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hedgehog-cynder · 1 year

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flower boy review : fucking beautiful no complaints beyond rating on any scale. ill note some things about every song cause :3

foreword: holy shit what an opener. nothing lasts forever, nothing sticks together????? absolutely heart wrenching. amazing lyrics amazing everything THE ENDING SYNTHS?,$,%?"? breathtaking i swear to god

where this flower blooms: i would just like to say AGSGDGSUSHDHSGSHDJSHAHDGSJAGSGSJSGDD. instrumentals are beautiful tyler sounds beautiful frank sounds beautiful lyrics are chefs kiss what else is there left

sometimes...: i dont care if its one minute long I dont care its so fucking pretty and soft and sobbing material. on my first listen it jumpscared me because i thought it was BOYFRIEND. also the voice of the radio host is very comforting and helps me not dissociate

see you again: 20-20 20-20 vision cupid hit me cupid hit me with precision i wonder if u look both ways when u cross my mind i said i said im sick of sick of sick of sick of chasing ure the one thats always running through my daydreams i i can only see ur face when i close my eyes its so fucking beautiful kalis voice is heavenly this song makes me want to die

who dat boy: god everything about this one is just fucking beautiful the synths the lyrics the delivery asap sounds just so fucking good. everythings just. AGHDGDHSG and the ending feels like getting run over /pos

pothole: this is probably a song ill use to demonstrate tyler as an artist to whoevers interested in my autistic rambling cause. its one of the longer songs in the album its got stops n twists n turns the instrumental is to die for jadens voice is just so pretty. its one of The tyler songs to me. but dont take that last part seriously cause i say it about every song

garden shed: this one is the first song off flower boy ive ever listened to. it is just So. ITS JUST SO!!!!! estelles voice the slow pacing its such a good waltz. i would have to write out the whole lyrics because theres no one part of them i love more. its just so beautiful

boredom: everything about this song makes me feel like im going to die if i dont hold head in hands dramatically. its so vulnerable and heart breaking annas voice the harmonies the orchestrals everything just makes me want to sob. the end is especially devastating. another one im gonna use to explain tyler

i aint got time: god where to begin. whatever sample he used in there is fucking perfect for the job everythings so good and stimulating his delivery is flawless everything makes me wanna jump and kick and dance its all just beautiful. the ending is very silly i love it and also WOAHHHHHH. FUCK YEA GOOD FOR HIM

911 / mr lonely: just thinking about it is devastating. every time i listen to it i am mentally on the floor in fetal position. its so sorrowful and emotional while having the best motherfucking instrumentals and delivery like GOD i never doubted him but this man really does it all

droppin seeds: ok this is where my notes will fall a little flat. i cant take mentions of sex in any capacity seriously i am sorry. its a beautiful song though and i love it

november: oh god this one BREAKS me. its so emotional and open and i cant fucking get enough of it. and yet again it does so while being a FUCKING BANGER. the last verse always hits like a sack of wet mice and oh is it really bitch u know the dealy really hilly willy tilly silly hold that billy how i milly rock is soon going to become my newest vocal stim and i have no choice but to accept it

glitter: god what a devastating sad song. it really captures what its talking about. how joyful and cute and loving it is AND THEN the lowered pitch & tempo please dont save me the repetition of how ya feel? the kinda second half is all so much like being stuck in heartbreak i love it. it makes me feel like im falling from heaven. plausibly crowley style

enjoy right now, today: honestly with the sad note glitter ends on this one sounds so bright in comparison its fucking hilarious. i honestly didnt expect it to be almost fully instrumental but holy shit if anything it just shows how good he is even without lyrics. i have also never heard a more work at a pizza place song in my LIFE and its honestly making me wanna redownload roblox just cause i feel nostalgic. FUCK what a good closer

yeah thats it im done <3

#miisha.txt #i poured my heart in this post riekhdjshdsjhd #uhhhhh wait lemme just.#flower boy #it is a tag it seems. idk what for and im not gonna check <3 #tyler the creator is also a tag but i am really scared of peoples perceiving so i wont put it #flower boy was enough of a tag #anyway im done with rambling here time to hit post

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smileysuh · 2 years

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Omg "Sapiosexual" is so good! Thank you! There's so many funny parts that made me chuckle. I want to slap myself for not reading it earlier. I liked the teaser but didn't want to read a long fic for a while. This fic fits a big fantasy of mine so well. I was pretty immersed into it. Only thing that made me laugh was how much smart is considered sexy to her tbh lol. I kinda like a smart man but not this much lol Sugar daddy with contracts. The nicknames he calls her. I like how you rotate between the different nicknames he calls her. The dialogue is also done well so the nicknames don't feel repetitive. The dirty talk is so good. Him praising/complimenting her omg. Size kink. I love that reader is a simp for him. Her zoning out. Him knowing that she's horny. He is too but wants to wait for their contracts to be signed omg. There's hints of him also feeling that way. The times when took shaky breaths because of her omg. He's such a kind gentleman who's also confident in a cocky but hot way! I love that. Seungkwan being there for the first call made it funny. His excitement lol. He was also a cockblock though >:/ Learned something new with the quirofilia thing. I was like "oh? they like hands ok." And then got so flustered at him wanting to control how her nails look. I like the dom controls some aspects of your appearance thing but didn't know there are specific words for it. I've read a fic where the dom made reader get a tattoo and that was hot. I like the pacing. The torturous wait for the smut was so good. Seungkwan was so funny. "You’re so overwhelmed- in the best of ways- that you hardly even hear Seungkwan’s voice in the back of your mind screaming ‘hannibal the cannibal, bitch!’" LOL this was such a surprise to read in the middle of the smut. Omg ok I thought he was being too soft and nice. But then he pulls her hair omg yes. “Do whatever your heart desires, and if you get tired, let daddy know so he can take over again.” OMG! "Death by psychologist cock." And now I'm laughing again lol. The choking part! It's so cute that she falls in love after a week. Did she already have feelings when she called him her boyfriend early on omg?! I got kinda scared with Bora asking how they met. But she technically found out by herself so it's ok?? lol “Daddy,” you both say in unison, and then you’re lurching for your phone." Seungkwan casually calling him that here. Noo lol Her kneeling while waiting and him liking it ahh. Omg I like that she's giving him a massage. Haven't seen this in a fic before. And it ended quickly ok lol Oh ok I thought he left for work for part 11. Aww the breakfast banter is so cute. Both of them having daddy issues lol “Many men of science that I’ve heard of tend to lean towards atheism.” “Maybe I used to, but then- let’s just say, I found an angel, and my world’s been flipped upside down ever since.” Cheesy but I'm blushing omg. Ahh and the teaser for the Patreon fic means they got married and want to have kids omg. "Semi-bondage" Ahh I was a lil sad that there wasn't spanking and bondage in this fic but oh well.

this ask has me on the floor- holy HECK-

let me tell you tho- 'the torturous wait for the smut' ORIGINALLY- IT WAS GONNA ONLY HAVE ONE SMUT SCENE ON THE FRIDAY, BUT CHEOL CHANGED HIS ENTIRE SCHEDULE (and the fic) JUST TO GET HIS DICK WET ON A TUESDAY IM-dkljladjslajkdklajklasdkl

i adore you- thank you a thousand times for sending me this- it's like a live reaction and im LIVING FOR IT!!!!

sapiosexual cheol has me in a headlock and i had to make it everyone's problem

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catboys-need-milk · 3 years

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Ms ma'am, I NEED asmo and levi lactation kink headcanons PLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES! I can't think of anything for asmo myself but like.... Just take a moment to think about Levi just had a really bad game that he lost massively. He needs comfort, he needs to find solace latched onto your breast. He comes to your room and finds you playing a game on your phone. You put it down to pay attention to him but he's so shy! His face is so red, he's trying to ask you for some of your sweet milk, yet all he's doing is stumbling over his words like a poor bumbling fool! But you see the slightly sad look on his face, you already know what he wants. So you simply beckon for him to come over, and he just shuffles over a little awkwardly, so flustered to be doing such a thing in the first place. You scoot over so that he can lay down with you, his face unimaginably close to your tits. You lift your shirt for him and all embarrassment dissipates into thin air. He immediately goes for your nipple, and begins to suckle. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he can. You pet his hair gently as he drinks. You know how hard it is for him when he loses a game, especially when he comes to you for comfort. So you bask in the quietness, the only sound being his sucking. You'll stay with him like this for as long as he likes.

*stumbles over and fucking dies* heLLO ANON ALLOW ME TO COMPOSE MYSELF 🥴♡♡♡♡

Omg omg omg ok I have SEVERAL things to say about this

1. Hunnnghhhghggigidjxhxhchchch damn ok that made me feel all horny and soft??? 🥵 Fuckfuckfuck...omg.....Levi....sweet boy.....I love how embarrassed he gets its so cute and hot...fuck ^_^' ♡♡♡♡

2. Also Im guessing you've seen my Lucifer headcanons? Well so in there when I listed the brothers who like being fed I didn't include Levi—and tbh I've really been regretting that recently because yeah, I think he definitely would~ 😅 So I think I'll probably go back and add him to that list.

3. Dont worry their headcanons are coming!! ♡ I just take forever to do them because I'm super picky and really try to think up ideas that make sense for the character while also being different from the rest. Like I think every character should connect, experience, and engage in the kink all in their own unique ways. It keeps things from feeling repetitive as well as adding an element of believability to the headcanons and I really like that personally ♡ But Im thinking I'm gonna have Asmo be really playful with it and share you with Solomon, and then for Levi I'm going to incorporate his tongue, tail, and some cosplay~. OH and I still have to do Satan's too!!! I did other headcanons for him a while back but I still need like a standard lactation kink headcanon list for him 😅

4. In the meantime though!!! I have something in my drafts that I've been meaning to finish for a long while, and that you'd probably be very interested in 👀 its basically a longer drabble/fic where he's dressed as a cute nekomaid and trying to suckle from you with his freaky demon tongue. I was gonna try and finish it this week! ^_^

WOW SORRY THIS WAS LONG WTF but thanks for the ask!! ♡♡ Honestly I guess I kinda needed this?? Because my heart wanted to make Levi a lil' milk hungry otaku but I kept going like "aw nah dude I can't retcon myself". But uhhhh yeah I think you broke that so thank you 😅🥵🥵 ♡

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#apologies if this post was chaotic #i just had a lot of information i was trying to communicate haha #i love Levi's t0ngue #i want him to v!olate me with it in every way possible #and his tail #im gonna go make myself some rice #oohh and cant forget the wontons #the wontons are essential not negotiable #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me smut #catboys-need-milk

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starlightinhumanform · 3 years

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Nothing Sweeter

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Romantic Moxiety, Platonic Analoceit (only mentioned)

Summary: When Virgil agreed to work a cashier shift at the bakery, Logan had assured him that they never get customers that late. Instead, Virgil comes face to face with the cutest customer he’s ever seen.

Warnings: None! (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: Bakery AU, Tooth-rotting Fluff

A/N: This was written for a request for @catemons-blog ! I haven’t written these babies in such a long time and to was so nice to write them again!! All reblogs and replies are greatly appreciated <3 Love you all 🖤✨

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Virgil could feel flour beneath his nails, the warm dough under his hands, his arms moving automatically in the comforting, repetitive shifts of kneading bread. The bakery was like a second home to him but, more specifically, he loved the kitchen. He loved the whole cafe but the front wasn’t where he belonged— Logan and Janus took care of that— but this world of warmth and sweetness and soft scents, that was his.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like people, they just didn’t seem to click. It seemed like he was always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time or missing some social cue that was apparently obvious to everyone else but invisible to him. No, Virgil loved people and he loved to share what he made with them; it was just a lot lower stress to work behind the scenes.

So he surprised even himself when he agreed to run both the front and the back of the cafe for the night. Maybe it was Logan’s promise that nobody came in on a weekday in the late evening. Maybe it was Janus’ bribe that he would make Virgil an extra special mocha coffee tomorrow. Maybe it was the combined power of their pleading eyes. Whatever the case, Virgil found himself alone in the cafe on a late Wednesday evening, with nothing but his hands and his work for company.

Logan had been right— Virgil hadn’t seen a customer since his shift started at 7:00 and as the time stretched forward, it began to seem less and less likely that some would order a coffee this late at night.

When the door chime ran at 10 pm, Virgil was half-expecting it to be Logan or Janus stopping by to see how he was doing (and probably to steal a jam-filled cookie or two).

Virgil walked into the front of the store to say hello but was instead faced by a stranger. They had a round face with large blue eyes and a mop of curly blond hair sweeping down their forehead— their face wasn’t ringing any bells. But Virgil didn’t really know the customer’s; he knew their orders .

He quirked an eyebrow as went down the list of regular customers this stranger could be and began taking guesses, “A dozen maple doughnut bars?”

“Um, no actually I want—” Their voice was soft but had a gravely quality that bite at the ends of their words. The voice was unfamiliar to Virgil but for some reason, he wanted to hear it more.

“Hmm, a ciabatta loaf and three everything bagels?”

“No… I was hoping you had—”

“Oh, I know! A loaf of rye, a loaf of pumpernickel, and a loaf of sourdough?”

