#Can’t wait to compare these once I’m done lol

[shima-draws]

Drawing Izuku for the first time since *checks calendar* almost a YEAR?? HELLO??? Has it actually been that long I’m losing my mind??

Anyway I’m so happy I missed drawing him so much Izuku Midoriya my fucking baby BOY light of my LIFE

[haerni]

HOW SWEET, “i’m without you”

synopsis: y’know it’s just an old trick && the demon who keeps knocking at your heart knows the formula,, but you won’t fall for it anymore, right ?

ft. lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun + park sunghoon. (based on ‘how sweet’ by NewJeans!)

content: fem reader! just hyung line trying to rizz (woo) you up, kind of exes to lovers, they fumbled lol except for jay, lowkey implied toxic relationship, miscommunication trope, subpar dialogues struggling fr, jake & reader has issues fr (10:36 inspo). 2.8k words

— as always minimal proofread and very self indulgent >< & also because i wrote it on a whim.

( 🗯️ ) notes: a very word vomit drabble, haven't written in a long time, my exams are approaching soon this is sort of a lil warm gift from me ! ^_^ can u tell i love jay.. he's literally every eldest daughter's dream :(

JUST STEP OUT YOU LITTLE DEMON IN MY STORYLINE don’t knock on my door, i’ll see you out

this has been too much of an occurrence, a habit that heeseung has grown accustomed to. he knows he shouldn’t, its not acceptable, he knows he’s subjecting himself to a torture that was designed to be his dreams of you.

he should stop, he should leave, yet he finds himself once more at the same blocks of pavements with the exact same four steps up to the porch decorated with flowers that bloom so prettily in the night. and his knuckles hits the same wooden door, eyes dazed, out of his mind, but he knocks.

he knows he doesn’t have any right to be here. to stand in front of your door letting his frame lean on it as he waits for the same footsteps he has memorized.

heeseung prided over being a gentleman, he’s respectful, he knows his boundaries—his place, but right now he’s anything that.

maybe lee heeseung has never been one after you.

he hears the scuffle behind the door, and maybe it was weird that he knows exactly those footfalls, how just sound manages to touch a vile in him, a rush of excitement thrums as he waits the door to creak open. because the other side to where he stands, there you were.

it opens.

there you are—his favorite girl. a frown adorning your face and your eyes reflecting the warm light above your door, “you can't keep doing this, heeseung.”

and a stupid smile makes its way to his face when you call his name. he’s almost thankful he stopped taking the drinks jake kept giving him, it could never even compare the sound he hears now (which he would rather much indulge in).

“hi, baby,” he breathed.

he may or may not remember this night, but he’ll regret it again in the morning.

you scoff at him, “you can’t call me that now, heeseung.” his name felt like acid to his face when you say it that way, but nevertheless lee heeseung lets you burn him—because he deserves it, a faint voice whispers in his head.

“sorry, bad habits.”

what a little liar, he was. because after all, he knows that you know it was, there was never a point for him to utter it in your face.

he doesn’t know what was worse, the venom that kills you or the silence that drowns you? heeseung prefers if you would curse him just a little, maybe he would feel more good with that, maybe it would lessen the guilt that lies heavy in his chest.

but heeseung is addicted, he is addicted to this tryst (you’re not together anymore, he reminds himself) and he still asks you the same question.

“let me in?”

he was bad for you, you knew that. he wonders why you still open your door for him every night his feet takes him to you? you were just as addicted as him, he surmised.

it’s selfish, but he wishes you’d stay the same.

DONE SCROLLING THOUSAND TIMES I KNOW IT’S AN OLD TRICK it’s a very simple formula

for someone who you call as your ex, park jongseong became much more than that to you.

your fallout was something you couldn't call fine, because it isn't. you were a mess—jay wanted to hold you and you can't have yourself fall over the edge just yet.

you weren't ready and he was.

you and jay are the polar opposite of each other. he was put together, he knows what he wants, he has everything, he is secure with himself. and you are simply not everything he was—it was daunting, it scared you and it was stupid. jay loved you all the same, he was perfect and that became bigger than all the good things you call in your relationship with him.

you knew that dating jay would come with perils and problems, you knew them you would both overcome it. but is love really enough to be an answer, when you were the problem itself?

it is incomprehensible to you, how can someone be capable to love this much?

you never asked him, he couldn't give you an answer that you deserve because of it.

it’s unhealthy—you are calling him again. you really shouldn't, you knew your friends would be disappointed. it's ironic how fast you fall in the abyss of darkness, but you couldn't trust yourself to do the same when he asked you to let him catch you. (familiarity was a variable that played a favor over your heart and jay knew that)

the dial tone rings—once, twice, you hear his voice.

“yn, you okay?” it was immediate and it's soft. it's too much. you're convinced you were cursed. you yearn for it, for him.

he waits for you, as he always does. patiently, as you knew him and he hears the breaths you take, the sniffles, he worries more. he tries to call you out once more.

“lov—” he catches himself from saying it, “hey, talk to me, angel.”

“i’m sorry. i don’t know what is wrong with me, ‘seong,” you try to catch your breath, apologizing as soon as you said it.

god, it breaks something in him, “it’s okay, yn. i got you, yeah?” he’s already at the door taking his keys, he doesn’t have any right, but you need him, right? please say it to him, please need him just one more time and let him hold you this time. as soon as he utters his prayers, you whisper.

“can you come to me..” it was so quiet he almost didn’t catch it, “please?” but he’s glad he did.

when he had declared that he would love one person in his life, he vowed and kept it. park jongseong was in it for you, he knew why you broke things off with him, he understood—like all the times he does. you probably didn't know, but he couldn't get himself to remove the picture of you in his bedside. when you called him a week after, he knew he should hang up the call and let you figure things out by yourself, but he didn't. your number stayed as it was before. he should grant you space and time, but he couldn't. because jay loved you so damn much, it's either you or no one else.

be damned all those fears that lingers with you, because park jongseong wants you and only you.

I WON’T ASK ANYMORE (HOW SWEET IT TASTES) you don’t have to tell me now that i’m without you

one thing that jake fails to understand was how much you think he doesn’t need you as much as you need him. he shoots all your words down before they can leave him out alone.

the nights have always been a nightmare for you, not because of the dark veils in the sky, or the monsters that chase you, but because you can’t sleep. you cannot descend to slumber as you would have when you were a child—it was easier then. now warmth was more of a problem for you, it’s a small problem it shouldn’t really be much to be fuzz over it. a stuff toy would’ve solved the problem just fine, it provided you the same security that lulls you into the night.

except that you have found sanctuary in sim jaeyun—a safe haven that envelopes you deeper into sleep, his warm body offers more than security. serenity and heaven sounds just as the same when he holds you in the night.

but everything should always come to an end, doesn’t it?

you don’t know when the peace he had offered cracks through you and it felt like a burden of guilt you couldn’t understand.

“we can’t keep doing this, ‘yunie.”

he doesn’t get you, confused and bewildered at your sudden statement to him when he sat down on your couch. he thinks you’re playing with him, maybe a prank, one of your silly little ideas. because he is sure as hell you didn’t just call your relationship as something like ‘this’, like it wasn’t worth of anything.

“what do you mean, yn?”

the air feels a little heavier, jake knew then that he wouldn’t like what was ever you were going to say. and he does whatever could save him of his position to you, whatever could shut down every rejection you think of. but before he could even dismiss it, this time you beat him to it.

“let’s stop this, jake. stop pretending like you need me.” you say more firmly.

he frowns at that, he doesn’t need you? are you being serious? “i don’t know what you’re talking about, pretty. because i’m pretty damn sure i’m not pretending here.”

you scoff at that. he doesn’t really get it does he? “aren’t you tired? we aren’t anything jaeyun, you’re just someone who helps me sleep at night and i don’t want to take up your time, i don’t want to use you. we’re nothing more, nothing less than this.”

this—jake hates that word now.

why do you keep using it, why are you reducing your relationship as to something less than what it should? why are you pushing him away now? why were you pretending like it’s nothing? why are you not understanding that you’re not the only one who needs something?

“what’s so wrong with this? with us?”

“everything!”

what’s wrong with that? what’s wrong with holding you in the night to sleep? so what if you don’t know what to label it between the boundaries of romantic and platonic? what was wrong with having you? what was wrong leaning to him? to ask him for help?

his eyes tell you everything you need to know that goes in his head, because you’ve known enough to read him. you were friends since you were fifteen and now you don’t know anymore, but you know him. you can’t lean into him anymore—not when, what you feel now steps over the line of what a friend should be.

(it feels weird now, to have the need to hold someone at night, yet you want it. but you can’t tie down jake, you can’t do that to him.)

jake doesn’t understand what the problem was. he knew the risk of what the two of you had agreed, he was willing to bet on every star that he wouldn’t mind for you to have him.

he doesn’t understand but he knows he loves you, “hold me, then. don’t let me go.” he pleads with you.

you can’t.

I’M FEELING MY OWN WAY I’M IN IT ‘CAUSE ME AND YOU ARE DIFFERENT so i won’t stay, i’m leaving

you and sunghoon has always been an intricate of woven patterns, with spools of threads of your color stitch into each of you. both of you are too much of each other. you used to think nothing could ever sever the tapestry the both of you weaved. that was before he was miles away from home and time was not a challenge to the both of you.

all the memories you remember were now bound with his last words before he left, “take care.”

he was called to train internationally, it was big. he was making a name for himself out there and now his name is called over to be known by the world. you’re always happy for him, you’re proud. sunghoon was made to be in the spotlight, he was made to be loved, he was born to be on a stage where he shines. and you think sunghoon looks pretty, he looks pretty when he’s on the rink, skating. he looks so happy there, a place so far yet so near where you can’t step in and reach.

he looks so happy without you and that was okay, you think to yourself. it’s okay, a repeated mantra sounding in your mind as you watch him through a screen.

waiting wasn’t new to you and wanting him more wasn’t either. you don’t really know what is much worse.

there is a space between that bleeds, an indentation of sunghoon in your heart. cold was a familiar company in your darkened nights, his name was like a ghost of an echo in your home.

it’s okay, you remind yourself again. you’re fine with this.

because he looks so happy when he’s not with you, park sunghoon belongs to the world and it makes you sick—even though you know it’s selfish and it’s disgusting to feel something like this—you realize then, you don’t want to be part of that world, just among the sea of faces he’ll forget.

the picture in the frames looks at you with mockery, his side in everything feels hollow and nothing. he is like the ocean that slips past beyond your fingers, but completely engulfs you wholly, having your lungs deluge in it. it pierces through like an arrow, the same ones where you used to believe it was out of love, before everything comes down.

you love park sunghoon, you really do. in the depths of your heart his name was carved gently and carefully.

a name that would solely have your heart beating in a mile, you've never thought it would just end up bleeding, cut open freshly with his own hands, a heart you have given so willingly and with so much trust that you can ever offer in a silver lining platter. to love boundlessly and endlessly until you’re a void of nothing, but a shell of yourself shriveled. but you can’t stop pouring the wine until it overflows—until it’s empty.

you’re not sure where it started, when all the warmth turned cold, where he decided to give up, you're not sure if you can keep fighting.

you never saw it coming, you’re sure the love the both of you had can overcome anything, it can have your relationship stay afloat through all the storms and tides of problems and indecisions, maybe you’re wrong, maybe it was him, maybe it was bound to happen. you’re too hurt to think about it. but a mirage plays in your mind dauntingly, that you can still have those memories you had together, the thread stands on its own, stretching to its limits, the lines dwindle and your hope dies down together with it.

when did his hands drop yours?

the indentation he leaves is noticeable, you can hardly miss it, after all you felt like you were the letter that got crumpled.

his name echoes around the walls of your home (can you still call it a home if it’s devoid of anything?) a mockery to you, his things were, his conspicuous absence, the darkened place of loneliness, the moonlight bleeds into the window, giving your room an illuminated light, it’s suffocating, and somehow the room seems smaller, closer, a cage or walls of once you knew were the sanctuary of comfort, now stands tall as nothing, but a reminder of the fall apart.

the heart of once you have loved was gone and you’re not sure if you’ll be fine by then. were you even sure of anything at all? living with a ghost of a name in your heart, moving on wasn’t always easy to do, but you hope nonetheless, you hope his name would be nothing, but healed scars from all of the distance.

he comes home on a random wednesday with nothing, but his training suit and eyes that you always adore tired and on the verge of falling. a crazed look of apprehension, sunghoon knew you were slipping through his fingers when you wouldn’t answer his calls anymore and the best thing he could think of was to hold you, physically—so you wouldn’t disappear on him.

when he stands in front of you the words don’t appear in front of him, it’s frustrating.

“why can’t you just leave me?”

and god does he wish you wouldn’t say that to him again.

“i can’t,” he whispers, “i tried and i simply can’t.”

when park sunghoon met you, he started dreaming—he was nine summers then. still has the childlike wonder who held admiration and you were eight who live on the other side of the road from his house, he thinks you were pretty.

like a beautiful sunset he always watches with his sister on the seaside, you always seem to be there for him anyway, catching a glimpse of your face on the side of his eyes. his coach always scolds him for being distracted in the rink, he only responds with,

“sorry, coach. i’ll do better.” he wanted to impress you back then. (he still does.)

the sun shines so brightly it doesn’t miss how it always seems to reflect your smile. laughing at something your friend has told you, he wonders what it was.

back then the two of you didn’t really talk much at first, always the brief gaze at each and little waves. but nothing more, he wishes to talk to you on other days, when the time is slow and the breeze washes all the heat from his face, but he doesn’t, always hesitating, almost made encounters, but by the end of it he’ll just back out the last minute.

it’s almost a surprise how he even managed to call you his, park sunghoon has loved you since the ninth of summer.

you still love him despite everything.

he thinks you are still pretty until now, wearing his old jersey with his name on it on the sidelines, cheering him on top of your voice, he decided right then that he would like to have you always there for him.

—fin.

｡｡｡ ♥︎ likes, comments & reblogs are highly appreciated! hope y'all like this, i went a lil crazy on hoon ㅠㅠ.

[skiller0dani]

Going Home | Eleven

M A S T E R L I S T Doctor Who Masterlist

smut requests info w.c | 7k summary | you go home for a quick visit, and The Doctor leaves when he promised he was going to stay.

Welcome to my secret archive! This is a personal favorite that I have written. I hope you enjoy, and just remember some of the details may not line up bc I really didn't think they would get posted, as I wrote them for myself mostly. I hope you enjoy it anyway, there are no Doctor Who fics here or on Archive it's a travesty! So I thought I'd share my little collection with you all, enjoy my loves!

BTW I listened to The Long Song by Murray Gold for this piece. Also BTW, Eleven is my favorite Doctor followed by Ten. Also (I know shut up and let them read, Danielle) I'm AMERICAN LOL and I tried my best to make this seem Authentic to England, but it still has American twists to it, I don't mean to lol my culture is all I know.

CREDIT: Found the amazing Dividers at Firefly Graphics, check them out.

“I’ll just be a minute, just want to pop in and say hi.” You smile, reaching for your handbag to sling over your shoulder. The Doctor smiles from the other side of the console, he’s used to this. Bringing Humans to live with him in the Tardis usually means occasional visits home. 

“Need me to tag along?” He asks, and you smile because you know he doesn’t really want to come. The Doctor has become hesitant in recent years to become over involved in his companions' families. You asked him why once, and he got this sad look on his face like he was remembering something. He didn’t tell you, but you knew whatever he was thinking of wasn’t good, so you didn’t ask. 

“No, that’s okay. My mum doesn’t really like you anyway,” you tease with a light smile on your face. The Doctor’s mouth drops open in offense as he makes his way around the console towards you. 

“What?! I haven’t done anything to that woman, she’s only met me one time!” The Doctor exclaims in disbelief. You chuckle as you look up at him, he’s stopped just barely a foot in front of you. You feel your heart begin to thrum unsteadily against your chest at the close proximity. You look up at him, your eyes meeting in a heated stare. 

“Oh you mean the time when you knocked on the door, promised her you’d keep me safe, and took me away with you? That time? Yeah I can’t imagine why she wouldn’t like you.” You joke, sarcasm in your voice. 

“You’re safe aren’t you? And I’m returning you, as promised.” He insists with a huff, leaning back against the console with his arms crossed. 

“Wait, you’re not leaving are you? I’m just visiting-” You begin, and the worry in your voice makes The Doctor smile. He reaches up to tenderly brush his palm against your cheek, his thumb stroking gently. 

“I’d never leave without you, promise.” His voice is soft, sincere and you believe him. 

“Okay, I’ll see you later then.” You smile, nervously leaning forward to press your lips against his cheek to give him a quick peck. Technically you and The Doctor aren’t together, and you clearly have feelings for him. You think he has feelings for you. You hope he does. Sometimes it's hard to tell with him. He has a small smile on his face as he watches you leave, flashing him another beautiful smile over your shoulder before you’re out the door. You see your parents' apartment building just ahead of you, and you’re already mentally preparing for the scolding you will receive in just a few minutes. 

You weren’t entirely fibbing when you told The Doctor your Mum doesn’t like him. She doesn’t. According to her, he’s the reason you quit your job and broke up with your fiance, who was a highly respected Attorney. In actuality you never loved Todd, he was so mind numbingly boring compared to The Doctor. You know meeting The Doctor has ruined any possibility of ever having a relationship on Earth because no man will ever have a chance of competing with The Doctor, he’s sort of it for you. Not like you’d tell him that though, or anybody for that matter. 

