#my sleep schedule is so beyond fucked at this point

[multifandom-garbage-compactor]

Question for the void: how do you reinvent yourself when your efforts keep getting undone or get in the way of other things to the annoyance of others?

#I hope there’s not spyware on my phone or that someone has been going through it manually #y’all won’t even allow me to be stupid in private never mind that you let me know how irritating you find me whenever you can #it’s just the same same old same old and I’m beyond tired. it feels like there’s no growing or rising above this #like I’m just eating until I die. and even that I manage to do wrong. am I to blame for everything #(I realize that this is public but I havent been copying these so it’s too late to put these elsewhere) #I was a child once getting so many things wrong from the jump but how much can I blame on outside influence #and if it is my family’s fault then they’ve gotten away while I keep forgiving them and falling apart more each day #get a fucking pet instead and even then you’ll be disappointed that they’re not perfectly made to suit your mood and schedule #but god fucking damn it it has to be the dumbest heartless bitches that have kids and pat thrmselves on the back for a job well done #meanwhile all the pots are boiling over and when they finally turn around they’re only going to throw a tantrum about how unfair it is to #them. stop the press. dad missed his beauty sleep to get in the face of his quietly crying child and told them to be quiet and then sent the #problem upstairs to then rudely awake it for payback. nothing more. definitely not parenting. and you still walk around like a big man? #oh I would wish you worse than death but unlike you I still feel guilt and fear so you just get to keep wailing over the bare minimum and #never actually get your hands dirty or make up for lost ti #time. I just want it to be over. no more of this in the next life or just cut me out of existence entirely. don’t you dare do this to me #and I guess others again. I’m tired and have ruined my chances at life so don’t put me back in just so I can miss the point again and not #even have a way out. #gee was that too much

[junggunz]

crew love | 🔞

summary: sometimes dick appointments don't go as planned... cw: fembodied!reader, there is ZERO plot, pwp, smut, fwb!samuel, fwb!eli, fwb!johan, fwb!jake, reader really said why have one bitch when you can have four-, fivesome-ish...each of the crew heads take turns with reader, mentions of masturbation, oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), lazy handjobs and blowjobs, c*ck drunk reader tbh, p in v, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, degrading dirty talk...mostly from samuel, jake calls reader 'pretty girl' once, everyone is 18+, bukakke ending, honestly there's a lot going on let me know if i missed anything. wc: 4.2k words that's crazy bc i shortened this by a lotttt. an: absolute insanity and peak degeneracy. a late merry christmas and an early happy new years from me to yall hehehe.

“And here I thought, my favorite slut was just a cute nickname for you. I never would have guessed that you were running around fucking these punks when I was too busy for you.” Samuel laughs dryly, his jaw clenching as his eyes drift over the other crew heads. 

Eli was just some runaway. Johan was a crybaby. But Jake Kim was a part of your little roster? You knew better than to even mention Jake around Samuel, but the fact you more than likely compared them when you talked about your sexual escapades with your friends was enough to get him seething with rage.  

It was truly an unfortunate coincidence when you sent a text to all four of your fuck buddies telling them to come over on the same day. While juggling so many guys at once, you anticipated that at some point, you would fuck up and remember wrong details about the wrong guy or even call one of them the wrong name at least once. But to screw up on this scale was beyond your imagination; you blame your overly chaotic life that caused you to seek out relief in the form of casual sex. Besides your schedule being all over the place and causing conflict, each of these men catered to a specific need you had.

Samuel provided you with rough, degrading sex that left you drunk on his cock. Johan gave you the illusion of having some sense of control in your life as you basically coached him into being the perfect fuck. Eli easily played the role of being a friend you happened to sleep with—oftentimes, him being the one you try out your new tricks with— And last but definitely not least, Jake was the one who could give you both a shoulder to cry on and a dick to ride on after a long day. They all had their own quirks and strengths that catered to whatever you needed throughout the week. Trying to pick a favorite was out of the question because you weren’t sure if you felt emotional attachment to any of them. There were no blurred lines or confusing boundaries, the basis of your relationship with all of them was just sex. And all four of them were good in bed or else you wouldn’t have bothered to keep their numbers.

“Well, now what? This isn’t the first time we’ve met under strange conditions and it probably won’t be the last.” Eli says, his tone even but with a flair of nonchalance as he sits down on your couch and looks at the other men in your living room.

Samuel alone is able to make the atmosphere tense with his disdain for Jake but everyone else in the room seems to be more baffled by the current situation you’re all in. It’s almost comical but it’s more awkward than anything and you wish the ground would swallow you whole.

“I came all this way to get my dick sucked and I don’t wanna leave with blue balls so, if you all could kindly fuck off—” Johan states bluntly only for Samuel to interject.

“What do you think I’m here for? Do you think I came to have a meeting with you fuckers again?” 

Jake who had been silently off in the corner, mind going at a hundred miles per hour as he contemplated his relationship with you after finally digesting the fact he had been sharing you with three other people, suddenly speaks up. When you hear the words that fall past his beautifully flawed lips, you swear that he has finally lost his mind. And to make matters worse, it seems like the madness is shared when everyone including Samuel agrees after taking a few moments to deliberate amongst each other; blatantly leaving you out of the conversation and not letting you know their gameplan.

Who would have thought that this day would be the ultimate test of how well these four could work together? Hands are all over your body, impatiently pushing you down the hall to your room and sitting you down at the ledge. Filling the spots on the bed on either side of you are Samuel and Jake; Samuel moving quickly to make the first move and assert his dominance. Inked hand roughly grabbing you by the chin, he turns your head to face him so he can plant his lips on yours. Lips parting in a salacious moan from his treatment, he seizes the opportunity to force his tongue into your mouth; tasting you before you could be tainted by one of the other three men surrounding you. Though Samuel is adamant on staking his claim on you first, Jake has no problem latching his lips onto the exposed column of your neck. The way his lips gently feather across your skin to make you squirm then gradually get more intense is the complete opposite of how Samuel is fierce with you from the get go but they both share the talent of easily turning you into a mindless, lust drunk mess with just their lips. With so many hands on you, you can’t tell who’s unbuttoning your shirt or who’s hands are snaking up your skirt to tease you through your underwear. You barely have any time to process Samuel pulling away from your lips because Jake occupies them as soon as the opportunity arises. You think you can recognize the feel of Samuel’s palms cupping your breasts and treating the tender flesh as stress balls. And you’re almost certain that it’s Johan who’s kneeling between your legs, pressing his face into your panty clad pussy while Eli is off to the side, keeping your legs spread.  

It’s only after Samuel’s hands have freed the supple skin of your tits and you have him and Jake latching on to your nipples, you’re able to see what’s going on to confirm everyone’s position. Even with the fabric barrier of your underwear, the way that Johan was greedily slurping your arousal through the fabric had your head lolling around dumbly. Your body was burning hot and the temperature was only rapidly increasing due to all the hands and mouths currently on you. Samuel’s tongue flickers over the perky bud of your nipple, leaving tepid trails of saliva in its wake. Jake’s mouth was surrounding the other, every so often grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin. When you look over at Eli with apologetic eyes, he only gives you a sly smile as his hand strokes your inner thigh; silently letting you know that you would always be worth the wait for him. 

So greedy to feel as much of you as possible, when Samuel moves back to your lips and Eli is able to have a taste of your breasts. Getting in just a few sucks and bites, Eli is more interested in getting back between your thighs when he sees Johan pushing your panties to the side. Kissing his way down from your chest and his lips marking every patch of skin exposed by your haphazardly arranged clothing, Eli’s teeth skim along your thigh and cause you to shudder. 

The moment Johan’s pretty fingers spread apart your sticky folds, everyone momentarily halts what they’re doing to look at the sight in awe before everything ramps up in intensity and your clothes are being pulled off your body. Easing a finger into your slick hole, Johan begins to move it in and out of you steadily; basking in the sensation of your tight walls stretching to accommodate the intrusion of the lone digit. Not too long after that, he’s grabbing you by the thighs and yanking you forward until your back falls flat against the mattress, your upper body no longer propped up Samuel and Jake. Even with the adjustment in position, Jake’s mouth had remained stuck on your chest; finally able to cup both tits in his hands when Samuel sits back on his knees after deciding he wanted something else, reaching for your hand and guiding it to palm the bulge in his boxers. 

Attention disproportionately divided between the four men as their hands needily grope you, Johan occupies the most of it when his fingers enter you again. Palm facing up with his ring and middle fingers pressing against the spongy spot within your walls, your breathing is uneven with moans getting stuck in your throat.  His fingers don’t move particularly fast or deep but they apply a consistent pressure against your sweet spot that makes your thighs shake and would have had your hips bucking if Eli wasn’t the one keeping your lower body firmly pinned against the mattress and your panties out of the way for Johan. With just a few firm pushes into the same spot, Johan makes your pussy squirt and Eli is quick to lean in and claim the first taste of your honey; earning a small glare from the man who had actually brought you to your orgasm. Immediately after Eli pulls away, Johan’s tongue is lapping at your clit to taste your release. Fingers still inside you, Johan repeats his same movements from earlier to make more of your nectar spill out of you before he leans in to drink your juices straight from the source. 

“Open up, sweetheart.” Eli coos softly to get your attention, now kneeling beside you with his cock out which you respond to by gently holding the base of his length and guiding it into your mouth. 

Only a few seconds into sucking on Eli, you feel Samuel slapping the heavy tip of his own erection against your cheek until you turn to him and give him the same treatment. You try your best to simultaneously stroke both of them and alternate giving them your mouth, but Johan is still having his fun between your legs and playing with your sensitive pussy, in search of other spots to make you see stars. At this point, any type of contact on your private parts gets you to thresh and writhe; your brain so muddled that it takes Eli and Samuel constantly reminding you that you were supposed to be giving them your mouth. 

Things had just started and you were already drowning in your own sea of selfish pleasure. Pushing you to lay on your side and accentuating the natural curves of your ass and hips, you watch with hazy eyes as Eli and Johan switch positions; Johan presenting his hard length before you to which you thoughtlessly take in your mouth while Eli’s tongue ravenously licking up the trail of wetness that dripped from your pussy to your puckered asshole that was now easily accessible to him. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feel of Eli eating you out so hungrily. By no means was Johan bad with his mouth and fingers, but Eli was simply a more seasoned lover. With enough practice, the two would be on similar playing fields at some point because they had a similar wild streak masked by their pretty faces. Messily smearing your arousal all over the place, the dominant sensation in your lower half is wet and downright sloppy. There’s a gentle pulsing within you due to the back to back orgasms brought to you by Johan’s fingers, but it is quickly diminishing and being replaced by a new coil of heat building in your stomach.  

Right when you think you’re gonna cum on Eli’s tongue, you see quick movement out of the corner of your eye. 

“I can’t fucking wait anymore.” You hear Samuel growl. 

Impatiently shoving Eli out of the way and lining his length up to your hole, sinking into you with one harsh thrust and starting off at a mean pace. The sudden stretch of Samuel’s cock stings like it always does, but with how wet you are and how heavy his thrusts are, he slips right in. With your senses zeroing in on the intrusion of Samuel’s length, your mouth comes off of Johan, only leaving him with the remnants of your saliva to lubricate his shaft as he jerks off to you being filled by Samuel. 

“Fucking pathetic. Inviting all your fuck buddies over and you can’t even mulitask.” Samuel chuckles darkly, giving your ass several hefty slaps that leave the skin stinging with an almost pleasant burn. 

Dizzy from all the movement and finding yourself on your back again when Samuel’s hands push both your thighs against the mattress so he could plow deep into you, watching your pussy greedily swallow his length. After observing from the sidelines for a bit, Jake joins in on the action and offers his thigh to rest your head on; the exchange being that your mouth was solely his for the moment. The lips on your face being stretched around Jake’s length while your lower lips were being plundered by Samuel, the sound of your moans have died out and the soundtrack of your bedroom consists of the sound of your poor bedframe trying not to break, wet skin slapping against each other with the low moans and groans of each of your fuck buddies. You don’t have to look at Johan or Eli to know that they were taking a breather, idly stroking their own lengths to the sight of you being wrecked by the two former colleagues. 

No one says anything but everyone can see it on your face. When your mind is venturing off into space as Samuel fucks your brains out, all it takes it Jake gently caressing your cheek or your stroking your hair to bring you back to Earth; looking up at Big Deal’s leader with a more affectionate expression while you suck him off. Of course, Samuel is the only one bothered by this minor quirk; plowing into you harder and deeper like he was trying to ruin your pussy for everyone else by molding you to only take him. But all his brutal thrusts do is knock the wind out of you, making it impossible to warn him before he’s pushing you to your orgasm and causing your walls to squeeze so tight, it forces his cock out as your juices are expelled from your loins. 

“You couldn’t hold it just a little longer, nasty slut?” Samuel groans, giving you another harsh slap but this time on your thigh as he reluctantly pulls away from you. 

The sight of your orgasm signaled that Samuel’s turn was up and since Jake was the closest, he’s quick to claim his spot between your spread thighs, slowly easing himself into your sensitive pussy. As much as it irritates to see Jake so eager to take his place, Samuel moves off to the side; hand wrapping around his angry cock to maintain his hardness. Seeing how Johan and Eli were holding up with only a fraction of his frustration, Samuel started to wonder what kind of things you got up to with either one of the two for them to be so patient in this situation. 

On a regular day, Jake would be better at taking his time with you and building up to a pace that brings you to your sweet release but after waiting so long to feel you and feeling the way your love canal rhythmically throbs around his cock after your finish, it’s like you have him in a trance. Not as rough as Samuel, but definitely more aggressive than his usual self, Jake thrusts into you needily. Your wanton moans mixing in with Jake’s are loud enough to drown out the sound of your bed squeaking in protest. Body so high strung, it comes as no surprise that you can only hold out for so long before you’re calling out Jake’s name between breathy whimpers. 

“What is it, pretty girl?” He asks you, voice wavering ever so slightly as your walls squeeze him even tighter and become more slick around him; his body torn between pushing deeper into your pulsing heat or halting his movements. 

“I’m gonna cum again—” You pant, looking up at him with glossy eyes to top off your sheepish expression; feeling bad for making him wait so long just to barely get any time with you. But Jake could never be mad at you for cumming too soon on his cock. The warmth of your walls gave him a comfort that simply couldn’t compare to other one night stands he had been with. Even in this situation where he had to share you, bringing you to orgasm filled his chest with pride just the same.

Reaching between your bodies, his thumb gently toys with your swollen clit in time with his thrusts, causing a shrill yelp to pour from your lungs before you tremble beneath him, your hips bucking wildly and your walls wrapped around him like you were made for him, it almost tempts into finishing inside you, but he swiftly pulls away. Dick throbbing after being denied of his own climax, his hand wraps around the end of his shaft, lightly squeezing the tip as he looks toward Eli and Johan to see who would call next. 

Despite his eagerness to kick everyone out of your apartment earlier so he could have you to himself, Johan lets Eli go first. Not out of politeness but simply because making mental notes of how everyone else treated your body. Johan may have been at a disadvantage by not having as much experience under his belt as the others, but he was able to make up for it with how quick he learned by observing. Watching the same type of porn you liked may might have given him some insight to what gets you off; however it just didn’t compare to actually seeing in real time how you liked to be fucked. 

Eli moves between your legs, ready to mount you until the wetness of the sheets against his skin nags at him. There had been countless times where he had been able to make a mess of you like this on his own but something about having to kneel in a puddle of your juices that were coaxed out of you by someone else bugs him.

“God, it’s wet everywhere. You’re so messy.” Eli teases softly, plucking you off your mattress and hooking your thigh around his arm as he stands at the end of your bed frame. 