The stranger began laughing. It was a nice laugh, Virgil guessed, but he couldn’t figure out what was so funny. He could feel his cheeks beginning to turn red; he had said something wrong again, hadn’t he?

They stopped laughing long enough to flash Virgil a bright, amused smile, “Are you going to keep guessing the entire night until you get my order right?”

The customer didn’t seem mad, he wasn’t even laughing at Virgil; he was laughing… because of Virgil? Virgil had made them laugh and that felt very very different than being laughed at. Their laughs ran through the empty little dining area and bounced off the display case, almost entirely empty by this time of day. Their laughs made Virgil feel good, even if he didn’t quite understand what was so funny.

Virgil let himself take another look at the person in front of him. There was a warm, sweet sensation beginning to flutter in his stomach and he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

The customer was cute, no doubt about it. They were wearing large, round-framed glasses, nearly as gold as their hair. Behind the glasses, their eyes were one of the bluest blue Virgil had ever seen— like water drawn in a saturated kid’s cartoon. They were wearing a blue top tucked into a white pleated skirt and white mary-jane shoes. The skirt had attached suspender straps, one of which had a small pin on it. Looking closer, Virgil realized the pin was a small transgender pride flag with the pronouns “he/him” stamped over it. Ok, so the customer was a he ; and he was really, really cute.

Virgil tried to snap his mind back on focus. The man in front of him had stopped laughing but was still looking at him with a soft, somewhat lopsided smile.

Virgil looked down at his hands, feeling like making eye contact with this person was just a little too much right now. He cleared his throat, “So, uh, do you want to order something?”

“No, I actually was just planning on standing here for the rest of the night.”

“Really?” Virgil could feel his eyebrows furrowing together.

“No, no,” He stepped closer to the counter Virgil was behind, “I was just joking, sweetheart.”

Sometimes Virgil had a hard time catching social cues but the way he said “sweetheart” held too much kindness and sincerity for Virgil to miss its meaning. Virgil’s blush grew to a deep crimson.

He walked all the way to the counter so he and Virgil were only a foot apart. Virgil wasn’t sure if he wanted to flirt with him or run away to the kitchen. Somehow, putting a stove fire out seemed easier than talking to this customer.

Virgil shook his hands below the counter, hoping stimming would help release all of the energy and feelings bouncing around in his body. He tried to remember what Logan had told him in case customers did come in; there were specifically steps Logan was very particular about, “Could I get a name for your order?”

“Of course! My name’s Patton!”

God, even his name is cute.

“Your name’s Virgil?”

Virgil glanced down at his name tag as if he needed reminding of what it said. He nodded in confirmation of Patton’s question.

“That’s such a pretty name,” Patton’s smile reminded him of opening an oven door on a cold day, the warmth and sweetness rolling over him in waves. He felt like he was melting.

Patton’s eyes wandered over the menu board, licking his lips absentmindedly as he tried to make a decision. Virgil wished he could stop looking at his lips.

Finally he looked back over at Virgil, “Could I get three muffins—”

“Uh huh,” Virgil nodded as he jotted the words down on the receipt the way Logan had asked him to.

“—and, uh,” Patton leaned forward even a little closer, “Could I get your number?”

Virgil forgot how to talk in that moment, feelings of happiness practically vibrating through him. He wouldn’t be surprised if he just exploded, just nodding his head to answer Patton like his life depended on it.

Virgil moved as if he were in a dream, packaging the muffins as Patton paid. He felt like the planet’s gravity had suddenly been turned down and he was floating a few inches off the ground. He quickly scribbled his phone number on the bag before handing it to Patton.

“Oh! I almost forgot something!”

Virgil quirked an eyebrow at Patton’s exclamation, “You did?”

“Yeah! Your tip for such great service.”

“No, no you already gave a tip. See, it’s on your receipt beneath—”

Virgil froze as Patton leaned forward and planted a kiss on Virgil’s cheek.

“There! Extra tip for being so cute,” Patton gave him that lovely, warm smile before turning with a wave and walking out of the bakery.

Virgil sank to the floor, disregarding whether or not that was a health code violation. He didn’t care about that right now. His face was tingling and his heart was racing and he felt out of breath. He clapped his hands together, happy stims taking over for a moment as he processed the interaction he had just had with the cutest boy he had ever seen. Maybe working in the front of the bakery had its own benefits…

Virgil couldn’t stop smiling.

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ohnopoe · 3 years

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Hiya there!!!! Could i maybe please have some headcanons about the characters you write for being in love with a very domestic/ cottagecore/ disney-princess-loving sweet girl who works at a daycare (with babies) ?

Im sorry if that didnt make much sense im french but i love your writing!!! Have an amazing day!! 😊

Your patience is extraordinary. I’m so sorry this took so long, and I’m additionally sorry that I couldn’t provide more characters for this. Between it beginning to feel repetitive and just having a mental block on it, which has been practically consuming my ability to write, I’m afraid I was only able to give you five characters, but hopefully the accidental mini stories they turned into makes up for that!

Under the cut you will find headcanons or miniature fics tbh for Din Djarin, Ezra, Frankie Morales, Javier Peña and Poe Dameron

Din Djarin

Looking after Grogu is Din’s priority. So, when he sees his adoptive son clinging to your leg after he leaves him at the small daycare on Nevarro, utterly enraptured in your every movement as you finish putting away the colourful pencils the children had been playing with, well, he’s intrigued.

When Grogu is reluctant to leave the planet, putting on a fuss as he flies away, well, he’s fascinated.

Plenty of people got along with the little green baby, and it seemed people fell for his big bug eyes everywhere they went. But he hadn’t seen the child so enraptured before… It was almost the same kind of adoration he seemed to throw towards Din.

Weeks pass before he’s landing back in Nevarro, ready to take on another job, and he’s almost forgotten about you. But the way Grogu perks up at the familiar surroundings is an instant reminder.

He hadn’t even intended to leave the kid at the daycare this time, it was only meant to be a short trip after all, but who could say ‘no’ to those pleading eyes?

The day’s half over when he knocks on the door. Children of all species are spread about the room, and there’s an air of chaos to the scene, but as you meet his gaze through that vizor that keeps him shielded from the rest of the room, he finally understands the absolute sense of calm you exude.

He’s frozen.

Your smile cuts through him, it’s gentle and soft and reassuring and everything he didn’t know he’d been missing for so many years now.

He stutters, genuinely stutters when he hands Grogu over, asking if he can spend the rest of the day with the other children. And if you notice, well, you’re not about to mention it just yet.

He’s making more trips to Nevarro, even he refuses to acknowledge why. The kid needs to socialise more, jobs from Karga are smarter, it’s good to keep in contact with the Cara, to know what the rebellion is up to… Excuses seem to pile up upon one another. Of course it couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that every time he sees your smile directed at him, every time he watches the way you play with Grogu, the world seems a little lighter.

A dangerous mission is what changes things.

He knows it’ll bring good credits, and provide more safety for the kid in the long run, but bringing him along for the ride is too risky, and it’s exactly what the enemy would be expecting. So he asks if you’ll look after him, just for a few days.

Of course, you’re more than happy to take the little green menace, but it’s the way you tell him to be careful, the way he can almost see genuine worry in your gaze as you utter words of care that he’s so damn unused to that has him struck once more.

The sight of you there, looking at him with such a gentle look, with his kid in your arms, well, it distracts him more than he’d care to admit.

So when he comes back to Nevarro, to your house of all things, he’s a little worse for wear, and he’s certainly not expecting the way you usher him in, or the way you look after him. Suddenly, leaving Nevarro at all seems like the stupidest decision possible, when you’re there in your humble house that still screams home more than anything he can remember.

He stays for days, you’re insistent that he heal properly and take the time to rest before he goes rushing back into the universe. And it’s the most relaxed he’s ever felt.

Ezra

After his time in The Green, Ezra is certain of one thing, he’s had enough of that damn colour.

There’s only so long you can spend surrounded by shades of green before it starts to haunt you, and even the most poetic of people lose any sense of beauty they once found in it.

But then there was you.

You, who lived a life so far removed from what he had experienced, that the flowery poetics seemed to just flow from him once more.

His insecurities after losing his arm seemed to lessen in your presence, caught up in the whirlwind that was you.

Laughter and joy seemed to fill the days, and sometimes he’d even help you with your work simply to enjoy the bubble of joy you seemed to exude, to embrace every moment of happiness that he was lucky enough to experience.

Colours seemed brighter, and filled with a range he had only hoped to see, when you were around. And those poems he had loved so dearly were not just a distant dream, they were tangible and real.

Softness and beauty coloured his days once more, and his heart was full.

Even green seemed more beautiful now.

Frankie Morales

In all honesty? He’s terrified. You’re his daughter’s daycare worker and it doesn’t matter that you make him smile, make those damn butterflies fill his chest in a way he hasn’t felt since he was an awkward teenager. It doesn’t matter that your smile is so damn captivating that it has him smiling goofily to himself the whole damn drive to work after he drops his daughter off with you.

It doesn’t matter because it can’t. He won’t interfere with your work and he certainly won’t be that creep who asks you out when you look after his daughter, no, nope, absolutely not.

But then, a year later, and his daughter is off to preschool, and yeah, ok, he’s a bit of a wreck as he shops for school supplies, but suddenly you’re there. It hasn’t been long at all, and yet he can’t help but think how much he has missed that smile.

It’s so much harder to explain to his little girl that, despite the chance encounter, you won’t be a part of her life anymore, especially when she’s so darn excited to see you, and so he stumbles, he struggles and glances to you for help and, well, the help you give has him even more lost for words.

You suggest lunch, on the first weekend after she’s started school. Just Frankie, her and you, all meeting at a park where his daughter can tell you all about ‘big school’.

He’s silent so long that you worry you’ve overstepped, and just as you’re about to ramble off some excuse in a desperate attempt to backtrack, he offers you the most beaming smile you’ve ever seen.

Well, your not so little crush was doomed, and so was your heart. But after lunch that soon turned into a weekly affair, you soon came to realise, your heart was in very safe hands.

Javier Peña

I’m not going to lie, at first Javier is skeptical to say the least. He’s seen chaos and pain and suffering for so long, that seeing someone so damn gentle? Yeah, he’s wondering what your game is. But then it becomes something else, it becomes a fascination. You seem sincere in your softness, and he finds himself smiling back at you in an instant, before he can even question it.

So, skepticism turns to curiosity. Are you just naive to the horrors of the world? Are you really that sheltered that you believe what the fairytales told you the world would be? He has to know, even if he’s cursing himself the whole damn way.

He’s spending more time with you to figure you out, that’s what he tells himself. Of course, it’s obvious to everyone else the change that you bring. His shoulders are less tense, he’s not bitting people’s heads off at work, hell, he’s smiling more.

It’s different to what he’s used to. It’s softer, and slower, and he’s reluctant as hell, but things just seem to happen.

You’re at his place as often as your own. You’re sharing movies with him that he’s never even considered seeing before, you’re sharing your lives with one another, and there hasn’t been a single date so far.

You’re everything he’s fighting to protect, before he can even acknowledge his own feelings for you. But as oblivious as Javier can be to these things, you’re not. You know the stories, the tales of love that seemed to pass him by. You’re patient as he navigates his way through his feelings.

It’s a random moment in time, really. You’re on his couch, talking about the children you work with, it’s just another day. But it’s everything to him. It’s the moment he realises you’re his all, that being right there, in that moment, listening to you talk about children you clearly adore, children that aren’t even your own, it’s all he’s ever needed, and all he ever wants.

The progression from that odd friendship to something more is surprisingly smooth.

Of course, he’s bound to stumble along the way, it’s so far from what he’s used to that he’s terrified half the time of stuffing up to a point of no return. But it’s genuine, it’s real, and you can both simply be yourselves; even if he does tease you a little about the ‘childish’ decor that starts to fill the apartment when you finally move in.

Poe Dameron

It was an accident, the first time Poe quite literally ran into you. BB-8 assured him that it would be faster to get to his ship through the path he had never ventured before as he rushed to fly out for a sudden mission, and he was right. What the little droid had failed to mention, however, was that said path ran directly through the resistance’s schooling area.

It was a small group of rooms, with few children of resistance members actually living on base, but it was something so downright shocking that it had him stumbling in shock as he glanced about at the colourful finger paintings and bright array of plants that he didn’t even notice the way the group of preschoolers stared up at him in awe, or, for that matter, the fact that you were standing before him... until you weren’t. The force of his sprint landed you on the floor with nothing but a surprised “ooft!” coming from your lips, and an echoing round of shocked and anxious gasps from your students.

After an awkward round of apologising, and continuing to call out long after he had checked you were alright and helped you up, he was off, making his way once more, the sound of “sorry!” fading away as he drifted further down the corridors.

One chance meeting suddenly turned into more. It seemed wherever he turned, there you were. Grabbing a late meal at the same time, having your med-checks one after the other… it was as if fate itself had decided the two of you simply had to interact.

You filled his mind, someone so normal amongst the chaos of war. And while he may not have realised it, he began to seek you out.

Chatting with your kids about flying, bringing back interesting plants he saw on his adventures, there was always a reason to see you, after-all, Poe Dameron was the King of Excuses.

