#we are so incredibly mentally defeated

[whateverloomis]

Hi! Can i ask for a billy loomis x reader where she gets a tattoo of his name either in the side of her breast or in her hip and she shows him and they fuck (if you decide to put the tattoo in her ass he would def drill into reader doggystyle 💀)

This was incredibly fun to write. Thanks for your request anon 💋

🔞 Warnings: AFAB reader (she/her,) cheating, shower sex, fingering, roughness, reader has pre-determined interests, reader has tattoos, implied size difference, unedited

Word count: 2.6k

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"That's ridiculous Stu!" - "A dare is a dare Tatum, she has to do it!" Stu countered while laughing. The couple, Randy and you decided it was a great idea to play truth or dare while drunk. Sidney and Billy had to leave early and the four of you got bored. Stu was obviously the one who suggested the game.

"I mean, he does have a point." Randy said and Tatum gasped in disbelief; "Wh- Are you seriously siding with Stu on this?! YN! Are you even okay with this?" Tatum asked and you sighed, closing your eyes in defeat. "Look, I appreciate your concern Tate, but I mean... I already have tattoos, another small one isn't going to hur-" - "This is Billy's name we're talking about here, YN. What if Sidney sees it? Or even worse, what if Billy sees it? These two idiots aren't going to keep their mouths shut." The girl has a point, but you honestly didn't care. It could easily get covered up with something else in the future.

"You're right on that one." You said and glared at Randy and Stu before continuing; "But I can get it covered up once it heals, plus it's going to be hidden-" - "What about when we go to the lake next weekend, hm? It wont be hidden there, your hip is going to be exposed." Tatum interrupted.

You didn't know why she was so concerned. Maybe it was because of the whole "tattoos are permanent" or "don't get anyone's name tattooed" mentality.

You smiled at Tatum softly and placed your hand on hers reassuringly; "I'll be fine, okay? We're all friends and it's not going to be an issue. It'll just be for some laughs and then I'll get it covered up, okay?"

Tatum sighed, visibly calming down and glaring at Stu and Randy; "You guys are paying for the cover up too." - "What?! That's not part of the dare!" Randy complained and Tatum rolled her eyes; "It is now, dumb ass." - "That's enough guuyyss, who's up next?!" Stu finished the argument.

•

As promised, you went to the local tattoo shop and got "Billy Loomis" tattooed on your right hip.

"Hooh, that looks hot not gonna lie." Stu said while sticking his tongue out. Tatum rolled her eyes playfully and blew a bubble with her chewing gum; "I gotta say, it is a hot placement."

You smirked at your friends and stood up straight so the tattoo artist could put protective film over the ink.

"If Sidney wasn't with Billy he'd 100% be into this." Randy said and you gasped, smirking at him; "Randy shut up! Oh my God..." - 'Who said he wouldn't like it now?" Stu said and smirked at you. You bit your lip in response and rolled you eyes playfully. You knew they were just teasing and joking around, but having your crush's name tattooed on you was a total turn on, and you felt like a little slut with your dirty little secret.

•

When you arrived at your house that night, you couldn't stop staring at his name engraved with ink on your skin.

You modeled in front of the mirror with the bikini you were planning to wear next weekend and imagined how Billy would react to you looking as hot as you did with his name on you. You wondered if he'd actually like it, like Randy and Stu said. If he'd get turned on by it. Hell, if he'd fuck you because of it. Your imagination ran wild with all the possibilities.

Billy had always been low-key flirty with you, and you had to admit that it confused you considering that he has a girlfriend, but you figured that he's comfortable being around you and maybe follows your lead just for fun. I mean, friends casually flirt sometimes jokingly so you guessed it was normal between you guys.

•

It was finally the end of the week and you were leaving to the cabin that Stu's parents own. There's apparently a huge lake that's perfect for the hot summer sun.

Your bag was made and you were once again admiring Billy's name on your skin. The tattoo was small enough to peel and heal just enough to get in the water during the week.

You were putting sun block on your skin and the tattoo looked vivid with the moisture of the cream. You couldn't wait for Billy to see it.

Stu pulled up to your driveway and honked the horn of his parents van. You jumped in excitement and ran down the stairs, bag in hand. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you opened the door and walked towards the car.

Everyone was already seated and there was a space reserved for you at the very back with Randy.

"You ready to show Billy your new tatt- Ow!" you hit Randy on his bicep and Billy looked back from his seat. "Show me what?" He asked, confusion written all over his face.

Stu let out a breathy laugh and Tatum thumped him. Billy looked at the couple suspiciously and bit his inner cheek in annoyance. Luckily he didn't question you again, but he definitely knew something was going on with how obvious everyone was being.

•

After a three hour drive, you guys finally arrived at Stu's cabin and settled in before heading outside and picking a spot to set up a picnic in front of the lake.

The sun was shining bright and the water looked a nice teal color. It was still and quiet.

You could hear the birds and the wind swishing the trees. You helped Tatum and Sidney set up everything before sitting down on the blanket to bathe under the sun.

Taking your short flowy black sun dress off, you revealed your indigo blue bikini. It hugged your body perfectly and exposed just the right amount of skin and curves.

You sat down on the picnic blanket next to the girls and made eye contact with Billy who was taking his shirt off next to you. He raked his eyes up and down your body before giving you a subtle smirk. You bit your lip and looked away only to find Stu giving you a knowing look followed by a breathy laugh. You flipped him off and he shrugged, laughing before running into the water with Randy like a maniac.

Tatum gave you a knowing look as well and you nodded at her before looking at Sidney. "Hey uh, Sid..." You started; "I have something to show you, but I'm giving you context first because it's a little weird."

Sidney looked at you, a subtle smile on her face mixed with confusion; "Yes?" - "Last week when you and Billy left Stu's house early, the rest of us playd truth or dare an-" - "Oh my God, did you kiss Randy?" She asked jokingly and you placed your hand over your mouth to suppress a loud laugh; "What?! No! No... Ugh okay, I got dared by Stu to get Billy's name tattooed on my hip and I did it." You finished quickly and showed the girl your new ink.

Sidney gasped and laughed at the sight. "Oh my Gosh, you're crazy!" - "You see Tatum?! I told you she wouldn't get mad." You said, rolling your eyes at the blonde and she gasped; "Hey! I'm just trynna look out for my girlies, God."

All three of you laughed and looked ahead at the lake. "I wonder what Billy will say." Sidney wondered and you looked at her; "Do you think he'll get mad or something?" - "Nah, I don't think so. Well, maybe at Stu for being an ass and making you do it." Sid replied and you nodded in response, sudden nervousness taking over.

•

After a while, you and the girls decided to get in the water and enjoy the cool temperature after sun bathing.

You approached the shore and Stu swam towards you like a shark waiting to attack.

Before you could dip your whole body in, Stu gasped dramatically. "Oh myyy, YN? Is that a new tattoo?"

You looked at him in disbelief and thumped him; "Shut up, Stu" - "Damn would you look at that! It is a new tattoo" Randy said and looked at Billy. Subtlety wasn't part of both your friends at that moment.

Billy glared at both of them and then stared at you and the girls.

"What the hell is going on with you guys? You've been acting weird since we picked up YN." - "Ugh, Stu dared me to get your name tattooed on my hip and I did, okay?" You answered quickly, annoyance written on your face.

Billy raised an eyebrow and smirked, followed by a laugh. "You actually did it?" He asked while walking towards you.

Stu was trying to hold his laughter in but could barely do it. Tatum smacked his bicep and glared at him. "Don't be an ass." She whispered, the situation clearly being awkward for you.

Billy crouched down in front of you and you showed him the ink, trying to maintain distance, but he was making it impossible.

Billy ran his thumb over the tattoo and let out a breathy laugh. "You're insane." he said and looked up at you. He was amused and his touch made goosbumps arise on your body. It didn't go unnoticed by him and he smirked.

The boy stood up and towered over you, looking straight into your eyes. You blushed at his close proximity. "I like it, it looks hot on you," he said, loud enough for only you to hear before swimming away.

The rest of the group joined him and started playing with water guns and other toys, however you stood in the same spot a few seconds longer, but Randy snapped you out of your daze.

"You coming?" He asked, and you swam towards him. "Didn't know you have a little crush on Billy boy." he said, and you looked at him, faking confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about." - "Oh c'mon, you were tense as a rock." - "Shut up Randy. Even if I did, he's dating Sidney so I'd have to get over it." You countered and he lifted his hands in defeat. "Chill, I'm just messing with you." He laughed softly before swimming along with you.

•

After being in the lake nearly all day you decided to take a shower before joining the group. Little did you know, Billy was also in the cabin waiting to get you alone.

Walking into the bathroom, as you were closing the door something stopped it from moving. You opened it to check what was blocking it and saw it was Billy.

You gasped in surprise and looked up at him. "You can use it first, I can wait a few more minutes to shower." You said and Billy walked a bit closer to you. "Mm no, you go ahead. I don't mind waiting here." He said and stepped in with you, locking the door behind him.

"What um... Are you doi-" - Before you could finish your sentence, Billy pushed you against the wall and kissed you. You yelped against his lips but returned the kiss without thinking about it a few seconds later.

Billy pulled back and looked away, biting his lower lip. "Fuck... Sorry, I've been wanting to do that all day... For so long, at this point." He whispered.

You were at a loss of words and in disbelief. He actually wanted to kiss you? Wanted to feel your soft lips against his?

"Billy I... Why? You're with Sidn-" - "Fuck Sidney... God, that tattoo... My name on your skin? I wanted to fuck you right then and there when you showed me." He admitted, running his hand over your hip.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Billy Loomis wants you just as much as you want him. All this time you could've had him.

The feeling of want consumed your body. You didn't care about Sidney. Selfishness took over you and God did the thrill feel good.

You didn't waste anymore time and kissed him again, quickly reaching for his hair and pulling at the strands.

He moaned as quietly as he could and pulled you against him by your hips.

Billy squeezed the flesh and moved his hands up your back, untying your bikini straps followed by the ones over your neck.

The piece of fabric fell on the floor and he grabbed your tits in his large hands, squeezing them softly while pinching and playing with your nipples. The little moans you released made his cock twitch, it begging to be set free.

"Fuck... You're so hot." Billy whispered while snaking one hand down your body and untying your bikini bottoms.

He ran two fingers between your folds and felt the wetness coat them. He brought his hand up to his mouth and tasted you, moaning as a response.

"You taste so fucking good." He said and you whined at the sight. Billy gestured to the shower with his head and looked into your eyes; "Let's get in there."

You widened your eyes in surprise and bit your bottom lip; "Are you crazy?" - "Maybe, I mean... You wanted to take a shower, right?" He replied, smirking.

•

In the shower, the water ran hot over you. Billy had you against one of the cold walls, your tits pressing against his chest while he finger fucked you and rubbed your clit with his thumb.

"Fuck... Fuck, Billy please." You begged him to move his hand faster, but he was torturing you with his slow movements.

You squeezed his fingers with your cunt and it only made his cock harder against you.

"You feel so good around my fingers baby." He whispered in your ear and your breathing picked up. You were trying to be quiet but fuck he was making you feel so good that you wanted to scream.

You grabbed his cock and started to stroke it just as slow as he was fucking you with his fingers. He cursed under his breath and kissed you impossibly slow. You guys were driving each other crazy, and Billy didn't want to wait any longer to fuck that sweet cunt of yours.

Pulling his fingers out of you, the emptiness made you moan quietly against his shoulder.

Billy moved you towards the see through panel of the shower and pressed you facing forward. Your tits were squished against the glass and you could see the reflection in the mirror above the sink. You looked impossibly hot, and when you felt Billy lift one of your legs to the side, slipping inside your sopping cunt? It was over.

You let out a moan that was too loud for your liking and Billy covered your mouth with one of his hands while the other held your hip to keep you pressed against the glass.

He snapped his hips against your ass and filled you up deliciously with his cock.

You craned your head to the side and grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling his head towards you and kissing him.

You breathed heavily into each other's mouths as Billy pounded into you.

Thanks to him working you up with his fingers you were incredibly sensitive, so when he reached between your legs and rubbed your clit in circles it was over for you.

You moaned against his palm and came around his cock, squirting in the process. Billy looked down between your bodies and the sight of his cock pumping inside of you while you squeezed your walls around him was enough for him to reach his own high.

Billy pulled out and jerked himself, cumming over your ass.

The water slowly washed everything off your body and you turned around to face him.

"This will be our little secret, hm?" Billy whispered and you bit your lower lip, nodding in response before initiating another make out session.

[smoothlikealikeasnake]

Strong Coffee and Sweet Cakes

Chapter Two ‘The Curse of Exhaustion’

Genre - BTS FF, a/b/o dynamics, a/b/o BTS and MC, Ot7 x fem MC/reader, so fluffy, little angst, eventual smut

Warnings - Very fluffy! Angsty themes like loneliness, sadness, light insomnia - let me know if there’s any more! X

Summary - A new cafe near the Hybe building will change the 7 members of Bangtan’s lives forever, 7 alphas in a pack? A recipe for disaster. Until a sweet omega starts to stir up their world with a little bit more sugar and slowly their loneliness dissolves

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Author Notes - Chapter 2 is here! It’s starting out slow right now! I’m mostly focussing on introductions, world building, introducing you to the characters and dynamics of this story so the plot can progress!

Sorry I didn’t post this yesterday like I said, I got caught up longer than I expected to in the day and didn’t have time to write xx

The final scene was a last minute addition and idk why I just love it!

With Namjoons new energy, the producing process seemed to be much easier, atleast one out of three minds was inspired and had some encourgement. But, all things come to an end, by 5pm, Namjoons motivation has deteriorated and the lack of sleep begins to catch up, fast. Its catching up for everyone, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon have been stuck in the studio for the last three days and only slept once, unhealthy habits that they continue from years ago because three perfectionists, trying to produce an album on a timelimit, all thats in their minds are caffeine and work.

All three are rubbing at their eyes, heads heavy and thoughts beginning to process and thats when they have to call it quits, for the night atleast because without a single present mind, no work was going to be produced at all and theyd be back in the situation they thought they would have had all day, exhausted, drained and unmotivated. Atleast a few hours of sleep is needed right now.

"I cant even think" - Hoseok groans, rubbing at his neck and clicking it as if it will wake him up some and help him, legs aching from being sat for so long

"Neither, maybe this is it for tonight" - Namjoon agrees, slumping in his chair just a little

"Just another hour or two and then we can call it off" - Yoongi mumbles, not even taking his eyes off the computer, more just commenting half passively to encourage them to keep going just a little longer but the thing is, that little one or two hours is a whole lot when you havent slept in days

"We havent left the studio all day, lets just take a short break and then we can keep going" - Namjoons groaning out finally accepting near defeat

"Yeah, you know what, how about we go to this cafe your talking about and just get a drink to bring back" - Hoseok mentions it, curious but also just more eager to get a stretch of his legs because its what he desperately needs right now.

"What do you think hyung?" - Namjoon knows Yoongi could turn around and flat out say no, he doubts it, but he could and as much as they could fight, they are all reaching for the same thing right now.

"Yeah, okay we can take a short break" - Because as much as Yoongi wants to just stay and work, his pack and how they feel both physically and mentally is incredibly dear to him, even if it isnt always openly shown, even if he grumbles out his agreement and huffs, he doesnt mind taking a break for them.

