#FINALLY i worked so hard on this my body hurts sm

[emoreooo]

i love you, i love you, i love you

[kuni-is-daddy]

✦Dom!Fatui Scaramouche x Human Fem!Reader please? <3 IF YOU DO THIS I'LL LOVE YOU SM (because there's not that many fatui scaramouche smut..☹️) MWAHH THANK YOUUU,✦

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✦Dom! Fatui scaramouche x Human Fem! Reader✦

://ToyPlay!Teasing,M/tingPress Word Count: 1k.

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Cw: Minors do NOT interact past the cut! This is a NSFW POST!

Scara's private Library was your favorite place within the palace. It was wonderful, A comfy sofa next to a small table lamp and bookshelf, Along with a cozy fireplace practically suited for nice naps and organizing your thoughts. Unfortunately, You we're stuck with the little 'gift' he's given you, As you we're about to grab a book a sudden buzz shocked through your lower body "Ah~!" Your hand covered your mouth. That jerk was trying to catch you off guard. "Mnh..Oh god~" Your teeth bit hard into your hand, Biting at the gold ring mistakenly...

Your thighs pressed together for stimulation, Pushing the toy deeper along your walls. It was nothing close to his size, And archons was it a tease. "Ugh~ F-fuck kuni..This-ah stupid toy.." Its not like He was far away ~ The whole floor was designated His Chambers, He was 2 doors away~! But of course that sadistic puppet wouldnt let you off easily.

Sighing, you stumbled into his office. "Huh. Its barely been an hour and look at you..So needy to rush for my help? Or have you come to try another one of your pathetic little tricks?" He took a small object off his desk and shoved it into his pocket. You greeted him with silence and tried your hardest to not glare his way while approaching him Scara lightly smirked, Just what was going on in that head of yours? He thought. But whatever it was, He knew it was about him and him only. His legs unpropped, Welcoming you into his lap. Obediently you sat on his lap, and He grabbed you by your chin, squishing your face as if you perked up for him. Your eyes never parted from his deceiving looks, He pressed closer against your body, his erection twitched in his pants. "I didnt rush for your hel-AH!~" Another wave of pleasure cut through your rambling as he turned the toy on again. You sunk your head into his shoulder, weakly covering your moans. "With that lying tongue of yours, I expected you to last a little longer." Scara left the toy on as his hand left his pocket, Trailing his hand to your waist then down your thighs and under your dress

"You enjoyed yourself yeah? Is my little princess, okay?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to see your face but couldnt. Your sleeve started to coat damp while covering your mouth, Scara groped your ass tighter, Shifting around on the couch. But you stayed silent, knowing he was already at his wits end with his Boring job.

He huffed "If you keep playing shy I'll keep you like this. Sitting on my lap while I work and you Whimper like a pleading Bitch For me to fuck you." You mumbled in response, And scara finally hooked his hand on your hair. "Mn mn! N-no Scara.. H-help me please! I cant- It hurts~!" Scara grinned, But continued His act. "Oh~ Where does it hurt Love?" "T-th the toy fuck~! I wanna cum scara~! please!" Your clothed clit rutted back and forth against his lap, now desperately grinding on his pants for release. "You really are a slut. But fine~ Ill tend to you for a bit."

Scaramouche picked you up, Then propped you on the nearest surface he could, His Couch with your sprawled under him. He took off your dress; Before you could lay properly Scara pressed his lips onto yours with his knee inbetween your thigh again, Pressing the vibrator further against your wet bud. Your tongue mushed with his, While your moans directly muffled throughout the kiss. The balladeer was hungry, If you weren't going to come back to the bedroom, He was sure to fuck you In the library, Pushing the books off the table while holding your legs up for comfort with your skin slapping on his. You began patting at his back and scara finally parted the kiss, Your body was on fire with your lips glossy from his saliva. Scara turned his attention down to your legs parting them properly and touching at the wetspot in your panties. "Just look how wet you are. This pretty pussy has been missing my cock this much?" With his index and middle digits Scara pulled your garment down slightly, Then inserted his fingers into your gushing wet hole "Y-yes Scara~! Hn I want more~!" You moaned out his name, Head shooting back a bit after he removed the buzzing vibrator, quickly replacing it with his digits scissoring your folds. With his free hand, Scara began undoing his belt. "More? You want my cock? Does my pretty little wife want to get fucked now Like the slut she is?" "Please~! Please fuck me with your cock~!"

Scara pulled down his pants and stained boxers, His shaft immediately sprung out with your eyes looking eagerly. He bit on his sleeveless gloves hard, spitting them off his hands, then lining himself up into your entrance, He was so horny and couldnt even take a moment to smear some of your juices on his tip. Scara pushed himself Balls deep into your Pussy, immediately hitting your G spot and earning a sweet moan from your lips, He leaned down properly, completely folding your legs towards your shoulders in a mating press, It was a dirty position, But on the small couch scara wanted You warming his hard cock as much as you could. Scara let out a sharp sigh before Thrusting himself inside you again at a slow pace, Your pussy clomped down on his cock, Squeezing him inbetween your velvet Wet walls. "Ah shit your so tight! God-FUCK!" He hissed but dug his own face into your shoulder, Sucking tight on your skin leading up from your collar bones "F-faster kuni please~! Fuck me faster!" You pleaded and Kuni Thrusted into you harder and harder Until a bulge from his cock enveloped in your tummy. "Yeah you like that? Want me to breed you? Do you want my seed?" "F-fuck yes scara!" You continued moaning out for him, Either using his alias or his true name you didnt care, All you wanted was for his hot and creamy seed to fill you up as he wanted.

"Yes yes yes~! Mn kuni! Im close! im gonna cum!" Reaching your orgasm, Your juices squirted onto his chest, Some dreaning on his cock, While even a little bit on the couch. "You dirty slut Squirting like that on my Ah~!" You wrapped your legs around him tightly, Pulling him off your blooming hickeys and now on your lips to make out with him again. Now the puppet was beginning to feel overwhelmed, A heated purple emitting in his pupils of his messy black and red clashed eyeliner, Fuck he was gonna cum. "Just like that Y/n~! Im g'nna get you pregnant love Oh shit~!" Kuni thrusted into you two more times before slamming him cock inside you, Burying himself as deep as he could while ropes of his white liquid rushed into your womb.

A/N: I hope this was well done for you anon :) Thank you for reading!

[luffington]

OMG im obsessed with the fic with Cora and Doffy X Reader! i was wondering if i could request just Corazon X Reader? im absolutely crazy about the idea of sweet Cora having those repressed sadistic urges, and his struggle with wanting to be soft and kind, but cant help liking the darker and meaner, its just. UGH SO GOOD

Maybe the reader could have picked up on that a bit and is teasing him into giving in to those urges (which they're totally into lol)

Also i love your fics sm! keep up the great work <3

✧.* art credit!

➤ pairing: donquixote rosinante (corazon) x gn!reader

➤ word count: 1.3k

➤ warnings: dom!corazon, possessive!corazon, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), praise kink, established relationship, fem reader

RIGHT ITS SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT!!! we barely know anything about cora outside of what law experienced and we'll probably never find out more so.... character interpretation!

my first draft of this had a paragraph where the reader acted bratty to try to coax out his mean side and he almost starting crying.... i took it out because i couldn't do that to him (ㅠ‸ㅠ)

this ended up being pretty similar to the other fic (read here) but i hope you like it!

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Corazon was the sweetest man you’d ever met. Sure, he was a master of deception – hiding his Devil Fruit powers and tricking his brother into trusting him was definitely not an easy feat. His anger issues could use some work, even though the reasons behind his outrage were always justified. But his loving personality and strong sense of morality were very real.

He never doubted your kind heart, either. You had joined the Donquixote Family simply because you had no other options, and dealing with his crazy older brother was better than starving on the streets. Corazon was able to relax around you, be silly and affectionate without being judged by his cold-hearted coworkers, and finally speak after long stretches of staying silent.

But there was more to him.

Doflamingo seemed to be the black sheep based on what little you knew about the biological Donquixotes. A rare case of madness in an otherwise well-intentioned family. However, the brothers still shared the same genes and the same horrific childhood. And even though Corazon never discussed his experiences in the Navy, he certainly witnessed terrible things that still weighed on his mind.

Your boyfriend tried his best to keep any deep-rooted darkness away from you, but it was unhealthy for him to repress every negative emotion. You wanted him to feel comfortable around you. He didn’t need to be an angel all the time.

One time, the eternally clumsy blonde almost fell trying to hover above you in bed. Not wanting to crush you with his ten-foot tall body, he caught himself by grabbing your arm. Hard. You squeaked in surprise and he immediately apologized, but dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises stained your skin by the end of the night.

Early the next morning, when he thought you were still asleep, he lightly traced the marks over and over. You caught him staring at them throughout the day, too, looking more intrigued than upset. He littered your neck, chest, and thighs with hickies the next time you fucked, and you realized inflicting pain wasn’t what turned him on – he didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted to mark you. Those were his fingerprints on your arm.

So much was taken away from him at a young age that of course he wanted to claim you as his own. Hickies were more conventionally sexy than bruises, so he was less ashamed about admiring them in front of you and telling you how pretty you look. Even gently rubbing a large one on your neck during a Family meeting, which made his brother huff and tell you to get a room. Corazon did get a room after that – pulled you aside into a private bathroom and fucked you against the sink while making you stare at yourself in the mirror. Whispering in a deep voice about how the color of your hickies matched his plum-colored lipstick.

A few weeks later, he came home in the middle of the night after being away on a mission with Diamante and Trebol for nearly a week. Thunder boomed outside the window and his feathery black coat left behind a trail of rainwater as he stumbled into your shared room. His tall frame visibly shook with anger, his dark sunglasses barely covered the fury burning in his eyes. You got out of bed to greet him and asked how the operation went, but he just pulled you into a very wet hug and mumbled, “I don’t want to think about it ever again.” 

You blinked slowly and whispered, “I can help you forget.”

The blonde threw his half-burned cigarette to the floor then smashed his lips against yours. He didn’t bother taking the time to build up to a heated kiss. Immediately biting your lower lip raw before pushing his long tongue inside your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut, easily submitting and letting him take whatever he wanted from you. The smell of smoke caught both of your attention. Corazon instinctively stomped out the cigarette ashes smoldering on the throw rug without tearing away from the kiss for even a moment. 

“Let me use you.” He looked as desperate as he sounded. “Just for tonight, can you be my little doll? I’ll make it up to you later, I promise, I’ll be so good to you.” Heat shot straight to your core and you nodded fervently, clutching onto his drenched clothes like your life depended on it.

Which is how you ended up with his lengthy cock down your throat, your bare ass in the air and body wedged between his sprawled-out legs. Calloused fingers tangled in your hair to firmly guide you up and down. Graciously giving you time to relax by letting you swirl your tongue around the swollen tip, though he never pulled you entirely off his dick. He looked so pretty like this – damp hair clinging to his forehead, pale cheeks turned pretty pink, subtly squirming on the mattress, pupils fully blown out with lust. 

Corazon suddenly thrust upwards to hear you gag, several inches of his cock forcing their way into your tight throat. Tiny teardrops reflexively lined your eyes as your gag reflex kicked in. You expected the blonde to panic and immediately stop – even though it was just your body’s natural reaction and you were enjoying every second. But instead, he licked his lips like he wanted to devour you. 

There were those Doflamingo genes.

But unlike his selfish brother, Corazon asked if you were comfortable with everything happening for the second time that night. You gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up, obviously unable to verbally confirm with his dick stretching your mouth to its limit. His cock drooled salty precum onto your tongue as thick globs of your drool dripped down to his balls. 

You used both hands to stroke the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth – the huge man had a huge dick to match. Corazon swatted them away, held your wrists in one giant hand then pushed down hard until every inch of him was deep in your throat, messy blonde pubes tickling your nose. He was glad he set up a sound barrier, otherwise the entire Family would’ve heard the debauched moan that spilled from his lips.

After a few moments of admiring you and the prominent bulge in your throat, your boyfriend released you just before it became too much. “Good girl,” Corazon panted with a dazed smile. “Such a good girl, taking it all like you’re supposed to.”

He gave up trying to hold back after that, bucking his hips against your face and rambling about how pretty and perfect you looked like this. He pressed your head all the way down again just before he hit his peak, shooting a large load of cum directly into your stomach. When he saw your ruined state, a dark pit formed in his stomach. Tears stained your cheeks and spit dripped down your chin as you gasped for air, and he was turned on by it. 

