#- it's HEAVILY FUCKING IMPLIED that they are besties

[thawthebeez]

me watching the 254th haikyuu tiktok skit on my fyp today

[zehecatl]

queer people nowadays seems completely blind to the fact that anime is, in fact, pandering to us

or, to be more specific- fujoshi’s

and it’s kind of super fucking sad to see people hold up anime with fujobait as actual queer rep, because it’s. it’s not. it’s really, really, not

something like Free!! isn’t about queer characters. it’s a show entirely founded on the fact that fujoshi’s saw that sexy little commercial and went bonkers, and there’s nothing actually wrong with that, but it’s just

it’s not queer media. it’s a show, made to attract fujoshi’s, to appeal to them, without ever delivering on what they’re teasing

and while this practice definitely seems to be getting smaller and smaller, what with queer acceptance up and all that, it’s still like. a thing. and it’s especially important to not miscategorize older anime as actually queer, when no, it’s just full of some good ol’ fujobait

[bitbrumal]

regaling you all with another excerpt from dms, this time with @deificdeceit‘s zhongli & my tsaritsa:

bitbrumal:  khioniya's expressionless, sprawled like a warrior queen with one big hand out upon which her prim & proper partner in crime sits. sometimes her stony face splits into this big, fanged UNHINGED grin but it's only bc zhongli said smth out of fucking pocket

[enobariasdistrict2]

"how do you know cato was in love with clove" well i'm in love with her and she can do better than him. like be with me. hope that helps

[davidlcki]

BESTIE BEGGING ON MY KNEES we need more david loki x reader out here 😭😭 maybe some angst/comfort?? ILY

jealousy

i got two pretty similar requests so i kinda combined these into one! anywho i fucking LIVE for angst, so i had fun writing this! it’s not as angsty as some of the stuff i’ve written, but i hope this lives up to yalls expectations 🙏

pairing: detective david loki x reader

warnings: cussing, arguing, jealousy, drinking, david gets slapped. implied female reader, though it can be read as gn! i think that’s it 😁

summary: david is jealous of a new hire that’s been flirting with you at the precinct.

words: 1,313

“i’m just saying i don’t like you being all buddy buddy with him.” david’s words shot anger through your veins. he was talking about one of the new hires that you were tasked with showing around the precinct. you were only the receptionist, meaning you had the most spare time to show someone the ropes. you could tell the guy liked you, making a few jokes and letting his eyes linger on you a little longer than they should. this didn’t bother you a bit. you were so smitten with david that no other person would be able to tinge it in even the slightest, so you let it slide and continued on showing him around. in hindsight, you knew this argument was going to happen. you noticed the way david’s jaw clenched as you spoke to the other man, eyes boring holes into the back of his head from his desk, surely imagining a hundred ways to kill him.

“david. i was asked by o’malley to show him the ropes. what am i supposed to do? say no and lose my job?” david shakes his head at your words, sighing heavily.

“no. but you two seemed awful friendly.” his eyes snap over to yours from his place at the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hands.

“there’s nothing behind that. i treat him just like any other coworker. you need to get over this jealousy thing, D. don’t you trust me?” you shoot him a glare, annoyed that he was so untrusting of you. you watch as he downs the rest of his whiskey, slamming the glass down a little harder than he should have. he shakes his head in annoyance.

“he was flirting with you.”

“so what? i love you and only you. i’m not going to let some new hire’s shitty flirting change that.”

“you do this on purpose to mess with me, don’t you?” he scoffs, the slightest slur to his words. this is when you realized he was more drunk than you thought.

“jesus. you’re drunk. i’m not doing this with you while you’re fucking drunk.” you turn on your heel, walking from the kitchen. you were hurt. you knew he was the jealous type, but not like this. you hadn’t done more than show the new hire around and share maybe two laughs, but that was enough to send him over the edge. just as you stepped out of the living room and your feet make contact with the soft carpet from your living room, he spoke again.

“do you not love me anymore? that it?” this for you, was your breaking point. you weren’t thinking anymore as you turned and stormed back into the kitchen, getting face to face with loki who stood from his seat as you came over.

“how dare you?” your voice had a shake to it as you point a finger into his chest. “i would take a fucking bullet for you. god, your insecurities are taking over this relationship david! why cant you trust me like i trust you? half the women in the precinct drool over you every day. but see, i TRUST you. why not talk to me instead of drowning your feelings in fucking liquor first?” by the time you finished speaking you realized tears were coming down your cheeks in thick streams. you could tell what you had said got to david deep down, but you also knew how he was after a few drinks. stubborn as all hell. a few beats of silence pass before his brows furrow, eyes hardening ever so slightly, only something you could notice. you grit your teeth, knowing some bullshit was about to leave his lips.

“you gonna leave me over this now so you can go be with that new hire? what’s his fuckin’ name, john? jake? j-” you cut david’s sentence short with a harsh slap to the face. you knew it was wrong, but you were so hot with anger that any rational thought had been thrown out the window. his head snapped to the side, and for a while he stayed that way, pressing his lips into a flat line as he processed what had just happened, surely getting more sober by the minute. you weren’t the type of person to resort to hitting in situations like this, and your actions shocked the both of you. finally, he turned his head back to look at you, eyes widened ever so slightly. your bottom lip quivered, a threat of more tears to come, and you turned to walk towards your front door before he could say much more. you slipped your shoes on, not taking the time to put on a coat even though snow fell lightly from the dark sky. you didn’t know where you were going, but your feet had carried you through winding sidewalks through the little neighborhoods of conyers for at least a few hours. when you were sure you’d get sick from the cold and lack of a coat, you hesitantly came back home.

you pushed your front door open, and david was sitting on the couch, tv off. his head snapped to you instantly, his eyebrows knotted in worry. clearly he’s had time to sober up and reflect. you hardly make eye contact with him, deciding to head to the shower, hoping it would wash all your feelings away. you ignore as he calls your name out, soon drowning any other sound out with the sound of running water from the shower head. you stepped in so hastily you nearly forgot to pull your socks off. for a while you stood under the stream of hot water with your eyes closed, simply daydreaming. you were only snapped out of it by the sound of the bathroom door opening.

“david. just leave me alone.” you sigh. after a few moments of silence, you speak again.

“helloo? are you trying to be mysterious or something?” suddenly, david pulled the shower curtain back, not hesitating to step into the shower with you. he was still fully clothed.

“hey!!!” you shout, staring at him wide eyed, though a smile was tugging at your lips at the insanity of it all. “D, you’re still in your clothes!” he only looked at you, a solemn expression on his face.

“i’m sorry.” as he spoke, water from the shower dripped down his face, strands of hair falling out of their usual perfect place. you sigh, running a hand down your face and looking back up at him.

“i just don’t want to lose you. i’m scared.” you could hardly here these words from him as he spoke them so quietly, you nearly had to resort to reading his lips.

“i know. i know. i just wish we could talk about these things before you drink.” your eyes scan his face which remained knotted with worry. you noticed a red mark still remained where you had hit him. you look away for a few beats of silence. “i’m sorry for hitting you. i should have never done that.”

“i deserved it.”

a snort escapes you as you look back at him. “maybe just a little. but it was wrong. so i’m sorry.”

a small smile twitches at the corner of his lips. “i forgive you.” his touch was gentle as he pulled you into his embrace. you wrap your arms around his clothed frame, resting your head against his shoulder and sighing deeply, this time with relief.

“did you really have to get in the shower with your clothes though?”

“i thought it would be good for dramatic effect.” you pull away, looking at david who was smiling much wider at his seemingly great idea to get into the shower fully clothed. you shake your head, pressing your lips against his for a few moments.

“you’re an idiot, loki.”

[demodraws0606]

The fucking email things from for the QSMP teasers still haunt me because like...why is Bad clearly linked to them ? Like yeah special guest theory whatever but like we know 100 pourcent the muffin email HAS to be about him, he literally is represented two times with muffins for the QSMP teasers (image/posters).

But the thing that fucks me up is like, he is the only one that gets this, no one is even hinted at being related to the emails. Even more so with Bad's image teaser on twitter being fucking weird with the milk emoji and the fact that it's on a completely seperate account.

Why is he the only one that got this, because meaning this is like pre QSMP server that means that they somehow had something planned for him before the server even begun.

And this even more fucking ominous when you realise the fact that Quackity and Bad are huge besties and both of them have interracted heavily through lore on the DSMP.

What I'm implying is that it would be very believable if Quackity handed Bad a huge narrative role to him that would get later revealed for the server.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Just an excuse for me to write about possessive Dino honestly. Heavily inspired by a discussion had with the one and only @wonusite about possessive Chan awhile back. Also, there's something very funny about me choosing S.Coups to be the member who inspires these feelings of possessiveness within Dino lol. This ended up being quite lengthy so, fair warning (S.Coups, I swear I'm loyal).

Heads up: Lee Chan x Fem! Reader, Possessive! Chan, Seungcheol and Reader are touchy besties and Chan isn't a fan, not healthy ways to deal with possessiveness in a relationship, Hard Dom! Chan, Sub! Reader, facefucking, cumming untouched, Reader is a heavily implied masochist, Chan is somewhat sadistic, dirty talk, marking (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, choking (f. receiving), mild edging (f. receiving), overstimulation (f. receiving) and Chan cums on Reader's ass.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Chan knows logically that his feelings are completely unwarranted.

Before the two of you started dating, you were good friends with everyone in his friend group. Those dynamics changed a little when the two of you did finally get together but, they were all still very much your friends.

The issue? Choi fucking Seungcheol.

You had always been closer to Seungcheol than everyone else save for Chan. Now, Chan loves the older man. He's a phenomenal friend and would never do anything to deliberately hurt or upset Chan. However, the way you two have practically been attached at the hip the entirety of game night makes hot, white possessiveness course through Chan's veins and sit heavy in his gut.

He's sat across from the two of you most of the night. Dark eyes watching every hug, every hand on a thigh and every arm around a waist. The two of you giggling and whispering to one another like you were in your own little world.

Chan was fucking sick of it.

He didn't want to come across as jealous or controlling but, there was something about the way Seungcheol in particular interacted with you that just got under his skin. It had just gotten worse as the months passed of your relationship. He'd been doing a decent job of keeping his feelings to himself but, tonight was just too much. Even his other friends picked up on his foul mood throughout the night, shooting him concerned looks from time to time but, Chan waved them all away.

He was determined to handle this by himself.

"Is everything okay?" You ask your boyfriend tentatively, the two of you heading back to his place from game night at Mingyu's.

"Fine."

"Chan, what's-"

"I said I'm fine." He says with an air of finality, keeping his eyes squarely on the road. His jaw clenched and his grip incredibly harsh on the steering wheel.

You don't think you've ever seen him this angry. It was practically rolling off of him in waves. You're not sure what could've upset him this much. In fairness, you had spent most of the night catching up with Seungcheol and perhaps not paying as much attention as you could've to your boyfriend. However, it seemed like it had been a fun night all in all. Why was Chan so mad? What had you missed?

