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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 6 months

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gojo always seems to be off in a world of his own.

a little detached, you think. awkwardly long limbs constantly on the move, eyes stuck in a direction no one else can follow, a trajectory you don’t think even he knows. one blink and he's gone, just like that. too far ahead, too far above, even on the occasions he slows down and lets you catch up.

flimsy, maybe. like he’ll get carried away by the breeze when spring rolls around. like he’d turn into seafoam if you reached out and touched him.

satoru gojo is an anomaly, a blurry cluster of stars. or maybe more like a planet, big and blue, spinning around its own orbit, out of reach for every single star in the sky.

high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. but there's a softness to him when he's alone, you’ve come to learn; something that almost seems fragile, under the light of the moon, when the dark sky casts a shadow to obscure the contours of his face and no one’s around to notice if his smile isn't as big as it should be.

no one except for you, anyhow.

(you wonder if your presence is really that inconsequential to him.)

the beach is entirely empty, save for you and gojo. and summer’s ending, burning into little cinders, sputtering out before your very eyes.

tokyo is just beginning to dip its toes into autumn, the frost and chill, the hiss of the biting wind. the rusting of leaves, contaminated by a muddy hue, turned orange and brown and red beneath your heavy feet; littering the murky, empty streets of the rainy towns you cross. smelling of rotten apples and cinnamon, old books and burning wood.

it’s dark out. painted a thick gray, the sky is blanketed by heavy clouds, the entire world hidden behind that coating of wool. not a single sliver of starlight slips through, but there's a comfort to it, that feeling of being cocooned — safe and warm. a feeling cruelly stripped away by the nipping of the wind at your bare skin, but you digress.

everything smells of saltwater. a little like rotten fish. every breath you exhale turns into a flurry of vapour, mingling with the breezy seasalt of the open air; scattering away into the thin layer of mist all around you, until you can’t tell which is which.

and a sense of foreboding sinks into your veins.

(you look out at the jagged rocks piercing the surface of the sea, and dully wonder how they’d feel piercing your skin.)

something shivers, to your right. a flicker of movement, a barely audible chatter of teeth. and then, a white puff of vapour.

”man, it’s cold.”

gojo looks displeased.

only vaguely, a little crease between his eyebrows as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his puffy baseball jacket. moving his feet a little, to warm up, snowy tufts of white hair tousled by the ocean breeze. his shoes are muddied by the wet sand, but he doesn't seem to mind.

a soft scoff leaves your lips, mostly harmless. maybe just a little smug. ”told you,” you click your tongue.

gojo whines. his sunglasses are starting to fog up, you notice. ”it’s still summer!” he pouts. ”i thought the sea would be nice and breezy!”

an unimpressed look smooths over your features. gracing him with a raise of your brow, you don’t fully manage to bite back the soft smile that follows. don’t even really attempt to.

it’s been a long day. evidently not long enough for gojo, seeing as he dragged you down here — even though he knew it meant missing the train you were supposed to board after successfully finishing your mission. he just had to get a closer look at the sea. just for a moment or two.

and he was insistent, persuasive. awfully whiny. assuring you that he’d be quick, that you wouldn’t miss the next one.

(what made you agree was simply the thought of spending some more time with him. not like you could ever tell him that, though.)

so there you stand. two juveniles, shivering and shifting from foot to foot, on the brink of nightfall, the edge of summertime. watching the sea stretch out into infinity, across the gap between this world and the next. a murky blue. easy on the eyes.

the noise of the sea fills your ears; waves crashing into sand, the whistling of the wind, seagulls crying out in the distance. and faraway, the chatter of a rattling train. a cacophony of sounds, buzzing and crackling, melting together. scattered across the beach are countless tiny white seashells, and the occasional green glimmer of drift glass — mermaids’ tears, shed for lost sailors, or so you’ve heard.

you wonder if the mermaids ever shed tears for lost sorcerers. probably not.

a shiver runs through your body, down to your cold hands, the tips of your fingers. reddish and itching for warmth. you tuck them into your pockets with a breathless exhale, still shaking a little.

in truth, you and gojo aren’t very close. you’d like to call him a friend, but it's kind of hard; when he's so enamored with suguru, so animated around shoko. with you, he always seems kind of —

stiff?

or maybe more like bored.

he doesn't laugh as loudly, doesn’t act as cocky. doesn't flaunt his knowledge on sorcery, and isn't as clingy as he is with the other two.

(you've never liked people touching you. it's not hard for others to discern, with how you flinch away when they get close.

still, you can't help but feel a little jealous when you see him tugging suguru and shoko around.)

deep within your chest, like a stunted seaweed, sprouts a tiny pang of disappointment. it’d be nice if you could grow closer, you think. just a little would be fine.

”i like the sea.”

you turn your head.

gojo looks a little lost in thought. gaze trained on that expanding ocean before you, those splotches of blue and gray, the waves that bruise the edge of the sand. forlorn, maybe.

a hum buzzes in your dry throat. ”do you?”

”mm.” little white breaths slip from his lips. you wonder if they’d taste as salty as the air. ”’ts nice.”

a silence stretches out before you. delicate, like a sheet of glass. gojo picks at a piece of lint on his sleeve, and you shift from foot to foot. then he closes his eyes — a flutter of his dewy eyelashes.

”kinda makes you feel like everything’s about to end, huh?”

you look at him, but don’t see anything. a single glimpse of his closed eyes is all you gain from the glance you cast his way, but it’s not enough. not enough blue to fall into, no expression to savour. he looks the same as always.

but you’ve never heard his voice sound like this before.

”… end?”

and with that, they flicker open. there it is, you think. that vibrant blue. only to be obscured once more, when he turns to you fully, a smile playing at his glossy lips. ”don’t think so?”

a second passes. you look forward.

what you see is as follows: waves upon waves upon waves. the same blue and gray, as far as the eye can see. a sea big enough to drown each and every one of your worries.

something comes over you. a sensation of loneliness, something close to longing. a feeling of being rather lost. searching for something. your heart feels heavy, an anchor sunk to the bottom of your gut. little fish nipping at your ribcage.

your eyes trail over those jagged rocks, again. the mermaids’ tears, that all-consuming sea, right in front of you. like it could open its maw and devour the world.

you think of the lost sailors.

