#always ACTUALLY look behind you -- don't rely on mirrors alone!

[thevalicemultiverse]

"How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection?"

"I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue"

"I believe it would depend on the vampire in question -- apparently only certain types don't have a reflection," Alice says, having just pestered someone for more information on Lasombras. "And I think those vampires would make their displeasure at being hit clear very quickly."

[thir10th]

hey lovely! can I request a fic where r is feeling insecure with her body lately and emily shows how beautiful she is? fluff w some smut if you feel comfortable :)

Hi anon! your timing couldn't be better. This has been sitting on my drafts for weeks, i kinda hated it, but you just gave me an excuse to get back to it, so thank you for that and for requesting! Hope you like it <3

will you? - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

summary: see the ask. I changed it a bit but the main idea is still there tw: insecure reader, face-sitting, oral sex, body image, tiny bit of angst (blink and you miss it) a/n: this one might be a bit messy but i still enjoyed writing it! like & reblog <3

You throw your bag far away when you enter the hotel room. This case was getting hard, nothing was making sense, and you had been working for the past 14 hours none stop.

You need to ether sleep, eat something, a shower, or an orgasm. Or maybe all of them

but that isn't an option right now, because you're mad at her.

You aren't even sure why you had gotten so upset about it, its not like she had actually done anything, but you were still annoyed.

You were actually mad at yourself, more than at your girlfriend, but her words still resonating on your head wouldn't go away.

Emily's arms wrapping around your waist make you jump, getting you out of your thoughts.

Hugging you from behind, she rests her face on your shoulder, you feel her warm breath on your neck, she kisses your cheek lovingly.

Her arms leave your waist to reach your shoulders, her hands massage your arms which makes you close your eyes in pleasure, relying on her touch. Maybe staying mad wasn't that worth it.

"You know what i think you need?" she moves a strand of hair to kiss the curve of your neck "mh- what?" you say, a smile of pleasure starting to form on your lips

"I think you know what" she answers, you can feel her smile against your skin, her teeth brushing against your shoulder, and then you realize what she has in mind

"No, no, Em, absolutely not" You refuse, pulling away from her touch, turning around to look at her, crossing your arms.

"ugh i can't believe you're still thinking about it, after this morning" there it is, you are pushing her away again.

Why is she so insistent though, why can't she just read your mind and understand?

"Ok, ok I'm sorry, I just don't understand. You're always so open to trying new stuff, and that, just... i don't know, baby, i just want to know why you don't want it, that's all" She says, her hand reaching to rest on your arm to comfort you.

You just can't tell her, you're too ashamed. That same morning your girlfriend had suggested you tried something new in bed. She had asked you, boldly, (like she always did) to sit on her face.

She had insisted so much, you had denied every time.

Really, what was there to hate? your beautiful girlfriend was literally asking you to fuck her face, to eat you out, to give you full control. But you just couldn't do it.

"c'mon, baby, i just want to understand" she is being gentle, using her persuasion skills on you, calling you by the special pet name that would only come out in moments of special intimacy or vulnerability

She knows how to get to you, and that only makes you angrier.

You take her hand off your arm, getting yourself away from her, you need to be alone.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, try to keep it in your pants while i'm gone, all right?" you spit at her, and seeing her mouth-opened expression, you regret it inmidiately.

Standing under the warm stream of water helps you get your mind off of things for a while, while you wander what's exactly got you all worked up like this.

Emily doesn't deserve any of this, she had been nothing but sweet. Yes, she has been insistent about it, but that doesn't mean she had to be hit in the face with your own insecurities.

Getting out of the shower you stare at your reflection on the bathroom mirror. God, you hate how it makes you feel, but what you hate the most is how you're paying your own frustrations with your girlfriend.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, you get out, ready to face an angry Emily, instead she lays on the bed, already on her sleep clothes, reading with her book resting on her knees

"Em?" you try, she looks at you from over her book, then gets back to reading

"You're not gonna talk to me?" you ask

"whenever you're ready to actually talk to me, then I will. I'll try to keep it in my pants in the meantime, though" she shoots back in a sarcastic tone.

She's right, you shouldn't have said that, it had been a low blow.

You sit beside her, taking the book from her hands and placing it on the nightstand. She looks at you with mixed anger and sadness.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, you know i didn't, this is just hard for me" you try to explain. "Look, I just don't think it's a good idea, alright?"

"I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable, but i want you to talk to me, i've been trying to get to you, and you just shut me out" she says, sitting upright on her spot on the bed, taking your hands on hers, looking you in the eyes

"it's just... i don't want to... hurt you" her mouth falls open once again "hurt me? that's what this is all about? baby c'mon, you won't hurt me, why do you say that?" her tone switches to full concern now, the previous argument already forgotten

"yes, i will, I will choke you with this big stupid things and you won't ever want to go down on me again" you finally let out

"well... I'll die a happy woman then" she chuckles, trying to downplay it

"Ok, baby, listen to me" she holds your face with both her hands, forcing you to look at her, the tenderness of her gaze deepening into you

"i love every part of you, even the ones you don't like, thighs included" she waits for an answer but you don't say anything.

Emily lifts your your chin with her finger, and leaves a soft peck on your lips, the contact makes you relax instantly

"you are smart" she says, leaving another soft kiss on your cheek

"and beautiful" now getting your other cheek

"and sexy" she kisses your nose this time

"and so, so hot" she moves back to kiss your lips again, and you chuckle nervously at her words

"what can i do to help you believe me?" you shake your head "let me bury myself into you, please" her pleading is getting too much, her thumb caresses your face so softly, so tenderly.

How could you deny her anything when she asks so sweetly? you finally nod, the huge smile spreading along her face

"Em, are you sure?” you ask, biting at your lip as you watch your girlfriend sit on the edge of the bed and recline back, laying face-up atop the covers with an eager grin spread across her face. “I might weigh too much…”

Emily raises her head up and shoots you a look. “Honey, I’m positive,” she says, trying to keep the whine out of her voice.

She wants you on her so badly she can barely stand it, eyes flickering between your face and the bathrobe that covers your thick, delectable thighs from view. 

A moment of deliberation passes, then, without another word, you reach down and untie the soft white hotel bathrobe, letting it slide down your arms to fall to the floor at your feet, leaving you completely naked in a matter of seconds

"fuck" you hear her mutter "you're so beautiful" Emily breathes

“Not as beautiful as you” you murmur as she clambers onto the bed.

You crawl up it until you are kneeling beside Emily's head, the mattress dipping slightly beneath your combined weight.

“Is it okay if I…?”

“Yes.” her decisiveness tells you she wasn't joking, she does want this more than you had thought

You take a deep breath in and then lift a leg, swinging it over Emily and settling it on the other side of her head so that you are straddling her, your cunt hovering mere inches over Emily's mouth.

"Promise me you will tell me if i'm too heavy, or if you can't breath" too excited to resist, Emily reaches up to thumb at your clit. 

“I will” she says, sliding her free hand along your thigh, rubbing comforting circles into the soft skin.

“I promise you i will tap you twice, but i won't need it" she reassures. "You’re gorgeous—fuck, I wanna taste you so bad.”

Cautiously, you lowered yourself down enough that your near-dripping pussy was just barely pressing against Emily’s face.

You were planning to keep as still as possible in order to resist the urge to squeeze your thighs around Emily or put too much weight on her, but that idea flew out the window almost immediately after her tongue darted out, flattening itself against the lips of your pussy before dragging upward and settling at the soft nub of your clit. 

“Oh,” you gasp, giving a shuddery little jerk of your hips before you can stop yourself.

Emily moans in reply, the sound vibrating against your walls and causes you to whimper again. 

Her tongue flicks out, circling your clit and applying occasional pressure, whilst two fingers push inside you, crook and rubbing at your sennsitive inner walls.

You shudder and gasp, quickly losing yourself to the feeling.

“Oh, fuck, Emily,” you gasp out, finally giving in to the temptation to reach down and fist her hand into her silky hair.

Your girlfriend lets out another appreciative moan when you give it a rough tug, the vibrations making every feeling intensify.

Losing yourself to the pleasure, you rock your hips against Emily, knees pressing hard into the mattress. She has always been an expert on driving you wild like this.

Her nose rubbing right at your clit and you couldn’t help but moan, gripping tighter on the headboard. God, she has the perfect nose for this.

Emily’s mouth wrap around you, tongue sinking into your pussy as far as she can while she sucks at you, eagerly lapping your juices into her mouth.

Her hands groped at your ass, encouraging you to roll your hips, effectively riding her face.

She keeps up the pace, mouthing desperately at your clit until you can feel yourself letting go.

Hips stuttering and then stalling. Your thighs shook up, inner walls spasming around Emily’s fingers as you fall over the edge and into bliss.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Em...” You breath out, your chest heaving as you very slowly open your eyes, coming down to earth as Emily leaves little kitten licks on your cunt, sucking up as much of your juices as she could.

Your body shudders when her nose brushes against you again, this time an accident and she chuckles softly, helping you swing your leg over her and drop onto the bed beside her.

Emily stays put, lying face-up as she catches her breath. Then, once she feels able to, she rolls onto her side and grins at you.

"good?" she asks, her fingers softly playing with your hair

"absolutely perfect" You reply with a dreamy smile, pulling her to you for a kiss. You can't help but moan into her mouth at the taste of yourself on her tongue.

"I'm really sorry of what i said, Em" you said, keeping you face close to hers, holding her

"It's ok, I know you were upset. I just want you to know that i love every single part of your body, no exceptions" you kiss her sweetly, her words causing a warm feeling to spread on your stomach

"you're perfect" you say, pulling her in for another kiss

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hope you like it! reqs are still open!

[possumeaten]

Sonic prime analysis

so before I do anything: this is my first time using Tumblr so if the formatting sucks or something I'm very sorry

I've been re-watching sonic prime with my mother and she asked me what this is all actually about and I've just kind of started rambling about what I thought. I don't know if this is like already confirmed to not be the case or this is common knowledge, but I've came up with it myself and was quiet proud of it.

So the paradox prism is, as we know, a prism and I think everybody knows, that when light goes through a prism it's refracted (or better fitting for sonic prime; shattered) into each component of the light. And I think you can project that directly into the universe of sonic the hedgehog, by hitting the prism and therefore shattering it, each extreme that together results in green hill zone as we knew it before is taken apart and left in it's raw form. So if you were to look through the prism from different angles while letting light (the sonic universe before the shattering) go through, each of these universes make sense to some extent, given the circumstances sonic not being there. Sonic is of sorts the one holding together the pieces, but by that also the one to blame if they fall apart, which he quiet literally is.

Now when sonic prime aired was confused why prime and frontiers were released so close to each other. When looking at the bigger picture I think I understand.

Frontiers from a certain point of view is the thought of the rest (amy, knuckles, tails etc..) on their own, without (their) sonic, their thoughts, worries and relationship with sonic on display , something that I feel like forces was trying to do, but wanted classic and avatar in the game to much to actually make something with the rest of the characters. In prime on the other hand you have sonic without his friends. After their loss of relevance in the games until frontiers both frontiers and prime were like a breath of fresh air.

(For this I will specifically look at tails, because he is my favourite and he is the easiest to use for this:)

In frontiers tails was shown to feel like a burden, we see that he has worries. Mirroring that in prime, nine can't feel like a burden, since he's alone, but still starts relying on sonic after not even after a day. Mangey, although a lot different to tails as we've known him, makes sense, if sonic wouldn't have taken tails who knows how tails would've grown up. Though you can't really compare nine and mangey, mangey still is shown to have trust towards sonic, when he hides behind him in fear. Honestly there isn't a lot to say about sails. But all 3 have in common that they feel drawn to sonic, because (closing the circle here) sonic is like the glue for the universe we know. There are 1000 what ifs you could always apply to everything, that normally always could change everything as we know, but in case of sonic prime, it gives the feeling of still being complete all the same, no matter in what universe, as long as everyone is together.

this is kind of all over the place, I hope it's still understandable!

