#nor do u ever think they expect much better out of u

[shellxrls]

i don’t think rafe would get sober for love or approval, and least of all for himself.

[gay-dorito-dust]

YOOO I SEE U FELLOW UNUS ANUSER🫵🫵 i fucking love ur works keep at it bestie pls feed our delusions😫😫

may i ask for, dan heng, blade and jing yuan with a sweet and kind s/o but the moment theyre (the characters) are talked to in a disrespectful way, s/o is immediately turning into a guard dog with a “i’ll tear out your guts with my hand showed down your throat”? idk i just love feral but also gentle s/o tropes so much😔

Thank you 🫵 my fellow Unus Anuser for the ask and enjoying my writings, despite me thinking half of them could be better but I’m not going to complain if ppl enjoy them regardless.

Dan Heng:

He’s taken aback by your sudden threats of violence towards a random pedestrian for intentionally bumping into him.

He was more use to Caelus rummaging through trash cans before waxing poetry about them and whenever March 7th going off on her own as it was expected of their characters.

You however? His sweetheart, his precious jewel and beloved partner? It was extremely unexpected. Dan Heng had to physically stop you from actually fulfilling your threat by holding you against him before putting a good deal of distance between you and the rude individual.

He’s not against you defending his honour, he just doesn’t want you engaging in fights with random people just because they said something about him that you didn’t like. He didn’t want you to stoop to their level and become like them, no matter how good your reasonings for doing so may be. Dan Heng just wants you to be better than them and not give them the reaction that they needed to fuel their own narratives.

That and Dan Heng knew that you could easily kick their ass but he didn’t felt like dealing with being chased by the authorities for unprovoked acts of violence. However some exceptions can be made to this but Dan Heng would much rather that you kept out of trouble, just for his sake and his sanity as he didn’t want to make breaking you out of jail a reoccurring thing.

Jing Yuan:

His interest is peaked.

Who’d knew that someone as sweet and kind as you had such a vicious side, waiting to come out.

Jing Yuan didn’t care for much what others said about him, but having you come to his defence without hesitation had him smiling with pride. His reputation precedes him wherever he went, so naturally he wasn’t going to be easily intimidated by senseless yapping of others, especially those who had not even the slightest clue of the things he’s put himself through in order to get where he was.

While Jing Yuan appreciates your need to stick up for him, he didn’t think it was necessary for you to waste your time and energy on those who lack the capacity to listen to a voice that wasn’t their own.

‘Always pick your battles wisely my dear,’ he said all the while looking at the person who insulted him dead in the eye with that half asleep expression of his, ‘for most aren’t worth fighting in.’ He finishes before gently pulling you by the waist and walking away.

Blade:

He had an inkling that there was more to you than meets the eye. However he didn’t expect someone who went out of their way to feed stray kittens and puppies, patch up his wounds despite knowing he could heal, would ever spout such detailed threats towards another person.

He didn’t give two shits about what people said about him that he hasn’t heard before, he had long grown immune to ignore the comments from those who didn’t know him nor his past. Yet he couldn’t help but revel in the look of surprise on the persons face the words left your lips, chuckling softly at the countless possible thoughts that must be running through their head in that moment.

It was always the sweetest people that everyone was the least suspicious about, it was near enough impossible to fathom that they were capable of hurting anyone.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing is what described you best in this moment as Blade watched you with new found interest. He found this side of you rather exciting and wanted nothing more than to help you hone in on this side of you and use it to your advantage; Yet he found another part of himself wanting to be the one inciting violence, as he refuses you to tread the same path he did, he wouldn’t allow it.

After all he was the weapon.

He was the one stained in the blood of others.

He was the one that inflicted pain onto others and himself and it was something he will continue to do until death was finally granted to him in whatever form that may be. Blade will refuse you from ever embracing that side of yourself if it meant sending you on a projectory much like his own.

You were his light in the dark for a reason and while it was reassuring to know that you had what it took to fight back, Blade would much rather be the one to fight instead and to be the one to keep your hands clean of blood and violence overall.

[lovemomhatepolice]

rafe cameron nswf alphabet (part 2) (minors DNI!)

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Rafe would never agree to group sex in his life. Maybe it would have crossed his mind even earlier when he wasn't in a relationship with you and just had a single life, but now there's no way he would agree to it. Even more so for sex with another man, oh no. He wouldn't tolerate the sight of you and someone else giving you pleasure

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Well, let's not kid ourselves, Rafe definitely prefers to receive something than to give. Although let's not hide it, this is slowly changing, and thanks to you! (And for you) Previously, he was only focused on his own pleasure, and now he wants to give it to you as well, because after all, you are his only princess, whom he has to take care of and make sure she is quite satisfied But yes, he's pretty darn talented

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Here, too, I don't think there is too much to say. It really depends on your mood, because Rafe can also be slow and tender, but very often your sex is just rough. Not that you don't like it, on the contrary. Ever since you started having sex with Rafe, you immediately liked it, and what's to say, the boy definitely knows what he's doing And just so you know! Even though he's harsh, that doesn't mean he's hurting you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Ay, this man is definitely a fan of fast rounds. I think he very often feels the need to just take you to any toilet and just fuck you. That's right, that's why quickies are paradise for him. Wherever you are, you are always in the mood for them How often? Often. But not as often as your evening long games

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) The risk is as much as you allow. Rafe doesn't seem to me to be the type who insisted very much. After all, he is the son of one of the most influential men on the island, after all, he can't disgrace the name. As much as he would love to show everyone that you are his and only his, there are limits he won't cross himself, much less without your loud approval. He's more of a risk taker when it comes to getting you pregnant…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He can score many rounds, really, is how much he has in him…. oh jesus Do you want one round? Alright, there will be one. You want five? There will be five. As much as you are able to endure, so long will Rafe be able to endure as well. Sometimes a little shorter, he'll satisfy you with his hand or mouth, and sometimes longer than you do, so he'd probably expect the same from you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn't have and has never had toys intended for himself. Nor has he ever been a big fan of them, because he thought he could do everything himself much better than some plastic. However, once he saw you satisfying yourself with a vibrator while he was home, I swear, Rafe went crazy Now he occasionally pulls it out of your drawer when you fuck and it assists your orgasm, and sometimes he just wants you to show him how you satisfy yourself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) The man is a bloody teaser. He can touch you somewhere all day, send you all sorts of bawdy messages and behave in the worst way he can, only to pretend later in the evening that none of this happened and leave you alone craving remarks. The same during intercourse, when you are already geared up to take him in…. Ah, Rafe

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Rafe is not a fan of being loud. Of course, you may hear loud sighs or gasps of air coming from his mouth. Often moans as well, but in his case it is quite muffled. He much prefers to listen to your loud voice, which shudders from the satisfaction it gives your body

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) In the past, he often had sex under the influence of drugs, so long as he didn't really feel anything but them and the created satisfaction. It wasn't until he met you and put them aside that he saw what real intimacy was and that he didn't need powders and pills at all to be satisfied

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He is big, really, after all. It will come as no surprise to anyone when I write this very thing. Rafe is big and there is no fooling himself. And at the same time he's damn experienced, which is why he knows how to fit in perfectly in you

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Rafe could fuck all day. I swear, you and him are like fucking rabbits. But what a surprise, Rafe Cameron is irresistible and he thinks the same about you. As soon as he sees you, he immediately wants to have you as close as he can. And of course it shows - I'll say it again, Rafe Cameron is a clingy guy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He doesn't fall asleep very quickly, I assume he has sleep problems caused by various traumatic events. When you are next to him, of course, he falls asleep much easier, however, he continues to have problems with them. He likes to lie down and touch your bare hands or hair to calm down a bit and fall asleep faster, but this doesn't always work out, so you stay with him longer and wait until he falls asleep so you can fall asleep easily yourself, without worrying that your boyfriend won't get a wink of sleep all night

A/N: first part! i will be very pleased if you leave something behind - orders are open!

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

[loveywon]

ENHYPEN AS LADY GAGA SONGS !

pairings! enhypen hyung line x gn!reader (separately) wc! 1.3k+ synopsis! enhypen as lady gaga songs ................... warnings! very slightly suggestive in jake's (aluded hookups), um little(?) angst in jay's, husband!jay x reader, heeseung situationship, sunghoon is barely touching the border of being obsessive idk, i think that's it lmk if i missed anything! not proofread who do u think i am

LEE HEESEUNG as POKERFACE

“no, he can’t read my poker face (she’s got me like nobody).”

to be fair, heeseung should’ve known better than getting into a complicated situationship with you. not that you were the ultimate heart breaker around campus or anything, but more so because you’re just too confusing. from the start, he was already enamored. you got him like you knew him since the two of you were kids, when in reality you two have only met for three months. it really wasn’t your fault, he couldn’t blame you as it was just the way you were. stoic, a bit cold, and he supposes it's how you’re able to easily read him like a children’s storybook. “how’s it going with y/n?” jay would ask every once in a while, and all heeseung can do is just shrug; how’s he supposed to know? one minute you’re ghosting, the next you’re asking him on a date and when the two of you can meet as soon as possible. “why don’t you just end things with y/n?” jay would then ask after heeseung’s previous answer, and he says in return, “i can’t.” almost like he’s addicted. maybe it’s the idea that you’re so unattainable, you won’t ever initiate a kiss nor say any affirming words unless he does it first and he wants to break you out of it. you’re exciting, it’s never the same with you. before he met you, he felt like his life was on autopilot and just doing the same routine every day. but now, he has something to expect from you, someone to keep him on his toes. he feels sick sometimes, like a sadist, he hurts whenever you ghost him or won’t really confirm you like him or not. he’s not really sure what it is about you, he feels like he’s gambling with what “type of y/n” he’ll get the next day, but one thing’s for sure, he’s hooked and can’t get enough.  (runner up was telephone for him but i ended up deciding on pokerface but PLEASE INDULGE WITH ME ON TELEPHONE HEESEUNG PLSSZEZZZ)

PARK JONGSEONG as BAD ROMANCE

“i want your ugly, i want your disease. i want your everything as long as it’s free.”