(one jump and it’s all over.)

a breath. salty on your tongue. ”… i guess i get it,” you whisper. a soft murmur, mingling with the mist.

silence.

out of the corner of your eye, you see gojo shift. one moment he’s looking at you, the next he’s staring at the sea. in tandem, the two of you, stuck within that shade of blue. and you think he looks a little mesmerized, like he’s seeing something not even he can fully comprehend.

(maybe he just hasn’t had many chances to go to the beach before. something to do with being a clan kid, maybe?)

but then he clears his throat, hands moving to brush some sand off his puffy jacket and jeans. turning on his heel, hair ruffled by the breeze. he tries to sound chipper, but there’s something else there. you don’t know what it is, but…

”anyway,” he chirps. ”let’s go. we can still make it to the next train if we hurry.”

you look at him. his retreating figure, a head of white hair, surrounded by mist. a little like an apparition. then you turn towards the sea.

”… nah, that’s fine.”

a pause.

gojo stills, just about to take the first step forward. but you stay rooted in place; unmoving, staring at the blue before you, a deep longing reflected in your eyes.

”let’s stay a little longer,” you hum, unsure of where the words came from. but you know you aren’t ready for the moment to end, just yet. that you aren’t quite ready for summer to pass.

…

all he does is stare, for a second or two. attempting to find some humour in your voice, you assume, any signs that you might just be joking. but he doesn’t find it. uncharacterstically silent, gojo stays frozen in place.

then he puffs out a breath — amused.

”you wanna freeze to death?” he grins, and you can hear it in his voice. you turn to face him, almost smiling. a little cheeky.

”you’ll warm me up, no?”

the words fall from your lips before you can think to reel them in. meant to sound a little snarky, you think, something akin to a chuckle — but instead come out sounding a little too much like an honest request.

the tips of your ears feel a little warm, suddenly.

a sense of surprise smooths over the contours of gojo’s face, and his grin falters. you can’t see his eyes, can’t tell if they widen or not, but his lips part, and you note that they look soft.

and it’s back. that grin. toothy, boyish. his cheeks are rosy, from the chill of the air, or so you assume. then he’s taking a couple strides forward, broaching the distance between you.

he throws an arm over your shoulder. a heavy weight against you, grounding, causing you to stumble. friendly, tugging you close. into his orbit.

(no infinity, you note. you can feel his body heat seeping through the fabric.)

it's nice. he's tall, and he's warm. cozy, protecting you from the bitter cold, like your own personal furnace. no wonder suguru never catches any colds, with someone like this draped over him all the time.

gojo speaks. there’s a sweetness to his voice, a mellow kind of contentment; bubbling up like seafoam, spilling from his glossy lips. you can feel his warm breath on your skin.

”well, duh.”

when your gaze falls on him, he's already looking at you. leaning closer, sunglasses slipping a little further down the bridge of his nose — enough to expose the blue of his eyes, the tiny splotches of white scattered across his aquamarine iris. like a cracked marble. or a summer sea.

he’s speaking again, and you almost don't hear it. distracted by those cracked marbles, the strawberry red of his cheeks, the warmth shared between you. the pitter patter of your heartbeat, like waves crashing against the sand. mesmerized. not daring to look away.

almost like you’d cease to exist, were he to close his eyes. like your existence hinges entirely on the blue of those irises.

(and maybe it does.)

he nods towards the sea, and grins. a mischievous glint in his eyes. ”wanna take a dip?” he asks, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. it makes you laugh, either way.

”do you want to freeze to death?” you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. subtly angling your body closer to his, hoping he won’t notice.

gojo honest to god giggles, at that, and you fear your knees might give out beneath your weight. fuck, has he always had dimples? why are you only noticing them now?

”hehe. i just think it'd be fun!” he chirps, still draped over you like an overgrown cat, and you almost find yourself saying yes. just to keep the summer from ending, keep him from being swept away by the breeze.

but summer is ending. slipping away, second by second, like two juveniles drowned by an ocean wave. never to be found. and in comes autumn, the smell of rotting apples, the crunch of sand beneath your feet; an arm over your shoulder, an intake of breath. the taste of nice, crispy air on your tongue.

a chuckle flows from your lips. all you see before you is blue, a murky shade, a vibrant hue. you think you could drown in it. you’re not sure you’d mind.

”maybe next time,” you whisper.

gojo’s eyes widen. ever so slightly, barely enough to even notice, until they bloom — with a kind of bubbly excitement. unconcealed giddiness. there’s something awfully precious about it, like a child buying cotton candy at their first fair. it makes you want to tuck him into your pocket. keep him safe.

you like him, unfortunately. inevitably. you think you may even like him a lot, a little more than you should. a little more than he could reciprocate.

satoru gojo. high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. a seaborne boy with his very own orbit, born to carry the weight of the world, spinning so close that you can almost delude yourself into thinking he feels the same.

almost.

(gojo glances at your lips. he wonders if they’d taste as salty as the air.)

