#I love u guys who decided exactly what the fuck you're doing with your own body

[asharaks]

something about how. to be a god who was a mortal is to be a contradiction. you cannot be both and yet to be a god you must acknowledge all that you are not: your domain is within and without, so sharply defined it cuts you at the edges. bhaal is the god of murder, and he immaculate conceptions the dark urge into life; jergal, god of death, brings you back, multiple times if you play this game the way I do. being a god is inherently restrictive, forces you into a specific role, defines what you are by what you are not.

the dark urge, who is a bit bhaal and a bit not, exists, ultimately, to die: they're an extension of the immortal god of murder, a child made from the gore of bhaal, flesh of his flesh with all his mortal will. is it any surprise that their body might feel like a prison? the violation of their autonomy at every step, the body a gift from a parent with plans for it, with or without their consent; defined by what they are, which is their Father, and what they are not, which is also their Father. by granting them life, bhaal grants them freedom, and signs his own death warrant even as he signs theirs. is it any wonder, then, that they might reject that fate for themself - that, after being made in the image of a Father who can't ever love them for anything but Himself, they would want to remake themself, to partake in the joy of creation? they weren't born, but they can be reborn, and that is a physical process; the gods are defined by what they are not, but the dark urge doesn't have to be.

[giamee]

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request ؛ ଓ @coreakin-sakarat What will the honkai star rail men play when yr having sex and who bottom or both and do they go rithm oh oh and do they use toys on u and what are their favorite parts of ur body to fuck

gia's notes ؛ ଓ i did this as more of me just... talkin abt what i think the hsr men are like in bed in order from least to most freaky in my humble opinion. i hope that you like it even though i didn't exactly hit every point u brought up :(

DAN HENG .ᐟ୨୧ starting it off sweet with him, i see dan heng as more of a bottom than anything... he's not super experienced, quite a tender lover, and i see him as remaining quite serious and stoic within the bedroom too. definitely more of a slow and sensual pace, just wants to feel it all with you <3 he's quite hesitant to try things out imo, but i reckon that you could convince him to try out using toys with some convincing! 1000% a thigh guy, really likes pulling out and painting your thighs with his cum as he watches them shake. presses kisses to your forehead as you come down from both of your highs. lowkey i get the vibe that the aftercare and the cuddling and falling asleep together is more satisfying to him than having sex. THIS MAN CRAVES SKIN TO SKIN!!!! he will interlace your fingers while fucking and kiss all over your face!!! a very sweet lover <3

GEPARD .ᐟ୨୧ this man SCREAMS pleasure service top to me. he could cum in his pants just by watching you i swear. he just wants to satisfy you as best as he can :((( your wish is his command frfr. he'll put you in whatever positions you want fully customisable experience just say the word. will sometimes pause midway through sex just to ask you if he's doing a good job and if it feels good with his big puppy dog eyes AWEE. i think he would probably be a little hesitant to try out toys, especially at first? his logic reverts to him assuming that he wasn't good enough at pleasuring you and so you have to revert to a piece of plastic... but be a bit dominant and show, don't tell, him just how good a vibrator can feel and he'll be a lot more on board with the idea <3 his whole mentality is just.. do anything to give you pleasure so if you're on the freakier side, this man is game! (PEG HIM) the little sadistic side of you gets a kick seeing tears well up in his eyes if you edge him just to hear his whines and moans... he might be a top but this man is a sub thru and thru. a bad bitch (you) tells him what to do and he listens!! anyways back to when you and him are fucking... this man is just utterly in love with your pussy, they way it gushes and clenches around him, and his absolute favourite position is any where he gets to just bury his face in ur tits while he's buried inside of you because everything is just so comforting and all of him is now surrounded by something so warm and soft... he's in heaven <3 so yeah he's a tits guy who would have thought!! no matter the shape or size HE'S PUTTING THEM IN HIS MOUTH <3 his thrusts get real sloppy at the end when he's about to cum too, starts babbling in your ear about how good it feels and how much he loves u. what a cutie pie

ARGENTI .ᐟ୨୧ to be honest? i had to think a bit about this one. to me, argenti doesn't really seem like the type to bring up using toys... but that doesn't mean that he isn't game if you mention it. he seems ... not passive exactly? but he just seems like the type to go with the flow with sex. whatever you're into he'll just be like shit i'm down let's go. not kinky per se, but he's definitely a passionate lover. very much wants to explore sensuality. ooh maybe he would be into some sort of wax play or blindfold type behaviour i take it back. would probably chuckle if you decide to get on top and place his hands on your hips to help you adjust to his size and set your own pace <3 very loving, wants to celebrate the beauty of your naked body and worship it in the name of adrila. so yeah if you've got a praise kink, HE'S YOUR MAN!!! you feel like the subject of a poem as he sings your praises, telling you how pretty you look and sound when you cum. like shiiiii that would be enough to make me blush <33 in terms of pace and stuff, i feel like he would be pretty standard? maybe on the slower side because of... you know... passion. it's nothing crazy but still a good time. he seems like he prefers to be looking up at you so RIDE THAT MAN!! maintain eye contact as you sink down on it. raise your hips back up ever so slowly and watch the slightest twitch of his brow as you swivel your hips, sinking back down on it ever so slowly. you might just see him blush. and just as the name suggests, the knight of beauty is a SIGHT to behold when he cums (probably inside).

WELT .ᐟ୨୧ yeah peepaw has got some EXPERIENCE to him lmaoo. he's got a sort of... cheekier? side to him. as an older man, though, he doesn't exactly have the same stamina as he did in his youth :( but that doesn't mean that he can't still get down and dirty with you!! quite the opposite actually. so his solution? he uses toys on you <3 he's more of a bottom but he is DEFINITELY in charge. his dirty talk OMFGG im giggling just thinking about it he would praise you and whisper such sweet words to you as he slowly splits you open on his fat cock, telling you how you're such a good girl for taking him so well, how you feel so good around him, all so he can feel you clench around him like a vice grip as he finally bottoms out <33 def would just have his hands around your waist as he moves you up and down his length when you're feeling weightless. but if he's in a more passive mood, he also LOVESSSS just sitting back and watching you struggle to ride him with a lazy adoring look in his eyes as he holds a vibrator to your clit <333 he'll coo at you as you start crying from the overstimulation, his hands wiping away your tears so tenderly and encouraging you to keep going just for him <3 a little bit of a sadistic side to him because he really does just love watching you squirm. another thigh and ass guy imo, really loves the way they jiggle as they slam down against his own thighs as you start to pick up the pace and ride him with increasing desperation. also loves watching them shake when you cum <3. so yeah as a no brainer i think one of his favourite positions would be reverse cowgirl. yum <3

BOOTHILL .ᐟ୨୧ now dont get me wrong this man FUCKS. since he's a cyborg does his dick count as a toy...? yeah fuck it let's go with it HIS BIOCOCK VIBRATES!! so the sensations on that will go CRAZYYYY. and then i'm thinking because of his synthesia beacon and stuff he doesn't exactly experience much sensation down there. so when you're having sex, what gets him off the most is just seeing your pleasure as you unravel. makes him feel good vicariously <3 so yeah definitely a missionary lover in my eyes so he can watch all your facial expressions and reactions as he hits all the right places, how your brows furrow and your eyes slide shut and eyes roll back in your head as he keeps up his unforgiving pace at juuuuust the right angle <33 but don't get me wrong he's no vanilla bitch either!! if he wants to be feeling more ... sensations he can and will make you just sit on his face for actual HOURS just eating you out to his heart's content. you'd think that his tongue is cybernetic too with the way it flicks across your clit at a borderline INHUMAN speed. but no he's just that good. some of ur most intense orgasms have been from him tonguefucking you like this, his head firmly sandwiched between your quivering thighs as you're basically humping his face as u ride out your high. and hey, he's not complaining <3 and then his smug shit-eating grin does NOT help at all when you're still trying to come back down to earth and he's sitting up wiping the slick off his face with that hungry look STILL in his eyes good lord i hope u can survive the night. this bastard has definitely ruined toys for you, they just don't feel the same any more <//3

BLADE .ᐟ୨୧ fucks hard. angry and/or jealous sex with him has just gotta be >>> 😮‍💨😮‍💨 he's on the rougher side and for MOST of the time will dom. and also tbh i don't really see him as being the type to use toys since he's more spontaneous in terms of having sex (public sex. he's got a high sex drive) but very very passionate for sure- lots of grunts and low moans right up in ur ear mhhhnrng. but also at the same time i feel like he would be quite emotionally detached from sex at first, seeing it as more like stress relief than an act of intimacy? and don't get me wrong, some of the best fucks of your life have come from him when he's just trying to release some pent up anger, but on the flip side there's a more vulnerable side to him, almost. one that's barely there any more from years of bitterness and resentment, but still manages to creep up on him on those late nights where he can't quite sleep. so if you're with him on those rare occasions, this is when you experience him not fucking you, but making LOVE. he won't talk, but he doesn't need to, not with the way he's holding you close to him and kissing you with something akin to desperation as he sinks into you and kind of just... stays there for a bit. it's oddly comforting to him, and if he's feeling especially weak he'll need some comfort- just to get him through the night. it's these nights where you take control more, setting a slow and sweet pace and kind of just... hushing him and whispering sweet words to him as you slowly let yourself grind over him, feeling the way he twitches inside of u <333 but yeah back to not vulnerable blade. a fan of quickies for sureeee (see: high sex drive) another tit guy because i am biased. the force of his thrusts in some dark alleyway or hidden corner will have them jiggling and threatening to fall out of whatever shirt you wear. and if he's got you lifted up in his arms, your legs wrapped around him as you're chest to chest with each other, he just can't tear his eyes away from your boobs. leaves bites on them, laves over them like a damn dog until they're coated in saliva and stiff and perked up because of how cold it feels when drying on your skin. if you're in doggystyle, you'll feel his hands clasp over them from behind, a few short and sweet squeezes to them before his blunt nails are flicking over your nipples just to hear you squeal <3

AVENTURINE .ᐟ୨୧ just like blade, he very much has two different modes. let's start with the freaky one bc that's fun. he's quite open to experiment with all aspects of sex- who's in charge, who's topping, toys, positions, you name it. he trusts you enough to do anything with or to you short of causing each other pain. so yeah he's a freak alright!! i feel like if you're in an established relationship, he'll feel guilty due to the amount if time that he spends away from you because of his job, and make it up to you by spoiling you with gifts... he loves to buy you new toys to try out as he sits back and just watches as you squirm and then writhe in pleasure as he slowly palms himself, eventually unzipping his trousers and jerking himself off until he cums all over u <33 definitely gets a kick out of seeing his cum painting your pretty face and how your tongue darts out to catch it before it drips onto the floor <333 or maybe he just strokes himself to stay hard, his eyes hungrily watching you as your own remain transfixed on his cock, the flushed tip disappearing with every stroke of his hand, the slick noises of his precum overpowering the buzzing hum of the dildo inside of you. and then when neither of you can handle the tension any more, dying to feel each other's touch, after you've cum a couple of times and are all nice and sensitive for him, then and ONLY then will he finally put it in, quickly setting a pace to fuck your brains out like a wild animal <3 lovessss doggystyle or the speedbump position because then he's all up in your guts and ur moans/screams of pleasure are just music to his ears. definitely the type to go a little feral bc... yeah. so yeah that's freaky mode! but like blade he has a softer side to him UNLIKE blade it is still definitely there and more accessible... but that doesn't mean he exposes it to you just like that either. but yeah if he's feeling more vulnerable emotionally, especially right after he wakes up from a nightmare while you're groggily waking up next to him, he just needs comfort. you holding him and stroking his hair, telling him how he's safe and how much you love him. if you've been together for a while and he really trusts you, he might even cry. almost begs you to call him kakavasha instead of aventurine, and you oblige. and then as soon as his name leaves your lips, he's kissing you hard, gradually letting them become tender as you undress each other with the utmost amount of care. it's love that motivates him, from what you can feel from his fingers tracing your skin and how soft his lips press against yours. he lets out a quiet moan as he sinks into you and basks in your warmth for a bit, letting his arms now wrap around your frame tightly, holding you to himself as if you would disappear any moment. and you hug him too, draw patterns on his back, stroke his hair and hum as you tell him how much you love him, listening to the sound of his shaky breaths as you slowly raise your hips, sinking back down inch by inch to hear him hiss. at first, he would still refuse to let you see his face when you have sex like this, not until you gently coax him to look at you, and you see the crystalline tears already escaping from his eyes. he's definitely the type to cry during sex like this- something so soft and tender that it's overwhelming to him for so many reasons- the vulnerability of it all, how much you love and care for him written all over your face, the way you squeeze against him so perfectly. and then he buries his face in your chest as you keep whispering words of affirmation to him and he cums so fast, deep inside of you and then he stays even when he feels himself go soft. just because it feels nice. and he falls asleep just like that, clinging to you, the person he loves.

JING YUAN .ᐟ୨୧ another member of team lazy but pussydrunk (him and welt have permanent memberships lmfao) whenever the two of you fuck it usually starts with him making you work for it. involving either you getting off by grinding on his thigh or riding him, desperately throwing your weight back onto him to even simulate the feeling of his powerful thrusts- all in vain as he merely sits there, looking up at you with a maddening smile and just WATCHING you... what a creep <3 but yeah he loves loves loves seeing how worked up and whiny you get for him to do something, anything, just for him to do the exact opposite, placing two firm hands on your hips to effectively get you to stop, and you whine again from the loss of friction. and he'll merely smile, telling you how you're such a good girl for him, getti my off from watching you get so so close, just to do it over and over again. orgasm denial and edging really are his two best friends fr. so he's not really a strict dom but more of a tease, you get me? i think that YES he will use toys. really gets a kick out of vibrating panties or a vibrator inside of you that he can remote control <33 just really enjoys when you're in public trying to remain composed (what a creep <3) keeps u constantly stimulated all day, finally making it up to you when you both get back home, fucking you properly as you're on the verge of tears and ready to cum any second. hmmm hear me out on this but i think his favourite place to cum would be your back.. like yeah finishing inside is cool and all but pulling out and cumming all over your back just drives him CRAZY and ready for another round... as soon as you recover <3

LUOCHA .ᐟ୨୧ LORDDDDDD he's like jing yuan but even WORSE. he's dangerous too because in his eyes, it isn't him or a toy but him AND a toy. this man will have u in his lap thighs spread legs hanging over his knees so he can keep them open as he has one hand gripping your chin forcing to look at yourself in a mirror, the other hand holding a vibe to yr clit <33 every time your eyes start to roll back he'll do a light slap to your face, forcing you to hold eye contact with him through the mirror, his feline eyes dancing with mirth at your already fucked-out expression. and then when he's sure that his gaze is holding your attention, he'll let go of your face, letting his hand snaie downwards until his hands are collecting your slick on his fingers before pushing into you, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek that contradicts how hard he's fingering you <3 squirting is not an achievement but the new standard with him!! that man is NOT relenting until you coat his arm and the floor (even the mirror) he really likes making you kiss him just after you cum- when your brain is foggy from the intensity of your orgasm, you can barely hear, let alone process what he's saying, and when u finally manage to connect your lips to his the kiss is just so sweet n sloppy, showing how worked up he is already <33 he's a little mean with it but you wouldn't have it any other way!! because that man knows what you need and will DELIVER. and he loves alllll of you. especially your pussy. and ass lol