[slippery-minghus]

damn, this book on emotional neglect (running on empty, jonice webb) really has me thinking about the night and day shift between how my parents raised me before and after their divorce. like, i've always known it was a big change, but this book is often emphasizing what didn't happen, what you can't remember (because it didn't happen), and i suppose i never really understood that 13 was young enough that things happening then would have a developmental effect on me too.

(putting this under a cut because i get kinda detailed in talking about shit i went through)

i went from having a mom who was not just depressed, but over-involved and over-protective. there were a lot of rules (not that any were made understandable to me) and expectations to follow. i couldn't step out of line without immediate consequences and shaming. and my dad was... a lot more strict. or at least, had more demands. he was never very involved in my life, but he was more back then than after my parents split, even though i probably actually saw him more after the divorce.

and then when i was 13 everything flipped upside down. mom was never around. i was actually left home alone for a few hours each day, when hardly a year before i hadn't even been allowed to pick out my own clothes or cut up my own food. i reveled in the freedom, and found out ways to get away with more than i ever had before. i went from having a perhaps-too-present (but still emotionally unavailable) mother to one who was just never available across the board. and she was always so overwhelmed and miserable i felt even more guilty for making her life harder by existing. and my dad's expectations just got loftier and more vague.

before the divorce, i was always under constant threat of parenting, it was always watching, waiting for me to mess up or remind them that i existed. but after, i was left to parent myself. i had to figure out how to be responsible for myself, because i couldn't rely on anyone to look out for me. so at 13, i had to quickly and messily start learning skills that my parents had refused to teach me up until that point. i went from being behind on developmental skills to suddenly advanced beyond what was age appropriate.

in some ways, maybe a lot of ways, i think the effects on me before and after were very similar. i was dealing with opposite but mirrored extremes. i'd already known before the divorce that i couldn't ask for help, that my emotions were unacceptable, that my needs were a burden (and that having needs was proof my mom had failed as a parent, because what kind of shitty mom doesn't just intuitively know? and make it better before it needs to be asked about?), and that i could not rely on my parents for helpful feedback. they were an oppressive force to be placated to avoid their wrath. and then after... all of that just got amplified, under the twist that while i was no longer in a panopticon, they would still only pay attention to me when i messed up. and no attention at all was better than that kind of attention. so rather than going off the rails and rebelling with my newfound freedom, i stuck to the lessons i'd learned in the panopticon: stay small, stay out of sight.

and there was no real help from my parents in trying to understand, as a 13y/o child, what the divorce meant and how to process my feelings about it. not that that was new. what attempts they did make all circled around "mommy and daddy don't love each other anymore and this is why. *lists everything bad the other parent has ever done*". because vilifying each other was the only way they could think to explain it. because they were too caught up in their own pain and agendas. so instead of learning to sit with the uneasy feelings i had, and process what the changes meant for my life, i was learning about the graphic abuses my dad put my mom through from as far back as before they even married.

and when my dad got a new girlfriend, i was expected to just accept it. and welcome her into my life. i found out about her within a few months of the divorce- emphasis on found out about, not was told. i had been borrowing my dad's computer, and he hadn't turned off his instant messenger with her before giving it to me. and years later, after i'd accepted her as my replacement mom (because she was so much nicer than my actual mom, who was at that time even more neglectful than usual) when their messy break ups started, i was expected to not feel a thing. to just roll with it when the only parent who cared about me was taken away.

and by then, i was already a little self sufficient adult in that house. i got myself to school, managed my own budget (aka stole quarters from my dad's change bowl so i could afford lunch at school and gas for my car to get to school), i did my own shopping and fed myself most nights. my parents were so caught up in their own lives, but it was okay, because they didn't have to worry about me.

it was better that they didn't worry about me. because the alternative was not even getting to pick out what shirt i wanted to wear for the day.

edit: coming back to read through this and confirm my suspicions that... yep. i say all this, in the context of emotional neglect, and mention what emotions i was feeling exactly one (1) time. and vaguely at that. it's not that i didn't have them just.. they're not important. it feels more important to validate the history, to say this is what happened. a bit like it might lose integrity if i add and this is how i felt. because the unending overarching blanket of it was so painful and scary and i was so angry just... i dunno. like, we get it. it sucked. everything is stained with that feeling, to the point that i must've just been overreacting or feeling that way intentionally to ruin my parents' lives. but no, set the emotions aside, because here are the events, here is the proof that it was so hard. (the proof that it was their actions at fault, not me Having Feelings Wrong) emotions have no substance. they can come from anything, warranted or not. but talking about how at 13/14ish my mom wouldn't let me walk two blocks from school with a large group of friends but no adults? that's real. it's a concrete thing you can point to and say 'that's fucked up'. (and it is fucked up. it makes present me very frustrated. and reminds me of how infantilized and scared/trapped young me felt. how lonely i felt because no wonder no one liked me if i was always being singled out and overprotected like this. it was like she'd never stopped pinning the "not allowed to run" sign to my shirt. i felt humiliated. and so i was angry)

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

Looking in the mirror, you see smudged mascara from all your sobbing, and you feel empty. So very empty, you can barely breathe or even believe your human. The pit in your stomach wouldn't leave, and you knew why.

“Can you take the picture?” Being friends with yuji's friends was a delightful experience even if sometimes, they were unknowingly rude. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod watching them pose excitedly as you take the picture.

I break the ice, so they don't see my size.

Throwing the scale across the room, you scream in pure rage. You've done everything just to get like them and maybe you'll actually feel apart of the group, but this stupid body of yours just wouldn't.. work. Instead it stumbled and fell down, making you pick it up and rewire it like a robot you felt like one at this point.

And I have to be nice, or I'll be the next punchline.

You joke around with them trying to entertain so they don't just leave you behind like you have been so many times before. You feel like your suffocating, walking on eggshells around them so they'll always have positive memories of you, even if they tease you about your size or the way you look you just smile and say “well not everyone can be perfect, and don't you have split ends?” You're clearly teasing and they know as they chuckle and move on.

I'm just the best friend in Hollywood movies, who only exists to continue the story.

They love each other, but not you. You know this; god they all look at each other with such happiness in their eyes that you know they love each other. All three of them, and your just.. There. Standing there smiling, occasionally adding in something but your just there. An add-on as you help them figure out a way to even figure out their feelings. And once they do you know they'll leave.

The girl gets the guy while I'm standing off screen, so I'll wait for my cue to be comedic relief.

Yuji had come to you again tonight; not just to see you, you weren't that foolish to think he just wanted to see you. He wanted you to fix what happened, the group had gotten into an argument that had gotten out of hand. Megumi and Norabara won't even talk to each other no matter how much Yuji begs them to make up. So he had no choice but to send you in.

You almost want to laugh at how absurd it is. How much they just use you to fix their issues, to help with awkward silence, to drop them off somewhere, and many more. You almost want to sob, but you know yuji is here and he'll start worrying. You know he means well and he probably actually cares, but it doesn't matter. You've gotten used to your role, and you'll play your part.

Can't be to loud, can't be to busy. If I don't answer now are they still gonna need me?

You keep your schedule free. Just in case they want to hang out, and when they get loud you get quiet. They never seem to notice though. You keep telling yourself it's okay but relying on them like this is honestly driving you insane and you don't know what to do. You want to be yourself around them without knowing they'd tease, maybe even insult and leave. You can't help but think that maybe it'd be better if they just left you alone. Although you don't let the thought linger as it's your turn for Uno.

Can't be to loud, can't be to pretty. Do they keep me around, so their flaws just seem silly?

Trying not to fall down in hysterical laughter at how odd this situation is you keep a straight face full of concern as you held Nobara in your arms. She was crying a very rare sight and you were honestly ready to air out someones house when she said that she just felt gross. She didn't like herself; so of course you comfort her tell her she's absolutely gorgeous and should know that. You hold her shoulders so she's looking at you and tell her that if she needs to ever hear she's beautiful you'd call her that everyday.

Although, there's a inkling in the back of your mind. An inkling of jealousy, jealous that she has someone like you to talk to, jealous that she's that pretty and she still think she isn't, jealous that.. She's prettier than you. The jealousy almost grows before you immediately put it down focusing on making her feel better.

I say I'm okay, cause they wouldn't care anyway. And I could try to explain but my efforts in vain.

Pure panic radiated through your body as you tried to get away from everything. The people, the music, and especially them. They weren't supposed to be here. They weren't invited and they knew it but they showed up anyway and absolutely humiliated you. Insulting you in front of your friends as they thought they were jokes but you knew. You knew that they were insulting you, so you went lower; so low that even the devil wouldn't have said what you said.

You laughed when they thought you were in the wrong, as the person who so rudely came along just to try and ruin your day.. Cried? You couldn't believe it. Honestly, you wanted to genuinely start laughing at them. As if they haven't been taunting you for years about how you looked, but you stick up for yourself once and they cry? You almost started crying from trying to hold back cackles.

The trio kept trying to get you to speak up about what bothered you so much because apparently to them your their best friend. You thought they just thought of you as an acquaintance. So you tried to open to them, you tried to but they didn't seem present, as if they were only listening to respond and not actually listening to what you were saying. So you dropped it and said you needed time alone.

They can't relate to how I've drawn out in sharpie, where I'll take the scissors; if that's what it took for me to look in the mirror.

They kept asking questions trying to understand, but they've never struggled with this as much as you did. They don't know how it feels and they probably never will. It's not like you want them to feel what you feel, you'd never wish this on them. It's just you know they'd never understand; how you constantly change outfits cause one part of you just didn't look right, how you didn't usually go outside without them because what if someone sees you and immediately starts throwing up?

I've done every diet to make me look thinner so why do I still feel so god damn inferior?

You just want to be as amazing as them. That's all you've ever wanted is to be on their level, constantly behind them watching them wait for you daily made you feel like a burden. They always were always just better than you.

It's funny when I think a guy likes me.

Holding back another giggle trying not to give in because just in case it's another false alarm, another lie, you don't want to get attached. And you were right, you tried so hard not to look disappointed when he asked if Norbara was single. When not even a minute ago he was flirting with you, making you happy, acting as if he genuinely wanted you. I guess it's only funny if your the joke being played on. Because he walked away back to his friends pointing and laughing at you; and you decide to ruin his chances.

And it's funny when I'm the one who says, “Let's go eat.”

Barely able to focus your sight on anything, your vision swirled as everything around you looked blurry and you realized that, you haven't eaten yet. Your body being angry at you for not feeding it something. Nervously looking around, you find the trio and tell them that your going to get something to eat.

“I thought you already ate?” confusion ran through Yujis features. And you almost couldn't take it. But you were used to this, so you could obviously take it. “Yeah I did, but it was like a grape..” mumbling underneath your breath the answer your suddenly feeling anxiety raise in you. As yuji looks down at you curiously, it feels like he's picking you apart with his stare so you quickly excuse yourself to leave.

It's funny when I'm asked to go out on Halloween, dresses and thigh highs while I hide my body.

“Yo, you coming to the Halloween party gojo is holding?” Yuji threw an arm over your shoulder as you two walked in the park. You didn't know why he insisted on just doing mundane things with him but if it made him happy.

“I don't think so, no.” staring at the pathway ahead of you and being surrounded by only forest green scenery; it's a beautiful absolutely gorgeous peaceful walk. Until he starts talking.

“Whaaatt? Why not?” you can tell without even having to look up at him that he's pouting. So you sigh and glance up at him, and low and behold he's pouting.

