#my heart really wouldn't be able to take it of that isn't true

[miyamoratsumuu]

idk if u saw but i think someone working in production for haikyuu (i reblogged the post dont trust me on this) said that the timeskip would be getting animated

yk what that means

timeskip atsumu

YES YES I DID OMG I ABSOLUTELY WENT FERAL ON TWITTER WITH THE RETWEETS 😭😭 AND YEAH TIMSEKIP ATSUMUUUUUAIDBWMDKQHBDKWBS i really do apologize for the person I'll become when I see THE timeskip atsumu u guys 😞 i NEEDDD TOO SEE WHEN HIM AND OIKAWA MEET AND WHEN OSAMU AND AKAASHI MEET PLEASEEJEBDBSNXIQVDJB and AS SOON as I hear atsumu say omi-kun I'm GONE I'll have an instant heart attack my heart won't be able to take it

[narumi-gens]

boundaries gojo satoru x f!reader

post-breakup!gojo who can't quite follow through on the breaking up. he's as present in your life after he ended things as he was when you were still dating.

he still blows up your phone at all hours with nothing important. he insists on holding your hand when you walk side-by-side. he still uses your apartment key, which you never had the heart to ask for him to return. you've ended up in more than one heated makeout session with him, although you have managed to keep them from progressing past him feeling up your tits over your bra.

and when you end up in the hospital after a mission, he shows up before even shoko can get there. you sigh when his towering form appears in the doorway of the room you've been given.

"looks worse than it is," you say and despite the way you slur your words due to the painkillers, it's true.

your concussion, while serious, isn't something that wouldn't heal on its own. your broken ribs managed to avoid puncturing any organs. even the burst blood vessel in your left eye that's colored the white of your eye a ghastly red is only really a surface-level injury.

but for once, the man who never shuts up stays silent as he pulls a chair close and sits at your bedside. he reaches for your hand but pauses when you wince at the pressure on the two fingers that are fractured and wrapped in a splint. instead, he settles for loosely holding onto your wrist.

"shoko's gonna fix it all anyways," you tell him through a yawn, your eyelids feeling heavy. "'sides, you shouldn't even be here. boundaries, satoru. 'member?"

it's a word that you've tossed in his face so many times since the breakup that it's lost all meaning. and it doesn't help that you've never managed to say it with any sort of real weight. instead, it usually comes out on the end of a resigned sigh.

you can feel his gaze on you even through his dumb sunglasses. normally, even post-breakup, you would reach out and pull them down his nose to meet those cursed eyes of his and make some joke. but with your brain working at a diminished capacity and your arm hooked up to an IV full of the best painkillers japan's doctors have to offer, all you can do is slowly blink at him in return.

"it's always boundaries this, boundaries that with you," he finally retorts with a shake of his head, but offers nothing else.

"'f you didn't want boundaries then you shouldn't've ended things, y'big dummy," you mumble, and no longer able to keep your eyes open, you finally let them close.

"I told you. I don't have room in my life for anyone else – i.e., you," he replies bluntly and you can feel the fit of giggles that you want to burst into, but all you can manage is a soft huff of laughter.

"liar," you say with a sleepy smile stretching across your lips. "can't even be honest when I'm strung out on painkillers. psh. lame."

it takes monumental effort, but you manage to crack open an eye so that you can see him sporting his own cheeky grin.

silence settles over you both and you feel yourself slowly beginning to fall into the blackness as your breathing slows. the soothing sensation of gojo's thumb rubbing circles on the skin of your wrist only aids in pushing you closer and closer to sleep.

"you were considered a suitable match." even on the edge of consciousness, the disgust in his tone at those two words reaches you. "I couldn't let them get what they wanted."

you let out a quiet hum in acknowledgment and wish you had enough strength to open your eyes, curious to see if he's surprised you weren't fully asleep yet.

"still letting 'em control you, hm? s'good we broke up. want someone who's only tied down by me," you mumble.

"baby, if you want to tie me down, all you had to do was say so," he jokingly responds, unsurprisingly choosing to sidestep the gravity of your words, no matter how slurred they were.

"boundaries, 'toru..." you trail off as you finally succumb to sleep.

[gildeddlily]

absolutely losing my mind because of these two!!!

so.

are these two actually toxic, or are they just kids who don't know how to communicate? easy, they're just kids! (this was fast)

reading the manga will not make you understand that (or im just stupid), and this is why I'm thanking the author on.my.knees for the spin-off!

so.

after watching the anime I fled to ao3, of course. read some works about Rin and Isagi, managed to not spoil myself anything.

then i read the U20 arc. after reading every ryusae I could find (writing one myself rn, doing god's work) I finished to read the manga cause, yk, I wanted to know what would happen with my babies and then boom! Reo and Nagi!!!

I didn't particularly care about them at first: Nagi was strong ofc, but kind of boring? he's not my favourite archetype, and while I loved Reo I hated their fight and wanted nothing to do with them. key word(s), at first.

then, then! I randomly read some fics about them cause they'd started to grow on me, and boom, tons of fics about their breakup/makeup. stunning works, ofc, but I started to see so many "Reo's fault" "Nagi's fault" "toxic relationship" that I kind of started to get uncomfortable (sometimes people throw around the word toxic when it's nothing like that), so what's to do? read the spin off ofc.

that I did, and now not only I love them both with all of my heart, but I'm Reo's number one fan (and kinnie)!

and I developed a deep hatred for those "toxic x" theories and takes. SO. let me blabber and rant.

they love each other so much!!

this is Nagi.

he thinks "damn, soccer/football is a pain, I hate sweating and running, but I don't hate Reo" even though most of the time he spends with Reo is spent playing soccer/football (I won't choose one english is so confusing- in italian it's literally called kick).

he doesn't feel forced to be Reo's friend, he likes it.

because Reo loves him, it's as simple as that.

he wants to be Nagi's friend "despite" Nagi's personality: this is something he currently says through the spin-off, which made me cry- Reo truly is the first person who ever accepted Nagi as someone who is lazy and unmotivated, who complains a lot, who doesn't put any effort in what he does, who doesn't offer much.

Or at least he thinks that he doesn't have anything special to offer, until Reo arrives.

he still has those terribly self-deprecating thoughts, but now he has something to offer, his talent.

(and after a period of happiness, their honeymoon phase one could call it, he starts to doubt the sincerity of Reo's care. from thinking "i'm not his slave, i'm his partner" he starts to doubt Reo's honesty: "maybe he only wanted to be my friend because of my talent, a talent he knows how to use"- since he still thinks that he's got nothing to offer! but we will talk about this later.)

this is Reo!

he thinks "I wanted to be the one who could make you love soccer/football, the one able to light up something in you" but he also thinks "seeing you like that, even if it wasn't me who'd done that, made me happy".

he's so jealous he's almost funny, and isn't that the most teenager thing ever?

who wouldn't be jealous after working so hard to be special to someone, just for someone else to take the place you're working so hard for?

it's terrible, but still, it doesn't stop Reo from being happy that Nagi found something exciting.

something that made Nagi as happy as the combo Nagi-soccer/football made Reo happy.

the thing is, Nagi thinks he's Reo's friend because of his talent, which maybe it's true. maybe, hadn't Nagi been a genius, they wouldn't have become friends, but his talent was the sparkle that made him become Reo's treasure.

Reo is someone who has everything, who gets everything he wants, or as he says everything except what he really wants.

for that, he has to work.

so, what he wants is to play soccer/football, and to play it with Nagi.

(in order to be Nagi's friend, he needs to work hard, because he needs to be honest and gain Nagi's trust- this is how friendship works: even when it seems flawless and easy, there's so much work behind it, and knowing it is important. most of the times we only realise it once we lost that bond- for example, Nagi. Reo already knew it, and this is why he tried so hard to not leave Nagi's side)

at one point, the two things became linked to one another, and his dream turns into "winning with Nagi, my partner". Because Nagi is talented, is special, and Reo saw his talent, and how Nagi was unable to do the same. He wants to show Nagi that soccer/football is fun, that his talent isn't a pain, that he is special, because Nagi doesn't know it, and for Reo a star that doesn't see his its own light? is just preposterous.

He cares for Nagi and loves everything about him, even all the "bad" things, and he doesn't think that Nagi has to change, and this is what, for me, makes their break-up way more serious and relatable for a lot of people.

it triggers a "I'll change to be better" "for me you never had to change" "I need to change for myself" dynamic.

2. changing and longing is way more fun when you're doing it together!!!

so they split up.

Nagi doesn't do it because he likes Isagi more, or because his style of play is more interesting, he does it because Isagi was stronger than Nagi and Reo: entering Blue Lock, Nagi had trust in Reo's ability to use his talent to win, he didn't even think about failing, and while Barou came close to making him feel like he could loose, Nagi overpowered him at the end- but then Isagi beats Nagi, and Reo with him.

Nagi understands that Reo's dream can't become reality if they aren't the strongest, and if being together doesn't work, maybe they should split up, part ways, become stronger and then join forces again, and win everything. win the world cup.

while his friendship with Isagi is sweet and I love them, for Nagi Isagi is like a cyclette.

he'll use the cyclette to get get fit and make his bf swoon over his legs, he won't stay with the cyclette once he doesn't need the training anymore. and even if he will, it will always be just the cyclette he uses to get fit "for" his bf.

(metaphor isn't metaphoring)

Reo doesn't know that.

he knows he's strong, but he knows that Isagi and Nagi are on a whole other level and he feels threatened. he fears that Nagi will choose Isagi instead of him, and he tries desperately to not loose Nagi.

Nagi is his dream. Slowly, day after day, Nagi became part of his dream, and now he's losing not only his best friend but the dream that made him free.

Reo says it himself- he knows that Nagi did the smartest thing by leaving, but he's young and scared and sees it as Nagi leaving him.

He feels abandoned, and he thinks that Nagi is abandoning his dream to go with the bigger fish, the apex predator, in order to become the best striker, by forgetting the promises they made at the start of Blue Lock, to stay together til the end.

Neither of them forgets the other.

Nagi leaves, and all he thinks about it "I need Reo to see this" "I can't wait to let him see how much I've improved", and he misses Reo, just as much as Reo misses him.

the only difference?

Reo is oblivious about Nagi's real feelings and thought process, and his thinking of Nagi turns into spiraling into depression and self-hatred.

so Nagi changes.

he starts to see the beauty in soccer/football, he finally sees what Reo had tried to make him see for months, and he's thrilled. he's having fun. he's grateful that Reo convinced him to not discard Blue Lock immediately. he's different.

different why? because Isagi beat him? because Blue Lock happened?

he changed not when Isagi beat them, but the moment he became Reo's friend, and found a reason to do something.

because Reo was the first person to ever tell him that his laziness, boredom, his oh so troublesome antics were alright, that he was what he was, and he was enough not only for Reo, but for the whole world.

Reo accepted him even when he was set on being static, made him want to change, and now that he's changing he feels worthy of being loved so much.

"you saw something in me back then, you forced to me work hard, and now thanks to you I ('m on my way to) realised my own worth, now I found something exciting"

he changes.