Quickly having one last listen and making sure to save and close the computer just in case, the tired alphas groggily make their way into the biting air under the sunset, 5:15pm. Yoongi doubts the cafe will even be open anymore, Hoseoks yearning for his americano and Namjoon is maybe a bit too excited to go back so soon.

The two who havent yet seen the cafe pause for a moment when it comes into view, furrowing their eyebrows and taking in the scene because they instantly understand the appeal atleast visually, Their warm fairlights and string lamps set up outside lighting up the seating area and the atmosphere is like that of a movie in the moment, they'd seen hundreds of beautiful places in all of their travels but this is different, the small details Namjoon had noticed earlier making their way into the two alphas attention too. The 'Open!' Sign is still flipped how it was this morning, Namjoon sighing out in relief because he really does need the caffeine. Because thats definitely, definitely the only reason he wanted to come back. He too is surprised your open and it isn't too busy inside from what can be seen through the windows, tables occupied but not packed.

The little bell jingles as they enter, the two elder alphas taking moments to observe the inside, inhale the still strong scents of coffee and baked goods and yeah this was starting to make sense why Namjoon liked it here so much after just one visit. And then they see you, instatly knowing your the omega Namjoon mentioned as you bring over the teapot of chamomile tea to Mrs. Han and engage in a light conversation with the sweetest smile gracing your lips. Your eyes flicker to the door at their arrival but you dont stray your attention from Mrs. Han too much knowing your conversation would be short and you'd be back behind the counter shortly.

The earthy scent youd enjoyed this morning briefly fills your nose from across the room and your eyes light up a little, hes back, so soon and with two? other people, other alphas. One is a strong, heavily masculine sort of burning wood smell, theres hints of sweetness underneath, if you were to guess its- marshmallow? but its subtle and oh so complimenting with a hint of whiskey, just a little, its warming and while its a combination youd never imagined before it works so well, like a summer night out in the forest, a wood cabin and a fireplace maybe. The other is musky, the kind of musk only an alpha can have in their scent which can easily be overwhelming, unpleasant even, but its mellowed out with hints of crisp green apples and cedarwood, its lively, masculine and perfectly balanced, refreshing and so alluring. You try to resist the urge to breath a little deeper to take in more of their scents as you listen to Mrs. Han and finish up your conversation but as you begin to walk towards the counter and allow a little more of the scent to invade your senses, you cant help but frown at the bitterness of exhuastion that is laced over each of their scents, its unsettling to you, the type of tainting you really dont like to smell on others and you walk a little faster to take their orders and hopefully make it even a little less bitter.

Namjoons smiling as he approaches you at the counter, looking over your clear window showing off the bakes and noticing how its nearly empty now, just a few of each left, some only having one or two, some actually empty but there it is, the apple and cinnamon pretzel that made his morning and then he looks back up and he wants to coo at you, your hair messier than it was this morning, a little fluffy and your wearing a pair of glasses now, adjusting them on your nose as you approach them quickly, your sweet smile back again.

"Hello! Back again already" - You giggle out and Namjoon goes a bit pink with realising how yeah hed come back under 12 hours after he came for the first time and swooned over your coffee and bakes. Yoongi and Hoseok stand slightly behind him watching with intrigue and taking you in, a little warmth filling thie chest at your soft appearence and voice, they can also feel the shift in Namjoon's scent as it twists just a little stronger and sweeter, your nose twitching in response in a way that they find utterly adorable.

"Haha- yeah" - Namjoon awkwardly laughs out, practically facepalming in his head at the awkwardness in his voice but you really dont mind, its cute to you. Its cute in a way you'd never really thought of alphas like before, his clumsiness in body language and words just making you smile wider. Its so common for alphas to purely exude confidence, overhwelmingly strong and often pride too, which, of course is bad to stereotype but its one youve actually experienced. The lack of those two qualities, the slight uncertainty and natural tinge in Namjoon's actions are refreshing, its welcomed.

"What can i get you?"

"Ill have an espresso- uh the blend from earlier if that isnt too much trouble" - Namjoons cursing himself for not asking what it was because youd been working all day and probably had tens to hundreds of customers in that time why would you remember tha-

"Of course its not! Anything else?" - Ah, you cut off his doubt and awkwardness in a second and hes grateful, incredibly, for how attentive you are, even if you dont have to be at all

"What do you guys want?" - Only then do you bring your focus back to the two behind him and the way they step forward a little, not intimidatingly on purpose, but just naturally makes your eyes widen a little, brain falter for a mere second from the power of their scents but you force yourself to relax in order to listen.

"Ill have an americano " - For hoseok, looking forward to trying this coffee that transformed Namjoon

"A cold brew for me please" - Yoongi mumbles out, just loud enough for you to nod enthusiastically and you tap a few times on the screen and read over the order, routinely about to ask about what coffee blend theyd like but something comes to mind.

At 6am Namjoon had ordered two espressos, looked exhausted, wasnt even going to eat anything with it, hed left with some energy which made you happy but now hes back with that same exhaustion, at 5:30 and ordering more coffee? Its not your place, you havent even known him 12 hours but you cant stop the concern, the gentle scolding you want to give for how it cant be good for his body to have such strong coffee at this time in the day when he should begin to unwind.

Your eyebrows furrow, a little frown settling on your face and all three alphas feel their heart jump when you look back up at them, specifically speaking to Namjoon to hesitantly address your concerns, your breath hitching before you speak because this really could come off as rude potentially and thats so far from what you want but you cant help it, maybe you could atleast suggest something else, just playful concern, right?

Unfortunately it comes out more sad and concerned than you wanted it too. You want to sound teasing but your voice fails you along with your expression and you curse yourself for sounding too pushy but none of them see if that way.

"More espressos? Its evening now and you had an early morning" - Namjoon faulters at your words, lips parting in surprise and he can feel the strings in his heart pulling in everywhich way. You watch him struggle to reply for a moment but then you look at the other two criminally handsome men and one (Yoongi) suddenly smiles amused at your bold confrontation despite not knowing him long at all and Hoseok tilts his head with a smaller smile in further curiosity, waiting to see how this plays out.

"Ah we still have some work to do" - Namjoon eventually manages to get out but he instantly regrets it when your frown deepens, you arent going to argue because its not your place but the lack of approval in your expression has Namjoon spinning back on his words with a hand scratching his neck awkwardly, hes giving in to your every concern and wish without even realising because it feels good to be cared for, concerned for, its not common ehich is odd to think considering the millions of fans who wish them well at all times but this is personal, real, raw concern and its not because hes an artist, not because hes someone you admire but simply because hes human. And thats something that feels new.

"But... what would you suggest instead?" - The way your expression lights up and smile regraces your face is enough compensation for giving up the caffeine he holds close to his heart, this feels warmer, more rewarding. You instantly reply bubbly at his acceptence of your not so subtle suggestion.

"I can make you a mint tea? Its relaxing, less caffeine, good for your throat" - You list off a few benefits happily and its clear youd chosen something you found suitable to him because chamomile was too relaxing, fruit tea possibly too sweet, mint was just right in your opinion.

"I'll have one of those then instead, and uh another apple and cinnamon pretzel please" - If he's going to differ from his usual choice he might aswell indulge in another one of the sweet, filling treats he so enjoyed before, the way you light up impossibly brighter in the dim ambient atmosphere pulls a more permanent smile onto Namjoons lips, he can see you teeter on your feet because he'd indirectly admitted his adoration for the bake.

"Of course!" - You tap it in satified with his change of heart, more than satisfied, fulfilled and warm inside, holding back a purr from showing how much it warms your heart to care for and treat people, especially those who work too hard for their own good which is what these alphas give off.

Your looking over the other two alphas remembering their presence instantly, this could be their first coffee of the day for all you know - you doubt it - given they look the same as Namjoon in terms of exhaustion but you dont know anything about them and your interference with Namjoon's order is as far as you'll push for now so you just give them the same smile you give Namjoon and look over all three as you ask your next question, really trying not to shrink under their strong presences. Its hard to ignore the swell of pride that fills your heart realising not only had Namjoon returned so quickly but he had also - supposedly - brought his friends here too, its an indirect praise that just makes you smile a little wider, your cheeks a little warmer and fingers a tad more fidgety but you try not to show it.

"Anything else?" - Hoseok looks over at the bakes display because Namjoon had ordered something from there and then something catches his eye

"Is that banofee pie?" - One, pristine slice remains under the cake cover and when does he ever resist a banoffee pie, especially one that looks so good.

"Yes! It is" - Your nodding and watch Hoseok pause for a second, heart lips pulling into a tempted smile, nodding to himself and you

"Ill have that slice then please" - The smile widening on your face a little is once again rewarding and Hoseok wants you to always smile like that- even if hes only just met you.

Yoongi has been watching the interactions silently, observing you, the way your so expressionate in your body language and face, saw the way your body lit up like a live wire both times the alphas requested one of your desserts and while he really did want to get back to finish up and finally sleep a bit, he wouldnt mind staying for a while in the cozy atmosphere of your cafe.

"Okay! Is that all for you?" - The three are nodding quickly at your question

"To go or sit in?" - They should go, get their drinks and go back to the studio but something in each of them is tempting them to stay. To indulge. Namjoons looking back at the other two quickly because he knows they said theyd go back but admitedly he doesnt want too and when he looks at Yoongi for his decision and when the man simply shrugs, avoiding looking him in the eyes and pushing his long hair back, Namjoon feels like hes won something, turning back to you waiting and nodding before he answers for the three.

"Sit in please" - You quicly ring them up and repeat what youd told Namjoon this morning, that they can sit anywhere and they find a small corner, three comfortable seats and a window for a gentle, fresh breeze. In your negociation with Namjoon youd completely forgotten to ask what the other two alphas would like coffee blend wise and you panic for a moment, looking back and forth as they sit down and noting the deep sighs they exchange purely from thie minds clouded with stress, you take the decision for yourself to give them the least disturbance, a honey roast for Yoongi and a Medium roast for Hoseok, mint tea for Namjoon with a little pot of honey he can choose to add or not and prepare all of it on a tray with the two treats they wanted.

Meanwhile around the table, the three begin to talk, taking in the night settling outside the window and taking a well needed moment to breathe

"She is sweet" - Yoongi mutters with a confirming nod of his head

"Very cute, caring too" - Hoseok instantly agrees, eyes watching you spin around behind the counter preparing their different drinks, intrigued.

"Yeah i mean i did say" - Namjoon’s eyes are also on you, thinking about how you’d thought about his health before anything else and it was just sticking with him.

"Bold of her to suggest you not have what you originally order... i like it" - Yoongi gives a small huff and smile.

"So we going to finish and go back to the studio"

"Thats the plan"

"We just have to review the last track again, make any last changes, it feels like its missing something but im not sure what yet" - Yoongi tells them with his eyebrows pursed because if any of them are the hardest on themselves when it comes to work, its him. Hoseok's a bit too distracted by observing all the patterns youve decorated this place in to think about what exactly is missing in the track but luckily for him, Namjoon answers.

"I get what you mean, just something small but definitely vital, it could just be the backing vocals we need Jin to record though"

"Maybe" - Yoongi hums out, imagining the song in his head and trying to work out if spending another few hours will even do anything or if Jin's vocals are all the track really needs.

"Choreography is coming along alright, pretty sure we can start to learn it next week" - Hoseok finally refocuses on the work topic and he recalls back to him and Jimin struggling to bring some of the choreograpies together, of course some of them are choreographed by other people but dancing is him and Jimin's passion, it just makes him cringe recalling the pure frustration and tension building when things just dont work or dont play out how they envisioned.

Before anyone can reply, they're distracted by you teetering over, silent on your feet but your sweet scent gives you away, unknowingly lulling some of the tension in thier muscles away, each of them slightly melting into their seats. You entirely focus on putting each of their orders infront of them, repeating them outloud quietly and being careful not to spill anything from the tray. The three watch you, expertly moving each of their cups around one by one with barely a few taps on the table, only then do they take you in further.

Your apron is tied tight on your body, secured with a bow in the back that Hoseok notices, fitting, he thinks. Your hair is tied back but a few strands have fallen from the ponytail and framed your face, the hairs tickling you and making you twitch but it doesnt set you off task for a single moment. Energy seems to bound around you but Yoongi notices the tiniest shake of your fingers and just slightly laboured breathing as your omegan body tries to keep up with the pace you set yourself, its something youve taught yourself to get used to and you have built a significant tolerance to it but at the end of long days like this one, it starts to catch up to you, makes you jittery and has you yearning for your nest at the end of the day more than anything.

You dress simply for work, just in a t-shirt and jeans that are for the most part comfortable but at the end of the day begin to make your skin feel a little scratchy and sensitive, nothing you can help or avoid. They do little to hide the curves of your body but its not something the three men spend time dwelling on because they arent some freshly presented alphas or disrespectful in general. With all of the dishes and cups placed down you quietly repeat everything back to yourself, a look of concentration on your face that makes the three watch you intently, making sure everything is there and when your content you shoot up from your slightly bent position, hands clasped infront of you and expression bright besides the impending tiredness that is due to settle over you soon and they can see it, as much as you try to push it down and only want to wrap you up in one of the many blankets settled all around and guide you to rest. You want the same for them however, and you express that, gently.

"Enjoy! And please do try to rest soon" - You say your last part quieter, hesitant but it’s appreciated by the three, and maybe your words settle in sooner than they'd planned.

You make your way back to the counter and occupy yourself with your tasks but the three can feel you trying to subtly glance over to gauge their reactions, they dont mind, more curious and intrigued more than anything. The sips they all take have them simultaniously groaning, kind of animated, seeming almost fake because it feels luxurious, smooth, perfectly suited to their tastebuds. Your smiling to yourself at their reaction and it only gets bigger when Hoseok tries his pie and his eyes practically gauge out of his head, taking an even bigger bite than before.

They find themselves not drinking and eating for fuel, but for enjoyment, slower than usual and certainly slower than theyd planned. Theyre sinking into their chairs, Yoongis slowly blinking in that catlike manner he has, Hoseoks slumping in the chair and definitely would usually mentally scold himself for how hes acting as if hes in his own home with his head leant back against the chair and manspreading but he didnt really care right now for some reason. Namjoon is feeling particularly heavy, sleepy with the warm, soothing drink youd carefully prepared for him, finding himself running his hands through his hair in an effort to try to keep himself awake. Without realising, half an hour goes by, 6pm and the cafe is slowly emptying, the three half asleep, incredibly relaxed alphas realise they should probably get up, so slowly they do, trying to blink away the sleep.

"So we best get back huh?" - Namjoon gets out, rubbing his eye but Yoongi shakes his head, surprising them both

"it can wait, lets just get some sleep" - Yoongi can practically feel the joy radiating off the two others from his words

"Look at us, taking her advice without even realising" - Hoseok jokes about it but its the truth and walking over to the counter to drop off their plates, they can see the tiredness in your own body a lot more clearly now, trying to keep up with quick movements but your hands are shaking more than before and your faltering in your movements, seeming to forget your actions every few seconds but your trying and its so clear it makes them frown.

"That was amazing thank you"

"Truly" - Hoseok throws in and they see you spin around at their words and muster up a warm smile, wishing them a good evening and telling them to remember your words from earlier playfully. Namjoon and Hoseok begin a slow walk to the door, Yoongi about to follow but he looks at the two, sees them about to reach outside and turns back to you, capturing your attention.

