#can't comprehend the amount of not okay this is

[songmingisthighs]

[15.41] bf!wooyoung × reader

⇀ your boyfriend means business and no amount of illogical ideas, and no matter how crazy those ideas were, was going to get in the way of him spending time with you

⇁ wooyoung taking charge as he should

tw : wooyoung getting mad? kinda slightly suggestive maybe (mentions of wooyoung being sexy, wooyoung slipping something into mc's bra, mention of making out

genre : slight angst, lovers, fluff-adjacent at the end ?

wc : 1.3 k

It's not often for Wooyoung to come barrelling into your place hot on his trail. Usually, when it happened, it was because you two had been separated for too long or if he wanted a little bit more TLC that may or may not include some sort of helpful equipment.

So it scared and annoyed you when Wooyoung roughly opened and closed your front door, causing you to jump slightly on the couch.

"Get up," he demanded, standing before you with his hands on his waist, "Get up now." You glared at him with determination and huffed, "I told you I'm not going anywhere, I already explained why I can't." Wooyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes, "And I told you I don't care and you've drained all of the patience I had in me while I was waiting in my car for the past 30 minutes so you are going to get off this couch, wear something cute, and go out on a date with me." The mention of the date made your face red not in anger but embarrassment because, at that point, he was forcing you to repeat something that to you was rather embarrassing. "I can't, okay? I told you I don't have money to go out!" you exclaimed, throwing the pillow that was on your lap down and it landed by Wooyoung's feet. "When do you ever have money?" Wooyoung scoffed but you knew it wasn't him making fun of you, it was just him repeating what you usually told him.

At that point, you just wanted to evade him and hole yourself up because you had been stressed over feeling like a mooch in the relationship what with having a boyfriend with a big career and big income while you were still working a regular job trying to make ends meet. So you told him that you were going to treat him on a date that exact night, planning and saving up for a month and you were about to do it when your stupid laptop decided to break down and you were forced to spend the money you had saved up to treat your boyfriend so you could work and it broke your heart and it made you feel more than guilty.

"Not funny, Wooyoung, I'm serious," you were trying to hold back your anger because all the tears had been shed the day before when you finally took the courage to look at your bank statement. Wooyoung slumped on the single-seater next to you and sighed loudly, shaking his head in frustration because he couldn't comprehend your point. "I really don't get this, I don't get you at this moment because I usually pay anyways and I never made you pay for anything so why are you suddenly acting like this?" "Because I told you I was going to pay for our date today! I already made such a big deal out of this and I really do want to pay after having you pay for everything since the beginning of our relationship and even before that. So I just can't go out because I can't pay!" though you tried, your voice still raised even if it was slightly and it made you feel even worse.

Wooyoung sighed in exasperation and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees, "So that's the whole issue? You wanting to pay for our date?" and you meekly nodded, avoiding eye contact though you predicted that Wooyoung was going to throw his hand in the air and stood up, towering over you, "Well you can just use my card and pay! When the bill comes, or when we see something either one of us wants to buy, YOU will pay for them with MY card!" he said,. This time, you scoffed and shook your head, "That's not the point, Wooyoung. If I do that then it wouldn't be my money we're using!" you argued back but you kind of understood the logic of his solution.

You were about to explain the whole shpiel behind your logic when Wooyoung crouched down in front of you with his eyebrows furrowed. "Do you really think that I'm the kind of man who would let his girl pay for me on our date? Do you really think I'd let you spend even 500 won on me even on milk? I work hard because you are my motivation, I make my money for my future and you better get into that thick, beautiful head of yours that it includes you in it." Though he was being serious and firm with you (which was a whole type of sexy on its own), you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach and feel your cheeks warming up. Wooyoung then reached into his back pocket, pulled out his credit card and put it out for you to take, "We will go out tonight because I miss my beautiful, wonderful, albeit slightly crazy girlfriend and you will pay for it using this card and you will not worry about anything."

As much as it was a solution to the issue you were facing, you were still hesitant because not only did the issue happen but you felt like you had ruined the mood. However, deep down you knew that once you and Wooyoung had dinner, all animosity would be lost and you both would laugh at this the next day. Your hesitance didn't go unnoticed by Wooyoung so in a last desperate attempt, he reached into your shirt and slipped the card under your bra strap despite you yelping in surprise (not because Wooyoung never suddenly felt the need to peek at your boobs but because it was more because he slipped his card there). "What the hell?" you squeaked as you pulled out the card and tried to put it in Wooyoung's hand but he just parried your hand away with one hand as the other tapped away at his phone. "Wooyoung, take this back, I sw-" Before you could finish your words, Wooyoung showed you the screen of his phone, showing you what he had just done while you were distracted, "Now you have my credit card AND money in your bank account in case you don't want to use my card so you don't have an excuse to not go out with me because damn it, I look good and I made myself look good for you. I even put on the cologne you said you liked on me so we are not being wasteful because then the environment suffer." Eyes widened, you slapped him on the shoulder, "Wooyoung, that is far too much! That's more than what I had saved up! Are you crazy?" but he simply rolled his eyes at you, "You really think there is a numerical limit to my provision? And you call me crazy," he scoffed incredulously.

The next thing you know, you were being pulled up to your feet by Wooyoung and he gently, but firmly directed you to your room. "Now, you're going to put on something other than the hoodie you stole from me and those raggedy sleeping shorts you claimed you have an emotional connection to, forego makeup if you must because I can't deal with another man glancing at you every 3 seconds tonight, and we'll go out, have some fun, and later make out in the car. Does that sound good to you?" You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly nervous under Wooyoung's stare, but you managed to frantically nod anyway. "Good," he then turned your body around and sent you off inside to change with a firm smack on your right buttcheek, "I'll be out here calming down, okay? I'll be waiting." Then he shut the door behind you, leaving you rather confused yet flattered at what he did.

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[cokou]

Could you write about OP men realizing they’ve fallen in love with you? I was thinking Ace, Law, and Zoro 👀

—OP MEN REALIZING THEY HAVE FALLEN FOR YOU <3

༄ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ➢ One Piece ༄ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ➢ Ace x Reader; Law x Reader; Zoro x Reader ༄ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ➢ SFW // Fluff ༄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ ➢ Two idiots inlove, nothing much <3 ༄ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ➢ 1495 Words, 8125 Characters ༄ ᴀ|ɴ ➢ You ask, you get! Enjoy <33 // Do not transfer my works to any other platforms // this is my only account, will not be cross posted to any other sites or apps! <3

ᴀᴄᴇ (566 words, 3,072 characters)

—You joined the whitebeard pirates not too long ago, and with them, you finally found the happiness you once sought for.

You had been working under the 2nd Divisions commander, Portgas D. Ace. You two were awfully close to each other unlike anybody else. You recalled that almost everyday you would crack jokes to each other and laugh like wild hyena's instead of actually doing the work you were told to.

Either way, work couldn't even separated you two's bond with each other, it either ends with the two of you working together or else one would cause more trouble to the crew, which doesn't make sense, at all.

"I can't comprehend with your dumbasses anymore! Get outta here and do your work before we decide to officially throw you two off the ship!" —Thatch kicked your asses off into an Island and left you two there, you two were standing and was particularly looking at each other confused.

"WHAT was that about?!" You asked Ace with a dumbfounded look.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!" Ace looked at you with a more dumbfounded look.

(You two just stormed off trying to figure out what to do.)

It's been hours since you've been kicked onto this Island with Ace, and you two haven't made any progress at all! It's turning night time soon and yet, you still haven't understood a word coming out of Ace's mouth.

"WHAT?!" You screeched at him, "I DID not understand anything!" At this point you felt like giving up with him by your side.

"I SAID, get the logs, we need them to make fire! OR freeze to death!" He was scratching this temple, clearly giving out with your screeches. (bro you're the flame user idk make fire?)

Eventually you two figured out what to do and settled down to make a little sleeping ground, and burned things.

"PUT IT OUT!" You screamed as the weeds get caught on fire, obviously he did eventually put it out and you two settled down near the fire.

"Did we even do anything other than be asses the whole day?" ...Great question, you two did nothing. It's finally night time and you promised that by tomorrow you will be having a huge amount of progress. You only hoped he'd be more serious then.

The silence was ringing and you were staring empty at the fire, and eventually Ace was looking at you, he didn't realize it at all until you asked him if he was okay.

"You okay?" You're shooting me glances like I did something unforgettable" For a second you catched a glimpse of him blushing, and it immediately faded.

"It's just quite cold?" . "You're literally made of fire."

Dumb excuse, and you eventually got bored and drifted to sleep on his shoulder.

—Maybe then, that was how he realized that all the feelings he was experiencing when he saw you, was that he was falling for you. He always believed that he was just a little unusual, but now he realized that he had love you, he doesn't regret it, and he never will. Maybe one day he'd tell you how much he loves you. But for now, he just hopes that this feeling stays with him. He really just wants to be you, it doesn't matter what dumb excuses he makes, just as long as he gets to be with you, alone.

ʟᴀᴡ (510 words, 2,778 characters)

—You may or may not have been close to him because of work..(you did) You had started working into the library with Law that day, that's how you two got close, but unlike him, you actually knew your limits and when you needed to step out of business.

You usually end up telling him that he needs to stop overworking himself and pay some attention on his own mental health, but repeatedly he only responses in cold 'no's'.

"Hey, I'm leaving work early today." Everyday you update him on literally everything that you think will happen to you that day.

In response, he only gave you a nod and didn't even pay attention to what you were saying, his eyes were glued onto the paper work he had obviously been working on. The thing about him that ticks you most of the time is he was dead serious with all the work and doesn't lay any mistakes at all.

You sat a few tables away from him and laid your eyes on your table, it's full of tons of papers, again...Unexpectedly, a while ago you had entered quite late, which made you pretty near on break time.

The silence lingering across the library is making you feel nervous, it's cold and it doesn't fit your type of temperature, so you decided to move place and sat next to the table Law was working on, and you finally got his glance on you.

"Hi, uhm, moving cause it's too cold"

.

"Whatever makes you do your work." His voice added more anxious depth into the cold library. You couldn't take it anymore so you just decided to try and strike a conversation with him.

"soo, what are you planning to do on break?" There was a hint of awkwardness in your voice.

"work" He answered nonchalantly just after you finished asking.

"I mean you should totally like, rest, right?" It's either you think this guy is a magical creature for taking in too much work or he's just severely workaholic.

He ignored your words, staring blankly into the paper, he isn't even reading it, his eyes are particularly drilling holes into it. "No." He continued writing things down.

"Why not? You should just maybe take some time off, with me?" You poured all your nervousness on that 'with me' on your sentence. "..Maybe next time." Your nervousness finally fading as he replied, which made you feel better other than hearing a simple 'no' from him.

"Okay! You promised that!" You rushed towards the exit ready to go on with your break time.

—Law caught himself smiling at the thought of you exiting the room happily and being worried for him. He just doesn't realize that he is happy because he'd be able to have more time with you. His mind forces him, but he simply pushes it away. He doesn't even realize that he loves you. And he probably will resist the feelings until he can't bare it anymore, but for now, he's happy that you're with him, even if it's tables apart.

ᴢᴏʀᴏ (419 Words, 2,275 Characters)

—It all started when you two were children. Zoro kept telling you that he'll beat Kuina and be the worlds strongest swordsman. It had been his dream since then, and you support him even then. You'd watch him do all kinds of training just to be strong, but he just ends up too tired.

"Just watch! I'll be the strongest swordsman ever!"

Practically, You and Zoro had been close friends for about a decade now. You made new friends along the way and had been introduced into the Straw hat Pirates with Zoro. He still had his dream and doesn't look like he'll give up anytime soon.