Reo sees him after what, a few days, and he's already improved so much.

and he thinks that he was Nagi's cage, his personal dead weight, that Nagi may have been his treasure but he wasn't Nagi's. that Nagi doesn't need him anymore. if Nagi doesn't need him, what will be of his dream?

(we could start a long-ass post ab mental health and recovering but I won't for my own sanity)

what's his worth then, since he got into Blue Lock just to stay with Nagi till the end- especially when he can't even be number two, with Isagi there- and Nagi won't be with him anymore?

he needs to change too.

3. destroying yourself in order to change (no fun)

Reo says that he isn't brave enough to destroy himself like the others do.

Isagi, Barou, Nagi, Chigiri, they all destroy themselves in order to become stronger and change, evolve, but Reo can't. he's scared, he's confused, the whole arc is just him looking like that. then what does he do?

he lets Nagi destroy him. "If I can't do it, Nagi will" don't you understand you're doing exactly what you say you're unable to do? the fact that you're not the one pulling the trigger doesn't mean that you're not killing yourself

he pushes Nagi until he snaps and tells Reo to fuck off, that he's a pain, that he's weak and someone Nagi doesn't want anything to do with, because that's what Reo thinks.

He thinks Nagi doesn't want to be with him anymore, he's feeling guilty for what he thought (later later), he's insecure- and instead of being reasonable, he founds a way to confirm his "irrational" fears.

"I'm not being insecure since Nagi confirmed it"

he sabotages himself. that's the nail in the coffin.

instead of destroying himself with football/soccer, by learning from a lost match, he destroys himself with life, by putting on the line his relationship with the person he (not exaggerating) loves most in the world.

he's unable to distinguish life from soccer/football (and this will be the aspect that makes him so different from most of the other characters), because since meeting Nagi they've become one thing. soccer/football is his life, Nagi is his life, because they're his only chance at being happy.

(Nagi is able to distinguish between the court and Reo: this way, Reo is just as special as Isagi is, since Isagi may have made him see the fun in soccer/football, but Reo made him get angry. Nagi who thinks that his strong quality is the fact he never gets angry, that he's a pacifist. Isagi is his soccer/football revolution, Reo is his life revolution.

Reo can't. they all insult each other on the field, but they're all friends afterwards. not Reo. not yet)

now he's lost Nagi, and his dream, and he has to pick himself up from the ground.

this is how Reo changes.

4. miscommunication is a beast

As I said before, Nagi starts to think that Reo only cared about him because of his talent. he's angry at Reo. he doesn't understand why Reo said those things, why he was so stupid, why he didn't understand Nagi.

he says "I'm not his toy" and he isn't, but really, try to get into his shoes.

he thinks his partner, his best friend, doesn't believe in them as a duo anymore, doesn't want to believe in them like he used to now that Nagi has changed, now that he's more "independent" from Reo.

"what, now that I know how to fight alone, he doesn't want me anymore?" that would be anyone's first thought.

and he doubts Reo's trust in their dream.

when did Reo start to have so little faith in them, in Nagi? when did he give up on them? he thinks that, after spending weeks trying to improve just to make Reo's dream true.

and he's angry, but he still hopes to play with Reo again.

he still want to, because him and Reo are partners and Nagi still believes in their dream. because he remembers Reo's passion, and he believes in him.

+) 5. being relatable as fuck

(what kid with absent/abusive parents never thought back on their action and went anxiously all "Am I just like them?")

Reo begs Nagi to stop being so strong, stop improving so quickly, stop running towards a place Reo can't reach yet, and isn't this a human thing to do? He desperately wants to be with Nagi, and thinks that he'd rather stop him from improving rather than lose him. He thinks "Please, give up on your dream, your ego"- and isn't that familiar?

he just thought the same thing his father, a man he hates and despises and who doesn't believe in Reo, told him. and he said that to Nagi. Nagi who gave him a ticket to the top by being at his side, who let him see hope.

he panics. am I just like him? Am I cruel enough to wish for someone to give up on their dreams, just to get something out of their failure?

he's different from his father, because he's seventeen, he's scared to lose his best friend, and we can be irrational in situations like this one. does he know it? no, the same way he doesn't understand that Nagi didn't left because of him.

so yes, he's in the worst head-space ever.

isn't he relatable? this is what that made reo my favourite character in a second, probably. he's so human and he makes so many mistakes and he's so stupid sometimes, but I can see myself in him very clearly.

and now.

in what way is their relationship not balanced? their love and care not mutual? in what way one used or manipulated the other?

I think they're flawed, and they made mistakes, and they hurt each other, but I also think that we throw in the word "toxic" the moment a relationship isn't perfect.

they're friends and they're teens, they will make mistakes and they will hurt each other, and their friendship (and they were roommates) won't be perfect- this doesn't make it less genuine or beautiful.

don't get me started on what happens in the manga (really don't do it) (all of this was just nagi's spin off!!!)

[sturnlsstuff]

FAMILIAR STRANGER | chapter four

what's gonna happen when you find out about your enemy's biggest secret?

ghostface!chris x enemy!reader

chapter three | chapter five

— warnings; smut with plot, dom!chris, sub!reader, oral (m!receiving), pet names, bratty reader, cursing, - english isn't my first language.

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to say that you had your head in the clouds for the next two days would be a misunderstanding. you tried to focus on studying, but your thoughts always ended up around chris and what happened in your room. you couldn't believe you lost control like that. and that you didn't regret it.

keeping what happened a secret was harder than you thought. you couldn't deal with your own thoughts, needing advice, but not being able to tell anyone about what had happened. emma would freak out and you'd never hear the end of this, nick and matt... well, they're chris's brothers after all. so you were on your own in this matter.

besides, everyone thought you and chris hated each other. because that's how it was after all... right? hate with a little... physical attraction that had grown over the years.

that's it, nothing more.

you were putting books in your locker after finishing all your classes for today, the college hallways almost empty. so lost in thought, you didn't even notice someone sneaking up behind you and leaning against the locker next to you, until you closed yours, seeing chris with this stupid smirk of his.

you jumped in place, clutching at your chest, "oh my god, chris! do you want me to have a heart attack?!"

"wouldn't mind," he replies, quickly checking you out, so you did the same.

he wasn't wearing anything special, his favorite camo pants, a black long-sleeved shirt, a few curls sticking out from under his backwards cap. still, he looked disgustingly handsome.

both of you return to eye contact at the same time, chris clears his throat, "so... you have somethin' that belongs to me."

"really?"

"yes, really," he crosses his arms over his chest. then adds in a lower tone, "my mask."

"oh... right," you remember. "but, uh, it's at my place..."

"good. let's go get it," he pushes himself off the lockers, ready to go get his thing with you. to your apartment. alone. you couldn't get alone with him, and let, who knows what, happen again. you had to regain control.

you stop him by wrapping your fingers around his wrist, both of you feeling the same electricity course through your body at the sudden touch. "i can bring it to you before class tomorrow," you offer, he stares at your hand around his wrist, which makes you let go off him.

chris scoffs, moving his eyes back up to yours, "you wanna bring it here?"

"i'll be careful..."

"nah," he interrupts, shaking his head. "not riskin' it like that. let's go do it now."

"no."

"why not?"

"just no."

"but why, huh?" he repeats, taking a step closer. his eyes glistening, "you scared to be alone with me now?"

"what? that's... that's ridiculous."

"is it?" he runs his tongue across his teeth. "'cos i think s'true. you don' wanna get alone in a room with me again."

his words were like a punch in the gut, because it was true. the thought of being alone with chris in a room again was terrifying. not knowing, if you would be able to control yourself or if something would happen between you two again, was freaking you out.

"i'm not scared of anything," you say, adjusting the bag on your shoulder and crossing your arms. "it's just not the best idea."

"you weren't sayin' that while moanin' my name."

your eyes widen, "you promised not to bring this up—"

"i didn't promise you shit," he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "in fact, i think i won't ever shut up 'bout this... is kinda hard to forget, y'know—"

"chris," you mutter warningly, feeling your cheeks starting to heat up, but it didn't stop him.

"--the sounds you were makin', or how you'd taste... like, so sweet and..."

"chris!" you slap his arm, causing a chuckle to escape his lips. "this isn't funny."

"kinda is," he keeps grinning, clearly proud of himself. "relax a lil' bit, hm?"

"stop talking about that," you point your finger at him, but he just shakes his head with a smirk.

"nah, i think i'll keep talkin'..."

you raise your eyebrow, "yeah? wanna keep talking? let's talk about how you came in your pants."

the smirk fades slightly from his face, his eyes narrowing as he stares dangerously at you. "s'not fair, that was not my fault... stop lookin' all proud of y'self, kid."

"then who's fault was that? definitely not mine, i didn't even touch you."

"a'ight, but you were sittin' on my fuckin' face, yeah? it was enough," he rolls his eyes, looking around uncomfortably, but there was no one in the hallway except the two of you. "whatever. i don' have to go to your place... but m'not lettin' you bring it here either, so?"

you think for a moment, also trying to ignore his intense gaze. "i'm seeing matt and emma later, so i could give it to him behind her back somehow."

he scans your face, the wheels clearly turning in his head, until he finally nods, "fine. let's do it your way."

with that, without another word, chris walks away, adjusting the hat on his head. you let out a breath, not even knowing you were holding any.

—

later that day, chris was rolling a joint at his desk when he heard a knock on the door, soon seeing nick and matt walking inside.

he spent almost an hour with them, talking about bullshit, when nick finally went to the bathroom, giving matt a chance to take the ghostface mask out of his backpack and give it to chris, who immediately stuffed it under his clothes in the closet.

matt, who chris had told a few days ago, that you know about his little secret, looked at his brother intensely, "and why was this at her place?"

chris's body tensed but played it off with a smirk, "just wanted to check if she's gonna keep her mouth shut."

"and what did you do?" matt questioned, causing chris to roll his eyes.

"you always assume the worst from me..." his grin widens. "didn't have to do anythin' 'cos she won't say shit. i made sure of that."

"how?"

"not your business," chris leans back in his chair.

"chris..." matt gives him a stare, "she's my friend, that should be enough f'you to trust her."

"i don' trust her," he admits bluntly. "but i do know she's gonna keep quiet. that's the most important f'me."

"i know she will, 'cause no matter what you think of her, she's not a two-faced bitch. and she cares 'bout us."

"she cares 'bout you and nick," chris corrects. "but s'fine with me as long as she keeps her mouth shut."

matt sighs in annoyance, knowing he won't be able to change his brother's mind anyway. chris runs his tongue across his teeth, leaning his head back, "did she, uh... she said anythin'?" his tone too casual. "when she gave you my mask back."

"oh, yeah," matt nods, a little smile playing on his lips. "she said that next time you leave somethin' at her place, she's throwing it to the trash."

"actually?" chris raises his eyebrows amused, then scoffs, trying to hide it. "she's, like, insane."

"who's insane?" nick asks, walking back to the room and flopping on the bed next to matt, who quickly communicated nonverbally with chris.

"y/n," matt admits, chris giving his brother a warning glare.