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stinkypeanutbutter · 16 days

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I’d like to headcanon that some of the squad have shared playlists , and one giant one for them all . They check out each others Spotify or Amazon or YouTube idk what they use anyway they check it out and if it pairs similar to their own , they join together and create one to play when they are chilling or showing to the others . The BIG one is them all together , meaning lots and lots and lots of bickering over what song gets put in and what doesn’t . Usually , it’s just Aiden complaining about the songs he can’t add ( VERY mixed style , some songs are a little too goofy . But don’t worry , he’ll add them on when no one’s looking )

#I imagine of course Ben and Tyler #kinda like from there one doodle post red made of them listening to music together #Taylor and Aiden . Listen just listen . Taylor . .#but she listens to rock and metal . HEAR ME OUTT !!!!#i want to share my playlist with Taylor pslsplsls I would do Aiden cause I love him but my playlist isn’t that far out enough to fit him 💔#Or is that not how it works isk #Aiden and Taylor absolutely jamming OUT to MONSTARRR ( I love that song sosoosos much 🫶🫶 )#Ashlyn and uhhh Logan because I can just imagine it #Logan would probably put on instrumental astrology music #Is that a thing ?? Idk #Also ashlyn and Tyler #It makes sense to me idk #Taylor and and Logan because she also really likes soft music #Or softer music idk how to put it but pop music and indie music cause I like it #Logan and Ben cause they chill like that :33 #Aiden kept on trying to put EMO BOY on the playlist ( I would too )#They allowed slipknot cause Taylor likes them too 🫶#Do these make sense at all idk #SO GO AND TEL YOUR FRIENDS THAT IM A FRAKING MONSTAR #I want to draw that so bad ngl #why am I typing on this so much #Logan grabbing aiden by the shoulders absolutely begging him not to ever put on his playlist in front of his grandparents #It’s that insane sometimes 💥💥#Okay bye 🦶#school bus graveyard #sbg #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard webtoon

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autism-corner · 11 months

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Cozy nights in the attic with Belphegor are unlike anything else. The two of you are wrapped up together, simply enjoying eachothers company. He's sprawled out on the bed, excitedly explaining his next big prank on Lucifer. You can't really focus on his plans however, far more interested in the lines his face makes when he smiles, in the way his eyes seem to light up, in the way his armmovement makes his belly peek out. It's the little details like that which make your time together so much more enjoyable. Its the way he looks at you with adoration in his eyes. It doesn't matter that you didn't receive any of his arrangements. What matters is the way you smile at him, the way you reach for his hands and the way your face slowly inches closer to his. You know you have the same adoration mirrored in your eyes.

You smile and laugh together, tumbling over eachothers bodies. You kiss his cheek and his nose and his eyes, translating all that's already been said. He holds you close with his hands around your waist, while he smiles and giggles with every kiss.

When its time to go to dinner, the both of you leave hand in hand, still giddy about all that happened. Neither of you dread the interruption. There's comfort in knowing that these moments will keep happening for ever and forever, as long as you're together.

#obey me belphegor #:p #anyway when i first started thinking about this it felt like i was fucking cheating on Levi... no clue whats up with that :)#hes so cute <33 #itd be so soft and cute and we'd giggle and kiss and bath in eachothers light and the world would be perfect for a moment #obey me #sillyposting #im an attic fanatic i think id love that room #im totally not biased bc my room is already in an attic btw /s #it has its downsides but i think being there together with belphs would outweight them <33 #im using to many hearts but you get it <33 #hehehehhe belphie my love!!!#my work #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me fluff

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oranjeleeuw · 8 months

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Enchanted is so Toro Rosso Versainz coded

#Firsts in everything #Yes i love how I started out as a lestappen only blog but man oh man the Toro Rosso days Max was such a cute little baby boy #With the world's biggest crush on Carlos #He was so into him my child probably thought this was love at first sight like written in the stars #Meant for each other with their upbringings this just had to happen to them #And he just has to wait for the fairy tale to write itself so Carlos will feel the same #My agenda is that boys also have very soft daydreams in themselves about love and friendship and the perfect future #And I chose Max to be my poster boy for this agenda #Little boys who suffered a lot yearn for soft things the most #f1 #33 #versainz #55 #33v55 #Max Verstappen #carlos sainz

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saintchaser · 11 months

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"do we still love each other?" evan asked, and there was madness in love. they had stayed behind after a meeting, and evan grabbed barty aside; both of them looked horrible, yet they basked into a morbid glory of debauchery and death.

because everyone around them was dying. by their own hands, some, blood and guts and screams dying in the back of their throats. by the orders of the dark lord, some, revenge and recklessness. alone, some, and no one knew where they were, they had just known of a lonely funeral and of carnations scattered in the snow.

evan loved barty in a way that set fire to him. it was a love that burned, a love that destroyed him. it was the kind of love that splits you open, blood and bones and guts splayed in front of your loved, of a vulnerability that is so unique, and evan wondered if he would ever love anyone else the same, if his love for someone would ever be sane. (probably not, he thought, and he hoped he was right.)

war changed them. angriness and grief molded into death, and, if revenge and love means death, evan would kill and die for it.

"of course we do," he grinned, and there was something unsure in his answer, but evan liked it that way. evan liked the uncertainty of things but, as long as barty was his, as long as they would spill at each other's feet and gnaw at each other's hearts, they would live.

barty kissed him, and it tasted like blood, madness, and love.

#okay this one turned gorey so i'm just gonna #gore tw #tw gore #there. so i never really actually explored the dynamic between evan and barty because it's the first time i'm writing them and yeah #but they're actually so fucked up and insane and in love and i like them. and i'm totally normal about this dynamic #anyways i cannot for the life of me see this ship as soft and cute like. they're insane. that's it. bye #anyways!!!!#death tw #tw death #(because these are also mentioned)#evan rosier #barty crouch jr #rosekiller #my writing #do we still love each other?#this is for iheartmoons <33

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bcneheaded · 1 month

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HI HELLO if anyone's wondered where I've been....... its been either work kicking my ass lately OR.... elden ring. JJFJDFSD