"Take care of yourself, hm? Get some rest" - Yoongi's quiet, making sure no one else can hear and his tone is soft but assertive, a small frown on his lips, you stare for a moment a little shocked, opening and closing your mouth like a fish because you hadnt realised anyone else could see the indicators of your tiredness but his expression made it clear he had noticed and he cared. You like to show care to others, it makes you happy but oddly enough, you dont often recieve the same, not that you ever expect it but just as an obersvation. He makes you stutter and blush, warm inside and all you can do is nodd furiously with a smile and a quiet assurance that you will.

Yoongi nods back, huffs in satisfaction and your small interaction plays on repeat for the rest of both of your nights. Yoongi revels in your sweet reaction, the "i-i will" you let out even if the surprise you showed unsettled him, the pink tint of your cheeks is cute, the fluster different from your confidient and bubbly personality he'd seen before that but he wanted to see it over and over again. Hes unknowingly smiling as he leaves until Namjoon and Hoseok ask him why he looks so giddy, brushing them off and telling them they should all get home and sleep, which they do without a second thought.

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Your cafe is open early and late everyday, 6-6:30 monday to saturday but thats exactly why your friends are vital to any sort of success you have because without them, you simply wouldnt be able to run the hours you do. Mondays you do the entire day, along with wednesdays and fridays, one of the three will always be there during rush hours to help but for the most part you are set to work the entire day. Unfortunately, the long hours completely take it out of you and you also have to do the baking so to manage, you focus in the kitchen on Tuesdays and thursdays, maintaining prep for the rest of the week and having time to recharge whilst one of the others take front of house or two of them somedays. This way, you have much shorter days on those days and get the rest you need, you get to sleep in and leave so much earlier too.

Its essential - the rest - because as an omega you naturally crave and require more sleep than betas and alphas, its in your genes and although you absolutely use every ounce of your energy and some to work as much as possible, it does catch up to you. A lot of days youll walk in to your home, barely functioning and b-line for your nest, sleep an insane amount without much time to yourself. Of course you get breaks during the days you work long hours and you'd recently hired some part-time staff to help throughout the day alongside Yuqi, Soyeon and Soojin and its taken some weight off of you but you still often find yourself in the exact same position as you are today.

Not having a pack as an omega is hard, most would find it impossible but your situation isnt something youd change in desperation, your not in a pack by choice, not by force because your entirely waiting for the pack that feels right to invite you, if that day ever comes. It's hard because you crave the comfort and safety betas and alphas - especially - naturally provide to omegas in their pack, the ability to exude their scent in waves to lull their omegas into a softer, less anxious state - which you often get - and in return omegas are naturally nurturing, calming to those around them and balance out a pack, taking away stress.

For you, after a long day you begin to get jittery, shakey and lose focus in moments, you get out of breath incredibly fast, your eyes grow heavy, your mind slows down and tasks that would usually be simple become incredibly hard. You do your absolute best to hide it, to never show it infront of customers or even your friends but sometimes your friends notice and silently come to your aid just a little more than usual, something your grateful for, incredibly. No customer has ever noticed it though, atleast never enough to ever comment on it but Yoongi did and it made you freeze up, almost like making your mind catch up with your body and you felt even more sluggish than before but for some reason, it felt- okay? It would usually make you frustrated but today it felt okay to let yourself be tired, okay to be a bit more lenient on yourself.

After closing up, your walk home is slower than usual, not forcing yourself to keep at a pace that makes your muscles burn and lungs scream. You have the same issue as usual when you get in though, entering your own cozy space puts your body on sleep mode, tells you your finally in some kind of safe environment so you make yourself a quick dinner, half asleep already and moving sluggishly and as soon as its down, a quick shower so you dont get your nest dirty where the hot water feels especially scalding on your sensitive skin, sometimes makes it a little irritated but it all is well when your nest comes into sight.

You barely throw on your pajamas before bounding into the soft cocoon, purring in an instant, body finally allowed to properly rest, clutching onto the variety of blankets and not attempting to even check your phone because your hands are shaking too much. Somehow youll manage to put on a show to watch for .5 seconds before descending into a deep sleep but most nights its unfortunately interuppted. Not by anything but yourself, thats another reason beta and alpha pheromones are essential for most omegas, they help you sleep and stay asleep. Without, you end up waking up multiple times in the night without reason and its annoying along with incredibly tiring. Jolting awake isnt new to you, just not exactly what would be the ideal situation with how hard you work everyday.

Bangtan's pack experience the same, work long hours everyday, hardly see a few weeks of break a year - if anything - and in the time they do have to sleep, they struggle, tossing, turning, jolting awake. They put it down to the stress of their idol life but deep down they all know theres something else factoring in, the absence of something theyve yet to find. Its gotten especially hard for them recently, back from the military. Before, they could bury themselves in military tasks, exhaust themselves into a slightly deeper sleep, just as they could usually do before from their idol activites but now? Its started to stop working, as if their bodies have grown immunity to their tactics and are still pushing for something they dont know. Between consistent stress from the comeback, catching up with everything theyve missed and having to become accustomed to their pack/group life all over again - which theyd never imagined would be so hard to do, they never noticed just how routine it all was until they split apart - their bodies are in overdrive and their emotions? Yeah, not great to say the least.

The songs their writing themselves are getting more and more negative, forcefully positive in some cases but its so fake that it just feels wrong. Their unhealthy habits become more and more frequent, hormones are all over the place and their struggling, possibly more than ever. They bought a penthouse recently, collectively, its huge, big enough for all of them and they claimed they can stay there during group activites for convenience but realistically they share comfort in eachother, not just because they are a pack but because they share this deeprooted loneliness that those around them won't understand.

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"Is it hard? Being an omega, not in a pack?" - Yuqi asks, blunt as ever and you know she means no harm, no intention to upset you at all so you take it with no offence even if Soojin elbows her hard for how she says it

"I dont know, i guess it was but im used to it now" - Theres not a hint of solemness in your voice, no search for sympathy because this is just how it is. It still makes the six - Yuqi, Soyeon, Soojin, Shuhua, Minnie and Miyeon (your friendS for years now) - cringe and frown, always ones to be concerned for you no matter how much you try to brush it off.

"You always have any of us you know?" - And you know Soyeon and the rest of them mean it, you shove another mouthful of rice in and smile through your cheeks with a nod, if you need them theyre only a call away but you understand why they're concerned, Alphas and Betas such as themselves have a significantly easier time without packs because they genetically arent as dependent on others usually.

"Aishhh always getting solemn Soyeon" - Miyeon scolds, nudging her because you clearly wont speak more on this topic, you never do, its a jar you dont like to open, one filled with old memories and Miyeon knows that.

"Sorry sorry- So, hows Leila, Shuhua?" - Ah this is a happy topic, Shuhua's neice, a little omega who isnt even one yet, the baby she sontims brings to your cafe when she babysits and just has you gushing and fretting over every little thing about her. Everyone can feel you brighten up, your scent sweetening as the hint of strawberry thickens balanced with the sweet cream.

"Yes! How is the little potato" - Yuqi asks and you push her shoulder with a playful frown, scolding her for teasing the cute baby. She does have the most adorable chubby little face and hands and legs and just everything- a little marshmallow if you were to compare her to anything but Yuqi liked to call her a potato

"If you keep calling her i think Y/n's going to explode one day Yuqi" - Minnie playfully teased and faux pouted at you but Shuhua brushed them both off, just continuing

"Anyway, she's great! My sister said she Doesnt let go of the blanket you gave her Y/n" - Thats the other thing, both Shuhua's sister and her husband are beta and alphas, Leila is an omega, its a rare occurence but far from impossible. They have barely any omegas in their family and no matter how much research they do sometimes they still struggle or Shuhua will struggle will babysitting but thats where you come in.

You understand, you can understand in ways alphas and betas cant because your an omega and while she isnt your daughter or related to you in any way so you dont know her every tendency like her family do, you can help in some cases. Like a few weeks ago, when Shuhua had come in with her and you'd been working in the kitchen that day but youd whizzed out, flour all over your apron and rushed over before youd even heard Leila's first cry because you could sense the distress before they all could. Soojin had stared in surprise as you'd practically sprinted past her and reached the two just before Leila began to cry and saw Shuhua's face morph into one also of distress because she was fed, changed, being held after not wanting to crawl or walk for the moment, all of the things shed routinely check, indicated that Leila should be just fine and you knew that Shuhua had obviously done everything right but you could feel and see some unresolved discomfort.

You didnt know what from, but it was the kind you'd get when you just needed an extra layer of comfort when you were younger especially, its how you ended up with a collection of soft blankets to bring with you to places - which now are carefully placed in your nest after years of wear - its a hunch but it was worth trying and you'd wide eyed rushed around, to your small office in the back, past Leila and Shuhua and Soojin again, practically throwing blanket after blanket out of the box you have kept in the office, unscented new blankets that you kept just in case until you found the exact one you were looking for, its soft, crotcheted so she could slip her fingers through it easily, long enough for her to drape over her body for years to come and with a quick feel yourself, you just knew it was right so without another word you were draping it over her and gently encouraging her hands to hold onto it, her wails soothing until a wave of tiredness settled over her and she was asleep with pink cheeks and sniffles within just 2 minutes.

Shuhua had looked at you in pure astonishment, even though shed watched you be especially nurturing to omegas before, those in distress, discomfort, just a little sad or even those who you just sensed needed it but Leila couldnt even speak yet you'd just known and back to now, it fills you with joy and warmth that youd made the sweet little thing happy.

"When doesnt our Y/nie know best" - Soyeon exclaims dramatically, hand over heart for added flare and everyone laughed at her tease while you grew red cheeked and shoved in anoher mouthful of meat from the hotpot youd all gotten. Every friday night youd all go out for a dinner at the same restaurant in the area, a smallish one that just did the absolute best hot meals ever. You were exhausted every time but you kept it together throughout the day and evening because you look forward to this time with them, its rewarding after a long week and you cherish it. Absentmindely, the six always pick up on your needs, never forgetting to pick up the blanket from your office chair to drape over your shoulders or lap for that extra layer of comfort you just need after the day and they make sure your drink is always topped up, usher you into the middle of the booth between them and make sure you always walk home with someone even if youd tried multiple times to resist their fussing, they just know you, and they care.

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"Jungkook why have we just got a huge delivery of pillows, blankets and duvets?" - Seokjin asks over the phone watching as box after box gets piled into the entry way of their penthouse, utterly confused when he read the box contents on the top of each one. Its absurd, the place is already decorated.

"I just wanted them hyung..." - Jungkook quietly mumbled out, he cant explain it to Seokjin because it sounds silly, he just got an urge, he felt an itch and he scratched it. Seokjin was running his hand through his hair seeing more and more come through the door and just standing in utter disbelief.

"What are you even preparing for?! An apocolpyse? The biggest movie night known to man? Have you suddenly turned into a bear and not told us your preparing to hibernate for winter?!" - Seokjin rambles into the phone, words spitting like fire.

"Hey i get it, the place definitely needs to be cozier" - Jimin agrees from Jungkook's side of the line, adding to his purchasing choices and Seokjin just cant believe it because in what world would they need anywhere near this much?!

But whats the point in arguing when Jungkook already sounded scolded and sad, its been hard for them lately, theres no point adding to the stress. With a deep sigh, Seokjin just bites his lip and nods to himself, mentally agreeing with the new arrangement.

"Do you want me to arrange them or just put the boxes in your room?"

Just two nights before, Jungkook had been browsing on his phone when he saw a tiktok of an omega preparing their nest, so many blankets and cozy things and his body went on autopiled, he acted without a single thought for some reason and for the next three hours, he ordered every type of blanket and pillow he could find on the website the omega linked for their primary usage, of all different materials and sizes without much of a plan at all. It was also clearly out of place for Jungkook because he barely ordered anything in black, white or grey, more white than the other two but everything else was mainly soft pastels, a few brighter pieces here and there. Its odd, but he let it happen because in the state hes been recently, he just needed to do something that felt right and it also felt right to order it to the penthouse and not his personal house, so he did. He didn't want to explain how the urge clawed at him until he gave in, how afterwards he slept better than he has in a very long time because theres no logical explanation for it.

Except there is, Jungkook is instinctively preparing for a omega to enter their lives and he doesnt even know it.

Thank you so much for reading I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Hoping to get the next one out very soon xx

Please let me know what you think! My asks are open and I try to reply to comments as fast as I can

Side note, I watched Are You Sure for most of the writing of this, not relevant but I just did because I love it.

Mwah 💖

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Writing Post Masterlist

All my posts about writing - plus some I absolutely loved by other writers.

Masterlists by Other People (all good)

"Writing Tips Masterpost" by @deception-united - Deception-United has an incredibly wealth of resources available, far more comprehensive and detailed than mine. Go check it out!

"WQA Post Master Lists" by @writingquestionsanswered - Another fantastic and wonderfully comprehensive resource that covers damn near everything you need to know about writing. Genuinely one of the best free resources on writing that you could find on the internet.

General Advice for a Happy Writing Life

"The Myth of the Martyr Artist" - An incredibly important post, perhaps my most important one ever, that discusses why mental illness is a burden, not a benefit. I have no idea why this even needs to be said, but it does, apparently.

"Building Self-Esteem as a Writer" - Why you gotta be nice to yourself. You gotta.

"Identifying bad writing advice" - Warning signs that the post you are reading kinda sucks and you should click off.

"Advice to Beginner Writers: The Good, the Bad, and the Unpleasant" - How long it takes to become a good writer, what to focus on when learning, and why fanfic is such a useful tool.

"Mindset Shifts: Fanfiction -> Original Fiction" - What fanfic writers should know about deciding to take on original characters and stories.

"Defeating Protracted Writer's Block" - What to do when you find it impossible to write for days, weeks, or months at a time.

"Five Common Anxieties of Newbie Writers, Demystified" - Explorations of five mindsets that can set younger writers back as they learn their craft, including overcompetitiveness, overdescribing, and fearing they're "too old."

"Good Motivations for Continuing to Write" - Why it is crucial to have a passion for writing beyond fame and fortune.

"Extremely controversial writing opinions that will make you mad (but I'm going to say them anyway)" - Things you really don't want to hear, but need to be said. A bit of tough love, including the insignificance of ideas, the cold hard truth about how non-writers react to your writing, and the essentiality of having a well-rounded life.

"Why Mindfulness Is a Key Practice for Writers" - On the need to slow down and let our brain rest - plus some options that are categorically not sitting there in dead silence (boring).

"Writing When Happy" - Wherein I hijack someone's question to discuss the Myth of the Martyr Artist, why we might self-limit because of it, and how to do the impossible: write when we're happy.

"The Neurodivergent Writer’s Guide to Fun and Productivity" by @bookishdiplodocus - Excellent advice on how enjoying the process and reminding yourself that writing is supposed to be fun can help you stay motivated and productive, even when your brain is not cooperating.

"The Glorification of Self-Deprecation in Art/Writing Spaces" by @nicolkoutoulakiauthor - I've discussed before how crucial it is to have a healthy self-esteem when writing, but Nicol does it even better here. Nicol also includes some excellent reframing tactics so you can stay motivated.

Generalish Writing Advice (multifactorial)

"Signs That You Will Probably Finish Your Writing Project" - An analysis of the mindset that leads to results, and encouragement on how to develop them.