He clearly wasn't in the mood to talk so, all you could do was settle into the passenger seat for the next few minutes. Resigning yourself to the uncomfortable silence in his car.

The uncomfortable silence persisted in the elevator ride and walk to his apartment. Chan completely ignoring your searches for eye contact or any kind of communication. Opening his door and waiting for you to get in. His face was carefully blank but, his eyes were still angry and his body seemed to be vibrating with it.

You were quickly getting sick of this.

When he closed to the door behind him you pounced.

"Chan, what's wrong? You're not talking to me. You're clearly mad and I don't understand why," you without taking much of a pause. Your nervousness climbing with ever lack of response from him.

He walks over to you casually, as if he had all the time in the world. His hand coming up to cup your jaw and making you meet his fiery eyes once he stopped infront of you, "You really don't know why I'm mad?"

"No! I don't get it! What happened?" You ask, bordering on desperate at this point. Chan wasn't giving you much to work with.

You're definitely not prepared for him to kiss you. Giving your brain little time to catch up as he started off aggressively. Seemingly determined to devour you whole where you stood.

You know rationally that you two should really talk about what's gotten him in such a horrible mood but, you can't help the moans you let out into his mouth as he kisses you fiercely. Melting against him when his hand shifts from your jaw to tangle itself in your hair. His other hand moving to grab a hold of your ass and pressing you flush against his sculpted body.

All you can do is hold onto his shoulders for purchase. Whining against him when you feel the beginnings of his cock hardening pressed against you. You can't help the way your hips move in search of some relief from Chan. Whether it was a brush against his cock or his thighs didn't really matter to your muddled brain. All you want was something to help with the gradually building ache.

Your boyfriend seems to find some amusement in your current predicament if his chuckle against your lips is anything to go by.

He moves from thoroughly bruising your lips to kissing along your jaw, tugging your hair harshly to allow himself better access and taking a bit of sadistic pleasure in the half-gasp half-moan noise you release.

"Always the pain slut," he says in-between kisses, tone tinged with the slightest bit of amusement.

"Chan," is all your brain is able to muster right now. Not sure if it's a plea for him to not tease you or for him to keep his actions going.

He seems to understand what you mean because he's soon pressing searing, open-mouthed kisses and nibbles against your neck. Adjusting his hold on you as your knees wobble a little from the feelings. Vaguely you can feel him leaving marks and bruises on you and you're a little alarmed. Chan knew you both had work. Neither of you could show up with any visible marks from your...activities.

"Chan? What're you d-doing? You know you can't leave m-marks," you say, not sounding the slightest bit stern when your voice has gone all high and breathy from his unfairly talented mouth.

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"No! I-I'm just saying that m-marks would make people ask a tonne of questions,"

"Good. They should all know you're mine," he says, leaving little room for rebuttal. Meeting your eyes and daring you to question his statement.

You've never seen him like this. Fresh arousal dripping onto your panties, the sheer want you feel for him catching you a little by surprise. Possessiveness was usually more off-putting to you but, the way it looked on Chan made you knees weak and your desire pool in your stomach.

"O-Okay," you reply meekly, your face warming when he rewards you with an arrogant smirk before departing from your neck to devour your mouth once again. This time both of his hands find their way into your hair and he slowly grinds his cock against you, groaning into you all the while.

You feel like you're about to burst into flames with how lightheaded you are with need for him. You may actually die if he doesn't touch you properly soon, your needy whines mingling with his masculine groans.

"If you'd been a good girl tonight, you would've already been riding me as a reward. Oh well," he mutters against your lips, keeping you in place with a firm pull on your hair when you instinctively try to chase his lips.

Groggily, you open your eyes to meet his with confusion. Your muddled mind trying to make sense of his words. "I wasn't a g-good girl? What did I do? You still haven't told me."

"Good girls don't practically drape themselves over their friend's lap," he responds, voice hard as steel.

"Drap myself over a frien- Are you talking about C-Cheol? Chan, you know the two of us are just friends," you say earnestly, having not expected your interactions with Seungcheol to be the reason he was acting like this.

"Cheol," he repeats after you with a humourless laugh before continuing, "You two certainly didn't just look like friends from where I was sitting. Perhaps you needed to be reminded who you belong to. Get on your knees."

You're left a little unsteady as Chan let's go of his grip on you, giving you space to follow his command. The look in his eyes makes you drop down to your knees before you even fully realise what you're doing, your hands resting on your thighs in the way you know he likes.

"Maybe you do know how to be a good girl," he says, voice thick with sarcasm and arousal as he takes you. When he impatiently tugs his shirt off, you try your hardest to swallow the needy whine on the tip of your tongue at the sight of his torso. Thighs rubbing against each other as you subconsciously seek out any kind of relief.

The ache is only made worse when he moves to unbuckle his belt. He's watching you this time. Taking immense pleasure in watching you unravel before he's even touched you. Chan's cock throbs as he watches you focus intently on observing him free himself from his pants and boxers.

It's funny how despite being completely nude, he still had all the control here and you both knew it.

You're visibly quivering when Chan decides to step closer to you, his cock mere centimetres from your face. It takes all of your self-control not to lean forward and take him in your mouth but, you know that'll just earn you more punishment. You're already so worked up that you could cry and testing Chan didn't seem like the wisest decision.

"See something you want?" He asks smugly, watching your reaction as he wraps a hand around his cock and begins to stroke himself slowly.

It does genuinely feel good and Chan is already incredibly hard but, he was playing up his moans to rile you up further and it seems like it's working.

This time you do whine out, fingernails digging into the skin of your thighs as your wetness coats your upper thighs at the sight and sound of him. "Chan, please. I'll do anything just, please. I need you. It hurts," you cry out, frustrated tears building in your eyes.

"Poor baby," he coos in mock sympathy, still slowly touching himself, "You're lucky I'm even considering fucking your mouth. Who knows, maybe if you do a good job, I might let you cum."

Your body pays attention to his last sentence and you nod dumbly, willing to do anything at this point.

"Such a needy slut," he groans, moving even closer to you, the tip of his cock brushing against your lips. When your mouth opens for him automatically, your tongue sticking out and ready to take him, he can't but, moan. He gradually rubs his tip against your tongue before slowly pushing more of himself into your mouth.

Watching you take his cock with your mouth is easily one of Chan's favourite sights. His girth still makes it challenging for you sometimes but, a very private part of him loves watching you struggle to take him. The noises from you gagging and choking on him are some of his favourites to recall when he's away from you and needs to get off.

It's no different now. Though he makes sure to thrust into you slowly so you can become accustomed to the feeling, the few tears that have already fallen from your eyes and the sporadic sounds of you gagging shoot straight to his cock.

His hands make their way into your hair as he picks up speed. Watching your every expression as you adjust to his new pace. "Look at me," he commands, his tone significantly lower and breathier than before.

Chan groans long and low when you do, your wanton, teary gaze driving him to properly fuck into you now. The sounds of you choking on him and his quiet groans echo throughout his living room.

You're trying your best to breathe. Tears freely flowing from your eyes now and a mixture of your saliva and Chan's pre-cum dribbling down your chin and onto your thighs. You wouldn't be surprised if you'd drawn blood from how hard your fingernails have dug into your skin. You're also pretty sure you've dripped onto his floor. Your walls spasm and clenching sporadically around nothing, feeling so wound up and like you could snap at any moment.

This was becoming too much. Too overwhelming.

Your whines and moans were being completely drowned out by his cock. The sounds sending vibrations to his cock and, only encouraging Chan to snap into your mouth faster.

When you cum it's completely by surprise. Eyes widening as they hold your boyfriend's gaze. Wetness gushing out of you and onto to his floor for certain this time. Your body shuddering and spasm as your climax renders your mind mostly blank. You do, however, have enough cognitive functioning to tap his thigh with your fingers three times. A code you two had come up with for whenever you wanted him to stop.

At that, Chan immediately pulls his cock out of you. Kneeling down infront of you and cradling you in his arms, his face a mixture of awe and soft concern, "Did you...just cum?"

All you can muster is a nod, still dealing with the aftershocks of your release.

"Holy shit. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life,"

You are able to manage a weak laugh at that.

"What's your colour? Do you want to stop?" He asks, stroking your hair. All the anger from earlier completely dissipating as he makes sure you're okay.

"G-Green. I was just a little s-stunned but, I'm okay. I was j-just as surprised as you were," you respond to him hoarsely, your throat feeling a little tender. "If you're sure then okay," he responds, gently pulling you to your feet. "I'm not really interested in fucking you on my floor," he says in response to the questioning gaze you shoot him. The two of you shuffling to his couch where he lays you on your back.

"I wasn't kidding when I said that was the hottest fucking thing I've seen in my life," he mutters, making himself at home between your thighs. You feel slight embarrassment course through you from his words. Cumming from sucking someone off was very much a first for you but, hey, Chan seems to be into it. "Th-Thanks? I've never cum like that before," you confess to him.

"Fuck," he groans and kisses you. His hands impatiently tugging at your dress, pulling it down and off your body. He makes quick work of you're bra as well, almost ripping it in the process. Once he's satisfied with that state of your undress, he pulls back to look down at you. Eyes blatant with desire as he takes your mostly naked form in, coming to rest on your ruined panties. From the corner of your eye you see his cock throb, still an angry shade of red, very hard and glistening with spit.

"Chan please, I need you," you whine, spreading your thighs further for him to prove your point. You know Chan loved a good show.

"I think you're forgetting that this isn't about you. Plus, you came without my permission. I don't see why I should be rewarding you," he responds coolly, dragging his gaze away from your panties to meet your eyes.

"But I didn't mean to! That's unfair," you say with a pout.

"Oh, you want to be a brat?"

"No, I- I'm sorry,"

"Good. I'll decide when and if you get to cum," he says, leaving no room for arguing or questioning. His eyes lower to your panties once again but, this time he brings his hand up and lighting grazes two fingers against the soaked material, "You've totally ruined these."

Even just a graze from his fingers has your hips bucking up to chase the friction. Desperate to be filled by something. Sure, you orgasmed but, it wasn't as good as when Chan was touching you and being the one to make you cum.

Chan is watching his fingers play with you intently. Taking delight in ever whimper and mewl you can't restrain. However, that's not to say he's unaffected seeing you this way. His cock is freely leaking pre-cum. He was closer than he'd liked to admit when he was fucking your mouth earlier. Seeing you so fucked out and needy and pliant for him isn't exactly helping. "Lift your hips for me, baby," he commands, moving to pull your panties off of you. Throwing them to join the discarded clothes all over his apartment floor.

His cock throbs violently seeing your pussy plump with arousal and glistening with your juices.

Fuck.

He licks his lips before meeting your eyes, "Turn around. I want your ass up."