#( ooc )#( tbd )#ive started playing that game like a week or two ago and i am OBSESSED MY GUYS...#I admit tho ive really only been exploring and grinding for the fun of it (also bc Big Enemies Scary and I'm bad at this game <3 FsddFSDFS)#BUT STILL YEA #elden ring... new fixation..... i am around tho!! brain needs a writing break i think.... kinda sorta #activity will be sparse nodnodnod but i might put out a few things here and there #(also edit here but THAT BEING SAID #....i have a new oc that was born from elden ring ..... she's a prisoner type tarnished fhfhf a draconian lady with Feral Eyes #she can and will bite you and deeply wants to rekindle her dragon blood <3 i dont have the brain to elaborate further but #the flame of ambition? lit right under this lady's ass unfortunately and will step on people with little/no remorse to fulfill them #She's not.... EVIL.... just not great <33 #her full name is Cygnatratus but she also goes by Cyg/Cygna or w/e #she has no friends or family tho (any that are alive anyway) so its not like anyone calls her anything jgdfjgdfjgd #she does however... have a soft spot for Fia and Hewg.... weirdly enough.... also oddly for Iji...#will she still kill them if she has to tho? yea #ANYWAY....#toddles off and falls asleep on the floor or smthn

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yuukimiyas · 4 months

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ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ happy new years my loves!! i am so so SO beyond grateful to have had the pleasure of growing my lil city & was able to meet all of you!! whether we interact only briefly or on the daily just know i appreciate & adore every single one of you more than words can possibly describe ໒꒰ྀིㅅ´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა i wouldn’t be half the person i am if it weren’t for you guys <33 & im so proud to say that i have made some amazing forever friends (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾⁾ ik this yr wasn’t easy & it def had its struggles but everyday you continued to show up & be your v best self & i am so proud of you <33 i just know you’re going to continue to do even MORE amazing things!! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ 2024 is our yr!! <33 i am kissin your noses so gently as the ball drops!! mwah!!

#ᕱ⑅ᕱ.* journals!#okay i’m ab to get a lil soft ૮꒰ྀི ∩៸៸៸∩ ‎꒱ྀིა im feelin WEEPY!!!#but i remember tellin my bestie that i wanted to rlly get back into tumblr again & im so glad i did bc i got to meet all of YOU!!#i’ve done a lot of healing in these past yrs + made rlly stupid mistakes + tried everyday to better from them & it was HARD & i learned SM #after growing & coming to terms w my past & moving toward my future i’ve happy to say i am the happiest i’ve ever been <3 #& no matter what i was feeling if it was a particularly hard brain day you guys never stopped treating me like i was human <3 #& for that i truly thank you ໒꒰ྀི ´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა i lost a lot but im determined to get it back & then some!! bc im not my mistakes!!#i’m what i’ve learned from them!! & i am only continuing to be my best self every single day!!#i just hope you guys know you mean the world to me ໒꒰ྀི ∩´﹏`∩ ꒱ྀིა & idk what i’d do w/out my fave neighbors & city pals!! <33 #i can’t wait to make so many more memories w you all in the new yr!! ᜊ꒰ ᜊ ´ ˘꒱ ੭♡ cheers to us bbys!! i just know its gonna be amazing!! <3 #smoochin you all on midnight tonight + tmrw & every midnight after that <33 i love you all endlessly ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

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1980ssunflower · 1 year

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EL WIWI.......

#f/o:💖what a fool believes🎸#tape entry circa 1980 #i forgot for a sec why min is cropped half out like that and THEN remembered #they were both walking off the screen when ryan turns around to look like this and mins already half out of the shot #so i couldnt save him 😔💔💔#ANYWAYS tiny.....#i love how thin his legs are compared to min hjfdk #tiny princess of a man #auhh thinking so many ryan thoughts tbh #how thin and small his hands are compared to mins larger meatier hands #his thin neck ESP compared to min #his cute round features and his sparkling beautiful eyes #his cute :3 smile he always does fjdks #how fluffy and cute his hair is 💖💖#his cute pretty nose and soft lips <33 #and his glasses 💖💖💖#they suite him so so well he looks gorgeous in them <33 #ive dreamt abt his glasses a lot #his glasses just feel very important to me hjdfks #i feel so soft thinking abt taking them off for him when he falls asleep w them on #to put them on his face when he first wakes up #cleaning the lenses w my shirt before putting them back on him #tucking his hair back behind his ear to when doing so #also just his hands...#ive noticed when it comes to them both that hands seem to be so significant to me when im in love #like it makes my heart ache to think abt holding their hands in mine and pressing them against my face before pressing kisses on their palm #just soft soft kisses on the palms of their hands and i press them close to my face #kissing every individual finger just every inch of their hands #something abt it feels so so deeply special to me

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 2 months

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Haiii hello :3 I’m back again with more stsg thoughts !! So,, I feel like we can all recognise that teen stsg are complete and utter losers BUT there are quite a few scenes in the anime that make it obvious that the both of them are capable of being serious to protect people when it’s necessary.. and it made me think of how they would react if you got seriously injured hmmm HMMMMM (this totally isn’t yummy to me because I wanna see feral protective stsg…. Totally…..) or maybe it’s a lil like when Toji told sugu that he killed satoru hhhh … like ur all on a mission together and u get separated somehow and satoru is like “where tf did y/n go 🙁🙁” and whoever they’re fighting comes outta nowhere like “oh I killed th-“ 💥💥💥💥💥💥 ‘n it turns out you’re just a little injured 😭😭 but I feel like they’d be sooo dramatic and worried about you :( and satoru “jokes” that now they won’t be able to leave u alone incase u get injured again…he’s just gonna have to keep an eye on u and protect u forever and ever (he means it) and sugu js goes full mother mode like he’s forcing u to stay in bed, makes you soup, reminds u to take pain meds and listens to every word of advice the doctor gives to help u recover from the injury 💔💔 hrherh I know this wasn’t as long as my usual asks but I thought it was cute and I’ve been thinking about the stupid losers all day… can’t wait to see the sashisu thing uve been working on too !! I love them sooo much I know shoko doesn’t get much love in this fandom :( loser boys (stsg) taking up too much of the spotlight smh…. Move outta the way…. It’s bae shokos turn…. (Joke I still love stsg💔) but she’s my cute tired loser wife with a coffee addiction and I hold her very dear to my heart she’s my princess with a disorder (the disorder is depression) hehe I hope u have a wonderful day/night/whatever time it is for uuu !! — stsg anon !! 💗🌸

had to go into pixlr to make this r u proud of me…. HEHEH STSG ANON MY SWEETIE my number one supplier of treats <33333 i loveloveloveeee feral protective stsg…. ure so real…… they’re both wolfboys at heart i think .