Just now, you and the whole crew had headed into an Island you discovered, it was a small town filled with houses and buildings. Any how, an hour into talking to Zoro of what benefits you could have from such a small town, you lost track of time and eventually, your steps.

"This is your fault for not paying attention!!" you were yelling at him from the top of your lungs.

"How is it my fault?! You were the one who wouldn't shut up!" You were balling each other with crazy words and eventually stopped when you realized you won't go anywhere with all these fightings.

"How did we manage to get even more lost?!" You asked him looking defeated when you realize you had been circling around the town. In the end, you two ended up asking a local for directions and finally settled onto the deck the ship was.

"WHERE HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?!" Nami stormed and smacked Zoro in the head while screeching that they had been waiting for the two for almost 2 hours on deck.

"We would've left you two if you weren't useful." she stormed off clapping her hands.

"How come I'm the only one she hit?!" . "She loves me" You said flipping your hair.

—Honestly, with you, Zoro feels contented, he knows his heart longs for even if it's the most stupid reasons. It's basically a date but imagine being crazy together, seems nice right? Either way you enjoy each others company and would catch glimpses of each of you looking at each other with the most light blush. It's just two idiots in love without being aware, it's complicated but for sure being together and fooling each other is a date planned between the two of you. Besides, he doesn't know since when he developed these feelings for you. Just take care of him, please.

Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[strawnarrries]

because im sad about the last show, here's a little imagine about y/n and harry reminiscing the past two years the night before the last show :(

warnings: mentions of sex but nothing graphic

Your eyes fluttered open and you realized it was still dark outside, a sign that it was not quite morning just yet. You're not sure why you woke up. It was like your body knew something was off because when you turned over, the bed was empty beside you.

Rubbing your eyes to clear the sleepy haze, you noticed light coming from under the closed door of the bedroom in the villa you and Harry are staying in. Getting up out of bed, you opened the door and the sudden change in lighting burned your eyes. After getting used to it, you walked towards the kitchen and spotted your husband, leaning up against the counter, sipping on something inside of a mug.

“Harry?” you hummed, walking up to him.

“Oh hey, did I wake you up? I’m sorry," he looked up at you with doe eyes and messy hair sticking up in every direction.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t sleep.”

You popped your bottom lip out and wrapped your arms around his bare waist, his instinctively wrapping around yours after setting his mug on the counter, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just can't believe the last show's tomorrow night.”

“Aw, I know. You wanna talk about it?” you hummed, looking up at him with tired eyes.

"I'm gonna miss it. A lot," he whispered, "but at the same time I'm excited for a long break."

"It's bittersweet."

"Yeah," he nodded.

"It's gonna be weird not getting to watch you on stage every night in your sparkly outfits."

He chuckled softly, "You don't get those outfits at home, do ya?"

"No, I get you either naked or in the one stupid shirt that you refuse to throw away even though it's practically in shreds."

"Thought you loved that shirt?" he teased.

You glared up at him before changing the subject, "What'dya think you'll miss the most? Just being on stage?"

"Yeah. Performing. It's one of my favorite things in the world to do. I just get such a rush from being out there and interacting with the fans and hearing them scream my lyrics."

"And hearing them bark at you," you added.

He giggled, "Yes, that too."

"You'll be back though. It's not the end."

“You're right. I feel like this tour was just special for some reason, I dunno. I fear I’m gonna get really emotional tomorrow on stage though. I was holding back tears at the show the other night," he chuckled.

“It’s okay to get emotional. You know me and your mom will be sobbing the entire night."

He smiled softly as he cupped your jaw and rubbed his thumb back and forth across your cheek, "I've been reflecting a lot recently. So much has happened in the last two years. It's wild."

“You've done, like what, 150 shows?”

“169 tomorrow."

“Holy shit, Harry. Most of them were completely sold out too. Do you realize how incredible that is?”

“It's mad. I think this has been the most successful tour I’ve ever been on.”

“Oh, by far.”

“Gonna miss seeing everyone every day. Gonna miss the fans and being up on stage. I've had some of the best shows of my life on this tour.”

“Harryween,” you giggled fondly at the memory that popped into your head.

“That was fun as fuck,” he giggled back.

“You’ve done more than just tour though. So many award shows, Coachella, music videos, you starred in two different movies, Harry.”

“I have,” he nodded, smiling proudly at himself, "Looking back, the amount of love and support that I've gotten from everyone, the fans, my team, my friends, and family, and from you is just - it's - it's so overwhelming like I can't even explain it to you. Like my mind can't comprehend that this is my life. Been 13 years and I still can't believe it."

"'cause you deserve it, baby. With the amount of love you give out and just the type of person you are in general, you deserve everything that's come your way. Have I ever told you how proud of you I am?" you teased, being the fact that those words leave your lips multiple times after every single one of his accomplishments.

"Never. Not once," he chuckled.

“Well, I am,” you hummed pressing a sweet kiss to his sternum, just under where his cross necklace lay, "It makes me feel so prideful that I get to call you my husband."

“Thank you, my love. You know I wouldn't be here without you.”

You rested your head on his warm chest, hugging him tighter, embracing the sweet silence before breaking it, "Can I be honest with you?”

He nodded as you looked back up at him.

“I know it's selfish but a big part of me is excited that it’s over because then I get you all to myself and don’t have to share you with the world.”

“Finally don’t have to hear you nagging for my attention all the time,” he chuckled.

“Heyyyyyy,” you whined.

“I’m joking, baby.”

You rolled your eyes teasingly.

“We have a lot to look forward to.”

“Like what?” he asked, although he knew exactly what you were referencing to, he just wanted to hear you say it.

“You becoming a daddy.”

“Really lookin forward to that. I can’t wait ‘till you have a cute little baby bump.”

“Gotta get me pregnant first.”

"You don't gotta worry 'bout that. We’re gonna be goin' at it all day every day when we’re on holiday next month,” he smirked.

“I can't even explain to you how excited I am for that. Vacation Harry is my favorite Harry."

He grinned, “I love you, Y/N."

“I love you too.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours for a few sweet kisses before you hummed sleepily, “Will you come back to bed with me now?”

“Yeah, c’mon.”

[twst-hottest-takes]

OKAY TRAUMA OLYMPICS TIME!

Ranking every Overblotter based on how sad their backstory makes me: THAT MEANS IT’S VERY BIASED AND SUBJECTIVE!

Waves hands in a manic gesture towards the disclaimer* (Now is your chance to turn around!)

7: Azul Ashengrotto-Got picked on for being different. The thing that takes me out about Azul’s backstory and its connection to his overblot is how basic it feels. I’m not here to invalidate his feelings, I understand those insecurities, but apparently the only thing stopping more people from overblotting is that they can’t accumulate blot at the same rate because of lower magic output. If you ask me, the real tragedy of his character is his inability to acknowledge his own achievements. He says, “I’ll show them!” and, yes, hon, you did. Calm down. You are 17, nothing is stopping you from becoming the person you say you are (unlike half the other people on this list). (0/10 He tried to take advantage of my compassion and took my home away. He can cry harder into his money for all I care. Also bottom tier Overblot design.)

(Slight edit: changed Azul's age to 17 because I put 15 before. That would have been his age before turning human to go to NRC, but that might have been confusing and seemed inaccurate. Thanks to the person who pointed that out! The rest of the statement remains the same.)

6: Vil Schoenheit—Hates being typecast and treated like number two. Bro’s real crime is checking his socials too much and letting it get to him. I feel nothing for Vil and he’s only above Azul because his situation is a little less common as a one in a million super celebrity which can come with outlandish amounts of stress I can't comprehend. Again, the tragedy is his inability to be satisfied with his current state of his career and acknowledge his success because someone’s always above him. YOU ARE 18! YOU HAVE YOUR WHOLE CAREER AHEAD OF YOU! Give yourself some space to breath. He’s the one character you’d think would know and see a therapist. He’s so perfectly managed about every other element of his life it seems almost out of character for him not to be considering his mental health. If you consider he's even taking time away from his career to go to school and have "normal teen experiences" I don't know why I should feel bad. (0/10 Attempted murder. Jealous biotch. Probably, less sympathetic than Azul actually.)

5: Leona Kingscholar—Also hates his life situation and being treated like second fiddle. Leona is above Vil because he DOESN’T have a way out of being “typecast.” Time and talent can't save him. He was born into a situation where he can’t be anything other than the second prince and when he finally got a chance to be number one at something (Spelldrive at NRC) Malleus shows up to put him back down to second place again. Life seems to have a karmic way of making Leona nothing more and I feel that. Honestly, Leona’s state makes me cry but I can’t rank him higher because the canon content for his character is sparse. Most of the elements about Leona are things you have to look into and read out of his actions and backstory and while that’s not bad, it’s frustrating that a lot of people overlook them because they aren’t as explicit as the other characters. Leona’s depression is very real, but because the symptoms manifest as less sad-boy and more tired jackass a lot of people overlook his failing mental health. He’s badly written and I feel like the first iteration of his backstory (Book 2 in game) does the worst job about making you feel anything for him considering his actions. (4/10 Smart character with lots of potential but written like an idiot where it counted. Also attempted murder.)

4: Malleus Draconia (TENTATIVE)—Doesn’t want to be alone. After all, what’s the point of being so powerful when it’s so lonely? Loneliness is a feeling that I think doesn’t get explored enough in the media I consume (maybe I need to look harder), so Malleus can be a little higher for what I currently perceive as his reasons for overblotting. He’s an immortal being constantly ostracized by the position he was born into and suffers from the classic conundrum of having to watch everyone he cares about go before him. For all intents and purposes he’s an orphan. He doesn’t have a lot of people he’s related to and can really consider close, so it hits him extra hard when they can’t be around anymore, and for all of his age, as a fae he’s really very young, immature, and inexperienced. The game is doing its darndest to make sure that he gets as thorough an explanation as possible and actively wants you to understand where he’s coming from and feel bad. So he gets the halfway point because as much as I love this kind of thing, favoritism and getting the longest time to explore his feelings only gets him so high. (6/10 I like that the MC has a personal stake in this one, and he's not actively trying to kill anyone.) (Since Book 8 isn’t over yet, his position is subject to change later.)

3: Riddle Rosehearts—Anal retentive to the extreme. Riddle’s mom is so hated by the fandom she is never getting a face reveal. Is now the time to express how bad I feel about Riddle being traumatized by strictness and rules to the point where he honestly believes that bending the most absurd rules will result in disastrous consequences? Maybe. I appreciate that we saw exactly the inciting incident that made Riddle the way he is now. So much of his character falls back on that one time he broke the rules as a kid, and it HAS SO MUCH IMPACT. He gets a lot of props for being one of the few overblotters to actually have character growth post-featured book. Riddle is a contender for second place, but his potential ability to grow beyond his circumstances makes him less tragic. (7/10 Riddle is a surprisingly strong first antagonist in the main story. Almost killed someone, but that was notably AFTER he broke down and turned into a rampaging monster.)