"'How Do I Start Writing?'" (Or; A Psychoanalysis of Newbie Writer Fears) - Inspired by the dozens of Reddit posts that ask this exact same thing, often with useless responses. So why do people ask this? I offer my theory.

"I Can Think of Ideas But Can't Write Them!" - A consideration of the many reasons you might find it difficult to get started on your precious idea-baby.

"How to elevate your writing style with 6 simple hacks" - Information about how to develop a prettier prose style, catch errors, develop good dialogue, and focus on brevity.

"How to improve your writing style : a 5-steps guide" by @writer-logbook - Especially great information on why reading widely is so helpful for your craft!

"Some Writing Advice" by @whispers-whump - Especially great discussion of why you shouldn't write what you mean.

"Practical Writing Advice Part 2" by @so-many-ocs - Does what it says on the tin. Simple, easy-to-follow advice that can break you out of writer's block.

"25 Prose Tips for Writers" by @thewriteadviceforwriters - I absolutely love the emphasis on sound and harmony here. As someone whose entire book series revolves around the magic of poetry, of course I think this is incredibly important advice!

"Pacing and Show Don't Tell" by @mylordshesacactus - Two for one deal! First, learn more about why pacing is important; then, look at some examples of the classic advice "show, don't tell." The post does a great job on breaking down what show don't tell actually means and what is not a violation of this guideline so that newer writers aren't confused.

Writing tools

"How to Build a Sustainable Writing Habit Through SCIENCE (Fuck Off, NaNoWriMo)" - Why NaNoWriMo doesn't actually motivate young writers and how to do better through a spreadsheet (yes, really, a spreadsheet). It also explains the importance of intrinsic motivation!

"'I've Outlined Too Much and Now I Can't Write!' (Or: the Double Outline Method for Overanxious Plotters)" - Some of us tend to go absolutely ham on our outlines, to the point where they're practically their own books. But then we also tend to not actually do the writing attached to said outline. Does this mean outlining is useless? Of course not. My method lets you have your outline and eat it too. (.... Wait.)

"'How Do I Make Myself Start Writing?' (Tips to Get the Damn Thing Done) - In this post, I provide a step-by-step guide to start writing, including a few tools to help improve motivation and concentration.

"How to Write Faster (And, Hopefully, Better Too)" - Eliminating distractions and forcing your brain to write is key to getting more done. Here, I explain how you might be limiting yourself by too much thinking and not enough doing.

Worldbuilding

"Stop Making Everything So Damn Complicated!" - Why fantasy (and scifi) does not need to be dizzyingly intricate to be enjoyable.

"How to Kick Ass at Worldbuilding" - I offer some suggestions on how to create a grounded and interesting world that will not bore your readers, based on real life examples.

"Grounded vs. Airy Fantasy" by @aethersea - Excellent breakdown of different levels of groundedness in fantasy and why it's important to understand your own approach.

"Fantasy Guide to Building a Culture" by @inky-duchess - Thorough and methodical analysis of what can create a compelling fantasy culture, including those things that many fail to think about when writing.

"Writing tip - Research" by @pygmi-cygni - Fantastic assessment of the importance of research, including for fantasy stories. As Pygmi-Cygni said, a lot of people claim that they don't need to do any research for fantasy novels, which isn't true! Any parallels to IRL need to be realistic, or you will lose credibility.

Plotting

"How to Use Chomolungma for Writing Adventure Stories; Or, the Plot Mountain Method" - If you're sick of saving felines who should really figure their own shit out, it's time to head to Plot Mountain. In this post, I offer you an alternative to the formulaic "Save the Cat" and "Hero's Journey" which also incorporates tension, characterization, and forward momentum.

"Avoiding Melodrama In Your Writing" - The most annoying all things: melodrama. My least favorite thing. Do not do it. I will show you how.

"How to Find a Plot When All You Have is Characters and Setting" by @rheas-chaos-motivation - This is a common problem for many writers, when you have cool characters or an intriguing setting. This short post can help you kickstart your ideas for how to create an intriguing plot that has built-in tension.

Description

"Remembering Perspective When Writing Descriptions" - Key factors to think about when describing other characters or settings from your POV.

"Description, Momentum, and Tension; Or, How Not to Bore a Reader" - Why, when, and where to put description so that people don't skip over it. Hopefully.

"Writing Notes: Seasons" - Each season has both benefits and downsides. In this post, we look at the negatives and positive aspects of each so you can decide how a particular season may strengthen your themes - plus some descriptions to help inspire you.

"Writing Advice: Spicy Mundanity" - Wherein I explain how to stop having boring descriptions by packing in characterization.

"How to Write Smut?" by @unfriendlywriter - Wonderful examples of how to write heartstopping smut.

"How to pull off descriptions" by @fictionstudent - Fictionstudent has a ton of great posts, both about film analysis and about the art of writing. I especially liked this one because it discusses how important perspective is for descriptions and the importance of filling in the details as a character would rather than just throwing it all at the reader at one time.

"How to avoid White Room Syndrome" by @writerthreads - Fantastic and focused advice on how to ensure you're offering readers just enough setting to help them envision the world.

Characterization

"Writing Relatable Characters; Or, Using Human Failures to Your Advantage" - Explaining how you can use character flaws and human needs to create a relatable character. Also explains the basic development of a plot, which is about equilibrium.

"How NOT to Write a Character" - Wherein I give you some examples of annoying characters we want to punt off a cliff so you can watch yourself.

"Writing Strong Female Characters" - Why you should give your female characters a secret goal, as well as how to avoid common 'strong female' stereotypes.

"Writing Compelling Trauma in Fiction: Dos and Don'ts" - How to avoid melodrama and create intriguing emotional wounds for characters.

"Quality Assurance Checks for Character Development" - Thought exercises that can help you differentiate characters, prune down unnecessary characters, develop true chemistry between LI and MC, and avoid having too many POVs.

"Developing Character Agency (Or; Cutting the Plot Strings)" - A discussion of character agency and how to ensure your characters are not bound by the narrative.

"Writing Notes: Thought Distortions" by @literaryvein-reblogs - Some psychological concepts you can use in your writing to add depth to characters.

"Questions about your character’s perspective on love and relationships" by @luna-azzurra - Excellent questions that can help you delve into your character's attachment style, what baggage they may bring to a current relationship, and how to create conflict through mentality.

"How to Write a Confession of Love," also by luna-azzurra - Perfect discussion of how to create tension, the utility of setting, not making it perfect, and including the other character's response.

Revisions

"Common Writing Issues that Reduce Readability" - Examples of fixes for four common issues: double describing, long sentences, overexplaining, and head hopping.

"How to Avoid Purple Prose" - A critical part of the revision process is making sure your writing is clear and balanced. In this post, I show a blatant example of purple prose and provide suggestions on how to make a more elegant passage.

"Differential Diagnosis When Your Writing Is Getting Worse" by @ariaste - Fantastic explanation by a professional writer about why you might feel like your writing is getting worse and what to do about it.

"How to Make Your Writing Less Stiff Part 3" by @physalian - Physalian's whole blog has some excellent advice, so definitely give it a look!

"How to Improve Your Writing" - Also by literaryvein-reblogs, this offers some excellent exercises to help with sentence-level issues, such as modifiers, parallelism, and details.

Publishing

"How to promote your book online : a discussion about social media (and few tips)" by writer-logbook - Great tips about how to get more interest in your book. I especially enjoyed the emphasis on patience and consistency. Writer-logbook has some excellent info overall about the nitty-gritty of writing, so I definitely recommend poring through their blog in general. (That's why they're included here twice!)

"A masterclass in how not to market your books, in one singular tweet" - Wherein I help you derive lessons from an abysmal tweet by an author.

"Mistakes I Made When Self-Pubbing My First Book (Part 1: Mindset Edition)" - I talk about how being delulu is not the solulu, that yes marketing is important (even if it is horrible), and how a bit of self-confidence can go a long way.

"Mistakes I Made When Self-Pubbing My First Book (Part 2: Presentation Edition)" - Graphics and covers and blurbs! Learn about them. Do not do what I did.

"Mistakes I Made When Self-Pubbing My First Book (Part 3: Ads and Reviews Edition)" - Why you have to get reviews. You gotta. And you gotta demand them. Shake those reviews out of your readers. You'll thank me later.

Specific Research Advice

"Assassination Methods Through the Decades: A Writer’s Handbook" by @hayatheauthor - A thorough review of different assassination methods, including a section discussing common assassination methods by region!

"How to Write Someone in a Wheelchair" - A group effort! This is a reblog chain discussing body language in manual wheelchairs, the mechanics of power wheelchairs, wheelchair propulsion methods, and a reminder that just because someone is in a wheelchair doesn't mean they can't walk short distances.

"Writing Research Notes: Caves" - Oh caves how I love them. Caves. Let me tell you about them if you want to write about caves. Blessed.

"Writing Research Notes: Horses" - A beginner's guide to horse mindsets, whether horses like working, approaching horses, how to ride, and tips on training.

"Writing Research Notes: Bipolar Disorder" - Written by me, a writer with bipolar disorder! This shares basic facts about bipolar, offers a list of symptoms you can use, and cautions you against spreading misinformation through poor characterization or myths.

"Writing Research Notes: Politics" - I provide a quick overview about governments and international relations, based off my suffering while getting an MA in International Relations.

"Stop Doing This in Injury Fics!" by @pygmi-says-hi - Discusses some common errors when writing whump/angst. The fever part was especially helpful for me!

"Writing US Military Characters" by @lookbluesoup - An explanation of the habits and mentality of US military characters. Many of these were quite helpful for my fantasy military characters, so you can get a lot of mileage out of these for soldiers in other militaries too!

Little Funsies

"What Painting Style Is Your Writing?" - A short exploration of different writing styles to help you better understand your own approach.

I'll be adding onto this as I continue to scroll through my old likes and, of course, as I find more resources.

[zorosangell]

hi! hope you had a wonderful holiday. i wanted to stop by and share a fic suggestion. could you write a story for zoro x f!reader? the reader is a strawhat and is the crew’s massage therapist. both zoro and reader have feelings for each other and are close friends but haven’t told each other of their feelings. zoro has a session with her and it turns nsfw. :)

⛥ﾟ・。 pleasures

synopsis: in an effort to get him to relax, you give your moss-haired boyfriend a massage, and get him riled up in the process... how else is he supposed to repay you?

cw: nsfw (pretty tame), tooth rotting fluffy fluff, lovey zoro, in-love zoro, tender zoro, sprinkle of jealous zoro.

a/n: i'm so lonely...

"(y/n), I told you, I'm fi—"

"If you say I'm fine again, Zoro, I swear to God..." you dismissed, using all your strength to sit him down on your bed like an unruly child.

It was a testament to your willpower, seeing as the man was incredibly heavy, and had been dragging his feet since you yanked him from the crow's nest

"Since you don't wanna listen to me, I'm gonna have to take matters into my own hands."

"C'mon, (y/n), I gotta get back to training," he sighed, trying to stand up. "I don't have time for this."

"Your weights aren't going anywhere," you stated, sarcastically, moving over to your drawers to grab your supplies.

At that, he grumbled, looking off to the side.

"You act like it's gonna kill you to sit down for two seconds," you sighed, huffing out a small puff of frustration.

"It's gonna kill us if I'm not strong enough to defeat the next enemy we come across," he countered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Zo, you're already, like, the strongest guy I know..."

"There's always someone stronger."

"That's not your burden to bear."

"With Luffy as our captain, it is."

"Okay, correction: that's not your burden to bear alone."

"Everyone on this ship has their own job. You do yours by helping the others relax. This is how I do mine."

Your expression fell, a slight pang of annoyance touching your chest.

He wasn't budging.

Rather than let his girlfriend give him a nice massage—an opportunity many men would jump at the chance of having—Zoro instead sat there with a pointed look on his face, you standing in front of him, lotion and massage oil in hand.

Quickly, you racked your brain, hoping to find something to get him to stay before he scurried back to his push-ups.

That is... until you found it.

With a sink of your shoulders, you let out a fake, defeated sigh, fighting off the mischievous grin threatening to rise to your lips.

"Well, if I can't force you, then I've got other patients to treat," you caved, turning toward the door. "I gotta find Sanji. He was complaining about his legs the other day."

At the mention of the cook, Zoro's chest roared to life with fury, the mental image of you caressing and doting on the blonde—or any other man, for that matter—making his eye twitch.

Before you could even take a single step forward, you were grabbed, roughly yanked back into Zoro's lap by your hips.

"You touch him. I flay him," he warned, brows furrowed and grip bruising around your waist.

"Little overkill, doncha think?" you raised a brow, amused.

"Not for me, it isn't."

"It's my job, Zo."

"And your clients are Nami, Robin, and Chopper. That's it."

"And you?" you cooed, innocently, as your finger came up to trace his collarbone, the flesh tensing under your touch as you pressed a soft, sensual kiss on his jaw.

He grumbled, a crimson flush rising up his neck and to his cheeks as he avoided eye contact.

Usually, Zoro considered himself a relatively disciplined man.

He often prided himself of his self-restraint and ability to abstain from certain pleasures for the greater good—drinking, fun, and rest being the first few on that laundry list.

You, however, did not make the cut.

The swordsman had come to terms with your presence in his life a long time ago, and came to the final—albeit embarrassing—conclusion that you were something could not do without.

The way you lit up every room you entered.

The way you naturally commanded respect.

The way you cared for him so effortlessly.

Being around you became as easy as breathing.

And who could blame him for wanting a deep breath?

"C'mon, Zo... just one little massage?" you pleaded, voice lowering to a sultry tone, one you knew made him agree to almost anything. "I promise it'll be quick... you'll be done before you know it."

Zoro couldn't help the extra beat added to his heart's rhythm at the sound of you, the swordsman internally scolding himself for being so pathetic.

'Dammit....'

He suddenly had the urge to lay down.

"Five minutes, woman," he caved with an "annoyed" groan.

"Yes!" you cheered with a giddy smile, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before crawling out his lap.

Although he tried to mask it, he couldn't help but be infected by your warmth, the feeling so potent that he had to physically bite back his own grin.

"How's that feel?" you asked, shifting the heels of your palms to work a little deeper into your swordsman's shoulder, gauging his expression for any form of discomfort.

Zoro let out a small grunt, eye screwing tight at the sensation.

"Hurts," he admitted, slightly muffled by the comforter. "But good... Feels nice."

Internally, you pumped your fist in victory, covering your tracks by moving to the other side to work the next shoulder.

You sat completely upright, straddling your boyfriend's hips as he laid face first in your bed, allowing you to work his back muscles without much of a fight—surprisingly.

If you couldn't tell already, this was about thirty minutes into his five-minute session.

But you didn't mind.

You were too preoccupied with your free show.

With his back turned, you allowed yourself to gawk freely, eyes greedily taking in the thick muscle that twitched under your fingertips.

His skin was perfect, completely unmarred by scars or scratches, while your seat allowed you to turn around and catch a beautiful glimpse of his ass.

He hated whenever you smacked it—said that it made him feel like a girl—but you'd be a liar if you said the thought didn't cross your mind.

'Goddamn...'

Suddenly, as if your body had a mind of it's own, you leaned forward, placing a feather-light kiss between his shoulders.

"You're so handsome, Zo, y'know that? I don't think I tell you enough."

Flush instantly burned up his spine, his face akin to that of a tomato.

