#he just needs some clothes now.... nakie

[pirpintine]

I got a little plush doll starter kit for my birthday, so I have been learning basic embroidery and fussing with that and made... a scrungly lil 10cm Gale...

[arisewanekosuki]

Dreamer in Teyvat -Night 1- (6/?)

[1], [2], [3], [4], [5] [For the next part check Masterlist]

[Equipment: Backpack, bag, 100 mora, shield, comfortable Inazuman clothes for traveling]

You ask Gorou if there is anything you can help with. You surprised him with that question. He turn his head to the side, thinking about something. You can see his right ear twitch. Gorou looked at you again and smile. -“Thank you, but I wouldn’t want anything bad happen to you.” Ah so your help is declined but Gorou truly appreciate that you wanted to help him and his people. -“I have to go now, duty calls.” He waved you goodbye and went towards where the entrance to the village is. Now you wonder what to do next. You really hoped that you can spend time and help Gorou. Sadly you didn’t do anything to make people of Teyvat to be interested in you so it will be hard to make playable characters to like you or even just trust you… at least some of them… For now you decide to go to Sangonomiya Shrine. After passing the first bridge you notice some Sango pearls. Now that you have backpack you can take them with you, maybe you can sell them later or something. After crossing the next bridge and passing another Samurai, you make your way to Sangonomiya Shrine.

After reaching the entrance, you can’t help but be in awe, everything look so beautiful. The game is already beautiful but seeing it like this? Being now part of this world? It feels amazing. Right now you are filled with feeling to see more of Teyvat, to travel to all wonderful places. But first you need mora and learn how to protect yourself…or maybe you will be able to meet someone who can accompany you. You wonder if it’s okay for you to get closer to the shrine. The Samurai that’s standing before stairs, doesn't say anything nor is stopping you, so it seems you can go close to the Shrine. After walking upstairs you look around, there are some Sangonomiya Shrine Maidens but you can't spot Kokomi anywhere. You decide to approach one to ask a question. -“Hello! I’m (Y/n), I’m traveler and I was wondering if there is possibility to meet with Divine Priestess?” The Shrine Maiden smile to you. -“Welcome, I’m Izumi Naki, right now Her Excellency is resting in her quarters but if you wish to speak with her, you can come here tomorrow in the morning.” -“Alright, thank you very much! Bye!” you wave goodbye. -“Goodbye, may Watatsumi Omikami watch over you.” The shrine maiden bowed. That’s unlucky… but wait, there, downstairs, on one of the corals is standing someone familiar.

To think you’ll meet Heizou in here, but why is he on Watatsumi? You approach him, he must heard your footsteps because he turned his head around to see who is coming. -“Hello there~  The scenery is truly breathtaking don’t you think?” he started conversation, smiling to you. -“Hi! Yes, it’s really wonderful! What- “ you wanted to ask ‘what are you doing here?’ but that would be suspicious, after all you two shouldn’t know about each other, right? You continue “You’re not from here right? Vacation?” you smile to him. He hum in response.

-“Yes, you can say that, how about you? I can tell you’re not from here as well.” -“You’re right! I’m traveling and Watatsumi become first place I… wanted to see!” before he would ask more questions you introduced yourself. “I’m (Y/n), and you?” -“ The name's Shikanoin Heizou, sharpest and most successful detective of the Tenryou Commission!” he said that with pride. -“Nice to meet you Heizou! So…. How long have you been here?” -“Just couple days, and you?” -“I just came here today.” -“Hmm I see.” And conversation ended after this. You would like to talk more with him but you have to be careful, it would be bad if you said something by accident what you shouldn't know and Heizou is sharp, and observant. Heizou suddenly yawn, the moon finally welcomed you. -“It was niece to meet you, but I’ll call it a day! See you around~” and with that, he walk away. You watched for a little moment the scenery in front you and then you realized…. Where are you going to sleep? Maybe you should ask Miss Momoko if she let you spend night at her house… let’s hope she will accept 100 mora… But wait, when are you going to wake up? You still not sure how long you can be in Teyvat before you wake up. Well for now let’s hope one day here is not one night in your world. That would be terrible, it would be hard to do anything in one day, also you still not sure how to ‘save your progress’. Well...Let’s just go to sleep and see what happens in the morning.

Going towards village you started to wonder, what you should do in the morning if you stay in Teyvat? You can try meet with Kokomi. It would be good to go to Mouun Shrine, but going alone will be dangerous. Kokomi may not really help you with how busy she is and she may just ask some soldier to accompany you. You’re not sure if you’ll find Gorou and you’re not sure if he will have time to go with you, there is a chance he may ask some solider to accompany you as well You can try ask Heizou, he seems to have some time, but you’re not sure how he will react if he knows that there may be some fight.

[Gorou: ♥ ♥ ♡ ♡ ♡] [Heizou: ♥ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡]

[fluttering-by]

MBJR WEEK

Day 1 - Mother + Doll

Notes: This one involves a few OCs of mine, they aren’t really all that relevant to the story, they’re just mentioned as a plot device really. 

But basically, all you really need to know is that the mother in this story was a kid who Horobi raised back in Daybreak as a parent HumaGear, who’s now all grown up with a family of her own. Also they own a farm. It’s a kind of running thing that one of their goats is obsessed with Horobi, hence one line in the fic. 

So there’s the two parents, Sydney and Haruka, and then two teen girls and two younger girls.

Also I haven’t written like this for such a long time since uni completely burned me out, so I’m starting off slowly. I’m probably not going to write too many words, but any word at all is a victory to me at this point. 

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It didn’t have to be perfect. 

In fact, that was what they liked about Horobi’s crafts. They were never perfect. You could see that they were handmade, and not mass produced in a factory. And that was therapeutic to Horobi. To be able to make mistakes here and there, to be able to be imperfect, to be able to learn a skill from scratch. 

The crocheted doll in his hands was destined for a very important owner. A little girl who was about to turn six, who wanted to be an astronaut just like her uncle Ikazuchi. 

“That’s so cute, Horobi.” Ikazuchi said. How long had he been there? Horobi didn’t even notice him walking in. “She’ll love it. I’m sure it’ll mean the world to her.” 

“I hope so…”

The party was loud. Which was to be expected of a five year old’s birthday party. And as always, Horobi felt completely out of place. 

“You okay?” Ikazuchi asked quietly. 

“Of course. Of course, I’ll… adjust.”

They’d arrived together, but it didn’t take long for Jin to find the two older siblings, and Naki to start talking to some of the parents that had stayed to help supervise the kids, some of which just happened to be their work colleagues, leaving Ikazuchi and Subaru to stay with Horobi. 

Well. Ikazuchi, Subaru, and the goat currently chewing on Horobi’s clothes. 

“Wobi!” The little girl yelled, finally spotting him, and immediately grabbed onto the wheels beside her and propelled herself to him, before raising her arms. “Up up!”

Horobi obliged of course, lifting the girl from her chair as he always did when he visited. “Goodness, you’ve grown since I last saw you.”

“I’m a big girl now!”

“You certainly are! Happy birthday.”

“Thank you!”

Ikazuchi let out a loud and dramatic harrumph. “Don’t mind us.”

“Uncle Ika!” The girl reached out her hand to grab him. “Uncle Subaru!”

“No no, it’s too late now, we know where we stand.” He laughed, all the while letting the girl in Horobi’s arms grab onto his sleeve. 

Later that day, the girl would open her presents, and her clear favourite would be the crocheted astronaut bee, her favourite animal, in a crocheted wheelchair matching her own. 

And the only thing that would make it even more cool would be knowing that the little toy she held had once actually been in space, thanks to Ikazuchi. 

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Is it good? Absolutely not. But I did it!

[firebirdsdaughter]

…

… Okay.

Well that really just came off as Yotacrappy manipulating Naki.

Like… King of chessmasters, I guess. Doesn’t make me like him as a person (actually makes me dislike him even more) but if they’d actually been able to utilise him in the show, it might’ve worked… Although… Now I feel like his ending was a letdown similarly to Gai’s… I feel like he should have gotten called out for using mbjr like this. Let Horobi punch Yotacrappy, it’s the least he deserves.

I don’t… Think Naki was aware they were going to use Horobi? Also you’re telling me Gai didn’t reprogram them before sticking them in Fuwa’s head? Seriously? Also wtf would they think they needed the ThousanDriver to stop the Ark. It didn’t actually help, like, at all.

…

Yeah, I really don’t follow this. I just keep thinking about an analogy I thought of where Yotagaki’s method of dealing w/ the situation was more like a gang boss trying to ‘clean’ up by disposing of evidence and victims. Naki throws in a wrench by asking him to bring back Jin, but ultimately, he just as the power to make tweaks to the kid’s system to make him controllable and/or manipulate him.

It really just feels like him trying to systematically get the members of mbjr out of the picture along w/ the Ark while showing as little of ZAIA’s involvement as possible, rather than actually trying to take responsibility and be honest.

[tg-headcanons]

Nsfw alphabet with naki?

HORNY HOURS WITH IDIOT (affectionate)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): he’s never quite sure what to do right when it’s over and will probably just wait for his partner to do something. He’ll follow their lead for the most part, but what he really wants is praise and cuddles. He’s one of those ghouls who really needs the post sex cuddle sessions to avoid the emotional drop

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): on himself he likes his teeth, on his partner he doesn’t like anything in particular. He’s demisexual and when he is attracted to someone sexually he doesn’t really break down what specific things he likes into parts. He’s content to just like their body as a whole

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): he needs his partner to be patient with him since he doesn’t come very easily. It takes him awhile to get there and he can’t finish without his kakuhou being touched, some ghouls are just built like that but he’s a little embarrassed by it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): though he’s more used to quick and careless rough stuff, what he really wants is to be pampered. Tell him he’s pretty, touch him gently, fuck him or ride him. Let him lay back and be taken care of, let him know that he deserves it. He’s a pillow prince at heart

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): he has experience, but it isn’t all good. In the past he’s had partners ranging from distant and pushy to downright cruel. Some have been alright, he’s hooked up with people like Miza and Hooguro and really liked it, but others weren’t as kind. Plenty of people have slept with him without caring if he enjoys it, plenty have fucked him through his heat and left him to deal with the emotional drop alone, and Jason in particular was among the worst when it came to downright brutal sex. Naki wants people to give him affection and attention, but sadly Aogiri isn’t the best place to find safe and respectful partners. By now he thinks of sex as something that’s usually painful but can earn him some praise. His partner will need to be very gentle and soft with him at first, he needs to learn that he can set boundaries and that his pleasure is just as important as theirs

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): if he’s bottoming he likes missionary, He’s used to being bent over things in any abandoned building or broken into house he and past partners could find and unceremoniously fucked so being able to look his partner in the eyes and kiss them is amazing. When topping he likes doggy, he hasn’t had much of a chance to be dominant before, and he really likes the feeling of control from time to time

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): he’s not going to joke around, and if his partner is joking he probably won’t notice

H = Heat (what are heats like for them? How do they handle it?): some ghouls get lucky and have brief, mild heats, and others get very unlucky. Naki is among the ladder. They’re absolutely horrible, he was unfortunate enough to end up with a heat hormonal disorder and no way to treat it so he suffers with them. They last a whole week, he has horrible cramps, fevers, nausea, unrelenting muscle weakness and insomnia. In the past he’s handled them by trying to find a decent place to hide and wait them out, but most of the time they break him and he resorts to sleeping with anyone to relieve it. It isn’t safe and the type of ghoul who would fuck someone in heat without talking it out with them beforehand isn’t the type to be kind and respectful. His partner will need to sit him down and talk about how he wants to go about it before it happens to be sure they have a plan and don’t cross any of his boundaries, and he’ll honestly be grateful for the sense of security that comes with a safe place to get through it. Just keep him from overheating, bring some painkillers, be gentle with him and maybe ask around among rich ghoul circles for doctors who can treat heat disorders and he’ll fall in love all over again

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he’s very intimate. He always holds out hope that sex will be romantic and kind and even with the kind of people he’s been with in the past he hasn’t given up on that fairy tail Candlelight-And-Velvet sex he wants. Tell him how pretty he is and kiss him and he’ll be melting in your arms

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): considering that he’s homeless, roams with a pack of people, and that it takes more for him to come than it takes others, for Naki jerking off takes more planning than you’d think. He needs to wait until he can find somewhere that he can go in private between missions, often rooms in unoccupied buildings where the White Suits are staying, and then he can relieve himself. Since he needs his kakuhou touched he rubs up against something to stimulate it. If he’s lucky he can find a living room or bedroom with pillows he can use, but if he can’t he’ll fold up his jacket. Between touching his cock and rutting his kakuhou against the pillows he’s able to get himself off every so often before slipping back into the group and hoping no one has questions about where he went

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): blindfolds. You know how when vets treat horses and deer they cover their eyes to make them less nervous? The same thing works on Naki. He’s a little uneasy when getting started and oddly enough, if he’s blindfolded and unable to anticipate movements, that fades away. All he has to do is focus on the sensations of being touched and words of praise, and any anxiety is replaced by euphoria

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): bedroom. For most that seems normal but for him that’s a luxury. A comfy bed? A door for privacy? Lights that can be turned off? That’s living like kings right there

