#oso... and his tie...

[flowerakatsuka]

Osomatsu-San x Oshiado Collaboration Café ( 2023 )

[finsplurtz]

OMGGG SUB!CHOSO FAILING TO DOM HIS BF PLEASEE!!! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

[a little bit of feminization and dumbification doesn't hurt anybody]

— sorry i take decades to finish requests😖😖

breeds u — choso.kamo

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Choso kamo

— contents : Choso fails to dom u lol! Blowjob , cute Choso helpp , mention of blood in der.. dumbification if u ssquiiinttt , feminization so terms like “boypussy” n stuff , breeding kink , overstim n cute

warnings : mad ooc i js realized .. nothing too srs

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Your heart fluttered hearing your boyfriend ask you if you’d let him dom you. it’s just that was super cute and although it would go the way he’d want it to, you like to let him try.

according to him, he has been preparing for this moment which….was insane but he’d learnt a lot about this and was confident I mean CONFIDENT he’d dom you.

You were lying down comfortable watching your cute partner begin with jerking you off. You let out a pleasant sigh and close your eyes, relaxing to Choso’s touch.

though Choso has been extremely prepared, now that he was actually here and doing this….. everything he learned began to leave his pretty little head. He pondered, what does he do next?? He leaned down keeping his eyes on your face, he stuck his tongue out and licked at your tip.

You opened your eyes and looked down while he quickly averted his eyes, embarrassed. You brought your hand over to one of his cute pigtails and played with it, watching him shudder at your touch.

You gently pushed his head down on your cock expecting him to fight you off since he was soo ready but..he just let it happen. gladly taking your dick deeper down his throat.

your other hand made it to his other tied up pigtail and used it to fuck into his throat faster and faster, desperate moans leaving your throat the closer you got to coming. He gripped your thighs, his cheeks were crimson red and the scar over his nose leaked blood.

was he going to let you come? your dick twitched crazily in his mouth, it’d be fucking cruel if he pulled off now..

you gasped as your semen poured down Choso’s throat. You let go and tried catching your breath, running your fingers thru your hair to get it out the way. you peaked down at Choso who just looked at you nervously.

“..did…I mess..up..” he said in a low voice looking away sheepishly.

“Ohohh baby..” you sat up and smirked, cupping Choso’s face and leaving kisses on there. As you did that, you slipped his pigtails out of their tie and massaged his head.

“…you’re not supposed to do that” you kiss him before he could say anything and bring your hand down to jerk him off making him squirm and freak out.

he crawls closer, straddling your lap as you begin to finger him open, he’s moaning in your mouth, saliva tripling down his mouth.

“it’s okay, hon….you know what you are good at..?” Choso’s shaking as you rub your tip into his hole slowly.

“you’re good at fucking me with your cute boypussy..” you whisper and grab his ass, thrusting deeply into his tight hole.

“ahgn yn..! w..wait..” he’s flailing his hands around not knowing where to place them. “don’t worry ‘oso , just let me take care of you baby….” you kiss his chest and grind into his hips.

—

“ack—! s..ow…mmhhhn! da..~” you pressed your palm against his abdomen as you fuck him deeper, you can’t understand a single thing he’s trying to say you just love his sweet whimpers that sound like music to your ears.

“shhiitt…your pussy’s so..tigh..t..” Choso’s dick twitched at your words before releasing all over his tummy once again with a gasp of relief.

“hnnn..look at how deep I’m in you…” you slow down and admire the small bulge that disappeared and reappeared every time you moved.

“you were born for this…..born to go stupid on my cock and have my kids..” you say thru gritted teeth, Choso’s way too out of it to say anything back. just nodding in agreement with a faint smile on his face.

“yeah..? you’d love that…to be the mother to my kids” you giggled at your own words watching your dumb boyfriend struggle to stay conscious, scratching the sheets and letting out staggered cries. His nose and cheeks were smeared with blood, the red looks amazing on him.

you got closer and grabbed his wrists and fucked him harder than before, he’s screaming and squirming every time your cock hits his g spot, the overstim hurts and he almost can’t handle it.

you lean down and kiss his neck and jaw as you spill your seed inside his swollen hole. Small cries, you could feel his trembling body underneath you try to get you off. you didn’t even bother pulling out, you just moved over to the side and spooned him tightly.

you both knock out and he gets a tummy ache and starts questioning if u actually put a baby in him

a/n; can u guys tell i hate coming up with titles…. anyways come run in here n get y’all’s juice

[sebastianswallows]

The English Client — Fifteen

— PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: The year is 1952. Tom is working for Borgin and Burkes. He is sent to Rome to acquire three ancient books of magic by any means necessary. One in particular proves challenging to reach, and the only path forward is through a pretty, young bookseller. A foreigner like him, she lives alone, obsessed with her work... until Tom comes into her life.

— WARNINGS: angst and fluff

— WORDCOUNT: 3.5k

— TAGLIST: @esolean @localravenclaw @slytherins-heir

I

“Riddle?”

“Yes, Mr. Oso?”

“Have you finished authenticating that copy of Colonna that came in last week?”

“I’m writing the report now, sir.”

“Well hurry up. He needs it tonight.”

Tom rolled his eyes and kept on working. The Baron’s glorified butler had caught him mid-sentence and now he barely remembered how he wanted to end it.

“What was that?”

He hadn’t said anything, but he knew it was rather what he hadn’t said.

“Yes, sir,” he hissed.

And he reminded himself for the fourteenth time to figure out an enchantment on his new fountain pen to get it to write on its own just as his quill did. The problem was that unlike a quill its more complex mechanism required there to be more steps in the enchantment, and he hadn’t even begun to figure out how to get it to reload its reservoir when it ran out — which at his rate of writing was about once every few days. He’d just about resigned himself to having to put a spell on the ink pot too.

Ambrogio was more of a slave driver than old Caractacus Burke — perhaps because rather than being an indispensable addition to the shop, Tom was a threat to him. Or so he flattered himself with thinking in his more unhappy moments.

And when his wand hand itched, he went upstairs to her.

Whatever she had been doing, she always smiled upon seeing him. Sometimes she got up and went over to fix some unnecessary thing about his tie or a stray curl of hair or rub an imaginary ink stain off his cheek. He gladly stood there and accepted being fussed over.

If she was too busy she stayed right where she was — behind her desk or up a ladder or leaning over the telephone — and Tom would just come over, place a subtle hand on an innocent part of her body, and caress her in gentle motions. Not infrequently he soothed both her and himself in this way. She always shivered at his touch and said it was because his hands were cold — and oh how he liked to leave them in her care and allow her to warm him with little rubs between her palms or, even better, up between her thighs. And when he had the good luck to catch her at work in the storage area at the back he didn’t fail to interrupt her with a kiss that lingered even longer at her throat, beneath her ear, above her chest, and straying lower. There was always a hard surface to push her up against or down on and in the dark his hands could freely stray.

He loved, if the word ever applied to him, to hear and feel it when her breath caught. Her fingers moved gently through his hair in secret moments like this, carefully so as not to give away what they had done together. She seemed to be especially fond of the hair at the nape of his neck where it was shorter and a little curled, just right for her fingers to play with. When his kisses reached her heart, falling low and deep between her breasts to mix with her perfume, he clung to her hungrily and sucked in her warmth with everything he had.

And then it was back to the bottom, down the ladder, down to hell, where the living dead was waiting for him. That is, if it was late enough for the fiend to be awake. Tom always brought with him something back to serve as an excuse.

“Jasmine tea,” he smiled. “Would you like some too?”

“No, thank you,” said Ambrogio, on the few occasions he even happened to grace Tom with a response.

Oso had his own worries, of course — with each refusal his secret was closer to being revealed.

Tom grinned. If only he knew how pointless it was to hide…

II

Activities in the under-shop began picking up imperceptively at first, then in big swaths that overwhelmed all the other work they were doing. He didn’t need to ask why. Why the Baron needed five books a day appraised just as Tom finally enchanted his fountain pen to write all on its own. Why he came wheeling down there at all hours. And why Ambrogio started working during daytime — which did not by itself cause, but was no doubt connected to, his attitude growing increasingly cantankerous.

But Tom asked anyway.

“There will be an auction next week,” said Ambrogio with an air of supreme privilege as if Tom should have been impressed, but by that point, he didn’t have it in him to fake it anymore. “Your presence will be required.”

Snacks and refreshments were to be served at midnight both before and following the auction. It didn’t escape Tom’s notice that there was also a New Moon that night, but he couldn’t decide yet whether that had any connection to the timing, or with any spells Ambrogio was casting.

He spent days carrying crates of alcohol down from upstairs and cleaning crystal glassware while Ambrogio went through the inventory once again. The room with the food was connected by two wide doors to the auction room. There were seating plans to arrange as well, and books to place in special boxes the day before the event in the section just behind the stage. The last few hours before it started were spent arranging food trays under Ambrogio’s watchful eye.

“What is this?”

“These are the canapés, sir.”

“And where are the drinks?”

“Over there?”

“Idiot. Do you not see what you did wrong?”

“Please enlighten me.”

“The canapés and the drinks should be placed side by side. They make the guests thirsty. Move them at once.”

“Right away, sir.”

“And what of the other hors d’oeuvre? Did you bring the caviar?”

“Yes.”

“And what is on the bruschette?”

“Half are with tomato and basil, the other half with prosciutto and olive oil. No garlic, sir.”

“Did I ask that, you insolent whelp? Did I?”

“No, sir.”

“How many?”

“Twenty-four of each.”

“And are the deviled eggs ready?”

“Yes, here. They’re ready for their exorcism, sir.”

“Watch that cheek, boy, or you’ll see the back of my hand. Has it occurred to your suckling brain that tonight has to be perfect?”