“Eh, outings just aren't my thing.” you shrugged; you weren't fully lying. Just saying half of the truth, so technically you arent lying at all.

“It won't be as fun without you though!” Yuji whined into you ear, and honestly you felt like a parent sometimes. Only sometimes though.

“Yu, what would I even wear as a costume?” You sound exasperated. Another reason you didn't wanna go because you didn't have a costume. But Yuji always figures out to get what he wants.

“you can be a witch! I'll buy everything you just have to show up!” Yuji beams down at you and you think.. Maybe it'll be fun, maybe it'll be different you'll never know unless you go. So you went.

It's been about an hour since you got here and you've lost sight of Yuji, Megumi, and Norbara. Nursing alcohol you know your not gonna drink, you wave at some acquaintances and push yourself further into the corner as if your trying to hide away. Another 30 minutes later you just decide to leave early; you'll just make an excuse to yuji later.

Life of the fat funny friend.

You've looked like this all your life and you've come to just accept it. Theres no fixing this, it's just how you look. So you'd take the comments, the insults, the teasing, the looks, and the glares. You take them all; and you just accept it as their opinion of you. If they weren't close friends to you, you stopped listening to what sort of half assed insult they could try and throw at you.

Life of the fat funny friend.

~☔&💫

once again i truly do not understand why u don’t have a writing blog bc ur so good at it

[reigenhusband]

Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?" 

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing. 

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?" 

The blonde twitched.

 "W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire. 

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure." 

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones. 

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it. 

Maybe he really was scared. 

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here. 

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever? 

Was he really going to cut it as a husband? 

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him. 

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?" 

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last. 

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited. 

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important." 

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"  

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with 

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance. 

"I really believe you'll take care of each other." 

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it. 

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one." 

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!" 

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?" 

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with. 

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!" 

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this. 

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully. 

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear. 

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?" 

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach. 

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety. 

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!" 

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time. 

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!" 

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever." 

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!" 

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!" 

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort.  "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?" 

"Good at what, exactly?" 

"Being married." 

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant. 

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really." 

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league." 

 "Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?" 

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with." 

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?" 

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either. 

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off." 

I'm annoying???  That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it? 

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief. 

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in. 

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain." 

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off. 

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say. 

But he came through when it mattered. 

"Hey Dimple?" 

"Yeah? What is it?" 

"Thanks." 

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time." 

He stood and dusted himself off. 

"Welp. Here goes everything."

[racheloveyunho]

Till death do us part - 4

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful   and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after   the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her  father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids   were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a  sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess,   bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his   beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze   locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 1883

TW series:  Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain  a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug,  kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: Obsessive behavior (from Y/N’s and San’s side), threats, swearing and a hint of jealousy.

Here it was, the silhouette I liked the most

"San..."

He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow. I noticed how he was sweaty and out of breathe, probably from running to get to me faster.

I breathed in his unique scent, it was woody scent, something fresh but still manly. I felt safer with him, everything was easier when he was by my side. I didn't want to let him go and my feelings seemed mutual as he tightened his grip on my waist.

I was like a piece of metal attracted to a magnet.

We sat down on the bed and he let me cry my heart out, listening every word I had to say. I told him my story, my conflictual relationship with my father, how harsh he was with me and my brother since my mom passed away and my arranged wedding with this Hwang Jinyoung.

We talked for two good hours about my problems but also about the future we both wanted.

As time went on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids were heavy and my mind was cloudy. I slowly closed my eyes until I fell into a deep sleep into San's arms. He gently patted my head to help me fall asleep.

"Don't worry Y/N, I will protect you from now on."

San hummed a song before falling asleep by Y/N’s side.

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Chapter 4

I woke up in the same room I felt asleep on. The unusual walls made my heart ache at the thought of what had happened between my father and I. I knew deep inside me that there will be no turning back with my relationship with him but strangely enough, i didn't feel bad about it, I was more concerned about my brother than anything.

"Did you sleep well?"

I looked up and was greeted by this angelical face of his. San was laying on the same bed as me, one of his muscular arm holding my frame tightly. I smiled back and hide my face on his chest, smelling his addictive scent at the same time.

"I did."

It was a weird feeling. I knew almost nothing of San, I met him three times and still... I felt as if I could give him my whole body and soul. I couldn't help but think about what my mom told me when I was still a child.

"Someday you will find someone you can rely on, someone who doesn't need words to know how you feel, someone who understand and cherish you as the most precious thing in the world. You will find this person one day Y/N, I'm sure of it."

My lips came upward in a smile as I remembered my mom's word, they had a new meaning to me since I met San.

His grip tightened a little around me while his other hand was busy, gently petting my hair.

"You are acting like a boyfriend"

"Do you like it?"

"Very much" I smiled, looking fondly at him and before I knew it, San leaned on and kissed me slightly.

His lips felt like feather, there was nothing but sweetness and love in this kiss, his right hand cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb against the soft skin.

When our lips finally moved apart, I looked up to meet his - oh so lovely - gaze.

"You are so beautiful"

"Say the man whom is beauty itself" I giggled softly.

This moment was almost perfect - almost.

My mind was quick to remember about the bitterness of the situation I was in. I looked down sadly, avoiding San's intrigued eyes.

A lot of questions were running on my mind. What will happen from now on? I was still minor and my dad was stubborn, he would never let me escape from his grasp so easily. How will I survive? I didn't even had enough money to stay on this hotel for more than a week.

Unconsciously, I sighed heavily. San took my chin between his thumb and his index and lift my face towards his.

"What is it?" San asked me in a whisper.

"Did you bring your phone with you? I have to call Hana, she must be worried."

After a few seconds, he nodded and gave me his phone. I entered the familiar number and quickly enough, Hana's voice was heard through the phone.

"Y/N!! Is everything okay? I was worried sick! I thought you were coming early in the morning?" Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. I frowned my eyebrows. She was whispering yelling and it was odd since she was always a loud girl.

"Sorry, I didn't wake up. Why are you this quiet?" I suspiciously asked.

"Y/N, I don't think you should come here, your father was there one hour ago and he was beyond furious! He threatened me and my family, saying that he will ruin our lives if he find out we are hiding you from him!" She cried out.

This sentence came before a long and heavy silence where no one dared to talk. My mind was processing this new information while my heart was scolding me for bringing my best friend and her family into a delicate situation.

San was quietly listening to our conversation, his right hand on top of mine while his thumb was gently rubbing the back of my hand.. 

"I'm so sorry Hana... I didn't mean to bring you into this mess..." I lowered my voice, guilt eating me alive.

"Hey sweety... It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong but... I don't think this is a good idea to go against your father will. He is really scary."

"Are you telling me to came back home and let my father do everything he wants with me?" My throat felt suddenly dry and my heart heavy in my chest.

No answer.

I knew she was just afraid of what could possibly happen to her and her family, she just wanted to protect her loved ones. However, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. She knew how my father was and how hard it was for me to handle this situation.

"I see. Don't worry for me, I'm gonna find a way." I finally stated with the coldest voice I could muster. I didn't let her the time to give an answer and hung up right away.

I stayed silent for a while and so did San.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally looked up at him and sighed with a small smile "Thank you for what you did to me. I owe you one"

"Why are you talking as if you are going somewhere?" he arched his eyebrows before leaning close to me with his signature smirk of his "I'm not planning to let you go away from me, love."

I gasped in surprise "L-love?" I asked stuttering, embarrassed by this sudden pet name.

"Why are you embarrassed about? We just kissed a few minutes ago"

I avoided his gaze and coughed slightly to get rid of the awkwardness "I can't stay here San... You will be in trouble if my dad find out you helped me and I don't want it to happen."

This time, it was San's turn to sight.

"Y/N. Listen to me. I will let you two choices" I frowned but stayed silent to let him continue "You don't know who I am but I can help you. However I won't take you with me if you don't want to. It's up to you. Do you want to stay with me, where I'll promise to keep you safe by my side, or do you want to go back and be toyed your entire life by your father against your own will?"

Silence again.

His face was serious and his voice demanding, It actually made me think I couldn't choose the latter choice - not that I wanted to choose this option anyway.

"Why are you doing this.. I mean, we don't know much about each other and-"

"Kim Y/N, born in Seoul the 25th September 1999 at 3:48. You like horror movies and all kind of sweets, your mother passed away the 4th June and since then, your father had changed completely, leaving you and your brother behind" San said, never breaking visual contact with me "You are the student with the best grades on your class and you are the teacher's favorite and even though you want to attend the prestigious Seoul national college, you don't know what to do in your life yet"

I was astonished, how did he get all his information?

As if on cue, he slipped a hand in my hair "It's been two years now Y/N, no one know you as much as I do. I know every single details about you but now, I don't want to look at your life from far away, I want to be apart of it" He smiled but frowned as I slowly stepped away from him "were you stalking me all this time?" I asked, heart beating fast.

"Come on, I know you are as obsessed over me as I am over you" He laughed before standing up and quickly doing his hair while looking his own reflect on the mirror “I was there every time you talked to your friend about me”

I watched his every move and couldn’t find anything to say. No matter how crazy it sounded, I knew he was right.

"And how are you gonna help me?"

"Your dad isn't all white, quite the contrary" He said "I know enough to tell him to let you be" He added.

"Are you going to... threaten him?" I looked at him through the mirror.

"Why? You don't want me to?" He smiled at me, his back still facing me.

I took a deep breathe.

"No... He deserves it"

He turned around and came closer to me with the widest smirk.

"So... Are you coming with me?"

I watched as the landscape kept changing from outside the window. The spacious car was moving in slow pace in a part of Seoul I never went in.

I knew it was the beginning of something new but everything seemed so unreal, the only thing that kept me back to reality was the warmth of San's hand intertwining with mine.

I quickly take a glance at the driver, his sharp nose and strong eyes made him look cold, a perfect contrast with his tanned skin. I was surprised by how young he was, probably not much older than San and I and obviously both of them were getting along with each other.

I was so focus on looking at the man and wondering who he was to San that I didn't took notice of my staring until I felt San squeezing my hand.

"Y/N...I'm not sure of how I feel about you looking at another man" He pouted cutely to grab my attention back to him. I laughed lowly and gave him a apologetic look "I'm not sure how I feel about you being jaleous while we are not in an official relationship yet" I smirked at him.

"The kiss wasn't official enough for you?" He smirked back "should I give you an other one then? " He asked, his face coming closer to mine.

His lips ghosted over mine but we were interrupted by a loud cough before we could properly touch each other.

"Please San, can you keep your hands for yourself until you both are alone? I don't especially want to see you guys kiss in the back seat of my car" The driver said in a rather annoyed tone.

"Look who is talking" San scoffed "Should I remind you how many times you made out with your girlfriend in front of me?"

The older man let out a dry laugh, his eyes still on the road.

After a few minutes of a comfortable silencex the driver looked at me from the front mirror.

"Your name is Y/N, right?"

"Yes... And you are..?"

"I'm Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa" He said "I'm glad to meet you, San wouldn't shut up and talk about you every fucking day" He laughed, earning another loud scoff from San.

"Watch your mouth, you are older but I'm still the boss here" San growled.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly.

"We safely came back to your home sir~" Seonghwa politely stated, not without a hint of teasing in his voice.

San pulled me out of the car, hand still holding mine firmly. I followed him and looked up at the huge mansion in front of us.

My mouth fell agape, this place was way bigger than mine.

"Welcome to your new house" San smiled.

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We are finally starting to introduce the others members!

