#she also cared about family and friends and her job to protect people

[r3ynah]

DANNY NO—

Despite popular opinion, Danny and Paulina did become good friends after graduation, with Paulina not going to college but instead becoming a famous model and actor loved and adored by everyone in Metropolis, and Danny being able to study Aerospace engineering at Gotham passing with flying colors a real contrast when they were in junior high and while also interning at Wayne Enterprises, and it was working unbelievable well for the both of them.

They would try to meet up once a month, with being miles away from their hometown Danny was the only person she could rely on when something went downhill, they floated towards each other in search of any sort of comfort and normality—well what they consider normal that is.

They would pick between Gotham or Metropolis just to meet in a cafe and just chat about anything, Paulina asks about Sam and Tucker, but mostly Sam (the both of them had enemies to friends to lovers to enemies phase and no one can change my mind bout that, and the both of them are still yearning for each other).

after all these years she sees Danny more as a brother rather than a dorky weirdo who is uncharacteristically obsessed with space, but she loves him—but don't tell him that, and Danny also loves and sees Paulina as family, he knows that even when she complains about how he dresses she will always be there to accompany him shopping( with the excuse that'll she'll die if she's seen by anybody near him, in her words she said that he looked like he dressed himself in the dark, which is fair) and keeping him sane by forcing him to sleep when Tucker, Sam, and Jazz were too busy with their jobs and studies.

Most importantly Danny is there to protect her, sometimes she even offers to pay Danny to be her Bodyguard at galas which he refuses, this is also the reason why she sometimes gets protective of Danny, because if you won't let her pay then she'll just do the same but tenfold— she knows Danny can protect himself but the amount of time she gets emergency calls from the man when he gets injured by the GIW really puts her off.

And it certainly doesn't help when one of there meet ups at Gotham, vigilantes seemed to be around every corner and overly nosy 'civilians' who at first she thought they were there for her, well they did use her as an excuse to get close with the request of signing an autograph but she knew better.

with the way their gaze are fixed on Danny, and their stances always stiff like they're prepared to attack if the skinny man in front of her pick up a butter knife, this was the same in metropolis it bothered her that they were eyeing her friend with such skeptical stares, but at least she knew that the heroes that resides in metropolis won't do anything rash after all, she is famous and with one bad tweet of them from her on twitter she can definitely turn half of the population against them.

But in Gotham? she doesn't really know how the people and economy work, she has supporters there she knew that but they weren't so keen on turning their backs on their vigilantes which were the only ones that really tried protecting them, she's just an actress from another city she knew that she won't have the upper hand here, so she just keeps her head low and make sure that Danny is safe and doesn't get harmed.

It's not like Danny is some sort of rogue, yes his parents are mad scientist and all— but Danny knows better than to follow their steps, for Ancients sake Danny was the beloved vigilante of Amity Park he was there when it all went bad, when no one was there to save them he was there, he was the hope of their town—their god.

So she will rain hell upon earth if ever one of the people that named themselves 'heroes' try to lay a finger on Danny— Fuck her reputation she couldn't care less.

So why? Just Why did he get the attention of vigilantes? and the bats nonetheless, she couldn't keep her curiosity at bay, so she asks.

"Oh them? well, I kinda made my way to their watchlist when I decided to pass my half-assed research all about: 'travelling different alternate universes with the usage of Lazarus waters' " he causally uttered as he picked off the cherry tomatoes out of his plate and onto Paulina's

"did you know ectoplasm here is more commonly known as Lazarus waters? cause I didn't, and when I tried to research more about it online I was stopped by a fire wall, which was embarrassingly easy to get through, and you know what was more embarrassing? it wasn't even worth it, the collected data I gathered was not even 1/4 of the things my parents researched, and I'm speaking about the scientifically correct things"

WHat. Paulina looked at him speechless, "Danny no…"

"Danny, yes.." he cheekily answered, amused by Paulina's stunned face "Boy— you better be joking because I will actually call Jazz"

"Please don't—" poor Danny he looked like he was one second away from passing out and sleeping on the table, who knew being watched by vigilantes has a much bigger toll on his body than when he died.

A/N: Oh noo… Danny being seen as a god by overprotective and devoted Amity Parkers, Oh no…. Guys— I didn't know what happened i was just listening to random things and then Hozier started playing, and now we have this.

[always1star]

kids - lads

lads men and parenting - fluff hcs

i know this is a common thing to write about, but this is my take ;)

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Xavier has one son and loves him dearly. He babies him so much, to the point where you have to tell him to stop it sometimes. He carries him around, spoon feeds him, buys him what he wants, and plays with him whenever. He treats your son like a prince, just the way he treats you like a princess. His son is just as sleepy as he is, and you always catch the two of them napping together, whether it be on the couch, your bed, your son’s bed, the floor (????). You always laugh when you see the silly positions they’re sprawled out into and your phone is filled with photos of them sleeping. 

Zayne has one kid, but I can see it being a girl or boy. He was scared to have children due to his demanding job, but once he found out you were having one, he was very excited. He makes sure his child is always being taken care of and is always in safe and healthy conditions. He is the most disciplined out of all of them, being sure that his child will grow to be a good and kind person. The kind of guy who always wants to spend time with his family no matter how packed his schedule is. Weekends are always for going out and hanging out. 

Rafayel has one boy and one girl. Although, he is more like a kid than a dad. He always has quarrels with the kids, provoking them to have similar attitudes (you’re super upset at him all the time). He gets super pouty when they don’t listen to him. He has petty arguments and plays with them all the time, getting too into them and always trying to win. The house is never quiet. But, surprisingly, he has occasional discipline for his kids, making sure that they must be good people. also teaches them how to bargain to get whatever they want, and you’re over it

Sylus is a girl dad through and through. He does have sons, yes, but his daughter is his absolute pride and joy. He treats his sons like he’s training them for “the cruel reality of life,” but makes sure his daughter will never ever have to face it. When he found out that you were going to have a daughter after two sons, he was absolutely over the moon. He would give her absolutely everything, and he does. His usual scary demeanor is nowhere to be seen when his daughter is in a 10 feet radius of him. He makes sure his little girl is always pampered to the max, especially with the abundance of things he buys for her (that she definitely does not need).

Caleb seems like he would have twins: one boy and one girl. He does not particularly prefer one or the other, because he actually loves his wife more than his kids. But that’s besides the point. He’s the kind of dad to be fun but disciplined, and you love that about him. He is very protective of his kids, making sure they’re always safe (even though that does mean the occasional scolding), but he also always makes sure they’re happy and having a good time. The kind of dad to analyze who his kids are friends with/dating. 

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so i kinda wrote this on a whim cuz ive been pushing to write a rafayel fic, but didn't wanna leave you guys hanging... fic coming soon eventually!

[couch-house]

If you've been following me for a while you already know I'm going to tell you to vote for @themetalvirus's Egghog AU in @sonic-au-collision. You know I love drawing those funny little guys. But I think it might be a good idea to actually get into why I find them so compelling! I think any good AU is in conversation with canon,and egghogs is a certified Yapper.

Let's start with our hero, Amy!

Our canon Amy can be characterized by her deep compassion and optimism. As well as how Sonic has inspired her hero crush and motivated her to go out and put that compassion to work herself!* Egghog Amy has that same compassion, but what if she had no choice in being the hero? She had no one to look up to and inspire her, just the crushing weight of necessity. An Amy put in canon Sonic's position, who relies on unceasing and perhaps inappropriate optimism, but is still worn down by the weight of the world. I like this take on her, an exploration of where "toxic positivity" can get you.

*I think the classic IDW Amy characterization is a good example of this. As well as Fleetway Amys origin story heehee

Despite the stress of it all, she still has the optimism to see the best in people and believe they can change for the better. Like, for example, her crush: Egghog Sonic.

Just like canon Sonic, Eggy is a headstrong hedgehog defined by his own moral compass and his need to have a pretty good time. But while canon Sonic is defined by his love of freedom, independence, and by his "coolness," Egghog Sonic has been raised in Eggman's trap of control. He's just as headstrong, but in the opposite direction. His adoptive family is just as important to him as canon Sonic's friends, but in opposition to the good of the world. Where canon Sonic is personally reckless to protect others, Eggy is careless with the safety of others in service to his and his family's needs. Canon Sonic is capricious and relaxed, even in the face of danger, while Eggy is restrained, emotionally stunted, and stressed at all times.

Personally, I think that Egghog Sonic's fighting style being based in ballet--associated with control, restraint, and exclusivity by wealth--opposed to canon Sonic's fighting evoking breakdancing--a sport associated with creativity, play, and its origins as an urban art--does a great job on its own of juxtaposing the two Sonics.

But as I mentioned, even with his morals and freedom in opposition to canon, Egghog Sonic still has that essential connection to the people he cares about: his close-knit (read: highly controlled) family.

Egghog Sonic's younger brother Silver has all of canon Silver's accidental dickishness and ruthlessness, but without the humbling experience of surviving in a ruined future to keep him in check. Born and raised with a silver (ha) spoon in his mouth, Eggy Silver would be killed instantly by canon Silver's upbringing. All his worst qualities have been encouraged (as opposed to canon silver facing consequences for and learning from his flaws) and Eggy Silver is a huge fucking bitch. You know when Silver mugged Tails in Rivals? Okay now imagine if he was raised to do that as a child soldier. Now imagine he gets anything he wants whenever he asks. Thats Egghog Silver. When Silver defects from the Eggpire, we see that appreciation for the world and its history grow back where it belongs. It gives a better appreciation to what motivates canon Silver's view of the world, and recreates it in a new way.

Also the irony of Mr. I Must Fight For The Future's fucked up AU version of himself being part of the cause of the ruined future.... its delicious.

Finally, the oldest brother (by like a couple months...). We all know canon Shadow's had a rough time of it RE: mind control, manipulation, having a whole game where he is asked to be everyones gofer... This is Egghog Shadow's life for a full 15 years. Gerald doesn't finish cooking Egghog, and Eggman is the one to dump him out of the tube and raise him to be the perfect chaos-weilding soldier. He makes liberal use of his ability to physically manipulate Shadow's artificial mind to keep him in line as an endlessly obedient servant. Of course, any Shadow meaningfully based in canon won't stay that way. Just as his canon counterpart breaks free from the demands of those around him to forge his own path, so does Eggy Shadow. Even in the fucking miseries, even without a Maria, Shadow is still will make the choice to walk his own path.

Well, not just his own path. Because while Shadow (esp post-06 Shadow) can be uncompromisingly independent at times, he is still often defined by his friendships. Specifically, his relationship to Rouge is given focus in this AU, being his one reprieve from the empire and ultimately his way out. Canon Shadow had Rouge and Omega by his side during some of his darkest moments and arguably that made all the difference to his arc. Their presence (yes, Omega is here too) during Eggy Shadow's suffering is all the more essential and highlights their roles in canon.

But of course, with greater miseries comes greater struggle to heal. Canon Shadow's neat freak nature gets reinterpreted as a trauma response--maladaptive perfectionism and OCD. (tbc, in the same way fan works often recognize that canon Shadow likely lives with PTSD as a result of his experiences, Egghog Shadow's OCD is presented as an appropriate consequence of the stressful environment he's been raised in.) I like this as an exploration of how Shadow handles stress and trauma, how it might change in different circumstances.

All that to say, Egghog AU is just done in such a compelling way that really grabs me and facilitates Rambling about The Parallels and such. And that I think makes for a GREAT AU. The exploration of Sonic's strong personal morals and headstrong...ness, the benefits and flaws of Amy's intense optimism and compassion, Silver's ruthlessness and meaner side, and Shadow's tendency to introspection and overcorrection... Again I say, a good AU is one that is in conversation with canon, and Egghogs is constantly talking about the fascinating conflicts created by these characters. And thats why you should vote #Egghogs4Eggver

[rinskazuu]

love me like you do ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

synopsis. ꨄ︎ hsr characters and their voice lines about you as their lover!

characters: ꨄ︎ gn!reader x gepard, sunday (written at the time of 2.5), dr ratio, acheron, black swan, aventurine, jing yuan (separately)

cw: ꨄ︎ established relationship, use of they/them pronouns, use of pet names (beloved, darling, love), implied that reader has the same/relative lifespan as jing yuan, FLUFF :D

notes: ꨄ︎ continuation (more like a spin off) of my genshin lover voice lines lol (it has god awful writing and punctuation. proceed with caution). warning: i accidentally (it really was an accident) turned them into d1 yappers, mb y'all.

GEPARD

about: [name]

“so, you’ve sought me out during my busy schedule to talk about [name]…? i will indulge you just this once, considering they are my lover. what is it that you want to know? ah, before you begin, i must remind you that although you and i are good friends, i won’t tolerate anyone trying to take them from me. otherwise, i will have to resort to methods i wouldn’t normally use.”

chat: family

“you’ve heard of my close relationship with my sisters? yes, i hold them in my heart dearly. the only downside of our relationships is that they tend to nag me about [name] a lot. lynx is always trying to steal them from me under the pretext of help for her next adventure, but i know she loves them almost as much as i do. serval, being the true older sister she is, always scolds me for not taking better care of [name]. i understand her perspective but my schedule is draining, even for me.”

chat: art

“ahem, i would prefer if you didn’t bring up my skills in art, or lack thereof. please, enough with the teasing. you remind me of [name] when they first saw my so-called wanted posters. as i recall, they keeled over, arms clutching their stomach from laughter. i’ve never suffered a bout of embarrassment as bad before. so you’ve seen them too…? please spare me the humiliation.”

chat: flowers

“lynx’s dangerous journeys in the cold can also result in wondrous things, such as the flowers she brings home for serval and i to grow. i admit growing these things are difficult to say the least but i do do my best to raise them until they’re ready to be sent off—to [name] more specifically. i just can’t figure out how to get them to not wither. trailblazer, do you have any experience growing plants?”

chat: duties

“i do rather enjoy my job as the captain of the silvermane guards. i cherish and honor the responsibility, however, the hours are brutal. my constant thoughts all revolve around [name]. thinking about them, but not being able to be in their presence, feeling their touch, or just as simple as seeing them is torture in itself. nonetheless, the citizens of belobog need me—more importantly, [name] needs the protections i offer, and for that, i will pay the price diligently.”

♡

SUNDAY

about: [name]

"most handsome man in penacony? yes, i've heard that before. i'm flattered, but everybody in this universe should know my heart is already taken. you're surprised i have a lover, why is that? as you've said, i am the most handsome on this planet."

chat: jealousy

"jealous? what nonsense has gotten into you? is it that gambler or perhaps his accomplice, the doctor? i should not be surprised they display such impertinence, seeing as that gambler always tests his luck. the doctor should recheck his qualifications and his ego at that. wanting things they could never get. such foolishness i cannot comprehend. are you interested in [name], too? i won't hesitate to oppose you, regardless of our friendship."

chat: power

"the power i hold comes with such responsibility, naturally. i shouldn't be deceitful; i enjoy being in a position of authority. but then again, who doesn't? the only downside is my constant worry for [name] and robin's safety. should a day come where either or both are in harm's way, i will not resist in acting on my power. i have high hopes that the people of penacony should not resort to violence against my beloved nor my dear sister."

chat: dreams

"it shouldn't come as a surprise that the dreamscape is nothing new to me, seeing as i hold the responsibility of the safety and entertainment of many in my hands. oh, did you not mean the dreamscape? hmm... my dreams often carry beautiful memories of my beloved. [name] appears equally as comforting as they do in the realm of reality. all entities and beings cease to exist when i am within their presence."

chat: problems

"is something troubling you? inner demons... yes, i'm rather familiar with them. such a world without personal problems is so close, yet so far out of reach. if it is advice you seek, i suggest maybe confiding in a close friend or better yet a lover. sometimes it feels as if my very being is precarious, within the bounds of falling apart, but all is well when [name] is with me. they soothe my demons, hushing them as if they were never there to begin with. i am subjected to this... forlornly feeling whenever they aren't near."

