#to see my friends fight and im just a poor thing having to deal with that and having a meltdown over it

[tiddygame]

hello im sorry i wrote more for @myriadblvck ’s streamer au ghoap

I time travelled and around 4,000 words magically appeared in a document titled: "you didn't juju on the fucking beat soap" I think I was possessed by something. anyways here’s that:

tw: is it a panic attack? is it just typical ghost angst? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just be careful it's mostly fluffy (ghost is mean to himself cause he almost kissed soap on the forehead)

also i just realized after i wrote this whole thing, this is based on my general knowledge of dog tags… as an american. writing about the british military. so if you know your shit about the british military, uhh sorry in advance. my bad. from a very brief search i think a lot of it’s the same or at least same enough but this might hurt for people that know a thing or two. whoops!

fun fact: did you know for a brief stint (iirc, >40 years from around 1960s to 2010ish) the american military was printing soldiers’ ss numbers on their tags? yeah can’t imagine why they switched back to serial numbers.

Ghost had been pacing outside of his office for three minutes before he actually entered. When he did, he didn’t say a word. Just sat down in one of the chairs, fidgeting. It wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence, he was normally either gathering his thoughts before talking to Price about something more personal or hiding from what/whoever he didn't feel like dealing with.

When it came to mission debriefs, he was clear and concise. However, personal matters were a different story, and based on the way he anxiously opened and closed his hand, he'd guess this was a personal matter.

Price didn’t ask. He knew that whatever it was Simon needed to say would come out eventually. For now, he continued filling out paperwork and trying to figure out what it was that had Ghost so worked up.

Honestly, there wasn't much guesswork involved. Chances were, it was probably yet another leave request. He knew from Gaz (who was such an awful gossip he sometimes wondered how the man made it through interrogation training) that Simon had been visiting some social media person he had taken a liking to.

(Look, yes, Price knew about Twitch and live streaming and everything. He’s not actually that old. However, as long as he kept up the front of the old man who complained about the keyboard on his phone being too small, he didn’t have to deal with social media. Sure, it caused all of them to joke that he was geriatric and on his last legs, but he was able to convince Roach that he doesn’t know what TikTok is, meaning he wasn’t in charge of reviewing all the bullshit he and Gaz posted. A fair trade if you ask him.)

He also knew that Gaz was convinced the two were in love to the point that he and Roach had a bet going to see when they would get together. Price thought it was rather stupid, but he had to admire their ability to keep it under wraps; if the lieutenant found out they’d been placing monetary bets on his love life, he had a feeling he would need to find replacements for the 141.

Regardless, Price hoped that one day Simon would tell him about the friend but, until then, he was happy to fill out any paperwork that would get the poor man off base. God knows that idiot needs a vacation.

Simon was bouncing his leg, messing with his fingers, and staring off into space.

Three of his nervous habits at once? He must be even more worked up about this than Price thought. But, he was a patient man. It was about seven minutes of companionable silence before Simon spoke.

“I need replacement dog tags. I seem to have lost mine.”

Price looked up. He could see the chain around his neck and the outline of them still under his shirt.

"You do?" Price shuffled his documents around, eventually finding a blank piece of paper he could write on.

"Yes sir."

“And do you know what happened to them?”

“I believe they were knocked off during the fight from the last mission. I didn’t notice until later that night when we were back at base.”

Price paused and looked up from where he had been writing.

The last mission had been an odd one. Ghost normally stuck further away, their eagle-eyed lieutenant typically stayed at long to mid-range, watching for hostiles and making sure whoever else was in the field wouldn’t get caught off guard by someone they hadn’t seen.

During the last mission, he decided to engage at close range, a far cry from his usual approach of sniping hostiles from the shadows.

At one point, their lieutenant had been tackled and almost strangled. The fight had pretty much ended, his attacker was the only one left there. Ghost, being The Ghost, dispatched him with ease, but it stuck out to Price. Ghost may prefer to stay further back, but that didn’t mean that his hand-to-hand combat skills were lacking by any means.

He remembered thinking at the time that it was a clumsy mistake, that Ghost would have had to be intentionally trying to fuck up to get knocked down. He assumed the man had just been caught off guard, but he knew that theory wouldn’t hold up to any scrutiny. Ghost isn’t one to get caught off guard.

What was stranger yet still was Ghost specifically pointing it out in his mission report, calling even more attention to it.

Price set his pen down and leaned back in his chair.

“You planned this?”

“I plead the fifth,” said the British man.

Price just continued to stare, curious to see if this was actually going where he thought it was going.

“Is this off the record?” Simon eventually asked.

“Of course,” almost everything the 141 did was of dubious legality. Not reporting a conversation about possible wasted assets was far from the worst thing that had been swept under the rug.

“Then yes.”

“Why?”

Simon didn’t answer. Price waited, giving the man time to gather his thoughts, but based on the way his mouth opened and closed before he slumped in his chair, it seemed he didn’t know what to say at all.

Price had an inkling he might know what this was about.

“You know, Gaz likes to keep me informed,” Ghost looked up at him, somewhat panicked yet resigned, like he already knew what Price was going to say.

“He tells me you have a certain someone you’ve been visiting?”

“Yes.”

“Is this person a friend or…?” Ghost once again paused, calculating the potential consequences of his available responses.

He didn’t answer.

“Hmm,” Price paused, wondering how far to push before he continued, “You want to give this person your old dog tags?”

“Yes.”

Of course he would pre-plan “losing” his dog tags. Price mentally chuckled, leave it to Simon to be such a sap that he wanted to give someone his dog tags yet still make sure to follow protocol so he never actually risked going without them.

He had to hand it to him, it wasn’t a bad plan.

Price had a smile now, knowing his grumpy hard-ass lieutenant had a sweetheart he wanted to be sappy with.

“Romantic or platonic?” Price tried again.

“… I don’t know,” he’d never seen Simon look quite so… forlorn.

Hmm… That would explain his hesitancy.

He was pushing how much Simon was willing to divulge.

“And does this person know the significance of you giving them your dog tags?”

Well, curiosity killed the cat…

“No, they don’t.”

…But satisfaction brought it back. How interesting, the plot thickens.

“Do you plan on telling them?”

There was a long pause, after which it dawned on Price, “You want to give them your dog tags because they don’t know.”

It wasn’t a question, he already knew. Simon somehow slumped further, attempting to hide his face as if he weren’t wearing a balaclava.

His grumpy hard-ass lieutenant. Absolutely smitten with someone yet too shy to say anything, deciding on a quiet confession, one they likely wouldn’t pick up on.

Price chuckled, jotting down the necessary information he would need when he got his hands on the right paperwork, polishing up some of the details of Ghost’s story to make it more believable, before reading off what he had written to Ghost to make sure he got everything right. Ghost nodded once, and that was that.

“Replacement tags will probably be here in two to three weeks.”

“I would like to request leave for two to three weeks from now.”

Price handed him the form, having already grabbed it. He noticed how the man seemed to calm at just the thought of getting to visit his mystery person.

Oh, he thought to himself.

I am definitely joining Roach and Gaz’s bet.

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They were lying on the daybed in his streaming room, or, well…

No, that’s not quite right.

Simon was lying on the daybed.

Johnny was lying on top of Simon.

His computer was still softly playing quiet (non-DMCA) music from where his stream had just ended. Instead of turning it off, he had decided to unplug his headset and leave it on, the music just loud enough to be heard.

Simon was sleepily scrolling through his phone, trying to pretend like he hadn’t almost dropped several times while dozing off, desperately trying to stay awake. Johnny had watched his struggle and decided to lay down right on top of Simon, not even trying to pretend like he was trying to fit on the remaining space on the daybed. Why would he when Simon was right there?

It was meant to be a joke, having thrown himself on top of him to annoy the man into sleeping on an actual bed (he claimed he wasn’t tired but the comically loose grip on his phone and the waking world said otherwise.) However, unfortunately for said sleepy man, Simon was very, very comfortable.

His head was resting on Simon’s chest, arms under his back like he actually was just a pillow, one hand reaching higher to feel where Simon’s hair had begun to grow out slightly.

I wonder if he would let me help him cut it…

Simon had said he was like a clingy cat, his free hand running through his hair in the same manner one would pet a cat to prove his point. The joke's on him though, he likes it.

Simon had tried to stop but Johnny didn’t let him, threatening to tickle him if he did.

(“I’m not ticklish, I just don’t want you throwing a tantrum.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say,” he was definitely ticklish, and one of these days he was going to prove it.)

At some point, Simon had given up on keeping a grip on his phone, letting it drop to the side. They would probably have to go digging through the cushions to get it out of whatever crevice it had fallen to. As of right now, the idea of ever leaving his spot was comical at best.

The sun had begun to set, orange and pink tinted light filtering through the sheer curtains, making everything look more like a dream. Or maybe it was just the proximity to the man below him that was making him feel so serene.

Johnny took a second to inhale and exhale slowly, appreciating the moment. He hoped that this memory, this beautiful tranquility with Simon, would be something he cherished for a long time to come.

He knew that they had things to do. Soon, Simon would be catching a flight at some ungodly hour, headed back to save the world yet again. But for now, he was happy to nap away in their own little bubble. He never was a religious man but here in the arms of Simon Riley, he was tempted to think heaven was real, and that it was right in front of him.

“I almost forgot,” Simon mumbled, not sounding any more awake than he looked, reaching up for the collar of his shirt. Thankfully, the hand that was running his hair remained. He didn’t like proving the cocky bastard right, but he probably would have thrown a tantrum had he tried to remove it.

“They had some fuck up along the line or something and accidentally printed me an extra set of dog tags. I was just gonna toss ‘em but thought you might want—”

Johnny was now wide awake, sitting up and yanking the chain out of his hands.

“Don’t you fucking dare throw them away, of course I want them!” Simon’s face reddened, a frequent treat for Johnny now that he had gotten more comfortable going without the mask. Simon might have been good at keeping a poker face, but without his mask, he was a blushing mess.

He wondered if the blush was from his obvious jubilation at the gift or if it was because he was now straddling the man. Such pesky details, however, (even ones that would keep future Johnny awake at night) were far less important than examining the necklace in his hands.

It was obvious this was the older set, the metal worn and dented in some spots though the writing was still clearly visible.

“Calm down, I’m not going to take it from you,” the gruff tone was severely undermined by the aforementioned blush. It was hard to sound tough while half asleep on a daybed and being used as another man’s pillow.

Johnny stared at them for a little bit longer, feeling every dent and wondering the story behind how they got there, before putting them on.

He smiled at the man under him, “How do I look?”

He was going to joke, asking if he looked like a rough and tough soldier ready for war, but something in Simon’s eyes made him stop short.

He was looking with… with… Reverence was far too intense of a word for the softness of the moment but it was the only word that came to mind.

Simon reached up with his hand, grabbing the tags, his knuckles grazing his chest.

Well, that’s just fucking unfair.

Simon was supposed to be the blushy one. Not him, goddammit!

Though, he thinks when they make eye contact, they end up tied for who is blushing the most. They stare for a while, maybe it should have felt awkward but it was too adoring for either to feel any form of uncomfortability.

Neither moved.

It was Johnny that broke first, smiling at him, yet again tracing all of the scars he could see. It was his new favorite hobby, especially when Simon would blush making the scars on his face all the more visible.

He took one more second to sleepily appreciate the man before him, then went back to using him as a pillow. His hands went back to where they were before, one under Simon’s back and one playing with his hair. His head, however, did not fall back to his chest, instead resting in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

Simon’s hand returned to running through his hair, his other now coming up to rest on his back, rubbing up and down a few times before the sleepiness from earlier fully returned with his hand stopping somewhere around the small of his back.

Johnny leaned up slightly and gave a chaste kiss to the part of his neck that he could reach, then settled back to where he was. The hand in his hair paused.

“Thank you, Simon.”

A second of delay, and then the hand continued.

“You’re welcome, Johnny.”

Simon shuffled slightly, getting comfy before—

A kiss, on his forehead.

He couldn’t stop the blush and smile if he wanted to. He snuggled closer before drifting off to sleep.

When he woke, he was in his bed, practically tucked in. His window had been opened slightly, blackout curtains that had been drawn closed now swaying slightly with the breeze. When he focused, he realized he could smell petrichor and hear heavy rainfall outside with the occasional grumble of thunder.

There was a note on his nightstand. As he expected, it was Simon’s handwriting, apologizing for not waking him up before he left. It said that he had made breakfast for him (pancakes, with enough for when his sister would inevitably try to steal them), that he made sure to lock the front door, and left the window cracked.

He giggled sleepily at the last line. Regardless of the context, it always made Simon anxious to have the curtains open, much less to leave a window open. But, he also must've known how much Johnny loved the rain and set his worries aside, just this once, so he could wake up to the rain.

He set the note down and flopped back onto his pillows, his hand felt something cold and he remembered.

The dog tags.

John MacTavish is no stranger to crushes and heartbreaks.

He's had high school sweethearts, been in and out of love, he knows his way around the world of dating. Which is why he most certainly does not squeal and kick his legs while holding the tags like some kid with their first crush.

He did it like a grown man, thank you very much.

He grabbed his phone and sent Simon the worst pun he could think of; it was tradition at this point to send him some god-awful joke before his flight.

Simon has probably already forgotten about the whole exchange. He probably woke up and assumed he threw them away when he noticed he wasn't wearing them. It was probably stupid, an insignificant gesture with no meaning. But to Johnny, it felt like everything.

He sighed dreamily at the ceiling and felt the cool metal once more. Thunder roared outside. He thought about how he had felt in the man's arms. Thought about how much he wanted that again.

God.

His phone dinged and he immediately reached over to grab it.

I'm fucked, aren't I?

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Elsewhere, Ghost was in an airport terminal, having far too much time to think.

Over the weekend, it was almost impressive how many times Ghost had talked himself into and back out of giving Soap his dog tags. He really hoped he hadn't made a mistake.

Simon felt the spot that Johnny had kissed and wondered if he remembered it. Wondered if he had meant it.

Simon thought about how Johnny had looked cradled in his arms when he carried him to his room, the way he had reached out for him when he laid him in bed. The way he had grabbed his wrist and clung to it, grumbling when Simon tried to pull it back.

If asked, he'd say that he had woken up late and that's why he was so far behind schedule. He'd keep the part where he sat there, kneeled in front of Johnny's bed, waiting for him to fall back into a deep enough sleep to pull his arm away all to himself. After all, it would have been rude to wake him up, no?

He had made sure to plug up his phone and, upon seeing the forecasted weather, hesitated before opening the window. It was only barely cracked, just enough for the sounds of the outside world to shamble in, but not so wide as to worry about water damage. He stared at it, convincing himself not to worry and that Johnny would like waking up to the fresh air.

He turned back to make sure the man was still asleep, still comfy, but stopped for a moment. He approached the bed and hesitated before running his fingers through his stupid haircut, almost wishing the man would grab his arm and give him an excuse to stay.

He didn't. Simon did, however, lean in to give him one last kiss on the forehead as some stupidly sappy goodbye, before his brain turned back on and he ripped himself away.

What the fuck is wrong with you? What? He grabs your arm in your sleep so you feel entitled to be able to kiss him?

Simon backed away, staring at the hand that had just been in his hair. He felt dirty.