Also this chapter is a bit shorter, I didn’t even noticed until I checked the number of words but I thought it was better this way, there was nothing to add since the next chapter was already done lol.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

See you next time~

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@hijirikaww @pinkchampagne2 @xduygu-arsx @joongiebug @leicy0756

[sorryimanon]

Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings/tags: heart warming fluff, language, and suggestive themes

Word count: 2.5k

In which your boyfriend takes it upon himself to pamper you on his day off.

Author’s note: some self indulgent fluff. this is a continuation of dad!bakugou and torch daughter. there will be more. enjoy :)

D/N= daughters name

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Katsuki heavily relied on you to babysit your rambunctious four year old daughter during the days when he'd be on patrol from dusk till dawn. Very rarely would he be home before the two of you tucked yourselves in for the night, leaving him to eat the leftovers from dinner alone at the table. As sad as it is, it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, knowing Katsuki was keeping the crime rate of Japan low, you were more than happy to become a stay at home mom. Most of your friends tried to talk you out of it, but you were already settled after giving your two weeks notice at your low paying job. Waking up and seeing your daughter first thing in the morning is better than staring blankly at a bright screen all day behind a musty wall, running on nothing but decaf coffee, and sluggishly going to and fro like a zombie.

Ever since your daughter manifested her quirk, you’ve been trying your best to maintain her sudden outbursts while at home. The doctor prescribed it as Torch: the ability to become a human torch and ignite flames throughout your body and fingertips. For now d/n is only capable of setting herself on fire, using the flames as a barrier to protect her from any harm instead of combating. However, sometimes she'll forget to extinguish herself, having you to manually use an actual fire extinguisher on her. Burn marks would litter the outskirts of your shirts, the aftermath ash smudged on your face, and the tiny hairs on your forearms long gone after handling d/n.

Your boyfriend appreciates the way how you compose yourself around d/n, not allowing the temptation to fling the little gremlin out the window prevail, because if the roles were reversed it'd be a whole different story. Sometimes he sits back in his desk chair, after a long night of meandering around the city, and tries to remember the last time you were properly treated. Of course, Katsuki never fails to remind you day and night he loves you through his actions, some including selfish indulgence late at nights, but all in all he didn't lack being the hopeless romantic counterpart for you. He wanted you to take a break from it all, have him handle the at home duties and the slimy daughter. Leaning back against the chair with his brows furrowed slightly, he began to mentally plan out your day already.

It was a Friday when Katsuki forced himself out of the comfortable security that is your arms and walked with light feet to his daughters bedroom. Today is his day off, so he has to make sure everything goes smoothly or else he's going to have more burn marks on his office desk.

He didn't bother knocking first and saunters in the familiar space, the faint snores from d/n somehow relaxing him. Her walls were freshly painted a light shade of blue, the contrast not too saturated to peel the attention away from her posters that covered every inch of her room, all of which were pictures of his prohero colleagues. D/N had to beg for her father to purchase a Deku poster, one of which she saw don display when the both of you brought her to the mall for a quick trip. He internally cringes every time he makes eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Deku when he enters her room.

Katsuki neared his daughter and kneeled down to where his head was leveled with hers, chuckling lightly when finding a small pool of drool collecting on her cheek.

"Wake up little shit," he whispers, nudging her uncovered shoulder with his knuckles, startling her eyes to flutter open. D/n nearly gasped at the sight of her father. The covers that were wrapped snuggly around her fell at the foot of her bed when she jolted up in surprise, eyes brimming with excitement.

"It's today right? Mommy's day!" Katsuki covered her mouth with his abnormally large hand, not wanting her obnoxious voice to blow their cover.

"Yes, but you're gonna have to be quiet for daddy. Don't want to spoil the surprise for mommy, you understand ya little brat?"

Hand still attached to her mouth, d/n nodded her head feverishly, hands clenched into tiny fits. Once he thinks she's shimmered down a little, he finally removes his hand and motions her to follow him.

Meanwhile in the other room, you were still fast asleep, limbs not once switching from their position over the cozy blanket. The chill breeze from the propped window regulated your body temperature nicely, along with the beautiful songs sung by the birds that reside in the trees close by. You stirred awake momentarily, feeling the loss of a presence that's usually laying beside you during these times of slumber. Katsuki's side was empty, the indent from his body molded onto the foam mattress, leaving you to believe he woke up not that long ago.

After convincing yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, you decided to search for the missing blonde. You crack open the door to a weird combination of radio music blaring throughout the house, and the delicious smell of something cooking in grease. It's no doubt your boyfriends doing. He always likes to impress you with how skillful he is in the kitchen. He hasn't made a dish you disliked yet nor will he allow himself to do so.

Standing side by side, minus the height difference, d/n and Katsuki both were too immersed in their cooking to notice you leaning against the island counter, trying very hard to not cry instantly at the sight in front of you. Watching them interact together was definitely something you'd be treasuring for the years to come.

A rush of savory and sweetness infiltrated your senses, the scent strong enough to knock you back to sleep. As if he read your mind overnight, Katsuki took it upon himself to prepare your favorite breakfast dishes. The dinner table made for three already set by none other than d/n, who currently looked proud at her work and craftsmanship. A large vase was propped in the center, a collection of vibrant flowers stuffed to the brim, the water inside almost overflowing. Attached to one of the stems of the flowers was a tag, the handwriting sloppy and hard to decipher.

To my dumbass, love ya - K.B

You felt the delicate touch of your daughter wrapping her hand around yours, giving it a slight tug before pulling you into the kitchen again. Katsuki flicked his gaze to you now, flashing the same mischievous grin you grew to love. his hands simultaneously worked on the food while taming the animal, that is indeed your daughter, from bumping into the pan handles.

"What's all this for?" You asked, the question directly appointed to both your boyfriend and daughter.

"Oh, so I can't treat my sexy girlfriend to a good meal?" he teased while setting the burners to low, letting the food cool off before plating it. Your daughter audibly gagged at the comment and swatted Katsuki's arm.

D/N's tiny legs were faster than yours and reached the cabinet where the plates and cutlery were stored at. To her dismay, the cabinet was higher than she anticipated. trying her best to waiver down the disappointment as she climbed on the sleek marble counter top, losing her footing here and there. Katsuki caught her in time before she misplaced her footing and almost toppled onto the floor.

"May I need to remind you not to climb on the damn counter tops anymore d/n?" he scolded as he put her down before grabbing enough plates for everyone.

Pursing her lips tightly, she crossed her arms and said, "But if I'm going to be a future hero then I have to battle my way through tough obstacles!"

U.A's immense training and work studies came in handy when dealing with d/n's hard headed ideologies. It's been a stressful reoccurrence, having to constantly teach her the importance of being a hero at such a young age. Her impulsive tendencies mirrored the blondes old habit of taking action before thinking. But there was always a saying when storing away your fear and facing danger head on.

"That's true, but sometimes a little teamwork wouldn't hurt. Your father should know a thing or two about that when he was a young U.A student," you said as you patted her head.

"What'd you say shitty woman? Talking crap so early in the morning already?" a strange popping sound alerted you to turn around, only to find Katsuki flaring his flashy quirk with a glare that could splice you open.

But his alarming gaze wasn't the thing that was scaring you at the moment.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING YOUR QUIRK IN THE HOUSE! YOU'RE GONNA SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM AGAIN, IDIOT!"

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You thought the smorgasbord of a breakfast was the last of your boyfriends romantic gestures, but you should've known better once he demanded you to change out of your sleep attire and into something to  wear outside. Not thinking twice about where he was dragging you to, including daughter, you decided to play it safe. He approved on your choice of ripped jeans, synthetic tank top, and thrown on cardigan once heading off to the car.

The car ride to the mysterious destination was short lived as your boyfriend pulled up into the driveway of his old house. Mitsuki stood waiting by the threshold of the doorway, waving her fingers sweetly to whom you can only assume was you and not her only son. She stepped off the porch once Katsuki shifted the car in park, unlocking the doors as well. His mother reached the side where d/n stayed strapped in her seat and yanked the door open.

"Ah my little princess! How have you been? I missed you so much!" She unbuckled d/n's seat belt and flattened her in a tight hug, squeezing till her eyes popped out. "I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby girl! Are you excited to have a little fun with grandma?!"

"Calm the fuck down, you're gonna kill her if you keep squeezing!" Katsuki's voice boomed out of the window.

"Oh pipe down you little shit I'm not harming her! Also don't talk to me like that! You're old enough to treat me with some respect by now!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! JUST TAKE THE LITTLE GREMLIN AND GO!"

After the heated exchange, Katsuki eventually calmed down and drove the two of you back to the house in complete silence. It was quite a shift in a sense of environment wise. By now d/n would be begging you to make her some pudding or pour her a cup of lemonade, then place yourselves in front of the tv watching a random kids program till evening. Tonight you lend the torch to your boyfriend, allowing whatever devious plan he conjured up to unfold.

Before you could shuffle into your shared bedroom, Katsuki placed his calloused hands onto your cramped shoulders. Merely centimeters from your ear, he laid a chaste kiss on the area beneath it, smiling at your innocent reaction to his sudden actions and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You smelt the familiar scent of caramel and men’s soap, both of which you undoubtably loved when combined.

“Suki?” Upon hearing his nickname, Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you. “What’s with all the romantic gestures lately? Cooking my favorite breakfast, the flowers, and our daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her! It’s just nice not to worry about if she’ll set the curtains on fire again.”

You felt the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want to fuck the shit out of you,” you sat paralyzed by his bluntness. his tuft hair tickled the underside of your chin, earning him an acute giggle from you. “I’m just kidding, pretty face. I figured you needed a weekend where you just relax and did nothing. Let me do all the work. That’s including getting rid of the brat.”

Shifting in his arms to where you can face him, you can now see the adoration oozing from usual heated glare of his vermillion eyes, the scowl long gone and replaced with a soften feature not so many from the outside can witness. To think this was the man you devoted yourself and love for, to allow him to bare witness anything and everything you endure. He’s a man of showing his compassion through his actions, not lousy words of affirmations that anyone could sputter out and proclaim its love. No, he reflects back everything right with the world, even when you felt the weight of it searing through your system, dragging it down with you. The same explosive blonde awaits patiently by the opening for you to enter, no matter how long it’ll take for you to accept his love. Because he’ll be there. Waiting.

And here he is waiting. In your arms to repeat those three words you made out from watching the movement of his lips.

The words leave your mouth effortlessly, the proclamation hanging in the air between you two.

“I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you so much, for everything.” Like so, you kiss the plump flesh of his lips, the same inflammation of your heart burning as before. The strong muscle of his tongue prods your entrance, practically begging by licking your bottom lip. Katsuki grabbed your chin as gentle as he could muster, titling it for a better leverage to explore your mouth in return. Your hands trailed across the defining shape of his collarbones, rubbing any part of his body so that your fingers remained busy. Both of you hum in satisfaction, relishing in the feeling of the intimate moment. To your disliking, he removes his lips from yours and hovers instead, panting from the mini-make out session seconds ago.

“I’m going to marry you some day, mark my words. So don’t act fucking stupid when I pop the question,” he hotly proclaims, not once removing those piercing red eyes from yours. That’s when you knew he wasn’t bullshitting. If there’s one thing you learned about Katsuki over the years of dating, is that he doesn’t throw out promises in the air nonchalantly without keeping them. You can vaguely hear the ominous sound of wedding bells in your ears.

“Sounds intriguing. I always wanted to see you in a suit and tie.”

“Ya know, maybe someday might be tomorrow-.”

You cut him off with a scorching peck, making his eyes widen and dilate with every given second you laid your lips onto his. “Shut up babe and ravish me already.”

A mischievous grin forms on his mouth as he links his arms around the back of your knees and hoists you over his shoulder. He erupted into fits of laughter after hearing you squeak from the abruptness. The door to your shared bedroom came into view, your boyfriend kicking it with his free foot before entering through the threshold.