“Every hour, Mr. Oso.”

“Get moving and shift those drinks closer to the other table.”

III

The hall beyond the curtains filled as guests came pouring in, all of them proceeding through the trap door with complete familiarity. They arrived at different times, but steadily. Mr. Malfoy was not among them.

Two elderly Italians arrived first, a signor Luce and Verdi, one quite tall and thin but bent like a gnarled tree, the other fat with a misshapen body that looked like it was melting, both of them with grimy, flaky heads of bone-white hair. A lone figure followed them some five minutes later, and Tom could not catch his name but were it not for his resplendent suit old darkest blue with golden buttons he might have taken him for a stray — his face was blistered with red and purple sores that streaked between, across, and over his deep heavy wrinkles. Three ladies followed, middle-aged and bloated around the waist with skinny arms and clean long necks from which hung rows of pearls like nooses. Tom thought he heard Oso mutter les trois grâces beneath his breath but he was back to being as silent as the grave when he turned. His back was facing Tom as he busied himself preparing the books for presentation.

And so the group of bidders gathered, formed mainly of old people in fancy dress but a few younger ones as well, each on the arm of somebody important. Oso led the auction on his own, with Tom watching from behind the drapes which housed the books for auction, like actors waiting for their curtain call.

The view from the back was enough to put fear into anyone who stumbled in, which was probably one of the reasons why they’d gone through so much trouble to conceal it — many others came to mind, like taxation, pricing, and the source of all those books which nobody seemed to have much evidence for, in spite of Tom’s hard work of authentication. The black and white heads of the crowd bobbed in uneven waves in the flickering candlelight, framed by velvet curtains that looked like flowing blood. The ceiling was low and carved in stone, its uneven roundness looming like a shadow over this festival of wealth. And in front of it all, on a stage rimmed with blackened silver, stood the vampire in his polite black clothes, his face looking more pale and gaunt than ever, eternal, by the lectern and the pedestal on which the books sat. The scenery from Tom’s point of view was so dire and demonic that it just had to be contrived, designed that way on purpose to impress upon the bidders how secret their gathering was.

The Baron certainly seemed to have a flair for the theatrical, although it was suspicious that he was not already there. Ambrogio said he might arrive long after midnight when only a few select participants were left.

To be on the sidelines, serving no real purpose while fortunes were promised and spent, was not the punishment Ambrogio envisioned it to be. Tom was quite content to watch the spectacle and learn. He recognised a few of the books he’d recently authenticated, including one four-volume series that was to be sold in bulk. He’d placed a charm between the pages of its second volume, nothing more complex than a bundle of leaves and flower petals, dried and left there as if forgotten by passed proprietors — an exact replica of which Tom held in his pocket. It whispered to him like a living thing, echoes of old forest nymphs that spoke in ancient tongues. They were sensitive to magic and complained like children if any was hostile to them. They had complained quite virulently all day, although their little voices were easier to ignore once the auction started.

“Going once. Going twice…”

“Four million and twenty-five thousand.”

“Four million and twenty-five thousand for signor Ekatlos.”

“Four million and thirty.”

Tom stood alone all night and watched the proceedings. He paid particular attention to Ambrogio’s handling of the items, both before and after. It was a little harder to sneak up on a vampire than he expected, but he did catch a quick glance of his wand. It was a faded brown and mostly straight with long and gentle undulations.

“Quit skulking about like a land-eel. Go see to the guests, and try not to make a nuisance of yourself.”

“Yes, Mr. Oso.”

Once the bidding was announced to be over, the attendees moved in an orderly fashion into the other room where they could finally mingle and chat. They hovered around the alcohol like flies and Tom saw more than two ladies stuff napkin-wrapped hors d'oeuvre in their purses.

He’d decided to neglect his duties and go pick up his jacket when a rain of cries billowed behind his ears, speaking in old fey: “he’s killing us.” Tom turned and hurried to the back office to find Ambrogio in the middle of casting a spell. It looked like the peeling back of a veneer. Light came from the books faint enough to seem like a layer of liquid dust.

“What do you want?” Ambrogio asked without turning, his wand now out of sight.

“Noth—”

“—ing.”

Tom turned his head at the voice that had spoken beside his and was surprised to find their upstairs colleague there — his girlfriend. She looked scared and sheepish like a child caught eavesdropping. He wondered if she’d noticed the magic being lifted from the books, and he further wondered if it was the first time she’d witnessed it.

“I just wanted to see if you were done,” she said, her eyes shifting from Tom to Ambrogio.

“Not yet,” said the vampire, “but you may leave. Both of you. I’ll deal with the guests and lock up once they’re gone.”

“Alright,” she said, “t-thank you. Good night.” Her gaze turned expectantly to Tom.

“Yes, good night,” he said. “Thank you for —”

“Leave.”

IV

They managed to catch the last tram. They were the only people on it riding through the start-poxed night, and the emptiness of everything around them made it seem unreal.

“Why were you still there?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean working at this hour.”

From the corner of his eye, he saw that little smile again.

“They want me there, just in case they need something brought downstairs.”

“But Oso is there. And now, so am I.”

“Like I said, it’s just in case…”

“You shouldn’t stay there so late.”

“Well, it’s not exactly up to you,” she said in a tone he couldn’t quite interpret.

There was accusation there, and there was tiredness, and a sense of giving up that he’d experienced more than once in his career as well. Tom couldn’t quite place why it bothered him, her working hours, or why he even cared. He just knew that he did.

“Perhaps it should be,” he said.

She chuckled and reached over to grip his chin with the tips of her fingers.

“You can’t even afford to buy one little book. You think you can afford the whole shop?”

Tom smirked bitterly. “That’s not what I meant,” he said, then quickly dipped his head and bit her fingers. “And you know it.”

“Ow! Tom!” she laughed.

“Just getting revenge for earlier.”

“Who’s the animal now…?”

V

It was around the time of Tom’s first auction that he found a place to rent. In fact it was a few days before that new moon that he moved out of the hotel. He even managed to find something within walking distance of her flat, which he was inordinately proud of. They walked home together after work and spent time in her flat until the late hours of night or even until morning.

When Tom made his evening tea he poured her a cup too, and when she had the strength left after work she’d cook them pasta or risotto. Perhaps it had been too long, but Tom could swear it tasted better than anything he’d had at Hogwarts.

And if she didn’t, Tom would cook, managing to do it at least once without a bit of magic — which he was loathe to do, and only because she was there next to him.

“We can buy something from the restaurant across the street and take it home, maybe,” she said when they were going home together late one night. “I want a pizza… Haven’t had one in ages.”

“Alright, if that’s what you want. But… what’s a pizza?”

“Oh caro bambino mio!” she laughed with delight, to Tom’s great puzzlement.

He was happy in his solitude, in his new flat away from noisy tourists or the peskiness of hotel maids, but he found some value too in spending time with her.

When they got home she’d turn on the radio or put a record on of something he scarcely recognised, like jazz music or classic symphonies by Elgar, and they would eat and drink their tiredness away. If not for her, Tom might have no idea of what happened in the world, or at least among the muggles. She was quite amused to hear his questions about what, to her, must have been obvious things, but she didn’t mock him beyond a giggle.

But more than listening to music Tom liked it when they read together. She laid her head over his lap once she got sleepy, and his fingers could get lost in her hair. More than once she had him read his books to her — quite troublesome for Tom, as it meant he could not bring his own books there and had to pretend to be interested in pedestrian muggle editions — but between his words and fingers caressing her she fell quite fast asleep. As did he, soon enough.

And then, there were yet more selfish reasons why he preferred to sleep with her. They came as a surprise even to him, but there was something… magical about falling asleep with her by his side. Like a snake on a warm rock, he basked in her body. Her palm over his chest, her head by his shoulder, their legs entangled... It was a dangerous feeling, one he could only compare to melting away and being absorbed. Total entropy.

His head would naturally gravitate to resting by her own, temple to temple, and sometimes when he woke up in the middle of the night he’d find, to his horror, his hand placed over hers, pressing it to his chest right where his heart was.

He always woke up before her, which was a bit of a bother as the duty of making breakfast fell to him. But then he’d walk back in the bedroom and find her sound asleep, her face buried in his pillow, her arms curled tight around it, and perhaps the smile that gave him was something of a consolation.

VI

The night after the auction was a little different than the rest. They were both quieter, still stressed and tired, and Oso’s horror still lingered in Tom’s mind. She collapsed with a sigh on the armchair while he put their coats away.

“I’ll make us tea,” said Tom from the hallway.

“You don’t have to…”

“No, I need it too.”

“That bad?” she said with a smile in her voice.

He didn’t want to admit just how much so — although it hadn’t all been bad. Aside from Oso’s torments, he’d learned a lot that night.

Tom cursed as he fiddled with the mechanism of her stove. Why couldn’t it just be a cauldron and flame? He hissed. If he were at his flat, he’d have it ready with a wand flick… But then he’d have to contend with the spartan furniture, the ugly cutlery, and the table that quaked whenever he put anything on it. He felt more like a person in her cosy little home, like there was more to life than drudgery.

And, if he was being honest with himself — a rarity — there was a savage charm to doing some things without magic, like folding his clothes away, polishing his shoes, or, in this case, brewing a cup of tea. A different Tom was woken then in his heart, in his mind… An equally as dark, relentless, proud young man, but with a surging self all around him filled with things he left behind when he first stepped on the Hogwarts Express, when he was Sorted, when he snuck into the Forbidden Section all those years ago. He didn’t often have cause to think about it, but he had lost unknowable parts of himself as he learned more about magic, the Gaunts, the Riddles...

The old Tom that was before that had never quite come back. At least, until he started spending time with her.