Your compliments always came out of nowhere, and when they did, he had little to no idea what to do.

"I... you..." he sputtered, instantly wanting to throw himself out a window, "...Thank you."

You smiled at his awkwardness, moving to pepper kisses all over his arms.

"So strong..." you muttered into his flesh as you made your way down. "So brave..."

In your travels, you came across a large, serrated scar, taking a moment to give it some extra attention.

"So tough..."

You went on like that over his entire backside, whispering praises into his skin like they were irrefutable facts.

Because to you... they were.

No man in the world could ever compare to your swordsman in terms of anything, as he was easily your favorite person on the planet.

Zoro would do anything for you—a truth you were very familiar with—go to any extreme, cut down any foe, lay down his life.

Of course, you would do the same, but it wasn't like you could provide him protection as reassurance, like he did with you.

So you did the next best thing.

You provided him with pure, unwavering, and unconditional affection.

Abruptly, you were bucked off his back, the sharp yelp you let out swallowed by the lips of your swordsman as he caged you to the mattress.

"You fuckin' drive me crazy, y'know that?" he smirked, his knee slotting between your legs to press against your core.

You let out a soft gasp, the movement applying delicious pressure against your clit.

"It's my job, Zo'" you repeated, breathlessly, flashing him a sly grin.

At that, the man practically pounced on you, quickly returning to your lips as his hands slid down to massage your hips, squeezing and caressing them the way he knew you liked.

"So damn sweet all the time," he muttered into your mouth, the tip of his nose gently rubbing against yours. "Gonna give me cavities if I'm not careful..."

Desperate for friction, you ground your hips down against his knee, soft sighs of praise slipping from your lips.

"Zo... can't wait," you whispered in his ear, running your hands over his shoulders. "Been waitin' so long... need you."

"I know, baby," he nodded, eyes trailing down to your shorts as his hand gripped the fabric. "Gimme a sec."

In instant, your shorts were gone, having been torn off you with terrifying ease.

And your panties were quick to follow.

"Christ, (y/n), you're soaked..." he marveled, a cocky grin rising to his lips as his middle finger gently carded through your folds. "All this f'me?"

"God, yes," you whimpered at the teasing sensation. "Zoro, please..."

"Alright, alright," he caved with a soft chuckle, shifting his weight to tug off the towel you'd wrapped around his waist while you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your chest bare to him. "You ready?"

Fervently, you nodded, and he carefully lined himself up with your hole before sliding in, feeding you every inch at a snail's pace as a precaution since you had no time to prep.

As much as he wanted to take you right then and there, your comfort was his top priority.

His urges could wait—yet another thing added to his laundry list.

It wasn't long before he was completely in, filling you to the brim and then some.

"Tell me when you're ready, okay?" he assured, pecking a few kisses under your eyes and across your face to distract from the large stretch—and his debilitating urge to move. "Doin' so good f'me..."

After taking a moment to catch your breath, you wrapped your arms around his neck, staring up at him with a doe-eyed look that made the swordsman weak in the knees.

"M'ready," you assured, fingers toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

With a grin, he captured your lips, his calloused hand coming up to hold your face as he trailed kisses down your chin, starting to move.

"Fuck..." he grunted, working to keep his pace a bit more controlled than usual. "Gonna go slow this time. Wanna feel you."

"O-Okay," you gasped, eyes fluttering shut at his delectable drag against your walls.

He didn't like that one bit.

"Nuh uh," he shook his head, fingers squeezing tighter on your cheeks as his lips dragged over your jaw. "Eyes on me, baby. I wanna see you."

You whimpered, but complied nonetheless, forcing your lids open to greet the smirking, green-haired man above you.

"There she is..."

'Gods...'

You bit back the moan threatening to escape your lips, fingers tightening around his hair.

This man was going to be the death of you.

Encouraged by your expression, he picked up a little speed, keeping his thrusts purposeful and deep as he rocked you back and forth.

A mixture of grunts and pants flowed into the air as you both clung to each other for dear life, the shared air between you warm with passion and love.

Zoro groaned as you clenched around him, a sharp hiss sliding through his teeth as you threw your head back in a throaty whine, your nails digging into his shoulders before dragging along the flesh of his back.

"F-fuck, you feel so good—" his moan was caught when squirmed in place, giving him a better access. He nipped your neck, giving it a small lick and a kiss after. "Look so pretty like this."

You always adored how lovey and mindless Zoro got during sex, no matter the setting.

He always made you feel so special, so wanted, like you were the only woman in a world.

And if we're being honest, you might as well be, as the only thing running through the swordsman's mind at the moment—or at any time really—was you, you, and you.

His thrusts hit deeper with the new angle, forcing you to fight the roll of your eyes in fear of him stopping.

You were nearly there, already so close to coming undone.

"Zoro..." you exhaled, stomach fluttering as he buried his face into your cheek, pressing lazy kisses against the flesh.

"I know, baby. M'close, too," he rumbled, hand cupping your neck and pulling you closer to steal your lips once again. "We go together, yeah?"

You frantically nodded, humming with contentment as you kissed the corner of his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you.

Close wasn't close enough.

You wanted him closer than that.

You wanted him so close that you felt as if you'd die if he pulled away.

"Zoro!" you cried, a single tear slipping down your cheek as you arched into him. "I... oh, fuck!... I love you!

You creamed around him, muscles and walls clenching harshly on his pulsing cock as you felt his hips stutter, emptying inside you with a feral growl.

"I love you, too!" he grunted into your forehead, pressing a tender kiss against it.

After that, he stilled for a moment, still not removing himself as he looked you over, caressing your cheek lovingly as he admired your face.

You felt as if you were glowing, and from his perspective, you were; your hair sprawled out on the pillows forming a halo around your head, looking as if he had a true angel beneath him.

His thumb brushed your lips, his chest swelling with pride at the dreamy, enamored look he'd plastered on your face.

"Good massage?" you asked, cheekily, your hand rising to cup his cheek.

Amused, he let out a light chuckle, leaning into your touch before resting his hand over your own.

"Good massage."

[peterm4rker]

(𐙚⋆.˚) puzzle piece

⋆ 𐙚 ⭑.ᐟ [chenle x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 6.8k w. angs, swearing, mentions of a dead relative, i guess a lil depression talk! angst + fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

hey siri! play "puzzle piece" by nct dream on spotify

as I try to fit in a world that keeps getting bigger a feeling of emptiness and vacancy comes to me but I can't recognize which part is missing i didn't even know the shape would be like this

if someone were to ask, chenle would tell them all about how there is something fundamentally wrong with him.

if someone asked, he would tell them that he has always felt like there was something missing in him. something hollow.

an emptiness he couldn’t fill, even when he tried everything. even when he had the most amazing friends and family in the world, incredibly stable economic foundations for a 23 year old and millions of opportunities awaiting for him the moment he decided to actually take a leap forward.

it wasn’t love either, he had concluded. he had had flings, girlfriends even. but none of them satiated the thirst he had for something bigger. none of them made him feel whole.

it wasn’t like it happened overnight. he didn’t wake up one morning in his teenage years with a sudden hollow in his chest like he had been told everyone does. it was always there, nagging at the back of his head, getting deeper and louder as he grew up.

it never went away, he just learnt how to live with it.

luckily, he had the right people to help him bear it.

“dude, pay attention! they’re beating our asses!” mark exclaimed, pushing chenle’s shoulder with his own as his fingers moved frantically on the controller.

“don’t put this on him, you just suck,” jaemin teased, a sly smile adorning his lips as his eyes shone with the reflection of the big tv in front of him.

“fuck you!” the older boy responded, grabbing a pillow from the floor and throwing it to his face.

“that's foul play, you should be disqualified,” jeno piped in, grabbing the same pillow and attempting to avenge his friend. mark ducked just in time, though, and the pillow hit poor, clueless jisung who was foolishly trying to finish his homework in peace.

“all i asked for was a minute of peace,” the black haired boy groaned, throwing the pillow at donghyuck’s face.

“the fuck did i do?” the boy whined, hugging the fluffy weapon to his chest. “i’m so targeted, this is sick and twisted.”

“you’re sick and twisted,” renjun spoke, not looking up from his phone. still, he somehow managed to duck when the pillow was thrown his way.

“only when a bad bitch is involved,” the honey skinned boy answered, earning a loud groan to erupt from everyone in the room. “what? girls like it when i’m freaky.”

“funny, because you’ve always been a freak and yet you’re still bitchless.” jisung answered without missing a beat, so nonchalantly that chenle couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh.

“i literally get more pussy than you,” hyuck tried to defend.

“we should really check in with everyone you’ve been with, no way they’re mentally okay,” chenle spoke up for the first time in the whole interaction, his fingers still moving relentlessly on the controller.

“only reason they need to be checked on is because i fucked their brains silly,” the boy continued to defend, eliciting another groan to come out of mark’s mouth.

“i’m divorcing this friend group.” mark announced, letting out a deep sigh once the screen showed his defeat.

“but markie, i love you,” jaemin cooed dramatically, throwing his arms around his shoulders.

“hey! i’m right here!” jeno complained, trying to snatch jaemin away by his waist.

chenle watched the whole interaction with a huge smile on his face. the hollow was always there, of course;  imposing and dark. but it was bearable, even when all of that happiness seeped away the moment he closed the door behind his friends.

but as if we're matching the scattered pieces together we're going to assemble our own story

if anyone asked, you would tell them there was something fundamentally wrong with you.

if anyone asked, you would tell them that at some point in your life, a part of you was snatched away as if claws had carved it right out of your chest.

you could pinpoint the exact moment it happened, all those years ago when a bed you used to crawl up to after nightmares was suddenly left empty.

but time passes, some wounds heal. and you get used to the sting of the ones that don’t.

still, sometimes, the sting is too strong to bear; the hollow is too deep and too cold to ignore and you feel like you’re drowning even when doing the smallest of tasks. 

so you had to get out. you had to leave it all behind and go somewhere where the silhouette of a lost brother didn’t hunt every corner. 

it was terrifying to leave a place you’ve known your entire life. but it was also exciting, and so, so needed after years of grief. that's what you kept repeating in your head as you watched the plane land, at least.

it thankfully didn’t take long to be able to leave, getting an uber to the apartment you had searched for for so long. the building was prettier than i had looked on the website, and the place you would soon call home shone bright with the light of new beginnings.

at the sight of a blank canvas formed by white walls and empty furniture, the hollow shrunk ever so slightly; taken aback by the possibilities within a story beginning to be written.

somewhere in my empty heart a piece is placed i am you i just knew it when I first saw you

chenle had no clue what he was doing at jackson wang’s house at 1:27am on a thursday.

it had all started so calm; just a few guys going over to enjoy spending time with someone that had acted as a big brother to them for so long.

he should’ve known, really, because everything always fucking happened at jackson’s house. so now, because of his own naiveness, he sat on the living room couch trying to get a sense of what the fuck he was just doing that lead him to be that dizzy.

he looked around the room for a couple seconds, scanning it to find his friends that were definitely not in a better state than him. mark sat by the other couch, haechan literally draped across his lap as he talked to his friend johnny about something chenle was quite sure neither of them fully grasped, judging by the blunt that hung off of the older boy’s lips as he nodded. renjun seemed to be absolutely destroying everyone in beer pong as yangyang screamed around in excitement.

it took a bit more scouting to find jaemin and jeno standing by the door, surrounding a very entertained woman that seemed to not be able to decide who her doe eyes were supposed to be wooing.

chenle scoffed at the sight, the laugh dying in his lips the moment his eyes zeroed in jisung’s figure pressing a girl he had never seen in his life to the wall by the stairs. 

the sly bastard.

“i wish i had the guts to do that,” a distant voice scoffed right next to him, pulling his attention away from his supposedly harmless best friend.

“i’ve known the guy my entire life and i didn’t know he had the guts to do that,” he commented amused, moving to face whoever was speaking to him.

oh.

“well, he looks like he’s enjoying it,” you snorted, moving to face him and giving him what chenle thought was a smile pretty enough to be illegal. “hi.”

“hi,” he greeted, not allowing himself to be frozen in place like his body so desperately wanted. “i’m chenle, by the way.”

“yn, nice to meet you,” you smiled again, and he really needed a picture of you to prove to his friends that angels were real. 

“are you a friend of jackson’s? i don’t think we’ve met,” he completely turned his body to you, jisung and his exploits be damned.

“i guess i am, he was good friends with my brother,” you smiled, and he didn’t miss the glint of sadness that passed through your eyes, gone as fast as it had initially appeared. “but i just moved here, so i thought being at a party on a thursday night wouldn’t be too bad to socialize.”

“makes sense, thursday parties are always where you’ll find the coolest people,” he laughed softly, suddenly realizing how much he had sobered up from your presence alone.

“yeah, i can see that,” you chuckled, taking your legs up to the couch as you sipped on your drink. “they look especially cool,” you said with an amused smile, pointing in the direction where two of his best friends now laid on the floor, legs propped up on the opposing couch as they giggled away.

“yeah, mark has a really low tolerance to weed,” he grimaced humorously, not being able to conceal the fondness in his words.

“you know them?” you asked, turning back to face him and propping the side of your face on the back rest of the couch.

“hmh, i know mostly everyone here,” he smiled, allowing himself to admire the pretty factions of your face. “except the girl jisung is basically eating right now.”

his words made a small laugh escape your lips, and he realized he wouldn’t mind trying to be funny if it meant hearing that sound again.

“it’s always the shy ones,” you mumbled humorously, eyes scanning the room until you pointed at someone else. “what about her?” chenle followed your gaze to where a girl was currently trying to get renjun railed up from the other side of the table. “that’s ning yizhuo. lovely girl, a menace though.”

“hmm, and is that her boyfriend?” you nodded, gaze shifting at where his friend smiled fondly at her previous subject.

“god no, that’s just renjun…”

like that, hours passed until he had to make himself responsible for getting all his friends (or the remaining two that had not mysteriously disappeared and were still on the floor) home for the day. he couldn’t leave without getting your phone number, though. not when you had so easily clicked.

you're my missing puzzle piece finally it fits you fill up all of the wounds in my broken heart

it was normal for some days to be better than others.

everyone had bad days, and this just happened to be one of them.

to chenle, days like these didn’t come with tears, or even with sadness or annoyance. they came with emptiness, indifference and a feeling of floating outside of his body, looking down at the empty shell that was supposed to be his home above anything else.

his phone kept ringing from its place on his desk as he laid in bed, watching the first show that came to mind even though he wasn’t paying attention. the only thing he could feel was the warmth coming from the small body of his dog laying against his stomach, anchoring him to reality. 

it wasn’t until later that he finally decided to check his notifications, skipping around some and making sure to let his friends know he was alive and well, just busy; planning to go right back to his activities before a specific text caught his attention

i can already feel this is gonna be a shitty day

your text dated back to around five hours prior, making him feel immediately guilty for not having responded. even then, he could find himself smiling slightly from the way you seemed to be so in sync.

you guessed it

he didn’t mean to sound dry, but there wasn’t enough energy in his body to type more than that. the boy didn’t expect you to answer quickly, he hadn’t. but still, he kept his phone a little closer as he went back to his place in his bed. it didn’t take long for it to ring, and he would be slightly embarrassed to admit how fast he had checked it.

would you absolutely despise having a bad day together? kinda don't want to be alone rn

his heart skipped a beat as he read what you had sent. he understood how you felt, of course; he had felt like that a million times. what he didn’t understand is why you would want to spend time with him out of all people.

he had a million flaws, a million questions.

but he also had butterflies swarming around his stomach, making him feel something for the first time that entire day.

i would not despise it in the slightest, want me to go pick you up?

since when did he have the will power to stand up and drive?

nah, ill take an uber

also, do you like mint choco ice cream?

his nose furrowed ever so slightly. he knew you couldn’t be that perfect.

bring that to my house and i won’t answer the door.

the faintest smile took place on his lips at the sight of your answer.

i wanted to bully you about something, i’m getting cookie dough

so you were actually that perfect.

it didn’t take much convincing from his own brain to get up and take a quick shower, the need to look presentable in front of you seemingly greater than his laziness. right as he was finishing drying his hair, he heard a knock on the door. he moved with no rush to open it, not wanting to seem desperate to see you. once he did, though, he thought it was worth it to look ridiculous if that would somehow communicate to you how absolutely majestic you looked, baggy hoodie and pajama pants be damned.