“You’re in for a long night sweetheart. Now that our daughter isn’t here, I’m not holding back on anything,” he threatens as he lays you down on the comforter.

Another thing you learned from your relationship. Katsuki is always true to his word.

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One Too Many

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader

Words: 1541

Warnings: Drinking. Awkward confessions. Spiraling thoughts. Cuddling.

Summary: Perhaps that last drink was one too many...

A/N: For @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday Picture Prompt. I feel like I might just turn these prompts into little Pike oneshots. Sorry this was late I'm not myself lately for some reason. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments please and thank you. Add yourself to the taglist here.

"Are you kidding me?" You throw your cards on the table and relax back into the couch, taking a long sip from the beer can in front of you before standing up and pulling off your tank top. You shake your head as you add it on top of the pile of clothes you've been losing for the past couple of turns.

"Guess I underestimated you Pike," you lay back again and tilt your head to the side to rest it on the pillow behind you, watching as Marcus does everything in his power to avoid looking at your exposed skin.

"And I thought you'd be better at this," he replies as he mirrors you and shugs down the rest of his drink, all the while refusing to acknowledge how almost naked you are.

"Go on then, deal." You point at the cards as you lean forward again and push the beer cans aside.

"Maybe we should stop..." He collects the cards and sets them on the side of the table, barely meeting your eyes for a few seconds before he feigns checking his phone.

"What? You're not getting shy on me now, are you Pike?" You smile when he blushes underneath your scrutiny and huffs in irritation.

"N-no, we just had too many drinks, and I...and you look cold so-"

"I'm sitting in front of you in nothing but my bra and panties, and you're worried about me being cold? God, who are you?" You stand up and make your way to the fridge to bring out some more beer.

"No no, that's enough for you." Marcus runs behind you immediately and shuts the door to the fridge before filling up a glass of water and handing it to you.

"Wha-"

"Drink the damn water...please," Marcus whispers, and you frown at him as you drink the cold liquid. Marcus can't look away from the way your throat bobs up and down as you drink, and he almost moans when a few drops of water escape the corner of your mouth and roll down your neck. When you put the glass back on the counter and turn to him, you find the blush from earlier much darker. As you follow his line of sight, you smile to yourself and raise an eyebrow at his shameless staring.

"See something you like, Agent?" You tease him and try not to giggle when he drags his eyes away from you and apologizes for making you uncomfortable.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable. You never do. It's why I like you so goddamn much actually. You're always so kind to everyone, even when they don't deserve it. And you're really good at your job, and you make sure everyone knows how much you rely on them to do theirs even though you probably don't need any of us because you're smart and- and...ugh, now I probably made you uncomfortable. I- I can't help it, I'm sorry. You're just so perfect. Perfect and sweet and- and pretty."

Marcus doesn't know what to do other than stand still as you continue to lean into him. His breath hitches when he feels the palms of your hands on his cheeks, and he feels bad for not shaving earlier because the last thing he wants is to cause your soft hands discomfort. He's grown even quieter somehow and shuts his eyes as soon as he feels your thumb caressing his lower lip.

"And you have the most kissable lips I've ever seen. I've wanted to kiss them for so long..s-so long." Marcus thinks you're going to do it, and he prepares himself to feel your lips against his. But then you're pulling away from him and leaning back on the counter, whispering something beneath your breath and making Marcus open his eyes. He watches as you hug yourself and try to appear smaller, and when he stretches out his hand to try and bring you into his arms, you wriggle away from him and apologize.

"I'm s-sorry, I- I think I had one too many drinks. I should go and- oh god, what did I do?" You're talking to the floor, and Marcus finally realizes the power dynamic between the two of you. Before you spiral any further, Marcus walks around until he's standing in front of you. He takes hold of your shoulder and shakes you lightly to grab your attention.

"Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?" He asks calmly and waits until you nod at him before he continues.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to give you some change of clothes, and you're going to stay for the night. I'll take the couch, and you can take my room alright? There's a lock on it so you don't have to worry about-"

"I'd never think you'd do anything to me, Marcus." You cut him off suddenly and Marcus feels his heart skip a beat at how angry you sounded.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. We can talk about all of this tomorrow morning, yeah? You're not in trouble sweetheart. You and I had too many drinks, and we need to discuss this with clearer heads. Does that sound like a plan?" He looks at you in a way that makes your stomach twist and you nod at him before you move across the living room. Ever the gentleman, he throws his suit jacket around you as he helps you walk to his bedroom and once you're inside, he hands you one of his pajamas and tells you to change into them. As you do, Marcus heads back to the kitchen, grabbing some Tylenol and a glass of water before returning to his room. He stops at the foot of the door when he sees you in his pajamas, gulping nervously and trying to calm himself as he approaches you.

"These are for when you wake up tomorrow. Do you need anything else?" He asks as he tucks you in, smiling when you shake your head and shut your eyes as you feel him brushing your hair aside.

"T-thank you." He barely hears your murmur and nods at you before standing up and heading out of the room.

"Good night sweetheart." Marcus calls out just as he shuts the door to his room and he clenches his fist on the knob when he hears you call after him in return.

"Good night Marcus."

He stands in the middle of his living room and looks around. Marcus begins to clean up shortly after when he realizes that there's no way he will get any rest tonight. He tried his hardest not to get attached to a colleague again but you were different. Just hearing you talk about him made his heart flutter and he hoped that it wasn't the beer talking. He wasn't sure what he'd do if you woke up tomorrow morning and told him that none of what you said was true.

So busy moving back and forth from the kitchen and the living room, Marcus didn't notice you coming up behind him and standing in the middle of the hallway. When he turns around and sees you standing there, he stops what he's doing and approaches you slowly.

"Everything okay? Do you need anything?"

"I- I don't want to be alone tonight." You break the silence and Marcus' breath hitches when he registers what you're asking of him.

"Sweetheart, I- I don't think I should- you've had a lot to drink and you probably need some space to-"

"Please," the soft whimper shakes Marcus to his core and he immediately nods before shutting off the lights and following you back into his room. You waste no time at all and slither back underneath the covers. Marcus grabs his sweatpants and moves to the bathroom to change. His nerves are eating him up, but he reminds himself that you needed him to be his usual self right now. Walking out in his white undershirt and sweatpants, Marcus moves around the bed and slips into the covers. As soon as he shuts off the nightstand lamp, you're crawling across the bed and into his arms, not bothering to say anything as you rest your hand on his chest and nuzzle into his side. It takes him a few seconds to collect his bearings before he wraps his arm around you and leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Is this okay sweetheart?" He asks and shuts his eyes when you somehow grow closer to him.

"Y-yes."

"Alright, sweet dreams baby." Marcus knows he shouldn't be calling you such intimate pet names but he can't hold himself back, not when you were touching him like he was yours. Like you were his. He doesn't have to wait for too long to hear your soft snores and against his better judgment, he turns on his side and faces you, immediately wrapping his other arm around your back to bring you into his chest.

Having you in his arms, with your hands fisting in the front of his shirt, makes Marcus realize that his previous efforts were all in vain.

He was already attached to you. And he hoped to god that the feeling was mutual.

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Hello! Is it possible for Hachi to file for a divorce from Takumi, in the future? Ever since I saw that chapter where Junko asks Nana if she's getting divorced, I was thinking about the reason for the sudden question, and I came to the conclusion that earlier Hachi MAYBE told Junko something that Takumi did (or something you found out, whatever). )), and how that led her to think about divorcing him, even considering it, maybe Takumi's lovers, and Reira are the reason but I don't know, what do you think? I want to think that if she is going to do it but knowing Hachi ...

Hello anon!

I think there is actually nothing that prevent Hachi from getting a divorce, if that is what she really want. I mean, nobody is keeping her from doing it, nobody threatened her saying "If you divorce from Takumi I'll kill you". The problem is that Hachi doesn't want to divorce from him, it's her own choise. Takumi is currently living (and working) in London with Reira. We don't know the reason why he went there, but we can suppose that Reira couldn't live in Japan anymore because she's mentally ill and she needed another place where she could recover without paparazzi and all the rest. He will never abandon her because she's his treasure (and he also feels guilty about her), so he left his family behind and went with her in the only other place they knew apart from Japan. It could also be possibile as you said that Hachi has discovered about his lovers, but that wouldn't have been a big news because Hachi knew from the beginning that Takumi would have betrayed her with other women (and for some still uknown reasons to me she accepted it like we accept a piece of cake at a birthday party...). I guess Junko was aware too of this situation from the beginning, so I don't see it as a real reason to think about divorce only now. What I think is that since they are living apart, the family Hachi wanted to build doesn't exist anymore. She's not happy, Satsuki miss her father and brother, Takumi is not happy and his sense of guilt is killing him (thanks God, finally), little Ren doesn't want to live in Japan and seems not satisfied of his life too. Since no one of them is truly happy, I guess Junko has suggested to Hachi to divorce because it's usless to have a husband if you barely see him or talk to him. A husband shouldn't be a stranger who lives kilometers away from you. I would like Hachi to divorce too because honestly their marriage has been a big mistake from the beginning, but has you said Hachi...well, it's Hachi, no matter how much people love and justify her because she's cute, being cute isn't enough to justify the mistakes and shit you do. She has been betrayed by her boyfriend, made a drama about it and then guess what? She married a man who she knew was the ultimate cheater in the world and she accepted (and still accept) all his bullshit. Girl, there is a limit even to masochism XD Since I "like" the nowadays Hachi more than the Hachi of the past, I hope that the reason why she doesn't want to divorce is because she feels that doing it will destroy her kids life. I hope she's doing it for her kids and not because she's still hoping to have Takumi's back, because that will be...idk, I will disrespect her for the rest of my life if the reason is that one. To sum up, I see 3 reasons why Hachi doesn't want to divorce from Takumi:

- she doesn't want to destroy the family she has created, because since she was a child her biggest dream was to be a bride. Admitting that her marriage is over is like admitting the defeat and sometimes is hard to look at yourself in the mirror and say "I failed".

- she doesn't want her child to grow up with their parents separated. It's not healthy for them.

- she fears to remain alone. Despite we have seen her more mature than in the past, there is a sentence that she said in the manga which has always left me doubtful. She stated that if Nana will return to live in apartment 707, she will move to the house in Shirogane she's currently living in (and in which also Takumi lived before moving to England) to live again with her. Then she defined herself a "single mother". The meaning of "single mother" is a woman that hasn't a partner and is bearing her child alone. Hachi is definitely bearing Satsuki almost alone, because Takumi visits them only a few times at year, but she still has a husband who is taking care of one of her childs. She's not a single mother, she's just a lonely wife. The fact that she defined herself like that made me think that Hachi is remaining with Takumi because since Nana ran away and she don't know if she will ever return, Takumi is the only one left, the closest person to her despite he's far away too. Hachi is probably more scared than Nana herself at the idea of remaining alone, because for the major part of her life she has always relied on someone else. If she divorces from him before knowing for sure if Nana will come back or not, the risk for her is to remain alone with only her children. Instead, if Nana will return, she will accept to leave Takumi and stay with Nana and her children.

I never considered her to love him at the point to accept all the shit because between them there has never been true love if we compare it to other love stories in the manga. Hachi herself when Takumi ignored her after Ren's death get close again to Nobu and admitted she was falling again in Nobu's harms because he was kind to her while Takumi was distant even emotionally and too concentrated on Reira. Also, in a current scene, while Nobu is playing Nana's guitar in her old room in apartment 707, Hachi sits next to him and lays her head on his shoulder. I mean, that isn't the behaviour a married woman should have with her ex, especially if we consider the circumstances...