Nearly every star in the sky can be pinpointed back to him in some way, you wonder how dark and bleak the Universe would be if he didn’t exist. Everybody in this Universe owes their lives to him, and you’ll make sure he never forgets all the good he’s done. The Doctor tends to look at himself and see a monster, a selfish man who drags fragile Humans around with him to impress them, but you know that’s not true. Everybody needs a friend, even The Doctor...he just always seems to forget that. 

So how the hell could Todd from Barnaby and Scott Law Firm compete with someone like that? Has he ever even saved a cat from a tree? No, not worth his time, but he’d be there to represent the cat in court after the poor thing fell. You laugh softly to yourself as you trudge up the last flight of stairs before you finally reach your parents floor. You anxiously check out the window one more time, and you see the Tardis is still parked out on the lawn just where it was before. 

You’re not checking because you don’t trust him, or because you think he doesn’t want you to travel with him anymore but because The Doctor has a tendency to leave companions behind to keep them safe. He's already threatened to do it once when you wandered off and nearly got yourself killed. You don't think he actually would, he was just cross because you scared him. You approach your parents door, and hesitantly lift your hand to knock. You’re looking forward to seeing your Dad, your Mum not so much. You hear scrambling around and chairs scraping against the wood floors. The door flings open and you’re met with your 14 year old sister, Jeanie. 

“Jeans!” You exclaim joyfully, throwing your arms around your beaming sister. She hugs you back tightly, peering over your shoulder curiously. 

“Where’s your boyfriend?” She mumbles against your shoulder and you feel your chest seize and your face flush. 

“Who- The Doctor?” You ask incredulously, and Jeanie simply nods. 

“He- he isn’t my boyfriend Jeans, and he’s busy.” You dismiss her question as casually as you can, hoping your voice doesn’t give anything away as you make your way into your parents' spacious apartment. Your Father, Richard Scott, is a co-owner of Barnaby and Scott Law Firm, so you lived a privileged life. It’s also why your Mum was so dead set on you marrying Todd Farlan, who was conveniently employed at Barnaby and Scott. 

“Busy! He’s always busy, he promised he’d bring me a Quadricycle!” Jeanie pouted, a look of disappointment on her face. 

“And if he isn’t your boyfriend, then he should be.” She insists. 

“Wait, what’s a Quadricycle?” You ask, disregarding her previous comment, which she doesn’t miss. 

“Don’t pretend you’re not in love with him.” Jeanie teases, a dangerous and playful glint in her eye. 

“Quit it Jeans, I am not. Oh, hi Dad.” You smile as you round the corner into the kitchen, to see your Dad sipping a cup of coffee in a pinstripe suit. 

“My Happy girl has finally come back home! How long are you planning on staying this time?” He asks, and you love the lack of contempt in his voice. 

“Not long I’m afraid, just a few hours for a visit. I missed you.” You admit, letting your Father crush you against his chest. 

“Is that fellow of yours coming? The Doctor?” He asked, his eyes glancing back at the door. You shook your head, allowing your eyes to close as Dad rubs his hand up and down your back. Being in life threatening danger on a daily basis really made you miss your family, well Jeanie and your Dad anyway. 

“No he’s…working. He says hi.” You’re only half-lying. The Doctor got a strange message on the psychic paper he’s checking the authenticity of, so he technically is working. Keys jingle in the door, and your heart instantly plummets into your stomach. It’s your Mum. 

“Now Happy, you know how your Mother is. Just ignore her and put on a brave face, yeah?” Your Dad says, placing a hand on your shoulder once he feels the tension coming from you. Jeanie gave you a smile, dashing off to her room and you almost wished you could do the same. But you didn’t, you started getting busy on the dishes. Doing something else made it easier to ignore her. You can hear the clicking of her heels as she comes down the hallway, your Mother was the Headmistress of a Secondary School, and she acted like one. 

“Oh so you decided to finally grace us with your presence, hm?” Your Mother says, her voice stern.

“Hello Mum.” Your voice is polite, fake polite. You turn to give her a smile, and you see her graying blonde hair pinned back and her glasses perched up on her beak shaped nose. Come to think of it, your Mother reminded you of a bird with a pinched up face. She scans you from head to toe, her eyes flickering over you from the tops of her narrow glasses. 

“I suppose you look thin enough, a bit worn out though. What is that Doctor doing to you anyway?” Her voice is judgemental, accusatory as she places her black handbag down. She’s wearing a suit, a pantsuit, your Mother never wore skirts. 

“Nothing Mum, he hasn’t done anything.” You say patiently, sighing a bit as you turn back to the dishes. He only saves my life practically everyday and still you say horrible things about him, you think bitterly to yourself.

“Give her a break Christine, she just got home.” Your Father says, and you could hug him all over again. Your Mother reaches into her bag, pulling out a stack of papers. 

“Yes Richard I can see that, it’s perfect timing actually.” Your Mother begins and your Father swears under his breath. 

“Christ Christine, not this shit again. I already told you those won't hold up in a court, it’s not the fucking 1800s!” Your Father snaps and you have to physically pick your jaw up, you hardly ever hear your Father swear.

“Dad, what're you talking about? What are those papers?” You ask, your anxiety spiking. 

“Your Mother here has decided to write up a contract betrothing you to Todd Farlan.” Your Father explains hotly, this is clearly something they’ve argued about before. You feel your heart seize, and cold dread washes over you. You need to go back to the Tardis now, you never should have come home. 

“What?” Your voice is small, you hate how afraid you sound. Your Father turns to face you, looking in your eyes. 

“Happy, don’t forget I’m a lawyer. I won’t let anybody do anything to you against your will.” Your Father promises and you nod, avoiding your Mothers eyes. 

“Richard let me talk to her. Alone.” Your Mother asks, tapping her heel impatiently against the kitchen tile. He doesn’t move. 

“Oh for God sakes, I just want to talk to her. She’s my daughter.” Your Mother huffs, and you want to sink into the floor. Could your Mother really marry you off to Todd without your permission? She seems to be sure it’s going to happen, was she going to do this behind your back while you were gone? You’d come back suddenly married to Todd? You feel sick when you think about all of this. You regret telling The Doctor not to come, you wish he was here. You wanted him to swoop in and rescue you like he always does. But he’s outside tinkering in the Tardis and you told him not to be worried unless night has fallen and you still haven’t come back. He needs to make you a ‘help me!’ button that you can press and alert him you need his help. Like a Doctor Life Alert. 

“It’s okay Dad. Just 5 minutes Mum.” You tell her, and you want your voice to sound stronger but it sounds so small and afraid. It’s hard for you to be brave when The Doctor isn’t around, he has this way of making you feel like you can do anything. He believes it too, even if you don’t. Your Dad leaves the kitchen, giving you an arm squeeze and a wink as he goes. You remain standing by the sink, a guarded look on your face as you cross your arms. Your Mother slides the stack of papers towards you. 

“Just read them, I think you’ll find the terms aren’t as bad as you think. You loved this man once, would marrying him really be so awful?” Your Mother is giving you this look, this I love you and only want the best for you look, but you don’t believe her. Not anymore. 

“I don’t love him anymore, and actually that sounds like a hell crafted specifically for me. I couldn’t imagine anything worse. The only thing I want in this world is to travel with The Doctor.” You say patiently, though you’re starting to losing your patience. 

“Ah, not that stupid man again! You’re traveling with someone you don’t even know Y/N! You don’t even know his name!” She exclaims, frustrated. 

“You wouldn’t understand.” You huff, you know the truth. You know that worlds would burn and the fabric of reality would split open if someone uttered The Doctor’s name at the wrong place, at the wrong time. His name is literally dangerous information, besides The Doctor suits him just fine. 

“No, and I don’t care to anymore. That’s besides the point. I have it written up in this contract that you will be allowed to continue traveling with whomever you choose at your discretion.” Your Mother explains, and all of this is raising red flags in your head. 

“That’s awfully kind, what’s the catch?” You ask, your voice flat and sarcastic. There’s a catch, there’s always a catch. 

“You have to return home to produce children, an heir so to speak for his family's prestigious name and fortune. Once you have given him a male heir, you are free to do whatever you like.” Your Mother explains, like this is all normal stuff. Like the two of you are discussing the shopping, debating wheat bread versus rye. 

“Oh my God. So if I sign this, I have to come home to have sex, squeeze out a baby and then I’m free to do what I’m already doing without all that nonsense? Sign me right up!” You snap, pushing past her to head towards the front door.

“You get security for life Y/N! Knowing you’ll be taken care of when this little phase of yours has passed. A life to come back to!” Your Mother insists as you quickly gather your things. Jeanie has slowly emerged from her room by now, watching you gather your things with sad eyes. 

“This isn't a phase! I have a life. A good life.” Is the last thing you say before you slam the door and barrel for the stairs. Tears blur your vision as you stumble down the stairs, you need to get out of here as soon as possible, you doubt you’ll ever come back. You’ll run away with The Doctor and stay gone. The Tardis is your home now anyway, you love her. You push through the doors of the complex building and look up to where the Tardis is parked only to see that she’s gone. 

“No, where did he go?” You cry, your tears coming out heavier. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes. 

“No, no Doctor, where are you? I need you, you idiot!” You cry softly, your chest tightening when you realize you’ll have to go back to your parents apartment to wait for him. You know he’s coming back, he is. He wouldn’t leave you here, you know he wouldn’t. He’s going to come back and get you. He promised. 

The Tardis lands in the lawn, just where it was before and The Doctor rushes for the doors. He hopes he timed it correctly because you’ll be cross with him if he’s late. He just had a quick errand to run, which was actually picking up your favorite and rare snacks from around the galaxy. He knows visits home are difficult for you because of your Mother so he made you a little care package for when you get back. It also has bath spa stuff, and some of your favorite movies.

The Doctor won’t admit his feelings for you to even himself, he’s literally never breathed the words aloud. The feelings he has for you are a lot like the Tardis, bigger on the inside. So big they fill every corner of his mind and consume his every thought with you. Where are you? Are you safe? What are you doing? Do you miss him? Do you think about going home? The list goes on, everything he does is for you. Every time he’s fighting to protect the Universe, he’s mostly fighting to protect you. Them too, but mostly you. 

He throws the doors open and instantly both hearts have dropped to his stomach. It’s evening, and not only that but according to the newspaper- it’s evening and 4 months from when he dropped you off. He left you here, with your Mother, for 4 months. The Doctor is immediately sprinting for the stairs, you’re never going to forgive him for this. He makes it up the stairs in record time, turning for your parents door and knocking frantically. Nobody answers, so he keeps on pounding and he doesn’t care if he wakes everybody up. He knows your Mother, remembers the horrible stories you’ve told him about her, he needs to get you out of here now. 

Eventually the door opens to reveal Jeanie standing in a tank top and fuzzy pajama pants. She smiles when she sees him, her face bright. 

“Doctor!” She exclaims, throwing her arms around him. She adores him even though she’s only met him a few times. 

“Thank goodness you’re here. Are you here to get Y/N?” She asks and The Doctor looks over the top of her head into your family's apartment. The lights are on, and it looks like Jeanie is the only one home. 

“Hello Jeanette! Yes, she in?” He asks, already making his way inside the apartment. Jeanie kicks the door shut with her foot, heading back into the living room where her movie was paused. The Doctor is the only one who calls Jeanie by her full name, 'Jeanette', and surprisingly he's the only one she lets call her that.

“Wait, why did you say that? 'Thank Goodness'?” He asks, turning and bending down to look right in Jeanie’s eyes. 

“Well it’s just that my Mum has been horrible to her, wrote up this contract to marry her off.” Jeanie explains and The Doctor feels dread ball up in the pit of his stomach. Marry? As in marriage? As in you’d be marrying another man? The Doctor doesn’t say anything as he races down the hallway to your bedroom door. 

You’re sitting at your desk, your chest aching. You know he’s coming back, that’s not even a question in your mind. He’s just…late sometimes. You really have no idea how long you’ll be waiting here for him, could be a few months, could be many years. You have been ignoring your Mother and the contract. It’s laying out on your desk, you admittedly read it. If you had 3 brain cells and the talents of a half-dead gnat you’d see your Mothers point. The terms could be worse, but your life after signing this contract would be a living hell. You’d have to have sex with Todd, and the thought of ever letting him touch you again was appalling. The thought of carrying and birthing his children was even more appalling. You just wanted The Doctor here so bad, you wanted him to sweep you away back into your little dream life you shared with him. Your chest ached as hot tears stung your eyes, where is he? 

Suddenly, at that exact moment, you hear rapid and harsh knocking on your door. 

“Y/N? Open the door, it’s me. I’m so sorry I’m late sweetheart.” It’s The Doctor, you can hear the panic in his voice through the wood of your door. Your bedroom door doesn’t have a lock, so he can enter if he wants to but The Doctor has this silly rule that he’ll never enter your space without your permission. You stand, the relief fading away to anger. He left you here, for 4 months! You cross your arms, you want him to grovel a little. 

“Please, darling open the door. Let me explain.” He begs softly, not hearing anything on the other side of your door. You creep closer to your door, you can hear him breathing heavily on the other side. Your chest warms, did he sprint all the way up here from the Tardis? 

“I didn’t mean to leave you here sweetheart, I promise I didn’t. You know the Tardis, she does what she wants! I didn’t leave you here on purpose, please talk to me.” The Doctor tries again, pressing his forehead against the door. Your fingers trail lightly over the handle, you’re not ready to open the door yet. Not ready to ease his panic, not after he left you for 4 months. Hearing the pet names is helping, though you won’t tell him that. 

“Y/N, is this because you want to marry that man your Mother is trying to ship you off to?” The Doctor asks hesitantly, afraid that you’ll answer the door with a diamond engagement ring on your finger. You open the door, and the first thing you do is slap him hard across the cheek. Tears are building in your eyes, and you want to stay strong. You want to stay mad at him for what he did, but the desperation in his eyes as he looks down at you breaks your heart. When the first tear falls, The Doctor is back in your space. His thumb brushes the tear away while his arms pull you against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tenderly, one hand cradling your head against his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, closing his eyes while muttering soft apologies against your hair. 

You pull back to look at him your voice thick with tears, “I don’t want to marry Todd. I’ve been waiting for you, you complete idiot.” 

The Doctor presses you firmly against him, guilt beginning to seep in. He hates that he hurt you, he hates that when you needed him he wasn’t here. He hates that he left you. You turn your head to look up at him again, The Doctor’s hand still cupping your cheek. His other hand reaches up to cup your other cheek, his eyes studying yours. You hold your breath, eyes glancing from his to his lips. Is he going to kiss you? You want him to kiss you, really bad. He pulls you closer to him, and then he does it. He can’t help it, the way your watery eyes are looking up at him tempt him to you. He presses his lips gently against yours for a soft kiss. He tries to pull back, but you curl your hands around his jacket and pull him back to you roughly. 

The Doctor’s body collides with yours, and his arms curl around your back as your lips move desperately against his. You can tell he intended for this to be a soft and sweet kiss, he’s old fashioned like that. But you’ve been waiting for this for so long, you can’t control your hands as they pull him closer to you, as close as he can get. You want to feel every inch of his body pressed against yours. But his hands press against your shoulders, pushing you back lightly. He doesn’t let you get too far though, he keeps his arms around you and your body pressed firmly against his. His eyes are wide, and there’s a cheeky grin pulling at his face. 

“Well hello.” The Doctor says softly, his forehead resting against yours. Your cheeks color, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. You hate that you’re so much shorter than him, he however revels in this fact. 

“Shall we go home?” He asks, stepping into your room to grab your handbag. He spots the contract sitting on your desk, flipped open to the 197th page, and a highlighter sitting on top. 

“Y/N, were you considering this?” He asks, both hearts nervously racing. In truth, you weren’t. You just had nothing better to do waiting for him then look over this stupid contract. However, you still wanted to make The Doctor squirm a little. 

“Maybe...how was I to know when you’d come back? You said you accidentally left Amy for 12 years. How was I supposed to know you would come back so soon!” You exclaim, loving the way he anxiously shifts from foot to foot. 

“So you were?” He asked, wounded sad eyes looking up at you. 

“He was good in bed.” You lie, he was terrible in bed and you only slept with him the one time. It was so awful you never did it again, he didn’t warm you up and finished in 30 seconds. The Doctor stiffens, a much different look in his eyes now. Something fierce and angry shines in them, and his hands begin to twitch. 

“Have you slept with him recently? Since you’ve been waiting for me?” The Doctor asked, and he knows he doesn’t really have a right to ask. He shouldn’t, it’s improper enough to make him blush, usually. Now however, he’s too angry to pay attention to how improper and forward it is. 

“What would you do if I said yes?” You asked softly, eyes peering up at him as he slowly approached you. The Doctor wrapped one arm around your body, yanking you against him. You were breathless as your hands landed on his chest, your lust blown eyes staring up at him almost dreamily. His lips were brushing against yours, you could feel his breath. 

“Has he seen you? Touched you? Recently?” The Doctor asks again, although this one sounded more like a demand than a question. He ghosts his lips over yours, and you so desperately want him to kiss you again. 

“No, no I was just trying to make you angry.” You admit wantonly, pressing yourself against him and trying to lean up on your tippy toes to connect your lips. The Doctor hums, allowing you a short but heated kiss before he pulls back again. 