but ohhhh u always get them perfectly….. toru joking around to lighten to mood (but he’s actually not joking at all) while sugu goes mother hen mode……… :((( they’re both sooo so worried. there’s nothing they wouldn’t do to protect u!!!….. one scenario i keep thinking of is reader falling down a set of stairs or slipping on a patch of ice when it’s cold n slippery outside…. and spraining their ankle… so stsg has to take care of them and they’re both just. Wrecks. bc they feel sooo guilty and they hate seeing u in pain….. i imagine that it’d hit sugu extra hard so toru tries to be more serious and mature than usual to make up for it!! idk i just feel like sugu is especially prone to blaming himself over things like this :((( even if it wasn’t his fault at all…. and he tries to distract himself from the shame by tending to u like a baby chick. makes u food and carries u around the house…. sits u down on his lap and tries to distract u from the way his eyes gloss over w tears bc he can’t stop looking at the cast on ur foot and he just feels so incredibly guilty :((((((((….. sniffle. i wanna hug him.

i got carried away phfkdjkdkf BUT I LOVE YOUUU STSG ANON and i love this concept sm…….. they’re both papabears :((( i feel like satoru gets a lot more serious when you’re injured, while suguru gets more meek than usual…. it’s kind of a reversal of their usual roles but it’s great bc they balance each other out !! :3 like. in the scenario above i feel like satoru might get frustrated bc they told you to be careful not to slip on the ice or whatever but suguru is there to remind him that you’re in pain and that it was an accident :(( and when it’s a more minor injury i think suguru is the one to get slightly condescending bc why would you go out into the rain without a jacket?? /obviously/ you’d catch a cold, dummy. and satoru is there to defend your honour with his life LMAO…… they’re sooo so silly.

ALSOOOO STSG ANON ….. i’m so glad that ure excited for the sashisu fic 😭😭😭 that made me so happy!!! i agree sm, shoko is sooo underrated she’s my little meow meow i love her sm :((

she’s my cute tired loser wife with a coffee addiction and I hold her very dear to my heart she’s my princess with a disorder (the disorder is depression)

YOU’RE SO REALLLLL PDHFJJDJF MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS WITH A DISORDER <3…. i knew i could trust u stsg anon, she’s SUCH a loser and we don’t talk abt it enough smh. she’s literally soooo similar to stsg like they’re all the same… soft sappy silly little losers…… oh how i love them so <33

#THANK U FOR THE FOOD BELOVED i hope u have a wonderful day/night too :33 #it’s pretty late where i am but im gonna stay up a lil longer hehe #ALSOOOO STSG ANON pls dw abt the lenght of ur asks!! there’s never ever any pressure for u to send in long asks/stsg asks/anything at all!#ily and appreciate u always <333 it’s always fun talking to u no matter what!!!!!#but sighhh. feral stsg…. they make me so insane….. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#wolfboys truly. they’re Scary when they’re mad but they’d never be like that w u :((#but like. if someone were to catcall u….. or if a creep was talking to u…… ohhhh Boy #they can and WILL intimidate the hell out of said creep and probably scare u in the process LMAO #but then they’re back to being ur silly soft losers and it’s like ???? WHO R U ?#i love them so bad thank u for being insane abt them w me stsg anon #ask tag ✩#stsg anon !! ✩

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linonyang · 8 months

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not writing for two weeks seriously helped me, now i have too many ideas for my fics 🥹 /pos

#idk i love how the urge to write suddenly spiked today #but it kinda sucks bc i know i'll be inconsistent again once the term starts again...... next week lol #i'll keep all of these ideas in mind so i could work on them whenever i can <33 #idk if i should write first 1) minho soft eyes hc 2) painting faith prequel with felix or 3) jisung fic with hopeless romantic mc #those are like my main priorities rn since the ideas are TOOO many but yeah i hope i can finish at least one of them soon #bc my brain's so active and all over the place rn and idk which to continue first LMAO #r.text

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one chance + fenix 👀

4. once chance characters: fenix hayes, vesper moxley (timeline here is set during their first weird moments together, my most precious) words: 3.923 warnings: blood, violence, death, subtle gore (i’m feeling like that video of tom hardy saying sex violence murder violence gambling greed lechery and then throwing a stick while listing this) nothing too intense but you know, also clownery.

“You have one chance to survive this, cowboy.” The man suggested as he was circling Fenix’s slumped form sitting on one of the most uncomfortable metal chairs he ever had the displeasure to sit on. He held a knife in his hands, the blade short, and kept intimidatingly playing with it. He crunched down enough to enter Fenix’s dizzy vision, a cut just above his brow making blood pour right over his left, barely open, eye. The cold flat side of the blade suddenly was placed just below his chin and got pushed slightly, just enough to lift his head. “And that’s just right in front of you.” Two pair of eyes – aside from the ones of the squalid gang surrounding them – fixed on the tall woman staring at the scene, lips pressed tight in disgusts and arms tightly crossed over her chest. “Ain’t that right, miss V?”

Fenix twisted his wrists, skin scraping against the rough material holding them together and preventing any movement; the only thought circling his mind was how bad he wanted to smash his fists against that bald tattooed head he grew so tired to see rotating around him. The knife left his chin and his head came falling forward once again, the weapon now found its place right above the open, burning wound on his thigh. “You should be grateful I’m giving you this opportunity, I could just kill you right here and now.” The metallic tip sank into the exposed flesh: leg instantly went rigid and a painful sound was muted by the fabric preventing him to speak, teeth clenching tightly into it.

“Cut the bullshit.” Vesper’s voice boomed in the empty factory; if worry was clouding her mind, then she was doing a great job at hiding it. “Tell me what I need to do.”