2: Jamil Viper—Can never be his true self. Jamil is another guy who was born into his lifestyle and has no feasible way out of what’s driving him up the wall. It’s not just about Kalim being naïve and sheltered, it’s about how Jamil himself can’t ever use the gifts he has or escape from that fate. He is better than Kalim at a lot of things, but has to act like an amateur so he doesn’t outshine the guy he’s been sworn to protect and serve. He has expectations set on him, and duties to fulfill, and his best route in life as presented to him is just to be as average and boring as possible despite his innate talent and potential. I don’t know if there’s supposed to be a way for Jamil to get out of his family’s servitude to the Al-Asims that causes him to be so bitter, so at this point I kind of assume he’s stuck and that makes it extra sad. The fact that he really just wants to go on vacation makes it hit harder that he’s not even that bad for a guy at a villains’ school. Book 5 giving him a chance to break out of that shadow is great, honestly. (8/10 I can't hate him. He just wants a break, man. He wasn't even trying to hurt anyone, but loses a point for dragging Yuu/MC into his scheme. [Don't y'all dare throw Kalim hate in here. That's not what this is about. I will fight you.])

1: Idia Shroud—Survivor’s Guilt. Book 6 really went there and we are going to talk about it. He did something he shouldn’t have as a kid and now he has to live with the fact that his kid brother is dead. He wanted so badly to undo what he did that he built a new version of him even though he knew deep down he could never replace Ortho. No. I’m sorry. You’re not beating that. That’s not event including the fact that he’s also stuck as a fracking guardian of the underworld in a family that is supposed to be incapable of overblotting in the first place. Idia has textbook depression, and that’s not a bad thing. He feels just as trapped as everyone else and doesn’t see a point to doing anything the conventional way if he doesn’t have to. Idia is NOT a perfect person or character, but as far as his writing for why he ends up doing what he does, I think he easily takes the cake. (10/10 Will weep again. Character writing, with a little dash of hope that he can find some bright spots in life. Extra points for Ortho telling him to keep living. Also, he has the coolest Overblot design. 100/10 for Technopunk Hades.)

This is a super abridged version of what I have to say regarding each of these characters, so I may have to write out actual essays and character analysis for them eventually. I tried to get out the gist of my rankings in as short a form as possible, but that might not be good enough for some people. Feel free to tell me how I misunderstand and mischaracterize your fave.

[nightwonder7]

So seeing as how you've fallen into the Norton/Alice rabbit hole...thoughts on the theory Norton was hired to kill Alice?

Okay, so there are two possibilities of who might've hired Norton to eliminate Alice, assuming the "arrogant woman" he talks about in the second letter isn't Melly. Note: I'm basing some of these thoughts off of sirenjose's posts (their IDV analysis are really good!)

One, it could be Orpheus. As we saw in AoM2, Norton was working for or together with him, so it would check out that Orpheus is the one directing him. He could've thus be the one who ordered him to eliminate Alice. However, this does contradict what is implied to be Orpheus' motives for Alice. In his and Alice's letters, he was trying to set her free from where she was being kept and make her remember him. He wants his childhood best friend back, maybe to redeem himself from what transpired when the manor was under attack. Also, I'm pretty sure he knows who Alice is in AoM now, with the Lamb note appearing on her desk at the end, so it's not like he thinks she is her colleague. So why would he then order someone to kill her? I could dig deeper into Orpheus potentially having his perception skewed, having to obey someone higher than him in the manor games or setting Norton up to be the villain so he can become the hero in the story, but I'll refrain from straying too far.

Two, it could be someone else entirely, and the main suspect would be Villhelm Lamb; AKA Alice's adoptive father. From Evelyn's background trailer, we learn that Villhelm is ruling over an organisation of spies working for him. Once Alice escapes from him, someone were sent out to observe her or eliminate her; perhaps to prevent her from spilling out whatever dark secrets he possesses. These people could be this spy group. From Alice's deduction, it seems that she knows she is being watched, and so they never get a chance to eliminate her.

And then we have Norton. Norton would not turn down a large sum of money if offered to him. And after the incident in the mines, one could say his moral compass became a little misguided. Agreeing to kill someone for a life changing amount of money does not seem unlikely of him at this point in life, whether said pay would come from Orpheus or Villhelm.

The ONLY THING I just cannot wrap my head around is where the heck did they find this guy?? Technically, Norton is just a random person from the working class, so how did they even find him? I doubt they put up an "Assassin needed! Commission pay!" flyer on the wall. I mean, they could've just made an ad with the sum of money and no job specifications, but I struggle to see how that would even work when the task is so grizzly. Another thing I can't comprehend is how this employer would think someone like Norton would be more skilled and capable of assassination of someone as sharp as Alice than, say a group of spies. But maybe Norton really is just that; a guy they randomly picked for the job for whatever reason.

I've probably left something out, but those are my initial thoughts. Would be interesting if Alice somehow allies with Norton and Melly to put an end to the manor games. But I'm also preparing for the most tragic ending to this story fdshjfghsd

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California Fornication //

Four— ‘Sun & Moon’

Summary: Jakes got a secret he’s keeping close to his chest almost as close as he’s keeping you. Bradley comes face to face with a demand he can’t comprehend, but he doesn’t have a choice.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Mental Manipulation. Blackmail. Forced relationship. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader.

Word Count: 3.6k

Author Note: Day Twenty Three of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Blackmail & Misunderstanding. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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They say love knows no bounds, but Jake Seresin had very much seen those bounds with his very eyes. Love definitely has bound, he’s seen exactly where it ends. For him it began when what he thought was the love of his life kissed him in the corridor of the Miramar base hospital and ended when that same woman's husband caught him red handed with her underneath him. 

But love didn't truly end there for Jake, but he knew it ended for Bradley Bradshaw. There was no amount of ‘Faking it till you make it’ Rooster could do in order to convince Jake that he had forgiven Katie, his wife, for willingly entering into a love affair with his best friend. He was out well before he ever met you. So the whole “I love my wife” stick he was running with didn’t make a lick of sense. 

But regardless, it worked in Jake's favour, because you were here with him in the morning glow of the amber sun that crept across his hotel bedroom, looking all kinds of beautiful that Jake swore was otherworldly. Angelic if you will. 

“Hi–” You smiled up at him as you laid your forearms across his exposed chest. Jake lazily smiled back at you as he traced unidentifiable objects across your spine, leaving small goosebumps in his fingertips wake. 

“Hi yourself–” He replied as he watched you bat your eyelids, coaxing him for more. “Come here often?” 

“Can't say I sleep with strangers all that often, no.” Jake was without sounding too overly pornagraphic, a really good fuck. He made you laugh all the while his cum coated your velvet walls over and over again. Those orgasms were powerful and took you a moment to recover from each and every time, with every one that followed just as good as the last. Jake was a giver but never turned down the offer either, so when you sank your lips around him for the first time the noises he made made you wish you could have recorded it for a later date. “And I don't plan on making it a habit either.” 

But that's all you wanted it to be, sex. Pure unadulterated lustful sex that made you forget about Bradley and his wife and the heartbreak of not being enough. Not being the one he chose. Not being the one he loved. 

“Well, in that case.” Jake's hand trailed down your spine slowly but with intent to please. “Do you have time before you go cold turkey?” As much as your core approved of the way Jake's hand squeezed at your ass cheek under the bedsheets you were both tangled in, you ultimately decided that you had to pump the brakes for your own protection. Jake was a breath of fresh air, but you weren't stupid enough to let him fall for you.” 

“Don't–” You warned as you rolled off Jake and laid beside him with a huff. 

“What?” Jake pressed as he followed you, it was now his turn to be the one on top.

“Get any ideas.” You explained with a raised eyebrow. “Don't get any ideas” There was a warning tone in your voice, a persistent threat of looming denial that Jake was fun and exciting. “There are no ideas here, got it?” But you knew what became of curious minds, the last guy you took a liking to ended up married. 

“I haven't got any idea, okay.” Oh he had ideas alright, dirty ideas. Dirty ideas where you were crying his name and begging for more. Ideas where Bradshaw would be all but forgotten. “I'm just making small talk.” Jake teased as he leaned in to kiss your neck as you felt his hands make their way out to your wrists. Trapping you against the bed without a way to push him off. Fuck, it felt good. 

“Okay, well don't do that either.” You tried to deny the way Jake made you feel as your core ignited into a needy throb as his mouth left marks up and down your neck, clearly on purpose. 

“Why not?” Jake asked softly through a moan so pornographic it had you holding back your own little whimper in response. He was having far too much fun with this, knowing that he was getting you all worked up underneath him. 

“Because this isn't gonna go anywhere Seresin.” 

“Big deal.” Pulling away, Jake hovered over you as he wrapped his hands tightly around your wrists. “I just met you, for all I know you could be a psychopath.” He shrugged. “I'm not looking for commitment, and don't even mention the word monogamy because I might actually decide that with it being this close to halloween, I could get away murder.” It wasn't anywhere near the answer you were expecting, nor the rational, but Jake made you laugh regardless. He deserved an explanation, even if it was half assed and kind of egotistical of you to assume he’d fall for you. 

“I'm not trying to be mean, I just–I don't want you getting too attached.” 

“Hey, You jumped me.” That wasn't entirely wrong but it wasn't exactly how you remembered the bathroom incident occurring. But you couldn't deny that when you made it back to Jake's hotel room that you weren't all over him like a bad rash. You did jump him, and jump you did. “Not that I didn't mind it, it was great.” Jake made sure to add before you got the wrong idea. “We had a good time, it was actually very good, and I don't know about you but it was some of my best work.” 

“Your best work huh?” You egged Jake on as he leaned in to kiss your lips. You could feel his length hardening against your core as he did so, the blood rushed from one head to the other and like most of the time, Jake Seresin was thinking with his dick and not his actual brain. 

“In the bathroom too which isn't easy, especially in that weird little unisex bathroom of the bar, truly, you had me working overtime.” Jake kissed his way down your chin to your neck. His hands let go of your wrists as he slowly but surely made his way down your chest, making sure to kiss your nipples tenderly as he passed them by. 

“And now?” Jake groaned as he reached your naval, looking up at you through emerald green eyes that reflected nothing but lust back at you. “Now you think you’re my sun and my moon?”   

“Jake–” You whimpered as he sank lower and lower, settling between your legs as his hands pushed your legs further apart.

“That all of a sudden I think all the stars shine bright around you and only you?” Kitten licks, that's how you’d describe the way Jake swiped his tongue across your folds to collect any and all the arousal you were willing to give him, the arousal he was behind. “That you touched me and the heavens opened up and I'm suddenly blinded by the angel that is you?” 

“Possibly–” was it so hard to believe you were a catch? Couldn’t anyone just pick you, choose you, love you for you? Or were you always doomed to be the second choice, the constellation prize. 

“You’re good, I'll give you that, but you ain’t that good sweetheart.” Two fingers slowly pressed themselves inside you and your back arched with pleasure. With expert movements, Jake curled his digits up into your velvet walls and smirked against your sensitive bundle of nerves as you covered your face. Overcome by embarrassment and need. 

“I did jump you, didn't I?” You had to agree that Jake was a very jumpable guy. 

“Yeah–you did.” It was the way Jake curled his fingers up inside you and licked against your clit to keep the pleasure building at a beautiful pace inside your core that had you going insane. Here this beautiful single man was between your thighs, eating you out like you were his last meal and all you could think about was just how mad Bradley Bradshaw was going to be when he found out. 

“Okay well point taken.” You had to curl your hands into the sheets of the mattress to hold off your approaching orgasm, you wanted to hold it, experience the pleasure Jake was very generous giving. “You’re not after me.”

“I'm not after you, you'd have to be at the very least, married for me to fall in love with you.” Jake teased as he watched your facial expressions, he knew you were close, but that didn't mean he was going to stop his assault on you. If anything he knew to not change a single thing he was doing, you were right where he wanted you to be. Just on the edge but not close enough to fall. After all, they didn't call him Hangman for nothing. He liked his women on the edge for as long as he could keep them there. Floating in a paradox of pleasure he created. 

