#actually sorry i dont know how to properly tag this but i tried

[uriekukistan]

ur one of the only ppl i follow that i know likes tokyo ghoul, and i just started reading it for the first time! (friends tried 2 get me into it when i was younger via the anime but i did Not Wanna so this is actually my first real read of it) i just started tg:re, so i have been Dying to talk abt it with somebody.. if u dont mind, who are ur faves? :3

omg im glad you did not watch the anime actually. the manga is infinitely better 🙏 okay this is not the place for me to rant against the anime let me move on before i get carried away

my number one fav and ofc the namesake of my url is urie <3 idk how far into :re you've gotten but i think he's like. the first to get introduced if im remembering correctly? but you might not get the vision Yet depending on how far you've read, but i just love an angry lil guy w daddy issues who cant express his emotions properly <3 no personal reasons for that at all.............his growth ends up being really nice too you'll see you'll see

another brand of character i like is the guy who can't stand coming in second in anything but always does, and has a one sided beef with the person who beats them every single time, so i also love takizawa. i don't wanna say too much abt him bc i don't wanna spoil the fun for you but he ends up having a really cool arc too

im realizing as i type this out most of my favs are either from :re alone, or get the majority of their development in :re im really trying to hold my tongue so bad rn,,,,,,,

idk if you've met saiko yet? she spends the entire first volume of :re asleep lmaoooo but she's great. i love how she's a character that stands for kindness in a world full of hate and different groups trying to kill each other all the time

recently i've come to appreciate eto more as well, i dont think i liked her much at first, but one of my tg mutuals is a big eto fan and i think that's helped me appreciate her more. also bc said mutual rbs all the posts i rb thinking "oh this post is so me" and adds the eto tag......okay maybe i am like her. also again with the daddy issues characters good lord pls pay that no mind,,,,,,,

cutting myself off after this one but i love both of the kirishima siblings :3 touka is so cool, and i love how her rough exterior hides how gentle and emotional she really is. i love characters like that. and ayato, he's so snarky and fun, but again, his roughness hides how much he cares. i don't think this qualifies as a spoiler (i mean it gets confirmed in :re, but i feel like it was implied in the first half of the series), but after touka kills those doves in retaliation for killing hinami's mom, ayato starts killing doves too, because he also has a rabbit mask, to detract attention from his sister.....so it ties that first incident to him rather than her :')

UGHIDGF i love tokyo ghoul so much, but i barely talk abt it anymore sorry to my tg mutuals :') pls come ask abt it anytime im happy to discuss !! glad you're liking it so far tho ! do u have any favs yet? i'd love to hear more of your thoughts :3

[shesmore-shoebill]

Smosh ask game made by @babychosen (i believe). Thanks for making this!

I think I was tagged by @unknownteapot and @poppyfamily - sorry if I missed any others!

Tossing it under a cut bc i got a little rambly lol.

1. How long have you been watching Smosh?

Hmmm. Not counting seeing some of the OG stuff growing up, I think I watched a TNTL or two when other people I knew crossed over (Specifically Critical Role and Starkid). But there was a later, very different point when the switch in my brain actually flipped and i got INTO it properly. I think counting that... maybe the start of this year? Late November/December? I had just started checking the channels/smoshblr more regularly (but wasn't subscribed yet) when Love Is Blind dropped. So. You know.

2. Favourite Smosh cast member(s)?

I dont think I can dodge any accusation of loving Amanda, but its critical to note that Angela is why I got into Smosh at all, and that, not counting Angela for Starkid stuff, Arasha was actually the first cast member I started actively seeking out more content for. Def the first person I started looking into Smosh content for more of.

So uh. Its triple A! Its triple A. I like a lot of the other cast members but i know my roots. and my roots are gay!

3. Favourite pairing?

At one point I was asked about my top three and I couldnt even do that successfully. Oh boy. I think by frequency of what I post about, we have to assume Amangela but I do really love Shaymanda as well. Changela makes me so 🥰. And I know Triple A is a trio but. :) Ah fuck I'm doing it again. Honestly all iterations within the Love Is Blind 1 lineup have increasingly captured my heart

If we're talking RPF, Amangela by leaps and bounds, but maybe that's largely because of how much content already exists for it. Courtrasha could be VERY good, Im just saying....

4. Favourite recurring character?

Recurring characters dont always hit for me, so this is an interesting one. I think maybe Dominic- its about the joy Courtney gets from playing him + the "such a toxic fool it somehow loops back around to harmless". If Angela ever brings Angelo back I am sad to say it would probably be him. Oops.

but yk who the real recurring love of my life is. Its the hot dog joke. <3

5. Favorite Smosh video?

CRUEL AND UNUSUAL QUESTION. This is so dependent on whatever Im thinking of at the moment LOL. Love Is Blind 1 is up there for sure. For a few I consistently rewatch/listen to, Amangela Trivial Pursuit, Smosh Hunger Games, LIB1, All Rise, Pride Stream, FNAFs, and a few specific Smosh Mouth episodes. For ones with a special place in my heart: Lets Do This Scam + Revenge, any Challenge Pit w/ Triple A, Smosh Pit Theatre IM Messages, and like. The FNAF 2 & FNAF VR.

6. First video that got you into Smosh?

I had seen the Critical Role TNTL and a few others I had tried from that, and petered out. Then I tried again after the Starkid TNTL, but I wasn't actually won over until. UNTIL. While on an Angela Starkid rabbit hole I was watching compilations, and then hit THE Arasha scam video (iykyk) and went "what the FUCK is the context for this", watched the full Lets Do This episode, fell into EIOYI's and Funerals and Challenge Pits and TNTL's and so on. So i had watched some videos beforehand but the thing that REALLY made me go "Oh. Wait. I kind of love this? And these people? I want more of them specifically?" was. The "I Lied". <3

7. Favourite picture of the cast?

To avoid putting like 30 pictures of different groups of people . Im assuming this means full cast. If so the most recent photoshoot I REALLY liked everyone's photos for! Otherwise? The Anthony's Funeral ones........ hot.

8. Favourite picture of your fave?

okay ngl im late on answering this game SPECIFICALLY bc of this question lmfao. :( i cheated and did 3 photos of everyone in triple A. did i end up going to videos and taking screenshots so technically defeating the point of this question. idk maybe.

Amanda:

Angela:

Arasha:

akdkakfjsjhfaksjfjahd. gay. (me)

9. What Smosh series do you want to see more of?

OKAY. First of all- Smoffice with current cast. But. Listen. Reading Reddit stories is fine and fun but. You know what I want more of? The cast acting out dramatic readings of Reddit stories. Please watch that video if you haven't. The current skits are fun but don't tend to align a ton with my sense of humor, but I'd LOVE more of this. We get goofy cast readings. Cast members doing cast ridiculous over the top acting mocking both a story and each other. They get to do over the top takes of ridiculous scenarios, and if I can't have Smoffice back CAN I PLEASE AT LEAST CAN HAVE MORE OF THIS. THERE WAS ONLY ONE AND IT HAD JACKIE AND AMANDA AND SHAYNE IN IT AND IT WAS SO GOOD. THEN THEY TOOK IT AWAY.

Other than that I mean. Im not COMPLAINING about the trend of Amangela playing video games. 👀

10. Dream guest on Smosh Mouth?

Ngl, I tend to enjoy guests that Shayne and Amanda really vibe with moreso than just people I know. Like I wouldn't be opposed to Syd and Olivia again, despite not having watched their stuff before that episode.

assuming there would be good chemistry.... you know what? Brennan Lee Mulligan. I think the humor would mesh beautifully and I think he could appeal to both Shayne and Amanda in specific ways and the conversation could vacillate between really deep insightful discussion or unhinged comedy bits.

I took long enough to answer this that I think everyone I think of immediately has already done it 😅 So if you'd like to and havent already, take this as your sign to go for it!

[vibinglikethat]

my thoughts and feelings about jedi survivor (spoilers ahead)

ok so i've finished the storyline of jedi survivor and i thought i would express my many feelings about this amazing game (in case i wasn't obvious lol, i LOVED it.)

so the game takes place 5 years after jedi fallen order, and of course lots of things have happened between JFO and JS, one of which is the crew went their separate ways and it becomes clear that cal wasnt happy with that. eventually they all reunite and everything is nice and there is hope and then you remember this is star wars and it's set during the empire and so that hope turns to dust real quick and it's AGONIZING.

GOD i can't stop thinking about bode and his betrayal i dont remember the last time i was so fucking shocked over a character's betrayal, i was never shocked with anakin because uhhh yeah he was always meant to be darth vader lol, but with bode??? i did NOT see it coming. it especially sucks because i really liked him. and the fact that he used to be a JEDI???? THAT FUCKING SHOOK ME TO THE CORE. i feel so bad for his daughter OH my god :( she lost her parents at such a young age i want to cry (I LOVE that merrin especially tries to help and comfort her because she can relate im going to sob)

cere junda.....oh man. oh god. my love for cere is endless and im still processing her death (YES I KNOW SHES A FICTIONAL CHARACTER I CANT HELP HOW I FEEL LOL) i actually already kinda knew she was going to die because i saw gifs but i feel like i would have been even MORE upset if i didnt know because OH my god.........the darth vader and cere fight scene was SO cool though like tragedy aside i loved being able to do that omg you cant really properly fight darth in JFO and i loved that you could this time while playing as cere

god cal crying while holding her body wrecked me.....i wont be forgetting that anytime soon, if ever.

CAL AND MERRIN ARE ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH im gonna admit and say i never called myself a cal/merrin shipper but i HAVE loved their dynamic and i love romance so im definitely shipping them now lol (MERRIN BEING THE FIRST TO INSTIGATE THEIR KISS.....WE LOVE TO SEE IT)

greez........i love greez :) i DO want to know what happened to his arm because OH my god wtf anyway i love that he has a saloon, good for him. this game made me love him even more. he just loves his found family :((( AND OH MY GOD HE WAS SO HEARTBROKEN AFTER CERE I WANT TO THROW UP

this is getting absurdly song omg sorry lol im sure im forgetting some things but these are the most significant moments that happened and i wont be forgetting anytime soon lol

also btw i straight up cried during the funeral scene which is the last scene that plays before the credits. the force theme played which probably contributed to my tears lol

anyway the ending was perfect, this game is perfect, the emotional devastation is perfect, the gameplay is perfect, i cannot recommend this game ENOUGH. if you like star wars and souls-like games. if you've read this far please feel free to reblog and say "so true op" in the tags lol

[retarded-faggot]

back (please read the whole thing im begging you)

uh, hi

yeah, i still exist lmao

so, i decided to actually open tumblr after about 2 years i believe

and, oh damn. none of the links in the theme i have on my blog are functional, and what the fuck was up with all the lavender i used back then? god, such a child, right?

yeah, well, if someone still tried to navigate there, im so sorry, i just hopped outta the fandom for a couple years. and social media. and life.

not to say i have it together even now, but ive decided to be a little more liberal with myself and indulge myself with this shit.

yeah, so, not sure how many people are reading this, but all the stuff i had in the previously pinned "welcome" message? fuck it.

here's a new intro :

hey, im shades <#3

1.

i was previously :

(oh wow. did the bulletins exist before because idfr and i cant find them)

la-fille-noire-13: okay, cringe asf, but hear me out. I was like, a dumb tween, okay? i was so fucking obsessed with miraculous that i decided to learn french on duolingo and shit. which is why my username was in french. honestly what's worse is that i had just started learning it, and tbf google translate sucks so i have no idea what i typed in, but i wanted it to be "the girl in black" and it came out to be "the black girl" which I didn't realise until a year into it. tbf louis-oui-baguette would have been better. please forgive me for that atrocity.

chaotic-fiwwe: set by a slightly more mature, slightly more recent me. it isnt really good, but it is what it is folks. this feature on the miraculous fanworks server allowed us to "owofy" words if i recall correctly. so i was "fiwwe" for a long time on that server. i decided to finally come out of my cringe asf early teenage phase after like, 2 years and change my username. but im nostalgic asf so the "fiwwe" stayed.

shades: well. here we are. this will likely get similar thoughts in the very near future (im already contemplating hating this because why not) but this was completely randomized and safe.

2.

oh yes, im still a minor, so stop flashing me, please. i mean, i know im hot, but im just not interested thanks. go post this shit on onlyfans or stuff.

but yes nsfw jokes i shall make because well. why not. (for those of you who read this and think, god, she's a minor, why the fuck should she know this? uhm, i believe we've all been through the lockdown, right? and we all know that what came out of the lockdown is not exactly an innocent generation, right?)

