#//Near forgot to add those lmao

[dutybcrne]

Both Beidou and Kaeya have a breeding kink but not in the way you think.

[junowritings]

hi there ! i love your writing! could i request floyd with reader who genuinely cant tell if someone is being platonic or romantic to them; maybe them finally realizing floyd's affections towards them aren't just platonic? ty!!

Oooh all I can say is my condolences to poor reader lmao. Had so much fun imagining how this would pan out this was a cute idea! I'm glad you enjoy my stuff - hope you enjoy~ 🧡

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♡ Oh, well this is going to be so much fun for Floyd.

♡ Floyd recognizes a crush when he sees one. You’re a good match - you keep him entertained, and have the uncanny knack to get him to actually do things he’d usually get too bored of and ditch at a moment’s notice (Azul’s been trying to figure out how you manage that with no success because you have no idea why he listens to you either). Not to mention all of those cute little quirks and things that you do which the eel just can’t get enough of. 

♡ And of course there’s your reactions too. The way your lips quirk when you smile, the sound of your laugh and the noises of surprise you make when he swoops in when you’re least expecting him. The way that you squirm when he pulls you into those notorious squeezes of his, thankfully nowhere near as bone crushingly tight as the ones that he’s subjected some poor unfortunate souls to. Floyd adores getting any kind of response out of you.

♡ It is glaringly obvious that he’s interested in you, at least to everyone else, and Floyd’s got no problem making it known either. The only issue is that you haven’t noticed yet. It would get on his nerves a little knowing that you have no idea that his affection isn’t just platonic, but that quickly fades once he realizes how fun this has the potential of being. Just how far can he push that obviousness until you finally realize he’s interested in ya?

♡ It’s light teasing at first. Well, as light as it can be coming from a Leech twin. Floyd’s already naturally pretty casual with acts of intimacy, always throwing an arm over your shoulder or leaning up against you whenever he’s in the nearby vicinity. So why should you assume anything’s up when that arm on your shoulder squeezes you close against his side, and lingers a little longer than normal? Or that he's just a little bit clingier than usual, resting his head atop yours or on your shoulder and looping an arm or two around your side whenever you’re near each other?

♡ But then come the little gifts. Little things that have caught his eye and he doesn’t think twice about dropping into your hands the second that he sees you. Gifts from Floyd can really be anything, from things he’s found and borrowed but ‘forgot’ to give back, to things he’s gotten from trips back home and practically shoved into your hands the second he’s back. You start to question the reason behind his gifts, and start to notice other signs too. 

♡ When you come to the Monstro lounge Floyd will take food from the kitchen and add them on as freebies whenever he feels like it. He doesn’t bother telling Azul or Jade, but they’re already well aware and aren’t entirely inclined to stop him since getting you to spend time at the lounge means Floyd’s a lot easier to manage. 

♡ Gets upset if you share it with your other friends though - it’s for you, and he’ll say as much when he pushes the treat closer towards you, making sure to keep it out of your friend’s reach. Ace complained once about all the freebies you’re getting, trying to prod you to find out what you did to get the Leech twin in such a good mood and if he could convince you to get him in the eel’s good books, all the while trying to steal a bite from the free dessert you’re picking at with your fork. That is until he catches Floyd looking at him from at the bar; he’s grinning but there’s not a hint of the fondness like when he looks at you. The message is clear - hands off, and you’ve never seen Ace give up on stealing your food so fast in your life as he almost shoves the dish into your blazer pushing it back to you.

♡ You’ve always struggled to discern platonic from romantic feelings, not wanting to immediately assume one and get it wrong only to make things awkward afterwards. So even once you suspect that something’s up, it’s hard to work up the courage to actually approach it. You doubt Floyd would make things awkward if you were wrong, but you doubt your pride could handle the relentless poking and prodding he’d subject your feelings to if you were wrong about him liking you. Staying quiet about it and just enjoying these little moments seems like the safest bet, right?

♡ You made the mistake of asking his brother once, but that was no help at all. If anything it left you feeling even more confused because do you really think that Jade will break the surprise so soon? Floyd isn’t the only one getting a kick out of watching you struggle to put the pieces together, and Jade is thoroughly entertained learning how oblivious you can be to what Floyd’s actually trying to do. Those little gifts of his aren’t just for show - they’re telltale signs of a merfolk’s interest to date you. Oh dear, it really is such a shame that he forgot to mention that little tidbit to you, isn’t it?

♡ There is a point where things get serious. The moment that Floyd decides that he’s fed up toying around and running circles around these feelings. Gets a little miffed realizing that you still haven’t figured out that these little gestures aren’t just something he’s doing for the hell of it - sure, they’re entertaining, but his patience wavers quickly at the best of times. Eventually, Floyd’s going to get tired of this game. Playing games with you is fun, and he loooooves teasing his lil Shrimpy and watching your face turn into all different funny expressions while you try to figure out what exactly his angle is. But there are better things to play, and this back and forth is coming to an end sooner rather than later.

♡ Doesn’t care where it is or who’s around to notice, as soon as he sees you after deciding he’s done messing about you barely have enough time to greet him and ask what he’s doing before you are quite literally swept off of your feet with the force of his hug. His arms are tight around you as he hugs you close, and it’s just tight enough that you have a sinking feeling that he’s going to squeeze you like you’ve seen him do to the people who break Azul’s contracts. You’re trying to wrack your brain to figure out what perceived slight you did to earn the backbreaking squeeze you’re sure he’s about to give you, maybe even mentally leaving Grim all of Ramshackle’s tuna in your imaginary will. Then he stops, chin hooking over your shoulder and that one dark strand of his hair tickling your face as he presses his cheek against yours with

♡ “Hey, Shrimpy~ ya know, you got to be real dense to miss that I really like you. Maybe I gotta prove it~?”

♡ The whole time he’s saying this, Floyd is dangerously close to giving you a nibble or two. Your only saving grace is that he’s much too interested in the reaction that you give him once you realize what he’s said. His mismatched eyes rake in every detail; the way your eyes widen almost comically, mouth dropping open like a fish trying to sputter your way through some kind of response to what was basically a confession. It’s so funny! This is the reaction he’d been waiting for, and he’s not gonna relent until you really understand that this is way more than simply liking you.

♡ Let’s just hope you don’t mind the squeezes, because that’s not letting up either. Why would he let his shrimpy go when it’s better to just keep em right by his side? Especially when he wants to hear what you’ve got to say now that you don’t have to stress your silly little head over if he likes you or not~

[cheeseceli]

SKZ falling for their make up artist

Pairing: skz ot8 × Black gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff

Request: yes! (lmk if it's like you wanted)

Warnings: Reader has braids in Hyunjin's one and is implied to paint their hair in Felix's one, mentions of food in Minho's (and food places like restaurants in Chan and Jeongin's)

A/n: I accidentally posted this one before it was ready and then I had to delete it now I am mad💀 i really need to pay attention to the things i do

Bang Chan

Ok so fun fact

He met you before knowing you were his new make up artist

He just saw you at jyp cafe looking like an angel when he decided he would make small talk with you

But luck was not on his side (or was it?) because it was golden hour and you guys were sitting near the window

What does that mean? The sun rays were all over you, making your brown skin glow and your eyes hypnotized him

Consequences? He was so focused on appreciating you that he forgot to ask for your number

You can imagine how sad he was once he realised it

But! Imagine his surprise (and happiness) when he met you at the recording of one of their mvs four days later

He made sure to ask for your number properly this time

He always makes sure he is the last you'll make up so there is no rush and he can have you all for himself for some moments

Absolutely adores how excited you look like when talking about your work

He even convinced the management crew to put you as the tour's make up artist because he needed wanted you there

Lee Know

You'd probably hate him

He just happens to be a menace to people he likes

So he might or might not wipe off and ruin pieces of the make up just so you have to retouch it

"did you make up here? And here? I think you should check or do it again yk" typa thing he'd say

Don't get him wrong, he just wants to spend a little bit of time with you

But he doesn't know how to do it without making you rethink all you life choices and pissing you off

But he also brings you food backstage to make up for it

And if you have any pets he would be like "our pets should meet each other!!"

Anything to see you outside of work

And if you're on backstage during one of the stages/recording/practices he will put 200% effort on his performance

He needs to impress you of course

Changbin

Compliments you right away

He doesn't even know your name but he is already telling you you are blessed by Aphrodite, the prettiest person to ever exist in earth and all those things

He has no shame

You know that cute couple thing people do with make up/skincare where one of them sit in the other's lap while applying the products?

Lmao him

He will not loose one single chance of having you close while you're making up him

So if you ever want to try something new like a new trend or just something that came up on your mind, he will be the first to volunteer

And if you have an account on any social media to talk about your work, he follows you and comments on every single post

Hyunjin

He's beautiful and he knows it

100% use this as an advantage

Will make eye contact with you all the time being

And will smile to you in the sweetest way possible everytime you are close to his face

Once you were making him up for the s-class mv recording but your hair kept falling in your face

So he just pushed one of the braids off your face and kept smiling and looking at you like it didn't make you malfunction in 30 different ways

Has the audacity to giggle after you're embarrassed

But try to flirt with him and suddenly he is the blushing mess

He is also such a hype man, it's so cute

If he ever publishes a pic of him on insta where you're the one who made his make up, he will praise it on the caption

Han

He didn't even know you existed until he visited Chan while the eldest was doing his make up

He was speechless when he first saw you

And he had a really serious talk with Chan concerning the reason you weren't his make up artist

The next day you were asked to add Han in your list of who you needed to make up

Totally a coincidence, it's not like he begged chan and the management crew to have you as his artist

The moment he gets to talk with you he tries to impress you

Jokes, talent, beauty, anything

If you laugh at at least one joke, his efforts will be payed off and this man is on cloud 9

Felix

You'd probably hate him pt 2.