For fuck’s sake, relax. It's not that big of a deal, you did it earlier; the man fell asleep in your arms, a forehead kiss isn't too much of a stretch.

He went to the kitchen and scrubbed his hands for a while, only stopping when he thought about how much water he was wasting. He still felt dirty.

Not a stretch? You don't get to decide that. How would you feel if someone tried to kiss you while you were unconscious? If they said that they felt they should be allowed to do so because you fell asleep?

He had started making pancakes. Something quick, easy, and reheatable for when Soap woke up. Like making him breakfast would make up for trying to kiss him in his sleep.

Why can't you just be normal?

Eventually, and after a run-in with Soap’s hell-spawn of a twin, he had to leave. The time on his phone showed that he should probably already be halfway to the airport by now but he has always been a selfish man.

He had snagged some paper and left Soap a quick note, hoping the apology would make him feel better about worse sins than not waking him up. It didn't.

He stared at the man for a second, admiring him, before he reminded himself that he was a fucking creep and left.

The storm left the flight delayed by 1.5 hours. Ghost had sat waiting, wireless headphones on and connected, but not playing anything. He had far too much time to think.

Simon thought about how Johnny had looked, his dog tags around his neck, silhouetted by the fading light, the sun behind his head as if even the stars knew they could never compare to him.

He stood and started pacing. Amongst the screaming children, feuding families, and people who think they're entitled to listen to their music without headphones, one middle-aged man having an existential crisis didn't stick out.

He thought about how he had never understood weighted blankets so well until Johnny had thrown himself on top of him. It should've hurt. He should've been annoyed. Instead, Simon selfishly hoped he would never get up.

It took him a while to put his finger on what he had been feeling exactly. Finally, he realized.

There, in that moment, he had never been so happy to be alive. It was a startling emotion to discern amongst the swath of negativity he normally felt. It startled him so much, he had snapped out of his reverie and stopped short in his pacing. When he checked the time, he saw he had one missed text from Johnny.

Soap (art streamer): i was trying to think of an airplane joke but none of them landed

Simon chuckled and sat down; he almost forgot about their dumb little tradition.

Ghost: Disliked.

Soap (art streamer): everyone is so mean 2 me 💔

Ghost: It is not my fault your pun was so Boeing.

Soap (art streamer): well i thought i could wing it

Ghost: Did you look up what giving do-

Ghost: About the tags, you

Ghost: I think you make me want to live

Ghost sighed and fell back further into his seat, coming to a conclusion that his subconscious had long ago discovered.

I'm in love, aren't I?

Soap (art streamer): speechless huh? finally, the Wright reaction to my comedic genius

Ghost: Absolutely awful, Mactavish.

Soap (art streamer): :D

Took you long enough, dumbass.

<><><><>

Soap’s twin spent a good bit of time staring at her brother's new accessory.

“Is something wrong?” he challenged, hoping she wasn't in a bothersome mood.

She failed miserably at hiding her shit-eating grin but didn't care.

“Nope!” she replied.

She had run into Ghost early that morning before he left.

"Detergent."

She was pretty sure he never even learned her name, just jumped straight into calling her detergent.

"Ghoul," she greeted, glaring at the man.

Being required by law to not trust him, she checked on her brother as he was still gathering his things and noticed the necklace.

“You gave him your dog tags,” she accused, like she was framing him for murder.

“Yes, I did,” he replied casually, as per usual robbing her of the fight she so desperately wanted to pick.

“Did you tell him what it means?”

“...What does it mean?”

Damn, he was good. If she wasn't convinced that he was the devil incarnate, she might have fallen for his feigned ignorance.

“100 bucks and you buy my silence.”

“I don't know what you mean.”

“200 then.”

“It doesn't even mean anything.”

“Hmm. Well, I suppose you might be right… JOHN!” their neighbors were probably going to complain.

“What the fuck are you doing?” ooh he was getting panicked now.

“If it doesn't matter then you won't mind me telling him to look it up,” she started walking to his room, “JOHNSON!”

“Fucking Christ, woman! Just— Fucking— Here.”

He pulled out his wallet and started counting bills. Damn, that was easier than she thought.

“What did you say? 100?”

“Nope! That was before inflation. Now it’s 300.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? You said 200!”

“So you admit you tried to scam me?”

“Just take the 100 and g-”

She didn't even get to yell, he reached for more before she could finish taking a deep breath in.

“Just shut the fuck up! Here! Three fucking hundred!”

She was tempted to raise her price further, but she was no gambler, she was a strategist. She knew a defeated man when she saw one. If she played this right, she could extort money out of him for a long time to come.

Something, something, vampires not fully killing their victims and all that.

She took the money, counted it, and then held out her hand to shake.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Wraith!”

He didn't shake her hand.

“Christ, both of you are awful.”

He packed his stuff and left, broke, broken, and defeated.

She ate as many pancakes as she could, rich and victorious.

She thought about how much power, how much blackmail she had in this moment.

“I’m fantastic actually,” she walked to her room.

I am going to be so fucking rich by the time they get their shit together.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #streamer au #streamer! soap #streamer!soap #streamer! au #ft. Old Man Price and Chronic Shit Stirrer Twin Sister (unnamed) #ghost never changes soaps contact name #my version of ghost in this au has convinced himself that he's nothing more than an incel/neckbeard #and that's why he is the way that he is #[I know my mess of 'family hcs' or whatever was derailed to shit but I still think ghost would call his twin detergent] #i’m scheduling this for when i’ll be asleep so goodnight i hope you all sleep well and drink plenty of water #my writing

[noritoshiikamo]

double the trouble [osamu miya x y/n x atsumu miya ft sakusa kiyoomi]

cw threesome (+1 not directly receiving), two c/ock one hole, female receiving, male receiving, penetrative intercourse, breeding kink, spitting, dubious breeding

back from hiatus to say that i take back whatever the fuck i said about miya twin bcs i have a full blown shelf of their merch im a whore idk man its porn with minor plot i just want to take both miya twin together, never in fight tho

osamu has been obsessed with the idea of breeding you since graduation. it grew more and more obsessive the moment he found out, not from you, but his own twin brother that you have been on birth control.

“yer didn’t know?”

the words out of the blonde was like a laugh to his own face. osamu eyed him, hands working fast on the onigiri pretending not a single word said he said is being taken at heart. he was insulted. huffing, silently cursing as the inside of the onigiri leaked from his own carelessness–he sat it aside, putting his own attention to the flapping mouth in front of him.

atsumu was like a schoolgirl giggling, “oh yer really didn’t know.”

his eyes squinted, “should i be concern ‘bout this?”

the twin shook his head, picking apart the mess he made on the table, “t’was that one time, long time ago even, i think it was before we grad or was it her first time. she said that yer came in her, she was blabbering mess, whaddaya think i was gonna do? let her cry?” osamu’s breath hitched. he knew about it. didn’t think it was a big deal– he would marry you in a heartbeat and you said it was sorted. when you said sorted, he thought it was between you and your friends, not you and his stupid brother. “it was one time thing, i got her the pill yer take after you bang and it did the thingy that makes you not pregnant, i don’t know. after than all i know is she went on her pills. and yer mad, knew it. and now she’s gonna get the brunt of it.”

there’s this saying in the miya household; when someone’s mad, you don’t think—you dodged.

“don’t be stupid. whaddaya think i am? dad?” osamu scoffed as his other half whimpered at the poor smushed onigiri on the floor. “i could never hurt her.”

“you better be,” atsumu warned, “or i’m telling mum on ya.”

and that was the end of the discussion—with atsumu at least. the conversation lingered in osamu’s head like a bad migraine. in the dark, glancing at your body breathing gently with your shut eyes, he rolled over burying his face against your neck. am i a bad husband, he whispered his thoughts against your skin, tightening his arms around you as his eyes lidded close.

“why would you be?”

he froze. his question was not meant to be answered. you were supposed to be sleeping, nuzzling in his arm not awake. “sorry,” he murmured, hushing you back to sleep hoping you would let it go. “samu, why would you be a bad husband?” your voice were soft, laced with hoarseness of sleep.

“was just thinking about what tsumu said. but it’s tsumu, it’s stupid, go to sleep.” your body stiffened, rolling off his arms until you were propped face to face with him. you could barely make the outline of his face from the darkness of the room but you could feel that you were taking on a different side now. “atsumu said what?” you asked again. he let off a soft scoff, “should i be concerned of how many secrets are yer hiding from me with my own brother?” he didn’t mean to take such an accusatory tone but it came out so off. it was a fight before he knew it. he should’ve keep his mouth shut. but it ended with you both sleeping away from each other and now, every morning, like a salt in the wound, osamu would see you popped the pills from the pack, eyes on him not even budging as you swallowed it down.

so it is your only secret with tsumu.

it’s not fair.

it was between you and him but it felt more like you and his brother.

“can we at least talk about it?”

you held the glass to your lips. you both had never talk about it. babies weren’t something you foreseen in your future for at least—10 years. there shouldn’t be any talks, he would just need to pump you up for at least 5 minutes and you will need to deal with it for 9 months.

“what’s there to talk about, osa? i’m not ready.”

he inched closer, pulling the cup away from your lips. you could feel the bitterness of the pills lingering in your mouth threatening a puke fest. “yer be a great mum, what part are you not ready? financially— i’ve made enough for you to retire from work. physically? i could wake up any time of the day-”

you scoffed, “that’s because of your insomnia which-” you held your fingers up to stop him from opening his mouth, “i told you to take care of it. and you didn’t. you couldn’t take care of yourself and you think a baby is easy?”

“make a deal with me,” osamu blurted out, hands on your hips as he pushed you against the counter, prisoning you, “i promise and if it didn’t work out, yer have my full support in this. you can decide any time or not at all.” you rolled your eyes, arms crossed against your chest. “give me a month. if the swimmers didn’t stuck and you’re not pregnant, i’ll leave it alone. i’ll let ya decide after that. no babies even.”

you never seen osamu so serious, almost too serious. but you ended up saying yes anyway. just to get him off your back. it couldn’t be that bad right? it had been close to two weeks of you being off the pills.

yet you almost threw your purse to his face.

“we didn’t agree on that.”

“baby li—”

“no!” you screeched, throwing one of the pillows off the chair to his face, before slumming your ass on it. your eyes fell on him before to the other two figures sitting across you. “i know you’re insane like your brother, i’m not surprise,” you said pointing to atsumu, but the fingers moved to his left, “but you, you are supposed to be the sane one.” kiyoomi’s lips pressed flat. the tension in the room were so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

“y/n-kun, you don’t understand.”

“no, you don’t understand. what kind of russian roulette are you guys trying to play with me?” you laughed, falling backward against the chair, “oh you’re driving me insane. is this why you were trying to convince me to have a baby? i know you both are competitive but not like this. i’m not an animal you can breed and i’ll push out an entire litter!” kiyoomi didn’t blame you. spring on you, ambushing with a sudden family meeting only to drop that they want you to carry their child. specifically wanting atsumu to fuck you raw isn’t what you expected for a family dinner. he stood up, walking toward you before sitting on the floor. the desperation in his face almost made you fold. you sighed.

“did the last egg transplant fail too?” you asked, watching as his bouncy curls to cover his face as he nodded. “we are running out of ideas, we are running out money. the tests were fine. we got tested, we were both fine and the sperms were healthy. the donor is okay too. we are running out of wits. if we are going the other way, i would rather tsumu fuck around with you than some other girls out there.” he plead, clutching on to your hands, “you don’t have to decide now but just please think about it, okay?” kiyoomi muttered wholeheartedly, it almost heartbreaking to see how excited his eyes glowed when you mouthed a silent okay. you looked up, your husband moved hesitantly, fear of another pillow thrown to his face. but you didn’t flinched as he took a seat on the floor beside him, resting his chin against your thighs. his arms around your bare legs, eyes fluttering as your fingers brushed his cheeks.

“how would this work anyway? i don’t exactly have how to guide on how to fuck my fruity brother in law in front of my own husband—god, this is not what i have in this year’s bingo card,” feeling the words vomiting out of your mouth felt surreal. you felt osamu’s hand caressing the inside of your leg, gently squeezing it. “i’ll be there. i’ll join you if you want too. we can take turn, whatever’s the most comfortable.”

you watched at the black haired ace shook his head. your brow shot up questioning his disagreement. “if you both take turns, chances are the previous sperms will get pushed out the next cock. it’s the defense mechanism. if samu fucks you first, his baby has little to none chances and i’m sure you wouldn’t want to go with tsumu first.” your head spun as the two dumbasses scrambled their thoughts. since when even samu ever focused in his classes. words were going in one ear and another, they didn’t even notice you had moved. your legs taken control moving softly against the carpet and before you knew, you were on atsumu’s lap, lips pressed first pushing him down on the sofa. the two em startled.

“well, i guess it’s her way?”

someone said but you couldn’t registered who. he kissed differently. maybe because it wasn’t his lips to kiss but he did it with least possessiveness. it was almost gentle, with his hand slowly around your waist. osamu flushed, he could feel blood rushing all over him, out of lust or shame who could know? if he would’ve gone back in time to when he was a teen, telling him that he was about to go down on a threesome, the younger would’ve laughed at him. osamu let you know his presence with his fingers around the waistband pulling your lower half bare.

you were startled, like being hit by a bucket of cold water but his lips never left you and soon you were losing article of clothes after another. your bare tits are suddenly in atsumu’s fist and you were fighting to close your legs when osamu’s fingers danced along your slit. you gasped when his lips moved to latch around your tits while the other’s spitting against your cunt. it was overwhelming. the first lick almost threw you off balance, arms shaking you felt down against the older brother. hold her down, someone said and you felt tsumu’s hand around your wrist pressing it down against your back. you whined, it hurts yet you could feel your husband’s tongue swirling around your slit, overwhelming it with pleasure.

atsumu moved from underneath you, belt clanking before the position changed again. your hand moved to grab his wrist, roughly yanking your head by hair until you were face to face his own growing cock. there’s a major difference between osamu and atsumu. tsumu’s little cleaner, well trimmed, surprisingly matching skin tone. his cock erected with a slight bank to the right, yet the print was just the same; thick and veiny. he asked you spit on it and you obliged, watching as the thick fluid spread down along his precum down the pink mushroom tip.

it was hard to focus on his order when the other was pushing you so close to edge. “f-fuck, samu slow i-” you cried, hand reaching backward hard against his head, but osamu wasn’t budging. he looked up, face flushed with his tongue inside your hole and his brother’s cock against his wife’s face. tsumu’s swollen pink tip brushed your lips, planting little kisses before a soft nudge pushed it deeper inside. the twin couldn’t hold the deep moan from the back of his throat, the rough pad of his palm running gently through your hair pushing you deeper. your tongue swirled around the length, feeling its prodding veins with the tip slowly inching deeper until your nose pressed against his base.