"oh, what did she do now?" nick asks with a small smile, looking at chris. "i heard you annoyed her bad, recently."

he raises his eyebrow, "me?"

"yeah, you, moron, who else?" nick rolls his eyes, getting more comfortable on the mattress. "you pissed her off so much, she accidentally called me by your name when she was mad."

chris nearly chokes on air, "what?!" nick nods, finding the situation funny, while chris felt like he was dreaming. you never, ever, confused the triplets, even at the beginning after just meeting them, you had always been able to tell them apart and never confused their names before. "how?!"

"i gave her my drink and she said 'thanks, chris'," nick shrugs his shoulders, unaware that this was a big deal. though matt was looking at his brothers, listening carefully, and slowly connecting the dots.

you finding out about chris being a ghostface killer, him 'taking care' of it, then leaving his mask at your place and now you calling nick 'chris'? something was definitely up. matt just didn't really know what it was yet.

"so?" nick waits impatiently, "what'd you do?"

chris asks instead, "when was that?"

"i don't know, like, two days ago?"

two days ago, when chris would climb through your window, to ask if you said anything to nick, because he's been acting weird. and you said no. chris now knew it was a lie, you literally got their names mixed up.

chris had a million different thoughts at that moment. how did it happen that you confused his brother' name, who was your bestfriend, with his name? was it because you were thinking about chris so much, or were you actually annoyed and it slipped out of emotion? to be fair, he's been pissing you off a lot, so he wouldn't be surprised if you accidentally called someone his name, when you were angry. though it never happened before, and it happened a week after the first kiss, so maybe you felt as strongly about it as he did? and did you also think a lot about what happened in your room two days ago or not really?

it's not like he cared, but his mind wouldn't shut up.

chris eventually comes back to reality, realizing his brother's are staring at him, waiting for some kind of explanation. clearing his throat, he simply says, "yeah, i pissed her off a little. nothing new, y'know. can't even blame her for mistakin' our names."

it was enough for them to change the topic, though chris's mind swirled only around you for the rest of the evening.

—

days passing and chris was losing his shit, at night not being able to stop thinking about how it felt to have you sitting on his face, or the fact that it made him cum in his pants, something no girl had ever managed to do to him before. he was glad that you're unaware of that fact, your ego was definitely high already.

it was finally friday, meaning a themed birthday party at the frat. everyone was excited, the house was decorated and ready, but chris was pissed off, walking into his room and slamming the door behind him. he went downstairs for two minutes, just to find out that some of his stupid frat brothers decided to dress up as ghostfaces to show the killer that they aren't afraid of him, honoring jake's memory in that way. chris was annoyed that they were so stupid. but he couldn't do much, so he kept quiet.

it was like that for the rest of the evening, chris tried to ignore his friends' stupidity, focusing on getting drunk and laid quickly. he was just standing in front of the house with a few guys and some blonde girl glued to his side, smoking joints, totally engrossed in the conversation until he saw you and nick arriving. his breath catches in his throat when he sees your costume. a mini jeans skirt, black crop top revealing a lot of your stomach and cleavage, a short, white puffed jacket and sexy red tights. as you walked closer, making eye contact with him, he could notice your lipstick slightly smeared, some fake blood added to your makeup, neck and cleavage. you were dressed up as fucking jennifer check, and you looked hot as fuck.

you both felt yourselves tensing up in the brief moment you looked at each other, electricity running through your bodies. chris felt like he was in a trance until you walked inside the house, breaking eye contact. that's when he returned to earth. he'd still be aware where he was, surrounded by a group of his friends, the girl next to him clearly trying to get his attention, but his mind was on you and how bad he wanted to rip your clothes off you. which was insane when he realized his own thoughts.

meanwhile, you half heard what nick was saying, being on another planet due to that non-verbal interaction with chris. however, it feels like losing all of your senses, when you see a ghostface in the hallway right in front of you, with a red cup in his hand. and then another one next to the other. and a few more entering the main room of the house.

"what the fuck?" nick's voice blurry as you both look around in confusion, his concerned eyes finally meeting yours. he didn't want you to get triggered or anything. your ex boyfriend got killed by a ghostface after all.

though that wasn't the reason why you froze. all these 'ghostface' guys looked strangely familiar. they immediately reminded you of chris and what happened between the two of you, since you found out about his secret. and how were you supposed to have fun at this party now?

"bunch of idiots," you snap out of your thoughts, looking at matt dressed as batman, who appeared out of nowhere, giving you the familiar glance. he also didn't like that a few random guys dressed up as something that chris was keeping a secret. "let's go get a drink, emma is waitin' for you both in the kitchen."

so you quickly find yourself there, taking shots with your friends, who were being all careful with you, but nick and emma for different reasons than matt. he was just as irritated by these people's stupidity as you were. you wondered what chris thought about it and why he didn't do anything.

after a while, chris walks into the kitchen, wordlessly joining all four of you and taking a shot. nick and emma were busy talking about something, matt immediately whispered something in chris's ear and got a nod in response. both you and chris, couldn't break the eye contact once again, which started to irritate you.

you finally spoke, loud enough to be heard through the blasting music, "no costume is a little boring."

chris smirked, looking down at his all black outfit and back at you, "i prefer minimalist."

"could've go as a ghostface," you say bluntly, leaning against the kitchen island right next to him and crossing your arms. matt was observing both of you nervously.

something in chris's eyes flicker dangerously as he takes a sip of his beer that you didn't even notice he had in his hand. "bet you'd love to see me in that," he leans in, making sure only you hear the next word. "again."

him referring to how turned on you were after seeing him in a mask makes your blood boil. you hated that he knew it had some effect on you. chris didn't know exactly how bad it was yet, but he was ready to find out. soon.

"no, i'm good, thanks," your tone drips with sarcasm as you push him away. a low chuckle escaping his lips as he shakes his head in disbelief, "if you say so, princess."

"where's your chick at?" you ask casually. a frown appears between his eyebrows, "who?"

"this blonde girl i saw outside with you and other guys?"

the realization makes him smirk, "oh, her? i dunno...not like she's important anyway..." he tilts his head to the side, lowering his voice enough for only you to hear. "what, you jealous?"

the eye roll you give him, only makes his grin widen. "please, be serious for once in your life."

"y/n, another one?!" nick's loud voice reaches your ears, interrupting your interaction with chris, so you turn around, just as nick passes a shot to you from the other side of the kitchen island. you smile, taking the glass, "thanks, nick!"

in one second you feel chris behind you, his breath tickling your ear, "no mixin' up our names this time?" his words make your hand freeze halfway to your mouth, your heart speeding up, but before you could even somehow explain or defend yourself, chris leaves the kitchen. you could swear he had the biggest smirk on his face.

you blink slowly, fingers tightening around the glass, feeling embarrassed that chris found out about this. you were sure it was nick who told him, obviously. you wanted to hit your head against the wall, but know you couldn't make a big deal out of it, since it was... nothing. just an accident. mixing up their names has happened to many people, maybe never to you, but there always had to be this first time.

it didn't mean anything. right?

the conflicted feelings, the embarrassment and the inability to forget how good chris made you feel a few days ago, or the fact that you thought about it every day, every night, all the fucking time, craving more, it all was making you pour alcohol into your system like water. you knew this 'more' between you and chris could never happen. like ever. at least it wasn't supposed to.

it all came down to the fact that you were sitting on some guy's lap, who was dressed as a ghostface. the two of you just talking, flirting heavily, your hand running up and down his arm, his on your waist. you didn't really know what you were doing, you just had to convince yourself that it was only the mask that turned you on and not chris in particular.

however, it was not working. you knew the boy who was under the mask, he was from your math class, quite nice, helped with your assignment once a while ago. but he wasn't turning you on at all. his ghostface mask made you feel no emotion other than annoyance. even letting him touch you a little didn't cause any tension in you, and no shiver passed through your body like it did when chris was the one touching you.

you tell the guy that you're going to the bathroom and will be back soon, he just nods, so you quickly get off his lap. though instead of the bathroom, you go to the kitchen, immediately taking two shots. you needed to get absolutely drunk if you were going to stay with this guy for the rest of the night, and you had to do it until you finally feel what you felt with chris. there was no way he was the only one who made you feel so many things at once, and you had to prove it to yourself.

chris, who couldn't focus on anything or find anyone who would be a good one to take to his room, was watching you all night. every move you made, he saw, even if you didn't necessarily know about it. when he noticed you with this guy, he was so pissed off, not understanding what you were doing. did you want him? not like chris gave a shit, but how dared you resist him, but want this stupid guy? that's what it looked like and it felt like his ego got punched. so he did something stupid and put on his ghostface mask, blending in with the other few guys with the same costume.

you feel large hands on your hips from behind as you take another shot, looking over your shoulder, you're able to only see the mask, assuming it's the guy you were with just moments ago. he grabs your hand and starts to lead you out of the kitchen, then upstairs. you raise your eyebrows, pushing through people, not thinking that this guy would follow you to the kitchen or that he'd immediately take you to his room. you didn't even know what to do, but that's what you wanted after all, to see if someone else could replace chris's name, which had been stuck in your head for over a week, with their own.

he locks the door behind once you two are in his bedroom. a bit of mess on the desk, empty cans and some joint butts. he stands behind you again, the heat of his body makes you shiver. it was so... strangely familiar.

"and why am i here?" you ask casually, looking around the unfamiliar room, as he comes from behind to stand in front of you and that's when you notice this big photo on the wall next to you. a photo of two people you recognize immediately.

chris and nate.

you knew nate, seeing him with the triplets a few times, he was their good friend. so it was chris's room which meant he was standing in front of you...? but he didn't have a mask before, which confused you, but you're quick to hide it, looking for more details. such as a bracelet on the wrist.

yeah, it was chris.

he obviously didn't answer, clearly not wanting you to recognize him, even if he wasn't trying hard enough. "so...?" you start, deciding to play this game and see if he's gonna finally tell you it's him. taking a step closer, you tilt your head to the side, running your long manicured nails down his chest, causing his heart race to quicken. "anything i can help you with?" your hand stops at his belt.

you were teasing on purpose, already knowing that chris was standing in front of you. playing along with this little game of his, you felt your blood boil at the thought that he was doing all this, probably thinking you're stupid or a slut, like everyone else were thinking, and that you'd fuck some random guy without seeing his face. and unless chris is a dick, he won't let you do what he thought you wanted to do, when you were sure he was someone else.

so you drop to your knees, grabbing his belt and looking at him through your long lashes with a smirk, while chris's head is spinning at the sight of you like that. even better than he'd imagine before.

not like he did... maybe a few times.

your hands were in the middle of undoing his belt when he grabs your wrist. his voice annoyed and aroused, "get the fuck up."

chris takes the mask off, throwing it aside and meeting with your stare. you're pissed off too, but you also don't feel like getting up so with a simple shake of your head, his pants are pulled down.

"what the fuck are you doin'?" his body tenses when he feels your delicate fingertips through his boxers. he was already half hard.

"how does it look like?"

"you high or what?" he questioned, shocked that you're not kicking his ass yet, when he clearly pretended to be someone else for a few minutes.

