophobes anyway”. At the end of the day. We Are Everywhere And We Are Everyone.

TLDR; if you’d treat me like garbage for being poor, rural, and less educated than others. Then you can’t Jack off to my lifestyle. Hope this helped.

[koqabear]

A Dream‘s Oath

[art is by Erika Seguín Colás and Kim Jakobsson] (Left to Right)

Summary:

Life on your own had been nothing but stressful, with a busy schedule and a quiet, uneventful life. There were times when you wished you could do something about it— but that was all it was; a wish. Yet, wishes can come true, right?

Yeonjun x reader

Genre: supernatural(?) smut, strangers to ..? angst… maybe.

word count: 9K

Warnings: SMUT!! Like phew this is a little uhh…

dom!yj, sub!mc, fingering, teasing, grinding, facesitting, cunnilingus, praise, possessiveness, dirty talk, light degrading, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie, gaslighting? Maybe a sprinkle of it (let me know if I should add anything!)

a/n: me <3 brown haired yj <3

fun fact! This was supposed to come out on Halloween :( the smut got very self indulgent so I may have gotten a bit carried away,,, but anyways! I was so excited to post that this is not fully edited, so if you see something weird, that’s why..

comments and reblogs are always welcome, let me know what you think!! Hope y’all enjoy <3

From the moment you heard about the new neighbor moving into your hall, you knew it would be something interesting.

Choi Yeonjun, tall and mysterious, with eyes that could cut through you, had moved into apartment 205– right next door to yours. Oftentimes you would find yourself running into him in the mornings, shooting him a tired smile as you prepared yourself for your morning shifts at the restaurant you worked at. You would then run into him again as you would come home from your classes, or from a study session at the library; needless to say, you took that as a sign. After all, he was very kind and charming, from your limited interactions with him.

And not to mention, Choi Yeonjun was sex on legs.

With alluring eyes and long legs that allowed him to tower easily over you, it was almost as though the universe heard your desperate pleas to allow you to move on and find somebody new. Though he always wore a black mask in public, you knew that there was nothing that you wouldn’t like about what you would find underneath. Every morning or afternoon that you bumped into him would always start with a friendly smile— sure, you may be delusional, but you knew that this man wasn’t creepy.

He was, however, loud.

It was a large crack in the picture perfect persona that you had given him, as you allowed him to do whatever he liked the first week he moved in, thinking he would realize that his neighbors were all introverted and preferred the quiet. And yet, countless nights later, he had yet to care.

It wasn’t as though you wanted to listen, really. But it wasn’t until you put together that his bedroom might be right where yours, that you realized you didn’t have much of a choice. It started on a simple night where you opted to study at home, the rain impeding you from walking to the library, as you had forgotten your umbrella. The walls in this complex were never that thick, so you were bound to hear things from your neighbors at times.

So when you heard a soft thumping sound on the wall in front of you, you simply raised the volume of your headphones. Then it continued. An hour had passed. Your face had flushed with heat, a headache beginning to form from how long you had your headphones in. With no other choice but to take them off, you were unable to get anything done that night.

The mornings after were always the hardest for you.

Attempting to act casual in the elavator, as though you hadn’t heard your incredibly hot neighbor have sex for an… impressively long time. He would give you a casual smile, dressed in his usual dark attire and giving off such confidence that almost told you that he knew— and that he got an extra boost from it. You had shook away such thoughts with shame, fidgeting in the elevator as you had tried to forget the sounds that had filtered into your room.

After a while though, you began to think that he simply did not care.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” you growled, eyes begining to blur as you stared at the paper in front of you. It was currently four in the morning, and you were attempting to catch up on any work that you had forgotten to do due to your busy schedule. Yet, as luck would have it, your gracious neighbor Yeonjun decided that it would be absolutely hilarious to have someone over— someone who thought it was acceptable to scream their lungs out, apparently.

“Oh fuck- please, just like that!” The girl’s helpless pants rang out to your room, the thumping on the bed just an icing on the multi topping, multi-tiered cake. You had put up with this for way too long. A victim of pretty privilege, unfortunately, you think, throwing your glasses onto your table with frustration. You glanced at the clock, frowning as you took in the time. It was so late, and yet you got absolutely nothing done. You had classes in the early afternoon tomorrow— or rather, today— and would then have to go to work and do a closing shift.

Whatever, you thought, trudging to your bed in defeat, most of it isn’t due soon anyway.

With exhaustion following you ruthlessly, you flopped onto the bed, tossing and turning under the sheets as you tried to get comfortable. Yet, you couldn’t.

“What the fuck is this guy doing that’s got her going like this?” You yelled out, pounding on the walls as a last resort. Your heart sped a bit as your actions began to seep in, and yet, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief as it seemingly went silent on the other side. Maybe Yeonjun would turn out to be a prick and get pissed off, but you didn’t really bother to think of how this might affect your interaction as you hugged your favorite stuffed animal, sighing in content as sleep seemed to go over you like a heavy weight.

✵☾✵

Your skin felt hot, hotter, hot.

Your eyes opened slowly, only to find yourself in your room. You sighed, mouth falling open as a soft sensation began to drift down… down more… right where you needed it the most.

Fingertips slid over your thighs, warning you to keep your legs open as a pair of lips began to trail onto your inner thighs. The touch was ghost-like, making you doubt if you were even feeling anything at all. An insatiable itch began to form in your stomach, leaving you weak and breathless as you squirmed for more. Your arms attempted to reach out, only to struggle against the restraints that bound you to your bed.

“Please,” you pleaded, saying the simple word mindlessly, unsure of what it was that you were asking for. A dark laugh reached your ears, making you whine uselessly, hips bucking forward onto the soft pair of lips that seemed so close, yet so far.

“Look at you, so desperate for me already,” His voice was soft and smooth, echoing around you like a constant reminder of how easily you crumbled under him. “Barely started and you’re already acting like a bitch in heat.”

Your eyes opened once more as his soft hand cupped your face, squishing your cheeks as he laughed mockingly at you. Your eyes traced over the blurry outline of his lips, the sharpness of his eyes, and his brown hair that fluffed over him like a halo. Gasping, you arched your back shamelessly as you felt his fingers begin to toy with your slit, going slow and steady as they went up and down, penetrating slightly before pulling out, not allowing you to get off in any way.

Closing your eyes in frustration, you whimpered as he slowly began to glide his fingers up, playfully rubbing your clit in circles, his dark eyes watching and drinking up every expression you gave him. His hand on your face slowly let go, sliding down your skin as his eyes flickered down to your hips, watching eagerly as you rolled your hips desperately against his hand.

“You like it, don’t you? Like listening to the way I fuck all those people throughout the night, secretly wishing it was you?” His words made your eyes widen in surprise, shaking your head in denial as you tried to tell him otherwise.

“N… No, I wasn’t trying to,” you said, words falling flat on your tongue as he inserted another finger, leaning down to trail wet kisses on your skin. You whined at the fact that you were the only one in such a vulnerable position, the man above you still fully clothed, but all you got in response was a chaste bite at your neck.

“Then how come I’m here, now, doing all this to you?” He whispered, removing his fingers as he repositioned himself between your legs, ignoring your protests from the loss of pleasure. His dainty fingers dug into the supple skin of your flesh, pulling you against him as he leaned over you.

You had fallen apart completely under his hands, and it was almost embarrassing, if the burning itch of desire wasn’t eating you alive and impairing your thoughts. His lips were everywhere, on your neck, your breasts, your stomach, but never on yours. It was dizzying, the way his touch brought out a daze within you, leaving you a panting mess as you begged silently for more.

“More?” He asked, rubbing your thighs as he pressed against you, chuckling as he listened to your begging for more. Slowly, he began to roll his hips against you, giving you a minimal amount of pleasure before leaning over you, dark eyes watching you closely as he took in your hungry form.

You felt as though a smoky haze was cast upon you, unable to think clearly of what was happening and instead giving in to the man before you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you waited for his lips to meet yours, his face so close that you could feel the soft sighs that came out from him as well.

This was bad, wanting this stranger the way you did. You know it was, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care much with the way his body felt on yours.

✵☾✵

You woke to the horrid sound of your alarm and an embarrassing ache in between your legs. Frowning, you turned away from your window, rubbing at your face as you attempted to erase the fact that you had a wet dream about your neighbor. Your face heated up at the realization, burying your head into your pillow as you let out a horrified scream.

You had a wet dream about your neighbor, Yeonjun.

The same neighbor that happened to have sex so loud that it filtered into your walls.

God, were you a teenage boy or something? You couldn’t bring yourself to get up from your bed, the embarrassment just about swallowing you whole. There’s no way that the… noises from yesterday had caused you to dream about him, right? Standing up with a huff, you made your way to the bathroom, cheeks ablaze as you tried to ignore the feelings that were inflicted upon you.

“There’s no way,” you said, staring at yourself in the mirror. Yet no matter how much you thought you were convinced yourself, you couldn’t help but see your facade crack, an inkling of doubt beginning to show.

“No, there’s no way.”

✵☾✵

The restaurant you worked at could be described in three phrases:

Demanding. Fast-paced.  A personal hell.

But it paid well.

Being a waitress at a more high-end restaurant had its perks, like the large tips you would get from egotistical men who wanted to prove that they were rich, but also had its downsides, such as rude or creepy customers. And as you were told to go host another table, you held your breath, plastering a smile as you were ushered into one of the private booths. Carefully, you opened the curtain to the private booth, only to be left stunned by your absolute luck.