“You did.” He confirms, kissing you once, twice, three times before the sound of the front door closing gets both your attention. You exit your room first, and the sight before you makes anger bubble in your chest. It’s your Mother, standing in the living room with Todd Farlan. The man you will not be marrying. He doesn't look like he wants to be here, your Mother likely made him.

“What the hell is this?” You snap, feeling a warm presence behind you. Your Mother narrows her eyes at The Doctor, especially at the close proximity between the two of you. 

“Is this why you’ve been so impertinent? Because you love this man?” Your Mother sneers, and Todd looks very uncomfortable. 

“Yes! I love The Doctor, and nothing you say or do will change that. I’m not going to marry Todd.” You snap, and you feel The Doctor gently take your hand in his. You pull him towards the door, sending your little sister a sad smile before exiting the apartment. The two of you walk back to the Tardis in silence, but your hand stays wrapped safely in his. You realize suddenly that you really do feel safe with The Doctor in all ways, you know your heart is safe with him too. He opens the door for you and your eyes water at the basket sitting on the console. It’s filled with all of your favorite things, things for a perfect relaxing day in. 

“Did you do that?” You ask, knowing there’s nobody else who could have done it. 

“It's why I was late.” He says sadly, eyes meeting yours when you move to stand right in front of him. You don’t say anything, you just wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him tenderly. Now that he’s kissed you, you don’t ever want to stop kissing him. His hands find your hips and he gives you a small smile. 

“It’s alright, I forgive you.” You say softly, and he presses his forehead against yours. 

“Doctor?” You breathe, you squirm as you feel a nervous wriggling in your belly. You can’t really believe you’re about to say this, but the aching from between your thighs is unbearable and only he can fix it. He hums, his attention on you, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek. 

“I…I want-” You cut yourself off, you can’t say this. You can’t. The Doctor already knows what you want, can see it in the way your fingers play absentmindedly with the button of his trousers. He really wants to hear you say it though. 

“What do you want, my love? C’mon darling, use your words.” The Doctor prods gently, and you squirm under his knowing gaze. 

“More.” You reply, your voice small and quiet. The Doctor presses a loving kiss to your forehead. 

“More what?” He asks, and you give him a look that says, you’re really going to make me say it? 

“More kissing, more touching.” You explain shyly, and The Doctor’s smile only grows. The Doctor’s hands lift you up from under your thighs, you sequel in surprise as your legs wrap around his hips. You can feel him hardening in his trousers, and you moan softly when he presses against your aching center. His arms wind around your back, pressing you close to him as his lips press to your neck. The sound makes a shiver ripple down his spine, he wants to hear you make that sound again and again and again. The Doctor isn’t paying attention to where he’s going, being far too occupied with your quiet moaning to look so the Tardis helps and materializes your room right in front of him. 

He stumbles through the door and to your bed, placing you gently onto it. He leans back and looks down at you, the stunning view in front of him not one he wants to take his eyes off anytime soon. Your loose tank top you’d been wearing for bed has slipped down, your breasts practically spilling out of it. Your pajama shorts were hiking up, revealing more and more of your thighs. The Doctor feels nearly overwhelmed with lust, he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He doesn’t want to hurt you because he’s lost himself in a lust-filled frenzy. 

“Is this alright?” The Doctor asks softly, and you nod. You look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. It warms him up from the inside out, and he leans down over you to kiss you again. He moves slowly, languidly, softly against your lips as he lays you more firmly against the mattress. He is old fashioned after all, and is it not the gentlemans job to take care of all his loves needs? The Doctor’s hands thumb the hem of your tank top, and you lean up to let him lift it off you. Your bare chest is instantly revealed to him, you were about to go to bed, you hadn’t been wearing a bra. Your cheeks color and warm. 

“Beautiful my love, absolutely beautiful.” The Doctor breathed in awe, leaning down to press his lips against your soft skin. His lips landed between your breasts and The Doctor closed his eyes, it’s been a very long time since he has even attempted to indulge this rather primal need. Not since he was with his wife on Gallifrey, and even she passed a few years before the Time War- point is: it’s been a really really long time and The Doctor is struggling to restrain himself. His lips travel across your breasts, stopping at your nipple to bite gently and pull a few soft, desperate moans from you. 

“Please don’t go anywhere.” You beg suddenly, and the desperation hiding in your tone makes The Doctor’s chest hurt. 

“I won’t my love, I’m here. I’ll take care of everything, just lay back alright?” The Doctor says lovingly, and you can only nod dumbly. He hooks his thumbs into your shorts and presses a kiss to your hip bone before pulling them down and off your feet, tossing them behind him. He feels a swell of heat rush through his entire body, and he is rock hard by now. You aren’t wearing any panties, and he can instantly see your wet cunt. He can smell your wet cunt, being a Time Lord has that effect. It’s intoxicating, and slowly driving him mad. He takes your ankles and roughly yanks you down the bed, his composure is slipping. 

“How long?” You ask, you can feel his palms shaking. Can see how lost and unfocused his eyes are. They are scanning your entire body, and he’s mouthing hotly at your neck and breasts. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine, one hand coming up to cradle the back of his head, holding him firmly to you. 

“Too long.” Is what he mumbles against you, his fingers reaching up to unbutton his vest. His jacket has long since been thrown off, and his bowtie discarded in the pile somewhere as well. 

“You have so many layers.” You whine, and The Doctor smiles at the neediness in your tone. He presses your hips together then, momentarily holding onto your hips so he can grind himself against you. 

“Patience my love.” He smiles, finally shaking off his vest and shirt. Your hands are instantly exploring his smooth warm chest, touching all the skin that’s been revealed to you. He leans over you again, his lips pressing against yours. His lips move slowly against yours, and you moan softly against his mouth. The Doctor trails his hands down your stomach lightly, and along your inner thighs. You’ve parted your legs wider to make room for him, and the Doctor reaches down to release some pressure in his trousers. He unbuttons them and yanks the zipper down, releasing a sigh as some of the suffocating pressure is released. 

“More.” You beg against his lips softly, and how could The Doctor deny such a request from his love? He trails his hands up your inner thighs, and he finally parts your folds gently, feeling for your entrance. 

“Oh,” You gasp, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The Doctor carefully slides 2 fingers inside you, and you moan at the sudden intrusion. 

“I’m sorry my love, was that too much?” The Doctor asks, panic seeping in that he’s done something wrong because he can’t control his impulses. But to his surprise, you shake your head quickly, your head tossed to the side and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. 

“No, please keep going, my love.” You beg quickly, wriggling your hips so he starts moving. The Doctor smiles, pressing a kiss to your neck as he starts to thrust his fingers into you at a slow and steady pace, he wants to take you apart lovingly, carefully, not rough and hasty. That’s not what you deserve. You moan louder, more desperately as your back arches and you press your bare chest against his.

The Doctor is having a hard time believing this is really happening.

He keeps thrusting his fingers into you, and you can feel your orgasm slowly building. The Doctor pulls back to look at your face, and the look on your face takes his breath away. Your head is tossed back against the pillow, your eyes closed and your mouth parted as you moan and cry out in his ear. The Doctor thinks this right here might be heaven, and he doesn’t even believe in heaven. 

“I’m going to come, oh God Doctor please please-” You’re rambling, and The Doctor keeps moving his fingers. You squeeze around him suddenly, coming and gushing around him. The Doctor groans against your neck, his cock throbbing in his trousers at the sight of you soaked and twitching from oversensitivity. After a few minutes of The Doctor pressing gentle kisses to your neck, chest and collarbones while you recovered from your orgasm, you looked up at him again. 

“More.” You said again and The Doctor smiled fondly above you, and he swears if it were possible, there would be cartoon hearts circling above his head. 

“Are you sure you can handle more my love?” The Doctor asks softly and you nod quickly. 

“Yes please, I um… I want to feel you inside me. I want to be yours.” You admit, avoiding looking in his eyes by trailing your fingers across the moles and occasional freckles across his neck and shoulders. The Doctor’s mind goes completely blank at your words, the lust overpowering everything else. Your words go straight to his cock, and he presses his lips against yours quickly. 

“You’re already mine.” He promises between kisses and you believe him. You reach your hand down, pushing at his trousers and boxers beneath. The Doctor helps you finish undressing him, and he kicks his trousers off to the side before leaning over you again. 

“Y/N, my love, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” The Doctor asks, he needs to ask. Needs to know you want this, needs to know you won’t come to your senses later and realize you made a mistake. He wouldn’t be able to bear it. Sex was not something that was casual to The Doctor, he didn’t have sex ever. Unless it was with someone he really, truly loved. 

“Yes I’m sure, please I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel you.” You beg, eliminating any fear from The Doctor’s mind of you changing your mind. The Doctor leaned back then, grasping the base of his cock with one hand while he braced himself over you with the other. He lined himself up with your entrance, dragging his tip from your entrance to your clit to warm you up. The Doctor pressed his lips against yours, he was a romantic at heart. He wanted, needed, to be close to you. He eased himself into you as soon as your lips touched, and your back rose, pressing your chest against him as you cried out sharply. 

“You’re so big oh my God-” You gasp, and The Doctor cradles you lovingly against him and he slowly works himself inside you. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, Time Lords weren’t designed to breed with Humans. There’s a bit of a size difference.” He explains, his voice strained. You’re so tight, so wet and warm, and you’re squeezing him so so tightly. Once The Doctor has his pelvis pressed flush against yours he stays still, to calm the racing of his hearts. You’re squirming against him, gasping and moaning as slick gushes out of you. The intrusion is intense, and the stretch it takes to accommodate him burns. 

“Darling, is it too much? Do you need me to stop?” The Doctor asks when he notices the pain on your face, even though the thought of stopping now seems impossible. 

“Don’t you dare.” You warn, eyes watery as you look up at him. The Doctor holds your body against his, propping himself on his forearms above you. Your legs wind around his waist, and your arms grasp at his shoulders. The Doctor kisses your forehead as he pulls his hips back, all the way back until just the tip is inside you. Then he swiftly slides back into you at a steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow. You cry out desperately as he steadily thrusts into you, panting against your shoulder. The Doctor pulls his head back to watch where you two connect, the place where both of you become one. The sight of his cock disappearing inside you again and again makes The Doctor feel tingly and warm all over. 

The Doctor leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, and you moan against him as your legs begin to tremble. 

“Going to come-” You whine desperately, and The Doctor changes the angle of his hips just enough to make your toes curl and tears to slip from the corners of your eyes. The Doctor reaches one hand up to swirl at your clit, rubbing it in soft, gentle circles. The other hand cups your cheek, wiping gently at your tears.

“Come for me my love, I want to feel you.” The Doctor breathes and that’s all you need to tumble over the edge. You squeeze around him, and your nails bite into his shoulders, dragging upwards as you cry out and writhe against him. The Doctor curls his arms around your body to try and hold you still, and your eyes meet his and it’s simply erotic. 

“Keep looking at me.” The Doctor instructs and you force your eyes open so you can keep looking at him. The pleasure is overwhelming, he keeps thrusting and it keeps going, the hot pleasure washing over you. 

“Where do you want me to- God- to come my love?” The Doctor asks and you know where instantly. 

“Inside me, please please come inside me.” You beg, and The Doctor groans against you as he buries his face in your neck. The Doctor keeps pushing into you, until he presses himself as deep as he can go and you feel him coming inside you in hot spurts. The Doctor presses his forehead against yours, and you feel him softening inside you. 

“Are you alright, my love?” He asks, but you don’t respond. The Doctor pulls back instantly, his hands cradling your face. Your eyes are closed. Panic spikes hot in his chest, did he hurt you? Time Lords and Humans don’t normally have sex, was it too much for you? 

“Y/N, my love, open your eyes.” The Doctor pleads, and you slowly peek one eye open. A smile tugs at your lips when you see the worry in his eyes. 

“I’m just relaxing, you worry too much.” You tease, and The Doctor releases a shaky breath. 

“You scared me.” He says, carefully pulling himself out of your warm heat. You whine, lazily grabbing at his hips as he withdraws himself from you. 

“I have to clean you up my love.” The Doctor whispers softly, pressing kisses to your hairline as he scoops you up in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom and places you gently on the counter. The counter is cold beneath your heated skin and you jump when he puts you down. The Doctor kisses your temple before leaning down to draw your bath. After the water has started to fill the tub, he turns for the door. 

“Wait, where are you going?” You ask nervously, you don’t want him to go. The Doctor smiles fondly at you, kissing your head. 

“I’ll be right back my love, I’m going to get all that fancy bath stuff I got you.” The Doctor kisses you and then retreats from the bathroom. You smile to yourself, feeling happiness overwhelming you before you slide into the warm bath water. 

[helloagain-shinyred]

*awkwardly shuffles up to you* So I have good news, and I have bad news.

The bad news is that a few months ago, I lost access to the google account that I was using to write and store all of my fics. I didn’t get any warning before it was deleted, so I didn’t have time to transfer anything to my backup account. I lost a lot of work on a lot of fics, and it really killed my motivation to write. I’m still kinda reeling, tbh.

The good news is that while I did lose some important documents for ‘Hello Again’ (the plot outline as well as a half-finished chapter), it was one of the few fics that actually didn’t suffer much of a loss compared to others. Some of my fics had three or four chapters fully finished that I was just waiting to post at their scheduled time. Thank god ‘Hello Again’ was on a hiatus, lol.

The even better news is that I’m currently getting myself back on track to resume work on ‘Hello Again.’ I can’t promise anything right now or give a timeline for when the next chapter will be ready, but as of right now I’m in the middle of re-reading the whole fic and trying to piece together what I remember of the plot outline and where everything was going. Once that’s done, I’ll be able to start on the next chapter.

Thank you all for your patience during this time of wandering hyperfixation. I’ve gone from Trolls to Beetlejuice to Hazbin Hotel, and now I’m finally starting to circle back to FNAF after all this time. Thanks again for sticking around.

The lesson here: BACK UP YOUR WORK. MAKE MULTIPLE COPIES IN MULTIPLE LOCATIONS.

[dreaming-medium]

Let me first say that the way I scream when I see your updates should be studied. I was partially awake this morning when I checked my phone & once I saw your update, I woke straight up! Who needs energy drinks when a new Animals without Direction chapter drops?!?

Second, the way I’ve been wanting to reread this story all the way through again has been clawing at me. I’ve just been waiting for a chapter to end with some happiness & hope & I feel like we’re almost there! It’s giving a chapter or two more, I feel it! ( I took you saying that this was the last serious torture chapter as a way to say they will be released by next chapter lmao)

I hope you know that to me, this story is the BEST skz , specifically OT8, story I have read & I’ve read a lot. Not one of the best, THE best. Truly, nothing compares to this one for me. I can’t wait to see just how far it goes.

EEEE I’m so glad you love it so much!!!

Also I legit just got so happy seeing your username in my inbox again 💖

It’s so funny you would say you want to reread it since I literally reread my own fic constantly LOL I eat up my own writing like “Daaaaamn this is so good?”

My plan once I eventually finish the series is to go back and do some big time edits! I know I also want to add stuff to the story too once everything is said and done :) there’s some little scenes that I maybe didn’t have the energy to write at the time that i would want to put in there. Like I keep kicking myself for not putting more Jisung time in there when they were traveling back before the MC got injured!

So I would highly recommend a reread after it’s finished ;))

I am serious when I say better times are juuuuuuust ok the horizon! Pinky promise! Our girl needs some love and care right now 💖💖

🥺🥺 oh my goodness. Thank you. Really. That means so much to me, you have no idea. I promise I’ll keep up the great work for you 💖💖 much much love to you!!

[minimindi]

Elation -a Microfic May story

Text message convo between besties.... Harry is a house husband who's maybe not the best at it but Ginny knows this and loves him anyways lol

Harry: hey Hermione I need your help. ya ya I know, we’re adults now and I’m supposed to know how to do laundry by myself. But this spell just won’t work for me and if Ginny comes home and sees the place looking like Peeves moved in then I’m done for.

Hermione: oh Harry! If you can’t make the *simple* spell work for you (though I don’t think that’s the case) then just get the laundry done the muggle way. 

Harry: …… no. 

Hermione: Laundry done the muggle way is wonderful you dolt! I find it to be quite calming, and I rarely use the spell myself. 

Harry: Hermione please! You don’t want Gin to kill me. Please come over?! You’ll have this sorted in minutes!

Hermione: I can’t. I already have plans. 

Harry: ???

Hermione: They’re longstanding plans, weeks of planning you know. I can’t just cancel. You’re on your own Harry. I suggest you buy Ginny some flowers now before she sees the mess you’ve made. 

Harry: Don’t try to deflect from the topic… you have plans?! “Longstanding” ones? Is this a date?!

Hermione: Well I did get wine so I think it is. Yes, it’s a date. 

Harry: wait… didn’t the latest edition of Hogwarts, A History come out today?

Hermione: oh, did it?..

Harry: you’re going to be alone, sipping wine and reading it tonight, aren’t you?

Hermione: I even took time off this afternoon to get home sooner so that I have time for two read throughs! Once for enjoyment and once with the other editions open so that I can compare them. I’m so excited! You have no idea how hard it’s been to concentrate at work today. I’ve been utterly useless and I don’t really care. I’m too elated to care right now!

Harry: …………….

Harry: I’m… I’m being ditched for a book?

Hermione: goodbye Harry. Don’t forget to send the flowers to your wife. Good luck!