“hey, lele,” you smiled, weaker than you usually did.

“hey, pretty,” he returned the gesture as he moved to let you in. “you okay?”

“not really,” you said with a big sigh. “but i have you, ice cream and daegal, so i think i’ll survive.”

and he really hoped you kept your word, because he didn’t think he wanted to spend another bad day without you.

before I realized it, you became my everything my missing puzzle piece

“dude, why are you so nervous? she’ll be here soon,” jeno spoke as he watched chenle look down to his phone again for what felt like the thousandth time in the last five minutes.

“he always gets like this when she doesn’t let him pick her up,” jisung sighed, watching his helpless friend with tired eyes.

“i just want to make sure she’s safe, and she normally doesn’t take this long,” chenle finally spoke up, going into your chat to see if he had missed any texts. he hadn’t.

“everything will be okay, she’ll be here soon. besides, i'm sure she's just excited to drive her new car,” mark assured, giving him a reassuring look that only he could ever manage.

just as chenle opened his mouth to speak again, the doorbell rang. 

“see, i told you.” the oldest boy smiled, pointing at the door to signal him to go open it.

chenle didn’t even say anything, rushing to the door while butterflies erupted in his stomach like it did every time seeing you was even a possibility.

once he opened it he was greeted with the sight of your smiling face, sparkly eyes looking up at him in that way that made him think everything would be alright.

“hey, pretty,” he smiled, ignoring the need to pull you into his arms and never let you go and moving to the side to let you in.

“hi, lele,” you smiled back, going inside before giving him a quick hug as a greeting. the contact was quick, not even giving him enough time to hug you back; but at least it was there. “sorry for taking so long, it took about three hours to find a way to zip this shit up.” you apologized, gesturing at the corset-like top that hugged your curves so incredibly beautifully, although barely noticeable under the oversized jacket you wore.

“it’s okay, how did you manage?” he asked amused, doing little to hide the ways his eyes gave your body a once over.

“i didn’t, hence the jacket,” you laughed, rushing to pull it down while making sure the top wouldn’t fall off and turning around to give your back to him. “help me, please?”

the sight of your bare back made chenle’s knees weak and his mind wonder. still, he moved as quickly as he managed to pull the zipper up, smirking softly at the way your skin prickled when his skin accidentally touched yours.

“shit, your hands are so cold,” you laughed softly, waiting until he was done before pulling the jacket back up and  turning to face him once again. “all good now?” you asked, raising your arms a little childishly as if you were waiting for him to evaluate the look you had chosen for your night out.

he took the opportunity to look at your body again and his breath almost hitched at the sight of how the top looked. if it looked good unzipped, he thought this new development was going to kill him.

“beautiful,” he nodded, looking back up to your face. 

“good, that’s what i was going for,” you smiled, looking at him for a couple more seconds before walking towards the room where the rest of your friends awaited.

chenle followed, smiling as he watched you greet them so comfortably. 

“yizhuo is waiting there with jimin, so let’s go,” you spoke, urging them up from the couch and earning a couple complaints, even when they obeyed regardless.

the night continued on once you finally got to the club, reuniting with the rest of your friends and setting a goal to get as drunk as you possibly could.

chenle decided to take it easy, though, not willing to risk anything happening to you, or anyone for that matter. 

he realized now that it was a terrible mistake, because maybe if he was drunk he wouldn’t be so aggravated by the sight of you staring up into eunseok with those big eyes of yours, doing little to hide the giggles that escaped your lips as he leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

he couldn’t help but stare, gripping the glass on his hand like it had personally pushed you over to the guy who was now placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you okay?” jisung asked, pushing his shoulder with his own to grab his attention.

“i’m done for the night, i think,” chenle responded, watching how eunseok leaned closer, your lips almost touching.

“let’s go then, i’ll drive.” his best friend nodded, always ready to be there for him.

“i can’t go, i drove her here and her car is at my apartment,” he sighed, tearing his eyes away when he really couldn’t watch the scene in front of him anymore.

“buddy, i don’t she’s going to need her car,” jisung grimaced. 

chenle knew he was right, and he really really didn’t want him to be.

“yeah, i know,” chenle nodded, feeling so incredibly defeated.

“let’s go,” jisung threw an arm around his best friend’s shoulder, walking him out of the building like he was a little kid.

in times like these was when chenle was the most grateful for having chosen the friends he had.

the fact that I have flaws and that I'm not perfect either made me feel smaller

it’s funny how life works.

well, how chenle’s life works.

when things went good, they were really good. he laughed, he joked, and he found himself forgetting about the huge hollow that hunted his chest. he was able to give his friends everything back and more, be the talkative and loud chenle everyone loved without anything holding him back; without making them worry.

however, when things got bad; he felt like there was no escaping it. the hole in his chest felt deeper than ever, like it was consuming him from the inside out.

the funny thing was that both of those feelings had walked hand in hand with your presence in his life.

it isn’t like you had done anything wrong, of course. you didn’t owe him anything, you never had. but he couldn’t help but feel like his soul was shrivelling and dying when you went over to pick up your car wearing what he could only assume was eunseok’s shirt. 

he had suddenly felt so little, so insignificant in a world of men that could ever want you. and still, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you paced around his living room, keys in hand while you told him all about your exciting night.

you weren’t doing it on purpose. in your head, nothing was wrong with telling your best friend about your adventures.

but he still felt like dying.

“and then i looked for you so you wouldn’t worry about driving me, but yizhuo told me you had left already,” you smiled, a sparkle in your eyes that he really fucking wished it was him who was causing it.

“yeah, i just didn’t feel like staying,” he gave you a tight lipped smile, nodding a little awkwardly.

“did anything happen?” you furrowed your eyebrows, stopping mid step and giving him a concerned look.

“nah, the music was just bad.” he shrugged, trying his best to ignore the flutter on his stomach at the sight of your worry,

“i know for a fact that you liked the music, you told me so when we got there.” you pressed, moving closer to him. “you sure everything was okay?”

chenle watched your face, not being able to stop himself from admiring how pretty you looked from up close. he couldn't help but think you’d look prettier if it was his shirt you wore, though. 

“you know you can tell me anything, right?”

and he was tempted to do just that. tell you everything about how he wished it was him kissing you at parties, getting to sleep next to you after having such a fun night.

but he knew he couldn’t tell you that.

“of course, but i promise nothing is wrong.” liar.

“okay, i’ll believe you this time,” you sighed, replacing your concerned look with a small smile. “anyways, i wish i could stay, but i made plans for brunch with the girls.”

he nodded softly, eyes closing when your hand reached out to ruffle his hair.

“i’ll talk to you later, lele,” you gave him a gentle smile.

“bye,” his own smile didn’t quite reach his eyes like it normally did.

but we can fill each other's gaps in between so we don't realize we're empty hello, long time no see, it's been a while

chenle laid on his bed, curled up beside daegal as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone.

jisung had left his apartment just a couple hours before, reluctantly leaving him on his own with his thoughts. he wasn’t having a bad day, but not a good one either. he was just kind of there.

that is, until a knock on his door woke him up from his trance. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he wasn't expecting anyone. he contemplated the thought of just letting whoever it was think he wasn’t there, but the knocking was too continuous to ignore.

“i’m going, jesus,” he mumbled with annoyance as he reached the door. he wasn’t expecting anyone, much less you

“hi, lele,” you gave him a tender smile, standing in front of him with a tub of cookie dough ice cream.

“hi,” he breathed out, ignoring the way his heart began to race. “what are you doing here?”

“well, i haven’t seen you in a bit, i missed you,” your voice sounded slightly unsure as you looked down to your shoes, and it broke his heart a little.

“i’m sorry,” he answered, remorse evident in his voice. “i just figured you were busy with eunseok.”

that wasn’t supposed to come out. he had gone over this exact situation in his head multiple times these days, coming to the conclusion that he should never mention eunseok’s name if you didn’t first to save himself from the trouble of listening to you talk about him.

“why would i be busy with him? that was a one time thing,” you said, genuinely confused. “and it was also like three weeks ago.  besides, i would way rather spend time with you, so let me in and let's have some ice cream.”

chenle felt so incredibly relieved by your words that felt as if he could cry right there. after all those days he spent wishing you were there with him, you finally were. choosing him over anyone else.

he moved out of the way to let you into his house, watching the way you moved around so comfortably, so familiarized with his space.

“you have to do your dishes, there are only two clean bowls.” you said as you began serving the ice cream, halting your actions the moment that you felt chenle’s strong arms wrap around your waist as he hugged you from behind. “oh, hey.” you chuckled softly, letting the spoon fall and turning around in his arms, letting him burrow his face on the crook of your shoulder.

“i missed you too,” he said, barely above a whisper against the skin of your neck.

“good thing that i’m here now, then,” you smiled, reaching to hug him right back, hand travelling to his hair to leave gentle caresses.

“hmh, really good,” he nodded, allowing himself to bask in your warmth for the first time in days. he would be embarrassed later, he needed this right now.

“wanna leave the ice cream for later?” you asked, your voice so gentle it was beginning to drive him mad.

“please, if that’s okay.” he nodded, moving away from you slightly and avoiding your eyes at all costs.

“don’t act shy now,” you laughed, poking his cheek to make him look at you before moving to put the ice cream in the freezer. “people won’t believe me if i tell them i made the zhong chenle shy and clingy.”

he couldn’t help but roll his eyes in amusement, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards his room wordlessly.

“go ahead, i’ll deny deny deny.” he laughed, watching your eyes visibly soften when the personality you loved so much started shining again.

“just tell me you hate me,” you joked, hopping onto his bed and focusing your attention on the dog that wiggled her tail excitedly. “oh, hi baby.”

chenle smiled brightly at the sight of his two favorite girls, drinking it in for a couple seconds before getting onto the bed next to you. “she’s my baby, not yours.”

you rolled your eyes in fake annoyance, pulling her closer to your body. “i am her mother, and there’s nothing you can do about it but accept me with an open heart.”

god, how he wished you knew he had deemed you her mother the first night he met you. 

“i guess i don’t have another option, do i?” he sighed deeply, not being able to conceal his smile.

“nope, not now that i know you missed me too.”

that day, something inside of chenle began healing, the feeling of your unfiltered affection weaving through the fabric of his heart.

this little piece I carried everywhere in my pocket to make it look fuller, let's stay together in a beautiful way because I met you now I draw a bigger picture.

“bro, it was not like that!” you exclaimed, laughing loudly as you pushed mark’s shoulder before making your way back to your place under chenle’s arm.

“it fully was! that was the first thing you told me.” he laughed too, pushing you right back, further into chenles body.

“okay, but i didn’t say it like that,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“yes you did! you looked at me all judgy like this,” mark nodded, giving you an overdramatic judgy look.

“not my fault that you can’t handle your weed, and it was also the first thing chenle told me about you.” you threw your friend under the bus, because if you fell, he would fall right by your side.

“oh, so it was your fault i was humiliated,” the oldest boy looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow.

“i think that’s completely unimportant,” chenle spoke up, his hand subconsciously caressing the side of your arm. “i hope we all remember jisung was literally consuming a random girl’s face when this was happening.”

jisung’s eyes opened wide, his mouth following right away to jump into his own defense. “she was not random! you’ve literally met her before!”

“that doesn’t make it better, you were still sucking on her face,” chenle annoyed, enjoying the way chuckles escaped your lips.

he would do anything to listen to the sound of your laugh, even if it meant ridiculizing himself.

“at least i was brave enough that night,” jisung mumbled, face red because of the previous accusations.

“ohh, shit,” hyuck laughed, eyes wide as he egged on the teasing that hadn’t even started yet.

“what is that supposed to mean, bitch?” chenle asked, obvious humor in his voice.

“take that as you will,” the youngest threw his hands up in surrender, making a subtle gesture between the two of you in the process.

“jisung is right,” renjun nodded, a teasing smile on his lips as he watched jeno and jaemin nod in agreement. “i think everyone but you got laid that night,” he continued on, gesturing at hyuck and mark as well. “except them, but there’s nothing new there.”

chenle couldn’t help but roll his eyes, attempting to hide the embarrassment he felt by his friends words, considering the only girl he had interacted with that night was sitting right next to him.

“and yet he’s the only one with a girl right now,” you spoke up, catching all of them by surprise. “so i would say he won.”

everyone in the room let out surprised laughs and soft exclamations, looking at chenle, awaiting for his reaction.

“fuck yeah i did,” he smiled cockily, his heart almost beating out of his chest as he pulled you closer to his body, tilting his head to kiss your hair.

“i’m actually gonna throw up,” hyuck said, fake gagging at the sight of his action.

“now you know how i feel when you and mark get all gay,” you joked, furrowing your nose in fake disgust.

“that’s literally homophobic,” jaemin teased, mockingly covering jeno’s ears with his hands.

“how can i be homophobic? my bitch is gay,” you quoted humorously, your hand going up to grab chenle’s jaw for emphasis.

“i’m literally not though?” he asked, confused yet still amused.

“so you admit to being my bitch?” you asked, a cocky smirk forming in your lips.

everyone in the room started fake gagging at the same time, making you and chenle let out simultaneous loud laughs.

more than having everything to never lose anything is more important, i realized it because of you

chenle found himself pacing around his living room once again, checking his phone every five seconds for any sign of life from you.

it wasn’t like he needed you to check in with him every five minutes, but you had let him know you had left your house more than half an hour, and the drive took about twenty minutes.

he was beginning to get worried, having left a voicemail already. he was dialing your number again when his screen lit up with a call from you, so he answered immediately.

“hey, what’s up? is everything okay?” he asked, his words sounding slightly exasperated.

“hey lele, everything is fine,” you assured, although your voice sounded softer than normal. “i’m kind of at the hospital right now, though.”

chenle’s heart stopped in his chest, fear immediately crawling up his throat. he didn’t even know what he would do if anything happened to you.

“what? why are you there? which hospital? don’t move, i’ll be right there.” he said, all too fast for you to answer his questions.

“i’m at NCU, a car hit mine on the way to your house,” you explained, sounding far too relaxed for the words that were coming out of your mouth. “but i’m okay, nothing serious happened, just hurt my ankle a little.”

“i’m on my way, please don’t do anything until i’m there,” he asked, already out of the door and ready to go find you. 

“i won’t, i promise,” you smiled softly, endeared at his reaction. “but everything is fine, lele, you don’t need to worry.”