“Oh god Jake, please, I’m so fucking close.” You whined in need of release as your hips bucked and your walls clenched around Jake's digits. 

“We, are at the bare minimum, strangers who maybe get to know each other a little more and have sex whenever and where they please and if applicable, annoy the hell out of the very oh so much in love Bradshaws until our hearts content.” Jake spoke against your core to slow down your orgasms approach, you were far too pretty on the edge to not revel in. 

“We’re strangers who had sex one time, I don't think we should be doing this on a consistent basis.” You hissed just trying to chase your release. It was right there in front of you. 

“We’re strangers who had sex four times in one night.” Jake made sure to correct you as he looked up from his place between your thighs as your arousal coated his chin. “Four times.” He repeated as he showed you four of his digits, two of which glistened in the warmth of the sun's glow and left you feeling empty for a few moments. “Let's not get picky about labels here, Siren.” 

“Will you just give me a damn orgasm already!” Jake smirked as he watched the frustration build inside you. “How irritating can one person be!” You groaned as Jake went back to what he started and hell, it didn't take you long to get right back to where you’d been. “Oh god!” 

“Come on Siren, let go.” Love has all sorts of boundaries. “Let go for me sweetheart.” We know this. We knock them down, build them back up and knock them down again over and over and over again. But does it have to be that way? Can’t we learn, can't we be brave? Can’t we believe because that's all we need? A little courage, a little hope, a little belief. 

“Ohhhh fuughh–” It was blinding, the stars the feeling of pure and utter ecstasy “Jake–!” The way you moaned his name out loud had Jake wanting to cum against the bedsheets. “Oh my god–yes!” His name echoed off the hotel walls and Jake had never heard a prettier sound. “Jake! Jake Jake Jake Jake Jake–ohhhh god.” Your body trembled as you came on his tongue, your core dripped right into his mouth as he ate you until his cravings were satisfied. 

“You’re a vision.” Jake sighed as he crawled up your naked body and let you taste yourself on his lips as you wrapped him up in your arms. “Please don't go cold turkey on us, I could get used to this.” 

“I like men who beg.” You admitted confidently with enough conviction in your tone to have Jake believe you immediately. 

“Does that mean Roosters a begging man?” Jake asked as you rolled him over onto his back, he let you manhandle him till you were straddling his waist. “Because that kinda turns me on just a little bit.” 

“Do you swing both ways?” You asked as you rolled your hips and moved your dripping sex across Jake's hardened length as his hands helped to guide your hips. Rocking you slowly to build the friction he desired. 

“Sexual orientation is just an artificial construct.” Maybe there are no boundaries to love if we choose not to see them. 

“So is marriage, so it seems.” You teased as you sunk down on Jakes length and reveled in the way his mouth opened with pure joy. His eyes ignited with a light so bright you, for just a brief moment, loved the colour green so much it nearly became your favourite. “Love your dick.” 

“Let's make it five times–” Maybe love is unlimited if we’re just brave enough to decide love is limitless. And maybe, just maybe, there's enough love for everyone. In all kinds of constructs. Including but not limited to strangers who have sex to fill hopeless voids of self pity and doubt.   

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“How's the nose?” Kaite asked the second Bradley had come down the stairs of the home they still shared. It wasn't there, they rented, but they were both still very much on the lease. “Can you still breathe?” 

“Unfortunately.” Bradley sighed under his breath as he rounded the corner into the kitchen where his wife stood making herself a cup of coffee. “Why do you care so much about my nose?” 

“I don't care about your nose.” Katie made herself clear as she stirred the two heaped teaspoons of sugar into her mug. Bradley hoped her teeth would all fall out because of it. He also thought maybe, just maybe, he’d switch out the sugar for salt just to see her annoyed. He wasn't a bad person, he just didn't love his cheating wife. “I care about the fact you made a fool out of me in front of ev–” Before Katie could even finish her sentence Bradley was erupting into a boisterous laugh right there in the kitchen. 

“You care I punched Seresin? That I made a fool out of you?” Bradley had to repeat it all just so that had the right picture. “Last time I fucking checked I’m the one whos walking around like some sad kicked puppy who took his adulteress wife back, kinda feel like I’m the fool, not you.” 

“Do you think that little whore of yours went back into the Hard Deck and got to know Hangman a little more?” Katie replied as calmly as she could. “Or do you think she just went home and cried herself to sleep over the fact you broke her precious heart?” 

“You’re unbelievable, you know that right?” Bradley hissed through gritted teeth. “You are the bane of my fuckign existence!!” 

“I may be unbelievable but I'm not the one who's gonna lose her career.” Katie snickered like your career meant nothing, everything you’d worked so hard for, to achieve, meant nothing to her. “And I’ve been thinking, I want you to start trying more, I want you to start acting like you love me–” 

“The navy doesn't pay me enough to act–”

“But my dad will.” 

“What?” Bradley scoffed. “What the hell are you talking about?” This was once the woman Bradley thought he’d spent the rest of his life with, now not a day went past he didn’t think of the days where he woke up next to you. 

“I want a baby Bradley.” Katie said the one thing that made Bradley want to throw up. He couldn't keep doing this, he couldn't create a life with a woman who he didn’t love or like enough to raise a child he didn't want. “And you’re gonna give me one whether you like it or not.” 

“Are you truly fucking demented Katie!?” Bradley shouted across the kitchen so loud it hurt his sinuses. “We aren't having a baby!” It sounded crazy to even say. “I won't, I'm not doing this anymore.” He scoffed and tried to leave, but Katie grabbed at his wrist. “Let go of me you crazy bitch!” 

“I swear to god if you leave Bradley I'll take everything from that girl. Do you understand me?” Katie spat venom his way and immediately Bradley froze. “She will have nothing, no job, no benefits, no income, no one to love her and not only that but I will take everything you have until you are the shell of the man you once were.” 

“Why are you doing this to me?” All Bradley ever wanted was the love his parents had. He thought he had it once, but love held bounds he couldn't forgive. “Why? Why not just take everything I have, everything I am and let me move on?” It was a justified question, why did Katie need to punish you? You hadnt done anything wrong. “I’ll give you everything I have just stop bringing Y/n into this! She’s done nothing!” 

“Because she's the only reason you won't leave and I don't want to lose you because I messed up.” The crocodile tears were the worst part, no matter how many Katie shed Bradley never felt an ounce of remorse for her. She had made her bed and at the end of the day Bradley believed she should lie in it. But he wasn't going to lay with her.  “I love you, Bradley.” Katie cried as she stepped close to him, Bradley remained still, hoping that if he didn’t move she wouldn't see him. “I want to start a family with you, we aren't getting any younger and trust me, that girl you’re convinced you’re in love with isn’t in love with you, I have on good authority that she left the bar with someone last night.” 

“Please don't say it.” Bradley begged, if he knew he knew. He couldn't tell himself it was all in his head. If he knew what you did or more importantly who you did he couldn't forget it. He couldn't undo what had been done once it had been spoken into the universe. “Katie, please, don't say it.” 

Kaite Bradshaw reached out to touch her husband's cheek as she chuckled under her breath. He was truly a broke man. 

“She fucked him honey.” She cooed like it wasn't a knife through Bradley's heart. All this time he’d been protecting you hoping that one day you'd see it was all worth it. That he was worth it, that you were worth suffering for. “Well, Bob said that they were fucking in the bathroom but who knows who fucked who and if they fucked once they left together.” Katie shrugged as she tapped Bradleys cheek three times before she turned on her heels. “I love you, got it?” She spoke with venom in her words. “I am the best you're getting Bradley, me, your wife, and we’re trying for a baby so next time, when we’re out in public? Act like we are or so help me god i'll make your life a living hell." It was then in the heat of the moment that Kaite Bradshaw reached out to slap Bradleys cheek, with force. The force was so harsh to made Bradley turn his neck, it made him question his life, his entire existence and purpose on earth. 

Bradley knew about the concept of blackmail, truly he did. But he never thought he'd end up in an abusive relationship that he couldn't get out of without the  woman he thought he loved getting hurt in the crossfire. Love didn't hurt like this with you, nothing hurt with you. 

“Tell me you love me.” Katie sounded like she ordered Bradley to speak, he did on command like a beaten down dog scared of the consequences that would follow if he didn’t.

“I love you.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I love you.” 

“Put a baby in me?” Bradley thought about your smile, how infectious it was. He thought about your laugh and how no matter where you were on base he swore he could hear it always. He thought about everything that made you good and pure and he knew he couldn't be involved in ruining your life. He wouldn't let his wife do that to you. He couldn't do that to you, he had a choice to keep you safe and in doing so he was drowning, he was going under in a sea full of hopelessness and depression. But at least you were happy, that was the only thing that mattered to Bradley Bradshaw. 

Even if it was the man who had taken everything from him that was making you happy and not him. 

“Anything for you dear.” Bradley choked back his tears when Katie smiled back at him and reached out for his hand, guiding him back up the stairs. “Anything for you.” All Bradley could think about as he walked up the stairs towards the very bedroom he hadnt set foot in since his wife had come back was you. All the stars shined bright around you and only you. You were the sun and moon to Bradley, the gates of heaven opened whenever you spoke and he was just happy to walk the same earth you did. So he’d do this, he’d live in his own version of hell to keep you happy, to keep you safe, to keep you from being forced to give up the one thing you loved more than life itself, flying. 

“I love you Baby.” Katie cooed as she wrapped her arms up around Bradleys neck and brought him down for a kiss. “Never forget how much I love you.” She didn't love him, this wasn’t love, this was blackmail, this was abusive, this was mental manipulation. 

“Did you say that to Jake too?” Bradley snarled as he gripped Katies waist. She just smirked, she knew she had broken her husband beyond repair. Even you wouldn't be able to put him back together, not when Jake was busy keeping you occupied and distracted. 

“I still do.” 

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kites : final part

pairing: kim minji x fem! reader

summary: both you and minji both decide to run for class president in order to prove one another on who's the brightest but it also happens to be the exact time a certain someone decides that her silly heart beats for the other

category: enemies-to-lovers(ish), high school au

genre: slow burn (?), fluff, and angst tiny amount or not

warnings: competitive and jealousy, an extreme amount of making you feel single ;-;

a/n: be sure to check out p.1 and p.2 of kites

you can't comprehend everything that is happening right now.

"congrats, i kind of figured you were going to win after that speech." jungwon holds out his hand, asking for a handshake.

staring down at his hand, you reach out to shake back. "thanks."

"you too, minji."

the taller girl besides you beam out a smile at the cat-eyed male. "thank you, jungwon."

minji swears she has to be on cloud 9 and the gods from above decided to grant her prayers because how in the hell did she manage to be vice-pres alongside you?

"well class, from now on, y/n and minji will be your leaders." ms. ahn excitedly says, cleaning up the papers used for voting. "i know we planned to have this during the last hour of the day but it's a beautiful day out, how about we end the day early?"

the class cheers in unison, leaving you to let out a smile at their excitement.

from your peripheral eyes, you could notice someone's gaze on you.

you know who it is, you just didn't want to face the girl who kissed you and confessed that it was a mistake.

"y/n, can we talk? please?"

however, much to minji's dismay, you walk off to where rei is waiting for you with your backpack in her hand.

minji knows she deserves the silence treatment from, it was always like that for the both of you.

why did her mind and actions work differently from one another?

with a heavy seldom over her shoulders, minji trudges back to her seat to grab her backpack and leave. all she wants to do is go home and cry in her bed from feeling like the worst person on this planet.

how dare she kissed you like that without your permission?

"since you won vice-pres, do you want to celebrate with the girls for some ice cream?" hanni suggests, wiggling her eyebrows in an attempt for the older to give in.

minji could only just stare at her australian friend in return.