3.

also yes,i may be young but im not gen alpha tyvm, so i shall hate on gen alpha brainrot because i can (no genuine hate meant loves)

right, and, my vocabulary isnt as proficient as it was before so fuck grammar (but my perfectionist ass will try to make it almost 100% grammatically correct in terms of words. not punctuation, words. i write in my voice. )

4.

ive been in the mlb fandom since 2019, i think. i love it and i hate it because

the plot is good but the amount of cringe in seasons 1-2 is not

i got back in touch with the series and fandom like a week ago, but unfortunately i couldn't find anyone to really match my freak (wrt mlb) anymore

which is why im back here <3

5.

ive read kotlc, percy jackson, 39 clues, a few books of agatha christie, and..

uh

idfr lmao i dont even remember what i read in these books either. i have the memory of a goldfish

and yes a huge huge huge sabrina carpenter, taylor swift, eminem, billie eilish fan <3

6.

im honestly kinda fucked up but not messed up if ugwim. my jokes aren't always the best, my posts wont always be people pleasing anymore, and majorly, there will be no more "mlb update posts" anymore.

i will curse 90% of the time so if its an issue please leave <3

i will post when i want to, what i want to, how i want to. but ill tag them properly so nw

7.

im not at all academically dumb so i may post stuff roasting you dumbasses (but i dont mean it, we've all struggled <3)

feel free to tell me if i havent tagged shit properly but you cant tell me what not to post unless its like, completely inappropriate and violates tumblr terms.

lmao im delusional asf to think anyone would actually be bothered to read this much but this is me indulging myself so

see yall suckers <3

[reineydraws]

hey prev reblog (soz i couldnt tag u lol) i see youve asked for fic recs in the comments so i thought id give you five of 'em! unfortunately it's not always all three of them & billy at the same time, but i tried my best. 😅 and there's a bonus "billy & the party" fic too.

they're all harringrove btw so if you were looking for gen fics... im sorry 😅😅 (tho the two series i rec start as gen, if that's any consolation?) rating varies (check the tags!); word count rounded to the nearest thousand.

without further ado, the fic recs! ➡️

the greatest adventure is the family you've searched for coming alive by ThePackWantstheD (32k)

this is the fic i was thinking about the most when i drew this fanart! billy ends up helping them with the demodogs in s2 and then ends up co-parenting with steve and by the end of the fic, he refers to max, el and will as "his kids," which i think is adorable :')

You Find A Heart and Catch Your Breath by Olsies (19k)

in this one, will is actually sorta billy's gay guide to accepting himself! (instead of the usual vice versa.) it's post-s3, he's on good terms with everyone, neil's gone, and will cones out to him & then invites him to apride group the next town over that he goes to. s'nice. i think about it sometimes.

Don't Tell Me There's No Hope At All/ Together We Stand, Divided We Fall by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton (59k)

susan gets murdered by neil, billy & max find her body and then end up staying with the byers. im rereading it rn so i cant actually tell u with accuracy how often will & el will continue to show up (it's been a hot minute since i bookmarked this), but im a third through and el and will have already had scenes with him that scratched the "billy mentors them" itch so there's that. and billy is very big brother to max in this for sure so! also billy is very scottish in this one btw just fyi.

Something Like a Family by HashtagLEH (series, 151k)

billy's takes a break in the woods and finds el trying to find hopper, cuz she's just gotten her period and thinks she's bleeding out (lol). billy explains this to her and helps her out, then helps her out again when she goes to find her mom and they end up in chicago, and this all snowballs into billy joining the party properly. this series has great billy & el & eventually also max. part 10 is when billy adopts the rest of them lol.

Looking For A Safe Place To Land by lilies_in_a_vase (series, 81k)

billy & max are getting better (she tries her best about neil). billy's been going to steve's house periodically for a safe place after neil is neil, and then season 3 happens. joyce and hop eventually adopt him so he ends up big brother not only to max, but to el & will too (and good bros with jonathan as well haha). part 14 is a nice one, very christmas fluff and family feels, and steve's a very good boyfriend.

bonus "billy & the party" fic:

Take These Broken Wings by flippyspoon (40k)

this one is about billy and the whole party (like, theyre all pretty included pretty evenly) but i came across it in my bookmarks and skimmed it to see if id rec it, and it's funny enough that i want to. actually i think lucas is the one that bonds the most with him in this bc they bond over boxing movies. anyways it's post-s3 and billy's mind flayer recovery includes being very sick so he has to sleep (and vomit) it off at steve's house. since steve is working, however, the kids end up keeping watch over billy to help. except theyre definitely still kids, so they dont know what theyre doing haha.

i have a soft spot for fics where billy sort of ends up adopting el and will alongside max. like, these are the kids that get dibs for rides in the camaro haha.

also im unfortunately not participating bc prev commitments but #harringrove for turkey is happening right now if yall want to donate to the earthquake relief funds for turkey & syria and get some art/fic back from harringrove fans! :) check out the tag if you're interested!!

[ketavinsky]

right back at you then: are there any facts about your guy that aren't in wolf pup/that you could elaborate on !

@prince-of-noir hm this is. this is actually a little bit of a loaded question aye bc i have actually put way too much lore into this dude since i started wolf pup ashhsdhdhs lemme just chuck a read more here

noah xie is mixed, white + singaporean-chinese. he's a law school dropout who essentially figured that because he's so into philosophy and poetry and writing huge fuckoff dissertations about a Few Select Opinions that he'd be a great lawyer. unfortunately, he doesn't exactly have the uhh. appropriate ethics for it.

my guy is a huge collector. my tag for him on this tumblr is at cad (as in, ketavinsky.tumblr.com/search/cad, i was kind of calling him cadmium dallas in my head for a while, only because cadmium dallas is for some reason the placeholder name i use for all my prototype RELIGIOUS FREAK ocs, and i'm reluctant to let go of it now that i have the perfect religious freak oc. i'm just gonna say that cadmium dallas is his online alias... it's probably his twitter handle or something) if you're interested to see his aesthetic - i kinda wanna call it trinketcore? he's really into jewellery, embellishing and bedazzling and altering and uhh mutilating any piece of clothing he gets his hands onto, antiques, trinkets, souvenirs, FRIDGE MAGNETS. when he's at home he pretty much just sits on the floor because every flat surface he owns is just covered in bullshit and he has One (1) friend who isn't the kind of person to clean up after him even if she does love him dearly

god all he eats is candy. i know i touch on this briefly but pretty much all he eats is candy.

his favourite youtube account is channel 5. yes this is relevant. i dont know how but it is

he's like. 5'9? this isn't really relevant but i feel like i really emphasise how Small he is when i write him. he's really not that small he just has the worst posture ever. has a terminal case of gay people don't know how to sit properly as well

carries all his precious things with him wherever he goes. he's really into clothes with flowy/net-like material or sturdy canvas textures so he can cover them in literal hundreds of earrings, badges, brooches, pins, and he'll take them out of his clothes and stick them through his ears throughout the day. he truly values personal expression and believes that his own body is a doodle book for the story of his life. this is also why he tends to spend literally thousands of dollars on tattoos and then eat nothing but free sauces from fast food places and instant ramen for months

people that he admires/adores bring out the simpering sycophant in him, and he's a good friend if he warms up to you, but make no mistake, dude is not a pleasant person to be around. he has Very Specific Opinions about certain things, as well as a huge disdain for stuff like politics, social media, etc, and he doesn't have the social battery to engage with anyone he disagrees with. he won't even argue. he just leaves the room. he's overall a pretty quiet guy, and gosh he loves to talk about anything he's interested in, and he loves to teach people things and share opinions, but the moment someone tries to open a debate or even some friendly banter with him, he'll instantly check out.

a pure hedonist, obsessed with experiencing as many things as possible, including the negative. very good at putting a spin on all the objectively Bad Shit that happens to him to make it fun and exciting and new. the friend who goes "OMG GUESS WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY!!" and then spends 20 minutes gushing about like. the most fucked up experience ever.

this is mostly because of his upbringing, sorry to say. and this is where i pull out the family tree jashdhs

kiri is noah's half-brother; whereas noah is canonically around 21/22, kiri is 32. noah's mother, a huge horror movie buff conspiracy theorist and lovecraft enjoyer, disappeared when he was about 11, and noah was sent to live with kiri.

kiri is bound to the entity night (i also have a tag for him, btw! it's at, as u can imagine, /search/night, the rest of them also have tags at day, dusk, dawn, twilight. actually yeah everyone on this chart has a tag what am i saying. this is my oc inspiration tumblr. lol) as his human servant

night, the star-eater, the god of the oil slick serpent that snakes from the gutter in dark, is an entity who is primarily concerned with wisdom and abstraction, and as a result has a lot of humans who make pacts with him for knowledge or explanation of certain fucked up arcane things

kiri, being one of those people who's contracted into his thrall, was always around a whole heap of Fucked Up Shit when noah was growing up. noah's early childhood with his mother already gave him some... interesting ideas about the things that lurk beyond human perception, but it was being exposed to the aftershocks of the eldritch horrors kiri was dealing with for work that really cemented this.

noah never had a chance to be a 'normal kid' per se, but he maybe could've at least become a semi-functional adult if not for what he saw through kiri. these things are beautiful are the only truth are everything. additionally, kiri's tacit demeanour and tough/cruel love treatment definitely exacerbated noah's need for codependency and constant validation to the point of toxicity

but, y'know. he is a good guy overall despite his... many faults. or a kind guy? either way, he's not even really involved in this fuckshit cosmic opera so that part of canon has been nuked and now he's uhh. he's uhhhh got the worst boyfriend in the world.

oh, and he's a lucid dreamer!

really big into surfing and dancing, especially in techno contexts (will take any excuse to muzz. any excuse), and really just any high-energy or aerobic sport. if he hadn't been such a huge stoner through all of highschool he probably could have made it as a semi-professional sprinter. alas......

will never survive in a hospitality job because he physically cannot pretend to like people at all

his favourite colours are yellow and turquoise :)

[purgemarchlockdown]

#ohh i see what you mean by reducing someone to the Role they play / the ways in which they affect The Story#instead of actually really thinking about them in more complex ways / as People!! i don't really engage with (voting) discussions but#that was what happened with t2 amane right? seeing her not in the lens of Actually Seeing Her but as a threat? similar to how kotoko is#often talked about in the lens of her Antagonistic role within the prison and her Heroic role outside of it? i genuinely dont know..#also i think that's one of the many many reasons the voting system Sucks Ass (<- especially the english one) cuz...idk.#the implication that these people are Not allowed to be both Victims and Perpetrators kind of sucks. i guess??#also—i only tried to draw clear lines & categorize them because milgram (as a system) seems to love doing that...don'tknow...?#strict categories that don't actually help anyone to understand the people they're categorizing because milgram really couldn't care less#about them as people...?#i guess?? i really really don't know#also so very sorry if i said something wrong / that i can't really add much especially about 0208...#(<-having a 0104pilled day and a very hard time thinking about anything other than them. unfortunately😔)#(👆i think the way muu presents herself to others / the way she denies herself Any agency Is inherently dehumanizing?? maybe?? idk??#similarly the way haruka has little to no sense of self outside of the way people perceive him & want from him...? i guess.#guy slapping car meme. these guys can be Projected onto so much) agonizing from how its not letting me see your tags properly @deicidefull but yeah the voting system SUCKS ASS! On purpose but still the frustration at how hard any constructive change is, is very real.

I don't actually engage much with voting discussion either but its fascinating to Me how we start dragging characters into set narratives and ideas that were familiar with. Uh- a mutual of mine complains a lot about how fandoms have like...3 narratives that they drag any character into even if it doesn't fit the character and it sort of reminds me of that. Milgram seems to be dealing with that sort of categorization and roleplaying!

Its why I call characters Girl Princes and Boy Damsels and what not. It's categorization of people into easier more consumable narratives to be seen by an audience. They must be either guilty-innocent, forgiven or not. If we introduced anything else it would complicate things too much. (Hell, having a girl prince and a boy damsel is already too complicated.)

Muu is definitely dehumanized by how she denies herself any agency, A lot of Muu is very much playing into this sort of simple narrative thing, but since she plays two roles she then complicates the proceeding and now there's a duel image of her as a Bully and her as a Victim. She can't Be Both because being both invites Questions and Nuance and we cannot have that in here.

I think a similar thing happens with Haruka but I'm not as familiar with Haruka so I can't really speak too much on that.

!! i'd Love (with a capital l) to hear your thoughts about it too because you're really what got me thinking about it...but here's my two cents;

i think Most milgram characters are dehumanized by those around them inside and outside of milgram (the most obvious ones being haruka, amane, john, etc...which...yeah) but i think that All of them self-dehumanize in one way or another? even the ones that are viewed as rather Normal and Regular and Just Some Guys by milgram and society (yuno, mikoto, etc)

i think that if you messily categorize their self-dehumanization it could turn out like this? (god i hate categorization) :

view themselves as Less: haruka, muu, mikoto, kazui

view themselves as Different: amane, fuuta, yuno

view themselves as More: shidou, kotoko, es, john, and arguably mahiru?

about how that differs from how others dehumanize them—i think the most obvious ones are muu and amane. amane is viewed as Less than human while muu is viewed as More.?

i think i messed up a lot of these + i don't know if this makes sense? please share Your thoughts......

I see what you mean! Yeah there is a notable difference in how they self-dehumanizes vs how society dehumanizes them. I think it's less strict categories and more....hm...how do I say this...

Okay so, I think a lot of Milgram is about the simplification of complex lives into simple tales. Something easy and consumable so people don't have to think too hard about what that Means. I think the dehumanization is in play with that.

Cause there's a lot of ways to dehumanize people! And uh- the way we treated Yuno for example in T1 was a form of dehumanization! By treating her as an innocent unaware victim we Steal her agency away from her! We dehumanize her into a simple trope that we can project on and imagine whatever with.

74n5n talks a lot about how #girlboss Yuno also does this to her. Because we ignore her personal feelings in favor of having a narrative more Palatable to Us the Audience and being able to continue projecting Onto Her. It's really good, I love 74n5n's Yuno posting a lot-

When Amane gets dehumanized. it's in service of a wider narrative of "Things that aren't of god" Things that don't deserve respect and love. Things that are dangerous and terrifying.

When she Then proceeds to reclaim that for herself and Demand Respect Anyway she Complicates things. She makes thing Less Easy. Why can't the monster just stay Evil? Why does the monster have to be Kind? It complicates the tale.