DR RATIO .ᐟ୨୧ ok stay with me now cos this one's more of a scenario but!!! imagine that you haven't seen veritas in a while because you've both been busy but he messages you, saying how he'll finally be back soon!!! and ur just so excited that you can't contain it, and all those lonely nights are starting to tally up... your hands just don't do the trick any more and you finally cave, getting out your old reliable dildo to try and satiate your lust. trying your hardest to focus on veritas while you fuck yourself so that you'll be able to cum... pretending that it's his cock instead of some silicone... moaning out his name into your room with your eyes screwed shut to try trick your brain into believing that it's really him!! and it seems to work because you can feel that coil in you begin to tighten, and just when ur about to cum you feel a hand on top of yours, startling you out of your impending orgasm. and you open your eyes to see none other than the man who you had been fantasising about just now <3 and he's got this smirk on his face and a certain look in his eyes, and when you glance down you can see that he isn't exactly... unaffected from watching you earlier <33 i feel like he would degrade you a little, calling you such a stupid girl for needing to think of him just to even get close to cumming <333 and you'll whine and get embarrassed, trying to hide yourself with the covers, but deep down you know he's right so you peek at him from behind your lashes, batting them and begging him to help you as sweetly as you can. and how can he deny you when you're just so sweet and submissive for him? he'll be quick to take out his cock, slipping the head through your folds, letting it catch as it skims past your needy hole, letting the tip slap against your sensitive clit just to watch your whole body twitch as he chuckles to himself before bullying his cock into you. even after fucking yourself it's still a stretch, especially cos he has you in a mating press, his strong hands keeping your thighs pinned as he puts hisbweight behind his thrusts, really slamming into you until you're bouncing back against the mattress <33 a good hard fuck that hits all the right spots he needs to in order for you to cum HARD. but if he's feeling mean, he won't even oblige your request, instead being all smug and settling back on his haunches, goading you to keep going and make yourself cum without him because you're just so close, you can do it. watches your pathetic attempts to do so as you huff and beg him because you just can't without him <//3 and maybe if you beg hard enough he'll consider helping you out... even though it's just so entertaining to watch you keep trying. ironically enough, it's the way he calls you his sweet girl as he finally pushes into you that sends you over the edge more than any of your own touches did. and once you ride out that high, body no longer convulsing on his dick, he'll pull out of you just to flip you onto your stomach, then pull your hips up to meet his before fucking into you to make you really cum because of him this time <33

SAMPO .ᐟ୨୧ this man is MOST DEFINITELY an experimentalist!!! 1000% down for literally anything. you use toys on each other el oh el. the epitome of a switch. he'll top or bottom too, it's always a good time with him. definitely a freak. tbh i headcanon him as having a crazy oral fixation... if he's not sucking on your tits already then put your fingers in his mouth!! he'll have hearts swimming in his eyes, especially if you let them slide to the back of his throat until he gags and his eyes get all teary!!! definitely a sight to behold if u start fingerfucking his throat. or maybe just gag him with your panties, letting urself hear his muffled whines and moans as you finally free his cock and deepthroat him <33 oh god his whines and moans... get this man on twitter NEEOOOWWW. as a top he's definitely more goofy about it, not super strict. sex is about making sure you both feel good and just having a good time im his eyes.

GALLAGHER .ᐟ୨୧ ... this man... a certified freak. me personally im not into it but IF U LIKE ANAL THIS IS UR GUY 1000%%%. he def loves ur ass more than anything. the type to stick a finger in as he makes out with you or just let his finger tease the ring of muscle, circling it ever so slowly to feel u squirm while sat naked in his lap. when he eats you out he'll let his tongue drop a little lower to tease both of your holes. if u let him he'll eat your ass with GUSTO. and YES he's using toys on you you're not safe... buttplugs with the cute jewel on them and when you're in public he'll give your ass a slap or squeeze just to see your face change as you feel it press a little deeper into you... he'll have a vibrator fucking into your pussy as he's all up in your guts, laughing at the way you can't even form words right now. yeahhh he's a FREAK. oh and did i mention that he's an ass guy??

SUNDAY .ᐟ୨୧ ohohoho. this man has actual YEARS of pent up sexual frustration under his belt. his wings. whatever. he's a man who thrives off of control, and this is no exception in the bedroom. massive dom. both soft and hard. but more hard <3. really gets off on u calling him sir LAWLLL. lowkey i see him being into some real freaky bdsm stuff... cos hes got the whole sexually repressed catholic thing going on n all yknow. likes seeing u kneeled w your hands tied behind your back. you stripped naked while hes fully clothed and smiling so sweetly as he watches you try and get yourself off by humping his shoe. anything for that power imbalance with him hrrrrng. and if youre feeling a bit more bratty, touch his wings. preen them, blow air on them, even grip onto them HARD with your fingers and it'll get him all riled up. and then that sweet smiling facade will drop and youll see his eyes change into something a touch more feral as he pins u down and fucks u hard and properly. just to remind u who's really in control <3. the aftercare goes crazy, naturally. but then i also saw this post talking abt how hes a PEOPLE PLEASER and i agree 10000% so when he's feeling more soft, your pleasure is his greatest reward. a headrush mix of sweet praise and filthy degradation. telling you how you're a nasty bitch who's just so good for him... how you take him so well like the filthy slut you are.... and he's just so so composed during it all like an ANGEL EHFHWJFJE it makes ur head spin istg. yeah he's a freak in the sheets LOLL

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[moonrisecoeur]

I feel like Leon would def start out as a bratty sub, but the moment you threaten not to touch him, he melts. I just know he would like getting his pretty hair tugged on!! Esp when riding him and you tug it to make him look up at you!! Ugh omg </3

Also whimpers loud! Have you heard him in re2??

first off HI IM IN LOVE WITH U I THINK UR REALLY COOL ahem anyway.. don’t know what came over me that was crazy

HAVE U HEARD HIM IN DBD??? he’s so loud it’s so so yummy also my spotify is fucked up bc some mf put his moans on there and i listen to them when i-

she/her pronouns, afab reader

i don’t even know if he’s bratty or if he’s just a mf guy who’s conditioned to believe he should be dominant. he’s used to thinking he has to be strong, has to take care of others. and so when you first kiss him, and he tries his best to assert some kind of dominance over the situation, it’s almost cute. he’s trying so damn hard.

he figures out that you like to be in control soon after. he has a hard time accepting it. he’s the man, he’s supposed to be dominant, he’s supposed to be in control.

…and then you run your fingers through his hair, press kisses to his neck in all the sensitive spots he didn’t even know were sensitive, call him a good boy, and suddenly he’s realizing that he might like a dominant woman. he doesn’t even care that part of him feels strangely emasculated. he likes that you take what you want, don’t leave him guessing or assuming. he knows exactly what to do to please you and that makes his life easy.

though he does have an attitude, that can definitely be quelled with a simple “i don’t have to be making you feel good, baby. if you wanna talk to me like that… have fun making yourself cum,” and then he pouts but gives in, acting nice purely out of his own self interest.

now that’s all for re2 leon. it all mostly applies to the later versions of him, but he obviously becomes more aware of his own preferences in his partners as he gets older.

leon loves having his hair pulled, especially when it’s to pull his face in any direction so he has to look at you. he likes it when you gently run your fingers through his hair, soft but firm in your grip before you decide to get rough. he likes it when you pull hard, especially hard enough where tears start to well up in his eyes.

but when you're riding him and pulling his hair?? he thinks you're trying to kill him. there's no reason it should be that hot, but he literally has to use all of his self-restraint to keep himself from cumming on the spot!! ur pussy just feels too good and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands or his body, he just sits there helplessly as you fuck the soul out of him <3

he’s also just overall loud in bed. unless he’s legitimately upset, in which he gets kinda quiet and moody, he’s always moaning and groaning and breathing heavy. he used to try to hide it until he realized that you like it when he makes noise. he doesn’t over exaggerate or anything, but definitely doesn’t hide anymore.

[otherone12]

Fuck Off!

Gerard Way × Reader

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A/N: Hey!! Well, i took too long to post this, 'cause I was busy with school shits. I hope u like it, anyway. And i want to say thank you for all of you who interact with my fics, you're fucking awesome <3

Summary: Your parents discovered that you’re dating Gerard, and they definitely don't approve of it, because of the way he acts on stage. Anyway, They ask you to bring him to meet them, you did… this end up in the worst way possible.

- Word Count: 2.200

- Warnings: Legal Age gap (‘cause i love age gap <3) angst and confort; family issues;

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

- Hello?

I answered the phone trying to figure out why my mom called me that late on a random monday… and she never calls me for nothing. Before I could get worried, she started to talk. 

- Hi, sweetheart! - She didn’t seem nervous - How are you doing? 

- I’m fine, I guess… - I said, confused -  is everything okay right there? 

- Yeah, your dad and I we’re great. - The calmness she has in her voice got me even more confused about the point of the call - Why?

- Well, you not use to call… So I got a bit worried. - I explained with some relief, but still curious - So… if everything is fine, why did you call? 

- Your dad was on his phone, reading some magazine, I guess. And he saw you in some headline photo. - She got really serious and I could feel the disgust on her way to talk. - You and a man… a man who was dressing like a cheerleader! 

My breath stopped for a second, I didn't know what to say. I keeped my boyfriend a secret ‘cause I knew that my parents would freak out if they found out. Gerard isn’t exactly the kind of guy my parents wanted me to date. 

- Mom, i-

I tried to say something, i wasn’t sure what, but i tried to stop her to keep pointing thighs she didn’t like about what she searched about him in somewhere. 

- AND i went to google and found out that he has the SAME AGE as your dad! - Her serious voice turned angry but not angry enough to get me scared  - Can you explain why you’re dating this guy, and why you did NOT tell us about it?!

Frozen with the accusatory tone and my fear that I would get scolded, even though I was an independent and responsible adult, I took a deep breath and thought as quickly as possible of the simplest excuse to get out of this conversation

- Mom, i knew how you would react, so i was waiting for the right moment to tell you and dad about me and Gerard… 

It clearly didn’t work.

- Well, the next weekend is the perfect moment to bring him here! - When I heard her say those words, I choked on my own saliva and my eyes widened. - So your dad and I could meet him. 

I got shocked. I definitely didn’t want them to talk with Gerard. They’re insensitive, and really rude with people they decide they don't like. My mom is just impolite and says she ‘has a strong personality’. My dad is nice, but he knows how to be a dick when he wants.   

- I don’t know… I'll ask him if he’s up for it, okay? 

- Fine, but if he said ‘no’ I would need to hear a good reason.

She was mad. 

- Sure… so, I'll text you as soon as I get his answer, mom. 

- Okay, sweetheart. I love you!

- I love you too, mom! 

I turned off the phone and breathed heavily, with my head in hands, desperately trying to not explode or something.

Holy shit. Now, I have to think of how I will ask him to go with me meet my parents that already hate him. And more, how will I act in front of them, knowing that no one will be comfortable with this situation?! I’m fucking screwed.

I walked into the room and saw Gerard layed on the bed, reading just to distract himself after a long day. He turned his attention to me the second I crossed the door, looking up from his comic and matching my eyes.

-Hey, sugar! - He said, lovely as always, but his smile disappeared as he looked more closely at my face, which showed concern - Is everything right?

- Hi, babe! - Kindest as possible, I was still thinking of how I could start - Well… I wouldn't say i'm ‘right’...

I sighed and sat on the bed, Gerard got close to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. 

- What happened, hun? 

His head layed on my shoulder and I felt my body getting warm, almost forgetting what I was nervous about.  

- Remember that show, where you brought me to the stage and said that we’re dating?

I spoke slowly, while caressing his thigh. 

- Yeah… - He sounded confused, but soon a small smile appeared on his face and he kept talking. - Was one of my favorite moments of our reunion tour… why?

I giggled, knowing it was one of mine too. I took a second to keep going, ‘cause I was remembering the way I felt on that stage. Loved. Not by a crowd, but by him. Back to reality, I got serious again.

- My parents saw the headline where we were kissing…

- And that's bad because…?

- Because they wanted me to date a man who doesn't wear skirts, and was my age.

I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for his reaction, but Gerard was totally fine with what I said.

- I get it… but why is this a problem? 

Sometimes, I wonder if he is that naive, or he just doesn't care about what people think.

- ‘Cause they want to meet you and-

Before I could finish, he put his head up and looked at me with such a confused gaze.

- Fair… but why are you that nervous?

- ‘CAUSE THEY AREN’T NICE, GEE! - I had a lot of things in my mind, and now, I felt blamed for screaming at him. With my hands on my face, I keep talking. - Sorry… Just… They will be rude and I don't want them to make you feel sad! 

- I’ll be fine, sugar… - His sweet voice confort me, while he caressed my back - I can deal with this, I’ve been doing this my whole life, actually. 

- Are you sure?

- Totally! Don't worry, my love. 

Gerard looked deep in my eyes and his cute smile got closer to my mouth, shocking with a kiss. 

 ***time skip***

The week passed normally, except for the growing nervousness that hovered and grew over my head as the weekend approached.

When the day of the visit finally arrived, I tried to remain calm. Put on my clothes, not too casual, but pretty, and Gerard did the same.

- Does this look good? - He asked, walking my way - I wasn't sure which jacket to choose... I always end up picking the green one, anyway.

- You always look good… - I get closer to him, pressing a kiss on his lips - No matter what you dress.

We smiled at each other, and got in the car, to drive to my parents house. 

I knocked on the door after seconds that seemed like an eternity, trying to remain calm. I maintained a somewhat forced smile as I squeezed his hand tightly and waited for someone to open the door.

My mother opened the door and grabbed me with a hug that I wanted at all costs to get away from. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but I definitely wasn't in the mood.

- Sweetie! I was waiting for you! You look so pretty!

She looked at me up and down, but looked like she was pretending that Gerard wasn't there.

- Hi mom! How long, right?

- yeah yeah, come in! - She signaled for us to enter, and I still held Gerard’s hand, guiding him inside. My mother closed the door and turned her attention to him. - Oh, and you must be Gerard. 

He greeted her and we sat down at the table, which was set.

To avoid the awkward silence, we began a quiet conversation, then my dad left the living room sofa and joined us at the table. 

- Hi, dad!

I said, noticing the looks of seriousness and annoyance he had when he sat down in front of me.

- How you doing?

I'm used to his kind tone, but I felt that something was wrong when he dropped this with his dislike tone. 

- Everything's fine. - Even though I was calm, I couldn't help but add my severity to my answer. And, like removing a bandage, I didn't think twice and mentioned what I knew was the reason for this rudeness. - Dad, this is Gerard, my boyfriend.

I held Gerard's arm and rested my head in it. Without breaking the eye contact with my father, i heard Gerard saying:

- Nice to meet you, sir. 

My dad gave him a deathly look, contrasting with Gerard’s hopeful countenance. I was waiting for the worst, but not prepared for what was coming.

- I wish I could tell you the same.

My stomach turned and I swallowed hard. I didn't dare analyze all the features around the table in detail, but the tension in the room didn't last long, as I broke it with a bang.

- DAD?!

We hadn't even started eating, and I already wanted to go home. Unlike me, who was clearly angry, my father remained calm, and with his typical air of superiority. Again, I didn't dare look at Gerard’s face.