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): genuine affection. Nothing gets him hard like assurance that he’s loved and wanted through the simple kindness he craves

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Naki has some trouble with setting boundaries, he assumes his partner will be mad and needs the assurance that there’s nothing wrong with not being comfortable with things. He’s not quite sure where to start so he’d have to say that he doesn’t like anything too rough or mean. Things like bottoming unprepared, impact play or degradation. Biting and hard grips are fine since that’s normal for ghouls to enjoy but things that are purposefully sadistic are off the table. He’s getting better at speaking up when something hurts physically or emotionally, and it feels good to be able to say no without feeling guilty about it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): he prefers to give. Because he’s a ghoul, Teeth Near Dick is a valid fear and one that he’d rather avoid. Though he isn’t opposed to being the one giving head

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): he can take a lot, but prefers for his partner to be gentle and slow when he’s bottoming. Though when he’s on top, he’s pretty quick, not so much that he’s trying to be rough, rather he gets caught up in feeling good and ends up fucking like a rabbit

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he hates them. He knows that “quick fuck” = “not enough time for him to finish” = “not enough time for post sex cuddles” = “huge emotional drop.” He needs to have time, he needs to have the right touches, and he needs to have decent aftercare. Quickies don’t allow for that so he isn’t too keen on them

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): he doesn’t really like to. He knows his comfort zone in regards to sex and he knows that he doesn’t do well with pushing its boundaries. He’d rather stick to doing it inside, and if there’s anything new his partner wants to bring into the bedroom it would need to be gradual

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): he lasts a hell of a long time. He goes a round or two before being tapped out, but with how long it takes him to come those rounds can be awhile

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): he doesn’t have any. He wouldn’t be opposed to some being used on him as long as they don’t hurt though

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he doesn’t like teasing and he doesn’t like to be teased, he doesn’t see the appeal

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): I’m sure this comes as no surprise but Naki cries during sex. He does it when he’s in pain, he does it when he’s feeling amazing, he does it with any strong sensation at all so no matter what it’s just going to happen. It’s normal for him to let a few tears fall while he’s fucking, along with some pretty loud moans. What is surprising is that he’s one of those rare ghouls who purrs during sex. He doesn’t always do it because he needs to feel very safe and very good, but with the right partner he’ll be purring like a kitten

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): he likes wearing things that his partner gives him. It’s a task that he can obey, it’s a physical reminder that they care enough about him to decorate him, it’s something that shows everyone who he belongs to. Whether it’s a collar or a suit he jumps at the opportunity to wear something that marks him as theirs

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): 7.5 inches, life may have screwed him over but at least his meat is huge

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): a little below average. Sex isn’t as important to him as romance, rather it’s another expression of romance, so only doing it a few times a month is enough for him. Though he’d be okay with doing it more if his partner wants to, he likes doing anything as long as it’s with them and sex can be amazing

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he doesn’t fall asleep after sex unless he’s sure he’s somewhere safe. He’s used to having to immediately fix his clothes and leave whenever it’s over, but if he has a partner who cares about him, a room that’s safe, and some cuddles to put him at ease, he’ll slowly drift off

[pterodactylterrace]

Guys Like You Chapter 7

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 7

Chapter Summary: Just an ordinary Sunday

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut. Alcohol consumption. 

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6}

Just an ordinary Sunday. An ordinary Sunday with nothing special about it what so ever. Just your average, everyday, run of the mill Sunday.

Oh, except for that 'date' Faye had been freaking out about for days now. She was acting like a teenager again, and worst still, she knew she was. Should she do something special with her hair? Should she bother with makeup? What if she ended up getting a surprise pimple? Most importantly, what was she supposed to wear? Would it be weird to just show up in regular clothes, or would it be weirder to show up over dressed? Sure, she could actually ask him like a reasonable adult, but she refused to admit ignorance of what dating looked like anymore, so here she was, an hour before she was supposed to leave, staring at her closet in absolute terror and confusion.

There was one last resource she hadn't tapped into just yet. Her trump card. Possibly her last line of defense to keep from looking like an idiot. Or more like an idiot, depending on how you look at the situation.

"Briar!"

"Mommy, why you nakie?" Briar giggled as she came toddling into the room at top speed, wrapping her arms around her mother's leg.

"I'm not nakie, I have my underwear on." Faye pointed out, rolling her eyes. This child of hers. "Do you wanna pick out what Mommy wears when we go see Henry?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Briar gasped, hurrying over to her mother's closet and surveying the items hung up. "This one's pretty!" Briar gasped, grabbing the skirt of one of the dresses hung up. All in all, not a bad pick. Casual enough to not look like she was trying too hard, nice enough that she didn't look like a slob. Briar to the rescue, once again. Now the only problem was getting it on. This particular dress was backless with a litany of different ties crossing each other to make it fit just right. She hadn't worn this dress since she'd moved across the ocean. Now she didn't have her trusty siblings to help her get it on right, and Briar didn't know how to tie anything.

It took some doing, a lot of wiggling, and a bit of compromise as far as fit went, but she did eventually get it on. She tossed a denim jacket on to keep her back somewhat warm, deciding to quit while she was ahead and leave before she continued fussing with her appearance even more. She had her daughter, dressed in a little tulle dress with her hair up in pigtails. As far as Faye was concerned, she had everything she needed.

Henry greeted her at the door with a brilliant smile, a button up that was crying for mercy and the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen.

"Kal!" Briar squealed, rushing past Henry to hug the fluffy dog.

"It's great to finally have you over." Henry greeted, pulling Faye in for a hug as soon as she crossed the threshold.

"Thank you for inviting us." Faye responded, stealthily breathing him in as she returned his affectionate gesture. Why did this man have to smell so good?

"Dinner should be done soon."

"It smells great. I didn't know you could cook."

"Well I didn't expect you to cook anything. Not after that baking disaster." Henry teased, raising a brow at her.

"Hey now, cooking and baking are two different things. Baking is a science. Cooking is an art."

"Is that just a nice way of saying you can't follow directions?"

"How very rude of you, sir. Throwing my inability to follow directions at me."

"May I take your jacket? Or are the directions for removing it too complicated?"

"So very mean." Faye grumbled, letting her jacket slide off her shoulders and passing it off.

"Oh, now that's a doozy." Henry murmured to himself, tilting his head and gently skimming his fingers over the artwork covering her back.

"That's my big one." Faye chuckled, turning more to let him get a better look.

"I'm looking forward to uncovering more." Henry whispered in her ear, gently squeezing her shoulders and sliding past her to hang her jacket up. That fucking tease.

Faye scooped Briar up and followed her nose to the kitchen, snooping around to see what was cooking. A few different pots and pans were on the stove, and something was cooking away in the oven. She curiously cracked the oven door open and looked in, groaning softly at the smell of roasting meat. Faye jumped when she felt a hand on her hip, the oven door snapping shut as she turned to see Henry's amused face looking down at her.

"Are you ladies having fun?"

"Brockey?" Briar asked hopefully, reaching over for Henry to take her.

"I didn't forget your favorite." Henry chuckled, taking the toddler in one arm and reaching for the chopped vegetable on the nearby cutting board with the other. "Now I don't have princess plates, but the table is all set if you two would like to have a seat." He instructed, passing the placated toddler back to her mother.

Faye seated her daughter first, shaking her head when she saw three wine glasses, two already filled with wine, one holding what appeared to be chocolate milk.

"I take it the milk is for Briar?"

"If she won't drink it, I will." Henry shrugged, shooting Faye a cheeky grin over his shoulder.

Faye seated herself next to her daughter, smoothing her dress beneath herself and trying not to fidget. Just because she was nervous, didn't mean she had to act nervous, right? Maybe a  few sips of wine would help settle her nerves.

Three glasses of wine and one amazing meal later, Faye found herself sitting on Henry's couch, My Little Pony playing in the background to keep the half asleep toddler entertained while his fingers drew light patterns along her shoulders and arms. Her head rested on his shoulder, reluctantly forcing herself to break the domestic spell they found themselves trapped in.

"It's getting late." Faye pointed out, shifting her head to look up at her host. "We should probably get going."

"I'm not so sure you should be driving." Henry pointed out gently, glancing at her almost empty glass of wine.

"Gonna drive us home, then?" Faye giggled, nuzzling against his shoulder.

"Why don't you two just stay here for the night? Briar is already about to fall asleep on the rug." Henry chuckled, nodding toward the half asleep child on the floor.

"I didn't exactly plan on a sleep over."

"I have a spare room."

"Briar still has accidents, though. I don't want her ruining your mattress. Wait... I think I still have some diapers in the car!" Faye gasped, her eyes lighting up.

"I'll run out and get them, where are your keys?"

"In my jacket." Faye mumbled after a second of thinking, scooting over to allow Henry to stand.

After Faye woke up the toddler and got her changed, Henry scooped the little girl up, carrying her down the hall to the spare room to tuck her in, plugging in the night light he'd bought when he'd learned about her fear of the dark. He hadn't ever exactly planned on them staying over just yet, but thought it best to take precautions to keep the child placated and in her own room if they ever did stay over.

"Now, where were we?" Faye purred after he had pulled the door closed, wrapping her arms around his thick neck and leaning up on her tip toes to kiss at his jawline, her fingers toying with the hairs at the back of his neck.

"Faye, slow down." Henry chuckled, gently taking her elbows and moving her back.

"You don't want to?" Faye asked softly, uncertainty and insecurity written all over her face, tugging harshly at Henry's heart. This definitely wasn't how he planned on this night going.

"Shh, no tears." He soothed, wiping at the moisture she didn't even know was collecting in her eyes. Even though she had braced herself for rejection around every corner, she still found her heart breaking at the reality of it. She knew better than to get her hopes up. She had told herself time and time again not to even entertain the idea, but their last evening together on her couch continued echoing hope in her mind.

"I-I'm so sorry." Faye excused herself, pulling further away from him, looking away to hide her flushed face.

"Hey, no." Henry corrected, pulling her in close again. "Faye, I want this. I want you. Believe me, I really do, but not like this."

"What do you mean?" Faye sniffled softly, still not looking up at him, settling for resting her head against his chest.

"You're not even fit to drive right now, Faye. I'd only be taking advantage of you." Henry explained, gently running his fingers up and down her spine. "And I'm not going to do that."

"What if I just jump you then?" Faye pouted, her hand sliding up his thick thigh, feeling  emboldened by his admission.

"Then I'd say it's a good thing I'm a big boy that can take care of myself." Henry chuckled, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together.

"So you won't let me have any fun?" She pouted, finally turning her face to look up at him.

"Not like this. We'll see how you feel in the morning. Now let's get you off to bed." With that he scooped her up, chuckling at her grumbled of protest as he carried her down the hall to his bedroom, her complaints about being able to walk falling on deaf ears.

"But I'm not tired." Faye yawned as her final act of unconvincing defiance, cuddling into his chest as he pushed the door open.

"I'm sure you aren't, but it's getting late." Henry soothed, setting her down on the edge of the bed to rummage though his drawers to find her something to wear. Surely she wouldn't enjoy sleeping in her dress, no matter how beautifully it hugged every curve.

"Come on, let's get this off." Henry encouraged, tugging at the hem of her dress.

"Oh, change your mind?" Faye giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

"No, I just don't think this is too comfortable to sleep in." Henry chuckled, helping her to her feet and turning her around to better access the ties holding her dress in place.

"Wait." Faye suddenly protested.

"What's wrong?" His hands, froze, his eyes snapping up to look at the back of her head.

"I'm not wearing a bra." Faye mumbled, wrapping her arms around herself in a hug. Of course, now she's shy. How was this the same girl that was trying to grope him not ten minutes earlier?

"Promise I won't look." Henry chuckled, shaking his head at his fickle house guest as he finished untying her dress, Faye reluctantly letting it fall away, all the while feeling she should have asked him to turn the lights off first. She quickly grabbed the shirt off the edge of the bed and pulled it on, glancing over her shoulder to find he had turned around, eyes averted to the wall as he waited, just like he promised.

"Thank you." Faye mumbled, tugging at the hem of the shirt, wishing it were just a little longer. "You know, I'm not that drunk." She tried one last time. "I'm tipsy at best."

"It still wouldn't be right." Henry shrugged, moving around her to pull down the blankets and gently usher her into bed.

"Wait, you are staying with me, right?" Faye half yawned, turning her big doe like eyes up to him.

"I don't know, are you going to keep your hands to yourself, Miss Warren?" Henry teased.

"I'll be good. Just want a cuddle." Faye assured, snuggling back into the bed, watching his every move as he went about preparing himself for bed, stripping out of the too tight button down, tossing it into the laundry as he absently scratched at his furry chest. His pants quickly followed in suit before he shut the lights off and clambered into bed next to her. Normally he would sleep bare, but decided it wouldn't be the best idea given the current circumstances.

"Now remember, hands to yourself, Miss Warren." Henry reminded, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. Faye cuddled into him and drifted off into a dreamless sleep, happily curled into his side and breathing him in with a small smile etched on her face.

The next morning, Faye woke up to someone breathing in her ear and a rather heavy arm slung across her chest. She shifted her leg and couldn't help but smile to herself when her thigh brushed against something hard, moving her leg against it again with more purpose, rousing the slumbering man next to her.