♡

DR RATIO

about: [name]

"you speak in high regard of my lover i see. as expected; [name] has that effect. one where they attract all kinds of people, that of which unfortunately includes those who are reduced to stupidity. why are you surprised my beloved is someone like me? are you implying i would ever associate myself with an idiot? here i thought you were aware of my character. no matter, i'll let it slide because you are not prone to foolishness. should you make another mistake, i'm afraid i'll have to distance myself..."

chat: intelligence

"what makes a genius versus an idiot, i often find myself pondering. it certainly isn't the knowledge you gain because then again, an idiot cannot comprehend idiocy but can acknowledge the subject of math. it is the unlimited creativity in oneself and their intellectual ability. a prime example of brilliance is none other than my lover, [name]. their originality and innovation is something to admire, truly."

chat: free time

"solving equations with my lover is something i cherish. their tenacious behavior certainly puts up a challenge for me and i would ask for no other way to spend my time. books and bathtubs suffice as well, i suppose."

chat: nuisance

"to think i was enjoying my time when you just had to bring up the gambler. that nefarious man knows no bounds. i was very well aware of the way he was eyeing [name]. as if that man can even make sense of their beautiful being and mind. i've had enough. if you could make your exit, i would be the utmost grateful."

chat: bonds

"i find it rather difficult to... connect with others because there is no shortage of stupid people in this world. if i were to pick, i'd spend the rest of my time with [name] but that's already a given. i suppose you'd make a decent second option. blushing? hmph. be serious, that act is not even in my vocabulary."

♡

ACHERON

about: [name]

"on my journey throughout the cosmos, my encounters with others were never necessarily nuisances. rather, they were precious. but just like all moments in life, they are only a distant past; too far out of reach, too far out of my mind. the same cannot be said about [name]. for every minute i spend with them, i will fight to remember what it is i truly cherish in this world."

chat: memories

"it is true that my memories fade, much like the rain; very visible in the moment, but as days pass it will unite on the ground, vanishing before it is forgotten. however, the importance of rain is akin to my feelings toward my lover. it may one day be a mere bygone, but the feeling will never wane."

weather: rain

"like all little things in life, [name] finds it all fascinating. i cannot share their enthusiasm, but i do share a bit of their contentment when it comes to the weather. as the skies darken, it can form a shroud of fear toward one, yet comfort for another. the little droplets creating rivulets of water on the ground. so insignificant, yet so beautiful, the latter a lot like my lover."

chat: company

"no matter the reason, all travelers in this world are alike, their own purposes driving them to each and every corner of this cosmos. i am glad i do not have to suffer my fate alone, for it is not entirely filled with hardships. [name] is not just my lover, but my companion and it fills me with joy beyond my understanding that they will withstand any storm by my side."

weather: lightning

"a bold and bright strike in the sky, severing it ever so slightly. it is beautiful and brief, yet so powerful. i like to think the fondness i show [name] is much like lightning. i believe actions hold a larger importance than conversation, but for my lover, my words are endless."

♡

BLACK SWAN

about: [name]

"is it without a doubt my most radiant memories are with none other than my love. so, you've met [name]. by your expression, i take it that they are just as dazzling as i'm proposing. would you humbly allow me to capture your memories with them? i can assure you it's all in good's name; after all, i must oblige by my lover's safety. i wish you could see your appearance. i apologize for the scare, it's all meant to be humorous."

chat: memories

"as a memokeeper, it shouldn't be a surprise that i enter many minds. some minds are putrid; the memories i see are only vile acts of selfishness or egocentrism. others are broken, hard to explore and understand. there are minds which contain honorable deeds and acts of heroism, such as yourself. [name], however, their mind is brilliant. i could exhaust you for the rest of time just by simply sharing what i've learned from my lover, but the term brilliant should suffice. hmm? well, of course. i only entered their mind with their authorization."

chat: time well spent

"memories are integrated in my very being. even this body is merely a vessel only to serve my purpose. one day, the inevitable will come and we will all cease to exist. perhaps on the path there i will outlive my lover. in other rare cases, they may live on without me. memories are eternal and we shall all live on in the reminder of what once was."

chat: fate

"do you believe in fate, trailblazer? it is one of, if not the only, inescapable pieces of this world. what is to come is predestined. it is within my comprehension that [name] and i were bound to happen. the lights of destiny shine at me once again."

chat: time

"like the past and present, the future will hold many resplendent tales. i look forward to the stories [name] and i will share. whether it inspires a romantic and grand story or a simple poem, i will continue to dance with them until the stars begin to grow dimmer and dimmer."

♡

AVENTURINE

about: [name]

"my interactions are always based on transactions, but there's more to [name] than what meets the eye. i admit, our relationship started as a one time self-indulgent on my part, but as usual, i only invest in deals that pay off. don't bother trying to steal my darling. i mean, if you wish to do so, you can try, but remember i'm the lucky one here."

chat: luck

"i've never doubted my luck. it's as simple as it sounds—everything requires strategies and planning, even if it boils down to fate and luck, and who am i if i'm not lucky? my most treasured possession is none other than my beloved, of course. no game or bet could satiate my desires as they do."

chat: chips and gambles

"each chip has a different value, as does a person. the highest chip of profit are those who are beneficial. again, everything requires planning, but sometimes i like to revel in making a simple wager. you are easily a valuable chip, hence our cordial relationship. naturally, there are worthless ones and then there are priceless, one-in-a-million ones. my darling effortlessly tops the list."

chat: schemes

"you call it a scheme, i like to call it a master plan. with my bets, chips, my pawns in one place, and fate smiling upon me, it's hard not to win. it's as i say; the best plan is the smartest plan. how else do you think i have my lovely [name] by my side?"

chat: wins and losses

"my greatest loss was one you've heard before. i have no interest in repeating it, but i'm sure you remember what happened to my home planet. as for my wins? i've got plenty. you seem indifferent to hearing them, so i'll give you an easy answer: [name]. my greatest treasure and win is my lover. why are you surprised? high rewards always follow high risks, and they are no exception."

♡

JING YUAN

about: [name]

"the xianzhou species and natives, as you know, have longer life spans. the things we see from our day to day life often begins to blur. rather, more accurately, it begins to mesh with the background. it becomes, dare i say, mundane and dull. however, it amazes me how i still love life with [name] as my lifelong companion. my lover, who's been with me for centuries, makes my days and nights much more livelier."

chat: bonds

"yanqing is my disciple and subordinate. at his young age, he shows many promising features and skills. it is a shame that although he may be an excellent swordsman and lieutenant, his behavior often reminds me that he still a child. what warms my heart is his attachment and endearment to [name]. with my duties, i am often in the seat of divine foresight, so i cannot entertain either of them when i mostly yearn for it. i am filled with glee knowing [name] is there to care for him, and likewise."

chat: a day of work

"it is without a doubt that my work is utterly boring. it is not to say i don't love my home planet, but the work i do on a normal day to day basis is... tedious. early mornings transition into the peak of the day where it then drags into the long, wee hours of the night. thankfully, i have my beloved, [name], to amuse me. sometimes, they'll sneak off in the middle of work just to come see me, which delights me to no end. i'm fortunate to be able to see their lovely face first thing in the morning."

chat: worry

"i, as one of the arbiter-generals, have a lot to worry about regarding the luofu and the planet as a whole. there is chaos to be dispelled, questions to be answered, and a seemingly endless amount of help to be distributed. hmm? you were asking about my personal worries. well, there was a time where i was just a cloud knight, coming home when the sun was long gone with bruises etched into my skin and blood littering my armor. my greatest worry is having to see the fearful look on [name]'s face again, frightened for my safety."

chat: associations

"long gone with the wind were my old comrades and friends. like the sun sets, it's natural for more winds to blow my way. come new adventures, i will pursue new companions. one i will clutch onto for the rest of my days is [name], the most precious of them all. it goes without saying that they are whom i treasure the most, who i seek in my darkest moments, who i confide in my happiest moments with, and who i share my every being with."

end notes: ꨄ︎ i was going to include luocha, but my brain juice ran out. i typically listen to their EN voice lines on youtube (even if i have them) before figuring out what to type to get a better grasp on their canon personality, but uhm luocha was too vague as is. plus, we don't really know much about him (still love him)

[pruneunfair]

Tropes in manhwa are awful yet people still defend them

I'm in a bad mood right now so what better way to release all that pent up anger by ranting on what can ruin a good story.

1: Slavery being inserted only for cheap plot and slaves being demonized as obsessive/greedy monsters for "not knowing their place"

Theres nothing wrong with wanting to insert slavery in your story AS LONG as it's not just cheap plot to make your MC look "better" by buying from a single to all of the slaves because let me tell you this: there is no such thing as a good slave owner, you cannot morally own another human being. A lot of manhwa like to have slavery be a part of their plot completely ignoring that just because the MC goes "wow this is terrible" doesn't make them a good person after they buy a slave.

Remarried empress does this with its villian Rashta by pushing the notion that she's being greedy for not wanting to stay in poverty so Navier won't suffer because apparently a slave wanting what the silver spoon mouthed nobles were born into is so terrible not to mention they justify slave owners and slavery in general as a punishment for criminals (neglecting the fact that children can be sold by their parents)

The villainess has fun again justifies a child slave being bought by the lead and he becomes an obsessive shouta love interest, fans continously justify by using the ancient lolicon excuse "he may look young but he's actually 99182823 years old!"

In divorcing my tyrant husband, Robelia buys 30 slaves and the only 2 that consistently show up have no other personality other then "we love you FL we will worship you till the end of time!"

There's a damn manhwa out there literally called the order of slave breeding and even when a story tries to do this correctly such as VADTD with Penelope being portrayed as a bad person for what she did to Eckles, fans have been so deluded by the idea that FL's buying slaves is "girlboss" that they think Eckles should be grateful to be Penelopes "pet"

2: ML's murdering innocent people after one guy hurts the FL

I already made a specific post about it before and I'll say it again: all this does is make your male lead/father figure look like a horrific monster. While you could say it's because its a medieval kingdom (objectively that is true that they would do this) manhwa and OI is the same place where despite in those times taking a mistress was considered normal they still view it as cheating and "how could you pick that slut when you have such a perfect wife!? 🤬" in most stories. So yes, modern morality is still inserted within these tropes. While I can get it's a way to show that the man in questions loves the FL so much he's willing to go to such lengths to protect her I think just mutilating the guy that actually did the sin would be enough because try imagining yourself as a faithful servant who was amazing at your job getting brutally slaughtered by the Emperor because your boss attacked his daughter or lover.

Into the light once again does this with Aishas dad murdering all the relatives and close friends of a count that tried to kill Ysis and Aisha, Aisha doesn't seem to care despite being in a situation where she was wrongfully executed in her past life.

Remarried empress does this too. After Navier is nearly killed by Krista's brother, Heinrey tortures and kills the dad and slaughters the servants of the zemensias. I can't remember if he also murdered the remaining family members but I wouldn't put it past him.

3: protagonist centered morality

Protagonist centered morality is the biggest indicator that a piece of media is dealing with a mary sue FL. Whatever the protagonist says is right is immediately morally correct. This is actually used to justify the last 2 examples with "it was for the FL!" Things like slavery, murder, workplace abuse, union busting, pedophilia, and being a POS to your loved ones are all justified if the protagonist finds a cheap way to justify it and you HAVE to agree with her because her backstory is very tragic ���. Protagonist centered morality also ruins the chance for good characters since the FL herself never has to grow as a person so she stays the same exact thing as she was just with more enablers and random characters will be treated as villains even if they aren't actually wrong about being suspicious of the Protagonist or calling out her behavior. It twists the narrative in such incomprehensible ways that you don't even know what your reading anymore. I can't even list all of the manhwas that do this given how many there actually are so I'll just list some that are at least self aware there Protagonist is awful/morally grey or isn't even a bad person but they still have flaws that can be pointed out

Villains are destined to die

My in laws are obsessed with me

Not sew wicked step mom

Depths of malice

The villainess turns the hourglass

Beware of the villainess.

4: villains being dumbed down to make the lead look smarter

This is unfortunately another common staple often used as a quick way to make the FL look smart and witty but is that really hard to look smarter when everyone else around you is an idiot? Not only does the FL not have to put in actual effort to best her enemies but you just start to pity the villain for basically being a punching bag. Dimwitted villains aren't always bad in fact they can be some of those most entertaining characters no matter much they lose but that only works when they are meant to be seen as a goofy character that your not supposed to take seriously. Villains that are written as extremely childish and stupid but your still supposed to treat them as serious antagonists on the other hand are just annoying since you wonder how the protagonist even got killed by them in the first life if they're so stupid.

Isabella de Mare while admitly having a good reason for being dumbed down (she's a teenager in the 2nd life so it's reasonable she wouldnt be as smart as her adult counterpart) is still a joke of a villainess who keeps flipping back and fourth from a snot nosed whiny brat to a mastermind only at convenient opportunities when the plot needs conflict.

Mielle from the villainess turns the hourglass was first portrayed as extremely conniving as she arranged for Arias downfall in the shadows but in the second life she fails at every scheme she has even though she has Emma and Isis to help her out.

Ragibach is a literal demon possessing the body of another woman with the goal of setting demons loose on the word to start another human vs demon war and she succeeded in that the first time, the devastation was all there so clearly she has to be a formidable antagonist right? Well no, she's another case of being dumbed down further and further so Keira can succeed and while they do understand some plot holes such as Ludwig not trusting her as much in the second life it doesn't change the drastic character change from evil genius to bumbling idiot.

In short: dumbing down your villains so your lead can look smarter is essentially going to give the equivalent of a hydrogen bomb vs a coughing baby.

5: feminine women being demonized as basic "other girls" sluts

Okay this one isn't nearly as terrible as the others on this list because we all love the good old "a demon makes itself look beautiful to deceive humans" kind of villain, in fact as you probably know by me by now, white lotuses are my favorite kinds of character and even in media outside of manhwa I always find myself drawn to angelic villains but it seems like this is less of that and more of "Oh those are all the other girls who just want a man to save them, look at how much better my badass rich boss babe is for working for herself while taking all of their men at the time 😎" in manhwa. As soon as a traditionally feminine girl shows up, comments are already calling her a two faced bitch and half the time protagonist is already skeptical of her. This is the opposite of what being a feminist really is, a real feminist wouldn't be putting down other women just because they dress with more pink with bows and skirts and while I do think for most manhwa this is unintentional I do wish that we could have more characters like Psyche, Helena, Athy, and Jennette that prove that being overly feminine doesn't make you a backpedal on feminism. This doesn't make the badass or sexy fl's bad either, it just means they can co-exist.

An angelic villain should be treated as evil for being a well calculated schemer, not because they have a light colored color scheme

6: toxic relationships being romanticized as good

You know for a large community that claims to be about girl code a good chunk sure likes to look the other way when it comes to toxic relationships as long as the abuser is "hot" and theres always the terrible excuse such as "he has trauma!" Or "he doesn't know how to show his love normally!" No just no we aren't doing that here. Cry or better yet beg has this problem with not only the narrative claiming that Matthias graping Layla is okay because she actually loves him and doesn't know it but a large part of the fanbase also defends it, the same goes with try begging, a manhwa written by Solche who also wrote cry or better yet beg and once again despite Leon being an abuser everyone's ready to justify his actions because he's just a soft little boy who ends up falling in love with Grace awww 😍 (what the hell?) Everyones all about not justifying abusers because they had a sad past until it's the "sexy" male leads with daddy issues.

7: maid slapping

This shit isn't asserting your dominance as a boss bitch it's just work place abuse. This trope has gotten so out of hand of being justified by narratives and readers that there is an entire webtoon called this isekai maid is forming a union that's all about criticizing twisted manhwa tropes that get brushed off with maid absuer being at the biggest one. It's funny because a lot of people complain that Isekai maid union villainizes the nobles too much but they never ask the same questions when a OI is demonizing maids as greedy and lazy in order to deserve a beating. This doesn't just stop at hands either it can escalate to threats of mutilation just to assert dominice which is absolutely sick. Most of the time these leads used to be office workers or terminally ill patients, they know how terrible it is to be treated like garbage by their superiors yet they continue to absue every maid who isn't getting on their knees for them. Most maids in real history would not mistreat a noble even if they were the most hated in the house and even if they did they'd be fired without a letter of recommendation so why can't the FL's just fire the rude maid if they care about dignity so much because I'm pretty sure getting violent with a maid isn't very dignified either.