The man straightened up and a dry laugh followed, the knife now pointing at her as he dramatically got closer as slow as possible. “You know, I like you.” Accent was thick but Vesper couldn’t recognize the provenance. “I’m sorry you had to get mixed up in this mess but maybe, if you survive, you will learn to choose your company a little bit better.” His smile was squalid, making her nose scrunch up in disgust at the proximity. The cyber-jaw, the dragons tattooed right on his head, even his small rat-like eyes should’ve rang a bell – it’s not easy to forget a face like that – but nothing clicked into Vesper’s head, she had no idea why this guy had them kidnapped and let his goons beat Fenix nearly senseless. One of his many fuck ups, probably.

“Drop the fucking act, I don’t even know what’s going on or who are you. And I don’t fucking care too.” She glared at the man as his features twisted into yet another smile. He turned on his heels and looked back at Fenix.

“Your – what word should I use – your choom here, stole something very valuable from me. This is payback, if you’d like to call it that.” Fenix laughed, the sound unclear but the mocking intention extremely distinct. “You find this funny?” Eyes narrowed, as the tied man once again said something that couldn’t be deciphered. “Get that thing off his mouth, for fuck’s sake.” He barked out the order, clearly pissed at the smugness that someone in this position shouldn’t have.

One of his thugs quickly pushed the cloth from Fenix’s mouth: as soon as the freedom was regained, Fenix crunched forward, probably in pain, and spit out blood right on the floor before speaking.

“Well fuck me sideways, if you wanted a date you could’ve just asked. It’s a bit too crowded too for my tastes.” Vesper rolled her eyes at the comment: why can’t he never shut up? In fact, consequences followed immediately, his laugh got cut short when a fist crushed against his face making more blood escape his lips.

“You think this is some kind of fucking joke?” The boss bared his teeth, face starting to turn red.

“This circus ain’t missing the clown so maybe.” Another blow, this time aimed right to his stomach, making him choke and gasp for air. And nearly show to the world what his dinner was about.

“Fenix, shut up. Christ.” Vesper commanded, exasperation evident in her tone as he kept making the situation messier. He offered back a smirk and actually stayed quiet, letting his head fall against the wall behind him.

“Finally, someone with common sense in this god forsaken city!” Vesper grimaced at the exclamation, she didn’t wish for her words to be mistaken as anything else other than a desperate attempt at avoiding any more physical pain for her friend – wait, was he a friend now? A colleague maybe? A nuisance at best. “Enough chatter. Let’s get straight to the point. Give her the gun.” The dragon-man gestured to one of his subordinates and a firearm was unfastened from the holster and presented right in front of Vesper’s face. She looked at it with scepticism but immediately picked it up: a too foolish move giving her a gun so easily, that could only mean that something was up. “Don’t look so excited, there’s only one bullet in there. Enough to get the job done.” Next, a second thug throwed him what looked like an apple and he walked right back to the so-called thief; Fenix shut his eyes and let out a raspy laugh as realization hit him, the situation couldn’t turn more surreal than this.

“Fucking hell, you’re out of your mind.” A ringed backhand smashed against his face, aiming to stop the mocking laugh but achieving it only for a few seconds.

“You dumb cowboy bitch. Be grateful for this and be sure to put up a good show for us.” He gave a few playful smacks to the same area he just hit, skin slightly teared apart by the gold rings. “And stay put if you don’t want to lose your head.” He slapped a hand on Fenix’s shoulders and turned to look at Vesper. “Now, let’s try a test of marksmanship. Like we are in one of the knights stories our acquaintance loves so much.” He sank his teeth in the apple he was holding and then placed the fruit right on top of the blonde’s head. “Shoot the apple and the both of you are free. Fail and I will zero both. If you accidentally flatline the bastard yourself…well, we’ll see. Might offer you a job then.”

“Man, you are fucking insane. Did you watch some kind of movie like this lately or something?” Vesper responded plainly and Fenix let out a hard scoff at the words, the red fruit already dangerously threating to fall off his head. Asking for a normal day was too much, could she at least ask for a normal kidnapping?

“Again, please consider this as a sign of my never-ending mercy. And don’t get weird ideas, let me repeat: it’s one bullet, if you do something funny you will die.” As the words were uttered an unmistakable sound reached Vesper’s ears, she didn’t have to turn around to see the pistol pointing at her head.

“You can shoot me down yourself right here and now then, the little fighter here is a pro at throwing punches but those eyes of hers…Guess they just don’t work that well.” Fenix’s tone was arrogant; confidence never left this man, not even in the worst situation. “Although beautiful, of course.” His gaze focused on her, a smirk plastered over his face as they shared a look.

“Yeah right, if you want me to shoot him dead just say it so we can avoid the pity show. There’s no way I’m gonna succeed here.” Vesper reasoned, her gaze leaving Fenix’s just for few minutes, just enough to stare dead in the eye their captor. She didn’t plan to mock or trick him, that was just plain truth: guess all the hits and the blood and the injuries of working in her field did wonders her vision. Oddly, neither her nor Fenix seemed too fazed by it, like the risk of killing him wasn’t there.

“You two are going to make me lose my damn mind.” The man touched his metallic jaw and let out an exasperated sigh. “Just do what I told you and make us have some fun.” He nearly shouted, patience easily slipping from his hands.

Vesper complied and got into position, gun pointing right at her sitting target. Gaze focused but her vision decided to not cooperate as the outline of the man – and her real, red target – were blurry; the darkness engulfing the room didn’t help in her task. Fenix sat as still as possible and gave a slow wink with the only eye that he could still keep open to the armed woman he grew to trust so blindly. He had no reason to do so, as they were not friends but surely neither strangers, yet he felt confident letting his life lay in her hands. Trust was a funny thing to him, mysterious too.

Immediately, Vesper pulled the trigger and that single bullet went crushing just behind the wall, missing completely the target. The shot so close to Fenix’s face he swore he lost his right ear for a moment; he jumped on the chair at the booming sound of the gun, breath laboured and eyes wide open as he stared first at the hole in the concrete and then ahead, the red fruit that was sitting on his head had now tumbled down on the floor. Holy fuck, he muttered, startled.