Tea was ready just as she was changing for the night. The overture from Wagner’s Parsifal was playing on the radio speckling the diaphanous dark with long tremulous notes of grief like pins and needles through the air. Her shirt was hanging off a chair, her skirt folded above it, and she had just thrown on her soft nightgown as Tom stepped through the door. He placed the tea beside her on the table and rewarded himself with a touch of her skin. His palm brushed the length of her naked back from one shoulder to another.

“Your skin is warmer now,” she smiled, turning to rest her hand over his chest.

Her eyes lingered on his for a moment as if she found relief there. Then, playfully, she started tugging on his tie. Tom smiled at her invitation, but his mind was far away. It was still in the dungeons with that book.

“Did you ever see him do that before?” he asked as she continued to undress him.

“Who?”

“Oso. That thing he was doing after the auction.”

She threw his tie over her clothes and took a sip of tea, moaning pleasurably at the taste, then returned to unbutton his shirt.

“He was getting them ready for packing, wasn’t he?”

So she hadn’t noticed anything. Not the wand and certainly not the magic. Tom was disappointed, but not surprised.

“Why?” she asked as she pulled him to the bed.

“No reason…”

He took the rest of his clothes off in silence and she went to lay down, the cup of tea held to her chest.

“I think he was doing some sort of ritual,” he finally said as he put on his pyjamas, a pale green set he’d brought over one night and had since just left there.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” she chuckled, head leaning back both soft and heavy against the pillow. “They love to do all sorts of things like that. Rituals that have a purpose they don’t bother to tell me about. They like their secrets.”

“It certainly seems so,” he smiled, “although they’re not as good at it as they would like.”

[tottymatsuno]

Zaimoku as a failed duo is so funny to me bc it really does bleed into the group dynamic a lot, since both Todomatsu and Karamatsu are often the odd ones out.

They didn't even rly get along in s1 despite literally trying to, and quickly stop associating with each other despite literally having been assigned each other's name buddy since birth, and also having been besties as kids. We dont even find out why exactly they fall out in the movie, theyre already basically estranged despite Karamatsu clearly being sensitive, and Todomatsu having actively helped him with his acting career (the saw parody episode ncnsns) like they were two sweethearts, but totty basically alternated between choro (ideal bc he could kangaroo and be tolerated), ichi (who he shared friends with), and oso (badbadbad!) But Karamatsu was not an option!

Even in s2 theres not a specific reason why they fell out and continued to be estranged, they actually have a lot of parallels in the things that happen to them, and their relationship with totoko. Theres the au in osoma that shows that they could be at least friendly towards each other despite their differences in sensibility (not shipping tho)

In s3 it makes sense that Todomatsu basically hates him now, bc of the cashier but ig im just kind of surprised by how long and hard he's held a grudge. And the fact he's completely taken over Ichimatsu's initial role as tormentor? Ichimatsu rarely goes out of his way to have an outburst at Karamatsu at this point meanwhile totty literally every opportunity he gets, including making opportunities just apathetically puts Karamatsu in harms way.

He just really kind of hates him? And that's a little uncharacteristic for Todomatsu who tends to get over stuff by the end of the episode, or only brings it back up if someone else does (like the christmas ep where ichi was like what happened to those girls from your job)

I think it probably says a lot actually about how much their fight over the cashier bothered totty? He's still clearly not over it, especially bc this behavior is consistently and exclusively towards kara. Like kicking him and making him fall when going to the bathroom, but letting Osomatsu potentially cut in line, or pushing Karamatsu during the hipipo movie.

I'm not even sure if Karamatsu himself holds any animosity towards totty or realizes why he's suddenly being singled out like that. I can't say what happened and why they were both rejected, but its very clear that somewhere between

This Totty

And this Totty

His confidence and expectations on getting into a relationship have drastically changed. I kinda wonder if he feels especially betrayed by Karamatsu, who's been distant from him bc of their communication issues, and bc this was the first time in the show not only did his brothers support *him* when he wanted to ask someone out, but bc Karamatsu is supposed to be his best friend from birth.

Even in the scene above, its Todomatsu who's actually listing things he liked, even if theyre superficial, meanwhile all Karamatsu is saying is "me too" and Todomatsu as the central character for the episode it makes sense that he'd feel the stronger of the two, but ig to me i see it and the fact hes still angry about it, as like deeper than that.

Because he doesn't really hold a grudge against anyone else. The only other situation i can think of is him making fun of choromatsus brown hair in s2 during his quiz. Like how does Karamatsu, who he's not even super close with in s1 still tie as his favorite brother, with his clearly favorite brother Osomatsu? I think it hurt him a lot more than he said it did, bc he didn't hit Karamatsu first and was initially content to just sit there together after their double rejection.

Anyways i dont think Todomatsu's more deserving of love than Karamatsu, and I don't think he's a better person either. I post about them a lot bc I feel a lot of direct (its onesided tho) competition with karamatsu fans, since for a long time i pretended to be one bc i wasnt confident enough in my own skills to write for Todomatsu, but also bc a lot of totty hate used to come from karamatsu fans, who especially judge Todomatsu based on his behavior towards karamatsu rather than the person he is.

I think karamatsu probably does deserve to have all the freaks who wanna freak him, but ig the thing i wanna say is I don't blame Todomatsu for hating him now, and to me, I love Todomatsu the most. And he deserves all of my love. Even if theres a few of us who would choose him over anyone else, or even if its rly just me, I want Totty to know somebody loves him just as he is without any additional qualifications, for him to change, or for him to be different.

But thats sappy and silly so im gonna end this post very classy and with decorum

[theinfinitedivides]

SRK Birthday Celebration Tag Game let's fucking go

i've been tagged directly by at least three people ( @justshahrukhkhan, @loumandivorce and @pixlerelish, ty, ily) and i've got a little more than two hours until the 2nd's up on my end but i'm squeezing in to make it in time. happy birthday to the one and only chammak challo of my life amen

SRK movie you've lost track of how many times you've watched it?

OSO, Dilwale and Chennai Express my beloveds. save me my beloveds i will literally put them on in the background and still tune in halfway that's how much i love them (even CE. even her)

Favorite entry scene?

i would have said Raees or K3G a couple years ago but that was before Jawan happened. that was before Jawan happened and i got programmed into sitting up straight whenever i hear the first three notes of that Maasi theme

Is there a particular scene or character that lives rent free in your head?

Aman Mathur from KHNH i will love you until the end of time. don't speak to me about the scene on the walkway by the bay with Naina or i will become dead to the world thanks. close second is Don from the franchise bc really. Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahi namumkin hai your faves could never—Pathaan and Jawan tie for third i like my men bisexual slightly insane and pathetic wet cat adjacent ty. cheating a bit with a bonus addition but Amar from Dil Se does live rent free in my head like the rest of these roles but i cannot rank him bc you can't rank that brand of crazy like that. you can't rank life-changing routine upheaving shit like that. if there was no other film in the world except Dil Se i would still thrive and flourish bc of the fuckery he did with that. full stop

Got a favorite musical number?

the long of it: anything from his films that are on this fucking playlist. do with that what you will. the short of it: split between the entire K3G soundtrack, Marjaani and Chaiyya Chaiyya

If you could ask SRK one question, what would it be?

i need to crawl around inside that man's mind. live there for a bit. pry the details for his next role out of him so i can get started on fics y'all know how it is HOWEVER. if i had to ask just one and there would be no repercussions: must every role of yours recently be so bisexual. my brother are you even trying otherwise sksksksk

BONUS ROUND: Attach a favorite pic

bringing these Not Ramaiya Vastavaiya screenshots back. you're welcome

tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do this within the what. how many hours you have left on your end if it isn't the 3rd yet alas

[daz4i]

Hi hi my love!! ^^ So you asked for asks right? :3 I realize a lot of the times when I send you these I tend to ask you to rank stuff lol so I guess I'll lean into it? How about top 5 (or 10 if you have enough) anime series or top 5 (or 10) animated movies? :3 It's pretty general but I figure it should give you a lot of room to go over some of your favorites ^^ Sending love and good wishes!!! ❤️

ehehe thank you my love 🥺👉👈🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

i wanted to do both but then i did the top 5 anime and i got very carried away with my explanations so i kept it as just that. anyway:

1. haikyuu!! probably my favorite show ever tbh. i think hq has a perfect story, like it uses its genre to do everything right, and its impact on the outside world is amazing as well. as for the series itself, it's just beautiful (ignoring that one episode in season 4) and has a very unique style, stellar voice acting, awesome soundtrack, delicious symbolism, and it really gets you hyped for volleyball :P it's very easy to get attached even to the most minor character bc the story is written in a way that lets almost everyone in this HUGE cast (well over a 100 or even 150 named characters, i'm pretty sure) shine, and you're guaranteed to find someone you like. the only downside is you'll probably end up rooting for every team so eventually a team you like will lose a game (likely to another team you like) and that hurts every time fr. and still!!!!! it manages to be so feel-good and optimistic and really gets you pumped and inspired!!!! i think anyone who is even just open to try sports anime should check it out, it's def one of the most accessible I've seen in that genre (in a sense that it doesn't expect you to already be familiar with the sport to understand the story)

2. honestly?? osomatsu-san. probably bc it's very dear to me like emotionally, season 2 was still releasing when i was stuck in the hospital for a few months, and it was like a light i held onto every week (i was also following a few mangas back then but those were harder to follow. due to oso-san's skit nature it was always a good time) and i mean, ichi was my first f/o before i even knew that term existed hehe. it's one of these shows i wouldn't actually recommend to anyone unless i know they're ok with gross or edgy humor but i do think it's really good, i love how meta it is, and i think it uses its premise to deliver maximum entertainment!