Or on the flipside: Why does the monster not hate itself? Why can't it just stay pitiful? Once again, it complicates the tale.

I can talk about this for hours- But I think conflict happens between the two when the Self-Perception Complicates the Societal (Narrative) Perception...if that makes sense. Very Utena of it I think.

[death-cheater]

Sunshower

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In the darkness of nothingness, where all he could hear is his own breathing, a beeping sound from a distance, and numbing sensation all over his body.

He slowly rised his eyelids, like an involuntary action waking up from a long dream.

The ceiling was high and walls were all painted white. He thought to himself this was not his room nor anywhere else, however the atmosphere of it was familiar.

He laid in a steel-frame bed with his back slightly up, in a semi-fowler position.

Although his whole body was aching he tried to move slowly, or just a slight command to move his arm.

"Oh. You awake?" A voice spoke softly. "You shouldn't move around much, your wounds are still fresh."

Sitting beside his bed was a man of a familiar face. A very familiar one, sporting his trademark printed-shirt.

A 'flammable fashion' as someone once said. He was holding a "Best fashion magazine for Men."

"Kami...ya-san?" Doumeki's voice was weak and low. His vision was blurry, but he could recognize Kamiya right away. The daylight, confirms this. He tries to summon up what little energy he has to greet Kamiya.

"You're in a hospital." Kamiya explained.

"...how.... did I ....got here? For.... how long?"

Doumeki's voice was cracking as he inquired, making small movements as his body was able to.

"You've been out for Three weeks. I was already park up front when I saw 2 men attacked you. Things happened too fast I didn't have close look at their faces."

"You.... brought me.....here?"

There was a slight irritation on Kamiya's face. "You're a huge guy, so dont make it sound like it was a pleasure dragging you into the car."

He was about to flip a finger then remembered, no matter what, Doumeki still has a higher position than him in thier group.

Doumeki felt guilty, yet grateful.

"Im sorry....to have.... troubled.... you. And thank you."

If he could, Doumeki would have bowed to show his gratitude properly, but for now a nod was all he could do.

Kamiya stared at him for a few seconds and then told Doumeki;

"We dont know who's behind this attack, but I reckoned they were only hired thugs to do the job not actual gang members. Did you do something?"

There was silence in the room as if they were tracing in their memories or searching for clues, which rival group could have done this? But then again in this line of business it could have been anyone....

Kamiya sighed and got up from his seat, still carrying the magazine, rolled in his hand. "We'll get to that later. For now I'm going to report to the boss you're awake." he paused and then smirked at Doumeki, "Although getting stab 8 times is no joke. According to the doctor, it seems the weapon used was a small 2-inch knife. Still it's a miracle you pulled through. I guess it pays off to be all muscle." he said, while letting out a chuckle.

He walked to the door and stood still for a bit.

"...oh. by the way. That old boss of yours came by. He didn't say anything though." then exit the room, closing the door behind. Leaving Doumeki alone in silence.

His eyes were fixed at the flower vase that was placed on a small table on the corner, by the window.

He was drowsy and ready to fall asleep again. His thoughts are still hazy, vague memory of what happened. He tried to recount the events on that day...

That day where he felt like that was his last day on earth. That day he reimagined a figure of a beautiful man laying beside him.

That day where fear and regret filled him rather than the pain from the stab.

He thought of what Kamiya just said. He thought of Yashiro and how he wish to see him now.

He closed his tired eyes, thinking only of one person.

•••

The weather outside his window was cool, the Sun was peeking behind the thick clouds, as if playing hide and seek.

The windows were already open, letting in cool breeze. The scent of Autumn was approaching.

It's a great day to dry some laundry, or have a nice stroll outside. Is what he thought looking outside.

It has been 5 days since he woke up. And he felt like life is slowly returning to his body. He now has the strength to get up from bed without assistance, and his IV tube was taken off yesterday, so he can roam the room freely now. Although he could still feel a stinging feeling in his abdomen. Doumeki slowly sat up, putting his feet on the ground, gazing at the window, admiring the sky, while birds sing their romantic songs.

A car stopped just about right at the entrance door.

"I'll call you when I'm done here."

"For the meantime go pick up Nanahara." Yashiro told the driver.

A man in fine and expressive purple vested suit stepped out of the car.

" Understood." His new chauffeur was a thin man with shaved head and a piercing on his nose. He was somewhat around Nanahara's age.

When the car drove away, Yashiro looked up at a particular window where someone he's about to meet is.

His dark shade purple coat, draped on his shoulder, flutters as he was walking up the hallway. Hands tucked in on his pockets. His hair was slick back, exposing his radiant youthful face.

His Brand-new-burgundy- Oxford shoes, tapping on the floors, echoing through the silent hallways.

With his elegant and stylish look, anyone would mistook him for a famous model or actor. He barely represents his age. He had more allure than the youngsters he had ridden with in the elevator, which of course caught their attention.

Yashiro didn't returned the curious looks, as his mind was somewhere else.

He thought about what he could say.

He was ready to reprimand, to mock, or just to tease. Something along the lines of; "I told you to stay. maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

His brow was knitted, unknowingly annoyed at something.

Yashiro was never the kind of man to show any sort of concern over anyone injured, (Except for that one particular event at the warehouse)

He would rather kicked you down and add more to your pain...

(If only he did stayed...)

All the words circling inside his head that's ready to burst out, disappeared, when he quietly slid the door open ----- and there he was, standing by the open window, adjusting the curtain blinds.

Yashiro's brow relaxed, his eyes softened and somewhat sad and in awe.

It was as if his facial expression showed grieving and relief at the same time.

Yashiro was staring at the back of the silent man.

He has known Doumeki to be that quiet and stoic type, so this was as normal as always...

Doumeki was only in his hospital wear, a simple and mundane attire...and yet there was a certain air around him that seem different. To Yashiro right now, he looked kinda cool (captivating), that it made him shiver a bit. Yashiro can't quite describe this feeling. Of course he kept this to himself.

"An annoying bird told me you woke up." He spoke in his silvery voice, walking up to Doumeki.

Doumeki turned slowly to the voice. His eyes widen with delight and his chest tightened of happiness from this unexpected visit. But he cannot be too obvious about his feelings. So he tries his best not to show.

"Good Afternoon, Yashiro-san." Doumeki greeted, lowering his head.

"How disappointing. I expected you'd be crying in pain. Looks like you're just the usual."

"I'm sorry to let down your expectations."

"Tch. You're really boring." Yashiro retorted coldly. He placed his coat on the table bed nearby.

"Was it Kamiya-san (that told you I was here)?"

"....Who knows..." he said unenthusiastically.

"......"

"Have they caught that did this?" Yashiro asked with indifference. Making It seem he was not interested but still want to know.

"No. Kamiya-san has been tasked to asked around. The Kumichou's is certain this was their form of warning and asked me to lay low for awhile."

"Hmm. Tsunakawa-san is really dotting on you , huh, Doumeki? Even asking for your sake?"

"I don't think so. The Kumichou's just being cautious."

"Indeed. He does seem like a careful man. Unlike his subordinate."

Doumeki didn't try to dispute it. It was the truth anyway. He wasn't careful enough to know maybe he stepped on someone's territory that day or how he could have let those men get at him without noticing anything. How he let his mind wander somewhere else than to be alert.

Both of them now standing by the window, Yashiro was fidgeting on his pocket, taking out his cigarettes and lighter.

"That's not allowed in here, Yashiro-san." Doumeki said, without a hint of humor or strictness.

"It's fine. The windows' open." Yashiro puffed a smoke out.

Doumeki gazed at the man in front of him. He didn't have any particular thought or opinion about him at this moment. His eyes were steadily looking at him. Admiring his attire that perfectly fits his frame. His delicate pale hands, although sometimes can be heavy and sadistic. His slender neck that no matter what angle, he would always looked good. His over all charm that Doumeki cant ignore. His very presence that works like gravity, pulling everyone into his orbit, and Doumeki was no exception. Yashiro's hair shone, as if a halo was place on his head, as the light softly touches him. Doumeki wanted to brushed his fingers through that fine hair he loves so much.

//While most men around Yashiro would prefer him fully naked, on his knees or spreading himself for them, treating him like their personal whore, Doumeki was content like this.

Yashiro is fully clothed and well dressed, as always, and like the first time Doumeki set his sight on Yashiro, simply standing on the door frame, with a cigarette between his lips, he thought him beautiful. He was, he is, and forever beautiful in Doumeki's eyes.

He admires, respect and love Yashiro.

Yashiro could feel Doumeki's burning stare but choose to ignore it, looking straight ahead as he continues to smoke. More like he's scared he might get hypnotized by them and fear to give in, even though there is nothing to give in to. It's almost like it's Doumeki's hidden talent (weapon) against him. Yashiro, since the first day they met, was entrance by his dull looking eyes. It was expressionless, and yet, Yashiro felt he was under his spell doing something he never usually do. One would wonder, who really is the prey who stalks their meal, between the two?

With little thought of action, Doumeki made small steps towards Yashiro. In slow motion he moved his right hand to gently take the cigarette away, extinguishing it on the window ledge.

It startled Yashiro. He looked back at Doumeki in silence, following his movements. Doumeki's left hand softly holding Yashiro's right wrist. Doumeki kissed the outer region of Yashiro's lips. His action made Yashiro tensed up.

As Doumeki slightly pulled away, his eyes were locked on to Yashiro's. He wonders why Yashiro took the time to visit him, when he knew there was nothing in particular to meet him. He dared not to question the presence what seem like a deity giving him a special visit. His heart of heart tells him, Yashiro is really here. He's not an imaginary figure, brought by his long time yearning. He can touch him, smell him, kiss him. Yashiro is right here in front of him.

Yashiro looking back at him as if he could already read Doumeki's thoughts.

"What? Do you want to do it, Chikara-kun?" he asked with a faint smile. Trying to quiet down his internal panic, now that their eyes are meeting directly. He failed avoiding those powerful eyes after all.

Doumeki blushed at the sudden name-call. He shook his head, never looking away from Yashiro. His calm demeanor somewhat throws Yashiro off, as he was expecting some sort of reaction, thinking since he's been in the hospital for so long, he must be pent up. And to further his provocation, he tried to seduced Doumeki instead.

"Well, I do. I've been feeling it since---"

"Yashiro-san, would you like to live together with me?" Doumeki asked calmly with more longing in his gaze towards Yashiro.

The question came out of no where it made Yashiro utterly speechless. His lips parted. Stunned, his eyes widen in bewilderment.

It took him few seconds to come back to his senses when he felt Doumeki's rough, warm palm, embracing his right hand.

Doumeki traced Yashiro's fingers and locked his fingers around Yashiro's firmly.

Doumeki stepped closer to Yashiro, where they could almost feel each other's breath, as Doumeki's right hand is now sliding on Yashiro's waist, placing him tight close to him. Doumeki had a whiff of Yashiro's cologne since he came in. It's an irresistible scent. It's sweet but not too strong. There's a hint of floral in the mix....lavender? If Doumeki could have his way, he would have nose dive in on Yashiro, bury his head and just breathe in Yashiro's smell.

" Will you give me an answer, Yashiro-san?"

Doumeki's voiced lowered even deeper, as if whispering. The frequency of his voice made Yashiro weak on his knees.

"What kind of absurd fantasy are you thinking?" Yashiro's voice was calm yet condescending, and to hide this uneasy feeling, he masked it with sarcasm.

"You sure you weren't hit on the head, you giant oaf?"

"......."

Doumeki is already used to his mockery that he just let it past him.

"Live together? Why would you want to live with someone like me? Huh, Doumeki?" Yashiro was glaring at him. Like a cat hissing.

"I told you didn't I? I can never be in a normal relationship. So, you better stop whatever fantasy you conjure up."

Yashiro tried to shake off Doumeki's hand, which was an impossible task to do. Doumeki, even as a wounded patient, still bares the strength of racing horse. Or a wounded Lion, protecting its territory. Doumeki was an immovable mountain.

The more pressure Yashiro does, pushing Doumeki away using his left hand, the more Doumeki's grip tighten, on the other, but not enough force to hurt Yashiro. An obvious gesture of not wanting him to escape.

"That day," Doumeki began, "when I was dying on the ground....more than the pain from the stab, more than death... I was afraid of never seeing you again, not being with you anymore. It was unbearable to imagine that, that was last time I ever see you."

Doumeki leaned his head on Yashiro's shoulder for support, as he was actually feeling lightheaded.

"I dont believe in miracles," Doumeki added. His voice started to tremble, "but I want to believe this was fate giving me another chance. For the time spent not being with you."

"Is this the drugs talking?" Yashiro thought looking skeptical , "He seemed to be more chatty than I ever remember."

Doumeki held Yashiro tighter, "I want to see you every day...Wake up to you every morning. Make time to have a meal together..."

"That sounds really annoying---"

"Maybe it's impossible. Maybe you hate it. And maybe you'll hate me for it, but it's my only desire to be with you always. Always."

It suddenly started to rain, while the Sun rose above the clouds, making the rain shower look like glitter, like tiny stars in daylight. It made such a picturesque view from the window.

"Oh, What was the name again? Sunshower?" Yashiro thought, as he put his hand on Doumeki's head, petting him. (Huh...? What...?)

He unconsciously rised his hand, and placed it on top of Doumeki's head.

There was that random parental feeling he had, like comforting a confuse crying kid.

And for sure. He surprised himself with this. In his inner mind he tried to remember if he had ever petted anyone at all?