“you’re too young!” constantly rings in jay’s head. regret is a bad word to describe it, and he knows deep down that he doesn’t actually regret anything, but sometimes, just sometimes it's too much for him and he thinks you feel the same too. young and dumb is definitely something that you and jay represent, especially after literally eloping since neither of your respective families supported your relationship, not to mention marriage. it was all too surreal, the good was too good. waking up next to jay everyday felt like a dream, and jay can definitely say the same about you. the smell of pancakes in the morning stirring you awake, finding jay in the kitchen with a stupid “world’s number one husband” apron, serving the delicious breakfast onto a plate and handing it to you. “all good things come to an end” they say, but one thing that jay loves about you is that you’re stubborn, a bit headstrong, maybe a little bit too much, but it’s quite the reason why the both of you are still together. you fight like your life depends on it, and jay would find it almost painfully attractive if it weren’t for the constant back and forth screams that happens almost every day. it’s gotten so bad to the point where you’ve taken off your ring– not one, but two times, with jay following with “oh? that’s it, huh? well then, you know where the door is, right?” so condescending, you think. it’s really ugly, so hideous, it’s almost like an illness with the way your relationship plays out. “why not just be friends?” you think about at night sometimes, but both you and jay know that you both can not just be friends. you’ve seen each other's bad, the ugly, the disgusting, it’s too far to back out now.

SIM JAEYUN as SUMMERBOY

“baby you’ll just be my summer boyfriend (summerboy)!”

we have all the time in the world, you wish you could say to a sleepy jake next to you, in his bed. unfortunately for the both of you, you only have the summer. you love summer. and after meeting jake at some random friend’s pool party, you find yourself with him too often and enjoying summer way more. he’s exciting, he’s fun, he’s adventurous. he keeps you occupied, and maybe sometimes he keeps you a little ignorant of other things around you, but it’s fine, after all– it’s just for the summer. it’s all casual, but sometimes it’s hard to keep jealous feelings at bay when you see him flirting with other girls by the pool. not that he can notice anyway, your sunglasses do a fine job at hiding your green eyes as you sip on your favorite beverage. jake knows who he spends the night with, anyway. unfortunately, he’s more comfortable with you than he thought, a frown appearing on his face when he sees the sun coming down, meaning that you’re leaving him, only to do it all over again the next day until summer comes to an end. “stay?” he asks suddenly, two nights away from the fall season approaching. you stare at him blankly before laughing, assuming that he’s just joking. his frown is deeper, “i’m serious. i’m gonna miss you.” he admits, and you have to give it to him for being honest. “me too,” you reply with a grin, “you’re my summerboy, after all.” his frown curves into a boyish smile. “don’t miss me too much, though. we have next summer,” you say as you crawl out of his bed, collecting your things before waving goodbye. 

PARK SUNGHOON as PAPARAZZI

“promise i’ll be kind, but i won’t stop until that boy is mine.”

he’s such a sweet boy, he really is, until you come into the picture. global stars, the both of you. with the constant invitations to multiple movie premiers and red carpets to the point where the blinding camera flashes are just a norm now. he only got attention from the cameras because of you, really. spotted one day at your favorite cafe (which you can no longer go to now, too many fans crowd the area in hopes of seeing you) with your best friend, sunghoon. he went viral for being your rumored (ridiculously handsome) boyfriend, and many model agencies reached out to him. the both of you shut it down, but sunghoon wishes that you could’ve let the rumors stay, maybe he’ll have a chance with you. truthfully, he didn’t really relish in the spotlight and almost said no to the model agencies that reached out to him but he later came to the realization that it granted closer access to you. not long after his fame skyrocketed along with yours, many agencies desired you two to be in couple shoots (sunghoon may or may not have requested this). he hangs up every shoot or keeps every magazine that the two of you appear on, and gets a little jealous whenever his friends come over and ogle his framed photoshoots of you two or the magazines he has laying around with the both of you as the cover. he’s with you at every celebrity A-list party, making sure no one makes any wrong moves with you. he has the golden boy personality with the public, but many celebrities know that you’re off limits, thanks to the private talks and sharp stares from sunghoon. he’ll follow you everywhere until you notice the one you need is right in front of you this entire time, and he won’t quit anything for you. 

a/n ok but hear me out maknae line as justin bieber songs

[httpiastri]

im the BIGGEST mclaren fan and oscar fan in the world ever and i dont even have the energy to celebrate oscar's first win (yes bc of the fucked up way mclaren did it but wtv not getting into that) bc of how devastated i am about paul. i just want to give him the biggest hug in the world and tell him its ok and that we all still love him. i hope he knows how much support he has and that making mistakes is ok, its only his rookie season no one expects him to be schumacher or senna or whoever, we just want you to be a happy paul aron :(

seeing him banging his head and looking out into the distance after the crash omfg i will jump off a cliff i swear. hes so hard on himself and i was legit sobbing thinking about how much harder he is on himself (probably) this year after what happened w merc and prema. he deserves so much more omg. the fact that kimi ended up winning the race just made me think of the lacy edits too and omfg i cannot. i love kimi dont get me wrong but what are the chances that paul's win became kimi's instead? i js cant.

and dont get me started on that fucking penalty. he already dnf'd i don't understand the point of them punishing him any further did u not see how mad he was at himself?? fuck you fia fuck. you. cz WHY WHAT WAS THE REASON??? i feel like ive never seen them do that to a driver, usually they cause a collision and dnf they just get time penalties but a TEN PLACE GRID PENALTY?? FOR THE NEXT RACE?? THIS LATE IN THE SEASON?? it just seems SO unfair and so harsh. not agreeing w the grid penalties at all esp when the driver alr suffered from their mistakes but the crash w maloney fine i can kind of understand, but ollie's? sorry but i didnt even see them crash that hard? (or was i half asleep? idk i js literally do not remember seeing it) seriously tho wtf.

i hope his friends, family and team gave him the biggest hug ever. he'll come back stronger ik it! we'll get thru this u guys:(

paul nation family group hug 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

-🧸

this is very valid :(( it wouldve been easier to celebrate if it had been better with the team and whatever, but now it was so easily overshadowed by everything that happened in f2 and i just 😶

to me, most of my pain is based on (just like u said) the fact that i think he's hard on himself, and wants to prove so much after everything that has happened. i just hope he sees the reality; that he's doing super well, in his rookie season nonetheless, and we're all so proud of him. mistakes is okay, shit happens, even max verstappen made a bunch of mistakes yesterday!!

i didnt wanna look at the clips of him in the car nor hear his radio (ive seen the screenshot of him admitting that it was his fault tho) and i saw the clip of him after getting out of the car and i just...... nope. and esp w kimi winning aaaa it made me so happy but-

god i dont understand the penalties like. yes he made a mistake but zane was also going very very slow (on the slower tyres also) so it was hard for him to tell what zane was going to do. like these things happen within even a fraction of a second and you need to trust your instinct and sometimes it doesn't work out? like obvs i cant compare it to any personal experiences in racing but in my own sport i know the feeling of getting a bad pass etc, and something tiny can mess up the entire timing and feeling and everything? so zane just going slower makes a lot of difference :// it's not common that they do this but ive seen it sometimes but this is just so.... gAH!! esp with the thing with ollie because they didn't even show it, so it can't have been THAT important, right?? so stupid

pls everyone gather around for a group hug! with paul in the middle bcs he deserves all of the love!!!!!!! <3<3<3

(oh and just so you know. "we just want you to be a happy paul aron :("........... you actually broke me with that one, i hope you're happy that im crying bcs of you 😭)

[markberries]

television romance ﹒ km [preview]

synopsis﹕ being a self made singer was not simple, nor was it handed to you on a silver platter. a decision between your management and those at pledis ent. to have you date kim mingyu was not making your life any easier.

genre + ﹕ fluff, angst, idol au, fem reader, bit of wonu x reader in the FUTURE (what do u expect i'm a wonwoorideul.) y/n is a girl boss 🤞🏻

wc ﹕ 691

warnings ﹕ none

note ﹕ a lil something ive been working on! enjoy!

“you have got to be kidding me.”

you look between your personal manager and the ceo of the company you were signed at, dream records. they purse their lips, your manager looking down awkwardly.

“i don’t need to have a fake boyfriend for more traction, my last album did well without it,” you try your best to reason with them.

“yes, that is true, but more sales is always good!” your manager, junho explains with emphasis on the sales aspect.

ever since you were a mere teenager, you craved being onstage. you wanted to sing in front of crowds, change people’s lives, and hopefully make a difference.

you got signed to the dream record label when you were eighteen, fresh out of high school. before that, you were making cover videos on youtube in your tiny bedroom. your record label wasn’t huge, the only reason you joined was to assist one of your friends who was a producer.

you were fairly popular now, mostly in the west when it came to your pop punk sound of music. you worked hard to get where you are, and you thought that it was enough for the company you were under.