I'm sorry but he just can't shut up lol

You're applying lipstick on him? Well, he has this urgent gossip to tell you so good luck with that lipstick

You're applying eyeshadow? Unfortunately he cannot keep his eyes closed because that would mean not looking at your eyes, and he has his priorities straight

The list goes on and on

It might be a little tough but! it's so worth it

After you're done he is ready to compliment your job and praise your skills every single time

As he should

You know how some couples match outfits? He'd like to match make up even if you're not on the dating stage yet

And maybe even match hair colour

Seungmin

The most subtle one

And your dream client

He keeps still while you're applying make up, compliments your work and is always so polite

He tries to be the first one you'll make up so after you're done with him, he can follow you around while you make up the others

Will talk to you during the process (and will take advantage of the fact the kids cannot reply because they need to be still) and will even try to help you with organising your products and handing them for you if you let him

Will try to learn a thing or two about make up on his free time because he wants to impress you

If you do artistic make up as well he would love to see your past works

Might even suggest the management to have something like that in future mvs

I.N

Doesn't move

Doesn't blink nor talk

Actually, sometimes he doesn't even breathe so you need to remind him

He will giggle and brush it off but let's be honest

He is so nervous around you

Once you notice it (trust me, you will notice. It's so obvious it hurts) you will try to small talk and this will, slowly, make him relax

Now that you guys are comfortable around each other he will initiate most of the conversations

He talks to you during breaks, he asks your opinion on his outfits and sometimes he also wants you to make him up for casual outings like going to a restaurant

Even after dating, he still gets nervous because of the proximity

[youmarin]

Lemon Cheesecake | Hanamaki Takahiro

Word count: 931

Genre: fluff

Bakery employee! Hanamaki

A/N: Posting Makki for the second time consecutively. Idk why I thought about Makki working in a bakery. It was supposed to be a blurb just about that but made it a tiny fic too. Pretty self indulgent. I don’t love it but considering what I posted yesterday this is okay lmao.

more works on my hq!! masterlist

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Hanamaki gets another job, this time at a bakery. He applied because one day he casually saw the posting on the front, not thinking they’d really call him.

First, they put him on the register which is fine because he has experience.

He hates being sent to serve lunch at midday because the bakery gets packed, way worse than the morning rush. He prepares fire sandwiches though, so that saves him most of the time and keeps him away from that station.

He thought he’d lost his job the day they left him watching the bread in the oven and the whole badge ended up burnt.

He has no clue on how to make pastries so when one of the pâtissiers quits, the person he leasts expects they’d call to cover is him (the bread mishap still fresh in his memory).

He’s more like an assistant at first, but he pays attention and starts to pick things up rather quickly. Eventually, they let him do more things on his own with some guidance and he makes decent pastries until he’s good on his own, even starting to experiment with the decorations, shapes, colors, frosting, flavors. The palette of colors he chooses is always nice and the sweets look more tempting than ever.

He sneakily eats whatever’s left over when making his confections (better than throwing it away, right?). Another plus is that whenever the unsold pastries are near to expiration, he gets to take some home. Back in high school, he was very lean. He still exercises, but now he has a cute tummy and squishy love handles.

Hanamaki finds he enjoys baking, and since he’s doing so well he’s given most of his shifts to dedicate to it.

The first time a customer said they liked one of the cakes he’d made was unexpectedly rewarding.

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One day in late autumn, there’s a customer that walks in just about closing time, while he’s taking off his cap and hair net, fixing his bangs with his hand. Makki forgot to flip the sign on the door from OPEN to CLOSED. He turns ready to send them off, doing so freely since he’s the only one left and he’s tired, it’s cold outside and he wants his bed.

“Sorry, we’re closing.”

“Oh.” your voice sounds so small it makes him actually take a look at you. You’re cute, he gives. But there’s something in the sadness in your face that doesn’t sit right with him. “I’m sorry, it’s just- the sign-” You weakly lift your arm to point back when you realize. “Nevermind,” a smile that’s more like a grimace. And wait, are those tears? “Have a good night.”

“That was my fault.” He stops you when he speaks up, making you turn your back to the door again, and yes, he sees your eyes shiny with tears. “My bad um, tell me, what would you like?”

Hanamaki sees you scan the pastries and desserts on the display case. If possible, he sees you deflate a little more when you don’t find what you were looking for. Following your line of vision, he stops at the empty tray where the cheesecakes are meant to be. He recalls how not so long before you showed up a man bought the last one. He curses to himself.

Meanwhile, you’re thinking your day can’t get any worse. Nothing went how you wanted that day. Add to that that it’s your birthday and none of your so-called friends remembered, not getting a single congratulations from any of them. You’re lonely and now you’re standing in front of a cute baker boy doing your best to not break down crying in front of him. He probably just wants to go home and there you are preventing him from it.

“Do you like cake?” His voice brings you back from your somber thoughts and you look up at him. When you nod, you watch him open the case where some of the few different cakes are and take one slice out. “Wait here a moment, please.”

He disappears through a door. Curious, you move so you can see him through a small glass panel on the wall from where the people behind the counter can look. You only can see part of his face though. He’s back a couple of minutes later, handing you the small box where he served the cake. “Here. It’s on me.”

You stare down at your hands, the lid of the box open so you can see the tiny white flowers he added on to the dessert. “I hope the marble cake is alright?”

For the hundredth time that night, you meet his eyes again. You’re taken aback by this random act of kindness from a stranger.

He hears you sniffle, tears falling when you blink and he panics.

“Fuck, you don’t like it?”

Now you’re also laughing, thinking how he might believe you're insane now.

Makki is embarrassed due to his phrasing. He’s still at work after all and didn’t mean to speak to you like that.

When you calm down, you speak up, “Thank you, and I’m so sorry. It’s been a while since someone has done something so nice for me. It’s perfect.”

Your words make Makki send you a bashful smile, glad of having made you feel better. “If you come again, I’ll have your favorite for you next time.” He nods towards the box in your hands, and you notice the sticky note on one side. There’s a number written on it.

You smile at him.

“Lemon cheesecake.”

[hackedmotionsensors]

So yesterday I was having a very stressful day (which...is probably bad that I'm less stressed today bc I still have a LOT of work to do in literally no time.....freelance....kinda sucks lmao)

It caused me to stress cry twice. I was stress drawing for like 12 hrs. I felt like I was getting a lot of mixed messages from the director and a whole mess of stuff that was really making me crazy.

So I cried really hard at around...like 930 or 10p. I eventually stopped working after that figuring that idk fifty three full panels in one day when my original panels were 73 and I'm only on my original panel 28 (AGAIN A LOT OF MIXED MESSAGES MEANT I HAD TO ADD A LOT MORE WHEN THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DEALT WITH AT THE THUMBNAIL STAGE....ANYWAY)

So. I stopped working. I was really stressed. And I also kept hearing something chewing or scratching outside my windows. And I have major ptsd from when we had rats in the attic. So I went outside to investigate. Just to make sure the grates were still where they were supposed to be. We have a lot of fruit trees so it could have just been squirrels going after my persimmons (something I ALSO don't want THOSE ARE MINE!!!!)

I go outside. I have my little flashlight. I don't see anything but I hear something else that sounds like the hose is on. But it sounds like its on in the back part of the yard. Which is very very dark and a lot of big trees and grape vines and all sorts of plants that make it impossible to see (also where the rats were originally hiding).

So I go to the faucet to turn off the water. Which also wasn't easy bc the plants had grown around the faucet (how is my 80 year old land lady getting to it?!) I go to turn the water off.....the water is already off.

What the hell am I hearing? So I follow the hose back to the darker part of the yard, I go under the overhanging wisteria that has loads of vines hanging down and I don't want my hair to get caught. I step into the dark part of the yard.....and reflecting back and stock still

is a fucking raccon.

And like an idiot....I get really scared and bolt. The only thing is....I forgot about the vines that hang down and one of the wisteria vines snags MY FUCKING FACE. It caught me right on the bridge of my nose, going right over my eyes. LITERALLY IT WAS LIKE THIS

My head LITERALLY got pulled back lmao. I embarrassed myself in front of the raccoon and all the creatures in the yard I'm sure.

I never found out what was making that noise in my yard (tho I assume its either the raccoon or the raccoon was hunting whatever was making the noise). I never figured out why it sounded like the hose was on.

I learned a valuable lesson that THIS IS WHY LATIN PEOPLE DON'T ~~INVESTIGATE~~ shit. The white woman side of me won out and fucked up.

I'm okay but i have a few little (very little )scrapes on my face under and near my eyes. I'm kinda lucky I didn't actually damage my eye. I had no idea these vines were that strong

[sasukimimochi]

a little bedtime story I wrote for @mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess to help them get to sleep (I wrote it ...live? LMAO idk what word to use. essentially I wrote it a few sentences at a time while they read) & so while its not explicitly stated as wangxian, you can definitely tell where its origins lie. I hope you enjoy!

*Little detail i wanna add: the "fox" is a fox spirit like my oc rahul is a wolf spirit- so he can change back and forth between human and fox as he pleases so long as he has his pelt.

*the mc here is at the bare minimum a mortal of some kind like a human.

Word Count: 513

.✦ In The Mountains ✦.

Once upon a time, deep within the sharp mountains of a lonely winter glade, there was a man who stood before a great towering peak of snow.

The man was searching, searching for something. 

He'd been walking for days, so he decided to have a moment of respite and rest with a small fire.

he rubbed his hands together and held them near the flame, watching the colors dance around the edges of his palms as his mind ran circles, laughter echoing in his memories.

He ran along side a little fox, eyes like rubied crescents on his own of winter sky. He smiled, never having felt such elation that his companion brought.

But then the fox disappeared into the dangerous glade in the mountain.

It'd been 13 years since then.

He sighed deeply, bringing his hands back to himself in order to look at the calluses and flushed tones of his fingertips. He couldn't stay in the mountains forever, he had to go back home. He had family waiting…but…

He missed him.

The village didn't.

He decided he was too anxious to rest longer, and snuffed out the fire with a bucket of snow, pulling out strips of bland dried meat that he could eat on the way. He'd be scolded for this, if he was at home. But he didn't have the resources to cook up here, it was too cold.

It didn't matter though. As long as he treated them with respect. Like the little fox did.

He could remember that bright smile hiding behind his caramel fingers. Like he was the most playful mischievous fox in the world, but he thanked the earth for every meal he had.

He remembered how the villagers blamed him for animals going missing, for food stolen from their stores.

But he trusted him.

He bundled his cloak closer and breathed out clouds of ice, eyelashes lowering to shield from the cold.

soon, soon he would find him.

His head whipped upright as he heard laughter, eyes widening as he saw a wisp of black fur trail behind trees and disappear between them.

He ran after it.

He ran and ran and ran, until his legs burned from the rush.

Until he went tumbling, a mess of black and whites and reds and blues. He groaned and lifted his head, shaking the snow off his head as he listened to the quiet laughing beneath him.

He felt the ice and snow melt away in an instant.

Quietly, he brushed away the snow on that pinkened nose, familiar eyes of stormy nights gazing back into his own. And he cried.

He cried and hugged him tight, the frost banishing from his heart as those arms came to rest around him as well.