But you brought him a sense of hope and home, something he had missed for far too long, and he wasn’t about to give that up anytime soon.

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breakoutime · 4 years

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Rewarded

Hades x (Neutral)Reader

Warning, nsfw!

Tags: Cockwarming, size kink, exibitionism? praise kink? (ask to tag pls)

Summary: Reader has been working hard for the house of Hades, and the master of the house has noticed and wants to reward them.

Authors note: Ok, VERYFIRST TIME writing smut, hopefully its good, or at least passable, english isnt my first language soooo yeah keep that in mind... P-please gimme feedback >///<

Your job at the House of the dead was a strange one. You weren't quite sure how to name it, but for now everyone referred to you as “The assistant”, you never really stayed in the same place for long, always being the one everyone called for help when a task was too much to handle. You have been assigned to Dusa to help with the cleaning, you’ve been working hard with the other shades inside the archive, you’ve been even assigned to stand by Achilles' side when the master of the house had visitors and considered some extra security was necessary. Dusa would always tell you how happy everyone was with your presence in the house, how helpful you’ve been, and how amazingly adaptable you were, having skills that allowed you to act and serve in all these different areas. Your face was quite often on the board at the Lounge, and it was obvious Hades himself was quite pleased with your performance. It was often that you would be called into his desk, to either give a report on your current task or to be praised for your hard work, which always left you inspired and happy for your next task.

You had to admit, your hard working attitude came not only for your passion for your work, but also for the passion you felt towards your master. You couldn't be quite sure when it started, it definitely wasn't there when you first arrived at the house. Hade´s was a rough man, cold, strict, serius. You would always hear him berate the others when their performance was not enough, often punishing them if their results were lacking. It was somewhere between Orpheus' punishment for refusing to sing, and when Zagreus started to openly fight back against his father, that you were called, alone, to Hades’ desk. Of course, at that time, you were anxious, wondering if even with your efforts, the master was disappointed in you and called to have you berated and punished, just like Orpheus was not so long ago, but no. Hades had specially called you simply to praise you, to say how, when so many of his workers, when even his own son was unable to handle his duties, you alone were there to support, cover and pull the needed effort and time to have the house working properly. You weren't able to suppress the smile in your face, or the tingling in your stomach as you heard the so often strict and stern master, praise your hard work for the whole house to hear. Slowly but surely you became obsessed with it. With working hard just to hear Hades himself telling you of your good work and how pleased he was with you. Soon you realized that those words did more than just kindle the fire of your hard work, but also left you warm with another kind of fire, one that burned between your legs. Now, everytime Hades praised you, you had to- no, you needed to take a short break to indulge yourself in that heat, to touch yourself and satisfy this burning need that arouse from you each time that booming, rough voice reverberated through your being, just to tell you how good you’ve been to this house, to him.

Today, you were hoping for such a praise, since you’ve been assigned to work at the archives, getting a lot of paperwork ready for Hades’ reviewing. This was your favorite thing to do, since the Lord was always so busy with paperwork at his desk, always reading and writing and filing, he never had anybody else there to help him with that particular part of the process, sure, at the archives many shades worked to get said paperwork ready for him, but no matter how hard you worked or how many shades he had at his disposal, he was always glued to his work, concentrated and dedicated, but also tired and slightly bored of the repetitive tasks he has at hand. There wasn't much you could do other than work hard and please him with your work, which immediately sent another jolt of heat through you. Of course, your stack of documents was done, which meant you now needed to personally deliver them to his desk. Your smile was proud and your face was slightly flushed from the heat you felt, feeling a bit too eager today to hear what your master had to say. Silently you wondered if it was noticeable, if the master knew that your enthusiastic work and demeanor came from these kinds of feelings, or even if the other people in the house knew. For a moment you thought how would Zagreus react, if he knew you had the hots for his father, but you quickly had to shake that thought and compose yourself, as you passed Achilles and walked straight up to Hades’s desk.

As always, he was seated there, in his throne, reading attentively one of the many documents he had in his desk. One small part of you felt bad, because the stack of documents was considerably going to grow with the one you were holding, but sadly that stack was going to work either way. Patiently you waited, the stack was heavy but his desk was way too tall for you, and you already knew that interrupting him was never a good idea. If only you could float like Hypnos or Thanatos, or if you were taller, but just like the prince, your stature meant that you’d need some help to get up the desk. Soon, you saw Hades pick up his plume, signing one of the documents, a sign that he was done with his current one, and immediately you made your wade to his side, ready to hand the paperwork for when he stretched his arms to receive them. With a pleased hum, he acknowledged you, taking the stack of papers and thanking you in the process.

“Quick and efficient as always. Glad that there is someone here who never disappoints me.” You had to stifle a laugh, the comment was not only a praise to you but also a small insult to Hypnos, who was floating and sleeping soundly in the hallway in front of you two.

“Now,” he said, tidying the new stack of documents before fully turning to you. “The house has been working quite efficiently lately, so i'm afraid there are few dignified chores left for someone of your skill and dedication...” That wasn't exactly a bad thing, sometimes you were given time off to rest, but there was something different about the way he spoke, the way he was looking at you. Anxiety started to build in you, and as you opened your mouth to say something, he simply raised his hand, stopping you. “Except one thing.” He moved, lowering his hand to your level. “Come here.” You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, your knees trembling, and cold drops of sweat falling from your brow. Was he really telling you to climb his hand? Nervously, you took a seat on it, allowing your master to raise you and place you comfortably in his lap. This was new, very new and confusing, you’ve never seen anyone have the honor of sitting on Hade's lap, but there you were, comfortable laying in one of his powerful thighs, staring up at him. Your master, who everyone respected and feared, who always made your very being burn was giving you this sort of treatment, of affection? His voice is lower this time, huskier, “Today I have a different task for you… A different kind of service that I need” His hand was on your back now, rubbing it gently. “One which will be quite pleasurable for you and for me.” You had been staring at him this whole time, looking at his eyes, his expression, which was something you’ve never seen before, desire was evident in his face. Desire for you. “I have made a concoction, to allow you to handle such a task-” he continued, now his other hand lifting his robes, exposing himself for you. You could not believe it. Your master wanted this from you, just as much as you wanted it from him. His size was massive, proportional to a man of his build and stature, you couldn't help but reach out, running your hand over it, how were you supposed to please him? Even with your both hands you wouldn't be able to stroke him firmly, much less fit him inside of you- But your thoughts were interrupted by something uncorking. He did say something about a concoction, but how-

A small vial was in his hands, the liquid of which looked like nothing you had ever seen. It shifted in color, going from red to orange to green, it must have been made from Hades’ power. “Do not fear. Spread yourself for me, and I'll take care of the rest...” You didn't have to be told twice. Breathing heavy, you allowed your master to pour that strange liquid into your entrance, which seemed to burn you in the most pleasurable way, making you let out soft pleased sounds. “It was about time we took some sort of break, so few of us take our work seriously...” gently, he applied pressure with his finger into your entrance, which to your surprise stretched without problem to fit his finger, coating your insides with the strange liquid as it went in. “And you are one of the bests of course.” His words were like honey, fueling the need inside you. “That's why I know only you will be up to this task….” He removed his finger, having your insides well coated and warm for his member. “I want you to keep me company, to keep me warm... While im at my desk today.” Your legs were shaking, but you knew what you had to do, he really didn't have to tell you. Bracing yourself against his chest, slowly you pressed your entrance into his member, even with the concoction, it took some effort, the tip slipping a couple of times before being able to get in. The stretch should have been painful, but all you could feel was pleasure, the burn of the strange liquid must have changed you, allowing you to take such size and not feel an ounce of pain. “Hmmmmm, go on now, get comfortable- Ah~!” Your master moaned when you started moving, the tightness of your hole breaking a small part of his determination to keep this quiet. You yourself weren't being quite quiet either, whimpers, moans and whines coming out of you as you slowly adjusted your tight grip on Lord Hades’ cock as you sank down, coming to a rest against him, now his member fully sheathed inside of you. Your Lord seemed to be taking a moment to compose himself while you simply slumped against him, your thighs twitching as your insides squeezed exquisitely around your master. In the back of your mind, you wondered if this was some sort of dream, one witch you’d never want to wake up from, but as Hades moved a document from the stack to be reviewed, one of his hands went for you, lifting you barely from his cock and pushing you down again, making him growl in satisfaction and you cry out in pleasure. “Absolutely perfect. Even now your performance is impeccable.” You couldn't really answer much to that, being a bit overwhelmed by this whole situation. “I was hoping to work while you kept me pleased, but you’ve demonstrated to be far more… stimulating than I thought.” He shifted you again, making you see stars and your insides to tremble. “But It hardly matters, this just means my paper work can wait....” He looked hungry at you, even more so, now holding you with both hands with the clear intention of focusing on you. “Now I’ll have to work on giving us both a reward for working so hard.”

With that, he started really moving you, pounding at you slowly and gently at first, but quickly picking up pace and intensity. Your screams of pleasure practically echoed in the house, you were unable to repress them, far too gone in the pleasure to care. “That's it, L-let everyone know your price- your pleasure!” He boomed on top of you, now lifting you up to lay on the desk as he stood and pounded away at you. “Let this be an example for everyone- Only the best can get this from me” Hades growls and loudly proclaims on top of you now, his movements so fanatic you can't understand how you havent came ten times by now, but the ecstasy you felt right now was more than worth it. You couldn't help but look around, now laying in said desk you had vision of Hypnos, who clearly had woken up and was openly staring with both of his hands over his mouth, a deep flush evident in his face, and achilles, who clearly was looking away, red and ashamed of being in proximity of such an act, and of course, many shades where looking, some even cheering at the expectable, even with the little features they had, you could see a pang of envy on them, which only fueled your pleasure. With a mighty grunt, he slammed deep inside of you, filling your insides with his seed, which was all you needed to break and finally cum yourself, blacking out for a second, over the overwhelming wave of pleasure he had just given you, that delicious burn his liquid gave you coming back with vengeance, making you ride your orgasm with that pleasure too, leaving you utterly spent and satisfied. Maybe it was that same liquid which made your orgasm wait, so that you could reach it with master Hades.

Now, with both of you panting, he gently pulls out of you, covering himself again and using a clan rag on one of his drawers to help you clean up. The adoration in your face must have been evident, since the look he gave you was both gentle and smug. “I’ll leave you to rest in my quarters, but once I'm finished with this paperwork, I'll join you one more there, I won't be long.” With that, he picked you up and carried you to his room, just in time for zagreus to rise from the river, shooting you a questioning look as he saw his father carry you away. You were far too tired to care, really, the only thing that mattered now was the fact that Lord Hades himself was laying you on his bed, where he would surely instruct you to pleasure him, now in private. Curling up. you knew you needed some rest if you wanted, like always, to give your very best for the task.

#Hades #hades game #reader insert #reader #reader x hades #hades x reader #hades game reader #reader hades game #breakoutime's post #dirty tag #sexy tag #yes those two are my ns fw tags ok

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satoruvt · 3 years

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fanfic writer tag game <3

helloooo <3 thank u for tagging me @hannie-dul-set this is so cute lol

ummmm! i think i will tag. @leejuyeeon and @seokmingiggles !! and as always anyone else who wants to <33

peum ~

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

omg lets see if i can do this in order. i think the first fandom i ever wrote fanfic for was creepypasta LMAOO and then... fairy tail? then 5 seconds of summer, then maybe it 2017?? voltron legendary defender, detroit become human, monster prom and mystic messenger kind of overlapped, the arcana !!! then my hero academia, haikyuu, a Little bit of demon slayer... i think thats it lol

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

seventeen is all for rn, but i’m thinking of also writing for mha again and adding jjk!!

3. how long have you been writing?

oh wow for like... probably around 6 years? maybe 6 and a half

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

rn just tumblr, i used to post more actively on ao3 but i havent since i started writing for kpop

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

ahhh like !!! comfort fics!!! i think theres something really sweet in those unspoken feelings during moments you think you’ll never forget... the idea of being with someone and you’re just so sure they’re your favorite person, and then warmth that comes with that realization... wahh

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

oh it depends i think. for longer fics i like to plan them out, but i really wing it with like timestamps or shorter ones

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

ONE SHOTS. my god i fucking suck at multi-chapter shit LMAOO ive only done 1 series like that and it was so rough for me lol

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

hm how do i explain this... anything that makes sense? however long it takes for it to feel like the chapter/fic is summed up or completed. i used to worry about word counts a lot but now i rarely pay attention to them, both in reading and writing

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

if we’re talking about multi-chaptered, then the color of you wins at 17k !! in terms of one shots, it’s for now; forever at 9k!