With you no longer laying down, everyone is able to see the faint outline of your figure created by you sweating on the sheets along with the sizable dark, wet stain of your orgasms. It’s so vulgar and dirty, but it’s exactly the type of thing that seems to boost morale amongst the men and make them even more eager to wreck you. 

Balancing yourself on just one foot, it’s up to Eli to keep you stable; one hand tightly gripping your thigh and the other keeping a vice hold on your ass. The moment he sinks into you, your body tenses for just a moment before relaxing in his arms. Being taken at this angle somehow manages to wipe more thoughts from an already barren mind. You feel Eli’s length pummeling deep inside of you, you feel his lips ghosting along your neck and jaw but it’s almost as if there’s disconnect between your mind and body. You can’t even think about how loud you’re being and if you keep it up, you might end up with a sore throat because your moans just keep tumbling carelessly.   

Rutting into you with the perfect balance of passion and primal instinct, Eli genuinely contemplates giving you a nice, warm load right into your cervix so you’d have to keep him around. The only thing that stops him from asking if you want his seed at that moment is the fact that there were three other guys coping with varying levels of sexual frustration and would throw a fit if he came inside you so soon. In the back of his mind, Eli was more than ready to creampie you if you had begged even just a little. 

You don’t even have to string together the words to warn Eli that you were on the verge of another explosive orgasm. He could see it all over your face. He could feel it in how you clutched onto his shoulders and dug your nails into the skin. And the most damning of all, everyone could hear the way your moans escalated in pitch and volume. Your body feels like jelly as you gush all over his length, the only thought in your head wondering how were you going to make it through the rest of the night if things continued on like this? 

After Eli pulls out of you, it’s a literal hand off to Johan; feeling God Dog’s leader put his hands on your waist then bend you over while your hands still clung to Eli. Rough fingertips dig into the meat of your hip as Johan establishes a firm hold on your body, he pushes his hips forward; the harsh thrust cushioned by the softness of your ass. You gasp loudly, not expecting the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot right away. If he continued to fuck you at this angle, there was no way you wouldn’t come apart with just a few more thrusts—Johan knows that and quite frankly, doesn’t care— It’s proven when he gives you a few experimental bucks of his hips and feels the telltale sensation of your walls clamping down on his cock that lets him know you had orgasmed. With how quickly you cum, your jaw hangs open in shock and no one else is the wiser so Johan continues to lose himself in the sensation of your warm, wet heat. 

“How are you still so fucking tight?” Johan groans out, a delirious laugh rumbling in the back of his throat while he ruts into you, pushing so deep that his full balls are squished up against your swollen pussy lips. “Is it because you’re waiting for someone to bust inside you?” He says, leaning in to whisper the words into your ear. 

You lose count of how many times you cum on Johan’s cock alone but at this point, your walls are so sensitive that even with the undulating, rapid movements of his hips, you feel every vein and ridge rubbing up against you.  

“N-no…” You whimper, despite the very obvious spasming of your walls after hearing his question.

“Just say the word and I’ll fill you up-” 

“If you cum inside, we’re kicking you out.” Jake quickly cuts in after overhearing the brief exchange between you and Johan. 

Rolling his eyes at the latter’s comment, Johan promptly shoves you off his cock; not wanting to deal with the bickering that would ensue if he were to finish inside you like he wanted. Never empty for long, as soon as someone pulls out of you, someone else is filling you up again or moving you into another position before entering you again. It’s truly a group effort to remind you to use your mouth or hands on the other guys when you have one of them balls deep in your pussy, your mind long gone and in a depraved daze.   

It’s only when you get to a point of being barely able to keep your eyes open, your bedroom is filled with an urgency to finish before your body finally gives out. It had been in the middle of one of Eli’s turns when everyone quietly came to the decision to wrap things out and he pulled out of you, your body tiredly sprawled out on the soiled sheets. Everyone stands around you and furiously jerks their dicks before you feel splashes of warmth all over various parts of your body. Even though your vision was mostly fuzzy by now, you could tell by just the locations who finished where. Samuel made sure to paint your face, uncaring of whether he got it in your hair or eyes but ensuring he slapped his tip on your tongue as he shot out the final rope. Eli came all over the outside of your pussy, fondly smiling at the sight as he did so. Jake had mostly aimed for your chest; letting a few stray ropes spray over the lower portion of your face because he knew it would get a rise out of Samuel. And Johan had opted to leave a nice pool of his seed right above your navel since your ass wasn’t an option for him today.

Fucked out and exhausted, you stumble to the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up and make it clear that they needed to change your bedding for you before they left. Once that’s all done, you don’t even bother saying bye to any of your fuckbuddies since it was a normal part of your routine to send them away after cleaning up. You hear your front door slam shut, the electronic deadbolt automatically locking it for you and you assume everyone has left so you could go to sleep but the sound of footsteps approaching your bedroom again makes you slowly sit up and look toward your doorframe. 

You thought you didn’t have a favorite crew head, but when you see that he’s the one who decided to stay behind, you perk up as you welcome him back into your bed. Whether it was simply enjoying each other’s company or just resting before going for another round of sex, you’re glad it’s with him. 

#lookism x reader #lookism smut #samuel seo x reader #samuel seo smut #samuel seo scenarios #jake kim x reader #jake kim smut #jake kim scenarios #johan seong scenarios #johan seong smut #johan seong x reader #eli jang scenarios #eli jang smut #eli jang x reader #junggunz.txt

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

Gamer Girly - part 2

link to part one • link to master list

cw: alcohol, bisexualness, idk me being half gay

MDNI 18+

not proof read, literally wrote this bc of my insomnia and not being able to sleep tonight

You and Geto texted to plan a FaceTime call in a few days as it worked for his schedule and you were beyond nervous. Even going as far as using your whitening strips and getting your eyebrows done. You planned it for Thursday evening, a time after Geto’s stream was over, before you, Utahime, and Haibara were about to go out to bars for Thirsty Thursday with your fake ID’s. You did your makeup and hair while listening to the squads stream rehearsing in your head what you think Geto would say. You picked out a black crop top and a short denim skirt to wear paired with your vans. As they wrapped up their stream you started feeling anxious and took a shot of a vodka mini bottle you had lying around your apartment to calm some nerves. As you swallow some orange juice as a chaser your phone buzzes from your desk.

‘hey just wrapped up, let me know when you’re free and I’ll shoot you a call. :)’

god texting him felt like you were flirting in high school all over again like a giddy innocent girl.

you set your macbook up on your desk so you could have a better view of him for the FaceTime.

‘sure, ready whenever you are!’ You respond.

Your anticipation leads to sweaty palms and sipping a white claw that was left in your fridge at some point as you pace around your bedroom, making sure everything in the background is okay.

your ringtone from your laptop goes off rather loud and you quickly sit at your desk but don’t press the answer button too soon. The 10 seconds it takes the call to load seems like years as you bounce your leg under your desk.

“hey!” You both speak at the same exact time, as you nervously giggle.

“How are you?” Comes out of both your mouths at the same time again.

“I’m sorry, you first,” you say as he chuckles with his eyes squinted close in the most precious way.

“I’m great, happy to be done streaming for the night and getting ready to go out with some friends, how about you?”

“I’m also going out with some friends for once! We don’t go to bars a whole lot but wanted to try one tonight. Other than that great now that I actually get to speak with you,” you admit, blushing.

“Yeah about that, this moderator thing is pretty easy, mainly the thing you have to watch out for on my discord is people sexualizing Shoko. She’s started to get butthurt about how she’s ‘more than a pretty face’” he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Oh yeah of course…” you pause, “are you guys like dating or…?” You close your eyes not believing you just fucking asked that.

“Oh no no, she’s been Satoru and I’s best friend all through high school. We taught her to play and she has pretty much gotten better than us.”

“Satoru?”

“Oh sorry yes that is Gojo’s first name, we all go by our last names on the stream.”

“Oh yeah okay, makes sense,” you glance over at the notepad sitting next to your laptop wondering if you should be taking notes.

“I have to admit there’s not really a whole lot that goes into it, I just wanted to see you over FaceTime.” He grins, lighting up a blunt and casually looking at his screen to see your reaction.

He can’t be flirting with you…right? You decide to take the ball in your court, “well what can I say, I’m only one of your most devoted fans,” winking at him and hoping you don’t seem too lame.

He chuckles, taking a long puff of his blunt and passing it to someone off the screen.

You dare to ask, “also sorry if this is too personal to ask so soon, but I saw your area code is close to where I go to college, can I ask where you’re from?”

He looks like his brain is trying to fit pieces together for a moment, looking up at the person he passed the blunt to. “Uh, yeah I’m from Shibuya and I go to university here.”

Your jaw drops, “like University of Shibuya?”

“Yeah, are you familiar with it?” He asks.

“I’m a junior here! I had no idea you guys were from around here or went to the same school!”

You hear Gojo in the back whisper “oh my fucking god”

Suguru shoots daggers at Gojo, still off screen, and doesn’t know what to say.

“We don’t have to meet up or anything if you’re uncomfortable with it! We can just pretend like we didn’t talk about this,” you blush nervously thinking he was put off by something you said.

“No, no, I mean it would be great either way. Just was a little surprising that’s all.” He responds, no longer looking around for Gojo, just focusing on you on his screen.

“Yeah well I’ll promote you to a moderator tonight and have the other mod text you to kinda explain the situation.” The dark haired mystery man smiles awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh and the pay, uh how does $20 per hour sound?”

“Yeah sure whatever you’re willing to pay I’ll take it!” you say almost too eagerly. You knew mods got paid kind of well but you didn’t know it was this good. If he streams 7 days a week for 2 hours, that’s already $280 a week. Plus the time you spend in discord on the chats.

“Okay well I’ll be in touch…” he trails off and you can’t tell if he’s either high or just uninterested in your conversation. (In reality Gojo had a girl sitting on his lap sucking his face off and Suguru was trying to decide if he was disgusted or turned on)

“Yeah, thank you for picking me! Look forward to talking with you,” you say hoping he’s not regretting his choices noting that he got a little awkward after the talk about being local arose.

“Yeah, see ya,” he says too casually with hardly a hint of a smile on his face. You click the ‘end call’ button and sigh. It seems like this unobtainable crush you had on suguru for the past 9 months was still just that. Why had you never seen him around town or campus? Granted, it was a really big school and everything but never once had you seen him, by god you would remember that face.

You snap out of your trance back to your white claw and scroll to find your texts with Utahime while you down the can

‘your place in 10?’ you text her.

‘Yes, sorry kinda last minute but some of haibara and i’s other friends are going to come too’ she texts back and you groan, not in the mood to meet new people.

The thought of having to be social enough to go to the bar was anxiety inducing, but now having to actually meet people before you’re drunk? You grab two more of the mini bottles of vodka you have in your freezer downing one and shoving the other in your pocket for when you get to Utahime’s apartment.

You walk into her unlocked flat without knocking, being too in your head from the FaceTime call and what it meant. Utahime is sitting on the counter, Haibara between her legs as they are making out passionately. Her arms wrapped around his neck, legs spread in her skirt so Haibara (and you) can see her turquoise panties.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you giggle staring at the scene in front of you. “I thought you were expecting me.”

Utahime, obviously embarrassed jumps down from the counter acting like nothing happened and walks over to give you a hug. Wearing a blue skirt, white shirt, and red bow in her hair she looks as cutely innocent as ever. You looked about as opposite as her as possible with your ripped denim skirt, black crop top revealing your cleavage just perfectly, and black and white checkered vans.

“How did the call go?” She asks as Haibara excuses himself to the bathroom trying, but failing, to hide his boner from their make out session.

“Great but I have news about like the four of them -“ you’re cut off by a knock at the apartment door.

In walks a girl with white hair, a black button up black mini skirt, with knee high socks. She was accompanied by two average looking men, obviously whipped by her aura.

“Mei Mei!” Utahime runs over to her and gives her a hug. You’re a little taken aback by the warm welcome this new girl received versus your very awkward one. Well I guess that’s what you get for not knocking.

Haibara comes out of the bathroom looking like he just splashed cold water on his face and neck, “Bayer, Kokun, good to see you.” Walking up to them to dab them up.

You take this opportunity to down the mini bottle in your pocket and take a sip of Utahime’s sprite she left sitting on the counter. Sheeeeesh, three mini bottles and a white claw in before you even leave for the bar? You’re feeling pretty good and confident. Walking in on the couple’s make out session made you realize how long it had been since you got any action. Besides your vibrator working over time, usually after Geto’s streams.

You force yourself out of your thoughts and walk up to the trio chit chatting with the couple and introduce yourself. “Hey I’m y/n” and extend your hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you, y/n, Utahime has told me a lot about you.” Mei Mei says in her naturally sultry voice. Your eyes nervously look at Utahime, consider she had never mentioned this attractive white haired woman to you before.

“We’re new friends, she just moved in down the hallway and these two guys helped her move in.” Utahime says reading your mind.

“Ah nice to meet you, I’m just a few floors up if you ever need anything.” You respond.

“All we’re missing is Yuki right?” Mei Mei asks as she directs her attention to Utahime.

“Yeah but who knows if she’ll show up. I’ll text her to just meet us at the bar.”

-

With that, the group heads out to go to one of the dive bars in the city, a little place with karaoke on Thursdays. Supposedly Mei Mei knows the bouncer quite well, walking up first in the crowd to whisper something in his ear, finger trailing down his chest. You’re not sure what she said to him, only that his cheeks turned red and he let the 5 of you in without checking your IDs at all. From what you heard this place didn’t let fakes in very easily so you wonder what could have bribed that man. You grab a high top table in the back near the pool tables with Utahime and Mei Mei as the 3 boys go to grab you drinks.

“Can we sing a girls song together?” You propose to the two.

“Y/n are you drunk already? You’d never suggest that sober.” Utahime raises her eyebrows at you.

“How about the spice girls?” You ask ignoring her question. Mei Mei nods with a slight smirk. As you go up to put your name on a slip of paper the boys come back with the drinks. The DJ winks at you and you immediately regret your decision.

A few songs later and it seems your drink is gone, listening to the boys talk about sports and video games, as the two girls chat about their one annoying neighbor on their floor that has the loudest sex imaginable.

You walk up to the bar and stand patiently next to a tall beautiful blonde woman.. you try not to stare as the bartender comes over to her and asks her order. “I’ll take a whiskey and ginger ale, and whatever this girl is having.” She smirks pointing her thumb over to you. “Vodka cran please,” you squeak out to the bartender, nervously smiling at her.

The man goes to make the drinks as she sticks out her hand, “Hi pretty, I’m Yuki.”

“Oh you’re Yuki! Friends with Mei Mei and Utahime?” You stumble out the words remembering her name from earlier.

“Sorry, I’m y/n. I’m here with them tonight, I can take you to them if you’d like?”

Yuki leaves her card with the bartender and hands you your drink. “After you,” she smiles taking the first sip of her drink looking you up and down smugly. You grab her free hand with her vape in it and weave from the bar back to the table you all had claimed.

“I found someone you guys may know?” You shyly interject trying to be funny. The whole group erupts into various versions of “Yuki! Oh my god so good to see you!” She props herself up on the last open barstool at the table. Baggy red cargo pants and a black crop top, no bra with nipple piercings pretty obvious. She catches you staring and nods her head in a “come here” kind of way.

“So what’s your type?” She asks.

“Uh what?” You question back.

“What’s your type of woman?…or man I guess.” She eyes you up and down as if trying to determine your sexuality.

“Uh… I like long hair? And someone who can have a good time?” You’ve never had to answer that question on the spot so you think your answer was decent enough.