Yashiro now feels Doumeki's weight, as if pushing him down. Yashiro complained how heavy Doumeki was leaning on him.

"Hey, Doumeki, I will listen to your stupid rants later, for now go back to bed."

Yashiro closed the window half way, supported Doumeki to his bed, grumbling. Good thing it was only 3 steps away. Quite a struggle carrying a large man.

When Doumeki laid down, settled himself, he immediately grabbed Yashiro's hand.

"What do you want now? " Yashiro was getting irritated, "you're being annoyingly clingy! Is it your wounds, should I call the doctor?"

"Stay." Doumeki said, gasping, his face showing obvious pain. "Stay for awhile. please. Yashiro-san." Doumeki was feeling his wounds hurt again. Although he had his bandages changed this morning, but it felt like the wounds have reopened.

Doumeki endured it, just for him to have Yashiro stay.

Yashiro looked at him sympathetically, feeling petty to his desperate plea...

This time Yashiro didn't complain or try to snap back at Doumeki. This time he felt like granting a request. He felt indulgent toward this pathetic looking, crying brat.

He let out a heavy sigh as there was no fighting off this man's stubbornness.

He reached for that armchair nearby, Doumeki's hand was still holding him.

Yashiro sat down and faced him quietly.

Doumeki started to dozed off, still securing Yashiro's hand on his.

He was in pain, but he felt comforted just having the man he loves the most in this earth, right beside him.

What Doumeki said echoed in his head over and over again....

Yashiro can't think straight. A simple question made things in his head jumbled up.

"What did Doumeki asked again? Live together?"

"Can anyone even stomach the thought of being with someone so messed up, let alone live with that kind of person??"

Yashiro was becoming doubtful, feeling anxious of Doumeki's words.... or was he even aware what he was saying?

"What, did the hospital gave this guy some very strong drugs?" He thought, "he's being delusional."

Yashiro looked out the window, the rain was still pouring, but it's only drizzling now, making soft taps and droplets sliding down on the glass window. The sky was starting to turn pink, ready to transcend to night time.

Thinking back, It was an idiotic and senseless idea. And sure, he knows Doumeki can be too emotional, despite his 'lack of character'. That, maybe, part of it was actually him speaking sobber, not under any influence...?

His honesty is admirable, stupid, some times desperate....more often scary to handle...

Yashiro considered that age must really caught up to him. That, maybe, over the years he softened.

The old Yashiro would have kicked Doumeki by the gut, watched him squirm in pain, make him shut up before he could say another word.

He wondered if he too has changed without him meaning to or noticing.

Or was this, perhaps, Doumeki's character robbing off on him?

Especially for something like this. To even have Yashiro included in their 'normal' future. From someone he considers 'scary and dangerous'....he would have thrown a wild fit, then run far, far away.

( -Vrrrr- )

Suddenly his phone in his pocket vibrated. "Misumi-san" showed on the screen. Yashiro stared at his phone blankly.

He already knows why Misumi called, what's gonna be the talk about. He looked back at the sleeping Doumeki, he sighed, feeling defeated.

•••

In the tranquility of the night, Doumeki awoke when his throat was starting to feel tight and dry.

"water...." he mouthed.

When he regained complete consciousness, he stared in complete astonishment when he realized Yashiro hadn't left his side. He instead slept upright on the armchair, still holding his hand.

The gibbous moon shone behind Yashiro from the window, as if giving its spotlight to him. Making him glow with more elegance. Yashiro looked so ethereal, it made Doumeki held his breath.

Doumeki forgot about his throat problem. He forgot he needed water.

Because right now, no glass of water can replenish this wonderful moment.

Doumeki smiled, nearing into tears.

- End.

[unwishablestars]

amongst the waiting stars

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x f!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags: Mutual Pining, SFW, Drunk Confessions, i tried my best

TWs: Mentions of alcohol intake

Summary: When Levi’s visits get more and more frequent how long until he’d have to admit he didn’t come for the coffee

A/N: this is the first fic I actually finished/properly wrote and I actually dont hate it, hopefully y��all don’t too :)

Wiping off the spilled coffee, restocking the pastries and cakes, it was a calm day for you and your co-workers. You felt a cool autumn breeze enter the room as you hear the door open and were greeted with a rather short man with a bored expression.

"Hello! Welcome to xxx, how may I help you?"

Greeting back with a simple hello, he proceeds to scan the pastries inside the case before he walks up to the counter to order tea and brownies.

With that slight intimidating atmosphere you found around him you didn't expect him to have such a sweet and simple order, emphasis on sweet, he didn't seem the type to order something as sweet as a brownie. Though, that being said, he did order a tea that was rather bitter.

"Can I have your name?" Holding the cup with a pen in hand.

"Levi"

"Alright thank you, Levi. Would you like your brownie reheated?" Asking with a soft and friendly smile "Yes, please."

After asking him to sit down you start to prepare his tea and brownie, approaching him with a black tray in your hand and his food on top of it.

"Please enjoy, Levi!" Setting the tray down and flashing him a little smile before leaving him be.

And that was it, you thought this was as close as you strangers could get.

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A week to 4 days to 3, he started coming by regularly. Nothing special really, he wasn't the only regular, but you sure as hell didn't expect to be able to talk to him as if you've been friends for ages.

You've memorized the way he likes his tea, you know he has a sweet tooth that he wouldn't admit he has and you know that type of coffee he likes when he needs to get through a lecture.

Every 3 days became 2 then daily, he was back again. You didn't know why but it seemed to excite you to see a familiar face, his familiar face, what didn't make sense was why him? Why was he so special?

Was it the way he openly admired your focused and quick work attitude, the way he would pleasantly chat to you about his life outside this café or those sweet little banters you two have when he enters and leaves the store.

For a man that didn't smile much, he sure was a treasure to have around.

Often enough for you to notice though, he always seemed to sit alone. Asking about it, he's never really responded with anything other than a:

"I'm waiting for someone."

You've never seen this someone. A friend perhaps? A date? Whoever it may be, they seem pretty rude to never show up even once.

Leaning on your arms over the counter to ask him "Waiting again?" Levi started sitting closer and closer to the counter just to make your conversations easier.

A slight pause was present before his answer "Yeah." "Is it the same someone as last time?" Thinking for a moment, "No, it's a different friend."

"Not that is any of my business, but it seems pretty rude for your friends to just never show up like this. You could wait for an hour or so and still not be pissed, gotta say that's pretty admirable."

"It's not a big deal. I mean, I'm stuck here waiting with you aren't I? It's not so bad."

He's right, I guess it wouldn't be so bad if you waited with him too.

"How smooth, Prince Charming." Despite your snarky remark you can't deny, it was nice hear that you made his wait bearable for him.

To the untrained eye, someone could see him as a stoic and quiet man, maybe even intimidating. But with trust and patience, he was sweet and compassionate, it could make your heart melt.

Taking as sip from his tea, presumably ignoring your little banter, you could've sworn you saw the softest smile accompanied with a little blush.

I wouldn't mind waiting with you.

--------------------

Nearing the end of the year, a cool breeze can now be present everywhere. Malls, stores and homes turning on their heaters to help with the growing cold.

Leaving his building wearing a stylish grey coat, already on his way to his personal sanctuary, his thoughts were interrupted with a loud and high:

"LEEEEVIIII"

Turning around he was met with a very much energetic Hange Zoe, stopping in his tracks to see what they have to say. "On your way already? Excited to see your sweetheart?" They said, smirking with a deeper intent than to tease.

Levi's friends were more attentive than he had thought, it didn't take a while for them to realize that he'd been leaving the campus in a slight rush. It also didn't take them long to start guessing what else he could possibly have better to do other than sit in the library or go home immediately.

"She's not my sweetheart." He absolutely wishes though, liar. With Hange and his friends bombarding him with questions like "What's she like?" "Is she pretty?" "Are you going to make the 1st move?" It left butterflies in his stomach. The thought of a confession made his stomach twirl, even if it didn't show on his face.

He often thinks about when that perfect opportunity would arise or even if something like that exists, he'd love to win your heart over and have you in his arms. The thought of you spending your days together, official, made his heart swell, yours too. But how could he possibly ask you out? Who the hell was he to you?

"Right, of course she's not.." Hange responding quickly, stretching out the 'right' to emphasis her suspicion. "Then in that case, you should invite your 'friend' to our little gathering before we leave!" They said with a smug yet genuinely joyful expression on their face, nudging his arm to the suggestion.

"Why would I want to do that?" Levi said plainly. His friends had decided to eat out and drink together at a spot not too far from the campus.

This way they could somewhat spend their holidays together before they actually have to leave for the holidays to see their families. Including Levi, who had planned to spend it with his mother (and uncle).

"Aww c'mon, don't be like that! One of you have got to make a move sooner or later. Plus, wouldn't it be sweet for her to know that you'd been thinking about her?" They argue, thinking about it, he decides to comply.

Already walking off "Fine. Just don't follow me." "Aw but I wanna see her!" "Too bad." They follow him anyway "I'll just wait outside then! Then I'll leave once I know you've asked her!"

Clicking his tongue in agreement, they both head their way to the little café he was ever so familiar with.

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It was a busier day than usual. Though, it's to be expected due to the cold weather. It just makes people want to sit down and drink their coffee or hot cocoa, warming up their systems.

As you give the last customer in line their coffee, you hear the door open. Looking up to welcome them in, seeing who it was, a brighter smile was presented, almost as if it was an instinct.

Walking up to the counter Levi was understandably nervous, he even considered bailing on the idea now that he's here. But seeing your bright excited smile as he entered the door kept him in motion.

"Levi! Having a nice evening?" A tug at the corner of his lips made your heart pound, "Yeah." Cutting his answer short, his mind too busy to think on how he should pop the question.

"What is today?" "My usual coffee, take out, please." Nodding and grabbing a cup, you start making his usual. Looking back at Hange, they gesture him to stop stalling. You catch him looking out the door to see a tall individual with glasses.

"Is that the friend you've been waiting for all these days?" Your smile lightly calming down "O-oh no.. they're actually.." stopping himself in his tracks, air getting caught in his throat.

"I actually wanted to ask you something." "Oh? What is it?" Your attention shifting to him. "My friend.. And I wanted to ask you- if you'd like to join us for a gathering we're having. W-we'll be eating out together before we leave for the holidays." Not knowing where his eyes should look, he didn't look up until he finished his question.

Seeing your face, visibly shocked but not displeased, a bit flushed. Your eyes soften at that thought, he wanted you to come with? To spend time with you? You couldn't hold back your soft and sweet smile at his offer, what would be the point? Hiding your joy would be pointless.

Taking a look at your face, your initial reaction to the soft look you gave him. He was growing confident, maybe this wouldn't end up blowing up in his face and ruining his relationship with you.

Until your facial expression showed a bit of annoyance, a customer had fallen in line behind Levi with her kid. While the kid seemed rather patient, taking a look at the cakes in the display the mother look impatient and annoyed. "Uh- I'm sorry, Levi. Could you stand over there for a moment" gesturing to the end of the counter "I'll get your coffee ready in a minute."

With that, worry immediately washed over him. Did he say something wrong? Was he too straightforward? Did he mess up? He does as you ask and step aside, too occupied with his thoughts to realize that small flash of annoyance was in no way meant for him.

After dealing with the lady and her daughter, you walk over to Levi, his freshly made cup of coffee. "Sorry about that.. here, your coffee." Seeing his worried expression you give him a reassuring smile, your hand lingering on his as you hand him his coffee.

"Thank you so much for the invitation, Levi. That's very sweet of you." Your face showed a light flush. "It's a really busy day so- don't throw away the cardboard cup sleeve, I don't want to stop this here.." still a small bit stuck in his thoughts, he replies, "A-alright.. Thanks." Giving him another reassuring smile he heads his way to the door meeting up with the friend still outside.

"Looked like it went well!" Hange said joyfully as Levi left the café. "I don't know.. maybe it wasn't the best day to ask her, she seemed occupied." He doubtfully thought, "Huh? She seemed pleased! What are you talking about? Plus, she wrote something on your cup didn't she?" They noted in a curious tone, pointing at his cup.

Catching his attention, he takes a look at his cup and they were right, there was something written on the cup sleeve:

"I'd love to ♡ text me the details!"

was written in black marker followed by your number.

A visible yet faint blush was spread across Levi's face. He hadn't mess up, you don't hate him, you wanted to spend time with him. "Aha! See! Isn't this great?" Hange said enthusiastically, interrupting Levi's train of thought.

"..Yeah"

I'd love to♡

Yeah, this is great.

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Standing outside by the entrance of your building you stood there waiting for Levi. Having talked about it beforehand you both had decided he would just pick you up and walk with you to a small KBBQ place, just a few minutes away from the campus.

Levi wasn't the biggest fan of smelling smoke as he ate but compared to the rest of the 'cook-it-yourself' places around, this place had better ventilation, a cleaner surrounding and a decent price.

[6:03pm] Levi: Just stay by the entrance inside your building. I'm almost there.

Y/n: Alright! :)

[6:04pm] Levi: Be safe.

He's so sweet.

The weather was nice this evening. It was calm, and the wind wasn't unbearably cold, it was nice. Seeing a familiar figure across the street turning the corner, you face showed excitement as Levi lightly waved seeing you by the door.

Exiting your building you meet with Levi outside the doors, greeting him with a smile "Lead the way!" softly smiling back at you he starts to walk, making sure you're close to him. "It's not far, stay close.. okay?"

Matching his pace to stay close to him, you walk together in tranquility, engaging in peaceful conversations, asking about how they'll spend their break. It all felt natural, makes you wish that KBBQ place wasn't just 20 minutes away.