8: disgusting age gaps

Very similar to #6 but in this case while the ML/FL isn't a cruel monster to their partner it doesn't change the fact that grooming and pedophilia is still a crime worthy of life in prison. You'd think "oh no way, this can't be justified can it?" You'd be wrong. Now I belong to house of Castillo thankfully has a larger fanbase of people who think that a relationship between a girl who got groomed by her knight is bad but in cases like into the light once again a lot of people like to say "Well Aisha is technically 28 so it's fine!" When it really isn't since Aisha is still mentally 14. Taming my ex husbands mad dog is another one that does this with Reinhardt grooming a 16 year old boy and its apparently meant to be "cute".

9: claiming a character as unattractive yet giving them a perfect body and appreance

I just think this is a major cop-out since there's time where they want to make a realistic story yet also wanting a fantasy fufilment. I don't think its a coincidence that the only woman in tears of a withered flower that yout supposed to support is a Victoria's secret model body type. Even though she's meant to be an overworked exhausted 33 year old woman being mocked for losing her beauty she sure as hell isn't drawn that way, the only other women around hae soo are all women with smaller boob's and in general more common body types that are either classed as stupid or jealous that Hae soo is so beautiful that all the attractive men want her

how about we don't pit all the women against each other for once? And let's especially not villainize other women because their jealous they could never be have large boob's and tiny arms+waist at the same time?

10: the commoner protagonist actually being a noble rich person all along

Look I know most of us had loved those "the hated child is the lost princess" GLMM but we need to drop it because it's kinda disappointing that the nobody who had to work their way to the top is actually a secret magical princess who had royal blood in them all along. While I did think the villainess turns the hourglass was a pretty decent read I was super disappointed finding out that Aria was of noble descent all along. I liked seeing a commoner protagonist for once and it really felt like it was critiquing the idea that all commoners and poor people who want nice things like the nobility are greedy animals. Something similar can also happen with certain saintess manhwas that decide to twist itself into "the villainess was the true saintess all along!" And I'm just sitting here thinking "well there goes the hope that you didn't need the super duper rare power to be a strong character"

I feel way better now after writing all this.

[runningincircl3s]

Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 1 (title coming soon btw! i'm still thinking!)

okay i've finally decided i will be posting this, so it's time to release this from my drafts... remember when i asked about a bestfriend!noah x reader series... well here's the first part!! i don't know exactly when i'll be writing and posting for this story, so there'll be new parts when i feel like it i guess haha

also i added this series onto my taglist if you want to be tagged in future posts :)

warnings: NSFW!! loss of virginity, READER IS 18+, experienced noah x unexperienced reader, p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't do that!), is that it??

You and Noah. Noah and You. Inseparable since you met, where there was one the other wouldn’t be far. You did everything together, there was no one in the world you cared about and trusted more than your best friend Noah. You loved him in a way that was more than just friendship, even more than just romantic, you had the kind of bond with him that people could only dream about. You were his soulmate, and he was yours, but to keep it simple, you just called yourselves best friends.

You had your own friend groups though, you had your group- Sophia, Beth, Miley and Emily. Noah had his- Nick (Ruffilo), Nick (Folio), Matt and Jolly. Your friends had very little to do with Noah and the guys, but the guys all saw you as their little sister, always looking out for you, always protective over you- besides Folio who saw you as his twin, and sharing a birthday may have had something to do with that. 

Noah was experienced in every way you weren’t, he had to be. Coming from a complicated background, he knew he had only himself from a young age, until you came along. Your family loved him, he was invited to every family event, every wedding, birthday, every party. Your family would always joke, asking if they would be expecting your boyfriend to come with you, and you would always hit them with the “he’s just my friend!” because he was… right? He got his first job young, saving money for road trips with you once he learned to drive and buying you gifts whenever he would see something that reminded him of you. He moved in with his friends, Ruffilo and Matt, as soon as he could, and you were always welcome at his place whenever you wanted, whether you needed to get away from home for a while or whether you just wanted to see him, you were always welcome to hang out.  

However, there were also other ways he was more experienced than you, more than just life in general. He had a reputation for being a little bit of a man whore, for lack of a better word. Despite never having had a long-term girlfriend, you’d always heard whispers and rumours about him. The girls at school would talk about him, about his hookups, about how good he was in bed. You never asked, and he never brought it up, but you’d caught the knowing smirks, the way girls would giggle when he walked by. Yet those girls would never know you were his first kiss, when the two of you were younger and watched a movie, cringing at how a husband and wife kissed. You had asked if he had ever kissed someone before, and to your surprise he said no. You hadn’t either, so you were both curious, and ended up kissing each other, before groaning at how disgusting it was. You had no idea how your best friend Noah Sebastian, who once said he’d never kiss again, had built this kind of reputation. 

However, it never bothered you that you were lacking that kind of experience, not until your friends began talking about sex. Sophia was the first to lose her virginity to her long term boyfriend, Miley next with her vacation fling, then Emily with a drunken hookup at a party. This left you and Beth, or at least until Beth sent a random message to your group chat one night, starting with “you’ll never guess what just happened", but she never said who she lost it to.

This left you feeling a little left out. You wanted to do it, and not just because they had. You wanted to know how it felt, if it was really as good as people say. The only issue was that you’ve never had a boyfriend, or any partner, not really. You’d get involved with guys, and you’d really like them until they said how they didn’t like how close you were with Noah. 

But you didn’t blame them. 

Because right now, you and Noah were sprawled out on his couch, your legs resting in his lap. He had noticed there’s been something on your mind all day, all week even, because he can always tell. You were quieter, not laughing when he made a funny comment. And right now, you were chewing on your lip, staring at the TV screen but not quite watching the movie. 

Noah shifted beneath you, letting out a dramatic sigh before tapping his fingers against your shin. 

“Alright, spit it out,” he said, not even looking at you. “You’ve been chewing on your lip so hard I’m surprised it's still there.”

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. 

“Huh?”

“Whatever’s been on your mind all night. You suck at hiding things from me, you know that.” He finally turned to look at you, brows raised. “So, what’s up? You flunk a test? Accidentally shoplifted again? New crush?… Had your first wet dream or something?”

Your face immediately burned, and you kicked at his thigh. 

“No, you freak!”

Noah just grinned, clearly pleased with himself for getting a reaction out of you. 

“Then what? You’re acting all… I don’t know… Weird?”

You hesitated. Your eyes flickered back to the TV, even though you weren’t watching it. The words were sitting right there on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t push them out.

Noah nudged you again. 

“C’mon, just tell me... It’s me.” He said, his voice softer.

That was the thing. It was him. Your best friend. The one person who never judged you for anything, ever. The one person you trusted with your life. If you couldn’t tell him, then who could you tell?

You swallowed, suddenly feeling a little ridiculous. 

“Everyone has done it except me.” You muttered, your voice small as you picked at a loose thread on your sweater.

Noah blinked. 

“Huh?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. 

“God, don’t make me say it, Noah.”

A beat of silence. Then, his voice dropped lower, amused but curious. 

“…Ohh...”

You peeked at him between your fingers, and you watched a slow smirk spread across his face. 

“You’re talking about sex.” He nodded.

You groaned again, your face burning up.

“Shut up.”

Noah laughed, leaning his head back against the couch. 

“Y'know I was only joking about the wet dream thing, but wow, okay. So, let me guess… Your friends won’t shut up about it, and now you’re all stressed because you’re still a virgin?”

You sighed, letting your hands fall into your lap. 

“Kind of. I don’t know. I mean, yeah, they talk about it a lot now... And it’s not like I wanna do it just because they have.” You hesitated, then shrugged. “But I have been thinking about it for a while, and I do wanna do it, I want to know what it's like...”

Noah hummed, tilting his head. He wasn’t teasing anymore. He was watching you carefully, taking in the way you were fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. Then, after a pause…

“You got someone in mind?”

You froze, feeling your stomach flip.

This was the part where you were supposed to laugh it off. This was the part where you should’ve said something like “yeah, Oli Sykes”, or simply “no, not really.”

But you didn’t.

Because you did have someone in mind, and he was sitting right next to you.

You hesitated for a second too long, and Noah caught it. His smirk deepened, eyes narrowing slightly. 

“Ohh, so there is someone?”

You huffed, shifting against the couch. 

“Maybe.”

Noah grinned, slinging an arm over the back of the couch. 

“Lemme guess…” He pretended to think, then snapped his fingers. “Folio?”

Your head snapped toward him. 

“What?!”

“I mean, it makes sense,” he said with a shrug, like it was obvious. “You guys always have this kinda tension-”

“We do not!” You gawked at him. 

Noah just laughed, shoving your legs off of him. 

“Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

You scowled. 

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” he shot back, grinning. Then, as if it was an afterthought, he added, “Folio knows what he's doing though, he already popped someone’s cherry.” 

“What?! Who?!”

Noah gave you a look. 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

He blinked. Then, like he’d just realised,

“Oh... Fuck.”

Your stomach twisted. 

“Noah.”

He winced, running a hand through his hair. 

“Shit. Well. Uh…”

“Noah. Who?”

He groaned. 

“Look, I wasn’t supposed to say anything, so just… don’t be weird about it, okay?” He sighed, then muttered, “Beth.”

Your jaw nearly hit the floor. 

“Beth?!”

“Shhh!” Noah reached over and clamped a hand over your mouth as if she would hear you, glaring at you. “Jesus, this stays between us, unless you want her to murder me?”

You shoved his hand away, still reeling. 

“Beth… and Folio?”

Noah rolled his eyes. 

“Yes. Apparently. I found out a few days ago, and he made me swear not to tell anyone because they need to talk about it first or something...” He gave you a pointed look. “So if you tell your little girl gang, I’m dead. You hear me? Dead!"

You barely heard him. You were still processing the fact that Beth, the same Beth who used to pretend to gag at the mention of Folio’s name, had slept with him? No wonder she’d been weird about it all.

Noah watched your face closely, then smirked. 

“So, I guess that means Folio’s off the table for you anyway, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. 

“He was never on the table, Noah.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, unconvinced. “So, who is it then?”

Your breath hitched.

This was it. 

The moment of truth.

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. 

His teasing expression softened slightly, like he could tell you were about to say something important.

You swallowed hard.

“I was wondering, what if it was… You?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

Noah blinked.

Then, after a beat,

“Huh?”

Your face burned. You looked away, gripping the hem of your sweater. 

“I mean, there's nobody I trust more, nobody I'd feel safer with…I want you to be my first.”

Silence.

Your heart nearly pounded out of your chest.

Then all he said to that was,

“…Oh.”

You’d fucked it. Your entire life. You had ruined the one friendship you never wanted to throw away. He was going to hate you forever. This was it. 

However, Noah just blinked, still processing your words. Then, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Me?” he repeated, his voice dripping with amusement.

Your face burned hotter. 

“Forget it,” you muttered, moving to sit up. “It was stupid.”

But before you could escape, his hand shot out, catching your wrist. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” His grip was firm but gentle, like he didn’t want you running away just yet. “You want me to take your virginity? You want me to… have sex with you?”

You swallowed hard, refusing to meet his eyes. 

“…Maybe.”

Noah let out a low chuckle. 

“Damn. Never thought I’d hear that one.” He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “What, you finally realised I am the hottest guy you know?”

You groaned, even though you were glad he wasn’t being weird about it like you feared he would be. 

“Noah-“

“Or…” He cut you off, eyes glinting with mischief. “Have you just been thinking about how good I’d be at it? You heard the stories, huh?”

Your breath caught in your throat.

That smug look deepened. 

“Ohhh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

“Shut up.” You shoved his shoulder. 

He laughed, easily taking the hit. 

“Hey, I get it. You don’t wanna waste it on some idiot who doesn’t know what he’s doing, someone who won’t treat you right.” He leaned back, stretching his arms over the couch. “Smart girl, you gotta raise your standards somehow.”

You frowned. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, if I do this, you’re never gonna be able to settle for some mediocre guy after me.” Noah grinned. 

“You tell all your hookups that?”

Noah snorted, before looking at you a little more seriously. 

“If this is really what you want, I’ll do it. I just don’t want you to… I dunno…”

“Feel weird about it?”

“Yeah,” he swallowed, “It doesn’t have to change anything between us, okay? If you don’t want it to.”

“I don’t.” You shook your head, “I trust you, Noah, I know you’ll take care of me, I know I’ll feel safe, and if I want to stop I know you will.” 

Noah felt his heart flutter at your words, his hand resting on your thigh. 

“You don’t know what that means to me, sweetheart.” 

That damn pet name, the one he would randomly throw out, the one that would make your heart skip a beat. 

“So… When do you want to do it?” He asked, a playful glint in his eye before he continued, “Cause y’know, I’m quite a busy guy-”

“Oh, yes, because I’m just going to book an appointment to have sex with my best friend.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You were so glad he wasn’t making this feel too serious or too daunting, “I’m not doing anything now? Or later tonight?”

“I was gonna go to Jesse’s party,” Noah said, “But this sounds much better.”

You felt yourself blush. 

“You gonna tell Jesse you’re busy?”

“Nah, he’ll forget about me by the time he’s had a couple beers.” He smirked, standing up and reaching a hand out to you, “We don’t have to do it right now, but-”

“I want to.” You swallowed, worried you sound too eager, “If you do too?" 

He smiled. 

“Of course, c’mon.” 

Your fingers slid into his, warm and solid, and he tugged you up effortlessly. Your heart was pounding as he led you toward his bedroom, every step making the reality of the situation sink in.

You were really doing this.

With Noah.

Your best friend.

You weren’t sure what you expected to feel when you walked into his room, but it was so normal. The bed was unmade, his hoodie was draped over the chair, and there was an empty water bottle on the nightstand. It was the same place you’d hung out a million times before, except this time, you weren’t just here for a movie night, or to listen to his demos for his new band, Bad Omens.

Noah turned to face you, his expression soft. 

"You okay?"

You nodded, but he didn’t seem convinced.

"You can back out," he said gently. "Doesn’t have to happen tonight."

You swallowed hard. 

"I know."

Noah studied you for a moment longer before stepping closer, reaching up to brush his fingers over your cheek. His touch was soft, much softer than you expected. 

"You still want this?"

"Yeah… I do."

His smirk returned, but there was something different about it now. Something almost possessive as he looked in your eyes. 

"Good," he murmured. "Because I want it too."

He shut the door, making sure to lock it just in case, and his eyes softened as he looked at you standing in the middle of his room, looking a little anxious. 

"Nervous?" He asked

You swallowed, shifting from foot to foot. 

"A little."

"That’s normal, you don’t know what to expect." He smiled, before gesturing to the bed. "Come here."

You obeyed, sitting on the edge, hands placed in your lap. Noah crouched in front of you, hands braced on your thighs, not to push, not to rush, just grounding you.

"You will tell me if you wanna stop at all, yeah? If anything doesn't feel good?"

You nodded, but he raised an eyebrow. 

"Say it."

"I’ll tell you if I wanna stop."

Noah gave a satisfied nod. 

"Good girl."

A shiver ran through you, but before you could dwell on it, he squeezed your knees. 

"Alright, sweetheart, let’s get you comfy."

He stood, peeling his hoodie off over his head, leaving him in just a t-shirt and sweats. It wasn’t a show, just something casual, but your mouth still went dry.

"Your turn.” He prompted, nodding toward you.

Your fingers fumbled at the hem of your sweater. It felt different like this, being undressed for someone. You hesitated, and Noah caught on immediately.

"Here," he murmured, nudging your hands away. "Let me."

His fingers were steady as he pushed your sweater up, slow and careful. 

"Arms up, baby."

Your heart skipped a beat at the name, but you obeyed, letting him tug it off and toss it aside. The cool air prickled against your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his gaze as he looked you over, watching as you slowly took off your bra, tossing it down with your sweater and his hoodie.