She lets out a chuckle and takes another sip of her drink. “So you’re not playing for a single side I’m hearing.” She smirks and puts her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah I guess not” you smile back realizing how close your faces are.

Just then the DJ announces the next karaoke names, “y/n, Utahime and Mei Mei are going to sing us Wannabe by the Spice Girls!”

“y/nnnn” a tipsy Utahime grabs your hand and starts rushing you three to the stage. One thing you forgot about this place is you have to take a shot before singing. You three take your shots of what tastes like battery acid, stinging going down and trying not to think about it as the music starts.

The 90s classic song gets ever girl in the bar singing and dancing at the edge of the stage and you see Haibara behind the crowd video taping your performance.

Your words are starting to slur slightly and you are just having a great time feeling like a pop star. You swear up in the balcony of the bar you see a white head of hair jamming out and screaming the words but hey everyone’s having a good time!

The song comes to a close and the three of you get escorted off stage. You split from the two and say “I’m going to step outside to smoke for a second,” as you do when you drink.

You walk up to the back door of the bar and as you go to push, you feel someone else pull. With the alcohol in your system, your reaction time is a little delayed. Before you know it you are falling forward towards the gravel with your arms out.

“Oh Jesus Christ” you mumble out assessing the damage while you sit up so you are on your knees. Only a few scrapes as the person on the other side of the door comes up to you and puts a hand on your back.

“Oh my god are you okay I’m sorry,” you hear a familiar voice. Too familiar.

You turn around to meet amber eyes inches from your face.

“Geto?” Your jaw drops.

—

A/N I had to go through my archives to see what someone would wear to a bar in 2018 😭 and look up a discord mods hourly pay on google 😭 also had a bi panic moment w Yuki and Utahime and MeiMei as usual if you can’t tell

#suguru Geto x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #nanami kento #Haibara yu #utahime iori #jjk utahime #yuki tsunoda #mei mei #Geto #suguru #tall dark and handsome #gamer girl #discord rp #discord stuff #modern au #vodka cran #please read this #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #geto x y/n #bi panic

[loaksloversblog]

Gentle pt. 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (18) .

WARNINGS : fingering , Oral (m receiving) , P in V , choking, Praise , SMUT !!

IF YOU CONTINUE BEYOND THIS POINT , THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME IS ON YOU . ALL WARNINGS HAVE BEEN STATED .

PAIRINGS : softdom!lo’ak x brat/switch!fem human to omaticaya reader .

You were barley able to sleep , filled with such excitement and anxiety . Your avatar was ready tomorrow . You were having a ceremony much like jake did when he was transferred into his avatar for life . It was scheduled for tomorrow morning , but you couldn’t sleep . you could only think about the things you’re going to experience as one of the people . Joining hunting parties , flying your ikran , and not to forget , getting absolutely railed .

You weren’t too worried about getting used to life in your new body , as you lived through their ways your whole life . Running through the forest , usuing your bow , flying with lo’ak , but you were just so eager to finally be in the right body . Anticipating the moment you finally felt like you were yourself . “Lo? Are you awake?” you ask pressing the comm on your neck he gifted you . After waiting a few seconds , you hear . “Tanhì .. it’s the middle of the night..” GOD his sleepy voice is so sexy . “I cant sleep lo . can you come over please?” You’re trying to entice him with that sweet voice . “Baby you should really try and sleep ..” he manages to say . he’s on the verge of falling back sleep . “pleaseee , i’ll sleep better with you !” “fine , i’ll be over soon .” he says . Eventually he makes his way over

He immediately crawls into bed with you , taking you into his arms . As comforting as being held by him was , you still couldn’t find it in you to fall asleep . Maybe , if he helped you relax , you’d be able to get a little sleep before the morning .

You slowly turned over in his arms , facing him . You place a light gentle kiss on his lips , moving to his neck . You lift up your head and gently move it to his ear , and with a soft whisper you say “Lo , i cant sleep .” He opens is eyes and places a hand on your cheek . “and would you like me to help with that ?” he says , moving his hand in between your legs . You let out a soft moan . “use your words , tanhì.” he says . “yes lo , please please help me .” you say gently . He sits up , moving you onto his lap so you’re facing him . he kisses you softly , removing your loincloth and parting your folds with his fingers . “No wonder you couldn’t sleep , you’re so wet for me .” you let out a soft moan as he teases your clit . Before you know it , he’s plunging his fingers inside of you , almost making you scream . He places his hand over your mouth , “shh , you have to be quiet for me okay?” you nod in response , adjusting to the alien sized hands in your already small human pussy .

He continues to plunge his fingers into you , hard , while also curling them to hit the spongy part on the inside of your walls . You bite down on his hand slightly , trying to supress your moans . Seeing how desperate you are for him makes his ears perk up in excitement . He removes his hand , parting your lips with them . He instructs you to open your mouth . You tease his thumb with your finger , as he pushes it deeper into your throat .

You feel the knot begin to grow in your stomach , something about this dominant side of lo’ak pushed you closer to your orgasm even quicker . “fuck lo , uugh you’re gunna make me cum !” you attempt to say quietly . “it’s okay , be good and cum all over my fingers , yeah?” he says . He continues to pick up the pace , faster , harder , everything feels more intense . your breathing gets heavier , you curl into lo’aks neck trying to smother your moans . Not able to form a single word , you undo yourself all over lo’ak . The only sound you’re able to release is shaky moans . He holds you tight , guiding you through this much needed orgasm . Once your high is complete , you fall completely limp into his arms . He lays you down , cleaning the both of you up , before pulling you into his arms . “you feeling any better ?” he says with a smirk . Your body is completely warn out , thankfully . “yes , much better.” you say . Closing your eyes and drifting away to the sounds of his heartbeat . You cherish this size difference for the last time , as a part of you enjoyed how he was so huge compared to you . But the experiences you will have in your avatar body , will fully overpower any quality about being a human .

A couple hours later , lo’ak woke you up . “i’m surprised you haven’t woken up yet , did i tire you out last night ?” he said giggling . immediately you get up , “shit . what time is it ?” you say frantically . “haha calm down , you still have an hour and a half before we have to be there .” he gives you a hug in efforts to calm you down , seeing as your obviously stressed . You pick out your clothes for your avatar for when you are transferred . You’re so excited you can’t even eat , or let alone function . “Lo , can we go on a ride ?” you ask . You love flying with him . If you think pandora is pretty from the ground level , you should see it from up above . “of course tanhì .” he says . You step out side and follow him to where is ikran resides . He lifts you up onto her and gets on behind you . Making sure to hold you tight , as always . The way the wind hits your face , blows though your hair , it is everything you could dream of , and you can’t wait to experience this on your own . After flying to all your favorite places , lo’ak lands his ikran , and walks back with you to finish getting ready .

After what feels like forever , you are finally on your way to your transferring ceremony . Covered in vines , barley covered but you felt so secure at the same time . You made your way there . All the na’vi were plugged into the tree of souls , chanting . Lo’ak carried your body up to the base of the tree , were he placed you down with a kiss on your forehead . You greated mo’at . “oel ngati kameie , mo’at” you say . “oel ngati kameie , y/n. i am very excited for you , and i know this is who you are meant to be.” she says back in return . You close your eyes , slowly letting go of the grip of lo’aks hands .

All you see is bright lights , and then you see her . God , she is beautiful . The great mother , the one you’ve always imagined .

Before you know it , you open your eyes again . You see Lo’ak looking over you , with a smile on his face . You pick up your hands , and see that you are blue . You are blue , with stripes and bioluminescent freckles . Lo’ak helps you up . You take a look around , hearing and smelling things you’ve never smelt before . Mo’at takes your hand in hers , “You are one of the people now .” She pulls you into a hug , and you let the happy tears flow . She releases you with a look of positivity , and you turn to Lo’ak . “still pretty ?” you ask with a smile . “as always.” he says . You complete the rest of your ceremony , socializing with your friends and the sully’s .

There was so much you had to complete to catch up with the other na’vi your age . Thankfully , you already had a head start on most things . The language ? check . Bow and arrow ? check . The only thing you really needed to do was get used to this new body , complete the dream hunt , and tame your ikran .

Days pass , and you got used to your na’vi body pretty quick . You completed your dreamhunt , which was rough to say the least . Today was the day for you to tame your ikran . You woke up early to get some more training in with lo’ak before . “How did i never notice you smelled so good?” you ask . “It’s your new nose , tanhì . everyone has a scent , yours is like lavender.” he says . Finally , the time has come . You are headed up to tame your ikran . “lo , im a little nervous .” you say . “don’t be , if anyone was meant for this , it’s you.” He smiles , kissing you on your forehead . You make your way through the flock of ikran , until one chooses you . She hisses at you , confirming she has chosen you . To everyone’s surprise , you didn’t struggle one bit . In just a couple swift movements , you had her mouth closed shut and you were on her back , making the bond . You reassured her , calming her down . “You must seal the bond with your first flight . You ready tanhì ? be strong .” You nod your head . Fly . you think . She takes off , and you were only unsteady for a couple of seconds . You got the hang of this pretty quick . Like lo’ak said , you were meant for this . Not far behind you , there he was . Flying with a big ass grin across his face .

You two are having the time of your lives . Flying around together , teasing each other , and you finally land . Disconnecting from your ikran , you walk over to him . “Lo , that was amazing !” you say in full excitement . “That’s how i felt my first time flying , walk with me ?” He holds out his his hand , encouraging you to take it . You walk to the tree of voices , where he has set out a blanket , and some fruits , and old movie player he got from his had , and more . “Lo , you’re so sweet ! what’s this for ?” “i just wanted to make it special for you” he says with a smile . You walk over to the tree , plugging in with your queue . It’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before . Communicating with the ancestors , them guiding you , it’s so surreal . It’s something you’ve always wanted , and finally experiencing it .

You disconnect your queue in absolute bliss , completely overwhelmed by what you’re experiencing . He holds you in his arms , happy to see you happy . You pull away from him , kissing his lips with such passion and intimacy . Placing your hands on the back of his head , holding him tightly . He moves his hands down to your waist , pulling you in even closer , even though two are practically sandwiched together . “What’s that smell ?” you ask . “You smell my pheromones , my horny pheromones .” he says . “WAIT , so every time we’ve been together , and i’ve been horny and never said anything , YOU KNEW??” you look at him in awe , and slight embarrassment . “basically , yeah .” he says with a giggle . “but don’t worry , it was cute.”

He pulls you back in to continue kissing . He picks you up and you wrap around his waist , which hasn’t gotten any more difficult for him considering your huge difference in size . He places you on the blanket he has set up behind you , placing kisses on your neck while trying to feel every inch of your body with his hands . He takes off your top , Massaging your tit , and putting his mouth in the other . He circles your nipple with his tongue , sucking and nibbling . You release a slight moan , and his ears perk up at the sound . “So wet for me already tanhì ? don’t forget that i can smell you .” he says with a giggle . He unties your loincloth , making sure to tease you by gently sliding his fingers across your thigh . He rubs your pussy with his hands , making sure to keep eye contact with you . He plunges his fingers into you once again , and surprisingly even though you have grown , it feels just as good . He groans as he feels you clench around him . It is taking the most insane amount of self control to not devour you and fuck you senseless right now . He curls hitting that spongy spot he knows how to hit perfectly , loving the sounds of your moans making his cock grow uncomfortably hard in his loincloth . He finger fucks you faster , making you whimper . The way your clenching around him let’s him know the knot in your stomach is growing . He was always able to make you succumb to him so easy , always in perfect tune with your body . Your moaning is louder , and with every moan , he grows harder . “uahh fuck lo! fuck- your gunna- make me cum already !” you scream out . “i know princess , it’s okay . let go for me okay ?” You do as he says , undoing yourself so quickly but that’s just the affect he has on you . You’re screaming his name , but honestly you wouldn’t care if anyone heard you . You’ve been waiting for this for so long .

You regain your breath , and sit up to look at him . “Let me please you , lo.” his tail wags in excitement . you lay him down , kissing him passionately while taking off this loincloth . Even tho you’ve seen his dick like 50 times , you wont ever get used to the size of his 13 inch cock . You spit on it seductively , stroking up and down with a firm grip . His eyes roll back in his head , and he was completely in a euphoric state . You place a kiss on his tip , slowly going down on him . You make sure to put pressure , which you know he loves , and every suck he lets out a staggered breath . You continue sucking him off , eventually taking his whole length which makes his body shake and he releases a loud moan . “Fuck tanhì . how’d you get so good at this ?” you smile back at him , and your tail swishes knowing you doing a good job for your first time . You continue doing this throating him every once in a while , and that makes him go crazy . He places his hand on your chin , lifting your head up , and says “your crazy good at that , but i don’t wanna cum just yet.”

He places you back down on your back . Kissing you and holding you tightly . “Lo , i want you . I want all of you . I’ve waited so long for this moment .” He smiles looking back at you , knowing this is what he wants too . “are you sure tanhì?” he looks at you to confirm . “Yes , im sure .” you respond smiling .

You lift your head up , pulling out your queue from underneath you , lo’ak pulls his from behind him . holding your hand , and you two connect . You both let out shaky moans , because now you can feel everything he feels . His memories , everything , you now have access to them . You lean in kissing him , remembering how much you loved this boy in front of you .

He lines up his top with your entrance , holding you tight as he pushes in . “You’re so wet tanhì , so good for me.” You let out loud shaky moans adjusting to his huge size . Eventually , he bottoms out . You’re pretty sure you can feel him inside your stomach . He starts out with a slow pace , allowing you to adjust to him . “Lo , you’re always so gentle with me . I need you . All of you.” and before you know it , he’s absolutely pounding into you , the pain is pleasurable . Even though you guys have never had sex before , he knows your body so so well . “aauh fuck lo’ak !!” You’re getting dizzy from the air exiting and entering your lungs so fast . “you like it like that ? you gunna be able to keep it up with me ?” He wraps his hand around your neck , suppressing your airway slightly . “fuck you feel so good baby.” he groans , feeling the knot grow in his own stomach . You cant even form a word , your so dick drunk right now you can’t even function , all you can feel is yet another orgasm coming along .

“FUCK LO , YOUR- YOUR GUNNA MAKE ME CUM!!” you scream out . “yeah tanhì ? how bad do you want it ?” he asks with a mischievous grin . “I need it lo- I need it so bad . Please lo! PLEASE let me cum!!” tears filling up in your eyes from the pleasure , and once again , you squirt all over him . The feeling sent lo’ak over the edge , spilling his seed and coating your walls white. He pulled out if you slowly , biting his lip as he watched his cum lose out of you . The sight of you a whimpering mess almost instantly makes him hard all over again.

He instructs you up to your hands and knees . “Lo ? i’ve only just finished-“ you attempt to say as he interrupts you . “You said you didn’t want me to be as gentle , that means your gunna have to keep up with me tanhì” he says with a smirk , immediately trusting into your overstimulated cunt already dripping with his cum . You let out out a loud moan , immediately getting dizzy again . “You’re so good for me , you’re gunna be strong for me yeah ? your good at that.” he says while leaving a handprint on your ass . The feeling has you whimper in pleasure . “Yes lo !! i’ll be so good for you!” you whimper back to him . He can feel you clenching tighter and tighter , indicating you’re so close to your next high . “hold it a little longer pretty girl , i’m not finished with you just yet.” so you comply . His strokes get harder and faster , absolutely testing your limits . You’re crying from pleasure at this point , until he finally grants you permission to release . You’re both moaning simultaneously , letting yourselves go in eachother . At this point , you were completely dick drunk and couldn’t take anymore . Lo’ak pulled out of you , disconnected his cue , and gave you a kiss on the forehead . “you okay tanhì?” he asks , completely out of breath and still processing this moment himself . you manage to make sense of a couple words , “never better.” You roll over , kissing him on the lips and snuggling up close . Once you both have come back to reality from the high you two were in , you explore everything else he has set up for you , the food , the flower petals , this was truly the best night ever with the love of your life . And thank god you mated with a man who knows when to be gentle , and when not to be .