“i was doing okay without any pr stunts, i’m sure i’ll be alright without one now,” you huff, sinking into the black leather chair.

“i’ll talk to her,” junho states apologetically to the ceo. he pushes you by your shoulders outside of the office into the brightly lit hallway, and as soon as you’re out of earshot of the ceo, you turn to junho with a glare on your face.

“i don’t want to fake date anyone,” you grumble, placing your hands on your hips, “you’re one of my closest friends but i wouldn’t do this for anybody.”

“y/n, just think about it! yes, you’re doing great, no one is discrediting you for that, but you could always do better,” junho reasons with you. you roll your eyes, walking away but he follows you.

you weren’t a difficult or mean person, but what they were asking of you was just unbelievable. you’ve been working here for years, and you were their main money maker. you’ve given up so much for the sake of this company, and now they were asking you to give up the freedom of choosing your own relationships.

“i’m just frustrated, and the fact that you didn’t consult me before talking to the other party in this business deal irritates me too, this guy could be a complete weirdo!” you exclaim, pacing towards your studio.

“he’s not, i promise, he’s actually quite nice.”

you look at junho with an unimpressed expression, “how do you know that?”

“i.. met him..”

“you’ve even met him before me! junho, you know i trust you with my life. i’d do anything for you but listen to what you’re asking me to do,” you open the black door to your studio, flipping the light switch on your left. you’re greeted by your soft lights and awards sitting on your shelves.

“then trust me when i tell you this is good for you,” junho plops down on your black leather couch, the short man leaning back into the cushions. “his name is mingyu, and when we met he seemed very kind. he already signed the contract.”

your face contorts into a grimace while taking a seat in your comfortable office chair, still not even a bit convinced to go along with this agreement. you aimlessly begin spinning the chair, tapping your fingers against the arm rest.

“would you like to meet him?”

your head snaps towards your manager’s direction, eyes squinting with suspicion.

“why are you asking me this?”

junho shrugs his shoulders, “maybe if you two got along you wouldn’t mind it as much. you’ve probably heard of him anyway, he’s in the kpop industry.”

you weren’t unfamiliar when it came to kpop groups, you had quite a lot of songs in your playlists. you just weren’t an avid fan of it, probably only listening to title tracks and you didn’t know that many groups.

“hm, what group?” you ask out of curiosity.

“seventeen.”

[quodekash]

CONTINUING EPISODE 5

sorry bro, she's into women

which is totally fair, have you SEEN women????

she's AGGRESSIVELY trying to communicate her love of women with him

HES SO JEALOUS THIS IS HILARIOUS

(its reminding me of sound getting really angry when pat suggests that tiw might like win)

(I PHYSICALLY CANNOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THE SATANG AND PERTH SIBLINGS AGENDA, IM SORRY (im not sorry))

IT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOSH

I LOVE

LMAO

NICE ONE

OML

IM WHEEZING

I THINK HE DREW HIM AS HANDSOME SQUIDWARD

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING IVE EVER SEEN

IM DYING

THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY

OML ITS 1 IN THE MORNING I NEED TO BE QUIET AND NOT WAKE EVERYONE UP BUT IM LAUGHING SO HARD

it's been over three minutes straight of me just laughing at this

im losing my mind

EVERY TIME I THINK IVE CALMED DOWN, I OPEN UP THE YOUTUBE TAB AGAIN, AND THEN IT BRINGS ANOTHER BURST OF LAUGHTER

I quite literally laughed about the handsome squidward drawing for nearly 5 whole minutes

OH MY GOODNESS

AND HE GETS A BASKETBALL THROWN AT HIM????

ARE WE ABOUT TO GET GUYNAWA CONTENT AS WELL???

WHEN I THOUGHT THIS EPISODE COULDNT GET ANY BETTER OMG

THEY ARE FLIRTING

TAKE NOTES, GUYS, THIS IS FLIRTING

i... have never been flirted with before. nor have I ever flirted with someone before. (at least to my knowledge)

BUT THEYRE FLIRTING GUYS THYERE FLIRTING

oh you wanna make out with him so bad

THEYRE FLIRTING SO HARD

THEYRE JUST TRYNA GET EACH OTHER'S ATTENTION

JUST MAKE OUT GUYS, ITLL BE A MORE PRODUCTIVE USE OF YOUR TIME

PO4ENKWGOPILVJWENJKGSVOJW3E4HIBSJGJPOINVOP4JWEOPINSGD

THEY SHOOK HANDS

THEIR HANDS ARE HOLDING EACH OTHER

ALSO: THEY HAVE TO BE NICE TO EACH OTHER FOR AT LEAST A WHILE

AND THEN THEYRE GONNA GET USED TO BEING NICE TO EACH OTHER WITH THE FRIENDLY BANTER THROWN IN THERE FOR SPICE

AND THEN THEYRE GONNA MAKE OUT OR SMTH

WOAH

W O A H

WOAH BUDDY

I COULD FEEL THE SEXUAL TENSION OF THAT THROUGH THE SCREEN

they just need to slap their bodies against each other (clothes optional)

THE HEAD TILT

HES SO ATTENTIVE

LOOK AT THE LONGING LOVING STARE

I have no idea who this is.

but I am very much in love with her

the amount that he cares about him is literally insane and its making me insane

THE LOCKS

OH MY GOODNESS

aw nooo sailom is sad bc he knows kang likes pimfah :(

WHAT DOES HE NEED TO DO

IS HE GONNA PUT UP HIS OWN LOCK???

IS HE GONNA PUT UP HIS OWN LOCK AND ITLL BE LIKE LOCKED WITH SAILOMS OR SMTH?????

OMG OR MAYBE

MAYBE HE'S GONNA TRIP OVER IN THE ENGINEERING SQUARE THINGY

oh :(

but the sad piano music is playing and its showing sailom's face

im wanting to think that sailom's gonna turn around bc he's sad, and as soon as he starts walking away, kang's gonna suddenly have a realisation and he'll change his mind and he'll put the lock with sailom's, but im definitely delusional

what.

hang on

im so confused right now

she... likes sailom?

what?????

I-

wh

what????

I wasn't expecting a love triangle like this???

IM LITERALLY SO CONFUSED WHAT IS GOING ON

GIVE ME ANSWERS BITCH

dude.

DUDE.

D U D E

THE WAY THAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT HIM RN??????

ITS MAKING ME EVEN MORE CONFUSED

D U D E

YOU'RE FOCUSSING SO MUCH ON HIS LIPS THERE HAD TO BE A ZOOM IN SHOT

THERE IS NO HETERO EXPLANATION

I WAS SO SURE KANG WOULD REALISE HIS FEELINGS TODAY BUT ITS JUST GOTTEN SO BLINDINGLY OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE EXCEPT HIM

O K A Y

OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY

OKAY

ITS ALL GOOD

THANK GOODNESS

SO HE'S GONNA *PROPERLY* REALISE HIS FEELINGS NEXT WEEK AND HES GONNA DANCE AROUND TELLING HIM FOR THE ENTIRE EPISODE AND THEN THEYRE GONNA KISS AT THE END GJREKDBG I CANT WAIT

im so proud of myself for being right about that. I predicted that they're gonna kiss next week. im so freaking awesome

in other news: I am not okay

IN OTHER OTHER NEWS: IT'S ONLY 1:45AM TODAY AND IVE ALREADY FINISHED, IM DOING BETTER THAN I DID LAST WEEK

goodnight folks, and keep breathing drts

peace out ✌️

[lesbianspeedy]

ok please know I’m with you on the obvious of. Yes Mia is ollie’s daughter. really don’t want this question to be taken as a question about that

Why do you think ollie can be somewhat cagey about calling her his daughter? Do you think he’s reluctant to put himself in that relationship because he’s not sure what Mia wants from him, or more because he’s feeling insecure in his ability to be a father after the whole death and resurrection

i mean u did answer ur own question very well here, but to expand on the two points i believe to be most to true character,

ollie doesnt have a great track record with fatherhood, he's already messed up more than he ever wanted to, and though he has since reconciled and made up for those mistakes, he is terrified of repeating them. To quote connor, he's a "wanna-be dad" he loves to take care of kids, thats a through line in pretty much every single era of his, whether its his own like roy or connor, or those he just comes across, like onyx, the kids at the youth centre, even marianne, etc, but as you said he IS insecure in his ability. It is especially hard with mia because, and this leads into the second part;

TW FOR TALK OF CSA

mia does not have a good experience with father figures, or even older men in general, hell just men in general. But for this specifically, her father raped and abused her for years, then when she got out of that, the next adult figure she found, her pimp, did the same. Even AFTER ollie finds her, the other older man she meets is stanley, and she lets herself feel safe there, then he turns out to also want the same thing everyone else did.

ollie is acutely aware of all of this, and he doesnt want to force any kind of expectation of familial dynamic on her, nor does mia expect anything like that. in mia's mind, at least in the beginning, if she does not go to school and help around the centre, she will get kicked out. this of course isnt true but to her she needs to be useful or they'll have no reason to keep her there. she's so unused to father figures just wanting to keep her safe that she instinctually develops a crush on ollie, assuming thats what he wants her there for. this is not the makings of a quick and easy father adopting daughter scenario.