“christ, that’s fuckin’ deep.”

osamu shot down the smirk off his twin, flipping his finger off. his palm grabbed a handful of your ass, landing a playful smack. you let out a chortled moan, hands against the thigh as you struggled to catch a breath. tsumu took pity, pulling away with a soft pop. strings of saliva connected to your lips as you coughed, tears streaming down your cheek. your body shuddered, gripping the edge of the sofa. samu wasn’t stopping. not even to breath that it sent you into a mess. atsumu couldn’t explain the joy of seeing you looking up, in so much pleasure yet pleading for him for mercy. he didn’t know what possessed him, fingers grabbing your cheeks pushing it together until your mouth were apart and spitted in.

you barely had time to respond, not even osamu ever spitted in you. yet you couldn’t find any strength to bark back, forced to swallow as your knot snapped. your first orgasm was a blessing. your husband’s name came out your throat all choked up, eyes rolled back all atsumu could see was white. not a drop was wasted, osamu’s loud slurps echoed the room, lapping your slit through the orgasm. your muscle tensed, soothed by his palm running gently against the side of your thighs and he let go. his lips planted a sloppy wet kiss against your flesh before leaving a hand mark. "well, shit i didn't expect this to be that intense," you pant, slumping forward forehead buried in the soft cushion of the sofa. but the twins had better idea, you are not getting any rest.

you were trained for samu.

your cunt were made for him, he knows that; he made that happen. you knew him all back from school. high school sweetheart they said, not that you ever pride on your first time. you had been resident of inarizaki's dorm for years now, commuting was simply not an option and with your parents in the middle of divorce, you volunteered. daddy gave a lot of apologies in form of useless monetary value, including your own personal ground floor dorm. no roommates, two single beds pushed together and two wardrobes, you could almost taste what freedom meant without your parents. what school doesn't enjoy donations. teenagers are fully of hormones, enough that you were willing to sneak your boyfriend of one year in. it was good, enough for a second round before he had to excuse himself, but awkward as no one every tell you that sex wasn't like what porn had presented itself. that was also your first pregnancy scare that had you running for atsumu's help. after that it improved.

improved to the point that your fingers meant nothing but a slight squint in his eyes as he leaned over the kitchen counter enough to make you wet. you are meant for him. your body craved him.

your head spun, drowsy from your high as you let your husband lifted you up. you knew what rest between the valley of your ass was him growing, greedy cock. you felt conscious suddenly as your eyes met the blonde, skin tinting as you felt osamu's lips littered around the column of your neck. "she's different," you heard him speak, his beefy arms moved you again that you could see the angry leaking tip between your thigh, brushing against your cunt dangerously, "she likes her thighs caressed more than her side, her tits are more sensitive after her second orgasm, the sloppier, the better." you whined as his kisses turned into a full nipping fest, almost like he was marking her. you knew what he was doing. he was setting an expectation, a boundary, a reminder that he was about to share something he had never thought of sharing before. atsumu and osamu had been sharing almost everything in their lives, but you– you were strictly osamu's.

"samu, yer not jealous are you?" tsumu grinned, hand stroking along his spit covered cock

"m'not. you just have a habit of fucking up my stuff that i was willing to pretend i'm okay with,"you gasped as he suddenly yanked your head backward, your eyes locked. you almost couldn't hide the grin you had on your face as osamu leaned down to kiss you, "not this one. this one is mine. and yer not fucking this shit up."

the other half's grin couldn't be more annoying but you pushed it to the back of your head. that was easy to do especially when osamu was guiding your body, grinding your soaking cunt against his length. "yer okay baby?" he hummed his question against your bare skin. you nodded, breath hitching every time his tip hit your clit. "i think we are getting slightly impatient but i don't think you are ready, do you trust me?"

"yes, samu."

you could almost see the shit eating grin on his face, "that's my good girl."

soon the grinding was getting on your nerve, you wished you hid your whining better. but marriage life has trained osamu to catch these little things. when you wife is unhappy, you would do anything and everything to make it better. and what could be better more that to finally push himself in into your throbbing hole. just the tip in and you couldn't hide the satisfying chortles out of your throat. every inch in loosening the tense in your muscle until you were slumping against his chest, head against his shoulder. every time your trembling thighs itched to close from the overwhelming pleasure, osamu clicked his tongue. "don't be rude, y/n-san, we have a guest." you almost forgot the existence of the two people in the room.

everyone knows atsumu has always been into the best of both world. it wasn’t something he had explicitly hidden growing up. he enjoyed attention of any genders. to say that he was inexperienced was just plainly wrong. your body jolted as atsumu spread your thighs further. his body kept your legs apart, you could feel his cock brushing against your mount. osamu kept himself occupied, tainting your neck as atsumu kissed you. it was wet, full of tongue. he swallowed your moans, praised you with every stroke of the tongue. “god, i would fuck you dumb right now if osamu isn’t selfish,” he grinned, brushing your nose against his own playfully before moving away. he kissed your jaw, occupying the other side of your neck.

if you ever told a 16 years old you that one day, you’ll have the famous miya twin lapping, bruising and kissing your neck all at once, your younger self would call you a joke, in your dream maybe.

atsumu moved lower, licking your collarbone before finding solace by your aching tits. you never know how gentle he could be, cupping your flesh before his tongue enveloped your hardened bud. the way he looked up to you, tongue swirling along before pulling away with soft pop.

“c’mon samu, how fucking long are you going to blue ball me here,” the older twin whined.

“she’s not stretched enough,” osamu muttered, half moaning as his hips rutted deeper. the other twin shrugged as he spitted down against your aching cunt. “she will, i’ll make sure of that,” tsumu held his cock, tip catching the spit as he gently rub his cock along your clit. you looked up to your husband, sharing a nervous look. you watched as curses escaped his lips, forehead wrinkling in pleasure. his other hand moved against your jaw, his kiss was furious and full of lust. “focus on me,” he whispered against your lips, “yer gonna take that like a fucking champ.” he watched you intently. you know why, you could feel it. tsumu was pushing against your opening. your eyes widened, watered, fingers clawing against osamu’s arm as he was quick to cover your mouth. osamu did a great job loosening you up that tsumu’s tip slipped in so easily. you trashed weakly in his arm. your husband’s praises went in and out of your ears like a breeze. your brain were a fuzz, all you could think off is there were two cock in you.

it felt kind odd, to samu mostly, to be squeezed in a tight space with his twin’s cock pressing against his own. he didn’t dare to move. it was all on atsumu. there was a lot of spitting, gentle push and a whole lot of his thumb along your clit. the circles helped as he pushed half of himself in. “fuck,” you heard osamu groaned into your ear, face buried in the side of your head. you loved how red tainted his skin. even without moving, atsumu’s rocking hips were giving both of you enough friction of pleasure. the sofa creaked as atsumu rutted in, slick sound of your folds against the two cocks and his thumbs echoed the room. “m’cummin’-please,” your moans muffled. it was too much, the tight feeing of your cunt around it meant atsumu was actively fucking straight into your g-spot. another one of the twin’s hand pressed down on your belly pushing you down at angle, soft curse escaped his lips as he could feel himself against the skin.

“you’re soaking wet, y/n, fuck,” atsumu giggled, but his giggles grew when he realised. “fuck, samu, your wife is squirting,” every thrust, more liquid sprayed against pelvic. you weren’t just squirting, atsumu just send you through your second orgasm by sheathing his entire girth deep. you were hazy, head resting against osamu’s shoulder. you were still gripping against samu’s arm, head trying to figure out the words flying around the room.

“fuck, you’re all in? i almost fucking cum.”

“don’t blame me, she wasn’t fully stretch,” one of them said annoyingly, “it’s not helping that she was fucking cumming. it was hot tho, she fucking drenched me, what a cunt,” the praise came with a light tapping against your sensitive clit. the tapping turned into a full on rubbing, “what a good fucking cunt tho.”

“samu,” your call startled the twin.

he kissed your cheek, bringing your trembling palm against his cheeks, planting kisses on the soft pad, “yes baby, look at you. fuck, baby you look so good, i wish you could see it.”

“s’full,” you sniffled, “so s’full, move.”

the twin agreed, showering your skin with kisses and praises. the overwhelming feeling of your cunt stretching must felt uncomfortable. they let you set the pace. leaning against tsumu’s chest for support, samu held you by the hips as you slowly moved it upward. their cocks glistening in the mix of fluid and the strings of messes. you stopped just by the tip, the brothers held their breaths as your hips moved in. the room echoed with your combined moans. your tongue wrestled atsumu’s briefly before he pulled away, leaning back as he watched your hips rocked. his eyes darted between your tits and your cunt slapping against his pelvic.

impatience brewed between the two brothers.

“baby, if yer teasing us, it’s working but truth be told i can’t stand it,” osamu whined, gripping your ass, a small pout grew on your husbands’ face. “shut your face it’s full,” you snapped, clenching your walls as you fought the tensing knots in your belly. you heard a faint whistle and someone was talking about how you were about to cum again. you breath out, half hearted laugh echoed the room as you turned your head back, his grin annoyed you, “oh, f-fuck off, sakusa.” the way his name escaped your lips, the way your tongue enunciated every syllables send shivers down his spine. kiyoomi wanted to bark back, but he saw the shared glance between the twin.

your shocking scream were a payback he craved.

the twins took over, patience thinner than the knot that snapped the moment they jackhammered into you. they held you down, osamu’s hands around your waist while atsumu’s rough palm gripped your thighs down as they fucked you through your high. they took turn, atsumu in and osamu’s out. your nectar spurted everywhere, against their peck, down your thighs and pooling on the sofa underneath. you cried out, their names out like a prayer, begging for them to slow down. your cunt can take both of them in, its the pleasure was ridiculously unbearable. they were coaxing an orgasm after another from you.

your cries were louder, in kiyoomi’s head he couldn’t differentiate whether it was pain or pleasure. but you were a champ, taking two cocks straight into the same stretching holes he could see outline along your belly every time one pushed deep then the other. “s’much,” he heard but none of the brothers were slowing down, completely drunk out of their mind. kiyoomi closed in, brushing stray from your cheek, the sudden gentleness against your skin startled you. your eyes fluttered open, salty tears dripped down your flushed cheeks. your eyes were blown up, full of lust and pleasure. “omi,” you whined, “slower,” but he hushed you, brushing your lips lightly as your palms gripped his shirt in support. he felt an arm roaming along his body, clinking of belt soon followed and his pants loosened. “you’re doing good,” his word started, boxer down pooling around his legs as someone spitted on his half hard cock, “d’ya wanna feel good, i feel good,” he whined, fang grasped against your own swollen lips as a pair plump lips wrapped itself around his cock. he cupped your face rougher, teeth clashed as he kissed you hard.

kiyoomi was overwhelmed. strings of moans from his own husband and out of your mouth were drowsy. “fuck, y/n, i feel good,” he chuckled, running his hand through the soft blonde hair of atsumu, looking up obediently with cock in his mouth.

osamu was ninety percent horny, deep in focus in breeding his wife’s pussy faster than his twin. the other ten percent were completely laced in jealousy. how dare you moaned someone’s else name. his hand left your side trailing upward until it wrapped perfectly around the column of your neck, with enough space for his thumb to invade your plump lips. kiyoomi shot you a grin and wink, before looking down happily to his own husband’s bobbing head. his warm breath tickled your lobe, sending waves of spineless shivers along your arching back. “omi?” he whispered only enough for you to catch, shoving his cock greedily into your cunt, ignoring the dissatisfied whine of his twin. “i would’ve taken that polite little miyas whine out of your lips but omi?”

your glossy eyes met his droopy sharp gaze as you tilted back. with whatever space left, you tried to shake your head, tongue weighted down as you struggled to apologize. osamu’s grin grew, all he was looking down was his sorry wife, cunt and head drunk in cock, slurring words but was came out was just drool on the corner of your lips. you promised it was just thought–something that was just a flash of thoughts. you whined, teeth clenching down on his thumb as someone shifted. the speed changed again, rougher than he could feel your own thighs trembling against his own.

“samu, quit bullying her,” tsumu chuckled, taking a break from his own aching jaw, hands moving around his husband’s cock.

“i’m not bullying,” he stole a glance, kissing your cheeks, tasting the salty remnant against it as he nipped your skin light, “am i bullying you baby?” his spit covered palm gently tapped against your cheek. you gasped a no, shaking your head firmly. satisfied with your answer, his grip tightened around the neck to continue his little assault. “that’s my wife. my slutty little wife. it’s not ‘nough you have mine in but my twin also and you want a taste of omi’s cock too?” he clicked his tongue in disagreement, “my wife thinks she can take 3 cocks deep, you are already this numb and dumb with two, you think your pretty tight cunt can take another?” he loved it, the apology, the refusal, the begging look in your eyes.

two cocks in and your loyalty still stand with him.

that was like a stroke on his ego. especially when your cunt were spasming, tightening up around his cock as he milked you out of your umpteenth orgasm. your nails dug deep into his skin, sobbing out of your chest as you struggled to keep your conscious. he cut off the bullying, lavishing your neck with licks and kisses. his words were now gentler, full of praises. “baby,” he nuzzled against the crook, pressing against where your heartbeat were an erratic mess, “baby, m’gonna cum.” it wasn’t a request, but a promise.

atsumu’s moan echoed the same sentiment. his grip to your thighs tightened. omi was long gone, what was left was spurts of thick white fluid, painting his face a mess, some dribbling down his lips. their palms were roaming, grabbing your tits, your thighs with bruises bound to make its appearance when morning comes. samu was fully supporting your body. you were slurring their names, eyes half close aas you rested your forehead against your husband’s.

“s’good,” you chortled weakly, “cuminme please.”

osamu laughed, his own spine trembled in excitement, “okay baby, we’ll cum in you. get yer full with babies okay?” his cock twitched as you nodded excitedly, a small cute pout on your lips grew as you whine your exhaustion. his wife had just begged him to cum in her, that was everything he could ever wanted for the past few months. he just wanted to fuck all his cum deep in you.

“cummies, samu,” you whined, “tsumu!”

“close, i’m fucking close, fuck, if you keep clenching your cunt like that i’m gonna fucking burst, y/n.” tsumu spitted, grabbing a handful of your bouncing tits.

osamu was deep in dazed, focused in his thrusts. like hell atsumu was gonna let it happened. he deserved a baby of his own. omi deserved a baby. you could feel the competitiveness against your sore cervix. the loud fuck echoed the space as the older twin came first, his thighs trembled as he continued to cum, painting your walls white. his nail left a long mark against your thighs. osamu came after, just as the other slipped out half hard. his teeth dug deep against your shoulder as his hips jerked forward. you felt fuller than before.

you listened weakly as the twin bickered again. of how samu was wasting so much and the older forcing him to ensure to fuck every single drop in you. your body ached as your husband settled you on the sofa. pillow above your hips, you lowkey felt empty inside. the brothers looked confuse as you laughed, osamu called for you but you hushed him in haze.

“yer so nosy, shut up, i’m sleepy.”

osamu laughed, leaving you alone as he dragged his other half by his hair away.

it was a long year after.

your labour was a hefty 12 hours journey. to osamu, it was a wait worth his time. your baby is healthy seven pound, full term and naturally birthed baby.

atsumu and kiyoomi shared a defeated look, but a small smile grew on their face. “next time okay?” kiyoomi tightened the grip of his fingers against the blonde. he nodded weakly. the baby was a spitting image of you and osamu. your pretty cheeks and nose yet the baby’s eyes glowed in osamu’s greyish glint, small mouth and his natural dark hair. “she’s probably high on the drug, i hold samu and you snatched the baby, we’ll meet at the airport, deal?” atsumu whispered jokingly his plans to his partner. kiyoomi’s brows shot up. osamu could only shake his head, the smile on his face were permanent as he hugged your shoulder, watching as the baby snored softly against your arms. funny how half of kiyoomi’s heart almost agreed until he heard your soft voice calling for your husband.

you shared a look, you muttered a question, his heart skipped a beat as he nodded. osamu never held a baby before, not if you count his annoying twin brother. his palm trembled lightly as you placed the baby in his arms. a soft coos escaped the baby’s lips as they moved before easing against osamu’s chest, falling straight back to sleep. between the chaos, osamu didn’t realised that the baby had gripped onto his finger. his heart fluttered as the grip tightened.