- Sorry, but that's the truth. - the pride in his voice made me want to throw up. - Don't think that your mom and i we're happy with this.

He kept his voice low, but I'm not that calm.

- With ‘this’ what?

- Your “relationship” with him. - The way he said ‘relationship’, the contempt in his voice was just too much.  - I'm sorry, but I can't understand what you see in him. 

I got up from the table with my body overcome with fury. I couldn't take it, and neither would Gerard be forced to take it.

- He's perfect. In every single detail. He's kind, smart, pretty, funny, talented and most importantly, he loves me as much as I love him.

Gerard looked up at me, don’t giving a shit for what was happening, apparently, his only worry was keep me calm, so, he said:

- You can be sure of that. 

His smile helped me to calm down, but it didn't last long, ‘cause my mom came with a passive-aggressive sentence.  

- Honey, you know we don't think that you and him should be together, right?  

What really pissed me off was that I had some expectations. Deep down, I knew that the only reason for any type of invitation they had made was for the sole purpose of creating an uncomfortable situation.

- you could at least pretend… - I said, not screaming yet, but almost. - Remember that YOU asked us to come here, not the opposite.

When I thought I had put an end to the situation, my father raised his voice.

- And you could ‘at least’ chose a MAN to date, not this fucking fag!

Paralyzed, I stared at him with such hatred, and a scream came out, almost making the house shake.

- SHUT THE FUCK UP! - I was still standed up, so I walked toward my dad, pointing my finger to his face. - I'm done with this! After all, why did you invite us?! To make us feel bad about this? Guess what, I DON'T CARE and neither does he!

Gerard got up the second I stopped talk. I grabbed his hand and we walked fast through the door. My parents didn't bother to go after us, which was great, I didn't want to fight any more than I already had. My eyes were full of tears, we went to the car and I finally broke down. The wind hit my face, leaving me cold, but I was soon comforted by Gerard's arms around my body. 

- I’m sorry. - I started, still in his arms, with my voice choked from the crying I let out. - I’m so sorry. I knew that wasn’t a good idea.

Gerard passes his finger through my hair, caressing my back. As he kept his body pressed against mine, the guilt I felt for all this shit began to dissolve, but I kept crying. 

- That’s all fine, babe. I told you that I didn't care about this. And I really don't care. - He rocked me slowly while his sweet voice crossed my ear - And thank you for defending me, babe.

I looked up for him, with my arms still around his body and my chin in his chest. 

- It was the least I could have done after putting you through that.

He wiped the tear that ran down my cheek with the back of his hand, which remained holding my face.

- Babe, everything is alright. - He rolled his thumb on my cheek - I mean, for me it is… is it for you?

- I don’t know… - My feelings about what happened were a mix of regret and disappointment - I'm so mad with myself… like, why did i think this was a good idea?!

- Wasn’t your fault, by the way, you dealt perfectly fine with this situation. 

 One of his hands on my hips, the other moved my hair out of my face, then he tenderly kissed my forehead.

- Now, let’s go back home, okay? - His soft smile and bright eyes made my tears stop. - Then we can buy dinner, cuddle and marathon some Star Wars movies. What do you think, hun?

- I thought it was impossible, but I think I love you even more than I loved you seconds ago.

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~That's it! hope u enjoyed. ;)

[silverspleen]

Still gently bewildered by Hadir's motivations, like, obviously not when it comes to main plot beats, I totally understand his motivations with the lengths he'll go to to ensure his goals are met, but why specifically did he encourage Alex to be in the position he's in with Farah. He is so chummy with him!

I mean besides the fact that Alex + Gaz are the two MW19 PCs so like, they are legally obligated to be actively involved in the narrative to draw in the player and keep them informed via the avatar of two very pretty military boys, and the players needs to be in a position where Hadir "Alex we're brothers now" Karim betrays you to be like "GASP but we're bros."

But Hadir, sir, that man's job is not just "killing russians" it's also destabilizing small countries for the united states government it is only by the grace of him being a MASSIVE SIMP for your sister and her iron fucking will that he's stuck around for as long as he has. Hadir wasn't even there for Alex being like "lol I'm defecting" when Laswell tried to pull him out. He was gone! The betrayal had happened! Dude you were there for the "I don't decide where I go they just send me" rooftop conversation, Alex is a third party with very ulterior motives why are you playing so niceys with him!

This man's entire job is to be here on behalf of the us government hunting down chemical weapons and you, the man who has stolen the chemical weapons with plans to actively use them against your very bullheaded sister's wishes are like, making cute lil' guns for him and your sister like :) "Alex pls tell my sister when I betray her to not freak out and try to murder me, Alex do u promise? promise to explain?" like, dude this man's entire job in your country was to hunt you down???

"Alex why did you bring her here?" (Wolf's Den) Man, first of all you clearly know Farah is going to do what she wants and it should be obvious by this point that Alex will 100% support her. Second of all this is literally his mission.

Third of all you have known this man for exactly

(checks wiki)

THREE DAYS

anyway

I'm assuming it all has to logically come back to Farah and the fact that he's her older brother. Obviously culturally I'm not sure how the older+younger sibling dynamic goes when you spend your childhood in russian prison camp and your baby sister is your CO but like, he clearly still loves her so much despite their ideological differences. And it really seems like ideological differences are not a huge deal for him. There's the fact that later he is very much convinced (correctly) that Price will help him destroy the gas factory completely based on their shared history and relationship with Farah, so like, emotions are really driving his actions. He knew Farah would hate him and he wouldn't be able to be there for her and idk he's projecting something onto Alex a little methinks. Alex is helpful for like... three days and Hadir's brain gets to thinking. Probably reading into it too much but that's what I'm gonna stick to as some kind of character analysis.

It's all means to an end but idk it feels weirdly naive of him to be so lackadaisical with alliances??? which is both charming and deeply tragic in it's own right. Like, it worked out, it was a good idea to get Alex so involved considering I'm vaguely aware that by MW3 he is still Farah's second, but like, idk dude were there not any nice ULF guys you could have gotten to replace you when you defected to the faction Farah fucking hates???? No??? This fuckin'... All American CIA guy you've known for three days is your brother now and who you're going to entrust your sister to? ok then

[sakumasmut]

GOOD EVENING FRIEND I AM BACK. (just this weekend tho) HOW R U? I hope you're no longer sick!! please drink golden milk and boost your immune system (if you wish to do so)

- fem!tsumugi ramble?!?

since its tsumugi day I was thinking about all the fem tsumugi fanart that is out there and how she always has big titties, I think she'd absolute love to have them bitten and licked, I also whole heartedly believed she's someone who unknowingly arches her back during it pushing them in your face further but nobody complaining, I think her inner thighs would be very sensitive so she'd enjoy her thighs being slapped as she sits on her knees like a good girl... I also want to talk about how she would love having fingers in her mouth as you use your strap or cock whichever, in her, its a super pretty sight i have in mind like just her sucking and gently biting on your fingers as you ram into her? I still love her titties can't live without them..

- fem!eichi tsumugi and keito ramble including breeding by the five eccentrics?!?!

also oh my goddddd I can't stop thinking about fem!eichi fem!keito fem!tsumugi and the five eccentrics just taking their stress out on them and breeding them whilst teasing their chests I'm so sorry this is stuck in my head please!!! they have so many reasons to make those 3 into their personal cumdumps especially rei??? rei and keito?? childhood friends??? rei and eichi?? roommates after all she put him through??? rei and tsumugi would probably be softer but he's not afraid to bend her over and force her to, talking about how she's too naive and innocent or whatever

I think wataru would probably stick to just fem eichi especially after finding out her little crush on him?? oh he'd breed her gently for HOURS, where as natsume and shu would use her like no fucking tomorrow, no way she's not coming out pregnant after those two?? especially knowing they'd put her in the most humiliating positions ever, and sooner or later in breeding presses.. oh god..

fem!keito probably doesn't really get used by anyone but rei I'm sure rei will keep her full and pretty, I'm sure just rei will be enough for her to not walk properly for a while, or maybe rei decides to share her with kanata just watching how much more gentle kanata is before slamming his own hips into her now, very sensitive, hole

and fem!tsumugi?? yeah... natsume dragging her to the secret room and making her scream her lungs out, no other way, but hey? five eccentrics they'll live up to their name and make the most of their school year right? everytime they get annoyed about one of their schemes they simply drag one of them to one of the rooms and force their cum in them, I think it's pretty cool i would not mind being any of the three girls!

also I don't know where I'd fit kanata to be honest? I think he's the kinda guy that would keep the girls bent over but he'd be very into keeping their wrists tightly held behind their back or the wrists on top of their head, though I'm not sure exactly who he'd prefer out of the three, I also believe he's more into forcing them to take him down their throat, and maybe he'll cum on their face or chests simply cause it'll be humiliating, especially having to clean themselves or how they can smell him for the rest of the day as they sit in class all prim and proper what not- but that doesn't match my breeding kink so. I dunno!!! maybe he just got a need to slam his hips into the ones who upset him and his friends! plz do give your opinion on kanata THANKS I HOPE UR DOING WELL FREN!!

- 🫧

(what is golden milk,,,) but yes I’m doing better now ty!

okay I’m thinking about this too much as well. something about eccentric group sex is soooo. mmmm. going under the cut

Okay first, big agree with just using Femmugi and playing with her tits. I ADORE the idea of cockwarming her while just. biting her chest, leaving lovebites all over them. she’d definitely arch her back instinctively, all the better for me.

Okay eccentric time. Rei is railing ALL of them. He doesn’t wanna get first dibs unless the others insist because he doesn’t mind getting sloppy seconds at all, might as well let his friends have fun first you know? Plus I think he has a bit of a voyuerism thing. He has such different dynamics with all 3, he treats Eichi like the whore she is and is rough with her, knowing she doesn’t enjoy being handled as fragile. Keito, he’s so teasing with, not too rough but takes his sweet time. Tsumugi honestly like you said he’s pretty sweet with her, he probably gets along with her the most so Rei’s really soft and just enjoys playing with her boobs.

Natsume obviously has a Tsumugi bias, even if he doesn’t hate her anymore he’s still VERY rough and mean with her, so most of the time he’s the one railing her over tables and desks whenever he feels like it. He does still have that Eichi grudge though so that’s where all the rest of his hate sex goes towards. He gets bored of breeding Mugi all the time you know?

Shu pretty much hates all 3 but as much as I’d love for him to fuck all 3 I think he’d concentrate on Eichi since it’s specifically about breeding. He prefers getting stress out in others ways but he can’t resist giving the Tenshouin heir a bastard, something about ruining her life in return.

Wataru’s definitely not in it for the hate he’s in it for the SEX. Of course he can’t keep his hands off Eichi, but the other Eccentrics know Eichi would enjoy that the most so they relegate him to Keito fucker. Rei WOULD fuck Keito a lot too, but consider Wataru a tap out for when Rei is fucking one of the other 2 instead. Eichi gets fucked by all the others so her holes are a bit busy, so Keito’s duty as right hand woman is to be another breeding hole for Wataru.

Kanata..yeah I agree wouldn’t really be into hate sex either. If I had to delegate a position to him it’d be to cockwarm them while they’re bathing so that they’re always comfortable and full. Him just watching them get fucked would be good too though, if they’re lacking the equipment to keep them restrained he can pin their wrists down or lift a leg up for easy access. If you really want him to fuck someone though, probably Keito since she was the one responsible for his execution.

[masakuterarr]

Funny how everyone slowly realizes the time part thingy LMFAO ITS LITERALLY LIKE EATING POPCORN AND WATCHING HOW EVERYONE FACE IS CHANGING WHEN REALIZING- this is the best I've ever seen in my life. I wanna go over your sweet ass comments now, cuz no way I just reblog it individually- so have one big post again :) first of all THANK YOU hehe 🤍 you guys are ff cute and it brings me so much joy that I woke up today and could read your reblogs ;3; smoochies from me here!

you guys are just ff cute I can't- idk if you should read this every day but I am not holding u back LOL to go over your points now!

AMEN. It is actually cute to me how Uvo turns everything into some way of violence. Even if it's just verbally. I think one of my favorite scenes is how Uvo arrives and ignores anyone to just talk to Chrollo like "So now, I am here Boss! What are we gonna get this time? Comon give us the order already!" - I melt everytime, I swear. (also I'll give u a short video of my fav german uvo scenes in he end cuz I can't shut up about it and you have to go through this now too. I don't care, it's too late for you to get out of it anymore :) )

also AMEN! ITS SO FUNNY TO ME. Uvo just hates it. Idk if he would actually chase that mf then or just go back to the base and throw hands so everyone has to endure him being pissed.

his ego is as big as Escanor and I love it. Tho, the fucking sad thing is that exactly this ego is the thing that killed him in the end. But I will probably make an individual post for that. Cuz it's really sad if you think about it and compare it to Sarasa's death. Tho again, later on that with it's own post :)

it's just so sad- He feels guilty and he just wants to be the strongest to protect what is important to him. He said he wants to be the strongest villain ever which is bittersweet. Cuz if he is that villain that everyone fears, he can protect his friends with it. Cuz then noone would dare to get past him to touch his family, right? Fuck this shit hurts everytime...

ABSO-FUCKIGN-LUTELY He feels guilt and he HATES it. He HATES that he feels guilty because why should he? He told himself before that he is gonna do bullshit things. He actively decided to do it. And yet there he is, still feeling some guilt over it. Also what would Sarasa think if she saw them doing all this? She would surely not be happy, right? And Uvo KNOWS it. He knows it and wants to drown all these thoughts so bad. He is just a traumatized child avoiding his own reality because he is too weak to face it :')

I will go into some detail now. Cuz I kinda forgot to put it intot he original post but ah here we go. Uvogin realized at some point that Kurapika is gonna go the same shitty way he went. And that's the only reason why he laughed in the end. He knew Kurapika already did one step too far and will likely fall into the same shitty cold and horrible hole he fell into. And he knows that getting revenge doesn't get you anything. Killing didnt fill this hole he has from Sarasa's death, as much as he would like to think it did. Killing or getting his revenge is just trying to fill a horizontal hole with water. It is full for one second and then it just drips out again, till it's fully open again.

Uvogin realized that and in his last ff moment got amused by the thought that Kurapika is much likely to face the same he had to face. And tbh I find it really ff great how he got amused by that- Cuz it did show that he also finally realized and faced that reality himself.