The feeling of being able to hold the one he loved once more, it felt as if he couldn't breathe- ah, perhaps not, it was simply a kiss so breathtaking he forgot how.

He never wanted to leave again.

The snow wasn't so bad, when you had the sun to melt it away.

The End✦.

[felixknow]

AH I JUST WATCH CORALINE AGAIN TODAY

I want to get a tattoo for it (sending pic for it) please show if you can I really want to see it 🤧

ALSO I LOVE JOURNALING (and yes I take the opportunity to show my most recent scrap journal spreads) I made a separate insta for it and penpaling 🤧 the amount of stationary I own is not healthy LMAO and I want to get so much more

Also cross stitching is so cool! I always wanted to get into it but I decided to go with crocheting 😭

I can't believe I forgot to mention I also have crochet supplies near me, I've been very very slowly making granny squares so eventually I can make a blanket

Here's the Coraline one I did~ I like the design you have!!!

YOUR JOURNALS ARE SO PRETTY!!! I LOVE THOSE!!!!

Edit to add a pic of my wip

[ran-orimoto]

{I’ve…Forgot to crosspost my Junzumi one-shots here again. Sorry🥲. I just feel embarassed sharing my writing here, but I know you asked me to, so I’ll learn to feel more comfortable lmao💕}

[ NOTE: Junpei and Izumi are respectively 26 and 25. The one-shot from this month is sillier than usual and it features a hc I have got about older Izumi liking sewing. Even if my adult Izumi is into cooking, I love imagining her still retaining a love for fashion she can express in her own ways. I like Izumi modelling, ok, but I’m not a fan of it, especially if I take in account the …Creepy scenes she, 10 y.o kid, got in the past. You know, it’s hard to see it in a good light⭐️.]

•Il vento e le sue innumerevoli sorprese•

When he stormed into the bedroom with a note of nervousness accompanying the drumming of his steps, it had just dawned on her she had exhausted her attention and focus on the boring book she was reading. Due to that haste he had stepped out of the bathroom with, he had accidentally left the door opened and now a generous crack was inviting her to stretch her neck and spot some hints of the tempest he had created in there: a crumpled carpet pushed against the tiles of the wall, a pile of familiar clothes abandoned on the floor as if they were nothing more than rags, tired towels peeking out from the edge of the bathtub and being about to slip off it, the most disparate objects scattered on the flooded surface of the sink.

Oh well, she would be the worst kind of hypocrite if she decided to scold him because of that mess: she couldn’t absolutely lie about the fact an hour before that poor bathroom had had to go through another hurricane, making both discover in awe they could add another personality trait in the list of…Lovely flaws they shared.

“What’s the matter? Che c’è?” She couldn’t help bursting in gusts of laughters, but the defined sight of a stout young man in elegant attire froze the dance of those bursts in the chilly atmosphere of their bedroom.

She wasn’t that certain about what she could say, what she wanted to say and she wasn’t when it came to him, either. She didn’t know if he had imagined she would squeal at him and throw herself in his arms, cooing at how handsome he looked, but he should know her well by now, shouldn’t he? He should know she wasn’t that kind of woman and yet…

And yet…

Tossing her book aside, she crawled to the other edge of the bed, near to where he was regulating the strap of his watch. He checked how tight it felt on his wrist, proceeding to repeat the ritual again, and unexpectedly ignored the curious green of large cat eyes inspecting his figure with an enchanted caution.

After a year spent following his bustling tenor career from such a close perspective, she had grown used to seeing him dressing up for special occasions; to observing him shifting from his usual scruffy appearance to an utterly alienating and refined look. She would often get the destabilizing sensation of being in the company of someone else whenever that happened, her voice and sarcasm evaporating in thin air, her wary hand remaining suspended in the air until he would grab it.

However, she had soon realized it would take a simple, goofy smile in her direction to make that illusion vacillate and eventually break. Obviously, in that room with her, standing next to the foggy windows of the incoming venetian winter, there was no one else but the awkward Junpei she had always known.

“This looks so bad,” He muttered to himself with a head shake as he passed his palm down the fabric of his tie. “No, no, it isn’t just bad. It terribly sucks. Definitely.”

She was feeling way too cold to stand up, as at that time in the morning the radiators were still heating up and slowly warming the apartment, but her voice could have the same effective power as her persuading caresses on his shoulders.

“How can you say that? That misted window hardly looks like a good mirror.” She raised an eyebrow in amusement at the way it seemed he was really trying identifying his reflection in there, in the thickest grey of a glacial weather. “Besides…I was thinking you actually look nice.” His back straightened all of a sudden in response. “You look really nice.”

Then, he surrendered to the urge to turn to her and he showed her his blissful face, -because it was really enough to compliment him with the most ordinary and driest existing words to make him feel like the luckiest man on Earth-.

“I look nice,” He repeated in disbelief, the chocolate in his eyes seeming to be melting and being about to stain his pail blue shirt. “I guess I can’t do anything about it: if Izumi says so, it’s because it’s true.”

It is , That whisper prudently advanced through her most inner thoughts, gaining self-esteem at each surpassed millimeter. It became way too cheeky at the end of its fast journey, though, and Izumi found herself smirking, complacent.

Junpei greatly appreciated that feline expression on her porcelain face and probably started feeling a bit more confident about his outfit, just like that whisper of hers had. Actually, he accumulated enough self-esteem to hop in front of her, spread his legs and arms and theatrically put his black waistcoat and brown trousers on display.

“Ta-da!” He chirped at her, as he made his fingers vibrate like if they were sparklers without fire and light, and she spontaneously applauded at that improvised, silly show to exchange his playful mood.

Still, while her pupils were taking a more careful tour down his robust silhouette, focusing on those details she hadn’t been able to catch at first, she started feeling like something looked off. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was until she got onto his feet. That was the reason why her gaze wasted a whole minute of embarassing silence repeatedly going up and down, -from his neck to his knees-, making her fantasy go wild and brainstorm in the most different ways: did he need a hat? One of those Fedora hats that could turn any man in a perfect dandy? Could it be she needed to see him with shoes on well? And now that she thought about that, what kind of shoes had he picked? Don’t tell me he’s chosen to wear trainers!, She sweated at the only imaginary draft of such a horrid decision.

But she fortunately pushed her irises further, down onto the wood floor.

“Uh, have you changed your mind?” He murmured, confused but also slightly anxious. His hands still in the air, he glued his spheres onto her pensive features as his legs started creating a more and more evident distance between each other.

“No, no, it’s just that…”

“It’s just that…? Don’t tell me you want me to wear a bow.”

“No, Junpei, it’s just that your trousers are too long,” She pointed at the mass of linen falling on his socks. “Or your legs are too short,” She let out a chuckle at that teasing remark and ,as if on cue, as if they had been offended by her, Junpei’s legs ceased to his bizarre position by gliding in a painful split.

Izumi didn’t pay attention to the first time of the day he had fallen and hurt himself. At that moment her ears were only listening to her unbridled rambling, no matter Junpei’s whining was covering half of it and turning part of her plans into a mash of incoherent sounds.

“That hurts so much,” He complained, massaging his backside. “These trousers are so uncomfortable even during falls. They have got these stupid buttons on the butt. How will I be able to si-“

“Junpei!” She turned to him again, flames of an excitement he couldn’t interpret at all burning the grass in her eyes. “ Torno subito”.

“ What does it mean torno subito?!” He exclaimed in bewilderment, his jaw dropping at her blonde hair flying away from him, at her taking off at the speed of a butterfly beat. “Ohi, Izumi!” He called her, still struggling to walk properly and slowening down the pace of his brief march to the corridor. From there, he could hear her searching for something among a bunch of objects, opening and closing old drawers and making the stuff inside of them vacillate in the process.

She returned to him after not even a minute with a lovely-looking box in her arms. It was covered by a layer of colourful drawings featuring shapes Junpei couldn’t immediately recognize. By the time he did, -and he sent a chill down his spine right in that instant-, Izumi had already opened the box and had already revealed its content without explanation.

“Iz-Izuzu,” He stuttered as he joined her on the mattress in comical shock. His orbs seemed to enlarge before the view of that tidy kit or, more precisely, before the one of a pair scissors, a bunch of needles and pins, a traditional tape measure, a series of motley fabric rolled on themselves and, finally, also an object he thought he had never seen before.

“This is a thimble,” She pulled the cylindrical item out of its dug nest and showed him the easy way her index slipped in its empty cavity. She allowed him to try mimicking her gesture, but it wasn’t a surprise his fingers, -each of them, not only his index-, were too big and thick to fit in such a small spot. However, he kept on weighing and holding it in his palm to analyze it properly, gradually finding himself being ensnared by its minuscule engravings.

“A thimble keeps you from hurting yourself while sewing,” Izumi promptly clarified, getting silent yet vivacious nods from him. “My mother bought this one from Sardinia. We also have got a very old one whose top is totally pitted.”

His head continued swinging at every single letter her lips would weave. One after the other, they were making his heart drown in an endless stream of admiration, even though he wasn’t actually absorbing that treasure of knowledge she was sharing. And she did know it.

Actually, at a certain point, it became impossible for her not to begin giggling once more because of all that eager agitation next to her.

“You seem to have never seen a sewing kit in your life.”

“It’s kinda true, though?” He woke up from his dreamy trance and looked up at the ceiling, in search of possible memories he had buried somewhere, without actually wanting to. “My mother has always been too busy with her job to think about this stuff. If she happened to spot a hole in my clothes, she would throw it away and buy me something else. La Signora Orimoto is just another kind of mother, completely different from mine. I kinda…Envy you sometimes.”

Izumi wished she could bite her tongue with aggressiveness and punish her lack of tact with an unpleasant taste of blood in her mouth. Nevertheless, for her frustration, her coward teeth remained still on the scared muscle, convincing her to cross another route; one she surprisingly dived in without hesitation. Indeed, at the very first step she took in that direction, she felt a a beautiful sense of release.

“Well, now you have got a girlfriend who can sew and will hem your pants.”

”And-And-“ That name she had used to label herself made him gulp so loudly he almost got scared. “And I can’t just believe my-my-my girlfriend is as unpredictable as the wind for real.”

“I started learning from Mamma after I got into modelling. It would make me so satisfied to fix those dresses they would give me as presents. Most of them were so ugly, hideous, and they would have remained in my closet, if I hadn’t done anything about them.”

“You could become a stylist too!” He highlighted enthusiastically with a clap. “You can really be anything, Izumi. You aren’t only the most talented, charming, beautiful cook in the world! Now you’re also the most talented, charming, beautiful seamstress in the world!”