"Damn.” He muttered under his breath.

Your stomach twisted. 

"What?"

His lips quirked up slihgtly. 

"Nothing. Just… you’re pretty."

Your face burned, and you looked away, but Noah wasn’t having it. His fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your chin up. 

"Don’t get shy on me now, we both know this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you naked."

You swallowed hard, but you nodded. He was right. You and Noah had no shame, you could and would get changed in front of each other and it was never weird, sometimes you’d even go into the bathroom and sit with each other when you were in the bath or shower, just to talk about day. You knew he’d never look at you in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable, and he knew the same about you. The bond you had was truly unbreakable, so you were hoping you weren’t making a mistake here tonight.

"Okay. Lay back for me, sweetheart." Noah said softly. 

You did as he asked, heart hammering against your ribs as you stretched out on, laying back his bed. The sheets smelled like him, clean, familiar and safe. There was nowhere else you could ever imagine this happening.

Noah climbed in next to you, leaning on one arm while his other hand trailed lightly over your stomach. 

"We’ll go slow, alright? Let’s start easy."

And then, his fingers traced lower.

“No one else has ever touched you like this before?” He asked, although he was certain he knew the answer.

“No.” You shook your head. 

“What about… You?” His voice was lower this time, and his fingers moved slowly down, like he had all the time in the world, before they brushed the waistband of your shorts. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

“I’ve tried.” You swallowed, “But I’ve never…” 

“Never came?”

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

“Oh, angel,” he pouted, “Should’ve told me sooner.” 

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, giving you a look to ask for permission, and once you nodded he slowly slid them down your legs, leaving you in just your panties.

“You still sure about this?”

“Yes, you idiot.” You smirked, fighting back the nerves swirling in your tummy. 

“Okay, good.” He smiled, searching your face for a moment before slowly leaning down, capturing your lips with his. 

You expected it to feel weird, kissing him, but it didn’t. Nothing had ever felt so right. 

His kisses began at your lips as he pawed at your chest, his thumb rolling over your nipple, but then they trailed down, past your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, between your breasts, your stomach…

Until he reached where you were now aching for release, for him. 

He kissed over your hip, your upper thighs, but then he stopped, his fingers tracing the edge of your panties as he kneeled between your thighs.

“You’ve seriously never came before?”

“No.” You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing as his thumb brushed down against the damp fabric. 

“Mmm, we’ll change that, sweetheart. I promise.” 

Your breath hitched as his thumb pressed down a little harder, rubbing up and down over your clothed clit. His head rested on your thigh, looking up at you with a lazy smile, as if he could spend the rest of his life like this. 

“Already so wet for me…”

“Noah…” You whined, your hands covering your face after a small whimper escaped your lips. 

“Hey, don’t get shy now,” he reached for your arms, moving your hands away from your face, “You wanted this, right… Unless you want me to stop-”

“No.” You said, leaving no room for hesitation. 

He smirked, his thumb still rubbing over your clit, in slow, lazy circles. A soft gasp left your lips, your thighs tensing.

"There we go," he murmured, watching you closely. "Feels good, doesn’t it?"

You nodded quickly, biting your lip.

Noah hummed in approval. 

"Why don't we make it even better."

With that, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and tugged them down, leaving you completely bare beneath him. He had seen you before, but never up this close. His gaze flickered over you, dark and unreadable, before he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hip.

"Relax for me," he murmured against your skin. "Just let me take care of you, okay?"

His fingers found you again, and this time, there was nothing in the way. For a moment he just looked at you, parting your folds with his fingers, feeling his heart race as he let his thumb ghost over your clit, watching you shiver. He'd be lying if he said he had never thought about this before.

"You’re so soft, baby," he murmured, his voice thick. "And so wet. I barely have to do anything, and you’re already falling apart for me."

Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as he moved, one finger sliding through your slick folds, testing and teasing. Your hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more, and he chuckled softly.

"Easy, sweetheart." His thumb found your clit again, rubbing in slow, lazy circles. "See? That feels good, huh?"

"Y-yeah…"

"You ever touch yourself like this?"

You shook your head, unable to form words. Every time you had touched yourself, it had never felt this good. Nothing has ever felt this good.

His smirk deepened. 

"No wonder you never finished. You weren’t doing it right."

You wanted to argue, but the way his fingers were moving, so sure and precise, like he knew exactly what to do, made it impossible to do anything except moan softly.

"Listen to you," he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction. "So needy. Never heard you make those pretty sounds before."

Your face burned. 

"Noah-"

"Shh, just let me hear you, sweetheart."

And then, before you could process it, he slowly slipped a long finger inside you.

Your breath caught, thighs attempting to squeeze shut around his hand. 

"Oh-"

"There you go,"* he soothed, pressing a kiss to your lower stomach. "Nice and slow, just like that… Feel good?"

You nodded, biting down on your lip. 

He moved carefully, giving you time to adjust, his thumb still working soft, teasing circles over your clit. The mix of sensations already had your toes curling, your back arching off the bed.

"Ohh good girl," he praised, his voice dropping into something lower, something almost possessive, you never thought you’d ever have the chance to see this side of your best friend. "You’re taking me so well."

A whimper slipped from your lips, and Noah groaned softly. 

"Fuck, baby, you’re already squeezing me so tight…"

He added another finger, stretching you just a little more, and your whole body tensed.

"You okay?"

You nodded quickly. 

"Y-yeah, just-"

"Different?" He finished for you.

"Yeah."

"Mmm. You’re doing so good for me." He pressed another soft kiss to your stomach, his fingers never stopping. "Just let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you."

And then, if it couldn’t get any better, he curled his fingers just right, hitting a spot that had you gasping, gripping his other wrist like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Oh my…” Your head was spinning, you felt like you were just going to float away if you let go of his hand. 

"That’s it,"* he murmured, his voice rougher now. "Fuck, you feel soo good…"

It was too much, too good, your stomach tightening, your breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.

"Noah, I-"

"I know, baby. Give in to it, let yourself go… Cum for me…"

His thumb pressed down just a little harder, his fingers curling at the same time, and that it was it.

You let out a loud, almost pornographic moan as the pleasure crashed over you, your whole body trembling.

Noah kept moving, slower now as he worked you through your first ever orgasm, his voice soft and soothing. 

"Yeah… That’s my girl. So fucking pretty when you cum for me."

You barely registered when he pulled his fingers away, your body still trembling in the aftershocks.

When you finally opened your eyes, he was staring down at you, his pupils blown, his lips parted slightly.

"See?" he murmured, bringing his slick fingers to his lips and sucking them clean, moaning as his gaze locked onto yours. "Told you it'd feel good."

You couldn’t believe what had just happend, or how amazing that had just felt. 

But you knew one thing for sure. You’d be chasing that feeling for the rest of your life. 

“That was…” You attempted to speak, but you were still catching your breath. 

“Good, huh? Still wanna go further?” He asked, and as he stood up from the bed your saw how tight his jeans had gotten. 

You swallowed hard, nodding your head. 

“Yes, Noah… Please…”

He let out a low breath, shaking his head with a smirk. 

"Look at you," he murmured. "So needy now, huh?"

You felt your face heat up, but you didn’t look away. You were past the point of shyness now. You wanted this. You wanted him.

Noah reached down, fingers working to undo his belt, the clinking sound sending a fresh wave of anticipation through you. 

"Still sure about this, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice softer now. "You know we don’t have to-"

"No! I want to." You interrupted, surprising even yourself with how sure you sounded.

He studied you for a second, then nodded, undoing his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers.

Your breath hitched as he kicked them aside and climbed back onto the bed, settling between your legs.

Oh, the rumours were true. 

Becuase fuck. 

He was big.

Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed. 

"We’ll go slow," he assured you, running a hand up your thigh. "I promise."

He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, his bare skin warm against yours. You melted into him, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

“Can I touch you first?” You asked against his lips, and you felt his smirk, his cock twitching against your leg.

"You wanna touch me, sweetheart?" His voice was lower now, rougher, as he pulled away a little. 

You nodded your head

Noah let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. 

"Fuck.. yeah, of course you can."

He moved, the two of you swapping positions. He was now half sat half laying on the bed, with you now kneeling between his legs. As you moved, he took off his shirt, revealing all those tattoos you’d catch yourself staring at, and it never went unnoticed by him.

You brought yourself back to reality, noticing his hard cock standing thick and heavy between his legs. You swallowed hard, your heart hammering as you reached out, your fingers wrapping around him hesitantly as your other hand held his thigh. 

He sucked in a sharp breath, his head tilting back slightly. 

"Oh… Jesus..."

You felt the weight of him in your hand, the warmth, the way he twitched under your touch. You ran your fingers over the length of him, testing, exploring, before stroking him slowly.

"Fuck, that’s it," he groaned, his hips twitching. "Mmm yeah… You’re a natural, baby."*

The praise made heat pool between your legs again. Emboldened, you tightened your grip slightly, stroking him with more confidence, watching the way his muscles tensed.

His jaw clenched, his breath coming in heavier now. 

"You keep that up, sweetheart, and I’m not gonna last long…"

You looked up at him, eyes wide and curious. 

"Is that bad?"

He let out a strained laugh, his hand moving to cup your face. 

"Not bad, just… fuck, I wanna be inside you so bad."

Your stomach flipped at his words, and you swallowed hard before releasing him, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"I want that too…”

"Yeah?" His dark eyes locked onto yours. 

You nodded. 

"Yeah."

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he exhaled slowly, like he was holding onto the last thread of his control. 

"Alright…"

He guided you back against the pillows, his lips brushing yours, his voice a soft murmur against your mouth. 

"Just relax for me, baby. Let me make you feel good."

He reached down between you, running the tip of his cock through your slick folds, teasing you as it nudged your still sensitive clit. 

“Is it gonna hurt?” You asked, your eyes meeting his again. 

He hesitated for a moment, he wanted so badly to say no, but he knew there may be some discomfort on your end.

“It’s your first time, so there’ll be a little stretch… It might be uncomfortable, but if it does hurt and you want to stop, tell me. Okay?”

You swallowed, nodding. 

"Yeah…"

Noah took his time, his gaze locked onto yours as he slowly began pushing inside. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, it had you gasping, fingers tightening in his hair.

"Fuck," he groaned, voice strained. "You’re so fucking tight…"

He paused, giving you time to adjust, his lips trailing soft kisses along your jaw. 

"Talk to me, baby. You okay?"

You took a shaky breath, nodding. 

"Y-yeah… just feels… different."

He chuckled against your skin. 

"I know. Just breathe, sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt you..."

Slowly, he pushed in deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, fully inside you. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he stilled, letting you adjust to his size.

"So fucking perfect," he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours as he cupped your cheek in his hand. "You feel so, so good, baby…"

You whimpered, shifting slightly, making your walls squeeze around him, and the movement made him suck in a sharp breath. 

"Fuck, don’t do that unless you want me to lose it." He warned.

You giggled breathlessly, but the sound melted into a soft moan as he rocked his hips, just barely, just enough to send sparks of pleasure through you. 

It felt good. So fucking good. 

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice like honey. "I’ve got you, sweetheart…"

He kept his pace slow at first, his movements deep and unhurried, like he wanted to savour every second, like he wanted you to feel just how much he wanted you. His hands roamed your body, fingers tracing delicate patterns over your skin, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with something deeper than lust. "Feel so fucking good…"

His touch was reverent, every movement careful, every thrust making your breath hitch, making your body arch into his. He held you close, your bodies pressed together so tightly it was impossible to tell where you ended and he began.

You sighed his name, your fingers sliding into his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp, making him groan softly against your skin. The way he moved, the way he filled you so completely, it was overwhelming in the best way, and it felt so right. 

"Noah…"

He lifted his head, his hair falling over his face, his dark eyes locking onto yours, and the look he gave you nearly stole your breath away. Pure adoration, mixed with hunger.

"Yeah?"

"More…" Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard you.

Something in him snapped. He reached forward, grabbing a spare pillow and placing it beneath your hips before his grip on your waist tightened, his slow, measured thrusts turning rougher, deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you that had your whole body trembling, all whilst his hand pushed down, applying pressure on your lower tummy.

"Oh… fuck…" You gasped, clinging to him, your legs wrapping around his waist, feeling yourself unravel beneth him.

"That’s it," he groaned, his jaw clenched, his breath ragged. "You feel that? You’re taking me so fucking well, baby…"

You were a mess beneath him now, your body writhing, desperate for more, needing to cum, needing him to push you over the edge.

"I know, baby, I know…" His voice was strained, his pace faltering as he felt you tightening around him, a sign you were close. "I’m right there with you…"

His thumb found your clit again, circling it just right, and that was it. The coil in your stomach snapped, pleasure crashing over you so hard it had you sobbing his name.

Noah groaned deeply, burying his face against your neck as he followed right after you, his whole body tensing, his grip on you tightening as he spilled inside you. He knew it was safe, he knew you were on the pill, and he always used protection with everyone else, but he knew he wanted to feel you. 

For a long moment, neither of you moved, your heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Then, slowly, he pulled out, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple before rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arms.

You curled into him, still catching your breath, your face tucked against his chest as his fingers traced lazy circles over your bare back.

"You okay? That wasn’t too much, was it?" He murmured, his voice softer now, still laced with the remnants of pleasure.

You shook your head sleepily, a small, blissful smile tugging at your lips. 

"Mmm it was amazing… never felt better…"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

"Good… Y’know, I could stay like this forever."

And as you lay there in the quiet, tangled up in each other, you thought… maybe, just maybe, you could too.

Noah let you rest for a few moments, his arms wrapped securely around you, fingers still tracing slow, lazy circles over your back. But then, he shifted, pressing another kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly.

"C’mon, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft but insistent. "We gotta get you up."

You groaned in protest, burrowing deeper against his chest. 

"Nooo, too comfy…"

He chuckled, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. 

"I know, baby, but we need to clean you up, and you need to pee."

Your brows furrowed as you tilted your head back to look at him. 

"Pee?"

"Mhm," he nodded, sitting up and tugging you with him. "It’s important, don’t want you getting a uti."

You blinked at him sleepily, still too blissed out to fully process what he was saying, but you let him pull you to your feet anyway. Your legs wobbled slightly, and Noah steadied you with a smirk.

"Shit, you good?"

"Mmm…" You hummed, leaning against him. "Just… a little sore."

"Yeah? Guess I did a good job then." He smirked. 

You swatted weakly at his chest, and he laughed, guiding you toward the bathroom.

Once inside, he sat you down on the toilet, crouching in front of you as he brushed some hair from your face. 

"Go ahead, baby. We’ll get you cleaned up after."

You felt your face heat up, but when you hesitated, he gave you a reassuring look. 

"It’s just me, sweetheart. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

Taking a deep breath, you did as he said. He gave you your privacy, stepping back to run the water for your bath. 

Once you were done, you let him guide you into the warm water, sighing as the heat soothed your sore muscles. Noah slid in behind you, pulling you back against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you.

For a while, you just sat there, basking in the warmth, in the feel of him holding you. He washed your body, before pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder, his hands idly running over your arms, your stomach, your thighs. This wasn’t the first time you bathed together, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Sometimes the two of you just craved closeness, the warmth of another body. 

You could stay here with him forever. 

But then…

"Yo, Noah! You home?"

Matt’s voice echoed through the house, and you tensed slightly, eyes widening. Noah let out a small groan. 

"Should we go down?" You asked, turning to look at him.

He shrugged.

 "Might as well. He’s gonna come looking for me anyway."

Reluctantly, you let him help you out of the bath, your legs still a little shaky. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around you before drying himself off.

Once you were both dressed, Noah in a pair of sweats and you in his oversized shirt, you made your way downstairs, your body still sore but pleasantly so.

Matt was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge when he spotted you both. His eyes flicked between you and Noah, then to the shirt you were wearing, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me this is not what it looks like.”

"No, it's not." Noah chuckled, reaching around Matt and into the fridge for a couple water bottles, handing one over to you with a slight smirk.