Before you sat Yeonjun and his date, donned in his usual attire and flashing the person across from him a charming smile. You tried to not let your eyes linger on his plush lips, internally scolding yourself as thoughts from your dream began to involuntarily surface. Clearing your throat, you caught their attention, putting on your customer service persona and choosing to push away the butterflies that surfaced at his gaze.

“Hello! My name is ___, and I will be your host for tonight. What can I get you started with?” You plastered on one of your friendliest smiles as you turned to Yeonjun and his date. His eyes seemed to sparkle with recognition as he took you in, from your tired eyes to the disheveled apron that you wore. He proceeded to order a wine for him and his partner, his eyes never leaving you as you wrote the drinks and appetizers down. You shifted nervously under his intense gaze, attempting to push away any thoughts that would impede you from acting casual.

By the time they had ordered their main courses and received their wine and appetizers, you were off being much busier with your other tables, not sparing much thought to Yeonjun again as you tried to do all your tasks quickly and efficiently. And it all went well, until you arrived at the table you were serving that had a baby in a high seat.

“Alright, and here’s the bill for you— oh!” You stumbled back as the child threw their drink, their fruit punch going all over your apron and button up. Taking a deep breath, you grit your teeth as you took in the way the family laughed in surprise.

“Kids, you know how they are!” The mother said, flashing you a bright smile that seemed too joyous considering the context. But you held it together, hands shaking behind your back as you excused yourself, heading back into the break area. Putting your head in your hands, you took a deep breath, trying to not let your anger take hold of you. You couldn’t care less about the child— they didn’t do it on purpose— but the very thought of the way the parents laughed in your face was enough to set you off. But what use would it be to keep thinking about it? You still had well over a couple of hours left of your shift, and as you headed to the bathroom, you were determined to not let a small obstacle hinder you.

“They better give me a good tip,” you grumbled, wiping away at your shirt the best you could, adjusting your apron so that it would cover the parts of your shirt that were stained. Checking yourself one last time, you nodded, reminding yourself that you should go check on your other tables. And as much as you hated it, you were unable to avoid checking yourself one last time as you headed into the private booth where Yeonjun and his date sat, taking in a deep breath as you forced yourself to act professional once more.

When you pulled back the curtain, you were surprised to see Yeonjun sitting there by himself, scrolling through his phone mindlessly. He glanced up at the sound of your arrival, silently taking you in once more as you spoke.

“Is everything alright for you guys?” You asked, watching his eyes slowly slide up to meet yours, not attempting to hide his intentions as he flashed you a coy smile.

“Yes, everything’s fine,” He said, pausing as he pursed his lips, as though in thought, “If I may ask, what happened to your uniform?”

You flushed as he said that, trying to resist the urge to adjust your outfit. “Oh, just some spilled juice,” you said, laughing softly as though it would make any light of the situation, “It’s nothing, really.”

He said nothing at that, humming softly before he stood from his seat, making you step back in surprise. Watching him carefully, you held your breath as he reached out to your apron, beginning to adjust it as he took a step forward, closer to you. His hands made careful work as he adjusted it, making it so that the apron would properly cover the stains on your shirt. With small hesitation, he stopped at your collar, smoothing it out as his eyes met yours.

“Well, we can’t have you going around like this, can we?” He said, his fingertips brushing against your skin. He smiled, pulling away as he watched you try to act unfazed. He stood there, inches away from you and allowing you to smell his perfume— he smelled of lavender, the scent ever so subtle and addicting to your senses. Chuckling softly, you were knocked out of your reverie as he walked back to his seat, slowly sitting down, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

“Much better.”

✵☾✵

Yeonjun hadn’t left your thoughts since then.

It was like a curse, meeting him in the hallways, stealing glances at his form, only to come home and continue to think about him until he followed you to your dreams.

It was embarrassing, you can’t deny it; the extremely detailed dreams have never failed to leave you hot and bothered in the morning, your moods slowly worsening as the days went by, the late night rendezvous of your neighbor long gone. How could you face your neighbor with a smile, all whilst knowing the way your mind subconsciously thought of him? You felt the guilt eating at your mind— hell, you weren’t even proper acquaintances with him, yet these obscene dreams continued to play in your mind whenever you met eyes with him.

Yet with each passing dream, the less you wanted to sleep. Something about those vivid images began to leave you tired and restless, the feeling that you were left with in the morning paired with one of distress. Slowly, you began to sleep less and less, a strange feeling of paranoia festering in your mind whenever you felt as though you were going to fall asleep once more.

The first week was alright. Sure, you were a bit bitter and impatient with others, but you made it through just fine. The second week, however, didn’t go as smooth. A constant headache had begun to build behind your eyes, your patience worn thin as you snapped easily at your friends and coworkers. Yet no amount of guilt and apologies prevented you from making the same mistakes, the people around you beginning to become worried about you, despite your constant reassuring.

By the third week you could feel yourself begin to come apart, your limbs heavy and slow as you walked to the elevator, head cast down and your skin dull from the lack of sleep. You opted to skip out on lunch, choosing to down an energy drink, (which honestly did nothing but speed up your heartbeat— what were you thinking?) and go to your shift as you were, genuinely believing that you would be able to handle a shift tonight. After all, mornings at your restaurant were always calm, having it be almost empty until the evenings.

It hadn’t helped that the weather was getting colder, too. As winter approached, you were forced to wear heavier clothes, waiting outside in the cold at your bus stop in annoyance. You knew that this combination was definitely not good for your health, and it seems as though it had finally begun to catch up with you.

You flinched as you let out a sneeze, looking up as Yeonjun’s deep voice let out a quiet “bless you.” Your eyes met his for a moment, but it wasn’t long before you were looking away, the reminder of the dreams and all the things associated with it coming back to your mind bitterly. The elevator began to move down, your body wobbling as you grabbed onto the rail, suddenly feeling a rush of dizziness go through you. Your body heated up as you closed your eyes, trying to push through before you felt a soft hand being placed on your arm.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Your eyes squeezed shut at the sound of his voice, your head throbbing painfully as you nodded in reassurance. But before you knew it, you were being pulled away from your huddled position in the corner, Yeonjun’s cool hands meeting your skin as he let out a sound of surprise.

“You’re burning up,” He frowned, brushing your hair back as you closed your eyes, muscles relaxing at the feeling of his cool skin on yours. The elevator doors opened, and as you attempted to separate from Yeonjun, you let out a sound of surprise as he pulled you close, the elevator doors closing as he pressed the button for your floor.

“What are you doing?” You asked, voice raspy as you weakly pulled away, “I have to go to work.”

He sent you a glare at that, reaching to wrap an arm across your shoulders, looking back at the doors casually. You tried to ignore the way you shivered, your body seeking warmth underneath his touch as you let him embrace you.

“You can’t go to work like this, it looks like you’ll pass out any moment,” He said, the doors opening once more as he led you out into the hallway.

This was weird, wasn’t it? You had never held a conversation with him for this long, and next thing you knew you were being led to his apartment, barely able to protest as he unlocked the door and led you inside.

“What about you? Don’t you have anywhere to go?” You said, refusing to go any further as you stood at the doorway, meeting his eyes with a defiant gaze. You held your ground as he gave you an unamused look, standing inside his home as he waited for you to give in. But the longer you stood in the doorway, arms wrapped around yourself as you tried to not visibly shiver, the more it became clear to Yeonjun that you were insistent on putting up a fight.

Running a hand through his hair, he sighed defeatedly, “Yes, I do. But it’s not that important anywa—“

“Then I can take care of myself. Sorry to have wasted your time, but I don’t need your help with this.” You said, closing the door before he could answer. Slowly, you stumbled to your door, ignoring the way your heart pounded fast from the confrontation. Stay inside Yeonjun’s home, with him taking care of you? That was the very last thing you needed right now. Fumbling for your keys, you unlocked your phone searching through the contacts until you found that of your job, ready to call sick instead of forcing yourself to go— You’re sure they would send you back home, anyway.

The phone rang as you unlocked your door, clearing your voice as you heard your manager answer. “Hey, this is ___, I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be able to come in to work, I’ve…” You trailed off as you felt another wave of dizziness wash over you, your world blurring as you attempted to slur the rest of your sentence out.

But before you knew it, the phone slipped from your hand, and you were headed straight for the ground.

✵☾✵

“Why haven’t you come to visit, pretty thing?”

You felt bare under his gaze, hands wrapping around yourself slowly despite you still wearing your uniform, and a winter coat on top of that. But that couldn’t stop the way you flushed under his gaze, the empty room around you hot and humid as you felt sweat begin to build up on your nape.

Your eyes snapped shut as he began to near you, whimpering as a hot wave of need washed over you. You knew what was going on. After countless weeks of the same situation, it was hard to not recognize what was going on. Your thighs rubbed together with discomfort as you backed yourself up against the chair you sat in, head bowing as he towered over you as easily as he was always able to do.

“Please, leave me alone,” you whimpered, feeling guilt seeping into you as you felt the way your body itched for his touch. You practically sighed as you felt his cool hands rest on your knees, gently spreading your legs apart as he stood in between them. Your eyes opened as he kneeled down, humming softly as his hands ran over your tights, fingers occasionally slipping under your skirt teasingly.

“Guilty? You shouldn’t be,” He said, tone lowering as he trailed gentle kisses along your thighs, dangerously close to where you needed him the most.