"Mmm, good morning." He hummed, cracking his eyes open, his hips rolling toward her probing thigh.

"You know, I'm not drunk anymore." Faye pointed out, squealing when she found herself suddenly trapped beneath him.

"Is that right?" He hummed, pressing gentle kisses to her neck and shoulder, letting one hand gently glide up and down her side, slowly lifting the hem of her improvised nightgown as he went. It would seem she found herself in the presence of a morning person. A very eager morning person, complete with morning wood. He sat back on his heels as he slid her shirt off, biting his lip and groaning softly at the first glimpse of her naked chest.

"Fucking gorgeous." He growled, leaning in and kissing her left breast tenderly, basking in her low whines, her legs wrapping around his waist as he caught her nipple in his mouth, gently flicking it with his tongue. So soft. So tender.

Slowly he slid further down her body, gently untangling her legs from his torso as he descended, leaving small kisses and nips along her stomach, Faye's increased breathing and soft whimpers only spurring him on. His eyes caught a small bit of color creeping over her left side, his attention instantly diverting to the artwork decorating her ribs. "A little mermaid." He chuckled, his fingers gently tracing the lines before pressing a quick kiss to it, not missing her ticklish squirm. That would be something to remember for later.

Henry continued his descent, his unshaved scruff eliciting a shiver as it drug along her sensitive skin, finally coming to a rest at her lacy panties, humming to himself in appreciation. He definitely was a man that enjoyed seeing his lady in lace. His fingers skimmed along the top of her panties, Faye gasping and fighting to stay still as he pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to her still clothed mound.

"What are you doing?" Faye gasped, sitting up on her elbows as he slid her panties to the side, her chest heaving in anticipation as she met his gaze.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, raising a brow, his fingers gently tracing where her leg met her body.

"I... you don't... have to do... that."

"I want to." Henry explained, leaning in and licking a stripe up between her nether lips, a strangled gasp catching in her chest. He shifted between her legs, hooking her knees over his broad shoulders for better access, pressing an absent minded to kiss to the water colored artwork decorating her thigh. He would have to take a closer look at that later but for now, he was a man on a mission.

He delved back in, his tongue eagerly exploring her glistening petals, chuckling to himself when her hips bucked up into his waiting mouth.

"Oh, you are definitely going to be sitting on my face later." Henry hummed to himself, laying a thick forearm over her hips to keep her still. "But for now, let me do the work."

His lips sealed around her sensitive bud, sucking gently as his tongue worked over it, her hips jerking with every flick of his tongue. Her fingers tangled themselves in his untamed curls, her nails scratching at his scalp as she tried to pull him closer. More. She needed more.

He worked over her sensitive clit, moaning softly at the way she would tug on his hair, her legs clamping on his head when she moaned out his name, her hips spasming even under his restraining arm as she came hard on his waiting tongue. It would appear his lady was easy to please.

"Taste so good, Faye." Henry whispered, planting one final kiss to her soaked folds before carefully pulling back.

"That was amazing." Faye panted, releasing his hair with shaking hands to push her own sweat dampened strands from her face.

"Your pussy tastes so good." Henry praised, slowly crawling up her body, licking his lips lewdly as he stared down at her with lust blown eyes.

"Really?" Faye mumbled, her brows knitting together. "Every boyfriend I've had acted like that was a chore. That's why I said you didn't have to."

"They don't know what they're missing." Henry snorted, pressing his still clothed erection against her swollen, sensitive folds, his shoulders slumping when a faint crying met his ears.

"Shit, the baby." Faye groaned, her face falling.

"Go on, make sure she's ok." Henry relented, reluctantly removing himself from her.

"What about you?" Faye asked, already pulling the borrowed shirt back on.

"I'll be out once I calm down a bit."

"I'm so sorry." Faye sighed, squeaking in surprise when he playfully swatted at her backside when she slid out of bed.

"Go check on the baby, I'll be out in a bit." Henry dismissed, unashamedly staring at her ass as she headed to the door.

"Enjoying the view?"

"More than you know."

"One of these days, we are going to seal the deal, Mr. Cavill." Faye assured, giving him a pointed look as she slipped out the door.

"I look forward to it." Henry sighed to himself. Hopefully that day was going to come soon. The wait was killing him.

@Xxxkatxo @Weallhaveadestiny

[sincerelyella]

It’s Your Love - happy birthday Burnsy!

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Drake x OC (Alyssa); Liam x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: It’s Your Love by Tim McGraw & Faith Hill

Characters belong to Pixelberry; OC Alyssa Devereaux belongs to my sister @burnsoslow​; Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Summary: The gang coordinates a surprise for Alyssa’s birthday.

A/N: It’s my Burnsy’s birthday and I’m sure everything I’m going to say she already knows! Firstly, I’m so sorry I changed my mind about which AU and which song for this fic like 47545024 million trillion times. Burns just freaking gets me mmkay? She’s my nakie twin, my soul sister, my football bestie and my biggest cheerleader. GUYS! Idk how I could have gotten through this year without her checking in on me, our football conversations or her amazing (and haaawwwwt) fics. Some dialogue in this fic, btw, was taken from a conversation we really had (and as usual, she is hilarious).

Burns, you know that I love you a BUTT TON and I will fight ANYBODY for you (where’s my vaseline?!) Thank you for always being in my corner, for giving me SEVERAL pep talks this year (because I’m dramatic), for believing in me when I sometimes didn’t believe in myself, and for loving me SO HARD. I really hope you have an amazing day and you enjoy your bday dessert and that you like this little fic.

-> please note, this is a rereblog and I am adding this fic to my ML. Today is not actually our sweet Burnsy’s birthday even though we would all like it to be lol

A/N2: This is set in The Loft AU by the way! Check it out here if you haven’t seen these guys’ shenanigans.

Warnings: Adult language, sexual innuendos, and major fluff guys!! The birthday girl wanted to be swooned and I will do my damndest to give her whatever she wants today.

Thank you so much @alyssalauren​ for letting me vent and letting me harass you with my whining … and listening to me change my mind about this for WEEKS - and also prereading for me along with @ofpixelsandscribbles​. I love you guys so much!

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Alyssa was not feeling well. The more she coughed, the more she felt like death. “Oh, God, I feel like my brain is going to explode into itty bitty pieces,” she moaned with her arm draped over her face.

Drake bit his lip in an effort to stop a chuckle. She’s so fucking cute, and whiny. But cute. “Baby, it’s just a cold, you’ll be fine.” He slid onto their large king-sized bed and began to rub her lower back.

“It’s not! It’s the plague! Those kids at school don’t cover their mouths and sneeze up into the air! Like, I can see particles of their spit, just wafting,” she complained as she waved her hand in the air, mimicking the particles. “I bet you it landed on me or I inhaled that shit and now, look at me!” Her cute nose was reddened slightly from blowing out copious amounts of snot. She was seriously thinking about shoving some tissue in each nostril just to make sure nothing dripped.

Drake moved his hands upward and massaged her shoulders gently. “I can make you some soup,” he nibbled on her earlobe. “And make you feel … relaxed.”

“Mmmm,” she shivered at his words and sniffled. “Yes, baby, make me feel relaxed!”

A little while later

After Drake’s impressive two hour session of making Alyssa feel better, loud knocks sounded at their bedroom door.

“Lyssa!” Ella bellowed. “Lyss, you’re not answering my phone calls! Are you dead?!”

“No,” she croaked from the bed and stifled a laugh when Drake tripped trying to put on his boxers. “I was just getting my back blown out by my hot boyfriend.”

“Ew, TMI! Okay, are you covered up? I’m coming in!”

“No!” Drake yelled as he hurriedly threw on his pants. “Do not come in here, Brooks! I’m fucking naked!”

“Like I haven’t seen a naked man before,” Ella pushed open the door and rolled her eyes at Drake. “You aren’t even naked, Walker, get a grip.”

“No damn privacy around here,” he grumbled as he looked for a shirt in the closet.

“Hi!” Alyssa called out hoarsely from the bed as she tucked her comforter around her naked body. “I didn’t go to work today, I felt like death was coming for me.”

“I could hear you coughing from the kitchen. So, your blood pressure and that gnarly cough you have are what’s concerning me.”

“Yeah,” Lyss frowned and sniffed. “The cough is rough.”

“And gunky huh? Are you spitting up weird colored stuff?”

“No, it's clear and phlegmy!”

Ella narrowed her eyes on her best friend. “Lyss, did you take your blood pressure today?”

“I … umm no, I don’t like the machine.”

Ella let out a sigh. “You have to babe!”

Lyss’s bottom lip quivered. “I get scared my arm will explode.”

“Lyssa.”

The lip quiver always works with Drake. “… yes?”

“Your arm won’t explode.”

“If it malfunctions it could!”

Ella rubbed her hands over her face. “Alyssa!”

“In one of the Halloween movies, Michael Myers killed someone in the hospital by putting a BP cuff around their neck and pumping it until their head exploded!”

“What the fuck? Okay, no more Halloween movies for you!”

“But-”

“It’s not going to explode, Alyssa. You need to take your blood pressure. Do I have to hogtie you?”

“No ma’am, I’m taller than you!”

“By ½ an inch!”

Ella switched tactics. “If you don’t do this, I’m going to get Drake on you.”

Lyss giggled. “That’s hardly a punishment.”

Ella’s eye twitched and Alyssa held back a laugh.

After another 10 minutes, Alyssa finally agreed to only check her blood pressure if Ella did it for her and Drake had to hold her hand. Once the numbers were acceptable to Ella, Alyssa added to her terms. “Also, I want chicken noodle soup and those little soup crackers” - she sniffled - “and coffee.”

“Why not tea? That’s better I think,” Ella brushed some hair off of her best friend’s forehead.

“Coffee.”

“Cream isn’t a good idea for-”

Drake gave Ella a look.

“I mean … sure!”

“I’ll get started on that, baby,” Drake leaned over to kiss his girlfriend on top of her head. “Be right back.”

Ella waited until he closed the bedroom door behind him. “Lyssa.”

“Hmm?” She was already settled into the fluffy pillow and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Do you have a fever?” Not waiting for an answer, Ella leaned forward and felt Alyssa’s forehead with the back of her hand.

“Nu-uh,” Lyss mumbled and coughed.

“Lyss?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you want to put on some clothes?”

“Mmm, nope, I’m good naked.”

Ella chuckled. “Okay.”

She stood and left Lyss alone to rest. Ella wandered into the kitchen to find Liam and Drake as they stared into a large pot of broth.

“Is she asleep?” Drake asked while he stirred.

“Yep, she’s passed out,” Ella peered into the pot. “You need to add more onions.”

Drake tasted the broth again and shrugged. “Okay, more onions it is.”

Liam handed Drake the bowl of green onions. “So, what do you have planned for her birthday? Are you proposing yet?”

“I had planned to take her to the park and have a picnic,” Drake paused as he tasted the broth again from the ladle. “But seeing as how she’s not wanting to leave the bedroom, I might have to rethink my plan.”

“Hmmm,” Liam tapped his fingers over his mouth. “Why don’t you just have a picnic in the bedroom with her?”

“I guess,” Drake frowned. “That’s not very romantic.”

“You’re trying to be romantic, Walker?” Leo said as he walked into the kitchen with Maxwell with several bags from Nordstrom.

“Yeah, I am, if you must know.”

“I can help you out!” Leo’s wide grin made Drake narrow his eyes.

“What’s in it for you, Rys?”

“Oh, I just love helping my friends! Let me put all my stuff down in the bedroom, I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Leo was out of earshot, Drake hissed. “I don’t trust him!”

“I know,” Max replied. “It’s Leo we’re talking about. After he saw the movie Titanic he started the Billy Zane fan club.”

Ella stopped washing the dishes in the sink and turned. “Wait, what?!”

“Yeah,” Liam added. “Look it up, they’re called the Zaniacs.”

“Why does that make me angrier than anything he’s ever done?!”

Liam shrugged. “He also roots for Billy Zabka’s character in The Karate Kid.”

“Alright, guys! It’s romance time!” Leo announced as he came back to the kitchen.

Three days later

Leo, Maxwell, and Liam were busy setting up things for Drake and Alyssa’s outing at the beach.

“Why is Ella not helping us?” Maxwell huffed as he and Leo carried large boxes of twinkling lights.

“She’s here for Lyss, and to make sure Walker doesn’t sweat too much and get dehydrated,” Leo laughed as all three looked at Drake in the kitchen pacing back and forth.

“Fuck you guys,” his chocolate brown hair a mess after running his fingers through them more times than he can count. “I’m just … nervous.”

“Yeah, we can see that,“ Leo cackled as they walked out into the hallway and waited for the elevator.

“It’s going to work,” Liam reassured his best friend as he grabbed the guitar by the door and followed Max and Leo out.

“Drake, it’s going to be fine,” Ella put her hands on his shoulders to stop him from wandering around the kitchen; it was making her dizzy. “Liam is the King of Romance. Don’t listen to Leo, Alyssa is going to say yes.”

“How do you know that?” He began to babble and couldn’t stop himself. “What if this is too soon? What if she hates my singing? What if she says no?”

“You should be worried about whether she’ll get out of bed,” Ella looked towards the bedroom door.

“Oh my God, is she still in bed?!” He inhaled too quickly and began to cough.