every time mia is hurt, or ollie screws up, he implodes in on himself, its a repeated thing in the run, he shuts down, he doesn't believe in his ability to keep mia safe, but its still better than the alternative.

later on in the run, as mia gets more comfortable, its harder to explain why that relationship never develops fully other than winick just didn't have the chops to write it. but i will say, even with connor and roy's relationship with him very much being father/son, they call him ollie more than they ever do dad. so yknow. take that as you will

[onlyjaeyun]

tbh angst hype boy stuff... other then jeno and chan doing shit, i think what would truly break jake heart is of heeseung ever did something that would betray him.. like it that would be the kind of heart break that idk how long it would take for jakey to ever be the same and little Yun going "so when is seung hyung coming? i miss him :(" and u can see jake face breaking down and baby boy just tries to wipe his tears away not knowing what's going on and softly starts to cry to cuz his hyung is in pain and he can't help :((

oh my goodness nonie this made me cry because of all people jake would expect it the least coming from heeseung. he's his actual hyung, the one friend who stood by his side through thick and thin to the point where he doesn't even remember life without him. i think the sort of betrayal we're talking about here is something that might involve yunie and heeseung hiding it from jake because he thinks he's doing the right thing.

i'd like to think about it being connected to chan's first reappearance after rhe first abandoned, where he called seung and ssked to see yunie bc jake wouldn't let him see the little guy. and because at that point seung was still auite hopeful of the actual oldest's return he agreed and met up with him, only for jake to find out and be absolutely heartbroken.

it definitely took them some time to get back on their usual terms but for a good two month jake didn't talk to seung nor did he give him an update about yunie. little man was so confused because he couldn't grasp the concept of his hyung's better half not being around 90% of the time and since he was still so little (around 18 months) he just watched his hyung break down every now and then because jake simply couldn't handle the betrayal. it took heeseung a lot to gain jake's trust back, which is why he's so much more defensive than the others when it comes to the whole topic regarding chan.

they probably found their way back to each other when seyun got sick and jake didn't have anyone to call in the middle of the night so he dialed seung's number and just sobbed and cried for a good minute not realising the older one was on his way alresdy. took both of them to the hospital and never left their side, yet remained distant to not overstep any boundaries.

after they got home jake and seung had a long, tearful conversation where the older one couldn't do anything but actually beg for forgiveness and to just please have them back in his life. jaeyun could tell how much he regretted it and after several weeks of trying to manage things on his own, he chose seyun's well-being over his broken heart and decided to let seung back into their lives. ever since that none of them have mentioned those few months and even the guys have collectively sworn to never bring it up bc it was a quite dark time for all of them.

seung was so devastated and disappointed in himself he actually went back to his parents' house to stay with them bc he couldn't besr being in the same city as his younger brothers yet not being able to be there for them when they needed him. 🥺

NONIE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS LETS KEEP TALKING ABOUT IT MY HEART IS BURNING

[castletown-cafe]

I’m hoping to have a new recipe in time for this weekend!

I know I’m not updating as regularly as I used to - around last summer or early fall I got kinda overwhelmed with the amount of recipes I wanted to do so I slowed down. But I wanna get back into it. My ideas are back and better than ever, and here’s what I’m looking to do this spring and summer (and maybe fall):

Get myself a mint plant of my own. Fresh mint has a short shelf life, and since getting fresh mint was difficult as it was either often out or I had too much mint in a sprig to use before it went bad, having my own mint plant would be a good idea. Been thinking about growing my own herbs since last spring. As it is now April as of this time of writing, I think it’s time to look into herbs. I don’t know much about growing plants compared to my roommate but having fresh herbs I can harvest myself will make cooking even better. First things first tho, I gotta learn how to take care of plants.

Bread making. Having made donuts and dinner rolls, I’m ready to make the next step and start learning how to do my own bread. Some of the recipes I want to do for Castletown Café include making bread products - such as black burger buns for Darkburgers (using squid ink) or purple buns for Glamburgers. I also want to try making my own pizza crust from scratch as well as bagels (for CD Bagels), and cinnamon rolls (for Cinnamon Buns), but first things first, I gotta start simple. I’ve already made donuts before, and so far I really enjoy making those fried sweet treats.

Candy making. I’ve said before that making candy is HARD and it’s true. Where you live, climate, and the weather greatly impact how your candy will turn out and I don’t live in a laboratory. I have most of the equipment, but man, candy thermometers seem to die quickly….and it’s so hard to keep things at a certain temperature. Just like how I’m reading books on bread making, I gotta read books on candy making as well. I’ll probably start with chocolate since that MAY be easier than, say, marshmallows, gummy candy, or hard candy. That said, I have successfully made a caramel dipping sauce before for apples…..yum.

Now, the question is, will I be able to follow up on all these? I keep talking about ideas and things I want to do, but will I ever actually do them?? I’m someone who’s often in over their head and hyper-creative. But, at least I try, and that’s important.

Speaking of trying, recording gameplay of Pokémon Scarlet has been going well. I had to stop recording for a couple weeks due to the closing of the Nintendo eShop for the 3DS and Wii U, and I had to play a few 3DS games in order to access the DLC (because the way the 3DS distributed DLC meant having to progress through games in order to unlock it as opposed to buying the DLC after you had the game installed regardless of whether or not you played it. It was a dumb decision and I’m glad that’s not how it’s distributed on the Switch or even the Wii U…seriously what were they thinking??).

Anyway - video editing will be the next hurdle. A lot of my commentary is live-recorded as I play through it, but I’ll have to re-dub a lot of stuff, especially character dialogue. Plus, there’ll be a lot that’ll have to be cut because it can be boring to just watch someone run around, pick up items, and battle Trainers when the main campaign is what’s entertaining for viewers (right?). We’ll see what the final result looks like. I don’t expect it to be good, but I don’t have professional equipment nor do I have much skill in video stuff. (There’s a reason I haven’t adapted well to the Tiktok-dominated era of the internet).

We’ll see where things go from here - both in cooking as well as gaming video stuff. Anyway, that’s my update for April, hope to be back with another recipe! The art is almost done, but I still need to re-write and fine-tune the blog entry.

See you soon!

[uniformbravo]

it's nanowrimo & i havent touched my wip since last year so im gonna reread it all rn to jog my memory lets goooo

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"And so, class, as you can see, blah blah blah…"

Silan wasn't listening, so neither should you have to.

i didn't know how to start it skjfdkngkf

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goes on for several paragraphs about why he wasnt paying attention, making up a bunch of bullshit about him being sooooo sleeby bc he watched a horror movie last night & then couldn't sleep, fascinating stuff

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So no, he wasn't listening to the lesson going on at the front of the room, nor was he prepared in the very least to be called on suddenly.

"Silan, what's your answer to number fifteen?"

Like a bucket of ice water was sitting upright on the ground beside him instead of upturned over his head, Silan's brain fog persisted as he struggled to catch up with the moment.

ok fine the ice bucket line is kinda funny im here to subvert ur expectations not unlike a mime thats allowed to say fuck

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"Y equals seven…?" he guessed, understanding completely as he said it that it definitely would have been better to just say "I don't know," or "Could you repeat that?" or even "Sorry, I didn't sleep well because I watched a horror movie before bed and was too scared to fall asleep for hours and now I can't focus because I'm so tired, so I honestly have no idea what's going on right now."

As it was, his actual answer garnered a few laughs scattered around the room, from people who'd given Silan way too much credit and assumed it was a very intentional joke. He couldn't look his teacher in the eye, that knowing gaze piercing right through him as if to say, "You may have fooled them, but not me. I know that was a real attempt at an answer, and I am disappointed in you on multiple levels. I'll see you in my office and also you have detention forever."

What he actually said was, "Mr. Scott, this is a Biology class."

CHRIST i take it back im a comedic genius

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Chris is A Dude in Silan's class, but he's so much more than that; sports ball player man, wearer of varsity jackets and knee-length shorts of all varieties, copier of his friends' homework whenever one of them has actually done it on time… He truly is just Some Guy, but to Silan? He is The Guy.

WHAT are u fuckin TALKING ABOUT HELLO

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If Silan himself were to be the one to describe Chris, that paragraph would have probably gone a lot more like: Chris is on the baseball team, so he's fairly muscular; he has a sharp, square jaw and dark brown hair that's not quite long enough to submit to gravity just yet, so it sticks up and looks just sooo fluffy and soft (do you think he lets anyone touch it?). He's never actually grown a beard but he does have stubble across his chin and jaw that suits him extremely well. His eyes are brown and his skin is a natural tan and it all suits him perfectly and he's hot okay. He's hot.

Silan is gay.

and he is being sooo normal about chris

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They'd only ever spoken a total of two times; once when Chris had gotten the rows confused on a day he'd seemed particularly groggy (this class ran from 10:45 to 12:15 and was the one right before lunch, though, so it was beyond Silan what exactly had put him in such a state) ((I'm the author though, so I know exactly what it was, and it's that he'd been out nearly all night with his friends to the subsequent dismay and rage of his parents, and his request to stay home from school the next day was vehemently denied)),

this is fucking unhinged. publish me right now

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That had been just a few weeks ago; the other time was last year (junior year, or 11th grade, or year 3 out of 4 of high school, whatever makes the most sense to those unacquainted with the American school system) in April and I will tell you more about it later.