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the command. Finally. You don't even have it in you to feel any ounce of embarrassment or shame at how quickly you get into position. Anticipation making your pussy ache more than already was before at the prospect of finally feeling him inside of you.

The feeling is only made worse when you hear him shifting around behind you. Biting back a whimper when you he teasingly rubs his cock against your slit.

"Fuck, my cock is practically covered in your juices. So wet," he groans, his hands spreading your ass so he can get a mostly clear view.

It's taking ever ounce of you not to press back into him or whine. You're so close. However, you do know that Chan loves it when you beg, "Chan please. I need your cock inside of me. Noone fucks me like you do."

Chan's not sure what overtakes him then but, his first thrust into your is quick and harsh. Normally he'd make sure to take it slow because he knows his girth can cause some discomfort but, it's as though anything other than the urge to fill you with ever centimetre of him has completely left his mind.

His pace is brutal from the onset. Your unabashed sounds of pleasure mix with his own and the sound of his hips colliding with your ass to create an obscene symphony. Chan leans forward and reaches his hand to wrap around your throat, moaning as you tightening around him at the sensation.

"You're so dirty. Cumming from just sucking my cock and, getting so worked up over my hand around your neck," he mutters into your ear, deciding to slow down at the same time to make you feel ever, single part of his cock as it drags against your walls.

You're not sure if his words or his cock or his hand around your throat make you moan louder. Perhaps it's all three. It's all made significantly worse when his other hand reaches down to touch your clit. Drawing fast circles on it. Your boyfriend seems determined to make you lose your mind. Your climax is so close you can practically taste it. Thighs quivering while your moans and keens increase in pitch. Chan picks up his pace once again. Forcing you open on his cock over and over again.

However, it would be too easy to just let you cum now. So, he doesn't.

Chan is more than proficient at reading the signs of when you're about to cum. When he senses you're close, he stills inside of you and moves his hand away from your clit. His cock pulses inside of you at the frustrated, guttural whine you release. Your walls spasming and clenching around him. "Ch-Chan, why? I was s-so close," you ask him, attempting to meet his eyes over your shoulder. Frustrated tears spilling down your cheeks.

"Maybe this'll teach you to not be all over fucking Seungcheol next time," he says darkly, before beginning to move once again. However, you both know you can't cum with how minimally he's thrusting into you. The hand that was choking you moves to grab a fistful of your hair once more. Tugging harshly while Chan smirks at the way you cry out and tighten around him once more.

"I learned my lesson! Please, Ch-Chan!" You hiccup out. Convinced you're going to lose your mind if he doesn't fuck you properly and let you cum.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks directly into your ear.

"You! I belong to you Chan! I'm yours!"

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours! It's yours!" You were willing to tell him anything he wanted to hear at this point. Mind devoid of everything except Chan.

"That's my good girl," he groans, resuming his brutal pace. His hand returning to your clit as well to push you closer and closer to madness. If his hand wasn't like a vice in your hair, you're certain you would've faceplanted into his cushions by now. Letting him do any and everything he wanted to with you.

"Ch-Chan, close. I-I'm,"

"Cum for me."

That's all you needed to hear apparently because your body finally snaps. Cumming harder than you ever remember doing. This time Chan does let your hair go and you fall forward, not having the presence of mind to catch yourself. Your cries drowning out every other sound as Chan maintains his pace and doesn't let up on rubbing your clit. His breathing ragged as he chases his own release.

"Ah, C-Chan. Too much," you stammer out, attempting to shift away from his fingers and his cock.

"You'll take everything I give you. You wanted to cum like the horny little slut you are right? So, cum."

The overstimulation has fresh tears freely flowing down your face as you claw at his couch cushions. You're barely able to think, let alone dream of speaking. Thighs quivering violently at ever stroke of his fingers and thrust of his cock.

It doesn't take much for you to fall apart once more. Your body caving in on itself from how overwhelmed you feel. Vaguely you're aware of Chan letting out a string of curses behind you but, you're not really present at the moment.

This time Chan does let you catch your breath. Moving his hand to grab your hip while he keeps fucking into you. His strokes becoming increasingly uncoordinated and sloppy as his release creeps up on him. Chan quickly pulls out of you and gives himself a few jerky strokes, moaning loudly when he finally cums and he watches it land on your ass. Covering you in his essence. Privately he wonders whether you'd let him take a picture of you like this. This may be his new favourite sight.

He leans back and plops down on the other end of the couch. Both of you sounding like you've just run a marathon.

"Are you okay?" He asks you softly after some time, reaching over to stroke your leg.

"Mhm, just trying to regain feeling in my legs. You were...really enthusiastic," you mutter, lifting your head with as much energy as you could muster.

"I wasn't too rough?" He asked with concern evident in his voice. You smile to yourself at your very cute and very sweet boyfriend before responding, "No Chan, you weren't too rough. I'm okay."

You sense him relax at that.

"We should probably have an actual conversation about your feelings about Cheol and me though,"

"Sure but, later? I don't really have any desire to talk about him right now," you can't see him but, you'd bet money that he was visibly sulking.

"Okay," you respond with a twinkle of amusement.

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

JD ships and my thoughts on them bc I'm bored af

Exer/Jackson: do you have a brain damage. (it's not even a question because yes you do)

Exer/Brenda: respectfully, what the fuck. They're besties <3

Exer/Pamela: they. are. BESTIES.

Exer/Ronald: I feel like Exer doesn't appreciate Ron enough, also they don't interact enough (at least not on-screen) so yeah no

Exer/David: YES. childhood friends to lovers will be the death of me. Also David has always been there for Exer since the beginning, and Exer would hang the stars for David 10/10 if this isn't my love story I don't want it

Jackson/David: David was the only one of the REDs who did actually try to be friends with Jackson at first, but everytime Exer made a mistake, Jackson was mad at David too. It doesn't seem fair so no, not a huge fan, but it's also not the worst ship.

Jackson/Brenda: I did ship them a little bit when I first read it, but after the fight with Exer they literally did not speak (understandable) until the last episode of season 2. Again, not the worst ship but they're better off as friends

Jackson/Pamela: Literally canon. Also they're so cute. Also also it's girlboss x malewife and I love them.

Jackson/Ronald: and they were roommatessssss LMFAO JK respectfully no

Jackson/Ken: More popular than Jamela, and honestly it's a pretty good ship, but since it's not canon Imma try my best to just see them as friends because they are

Brenda/Pamela: Ok yeah I see it, besties to lovers, my weakness

Brenda/Jolie: I WISH THIS WAS CANON (I love my sapphic queens <3)

Brenda/Ken: Paola is heavily implying that this might be canon, but idk I don't really see it, I do love them both tho so let's see how this plays out

Ronald/Timothy: also heavily implied that this might be canon, but for some reason the height difference bothers me to no end (why is Tim the height of a carrot??)

Ronald/David: the least problematic rarepair, honestly not that bad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think they're better off as besties but whatever

More:

W*lliam/Electric chair: they deserve each other.

Exer/Ken: Idk I randomly thought of this and like .. . . ehhhhh I don't think they've interacted one on one, but yk not terrible?? 4.5/10

David/Ken: That one scene when Ken kissed David's hand was funny but nah

Ken/Tim/Jolie: honestly I feel bad for Jolie haha, I love chaos but I'd get tired of their antics quickly, I see them as a friend group tbh

Why is Ken in so many of these-

ok thanks for reading byeeee

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Chapter Five: Caught

Summary: when you started attending hogwarts university, you didn’t expect to immediately fit in with a group of guys who call themselves ‘ateez’. it’s only natural that as you grow closer, someone falls in love, becomes an enemy, and unravels the drama.

WC: 2.7k

Warnings: we got more smut besties, some bdsm dynamics, slight cnc ??? (reader kisses wooyoung randomly for a quick moment but it's implied consensual)

January 2024

Wooyoung watched you, smiling like a little kid on Christmas while you sat in the common room reading your favourite novel. He looked at you as if you were the only thing that existed; the most beautiful thing in the world. You felt your cheeks warm up, finding it hard to focus on the words because of his eyes on you. 

“I can’t focus when you’re staring at me like that,” you finally said, not looking up from your book.

Wooyoung cleared his throat and shifted on the couch, turning his attention back to his homework. “I can’t help it,” he replied, “you just look so cute being all studious and shit.”

You smiled, trying to cover it with your book. Wooyoung was certainly cheesy, but you loved it. Every second of it. And he was right, you were easy to read, because you swore your head had turned into a tomato by this point. Wooyoung stood up and walked over to you for a moment. Your heart was about to explode as he got closer to you. He leaned in and hovered over you, lips nearly brushing against yours. You didn’t move, but you instinctively began to close your eyes. Suddenly, you heard a chuckle, only to find Wooyoung had backed away from you. He winked before going back to his homework. The fucking tease.

“You little-” you started, now staring at him intensely, “why did you do that!?”

“Because,” he smirked, “It’s fun to tease you.”

With your mind running through a million scenarios as your heart struggled to calm down, seconds later you had him pinned against the back of the couch, your knee between his thighs.

“En, what are you-”

“Shut up.” You kissed him.

A few other students walked by awkwardly, trying to hurry out of the house. Admittedly, this wasn’t the best location to pull a stunt like that, but you were too annoyed, and frankly horny, to care.

“Babe, people can see us,” he said breathlessly, gripping your shoulders to lightly push you away.

“Then take me upstairs.”

He just looked at you, dumbfounded. He never took you for a submissive person, but he certainly didn’t expect you to be this forward. Especially in a public space. “N-now?”

“Now.”

“I still need to finish my transfiguration cheat sheet-” You kissed him again, a soft moan escaping his lips. Wooyoung immediately gave up and melted under your touch, moving his arms to caress your waist. “I can finish it later.”

Wooyoung's lips hastily met yours again as he teleported the both of you into his bedroom, slamming you against the back of the door. He rested you up against it as he began to make his way down to your neck. He bit lightly, careful not to hurt you too much. Though your bruises were pretty much healed by now, he still felt the need to tread carefully. You whimpered, feeling his tongue slide across your collarbone as he began to unbutton your blouse. One hand cupped your breast as the other continued to explore your torso. You hummed, his touch sending electricity through your body. “You’re so beautiful,” he sang, moving a hand to grip your ass.

“Woo,” you whined, inhaling sharply as you felt his hand drop from your breast to your soaked core. As aroused as you were, you were certain your wetness had leaked through your trousers.

“Jesus, En,” he murmured, “you’re so wet for me already.”

You choked on your breath as you felt him tap on your clothed core. He squeezed your ass tighter, pulling you against him. He began to tap faster, your breaths starting to come out shakily and heavily. The pleasure stopped abruptly as Wooyoung released you, withdrawing to undress himself. He smirked at you as he slowly took off his clothes. You groaned in annoyance that he was taking his sweet time. You just wanted to fuck already. 

“Please don’t tease me again,” you begged, biting your lip and crossing your arms over your chest. You fidgeted in your spot.