[izzih22]

Okay so boom, would you do a pazzi fic where they get outed on live by like ice and KK and the end is all cute and fluffy?

Caught in 4K

Note: don’t know how I feel about this one it’s short and kinda crap but enjoy also ice is always at the scene of the crime fr😂

They had always been good at hiding it.

Not because they were ashamed. Not even because they didn’t want people to know. But because what Paige and Azzi had was theirs — quiet and steady, protected like something sacred. Just lingering looks, shared hoodies, and the kind of closeness that didn’t need to be explained to anyone who mattered.

The team knew.

Family knew.

They’d been careful. Subtle. Strategic.

Right up until Ice accidentally left Instagram Live running for thirty more seconds than she should’ve.

⸻

It was just supposed to be a fun post-practice moment — Ice and KK dancing around in the tunnel, filming the chaos. Laughing. Hyping up Aubrey. A quick pan to the bench, then end the stream.

Easy.

Except… Ice didn’t end the stream.

Not fast enough, anyway.

Because when the camera drifted a little too far left… it caught them.

Paige, sitting at the end of the bench, legs spread, completely relaxed — Azzi tucked into her side, head on her chest, Paige’s arms wrapped lazily around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t even a kiss.

But the camera lingered.

Just for a second too long.

Azzi’s hand resting lightly on Paige’s thigh. Paige looking down at her with this quiet smile, one hand drawing lazy circles on her hip.

And then Ice, realizing — “Oh sh—” click.

Live: ended.

Damage: done.

⸻

It didn’t take long for the clips to hit Twitter.

Fans went feral.

“I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT.”

“Paige Bueckers has never looked at another human being like that.”

“Azzi LITERALLY in her lap. This isn’t speculation. This is science.”

“Okay but the thigh touch???”

Fan cams, slow-mo breakdowns, and grainy zoom-ins exploded across TikTok. People were analyzing lip movements and blinking patterns. Some even brought out PowerPoint presentations.

Still, the media stayed quiet — respectful. Paige and Azzi had always kept their personal lives separate. There was nothing “official” to report anyway.

So the fans just speculated.

Loudly.

Endlessly.

⸻

Meanwhile, in the locker room:

Ice looked like she was about to cry. “I swear it was an accident.”

“You had one job,” Jana teased.

KK held up her phone, grinning. “Y’all are trending again. Hashtag #PaZZi4L.”

Azzi just shook her head, amused, cheeks pink but not upset.

Paige stretched out on the bench, completely unbothered. “Let them talk.”

“Oh, they are,” KK said. “There’s a thread comparing your bench cuddle to footage of penguins mating for life.”

Azzi snorted. “Please send me that.”

Paige just smirked, clearly enjoying the chaos more than she should.

Jana nudged her. “You gonna deny it if anyone asks?”

Paige gave a shrug that was far too casual. “Deny what? I hug all my friends like that.”

KK nearly fell over laughing.

⸻

That Night

The buzz of the day faded the second Paige closed the door to her apartment.

Azzi was already on the couch in one of Paige’s oversized UConn hoodies, legs tucked under her. The lights were low, and some old basketball game played quietly in the background — just noise, really.

Paige dropped her bag and joined her without a word, settling beside her and pulling Azzi into her lap like she had on the bench.

Azzi curled into her without hesitation, head on Paige’s shoulder, hand slipping under the hem of her hoodie to rest against her stomach. Familiar. Safe.

“Ice still spiraling?” she mumbled sleepily.

“KK’s convincing her to do an apology mukbang,” Paige replied, laughing softly. “But yeah. She feels bad.”

Azzi smiled. “It wasn’t even that bad. It’s kind of cute watching everyone try to ‘solve’ us like a mystery.”

“We are so not mysterious.”

“We are to the internet.”

Paige leaned her head back, letting her fingers trace the shape of Azzi’s spine under the fabric. “You wanna say something? Like… officially?”

Azzi was quiet for a beat. Then she shook her head.

“No,” she said, gentle but sure. “I like this. I like people guessing. I like that the only ones who really know… are the ones who matter.”

Paige nodded slowly. “Me too.”

A pause.

Then, grinning: “But I am gonna post a blurry picture of your hand and see how fast TikTok loses its mind.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, giggling as she tucked herself deeper into Paige’s arms. “You’re the worst.”

“But im your worst.”

Azzi kissed the underside of her jaw, voice soft. “Yeah. You are.”

Outside, the world could speculate all it wanted.

But inside this little apartment, in the quiet safety of arms and hoodie sleeves and soft laughter — there was nothing left to guess.

[lulushults]

why does no one talk about the real implications of natsu becoming end?

people go on and on and on about how nalu isnt real because natsu’s ‘too stupid to understand love’, but…r u guys not seeing whats literally right before ur eyes? let me explain :)

natsu was told by zeref himself, and then shown a direct demonstration, of the fact that zeref and natsu are directly connected, meaning if zeref dies, natsu dies.

then we get natsu finding presumably dead lucy, and going apeshit and becoming hell bent on killing zeref before being interrupted by gray.

so? what ya’ll think natsu just thought well lucys dead, lets go finish the task at hand and kill zeref yipee!

natsu was told if zeref dies, HE dies. and immediately after finding lucy ‘dead’, he loses literally every thought in his head except for his drive to kill zeref.

u wanna know why? because lucy has had such a dramatic effect on natsu’s life, personality and happiness that the thought of living without lucy drove him straight too a main source that he can rely on to end his life. in that moment he forgot about everyone he was leaving behind, happy included, and wanted to join lucy in ‘death’.

mr go happy natsu that everyone thinks has exactly 0 thoughts inside his head and goes out of his way to hide his feelings, immediately decided the next step and only step of action after discovering lucy was to end his own life because he couldnt bare to not have her in his. natsu relys on lucy as a main source of safety and comfort, sure he never directly says it out loud but he shows this through the way he acts with her. the way he goes out of his way to be in his apartment with her constantly. the way he feels he needs to protect her. the way he gets so aggrivated when another man flirts with her, because to him shes HIS lucy and he just cannot allow another man to steal her away from him. not to mention he also outright said lucy’s scent makes him feel comfortable.

i’ve always believed that natsu and lucy are connected in more ways than one. they’re eachother best friends. they’re so clearly in love. and they are eachother safety blankets. they both rely on eachother for stability and comfort whether directly or indirectly, the small glances when natsu notices shes upset, lucy always wanting to look out for him and immediately becoming worried whenever they’re apart despite knowing he can take care of himself. and i also wholeheartedly agree that if one of them were to die, the other would not be able to live anymore. if natsu were to die, lucy would drown in the feeling of loneliness despite being surrounded by the guild. without natsu, who does she really have left? hes so implemented into her daily routine that she couldn’t continue her everyday life because everything would feel so out of the ordinary and just…wrong. waking up without his heat next to her. walking to the guild with him. eating with him. going on jobs with him. and then falling asleep and feeling him sneak into her bed while she pretends to be asleep all the while slowly inching closer to him because shes enjoys his company.

and as we literally saw first hand in the final season, natsu does not under any circumstances want to live without her either. who would splurge on his expensive eating habits on jobs? who’s apartment would he break into? who’s bed would he sneak into? who’s fridge would he secretly break into every day to steal food? natsu has never cared about love, or relationships, or starting a family or even getting married. until he met her. and now shes so naturally integrated into his life that he just can’t imagine how he would go about putting a smile on his face without her there to make it so easy for him.

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I'm so excited to be here with you on Tumblr and I'm hoping you can help me repost the post I've been working on. This post is not just words, it is part of a fundraising campaign aimed at saving my family from death and supporting them in these difficult times. I hope, as I heard about you, that you will extend a helping hand and help spread this message to everyone and reach the largest possible number of people.

Pictures of martyrs click here

Help me by republishing my campaign and donating so that together we can reunite my family and take them out of Gaza so that my children can complete their education and so that we can live in freedom and peace away from killing, destruction, disease and hunger, and so that we can live together in safety and stability, and so that the hearts of my wife and children can be reassured after she lost her family. Her mother, father, brothers, and their children during the occupation bombing of the Tammos family home at dawn on October 29, 2023. She felt sad or overwhelmed. These pictures show some of her family members who were martyred in the bombing.

Other photos document the heinous crime against the family of my wife, Soha Tammos. Yes, it's time to console her and help her escape with her children to safety.

I, Amjad, and the family are still in dire need of your help, even more so than before. Our campaign is continuing, and I hope that you will be able to support us by sharing it and donating even a little, and I know that your small donation saves a person’s life.

We have been displaced repeatedly, and our displacement journey is still continuing amid an ongoing war of extermination in Gaza. I sustained serious injuries to my foot and I am still suffering from my injury. I cannot walk and need medical care and treatment expenses. My young children also fell ill due to the current living conditions in the tents and the lack of potable water and basic, health and educational necessities.

I deeply hope that you can contribute by sharing our campaign and donating, so that we can achieve our goal together and provide some relief to my family.

Supporting my family to survive the war

I am Majd Al-Shaltawi. I live in Gaza. I sent a distress call to evacuate me and my family from Gaza to escape the war. I am a Palestinian from besieged Gaza. I work as a skilled cook in Al-Shaltawi Kitchen and Restaurant, and currently my children are working to feed the displaced with donations from individuals and groups. This is my account on the Meta platform to follow updates

This is my accountx. To get new updates.

We lived through painful events during the October 7 War, and my children suffered panic attacks from the sounds of bombing and the killing of many family, friends, neighbors, and lineages.

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On the morning of Friday 10/13/2023, we woke up to a call from the Israeli occupation army to evacuate the residents of the Sheikh Radwan neighborhood in Gaza City, which we live in, in preparation for its bombing, and to head to the south of the Gaza Strip, which is considered a safe area. A safe haven, as the occupation claims

As a father, my duty is to protect my children. I had to leave my home, my job, and everything I own to save my children’s lives from this fierce war.

Then my wonderful restaurant was destroyed, as you can see in the pictures.

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I lost my home, my job, and my source of livelihood, and I am the head of a family of 11 members

I lost a lot of weight due to war, hunger, and food shortages, and thinking about the future of my children and protecting them from genocidal war. I developed chronic high blood pressure, for which there is often no cure.

I am writing to you because I do not want to see death approaching my family

The cost of coordinating the exit from Gaza with travel costs per person is 7,000 euros. We also need housing. We need to evacuate my family of 11 people for approximately €97,000 to rebuild our lives and start again in peace and security.

My daughter Fidaa is studying a master’s degree in educational technology at Al-Aqsa University. The Israeli occupation destroyed the university buildings and ended her educational life. My daughter’s dream was to complete her higher education to obtain a master’s degree.

My eldest son, Ahmed, is studying a Bachelor of Business Administration at Al-Quds Open University and aspires to complete his university education. Al-Quds University was completely destroyed, and his dreams, ambitions and dreams were killed.

My daughter Farah is studying communications engineering at Al-Azhar University, and the occupation prevented her from graduating to become an engineer. The enemy stole her dreams and joy, as her wedding was scheduled to take place last November, and the occupation burned her entire house. Her dream now is to leave Gaza, go to her groom, Abd

My son, Hamdi, did not complete his “tawjihi” secondary education, and the occupation destroyed his school and his dreams of success.

And my two young daughters, Malak and Tala, the occupation demolished their school and their hopes for a happy and stable life. Like the children of the world, they were not unhappy with their childhood. They are now terrified and suffering from psychological problems due to repeated bombings by warplanes and seeing corpses and body parts in the streets during the process of displacement from one place to another.

And my two young daughters, Malak and Tala, the occupation demolished their school and their hopes for a happy and stable life. Like the children of the world, they were not unhappy with their childhood. They are now terrified and suffering from psychological problems due to repeated bombings by warplanes and seeing corpses and body parts in the streets during the process of displacement from one place to another.

The Israeli occupation has destroyed educational life in Gaza.

Thank you for learning about my story, thank you for your support and help, and thank you for your prayers for the people of Gaza to survive this war. I hope you will share the donation link with those around you and donate even a little to the evacuation of my family, Amjad, from Gaza.

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[acesw]

There's something about how the Hofmann and the Vingler siblings parallel each other to a degree and its making me lose some marbles.

They're so dumb, both Kakania and Enigma take after their older siblings from hairstyle and even clothing style. But there's so much more tragic to these four. These siblings really parallel a lot and it hurts.

Adler and Klara are both younger idealists and they largely advocated for progression through their beliefs in arcanum and science. But the significant change and loss of the world around them caused a collapse in those ideals, sending them into a greatly debilitating spiral.

Adler used to be someone who was greatly passionate about his job and his understanding of the world through cryptography and science. But his entire belief collapsed after the "Storm," and coped with it horribly with drinking and long, insane tangents. His spiral had led him to nearly committing suicide, and in his survival, he isolated himself for a long time.

Klara meanwhile has always been rebellious and idealistic, challenging the social environment in Vienna with her progressive ideas and striving to make changes. But this ultimately becomes her downfall once witnessing how her ideas can lead to severe consequences if led without critical thinking. She lost not only her family and her closest friend, she also lost her entire community; the people she had been fighting for.

While Adler had slowly come back to resolve them after 8 years, Klara is still reeling from the effects of the major loss she had to take in within a short period of time in comparison.

Greta and Elbert both being people who are down-to-earth and are essentially ready to accept the world as it is; but they both also strive for progression and change that they see the light in the most dire situations presented to them.

While they reacted much less significantly to the major change around them (i.e. the "Storm"), they still absolutely changed to a point where they took risks that tragically costed them their lives.

Greta had traveled across the eras for 8 years and it had allowed her to acknowledge that the world built by human society she had known is entirely lost. Yet, she still risked her life so that she could not only protect someone she immensely cared about, but so that she could at the very least pave the path for a potentially small solution to protecting everyone else from the "Storm."

Elbert, while having been molded by the environment around him, still strived for change. He had a greater yet still limited understanding of the society around him, and he made the choices of playing safe until taking the one risk that permanently disabled him. Even then, he still made the efforts to protect Klara and supported her from the sidelines 'til the end. And yet he still succumbed to it all and lost himself, having died after being unfortunately influenced by the Storm Syndrome.

With all this mix of despair and hope, the younger children are given the lifelong task to carry their older siblings' mind and heart as they move forward in the future without them.

[spacegyaru]

cw: shidou ryusei x afab! reader. all characters are aged 21+ (you and shidou are already 25 atp). this is the second part of this! do not read it unless you have read the previous part! 💗🤭

~ there is a bit of angst here! also, i really tried to keep shidou and character and read loads of analysis for this huhu so good luck to me!! i hope you guys would like it as much as you loved the first part! + reader is a nurse and toxic shidou! 😌 i tried to keep it realistic guys, we all known it's not going to be all rainbow and skittles with shidou in it.

word count: 2k+

fast forward to five years later. five fucking years. you don't know how you made it that far, but somehow, you managed to get yourself out of that hellhole.

well, after finding out that you were pregnant, your initial reaction was to tell your parents about it. you were young and they still paid for your college fees that time, so you know that they have the right to at least hear from you.

as you expected, your parents did not have the best reactions. your dad scolded you— even slapped you, and your mom called you a slut, then they started fighting and blaming each other on whose fault is this.

suddenly, the fact that you're pregnant is no longer about you and the baby, but it's about blaming who was the worse parent between the both of them. your dad blamed your mom for caring too much about her appearance and not paying attention to you, while your mom blamed your dad for not protecting you enough and being around. in actuality, both are horrible.

you swore you'll never want your kid to grow up in this kind of hell you were raised in. that's why you felt so much joy when your parents agreed to help you but they asked you to move out to your grandparents’ house in a far away rural area so people wouldn't see you ‘blowing up like a balloon’ (as what your mom said) and ‘bringing shame to the family’.

luckily, compared to your parents, your grandparents are good people. they comforted you and made sure that you're well-fed during your pregnancy.

you ended up giving birth to a little girl, which you named miyu. she was born with your hair color, pink orbs, and tanned skin. her nose and eye shape weren't yours. you didn't even want to think about who does it remind you of.

it wasn't easy to have her either. miyu was a handful baby and post-partum depression did not sit well with you. but luckily, your grandmother is around.

shortly after that, you decided to go back to college while working part-time. all while miyu was growing. if you didn't have your grandparents, you surely wouldn't be able to survive. they were a huge help to your studies, and in taking care of miyu.

after your studies, you went back to the city to look for a better job as a registered nurse around tokyo. you thanked your grandparents and took your daughter with you.

about shidou… well, you've seen him on TV and he's doing well, winning lots of football games, and even having some dating rumours. you hated every inch of him. you hated how he act all smug and cocky on TV. you hated how he never even tried to contact you after that night. you hated how he did well while you struggled to survive.

the only comfort that you had was miyu's smile. she is a very cheerful child. she's very friendly towards people and she's a social butterfly. the first time you took her to the nursery, she became friends with everyone.

anyway, you're working as a registered nurse around tokyo's biggest hospital. luckily, miyu's preschool is nearby. but with no one to watch over, you would fetch her during your free time and bring her back to your workplace.