"what?"

to take her mind off of you things, minji agrees to go out for ice cream. (only because hanni offered to pay).

"are you okay?" wonyoung asks you, grabbing the attention of rei and jiwon also.

you nod unsure, confused on why she's asking you this. "why wouldn't i be?"

"you're quiet today." the taller female furrows her brows, analyzing how you're acting. "i would assume that you'd be jumping in the air while not shutting up about winning and beating minji."

at that name, you can't help but to scoff.

kim minji.

that name somehow infuriates you even more.

"is everything okay?" jiwon asks, stopping your hand from fisting into a ball. "did she do something to you?"

rei tilts her head, from what she noticed and examined in home room earlier was confusing to her too. she thought minji and you were okay, considering the fact minji's speech was about you. everyone in that room noticed a sudden change in the relationship. (everyone, but you)

"she did something and ran from it." you softly say, walking into the ice cream shop.

"huh?" wonyoung's expression makes rei and jiwon laugh.

rei slams the taller's mouth by pushing up the chin. "close your mouth, you'd get a bug in there."

jiwon shakes her head from their antics, following you into the ice cream shop.

it's as if the day wasn't already bad.

of course; you would end up at the same ice cream shop as kim minji.

directly making eye contact with her across the room, you stare straight on as she chokes back on her ice cream and direct her gaze upon something else.

god, this has to be a joke.

how could she sit there and eat ice cream when she kissed you and clearly explained that it was a mistake.

"geez, it's really packed here." jiwon scans the place, seeing a few familiar faces from school.

"yeah, it is..."

on the other hand, hanni looks up from her ice cream (which she desperately tried protecting from hyein's "grubby" fingers) and right away, she spots you across the room.

"hey! y/n is here." the vietnamese-australian excitedly exclaims. "we should invite her over-"

minji immediately shakes her head no. "-uh, i don't think that's a good idea."

"why?" danielle asks, tilting her head to the side which earns a soft smile from haerin. "i thought you wanted to be friends with her?"

the older can't bring herself to say anything.

hyein hums in agreement. "we're all closer to her than you. i don't even see her as much as you all!"

"well, they're rivals." haerin chirps in the conversation.

'THANK YOU, HAERIN!' minji mentally says.

"whatever, i'm inviting her." hanni rolls her eyes, bringing her arm up in the air to wave over at you while minji's eyes widens and she panics, trying to push down the other's arm.

"y/n! y/n! y/n!"

at your name being called, you look around to see an excited girl across the room waving at you intensely.

with a smile forming on your face from your friend's antics, you wave back brightly while mouthing the word "hi."

"come sit with us! we have plenty of seats for wonyoung, rei, jiwon, and you!"

honestly, both you and minji did not know how it came down to this...

there were many seats available for you to choose from, with the intent of both of you ABSOLUTELY trying your very hardest to not sit anywhere near the other.

and yet, you ended up right besides her...

"i'll go order some ice cream for us." wonyoung sets her purse down, taking her wallet out and getting ready to leave her seat.

whatwhatwhatwhat?

"i'll do it!" you exclaim, jumping up instantly before you can think about anything else.

your best friend stares at you weirdly. "but you INSISTED on me paying for us this time."

"that's okay! you can pay me back next time." you smile it off, already feeling your eye twitch at the thought of your sad bank account.

wonyoung shrugs, sitting down in content of her bank account being healthy.

"rainbow sherbet for rei and mint-chocolate for jiwon and wony." you stand up out of your seat, ready to leave and take a mental breather.

all your best friends nod happily.

"and almond for your honey?" hanni asks with her mouth full of ice cream as she tugs on the sleeves of your cardigan uniform.

you giggle as you nod, reaching your hand to pet the shorter's head.

minji squints at your hand petting the top of hanni's head, she can't help but to ball her fist at the sight. she knows she'll regret this and she's sure you'll definitely will hate her; if not more.

"i'll go with you, y/n."

everyone at the table stops chattering with one another, snapping their heads over to you two with curious ears. all are wondering what you're going to say, even hyein is intrigued.

with pressure on you, all you let out is a slight nod before walking off to the ice cream bar with minji following closely behind you.

great; a long line to wait in. WITH MINJI

all you have to is ignore her. not too hard, right?

"can we please talk, y/n?" minji's voice sounds eager, wanting to be heard. "i have so much to tell you."

sighing internally, you cross your arms while turning your body a little towards her. "what, kim?"

the older tries not to show her evident disappointment upon you calling her by her surname. "for everything."

"like what? tampering with my campaign posters? or trying to play with my mind with your games? kissing me and saying it was a mistake?"

minji can only gulp in the suffocating air around her, her heart beating very seriously and clearly loud for her to even hear her own thoughts.

"see? you can't even say anything, kim!" you roll your eyes, exasperated while letting out a scoff before turning away from her.

talking to minji feels like you're talking to a wall. it's suffocating to you.

you just want to go back to your own ways where you two barely glance at one another.

"it wasn't a mistake." minji admits, nervous at what you will respond with.

you bring your head to look over at her.

"i want to be friends with you, y/n."

friends.

you want to laugh right now.

"you kiss the people you want to be friends with?" you let out a dry laugh, moving up the line with the taller following you behind closely. "i'm sorry but i can't be friends with people who does one thing and means another."

minji DOES want to tell you. of everything!

from when she realized her feelings for you, to how a small glance at your pretty face makes her stomach suddenly attract butterflies and how maybe, all along, she was always in love with you.

but how come she can't bring herself into telling you the truth?

before she could come up with a respond, you're already out of her sight and up ordering.

"pay attention, noona!"

she internally panics, awkwardly bowing at the middle school kids behind her and catching up to you.

"hi, could i have one scoop of rainbow sherbet, two scoops of mint chocolate chip, one scoop of almond bongbong, and two scoops of NY cheesecake?" you politely ask the ice cream scooper while getting your debit card ready until you feel her hand stopping you.

"i got it." minji gently says, taking out her debit card.

the ice cream scooper makes a weird smile, continuously darting their eyes between you and minji. "that'd be $13.79."

before you could hand the card over, minji shoves her debit card in the scooper's hands.

"let me at least do that for you, hm?" the vice-president asks.

you can't help but to let out a defeated nod as you watch the scooper already started to insert the taller's card into the chip reader.

"thanks for paying." you look down at the tray full of ice cream, ready to grab it but minji has already beaten you to it.

retracing your hands away, you can't help but to mentally curse at how your ears suddenly starts burning up at the mere contact you just made with the older.

minji couldn't stop flushing either (you don't notice).

"um, i got it." she awkwardly states, clearing her throat after.

"thanks."

this is all her fault.

god, you probably hate her guts way more than you ever did.

"they're probably waiting for us." you call, motioning at the peering eyes from your friends as you let out a smile.

the taller couldn't help but to giggle a bit at the girls, shortly letting out a nod after. "right after you."

a slight nod is your response, turning away on your heels and returning towards the table.

all things suddenly goes wrong when out from thin air, two small toddlers playing the game of 'tag' bumps into the taller female and a loud scatter creeps up behind you, causing you to abruptly turn around.

"oh my god, minji!" you yell, concern in your voice at the sight of minji on the ground as you rush towards her.

everyone else at the table gasp, hands over their mouths as they don't know what to do.

"i think y/n has it." haerin reassures the girls at the tables, however, a little glint is sitting in her eyes and she's almost 100% positive that everything will be figured out between the two of you.

minji groans loudly, almost sounding like a middle-aged man as she tries to get up from the floor. unfortunately, the floor isn't on her side today and attempts to make a fool out of minji.

fortunately, you rushed over just in time to catch ahold of the other's arm.

"are you alright?" you ask, concern evident in your voice as your eyebrows are furrowed.

so pretty is all that minji is able to think about right now.

you blink confusedly at the silence between you two. "hello? kim? you good?"

"it just turned 5:45." she mumbles.

"huh?"

the taller's eyes widen, finally coming to her senses as she rushes out of your hold, clearing her throat after and crouching over the floor to clean up the mess.

"they got it." you motioned towards the janitor and a few staff rushing in.

minji looks behind, grimacing shortly in embarrassment in front of you before turning back to face you fully with a small but short smile.

"let's get you cleaned up." placing your hand out, you patiently wait for the older to take your hand.

minji thinks she's dreaming. if all it took to be able to hold your hand was to make a fool out of herself, she'll do it all over again.

so she stares, in excitement yet in confusion as well.

"oh. sorry." apologizing, prompting you to pull your hand back in embarrassment to which the other grabs your hand fairly quickly before you could even bring it back.

the black haired pulls herself up, her hold on your hand fairly tight.

"this is very much embarrassing." she mumbles under her breath, upset at herself for looking like a complete idiot in front of the girl she has feelings for. (she does however, give credit to the universe for allowing her to hold your hand).

you rub the back of her hand in response before dragging her to the restroom.

"you go ahead and do what you need to, i think i have a spare jacket in my backpack." you assure her gently, letting go of the older's hand and ready to turn on your heels to quickly grab your jacket.

"WAIT!" minji exclaims, pulling you back. "i need to say this now before i end up not getting the chance too."

what in the world-

you can only stare, getting a little too lost in her eyes and well some splattered mint choco.

"i know you already hate me and this may make you hate me more." minji nervously feels her voice already wanting to give out at the anxiousness. "but recently, i came to terms with myself and my emotions and i just wanted to let you know that i really like you."

is this for real?

"none of this is a game, y/n." the taller looks down on you, her hand still gripping your wrist. "5:45 pm."

your eyebrows furrow in confusion at the random time spoken.

"that was the time when i confirmed that i am in love with you."

"i-"

minji panics slightly. "-of course you don't have to answer back now! i can wait for as long as-"

wiping ice cream off her nose, you giggle at her. "we can talk more about us after we get you cleaned up, yeah?"

"i wonder what's taking them long?" jiwon asks, concern clouding over her ray of thoughts.

rei shrugs, stealing some of danielle's and haerin's ice cream. "probably making out."

"gross!" hyein covers her ears.

your eyes trail over your name on the exam scores, noticing that it's tied with another name.

"geez, i should've first place." minji mutters jokingly, coming up from behind you as she rests her chin on your shoulder.

hanni stares, blinking to process everything and once she ties two-and-two together, her mouth drops in an instant.

"MINJI AND Y/N ARE A COUPLE!" she yells, grabbing everyone's attention.

"we weren't even hiding it, bro!"

turning around, you place a quick peck on the other's lips. "looks like we're still on for another year, huh?"

minji nods, trying to lean in for another kiss. "yep and i'm definitely going to get the top score."

"not if i do first, kim." you tease, breaking away from her hold.

minji shuts her eyes in exhaustion, knowing she's going to have to chase you around. "kang y/n!"

"they're already becoming an eyesore to look at." rei shakes her head.

wonyoung smiles brightly. "i always knew there was a spark between them."

"agreed." haerin pulls up besides them.

hanni rolls her eyes in envy. "so what? i'm the only single one in this group?"

minji hums softly, breaking from kiss as she rests her forehead against yours. "you know, i always like to think kites represents us."

"why is that?" you ask in a whisper, looking down at the pink butterfly kite the both of you just purchased as a reward for finishing all exams.

the older smiles with adoration. "you were helping those boys reach for their kite that one night. it kind of started my infatuation with you."

"hmm, is that so?"

minji shrugs, leaning her chin on your shoulder as she wraps her arms around your waist. "more like it made me recognize that i've always been infatuated with you."