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Nearing the restaurant you see the silhouette of a tall, blonde man standing by the entrance. As both of you walk up to him, he greets you with a friendly smile and wave.

"Hello, you must be Y/n, right? I'm Erwin, It's nice to finally meet you." He greets to which to you reply "It's nice to meet you too!" he must be one of Levi's friends who would join us- stopping your thoughts you think back to what he said:

"..nice to finally meet you."

Finally? Has Levi been talking about you? You felt a light blush at the thought, thinking about me?  It was nice to think that he'd be thinking about you, after all, you'd been thinking of him too.

"Follow me, we already have a table." Walking inside gesturing for both of you to join, Erwin leads you to a reserved table. Seated at the table were 4 people, one of which you've seen outside the café, the day Levi invited you to eat out with his friends.

As you approach the table you were quickly greeted with hello's and nice to meet you's. Sitting down next to next to the familiar face, they introduced themselves.

"It's nice to see you again! I'm Hange!" "Oh yeah, you were standing outside the café that day, why didn't you come in?" you asked out of curiosity, "Oh I promised Levi I'd wait for him outside while he asked you out!" They gladly explained, lowering their volume to just about a whisper to continue "Y'know.. I was the one who suggested to invite you, Levi can be quite a shy one." They smirked which followed a chuckle.

Looking over at Levi to see some sort of confirmation. All you saw cute pink blush that ran across his face, him looking forward to either avoid eye contact or pretend like he didn't hear, either way, it was adorable.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you! I'm Nanaba, this is Miche and that's Moblit." Nanaba had introduced going down the line.

"It's nice to meet you all." you simply said, "though.. I can't help but notice, it doesn't seem like you guys extended the invitation to anyone else. Why extend it to me?" as much as you enjoyed sitting here with Levi and his friends you couldn't help but wonder why, couldn't help but want to know it straight, said to your face.

"Because we want to get to know you." Levi admittedly explains, though he feels he wants to get to know you more than anyone else here. His friends nodding in agreement, some smirking at both yours and Levi's oblivious interactions.

Clinking your glasses filled with alcohol the night went on filled with laughter and nonsense. You kept your alcohol intake low knowing you'd obviously still need to go home and you'd rather go home walking than slumping on some poor person's shoulder.

As minutes to hours pass by, sharing stories that brought out laughter which rang around the room. Soon enough it was nearing midnight and some of you were a bit tipsy, some more than others, though you kept yourself your little promise of not going home a blackout drunk.

You weren't drunk but you were tipsy enough to be not be embarrassed if you were to spill some truth about your feelings. After the bill was paid, stuff gathered, and as they walk their way to the door Hange proposes an idea to Levi.

"Y'knowww.. Y/n would really appreciate it if you walked her home.. can't let anything happen to her ya'know.." Clicking his tongue at the smell of alcohol in their breath "What? Did you think I was just gonna let her walk home alone? It's almost 11."

Miche budges in abruptly "Is that why you barely drank?" clearly to tease the man. Overhearing the conversation without really thinking you cling onto his arm "I'm not that tipsy.. but I'd love the company.." a light pink was present across your cheeks, you couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the blatant confession.

"Even if you were completely sober, I'd still walk you home." He'd love to.

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There were lots of stars out, nice view. The cool breeze, the bright moon, it was all so beautiful. "When are you gonna leave..?" Catching his attention, "Hm?" "to visit your mom?" you weren't exactly sure why you wanted to know, he did say he was coming back, maybe you just didn't want the night to end yet.

"Tomorrow. I'll be leaving in the morning, why?" he asked back, "Nothing.. just curious." Looking up you see the moon in that navy blue sky, it gave you an idea. Walking into your building you were still gripping his arm, not as tight as when you were out on the street but you didn't exactly plan on letting go just yet.

"Do you mind staying for a bit?" Embarrassed to ask but you did anyway. Taken aback "What? Why? Are you not feeling well?" he asks with a flustered and concerned tone. "No it's not.. you don't have to- I just.." you could feel the alcohol help you speak the truth "..wanna spend more time with you."

It felt like his brain stopped for a moment, did she just..?, but in reality it was racing with thoughts to the point where he didn't even notice. Scared of his silence you ditch the idea just as quick as you proposed it, practically interrupting yourself. "Sorry- sorry, I didn't mean to be- I didn't mean it like that-" apologies and explanations start to leave your mouth all at the same time.

"No, it's alright. I-I know what you meant.. I don't mind." holding back his stutters fairly well the blush spreading towards his ears were as evident as ever. "What? Really?" thank god he didn't take it the wrong way, "Tch," avoiding eye contact and walking toward the elevators "you want my company or not?" "Very much.."

On your way up to your room there was a sense of familiarity and comfort, even though the signs of success were there, you weren't exactly sure what you were so nervous about. Maybe you were sobering up quicker than you thought, it's not all bad though.. You didn't exactly want him to just deal with you drunk, you didn't want him to see you that way.

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Taking out your keys, opening the door and letting both of you in, you turn on the light and offer him a drink as you open your fridge "Sit down, do you want anything to drink?" "How the hell would I know what's in your fridge?" He says dryly

"Heh- that's fair, hot cocoa then?" Giving a simple nod at your offer you take out two mugs and start to warm up some milk. "Sorry it's just hot cocoa mix and milk." You apologize for no apparent reason other than to avoid the awkward silence.

"That's fine, how do you think I make my hot cocoa?" he asks sarcastically, "with fresh cocoa beans fresh from the tree" you retort jokingly, laughing a little. Surprisingly, he giggles along, making your heart flutter.

Looking at the clock as you pour the milk into the powder, 11:27pm, you interrupt the silence once again with an apology "Sorry.. I know you have you leave in the morning.." you remind yourself as you add a few marshmallows to your cups, walking up to him to give him his drink, "Why do you keep apologizing? I meant it when I said I wanted to be here." He reminds you as he takes the cup out of your hands, unable to hold back a smile the tension on your shoulders loosen, relaxing at his remark.

"If it doesn't bother you.." grabbing the blankets off the couch and opening the window "the nights beautiful.. and the view is better on the roof.." seeing the confusion on his face, you explain in a simple manner "don't worry, it'll be quick and the roof's actually pretty clean. Stargazing on the roof is actually pretty calming."

Trusting your rather odd offer you set your mugs on the counter next to the window to easily step out onto the fire escape. Once both of you had exited you grab both your mugs through the window and head up the steps leading to the roof

"Y'know I didn't expect having to climb out a window today." "Honestly I didn't expect to be stargazing with you, but it's not so bad is it?" "No, no it's not."

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Reaching the roof you set 1 of the blankets down to avoid sitting directly on the roof.

Sitting down you pat the spot next to you asking him to sit down, doing as you request, he settles beside you holding onto his hot cocoa for warmth "The second blanket is for us, no secret that it's gonna get chilly." You explained, casually wrapping it around both of you, what a bold move.

You smile at him, showing fulfillment and joy. The smiled you both see around each other always show honesty, such a simple gesture can convey so much. Now under the moonlight, snuggled together close, his heart couldn't handle how lovely it felt. You could've sworn you saw his eye water a little, that or the light of the moon glistened brighter than usual.

Looking up at the stars, admiring their light and formations, sipping on your warm drink, the air in your lungs start to lock up. Exhaling a breath you didn't know you were keeping in, the comfortable silence was broken with emotions put into words.

"Other than a ball of fire a huge distance away, do you think they can be anything else?"

"I don't know." he answered with simplicity and honesty.

"You ever wonder how long the stars have been here?"

"Not really, I don't look up at the sky that often. But I'm sure they've been here for a while."

Say it.

"I'd happily wait a billion years to see you."

Taken by surprise, he swings his head to take a look at you.

"..whether it be coming to the café, picking me up, coming home from a trip or seeing you in another life. I'll be here, waiting for you to come home. You wouldn't ever have to second guess it, because I'll be here, loving every second of it."

Looking up at him, to pour your heart out. "Because every second of it, I'll be loving you."

Letting out a shaky breath, holding you closer, softly yet firmly holding onto your hand, letting out the simple truth.

"That and so much more is the reason why I can say: I love you too."

[remuscore]

i cant access reddit noooo

Alright here’s the entire fucking thing because who gives a shit

Hi hello! As I started making my own picrew, i couldnt find readily available tutorials so i might as well put one here? if this is against the rules im so sorry about that hgdiuoji but yeah! also apologies in advance if im not clear, ill try to be as clear as i can but i cant guarantee anything.

so! i cant have any images properly but ill try my damndest to be helpful!

step 1: creating the actual picrew workstation

-youll need an account to make one, but that should be simple enough (im not 100% sure). a not i should say, that itll be much easier for you if you use a browser that translates things for you? because everything is in japanese so unless you can read japanese i suggest doing this

- youll be asked to give a name and pick between kisekae and random. i havent understood the difference myself, but the main one ive seen around on picrew is the kisekae ones so if you dont know itll be easy to default to that

step 2: youre on the main screen, what do you do?

- when youre here you can add a description, icon and tags to your picrew, as well as pick what the picrew can be used for (non commercial, commercial, individual and processing). i havent figured out what these mean but look around at other picrews and base your decision off of those! (you can select multiple out of the 4 options)

-youll see around the top left of your screen, that you have 500 parts available. this seems like one of two things at first, either "oh god thats not enough" or "oh god thats so much". not to worry not to worry! base items count upwards of that 500, but categories and different colour options dont affect it.

Step 3: ive added parts(categories), what now?

-from here on out everything should be decently simple. in "item" youre gonna be able to add items. when you do add an item, theres two boxes, you should put the item in both. if you put it just on the one on the left, youre not going to be able to see it on the picrew, but if you put it just on the right, youre not gonna be able to see the preview thingamajig. with mouths, eyes, facial features etc i should note, you should click on the "trim transparent areas" as it lets you see what they look like without them being small as all hell (its not gonna force the picture to have white borders or anything like that when i first tried it)

-if you go to configuration you will be able to add the category icon, and set whether or not the item can be moved around or rotated, and how many pixels it can move at a time. this is where youre also going to be able to add all the different colour options to be in your hairs, shirts, eyes etc, at the bottom right of the screen after youve scrolled a bit.

- enabling the resize option has caused it for 2 people other than myself for it to go to the top left, and not be where you draw it, so use that option with caution

Sorta step 4: im back on the main screen, what does the layer option mean, next to the parts/categories?

-the layers section lets you figure out if, say, the hair is above the eyes, or if the eyes are above the hair. essentially this works similarly to how a drawing programs have the layers functions.

and that is all! i hope that this was. actually helpful? and also i hope that this isnt against the rules of the subreddit gfindoijp. if any of you end up making your own picrews, i know yall are gonna do great :D! also apologies that this is a wall of text fgoidkpo. feel free to put questions and ill try my best to answer them!

edit: i have recently learned/realized picrew operates on a 600x600 pixel size! if any of your backgrounds end up being weird, or your picrew characters, this is most likely why!

[achaotichuman]

Finding your style of writing is definitely the hardest part in my opinion, but here are a couple of things that helped me.

When it comes to speech tags (like said) a lot of the time they arent actually necessary. Like if two characters are having a back and forth conversation there shouldnt be a great need for speech tags, unless you need to specify a change in tone or volume (whispered, hissed, shouted etc) And what I find helpful, is rather than repeating he/she/they shouted, whispered, hissed, said etc etc, I change up the wording or focus on what their body is doing.

Example.

"It's not my fault!" He shouted.

Vs

"It's not my fault!" Hands thrown in the air, he turned his rage-filled eyes to her.

The exclamation point does most of the work in this instance, and the body language tells the reader he is shouting.

In the same thread, you dont want to overwhelm the reader with descriptions. So you'll find your own balance.

Example.

"It's not my fault!" Hands thrown in the air, he turned his rage-filled eyes to her.

Whole body shaking, she whispered, "I know."

"You don't! You keep bringing it up! And I am sick of it!"

"Well, I'm sorry for your feelings then!" Finally, she raised her voice, "I'm sorry I'm such a bad wife!"

"Great! So now I'm the bad guy?!"

"Yes, James! Yes you are!"

Clenching his hands, he remained silent at that.

This is just an example of mixing up the different speech tags. As you grow and learn in your style you'll take bits and pieces of ideas from others and may incorporate them into your own. And you'll find what works for you.

Now onto the action scenes, I am still very much learning how to make those, they are hard to write. But something I found helpful was focusing less on what the characters were doing with their bodies, and instead using their interaction with the world around them as a way to describe the fight.

Example.

He pulled his arm back, then launched, his fist driving into his opponents eye. They spun, nearly tripping, but threw their hands up and went right at them.

Vs

He pulled his arm back, the jeers of the crowd ringing as his fist made contact with his opponents eye. They managed to spin, knocking into a chair and nearly falling but throwing up their hands and attacking.

Im not great at making examples, but you get the picture, adding in whats happening around the fight rather than focusing on the actual movement gives the reader a good picture of whats happening without overwhelming them.

Focusing on pain as well helps.

Example.

Pain shot through their skull, the punch's burning mark causing him to stumble. Spinning on his feet, even as his shin hit a chair, he threw up his hands and attacked.

So my recommendations are, include physical pain, interaction with the world and even include some monologuing and observation in the MC's head or from the narrator.

Altogether it could look something like this.

Arm reeled back, Ciar threw the first punch. Gasps erupted throughout the tavern as his fist hit Ajax's eye, and he stumbled back. Hitting the bar top behind him.