Corazon quickly pulled you close to press soft kisses against your cheek and make sure you were okay. Nothing you said seemed to convince him, so you brought his hand between your thighs. When he swiped a finger through your folds, his eyes widened at how wet you were. He admired the way your sticky juices webbed between his digits, then immediately began toying with your cunt.

“I would’ve stopped you if you didn’t like it,” you grinned, shamelessly rutting against the palm of his hand. “Ruin me with your cock more. I’ll be a good toy for you.”

Corazon gulped, stomach fluttering with sinful excitement. “O-Okay, if… if you’re sure that’s what you want.”

Both of you knew he wanted it more than anything.

[sanspuppet]

hi, i js wna say i LOVE!!! ur work sm and i was wondering if you could do a sub san smut (like lots of begging and stuff) :p only if your hard hours are open, that is! If they’re not, it’s fine!!! I’ll wait :> !! Thank u for ur works<3

Sex at 8 a.m. always feels better~

W/T: unprotected sex, morning sex, dom reader, lots of begging/ dirty talk

Synopsis: You help your boyfriend on another needy morning of his

A/O: thanks anon! i’m always happy to see that people like my works :3 i hope you can enjoy mwah <33

“Good morning, beautiful” San cards his fingers through your hair as soon as he notices your eyes lazily glancing at him, the morning light just woke you up. “Good morning, Sannie” He lowly whines, his hand goes down to your side, resting on your barely clothed ass. “Sweetheart, it feels so uncomfortable to have a morning wood.” You first wrap your leg around his waist, then sit suddenly on him as he’s looking at you with aroused eyes. “you’re asking me to help you get rid of it, aren’t you?” you chuckle at his desperate nod. “Yeah baby, i’d appreciate it so much” One hand rests on his cheek, slowly dragging it down his bare chest, while admiring the overlines of his abs. “So, I just woke up, still sleepy, and you want me to ride you? At least you should beg for it” San bites his lip, he would swear that he could just come in his pants at the feeling of your body weight sat on his boner. “Please, i’ll be good, just do it, i’ll get you a reward” His hands grab your waist, squeezing your soft skin. “Oh, like?” He thinks a few seconds before replying. “Breakfast in bed, i’ll cook whatever you want” “Fine” His hands grip the waistband of your shorts, motioning you to take them off. Once they’re gone, thrown somewhere on the floor, he murmurs: “Please, my boxers too. I can’t wait no more, it hurts” Actually, you’re instantly wet at the sight of his cock popping out of his underwear, veins are pulsing around his length, the tip’s of a cherry red covered in precum. You grab the base of it, positioning yourself on it enough for its tip to penetrate you, and because you quite enjoy teasing him, you start to rub your cunt against it, gaining from him needy whimpers: “Oh god, please fuck yourself on me already. Please it feels too good to be inside you.” You wrap your hand around his neck, raising his chin. “Oh, you need me so bad. I see, i’ll give you what you want.” Right after, you sit on his lap, taking all of his dick deep inside you. “Fuck, t-thank you baby” You give a little peck on his cheeks before starting to bounce rhythmically. “Oh my- you stroke me so well, perfectly tight…” You both let out a small moan, when his cockhead finally touches your g-spot. “Feels amazing, San” The more you ride him, the more you get wet. The wetter you are, the closer you two feel your orgasm approaching. “Inside baby, please let me cum inside.” You giggle, speeding up the pace of your ass slapping against his pelvis, the sound of it is followed by San’s moans, that get louder with every time. “Should i pull out? I don’t know…” you joke, but because he’s too pussydrunk to even think properly and get it, he insists: “Nonono please- i’m cumming- inside” Seconds after, you feel the warmth of his cum shooting inside you, there’s so much that’s leaking out even though he’s still inside you. “Fuck, fuck— Thank you, lovely” He gets up to kiss you deeply, tongues are messing out with each other. You lay down on the mattress once you pull out, San pinches your cheek before getting up. “I’ll get a towel for you, don’t worry.” You grab his wrist: “Oh and… A croissant and some strawberries, thanks.”

[ilys00ga]

Exes to lovers hurt/comfort with Yoongi? Oc is going through a really hard time and one minor inconvenience sets her up to break down and yoongi finds her and they seek solace to each other because no one listens like Yoongi does. Just a moment of oc burrowing her head on his shoulder in silence and boom. Happy ending.

I GO BACK TO YOU, EVERYTIME !

pairing: yoongi x female reader.

genre: hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, post breakup, some bitter sweetness and fluff as well, yoongi is very sweet, they still love each other hahaha.

warnings: none, I think. oh some mentions of cheating. lots of crying lolol.

A/N: hello, I am SORRY for the late upload of this. I keep losing track of writing and posting 😫 but thank u sm for this <3 I hope you like it, I wasn't sure how and what to write tbh but that's what I could come up with...

I tried using "she/her" pronouns instead of "you" for some change, I hope that's fine with u!

I have one more request to make, and it'll probably be posted after a week or something:') but yeah, thanks to everyone who sent me reqs. this was so fun. remember, u can send more they are currently open! (my exams are in like one week or so lmfao)

PS. English is not my first language, so u know the drill.

the tip of yoongi's ears began to ache, and his eyes felt so heavy after several hours of sitting in front of his computer screen, wearing the same set of headphones on his head.

he rubbed his tired face with his palms and threw his head back with a loud groan. he was exhausted. this specific project he was working on consumed him the most this month.

just as he was about to resume his work, the door to his studio rang, and he huffed. the grumpy man up with slumped shoulders and a scowl ready to stare daggers at whoever decided it was just the perfect timing to interrupt his misery.

"....yoongi..." a whimper of his name made his head snap up and face the woman standing right in front of him. his eyes widened as he saw her flushed face twisted with tears running down her cheeks. visibly fresh stains of coffee covered her attire, and her hands were shaking.

swallowing, he didn't utter a word, standing there as he felt his heart pumping cold blood through his wide chest and into his entire body. it's been nearly two years since he'd last spoken to her after the messed up break-up they had.

"yoongi.." a sob shook the woman's shoulders this time as she crouched down, crying and shrinking into her own self right in front of him.

if you'd travel back two years and more ago in time, you'd see yoongi wasting no time in wrapping his arms around her body, but that sweet privilege he once had is long since gone. the she and he that once made this very beautiful thing is long since gone. she were no longer "her" and he was no longer "him". it was hard to decide whether to say "thankfully" or "unfortunately" each time yoongi recalled that gut-wrenching fact.

instead, he quickly kneeled in front of her, hesitating and contemplating before finally settling on just gently putting one of his trembling hands on her shoulder as he wasted no time in asking: "___ what's wrong? are you hurt?"

as if it was embarrassed of her commitment to silence, her head moved on its own will in a light shake of "no."

"what happened?" he repeated in a much calmer voice.

"he- he ch-cheated on m-... again- he-" her body rocked, dancing along with each sob as she struggled to speak. and when he realised that he won'tve getting a proper answer, yoongi silently–and very delicately, as though she would break if he tugged any harder on her skin–grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the studio.

after closing the door and making her sit on the couch, he asked one more time, "what happened?"

his voice never lost that soft tone, she noted, and gulped down the lump that was stuck in her throat, and after some time stuttered with a shaky voice, "I'm so sorry to bother you. i just had such a bad day, and I kind of panicked so hard and ran up here."

"what about this," he pointed at her stained clothes and frowned, "and what did you say about cheating again?"

sniffling, she sighed and rested her hair against the back of the sofa, "found out that Jaehun cheated on me multiple times, and I had a coffee accident. I didn't know where to go, so..."

yoongi stared at her silently, part of him was relieved nothing that bad had occurred to her, the other, the slightly selfish one, had the corners of its lips twitching upwards when he heard that the man he's been dreading for the past few months turned put to be a complete asshole. it was embarrassing, yes, that's why he can never admit that he's still stuck on her, that he felt as though he'd lost a chunk of himself when he knew that she was with somebody new. but he also can't complain, not after everything that happened, not after breaking it apart.

"I'm sorry you always end up with assholes." was all he said.

and a simple "by the way, it's fine, you've always been welcome here" from him was all it took to break her shell. all the self restraint she'd been pulling, all the walls she'd been shielding herself with, it all went flat to the ground, and this time her vision blurred up with hot tears, easily spilling and racing down her cheeks in a matter of seconds. finally giving up the strings she'd been clutching on for dear life.

yoongi was caught off guard, but not surprised. he pursed his lips as he extended his arm to wrap it around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him and burying her face right where it belongs, his neck.

that terribly reminded him of all the sleepless nights after heavy, long days at work they spent cuddled up so close to each other. her crying as she spilled her heart's content to him, and him listening as he rubbed on her back and kissed her head.

seeing her again, one hair away from him after long months of distance and silent, guilty glances whenever they ran into each other in the building they both worked at, was the cherry on top that poisoned cake.

he tightly hugged her, whispering sweet nothings into her hair as he buried his nose into it. he used to like doing that, feeling the tickling of her strands on his nose and the scent he sipped on like a mad man.

after a long moment, her sobs thinned into hiccups, then soft sniffles, and she dried her face up with the long sleeves of her cardigan.

"feeling better?" why is his voice always so damn soft?

she nodded with a tiny hum, slowly raising her body to pull out of the hug.

when she glanced at him, oh boy, when she did glance at him, she was met with those pair of cat eyes, all wide with pure concern. so intense that she quickly averted hers as heat spread through her face and neck.

"I'm fine.." she whispered with a voice hoarse from all the crying.

"you reek of coffee." yoongi joked in an attempt to brighten the mood, smiling as he offered her a package of wet wipes.

"thanks." the woman's lips slowly pushed into a small pout, and she muttered, "I'm sorry for bothering you with my crying."

"don't worry about that, i kind of missed this anyway."

"you miss seeing me cry?" she mused.

"no, I just... it's been so long..."

neither of them said anything for a while, falling into some kind of silence. strangely, there was no awkwardness in it, just hundreds of heavily unspoken confessions and things hanging in the air, all mixed with burning yearning for one another.

"I missed you.." she whispered in a hushed tone, "I thought I would never get to talk to you again."

"i hope you're joking." he replied, "because I don't think you being serious would make it hurt any less."

"I'm sorry that we fought." she apologized.

"I'm sorry, I was an asshole too." yoongi licked his lips, a pinch of fear ached his heart all of a sudden, but he added anyway with a small voice, "do you... do you wanna meet up tomorrow? we could grab some dinner and just... talk."

"alright" she smiled.

"good. I'll call you in the morning, then. good?" yoongi felt as though his heart would jump out of his rib cage and run out of the studio from how overwhelming the whole situation was, if it weren't for her reassuring smile that made it all so much easier to handle.

"good." she replied.

"that was so easy...why didn't we do this earlier?" he covered his burning face with his hands and chuckled.

"we were just too dumb to think back then."

"yeah, we were." he nodded.

and for the first time ever since the pair cut all sorts of communication between each other, yoongi looked directly into her eyes with pure gratitude and smiled.

they ended up meeting up more often than they intended to, slowly patching up the abandoned wounds they once scarred into the body of their broken relationship.

one dinner birthed two and three more, surface-level chitchat of updates about each other's lives turned into deeper dives into the ups and downs, the wrongs and rights of everything they have shared between each other before. where everything shattered into pieces before their own eyes.

it all went slow and steady, like the first time they met a few years ago, like the very beginning of what they once had. it was scary, uncertain, and a sensitive area overall for the two, yet they were still willing to take that road again.

like a wicked witch, miscommunication casted a spell of pain, sourness, and yearning on the pair.

and now that their priorities have changed, maybe there's still a chance for them to break that spell and work it out again.

- fin..

[slayfics]

Hello! I’ve been reading your posts for a couple weeks now and I love them sm! Muichiro has a place in my heart after season 3 lol. I was wondering if you could do a one shot where the reader saves him from a vital blow from a demon after a bad argument? It hits her in her shoulder and goes almost all the way through her body. So there’s blood and all that stuff. It splashed muichiro in the face and he’s just silent as reader hits the floor. He defeats the demon and reader is just unconscious (not dead) and he freaks? Idk how it would end though? If this sounds absolutely crappy just ignore me 🥹 love your writing!

You get badly hurt by a demon after a fight with Muichiro.