“hello, it’s me, your papa.”

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[ritz-writes]

@asleepyy so sorry for tagging u twice in one day and i hope im not bothering u with my brain rot 😅

but yes, i did actually dissect the lyrics. yes, i am actually insane. and yes, i love this au quite a lot.

here are my notes and what i think each song represents, tho its mainly just the vibes i get. i made notes as i listened to them (note: i see songs almost always in animatic form. idk if that will effect how i imagine what each song means, but i thought it might be worth mentioning)

join me as i lose my mind over the course of an hour and a half

say what you think: def making me think of them both in heaven and jophiel wanting to ask questions.

running up that hill: AHH this one hurt. very obvious as well. jophiel seeing that azazel shouldnt be a demon. "And if I only could I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get Him to swap our places." i am sobbingggg

what difference does it make?: at first i was going to say its jophiel wanting to figure out what went wrong but azazel makes them promise not to, but i think its better suited for azazel understanding hes a demon, but he cant help but still have faith in the almighty

please please please let me get what i want: fuckkk is this about azazel being a demon but still wanting to do good 😭 short but still painful

ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've): my first reaction to the title alone was like the second image of the kambucha girl meme. anyway i think this one is about them becoming friends (or more?? 👀) but knowing its seen as wrong. "And if I start a commotion, I run the risk of losing you and that's worse" makes me also think of jophiel talking to the metatron and realizing he shouldnt ask about azazel lest he risk the poor thing being smited.

nothing critical: ohhhh this one gives hella vibes of jophiel not trusting heaven and knowing "something isnt right here" in regards to the fall-- HOLD UP "I know, someone had to go, If not him it'd be me instead" HELLO??? aziraphale asking for jophiel??? is this like after he finds out what azazels name used to be??

flowers never bend with the rainfall: hmm... i feel like this is a plot point song. not sure why. but "And I hide behind the shield of my illusion" makes me think it pertains to azazel

bird in space: oh this ones a bit tricky. i think ive reached the songs that no longer fit the lore we've been given thus far. so the only thing i can think rn is jophiel enjoying earthly pleasures? not rlly sure

angel, won't you call me?: oh fuckkk is this about a fight they have? "I fled at the face of my rival. When I felt his breath at the back of my neck. Angel, won't you call?" theres no way that isnt about azazel saying smth and then leaving, only to be scared he severed his tie to the only person thats been nice to him.

the stranger: first of this is a bop and im loving it. very groovy. the first thing that comes to mind is the "choose your faces wisely" prophecy. ooo is this about jophiel trying to convince azazel hes still meant to be an angel? that he wasnt meant to fall? also, the last verse is sticking out to me... not sure why

all i think about now: fuckkkkk this is giving me the vibes of jophiel finding out azazel Fell cuz of him and feeling guilty about it. "If I'm late, can I thank you now?" FUCKING OW?? oh yeah for sure this is about jophiel finding out and being sucker punched with guilt

ill be your mirror: oh goddd this song. i know crowley listens to this song but i cant remember what its about so lets see. AH SHIT YEAH THATS RIGHT. okay so jophiel reminds azazel that he is inherently good, regardless of if hes a demon. thats what im getting from this (also just tihnking of that ask i sent about the reflective sunglasses bthwjegkrw)

me and my husband: okay all im getting from this is "they r down bad". they r very very very much in love. getting vibes of this being after they stop the apocolypse. or maybe their feelings developing thru the centuries

time in a bottle: oh man this song always gets me. okay so, this and the last song r giving the oh-shit-i-might-be-in-love vibes. but this one is with jophiel's pov, while me and my husband is azazel's

ritz note: the last couple songs have been cute and lovey and i am now terrified of what the next ones r gonna be. cuz i know this fandom. and i am not ready for the pain. i am afraidddd

lonesome town: i fucking called it i knew the happy wouldnt last 😭😭 they had a fight didnt they. yeahhh they had a fight. FUCK why is this so sad but so pretty

across the universe: is this one sad too??? hang on theres a bit thats not in english, what does that mean... "Hail to the Heavenly Teacher." okay so i assume this is an azazel song. this is just making me think of the bookshop fire, but its azazel thinking jophiel died 😭 ....i am staring at the lyircs. i am glaring at the lyrics. this song MEANS something. i just dont know what. but its important. im squinting at it very hard (note: i came back to this song and am STILL glaring at it. its like. its like im seeing it covered in sand but i know theres gold underneath. i cant SEE the gold, but i know its there. this is driving me nuts /pos)

no wonder i: hm.. im not rlly sure with this one. OH?? is this azazel finding out heaven isnt that good?? "Suddenly I'm not so sure. That intentions can be pure." hmmmmmmm

what do they know?: holy shit okay this is a completely different kind of song than the others. im.... glaring at these lyrics too. feels like a plot point but cant tell what it is. i think its about jophiel? maybe heaven too?? idk im grasping at straws with this one

sea of love: oh yay a happy song again 😌 okay this is just short and sweet. gives me forgiveness and/or confession vibes.

who are you, really?: this one sounds important and i am glaring!! makes me think of "we dont need heaven we dont need hell" and also "a demon/angel that goes along with hell/heaven as far as he can". also just makes me think of jophiel speaking.

the moon will sing: i fucking love this song but i dont think ive ever looked at the lyrics so lets goooo. right away i see "I could have been anyone, anyone else. Before you made the choice for me" and think of aziraphale asking and falling for jophiel, and in a way making the choice of jophiel staying an angel. "Instead, I made a bed with apathy" jophiel trying not to care about a random demon. "I shine only with the light you gave me" jophiel giving azazel ideas on how to do "good" while being "bad". also with that line, thinking of azazel saying that to god and being sad about having fallen AUGHH i have a whole animatic in my head with this song and im losing my mind

matephor: hnnnn another important sounding song. jophiel vibes. fight song perhaps?? "Don't look too hard 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me" azazel vibes??? this one is elusive to me but i love it. okay im slowly getting more azazel vibes. like azazel trying to convince jophiel that he is a demon and fell for a reason

providence: right away getting "heaven and hell r bad" vibes. OHH okay okay this is giving me hella jophiel vibes, but specificly snarky and sassy jophiel vibes. of being like "oh yes heaven is oh so great, we kill children! but its for the greater good, of course. gotta beat hell and all that, even at the cost of innocents. all for the almighty and her ineffable plan." (this song is a bop omg)

earth angel: oh i know this one but only with crowley and aziraphale, so im excited to listen to it with an oopsie omens mind set. omg wait why does it hit HARDER. love sick azazel is such a cute image 🥺🥰

what more can i do: hmm.. them being in love but knowing its "forbidden"? cant tell who i imagine with it more

starman: this is just them. classic good omens song, regardless of the au. love to see it 💖

a pearl: AH FUCK ANOTHER SAD ONE. mitski whyy. hm.. azazel song? jophiel?? i think jophiel... tho my mind might be turning to mush at this point so im not sure. one of them is sad

duvet: oh def azazel vibes. oh maybe some jophiel vibes too?? i can see it swaping povs. i think it fits azazel more tho.

ritz note: OKAY the next song is in a different language and for a split second i legit thought i was having a stroke when i pulled up the lyrics ngl bgkewrrkjq

différent de toi: no idea what this song is about but its pretty 😊

oh thats all of them! i think the first half is more coherent observations, while the second half is just... rambling a bit lmao. idk if any of this makes sense. i might also be looking for things that arent there with these songs, but oh well. this was fun!

and now, after looking back at them all, i really does just slowly derail near the end lmao

#kinda hesitant to post this #but i think i put too much work into it not to so #here we go <3 #good omens #good omens au #ritz rambles #long post

[eomayas]

may i ask a baekhyun scenario? unplanned pregnancy and he doesn't want the baby. reader resists. anything about cold/bad/fucboy or what else 🤣 but happy end please. 🥺🥺 I want to see s/o's happiness.

omg 😭 anon i’m so sorry for how this turned out i hope you like it 😭😭😭 fuckboy baekhyun makes me feel insane i feel crazy for writing this! beware of the worst baekhyun you’ll probably ever read on my page ! i do not condone this behavior at all yall.. have fun with this. thank you for the ask also!! 🩷🩷

unplanned • bbh [req]

pairing: fuckboy!baekhyun x pregnant!reader, fwb (?) relationship

synopsis: you find out you’re pregnant with baekhyuns baby, and he wants nothing to do with you (or it).

genre: ANGSTTTTTTTTTT

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, baekhyun is awful, like really awful. reader has a poor sense of self worth/respect :((. but the ending is kind of happy (ish??).

two red lines only mean one thing on this test; so does the word ‘pregnant’. three pregnancy tests lay on your bathroom counter, all concluding the same thing: you’re pregnant.

“well?” your friend, chaeyoung, asks on the other line. you called her when you woke up vomiting, after feeling nauseous for the last three days. she’s the one who bought you the tests, dropping them off at your work on her lunch break and telling you to call her immediately when you take them.

you don’t even know how your lasted at work today, feeling sick the entire day and vomiting every time you went to the bathroom. you had hoped it was just food poisoning, and had managed to convince yourself all day that it was, even when chaeyoung brought you the tests. up until now, your hope for food poisoning was going strong.

letting out a shaky breath, you say, “well, im pregnant,” your voice breaking on the last syllable. a nasty sob escapes your mouth and you drop the phone onto the counter, covering your mouth as the tears start streaming. your whole body shakes as you bawl into your hands, your tears gathering in your hands and sliding down your arms.

“i’m coming over,” you hear chaeyoung say, and you start shaking your head as if she can see you.

“no, chae, it’s fine,” you cry, wiping underneath your eyes with the back of your hand, though it does nothing because the tears keep flowing. you’re not ready to have a baby, not even close. it wasn’t even planned.

“y/n, i’m coming over,” your friend says. you can hear shuffling, and you panic as you try to find the nicest way to tell her to stay the hell away from you.

“chae, stop please! i just want to be alone right now,” you sniffle and hear her sigh.

“you need support.”

“i haven’t even told baekhyun,” you moan out, the realization crashing down on you. that alone makes you start bawling again, not ready to deal with him and his reaction to this.

“oh god. y/n, i feel like i should come over,” chaeyoung says, and because she’s your best friend and you don’t have any energy to fight with her, you mumble an ‘ok’.

twenty minutes later, chaeyoung arrives with boba and a few snacks. you feel drained, and your skin feels tight due to the dried tears on your face. chaeyoung throws her arms around you once she’s inside of your apartment and all of her items are on the counter.

the two of you don’t say anything as you hug tightly, silently crying on her shoulder. chaeyoung rubs your back soothingly and tells you that it’ll be okay, but you don’t believe her. there’s so many things that you need to do, like tell your family, figure out doctors appointments, build a nursery, talk to the father of your child. but nothing feels possible, it all feels overwhelming and out of reach. “cmon, let’s sit,” chaeyoung says, grabbing the drinks and walking into your living room.

the both of you sit on your couch and pop the straws through the film lid, and drink. you barely take a sip, letting your lips wrap loosely around the straw, your mind everywhere but here. “talk ti me, y/n. let it all out,” chaeyoung says, scooting closer to you and wrapping her arms around you. you lean into her and let out a shaky breath.

all you can think about is baekhyun, and his reaction. you know it’ll be bad, and you’ll probably end up crying like you always do. he doesn’t spare your feelings ever, and can’t imagine him doing so when you tell him, and it makes your heart ache in the worst way. if your relationship wasn’t already messy and bad enough, it just got incredibly worse.

“i cant tell baekhyun,” you say. you feel chaeyoung let out a breath, and you’re grateful that you can’t see her face, because her expression would definitely make you cry. chaeyoung hates baekhyun, to put it simply, and has made ir clear that she doesn’t support you fucking with him to any degree.

“you know you have to,” she says. you close your eyes to keep the tears at bay. “do it now, before it’s too late.” and by too late, she means before you have 3 months to figure out if you’re going to be a single parent, or not.

you’d like to think that baekhyun wouldn’t be against raising this baby with you, but you know, deep down, that he he is going to be. hell would have to freeze over before he’d even consider playing the role of this baby’s father.

you pull yourself out of chaeyoungs embrace and lean back against the couch. you feel her eyes on you, and you take a drink of your boba to busy yourself. “you know i’ll always be here for you,” she says, and you nod. chaeyoung and you have been through a lot, emotionally, and it all started when you began sleeping with baekhyun. she hated (and still does) the way he treated you, like you a toy he could play with when he was bored. he’d call you up in the middle of the night and tell you to come over, hed show up unannounced and expect you to be ready and waiting for him, hed message and go out with other women, and you’d still stick around. for some reason, you defended him from all of her criticisms, which was the main reason the both of you stopped communicating for awhile.

“i know,” you say quietly.

“and i care about you. which is why this is the one and only time i’m going to tell you to call him, because he deserves to know,” she says, running a hand through her hair. you think back to your phone that you left in the bathroom, and you wished you would have flushed it down the toilet instead.

you can’t even think about what you’d even text him. you rarely ever ask him for favors, like to call you, nor do you ever really text him. you once tried to keep a conversation with him, but by the third text he stopped responding, and didn’t respond for days until he told you he was on his way to your house.

begrudgingly, you get up and walk to the bathroom to retrieve your phone. you open it and click on your messages with baekhyun, and start to scroll.

thursday

y/n: are you busy?

6:23 pm

baekhyun: come over

11:53 pm

tuesday

y/n: come over?

7:30 pm

saturday

y/n: come to onyx tonite

8:50 pm

friday

baekhyun: come over

10:35 pm

y/n: ok omw

10:37 pm

you could cry, looking at the messages. it’s pathetic, really. you guys never really communicated beyond being in the bed with each other. the only times you both talked, was during the beginning, but once he figured out that you were at his beck and call, the talking dwindled. sometimes, all you got from him were grunts, not even a greeting.

you sulk back into the living room, phone in hand and dignity in the garbage. “what do i even say?” you ask your friend.

“tell him to come over,” she sighs, rubbing her forehead. you bite your bottom lip and aimlessly type the message and send it without second thought. you gingerly take a seat on the couch, your phone burning a hole in your hand.

you expected silence, and after ten minutes and no response from him, you sigh and pick your phone up, contemplating if you should text him again. “just do it,” chaeyoung says, reading your mind. and so you double text him, for the first time since you two got involved. in the beginning, you didn’t feel uneasy about double texting, but that fear quickly seeped in when he simply wouldn’t respond, like ever, to any message if you sent more than one.

when you don’t get another response after a total of thirty minutes, you dial his number, almost blindly. you can’t even remember the last time you called him, but you have this number memorized despite it all. it’s tattooed in your brain from all the times you wanted to but didn’t.

the line rings and rings, until you get the message to leave a voicemail. so you do. “hey, baek… come over when you get this,” you say, and quickly end the call. your stomach has dropped to your ankles, and you want to die.

chaeyoung anxiously chews at her fingernails. “call again,” she says.