(oh my god that was so much gushing abt a silly skit show i am so sorry <- guy who wrote most of the hq gushing after typing this part up. he was not aware)

3. ok so this one's really niche, idk if any of you have even heard of it heh. it's called bungou stray dogs-

ajdkflhlh while i have my gripes with how they adapt the manga, i do still think it's a very good anime as is. it was good enough to get me hooked on the story and characters and want to learn more and follow the story further, yknow? it's beautiful and i love its use of colors for symbolism, it has really great voice acting, and the energy is kept up throughout it enough to remain engaging. it's honestly a show I'd recommend everyone to at least try 🤔!

4. persona 4!!!! from one mediocre adaptation to a GREAT adaptation. i think p4's anime is really really well made - it manages to translate a game this long into a coherent and interesting story, gives its characters time to shine, and maintains a perfect balance between fun and emotions. also it has probably the best dub I've ever heard. naoto's anime voice dni. also i think episode 26 is a true masterpiece i think everyone should watch it

5. ngl. it's a three way tie for me. between shows i only watched once and don't have a lot of attachment to beyond that, but i think they're really good for very different reasons. gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun / great pretender / blue period. i won't go into details on why i love them all bc this post is already long enough. but if you're reading this you should check them out 🫡

also if this post convinces you to check out any show mentioned here you legally have to tell me ok? esp if you end up liking it 🧐🔥🔥

[adjourning-and-healing]

I've been spending the past couple months settling into my new home with my spouse and our doggies! After a couple months of beating around the bush and with a lot of encouragement from my spouse Oso - I signed up for a 1/2 marathon in March and Oso is doing a 5k! When I was younger my parents used to use physical activity especially runs as punishment . I would have to wake up and run with my dad before the sun came up. He'd tie a rope between us and told me I needed to keep up or get dragged. So at 13 I was running 5ks to 10ks and keeping up with a man in his late 30s. It used to piss me off but quickly became an outlet and something I was really good at. During the pandemic I couldn't run as much as I wanted and because of various illnesses running was something I had to relearn which didn't help my depression or confidence at all. My late 20s I started leaning into self destructive habits and felt in conflict with my body and recently started noticing the desire to do more just bubbling at the surface. So I signed up for a race and found a reasonable training program and told myself I am going to commit to myself and Oso on this. To me this race is going to be a way that I show up for myself and take care of my body. Since I've started my "training" I've noticed my relationship with my body has changed. I'm taking my meds consistently I'm making sure to stay hydrated I'm choosing tea over alcohol I'm viewing food and fuel and not calories and I am resting!!! I couldn't be more proud. To me this is the ultimate practice of self love and I hope it helps me form a habit of being kind to my body and my soul. Even so - I've never ran a race let alone trained for one so I'm really excited to see how this goes!!

[rainsmediaradio]

Umu Obiligbo - Olisa Lyrics

Anu melu ogo anu melu ebulu ogo baa offia Olisa nwa mbaka dibe nu olisa nwa mbaka aah Olisa nwa mbaka dibe nu olisa nwa mbaka aah Akukata aku debe okwa nya na enweta depression Erikata eri debe okwa nya na enweta depression Onu na eri eri odiro nma ibu onu ma ncha Chukwu ekwe na ka oko m chukwu ekwe na ka oko oyim Umu obiligbo nno ooh ayaya ooh Okwa ukwu jiri agu umu mgbada abia ya ugwo Okwa ukwu jiri agu umu mgbada abia ya ugwo oko nwoke na aka onye obuna Egosi onwe ya imalu ndi fulu gi na anya malu ndi ji awuwo abia eeh Akukata aku debe okwa nya na enweta frustration Erikata eri debe okwa nya na enweta depression The downfall of man is not the end of his life The downfall of man is not the end of his life eeh Iyo iyo uwa bu nke onye Aya ya ooh Aku wealth na aju na uwa bu nke onye Aya aya ooh Doctor ozor nwanne m uwa bu nke onye Aya aya ooh Smash beanyi na uwa bu nke onye Aya ya ooh Vast nwanne uwa bu nke onye Aya ya ooh Jaystunt nwanne na uwa bu nke onye oga Aya ya ooh Imakwa olisa nwa mbaka, zulu enyi ya nwanyi na akwukwo- Mgbe olisa na eme ofuma- mgbe okana azusi afia ya ike Her second year, olisa bido wee nwebe nsogbu- Egwulu ya wayo- na lu ya ego oji azu afia no otu- Ife mgbu wee bido Mgbe ifea neme, enyi nwanyi no na uno akwukwo Eluo her final year, ofu nwoke si obodo oyibo na, Kpopuo nti ya, se sia tattoo na alu nine Etu ife di na uwa si adi obulu asa nwa mbaka ka The guy fulu nezi wee gbado asa nwa mbaka gwa kwuo nya na oga anuya anu Ife melu nbosi monday aputa nbosi wednesday the girl kpo Nwa mbaka olisa nwa mbaka okwa ima na igulo akwukwo Nwa mbaka ilikwulu ego iji afia ifem na eme kam gwa gi Obele oge nga anukwa di di obodo oyibo Olisa nwa mbaka wee tie welu oso Wee gbakwute m ka omalu ife m ga agwa ya ife m gwakwalu Nwa mbaka onye egbulu esuo be ya oku nwa mbaka Onye egbulu esuo be ya oku Ajuju nna aju umu uwa, obulu gi bu nwa mbaka- kedu ife iga eme- Ajuju njulu onye ga aza The downfall of man is not the end of his life The downfall of man is not the end of his life eeh Iyo iyo uwa bu nke onye Aya ya ooh Aku wealth na aju na uwa bu nke onye Aya aya ooh Doctor ozor nwanne m uwa bu nke onye Aya aya ooh Smash beanyi na uwa bu nke onye Aya ya ooh Vast nwanne uwa bu nke onye Aya ya ooh Jaystunt nwanne na uwa bu nke onye oga Aya ya ooh Read the full article

[meli-r]

Redemption v2.3

New dialogue between Makishima and Touma (only the first paragraph was kept)

*****

“We live in a city where people are capable of mastering all the arts, but they are not masters of themselves, they are lost in their own abundance, they lack projects and are adrift, that is why they do not build anything, even though their possibilities, their powers, are enormous. To live is to feel obliged to exercise freedom, to decide what we are going to be in this world... but when life stops fighting for itself, when society stops listening to its own voice and starts to be able to live only at the service of the State... can we still talk about human beings?”

Sitting on a sofa with legs slightly apart and elbow resting on the armrest, hand dangling in the air with a black pen, Touma Kouzaburou smiled and turned to his colleague, who was looking out over the academy courtyard, standing by a window in the empty library of the Oso Academy. He was gently stroking the page of a book by José Ortega y Gasset with his index finger. He wore a yellow vest and pants, and a purple tie over a neat white shirt. Long white locks fell over his back and chest.

“The Revolt of the Masses. Ortega’s analysis of how people can get lost in abundance and conformity is interesting. Centralized planning and excessive state control lead to the loss of individual liberties and the servitude that Tocqueville feared,” Touma noted.

"When you limit people's choices and reduce their individuality to a number, you act as an oppressive force that denies the true essence of being human. Each individual must be free to pursue his own interests and goals. It's competition and the pursuit of self-interest that drives progress and innovation, not submission to centralized power.

"Controlling and regulating aspects of people's lives has led to a society where individual decisions and choices are suppressed in favor of a supposed stability. But this centralized planning has its consequences: a loss of autonomy and greater dependence on the state.

"I am against any form of control and manipulation that restricts the individual's capacity for choice and self-determination. Freedom is the basis of morality and human creativity. What do you think of our country's current morality? Or as I like to call it... mandatory morality,” he closed his book.

"Morality is erected on the basis of choice, not force or obedience," Touma stated in a soft voice, looking him up and down and twirling the pen between his fingers. "Even in a society that strives to shape individual actions in pursuit of collective welfare, true morality cannot be imposed from outside. Even if we were to force men to act in the right way, that would not be true morality, but forced obedience. Genuine morality is born of personal understanding, choice, and the personal will to do what is right, even when the temptation of conformity or coercion stands in the way."

"Isn't this an intriguing dilemma: chosen morality versus imposed morality? I have always believed that true morality is forged in the autonomy of the individual, away from the chains of law and authority. But, tell me, how do you reconcile your beliefs with your own... occupation?" he asked with a smile.

"You are right about the dilemma, Shougo-kun. It's a topic that has led me to many reflections. Morality is a matter of internal consistency and living by your own convictions, regardless of external circumstances. As for my occupation, it's an act of choice. I am not bound by what the system dictates or what others consider right. My path is my own and doesn't necessarily have to be understood by others."

"Interesting. We seem to share a similar sense of independence. However, I can't help but wonder if your actions, though driven by your own choice, might also be shaped by the system. After all, in a world where morality is closely tied to it, even those who challenge its norms might be contributing to its perpetuation in some way."

"My conscious choice to act morally or immorally is not a resistance to the system, nor an act of rebellion to perpetuate it," frowned Touma. "Rather, it's an exercise of my will and desire to influence the decisions I make in my life. I don't seek to change the country or challenge the system. My moral and immoral actions are my declaration of independence, even if that means facing its consequences. I don't care about the system or how it interprets my actions. But tell me, Shougo-kun, why this sudden curiosity about my way of thinking?"

"Let's just say I find a kind of beauty in those who defy even what would seem to be inevitable. I am intrigued to see how someone like you can maintain your integrity in such a complex world. It would be a pleasure to get to know you better," he turned around, one hand in his pants pocket and the other holding his book against his chest.

“I see.”

“Fascinating,” he shook his head.

“What?”

"The fact that you don't care at all about my opinion, and that you are only focused on your goals."

“That’s true."