With death in his eyes he spun back on his feet, Ciar nearly tripped over his own feet and only had time to suck in a single breath before he was thrown to the floor.

He tried to kick up, and punch and fight and bite, but it was no use as blow upon blow rained down on him. Shockwaves splintering through his skull as all the air in lungs was stolen.

I find it's more effective to focus on pain, description and interaction rather than what the limbs are doing. We all know how to throw a kick, or pull a punch, though of course its important to include what the limbs are doing from time to time. Like in "Arm reeled back" in the text above.

Basically, its about finding your style. When I started writing properly I made a rule for myself to try and use pronouns and names as infrequently as possible.

Like instead of, "Ajax punched him in the eyes, then he threw him to the ground, then he kept going and going"

Its "Ajax punched him in the eye, before throwing him down to the ground, striking and striking without end or mercy."

Also, there is the wonderful magic of *editing*

Write things as plainly and obviously as you want to. Where everything is just spelled out rather than showcased, then comb through the scene and remove repeating words and phrases. Reword things how you like them, or a good idea I heard is to try and rewrite the scene from memory without rereading it. It will be slightly different with all the main bits that matter. You can compare and edit as you want.

In the end, as you write and develop your talent you will find your style and find what works for you. It also changes depending on whether you write in first, second or third POV. Who your character is, and what they are doing or who they are fighting. Writing is definitely not a one glove fits all type thing.

I hope this helped you a bit!

It's the way I can write but I can't write at the same time.

I can think up scenes, characters, things like that. But when it comes to fighting scenes, I'm stuck.

Does anyone know fighting terms for a fight scene? Like parry for example.

And for other words like "said". I have to search for similar words to said and I get tired of it😮‍💨

Advice would be nice! This isn't for fanfics but just writing in general.

[impaladolan]

What if y/n tried to sneak out again and ends up opening a door and it’s literally a conference room and grays ins sitting head of the table and it’s filled w mafia men lmaooo and she’s just like oh sorry was looking for the bathroom which is an obvious lie cos girl has one in her room and she runs away and one of them catch her and take back to grays I mean does he punish her in front of the men girl that’s up to you but even if he doesn’t I feel like it’s like a lowkey funny concept like poor girl she just tryna escape hahaha

Anonymous said

i think it would be fun if y/n just constantly winds up him now in hopes he will get sick of her antics and just tell her everything hehe like maybe one day she steals his rolex, smashes all the plates lmaoo idk now that i type that out i feel like he won’t care and just spank her ass every time (which i highly doubt she’s gonna complain about lol)

Capture - Grayson Dolan [7/-]

summary: y/n has always been a curious women, but when she stumbles upon something she’s not supposed to.. things become too much to handle...

warnings: swearing & humiliation/degradation..

a/n: do y’all want to do tags @?? and also, thank you sweet anons for the prompts! love you all 💕

The events to which had pertained early this morning continuously played on a loop in your head. Rerun after rerun, and you never ran out of film. It really made you question your decision-making skills, or rather any of the skills and manners you have acquired in your short time of living. You couldn't help the "imbalance of homeostasis" moreover your impulsive, fluctuant feelings that would come over you like a rushing water at times. It really made everything a bit more difficult to understand. In shorter terms;

What the hell even happened?

You couldn't deny or even feel guilty for the wrongdoings of this morning, but nor could you exactly excuse them. Yes, it was a heat of the moment type of thing and you really should have expected him to come barging in like that, but it still had taken you off guard. Although, when you think back to what happened, you don't regret it.

You miss it.

You miss the way it felt, to be sat atop of him and needing for his scared touch. He was like a drug. An addictive, life sucking drug that wouldn't wash away from your mind. He was all you could think about.

He is all you can think about.

The wanting demand to know his name, the request to see his godawful handsome face, the aching of his touch. Everything about him was mysterious and daunting. He drew you in, like a magnet against steel. The burning desire you have for him doesn't make sense.

How could you be in love with someone you barely know? Someone who had taken you away from everything you've ever known. A man that knows the ins and outs of you, yet you couldn't even recognize his name?

It feels like a game. A stupid, twisted fucking game that you're bound to lose to.

Sighing to your intrusive thoughts, you blow a wavering piece of hair from your face. You were stuffed under the lengthy duvet and your eyes were directed at the spinning ceiling fan above. The industrial, artificial wind-making machine upwards reminded you of a similar one placed in your room at home. Of course, this one didn't have a squeak but it still made the pit of your stomach drop in an agony-filled remembrance of home. It feels like forever ago when you used to run every morning. The feel of the harsh wind against your cheeks and the subtle pumping of your heart was washed away with the same old gray walls that you were enclosed by every single waking moment.

The sudden thought of just that sparked energy within you.

You were pretty exhausted from prior events and you thought you’d be able to get a nap or two in. But your overthinking and legitimate thoughts clouded your head and you just couldn’t find a way to sleep properly. Although now, you were ready to explore.

Well, explore the kitchen.

The mere thought of a tall glass of iced water sounds satisfactory. Especially for your often dry throat. So, you hassled out of the flooding white covers and marched straight to the door, pulling down the only thing that covers you; a large white t-shirt— presumably his. The urge to soothe the parchedness that swirled within you only strengthened as you trekked past the door and into the ominous hallway. You werent for sure if he was home or not, but at this point it really didn't matter. You were thirsty and you were gonna do something about it, one way or another.

You retraced your steps from only a few days beforehand, when you had tried to escape, which had ended in complete failure. Thinking back to it, it surprises you that he actually knew you were in the walk-in pantry the entire time.

It seems like he knows just about everything.

Like you remembered, the hall opened up into a large, modern looking kitchen that could possibly sustain an expensive restaurant if it really had to. Before you could pause in absolute awe by just gaping at it, you get straight to work in finding a glass. You swung open most of the cabinet doors, opening to mainly spice racks and pots/pans that looked pricier than your own vehicle. You finally found something that could fit the desired contents and you went straight for the fridge. Just as quickly, you dip your cup in the little boxed formation and listen to the ice cubes soothingly fall. You didn't even worry about the deafening bangs of the cubes as they fell from the dispenser, or the crackling or the cool water slipping down and around their entirety.

God, it looks like heaven.

You bring the cylindrical shape up to your lips and let the freezing water slip down your tongue and throughout your body. It cured any and everything that seemed to be wrong, at least for the moment. You dont stop your drinking until the water is fully ingested and the ice begins to burn the tip of your nose. You place the glass carefully on the counter and deeply inhale, shutting your eyes for a brief moment to think.

You’re tired of staying in that room all damn day, and you need a change of scenery. You know there’s got to be way more in this house than just the couple rooms you’ve ventured in, and what’s the worst that could happen?

Aww, he spanks your ass again?

Like that would solve anything anyway. He should know by now that it affects you differently. He seems to know everything else about you. It’s actually really frustrating. For him to know all the details and you’re left in the weird gray area that’s clueless and dumb. It makes you so aggravated and angered, and you wanted to oh so bad, put your foot down in some way.

So, that’s what you’ll do.

A devilish grin comes across your face as you leave the kitchen, waltzing into the dining area with scouring eyes. What could you possibly do to make the “almighty capturer” upset? The first thing to come across your head was unorganization.

He seems like a perfectionist, someone who likes everything put in their exact places and to not be tampered with. You share that similar quality, but you aren’t an extremist like him.

You first lay your eyes on the dining room table, the centerpiece along with the runner looking a little too nice. With a sense of urgency, you decide sabotage. Firstly, you grab the extravagant-looking art sculpture and set it on the floor. After, you crumple the cloth underneath it. With an odd smirk, you pull out all the chairs in not so orderly fashion.

Wow, Y/N, you really did some damage..

Taking a couple steps back to look at the petty mess you've made, a chuckle erupts from your mouth and you sigh yet again. You shrug the simplicity away from your head and continue your walking. You come about a spiraling staircase and instantly begin to climb it, eager to see the upper floor’s decor. Your hand slides against the railing as you become steps closer to your desired destination, another chic and modern looking domain before your eyes. Unlike the downstairs, this room held a lot more art work and a certain professionality you couldn't begin to explain, but you continued to move forward. You approach another hallway, except this one withheld a deadend, large double doors that open outward. It somehow gained your attention and you couldn't help but want a quick look inside. Nothing was really stopping you and there are no signs of him around, so why not?

You didn’t really need an answer, you just went ahead and did what was on your mind. Exerting the small amount of force needed to push down the handles, you pull the doors open wide and focus your eyes on the room’s interior.

Men, sat all along a table that led all the way up to him.

Your eyes widen in immediate shock and your jaw drops open. All of their heads turn in the direction of a barely dressed girl standing in the doorway, disrupting the importance of a meeting with their leaders.

You.

Papers were strung all over the long piece of oak and there was bustling before you rudely interrupted their transactions and communicating, but you were too frozen to react or runaway.

“What the fuck are you doing up here, Y/N?” He said your name with such a deep and dark mannerism, it made your pussy throb unexpectedly. “I- Uhm, I.. Bathroom?” Words wouldn’t come out straight, no matter how hard you tried. You felt the stares of a million, but you could only focus your gaze on him.

And he looks furious.

What could you do to escape all of this? Well, running actually. You take off just as you see him get up from his seat. You speed back down the hallway you first walked down and curved through the different paths you had taken prior. The faint “go fucking get her” that spilled from his lips had made it to your ears and a certain fear ignited within you.

You could hear the footsteps behind you, but you didn’t stop. You were almost down the steps, until that menacing touch of someone grabbing you right before freedom— immersed around you. You knew it wasn’t his arms wrapped around you, but you didn’t dare look back to see whose it actually was. You wanted to cry, struggling to stay in his grasp as he lifted you back up and into the meeting room from whence you came.

“Let her down, Marc.” His wondrous voice filled your ears and you’ve never felt so secure yet troubled in your entire lifetime. The large arms unraveled from around you and you were softly placed on the ground. You didn’t dare to look up, but instead focus on the ground beneath you.

“Get your ass over here, slut.” His dark voice filled the quiet room, and your heart plummeted at the sound of such a slur. Sadly, you could only listen to him, so you walk carefully around the table, making your way to his perch. You weren’t even fully near him until his arm reached out and clutched your wrist, forcefully pulling you towards him. He roughly laid you over his lap, in front of everyone, and pulled up the bottom of your shirt, allowing every eye to see you lower half nakedness.

And just like the early morning prospects, an echoing slap to your ass filled the room’s silence. “This is what fucking happens, Y/N. When you disobey me.” You could tell his jaw was clenched and his face was red with anger by the way he was talking. Tears began to form in your eyes, but not from the pain, but from the embarrassment.

How’re you supposed to face all the people in this room, after getting an ass whooping for the second time today?

“Guess you don’t know how to fuckin’ listen well, do you Y/N?” He kept saying your name like it was some kind of extravaganza, which humiliated you all the more. You didn’t want everyone to know who you are, laid across a grown man’s lap and getting seriously aroused amidst people.

Out of the blue, he wraps his hand around the back of your neck to pull you back up to face him, a dark red spread across your cheeks. “Lucky I don’t make you suck my fuckin’ cock in front of all of ‘em. Then they’d know you aren’t such a bad little girl, wouldn’t they?” He whispers against your ear as he sets you on his knee, facing the direction of the stone cold men veering their eyes on everything but you— away from the awful scene.

You shake your head to his words, feeling his large hands linger under your shirt. “Don’t think so? Would that embarrass you, sweetheart? Cause I couldn’t give a less fuck about that right now.” His hands continue to travel upwards, wrapping around the both of your unclothed breasts, the thin shirt material not doing much justice.

“Please, no. I-I’ll do whatever you want, just please— not here.” With those words of plea, you cross your arms over his hands and train your eyes to the floor in humiliation.

“Get back to you room, and don’t leave it. You’re on thin fucking ice, princess.”

to be continued...

a/n: don’t ask me why, i really don’t know why he has such an affinity for spanking her 🤷‍♀️ and it’s also 1:00 am that I finally finished this.. procrastination at its finest..

[raveneira]

Girl you’re obsessed with Sumire and Kawasumi. Stop it. Also Sumire tried to destroy the village lmao. She is the last person who will judge Kawaki for what he did (if he is even responsible).

I'd love to know what gave you the impression that Im obsessed with Sumire just because I gave a few complaints and expressed my dislike for a disgusting ship antis came up with to protect BoruSara from the two characters they feel the most threatened by, Kawaki and Sumire. That fandom is so threatened by them its not even funny, its pathetic.

I dont give af about KawaSumi, ship it if yall want Idgaf, but dont tell me what I can and cant talk about when KawaSumi and BoruSara fans cant keep BoruSumi and KawaSara out their fkin mouths and are constantly talking shit unprovoked under our posts and even our videos, ESPECIALLY KawaSara ones, but you have the audacity to come at me for expressing my opinion on my friggin blog? gtf outta here.