I really hope you guys enjoyed this 🥹 . I love you all and cannot wait to publish more ! send recommendations , more fics in the works ❤️

@cherry-clitoris

#atwow smut #loak smut #loak x reader #atwow loak #atwow x reader #atwow x y/n #avatar #loak x y/n #atwow fanfiction

[kikitata2]

It is nearly 3 AM as I am writing this, so I do sincerely apologise for how deranged and unhinged I will be.

BUT OH MY FUCKING GOD. MY BRAIN CAN’T FUCKING HELP BUT BE SUPER OBSESSED WITH SHIPPING DREAM/MORPHEUS WITH JOHANNA CONSTANTINE.

I fucking can’t stop thinking about those two, like I swear to god the amount of chemistry these two have with each other is just making my mind go DHOWODHPHWIDHUIHDOWHOJIODHUSAHOSAXUIAHSDJDAOFHFEOJFJOJWEJOFWEJOJWFOJOFEJOEFJOOWDJWODEJOWOJDSADJOAO

I have important university work to do, and I genuinely need to get myself into a better sleeping schedule because god is it inconsistent af (like half of the time I will actually give myself a long night’s rest, and then the other half I’m just like kahedbkjeadasdojioasdijaidsojajod). But no, my fucking brain is just too busy thinking about the Morphanna ship to even think straight.

LIKE LOOK AT THESE TWO!!!!!!! WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!! AAAAAAAAAAJAEOIFJSFELJFAEKIHFKAHKAEHOFIAEFOIEAHFAEFIOAWHIDAWHIODWDOIHWADHOWDAOIHAWDHIODWAOHWADOIFHEAAHFIOAE

For god fucking rat’s furry ass sake I love these two way too much to the point where it’s just beyond feral and unhealthy.

Sorry I know I’m being melodramatic as fuck, but I just need to get this out of my system because it’s making my mind bubble up and shit.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #the sandman netflix #johanna constantine #morphanna #I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I CANT STOP OBSESSING OVER THESE TWO HELP #these two could step on me any day #lord morpheus #i seriously need help lmfao

[ajokeformur-ray]

Tw vent

My job doesn't give two shits about me as long as I turn up for my shifts, my professor knows about how demanding my job is but won't cut me any slack and my work knows how uni is and still keeps pushing for more... It's at the point that I have to schedule my showers just to make sure I have the time for it. I skip meals most of the time for the sake of saving 20-30 minutes, I'm sleeping well (7-8 hours a night) but already falling into my bad previous habits of cutting down my hours then just to get more studying done since my job takes so much of my time and energy that I have to get up at 2-3am to study before work, because once I'm home I'm too tired to do anything beyond showering and dinner before crawling into bed to rot, my room is a mess because I don't have the time to clean it, and I can't fucking remember comfort characters' voices because it's been months since I heard them and I'm just. Tired. Of always giving my best and all my energy and effort to my job but then when I get home, I'm too tired to even read fucking fanfics. I'm sick of this but it's not gonna change because I'm not able to change my job right now - quite frankly, I have enough to worry about and at least, as shitty as my job is, I know what I'm doing there.

And I'm trying to figure out how to accommodate work experience around everything else going on because it's looking like I'll have to balance my job with my degree and work experience. I've been so busy I've been grocery shopping online during my work breaks or I won't have time for it💀💀💀

I am just tired. But this is the life I signed up for, so I'm just trying to get myself through this bout of burnout while also not dropping any responsibilities, friendships or creative hobbies; because if I lose myself, then I am gonna be well and truly fucked.

I wish Arthur was here, so he and I could have a conversation. I miss him terribly. He's always guided me through the worst of it and I need him now, too. I can feel myself giving up on the future I've been working so hard for, and that fucking terrifies me.

I'd like a hug please and thank you. I was gonna write some comfort tonight but I'm too sad and heavy to, so I'm gonna sleep. Gotta be up at 3 to study before work... It's easier to do it before work, though I'm sick of dragging myself out of bed in the middle of every night, but in the circumstances it works well for me.

I'm not gonna quit anything, to be clear, but during nights like this, it's all I think about. I'll feel better in the morning.❤️

[4dtk]

one bed trope w/ gojo. ofc i’m coming back writing about gojo 😇. 2.6k

“it’s only the first flight and i’m already dying.” gojo is anywhere but dying, obviously being his dramatic self in the connecting flights for the mission you both were sent on. “the flight schedule is messing with my beauty sleep too, eugh.” and with each passing moment, you realise how wrong your words of ‘oh, it can’t be that bad‘ were. nanami and shoko simply scoffed at your statement.

“you should take ‘beauty’ out of it.” you groaned. having stepped down from endlessly exorcising curses a year ago, you were in search of something to fill your time. you liked exorcising and banishing curses, sure, but you weren’t getting any younger.

getting news of your (somewhat) retirement, gakuganji had called you into a meeting to suggest that you start teaching opting right for tokyo since you had a familiarity of the capital. surely you made the right choice when an attractive man picked you up from the train station with a teenager beside him. jesus christ, how wrong you were.

that was the first time meeting gojo satoru (as well as his grumpy mentee, megumi). it was easy to get taken aback, surprised, flustered by his obvious sharp features that it made your heart skip a beat to see him greet you.

it’s been a year since then — meeting his students, helping out in missions, bringing the kids along on excursions — time passing by rapidly to the point where you’re surprised when the first-years surprise you with a birthday cake. as much as you’re trying to think of your students, none of that compares to the growing headache that was forming at the moment in contrast to your heart.

“oh, sweet (y/n), you wound me,” gojo’s face is so fucking close to yours as his annoying grin is on his face. his voice suddenly lowers, and you swallow, “c’mon, the gate’s going to open soon, we better get to queuing.”

the nervousness fades away as your lips quirk up in a little smile, seeing him roll both your luggages. he isn’t on time most of the time, but he’s trying. gojo tries.

but sometimes he doesn’t try enough — tired, fatigued, sweaty even from the trip, you’re staring in disbelief in the single bed of the hotel room. you hate that your heart pounds in your chest.

“what do you mean we’re sleeping in the same damn bed?”

“well– i tried! i called reception and asked for two beds and when they said they were fully booked for the weekend i–”

“you just accepted it.” you raise an eyebrow, your tote bag feeling much heavier from the unfortunate situation. “why couldn’t you just find another hotel, gojo?”

“in my defense, this one was like, the cheapest,” gojo said with a grin, not flinching one bit when you toss a pillow at his barrier with a disgruntled exclamation. 

“hey, c’mon, i mean, this could be a good bonding session! we can stay up and talk about the kids or even the crippling state of the world, get to know each other better– wait, what are you doing?”

you barely looked at him, “setting up camp on the floor, the hell do you think i’m doing?” fearful that he was going to see how much you were shivering. even if the AC wasn’t on, the late hours of japan can be pretty brutal in the winter season — gojo would shamelessly suggest you cuddle, and even as a joke, you aren’t sure whether your heart could handle it.

because how much time would gojo have for you? time is barely in gojo satoru’s schedule whose endless job is to extinguish curses like clockwork. how much more people would he be willing to let in only to be betrayed? even you weren’t up for it. 

gojo was someone untouchable, both literally and figuratively, and you aren’t sure if you can pick up his broken pieces without bleeding. 

“you take the bed, i’ll take the floor.” he suggests after you’ve set up the blankets on the floor, voice uncharacteristically quiet. not wanting to argue more since you’re both worn out from the long flights (why he didn’t just teleport was beyond you), and desperately want some shuteye, you agree as quietly before having a quick shower.

settling into bed, you cringe just a little watching gojo and his long body get comfortable on the floor that you almost feel sorry for him.

“you know,” you gulp (fuck, one time couldn’t hurt, right?), “you don’t have to sleep on the floor.”

“no, nevermind, it’s fine, just–” a yawn cuts off his sentence, eyes finding yours in the dark room that are already staring at him.

“you’re going to freeze to death on the floor.”

“nothing like a hypothermic death!” paired with a thumbs-up, the special grade sorcerer quips and you resist the urge to giggle.

“gojo.” your voice is firm, reprimanding him for his humour yet not fully committing to it. how would someone even be able to smile after all the shit he’s been through? “just… come here, please.”

yes, gojo hardly feels tired from the reversed cursed technique he runs, but somehow your voice and presence make him feel sleepy, safe to a certain extent. he wants to be half-awake, listening to your voice complain about the laundry or staring sleepily through his lashes at the drool escaping your mouth.

gojo wants—

he swallows. is that why his hands are so clammy after you touch his arm gently and his head spins when you unexpectedly laugh at his joke and his breath halts when you train with the kids and his cheeks hurt when he thinks about you? is that why he has infinity switched off? is that why—

a shaky breath escapes him, snapping out of his daze when you call his name a little louder. there’s already a pillow barrier that you set up in his distracted state, sporting a cute smile at your work. 

“okay, so this is my sleeping space, and that’s yours. don’t invade it.” you pat the wall of pillows, giving the other a brief nod before facing away from the man. while you’d like to enjoy the moment, you still had a curse to get rid of, and you’d like to do it without being sleep-deprived. gojo, of course, had other plans.

“was that a dirty dancing reference?” you roll your eyes.

“yes. go to sleep, idiot.”

“when have i ever listened to you?” gojo laughs, a genuine laugh that you hardly hear that it prompts you to turn around. he’s already looking at you.

“good point.” your voice trails off softly, seeing less of a happy-go-lucky man, and a tired boy with bags under his eyes and messy hair. you match gojo’s position, propping your head up with an elbow.

“you should sleep, really. i heard from shoko that you hardly do.”

he simply shrugs, “i’m used to it. being sensitive to noises, i’ve always been a light sleeper. and what more so with always getting unexpected calls in the middle of the night. it’s difficult to get a good night’s sleep.”

“well, we are in a hotel. maybe the bed’s better than yours? or maybe not, since you said this was the cheapest option.”

when tired, you realise how gojo is silent more often, taking in words with a dazed expression and almost drunken stupor. you find it cute.

he laughs at your joke, sinking into the sheets that you have to peek over the wall of pillows. it’s such a soft laugh that you strain to hear it, but it’s there, just like the soft expression gojo has on his face.

the expression — eyes have never looked more dull with a hint of a sparkle, like it was reserved only for you. lips parted ever so slightly, and cracked without his usual chapstick and from the cold weather. unkempt hair, already sticking out of everywhere before dawn.

heart that has never beaten this fast until now. but, you didn’t need to know that.

“i really do hope my students are able to surpass me one day.” gojo says it, blank eyes boring into the ceiling.

reaching over, you make contact with his shoulder, “you’re training them well, of course they will. they’re talented, too.”

“although your methods are a little crazy,” gojo smiles, a rare one, before turning to you, “i fully believe they’ll be able to reset the jujutsu world.”

“government.”

you giggle with a yawn, “right, sorry, government.” you hardly can make out his figure in the dark room, but even then you can’t pull away from the magnetic pull of his eyes.

it falls silent with a hint of tension, the room filled with nothing but the rustling of sheets and breaths from your mouths. before gojo can muster the courage to say anything, though, you give him a meek and forced smile as your body turns away from him, missing the frown that appears on his face.

“goodnight, satoru.” that is the extent of your feelings, the extent that you were going to reveal. anything more and you’d be embarrassing yourself, only managing a deep sigh and a simple wish of being the one to let gojo’s walls down.

he bids you goodnight reluctantly, voice dropping to a mumble before sleep overtakes him, faster than it ever has when he’s alone.

by dawn, gojo already stirs from routine, both used to the chilly wind of 6am and the birds starting their day. frankly, he hated every part of it, already prepared to start washing up when he realised the top half of the pillow barrier had been messed up. 

it’s almost comical, how your body laid diagonally as your cross into gojo’s sleeping space, but what warrants the sorcerer’s unrelenting stare was how your hand had rested atop his.

as cheesy as it was, it felt like a perfect fit, closing his fingers around yours with shaky breaths as he took in your freezing skin. the other hand travels lightly over your cheek, the gesture making you scrunch up your features from the coldness.

“so pretty, and you don’t even need the morning light,” gojo mutters to no one, a soft smile gracing his face before he sees your shivering state. and with each pillow that he yanks away, he thinks that he’s finally ready to let someone in.

a someone that pining for isn’t just enough, who makes his brain fuzzy and heart flutter even if you were bantering with him. it’s not going to come instantly, that safeness he so longs for, but he wants to try.

gojo’s trying. he tries.

“will you be my saving grace?” he asks no one, again, hoping that your lips would mumble something but all that comes out are incoherent babbles. nevertheless, gojo smiles.

he smiles at the things that start to make sense, how you’d sit up straighter when he enters a room, the random gifts of candy left on his desk, how your conversations with shoko always cut short whenever he bursts through the door.

he pulls you closer and into his chest, savouring the slowly brightening sky and the birds that aren’t so annoying after all, holding you like you could break at any moment. gojo keeps your hand in his and swallows his pride, lips making contact with the cold skin of your forehead.

“good morning, (y/n).” 6am never felt so far away.

mornings had never been your strong suit — the squinting, the grogginess, the inability to get out of bed — just like gojo, you despised it. you had an excuse now, though, because you only wouldn’t get out of bed, but you couldn’t either.

you were pressed up against something living, a shirt that smells of vanilla and confectionery. stilling your breaths and tilting your head upwards, you chance upon the image of gojo sleeping peacefully, like an angel with a small smile on his face.

the morning complements him perfectly, living up to his name as a god while you felt like a mere commoner. hand tightening around yours, he whispers your name like he’s said it a thousand times before.

yes, your heart feels like it could burst out of your chest at the moment, but you’re also savouring each and every second before the magic of the morning is gone. you’re holding your breath, you’re ghosting your fingertips along his face, you cannot believe he is real.

“satoru?”

“hnn– hm?” your breath catches in your throat, you’re ready for him to push away from you. gojo moves his head down to meet your eyes, and his smile is better than any sunrise, any sunset, even twilight, “hey.”

“hi,” you reply quietly as you take another leap and cup his cheek, mouth parting when he closes his eyes and leans into it. “good morning, satoru.”

“morning, pretty.” and you feel like you could die, but there is still a curse waiting to be exorcised. “did you sleep well?”

you like this gojo, quiet and reserved, sleepy, raspy. but then again, you also like the obnoxiously loud and cocky gojo, the gojo who strives to overthrow the jujutsu government (he calls it that and has done it ever since you giggled at the joke).

“feel like i should be asking the question, since your bed is probably more expensive than this one,” the other chuckles at the quip, and again, afraid of the fragility of the moment, moves slowly to press a kiss on your forehead.

there’s no words exchanged for such a tender moment, there’s no need to — except for satoru asking if it’s okay to kiss you, failing to hide the grin when you nod.

they feel like everything you’ve thought about, soft, plush, experienced. you smile into the kiss, hand leaving his to encircle his shoulders. you’re more eager than you expected to be, skin prickling and head spinning from the possibility of requited feelings.

gojo has no qualms about pressing you into the mattress, tightening his embrace and deepening the kiss easily. he holds you to make up for every time that he hasn’t and you kiss him like it’s the end of the world. 