"Your determined, self-reliant approach is refreshing. I'm surrounded by people who call themselves virtuous and honest, but wouldn't hesitate to act dishonestly if they had complete impunity," his amber eyes narrowed.

Touma let his words settle for a moment before responding, his gaze direct and defiant.

"Isn't it paradoxical that, in defying and rejecting the system, you seek recognition and notoriety? After all, aren't you looking for your rebellion to be noticed and appreciated by others? Isn't that, in a way, a desire for validation within the very system that you despise? I simply choose to follow my path, with no need for recognition or approval. Who, then, is the true rebel here?"

"My quest is not for recognition or notoriety. I'm not looking for applause or validation. What interests me is to awaken the essence of humanity, to stir the stagnant waters of complacency and conformity. I want to inspire individuals to question and challenge the world of their own free will and see if they really have value.

"While it may seem contradictory to challenge the system while coexisting in its shadow, my intention is to destabilize its foundation, not win its favor. You and I share a quest for autonomy, but our routes differ. I choose confrontation with the very rules that crush individual will. Who is the true rebel? That is a question only time and actions will answer. However, there is something else I want to ask you."

“Go ahead,” nodded Touma.

He headed for a couch in front of him, and sat down on it, crossing one leg over the other and resting the book on his thigh.

"For the first time, I hear you openly admitting the immorality of your actions. What has prompted this new perspective?" he asked, causing Touma to frown and fall silent. "You said you don't care how the system interprets your actions and yet..."

“It must have been a student of mine," Touma blurted out, raising an eyebrow. "You remind me of her. But she's not like us. She possesses a rare strength, like those fragile plants that defy the odds and bloom in the face of adversity. It's a strength I admire and respect, even if it differs from my own pursuits. But all men can be crushed, their ambitions thwarted."

"Is she the one who made you question your own beliefs and values?"

"I've never been so aware of them before," Touma's expression hardened in a deep voice. "I just want her to understand..."

"In the midst of immorality, you also seek to act as a moral guide for someone. Perhaps, someday, I will discover what really drives you. Your purpose. Can I give you some advice?"

“Of course.”

"One can guide people, but the path they take may differ from the one we initially expected them to take. You may not be able to guide her along the path you set out for her, and she may even try to influence or betray you."

"She wants me to betray myself. I forgive her that influence."

"Didn't you say the same thing about your sister? If past behavior is a precursor to future actions..."

Touma looked down with a serious expression, his fingers holding his black pen by each end, until he gazed up at him with a smile, "I'll have to kill her."

“Any man can make a mistake, but only an artist can turn it into a work of art.”

“I’m not much of an artist, but I understand their desire to stand out, the inability to repress one’s own nature.”

“And there is something in that you can relate to? What can’t you repress?” he asked slowly.

Touma narrowed his eyes and smiled, turning his head towards the window.

“I only dream of leaving a mark on this world… one of yours and mine.”

“I look forward to it,” he smirked with narrowed eyes.

[snowimatsu]

Osomatsu-san x Curtain Damashii

Theme: Bartender

[bothriolepis]

inktober #14 A Good Man

[levisgirll]

Hi! I love your work so much! Could you do a oneshot/hc about y/o and Levi having a crush on each other. Hange knows that and asks y/o why won't she confess to him. Y/O is insecure coz she's younger than him by 5 + years and she thinks that Levi wouldn't want her coz she thinks that he thinks she's childish (lol how many thinks). Thanks!

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

→ Text: Hi there sweet anon! Thank you for letting me know that you love my work 🥺 that makes me happy! And this is such a cute idea♡ ♡ I hope you enjoy this and let me know what you think about it if you can! Hope you see this and sorry it took awhile :,( Also, while writing this I was inspired by this song called kiss u better by Katzù Oso and Lady (Hear Me Tonight) by Modjo 🥰 they both were stuck in my head when I got your request!

Synopsis: Y/N and Levi have known each other for quite awhile now. Levi clearly likes Y/N, but she feels hesitant to take things further with Levi since they are both at university(when he is ready for that!) but won’t cause she is quite nervous and insecure. Levi and even Hanji notices that, and with that Levi takes his chance and tries to win his lover’s heart after a party at Zeke’s place. To make her finally have trust in him to give him a chance, and to prove to her that he would be a great man to y/n! Finally to open her heart again back to love <3 so find out what happens! (I promise you, you won’t regret this c: many soft and fluff levi!)

cute fluff, university modern au, headcanon imagine ♡ —

It was obvious, to everyone in their university course, also around campus, that Levi and Y/N totally had a crush on each other.

But Y/N is hesitant, even though though she might have a feeling that Levi might like her too, with the many moments they shared together, the times they went out together after lectures to go to the café, walking her home, watching sunsets together (but, Levi is watching you instead) and talk out their struggles and feelings, always texting and calling her to just at least hear from her everyday, buying her snacks and food to make sure she ate, all the time going out with her to any events, would bend down and tie her shoes for her if he saw undone, and also going to the shopping mall with her to just be by her side when she shopped all around. 

During long trips too or taking the bus to the university, Y/N and Levi would swap seats, she wanted the window and Levi wanted to look at you instead.

Would definitely come over to your place during the days you didn’t eat or make any food, expect him to cook for you and especially clean your place! And you both would spend the evening at the balcony, watching the nightsky and if it was a bit chilly or there was a cold breeze, he would give you his jacket. “Tch, Don't want you catching a cold.”

Levi would also give her and buy her some flowers on special days such as her birthday, celebrations, and would just give you some if you ever felt sad! He wanted to see you happy all the time <3 

Everyone at first thought Y/N and Levi were a couple and Levi was just being shy about it to not mention or talk about it. But in fact, it was Y/N who didn’t try and push the relationship to the next step. As she was feeling quite reluctant about it, feeling insecure that she was younger than him by 5 years and thought Levi was just doing all of these things to her as a ‘nice act’ and being polite and respectful. But, Y/N has no idea that one of Levi’s top love language was actually ‘acts of service’!

Levi is not the kind of man who would just do all of these things just randomly to someone unless he knows them pretty well and if he over does them, then he actually loves them! He would only do these things for Y/N knowing that she would like it, and he would honestly give up his time for you, and you only.

It was a long tiring day at university, but finally it was the last lecture for the day and the end of the first Semester! Y/N got up and took her stuff, ready to leave the lecture hall when Hanji jumped from behind her, giving her a hug around her shoulder. “Y/N! We finally finished!” Hanji said in their usual happy and cheerful tone. You smiled at Hanji and patted their head, “Yup, and the semester break started.” You said as you both left, heading to the university café. 

Hanji smirked and elbowed Y/N to the side, “Soooo, I have been realizing for quite a while that you and Levi are getting at it, Huh.” Hanji said with a wink and started drinking their iced coffee drink, looking at Y/N who their cheeks started to heat up.

“W-What? It’s not what you are thinking though...” You mumbled and started to take your own drink, sipping it and looking away. “No way. You both are STILL not dating?! Why don’t you just confess to him? I can’t handle it anymore, you both are clearly in love with each other!” Hanji now started to squeal and was amazed how you and Levi were still not taking your relationship to the next step after being with him for such a long time. “Quiet down! I don’t want anyone to hear. But...I’m not sure, he might just think I am childish a-and might not want me..” You mumbled the last part and then gave out a sad sigh while looking down to your shoes, you were quite down about it whenever you thought about how you badly wanted to confess your feelings to him, but with how older he was to you, you probably just thought he was better off with someone else. You really did love him, but....does he? With the way he constantly checks up on you and asks about you, Y/N just wondered that he might just only do that cause he only worries for her only.

“Y/N! Wake up girl. Have ever you seen him treat you like this to anyone else? No!” Hanji wanted so badly to let you know that Levi did actually have a crush on you, but they promised Levi (well was threated by Levi) that they wouldn’t tell her.

You were about to question and ask about what Hanji meant when suddenly, Connie, Sasha and Mikasa came by. “Yo! Did you guys hear?” Connie said with a grin and brought a chair to join them, while Sasha and Mikasa tagged along giving you a little wave. “There is gonna be a party at Zeke’s place tonight! He invited us! I heard it’s gonna be crazy though.” 

“As long there is free food, I am in!” Sasha said with a nod, already planning what she will eat first when she first goes there. Mikasa looked at you and then asked, “Y/N, if you are going. I’ll tag along.” She said while looking at you, waiting for a response. Zeke was a popular guy at your university and course, he knew everyone and everyone seemed to like him. You were once placed in the same group project with him and he helped you out a lot, and even during exams he seemed to be friendly enough to share you his notes to you! Y/N never got the chance to have a proper chat with him though. 

But instead Hanji replied yelling out, “Oh hell Yea I am in! I never had the chance to hang out with Zeke, but I so wanna go to this party! Y/N Let’s go Please!” Hanji begged, giving you their usual puppy eyes and you sighed while getting up from your seat. “I’ll see and let you guys know.” You sighed and when you looked at your friends, all of them looked behind you and had a surprised look on their face. You went blank, and turned around slowly. Shit.

It was, Zeke. “Hey There.” Zeke said with a smirk and approached you closer, “Y/N, Yea?” 

You stood there, all shocked and surprised, how the ‘cool popular guy’ from your university is actually talking to you right now. You felt all eyes on you and your friends were all there, their eyes widen and were seeing what the hell was gonna happen.

“Y-Yea. Um, do you need something?” Y/N said in a nervous tone, not sure what to say or do. “Yea, Come tonight to my party.” Zeke said bluntly, and you were about to question him why when Hanji suddenly held both of your shoulders and yelled out. “Yes Yes! We are all coming!”