Warnings: blood

You couldn't believe after all this time Muichiro still had the nerve to talk down to you. Sure you were still ranked lower than him but you had proven your worth, the days of feeling you didn't deserve respect were long gone.

You cursed the fact that you both were summoned in the middle of an argument to quickly catch a group of demons. Even more, frustration welled up inside you that Obanai had already beaten you both to the demon.

Why were you even summoned when a Hashira was already at the demon? Whatever the case, you and Muichiro quickly got to work attacking the demons with Obanai.

Whether it was due to the reassuring presence of Obanai being another Hashira in the fight, or the argument you were both in right before the fight, you both seemed to be disorganized in the fight.

To the point that you saw Muichiro left an opening for a demon to come right for him. Without thinking you quickly moved yourself between Muichiro and the demon.

The demon's attack went completely through your shoulder splashing blood everywhere. Swiftly Muichiro spun and cut the demon's head off as you fell to the floor.

Obanai had just taken out he last demon and rushed to assess the situation with Muichiro.

Muichiro stared over your body completely in shock as more blood from your wound spilled out to soak his feet.

"What the hell are you doing just standing there!" Obanai barked at Muichiro. Obanai quickly took off his haoir and wrapped it around your wound.

"We have to get her to the Butterfly Mansion right away,"

Muichiro blinked away the tears forming in his eyes, "Right-" He finally spoke.

"Well pick her up!" Obanai commanded, irritated at Muichiro's shock and lack of action.

Muichiro shook his head quickly trying to focus then carefully grabbed you into his arms. Obanai took off in the direction of the Butterfly Mansion and Muichiro followed right behind.

"Why were you both fighting so carelessly?" Obanai asked, as the two Hashria's continued to run.

"We were in the middle of a disagreement when we were summoned," Muichiro spoke.

"Hmm- I see," Obanai responded.

"Iguro..." Muichiro called from behind.

"Yes, Tokito?"

"She'll be alright won't she?"

"If we are fast enough," Obanai answered.

You woke up in the Butterfly Mansion to the sight of a misty-eyed Muichiro sitting across from you. Immediately he stood up when your eyes opened. You didn't feel any pain, actually the opposite you couldn't feel the right side of your body.

"Tokito?" You called hazily looking at the Hashira.

"Do you need anything? How do you feel? Are you ok?" He bombarded you with questions.

"I can't really feel anything yet," You answered. 'What happened?"

"I wasn't paying attention and you took an attack from a demon to save me," he explained.

"Oh..." You started to have some memories of the event flooding back to you.

"Are you ok?" You asked.

Muichiro scoffed, "Yes thanks to you," He answered. "I shouldn't have been so careless," He said, looking down at the floor.

"It's ok- we weren't really in a good mindset. I'm sorry we fought," you said.

"No, you don't need to apologize. I'm the one that let you down. I was useless in that fight," he scolded himself.

"You got me back here safe. It's ok, don't be so hard on yourself," You tried to console him.

"No, I can't take credit for that either. I stood frozen while Iguro took control of the situation. You should be thanking him, not me," Muichiro said, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Tokito, it's ok. It was just a bad day. Nothing we can't overcome," you pleaded with him.

"No, I- I'm sorry I should go-" He said, turning to walk out and get one of the butterfly girls.

"No!" You yelled at the Hashira. "Don't leave me please!"

"You really want my company after the harsh things I said and my negligence in today's fight," he said bitterly.

"You're so aggravating sometimes, Tokito! Just come here," You said sternly, swallowing a lump in your throat.

Muichiro reluctantly moved closer to you. You reach out for his hand bringing it to your lips and gently placing a kiss.

"Stop being so difficult," you commanded. Finally, Muichiro's shoulders relaxed a bit and a smile found a way to his face.

Thank you so much for the request I hope you enjoy it~

Tags~

@aeolia18 @yandere-kou @sakurasunkiss @hashiroses @plvuii @snowmist-hashira

[lunarw0rks]

hi! i have a request with ghost or könig, where one of readers parents die, and they start freaking out, crying, panic attack and all. and one of them is there for them through it? if it's not too much, thank u sm and love ur writing!

Summary: After losing someone close, your roommate, König is your support system.

Warning(s): panic attacks, grief, parental death, hurt/comfort, roommate!König, GN!Reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: My first König work :) [mein Engel = my angel] I hope you don't mind, I chose reader's mother to be the one who passed.

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Saying Goodbye // Drabble

It was supposed to be an average, mundane day.

Eight hours at work, then stumbling into your apartment with sore muscles and a desire to relax until it all repeats again tomorrow. It was hard enough making it from the door to the couch, especially when barely able to keep your eyes open.

When you did, your eyes fluttered shut nearly instantly. Finally, you were getting some much needed sleep until—

You groaned loudly, palming around the sofa for your phone ringing at full blast. Inside, you cursed yourself for forgetting to silence it, and now you were debating on answering the call. An unrecognizable number, probably spam. The last thing you needed was another problem, another hitch in your relaxation.

The gut feeling you had was unmistakable; you should take the call, something was wrong.

With a hesitant thumb, you pressed the accept button and raised the phone to your ear. You’re wide awake now, you might as well get off the couch and pace while the scammer chews your ear off.

At least, that’s what you wanted to believe at first. It wasn’t a scammer; it was a nurse.

She asks your name, says they got your number from your mother’s phone. That instinctual feeling you had was proven true now—in the worst way possible. Though the nurse was hesitant to get the words out, as if the news hurt her more than you, your brain was scrambling with every possible bad scenario.

A car accident, a heart attack, perhaps even a mistake on the hospital’s end. The logistics didn’t matter, how she got your number, knew your name. It couldn’t be your mother, it had to be a mistake, right?

“I don’t understand.” You wavered, finding any excuse to dismiss her words—if you could call them that, they overlapped and mixed together with the haze in your mind.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” Her voice is strictly professional, but to imagine her on the other end, she’s cringing at giving news like this over the phone, probably more than once today.

“You can come down and claim her belongings anytime. The administrator will help you with the arrangements… Do you have anyone—”

You terminated the call before she could continue, phone dropping to the floor below you. How could this happen? Why you, today of all days?

Tears were blinding you, coating your vision in a misty gloss. Next, it was your knees buckling beneath you when the dizziness was too much. Third, it was your inability to catch your breath; heaving and gasping as the sobs became too much for your body to handle. Above all, it was the thoughts and memories of your mother, how this could’ve happened so suddenly.

You hadn’t heard the door opening behind you, your fatigued roommate coming up behind you with concern. His large hands hovered over your back a few seconds, before he gently placed them to get your attention.

“What happened, mein Engel?” He asked softly, eyes wide with concern.

In all the months you’d lived together, conversations were quick but respectful; many days, your schedules would overlap, resulting in rarely seeing one another, or sleeping when you were home at the same time. But that didn’t matter to König, he couldn’t help but involve himself now.

“My mom…” Your weak voice finally spoke, tears streaming from your eyes down to the neckline of your shirt.

His observant eyes flicked over to the scene before him; you, distraught and struggling to breath, your cell phone dropped next to you.

Calling family members of the deceased, informing them of the horrible news, it’s something he’d done before for his job. It never gets easier, but he’d never seen the grieving person on the other side, often it ends with the call ending mid-sentence, just like you had done.

Now, he was face to face with it, and it was personal.

König’s brows furrowed empathetically as he listened to your cries, each one cracking his tough and intimidating exterior. He felt he was awful at comfort, only doing what came naturally to him—which wasn’t verbal.

Instead, it was physical comfort; a perk of his abnormal size.

He used one of his hands to push your head into his chest, while the other remained tightly wrapped around you. You could kick and scream, pound against his chest, get it all out of your system, and he remains still, allowing you to mourn in any way you have to.

He lifted you both up, letting you stand there and grieve against him. König’s eyes shut as he listened to your roars of sorrow, yearning for the parent you would never get back.

This went on for a few minutes, the room silent except for the sounds of your cries against his chest.

His strong arms kept you upright with ease, even though you were visibly trembling. “It will be okay, I promise… I promise…” His Austrian accent was soothing and gentle, a stark contrast to the way he looked.

You lifted your head, eyes bloodshot and quivering open and closed. You weren’t to the point of clarity yet, but the initial violent shock of the news had begun to fizzle; your mother was alone right now, in a hospital bed waiting for you. “I need to go see her, König. She’s all by herself.”

Your shaky hands found the entry table, reaching for your keys, but his hand gripped your arm before your fingers touched the cold metal.

With a shake of his head, he drops his hand. “I’ll drive you, okay?”

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The city passes as a cynical blur; bars and restaurants packed with partying patrons, neighborhoods with playing children and family get togethers. Then, you, still distraught and with a tightening chest. Each street, each turn, each street sign pointing in the direction of the nearest hospital.

Ten miles; five miles; one mile; then, the bright red sign displaying Emergency illuminated the lot and König’s car.

He pulls into the closest visitor’s space, though most are already occupied. You pull the handle and step out, but the door remains open as you watch the bustle of the emergency room through the large windows.

You meet his blue eyes again, a black surgical mask concealing his true identity. “Will you come in with me?” It’s more of a despairing plea than an honest question.

He kills the engine and removes his hand from the wheel, giving a wary nod. In the face of a panic attack, he’s there for you in an instant. But by your side as you say goodbye? He began to wonder if he was the one you really wanted as moral support.

Your shoes scrape against the pavement, as if your feet are just as hesitant to face the situation.

The fluorescent lights overhead cast an unforgiving glare on the sterile white walls, reflecting the urgency of the environment. The constant hum of medical equipment and the beeping of monitors merge into a symphony of urgency, while the faint scent of bleach hangs in the air.

Nurses and doctors dart from one patient to another, their faces tense with determination, occupied with those in need of more attention than you, here to claim a body, for lack of better words.

The desk in the entrance is just as chaotic; the corded phones going off with an endless stream of calls, papers and clipboards stacked atop the other, and the loud typing of the receptionist’s outdated computers.

The woman behind the counter looks up briefly, carelessly pointing to the waiting area beside the desk rather than speaking to you. Her typing continues, as if no concern for what you might be here for is left, especially after a long shift in this busy chaos.

You look over at the waiting area—depressing and packed with patients who have been triaged and are awaiting further care, and filling the rest of the seats, distraught and impatient family members waiting for results on their loved ones. Some are praying, some sobbing, others clutching minor injuries, but most stare blankly as they tap their feet against the beige tile.

“Actually, I’m here for my mother. She passed.” You tell the bored receptionist, practically forcing her to pay attention to your dead expression.

The once unsympathetic stare she had, now turned the opposite. But once again, without words, she pointed to the elevators in the direction of the ICU. Her pity only lasted seconds, before she raised one of the phones to her ear, full attention on the other line.

You looked back at König for reassurance, who merely kept walking with you, eyes straight ahead with uncertainty.

As the elevator doors close, a sense of tension fills the confined space.

The panel of buttons displays various floors, but the one that stands out is the one labeled "ICU" in bold, red letters.

Inside the elevator, there's a mixture of people, each carrying their own burden of worry and concern. Family members clutch tightly to their belongings, their faces etched with anxiety and sorrow. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation, despite the icy chill of the ventilation causing goosebumps on your skin.

A few forced smiles are exchanged among the passengers, trying to find comfort in each other's company, but the worry in their eyes betrays their attempts at reassurance, though you keep a straight face, already privy to what lies ahead of the doors.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the elevator slows down, and the doors open to reveal the ICU floor. It’s a morbid contrast to the emergency room; eerie quiet. Nurses and doctors roam, small groups of family members visit, and most of all, patients without any visitors hooked up to the machines.

König’s steps mirrored the pace of yours as you walked down the aisle of rooms, reading each chart until you found the one belonging to her.

You stopped in front of it, seeing her in the bed through the glass window overlooking the room. Your eyes, which had just gone dry, began to tear up again. It was a different feeling, seeing it in person, rather than imagining it over the phone.

“Let’s go inside, alright?” His voice is low and respectful as he takes a step around you, sliding open the pocket door, allowing you to go inside first when you are ready.

The door wooshes shut behind you as you approach the bed. Her chest is rising and falling with each hiss of the ventilator, but there are no signs of life anywhere else. Her hands are cold and lifeless, as is her skin—now drained of any memories and creases of age.

When the nurse steps inside and begins explaining the process to you, you only nod in response, keeping your eyes on the loved one in front of you. It would be your decision, to unhook her and say a final goodbye, or keep her like this, nothing but a corpse breathing through a machine.