[ryansjane]

I’m so glad you summoned us to your ask box bc I agree that watching cooking crush is so lonely. I am constantly lurking in the tag and its so depressing compared to the energy ‘not me’ got every sunday. I am so happy that offgun are doing a romcom. I know that you like angsty offgun but I desperately needed an offgun show that is lighthearted and cc is serving. Gun is shining in this show and I love that he lives with his grandma and sister. I have always found that Gun bounces off of actresses really well, especially older women, and he makes dynamics with them seem really natural and comforting. And holy moly is Off Jumpol blessing my eyeballs. I find myself swooning every time he comes on screen and this character feels so soft. I love how gentle Ten is with Prem. The way he quietly accepted that Prem was willing to teach him despite Prem screwing with him earlier in the episode. And then reassuring Prem that he is a good cook. Ugh I am so living for this dynamic and can’t wait to see what offgun do with it further.

But gmmtv and I will have words about them not releasing the full versions on youtube. Like what more can they do to inhibit offgun?

yeah to be fair I never expected the fandom experience for cc to be anywhere near not me bc that kind of collective watching experience can never be matched, but I'm glad many people have taken up my open call to discuss cooking crush lol bc it was getting lonely!

honestly, while I do love my angst & deeper topics, I've been glad that cooking crush is a silly romcom since the first trailer dropped. as I said in my gmmtv 2022 reaction video, I think we do need a breather after how intense & life-changing not me was, and also offgun are just SO GOOD at romcoms bruh, it's the perfect genre for them (even though they've slayed every genre they've been in too!) also I have this theory that cooking crush was chosen for offgun specifically to bring them back to their "bankable" image that they lost due to not me being too political & half of the entertainment kinda blacklisting them, which while not me being censored is bullshit, I am glad that it's not gonna affect offgun's careers long term & they're now back to getting more events & ads together!

you're so right about gun bouncing off actresses & especially older ones very well, I 100% agree! prem's ama is my fave I love her, she's such a good supportive force in prem's life :))) as for ten being super gentle & soft, YES!!! I was told before the show aired that novel!ten is like the softest man in existence, yet off still managed to exceed my expectations! especially after sean who was his roughest character to date hahaha! ten just feels like a big teddy bear, every time he appears on screen I wanna squish his cheeks 🥺 ten is really as forgiving as sean was hahaha, whoops I think I found another favorite character! the tenprem dynamic is literal perfection, though. they match each other so well I think I might pass away once they get together 😭

gmmtv is so fucking weird, like they still stand behind offgun & give them shows & fanmeets, etc. but at the same time they often do a terrible job promoting them. here what upsets me the most is that gmmtv actually was promoting cooking crush pretty damn well, but they set up cooking crush with their contract with wetv. it's nice that wetv seems to have given cc a lot of funds, which is why it was their headlining thai show of the year at their event in september, but I think in exchange they refused to have gmmtv post the full uncut eps to make it a wetv exclusive, which is bullshit. while gmmtv couldn't do much against it, they couldn't have discussed other ways, like they've done for other shows. it just really sucks bc the uncut version is the only great way to watch the show, but I wanna support the show on gmmtv's channel too :(

xxx

[chattegeorgiana]

Hey Chatte hope all is well! I saw your special Narusakra comic and your most recent post on IG showing off the Crown of the Sun for Sakura. Can’t wait to read & see how she gets there. I saw a lot of awesome pieces for NarSaukra day so I want to thank you and the rest of the community for keeping it alive.

I have been rereading Kaika and the chapters 11-13 so far are my favorite. I’m excited to how you are going to make the aliens/gods work and to be honest you have done a better than the canon. As for everyone’s favorite snake sanin I’m interested to how he ends in the plot. While personally I didn’t care for him be a “good” guy in canon in the present. He will always be a creature of habit and self serving. So I’m excited. Also a headcannon I thought of regarding him and Shina’s Gen. He would be interested Shina the most compared to the U twins probably feed up with Uchilas in general. Also given the fact that he probably shoot’s himself for overlooking Naruto and Sakura originally for the more polished product in Sauake. Shina also looking and sharing personality with Minmato would be funny because he would take as Minmato ghost coming back and trolling him. Best part is Shina would have no idea how much his presence would be triggering for him lol.

One last point it’s a little something I wanted to share with you. So I used to live in this suburb next to Newark NJ, USA and in Newark there is this section called Forest Hills. This neighborhood is famous for two reasons one is its old fashion mansions and Branch Brooke Park, which has over 5,000 Japanese cherry blossoms trees planted there. They have their own cherry blossoms festival and everything.

Hiii dear, welcome back again to my inbox!

Glad to hear you liked the NaruSaku special and Sakura's Crown of the Sun art.

To be honest, can't wait to get there myself. I have sooo many interesting ideas about how she gets it. Too many even, lol. I finally got to understand what other writers were meaning when they said you will get to discard some ideas at some point.

In the beginning I was like naa, I won't be doing that. But with time the ideas developed so much, that I see no other way than to drop a few from the beginning or better said, reform some of them to fit the new, updated idea lol.

Also thank you for your kind words. It is my pleasure, and many other artists, I'm sure, to keep the community alive.

After all, it's just pure love for them and that's it. We're free of the shackles of canon, so yay for us!

Now, to get back to Kaika.

First of all, thank you once again for your compliments! I'm so happy to see you liked what - at least - I'm trying to do there with the Otsutsukis.

I believe that the idea with them was not bad. It's the execution that's problematic, imo. That's why I tried to take a different route with them, while still referencing the canon element. I will be referencing a lot of elements from the OG franchise, because I do like the idea. I just don't like the execution.

As for Orochimaru well... We have a here saying in my country that says the wolf changes its fur, but not its habits.

What I can say is that, that's what I'll follow. Narratively as well.

Because like you said, deep down, he's a creature of habit. Habits are our second nature. That's why it's not that easy to change one self and you first gotta change your habits.

In OG it is shown to us that Oro didn't actually changed his habits at all, he is just being let loose. Which narratively makes so little sense?

You tell me that the man who basically put in motion everything that we've been witnessing along the path of Naruto manga, is just going to be left to do whatever he wants because... he's a necessary evil?

That's not how you act with the necessary evil. You don't let it loose and just barely keep him under supervision, imo.

If anything, he's a "joker" type of character. You never know when he's gonna pop off the box to scare ya away with some machiavellian ploy.

As for your headcanon of him and Shina, well, there is a common element in there that we have. I can't say that he's fed-up with the Uchihas (after all, Uchihas were his obsession), but...

I have a certain idea in mind about the path I have with him and him overlooking Naruto & Sakura's family, generally, because well, Sakura Haruno doesn't come from any prestigious clan that could benefit his pursuits, right?

And yet, surprise-surprise, the ones you least expect are the ones who get to bring the biggest turnarounds.

The thing is, I have two routes I want to take with him in terms of his eventual demise and I'm undecided on which side to go with, lol.

One involved him and Tsunade and was kinda dramatic, and the other one involves NaruSaku family, ironically. So I really don't know which way to go.

Because all this will be happening in Kaika Shinsei's timeline, which I am yet to settle.

I guess I'll see after I finish writing Saisei how things evolve until then, so that'll probably help me decide.

And WOOW, thank you so much for sharing that piece of info with me?! I ADORE cherry blossoms.

I grew-up with them and other types of blossoms, so for me, spring blossoms, especially cherry ones, are very special.

Actually the city where I moved has some parks filled with

I dream of travelling to Japan one day and live the original cherry blossoms season experience. But until then I enjoy the wanna-be one from here haha.

ANyway, thanks once again for the ask. Hope you have an amazing rest of your time today/tonight. <3

[kimtranssexler]

Ok I finished trigun stampede an few hours ago and um my review of the show overall: quite a few epic moments, the last episode was mostly epicness with not too many complaints, it was fun to watch. However overall the way the plot is told is needlessly packed…. we need some time to breathe! I feel like I just watched 8 season finales in a row. It just KEEPS pressing on.

Just….there’s no TIME for anything! I feel like I would not have gotten attached to the characters of Meryl and Wolfwood at ALL if I did not know them prior. I certainly did not have time to get attached to Roberto, and I feel like his screen time is basically the same as Meryl’s. Like, there’s just major event-after-major event and absolutely no time for us to get attached to characters, because almost every single one of their interactions happens when they’re under pressure, which simply doesn’t give us a well-rounded impression of them.

+ Plus points for Vash’s Stampede redesign; he looks the least like his manga counterpart but I actually think he retains his energy the most out of all the characters. It’s cute!

+ Plus points for Meryl, I liked Meryl and I can’t wait to see her in s2. She didn’t do much in this season but I think most of her scenes were really fun and actually showed a lot of character when compared to Wolfwood. Maybe that’s just me ?

- Minus points for Elendira being a child!!! And…I think not trans? Why are you nerfing one of like three women in this season AND the only LGBTQ character in the entire series!!!

* Neutral points for Brad being an adult, it was actually kinda cute bc in the manga Vash is the one who’s like “aww look how much you’ve grown ☺️”.

+ Plus points for the Vash backstory at his “Home” overall, I thought that was a real nice touch, I enjoy how they expanded on it and showed his life after the fall but before he became “the Stampede.”

- Minus points for Wolfwood bc who is that. That’s not Wolfwood that’s Dogbark. He’s just edgy and nothing else, like I’m sorry but he’s boring. In the manga he’s fun bc he’s dark but the fun from his banter doesn’t just come straight from edge, he’s a little silly and it plays off Vash. And his “edginess” is actually sensical nihilism and not Hot Topic teenage angst, as it is in Stampede.

- Also ik Nightow himself not have the greatest consistency when coloring his skin but Studio Orange you could have made him slightly visibly darker. Literally I’m pretty sure even ‘98 anime was better and his shading flip flopped a LOT in that one. Also give him his nose back! No excuses.

- Basically NO reason to introduce Livio this early on, especially since we see them for ONE episode. Like you’re just cluttering the show by introducing all the cool stuff all at once. He’s completely forgettable, simply because SO much shit happens in this show! STOP IT!!!! STOP! PLEASE! JUST GIVE US! A FUCKING! MINUTE! TO! CATCH! UP!!!!!!!!!

+ However shifting the timeline around for CERTAIN things was done well (eg Vash losing his arm at that one place instead of July). Like I’m actually pretty impressed w how they recontexualized certain things to rewrite the plot as a backstory while still maintaining cohesion.

+ I love Zazie the beast! I’m glad we see a lot of them! Plus points!

* Neutral points for making Knives the twin with more Plant powers? Like where he doesn’t eat? I have no opinions on it, just wondering why they chose to do that.

+ I like Knives bubble wrap cloak a lot! I also like the piano thing, it’s really cool.

Ummmmm ya that’s my critique. Epic stuff happens but like it’s just all epic stuff. And epic stuff with no substance is worse than no epicness at all. I would maybe say the problem is that it’s all fanservice. But idk which fan this is servicing lol. It’s like….almost like MCU? Maybe it’s Marvelization. Maybe that’s what I’m looking for. Too much cool stuff. Just show me the fucking cat or something. Give me 1 (one) funny moment. Idk.

Edit: wait one more thing. I’m sad that they didn’t make baby Knives the more outgoing/hopeful one. I really enjoyed that in the manga, bc I thought it added so much to his character.

[the-queenoftrash]

Alright I’m gonna try something

Milly’s Raincode Playthrough Post

New to Tumblr so idk this will work but I’m gonna try to keep editing/updating this post as I play through Raincode with my thoughts and stuff. Full spoilers for the game but I’ll mark stuff as I go along. If this works out I’ll do it for other media i experience too! Feel free to check back occasionally as I update this post.

So I think that barrier means now you have to actively click through to read so I should be able to start typing spoils now.

Chapter 0 -

This one’ll be a bit different since I already completed it by the time of typing this but I enjoyed this chapter! It’s been a while since I’ve played danganronpa or watched akudama drive so I forgot how,, unhinged Kodaka was. I also didn’t really follow the marketing material so I thought we were legitimately being introduced to the main cast LOL. Melami’s design was really cute… Yuma and Shinigami’s relationship reminds me of Ryuki and Tama’s from AINI, so that’s to say I enjoyed them.

When first broke into the infirmary I felt like there was some fuckery going on cause the body burned too quickly but I thought that was just a suspense of disbelief moment… I was expecting a simple first case so I was actually tricked. The cart switch was kinda a weird plot point but I didn’t feel cheated tbh.

I enjoyed the gameplay of the labyrinth but it felt a little lonely compared to the class trials. Not gonna hold this against the game yet though cause I know later on other character’s will join you.

Game’ll be fun if it keeps this up!

Prologue -

Now I’m gonna be kinda writing down my thoughts as I go along.

Escaping Kaiji Tang is impossible holy shit

Why do they make him play all the hot characters

I remember Kodaka saying somewhere once he liked writing delinquents/outcasts because they were more interesting, so it’s interesting to see even in a detective game he tried to make that the case

Hm, so there’s gotta be something about the rain. They’re bringing it up so it’s not just an aesthetic thing. Probably some mind control virus or some shit..

Love the city’s aesthetic

RINDO TWEWY?????

Non-binary,,,,, so real

I recognize this girls VA… I know what you are……. But who… OH ITS HARU THATS WHY

THEIR NAME IS NIGHTMARE?????? So real

Luke from Streets??? Damn how did the dub department have this much budget LOL

Yakou,, babygirl,, don’t give up all hope, I am here…

Fubuki is so real tbh I don’t remember anything

Yuma’s gonna unlock an insane forte in the final act isn’t he

Also this music is going crazy btw super chill

The ultimate secret… the 16th detective… lying hidden somewhere in this rain..

Interesting that this game seems to directly follow up Damganronpa V3’s themes of truth vs lies

The end of this game is gonna dumb as hell I can’t wait. Great global mystery? Fuck that’s gonna be so stupid I can’t wait.

Alright that’s the prologue done. Like the characters so far but I’m interested in how the chapters are gonna be set up since this set up doesn’t feel like it fits a ton of individual murders? Idk. We’ll see I guess.

Chapter 1 -

Hm so something to do with voodoo dolls… off the bat I’m guessing whoever the killer is, is associated with Amaterasu and will try to pin the killings on some religious fate or something

Weird that they’re just staying in a hotel when what is basically the government obviously wants them dead LOL

Yakou just let him cook you don’t see the vision of his dish

What if number one is dead and that’s what shinigami knows about him!!!

Cloaked figure that’s the same height as Yuma (short baby man) hm not suspicious at all definitely no time travel twin weirdness happening

Vivia is such an odd little man I like him

Hm the book he’s reading feels like it’s gonna parallel either one of the chapters or the whole game hm… someone who was already dead, making someone come back day by day to do the same thing… number one is dead theory is going WILD

Nail man sounds like a really stupid super hero/villain that flopped after a single issue. Couldn’t stack up to Big Wheel from spider man

SHINIGAMI WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

These load times are ROUGH man

I love that they made the gremlin mascot character that Monokuma was into our ally this time

The peace keepers definitely planted the hammer on the guy they arrested or something

Oh the save icon is halara I wonder who our partner is gonna be

HALARA GO ENBY GOOOO

Damn Halara you can’t just extort a kid like that

Shinigami even if you can’t create money just go like!! Steal it idk girl!!

Surprised the peacekeepers even keep track of the cases

Only the info in the report can be sent to the media so they aren’t just playing dumb, they do know more. Does the nail man work for them?

Danganronpa ⁉️

This killer is extra. You strangle them and then do a big mystery box with nails? Ok bro.

Yuma the culprit literally had a rope how do you think he got down

Alright that’s the first investigation I guess. Is there gonna be more victims or something or is this all we have to work with?

They weren’t walking through the wall they had a fucking rope!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was !! A fucking rope!!!

Seth bring do quiet he needs a megaphone is just like me fr

We’re gonna enter the mystery labyrinth right as the execution starts aren’t we? Is that gonna be a running theme of only using it at the last minute?

Kodaka please make Halara an enby like I heard pre launch instead of a gender reveal plot twist please I wanna like this game I’m begging you kodaka please please I do not trust you

Ah so are these priests our culprit list? Well before taking to them I’m gonna call out the big one.

The nun is way too sus to be the culprit. Saying you’re with the peace keepers? Nuh uh.

Alright so it’s definitely the Servernt or Worshipper I think. I’m leaning towards Servant.

Does Halara’s forte have to do with the intel they gathered and hope they were waiting?

Oh nvm they just told us LOL

That’s a convenient forte lmao

Hm specifying that only a thin person could get through the vent ok so that leaves out the servant since the game was literally making jokes about him being fat

Yknow, respect to the killer for valuing aesthetics lol

Glad they kept the pink blood

Hm so our partner just forgets about the case when they come into the labyrinth? I guess that makes sense since the others are more skilled than us

Halara is so nonchalant lmao

BUSH SETH!!! No wonder he shows up at a tower

Yuma not understanding the concept of ropes is stupid bro!!! I get it but!!!

That nun looking super sussy idk they wouldn’t make it that obvious but

This mansion got me stumped

Nah that throw definitely took the killer a few times 💀💀💀

Hm maybe the third locked room was a copycat cause Halara calls it amateurish and it doesn’t bring us any closers…

Bluffing? That’s how you get false confessions too Halara

Hm phantom Seth is still alive though, there’s more here

IT WAS A COPYCAT I WAS RIGHT

It’s obviously not the kid but I’m trying anyway

Shit

Hm maybe it was the servant since we were most clearly thrown off his trail before. If that doesn’t work than I guess the nun.