“but he’s not going to answer. and i dont want to tell him over the phone,” you say, tightly holding your phone between your hands.

“just try again. trust me.”

so you do. and to your surprise, he answers towards the last couple of rings, pure agitation in his voice. “fuck, y/n, what?” he asks. baekhyun pushes the forehead of sohee, the girl currently on her knees in between his legs, away from his crotch. “what do you want?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. sohee rests her cheek against his thigh and looks up at him, and baekhyun smirks down at her and drags a hand down the side of her face before pulling at her bottom lip with his thumb.

“i-i just wanted to see if you were free,” you say, cursing yourself mentally and not having your shit together. baekhyun didn’t like when you were unsure or nervous about something; it turned him off. if you were indecisive about going to his house or yours, he’d just cancel all together. “just come over when you can, ‘kay?” you say, pacing the living.

“yeah, okay, whatever. that it?” he asks, pulling him thumb out of sohee’s mouth.

“yes, by-“ he doesn’t let you finish and hangs up, tossing his phone behind him and looking down at the poor girl between his legs. if she had any bit of brains, she’d leave now and never look back. but like most of the women baekhyun is involved with, they never do.

when baekhyun is done with sohee, he leaves without as much as a goodbye. he vaguely tells her he’ll see her again, but never specifies when. she watches him leave, feeling confused and empty and wanting more. and maybe that’s why they all stick around for him, because he leaves them feeling like a piece of them is missing and they’re desperately chasing it, trying to get it back.

he decides to entertain you and come over, despite your neediness. that’s another thing baekhyun didnt appreciate; clingy and neediness. he hated when women wanted him so much, it made him feel trapped and confined. baekhyun didn’t like feeling trapped or tied down to anything.

baekhyun doesn’t text you that he’s on his way, he just shows up at your door. when you hear the knocks, you jump up, having forgotten that he was supposed to come over because two hours feels like ages ago.

when you look through the peephole, your heart drops and your palms start to sweat. you pull the door open and baekhyun up-nods at you and let’s himself in. you close the door behind him and lean against it as he comfortably makes his way through your house. that is all about to change in a few seconds.

you make your way into the living room and see bakehyun sitting on your couch, scrolling through his phone. he looks up when he hears your foot steps, and frowns. “why are you acting weird?” he asks.

“i’m not,” you definitely are.

“yes, you are. stop it,” he says, going back to his phone. it’s now or never.

“baekhyun, i need to talk to you,” you say, still standing in the entry of your living room. he lets out a sigh and looks at you, his expression a cross between irritation and panic.

“about what?” he all but groans out. when you asked him over, he had expected (and hoped) for less talking and a lot more sex.

you lick your lips and shyly cross your arms in front of your chest. “i’m… im pregnant,” you say, looking him in the eye. he stares at you blankly, his mind unable to process your words.

“what?”

“baekhyun…” you say, taking a step towards him and then retreating. you really can’t say it again; it’s already too real.

“you’ve got to be fucking with me? you’re fucking with me, right?” he says, running a hand through his dark hair. you only shake your head, and he scoffs. “well, it’s not mine.” he says plainly, going back to his phone.

at this, you frown. “what? yes it is, baekhyun. i’ve only slept with you,” you say, a storm brewing in your head at him insinuating that you’ve been sleeping around. if anybody’s been sleeping around, it’s him. when you two first got together, he had asked you not to sleep with anybody else, and you didn’t see anything wrong with that. but now, you feel like maybe you should have.

“i don’t care; you don’t have any proof, y/n. that baby isn’t mine,” he says harshly. tears come to your eyes and you blink them away.

“this baby is yours! and you’re going to help me raise it!” you say, wiping at your eyes.

“like hell i am. i don’t give a fuck, y/n. i don’t want this baby, and you shouldn’t either. we aren’t even fucking together,” he spits, shaking his head, and that weight settles. you and baekhyun don’t even have a relationship label. you wouldn’t even know how to refer to him if somebody asked you who he was to you. friend was too mild, because you do things most friends don’t do to each other, and you don’t know that much about him. lovers isn’t even remotely true, because there is no love between the two of you. you’re somewhere higher than a friend, but lower than a lover, which is practically hell.

your mind drifts off to remember the time he invited you to his family’s barbecue. you practically met everyone in his family, danced with his grandma and little cousins, helped his mother in the kitchen. you thought he’d ask you out after that, but he never did. instead, he constantly reminded you that you two were not together.

“i don’t care,” you say quietly. “this is your baby. you’re going to help.” you tell him.

“y/n, i always use a condom. this baby isn’t fucking mine—what don’t you understand?”

you shake your head. for all of the times he’s used a condom, there is, of course, the one time he didn’t. and you remember it clear as day. you were the one who told him to get one, even though both of you were tipsy, you were still able to understand that. he told you he’d pull out, and did everything but. you can still remember the feeling of being so full of him. it still makes your knees weak.

“you didn’t the night after sehuns party,” you say.

“it was one time!” he shouts, as if he never took sex-ed. one time is all it takes—everybody knows that. “fuck, y/n. why do you want to keep this baby. are you trying to ruin my life?”

“i’m not trying to do anything. you think i want to be pregnant? baekhyun, i’m only 27! i’m not ready to be a fucking mother, but this is my reality right now!” you yell back, and it dawns on you that this is the most you’ve both ever spoken in a single meeting.

he shakes his head. “what do you want from me, y/n? i’m not raising this fucking baby with you—i’ll pay for you to get rid of it, but i’m not raising it. there’s no fucking way,” he says, standing up. you start to panic, stepping closer to him.

“what are you doing?”

“getting the fuck out of here,” he says, trying to push past you. you stop him, putting your hands on his chest. “y/n, move.”

“no. we need to talk about this.”

“there’s nothing to talk about! i’m not raising this baby with you, and that’s it. i don’t care what you do with it, but leave me out of it,” he says, removing your hands from his chest and brushing past you, his shoulder bumping into your arm in the process. “and lose my fucking number.” baekhyun says as he pulls your front door open and steps out, slamming it as he goes.

you can’t help but crumple to the floor, feeling like a rug has been swept from underneath you. you shake uncontrollably as you sob, fat tears rolling dons your face for the nth time today.

for some reason, you feel like a weight has been lifted off of you even though your world feels like it’s been flipped on it’s axis. you know you’ll be bound to baekhyun for life, as long as this baby is alive, whether either of you like it or not. but at least he knows, and maybe he will grow up and come around.

and you feel a sense of peace for the first time ever since he’s ever departed from you. usually, you feel hollow, used, and muddled; always in a constant state of anxiety when he’s around or when you think about him. but him leaving was probably the best things he’s ever done for you. now you can be sure he won’t be coming here unannounced, interrupting peaceful sleep at ungodly hours. now, you can rid yourself of unnecessary stress and drama, albeit unfortunate circumstances.

yes, you’ll be bound to baekhyun for life. but there are definitely worse things that could happen to you. and who knows, maybe he’ll change his mind.

#byun baekhyun #exo imagines #exo x reader #exo scenarios #exo x you #exo baekhyun #exo #exo angst #baekhyun #baekhyun x you #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun fic #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun oneshot #exo oneshot

[httpiastri]

hehe i have returned!!!! so glad you enjoyed the college!pepe thoughts and now i can’t help but let him take over every part of my brain, and you’ve given me even more to think about!! 🫡💘

when you say pepe probably went through a relationship that ended a bit badly… I AGREE!!! ahhhhh really i was thinking about what his problem with love is and why he’s emotionally unavailable and i was like… either he never was in a relationship before and the thought of doing this relationship stuff right is a bit scary to him, or maybe he had put his heart out there once and had it completely obliterated so he’s just like “i’m not putting myself and my heart out there again if i can help it.” i can see him being totally over his ex, but the situation in how his relationship ended was so bad it kinda just became something he never really got over? poor baby got done so dirty 🫠 he couldn’t bring himself to trust and let people in like that again until he met reader!!

and you talking how pepe would subconsciously do things for reader!! he’s such an act of service guy for the people he cares about 🤭 reader bending down from her seat to pick up something she dropped? his hand is definitely already covering the corner so she won’t accidentally bump into it. the friend group walking to get dinner somewhere? immediately made sure reader is walking inside and he’s walking to side nearest to the street. oh the reader looked a bit tired during their class together? he bought and personally delivered reader’s favorite drink or coffee during their break. and chris is like… “dude you said no when i asked you to get me coffee earlier 🥲” and pepe said “i only have hands to carry two drinks.” and the whole time his friend is just begging and praying to any god that would answer for pepe to realize his own feelings for reader because everyone can see it except him !!!!

oh OH AND before i go do we think pepe’s confusion, denial, and uncertainties towards his feelings for reader could potentially lead to a fight between him and his friends ???!!!! because i definitely have a thought or two about this one too ehehe and i think an angsty wake up call fits him very well 🫣 maybe nothing too big of a fight but i can see pepe getting smart mouthed with either chris or sebas about it. i can elaborate more if we do think so 😛😛

- 🎀

he owns both of our brains now, huh? 🥹 and this au….. you're a genius, my love 🫶

yes yes that's the vibe im getting too, either just very inexperienced or he's still kinda hurt from what happened to him before. and maybe that's a bit why sebas tries to set him up with all of these random girls, he doesn't want to see his best friend heartbroken and refusing to get back into love again (because sebas knows it's worth it 😎). and that's also why pepe always finds excuses, he just doesn't think he's ready again… like he excuses it with "not being interested" and being more focused on his schoolwork, but there's something inside of him making him scared of love :(( yes it's not rlly that he misses the person, but the whole experience and how it ended was just bad. but when he meets the reader….. <3333

i ADORE "acts of service"!pepe !!!! the covering the edge of the table… the sidewalk rule… the coffee…….. you're making me melt anon 🫠 speaking of the coffee, i think he would memorize her order like instantly without even intending to (just like most of her other orders, likes and preferences tbh). and it would be so funny when he follows sebas along to go get coffee one day, and after sebas has ordered pepe jumps in and says "oh and a *insert whatever yns order is*", but sebas looks at him like "?? you said you weren't in the mood for coffee? and since when do you drink that??", but pepe just goes "oh it's for y/n" like it's no big deal….. but sebas knows that it indeed is a very big deal shejdhsjsj

and omg yes it's SO obvious. anyone with eyes can see that pepe has feelings for you (except for the two of you, apparently). because never has he acted like this around a girl since his last gf? he barely even looks at the other girls in his classes unless he has a group project with one of them? i definitely get the vibes of a fight there, oml. the denial is so strong for pepe but it's also a mix of just being scared because of what happened before, and not being sure if yn likes him back (because falling for someone who won't like him back will be crushing).... you're definitely welcome to elaborate if you'd like to 🤭🤭🤭

i also have vibes of a like angry confession from yn like far down the line, very "god, how blind can you be?!" and "of course i like you, you idiot!".…… but that's a story for another time 😶

#aaaaaaaaa i love you so much #this is so great #please please please send me more im #this is what i live for rn #dont feel pressured ofc but if you do have more thoughts/ideas…… 🫶🫶🫶🫶 #asks! #anon! #bow anon! #🎀! #college!pepe

[jihyocentric]

rockstar au :) it’s not jeongyeony enough, but i did my best with the jeongmo! been thinking about them a lot lately...

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deep in slumber and covered in a thin blanket, jeongyeon is the first thing momo sees when she wakes up. momo tries to get up, almost falling to the ground, dizzy, a victim of her own mistake of drinking recklessly the night before.

momo was angry early in the morning. she thinks about what brought her there in the first place — she was drunk and ended up at jeongyeon’s place. they weren’t talking to each other, and part of that was momo’s fault, but stubbornness prevented her to say the words that jeongyeon deserved to hear after dealing with momo’s maddening behavior the night before.

“fucking sorry,” momo huffs out to herself, putting on the belt, the last item missing of her clothes. she found it next to jeongyeon’s panties, on the ground. momo rolls her eyes, aware that she’d slept with jeongyeon again, after promising she wouldn’t do it a thousand times while she got drunk the other night. “you should be the one to say sorry.”

truthfully, momo knew jeongyeon didn’t want anything to change — their friendship had always been like an open relationship. they’d kiss, fight, sleep together, sleep with other people, and nothing would change. but that’s until jeongyeon met tzuyu, and then everything went down.

in momo’s mind, jeongyeon didn’t prioritize her anymore, because tzuyu came first. it wasn’t really like that — tzuyu had a busy schedule, whenever jeongyeon could spend time with her, she would. that didn’t mean she was ignoring momo or leaving her as a second option, like momo thought.

but then again, things had to be complicated between them. nothing was ever simple. momo didn’t like tzuyu and she wouldn’t be surprised if jeongyeon decided to put an end in their 'friends with benefits' arrangement for that girl.

despite knowing she’s being petty, momo leaves without saying goodbye after gathering her things.

“come here,” nayeon pulls jihyo to her lap. “it’s probably not making it to the album but it doesn’t matter. it’s for you.”

nayeon had insisted to bring jihyo to the studio. it was jihyo’s lunch time, she shouldn’t waste it, but nayeon wouldn’t give up until she got to show jihyo the song she’d written for her. the demo was still lacking of instruments, but nayeon’s voice, the guitar and her poor skills with audio editing did the trick.

“you made me come here to hear a song?” jihyo looks back questioningly, finding out that she’d been played with. nayeon told her it was something serious, and that she should meet with her as soon as possible. “im nayeon…”

“it’s worth it!” nayeon whines. she takes the headphones on the table, and before putting it on jihyo, she makes a promise. “it will be the best song you'll ever hear. and i, the love of your life, wrote it for you!”

“i should be having lunch. you tricked me,” jihyo groans. nayeon pecks her lips, apologetic, and then she presses the space bar on the keyboard to start the song.

nayeon is beyond proud of what she’s created. she wrote down the lyrics after jihyo took her back, and it feels like something that the band has been missing — something that carries their style but is cheerful, unlike their latest releases.

jihyo takes the headphones off as soon as the song is over.

“did you like it?” nayeon interrogates, eyes filled with expectation. she’d worked hard on that song, even going as far as producing the demo by herself, knowing it wouldn’t be the same if she had help from others.

“queen of hearts, huh…” jihyo shakes her head just slightly, opening a smile. “the way you wrote it made me feel like one of your groupies.”

“queen of your heart.” nayeon smiles widely, placing a kiss on jihyo’s shoulder. “but you’re kind of a groupie. you go to our concerts, buy our albums, you know everything about us… and i’m your bias, of course.”

as nayeon lists the reasons why jihyo could be in their fandom, jihyo bursts out laughing. she fixes herself on nayeon’s lap so that she was sitting sideways and wraps her arms around nayeon's neck.

“i only go to the concerts because my girlfriend and my best friend are there! and i don’t buy the albums, you give them to me. what’s funny is that they always come with your photocards…” jihyo squints when she mentions the fact that nayeon purposefully removed the other girls’ pictures and gave jihyo the ‘nayeon only’ version of the albums. “besides, my bias is momo.”

the way jihyo says it seems way too sincere, and nayeon’s grip on her waist tightens. the rockstar’s smile is suddenly gone and jihyo’s only gets bigger. as if it couldn't get any worse, nayeon’s heart sinks when jihyo grabs her phone and shows nayeon the photocard she’d recently acquired, under the clear case.