“I’ll be here, whatever you decide.” König places a hand on your shoulder, ushering you to the chair beside the bed, while he remains standing in the corner, attempting to keep a respectful amount of distance. He didn’t know her, and now this would be all he knew of your mother—this harrowing image of her, with you beside her.

The silence passed by, hour by hour you spent listening to the beeps of the machines, the wheeze of her departed lungs mechanically filling with air. The warm hand you placed on hers, met with no returning caress, only her stillness.

König would make small efforts, a cup of coffee from the cafeteria, or small comforts in your ear, but they were futile against the waves of grief engulfing you. They were recognized, but not reciprocated with thank you’s or smiles—only silence.

—

The night you said goodbye, he left the room out of respect. He spent about an hour in that busy waiting room, hands folded in his lap as he waited for your return. It was best if he left you to the details, only there in terms of comfort.

He looked up curiously each time the elevator dinged and visitors piled out, until eventually it was you coming out to meet him. Swollen, reddened eyes, and a stack of funeral pamphlets still clutched in your fist.

The moment the ventilator let out its final hiss, the moment they unhooked the tubes, the moment you removed your hands from her—all a constant replay in your mind. He was to his feet instantly, pulling you into an embrace similar to the one in the living room, letting you know he would be there every step of the way.

König remained silent until you both reached his car again, opening the car door for you as he waited for you to climb inside.

You turned to face him, staring up into his sympathetic gaze, “thank you. I don’t know what else to say, except thank you.”

His blue eyes softened, as if shocked by your gratitude. He thought it was a given, being there for you, driving you to the hospital, even just showing you kindness, but it was clear you hadn’t expected that from him.

“You don’t need to thank me.” He mutters softly, his large hand resting on your arm, giving it a light squeeze. He hunches over and places his head on your shoulder, rubbing circles up and down your back.

“I’m always here, hm? Whatever you need to get through this.”

[peachesofteal]

Hi. Phew no anon I'm sweating rn (pardon the typos btw)

I just read SM in one sitting, (on a long car ride) and I just wanted to expressive the love I have for your writings and the characters you've so meticulously crafted.

The pacing of the story is absolutely perfect. Fast enough to keep readers engaged, and slow enough to create tension and highlight the big steps in the development of the relationship

If it's alright, I wanted to share some of my thoughts on the story and the characters? If not, feel free to stop reading and delete this ask. But if you want to read, I've written some of my thought below.

First off, Bun.

You've created such a well rounded character with Bun. She has so many qualities that may seem the contradict each other, but they really just make her a foil for everyone around her. She emphasizes the traits of those around her by constantly adapting to constrast her present company, as a safety measure. If she's different, she never fits in. If she never fits in, people can't get close to her.

They won't know her if they're not close, and therefore she can't be hurt by them. So, whether subconsciously or not, she becomes the opposing force to each and every person she meets, as a way of maintaining distance.

She is the reality to Philips delusion, the sanity, to his psychoticism. She's gives the hard work to cover her coworkers slacking, she's the determination to their apathy. She's the paranoia in the places where everyone else feels safe. She's lonely in the face of such overpowering unity, in the face of family and love. She's the flushed cheeks that are the result of Johnny's blunt flirting. She's the cowering child in the arms of a battle-hardened man, and she's torn herself apart trying to rationalize her own existence after everything she's been through.

I kind of imagine she's like the mirror she thinks so much about. She's was once a stunning piece of beautiful craftsmanship, a big panel of glass with perfectly straight edges, an intricate gold-gilded frame, a shimmering silver surface, the centerpiece of every room she's in. Her smarts, her wit, her charm always reflecting rays of light onto the world around her. She was incredible, until she wasn't. Someone broke the nails that held her up, and she shattered into a million pieces.

Everyone she meets gets a piece, but no one has the whole picture. Everyone has a different piece, which means she's not the same to any two people. She's a spitfire to Phillip, a soft and sweet bunny to the boys, a motivated worker to her colleagues, and to herself? A collection of jagged shards, and she cuts up her hands trying to rid herself of the pieces she can't afford to keep. Pieces of her past life and her past self.

Moving on,

I really appreciate the more intricate characterization of all your characters, but especially Simon. It's a lovely change to see a perspective of Simon from the other side of the tunnel, so to speak. Not only is it refreshing to see him able to process his emotions so healthily, but it's quite thought provoking as well. It's engaging to see him as a someone who coexists with his trauma, rather than railing against it. Allowing himself to finally accept that it's part of who he is, but not all of him. Seeing him turn something that was once a crippling weakness, into strength, is so cool. I think it's an interesting reflection of his physical prowess, onto his mental state. Showing that his strength is not exclusive to his body, but that it extends to his mind as well.

Also, the way he utilizes the knowledge he gained from past hardships to help Bun?? Such a stark difference from his usual actions in fics, but somehow still perfectly in character for him. Very "Simon-esque" if you will.

I also just read your personal update, the one about the Winter-to-Spring transition. I really hope this doesn't sound patronizing, but I want you to know how strong and talented you are. You seem steadfast in your self identity and I really admire that. Not to mention how incredible of a storyteller you are. Your work gives me motivation and inspiration to keep writing, so that hopefully mine can be as beautiful as yours someday :)

I also wanted to let you know how much I enjoy your work and appreciate you sharing your experiences. I am not (don't have?) bipolar, but I do struggle with other mental illnesses, and your post really made me feel better about the stability of my own future.

Which made me wonder, do you think you drew inspiration from your own experiences in order to create your Simon? I just saw some similarities in the way you both have begun to use your knowledge of hardship to assist others. Maybe it was subconscious? Or maybe it was purely coincidental? Either way, I think both you and your Simon are amazing for doing so.

Thank you for writing and sharing and just being a positive presence on here. I'm so so glad I found your account, and I'm excited to read any future works you release :)

Also, care of yourself and remember that you don't owe anyone on Tumblr anything. It's your writing and you should write and post only when you feel up to it <3

I’ve spent a few days trying to figure out how to answer this and haven’t come up with an super effective strategies so I’m just going to:

First thanks so much for taking the time to type this out and send it to me. I really appreciate it and you, and I’m thrilled you’re enjoying Simple Math!

I think your mirror synopsis is pretty on point, Bunny is a million different pieces of a shattered mirror, all trying to reflect different parts. She’s complicated. She’s not herself, and that’s still something she’s trying to learn. She’s also very traumatized which explains the reasoning behind why she has done and may do some things.

I’ve talked about this before but Simon in Simple Math is really my dream for his character. He’s emotionally regulated and mature, he’s patient, he’s kind, he’s been through years and years of therapy. He recognizes his trauma but he doesn’t let it hold such a grip anymore. Of course, the situation with Bun brings up painful memory and feelings, but he’s stable and secure enough to recognize and process those feelings. He’s a family man. I love him, but I don’t think I draw anything from my personal life as I write him.

As a note to your comment about the stability of your future: I’m glad you could find some comfort in that post and I know everything feels really difficult sometimes, especially when you’re struggling, but things can even out and get better. When I was younger I didn’t believe I’d have a future, and if you had told me “it gets better!” I would have laughed in your face and launched into some long spiel trying to shut you down. But… it does. Things can get better and become stable. It takes time.

Thank you so much for reading!

[down4denki]

Ask her, dunceface.

This is my first time writing a one-shot ever so please be brutal and hurt my feelings in the comments so I can get better! I love Denki sm and shy nervous Denki is one of my favorites. I didn't proofread this, it's honestly just stream of consciousness lol

CW: not much? maybe a little cussing, jealousy, a little lusty Denki but that's not new!

Just thinking about a nervous Denki when he finally works up the courage to ask you out. Sure he’s asked out almost every 1st year girl at UA… but this is different. 

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Denki has had a crush on you from the first time he saw your big, bright eyes glance over him when Mr. Aizawa introduced you as Class 1-A’s very own transfer student. He remembered the blush that painted your cheeks as you stated your name, sounding more like a song leaving your pouty pink lips than a real honorific; the way your hands wrung the sleeves of the oversized UA sweater that was definitely out of dress code to wear as large as you did; your too short skirt just peaking out of the hem of the green fleece monstrosity that was swallowing your little frame; the fresh, white Converse sneakers you’d styled perfectly with the ugly uniform- even your hair made these ugly digs seem appealing.

He gulped hard as his eyes raked your body over and over, taking advantage of the few seconds he’d been blessed with to ogle you, free of repercussions. 

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Denki had asked many girls out before (and been turned down most of the time) but he’d never felt nervous like this. He had to work up the courage to ask if you needed a pencil for your test after you’d stared at the “pencil only” note written across the top of the page for 10 minutes, tapping a pen to your lips. 

“Oh… thank you. We were only allowed to use pens at my old school…” You say with a sweet smile, taking the new yellow pencil from his clammy hands. He doesn’t know what to say in the face of such beauty so he just nods and hopes his face doesn’t look too short-circuited right now. He makes a mental note to get that pencil back another day, hoping you’ll forget it’s his and tap it to your lips mindlessly too.

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Denki had asked out so many girls before this, so why was sitting across from you at the lunch table trying to make small talk like an Olympic sport? Kirishima noted the little charm hanging from your bag, “Hey, is that from that one Anime?” You lit up at the question and began spewing about your love of the manga, but you didn’t become a reader until you’d watched this one anime…

“Her character is just so confident and powerful… I couldn’t help but obsess over her!” You giggle and his heart explodes.

He knows that manga… he’d jerked it to the main character a couple of times, hey you kind of look like her… He only says the second part out loud thankfully, which earns him another giggle and a bright smile.

“You think so? I always loved her hair so I tried copying the style…” You beam, running your fingers through your hair and scrunching up your cute little nose. Speaking of noses, is his bleeding? He feels lightheaded but he doesn’t dare take his eyes away from you as you go on and on about the show. “ You’ve only ever read the manga? We should watch the show together, I’ve been wanting to do a rewatch.” You conclude and all he can do is nod stupidly.

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Denki had gotten used to rejection, so why did his entire body sweat profusely and his heart sink at the thought of you turning him down when he asks if you want to be a part of his team for quirk training? Your quirks were compatible, so why not? When you agree, he has a hard time not shocking everyone on the training floor to death. 

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Denki was used to being the crusher and not the crush, so why does his entire world stop turning when Bakugo welcomes you to the training team with open arms and flirty, heavy-lidded eyes? And why does time stand still when you give Bakugo the same sweet smile you’d previously reserved for him?

He didn’t even think to ask Bakugo if adding you to the squad was ok, but when Bakugo lets it slide so easily he feels suspicion creep in. You’d talked to other people, you’d made friends these past few months, so was it wrong for you to have become close with the yappy blonde boy? Was it wrong for that yappy blonde boy to flash smiles reserved for very few people every time you did something cute? Was it wrong for that yappy blonde boy to watch your movements the same way Denki did? 

You bend over, hoisting a human-weight dummy over your shoulder before crossing the obstacle course first and Bakugo’s hand moves to his nose… is it bleeding? Is Denki’s heart this loud to anyone else right now? Is the room turning red? Can anyone else feel how hot his blood is boiling as you turn and smile back at the stupidly handsome, talented, blonde, yappy piece of shit boy ogling you in only the way Denki should? Did he wait too long?

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Denki had asked out so many girls he could probably play the alphabet game with just the rejections he’d gotten his first year at UA alone, so why is he so terrified as he walks next to you down the school hall to your next class like he always does? Because there's a question weighing heavy on his mind. Just ask her, dunceface...

He was not going to let Bakugo beat him to asking you first, even if he was turned down. He was determined to get the words out so when he stops you, hands on your shoulders, sparks coming off his shaking frame, eyes wide and full of nerves, and the question practically falls from his mouth, he’s not expecting much. To his surprise, you don’t laugh, you don’t turn away, you don’t gut punch him and rip his heart out with your manicured nails… you smile sweetly and release a breathy huff like you’d been holding your breath for this exact question for months.

“I would love to be your date to the dance, Denki…” You beam and he has to release your shoulders, for fear of crushing them, or electrocuting you, or crying tears of joy… “I was hoping you’d ask me.”

[megistusdiary]

Hiiiiii, it's 🩸anon back again! i love your blog and your anons sm (we need to join hands together and just make this an arle thirst blog like that one anon said) I got brainrot. I wanted to write said brainrot. Why not share said brainrot (should i start posting blurbs on my actual blog instead of in the asks? hm...) (literally gnawing at the bars of my enclosure, please I need arle in my life). anyways, gonna take that demon arle idea I mentioned in my last ask and run with it. this is past me talking before i actually start writing... this might be very long. hopefully not. hey, future me here. This was definitely long lol. I regret nothing though.