Wooyoung laughed, as he finished removing his final article of clothing. When he stood up, he immediately pinned you to the door again, gripping you harshly as his throbbing cock brushed against your center, begging for release. “I love to hear you beg,” he spoke low and seductively before picking you and roughly placing you on the bed. 

Having already experienced sloppy drunk sex and sweet love making with Wooyoung, you were ecstatic to see the animalistic side of him. You threw your arms around his neck, forcefully pulling him against your body. 

He growled, nipping at your earlobe. “How does my baby want it, hmm?” He sang, teasingly playing with your waistband. “Do you want it fast,” bite, “slow,” his breath ran across your collarbone, “rough,” he gripped your waist harshly, “gentle,” he freed his hold into a feathered grazing, “anything you want.”

“Surprise me,” you hissed, his hand having removed your pants now resting on your exposed sex. “Don’t hold back.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” He smirked, though with a hint of concern. As much as he wanted to destroy your pussy, he didn’t want to hurt you. Unless that’s what you truly wanted. You nodded, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “fuck,” he moaned, “when you look at me like that, it’s over for me.”

Now you were the one who was smirking. “Give it to me then, baby.”

Wooyoung wasted no time, shoving two fingers inside your hole. You were taken aback when he found your sweet spot promptly, a loud yelp falling out of you. He began to pump faster and faster, teasingly slowing down whenever you’d get louder. You were pulling his hair so hard at this point you had no idea how it was still on his head. “Fuck,” you groaned, “I’m-”

“That’s it, baby,” Wooyoung licked his lips, watching you unfold in front of him. Your juices began spilling out onto his hand as cries of pleasure dripped from your lips. “Keep coming for me.” He removed his fingers and pushed his cock into you while you were still squirting, giving you no time to come down from your orgasm before working you towards the next one.

“Wooyoung,” you screamed, “I’m so sensitive, I don’t know if I can-”

“You can,” he grunted, thrusting into you roughly, yet with care. “I know you can take it.”

You were whining and shaking beneath him, alternating between gripping the sheets and sinking your nails into his back. A high-pitched mewl escaped his lips, which could only mean he was nearing his peak. “Your pussy feels so good, I don’t want to stop.” His thrusts began to get sloppy, though he tried with all the strength he had left to keep it steady. “Fuck,” he hissed, “I’m coming.”

Your screams began to match each other’s, the mixture of your sweat, slick, and precum making a mess on one another. Wooyoung slammed one hand against the headboard while keeping the other firmly on your hips as he finished you both off, somehow managing to pull out successfully at the last second to release onto your stomach. You were still shaking and moaning, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Wooyoung was laughing breathlessly, taking pride in the fact he made you come so hard. He fell beside you, sprawling out on the bed as one arm reached over to pull you against him. He grabbed the towel draped over the headboard and began to clean you up. 

“Why do you just have that hanging there?” You asked, coming down from your high.

“I think you should know.”

You felt stupid for asking, your brain elsewhere from the orgasm. Of course he got horny just as much as you. “Right, yeah. Duh.”

He giggled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “It’s nothing compared to you, though.”

You smiled, wrapping yourself around him. “I could say the same.”

You laid there for a few moments, simply listening to the sounds of each other's breaths and running your fingers through each other's hair before your phone began to ring. Wooyoung grabbed it from the nightstand beside him to hand it to you. You both saw it was Yunho calling.

“When are you telling him?” Wooyoung asked.

“Today, actually,” you replied, “I forgot he was coming to meet me. He must be on his way now.” You gave Wooyoung a friendly pat on his knee before answering the call. “Hey, Yu.”

“Hey, I’ll be there in five, is that okay?” Yunho questioned.

You nodded, though he obviously couldn’t see you, “Sure, see you soon,” before hanging up the phone.

“Have you two talked much lately?” Wooyoung inquired.

You shrugged. “Not really. We’ve been texting here and there, but after the day Jongho got back, he told me he needed some time to think and he’d reach out soon. He texted me yesterday if we could meet today.” Wooyoung nodded as he watched you rise from the bed, picking up your clothes to change back into. “Do I look and smell too much of sex?”

Wooyoung snorted, reaching over to grab your hips and pull you closer to him who was still lying in the bed. “Do you really care about that? You’re about to tell him we’re together. I’m sure he figures.”

“Woo,” you whined, rolling your eyes as you nudged his shoulder playfully.

“Sorry, sorry,” he threw his hands up in defeat. “You look fine, just go spray a bit of perfume.”

And with that, you planted a kiss on his cheek, making your way out of his bedroom. “Talk later,” you said sweetly, closing the door behind you.

Soon enough, Yunho had made it to your house. “Hey, Yu,” you greeted him softly as you opened the front door, stepping outside into the cold January air to join him, “Should we go sit in the garden?” He nodded, the two of you walking to the destination in silence.

“So,” you started once you both had sat down on one of the benches, “since you reached out, should I assume you’ll talk first?”

Yunho nodded. “To start, I want to ask,” he began, “did you enjoy our date? Like, truthfully? Please be honest.”

You let out a small giggle, as you found it a bit cute he was worried about it. “I did,” you answered, “I had a lot of fun.”

“Is there anything I could have done better to, you know, change your mind?”

You look at him confused, “what do you mean?”

“I can sense it,” he said, “that there’s no chance for us to happen. Was I a bad kisser?”

You laughed louder this time, Yunho eventually joining you. “Not at all,” you gleamed, “you’re a fantastic kisser, actually.”

“I only wish I had more time to let things possibly workout.”

“I haven’t even said anything yet!”

Yunho chuckled at your small outburst. “Sure, but I can tell, En. I’m not stupid, I can read a room.”

Your stomach sank. Yunho really was a wonderful guy, but for you, it would only be as a friend. “I’m sorry, Yu,” you apologised, “I shouldn’t have agreed to go on the date with you. I had a great time, believe me, but,” you paused, “I didn’t know how deeply I felt for Woo then. I thought it was just a silly little crush.”

“En,” Yunho started, “I could tell how much you felt for him since the day we met,” you looked up at him, surprised, “you had only just met the guy, too, but when we met you at the orientation dinner, it was written in your eyes.”

You frowned and blushed simultaneously, feeling disappointed in yourself for letting Yunho down, but feeling the butterflies grow in your tummy thinking about Wooyoung and all you felt for him. Yunho was right. It really had been since day one. 

“I’m sorry, Yu. Truly. I like you, I do, but Wooyoung…”

As you trailed off, Yunho spoke up again, “You might like me, but you love him, and that’s okay.”

Your cheeks flushed and you buried your face in your frozen hands. “Ah, those words!” You squealed, “I didn’t say that!”

Yunho laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He playfully pried your hands away so he could get a good look at your cherry-red face. “Am I wrong?”

You shook your head, trying to hide again but he wouldn’t let you. “I haven’t told him yet!”

“Well, if things don’t work out-”

“Yunho!” You slapped his arm and gasped. “Don’t put that energy out!”

He threw his arms up in defeat, letting out a small chuckle, “I’m just saying,” then sighed, “anyway, as I said, I am still your friend. I want us to act the same as we always have, okay?”

“Don’t you need some time?”

He nodded. “Yes, but I know how to do that. Besides, I wasn’t in love with you, so I don’t think it will take me too long to get over it.”

“Oh, so I’m easy to get over, is that it?” You joked.

“Absolutely, I feel nothing already!”

March 2024

March rolled around, and everything finally felt normal again. Yunho had gotten over you by February, but he had been working on a big project for his transfiguration class that he didn’t really have much time to talk to you. Thankfully, he was finally finished and you two could go back to speaking as you always had. Jongho seemed to have finally released a lot of the tension he’d been harbouring, though he still made it clear he hated you. It was just less intense than usual. You and Wooyoung were great. He’d already taken you on a few dates and vice versa. The two of you felt inseparable, the way you cared for one another in every aspect. He was very attentive and quick to help whenever you were struggling with something. The way he made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt. The way he made love to you left you both satiated and unsatiated at the same time.

You were sitting in prophecy class, shuffling through your notes to get in a few final minutes of studying before your test.

“Not prepared?” Mingi snickered beside you.

“Oh, please,” you rolled your eyes, “why are you like this?”

“I'm just kidding, relax.”

“You’re just mean,” you frowned.

Mingi gave an apologetic smile, muttering a quick ‘sorry’ before going back to his seat.

“En,” Mrs. Princeton was standing beside your desk, voice hushed, “the dean wants to see you.”

“The dean?” You asked, “right now?” She nodded, “but I’m about to take a test! Can’t it wait?”

“You can take it after hours, I’ll set up a time.”

You groaned, picking up your stuff bitterly and exiting the classroom. Seriously? Why did it have to be now of all times? 

You approached the staff building, trying to fight your irritation. “Hello,” you greeted the secretary as kindly as you could despite the annoyance you felt, “the dean called me?”

“Are you En Matthews?” She asked and you nodded. “Straight through the third door on your left"

“Thank you.”

Upon entering, you saw Jongho sitting in one of the seats. As if he already wasn’t confusing enough, this left you utterly lost. 

“Jongho, what are you doing here?” You questioned. He didn’t move, keeping himself facing forward. “Okay, whatever,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“Have a seat, Miss Matthews.” The dean insisted, motioning towards the other empty seat. You nodded and obliged, sitting down in the burgundy armchair. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“No idea,” you popped your tongue.

The dean sighed, crossing his hands and leaning forward in them slightly. “It’s come to my attention that you have violated school policy.” He released his hands, reaching into his desk as you sat there silently, unable to speak. What violation was he talking about? Suddenly, he pulled out a stack of papers, probably about an inch thick. You were extremely confused about what he was trying to get at.

“Unfortunately, En Matthews, you are expelled from Hogwarts University.”

[thevegandarkelf]

Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Twenty-Two

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TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD

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TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, attempted sexual assault (there will be notes in the story for when that section starts and ends if you want to skip it), an absolute POS making asinine and untrue claims about Daryl, violence, blood, mentions of nausea/vomiting/queasiness, mention of panic attacks

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I yawned into Daryl's chest and looked out the window, the sun just starting to peek over the tree line in the distance. "I haven't watched a sunrise in ages," I said, sleep heavy in my voice.

"Won't be able to watch it if ya don't keep ya eyes open," he teased. I let out another small yawn and reached for my glasses, which I had set on the windowsill at some point during the night. I blew lightly on the lenses, causing dust to float around them.

"They're so pretty," I gushed, slipping my glasses back onto my nose. I immediately cozied back up to Daryl, finding myself aching for his touch in the couple of seconds I was away from it.

"Sunrises?"

"Yeah. Reminds me of home. The colors of a Midwestern sunrise are like nothing I've ever seen. All of the different shades of blue, orange, pink...it's fucking magical." I blinked sleep from my eyes as I continued my story. "My family would sometimes vacation up in northern Michigan, on one of the Great Lakes, and the sunrises and sunsets were out of this world. Kathryn would usually come, as she'd kind of become an honorary member of the family, and she and I would get up extra early just to watch them."