"no, just annoyed," you answer, stroking him through his underwear. a hiss escapes him, "you? annoyed?" his chest was rising and falling deeply, clearly trying to stay in control, but the sight of you on your knees in front of him in that costume of yours, had him mesmerized.

you nod, "mhm."

"you realize it's me here, right?"

"i'm not blind, idiot," you roll your eyes, his boxers joining his pants at his ankles. his hard cock splits out smacking his stomach, tip red and sensitive, already leaking with precum. he was big. noticing your wide eyes and how you just stare, chris can't help but smirk through his annoyance, "gonna do somethin' 'bout it or keep only lookin'?"

wrapping your fingers around his length, you start slowly stroking him, looking back up at his face. chris swallows, his breathing heavy as he brushes your hair out of your face and gather them into a messy ponytail in the back of your head.

"you're fuckin' annoyin'," his voice hoarse with arousal. "being all over some random guy' lap, when he's clearly tryin' to be me. like, all them idiots tonight..." chris's breath hitches in his throat, when you give him a small, kitty lick. he tries to keep his composure, "why'd ya want some fake ghostface, when you could've a real one? not lettin' me fuck you, but if he wanted to, you'd say yes, huh?"

you shake your head again, sucking on his tip, your hand working the rest of him. his grip on your hair tightens, as he tries not to start face fucking you, which was getting already hard.

"no?" he clicks his tongue against his teeth, "but droppin' to your knees, not even being sure who was under the mask, says somethin' different."

you pull away for a moment to speak, "i knew it's you, moron... the picture..." you look at the wall, making him realize. so you knew and decided to do it anyway? this makes his dick twitch in your grip, just as you take him to your mouth again, tongue swirling around his tip, before you go deeper.

"shitttt, keep goin'..." chris groans, not being able to hold it back, which causes you to take more of him, fighting your gag reflex. "pissin' me off all night, kid, in that skirt of yours..."

you pull away, gasping for air, saliva dripping down your chin. he forces your head to tilt back, eyes meeting his again, "look at you, chokin' on my dick, lookin' all pretty..."

"and why didn't you just say it's you, not him?" maintaining eye contact, you take all of him into your mouth again, breathing through your nose.

another groan escapes him at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat, "wanted to see— fuckkk, if you, uh... would jus' go with him to the room..."

his hips jerks forward, causing you to gag again, but not pulling away, "take it, c'mon, princess... yeaaah, that's it... take all of me..."

few tears runs down your cheeks as he starts thrusting into your mouth, the grip on your hair almost painful, stealing a moan from you, which sends vibrations through chris. the sounds of you choking on him and his groans echoing through the room, his head throwed back as he uses your mouth how he pleases. and you let him.

"fuck, takin' me like a champ..." he praises, looking down at you again, not being able to resist the sight of you like this. mascara smeared due to tears coming down your face, saliva dripping from the corner of your lips. it was perfect for him. "such a good girl..." his hips stutter a bit as he gets closer to the edge, "and you gonna let me come on your fuckin' tongue, yeah?"

you moan in approval, as he gives a few more thrusts and pull his dick out of your mouth, wrapping his hand around it and starting jerking off fast, while you wait with your tongue sticking out. "shittttt..." that look on you, makes his cock twitch and with a loud moan of your name, he releases on your tongue. warm drops of cum spills onto it, dripping down your chin as well. "f-fuck, you look... so hot like that—"

his hand eventually comes to a stop, the grip on your hair completely loosens as chris watches you swallow everything, then also licking your lips. it made his mind go blank.

picking yourself up from the floor, he notices his seed on your chin and swipes it away with his thumb, tracing it over your lower lip and popping it into your mouth as you lick it clean. then he removes his finger, his cheeks flushed and breathing heavy.

"so, answering your questions," you speak up. "no, i would not let this guy fuck me and no, i would not suck anyone off unless i knew who they were."

chris smirks, "so you did know and decided to do it anyway, huh?"

"yeah, 'cause you pissed me off with this whole game," you roll your eyes. then add, "by the way, you taste fucking delicious."

"oh, could've tell by the way you sucked my dick like a lollipop," he retorts, tilting his head to the side.

and making you blush. again.

"you look incredibly sexy tonight," his voice gets lower, more suggestive as he eyes you up and down. "annoyin' the hell outta me, but wouldn't mind to rip your clothes off, like, right now."

"yeah?" you raise your eyebrow, trying to keep holding your ground even with awfully red cheeks, and desperately wet pussy.

the next sentence you say, almost makes chris fully hard again.

"what if i let you this time?"

a/n: not me laughing bc i know y'all gonna be HELLAAAA mad at me for ending the chapter here LMFAO i'm evil 😪

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[yan-lorkai]

Hi! I was wondering how you think the octa trio would react to a darling who was studying to be a marine biologist? Like I can image that before darling was taken by the mirror they were studying, have an absolute love of the ocean, and even go deep sea diving regularly. I could also see them absolutely gushing over the trios mer-forms, being curious, making treats/dishes based on what their fish equivalent like to eat in our world.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ "Zuzu, it's true that octopus have three hearts?" You asked out of blue. You always asked such strange questions whenever you could corner him or the tweels but he couldn't deny you and your curiosity. You had this hopeful glimmer in your eyes that was so precious to see. "Oh and why do some octopuses like to lead an isolated life? It's, uh, because they don't have a mate or just something innate? And if I can ask more, how do this whole visual communication between octopuses work?"

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ At first, when you still haven't picked his interest, he wouldn't answer you. Not without a contract, that is. But after that, when you became someone dear to him, Azul genuinely feels very happy that you take so much interest on him though he is a little overwhelmed by how many questions you ask per second. Even so, he do his best at answering you when he note your interest on marine life.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You two has long conversations about the life beneath water. You match his enthusiasm talking about fish, crustaceans and molluscs, about corals and the littles things you love. He might share some fun facts with you about octopuses and answers your questions as best as he can. Though he do gets a little shy sometimes. Like, wow, you really want to know all this? If he was in his mer form, you would see his tentacles moving in a very distinct way, almost like a dance and how his skin changed its color.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He gets even more shy if you ask to see his mer form, which he is still a little insecure about. He knows you won't laugh at him but he can't help so this might take a while. Till then, he is more than happy to this little routine of yours. Plus he like when you cook some crustaceans for him. Octopus loves to eat it. Your knowledge is cute in his eyes so he, in turn, study human customs to understand more of you. If you compliment on his human form, he'll blush. But if you compliment him on his mer form, he'll without notice release ink, blush and stutter a little.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Azul makes a potion for you to be able to breathe beneath water each and every time you go diving. Isn't he so generous, just as the Sea Witch herself? Though there's a trick to it. You love the sea so much and you want to know so much and there's so many things you haven't seen yet, it's just fair for him (and for the tweels, he suppose) to show you all. The price? Your legs. Yes, your legs. When you drink it you won't be able to go back to your human form.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Though that's only when you guys graduate from NRC. So you still have some time on your hands, use wisely.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ "Jadeeee, why do eels like to migrate so much? What yawming mean you want to mate with someone?" You ask him one day, watching him pause and offer that same sweet, mysterious smile. You then look at Floyd who is using your shoulder as a pillow. "And is it true that you live to be 100? And my main question is about electric eels, how do they use electricity to communicate?"

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ So many questions. Jade teases you a lot because of how many questions you ask, it's all good fun and he knows when to stop to not make you feel like you're intruding. He gets a little softer answering it, feeling a little nostalgic himself. He felt the same way when he got his legs, he wanted to explore the world, sightsee everything, eat different dishes and hear different songs.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Everything was new though he had to learn everything alone, as his brother and Azul were busy doing their own thing. You don't need to be alone learning about marine life, he can answer your questions, go diving with you, it's a little dangerous but he is there to protect you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He likes feeling your gaze boring into his form and you little anxious hands touching his long tail and fins. It's cute. Feels intimate. Even more when he curl his tail around you and cuddle you, staying like that for various minutes or even hours.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ On the other hand, Floyd may or may not answer your doubts based on his mood. He likes to hear your questions, they're so diverse and they make him think about home. So far, he already told you how crabs have a strong exoskeleton, or that crustaceans adapt quickly or how eels sometimes migrate to live in salt water then on fresh water. There are so many things he could tell you about it. So many creatures who he fought against. Ah, the good times <3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Most times than not Floyd likes to take you diving instead of answering you. It's just more fun, plus he like to have you pay such close attention to his mer form. He displays his tail and gills proudly, letting his bioluminescence leave you in awe.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You and Floyd usually cook together on mostro's kitchen and he show you just how he like to eat molluscs, fish, algae and octopus. He even let you spoonfed him and he'll do the same for you, giggling happily, telling you how cute you are where you're eating. Though he knows humans may find eel food a little strange so he often cook your favorite dish as well.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The Octotrio work together to trap and isolate you in their care. They are the only one worth enough to have you asking your little questions and they'll hate (they totally don't) to hurt someone, if you choose to be ask someone else about marine life. Thus the other octavinelle students are a little afraid of interacting with you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But that's ok, right? After all you have your beloved friends to keep you company.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

AU where Kara is still an assistant when Lena becomes CEO of CatCo. She makes some changes but one thing Cat tells her under no uncertain terms is that a) Kara stays, and b) she's destined to become a reporter when she's ready.

I'm going back and forth on whether Lena and Kara are friends at this point, or whether Lena simply takes on CatCo before they meet. But basically I want to see Kara having to a) build new connections to get Lena what she needs and b) learning what it's like to work for somebody who doesn't treat like dirt most days.

Like, imagine her standing dumbfounded the first time she brings Lena her coffee, because Lena simply thanks her, genuinely. And then the flush of pride when Lena comments in pleasant surprise when she discovers the coffee is perfectly warm-- not hot enough to scald, but not the usual tepidness of coffee thats had to travel three blocks to get to her.

Because Cat always took those little efforts for granted, as an expectation. But Lena smiles slyly as she regards Kara anew, and says "I think we're going to work together just fine."

Because Kara worked for Cat, not with her. And that small semantic means the world. Because its true-- Cat, and now Lena, wouldn't be able to do what she does without Kara doing what she does.

And that just makes Kara want to work all the harder. She finds she WANTS to stay late when Lena does, mostly because Lena urges her to go home, and that kind of kindness is the kind that's paid back by staunchly ignoring her and sticking around anyway. And she takes extra effort to learn all of Lena's preferences and idiosyncracies, so that she knows exactly what Lena needs when she's had a meeting with that particular board member she's outwardly civil to but clearly loathes.

The first and only time Kara brings Lena salmon for lunch, she's absolutely devastated when Lena looks at it, shoulders falling. "I forgot to tell you I can't stand salmon," she says, resignedly.

Kara's eyes go wide in horror. "Oh! No, that's okay, I'll just go--"

"Please don't bother, it's my fault, I never told you--"

"It's no problem at all. Just-- wait here okay?"

As if Lena would be anywhere but her desk. But in ten minutes, Kara returns with a greasy paper sack.

"I promise, this isn't a punishment for needing something last minute," Kara says quickly. "These are legitimately the best burgers in the city, and honestly, it's the greatest gift I could ever give you."