Before you knew it, your coat was being slipped off, and the man before you was staring at you again, wearing that same hungry expression that you always remembered seeing in your dreams. The room around you began to heat up, and as your eyes fluttered shut, you felt his breath fan across your skin, his lips brushing against yours teasingly.

“Give in,” he sighed, hands trailing down once more as he caressed your skin softly, “Give in to me.”

Yet as he waited for an answer, you felt your brain snap, eyes opening as you looked at the man before you— or rather, this false image of a man you barely knew.

Your stomach twisted as he looked back at you, a strange feeling forming in your gut the longer you stared at him. He was getting impatient, you could tell, but no amount of pleading or need would be able to get rid of this nauseating feeling of danger that was running through your veins.

“I can’t,” you said finally, leaning back as he attempted to chase your lips with disappointment, “please, let me go.”

Your heart began to race as you watched the way his eyes ignited with rage, the room around you darkening until you could no longer see anything but him. He remained silent, fingers beginning to dig into your thighs painfully as you let out a cry of surprise. Your eyes widened as you felt the skin underneath his hand begin to burn, thrashing uselessly as you attempted to get away from him, only for him to hold you still. Pulling away, he disappeared, leaving you to glance at your thigh to catch sight of what happened.

A mark was burned into your skin, clear for you to see despite there being no light source in the void you resided. And as you felt yourself begin to be pulled away from this dream, you stared at the mark worriedly, the eye etched in your skin staring right back.

✵☾✵

You woke to the sight of Yeonjun towering over you, a concentrated frown etched on his face. You groaned as you felt a cool cloth being pressed to your forehead, the man's eyes flickering down to you in surprise as you stirred awake.

“You’re awake,” he mumbled to himself, leaning back as he watched you sit up slowly, assisting you as you rubbed at your eyes, taking off the wet cloth on your forehead.

The room before you was unfamiliar, and it wasn’t until you glanced down at the sheets on top of you that you realized where you were, your already heated face flushing more at the realization. You were in Yeonjun’s apartment— and you were currently laying on his bed, despite all your protests and refusals for help.

“What happened?” You questioned, putting your face in your hands as you attempted to hide your embarrassment. He had taken your jacket and shoes off, spotting them placed on the chair that was placed in the corner of his room, along with your purse. Your legs rubbed against the soft blankets, feeling better now that you had a bit of rest. The last thing you remembered was calling your job, and then…

“You fainted,” He said, finishing your thoughts as you eyes snapped up to meet his. His gaze was stern as he looked down at you, seeming as though you had been friends for a while and he knew you well. But that wasn’t the case, you thought to yourself, shifting in the bed with discomfort, you barely knew this man.

“I heard the noise and went to check on it, and that’s when I found you on the ground, still on the phone with your job,” he sighed, sitting down in the chair that was in the corner of his room. You shivered, choosing to look somewhere else as you were reminded of the dream you had earlier. “I called off for you, so you should be alright in regards to that.”

“Oh, thank you,” you coughed, feeling the awkward silence seep into you as you fiddled uselessly with your fingers. “I feel better now though, so I think I’ll be heading back to my apartment now.”

Hearing your words, he looked up, a strange glint forming in his eyes. You felt a shiver go down your spine as he smiled, leaning forward as he asked, “Are you? You were having some pretty bad dreams earlier, what was that all about?”

Feeling as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped on you, you froze, eyes widening as you began to explain yourself.

“No, I’m alright, just— just nightmares, that’s all.”

He raised a brow at that, leaning back with an unconvinced smile, quietly watching you justify yourself. “Nightmares, hmm? They seem pretty extreme.”

Your mind drifted off to the nights when you would dream of the pretty man in front of you, almost being able to feel the ghostly touch of his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, roaming around your body. You cleared your throat softly, pushing away those thoughts as you nodded, beginning to stand as you spoke.

“Yeah, they’re pretty uhm, bad.” You said, watching as Yeonjun stood as well, handing you your things as he began to lead you to the entrance of his home.

He hummed thoughtfully at your comment, watching you slip on your shoes as he opened the door, lidded eyes carefully observing you as he spoke.

“Well, lack of sleep is often the cause for dreams,” he said, standing in the doorway as you turned to him, “If you ever need anything, don’t be afraid to come to me,” he spoke, giving you a small smile as you nodded, shifting nervously at the doorway as you thanked him for helping you.

“No problem,” he said, stepping back as you turned, ready to go back to your apartment. “Hope you feel better soon, get plenty of rest,” he called out, slipping in one last comment before you slipped in your apartment, feeling your stomach churn at the very thought.

Sleep was the last thing on your mind right now.

✵☾✵

After the incident, Choi Yeonjun had become, more or less, friends with you.

He had made it a personal mission to begin checking on you every day, the constant knocking becoming so annoying after a while that you opted to just allow him to come in unannounced.

It didn’t slip your mind how strange it was that you and your neighbor had gotten so close so quickly, yet, at the same time, you didn’t really complain about it either. You had grown fond of Yeonjun and the strangeness that seemed to come with him, happy to have someone who looked out for you in your otherwise quiet and uneventful life.

However, the dreams had yet to cease, and so had your attraction towards the said man. Nights full of your darkest desires would manifest themselves in your dreams, the feelings getting stronger and more vivid with every passing night. It filled you with guilt, and it frustrated you to no end as you tried to face him during the day as though nothing was happening once you laid in your bed and fell asleep.

You had tried everything in the book to try and get a more ‘peaceful’ sleep. Fixing your sleep schedule, meditating, drinking tea— plus anything and everything that seemed to work on the internet. Yet the dreams ruthlessly continued, and your attraction to Yeonjun only seemed to grow.

“Hey, are you there?”

Blinking with surprise, you tried to suppress your startled jump as you looked up to find Yeonjun looking at you curiously, holding a bag of take out as he approached where you sat on the couch.

“I brought some food, I knew you’d be too busy doing work to eat properly,” he said, pointedly looking at the mess of papers and textbooks that scattered around your coffee table. You laughed weakly at that, scooting over as you made room for Yeonjun to sit, watching eagerly as he opened the two white to-go boxes.

“You shouldn’t have jjun, really,” you sighed, eyes widening as you tried to suppress the feelings of delight as you gazed at the food. Yeonjun shook his head, handing you your food with a disapproving sigh.

“Don’t worry about it,” he began, taking a bite out of his Torta as he signaled you to eat yours as well. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t want to, you know.”

You smiled at that, averting your gaze as you shifted on the couch. You’re sure he doesn’t mean it the way you think he does, but it still doesn’t stop you from wishing otherwise.

You passed the time with idle talk as you ate, feeling yourself sink into the couch as you finished your food, the scent of the man next to you filling your senses and lulling you into a calm that you couldn’t escape. You fought to listen to what Yeonjun had to say, but the more you felt the warmth of his body near you, the more you felt the pull of sleep tug at your body, opting to give in despite your mind’s protests.

✵☾✵

You didn’t mean to fall asleep.

No, you really didn’t— especially now of all times.

Yet, as you had finished your food, you couldn’t help but feel a sudden tiredness wash over you. Maybe it was because of the relentless studying that you had done, but your body had been practically begging you to give yourself a rest.

And now you’re here. On the couch, that is.

But you’re not alone.

“I want you,” his words rang in your ears, the room around you cast in a red light and completely empty save for the couch you currently laid on.

“I want you so bad, wanna taste you. Can I?”

You couldn’t help but whimper uselessly at his words, hot pants escaping you as you felt the way his hands roamed around your body, lingering at the supple flesh of your thighs, just as they had done many times before.

“Please, please, I need you,” you felt shameless as you spoke, opening your eyes as you watched the way he smiled down at you, eyes dilated and hands eager as he pulled you to sit up, slowly laying down on the couch as you stared at him in wonder.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, allowing him to position you to straddle his lap, hands settled at your hips as you hovered over him. Yet he simply looked up at you with his lidded eyes, brown hair splayed out on the couch as a hand began to sneak up your shirt, the other toying with the hem of your sweatpants, slowly hooking underneath your panties and beginning to pull it down as he spoke.

“I want you to sit on my face,” he said, watching the way your body flushed with heat at his request. You looked down, spluttering in disbelief as you waited for him to take it back or pretend that it was a joke— he remained serious.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m stronger than you think,” He breathed out, seeing right through you as though he knew what you were thinking. Lifting your knees to allow him to slip off your sweatpants, you allowed him to guide you up, your heart racing as you slowly adjusted yourself, the doubt yet to disappear from your mind.

“Please, let me make you feel good,” he whispered, eyes locking with yours as he waited for your nod of approval. Swallowing hesitantly, you nodded, watching as he groaned happily, slowly lowering you as a warmth began to spread through you.

There was no hesitation in his movements. He ate you out like a man starved as you tried to not buck your hips into his face, the suddenness of it all leaving your body tingling all over. His movements were bold, his tongue massaging your clit as you began to feel one of his hands trail down your thigh, slowly, until you finally felt one of his slender fingers begin to rub along your slit.

You let out a surprised gasp as you felt him tease your hole, his finger gently getting sucked in until he pulled it out meanly, his plush lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly to quiet your whines of protest.

“Ah— fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” you mumbled, hands flailing around uselessly as you tried to find something to hold on to, until you finally settled down, one hand gripping onto the couch cushions, the other tangled into his brown hair.

“Please, please Yeonjun,” you whined, looking down to find the said man staring back up at you, lips disconnecting from you as he raised a brow, pulling you away to speak.