“Great! See you all tonight, and you too...Y/N.” Zeke said in a flirty tone while he kept his eyes on you, then walked off. You just stood there, all surprised and taken aback at how quickly things escalated. “Hanji...Seriously?” You let out a sigh and decided to walk out of the café, while Mikasa, Hanji, Connie and Sasha tagged you along. All talking about what to wear and when they are going.

As you were walking with them, you got a text message. When you saw who it was, you made a big smile.

Levi: Hey, Where are you now?

Y/N: With the others, still at campus though. Something up?

Levi: No. Also, was wondering what are your plans for tonight.

You stopped walking, and stood still, and you felt your cheeks go hot. You really liked it when Levi asked you out for hang outs.

Y/N: Well, Hanji and the others are begging me to go to Zeke’s party. So going there tonight. 

Levi:....Okay, I am coming too. Don’t go in without me.

“Oh, Levi is coming too.” You said aloud to yourself but Hanji heard it and was so shocked. “Levi? You mean Levi ACKERMAN? That guy never ever goes out with any of us, especially to parties.” 

After hearing what Hanji said, you wondered and thought, maybe just maybe....he might like you? But you later shook the thought off away from your mind.

You decided in the end to go and just meet your friends and Levi in front of Zeke’s place. You started to get ready once you got back to your place as the evening was approaching wore your favourite outfit, and just get the night over with. Hopefully nothing crazy happens right? I mean you had Levi and your other friends. So surely, it will be okay.

The night approached, and you were outside Zeke’s place, his house was huge as expected from a popular university student. You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned to see the person you loved most, Levi.

“O-Oh, Hey!!” You quickly said, quite taken aback with his sudden appearance. “Was trying to call you out but guess you didn’t hear me.” He said with a teasing tone and went to hug you gently. He noticed what you wore, and to him anything you wore always looked beautiful and pretty to his eyes, he just wanted to say it and say how great you looked but he knew he could not do that. “You good? Where is four eyes and the others.” He said trying to ignore his thought while he had a slight faint blush which you didn’t notice.

“Soon, they are coming. Lets go in though, I think Miche and some others went ahead too.” You said looking around and as you started to head in, Levi held you hand and said calmly but had a nervous tone in him. “Wait um, I don't want us to separate so c-can I hold your hand?” Levi said but then quickly looked away, cursing himself for stuttering like an idiot in front of the the girl he loves.

You felt your face burning up and you held out your hand to him, and nodded, to which he gently held your hand and you both entered inside Zeke’s place. Wondering what the other side awaits.

--

It was crowded, too crowded. You felt nervous but with Levi’s soft touch holding your hand tightly, you felt relieved and safe, he was there holding you tightly, making sure no one weird was behind you and he would let you walk in front of him as he put his hand on your shoulder. Levi was honestly keep his eye out for you, it was his instinct to protect you and always making sure you are comfortable and safe. Afterall, you did mean a lot to him.

“Hey! Y/N came and Woah....Levi!” Miche yelled out waving at the both of you while Nanaba was by his side smirking at you two. You quickly let go of Levi’s hand and went away from him, Levi glanced at you on his side, a bit hurt how you let your hand go, how he didn't get to feel your touch anymore.

“Tch....What is it.” Levi said in his usual annoyed tone and gave them his stoic expression because of how they interrupted, and making Y/N letting go of him. “Zeke was waiting for you guys, Come on.” Nanaba said while a grin and kept her hand around Y/N’s shoulder to guide her and Levi to where Zeke and the others are at. Apparently he gathered around certain people and you and your other friends where among them!

You saw all your friends, Jean, Mikasa, Armin, Eren, Sasha, Connie and Hanji and many others you recognize! You spotted Zeke talking to Pieck Finger, another popular girl in your university and once you both had eye contact together, he got up and waved at you. “Hey you came!” Zeke said with a happy tone and approached you, he then noticed Levi who was clearly glaring at him. “Oh. Levi.” Zeke said bluntly and looked away from him, completely ignoring Levi and gave Y/N a smirk. “Let’s begin the fun, sweetheart?” You were taken aback when he called you that, Wait..did he actually call me that?

This fucking bastard. Levi thought as he was trying to control himself not to twist the guy’s hand when he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Okay everyone listen up! Since the first semester finished, and to celebrate. To have a little fun, I decided let’s all play Drink or Dare!” Everyone now got hyped up and gathered around, sitting in the coaches and were all excited. You had a weird gut feeling about this as you sat next to Jean while Levi followed you and leaned aganist the coach side with his arms crossed, completely not interested in what the hell Zeke is doing, but he was just here for you.

“But...If no one does the Dare I tell them, you have to drink something I made instead and nothing else.” He pointed at the big bottle that was on the table, it had a label saying Zeke’s Spinal Fluid which you found really odd for a drink to be called like that. Afterall, he was the kind of guy who would do these random things. You figured it might have been just a weird mixture of juices all together. You asked Armin to which he said that he was not even sure himself what was in the drink and would prefer to do the dares instead!

It went by turns and everyone seemed to have been doing the dares they were told to do, such as Jean getting a dare from Eren to call a random number and try to flirt with the person whoever picks up (and how he terribly failed on that, making everyone laugh like crazy). Overall, the night was going great and everyone seemed to having fun, including yourself! Although, you did not notice though that Levi, this whole time couldn’t take his eyes off you and Zeke noticed that instead. This was now Zeke’s time to ‘shine’.

“Okay. I got a dare for you. Y/N.” Zeke said with a smirk, looking directly at your eyes with his arms crossed, which made you jolt a bit, and this got everyone’s attention. Everyone was now curious what kind of dare Zeke would give you.

“Hm...” He stood there thinking and pushing his glasses a bit up, Levi started to slowly get irritated and was ready to beat this guy up anytime. He hated how he caught Zeke seductively looking at you and would sometimes add in flirty comments to you during the game, he found him extremely annoying and hated him even more.

“I dare you to kiss me.” He said bluntly with a grin, this made everyone yell out with a surprise, especially Hanji. “Oh my god! How lucky of her, Zeke is a great kisser Y/N!” Pieck said with a giggle, as soon as Zeke was gonna approach you, Levi got up and stood in front of him.

“Fuck that. I’m not gonna allow it.” Levi said with such a enraged and threatening tone while he glared at Zeke. Levi’s eyebrows frowned and his jawline was now tensed up, he was now ready to fucking kill the guy. How could he even make such a dare to Y/N? Levi clearly knew that he was trying to get on his nerves ever since he met him. 

“I mean....I asked Y/N. And if not, she needs to drink. I mean it is part of the game!” Zeke said playfully while looking at you. Y/N now felt worried, she definitely did not want her first kiss to be with Zeke! and also she definitely did not want to drink Zeke’s drink as she felt very uncomfortable about it. But, she mostly felt worried for Levi, worried if he would actually beat up the popular guy and getting in trouble of it because of her!

Y/N quickly got up and held on Levi’s arm which made him slowly control his anger a bit with Zeke. But what happened next shocked you.

Levi went to the table, picked up  Zeke’s Spinal Fluid drink and poured the whole drink on the floor. “No. Fuck you and your game anyways shit face.” Levi said in a pissed tone, his jaw still clenched and he gave Zeke such an intense eye contact which actually scared him a bit and took a step back, away from Levi. Everyone now was all shocked by what Levi did, they never saw him go this mad or angry, and the fact that it was because of this dare to Y/N was even more shocking. Most of the reason is also because Levi would never tolerate anyone who would make you feel uncomfortable or put you in a situation you didn’t like.

Levi then, just grabbed your hand and took you out of the room, and out of his place, you just held his hand tightly, looked at his back, his undercut and your eyes would widen. Feeling all the butterflies now in your stomach slowly growing, and having also getting your fuzzy feeling. You loved how Levi just did that all, for you.

You haven’t even realized, after walking out for such a long time with Levi, still holding his hand and looking at him from behind. You felt shy and even nervous to say anything, Y/N then looked around and realized they ended up in small garden park and Levi gestured you towards a bench to sit that was near the both of you.

“Hey. You okay?” Levi said, looking down at you with both of his hands in his pockets, focusing on your eyes and facial expressions for any sign of you feeling scared or uncomfortable. But found none, and instead you were calm and happy.

“Yup. Thanks Levi.” You said shyly and looked away. It was now quiet between the both of you. Levi wondered and thought to himself, why did he react like that earlier. He could have just easily walked you out with him and not say anything or even not pour the whole drink away, ruining the game and the mood. But, he didn’t care. Levi did then admit to himself that he actually felt a bit jealous when he saw how other guys tried to approach you, how they talked to you, and how you smiled at them when he barely gets to see that from you sometimes (and it was just because you were shy when it comes to your crush, Levi).

And Zeke, made it all worse and terrible for him. He hated how he just had the audacity to just flirt with you and touch you, Levi swore the next time he sees him, he will make sure to twist his arm.

He looked back at you, and then mumbled something, which got Y/N’s attention. “Hm? I didn’t quite hear that. What did you say?” You said in a curious tone and looked up at Levi, who was shyly looking away from you, and he started to slowly go red.

“I said....” Levi then mumbled it again the last few words. ‘What?!’ You thought to yourself, all confused and Levi then sigh and looked at you. Finally saying what was in his mind tonight to you. He didn’t care anymore, just being at the party tonight and all made him realize that he had to let you know how he really felt.

“Tch...I said that...I can kiss you better than that shit face.” You stood there, feeling as if your whole face burned up, and you jolted up from your seat. Not believing what he actually said. Levi then looked at you, and you could see his cheeks go red, feeling all embarrassed and flustered while scratching the back of his head. Oh my god. Was your words on repeat in your head this whole time.