“so, i’m guessing you like me?” satoru jokes, breathlessly, supporting his weight with his elbows. he looks so ethereal from his angle, hovering over you and asking a stupid question like hadn’t just made out.

you’re elated, delighted even that you’re trying not to smile too hard. leaning up, you peck his lips gently, “tons. i like you, a lot, gojo satoru.”

gojo laughs (could be the most genuine one you’ve heard in a while) like he just won the lottery before he tackles you into the sheets again, lips enclosing yours in another heated kiss that he never wants to pull away from.

“can’t believe it took a stupid single bed trope for us to admit our feelings,” you mumbled against his lips in the middle of kisses, heart jumping when a hand squeezes your side.

“i mean, there is the inevitable death we’ll experience as jujutsu sorcerers, but i won’t mind counting down the days till we die.”

you push him away with a laugh to admire him just a moment longer, “god! you’re so cheesy. a little grotesque, but…”

like this morning and the next, nothing would ever stop threats from appearing, curses from manifesting. on the flip side, there will always be people to support you — friends, family, gojo, who’s already been added to the list of things to live for. that list is tucked away snugly in your head, getting a dull ache of protectiveness and fondness whenever you look at the sorcerer.

running a hand through his stark white hair, you take in his beauty one last time while he does the same, “and unfortunately for me, i like the cheesiness.” 

“yeah? and i like you,” gojo doesn’t waste any time telling you again until you know it in your heart and bones, hoping that every kiss and touch would translate into everything that he couldn’t say about you before.

SLAYYY! also i know i haven’t posted in ages but i would appreciate some love and reblogs on this post since i’ve recently come back to write <3 i’m currently writing a gojo smut so... 🫶🏼 keep an eye out hehe

#pls tell me which divider you like more <3 #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo scenario #gojo imagine #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru scenario #gojo drabbles #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x you #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut

[basicbatboys]

Request #32 Part 3

I think I need a title for this story! A part 4 is surely in order. Thank you to the random soul who requested this, I'm sorry I've turned it into a monster.

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 4

It had been three years since you last saw Jason Todd. You saw Red Hood everywhere though, he was always all over the news, ripping you new wounds and rubbing salt in the old ones. 

You missed him. It was as simple as that and still so much more complicated. You missed every inch of him, the way he laughed and breathed, the scars on his hands, his eyes, scattered freckles, scattered thoughts- you even missed the way he was yelling at you that last day. 

You had been through almost all the stages of grief. Therapy helped get you to the first stage about two years ago. You fought your poor therapist on many occasions as you battled with denial, swearing up and down that he would come back and things would be the same. Next came the anger and if your therapist had thought denial was bad, she had a bigger storm coming. Bargaining was the easiest. You tried to contact him, but he wouldn’t answer. You can’t beg a brick wall to hold you again. 

Right now, you were teetering on the edge of depression about to slip and fall into the warm bed of acceptance. Some days, you could feel relief spreading like vines, ready to pull you into the grave you dug. Some days, the grave was miles away and you couldn’t bear to stand up and search for it. 

Today was one of those days. 

You woke up that day at 7pm, and your sleep schedule was totally fucked and beyond recognition. Somedays you slept upwards of 14 hours, some days you didn’t sleep at all. 

You pulled yourself from bed and walked into the living space, pausing to look around.

You stood in the wreckage of that day, all those months ago. Everything was exactly the same. You hadn’t even picked up the chair he knocked over, not even on your best day. It was your only reminder that he had been real, that he had been here once. You couldn’t stand to change that yet. 

Your therapist said you were having such a hard time because Jason was the only person who listened to you and made you feel heard. You weren’t just going through a breakup, you were going through the death of your humanity. 

By all means you should have gone and killed everyone in the city. Old you would have, but you had a terrible need to prove him wrong.

“You are not a person. Not to me.”

You were a person. You had a favorite color and a favorite flower. You held stuffed animals at night, and you noticed cracks in the sidewalk and avoided them. You counted steps as you climbed them. 

That made you a person, didn’t it? These little things, they all added up to consciousness and that had to count for something. 

You stood in your kitchen and made yourself a coffee, holding yourself and resting against the counter as it brewed. The sounds of the city poured through your open window. Sirens, screaming, gunshots, a loud clang. 

You looked up, alarmed. 

Something else had poured through your open window. 

Before you stood the biggest man you had ever seen in your life. He stood up from the ground slowly and pointed a finger at you. 

“Havoc.” He bellowed. “My boss wants to meet you.”

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You couldn’t remember the last three hours. At least you felt like it had been three hours, it could’ve been days as far as you were aware.

You were starting to piece things together, to gain consciousness when someone came in making a sound like a stick being dragged along a metal fence. 

As the person came into focus you immediately recognized the Joker, dragging a crowbar along the bars of jail cells. You looked around, realizing you were in a jail cell and as you tried to move you also realized you were tied to a chair. 

Fuck. 

“My little tornado, how I’ve missed your messes.” The Joker spoke. You winced as his voice came out, gravelly and terribly hoarse. 

He came closer until he stood in front of your cell. 

“My, my, my.” He tsked, holding his hands behind his back. “Aren’t you just so hard to track down?” He laughed. You frowned. 

“See, my dear, we’ve got a little problem.” He pulled the crowbar from behind his back and began to tap it into his hand as he paced back and forth. 

“You ruffled that little birdy’s feathers something awful, didn’t you? Trust me, I loved watching it.”

He froze. “Until I didn’t.”

You began to struggle in your chair again, trying anything to loosen the ropes that were laced around every appendage. It was hopeless but you couldn’t die here like this. 

The Joker laughed again, “No! No, I didn’t love it anymore when that silly little boy began to play a new game! The violence, the violence!” He screamed. 

His voice echoed off the walls and you shivered. You were frozen in fear, unsure of what to do or how to save yourself from this. Was this it for you? Were you destined to be another notch on the Joker’s pistol?

“Once the Red Hood lost his leash, the doggy started running around the city killing my men in droves. So, what’s the logical answer, hm? Let’s put our heads together now, dear, let’s put them together and imagine we are logical and can think of a solution to this problem. Hm, hm, hm.”

He put his hand on his chin and pretended to think for a moment, his foot tapping and his head bobbing from side to side.

You thought too, but not of a solution to the Joker’s latest ‘joke’. You thought about what he was saying. Jason had been more violent? He missed you? He cared? You forgot, for a brief beautiful moment about the situation you were in until-

“Ah! An idea!” He stuck up a finger and a sick grin spread across his face. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to remind him who the real top dog is!” He clapped his hands together, the crowbar making a metallic cling as it hit his hand. 

“Yes, let’s remind him. And to remind him, I’ll go ahead and dispose of the only thing he cares about.”

He took the crowbar and pointed it out, spinning around quickly and then slowly until he finally came to a stop. “You.”

#dc fanfic #x reader #fanfic #jason todd #angst #jason todd x reader

[lepusrufus]

I'm starved for theories and hcs and analysis of the blorbos so fine, I'll do it myself. Have some random gritty edgy hcs of Sombra because I'm bored and want to bug my followers with the brainrot

Sombra is a lot less prone to violence than most of Talon, but she also looks extremely apathetic to it on a surface level. She's been scouring and has seen the deepest, most fucked up and disgusting corners the internet has to offer. She's so desensitized to it all that sometimes even she has to take a step back and wonder what the fuck is wrong with her. Sometimes she ends up in deep rabbit holes without even meaning to, just because she can, but suddenly she's trying to find the source of a website selling the shadiest most unsafe spine implants and will need to get up and grab a coffee. (Maybe take Moira's example and steal some of her Irish coffee)

Being the one committing violent crimes is a bit of a different can of worms. Sombra is not usually a field agent and even when she is, that implies mostly staying hidden somewhere away from the fight and taking care of any security that could get in their way. Sure, the gun is there and she'll use it if needed, but she'd rather not.

In a similar vein, she has a very odd way of showing compassion (and has a particular soft spot for young kids in shitty situations). Sombra would find the most disgusting thing hidden somewhere on the web and bury herself neck deep in it to get rid of whoever is responsible. She'll get out of it without as much as a metaphorical scrap, sure, but there's only so many times she can pull this off without it getting to her.

The Implants in her head pretty much connect her brain to the whole wide internet. She's not concerned about anyone compromising her through it, with all the meticulously thought out security she put in place, but it still has its side effects. Sure, she has access to any and all data at any time, but with the amount of misleading and contradictory information you can find even through the simplest google search, she has to always be careful what she picks as true or false, to the point where she sometimes doubts even the simplest little facts. At least she got really good at recognizing lies.

Having any and all information at her fingertips is both a blessing and a curse. She can know anything on anyone in a matter of seconds but on the flip side she rarely gets to truly come in contact with the world if not through a pink tinted screen. She gets wrapped in her own head around motives and data and the inner workings of everything that she sometimes forgets that people are, at the end of the day, people and they will sometimes be unpredictable just because. It made her a bit of a paranoid mess throughout the years and despide how well she can hide it, constantly being on the lookout for something is beyond exhausting.

The implants on her spine are old. They're still very much functioning as they should be, but the one person that did them had died years ago and, without being able to do any tinkering on her own back by herself, Sombra didn't have any major parts of it replaced or updated like the rest of her tech. The knowledge that one day it's bound to malfunction and she'll be left to scramble for a way to fix it looms over her every single time she puts a little too much strain on the mechanical parts of her body and feels a little warning tingle of electricity running down her spine.

Less related to any body modifications, but i think we can all agree that she has the most fucked up sleep schedule in the universe. Sometimes she'll sleep for 12 hours straight. Sometimes she won't sleep for 3 days. Whether it's because she's working on something important or because sleep simply seems to elude her matters little, she'll still be holed up in her bedroom with a few screens floating around her and a pair of headphones blasting too loud music.

#*throws this at you* #have some blorbo thoughts #my love for taking the seemingly carefree character and making them kinda tragic will never die thanks for asking #sombra overwatch #bc i miss writing a bunch of hcs

[voidscarredadjudicator]

Anyways it's 3 am and I have work tomorrow. Clearly this is the perfect time to ramble about one of my favorite bands.

You've heard of fanfiction. You've heard of podfics. But have you ever heard of just straight up making two whole ass fucking albums of genuinely good rock opera ballads that stand on their own two feet as quality music that's all just very thinly veiled Mega Man grimdark AU fanfiction?

You have now.

These guys are The Protomen. You might've heard of them. You might've not. The point though is that they're rad as hell, and a genuine inspiration. I'm not sure about anyone's individual backstories, but they've been together as a group since at least 2005, and from then 'til this very day they've been working on this Mega Man AU of theirs in the form of song, with two major acts/albums out and a third one that's been in the works for years (with a single having dropped sometime last year).

"Gee Void," I hear you think, "This sounds incredibly cheesy! Also what's the status of Act II of Humanity's Endling?"

Yeah, and? Still kicks ass. Also see previous ask response.

Anyways, these guys go above and beyond a simple fan project. They've done tours, collabs, and even made a music video that's more akin to a short film - which is where my profile picture comes from, actually.

The best part about all of this though is that you honestly don't even need to be a fan of Mega Man whatsoever to be a fan of The Protomen, since so much has been changed around that it's entirely it's own continuity. I can personally attest to this, as I've been listening to these guys since at least 2015 and I've only just played my first Mega Man game earlier this year. The best way I could describe it is if somebody made a film adaptation of the Mega Man games in the 80's that doesn't quite get the story 1:1, except they actually tried to make the new story good in it's own right.

Act I, just called 'The Protomen', has a lot more of a grungy garage band sound, while Act II: The Father Of Death does this really cool thing where the first half of the album is western and it slowly transitions to 80's rock as the album goes on to signify the passing of time & advancement of technology in the story. Act II is a prequel, so you can listen to either album first.

You can probably guess where I got the inspiration to name the parts of Humanity's Endling 'acts' from. Well, this and a different band that also does the same thing with their music, but that's a different ramble post for another day.

Regardless, I won't spoil the story, so if you're gonna listen, I'd also recommend having the lyrics pulled up on the side as there's some extra lyric notes to read for some songs that give further story/context to the songs that are playing beyond just what the words are saying.

This isn't music I'd recommend just playing in the background while you're doing something else - set aside some time, about an hour and a half, to just listen and take it in. Treat it like you would a fanfiction. Of course, music tastes are subjective, so if it's not your thing, I understand.

But if you're still not convinced, here's a link to what is unequivocally their best song:

It's just over four minutes; give it a listen if you've got the time.

That's it from me. I should get to bed. This post took an hour to make. My sleep schedule is still in shambles.

Good thing I'm a closer! 🙃

#The Adjudicator has spoken. #“hey void you've mentioned mega man before in that weird ass crossover ttrpg you're apparently running” #“is this related to that” #yes. #yes it is. #if you can't handle me at my human-in-splatoon fanfic then you don't deserve me at my protomen!mega man x project moon crossover AU #proto man is so cool he's just like me fr #Youtube

[yooniesim]

I REALLY don't want to come off as mean because I understand what it's like to struggle financially and the stress that puts you under, but I really really think it'd be for the best if you stopped using curseforge, Ceci.

Please do early access if you must! We get that it's not a matter of greed but rather a matter of survival, but please please use the means less damaging to others while keeping yourself healthy. Sims politics is nothing compared to a genocide. I hope you think about it, and I hope you can meditate on this choice. My thoughts are with you and your family 💜

Thank you for this kind comment, nonny! 💜

Honestly, I have considered it. Having a paywall is the last thing I want to do, but after living under this much financial strain for around a year now... well, it's weighing on me. As is using curseforge in the first place. I'll be honest- this month, I'll get $50 from cf. For the whole month. Sometimes it's more if I have points leftover from the previous month (so like $100 in one month), but usually that's the average. Having to use it for such (relatively) little money and dealing with the guilt of using it and the hate that results is pretty damn tough, I'll tell you that much. Like, curseforge fucking sucks and even beyond the boycott I resent the hell out of it at this point. I literally hate it and want to delete it so bad but it's the reason I was even able to even buy my meds this month. I've been working on making my patreon have better benefits without having an actual paywall, and some amazing people have kindly donated, but the amount per month varies so much it's tough to rely on. I'm really getting to be at a loss of what to do at this point. I've been exploring every other possible avenue of extra money I can that fits with my current job schedule, I do other freelance work online on top of that and cc making, and sell any stuff I have left from my collecting days. But I'm still in the red every month and it fucking sucks man. And then to come on here and have people say you love/support genocide, while researching and finding out even more about how Overwolf fucking sucks and trying to figure out how to help the boycott, then people just straight up lie about what you said so others will gossip about you publicly like middle schoolers- it's seriously awful all around. Sorry to vent at you nonny, but it's honestly depressing.

I'm on the verge of just saying fuck it, but the truth is, I'm scared to. The bottom line is that I can't function without my meds, and no one here on tumblr is gonna be with me irl to help me or pick my ass up, you know what I mean? When I log off here, simblr doesn't matter, I'm the one that deals with my own life and any negatives of that. And no matter what I do online or irl activism wise, I have this shit haunting me in the back of my mind. It feels like selling your damn soul for 50 fucking dollars, man. And how pathetic is that, you know? I guess it probably sounds like a simple choice to everyone else, but it isn't. I'm still deciding what to do and hoping, praying, that a few opportunities I'm trying to get irl yield some results. Cos like, even with CF, I'm kinda screwed either way at this point lol. I don't know. What does it even matter, right? I'll consider the early access option, but it's more probable I just quit CF and not do any paywall/CC making in general before that happens. I think if I did early access all my want to be a cc creator would suck out of my body even more than it is now. And boy has it fucking waned ever since I started posting on CF. I don't know. It's literally midnight and I think I need to sleep on it- I was supposed to already be asleep, but I saw your ask and had to answer it, oops. Sorry to ramble, nonny. Thanks again for the ask and being understanding 💜

#asks #ceci speaks #anonymous #negative #on my part not yours #highkey depressing sorry lol #hopefully ill have a better plan tomorrow/the next few days

[clatoera]

Always Remember We’re Burned for Better Chapter 6: Everybody’s Watching To See The Fallout

...hey guys. Sorry this is so late. I have been working 18 hour days all week, trying to gather skills, experiences, and make a strong impression on my preceptors.  I’m in my dream rotation right now and essentially being an utter gunner LMAO. 