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

oh boy. i think... anything from the last like. 8 months? my svt stuff for sure!! i went a while without writing in between like january-late november 2020, and i was worried that my writing would suffer a lot... it took a sec for me to get back into the groove of things but i’m feeling happier than ever with the stuff i write now. i feel like ive matured about the way i approach my own writing and ideas, and how i do everything, and my fics make me really proud. ive started writing within different aus that i hadnt touched before, or talking about different feelings or ideas, etc... i really feel like ive grown with this most recent burst lol, and i love working on them! i get so hyped up when im in the middle of writing or even planning, im just so excited to share all of it hehe

11. favorite request you've have written and why (if any?)

ah its been so long since ive worked with requests that i cant remember anything LOL

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

yes. it is comfort and content. it is the feeling of love. it is holding hands on a walk in the middle of spring and smelling flowers. it is the sound of leaves when a gust of wind blows past. it is looking into ur lovers eyes and feeling nothing but pure fondness

13. current number of wips?

fuck like somewhere around 20 probably

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

i really like repetition (specifically in sentences if that makes sense??), LOTS of unspoken things (even if i picture a fic with an established relationship, i dont say it within the fic; and especially concerning romantic feelings, i love when things go unsaid and are FELT full force), i think a lot of detailed rambling... i really like to try and describe emotions and stuff in the most abstract and obscure ways lol i feel like it makes things a little more palpable and honest

15. a quote you like from a published story

im gonna do a few. Lol. firstly this long one from pretend people can unlearn:

“Are you…” Jeonghan starts, and when you look at him, his eyes are still on the city in front of you. “Are you ever afraid that we’ll fall out of love?”

It never occurred to you that this was love. It’s not like the love you’ve experienced in the past, not even close. But maybe… maybe that’s why you never leave, why you hold yourself back from certain arguments like it might fix everything. Maybe love is the reason why Jeonghan still seems to believe in you. Why he promises he’ll be the best thing for you despite always breaking that promise.

(Is it love, a voice in your head questions, or is it longing?)

It takes you a while to respond. “I don’t know,” you end up saying, because you really don’t. Jeonghan turns his head and looks at you, and you half expect him to start an argument in the middle of night, out on the street like this. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Would that… be okay?”

“I don’t know,” Jeonghan answers, just like you. His voice is soft. You want to reach for his hand just to hold it. “You’re still…”

He pauses, like he’s trying to find the right word. You let him take his time, for once, instead of accusing him of the worst. “I’m still?”

“Everything,” he tells you. He looks so sad and you reach out for him because it’s the only thing you can offer. You think the worst thing about your relationship with Jeonghan is that you will always believe him when he gets like this, just like you’ll believe him when he takes it back in the heat of a fight.

next is from like there isn’t something missing <3

But you’re crying into his chest because it’s not you, and it’s not him. Seungcheol wonders if it was always meant to be like this, if the two of you were always meant to part or if something… if something just went wrong, somewhere. A bump that did a bit more damage than either of you thought.

He tries not to think about it now. Tears fill his own eyes as he presses a kiss to your hair because he loved you. He truly did.

“I was so lucky to love you,” he murmurs, voice a cracked whisper. “I’m so happy I got the chance.”

When Seungcheol wakes up the next morning in an empty bed, he’s not surprised. But the Post-It note that’s dressed in your handwriting…

Well. It’s over.

and this last one from only for you, i will dance !!

“This will always be our own time,” he says. “We’ll meet here.”

You know. He says it every time. It never fails to make your heart soar.

“Our thirteenth month,” you say, just like every time. Chan smiles.

He kisses you so strong you feel yourself falling.

16. a quote from an unpublished story

ahh ok ill do a few here too!!! one is something ive begun writing, the other is one that i’ve just been working on planning out <3

Smoke blows past somebody else’s lips and partially obstructs Wonwoo’s view of you.

He hasn’t been to a party like this in a long time. It’s elegant, more of a gala than anything. He can’t remember who threw it or for what reason. It doesn’t really matter, he supposes, watching you make conversation with the partygoers. They all have old money to throw around, the symbolism stitched into their suit jackets and red-rimmed heels; remnants of it left on tables and in the contents of expensive cigars.

You play them like you are one of them, tell them the right things with a silver tongue. Wonwoo always watches, plays the part of an observer. It’s impressive, the way you float around the room like it’s nothing.

Wonwoo observes; Wonwoo knows things.

and the second one...

"you don't know me," you respond. your voice carries no bite, just a fact, and joshua knows this

"i want to," he says after a second. "if you'll let me."

and he's asking permission to be your friend, to be close to you, something so tender and strangely polite

it makes you feel almost sad

"don't expect too much," you say, a little teasing. joshua only smiles

17. space for you to say something to your readers

wahhh thank you all so much!!! when i first got into writing for kpop it was a lot different mostly because i think... i was writing stuff for different anime before, and i had built up a big following because of that and my works always did like, really exceptional in terms of notes and feedback and such, and getting into kpop... has been rough on that end 💀 but i appreciate your support thus far, even if it’s small... i’m still working towards a standard that i have for myself!!! so please be patient with me, thank you for the support !!

also please find it in yourself to leave lil comments or any sort of feedback... please..... PLEASE... any creator ever understands this struggle please always try to do this!!! for me and for any other creator you follow and enjoy content from <333

#wah these things r so fun. cries #tag games #adi speaks

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bammtoris · 5 years

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SHIP HISTORY MEME

Embrace your past and get to know your friends’ fandom origins!

Rules: Post gifs of your fandoms/ships starting with your most current hyper fixation and work backward. (Bonus points if you share any stories about how or when you got into that ship! But not necessary!!) Then tag anyone whose fandom history you’d like to learn about!

Thanks for the tag Laura <3 @badguywindow

2019 - (?) Brightwell prodigal son

Man, where do i even start with these two <3 since when i saw the pilot i had a hint of ok, i see there’s going to be something between these two, as the show kept progressing and especially ep 5 man my heart <3, they got me at the “you can trust me” part and let me add the deal sealer “you are the one i like talking to” that was it, they own my heart now.

2018- Jaaron the walking dead

wow look at that another ship involving Tom Payne, i literally kept watching twd bc of Jesus, the show had become so repetitive but his tiny amount of screentime is what kept me hooked till his ending, he was finally embracing himself in season 9, Aaron and Jesus clearly living the best married life, being soft as hell and happy, until they had to kill Jesus off which still ACHE a lot, these two deserved better especially tom.

2018- Elu Skam France

OK but can i say how MUCH i love this ship TOO MUCH, They are honestly the most adorable thing on earth and every time they are on-screen my heart flips uwu <333 i discovered them a while back, basically watching the first seasons of skam France, since i had already seen the original Skam, i gave it a try with the french universe and it did not disappoint.

2014- Stydia Teen Wolf

mY God more babies uwu i still adore this ship, and i discovered it back in that I´m a teen who doesn’t watch cartoons anymore phase, leaving that aside man i love them, Lydia being the one taking stiles out of a panic attack I'm still weak for that type of trope, (see Dani talking to Malcolm after his panic attack for further detail djd) also i love the moment of realization on Lydia’s face, I'm really falling in love with this knucklehead, and there u have it.

2013- Johnlock Sherlock

Holy my obsession with this ship was incredible, idek how i got into the show i think it was bc of the whole superwholock thing back then, their dynamic and the obvious romance between these two amazing, AND THE LYING DETECTIVE EPISODE “it is what it is” godamn it, they really did that. i also adore the whole sign of three-episode which is ofc in disguise a full johnlock episode in reality.

2013- Tenrose Doctor who

i used to watch the old doctor who at my grandma’s house, years later the New who came by, started watching and my heart got split in half THIS SHIP MADE ME CRY A MILLIONTH TIMES and i will go down with it, the “doomsday” episode is still pierced in my heart, they made me the happiest person alive and i still miss this regeneration and companion a lot. David Tennant slaps as the doctor.

2011- Destiel Supernatural

Oh this one is a hard OTP, forever canon in my heart, since the introduction of castiel, every single interaction, GODS, they were made for each other, “gripped u tight and raised you from perdition”, im still not over that and they basically conrtucted my whole ass childhood i owe a lot to this show.

2011- Cherik X-men

Man, i have always been a slut for X-men even from when i was small, and like i was like? 10 here so yes we stan the gay husbands and i wasn’t really aware at the time lmao, we love a queer naive queen. also very happy we got them having their Honeymoon in Paris at the end of Dark phoenix only worthy part of the movie.

idk year- Wolfstar Harry Potter series

Hey i know this are not the actual actors, but fandom decided this would be great actors for younger versions of remus lupin and sirius black and im all for it, i ADORE them with all my heart and i think i reread the harry potter books solely for their scenes together which are very little sadly, but theres always fanfic, “The marauders” by Pengiwen made me fall in love with a headcanon version of them totally recommend it.

Tagging: @musicalmedic @paranoid-peaches @give-me-malcolm-and-whump @whumpypepsigal @boatofmagic @malcolmwhumply @frankensteinsmomster @ihavejarlsberg

#tag game #ship history meme

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chut-je-dors · 5 years

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5TL ask masterpost

Hi!!! Since there are SO many. SO SO many asks about 5TL in my inbox right now, I thought of (instead of working on a crucial uni deadline I have coming up) putting them all here and writing one long-arse post (so that people’s dashes won’t be..... overwhelmed with asks. Also less tagging). So here we go - Hopefully you get your answers here! Consider it as a fic........... it’s that long. Starting from the oldest!

Anonymous said: 5 thomas lane is definitely, without a doubt, my favourite ever fic. Its bloody brilliant!! I just wanted to ask, we know dave got people being rude about john and paul, and then the incident in the supermarket, but do vera and chuck ever get any shit at school about their dads? Or do other parents ever have a go at paul and john? Love the fic, honestly its my favourite thing. Its absolutely wonderful 💞💞💞

Thank you!! That is always such a lovely thing to hear! <3

Vera and Chuck have been thankfully mostly protected from any kind of homophobia. Chuck’s friends are too young to really care about it, they just go ‘ok’ when Chuck tells that he has two dads instead of one, and as for Vera only her close friends know. It’s not that she would’ve been treating it as a secret, but usually children at that age don’t really talk about their parents openly in class. At least I wouldn’t have been able to tell if some of my classmates had two mums, since you’d spend time in small groups instead of one bigger one, and then interact with the other people in the class only for school work. So since only her good friends know (and they don’t care) she hasn’t had to face any prejudice either.

As for Paul and John, at school events they receive a stink eye at most, since the other parents can’t possibly put up a scene in front of the kids and the teachers etc. Most of them don’t care, but there are always some who will kinda, steer their kid the other way. Paul and John fortunately are aces at dealing with the hurt feelings it causes, and Vera and Chuck are yet to notice that kind of behaviour. Dave is a little bit more perseptive, but then again he’s the oldest and unfortunately remembers some of the early encounters the family had when the world’s - and Liverpool’s - view on gay people wasn’t yet as open as it is now.

Anonymous said: 5tl question!! When j and p DO fight, who apologises first? Who sulks more? (Love this bloody fic)

Both are awful stubborn mules!! It’s terrible. But at the same time they go over the fight in their head and feel sorry about it, and then eventually one of them decides not to be an idiot anymore. But I feel that overall Paul would be less inclined to apologise first if he feels he’s right, and John will come trudging over ‘cos he can’t stand it when they fight for a long time. Then again, if John absolutely feels he’s correct, he’ll hold onto his opinion with tooth and nail, and Will Sulk. John in general sulks more I think, but half of it is tongue in cheek, since they so rarely have actual fights (more like, small-ish disputes)

Anonymous said: Okay I have a 5tl question: when it comes to the kids, which parent is each the most similar to personality-wise? Like for me, I’ve always thought Dave is like a mini Paul whereas Vera just SCREAMS John to me, what’s your opinion on this? Is this something you considered when writing the kids? <333

Oh god this is such a difficult question,, after a 20-minute discussion with @thefrogchorus, (since this was such a difficult question and I needed her blessed input to sort out my thoughts) we came to the conclusion that they’re kind of a mix of both John and Paul without any definitive traits coming from their parents (Chuck is a mini-John, but that’s also because of y’kno, being his actual biological son). They’re very much their own people in my head, but especially their manners come from John and Paul, whether it be how to win an argument, or how to deal with sadness, etc.

I actually feel like Vera takes after Paul, in a way that when she puts her foot down, she’ll go through fucking stone if needs be, and Paul is very similar to that. Their sense of humour comes from both Paul and John, but I feel like they appreciate the sort of “silliness” John seems to cultivate a bit more.

Anonymous said: Can you tell us more about George and Ringo from 5TL? How did they end up together and what kinda dynamic does their relationship have? :)

George and Ringo met when Paul inherited the cottage from his grandparents back in 1998. George would come along to help rebuilding the cottage which was in a complete shambles. For the first two years Paul, John and George would sleep in a guest room at the farm since the cottage was inhabitable. In the mornings the four of them, since they quickly started getting along with Ringo, skipped over the field that separates the farm and the cottage and they’d work on the cottage all day long.

As was said in chp. 5, “The four of them got along swimmingly right from the first moment, and the very nice lad’s good-natured, calm farm-boy attitude completed the group in a strangely perfect way.“ “George started helping at the cottage very often, as well.”

So George and Ringo really got to know each other and fell in love during that time. There’s gonna be a chapter eventually that goes over these events, so I’m not going to delve too deep into it now, and some details might change over time, so that’s what you’re gonna have to do with for now :)

As for the dynamic between the two... George embodies this wonderful dry wit that matches perfectly with Ringo’s more good-natured and gentle teasing. Their relationship is easy and fun, very very soft and warm. It’s really quite relaxed, considering both of them do lot of repetitive work that takes a lot of time, and they’re like that together as well, patient and calm.