“What do you want, hmm? Tell me,” he said, lips tugging themselves into a teasing smile as you took in the glimmer of his chin, embarrassed to find that all of that had been because of you. But you couldn't bring yourself to care much the more you waited, the build up inside of you making your head fog with need as you began to beg.

“I need you,” you breathed out, fingers running through his hair as you looked into his intense eyes, “I want your mouth, your hands— please, I want you to touch me,” you begged, hips rolling uselessly over nothing as you begged.

You watched as he thought over your request, his free hand beginning to lower you down once more, eyes darkening as you let out a whimper. Slowly, he began to tease your slit once more,  collecting all the wetness that had formed before beginning to go inside you, teasing you as he barely went in, his lips beginning to wrap around your clit once more.

You let out a moan of surprise as he finally entered you, long, slim fingers caressing your walls and hitting all the places you had never been able to reach before. Your hips began to roll along with his ministrations, head lolling back as he curled his fingers, stroking the exact spot that made your mind go blank.

His name was like a drug, heavy on your tongue yet coming out easily as you begged him not to stop, hips bucking into his face roughly as he looked up at you, gaze sharp and eyes lidded as he watched you come undone, your moans and whimpers lighting a fire inside him that only grew stronger with every passing moment. The tight coil in your stomach only grew stronger with time, loud pleas for the man under you to continue leaving you without much thought as you began to buck on his face, eyes shutting tightly as you focused on the dizzying feeling that ran through your veins.

“Use me. Use me like I’m your toy, come for me.”

His voice filled your head as your hands curled into his hair, the tight coil in your stomach bursting as your mind was filled with euphoria, loud gasps and whimpers escaping your lips as you rode out your high. He continued his movements, helping you ride out your orgasm as your body slackened and stilled, allowing him to pull you off as he sat up, putting you in his lap as he grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him as he cleaned his fingers off, eyes never leaving yours as you watched, feeling entranced the longer you stared at him.

“Say you’re mine,” he whispered, hand holding onto your face as he hovered closely, lips brushing over yours as he spoke. “Say you want me, tell me you’ll give in to me.”

His voice was deep and smooth as his request rang in your ears, your mind fogging over as you felt the hard bulge underneath you, feeling how his hands pulled you down and allowed you to grind over his jeans. You whined, turning into putty in his hands as you nodded, trying to not chase his lips desperately as your eyes fluttered shut, the roll of his hips too much for you to handle.

“I’m yours,” you sighed, hovering above him as your clumsy hands began to unzip his pants, feeling his dick brushing against your thighs, the pre-cum that leaked from him sticking to your thighs, taking in the small moan that slipped past his lips. “I want you, please, just fuck me.”

“You’re mine,” he whispered, pushing you onto your back as you stared up at him, watching as he hovered over you, eyes darkened with lust, “Mine.”

Your body stilled as you felt him align himself to you, pushing in slowly as he took in the feeling of being inside you. Your eyes closed, a slight gasp escaping you as you began to take in  his size, body becoming accustomed to the feeling of him as he gave you a moment to adjust. Your hands immediately went to grasp at his neck, pulling him down as you locked your lips with his.

Any sounds that might have slipped out of you were quickly swallowed up by Yeonjun, his plump lips working against you like a spell as you were left stupefied, the feeling of his hips beginning to move against you sending a paralyzing pleasure to your mind.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear this,” he groaned, hips brutally beginning to snap against yours as he took in the whimpers and moans that slipped past your lips, “my pretty thing, I’ve waited for you for so long.”

Your mind could barely process his words no matter how hard you tried, the dizzying feeling of his cock pulsing inside your walls and hitting just the right spots leaving you to whimper uselessly to his words. Your hand mindlessly tangled in his hair as the other raked down his back, leaving marks and scratches as he groaned at your actions.

His fingers began to trace your sensitive nub as he began to go faster, wanting to hear any and every sound that could possibly come out of your mouth. You flinched at the contact, a surprised yelp leaving you, eyes opening as you took in the way his dark eyes stared down at you, eyes raking greedily over your body and your features, taking in every miniscule expression that he caused.

“That’s it,” he panted, leaning over you as he grasped your legs, hoisting them on his shoulders to set a faster pace. His face hovered teasingly above yours, lips enticing and begging to be kissed as you chased after them, locking him in a kiss as you felt your high approaching quickly.

“Ah, I’m close…” you breathed out, eyes hazy as he pulled away, the soft pants of his breath caressing your skin. A sly smile painted itself on his face as he sat up, hands gripping at your hips as he continued to thrust harshly inside you, focusing on getting you to your high quickly.

“Yeah? Gonna cum?” He said, laughing meanly as he listened to your whines, his hips snapping brutally against your skin, reveling in the way your pussy clenched and fluttered around him.

You nodded dumbly, mouth left open as his hand found its way back to your clit, rubbing harshly as your whimpers made its way to his ears, encouraging him further as your hips began to buck up once more.

“There you go princess, fuck me back,” he muttered, lidded eyes drinking in your expressions greedily.

The world around you spun as you felt the tight wave of pleasure wash over you, your eyes fluttering shut as you threw your head back, listening to the sounds of the man above you as you felt yourself tighten and flutter around his cock.

“Fuck, such a good girl, creaming my cock like this,” he said, ignoring the way you attempted to squirm away from him, the sensation of him still inside you leaving you weeping from overstimulation.

Noticing your watery eyes, he leaned over you, kissing away your tears as he picked up his pace, chuckling darkly as you raked your nails along his back.

“Are you crying, my darling?” He whispered, listening to your pleas and comments about being too sensitive, “I’m almost there princess, you’ll take it, won’t you?”

You find yourself nodding despite yourself, eyes squeezing shut as he continued to fuck you just right, finding yourself approaching another high to your surprise.

“My little fuck toy, you like being used like this, don’t you?” He mocked, feeling the way you were beginning to tighten around him once more, “Already feel your pussy begging for more.” You agreed mindlessly, feeling his words affect you as yet another orgasm approached, his pace unrelenting and the very air around you like an aphrodisiac as you begged for more.

“Ah, don’t tighten around me like that, I won’t last long,” he warned, feeling his hips stutter as you looked up at him, eyes shining and lips parted in wonder as you felt the overwhelming pleasure come to you in heavy waves.

“Please,” you begged, legs tightening against him as they begged to close, “I-Inside,” you were reduced to nothing as you begged him that one worded request, hoping he understood as you began to roll your hips along with his rhythm. His eyes widened as he stared down at you, groaning lewdly as he took in your request, brown hair messy and sticking to his forehead.

“Fuck, you want me to fill this pretty pussy up?” He said, hands roaming around your body as he listened to your pleads and begs, “You’re too good to me,” his pace grew messy and his hips stuttered as he listened to the lewd sounds that rang out into the air, the impending orgasm that he had been holding back washing over him as he gave in, moaning loudly as he towered over you, hips continuing to thrust as brought you to your own high.

The feeling of his warm seed spurting inside you was enough to bring you to your high, sighing softly as your body slackened, sweaty and tired as you allowed him to fall on top of you, a panting mess as you tried to catch your breath. Slowly, he continued to fuck his cum into you, the filthy noises ringing out into the air as you whimpered in protest, pushing against his shoulders to get him to stop.

“No more,” you whimpered, eyes closing as you felt the exhaustion of it all seep into you. He chuckled, sitting up as he captured your lips in a soft kiss, your hands automatically wandering up to tangle in his hair.

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” he said, your eyes opening as you took in his ominous words. You frowned, pulling away from him to look at his face. He smiled down at you, the world around you beginning to fade as he spoke once more, his eyes seemingly glowing despite your darkening surroundings.

“All mine, at last,” he said, grip tightening around your waist painfully, “wake up, my princess.”

✵☾✵

You woke with a fiery heat to your cheeks and an awful dread as you sat up, looking around your apartment wildly as you looked for the one person who was single handedly driving you insane.

It was empty.

His words rang throughout your head as you pulled at your hair, eyes squeezing shut as wild theories began to course through your mind. The teasing glances, the dreams, the way it all stopped after you finally talked to him.

The eye that was etched into your skin.

“Whatcha thinkin bout?” Your head snapped up as your eyes locked with Yeonjun’s, subtly taking in his appearance as you noticed the rumpled state of his clothes and hair.

“Do you know?” You whispered, deciding to test out your theory, the weeks of torment piling up to this confrontation that you never would have guessed would happen.

You took in the way his eyes flickered at your words, a frown etching itself into his face as he tilted his head, raising a brow at you curiously.

“Know? Know about what?”

“Don’t you play dumb with me Yeonjun,” You began, irritation seeping into your tone as you stood, approaching him as you let out all your frustrations and thoughts, “You know. About the dreams. You know.”

He shook his head slowly at that, crossing his arms as he looked down at your disheveled state. From your ruffled hair, blown out eyes, and flushed skin, you’re sure that he could’ve guessed what you were talking about even if he didn’t know— But he does.

“I’ve waited for you for so long.”

The signs have been there all along; How could you not have seen this sooner? It was too crazy to believe, but you didn’t have any other choice as things— the dreams— didn’t seem to be going away any time soon.

“I know you’ve been having trouble sleeping,” he says, voice low as he stares back at you, at the anger that’s coursing through your eyes, “And that you’ve been having bad dreams.”