She bended forward to crack a smile at his delighted wonder.

“All this encouragement is making me want to fix your outfit too,” She reached out to fiddle with his tie. “I like this outfit but I can change some little flaws I’m not that convinced about. Or I could mind my business for this time, what do you think?”

“Again, what I think is that I hope you don’t want to replace my tie with a bow…That would make me look like an emperor penguin. Takuya and Kouji would laugh at me for the whole night, even Tomoki would. And I don’t want that.”

Making her attention land on her kit again, she picked a needle and her scissors, and put them near to her thigh. Once chosen the tools she would use, her hand kept on absently hovering over the opened box, but it wasn’t because she had just got a new idea out of blue.

“Where are you all going?” She asked him after having defeated a pang of jelousy and suspect. Discovering her closest friends, her family, were going to hang out without having invited her was incredibly demoralizing. She prepared herself to cross her arms and pout at Junpei for a whole day as a reaction to a predictable “It’s just a boys’ night”. In reality, though, she had already begun glaring at him. She couldn’t just help it.

“Well, y’ know,” He stood up to clearly avoid the mistral she was summoning over him. He fairly grew bashful, -oh if she could understand why he would!-, and even started finding it difficult to look at her in the eye, -otherwise why would he show his back to her and not face her like he was supposed to? “A dear person to me is starting working in a restaurant this Saturday night and we all are going to cheer for her during her first night there, eh eh.”

Her grip shaking a bit, she threw herself against his chest and grabbed his cheeks between her palms.

“You bought this outfit to impress me that night ?”

“And to impreff your magnificent food,” He merrily joked, his silver tongue weakening because of her affectionate pinches on his puffy skin. Then, it passed from sounding like a frail autumnal leaf to plunging in a thunderstruck mutism.

“You’ve dug your own grave, Great Detective Shibayama. Do you know that?” Her mint fused with her chocolate to give birth to the most distinctive flavour they both had ever tasted.

”Uh?” Dazzled, he protruded his lips in a restless expectation. He risked to lose his balance for a second time when she abruptly let him go.

“Listen: go to the toilet before I start, because I don’t want to hear you saying you need to go peeing while I’m at work. I don’t know how much it will take, ok?”

A change of heart told her she wasn’t going to keep her promise to mind her business any more.

[manasurge]

30 day GW2 Challenge

Which race was the first one you played with? Believe it or not, it was Charr. I just wanted to play something that was beastly and as grotesque looking as I could make her (and I loved that GW2 didn't make them soft and dainty like most other cowardly MMOs out there that brings me to a bloodthirsty rage). I completely forgot at the time that she actually had the same name as my OC (Mourynn)... I guess the name actually stuck with me since the beginning and that's kind of hilarious (once again a Necro in game, but I did delete her (Charr) and remade her into a Sylvari later on (the one I still have now! I did it instantaneously to reuse her name). Funny enough, I even wound up dressing my weird cat in Mordrem fashion before I even knew what the Mordrem were (it was my first outfit that I chose from one of those choice things, and again I was trying to make her into a gross monsterly mess, and it's also funny bc I apparently sort of followed my OCs colouring scheme). The 2nd race I played was actually Human, and I actually still do have her! (my only non-Sylvari lol) She's just my loot bag hoarder now (since she has the most bag space), so I send her all my goodie bags to open all at once when it reaches near capacity. I get all the fun seretonin from opening it all at once and seeing it all add up via the GW2 In-Session app. OH YEAH I EVEN FOUND BABY PICTURES!!! (I somehow retained old screencaps from 2019 of my weird cat. I thought I lost them between computers, but this must've happened after that lol). SHE'S ONLY 14 LEVELS OLD. A KITTEN!!!!!!

This was also the first instance I learned about there being actual lesbians in the game (that meant a lot to me, you have no idea how long I stared at this and proceeded with googling up more info), and between this part that got me lowkey obsessed with Caithe (upon learning about the Faolain thing, and then going deeper into the rabbit hole about Sylvari culture), as well as my unintentional Mordrem-ifying(?) of my weird cat, I was doomed to become a Sylvari lover in the end xD (also I used to main a Druid on WoW too in the ye olde ancient past, so I mean... it all checks out once you add it up lmao). My old Charr also looked hilarious when put up right beside Kasmeer and I thought it was ridiculous and had to add it here. So edgy, wow (meow?)

[essskel]

my brain is poopoo i forgot to add one thing sorry again 😭

i don't think the scoia'tael could ever change their mind about roche and ves simply because they're wiping out their race. no matter the cause the elves would never forgive them nor would they wanted to cooperate with them in any way unless it's convenient. they can't just say 'oh i was just protecting my country but now im different let me help you' and the elves would forgive them or let them near. they don't need their pity nor they help. the least they can do is leave them alone and help non-humans other ways.

this is the main reason why i can't bring myself to ship rorveth...yes they respect each others abilities in canon but that doesn't erase the fact that roche is still an oppressor (again no matter the motives) and iorveth would only force himself to work with him but never respect him as a person and be "besties". neither would roche tbh because iorveth is no saint and also killed his fair share of innocent people. they fucked up each others lives too much for their relationship to "work" and there's no place in their heart for forgiveness.

okay i won't bother you and your inbox anymore. this is pretty much everything i wanted to say so take care!

Under the cut cause my answer was rambly and I'm trying to save people's dashes lol

Yeah that's pretty much how I feel about the Scoiatael too! I do think Iorveth would eventually accept Roche's help maybe in a military venture if he really needed it and if Roche was genuinely offering, or that they could get past their issues with each other in order to work through a crisis. They do genuinly share a enemy in Nilfgaard, and Roche's inability to see that is his downfall. But then once the immedaute crisis is over... why would Iorveth stick around or even let Roche walk away cleanly?

I just think this is something that can only exist in fanfic, and can maybe be fun or interesting to think about/read about when expanding on the possibilities of their characters, but I personally wouldn't WANT it to be canon, because it would create inconsistencies in both their stories and established motives - which you did say in your last ask, I'm agreeing! (I mean I don't want true friendship/romance, not them being forced to work together. I want that. That would be fun. RIP Iorveth at the battle of Kaer Morhen :( you should have been there king!)

(about your other ask) Idk, I actually don't have any issue with people labeling Roche as a flat out monster. If you're coming at it as someone who's primarily sympathetic to the Elves, it's like you said, it really doesn't matter what his motives or situation was, he was participating in their violent oppression as a leader. He still has a lot of fans who won't acknowledge how evil his work pre-tw2 was, that's a greater problem to me (not talking about you ofc). And Iorveth...lmao other than him be willing to let those women die in the burning building, I can't help but cheer for his bloody methods of justice in ways the Blue Stripes will never get out of me. It's the witcher, everyone's burned a few churches, at least Iorveth was doing it for a good cause 😩

As for Roche, I personally I like him best as a metaphor for armed patriotism - perhaps more historical than modern, but I think both work. Men born into poverty who are coerced into the military by governments that don't value them at all (but like to give them medals as propaganda/empty motivation) while only using them as tool in their violence against other nations/people. Being devalued, abused, covered in blood, becoming a mass murderer all for some paltry veteran discounts and a lifetime of trauma. That's the character work I'd want to see with him, but for future witcher games, I'd be much happier to see Iorveth come back and regain his spotlight, so who really knows.

This is long as hell sorry, thanks for sharing your thoughts I appreciate the conversation!!

OH. right yes. Anais. What the hell we needed a followup on their relationship, that could have been so good and hopeful and constructive. Someday !!!!

[fiascophobia]

Me rambling about my OCs to anyone who will listen pt 1

Dumping my ideas for my self insert Dialtown OC because I don't have someone to babble to so a Tumbler post will have to do. Will probably reblog this a dozen more times with more lmao. The text font is Indie Flower #6290C4

I whipped up a collage because i can't edit or draw for shit. i forgot to add shoes, but they probably wear huge boots with the strings torn out cause they couldn't be bothered to keep tying them.

I'll start with the simple stuff. Their name is Francis Bell,they're a freshly 18(Aquarius, Jan 31) AFAB nonbinary mess of a human. They're 5'0, but sometimes stuff stilts into their pants & heels of their shoes to make them taller and they are 'can shift the veins and bones around in their wrists a little' kinda scrawny cause projection. They kind of resent the phone= man typewriter=woman binary, and would have kept their typewriter head if not for..the incident. They have a complex bouquet of undiagnosed Neurodivergency and other mental illnesses. They wear those fake nails not for style, but to keep themselves from gnawing on their fingernails. (how does that work when they supposedly have no teeth,IDFK)They work for the funfair, both working with the rides and the ticket stand when Jerry is off the clock.

They're a bitter recluse, hiding their issues under a thick blanket of self-deprecating humor."Self-hatred Is hip now" as they'd say. They want to be seen as cold and collected rather than the anxious mess they are.Definitely the type to lovingly call you a bitch. Has an ex they claim to hate but their refusal to part with any of her gifts to them says otherwise.They are scared of being vulnerable because they know they cling don't anyone who shows them kindness and they cling hard. They like to think of themselves as a tortured artist, despite having near abandoned their writing passion, and they buy cigarettes to light but never smoke. As much as they still like the idea of being a revolutionary, even if not for incidents that we will get into later, they know very well how quickly they fold when someone so much as raises their voice at them.

Besides Jerry, It has one other friend, a cat that pops in and out of Its apartment that It named Misty. She doesn't like being touched unless she initiates and she scratches It sometimes but It loves her anyways.

They really like early 2000s and 2010s pop, but don't admit it because they feel the need to keep up this super alternative persona. The reason why? To prove a point, in a way. For two years before the events of the game, they were dating a girl named Mae Marshall(though they were identifying as a girl named Sophia Poole at the time, this will be relevant later.) Introvert X rich Party girl vibes. They were even writing the story for the two's first project with Mae doing the art.

The only problem with their relationship was with Mae's friends and family, who are a bunch of conformist rich mobster(that last part wasn't exactly known to Them, though)assholes and she never stood up for them, even joining in on their mockery. Mae would give them the rings they wear now and other jewelry as apology presents, which they started to see as her trying to buy their tolerance of being ruthlessly mocked and never defended.