“Okay, Walker, I was kidding. You know she adores you. She said ‘I love you’ first for crying out loud,” she gave him a concerned look. “Are you getting sick?”

“No, I don’t … get sick,” he sputtered as he continued to cough.

“Well you are pretty delicate, maybe you should slow down.”

He waved off her comment as his coughs began to dissipate. “I’m not delicate, I’m just” - he lowered his voice to a whisper yell - “proposing to my girlfriend and I don’t even know if she’s going to like this damn plan!”

Ella rolled her eyes. “Okay, so let’s just forget that you got sick watching Frozen.”

Drake glared. “No. I did not.”

“You also got a nosebleed watching Up,” she smirked.

“Oh my God, will you ever let that go?!”

Ella let out a chuckle. “Okay, fine then, why don’t you go and take a shower?”

“I already did,” Drake looked down at his sweat-stained shirt.

“Yeah, why don’t you go and take another one.”

He nodded. “Be right back.”

30 minutes later

“El! I need help!”

“Lyssa? What’s wrong?” Ella let herself into the bedroom Alyssa and Drake shared.

“My sinuses hurt and I dropped my dress and my book on the floor.”

“Okay?”

“Can you pick it up for me? It hurts to bend over.”

Ella hid a smile and bent to pick up Alyssa’s black dress and her book titled Remember Two Things. “I’ve been meaning to read this, how is it so far?”

“Oh it is so good,” Lyss put the book on her nightstand and pulled the dress over her head. “I’m at chapter 18 and these two have been in love since college-”

“No spoilers! I’m going to read it after you,” Ella found Lyss’ shoes under the bed and helped her put them on. “You take that medication I gave you?”

“The pill was too big.”

“Alyssa!”

“I’m kidding, yes, I took it,” she dimpled. “It was a gel capsule.”

Ella let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good. You don’t need your sinuses to act up while you’re out.”

“Where is he taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Alyssa pouted. “No, I don’t.”

Drake appeared in the doorway with a brand new shirt that was miraculously dry. “Ready baby?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she stood and wrapped her arms around her best friend. “Thank you for helping me!”

Ella shooed the couple out the door and quickly called Liam to let them know they were on their way.

***

“Baby, why did you take another shower?” Alyssa eyed Drake’s damp hair.

“I … slipped in something Max spilled on the floor in the kitchen.” Fuck, I suck at lying.

“Oh,” Lyss chewed on her bottom lip and studied Drake’s side profile as he drove his truck through the streets of Los Angeles. “I was thinking … you’ve taken such good care of me while I’ve been whiny and sick and I wanted to thank you.”

“Of course, I care about you.”

“I love you, baby, I feel like we’re so good together.”

“We are, Lyss, I love you too,” he reached over and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Drake slowly pulled the truck into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “Come on, I have something I want to show you.”

Alyssa nodded. She hopped out of the car and took Drake’s outstretched hand as he led her into a walkway with arching shrubs above them. “What is this place?”

“It used to be a secret spot I went to when I was single,” he glanced down at her while she stared up at the greenery in awe. “I would just come down here to be alone.”

Suddenly, the archway lit up in thousands of little twinkling lights that illuminated their way down to the end of the walkway. “Oh my God,” Alyssa squealed. “I love this so much, it’s beautiful!” They came to the end of the lights and began to walk onto sand.

“Only a little bit further,” Drake mumbled as he took in the ocean, then focused his gaze on the large purple blanket that was sprawled out on the sand a few yards in front of them.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a little picnic the guys set up for us,” he gave Alyssa a nervous smile. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes! What’s for dinner?”

“Taco pizza and for dessert,” Drake excitedly climbed onto the blanket after removing his shoes. “S’mores brownie pie.”

“S’mores?!” Alyssa peeked into the large basket that held the pie. “Can we eat dessert first?”

Drake let out a loud laugh. “Whatever you want, baby it’s your birthday.”

Lyss opened the box where the taco pizza sat and she inhaled deeply. “Oh, no, we’re eating this first.” She grabbed a plate and separated two pieces, one for her, one for Drake.

“Thank you.”

They settled into a comfortable silence as they watched the waves cascade over the sand; the sun was slowly fading, disappearing behind the ocean, leaving its yellow-orange coloring over the blue hue of the water. Alyssa was sitting in between Drake’s legs, her back against his chest.

“This hit the spot,” she patted her stomach. “Taco pizza just like in Remember Two Things.”

“That’s where I got the idea from,” he kissed her on top of her head. “You told me how taco pizza sounded amazing and I had to get that for you.”

“You are amazing,” she leaned her head back and touched her lips to his. “Is that a guitar? Why didn’t I notice that before?”

Drake’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Uh, yeah, I had Liam bring his guitar out here.”

“Do you” - she pulled away from him and turned all the way around with widened eyes - “do you play guitar, baby?”

He nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I … Well, sort of. Liam taught me when we were teenagers.”

“That is so hot,” Lyss mumbled and she bit her bottom lip. “Will you play for me?”

Drake nodded. “Hopefully I’m not too rusty, it’s been years.”

“I know I will love it.”

Drake picked up the acoustic guitar behind him and began to tune it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he went through each string and turned the knobs in turn. Alyssa watched as he dug into his jean pocket and pulled out a guitar pick. How is a man with a guitar so sexy?

“Here goes nothing.”

He strummed the guitar and smiled when it didn’t sound off-key. He took in a deep breath and began to sing.

Dancing in the dark, Middle of the night

Taking your heart, And holding it tight

Emotional touch, Touching my skin

And askin' you to do, What you've been doing

All over again

Alyssa was taken aback. She had no idea he played guitar or sang a note until today. Drake Walker singing country music just did something to her; not to mention the fact that she loved this song.

Oh, it's a beautiful thing, Don't think I can keep it all in

I just gotta let you know, What it is that won't let me go

She couldn’t stop herself, she started to sing along with him. It was a duet anyway.

It's your love, It just does something to me

It sends a shock right through me, I can't get enough

And if you wonder, About the spell I'm under

Oh it's your love

Their eyes were locked as they sang together. Alyssa harmonizing with him made his stomach do flip flops. He was a nervous wreck just thinking about singing and playing this damn guitar in front of her. But once she started to sing, he wanted to stop so he could hear her angelic voice instead of his rough one.

“Drake?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I stopped.”

“That was so beautiful,” Lyss’ eyes were full of unshed tears. “I had no idea you could sing, baby.”

“I’m sorry I stopped, I wanted to hear your voice instead of mine.”

“Come on, let’s keep going!”

“I … I wanted to ask you something first.”

“Okay, what’s up?”

He set the guitar down on the blanket next to him and reached into his other pocket. “Lyssa,” he pulled out a black velvet box but didn’t open his hand just yet. “I wanted to make your birthday special, and I was so fucking nervous because I didn’t know if you’d like all this.”

“Anything we do together I love, baby,” she grasped his free hand with both of hers. “Don’t ever think I won’t like something you plan for us.”

Drake nodded. “I love you and I chose that song because it’s your love that keeps me wanting to wake up every morning,” he opened his left hand and she saw the box in his hand.

“Is that …”

“Alyssa Devereaux,” Drake opened the ring box and there sat three round diamonds on a gold setting. “Will you marry me?”

The tears were falling and one hand was clamped over her mouth in shock. She was crying so hard and overwhelmed with so much emotion that she struggled to speak. “Y-yes, Drake, yes!”

Drake’s entire face lit up at her words; he slid the ring on her finger and leaned over to kiss her. “Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?”

Cheers erupted from behind some bushes behind them, and the couple turned in surprise. Leo, Maxwell, Liam, and Ella jumped out, all with their phone cameras pointed in Drake and Lyss’s direction.

Drake scowled. “What the fuck?”

“Guys!” Alyssa jumped up and waved her left hand in the air. “We’re engaged!” Ella pulled her in for a big hug and the two of them began jumping up and down.

“Nice going, Walker,” Leo smirked as he shoved the last piece of taco pizza in his mouth. “You still sing real pretty too, just like in middle school.”

“Fuck off, Rys,” Drake snarled.

“You did good, brother,” Liam stepped forward and pulled his best friend in for a manly hug.

Drake gave him a half-smile. “Thanks for setting this up, and for all your help, Li. I know Twiddle-Dumb and Twiddle-Dee didn’t help much.”

Liam shrugged. “They picked up your pizza and pie. Got one for themselves while we were waiting for you to pop the question.”

“Taco pizza is the bomb,” Maxwell announced with a mouth full of food. “You guys are engaged! When’s the wedding?!”

“We’re still on cloud nine from being engaged, Max,” Alyssa chuckled. “We’ll all plan it out when we’re ready.”

“All of them?” Drake asked incredulously as the gang began to clean up the picnic area. “All of them are helping us plan?”

“You’re stuck with us forever, gorgeous,” Leo called out to Lyss. “You sure that’s what you want?”

Alyssa looked over at her fiancé, who just so happened to look at her. “I am so sure.”

[yanderepuck]

Guys in the thermae

I fully believe that Isaac will only bathe alone and at night

Arthur and Dazai have taken his clothes and towel before and Isaac stayed in there until Napoleon brought him a towel

Isaac doesn’t like the idea of sharing the thermae with someone else.  He’s nakie, he wants to be alone.

They’re never five feet apart.  They all a lil gay

Except Mozart.

But Dazai doesn’t know what personal space is

Leonardo and Theo seem like two dudes that would just chill and have a drink together

Vinc and Theo always bath together which is cute and really weird at the same time

Vinc and Theo lowkey give me Hitachiin vibes from OHSHC. Only, not as incesty, just with how close they are.

Comte likes to have company in the thermae, which normally ends up being Leonardo or Sebas

Dazai is always in there.  He finds its really relaxing and spends a little bit of each day in there

Because Leonardo just sleeps whenever, time is irrelevant, and he’ll be there there just chilling in the middle of the after noon

“Its 3pm, why are you going to bathe now?” “What do you mean.  I just woke up”

Napoleon and Jean will go after sparing.  Especially if they end up going a little too far and they’re cut up in different places

Imagine Arthur bringing back a woman and he takes her to the thermae 

That’s another reason why Comte said no to women

Arthur ruined it for everyone by bringing too many women back

Sebas and Dazai end up being in there together a lot.  Sebas will go in after a long day to relax, which is probs how he isn’t so sore the next day.

Many bro moments.  Some Bromance.

Sebas sorta knows when its likely someone will be in the thermae.  He just can’t guess Leonardo.

That man doesn’t believe in time

The most that have been in there at once was six.

Leonardo, Theo, Arthur, Napoleon, and Dazai decided to just chill and drink together in the thermae.

It was late at night and Mozart came in at his usual time and was like “wtf are you all doing here??” he just sighed and joined.  

When he was offered a drink he was like “I’m gonna need something to forget this night”

And we all know how he gets when he has some alcohol.

They didn;t let Comte in on it because they thought Mama Comte would disapprove to all of them drinking together.  It’s lowkey a party

Let be honest.  Six guys getting wasted in a giant hot tub sounds like it won’t end well.

Masterlist

[transsexualhamlet]

the many sins of tokyo ghoul :re

or: 13 reasons why :re is fucking terrible not clickbait

Disclaimer: I think no matter how long this post gets I’m missing something, so let’s just outline the worst ones. And I mean to be transparent, the only reason I actually read :re was so I could make this post... (and bc i wanted to see the what, five panels of hide) Well, I couldn’t stand hating it without evidence beyond hearsay and General Vibes. But I knew it was gonna be bad, I knew it was going to ruin me jesus christ. Obviously I’m not hating on people that like it, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with genuinely enjoying it (I do genuinely enjoy parts of it, and by parts i mean chapters 1-50 with exceptions and 75) I think it’s wonderful if you can derive joy from it (lmao) but I can say that through my lens in life, there’s so much fucking wrong with this goddamn fucking piece of shit manga and I feel the need to yell about it because i am ✨autism✨ so let’s get going (this is r e a l l y long just a warning)

tl;dr Ishida stay in your fucking lane

1. Transphobia and Homophobia:

alright here we are first off with the big one and if I had to choose, one of Ishida’s greatest sins here. It’s quite unusual in mangas like these to have any sort of representation for such things in and of itself, and yeah of course that annoys me, but having no represntation at all is like so much better than getting actively harmful representation. Most manga that aren’t specifically about those things shy away from those topics, and it’s tiring but it’s normal. You wouldn’t want a mangaka to try to write about something like that without experience or informed opinions. So I say if you can’t write something correct, just don’t write something like that in at all. Ishida clearly,,, does not get this.

And it’s not just the case of Mutsuki, who, well, gets it bad enough, there are three full fucking trans characters Ishida made like, just to shit on. 

Big Madame- god, made like that specifically to perpetuate the predatory trans woman trope jesus christ is Ishida friends with JK fuckface Rowling. Ah yes the ugly, human trafficking, predatory, pedophilic killer that tried to make their male child more feminine? Has a dick. Really? Could you be a single bit more transparent about your fucking agenda here? I really don’t have to say much here.