“y/n, doctor nishimura needs your assistance in his office in third floor.” your co-worker said and you rushed going there.

when you arrived, you were asked to call the patients’ name in the waiting area and assist in medical check-ups, like taking their height, weight, blood pressure, and etc. it was all good. you were doing just fine. until you saw who the last patient is.

“sh-shidou r-ryusei…” there was a light stutter in your voice as you turned pale, an expression of shock written on your face. it seemed that he's here for some athlete medical checkup or whatever it's called.

the moment shidou saw you, he did not recognize you at first. but seeing how awkward you were while taking his blood pressure, he finally recognized who you are.

“wait, aren't you y/n?” shidou asked then started talking to you like a casual friend who's trying to catch up. you didn't respond well. he told you that he'll be in a 3-month long vacation after winning a huge match in france.

when you were left alone with him as you were asked to assist him althroughout, like going to the cashier and settling payment, (since the doctor said that other patients might harass him since he's famous), he fucking dropped the bomb that made you erupt.

“if you're interested, we could hang out together while i'm in tokyo. like the old times.” he said in a smug voice, obviously hinting to something sexual.

you stopped while walking, looking down. shidou, who only continued, wondered as you stayed that way for seconds. shidou looked at you curiously. he slowly approached you, but your hand seemed to have another plans, giving him a slap on the cheek.

shidou looked at you shocked for seconds while holding his cheek, then his face changed into smirk before he told you “come on, you can't be mad over something that happened years ago, right? what happened to the good girl y/n?” he gave you a menacing look.

but before you could say anything, a small high-pitched voice reached out from your behind. “mommy, i'm hungry!”

seeing your daughter, you left shidou and approached your daughter, carrying her in your arms, telling her how you'd get her some cookies from the pantry.

as your carried miyu in your arms while walking away, shidou could not help it but to stare back at the pink orbs of the little girl which sparked curiosity. that, combined with the little girl's tanned skin and nose— shidou already fucking knew who that little girl is.

after that day, shidou would visit you during working hours. he would go there, trying to ask you to hangout with him, with that permanent smug look that you hated the most.

he did this for the whole afternoon. luckily, today, you were able to hire a babysitter for miyu because you expected to work overtime. you doubt he would leave you alone, not giving you some time to fetch her.

even after your shift, shidou was still there. you got fed up and asked him why the hell is he bothering you during work hours, even telling him to get lost.

but shidou still seemed to be unfazed by you freaking out. instead of saying anything, he just said “awww, don't you want me to get to know your little girl too? are you gonna hog her all by yourself?”

that's when you lost it. you dragged him in the hospital's parking lot and asked him what he truly wants.

shidou asks you to enter his car so you guys could ‘talk more’. thinking that he's just scared of the paparazzis, you agreed to talk with him inside his car with tinted glasses.

when you both sat on the front seats, he waited for you to speak first and you broke the silence.

you told him that you found out that you were pregnant after that night and you didn't get to tell him because he blocked you everywhere on social media. you're mad because he promised that he's going to be with you after but he left without saying anything.

shidou basically just gaslit you and told you that you never tried hard enough like contacting him thru his emails. he even had the guts to victimize himself and say that he felt hurt you never told him.

“just shows how my little y/n won't trust me enough to look after our poor little baby and that makes me sad.”

you rolled your eyes and attempted to get off the car, when shidou held your hand, trying to stop you. you decided to stop and take one last look at him. he holds your hand tighter, but not in a hurting way.

“oh hell nah, y/n. don't do this to me, i'm a changed man, ya know?”

you told shidou that if he's planning to ghost you again, he's never gonna get to know miyu. he is not going to be her first heartbreak. you made it clear to him.

shidou was like, “i know i didn't keep my promise to you, but i'm not a monster to do the same thing to her.”

you still didn't believe him, until he told you that he wants to show how serious he is. “give me your bank account number” but you didn't want to give it to him because of your pride.

but then he started saying “you sure you don't want my help? you were eating a one-dollar ramen during lunchtime. how can you even give what's best if you can't even give yourself anything?”and he said it in a taunting voice. oh boi, all these years and he's still so good at provoking people.

so you ended up giving your bank account details. you received a notification on your phone saying that you just received 7 million yen— about 50k dollars. you looked at him in disbelief.

“also, don't let her wear those ugly floral dresses. buy her something else.”

you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ altho you didn't really wanna say that but you know you needed to.

both of you agreed on a co-parenting situation. for visits, he would visit your daughter in your apartment every weekend. you wanted those instead of public because paparazzis may spot your daughter. she doesn't deserve that kind of toxicity yet.

first time visiting your apartment, shidou basically roasted your house and bought you a whole apartment just two floors way from his own apartment. “and you said you didn't need my help? i don't think my baby should even live in this place.” you moved in that place a month after he first met miyu.

the first time they met each other… you hate to admit it, but they got along really well. both of them weren't too emotional about it. it was just like two best friends meeting each other and having a lighthearted conversation. you observed miyu and it seems that she's at ease around shidou.

“miyu, that's your dad.” oh boi she ran so fast in his arms and hugged him. luckily, he caught her. since then, the both of them have been talking. miyu liked calling shidou his ‘daddy’. and honestly, shidou was proud of it.

shidou was the fun dad. you'll say ‘no ice cream’ and he's gonna bring your daughter ice cream while you're not around. when you say that she shouldn't eat sweets after brushing her teeth, shidou would just tell her to have some then she can brush her teeth after. so in no time, miyu became a ‘daddy's girl’ while you were the ‘no-fun and strict’ mom (as said by shidou when miyu's not around).

the whole co-parenting setup was okay. but shidou would make advances towards you whenever miyu is not looking. he would flirt with you, saying how your genes looked great when mixed together and sometimes, he would bring up that miyu needs a playmate. you would only roll your eyes at him, saying that you'd rather die than to repeat the same mistake.

it was all peaceful. you were starting to put your trust in him— until you saw a selfie of shidou and miyu all over the news and headlines. it seemed that he posted her on his insta, without your consent.

you did not like that one bit. both of you told each other that if he wants to something like this, he needs to talk to you first. again, shidou forgot to keep up with his word.

with an angry tone, you immediately called shidou and asked to talk to him in private. he asked you to come over to his apartment— and you were hesitant at first, but you agreed. you decided to drop off miyu at the local daycare center, just so the both of you could talk it out.

[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

Found-Family headcanons for a³'s coven of chaos, part 1: (because they all deserved more time with each other)

(part 2, here.)

(part 3, here.)

Agatha learned spanish for Rio, obviously—and spices up her dialogue with Spanish phrases out of habit. I assume she also knows other languages, being alive for as long as she has.

But I'd also like to think that language-learning gradually becomes something they all surprise each other with. And this is definitely super self-indulgent, because I'm always ecstatic when my native English-speaker friends are interested in learning my language.

For example, I definitely think Billy would ask Alice to teach him korean—and she'd be really excited for that. Not to mention, I feel like Billy just has the vibe of someone who'd be interested in learning different languages. (and korean in particular I think he'd definitely find interesting.)

I also definitely think Jen would try learning Sicilian for Lilia, considering the effort she makes to understand her and keep her comfortable towards the end. Lilia would be so moved, because she probably hasn't spoken to anyone in her mother-tongue in centuries. Like, it's literally considered an endanged language. (“Currently considered a “vulnerable” language by UNESCO, Sicilian faces increasing pressure from standard Italian, though it remains stronger than nearly all other Italian language varieties.”)

Mrs. Davis loves making food for all of them, always trying to diversify her cooking to suit their appetites, their cultures, the things each of them can eat, etc. It's a lot, but she doesn't mind!! She's a grandma!! She loves feeding people—and she missed having someone to cook for.

She grows her greens all by herself, too. Rio occasionally helps her with weeding and stuff. Mrs. Davis is freaked out by her rancid vibes at first, but ends up saying she's a “very sweet girl,” to which everyone responds by staring at her horrified.

Mrs. Davis would also definitely make a chore chart for everyone, but it never works out for a NUMBER of reasons.

First or all, Agatha always skips her turn with cleaning, saying that “she forgot.” She knows that either Billy or Sharon will just take care of it anyways. (Jen refuses to do any of Agatha's chores. “She can either do it by herself or drown in her own garbage-”)

Lilia always gets distracted and leaves her chores unfinished. She can only ever remember laundry, for some reason—she does everyone's laundry. But other than that, jeez. My girl is messy and that's okay. She has her very own unique way of finding where she puts her stuff, but others would merely call it chaos. Jen always picks up after her—and Lilia always huffs and puffs about how, “well now I can't find anything!”

Alice is the sort of person who accidentally creates messes everywhere, then stuffs everything wherever she finds. In drawers, under beds, you name it. Very, “out of sight, out of mind.” Like, she probably has “a chair” where she throws all her clothes.

Billy is very responsible, always abiding to the chore chart and oftentimes doing Agatha's chores too.

Jen is a total neat freak. She wants everything to be organised and under control—and she needs everything to smell nice.

She always makes the others scented candles. Agatha claims they're “useless garbage,” but uses them anyways.

Jen is also the one who usually keeps track of the bills and expenses, since she earns the most through her, “real job.”

Lilia is the sort of person to get lost in the mall, or even just the super-market. Alice has needed to look for her more than once.

Agatha loves crushing Jen's videos by appearing in the background and doing whatever bullshit she feels like.

Alice and Billy are everyone's mediators. Whenever someone gets in an argument, they're the ones who force them to work it out.

Alice is very protective of Sharon and Lilia, because she has mommy issues. Agatha has the opposite sort of mommy issues—but Sharon and Lilia treat them both like they're their kids.

The first time Billy brought Eddie to meet his coven, they literally put him through trials to decide whether he's worthy to date their son. Eddie is surprised he's been coven-approved.

“These women are insane, Billy—but then again, so am I for sticking around anyways.”

Eddie is very tired. His favourite coven members are Jen and Alice, who he considers the most normal. I REALLY think he'd fuck with Jen, because they're both so done with everyone else.

[thanksbutno98]

I’ll Handle It

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: This one is heavy. I really recommend you read the warnings before diving in.

Warning: angst, misogyny, toxic men, illusions to sexual assault, violence, illusion to death, pregnancy, mentions of child birth, labor complications, not edited.

Summary: After being on maternity leave you finally find yourself back at work. Still traumatized by the life threatening labor you find yourself being the object of gossip between some men in your office. Desperately wishing your husband John Price would not get involved.

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“Well look who’s finally back.” The melodic tone of Penny’s voice came from just over your shoulder. Before you could fully turn around to greet her she already had her slender arms wrapped around your neck. Her bright red hair brushing against your cheek you felt your heart swell seeing her sweet green eyes and freckled face. Hugging you by the side the pair of you letting out small chuckles and hugging a few seconds longer than needed.

“Happy to be back?” With a thick Yorkshire accent she asked, pulling away. Moving only slightly so she could fix herself a cup of coffee.

“I’ve missed work so much.” You half smiled. Stirring the black plastic straw around the paper cup, your heart ached slightly. You two chatted about everything you had missed and Penny’s latest project.

It had been six months since you welcomed your daughter into the world and it was hard leaving her for the first time. Evelyn and Jj were both at home with your husbands parents, because John had been deployed to another war torn country two months ago. It was hard leaving your baby girl and you wept like a child the whole way to work.

“How do you look that good after having a baby, Indy?” Another familiar voice joined the conversation. Turning you half leapt into Angela’s arms so happy to see your work friends. She hugged you back, brushing her pin straight jet black hair behind her ears as she grasped you by the shoulders and looked you over.

Angela was a tall, extremely attractive woman with beautiful dark complexion and striking hazel eyes. You and Penny liked to tell her she could quit her job and be a model. She was the department head for Anthropology so she was a pretty important woman. She was at the same level as your boss, Sampson. She was a few years older than you and tended to be protective of the women around her. Angela knew how some of the men could be here and had taken Penny under her wing since Penny was fresh out of her studies. Penny was also an intern for you and you had given her a stellar recommendation.

“Working out and running.” You lied. Stepping away and grabbing the blue file you had left on the break room counter.

If people didn’t know you they wouldn’t have guessed you had a baby within the last six months. It had nothing to do with diet or exercise. It was due to almost not surviving the labor.

Having Evelyn was a traumatic experience that left you in the hospital far longer than any mother wanted due to blood loss and preeclampsia. John and your family were told to expect the worst after the delivery; that you may not be coming home. John was a wreck as he was forced out of the delivery room having to be dragged out by security. To this day he still became eerily quiet when the subject was brought up.

It was a little over a week before you were finally released and allowed to go home. You had lost so much weight and that trend continued as you fell into one of the saddest times of your life. The guilt of being so traumatized by everything left you a shell of yourself. Unable to care for yourself let alone your children. You stayed curled up in bed and only getting up to breast feed or use the bathroom. The doctors said postpartum depression was normal but you never imagined it to be so debilitating. John insisted on regular doctors visits not knowing what to do when his normally positive, ray of sunshine wife could not even get out of bed.

John had been by your side every step of the way and truly was your rock in your time of need. He stepped up for you and his family carrying the weight of it all on his broad shoulders. It took two months until you were finally feeling like your normal self again. Finally able to enjoy motherhood to its fullest potential.

It was the hardest time for your marriage and you were no where near ready to talk about the experience at work. Between the memory of thinking you were going to leave John and your children all alone and how traumatic the birth itself was you could not even speak on the subject. It was the most painful and scary thing you had ever experienced and you weren’t sure you’d ever fully recover mentally.

“Well you look amazing.” Penny smiled, handing you half of the danish she snagged. “Still gotta eat.” She smiled sweetly. You happily enjoyed the flaky treat as you three caught up. Talking about the latest finds and gossiping about Angela’s new gentleman.

“Mornin’ Indy!” Clark one of your colleagues walked into the break room with two other men in toe. You didn’t recognize them but that was not too unbelievable. Penny whispered they were the interns. The institution you worked for was large and heavily male dominated. It would be a miracle if you could remember everyone who worked here let alone your department.

“Morning.” You smiled cheerfully. You were reaching your cap on social interaction for the morning so you said your goodbyes and headed for your office. Grabbing one more pastry to snack on.

“Who’s that? She’s got quite the rack.” One of the men asked Clark. Penny believed his name was Lance.

“You should have seen her before she got pregnant.” Clark whistled lightly as if to signify you were quite the sight.

“Oi, don’t be rude.” Angela interrupted rather forcefully.

“Pigs.” Penny added. Leaving in a huff, she glanced over her shoulder to see Angela still scolding the unprofessional behavior they had overheard.

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“Don’t you look gorgeous. God, I miss you.” John’s gruff voice echoed through your bedroom. Shifting you pushed the laptop down your lap slightly so you could get more comfortable. It was close to 3am but you didn’t mind. You finally had the opportunity to catch up with John.

“Your beards so scruffy.” You smiled, nose scrunching, giddy to finally get to see your husband even if it was through a laptop screen. He was sitting at a desk in what looked like a storage closet, clearly finding the most secluded place to make this video call. It made you wonder if he was going to try and get away with something naughty like your last video call.