Lips tightly pressed together in annoyance, Vesper kept looking straight ahead as if trying to locate where her bullet went flying. Her audience was laughing loudly at the pathetic performance, the one that offered the challenge even clapping his hands sarcastically. Failure is such a hard pill to swallow.

Whatever then, she thought. As her opponents were too busy deriding her, Vesper jumped at the glimpse of a chance, taking advantage of their distraction: turning to her side and roughly clutching the arm of the man holding her at gunpoint, she twisted it and slammed the barrel of the gun on his temple – once, twice – with as much force as possible and left the guy fall to the ground.

Laughter was cut short immediately, yelling took its place. Fenix leapt on his feet as everyone else turned to look at Vesper and he attacked the first man on his left; hands still tied he opted for the oldest technique known on the world. His knee went crushing against the groin of the clueless enemy, too preoccupied by the scene unfolding a few steps ahead, making him fall to the ground. Fenix lunged for his next target but his attack got cut off quickly as the man turned instantly and pummelled him to the ground.

Meanwhile, Vesper was already on her next rival. Dodging the hit aimed to her ribs, she exploited the low defence and struck the opponent to the jaw, repeated hits with her right hook until she made the woman stagger backwards and then slammed her foot against her knee, making it twist unnaturally and forcing the enemy to the ground with an ear-piercing scream. Before she could register the presence, a second henchman gripped her hair – hands flying to the source of the aching pain on her scalp – and dragged her away from the body of his colleague. The boss was screaming something but Vesper didn’t quite catch it, an armed figure showed up in her vision, ready to aim and shoot at her. She had to act quickly, keep on moving: fighting the pain she smashed her elbow into the face of the man holding her until his nose cracked, blood dripping from it. The grasp loosened and Vesper finally could escape from it. The woman holding the gun was now pointing directly at her, her fingers pulled the trigger repeatedly but the bullets planted themselves into the back of the broken-nosed man as Vesper shoved him forcefully against her, effectively taking him down.

The enemy that pushed Fenix to the ground was now standing right above him, hands tightly wrapped around his throat, slowly preventing air from reaching his lungs. Hands roamed frantically trying to find something, anything, to fight back, job twice as difficult as his wrists were still tied together. Fingers found the hilt of a knife strapped to the waist of the criminal, grabbed it hard and unsheathed the weapon, planting the blade into the man’s shoulder. Ache and blood spread from the wound and Fenix could now switch their position, shoving the bleeding foe on his back and placing his weight on top of him; his thumbs forced their way into the eyes of his victim, pressing and tearing their way into the organs until blood started pouring and the screams became more terrifying. The hopeless man tried to fight back, hands struggling to reach their way to Fenix’s face and reserve to his eyes the same treatment in a desperate attempt at saving himself. Fenix wasn’t scared to use his teeth too: canines sank into the man’s fingers, biting as hard as possible; hair fell right above his eyes and blood painted his hands and face. The battle reached its end when the now blinded man couldn’t keep on fighting anymore.

Only one last target was standing against Vesper. Charging forward, her aim was disarming the woman before she could fire her gun again. Distracted by the lifeless body of her companion falling in front of her eyes, the woman dulled reflex didn’t react on time as Vesper used that perfect opportunity to grip the arm holding the gun and forcing to drop it. Reprisal was immediate, as the firearm fell to the ground a sharp knife was now gripped into her other hand and swinging towards Vesper, effectively slashing the flesh of her stomach. Vesper clenched her teeth hard and hissed, letting the grip on the enemy’s arm go in favour of pressing her hand against the wound.

Vesper’s last memory of the woman was her wicked grin as a firing sound boomed and her adversary fell to the ground, lifeless. Her eyes searched the room and immediately found the culprit: Fenix lowered the gun he was holding with both hands, hair messed up and blood stains scattered all over his clothes, breathing was ragged and his posture slumped by the pain. Vesper let her body fall to the ground, tired from the fighting, fingers fumbling along the open cut over her stomach. It wasn’t that deep to be cause of worry, but not so insignificant to not sting and burn.

Fenix moved closer to her and dropped to his knees, offering her his wrists, gun left lying between his thighs. “Cut these open, please.” He requested, words alternated by a groan and a grunting. She tentatively searched the body standing horizontal on the ground, just next to her, and found that same knife that cut open her flesh just minutes ago; the blade still coated with blood cut through the thick ropes and finally gifted freedom to his hands. The flesh was bright red and stinged but Fenix let out a relived breath nonetheless; articulations cracked as he tried to move his hands, pain was coursing through his wrists: probably a sprain, he realized, nothing to worry too much about. He got back on his feet again and picked again the firearm while doing so, never felt congeniality for unfinished business. Vesper instinctively followed him, adrenaline was still fighting the fatigue and winning.

There he was, the man that threatened them for the past hour and a half, now lying on the dirty ground, body shaking in shock as the gunshot wound in his leg kept sprouting blood. Vesper didn’t recall another firing sound before the one aimed at her assailant.

“I’m a merciful man.” Fenix began; tilting open the cylinder of the revolver he checked how many bullets it still held. “Very merciful.” He repeated before firing the gun into the bald man’s leg, the one that wasn’t bleeding. Yet. “That’s why I’m gonna kill you now instead of having you rot in your own blood.” The cries of agony and panic as the bullet got stuck into his bone stopped shortly after as three other shots into his chest cut the life out of him. The glacial look in Fenix’s gaze didn’t disappear as he pulled the trigger a fifth time, yet no ammo was left. “Shame.” He dropped the gun to the floor and let his palm stroke his forehead, fatigue clear not only on his face but all over his beaten body. Just one last effort. “Help me get the body to the car?” He asked to Vesper, thumb pointing to the vehicle just outside the shabby dark factory. Clearly the previous owner would never reclaim it again.