"that sounds more like it." you glimmer.

getting off your girlfriend's lap, you grab the pink kite. "fly this with me?"

"you don't even have to ask, sweetie."

AHHH!!!...well, kites has officially finished! thank you all for reading! hope you all enjoyed this as much as i did :)

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

HAPPY 500 BABE!! stewy smut with 23 perhaps?!

Fully Clothed.

23. "Good girl." / "Perfect girl."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested in sending a request!! always happy when i get a stewy request - thank you anon for sending this in and for being so sweet <3

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! sexual content and cursing.

Word Count - 881

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

"Come in."

You enter the office to be met with the sight of Stewy Hosseini with his head in his hands, hair messy where he's been running his fingers through it.

"You okay?" you ask tentatively.

Stewy just sighs in response.

It's no secret that he has a reputation for being one of the calmest men in the business. He never gets angry, rarely gets upset - he approaches every deal with a level head, and an almost irritating amount of confidence. You can count on one hand the number of times you've seen him genuinely stressed.

This must be bad.

"I just wanted to see if you needed anything," you press. You take a step further into the office, bringing yourself into his eyeline.

Stewy checks his watch and looks at you with wide eyes.

"You were supposed to go home two hours ago. What are you still doing here?"

Shit. You didn't think he'd notice.

"I... uh - I know that you're stressed about this deal, and... I didn't think it was fair to leave you here alone. Thought you might want a familiar face around, maybe," you say quietly.

"See, this is why I bought you that mug for Christmas," he jokes.

Your present from him had been a mug with the slogan 'World's Best Assistant' written in bright red letters. You loved it.

You laugh, and the sound releases some of the tension from his shoulders.

"Do you need anything?" you ask again, eager to do your job and make his life a little easier.

"Yeah, actually. Can you shut those blinds?"

He nods to the big windows next to the door that look out onto the floor of empty desks, everyone else having gone home.

"Of course," you reply, moving to do as he asked. Once they're shut, he moves his chair back slightly, creating space between him and the desk he was previously sat behind.

"Come here," he murmurs.

He says it quietly, so as not to startle you, but you hear it clear as day. You approach him carefully, moving to stand between his spread legs. He looks up at you with mischievous eyes.

He pats his thighs, signalling for you to sit down. When he sees you hesitate, he reaches for your hips, pulling you towards him gently.

"Sit with me, pretty girl."

You throw your inhibitions out the window, and move so you're straddling him on his big leather chair.

"Other way," he commands, but the scent and warmth of him is making you dizzy. You can't quite comprehend what he's telling you.

"Huh?"

"You fucked out already, honey? I haven't even touched you yet," he teases.

He pushes you off him, and pulls you back down so your back is against his chest. He moves your thighs so they're spread open by his. He rolls his hips upwards, and you can feel him hot and hard against your ass. It makes you whine, and he chuckles at the sound.

Stewy dances his fingers up the insides of your thighs, underneath your pencil skirt. When he gets to your underwear, he caresses the edges gently, avoiding where you need him most.

"Please," you whimper.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he goads, revelling in seeing you so pliant.

"Please touch me, Stewy."

"There you go," he murmurs. "Atta girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

With that, he pulls your underwear to the side and runs his fingers through your slick.

"Fuck," he groans. "This all for me, sweet girl?"

"Yes," you moan, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder. He kisses your temple and inhales the scent of your shampoo. Yep, he's fucked.

He decides to take mercy on you, watching you writhe in his lap. He pushes two fingers into you, groaning and rolling his hips when he feels how warm you are.

You sigh in relief, canting your hips up to meet his fingers. He starts to work up a steady rhythm, curling his fingers on every upstroke. He knows when he's found the spot, because the moan you let out is pornographic. He's suddenly glad the office is empty.

"Right there?" he murmurs into your ear, breath warm on your cheek.

"Yes," you whine. "Yes, yes, please."

"You're filthy, you know that? Letting me finger fuck you in my office, both of us fully clothed."

You whimper, and Stewy speeds up his fingers, moving his thumb to circle your clit in tandem with his strokes.

"There we go," he mutters. "I can feel it, pretty girl. Give it to me. Let me have it."

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out as you reach your high. Your back arches up and away from him, but he pulls you back with a strong arm wrapped around your front.

"Good girl," he groans. "Perfect girl. So good for me."

He lets you ride out your climax before pulling out his fingers and shoving them straight into his mouth.

You moan at the sight, and he winks cheekily.

"Come on, pretty girl," he murmurs. "Let's get you home."

You look at him questioningly, and he understands without you having to say the words.

"My home," he clarifies. "Now that I've had a taste of you, I'm never gonna get enough, honey."

stewy tag list -

@justacaliforniandreamer

@616wilsons

@isuspectitwasthenargles

[ruumirmir]

playing wuwa rn and-

spoilers under cut

Yangyang my princess girl wife you are so softspoken and beautiful and pretty with big tiddies and an ethereal glimmer in your eyes I love you

Okay bro I see you . Zesty ass smirk and full of schemes.

But also a fakeass evil villain . Bisexual Whore. I saw those ouppy eyes. Your honor i need him sandwiched between both rovers. for science.

Same dude that tried to kill me 2 seconds ago ^^ Also its literally the werewolf tearing it's shirt open meme. Monster fuckers (me) were probably having the time of our lives. Wdym he transforms into a hot goat devil and tries to fight and scare me at the same time makes sexually charged remarks at me like shut up you want me so badly Literally Everyone wants rover but scar wants them in ways you can't even comprehend

And also Thank you wuwa for having a brutal combat mechanics I fucking love killing stuff

Also: Yuri………

Fellas is it gay to pin down a stalker who’s obsessed with you to the floor and shove a sword at their neck while your massive tits hang right over her face

I’m sorry the SHEER AMOUNT of pov shots we got of BOTH rover and camellya Giggling crying blushing kicking my feet when Rover is above me and camellya is below me I'm laughing so hard this is literally just bisexual simulator Wdym rover has two different versions of the same yandere I WANT BOTH SCAR AND CAMELLYA SO THEY CAN CATFIGHT OVER WHO GETS TO BE BONED BY ROVER FIRST Me and the two deranged stalkers that are obsessed with me for reasons not discernible but they want me carnally and aren't willing to share

Anyways . Love wuwa . My game crashes perhaps thrice every hour but peak combat gaming 👍 Saving indefinitely for scar, my deranged pookie . Honorable mention: Jiyan is very boyfriend husband thank you for listening.

[prettypinkreverie]

BABY FEVER !!

levi ackerman × fem!reader

contains. established relationship (married), slight/short smut, creampies, hint at marathon sex, slight breeding kink if you squint

random levi brainrot jsjsjsjsjs

levi ackerman and children are two elements that just don't go together. the stern man that is obsessed with a squeaky clean area, along with his usual scowls of brat to anyone and everyone doesn't really make people view as someone who would be fond of children.

he wasn't. but his wife was.

“—'v-vi! h-hah!” moans and groans filled your bedroom. the loup claps of your sweaty bodies, the squeaking of the bed, and the hot atmosphere of your blissful lovemaking makes him lightheaded.

“t-too much, 'vi… too much—ah!”

levi can't even comprehend what you're saying anymore. the only thing that comes to his mind as he thrusts his cock deeper into you, occasionally reaching the entrance to your cervix, is cum, cum, cum inside you. some of his seed even dripping down your thighs from the sheer amount of his previous orgasms.

levi ackerman and children are two elements that just don't go together—but his wife and children? oh, that just seems like peanut butter and jelly. they just seem to be there to co-exist with each other.

at first, the ackerman was hesitant in hearing you out when you first mentioned the idea. the thought of having kids with his wife being both scary and adorable to him. to him, children with you were a blessing—but he was a soldier first and foremost, which meant that him dying was a very possible possibility.

he didn't want to put his wife and his future children under the danger and potential pain of his death. he didn't want his children to go through the horror of losing their father. not when their whole world continues to live the fear of the walls falling down and being consumed by titans.

but then again, the thought of creating an organism that contained both of your feature—a small being that contained even a single thing about you that made you you and a single thing about him that him him made him feel like the small hope he had in his heart for victory more prominent. it gave him more reason to keep going.

and he decided that night, that okay—he'll give you what you wanted. he'll give you a child.

and despite the dangers of even bearing one inside your womb, he'll protect them. protect you. so that if freedom really was in reach, he'll live a happy life with you and your children together.

one day, he promises to himself. one final thrust, and his load shoots inside you again. a long groan coming from him as his glops of his cum dribble down from your cunt to the bed sheets.

levi ackerman and children are two elements that truly don't go together. his resting stern look, his temper, and his little to no capability to handle children—but he was willing to try. to be a father in the middle of a world of chaos. for his wife, for you.

[enviedear]

this is an anakin request because i’m hyper fixating over him coming back in ashoka (spoiler alert)!

i was wondering if you would be down to write a fic based around friends to lovers. but like there is a whole admission thing brought on by jealousy.

backstory: reader & anakin trained together under obi-wan in the jedi temple, growing close as friends. but then he sees padme again and falls in love, when the reader is already in love with him. and when he says he’s gonna marry padme, reader looses it and admits their feelings.

i’m sorry this is so long & so specific but it’s been rotting in my brain

ily x

this ask really spoke to me as a certified jealous girl

okay so i'm not sure if this is perfect but i had a vision and went with it, so i hope you like it <3 this is angsty, so warnings for that. and also warning that reader is a jealous jealous jealous girl.

wc— 0.8k |tw— anger, jealousy, running away from your problems, unresolved ending, delulu reader <3

aggravation flares throughout the entirety of your being at the sight before you. anakin, your anakin, with his arms around Senator amidala.

he had mentioned her, far more than any normal amount, in the days leading up to seeing her again. and it wasn't such a bother at first.

you'd laugh off his worried nature at the idea of her presence. you'd ignore how loud his thoughts were whenever she was brought up. you had thought it nothing more than a crush, an interest, an idea.

he didn't even know her. not like you knew him.

and yet, here they were in a passionate embrace, completely immersed in each other and oblivious to your presence.

you clear your throat and watch them stumble away from eachother. anakin's eyes slowly meet yours for a split second and before he has the chance to explain himself, you're darting away.

fury. that's what you feel. seeing him cling onto her in the way you've ached desperately for him to want you, is torturous. you can't decide who deserves more of your wrath— yourself, for being foolishly devoted to a fellow jedi, or anakin, for not comprehending your obvious feelings.

as you run, you can feel him trailing you, can hear him calling out for you— but you continue to run. trying to find anywhere to hide in the damned naboo retreat.

you take a sharp left turn, only to be confronted with his towering figure.

"go away." your voice is dripping with vitrol.

anakin disregards your plea, instead grasping hold of your arm and yanking you into an isolated hallway, "please, y/n, don't be mad at me. i can't help it, i love her."

you fight against him and wrench your arm away from him, "you're insolent, skywalker. you don't love her. you just like to break rules."

he takes a step away from you in shock, "why are you being this way?" when you don't reply, he continues, "i know it's wrong but i do love her. i plan to marry her, here. i wanted you there— i want you to be there."

his words pierce through your soul like shards of glass, shattering your sanity until nothing remains but fragments of pain and anguish.

"marry her?" you can barely get the words out, suddenly feeling breathless.

your anger has evolved into something much worse – something injured and broken apart irrevocably.

anakin nods, his eyes softening as he looks at you. "yes, i love her that much," he says, almost pleading with you to understand.

you feel a pang in your chest as his words sink in. of course anakin was going to fall for someone; how could you ever expect him not to? but you so desperately wanted it to be you.