Anonymous said: Have any of the 5tl kids been lost/ran away at any point and given John and Paul a fright?

I think, in grocery shop, at most. They’ve always been quite adept at keeping the kids under their watchful eye, and the kids haven’t had any urges to run away (because while Dave has teenage angst, he has no urges to like, y’know, leave the family he loves?). Of course even when you lose your kid into a grocery shop it’s a bit of a scare, at least for the Mother Hens Paul And John, (in the early years, not so much anymore since their skin is so tough), but everything’s always worked out fine in the end.

Anonymous said: I have a questionnn: has 5tl John had issues with his weight/ insecurity in the same way that actual John did? Idk I just love getting insights into this universe

I don’t think so, not to the same extent. Probably when he was a teenager he would’ve worried a little over his figure (like all teenagers do) but in this universe he’s always stayed in a relatively good shape, body mass wise (he still can’t lift heavy things but, hey. he’s a scrawny artist cut him some slack) and as such he doesn’t have any insecurities over it. I think, if he ever grows a little bit of belly when he’s older, it’ll be received with good humour and loving taps from Paul :) <3

Anonymous said: is paul always the big spoon in 5tl or do they switch? (WHY do i only think of these questions when im going to sleep jrbhrnsfjsj) 🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔

Bless this question honestly aaahhhh <3333, Paul indeed is NOT always the big spoon, they switch, and BOTH love being the little spoon cos it makes them feels so nice. When they first started dating John might’ve taken the role of the big spoon a little more since Paul was still SMALL (bbbless,,,) but they evened it out. Sappy beings,, <33

Anonymous said: How did Martha join the 5TL family?

In the most traditional way possible: First kids wanted a dog, then Paul wanted a dog, and John grudgingly said “okay, I guess” and then suddenly there was fur everywhere and he had to go outside for long walks everyday no matter the weather and he had to keep a puppy from eating every possible furniture while Paul was at work. Poor John. (But he secretly loves Martha so it’s okay. He gets a little weak in the knees when Paul babbles to her.)

Anonymous said: How old were 5Thomas L. J+P when they started talking about kids/ did poor oleJohn hit the roof and freak out when Paul first suggested it since we know he’s not a fan of kids (except his own ofc)!

I think the discussion took place quite early in the relationship. Paul has always known he’d want kids, and as for John, and I quote the very first sentence of the whole fic,

“Having children had never been a requirement for John to live happily ever after. He would, however, be completely fine with one or two if his future partner wanted them, and he would love the kids with all his heart (if they weren’t absolutely terrible).“

So John has never hated the thought of kids, but for him the thought of them was more along the lines of “yeah I’ll be fine even if I never had them but if some where to come I wouldn’t object to it at all” so when Paul brought the subject up (like “hey how do you feel about kids? I mean ‘cos I kinda love them and I definitely wanna be a dad someday, but ofc not if it meant breaking up with you, ‘cos I’ll much more prefer a life with you ‘cos you’re like the only person I’ve ever loved and wanted to have sex with xoxo :) in fact let’s have sex right now”) John would’ve been like “yeah, cool, if it’s any possible any day i’m game even though i‘ll probably suck at being a dad because DADDY ISSUES” (the key to john’s character in any universe,,)

Remember that when John proposed Paul literally answered with “yeah i’ll marry you ONLY IF I GET TO BE THE POP”, so at that point Paul’s desires were very well known for John, and John knew what he was getting into. And as we know, John adores his kids :) So they’ve pretty much always had the agreement that one day there will be kids if it’s just possible. Only when it became the reality that they CAN adopt Dave, John started becoming nervous with the possibility of fucking up terribly, and even then he wanted to have a kid SO bad, as you can read from Chapter 12: the Bath Scene (which gives me the FEELS). That scene and chapter explain John’s stance on this pretty well! :)

Anonymous said: How tall are the 5tl kids? Just wondering <3 I love this fic

Hahah, thank you! Out of all the asks I’ve got over this fic, this is maybe one of the strangest ones - but it’s not a bad thing! Hahah I love how it got me thinking.

The average 15 year old boy in the UK would be around 5″7, but since Dave is originally from France he’s a little shorter, I’d say 5″4. Vera is 4″6, and Chuck is 3″8 :)

Anonymous said: I can imagine John getting absolutely TURNT around Rasputin by Boney M in the 5TL verse for some reason and it makes me laugh a lot

You are absolutely RIGHT this is the absolute TRUTH and it’s CANON NOW I SAID IT. John loves Boney M if only because they hit him right to where it itches. He loves singing along to Daddy Cool and Paul kinda hates it because Paul likes the Ramones and Nirvana and Rock’n Roll, baby, and then there’s John waving this disco propaganda at his head, but they work around it.

(Occasionally Paul might be caught humming Ma Baker) (Mma-mma-mma-mma-mmmaah)

Anonymous said: Do you have any more 5tl headcannons? The wait is killing me lol

Hahaha so many of them are actual spoilers but have a small list of ones that I can share with you! (Also... this whole post kinda is based on my headcanons so.... ) :D

Dave creates memes about his sucker family and sends them over in the family whatsapp group

(Credit @sunbeatle <3)

This also includes the Pepe. John loves the Pepe. He sends Paul Pepe memes all day long. Paul wants to know who this lizard is.

Chuck loves Pepe. He draws Paul a Pepe drawing. John puts it on the wall above their bed.

“John please stop. i'm not having sex in front of the lizard”

John blindfolds Paul so that Paul doesn't have to look at Pepe

“John I am going to divorce you over that lizard.”

Dave: "oh my god pop. it's a fucking frog." Paul: "wHAt part of that LIZARD looks like a FROG to you????"

Plot twist: Paul actually loves Pepe and knows it's a frog but he loves seeing how amused John gets over Paul's loathing; Anything For The Husband

(Pepe idea: Credit for Maria and Daisy. made us all howl with laughter)

John uses a ton emojis, always the wrong and the weird ones. He is VERY aware of it. Chaotic Evil.

Paul used to have the same kind of sunglasses as Kurt Cobain in the 90′s. He actually used them. They looked like this:

Terrible.

Paul sometimes writes poems, mostly humorous ones with a tongue-in-cheek about his life; it’s a nice creative outlet. He also might write poems specifically directed at the kids, so a children’s story but in poem form, and then he reads them to Chuck (or has John read them dramatically, which really fun for all of them)

There you go people! Hopefully this satisfied your bottomless thirst for more 5TL for some time! Don’t be afraid to hit me with new asks and your own headcanons, I love discussing this fic! Cheerio! <3

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Where’s the Essay, Mod Strings: All the Songs in Newsies (2017) in Order of Boppability

18. The Bottom Line

Now, normally I like villain songs. They’re usually my favorite songs in any movie, and Be Prepared is one of my favorite songs ever. However, The Bottom Line lacks the oomph of other Disney songs. It’s far too low energy, and the instrumentals are unassuming. Most villain songs make me temporarily on board with a villain’s plan, like “YES! Let’s kill the king in front of his son! Let’s lock this woman in a tower and exploit her for eternal youth!”, but The Bottom Line just makes me go “yuck, a capitalist”.

Favorite line: None, they all suck

17. I Never Planned on You/ Don’t Come A Knockin’

This song makes Jack look like a total creep, and I don’t care for that one bit. It also sounds completely out of character- if Jack doesn’t care for moonlight and poetry, then what do you call his little rooftop duet with Crutchie? Besides that, its vague and repetitive. If this song was excluded, his and Kath’s romance would look infinitely more plausible. The Bowery beauties are nice, though.

Favorite line: “Turns out my beau is just some bum/ Turns out that love ain't blind, its dumb”

16. That’s Rich

Now, before you crucify me, here me out. I love Medda- she’s the best adult in the play by far, and she’s clearly very important. But her song is..... eh. My main bone to pick with it is that it’s outside of the plot- I think it could have done a lot more for her character if Medda’s song had something to do with the newsies. Besides that, I don’t really like the style.

Favorite Line: “Now, listen, sport/ This life's too short/ To waste it on you”

15. Something to Believe in

Look, it’s a sweet song and all, but the lyrics are all off. We know for a fact that Jack and Katherine had something to believe in before each other- Katherine had herself, and Jack had literally all the newsies. Besides, I don’t really like the tune or the instrumentals.

Favorite Line: “And if you're gone tomorrow/ What was ours still will be/ I have something to believe in/ Now that I know you believed in me”

14. Watch What Happens (Reprise)

I don’t particularly like Watch What Happens, but I dislike its reprise for one reason- “go and look it up the poor GUY’S head is spinning!” You people WILL NOT shut up about that line! There are so many other good lines in this song to fixate on, why that one? Besides, I don’t like how quickly Jack gets over Crutchie’s imprisonment.

Favorite Line: “And we’ll tell them straight on/ they let Crutchie go or they keep getting pounded”

13. Watch What Happens

As I said before, I like this song a little better than it’s reprise. The chorus and the last bit are quite nice, and I like how it shows Katherine warming up to the newsies. That being said, I don’t like the tune of the verses, which make it hard to listen to.

Favorite Line: “But all I know is nothing happens if you just give in/ It can’t be any worse than how it’s been”

12. Letter from the Refuge

I like Letter from the Refuge mostly because of how it shows Crutchie’s personality. How he tries to make the newsies feel better before thinking of himself, how he makes jokes to cheer himself up, how he lies right through his teeth, et cetera. Also, the part when he sounds like he’s about to cry always gets me.

Favorite Line: “The end/ Your friend/ ... your best friend/ ...... your... brother/ Crutchie”

11. King of New York

I’m gonna be real here- not a fan of the tap dancing. Like obviously its cool in the filmed musical, but in the audio recording it just sounds really weird. The verses are kinda bad, but Albert makes up for it by yelling “KNOBBIN’ WITH ALL THE MUCKETY MUCKS IM BLOWIN’ MY DOUGH AND GOIN’ DE-LUX” at the absolute top of his lungs.

Favorite Line: “Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it/ But I was a star for one whole minute!”

10. Carrying the Banner

Ok, now we’re onto songs I actually like. Carrying the Banner has really good energy, and the tune is pretty good throughout. The constant breaks for characters to deliver lines is a little distracting, but at least it blessed us with the best line in all of newsies: “I don’t need the limp to sell papes, I got POISONALITY!”

Favorite Line: “We improves our circulation/ Walking ‘til we fall”

9. The Bottom Line (Reprise)

Now THIS is a villain song. It still doesn’t make me want to side with Pulitzer, but it does an excellent job of ramping up the tension. The Bottom Line (Reprise) takes Pulitzer from being a figure for teens to rebel against to a monster who hopefully only eats orphans figuratively (though now I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s literal).

Favorite Line: “Too bad you’ve no family/ but you can’t have mine”

8. Finale

Finale is a really sweet song. It nicely wraps up Jack’s character arc, and the part where Jack and Katherine kiss warms my cold, unfeeling heart a little. However, it does make it sound like Jack was only staying in New York for Katherine and Davey, which simply CAN’T be right- can it?

Favorite Line: “Don’t take much to be a dreamer/ all you do is close your eyes/ but some made up world is all you’ll ever see/ Now my eyes is finally open/ and my dreams, they’s average size/ but they don’t much matter if you ain’t with me”

7. Overture

The Overture always gets me lit for the musical. It features my favorite parts of my favorite songs, and provides a nice buffer between Finale and Santa Fe (Prologue) when I’m listening to Newsies on the train. It doesn’t have any lyrics, however, and I’m not a fan of that.

Favorite Line: There are no lines lol

6. Seize the Day

Mmm, I love me a good song about revolution! Seize the Day has an excellent tune, and really good lyrics. I don’t dig the tone shift, however- I think I’d like it more if the song was either slow and sweet or fast and angry, not both.

Favorite Line: “And say to the others/ who did not follow through/ you’re still our brothers/ and we will fight for you”

5. Santa Fe (Prologue)

There’s so much to talk about for this song. The melody is gorgeous- I think I like Jeremy Jordan’s more subdued vocals here. The lyrics are so sweet, and they really sell Jack and Crutchie’s friendship. And “watch me stand/ ...watch me run” is such a good line.

Favorite Line: “Close your eyes/ come with me/ where it’s clean and green and pretty”

4. Brooklyn’s Here

I just love the energy of this song! Its a lot more violent than the rest of the striking songs, and I like that. Its also so dramatic? Spot knows the difference between a kid and a newsie: and its PRESENTATION!

Favorite Line: “Now them soakers is in for a soakin’/ What a sad way to end a career”

3. Santa Fe

This song just has so much emotion to it. Jeremy Jordan sings it so well, and the reuse of a song associated with Jack’s happy place in such a sad time hits hard. The addition of the bridge is also great, and gives even more opportunities for awesome melodies.

Favorite Line: “I need space/ and fresh air/ let them laugh in my face, I don’t care”

2. Once and for All

Oof, I love me some angry boys. This is the song that comes after a major turning point- the boys are a lot more serious, and there plan is much more concrete. There is a soft bit before, but it’s a lot shorter and it follows the same pattern as the rest of the song, so I can give it a pass. Also, the key change, godDAMN, I’m getting shivers just thinking about it!