I only have two more weeks of being unreliable though, and then i’ll be back to regular scheduled posting. 

AO3

Masterpost of 1-5

Title from Eyes Open (t swift), because of COURSE for the 74th games I had to use a song from the movie!

Extra love to @ms1818 and @ohhowwehavefallen as usual, who have listened to me scream cry throw up and ask “Does cato seem like he likes clove” 18 times week. 

This is one of my weaker chapters, I know that, but ya girl is a tired little girl (25 year old adult woman)

“So…what are we supposed to say to them?” Comes in a harsh whisper from Clove, from where she and Cato hid just beyond the door frame in one of the extra bedrooms of the district two floor. “We’re not technically their mentors right?”

“You’re supposed to be learning how to mentor, yes, and hiding in the spare room isn’t helping.” Enobaria hisses, grabbing both Clove and Cato by their upper arms and pulling them with her. “You’re at the very least going to watch and learn.”

“To be fair, I was here last year.” Cato mumbles as Enobaria pulls them into the open and empty center room.

“Yeah, and I had to tell you that you weren’t allowed to fuck your tribute girl, so you aren’t off to a shining start, Cato.” Enobaria shoves them both down on the circular couch, standing before them with hands on her hips and a disapproving look etched across her face. “Wasn’t this your life long goal? And you don’t even know how to talk to your tributes? You TRAINED with these two, weren’t they your friends?”

“I didn’t have any friends.” Clove reminds, leaning Into Cato’s side for no other reason than to irritate Enobaira. “Unless you count him.”

“Oh we’re just friends?” Cato teases, pinching the skin of her hip before he tugs her nearly into his lap. “That’s now what I thought on the way here when you were begging me to–”

“Shut it.” Clove’s eyes roll, but  Enobaria buries her fingers into her temples at the way they incessantly flirt with one another.

“Dumb. Dumber. Not the time. You two are not here together. You’re here to mentor. To gather the sponsors. To do the things necessary to ensure more victors. In fact, you two shouldn’t even be sleeping in the same–”

“Absolutely not.” Clove snipped, pulling her feet up onto the couch with her, tucking herself closer to Cato. “That’s not happening, next instruction please, Enobaria.”

She tosses the remote to the large screen at them with more force than strictly necessary. “First step. Your tributes are down there getting prepped for the parade. You two watch the reapings. You take notes. Potential allies. Potential threats. Write down who you want, contact their mentors”

“It’s always two and one. The most we’d add is four.” Cato catches the pen that Enobaria tosses at them next, the small pad of paper for notes hitting him solidly in the chest. “We’ll talk to Glimmer and Marvel tomorrow, we’ll arrange it, it’ll be fine.”

“Then watch for entertainment, I don’t care. It’s part of your job now.” Enobaria turns to walk away, but stops herself and narrows her gaze at the two. “And I do mean watch.”

Cato and Clove find watching the reapings brings out a competitive side they had shoved down for the last year.

Clove’s been shifted off his lap at some point, and sits crossed legged with various pieces of papers scattered around on her knees and thighs. Cato keeps a running list of Yes, No, Maybe, Absolutely not, Dies in the blood bath, or “Does that even count as a tribute.”

“Do all those girls in one look the same?” Clove comments before she writes the very district one style name on their little list, noting specifically how she seemed already that she’d end up taking a pretty-girl angle. She scribbles something next to her name as she watches her so proudly ascend the stage as a volunteer. Cato cranes over to see that it simply reads “Dumb”, before he reads the “Unremarkable” next to the boy’s name.

“We have to have a win from two, obviously. Assert our dominance over Glimmer and Marvel as mentors.” She decides as their own district reaping replay happens, nothing they needed to note there, considering they grew up with these kids.

“Babe, do you really think Glimmer cares that much? Last year her boy died and she literally said ‘aww…sad.’ before she went back to talking about you.” Cato crumples a piece of paper and tosses it across the room when he is unhappy with the options from three. “I think it’ll be our boy this year. He was always pretty good.”

“It certainly isn't going to be four.” Clove points her pen towards the screen as a twelve year old with curly hair is pulled for their male tribute. “Do we have to ally with them? They’re not going to add anything…” She gives a single nod of approval as the girl is called up. Probably 15, but looks on the stronger end. “The girl might be useful. We can’t pick one over the other though, huh?”

“Finnick has to know the kid has no shot. We’ll play nice.” Cato shrugs, adding the girl to the yes list. “Maybe he’ll go out at the cornucopia anyway.”

As four to 11 pass, they continually add to the no list, barely bothering to pay attention anymore.  

“You ready not to be the shiniest thing in Panem anymore?” Cato teases, pulling Clove back to his lap, arms loosely threading around her waist as he kisses her cheek. “Sent to the backburner of victors past..” His lips find her jawline, hands deftly twisting her so her body faces him.

“You think they’re going to ever let us live in peace?” Clove taunts back, wrapping her forearms gently around his shoulders, fingers toying gently with the hair at the base of his neck. “New victor or not, we’re still who everyone wants.” She leans her neck back, shivering as his lips trace the sensitive skin there. “I actually..I kind of look forward to it.”

Cato pulls away, eyebrow cocked at his girlfriend, looking her up and down rapidly. “Since when do you want less attention?”

“I’m tired of talking about my mom…about Enobaria.. talking about us. There are just some things I want us to keep for ourselves.” Clove had become a little more aware than ever exactly how much her life would have changed had her mother won, and she isn’t sure she would have liked who she became had she been raised in the eyes of the Capitol. It can’t be great to be a kid in that light, with constant cameras on you, being paraded around the country like an accessory to a successful parent.

“We can come out every year for the games, but we can just live our lives.” Clove sighs, strumming her thumb over his cheekbone, pressing her forehead to his. “I never thought much about what life would be like after winning. It would be great.. But I honestly cannot believe how nice it sounds to just go back home, train kids at the academy… have Enobaria and Brutus just let themselves in for breakfast every week.”

“You’ve gone soft,” Cato pulls her closer, the edge in his voice somehow teasing but also..almost longing. Cato had been far more open about his simple desires for his life after the games in the past year, but she hadn’t verbalized such similar desires until now. It wasn’t soft, no, it was just growth.

“I wouldn’t go that far, I’ll still beat those training kids into the floor.” Clove leans in at the exact moment a heart-wrenching screech fills the room from the reaping playback on the television.

The girl on the screen is frantic, pulling a tiny blonde thing into a hug before being led forward to the destitute district twelve stage.

“Did that girl just–” Clove cranes her head, watching as the twelve girls ascend the stage with her head held high. Not in pride, like a career would, but in a way that she does not falter in tears like so many tributes do.

“From twelve? She must have a death wish.” Cato scoffs, trying to pull Clove’s attention back to him with a squeeze of her thigh. “She’ll be dead in the first ten minutes.”

Though the escort continues talking, Clove can’t drag her attention away when she hears the name, and how she shares it with the young girl who was just called.

“She did it for her little sister…” Sure, Clove may not understand the type of familial love, but it’s still unusual to see someone so willing to die for their sibling.

“Siblings get reaped all the time, what good is there when one dies over the other?” He shakes his head, knowing full well that while he would have done it for his own baby sister, had that been at all possible or necessary. He has much more likelihood of survival than anyone else, for one. Besides, he couldn’t volunteer in her place anyway.

“Exactly… There's something about her. She’s going to be trouble, Cato.” Clove warns, eyes tracking the girl as she walks across the stage. “I’d have done it for Cora, but I would win.” She’d have done it anyway, winning or not, and that's not even her sister, but that isn’t the point. “You don’t do that unless you have a chance.”

“She won’t make it a day.” Cato disagreed, leaning back full on the couch, pulling her fully on top of him as he does so. He tucks his chin against the top of her dark hair, fingers drumming lightly on her lower back.

A little blonde boy takes the stage next to her, practically the same size as this Katniss Everdeen. Peeta.

“Is that one named after bread?”

“And they say district one has bad names.”

Clove laughs into chest, forgetting any concern over the volunteer from twelve.

-

A glass vase shatters against the window as soon as that final, aggravating score is announced, grabbed and released from Cato’s hand as he starts moving towards their current tributes.

“Are you fucking with me?” Comes from him, as he wraps his hand around their boy’s throat, single handedly pinning him to the wall.

“You two idiots have no fucking idea how she got an Eleven?”  Comes from her, as she grabs her girl by the hair and tugs her neck back sharply, earning a whimper from her ex classmate.

“HEY, Hands off the tributes.” Brutus insists, tugging Cato back at the same time Enobaria pries clove off the girl.

“You two are going to get yourselves fucking killed by that girl from 12. You’re going to lose. To Twelve.” Cato snarls, thrashing his shoulders to get out of Brutus’ grasp, freeing an arm just enough to grab the boy by his shirt. “You’ll be an embarrassment to two. Couldn’t even figure out her skill, which, clearly she has a lot of.”

“What did she do in training? Is she fast, is she smart, what did she do all week?” Clove breaks free from Enobaria, but does not put her hands back on the girl.

“I-I don’t know-” She stammers, violently shaking her head  and trying to back away from her mentor, before tripping and falling to the floor.  “She didn’t show anything–”

“She had to have shown something!”  Cato growls, directing back to his boy. “Clove knew when she saw her volunteer she was trouble, and you ignored  the biggest rule, of scoping out your competition.” Cato practically throws him away by the shirt, tossing the boy to the floor beside his partner.

“They’ve already been stealing the attention for days.” Clove recalls, standing beside Cato with her arms across her chest, the two of them towering over their cowering tributes on the floor. “The parade? With the flames? Noone was talking about you two. You’re literally standing in the smoke from fire girl right now. Noone sees you, no one cares about who you are.”

“You need to snuff her out, got it? First kill. At the cornucopia you hunt her down and you get rid of her.” Cato warns, as the two of them shuffle backwards. “Go sleep, you have the interviews tomorrow and you can’t fuck those up.”

They watch as their tributes scramble to their feet and practically run down the hall out of sightline of Cato, Clove, Enobaria, and Brutus.

The second they are in their respective rooms –fortunately, there was no concern for the two of them slipping off together– it is their turn to be grabbed by their once mentors.

Brutus has an arm against his chest, pinning him to the wall, while Enobaria holds next to him on that wall with the hand around her throat.

“What the fuck are you two doing,” Brutus pushes Cato in a little harder, until Cato relents and lets his head his the wall.

“You can’t manhandle your tributes, are you stupid? You’re supposed to guide them!”

“What are you calling this then, Enobaria-” Clove tries to push her hand away, only for Enobaira to tighten her grasp on her neck.

“Oh you’re not our tributes anymore, you’re on par with us, and you aren’t going to embarrass us by your little childish meltdowns.” Enobaira lets go of Clove, letting her fall to the floor gasping for the air she had been deprived of.

Brutus releases Cato at the same time, but he only glares back at his mentor, unlike Clove who’s choking the air back into her body. “This isn’t your year, don’t take it so personal.”

“It’s our first year on this side.” Cato huffs, crossing his arms over his chest to face off with Brutus. “We wouldn’t have made that mistake.”

“It’s her first year. You did this last year, you have no excuse. You weren’t very good at it last year, either.” Brutus warns, shoving Cato with two fingers on his shoulder.  “You didn’t even know his name.”

“Because he didn’t matter. I’d have killed him myself to get her out.”

“They aren’t your competition, that Twelve girl isn’t. You aren’t against them, don’t take it so personally.” Enobaria pulls Clove to her feet by her shoulders, helping her stand after sending her to the ground  moments ago. “You two have a long future of this ahead of you. You can’t take it so personally.”

“You’d have done worse to us if a twelve girl out scored us.” Clove coughs out, rubbing her hand over her throat to soothe what is surely angry skin there.

“Yeah, but you’re Cato and Clove. We always expected the best out of you two.”

-

“I think it went well.” Cato admits, handing off one of the glasses is in hand to his girlfriend, who sits on the floor in front of her couch. Her legs are outstretched before her with ankles crossed, as she reaches out and shoots him a smile before she takes the glass from him. She basks in the warmth of the artificial fireplace under the television screen,

“They’re not us, but they’ll do.” Clove teases, taking a long, slow sip of the drink as she waits for him to come to her level.

Cato slides down next to her, crossing his outstretched legs in front of him as well, before tugging her against him. “Noone’s ever going to be us.”

“Not a chance.” Clove curls into him, tucking her head into his shoulder and humming as the girl from 5 crosses off the stage. “Not the strongest field this year.”

“The kids from one are idiots.” Cato agreed, laying his head on top of hers, rubbing his hand over the outside of her shoulder.

“They’re always idiots in one. We both know they pretty much breed for looks like show horses. They don’t care much about what's on the inside so long as they have the shiniest coats and longest legs.” Clove snickers, leaning down to open the brown square box between their feet. She pops open the box to the bubbling cheese pizza on the inside, and a smile of absolute delight spreads across her face.

“Oh come one, you like Glimmer and Marvel. They’re nice.” Cato points out, laughing as Clove lifts a slice of pizza from the box and tilts her head back so the warm cheese can slide off the crust and into her mouth. “All the food in this place and this is what you wanted? Why are you eating it like that?”

“I never said they weren’t nice, I said they weren’t smart.“ Clove scrapes the rest of the cheese off with her teeth, before returning to the tip of the triangle and rolling the dough into a little roll before taking a bite across the crust. “What? It’s good.”

“Still doesn’t answer as to why there was all the food in the capitol and you wanted Pizza of all things. Why are you stripping the cheese, you just..bite into it?” Cato illustrates, knitting his eyebrows together as he watches Clove continue to disassemble her pieces.

“It works for me.” Clove defends, glancing up to see they’re onto district ten already. “Cato. We had what you wanted yesterday, let me have this greasy, doughy Pizza okay? We don’t even  have this back home.”

“We could probably make it..” It wasn't a lie, though. They had nothing like this back home, and certainly nothing like this growing up. Sure, two wasn’t a poor district by any means, but they were trained that food was fuel for reaching peak performance. Almost every meal in the academy was some combination of high protein in the form of eggs or plain, bland chicken, usually rice, and some steamed, bitter vegetable. Take the joy out of eating and no one will dare to over or under eat– you’re maximizing your physicality, nothing else.

There was nothing like the greasy, cheesy pizza they tried for the first time after the end of her party, during her tour. There was nothing like the fresh, crisp sushi from four. Or the rich, bloody rare steak Cato fell QUICKLY obsessed with during his own tour last year. Just the other night when the two of them had slipped out after scores came out, Clove absolutely devoured the entire basket of salty fries when she tried them for the first time.

“I think this is my favorite food.” Clove mumbled around the carb she shoved into her mouth, officially 1/4th done with their late night snack. “I can’t believe I'm saying that.”

“What, do you like Pizza? You used to roll up cheese slices in bread, I’m not actually shocked-”

“No. That we live a life where we can have a favorite food.” Clove picks up her glass from before and swirls the contents before taking a long drink. “God they’d smack me back in the academy if they heard me say that. How many times did they tell us you eat to perform, nothing more?”