“what? why?! when did you get this? jihyo!” nayeon squeals, her face getting redder. jihyo really carried momo’s photocard around, and to make it worse, it was one of the rare ones.

“momo gave it to me.” jihyo chuckles, kissing nayeon’s flushed cheek softly. “are you mad?”

of course she was — nayeon was about to call momo and make a full interrogation to find out why she gave that to her girlfriend. little did she know that jihyo asked for it herself, not lying when she said momo was her favorite.

“you know what? i’ll delete this song. ask momo to write one for you,” nayeon mumbles grumpily, hands reaching the laptop on the table. “she’s the real queen of hearts.”

“oh, come on,” jihyo hugs her, affectionately, peppering kisses against nayeon’s cheek. even if nayeon was upset, she couldn’t resist it. “you are my queen of hearts… daddy.”

nayeon groans at the way jihyo calls her. “take it back or i will take more from you than just your lunch time.”

jihyo mashes her lips and looks at her watch. “i have ten minutes.”

just when nayeon gets up with jihyo on her lap, ready to place her on the table and remind jihyo that she was the only one capable of taming her, momo breaks into the studio.

“fuck,” nayeon curses, sitting back on the chair, jihyo settling back on her lap. “what are you doing here?!”

“i’m working.” momo says, as if it was the most obvious thing, and then looks at jihyo with a softer expression. “hey there, pretty girl. aren’t you supposed to be working?”

nayeon gasps. “you’re calling her ’pretty girl’ now?! momo, you-”

“i’ll see you later, baby,” jihyo interrupts her, before nayeon can say anything to momo. she then pecks nayeon’s lips, getting up from her lap. “behave.” she whispers that last part only for nayeon to hear.

the look on jihyo’s face is enough to make nayeon shrug, still frowning but she'd obey. jihyo greets momo and then leaves, the ten minutes she could’ve used getting something else from nayeon were now added to the time she had to buy lunch and go back to her office.

“you look upset,” nayeon says, intruding the closed room that momo could play the drums and be fully isolated. “wanna talk about it?”

momo thinks about jeongyeon, about the night she had spent with her, and she knows then that maybe she was overreacting and she shouldn't have just left. she was sober now, completely so, the annoying headache a proof of her hangover state, and only now she could think about her actions.

“not really.” momo sighs, holding the drumsticks. “it will go away.”

perhaps it wouldn’t and she was only lying to herself, but for now, momo thinks she will be fine. it’s not like she had never fought with jeongyeon before, and she refuses to believe that some new girl would just take jeongyeon away from her.

the days go by and jeongyeon still isn’t entirely sure about what has been happening with momo.

it’s almost time to get up on stage and jeongyeon knows that the hours they will spend there can be like hell if momo won’t talk to her. she’s used to playing around with them on stage, specially with momo, and receiving the cold shoulder was the worst part about having a fight with a bandmate.

from tzuyu:

wanna meet me after the show?

jeongyeon sees the notification as she’s making her own changes on her makeup, her phone buzzing on the counter. tzuyu was out of town, but she could make some time if jeongyeon said yes.

unfortunately, jeongyeon turns off her phone and tzuyu gets no replies. it was a fun game that constantly happened between them — jeongyeon would always make things harder, but tzuyu was a persistent person. one of them would eventually give up, and only then they’d meet again. the wait made everything much better.

“have you seen dahyunie? i have a problem!” sana whines, running to nayeon, barefoot. the soles of the pair of boots in her hands were nearly falling off.

jeongyeon watches as they leave, nayeon focused on solving sana’s problem, and then there was only her and momo in the room.

she locks the door and walks towards momo, not the smartest choice really, given the fact that they didn’t have much time before the show started.

“not gonna talk to me?” jeongyeon asks, sitting next to momo. momo’s eyes are on a clock hanging on the wall, the seconds passing by way too slowly, and now that jeongyeon approached her, she couldn’t run.

“there’s not much to talk,” momo crosses her arms. she looks at jeongyeon and regrets immediately. jeongyeon was always the prettiest when she was ready to get on stage, and it has always been a problem. momo could get easily distracted.

“you’re mad because i couldn’t go out with you,” jeongyeon says, straightforward as she’s always been. they didn’t have time to go around the subject. “i’ve already forgiven you for leaving me in the morning that day, but it would be nice if you talked to me.”

“we had a date,” momo huffs, finally letting her frustration out. “and you canceled it to go out with that… that…”

“i asked if we could go out on another day,” jeongyeon stops her, sighing when momo’s frown grows bigger. “we promised to be honest with each other. i’m fully transparent with you, but you need to be transparent with me too, mo. if you didn’t want us to cancel our date, you should’ve told me.”

momo let’s out a small ‘hmph’, looking away. she had always been like that — too stubborn to admit she was in the wrong, and sometimes it drove jeongyeon crazy.

“really?” jeongyeon sighs. momo shrugs in response, making jeongyeon raise an eyebrow. “what was that?”

“i’m ignoring you.” momo replies, looking away, jeongyeon’s pretty face no longer in sight.

“oh, are you?” jeongyeon coos, shooting a look at the clock. “five minutes should be enough. could you count for me?”

momo doesn’t really get what jeongyeon means by that until she feels her hands slipping under her skirt. it was one of the rare days she wore one, and it made it even easier for jeongyeon to take the shorts underneath off, the panties following them.

jeongyeon uses the short time wisely, getting on her knees quickly in front of momo, knowing her makeup could get messy but even if it did, she could pretend it was part of her look.

“so… annoying,” momo mutters under her breath, huffing when jeongyeon looks up and presses a soft kiss on her thigh. “i’m still ignoring you.”

“doesn’t look like you are,” jeongyeon laughs, bringing momo closer to the edge of the couch.

four.

jeongyeon has four more minutes left, and despite pretending she’s not enjoying it, momo keeps her eyes on the clock, reactive to jeongyeon's touches. she shivers when a hot, velvety surface touches her center, her body melting the moment jeongyeon starts.

three.

she wants to voice how much she hates that jeongyeon is smug, but her body betrays her, reacting to each and every touch of jeongyeon’s fingers and mouth, gushing all over jeongyeon’s tongue, biting back a moan when she feels two fingers sliding inside her.

if only jeongyeon had more time, she’d stop and admire how nice the pink looked on momo, both adorning her skin at the mere touch and her dripping core, waiting eagerly for what comes next.

momo whimpers when jeongyeon lives up to what she said, becoming hungrier, faster and increasingly rougher, showing momo the most effective way of dealing with her bratty behavior.

two.

“jeong, please!” momo gasps, thighs tightening against jeongyeon’s head, making her dive in truly, hardly able to move.

jeongyeon has always found it particularly interesting — how momo’s walls were easy to break. in less than three minutes, she made momo become a mess, chanting her name and asking for more, all because her fingers were deep inside her, hitting all the best spots, and momo couldn’t bear to have anything less than that.

one.

momo takes a hold of jeongyeon’s hair, desperately humping her face, selfishly searching for something that jeongyeon had already promised she’d give. she was really the prettiest little thing, and jeongyeon finds herself looking up only to see the shade of momo’s cheeks.

for momo’s luck, jeongyeon’s smug smile couldn’t come out when she was busy making her come. there’s a rush, jeongyeon’s fingers reach deeper and momo clenches, thighs quivering as the orgasm crashes through her body, right on time, making momo bite her own hand not to moan too loud.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” momo cries out when jeongyeon fucks her through her high, voice muffled against her hand, legs shaking. when jeongyeon pulls away, her chin is glistening and all momo wants to do is pay back with just the same treatment, but their five minutes were already over. “that was a low move.”

“and you loved it,” jeongyeon pulls her fingers out, the way they glistened with momo’s slick a proof of her statement. she looks at the clock and smiles, entitled, knowing for sure that she made momo come in under five minutes. momo roll her eyes. “guess it’s time to go.”

“mhm. but you’re coming home with me after the show,” momo announces, seemingly not mad at jeongyeon anymore.

#drabble #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #jihyo #nahyo #jeongmo #rockstar au #non rq #i had to sneak nahyo here i'm sorry

[poltergeist-coffee]

EMPANADA DIED

MY GIRL NOOOOOO

I'm not okay

She is just a baby:(

On the bright side, fit and pac are dating yay

Uh... I'm not thinking about that post about pac having two hands or something, nope, it's not like eoiles have ttwo hand too, one for fighting other to hold pac's hand...

Polyqsmp for the win, y'know?

Also, Ramon and Pac's relationship is the cutest thing ever, they are father and son your honor 🥺

I love them

At least a couple is okay because guapoduo, on the other hand... meus pais meus pais where are them?

Slimeriana too...

I really want Mariana to log on, but specifically when Richas is awake because it would be funny

Roier traumatized him kkkkkkkk

Oh, and I friend of mine really likes goodomensduo(Scott + Febatista), the thing is that they had very little interactions... The poor guy is suffering with lack of content

The problem of liking not popular dynamics/ships is that you have to make the content yourself

We suffer

Apparently, Cellbit, Slime and Baguera's thing is running their voices on karaoke every time they meet up

They are having fun:D

I don't have that confidence kkkkk(I don't know if I wait or fear the day my friends decide to do a karaoke while I'm with them because they are liking the idea recently)

I was remembering your royal(? Or was medieval, I struggle with names) au the other day and I don't remember if you talked about Baguera's kingdom, or Phil(who is on the wall, the sigh must be nice), does she still a duck?(and the other winged people too?) Or they are just humans?

And I'm fearing that the owl Cellbit hc will catch me, I AM ALREADY A INDECISIVE PERSON I DON'T NEED MORE IDEAS TO FREAK OUT

But I saw some fanarts and... owlboy... I love owls...

Anyway, I hope you had a great day and week:D

Good day/night!

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empanada dying was probably an accident too :((( (based on tubbo's analysis on stream) it's so sad :(( she's the first egg to lose a death ever since the new eggs arrived + everyone got their two lives back.... i really thought richas would be the first one to lose a life again ngl just because of how he is

DSVAKLSMDLA PLLATE ANON YOU'RE MY HEROOOOO XDD you're right. etoiles has two hands, one for pac and the other is to fight the eye workers from purgaotry <33 pac has two hands, one for fit and one for etoiles and mike is helping fix his prosthetic leg <33 romance <33 at it's finest

i loved that ramon called pac his dad and mike didn't realize janvkjasdjk he completely forgot that fit and pac dating now meant that ramon is pac's son XDD the favela family grows bigger every day...

i would love for mariana to log on when roier and richas are both on because i want to see roier make a big deal out of it and richas runs for his life XDD i want richas to spread his fear to the new eggs too like imagine how funny that would be asdvkjaska poor pepito,,, being told one of pepito's dad is an egg eating monster

EVERY DUO AND FRIEND GROUP FROM PURGATORY IS SUFFERING!! THEY LIVE OFF OF SO LITTLE CONTENT TT at least they can make up whatever lore they want with the purgaotry cubitos... im shaking your friends hand for liking a rarepair TT we make the content all ourselves... life is so hard for us

ive never done kareoke before but it looks like fun to do with friends :oo i can't sing so i would be so bad at it kjnsdavjkask

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YAAA THE ROYALTY AU (which is also a little medieval, it's like both so it's okay adsjkvnask)

baghera is the queen of her own kingdom!! everyone is human in this au but they have magic they specialize in and can create items to give them things that are sort of like wings!!

philza is a special case tho because his wife is the goddess of death so maybe she blesses his cape to act like wings or something... since baghera is a queen im sure she has the resources to find someone to make her a cape or item that works like wings because i feel like something like that would be super hard to make.

jaiden is a witch in this au and she doesn't live in any kingdom!! she lives sort of by herself surrounded by a rose garden and she uses a lot of nature magic which is focused on birds!! because of this and how long she's been studying it she's able to enchant herself a cloack that allows her to glide short distances :DD more similar to the paraglider in mineraft then an elytra. the feathers she used for her cloack were all shedded feathers she gets from her bird friends :]]

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IVE NEVER SEEN OR HEARD OF OWL CELLBIT HCS BUT THAT'S SO COOL,,,,,, he would be so unnerving, imagine he can turn his head all around 360 like an actual owl advknaskja poor roier if he ever sees that,,,, he would scream so loud

#✉️ asks or whatever #🍽️ anon #<333 i hope you have a good day/night too plate anon :]] its always lovely hearing from you!!

[slowjamastan]

What do you think of sufin and what are your squicks when reading a fic about nordics?

kissing you on the lips im going to rant so much

SuFin is my everything

theyre my bread and butter and toast and jam and all the other things on top idk powdered sugar etc. changed my LIFE that my middle school yaoibait fandom straight up got told by word of god himself that One Guy (who is normal fr this wasn't one of the ones who is always naked or sm) was madly unequivocably and eternally in love with That Other Guy. this was such a big deal for me and still is lbr

SuFin is peak they are my bella and edward this is my thenotebook. AND they are canonically not together and over the years ive seen a pattern of fans who are either familiar with actual swedish-finnish relations or doing research into them concluding over and over that finland would not seriously go for sweden, outside of AUs or jsut bending canon bc they really want them together (valid.......)

i love when fin is holding grudges or uncomfortable with the implications of seriously pursuing a relationship with his former (current, culturally?) oppressor so they try to keep it casual and Fail Severely, OR, my #1 favorite dynamic, Finland is fully a straight man who is like "soz but we can be friends bro lmao" and calls sweden homophobic slurs behind his back (but no one else is allowed to but him, obviously). (this is for my personal funnyvalue and ive rarely rareeeeely seen this. im right tho.)

other than that last thing basically i think its very good if they Are mutually in love but logistics and politics and realism and everything keeps them apart or maybe just closeted about it. but they have shared custody of the dog and the kids etc and have couple fights that are more serious than most but are the most steady and happiest couple on the planet overall. soulmates Real. i love sufin its good in every flavor really ummmmmmmmmmm except hyperukefied finland

thats a good lead in to part 2 of this question actually

Nordic Fic Squicks / please stop doing this, im gonna read it anyway, but still

th's k'nd' typ'ng st'le...... y'kn'w wh't ' m''n

denmark and sweden r always angry and trying to beat each other up... we read the same comic, right? theyre buddies now cmonnn

the dynamic that's like DenNor, SuFin, and Iceland is alone 4evr

WHEN THE DENNOR + SUFIN GROUP DYNAMIC UKEFIES NOR AND FIN UNTIL THEYRE BASICALLY UWU GORLS... stop imposing hetero dynamics on gay ships i will Kill You. at least do it to everyone equally...

somewhat related, my ideal nordic five dynamic is Everyone Is A Divorced Dad and iceland is making fun of them on TikTok. second best dynamic is SuFin real, then Den + Nor are amicably divorced and iceland is their shared custody grown child making fun of them on TikTok

^iceland would not use tiktok he is a euphoric intellectual freak

when they make just norway a girl for no reason. babe, no one even draws nyo!norway that well...you're just projecting your desire to be fought over by hot buff men onto this poor dude. stop making me see this. you fucks have been doing this for over a decade.

ignoring history in canonverse. when ur writing modern present-day anything they have all known each other for like, ever. why would they act like they've just met..??? im not asking for tons of research, just awareness of who these characters are, like, at all

please just write the puffin out. no one rly likes him i prommy

scandinavian trio being Weird and Tense around each other in modern day. i disagree SO much, these guys would be hilarious

not realizing that smack halfway between nor and ice's birthdays is (give or take a few days) denmarks constitution day... himaruya......

overreliance on stereotypes. this is a general hetalia complaint

can we talk about the human names ive been dying to complain about the human names!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just a little bit ill keep it to a minimum

tino isnt a feasible finnish name berwald isnt a good swedish name a lot of the common popular other ones get misspelled or just sound bad, and u cant just give them christian names for their early lives im sooooo serious give them old norse names pre-baptization pleaaaassseeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

somewhere deep in my #post tag i ranted ab my old name timeline for each of them but ive changed my mind a few times since then

for finland im a Timo truther and i have been forever

sweden is such a björn but also i like when his name at least starts with ber- .... but yall r so right when u said bjorn he does deserve that

im also a norway changes his name every few years truther. i think its funny and that he would do that

denmark is a magnus, period, formerly a magni, and this is my hill to die on

iceland makes me insane i change my name hc for him every so often but i have a few first and lasties for him for make me HOUUUGH like SoS turned me on to hrafnsson as a surname which makes me go insane now. im also a changes his name frequently truther for this guy but in a more nuanced way than nor does it

ran out of things to complain about but more will hit me later im sure, thank u for coming to another aphws ted talk by andy. MWAH

#post #aph

[quek-a-sketch]

OHHHH THAT FUCKS GOGHUHFG dies. ok SO how would lizzie react to the tidestriders im CRAZY !!! this ALSO goes towards everyone else on the black rose but Lizzie means the world to me so ykno

also how does edyns curse work O_O

Ok so Lizzie at first was kinda iffy on the new additions to the crew but she warmed up WAY quicker than Chip did, mainly because Edyn kinda became the big sister to her and chip aswell and she was happy to have another girl around even if edyns a bit older yknow?