"i won't be there," you say, barely above a whisper. "i'm sorry."

anakin's face falls and it takes all of your willpower not to reach out and touch him, the way you're so used to. it would only make things worse.

"why?" he questions, eyes searching your own.

"because i—" you trail off for a moment before continuing more forcefully, "because i can't watch the person i love marry someone else."

it feels too real, admitting those feelings out loud to him. hearing yourself verbalize something that has been buried away for years. from the mind of the young girl who used to go easy on him when sparring, to the women in front of him today.

anakin's face falls and a heavy silence stretches between them, until he finally speaks again, voice laced with tenderness. "i didn't know, y/n."

you can feel the tears welling in your eyes but you bite them back and force out a bitter laugh, "of course you didn't," it's all you can say.

you turn away, unable to bear looking upon him anymore. you struggle against your emotions, trying to keep them at bay. how hard it is being so close to something that you can never have.

"i'm sorry," he says softly, his hand hovering over your shoulder before dropping back down. "i didn't mean for it to come out this way."

you close your eyes and let out a deep breath. "it's fine," you say, though there's no conviction in your voice.

anakin steps closer once more and takes hold of your hands gently in his own. you can feel the warmth radiating off him as he speaks.

"but i want you to know that you'll always be important to me y/n." he pauses for a moment before continuing with renewed determination. "and if things were different…if i got to choose who i loved…" his gaze meets yours intensely, locking onto them like iron bars holding fastened shut on an unbreakable door.

you let him give your hands a squeeze before pulling away, "but you can't, believe me, i understand."

and with that you turn from him, leaving him alone.

[felikatze]

right so. when replaying rejuv for v13.5. i'm literally only on ch9 rn and forgot most of endgame but i'm having thoughts that the interceptor has wayyy more characterization than before.

like i've pondered "is the interceptor a direct player stand-in or their own distinct entity?" before but replaying made me really im favor of the latter

and i think that. the kind of core defining moment of the interceptor as a Person. is always grief. The moment that made them a person is grief.

spoilers for like, mooost of the game, maybe? primarily up to blacksteeple and terajuma though

a lot of waffling without much point other than "i love silent protagonists and unconventional explorations of personhood a lot"

So. the first time control is REALLY taken from the player's hands in how the protag FEELS is. melia's "death". because no matter how you play, the interceptor was stuck in depression for a week and just staring at a wall until they had enough energy to finally set out again in melia's name.

and, really, the FIRST thing they are defined by as a character is the loss of their mother. when the oceana sinks, the protag is the only person left, and the motivation of the pokemon journey for them amounts to "do ANYTHING to fill the void, and maybe find out what happened to mom in the meantime." They miss their mom! A lot!

Blacksteeple is of course the point where this gets even worse. When Nancy dies for them, they're catatonic again. And after that, so much of them is defined by the grief of her sacrifice. Like the optional encounter with a Nancy ghost in Amethyst Cave, right at the top of it, when the interceptor's first brush with grief came in its depths. "Why do I feel this way?" they can't comprehend the emotion they're defined by.

Even before they got a journal to snark around in, sidequests that gave them the occasional line of actual dialogue, the interceptor has always grieved, and they do not want to grieve again.

Like. Okay. The A-Gang, right? Wasn't it that they allowed the interceptor to use their souls because they were tired? this terrible catastrophe happened to them. they're all dead and gone, their home is destroyed, they just... cant go on anymore. their grief destroyed them.

in a way, the interceptor is made to grieve. and they are made to move on, again and again and again.

[mymarifae]

i just want to share my thoughts about akito and Death. because even now—even off the back of an event like burn my soul—people STILL talk about him like he's an explicitly depressed, suicidal character whose every action is cause for concern.

i think the idea that akito is suicidal has been floating around for a very long time. and while it's not entirely without merit (more on this in a bit), it's still a misconception. and it really feels like kashika exacerbated the issue. which is unfortunate! it's sad to see such a beautiful song be misinterpreted like this.

now don't get me wrong! kashika is about death. but two things:

1. kashika may have been written for akito, but it's not just for him. it's also deeply personal to ryo haruka. there are certainly similarities and haruryo undoubtedly understood everything akito felt during the events that led up to the crawl green incident, but i don't think it's entirely fair to equate his very real emotions and struggles to those of a fictional character. he and akito share kashika! you can interpret it through either lens, but trying to do so through both is where things start getting messy

2. whiiiiich leads me to my second point. who decided that the only way to interpret kashika and its themes of death is literally?

i think it's pretty common for people to automatically interpret any themes of death literally—or at least very negatively. we're naturally conditioned to fear death, and then we're taught to fear it even more. it's the change. it's the unknown. it's the very idea of an "end." most people aren't very fond of these things! understandably so. but personally? i think the symbolism that can exist behind death is beautiful.

Death is the 13th card of the major arcana. above all else, it symbolizes change (positive change; it's always, always about what's ultimately best for you). Death tells you it's time to move forward; this part of your life is done. there is more waiting for you—new opportunities, new experiences, a brighter, more fulfilling future—but you must be prepared to let go.

the habits and routines you have now? the mindsets that have kept you alive? your current sense of self? whatever it is, whatever Death is asking for, you have to let it "die." it won't serve you anymore. it will only drag you down. and it might be terrifying and you might not be able to comprehend what lies ahead and you might want to kick and scream and struggle, but you can't cling forever. endings are never easy, and sometimes they hurt like hell, but with each end comes a new beginning.

and yes if you've read burn my soul this should all sound very familiar lol:

looking at death from this perspective, kashika and the entirety of find a way out should read a lot more like akito caught on the cusp of a monumental transformation. suspended between "life" (the old) and "death" (the new) so to speak.

up to this point he's been fueled by spite and desperation. two very intense, very negative emotions—but it's an intensity that worked. everyone else on vivid street had years of musical experience, and he had 0. he needed to catch up and he needed to catch up quickly because it's not like he could put the whole world on pause. he could take his time to learn the basics, sure, but every other vivid street musician would continue improving and growing while he did that. there would always be a gap between him and Them.

unless... he worked harder—WAY harder—than all of them combined.

and maybe that wouldn't do it either. maybe he would be stuck in place forever, always playing catch-up, always struggling to stay afloat, always being left behind. he knew this. and he knew the amount of destruction he'd end up inflicting upon himself if he went down this path. but in his mind, it was okay. it was worth it. because he'd rather die endlessly pursuing what he loves most than live not trying at all.

but in find a way out, when facing off against his old bullies, he starts to realize that he was wrong. he's not just stuck in place. he bridged the gap a long time ago, and he almost didn't even notice. and where he's going now, spite and desperation are the wrong emotions to sing from. he needs to let the unhealthy, extreme mindsets die, but also it's hard to let go of something when you would have given up a long long long LONG time ago without it.

but with time, and enough poking and prodding from ken and luka, he does it. he lets go. he lets the old parts of him die, and he passes on to the next stage of his life.

akito's character arc has always been about growth. improvement. learning. Becoming Better. and not just in a musical sense although Yes That Is A Huge Part Of It. his arc is also about his growth as a person. it's about him becoming more confident, and learning how to be kinder and more patient with both himself and other people. it's about him learning how to let his walls down and let his loved ones in. and to trust that they won't start kicking him to death once they're in there.

it's about him learning to exchange the Spite and Desperation for Passion and Love.

it's about him becoming happier.

which is why it's so fucking startling when people talk about him like he's suicidal and on the verge of a breakdown. like, woah, what?

as i said though, kashika isn't the only source of this misconception and i find more merit in the other sources because they're actual aspects of his character and scenes in the story and not song lyrics that shouldn't have been read so literally in the first place. like, yeah. we've seen a ton of unhealthy behavior out of akito. he's had a very extreme perspective on his place in the world from a super early age, and while the severity frequently gets exaggerated in fanon spaces, the shinonome household isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows.

he's been moody, he's been prickly and abrasive, he's lashed out. he keeps most people at arm's length and builds walls so high not even toya can get through them at first. he had to! he wouldn't have survived if he didn't! like, he was targeted and bullied by a group of adults when he first started singing on vivid street. that is actually a genuinely traumatizing thing to happen to a kid!

so no, i'm not against the idea that akito has experienced depression and suicidal ideation in the past. kinda comes naturally with the territory he ended up in. but that's the key word: past.

i get confused when the idea is dragged into the present. because again! the whole point of his character arc is he's overcome all that PAST adversity! recovery isn't linear but we're not about to see him hit rock bottom any time soon. or ever, actually. you know why? because we've already seen his rock bottom. stray bad dog. that event was his big breakdown moment. that's what opened him up to try to start healing.

we're not getting another stray bad dog. stop expecting another stray bad dog.

he's alright, i promise. he's growing up. he's gotten better. he knows he belongs in vivid bad squad. he knows he's loved. he knows his friends will be there to catch him when he falls. he's always been strong, but now he's even stronger. he's excited for his future, and i think we should be too.

[wri0thesley]

Gepard the kinda guy who’s like “does it feel good?” While his huge dick is just completely wrecking your insides and destroying your ability to even mildly comprehend what is happening.

cw: nsfw

His face above you is pink, glistening with a sheen of sweat, his cheeks high coloured - his hair plastered to his forehead, his breath coming out in huffs that mingle in the air with your own soft gasps and whimpers as he splits you open.

"It's okay?" Gepard is asking, his brow scrunched, his lips pursed in concentration and worry that he's hurting you. Your fingers cling to his shoulders, nails leaving crescent-moon marks upon the broad muscles and scars there. You can't quite make your tongue work to shape syllables, as Gepard's cock mercilessly bullies its way into you and carves out the shape of itself inside of you.

You make some kind of noise; a strangled moan-whimper-plea. Tears are threatening to spill from your lashline, your mouth open as you pant and whine. Your thighs are hitched about his hips, his strong hands clinging to you to keep you there.

Gepard feels like he is engulfing you; beneath him, you feel small and vulnerable and so very, very his. His face is all you can see - the blue of his piercing, lovely eyes, the look of romantic devotion that has spread over his features, the tremble of his lip when he says, again--

"Darling? I-- am I hurting you?"

You shake your head, arching your spine. You chance a glance at the small amount of space that remains between you (Gepard seems to want to press in on you at every place, and you cannot say you mind) - just enough to see that he's barely three quarters of the way in, his cock still swollen and stiff and a sizeable inch and a half peeking from beneath the thatch of golden hair at his crotch, yet to plunge inside of you and stake its claim.

"No?" There's a note of hope in his voice; he smiles at you, reaches down and presses a kiss upon your forehead, his palms sliding over your hips in a gesture of base appreciation. "Than . . . darling? Does it feel good?" In enthusiasm, he slides another inch inside of you and your breath is stolen from your lungs and you whine-wail into the ceiling, a pathetic whimpering noise of pleasure.

"Mmhmm--!" You nod your head fiercely. "G-Gepard . . . more--!"

He looks down at you with all of the adoration in the world writ tender on his face. He kisses you again, and when he speaks his voice breaks with his own desire.

You hear him push the want aside; you hear him, the gentleman always, as he concentrates on nothing but your pleasure and it makes you ache for the love of him.

"As much as you want, my love," he murmurs. "Always."

[tobiasdrake]

What are your thoughts on Ultra Instinct? I've seen stuff talking about how it's an extension of a lot of the concepts and ideas mentioned by Goku's various masters - do you agree?

Ultra Instinct is cool but also kind of weird, in that it's. Like. Okay.

Like, the premise behind Ultra Instinct is being able to move your body instinctively in reaction to incoming attacks. You don't even think about it; You just move reflexively to block, parry, or counter your foe.