This comes to a head when the mob apparently decides they want them dead.(I'm still debating on whether the dead thing was the truth or a misunderstanding and they were actually being run out of town.)You see, our buddy Fran didn't always take everything in Dialtown with little more than a grumble, often organizing protests for the dozens of problems plaguing the town and the Mayor couldn't be bothered since(in her mind) they had nothing to do with her grandpa's vision for Dialtown. Mae catches wind of the supposed murder plot, and decides to dump them; as she was a fledgling at the time, their relationship would only make them easier to find. Instead of saying "My mob family wants you DEAD" though, she decides to fall back on her old defenses and claims the reason is that they are too embarrassing.

They have maybe a day to process this(which consisted of them blaring Miley Cyrus' '7 Things' and abandoning their project) when the whole 'being wanted dead by the Dialtown Mafia' thing is made extremely clear to them. They, of course, book it as fast as their tiny limbs can carry them(TW: Implications of self-harm),attempting hasty and dangerous transition with the rotary phone they snagged from their parent's house beforehand and a knife.

While they're doing their thing, they accidentally wake up the poor man sleeping in the dumpster of the alley they ducked into.(I think you can guess who he is)

Francis winds up accidentally roping the sap into helping fake their death. To this day, they'd say they owe him their life.With the death of Sophia Poole established, they start their new life.(I can't find anywhere else where this fits,but they are weirdly defensive of the Dialtown Mob for this reason:"if the people that forced me to fake my death and pick up my life from nothing are just a bunch of incompetent losers, what does that say about me?") They get their old job back under a new name, start living in a crappy apartment that they can hardly afford the bills for.The 'killers' dump the dummy body into the pond lake, A detective that just moved in(who will likely be getting her own post later on alongside The ex as they're both datables as well) discovers the 'Sophia Poole' case,and this is where we make it to valentines day.

I imagine Phone/TypeGingi would meet Francis in the apartments. They'd See It staring solemnly into the smog-filled air from Its balcony like the dramatic hoe It is and Will climb up to say hi. After a bit of banter, Gingi learns that It just got dumped and is trying to prove to their only human (kind of) friend that It's moved on because their jokes about being unlovable because of being dumped are concerning, so they agree to be Its rebound in exchange for getting into the funfair.

They dressed up in their fanciest suit and top hat for their shitty amusement park date. "Hah! Who needs to move on now Jerry?"-"OBVIOUSLY, YOU."

The lesson around their route would be showing Gingi peeling away their defensive layers, teaching them they should fight for their own approval and happiness rather than caring what other people think,and picking her writing back up as a more healthy coping mechanism.(Oh, and causing problems for the corrupt government.That too.)They have a new sense of self worth,more of a legal presence in dialtown apart from 'Sophia Poole',published their first novel as a protest piece showing how Dialtown really is dedicated to Gingi,(under an alias,they're bold not stupid) and they have officially adopted Misty.Unless you get their shit yourself and die ending,which involves their ex,crime(probably) and a huge accidental body count(almost definitely). In all honestly,I wanna write a hypothetical route or at least hypothetical endings and a beginning,but this post is already long enough so I'll close this with some playlists for now.

Longer Playlist:https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLMdCe6gGGxLeV7m-EfqDuqpW387c7-Gc-&feature=share

Shorter Playlist Below:

I Deserve To Bleed by Sushi Soucy

2.Passing Through(Can't The Future Just Wait) by Kaden MacKay

3. This Is Home by Cavetown

4. 50 Ways To Say Goodbye by Train

5. 7 Things by Miley Cyrus

6. Mr Brightside by The Killers

7. Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time by Panic!At The Disco

8. Cupid by Jack Stauber

9. Heather by Conan Grey

10. The One That Got Away By Katy Perry

If you've made it this far, thank you for entertaining my weird, disturbing rambles, and have a lovely day.

[zippy-reacts]

Sonic the Comic Liveblog: Issue 34

Right back to where we left off last time, with the introduction of Knuckles!

Lmao “vile creature”. Funny considering this panel is the absolute cutest Sonic has ever been drawn in StC.

Mobians aren’t typically drawn with shoulders or necks so this is probably difficult to get correct but hmm… I feel like that head placement is anatomically implausible.  

I can’t get over how adorable this artist draws Sonic

I feel like I should go back and count up all the times running in a circle has been the solution just so I can keep a proper tally.

As mature as Knuckles can seem due to his role as guardian, it’s not often that we see acknowledgement that Knuckles is technically still a child.

Gorgeous background artwork

I feel like StC, or at least this issue, is good at portraying Sonic and Knuckles’ rival dynamic. Looking forward to seeing how it evolves when they eventually become friends.

Robotnik is surprisingly piss-easy to catch

Smol Sonk

I like the indication here that StC Sonic doesn’t always mean what he says when he’s boastful like this. It adds a little bit of extra depth to him.

Interesting, I had no idea StC had been translated officially into other languages!

Probably should’ve pointed this out earlier but Cam and Bert are fucking ripped.

It’s so funny seeing someone with near-human proportions run through one of those.

Shit, I kinda forgot about badniks having organic batteries. Did Porker’s plan to turn badniks nice even factor that in? Or were they just gonna keep people trapped in there?

I’m imagining this young child being so shocked at the prospect of doing something dangerous like that, that he continuously badgered his parents until they helped him write and send a letter in.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

TRUE the crow dedication is so real….like bro really took his last name literally LOL

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS>>> idk I just love exploring the different avenues and depths of friendship esp since I myself don’t like forcing romance upon anything rlly….also like some dynamics remind me of how I’d act with some close friends too like I’ve just never seen the need to ship or anything when you can have a perfectly developed and interesting relationship without having to be in love with someone yk I feel like it almost makes the dynamic and friendship even more meaningful sometimes

The second selection trio is GOLD I Lowk loved that trio and how they meshed together despite being such different ppl?? I also LOVED that arc for the Barou development bc omg someone who learns from their defeats and makes a better version of themself that’s actually so cool….

Otoya’s fit is SO on brand LMAO I feel like yukis has too many layers almost like just looking at it makes me sweat HAHA

Im ngl I feel like something looks a teensy bit off in that one colored art…maybe it’s because it’s fully buttoned or something? But I LOVE THE TURTLENECK TRENCHCOAT COMBO it’s like my fav outfit style ever and he looks SOOO GOOD IN THE MANGA!!! Ugh the turtleneck >>>> I have a friend who hates the turtleneck long coat combo and I’m like….bro…..where’s ur taste…. But fr I something about the clean mature looking style also just fits him so well too!!!

AOT LMAOOO what’s even funnier is (idk exact how accurate this is) but I heard rin was possibly inspired by two characters?? Eren and I forgot her name starts with an M I think….but apparently one of the authors was an assistant for aot I think so definitely fitting LOLLL

Ok and honestly the Hiori duality is also so fitting?? Like we see in the novel he’s a pretty open/relaxed chill little boy outside of his household and when he opens up to Karasu and the team but then BAM switch flips once he enters his home and I feel like the diff between white butterfly and fwtkac matches that so well…..I love a little angst sprinkled in sometimes too that kinda duality is just so good, just goes to show the depths a character can have!! I love it!!!

Trust me I will be EATING UP those hiori works too honestly being fed so well by all of your writing lately I’m so excited to read everything <333

The light novels are SO. FUNNY. cursed Nagi was actually hilarious and I remember first reading the Hiori one and the whole stalking thing was peak comedy like wdym you’re a 6 foot man trying to hide your near fluorescent blue hair under a baseball cap….I’ll never forget the line that’s like “he’s only ever done soccer his entire life…it’s only natural that he doesn’t know proper social etiquette” LMAOAOOO

I think recently my favs finally settled the was like swapping between Chigiri Nagi Rin and Karasu for a good while a couple months ago….i feel like new ppl don’t really ever my top five as much it’s just a matter of the ranking amongst them LOL

Also I love Otoya but I also LOVE Otoya slander HAHA I love making fun of him so bully him all you like LMAOOO

Nagi fr is just like a big koala bear….i remember being so shocked by his height at first but it honestly adds more to his charm LOL and definitely!! The parental neglect is kinda real for him too like…ppl take his “breakup” with Reo and run with it like are we reading the same thing….. the dark haired hot trope is too real like people just toss rin into that category throw in some Emo and call it a day like….i think especially the moment after the u20 match where rin looks at sae thinking he’ll be praised by him just kinda shows he’s just an emotional stunted boy with brother trauma like…..man…you’re so right about the fanon Rin being like aiku or Karasu though i do see a lot of like…smooth talker rin on here…..

TREADMILL yesss get those steps!! Chronically online gang rise tho LOLL but hey at least you’re being productive and active while online!!

-Karasu anon

he was assigned crow at birth and knew what he had to do from there 🫡 i’ve always wondered what his older sister looks like (apparently he had one according to the official egoist bible) i bet she’s sooo pretty but like. does she also do her hair in some weird vaguely-crow inspired way?? or does she think her little brother is a freak?? what abt the rest of his family?? LMAOAO questions we may never know the answers to…

even when writing romance i’ve noticed i’ll have one or two Kiss Scenes but for the most part i prefer showing love in other ways!! smth that’s always stuck with me is that if your characters need to kiss to prove to your readers that they’re in love, you didn’t do a good enough job writing their relationship. so personally even in my longest and most devastating love stories i hardly write Actual Romance!! i think the reason i don’t like shipping personally (again, full respect to anyone who does 💖) is because making the love between two characters explicit instead of implied often (to me) ruins the actual depth between them.

second selection trio is so so good!! and i agree barou’s development esp in the match vs reo kuni and chigiri was delightful to see. tbh when i first watched bllk i thought barou was a “baddie of the week” character who would only be relevant in the match against team x and then disappear entirely, so i was really excited to see him come back AND with a new and improved design (first selection barou kinda haunts me tbh why does he look like that…)

ohhhh i was talking abt the manga only!! i haven’t seen the colored illustrations but i agree the coat is a bit odd in them. i imagined it to be tan when i read the manga which i think fits him better than the bright blue but oh well it’s karasu he can pull anything off. he looked so cute in it in the manga!! when he took it off and went with just the turtleneck too…it really did give me such a lowkey but mature and elegant vibe!! like future businessman right there mr “if i randomly got 100 million yen i’d invest in index funds” bro is trying to be reo so bad DHSKSJSJ (speaking of which i do not fw reo’s fits he needs to hire a better personal stylist because some of those choices he makes are certainly. choices.)