Okay. Maybe she's laying it on a little thick. But Lena only looks at her with a bemused smile. "All right," she slowly agrees. Her eyebrow quirks. "I'm assuming you picked up something similar for yourself?"

Kara blushes. "Yeah. Can't help myself."

"Good. Then you can eat with me."

Freezing, Kara feels like a deer in the headlights. For all that Lena has treatedher as an equal, they've never eaten together in the same room. They usually eat at their own desks, working through.

"Really?"

"Really." Lena's gaze turns artificially solemn. "If I'm going to have a self-induced heart attack, I better have someone there to call 911."

Unable to keep herself from grinning, Kara scuttles to retrieve her own burger and fries from her desk. And there, together, they share the first of many, many meals to come.

[slaaverin]

I'm in my bed crying over jikook again.

The thing is, I don't even have the proper words to express what I'm feeling.

It's all so..God I don't know. Improbable? Crazy? It's crazy.

You have two humans that have the most pure souls, with impossible high-stakes lives, that somehow found each other and also found the most beautiful love I have ever witnessed in my 32 years of life.

The probability of this happening is almost zero. It shows there are really bigger and smarter things than little us at play in life.

They went through so much, and so much more than any of us will ever be able to imagine, yet they remained pure at heart, with their love growing ever stronger and more potent by the day.

They let us in on everything, and showed us the true depth of their feelings openly (but even so, it's written all over their faces).

They simply care, a lot. The little things, the trips, the quiet moments, all of it, they really do care. It's not for show. It's real.

It's like we're getting a glimpse of something that doesn't belong to us at all. Yet, they are generous enough to let us experience it vicariously through them. Isn't it an act of love on their part? They don't have to do it. It's not even smart or safe or reasonable for them to do it. But they do anyway. Maybe because they wouldn't be able to help it, even if they wanted to?

How weird it is that our love for them is that strong? We've never even met them. Yet we feel for them something more unconditional than what we feel for some people we've actually met. How strange, don't you think? So we cheer on and support and we feel it all. We care too.

And I can't explain how witnessing jikook's love has been wonderful, how it has filled my heart with an immense amount of joy and reverence and beauty. It is a mystery.

Somehow I feel it's not even about them, even if it is, obviously so. It's simply that love. Isn't something most of us miss? Long, crave for? Wish for everybody.

If all the people would be in love like Jimin & Jungkook are, there would be no wars in the world anymore. It would be completely different.

The lack of love produces incredible darkness, and it's only love that can fix everything.

So I think that's why I cherish their love so much. It is so very precious, so very important, in ways they might not even understand. The fact they have such an audience being exposed to their love, feeling all the feelings, it helps the world heal a tiny little.

It's not a small thing. It matters.

If we can all fill our little corner of the universe with that type of love, we would've won all the battles, done what we came here for, and call it a day.

They've gifted us the incredible gift of are you sure, where their love was quiet and peaceful and certain. They've given us the gcf. And Letter. And then there was Rosebowl, and MMA, and Black Swan. A thousand moments. Again and again they've showed us.

Now they are enlisted together, and I think that there's nothing more to add. Nothing to prove. Nothing to show. It is self-evident and we can only smile and be happy for them.

What an incredible journey it has been, full of laughs, of crying. So many tears (of joy).

When they will come out of military, we can say that a chapter of their life will close, and another one will open. Hopefully a even happier one than the one before.

So yeah I've decided to make a rather big edit about it, this first chapter, those 10 years of love.

(And you're not ready with some of the music I chose, it makes you feel ALL THE THINGS, prepare tissues)

Sorry for this post that is going nowhere.

Sometimes I simply need to scream my love for jikook. They truly deserve it.

Aren't they wonderful? Yes. Yes.

Take care lovely jikookers 💜

[doki-doki-imagines]

Hi! If requests are still open can i request mk1 men with an angel reader? Thanks!

author note: Earthrealm guys for my own sainty🫡

Johnny Cage: -"Have you fallen from Heaven? Cuz' you are an angel." "It's exactly what happened." "…Seriously? We should totally make-" "No." -The man is so curious. -He flirts here and there, but mostly, he just wants to know how angels work and how it is up there. -Maybe some juicy info will slip, and Johnny will be able to make a movie out of it…

Kenshi Takahashi: -When everybody told him you are an angel, Kenshi thought you were just a nice person. -When Johnny told him you are an angel, Kenshi thought you were also beautiful. -For sure, Kenshi never thought of feeling feathers when you protected him during a fight. -"So you are an angel." He says, breathless. "Yeah, nobody told you?" -"Will my sins be forgiven?" "My Lord welcomes every sinner seeking redemption."

Raiden: -Literal angel meets metaphorical angel. -Every time you two meet in the same room, you make it shine for how nice and good you both are. -You are both so sweet that Lao swears that some of his teeth rooted. -"Can I touch them?" "The wings?" Raiden nods. -Best experience ever: 10/10. It felt like caressing a cub and heart is relaxed better than any medicine could ever do.

Kung Lao: -"You are wayyy too nice." "I'll take it as a compliment." -He teases you restlessly, Lao wanna see the angel snap back at him. -If only he knew what you went through, he'd understand that his chances are less than zero. -The real surprise will be when you'll tease him. -"You are so cute when you blush, Lao." "????" -He is going to get you back for this.

Liu Kang: -"Do not be afraid." "Did you just steal my line?" -You are not the first angel he has seen, but it's been so long since he has been in contact with one that he'll try to keep you as long as possible on Earthrealm. -"Your presence has been healing for everyone. They hope you'll stay here for much longer." "Aren't you sure that "they" isn't just you, Liu Kang?" -Seeing him choke on his tea was a real sight, almost heavenly.

Geras: -It's not the first time Geras meets an angel, so he won't be surprised by you. -He likes to chit-chat, tho! You are both so old you for sure have a lot of stories to tell to each other. -Geras appreciates your help keeping the timelines safe, so he'll always be ready to give you a hand if you need it.

Bi-Han: -"What should I be afraid of? You are nothing more than a mythological chicken." Shows angelic true form "…fuck" -He won't treat you with any respect unless you defeat him in a fight. -Your true form will haunt him in his nightmares, tho. -"Repent Bi-Han." -Maybe an angel is the push he needs.

Kuai Liang: -He is so respectful to you, bowing every time he greets you. -Wouldn't mind training with you, and don't you dare go easy on him! -"Are my flames as hot as hell ones?" "Dear, I'm sorry, but I'm not a fallen angel. For sure, your smile is bright as our light." -Congrats! You made Liang blush, shy smile on his face making him uncharacteristically cute.

Tomas Vrbada: -"Have you fallen from Hea-" "Sorry Tomas, Johnny already tried it." "Damn it!" -Tomas looks so sweet that he reminds you of your brothers. -Too bad that then you remember his work… -He is really curious so you'll be asked a lot about your past and family. -"Are my mom and sister fine?" "I'm sorry Tomas I can't reveal anything. But relax, they are in good hands."

[slyandthefamilybook]

Who is the antisemite?

I've made many a post about the nature of antisemitism, and I don't expect I'll ever stop. But I've made relatively few posts about antisemites, who they are, and why they are. I don't mean to make a list of every antisemite in the world; I wouldn't be able to finish it before I died at my keyboard. Instead I want to explore a bit into the nature of antisemitic belief and what draws people to it, in the hopes of helping people recognize their own behaviors. This won't be a thorough taxonomy, but will focus on something I believe is at–or close to–the heart of the issue.

When I tell people antisemitism can have a racial component the response I usually get is, "but Jewish isn't a race so you can't be racist against Jews!" Now it's true that "Jewish" is not (currently) one of the accepted racial categories (up until some time in the 1950s you could list your race on U.S. censi as "Hebrew"), but that's not exactly what I mean. What I mean is that there's a pattern of thought that's part-and-parcel of racism and racist ideas, even if it's not always deployed against what we would consider a race. That pattern is bio-essentialism–the belief that there are certain inherent and largely invariant differences between discrete groups of people. This, for example, explains the significant overlap between racism and transphobia, if not always in practice than in thought. If you believe these differences exist along racial lines, it's simple enough to map them onto sex as well. Bio-essentialism is not the only driving force behind racism, but it is a significant one, and one that can be reasonably used as a predictor of racist thought. In this sense, focusing on phenotypes common among Jews (prominent noses, dark curly hair, olive skin) can have a racial component, and can result in behaviors and attitudes that behave like racism, even if Jews aren't a "race".

So we have racial antisemitism, and from here we can sit around and postulate on other alchemical combinations; the intersection of antisemitism and sexism, for example, resulting in stereotypes about nagging Jewish wives, overbearing Jewish mothers, and the Jewish American Princess. The intersection of antisemitism and patriarchy, creating anxieties about weak or effeminate Jewish men. Antisemitism and classism; antisemitism and homophobia; antisemitism and anti-theism; and on and on. But what about anti-Jewish antisemitism? What do we find that makes people hate Jews for being Jews?

I'm going to lean fairly heavily on Anti-Judaism: The Western Tradition by intellectual historian David Nirenberg. It's a fantastic albeit excruciating read, and I highly recommend everyone–Jewish and not–pick it up from their local library.

Much like the habits of bio-essentialism characterize much of racism, obsession with blame is (I believe) the core driver of anti-Jewish antisemitism. Specifically blame of the other, although that's generally merely step two in the process. Jews occupy a fairly unique position in the world in that in the vast majority of places where we live we don't really belong. We're treated as guests, reliant on the grace and magnanimity of our hosts to ensure our protection and survival. Part of this is our own doing; throughout the Diaspora our struggle to cohere to our identity has set us apart from everyone else. We don't like to assimilate any more than we have to. But it would be wrong to place the blame for our status entirely on our shoulders, so I will not do so. For the purposes of this post let us take it prima facie that Jews maintain a role of perpetual outsiders–among the nations of the world but not of them.

Throughout history this status has allowed our hosts to define themselves in opposition to us. Jews, who never really belonged, became emblematic of whatever ill the current society, religion, or philosophy decided was most pressing. We gave people opportunity to externalize their own faults, to shift blame from themselves and their comrades to nefarious interlopers. To recontextualize their responsibility to themselves into a Manichaean (I use the word deliberately) struggle between darkness and light. If the anxieties of the day centered around hypocrisy, Jewish Rabbis were the hypocrites you should strive to be unlike. If it was infidelity, it was the Jewess temptresses who were to blame. If it was greed, it was certainly the Jewish bankers who were at fault.

Perhaps my use of past-tense verbs is misleading; this is still the nature of antisemitism today. But this is certainly also how it began. The urge to excise culpability is a fairly common one. It crosses cultural boundaries and expresses itself in toddlers the world around. And so whither the Jews went, childish vindictiveness followed.

When we understand how antisemitism is used as a tool, we can begin to understand the work it does for those who use it. Antisemitism is the antidote to critical thought, to skepticism and self-reflection. It creates a "them", not in reality but in the mind. It explains failure not through any self-conscious rumination, but in the creation of vagrants, infiltrators, and saboteurs.