The sun crept its way over the horizon, bathing everything in sight in its golden hue, including us. The heat tickled my face, which I welcomed after my nose being cold all night. Nostalgia swelled in my chest, memories from all the mornings Kathryn and I spent on chilly, dew-covered lawns flipping through my mind like a flip-book video. I could see Daryl's head tilted down towards me in my peripheral.

"Daryl, you're gonna miss it," I said, not taking my eyes off the sun for even a second. I wanted to soak in every moment of that view, and I wanted him to as well.

"Like my view a little better," Daryl whispered. I felt his nose in my hair as he planted another kiss on my head, this one closer to my forehead. I was blushing heavily, and I was sure that it was obvious.

Our beautiful, blissful moment was rudely interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing, the echoes of the creaky hinges reverberating off the walls.

"Hey Daryl, Glenn said you—" I heard Maggie start to say before she stopped in her tracks at the sight of us. Daryl snaked his arm out from around me, and I let go as well. It felt like there was an urgency in the way he released me from his grip, but I didn't take it personally. I knew it probably made him uncomfortable to be romantically affectionate in front of other people.

"Hey Maggie," I said as I picked my notebook up off the ground. Should've grabbed her jaw for her while I was down there as well.

"H-hi," she responded, her voice catching in her throat, "you two have a good night?" Daryl grabbed his crossbow and swung it over his shoulder, giving Maggie a nod as he walked by.

"Mhm," I replied, giving her a small shoulder check as I walked past. I turned around and mouthed "I'll tell you later" with a big grin on my face before following Daryl outside.

I jogged a little to catch up to Daryl, but a small patch of daisies on the side of the road stopped me in my tracks. I let out a soft, excited little "ooh," which caught his attention. I squatted down and plucked the little white flower from the ground, twirling it in my fingers.

"How come daisies are ya favorite?" Daryl asked as he squatted down next to me.

"They symbolize new beginnings and the purity of love." I continued to twirl the little flowers in my fingers as I plucked another one from the ground. "It sounds silly when I say it out loud, but that's why." I handed one of the daisies to him. "Have you been in love before, Daryl?"

He twirled the small flower in his hand, hesitating before he answered. "Dunno."

"You'd know if you had," I explained, "it's a very distinct feeling. There's nothing like it." I took the daisy in my hand and tucked it behind my ear, bringing my hair over my ear to help keep it in place. "I really enjoyed our night, Daryl. Let me know next time you have overnight watch again. If you want my company, that is."

"Always want ya company," he said, taking another daisy from the ground and handing it to me.

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"You think we found the winner?" I asked him.

"I think so," Aaron said, adjusting the top of the prosthetic around his leg, "this one feels the best."

Aaron's leg had healed enough for a prosthetic, and I finally got to tell him about the surprise I'd been keeping a secret for weeks now. He was elated, ecstatic to get to the infirmary as quickly as possible and get back on his feet. Or foot. I helped him hobble over, and we spent an hour in there, fitting and adjusting all of the prosthetics to find the one that would work best. And we'd finally found it. It was like trying on shoes, but worse, and I could tell he was relieved that we'd found the one.

"Alright, you're gonna have to get used to standing first. It'll take some time for your body to find its center of gravity again. Let me help you up." I stood from my chair and reached out for Aaron to take my hands. He stood from his spot on the infirmary table, wobbling a little as he tried to find his balance. "Hold onto the table. I'll see if I can find a cane or something around here. I'm sure I saw one at some point." I started rummaging through one of the cabinets at the back of the infirmary.

"Now missy, while I do this, you owe me a Daryl update," he demanded. I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically.

Aaron had become like a brother to me in my time at Alexandria. He was my first friend there, a great confidant, and an all-around wonderful human being. Because of that, I was a little more comfortable sharing updates with him regarding my and Daryl's relationship, as I knew he would take anything I told him to his grave. He was one of the few people I could talk to who knew how to keep their mouth shut. Don't get me wrong, I shared things with my girlfriends too, but Aaron was a much better secret keeper than any of them were.

While I searched for a cane, I told Aaron about Daryl always checking on me every night after I'd fallen out of bed, him taking care of me after my night on binge drinking, and our overnight shift in the watchtower. How gentle he was when he touched me and spoke to me with the silkiest tone in his voice. How we were essentially a couple, besides the admission of feelings, kissing, and sleeping in the same bed together every night.

"Aaron, it was so cute. We were cozied up to each other all night. I was practically a puddle by the time Maggie came up to relieve us. He fucking kissed the top of my head. It was so cute, I wanted to throw up."

"He's a real softie for you, isn't he?" Aaron admired.

"Don't tell him I said that," I begged, "he'd kill me."

"Your secret's safe with me."

"He's supposed to be coming back tonight," I gushed, twirling a lock of my hair in my finger, "I'm excited. I've missed him."

"How come you haven't told him how you feel yet?" he inquired.

"I mean, I think it's pretty obvious with how we behave around each other. And I know he's...skittish when it comes to romance. At least that's what Carol told me. I take it he's probably not all that experienced in it, or maybe it's an insecurity thing. I don't know," I elaborated, "I've been too nervous to because I don't want to make him anxious and scare him off if I'm moving "too quickly." I decided some time ago that I was going to let him be the one to make moves first. Carol said to be patient with him, so I've been being extra patient. But damnit, sometimes I just wanna grab him by his face and plant one on him."

My hand landed on a cold metal rod, and I gripped it and pulled it out to reveal the cane I'd been searching for. "Ooh, I found it!" I scurried over to Aaron to hand it to him. "You'll need to use this for a while until your body gets used to being back on two feet again. Eventually, you'll be able to walk without it."

He took it in his hands, flipping it around before steadying himself on it. He shifted his weight onto the cane, trying to balance himself out before letting go of the table, keeping a hand hovering above it, just in case. I encouraged him to try taking a couple of steps in my direction, very slowly and carefully. Aaron tried taking a step, and it took a moment, but he was able to regain his balance after. Eventually, he seemed to find his footing. Still a little wobbly, like a baby deer, but it was a good start.

"God, this feels good," he sighed in relief. A giant grin spread across his face.

"Are you gonna make it home ok? Do you want my help?" I offered.

"Eric should be here any minute, but thank you." Just like that, the infirmary door swung open.

"Speak of the devil, and he doth appear," I chuckled. Eric looked amazed to see Aaron back on two feet. He ran over and embraced him in the tightest hug, causing Aaron to have to steady himself on the table again.

"This is so exciting!" Eric gushed, turning to me, "Jesus Vector, you're a miracle worker!"

"No miracle worker. It's just what I do," I replied, "he'll need to practice standing and finding his center of gravity again, and he'll need help walking for a while, especially going up and down the stairs. The cane will be mandatory. I'll check in with you now and then until we decide you don't need it anymore."

"I left the stove on to come get you, so we need to go," Eric said, placing an arm around Aaron to balance him, ushering him to the door. I ran ahead to hold it open for them.

"It was nice catching up with you, Vector," Aaron said, giving me a subtle wink, obviously referencing the Daryl update, "and thank you again. For everything."

"Likewise." I stood in the doorway and watched them for a moment before going back inside.

Shortly after Aaron & Eric left, there was a soft knock at the door, and in came a blonde man, probably a little bit shorter than me. He was one of the guys who was usually on gate duty, none of whom I'd gotten to know all that well. He stood by the door, shifting back and forth on his feet for a moment before speaking. He looked shy, not very confident, but something about the tone of his voice made my skin crawl.

"Hi. I was, uh, wondering if I could see you about something. Doubt you remember me from the other night. My name's Jake," he said, giving me a small wave. The smile on his face was innocent enough, but I had this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that was telling me to do one thing and one thing only—get out of there and run.

"Hi, Jake. Yeah I'm sorry, I don't remember you" I said, "but what can I help you with?" I gestured for him to sit up on the exam table, but he stayed put in his spot by the door. He crossed his arms over his chest, and I could feel him eyeing me up and down. That feeling in the pit of my stomach only intensified.

"You're Dixon's girl, right?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't belong to anyone. And mine and Daryl's relationship isn't any of your business."

"Saw you two in the watchtower the other night," he explained, and I scrunched my nose in disgust at the thought of him watching us for God knows what reason, "he talks about you a lot."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure," I said sarcastically. If Daryl talked about me with anyone, I knew it wasn't this clown. "Now what do you want?"

"Talked about how good he fucked you when you were out cold after the party the other night," Jake grinned.

Goosebumps rose all over my body, and my blood ran cold. I knew he was just trying to make me uncomfortable, to get me to question my trust in Daryl. But even if it was just some sick tactic of his, it made me nauseous. How dare he try to accuse such a sweet, wonderful human being of such a thing. How dare he try to tarnish Daryl's name like that. My stomach was churning, and I could feel myself starting to get triggered, my body wanting to slip into a panic attack, but I maintained my composure.

"I know what you're doing, asshole," I seethed, "don't you bring Daryl into this. If you don't have anything medical to ask me about, get the fuck out." He stepped closer, and my hand started wandering to my knife.

*If you would like to skip the part containing the attempted SA, I would stop here. I will put when it’s safe to resume again*

"I do," Jake said. A smirk formed on his face that sent chills down my whole body. "I've been struggling with some...dysfunction. Was hoping you could help me with that." He took another couple of steps closer to me before he started pawing at his package, and my stomach dropped. I bit my tongue to keep my composure as I whipped my knife out, holding it in his direction.

"You can leave now. Before things get ugly." My hand holding the knife was shaking ever so slightly, despite my attempts to hold myself together, and I think he could tell. I stepped in his direction, causing him to back up towards the wall.

"C'mon, not even a little help? Thought it was your job, doc," he huffed. The way he called me "doc" made my skin crawl.

"You're lucky I'm giving you the option to walk out," I said.

I thought it might end there, that he might turn around and walk out that door with no further confrontation. Then I could lock myself in the infirmary and cry in the corner until Daryl got back. He was closer to the wall now, close enough to the door that he could just turn around and leave. Unfortunately, it didn't work out the way I hoped.

He lunged at me, knocking my arm and causing the knife to fall from my hand, which slid across one of the infirmary tables and clattered onto the floor. He grabbed the collar of my shirt with both hands and yanked, causing it to tear down the middle and expose my bra. Before he could move his hands anywhere else, I kneed him in the crotch, sending him stumbling backward. I grabbed a scalpel off one of the tables and dove for him, flipping him around and pinning him against the wall. One of my legs was wedged between his, keeping him still. One hand was holding his against his back, and the other was holding the scalpel to the back of his neck. I was panting, trying to get my breathing back to normal and get my heart to calm down from the adrenaline rush.