HAHA yes i’ve seen that rin is supposed to be a blend of eren and mikasa!! i can def see it. i was heavily into aot back in 2021 though not much anymore actually which is why i immediately clocked the comparison!!

i know the karasu series is pretty fluffy and funny but i am actually first and foremost an angst lover!! i love writing absolutely heartbreaking stories they’re my favorite thing in the world. bllk is making me lose my edge though 😔 i need to get back to writing angst again…i think maybe i’m surprised by people being sad abt white butterfly because when i imagine angst it’s like death and inevitable ruin HAHAHHA but anyways i agree hiori def is a very layered character!! i’m excited to write more of him as well

oh my god the light novels are so sillyyyy 😭 when karasu made up an entire tragic backstory for himself just to mess w hiori??? he is so problematic i can’t even lie and the way hiori 100% believed him too had me bawling

OTOYA SLANDER 4 LIFE he is just so so easy to make fun of!! spoiler alert it’s actually not y/n who hates on him the most…let’s just say that our dear best friend who wants a boyfriend has major major beef w him (he is completely unaware of this ofc)

everyone says they’re surprised that nagi is so tall wdym!! he is sooo teddy bear i think him being huge makes sm sense!! he has such big fluffy lazy dog vibes too…yk the kind that thinks it can fit on your lap despite being the size of a small horse 😭 like THAT is nagi to me

i fear rin will never escape his fanon characterization 😔 but yes i think the teasing/sassy side that people give him is actually much more in line w karasu’s personality, and him being super smooth and flirty is way more aiku than anything!! rin has like one insult that he uses for everyone he is NOT a sarcasm god i’m afraid 😰 and according to the egoist bible he knows he’s unfriendly but thinks if people don’t like that abt him they shouldn’t interact with him!! in my mind the extent of his flirting would just be him going nonverbal and being like 🌎👄🌎 at you from across the room LSJDOWNDWJ hopefully you are a mind reader because otherwise you are never finding out he has a crush

YESSS unfortunately i do have to go to the gym quite frequently because alongside being chronically online i ride horses competitively and go to parties and whatnot so the body must be maintained 😔 HAHA it’s like a double life omg sometimes random guys will try to flirt w me when i’m out w my friends and in the back of my mind i’ll just be like “oh he has NO idea I write reader insert fanfiction on tumblr dot com” 😭 once i was at a party and i just took out my phone and started responding to comments on ao3 instead of dancing or talking because i thought the music sucked and it was way too loud 😓

[crazilust]

Astro notes (2) 

Hello every one, I hope every single one of y'all is doing okay. Just some random notes I've had for a while. Please disregard anything that doesn't apply to you.

Leo and Virgo mixed in a chart can be so fucking intense. If you add Scorpio to the mix, you can get someone that not only refuses to see their own flaws, but also pretty vindictive. (underdeveloped ones, ofc)

On the bright side, Leos are one the best hype man/woman ever. If you ever get to be their best friend or partner, you will always feel special next to them. They're ruled by the sun, baby!

One thing I freaking LOVE about Scorpio placements is how shameless they are about their feelings (except maybe scorpio moon, lmao y'all are struggling :') ). In a culture where being nonchalant is the norm and the "cool" thing to do, I love how y'all refuse to adhere to it.

While I don't agree with the whole "female ____ are better than male _____" or vice versa, I still think there's a difference between signs but it's not necessarily based on gender, but more on how you were raised. Let's take Aries for example. If you were raised in a society where being a man meant that violence was okay to perform, being ultra competitive was encouraged, you might become a pretty toxic Aries (because those natural traits of yours are being amplified and not discouraged). As opposed to an Aries who's born a female, and have been told that it's ugly to get angry, they should never be competitive, they might be a pretty mellow Aries. Bottom line : No, [enter a zodiac sign] men as a whole are not inherently toxic, they're just chained to the patriarchy.

Pisces mercury are the most vague people ever as their mercury are in detriment in Pisces. BUT! Man, if you let them express themselves through art, their sensibility and imagination really shine through. Let your pisces mercury friend express themselves how they want, man. They can feel you getting annoyed lmao.

Geminis are underrated in my opinion, when it comes to being geniuses or pioneers. I feel like we always comment on earth signs' intelligence or Aquariuses for the pioneer thing, but we always overlook Geminis!! Let me list a few : Marilyn Monroe, the icon. Laverne Cox, the first transgender to appear on Cosmo, Time, to have a wax figure at Madame Tussaud's museum, Prince, Kendrick Lamar, Kanye West. Man, the list goes on!! Emma Chamberlain (the most popular influencer of our time). F*ck, I could really go on and ooooooon. I will, as a matter of fact. Not on this post though, this one.

I envy Libra's ability to understand what people want from them and execute it perfectly (Kim Kardashian, anyone?). How do you do that?

If you ever have a problem that seems like there's no solution, get yourself an Aquarius and ask them what they would do. The best advices I ever gotten was from an Aquarius (Capricorns, too).

I got into astrology when I was 17, so my 6th profection year, which is the Virgo house. I forgot about it, then got back into it when I was 23, which is the 12th house profection year (or Pisces house). Thought that was interesting. I've always loved the weird relation between these two sister signs. For someone who's not into astrology at all, they always see these two signs as being soooo different. But I don't really think so.

My favorite coworkers are Sagittarius. They can get pretty intense and bossy sometimes, but always so funny. I don't like working with Virgos and Scorpios, though. Love them as friends, lmao.

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This is it! You're done! Thank you for reading till the very end. I'm gonna try being a little bit more consistent on here, cause it really feels like my little comfort zone, away from the toxic social medias that eat at my soul. I really wanna try this sandwich place near where I'm at right now. I've been thinking about it while I was writing this. I'll tell you how it was on the next post.

dolly 💜,

x.

[obeymehasinfluncedmythoughts]

Growing Pains

Pregnant Mc and all the guys are being dumbasses. I hope it makes sense. I really tried to write something cohesive lmao.

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There's a lot of difficulties one has to go through in life. Of course, most are simple enough that one day you'll just look back upon them and realize that the problem wasn't really that big of an issue. The tantrums thrown in your childhood over school supplies rank right up beside your high-school fears of choir class solos and first date worries. In comparison, it's rather funny seeing where you are now. After years of petty troubles, getting married and pregnant makes those worries seem like minor stamps on your life. Insignificant pieces to a puzzle you forgot about long ago.

You hope that's what this is for Luke. That all these fears he has over this baby are just a little bump in his long existence. Of course, you're not trying to downplay his concerns. They're understandable and something you all actually expected when you first found out you were pregnant. Afterall, it's only natural for there to be a bit of anxiety with such a big change. However, due to his age, as well as his very vocal need to protect humans, you all thought the shock would settle in rather quickly and he'd start preparing for a new role in the household. 

That unfortunately didn't turn out to be the case. 

Despite how it sounds, Luke is happy about the baby. He's eager to please too, almost to a worrying extent, and that's pretty much where the problem comes in. The angel seems hell bent on trying to prove himself every step of the way, but you really don't know why. He's always been an incredibly helpful member of the family. Truthfully, when it comes to needing any sort of support, whether that be emotional or otherwise, Luke has acted like a guiding light. He actually provides comfort when you're struggling, almost always living up to that guardian angel title he holds so tightly to his chest. Of course, sometimes he's more or less just a normal child, but perhaps that's why you feel so comfortable around him. You don't have to worry about impressing him or potentially ruining his appearance like you do with your spouses. All you have to really do is just be with him, and that seems to be enough. 

Well, it did. That doesn't actually appear to be true anymore. Nowadays Luke acts like he actually has to earn the right to be in your vicinity, and when he's not doing anything, he's terrified to even be near you. You don't really know why this new trait has developed, but thankfully your spouse -more specifically Simeon- has given you some helpful -but rather limited- insight. He admitted that Luke is genuinely worried about you; his fear mostly stemming from your fragile state. This makes sense to an extent, but you don't think it's the full story. 

Sure, your pregnancy is rather high risk. Carrying a demon -or angel- in your human body isn't exactly recommended by any doctor of any realm, but things are going fine so far. You like to attribute this to being Lilith's descendent, yet you've been reminded too often by Soloman that this really wouldn't impact your risk. Of course, he also likes to add that if this were his child you wouldn't have to fret over possible complications, so it's hard to exactly trust what he says, but it's impacted Luke enough apparently. With that being said, you still don't believe it's enough to warrant this response from the child. 

Afterall, it's easy to see Luke isn't just worried about your health. If that were the case you could lump him up there with eleven other men who basically swarm you wherever you go. No, you know there's more to it. It's just hard to place exactly what without invoking some sort of defense mechanism from the young blond. You'd know, because you'd tried before. 

"What do you mean something is wrong?" The little angel had exclaimed in worry, completely skipping over the context that you had actually asked him what was wrong, "Do you need Simeon? I don't know where he's at! Mammon and Levi are the only ones here and I don't think that those demons know how to handle childbirth!"

Whilst he wasn't wrong in his assumptions about the boys not knowing how to handle childbirth, he was completely incorrect in his guesses as to what you were referring to. When you actually cleared that up, he failed to provide any actual reasoning to his new, flighty attitude. In fact he simply denied anything was wrong before running off to attend to something else. What that was, you don't know, however you can recall he seemed very intent on seeking it out, and even more intent on making sure you didn't follow him. 

Given this reaction, figuring out a new approach wasn't exactly an easy task. Thankfully your boys are always great brainstormers. 

"How would I know what the chihuahua is thinking?"

Well, sometimes they are. 

"Mammon, please," You sigh, making sure not to blow your lid at the demon's attitude. He doesn't seem to catch onto this, but Lucifer does, placing a reassuring hand on your knee, "I'm just asking if you have any idea whatsoever as to what's possibly going through his mind. Maybe you've noticed if he's said something or has been doing something weird! I don't know. I'm trying to come up with ideas to solve this problem and would really appreciate some help."

Diavolo lets out a low hum as he thinks, but before he comes to a conclusion, Barbatos is making a statement, "I have noticed a change in his attitude as of late, but I have no information as to why."

Asmo is quick to jump in here, his more nonchalant approach taking center stage in a room of more bleak tones, "It's only natural for him to act up a little bit, isn't it? New baby, he thinks he might be being replaced."

"You'd know about that," Belphegor adds in a similar tone that actually has the avatar of lust agreeing with him. At least, until he recognizes what was actually said.

Before an argument can erupt between the fifth and seventh brothers, you're quick to step in between, "Well, if that's the issue, how are we even supposed to approach that?"

Silence overtakes the room for a few brief seconds before Levi's phone breaks it with a loud chime, drawing everyone's attention away from your question. He blushes a bit under all the stares but is still quick to check whatever the notification was, apparently either missing the tone of the room or simply not caring enough to put it aside. Thankfully Beelzebub plucks the device away from the envy demon before he can be sucked into some fictional plot line. You try to keep a scowl from climbing your features at the purple haired male's disappointment. 