Everything hurts. It burns, burns, burns, and you can't feel your limbs and your vision fades in and out. Your broken form twitchs on the ground, and as your assailants approach you, ready to wrench the remaining life out of you slowly and painfully, with your final burst of energy and concentration, you let out a gutteral screech, a summoning spell spewing from your raspy throat and bloodied teeth. At first, you think nothing happens. They stalk you, unfaltering despite what you have just called for. Wearing teeth-baring grins and depraved intentions, they near your crumpled body, with their dirty, despicable hands reaching out towards you. Your half-lidded eyes shut fully, and you heave out a sigh of resignation, giving up the futile struggle of staying alive. You hear it first before you actually see it. A sound distinct only to stilettos clicking against the ground. It jerks your attention immediately, and you twist your head slowly to face the oncoming figure. Black heels with gold adornment catches your eye, and then-- "Well, well, looks like I found the doll that called me," you hear a deep, feminine voice sibilates, voice reveberating throughout the chamber. Your gaze slowly trails up the newcomer's figure, and the white clothing, snow-white hair, and her feminine features causes you to mistake her as an angel. Red-crossed pupils meet with yours. A shiver works its way up your spine but you stare in awe regardless. What kind of human was this? One of your tormenters inquires rather rudely about the woman and storms towards her haughtily, ignorant of the fact he has just sealed his fate. There's an audible, irate click of her tongue, than a snap echoes the room. For a brief moment, your sight is filled with just red, and then your eyes widen as the aggressor bursts into a beautiful explosion of blood and guts. She walks past where once the man stood without pause, now just a poodle of blood, tutting at the blatant disrespect of the formerly-alive human. Her feet stop just before you and her shadow looms over. "A-arle...cchino?" You croak weakly as your hazy gaze sets on her. She looks so handsome, beautiful like a guardian angel, even when she's covered in red. Her lips curl up slightly and she crouches down to hook an arm behind your back and knees, lifting you bridal style. Heat radiates from her cold-blooded being and it is so much more comforting than the icy hardness of the floor. You immediately bury your face into her shoulder while your needy hands grip onto her coat out of desperation and fear. Beneath the intense iron smell of blood, she smells of something floral, you noted with dulled surprise. "That is me, the Knave. And what have you called me for?" She purrs from above, repositioning you in her arms so she could support you with one arm instead of both. You give one single glance behind your shoulder towards the now cowering group of people, their behavior reminding you of feeble sheep rather than the bloodthirsty pack of wolves. You think that you'd like lambchops after all of this. Turning your head back, you suck in a steady breath, your voice unwavering and clear despite being muffled into her clothes. "Kill them." "As you wish." Even as she draws out the sweetest, most revolting of screams from the remaining alive people, you find peace in your arms. You don't watch, instead, opting to rest your head against her and try to fall asleep to your former captors' begs of mercy. A hand combing through your hair wakes you up. You admire her sharpened red nails and her black hands, so contrasting against her unblemished and perfect skin but pretty all the same. It looks nice, sifting through your hair, it feels right, it feels perfect, even if they're dipped in blood. "Well, I suppose we can work out the contract at a later time. For now, rest, my dear," her voice is soft and it lulls you to sleep in her arms. She tucks your head underneath her chin and walks away from the bloodbath, her darling wrapped tightly close to her. -🩸

she could fix my life. my fulfillment needs are arlecchino calling me doll.

except i'd be summoning her to help me with my exam. imagine this giant demon lady sitting in a tiny study room helping you prep for an exam, holding tiny little flashcards between her clawed fingers.

sorry, we derailed a bit there! um!

i just know she's crazy powerful. i hope they do her kit right, not the dehya massacre again.

wanna see her fuck some shit up 😻

[kinkybandages]

piss baby | m. o’hara

pairings: miguel o’hara x dom!gn reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: nsfw, pain kink, implied piss kink, medical play, sounding rod down urethra opening and horrible writing

authors note: I had sm fun writing this. I’ve always been into sounding rods for men and this is a dream come true, hopefully u guys like it. tell me if u do!!

posted: september 15th, 203

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"This is not going in my cock." Miguel hissed, looking at the surgical steel rod with horror, brows knitted and lip curled upwards in disgust. You had pitched the idea, telling him of great pleasures that would come from the little rod, insisting he give it a try but once he finally saw the rod, the thought of that going in his opening made him back away in discomfort, his cock twitching in fear against him. "Miguel, you promised we'd try it. It's already sterilized, we have enough lube for a sex dungeon and I can see the curiosity sparking in those beautiful eyes of yours." Flushing from your compliment, Miguel grumbled, easing the tension between his brows and slumping his shoulders with a defeated sigh. "Fine. Safe word is spider, got it?" You squeaked in excitement and pulled him to the bed, the lit candles and soft freshly washed sheets adding to the comfortable mood you tried so hard to make. "It's not curved so it won't hurt, but we can always try that another time." You muttered, a warm feeling blooming in your chest as you planned more torture for him already. "Hey! I never said I'd like this, only that we'd try it..."

You shushed him, ignoring the small frown that crept onto his face. Easing him out of his pants, his soft cock messily flopped out of his boxers as you tugged. With a wistful sigh, you admired his cock; balls freshly shaved, the slight stubble above his shaft calling you to nuzzle against. Caressing his thighs, you cooed sweet nothings against his skin. "Such a pretty body. Look at you, do you know how beautiful you are, Migs?" Biting his lip, Miguel lightly flinched and shivered against your touch, your fingers grazing against the raised and sensitive skin of his scars. A light tap to his thigh, you tilted your head and spoke, "answer me, pretty boy. Tell me how pretty you are." With a low whine, Miguel laid his head against the soft pillows, curls beautifully sprawled against silk. "'M pretty, baby.." flustered and flushing, Miguel mumbled lowly, refusing to meet your gaze. "That's it.. good boy." His cock jumped in excitement, slowly rising in anticipation.

"That got you excited, huh? So cute." Swiftly grabbing the lube from bedside your bed, you spurt the cold liquid on your hand and got to work. Hands making contact with his hard cock had Miguel arching his back, stomach flexing as his body tensed, heat crawling up his neck . You mostly spread the liquid at his base and a little up, leaving his slit that started to weep untouched, specifically for your taking. You teased his slit with your tongue, salty and bitter flavors exploding on your tongue. A high pitch whine reverberated throughout the room, Miguel's heavy breathing filling your ears. Eyes drifted to your covered nipples peeking through the tank top you threw on and he breathed, "can I see those pretty tits of yours?" You smiled, warmth coating your being. "Say please, papi." You winked with a sly grin. With a groan, Miguel glared at you, bucking his hips into your touch. Raising your brow, you gripped his cock painfully tight, tugging at him till he cried out. Red flushed his tan skin, lips tugging on his bottom lip so prettily. "Please! Please let me see." He whined, lip jutting out so gently. You could kiss him here and now and never stop. "Good boy." You praised, lifting your shirt up and tugging it off, cold air making you shiver. The sight of your breasts had his cock flushing red.

Reaching up, Miguel’s calloused fingers squeezed and prodded at your pierced pebbled nipples, flicking and turning, watching you arch your back into his touch. The cool metal against his fingers sent shivers down his spine, excitement in his bones. “Kiss me?” He murmured, voice soft and silky. A soft smile struck your face. With adoration in your eyes, you leaned over, hand slowly moving with languid strokes. Sighing into your mouth, you flicked your tongue against his, your teeth sloppily clashing together as the kiss grew heated. Moaning into his mouth, you pulled away and rest your forehead against his, doe eyes looking under your lashes. “Let's just get this over with already." Miguel spoke, a lilt of hesitation in his voice.

"If any of this hurts, you let me know, okay?" You sweetly spoke, kissing him one last time. Miguel nodded, moaning lowly at your strokes. Grabbing the sounding rod, you covered it in lube before rubbing more against Miguel's flushed and slick mushroom tip. "Such a pretty cock, never fails to amaze me" you cooed, watching Miguel shiver, grasping the sheets and arching his back into your touch. "You ready?" You inquired, raising your brow as you hovered the rod above his slit. "As ready as I'll ever be." Miguel grumbled, opting to look away. "No, no, no. Look at me while I stuff your cock." You gripped his chin, slowly easing the rod in, watching in excitement as his eyes widened and grew glassy, jaw hanging slack. "fuck.." he groaned, eyebrows knitted as pressure overloaded him, just barely an inch in. "How's that feel, papi?" You watched carefully as you slowly inched the rod deeper. "F-Feels weird.." he whispered, gripping the sheets till they tore.

"It'll feel good soon, papi. Just give it time." You comforted, letting go of his chin as he watched the rod slowly disappear down into his cock, taking it slowly. Once the rod sat against his prostate, you gave him time to adjust, the sound of his breathing filling the room. "Good boy.. that's it, take another deep breath for me." Slowly, you gripped his cock, watching him gasp, jerking him off at a slow pace. Jaw hanging open, Miguel yelled as hot molten lava poured over his body. "O-oh! Fuck! fuck, feels so good." back arching off the bed as his legs lightly raised. Sparks of pleasure, ecstasy and pain. A flurry of emotions overtook Miguel, whimpers and whines shamelessly escaping as you picked your pace up, "j-just like that, please.. faster." You took great joy in watching Miguel fall apart, soft whimpers escaping his mouth. "Feel good, baby?" You whispered, kissing at his thighs as you jerked him off. Miguel gasped, "yes!" Eyes unfocused in pure pleasure. Wet sounds echoed throughout the room, grunts and groans, your soft moans. Picking up your pace, you brought another hand to twist at the steel, pulling it in and out. Miguel's soul nearly left his body. "Cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming.." Miguel shamelessly moaned, teeth gritted as his fangs and claws erupt, waves of pleasure coating his body as he arched off the bed.

You watched in shock as thick, heavy ropes of cum launched the sounding rod, heavy gasps and choked sobs leaving Miguel as pleasure overtook him. Drool seeped from his open mouth, swollen lips shinning with blood. Despite his orgasm, you continued your pace, even speeding up once his body uncomfortably tensed. "stop, mami, please stop.." He whimpered, whining loudly, thrashing as you struggled to hold him down. "It hurts! Please!" He howled, screaming in pain as he felt the buildup of another orgasm come crashing down. Your cunt uncomfortably gushed more arousal, your brows creasing as you watched in pure fascination as the strong man you knew fell apart beneath you. “Oh, oh, oh..!” Electric waves of rapture shot throughout his whole body, thighs clenched with delight and with a gut wrenching yell Miguel came once more, eyes rolling back. A tinge of yellow liquid cascaded down Miguel’s shaft, glee on your face at the sight. You slowly came to a stop, hands slick and coated with cum and piss, the rod creamy and discarded on your shared bed.

“D-Did I just..?” Miguel questioned in horror, gulping for air heavily. “Yeah you did, piss baby.” You teased, giggling to yourself as a proud smile crept up onto your face. “It’s not funny..” Miguel rebutted, groaning in displeasure, thighs wet and sticky as he moved to get up. “It was hot. I’ll make you do it again if you keep complaining.” Fazed by your comment, Miguel sighed, exhausted. “Help me clean up?” You hummed, contemplating. “Is this your offer for me to lick you clean?” Baffled by your comment, Miguel muttered, “piss freak.” You laughed, shaking your head as you grabbed a backup towel from beside the bed. “That’s for next time.”

[fourseasonscomeandgo]

Like Pieces Into Place.

Pairing: SNSD Tiffany x fem!reader.

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Fluff.

Tiffany's POV

After a year of postponing the long awaited comeback of the group, SNSD finally has the songs for the new album defined.

I was personally involved in this project, as I monitored and directed the recording sessions of all the members.

That's how I met y/n.

She is an exclusive producer for SM Entertainment, she started working for the company shortly after my contract ended. She has been involved in creating music for all (or most of) the active groups under SM, and worked numerous times with Taeyeon.

During the recordings I spent a lot of time with her, as we worked side by side.

Eventually, when you spend so many hours cooped up in a tiny studio, with only one person, who is kind and fun, you become friends, so y/n and I started a friendship. We would go for lunch after the sessions, sometimes even for drinks, we were always in touch, and when we had free time we would get together and hang out.