Now, Levi had an internal monologue on whether what he was gonna do and say was the right or wrong thing. But it was now or never to tell Y/N whom he knew for quite a while that he was in love with her. He couldn't handle this foreign feeling he kept feeling all the time with you and every time he tried to avoid it, it kept growing. 

He then mastered all his courage and took your hand and slightly pulled it while caressing it. “I hope that it’s true...”

“What it?” You said quietly but still having your shocked expression.

“If you are feeling what I am feeling now....Please let me know that it’s real.” Now, he sounded real soft, and he was begging you to finally give him a chance, to let him know and not to ignore this feeling you both shared, it was hard for him to even explain it and say it in words to you and he hoped you got his message. “Just hear me out tonight.” Even thought he was feeling a bit overwhelmed at how you might still not accept him and this. You were shocked, and surprised because this whole time you thought Levi wouldn’t want someone like you. He wouldn’t confess unless he knew for sure you reciprocated this feeling he had, but he wanted to hear it from you.

You nodded slightly and finally looked at him, at his eyes which was now glisten and realizing his love for you is real, while his pupil size increases, looking at you.

“Y/N, I’m falling for you. And, I can’t get you out of my mind.” He now took your other hand, and pulled you a bit slower, still looking at your eyes. “I am feeling love for the first time when it comes with you...I can also tell by the look in your eyes that...you do too.” He said gently and brought his hand to softly touch your side cheek, you felt his cold fingers warming up your cheek that you still felt burning up.

“So....Please let me love you. And give me a chance?” You finally felt your heart warm up but also melt at the same time, the fuzzy feeling kept on growing and your eyes now soften, to your eyes now tearing up, letting out your emotions. You felt happy and loved. And you thought, at long last love has arrived for Y/N, one which you craved a lot, especially from Levi. You decided to open your heart up for him and it was the best decision you ever made. Levi understood your actions and gave you a big smile, not even words can describe how he was feeling too, and he then, slowly went closer and closer to your face, to your lips, and finally. Levi kissed you. A sweet kiss under the beautiful moonlight, one you won't ever forget. Is this how love feels? How a kiss feels? Apparently it was Levi’s first kiss too and even though you both weren’t sure how to do it, you both didn’t mind, cause now you both are together, having each other, and with time Love would guide you both ♥

If only this happened sooner you wondered as you both kept on kissing and trying to kiss again and again to get the hang of it. He was happily and willing to listen if you just let him know how you were feeling from the start, but the same thing could be said to him too. And, he never found you childish, and instead he found you as his girl, which he can now say proudly.

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: Apparently, it turned out that Zeke played out an act and everyone was part of it! It was mainly Hanji’s plan just to get Levi’s nerves and to make him or either you confess both of your feelings ASAP as everyone in your university campus was shipping you both so hard. But now, Zeke is scared shit of Levi and he would never do this again, never listening and following Hanji’s plan ever again.

wow I actually loved how this work turned out!♡ I really hope you like this anon and everyone else who read this I hope you enjoyed it too🥺 Please let me know by leaving a like, a reblog or a message! 

[redwylde]

Alright so, I've been thinking about S3 Ep25.

I've connected the dots.

See, the boys all made the decision to go view the cherry blossoms. They were all given a task and set out to do it. By the end, no Matsu had actually completed their task (some were more successful than others, but hold onto that thought) and decided they didn't want to see the blossoms after all.

They all ended up back at the bathhouse and they begin feeling bad about not following through with their plans. Then, Oso just says "it's fine, we can go when we feel like it".

I feel like this whole thing was a metaphor for how isolated the boys feel from everyone else.

The people who were already there at the park represented the people who were able to gain jobs and move up in the world, essentially, successful people. When Choro got there, he enjoyed seeing the blossoms, but seeing the "successful" people all around made him feel inadequate. So he left.

I think this is indicative of how the boys have tried and failed to stick at jobs before. Now let's look at the task part. Each Matsu set out to gather things for the viewing party, and it went differently for each one.

Choro was the one who was most successful in that he actually managed to gather the food that was promised, and he made it to the party. This is indicative of Choro's ability to actually do what is expected of him and follow through. Despite this fact though, he loses confidence easily and quits. This is also a very obvious tie to the fact he was the only one who managed to get a job and stick at it for a little while in S1 Ep24.

By comparison, Oso technically did purchase a single can of beer intended for the party. He then drank it himself, which could be indicative of Oso's tendency to do the bare minimum, or lose focus mid task. It could also mean that for Oso, the immediate reward interests him more than the long term reward. i.e He could have waited to drink the beer under the blossoms, but he drank it immediately. For Oso, the prospect of earning money through work and becoming successful is too far away for him to see, and therefore can't see the merit in doing it at all.

As for the others, Totty and Kara straight up did not try. They want to reap the rewards of hard work without doing any of the work. Totty is more true to himself and knows he doesn't want to try, whereas Kara hopes to get lucky and come across good fortune an easier way (the lottery ticket).

Ichi walked around the city and felt increasingly out of place, and so he went home without completing his task. Ichi doesn't know what he wants for himself yet, and he doesn't know where to start.

At the same time, Jyushi just forgot what he was doing completely. I'm actually blanking on what that means for Jyushi other than he's also unsure about what he wants, but it's hard to be able to tell with Jyushi due to the nature of his gags.

SO. The Matsus collectively failed in their tasks, and retreated to the bathhouse. It's here that Oso drops that line "we'll do it when we feel like it". At this point everyone visibly relaxes. Thinking about how this skit has been kind of reflective on each brother's ability to follow through in their promise (to work), Oso's sentiment makes them feel better.

Essentially, they'll try again when they're ready.

After this, they begin talking about how their friends are also moving upwards. Totoko is getting her licence and Hatabou has grown a little, but there are also things that are the same. For instance, Chibita and Iyami are basically in the same situation they've always been. Not everything changes, and nothing ever changes the same way or at the same time.

The Matsus just haven't reached their time to change and move forward, and that's okay. They will when they're ready.

A final note is how each bro, even though they were separate when they started out and when they decided to give up, all ended up together at the bathhouse.

It could be indicative of how, no matter what path they each may take and when, they'll always end up some place together. And I think that in itself is the most comforting.

This is the first Ep24/25 where Oso was the one most at ease.

He's found his peace in himself.

[love-songs-for-emma]

2012 buzzwords and phrases

nutella

one direction video diaries

dan & phil radio show on BBC1

"rose tyler, i-"

mishapocalypse

covering things in patterned duck tape (tie dye, lime green/pink arrows, that terrible purple)

oovoo/skype video calls<33

roblox dot com "can i haz chez burger too?"

o.O xD :3 (:

frantically skipping over fucked up shit on omegle (we should Not have been able to access this site)

using twitter to tweet shit like "@NIALLHORAN I LOVE YOU!!!!" >>0 likes 0 retweets 5 followers (best friend, internet friend, internet friend, & two porn bots)

tumblr girl

#justgirlythings

unironically saying "I'm not like other girls" "EPIC" "ROFLCOPTER"

troll face rage comic

top text bottom text memes

"shut up and take my money!"

desperately wanting those mini polaroid cameras

mario galaxy 2!!!!

mindlessly playing the wii/wiiu for hours on urs or ur best friend's couch

(for americans spec:) that random obsession with british people and drinking tea???

2012 mayan calendar ending,, the end of the world!!

(spec to east coast US+) hurricane irene & hurricane sandy on halloween

hot topic thick rubber bracelets

walking around ur local mall for hours w/ like 3 friends, just to end up buying over-priced taco bell in the food court

high top converse!!!!

colored skinny jeans!! (bright red w/ suspenders & a striped t-shirt, the louis tomlinson look)

"hug me" t-shirts (ty niall horan:/)

black & white checkered studded belts, seatbelt-looking belts

the cinnamon challenge

kony 2012

starting a youtube channel on ur own and/or with ur best friend (only to forget the password & nvr come back to it)

hobbies?? outside of school?? (i.e. dance class, musical theater, gymnastics, tennis, horseback riding, baton twirling (why is it always baton twirling), etc.)

boyscouts/girlscouts (wasn't me but i Saw y'all)

the scary maze game

making cringe 4 panel memes of urself to post on this new app called instagram ("hey um.... >~<" "did you know that..." "like..." "you're really beautiful :)")

science side of tumblr

superwholockian

"you were the bravest man i ever knew, the most human... human being i ever met" (if u dont still cry ur lying)

"okay?" "okay." or,, throwing tfios when reading The Part

the green brothers!! & vidcon!!

jennamarbles (i miss her sm & i hope she's happy & safe & doing SO well) & her spiderman poster

"what boys are like" "what girls are like" YouTube videos

slenderman

the maximum ride series/reading anything by james patternson

/reading late into the night

camp, sleep-away camp, babysitting or being babysat while ur friends/ur parent(s) worked in the summer bc u couldn't stay home alone (this prob isn't 2012 specific but it is to ME)

or,, staying home alone

& listening to music so loudly????

hiding headphone wires up ur sleeve to listen to music in class

going to "the computer room" in urs or ur friends house (bonus points if it was in their basement, u had to share it with siblings, and/or ur/their dad would kick u off it to idk check his email)

divorce qkjxsjjdkd (again,, prob not 2012 specific but LMAO)

three way calls on The House Phone

calling ur friends house & saying, "hi. this is x, is y there?"

hand games, like quack dilly oso & concentration 64 (do ppl still play these ones in particular)

"IMA FYARIN MAH LAZER BLARGH!" "doctor octogonopus BLAH!" (i.e.,,, the laser collection)

the asdf movie(s)

charlie the unicorn, llamas with hats

fedoras...... unironically my beloved..........

y'all think furries are bad?? remember bronies??

i'm yours by jason mraz, someone like you by adele, hey soul sister by train being the only songs that exist

bangin' ur ankle with ur metal razor scooter,, those soft grips on the handle bars, pressin' in the lil metal buttons to twist & push out the handles for some reason

comedy central: tosh.0, its always sunny in philadephia, south park, etc.