"He'll get over it eventually," Satan replies from his spot tucked in the corner, eyes trained on a book and appearing only half invested in the conversation. His approach is barely any better than Levi's, however you're able to keep yourself from getting too angry at the blonde. This is mostly because you're spending that energy gripping tightly onto Lucifer's hand. 

"Well either you're correct and I don't have to worry, or you're incorrect and something is wrong and your advice is to just ignore it."

"I'm not saying ignore it, I'm just saying let him figure it out."

"And last time he tried to solve his own problem he ran away from purgatory hall and begged for Beel and I had to hide him."

There's a chorus of noises that erupt from the room, most varying replies to your statement with the occasional out-of-place noise. Truthfully the majority of them sound tired. Like they don't even want to be there, and you're well aware they probably don't. A little less than half of the room thinks Luke is just experiencing growing pains, and a bit more than half thinks you're overexaggerating a problem that really isn't there. Of course they haven't directly said this, but they don't have to. You've pretty much already heard both things from past discussions on the topic. 

Diavolo pulls you from Lucifer's hold as soon as a frown begins to weigh on your lips. You know from this move alone that words of comfort are soon to follow, however, that doesn't really make you feel all that reassured. You don't want to be soothed. You just want some help from your partners determining what you're supposed to do. 

It's not like you aren't self aware. You do realize that your worry may seem a bit overkill to those who aren't as concerned. Which, you thought everyone would be considering the circumstances, but you can't say you're surprised. Lately you've been the only one really getting invested in these family issues. Whether that's because of hormones or not is unknown to you, and whilst you don't really care either way, you do know the boys have been handling you a bit differently ever since you got pregnant. 

It's annoying and demeaning and a million other words you can think of but rather wouldn't. So, you just don't, choosing to let Diavolo soothe you and allow someone else to shift the conversation away from your concerns. 

Your room is quiet tonight, empty after you'd proclaimed you had a headache and wanted to sleep alone. There had been some resistance, mostly from Mammon of course, but as soon as you started throwing pillows at him, he gave in. You don't know whether you wanted him to or not, yet you can say you wished you had someone to bounce your thoughts off of. 

That's when you hear a soft, hesitant knock at the door. 

A part of you feels the need to tell the person to go away. Another part wants to cry and beg whoever it is to come inside. You settle somewhere in the middle, pulling yourself out of bed and walking to the door whilst mentally preparing yourself for whatever lay behind its solid face. You hope you look scary enough in your maternity sleepwear in case things go south, but you doubt the sleeping teddy bears are all that intimidating. Surprisingly though, when you open the door you aren't met with one of your spouses, worried, angry, or otherwise. Instead you find Luke. 

He looks rather nervous, standing there in his pajamas and fiddling with his thumbs. There's a little frown on his face too, one so deep his eyebrows crease together in a similar manner that mimics how Satan's do whenever he's sucked into a book. If it wasn't the middle of the night and the angel wasn't so obviously distressed you might have actually laughed at the sight. Of course, you know that would be rather mean. Especially since you're certain Luke's on the verge of tears. 

You don't get the chance to really double check that though, as the blonde child bolts into your arms, careful of your bump but still desperate in his search for a hug. Despite your worries and fears threatening to bubble up only moments ago, you can't help relaxing at the action. It's weird how all your own worries seem to become rather small when you're faced with a tiny crying angel. 

"I'm sorry!" Luke cries into your shirt, tears seeping through the fabric rather easily, "I didn't mean to make you feel bad!"

It's hard to form a quick reaction to this sudden display. You can't seem to decide exactly what to ask, so you settle on soothing him with soft whispers and gentle pats on his back. This takes a while to calm him down, but eventually Luke's able to pull away from you and force out a forced explanation. 

"I didn't want to worry you, I just thought that you would do better without me and then I overheard you guys in the living room and I realized I was just hurting you more and-" Tears continue to well up in his blue eyes despite your insistence that everything's alright. After a few minutes of your reassurance and his repeated questioning, you're able to get him down to a calmer, sniffling whimper. 

The two of you go to settle on the bed, you pulling him close to your side and turning on your bedside lamp for some light. Words are exchanged for a while and you're certain if you were back in your own realm the sun would have already started to rise by the time you finished. You don't really mind though. Seeing him lose all that anxiety helps your own too, especially since he does a good job at soothing over some worries of your own.

He makes sure to tell you, through yawns and his many apologies, that your boys did check on him plenty of times. Luke says he was just too embarrassed to admit to his problems, and he thinks they didn't want to worry you because you're already so stressed. Of course, anything coming from a pajama clad angel is going to make you swoon from sweetness, but knowing they actually care and have gone out of their way to handle it could really affect you all on its own. Even if the intended results didn't actually work out. 

But, in the end, you guess it doesn't really matter. As long as your family is happy at the end of the day, things will be fine. 

[yesokaythatsfine69]

Heavy Dosage (Levi Ackerman x reader)

Description: after getting hurt during a scouting mission, y/n is given quite a heavy dosage of medication. Will her secret crush on her squad leader remain secret?

Character(s): Y/n, Hangi, Levi, nurse, eren

Pov: 3rd person

Warning(s): pain, broken bones, kissing, no spoilers

A/n: hello! I took a little break earlier and recently I've been watching two new animes, AOT and Kakegurui (both r completely different lmao) so I decided to add more fuel to the fire that is the Levi Ackerman x reader tag. Don't worry there aren't any spoilers I just wrote a cute thing.

*none of the gifts used are mine. Full credit goes to the maker.

"Shit!" That was the last thing y/n had said before she disappeared from the view of her fellow squad members. Levi watched, fear causing him to freeze. One moment she had been calling him a "old slow poke", her smile dazzling and eyes brighter than diamonds- and in an instant she was gone.

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Pain had seared through y/n's skull when she finally landed from being thrown. The titan had grabbed a line of her odm gear and flung her, snapping the line and causing her to fall straight down and into a tree. Her body had tumbled through the branches, each branch snapping with the weight of her body and the force she had been thrown from.

Y/n was usually proud to say that Titan's couldn't touch her- she was fast, faster than almost any person in her squad- and that usually meant that she was untouchable to them. She was the one who helped the other members of her squad survive. Today, however, had been different and not even her speed had saved her.

The pain in her skull forced her eyes open. The area in which she laid was dead silent, but she didn't feel scared or worried. It was peaceful and almost poetic. She focused on her breathing, and tried to register where she had been hurt. Her head hurt, her back hurt, and her legs seethed, but she could at least feel pain.

She tried to move but only whimpered when the pain in her legs intensified. Her eyes watered. She couldn't get up and what she thought had been luck that she experienced from not dying from her tremendous fall- had suddenly become a curse. Now, she would be easily found by a titan and just as easily eaten.

"you've...got to...be fucking kidding...me." she wheezed between hot tears. Suddenly a zipping noise broke the silence around her and a small thumping sound caused her tense up. "Y/L/N!" Her eyes widened at the sound of her squad leader's voice. Then, Two arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her up. Captain Levi was above her, on his knees before her- not in the ways she had always dreamed about either.

"What did you do, Brat?" His silver orbs narrowed as he searched her face. Any other time being this close to Levi would've been similar to Heaven, but now, it carried a strange and dangerous weight. "Captain Levi, I-" His expression cut her off. His face was blank, eyes were narrowed, mouth drawn up in a thin line. He was angry, she could sense his emotions beyond what he showed with his face. That had been the reason they worked so well together- y/n could read him like a book.

He seemed to notice she had been crying, and wiped away a stray tear. "I-I'm sorry, Captain Levi I-" He said nothing and hoisted her up in his arms, pressing her head against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat- constant and comforting in her ear. For several moments they trampled in the woods in silence.

Finally he spoke. "I'll get you to the wagons and you'll be okay, y/n, try to be still." His voice seemed tired and his movements were oddly weary. Y/n frowned as she looked up at him.

Somehow she felt like he had said these words not for her benefit, but for his own. He hardly ever used her first name, preferring "brat" and "y/l/n" to order her around with. Now, as his grip on her tightened, she buried her face against his chest, deciding it was best to leave her thoughts unsaid.

As she snuggled against him, he relaxed, his shoulders releasing the tension they carried since he saw that bitch titan thrown her out of his sight. Levi had been angry- but not angry at Y/n. Angry at himself for not protecting her, angry at those fucking Titan's for taking away the people he loved from him. He felt y/n adjust slightly and that's when he realized she had fallen alseep. Her breathing evened out, and she seemed limp against him.

When he reached the clearing Petra ran up to him. "Y/n! Is she okay?" Levi said nothing, and Petra watched in worry as he pushed past her.

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Sometimes lines get blurry. The separation between two distinct things gets combined and those two things once so distinctly different are now seemingly the same. Y/n stared straight ahead, boards on the walls combining and shape shifting. They had given her medicine for her pain, that fact was that her leg had been broken, along with a fractured skull and a few other twisted and mangled bones, so anything was deemed worthy to give her.

The medicine, whatever it was could definitely be considered "that good stuff". She giggled, watching as the nurse adjusted her covers. "You're trying to tickle me!" "Y/n?" Y/n's head slowly bobbed to the side, where Hanji was standing. Her arms were crossed, but a smile shown on her face.

"You look better than I was expecting." Y/n smiled widely. "It's the drugs!" Hanji mimicked her smile. Y/n, was for the most part a lively a fun person. She wasn't anywhere near as loud of bouncy as Hanji herself was- mainly because y/n had a better sense of timing. Now however, Hanji noted that her personality seemed to come on quite strongly.

"I just came to check on you, considering what I heard had happened you are very lucky." Y/n only giggled. "lucky-smucky. Luck had nothing to do with it. It's a skill to hit every single goddamn tree branch in the world and still be kicking." To empathize her point she kicked out the leg that wasn't broken.

"woah, maybe you shouldn't move too much." Hanji put her hands up. "It's okay I don't feel anything!" Y/n lifted her hand up and smacked herself right upside the head. "No pain!" Hanji smiled, "Right, I'll be sure to tell Levi how well you are doing."

Y/n shot up at her captains name. "You should tell him to come see me! It's been too long since I've seen that hot piece of ass!" Hanji frowned. "I- um... I don't think that's for the best...you seem pretty uh... preoccupied." Y/n opened her mouth to most likely say something else unexpected when the nurse reappeared, nodding to Hanji.