On the day of the last recording, when we called it a day, and all the people involved in this work called the album finished, y/n came up to me and confessed that she had feelings for me.

I guess you're never ready to hear that someone likes you, whether you like them back or not.

y/n is younger than me, she's 28. It's not that she's not attractive, it's not that we don't have a great time whenever we're together, and it's not that she doesn't listen to me and care for me every second. But y/n is like Seohyun, who is 31 and I still look at like she's a baby, so it's even worse with the producer, who is even younger.

"I can't be your friend, Fany, not when I want to take care of you and love you the way I want to."

"I only see you as a younger sister, y/n, sorry."

But no one tells you how hard it is to turn down someone who really loves you. Because when it's the person who cares about you the most, there's something inside you that keeps you from distancing them.

She always worries about me.

After the finishing of FOREVER1 I didn't see her much, only once or twice when we coincided because of mutual friends, until the day of the release. At the showcase she was with the other people who participated, supporting us.

I just greeted her politely, as the atmosphere between her and I has been a bit tense since she confessed to me. She rushed over and hugged me, bringing her hand to my hair and delicately moving her fingers through my forelocks. I can't deny that I sank into her scent and the warmth of her body for a second.

I just missed her presence, her friendship.

She congratulated me for my effort and dedication, reminded me how talented I am, told me she was proud of me, and so she filled my ears with beautiful words. And then she left to go greet and congratulate the other members.

I continued the event nicely, we did the interview with the press, took pictures, and when all the formalities were over, we all stayed for a little party.

I was having a good evening, but as I was walking towards the table where my colleagues were, someone bumped into me, provoking them to drop a bottle that exploded into pieces when it hit the floor, hurting my foot with the broken glass.

From the table everyone could see me. I fell to the floor, holding my ankle as if the pressure would cause it to hurt less. y/n got up from her chair and ran to me before anyone else, kneeling next to me.

"Fany! Are you okay? Let me see." She asked taking my hand to pull it away from my leg, but I refused.

"No, y/n, it's okay, don't worry." I brushed it off.

"What are you talking about? You're bleeding." She accentuated.

"I'm fine," I repeated standing up, wincing from the pain with every movement "y/n" I called, scolding her, as she put her arm around my waist and brought mine around her neck "I'm fine, really."

"Okay then, can you walk?" she pulled away from me, leaving me at my mercy.

Due to the fear of resting my foot and the pain increasing, I held it in the air, which caused me to wobble and eventually lose my balance, causing my foot to hit the ground and drawing a shriek of suffering from inside me.

"I told you." She mocked, quickly holding me again "I'm not letting go of you again, don't worry."

She gave me a flirtatious smile to which I scoffed, rolling my eyes at her. She helped me over to the table and sat me down in my seat, to go get something to disinfect the wound with and then bandage it.

"Ah, Fany-ah," Sunny spoke from the spot across from me "you are so lucky that someone like y/n loves you so much," she laughed bitterly, jokingly "god gives bread to those who have no teeth."

I let out a laugh and raised my middle finger at my best friend playfully, indicating for her to shut up. She was right, though.

y/n came back with a bag full of products from a pharmacy for my wound. She had gone out to look for somewhere open so she could heal me properly. Then she stayed with me all night, keeping me company, since I couldn't walk.

Of course I was lucky, I was conscious. You don't find someone like that every day. It just wasn't in me, those feelings weren't in me.

It was the night of the MAMA's, I had been invited as a host, and I was behind the stage, waiting with some idols who were going to perform after I presented the award I was in charge of.

y/n was a special guest of the event, as people who work behind the scenes, in the creation of the music, are sometimes even more important than the artists themselves. As a major producer who worked on almost all of the nominated projects of the night, she was there, witnessing it all.

At a certain point I turned my head and saw her appearing backstage. The aespa members were behind me, ready for their performance, and upon seeing the producer they got excited and went to her quickly, to which she welcomed them with open arms, hugging one by one.

y/n had told me before that she had a special fondness for the members of said group, so it was no wonder she had gone to greet them and give them encouragement before they went on stage.

She hadn't seen me yet, so I just watched them lovingly as they interacted, as it was a tender scene. But the more I watched the more I noticed a certain hand playing with y/n's fingers, sliding down her arm, resting on her waist. Touching y/n too much.

My y/n.

No.

Not mine.

Tiffany, what are we saying?

Karina was very close to her, being very affectionate, and the girl didn't seem to care, she was even comfortable with such displays of affection.

I don't understand, if you like one person, shouldn't you be indifferent to the flirting of others?

Maybe not.

My countenance changed to a totally serious one and there was a discomfort in my stomach and another in my chest. I simply turned my head away from the scene and assumed that the nuisance was just the nerves.

Some minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder and as I turned, there she was, with that smile that always made me feel better. Except this time I wasn't too happy with her.

"Hey" she mumbled.

Taeyeon once mentioned that y/n had a very attractive voice. I never understood until that "hey".

I melted.

"Hey" I returned.

"How are you? Easy?" She asked, standing next to me.

"Fifty-fifty." I explained "It's been a long time since I've stood on stage at these awards," I added "but at least it's not to sing, if it was I'd sure be dying of nerves."

We both laughed, she agreed with me, and we kept doing small talk, until I asked her a question and she looked at me, but she stood amused, not answering, looking at me. Carefully, she lifted her hand and led it to my hair, to arrange it, tenderly running the tousled parts, to finally put a lock behind my ear.

"You look beautiful today, Fany."

I couldn't suppress the smile that broke out on my face, and I was going to respond, I was going to tell her that she looked beautiful too, but a voice interrupted me.

"y/n-nim!" The named looked in the direction the voice came from and her face lit up.

"Lily-ah! Haewon-ah!" She exclaimed cheerfully, going towards them and leaving me.

After that she disappeared with the two girls and I had to go up to present the award. As I went back to the audience zone, I saw that her seat was next to mine. I was happy to think that we would spend the rest of the MAMA's chatting, but I ended up disappointed, as she only interchanged a couple of words with me and then spent almost two whole hours talking to Tzuyu from Twice.

Who on top of that kept looking at her seductively and wouldn't let go of her hand.

And I thought Tzuyu was shy.

Even at the end of the ceremony we didn't meet again and I went back to my apartment sad, angry

and jealous.

Because it's true that you don't realize how much you love and need someone until you see her talking in Chou Tzuyu's ear.

I mean, until you lose them.

And that image on repeat, imagining her with someone who wasn't me, was driving me crazy.

I tried to lie down and sleep, relax.

I got up, made some tea, drank it, went back to bed.

I tossed and turned, kicked, groaned.

I got up, made myself a sandwich, ate it, tried again to rest.

Why does she have to be so perfect and friendly? Why do other people have to love her the way I should have loved her months ago when she told me she liked me?

I got out of bed, angry, for about the fifteenth time in the night. I put on some other clothes and grabbed my car keys.

It was 2:31 in the morning and I was at the door of y/n's apartment, ringing the doorbell.

The door opened, a y/n with tousled hair, in pajamas and half-open eyes appeared behind the door.

"Fany?"

I didn't even give her time to think about what I might be doing in her apartment at those hours in the morning. I threw my body to hers and grabbed her face to pull her close to me, thus being able to trap her lips between mine.

It took her a bit to react, but when she did, she put her hands on my waist and tilted her head to make it more comfortable for me. She held me tighter against her body to deepen the kiss.

For the first time something inside of me settled about her. Like a piece of my internal puzzle that I didn't know where to place, and only now do I realize that she is the only one who knows where it belongs. Those feelings were in me, they always were.

—ica.

[relaxxattack]

hwy so i saw ur poll ab arasol and f they were matesprits or not and ive been into homestuck for about 7 years and its a special interest and im autistic and thwy are my first and tbh only otp anf so if this is ok i wld like to infodump my opinion/hcs ab them bc i just 🥰 i love them sm 🥰 (def not frothing at the mouth at the idea of an audience for my opinions bc everyone irl is sikc of me lmao /lh)

ok so i deffo think they ar e matesprits BUT i think they never liie. clearly confirmwd it while aradia was alive. and once she became ghost aradia i think she got so distant and aloof (i think thats the right word?) about everytuing that it made sollux feel like she disnt love him anymore, and he eventually just had to move on, even thouvh it hurt. and feferi was there, not necessarily as a "rebound" but as a shoulder to cry on. someone for sollux to confide in, and to listen to him because he didnt have anyonw else he felt like woild. and i feel like feferi was def nto him and wanted to be his matesprit but i think sollux wasnt really. and i think they developed a kind of mixed/blurred lines relationship and the whole ghost and aradiabot phases pushed him and aradia furhter apart because aradia was dealinf wth so so much and in turn sollux was dealinf with the loss of his presumed (unofficial, wtv) matesprit, because that wasnt the aradia he knew and had fallen in love with. the ghost thing wasnt a bother - he loved her, not her physical form - it was the personality shift, i think.

and so when she reached god tier and regained her body nd her sense of identity, ithink they started to rekindle what they had nefore, if that makes sense? like aradia was his aradia again, an aradia interested in life and adventuee and archaeology and not this stupid, stupid game and suddenly not everything felt like it was collapsing around him and he felt like things could be okay again. and she helped him and he helped her and together they did make thinfs okay again. with each other.

and i think aradia's living>ghost>aradiabot>godtier timeline is a good allegory for depression and how it can absolutely shatter your sense of self and strip your world of colour and how that can make you push people away and self isolate and whatnot. idk thats just how i see it but :3 yea

i havet checkwd out the epilogues or homestuck^2 btw so this is based solely off of andrew hussie's homestuck bc i love it sososo much anyways yea !!!! tysm if anybody took the time to read this i love u all!! and ty for letting me drop this in ur askbox lolz and yea :3 srry if this isnt v comprehensive i just got off an 8hr closing shift at work lmao <3

this is a REALLY good analysis and i really love it, thank you for sharing! this makes complete sense to me.

aradia's depression being the catalyst for their split is very true! especially since she then sort of broke his trust with the whole sgrub thing-- and before that interacting with her was hard because sollux felt so guilty about what he did to her. it's just sad on all accounts, and i'm glad they both got better

honestly my poll was more to ask the question; "so we all agree that aradia and sollux were matesprits right because they do NOT act like moirails lol but it's funny because if they're matesprits that makes the feferi business weirder", but i don't think it came across in the post correctly, pfft

yes i definitely agree that they were matesprits, and also the idea that feferi was more into sollux than he was her is a really interesting one-- i also wonder if maybe feferi was maybe less into sollux than she thought, herself-- it's possible she threw herself into that relationship because she was just so relieved to be finally cut off from eridan and "allowed" to have relationships like that. but that's just my thought!

at the end of the day they're all just kids trying stuff out and it's kind of adorable and not that serious. i'm an arasoler at heart but there's nothing wrong with solfef either

[fischlsbubbletea]

D0 Y0U R3M3MB3R… ☔️

(Giyuu x fem reader | Modern AU)

> 1NF0: AG3 R4T1NG: N/A <3

1NGR3D13NTS: Fluff ! No warnings 🍮 fem/girl y/n ^^ she/her & they/them pronouns used in fic if there are any !! Shy reader !!!

A/N: Hiiii omg I’m so nervous about posting this, this is one of my first few fics, so yeah haha. I know this won’t get much attention haha… I hope you will all like this fanfic as I put a fair amount of work and time into it, mainly because I didn’t know what to write LOL, if you could like it to show that you enjoyed it then I would be over the moon 💕 I’m really sorry if it’s bad, I’m pretty new to writing fics… ALSO, I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE GIYUU SM, HE HAS MY HEART 😭🤧 shiii I just realised I have no clue how to write him, oh well, nvm | I’m not the greatest at writing so please ignore how bad it is TwT <

‘Huff, huff… HUFF’

You arrived at the bookshop that you’d been waiting ages to see, it was the biggest one in Tokyo, the one in your local town paled in comparison to this creme de la creme of bookstores. You can’t believe you actually made it just as the heavy downpour of rain you’d been expecting started to batter the city. You recount what your childhood friend had said about the bookshop, he’d told you when he moved, to go to [bookshop name] and he’d find you again… it’s been so long that you can only remember the nickname you’d given him… ‘Gi’ and his sweet smile you used to hold dear. There’s no way I’ll see him again though, you see that now.