Vesper nodded, uttering no word, and just accepted to drag the body as he asked, no idea what he needed it for. They lifted the dead weight – quite literal – from the ground with a grunt and slowly made their way through the other bodies. The car trunk was the most obvious spot to hide a dead man and so they squished the unmoving limbs into the tight space and shut down the door.

“Hop in.” Fenix offered, keys dangling from his fingers: yet another stolen belonging, as in life so in death they say. Vesper didn’t need to hear it twice. “Everything’s fine?” He asked as soon as they sat inside the car – the seats incredibly soft after that lively night – his gaze examining the wound over her stomach and the blood coating it, before glancing back to her eyes.

“Yeah, nothing concerning. Are you okay?” The question felt almost hilarious as the next thing Fenix did was clean, in the best way he could, the dried blood on his face and hands with his own shirt.

“Like I just did a rose bath or something.” He smirked, of course he would do that. He stripped from the dirty piece of clothing and throwed it to the backseats of the car, now only sporting a tank top that wasn’t completely spared from the bloody events. Finally the engine turned to life with a roar and they could leave that cursed place. “Want me to drop you at home or wanna go drink something? Drinks are on me, of course.” He offered.

Vesper turned to look at him, eyes were fixed on the road but he certainly was aware of being stared at. Something within her would’ve loved to ask whatever the fuck all of this was about, but the exhaustion was way too powerful and she opted to pay no mind to the bizarre events.

“I have stuff to drink at home too.” She remarked and regretted it immediately after, unsure why she would say something like that. “Don’t really need a bar for that.” Biting her lips, she tried to avoid any more words escaping her mouth.

“True. But you would be missing my charming company then.” Fenix flashed a smile, just for a few seconds, and looked at her: their gaze met before Vesper turned to look ahead. She made no effort to reply to the teasing affirmations, better avoiding other regrets.

Sliding down the car window, she let the chill night air brush her face, like a gentle caress that could sting too, if it desired to do so. Closing her eyes she swore she could’ve just fell asleep right there and then.

“Hey so, did you really try to shoot that damn thing off my head there?” The peaceful silence was broken not long after Vesper contemplated a well-deserved nap; her eyes cracked open at the sound of his voice. “Thought you were just playing along.”

Her first reply was a pensive hum, like she was pondering which answer to offer first. “I like challenges. Guess I’m really as blind as a mole.”

“So, you nearly put a bullet in my skull for shit and giggles?” He reasoned as he sped up the car.

“Yes.” Vesper smiled at her own unfazed reply and glanced at Fenix with the tail of her eye, just enough to see the mixture of amusement and shock on his face: maybe he shouldn’t have found the revelation humorous or hot, but sometimes emotions work on their own.

The rest of the ride was silent, only interrupted a few times by Fenix’s “what?” and Vesper’s “nothing” as she stared intently at him and he noticed every single time. The neon city lights danced on both beaten figures in a kaleidoscope of colours, now turning from red to blue to purple and so on. The silence felt comfortable and soothing, neither felt the need to fill it with useless chatter – perhaps Vesper was enjoying far too much the rumble of the engine and the spectacle of Fenix’s profile, and perhaps Fenix loved way too much being admired like that.

As the car stopped right in front of her apartment, Vesper felt like the veil of magic that was coating the moment got mercilessly teared. A real shame that ride couldn’t last forever.

“So, here we are.” Fenix stated the obvious – was that out of tension? – as he turned slightly towards her with a soft groan; pain still present through his body, he was only ignoring it.

“Right.” That exact same silence came back chasing the pair, this time overflowing with apprehension. Vesper glanced rapidly to the silhouette of her house, but her legs refused to leave just yet.

“Well, guess I’ll need to go drop that package to my contact now.” He recalled the lifeless body that was leisurely ‘resting’ in the back of the car, the thought of finally making some good eddies appear on his account made the night’s effort almost bearable. The statement, though, was just a way to fill the taciturn air with something else, anything else. Even talking about a dead man.

“What, you are some kind of bounty hunter?” She asked, turning to look at him.

“It’s difficult. Guess we could s–“ Fenix explanation got cut short as Vesper finally found the courage to kiss him, desire burning for hours now. Her hands wrapped around his face, her intent was to hold him gently but her thoughts derailed quite easily. Fenix accepted the touch with unconcealable surprise and pleasure, maybe he wished to do that for so long that night that reality felt more like a dream now. Vesper deepened their kiss; she thought yielding to longing would quench the burning, yet it only got worse, like an unquenchable blaze.

She paused the kiss, intense breathing and pupils blown wide – she could taste that unmistakable iron-like flavour of blood on her lips now. “This doesn’t mean anything at all.” She declared, lips so close they almost brushed each other and met into another kiss.

“Sure. It doesn’t.” Fenix could feel her hot breath on his skin, the feeling almost intoxicating. He just wished for more and more.

“Right.” Vesper confirmed – just in case, she thought. “Are you gonna come upstairs?” As soon as the words were spoken, she swiftly felt the need to specify. “For that drink.” They still didn’t dare to part from each other, eyes jumping from eyes to lips in an infinite cycle.

“Yes, of course.” He cleared his throat. “That drink.”

#ask games #ask #arklay #oc: fenix #oc: vesper #I'M BALLING I'M JUMPING AROUND THE HOUSE WITH THIS ONE. the fun i had while writing this good lord #that last part...i was listening to it's so hard to say goodbye and i got the feelings(tm). honestly i enjoyed so much this plot that i'm #surely continuing this. like i always said fenix gets mixed up in weird stuff and then takes vesper down with him AND THIS IS THE PROOF #also the yearning at the end......my beloveds i love them.#also i love writing fenix saying 'i'm a merciful man' and then he commits crimes or atrocities #I'LL SHUT UP NOW THERES SO MUCH I WANNA SAY I LOVED THIS AND THE CLOWNERY AND THE FIGHTING AND THE SOFT MOMENT #thank you thank you leah for sending me this prompt i'm MWAH MWAH sending you a kiss <33

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