“We won, baby. We can eat whatever we want, whenever we want.” Cato understands, though, deep down. Nineteen (and nearly nineteen) years old, and they were just for the first time getting to try things. Getting to enjoy things. “Isn’t that the point of the life of a victor?”

“For my birthday, I want fries. And that steak you really like that's still bleeding inside. Oh and Pizza. I want Pizza.” Clove decides, satiated for now and settles back in his arms.

“Anything you want, Clove. Anything.”

It would, after all, be the first of her birthday’s that they’d spend together, not training.

They settle back against the couch as the boy from eleven leaves the stage. Cato identified him as a possible threat due to his size earlier this week, but his training score didn’t alarm them enough to actually raise flags. Besides, He denied their tributes’ offer of allyship. His loss.

The girl was almost sad to watch. Sure, there were little kids in their own games, but neither had to take them out on their own. They died at the hands of others, who had no choice but to only kill the weakest who were incapable of defending themselves, or from exposure to the elements themselves.  She was so childlike, baby face still perfectly intact, that she barely even looked old enough to compete.

The girl from twelve is next, and Clove feels Cato tense up beside her. They expect she must reveal something to gain her sponsors, right?

Wrong.

She’s unremarkable. Awkward, forcing a smile and forcing laughs. She lacks a charisma that all careers have– they wouldn’t be cleared to volunteer if they couldn’t work the crowd, something that clearly doesn’t matter in Twelve.

Clove nearly throws up in her mouth when the girl spins in her dress, flames spiraling below her knees. “What even is this stupid fire thing?” Sure, the fire itself was a cool touch, but this girl…she didn’t have the spark herself, so to speak. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“The girl on fire.” Cato mumbles, finishing his drink swiftly. “Our kids are going to smother her out. They have to.”

“She’s dangerous, I'm telling you. She’s got no personality, but she’s got them eating out of her hand. This flame thing…the training score..she’s dangerous.” Clove insists, sliding down to full lay on the ground, head using his thigh as a pillow. Now that the girl was over, there was nothing left to watch.

“They’ll take her out. I’m not worried.” Cato threads his fingers through her hair, stroking down the dark length of it. “Two’s the only one worth watching. Third year in a row.”

“Even so, they aren’t as good as we were. It’s a weak group all around this year. There’s boring games ahead.” Clove stretches in his lap, raising dark eyebrows at him enticingly. “I guess we’ll just have to make our own entertainment this week, right?”

“Last year Enobaria dragged me off the couch by the ear to go get you sponsors. We’ll have to hide from her.”

“She only cared because it was me…are you afraid of her?” Clove teases, reaching up and brushing her fingernails under his jaw.

“Maybe a little.” Cato admits, before the laughs of the audience during Peeta Mellark’s interview distracts them.

“He’s got the people skills at least. Together they’d be a good team.” Cato gives a small nod of approval, but shrugs anyway. “Not that it matters. A team only gets you so far.”

“People like him.” Clove agrees, propping herself up on her elbow to watch the rest of the interview. “He has a good rapport with the audience.”

They give a little smile when Caesar asks about a girl back home, and offers him dating advice. There’s no shot the kid is going home, it seems cruel to make him talk about things that will not be. Leave it to Caesar.

“He seems earnest at least-” She offers, stopping abruptly when they hear;

“She came here with me.”

The response has Clove shooting up straight, rapidly looking between Cato and the screen.

“NO way in Hell.” She snaps, kicking the box by their feet away. “NOT a chance in hell. There's no way.”

“Is he trying to be us?” Cato questions, staring straight through the tv like he could intimidate the lie out of the boy from here.

“What does he think he’s trying to pull? There’s no chemistry there, there's not a chance in hell That's real. NO way. He’s trying to recreate us. He has to be.”

“Not a fucking shot.” He pulls her to his lap as if to illustrate the point, settling her knees on either side of his legs. “He has to be trying to be us. Stupid, stupid, plan. I want him dead just for suggesting it.”

“There's no other us.” Clove agrees, wrapping her legs around his waist, grinding her hips down into his. “Noone even comes close.”

“Never.” He assures, before coming down hard against her bottom lip.

—

“You don’t need to keep giving me surprises, Cato.” Clove teases, as he leads her down the back staircase to the roof of the training center. “You know I don’t even like to be surprised.”

“This isn’t so much a surprise, we’re done with most of those.” He gives her hand a tight squeeze as he leads her back to the main access levels of the building, where they are actually allowed to be.

“Baby, between all the gifts, the marshmallow treats for breakfast,  and the dinner, and the second dinner on the roof…what's the big deal about nineteen?” Clove asks, following him down the stairs as closely as her legs can carry her, “We already won the games, it’s not like I escaped that..”

It goes without saying of course, That Clove has officially outlived her mother today.

“We’ve spent the last ten years training on your birthday, I missed your seventeenth, and you missed your eighteenth.” He pulls her into the main lobby of the training center, slipping in through a side door that they really shouldn’t even know exists. “It’s the first time since I've met you that you actually have more guaranteed.” Sure, there was never a question that she would win her games, but now it’s actual reality. There are no more games to hangover them, no more risk to their lives. “And that’s worth a lot.”

Clove wraps her arm around his forearm, squeezing her hand in both appreciation and understanding. “Well, thank you. I’m not complaining about the outpouring of love.”

He grins at her, but brings them to a pause before the door to one of the many lounge areas. “Just so you know..this was absolutely not my idea.”

“What do you–”

“I told them you’d hate it, do not take my head off for this.”

Cato pushes the door open, and gently nudges her inside before him.

Inside the private room is as close to what they could consider “friends.” There’s Enobaria and Brutus, next to Glimmer and Marvel. By the bar are Johanna Mason and Finnick Odair, eyes locked on the games actively happening on the screen, miss fire girl being chased down by flame in the trees. Johanna and Finnick’s tributes are long since dead, neither making it very far past the initial bloodbath this year.  

“What the fuck is happening–” Clove narrows her eyes, as Enobaria intercepts her from the side.

“We figured you wouldn’t want to do anything big, but it’s a big deal, your first birthday as a victor.” She explains, pulling her closer into the room. “Considering your birthday is during the games Kid, you’re never going to escape this.” Enobaria squeezes her by the shoulder, letting her fully enter the space and soak it in. “Happy Birthday, Clove.”

Enobaria knows the significance of nineteen for her, the first birthday that Clove’s mother never had herself.

Glimmer looks like she’s about to envelope her in a hug when she stops short, putting her hands up. “Sorry, right, you don’t do touching! Happy Birthday!” She smiles brightly at the girl, “Cato said you’d hate this but I thought it would just be so fun!”

Marvel gestures to the back corner of the room. “Glimmer’s been planning this for weeks, she’s got a hell of a combo of food back there. The cookies are fantastic.”

“A little warning would have been nice, Cato.” Clove whispers through teeth clenched in a smile, making her way towards the back table Marvel had referenced. She grabs a single fry, arms still crossed firmly over her chest.

“Enobaria said you’d never agree.” Cato explains, reaching over her to grab a piece of one of the cookies Marvel had raved about. “And Glimmer really really wanted to see your face. I told her it wouldn’t be pleased but… People like you, Clove. You deserve to know that.”

She wants to argue back, that the only person in the entire group of kids they grew up with that liked her was him, that not even her father or her grandmother liked her, that even her mother didn’t like her enough to stay behind with her (which, Clove objectively knows is not the case), but she does not get the chance as Glimmer grabs her by the hand and pulls her away.

She’s passed around the room, to Brutus next, then Finnick and Johanna who are wrapped up in watching the girl from twelve submerge in the water.

“Annie wanted me to tell you she was going to come.” Finnick explains first, before nodding his head towards the screen. “It’s a little harder on her than most, when we lose our tributes.” He need not explain further, everyone being aware of Annie’s immense post games trauma. They all had it, but Annie actually showed it.

“Were you born for this shit, Clove? A birthday during the games, that's unbelievable.” Johanna taunts, gesturing to the screen. “Looks like your tributes are about to give you a gift too, look.”

Clove directs her attention to the games, where indeed, the pack of careers are chasing down Katniss Everdeen. A snide smirk grows across her face, but pauses when she is taken back by the blonde trailing behind them.

“Is that–”

“Damn, Loverboy played us all.” Brutus grumbles, leaning against the top of the bar beside Clove. “He got in with our kids, and is after the girl.”

“They’re using him to get to her, they have to be.” Glimmer suggests, and truthfully, Clove is sure of it too. The boy has no skills he offers them, except for a declaration of love for his partner.

“I can’t believe he’s hunting her down.” Cato comes behind her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she leans back against him. “So much for all that about being into her..”

They all watch as Katniss scrambles up the tree like a little squirrel, clearly experienced. Was this her talent? No, this wouldn’t earn an eleven.

The boy from two is threatening to come after her, and is indeed trying, but the sheer weight of him paired with a lack of experience sends him crashing down onto the solid earth beneath the trees.

“They’re so stupid to send him. Both of our girls are so much lighter.” Marvel shakes his head, redirecting his attention back to his plate of assorted snacks. “That’s like sending Cato over Clove, stupid.”

Clove scoffs as the girl from one goes next, missing her by several inches with a bow and arrow. “That was her skill, really Glimmer? She’s not even a moving target.”

Before Glimmer can defend the girl, Cato flinches as the District Two boy tries to take it into his own hands, missing by an even greater margin.

“They’re poor fucking excuses for Careers.” Cato decides, reaching behind the bar and grabbing himself an entire bottle of the first clear liquor he gets his hands on.

“We’d never be that bad. None of us.” Clove agrees, gesturing to herself, Cato, Glimmer and Marvel. “We’d never get outsmarted by a bitch from Twelve.” She snatches the bottle from Cato’s hands, taking a long, hard drink without even gagging this time. Growth.

“You’re all so humble.” Finnick chimes in, hoping off of the barstool he was straddling. “That’ll be it for me, I think. They’re not going to get her tonight.”

The boy from twelve, who has stayed in the back staring with wide doe eyes, contributing nothing to the hunt for the girl, suggests waiting her out, but never looks away from where she hides in the tree.

“He’s protecting her.” Clove recognizes the look he gives as he stares up the tree, something she registers as anything but malice. “That's why he’s with ours. He’s trying to lead them away, to keep her alive. He’s protecting her.”

“Maybe he really does like her.” Surprise floods Johanna’s voice. “I don’t think she gives a fuck about him, but he likes her.”

“He’s got a death wish.” Enobaria announces in the general direction of the group of young victors huddled around the bar. “They’ll take him out as soon as they realize what he’s doing. He’s buying her time, but she’ll get nothing out of it.”

“Haymitch Abernathy has to be practically unconscious by now.” Brutus comments, as the camera focuses away from their tributes– the district one girl and the district two boy getting a little too handsy for national television– and instead focuses on the quaking girl in the tree.

As if on cue, a little gray parcel descends into the trees directly to her lap.

“No fucking way.” Comes from Marvel.

“How the fuck did she get sponsors” is a growl from Cato.

“Is Haymitch even awake?” Asks Johanna.

“I knew she was going to be trouble.” Clove pushes back to head towards the table of her favorite treats. “If they don’t get her in the morning, we’re in for it….anyway. I think I'll enjoy my cake now.”

The next morning they wake up to the news that Katniss dropped a nest on their kids, the girl from one is dead, and she absconded with the bow and arrow that she pried from her dead hands.

Long distance weapon, score of 11, and apparent sponsor favorite.

In for it, indeed.

–

The four of them, Cato, Clove, Glimmer, and Marvel, are spaced out on the couch in the District One Suite, having been relieved from their ‘smile at sponsors’ duties for the time being by their older counterparts. Clove had gotten a little too close to tossing a steak knife at a man who suggested she exchange favors in order for a few hundred dollars to change hands, and Enboaria pulled her away just in time to prevent an addition to her body count, sending the four of them out of sight and out of mind for the afternoon.

Their tributes didn't even need anything, they had a whole cornucopia full of goods.

“What is she doing?” Glimmer rises from the couch to the balls of her feet, when an arrow pierces the bag of apples hanging precariously amongst their supplies. “She’s trying to–”

Before the words fall the apple does, and the entire screen is filled with a massive explosion

“I fucking knew it.” Clove throws the nearest pillow in the general direction of the screen. “It’s taking them way too long to kill her, she’s going to end up getting one of them first.”

“At least it isn’t us.” Marvel shrugs, wrapping his legs around Glimmer and pulling her closer to him, deftly braiding tiny braids into her blonde curls. “That girl is sneaky.”

“She’s smart, she smoked them out. I hate to say it but she’s a threat.” Cato finally admits, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration.

“Oh look– and now she got yours! Oh fuck she is good” Clove directs, just as the boy from one crumbles to his knees with an arrow in his chest. “She’s taken down both of yours! What's that leave..our two.. Five’s girl..the two from twelve..the two from eleven.”

“One from Eleven.”

“No, they’re both still alive I think, Cato–”

“No. Not anymore, look.”

Clove snaps her head to attention as a shaky, crying song comes from Katniss, watching the life drain out of that little girl’s face. “Is this a talent show now? Glimmer, can you imagine going up there and doing a little twirl….Glimmer?”

The response is sniffles, and the Blonde girl  with tears streaming down her face.

“Are you for real?”

“Glimmer you WON the games six years ago. You KILLED twelve year olds. There’s no crying over the Hunger Games.”

“They look like babies to me now, she was just so small!” Glimmer whimpers, curling up against Marvel’s side. “She was just so little.”

“Glimmer you’re like twenty one, they aren’t THAT much younger than you were when you won.” Clove nudges her foot with her own. “Come on. Laugh at the singing.”

“It’s not about that–”

Silence falls over them when they catch what Katniss does next. As they watch her arrange flowers around this girl, effectively burying her. She gives some gesture towards a camera, and Glimmer once again lets out a little sob from inside her chest.

“Everyone is going to root for her.” Cato thinks aloud, shaking his head in utter, absolute disdain. “Who buries another tribute?’ “Someone who hates the games and everything they stand for.”

Noone dares to mention the implications of Clove’s statement.

Hours later, they are with the rest of the victors when an announcement is made.

They’re looking at each other across the room, the silent communication of let's get out of here understood between them both, as evidenced by the smirk on his face and the playful raise of her eyebrows. Cato is letting himself out of the conversation when the room goes from boisterous, jovial conversation to a hushed, stun crowd of victors.

Two Victors.

Two Victors from the same district.

The silence is felt most strongly by the movement of Cato to Clove, of Glimmer to Marvel, of Annie somehow even closer to Finnick. Glimmer’s siblings gravitate closer to her, and Enobaria takes a nearly imperceptible step towards the group as well, though unclear to whom.

The girl goes in search of Peeta, who is somehow against all odds still alive.

“Haymitch, what the hell did you do?”  It’s Cashmere, oddly enough, who’s beautiful voice breaks the silence.

“It’s between us two, now.” He says simply, raising his glass towards the entire horde of careers. “You’re welcome, cheers.”

“Seriously, Haymitch, what did you do?” One of the far older victors, closer to Haymitch in age than any of the others, grasps him by both shoulders. “What have you done?”

“Young love everyone! We all know how much they simply eat that up.” He directs directly at Cato and Clove, something between mischief and disdain on his features. “I have to thank you, you’re great examples to persuade them.”

“We are nothing like them.” Clove hisses, taking a step dangerously close to Haymitch, hands reaching for the neck of his shirt. “Never compare us to them.

“It’s inevitable, Sweetheart. Don’t get all riled up, trust me, they don’t want to be you two.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cato steps in now, towering over the drunk on his barstool.