‘Ding’, the doorbell cries out as you open the door. A cold shiver runs through you and instinctively you rub your arms as you look around. Wow what an amazing bookshop… you wonder in and walk over to the [insert favourite genre] section, the one section you visit before anything else, there are so many books in this section. I’ll have to make a habit of coming here.

You are so engrossed in looking at the books that you don’t notice a guy standing right next you and end up crashing into him. You stumble onto him and he - unprepared for a random person falling on him - stumbles back and you end up falling on top of the guy… ‘Arghhh… ow’, oh no… ‘Did I just fall on someone?!?’ you whisper sharply to yourself, you start to freak out. You quickly open your eyes and find you are laying on someone’s body but not like in the movies where you fall on their chest and then your eyes meet and it’s really cute, NO, you have your head on his stomach and not even facing towards the ceiling, your face is embedded in someone’s stomach. ‘AHH!’, you let an embarrassed wail and rush to get your face off the poor guy, your ears start to become hot and redden as you profusely apologise to him, your eyes squint shut from being too embarrassed to face him.

You finally have the courage to open your eyes again slowly once you feel you’ve apologised enough to find a twenty something year old man with black hair pulled back messily into a ponytail, his eyes stare right into yours… seemingly dumbfounded and a light shade of pink covers his cheeks. He’s lying against a bookcase at an angle so awkward that you can’t help but let out a small giggle. You start to blush too. ‘…Sorry, sorry, haha. Are you ok?’ you nervously say to him.

He just sits there in silence.

You shakily stammer out ‘Uhhh p-please answer! Are you ok? Did… did you hit your head?’, worried you did more damage than you thought. ‘Huh- no, I’m fine. Ugh, you hit me pretty hard. Did I… hurt you at all?’ ‘No, no, not at all… rather, it was actually a-a soft landing’ you say to him trying not to laugh. ‘Oh…’ the messy haired guy says processing what you had just said, once he finally realised you’d fallen on his stomach his cheeks turned a dark shade of red, ‘Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to make you embarrassed… Oh yeah, I should help you up shouldn’t I, I’m such an idiot.’.

You rise to your feet and help him up onto his, he wobbly gets up and thanks you. ‘No need to thank me, I was the one who fell on you! Still, your welcome haha. By the way, I didn’t get your name, what is it?’ ‘…Tomioka Giyuu… What’s yours?’ ‘Oh, I’m L/N Y/N.’ ‘You can call me Giyuu if you want to be informal.’ Giyuu says in way that almost sounds like he’s pleading for you to call him by his name. ‘Okay… Giyuu.’.

Standing there awkwardly you begin to notice how good looking Giyuu is…

His messy black hair that beautifully contrasts his pale complexion, his blue eyes you could get lost in, his slender hands that look soft and smooth… You can feel yourself developing some kind of warm feeling, a warm feeling you’d felt once before so long ago, almost like a life time ago. This feeling burns in your chest.

It’s almost like I’ve met him before…

Giyuu’s throat clearing brings you back from your trance like state. Your face starts to feel hot and a lump forms in your throat that renders your ability to talk properly, ‘I-I uhh, you- I mean…’ you stutter out. ‘I-it’s fine… we should both go get some fresh air.’ Giyuu says, light blush still covering his cheeks.

Forgetting that it’s raining the two of you walk to the door. ‘I forgot it was raining…’ Giyuu says nonchalantly with a deadpan expression, you just have to laugh at him, he looks at you in an offended way and he can’t help but at least curl the corners of his lips into a vague smile, from the few minutes you’d spent in near him you’d figured out laughing wasn’t really his style. ‘I have to admit I forgot too though, it’s not just you.’ You tell him with a small giggle, ‘What shall we do then?’, Giyuu turns towards to section we’d just come from and says ‘it’s raining so let’s sit and read for a while.’, ‘Good idea.’.

Giyuu goes and sits down next to a pile of books you assume are his and you pick your book, a [Insert favourite genre] book, and take a seat across from Giyuu. Your eyes catch for a second before you both embarrassedly look away. You start your book but can’t help but steal glances up from your book every few minutes… soon an hour passes, then two.

After hours of getting lost in your book you finally finish to find him sleeping sitting up. Your heart starts to beat fast, he is so cute sleeping. You stare at him for a few minutes taking in all of his beauty, scanning over every little detail…

He wakes up suddenly and looks straight into your eyes, you’d been caught. You quickly look away and pretend you’d just happened to catch his strong gaze by accident which was obviously not the case, the both of you knew but ignored that.

‘I umm, uh sorry haha...’ You nervously mumble. Giyuu starts with ‘How long was I asleep?’, completely ignoring the thing that’d just occurred. You reply awkwardly, ‘Half an hour or so I think…’, ‘Oh… okay’ says visibly bothered.

‘The rain should have st-‘, Giyuu cuts you off…

‘Y/N… I know this is sudden and you probably don’t remember me but… do… you… do you remember me..?’ I remember you like I saw you just yesterday, you used to call me ‘Gi’ because you couldn’t pronounce my name properly...’ your heart starts to race hard, it thumps loudly against your chest, your head spins, what he’d just said shocks you so much you stand up and stutter out ‘I-I… I…’ as you back up, the memories come flooding back crystal clear now, you remember everything. Not knowing how to react you shout ‘I don’t know, sorry- sorry-‘ and run out confusing Giyuu. ‘Wait!’ Giyuu concerned yells after you.

‘DING’ the bell cries after you’d ran out, Giyuu runs out after you and you turn around with tears pricking your eyes. Suddenly warm arms embrace you in a hug, you are shocked and pull away but then you go limp, tears start steadily streaming down your cheeks and onto his chest.

‘You- you left me behind.’ you blubber into his chest, ‘I know… Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to though, you must know that.’ He softly says out of character, ‘I know…’ you quietly reply trying not to sob, ‘I’m sorry, I asked you a stupid question and didn’t even wait for the right moment, it must have been confusing… I was just so happy to see and be around you that I couldn’t hold back any longer.’ ‘It’s ok, I was just shocked…’ you look up to him, sniff and say ‘Sorry… I must look like a snotty mess.’ and then let out laugh. ‘No, don’t talk such nonsense…’

You are beautiful.’ Giyuu gently wipes your tear stained cheeks with a worried look. ‘Please don’t cry anymore Y/N, everything is ok.’ He tells you.

Giyuu whispers ‘Y/N, I’ll never leave you behind again...’.

‘Promise..?’

‘Promise.’

[actualsunflower]

I never really talked about my surgery besides posting my ‘I lived bitch’ post on some of my sm after my surgery. I guess I’m a bit more ready to talk about it now though. It’s long so it’s under the cut. I’m feeling emotional