*Safe to resume again if you skipped the attempted SA scene*

"Wasn't expecting you to fight back like that," Jake huffed as he tried to catch his breath, "it was kinda hot." I swallowed hard to suppress the queasiness in my stomach and keep myself from throwing up. He fought against me, and I pushed my body weight into him further to keep him pinned in place. Jake apparently wasn't privy to the knowledge of my three Navy SEAL brothers and the skills they had given me.

"Y'know, there's a sweet spot right between two of your vertebrae that I could take this scalpel and just–" I swung the scalpel close to his face and made a 'swish' noise–"give it one little flick of the wrist. You wouldn't bleed out, it wouldn't kill you. Oh no, not even close. But you'd be paralyzed from the waist down, and you'd never walk again."

"You're bluffing," he hissed as he writhed against my leg.

"Best case scenario for you is I am bluffing, and you walk away with nothing more than a small injury in your back. Worst case scenario, I'm not, and you lose your ability to walk. Is that really something you're willing to gamble with in a world like this?" I pressed my leg that was between his further up into his crotch, causing him to yelp a little in surprise and pain. "I'm going to let you go now, and you're going to walk out that door and never speak to me, not even so much as look in my direction, again. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes," he whispered. His voice almost sounded like he was holding back tears. Good. Let him feel even a fraction of the fear that he instilled in me.

I backed off of him slowly, walking backward until I saw my knife. I bent down and picked it up, never once taking my eyes off of him. "Now get out before I decide to use the big one."

He backed away from the wall and went for the door, never turning to look at me. He opened the door and stepped out, letting it swing slowly behind him. I cautiously rose from my spot on the floor and kept my knife out in front of me as I walked to the door to lock it. To my surprise, the door swung open, and an arm shot out and gripped onto my wrist, yanking me outside. Before I could process what was happening, a fist came in contact with my nose, sending pain radiating all across my face and sending me stumbling back a few feet.

People started to gather on the lawn, stopping whatever they were doing in their tracks to watch the fight that was about to break out. I was doubled over, hands resting on my knees and letting blood drip onto the ground in front of me. The pain was indescribable, and it was spreading from my nose to my under-eyes and down my cheeks. I could already feel it bruising. With how I was feeling, I should've been crying, screaming in pain. I looked up at Jake, who was standing over me, that stupid smirk still on his face. Much to his surprise, I started laughing.

"That was a weak-ass punch," I taunted. From my doubled-over position, I swung my arm up and punched him in the nose. My hit was much harder, causing him to stumble backward and fall on his ass. My nose was in pain, but it wasn't broken. I was almost certain I'd broken his.

"You fucking bitch!" he cried out, holding a hand to his mouth to capture the blood streaming down into it. He spat some of it onto the ground next to him. "You fucking broke my nose!"

"I could've done worse," I seethed. The taste of copper filled my mouth as blood poured from my nose. I spat a glob of it onto the ground, and some sprayed off of my lips onto my face. I heard a set of footsteps running from behind me, and they sped past me over to Jake. Another person came running over, stopping between us.

"What the hell is going on?" a voice boomed. I looked up and saw Rick, who looked down at me with sympathy in his eyes when he saw the blood pouring from my nose.

"She fucking broke my nose!" Jake shouted. Glenn and Eric were holding him by his arms and yanking him to his feet, practically manhandling him. If looks could kill, Glenn's facial expression would've had Jake six feet under in seconds.

"You punched me first!" Tears were now streaming down my face, mixing with the blood and creating an awful salty-penny taste on my tongue. The mixture was all over my teeth and chin and was dripping down onto my chest, and given that my shirt had been torn nearly in half, it was creating quite a mess.

"You threatened to paralyze me!" he yelled. I started walking towards him, but Rick held an arm out to stop me. Rosita and Maggie had come up next to me, ready to hold me back if I tried lunging at Jake.

"Because you tried to assault me, you jackass!" I screamed. Even though I was embarrassed having all these eyes on me, nearly half-naked in front of the whole community, I wanted everyone to hear. I wanted them all to know what kind of man Jake really was.

"Ooh, Daryl might actually kill him," Maggie whispered.

"Alright, everyone settle down. There's nothing to see here. Go home, we've got it from here," Rick ordered like the cop he was. Everyone except him, myself, Jake, Glenn, Rosita, Eric, and Maggie left. When it was just us left on the lawn, I launched in Jake's direction. I was far from finished with him.

The rage that was coursing through my body ascended beyond any words in the English language. All of the hurt, anger, sadness, fear, and pure rage that my body had been storing for months came spilling out all at once. My skin was hot and tingling. My blood was boiling. Every cell in my body was on fire, and it felt like there was smoke coming out of my ears. Rosita and Maggie were quick to grab me by the arms and pull me back. I fought against them, lightly as I knew it was a futile attempt.

"I'm so fucking sick of men like you! Men who think they can just take whatever they want from any woman they want! I'll fucking gouge your eyes out, you hear me? I'll gouge them out and shove them down your throat, you fucking bastard! I'll make you choke on your nuts, you motherfucker!" I'm sure the scene had to be frightening to my friends, as they'd never seen me act like that before. They'd never seen this type of reaction from me. This was pure, unadulterated rage, and they were getting both an eye and an earful.

The sound of the front gate opening got everyone's attention. They all turned to look, but I didn't. I knew it was Daryl and the guys coming back from their trip. And I knew Maggie was right—when Daryl saw what happened, he might actually kill Jake. And I think everyone in that circle knew that too.

"Glenn, Eric, take him to the cell," Rick ordered, "for his own safety. Stay until I get there." Rick reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, tossing them to Glenn. He and Eric quickly escorted Jake away. Rick nodded to Rosita and Maggie, who let go of my arms. "I'm sorry. I'll talk to Daryl, tell him what happened. Go take care of yourself. We'll deal with Jake." He gave me a fatherly pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks, cowboy," I said. I spat more blood out and slid past him, going back into the infirmary before Daryl was able to join the others. I heard his bike pull up shortly after I shut myself inside, and I knew things were going to get ugly soon.

I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the small mirror above it. The area below my nose, my mouth, and my chin were completely coated in blood, my cheeks were stained with tears, and it looked like I was already starting to bruise under my eyes, which was emphasized by my dark circles from hardly sleeping while Daryl was away. Large splotches of blood dotted my collarbone and my chest, some as far down as my cleavage. I saw myself standing there, shirt torn almost completely in half, covered in blood that was still flowing, and I did the only thing I could. I collapsed back into the nearest chair and started crying.

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[russilton]

Okay this is probably a sensitive topic but I find your blog to be really fair and balanced despite the drivers' fans from both sides may not think so. Anyway my question is that why do you think George should dislike Max (even Alonso) or refrain from hanging out with them? They're not great people sure but he's their co-worker. Not everyone can spend their careers isolating himself like Lewis has done, his reasons for doing so are justified so I am not blaming him at all, but George doesn't HAVE to do it. He can and should enjoy a relatively peaceful co-existence with his colleagues. He, Max, Lando, Alex have things in common too, they're in stable relationships, they are close in age, it makes sense for them to be casually friendly. He and Max will not be besties but I don't think it hurts to have a cordial relationship with your colleagues especially when you aren't personally affected by whatever they've done. Lewis is great but his burden is uniquely his, George or anyone else can't be expected to share it. I think it's a bit absurd to expect George to dislike his colleagues on Lewis' behalf especially when he will spend longer with them than Lewis. Lewis and George aren't even close enough to demand that sort of loyalty. I am sure Lewis knows and understands this too. I usually agree with a lot of what you say but I believe we shouldn't police who George can or cannot be friends with.

Because, I tend to not be friends with people who are dicks to my friends, particularly if those people are racist.

“Lewis is great but his burden is uniquely his” not to be rude anon, but no the fuck it ain’t. The burden is on everyone else to be anti racist, not on him to stand up to dehumanising treatment. That’s the bare minimum.

That’s all I really need to say- further rant under the cut because I was writing at 5am and it’s basically a given.

It’s a bit of an unfair twist to say Lewis has “isolated himself” when the treatment he’s isolating himself from is heavily laden in micro aggressions and on track behaviour that could have killed him.

Also, not to be that George fan, but if you really need a point not about Lewis - the vitriol aimed at Lewis and subsequently Mercedes ABSOLUTELY effects George. He has been subject to mocking and harassment from Red Bull fans from the SECOND he he was rumoured to have signed for Merc. He has spoken more than once about how horrible it feels to be Boo’d at tracks, because he is in Mercedes.

None of those fans gave half a fuck about him when he was in Williams, but when he became Lewis’ teammate suddenly his every interview was being called PR trained because it didn’t shit on Lewis or was actively praising. Some of you might not have been around for “PR63” but I sure was, and Merc comments would be full of homophobic tweets from Red bull fans, when they weren’t calling him a cry baby. Max may not be directly responsible for his fans- but he’s frankly never stopped them, if anything he ENCOURAGES them.

Max himself has also called George names, made thinly veiled homophobic insults, had people imply max wanted to attack him. Max said that George was being dramatic and attention seeking for being heartbroken after Sakhir, publicly undermined his efforts as GPDA director to increase safety, to the point George himself called him out for it, said that George should get out of his way when George wouldn’t just let him overtake in Baku, and more. On and off the track Max has insulted and belittled George, the people George loves (Alex, Lewis, Mercedes), and made his job both more dangerous and more boring.

Being cold to Max isnt out of the blue either- George was the first person to speak up about AD21 (literally while the race was ongoing, look up the infamous unacceptable tweet) and was one of the first to condemn piquet sr’s (Max’s defacto father in law) comments at the beginning of last year, to the point man other drivers copied his statement. My point is George has been frequently and outspokenly against stuff max does to the limit he is allowed to say. Shit I have friends who aren’t George fans who say they only thing they like about him is he will not fail to throw a dig at Red Bull and Max if he can- yes it’s for him but he is also using his privilege. Lewis doesn’t get to say those things or he’s labelled a bad sport, attacked by the press, sometimes even F1 itself and FURTHER ostracised. But George can say it, and often he does. It’s probably not “loyalty” that makes him do that, but just… basic friendship?

Let’s be real, I have to look the other way often about things both George AND Lewis do, they travel in circles I’ll never touch, and speak to people I don’t care for, and say shit I dislike. We live profoundly different lives and our bubbles are so different they might as well be on different continents. I don’t expect George calling him mv0 or telling everyone he hates him, the same way lewis doesn’t, because they work with him. But working with someone doesn’t grant them an automatic right to friendship. And frankly f1 drivers have this weird relationship with friendship vs teammates vs on track fights as it is

Just because someone is your coworker doesn’t mean they have to be your friend, especially if they’re a bigoted fuckin asshole.