(And before some Hachi fan will answer madly at this post, please consider that this only my opinion and that there are also people in the fandom who aren't Hachi super fan ;))

Thank you for asking anon! <3

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Robin Hood Rewatch: 2x08 Get Carter!

This is actually one of my favourite episodes of the season, partly because I really enjoy relationship angst, but mostly because we get multiple characters dealing with their trauma/grief. If we can't get these guys and gals into therapy, at least we get to see them talk (and hug) it out.

Also the best episode title they're had for a while - I have no doubt one of the writers is a fan, and Carter is so named only because they wanted to make this reference. The assassin seeking revenge for a dead brother is wholesale lifted from the plot of the film, and Joseph Kennedy almost has a passing resemblance to Michael Caine's look in that role.

"Get Carter - before Carter gets you!"

Carter is one of the only guest stars they actually will bring back later, and for good reason.

"Why don't you ever kiss my ring?" Vaisey, always making things creepy.

Marian is simmering with unrestrained anger, eager to get into the fight, while Robin is the one advocating for the watch and see approach, and it’s quite the role reversal.

The gang's reaction to her charging off is quite funny though, she knocks John over completely and Djaq throws her hands in the air.

Robin’s now getting a taste of what the rest of the gang have to put up with dealing with his recklessness.

Tying Marian up in the middle of a melee, however, is disgusting behaviour - while Marian was hot-headed throwing herself into the fight (nothing Robin hasn't done before himself), he knows that she can hold her own with a sword and doesn't need protecting. Tying her hands is the absolute worst thing he could have done, because how is she meant to defend herself? I can somewhat understand where Robin is coming from in this episode (even if he goes about it badly), but this is unjustifiable.

Clearly she gave that guard she clanked on the head amnesia, because he never reports back that Marian was fighting with the gang.

“I owe you my life”/“I won’t take it just yet.” Nice.

Scimitar is still missing in action.

Robin doesn’t want Marian to be seen in case she needs to return to the castle, when he’s spent the whole season urging for her to join the gang. I think he realises he made a mistake asking her to flee last episode without giving her time to deal with her grief, and wants to leave her options open. But telling her that she’s not ready to make the decision (about whatever she wants to go back), however correct, is patronising.

There's a fundamental conflict that Marian wants to be treated like a member of the gang, but doesn't want to cede to Robin's authority like the rest of the gang - in turn Robin expects her to follow his orders like the others, but isn't treating her like he would the others either - he would never tie them up to keep them out of a fight, and Marian has every right to pissed at him about it.

Djaq and Much having a little tête-à-tête about Carter - I just really enjoy that they’re often paired together in these gang scenes, they balance/play off each other so well. Just this pure platonic frazzled vs calm vibe.

Much just has this really great memory for faces - he was able to recognise fake Richard last season just from his profile despite wearing a helmet, and now he knows he remembers Carter's face from somewhere (or as it will turn out, Carter's brother).

Much really just does not let up, and I love that about him. "You'll be disappointed though, with uh, today's wound. I mean if you're planning to go back to the Holy Land and, uh, kill him." That not so subtle probing for information and Sam Troughton's delivery is always perfect.

"Wasn't me, was it?" Oh Much, so close.

“The crusty one” - lol

It's not explicit, but implied that Vaisey and Guy believe Edward was the one passing information to Robin, and Marian is cleared of any suspicion (paving the way for her return). Guess Guy never showed the Sheriff that hair dagger after all.

Vaisey is actually giving Guy some really good advice here, albeit laced with his usual cruelty and getting all up in Guy's personal space.

"Grow up Gisborne" - now I don't think it's deliberate on Vaisey's part to invoke a Marian parlance, seeing as she really only says this to Robin (and once to Much), but it's a nice little callback, however unintentional.

Marian asks for an apology (and deserves one), but Robin doubles down and doesn't come out of this exchange well.

Because his delivery is terrible, but he's otherwise quite correct - as skilled as Marian is, she’s used to relying on (and having to worry about) only herself and not work in a team, and look to a single point of command. But both of them have their backs up - they're two strong personalities and neither is going to give ground, reverting to the ideological clashes of season 1, except now in much closer quarters.

Robin's also not used to being challenged in this particular way, and in his frustration is reacting like a captain disciplining a soldier, not a lover helping their partner through their grief. I do wonder if the conversation would have gone differently if they'd been alone.

lol at the gang awkwardly standing around listening to Robin and Marian fight. Djaq trying to busy herself with her mortar and pestle as Robin and Marian argue around her.

A really great scene between Marian and John aka the camp dad. Marian really just needs someone to listen to her and appreciate what she's going through - Robin is too fixated on the dangerous way she's channeling her grief and not even trying to address the root cause. He trying to tell her what to do, not listen to what she actually needs.

On the other hand it's probably better coming from John, a neutral party without the emotional baggage she has with Robin.

Because Robin and Marian are really being driven by completely different motives - Marian by grief and therefore loss, and Robin by trauma and therefore fear. In her sorrow, Marian has lost all her fear of being discovered, in fact she wants to make it know she's with the gang, to finally be free to say which side she's on and fight openly, to make her father's death worthwhile, and can't understand why Robin is trying to stifle that.

"I thought you used to have your own men Little John?" So someone remembers Forrest and Hanton!

After Carter takes down the gang one by one, Robin takes down Carter in three seconds (including catching the long dagger Carter throws at him, and flinging it back) and it's lights out. Can you believe it's the first concussion of the season? (Notwithstanding the multiple head injuries Allan sustained last episode).

While Marian has been known to be punch-happy, the "he'll tell us more if he knows we're willing to hurt him" is just so (intentionally) out of character - it is however somewhat reminiscent of Robin in 1x08, wanting to get his punch and torture on with Guy. However rather than understanding where Marian is coming from, he pushes her away with the "go and cook something" jibe. This almost feels like he was going for familiar banter and miscued, but is also an asshole thing to say. When their positions were reversed in 1x08 Marian at least tried to reason with him - Robin is seems to be ill-equipped to do the same.

Allan just having a little snooze against the castle wall. He really seems defeated and depressed after last episode.

Marian's corset has a pouch to hold a dagger - or at least I hope there is because otherwise it's ouch time.

Leaving Marian at the camp is again a mistake on Robin's part - it excludes and isolates her from the gang, rather than trying to involve her so she can bond with them, engaging in their outreach to the peasants - who she helped as the Nightwatchman, but never really had the opportunity to come to know. It would remind her that they are not just fighting against the Sheriff but for the people, which in her frenzied grief she has perhaps lost sight of.

Instead, Robin's focus is on Carter, who he rather identifies with and so finds it easier to address his motives, and try and change them.

Carter is in many ways Robin’s dark mirror, what he could have become in the Holy Land if he chose a different path. It’s important that this happens right when Robin is backsliding - he’s trying to save his own soul as much as Carter’s.

Okay, let's talk about Marian’s forest gear - fashioned from the outfit she wore when she fled the castle the previous episode - but dear me it's awful. The grey culottes, rather than becoming trousers have now been turned into that corset, and her vest/skirt overlay have now become those trousers. Just baffling.

“I’m good with nuns” followed by Allan straight up knocking the Mother Superior over and stealing her ring is iconic.

Much gives Robin a sword to use going after Carter - still no scimitar.

I really love the confrontation/fight scene between Robin and Carter - it's very well choreographed and written, but we also see the best of Robin's character (after seeing some of the worst earlier).

Carter's brother is called Thomas - Allan's brother was called Tom. Lots of dead brothers in this show (including Djaq's).

The story of Carter's brother Thomas dying because he "stopped listening" and led a raid against orders is a little on the nose, but gives context to Robin’s fear for Marian’s safety in part triggered by his war trauma - someone charging in against orders and then dying in his arms.

But it shows Robin as a man who, even when Thomas' recklessness had cost not only his own life but others of Robin's men, was still moved to instruct the stretcher-bearers to make Thomas the hero, and himself the negligent captain, in order to comfort his family.

The fight is fairly even, and although Robin gets the upper hand in the end, it's only partly his skill - rather his true strength is in reaching the man inside the assassin, and then surrender and allow Carter to take his revenge if that's what he wants, and despite his fear, trust that there is good still in him, and that he can leave behind the life as a killer as Robin has done (tried to do).

This scene is the core of why I really love Robin as a character. He's riddled with PTSD and a reckless bravado, he's at time emotionally stunted with those he loves, makes terrible mistakes and often says the wrong thing, but he also has this great heart and compassion that allows him to reach people, to understand and help them, even at the risk of his own life. He's trying.

"He was a hero - just not on that day" is quite a poignant line.

Much and Djaq together again, just saying.

Robin finally finds out that Roger of Stoke was intercepted. I had assumed he'd figured that out once he knew Allan was a traitor but okay.

Poor Much crying out for Robin's attention - he's got his own trauma from the war and wants to talk about it, to commiserate with Robin about what they went though, but Robin can only cope by not talking about it, not even thinking about it.

Much makes a good point that Robin should have listened to him about recognising Carter, but it comes across as jealously over Marian and Robin misses just how deeply Much carries his hurt.

One of Robin's biggest flaws is that he's overwhelming in his affection, compassion, and understanding for strangers, but takes those he loves for granted - Carter's response to grief was the same as Marian's, but Robin listened to Carter, consoled and comforted him, while keeping Marian at arm's length. Perhaps because strangers don't ask for anything beyond that - it is the granting of kindness, but not the sharing of self. It's the latter Robin truly fears, but what Much and Marian deserve (although tbf Marian has problems with this as well).

“Either I’m part of your gang or I’m not” is a valid point, and Robin's still not happy even when she agrees to stay behind!

But she disobeys him, and saves his life. It's a rite of passage - almost all of the members of the gang have this.

Allan looking rather distressed as Guy is about the chop off Robin's head, and he makes a small movement just before the swing (as does Much).

Guy again pushing Marian past the point of discomfort - she left, wrote him a letter asking him to leave her alone, straight up told him to his face to leave her alone, and still he persists.

Her kissing Guy (to distract him from seeing Much and Will) is really the only time she sends mixed signals, but Guy's whole energy seems to be just to wear her down until she agrees to be with him and it's gross. It is however kind of amusing that he tries to be authoritative and forbid her from leaving, and she immediately walks away.

Robin and Marian are back in playful banter mode, although I wish there had been a deeper discussion (and that Robin had apologised in return). It doesn't quite feel like the conflict between them has been resolved, it really is just a "truce".

But I do like that it's Marian who reaches out to Robin at the end of this episode, because up until this point it's Robin who has been (somewhat) the one making overtures - asking her to join the gang, telling her he needs her, telling her he loves her, while Marian's been more reserved. This feels like her acknowledging that sometimes she needs to take the first step.

This was a long one - but as a I said, I really love this episode!

[milasartblog]

Demons' fight (part 2)

We used to imagine that bosses and leaders are so brave, responsible, ready to solve any critical situation that pops out any moment. We could always rely on such people. But what would you do...if all those leaders suddenly show their side of fear, anxiety, when things are not really under control? That side that they will never show to anyone but themselves in a mirror? Unfortunately, it is real. And Lucifer was not an exception. After what happened to guards, he couldn't stay calm and focused. He even didn't let others know about it, avoiding panic in Hell. Only Lilith knew about it.

Lilith: I still can't believe that he managed to do it. Your chains were impossible to break without any higher and more powerful magic.

Lucifer: I'm stunned myself. Plus the message he left on the wall....Damn it!

He slammed the table with his fist so loud that could be heard in entire Hell, grinning. Lilith carefully and gently put her hand on his shoulder.

Lucifer: Loosing guards like this....And he is not even the strongest demon....

Lilith: I know, Lucifer. But somehow he escaped, and I have a guess who did it, who "helped" him to do it.