“Can’t wait to be home next week and shave it.” John pursed his lips and smoothed down the unruly, overgrown hair. You could tell he was staring at himself because he peered at the screen and showed you the bit of grey that was just starting to peak out on the underside of his chin.

“I love a salt and pepper man.” You grinned and winked. Making John roll his eyes and snort out a sarcastic laugh.

“Been back at work three days now. How you holding up?” John changed the subject. His face going back to the stoic expression you were use to but his eyes were soft. Head tilted to the side the sternness washing away to a love struck look.

“Look at your remembering. It’s okay. Miss Evie and Jj every time I step out of the house.” You paused, playing with your hair and wondering if you should share everything that was going on. His mother had been driving you crazy but that was not new news.

“That all? You have that look like you’re hiding something.” John’s blue eyes looked darker in the laptop screen as he narrowed them at you.

“Me? Never-“

“Y/N, you can talk to me about whatever’s on your mind. I know you must be lonely.” John spoke sincerely. Ever since you were home from the hospital John had been in tune with you. It freaked you out a bit how watchful he was but he needed to be at the time. Clearly being thousands of miles away didn’t stop that part of him.

John was more worried you were struggling without him and the guilt that came along with that made his chest tight. His mind always wandering back to you being so sick in the hospital and then struggling to get out of bed once you were home. All he hoped was that you were okay and his parents were helping you manage it all.

“I love you.” The words rolled off your tongue tasting bittersweet. John cared about you so much and you had no desire to make him worry about you. Not now, when he needed to worry about keeping himself safe.

“Love you too. Now get on with it.” John smiled sweetly the corners of his eyes crinkling. You took a breath and then began your story.

“Since I got back there’s a few new people. One guy seems to have gotten a bit smitten with me and it’s making me uncomfortable. He’s probably just being friendly and I’m reading into it too much.” You shrugged it off. It did feel good to get it off your chest especially to John. No one listened to you quite like he did. It was like he would hang on your every word.

“Trust your gut, darling. If he makes you feel uneasy steer clear. What has he done?” John asked with an even tone. He didn’t want you to know how his blood pressure instantly spiked at the new found knowledge. Fists clenched off screen until his knuckles turned white; he waited patiently for your words.

“I guess it’s not really what he’s done. I’ve just caught him staring at my chest a few times and Penny told me him and Clark made a few crude remarks about me.” Rolling your eyes you brought your gaze to the window. It was easier to avoid John’s piercing eyes at the moment. You knew this was upsetting to hear. Hell you were livid when Penny told you and you knew no husband wanted their wife being the object of other men’s disgusting banter.

“Crude remarks? Like what?” John knew you well enough that you were withholding details as to not upset him.

“John, it’s not worth repeating. You know how some men are pigs.” You tried to reason but could see he had no intention on stopping until you answered truthfully.

“I’m not going to get upset. I’d prefer to know what these men are saying just in case.” John tried to make his voice sound reassuring but he sounded and looked like he was about to snap someone’s neck.

“In case of what?” You challenged. Not to sure you should continue.

“Y/N.” John’s face dropped into a deadpan expression. He wasn’t use to any back talk at the moment so his patience was non existent. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes knowing your husband was not going to drop the issue. He put up with your stubbornness so now it was time for you to put up with his.

“Fine, they made some remarks about my breasts being bigger now that I’ve had Evie. And . . . Well that new guy asked if I was one of those desperate military wives looking for some fun and if he had a chance.” You babbled the last portion of your rant out so hopefully John did not quite hear you properly. From the look on his face you could tell he did. All preconceived niceties were thrown out the window as you watched John’s lip twitch and nostrils flare. It looked like he was ready to crawl through the screen and go hunt these guys down.

“He what? You need to speak to HR.” John demanded a little to forceful for your liking. His voice deepening to such a low gravely tone you were convinced it had to hurt his throat.

“I already spoke with Angela about it and she said she’s handling it.”

“Darling, if you need more time off I think everyone will understand.” John was being pushy now. This was an argument you two had too many times and he insisted you were not ready to go back to work.

“No, I want to go back to normal. I’ve missed work and I need something more than just being a mom. It’s so lonely being at home all by myself with the kids. And you know how your mother is. I’d be miserable.” You couldn’t help the way your voice cracked. A painful swell of tears pushing into your eyes no matter how hard you fought them.

“One more week and you’ll have me back.” The tone of John’s voice was strained as you watched worry paint over his rugged features.

“I’m counting the days.” Your head hung low as you coughed back the tears.

“Now c’mon, love. No tears.” John pleaded hating that you were crying and he had to start saying his goodbyes.

“Sorry, I just miss you so much.” You hiccuped out, rubbing away the burning tears.

“I miss you every second of every day.”

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Closing your eyes you softly sang along with the music playing in your car. Doing a funky little dance and waving the last bit of your sandwich in the air. Taking another bite of your sandwich you grabbed at the soda you got yourself. You had forgotten your lunch at home for the second time this week so you ditched the cafeteria food and went out and got takeout from your favorite spot near by.

You had been feeling nervous and excited all day because after work you were picking John up from the airport. You kept imaging his chapped lips and strong arms. How he would tell you how divine you looked all dolled up for him. You made sure to wear your cutest work outfit and did your hair and makeup with a lot more effort than you normally put in for work.

You knew you looked cute in your slim, knee length black dress with long sleeves and the pair of black pumps. Deciding to wear the gold jewelry set John had gifted you throughout the years. The small gold hoops, sparkling gold bracelet, and thin gold chain with a small diamond looked amazing as a trio. It brought more attention to the much larger diamond on your wedding ring.

“Fuck.” You cursed.

Looking at the clock then down at your skirt that was decorated in crumbs. Brushing away the mess you were relieved to see nothing had stained as you shoved a way to big last bite into your mouth. Taking one last sip of the carbonated beverage you quickly got moving. You had to get to a meeting in ten minutes and you knew you would be cutting it close.

After grabbing your purse and locking your car you began fast walking to the stair case of the parking garage. You promised yourself you would take the stairs since you had stopped working out since John left. Using your hip you opened the heavy grey door as you shot a quick text to Penny saying you were ‘cutting it close’ and asking her to grab the file off your desk. You were too busy typing out the message while you reached the fourth floor landing you walked straight into someone.

“I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have been on my ph-“ you paused feeling the air still in the concrete room. It was a gut reaction to immediately feel fearful. You didn’t know why you just did.

“Not a problem.” Lance the new employee working with Clark smiled oddly. Why was he looking at you like that?

Lance was a tall man, maybe John’s height or a bit taller. He was built like a house and at least five years younger than you. His physique reminded you of Ghosts that one time you met him. He had sickly pale skin and a mop of red hair neatly combed back. Some women may say he was attractive but he wasn’t your type. You hated being around him after Penny told you the things him and Clark had gossiped about you. You could only imagine what they said when the two of them were out of ear shot of anyone.

“What’s got you all dolled up today.” Lance stood in the middle of the landing so you would have to ask him to move or awkwardly scoot around him if you wanted to take the last flight of stairs up to your office.

“Sorry, I-I don’t have time to chat. I’m going to be late for a meeting.” You attempted to move around the built man but he stepped in the way. His hand coming up to your face as if to cup your cheek. You couldn’t help but flinch and step backward blurting out a quick ‘no.’

“You have some food on your face, love.” Lance’s voice was soft and sweet in a condescending way.

That’s when you felt the menacing tension as his dark eyes looked at you like something for the taking. like you were the spoils of war. You were all alone in a concrete stairwell with a man who had said crude things about you. More importantly he was a man you had no amount of trust in. Now he was trying to touch you in a way only John and your female friends were allowed to. Up until now he had been perfectly friendly but that was when others were around.

“I got it.” You stepped back again feeling the cold radiating off the wall that was only an inch from your back. You told yourself if you back touched that wall you were in immediate danger. You pushed his hand away in the same motion and wiped your mouth with the back of your dress sleeve. Seeing a little white smear on the back of the black fabric, realizing you had a tiny bit on mayo on the corner of your mouth.

“Looked nice there, if I’m honest. Something else might look better.” Lance stepped forward.

His insinuation had a cold chill run up your spine, your back pressing into the frigid concrete wall. Heart thumping loudly you swore you could hear John’s gruff voice in your head telling you to ditch the heels and run. But you were not sure you could out run this man who was so much taller and bigger than you. You were scared and it made you angry being cornered in such a secluded place at work.

“You listen to me right now! This is inappropriate, I suggest you move. I’m late for a meeting.” Using your most commanding voice you attempted to side step Lance for the second time but had to halt immediately. His large hand pressing into the cool concrete wall by your head as he trapped you between the corner of the stair well and his arm. Now you were beginning to shake feeling like he was about to snatch you up. Like a mouse who has just been cornered by a cat and it was ready to play with its food.

“C’mon, I bet you’re lonely with your husband always gone. Don’t you want a man who can satisfy you all the time?” Lance continued to speak crude words. You forced yourself to stare him in the eyes as you slowly slipped out of your heels, he didn’t seem to notice. He was to focused on the way your lips quivered in fear and your rapid blinking.

Just then the door opened on the floor above you, the metal squealing loudly. Lance looked over his shoulder to peer up the stairs. Swiftly and with all the power you had in your body you kneed him in the groin and shoved him back. He stumbled backward, a loud grunt and then a stream of coughs leaving him as he crumpled to the floor. Leaving your heels behind you booked it down the stairs and back to your car. Jumping the last few stars until you saw floor three. You were in a dead sprint as you got back to the third floor where your car was parked.

Hands shaking so violently you dropped your keys once you were at your car. Accidentally scraping the paint around the lock as you finally inserted the key and twisted. You half threw yourself in the car slamming the door behind you and locking it. You had your phone in your hand this whole time so you immediately were pulling up your contact list not quite sure who to call since John was not home. With a short breath you clicked on the name your thumb was hovering over. Pressing the phone to your ear you were staring out your window waiting for Lance to come running after you, thanking god John had tinted your windows and put pepper spray in your glove compartment.

“Y/N, was literally just talking about y-“

“Harrison, you have to come get me from work I’m in the car park. Right now, I’m too shaken up to drive.” You didn’t even realize you were sobbing into the phone until you felt your nose running. You felt like you were about to be sick as your chest heaved violently. Panic coursing through your veins you could feel the blood pulsing in your temples and wrists.

“Woah, woah, woah. I’m coming right now. What’s going on?” Harrison was John’s oldest brother and you knew he lived near by your work. You two would grab lunch from time to time. All you could hear in your head was John’s voice telling you to stay vigilant and not let your guard down.

“Some guy, Lance. Just, just come get me please.” You were still sobbing unable to catch your breath as you watched the stair well door intently.

“You get that spot on the third floor you like?” Harrison asked. You could hear his his car starting in the background and let out a deep sigh, knowing he was less than five minutes away.

“Yes!” You half yelled watching as the heavy door to the stairwell opened.

Out stepped Sampson of all people, your boss. Without even thinking you hung up on Harrison and got out of the car. You were shaking like a leaf and in all the years Sampson knew you he had never seen you cry. For any person to be crying like this was alarming and for it to be you he was scared for your safety.

“What the hell is going on?” Sampson was still in his lab coat as he strutted over to you with urgency.

“Lance, he cornered me in the stair well. So I kneed him and ran.” You forced yourself to pull it together but your words came out jumbled and high pitched. Black streaks of mascara running down your face.

“Are you hurt?” Sampson asked his hand hovering by your shoulder not sure if he should touch you. You didn’t answer only shook your head that Lance had not hurt you.

“He didn’t get a chance to touch me. Cuz someone came in.” You placed your hands on your hips, eyes trained on your bare feet against the rough ground. You were trying to catch your breath and calm your racing heart. Doing similar breathing exercises as when you gave birth because it was all you could do on instinct.

“That was me. Called security when I saw him curled up on the ground. Good thing I came looking for you. Penny said you ran out for lunch so I had a feeling you’d be here.” Sampson was frantically looking between you and the door not sure what to do next. The squeal of tires echoed through the car park as you watched Harrison’s black Ford Fiesta swing around the corner and come to a screeching halt next to you.

“I’m going with Harrison. I can’t be here.” You didn’t even give Sampson a chance to speak as you walked backwards to the car.

“You Lance?” Harrison was getting out of the car and you could see he had the intention to break legs. He had a baseball bat in hand so you quickly took it from him scolding him that he was just like John and violence wasn’t necessary.

“No, he’s with security.” Sampson said quickly taking three large steps back as Harrison approached him.

Harrison and John looked eerily similar but John was muscular and looked like he was carved from stone. Harrison was a bit on the chubby side but not quite, never had facial hair, let his hair grow long on top and his voice was no where near as deep as your husbands. Their protective instincts were the same.

The only difference being John would have had a gun instead of a baseball bat. Climbing into the car you watched as Harrison got all the details he could from Sampson before he finally got back in the car to take you home. Allowing you to cry the whole way even pulling over at one point because you had to throw up. Then stopping to get you a soft drink to help yourself from continuing to vomit.

——————

“So why couldn’t Y/N get me from the airport?” This was the third time John had asked the question since his brother had been dodging it.

“Ah, stuff came up.” Harrison deflected pulling into the driveway of your family home.

“Harrison, what am I about to walk into?” John demanded this time. Between being exhausted and the change in plans John was pissed off to say the least. All he wanted was to see his loving wife after a grueling two and a half months. He had just seen some horrible things on this deployment and they were weighing heavy on him. Your sweet smile and warm embrace would start to heal the invisible wounds.

“Look, Y/N made me promise not to tell you. But I think you have a right to know.” Harrison purposefully parked his car behind John’s truck so he could not leave in it. Harrison took a deep breath before as he told John the whole story.

“Some bloke named Lance cornered her at work. From what she said it seemed like she was lucky someone walked into the stairwell before anything could happen to her. She called me crying, I came with a bat. This cunt was ready to do something to her, Johnny. I know it. By the way she sobbed. Even had to pull over to let her be sick.” Harrison kept his eyes on his younger brother. Face pained as he retold the events.

Harrison watched as John had an expressionless face, it was worrying. John stayed silent as he felt the rage quake through his bones, he was going to kill this guy. John could feel it in the back of his head, his hairs standing of edge. The idea of going upstairs and grabbing the .22 he kept in the safe and tracking this guy down. He would not end him quick he would make this piece of scum suffer. The plotting did not stop as the gears in John’s head turned. Making sure to stay stoic as to not give away his intentions.

“John she specifically told me not to tell you because she was scared you’d do something that wound you up in jail.” Harrison clapped a heavy hand on John’s shoulder.

“Where is she?” John seemed calm and Harrison knew that was not a good sign. He was expecting his brother to lose his god damn mind. This level of composure reminded the man why his brother was a Captain, trained to be composed even in the most dier circumstances.

“Last she said she was going to shower.” Harrison barley finished his sentence before John was out of the car and marching into the house.

John walked right past his mother who was feeding Jj. She shouted for him to come back and give her a proper hello but it fell on deaf ears. John did not even stop to take his boots off. His mother shrieking that he was tracking mud into the house on the freshly mopped floors.

Taking the stairs two by two John could hear the shower running. John was about to burst through the door and demand you tell him what had happened but he hesitated. His fingers twitching around the door knob, the reality hit him like a freight train. His sweet, loving, kind wife who he had almost lost six months ago to child birth was behind this door after almost being harmed by a man he did not know.

John stepped back from the door his hands resting on his hips as he took a deep breath. Coughing out as a way to stop the impeding tears from how angry he was John spat on his own floor. He could not be angry coming in that would only make things worse for you. So John cleaned his spit, kicked off his dirty boots and changed out of his military clothes so he would smell more like home. After mentally preparing himself John slowly turned the crystal doorknob to your shared bathroom.

John took in the mess. Shocked you normally kept things in order. Seeing a black dress laying on the floor, the zipper hanging off clearly having being torn in your haste to get it off. Your new lace underwear set was thrown in the trash and dirty makeup wipes littered the counter. Your tooth brush was laying at the bottom of the running sink with the open toothpaste container.