Now let me make this abundantly clear, I dont give a shit about Sumire, I dont give a shit about KawaSumi, I dont particularly like Sumire and in fact, could care less about her but Im atleast ok with just about any ship with her EXCEPT KawaSumi because that ship, in my opinion, is just downright awful and makes zero friggin sense because

1 Kawaki knows she likes Boruto and does not care

2 SHE IS CONFIRMED TO BE INLOVE WITH BORUTO AND HAS CONFESSED FROM HER OWN MOUTH TWICE NOW

3 Sumire is only tending to Kawaki because she happens to be Katasuke's assistant and she also wants to hear about Boruto from Kawaki. So she is using him as a way to know whats going on with Boruto, and also because shes suspicious of Amado

4 Kawaki and Sumire never interact outside of repairs which are always mainly Katasuke and now Amado doing the work with Sumire just assisting, other than that Kawaki leaves as soon as their done and forgets her entire existence

5 The only people Kawaki has a close meaningful bond with is Naruto, the Uzumaki fam, and Team 7, Sumire is a nonfactor and completely unimportant in his bonds

Last one is more of a personal reason, but I genuinely just cant see Kawaki being with anyone except Sarada, if not Sarada then alone, I just dont see Kawaki being with anyone but her, she was his first bond and friend, the one hes spent the most time with, the one whos seen him at his most vulnerable and understands him and was able to comfort him and he actually LISTENED to her, nobody else has that with him BUT her so its either Sarada or no one for me, its the only sensible and plausible Kawaki ship thus far.

Im not going to acknowledge that anime original nonsense they added because it completely contradicted the manga and changed entire course of events. But I will acknowledge their atleast TRYING to redeem themselves since they've been pretty consistent with the manga and have for the most part treated those two god awful episodes like they never existed. I also like how their consistent with the manga where Kawaki doesnt even think about Sumire, even after they changed things and had her reach out to him he doesnt acknowledge her at all lol not even Naruto acknowledges her from those episodes and he's the one she begged to go easy on Kawaki, the only one Naruto acknowledges as a bond/friend to Kawaki is Sarada.

So I will give SP credit for correcting their screw up, sorry if that pisses you guys off that Im vocal about what I dislike and call out BS and hypocrisy when I see it but its my blog, I properly tag every post I make so if you dont like what I have to say then mute the danm anti kawasumi, anti borusara, and anti sumire tags, that simple.

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5: Strong Feelings

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It was a new day, and after your encounter yesterday with the man in charge, you were sort of on edge with everything.

“Hey there Eri. I heard you got new books to read.” Your hand reached to a box, opening it you found picture books along with fantasy chapter books. “Do you have a preference for any of these?”

She picked out the most colorful picture book. “You want to read the Paper Dragon?”

You picked up the book and looked at the cover. It was very colorful. She smiled widely, reaching out for the book with awe. “Okay!” You chuckled playfully sitting on her bed, she followed behind and brushed up against you.

You began reading, trying your best to make it entertaining, you even got one of the guards to laugh, a golden blonde haired man. You’ve never seen him until now, his eyes were a boost in mood, and you could tell he was smiling at certain moments.

The book was finished and Eri was way more excited about books, she jumped up but only fell on top of you as she laughed loudly.

“Ms, L/n, could you read another?”

“Why dont we do something better?”

Eri’s eyes lit up, wondering what could be better than a book. You stood up and went up to another box, you looked through to find one pair of child scissors and a bunch of colorful paper. You pulled out stacks and stacks and put them on the ground.

You waved eri over and pulled out a stack of papers. They were orgami papers with various colors. “We can make a paper dragon and hang it up on the ceiling” eri’s eyes brightened at the suggestion. “Oragami is one of the best things they teach you in school. Only because you can create anything out of paper by just folding.”

You divided the colors as quickly as you could before guiding eri through a talk. “Choose the colors and 12 pieces of paper.” She started picking out the colors, mostly being blues and purples, and everyone watched as she chose.

“Okay, and then now we are going to take the first piece.” You grabbed a random sheet of paper and sat on the ground across from her. You started to fold the paper and looked at eri to see if she followed. “And fold it... like that.” She did as she was told and smiled cheerfully while doing it.

Continuing, you explained and showed her every step. She followed delightfully. And the end result came to be two dragons long and proud. “And so now choose a color.” You offered the marker case and she randomly chose. It was purple. You picked out a black marker and picked up your dragon. “Draw a face.” You drew two little dots to signify eyes and a smile.

She did the same but instead had the tongue stick out. You both chuckled as you stood up, stretching. You looked at the clock on the side of her bed and sighed. “Looks like I need to go.” You groan and she followed with a sigh.

“Eri, I will be back tomorrow to hopefully do another fun activity. Maybe we’ll draw tomorrow.” Eri ran up and hugged, tightly gripping on your pants. She let go, but her stare seemed extra saddened. “See you tomorrow. Eat well.”

She nodded to that and you were escorted out. The man guiding you out had long golden hair. His mask fit snugly on his face, his green shirt adorned with a pinkish red tie.

You breathed softly as he guided you back to your room. “Does anyone ever talk?”

He looked at you, as if to smile. “Yeah, but usually to each other. Not really to the head.”

“The head... oh you mean Overhaul right?” He nodded in agreement. “What’s your name?”

“If you need to know, I’m Setsuno Toya.” He said it as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He was glad about the short lived conversation.

“Well, thank you Setsuno. Hopefully we can talk again.” He unlocked the doors with a bow, and you bowed again.

When entering you ripped off the mask and dropped it on your desk looking at the warm food displayed on the corner. It looked to be an American dish, specifically pizza. Toppings were placed on the side of the plate mostly meats.

You nodded to yourself and dug in, loving the warmth of the food. You closed your eyes enjoying the savory taste. It was a simple dish, and it tasted homemade. You wondered who made it and where, since you hadn’t smelled anyones cooking while with Eri.

You finished up, and looked around the desk, clothes laid out on the top and a new mask. You rolled your eyes feeling like a doll with all these clothes.

You rummaged through though, curious as to what they were. It was a blue short skirt, with black shorts, and a white button up blouse to match. It was as if it was made for a summer evening, or a date.

The thought made you chuckle as you threw them on the bed. To think you had a secret admirer was funny to also think about. The world built itself on soulmates, why would anyone play around with that.

The thought then hit you. “Fate... wouldn’t put me here right?” And you couldn’t play around with the thought of that because you couldn’t physically touch anyone.

Everyone had protection and you feel like you’d be killed if you were to touch someone. You tried to laugh the thought away but it lingered, and it scared you.

The clothes fit perfectly. Of course, and you felt good in it despite the earlier thoughts. You honestly thought you looked good in blue.

You enjoyed twirling around in it not being bothered to hear the door click open. You stopped twirling to feel good about yourself only to be met with the man in white.

Your face matched a shade of tomato as you went to try and hide yourself. You bowed to him apologizing silently. He simply bowed to you as well verbally apologizing for disrupting.

“I just came to get you for the meeting.”

You cleared your throat as you nodded. You grabbed the mask on the desk and threw it on still blushing embarrassingly. You walked out with him trying your best to slow your heart rate.

“Chrono right?” He nodded. “You’re like his right hand man, correct?”

“Yes, despite his demeanor he’s actually good.”

“I wasn’t doubting him, I was just going to ask... Why all this?”

Chrono looked at you not understanding the question. “Why this whole base? It seems eerie and too much.”

“Overhaul.” Chrono paused and thought about what to say. “He want’s to change the world. He wants an old image to come back.” Chrono nodded to his statement and continue guiding.

“So, it’s to better society... Correct?”

He nodded and that seemed to lift a burden from you somehow.

Chrono slowly opened the door and to welcome you was the same masked face you had seen last night. This time his tie was loosely around his neck, and he seemed more stressed than anything.

“Welcome Back!” Overhaul greeted you with open arms as he watched you sit. “Hopefully today wasn’t too overbearing.”

“No, of course not. Me and Eri simply read and did origami. Which I thank you for getting supplies for that.”

“So, I see you guys are getting along.” He adjusts his tie and looks off into the distance. “Do you have any other requests?”

Your eyes darted to his face immediately wondering what context. “To take care of Eri.” You were shaky now. Your head wanted to explode as you thought of other things to request that wasn’t for the benefit of Eri.

“Just supplies to draw with.” He nodded and looked at you pleasingly.

“And do you need anything? Specific things you had in your living quarters that you need here.”

You pondered. “If possible. A small library.” Your request seemed to peek his interest, and he simply chuckled.

“Very well.” His hand issued you away, and Chrono guided you out.

“Chrono. How can you tell when Overhaul likes someone?” It was a bold statement and you felt as if he wouldn’t answer properly.

“Don’t worry. He likes you just fine.” He gave you a genuine answer, making you think.

“Now, get some rest. And leave a note of all your favorite breakfast items under the door. Our ‘chef’ wants to make your stay here interesting and home-y.” He left with a nod.

You smiled, not a big smile, because what was there to smile about. You turned on the small lamp light on your desk and scanned your room feeling something off.

Flowers were on your nightstand. Not the ones from before but new ones. White roses. They filled the whole room with a beautiful scent.

You rushed to find another note under the vase, your hands feeling the hand writing. Beautiful cursive saying

‘You’re like a beautiful dove amongst a trash filled park. You stand out like a sore thumb. You please me without knowing it, and for that I keep you near.’

You couldn’t help but shiver as you read it. A smile wider than usual filled itself along your face.

“Beautiful.”

Someone is playing with the strings of fate, and falling for you evidently. You held the note close to your heart laughing loudly as you thought of who it could be.

Your heart fluttered as you thought of the man in white. He seemed to have more personality in this place than anyone else, and he’s seen you the most.

You giggle at the thought, and the thought of not even seeing his face filled you with mysterious happiness.

It was like being in grade school again...

Hey hey! Its Lay. I am sad to inform you that I am sick. I have covid and so it’s hard to get things done while sick. So sorry if uploads are delayed, and or not posted weekly. I’m trying my best, and hopefully you guys support me all the way through.

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Simply, yours (8) (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre:  family AU, hapkido teacher AU, PhD AU

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: cursing, mature content, angst

A/N: This one was so easy and fun to write frankly! Thank you so much for letting me know your opinions for the last chap, it motivates me like 1000x more! If you could tell me what you thought about this one as well, it would be nice! Thank you 🎉 And sorry I edited this one, but Im sure there will be typos and sentences that made sense in my head while I edited but they actually dont, apologies! 

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Once again, you entered your apartment in silence, except the few times Baekhyun let out a tired, exasperated sigh. Your phone was blowing up with messages from your boss; honestly, you didn't understand why was he even trying to contact you after everything that happened. By now you knew you wouldn't be able to save your work spot. Not after what Baekhyun did. And here you were, worrying about not telling your darn boss about your pregnancy.

In the safety of your apartment full of love, you were able to feel. The hotness of emotions was coming back to your bloodstream, the numbness from throwing up and the adrenaline of the fight -it was all palpable in fading touches.

This time, it was you who let out a tired sigh, but you felt the burn behind your eyes yet again as you made your way to the bedroom to collect some clean clothes before making a beeline for the bathroom, ignoring Baekhyun's angry expression as you passed by him.

Before you could close the door, he murmured your name in a warning.

“What.”

“You know we need to talk, right?” he snapped, turning to you. He spotted your bloodshot eyes, full of unshed tears and he assumed you weren't seeing him properly. He was right.

You saw him blurry like a modern art painting. Pretty, yet so… unreadable, almost worrying at how you couldn't see to the depths of it. “I know.”

At your terse answer, he clenched his jaw and you blinked, letting the tears roll down your cheeks just to see the tick in his jaw, the set of his chin almost scary. “Go,” he sighed, pushing his hands into the pockets of his dress trousers. “We will talk once you're out of there.”

Without waiting for your response, he turned abruptly but to your surprise, he reached for the front door, swinging it open. You closed your eyes just in time for it to slam shut. And he was gone.

-

Quietly, you took a long shower, thinking he wouldn't be back until… well, until he deemed good to be back. Which could be whenever.

Honestly speaking, you never had such a big, troubling fight before. Never. Yes, you did fight, but he never left you. Not at that hour, anyway. And you were also never pregnant. So this was one of a kind problem you found yourself in, and as you tried not to sob through your entire shower, your mind instead stormed through options you had with what happened.

Except, you had none.

You were out of job.

Your boyfriend, a hapkido master, used violence on your boss.

Your boyfriend could be reported.

You lied to your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend… was mad at you. Livid.

Was this the end of your relationship?

No.

He wouldn't let go of you that easily, and the realisation of that made you sob right then and there. The relationship you two shared was stronger than any of your doubts that were scaring you; it was stronger than any bad word, any bad action, because you two were more than that and your connection was stronger than that. As much as it hurt you that he left without telling you, you knew him well enough to know he would be coming back to you. You knew he would forgive you and he wouldn't break up with you. Not when you were carrying his children. Baekhyun was much, much more than an angry emotion and a protective action.

And you were pregnant with him.

Three kids. Three.

“Fuck,” you sighed as you closed your eyes under the hot water, wanting it to drown out all of  your intruding thoughts. 

If there was an issue you two genuinely had to worry about, it was how you would feed them and yourselves. Would you even survive bearing three children till the end? Would you survive giving birth? You were way past the first trimester which meant you were over the dangerous period, but you knew better than that. Bearing one child was a constant risk. Three? Definitely playing with fire.

Not wanting to create a huge water bill, you reluctantly turned off the shower even though your body screamed for more. Tired and aching, you dried yourself up, not bothering to put on a lotion; smells had been playing with your stomach too much and you literally despised and hated the constant throwing up game.

It was just ten minutes after your shower; you were lying in the bed, tucked in and ready to call it a day, when Baekhyun came back. His timing was perfect and it meant he didn't wander off in the dark streets to let his frustrations out. He probably went for a short walk.

Some shuffling later, he appeared in the doorway, the small lamp next to the mattress you were lying on gently illuminating your tired self. You didn't dare to look at your boyfriend, but you knew you had to do it. He was expecting you to. He was not in the place to beg for forgiveness now. If it was anyone, it was you.