Your eyes scan his face carefully, your heart beating fast as you search for any signs that he may be lying; Yet you can’t find anything. The only thing you can find is the confusion in his eyes and the patience in his tone, despite looking at you as though you’re insane— and maybe you are.

This is insane. You could barely look at the man before you without feeling the weights of guilt wash over you, somehow feeling even more tired despite getting what you thought would be proper rest.

An uneasy filled your being the longer you looked at Yeonjun, his very face reminding you of all the nights you spent tossing and turning in your bed, afraid to go to bed and face the guilt that your subconscious made.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, leaning forward to rest your head on his chest, feeling the madness of it all fall on your shoulders, “I just… I don’t know, it’s been bothering me.”

“Your dreams?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close. You nodded, looking up to find Yeonjun already staring at you, a dark glint in his eyes as he spoke.

“I thought you enjoyed yourself.”

Your heart sank as you pushed him away, backing up as you stared at him with disbelief. Yet he simply watched, face blank as you attempted to stutter out a proper sentence.

“You- You said—“ your hands shook at your sides as you tried to comprehend what was going on— What Yeonjun was admitting to. “How… What are you?”

The room around you darkened. Were you dreaming? All of the exits had disappeared from your sight, and now it was just you and Yeonjun, the said man who stared at you with eyes that glowed and a cruel smile with fangs that poked at his lips.

“My princess, you called for me,” he said, approaching you slowly as crackling sounds rang out through the room, two black wings breaking free from Yeonjun’s shirt as they fluttered behind him, “Your very own incubus.” you gasped in disbelief at the sight as you backed up, your back harshly colliding against a wall. A wall that hadn’t been there before— you were trapped.

“I searched for you everywhere, bringing home different women that called for my attention almost every night.” He stood in front of you, a careful hand grasping at your face as he forced you to look up, eyes softening at the teary doe eyes that looked back at him.

“They screamed for me to look at them, to touch them. And I did,” He whispered, swooping down to hover above your lips, “But they weren’t you.”

Despite your mind screaming at you to run, your body was trapped under the spell that was Yeonjun, his soft lips easily finding their place with your own, finding yourself trapped under Yeonjun’s body as he leaned over you, soft hair brushing against your face as he pulled away.

“So I tried to find you the only way I could,” he said, eyes examining your body slowly, “Through dreams.”

You shook your head, eyes closing as you felt the betrayal of it all fall on you; You trusted him, you allowed him to take care of you, to see you in your most vulnerable moments— Just to be the one behind it all. Nights of guilt and stress, spent losing sleep as you were filled with paranoia, only to have the very person you felt guilty for be the cause.

“I trusted you,” you whispered, unable to hide your hurt as you spoke. He frowned at that, stepping back as he took in your disturbed state, a look of confusion and denial swimming in his eyes.

“You called for me, princess,” he said, face shifting to that of anger. You couldn’t help but shiver under his gaze, afraid to meet his eyes as his tone grew angrier and angrier. “I spent so long looking for you.”

Tugging at your arm, he pulled you forward as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he got a hold of your face, forcing you to look at him as he smiled down at you.

“You gave in to me,” he whispered, taking in the way your body began to relax, the air around you thick and familiar as you felt yourself entranced by his eyes, the room around you fading away— It was just you and him.

“No…” you whimpered, the reminder of your actions coming back to you, of the words that came out your mouth without much of a thought. Had you meant it?

“Yes,” he said, eyes sparkling as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, your eyes staring at the void in front of you— You were no longer home. He laughed darkly, caressing your face gently as though the world around you hadn’t just collapsed. “You waited for me to come for you.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to his words, heart dropping as you realized what was going on.

“And now you’re all mine.”

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 316: We've Had One, Yes, But What About Second Explosion

Previously on BnHA: Deku was all “[powers up like whoa because it’s time to end the fight]”, and he saved Overhaul from getting not-shot, and then smashed up Nagant’s arm with the power of his new rechargeable super knees. Nagant was all “yoooo this kid is crazy strong whaaaat, it’s like he’s some kind of protagonist or something.” Deku was all “I AM A PROTAGONIST, ACTUALLY, DO YOU WANT TO JOIN FORCES AND FIGHT BAD GUYS WITH ME?” Nagant was all “ah shit why the hell no -- ” and then AFO was all “SURPRISE” and everyone was all “?!?!?!” and AFO was all “TIME TO EXPLODE NOW” and made Nagant explode because he’s an absolute fucking dick. And then Hawks showed up, because Horikoshi just wanted to stuff as many plot points as humanly possible into a single chapter I guess.

Today on BnHA: Hawks is all “good job giving motivational shounen redemption speeches Deku but I’ll take it from here” and screams very earnestly right in Nagant’s face until she finally wakes up. Nagant is all “oh hey it’s my successor, you seem surprisingly unfucked-up from your own HPSC tenure, how did you manage that?” Hawks is all “fandom is going to love hearing this one, but basically it’s because I’m very upbeat and also I had the world’s best role model Endeavor to look up to,” and I swear this man stirs the pot on purpose, but damn it I still love him so damn much. Overhaul is all “HELLO AGAIN, JUST A REMINDER THAT, THE BOSS!!” and Deku is all “MAYBE TAKE TWO SECONDS TO REFLECT ON HOW YOU TORTURED A LITTLE GIRL,” which, thank you, lol. Nagant is all “btw AFO’s hiding in a house in the woods”, and so Deku and the gang go to the house in the woods. Video recording!AFO is all “hi I’m AFO welcome to Jackass” and blows up the house. Sometimes I wonder if this manga is just a weird dream.

I am once again reading the Bean version because I think it was actually the best out of all three translations last week. and that is surprisingly including Viz’s. “faux” is not nearly as entertaining as “knockoff”, and also I have literally no idea why Caleb thought Deku was saying the Third’s lines lol

oh hey, Endeavor’s here too! not that you’d ever be able to tell from this first panel lmao

glad you received All Might’s call, mysterious unidentified glowing smudge

oh snap he says he’s weaker in the rain. is that why AFO told Nagant to attack then?? except that as we discussed the other day, I believe that AFO fully intended for Nagant to lose the fight, so him giving her info that would give her an advantage doesn’t really fit in with that. maybe he wanted Deku to be separated from Endeavor and the rest for maximum angst, though

btw Deku’s eyes are unsurprisingly back to the new normal here

alas, the angst continues. I say, pretending like I’m not totally eating it up each and every week and writing essay after essay about it lol

anyway so apparently Hawks can’t actually fly lmao. he was just yeeting himself with style

for some reason this is the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen omfg. wave to Hawks, kids! say “bye, Hawks!”

j/k of course Deku is catching them. -- except???

wow so he was just running on fumes there at the end. well, good to know there is actually a limit to his shenanigans, particularly regarding this new “knockoff” 100% OFA. it will definitely not alleviate any of the discourse, but it’s good for my own peace of mind because it’s solid confirmation that he still needs his pals in order to win this thing

anyway, but on to the rest of this conversation, which is basically Deku deducing what we all deduced last week -- AFO implanted some sort of trap into Nagant when he gave her Air Walk. though I’d still like to get the actual details from AFO and/or Horikoshi, because this was particularly wild even by quirk standards lol

omgggggg

she still has a face after all!! so it’s confirmed, Horikoshi has no idea what “blowing up” actually means. we might have guessed, based on what happened to Toga in the MVA arc, and also based on everything Katsuki does ever, but shhh

so now Hawks is all “NAGANT PLEASE WAKE UP, IF I SHOUT MY NAME AT YOU WILL THAT DO THE TRICK”

this is actually kind of touching though because even though we all know (or most of us acknowledge at any rate) that Hawks is a pretty caring person, it’s rare to see him actually panic over someone’s welfare like this

oh shit Horikoshi is really doubling down on it

I wonder how much Hawks knew about what really happened between Nagant and the HPSC. regardless, he probably sees her as a kindred spirit of sorts, and I’m more than happy for Deku to pass the redemption torch onto him now that he’s on the scene. like no offense Deku but they actually know each other and stuff lol

DAMMIT NAGANT CAN’T YOU SEE HOW LOUD HE IS YELLING

apparently being freed from his HPSC shackles has finally given Hawks the space to embrace his own inner shounen protagonist. is there anything more shounen than trying to motivationally scream someone awake when they’re lying in your arms inches from death?? 100% guaranteed to work

!!! IS THIS NAGANT’S POV OMG

SO SHE IS ALIVE. THANK GOD. Horikoshi doesn’t want to meet with my emotional distress lawyer today after all

love how she’s all “just gonna stir up the weekly Hawks Discourse pot here by implying that he probably committed a lot of Atrocities just like I did, so now people can get all hopped up about that, even though there’s no evidence he’s ever killed anyone aside from that one horrible ‘damned-if-you-do...’ situation with Twice.” no one asked for your provocative speculation young lady!! trust me Nagant, our rabbles don’t need the rousing lol

but nice save there with the “so how are your eyes so untainted” well you see it’s because even when he was following the HPSC’s orders he always went to great lengths never to go against his own moral compass. which just to be clear was incredibly difficult, and led to a ton of pain and suffering on his part, because the life of a spy is basically just one impossible situation after another. but in spite of that he never stopped trying to do his best to help people. I don’t really know where this tangent came from or is leading to, lol, but anyway p.s.a. I love Hawks a lot and he’s a good kid dammit

oh shit??!?