For Gillion, it took him a WHILE to get used to the oversea and Lizzie does play little jokes on him but will always end up actually explaining it to him and Edyn if she needed help aswell compared to Chip who often took jokes too far

Lizzie is ATTACHED to the Tidestrider siblings whenever they are on an island, because obviously the kids don't know the whole situation but they know bad people are after gil and Edyn so little Lizzie is fully convinced she can fight off anyone who comes by

Also Edyn taught Lizzie how to swim in this au, even though usually her or Gil would just let Lizzie ride on their back as they swam (chip was made to swim /j)

Also Lizzie is

Let's just say her reunions with either Tidestrider sibling are Tense, Gillion's less so because by that time it's a known thing that Gillion has had his memories locked away, so she's more frustrated what became of someone she considered a sibling- plus out of chip, Edyn and herself... She is more chill for Gillion to sit with, mainly because she's the only one where when Gillion looks at them he can tell they are mourning the boy he used to be but can't remember being, Lizzie just takes him as he is now and doesn't bring up his lack of memory

Edyns is TENSE man, she assumed Chip and Lizzie had died after hearing that the sea turned completely black and even has rose tattoos to symbolise them, so when they reunite (thanks Caspian) Edyn feels so much Relief but... To Lizzie this Older Sister who was meant to look after them, who she held out hope would eventually turn up because she knows they got away, didn't even bother looking (obviously Lizzie doesn't know about edyns curse at this point)

I hope that makes sense for lizzie and eventually they come to an understanding but yeah I definitely need to work on her part of the au more so Uwbsusb again any suggestions or critique are super welcome!!

Edyn's curse is basically that she can never touch seawater again, it burns her and it she stays in it too long she will end up with burn marks- her gills also seal up in saltwater so uhh the best thing I can compare it to is what happens to devil fruit users in one piece!! They get extremely weak and begin to sink/pass out in the sea, just add on the burning and there's edyn's curse!

It's so she wouldn't ever be able to return to the trench, since she'd obviously know where it was and when Gil is taken back she's a full on teenager so-

Honestly it's a salt in the wound deal, because she lost her leg thanks to these Triton soldiers and they were certain she was going to die on that beach and yet they STILL cursed her in the slim chance she survived, which she did but it was a miracle

Her ships called the sunken pearl and that's because there's a rune carved into it that allows a bubble to form around the ship, so it works like a submarine!! So she can at least still see her home without being harmed!!

Also the rest of the black rose? I really gotta relisten to the one shot but drey fully goes hey is this daycare now can I bring my nieces/hj

Arlin is kinda glad chip has more Actual Child Friends though that poor man always gets roped into pranks or the kids just LAUNCHING themselves at him

Captain Rose spends the most time with Edyn probably, she's eager to learn a lot! But he does sit and tell tales of past adventures to the kids

Sorry for the long ass post btw

#black rose kids au

[drag-queen-jesus]

NEO: TWEWY

yeah I know, im late to the party.  Fake fan, whatever

BUT

I finally started playing NEO and oh my god

(for reference as of this post im on week 2 day 4,  so ya know, all of THAT has happened already

I wish I had thought to like, liveblog it or something, because I am SO invested right now.  I don't think I will, necessarily, I just wanted to put my predictions and thoughts out there so I can see how they stack up once I reach end game.

spoilers, obviously (also unedited)

okay so first, ARE we actually dead???  like I made a joke about it to my friend like “they are such Gen Z, like oh were dead?  Cool AND THEN DIDN’T QUESTION ANYTHING ABOUT THAT” but then it kept going and we still haven't talked about it?  Until we finally met Beat (my boy, I’ll get to you)  and he firmly says he's alive.  That opens a whole host of questions for me

Is he really?

Are we?

is anyone else, if we are?

I’m pretty sure there's some legit dead players, but now that im thinking about it I can't remember now if they actually said they died, or if they've just been playing the game long term (Motoi, and one of the Variabeauties come to mind)

and then what does that mean if they’re taking living players???  is that even allowed???  

which brings me to my second point: WHER IS JOSH???  like im not expecting him to be a main character, but he is/was basically GOD, so is this him???  I don't think it is because we thought he learned a lesson since last time, and living players was never a thing when he was in charge.  So did he get taken out of commission?  is he the mysterious “you” that the hat character is talking about.  (I have a theory, ill get to it)

and Neku.  My son, my boy, my little spicy tuna roll.  How does this man come back into play now of all times.  first of all, what did he do to get back on the reapers radar after three years.  these ‘new’ games have been running for at least a year (we know Motoi has been playing for a year at least) and its been three years since the Big Game that took every one out, so how long have they been looking for him, how long has he been in hiding, and why can't they find him?  they wanted us players to track him down and fight him, which implies that he's still currently connected to the UG in a way that lets us interact with him, but if that's the case, shouldn't they be able to like, trace him or something (that might be a fanfic thing I've made canon in my head, about people having traceable auras or whatever).  because it sounded like Beat’s been looking for him too, and up until recently Beat was in the UG, so where's Neku?

and then Beat, poor guy.  Why is he looking for Neku anyway?  I mean, I guess if my friend is missing, id look too, but how long has Beat been looking for him?  How long has be been missing?  Why did he get dragged back into this mess too???  I’m digging the new fit tho, don't get me wrong, I liked Beat well enough before, but he looks a lot more Sk8ter Boi and less ‘basketball player’ now.  I do hope Rhyme and Shiki are doing okay without their guys tho, I wonder if we’ll hear anything about them at all?

Also what the fuck is Hype-Chan’s deal?  (I KNOW she has a name now, but she's been Hype-chan since 2012, she will be Hype-chan until I die). Like, something is going on with her and I can't wait to find out what.

Another question: I think its pretty obvious that the ruin bringers are getting special treatment.  the question is, why?  Whats the goal of keeping everybody in the UG like this indefinitely?  because that's what it looks like to me.  The whole point of the reapers game, as Kariya put it, is to find the best and brightest Shibuya has to offer, to give the people who can make Shibuya a better place a second chance at life.  Obviously the rules have changed since the last time we played, but what's the point of keeping everyone in Limbo like this?  Obviously Shiba’s having a good time (also, who made him the new conductor???  it couldn't have been Josh, no way) but what's even the point of having a game if you won't let anyone come back to life???

And where did all of these reapers even come from?  Uzuki told us that there are reapers all over the place, but did they wander here themselves, where they appointed by the higher ups?  Who's the producer now, since CAT is apparently on hiatus (I guess Sanae got in trouble after all?)

and then there's that whole vision Rindo had and keeps having about Shibuya like, blowing up or whatever.  Thats a whole thing I don't even have thoughts about yet.

theres a bigger story here im not seeing yet (at least I hope so, ill be disappointed if im wrong). 

Heres what I think.  My predictions, if you will.

I think that something happened to Joshua after the Big Game.  We know that Sanae got in trouble, so it would stand to reason that Josh did too.  I think he disappeared himself (like with Another Day) and left Shibuya a vacuum, with very few strays left to pick up the pieces (Uzuki, Kariya, and that one wall reaper who said he knew Neku from before are the ones I can think of).  I think that, seeing this open playing field, reapers from other districts were either moved in, or they took it themselves (they seem like the sort.  All the new reapers are kinda sleazy and I don't trust them). I think that Neku, for whatever reason, figured this out, or was told, or kept some kind of connection with the UG or with Josh (hello fanfic brain, I see you) - I honestly wouldn't put it past Kariya to know more than he’s telling us so far, and to have something to do with it.  I think Neku dug himself back into the UG somehow to look for Joshua, so that Joshua can fix things again - they said they wanted to make Neku a reaper, but I don't know how they pan on doing that because it never seemed like something you could force on someone, and also Beat was able to quit being one, so how were they planning on making him stay?  I think that the reapers are gonna try and pull something similar to what Kitaniji did with his red pins, but this time I think the goal is to... merge the RG and the UG - it would make sense what with the living player angle, I just don't know what the end goal is.

I ALSo think that Shokie is gonna be a party member at some point, just based on the box art.  Do I want her too?  not really, but I think she will be.

I didn't even get into WHATEVER Minamimoto has going on, I couldn't make heads or tails of it, other than I think he’s also looking for Joshua (I don't personally think he has any reason to look for Neku specifically, outside of to get to Josh). We’ll see, I don't think we’ve seen the last of Pi Face

I have a Lot more thoughts, but im kind of just rambling at this point.

We’ll see how it shapes up, and where I was wrong

#the world ends with you #twewy #neo the world ends with you #neo twewy #neo twewy spoilers #twewy spoilers #Neku Sakuraba #joshua kiryu #twewy beat #rindo kanade #twewy fret #tosai furesawa #nagi usui #sho minamimoto #twewy theories #neo twewy theories #twewy liiveblogging

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

thousand autumns donghua, episode 14~

(episode 14 already??? IS IT ALMOST OVER?? OH NOOO I’M HAVING TOO MUCH FUN ;A;)

AH our intrepid duo have arrived at bixia sect!!!

aww the cute bby likes the scener--OH MY GOD EVERYONE IS DEAD

OH NOOOO THIS IS TERRIBLE!!! WTF???!??

i am glad that shiwu is getting some extra trauma btw, it'd be a shame if he had a normal childhood after all this

YAN WUSHI'S EYES WENT ALL PURPLE!!

he frowmn >:( like dis >:(

oh!!! my son is here MY SON IS HERE HI BBY!!!!

UH. wow the old man wiping blood off his mouth in a. kinda sexy manner??? hawt. 😳😳😳

yu shengyan all worried about him ;A; the letter, all symbolically splattered with blood ;A; wHAT A SCENE

is this a flashback??

ruan hailou!!! idk u yet but my opinion is low bc u and pu anmi are killing these ppl who seem v nice

AAAAHHHH TOO MANY NAMES!!! i'm getting a bit overwhelmed by all the introductions!! i’ll try my best, but pls forgive me if i get names wrong or miss a few ;A;

yue kunchi, ok he's a disciple here....that miniature chinstrap beard thing on him is....a choice 👀

also some of these other dudes have got like,,,,,,,sort of khitan style hair arrangements?? they look rad tho 💅

GIRL NO DON'T PROTECC HIM WITH UR BODY!!!

OHHH it's not a flashback!! SHEN QIAO ARRIVES JUST IN TIME TO HELP!!!!

lmao ruan hailou thinks he's the main character, it's very cute

ahh is pu anmi from the south then?? his animations are rly good actually, like i can just FEEL the disdain dripping off him, i can imagine him as an actual human in a live-action drama like, i've seen ppl do these....movements!! I LIKE IT!!!

ooh they gonna fight?? they gonna fight 😤

EWWWWWW HE LICKED THE SWORD!! DONT LICK UR SWORD MAN!! DO U KNOW HOW MANY DISEASES ARE BLOOD-BORNE. DO U WANT EVERY HEPATITIS. UR NOT SAFE FROM PLAGUE SIR

aww yisss now they fighting >:D

OH SHIT SHEN QIAO IS SHOWING HIM UP

FIGHTING TWO AT ONCE???? GET EM SHEN QIAO!!!! U ARE SUCH A BADASS SHEN QIAO!!!!

shen qiao is the epitome of 'float like a butterfly, sting like a bee' today with his gentle winds ability!!! such beautiful martial arts!! 🤩

i love how there's always a guy describing the fight for us, the audience lmao 🤣 like a sports announcer or something, but for martial arts 🤣

FUCK YEAH THIS FIGHT SCENE GOES SO HARD!!!! THIS IS GREAT!!!!

WOOOOOO!!!!

Zhao Chiying!!! A LADY SECT LEADER!!! she is beautiful omg ;A; she is so pretty and graceful ;A; they all respect her so much ;A;

bixia disciples: great to see u zongzhu!! ur killing it zongzhu!! :D

lol ruan hailou looks like he just saw his ex at a party. awwwkwarrrrdddd

OH SHIT ZHAO CHIYING IS KNEELING TO THIS LOSER?????

she is so polite!!! she's a better man than i tbh!! i would never bc i am impolite as fuck :D couldn't be me luv, couldn't be me 😌👌

SUCH HONOUR. SUCH DIGNITY.

ohhh was........was ruan hailou accused of assaulting the previous master's daughter?? but he didn't do it, and he was wrongfully exiled from bixia sect?? maybe the subtitles are a bit unclear, or maybe i'm a bit dumb, or maybe it's both (it's probably both lol)

aaaawwwwww the disciples love her so much ;A;

OH GREAT EVERYONE IS NOW CRYING

wtf is even happening anymore??? im so confused lol

lol yeah girl u could have intervened BEFORE ur disciples got killed but whatever

now pu anmi is a prisoner to bixia sect!!! they have ONE DUDE, one SKINTY DUDE, taking him away, unrestrained. that won’t end poorly at all (unless the plot declares otherwise lol 🤣)

pu anmi: U GUYS SUCK!! MY SHIZUN WILL RESCUE ME!! AND UR STUPID BOYFRIEND YAN WUSHI IS GONNA DIE!!! >:(

shen qiao: :(  but we're not friends anymore :(

OH SHIT IS THIS GUY GONNA KILL HIMSELF???? DON'T DO IT BRO WAIT WAIT

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OH MY GOD HE JUST

HE JUST WENT OVER THE CLIFF LIKE

THAT WAS SO FUCKING SAD???? IDEK WHAT HIS DEAL WAS BUT WAS THIS REALLY THE ANSWER??? poor fucking man, he was a twat but like........i feel quite bad for the man!! nobody deserves to feel that there's no way out besides taking their own life ._. even if u have done really bad things....u can do better! as long as ur alive, things can change!!!

poor shiwu....standing by the table, wiping his tears....he's seen SO much ;A; my poor bby boyyyy i wanna hug him ;A; COME TO BIRB'S WINGS, CHILD!! I SHALL SHIELD YE FROM HARM!!! :V

shen qiao: well i brought shifu's kid all the way here :)

zhao chiying: yyyeah about that. can u keep him actually??

shen qiao: u couldn't have told me this BEFORE WE WALKED ALL THE WAY HERE?? :) whatever fine i'll keep him, he's mine now :)

AWWWW SHIWU'S KOWTOW WAS SO EXCITED!!! HE'S SO HAPPY OMG!!!!! SWEET CUTE BABBY ;A;

HE SNATCH THE TEA FROM ZHAO CHIYING BC HE'S SO EAGER TO HAND IT OVER OH MY GODDDD ;A;

btw are his parents and sister dead now?? his old man's probably in gaol for taking another child hostage but his mum and sister were starving to death on a bridge. do u suppose they sold him to zhu lengquan. do u think they got a good price

shen qiao: btw can i stay over ur place?? i need to kill a man :)

zhao chiying: sure why not lol

#birb watches #thousand autumns donghua #qian qiu #i am having such a great time with this #im sad it's nearly overrr ;A; #cw suicide mention #he's a fictional character but i won't risk triggering somebody over a silly review like this

[spaceyflowers]

stuff about latest lookism chapters (390-398)

ok i finally caught up. originally i was just planning to read along with the webtoon but its kinda behind from the latest updates and i am.. so tired of trying to avoid spoilers 😭😭😭

here are some thoughts i wanna say !