Favorite Line: “In a few hours, by dawn’s early light/ we’ll be ready to fight us a war” (I love the allusion to the national anthem)

1. The World Will Know

Here it is, folks, my favorite song. The World Will Know is the most upbeat of the four strike songs, and I appreciate that. The tune is boppy, and Crutchie gets some rad lines. But what I like most about this song are the lyrics. They’re all really well crafted- simultaneously showing the newsies’ optimism and their determination to fight it out to the end. I had such a hard time choosing a favorite lyric because they’re all so good.

Favorite Line: “And the world will know/ we been keepin’ score/ Either they gives us our rights or we gives them a war”

#mod strings has opinions #newsies #newsies songs #Jeremy jordan

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JEFF I LOVE U & UR VALID pls post ur new song thoughts

Bruce has. just stabbed me and thats the whole thoughts

PSYCH MOTHERFUCKERS STRAP IN

the fuckin soft dreamy electric guitar with the lovely repetitive metronome bass punctuated by soaring strings? what more could i WANT!!!!!!!!

The idea of the song as well... of reminding yourself that you want to heal. reminding yourself not to get too comfortable being ok with your downs because you may not get out of them with that attitude. god mate i just. wowowowowowowow.yup. thank you for that one bruce. idk the way he never end s the “hello sunshine” refrain on the tonic but always on the dominant bc it never feels finished bc healing is a process thats never finished and choosing the sun is always a question bc its always a choice and you have to choose it u r g h and i dont even know if this rly is thought through this much but my music theory and analysis buzzers are going off.

Just the softness of this single that really makes it feel like you are driving through the vast open desert in a convertible. if the whole album is this soft and this vibe (which i assume it will be) im gonna CRY A BUNCH,

ill end this with the lyric that really suckerpunched me:

“You fall in love with lonely and you’ll end up that way, hello sunshine won’t you stay”

#im not ok kiddos im not ok #bruceington #bruce springsteen #purrahms

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dolanswhore · 6 years

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Secrets.

Summary: an anon demanded this so here ya go mob!gray went to london for a few months to expand his business what he didn’t expect was falling in love and decides to bring her back with him despite her not knowing about his mob ways. ok im half asleep sorry for the misakes

Even though going to london was a choice of his own will, he expected to find business, but what he least expected to find, of course was something that never existed in his life before, never had he fallen in love, and honestly never thought he would. With the London office set up, he knew he’d need an assistant with all the work, and began interviewing immediately.

What wasn’t expected was for this long haired beauty, knocking softly on his door. He was sunned at first, he’s never seen a woman as beautiful as this one, and knew other men would agree as well. He took in her features that day, a rosy button nose from the chilly london weather, beautiful colored eyes he’s never seen before, plump heart shaped lips covered in a ruby red, the jacket she wore, tied snuggly around her waist, showing off how those beautiful curves, and that imagine will forever be burned into his memories and on top of all that after the interview he found out just how smart she really was.

“What are you doing Gray?” He was suddenly caught of guard, looking over at the beauty in front of him, long curls extending past her breast. That’s one thing he loved, running his hands through the soft strands as she would melt into him.

“Just thinking of the first time I saw you.” she smile softly, looking at the light of her phone. Taking her hand in his, pressing a soft kisses against it. “And how I knew I was a gonner the moment I met you.

“You’re too sweet.”

“I should’ve known though, pretty girls always are out of it.” Rolling your eyes, taking your hand back.

Currently they were both loosing their minds, that airplane ride was normal to gay, plus she had never been on a plane and felt kinda queasy about it. Gray was fine, just getting a little anxious as his foot tapped against the carpet repetitively, his hands twitching aching for something to touch.

Gray’s breath suddenly increased catching her attention quickly, eyes of vision following to a man who looked about his age, eyes heavily set on her. “Keep looking you dickhead, see what happens.”

Gray knew how lucky he was to have someone as beautiful and smart as her, and it bothered him when other men realized it too. “Gray!” Her hand pushing his arm, “Stop acting like an animal and be respectful!”

“Trust me darling where were going is anything but respectful.”

Gray stayed up all hours of the night with her, small pillow conversations of what life was like back home. Not even an hour later they were finally of the plane, and she couldn’t help but notice all the stairs and men respectfully nodding at him

“Why is everyone staring?”

“These men have never seen a woman as gorgeous as you peach.” Quickly her cheeks lit with heat, as Gray chuckled, pressing a small kiss to her knuckles despite the lie that burned his throat even though she was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

Gray always told you just how beautiful she is, it seemed almost constant, but somehow blush still happened. Gray sighs, he hasn’t been completely honest with her, sure he never lied to her, but never told her that exact truth.

The man she knew was Grayson Dolan, owner of one of the biggest Cargo Offshoring around. Of course he was sacred, he was scared that this would blow up in his face. He couldn’t ignore it though it was time to come home, to get back to his men.

“This is beautiful.” she mumbles, taking in the elegance of mansion in front of her. Gray pushed the door open with a smile, the familiar memories burning against his skull, it grew even wider at the sight of his twin brother almost tackling him to the ground.

“YOu’re never allowed to leave again!!” Ethan exclaims, the stories he would share with Gray later would explain why, he always was his brother’s second hand man when it came to the gang, but these months left him in charge, and he hated it more than anything.

“ look who it is!” Finn exclaims, stopping at the sudden sight of her. A small whistle leaves his lips, “The pictures Gray showed me have nothing on you.”

“Alright, fuck off.” Gray knew this was going to happen, he knew that at every chance his brother got they would flirt and tease him as much as he could. “What I’m just saying you’re lucky.”

He smiles, his hand wrapping around hers in a handshake. “Y/N Right?”

“Yes.” She smiles sweetly, obviously knowing that he was his twin brother Ethan. “Ethan right?”

“Yes I’m this big hunk’s brother.” She chuckles, unbutton her jackets buttons as Gray stands behind her hovering it over her shoulders as she takes her arms out. He presses a soft kiss against her neck, “Ignore him, he’s an asshole.”

“Rude.” E mumbled rolling his eyes. Y/N’s eyes widen at the beauty of the house, obviously professionally decorated with the post expensive splashes of gold, and white. “Mom’s coming soon.”

“Welcome home baby.” The dimpled smile against his handsome face, the rough stubble burned her skin as he pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

“It’s beautiful gray.” It was amazing, beyond what she was expecting, of course he stayed at the most beautiful condo he could find while in London but this blew her completely away.

Suddenly the room was greeted with excited blue eyes, jumping into the arms of her son. “Gray i missed you so much! You’re never allowed to leave that long ever again.”

He chuckles arms wrapping tightly around his mother, “I missed you too ma.”

“And look at you, gray you told me she was was gorgeous but oh my.” Her arms now wrapped around her in a bone crushing hug, “You’re father had a meeting he’ll be here soon, he is so proud of you dolly.”

Hours passed by minutes enjoying each other’s company, his mother loving his girlfriend even more. Gray knew she would, he truly did get lucky with Y/N, but couldn’t help but feel a small flutter in his chest from being with her for so long and not telling her the truth. It was sudden when four men walked through the door without knocking, panting for air as they explained there was a problem. Gray and Ethan stood in seconds, pressing a kiss against her temple.

It was strange just to watch him leave, and leaving someone in the room with them. Actually demanding him to stay. The yelling in other room could just be heard, it was unlike Gray to just leave without a word and especially for this long, making an uneasy feeling wash over her.

“Stop fucking looking at her.” Grayson’s mother was gone by now saying she was going to call their father, Grayson’s jaw was locked as the man quickly apologized eyes not meeting any of them, he nods as they all leave the room.

“Every fucking time I leave you somewhere this happens.” Gray’s voice was raspy from all the yelling. “You’re too pretty for your own good.”

“I have to say something doesn’t seem right to me Gray too many secrets, why is everyone listening to you?” It was no surprise to him that she caught on being one of the smartest people he’s ever knew, but played it off anyways, trying to not get caught up in a web of lies.

“Nothing is going on babygirl. Ready to see our room?” Gray was too quick to avoid the question. There was no point in fighting with Gray, he was stubborn and a very strong headed person, and when he wanted her to know, she would know. With a sigh, getting up from the stool, she decided argue about it tonight, but tomorrow that’s another story.

#grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan #grayson dolan x reader #dolan twins #the dolan twins imagine

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review: hajimari no kyojin (osaka 6/1)

so. hello. i usually write up my butai thoughts as, um, 100+ tweet threads in the immediate wake of whatever i just saw, but this time around i thought i'd work them out into a proper report, of a sort. if you, too, have seen this show already and want to talk about it... please. any time. always.

about reviewing: this is my very favorite 2.5D franchise, ever. but this is also a review, not a cheerleading exercise, so not every single thing i have to say is unrelentingly positive. having said that, i respect kinoshita, wada, suga-zachou, and the staff at large more than just about any creative team in this corner of japanese theater fandom so like. i'm not here to drag, lol.

about spoilers: i talk about the plot elements covered but try to avoid spoiling any of the fun production surprises. :) happy to do a more spoilery play-by-play later if folks are curious.

about length: i just checked and it's 2400 words im so sorry.

without further ado...

first of all, i admit that based on the preview clips i doubted, and i was swiftly taken to task for doubting. IM SORRY WORRY-SAN i trust u implicitly and i should have known better. after the major changes in shinka no natsu, i was concerned that bringing back the revolving stage and the original opening theme would feel stale/regressive. it did not. while they did bring back the revolving element they also extended the stage backward and added a second level behind a full stage height projection screen – the second level was used to do some neat staging for flashbacks/parallels and the screen was used to, how shall we say this, up their projection game in a major way, which i frankly did not think was possible. i will not spoil the details but it was pretty great, on a purely technical level.

i also realized that a lot of the repetition – opening with the bike scene, bringing back the original opening credits music, the staging, etc – is the "look back" over the last couple years that i'd expected to come this fall. they are very obviously already preparing for the end – you could think of this as part one of their last show, with the fall as part two. the show opens with a restaging of sixth grader hinata seeing the little giant on tv for the first time – then the current karasuno team take the place of the tv and hinata joins them for a team jog. "karasuno, fight!" "oh!" "fight!" "oh!" only then each character calls out their signature line from the show so far. "uchi no renchuu wa chanto tsuyoi" / "mou tobenai karasu nante yobasenai" / "murabito b mo tatakaemasu!"

and haha. let me tell you. BOY, DID I FEEL THINGS. a lot of things. i think yachi got me the worst but they were all real bad. (i have so many feelings about yachi's story and what a beautiful job saitou ami did with her character on stage. god. ;_;)

the theme of this play was the role of captain – what makes a good captain, what a captain does for the team, and how to step into those shoes when the captain is gone. the johzenji match is fun, but here, in a sense, it exists more or less to set up the wakutani match – (re)establishing daichi's importance so that his absence feels like the gut punch it is. and fully settling the weight of that responsibility on ennoshita's shoulders, as both daichi's substitute on the court and the captain-in-waiting.

with that in mind, the rival schools: imo it wasn't strictly necessary to cast full teams for each school – each match got its own dedicated act, and unlike, for example, nekoma/datekou in karasuno fukkatsu (which had a similar story structure), there aren't really any individual characters on these rival schools who have a role as such other than terushima and takeru. (you know, the captains. see above. XD) so in theory one could get this done with, like, one actor for each captain and then an ensemble cast playing the rest of the team across both matches. HOWEVER, having all those bodies allows them to do super cool stuff visually, and why force yourself to create the illusion of a full team if you don't have to? i.e., /i/ sure am not complaining, isn't it nice to have $$$ to achieve the max vision of your choreographer. XD

i also have no doubt that the kids playing these other characters are doing whatever they can to create a character within the ensemble, and i suspect there's plenty for repeat viewers to pick up on, esp during say the johzenji match (see below). however for the first time viewer following the main flow of the story it's more or less a very large ensemble cast.

the johzenji chaos was well expressed, haha, there was so damn much going on all the time that i hardly knew where to look. (i've also seen opinions on j-twitter that that diluted the impact and i can see that too – it worked for me as a "funny" match that didn't cross the line into comic relief, but ymmv.) i thought the final scene with misaki would pack more of a punch, but i fully expect them to cry at daisenshuuraku so that might fill in the last 10% that's missing rn.

wakutani are another Good Dance Team. one did get a sense, stylistically, of fukurodani- and nekoma-lite with johzenji and wakunan, respectively – i assume that was intentional. mirroring the cats vs owls match, as it were. yanagihara rin's takeru was like… scary?? i had to rewatch those episodes this weekend to see if i'd just forgotten something, but no, stage takeru is not so much reliable middle brother as scowly quiet tough guy. he looked like a kyoutani tbh, and looking at the kid actually cast for kyoutani, one wonders if someone in casting mixed up some paperwork or something. having said that, yanagihara was great at being the character he was, i enjoyed what he did on stage. i'm just not sure that character was takeru. XD (edit: ok having just rewatched, i have to revise this somewhat, i think a big part of my impression was due to being too far back to properly see his expressions the first time around -- up close he was much smilier, and bc i was thinking about it i noticed some nice details like him going over for a family hug afterward.) otoh big post-match scene – all of wakutani, actually – was really good. v effective, i heard sniffles around me.