how is the League always able to swing all these fancy forest mansions. where do they find them. how many do they have

so Deku’s dropping them -- very roughly, not sure if he was reacting to finally getting AFO’s location, or if his energy really is giving out -- and now Nagant’s saying that AFO hired other villains as well. well of course he did. gotta keep chipping away at OFA’s ninth successor little by little

now Nagant is asking Hawks how he’s able to keep making “that” face. I assume she’s again talking about the fact that he somehow didn’t let the HPSC wear down his spirit

oh my god???

thanks for stuffing this chapter to the brim with good nutritional Hawks Feels, Horikoshi. what a good. he just keeps on trudging forward undeterred no matter what bullshit comes his way. what a steadfast little guy. I WILL PROTECT YOU FROM DISCOURSE MY SWEET SUNSHINE

lmaoooo

“SPOTTED THIS DUDE JUST CHILLING OUT THERE ON THE ROOF WITH NO ARMS, SEEMED PRETTY SUS” good job Endeavor

anyway so you don’t really need me to tell you that Overhaul is immediately starting in with the “BUT THE BOSS WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE ME TO THE BOSS YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD TAKE ME TO THE BOSS” stuff again. but I will go ahead and tell you anyway. so yeah. he’s doing that

OMG YOU GUYS LOOK AT DEKU’S “of all the fucking assholes to just randomly drop in on my life once again why did it have to be you” FACE THOUGH, OMG

fun fact, if you go back to chapters 124 through 160, there was an entire story arc where Overhaul imprisoned and tortured a little girl. yeah, I know!! suuuuuuuuper evil. anyways just an interesting little anecdote for you all that’s somewhat relevant to the current situation

OMG, YES. FUCK YES, DEKU

THEN WHAT ABOUT SPARING ONE FOR HER!!! YES!!! EXACTLY!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, SOMEONE GETS IT

HERE’S THE PANEL OF DEKU SAYING THE EXACT SAME THING I’M SAYING LOL

(ETA: so apparently there’s some discourse about this because some people are interpreting this as Deku saying “you should apologize to Eri”, which would obviously be a terrible idea even if Overhaul actually wanted to do that, because Eri shouldn’t ever have to see him again. however I just want to point out that there is a HUGE difference between saying “it would be nice if you could direct that feeling of regret/being sorry towards Eri as well”, vs saying “you should also apologize to her.” all Deku is doing is rightfully pointing out that Overhaul has hurt way more people than just his boss, and if he really is remorseful, then he should extend those feelings of remorse to Eri and the rest as well. it’s not a directive to take any specific action, and I’m 1000% sure no one at U.A. would let Overhaul within 100 miles of Eri ever again.

tl;dr “try feeling remorse sometime” =/= “do you want me to fly you over to U.A. right now to surprise the little girl you traumatized”, lol.)

[slings an arm around Deku’s shoulders] you’re a good kid. I like you. I don’t know if I tell you that enough, but it’s true

meanwhile here is Overhaul’s “spare... a thought... for Eri...???????” face sigh

the struggle is real y’all

(ETA: and that’s... the last we ever saw of Overhaul, I guess? well all right then. I assume Deku will make good on his promise, so we know he’ll get that little bit of closure before going back to jail or whatever, and I confess I’m more than fine with leaving the rest of it open-ended, especially given his character’s history. I think this was pretty generous all things considered.)

lmao holy shit

All Might what did you do to those tiki torch guys?? did you thrash them. did you give ‘em those hands. did you deliver their own asses to them complete with a sticker reminding them Amazon Prime Day is on June 21. we missed out goddammit

so Endeavor, who wasn’t the one he was asking, is telling him that they captured (well let’s be real, Deku captured, give the credit where it’s due) Nagant and Overhaul. and so I guess they’re going to take Nagant to the ER now

fire is no one’s weakness

-- oh my GOD I scrolled down and audibly gasped

[is politely but firmly approached and asked to remove my arm from Deku’s shoulder by the physical manifestation of all this Dekuangst] “we’re sorry, he’s not allowed to have visitors right now” oh shit, my bad. [goes to stand behind a police barricade]

lmao what. did you run out of room on the previous page

what an exaggerated fade to black lmao

-- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I actually can’t see what he’s reacting to so maybe I’m just seriously jumping the gun here lol, but THE HELL WITH IT. the next panel appears to be a cut to Haibori Forest, so I’m just gonna go ahead and declare that Deku ran off on his own all wounded to go have more Dekuangst, just like I manifested. now go call Katsuki goddammit

[scrolls three more inches down] oh

yeah so like I said, Deku is walking very slowly a few feet in front of Endeavor, who’s telling him to wait up. yep. we’ve all gotta be so careful to not just jump to conclusions. I know we’re excited but still

anyway, so! welcome back to Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods (ARE YOU GUYS DATING) and Edgeshot! have fun walking into this obvious trap lol

dammit Deku why are you so determined to tempt fate

[monkey puppet meme faces]

OH MY GOD THIS IS PURE GRADE-A CHEESY COMIC BOOK VILLAIN 101 SHIT AND I’M HERE FOR IT

that’s such a weird way of clapping who claps like that

unlike certain other people who shan’t be named, AFO doesn’t feel the need to inexplicably take his shirt off when recording sinister villain monologues. I think we’re all pretty grateful for that

high fives to everyone who called it!! yep yep

anyway so this whole scene has major booby-trap vibes, which I’m enjoying immensely even though I don’t think anything is really going to come of it lol. probably just another long-winded AFO Speech. but wouldn’t it be funny if like the ceiling started lowering down to try and squish Deku afterwards lol

(ETA: well the explosion was still pretty funny too ngl.)

ffff

[“Dekuangst is the trap” intensifies]

anyway so yeah. he’s just hitting up all of his usual villain talking points. we get it, you’re so smart and you see right through the thin veneers of society and people who don’t conform are left to fend for themselves and labeled as villains and history is written by the victors, and blah blah blah dude are you just jumping randomly from one soundbyte to another lol. literally what are you talking about. what does this have to do with you blowing up Nagant

-- holy shit??

[”Dekuangst is the trap” intensifies MORE?????]

LOL WHAT

BRO. WHAT IS WITH YOU. DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO LAY ANY OTHER KIND OF FUCKING TRAP GOOD LORD

“YOU’RE NEXT” THE CALLBACK?? THE PARALLELS?? THOUGH WHEN ALL MIGHT POINTED HE MADE IT LOOK WAY COOLER. AFO’S POINTING JUST LOOKS LIKE SMOKEY THE BEAR

HAS ANYONE CHECKED IN ON KAMUI WOODS I HEAR HE IS WEAK TO FIRE?? THE ONLY ONE WHO IS, APPARENTLY

r.i.p. to this particular forest mansion. don’t worry they have a ton of backups

remember last week when I said maybe AFO thinks explosions are gauche. well never mind. he fucking loves explosions

anyway so that’s the end of BnHA, everyone. hope you enjoyed. it was a good ride while it lasted. see you all, good luck in your travels

#bnha 316 #hawks #takami keigo #lady nagant #midoriya izuku #all for one #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #manifesting 317 opening with a slightly modified version of my previous fantasy scenario lmao #'WHADDYA MEAN THEY BLEW UP THE NERD' #that's *his* job #sorry lol I kid I kid

[sixeyesgojo]

I love your Gojo analysis, I think you understand his character really well 👌🏼😔 you said that when he loves, he loves hard. How does our usual fuckboy acts when he’s in love/in a relationship with someone he loves?

For anyone who is curious where I said it: Here’s the respective ask.

Ayee, I'm glad someone likes it and thinks I understand him well! It means a lot ❤ Still, something tells me that there’s even more to him that we haven’t seen yet and I’m not sure whether we ever get to see that - if my hunch is right, that is. He’s not the main character after all lol

Hope this doesn’t get too long because I noticed I tend to answer y’all’s questions in too much detail, istg nobody will read it if it’s too long- Uhm, I am sorry? 😭✌🏼

Also, why did I have the audacity to mention one of my all-time favorite songs? NOT CRYING HERE.

So I will answer you in hcs. One manga spoiler ahead, yooo.

To start off, think about how deep his feelings were for Geto. Gojo literally used Geto’s morals as his own and let Geto roam around for around for 8 years? I mean, it could have been that they simply didn’t meet in those 8 years but I’m sure if Gojo gave it his best shot, he would be able to find Geto... and do his duty as a Jujutsu sorcerer but he does not. Speak about loyalty here.

So let’s assume Gojo is/was a fuckboy and falls in love with you

He falls hard

Not the tripping over your own foot kind of hard but falling off a cliff hard

10 of 10 will drop the fuckboy act right away and 10 of 10 will pick up the simp act

Not the type of simp to fall to your feet to kiss them but more like, he’d risk his life for you

Do you know the song Angel with a Shotgun by the Cab? It's a pretty accurate description of how he feels, DO NOT CHANGE MY MIND. Particularly the chorus 😳 I might fuck around and make this an au but please don't tempt me, yeah?

Everything he does while you’re his friend, he will still do it

but now imagine him with that kind of lovestruck look in his eyes while he says your skin is dry or some shit like that to rile you up

MELTING but that mf gonna catch these hands ✋

Nobody will dare even touching a strand of your hair

The only thing allowed to touch you IS HIS NEVER-ENDING LOVE and anything else you consent to, as long as it's not harming you

but in case someone will be arrogant enough to hurt you, hell will await them

Gojo is your personal bodyguard if he must be (again, Angel with a Shotgun, I am nOT CRYING)

will whisk you away, taking you on missions because he can

he’s been lonely for so long, leave him alone, he is allowed to do this

will share one (1) candy with you. Maybe two (2) but that’s max. Will share candy with you.