“of course i’m worrying, you were in a car crash.” he pushed, getting inside his car to go find you.

“but i didn’t get hurt, so please drive safely.” you smiled softly, chuckling onto the mic. 

“i’ll be there in a minute, baby.” he spoke firmly, ending your conversation there without giving you any more room to argue.

you couldn’t contain the giddy giggle that escaped your lips, nodding even if he couldn’t see you.

“okay, i’ll wait.”

it didn’t take long, of course, considering the way chenle was pushing the speed limit the entire time. 

“yn! hey, i’m here,” he called, rushing to your side as you sat in the waiting room.

“hi, lele,” you chuckled, waiting for him to catch up.

“how are you? does it hurt? what happened to the bitch that hit you? i will go find them.” he spoke too fast again, cradling your face in his hands to look at you all over. he knew you had assured your well being multiple times in the past conversations, but he wouldn’t be able to find peace until he made sure for himself that whichever bitch hit you didn’t cause any serious damage.

“i’m okay, just a little, he’s fine too, and that's not needed.” you chuckled, letting him do whatever he needed.

“good, i’m glad you’re okay,” he let out a sigh of relief once he made sure you were unscathed, still not letting go of your face. “that was the scariest call i’ve ever received.”

“i opened the call by telling you i was fine!” you giggled, cuddling into his palm. “i’m sorry i scared you.”

“don’t be, i’m just happy you’re good,” chenle smiled, leaning in to leave kisses scattered on your face. that was new, but he really couldn't contain the overwhelming affection that had entered his mind with the fear.

“can we go home now? i’m starving,” you asked, smiling softly at the new development but still not daring to say anything.. 

“sure, pretty, let’s go,” he nodded, leaving one last kiss on your forehead before parting away.

even though chenle would always recall that day as one of the top ten scariest moments in his life, he’s also incredibly fond of the memory. everything you were involved with felt healing, even being scared.

you're my missing puzzle piece shining so bright you became a scene in the world that I always tried to fit in by myself just like I can't let go of your hand that I'm holding tightly my world can't be completed without you

“be careful with your foot, please” chenle asked softly as he watched you walk on the elevated side of the road, his hand instinctively extended towards you to give you support if you needed it.

“the accident was three weeks ago, lele, i’m more than fine,” you laughed softly, stumbling a little and finding his hand to hold you up.

the elevation ended, so you hopped off and tangled your fingers with his instead. chenle felt his heart filled with warmth as he squeezed your hand, enjoying the simple show of affection.

it had been like that for a while, with you two walking in the limbo between being friends and so much more. it was common knowledge that you had crossed a line, of course, but nothing was defined and no kisses were exchanged.

which, if you asked chenle, was absolutely ridiculous.

ridiculous because he was overwhelmed by the thought of kissing you all day, every day. when he showered, when he ate, when he worked, even when he slept. in all his 23 years of living, the need to feel someone’s lips on his had never been as overwhelming.

but something about it scared him.

kissing you would mean that there was no way back from the line you had just barely crossed. no way back from all the possibilities of being in a relationship with you brought along. you were everything he had ever wanted. being with you felt like being invincible; like he could overcome anything life threw his way as long as he felt the weight of your hand in his.

and it scared him, because he had never felt that way before. he had never allowed himself to dream big enough, never allowed himself to even dare to believe he could reach those impossible thoughts

but then you came along and believed it for him.

you pushed him to do everything he was scared to do. from the small things like sweeping out spiders instead of killing them to the big ones like actually communicating his feelings; he could do it all of it was you by his side.

and so, even when the idea of risking losing you was the most terrifying thing he had ever gone through, it was fairly compensated by the way your sparkly eyes stared at him in awe when he got a little closer.

chenle tried to wake up from the trance he had fallen into, to pay attention to whatever anecdote was flowing out of your lips. but he couldn’t, not when you were wearing that tinted lip gloss you liked so much. not when you were so close that he could almost taste it.

your attention was called when the taller boy stopped in his tracks, making you do the same and give him a questioning look.

“everything o-?” the words died in your mouth when he pulled you closer by his hold on your hand, making you stand mere inches away from him. “lele?”

he couldn’t get himself to say anything, so he did the next best thing. he used his free hand to cup your jaw, angling your head just enough for his lips to ghost over yours.

“sorry, wasn’t listening,” he muttered, his eyes travelling around your face before settling onto your plump lips.

“it’s okay,” you breathed, your own eyes mirroring his. “i like this better anyways.”

and that was everything he needed to push him over the edge. your lips clashed together in a matter of seconds, seemingly making fireworks explode around you like it was new years. the best part though, was that you fit together like puzzle pieces.

may we never lose each other my missing puzzle piece

if someone were to ask, chenle would tell them all about how there used to be something fundamentally wrong with him.

and for the first time in his life, he could tell them that he knew exactly what it was. the you-shaped hole in his chest, but not for the reasons everyone would think.

the loneliness that haunted him for so long wasn’t because he didn’t have someone that loved him romantically; not because he hadn’t found the person that fit him like a puzzle piece. 

it was because he hadn’t found the person that pushed him enough to work on himself, someone that was so secure in their love that wouldn’t hesitate to call him out when he shut down for too long, to reach out and make him accept that help without any buts.

although, contrary to what he would’ve thought before, that person wasn’t whole herself. she had big gaps, wounds that were not even nearly healed and much to work on. that room for growth was what made you so great, because you understood the hollow; you had one of your own.

and while the tearings were still being patched, they fit together like puzzle pieces.

chenle used to think that that was what you were. his missing piece, the fragment of himself he had been born without.

but it was times like these, when he watched you animatedly talk to the gravestone that laid on the grass next to the beautiful flowers you had brought, that he reminded himself that neither of you needed your cracks to be filled by each other. what you needed was someone that urged you to continue growing into them and fill them yourself.

now he understood that two pieces of a puzzle couldn’t fit together if they weren’t whole themselves.

𐙚 blue's corner ;; oh hi guys !! i come back with this fic as an apology for being so absent content wise these days, but anyway. this is dedicated to my pookie @spacejip because she deserves all the chenle content out there. also, this has nothing to do w the fic but am i the only one that re reads her fics? like i just spent an hour re reading delb and i giggled at my own jokes is this normal 𐙚 taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @mae3xoxo @morkiee @taroddori 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

© peterm4rker, 2025

[mvrdermeharder]

So in the wake of ch 294, i’ve been thinking about what’s left for Kaiser’s development…

Unfortunately, as i had expressed in one of my prev posts, i think his story has a very high chance of ending in tragedy (by which i mean death).

BUT, as he’s my fav trash boy, i’m not willing to give up on hope just yet. So i kinda want to ramble a bit about Archangel Michael’s history and iconography to find a leeway towards a better ending… and i’ll possibly do a deep dive in another post.

As i’m in the midst of editing… “deep dive” lmao as if this post didn’t end up as long as it did.

So basically, it’s a fact that bllk is full of christian symbology and references (mainly when it comes to kainess, to be specific), and it’s obvious that not only Kaiser’s given name, but also his appearance is inspired by how Saint Michael is represented in the most famous paintings:

Long(er) blond hair, androgynous facial features, wearing a blue tunic + often a red piece of cloth floating around him (Kaiser is permanently wearing these two colors on his body: red eyeliner tattoo, blue rose tattoo. Blue is also just his signature color in general.)

But here’s what i find even more interesting: Kaiser’s character is not only based on Archangel Michael, but it also incorpores a lot of visual elements that Lucifer is represented with (Lucifer is God’s ex-favorite angel, who CHALLENGED AND REBELLED AGAINST GOD, so then God kicked him out of heaven basically… you’ll likely know this angel by the name of Satan)

Now, the representations of Lucifer/Satan vary throughout history, with the earliest representations being in Egypt… so i won’t mention everything bc we’d be here for hours, instead i’ll just boil it down to only those characteristics that Kaiser and Lucifer have in common in SOME representations.

So, Lucifer/Satan is often represented as the most beautiful angel of all, sometimes in blue/red clothing, completely nude, OR in a demon like form: a goat-man with hooves, horns, and bat like wings. In the panel below, Kaiser takes up an anthropomorphic form (humanlike traits mixed with animalistic traits) as he immerses himself in his own malice: his legs and feet remind me of the hooves of a goat-man, aka Lucifer.

So despite Kaiser being a sort of reincarnation of Archangel Michael, his personality morphs into that of the cruel and sadistic Lucifer. He wants to rebel against God, he longs to cast his malice on the world’s football players to feel joy (just like how Satan finds enjoyment in tormenting humans), and in the latest chapter he claims that it was wrong to let go of his malice towards Yoichi, and that he should rely on his malicious urges to steal…

(For context, i’m using panels w the official translations, NOT the more widespread PO2 ones)

So now that i’ve explained how Kaiser takes on the characteristics of both of these angels, i want you to scroll back a bit to the paintings of St. Michael.

What we see in these paintings is the battle between St. Michael and Lucifer. We see Michael stepping down on Lucifer, in a complete victory. (The sword in his hands represents rightful justice, but that’s not very important rn)

And the way i see it, the manga might follow this story. But not in the traditional way of physical conflict between two bodies, instead, it’s an incredible internal and psychological conflict!

The great battle takes place in Kaiser’s mind, and if Kaneshiro intends to follow the famous biblical story, this conflict will end with the “defeat” of Kaiser’s unhealthy mentality (=defeat of his satan-like qualities).

Or at least that’s what I’m hoping for w this theory. I really don’t want to see my boy dead due to his fucked up mentality (Mick Moon theory… oh how i loathe u)

Paintings that i’ve used for reference:

Guido Reni - Archangel Michael defeats Satan

Luca Giordano - Saint Michael

Antonio Maria Esquivel - The Fall of Lucifer

Luca Giordano - The Fall of the Rebel Angels

Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino - (Little) Saint Michael

Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino - Saint Michael Vanquishing Satan

Francisco Goya - Witches' Sabbath

[shallowcloudz]

“Sect Leader Jiang, Wei Ying is both your left and right hand. You regard him highly, this we know,” Jin Guangshan began. “But it’s difficult to say whether he respects you, the family head. At least, I’ve been a family head for many years, and never have I seen a subordinate so arrogant about his achievements, or so insolent. Have you not heard what they’re saying — that the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng’s achievements during the battles of the Sunshot Campaign were all thanks to Wei Wuxian alone? Absolutely absurd!”

Jiang Cheng already looked incredibly upset to hear this, but Jin Guangshan shook his head and continued.

-Chapter 16, The unruly: part l, 7s

This quote is one that had initially puzzled me a bit and made me think about certain aspects of Wei wuxian's and Jiang cheng's relationship. The thing is that while Jin Guangshan was obviously lying about Wei wuxian not respecting jc and going around boasting, he might have not been entirely wrong about his accomplishments during the sun shot campaign; it isn't difficult to imagine wwx being the biggest contributor to the Yunmeng Jiang sect's achievements in the war and the one who brought back the biggest loot. After all the sect had been almost completely decimated just before the war started; we saw that jc was capable of recruiting some new cultivators in the meantime, but he could have never gathered enough people in such a short time to pose any real threat in battle. Wei wuxian on the other hand could take on entire armies of wen soldiers with his newfound ghost cultivation powers. So what completely baffled me when I read this was to realize just how deeply rotten jc was as a person for him to feel envious even over such a thing. That instead of acknowledging and being grateful for Wei wuxian's protection during the war and his contribution to the Wens' defeat he was jealous of it.

Adding insult to injury this wasn't by far the only time Wei wuxian has ever helped jc in a significant way. Even when you take the core transfer out of the equation, there is still so much he did for him and for his sect. Madam Yu always kept going on and on about how Wei wuxian would bring ruin to their family but it was, with all likelihood, with his war spoils that lotus pier was rebuilt so swiftly after the war. It was his prowess and reputation that attracted many new cultivators to the sect. It was through his skills that the Yunmeng Jiang sect was capable of catching such large bounties during night hunts. The Jiang sect was able to prosper after the war thanks to him. And it was through his involvement in Jiang Yanli's engagement and his continuous defense of her and her reputation that she was finally able to marry a Jin zixuan who cherished and respected her (for how little that lasted) and not be stuck in that kind of miserable marriage madam Yu had forced Jiang fengmian into.

Jiang cheng, I'm sure, is aware of most of these things, to some extent at least. Yet he's completely unable to feel grateful over any of this. To him it all doesn't matter. His classism, victim mentality and inferiority complex were so strong they completely warped his perception of Wei wuxian's character and actions. He never saw him for who he truly was. To JC Wei wuxian was just a bother, someone who wouldn't stop causing trouble and embarrassing him, a jumped up son of a servant who kept wanting to play the hero and kept surpassing him in everything. And in the end it was exactly this kind of negativity and spite that wholly eclipsed whatever genuine feeling of friendship he might have felt for Wei wuxian, thus shunning him out of the cultivation world and giving the Jin clan free rein to plot Wei wuxian's downfall.

[let-us-cultivate-our-garden]

What do you think of season 2 of arcane? i've seen quite... a contrasting reaction from the public when compared to the reaction that s1 got

[cracks knuckles] ok, first some context: I was, and still am, largely unfamiliar with the League of Legends video games, which probably colors my perception of Arcane as a whole. The first season was incredible. 10/10 no notes. It's a masterpiece of animation hands down. One of its many strengths is that it sticks to a self-contained story that does not require lore knowledge or even knowledge of who the characters from the games are. It's a character drama wrapped in a steampunk/sci-fi/fantasy aesthetic. It tells a grounded story that follows its characters as their arcs play out all the way through to the end. I love it and habitually rewatched it while waiting for season 2.

...And then season 2 came and it kinda went. I enjoyed the season. The animation, music, voice acting, all incredible and it's what makes the season a joyride. But that's pretty much what it is. A joyride. That grounded story and character drama was largely dropped for bigger stakes and it feels like the season lost the plot. You were invested in the Zaun/Piltover conflict? Let's have Jayce give a half-assed speech about working together to defeat a common enemy and give Sevika a token seat at the councillors' table. You wanted to see how Jinx and Vi's relationship developed after the bombing? Well, Vi says "my sister is gone." Until Vander/Warwick shows up. But they don't really talk about their relationship or how much they've both changed. They're just cool with each other know.

Did you want to see how Jinx deals with the fallout of killing her father figure and embracing the role of the Mad Bomber? Well, she kinda mopes for a bit. Finds a street urchin that magically cures her of her mental instability. oops, street urchin is dead. Jinx is depressed now. fun. It's not like the marketing lead us to believe that Jinx was going to be an actual antagonist, right?

right?

Now, I know trailers and posters can be misleading but come on. Season 1 ended with her fully becoming Jinx and I feel like she was more Jinx-like there than in season 2.

We got less of the sisters than in the first season despite being the emotional core of the story. Part of that is the escalating conflict and having far too many antagonists. We have Ambessa, Viktor, and the Black Rose and they all take up too much screen time (this last one was a huge ??? for me as a noob to the games. Actually, Mel's whole arc in season 2 was so divorced from season 1 that it feels like they just gave her magic powers just so she could participate in the fight). The other part is that when the sisters are together, they don't really say or do anything meaningful. The dialogue is rather boilerplate and there's no emotional weight to their scenes. It's just there.