Kanae von Fuckwald- Technically Ishida says here that basically this bitch was just like??? Pretending to be a guy for years just to what?? I don’t even know?? Get together with Tsukiyama? Cause he’s fucking gay or something? I don’t even get it but like i read this post yesterday and that’s a whole ass thermian argument. It’s like “oh well this is fine because well this person’s not actually trans and therefore the representation thing doesn’t apply”... it’s useless. You created the character that way and you made it intentionally to for whatever way promote this idea that people would “pretend” to be a different gender and that eventually they’ll realize that it’s a “lie” and they never really wanted it. This is what you’re saying about the real people who are,,, actually trans? Jesus christ. Also thinking that a twink like that would be trans? God yeah trans guys can be feminine but buddy that’s clearly not what you’re going for here.

And of course, Mutsuki- There’s just... so much wrong here. I mean like. Before we even get into anything about his character and what they did to him let me just discuss his entire design. Buddy like if you had to choose one person in that show to be trans that’s the least likely one. Ah yes, the feminine one. With the androgynous haircut and the shy disposition and the physical weakness compared to the others. God that’s like, a fujoshi’s take on ao3 of what character should be trans. As much as yeah of course, trans guys can be feminine, they are in no way obligated to be such and you shouldn’t make them more so to be more “believably” so. Ask any actual trans person ever. A character like that is just perpetuating the notion of trans guys being inherently more feminine or trying to pretend to be otherwise.ThEn, of course, there’s the ridiculous sexualization, infantilization and fetishization of this character, going through a thousand plot hurdles to make him constantly stripped, put in girls clothing, chased by perverts, assaulted, ET FUCKING CETERA. Give him a fUCKING BREAK. Creating this character the way he’s portrayed in canon (including so called backstory of murdering parents because of sexual and physical abuse) is perpetuating a notion that someone would be a trans guy because of internalized misogyny and/or trauma instead of because they’re just... a guy. It’s just it’s just it’s just Really bad. Plus taking his character, demonizing him and making him like, supposedly love haise (which i Really hate for a thousand reasons, god that’s like, a parent and child type relationship they have there not romantic,,, god,,,) try to like fucking murder touka and stop seeing sense, and then just... return him to being infantalized. God. Jesus christ fucking goddamn it I love Mutsuki and he deserves better.

Oh yeah and then the homophobia, this one’s smaller because... most of the trans people are here to go “it’s gay... wait it’s not Really gay so it’s ok” but I would like to leave a small note here for all the gay characters who got thrown under the bus not just in re but in the original, like, you know, Nico and shit? I really do not know shit about Nico but all the things about Jason? God if I had a thing for one person that you shouldn’t try to portray as representation it’s Jason. IDK what’s up with him and Naki but god it wasn’t healthy. (i’d like to say here that i love naki and i think naki deserves the world but honey there are better heroes than yamori) Anyway yeah I think that’s also bullshit and Ishida should stay in his fucking lane. (or her i guess, i just feel like it’s probably a guy bc of just... so much sexism)

Ok, now that we have the big one out of the way-

2. The mishandling of portrayals of various mental illnesses:

I’m not an expert on this one like I can say about the gays TM but just like in general, the whole manga’s very messy and portrays a lot of gritty stuff, and Ishida clearly attempts to throw in some mental illness for fun, but god fUcking damn it they’re bad. I couldn’t really even give you examples bc it’s pretty widespread and i’m stupid, but it was really like trump throwing paper towels “and you get a demonization, and you get an infantalization, and you get a butchered character, and you get a fetishization-”

3. Ishida having no fucking clue how science works

This particular factoid led me to have a very hard time reading this manga because it went from being about like, yknow, torture and fights and crying and stuff to weird experimentation bullshit and mutated whatever and everyone’s a hybrid now I guess. When I heard this thing about the quinxes, I thought that made no sense, because I was like “yeah but wait,,, how tf does that work didn’t Ishida say earlier that kagune literally were fueled by human meat isn’t that like the entire point the ccg is against?” and then Ishida’s explanation of how they’re not just exactly like Kaneki is that “oh yeah well there’s like, metal around it, so it’s different.” OH YEAH OK THAT MAKES PERFECT SENSE NOW, THANKS.

The thing is... there’s no way of actually regulating that. You couldn’t move a kagune unless it was attached to your cells, and if it’s attached man, it’s attached and it’s part of you. Also yelling “frame two” won’t like make it any bigger lmao, either you’re gonna have it based on theoretical science in this universe or you’re going to have a dumb supernatural magic pokemon fight deal. The whole thing makes no sense. The science issue isn’t just about this either, it’s also about how the entire thing basically undermines the point of the whole story. When you blur the lines between human and ghoul with little to no real rules or basis in real science, every rule kind of just becomes cheap plot convenience.

So the Quinxes can eat human food unless they use their kagune too much, alright, but Kaneki couldn’t eat human food before he’d even ever used his though the only difference between their bodies was this,,, theoretical metal thing?? And Haise... was never really covered, before he went black hair emo bastard and like vored Eto, did he eat human food like the rest of the CCG? He certainly cooked it. And the squad that lived with him wasn’t aware he was a ghoul until he pulled out the kagune. So I’d assume so, but then how could he have a kagune, how could he survive when his body still was like that?

Is it the RC suppressents? Then couldn’t he just have taken those and lived as a human the entire time? Is that all he fucking needed, is that the only difference between human and ghoul? It doesn’t make sense and the rules are bent so much they don’t function anymore. Ishida like write down your rules somewhere even if they’re bullshit, they shouldn’t contradict each other.

Damn man I’m not even going to go into the dumbass rules of the half humans or the special fast aging thing or the fucking,,, folded up cells deal,,, or the Imagination Kagune, or the fucking,,, Dragon, or the zombie ghoul apocalypse or the “whole new species made of just kagune” i don’t even have the time it is fucking ridiculous and I can’t even with it. Physics. Laws of physics. If not biology, at least follow physics Ishida??? Please???? And if you’re not you need to do that consistently??

4. character glow ups actually being character glow downs 

(with the exception of nishiki, he baby now, and akira, i think her development was valid af)

God, this one gets me every time. Touka was cool. Touka was fucking badass, she had a complex character with many motivations and wants, and in the original having her eventually kind of soften bc of Kaneki is valid. But taking her and turning her into like literally nothing but Pretty Housewife Yearning For Husband At War? God, kill me. She’s a strong person. She can like Kaneki without the guy being her only character trait. Also uh, Touka and Kaneki being a couple was valid before this change, now I honestly can’t stomach it. Like they were the kind of “both bisexual” m/f couple that we stan. No longer I guess.

She’s the most egregious example, but I’d also like to point out Juuzou, not everything they changed about him is bad, honestly we fucking stan his knife legs, but he’s kind of like a rip off L now? You got rid of his ~unhinged~, we do not stan. I’m on the fence about him bc i think that kind of is a valid transition to adulthood and I guess he’s grown up, but again, why change his fucking hair color? What is the explanation for this?

Also Hinami. I mean, I don’t really care about her a lot in general, but it’s weird to see her as like an adult when Ayato emo boy looks like exactly the fucking same and they’re like,,, supposedly the same age. 

There are definitely more I’m missing here. Honestly, Hide was valid. God him with his fucking burlap sack. With a fucking lenny face on it. I can’t with him. That’s so Hide. But there were some bad ones.

5. one hair color change was my limit, enough said

black white black and white black white more white god bitch get some variety

6. Showing me great new characters and then promptly ruining them

And you can tell this one’s about quinx squad, my favorite bastard children. God, I love them. They’re the only good things about Re other than Hide and Haise and like everything else, Ishida took them and went “what if i *guts*” god why. I love these kids with all my heart. Why. Why. Why did you do that to Mutsuki. Why as soon as Haise isn’t in the room they all get themselves tangled up with pedos. Why they gotta break up the squad. Why make all of them lose all the wholesomeness and lessons they learned from Haise. Why do you ruin them all with weird unreciprocated random crushes on each other when they’re like basically siblings. Why fuckinG KILL SHIRAZU HE IS THE APPOINTED CHIEF DUMBASS OF THE SQUAD WHY HIM. WHY. WITH SO LITTLE IMPACT. YOU COULD FUCKING MISS IT SO EASILY. THAT’S NOT RIGHT. AND KANEKI JUST FUCKING ABANDONS THEM BC HE HAS HIS MEMORIES AGAIN N O ? NO ACTUALLY NO.

7. the casual racism and sexism :)

i just :) can you stop having girls constantly bring themselves down for being female :) and making them be oversexualized, less full characters :) always in some way connected to a guy :) more weak and hurt more often :) my fucking god :) also yeah it’s way less prevalent but there were a few racist caricatures thrown in there for taste if you don’t know how to draw lips just don’t

8. Ishida being too much of a pissbaby for a real death scene

Basically: undermining the impact of “deaths” fom the first series while also randomly and badly killing off new characters. Oh that character that died in the original in a really cinematic way that made you cry and think about the meaning of life and how beautifully tragic this story was? Oh lol they’re not Actually dead. (x10) Doing that with Hide (at least in the manga, not the anime, god root A really did it with him but we’re not talking about that) was valid, seeing as I love him your honor and in the manga one of the lessons that his character hinges on was like in chapter 75 to live on instead of giving up even if it hurts and all that... (this is obviously kind of the opposite from root A where his character was like more about sacrificing for kaneki since kaneki had already done so much, i think both are valid but we’re Talking About The Manga) he was done well. That was right (even though i think they should have done More of it) but there were so many characters this kind of thing was done to without the proper adjustment in the handling of the messages given here. 

Like with Koma and Irimi, who,,, honestly should have stayed dead because their entire character arc kinda ended there and showed how they were sorry for their actions and this was how they were making it up. And then they just like... come back. And fight more. Really? This wasn’t the only instance either, same deal with Shinohara (though him coming back made me cry) it like, kind of undermines it if you’re going to have Juuzou derive his character development from that. Either Juuzou gets to keep his unhinged and his dad, or he loses his dad for real and he also grows up. God guys choose. What’s the message you’re playing here. (at least they kept Yoshimura dead, his death made me cry and I would have stabbed something if it wasn’t real, probably Ishida.) And even with Kaneki himself, god, if he can’t die from being stabbed straight through the fucking eye, what COULD kill him? It really diminishes the anxiety you feel about “omg is this person gonna die i want them to be ok” if they basically evade the laws of physics and their own previous character arcs 70 times. I’m definitely forgetting more of the same, Ishida can’t write a good death, he needed the anime writers to do it for him.

9. Kaneki. Just. Kaneki. 

God they fucking butchered this man. I could go on about his character is weird and confusing in the manga from the beginning, but we’re focusing on mostly all his weird :re character development, the bad handling of Haise and his memories, and all his iterations.

Before I read :re, what I could glean from fanart and the occasional fic that wasn’t tagged properly was really confusing and kind of a mixed bag. I knew Haise was Kaneki but without his memories, now in the ccg trying to be a pacifist and going :DDDDD a lot yknow. And what I came up with in my own mind for that change was a deal of (this makes more sense with the anime canon tbh, the manga honestly doesn’t do any of this well) like Kaneki after The Shit Went Down With Hide (whichever canon you’d like to interpret that as) he basically realized that he really couldn’t be a ghoul, he didn’t want to be, he didn’t want to hurt people and he wanted to be happy and make other people happy instead of what he thought was right before (trying to fight to protect others on his own etc) because that mentality had gotten people he loved hurt, and well subconsciously I guess that kind of factored into his development into Haise and maybe caused his memory loss (along with the, yknow, shanked eye.) So when I started to read it that kind of checked out, this is what he’s trying so hard to be now. But then this whole bullshit of the whole other like, 37 different versions of kaneki complicated things. 

Haise was scared that when he got his memories back he would cease to be, well, Haise, and he would just like revert back to what he was before everything. Which I can understand him being scared of and I think was a good point in the plot for him to worry about that, but I was like “oh honey don’t worry that’s not how it works” and was kind of vying for him to eventually get his memories back, come to terms with the fact that those were his memories, he did do those things, he was half a ghoul, and maybe come back to his original fight of wanting to bring the humans and ghouls together, still caring about his human people in the ccg and all. That development was real, and it wouldn’t just go away if he got his memories back, he learned a lot and grew a lot and he has a different outlook on life now. Right?

Fucking wrong I guess. Dude gets his memories back (very ambiguously, it was really hard to tell when that even happened tbh) and like. Turns into a flaming ass looking like ebony darkness dementia raven way. Haise gone. Fucking completely. No trace left. Doesn’t care about his kids anymore. When he’s done with that and goes white again he’s just Kaneki again and there’s really not enough left of things that like, really wouldn’t go away? He loses the flair? The dumbass? The :D? The Extra? WHY? Why would those things go away? Haise shouldn’t have been right that he would disappear when he got back his memories. That killed me. I love Kaneki and all but H a i s e. He is my b o y. H i m. With his e n e r g y  s h o r t s. And his m o m. And his c o o k i n g. And his k i d s, I l o v e him. And Ishida doesn’t seem to realize that they’re... literally the same person. Haise isn’t just some stupid bastard occupying Kaneki’s body, he’s a valid part of Kaneki himself and to be honest, peak Kaneki. Should have stayed that way. Would have been great for Hide tbh. Not just having him pretty much revert to his old self, but basically respond equally to both names and balance the world between human and ghoul. I would have loved that. What happened for real? It doesn’t make sense and it breaks my heart.