BIG on PDA

Will touch you whenever he wants to... but sometimes when he's feeling... a little funny... he will look at you for a few seconds before he finally asks: "Can I hold you, please?"

Pecks you out of nowhere and claims he misses you, even though you're literally next to him

He loves tickling you, if you're ticklish 😭

Protects you from the higher ups, no questions needed

reassures you whenever you need it but needs reassurance you won't leave or die on him

is scared to lose you, it's canon

will learn how to do Reversed Cursed Technique on someone else, for your sake

tries his best to make it up to you if you fight

buys you weird gifts on his trips

Dates with him? Immaculate, spectacular, show-stopping, never been done before, possibly life-threatening but he won't let you die anyway, sweet, romantic, chaotic, breath-taking (in every sense of the word), incredible, amazing, you hate him for it

Whispers sweet AND dirty nothings into your ear in public because he can

The sex? The sex. You get the best of everything. Enough said.

Will let you see his deepest emotions and may need you to convince him he's not a bad person or that his goal has a purpose

You're his everything: his lover, his best friend, his savior, his lifeline, his partner in crime, his unraveling, his weakness, his sweet little angel

#nie answers #anon #gojo satoru #gojo satoru headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #why did i mention my favorite song #i am crying

[robespapier]

It’s a shame Guy Breton died in 2008 because I have so many questions for him. 

I don’t know if Breton believed himself to be a “serious Historian”; he seemed mostly interested in spilling the tea and re-telling the wildest, most dramatic, most over-the-top stories he can find, with total disregard of historal accuracy, coherence or consistency, but sometimes Breton provides sources, and some are known sources, like when he uses Pierre Villiers’ Souvenirs d'un déporté: we know Villiers isn’t trustworthy, but the source is known. The problem I have is that sometimes he doesn’t give specific sources and will only says “a thermidorian phamphlet said that...” or gives sources that I can’t find...

For instance, has anybody heard of Barthélemy’s La Révolution et ceux qui l’ont faite??? I assume it’s this Barthélemy. 

That being said, I don’t trust Breton to not make stuff up for shit and giggles, I mean LOOK AT HIM

The face of an innocent man! A man who would never make shit up!! 

Anyway, I’m gonna show you something very cursed (which, according to Breton, comes from Barthélemy’s mysterious La Révolution et ceux qui l’ont faite), I hope y’all won’t hate me. The source is Guy Breton’s Histoires d’amours de l’Histoire de France, V6: Quand l’amour était “Sans-Culotte” (1960).  

Barthélemy repeated these gossips in his book on the Révolution: 

“Tyran thirsty for blood and glory, Robespierre was also a lustful and hypocritical being. In the last period of this life, he stayed with a carpenter of the street Saint-Honoré, the citizen Duplay, who went to all the meetings of the Jacobin Club.”

“Betraying the laws of hospitality, Robespierre became the lover of Madame Duplay and Eléonore, the eldest daughter of the carpenter, a pretty twenty-years old virgin.”

“The tyran sometimes took his hostess on walks in Choisy, to enjoy natural love in a bucolic place. There, losing all reserve, Madame Duplay would give herself to Robespierre on a bed of ferns in a scenery that would have seemed ideal to Jean-Jacques Rousseau.”

“On the evening, the two lovers would come back to Paris, exhausted by caresses.”

Some thoughts: 

Well, it’s true he had a mommy kink (Rousseau, not Robespierre!) 

Not sure if 18C people had a thing for fucking on ferns (or if that’s Breton passing his own writting for direct quotes) but Breton also said that Saint-Just and Thérèse Gellé did it “on golden ferns” after doing it a few days prior in a broom nook...after a baptism that happened in December, so they must have frozen their butts off (BUT THAT’S A STORY FOR ANOTHER DAY!)

Eleonore wasn’t 20 when she met Robespierre, she was 23 (and 26 when he died), that being said, I think it’s possible to read the original French phrasing as “twenty something” or “around 20″ and not precisely 20 years old. 

There’s also something to be said about stories making a point of calling Eleonore a virgin, while telling us she and Robespierre had sex. I guess the idea is to worsen Robespierre’s immortality in pointing out he took her virginity??

It’s also weird how she’s defined as “pretty” and a “virgin” in the same sentence, like it’s two things she has going for her?? (which is very creepy), and like her virginity was something of value Robespierre took/was lucky to get. 

I hate the “would give herself” but I think the idea is Robespierre being seen as a God, so it’s a religious experience, silly me -_- 

In footnote Breton says it’s proven the walks in Choisy happened because Elisabeth wrote about it. But I hate how he calls her Memoirs her “journal/diary”: it feels so dismissive. 

Breton himself doesn’t believe in Robespierre x Françoise Duplay, he thinks it’s Thermidorian bullshit and presents it as such, but his vibe is “that’s bullshit, but let me tell you about it anyway cause it’s very funny!”. 

However the chapter is titled “Madame Duplay chockes on her love for Robespierre” which is incredibly disrespectful and in very poor taste because it’s a direct reference to Françoise Duplay being found dead, hanged in her prison cell after Thermidor. To this day we don’t know if it was suicide or murder, but Breton tells it as a proven suicide; and act of extreme distress done after the death of Robespierre and the emprisonnement of her whole family (is that sth worth making puns about Guy, really?). 

Breton doesn’t believe in Françoise Duplay having sex with Robespierre, but he 100% believe he and Eleonore fucked, for no other reason that he wants literally everyone to have lots of (amazing) sex, and his “love stories” are more like “sex stories”. 

The sex being amazing in Breton’s stories is what makes him endearing to me, his energy is very “you go girl! have fun!” and he doesn’t feel judgy. I’d take Breton anyday over Hillary Mantel’s awfully bleak, unconfortable sex scene.

Anyway, has anybody heard of Paul Decasse’s Robespierre et la Terreur? Because I will tell his story next, it’s awfully cursed but it reads like a farce, it’s amazing

#guy breton #robespierre #françoise duplay #thermidorian bullshit #this post is so cursed i'm sorry (i'm not)

[elysianslove]

Hi! <3 I'm the roomate hc anon again (lol) and can I request best friends to lovers hc for iwaizumi, kuroo and oikawa? Also this blog is gonna blow up soon so remember me when you're famous bro 😌✊️❤️

OMG HI AGAIN! i’m so sorry this is late :( but oh my the excitement that flooded through me when i saw this request hsvhjsd. i really hope you enjoy this!! also vshdks i luv u bb THANK YOU.

iwaizumi hajime

im making these as detailed as fuck so i apologize in advance <3

becoming best friends with hajime was a very out of the blue thing 

the two of you shared a lot of classes together, and since you were always seeing each other, you’d choose each other as partners a lot 

you’d sit next to him in all the classes that you could

you’d meet up a lot during school breaks and just hang out 

you two clicked very well honestly, like you found that it was so easy to talk to him, and it was so easy to lose yourself in the conversation 

most of your convos are v mature and sophisticated too like

it’s nice when you can talk to someone on the same brain wavelength as you yk 😼

anyways overtime you’d come to his practice sessions, and even if they were long you’d just stay and watch bc why not

if you had hw to do and he noticed you were a lil stressed about it, he’d tell u to come study while he practiced as a change of scenery and all 

he’d walk you home almost every night at this point

oikawa noticing and being jealous <3 

“they’re stealing you from me!” “they’re not— what is wrong with you oikawa.” 

okay so this best friend stuff has been going on for a long time

long enough for you to realize you wanted more from him

but this is iwaizumi hajime and it’s almost impossible to know what he’s thinking 

like

ever 

so you just keep it to yourself, thinking it’s just a small crush and it’s not worth ruining what the two of you have at this rate 

so all this had happened first year, and when you’re nearing the end of your second year

that’s when you realize that

shit

it’s not just a crush

and when you have feelings for someone, every little thing they do expands a million times in your head

so a hug from him that you’d once never go over twice has you thinking about it as you go to sleep

the hoodies he’d lend you during practice while you stayed in the gym bc it was ungodly cold in there now send tingles down your spine at the lingering scent of him

the way he’d grab your hand to drag you somewhere now leave a heavy effect on your palm, forcing you to trace it once he’s gone 

his texts give you butterflies 

every time his name pops up on your phone screen you have a mini heart attack

and yeah

those are all symptoms of a crush

but is a crush meant to last this long? 

at the start of your third year, you greet him outside of the school gates after not seeing you all summer

he smiles so bright and hugs you so, so tightly 

you already are so hyperaware of how strong iwa is

but the feelings you have for him that won’t go away are so not helping your fixation on the feel of his biceps 

anyways before this becomes v nsfw 

you two catch up like u had met yesterday 

and then at the end of the day, after practice, which you stay for bc u missed ur vbc boys 🥺

he walks you home 

like always

and as he stands by your front door, in a burst of courage, he takes your hand in his and pulls you harshly towards him, pushing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss

it’s so messy and harsh and you pretty much collided 

but holy shit

you were pretty sure fireworks erupted when you two kissed

years of pining and what had felt like unrequited love finally being resolved 

it’s the most satisfying feeling ever

you never want to stop kissing him

but alas </3 

when he pulls back, you’re both breathing so heavily 

you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the kiss itself 

and he just looks at you and goes “did u tan while you’re away ur eyes look brighter” 

no sir i am in love with you

when you two officiate things 

he’s actually way shyer than he was as best friends??? 