FUCKING HELLO

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It was the urge to doodle their initials in a heart together in the margins of his notebook like… like some kind of lovesick middle schooler (not that. He'd ever done that. In middle school,).

silan would never

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The combination made him want to launch himself directly out the window, had one existed (the only windows were over by the door, which Silan sat pretty much across the room from).

He was kinda fucked.

tfw u cant throw urself out the window bc of ur school's evil fucked up floor plan

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Rhoden, while still fairly small for his age, definitely isn't the same kid Silan met back then. There's a maturity to his jaw, his brow, that he's really come into since, and his voice has deepened considerably; anyone who might still initially mistake him for a much younger boy would be instantly enlightened the second he opened his mouth. And then they'd have to figure out how to politely decline a spontaneous interview proposal from a guy they'd thought was twelve two seconds ago.

when u get within a certain radius of him a giant health bar appears at the top of the screen & boss music starts playing

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Today, though, was a photography day.

They were always Silan's favorites. He did enjoy his other tasks, in general, but none of them were as fun or freeing as photography.

It made him look at the world around him differently. Taking such a wide expanse of possibility and narrowing it down to that one perfect shot; knowing where to look and how to find potential. It was capturing a moment, but not just that; it was turning a moment, even the smallest, mundanest occurrence, into something timeless- into something special.

(And, of course, there were other perks to the job, but we'll get to those later.)

i am 100% certain said "perks" are getting to Observe chris at baseball practice which is a very funny juxtaposition to the previous paragraph

"photography is a timeless art form, truly nothing as magical or poignant could ever exist.... also i get to look at hot boys cha-CHING"

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"Silan," she called out now in lieu of a team name, since the work of a photographer was mostly individual.

"I'm, uh, shooting baseball practice today."

😏

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A few short minutes later, Silan was signing off for the club's camera, which he needed permission for every time. This was one of Mrs. Springet's few roles as an advisor, to make sure the camera wasn't being stolen. It was a nice camera, to be fair.

Oh To Steal The Journalism Club's Nice Camera

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While Chaulden High did have a football team, the undisputed star of the show was the baseball team; with a coach that led them to victory time and time again, it wasn't hard to see why.

As such, the New Moon always made sure to leave room for a section on the team, even going as far as establishing a series they ran every year called "Dug-Ins & Outs," in which various members of the team were interviewed.

ok still proud of that title TBH

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Which meant Silan was often sent to obtain shots of the team, which was no problem. Less than no problem. He was pretty fine with it, actually. Perhaps even looked forward to it, some might say.

Because Silan was definitely interested in the team, as a whole, all twenty-six members. All of them, and not a single one more than the rest. He would never single a specific member out to accidentally focus 90% of his attention on. That would be ridiculous, and highly unprofessional of him. Perish the thought.

…

So uh. Chris is on the baseball team,

cups hands around mouth fucken NERD

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The coach, Mr. Wendell, stood with a clipboard tucked under his arm by the dugout, clapping and calling out to members who were lagging behind in the group of joggers. He always made Silan nervous, if he were honest. He was something of a hardass, with high expectations for his team and a grueling training regimen he held them all to. He had a loud voice and a firm handshake, was broad shouldered and tall, and if Silan weren't so intimidated by him he might even find him [REDACTED].

OK ALRIGHT CALM DOWN THERE BUDDY

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CRASH!

Just as he clicked the shutter the chain-link fence behind him exploded into sound and he jumped violently, sending all of the birds flying. Heart pounding, he sat up and turned around to figure out what the hell that was.

On the other side of the fence was one of the team members leaning down to scoop up the offending ball as the coach's voice echoed across the field, "Stop fucking around, Neely!"

fucking Neely

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It took him a good five or six more minutes to calm down, sitting there in the grass and pretending to flip through photos on his camera. This time he made sure to face the fence to avoid a repeat scenario- because of course, Silan was known to have the reflexes of a tiger and wouldn't even flinch were another ball to come hurling at the fence.

jotting this down in my Extremely True Silan Facts notebook

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He sat on the very top row and zoomed in on the players, scattered across the field. The fence still sat between him and the rest of them, reaching high for maximum audience-shielding ability, so he decided to see how many of the players' heads he could frame perfectly within the open links in a single shot.

His average came out to about four, mostly because it was basically impossible to keep track of any more than that at once, but he did manage to get one with six on accident, so that was pretty neat. It didn't help that they were all constantly moving around- Silan probably would have had more luck trying this with the birds.

He spent about another twenty minutes doing this, occasionally moving to other parts of the bleachers for different angles to see if they made any difference (they didn't; the lower he went the wider the holes got but also the closer together the player's heads became, so it balanced out), before the main event, as far as he was concerned, finally began: batting.

silan: boy oh boy i can't wait to take pictures of the baseball team!!!

also silan: does this bullshit

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Everyone knew baseball players looked coolest and most iconic when at bat, and anyone who disagreed was simply wrong (second best was pitching, third was sliding). Silan's opinion on this was in no way swayed by visuals of Chris that may or may not have been burned into his memory.

Evidence:

[three pictures of a batter, a pitcher, and a sliding athlete respectively side-by-side, the batter obviously being the coolest most hyped up one with dynamic lighting and stuff, whereas the pitcher and the slider are intentionally lame, like cheap-looking clip art or pictures where they're making really ugly faces]

im gonna lose my fuckin shit (no theres no actual pictures this was just a place holder for when i eventually found & inserted them which i was absolutely planning on doing)

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He stayed on the other side of the fence, lest a stray ball hit him (or worse, the camera)

TRU

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He was tall (he had several inches on Silan and a good few on Chris), and he was slender and lean and really quite handsome in general. His thick, curly black hair was neatly shaved close to his head and the corners of his jaw were pleasantly pronounced.

Not that Silan could see any of that from this distance, especially with the helmet obscuring most of it. But as a member of the newspaper club these were things he had to know. For professional reasons.

i believe him

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He should have been adjusting his position to line up the perfect shot, but it was hard not to watch as Chris rose up on one foot, twisting his torso with his arms raised and clutching the ball- then sprung into action by slamming his foot back down into the dirt and following the momentum with his upper body, arm arcing into a powerful throw. A split second after Silan saw the ball hit the backboard he heard the noise, a loud, solid smack!

God. God.

SCREAMS ALRIGHT SILAN CALM DOWN FKFSKGNKSDJFKD

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"Make sure you're getting my good side, yeah?" He joked, grinning and striking a stupid pose.

silan watching chris: beautiful. flawless. show stopping. groundbreaking. so so hot and sexy hehehauhaoehemeheuenana

silan watching lucas: clown ass motherfucker striking his goofy ass POSE what an idiot 000/10

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"Yo," Devon greeted as he pulled himself to his feet, flashing his hand in a pseudo wave.

"H-hi," Silan answered haltingly, heart beating a little fast from the maneuver he'd just had to pull. Devon offered what Silan could only describe as a dashing grin before turning his attention back towards home.

hee hee hee hiiiiiii devonnnn *twirls hair* (silan impression)

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They rarely talked but Devon had always come off as a nice guy with a friendly vibe. He'd certainly never referred to the newspaper club as Mooners- not that Silan had heard, anyway. Though it wouldn't be such a big deal if he did, since the nickname was pretty widespread at this point. But it was nice that he didn't.

Also, he really was quite handsome.

this would have been a very different story had silan gone for devon instead of chris, devon would NEVER pull the shit chris is about to pull in this story fksndkjfdkjg he doesn't even call them mooners 😭

(school newspaper is called the new moon so people call the club members new mooners, an extremely clever & funny joke that i came up with myself)

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(ok context, silan was gonna take a pic of chris sliding (the team's doing this whole exercise where they alternate from pitching to hitting to sliding) but bc he was so focused on getting the shot he didn't realize the ball was headed right for him so chris collided w him trying to intercept it)

Silan turned around, seeing the coach standing with his arms crossed as Chris examined his elbow. He looked up when Silan moved.

"Thank Christ. That was stupid as hell, you both could've gotten way more hurt." He hadn't even checked if Silan had been injured. "Jumping over another guy like that. We're not a goddamn gymnastics routine."

"But I caught the ball," Chris grinned, holding it up and waggling it around. Silan immediately had to stop himself from asking if he could have it.

LMAO SILAN???????????? DOWN SO FUCKING BAD

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As he walked off herding the team away, Chris stepped closer to Silan, instantly setting his heartbeat into overdrive, more than it already was.

"Your shoulder okay?" he asked with a gesture towards the shoulder in question, and Silan just about passed away on the spot.

when he checks if ur ok after he ran u the fuck over 😍😍😍

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Then he looked to the left, in the direction Chris had tossed the ball just a minute ago, at the spot in the grass it had rolled to a stop.

The backboard of the catcher's box announced another missed swing, and Silan picked up the ball, examining it.

The object that had ruined his perfect shot. That had come careening directly towards Silan's head (or worse, the camera). That had resulted in the disastrous collision and subsequent injuries of Chris and Silan. That had wasted precious minutes of Coach Wendell's perfectly scheduled practice regimen.

He tucked it neatly away into his hoodie's front pocket and took a seat on the grass right where it had been.