Oh by having info it meant the worshipper oopsie

Shinigami you can just possess bodies LOL at least make the confession convincing

Hellsmile is a hell of a last name. Heh. Hell.

I wonder what the point of saving us from Seth is, not like that helps them in any way

HOW DOES THIS KID KNOW ABOUT THE SUB???

Awwwww that’s so cute

Well I guess that’s Chapter 1! I’m liking the game so far but I hope cases get a bit more personal. Danganronpa made things super personal by making the cases about characters you’ve spent hours learning about and ace attorney lets you meet the chapters cast for a while before any dramatics. Raincode hasn’t really offered that in this chapter (it kinda did in ch0 by introducing a fake cast).

Anyway onto ch2!

Chapter 2 -

This Desuhiko dude is kinda annoying ngl

Oh he’s gonna be a murderer in a future chapter isnt he? There’s no way they don’t use his power for the mystery and just have it during investigation

Yakou you are never getting that food

Secret research? Oh god this is gonna get wacky at the end

Shinigami when she sees a teen who doesn’t have boobs touching the floor (ugly)

“The peacekeepers were eager to take the body” and “secret research” oh fuck no Nuh uh no way

I am going to kill desuhiko i think

Stab burn murder kill stabby stab explode rip tear

I’m not prepared to have 50% of this chapter’s cast be completely annoying

Yuma just like me no way

First impressions is the honor student is the killer

Oh I just realized we’re gonna have to kill a high schooler oh

Yuma so skilled his fem voice doesn’t even have to exist‼️

I’m gonna be real I’m not absorbing any of this play

Oh girl’s fucking dead ok

Could Kurumi be the killer somehow????

Ah

Well I was excited to have a connection to the chapter’s mystery as a partner but if she’s being arrested there goes that idea

Everyone thinks Yoshiko did it so it can’t be her

SOMEONE KILL THIS GREMLIN MAN DESUHIKO I HATE HIMMMMM

Martina?? Imposter????? Like??? Among!??? Us???

That’s a lot of mystery phantoms goddamn

I have genuinely no clue who the culprit may be

atp I think all these girls are just haters and did it together

Ok yeah

Oh so they did it as revenge…

oh

Shinigami you don’t *have* to do them like that yknow

ok

The homunculus is gonna be made of the corpses isn’t it fuck off Nuh uh no way girl I am not sleeping if I see that thing

Oh is Kurumi gonna be a reoccurring character now?

Vivia sus as hell he’s definitely got his own death god or something

So Yomi believes in his justice it’s just his justice is fucked up that makes more sense

Martina get the FUCK out of there

WHAT

…

And that’s chapter 2! The game is just getting better and better so far, really enjoying it.

Chapter 3 -

Masked man?? Mother 3?? Real?.

So, Makoto is definitely clone Yuma or something crazy like that

I hope he’s not evil I like this fucked up little rat

Yeahhhhh Yuma and Makoto are related I’m just that good a detective

Local kid(?) gets kidnapped twice in a row, wins record

Given the posters I’m assuming these are some sort of rebels

Oh please tell me they didn’t actually kill the agency before a Fubuki chapter……

Whatever this chapter’s case is, one of these people is the killer. I’m saying the old man.

Idk why we have to run this guy seems fine even if his comrades are way too trigger happy

Making the enemies of a game about murders and a death god supposedly “immortal” is interesting

Ohh what if a culprit is immortal and we can’t destroy their labyrinth because of it

FUBUKI!!!!!!!!!! <3 she’s,,,, just like me,,, fr,,

I love kindhearted dummys. Galo, Milly, Fubuki, Kronk. My beloveds.

FUBUKI THEY CALL YOU WHAT??? GIRLIE?????

NOOO THE REBELS WERE NEEDLESS TERRORISTS 😔😔😔😔

blow up ameterasu buildings not schools!!! Or make sure no civilians are around!!!!

What is the point of this being a game this serves no one

Girl can TIME TRAVEL???? Huhhhh????

Shachi’s gonna be dead when we get to roof won’t he

Yuuuup

My guess is this was a coordinated effort by everyone else since they thought he was holding them back

I did not understand that 2nd bomb puzzle but I got it so ok

The resistance wasn’t blowing up random civilians instead of peacekeepers we won (unless this old guy’s completely bullshitting)

I wish you could use forte’s in the labyrinth I feel like it’d make for a lot of unique scenarios

Girl who jumped on a moving vehicle earlier: “I’m bad at jumping”

If this was a suicide who would die at the end of the dungeon? Would he come back to life?

I’m not even gonna lie all of this for a bank robbery is kinda fucking stupid very solid case of chapter 3 syndrome let’s fucking goo

At least Fubuki carried

KODAKA AFTER V3 YOU CANT HAVE VIVIA CASUALLY BREAK THE 4TH WALL

Sooooo we did all of that for nothing this truly is a case 3 syndrome moment

Shinigami recognizes Vivia he definitely used to be her master…. But isn’t she with us until death…. Wait is he a homunculus?

WAIT A FUCKING SECOND DOES HE SAY I WANNA DIE ONE DAY CAUSE HE CANT CAUSE HES AN IMMORTAL HOMUNCULUS

MAKOTO IS WHAT

What was he cooking

Nah I do NOT trust this submarine

I’m gonna let Vivia cook here

Alright that’s chapter 3. I was so with this chapter right up until the end where it kinda fell apart. Oh well. Gotta have case 3 syndrome or it wouldn’t be a true danganronpa successor. Anyway, I’m assuming we learn about Vivia next… hope I’m right about him being a homunculus

Chapter 4-

Kurumi wouldn’t an area Amaterasu not want you to go to be an opportune place for secrets

Corpse disposal… to be made into experiments…

Makoto is so funny he’s just here he’s just a smelly little rat man

I feel like Makoto is gonna be the murder victim here with him hyping up how Yuma is gonna die in the lab but obviously that won’t happen

The intruder is probably Vivia isn’t it

Is Vivia one of the hitmen hired to stop the WDO?

That short peacekeeper is desuhiko isn’t it

Yeah

NONO NO NO DONT TELL ME THE CHIEF IS DEADN NO INONONONONO

FUCK

I’m about to hire a hitman for the hitman fuck you Fink

Shinigami is having us remember all these forte’s and the chapter is about an “insider” god it’s one of the detectives isn’t it

Rip vivia is a homunculus theory

GODDAMN PHANTOM YOMI GOES HARD

This mystery labyrinth is fucking with my head I got no idea what’s going on

Oh wait if the doctor was escaping then he just faked his death, got caught by Yakou, killed him, and then fucked off. That’s why the hooded man had a lab coat. I think I solved it on the “motive” side route I’m just that good.

He would need a body double though I guess….

I like how twisty this mystery labyrinth is getting

So if the culprit is dead.. then yakou…

Hey why is the blood on Yakou’s design red when it’s supposed to be pink? At least I think? That’s supposed to be blood??

Oh shit there’s more?

I hate how solving the mystery labyrinth basically does nothing for us and we’re always just bailed out anyway. I guess that’s the point? Knowing the truth is enough? But in the past we’ve lied about why they died.

Is my memory failing or Martina more pale…. Homunculus……….

Why would they hide a man that important in an HQ

oh

Well that’s chapter 4! Really really good chapter. Kept me wondering and I was kinda thrown off by Fink looking like the Dr lol. This was for sure the best mystery labyrinth as well, super twisty and confusing and the death matches were way more intense. Cant wait to solve this mystery in…

Chapter 5 -

Alright now we get into the monster corpse homunculus stuff

WHAT THE GIRLS FROM SCHOOL FUCK

I knew we’d probably get a homunculus of dead characters but I didn’t expect straight up zombies of them

Wait WaitWAITWIARIRIWIAISIT

THE MEATBUNS OH GOD

What the FUCK

FUCK ARE WE GONNA GET CH0’D AGAIN FUCKFUCK FUCK I NEVER THOUGHT ID BE SO SAD TO SEE DESUHIKO’S CORPSE

I’m trying to figure out who this announcer is. It doesn’t sound like number one but…

YO CHAPTER 0 CHARACTERS I FORGOT ABOUT THEM

Man this is fucked up

The void century? Nah the blank century mystery.

What is the “Unified Government” needing military force for, they’re unified 💀

NOT ZOMBIE YAKOU 😭

Oh it’s makoto… maybe he can see shinigami cause hes us

Is the escaped homunculus Makoto/us

Yup the meatbuns are…

Wow it’s weird seeing the city in full sunlight lol

I fully expect makoto to fake being frozen in time

YEAAAAHHHHH HARD READ

Damn this is a pretty labyrinth

EVERYONE???

THE PINK BLOOD IS A PLOT POINT??????????????????? WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD ARE YOU KIDDING HOLY SHIT????????????

Oh my fucking god

AND NOW WE HAVE A DUEL WITH MAKOTO DAMN???

OH HE’S HERE CAUSE WE TOOK HIS HAND OH MY GOD

MAKOTO IS US I FUCKING KNEW IT

So was the old number one just a figurehead?

OH THATS WHY THE RANDOM RAMEN GUY KEPT GETTING FOCUSED ON

OH AND HE RUNS A FOOD STAND CAUSE HE CAN COOK

This ending is kinda peak

Gonna keep going through the epilogue like this

I like seeing the kanai culture after this

What how are they alive??? Are they homunculus?

Makoto what the fuck what was the point of that

[torilaa]

Alright so, finally sitting down to review Andor. I will put my review under the line, but overall, I really liked the show - it’s an interesting look into the Star Wars universe. Warning: word explosion below:

I will start with my complaints. It’s slow to start. I can see why they released the first three episodes at once. It’s not stereotypical “Star Wars” - each episode takes it’s time and that did put me off at first but I got used to the slow style after a while. The flashbacks were a bit overdone at the start and it could have been done in a single flashback, really (since the mystery about them really only ended with the reveal of Cassian’s adopted parents). Also, Cassian’s sister was sorta...forgotten XD. I myself like longform storytelling (and am guilty of writing long shit) so none of this held me back from liking the show but I can understand why it would put others off. 

Now for the praises, I didn’t expect to like Maarva as much as I did. Her character grew on me and I felt sad she passed...and motivated at the end by her speech. Luthen was for sure one of my favorite characters. He has mysterious motives and can’t wait to discover them later. And Andor...I didn’t know what to think of him at first but I ended up enjoying his character arc. The Empire prison arc was my favorite arc writing wise. 

Mon Mothma was expanded on as well - we get a glimpse at her world’s rather conservative culture and Coruscant politics. Vel - Mon’s cousin - is interesting being a freedom fighter on the ground while moonlighting as a rich Coruscanti woman. I’m interested in how she got started in this with Mon as well as how she met her girlfriend(?) Cinta.

Syril...he’s disgusting but the horrifying part is we’ve seen people like him before. The straight edges who won’t back down...at all. It’s realistic. And Dedra scares me too lol. I kinda want them to kill each other...or more than likely Dedra will kill Syril.

One thing I noticed about the characters here - I can imagine what they are like outside their scenes. That’s a sign of good characters I’d think. 

But is Andor Star Wars? One critique I’ve heard a lot about this show is that it’s not “Star Wars” enough. And, true, there aren’t many aliens or Jedi or Sith here...but many people have different ideas as to what “Star Wars” is. Some people started with the prequels. Some the OT. Others the Clone Wars. Some the sequels. I myself started by watching the OT on VHS then saw the prequels in theaters. And then went on to legends (what was the EU) which expanded on that definition. Star Wars was never one thing to me, one idea. It’s a myth. 

George Lucas based what was called “Star Wars” on Joseph Campbell’s “The Hero’s Journey” along with some allegory on WWII and the Vietnam War. To me, that is what makes Star Wars “Star Wars” politics x Hero’s Journey. Andor has the politics covered, but the Hero’s Journey? After watching the whole show, I would say yes.

Let’s compare Andor to Luke. Luke starts off wishing he could leave the farm to go on adventures. He wants to be free in a way. Alright. Andor? His wants aren’t as spelled out as Luke’s but they’re there. Freedom too. He wants to be free from the Empire’s grasp. Of course, Andor thinks his want is survival but he truly wants to be free...like Luke. The main difference is Andor doesn’t know his want until the prison arc. There is only “one way out.” Andor can’t just survive, he needs to act. And at the end he demonstrates this by saying to Luthen “Kill me, or take me in.” No more running - there is only one way out. 

Could there have been more George Lucas worldbuilding shenanigans? Sure - I like the Jedi and Sith lore - but Star Wars started out very simple then grew into a behemoth. I can see Andor doing the same. I liked Andor a lot but I can see how others can not like it too - it’s different but to me it’s different in a good way. I wish the sequels had been like this - a fresh take but with the Jedi and Sith of course (and maybe it’s a plus there weren’t many recognizable characters in Andor...Disney doesn’t seem to know how to write the old characters in my opinion).

Overall, I’d say a 9/10 for Andor. 

[solar-serpent]

I’m going to try and keep this short because I have a lot I can say about my reading lol.

First off Asteria is an amazing reader, the clarity and detail in the reading was amazing and easy for me to understand. I had another reading done by a different reader about my future spouse and while it wasn’t bad, it didn’t provide a lot of detail compared to Asteria.

The reading left me grinning like the Cheshire Cat and blushing like crazy, I’ve read it multiple times once I got it. Between a dream I had months ago about this guy (the scenrio of how I meet him is very similar to what you and the other reader mention btw), the reading from Asteria and the other reader. I feel confident that this will indeed happen for me and I can’t wait, he sounds amazing even with the red flags I was still left in awe by this man.

Thank you Asteria for the reading and you have a new returning customer. ☺️

P.S I love your name btw lol

You're welcome my darling 🙌🏻✨ I hope these two soulmates can reunite soon 🥰

[m1ckeyb3rry]

NO BECAUSE WHERE IS THE REBOOT??? My devastation when I heard that the anime wouldn’t continue because it was just manga promo…please….i need MORE

Wait a mint green would actually be so nice…lowk id love to see a sea foam green too or a light red…(this sounds odd but i do mean a light red and not pink LMAOO kinda like a slightly salmon leaning color? But not sendous LOL) also Aryus color being champagne gold always cracks me up because it really just looks like light brown

Bro fr has the entire App Store downloaded I just know it….like literally any game to kill time im sure he’s tried at least once

LMAOO I’ll be hyped up either way those two are also my favs…I love misadventures LMFAO sprinkling in a little crack with the story

SHSHS YEAH like just look at Raichi on BM he’s lucky he even got an offer…I think generally defenders just don’t stand out esp given the premise of bllk existing to create the best striker…having aiku on Ubers definitely helped spotlight the defensive characters though, probably since he’s already got an established rep as defender!

I’m very excited to see who hehe…also WOAH LMAOO Wait that is tiny by Mira standards (this is a crazy thing to say because usually I see 1k and go omfg that’s so long) your “shorter” fics slap too though I remember reading your Isagi work too and thinking it was so cute like I don’t even like Isagi but that was a good read

LMAOOO I wonder what inspo will strike you for those vague prompts…let’s see what tiktok throws you this time

I love being updated on your requests/inbox but OMG GAGAMARU??? You’ve truly become the side character safe haven omg watch just watch you’re gonna get another crazy side character next (imagine Nanase or kurona req next)

Ok pause wait 1) WHOS THE CENSORED NAME?? *** ****** the only thing I could think of was itoshi sae/rin but there’s no way right….unless I counted wrong or misread and this isn’t BLLK related 2) ok hear me out imagine Oliver aiku 5th wingman….maybe he along w yuki are the ones who finally make it work because aiku pushes y/n to do the boldest shit LMAO

- Karasu anon

I NEED MORE SHINAH omg in the early days of this blog it was ALWAYS shinah themed LMAOAAO it was so cute too!! i like the nagi theme more plus bllk is life but one day i’ll probably go back to the shinah theme just because he’s one of my og bfs HAHAH been in love w him for years 😩

YES it’s hilarious that aryu is supposedly to be all flashy and glam but he just looks beige which is such a typically boring color 😭 and yes like a peachy salmony color would be really fun!! and ooh seafoam that would be GORG i’m hoping the rest of the ng11 have cool color auras because so far sae and lorenzo have been cool (kaiser is boring but the blue aura + gold hair kinda eats so he gets a pass) okay wait also i just checked the wiki and LORENZO has black hair plus purple eyes?? so my prayers have been answered but not necessarily in the form of a character i actually want 😰

nagi’s just like me fr (downloads random puzzle games that come up in adds while he’s on different puzzle games, is obsessed with them for a week, and then never plays them again unless his wifi is out or something)

no like between chigiri and barou you cannot go wrong both are so good in opposite ways LMAOAO it’ll be fun regardless!! i’m excited although i have a couple of other things to clear out before i get to those

POOR RAICHI even like hiori and karasu are honestly pretty low!! given how much they’ve been contributing 😰 and yeah aiku having an established rep as a defender + lorenzo literally being a defensive ng11 definitely means ubers defense has way more of a chance to shine than on other teams imo!!