during this match, johzenji reappeared dressed as takeru's family: FUCKING HILARIOUS omg, everyone involved has clearly learned how to do this right wrt blocking, the very fine line between comic relief and intrusion, etc, after the, er, shaky shousha to haisha experiment of kuroken doubling as oikawa's fangirls. seichou shita na, errone.

also, some great wire work for hinata and takeru – you could tell kenta is really comfortable up there these days. the first time the wires came into play one of the women behind me went "UWO!" which, when a japanese theatergoer makes a noise out loud, that's a true sign something's impressive. XD

nekoma vs fukurodani: Yeah, That Happened. it is a testament to how well done karasuno vs wakunan was that i didn't just spend the entire time screeching BRING BACK CATS VS OWLS because fjkdajfkdlsfjd KYAA. another good staging moment – they used mirrors to create the effect of two full teams playing at a crowded gymnasium, it was brill. i won't spoil some of the fun details but vvjakdlfjdf. and tbh i think the best performance of the four was probably shouri's?? not that this is news but istg idk how someone so soft offstage does THAT on stage. is it this "acting" thing you speak of.

new bokuaka: i mean it was clear some of this material was meant for yoshimoto kouki and i did kinda miss him – i appreciate higashi-san's pinch hitting and he did a solid job. but. ah well. HAVING SAID THAT. fucking "michi wo tsukurimasu yo" i mean we should all be grateful it wasn't kouki and yuuki or it would have just been a fucking fanfic on stage. it was still bad and i don't even go here. XD

and last but not least, arita ushiwaka kenji: not exactly the world's most natural line delivery but that's fine because, i mean, he's ushiwaka. and his physical presence was perfect. which was about all he was called on to do in this particular show, ahaha.

now, for karasuno. and specifically, for my son, kawahara kazuma. remember what i said approximately a thousand words ago, about captains and captains in waiting and stepping up to the plate? (or onto the court, as it were.) ennoshita's story was the heart of the wakutani match and kazuma carried the second act. he was. so. good. he had good material to work with, of course, but he made it even better. i was saying to a friend that in retrospect i think this is one of the very very few parts of the series that actually played better and more emotionally affecting on stage than in the source material (as opposed to differently good/differently affecting). in the manga/anime, you can only see what the paneling or the frame shows you, and those initial paneling/framing choices are focused on the drama of CAPTAIN DOWN. but on the stage, daichi goes down… and off to the side you see ennoshita freeze. and from that moment on, for kazuma, it's go time. he doesn't let up until the end of post-match scene in (here) the locker room – which, jesus, that scene. it packs ten times the punch it does in the anime. because of kazuma.

sorry if i sound like a crazy person here ahaha. but like. like, imagine you have been acting since childhood, you've studied dance with famous choreographers and innovators, you had a main role in The Franchise That Changed 2.5D as a teenager, you've done a solo album, you have a serious history in performing arts... and you get cast in what was initially the smallest role of the entire karasuno team. and you take it! and pull your weight! kazuma was a team player for three years and he deserved this chance to let his actual skills shine so much. ;_; because i don't necessarily think he would have been better in any of the other roles than his actual teammates – but i do think he is a much better actor than several of his actual teammates. and he finally got the opportunity to show that.

anyway, when it came time for curtain calls, the applause swelled noticeably for kazuma – a louder ovation than anyone except kagechan and kenta. and one of those people clapping her hands off, say in row 20, just a random row choice, was definitely tearing up at the same time.

IN OTHER KARASANEWS. kt-san. LIVE IN PERSON KT-SAN BACK IN THE ROLE HE WAS MEANT FOR cries into my hands i love him daichi-saaaaaaaaaan. very occasionally his delivery reminded me he's a model not an actor, if you know what i mean, but like, for the vast part it didn't matter because he is naturally such a perfect fit. have i mentioned i love him.

new suga: mmmmm. he looked and moved fine but his line delivery did not convince me. tbf it's not like suga has a huge role to play in these matches so 1) it's not a huge deal 2) he didn't get much chance to get into the character. either he'll get better or he won't, and if he doesn't it's not going to sink the next play or anything. he seems like a nice enough kid, i wish him well!

kageyama tatsuya: still can't yell and enunciate at the same time. loved that they brought back the archer analogy from shinka no natsu though!! it was one of my favorite things about his kageyama, and it's nice that it's something he "owns" instead of imitating/inheriting from tatsunari.

tsukishima & yamaguchi: miura kairi continues to get even better, i'm so pleased. <3 also, i love love love that they still use the musical motif from shousha to haisha for yamaguchi's jump float serve. it was the same in shinka no natsu, it's the same here. THE TSUKKIYAMA WAS REAL CUTE, great detail work before and after the serve as well as after tsukki's block(s). as for tsukishima, much as they brought back kageyama's archer imagery, they brought back tsukki's fancy katana kill block. (they didn't waste kondou shouri, either, i'll leave it at that.)

last but not least, MY ACTUAL SON AND FEELINGS TWIN, SUGA KENTA: ok like. to set the scene here. i have mad respect for this kid and also love him to death as a human. i think he puts more thought into this production than anyone else in the cast – he is practically worry-san's AD. and he clearly has a lot of real deep thoughts and feelings about the source material. so deep in fact that it took a while for me to come around to his hinata because while, for example, tatsunari's kageyama could have walked straight off my television screen, kenta went down to the manga and built hinata up from there. he didn't have a choice – he's nothing like murase ayumu's voice. all too often we, and i include myself here, think of the two dimensions in 2.5D as anime, rather than manga... but just as there's a big gap between the two dimensions of animation and the three dimensions of live theater, there's as big a gap again between static black-and-white drawing, and movement and color and sound. and when i looked at kenta's hinata as something created solely from furudate's art style, it all slotted into place for me. (naturally, ymmv.)

it also took kenta longer than some of the others, i think, to portray all of what he wanted to. shoen hinata was pretty yelly, and pretty single-register yelly. hinata is a yelly character, of course, but the balance between that hinata and Serious Match Hinata was out of whack at first. this got better and better with every show. and then—

his encounter with ushiwaka here. was IT. it was what i was looking for all this time. his delivery of hinata's big line there was like – i think maybe i clapped my hands over my mouth, unclear, bc it was like the final missing piece and i was so happy. kentaaaaa. ;____;

part of me wonders if this is what kenta's always had in his head but maybe couldn't get his face/voice to express the way he wanted it? OR, IT'S KENTA, SO MAYBE IT WAS ON PURPOSE and his previous Serious Hinata was meant to be like, just a feral hunger child whereas this is the kid who experienced the heartbreak of losing to seijou. i would love to ask him tbh. XD

anyway, my son, after five plays continues to grow in his portrayal of this character. kenta is the heart of gekidan haikyuu in so many ways, and i will be at their graduation show if it kills me.

(breathes out) i think that's. everything. a best setter award to anyone who read this far, and feel free to ask if there's anything specific you want to know about? i will be seeing it again this weekend for daisenshuuraku and will be sure to report back on who cried, etc. all hail volleyball stage the end. 🏐

#review #engeki haikyuu #hajimari no kyojin #im sorry i have so many feelings #AND THIS IS THE EDITED VERSION #i spared you my intensive theories on how kazuma ended up in this role in the first place #i just #look #i love this production so much

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“Blue Eyes Can Kill”: Chapter I

Note: Don’t mind the Japanese in the title board, idk if it’s right, im only learning Japanese ok HAHAHAHAH JUST SHHHHH. This is just a plot that i thought about last year and I was supposed to draw a manga for it, but that didn’t turn out well. So here it is. Also, this is an AU where Ryosuke’s still in HS and he gets into serious trouble

Teaser: “Hello?? Mom? Can you hear me?? It’s me, Ryosuke. Why weren’t you answering my calls?? Listen, Dad is dead. He was killed by this… I don’t know what the hell he is, just please, please stay safe. I won’t be coming home soon, but I guarantee you that I’ll keep in touch. Mom, I-I can’t t-take it anymore… I-it hurts… Just… if you see a mysterious man walk by, wearing a fedora, shades, and a grey coat, please, please, please…

Don’t look him in the eyes.”

Chapter I: “You’re One of Us Now.”

Ryosuke looked down as he walked. His shoes made tapping sounds each step he took. His leather shoes weren’t polished, dust was collecting on the top as it showed the blurriest reflection of the sky. His hand was in his pocket, the other carrying his school bag. His school uniform jacket was open as his white sleeveless top peeked through. He looked up, he was now crossing a bridge. He stopped in the middle of his tracks, leaning against the dirty stone railing.

He looked down on the river, seeing kids play by the riverside, a couple having a picnic, and a group of girls sitting and chatting. He breathed in, and out. It was a boring day for Ryosuke. He went to school, learned a little bit, sweat a little bit, and went home in what felt like 12 hours. A slow and eventless day—just like every other day. He wished something would change sometimes.

Huffing, he swung his bag over his shoulder, and turned to walk home. Turning to the left, then straight ahead, then to the right, then left, then left again, then straight ahead. It was a direction he knew like the back of his hand. It was repetitive, nothing special about it. He opened his house’s gate, hearing the ever so irritating high-pitched creak as he entered the garden and closed the gate.

“Ku!”, he smiled, crouching down as his little toy poodle jumped on his lap. He ruffled his fur, and then held the dog by its stomach and bottom. The door to his house was slightly opened, so he lightly kicked it, making enough room for him to enter. He took off his shoes and crouched, letting the dog go on the floor. “I’m home!!”, he declared, as he could hear his mother cooking in the kitchen. “Welcome home!”, his mother greeted. He breathed in, smelling the freshly cooked food his mother so lovingly prepared.

The food that his mother prepared was the only change he had in his every day life. Every day, there was a new dish on the table, new tastes for his taste buds to try, but more than that, more delicious food to fill his appetite. “What’s for dinner?”, he asked, grabbing the newspaper off the kitchen table. “Take a guess.”, his mother smiled as he sniffed the air. “Tonkatsu?”, he guessed, and she shook her head.

Just then, Chihiro, his sister, ran downstairs with a brown envelope. “Nope, it’s actually pork stew.”, she smirked, then slamming the envelope on the table right in front of him. He looked at it and then at his sister with a confused face. “Since you guessed wrong, you have to take this to dad’s police station.”, she evilly grinned, then turning to walk away, leaving Ryosuke to do the task. “Hey! Dad told you to bring it to him, didn’t he?!”, he shouted, Chihiro still climbing up the stairs, “Yeah, but it’s sunset, and it’s dangerous for a girl to go out at night!”, she said in a mocking tone.

Ryosuke rolled his eyes, grabbing the envelope from the table and turning to the door. “Ryosuke! Be back early! If possible, go home with your father, okay? He can’t stay at work too late.”, she reminded her son, and Ryosuke nodded as he slipped back into his shoes. “I’ll be going!”, he declared, “Have a safe trip!”, his mother replied.

Off to the street, his gaze went up to the sky, the sun was setting, casting an orange tone on the sky. He walked, looking at the familiar houses in the neighborhood. He bit his lip, wanting to own his own house, wanting to buy a house for his parents as well. Ryosuke was only 17, merely a high school student. He had big dreams, big ambitions, he was going to college after high school, and then graduate; he wanted to become a teacher. He had his life planned ahead, and he wanted to continue to live up to it.

He reached the bridge he was on awhile ago. As he walked, he noticed a group of people running away from the direction he was heading to. “That’s odd.”, he said to himself. Nevertheless, he maintained to walk, putting a brave front up despite an eerie vibe he was feeling. Something was wrong, no doubt. Why are all these people running away?

As he was nearing the station, he could hear police sirens, ambulances, and multiple footsteps. “PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR PLEASE, SIR.”, a megaphone blasted, as Ryosuke’s eyes widened. It was his dad speaking. “IF YOU SURRENDER NOW, WE WILL DO NO HARM.”, he continued. Ryosuke turned to the corner, seeing multiple police cars, an ambulance, and a barricade of policemen in the scene. “Who are they arresting?”, he thought. Then, he felt something even more unusual. Why aren’t there any bystanders? Why is he the only one watching?

Then, he noticed a man in the middle of the scene, being completely surrounded by guns. He had shades on, a fedora hat, and a bloody gray coat. He was eerily smirking, slowly turning his head to show his mischievous smirk to everyone. His hands in his pocket, he took one out, raising it, taking off his sunglasses. He looked down as everybody prepared to shoot.

“SIR, PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS UP. SURRENDER NOW.”, his father said. Ryosuke peeked his head out, only letting one eye see what was happening. The tension in the air was thick as suspense filled Ryosuke. He was worried, scared of what could happen, and yet somewhat interested as well. The sky was turning into a deep red-orange. Darker, and darker, it felt as if the world was eating up his only light. As the sun set, Ryosuke felt like he fell deeper and deeper into danger.

… And he did.