STOLE THE FUCKING BASEBALL this is unhinged behavior and also exactly the kinda shit i would've pulled in high school 10/10

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uhhhhhh that was chapter 1 and i feel i should perhaps stop here for now since this is getting like way longer than i thought it would lfksndlfmdkgj the whole thing is like. 30k ish words? i feel like i wrote about 3 or 4 chapters

i like. shoulda done this shit a few days ago so i could start writing again today (the 1st) but i was too busy drawing heehee uhhh whoopsieee >w<

its ok its fine this year i will make it to 50k easy peasy dont even worry abt it ;3 i will definitely not go back to drawing today that would be sooooooo silly and goofy of me hahaha :)

[italwayshadtobeyou]

By all rights, WWII/Nazi occult shenanigans should be a gold mine for this show. The postwar period produced plenty of urban legends about Hitler's supposed interest in the occult. (In reality, that was more Himmler's deal, but they're called "urban legends" for a reason.) Literally millions of murdered people never got to finish their business with Hitler, the Nazi Party, the S.S., and/or the Gestapo. Throw in modern memorabilia collecting, and you've got a recipe for some creepy-ass ghosts.

Somehow, though, the WWII-related eps never quite work for me. Maybe part of it is that, when you take on such a well-researched and still-sensitive event, you need to do more research than any of the Carver-era writers ever thought about doing. (The real Thule Society wasn't a bunch of Hitler fanboys. In fact, he basically hijacked their political party out from under them, and the Nazis jailed their founder.) The bulk of it is probably that they go too big: The Winchesters don't just discover a golem who kills anti-Semites, they discover a golem who wrecked an entire military camp with the brass still there... and whom they've apparently never heard of before. Dean doesn't just need to get his hands on a long-lost artifact sunk during WWII; he needs to travel his whole self back into the past for it. (Remember when only angels could travel back in time?! Because I do!!! *Flings popcorn up to screen level.*)

In this episode, going to big turns into getting too small. It's a U-boat. Of course Dean can't hide there. Even if the space existed, he doesn't know how to stay hidden on a WWII spy sub. Then again, it isn't a normal U-boat, since it's tied into Spy Lady's life force. That's another puzzler; we've seen lives as sacrifices to a god, and we've seen souls siphoned for power (after Sera Gamble sharpened the distinction between soul and life), but the ability to tie a large metal object into a person's survival is new. It doesn't fit with the previous lore about spells, even from earlier in the Carver era, and it bugs me.

Then there's Sam's confrontation with Lucifer, which the show wastes by ripping off "Swan Song," AGAIN, to show Cass struggling against Lucifer's demand that he kill Sam. At least Cass and Dean had spent a year in Purgatory together before the writers tried to go there in "Goodbye Stranger." "Swan Song" earned its big moment through 5 years of focus on the two destiny-weighted human brothers and their intense relationship. The same trick doesn't work with Cass, who's never seemed as fond of Sam as Sam is of him. (Remember the time he broke Sam's wall?) Sam-- who, by this point, knows Lucifer far better than Cass-- gave Lucifer an emphatic and insistent no, so why did Cass give Lucifer a yes? Cass didn't even get the visions, and Lucifer didn't give Cass the hard sell like he did Sam. Did Cass think Lucifer was going to, like, be nice to Cass's friend that Lucifer had already spent centuries torturing? Does the soulfisting really come as that much of a surprise at this point?

In short, the new entry sucks. "Just My Imagination" isn't the first episode I'd recommend to get people hooked, nor is it the one I expect to them to rewatch the most. The whole zanna plot strikes me as dumb. But it isn't as dumb as trying to rewrite a MoL library's worth of recent lore that would be fresh in our minds even if most viewers didn't watch the episodes faster than their original airing.

Supernatural Battle of the Episodes!

Just My Imagination is on a good win streak! Is it enough to make it to the Hall of Fame? This next one shouldn't be any problem!

Who is it Chuck?

Chuck: Next up is The Vessel - Sam and Dean (unknowingly) employ Cassifer to take Dean back in time to a WWll submarine where a past Woman of Letters was transporting a "Hand of God" the boys needed to fight my dumb sister. When Cassifer can't get on the sub, he comes back to the bunker to try something else but decides to soul-fist Sam instead. 🤨

[dango-milk]

I hate all men, but...

genre: fluff

pairings: kazuha x  gn!reader, ayato x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader

content warnings: zhongli and reader are parents (but no specified gender), implied ptsd, mentions of scars, spoilers (all character backstories, inazuma archon quest)

additional notes: if anyone gets the references in kazuha and zhongli's parts, u are entitled to one (1) kith

masterlist

...when he loves me, I feel like I'm floating

By no means did Kazuha intend to choose the life of a fugitive. It had been imposed upon him by the lightning's glow, for refusing to let what was left of his dearest friend's memory adorn the Statue of the Omnipresent God.

But even as the title "fugitive" eventually turned into "wanderer", you can't help but think that this life suits him much better. Even now, as you watch him walk to the port after the Irodori Festival from your place on The Crux, you find that his presence amongst the gaggle of people seems…foreign.

You're much too used to seeing him perched on one of The Crux's jutted planks, eyes closed in silent meditation or fiddling with whatever trinkets he had on him. You've seen him with his head tilted back as the rays of the setting sun wash over his face, and to this day you think that no portrait in the world would ever do him justice.

Like he'd suddenly been hooked onto a fishing line, his head turns towards you just as he's about to board the boat, and the smile he gives you is gentler than the morning wind. He gives you a silly little salute, which you laugh at before practically sprinting down the steps to meet him halfway.

"Permission to come aboard?" Kazuha teases you as he sets his bag down to the side.

"Permission denied," you say, but there's no mistaking the grin on your face and the lack of malice in your tone. "You've kept me waiting a long time, Kaedehara."

"So I have." Kazuha reaches into one of his many pockets and pulls out a single red maple leaf, holding it up in front of you. "Here, my love. Your souvenir."

You gingerly take it by the stem and raise it into the air, admiring its radiance as you twirl it between your fingers.

"It was so pretty when it fell in front of me," he explains. "Felt as if the wind wanted to remind me that someone was oceans away waiting for me to return."

As you lower your hand, you meet his eyes, which hold the wistfulness that you've long grown accustomed to. You wonder if your own eyes had looked the same when he temporarily decided to part ways with Beidou; if that longing expression had, as he'd said, stretched out across oceans in constant and eternal search of him.

"Well." You take a step closer. "I think the wind this time is sorely mistaken."

Kazuha laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling delightfully as he does so. You wonder if those laugh lines would etch into his skin well into his older years. There would be no getting rid of the scars he keeps under his bandages, nor would he be able to keep them hidden forever. But wherever he goes, whoever he'll end up meeting, the wrinkles by his eyes would tell anyone he'd lived a life worth living.

You've decided long ago that whatever he was—fugitive, wanderer, lover—you'd be by his side for as long as he'll let you.

He takes your hand in his, lifting it to press a whisper of a kiss onto the skin.

"I'm home," he says.

And so are you.

When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody

Being with Ayato feels very much like walking on thin ice, very much unlike the Vision hanging from his belt. There are oceans of secrets that make up his eyes, and his deceivingly pleasant smile hides a calculating persona—one that most people would much rather not see if they wanted to hold a civil conversation with him.

This façade carries well into your relationship, so to say you'd started off rocky was the understatement of a century. It was, in the eyes of the public, a scandal; no one could have expected the head of the illustrious Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commission, no less, to actively start pursuing a virtually unknown owner of a modest shop in Inazuma City. Some had chalked it up to the (not totally unfounded) rumors of Ayato being an eccentric, but others were not as kind. You've had your fair share of rumors—those that were true were horribly exaggerated, and those that weren't took slander to a whole new level.

But you've since come to realize that it's only the circumstances that make your relationship difficult, and that loving Ayato in itself was incredibly easy. His permanently serene expression—which always seems to unnerve people, intentionally or not—never fails to put you at ease, knowing he has a plan for whatever life throws his way. Those who have looked into his eyes and saw only the secrets in his keeping have no idea that they're nothing but a façade, too; deep beneath that is a realm of mischief accessible only by his closest friends and family, and an eternal fondness reserved only for you.

That very fondness is manifested in the way Ayato looks at you as he makes his way through the crowd, utterly oblivious (or uncaring) of the stares he was attracting. His gaze is unwavering enough to make your cheeks heat up, but you can't help feeling like—the rumor mill be damned—the most beautiful person in the world.

Still, you hold his gaze as if your heart wasn't currently pounding in your chest, even when he walks up to you and you catch a whiff of his perfume.

"What a surprise," you purr. "And what can this humble shopkeeper do for you, Commissioner?"

"I was hoping I could coax you away from your duties for a quick walk." Ayato offers you the small bouquet he had cleverly stashed away within his sleeves. "Consider these flowers your alternative compensation for the day."

You snort, but you take the flowers anyway. "You have no respect for the working class."

The whispers, though quieter than what you hear on the daily on account of Ayato's presence, echo in the silence that had fallen as you unwrap the flowers and put them in a vase.

But with the way Ayato waits patiently for you to finish closing up shop, and with how he reaches out to pluck a stray petal out of your hair as you finally join him outside, you couldn't care less about what people would say about you.

Why would you, when he makes you feel like the only person in the world that matters?

Even when we fade eventually to nothing...

Sal Terrae is far from the paradise it once was, nor is it now in a state to welcome regular visitors.