i participate in fic inflation 😩 like after you write a 41k word one shot everything is going to seem short compared to that (although this one is a bit of a special case hehe you’ll see i’m almost done with it!!) and YESS the isagi fics 🥹 pls i can’t even lie though i think my fav part of the isagi fics is the nagi chigiri bachira cameo at the end where they’re bribing nagi LMAOO

oh TRUST i will be scrolling tik tok before writing those two hehe saving them until the end because they have the highest likelihood of getting extensive 😭 nah but imagine i write a MASSIVE kiyora fic and literally nobody even knows who bro is i think that’ll be like a bllk fandom hall of fame moment or smth

YESS GAGAMARU basically i had posted before starting my rewatch that i wondered what character i’d end up liking this time (spoiler alert nagi) and someone commented hoping it was gagamaru because they wanted more content for him…so i was like well it wasn’t gagamaru BUT please req for him because i am happy to provide content!! LMAOAO omg kurona req idek what i’d write for it he gives me such little sibling vibes…trust i’d make it work though

unfortunately…it was in fact…rin itoshi…EEK i also saw a rlly good sae one and for a moment i was sososo scared i was going to become an itoshi lover but then like a savior my fyp blessed me with the most glorious scrumptious AMAZING barou edit followed by a magnificent nagi edit and THEN an otoya + aiku edit (to womanizer hehe i was lowkey giggling at it but out of humor as much as like “omg otoya 🤭”) so i think we are safe…at least i hope we are…

LMAOOO omg aiku and yukimiya team up??? i was thinking that for aiku to work as a problematic but funny bestie the only love interests that would make sense are barou, yukimiya, karasu, and sae because those are the only ones in his relative age group (shidou and kaiser too but kaiser is so far removed from aiku it wouldn’t make sense and shidou + aiku just doesn’t feel right in my mind)…wait actually okay you know what would be SO funny is like a shy reader who ends up working with otoya on a project or something and develops a fat crush on him so she goes to aiku for help in matching otoya’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 and it’s just him giving her the WORST advice meanwhile otoya also has a crush on her so he goes to karasu and yukimiya for help transforming into a lover boy 😭 so we end up with the reader being like a massive bitch and playing hard to get meanwhile otoya is bringing her flowers and curating playlists for her FJKSDNSKAK craziest possible dynamic

[mystical5hit]

Life Update — February 7, 2024 6:19 AM

The mental, emotional, & spiritual glow up has been great, but can a bitch see some physical changes? I am grateful & tired. I wrote all this shit last year about my birthday falling on a new moon and how I was so hopeful about all these new beginnings that would come rushing in and guess what? All I got was ripped away from the place I grew up & relocated to the place I escaped from. I mean I did say once I finished my degree that I would leave SC because that’s the ONLY reason why I returned. I can admit I got comfortable there… aside from PA, it’s all I know. The last place I wanted to be was back in FL though. I fucking hate it here. It’s too hot. The politics are shit. It’s just a shit place and I wouldn’t dare raise a family here. I barely see any black people. I don’t know a soul. It’s like 2014/2015 alllll over again. Great. Only this time I’m way more stronger mentally because babyyyy I was going through it real bad with my depression back then. Don’t get it twisted, my depression is still well and alive. I just can manage it better as I’ve learned a lot about depression through school and experience with it. I have coping mechanisms I didn’t have in the past to keep me sane. I have my breakdowns here and there, I am human. And reasonably so. I literally lost it all and have yet to gain anything back. My job. My home. My car. All gone. Granted, I HATED my job and my home lol. My job was causing me lots of stress and costing me my mental health. My home was literally causing health issues! How I go from never having sinus issues to all of sudden having them and now that I’m no longer in that place, my issues have gone away… I’m still trying to piece together why Spirit brought me back here… what’s here in FL for me? The pay here SUCKS. I can’t find a job in my profession which is why I avoided coming here in the first place & now I’m here… wondering why? & oddly enough Spirit relocates a love interest here only to take that away too. Idk man. Life is kicking my ass per usual & I just don’t know how, what, when, where, or why.

In the meantime, I’ve been trying to pour all that I can into my business to no avail because you know, shit does take money that I don’t have. I started a YouTube channel in hopes I can monetize off that. I know things take time, but DAMN. I also know I can’t compare my journey to others, it gets real discouraging though to hear people’s stories of how they took off in a few months to a year and I’m just still waiting around. *sigh*. I think what pisses me off the most is that I do the healing work. I work so hard on myself. I do the meditations. I’ve done the therapy. So wtf is the hold up? I hate how I can manifest for friends and family so easily, but when it comes to myself — you can fucking forget it. I’m not even asking for much. Stability and romantic love. I’ve got neither. I’ve done every single manifestation technique you can think of! They say bay leaves are one of the most powerful techniques, TUH. Not for my Black ass! Allegedly, it’s just not my time. I know I’m on Divine time, but Spirit if not now then when? I’ve been stripped of EVERYTHING. I even tried fasting! Promises were made for fasting, it’s in the Bible! Whatever. Ima just end it here. If you’re reading this, don’t give up. That’s one thing my mother always told me even while I was doing the simplest of things. Don’t give up. I’m not giving up. I’ve given too much into my spiritual business to give up. I’ve been on my spiritual journey for too long to give up. I’ve made it through hella storms to give up. My time will come, it will. Gotta have faith, the size of a mustard seed is all you need. I cannot wait for my moment, so I can take care of everyone that took care of me & chuckle at times like this ❤️. Cheers to 29 & cheers to many more years of life.

[bisluthq]

TW: sexual harassment

When I was 17, I was on this big bus station once and this man on the escalator asked me something, I don’t remember what exactly but it’s common for people to ask you where a bus is. I don’t remember how but he kept talking to me and said “I’ll wait with you” and sat next to me. I was very uncomfortable. At one point he made a comment about how pale I was and to compare his skin to mine he put his hand on my leg (I was wearing shorts). Then, at another point, he started talking about how if your leg is asleep you have to massage it and went to touch my leg again and subconsciously my arm pushed his hand away. Then my bus arrived and I left. But that situation has stuck with me.

I’m 23 now. Today I was sitting, waiting for a bus at the same place, like I have done 100s of times since. I saw a man start to walk directly towards me and my heart sank. Then he asked me something normal and left. Usually I don’t care when people approach me but I found that man walking towards me so scary. And I feel like it has to be tied to that other experience. I feel like I want to cry but like nothing bad happened today? I guess I just hate that I’m scared of men

❤️❤️

it’s normal to be triggered by things that remind us of unsafe situations. I’ve been very fortunate overall given how many unsafe situations I’ve put myself into that nothing “really bad” has ever happened to me but there have been plenty of weird experiences and I do react proactively tbh as a result. I don’t like male strangers talking to me unsolicited ever - in any context but especially on public transport and in bars - because I’ve had enough be weird that I assume they’re gonna be weird. Now, statistically, fewer have been weird than have been perfectly normal friendly people just making conversation but like I can’t assume the guy is making conversation because he’s bored or interested in something I said or like what I’m doing on my laptop or whatever and not about to like grab my tit or steal my phone lol.

it’s okay to find that kind of thing triggering, you’re not weird for it, and be kinder and gentler to yourself tbh. It wasn’t your fault when it happened back then and it’s not your fault for getting upset now.

[thetaleoflevi]

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It Was

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Prequel to ‘It Isn’t’

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Content: NSFW, Modern AU

Content Warnings: 18+ smut, alcohol, clubbing, explicit language, kissing, neck kissing, mentions of death (compared to a goldfish lol), loss of virginity, breast play, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected PIV sex (Levi is the king of pulling out, but everyone else BE SAFE), 18+ smut x2

Description: You were marvelous in Levi’s eyes. Something about the way you danced or the way you smiled when you acknowledged his gaze upon you. He couldn’t wait to meet you, but once he did, you stole his heart and made it your keychain.

Word Count: 9.7k

A/N: LEEEEEEVVVVIIIIIIII. That’s all, thanks. I’ll talk to you guys when part three comes out :) Jk, i’m sorry this took so long. Ideas ran and ran, and I couldn’t put the image in that was in my head into words. But, I did it!! And I really hope you like it. Enjoy! 💙

⭐️Taglist: @urfilgoth @ackermandick

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“She’s cute, huh?” Hange shouts over the loud booming speakers, taking note of the way Levi watched you so closely. He quickly looked away like a kid who had been caught stealing a candy bar, his blank expression contorting to one of disbelief.

“I don’t know about that, but I know you’re not cupid.” He takes another sip of the alcoholic beverage that Hange recommended. It doesn’t taste right, but he paid fifteen bucks for it so of course he’s going to drink the whole thing.

“I’m actually the best matchmaker,” they say, a glimmer in their eyes when Levi’s gaze falls on you again. “Want me to introduce you?”

“No,” Levi says, quickly shutting them down. He thinks he’s perfectly capable of talking to beautiful women, like yourself. “I think Moblit needs help. He’s on the floor, and he’s gonna get stepped on.”

Hange’s head whips around so quickly, anyone who’s downed enough alcohol would have fallen into a dizzy spell if they had done the same. “Shit, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

Levi can’t find you once Hange leaves. He turns in almost every direction, searching for the woman who stole his attention and made it hers for a good twenty minutes.

“Shit, my heels are killing me,” you mutter to yourself, slightly panting from how tired you were from dancing. You sit down on the barstool, and slide your heels off your feet.

“Will you be ordering, miss?” the bartender asks, while drying a glass cup with a rag.

“Oh, um, yes. I’ll have a gin and tonic with so much ice, please.” You sniff, tucking a few sweaty strands of hair behind your ear. You turn to the right and lock eyes with a stranger. You give him a polite smile before turning to watch the bartender make your drink.

The drink is in front of you in less than two minutes. You thank the bartender, and tip the glass as you take a swig of the drink, the coldness feeling like heaven to your heated skin.

Levi has yet to look away from you. He just can’t help but appreciate how beautiful your skin looks when it’s covered in sweat, and the shape of your lips as you press them to the rim of your cup. His heart pangs when you turn to look at him again, your cheeks slightly puffed from the amount of liquid you had in your mouth. You feel like you’re about to laugh explosively, so you turn away and cover your mouth, trying not to think about the man watching you. The liquid seeps out of your mouth slowly at first, and then suddenly it’s all expelled in a spray aimed towards the floor.

“You didn’t see that, right?” You ask the man, grinning in an effort to compose yourself. The clear beverage is swiped off of your bottom lip by your tongue.

“You have a little something.” Levi points at his chin, showing you where the liquid drips off your skin.

“Fuck,” you mumble, looking for napkins on the bar countertop.

“Here.” The man reaches his arm towards you, and offers you a navy blue piece of cloth.

“No, I can’t take that. I’ll just use my dress.”

“It’s a piece of fabric, not a million dollars. Take it.”

You chuckle, hesitantly taking the square from him, dabbing your chin dry, watching the way his intense gaze remains on you as you do so.

You pick up your heels and walk on your tip toes to sit in the stool right next to him.

“I’m gonna assume you don’t want this back.”

Stuck in his thoughts, Levi doesn’t respond. He could have dropped his glass from how clammy his hands got during his interaction with you. You stare back at him, a brow quirked in confusion.

“Huh?” Levi finally voices, eyes wide in question.

“I said what’s your name?” You lie.

“Levi, um…Levi Ackerman.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Would you like to dance?”

His breath hitches, the simple words made him shake.

“Sorry, I… I don’t dance. I don’t know how to dance.” His heart was in danger.

Your lips twitch, threatening to smile at him again.

“Nobody here knows how to dance, including me. If you watch every individual person closely, they all look dumb.” You slide your heels back on, and stand by Levi. “So?”

He’s visibly hesitant, his gaze dropping to the drink in his hands, the glass slippery with condensed droplets of water. He wants to keep watching you, and now you’ve given him the opportunity to watch you up close.

“Fine, but don’t be surprised if I end up just standing there.”

You offer him your hand, and a smile that made your entire face glow appears. Levi didn’t know what it meant, but he put his drink on the counter and put his hand in yours.

—

It’s as if the club wanted you and Levi to go home together. The songs you had danced to before were pop-y, and typical of a dance club, but as soon as you and Levi were in front of each other on the dance floor, the mood turned sensual.

He wasn’t lying when he said he would probably just stand there, so you led him. You took his hands and put them on your hips. You can feel the adjustments he makes just to make sure he keeps his hands where you initially placed them.

He’s shy, and you can see it all over his face. He’s enchanted by you, and you’re laughing at him. He doesn’t know if he can handle you looking at him like that for the duration of another song, so he takes your hand again and pulls you out of the crowd.

He goes to the bar to pay for the tab of drinks that had compiled, only about five, and left the club with you.

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You stand outside the club, against a wall while Levi paces around, his hands in his pocket.

“I didn’t know dancing would make you so pensive.” You joke.

“I want to keep talking to you, just not in there. I can barely hear myself think in there.”

You chuckle, slipping into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Levi stops pacing to watch you, like this was a once in a lifetime view.

“You’re cute, Levi. I think I want to keep talking to you, too.” Your cheeks gain a rosy tint to them. You pull your phone out and create a new contact before handing your phone to Levi.

“You want my number?” He looks at you with this adorable expression full of uncertainty.

“Yeah, I guess so. I wouldn’t mind seeing you again.”

He types in his digits, handing the phone back.

Hey Levi :)

His phone buzzes in his pocket when the message gets delivered. He opens the text, immediately editing your contact name.

“Do you need a ride home?” Levi asks, unsure if you have a designated driver or if you’ve had too much to drink tonight.

“I think i’m going to stay a little longer. They were playing some bangers just now.”

It’s not that you don’t trust him, it’s just that this is the first night you’ve gone out in almost three months, and you think you deserve some more time out before returning to your suffocating life.

“Okay. Well…”, he struggles to find a way to end the conversation. He doesn’t want to, so he waits for you to end it.

“Goodnight, Levi.” You give him a kind smile before turning around to head towards the club again.

“Yeah, goodnight.” He stands there with his hands in his pockets, watching as you disappear out of sight, and into the light fest of the club.

Levi knows it shouldn’t have been so easy to get his heart stolen like it did. For fucks sake, it was at a club of all places. But, he let you drag him onto the dance floor, and he danced as best as he could for you. He even took you out of the club with his hand around yours.

Yeah, he’s so down for you to call him ‘baby’.

—

“Where did you disappear to, last night?” Hange asks Levi, their lips twisted into a smirk.

“I got her number… More like she got mine, but whatever.”

“Really, Ackerman? More like she got mine, but whatever. You’re so cool,” they tease, mockingly.

They watch Levi work for a bit, racking up his time so that he says more about what happened. Levi doesn’t give into their pressure. This was something he wanted to keep to himself, because it was a moment where he wasn’t hisself.

“Did you make her laugh? At least tell me this,” they ask with finality in their tone. Levi isn’t easy to break. At least that’s what Hange, Moblit, Nanaba, and everyone else in that building thinks, so sometimes Hange has to accept defeat when they’re met with it.

Levi sighs, giving in just this once to get them out of his office.

“Unintentionally. She, uh, she spit her drink out when she felt my eyes on her.”

Hange listens intently, not saying anything to distract Levi from how much he’s talking about his night.

“She asked if I saw her spray the drink out on the floor, and I did my best not to humiliate her. She now has one of my handkerchiefs.” Levi stops talking, abruptly.

“Come on, Levi!”

“No, i’ve said enough. Now, go get your work done. This is why you always leave work so late.”

Hange grumbles on their way out, their head dramatically slumped forward.

“Tch, how childish,” Levi mutters as he opens another manila folder of papers and pictures.

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So many nights go by where Levi lies in bed, thinking about what you’re doing this late at night. Maybe you’re sleeping, maybe you’re eating, maybe you’re showering. The possibilities are endless, but the one he wishes was true is that you’re lying in bed, thinking of him and what he’s doing at this time.

He sighs, wondering when you’ll put his phone number to use. It’s been almost two weeks since you met. He didn’t give you his number for any reason other than because you asked for it, but he wants you to text him so badly.

Finally, his phone chimes.

Hey

Should he wait? Should he answer immediately? If he answers right away, will he seem too eager? If he waits too long, will you lose interest? Who would have thought a simple message would make his mind go berserk.

Four minutes go by before he opens the actual message, the bright screen blinding him slightly before his eyes adjust. It’s enough time for him to come up with a good response.

Hello.

He’s instantly subconscious about the formality, but the feeling subsides when you instantly respond.

Can’t sleep either?

He laughs through his nose, before speedily typing up a response with his thumbs.

It’s my curse. I keep myself up at night.

His eyes go wide at your next response. There’s no way you mean it the way it sounds, but it sounds nightly.

Your sleepless nights would be put to better use if I were there

Levi turns off his screen and lays his phone on his stomach. He stares at the ceiling, struggling to decipher the meaning behind your message. The last thing he wants to do is misinterpret it.

I think I would bore you. There’s not really much to do here at my house.

I’m sure we can figure something out. Nights are long for a reason.

Now he can see the fiery undertones of your messages, and it does something that makes him feel indecent.

Let’s figure something out to do. Come over.

I don’t think you know how much I wish I could…

But?

I have a meeting really early tomorrow morning. I’ll be making the big bucks if it goes well, and you know what i’ll be doing with those big bucks?

What?

Buying you dinner. I want to see you again, Levi.

Levi’s heart stills. He would never let you pay for dinner, but the idea of you succeeding, and the first thing that comes to your mind is taking him out… It makes his insides churn. What makes his insides coil tightly is the second half of your text. You want to see him, too.

I look forward to that. You better get at least 8 hours of sleep.

Yeah… about that. The meeting is at 6.