Gosh this bebi is a ff legend.

to put it simply. YES. That is exactly what I meant and I am very sure that this is an actual thought process Togashi had for it. I will fight over this for my entire life. Don't even try me. LOL It is pureply angst and I did this with the full intension to make everyone suffer who realizes it. You're welcome. last bits now I swear

I have to thank you guys for being so supportive. Cuz otherwise I would have never posted such a thing. So it's a 'one hand washes the other'- I guess... is that how the saying goes? I think so. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN OKAY

I mean it when I say this character means a lot to me so I wanna give him some justice that he deserves. I think if Uvo had generally more screentime and more casual moments people would be hyped over him like they are for Nobunaga and Feitan. Maybe even as much as for Chrollo. Cuz hear me out, Uvogin is not a side character. He is WAY TOO important for that. The impact he had on the story is INSANE and I am a bit sad that not enough people see it. Tho maybe it's good so we have less toxic people in this small uvo bubble :D

YEP. In Togashi's name, AMEN. Uvo is a legend and he fully served. And I think the best thing that shows it is that we are literally sitting here rn and wishing for more of him. He didn't had much but what he did with that bit was crazy. And I am so happy that Togashi made Uvo a ff legend. And I am sure you can tell that Togashi has a sweet spot for Uvogin as well. And that makes me happy. Cuz as someone who has own characters for giant world buildings too, it is the best compliment ever when people love even the characters that don't appear for too long. Okay, enough with my half bible here, I will now get u my fav Uvo scenes.

here UwU (I will put the link in when I can finally upload that other post with the ff video in it cuz tumblr won't let me post a video on a reblog... thanks tumblr)

I will give u anyways cuz I FUCKING CAN. Deal with it. Watch it. This is a demand. Cuz, this might be sour for some people BUT german dub Uvo is the best Uvo and no you can not change my mind. Also fff credits to you, You know who you are (also I am bad at remembering names) I didnt know I would find another person here who watched the german dub. Thank you, you literally made my day. CUZ I CANT SHUT UP ABOUT IT *cries* anyways, enjoy, and have a nice day Uvo nation 🤍

HxH Character Analysis : UVOGIN

*cracks my fingers* alright peoples, I've been cooking this for DAYS now and I finally have everything gathered (at least I hope so). So lean back, get something to drink and maybe some paper and pen to take notes :) This will be a long one! (btw if there are missspellings I am really sorry, english is not my native language and it's too much that I wrote and I do not have the energy to look over it again- :') )

Character Analysis of Uvogin, regarding the Sarasa Incident

Numbing and Emotional Detachment

A dumb brute with just muscles and pureply driven by the joy to kill. That's probably how a lot of people would describe him. This is actually not really true and I will explain why I think that.

In my perception Uvogin pureply kills because a) it's his 'job' and b) because he wants to drown his own emotions.

There are generally 2 Options we can work with.

Uvogin kills because it's one of the only things that give him a positive feeling, which lasts short term.

Uvogin kills because it's something that numbs his emotions

If we go with option 1, we assume that Uvogin relates positive feelings with killing.

Killing the people who came to kill himself, assumingly gives Uvogin the most pleasure (kinky lol). Assumingly it gives him some kind of kick of adrenaline, knowing he might potentially gives his life. It's probably a same kind of feeling with the russian roulette. (Most people play it because of the death wish, but I don't wanna focus on that too much for Uvogin. This death wish with Uvogin can be a giant topic for itself-)

I simply think, Uvogin got addicted to this kick of adrenaline over time and now simply can't stop.

In the german dub of HxH 2011 it's even put a bit better. There Uvogin says "Because dudes like you appear here and there, I just can't stop killing. It's like an addiction"(I am just obsessed with some of the wording in different languages. Plus I LIVE for german dub Uvogin lol)

NOW, what is ironic about this, is that some moments before Kurapika asked Uvogin what they feel when killing innocent people they don't even know. To which Uvogin answers with "Nothing"

I found this weird so I came to the conclusion that Uvogin has a) to difference between killing innocent people and people who come to revenge or b) he doesn't even know it himself and he is just a confused mess, which makes sense if you consider how his mental health state is after unhealed trauma and unhealthy coping mechanism (but I will go intot his now anyways).

But if we consider Option 2, that killing people is actually numbing his feelings, he might even be the complete opposite of what we thought he is. In this case he might be a emotional mess and killing people is what calms him down.

No matter what tho, Uvogin is heavily addicted to the act of killing and he continues to kill because it's something that distracts him from his emotions. Because judging for how long this has been ago, Uvo is way too deep into this entire hole of killing as coping that he can't bare to face the reality that by now, he is probably even worse than Sarasas murder. So he drowns himself in distraction, pushing the reality down his throat so he does not have to face it. But even if he wanted to, he would probably just break at the actual realization of what he has become.

Extreme Punctuality and The Urge to Control The Uncontrollable

(ah my favorite and the least thing looked at)

At first look it is just a cute funny detail added to Uvogins character to make him a bit more relateable and whole as a character. But looking at it I actually realized a sad thing.

Remember when Sarasa went out alone? The others thought she was just gonna get the tape and come back.

If you look at it and put it simply. Sarasa was late. You know what Uvo hates? Someone being late. Nice when the realization kicks in, is it? :)

To explain it now;

When they found Sarasa in the forest, it was already too late. Uvo realized that if they were to search for her earlier or just arrive earlier, they might have had a chance to make an impact on the outcome. Or even save her life.

With this in mind, Uvogins focus on being punctional now seems less random. His anger towards his comerades being late probably isn't even intentionally. Sarasa's death might have impacted Uvo with a strong sense of responsibility as well.

He wants to gain control over things he can't even control, which is a really common coping response to trauma. He once lost control over something, which led to a tragic consequence and now he fears to lose control once again. So Uvogins 'anger' is not because he is actually mad, but because he fears that the same thing happened to them. He simply just cares and is scared that the ones he cares about are getting hurt and worst case, even die.

Because it happened once. So it's much likely to happen again, right? This is a common anxiety thought process.

Outer Persona and Antisocial Behavior

It is obvious that Uvo has a certain 'tough-guy' persona that he shows to the outside world. It becomes very clear when he fights against Kurapika

When Uvogin begins to realize that Kurapika is stronger than he thought and (from his view) maybe even stronger than himself, you can see how this persona is slowly breaking down.

Outer Personas are a common thing for people with Anxiety and Depression. So I think it is save to assume, this is the case with Uvogin. The reason for that can be really simple; from just wanting to not let the others worry about his mental state or just to seem invincible to other people/enemies.

But it can also be, that Uvogin tries to convince himself that he is invincible and not wants to accept how vulnerable he actually as. And yet again, not being able to accept that he wasn't strong enough when Sarasa needed him to be.

To the 'antisocial' part;

When they found Sarasa in the bag back then, Uvo was about to leave her and the others. This always seemed a bit off to me. Why would he leave if he cared so much about her?

People have various reactions to when they don't know how to handle a situations or emotions. Some people laugh, some cry, some stay silent and some get angry. Uvogin is seemingly someone to cope with aggression or isolation/detachment. He probably just wanted to vanish because he felt weak and helpless, and his body instinctively reacted with aggression and the attempt to cut himself out off the scene.

Even at some point in the fight against Kurapika, you can see how Uvo started to gave up and just emotionlessly repeated himself to Kurapika: "Kill me" .

This also leads to (imo) Uvogin's biggest weakness :

Uvogin and Panic

Uvo is a strong and smart fighter, when it comes to combat. He can probably plan out a lot within just a few moments and has an incredible skill at creative problem solving.

Tho, for me, it tends to panic really easily, leaving him extremely vulnerable. The best example is in his fight against Kurapika but also against the Shadow Beasts. Theres a moment when he got caught off guard and starts to slightly panic, which led him to instinctively cope with aggression;

In the 2011 anime he even calls one of them "bastard" after collabsing onto the ground.

(small addition here cuz Shal wtf, why do you look like someone got you flowers after your comerade just collabsed onto the ground, obviously about to get tortured now??)

anyways-

Uvogins Ego and Self Blame

Ofc this can just be Uvo being Uvo, as he thinks a lot of his own abilities and skills, but since this is an analysis, why not looking into it too?

Maybe Uvogin tends to have an ego problem and high temper because he does not want to get reminded that he can fail too. Because in his opinion, the last time he failed, it led to Sarasa's death.

Logically it is obviously not his fault that Sarasa died. The kids straight up didn’t know what would or could happen. But I am very sure that Uvo always blamed himself for it. The same probably goes for Chrollo and the others as well. And since Uvogin is not in a healthy envirnment, nor got treatment for his trauma ever, he surely blames himself.

(And at this point he surely is not able to stop/change his mind on that anymore. Uvo would straight up rage if he was put into a therapist's office LOL)

A similar thought process might have happened when Uvo got kidnapped by the nostrade family and the others had to save him. After all, it would fit a LOT into his pattern of feeling vulnerable and coping with aggression trying to protect his ego. Cuz if he doesn’t he has to face the reality that he was too weak (again) and the others had to save him, putting them indirectly in potential danger.

His thought process is probably something like: I was too weak → others had to save me → IF they get injured or worst case someone dies bc of it, it is his fault → Cuz they had to save HIM. Because this again is a comon pattern when it comes to Anxiety and Depression.

which leads me to the next point;

Overcompensation with strength and the fear of weakness

My last point. A simple but sad one.

Uvo simply feats of being weak. So he purely focuses on physical strength and mastering his nen as an enhancer.

"If I am too weak, I just need to get stronger, right?"

Because he is an enhancer, he would probably think this simple. And even if we look at it from a depression perspective; A quick way out and taking the first idea to not waste any more time. Especially since Uvo does not seem to be much of an overthinker.

He had emptiness and many questions inside him and his first instinctive answer was strength. As simple as that.

gosh this was a lot- but I warned you before so don't blame me LOL

I hope I was able to explain my thought about him and how I look at him :) I will maybe do a second part, focusing on the "death wish" part I talked about earlier! We will see, no promises.

Feel free to tell me your opinion on this! I would love to hear them 🤍

[portalhan]

⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆ after the play is over

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

format: one shot

themes: fluff, angst if u reeeeallllly squint, unrequited love, childhood friends to lovers, implied '80s high school au

warnings: none

word count: 4.8k

fae's notes: this took me longer than i'd like to admit – i'm a bit of a perfectionist so i kept going back to change things about the plot everytime i was almost done. but here we are! also, this was heavily inspired by reply 1988 (the best k-drama to ever exist). go watch it! (also, i'm kind of considering writing a very brief (few hundred words, maybe?) sequel to this about the friend group's reactions to them dating now, or something about dj felix reading chan's postcards on air. let me know if that's something you guys would be interested in!) as always, let me know what you thought of this by reblogging and sharing in the tags or comments... love u guys &lt;3

to listen while you read: 'after the play is over' by sharp

a crinkle, followed by a pop. cool ranch doritos are now strewn across the floor of hyunjin's bedroom.

the seven of you sit silently, bodies frozen. chan subtly looks to his side, where his best friends and neighbours – y/n, jeongin, seungmin, jisung, hyunjin and changbin – were sprawled across the floor in front of the television set, currently playing that brand new vcr copy of e.t. he got from the corner store earlier today.

chan immediately susses out the culprit – jisung, with his fingers still gripping the sides of the doritos bag, has a deadpan expression on his face, but chan knew him well enough to spot the sheepishness in his eyes.

"sorry," jisung breaks the silence with a soft mumble. your gaze pans over to the rest of your friends – chan sees hyunjin, eyes still glued to the tv despite the remnants of jisung's chip mishap on his hair and pants. seungmin sits at the other end of your group and rolls his eyes upon making eye contact with chan. all he can do is giggle softly, while jeongin starts whining, "hyung!"

an exasperated sigh is heard escaping from hyunjin's lips. he turns to jisung, frown on his face and chip crumbs still on his head, as he grumbles, "dumbass, why the hell are you eating chips now? aren't we going to have dinner soon? getting your shit all over us, too."

"how is it my fault the bag opened like that?!" jisung raises his voice to defend himself, albeit a bit too aggressively. changbin, who sits between both hyunjin and jisung, silently and awkwardly dusts some chips off his lap in silence. the bickering only intensifies. "shut the fuck up already, we can't hear what they're saying," you hiss, lightly punching jisung's arm. he whines and dramatically rubs his arm, although it does eventually work.

chan watches you as you put jisung back in his place, the corners of his lips turned up in an indulgent smile without realising. he decides to scooch a little closer to you, nudge your arm with his as he leaned closer towards you. you smell like apples – he remembers seeing a new bottle of apple-scented body soap in your bathroom while he was over at yours a couple days ago. he could feel the skin on his arm slightly grazing your own. "you're going to break his arm off one day, you know," he whispers in your ear, carefully in order to prevent the others from eavesdropping. you had his eyes glued to your face, as he watches it contort from a deadpan to a smug look. "he deserves it," you scoff. "if not me then who else?"

you have all been best friends for longer than you can even remember – having grown up on the same street with parents who are close-knit neighbours, that meant plenty of sleepovers, hangouts, study sessions and dinners together almost every day of the week. the six of you would spend most of your time together at hyunjin's for reasons chan can't exactly pinpoint. although, he does remember overhearing seungmin tell his parents it was because he was the only one with a television in their room. he supposes that's true.

you saw each other grow up from pre-school. pretty much. but you and chan were especially close – at first it was because your families' homes were just separated by a single fence, but as you grew older, your friendship grew to become more than just of convenience. the two of you were basically conjoined at the hip; you were each other's go to for pretty much everything. although the six of you would spend a lot of your free time together, somehow, you spent more with chan.

both you and chan were really into music growing up. you would often make mixtapes for each other filled with songs you were digging that particular week. you also made each other mixtapes as a means of communicating – if one of you was sad or stressed, the other would curate a mixtape for the other as a means of helping you feel better. so, now chan has a pile of cassette tapes stacked on his shelf with your handwriting scrawled over the plastic covers, and you had the same. chan found himself listening to your mixtapes more than anything – he always had his favourite, albeit worn from use, walkman with him wherever he went, and a specific mixtape from you to fit the mood of that day.

chan isn't exactly sure when he began feeling things for you, feelings he is well aware friends should not feel for each other. he guesses it must have crept up on him without him knowing after so many years as friends, but he does remember when he realised. it was a rainy sunday about a year ago now, he and you were chilling in his room as you waited for the rain to clear. it was late afternoon, he remembers, and his parents were out doing some weekend grocery runs. you were lying on his bed as he was sitting by his floor desk, trying to finish some last minute homework before class the next day. he wasn't sure exactly what you were doing – his back was facing you – but he remembers you beginning to hum a very faint, familiar melody.