Lucifer: I have a guess too, however "she" would not do it by herself.

Lilith: Do you mean-

Lucifer: One of the missing angel or demon could do it under "her" order. But why would "she" need this bastard all of a sudden? He has no use for her.

Lilith: Don't forget that "she" can manipulate people, and thanks to this cause a chaos. Plus, thinking about his past, it makes sense why "she" chose him.

Lucifer: Yeah, but for what reason? Moreover, it's not in his style to walk away like this. He only needs me. I'm his target......"I will take away what is dear to you"......

He thought for a moment as Lilith kept looking at Lucifer. Suddenly, their eyes got wide, in horror.

Lucifer: Do you think what I think?

Lilith: But it's impossible! How did he-?!

Lucifer: Call the guards to the jail and make sure that none of the demons finds out about it!! Not even angels!!

With a speed of light he rushed out of the castle, way to the human world, almost knocking out Vylixia and Colan, who were walking in a hall, watching a new episode of human's anime on InfernoTube. He kept repeating to himself only one phrase: "Not him!". He tried to reasure himself that it was just a thought. But when it's about a demon and its games, nothing can be just a thought. Meanwhile, in human world another demon, Liya, was waiting outside of the school.

Liya: Nazeel said that lessons were over already. I wonder what takes him so long. Bathroom business, maybe.

She tried to be patient a bit more. Couple of minutes passed and Nazeel still didn't appear. Then a bad feeling covered her.

Liya: Did these bullies disturb him again? Ugh, they will never learn. I better go and check before anything bad happens.

But when she got inside the building, there was no one. It made her worry even more, so she went outside to playground. But even there no signs of Nazeel were visible. Liya gets scared.

Liya: Nazeel! Nazeel, where are you??

She looked around, every place that was visible and not. But no success. The fear covers here completely.

Liya: No....Don't tell me that-

Lucifer: I'm too late.......

The familiar voice could be heard from behind as Liya turned around and saw Lucifer, standing with scared face.

Liya: Late? Late to what??

Lucifer: He actually did it....

Liya: Who did what?? What's going on??

But Lucifer didn't hear her as he walked pass her to the playground. Then he noticed a paper on the ground, written in latin language, as he picked it up and read it.

Liya: Hey, don't ignore me! What's going on here??

Lucifer: This bastard kidnapped Nazeel.

Liya stood shocked while Lucifer crumpled the paper.

Liya: What?? Who?? How did it-??

Lucifer: No time to explain, I need to get him back and fast.

He was about to walk away, but Liya stopped him with strong grab.

Liya: Hey, you could at least tell me what's going on!

Lucifer: I want to, but we have no time for it.

Liya: Just at least let me go with you! Nazeel is my responsibility and I have to-

Lucifer: This is not the case now!

He shouted angrily as Liya let his hand go, stepping a bit back. Realising what he did, he changed his expression.

Lucifer: Sorry, just....the enemy is not easy as it seems. I have to do this alone.

Liya: You don't have to. Just tell me who is this bastard and I will tear his one thing apart.

Lucifer: Liya, listen, i know you're strong, but this enemy is....my past problem, and the only way to solve it is that I go there myself. Plus, you will not like this place.

Liya: But-

Lucifer: No buts, Liya!....Please.

She stepped more back, looking at anxious Lucifer. She didn't want to listen to him, but he was too stubborn to let her go with him, so she nodded.

Lucifer: Thank you. Now, make sure that no one finds out about it yet. I will bring Nazeel back. I promise.

And quickly he vanished to demon world. Liya was about to go, but noticed that a paper fell of Lucifer's hands. She picked it up and read it. It was the one that was addressed to Lucifer.

Liya: Huh, Inferno Arena.....So there is our kidnapper.....Heh, sorry, Lucifer, but I have to break the promise.

And she vanished to demon world too, searching for the place where the meeting was suppossed to be and where two demons will face each other in a battle.

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And here is next part for the story^^ Things are getting tense for our crew c': How will our characters deal with it? Will they save Nazeel?

Lucifer and Liya belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Lilith belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

Vylixia, Colan and Nazeel belong to @captainthane

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

[hanaridulsetcheese]

Find Yourself

~ Stray Kids

Note: Takes place two days after Double Knot was released.

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Reader's POV

I was so nervous, my hands were shaking and I couldn't breathe normally. Today was my first evaluation with Park Jinyoung PD nim. This would decide if I get to carry on as a JYP trainee.

My chances of staying were not that high to begin with, I was the youngest trainee in JYP and I only specialised in dance. My voice wasn't that good, my singing was average and my rap was bad. I only had dance to rely on, I was sure I would be sent home but I wasn't going to leave without a fight.

I was currently in the practice room, doing the cover of Stray Kids sunbaenim's new song Double Knot. The choreography was tough, but that's what I liked about it, if you got it right then it looked perfect.

I was the only one of the trainees who dared to perform one of the newest songs in the company, many chose to perform a song that was full proof and well known, in my case, Double Knot was just released two days ago. I heard that Stray Kids were still mixing up the choreography for the song.

I pushed myself of the floor and put the music on again, taking my place and waited for the music to start. The beginning was the most difficult because it was made for the nine members to perform, not a solo artist.

I tried my best to improvise for this part so it looked part of the choreography but eventually just ended up doing Bang Chan's move where we was on the floor in the beginning.

As the song played, I had the video of thier practice in my head and followed along with the moves, closing my eyes and letting the music take over my body, carrying out the moves.

When ever I danced, my eyes were always closed and I did what came to mind, that's how I auditioned, I don't know what moves I did but apparently it was as bad as I thought it would be and Park Jinyoung accepted me.

When the chorus part of the song came, I focused on the lyrics and the video playing in my head and did the moves, hoping it didn't look sloppy. I never really saw how I dance but people always told me I was good so I took their word for it.

When the song ended, I fell to the floor, panting heavily and looked at myself in the mirror, I expected to see only myself in the mirror but I was met with nine other people staring at me through the mirror, they were none other than Stray Kids themselves.

I got up of the floor and faced them, my face grew hotter as I looked at them.

"Annyeonghaseyo oppas. " I bowed to them.

"Annyeonghaseyo. " the all greeted me. They all smiles at me as I looked awkwardly at them. I've been here for two months but this was the first time I met them, or any idol for that matter.

"What's your name kid? " Lee Know asked.

"I'm (Y/L/N) (Y/N). " I said shyly.

"You got quite some moves there, are you planning on becoming a trainee? " Bang Chan asked.

"I- I'm already a trainee. "

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know. It's just that we met all the trainees and we don't remember meeting you- " they all looked at each other.

"It's okay, I never associated myself with the other trainees or idols, I always stayed in the dorms or here. " I told them.

"That's not nice, you should go out and socialise. " Han said, looking at me with sad eyes.

"I can't. I'm not good at socialising. " you look down at your feet.

"We can help. " Woojin says.

"Thank you, but no thanks. I couldn't ask you guys to do that for me, after all, I might be going home after today. "

"What why?! " they all looked at me shocked.

"I don't really have any talents. I can't sing or rap and my dance isn't that good. "

"You are such a good dancer, what you just did there was amazing, some of us can't dance like that. " Felix says.

"You're just being nice. " I told him.

"I'm not kidding, we all took so long to learn this dance and you learnt it like what? Two days? You executed the dance out perfectly. "

"Was I really that good? " I asked, hopeful.

"Yes you were. Why don't you believe that? " Hyunjin asked.

"I never actually saw myself dance, I have this thing where I close my eyes while in dance. I've been dancing since I was six and I never saw myself dance. " you told them.

"Well your missing out something great, you have do much talent for someone so young. " Changbin said.

"There's no way Park Jinyoung PD nim would send you home. " Jeongin said, he gave me his signature dimpled smile.

"When do you have to perform it for him? " Seungmin asked.

"In- " I checked my phone, "two hours. "

"You shouldn't be over working yourself, the performance was perfect, you should rest now. " Bang Chan said.

"I can't rest, I feel like there is something missing. " I told him.

"How about you do it one more time, but this time you do it with your eyes open. Maybe you find that something missing. " Lee Know said.

"I-I could try. " I said. My nerves were over the roof, it's one thing doing the moves alone but when you have the creators of the dance watching you, it's a whole other feeling.

Hyunjin played the song and I took a deep breath in, getting ready.

Almost immediately my eyes closed and I began to do Bang Chan's part.

"Eyes open! " one of them yelled over the music, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my self in the mirror, still doing the dance moves.

It felt weird watching myself as I danced, but it felt good. My moves were sharp and precise, when the chorus hit that's when I realised what was missing, I missed the sights I saw while dancing, seeing the different parts of the room, seeing the nine smiling faces of Stray Kids watching me.

I smiled as I danced, watching my moves in the mirror, feeling the energy of the song take over me. I was ready to face Park Jinyoung and make him see that I was worthy of staying.

I finished of the song with Lee Know's move and smiled at myself. The was the sound of clapping behind me and I turned around and I saw Hyunjin holding up his phone, on a FaceTime with Park Jinyoung.

"Park Jinyoung PD nim, annyeonghaseyo. " I bowed to him, speechless.

"Well down (Y/N). That was the best dance performance I have ever seen. You're clear to carry in training with JYP, congratulations. I would like to see you in my office at five tonight. " he said.

"Of course sir, I'll be there. Thank you so much. " I bowed again.

"I have great plans for you (Y/N). " he smiled and cut the call.

I stood there in the middle of the practice room, speechless, staring at the nine idols who were busy smiling at me. Before I could comprehend anything, they all tackled me in a group hug, I couldn't life and deny the fact that my heart fluttered as the hugged me.

"We knew you could do it! "

"I can't believe you called Park Jinyoung. What if my performance was bad?! "

"But it wasn't, you heard him, you have talent. Don't be so hard in yourself. " Lee Know told me.

"I can't thank you guys enough for this. " You smiled at them.

"You can thank us by allowing us to take you out for ice cream? " Woojin said.

"I can't do that, I'm on a diet- "

"You're allowed to have one cheat day since you're so young. Let that day be today. " Seungmin said.

"Okay I guess. " I said and walked out with them.

"Since you're in the clear now, maybe you could start socialising more with the other trainees. " Felix said.

"I'm too shy to talk to anyone. " I admitted.

"We can help with that. We kind of have experience taking people out if their shells. " Changbin said, gesturing to Jeongin who blushed.

"Okay fine, but- "

"No buts except yours on the social bus. " Han said.

"Thanks guys. "

The rest of the night was spent fooling around with Stray Kids. They were so much of fun to be with. They told you stories if their trainee days and how it was like before they were put together.

At the end of the day, they walked you to your firm and you thanked them for the day.

"Thank you guys for helping me, if it wasn't for you guys I would be a nervous wreck right now having to perform in front of Park Jinyoung. "

"You're welcome (Y/N). Just remember not to push yourself so hard. " Jeongin said.

"And go out and make some friends. " Hyunjin said.

"I will, goodnight guys. "

You walked away into your dorms, pushing the button on the elevator and waited for it to come.

You heard laughing and turned around to see some of your dorm mates walking in the lobby.

"Hey (Y/N). " Sana, the oldest in your dorm greeted.

"Hey guys. How was evaluation? "

"It was great, Park Jinyoung cleared us, you? "

"Same here. "

"That's awesome. " Haneul, the third oldest said. "Say (Y/N), do you want to hangout with us at the rooftop? The rest of the girls are gonna be there. "

"I would love to. " you smiled, thinking about what Stray Kids told you.

They wanted you to break out if your shell and find yourself, and that's what you were going to do.

[eisheartoffantasy]

Entry #12. Mirror Mirror on the Wall...