It now becomes clear why nearly every conspiracy theory is antisemitic, or rapidly hurtling in that direction. One of the cornerstones of conspiratorial thought (as expounded by Michael Barkun in A Culture of Conspiracy: Apocalyptic Visions in Contemporary America) is the belief that the conspiracies are composed out outside forces. When neo-Nazis compose their "Every Aspect of _____ is Jewish" flyers, they can hardly focus on the fact that the vast majority of the people they blame are American. Americans are the in-group and as such cannot be at fault. Jews are an easily accessible out-group, in part because Jewishness is so "sneaky" (you can be Jewish and not even know it! Even Wikipedia can't seem to decide when someone is Jewish or not!). When people believe that the CIA was responsible for assassinating John F. Kennedy, it's never in their capacity as red-blooded patriotic Americans; it's always the result of insiders from Russia, China, and ultimately, Jews. Even conspiracy theories that don't explicitly name Jews are engaged in antisemitic thought, so long as they seek to pin events on the actions of "them". There's a reason "they" has become memetic in neo-Nazi circles; those who are "them" are most assuredly not "us".

It also becomes clear how and why antisemitism traverses political boundaries, and infects discourse left, right, and center. The extremes–the far-right and far-left (for all the usefulness of the political spectrum, which is not much)–are more prone to antisemitic thought precisely because they are so far from the norm. The more you see wrong with society the more you seek those who are responsible. (Again it's important to note that "antisemitic thought" in this context refers to the habit of looking for outsiders to blame, and does not always map perfectly onto open bigotry toward "real Jews".) When England is close to being a perfect country, it is only through the actions of the Jews that it is prevented from becoming so. When Sovyet communism begins to collapse in on itself, it is certainly the Jews who are accused. It is never "us" or "we"; it is always "they" and "them". And in a fit of cruel irony, when antisemitism becomes un-fashionable, the "no-true-scotsman" fallacy is often deployed, assigning the use of conspiratorial bigotry to impersonators and pretenders.

So what can we do? What can we learn, and how can we change? We can start by resolving to think critically, to not take the easy answers. We can look inward, not outward, and find things to improve in ourselves, rather than assuming that our faults are not our fault. We can be skeptical of conspiracy theories, of people who want to direct our anger in ways that serve their own goals. As always, we can protect and uplift Jews and Jewish communities worldwide. We can orient ourselves toward finding solutions, instead of finding reasons for why we can't. We can unlearn the thought patterns, cliches, and habits of antisemitic thought, or that lead to antisemitic thought. We can stop trying to look for the bad people, and start trying to be the good people.

[thesweetnessofspring]

Another thing about the epilogue is that in the beginning, Katniss doesn't say she doesn't want kids. She says she's never having them. Big difference.

Here's the thing, I do agree with you in terms of Katniss's heart of hearts, but there is this exchange with Gale:

"I never want to have kids," I say. "I might. If I didn't live here," says Gale. "But you do," I say, irritated. "Forget it," he snaps back.

Katniss doesn't give us insight exactly into why she doesn't want kids here. She does speak of how difficult it is to have a family, and at this point she hasn't explained what The Hunger Games are. Also at the start of the series, Katniss is resigned to the fact that this is the way life is. She's not itching for rebellion like Gale. To her, life will continue this way, and she doesn't want to have kids in the only Panem she's ever known. So therefore, she will "never want to have kids."

The reasoning for this declaration is given more depth in the last chapter of the novel:

That if I do have feelings for him, it doesn't matter because I'll never be able to afford the king of love that leads to a family, to children. And how can he? How can he after what we've just been through?

And in Catching Fire in regards to the baby bomb:

Isn't it the thing I dreaded most about the wedding, about the future—the loss of my children to the Games? And it could be true now, couldn't it? If I hadn't spent my life building up layers of defenses until I recoil at even the suggestion of marriage or a family?

Honestly, these lines are just heartbreaking. In the first one, Katniss uses transactional language, as she often does. It's not that she doesn't want a family, she can't afford it, just as she couldn't afford the cakes in the bakery shop. The cost of having a child would be far too high, of losing her children to the Games or else watching them struggle in the pains of hunger, cold, and want. To possibly die herself and leave them vulnerable, as what happened to her after her father's death. In the CF quote, she admits that she built a defense against the very thing that could destroy her: love. The most powerful love she could experience, and a potential fate that she "got a taste of" with Prim at the 74th Reaping, but could curtail by volunteering for her, something she would be powerless to do as a mother.

If Katniss truly didn't want children, didn't want a marriage, didn't want what her life was in the epilogue, she wouldn't have needed to build those defenses. And not only that, it was layers of them. As if each time she had a thought or feeling toward that life, she told herself, "no, that's not for me. That is a life I can't have."

People may argue Katniss was choosing not to have children, but is it really a free choice if the Capitol's violence would be perpetuated against her children in either poverty and/or a spot in the Games? If the choices are a.) never have sex that will lead to pregnancy b.) see your child go hungry and live in poverty; or c.) see your child be taken to the Hunger Games, how is that at all free choice? Like every other aspect of her life, even this, the choice to marry or not, was being coerced by the Capitol even before she stepped in the Games.

It's only a choice when she can be as certain as any parent reasonably can that her children are safe. And though it understandably takes her time, in the end, she does agree to have children with Peeta. The "layers of defenses" slowly come down and she's able to see what was behind there: a desire for a family. And with that, taking back the life that the Capitol took from her when she was eleven years old.

[stephiramona]

The tale of two cities according to Heiko and Stephi - Part 500

Unbelievable! This is the 500th part of our "Tales"! So Heiko and I thought that something special was needed.

But first of all, we want to thank you. You are fantastic, and without you and your comments, this wouldn't have been the same.

In the past years we have visited each other a few times, and this week we both wrote something about what we think the biggest differences of our hometowns are.

Let's start with Heiko's text and the photo (the first one) he took in Munich:

Today is our 500th Tale, which is pretty unbelievable. Yet, I admit that we are repeating ourselves a lot when it comes to the seasons (watch our for Christmas time) and we might even have repeated ourselves in some subjects. Still, we are doing the Tales for almost 10 years, a feat neither Stephi nor myself would have ever thought we would accomplish.

We also visited the other person’s city a couple of times and there are some differences about them. Picking out one, I would say that Munich is just bigger and you really need some time to explore the city. It just looked vaster to me. It seemed that you always need e tram or train to get to another spot. In Cologne, on one of Stephi’s trip, we went on foot and within a couple of hours I was able to show her the heart of the city with some of the most important places. I admit that if we took a tram, we would have been able to see other spots as well that are not in the center but more on the fringes, but you can spend a couple of days in Cologne by foot and see a lot of great and important places. I never had that feeling in Munich as the tourist attractions and other cool places were further apart.

Basically, you can spend a day in Cologne and see a lot of the city. I don’t think that would have been able in Munich. Yet, it’s well worth to spend more days in Cologne and go into some local pubs to get to know the people of the city and it’s flair. That will pass you by when you are only in the center that is usually crowded with tourists.

Another difference are the temperatures I experienced. Today it was cold and windy in Cologne. But I have never felt temperatures like on that trip in January 2017. That was cold and could have served as my own personal hell.

My picture from Munich is from that cold January trip and I am trying to show the vastness of the city.

Other things are petty similar though. I have seen some cool parks in Munich in which people hang out. The same is true for Cologne.

Since I spend most time with Stephi and Pete (and Fern on one trip), I didn’t get know other people from Munich. But according to Stephi, the people are pretty cool and open minded, other than the impression you get from Bavarian’s politicians and the way people vote. Cologne also praises itself for being open minded and I usually find that to be true.

I could probably go on for a while but I still want to thank you for sticking with us, reading our Tales and responding from time to time. I rarely respond but I really do appreciate your comments and feedback, read and enjoy it. Thank you all very much.

Now to my text and the photo I took in Cologne:

I think, Cologne and Munich are both great but very different cities. During my visits to Cologne, I was most impressed by the cathedral and the river Rhine. We inhabitants of Munich love our cathedral but - if I'm honest - the "Frauenkirche" isn't very impressive. At least not as impressive as the "Kölner Dom". Munich has a sweet little river, the Isar. It's nice for swimming and for spending some quality time. The river Rhine is way bigger and more impressive, but it's not a good idea to swim in it. I guess, you can't have everything. In my opinion, both rivers belong to the highlights of our respective hometowns, but in a different way.

Munich is close to the mountains and has beautiful surroundings. If you ever visit Munich you should take the time to visit the surroundings as well. Munich and Cologne look very different but the biggest differences for me are the people. When I was in Cologne, I found the citizens so nice, and refreshing, funny, and honest. During my first visit to Cologne, I took a taxi and the taxi driver wasn't only funny, he even wanted to share his breaktime snack with me and offered some radishes. I can't imagine something like that happening in Munich. Munich's citizens are more stiff and not as open as the ones of Cologne are.

Have you ever visited both cities? What do you think are the most differences of our hometowns?

[aliceattheart]

Can I request a Yandere Alastor, Vox, and Valentino(separate) please?

Yan! Hazbin Hotel x AFAB reader

Yeah! I totally don't mind at all :]

Sadly at the moment the only character I feel comfortable with writing for is Alastor. I don't know much about Vox and Valentino. I do apologize 😭

I kinda skimmed it for slight spelling mistakes. All in all, I got it done. :D

Yan! Alastor

Alastor is deadly obsessed with your scent. That's what led the Doll maker to you. His little Doll.

Alastor is sickened with existential possessive tranquility. To gaze at your smile only makes him yearn for your touch.

It was only a matter of time before he put his nerves beside and spoke to you. "Well hello there Miss, may I aquire a little bit of your precious time." Kissing the back of your hand. The charmer he appears to be. With a mouth full of sharp teeth and sharp claws. You found it weird that he was so gentle.

You have no one to blame for failing madly in love with his elegant charm and sweet voice. A voice that carried endless symphonies of love and no regrets.

You were content with his lack of Physical affection but none the less you did want to embrace and fall into his lips. He would give in every now and again but you couldn't shake of the somber ravenous guilty of intimacy.

Deciding that you couldn't keep a facade, you wanted to break things off. "Y/n, my Moon in the Red sky. Are you saying you don't want me?" When he put it that way you feel disgusted with yourself. But you can't give in.

"Alastor, my heart yearns for something more. Something you can't give. It's not because you've failed to love me. I'm just greedy and selfish."

The last words that came out of your mouth. Did you really mean it? After that you started to spill like an over flowing sink. Words you've never thought came out. "I was wrong for ever thinking of leaving you. I'll stay with you for all eternity, even if I don't have that. In death I wouldn't want to part from you." You were confused and apparently your mouth wasn't listening to your wants and demands.

Alastor sat facing you with big dark eyes, smiling benevolently at you. Opening his mouth to speak he said. "Y/n, you are my muse I can't just let you run off. No need to think or hide away. Let's keep you as my favorite Doll for all eternity, please?" He formed it as a question but in reality he wasn't giving you a choice.