"after the play is over / i'm alone in the audience / the stage with the lights off / did you see me?"

it was sharp's 'after the play is over'. he knew it, because he introduced the song to you in a mixtape he gave you for when you were feeling down in the dumps a couple months ago, after you failed your english test. he wasn't sure why, but he felt his heart swell in his chest. kind of like heartache, except it made him feel weirdly fuzzy inside. before he knew it, he started blushing and smiling to himself as he continued to eavesdrop on you gently humming the song. he just sat there, pen in hand, body frozen, eyes glued to his notebook but unable to take in anything aside from your voice. he remembers thinking about how lucky he was to have his back facing you in that moment, because he probably would have exposed himself if he didn't.

he wasn't sure why that particular moment hit him as hard as it did, either. it was a fleeting moment, and yet for some reason it stuck to his mind and heart like superglue. ever since that fateful day, some part of him feels like the luckiest bastard on earth to be able to call himself your best friend, yet another part of him wishes he hadn't been stupid enough to fall for you – it's like he was destined to always be in reach, yet never fully able to have you. he was 100% certain you never felt the same way for you, because why would you? you were pretty, kind, intelligent and funny. you were way too good for him, he often thinks to himself. after a while, he felt comfortable in this liminal space of loving you from a distance. not to mention the fact that the last thing he'd ever want to do is to jeopardise the irreplaceable friendship he shared with you; years of time spent together would immediately get tossed out the window the minute he messed it up by being selfish enough to confess. he cherished you and your friendship way too much to do that.

that doesn't mean he's brooding in his love for you on his own. chan has his ways of releasing his feelings rather than bottling them up, though – he sends postcards to a local radio station that reads out anonymous love letters on air. he knows it's cheesy, but he remembers a classmate of his doing something like that and it working out for him in the end. it might be a delusion on his end, but it really does help – something about writing the lovesick thoughts he cooks up in his head and hearing someone else read them aloud while simultaneously giving him advice is incredibly comforting. hearing other strangers' stories of unrequited love assures him he isn't alone either. so he does it – every friday when the weekly 'cupid's arrow' segment on kbs' cool fm goes live.

but the walls of chan's little fortress of fantasy began to crumble when he stumbled upon you at the nearby bus stop one day before class. it was february 10, he remembered. the two of you have a pretty solid routine of meeting each other there every morning to catch the bus together, so to see you standing underneath the bus stop pole that day, so eagerly smiling and chatting with some guy in your year – he thinks his name was minho? he couldn't be sure – made his blood boil. he approaches the two of you, only to have you greet him and introduce him to this annoyingly good looking guy. "chan! get over here," you beckon him over. he hasn't seen you this excited in a while, he thinks of himself. how annoying. "this is minho. he's in 3-3? he's in the school's dance club." minho flashes him a smile and raises his hand to wave him a brief hello, while leaning against the bus stop pole with his other hand in his pocket. no matter how annoying chan thought minho was based on limited interaction, he couldn't deny the fact that he was even prettier up close.

before chan could stage an intervention between you and minho, the bus arrived just on cue. the three of you boarded, and were subsequently met with the usual crowd of other schoolmates who filled the bus like a pack of sardines. to make things worse, the sheer volume of people on the bus caused chan to get reasonably separated from you and minho — now he was about three sweaty boys away. chan wishes he was quick enough to have done something about your newfound friendship with minho – where did he come from, anyway? he doesn't even think you guys knew each other before today. he grips the pole on the bus a lot harder than he usually does, and grits his teeth as he watches you and minho chat it up in his peripheral vision. he couldn't even hear what you two were talking so happily about, which made him feel worse.

the rest of your day in school carried on as per usual. you and chan didn't share any of your classes with each other this semester, but you ate lunch together with the other boys as usual. all of you – hyunjin, changbin, seungmin, jeongin and jisung included – met at the school gates once the day was done and took the bus home together as per usual. no minho in sight, chan notes. he thanks god. after the bus drops you off, you all go your separate ways; the other boys lived on the other side of where the bus stop was located. it was when you and chan walking together back home that he finally decided to pluck up the courage to ask you about your exact relationship with pretty boy lee.

"oh, minho? i didn't really know him very well either," you shrug, eyes kept straight ahead. "in fact, he hadn't talked to me at all till we bumped into each other in the hallway yesterday. i didn't realise he even lived in the vicinity till we bumped into each other again at the bus stop this morning."

that's odd, chan thinks. "what do you guys even have to talk about if you aren't friends?" you raise an eyebrow.

"what's up with you? is my little channie getting upset that someone might steal best friend status away from him?" you coo, ruffling his hair and laughing. chan couldn't help but laugh too, he liked it when you babied him like that. but the situation at hand was no laughing matter. "maybe," he said. "okay i'm kidding – i was just curious. i just have never seen you guys interact." the atmosphere suddenly got serious pretty quick when you stopped in your tracks.

"actually," you hesitated a little, not without chan noticing. he's very observant. "he kind of asked me out." chan feels a sharp pain in his chest. is this what... heartbreak feels like? "he said it was because valentine's day was coming up, and he wanted to get to know me 'outside of school'." you raise your hands to gesticulate quotation marks. chan tried his best to maintain any semblance of what anyone would consider a normal facial expression – he had worked so hard to keep his unrequited love for you under wraps for this ilong, he sure as hell wasn't going to lose his streak now, and over some guy named minho at that. he was better than that.

"what did you tell him?"

"i told him i'd think about it."

"oh."

the two of you continue walking in silence, your houses now in view. "what do you think of him, then?" chan probes after a while. he needed to scope out the competition. wait, competition? why is he calling minho his competition if he's not even playing the game? "i think he's cute, talented, funny sometimes. but i don't know," you say, tone vaguely contemplative. chan's heart sinks even further. why did he even ask you that if he knows the answer might hurt him? "i'm still getting over someone else. maybe this is my chance."

that was it, the breaking point. chan feels his heart shatter upon hearing the words escape your lips. not only did minho – a guy who was better than him in every way, shape and form – ask you out and somehow fail, but you had another guy you were crushing on too? if minho didn't meet the mark, how could chan ever dream of it?

at this point, the two of you were already by your gates. chan thanks god again – he doesn't think he's able to continue the conversation without doing or saying something he would regret. the both of you bid each other brief farewells, and he immediately storms up to his room, dropping his bag on the floor and crashing into his bed. all he wants to scream. he might even want to cry. what the hell should he do?

light bulb. he immediately reaches for the landline phone by his bed and dials for seungmin. it rings for a couple seconds, until seungmin's monotonous voice can be heard over the line. "kim seungmin speaking," he says catatonically.

"hey, it's me."

"chan? what's up? i literally just saw you, like, 10 minutes ago."

"it's about y/n."

silence. "oh, dear god." chan could hear seungmin slapping his forehead with his palm over the phone. "what is it this time?"

chan fills him in on the events of the first half of the day. seungmin has known about chan's crush on you for a few months now, after he caught him staring at you a little longer than what would be considered a normal amount. chan hates how observant seungmin was, but he had to admit it was nice having someone else to talk to about the sticky situations he found himself in with you. once seungmin was all caught up, all he could do was sigh really deeply over the line.

"has it ever occurred to you that this 'someone else' might be you?"

chan immediately shoots the idea doown – he couldn't let himself build expectations. "no way," he rebuts firmly. "they have never shown me any sign. at all. things have always been the same with us, and that's because we're best friends." seungmin groans slightly.

"you can't keep doing this, chan. the only person you're hurting is yourself by keeping things to yourself like this. there's a 50-50 chance they may or may not like you back – i'd take those chances if i were you," seungmin told him, voice uncharacteristically stern. was seungmin being serious right now?

"if not for anything else, do it for yourself. do it for a peace of mind. you and i both know y/n isn't the type to let something like this get in the way of your friendship, and you guys are the closest of any of us. i think you need to have more faith in your friendship and in y/n."

chan is taken aback, to say the least. who knew seungmin was so... emotionally intelligent? "wow, thanks seungmin. that was surprisingly insightful. i'll think about it," chan says, eyes wandering over to his stash of blank cassette tapes and his record player sitting by the corner of his desk. he just thought of the perfect idea.

"what do you mean 'surprisingly'? i've always been great at this," seungmin questions, feigning offence. chan chuckles, and quickly says his goodbyes before ending the call in haste. he sits by his desk and puts his headphones on. he plugs them into the record player along with a cheap little mic. his finger presses down on the record button and he starts speaking into the mic.

he clears his throat first, feeling his heart beat all the way into his throat. he should've thought of this properly first. he freezes. he has the words swimming around in his brain, but why can't he say them out loud? he just goes on like this for the next half hour – messing up his speech, mispronouncing words, deleting recordings because he thought they didn't encapsulate what he felt the best he could.

after what felt like a hundred tries, chan finally nails it. he plays it back and listens to his own voice – not without cringing, of course:

"y/n, hi. i know this is weird – we've never recorded messages in our mixtapes before. but that's because this isn't an ordinary mixtape... it's..." he can be heard taking a deep breath to calm down in the background. "it's a confession mixtape. i... i'm in love with you. i have been for a while now. and i know it's crazy of me to say this when it has the huge risk of destroying our friendship forever, but i can't keep pretending anymore."

another deep breath. his heart was pounding. "it's you. it's always been you. every moment i'm with you, i feel so alive. and every moment i'm not with you, all i can bring myself to do is think about you. it drives me insane. i'm just sorry you had to find out about it this way. you don't have to say or feel anything in return for me, i know you probably don't. but i still want to be friends, because before everything else, you are my best friend first. i love you. enjoy this mixtape."

his heart was pounding so hard he could hear and feel it in his ears. his face was probably as red as a beetroot right now, but he supposes this will do – he can't keep recording and deleting his messages over and over again, anyway. he then gets to work on recording songs for the music portion of the mixtape – the first song, of course, is sharp's 'after the play is over'.

several hours later, he was finally done crafting the best confession mixtape he could conjure up – 15 songs that reminded him of key moments you shared together, along with aforementioned message. he couldn't really bring himself to hand it to you personally, so he kept looking for avenues through which he could silently sneak it in your backpack or leave it in your room whenever he came over, but as his luck would have it, you were always appearing at the last second to thwart his plans. chan ended up holding onto the cassette for longer than he probably should have, which left plenty of space for him to doubt the act of confessing in the first place.

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it's the following saturday. hyunjin was off to jeonju to see some extended family for the weekend, and he demanded that the rest of you "don't do anything until i'm back or else", so your group of friends had to spend some time without each other's company today. you were pretty low in spirits about not seeing the guys though, so you rung up chan to see if he was down to spend some time with you today.

"y/n? what's up?"

"chan, i know hyunjin said he didn't want us to hang out without him today, but i'm so bored. mum and dad aren't home," you rambled. chan chuckled on the other end. you could almost see how he looked like laughing like that right now. "can i come over and chill for bit? order some tteokbokki from the shop nearby and listen to some new music maybe?"

you could hear the faint melodies of sharp's 'after the party is over' in the background on his end. you gasp dramatically. "you're already listening to my favourite song without me? now i have to come over!" you teased. "you would've come over even if i said no anyway," chan snarkily points out. you couldn't help but chortle – he knew you way too well.

"be there soon."

"okay," chan pauses. "actually, could you help us get the mail before you come in? i was supposed to get it earlier but i was too lazy. this is your payment for bothering me today."

you huff and roll your eyes. "fine." you hang up.

you quickly grab your keys and a couple of mixtapes you've been listening to lately – all curated and given to you by chan –  and rush out the door. you stop by his mailbox on the way into his abode – a rusty, flimsy excuse of a mailbox – and grab whatever was inside. most of them were thick white or brown envelopes addressed to his parents, but there was one particular item in there that stood out among the rest.

it was a tattered postcard, obviously mishandled by some postmen, a tourist knick knack depicting the namsan tower in the city centre. it had a limited edition seoul olympics '88 stamp glued onto the top right corner, and a bunch of words scrawled on the back in what you can only recognise as chan's chicken scratches. you were confused. since when did chan write letters, let alone postcards? he couldn't even write proper essays to begin with – you've always had to help him with those.

you notice this was sent about two weeks ago. red ink is impressed over the postage stamp to read the words 'returned to sender'. underneath that was a checklist of reasons why the postal service would return letters, with the one for 'wrong/invalid address' being ticked off.

you and chan never really had anything to hide, so you assumed he wouldn't mind you reading this peculiar postcard.

dear dj felix, it's me again, my name is bang chan. please refer to me as chris when you read this on 'cupid's arrow' – i want to remain anonymous of course. i just wanted to tell you about my first love. let's call them apple. we've been best friends and next door neighbours ever since we were born, and we're so close that we tell each other everything. but i can't tell them about this, because they don't like me back. it's been about a year now since i've been aware of my feelings for them, and it hasn't gotten easier. every time i'm near apple, i feel so lucky, like i must've saved the king in my past life or something. but it also hurts to know that nothing will ever happen. what should i do? how do i move on? anyway, first love is so much more painful than anyone else says it is. i know they probably won't listen to this show, they're not huge on radio, but on the off chance they are: apple, i'm sorry. i complicated things. it's okay if you don't like me back – i'll be here for you always. i love you. i wanna dedicate a song to them: 'after the play is over', by sharp.

what the hell did you just read? a whole myriad of thoughts are just racing through your mind right now; all you could do at the moment was just stand there, in front of chan's house, staring at the postcard. chan... liked you? no, he was in love with you, he said. you felt your heart twist and turn so hard in your chest you thought you could have a cardiac arrest anytime now. your ears were ringing; you could even feel blood rushing up to your neck and cheeks. you were sure your face was flushed to hell right now.

you keep reading the postcard over and over again until you felt a single tear roll down your cheek. you hastily wiped it off with your sleeve, mail in hand, and slowly approached the front door to ring the bell. your hands were shaking, you noted. shortly after, the front door to the bang residence swings open and you were greeted by the familiar sight of your best friend.

"dude, you took so long! i thought you changed your mind or something," he exclaims, leaning against the front door. the moment he takes in the troubled expression on your face, his face falls. "y/n? are you okay? did something happen?"

you hold up the postcard. chan's eyes widen; he begins to panic.

"w-where did you get that?"

"found it in your mailbox."

oh, shit.

"y/n, i'm so sorry. i was literally going to tell you i swe-"

it happened quicker than chan could register. one blink, and suddenly you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him so tight he felt the breath getting squeeze out of his lungs. you buried your face in the familiar grooves of his shoulder blade, tears spilling out of your eyes and soaking his sweater. "i thought you didn't like me back," you tell him shakily, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

chan is in so much shock he couldn't even give you a proper hug back. a trembling "what?" was all he could manage. you detach your body from his and take chan in, faces mere inches away, eyes bloodshot as you stared into his. "i was always in love with you, you idiot. i didn't think you'd ever feel the same for me," you tell him quietly, almost like a whisper. "i didn't want us to not be friends anymore if i said anything. so i just never did."

and to think he was literally going to confess to you today. "b-but... minho...?" he muttered. his brain was malfunctioning, hard. this was kind of embarrassing – he was usually better at words than this. "you said you'd consider him?"

"yeah, because i didn't anything would ever happen between us." you tell him, finger poking his chest before your hands reached up to cup his face. you feel him lean into your touch. this was the stuff of dreams, chan thinks to himself. you step on your tippy toes, slowly leaning in to kiss him, but chan quickly closes the gap to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. they're soft – just as he'd always imagined it to be – maybe a little salty from all the tears. he feels you wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, secretly peeking through an eye to watch as your cheeks began colouring to a bright red. he begins grinning and giggling softly into the kiss.

as soon as you let go, you press your foreheads against each other. "there is no way this is real," chan breathes. "pinch me." you oblige, not without him whining about how much that hurt. "what? you asked me to pinch you."

"touche," chan pauses for a second to steal a longer glance at you, eyes softening as he scans your face. you get a little shy, and quickly look away. "first of all, let's get inside and go up to my room. we are doing this by my door and i'm pretty sure there were several poor passerbys who had to witness that."

your heart sinks. oh my god. that is so embarrassing. "secondly, i was going to confess to you with a mixtape and i worked so hard on it. it's kind of lame that you found out through this embarrassing little postcard."

"i think it's sweet."

"y/n, i love you, but no." chan grabs your hand and leads you inside. "that never happened."

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[kidrat]

dean transfag moments masterpost

(part 1 - seasons one through five)

'my boobs' in s1e1 as his answer to if anything about him is real (bonus he is being slammed over a car by a police officer at this moment)

'do I look like Paris Hilton?' (s1e5) this one should be self explanatory

automatically wearing the towel Like That round his head in s1e8 even tho his hair is short. i know what you are

AND in s1e10, sleeping shirtless but with the blanket clutched over his chest a la female love interest post sex scene

s1e13, His relationship with Cassie ending because he 'came out' as a Hunter and then promptly fucked off. the vibes r like,,,, they were girlfriends and Dean freaked out because he didn't think she'd be into the real him. also u know they were butch/femme.