Levi’s eyes flit over to the time at the top of his screen. It’s two thirty. He panics, once again not knowing how to say goodbye like the day he met you.

Go to sleep. Now.

But, i’m not tired.

Goodnight.

He turns his screen off and sets his phone beside him on the night stand. His phone buzzes with unopened messages from you, most of them begging him to keep texting you. He really wants to explain that you need the remaining couple hours of sleep or you’ll blow the meeting, but if he answers, you’ll spend time reading his message, and it’ll seem like he’s enabling you. Regardless of how that meeting of yours goes, you will be seeing each other again. That’s a promise on Levi’s end.

—

Levi wakes up at five thirty for his morning run. He’s tired, but he blames no one other than himself. Good thing he has the day off. He has no activities planned, just tidying his house up.

As he runs sidewalk to sidewalk, street to street, every song that plays in his ears makes him think of you. ‘Toothpaste Kisses’, ‘My Kind of Woman’, and more. All the lyrics somehow resonated with you. He quickly realized that he’s in that stage of falling in love where everything is about you. His thoughts, the things he sees, even the music that pours out of his headphones. It’s like the universe wants to see how Levi would act around a woman like you.

He runs back home and showers immediately, unable to stand the filthy feeling of his sweat covered shirt clinging to his skin.

He changes into the most casual outfit he can dress into. Casual isn’t something Levi does, so he’s still dressed to the tens. A plain white shirt beneath a short sleeved, navy blue, drop shoulder styled button up shirt. He wears some black shorts, as well. As he finishes the final touches of his outfit, a text appears on his phone, from you.

Get dressed, and meet me at Le Joyau Caché.

No way. That place is expensive as hell. $30 for a plate with two slices of bread and some crappy pasta? No, thank you. Choose anywhere else.

Levi, I made reservations for 5:30…

His heart sinks, and he feels like an asshole. You’re kinder than he feels he deserves, so he’ll suck it up and pretend that the restaurant’s quality of food got better since the last time he ate there.

Sorry, I read that wrong. I was thinking of another restaurant with a similar name. I’ll see you there.

He shuts his eyes tightly, letting the embarrassing moment wash over him again and again before dressing into something more formal.

—

Levi parks his car quite a ways from the restaurant. It’s five in the afternoon on a Saturday. The poor establishment is bursting at the seams. He’s surprised you were even able to get reservations.

“Hey, Levi!” You wave, flashing him a smile that he would consider worth a million bucks. He meets you in front of the doors, not saying a word upon arrival, in fear of stuttering up a storm. You’re stunning, and Levi can’t think. He’s enchanted by you.

“We should go inside,” you say. You hook your arm around his, once again leading him to another destination.

The host sits you both down at your table, setting some menus in front of you. You look up at the middle aged woman and thank her, and Levi gets a quick glance at your face. He quickly looks away and makes it seem like he’s been looking over the menu.

“It’s so good to see you again, Levi. I’ve thought a lot about you since that night at the club.” You have something that’s motivating the bold statements you’ll be saying tonight.

“I thought you had forgotten about me, since I hadn’t heard from you since that night.” He looks up from the menu, noticing the fresh hue of pink on your joy-filled face.

“No, I was just nervous about texting you. I was hoping you would take that first step, but i’m guessing you were hoping for the same thing.” You chuckle, glancing at the menu like you didn’t already know what you wanted. You spent a good hour or so switching between social media apps and going back to the restaurant’s menu on their website before making the reservation.

“I didn’t even think to text first, but I thought about you, too.”

A waiter arrives at your table, introducing himself before asking if you were ready to order. You both tell him your order and make small talk while you wait for the food.

—

“I’m guessing your meeting went well. We’re out having dinner, like you said.”

You set your glass of champagne down, bubbling with excitement to tell him the news.

“It did. I got a pay increase, which is why I’m treating you to a luxury dinner, today. There’s more good news though.”

“Tell me all about it.” He continues eating while you go into detail about what you will now be required to do for the pay increase you received.

“I’m also getting transferred to another location out of state.”

Before you can even finish telling Levi about the opportunity, he sets his fork down, a sudden uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“What? Where?”

“I’m still not sure, but apparently my skills are needed more at this location.”

He’s furious at himself. If he would have known that you were going to get taken from him so soon, he would’ve texted you sooner. He can’t ask you to drop this opportunity for him. It’s ridiculous to even think about it, but what the fuck?

“Do you know when you’re leaving?” He asks, a slightly somber aura radiating from him. He can’t eat anymore, but he makes it look like he’s setting up another bite, when really he’s just poking at the food.

“Yeah, next month.”

Perfect. He has a month to fall in love with you, just to inevitably get you ripped away from him. He doesn’t say much afterwards. He gives up on trying to bring his appetite back, and pushes the plate of food forward.

—

“It was great to see you again, Levi. Sorry I ruined the mood when I told you about my promotion.“

The sun had set by the time you had left the restaurant so Levi walked you back to your car. You both stood there finishing the conversation, wishing the day wouldn’t end.

“No, i’m glad you told me about it. I need to get my time in with you, you know… before you leave.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “I totally agree.”

He puts his hands in his pockets, not having anything more to say. You don’t have anything else to say, either, so you just stand there with your hands behind your back. The silence is funny, you both smile politely at each other through it.

Levi takes a step towards you, stopping for two seconds before taking another one. It takes some time, but eventually he’s only a few centimeters away from you. He has you backed against your car.

“If you’re going to kiss me, kiss me, Levi. We have to manage our time together properly.”

“I-I’m working up to it. I know we don’t have much time, but I can’t rush things like this.” He lifts his shaky hands and sets them on your shoulders, allowing them to glide up your neck before reaching your cheeks. You’ve never had someone look at you the way he does, so obviously, your stomach was cluttered with butterflies.

“Okay,” he says with all the confidence he can muster. He shortens the proximity between you and him even more, your face less than a centimeter away from his. Your lips tremble the slightest even when you knew the contact was coming. It’s a silent eruption of emotions when his lips finally reach yours. You’ve only seen this man two times, and yet you’re about to hand your heart over to him on a silver platter.

The cool night air has nothing on the warmth that Levi’s body provides you. His hands feel the coldness of your cheeks beneath them, which causes him to switch the position of his hands to warm your cheeks. The funny thing about Levi’s body being so warm is that his lips are freezing. That’s where you come to his rescue, using your warm lips to bring his cold ones back to life.

Those first kisses were as amazing as you thought they would be. He made your heartbeat change its pace at least three times. When you separated, you felt all the coldness hit you at once. Levi was like a furnace, immediate taking back his warmth once he gave you back your personal space.

“I-I think that was…okay.” He looks down at the floor to hide the blush on his face.

You hold his chin between your thumb and index finger and raise his gaze. “Look at me.” You smile softly at him, the whole gesture eliciting stronger palpitations from his heart. “Don’t hide the way that made you feel. I loved it. It was perfect.”

“I’m rusty. I haven’t kissed anyone in a really long time,” he says, ashamed to admit that he’s never kissed someone and felt the emotions rush him like they did when he kissed you.

“Could’ve fooled me.” You chuckle, squeezing his bicep comfortingly. The touch lingers even after you retract your hand.

You both stand there like a couple of middle schoolers on their first date, finding so much interest in old, trampled, wads of gum stuck to the cement.

“Once again, it was really nice seeing you again, Levi. We should meet again really soon, or at least before I go.”

Please don’t remind me…

“How about tomorrow?” It’s a risk, but he’s willing to take it if it means he gets to possibly spend another day with you.

You look down at your feet, smiling like an idiot. You feel the urge to giggle, like what he said was funny, but really, you just can’t believe he wants to see you again so soon.

“I’d like that. I’ll text you when i’m off of work, and we can hang out.”

“Sounds like a plan. I guess i’ll be going now.”

“Have a good night, Levi. I’ll see you soon.”

He nods, stuttering on the simple response, “you too.” He was completely whipped by that smile you continued flashing at him.

He went home that night, unable to stop thinking about how beautiful you looked in that dress. You looked like a princess, and you know he dreamt about you like you were the only thing his mind retained from that day.

—

For every day of the month, there was an indirect date. You went for ice cream together, you went on a cafe date, you held his hands at the roller rink because you didn’t know how to roller skate, you picnicked and stargazed when the sun had completely set, and so much more.

You would flirt like romantics whenever you had the chance, but you had not yet taken all the steps that make a relationship. You still hadn’t come up with a pet name for him. You didn’t know if he would like ‘baby’ or ‘babe’, but in your opinion he meant much more than those cliché words. You did almost die when he accidentally called you love, though. You still had not admitted to loving each other, despite sharing all those moments.

It’s now the end of the month, and you have one final night with Levi. It’s funny how you and him have been going out and doing something fun every day since the beginning of the month, and now on the last day, Levi proposes staying in for the night. Who are you to throw a tantrum? He’s been treating you like a queen this entire time. He deserves a break.

“Your taste in movies sucks. Hand me the remote.”

You chuckle, giving the control to Levi. He takes it, and turns the TV off.

“Your taste in movies sucks even more. I mean, what is this?” you ask, extending your arm towards the screen.

“I don’t want to watch TV anymore.”

“Mhm,” you hum, teasingly.

“Come here. Sit with me.” He adjusts his position, making room for you to sit in his lap.

You sit on his lap, back to his chest. He wastes no time in wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“You know i’m gonna miss you, right?”

You hold his hands, massaging the tops of his hands with your thumbs.

“Now I do. You know how many times you’ve called me annoying this month?”

“There’s no way you kept count.”

“Forty-three times.”

You hear him laugh through his nose, his hold on you tightening.

“It’s a term of endearment.”

“Uh-huh,” you respond, sarcasm lacing your tone.

He kisses the side of your neck. “Only when directed towards you. The rest of the world is genuinely annoying.”

Your eyes light up, having realized that you are now his ‘everyone but you’ person.

You turn around to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. You cup his expressionless face, bringing a lively red color to his pale cheeks.

“Tell me you’ll miss me, and that you’ll die like a forgotten goldfish when I leave.” You purse your lips, holding back your laughter. He looks so confused by your statement, and you love it.

“You have such a way with words. I’m smitten.”

His response causes you to laugh into his chest.

“I won’t die… like a forgotten goldfish?” He states with a questioning tone. “But, that doesn’t mean I want you to leave. No, far from that.”

You lift your head, and press your lips onto his, a kiss that wasn’t intended to set him on fire, but instead quell the ache in his chest at the remembrance of you having to leave tomorrow.

His hands slide down to your lower back, a sly movement that allows him to position his hands comfortably on your waist. His hold on you is as generous as ever.

His lips are fervent against yours, like he’s claiming them as his, before you go. Like he’s putting up a sign that says ‘Levi Only’.

You pull away, eyes fluttering in your flustered state.

“Where have you been storing that?”

“Away. I wasn’t going to whip it out on the first day.”

The room goes silent for a second until you burst out laughing.

“I knew you’d laugh at that, pervert.”

“Hey, you’re the one talking about whipping it out.”

“Annoying as usual,” he chides, playfully.

“I know you like when i’m annoying. Enjoy me while i’m still in front of you.”

He hisses, pushing you back onto the couch, immediately straddling your hips.

“Stop reminding me.” His hands are on either side of your head, his hair cascading forward as he leans towards your face.

You look up at him with wonder, your eyes unable to focus on one spot of his beautiful face. You wonder if he’ll kiss you again in this position. You’re patiently waiting for it.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I could say the same for you,” you bite back.

“What about the way I’m looking at you?”

You laugh through your nose.

“I’m not a piece of meat, lion- I mean, Levi.” You smirk.

He might be in love with you.

“Mhm, that’s exactly how it is.” He completely lays down on your torso, chest to chest, stomach to stomach. He leans his forehead against yours, the personal feelings between you skyrocketing. The mood has turned intimate and there’s no solution to the pounding in your chest.

“I can’t stand the feelings you stir up in me, you know that?” Levi murmurs.

“I do now,” you respond. Your hands reach up to the back of his neck, locking around it.

“Would you call me an idiot if I told you how much I wanted you, right now?”

“No, because I want you just as badly. So, if you’re an idiot, i’m an idiot.”

He can’t restrain from kissing you any longer, so he moves his lips just a bit closer, connecting with yours to complete this heavenly puzzle. You can feel him pressing his body into you, a feeling that ignites this rapidly growing flame within you. You feel loved, even if Levi has not admitted his love for you.

“Can I make you mine, hm?” His voice is raspy. He scatters kisses onto your neck, inhaling your scent.

Your eyes widen, and you lose focus on the lovely feeling. Would he change his mind about you if you told him that you’ve never been this far with anyone? You don’t think it’s embarrassing when you think about it on your own, but to have to tell Levi this… you might fold in on yourself.

“What are you thinking about?” He lifts his gaze to meet your look of concern.

“I…” your chest swallows every word your mind formulates. Your words are washed away by this shitty feeling of shame every time you try to speak. “I-I…”

“You can tell me. Whatever it is.”

You swallow the acidic feeling of shame, not wanting to waste any more time.

“I’ve never…”

That’s all it took for Levi to understand your sudden change in demeanor.

He backed up, allowing you to sit again. He wants you just as much as before, regardless of what your mind tells you. If you’ll have him, he’ll be as gentle as possible with you, and he will be so considerate.

“Never?”

“Never,” you confirm. “But, I want to.”

Embarrassment takes the form of a scarlet blush on your cheeks, and you can barely hold eye contact with Levi.

“I’ve never been so in love with anyone to the point where I let myself be vulnerable like that.”

You’ve never been so in love with anyone? You wouldn’t let anyone touch you if you weren’t in love with them? You’re allowing yourself to be vulnerable for the first time? Levi has never been more nervous. You’re the closest thing to purity in his life.

“D-Do you… do you want me to do it?”

Your blush deepens when you nod in response.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, Levi.”

Oh great, you’re learning how to beg.

Levi snaps out of it. He gets off the couch, ready to move this to his bedroom. You grab onto the hand he reaches out to you and follow him through his house to another room.

—

You sat on the edge of his bed, arms crossed over your chest, and one leg crossed over the other, while staring blankly at the wall.

“I won’t look at you until you say I can,” Levi says, standing in the corner of the room, his back turned to you. He’s still fully dressed.

He asked if you would prefer him to undress you or if you wanted to undress yourself, and you went with the latter. It’s not that you didn’t want him to touch you, you were just mentally preparing yourself to be seen bare of all clothing by a man for the first time.

“Um, I guess it’s okay to look now.”

Your voice is small, but Levi perks up at the sound of it. He takes his time turning around, just incase you change your mind, but you don’t.

He takes a few steps leaving some distance between you and him. Your arms conceal your breasts, and the area between your legs is hidden by your leg crossed over the other. Levi is okay with this.

“This is weird.” You give him a sheepish smile.

“You’re beautiful.”

Your heartbeat goes unsteady. You want this so badly, even if your nerves are through the roof.

“You can sit next to me.”

He inches closer and closer, until he’s on the edge of the bed next to you. He can see the texture of your skin so clearly and the glow in your eyes.

“You make me nervous, Levi.” You put a hand on his shoulder as you press a kiss to his cheek.

He turns into your kisses, eventually meeting them with his own. Your hands glide down his chest, down to his stomach, until you reach the bottom of his shirt. Your fingers slide underneath his shirt, and you get a feel of his defined stomach muscles.

“Mm…” he hums, muffled by your lips. “Let me get this off.” He pulls the t-shirt over his head and flings it to the corner he stood in before.

You admire the newly revealed skin, your eyes scanning every inch of smoothness. You splay your hands over his chest, feeling the warmth beneath your fingertips.

“Is this okay?” You ask, your fingers lifting off his skin a little.

“Of course it is. Touch as you please.”

You spend some time touching and squishing his skin between your fingers gently. It has an effect on him. You can see it in the way his abdomen quivers when you drag your fingertips across his ribs, his chest, or his waist. You think you’re imagining the sound of him gasping, until your hands are held still by him.

“You can’t touch me there like that.”

“Sensitive?”

“M-Maybe.” He looks away, abashedly. “Whatever, it’s not about me. Tonight is about you.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Am I allowed to look at you and touch you?”

The heat returns to your face, a reaction that makes the corner of Levi’s lips twitch upward.

“You can look at all of me, and touch all of me, Levi.”

“Thank you for the clear consent. Now, lay down on the bed for me.”

You crawl towards the center of the bed, laying your head on one of his pillows. You feel so exposed, and your heart does not make an effort to settle. You look at Levi as he steps out of his sweatpants, folding them before tossing them in the same direction as his t-shirt. He gets on the bed and crawls to where you are. He can still see the nervousness. It’s in the way you avoid looking him in the eyes, or the way your fingers fidget on your stomach. He sees your erratic breathing through your chest—the inhale quickly put to an end so that you can exhale and vice-versa.

“I’ll be good to you. I promise.” His voice is soothing, despite the internal battle he’s fighting with his own nerves.

His hands are set on your thighs, a gesture that immediately makes your body tense. He gently pushes them apart to make room for torso to wedge in between.

“You’re very beautiful,” he says, quietly.

You can’t form a response when you can feel his bulge against your pelvis. You don’t know what to do with your hands that lay on either side of you.

“Oh,” you simply respond.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah, I feel fine.”

He hums in acknowledgment. He dips his head and locks lips with you, his hands wandering around your sides in search of your hands. When he has them in his hold, he places them on his waist, his nonverbal permission for you to touch him again.