tw for talk of suicide and self harm also

Coming up to my surgery was terrifying. My depression got so bad, so fast, so intensely especially up to the last few months. I was working full time hours, doing commissions on top, saving 600 or more from each of my $800 checks, all the while barely getting sleep and not making enough to pay for everything I needed. My pets both ended up needing expensive vet trips which bit into my savings. I wasn’t getting much traction with my posts because everyone on tumblr and discord hated me. I have almost no friends, I wasn’t active on social media, I had lost the huge support group I was with before this. I was so depressed I can’t even remember the year. I remember bits a pieces, I remember sobbing every time my roommate an I tried to leave the house because of my chest and the binder and the way my clothes fit, I remember being so embarrassed by my body AND the crying over it in a household that isn’t supportive at all. I remember being so suicidal that I’d take walks by myself and watch the train and the cars with an empty mind and a numb body wishing I had the strength to jump in front of them. I remember staying awake unable to sleep, falling asleep on calls at work from my exhaustion. I remember each month that went by it got worse and worse. I december, I started cutting again with whatever I could find, I would break wine glasses and use bent bottle caps, I don’t even know if it hurt more because I couldn’t feel it. It was easy to play off because of my iguana's claws. I would call place after place trying get somewhere to write me a psych letter saying I was clear to get surgery because of my diagnosed schizophrenia, but nowhere in town or out would help. It wasn’t until the week before my surgery that I FINALLY found someone who went out if their way on their day off to write me that letter. I wanted to feel relief but I still didn’t have a ride yet, I still didn’t have all the funds. I was close but not close enough. My tax return would cover the rest, and my caretaker and I were splitting the cost of travel and the hotel. My tax return didn’t come. I felt sick every day waiting. I had a horrible panic attack one morning after another failed call to get a letter and my roommate had to hold me until I fell asleep on the couch during our work hours and went back to work when I woke up saying my power went out. Then the week came and something incredible happened. Someone messaged me asking how much I still needed. From all my work and savings I still needed over 1k. They helped me with this. I had the letters, after lots of fighting with people in the house we finally got a ride, this I had thought was all I needed. I couldn’t even believe it. I thought they were lying and I felt so sick. I cried so hard. I’m so grateful and I think about it every single day and I’m not exaggerating. I promised to pay them back and as soon as I was working again I did, and I’m still working on some art for them too though I feel bad it’s been taking so long. The day finally came to leave. My pcp had written a psychical health approval and we faxed it over, but on the MORNING we were in the car, on the road about to get on the highway I got a call from my dr. saying she won’t actual clear me anymore until I got more bloodwork. We quickly went and got my blood drawn before getting back on the road to Seattle from southern Oregon. I got a call just outside Salem. My bloodwork came back saying I had a potassium deficiency and she wouldn’t clear me anymore for surgery. My ENTIRE surgery was paid in full, our hotel rooms were paid in full, my surgery was in 2 days. I was devastated and horrified, we called my surgeon’s office and my dr over and over, we stopped in salem and I picked up a prescription they called in and I bought a ton of food and drinks in the car that had a lot of potassium and I ate and drank nothing else for the next 2 days, she told me check again once we get to Seattle after taking it 2 twice a day. We went on through portland and vancouver, Ive been there enough times but I’m always in awe of the big buildings and intricate paintings and bridges. We stopped close to tacoma at some tiny little town to go to the bathroom, I bought some potassium drink that I chugged in the car. I can’t remember what it tastes like but I do remember seeing some crows chasing a raven while I was standing outside the car. Tacoma was scary. It looks gross, there was some big ass dome? The buildings were ugly and the highways were terrifying. I saw a ferrero rocher museum when we got stuck in the wrong lane and had to figure out how to get back on the highway. I saw multiple bald eagles, they were awesome, I love birds a lot. We made it to Seattle, it was gorgeous. I didn’t know the space needle was orange. Before we got into Seattle, we went past the SeaTac airport. It was terrifying. I had NEVER seen airplanes that big in my entire life. They don’t even look like theyre MOVING when they’re in the sky, it was the absolute strangest experience in my entire life, and still is. i live literally right next to an airport at home, and the biggest thing I’ve seen is when the Ospreys occasionally stop in, other wise it’s tiny little planes, shipping companies and Reach helicopters. Those passenger planes are SO MUCH BIGGER than Ospreys. We went into tunnels, huge overpasses, it was weird. Seattle is covered in plants, walls were covered in ivy and it dangled from overpasses, it was really awesome. Though the landscape, it’s all identical to oregon. It didn’t even feel like we left the state. That night after getting settled into the hotel, we had some issues with a super dirty room with no working electric so we had to get another room which thankfully they didn’t charge more for, we went to some stores for supplies we couldn’t fit in the prius. I brought Nick with me for comfort and my paras plush. I went to a world market for the first time in my entire life. I bought some lavender honey from Spain, and that exact mushroom mug you always see all over the internet from there and a cute Toro toy from target. I felt so horrible. I was going to kill myself the next morning I kept thinking. I was so sure. I felt delighted that I was going to. I was so, so sure I was going to. I was going to take a walk because our hotel was in a little area with a barnes and noble, a few other stores. I was just going to walk off and ‘get lost’. But I was just a bit happy that I finally got to see Seattle and the airport, see something things I’d never seen before and gone farther away from home I’d ever been. We went to bed, it was hard and uncomfortable but my meds knock me out anyway. In the morning, we struggled to find a place to even get bloodwork done in Lynwood, we didn’t know where to go and it was hard to find a place even after calling very place that came up when google searching. That morning, I took twice the amount of potassium I was told because I wanted to make absolutely sure that bloodwork came back because if it didn’t, all my money, hard work, will to live, everything would be gone and I would die. We had complications getting the papers faxed over through states. My dr had to come in on a weekend for it. I am so grateful for her for doing all that for me. The lady at the desk was an older Asian lady, and she was super patient with me during the whole frustrating process of getting the work faxed. After getting my blood drawn by her, we left to await the results. We went back to the hotel, and my roomate and I decided to take a short walk down to the barnes and noble. I bought a shadow in riverclan and leopardstar’s honor, and one other of the triple novella ones. I sat in the starbucks and read the entirely of the graphic novel waiting for that call. We called them, no response yet. We walked back to the hotel, when they called. I was cleared, she wrote the letter and faxed it to my surgeon, and my surgeon called me saying the anesthesia guy would call me about 8pm to prep me. I hugged my friend and felt like I was going to cry but I was just so overwhelmed I couldn’t. I waiting for the call, he was extremely nice, and answered all my questions and was very very thorough, dispelled a ton of misinformation I had heard and put a lot of my fears to rest. I went to bed, my surgery was at 6:30am and I needed to shower and scrub with an antibacterial brush before we left.  That morning we went in. They came out to the car and gave me and my friend a covid swab, which sucked ass. They called and told us to go in and meet them in the office. The entire building was made of glass, and I took a picture of the sunrise behind the glass building. We found the dingy stairs at the back of the fancy decorated building and took those because I was too scared to entire the elevator. I met the ladies in the room, we went back, they asked questions and drew all over my naked body with markers, I talked with the anesthesia guy again (he was an EXTREMELY tall older man who said he’d been doing this for 40 years.) I took a pregnancy test, then they had my roommate leave and took me to the operating room. I laid down on a weird bed, they put my legs on some weird thing that was alternating inflating and lifting my legs up. The anesthetist was asking me questions about my job while they prepped a ton of things that idk what any of it was. Then he stuck the IV in my hand, smacked it very hard, and the nurse put a mask on me and I was out in half a second. I started waking up still in the operating room. I was so delirious, but I could make out someone over me, and I asked? “*Friend?*” because I thought it was him but as my vision got better the lady laughed and said no. She was a short blonde white girl. My friend is taller and a Mexican dude. I really don’t know what I was thinking honestly but we both think it’s really funny still. I passed out again and when I woke up again I was in the waiting room and she was sitting next to me. I asked if I was at planned parenthood, I don’t really know why I thought I was there. She said no. I asked if I could drink caffeine and coffee, which she laughed and said yes. I was so tired and mumbling everything. I asked her how much weight I lost, she said 6 pounds. Apparently I took longer than normal to leave because I just kept going back to sleep. When I was up, the nurse told me “No peeking!!” about not moving or looking in my surgical binder. Eventually I was awake long enough and they put me in a wheelchair and down the elevator out to our car and we went back to the hotel. I barely slept that entire 9 days, it was crazy. Everyone kept saying you’d sleep so much, the whole time, but I just couldn’t it was loud, people were smoking in the building, the neighbors seem to live there in the hotel and they made some incredible smelling Indian food every single day. I took a picture of me with the HUGE surgical binder on in the mirror in the hotel room and posted it on social media saying ‘I lived bitch’ which prompted my brother to message me asking what happened as I hadn’t told a single person in my family what I was doing. My chest was so swollen that my collarbone was completely gone. I was being reminded every 6 hours to take medications, every morning and every night too. My next appointment came up, my first time seeing my chest. It was in Kirkland washington. The building was many stories, their was construction going on and it was very loud and shook everything, and we were underground. The elevator was strange and underground and worked backward, you had to press the buttons in the reverse order for them to work. I took the stairs instead, which was a very bad idea, but I was ok in the end and we made it to my appointment. She came in and took of my binder, i couldn’t stand up straight the nipple bolsters grossed me out so much. I couldnt move my arms and the penrose drains made my gag. I was very disappointed when I had to put the nasty looking binder back on for several more days. After the appointment we went back and my friend and his mom went to target for more supplies, and he bought me a ton of dinosaur toys I had been wanting and some other cool things for himself including a really neat rayquaza figure and some atla graphic novels and I bought a green shirt from target just to have a shirt I bought when I finally got surgery. My last appointment came up. We went to the appointment, at Carillon Point. I got the binder taken off, I got the bolsters removed and the drains taken out. Cutting the bolster stitches felt like nothing. The drains were the WEIRDEST THING I HAVE EVERRRRR EXPERIENCED. It didn’t hurt! But dear fucking GOD was it STRANGE. My nurse laughed and said everyone says that. She asked me how long I’ve been wanting this, and where we were from. She was shocked that my home town has less than 22k people and the biggest building is a 3 story bank. We went back outside, Carillon Point is a marina, and it was gorgeous, super clean, beautiful plants, an awesome view of Seattle over the water, a super cool nest where a bald eagle couple was sitting with each other (we got pics but they’re blurry lol). I got a coffee at the adorable fancy starbucks and we walked down to the floating docks. There were fancy cafes, a clothing shop, a salon and a restaurant, and a big bell and a clock that rang on the hour. It was cold and windy but very pretty. I saw a boat named “Her Idea”. I couldn’t even comprehend what I was feeling. i was wearing a jacket and shirt I’d worn for years before then. but it was different now. it just felt right. I wore that exact same jacket today. We took a few pics, then went back to the hotel. We had to leave the next day. When we got back to the hotel, my rm and I decided to walk to the bookstore again. Bad idea honestly because I was very dizzy and it made the swelling worse plus I still couldn’t really stand well. Next morning we packed up, I put my surgical binder back on and we drove all the way home, we took what google maps called a shortcut through a neighborhood that ended up taking up almost another hour, but it was ok because it was a very pretty neighborhood. We got home and I immediately took a shower and struggled to wash my hair but it felt so fucking good. I have completely forgotten the month of may. I can’t remember it at all. I just remember being annoyed about sleeping on my back since I’m a belly sleeper, and having to wear the binder to bed. Every day was weird, wearing clothes was weird but good. I love that green shirt I bought. I wear it all the time and it makes my chest look amazing. Life now is weird. I’m not suicidal at all anymore. It’s really weird. The feeling disappeared immediately. I don’t know what to do with my life. Not in the meme way but I really didnt think I’d make it this far. Now I’m here and I need to do something with myself. I’m still lonely all the time and I still have little to no friends. I want to make amends with some people an reach out more but the shame of my depression years holds me back. Some things that I never noticed before, some things that still make me feel that feeling:  Seat belts. Wind. Biting cold wind, the sweat, the heat, itchy stuff. The chest bowl? You know the spot right between the pecks and above the belly that dips and it’s there even though I’m fat and it wasn’t there when I had breasts. Shirts from the side. Buttoning and zipping clothing. Leaning over. Reaching things. Stretching. Hugs and chest bumps. Crossing my arms, reaching from side to side with no resistance. Water touching my entire chest in the shower. Clothing in new sizes and old clothes pilling up. Just everything now.

But honestly, the best part? Is that I don’t think about it. It’s never in my mind anymore unless it’s a happy thing. In general I don’t think about it and it’s amazing. All that pain and frustration is gone. And it’s weird. It’s amazing and I love it. I hate it and I’m confused. Life is amazing now but it feels weird and terrifying that I have to live it now. Life is POSSIBLE now. Every single day I think about the people who helped me. I earned about 85% of it, the rest was from the kindness of others and I can’t even begin to put into words the kindness and happiness and gratefulness I feel. I feel like I could never repay these people in a meaningful way for what they gave me. I have been passing on when I can and donating when I find the posts and have the money to pass this along and I plan on making more donations once I pay my current medical bill (it’s going to collections on December 11th if I don’t pay it off LOL) and I am just so humbled. I hope some day I can be the same beacon of hope to someone here that people were for me. I’m trying my best

Thanks for reading this far if you did. I just feel like there’s been so much on my mind lately and I’ve not really got many people to let it out to. Just know that I am so, so eternally grateful for the help and support and I am doing everything I can to pay it back and pay it forward, I’ve been making a huge effort to donate and share when I can and I really hope we as a community can keep this going because it truly helps and truly saves lives. I know it really did save my life, this surgery did and this incredible community did

[alexbkrieger13]

Sportbladet did their own Nilla retirement interview day after the announcement

Nilla Fischer on the new challenge: "Perhaps I am the next Leif GW Persson"

Nilla Fischer, 38, is no longer a professional soccer player. In the end, the body said no.

For Sportbladet, the veteran talks about the decision, the pain that has been and the new challenges that await.

- It feels exciting but also very scary.

She has won SM gold, Champions League, German league titles, championship medals with Sweden and double diamond balls but now her career is over.

Nilla Fischer is no longer a professional soccer player.

What made you decide in the end?

- I knew already in the last training when Andrée drew up the pre-season schedule that no, how is this going to go again. 

- I've had pain in my body more and more every year and I love playing football but in the end it becomes too hard mentally not to be able to go on but to be careful in training and to be smart and so on. It might be smart to have some body left when I quit, so that's where I finally felt that I have to listen to my body now and actually just make the decision. 

- It does not come as a revelation. It won't but it was just a matter of making a decision so I did it. 

Pulled with injury problems

How much has the body hurt? How much has it hurt during the season? 

- There have been problems. I've been playing, it sounds so stupid to say painkillers because it's two alvedon and one Ipren, but it's still like that if I have to take it 90 percent of the games then maybe it's a sign that it's not so healthy longer. Or elite sport isn't healthy overall but...

- I've been lucky this year that I haven't had any major injuries, but it's a sign that the body isn't enjoying itself anymore. I must still have a little smartness.

Do you feel the pain in everyday life too? 

- Constant pain sounds so exaggerated, but I have pain all the time or problems all the time. Then there are different degrees of it, but that's just the way it is. I have osteoarthritis in my toes and have had various inflammations in my feet. 

 I also live a life where I cannot lie on the couch and wait for the next match. I have an active lifestyle because of the kids and that's just the way it is. It might have been the same issue if I hadn't had children, but I can't choose that now I have to go to bed two hours before the match. 

What is it like not being the soccer player Nilla Fischer anymore? 

- Right now it's quite pleasant when the others have a running program to follow and I can choose that today I want to go out and run, then I do it, then I choose the pace and so on. 

- I sit and work with my company and do it right now without feeling the stress and pressure that there is something else that needs to be done. 

What kind of company do you have? 

- It's called something as ingenious as Nilla Fischer AB. Now I'm preparing a lecture, so that's probably what it will be about. 

- I haven't really decided what direction it will be, but the plan is to give some lectures or be able to take on other assignments. At some point in the future, I might also want to deal with pocket and boys' football. Maybe come as a guest coach or so we'll see.

Don't want to let go of football

That's not the last we've heard from Nilla Fischer in football anyway, is this? 

- No, it's not. I still feel that elite-wise I probably have to distance myself because I think it will be too hard otherwise, but to work with boys' and girls' soccer in some way, I would think it would be fun. 

- Now all I can think about is what should I do. I start my education in January and the question is whether there is time for anything other than just the education in those years. We shall see.

But what about the dog boarding house then?

- It's a bit on hold, we've got horses so the schedule is packed and I don't think I'll have time for even more when I have to study.

So what will it be like to sit down at school and train to be a police officer? 

- Right now it feels extremely scary. Now I have lived this life for so many years and this lifestyle. I haven't studied since high school so it feels exciting but also very scary. 

What's the scariest thing about it? 

- It is something completely new. Just learning new systems and study techniques. Sit. Sit down and work and study. It's not something I'm used to.

- Then it's like always, or at least that's how I feel, when you try something new, it's uncomfortable not knowing if I'm good or not? How hard will it be? And so on. We'll see how it goes.

What is the attraction of becoming a police officer? 

- The whole thing of working in a team that way. Or yes, I don't know this, but that's my idea of ​​the police profession. That it is teamwork. You work quite closely in different groups with different goals and then be out in society and probably help people in vulnerable situations. 

- Then we'll see if that's what it means, but an active job where I think that many working days look different.

"Could be the next GW"

You envision yourself being out in the field and not sitting inside solving crimes?

- Yes, but at first I must be outside. Then maybe it's me who sits as the next Leif GW Persson. We shall see. 

- Then there are lots of different orientations within police training, which is also part of the attraction. It's not just that now you're a finished police officer and now you're going to do this for 20 years. You can work in the field and then you can further your education in other specializations. We'll see. It could be completely different from what I have imagined.

It seems popular to become a police officer after the career. Lisa Dahlkvist follows the same path. Which of you do you think is best suited as a police officer?

- Haha I do not know. It feels a bit pretentious to say yourself, so I have to say Lisa.

- I know she is also studying so it will be fun. Now we won't be working on the same set, but it will be fun. I get to contact her when it gets too difficult and she gets to help me what to do.