[image description: Sam looking distraught. The subtitles read ‘But you can’t just fill up that hole with whoever you want to.’ End description]

making Sam third wheel in s2e3 while he does shots w the bad boy whose life he just saved. in general his whole Buffy/Faith thing with Gordon. the question of whether he's 'like you' (Gordon) or like sam. but also. The phrasing here ^^^ as Sam accuses Dean of following Gordon around because of his dead daddy issues. Wow.

the only men who would introduce themselves with their star sign (s2e7) are slags, fags, and egg repressor partners of cool bisexual women. dean is or has been all three.

'mmm, Daphne, love her!' (while talking about scooby doo, in s2e11) who TALKS like that! PLEASE work on your heterosexual man impression, this is so far into parody that it's camp

'you are kind of butch, I think you're overcompensating' << from Sam, same episode, when Dean asks why people keep assuming they're gay. what have i been SAYING!

S4e1 he references ‘my perky nipples’ as the answer to what makes him so special. Exactly what I would have done. No notes.

Look. I am not going to include every Castiel interaction or we’d be here all day. But, same ep as above, Castiel saying he thought Dean would be able to comprehend his real form/voice was verrryyy inchresting

Ok, Jesus, I thought ‘my boobs’ was bad but that is still within the realms of cis boy joke. On the other hand, find me a cis boy who not only uses the word ‘hymen’ but refers to their own???? (S4e5)

S4e14 a siren who has so far only appeared as female strippers ensnares Dean as some guy who thinks Dean’s cool and shares his music taste.

Totally eclipsed by ^^^ but even the fact he spent his time in a strip club talking with his new boy best friend about led zeppelin

Normal Guy Dean in s4e17 casually chatting about project runway?????

THEY COPIED HIS OUTFIT OFF A FUCKING KEN DOLL???

s5e5 the anecdote about a girlfriend making him try on her silky panties* and him kinda liking it.

I lied I will include the occasional Cas moment: Same ep Dean's nightmare-scenario-future Cas being an aggressively heterosexual slut . But also present-day-Dean’s initial joy at hearing that Cas is still around and you ‘can’t get rid of him’. Scream

(Do you think nightmare-scenario-future Cas and nightmare-scenario-future Dean ever let the streams cross during the biweekly spiritual mmfffff sevensome)

s5e7 Dean becomes an old man and immediately decides fuck it, time to lounge about in a short robe

ok this i can't explain but the silly dancing he does when he's young again. old timey corny yet self aware careless tboy swag

it feels like cheating to even put Dean's obvious mancrush on 'Dr Sexy' (s5e8) on here but like. im not gonna not put it on

And finally, that in his weakest moment, mourning every significant relationship he had, we are shown how bad it’s gotten when Dean succumbs to the lamest most out of character lifestyle possible: bland, monogamous heterosexuality

*having to use that word makes me wanna throw up. ur welcome

[kat-got-lost]

Hello! How are you? I hope you're okay ^^ Well I wanna request (If it's fine) Dream team in love with Y/N and fight for them (For wining their heart) some fluffy stuff u know UwU (If it's not fine with you please ignore this UnU have a good day ^^

hello loves it's 2am, im on mobile and decided to knock out some requests so sorry for weird formats :)

(A/N: changed up the request a bit, bc it was similar to something I've been thinking about the last couple days,,)

poly!dreamteam x cat hybrid!reader

warning// none

genre// fluff

format//headcanons, drabble

poly!dt x gn!reader (pronouns aren't exactly mentioned, male reader is implied but there's fem and gn options as well :)

(in game AU)

(A/N #2: forgot to mention y/n is like a cat shapeshift? they can turn into a cat but they've also got the human form which consists of the cat ears nd stuff)

before they find you they're not exactly dating, they're kind of on that edge where it's like "lol, yes, just homies, haha u n l e s s"

so, one day sapnap's out gathering more stuff from the mines because they're running out of stuff, after maybe a day or two, he's just doing his own thing and then he hears meowing and he's like "what the fuck"

very confused because you rarely see cats in caves and mines, at least not as deep as he was

sapnap's first though was "someone probably has an underground house and their cat got out" but after a bit of examining he realizes you don't have a collar or anything

you had gotten lost and seeked shelter in a cave until you could safely get back to your makeshift shack

you'd decided to stay in your cat form since it was more practical, and it took less energy from you

saps heart kind of just,,melts,,because you'd been lost and it'd been around a week since you felt comfort so you're purring and snuggling into sapnap's touch

sap sets up a small shelter for you and gives you some food and water, he was planning on heading back that day so he decided that the shelter would be safe enough to leave you in so he could finish his job

he takes you home to dream and george and is like "hey lol, we have a cat now" the second he sees you dream basically snatches you out of sapnap's arms and it's cooing at you and scratching your ears *he literally melts at your purs

george on the other hand, not as a estatic, he's not upset to have you here, no, no, not at all he's more "what the fuck we don't have the resources to properly take care of a cat"

dream runs a bath for you because of how dusty you are due to the cave dust

after sapnap gives you a bowl of warm milk and some fish they had, he lets you roam around the house and you settle on george's room where you join him on the bed

george knows you're on the bed and expects to wake up to a fuzzy cat cuddled up to him, but what the didn't expect was a whole ass human snuggled into his chest

screams. fucking s c r e a m s

sapnap and dream think he's just been murdered and run into his room

very confused when they see you, get a little protective of george and start yelling, it scares you and you transform back into your cat form and they're like ",,,o h h"

you transform back and you're like "hh sorry, do you want me to leave? or?"

all three of the boys just collectively go "N O" they all think you're a very cute kitty, kitty that is also a very pretty boy/person/girl? pog?

you explain how you got in the caves and the whole situation

skip forward a bit forward and they're used to your routine, having you around and just you in general

these boys, THESE B O Y S- they will absolutely smother you in affection

it's almost like a competition for them, they like to compete to see who can hold your attention longer or who can just get your attention in general

dream likes to bake with you and you guys curl up on the couch after and eat whatever you guys baked, sapnap likes taking you on adventures, takes you on picnics and through pretty fields, forests, etc george likes napping with you, loves cuddling with you because you're so soft and squishy, enjoys when you play with his hair and likes to play with yours (if you can't play with your hair he likes to just give you headpats and lots of cat ear scratches)

eventually you get annoyed of them arguing over who gets to do what with you and you're like "why don't we date- you three are literally in love with each other and me and i love all three of you 😠😠"

you can see the gears turning in each of their heads *dream just goes "huh, why didn't we think of that before- works for me (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) " *

now you're all one big adorable relationship

cuddles, so. many. cuddles

lots of headpats, picnic dates and movie dates

constant teasing, which normally sounded like "awwhh such a cute kitty" from sapnap and "such a good boy/kitty (? person didn't sound right there, replace it with whatever gn term you want :)/girl" from dream and george

overall such a cute and cuddly relationship, 10/10, would want to be dteam's cat boy

(A/N it's now,,,3 am,,i'll be writing some other requests tomorrow morning :)

[embracedthevoid]

hey here’s another missing moment if no one has asked this yet!

how exactly did wilhelm get into a club fight in the first place? we all know that he’s not usually aggressive (even when he’s high and drunk off his ass) so what pissed him off so much??

(i always headcanon it being some brand of homophobia but interested to see what u think!!)

Hello friend! I'm finally getting around to posting this, so yay! Personally, I don't think it was about anything homophobic, so I went a different route. Also, after discussing it with a few people, I don't think Wilhelm was intentionally aggressive, because you're right, it is pretty OOC for him. To me, I think the whole fight was just an unfortunate mixture of pushing and shoving and loudness that everything just became an anxiety-inducing mess for Wilhelm, so he was working on instinct rather than reason. With that said, I would also love to see your take on this scene... so if you decided to fill in the blanks with your own version thennn....👀

Not so lucky

Word Count: 736 Rated: Teen and up Link to ao3

Normally, Wilhelm can manage his way out of a situation like this, and by manage, he means he slips away before it escalates. This time, however, Wilhelm isn't so lucky.

"Hey," Wilhelm hears a voice boom from behind him, "my girlfriend was talking to you!" The guy sounds pissed, which is fair. Wilhelm did just ignore them both, barely glancing in their direction.

There's a hand tugging at Wilhelm's jacket, yanking him back. Wilhelm's chest tightens between panic and irritation as he shakes his arm free, twisting it out of the stranger's grip and making it down the last few steps.

"Can I take a picture, please?" The girl says, her voice shrill enough to cut through the booming music.

Wilhelm ignores her again, hoping and praying that they'll take the hint. Wishing that for once in his life, he could just enjoy a party without getting singled out and made into a photo op.

"Hey! What the fuck?" The same guy angrily shouts, and Wilhelm tries not to look back, gathering with his friends on the lower level. "I'm talking to you," The voice threatens again, so Wilhelm finally turns around and–

Well, this can't be good.

One of Wilhelm's friends (Lukas) tries to step forward, telling the guy to back off, but it does nothing to tame the tense air growing around them. The guy's girlfriend follows behind nervously, trying to pull him back but failing miserably. "Take a picture with my fucking girlfriend." He threatens, "What? Do you think you're better than us? That she's not worth it? Fuck that!" The guy spits.

Wilhelm doesn't have a chance to defend his actions because chaos builds around him in seconds, and suddenly he's being pulled in every direction. Someone is gripping the front of his shirt as he's being rattled around like a doll. He feels someone trip behind him and pushes Wilhelm forward. As he stumbles to catch himself, his forehead connects square with the guy who had been yelling down his neck earlier, and it fucking hurts.

A flash of black radiates from the font of Wilhelm's skull, vibrating through to his spine. He can feel it in his jaw, behind his eyes, under his skin. The blow is disorienting. Wilhelm tries to straighten himself, unsure of his surroundings, still being shoved left and right. Someone is pushing close in front of him, and Wilhelm tries to step back to shove them off and find his balance again, but before he can, there's a hard blow just under his eye.

If he thought the headbutt was painful, this is excruciating.

Wilhelm nearly hits the floor from the force, but he manages to only tumble into the legs of a group of people behind him. He catches his hand on the sticky floor and startles when a hand grips his shoulder. He's about to spin back and wind his fist (not that he actually knows how to throw a punch or would even follow through with it), but he thankfully stops himself when he realizes it's Lukas who's hulling him up and dragging him to the top of the stairs and out of the club.

Wilhelm's stomach sinks with disappointment when they stumble through the doors and into the damp outside air. He didn't even make it five minutes without his position ruining the evening. Not only have things gone horrible for Wilhelm, but also for Lukas, the one friend kind enough to drag his idiotic ass out of there, and plop him on the curb.

"I'm sorry," Wilhelm croaks, feeling something thick and heavy on his cheek. He reaches to touch it, and something warm coats his fingers. Blood.

"Don't be sorry. That guy was a jerk." His friend says with a mild shrug, and types something into his phone, then wraps his hand under Wilhelm's elbow to help him back to his feet.

"Where are we going?" Wilhelm asks with a panicked edge. He only barely managed to sneak here, claiming he was staying the night at Josh's house, the only friend Wilhelm's mother approves of, and Josh is, of course, not here.

"I called my dads. They said you can stay the night at mine." Lukas explains, sighing as he glances down at his phone, shivering as it begins to rain.

"Thank you," Wilhelm mumbles, hating everything about his life. "I appreciate it."

His mom is going to kill him.

[taones]

𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐍𝐒//𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

Pairing: tanka x gender neutral!reader (afab)

Note: Its 1am this probably sucks

Warnings: Smut (duh), mentions of public sex

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

tanaka is the sweetest and you cannot change my mind that he is touch starved. therefore, aftercare is the perfect opportunity for him to cuddle you and tell you how good you did or the other way round, depending on your preferred dynamics. If he's doing the aftercare, he always has a sports drink next to the bed for you and makes sure you drink it and have come down from your high before he drags you into the shower with him.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It's his abs. Not to be predictable but they're something he worked hard on and it definitely payed off, so what if he likes seeing the look on your face when you see them?

Ryu is an ass man through and through, he matter the size his hands are all over that thing. Even when you're making out his hands are squeezing and rubbing your ass like it's his personal treasure.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He is lowkey a messy person when it comes to cum, yours or his. He likes yours all over his face and in his mouth sk he can taste you. However, he prefers his to be over your ass or the back of your thighs if he isn't allowed to come inside you (his first choice).

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He kinda likes pain. It isnt really a dirty secret cause it takes him a while to notice but he can't help but shiver and moan when you scratch your nails down his back or bite his neck to muffle your moans. Tanaka even likes pressing down on them to feel some pain when he gets off.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he has a decent amount of experience maybe a couple of other people but he does research this kinda stuff and tries his best to adhere to any feedback you give him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Any position he can see your ass in. Just the visual of his hips hitting your ass and it jiggling could make him come so he prefers reverse cowgirl etc. Not picky though, hes Tanaka.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I feel like its 50/50 with Ryu. He could totally go for giggly sex and a lot of the time it is. If you start laughing about something he'll join in and he even laughs at himself a lot during it too. However, if hes super worked up then it's all about ramming you/getting rammed into the mattress and giggles can come during aftercare thanks.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He probably shaves. If it's not almost completely hairless then it's very well groomed and kept short. Couldn't care less about your body hair, he just doesn't like it on him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

When he really gets into it, especially when hes about to finish, he gives out more and more praise. This can range from complimenting your body and making lewd comments to straight up repeating goes much he loves you. Apart from that, hes fairly romantic but not really if you get me. He'll praise you but he isnt exactly laying out verbal rose petals.