With a snap of his fingers your body became silent to your pleads for movement. Alastor humming a tune, picked you up. You felt like a sack of potatoes heavy, yet weightless in his arms. Opening a demon circle to his residence. He proceeds to take you to his basement. Strapping you into a chair.

"My Sweet Doll Face. He whispered into your left ear. "This will only hurt for a while. I shall break you and put you back together. For my love for you is true. You shall move to my wishes and mine alone. Your heart shall not want for more." He kissed your lips. And sewn them shut.

For the first time in all your existence you wanted to beg for mercy, to god. Irony isn't, you couldn't speak.

Alice here :D

I this would be my first ever request. I want to make it short. In the future I'll specify the characters I right for. I pray that I'll be able to build the courage and make a Master list.

[bethanysnow]

How I think Stray Kids would date a Plus Size Girlfriend!~ Makenae line!

Hyung Line

-Han

This man is going to deny his feelings so hard???? Like my god- he is gonna flirt with you, hold your hand, be an absolute adorable pain in your ass. Let you in, and if asked about it? Nahh, we are just friends. And its gonna crush you. But he knows as soon as it left his face he shouldn't have said it. He is just protecting his heart and he is scared.

He is so internal about his deep feelings that most people wouldn't be able to tell if he was upset, but if you see that his eyes are gonna light up like fireworks. We see how aware he is around Leeknow, how in the SKZ show he did with Minho he was able to tell like 'wait 10 seconds and if he sighs or huffs he didn't really wanna do it' THIS MAN IS SO DETAILED?! Like we know he is an angst boy, and loves writing heartbreaking songs, I don't think that he would change that about himself, but he would write about your troubles. How he is so desperate to see yourself the way he sees you. Which I think if he was to date a plus-size girlfriend it would unironically be a like Noona thing? We all joke and tease that this man is subby and needs a minho or a dominate woman, but I think he just likes to not have to be 'the pants' as it were. I don't get a super typical masc vibe so having someone who is on the other side of the spectrum is helpful. He isn't a dominant person, he doesn't like the attention a lot of the time. He reminds me of like very calm and collected kinda he will be your peace. He will remind you to drink water, and hold you when you're sad, but also wants to be held.

He will fall in love with you internally and grow to love your body. Which is a pain, but its true I think. First thing out of his boys mouth is how cute you are, and prepare to have your cheeks squished. Lots of demanding kisses, lots of hand holding. If you can carry him? OOO YOU'VE GOT HIM IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND! He loves to be baby, but don't let that fool you that he is any less man than changbin or Channie or anyone else

-Felix

I think out of everyone (this may be controversial) this man is the one that is going to have the most internal problems with the idea. Where for hyunjin its a lot around his perception, but for felix its all internal. I say this because like Chan, he lived in Australia, and moved to Korea. He is going to have a lot of complexes regarding his looks. He went and starved himself for 5 ish days because he felt he needed to for a fashion show. (which isn't true) He did martial arts and as someone who dated a person who also did martial arts with a similar amount of awards, there is so much conversation around what your body can do? In that culture? Pushing past those limits, finding your inner strength. This is great in theory, but not so in practice if done poorly because it forces you to think far more critically and not constructively about yourself. He has on record talked about how not great he thinks he looks and it breaks my heart and I very much think that it would affect a relationship. Not that I think he is worried about public reception, but he might buy into a lot of the bad science that's out there around plus-size bodies. I also think him and Chan would make jokes that aren't that.... well-received?

But if he gets through all of that, you have an absolute dork on your hands. He is so ready to skip chapters and be 4 years married going to your daughter's dance recital. He will dote on you and lay on you, and just hold your face in his hands and squish your cheeks to make duck lips. He is I think like Han in that softer masculinity, not that it's any less masculine. He's just not gonna be very dude-bro about it. If you want to take the lead he's all for it. If you want him to be the lead he'll happily step up. I think like some other members of SKZ he wants to provide for you, he wants to make sure you are happy and taken care of and feel loved. If you have a love language or a attachment style he will research it, or if you have an interest he will look into it to try and talk to you about it. Being plus size I think it wouldn't affect him much and if you needed to sit he'd sit with you.

He knows shame, and so if you were stuck in a situation where you felt shame like going to dinner with friends or being invited to do a day outing and getting winded? He would defend you or try his best to make it suck less. He is such a quiet reliance that he will be your security when the world falls apart.

-Seungmin

This motherfucker doesn't give a single flying fuck about how you look. Or how you think you look or if you think you look bad. It will always go like this

"Whats wrong?"

"...It's nothing"

Punches you in tiny "what's wrong?"

"I just don't feel pretty okay? Or like I deserve you or just gahh!"

"..Well that's dumb. Of course you deserve me. We love each other."

and he will walk away, run back ruffle your hair or give you a kiss and walk away again. THATS IT! I think if it was really serious he would listen and try to help, but he knows hes not gonna change how you feel about yourself in some grand gesture. We know he teases a lot of people, but if you made him aware that 'hey lets not' I think he'd be considerate about it. He'd then tease you about something else, but he knows not to super cross lines set up. If someone around yall makes a 'joke' or tries to make fun of you I believe he'd either try and spin it in a way where its not bad, or he'd play threaten violence but you know its not as...play as people believe it to be. He is I think also in the line of softer masculinity, but is more leaning towards the hyung line of masculine than someone like Felix. (everyone has their moments of course)

He is one of those people that I see wanting an equal partnership, someone he can have banter with (not just be rude and see if you put up with it) but like actual witty banter. He is simultaneously baby but also is happy to hold you close. He doesn't care about looking stupid in public so don't let you think for a moment he wouldn't hold your hand in public. He would bring you up in any conversation, just so proud of you and your accomplishments. He is rather shy of a person, until you get to know him then he is a twerp so if you can bounce with that energy you've got a good relationship in spades.

-I.N

This man is such a dweeb! In a good way! But his clumsy ass would actually be falling head over heels! I dont think hes gotten a lot of outside experience in the dating scene due to school and then just instant idol life? So someone with similar youthful energy that matches his would do really well. I think he'd need someone his age too, unlike Han who would be interested in a noona. Noona stuff for him I feel is more kidding than real relationship material.

This is where I have to apologize to Jeongin stans, I do not have a single romantic or interested bone in my body for IN other than 'he is baby, let me feed him food'. I wanna take care of him like a big sister, not a girlfriend. Though because of this I will link some fics to hopefully make it better. (I haven't read these so be warned)

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@7ndipity @kaciidubs @itshannjisung @dreamescapeswriting @moonlightndaydreams @cutesyh @maymayribee @hanjisunglover @ldysmfrst

[prettyoatmeal]

konig dating headcannons?

König Headcanons While You're Dating

YES!!!! I was actually just working on them before you'd asked this so I'm glad I could quickly finish this up in time to send a reply. I'm the biggest König fangirl so I already had this sitting in my drafts for a bit.

Just like the last one, there will be SFW and NSFW headcanons with a Gender Neutral reader.

Genre: Fluff, smut under NSFW cut.

Warnings: Mentions of König's social anxiety.

Enjoy!!

Masterlist here!

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You'd needed to be the one to tell him how you felt. His anxiety denied him to ever open up in a way like that. What if you didn't feel the same? You wouldn't want to be his friend anymore then he'd be stuck with no one to talk to. You were the one person that could bring him complete comfort so that was difficult for him.

Getting to know him over the time allowed him to feel more comfortable around you and vice versa. He's a stud. A 6'10 killing machine, but his personality didn't depict that at all.

He was gentle and caring, not at all like the persona behind his mask. Not like the one that goes on missions and slaughter sprees.

He worried too much about falling for his only friend that his heart couldn't take it when you finally told him you liked him.

His heart was beating so fast, you swore you could hear it thumping against his chest.

He tried keeping his composure, but the excitement in his voice was not able to be hidden.

"Date? Tomorrow night?"

Thats where the beautiful relationship blossomed.

After you'd been dating for a while, his true colours would start showing.

He'd cook for you, clean for you, pretty much do all the housework so you wouldn't have to lift a muscle.

Of course you still helped, you couldn't have him doing all the chores. But it was the thought that counted.

Cooking would be his favourite way to impress you when he isn't deployed, and this type of Central European cuisine became a main portion of your diet.

"My love, König, you're doing the always cooking. Let me take over for tonight."

"Schatz, please, I'm trying to concentrate on the Goulash. Sit down."

Yes, sir 🫡

König would always be big on communication. It's the foundation for a healthy relationship. If he was ever anxious or afraid of something, he'd always come to you even if he barely had the courage to do so.

You'd always give him that closure he needed to hear, and vice versa.

He may be cold and serious on missions, but thats only because his job required him to be like that. In reality, König was very emotional.

He'd never really had someone like you to open up to, so just talking about his feelings (whether he'd be happy or upset) would result in him almost sobbing.

He would very much be that person to babble on for hours and hours at a time to you about his special interests. He could talk for hours about all his different guns and knives and the stories behind them. And you would gladly listen.

König would often get lost in how passionate he is about his firearms and you couldn't do anything but stare back at him with heart eyes. He became so talkative with you, it made you fall in love with him even more. König knew he could trust you, so he couldn't help but get every thought out all at once about his interests. He wanted you to know every little detail possible, and even if you had no idea what he was talking about, you would still gladly listen and match his excitement.

It was bloody adorable.

He'd definitely take you to a shooting range to guide you at and try to teach you to be just as good as him handling firearms.

Since serving in the military is so big in his life, he'd teach you some self defence methods for when he isn't around to protect you.

He couldn't let anything happen to you or he'd never forgive himself.

König wouldn't show much PDA, he'd definitely be too nervous for that. Maybe the occasional hand holding. But alone, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you.

He'd be all over you, holding onto your waist, your thighs, your hips. He'd constantly be trying to hold onto you, following you around behind you like a lost puppy if it meant he could hold onto your hand just a little while longer.

Holding onto you made him feel safe. As long as he's holding onto you, you couldn't leave him.

The poor boy was so touch deprived, the first hug you'd ended up giving him, he didn't know how to hug you back and almost started sobbing.

He'd need to hold back when hugging you just so he wouldn't crush your bones. He was very unaware of his strength the first time he'd hugged you back and gave you that little bit of an uncomfortable squish.

He'd realised how tightly he squeezed you without him even noticing so he promised himself that he'd always be as gentle as possible with you.

He felt like an elephant in a porcelain store when he was around you. Like a rare treasure that was his and only his, so precious and so fragile.

The first time he'd prompted to remove his hood for you, you instantly felt nervous. And so did he! He was extremely anxious you'd despise his looks. He was pretty insecure already due to his massive height and build, especially as a sniper. His size was already inconvenient, he didn't want you to think less of him due to how his face looks.

He'd finally removed his hood and you could do nothing but stare at him in awe, observing all his beautiful features.

You were staring at his beauty so much you almost didn't realised he'd teared up a little. It's safe to say he was very flustered.

"No, my love, don't start crying. You're too beautiful to cry."

He'd cry anyway and you'd end up with a sobbing soldier in your chest.

You had been calling him your 'beautiful boy' and 'pretty boy' ever since, and it gets him embarrassed every time. Getting more comfortable around you and not wearing his hood all that often anymore, he can't hid his red face anymore.