Some people on the interwebz try to kind of even that whole deal out by trying to say he like, has DID, which although is obviously a valid thing, like, so does not apply to him. God I’m like so not an expert on this but I feel like it’s not that hard to tell. His 87 little Kanekis in his head aren’t separate personas, they’re metaphorical representations of his past morals, experiences, and ideologies that all conflict. Again Haise here is peak conflict because when he gets his memories back, he has all these different conflicting ideas that were all previously separate. They’re all him. Tortured Kaneki constantly yelling at him in Jason’s chamber is basically again, a metaphor for how he’s denying his ghoulhood and the trauma that he’s been dealt. It’s not that this dude still exists just the way he is ready to show up at any moment lmao. Ishida kind of dealt with that badly too because Haise really said

after his memories happened so I can see why people might, but it’s... not right, and it’s Ishida’s fault about that which is Incorrect

Also just blanket statement, black reaper Kaneki? Fuck him and all he stands for. 0% valid. I can excuse literally every other version of him. But wh y. God he leaves the room and Urie starts misusing his power and getting groomed by a pedo, Saiko is just, left behind and sad, Mutsuki gets captured by a perv and mentally destroyed again, Shirazu dies and the bitch is like like “lol it’s your fault” yeah helpful, die

10. P- the- the porn chapter-

Idk about you but that was so fucking unecessary??? Not even going off of how terribly awkward and weird it was to have it there when the opening was “i’m sad about my best friend who’s gonna get executed what do you do when you’re sad about your best friend” “i simply do not think of him or i might actually just curl up and die” “yo lmao same” “wanna fuck” Like ok um I’m biased bc i’m not straight but I like, really hated that. Even just flipping through the pages as fast as I could to get to the end of it like. God. It’s not a fucking hentai. I’m here for the plot. If you’re not gonna release the director’s cut of kaneki fucking voring hide, i don’t think i need to see 20 pages of straight fucking sex. And if you absolutely must have porn, kaneki is a fucking bottom. That man gets pegged do not try to prove otherwise. You started it out that way god I love how they’re like “oh god wait that looks kind of gay, the woman being dominant, better stop that right now” god Ishida not having a single iota of knowlege about his own characters aND THEN SHE GETS PREGNANT? NO. Excuse me. No. I just. I. Why. This isn’t. A fucking porno. This isn’t tentacle porn i swear oh my god kill me

11. Giving the wrong characters attention

Basically, redeeming characters that should have been redeemed and not going into/discussing characters that should have been redeemed/had more backstory. For example, Tsukiyama can go fucking die. I like, do not even care rich boy. I don’t understand how anyone could think he needed to be redeemed he’s just a gay attention whore who really needs to let this kid get on with his merry fucking life. I don’t care. I literally did not need to read three whole books about his dumbass hangup over eating Kaneki. Kaneki doesn’t fucking want you bitch move on. He didn’t need to be redeemed or seen to be in any way sympathetic, no one wanted it. Same with that bitch ass Furuta, he wasn’t really redeemed but he was given w a y too much time to play out his sob story. God man Rize doesn’t fucking want you. These gross ass simps. I swear.

On the other hand, I kind of liked Eto even though she’s a pile of shit, and I got mad when they didn’t really go into much about her. And you know who could have gotten much more screen time/development? TOUKA. God, I love her and she was just sitting around in the background being straight. Let her have some spicy development. Also obviously, Hide. He was... so underappreciated and underexplained? What happened with him? He didn’t just pick himself off the ground in the sewers and go ‘well i’d better get back to the ccg now’ we have a whole two years which are completely unexplained, most of which he was off mysteriously being involved in things but completely missing the eye of Haise and other major players. Where tf was he? How did he get around? What was he even doing??? I wanna know about that! Not all the characters I hate’s tragic backstories that make me feel 0% more sympathetic towards them :)

12. ARE WE ALL JUST GONNA COLLECTIVELY IGNORE THE WHOLE VORE THING???

Ok like i know i say “the entire reason I read :re was __” but like to be honest this was the turning point, I saw pictures of hide’s vore face and went like

So I was like “god fucking damn it ok, Ishida would you care to explain this to me” *cracks open re*

And then they DIDN’T.

Like. It’s actually laughable how much that entire situation was just glossed over. They gave that maybe like two pages. Like what. I. This manga has more sex scene than no homoing that. They just don’t even bother to. I feel like Ishida had that as a plot point but realized halfway in how it looked (i.e., really fucking gay) and decided that was something that he was just gonna, not deal with. Just act like that’s a completely normal heterosexual bro thing to do. Like of course anywhere would be pretty gay but Kaneki chose his face. His face. Like his face and his wholeass neck and his shoulders and nowhere else. (and assumedly like, his tongue, seeing as how the dude can’t talk... bruh) Dude really said extreme hickey. French kiss to the max. Ishida clearly did realize that generally, you can only get a bitten off face by,,, having your face bitten off, which is just inherently really fucking gay. Like, I’m just at a loss as to how it even makes sense. You wouldn’t think that the skin off his face, and specifically around his mouth, would really be the most nutritious thing to consume? I can get like the shoulders but generally you’d think something like his arm or leg would be 1.less inconvenient, and 2.much more logical and nutritious? But NO, Kaneki was like “you know what i’m gonna do? eat your Face” and hide’s like “lmao sounds cool”

(not to mention, wasn’t there another guy with a vore face somewhere? like that old guy in the ccg with the bigass turtleneck, i wanna know about him) But like... my bro Ishida went “yeah this happened but i’m going to cover it up with speech bubbles and the ends of panels guys they clearly had their socks on” Dude didn’t even TRY to explain otherwise. Like hey man, that’s pretty damn gay, you are kind of at liberty to either tell me why otherwise, or accept those implications and acknowledge them?? It’s really hilarious when you ignore it cause it’s like

kind of

pretty damn

WEAK of you to leave it at that fucking pissbaby

hmmmmmmmmm however could this happen i guess we’ll never know

13. What the fuck was even the plot omg

God I’ve been writing this post for like five hours so like, I’ll keep it short but like it made sense in the original, not to be like an anime fan but the anime made fucking sense (not re i mean like the original) this lore is so fucking stupid god, the horrors of the entire fucking dragon arc bleach my eyes, unresolved plotlines who???? (the whole ‘oh yeah also ur dying of old age’ thing etc, is kaneki like??? still doing that?? or was that randomly resolved with the whole spewing ovary bullshit i’m going to fucking kill myself) and to top it off, good job Ishida at a real fucking cheap ending. 

You gave them. Fake human. Really? They just come up with artificial human at the end. Kind of undermines the entire fucking story my guy. Ah yes throw out our whole plot. That was the whole tragedy. You gotta eat human. The ghouls have to eat human and that’s tragic bc they have to kill people or whatever. Or i guess they fucking don’t well fucking ok. God you could have just had them negotiate a kind of peace where the ghouls can get dead humans and such, there are plenty of them and no one has to kill anyone then, there could be a rule system for it, it would be messy but eventually everyone would be ok with it, and I think that would work a lot better than “quick fix i made some hamburger helper human you can eat it fine” guys wtf. It’s like Ishida started plotting out the ending for re approximately 2 hours before his deadline. Anyway yes I hate re and I love yelling about it thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[youarejesting]

Femme 32

Recap: Heading home from Daegu, the boys all come to greet you. Decorating the tree together like a family, you give Namjoon the important job of adding the topper to the tree. Mistletoe, mischief and music. The night is filled with fun, vlogging for your channel. Recurring thoughts of the Boys next door being alone for Christmas. A bad dream brings you closer to Jimin. More mischief ensues in the morning, where Namjoon takes it upon himself to teach you to behave like a ‘good girl’. Yoongi provides his knowledge on discipline and even demonstrates his skill on Jimin. A date with Hoseok left you feeling content. 

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader,

Rating: Adorable

Warnings: fluff

Length: 1k words

Announcement: I am back. just a short one as I am getting back into things. :)

Stepping out of the elevator you collided into a figure in a pink hoodie, falling forward taking down two more figures in Christmas sweaters one who landed on your back. 

“Noona nice of you to drop by!” Kai grinned over your shoulder. 

“Noona you're squishing me” Beomgyu groaned flailing his arms. 

Cackling at the absurdity, the boys who were left standing began lifting each of you back into your feet. You hugged Beomgyu pulling his head against your chest wiping your tears as you laughed. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to crush you”

“Noona it’s okay?” He laughed trying to wiggle himself from your grip “Noona, It’s okay, I’m okay now, you can let go now Noona”

Making eye contact with the boys grinning as you pinned the struggling teen in your arms. “No I cannot let this be.” Pulling away you quickly put on a serious face and stifled your giggles. “What do you say to a Christmas barbecue lunch with us?”

“Rearwy” Beomgyusaid his face squished between your palms

“Noona can we come too?” Kai asked quietly holding your sweater sleeve in his hands.

“Of course you are all invited, What meat do you like? I can make hamburgers, or we could get some steak or something”

“Steak they all seemed to chime in but Soobin frowned touching the boys shoulders and you saw them all visibly deflate.

“Whatever is cheap”Soobin smiled

“Ah well I will surprise you then” You grinned watching them all straighten up and call for the elevator once more. Pulling out your phone you smiled, “I might invite Moon Inshik and Jiyoung and family for lunch as well, if they aren’t already busy”

Hoseok nodded trying to lead you away as you slipped Yeonjun a small bank note “buy something nice to keep the boys warm ok?”

“Noona we-” Hoseok stopped Yeonjun from refusing and smiled patting a second bill into his hand.

“You heard the lady, get yourselves something warm to eat, don’t spend it all in one place”

“Don’t listen to him spend it quickly and have fun” you waved as the elevator doors closed around the boys. “They are so cute”

The house was quiet, everyone had gone to bed except Jungkook who was asleep his cheek pressed against the kitchen counter. Hoseok gave you a quick kiss and a pat on the bum, telling you to get ready for bed. He lifted the young boy onto his back and staggered off down the hallway.

The silence was a little lonely, but as much as you had wanted to snuggle with one of the boys, you knew you needed some time alone to recharge your batteries. You liked the freedom of being alone sometimes, it gives you time to reflect and process your thoughts.

There was a knock on the door and you stepped into the hallway feeling refreshed. You opened the door, as Namjoon leaned on the door frame. You heard a giggle running past behind him and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “We made breakfast, and be nice I think I handed the boys salt instead of caster sugar” he rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks aflame.

“I will love them no matter what” You laughed, he leaned down and kissed you leading you out and you saw Yoongi laying face down on the couch as two twin boys jumped on his back giggling. Your mouth fell open in shock, was this a dream. 

“Mummy!” Two children came flooding towards you, they were the same age and similar looking and you were stunned. This had to be a dream, but you didn’t want to wake up.

“Hello, What are your names?”

“I am Jae and this is my little sister Jae we are twins mama!” these two looked a lot like you and their personality was like Hoseok’s but they looked a lot like you and you couldn’t see any of the boys features.

“Who is your daddy?” You asked and they turned pointing at Yoongi on the couch and then up at Namjoon across to Hoseok and Jimin. You sighed, amused, they didn’t discriminate they had seven Dad’s and you wouldn’t argue that.

“Their biological father is Taehyung and they are both five this year. Next is Kim Mirae, she is our daughter and she is three this year” Namjoon smiled 

“Huimang you have to put your clothes on, you can’t run around nakie, the girls will laugh at your gochu” Seokjin chased a child around “Hoseok your son is trying to corrupt our poor daughter’s eyes”

“Hui, let Daddy Jin put your pants on” he laughed taking one side of the couch as Seokjin blocked the other. Huimang looked like Hoseok his face was long with charming features. He ducked under the coffee table dodging his two fathers arms, as they accidentally head butted each other. Climbing up and sitting on Yoongi’s back.

“Why is there a naked child on my back?” You laughed grabbing the clothes and scooping up the child dressing him quickly, “How old are you?”

“I am fwee, mama” he cuddled you and Taehyung stepped out of the hall shirtless and Jimin laughed

“Byul got you again?” 

“I have accepted my fate that I am a toilet to him” Taehyung pouted 

“You say we want our mama” Jungkook cooed bringing you a tiny fussy bundle. You held the little angel close and started to cry, this felt perfect and you didn’t want to wake up. 

“You always look so perfect holding a baby?” Yoongi said sitting up on the couch the children climbing all over him, yet he was unphased. 

“I can’t wait for the next one, I hope it’s a girl, we have too many boys, they need a little sister” Namjoon said and you looked down noticing your swollen belly.

You were startledawake your cheeks damp and the room quiet. You quickly wrote down your dream and some of the names you remembered and you grinned opening the door to see Namjoon.

“Good morning love” he kissed you brushing your hair off your face, “We made breakfast, and be nice I think I handed the boys salt instead of caster sugar”

It seemed whether you were in a dream or not, Namjoon was still Namjoon.

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Random Writing Tidbit I Felt Like I Hadn’t Posted Writing In A While…

… And I really crave validation right now. TT^TT

Also I remembered to post on this blog! ^^ Yay!