“I’ll be so gentle with you.” His lips travel down your face, until they reach your neck. By the time he was done in that area, your skin ached. He sucked and bit and kissed your neck like he wanted to taste your blood. It drove you crazy, especially when he would go near your ear and whisper things that made your eyes go wide.

He licked a line along your collarbone. You could feel your nipples harden due to the gesture. You’ve never been licked before, much less touched in this area on purpose. His lips press against your upper chest area, slowly trailing down between your breasts. His tongue runs over one of your nipples, experimentally.

He looks up at you, searching for signs of you wanting to drop this whole thing. He was relieved to see that you liked how it was going so far, your mouth slightly gaped to let shy gasps escape.

He runs his tongue over your nipple once more before taking your breast into his mouth. His hand tended to the other one, rolling your sensitive peak between his fingers.

“F-Fuck.” You gasp, your toes curling at this new feeling of sensitivity. This is different. You’ve never felt this way by yourself, and never with anyone else. Levi seems like he’s done this a few times, but not the way he’s doing it for you. Based on the reaction he had to finding out you were a virgin, you assume he’s never had to do this for anyone, but is more than willing to if he truly cares.

“You’re so delicate,” he whispers, kissing his way down your stomach. Your stomach tenses at the feeling of his fingers grazing your sides, ending at your hips where his hands stay.

You don’t know if you’ve ever been more turned on. They’re just kisses. Kisses on your chest, kisses on your stomach, kisses on your waist, kisses just above your pelvis, but yeah, they’re just kisses.

Your hearts picks up its pace again. You make eye contact with Levi, both of you realizing he’s reached your most intimate area.

He sits on his knees, his hands smoothly grazing your thighs.

“How are you?” He asks.

You take a second to respond, but eventually formulate an okay reply.

“I definitely can’t complain. I feel so light right now, and I don’t think my face can burn any hotter.” You cover your face, not wanting to see the look on Levi’s face when he figures out that you’re the biggest dork on the planet. “I’ll shut up now.”

Levi’s chuckle shakes something inside of you. It’s deep, and unintentionally cocky, and fuck it’s sexy. What really got you was when he pulled your hands away from your face, and stared into your eyes, shortly before giving you a chaste kiss.

“I’m gonna need you to focus on me. Tell me when you’ve had enough. Tell me when you need more. I will tend to your needs. Understand?”

“Okay. I understand.”

He lays between your legs again, his fingers ghosting your inner thighs, the digits getting closer and closer to your cunt.

Your heart was in your throat by the time he touched your folds. Your chest was sore from the unsettled rattling in it.

“What has you so wet, sweetheart?” He spreads your folds, exposing your glossy cunt.

“H-Huh?” You didn’t understand a word he said, too focused on the foreign feeling of someone else’s touch down there.

“Do you usually get this wet when you touch yourself?” He asks, rephrasing his previous question.

“No. It’s never like this when it’s just me.”

He thumbs at your clit, eliciting a quick movement from your hips.

“S-Sorry, sorry.” You chuckle nervously.

“That’s okay. This is new to you. I want you to feel good.” When he talks, he’s distracting. You listen so intently to his words until you feel two fingers sliding up and down your slit. You swallow thickly, your gaze avoiding his as his fingers glide so easily over your cunt. You’re somewhat embarrassed by how little it took to make you feel this way, and to make it worse, you can’t read minds, so you don’t know what Levi thinks of it.

“O-Oh, what the fuck…” you say, breathily.

“Tell me if you don’t like something, or if you feel uncomfortable. Tell me what feels good, and i’ll try to enhance it. Communicate with me.”

“Okay.”

“If you want me to stop, say so and I will.”

“O-Okay, Levi.” Your voice came out in the form of a desperate moan. He had not eased up on the sliding of his fingers between your folds since he started. There was an intensity to it despite his fingers moving at a tantalizing pace. The way his eyes devoured your expressions, and the sight of his tongue poking out to swipe at his bottom lip.

Your slick glazed over his fingertips from simply running his fingers through your slit. He can easily slide them into your deprived hole.

“I’m gonna put a finger in. Remember what I told you before.”

You nod.

You didn’t expect to be met with his tongue on your clit while he eased a finger inside you. It was enough to make your thighs tremble.

Your walls gave him some resistance—your fingers had never made it that far in without bringing some discomfort—but he pushed further, checking in on you to make sure you were okay.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little. It’s not intolerable, though.”

He didn’t want to hurt you anymore than he already was so he was careful when he prodded around inside you.

A high pitched gasp brought him out of the concentration he had on the feeling of your insides. He looked up at you, taken aback by the look of utter bliss on your face. Just a few minutes ago, you were hurting, and now you looked like you were feeling all the pleasure he wanted to give you. Your arms were up, your hands scrunching up the pillow your head laid on. Your head sank into the pillow, your jaw slightly hanging, allowing your sweet moans to reach his ears.

He must have found a good spot, because you began writhing every time his finger brushed against the same area.

“Right there.” His voice rumbles against your cunt.

“Oh! Ah—fuck!” You claw at the fabric of the pillowcase.

“Can you take another one?”

“I think so, just don’t let me cum. Please,” you whine.

“Why not, hm?” He brings his index finger to your hole, again distracting you from how full you’ll be in a second with his voice.

“I want you to do it.”

“I am doing it,” he says, teasingly like an ass.

“Levi!” You whine. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t. Care to explain?”

“I want it.”

He can’t help but grin at your censorship. He knows what you want, but he’ll drag this banter out for the sake of watching you struggle to respond to his teasing. You can barely say three words without moaning.

He watches your face contort when a random curl of his fingers throws your entire body into a spiral of pleasure. You fear you might rip holes into his pillowcase from how much you’ve been scratching and harshly gripping it.

“Tell me what you want, and you can have it.” His eyes look at yours intently, awaiting a breathy response.

You shudder, your stomach caving as you inhale deeply.

“I want you! Fuck, I want you inside me!” You cry out, your hips rolling to meet the thrust of his fingers.

Like magic, he predicted how close you were to coming and pulled his fingers out of your cunt. All that is heard is the sound of you panting, trying to catch your breath after what just happened.

Levi was unbelievably turned on by you. His cock hadn’t stopped twitching since he first straddled you on the couch, and knowing that he almost made you cum just seemed to make him even more horny.

You saw the bulge in the thin fabric of his briefs, and the splash of pre-cum that littered the garment. Levi caught you staring which caused your face to burn up.

“Do you still want this?” He asks, his thumbs hooked inside the elastic band of his briefs.

“I still want you, Levi,” you answer.

“Just wanted to check again.”

He removes the final article of clothing on him, throwing it where the rest of his clothes lies on the ground.

“Oh god.” you mumble to yourself, in pure awe at the size of him. Your eyes glimmer like it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen, but at the same time you’re scared to know that it’s going inside you.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be gentle with you like I said I would.” Levi’s face is burning up like yours, the nervousness of being fully bare for you is sinking in.

“I trust you, Levi. It’s just… it’s big. You’re big.”

Fuck you and the ego boost you gave him. You’re making him nervous, and that’s the last thing he wants to be as your first.

“I’ll be careful. I’ll take it slow.” He kisses your knee, then your thigh. “I wouldn’t intentionally hurt you. Please know that.” He kisses between your breasts, then kisses the column of your throat. His face is right above yours, and you share a look of appreciation for each other. You’re not smiling, but you can feel the immense amount of love in the eye contact you hold with him.

“Keep your eyes on me. I will stop the second you say stop. Don’t be afraid to admit that you’re uncomfortable. Pushing your boundaries isn’t cool.”

“Yes, Levi,” you say, acknowledging his safety measure.

He guides the tip of his cock through your folds a few times, eliciting a few gasps from how sensitive you already were. He stops toying with you and sticks just the tip inside you. You kept your eyes on him like you said you would. He watches the change in your expression as he pushes into you little by little. You swear you hear his breath hitch when he reaches the halfway point.

The stretch stings, more than it did when it was his fingers. It made sense, his dick was longer and thicker than his fingers. Your eyes began to water a little, but you didn’t want him to worry. You did what you could to hold back the tears.

“I know,” he coos, kissing away the singular tear that rolled down your cheek.

“Fuck, i’m a weenie.” You chuckle, blinking away more tears that threaten to fall.

“You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

“I knew you would hurt,” you joke.

“Is it excruciating?” He kisses your warm cheeks, still feeling some dampness from the tears that escaped your eyes.

“I thought I was gonna die, but here I am.” You giggle, pulling his face down for a kiss. All this time, you’ve been afraid of meeting the wrong person to share such an important milestone with. You’re happy to see that Levi is kind, and patient, and that you’re able to enjoy this as much as you are because you know he’s unbothered by your inexperience.

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

You can feel him throbbing inside you. “Fuck, I’m so full, Levi.” It’s a new feeling, and it doesn’t fail to make your desire for him strengthen. You like that he wants you too. He makes you feel important with every passing minute that he isn’t thinking about leaving, or rushing this moment with you.

“I’m in all the way. Do you think you can handle some movement?” He asks, kissing along your jawline.

“Y-Yes.”

He pulls his hips back and slowly thrusts back into you. The feeling of your warm walls hugging him so tightly made Levi gasp. You whimper as you’re once again filled to the brim. The stretch still burns, but you’re counting on the next couple thrusts to make it better.

“You’re so—ah—t-tight. Fuck.”

Your hands travel onto his back, your nails gently scratching. You can feel the goosebumps rising on his skin.

“Fuck, Levi,” you moan, a shuddered exhale following the sultry sound.

“What do you want? More or less? Slower or faster?”

“M-More, more. I want more of you. I want all of you,” you cry out, desperate to have him so close.

He picks up the pace of his rolling hips, his breath stuttered as your warm wetness further enhances the stimulation of his cock.

“God, you feel so good,” he purrs into your ear.

“L-Levi!”

“Fuck—oh fuck—I love the way you say my name. Say it again,” he groans, burying his face into your neck.

“Levi—fucking—L-Levi!” You claw freely at his back, unaware of the harsh red lines you leave on his skin. He’ll feel it later, but then again, everything will be felt later. The good and the bad.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he pants, and the wetness of his tongue as he licks you before sinking his teeth into you.

“A-Ah, fuck, fuck!” Your breathing is quick and shaky as Levi rocks you back and forth. You’re pretty sure there wasn’t a creak in his bed when you first got there.

You wrap your legs around Levi’s waist, a quick adjustment that adds just that much to the pleasure you’re feeling. Levi’s hands slide down to the backs of your thighs, holding you still in a firm grip to hit the perfect spot every time.

You’re overwhelmed with pleasure. The feeling of Levi squeezing your thighs, his nails digging into the flesh, his tip prodding your sensitive spot over and over again, his gaze trained on the whites of your eyes when they roll into the back of your head. It’s all so intense.

“I-I’m gonna—oh god—i’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, Levi!”

“You got it, sweetheart. Do it for me.” He lets go of his hold on your thighs in favor of stimulating your more sensitive areas. His right hand goes for your nipple, playing with it nonstop, while his left hand focuses on your clit. His index finger swirls the little nub around in circles, and he takes pleasure in watching the way you quickly unravel beneath his touch.

Your moans and gasps are higher in pitch. For the last few seconds until you fall into that pit of relentless pleasure, you feel like you can’t breathe. Levi ruts into you at a quicker pace, the sensation causing your legs to squeeze his waist harder. It’s bordering overstimulation, but you’re wondering if he’s going to cum too. Just as the thought invades your mind, his hips stutter, and his breathing gets heavier.

“Fuck…” he breathes. “Loosen up, sweetheart. I need to pull out.” He pulls out, your clenching hole drooling all your juices that Levi kept stuffing into you.

You watch him pump his length, thumbing at his drooling slit until he groans deeply. His breath gets caught in his throat, and comes out in the form of a shudder, his white essence shooting out and dripping over his hand.

You watch him try to recompose himself, while trying to do so yourself. He looked beautiful, his skin glowing with sweat.

“Come here.” You call, your arms open for him to dive into.

“I’m sweaty.”

“I don’t care. Come here,” you repeat.

He looks at his hand in disgust.

“Give me a few seconds.” He says quickly walking to the restroom to wash his hands. He refused to touch you with something so filthy.

He hurried back into the bedroom, immediately crawling into your embrace. He laid his head on your chest, and listened to your racing heartbeat. You carded your fingers through his hair, looking down at him with unrivaled adoration. There were some dampened pieces of hair, a few locks slightly darker in tone than the rest of his hair. You smiled softly as you smoothed down peaks of his hair that stuck up like horns.

“Is this something you do for everyone you bring to bed?” You ask, your voice calm to keep the mood intimate.

“I’ve never done it this way for anyone. This time was meaningful.”

“Meaningful because you were my first or meaningful because your heart races when you see me, even with clothes on.”

There is a short pause. You thought he might’ve fallen asleep until his grip on your torso tightened.

“Both.”

You’re leaving tomorrow. You won’t see this enchanting man every day like you have this entire month. Long distance never works, and you’re worried he’ll forget about you within a week. You want him to wonder about you, and what you’re doing. You want him to miss you so much that you have to talk him out of leaving his life behind to follow you. You’re well aware that it’s completely selfish.

You sigh, trying to ignore those thoughts.

“I should probably get going. I have an early flight to catch tomorrow.” You say this, but you don’t make any attempt to move.

“Do you really want to go? The bed is big enough for two.”

“I still have some things to pack. If I want to get at least five hours of sleep, I have to go now.”

His fiendish mind switches on like magic.

“Let’s work something out that doesn’t involve you leaving my house until the early morning, yeah?”

“Levi,” you whine, sitting up on the bed. “I need to sleep.”

“I can put you to sleep right here, right now. We can wake up early tomorrow, and I’ll even help you pack the rest of your things.”

You don’t want to leave. You don’t want to leave Levi. If you stay this one night, you can pretend you’re lovers that live in the same home, and sleep in the same bed.

You sigh, defeated. “It’s so hard to say no to you. I hate you, but I don’t actually hate you.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Deal with it. You wanted me to stay, so you’ll deal with my nonsense,” you bite, blushing at the ridiculous word vomit that you just spewed.

“You know it makes no difference to me if you’re reciting a poem or talking dirty. They’re basically the same thing.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Not intentionally. Is it working?”

You snicker, falling back onto the bed, seeing as though you won’t be leaving his house tonight.

“Maybe a little,” you chuckle, brushing one of his bangs up, watching it slowly fall right after. “How am I gonna fall asleep at this time, Levi? I’m wide awake.”

“Leave that to me. Is that where you’ll be sleeping? In that position?” He sits on his knees between your legs.

“Yeah, I think so,” you confirm.

He drapes the comforter over his back, the edge reaching the top of his head.

“You can use this to keep you warm.” He lifts the blanket a little more so that it reaches you. It now covers his most of his body, and all you see is the figure of his head making a protrusion in the flat cover, and his heels sticking out of the blanket.

“What are you doing down there?” You ask, lifting the blanket from your stomach. You feel Levi’s palms spreading your thighs like before.

“Close your eyes, and stay as still as possible.”

“I knew you were trying to seduce me,” you mutter. You drop the blanket onto your stomach again and close your eyes.

You feel his warm, wet tongue against your cunt. Nothing extreme, just soft lapping. He won’t use his fingers to encourage your climax, because this time he wants to build you up slowly and drink the soft little sighs that leave your mouth. He’s much less nervous about pleasing you intensely, because if there’s anything that’s coming out of this, it’s you coming hard from so little, and knocking out.

“Calm down, sweetheart. You’re tense. Is this too much for you?” His hand caresses your thigh, his thumb molding into the plush before allowing it to bounce back into place.

“N-No,” you stutter, a sweet whimper leaving you.

He smirks, watching you fidget from below. He knew what he was doing when his tongue grazed your hole, causing it to spasm around nothing. He didn’t touch it again for the rest of the time he was there with his head between your legs, and that broke you.

It took only a few licks to your clit to turn you into a puddle. Levi enjoyed the way your thighs trapped his face against your heat. Your stomach rolled and your chest rose with heavy breaths. Your mouth hung open to release all the pent up whimpers and gasps you held in. You didn’t want Levi to think it took so little to make you come undone, but he witnessed it anyway. He never judged you for it.

You kept your eyes closed, and your breathing began to regulate. You could now see why Levi used this method to put you to sleep. You were exhausted, and unwilling to move or go anywhere.

Levi kissed your thighs, and your stomach beneath the covers. His head finally poked out from the blanket, and it was the most lovable sight. You were fast asleep.

It took a little longer for Levi to fall asleep, because It all hit him at once when you weren’t awake to talk to him. The fact that you weren’t going to be a text message away anymore after seven in the morning. The idea of you finding someone more interesting, and discovering love quicker with them than you did with him. He doesn’t want you to go so far.

Eventually, he fell asleep, and sadly, he didn’t dream of you.

—

As promised, you both woke up early and went to your apartment to finish packing the rest of your belongings. You made promises to each other before you left. Promises like, ‘I promise you’ll be the first person on my mind when I see a heart shaped rock in the dirt,’ or, ‘I promise my heart won’t race as fast for anyone else as it does for you.’

‘I wasn’t supposed to get attached to you,’ Levi admitted to you when you mentioned how short your time together felt.

And after all of that, after all those moments and all those words that were exchanged from the ends of your souls, you were gone. You were unheard from for an excruciating three years.