“You don’t have to worry about them stealing your attention, I can promise. She won’t want it.”

“Well she’ll be dead soon, anyway, and Two will have Four Victors in three years. A record.” Clove promises, stepping away from the middle aged man, but not before she grabs Cato’s arm and pulls him back too.

By the time that Katniss finds Peeta, on the verge of death, and manages to drag him to a cave, Clove is sure of it. Two has this one in the bag.

“Look at her. She looks like she wants to cry anytime she has to touch him.” Glimmer taunts, watching the girl’s color drain from her flesh anytime she has to get too close to the boy.

“I’d want to cry if you looked at me like she looks at him.” Marvel agrees, the four of them standing in a semi circle around Haymitch, who is slumped over the bar.

“Wouldn’t it be an absolute shame to die a complete virgin, probably never even been kissed.” Clove barbs, a wide smile plastered on her face. “Oh look at her. She looks so uncomfortable. Good job Haymitch, you were right, this is great.”

“This is your grand love story?” Gloss chimes in from across the room, all of them locked in on watching the absolute dread in Katniss Everdeen’s eyes as she inches closer to the boy.

“Will you all shut your mouths-” Haymitch slams his glass down, turning to berate them at the exact moment Clove lets out an absolute scream of a laugh.

“Shut the FUCK up!”

“There’s NO way people believe this.”

“She looks like she’s going to cry.”

“Oh my god, they think that's a kiss?” Clove snarks, craning her head around for Enobaria. “Enobaria! Was that how I was kissing at sixteen?”

“Clove, I wish that's how you two were at sixteen.” Enobaria joins the circle, sneering at the screen full of awkward teen barely-kisses.

“You two weren’t even that tame in training, everyone knew you were just a few minutes apart from sneaking off to some closet.” Brutus adds, completing the circle behind Haymitch.

“There's no way anyone believes that's real.” Glimmer agrees, shaking her head in disgust. “And without any sort of chapstick, that couldn’t have even felt good.”

“What do you know about what people believe?” Haymitch waves his hands about, borderline belligerent at the taunting and jeers from the generations worth of career victors. “That looks perfectly real.”

Cato raises his eyebrow, moving at the same time she does, before he grabs Clove by the face, crashing his lips against hers. She understands his point, immediately hooking her arms around his shoulders just in time for him to bend her backwards.

“See what I mean, when I said I wish they only looked like your two.” Enobaria whispers to Haymitch, who has pushed himself up and through the group of victors.

When they pull apart, Clove is smirking and Cato calls out to the disappearing drunk. “Still think yours looked believable?”

–

The games continue to play out as a nightmare.

Their girl almost gets her, only to brag and get her neck broken by the giant guy from eleven.

Clove sees herself out, unable to face the mocking she has so freely dished out herself.

Their boy is in the final three. And instead of throwing the bow off, or tossing them to the mutts below, he tries to take them both head on.

A mercy arrow comes from fire girl, after she and Peeta decide it’s worth untying the tourniquet on his leg.

“Well Haymitch, we have to hand it to you.” Brutus offers, as the sun comes up on the screen in the arena. “Congratulations on your victors–”

Another rule change pauses the congratulations and the surprise of a twelve win.

Only one victor.

“She’ll shoot him. She’s got a sister to get home to.” Finnick claims, shaking his head in distaste. “Sad. Thought they had a chance.”

“He’ll bleed out anyway” Johanna agrees, “He actually likes her, too. He isn’t faking it. “

“Think he’ll die for her though?” Enobaria questions, settling down on the couch beside Clove.

“If he loves her, for real, then yeah. He will.” Cato admits, shaking his head.

The berries are in her hand and it’s Clove who knows what's happening first.

“OH my god they’re going to kill themselves.”

“There has to be a–”

“Cato, shh, listen.”

The room full of victors is completely silent, truly sitting on the edge of their seats, in various stages of disbelief as the two of them raise their suicide pact to their mouths in perfect unison.

A panicked voice fills the arena, and the entirety of the room lets out anticipated breaths they did not mean to be holding.

I present to you the winners of the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games.

The room is still quiet, processing, accepting the reality and anticipating the fallout from exactly what Katniss Everdeen just suggested and did, when two finely dressed officials enter the room without so much as a knock.

“Cato. Clove. President Snow would like to see you both. Immediately. “

#always remember we're burned for better #arwbfb #arwbfb tag #clato #cato and clove #clato au #cato and clove fanfic #clato fanfic #the hunger games fanfic #glimmer and marvel are back in buisness

[inekepp]

WOULD LOVE ANYTHING YOU COULD TELL ME ABOUT THE PHARMACY WIP FRIEND :') <3

Hii!

Okay, so. Pharmacy AU basically comes down to Alex working as a pharm tech in a 24/7 pharmacy (another reason why his sleeping schedule is shot to all hell, bc, yknow, eves, nights, the lot), and Henry is coming in to pick up meds for Arthur, who still suffers from cancer in this fic and all that. Henry keeps on getting Alex as the one who helps him (either bc coincedence, or luck, or timing, or however you want to call it, though i think i put a reference or two in that he did hit other coworkers of alex too, as to make it a tad more realistic). Alex, being quite experienced at this point, immediately clocks as to what Arthur is suffering from (in broad lines, anyway. beyond 'cancer' he ain't getting much further) and in the beginning he holds out hope, but that diminishes as soon as he sees that it's been quite a bit since Arthur got meds for chemo, and what Henry is coming to pick up (which, basically, is painkillers).

eventually, which is what i've yet to write, henry is going to come in to pick up meds like morphine and midazolam bc of palliative care (which, as the midazolam suggests, means hallucinating/possible aggression and the likes bc delirium), and then has to come back because the midazolam isn't doing the trick.

i was also v much planning on henry coming in at some point where alex is on the phone w his boss who tried to contact a coworker but failed (dunno if said coworker is hunter but yknow might as well be haha. but like, failing could happen bc travel or whatnot i dont think it matters much). so here alex is, saying to his boss that hed pass on the message when coworker gets in, but just says 'he' instead of coworker, cue henry panicking bc he thinks it mightve been fam trying to contact him about arthur, and, well.. yeah.

im not being nice to henry here, im sorry.

anyway, alex is v much crushing, but like, cant do much about it aside from helping henry as fast as he can and make it as pleasant as such a visit could be, bc p r o f e s s i o n a l i s m, (which he prob v well throws out the window w panic attack bc, well, he cant henry suffer alone can he?).

and in the last chapter, which is gon be x time after alex saw henry at the hospital last, is basically going to be them running into one another somewhere (idk, coffeeshop? library? somewhere. havent figured that out yet) and get to talking and maybe possibly set up a date (also bc henryd be thanking him in person for all hes done, and henry being henry had send a massive mail to the boss at some point complimenting alex for all his help and care and bc he deserved to get the praise. alex v much would want to thank him for that bc boss (zahra prob) having been like dunno what youve done but good work, and just, getting praise, esp in healthcare, be rare as fuck, so yknow. its something big.

im also hella drawing on my own experiences as a pharm tech, and i do have a load of quiet eve shifts, so, lie, its not unheard of, and while i do not state in which country they are bc i cant be arsed to look up laws and practises and shit like insurance shit bc its irritating and complex enough where im from and im the person who deals w insurances in the first place, i guess its all universal enough (and i did google if midazolam and all that were still like used the same in other countries, bc availability in meds and whas used can differ from country to country).

does that answer it? if not, feel free to clarify!

#rwrb fic #rwrb

[rianafying]

had a rlly rough start to today. was up by 9:30 which is a decent time to wake up, considering my sleep schedule has been as over the place this week. i woke up to a text from someone i worked with recently pointing out a mistake i had made, and as awful as it initially made me feel, i gathered myself, apologised and explained the situation etc. i felt terrible, like i do when even the slightest thing goes wrong. i’m always anticipating failure anyway, and besides i knew about the mistake, it just that it’s mostly beyond my control. i have very limited resources. anyway, yeah they responded by saying this doesn’t affect us working together and that he’s more than interested in continuing to work with me, just that he thought it was important to discuss so we could have it in mind moving forward, which i really appreciate. but the part in me that loves to be anxious and think the worst of myself, is trying to take this opportunity to make me sink back into a spiral, but i know it’s not that deep, people make mistakes, and it has already been resolved. i don’t need to worry about it. worry is my worst enemy. even things that shouldn’t cause concern make me sweat from concern. i can’t take it easy i can’t sit back and relax, i live inside a personal hell. there is no rest from this madness. i need a fucking break. i’m exhausted. from the moment i wake up to crying myself to sleep and even in sleep i have nightmares everyday, i wake up exhausted from being anxious in my sleep all night. for the past few years i have been exhausted, i have been feeling like i’m going crazy. i am going crazy. oh god there’s so much stuff. i feel as if i will never see success in my career, i will never be independent, i will never recover from my past, i will never see peace and safety, i feel like i will spend my whole life worrying and grieving and suffering, even in my deathbed, i’ll be plagued with anxiety. and im so lonely, not in a i don’t have friends way, i do have amazing friends, but im lonely in the way that everyone is lonely sometimes. in the way that in this world we have ourselves. lonely in the way that nobody will know exactly what it’s like to live how i live, feel what i feel, or what i’m thinking. nobody will understand me the way i do, and i have to use my words to communicate it, to try to bridge the gap between language and reality, between the outside and my insides. and yet in a way, everything is the same, everyone who has ever lived has had feelings. i’m doing the best i can. everyone is. i guess. in their own twisted way. it’s too early to call anyone and i find that im very dishonest about my feelings via text as opposed to how vulnerable i am when im speaking over a call. i pretend to be happy and fine, for two reasons, 1) i try to fake it till i make it, 2) not to cause unnecessary trouble or concern.

i just got offered a gig on the 22nd, but it’ll be 42 degrees that day, i’ll actually die of a heatstroke because that studio doesn’t have air conditioning. i don’t know what to do. i know ill have a flare up but i hate not being able to go or having to turn down gigs.

okay wtf look at what the costar app just sent me:

that is so insane. co star is crazy for this fr. they always send me something so related to my day. jesus. almost makes you think astrology is real.

anyway yeah, so i have a lot to do but ill probably end up watching tv and buying unnecessary groceries today. which is honestly a perfectly normal thing to do when on holiday. i’ll try not to feel guilty about it.

#personal #journal entry

[quandaryqueen]

Harley Quinn BTAS and Young justice riddler's

Villain/antihero! Reader and the riddlers being so disgustingly domestic-

YES BITH OF EM ARE SO COMFY N DOMESTIC W EACH OTHER WITHOUT NOTICING IT-

EVERY SIDE. THE VILLAINS N HEROES ARE FUCKING SHOCKED WHEN TGEY ACTUALLY STARTED DATING LIKE- ".. y'all just started dating now?"

When I meant by domestic like, they're both used w each other's schedule (always helping the other out)

Reader gives him his fav drink first thing in the morning, riddler suddenly "forgets" how to fix his own tie cause he knows his "close friend" would help him, reader fussing over riddler's bad sleeping schedule and somehow ALWAYS gets him to fall asleep when needed, riddler being a gentleman and helps reader out (Reaching out his hand when reader is on the ground, pulling their chair for them, etc.)

The reader slips up that they ADORE him while talking w him and he's just so fuckin glad they share the same feelings cause this whole "close friend" act was honestly getting tiring

I love the man so much 😭

Domestic Bliss

Edward Nygma X Reader

You know how some people just... Instantly click with one another and you just know, these bitches are soulmates. Yes, that's what I initially thought.

💚 Young Justice

"Look at 'em. You're telling me these two are not..."

Your fellow rogue raises a brow at the goon beside them. "Not?"

"Mhmmm..." With their mouth clamped shut, they continue to extend their hum whilst finding the appropriate word for the current enigma before them. "Fucking?"

"What? No!" Red Streak exclaimed.

Although they can't fault the guy for thinking that when you're currently seated on Edward's lap while he played chess with another rogue, your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair, smiling whenever he'd make a move on the chess board. They were impressed that the ever so dweeb would be able to concentrate with you in his lap, when they knew how this man will squeal at the smallest touch or attention he receives. Perhaps he's used to it, or maybe he prioritizes the game of wits more.

Either way, Red Streak knows you're not dating... Yet. They just know something is going on between you and Edward that's just beyond "just friends" status. I mean, who would look at these two and assume they're friends? For fuck's sake, the two were practically attached to each others hips, always so... Lovey dovey with one another and Red Streak has never seen you smile the way you smile around the nerd.

Whatever you are, you practically look like relationship goals.

💚 Batman the animated series

"Oh my, what a delight. Edward, where's your special friend?"

The Riddler squints in response to Penguin's question... Special friend... Oh!

💚 Harley Quinn

"Oh, they're um... At home..." He trails off with a blush, his fingers reaching to fumble with the end of his glove. "Th-! Y/N and I are just friends, Oswald. No need to attach 'special', hehe..."

"Oh my, you two aren't? My apologies, it's just that the two of you are awfully close together I assumed you are together." Oswald gives out a chesty laugh.

... How the fuck are you two not together? What??? No, Edward must be lying, Oswald had seen it with his two eyes how fondly Riddler spoke of you, how he would look in your eyes with that besotted smile, oh Oswald knows when a man's in love!

Friends? Oh honey, he may not have had that much friends, but what he sees between you is nowhere near friendship! Seriously! He has seen you tend to him like a spouse would, at some point he assumed you were married, but upon close inspection, there were no rings! So maybe he assumed you two were, I don't know, lovers with plans to get married!

What the fuck do you mean that you two are just friends?

"What's got you smiling like that?" Nanaue looks over your shoulder upon spotting your figure curled on the couch smiling like an idiot.

"What?" You looked up from your phone to briefly meet Nanaue's, before you return to your phone to type a response to Edward's text message.

"What? Did someone talk to them for once?" Doctor Pyscho dryly remarks, raising a brow.

"Oh I know that smile! You are in love!" Voice of theatrics, Clayface twirls with a lovesick smile as if he's the one in love.

"Nah, I'm just texting with--"

"With the your boyfriend, am I correct?" Ivy deadpans, looking up from her watering Frank.

"Nope. It's just Eddie." You nonchalantly replied. You felt the atmosphere drop, causing you to look up at them, andlo and behold, they stated at you with slacked jaws. "What?"

"What do you mean just Eddie?" Harley stresses her statement with a certain implication you can't quite grasp.

You furrow your brows at her, burying your screen against your chest when you felt it vibrate with his new message. "Um... Edward Nygma? Edward Nashton? The Riddler--"

"Yeah, I know who the fuck he is! What do you mean just Eddie-?!" Harley scoots closer, as she grasps you by the shoulder and began to vigorously shake you. "YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU TWO ARE NOT FUCKING?!"

"NO?! WE'RE JUST FRIENDS! WHAT? CAN'T TWO PEOPLE BE FRIENDS?" You match with her energy with a certain shade of embarrassment across your cheeks.

"Bitch, you're going to look at us and tell us you are just friends with the Riddler, while you two are out there looking like the embodiment of couple goals?" Ivy adds, lowering her watering can. "Explain."

"Oh god you guys, we are just good friends!" You break free from Harley's iron grip, glancing at your screen with your lip between your teeth to deny the smile from his text message. And just like that, you were reabsorbed in your phone with a conversation from him, occasionally giggling outloud whilst the others looked at you with scrunched nose.

And in unison, they all thought, 'Friends... Yeah right.'

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #edward nygma x reader #edward nigma #btas riddler x reader #request #btas riddler #harley quinn series #harley quinn riddler #harley quinn riddler x reader #young justice riddler x reader #young justice riddler #absolutelysmittensimp