[thelooniemoonie]

Hiiii bestie I'm here to skew your opinion about jjk more fjdjdjf

On the surface it's a story about horrible things happening and every character you dare to like dying but DEEP DOWN (not that deep it's very obvious as far as subtext goes) it's about traumatised gay people sulking obsessively over breakups (also gojo satoru keeps rubbing his crotch on strong opponents or straddling them mid-fight, implying heavily that the man fights can be interpreted as at least slightly sexual style) also it's full of fucked up gender fuckery (with villians mostly but still) very fun and weird story that does all this but vehemently refuses to give you time to read into any of it at all bc people are dying fjdjfjf

I think you were away when I made a post on jjk so imma bring that back because as far as I'm aware it's a series about gay people having. what i imagine to be not a great time

i love gay sex as much as the next guy but

i think 266 chapters might be pushing it afdghjhlhkjsf

[doyouremem8erme]

reasons why u should love vriska

HEAVILY implied to be a trans girl in pesterquest. lets start off with that because shes iconic for it leave her alone!!!!!!!!

kill count in the thousands by age 13 bc shes silly like that!

miserable soaking wet girlfail. shes wishes she was everything the vriska h8ers think she is.

weird gay thing with her bestie. literally the entire fucking plot of homestuck without exaggeration revolves around their weird gay thing. its not weird because its gay its totally normal to be gay on her planet. its weird because the fuckin maimed each other and stayed in love or something i guess thats what toxic yuri does to you

got punched in the face by a lesbian vampire who had a crush on her. this was the catalyst for that crush being requited

intense "needing to be the main character" syndrome. until she figured out that sapphic love was more powerful than being the main character

she loves to fuck around and find out its like her hobby or something

tormented by problems she caused herself. bitch you wouldnt feel guilty abt killing that guy if you hadnt killed him. go make out with a girl

got to choose what kind of house would be built for her to grow up in. built a castle. grew up in a castle because she could. who wouldnt wish that was them

flew into a violent rage powerful enough to murder a furry god with the power to destroy a universe when he killed her homoerotic childhood bestie

larper. cosplayer. dnd player. gamer. all-around massive fucking nerd

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[friends-to-lovers-tournament]

Friends to Lovers Tournament: Round 1, Side A, Match 7

propaganda under the cut!

Sasuke/Mai:

THE MOST FRIENDS TO LOVERS EVER. Mai is the MC of Ikesen which is a dating sim/otome game. Originally from the 21st century, she's accidentally time travelled to the Sengoku Era where she unknowingly rescues Oda Nobunaga from his historical death thus changing the course of history forever. She reunites with a fellow 21st century dweller Sasuke whom she'd briefly met right before the accidental time travel, who is now a ninja. Though they're on opposing sides, they're friends in all the routes as Sasuke promises to protect her and bring her back to the 21st century safely. Regardless of which route you're playing, Sasuke will always be your friend and he's the same smart yet silly goofy guy, making references to 21st century events and slang and memes which have the other warlords scratching their heads in confusion. Sasuke's route is the ultimate friends-to-lovers + slow burn + mutual pining combination, as they both gradually develop feelings for each other, yet it's also kinda frustrating (in a good way) bc Sasuke is SO clueless to her feelings and his own for a good majority of the route while Mai was down horrendous for him. The pay-off in the end is really sweet (i legit cried when sasuke finally confessed to mai lol) and spicy (ikesen is uhh a bit of a mature game), which makes the achingly slow burn really worth it. Also Sasuke's just a really nice fucking guy, like real boyfriend material, no red flags, the perfect golden retriever boyfriend frfr

Fuyupoly:

Submission 1:

they're from the winter troupe of the mankai company, and unlike the other troupes they're all adults. that said, they all have varying degrees of trauma and emotional stuntedness. it takes them some time to fully open up to each other bc they're all very cautious of each other's boundaries and don't want to cross any lines which initially led to some issues in the group's formation. over time they've learned to bridge the gap while still being mindful of hard boundaries. at one point they have a discussion about what exactly their relationship is (gay) cuz they were talking about how the other troupes have clearly defined dynamics (spring=family, summer=besties, autumn=rivals & teammates) but they don't,, and homare deadass says they're "people bound by a common destiny" which in and of itself sounds very Gay (like why are you as a man bound to other men by a common destiny), but it goes even further because homare starts spouting WEDDING VOWS: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE FROM THE GAME AND THE MC EVEN REMARKS "i can already hear wedding bells in the distance..." 

gradually they become closer, in individual sub-units based on who's paired up as co-leads for a play, and as a troupe overall. also two of its members are childhood friends who had a messy 'divorce' in their young adulthood and it took the game breaking its genre to introduce a timeloop for them to finally make up if that means anything to you. one of their troupe songs "precious to us ~bokura no kisetsu" has some pretty beautiful and fruity lines: "The many kindnesses born in me here / Never fail to breathe life into my chest / Even all the pain and bitterness / Have now become dear to me (Ah…Stay with me)", "No matter how many times our season passes / Let us keep living together / Holding our hands, without ever letting go / Let us open up the curtain of tomorrow", "There is no need for words, because once our gazes meet / Joy sparks a light in your eyes", "Our journey, may it be a brilliant one / As our breaths overlap as one"

a lot of their plays has a LOT of homoerotic tension between the two leads too. their first play has tsumugi and tasuku play angels, and it's heavily implied that tasuku's character has an unrequited crush on tsumugi's character. their third play has azuma play a vampire and tasuku play Just Some Guy and it's generally agreed in the fandom to be one of the gayest, if not THE gayest, play A3 has ever written. obviously the vampire thing is very fruity, but there's also how the vampire was longing to bite the human but was holding himself back, and when the vampire left the human in the end, the human was absolutely HEARTBROKEN over it and was swearing they would reunite one day. the stage play of this takes it even further by having the vampire embrace the human from behind and BITE his neck. the fourth play is a watered-down adaptation of Phantom of the Opera where they genderbend Christine into Chris among other things and change the relationship between Chris and the Phantom to one of friendship.... ostensibly so, because there's still a lot of homoerotic undertones in their interactions. i could go on but this should be enough of a sampling taste 

Submission 2:

the writers rlly said "let's take 2 normal guys who are childhood friends and have been into theatre since their school days and have them go through a pre-canon messy divorce, an eccentric poet with a potentially controversial haircut, an amnesiac sleepyhead who can only be awoken with marshmallows but is also somehow extremely athletic despite doing nothing but sleeping and eating marshmallows all day, a man who is so beautiful and mysterious he breaks gender, and a supposed android from a fictional south asian country, and throw them into a blender, oh and for good measure let's throw in some theatre and angst and gay and angst and gay" and the end result was marriage. i mean it took them a lot of awkward fumbling around and conflicts to get there but they got there and thats what matters. ok *technically* in-text they're all rlly good friends and kinda found family BUT they are found family via marriage papers i do not make the rules chief

Submission 3:

The reason why they are so friends-to-lovers to me is because their relationship is founded on quiet and unconditional acceptance of each other—regardless of how flawed they may be or how heavy their burdens and trauma may be. When the troupe first formed (sans Guy who was in another country at the time), they didn’t have any major clashing personalities at the very beginning and generally they were mindful of each other’s boundaries, unlike the other troupes that came before them. However, it’s BECAUSE they were too mindful of said boundaries that it was difficult for them to break down their walls and bond as a team—and there were a LOT of walls to break down, as all of them had varying degrees of emotional baggage and trauma.

In fact, it’s only three plays in that they finally truly start opening up to each other, with Azuma getting the ball rolling by opening up about the deep loneliness that haunted him ever since his childhood. It’s during this conversation that they also discuss what their relationship as a troupe is, because the other troupes have defined their relationship as a team (Spring is family, Summer is best friends, Autumn is rivals & teammates), and Homare goes on to declare that they’re “people bound by a common destiny” and goes on to spew wedding vows: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" I mean… it can’t get any more obvious than this, really. They are married.

But anyway, Tsumugi says he wants their relationship to be one where while they respect each other’s need for space, they’ll also be there for each other and share their pains and burdens—or in his words: “supporting each other when our burdens become too heavy to bear on our own”—which I think is really sweet because it carries this idea of quiet, unconditional acceptance; they don’t push each other to share more than they’re comfortable with sharing, but with whatever they ARE comfortable with sharing everyone carries the load and pain because pain is easier to bear when you’re not bearing it alone <3 

A later part of the story focuses on Hisoka, a mysterious amnesiac, being terrified of regaining his memories and facing some “sin” from his past that has led to another character, Chikage, trying to take revenge on him. When he confesses this to the rest of the Winter troupe, Homare asks, “How heavy is this sin you bear?” and Azuma suggests, “Perhaps it’s just heavy enough for the five of us to carry together.” (at this point Guy hasn’t joined yet). The stage play adapts this scene into a song called Key to Memory. The key (pun unintended) part is 1:27 where there’s a back-and-forth between Hisoka and the other Winter troupe members (sans Tasuku because he wasn’t in that particular play)

Hisoka: “I’m scared…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s okay.”

Hisoka: “My unforgivable sin…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “Let’s carry it together.”

Hisoka: “I might not be me anymore.”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s all right. We understand and we accept you, so let’s go together.”

And it ends with Hisoka singing: “I was afraid to open the door of my locked memories. But if everyone is here, I believe I can do it.”  In both the game and stage play, Hisoka fully regains his memories and reconciles with Chikage (long story). He tells Fuyupoly he can’t go into detail about his past with Chikage because it’s dangerous but he’ll tell them when the time is right, and they accept this saying that no matter what his past is, they know and love him as their Hisoka which obviously is a very sweet thing for friends to say, but it’s also very Marriage-coded to me.

Later, Guy is introduced as an android from Zahra (a fictional South Asian country) and joins the Winter troupe as a temporary member—because he’s stuck in Japan for the foreseeable future—until they find a permanent member to replace him. The other Winter members have a conversation among themselves and agree that regardless of whether he’s really an android or a human they’ll accept Guy for who he is and help him improve his acting, which again harkens back to the idea of ‘unconditional acceptance’. Eventually it’s revealed that Guy is in fact a human who has forgotten his memories of the past and his emotions. He recovers his memories all at once which shocks his system and causes him to pass out. When he wakes up in his room, he finds the rest of the Winter Troupe asleep around the room—which I believe is symbolic of their whole theme of “quiet acceptance”: they don’t want to push Guy to share beyond what he’s comfortable with, but they’re always there to listen to him and share his load if that’s what he wants. He opens up about the memories he recovered, and they don’t treat him with pity like he’s a lost child, but still extend gentle empathy and understanding. They also emphasise that it genuinely doesn’t matter to them whether he’s human or android because he’s Guy first and foremost. It’s at this point that Guy truly lets himself become part of the Winter troupe/Fuyupoly and not just as a temporary stand-in member, because he’s found a place where he’s found himself again and people who will accept who this “himself” is, whether that be an android devoid of emotions or a human brimming with vivid beautiful emotions.