That'll also end with him burying his face into your chest.

No matter how big he'd be compared to you, he'd always be your pretty little boy.

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NSFW

I'll say it once and only once,

He's a thighs man.

If you two are in a saucy situation, he'll be practically ripping into your thighs. Grabbing them, digging his fingers into them, he would not be able to keep his hands off them.

(Or mouth)

He had a thing for marking you.

He wouldn't mark you in clearly visible places like on your neck or anything. He'd leave those marks on your collar bone or your chest or your thighs. Those little purple and blue bruises and love bites. Out of sight, out of mind. But not for him.

No one else could see them, except him. No one knew they were there, except him.

He'd often feel himself getting hard in places he shouldn't like when you two are out together just by thinking of those love bites he'd leave on you. Looking in the general direction of them would make his mind go wild. A simple trip to the bathroom would pursue and he'd relieve himself as quietly as possible.

Speaking of such, he'd be very vocal in bed.

He has a tough and cold outer shell, but inside that is still a man that loves to please you.

BIG size kink.

He loves laying his cock against your stomach just to see the size difference.

"Liebling, how will you ever be able to take this? I suppose he'll just need to make it fit, won't we?"

The first time with him, early on he'd be gentle and whiny.

Slow, deep thrusts, making sure you both feel as good as possible.

Then he'd start getting desperate and his moans would become louder.

Dirty talk king, here.

Or well,

Dirty talk König.

Not the talk itself, but the way he delivers it.

He'll whisper the some generic sentences you'll hear in dirty talk, but in the filthiest, most shameless moans you'd ever hear from this man.

"I ought to fill you up with my cum, shouldn't I, S-Schatz? Leave a- shieße- a pretty l-little bulge in your stomach, hmm?"

His job requires a lot of stamina from him, and boy does he have that.

He'll pound into you like theres no tomorrow.

"Liebling- fuuuck!- Ahh, i'm so close. Please, please, please, please may I cum inside you! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

He'll beg you to cum even if you can't say anything back. Even if theres nothing else on your mind, even if you've been dumbified down by his rapid pounding and all you can think about now is his cock inside you and how it throbs for his release.

When he does cum, inside you or not, he lets out the most shameless, high pitched moans and whimpers which you'd never expected a man like him to release.

And,

Oh boy,

It was hot.

König couldn't care in the moment who could hear, all he wanted them to know was how good his partner is making him feel.

And the same went for you.

He'd want you to make as much noise as you could, he would not let you shut up. If you ever went to cover your mouth or bite onto your tongue to keep yourself from making any noise, he'd quickly notice on it and tell you to stop. He's the kind to intertwine your fingers together and pin them next to you just so you don't cover your mouth again.

Again, he'd be very big on pleasing you though.

If you are AFAB, this man would be very pussy drunk for days and days after the session, unable to think of anything else other than you.

He'd eat you out like theres no tomorrow, making you shake and shiver with every time you'd climax on his mouth. Then the pattern would repeat.

If you are AMAB, he would not be able to keep your cock out of his mouth.

He may be massive compared to you, but he isn't used to the feeling of anything really in his mouth, so he'd gag maybe just a bit before he'd gotten used to it.

But he loved it, he loved it so fucking much. He loved the feeling of your cock down his throat as your cum is forced down his oesophagus.

He'd look up at you with the most beautiful puppy eyes you'd ever seen, indirectly begging for you to cum in his mouth.

Then you would, and he'd put the attention back in between your legs.

Very into praise, giving and receiving, it makes him remember he's loved.

You calling him a good boy would just raise his sex drive. Doing this will also send the sweaty, incoherently babbling mess of a man into a silent shock for a split second before he'd let out those beautiful noises again.

"S-Say it again,, please.."

He'd beg you in between loud moans.

"Come on, König, who's my good boy?"

...

That's when you'd feel that hot, thick, gooey liquid shoot inside of you as he let out the filthiest moan you'd ever hear.

And he'll keep going.

He'll keep thrusting into you, overstimulated as hell and letting out the most breathy, wet noises from his mouth. He couldn't get enough of that feeling of being inside you.

His real pleasure comes from making you cum though, making sure you're through and satisfied by the time you two finish.

After your sessions he'd constantly be saying he loved you and how well you did taking him. He'd apologise for anything and everything, if he hurt you too much or if his cock stretched you out too much.

Fuck that,

You wouldn't be able to walk after his poundings, he'd need to give you extensive help so you wouldn't collapse onto the floor.

He'll make sure you're hydrated and cleaned up before taking you back to bed.

He'd kiss all the places he'd grabbed onto and left marks on (leaving more marks in the process).

"I'm so sorry, Schatzi. I didn't mean to cause you to not be able to walk."

"Be a good boy for me, König, and help me walk to the bathroom."

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Thank you so much for asking this!! And if you've read this all the way. I hope you enjoyed my babbles. Goodnight <3

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[spahhzy]

My I request more dragon slayer angst. Maybe a bit of unrequited love

*I'm finally getting to these*

Ruby: Yang?

Ruby entered the bar looking for her sister... she heard a couple of folk saying they saw a young woman with yellow hair come to this bar.

Walking up to the bar, she spoke to one of the bar tenders.

Ruby: Hi, uhm, have you seen this person? *shows a picture of Yang*

Bartender: Yeah... she's currently hammered playing pool at table 13.

Ruby nodded and slipped the bartender some lien for the help and went on her way.

???: Again!

???: Again? Listen lady... that like the 10th game in a row I've beaten you... maybe you should lay off the alcohol and -

???: I said AGAIN.

???: Alright alright sheesh...

Ruby made it to the table to see her sister, drunk, clumsily racking the balls before backing away from the table as the gentleman she was playing against made his break.

Ruby: Yang?

Yang just turned her head and waved at her sister.

Yang: Hiya Ruubes!

Ruby: What are you doing?

The gentlemen broke, and the balls spread out amongst the table, none making a pocket, leaving the table open for her.

Yang: Ah, you know... I'm just playing some pool.

As she says this, she stroked her pool stick into the cue ball, letting it roll until it struck the yellow 1 object ball.

Ruby: You missed Jaune's party...

Yang: Yeah... just wasn't my style, you know? Hey, wanna drink?

Yang offered her a shot glass, to which Ruby declined as her sister shrugged her shoulders and downed the liquid before she leaned across the pool table and sunk another solid.

Yang: Ya know, sis, I am finally able to see why Jaune liked this game so much, such a calm but tense game.

Yang reached over and hit the cue ball again, watching as it hit another of her solids, sinking it into a low corner pocket.

Yang grabbed another shot and downed it quickly before continuing her turn as she sunk another solid.

Ruby: I think you've had enough shots, Yang.

Yang: Nonsense! The night is still young, and I'm celebrating Jaune's party in true Yang fashion.

Ruby: By playing pool and drinking yourself to death?

Yang just rolled her eyes.

Yang: Do I lecture you on how to party?

Ruby: That's because the Yang i know is always the life of said party...this isn't a party it's just you and the bottle.

Yang didn't say anything as she reached over and once again sunk another solid, leaving her just one before the 8ball.

Ruby: I know you're hurting Yang, but this-

Yang just let out a drunken mirthless laugh.

Yang: You don't know anything Ruby...you have Oscar, Weiss has Emerald, and Blake has Sun...

Ruby: Yang...

Yang: But who does Yang have!? No one! The one guy who i really liked, who I've tried flirting with, giving him signs, and who he even taught me how to play this game is getting married.

Leaning over, she hit her final solid into pocket, leaving her with her last ball, the 8ball.

Yang: What were all those times we shared together? Did it mean nothing to him? How was she just able to walk back into his life and take him from me! Why wasn't I enough!

In her anger, she hit the 8 ball too hard, causing her cue ball to go careening in a different direction, and at the same time, both the cueball and 8ball had both fell into the pocket.

She lost again.

Yang just collapsed into a seat as she stared sadly at the ceiling lights.

Yang: I just wanted to be enough for him...

And with that, Yang fell asleep, with tears running down her face.

The dragon had been defeated, finally lost after suffering a broken heart.

Ruby looked at the other gentleman.

Ruby: I think you should go.

The man nodded, not needing to be told twice as Ruby called Oscar, advising him to get the spare bedroom ready, as she wouldn't leave her sister alone when she needed someone.

-

I leave the mystery of who Jaune is marrying up to you.

[tsuiioku]

𝖎'𝖒 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉, 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓' 「𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦」 ༉‧₊˚

content. gn!reader. wholesome fluff, mentions of possessiveness (nikolai), different valentine's day gifts. not proofread.

author's note. i managed to churn the last of this out, so here is my little contribution to valentine's day! i wasn't able to write too much, but i hope it brightens your day, even if by a little bit.

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synopsis. what the BSD guys get you for valentine's day!

𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

A box of assorted chocolates. He isn't the type to present a spectacular gift, at least never in the way most would—he has to stand out from the crowd. So instead, these chocolates have a little surprise inside. Some may be filled with caramel, and others may be filled with hot sauce. He lives for your reactions, whether it's delight or sputtering, to try and put out the fire on your tongue. He'd make a game out of it, but he'd already have memorized every single flavor, ensuring that the last could be a sweet one bitten between the both of you before he dove in to get a taste of your lips.

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

A bundle of flowers. Rows of softened roses, curled lilies, and blossoming anemones. Or perhaps even a collection of flowers he sees on his way home from work every day. Their delicate petals only represent a speck of your beauty, paling in comparison as you grace him with your beaming smile. Each has been intricately planned, not because of their meaning but because something about them reminded him of you. He sees them, and he thinks of you. Not simply a reminder that he wants to gift you the world but also a reminder of how you are his world and encompass his every living thought.

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗩𝗦𝗞𝗬 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

A handwritten card. Completely written in Russian, to be specific. The motto with Fyodor and relationships is "be prepared to work for it," and that is applicable to his gifts. It would take time to translate, let alone decipher the metaphorical language that is used. However, it's all worth it when you feel the sheer love radiating from the page, even if his own pride can prevent him from expressing the words he really wants to say directly. Say them for him, and you'll have earned yourself a softened smile to melt your heart.

𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗜 𝗚𝗢𝗚𝗢𝗟 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

A box of candy hearts. Many find them disgusting, but he seems to adore them, swallowing them by the handful. He would tie together different assortments of jewelry, gifting you candy necklaces and bracelets made from them. And don't pay attention to the messages written on the hearts. Or the gleam in his eye as he fastens these accessories around your wrist and neck, knowing in his heart that he is never planning on letting go. You've tied him down, and now it's your turn to get a taste.

𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗠𝗔 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

A plate of cookies. This would be a shared present between the both of you, with the true gift of it all being the time you spent baking together, rather than the delicious dessert. It wouldn't matter if they were the most disgusting cookies ever; he only wanted to enjoy his free time with you, laughing and dancing in the kitchen as sweet music played. You'd splash frosting at each other before initiating a chase around the kitchen island. You would be a mess by the end of it, but the kisses and cookies at the end were so worth it.

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