The man looked up, a bright blue ray of light shot from his eyes as he looked at everybody in the theirs. Each man his gaze has passed at fell to the ground, shouting, whimpering, screaming in agonizing pain; a spray of blood followed. “DAD GET OUT OF THERE!”, Ryosuke shouted, calling the attention of the man. At that split moment, he caught the man’s gaze, seeing a bright blue light flashing before his one eye, the other, being covered by the wall he was hiding behind.

He felt it burn.

“Ryosuke!!”, his father exclaimed, and then suddenly catching the gaze of the man, falling to the ground as he tried to run to his son.

He felt it sting.

Ryosuke fell back onto the ground, feeling a stinging sensation on his right eye, the one that had looked at the man. He was breathing heavily, eyes wide as half of his vision turned red. Hands shaking, he touched his right eye; it was wet. He brought it up to look at it—it was red. He felt blood drip down half of his face as he screamed in terror and pain.

He screamed, but no one heard him. Everyone was dying. Some were grasping onto the road, trying to get help, others, breathing heavily as they tried to hang on for dear life, and others—dead. He spotted his father, eyes bleeding with large burn patches were on his exposed skin. “Dad!!”, he cried, crawling to his father. He took a quick look to find the man who had done this, but he was long gone.

“Ryosuke…”, his father coughed, reaching out to nothingness, unable to see anything. Ryosuke cradled his father’s torso on his lap, crying. “I-I can’t see anything…”, his father’s voice was coarse. “Dad…”, was all he could say. His father chuckled, raising his hand to try to guess where Ryosuke’s face was. When he did, he swiped his tears away, “Don’t cry, son.”. Despite what he said, a tear fell from his bloody eyes, mixing with the red liquid.

“What’s for dinner?”, he asked, letting his arm slowly fall back down, showing a sign of weakness. Ryosuke sniffled, chuckling as a tear fell, “Pork stew.”. “Ahh, my favorite.”, he said, his head now facing up to the sky, his smile about to fade away. “Dad, please stay with me. Mom said we have to come home together.”, he cried. His father didn’t reply. “Dad! Dad! Please!”, he cried, shaking his father as his father gave his last chuckle,

“Home… Yes… We’ll go home…”

The young boy cried, cradling his father. “D-dad…”. “I promise I’ll go stag beetle hunting with you…”, he lightly chuckled, biting his lip and sniffling, “Just please don’t leave us, dad.”. The sky turned from the bloody orange, down to its darkest purples. His father was dead.

Then, Ryosuke’s ear started to ring. It was like the creak in his gate; a high-pitched sound he hated so much was now continuously ringing in his ear. He slowly laid his father down on the ground, pressing his palms in his ears and squinting. More blood dripped down his cheek as he squinted; a weird feeling of warm and thick liquid made him cringe.

The noise wouldn’t stop. He grunted, feeling immense pain on his face and in his head now. Suddenly, he started to hear whispers. At first, it was soft, incoherent and overpowered by the ringing. Then later, it was louder, it was as if a person was whispering it directly to his brain. He tried to understand what it was saying.

“Yuuga road… Block 4… Tama’s Izakaya… Behind… Down…”

Ryosuke furrowed his eyebrows, trying to understand what it meant. The voice sounded like it was from an adult. An old groggy yet commanding voice. Yuuga road? Why would he go there? That road was sketchy, with multiple bars on each street, and a few run-down love hotels. “Go there… Go there… Go there…”, it repeated, over and over again. “Why would I…”, he said, and then regretting it as the ringing was louder, causing him to grunt in pain, pressing his ears harder.

He looked up, hearing ambulance sirens arrive, he gasped, feeling a drop of hope. “Go… Go… Go. Go. Go. Go.”, the voice in his ear started to push him, he couldn’t take it. “What the fuck is going on?!”, he cursed to himself. As the headlights of the ambulances started to appear, the ringing in his ear became unbearable. He surrendered, standing up and running away from the scene. He pressed on his ears, hoping the ringing would stop. “Please, please, please stop.”.

He stopped to turn back and take a look at his father as medics were crowding over them. He bit his lip, saying his silent goodbye to his father, feeling depressed and hopeless. “Yuuga road.”, he remembered. He then turned to continue walking, determined to find out what was happening.

The neighborhood was eerily quiet, not a single person passed by. As he limped to the address, pressing on his ears as the noise faded away, he felt himself break inside. Around an hour ago, he was fine. He was bored, even. He was expecting that nothing was to happen, even though he wanted something to shake up his day. But now, he regretted thinking that. He thought it was selfish of him. He soon grew to hate himself, crying as he slowly removed his hands from his ears.

He wept, falling down to his knees in the middle of the road. His hands on his face, feeling the dried blood and the wet tears on his palms. If only he had wished that everything stayed the same. If only he… If only he. He didn’t know what he could have done to turn things around. Maybe if his father changed his job, maybe if he didn’t bring in the bad vibes… Maybe if that blue-eyed bastard didn’t live.

He looked up, finding a green telephone booth. He sniffled, standing up and limping, trying to get to the booth. He held onto the frame, fishing a coin out of his pocket and slipping it into the coin slot. He dialed up his home’s number. As it dialed, he caught a glimpse of what he looked like on the booth’s glass. His right eye was bloody, a large blood clot blocked the whites of his eye. His hair was disheveled with sweat. His white sleeveless was covered in blood. He looked like the mess he was inside.

The phone did not pick up. He fished for a coin again, dialing again and it did not pick up. Lord knows he had prayed to the God he didn’t believe in, hoping that his mother and his two sisters were still alive. He bit his lip, crying, just at the thought that he had no family anymore. He couldn’t believe so. He fished out for another coin, the last coin. He pursed his lips, slipping it into the slot and dialing again. “Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up.”, he silently pleaded.

“Hello?”, his mother answered, sending relief down Ryosuke’s body.

Just then, the ringing in his ears began again, louder and louder each second that he was off his tracks. He grunted in pain, causing his mother to worry, “Hello? Who is this?”. He couldn’t hear what his mother was saying anymore. He just had to relay the message, to keep them safe.

“Hello?? Mom? Can you hear me?? It’s me, Ryosuke. Why weren’t you answering my calls?? Listen, Dad is dead. He was killed by this… I don’t know what the hell he is, just please, please stay safe. I won’t be coming home soon, but I guarantee you that I’ll keep in touch. Mom, I-I can’t t-take it anymore… I-it hurts… Just… if you see a mysterious man walk by, wearing a fedora, shades, and a grey coat, please, please, please…

Don’t look him in the eyes.”

On that note, he fell to his knees in tears and agony, the phone was left hanging by its chord. He grunted in pain, gargling his voice down as his hands clawed on his head. “Please make it stop… Please make it stop…”, he cried. “Ryosuke?? Son! Are you okay—oh my goodness, what is happening.”, his mother cried through the phone.

“Leave… Leave… Leave… Leave…”, the voice in his head repeated. He looked forward, slowly standing up. Putting one foot in front, then the other, trying to walk amidst all that was going on in his head. Suddenly, he felt light sprinkles of water fall on his skin. Soon, they were heavy drops of rain. The rain made it hard for him to see clearly, squinting his eyes as his vision blurred from time to time. He cried to himself. He was a 17-year-old—merely a kid. He didn’t know why he deserved this. He didn’t know who thought that he deserved this.

Soon, the red lights of the sketchy neighborhood appeared. People were now walking through the streets, prostitutes, possible criminals, drugged people, everyone who was on the blacklist of the police. And he knew that because his father is one… or was one. He slowly walked through the streets, these people not giving a single damn about this young man bleeding and limp.

He found the crooked street-sign, “Yuuga St.”, it read. The street was rather narrow compared to the others. He stepped through puddles, a few speedbumps and walked past sketchy people. He looked up, finding the red neon sign that sent half-assed relief down his body. “Tama’s Izakaya”, it read. He looked to its side, finding a narrow alley leading to the back of the building. He slowly limped towards the dark alley. It was infested with roaches, rats, and flies. It was disgusting.

He reached the back of the building, and he was met with another alley. To his left, the back of the bar, and to his right, a run-down love hotel. It was obviously not a star hotel considering you could hear faint moans and grunts from the inside. He walked through the fog, wondering what “Down” meant.

He stepped on puddles as he looked down, and under the fog was a hatch. He blinked, heavily breathing, feeling anxious and scared of what was down there. “Down… Down… Down…”, the voice in his head repeated. He gulped, crouching and reaching for the wet and rusty handle of the hatch. He raised it, water pouring from the door of the hatch as it revealed a ladder going down. It had moss growing on each side, and rust infesting the metal bars of the ladder.

He stepped down on each bar, holding onto another as he went down the ladder, letting his whole-body pass through before he closed the hatch from the inside. Once it was closed, everything was dark. He could easily take a wrong step and slip to his death. He gulped, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, mixing with the rain water.

Ryosuke found a spot of light from below, and as he neared it, he found out that it was a little window on a metal door leading to a room. Once he felt that there were no more metal bars to step on, he let his feet land on the floor. He turned around, finding the door right in front of him. He peeked through the window, it was dusty, only showing a blurry image of what was behind it.

Looking below to find the door handle, he hesitated to open it, only to be pushed by the ringing in his head; it was like this ringing was controlling him to do all these acts. His hands were shaking as he turned the knob, opening the door slightly, suddenly hearing someone humming. He recognized the song they were humming, “Live to Die Another Day” by MIYAVI. He found that sense of relief, maybe it was just a normal person for him to encounter. Maybe the first normal person he encountered all night.

He opened the door more, letting his body slip through. He examined the room; the floor and walls were concrete, much like in a sewage, but it was a lot cleaner, and the walls were painted red. Lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling were the only ones providing light. There were some weights and gym equipment in the corner of the room, and right in the middle of the room was a giant television screen, with a red leather couch in front of it. “What is this place?”, he thought to himself.

There were sounds of showering rain to his right, hearing the humming along with it. He looked to his right, as his eyes widened. There, he found a woman, naked, taking a shower as her back faced him. “Loving is easy…”, she sang, not particularly well, but she sang. “Loving is easy”, she sang as Ryosuke neared, finding a big scar on her back. They were slashes, tiger stripes, most likely caused by whips. “Loving is easy.”, she sang. Ryosuke gasped as she began to turn around, “Leaving’s the hard pa—”.

At that split moment, her eyes widened, full of shock, and soon, full of rage. Ryosuke, full of regret, wanting to turn back time, wanting to never have come here, wanting to never have lived, even. She screamed, shielding her body away as she threw a towel at him, him, using it to shield his eyes. “Who the fuck are you?!”, she shrieked. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!”, he repeatedly bowed, not knowing what to say. “Why are you here??!!”, she shouted as she threw on a robe. “I-I don’t k-know…”, he began to cry.

As soon as she tied the robe around her waist, she grabbed him by his shirt, letting the towel drop from his eyes. He felt so much strength, just through that one grab, it was like she could rip his shirt with no effort. She looked him in the eye, finding that one, one was bleeding, and two, she knew who he was. He looked terrified, unable to focus, and was on the brink of hyperventilating. Tears were spilling everywhere as he whimpered, looking into her eyes. Only one of her eyes were bright blue. It was glowing, even. It reminded him of the man whom he has met only a while ago. And after all that, he recognized her.

“Ryosuke?”

“Y/N?”

They blinked as her blue eye started to fade. “W-what are you doing here?”, she slowly let go of his shirt, letting his support himself with his arms behind him. “I-I don’t know…”, he shook his head, crying. Y/N is Ryosuke’s batchmate. They’ve never been classmates throughout their three years in the same high school, but they did know each other. Ryosuke was known in school for being attractive, for having tons of girls crushing on him. Y/N, on the other hand, was popular for being a laid-back senior. She had no care whatsoever about any event, nor did she show any emotion. It was a shock for Ryosuke to see her so angry, furthermore, shocking to see one of her eye glow blue.

“Amari!!” she started to call out to nothingness as she circled the room. She looked up, “Amari, what the fuck is happening?!”, she cursed. There was no response, and at this point, Ryosuke was 100% sure his schoolmate was a lunatic. She kept calling out Amari, with nothing appearing, though she was determined, and sure, that someone was going to respond.

Suddenly, the TV screen turned on, showing a static screen. They both turned their heads, Y/N quickly faced the TV as Ryosuke sat up. “Ah, I see you’ve met your new partner.”, a voice of a man spoke. “Partner?”, she looked at Ryosuke, then back to the screen. “What do you mean partner?”. “Y/N, my dear—”, “Don’t call me ‘my dear’.”, she interrupted the voice as it chuckled.

“Alright, Y/N. Do you remember how you got that blue eye?”, it asked, Y/N breathed in, slowly nodding, “Well, he got it too.”. Ryosuke blinked. Blue eye? He got a blue eye? Was this some kind of disease, or something? “You mean he…”, she paused in realization. “Yes, he survived.”, it finished her sentence.

She looked back at him, walking towards him and lending a hand for him to stand up. He hesitated to grab it but took it anyway. She helped him up, and he dusted himself off. “Poor thing.”, she commented with eyes of pity for him. Why did she pity him? “So, he’s going to be like me from now on?”, she asked, “Yes.”, it answered, you could hear the grin in its voice. She faced him, eyes of pity as she placed a hand on his shoulder,

“Unfortunately, you’re one of us now.”

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