[Mod note: There’s a LOT more but we’re afraid of crashing the post. I (Deli) summarised it the best I can since I’m familiar with A3, but if you want to read the full thing you can check it out on this google doc)

[youre-ackermine]

Hi my love!! <3 <3

For Drunk Drabbles Vol. 2, I give you 23: Is this a date? Of course, give me a LeviHan story!

mwah!!

Hey Sailor my Beautiful Bestest Bestie 🥰❤️

Thank you so much for your request!!! I'm sorry I didn't reply earlier but I'm a [painfully] slow writer!

How was Seoul? You must be exhausted by the past week's work there, so I hope my little drabble will help you relax 😘

Enjoy ❤️❤️❤️

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English is not my usual language

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This drabble is linked to my previous Levihan drabble Dumbstruck.

Drabble prompt 23 "Is this a date?"

Night Out

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe / Moblit Berner

Wordcount: 1530 approx.

Modern AU / sfw / non-binary Hange / swearwords / mention of alcohol

She had been babbling for twenty minutes now, sipping her cocktail through a straw every once in a while. Not even bothering to reply, he was absentmindedly looking at her glass. It was still half filled with a sugary liquid of a disgusting shade of pink and he wondered how in hell people could ever order such revolting pig piss.

Levi lifted his cup with a sigh, took a sip of hot tea and checked his watch. He should have told her to shut the fuck up, but her incessant chatter distracted him from the tension that gradually built up in his stomach. The queasy feeling had subsided as soon as the young woman sitting down next to him had started a conversation, bringing him some relief.

Slightly annoyed by the high pitched tone of her voice, he shifted on his bar stool and briefly glanced at her. She stopped her tiresome babbling only to drink another sip of her candy cane martini, licking her red lips in an attempt to seduce him before smiling flirtatiously. 

Her purpose was obvious but Levi was startled nonetheless when she dared to put her slender hand on his forearm. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, starting to lift her hand as he leaned over to reach the blonde's ear.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he whispered in a husky voice.

She pressed her body against his, her smile widening as she cooed: "sure!"

"Good, I was saving that seat for a friend!" he deadpanned, dropping her hand on the counter as he released his grip on her wrist.

The young woman's face twisted in anger and contempt. She grabbed her purse in no time and stormed out of the bar, leaving him both guilty and relieved. The past half-hour had been such a pain in the ass, but no doubt he had crossed a line talking to her like that. What the hell was wrong with him today?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath and checked his watch again. Of course they would be late. How could today be different from any other day? Getting engulfed in their work was Hange's second nature and today was no exception, no matter what his invitation for a drink implied this time.

The knot in his stomach weighed heavily again. His mouth was as dry as a desert and his throat tightened so much he had trouble swallowing some imaginary saliva. The longer he waited, the more nervousness got him and he was muttering an incoherent plea for this torture to end soon when the door bell rang.

A gust of cold wind rushed through the bar as Hange abruptly pushed open the door and stormed into the lively room. Levi rolled his eyes as his friend waved to him, shouting his name over the hubbub, their usual toothy grin plastered on their face. The corners of his lips were starting to lift in a faint smile when he noticed that Hange was holding someone's hand.

Levi froze.

A heavy load seemed to fall in his guts. His lips pressed tight briefly, but quickly he regained composure and his face was soon expressionless as usual.

Fuck! Hange had dragged Moblit with them! Why were they hanging out with their assistant? Working together all day, sometimes all night as well - he gritted his teeth at the thought - wasn't that enough for them?

He crossed his arms over his chest, his silver gaze boring through the poor man as Hange pulled him roughly through the crowded bar.

"Oi Levi! Don't mind Moblit joining us, right?" Hange blurted out cheerfully. 

Moblit faintly nodded to Levi, obviously uncomfortable around him.

Levi turned away from them.

"Bold of you to assume I would say yes to begin with, Four-Eyes!" he replied with irritation. "But now you decided it all on your own, he might as well stay I guess."

"C'mon Shorty! The more the merrier, right? Do you always have to be so dramatic? Just don't make a big deal out of this, will you?" Hange said.

"I told you it's fine, which word did you not understand?"

Hange turned towards Moblit and sneered: "Mr Grumpass over here has the worst case of resting bitch face known to man, but he's a softie deep inside, right Levi?"

Rolling his eyes, he grunted and leaned to the bartender. "Two beers and…" he turned to Moblit. "What do you drink?"

The young man seemed fascinated by the tips of his shoes but mumbled a vague reply, his face blushing under Levi's look. He had been feeling the short man's unwonted hostility since his arrival.

"Two beers and a whisky neat then, please," he ordered.

Levi grabbed the bottles and Moblit his own glass and they sat at the table a group of noisy students just left. Hange took off their worn out coat, randomly threw it on their chair and headed to the bathroom.

Only swallowing sounds filled the awkward silence between both men as they took a sip of their drink. Time seemed to stretch as they waited for Hange to come back.

"You...you seem to be…in a…in a worse mood than usual today, Levi." Moblit found the courage to break the heavy atmosphere, the end of the sentence stumbling out of his mouth in a hurry. "Are you alright?"

Levi averted his gaze. "Nothing unusual, don't worry about that," he replied in a breath.

Moblit's fingers fidgeted over his glass. His eyebrows seemed to knit as he was deep in thought.

"I saw it, you know…" he said after a pause. "When we stepped in earlier."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Levi glanced nervously to the bathroom door every once in a while, his knuckles whitening as he tightened the grip on the beer bottle.

"I noticed that you almost smiled when Hange came in, but your face soured as soon as you saw me."

Moblit paused for a few seconds again, his eyes still dived into his glass.

"So I'm asking you what's wrong today, because I never ever saw you so angry with me!" he finally let out sheepishly.

Levi rubbed his face, ran his hand through his hair and let out a long, weary sigh. Leaning over the table, gesturing to get Moblit to do the same, he finally asked in an infuriated whisper: "the fuck are you doing here? Why didn't Hange come alone?"

Taken aback, Moblit gasped: "they said you planned to have drinks together tonight and they invited me. As a friend."

Anger still filled Levi's low voice.

"Why did you accept? Now you ruined it all, dumbass!"

Moblit choked on a sip of whisky and coughed.

"What do you mean, Levi? How could I refuse? I thought Erwin and Miche would be here as well but I don-"

Moblit stopped and his eyes widened comically as he came to a logical conclusion.

"Holy sh-shit... I'm sorry to ask this but…is this a date?" he squeaked.

As Levi opened his mouth to reply, Hange rushed over to them and, as graceful as a hippo, sank into their chair with a relieved sigh.

"Oi! How are you doing guys? Talking about me?" they said with a dorky grin.

"We were starting to worry, Four-Eyes!" Levi scoffed. "Man, how long of a shit were you taking anyway?"

Hange burst out laughing: "oh, long enough to get the job done, thank you for asking!"

Moblit had been stunned for years by their constant, almost always disgusting bickering, mostly based on poop jokes and mean nicknames. But today he couldn't believe this banter may have become a sick way of flirting, at least from Levi's part.

Fucking weirdos.

He finished his drink in one gulp and put his glass on the table a little too heavily. The young man suddenly cleared his throat, interrupting the stream of gross jesting flowing between the two, drawing Levi's irked attention to him.

Hange's boisterous laughter faded away as they also turned to look at him. 

"I…I have to…to go now," he uttered sheepishly.

As he got up, pushing back his chair with an unpleasant screeching, Hange grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Where do you think you're going?" they asked. "Don't leave me alone with Shortstack over here, he's literally pouring his shit-talking down on me!" They winked and grinned as Levi rolled his eyes.

Hange looked up at him with their legendary pleading puppy eyes."Stay with us Moblit, we only just got started! It'll be so much fun! Please, please, please, please!!!"

Moblit briefly glanced at Levi and a shiver of dread instantly ran down his spine as he met his sharp grey look.

"I'm…I'm…s-sorry, Hange, I…I really have to…to go now." A pearl of cold sweat made its way down his face. 

"I'm…I'm supposed to see…er… Nifa later and I…I need to take a shower first! Have fun and...and…well, see you tomorrow at the lab Hange!"

Before his friend tried to stop him from leaving again, he hurried out of the bar as Levi watched him go, a smug smirk on his face.

Hange was right: they had just got started.

*****

Thank you so much to my Darling Terra @dont-f-with-moogles for beta/proof reading 😘

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okay i know tkdb sucks as a game and that the company is extremely shitty but unfortunately i fell in love with the story and characters and i need to show and talk about these two panels in particular because ever since i read ep6 i cannot stop thinking about this. im not even the biggest rui or ruimc fan its just that this scene is so fucking Good (under cut because it got Long but it's just me rambling, really)

for more context rui (blonde guy) has a curse that makes it so any living thing he touches dies. which is why he wears gloves, which supposedly DOES stop the curse (he can touch plants with them on) but he still avoids touching people because You Never Know. and okay here basically they were on a mission and there's this plant anomaly (a monster basically) that was gonna eat a girl and so mc (the girl on the panels) ran to her to attempt to save her and rui. Reaches out to her. Wanting to protect mc, to stop her before its too late because he doesnt want the anomaly to attack her too. but he hesitates. hesitates to touch her because of his curse. which ends in not only the girl getting eaten, but mc too. and you know what the title of that chapter is? "the price of hesitation." i am SICK (dw tho both girls do manage to get saved but like. Man)

its also extremely implied that rui likes mc (has her in his likes AND IS THE ONLY CHARACTER TO; constantly heavily flirts with her; JUST LOOK AT HOW PANICKED HE LOOKS IN THOSE PANELS HE GENUINELY CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH; this is a joseimuke with heavy yumebaiting you gotta have At Least One character who's in love with mc and guess what, rui's not the only one)

actually while im at it, im gonna talk about another scene i love from ep6 because so far its the BEST episode ive read OH MY GOD

so hi, yes, they have a werewolf, i present here to you lyca. and he is the best tokyo debunker character. and i am saying this as someone who has favorites above lyca (sorry bestie, you ARE still one of my favs tho i prommy). but god he is so, so everything

basically in this scene, as you can see he's transformed into a werewolf, and is so close to just lose control and eat mc. but he manages to resist and bites himself instead. since he's still actually half-wolf here, he may still have some sliver of self-control and awareness left, but it doesn't change the fact that this proves just how much he genuinely cares about mc. because she basically contributed heavily in getting him out of prison (yes, it was because he was falsely suspected of murder tho) and was extremely kind and patient with him in helping him adapt to human society and his new life at the academy (yes they're in a school). and well, lyca can be pretty blunt and short-tempered, making him a bit aggressive at times, but so many instances of him just being. a tad softer and nicer to mc has been showcased throughout the episode, telling us how he does appreciate everything mc does for him and has grown attached to her. AND BASICALLY THEY ARE JUST EVERYTHING. OBSCUARY AND MC ARE SO EVERYTHING TO ME NOW. I'M LITERALLY SO SICKKK