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" This quote from the famous fairytale Snow White keeps popping into my head lately, though with a one-word difference.

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the loneliest of them all?

Being anything but "the fairest of them all", I'm not someone who likes to keep a mirror right next to my computer screen, so quite contrary to the title of this entry, I haven't been spending an increasing amount of time staring at my reflection.

Not in the real physical life, at the very least. On the inside I've been looking at one a lot. I've been...reflecting, I suppose.

For a brief several days, I thought I had found my way out of my depressive period, only to fall right back in. I mean, I wasn't surprised or shocked, just disappointed in myself, which is nothing new. Of course I would keep failing, wouldn't I? This was a given.

So why have I been feeling number than ever?

The voice in my head that tries to cheer me up, tries to give me a crucial amount of encouragement, has been fading away. On most days I don't even hear my own positive voice anymore, and that's worse than never hearing a positive word from others. Yes, I've always been lonely, but not quite like this. The old loneliness I experienced came from external sources. This new loneliness comes from within.

I get left behind again and again, and now, even I myself have left me behind, haven't I?

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the closest of them all?

Closest to what? I don't know, perhaps closest to giving up... Actually, no, I might already have given up. I haven't been taking care of myself, haven't made enough efforts to catch up with school, haven't tried hard enough to fix my habits, haven't gotten back in contact with people in my life — I've been doing even worse somehow, completely isolating myself from everyone, avoiding everything.

But what's going to happen when I can't run away anymore? And in addition, have I really given up if I still wonder something like this?

Maybe I haven't given up completely just yet, but at this point I'm fully relying on luck, aren't I? Ugh, it wouldn't even be so hard to put in a little more effort...and yet...

Mirror mirror on the wall, how can I escape from them all?

I want to leave. I want to go away. I want to go somewhere as far as possible. I want to be in another world. I want to leave the people I care for. I want to leave my identity behind. I want to leave this life. I want to leave. I want to leave. I want to leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave. Leave!!!!!

When you think about it, it probably doesn't make sense what I'm saying here. Ei, what do you mean exactly? You just said you're lonely, now you're saying you want to leave? Won't you just be lonelier? To that I say, no I won't; I'll be more alone, but definitely less lonely.

Did you know? The loneliness you feel from being alone is nothing compared to the loneliness you feel despite not being alone.

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the loneliest of them all?

I don't know if it's me — see, I haven't met every single one of "them" after all. There's got to be someone lonelier than me, right? Dead or alive? Are the deceased more or less lonely than the living?

Ah, so many routes for my mind to wander off to in the middle of the night. I'm so tired. I'm always tired. Can this change? All these things, external and internal alike, can I get through them?

Mirror mirror on the wall, how do I overcome them all?

The mirror in my heart doesn't answer my questions like the one in Snow White does. My mirror isn't a magical one. Because I'm lonely, aren't I? The evil queen at least had a companion, but not me.

With warmth and hopefulness,

Ei

[lyaress]

hi i read ur post about touka/kaneki as a ship ending unless the tragedy is taken to the extreme, and i was wondering if u don't mind answering why is that. i mean what do you think indicates touka/kaneki splitting up? i am just asking because in my mind kaneki will either die (like, i haven't re-read :re but didn't some doctor or something tell him that his health is deteriorating?) or tou//ken will sail... what do you think?

I believe Kaneki x Touka as a romantic pairing was never supposed to be viewed as a positive thing. The reasoning here is that I have some faith in Ishida’s writing capabilities and I don’t think he is dumb enough to write an abusive relationship and not realise that that’s what he has done. This gets very long so I’m putting it behind a read more.

Disclaimer: yes, I ship hidekane but not because I hate tou/ken. This post does not devolve into why hidekane > tou/ken like my posts normally do :P This posts only tries to establish why Touka and Kaneki are each others “bad ending.”

Touka

Since the very beginning, Touka is established as an attractive but troubled girl with anger management issues. She acts out and will ALWAYS resort to physical and verbal abuse to get her feelings of anger and frustration across. Touka is not an emotionally mature person. She is a mirror of Kaneki in this situation; Kaneki takes all the pain on himself, Touka inflicts all her pain on other people. Just as a foundation, this is not a good basis for a friendship let alone a romance. 

Due to circumstance and a mutual benefit from working together, they are able to enter a somewhat unstable friendship. Even in this fragile alliance between them, she is needlessly violent for no reason at all:

He is an abuse victim, don’t forget. It is especially bad for someone like Kaneki to be victim to this.

But by now, Touka recognises that Kaneki is a person who was much like her father, and a person who is at risk of leaving her behind, too.

This is the point where Touka’s abandonment issues really start to shine through. It is no coincidence that we have Touka’s background reveal right before Kaneki decides to leave ainteku. Touka’s father is established to be a personality very similar to original Kaneki’s, even their looks are almost identical. That section ends with Touka curled up on her bed thinking about her father and how everyone always leaves her. So this section tells us the following things:

Touka loved her father

Kaneki is very much like Touka’s father

Touka’s father and brother left her and she feels abandoned

Kaneki made the choice to abandon her, too

Touka suffers abandonment twice

Ishida knows this, and keeps coming back to this. He repeatedly has Touka suffering from abandonment in regards to Kaneki especially. And she reacts to abandonment violently, when she isn’t crying about it.

Now, from a shippers perspective, they probably think its cute that Touka needs Kaneki to function. They are so caught up in their little romantic fantasy that they forget this is a tragedy where Ishida is out to make Kaneki’s life as ironic and miserable as possible.They don’t acknowledge that Touka’s attachment issues and violent behaviour as a result of trauma are even unhealthy.

Now, let’s be a little bit productive about this. I’m going to link some sources that identify and explain Touka’s character and then I’m going to establish how her life led to her becoming an abuser. Please note that I do believe Touka has some deeper issues than simply abandonment, but because I’m not a psychologist I won’t try to diagnose her.

A general source about abandonment to establish some of what abandonment is and some of the symptoms that a person with abandonment issues might display.

Another source on abandonment

This source tells you about how abandonment rage is a thing. I don’t think it requires much contemplation to figure out how this relates back to Touka.

Here is list of possible traits that abusers can have , please be aware that not every trait will apply to any one person. In particular, I would like you to consider traits numbered 7, 9, 11, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 20, 21, 23, and 24. Honorable mentions are numbers 4, 10 and 25.

Here is another source on abuse

If anyone could provide me with a counter to this and explain how Touka is not actually abusive, that would be both wonderful and very impressive. In addition, we can acknowledge that the only relationships Touka is functional in involve an over-protective big sister who is the sole provider for that person. She even gets offended when her perceived dependent (Hinami) chooses to study with Kaneki instead of her. 

So, so far we have concluded that Touka’s abandonment issues led to her becoming an abusive adult, and that Kaneki is one of her victims. And that she she only knows how to be in one kind of relationship. I haven’t even covered how Touka uses physical intimacy as a last resort to manipulate Kaneki into not leaving her. 

Now, let’s identify what a “bad ending” for Touka would look like.

She stays in a relationship where she feels the need to desperately search for any way to make her father her lover stay with her.

She raises a child while emotionally explosive and insecure. Her “this is how I was raised/grew up/was trained mentality is used on her kid, who then becomes another clone of her basically what happened when she was raising Ayato. Her child then becomes like her, another abuser born of their environment.

She is never given room to emotionally recover from her childhood trauma. She never gets therapy. She never changes.

She keeps being enabled to use violence to convey her emotions.

Now, let’s identify what a good ending would look like:

Touka gets therapy and no longer has to rely on her father a lover to feel validated.

Touka is no longer explosive. She learns how to communicate with words,

Touka is happy with who she is, as she is. No longer uses her body as a tool.

Touka raises a child with the help of someone who is emotionally mature and was raised in a stable environment and who knows what good parenting looks like. Hint: this person isn’t Kaneki.

Touka gets more relationships like Yoriko in her life that are genuine and without strings attached.

Touka finds a partner who she could actually sit around and chat with in their old age about their similarities instead of someone who she would never consider even talking to in a perfect world.

Kaneki

Oh boy, here we go. I’m not going to even attempt to get into Kaneki’s psychology, But I will point to some important things.

We know that Kaneki is used to violence from the people he loved. Wouldn’t you agree that Ishida is smart enough to draw these parallels in Kaneki’s love life in the same way that he did for Touka regarding her father?

He paired up the woman who uses violence as her way of communication with the man who is used to violence from people he loves. This is a recipe for disaster.

For a while, Kaneki was happy with Hide. Kaneki was content as a human living his life with Hide and casually dating people. Here is what Kaneki says about his life with Hide at the beginning before he starts excluding Hide and feeling lonely.

and

So, at this point, Kaneki was happy. He had some issues regarding his family but he wasn’t aggressive. He was self-sacrificing but his issues could be fixed with some therapy over time. He had a place he belonged, he wasn’t lonely, and he was studying to progress his life.

It wasn’t until Kaneki started realising that he needed to lose contact with Hide because ghouls were dangerous, and that he no longer had a place he fully belonged to, that Kaneki started talking about how lonely he is. 

Even when Touka is doing everything she can to give Kaneki a home:

Kaneki is still lonely.

We know that Kaneki just wants a source of comfort:

It isn’t until Kaneki believes that Hide is dead that Touka is able to seduce him and become a source of comfort:

Hook, line and sinker, Kaneki how relies on her for comfort instead of clinging to a person he assumes is now dead:

And she still puts in all the effort to make sure Kaneki can’t forget her. 

She gives him something he can’t leave behind:

And Kaneki believes that he is happy with her. But, we know this isn’t a good ending:

As Kaneki says:

So, Ishida is telling us that Kaneki’s current state of “happiness,” born from the desire only to feel love, is what eventually caused the current most devastating event in all of Tokyo Ghoul.

So now Kaneki has to actually deal with his underlying problems:

For Kaneki, what he needs is:

Obviously, therapy

A place where he can feel at home and not still be loney

A cure to his selfish desire to feel any kind of love he can get

To not associate violence with love

To learn what love is

To find a lover that loves him for who he is and not because of their daddy abandonment issues

To develop emotional control

An interesting note is that Touka’s “happy ending” does not have room for her relationship with Kaneki continuing like this. So, it is impossible for them to fix all of their issues AND be happy together. It just doesn’t work in the end because the glue that holds them together is born of their own insecurities and issues, if you remove those issues they no longer have anything to keep them together other than a difficult history.

Yeah, I really feel sorry for that tou/ken child…

But to answer the question: Tou/ken sticking together is a part of a tragedy ending because it is not what either of those characters really needs, especially when you take away their emotional scars. They represent each other’s weaknesses too exactly for this to be anything other than perfect planning by Ishida. I am also interested in seeing what happens when Kaneki’s original support foundation (Hide) is brought back into the picture. What reason does he have to cling to Touka anymore?

I see four possible endings:

1. Touken stay together. Neither can recover from their histories. Neither get a chance to recover. They keep up the tragic cycles of their past and cling to each other for comfort without healing.

2. Touka recovers from her issues. She no longer needs Kaneki to feel secure in herself. She has no reason to retain interest in Kaneki and can find a more suitable partner for herself.

3. Kaneki is able to find comfort in someone else (probably Hide) like he did at the start. He no longer has to cling to Touka to avoid feeling lonely and he can soundly begin his path to recovery like he should have at the start of the series.

4. One or both die. The other has a chance to move on.

I can’t give you a definite answer of how I think it will go down because Ishida can do a lot in the remaining chapters.

TLDR:

Kaneki and Touka are almost tailor-made representations of each other’s weaknesses. To heal, they cannot continue their relationship. If Ishida is trying to make the most tragic and ironic ending possible, it would include Kaneki and Touka staying together.