-magami is my poor little meow meow and i love him with all my heart (more thoughts on him here <3)

-doo's character development 💪 his bromance with ryuhei was pretty sweet too <3

-i thought yall were joking when yall said ryuhei's backstory for liking mitsuki was "my dick dont work but when youre around it does [lip bite]" but it was real. holy shit.

-his romance with mitsuki was ok btw. im glad it was somewhat expanded outside of "you make my dick not broken ❤️" but i still dont think he had enough of a reason to like mitsuki so much he'd lay his life down for her. all he liked were little surface level details about her ?? 😭 ("she smiles at even little things you do for her" ok bro..)

-but idk maybe surface level attraction is all he needs to feel ready to do Anything for someone which is... just sad. either way he and mitsuki should not become a couple 💀

-w.... why is cap guy obsessed with strong guys

-i hate tom lee. seriously. i dont want to see anymore of him and his creepy ass "danglers" thing.

-BIG DEAL IS HAPPY AND REUNITED EXCEPT FOR SAMUEL AAGGGRRHGHGG 💔💔💔💔💔💔

-SO HAPPY FOR WARREN AND SALLY <33

-PTJ WHEN WILL CHEONGLIANG ARC COME OUT I WANT TO SEE VIN JIN AND MARY'S BACKSTORIES AND HAVE MC PESITCIDES BE RELEVANT AGAIN. ALSO FINDING OUT WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED WITH THE MURDER VIN JIN APPARENTLY COMMITTED

-i just want more family agendas to sob over ok. cheongliang fam looks like a tragedy story i want to know what happened

-gun is such a freak <3 and i still wonder what the hell went thru his mind when he put on that hideous fit

-i pray for little and big daniel's survivals from their own personal hells

-also praying for zack and whatever the hell he's gonna go thru with that "crazy monk" 😭 ??? i also really hope this is the last act in his inferiority complex character arc thing bc i feel like it's been dragging on for too long 💔

-for zack's part, too; was absolutely wild seeing characters (cho ma and daegong ji) we havent seen since lookism was actually about lookism and not gang wars lmao

-what did eugene mean by hes gonna bring xiaolung back. my mans got his legs broken by jake. whatre yall gonna do, give him some batshit leg surgery to fix him up????? (im pretty sure its implied jake broke his legs beyond repair ?? or like. are u telling me a few months have passed and xiaolung is perfectly healed and ready to fight ?)

-jinyoung is a freak but him crying over that flashback with him and gapryong arm wrestling as they had fun bantering... i guess they did have a genuine bromance? what were gapryong's goals exactly?

-wonder how the mystery (?) with gapryong's death and jake's older bro is gonna all unfold

-lua im is ...... something! (more thoughts on my post about her here)

-i still hate johan's new haircut

-ALSO I HOPE ELI AND HOSTEL/RUNAWAY FAM STAY SAFE...... cool to see manager kim again tho 😭

afterthoughts

-will crystal be relevant anytime soon. what about her two bodies.

-i still miss jay 😭 his dad is way more involved than him???? youd think maybe jay would be more involved, too, then, but nope hes just gonna stay queer bait ig... no hope for ptj but i still wish jay got to do more with the story than be devoted to daniel bc he has an interesting design/vague backstory to be expanded upon and his dad is literally someone the main character daniel is teaming up with to take down the antagonist like ????!

-sobs.... j high gang... i miss the girls and burn knuckles 💔

-i dont know how to feel about daniel's current character arc. i understand his feelings but i honestly dislike seeing characters say "i dont want to depend on people anymore so im gonna get stronger on my own" 😭😭😭 like sure, hun, but dont leave all your friends behind to go ask an insane person like gun for help ?!

#brainrotting #lookism #i need to catch up on viral hit too lol

[the-horror-show]

THE POOR PROJECTIONIST.

the queue probably went off, but not like i’d know what this stuff is... after that party with Daniel everything just went to shit. or it started going more wrong. that poor kid that... demon’s using.... and of course that.... that grinning thing. it’s just standing there... looking at me. i guess i should start at the beginning. everything was going fine in the studios, at the time there were only a few people. Joey, Henry, Wally, Sammy, and me. the studios was small at the time, but pretty good with business around here. but. something happened with henry and joey, all that man does is never takes, henry gives, but he never takes, he even stole the rights of the toons as well. and well. Henry was being drafted for war too so he just quit, i never understood what went down that day but it must of been the reason why Joey was so determined to be better than henry was, he expanded the studios, made a bunch of deals, hired a lot and i mean a LOT of workers, some of those being close friends of mine, one of them was inspiring to be just like me, his name was Buddy, he was thomas’s son. a good kid... i think it said something about luring it back. you all know who im talking about. i never once wanted to look for trouble, and im.. ungrateful that it keeps finding me. Joey summoned.... something else besides that unwordly thing. i didn’t see what it looks like but i felt it... it possessed one of the workers who was modeling for bendy’s movements. i wish i could remember his name but i can’t... i don’t know if it’s my old age or something else but i can’t seem to recall his name... i know he and wally and buddy started their own kind of little show to pass time around here, and then just.... that party came along and... christ. that grinning thing. it was influnced by that... that creature. it went on a rampage. and also... Sammy... he apparently got into the ink, he didn’t get poisoned or anything it was just one drop and yet... it turned him into something else. on top of that, daniel and his pals went missing along with dot. i think she got out of here but i dunno... and  then of course that other group that was here. that’s when i saw it beat up the machine, like that demon was angry... how do i know all this? im too damn quiet for my own good, they don’t even know when im watching, even when im right behind them... and that... thing that joey summoned. it got scared i think... wanted me out of the picture. it says it’s gonna make something of me. my body aches all over cause mister drew of all people beat the crap out of me, but i bet it was that thing influencing everything around here. my head feels like it’s gonna be ripped off if i can’t find a way to calm this headache... if i ever get out anyway.  just recently it got one of our animators, turrning them into something else. an attempted alice clone, apparently it said that they looked more imperfect than the other two..? i guess it can only be talking about susie and miss pendle... oh boy i hope thomas and buddy are okay... i haven’t heard what it did but it can’t be good. Wally’s also gone too, but it’s planning to lure him back here, mister drew apparently wants that grinning demon of his to be as perfect as possible, and that probably means to have it devour whoever was closest to it. as if that would make it look more like the cartoon... i don’t know. im tired. light’s running out so that might be my time to call it quits, plus that grinning thing left. and i hear it’s whistling, that thing’s coming back... ah well... i ain’t going down without a fight. im a big as a bear and as henry used to say, i hit like a train. i ain’t letting that thing get the better of me.

#IT WAS SO SAD TO SEE HIM AS HE IS NOW. #HE WAS VERY TOUGH. #EVEN BROKE A FEW OF MY BONES. #BUT IN THE END. #I ALWAYS WIN. #BUT I DO ADMIT #HE DID CAME CLOSE TO KILLING MY PREVIOUS VESSEL. #AH WELL. #IT'S A SHAME HE'S A SHELL OF HIS FORMER SELF. #Mankind's Bad HABIT (The HABIT) #Fragments Of The Past (Lore)

[astraeusx]

WHAT IS YOUR TRUE ROLE IN THE STORY?

the fallen prodigy.

hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it? 

I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. where have you laid your youth to rest my love? is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it? 

oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? turning away in fear of what they once admired. your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted. 

I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. the people fear you know, do they normally cower at the sound of your name? ah don't fret, that makes two of us. the masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. the villain finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. you two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? to save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. 

oh what a sad and miserable life without love. is that why you chase loneliness? 

for is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? but don't become bitter from the pain. trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it. you are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. the scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. but keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart. 

I'll be rooting for you my friend.

tagged by: @eternasci im coming to steal mocha tagging: steal it and @ me!

#ha ow

[lordiavoloremade]

i see you posting about the heard v depp case but honestly i have no idea what happened(?) can you tell me what's going on? (very briefly, no need to say the whole deal if you don't feel like it) i don't even know who's in the wrong now. all i know is that people who are making memes out of this are dumb

this is going to be really short (and i HIGHLY suggest checking out the original sources and deciding for yourself because even if you trust me i am just a stranger on the internet and have my own biases, so dont take everything i say as gospel) this is pretty quickly summed up and i may have missed somethings, so i highly reccomend getting more than just my voice as a source. also if you or any of my followers just want to ignore this i totally understand and respect that, and this post is not to put pressure on anyone to post about my views on the case, just to inform those who would like to hear.

in 2016 amber heard wrote an article about her experiences w dv and did not name depp but it was assumed. she had mass support in the beginning and this was right before the start of the metoo movement. flash forward to now where depp has chosen to publically engage in a defamation trial (he purposefully went to virginia to do this case, in order for it to be livestreamed. its pretty impossible to win a case as a public figure for defamation, so his goal here isnt to get a verdict its to destroy heard and further tramuatize her in what is known as litigation abuse). now because people have been looking for an excuse to not believe metoo for a while, everyone and their mother has hoped onto johnny depps dick despite all of the evidence supporting all of amber heards claims. this is a guy who did blackface in the 2010s, and sent texts to his friend saying he wanted to murder and r*pe heards dead body. yet people believe that amber heard is a "narccisisitic" (people with cluster b mental illnesses are more likely to be hurt by others but whatever) female abuser and depp is their poor innocent male victim. if you try to say he isnt a victim of dv and is the perpetrator people tell you youre not supporting male victims even though he is not a victim (abusers will often use the "you were the abuser" tactic). most people who are on depps side are getting their information from youtubers (who have no qualifications, this INCLUDES people who are talking about body language like its a science, its not) and tiktoks (even worse). if you look at the evidence (i will link an article and a video below) all of it shows heard is innocent, and all shes guilty of is fighting back when she was being physically attacked. to make it worse depps fans have been attacking anyone (i guarentee you ill get more depp anons after this) who disagrees with the notion that depp is an abuser. his team is using unjust tactics like withess intimidation, to sway things to their side. as a victim of abuse i feel really passionately and horrifed by what i am seeing so thats why i post so much about it.

overall people just want another gabby petito. a pretty thin young dead white woman, because if youre anything else than the world doesnt see you as the victim.

sources:

https://youtu.be/Ec7o2uJeFDE

https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2022/05/modern-celebrity-fandom-johnny-depp-amber-heard-trial/629887/

blogs that im following regarding this case:

@justiceamberheard @valkyriesexual @bisexualbonnet

you can also check out my "depp heard case /" tag which has everything ive rbd so far. just make sure youre on my blog and click the tag below this post to get there.

#depp heard case / #abuse / #answered

[girlwithnomemory1563]

muhaha

hellooo i went out to the bar thursday and saw an arrangement of characters! they won't seem that important but since there's like lore behind every single person in the small ass town i live in, having these special appearances being made was a big deal to me! i love a special appearance! a surprise guest on the show! this will be a long post bc there is a lot of yapping. i was contemplating making a second post but no bc that would just be weird i think...

so the night started with me and jane and her boyfriend jack hanging out at her house getting ready. and while we were getting ready, jack gets a snap from his roommate (matt) admitting that he drank almost all of the bottle of vodka! by himself! so that pissed us off (me not so much bc hes just an alcoholic baby guys dont be so mean to him) but jack was able to get another bottle very quickly and very luckily! so once we got that bottle, we sat in the parking lot and passed it between us. then we went in! this is where my memory is blurry like the timeline of things, but i remember events so that's what i'll talk about.

i remember jack and jane fighting a lot abt something i literally can't even remember right now, and me trying to mediate. my mediation skills are already poor so you can imagine what being drunk did for them. i got a look from jack after i said something and i knew thats when i needed to pipe down. and did! they eventually got over it and we were able to go back in and dance. i love dancing with them bc i get face jane and dance towards her and still be able to see jack since he's dancing behind her. i'll be blunt, the liquor was making it give threesome energy. jack kept looking at me sorta weird and like smiling when i was dancing with jane and she was like watching this happen and smiling at me too? hello guys im also smiling? smile? idk it was weird and def just caused by the liquor. now that im sober and sane, i would neva!

ok ok so now for the special guest stars! i had the pleasure (yuck) of seeing my older cousin's friends from highschool! i only went to school with them for two years, so i don't totally know them but i know them enough to be like "hey guys omg! yeah yeah he's my cousin he's good!" with them, ya know? so drunk me did just that bc it just happened to be like the three most obnoxiously jock type of guys. ofc i had to go talk to them. plus, the guy i went up to has been coming by my fast food job a lot so i had to approach him. so i go up to him and we're both like, exclaim at the same time at each other which was unexpected on my side but i was like "oh my god you're at my job so much!" and he was like "oh my god my favorite fast food worker!" and it was funny. and we chatted and i offered him my cart and he made this real sleazy face and was like "why are you being so sweet to me". imagine roblox smirk face, i am not even lying. and then we just chatted more and then i started talking to his friend some how who i actually didnt recognize fully but i knew he was in their class. and when i would dap this guy up to show respect (he was talking abt quitting something or something) he would like try to intertwine our fingers and hold my hand. i had to laugh in his face bro i couldn't help it. and then i like dapped him up again to leave and he tried to hold it and i took it away real quick while still laughing and went back to jane and jack. then we just danced and i felt all of their little group judging us lowk. idk maybe im just being insecure but i felt it dammit!

ok thats really all i remember LMAO. i know more happened but i can't for the life of me remember. something something happening back in jack's room, tension ooo? i wish i could remember but i CANNOT! but yeah that's all! luv a good girl's night :]

#blog #text post #im just a girl #girlblogging #just girly posts #hehe