THE GREATEST FREAKOUT EVER!!!! (vid where guy shoves remote up his ass bc his mom canceled his WOW account)

[sincerelyasomebody]

Happy Go Lucky || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF: @merakiaes)

A/N: Shoutout to @multiyfandomgirl40 and @firebenderwolf for making me do a taglist. I'm still in awe that people enjoy the fics I write. Be sure to check out their fics (or re-read them), you won't regret it! Grammatical errors are to be expected. Spanish Translations below, let me know if there are any errors. 

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader ☆ OCs (readers best friends)

Summary: Wine just brings out a different side of (Y/N). Not that her boyfriend is complaining. 

Warnings: fluff, language, references to smut, tipsy reader

Word Count: 1638

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The Mean Girls credits rolled onto the screen, so (Y/N) tossed the remote to Kyra as she got up and walked into the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, she looked through the selection Maelyse had brought with her. Unsure of what to get, Joy popped up beside her and grabbed the Merlot. (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders and decided to grab the rest of the snacks instead. 

Tomorrow, the tight knit group of friends would officially have a wife among them. They were all excited for the big day, especially the bride to be Maelyse. The past few months had all of them busy. However, through it all, they all remained level-headed and it solidified Mae's choice in choosing them to be her bridesmaids. Instead of going to celebrate her last night of being a fiancé out in the city, Mae decided on having a quiet night in. 

Each of them had their own rooms within the suite, but chose to all camp out in the living room for the night.

"How are you feeling?" (Y/N) asked Mae as she placed the snacks on the coffee table that had been pushed to the side. 

She smiled, "great." 

Joy shook her head, "and to think you getting married is because Scott sent a text to the wrong number.

"I wouldn't say it was wrong," Mae flashed her engagement ring, "after all he ended up with the right woman."

(Y/N) and Joy both awed, while Kyra scoffed. 

"Okay, enough of the cheesiness, y'all know I'm lactose intolerant," everyone laughed at her, "let's give a toast for wrong numbers." 

"To wrong numbers!"

They all raised their wine glasses, clinked them together and took a drink. When (Y/N) placed her glass down, she noticed a notification pop up on her screen. With the quick flash she smiled down at her screensaver. A photo of her and Jose sitting on a mat with a picnic basket and a bouquet of daffodils beside them. (Y/N) leaning back into his embrace and Jose wrapping his arms around her. 

He had set his phone up to "capture the moment", he had told her. (Y/N) didn't really suspect anything of it considering she loved a good photo op. She remembered that day so clearly, as it was when Jose officially asked her to be his girlfriend. Bringing the bouquet of daffodils to symbolise the new beginning for both of them. 

Kyra noticed (Y/N) staring at her phone and nudged her shoulder playfully, "is somebody missing their novio?" 

"Shut up," she replied.

Mae laughed, "he's coming tomorrow, right?" 

(Y/N) nodded, "yeah, he'll be there." 

She was happy that Jose would join her. It would be the first event they'd be attending as a couple – Santos parties and dinners with her family didn't really count. Plus she was extremely excited to see him dressed up.

Joy smiled and grabbed some Doritos to munch on, "Nana Julie is gonna be disappointed when she finds out you're in a relationship. She's been trying to set you up with Carlos for years."

"Accepting the ring pop in front of her was the beginning of her attempts of getting the two of you together," Mae piped up. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, "we were seven." 

Kyra smirked, "my favourite part was when you found out he gave Vivian a ring pop the day before and told him you weren't a homewrecker," she laughed.

"That just showed how committed I was, even back then," she replied, "I kinda felt bad after I stuck the ring pop in his hair. He had to shave it all off 'cause Nana Julie ended up giving him a bald spot when she ripped it out." 

They continued to drink, eat and talk. Laughing at the memories they created with each other and cringing when they talked about their awkward teenage years. All of which they agreed they were happy they were no longer living through it.

On the other side of town, Jose was chilling in his apartment. He wasn't really doing anything, other than making sure his outfit for Mae's wedding was put away nicely. He had just come back from his mother's house 'cause he needed help ironing it. While she was ironing, she kept talking about how proud she was of him for finding (Y/N). He laughed when she began to hint at grandchildren. His response was if it happened, it happened. Although, he already knew that (Y/N) was the only woman he ever pictured having kids with. 

Closing his closet door, he moved from his bedroom into the hallway. His mind on (Y/N) and hoping she was having a blast with her girls. When he began dating her, her friends were a bit apprehensive due to his association with the Santos. However, when they realised he actually cared for (Y/N) they eased up. Now, whenever he saw them there wasn't any awkwardness. 

Before he reached the kitchen, he felt a vibration against his thigh. Confused, he pulled out his phone and saw (Y/N)'s contact name pop up. With a smile, he quickly answered, "Hola, querida." 

"Ooooh did you hear that girls? Did. You. Fucking. Hear. My. Man? I don't think you did. He spoke Spanish! Fuck he sounds so sexy –" was all Jose heard before a bunch of giggles muffled his girlfriend's voice. He couldn't help but chuckle, quickly figuring out that he was on speaker and (Y/N) was tipsy (if her slightly slurred rambling was anything to go by). A loud shushing noise was followed by more rambling, "– like… he's just so ‐‐ urg! He's a snack… no h-he's more than that he's breakfast… and lunch… and dinner. Yeah! Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Wait, no… uh, what's that place – buffet! He's. A. Fucking. Buffet! Yes, he is. And I'll gladly eat all day long." 

Jose smirked, "you're everything and more bebe." 

"Oh shit, I forgot I was on the phone," she giggled, "hey, baby! I love you!" She let out a heavy sigh, "I miss you! Can I see you? I wanna see you." 

Never being able to deny her of anything, he quickly ended their call and switched to FaceTime. He only waited for a few seconds before (Y/N)'s face popped up, practically covering the screen. Jose laughed as she grinned widely, before shuffling back allowing him to see her surrounded by her best friends. All of whom were wearing matching pink pajama sets, except for Maelyse whose set was white. They all waved, Jose nodding back at them. 

"Isn't he handsome?" (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder, "and he's mine." She sighed happily focusing back on the screen. "I love you!" 

He smiled, "I love you too, bebe." His eyes spotted some wine glasses in the background with snacks. "You seem to be having a great time." 

"The bestest time ever!" She cheered, the girls cheering alongside her. "We're getting wine drunk and eating all the snacks. But, I wanna see you," she pouted. 

"Don't make that face," he sighed, "you're seeing me now, bebe." 

"It's not the same… I want you here!" She huffed.

He raised an eyebrow, "(Y/N)." 

"Ooooh, you called me (Y/N)." Her eyes widened, "you must mean business," she giggled. "I like it when you say my name… especially when you're –" 

"Baby," this time his eyes widened.

The girls in the background fell over each other laughing, while (Y/N) looked at them confused. This made Joy laugh harder. Maelyse leaned over and whispered in her ear. (Y/N) bit her lip, causing Kyra to wrap her arms around her shoulders and scream about 'the baby not being as innocent as everyone thought'. Shaking her head, she turned back to the screen and shrugged her shoulders. 

"I meant when you're sleepy 'cause your voice gets even sexier," she explained, "but… yeah, when we're doing stuff too. I really like that part."

The way she said it so nonchalantly made Jose snort and shake his head. His girl was something else. The camera shifted to show off a pile of blankets and pillows, before revealing her nude painted toenails. He patiently waited until (Y/N)'s face came back on the screen and once it did, she was laying on a bed.

"I can't wait to see you all dressed up," she commented, "like – fuck, you're already the sexiest man. But… imagining you in a suit and tie is doing things to me." 

He smirked, "is that right?" 

Biting her lip, she nodded, "yeah… a whole lot of things," she glanced over her phone before back at the screen, "after the wedding is when the real fun starts." 

"I look forward to it." 

"You should 'cause I brought your favourite set with me, so I can wear it underneath my dress." 

"Baby, don't do that to me," he groaned.

"Sorry not sorry," she giggled.

They chatted a bit more until Mae called out for (Y/N) that it was time to say goodbye and get back to celebrating. At the same time Oso gestured towards Jose that he was needed. With a reluctant sigh from both of them, they smiled at each other. 

"Looks like we've both gotta go, querida," he told her, "but I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Do you need me to bring anything to the hotel?" 

"Can I have some (fast food) for breakfast?" 

He laughed, "of course baby, anything else?" 

She shook her head, "no that's it," she blew him a kiss, "I really gotta go now 'cause I can hear Mae calling my full name," she huffed, "I love you!"

"I love you too, baby." 

Once they hung up, they both had the same thought; morning couldn't come soon enough.

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Novio - boyfriend

Hola, querida - hello, honey

Bebe - baby

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[trinketstar]

2 & 24? For the ososan thing :3

Fav non-sextuplet:  Chibita no question. He's got SUCH an interesting history that it's a crime he isn't used more in the show! He's the perfect counterpart to Oso and I wanna see a whole ep about just them. Tie it back to the convo they had in ep 2! The NEET with a big family and identity issues, and an orphan that considers his job his identity... That's such a perfect dynamic they set up and did NOTHING with... (this show does that a lot)

If i could make my own episode.... gosh I made so many fancomics and that one fanfic, there's too many ideas to count em! AGAIN. This show sets up SO MANY COOL IDEAS but theyre allergic to character development. But anyways ...I want a flashback episode!! Like a WAY flashback episode all about Matsuyo and how she dealt with all those babies.... i love anime babies itd be so cute.

 gakuen babysitters but with matsus. i would die