J = Jerk Off (How often, what are they thinking about, …)

Hes a horny bastard, he jerks off a lot. With your permission, he probably has some photos saved of you that he uses to get off and if not he has plenty of memories of you that he can use as inspiration.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I firmly believe he is up to trying anything at least once. However, does have a thing for quite literally fucking you stupid. The whole eyes unfocused, drooling and unable to say anything but his name makes him hard just at the thought.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. Has literally no shame but hes a little possessive so, if you're doing in in public, he's making sure nobody can see you because that's his and his only to look at. This being said, he has a thing for shower sex. The way the water flows down your body makes sure that he is at least a little hard and you can't really take a shower together without it ended with probably a blow job.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear certain clothes. For example if you're wearing something tight or short he can't help but oggle a lot. God forbid you decided to wear some of his clothes or walk around in nothing but his tshirt and underwear. Tanaka really won't be able to control himself.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Like nasty degradation. He doesn't like anything that could potentially emotionally hurt you, even if you like it. Insulting you, sexual or not, will always leave him with a feeling of guilt and he just can't carry on with whatever you guys were doing

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Now, he likes getting his dick sucked cause duh. However, he lives for giving you oral. Tanaka can and will be between your legs all day if he could and this means face sitting is an amazing experience. His skills are nothing to blink at either, be can get you to be a moaning mess within seconds and he probably gets a couple of piercings just to make that experience better for you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

With the exception of when you're upset, Tanaka is usually fast and rough. He cant help himself, sometimes you're just too hot and he always fucks you like there's no tomorrow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He is up for anything, like I said earlier. Plus he's very easily turned on so quickies are a fairly normal thing for you guys, they're not his favourite though because he tends to prefer a lot of rounds.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Like I said before, hes up for anything once. If you want him to do it, he'll probably give it a go! Risks are a thing he's willing to take as long as you're comfortable with it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

His stamina is no joke. Seriously, he can go for a good 3 rounds before he even starts getting tired. Most of the time, you come more times than him cause you're the main focus so he tries to limit the amount of rounds for you two.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Very basic toys like a vibrator and a pair of handcuffs for either of you. Most of your guys sex isnt actually pre planned so the handcuffs are more common than other toys but he enjoys when he gets to bring them out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Little shit thinks it's funny to pull away to 'stretch' just when you're about to come. He is in this mainly for your pleasure but he can't help but rile you up sometimes and get you whining.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I'd say hes relitavely loud. Loud enough that public sex isn't often but not loud enough for that many noise complaints from the neighbours. He can't help but get caught up and start spewing dirty talk in your ear between grunts and low pitched moans and your response usually increases his volume a little.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Let him leave hickey hearts on you! Seriously, he has a thing for it and likes seeing them when you get changed in front of him. It's like a weird possession thing or maybe he just thinks it's cute, who knows.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I'd say he's slightly bigger than average in length and has a good girth for him. His dick has a few prominent veins that are sensitive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Higher than average, definitely. Can and will have you every single night if you let him, even after a long day.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like he gets kinda hungry after sex and his aftercare is kinda long. After your shower, he probably makes a sandwich or something, eats it and comes back to bed after. Might spend a little time talking to you before he's out like a light.

Tumblr mobile likes to be annoying so sorry for any spelling mistakes! Requests are open and enjoy

[romelle]

Your hc's are amazing and I keep going back and rereading them alskdjsk do u have any personal favorites? For anyone? Youre just really funny and I love seeing your posts!!

!! that makes me so happy to hear <3 i don't really have any favourites, but since i’m in certain type of a mood, here's some pining lance 😖🌈 ☄👨🏽‍🚀

back at the garrison, shiro would always tell keith that he needs to branch out. keith impulsively decides to deal with this by just saying something to that one cute guy who keeps staring at him, and then being done with it

keith, smiling as he gets out of the simulator: good luck trying to beat my score

lance, who is not at all prepared to deal with the fact that he found that attractive: he thinks he's just SO much better than me, huh? i bet he's trying to intimidate me into crashing. i bet he wants to make me look stupid. well not gonna happen! i'm gonna beat this guy so hard

keith, oblivious: i think that went well. enough branching out for the month.

in the end, lance is so riled up that he does, in fact, crash. thus, the epic (one-sided) rivalry is born.

keith, after the bonding moment: i really thought something would change, but then he said he doesn't even remember

hunk, who has already had a hauntingly similar conversation with lance after they rescued shiro: ah, yes. in the field, we call this a mutual pining slow burn.

as soon as keith does anything even remotely cool lance just. stops working. out of rage, though, of course! how dare keith one-up him

keith: (slides down to expertly avoid the training bot’s blow, jumps back up onto his feet, and slices its head off)

lance: quit showing off, keith!

lance: ...also, entirely unrelated, but can we maybe end the training sequence? i need to sit down, stat.

the night after the lion switch he wakes up at 3am in cold sweat and goes knocking at hunk's door because "oh shit, oh fuck. wake up man. i'm the future mr. red lion. no wait don’t throw me out, this is serious stuff!"

keith, still in his black undersuit, hair dishevelled: good work today, team. everyone feeling alright?

pidge: actually, i think that lance is having some breathing issues

hunk: oh, yeah, it looks pretty bad. keith, as the leader, maybe you should give him a mouth to mouth? just in case

lance: you're both getting your BFF keychains confiscated

keith tries to help him get the hang of his new sword, except lance simply cannot! focus! with keith standing so close to him! the deadly altean broadsword itself is fine, but keith might actually be the end of him

keith, breath warm against lance's neck, not even trying to do anything: think you got it?

lance:

lance: i didn't get a single thing, actually. explain more.

for some reason, which he refuses to explore, lance is ITCHING to see what keith would look like in his jacket. except, you can't exactly just ask your bro to wear your clothes, can you? he has to be sneaky about it

lance, rambling: you know what'd be, like, sooo funny? if you wore my jacket. because...uh. because you're just so short! super short. yeah. haha. i bet it'd look so stupid on you. i bet it'd be huge

keith: ....you're barely two inches taller than me

lance: do you want it or not

keith, already slipping his own jacket off: i don't even care. hand it over

lance talks big game, but the second he catches real feelings it's panic mode time

it probably isn't even that big of a deal, though, right? so what if he thinks keith is moderately attractive and mildly fun to be around! it's not like he wants to run his fingers through his hair while they look at the stars and talk about whatever, or anything. or like he wants to kiss the back of his neck. or hold his stupid hand. or-

also, listen. lance might be handsome, charming, suave and loved by grandmas across the universe, but whenever people actually flirt back with him his primary reaction is (surprised pikachu face)

lance: watch your mouth, mullet

keith: and what if i want to watch yours instead?

lance:

lance: not gonna lie, that's not how this conversation went when i practiced it in the mirror. i am at loss here

shiro and hunk have weekly meetings (read as: support groups) to compile all the details of keith and lance’s respective venting sessions. the general consensus is that once those two finally get their shit together, their hypothetical best men's wedding speeches are going to be a riot

[starylust]

Katsuki, Shut Up☾

✧B A K U G O U   K A T S U K I✧

genre: fluff

WORD COUNT:1103

Coming back to the dorms after a long day of training a nap was exactly what you needed. Thinking peace and quiet would fill the room Bakugou had different plans as he didn’t intend to have a nap. Getting frustrated you call him a name he does not like and he is not going to forgive you so easily. . .

Your eyes started to droop as you were getting comfy in this bed.

This nap was exactly what you needed after a long day of training.

You were starting to fall asleep as you jumped up hearing a loud scream coming from the other side of the room.

Your eyes moved over to the figure sitting with a headset on yelling at the computer. A groan escaped your lips as you laid back down.

Once again you began falling asleep as another scream launched from the boys mouth. This time scaring you so much your heart rate began to pick up.

"Katsuki, please shut up," you said quietly covering your head and body with the heavy dark blue blanket placed on the bed.

Once more you started falling asleep having a nice dream.

The tiny ocean waves sitting the sand while the sun beamed brightly down onto you. Smiling at the view everything started to go black.

You took a deep breathe in trying to calm yourself down from the shock that woke you up from yourself.

The irritation in your body began rising as all you wanted was to have a good nap before completing more school work.

Taking your legs out from under the covers you swung them to hang off the bed. You started stomping to where bakugou was sitting.

Looking at him sitting in his chair while his eyes scanned the screen you yanked his headset off his head.

"Dude, I'm gonna tell you this one more time. Shut. The. Fuck. Up." You placed the headset down onto the table and started walking back towards the bed.

"Oi, what did you just say?" You heard him hiss behind you.

You turned around and stared at him. "Katsuki I said shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep while your dumbass keeps yelling at who knows what."

"No no that's not what you called me earlier. You called me dude." He said with a face that showed disgust.

"Bakugou I don't care as long as you just shut up and let me take this damn nap." Turning around once more you started heading towards the bed.

You felt fingers wrap around your wrist that tugged you a bit. Turning your head to see his face, "what?" You asked with attitude.

When he didn't answer you turned your whole body around and saw him just staring at the floor.

You were about to bring your hand up to his face to tilt it up as it began lifting it up by itself.

With a confused look on your face you saw a slight smirk on his. He bent down a little bit and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Huh?" You mumbled quietly. The grip around your waist began to tighten as the seconds went by.

Your eyes widened as your body began to lift off the floor. One second you were on the floor the next your stomach laid onto Bakugou's stomach.

Half of your body touching his back while the other was on this front. "Babe let me down," you whined.

"Tch," was all you got back. Bakugou started walking towards the bed while still carrying you over his shoulder.

Before you knew it you felt a gush of wind hit your hit your face. Your back met the blanket covered bed as you bounced onto it.

"Uh what are you doing?"

Before you knew it bakugou hovered over you with now a big smirk on his face. Your eyes roamed around the room as his face started getting closer to his.

You felt soft lips peck your forehead lightly. The temperature in your cheeks began to rise at his sudden action.

Before you could say anything bakugou's fingers started tickle your stomach.

You started laughing like crazy and started swarming around.

"K-KATS~ ST-TOP," you kept being cut off by your own laughter.

"Say sorry," Bakugou said as he kept tickling you. You tried opening your mouth to speak once more but nothing but giggles came out.

Bakugou kept tickling you as your laughter made him laugh just a tiny bit.

He stopped tickling you for a bit looking down at you trying to catch your breath.

"Are you sorry now?" You gave him a confused look as to what he was talking but then remembered a second later.

"I'm sorry for telling you to shut the fuck up." You said mumbling a bit.

"Nope. That's not why you should be sorry, to be honest I could care less about that."

Once again giving him a even more confused look you started thinking.

"Wait why am I saying sorry then?" You questioning him.

"You called me dude. D-U-D-E. What the hell I'm not your 'bro' I'm your boyfriend!" He said in a whiny but grumpy voice.

Staring at him a bit you started bursting out laughing.

"HUH DUMBASS WHAT'S SO FUNNY?" He yelled.

"That's what made you tickle me?"

"Yes dumbass why would you call me dude," Bakugou answered in a childish whiny voice.

"Aw come here you big baby," you said while lifting up your arms wanted him to lay on top of you.

He grunted but then accepted the offer.

"I love you," you whispered in his ear.

Bakugou felt his cheeks reddened at the sudden affection you gave him.

"Tch I love you too dumbass." He whispered back.

Your arms that were on his waist tightened as you snuggled your head into his soft fluffy hair.

You felt his head cram itself into your neck making you giggle slightly. Taking a deep breathe in you could smell his shampoo.

You guys stayed like this for a couple of minutes before hearing a faint hello.

"Uh hello? Bakugou?" You lifted your head quickly making Bakugou groaned.

"Why did you do that?" He said in a raspy tired voice.

"Katsuki I heard someone say hello, but there isn't anyone else in the room."

Bakugou's eyes widened as he realized he never turned off his game.

"Shit," he breathed out.

Staying on the bed you saw him heading over back to his desk placing the headset back on.

"Oi shitty hair what?"

"Bakugou~ who knew you were such a softie hm?"

"Tch shut up I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh really? Cause Kaminari and I heard everything. You little softie getting mad that you got called dude," Kirishima said in a teasing tone.

"SHUT UP!"

"Babe who are you talking to," you said approaching him from behind.

"Hm no one just some idiots." After that he shut down his PC and took off the headset.

Standing behind his chair you watched as he walked to his bed and plopped onto it. He held out his arms as you once did before.

"Are we taking a nap or what?"

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

I decided that im gonna put this one on tumblr instead since i dont have many ideas for the my hero character and scenerios! but i would love if you left ideas in the comments and ill continue writing the mha one shots on here and the haikyuu one shots on my wattpad:)

~𝓶ღ

[santastic]

the big, bad wolf || hwang hyunjin oneshot

》》 pairing: hyunjin x female reader

》》 summary: every year, you and the boys celebrate halloween with a party at hyunjin's - who just so happens to be your mortal frenemy. every year, you all dress up. this year, however, you decide to make it a bit more interesting: everyone picks an outfit for their random secret santa partner. it seems like a bit of innocent fun, but felix has an idea...

》》 word count: 2.4k

》》 genre/tags: halloween au, not quite e2l but e2 like...sexy tension???, suggestive themes (mostly just implications), a little bit of crack lmao

》》 warnings: cliche cheesy dirty flirting (come on hyunjin you're better than this), thicc romantic and sexual tension, reader is a simp in denial, suggestive themes, implied smut at the end, talk of biting but no actual biting, reader has dom vibes, hyunjin is bold until someone else is bolder

》》 notes: my first oneshot on this blog! I already wrote a halloween drabble, but I felt like writing something bigger than that and my friend (I see u vi) inspired me by suggesting some spicy hyunjin content. n e ways, happy halloween everyone! and if u don’t celebrate halloween, I hope u have a lovely weekend <3

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Halloween is always fun with your friend group. I mean, it's fun anyway - lots of cheap candy, neighbourhood celebrations, an excuse to get way too drunk - it's just a lot more fun with eight other crackheads.

You guys have a sort of tradition going by now, even though each year is a bit different. Hyunjin throws the party, Minho brings the alcohol and hides it from Chan until it's too late to stop everyone from getting shitfaced, Jeongin and Felix bring ungodly amounts of candy, and Jisung is a skeleton (literally every single year - it started when you called Tate Langdon's skeleton makeup hot, and it never ended).

Everyone (except Jisung) keeps their costume a secret - unless they're Chan and Felix, in which case they do couple costumes and keep it a secret from everyone else. Sometimes you even decide on a theme, like the year before the last, where everyone was supposed to dress as their favourite Pokemon. This inevitably led to intense fighting roleplays to assert dominance as your respective type, and in order to spare your reputation in the neighbourhood, you decided the next theme would be a little less wild.

This year, the theme was 'secret Santa costumes', meaning you each picked a random name from a hat to decide who you would be buying a costume for and a few days before Halloween, you were given your own costume to wear to the party by whoever pulled your name from the hat of destiny.

Technically that's not how secret Santa works, but no one questions Chan when it comes to holiday business.

You just so happened to get Jisung, and while the temptation to keep the skeleton thing going just for the meme was definitely there, you ultimately decided he should be a classic bedsheet ghost - except with no eye or hand holes cut out. You know, to add a little sprinkle of chaos to his already very chaotic life.

The lovely boy who decided your spooky fate was Felix, who had coincidentally been in charge of buying Hyunjin’s costume too - when you asked why, he said it was because the number of people was uneven, so he had kindly volunteered to take on an extra. You had honestly expected him to pick something weird or wild for you, so you were quite surprised by the outfit he had settled on.

"Is this...little red riding hood?" you had asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared at the dress and hood in your hands.

"Yep! I saw it the other day and I thought it would be nice to go for one of the classics, you know?" he had explained, smiling as if he was ever so proud about his decision. Something about the hint of mischief in his eyes made you suspicious, but you had let it slide. "You don't mind, right?"

No, you didn't mind. You had given Jisung a ghost costume, so you didn’t really have room to speak on the originality of Felix’s decision. Besides, the dress didn’t look too cheap, nor did it look especially short, and the hood-cape made you feel way too powerful for someone wearing a $20 Target costume.

So you really didn't mind at all, until it came to the day of the party. Now, as you stand in the doorway to Hyunjin’s apartment, you suddenly mind a lot more.

”Lee Felix, I’m going to decorate the lawn with your fucking intestines, oh my god!” you whisper-yell to the boy who conveniently manages to dart away with the excuse of needing to help Jeongin open all the candy bags. Your angry eyes follow his retreating blue form - Chan picked his outfit this year, and of course he decided Felix should be an Among Us character.

Everyone in the group knows about the slight tension (read: obvious beef) between you and Hyunjin. Technically speaking, you’re friends. He invites you to his parties, you hang out with him when he’s with the boys. It’s just that neither of you can stand each other, because you’re both very bold and even more stubborn.