Still, Zhongli insists on bringing your children there to play most days—if not there, then at the ruins of Guili Plains. Not once have you doubted your husband's intentions, but you'd be lying if you'd say it doesn't bother you in the least.

Of course you want your children to grow up knowing Liyue's history; this war was too hard fought to easily be forgotten. But you look out at what used to be a good friend's dwelling, and you can't help but think that the peace you've purchased for your people demanded too high a price.

You cradle your youngest close to your chest as Zhongli offers your eldest son a Glaze Lily he'd found nearby. Centuries ago, you would have never imagined the mighty Rex Lapis would let go of his duties as the Geo Archon, nor would he ever resign himself to be a mere spectator to Liyue's progress.

But he'd cradled your head so gently in his hands—the same hands that had crushed entire mountains and sent eons-old monsters to their graves—and said to you, "We've done all that we can. Now, we can leave it up to them."

Laying your spear to rest had surprisingly been difficult for you. The years have yet to take out the tension in your shoulders, and every sudden movement out in the wild has you destroying every boulder within a five-meter radius. Your jaw constantly hurts from you clenching it tightly every now and then, as if your muscles cannot remember that they are no longer in battle.

A sudden cry breaks you out of your thoughts, and you shush the child in your arms until they quiet down once more. "I'm sorry," you whisper. "Did I wake you?"

Had the child sensed that you were in distress? Were their abilities so finely tuned that even a slight shift in your mood would get their attention?

You stare down at them, and you can't help but see so much of Zhongli in such a little body. Even at the height of the Archon War—a war he was very much intending on winning—he'd always been your source of comfort. Even with the loss of Guizhong, from whom he'd learned so much about being human, the first thing he did was to hold you as you shed bitter tears over the Lord of Dust.

To Rex Lapis, you would always be a beloved comrade, a skilled fighter who’d driven away all those who would dare defile Liyue. It had taken a while—and also involved him taking on the name of “Zhongli”—before you’d realized that you were something more to him. More than a fellow adeptus. More than a fellow survivor.

Of course, your feelings towards him have never changed over the years, no matter what name he would take on. He was the lord you’d forever sworn to serve, the general you’d always follow into battle…even if that battle meant living as humans for the rest of time.

Once the dust had settled, Zhongli had kept your hand in his for as long as you could remember. Like him, you’d taken on many names, many forms, and many occupations. With him, you’d watched from the sidelines as Liyue Harbor grew to be the center of trade that it is now. For him, you’d decided to form a family, as unconventional as it might be.

But the nightmares would always come. Sometimes, you’d wake up in cold sweat in the middle of the night, an irrational fear that someone—or something—would take your children away causing you to sprint to the nursery, only to relax when you find them snoring away. Zhongli has them too, but he’s much more discreet about it; muttering names in his sleep, or holding on to the arms of his chair like they were lifelines, closing his eyes as he did so.

Every single time without fail, you pry his fingers off the wood and kiss them, one by one, over and over again, until he lets out a shaky exhale and pats your cheek to let you know the worst is over. Similarly, whenever you break down in the nursery after a particularly nasty dream, he would pick you up, bring you to the kitchen, and hold you quietly as he prepares tea to help you go back to sleep. When circumstances allow, you go to tea houses together, both as a form of entertainment and as a way to fill the sudden gaps in your memories.

Both you and Zhongli know what’s to come. You’ve seen how erosion works—nearly falling into its clutches more times than you’d care to count—and its inevitability still scares you. But you cast your fears aside for the sake of the child in your arms, whom you now know understands you…perhaps just as well as Zhongli does.

You press your lips against the child’s forehead, filling your thoughts with all the good things you know in this world: the scent of Glaze Lilies, the sound of Hu Tao’s laughter, the chaotic clanging of pans at Wanmin Restaurant. You push the bad memories down, deep down, until all that’s left are the ones you’d always treasure: the books in Guizhong’s collection, the night sky illuminated by Skybracer’s antlers, the warm smiles of the people of Liyue. You think about Zhongli’s extended hand, on the day he’d invited you to live the rest of your lives together.

“No harm will come to you, my beloved,” you whisper. “I will make sure of it. Until the very end.”

When you glance up, you find Zhongli already looking at you, a small crease between his brows. When you smile and shake your head, he visibly relaxes, offering you a warm smile in return. Your eldest jumps into his arms without warning, and Zhongli laughs.

Eventually, this day, along with the others, will fade into dust, as you and Zhongli will. But you’re certain that it will happen with your hand in his—as it has always been.

...you will always be my favorite form of loving

“Diluc, come on,” you complain. “It’s not that cold.”

“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head, not once removing his attention from cleaning the claymore in his hands.

“You’ve already killed off all the slimes in the area, I’m not in any immediate danger of freezing over.”  You submerge your head briefly, letting the waters of the lake run over your hair, and you sigh at the sensation.

“You can tell me that after you’ve left the front of the fireplace at home.”

“Aww.” You pout as you swim closer to Diluc. His eyes flicker upwards to you for a split second before he scrubs at a particularly stubborn stain. “Just ten minutes, Diluc.”

“No.”

“Even if it’s just your toes?” You ponder for a second. “Or do I actually have to strip—”

Diluc sighs loudly, setting his claymore aside to let his head fall between his knees. You could actually see the gears in his head turning, carefully weighing out the pros and cons of jumping into the lake late at night. You could also see the exact moment when he’d decided that the risk of anyone seeing you butt naked far outweighed the questioning looks he’d probably get, and you laugh at how quickly he submits.

You disappear under the water and resurface a little further away, floating on your back to admire the glittering night sky. You raise your hand, as if to pluck a couple of stars from the void, letting the moonlight filter through your fingers.

A splash sounds from the banks, and you pull yourself upwards to see Diluc, shirtless as he wades through the water. “Happy?” he asks, but his tone is far from displeased.

“Very,” you answer, beaming as you swim towards each other.

“It’s cold,” he complains as he brings you into his arms.

“No, you’re just warm.” You push away the locks of hair sticking to his face. He watches you as you trace his features: the bridge of his nose, the smooth expanse of his cheeks, the gentle slope of his Cupid’s bow. You regard him as one would a priceless sculpture, and he may as well be; in the glow of the moon, partially submerged in clear blue waters, it wouldn’t surprise you at all to learn that the man in your arms is a god.

But sculptures are built to be perfect, and as you skim your fingers down to his arms and chest, they run into scars that would suggest otherwise. You know that he’s not proud of them, that they come from some of the darkest days of his life, and you would be foolish to say it isn’t so. Nevertheless, they are a part of him, and you can’t imagine not loving him in his entirety.

In fact, it was terrifying to imagine a world where you are not in love with Diluc Ragnvindr. You think of the stars twinkling above you and wonder if beyond them, there’s a universe where you aren’t together; the thought alone makes you cling closer to him. Loving him is addicting, destructive, even, if taken in the wrong direction. But you’re far from perfect, too.

You’re much too focused on your ministrations to notice that Diluc is touching you, too; swiping the callused pads of his fingers across your lips, tilting your chin up slightly to get a better look at your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

In the dead of the night, in the middle of the little inlet south of the winery, you feel all the stars align as Diluc kisses you, warming you to your very core.

[24hlevi]

How The AOT Characters Celebrate Valentines Day

Attack On Titan Characters (Mikasa, Jean, Annie, Reiner, & Levi) X Gn!Reader

Summary: How you would spend Valentines Day w/ the aot characters

Warnings: Language

Modern!AU

happy valentines day everyone, in celebration of the new aot ep and this holiday, here are these hcs

- mikasa neither dislikes nor likes valentines day, she's kinda in between on a 50/50 so it doesn't take a lot of convincing to get her to celebrate it with you

- will have everything planned a week in advance just in case something goes wrong

- most definitely would wake you up with a 10/10 breakfast that she made herself that covers the whole table

- gives all of her gifts to you first thing after breakfast because she'd rather see you open them first thing than last

- mikasa would probably get multiple gifts just in case you didn't like one of a few of them but they would all have the same amount of effort and thought put into them

- she didn't plan what to actually do for the day so any idea you suggest she's immediately on board for but would love just taking a walk together

- mikasa can get very affectionate for these holidays/celebrations so expect a lot of kisses or sweet words

- she hasn't ever received many gifts but anything from you and she melts, and will cherish forever

- she will do everything it takes yo make sure you're happy especially today, and at the end of the day she'll ask if today was a good day

- mikasa would take you out to a fancy dinner that she probably reserved weeks in advance and a 5-star rating and a place you'd never been to before to make it even better

- she'd be soft the whole day, but it shows even more just before going to bed with how hands on she is with you, what she's saying, and the expressions on face

- the night would most likely end with mikasa's arms tightly secured around you with her head in the crook of your neck, happy that today went well

- levi doesn't see valentines day as a big thing tbh, he thinks it's stupid that there's a holiday dedicated to love

- but he'll still do nice gestures and be with you the whole day if that's what you want

- gifts are rare, but when he does get you one they are very meaningful and have a lot of thought put into them

- he prefers to stay inside rather than go out and do something, so it'll probably be just cleaning the place together or eating and watching movies

- he would wake you up with coffee, something he usually did but this time when you looked at it it had a heart made from the creamer and foam (how did he do it? no one knows)

- he would act all nonchalant about what he does but he actually enjoys seeing you happy and thank him because of something he did

- levi doesn't expect a lot, so anything from you is already too much to handle for him, especially on holidays or his birthday, he will probably just stare at whatever you got him for a long while before thanking you with a small smile on his face