This is a highly advanced martial arts technique in the real world that we call. Um. "Practicing martial arts".

Like. This is the thing that's always been missing (and still is) from Dragon Ball's martial arts: The part where the characters practice martial arts. A lot of martial arts is spent drilling down technique. Learning specific motions and specific ways of standing and such, then drilling them again and again so that, in the heat of the moment, your body will reflexively make those motions.

It's training your body to instinctively react in certain ways, because you won't have time to stop and think about where you should place your hand when a fist is coming at your nose. While there is some amount of thought that goes into where you should throw your next punch, you also have to be able to just move in the ways that your art teaches.

Ultra Instinct is just. That. But presented as a brand new super-ability that only the greatest martial artists have ever heard of. So to a certain extent, it's presenting basic information as if it were a brand new revelation. It's not entirely that, but there is a degree of that to it.

DBS has a problem with "Meet the NEW THING, it's something we were already doing but NOW IT'S NEW." DBS: Super Hero has a moment where Vegeta discovers the true nature of Jiren's power and receives praise for his superior understanding of martial arts.

You know. Because this is something Goku needed to hear. He's just a dumb brute who's only ever worked out his muscles and has no understanding of the spiritual and mental side of martial arts.

This concept, this brand new concept of releasing your energy only at the precise moment of attack, is something that Goku has never--

--absolutely never even tried to comprehend before. This is definitely a brand new ability that only Jiren's capable of, and that Vegeta understands and is able to analyze while Goku's big, stupid brute brain just can't work out.

You know how Goku is; The way he just does push-ups all day in a Gravity Chamber while Vegeta's out there masterfully honing his art and figuring out new ways of getting more versatility out of the same old techniques. Yep, that's Goku and Vegeta, alright.

But I digress. This isn't about DBS's writing quality, it's about Ultra Instinct. And. Yeah. While the way the series portrays "moving on instinct" like it's some brand new thing that these highly experienced martial artists have never comprehended before... there is some genuine super-ness to the technique.

Because it's not just drilling your body to move reflexively. It's. It's basically the Ultimate Eye.

In Fullmetal Alchemist, the character Wrath has the Ultimate Eye as his signature power. It instantly absorbs all sensory data available to him and programs his body to react optimally to whatever situation he happens to be in.

Wrath has a supremely aggressive fighting style where he is always on the attack. He's able to manage this because the Ultimate Eye is taking care of his defense; His body auto-dodges and auto-blocks all incoming attacks with only the smallest and subtlest motions necessary, allowing him to focus purely on aggression. It also lets him pull off insane moves like escaping an exploding train by running along the debris or splitting a bullet in half with his sword.

As long as he has his Ultimate Eye, Wrath is basically invincible. Not completely, and they do come up with clever ways to beat him in the end. It's possible to outfight the Ultimate Eye. It's just. It's very, very hard. A lot of people die trying.

Ultra Instinct is basically that, but as a Dragon Ball technique.

From a narrative perspective, this is a hell of a thing to give to Son Goku. It has the opposite problem from Ultra Ego, which sounds stupid and also has to lose fights so it never gets a chance to shine. Utlra Instinct, the ability to perfectly dodge all attacks forever with no limits, honestly sounds too powerful. How would Goku ever lose a fight if he could fight like Wrath?

Fullmetal Alchemist had some clever answers to that, because it wasn't a battle shonen. Wrath was a puzzle to be solved.

Son Goku is not a puzzle to be solved. And, like Vegeta, he's not allowed to win fights anymore. So his Ultra Instinct has to lose. A lot. He loses to just sorta running out of UI mana I guess.

He loses to Power Levels.

He loses to stamina.

In fact, stamina becomes its biggest drawback. It's an established feature of the form that Ultra Instinct just. Sort of. Gets shittier, the longer Goku uses it.

Oh wow, that's really convenient. That saves you from having to come up with plausible ways for the opponent to defeat UI. The form is now, by design, meant to go off and look really cool for the first bit of the fight but then fizzle out and stop being effective so the villain can win. That's not just Goku being bad at it anymore; It's baked into the concept. Even the mastered silver-hair form works like that.

Though, unlike Vegeta's Ultra Ego, Goku does get to score a cool-looking victory with the silver-haired form to show off how amazing it is when it works as intended.

I genuinely don't know why it turns his hair silver. This is not a transformation, it's a technique. I think it's supposed to signify that he's like a quasi-Angel when he's doing this. All of the Angels have white hair. But Beerus uses the technique too and his fur doesn't turn white when he's doing it.'

So I kinda get it but it also just feels like "IN STORES NOW". We haven't had a new Super Saiyan form since Blue so here ya go, a vanilla-flavored Super Saiyan.

But, point is, Ultra Instinct actually gets the big win to show off how cool it us. Uh. Before Goku immediately takes it back because he's now allowed to solve plots by being a great fighter anymore.

In fairness, this is not a Dumb DBS Goku moment. This is consistent behavior for Goku. He did this for Piccolo too. He didn't give Vegeta a Senzu but he did let him go in the hopes of fighting him again some day.

Moro's just the first villain ever to go "Hahaha sucker! Forget 'some day'. I'll get stronger and we'll fight again now!"

Which is a fun twist on Goku's favorite way of ending a fight. It's about time this bit him in the ass.

Overall, Ultra Instinct is... complicated. It's a cool idea if a bit overly proud of itself; A concept that's pretty super, but not as super as DBS thinks it is. And also a way-overpowered ability to give to Goku, resulting in it needing to be nerfed in-universe in order to preserve his ability to keep getting shitstomped by his opponent in every fight.

[angel4astraea]

𝑨𝑳𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑴'𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 & 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

alhaitham as a partner might be the most confusing thing ever. .

♡ meeting the scholar and scribe of the akademiya wound be purely be for business at first. he's not the type to linger at cafes alone or for leisure often, same with any public place; he'd rather be working, at home where he can read or doing gods know what.

♡ alhaitham isn't known for his affection or anything remotely vulnerable, that's more kaveh's thing. for him, it was his wits and stone faced expression he wears everyday without a moment to breathe. most people i assume wouldn't try to flirt or touch up on him because he'd brush it off or tell the person off.

♡ however, after meeting quite a few times, i believe he'd be open to discussing things in the evenings at a cafe he's specifically used to. anything unknown will feel unsteady and cause him to have cold feet and tight lips. drinking is off the table alongside that, he'd rather keep his brain intact when speaking to a colleague or potential business partner.

♡ i believe that if you're more of an outgoing person like kaveh, he's only going to keep you at an arm's length away. he can't handle overbearing emotions, from what i believe. however if you're like him: composed, logical and possibly having ambitions that are reachable, he's more inclined to allow you into his mind when thinking.

♡ if you do manage to get on his good graces, aka having a good level of trust and reliance for when he needs intel, physical support or general knowledge on topics he hasn't quite covered, that's the beginning of his curiosity about you. he'll observe your actions, sayings and common habits. another thing is that he'll subtly note things he's learnt about you from others mentally. had a rough time with soandso? count yourself lucky because that person will scramble off when they get a whiff of you. somehow, alhaitham knows things better than you . . still.

♡ once he starts watching, he doesn't stop. he keeps a sharp eye on you like an eagle. even if you can protect yourself efficiently, he still feels the need to be on standby. it's almost like he's a shadow himself, lingering here and there where he predicts you'll be. alhaitham does dryly admit to this after a serious occurance happens (which includes eremites and the outskirts of sumeru city). though you might find it unsettling or nerve wracking, he finds his deeds endearing. he wants to make sure you're secure, protected and under his broad wing.

♡ though, if you get past that, he acknowledges that his feelings towards your are actually more than business partners or even friends. he isn't sheepish or anything alike, he states his mind clearly like usual with that monotonous voice. he'll sit you down and state the facts, the possible emotions he had pinpointed in his chest. following that, he'd ask you questions. was this okay? were you interested in this pathway? were you scared?

♡ he leaves the decision up to you, giving you enough space to comprehend what just happened. yeah, you could go off to kaveh and ask if he was genuine but of course, alhaitham would be in the house probably. so, you invite the blond to the usual cafe to get some more details. it's almost like an interrogation of the sort; asking kaveh about how alhaitham works, the deeper meanings between his words and so forth. to which, the blond reveals so much more about the attractive man.

♡ depending on how long you take, he'll keep the meetings relatively normal. alhaitham isn't one to be affectionate, as mentioned above so, doing it with someone he just dropped a huge bomb on? hell no. he might keep some distance though just in case of rejection. he's never had a partner, let alone someone he let in so easily in his eyes. it's an unknown territory he can't go in alone. . especially without you.

♡ if you do start dating the scribe, he'll take you out on formal dates at first. his income leaves him a comfortable amount of room to give you luxury. he's tense about it though, he doesn't know what to do and definitely doesn't want to be caught asking someone about how to love someone. he's figuring it out, be patient.

♡ he keeps this under wraps until you're both comfortable telling others. that could be a couple months up to a year at best. alhaitham isn't one for gossip flying around him about his own life. if he wants to keep it out of sight, he implies demands it to others who suspect something is happening.

♡ when you two come out to your friends, i 100% bet kaveh will be ecstatic, tighnari, collei & nahida will be so proud of him, and cyno will def make puns related to this occasion. but overall, everyone is content with the good match.

♡ after a while, he relaxes with the 'proper' dates and does more casual things. he feel comfortable enough going on walks with you, having nice meals outside, visiting all around sumeru and generally doing more lighthearted activities. one thing i believe he'd love to do is read you his books, petting your hair. it's unusual for others to comprehend what he's saying, especially since it's an advanced literature. but when he hears your soft breathing after falling asleep, i think he'd be the most content.

♡ he wouldn't think of starting a family with you until after the two year point. since it's his first relationship, he probably wouldn't want to rush anything. however, he knows he can support you and whatever children you two have/adopt financially. emotionally however, he might need more time to learn how to give affection to a person so small and without the years of being alive to grasp a basic idea of emotions.

♡ though, he wouldn't mind having a child or two. having too many scares him tbh. he doubts his own skills when it comes to human connection. but if you were to guide him gently and with practice, he'd become accustomed to it. . behind doors of course. he wouldn't bring up the topic itself until you two are past the two year point and are engaged.

♡ when it comes to being engaged, he'd ask after two years and give some thought into it. even though he isn't the sappiest person alive (like kaveh), he'd try his best to make it a night to remember. he'd plan everything and dedicate it to you. depending on which nation you're from originally, he'd add in some cultural things from your family.

♡ engagement would last a year-ish to two. he likes to make sure that this is the person he's binded to forever. when he figures it out, he makes sure the wedding has both cultures involved--which of course makes it lavish.

♡ when y'all are comfortable after the wedding, he'd be open to children. if you can't have children for whatever reason, alhaitham would bring up the topic of adoption. there are definitely orphans that need homes and it would pay off to see you smile, in his opinion.

♡ moving onto the bedroom topic. .

♡ i don't think he's a beast, he's more likely to be closed off to the idea of physical intimacy until he has faith that it's a safe space. yeah he can be cocky if he catches you taking in an eye full but that's about it until his first time.

♡ prob not all that kinky tbh. he might be a top and/or a power bottom. he's okay with you taking the reins when he's tired but that's rare.

♡ office sex. yea. especially when he's acting grand sage. dude is probably so stressed that he can't come home at a normal time to see you.

♡ speaking of, you two might've been caught a few times in office while going at it. some people are scared to enter or go near his office because it. most know to at least knock twice and call out his name to see if it's fine to come in but some don't.

♡ in conclusion, confusing man but good morals!