Whenever the two of you are together, you bicker like children and it’s pretty much endless. You could probably throw insults (and the occasional murder threat) at each other all day if the other members didn’t interrupt, and on those days you’d be more than happy to teach Hyunjin a lesson with a nice, strong punch in the nose if the opportunity were ever to present itself.

So, with this in mind, it’s quite clear why you’re planning Felix’s murder when you see Hyunjin walking around as the big, bad wolf.

You’re genuinely considering sneaking out the front door before anyone else sees you and running back to your apartment (because Felix just so happens to be your ride home), but fate decides to mess with you and suddenly, Hyunjin locks eyes with you from across the living room.

The way a huge smile instantly graces his pretty face sends a rush of butterflies, followed by anger, through you as you stare back at him. His clip on wolf ears are admittedly quite cute, but the fake fangs he’s wearing send your thoughts in a very different direction. As he makes his way over, you suddenly wish you had followed Felix to the kitchen - at least they keep the alcohol in there. In his living room, you’ve got no choice but to deal with Hyunjin while sober.

”Well, would you look at that? Seems like I found my little red riding hood.” he teases with a wink, leaning against the wall beside the door.

When you scoff at him, he gives you another big grin and you can’t help but stare at the fangs again. The vibrant blue contact lenses he’s wearing make his gaze feel intense even when he’s smiling, and the way his long, blonde hair falls freely gives him a glow that’s both angelic and positively demonic. He looks so annoyingly handsome, as per usual; if only his personality wasn’t the personification of the words ‘cocky asshole’. You can’t help but think it’s a huge waste of beauty.

“Excuse me-” you begin, ready to start the first round of arguing, but he cuts you off like the annoying brat he is.

“You’re excused,” he says, thinking his comment was very smart, and if it wasn’t a night meant for fun and games, you might’ve killed him on the spot.

“Fine, excuse you. I’m not your little red riding hood. In fact, I’m not your anything, thank you very much,” you snap, brushing past his tall figure as you head to the table the boys have set up to the side. There’s an array of Halloween-themed food, prepared by Chan, and you settle for a red velvet cupcake decorated with black frosting and what you assume are meant to be cat ears poking out of it.

“Right, sure, but we’re still matching tonight. It’s kind of like-”

This time, you cut him off. “It’s not like Chan and Felix. It’s not. We’re not wearing couple costumes, so don’t say it.”

He shuts his mouth (finally) and you take it as your cue to leave before he says something else to piss you off. Unfortunately, he seems to have the desire to ruin your night further and chooses to follow you on your journey.

“So anyway, I guess this was Felix’s plan, right?” He gestures to your costumes. “Unless you had something to do with it, that is.”

You don’t bother to address the second part of what he said and instead just nod, scanning the room for the previously mentioned mastermind. As soon as you can get your hands on that boy, you swear you’ll slaughter him for subjecting you to Hyunjin’s torturous teasing all night.

“He was already on thin ice after trying to tell me Bulbasaur is a better starter than Charmander, but now he’s actually dead to me,” you growl out once you spot him sitting beside Minho, laughing happily with his classic red solo cup and a slice of chocolate cake. Jeongin sits beside them, tearing open bags of candy with no assistance from Felix, because of course he was lying about helping him earlier.

Hyunjin laughs softly and you curse your heart for skipping a beat at the sound. Sometimes it feels like your head hates Hyunjin while your body is stupid enough to like him, and it’s part of the reason why you hate talking to him so much. Every time you stop throwing insults and sass at him and instead sit back and listen to what he has to say, a part of you realises you don’t exactly have a proper reason for disliking him. He’s not all that bad, and sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his jokes and witty remarks.

But you’d really rather not go through the endless cycle of those thoughts right now, especially when the cause of your problems is standing beside you eating a chocolate bar.

“I have to say, though,” you comment as you turn to look him up and down, “the big, bad wolf concept suits you pretty well.”

Before he can accept the compliment, you continue. “You’re both big, hairy beasts who dress like grandmas.”

The obvious offence on his face is so satisfying you almost wanna snap a photo to reflect on this moment in the future, but you refrain from doing so. He would just pose anyway, and the photo would probably end up making your stupid heart flutter again.

“Well, at least you think I’m big. Besides, if dressing like a grandma gets me closer to eating you, then I suppose it’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make,” he whispers in a husky, seductive voice that kind of makes you want to choke-slam him, but you suspect he might enjoy that anyway.

It angers you when he makes flirty comments like that, because as annoying as they are and despite you knowing full well he only says it to get under your skin, it still makes your heart race every time. Maybe in another universe, Hyunjin is a sweet boy who innocently flirts with you and brings you roses instead of a big, bad bitch who’s just acting like a horny teenager. Annoyingly enough though, you think you’d fall for him either way.

You turn away with the intention of finally escaping to the kitchen to grab something to drink, hoping to settle the thoughts dancing around your head, but he reaches for your wrist. The feeling of his fingers pressing warmth into your skin just makes your head spin even more, and you’re so distracted you don’t pull away from him.

"Aw, don’t run away now. Are you scared of me, little red? There’s no need to be, I’m just joking. I won’t bite unless you beg me to."

You pull your arm back as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hyunjin has a lot of things (a severely irritating personality, a stupidly handsome face for such an asshole, a loud voice solely meant for pissing you off on a daily basis, the list goes on), but the thing he definitely has most is the fucking audacity.

However, the most annoying part by far is the way you feel your face heat up when you register the last thing he said. You’d rather die than let him make you flustered, so you shake your head slightly to clear those thoughts from your mind and look him in the eye again.

"Scared? Me?" you scoff, staring him down with a steady glare and if he was anyone else, he'd probably shiver in fear.

Unfortunately, he is not anyone else. He is Hwang Hyunjin, and Hwang Hyunjin does not shiver; he beams with a smug grin and makes your blood boil.

"Mhm. Look at you. You’re basically dressed as my prey tonight, babe." He purrs the pet name like the absolute fuckboy he is. "And sure, the real you is feisty, but you're all bark and no bite."

The overly confident, proud smirk on his face makes him look like a damn peacock flaunting its feathers, and you decide then and there that you'll do anything to get rid of it.

"All bark," you echo his words, walking towards him slowly, "and no bite, huh?"

You swear you see his eyes widen for a split second at your change in demeanor before the stupid smirk returns, and the little rush of victory you feel from catching him off guard is enough to keep you walking forward.

His gaze never leaves yours, especially when you're standing on the tips of your toes in front of him, noses just barely brushing against each other. Your hands grip his shoulder to balance you, and you run a finger over his collarbone up towards his cheek, where you gently cup his face. The small distance between the two of you means you can hear his slightly uneven breathing and see the curiosity swirling in his bright blue eyes as he waits for your next move.

You reach a hand up and thread your fingers through his long, bleach blonde hair, and his breath hitches when you gently tug at it. Even his wolf ears almost seem to droop submissively. He doesn't dare move, but his eyes keep flicking down to your lips and back up again.

"Now, that's just not true at all, is it?" you whisper, tilting your head as if waiting for an answer, but he can't find the words to form a witty response. It’s about time he learned some manners, really, even if he needed your guidance for that.

"I'm warning you now," you continue, "you might wanna watch your tone. I might look like your prey, but I promise I bite harder than you do, babe."

You make sure to emphasise the pet name, purring it in the same way he did minutes before. He bites down on his bottom lip, and the way his fangs press into them makes you lick your own lips nervously. It seems as though he can't take the tension anymore, because he goes to lean in and finally close the distance between the two of you as his hands find your hips.

Of course, you'd never let him have that control, especially after his bold attitude from earlier. Even though the temptation to lean in is certainly there, you step away from him and smile sweetly.

"Learned your lesson yet, puppy?"

He doesn’t respond for a moment, clearly still taking in what just happened. When he registers your question, he tilts his head to the side as if in thought - the way a dog might, funnily enough - before he hums quietly.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should teach me once more, little red,” he suggests, voice low and slightly breathless, “but preferably a bit more in depth this time.”

- ᴇ ɴ ᴅ -

(A/N: AHHHHH I haven’t written a oneshot in SUCH a long time oh my god,,,,, it was a lot of fun tho even if I’m not super confident writing full things. this one was short anyway so I kinda feel like it doesn’t count, but I’m still v happy to finally post my first skz oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading <3)

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Heyaa since you're accepting requests can I request for hyunjin with infertile reader? Ty 🥺

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ hyunjin with infertile s/o

hyunjin x reader | imagine

↬ genre; angst at first, fluff ending

↬ warnings; cursing, vomit, blood, mentions of miscarriage, and mentions of cheating

↬ notes; this my first request for skz so woo!! def check out my masterlist in my bio && request me guys!! (atz, skz, got7 as of now but soon more later) anyways i hope u like this!!

hyunjin couldn’t believe it, after preparing a nursery, filled with tiny blankets, filled with stuffies and pacifiers, with a chair in the corner for feeding, he was packing it all up. the crib was still in the box due to the fact you both were way to lazy to do it and there were the three cans of paint in the corner, a specific shade of soft yellow, made to brighten up the walls that were still a dull grey.

the pregnancy was hard, of course it was. you had these pounding headaches, horrible morning sickness that would keep you in the bathroom for hours, and your lower back killed you despite not even being far along. you slept less and were glued to the cold floor of your bathroom most times, but hyunjin would be behind you with a glass of water and a hair tie — sometimes bringing in a pillow or blanket just in case.

his hands would rub gently against your back as he had pulled your hair into a lazy bun or lazy ponytail, urging you to come into his arms so you didn’t have your back hunched over the toilet bowl.

“princess, come here. alright?” he’d whisper, his voice thick with sleep - despite having a night well rested unlike you who wriggled in the sheets trying to find a comfortable spot.

his heart felt heavy, the day he came back home and you were in an immense amount of pain, only to be surprised by blood that thickly coated your hands and thighs. your cries were even worse, hyunjin deciding to hold you close and pray. whoever was listening to him, he hoped they would answer him, so reluctantly he stripped you down and changed your clothes. he held a towel with a shaky hand, his hands slipping around the backs of your thighs and carrying you. 

your worst nightmare was spoken to you both by a doctor, her face expressionless and her words cold. “you have suffered a miscarriage, we can follow up with natural expelling, which is will take days and might cause infection, or we could go ahead with the medication to help with the process.” 

“i just wanna go home, please?” you asked, getting a nod and hyunjin would have his heart break, knowing that you two weren’t going back home with a baby. he smiled warmly, though it hurt to look at you, he let out a breath and let you slip into the spare clothes he had for you all while preparing to head back into your empty house. 

hyunjin couldn’t bare to be in your shared bedroom, it was suffocating, so instead of taking his normal side on the left, he cuddled up to the sofa with a blanket and throw pillow to accommodate him. soft sobs left his lips while tears escaped from his eyes and he could only imagine that this should’ve been him sleeping on the couch, waiting for the baby to cry as they needed a change or feeding, not where the nursery was empty and slowly losing life.

he remembered the night of where you two couldn’t stand each-other anymore, he was so angry— there was obviously something that he held above you.

you two often were in bed together, trying to recreate the most boring, and basic sex you had ever had. it was like a pattern, almost every night you two would attempt the same dance, you both so desperately wanted a baby - everytime hyunjin would see the same negative or one line on the screen of the pregnancy test. hyunjin would have his hands lingered against the naked skin that was your stomach, slowly letting his finger creep to the soft band of your bikini cut underwear. it was repetitive, tiring, and had you both exhausted emotionally when you would get your hopes up. your body turned, hyunjin’s touch leaving your stomach, hearing his sigh from beside you.

“why did you move?” hyunjin questioned, “i know you aren’t sleeping.” you huffed, wishing he’d just leave it alone. “not tonight.” you mumbled, letting yourself move to get comfortable.

“fine.” hyunjin glared which you could feel as if he was drilling holes into the back of your head, feeling him pull his pillow out and move away from you. “what are you doing?” you called out, starting to get up and follow him to the living room which he was heading to. 

you cannot believe this.

you watch him turn around as he throws the pillow down and groans, seeing you have followed him which he was trying to avoid.

“i hate you. i hate you, how— how could you? how could you not realize it? this was all your fault! i—i’m never gonna get my dream, right? all because of you.“ there you now stood in front of him, realizing exactly what hyunjin thought of you now. he thought this was your fault, your fault that you lost your baby together— you killed your own child. he looked at you, a glare with so much hate, a glare that he’d never gave you. something that told you that he wouldn’t forgive you.

“stop. this— not my fault. how— to even think that i would be able to predict something like this would happen, nor would i want something like this to happen. how do you think i felt? how do you think i felt when i was in pain— when i knew our baby was dying! do you fucking know?” your voice was loud, broken and wavering but you were not going to let hyunjin tear you down like this. not when he had no reason to. “you don’t think i want a baby as much as you?” your voice small and fighting back tears.

“no, i don’t think you do.” hyunjin says, taking his spot on the couch and watching your figure head back to your shared room. he let out a loud sigh before letting his head hit the pillow, his eyes fluttering shut.

you reluctantly decided to go to the doctors, by yourself. you wanted answers, answers that you haven’t gotten in months. you had seven months to yourself, constant sex, feeling miserable, and no baby. 

“it’s premature ovarian failure, it seems like your first pregnancy was always going to fail. it was purely luck, but it seems that children won’t be in your future. there are however other options rather than carrying yourself, such as adoption or surrogacy.” 

they sent you home with a paper, along with three brochures that could aid you in your two options, as-well as help aid you in informing you on infertility. 

meanwhile, hyunjin decided going out would be best. a few drinks, that would help, yeah. he met a few gorgeous woman, probably fertile as ever. maybe they could mother his children, it crossed his mind - being unfaithful, just to see if they could make his dream. he let her buy him a drink, but decided to dip out with the lame excuse he needed to use the bathroom, immediately pushing through people and exiting the bar. 

that was how you two were lead to your family, hyunjin coming home to you asleep on the couch, seeing the adoption brochure, as well as the papers consisting of information about your infertility. he felt the inside of him crumble, instead picking up the brochure of adoption. he saw the children, as well as the newborns - the small feet and hands he always wanted to see. 

his hands shook you awake, a smile plastered on his face and the brochure in hand. “wake up!!” he shouted, his voice happy and excited. “this is gonna be ours.” he says, pointing to the picture of a couple - a family with a child. your eyes were drooped with tiredness. you nodded, hyunjin letting you lay your head in his lap, just as he did before even when you weren’t pregnant - but when all he wanted to do was love on you. 

you two were able to bring out the crib again, resuming painting the walls, able to put the pacifiers and small clothes inside. it was much easier, the two of you often finding yourselves sitting inside and messing around while you two would some days have child services visit your house, checking on your well-being. it was hard, these unplanned visits surprising you both, finally getting a visit that a mother thought you two were right for her prospective birth.

you had gotten the call that she had gone into labor, which she was expecting you two very soon and couldn’t wait for the finalization of this. 

so when you two were able to go down to the nursery, the nurses letting you scoop up your child, in-taking the past hardships you both had went through - this was perfect, it was so worth it. “there’s our baby, yeah? our cute little baby.” though they didn’t look like you two, their skin a shade different and poutier lips - a bald head despite having a father who was a male rapunzel, this was destiny. this was your baby.

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