John turned off the water putting your toothbrush back in place and closing the tooth paste. The linen closet hanging open and the normally neatly folded towels hanging off the shelves and pooling onto the tiles floor. John finally made his way over to the shower. You were sitting under the hot water with your head buried in your knees as you hugged them to your chest. You were in his large white shirt that was sticking to your soaked body.

“Darling?” John slid in ignoring the fact he was getting wet.

“I’m sorry. I tried to get myself back in order before you got home.” You brought your head from your knees to look up at John’s face. Your eyes were puffy from crying and it looked like the light had been drained from you.

Taking in John’s appearance you noticed he had been able to shave his muttonchops back to its pristine shape but he looked worried. Of course he was worried he just walked in to a mess and you curled up at the bottom of the shower.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Let’s get you dried and into some fresh clothes. I’m going to take care of this.” You nodded knowing in the moment Harrison had told John everything.

You were still in shock from the whole ordeal but what scared you the most was going back to work. What if nothing could be done? What if you had to continue to work along side someone who was so blatantly prepared to hurt you? Your head began to swim with worry. Trembling under the steaming water you tried to pull yourself together. For John’s sake.

John was already moving. Walking back into your shared room and gathering fresh underwear, your favorite sweat pants and one of his baggy crewneck sweatshirts. He opened the windows allowing the cold air in so you could bundle up under the covers. John called down the stairs for Harrison to put on a kettle and then John went back to help you out of the shower.

You gave him a weak smile feeling so much shame for having ended up in such a dangerous situation. Slipping out of the soaked tshirt you dried yourself off. John was now handing you your clothes ready to give you privacy to change. The last thing he wanted you to feel was intruded on or like you couldn’t have the the space and time you needed; but you didn’t need those things at the moment. You loved him for allowing you to be in charge of touching and space if needed.

Grabbing John by the hand as he tried to leave you frowned up at him. Tears rolled down your bright red cheeks as you tugged him to come back and not to leave you by yourself. The look in your eyes said it all and John wrapped you in his big arms and hugged you so tightly it was as if he was trying to mold you to his chest. He clenched his teeth tightly and realized his nose was becoming stuffy. He couldn’t cry or show any emotion like that. Not while you were suffering in his arms.

“Please, stay with me.” You begged.

John’s heart tightened so painfully in his chest he wanted to start smashing things. He wanted to take this anger and rage he felt and do something with it. But all he could do was hold you while you sobbed into his chest, clinging on to him for dear life. The guilt John felt was all consuming. It was his job as your husband to protect you and he was not home to do that. Now he had you trembling in his arms babbling that you were so scared and how you thought something bad was going to happen to you.

“You’re safe, darling. I’m going to make sure that nothing like that happens again.” John spoke into your soaked hair. For once you did not argue about John wanting to step in and handle things his way. Honestly it was a relief to know John had this handled and you had no reason to worry anymore.

“I’m so sorry, John. I never thought that I wouldn’t be safe at work. I should’ve been smarter or-“

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare blame yourself for the actions of a coward who corners a woman when they’re all alone.” John pulled away and cupped your face in his calloused hands. His rough hands lightly squished your cheeks as he made you look at him.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” The force behind John’s words and the dark gaze of his icey eyes showed you he meant it. You could see it in his face. He would walk, no run, to the ends of the earth for you and back if it meant your safety.

“John? I can’t go back to work if he’s there. I’m scared he might hurt someone else.” You whispered, cheeks squished between his palms and tears pooling between your flesh.

“I’ll handle it.” John pulled his hands away and hugged you again. This time rougher and tighter as if he’d never let you go.

“Please don’t end up in jail.” You peeled yourself away to look up into his icey blue eyes.

“Promise.” John said simply.

“Now, get dressed. I’ll bring up tea and food. Then I need you to tell me everything that’s even happened even if it’s just hearsay.” John and you shared a knowing look. You knew you would be taking some time off work until you had your nerve back and John handled everything.

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“How was work?” John’s voice called from the living room as you walked through the back door.

It was your first day back after you took two weeks off and you had been nervous but excited to go back to the normalcy of your job. John had stopped by at lunch with both kids to surprise you. It was his way of making it know amongst your colleagues who he was. You pretend you did not see the death glares he shot certain people you had mentioned or the fact he wore his camouflage pants and army green long sleeve. A way to show off he was military and had weaponry at his disposals.

“Good, no sight of that asshole. He’s still alive right?” You walked into the living room your heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

John was sat on the couch folding laundry. His left foot resting on Evelyn’s rocker as he bounced it lightly to keep the little girl fast asleep. Jj was was waddling around kicking a squishy football happily as the news played on the tv in the background.

John looked completely domesticated in his white t-shirt and jeans. You’d never know he had taken lives and was a hardened man of the military. He gave a warm smile his eyes crinkling and mutton chops nicely groomed as always, gesturing for you to join him. Playfully tossing a pair of his clean boxers at you, they lightly smacked you in the face. You peeled them off with a huff of a laugh and folded them.

“You going to answer my question?” You asked sarcastically as you plopped down next to him. Kicking your heels off and leaning forward to help fold the clothes.

“What was it again?” John asked playing dumb. You knew he heard you so you stared at him a bit serious.

“He’s still alive, right?” You asked keeping an eye on how John’s expression was unfaltering.

“Course he is. Like I said he won’t be bugging you anymore.” Joh turned and raised and eyebrow at you. This was his way of telling to to drop it but that was not going to happen with how stubborn you could be.

“No one knows where he is. He just stopped showing up to work.” You pressed hoping your husband was telling the truth.

“He can’t show up to work with broken legs. Plus he should have put in his resignation.” John turned back to the laundry, folding a white towel neatly and placing it on the coffee table. As if what he just said was normal.

“John!” You slapped your thighs at the admission. You could not believe John would do something like that and admit to it. Well you could believe it and that was the part that frightened you.

“I’m kidding, I broke his arms.” John said smoothly as if that was better.

“John, that’s not funny.” You scolded, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt trying to coax him to tell you what he did.

“Darling, why does it matter? He’s not going to be coming back to your work.” John sighed exasperated. He was pretending like you were getting on his nerves even though he actually found this quite amusing.

“Because this sounds a whole lot like those mafia movies you’ve been watching.” You thought back to how John had watched Goodfellas the night he came back after ‘handling’ everything. The smirk on his face when you agreed that it was hot when Henry Hill pistol whipped the neighbor for groping his girl made you wonder.

“I didn’t do anything.” John reassured, placing his rough hand on your thigh.

“I had a friend of mine rough him up and instruct him that if he showed up to work or the police it wouldn’t end well.” John tacked on quietly.

“That’s a crime!” Now you were getting mad. Unsure what your husband had done to get that vile human to quit his job and never show his face around here again.

“Again, I’m joking.” John hummed. A small smirk tugging at his lips. He was enjoying teasing you too much.

“You ever going to tell me the truth?” You asked feeling your face flush with anger. John turned to you with a smug smile and placed a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Nope.”

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[tillichan]

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♡ The first time you and Mitsuki met was when he protected you from the bullies. They made fun of you, picked on you and made you feel uncomfortable, and Mitsuki... doesn't like when the girls are treated badly, to put it mildly. It didn't take him long to deal with these delinquents. Several minutes later they ran for their lives from Mitsuki. And he in turn invited you to a cafe to calm you down and made sure that these bullies wouldn't bring their friends. So the two of you spent some good time together eating sweets and talking about a random stuff like music or video games. You and Mitsuki enjoyed the conversation so much that time flew by. He walked you home and gave you his phone number, just in case you need any help.

♡ Your adorable and bubbly personality attracted Mitsuki from the very first meeting. You were such a ball of sunshine, cute, brave and open minded. Without even realizing it, he started looking for meetings with you. During the patrol, he passed by the cafe time after time hoping to see your face again. And one day he was lucky to meet you. By apologizing to his classmates, Mitsuki came over to say hello thereby causing a wave of rumors. Poor Sakura, as red as tomato, with a slight stammer asked: "W-w-who is she? His g-g-girlfriend?"

"Let's invite her to take a walk with us too!", cheerfully said Tsugeura, heading straight for you two, but he was stopped by Hayato and Akihiko. The reason? This was not the first time they were in such a situation, but this time something was different. They knew Mitsuki, they knew that he is always a gentleman when it comes to girls, but the way he looked at you spoke louder than words. That day, they left you and Mitsuki alone and a new note appeared in Nirei's notebook. That Kiryu Mitsuki is in love with you.

♡ Mitsuki confessed you during one of your hangouts when you two went to eat the pancakes. You and Mitsuki were sitting and chatting when he just blurted out a confession all of sudden: "I like you, I've been for a while now. Would you like to be my girlfriend?".

♡ Mitsuki is literally a Prince Charming, a boy of your dreams. He adores you, he protects you from all jerks and bullies, he gives you the compliments that make you flustered as hell. But more importantly, Mitsuki loves you very sincerely. The situation in his family is still difficult, but having you by his side makes him feel better, you make him feel better. You are so cute and sincere, your adorable quirks never fail to make him smile. And Mitsuki can't help but he is falling for you harder and harder with each passing day.

♡ It will not be long before Mitsuki introduces you to his sister. She adores you very much and always thanks you for taking care of her beloved brother. She is also the one who tells you embarrassing stories of Mitsuki's childhood and supports your relationship. And, you know, every time Mitsuki sees you and his sister, the two most important people in his life, getting along well, it makes him melt. Ah, how dare you to be such a sweetheart who has Mitsuki absolutely wrapped around your finger.

♡ Your dates usually include something funny like shopping, arcade dates, going to the cafe or something more chill like playing video games or listening to music together. Mitsuki likes to listen to your rambles if you want to yap as the two of you leisurely stroll, hand in hand. He wants the best for you so he picked up a part-time job to have his own money. For himself and for you.

Ship Tropes

♡ flirty (him) x gets flustered easily (you) ♡ moral support ♡ protective (him) x naive (you)

[chefkids]

Thoughts on that weird ass “our kind” line. I just still can’t wrap my head around it

I think it was just meant to show that the Berzatto's all kind of live in this small town old school thought type of bubble. Mikey thinks Claire is like them because he had a traditional machismo mindset.

Carmy leaving for Copenhagen was a big deal because everyone in the family just sticks to what they know and they stay in Chicago and he gets shit on for being a Chef because cooking is viewed as a women's job in their family. They thought Stevie was gay because he's not a strong macho type of guy. They hated Pete because he's a sensitive softy. Mikey talked to Tina about not having dreams because he had to stay at the restaurant and care for Donna and his family and basically be the man of the family.

They think Claire is "our kind" cause she's just a cliché of a woman. The men only ever seen her as nice and appeasable and easy going. She does motherly things like taking care of disabled kids. She has never been seen as confrontational or aggressive to them, she stopped looking so nerdy and now fits into their beauty standards. All Richie and Mikey could talk about was "the glasses coming off" and her body. Then the Fak's literally said they view her as a piece of ass. She's the complete opposite of what the actual Berzatto women are, which is why they think she's "the peace".

There have been a ton of Claire and Donna comparisons and parallels and while they both trigger Carmy because they push him and make him uncomfortable, they are kind of opposites in how they present. Donna is loud and in your face and aggressive and says exactly what she wants even if it's to the detriment of others feelings, she wants to be appreciated but she's not kissing people's ass to make them love her. Claire is focused with being "the peace" and being liked by everyone that she comes off as fake and clearly can't handle even the slightest for of rejection. She's aggressive but only in wanting to be liked because she is desperate for approval. Donna pushes people to their limit to see if they'll still stay with her even at her worst, but she also never is the one to abandon them. Claire can't handle any sort of pushback and left as soon as she got some back.

I find it funny that Donna is the one who interrupted the whole Claire loving spiel, cause I feel like Claire is the type of girl Donna would hate tbh. Even Natalie is clearly not that big of a fan of hers and basically rolled her eyes at Carmy dating her. And I wouldn't be surprised if we see them interacting together next season at the wedding. Tiff is close friends with Claire, we know Donna will be going. We already know Donna and Sydney are going to get along at the wedding.

The actual Berzatto women like Natalie, Donna, and Cousin Michelle are not like Claire. Even Tiff was less concerned with being liked and knew how to push back in the family. That whole bear speech in Fishes about them being loud and aggressive and protective was so not Claire. Natalie and Donna are both very loyal to their family, Natalie sticks with them even when she probably shouldn't. Claire ran away as soon as she saw Carmy acting like a bear/Berzatto, cause she's really not one of them.

Syd while not being born into their group, has shown to be more like a bear than Claire. She's loyal to them, she's defensive and aggressive when she needs to be, she's not worried about being liked by everyone, especially not the guys like Richie just like Natalie and Donna. Which is why Richie has grown to accept her into their family. Mikey thought being a Berzatto woman just mean fitting into traditional gender roles, but really, as Richie has come to learn, it's about being tough and sticking together.

[dailysaeran]

I am go to create an AU that is so self-indulgent...

I remembered I have free will so I combined the AUs I love the most. Vampires, catboys and maids😼

Sunset is a lonely vampire living at a scary fairytale castle and after escaping from a cult (what a surprise), Ray is looking for a job. Conveniently, Sunset's old maid has mysteriously disappeared and she desperately needs a new maid.

This Ray is somewhat like VAE or GE Ray but also not quite. It's not a modern setting, there was no hacking involved, there was no bomb, but there was a cult run by Rika and horrible shit went down but that's in the past now, right? (: Anyways yeah no burn scar but a little similar to VAE or GE Ray. And Saeran exists too. Ray is the host though.

Sunset's also not been having a great time and she's a lot more pessimistic, sad and lonely than our regular human Sunset. She was turned into a vampire by a group that wanted to use her influence as her family's oldest daughter to control others, make more vampires and farm blood. She wasn't as into the idea and escaped, but as revenge the group killed her parents and most of their staff and So disappeared. She assumes So is also dead. He's not, he was also turned into one but he couldn't escape. Yet, at least.

So, Sunset began taking care of their family's castle with the help of her dear friend and maid (: This was the daughter of their older maid, who also began to work for their family when she was old enough, and who had also lost her parents in the same event Sunset did. It was just the two of them now.

Until another group of vampires heard about Sunset's “allyship” with a human. They thought of her as a traitor. Humans aren't friends, why would someone be friends with food? So they…decided to teach her a lesson.

While Sunset is distraught about losing her only friend, another group approaches her. They want to offer protection for her and her castle and any staff, in a few conditions. In exchange for protection, she must bring a certain amount of human blood to the group every month, which will then get distributed among all the members, including her. This group aims to protect and take care of vampires without disturbing humans too much. She takes the deal.

But she doesn't want to hurt people who don't deserve it! So, every month she desperately tries to find people who've wronged others in some way so she wouldn't feel guilty about taking their blood.

She has another issue too. She really needs a new maid. The castle is looking scarier and scarier by the day with its condition. So, she starts looking for one.

But who the hell would want to work in such a scary castle alone? After the rumours about its owner? No one's taking the offer. Except Ray. Ray, who likes castles and fairy tales. Ray, who hasn’t been able to find another job, because no one wants to employ “someone like him”. What kind of person has cat ears and a tail?

Everyone in the town is afraid of her. Except him. He's not scared because he thinks they're alike. People think he's a freak. Again, what kinda human has cat ears and a tail?? A freak. People are scared of him too. Him!! So he thinks...they're similar. They scare people away. They're both lonely.

And boom you get catboy Ray working as a maid at vampire Sunset's castle 😎 She's so intrigued about him. He's cute. His blood smells different. What does catboy blood taste like? But she doesn't wanna hurt him. As a matter of fact, she's very protective of him after what happened with her old maid. She's not gonna risk something like that again.

Oh also side note. Yes Saeyoung is also a catboy. But instead of working at an agency, he's a vampire hunter. Trying to catch the vampire taking blood from the people in the town. And maybe one day…his path crosses with another vampire once that vampire escapes the group that turned him into one 👀