Sighing, you pressed your lips together as you sat up slowly, looking him dead in the eyes; those dark eyes that had still some leftover heavy showers in them.

“Baekhyun,” you started and he kept your gaze daringly, leaning against the doorframe. When he didn't speak, you pursed your lips. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have told you.”

Silence.

“I will need more than that.” Was his cold answer.

“Don't you want to sit down?”

He was quiet for a moment, but then he crossed his arms. You knew better than to test him. When it came to irrational stuff you did, he was using the “I'm older” type of power against you, and you couldn't argue with that. “What did he make you sign?”

Once again, it was quiet. He was burning you with his scorching gaze, and you felt your cheeks heat up in complete embarrassment and self-loathing. But you needed to be honest. “I-I'm not sure if it was in the contract,” you started, trying not to stutter, “but he made me… Ehm, I was not supposed to fall pregnant. In exchange of him promoting me at work.”

As expected, Baekhyun let nothing to be read from his face. “Did you sign the contract and not read what it said?”

Please, make this stop. “Yes. But I really didn't think that-t-that-”

He spoke your name, cold and harsh, obviously upset. “You didn't think what?! Just how irresponsible it is not to read the conditions of a piece of fucking paper that can be used against you, huh?!”

Slowly, you tried to breathe. This was necessary. He had to let it out.

“You could have signed him owning you for all I know! Fucking hell,” he sighed, now running his hand through his hair wildly, turning away from you for a moment before sharply turning back, startling you. “And you just wanted to do it because what- you wanted more money? Is it all about money for you?! Since when did you become so fucking materialistic that you would stand in your own damn dreams!!!”

Tears, tears, tears, and he was completely right. Opening your mouth, he snapped.

“No, don't speak! I don't want to hear it right now! Fuck,” he murmured, and paced in front of you, his jaw set strong. “You weren't even pregnant when it all happened, why would you want to get to more money so badly?!”

“I wanted to provide for us as well!” you shouted back now, but your voice was so shaky you felt like you sounded pathetic. He had to know, though. “We are coming from a low-class background, Baekhyun! Why is it so bad for me to want to do more when I am perfectly able to do so?”

“Because you would have ruined your own dreams while chasing something so artificial!” he shouted back, stepping closer to where you were sitting, but you didn't budge from the sudden movement. “Money was, and money will be! But us creating a family together won't be a forever opportunity! And you were willing to just hang it up for, what, 300.000 won more? Don't be ridiculous! Plus! He is a fucking arsehole! If he isn't touching you up, he is treating you like complete shit; you deserve better than any of this! And if I could have, I would have beaten him up long ago.”

You averted his gaze. His words were driven by his love for you, you knew that much. So as much as you wanted to be offended and hurt, he was hundred percent right. Everything he just threw into your face was correct and you couldn't defend yourself, because he would come at you right away.

“Is this really everything our relationship means to you?” he asked, a bit more quietly, but his tired tone was scarring your heart. You dared to look back at him, to see him staring on the ground, one hand on his hip.

“No,” you said and you cried again, “it isn't and you know it, too.”

“Do you think I am incapable of taking care of us? Of the kids?” he looked at you, huge puppy eyes on full display as he slowly let his guard down. “Because all of this just proves you don't trust me as the breadwinner of this household.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your arguments, but ended up going against it. “Baekhyun, we aren't in a situation where I need to stay home, clean and do nothing while you get to earn money as if it was some easy thing to do. I am, and I will continue to work,” you replied resolutely despised tears rolling down your cheeks, “and it isn't you as a breadwinner, but us.”

The society surely was patriarchal, so if you dared to talk to your father in this manner, he would have slapped you. There was no such thing as a woman who got to go against her husband or brother.

Baekhyun, however, wasn't your father or your brother. He wasn't even your husband, and when you saw his troubled look, he finally let himself sink down on the mattress. He was your kind, loving boyfriend. “I already said this,” he started, “but I am not, and I won't keep you inside the house, locked up, while waiting for me to return to you after work. I won't tell you what to do, you know I never did,” he said in a more friendly manner, but it still beared authority. “I respect you as a woman,” he said, speaking your name softly, “and you are my everything.” His hand reached out to caress your cheek that was still wet from your tears. “I need to see you only smiling, happily, but I cannot accept you lying to me like this again. I thought we had been together long enough for us to earn each other's trust, and you going like that behind my back and signing bullshit was nothing but stupid and irresponsible. Especially because your pregnancy was jeopardized like that. You can't be under stress like that, sweetie.”

Hearing him calling you a pet name, you knew the war was over and he finally was on the positive side. His authoritative voice still kept you on edge, so you didn't throw yourself at him just yet.

“If he kicked you out, which I'm pretty much convinced he did, I wouldn't be against you not working until you give birth.”

“Baekhy-”

“Shh, let me speak, honey,” he said quietly and shuffled himself closer, sitting right opposite you cross-legged  as he took your hands in his. “Listen. I know you know it, but having three babies under your heart is a dangerous situation,” he whispered loudly, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips. “It's dangerous especially for you. You are very tired after work, and you come home late and don't get enough rest. Sukyeong even told me you don't always keep up with your meals, and I don't like it one bit.” The way his lips moved against the skin of your hand was soothing you. “Accept that he threw you out, before I file a lawsuit against him for harassing you and making you sign nonsense contracts, and stay home. Find a part-time job instead, but you need to rest, darling.”

“Baekhyun,” you finally spoke and he hummed, as he let your hands fall to his lap. His eyes were now so gentle and full of worry. “I am so sorry. For everything. I shouldn't have done any of that, but please know I did it with good intentions.”

Baekhyun went silent for a bit, analysing your face, your tired features and pale skin, which only reminded him you had been throwing up today and dealing with the situation in the restaurant. Suddenly, he felt so guilty for making you go through all of it in just one evening, (although you were responsible for it, too). Let alone he just shouted at you for good ten minutes. He couldn't even imagine what other things you must have been feeling the past weeks, given how your body was changing day by day. “It's alright, babe, it's alright. I understand. C'mere,” he whispered, opening his arms and you threw yourself at him, making him almost fall back on his back. You snuggled your face into his neck, and he let out a satisfied breath, caressing your back gently. “I'm sorry for shouting at you. But I'm not sorry for punching that idiot. He deserved it.”

You were looking at the skin on his neck and how it disappeared under his shirt that had the first two buttons undone. “Thank you for standing up for me, honey.”

“My baby,” he murmured lovingly into your hair before he gave it a kiss. “My only baby.”

-

You woke up to slow, gentle caresses on your small belly as your shirt was ridden up just a tiny bit, Baekhyun not wanting to wake you just yet. He was behind you, wanting to spoon you as soon as he washed up and fell in bed next to you last night. It didn't take long for both of you to fall asleep, as surprising as that was. The events tired you out, and he wanted you to sleep as much as you could.

He kissed your clothed shoulder before he nosed your neck and buried his face in your hair, while his caresses didn't stop. Letting his eyes close for a moment, he brought his front just a little closer to you, his leg wrapping around yours that were politely connected. His hand absentmindedly wandered further up before going dangerously low, sending shots of pleasure down your core without even paying attention. You knew he would soon realize his effect on you, because you definitely felt like squirming in his hold.

His hand lazily dragged upwards almost touching the underside of your breast when you couldn't keep it in anymore, breathing in sharply just for his hand to stop right under the-

“Oh, I finally have you awake,” he murmured, his husky voice sending another set of chills down your spine.

You couldn't help but smile, happy you woke up to this. The fluid down there was saying something else, though.

“Slept well?” he murmured into your ear, as he continued dragging his hand up. You groaned softly when he groped your breast as he pushed himself even more into you, and you felt it. He was so ready for you.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, enjoying the massage as he proceeded to nibble on your ear from behind, your eyes closed in pleasure. “You?”

“I realised we didn't keep our promise, babygirl.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when your realised what he was implying.

“So, is my beautiful lady still horny enough to go the remaining two rounds?” His voice was so deep, you felt yourself scrunching your eyes shut, the adrenaline quickly making its way into your bloodstream. “We will take it,” he murmured and this time his hand was going down, down, down, the panties the only barrier from his wandering hand as he lifted the hem of them teasingly, testing just how ready you were for him, “very slowly, my dear.”

His fingers played with you just for few seconds before he pushed his middle finger inside, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you leaned back into him.

“It's so early, but you are already like this,” he continued while your head was swimming, his ministrations nothing short of slow, yet so pleasurable, “all for me.”

Your insides were squeezing painfully, and he wasn't moving faster, nor did he have the intentions. “Baekhyun,” you said, trying not to pant too loudly, “I just want you.”

“Hmm? Speak louder, I'm still sleepy.”

“You're such a tease,” you whispered in disbelief before surprising him by reaching behind you to touch him exactly where he needed you. He hissed, his eyes looking at your profile to see the smirk you had on your face.

“I wanted it to be slow, romantic and all of that,” he mumbled before pushing your hand away while he sat up, causing you to fall on your back. As soon as his hand was out of your panties, you felt a pang of frustration before he covered your body with his, his face close to yours as you tried to calm down from him fingering you so sensually.

“I want none of that,” you replied as you grabbed his face for a heated kiss, “I want you inside me, just about now.”

“Needy, naughty…” he muttered with a flirty smirk as he teased you at your opening, causing both of you to groan. “Are you ready, sweetie?” And he still made sure you were okay with him.

“I'm always ready for you,” you whispered, spreading your legs even more for him, as he pushed himself in, your eyes instantly closing in wonderful pleasure only he was able to give you.

He stayed inside, buried and panting into your hot mouth as he rested his forehead on yours. “Sweetheart, open your eyes for me, hm? I love you, you know that?”

“I know that. And I love you, do you know that?” you reciprocated, smiling up at him only to be rewarded with his smiley eyes as he pushed back before diving right in few more times, where he hit your sweet spot. Moaning loudly, he dragged his face to suck on your neck before he took one of your hands, intertwining them with his as he pushed it up above your head.

“I know that. You are my angel,” he said, finishing it with a guttural groan as he felt you pulsing around him, knowing you were about to cross the edge and he was not far behind you.  “Come for me. We have another round,” he breathed before kissing you passionately, messily, moanily.

You mentioned you wanted none of slow. And in the second round, he gave you just that. Baekhyun became ruthless, just before whispering: “Are you riding?” And he was fast to change positions. He helped you straddle him although you definitely had the energy to move and climb by yourself, given your crazy hormonal drive.

“That was just a warm-up session.” He warned, not waiting for you. Your screams, his groans, the heat, it was all so fucking amazing you were left in a complete bliss. You were fast to catch up to him, moving your hips while he was watching from beneath you, eyes dark, glazed over and completely smitten by you.

“You're the best,” you breathed out as you dragged your hands to you breasts, but Baekhyun wanted none of that. He swiftly sat up, his chest almost pressed to yours while you continuously rode him, up and down,  your hands being pushed aside just to be switched with his as he added his sinful lips to the swell of your breasts.

“You're a goddess, mummy,” he muttered, leaving a wet trail on your chest while his hands squeezed and massaged your mounds.

“Baekhyun!” you scolded, and despite the sweat and the delightful pull in your belly approaching yet again, you blushed; the blush definitely caused by his choice of words.

He looked into your eyes, his ones proud and lustful. “It's true,” he muttered, groaning as you sank down exceptionally hard, almost falling onto his sturdy chest. His hands were now squeezing your sides, helping you out, unable to keep the needy touches to himself when you looked so gorgeous like that. He squeezed your arching body to his sweaty chest.

A quick glance at your swollen belly that he made sure you noticed, his hand came to touch against it and you were gone. He caressed you there gently while swallowing your moans as you grabbed his face, kissing him, your hair falling, creating an intimate curtain just around where your mouths were connected. You still had an unearthly energy to help your boyfriend out to his orgasm, not wanting to be in the ecstasy alone, and as much as Baekhyun needed the release, his hands slid across your sides, holding your hips to stop their movement.

“Enough, baby girl,” he whispered into your mouth, leaning back ever so slightly to see your flushed cheeks, sweaty forehead. “I don't want you to hurt yourself.” He was still panting and you swore to god he looked so handsome with his hair glued to his forehead, puffy cheeks. You might have gotten horny again.

“Come with me,” you insisted, attempting to to move again but he bit his lip, a cheeky glint in his eyes, and he held your back tenderly, moving you to lie on your back, while slipping out of you. Hissing, he stood up quickly.

“I'll be right back.”

Trying to calm your breath, you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling in your aching body. A knowing smile played on your lips; Baekhyun would rather get a cold shower then another orgasm from you, just because he was worried about you. If that wasn't some darn good self-control, you didn't know what it could be.

Just as he promised, he was back soon, a towel in his hands to help you clean up. Once done, he lied back down next to you and you immediately curled up by his chest. “That was amazing.”

“Hmm, you are amazing,” he said. After a little pause, he asked: “You feeling alright?”

“Perfect. But I could go again, you know? You don't have to be so careful with me.”

He snorted as he played with the ends of your hair. “Jeez, you already have my baby! Actually three of them! Slow down, woman.”

You both laughed heartily, and he loved the sound.

“But I want to have youuu, my love,” you whined.

“You have me. You always have me. I'm yours. I'm just simply yours.”

A/N: just to clarify, this isnt the end, we still have quite some things to get through actually - more drama ㅠㅠ! Just didnt want to leave you on a cliffhanger. Hope you liked this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Any feedback is very much appreciated  🥺 🥺