like as best friends he wouldn’t feel slightly weird about hugging you in public or grabbing at your hand randomly or being seen alone with you

but now like

people know ??? and somehow that scares iwa 

or makes him uncomfortable 

idk he just feels iffy

but ur so understanding bless ur heart <3 

ur so careful with him and take it at his own pace 

zero pda at the start of the relationship 

like he won’t even wanna hug u in front of the seijoh team 

but slowly he warms up 

and he starts getting more comfortable with things like hand holding and occasional pecks on the cheek/lips 

your traditions as best friends don’t die as lovers 

if anything you believe in them even more 

now you watch more diligently during practice 

you proudly attend his games in his jersey, cheering the loudest for him (and for the rest of the boys bc they: best) 

walks home with you are so much more serene 

always gives you a kiss before he parts ways 

idk it’s like some sort of commemoration for your first kiss/confession 

unless you invite him inside 😏

this is so fucking long im so sorry i just love iwa 

anyways anybody want boyfriend!iwa headcanons i got a lot hehe 

to conclude, it was so gradual and inevitable with the two of you, and you’re forever glad it happened when it did and you hadn’t rushed anything <3333

oikawa tōru

unlike hajime, this wasn’t something that took one or two years

this bitch couldn’t admit he was in love with you for like 10 years okay 

you’ve known him for the majority of your life, because you’d always lived in close proximity to each other 

but you were never best friends yk? just acquaintances 

it was around the end of middle school when you two got close

cause you saw he was applying to aoba johsai for high school

and you were like !!! i’m going there too 

at first he was like stop copying me 😾 

you guys had a staring contest bc y’all are idiots and there were legit tears streaming down ur face but u were not about to lose to a pissbaby like him

he blinked 😁👍🏼

and he lost 

and then he decided “you’re my best friend now ” 

anyways aside iwa, he now had someone else he was going into high school with

like it’s a completely new environment but he had two people he very much liked going with him !!! 

when the time came around to like apply for/join clubs, you had been so clueless 

but toru stuck by you !! and he was so adamant on helping you !! 

he would sit with you after school as he practiced tossing with hajime and just brainstorm with you what you liked to do

it’s what brought you two closer together

cause you realized just how many things in common you had with him 

for a full week he tried to help you come up with something

for the sake of this hc let’s say u decide to join the newsletter club 

you’re very wary at first but then he’s like when ur part of it you’ll visit the vbc regularly so u can take pictures/observe to write essays 

the fact that toru would be there kinda set you at ease 

now you’ve never seen toru play properly 

he’s practiced in front of you before

plenty of times

but a proper match? or a practice one? 

never 

so it’s safe to say u were in awe when you got assigned to go watch a practice match against (idk pick a school) 

it’s embarrassing to admit but your eyes were on him the entire time 

thank god he became the captain later on else it’d be so sus 

you really tried to pay attention to anybody else lmfao 

it’s kinda what drew you to him more

you still didn’t really have feelings

you only realized just how passionate he is about everything 

at some point you had an essay to write for your newsletter about the volleyball club

but you were having a hard time like really getting into it

so you immediately just called toru and were like “help 😃” 

he came over and you asked him a bunch of questions, and he would go on deadass 20 min rants for each of them

you were just 

so amazed 

like how could someone have so much passion for something like this?

you realize how but that’s for later

overtime you two got closer bc of how much your work was associated with him

he’s incredible as a best friend 

he’s the first one with the school’s weekly newsletter as soon as it’s out

granted it’s to read the section about him but yk, the sentiment’s there 

also love, love, loves lazy days with you 

he doesnt even care if the boys know that he worships the chick flicks you two watch 

i feel like oikawa would be an avid anime watcher

idk why i just do 

so he’d be blasting anime theme songs on a speaker as you’re in the shower and he’s in your room waiting for you and you’re both just singing w the sound of water rushing down 

actually it’s not just anime songs it’s all songs 

a l l songs 

anyways

so you two get really close, and then he has a super important match coming up 

let’s say it’s the spring interhigh one against karasuno

the one they won

idk im just choosing at random 

and the night before he’s like begging you on text to wear his jersey

he’s like PLEASE NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT FOR ME

you’re like bruh u have a cult following ????? 

but eventually u say yes

ur not really sure where it’s coming from but this is oikawa he’s an unpredictable as can be

when you show up in a jersey he so conveniently left at your house once

he’s so genuinely shocked even though he was the one that asked for this???

gives you the biggest hug like spins you around and just 

“you’re my lucky charm” 

when he wins 

after celebrating with his team

he runs over to you

and just

he kisses you

full on the mouth

it’s probably the rush and excitement of winning that gave him the courage to finally spill all his feelings out into this kiss

you’re in his jersey, in the stands and you genuinely feel like it’s only just the two of you

despite how sudden it was the kiss is so gentle, like he’d been planning it since forever 

“i told you you’re my lucky charm” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and kisses you gently again

oikawa had already been affectionate as your best friend

always displaying his love outwardly with like always calling out your name so loud whenever he sees you and giving you bone crushing hugs

deadass his 6’0 self will just jump on you 

but now it’s extra

makki always gags around the two of you but you just stick ur tongue out at him and go “ur just mad ur best friend’s getting some pussy/dick and ur not” 

makki then proceeds to shriek at you like a fucking banshee <3 

anyways 

yes 

oikawa best friends to lovers excellence is so cute eeeekkk

and now u always wear his jersey at games 

(u couldnt make it to the game against karasuno where they lost for whatever reason and he held it against u for the longest time)

(“maybe if a certain someone were there we wouldn’t have lost”)

what a big baby you love him

kuroo tetsurō

AH SEXY CHEMISTRY NERD 👅👅👅

kuroo as ur best friend 

im frothing 

i feel like you’d grow close after meeting at an event or something 

like you’re a friend of a friend of a friend 

i see kuroo as someone who’s so suave and cool and flirty with people he doesn’t have feelings for

but put the crush factor in and he’s a mess

like his brain just stops working

so when he first met you

he thought u were so fucking hot 

but that’s it

his lower body was doing all the thinking <3 

so he was so flirty 

and that’s essentially what your friendship is built off of 

and when friends are so flirty with each other, they generally grow close and trust each other really quickly 

ur not a nekoma student but ur in tokyo so you meet up often 

you just

it’s so nice to be around him

you find it so easy to just be yourself around him 

going out with him is super fun 

and a lot of the times you guys have study dates and you literally don’t talk except during the 10 min breaks you two take

it’s just hyper focus for the two of you which is great

he really channels the best student in you what a man ! 

i think during your third year of high school you two got insanely close

because you were highly unsure if you were gonna leave japan or stay 

so you wanted to make the most out of everything 

so you’d go out with him more often

he’d stay during the weekends and you two would like bake christmas goods all night even if it’s literally september lmfao

cuddling is so natural 

like you’re both so touchy with each other but not in a weird way just a super comfortable kind of way

like if you’re shorter than him, he’s always leaning his arm on you like you’re his arm rest 

it’s a win win bc he gets to touch you and tease you

wow the horny really jumped out in that one

anyways

you go to every single one of his games !!

cheer him on so!! fucking!! loud!!

you probably make a provocative sign and stand a chair and just wave it around and kuroo’s so heart eyes lmfao

the climb up to becoming lovers is so

natural? 

i think kuroo first realizes that maybe, yk, he wants those flirtatious comments to mean something and those random touches to hold more romantic value to them, when you two are out together

it’s a completely chill day and it’s not really warm not really chilly. you’re just comfortable 

he takes you to a park after buying the both of you ice cream from the stand across the street and sits down at a bench with you

just people watching 

and then it kinda goes really silent

but 

it’s not awkward??? like at all???

he’s not looking to fill the silence with any random words

he’s just

enjoying simply being with you

and he glances at you momentarily and it hits him like so hard just how pretty you are 

his eyes slightly widen like

holy fuck

what the f u ck

remember when i said he’s all cool until feelings come into play

yeah 😼

he literally freezes up and blurts out, without even meaning to, “i think i have feelings for you.” 

he really didnt even process he said that

you kinda

pause for a second

and then you realize what you said and you just smile and lean over towards him, lifting your thumb up to the corner of his lips and brushing away some ice cream

“you think?” you tease, and then at the spot where the ice cream was misplaced, you placed a gentle kiss

he kinda relaxes and then eyes you as he says, “i know.” 

it is just. heaven after that

i think the two of you would be less flirty around each other once becoming official 

like yeah he definitely comments once or twice every now and then and don’t get me wrong, so do you

but it’s just less frequent 

like a blanket has been lifted to uncover the true, hidden meanings behind the comments and you can now just breathe easier 

you two end up in the same uni on accident hevejsk

like you had a long ass talk about how it’s okay if you didn’t end up in the same uni you’d still make it work

and it would’ve worked tbh

fate just ships you two too much

when you told each other you were literally that spiderman meme of the two spidermen pointing at each other lmao

power couple of the uni

power couple of tokyo

power couple of japan

you’re literally so happy with him you wouldn’t trade him for the world 

and maybe you saw it coming 

but it still remains a shock whenever you wake up and he’s there laying next to you, smiling lazily at you before reaching over to give you a gentle kiss 

anyways happy early birthday king i love you kuroo hehe

end note; i really had a lotta fun w this one omg!! thank you again for requesting, anon, and i hope everybody else enjoyed!! feel free to request, mwah <3

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