"I better be leaving y/n, I'm glad you are doing well. I'll see you later, yeah?' y/n nodded excitedly and Hanji let herself out.

She laughed, nodding her head. "Hot piece of ass...Levi Ackerman?" She snorted. Then, quite quickly the pieces for together and she stopped. "Oh no. Oh no. I should...wait a second, this could be quite an interesting experiment..." She smiled and turned in the direction of the lunchroom.

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"She is doing very well. So well infact she told me not to send you, she doesn't want you to worry. She'll be out before long." Hanji spoke gently to Levi who stared at his tea, his face expressionless. "What do you mean she doesn't want me to visit her? I'm her squad leader." Hanji shrugged and smiled.

"She's doing very well. You'd be wasting your time. She'll be back before you know it." Levi's eyes flashed to his friend, narrowing. The rage he had experienced when he had found her broken body...the way her teary y/c/e looked up at him... He could've exploded with rage. but he needed to stay with y/n, and that's what he had done, making sure she was safe...And now he was being told to stay away from her? His fists clenched.

Hanji seemed to see the conflict. "Why don't you try and take of yourself now? You've done enough for her." Levi only stood up, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor caused those in the lunchroom to look up at him. Leaving his tea, Levi, in his own Levi way, stormed out of the room. Hanji sat there, stirring her tea.

She raised it to her lips and smiled.

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Levi's feet practically moved on their own to the infirmary, each step more angry than the last. In angry flashbacks he felt her head pressed against his chest, her warm breathe tickling his neck, her warm orbs searching his own icy pair- he felt all of that and more...and yet she didn't want to see him?

Had those affectionate moments just been something he wished had happened instead that had actually happened. No. It couldn't have been. But the why would she try to shut him out?

He pushed open the door to the infirmary. He stood in the shadowy doorway for several seconds doing what he did best- watching.

Y/n had spent four consecutive hours counting each board- one by one. Every time she got to twenty though, she got distracted and had to start over. "Twenty-one!" "Y/l/n?" Slowly y/n's left hand, which she had used to count the board, lowered to her side. "Damnit! Lost count! At least I got to twenty one this time." Her head slowly turned to the side where her sexy captain stood, peering down at her. He looked absolutely peeved and y/n giggled.

"Well hello beautiful? Long time no see!" Levi's eyes widened the tiniest bit- but he quickly played it off. "You didn't want me here? Your own captain? Unless you forgot-" Y/n purred. "Damn you're sexy when you're mad! I don't have a clue what you're talking about but-" she shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time!" She reached up and tugged him closer.

"I- y/n-" a finger placed itself over his lips. "Shhhhh..." The finger lifted then hit him again. "Shhhhh...shhhh." y/n stared up at him with a dazed, but delighted expression. She gently stroked his face, reaching up and flicking her hair from his eyes. She smiled at his slightly dazed expression.

"how'sithangingbabey?" Levi blinked out of his daze and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand back from his mouth. "What is wrong with you?" His eyes were fairly wide and his stared at her in both worry and confusion. "I'm in love baby!" She shouted. "In love with youuuuuu!" She sang out flailing her arm and hitting him in the head.

"tch! Ow! Will you-" He paused, his brow furrowed. "You...love me?" She giggled and pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhh. Don't tell Levi." He stared at her. "I am Levi, you brat." Her eyes widened. "Whoops!" She laughed. "My bad!" Levi opened his mouth to speak when the nurse appeared. She gasped upon seeing him. "Captain Levi! I didn't know you were coming!" Y/n lifted her head up to look at the young nurse.

"hey, layoff! This Raven haired beauty's taken!" She yanked him forward. The action caught him off guard and he had to catch himself before he fell. Levi grumbled before detaching himself from her. "I'll speak to you later, y/n."

"You're leaving!?" Gently he ruffled her hair, and in the most soothing voice he could muster, he said, "I'll be back later, don't worry brat." Levi Nodded to the nurse to walk him out. As the nurse turned to follow him she glanced at y/n who mouthed aggressively "he's mine!"

At the door he turned to the nurse, "y/n was in large amounts of pain, so we gave her some medicine to dull it. It seems to have a worked a little..." The two turned back to y/n who had restarted counting the boards again. "Too well."

"tch, right." The end of lips upturned into almost a smile. "Keep me updated." The nurse nodded, "Right, sir."

Casting one last glance he left the infirmary, humming a new tune softly to himself.

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Y/n sighed happily. She had finally been released, given a brace for her leg to help her walk till she was 100% and around fifteen get well cards. Her first move was definitely to go to her room. She missed her room.

She visited with Petra and the other members of her squad, making sure to show off her cool ass brace. She also made sure to say hi to Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Connie, and Jean. She hadn't seen Captain Levi yet but she figured she'd find him soon- or he'd find her. The nurse mentioned that he'd visited a few times, none of which she remembered- but the thought that he cared enough to do so warmed her up.

Y/n entered the lunchroom, coming face to face with her captain and his fellow squad leader, Hanji. "Oh hi Hanji! Hello, Captain!" Hanji immediately jumped up and hugged her tightly. "Y/n! Congratulations!" Y/n smiled brightly, and hugged her back. "Thank you! I'm feeling pretty good!" Her eyes turned to Levi, who had been watching her intently. He nodded. "The squad has been waiting for your return, y/l/n." Y/n smiled. "Well, you guys won't have to wait much longer. The nurse said just a little while longer then I'm ready to go."

Levi nodded, his expression remaining stern. "I am pretty excited to finally get some sleep in my own bed though, so I'll see you all later." She turned, but a hand wrapped itself around her wrist. Levi had stood up, and was behind her. "I'll walk you there." Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed, but she nodded. "The more...the, uh, merrier."

With curt goodbyes the two began their walk to y/n's room. Hanji had watched the interaction without surprise, sipping some tea.

She laughed to herself as the two went out of view, pushing up her glasses. "This experiment- a definitive success."

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"How do you feel?" Levi matched his pace with y/n, careful to make sure he wasn't moving too fast so that she wouldn't have to walk faster on her leg. "I feel good, itching to go back out there." The two stopped walking and turned so that they were right in front of each other instead of side by side.

Levi only made a clucking sound at her response. "Be sure not to push it, brat. You may be feeling fine now but-" He stopped talking when she put a hand on his chest. He frowned slightly and looked up at her from where his gaze had been.

"Thank you, for everything. I- I'm sorry I wasn't more careful. Next time I'll-" He placed his hand over her own. "Tch, there better not be a next time you stupid brat. If there is I do not I think I could handle it."

Her cheeks darkened. "Captain-" "Just Levi." She smiled at him. "Okay, just Levi." The slight upturn smile Levi had worn vanished at her bad joke into a frown. Lifting up his index finger he placed it directly over her lips.

"shhh..." She tried to speak. "shhhh." Y/n raised a brow at him. "I have lost enough in this life, y/n." Her eyes widened at the use of her first name, and his finger remained on her lips. "But, I cannot lose you, too...please." Her eyes glistened a, a familiar wetness clouding them. Slowly, Levi lowered his finger, and soon as he do so she pounced, pulling him into the tightest hug she could administer.

"You couldn't get get rid of me even if you wanted to." He hugged her back. "Good, because I do not want to." She pulled back. It was now or never, and this maybe the only chance she has left. Braving up, y/n swallowed thickly. "Hey...erm, uh Levi...I-I love you, okay?"

Levi smirked, his eyes twinkling with something close to mischievousness. "I know...you, kind of...told me already." Y/n pulled back. "No I didn't." "Tch, you did, y/n." She rolled her eyes. "I think I would remember telling someone I love them."

Levi frowned. "Are you calling me a liar?" Y/n laughed sharply. "Well, I'm not calling you a truther." She turned and began to walk away. "Even if I did, you could at least say it back you jerk!"

With reflexes faster than a blink of an eye, Levi had pulled her back and into his arms. She stared at him, wide eyed. They were mere inches apart now. Never had she been this close to him, and she could clearly see every inch of his face. The silver twinkle of his eyes, his long lashes, the pretty pink of his thin lips. He was so beautiful, like a statue of a god. Y/n blinked, realizing she had been staring a bit longer than innocent and met his gaze.

Levi only raised a brow, seemingly unaffected by their closeness. "I love you too, brat." He said finally, and Y/n relaxed into his arms, much like before. "Good, good. It makes doing this a lot easier." She placed her hand to his cheek, closed her eyes and then she closed the gap.

He sighed into her, clutching her tighter to him. It seemed as if he had been waiting almost as long as y/n had because it was if the flood gates had opened. She dipped her head to get to more of him and he grunted softly, easily letting her. She reached up, finding his soft undercut. She ran her finger threw his soft locks (just as soft as she imagined) and gently tugged. Levi opened his mouth a bit more in response, and she quickly took advantage of his action. Her tongue slipped in, and despite himself and who he was- he gasped.

Maybe this was all a bit quick but hell, she'd been around the man for going on a year now with nothing but this to show. It was quite upsetting, especially because it seemed as if Levi had no idea his effect on women, especially y/n. You can bet on your life, however, she was going to take advantage of it now and teach him exactly what he meant.

He grunted again and pulled his arm to her neck, clutching it softly. She hummed into his mouth, biting his lip and pulling. She loved him, everything about him, and almost as much as that- she wanted him. Now, in almost every way she could've imagined, she had him.

She was so wrapped up in him, y/n put her unbraced leg around his waist, trying to get somehow even closer than before but unfortunately she neglected to remember that her braced leg couldn't handle that much pressure yet and it collapsed under their weight. It sent both her and her lover crashing to the ground.

"oof!" "Tch! Hell!" Levi landed on top of her with a thud. The two shared a look. Levi had messy unkept hair, flushed cheeks and red, abused lips- all thanks to y/n. But she doubted she looked much better. "Are you okay, brat?" "Yeah, sorry. Looks like you made my legs weak." She smiled crookedly.

Levi only sighed and lifted her up. "Tch', Keeping you alive will be much harder than I expected." Y/n laughed and wrapped her arms around him, she was beginning to enjoy him carrying her around bridal style. "What can I say? I wasn't built for the weak."

"No," He hoisted her closer to his chest. "No, you are not."

They resumed their journey to her room. "But at least you are mine, brat."

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A/n: whoo! That was a lot more than I expected to do. I hope y'all like it and don't forget that comments and critism are always welcomed. I tried to make this to where it doesn't really involve any timeline and it's just kind of an extra thing. Thanks for reading!

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