I’m just feeling very sensitive. ^^;

But this is an idea that’s been floating in my head since the SODA mag… Sorta. It’s a little like a smooshed together preview of something I want to try and work on… But I haven’t gotten very far w/ it, and I def want to work on my other chaptered stuff first.

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Fuwa stared sourly at his face in the mirror, fumbling with the unnaturally sleek tie, trying to get it to stay in a knot for the umpteenth time. It was official, he hated silk, and he had no idea why he had agreed to go to this stupid gala, even for ‘security.’ He hated parties, rich people even more, and he really hated… ‘Dressing up.’ He’d been doing so well keeping his resolve—until Hiden had stared at him with that obnoxious, wide eyed, pleading look, and the next thing he knew, he’d been agreeing to let the kid procure a ‘suitable suit’ (he’d thought his lungs were going to burst trying to hold it together at Zero-One’s stupid puns again), and setting up a time to show up. It was also an infuriatingly nice suit—all three piece and silk and satin and designer. He didn’t like people buying things for him already (it had been a massive relief when he convinced Hiden to just rent it for him), and something this expensive… He felt stiff and unnatural in it, not like himself at all. He felt… He felt like Amatsu.

With another groan, he shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind and tried to focus on the tie again. He’d decided he might as well be as presentable as possible, so he’d taken great care to shower and brush out his hair, too—but he couldn’t get the damn tie to stay. The smooth, shiny fabric refused to cooperate; he wasn’t used to dealing with it, and it always just came undone or was all crinkled because he pulled too hard. He was both running out of time, and missing his simple, cotton ties.

“You’ve been getting ready for two hours.”

He didn’t start as much as he would have before at the sound of a voice behind him, instead merely raising his gaze to look at the reflection of the figure standing in the doorway of his bedroom, one hand on the frame. Horobi wasn’t wearing either of his kimonos, just the shirt with the buttoned up collar, the fancy belt (or maybe it was technically a sash?), the usual flowing trousers and the ornamented boots—Fuwa felt slightly envious of him, especially because the HumaGear so rarely looked so casual. With a sigh, he scowled, dragging his eyes back down to the piece of cloth he was wrestling with. “This is stupid thing is made to be unusable, I swear.” He grumbled, “I don’t understand why these are supposed to be ‘better.’”

Horobi hummed softly—and then his hand came down on Vulcan’s shoulder abruptly, having crossed the room as swiftly and silently as he often did when Fuwa wasn’t looking. Turning the human around to face him, he pulled Vulcan’s hands away from the tie, taking over the job. Fuwa bit his lip, dropping his arms to his sides and trying not to stare at the attractive frown on the HumaGear’s face as he worked, focused solely on the tie, motions quick and efficient—a stark contrast to Vulcan’s messy attempts.

In moments, Horobi had the tie perfectly done, taking a moment to straighten it before leaning back a bit to look Fuwa over. Vulcan took a deep breath, chewing his lip even more, one hand drifting up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “… Well?” The HumaGear continued surveying him for another moment, still frowning slightly—then he hooked his fingers into the loop of the tie, loosening it, before undoing the top two buttons of the shirt. “Wait, what are you-” Horobi had already let go of his collar, reaching up rake fingers through his hair, mussing up all the work he had put into trying to get it to sit right. Fuwa stumbled back, hands flying up instinctively, though there was no way he could recreate the effect again with his fingers, “Hey!”

But then he properly looked at Horobi’s face, and his heart skipped. The HumaGear was gazing at him with a soft, actually… Affectionate, expression, the very ghost of a smile flickering across his features. “Now you look more like you.”

Fuwa’s face heated up immediately, and he swallowed, looking deliberately at a spot on the wall. “… Oh.”

The next thing he knew, long fingers were curling under his chin, and Horobi turned his face forward again to plant a firm kiss on his lips, the HumaGear’s other arm slipping around his waist. Vulcan’s hands immediately floated down to Horobi’s hips, leaning forward into the kiss. Before, he’d always wondered why characters in movies kissed so much and for so long—but now that he was in the habit of kissing Horobi… It all suddenly made so much sense. He found himself thinking about the HumaGear’s lips during everyday activities, and whenever he started kissing him… He never wanted to stop.

But far too soon, it was Horobi pulling away, the fingers tucked under his chin trailing across his cheek. “… You’re going to be late.”

Fuwa shook his head slightly, wrapping his arms around Horobi’s middle, pulling him closer. “Mmm…” He stood on his tip toes, trying recapture the HumaGear’s lips, “Parties are boring…” Horobi, however, kept moving back, untangling himself from the human’s arms, resisting Vulcan’s attempts to keep him there, “Horobi-”

The HumaGear’s palm landed on his chest, pushing him back. “You promised Hiden.”

Even if the reminder hadn’t shaken him out of the pleasant fog and back to reality, the slight shake in Horobi’s voice would have. Even after months of calm, still terrified of disappointing or upsetting Zero-One in any way—to a point that it was starting to be a concerning trend. But experience also told him now wasn’t the time to be pressing that issue—at the very least, they had made it here, able to be affectionate and… Physical. Horobi was no longer panicking and trying to run from his own, more intense emotions, good or bad, scars from that incident finally healing—some of them, at least.

For now, he just sighed deeply. “… Right.” He moved his hand to cover the HumaGear’s, leaning forward again for another quick peck on the lips—that, as usual, went on for longer than he’d originally intended, until he finally dragged himself away, giving Horobi’s hand a squeeze. “I’ll come back to you, I promise.”

The HumaGear’s fingers ghosted back across his cheek, and when he leaned back in to press his forehead to Vulcan’s there was at least some mischief in his eyes, though the anxiety was still there. “Do,” He whispered softly—then his hand trailed slowly downward, running fingertips over the shirt collar, “The sooner I get you out of this silly suit, the better.” Fuwa promptly turned bright red, his heartbeat skyrocketing. Horobi merely smirked faintly, then freed his hand to gently cup Vulcan’s face in his palms; leaning in, his lips brushed lightly against the mole just below Fuwa’s left eye, prompting a soft, pleased sigh—that turned disappointed when the HumaGear pulled away completely, fingertips lingering until the very last moment. “You need to leave.”

Vulcan swallowed, nodding, briefly patting his cheeks to try and get the blush out. Yua and Naki already teased him enough, he should not be showing up to a formal event looking like he was thinking about… Taking a few deep breaths, he reluctantly stepped back and started to move around Horobi and toward the door.

The HumaGear’s hand connected with his backside without warning, prompting a yelp that was nowhere near as indignant as he would have liked. It wasn’t his fault—Horobi had somehow managed to calculate an exact level of force that didn’t hurt at all, but was strong enough that Fuwa always felt it for the rest of the day. Vulcan didn’t know if he was more embarrassed by the fact that he was now definitely going to be thinking about that slap and what usually followed—or by how much he liked it in the first place.

Biting hard at his cheek, he did his best to give Horobi a disapproving look, that was severely marred by the fact that his face had gone even redder. The HumaGear raised an eyebrow, smirking more visibly—but Fuwa had gotten good enough at reading him that he could detect a front when he saw one. Horobi didn’t let him have a chance to snap, giving him an even more suggestive look. “I may have to amend my analysis…” Another touch ghosted over his backside, and even just that sent a jolt through him, “… The pants actually aren’t that bad.” The faintest of chuckles, and a firm pat that actually made him shiver slightly. “… Though… Maybe it’s just you.”

He was certain the HumaGear was half trying to tease him into rushing out, and half genuinely flirting in the way of putting a carrot in front of a donkey—he could make it through a dreary society gala if it meant coming back to Horobi’s arms for a more… Exciting night. The HumaGear was also not excessively panicking about Hiden being angry yet, like he had a few times before, like Vulcan had been worried he might. Taking advantage of Fuwa’s more… Embarrassing reactions aside… This was major progress. So instead of arguing, he just gave another attempt at looking judgemental and marched out, resisting the urge to look back.

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I miss them so much. :(

I dunno why there are so many emoticons in this post.

[kimhargreeves]

Torn-Yamori Oomori

Summary:Reader is a ghoul a bit crazy and in love with Yamori/Jason. She'll show him how strong and worthy she is to win him back.

"Just leave them to me."

The ghoul Lantern said before disappearing into the night, claiming that she'll take care of the work for us. I click my tongue and hissed angrily "I wanted to take on Arima myself." i cross my arms as the man taller man walks beside me.

"You'll have your chance."

"You keep on saying that! I'm tired of following you around, i'm ready to take on anyone if you'll just let me." the man stopped and glared at me with his dark red eyes. "Don't make me get angry again." he simply said and walked away leaving me behind.

I'm sick of just following him around and not fighting back some of the other ghouls or normal humans, I get to eat whenever I want but with Yamori by my side he won't leave me alone. I became a ghoul two years ago when he attacked me and who knew i'd ended up becoming one cause of him.

I feared him and wanted to leave him but for some reason I couldn't. I was a collage student about to graduate when I became a ghoul and killed my family,because of him. I look ahead to see the raven haired man waiting for me to catch up to him, so I did and obeyed him like a dog does to it's owner.

I'm surprised he's kept me around for this long.

Meanwhile we waited for the night to come, I went over and stayed at the place he was staying here, I started to cook some meat for the both of us, someone from a rich french family taught me how to cook like this without making the meat taste something else.

"I swear i'll kill her if something goes wrong." I heard his say to himself, I placed the meat down for it to cook itself and I sneaked behind Yamori and placed my hand around his shoulders, "Don't get yourself worried for some stupid girl..how about I forget her and focus instead on me?" i teasingly ask the raven haired man,

He grabbed me tight pushing me down the couch,he held up my wrists tightly making sure to leave his mark there when he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. Once we were finished I buttoned my shirt back on and served him his food as promised, it wasn't long after we left his place and went over to see those two humans fighting the ghoul.

I stood back in the shadows and came out when the guy attacked Yamori, "(Y/N)" he warned but I ignored him.

"I've got this don't worry." i grin and the guy and I began to fight, he was good at it. I was about to defeat him when Arima showed up and before i knew it they fled from the scene, i laugh at them cowardly running away, "See? I told you I could handle it-" I screamed in pain when Yamori plunged his kagune into me.

"What did I tell you about disobeying me? From now on your on your own I don't need a pathetic girl like you." I hissed when he backed away and I fell back to the ground with my head hitting against the wall as I held onto my side.

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It's been over 10 years since I last saw Yamori,Arima and the other guy who's also working for the CCG. I've been on my own ever since but i'm glad the world is changing..more ghouls are living on this planet and I can only dream of the day we'll rule it.

I was washing my clothes from the blood that was splattered over it when I paused and sniffed the air, that smell it's familiar.

The door to my apartment opened and I saw six guys, two blondes,a purple haired guy,brunette one and two with masks.I had my kagune out but saw the familiar man in front of me, Yamori. He smirked and walked closer with the men behind him.

"Never thought we'd see each other again." I tell him with a smile on my face. He smirks looking down at me, "I'd say the same thing..this is Nico,Naki and Ayato. I came here to give you a spot in Aoigiri tree and to help me track someone."

I looked back see that he did change,he's taller and his hair is now blonde but i'm sure he's the same as ever. "Depends on who you are tracking down."

"Rize Kamishiro."

I smirk and can already taste her blood on my lips, "I'll help you..I always hated the bitch after all..oh but one more thing. Will I be able to kill her myself and prove someone i'm stronger than I look?" knowing the answer to that Yamori smirks and nods his head.

"Come on then there's no time to lose."

[venus-says]

Kamen Rider Zero-One Episodes 32-33

Feelings that can overcome technology.

This was another good set of Zero-One episodes, I'm legitimately surprised with how much I've been enjoying this new arc after how the last one made me question my life decisions.

Before going to each one of the episodes in detail, I feel like I need to put this out there. Is it just me or do other people also think that the plot centering the "Humagear of the week" could be scrapped from these episodes? Like, I get why they're there, we need to see Aruto doing his work so whenever this comes up at a key moment later on it won't feel like it just came out of their asses, but honestly, they didn't add much. Like, okay the mode kinda gave Naki her wake up call, but this could've come from anyone really, and the tennis coach guy was just useless, that didn't even get tangled in with the plot of the episode, you know? They didn't add much, it felt like it was some excess fabric hanging from what would otherwise be very tight-fit clothing.

In any case, episode 32 was the least interesting of the two, and what I mean by that is that the interesting stuff was more in the background and the focus was more in the model and the fashion show, which was a decent plot but I wasn't very engaged with. The high point of this episode was how much focus Naki was given and how we could see they waking up and achieving singularity in baby steps. I can't express how glad I'm that they're bringing Naki in the main show, especially now that I'm past being skeptical about the whole brain chip thing, I think there's potential for them to make something very cool with this character and I can't wait to see what they have prepared for us in the future.

But now let's talk business, let's talk about episode 33.

First and foremost, FINALLY YUA IS FREE. I gotta be honest I wish she had a mini-arc of her own to do this stuff, and I wish there was more of her in her decision to stand up against Gai, but I'm glad we're finally over this, and even with the problems it was still a very cathartic episode.