- he does all the cooking the whole day, don't even ask to help he will literally shoo you away and out of the kitchen while he cooks

- it would be a whole ass 5-star meal ok? he's just amazing at cooking PROVE ME WRONG 🗣

- he wouldn't get you a lot of gifts, but he would definitely get you flowers that you love and will even buy a separate vase for them

- levi doesn't say "I love you" a lot, but this day is the day you'll hear it the most unless it's your birthday, he may hate the holiday and the point of it, but he does love you a shit ton

- the night would most likely end with you two falling asleep beside each other on your shared bed with his arms secured around you safely

- similar to levi, annie doesn't really care about valentines day, and she thinks it's stupid to even celebrate it

- but if she sees you actually wanting to celebrate it then she'll willing to do it, but only because it's you

- tbh she'd probably forget what day it was on until the morning of and she realizes that it's valentines day then proceeds to try and not wake you up before getting whatever she needs

- she can't cook that well so she ended up ordering food for breakfast but played it off like she's the one who made it

- you'll probably get like 1 or 2 gifts from annie, but they have the most thought and effort put into them so it doesn't even matter how many there are

- she wouldn't want to go out on valentines day, at least not during the day, she'd much rather go out when it's night, it feels more magical to her

- annie doesn't like receiving gifts, but if she gets anything from you she practically dies on the spot because she's in shock of how someone can love her so much

- it's hard for her to express her emotions through words, so she does it through actions and acts of service and will do anything for you the whole day (tho she does it everyday)

- she'd try to cook dinner but ruin it somehow please take her away from the kitchen or else she'll waste everything in there and instead buys liquor for "dinner"

- annie would rather die than say lovey dovey things, but on days like this it may slip out at random times and she gets super embarrassed after

- she'll do anything to make you happy, especially during holidays like these, so ask her to do anything and she'll drop everything she's doing and do whatever it is you asked (#whipped)

- the night probably ends with you two passed out drunk on the couch because neither of you would be able to make it to the actual bed, but still wrapped in each other's arms

- jean LOVES valentines day, like fr this man will go all out for it every year

- wakes up earlier than you so he can cook breakfast and then give it to you while you're still in bed (everything is heart shaped btw)

- probably gets you a stuffed bear with it holding a heart and you press it and it says "I love you"

- anything you ask him to do he does, it doesn't matter he would do anything for you in general but even more on this holiday

- he would definitely take you out shopping in the city and pay for everything, will literally argue with you over paying but will end in him doing it

- will take you out to lunch after shopping (and pay for it) and lets you get anything you want

- says super cheesy shit at random times just to fluster you, especially in public

- will never have his hands off you in any way, whether it be you two are holding hands or he has an arm around you to make sure you're safe, he's always touching you

- will keep asking if you're having a good time or not because on the inside he's hella worried that this isn't going well (pls reassure him that it is)

- he might drag you to an arcade to win you a stuffed animal, and after many dollars wasted he finally got the one you wanted and it made him so happy seeing you happy

- will cook a homemade dinner at home for you two but will let you help out which ends in not actually cooking but making out instead

- he ended up ordering takeout because the food was burnt and you two fell asleep with food on the couch

- reiner is the sweetest bf ever on valentines day istg he just radiates comfort energy

- he wakes you up by leaving small pecks all over your face before handing you a cup of coffee and telling you what day it was

- knowing him he probably took the day off work for this

- he has a whole ass list of what you two can do today and lets you choose which ones, because whatever you wanna do, he'll do too

- definitely first takes you to a café to get breakfast and pays for it (and everything else the whole day) before going through the city and eating street food and shopping

- reiner will hold as many bags as you have it doesn't matter how many he will somehow pull it off (including his own bags)

- he will keep randomly saying how much he loves you also

- he just wants you to be happy and know that he loves you deeply and hopes you do too

- idk how but he probably hid one of those giant stuffed bears in your guys's place and left it there the whole day until you two came back home and you found it in a closet, resulting in it falling on you

- reiner reserved a restaurant for dinner (it was niccolo's place) and it was amazing with however he was able to pull it off for the night despite many others wanting to dine there for valentines day as well

- secretly bought a shit ton of things for today as gifts for you and so when you two got home (after you found the giant bear) he brought out all the gifts and sat them in front of you with a proud smile on his face

- will cry if you get him anything in return

[love-toxin]

mahito manipulating u nd junpei,,threesome,,,hhh a fearsome if u will,,hhhhhh

hm.....i will dare to take this in a different direction...bc i think mahito manipulating from the sidelines is my preferred outcome....picture this....

cw: fem reader, noncon, canon character death mention, manipulation, misogyny, mahito manipulates junpei into thinking he's owed sex, and other such messed up concepts. read with caution!

Junpei has been manipulated to side with Mahito and his curses. And with a few years of practice, he learns not only how to use his powers, but how to turn his back on the world completely and disregard human life, just like Mahito. He's almost like a little puppet, except for the fact that there's one thing he can't let go of--and it's a human, much to his own dismay.

He already had the thought of you in the back of his mind for all this time, despite it growing smaller and smaller gradually as he spent more time apart from you, and steadily worked on convincing himself that you were just like all the others. You probably don't even remember him, and if you do, it's probably just with contempt. That is, until on his yearly pilgrimage to visit his mother's grave, he finds you standing there. You're grown, soft-looking, mature, and you're just as pretty as he remembered you being. You were the only one who ever dared to stand up for him in school, you even got detention a couple times because of him--and despite you only having talked on occasion, and never really getting to the realm of friendship on account of his shyness, when you turn to look at him as he approaches your eyes glimmer with recognition.

"Junpei?"

Shock turns to joy, much to his surprise, and for the first time in years he actually gets to talk to you. He learns that you knew his mother better than he realized, that you used to bring her food from your own mother and have a chat now and then. It starts to make sense why his mom always used to make comments about you, egging him on in that playful way of hers to ask you out on a date. But that's neither here nor there--for awhile you share memories of her, talking quietly amongst the gravestones and meandering through them once you've lingered long enough, and you part by exchanging phone numbers and with you promising you'll find some time to talk again.

And despite being ecstatic to see you again, to brush against you like he always dreamed of doing, Junpei is terrified. He feels things for you, and not only does that directly go against everything Mahito has taught him, but it means that you're now a target for danger just like his mom was. He's stressed and anxious and doesn't know what to do, but in the end, Mahito finds out about his little encounter. And much to his surprise, he starts to encourage him to pursue you....but in the worst way possible. All manner of awful, filthy things spew from Mahito's mouth, his suggestions wildly inappropriate and on the cusp of illegal (not that that really matters for him, though) and eventually Junpei just has to insist that he do nothing, and try to forget you even exist so they can continue with their plans. That's the most important thing, right?

Wrong. That's so boring--Mahito can't believe he's such a prude, though he should've expected it. So he does the only sensible thing and tracks you down, finds out where you live, and stalks you for a couple days. You're cuter than he expected, if humans can be considered cute, and when he's got enough information to wrap you around his little finger, he breaks into your home while you're gone and waits for you to come back. Cue some aggression and threats to call the police when you arrive, followed by his own promise to murder Junpei and everyone else you love in front of you if you don't do what he says, and he's got himself a pretty little thing to bounce on his cock and whimper pleas for mercy for an hour or two. And like a good friend, he doesn't speak a word of it to Junpei after he leaves you dripping and teary-eyed on your bedroom floor. What good would that do? It's much more fun to watch him pine over you, wondering why you're ignoring his texts and calls, until he gets so frustrated and feels so rejected that Mahito's suggestions suddenly seem a lot more palatable.

"She's just stringing you along, isn't she, Junpei? All girls are like that, you'll realize."

"I thought she was different..."

"Maybe she is. You just have to show her her place."

It's a long journey to your home, or at least it feels like it when so many thoughts are running through Junpei's mind, but when the two of them slip in through the front door he can already tell his mind is made up. The vast array of locks he finds inside it don't bother him, nor does the dishes piled up in the sink or the quiet sniffling that comes through the door slightly ajar to your bedroom. He enters first, quietly, his shoes already having been toed off at the front door, and when you look up at him beneath the covers that hide your body from the world, your eyes widen at the man that stands so close he could touch you. This time, when his name escapes you, it's laced with fear--and only then does he relent completely, and kneels at your side with open arms for you to throw yourself into them. It's a new experience to hold you in such a way, to feel you melt into his embrace as you sob out your gratitude that nothing has happened to him, peppered with apologies for shutting yourself off from him. He's the only one you feel safe with anymore, the only one you can trust, and when he swears he'll take responsibility for you you just can't stop yourself from completely falling in love, no matter how misguided it is in your desperation for comfort. You'll do anything to keep this feeling of safety that he gives you, even when it means letting your tears melt into sweat and your sniffles into moans, his desire for you to give yourself up to him seeming completely reasonable in the heat of the moment.

It changes when Junpei's head nestles into the crook of your neck, his body pressed against you like a wall as he keeps you pinned to your bed, and his hips move at a pace you can only brace yourself for, and not even attempt to keep up with. It feels right, like you've waited for it for a long time--but the glimpse you catch of that gray-haired man watching you through your bedroom door, his grin so chilling as he takes a sip from the cup you left on the counter, reassures you that you will never find peace again as long as you live.

[vquacki]

It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

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