I gotta say, I wish they had established Yua's relationship with technology a bit sooner just so her actions in this episode didn't feel so... sudden? I'm not sure if that's the word I'm looking for. What I mean is that it wasn't so clear what it was that made her flip the switch, it was clear that she hit the point where she was done, but it wasn't very clear what was the last drop that made this cup overflow. Actually, it's clear that the reason why she was done was because Gai meddled with her work way too much and without her knowledge, but it wasn't clear why that was so important to her. In her turning point speech, she said she had no dreams but she had her beliefs and that she believed that there's no point in technology if it's not for the sake of the people, and while this is a very good point and a pretty decent motivation it felt like we didn't have enough background on this specific point to make it be such a big thing.

I also wish they were a bit more clear about Fuwa's dream? In the way that was constructed, it felt weird, like is his dream really to be a Rider that Yua has made on her own? It feels like an odd thing to want to achieve, but it also, somehow, makes sense because all of his three forms were created by other people with different designations of what they should do, so he's a Rider but he's technically not the Rider that he thinks he should be? I think? I don't know, I admit this was a plotline that got me confused.

Regardless, seeing Yua have her big moment delivering Gai his comeuppance was great, it was an awesome fight, and the aftermath with Yua punching him on the face and resigning from ZAIA, it was EVE-RY-THING, I also love how that happens during sunset with those beautiful poetic shots. It felt like my soul was cleansed at that moment, I repeated that scene like 3 or 4 times and I was rejoicing. After that moment nothing mattered anymore and it cemented this episode as one of my favorites of Zero-One.

Now, I have a concern about Yua joining forces with metsuboujinrai at the end, I think we could've used a few episodes of Yua on her own wandering what she wants to do now before siding up with another "organization" again. I'm afraid they're already set on making her just a sidekick that is used for other people because they freak out whenever they need to write women that aren't just tokens, but I guess this is something we can just sit down and wait for.

Anyway, what are your thoughts on these episodes? Share them with me in the comments below. Stay healthy, stay safe, never stop resisting, than you so much for reading, and until the next time. See-ya~

[kimonobeat]

aiko bon: Official “Naki Mushi” liner notes

aiko’s 2nd major label single, released on March 3, 1999. The title track was the first to be written and composed by aiko.

Naki Mushi (ナキ・ムシ; Cry Baby)

Akai Kutsu (赤い靴; Red Shoes)

Nijigoro (二時頃; Around 2:00)

Naki Mushi (instrumental version)

(Thank you parasmichael for the commission!)

☑ Naki Mushi

They told me to write a song because I’d be releasing a single. I wrote and wrote but all they said was, “Hmmm.” I was so worried about what to do… They kept saying “Hmmm” to all the songs I made. I thought they’d turned this song down too, and the way they tilted their heads and said it wasn’t the right timing for this or that song made me think they’d turned them all downーthey didn’t communicate that well to me. That was the only time I’ve ever felt like quitting since I debuted as a singer. (laughs) I was like, “If it’s gonna be this hard to sing, then I don’t really need to sing.” I thought to myself, with tears in my eyes, that I couldn’t keep on going if things were going to be so un-enjoyable. That singing’s supposed to be fun for me, so what do I do now? I’d lost sight of what I wanted to say with my music. But then they told me there’s no point in doing any of this if I wasn’t having any fun, and that they’d back me up through thick and thin. This is the song I came up with afterwards. The thought I had in my head while writing “Naki Mushi” was that I wasn’t writing a song for a single, I needed to write the kind of songs I wanted to sing. I was commuting to Tokyo at the time, and remember crying while talking to about it at the management office in Sangenjaya. “This is so much easier now. No need to worry anymore.” I felt like I could write whatever I wanted. I’m so glad they said that to me then. We all kept getting burned while shooting the music video. I kept saying, “Hot!” while lighting the candles. I was wearing my own clothes in the video, and my friends came from Osaka to be the band members. I wrote the lyrics while watching steam coming out of my humidifier. I bought a humidifier for the very first time when I moved into this place in Osaka called Higashi Mikuni. My singer friends told me I needed a humidifier, so then I got one to keep at my house. I wrote the song while watching the steam coming from the humidifier and thinking about how pretty it was. It also was based on my life up to that point. I cry a lot, so much that I’ve been trying to cry less lately. This song’s about how I cry so often that I try not to cry right off the bat.

☑ Akai Kutsu (Red Shoes)

I pretty much only wear sneakers. It’s basically all sneakers at my house. I bought red sandals just once because it was summertime, some high-soled ones. I rolled up my jeans, went barefoot, and even gave myself a cute manicure so I could wear then. And I did. But my feet hurt, and they were coldーthere wasn’t a single good thing about them, honestly. So then I wrote this song. I think everything new I try out is rooted in me hoping that the person I like will think better of me for it. It backfires on me and then collects dust… But I did it! There’s always been this one person I can't stop thinking aboutーsomeone who reminds me of things. They’re the one I was thinking of when I wrote this song. I really like the intro. I just love it. That was around the time I was sort of like, cramming lyrics into songs. (laughs) I wasn’t able to write a song unless I did that. The song changes intervals a lot and there’s so many words crammed in. I was often told I tried to cram in too much.

☑ Nijigoro

I was awake in the middle of the night and sleeping in the morning back then, especially right before I debutedーI’d go to bed in the morning, wake up in the evening, watch reruns of “GeGeGe no Kitaro” sometime around 4 AM. Then I was awake for the day. That was my life in Osaka up until I started getting pretty busy. Like this song goes, I used to make a lot of phone calls in the middle of the night. The room I moved into would get really chilly and cold, so I’d make phone calls while sitting on the floor, holding my knees to my chest. There just wasn’t anywhere to get warm there. I’d make phone calls ‘cause it was cold outsideーand there was this guy I really liked, right? I’d just talk like usual because I couldn’t bring myself to ask him anything. I was so scared that I couldn’t ask him if he liked anyone, or if he had a girlfriend. I knew he didー100%, for sureーbut I couldn’t bring myself to ask, and he never mentioned anything about it. I knew but couldn’t say it. So then I wrote this song. It makes me really happy that this song is a hidden favorite with my fans. I’m so glad everyone’s listening to it, ‘cause coupling tracks like this one sometimes don’t end up seeing the light of day!! This was the 3rd part of the saga about my new place. (laughs)

[aogiris-writing]

jealous headcanons for Naki, Uta and Tsukiyama?

i might’ve forgotten to put this in my rules but i don’t do jealousy :( however, because i love these characters, i’ll just change the situation a little so it’s something i’m more comfortable with! sorry!

NAKI

- He looked away from his partner for thirty seconds. And as soon as his gaze rested on them again, they were being hit on by some creep who had appeared out of the nearby alley, and they looked incredily uncomfortable. What does a fearsome gang executive do when confronted with a jerk? Simple! He cries.

- Of course, this doesn’t stop Naki from getting up in the other guy’s face, going so far as to bring his kagune out (assuming there was nobody else around). Who the hell does he think he is? Can’t he see that he’s making Naki’s s/o uncomfortable? A fight breaks out as his partner watches in horror; they just wanted to have a nice day out, and now their boyfriend was in a back-alley brawl with some loser. At least he’s putting that asshole in his place.

- After the fight ends, Naki practically skips out of the alley victoriously. He got to defend his s/o! He’s so proud of himself that he doesn’t even notice the bloodstain on his coat. His s/o has to give him their coat, which brings down his mood a little; but then it skyrockets right back up when Naki realises that he gets to wear his s/o’s clothing instead of the other way around!

- He tries his hardest to make sure that his s/o doesn’t notice him getting more overprotective of them, especially in the bad parts of town that they’re walking through. They do, of course, notice Naki clinging tightly to their arm and glaring at anybody he sees, but they think it’s cute and decline mentioning it.

TSUKIYAMA SHUU

- “Pardon me, darling, I thought I had ripped my suit! Apologies for leaving you... alone...” Tsukiyama returns from his short trip to the bathroom only to find his seat taken, some jackass in said seat, and his partner sending him a pleading glance over the random guy’s head.

- Tsukiyama does not stand for this. How dare some asshole make his beloved uncomfortable! And the worst is that he had seen this guy eyeing up his s/o from across the restaurant, and not even Tsukiyama’s intimidation techniques had been enough to scare him off.

- “Excuse me, but I think you’ll find that you are currently in my seat,” he says, barely restraining his rage. The guy just smirks, and leans back onto the chair. “You ain’t in it now, are ya? Then doesn’t that mean it’s mine?” Ohh boy, is he in for it now. Tsukiyama politely requests that the stranger follow him outside, leaving a wad of cash on the table for his s/o to pay for dinner. They know exactly what’s going to happen, and they grin at the thought of the creep getting his just desserts.

- After their meal is done, Tsukiyama’s s/o leaves a voicemail on his phone, telling him that they’re going home and that they want him to come back soon so they can watch a movie together. He obliges, and soon the earlier events are forgotten in a haze of laughter and shitty rom-coms.

UTA

- Uta immediately notices that his partner is being hit on by some creep at the bar. But they don’t see him, and he takes the opportunity to watch them for a bit. Uta has seen them in almost every situation, but he’s never seen how they react to unwanted flirting. Did I mention he’s an asshole?

- As soon as his partner starts crying, though, all bets are off the table. Uta stands up so quickly that he knocks his stool over, striding over next to his partner and wrapping his arm around their shoulder possessivly. He gives the stranger a look as if to say, I dare you to try something.

- The stranger stutters out some excuse, like “I didn’t know they were taken”, and Uta scoffs, leaning close to his face with a dark smile. “The problem isn’t that they’re taken, the problem is that you don’t know your fucking boundaries.” The creep runs away soon after, probably to the bathroom so he doesn’t piss himself in fear.

- His s/o rolls their eyes and hits his shoulder, claiming that they had the situation under control and that they didn’t need Uta’s help. Uta rolls his eyes right back, pointing out the fact that they were crying. They quickly wipe the remnants of the tears off their face defiantly, and pretend like they don’t notice Uta’s presence. But a gentle squeeze of his hand shows Uta that his partner really did appreciate him stepping in.

[dio-roga]

‘Turn It Around, Get a Rewrite’

Author:               @wendytesteburger Status:                On-Going Word Count:       34,374 (as of Ch. 8) Links:                  FF.Net  AO3 Rec No:               #1 (Part Two)

Fan Art and Spoiler-Talk

Now it occurs to me, looking back at this little drawing and after doing my full re-read of the story for this blog post, that I made a big ol’ fuck up− and now I feel like a right idiot. For the more discerning of you out there, you might notice the lack of clothing… even though it’s mentioned Craig puts his clothing back on before laying down with Clyde (and wakes up in it), and Clyde barely even strips at all. I swear I Mandela effected on this, I could have sworn they were both nakies. Honest mistake, or me seeing what I wanted to see. You be the judge.

So this is my take on this scene,

‘Craig knows he should have guessed Clyde would be cuddly after sex. It was almost expected. What wasn’t expected at all was for Clyde to breathe an ‘I love you’ against his throat, the confession feeling like it’s been burned into Craig’s skin.

Craig squeezes his arm, pressing a kiss to his head. He knows he should say something, but no words will come to him. He’s thankful when he hears Clyde’s soft snores a moment later, drifting off himself not long after.’

Which I absolutely adored. For some reason the image of the confession being burned into his skin really stuck with me; it actually made me as a reader pause, having not excepted it in much the same way Craig clearly hadn’t. I’d assumed, up until that point, that Clyde was simply drunk/high, more than a little horny, and maybe acting on some repressed desires out of the sudden rekindling of his and Craig’s bro-ship.

So the whole ‘I love you’ business caught me off guard, not ready for those words to show up so early in the story− let alone from the traditionally straight Clyde, who I’m more used to needing a lot more convincing.

It really got to me, and I was delighted when it had as much weight throughout the rest of the story as I hoped it would; every character told being just as surprised to hear about it as I was. Like a lot of good stories, it actually had me wondering what I would do in that position; reunited with an old friend, reeling from illicit party substances and fresh out of a little soft-core sexcapades− only to have something like that dropped at you out of left-field. I have no idea dude, that’s like… heavy stuff, totally outside my pay grade. If anything, Craig probably handled it better than I would have.

So I don’t want to run too long (…might have already ruined any chances of that) but the one thing I really wanted to bring up but couldn’t, as it’s all the way over in Ch. 6, is the brief detour to Clyde’s point of view.

I’d been loving the hot and cold dynamic’s that Clyde had been showing the whole way through the story, and wondering just what exactly his damage was (his breakdown in Ch. 3 being one of the highlights of the story thus far, especially the eternally sweet way Craig called an immediate truce as soon as he realized Clyde was going to cry, more concerned with comforting him than staying angry). The whole mystery of what the hell’s up with Clyde is so central to the story that I was pretty surprised to start the sixth chapter set in his shoes, immediately wondering what big revelations were bound to come.

But instead I was treated to the familiar theme of confusion, just from a different perspective− Clyde keeping his cards close to his chest. Between this and the obvious call-backs to the first chapter, I really enjoyed the change of pace that− as seems to be par in course for the story, didn’t slow the narrative down or feel unnecessary, and gave the relationship a little room to breathe from being entirely set from Craig’s point of view. Used sparing like this, it made for a really nice touch.

And that’s about it for now!

Thanks again to the lovely @wendytesteburger, I’m all on the edge of my seat for that sweet, sweet next update.

And thanks to all of you who read this far; I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did!