That's really my problem with season 2 as a whole, it just feels like it's ticking off boxes to get to the big action sequences, and even some of those felt superfluous (did we really need a fight scene with Smeech? Smeech? Who the fuck is he and why should we care?). The funny thing is that, there are a lot of good ideas here. Jinx feeling conflicted about suddenly being seen as a symbol of the people? Awesome! Caitlyn falling under the sway of Ambessa as she mourns her mother and gasses innocent civilians in her mad pursuit of Jinx? Great! Viktor slowly losing his humanity and becoming the Machine Herald while Jayce struggles to right what they have wronged and get his friend back? Excellent! The problem is that they're all crammed together and don't get room to breathe, so everything is rushed and unsatisfactory.

When your first season ends with four people at a dinner table that explores their character dynamics and your second season's climax looks like a Marvel movie, there's a problem.

(also, side tangent: Silco and Vander's backstory was shoddy and contradictory. Making them BFFs with Vi and Jinx's mom was a bad idea. It cheapens Vander's decision to leave behind a life of violence and adopt two orphans. It introduces a plot hole that Silco wasn't around for the kids' childhood and makes that moment when he tries to kill Powder extra weird. PLUS, we have the ever lovely trope of fridging a woman and making her the catalyst of conflict between two male characters 😒

although this season did make me ship these two, so there's that👍)

(another mini tangent: I'm not fond of making a time traveling Viktor the one who gave baby Jayce the rune stone. That scene was one of my favorites from season 1 and the mage actually being Viktor just makes the world feel smaller and less enigmatic YMMV).

So there you have it. An overall okay season but one that pales in comparison to its predecessor.

[brucewaynehater101]

As someone who is partly deaf, I love that deaf Tim stuff. But hear me out for something that could work for either of them. What if on complete accident when both the Bats and Rouges hear about Tim's disability, the Rouges are the ones who do a better job with not looking down on Tim. Yes they add things to help him, like for Deaf Tim Joker would also use ASL as he monologs to make sure that Tim can understand him or with Blind Tim Riddler makes puzzle rooms themed around telling the difference in textures or he reads all the riddles out loud.

Meanwhile the Bats are. They *tried* ok? But they keep over compensating because they worry about Tim. Unlike the Rouges who don't pull their punches, during training the Bats do start pulling punches and going a little easier on Tim. Dick keeps trying to do things for Tim that Tim knows he can do. Bruce keeps taking him off cases that involve in person investigation. Damian keeps saying things about how all tasks should be left to him because clearly he's the superior one (if it's early Damian, later on when they're on better terms he wouldn't be as assholish about it but also keeps trying to take over tasks for Tim)

I'm really really glad that you vibed with the AU.

As far as your additions, I 100% agree. Having "good intentions" for people can still be harmful and frustrating. That's why, in these AUs, Tim tries to hide his disability until he's able to prove his efficiency. It's dealer's choice whether the Bats choose to acknowledge the evidence or are still doubting his capabilities.

I think the fic from the OG post has a scene where Babs, Cass, and Tim meet up to discuss the microaggressions they face from the Bats due to their respective disabilities. The sequel definitely has cute interactions between Damian and Tim. Damian refuses for anyone to treat his "rival" as weak or incapable. Peak siblings energy.

The funny part I find about this would be the Rogues accommodating Tim's disabilities just so they can defeat him. If Joker learned ASL for Tim, he'd probably research the hell out of how to look intimidating and scary while doing it (since, depending on Tim's hearing loss, Joker can't effectively utilize the vocal tone skills he's trained to be terrifying). Riddler would treat it as another puzzle and mental exercise (his Riddles would likely increase in accessibility for multiple disabilities as time progresses. He wants to challenge folks by their thinking abilities, not by their ability to test within the constraints placed on them. Perhaps, after his research and new implementations, he even starts targeting schools that unfairly places confines on their students [from both a socioeconomic standpoint and from improper accommodations]).

Anyways, I would love a fic that highlights some of the Bats' treatment of Tim and how not to interact with folks of different disabilities. Stuff like infantilizing, doing tasks for the person without permission, assuming what someone can handle, and disregarding them. It'd be cool to watch Tim try open communication (asking boundaries and what level of assistance the person desires) with all of them. For some, that's all that's needed. They have a clear guideline of "that shit was not okay" and the lines of communication are open for them to ask clarification in the future. For others, they listen to Tim, agree to change, and still pull that shit. I personally vote for Tim getting petty.

I feel like Babs and Cass would be the ones to understand the most that Tim can do anything he sets his mind to (he's so incredibly stubborn that he'd probably even be able to steal LexCorp from Luthor if he was motivated enough. He most likely even has plans already drawn for it ready to implement at any point). Duke would probably understand how others' perceptions of Tim affect him.

I also kill for Tim utilizing WE resources to bring aid and accommodations based on more specific audiences (such as how kids in the foster system, LGBT youth, and those with disabilities [both mental and physical] disportionately make up the homeless population).

I'm rambling a bit because sociology is a passion of mine. I'd get a higher education on the subject if I had the money.

Anyways, I love considering such perspectives in fanfiction. Let me know if there's other stuff I should add to this AU!

[chronicoverthinker]

Okay but like can we talk about how this tweet :

Shawn Levy talks about Stranger Things 5

“I’m going to direct a later episode.

People talk about mythology and The Upside Down, and all that is huge, but the magic of S5 are the characters who find sense of belonging with other and through that connection, become heroes”

It’s definitely about Mike and Will

I don’t know if you guys remember , but not too long ago somebody posted a comic book page about Mike and Nancy. In said page Mike was talking about the story and how it should end with Will being able to fight back , to be a hero as well and get his own justice.

We also know that ep 7 is probably going to be called the Paladin and the Cleric so adding two and two together it’s pretty obvious to me that Shawn Levy here is hinting at a scene specifically between Mike and Will.

And I think it will definitely be their finally much needed heart to heart. A serious one , where none of them are going to hide anything from the other. Especially considering it’s the second to last episode , we do not know how everybody’s condition is and how hard they’ve been fighting to defeat vecna. I do not know what kind of confession on Mike’side it will be , but it’s clearly going to be huge for Will ,making him feel like he finally belongs as well.

I believe this to be the case to parallel Mike’s confession in s4 , and show us that it’s going to be his love that will make Will strong enough to fight back and finally break this cycle of hatred and abuse created by Henry. Because I truly believe this to be one of the main points of the show.

Ever since season 4 we’ve seen how Vecna has targeted mentally weak people , forcing them to witness horrific visions about their deepest fears and traumatic experiences. He is a perpetrator of the abuse because he was abused as well. Mind you we’re finally going to discover why Henry decided to target Will as well , why was he the first choice ? Possibly because he saw himself in him , who knows. But even tho they may share similarities , what sets them apart is Will’s incredible resilience and kindness. And with the love of the people he cares for is going to make a difference.

He’ll finally become the hero e deserves to be :)

[livesworthlivingau]

Behind the Vale Chapter 19

ISAT, Two Hats, AND SASASAP spoilers this time! oh my! CW: Mental Spirals, very negative self talk.

New fit for Vale! Art by the always incredible @kuro-is-doodlin

[Nille gives an impressed whistle as you do a light flourish, showing off your new outfit once you arrive back at the inn you were staying at. The lightless coat and pants with darkless buttons, wrist cuffs, waist band, and tailoring around right chest section were incredibly elegant, striking in it's simplicity. Your usual gloves and boots complimenting it all perfectly.]

"Fancy, please tell me you didn't blow all our coin on an outfit again though."

"Of course not, Nilly~! That would be preposterous... It was two outfits~." [She simply responds with smacking her palm against her face, grumbling to herself.]

"Alright... looks like we're gonna need to stay here another day to earn some more..."

"Sorryyyy~." [You can't help but tease some, but she knows you'll do your best to earn it back. Her expression doesn't lift though, as if stuck on a thought.]

"Nille?... I-I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I can take care of it tomorrow if you want to rela-"

"Are you still avoiding them, Vale?... Are you prolonging this all on purpose?" [She cuts you off, causing you to freeze, your heart leaping into your throat. You hesitate, bringing your hands up to grip your arms in a bit of a close hug with yourself.]

"... I... I'm sorry Nille, I guess... I just wanted to enjoy this, as long as I could..." [Your words almost surprise yourself. You did your best to not think about the impending meeting, but it seems that subconscious part of you was forcing itself upon your actions. You look to Nille nervously, expecting the worst. Her expression is gentle, worried for you as opposed to angry.]

"Vale, this doesn't have to end. You don't have to leave when we find them... I want you to stick around." [She trying to take your hands in her, but you pull away.]

"I-I... I don't know if I can..." [You choke out, placing a hand over your mouth and trying to stop the tears from falling.]

"Why not Vale? Please, I just want to understa-"

"BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT MINE ANYMORE, OKAY?! THEY'RE HIS! THEY WON'T BE MY FAMILY EVER AGAIN!!" [You scream, quickly covering your mouth again. No no no no no, why did we say that?! What do we do?! She's staring at us, confused, how do we explain that, what can we-.]

"Vale... Just tell me what happened, please? I promise I won't tell anyone, and I promise it won't change what I think of you."

"... I've had both of those promises broken before." [You mumble out, sitting down on you bed and wiping the welling tears from your eyes. You take a deep yet shaky breath, slowly letting it back out.]

"I don't want to lose you Nille..."

"I don't wanna lose you either, Vale." [She responds quickly, coming over to sit beside you, placing a hand on top of one of yours comfortingly. She slowly brings a hand up to your face, the rough, calloused texture gently placed on your cheek, helping wipe some tears away. You suddenly pull away with a gasp, pushing her hand away as memories suddenly flash in your mind.]

[You're brought back to so long ago... the loop you finally managed to defeat the king. The loop just before you finally gave up, when everyone noticed you were acting funny. When everyone comforted you... When Mirabelle touched your face, and realized how much you cared about them... Tears begin to pour from from your eyes.]

"V-Vale?! I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to-" [You fall to your knees, cupping your face and sobbing. We could have kept going! We made progress!! Why did we finally chose to give up when things changed for once?!!? Wh-Why-...]

"Why wasn't I strong enough?..." [Is all you can manage to whimper out through your crying.]

"... Please Vay, I can't help if you don't talk to me..."

"Why do you think you can help me?! Why are you so BLINDING insistent?! Wh-Why-?!.... Why... Why do you think I deserve your kindness? J-Just leave already and join up with your family... leave me behind like I deserve..."

"Alright, fine." [You look up at Nille in shock, she sits there with her arms crossed, a serious look on her face.]

"If you want me gone so bad, and you think I'll leave if I know what happened. Then tell me. Make me leave. Prove to me you don't deserve having me around." [You pause, a flurry of emotions running through you. We can't tell her, we can't let her leave!... but we can't keep lying to her! She doesn't deserve this, and we don't deserve her... We'll never be happy, it won't happen, so why keep trying to fool ourself?... Let's just get this all over with.]

"... Fine... It's not fair I've been parading around like I'm worth anything anyways... You don't deserve to be lied to anymore." [Your face hardens, trying to hold back every emotion you can. You wipe the remnants of your tears once again, getting up to take a seat on the opposite bed from them.]

"I'm not... I wasn't some extra party member journeying with them... I was the Traveler. Siffrin..."

[krakapi]

I'm probably not the first person to say this, but I really don't understand all the hate Genmui receives. It isn't illegal, they aren't related, nor are they toxic.

The two main reasons I hear every fucking time as to why people dislike this ship are that :

A. They're too young

B. They only ever interacted once

Addressing the first part, that being that they aren't of age to be dating. That's false. Most teenagers begin relationships (although not long lasting) as, well, teens. Additionally, Genya (16) and Muichiro (14) share the same 2 year age gap as Zenezu (Zenitsu x Nezuko), an extremely popular, canon and hetero ship in the franchise.

Zenitsu (16) and Nezuko (14), do end up together after Muzan's defeat, and have kids, who then have kids, etc. However, before marriage, Zenitsu was absolutely in love with a then demon Nezuko. That's cute and all, if we just ignore the fact that Nezuko herself was turned into a demon at 12. Demon's don't age. Meaning, even if she was physically able to age herself, mentally, she is a young girl. Which, in itself, is kinda icky if you ask me.

As for the second claim, that being that they rarely had any interactions. Although in the manga it is indeed true that we don't see them talking together often, it's important to realize that Demon Slayer was a very rushed, short series. Therefore, it was very direct, and focused mostly on the plot. Aside from that, it is known that Muichiro and Genya are good friends with Tanjiro and company. It's displayed in this cute lil' manga panel :

(Zenitsu keep your hands away oh my god...)

They probably are relatively close, so it's safe to say that "behind the scenes", they hangout. Also, and not to bring up another canon HETERO ship, but Inoaoi (Inosuke x Aoi) literally have the same amount, if not less exchanges than Genmui. Heck, most people agree that them being a couple is random, no matter the adorableness. Listen, I don't want to pull the homophobia "card", but with the past two comparisons I've used, and the fact that Genmui is a gay pairing, it's difficult to say otherwise.

With that being said, I've also seen alot of people claiming that because Demon Slayer takes place during Taisho era Japan, these characters would be 100% straight, or even... homophobic. First of all, L opinion. Just because the society of that time was more openly against queer people, does not mean that they didn't exist. Many people of the lgbtq+ community back then did not ever get the chance to come out of the closet.

Second of all, the Demon Slayer Corps is known to be accepting of all people. You can't expect to maintain a secret military-like organization if you're too picky on who's joining. The most prominent and talked about example is Mitsuri Kanroji, who was praised by Kagaya for her incredible strength, which was deemed weird by society for a woman. As a Demon Slayer, you're basically reduced to a human sacrifice, ready to give up your life on a whim. Who the fuck really cares about what gender you wanna make out with?

Anyways, to conclude, Genmui is an overhated ship <3 If you really dislike it that much, you can sit in the corner and be miserable.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Time is like a river (and fierce deity is straight up drowning in him)

Fanfic prompt :The good old horror of time using the ocarina or someone else using it is well known

But I think that it could get worse

Like for example if time hands the ocarina over to one of the other links

As they can turn back time for essentially eternity if they can mentally keep up (or not it would still work)

Them dying doesn’t actually make a difference

If legend for example after a literal eternity of looping back dies

What even changes ?

All that changes is the fact that someone else might take the ocarina to travel back in time

Now wind or warriors or any other link gets to do the exact same thing

But this character hasn’t lived the same memory of the first one even if legend told them that he comes from the future they literally can’t comprehend his memories because they haven’t lived them he could never hope to tell them Literally EVERY single outcome of all his attempts that physically could not be possible/especially if we included genuine eternities of looping back to fix stuff like making a list is not possible if it keeps going on for eternity

This eternal loop might actually be much worse because if legend dies then time (the construct) would be at square one

And legend's progress on finding ways to escape the loop would die with him

Who ever takes the ocarina next only needs to die once to get legend to take the ocarina back and he will be back with trying already long done methods again and again (he could never know that he did them already because he literally hasn’t yet by this point he will eternally be set to a very limited amount of options he will keep retrying and retrying and retrying endlessly)

The true horror in time travel is the possibility that you can’t escape because even if you know you are in one , you could have tried every option to ever exist and you wouldn’t even know how many times you tried it you cannot imagine something new if you keep losing the memory that you have already tried the past options

Because for all people think time is linear they don’t act like it is

If we think we will change the past if we fuck around and find out…

IF the timeline truly was linear then it would have already accounted for the fucking around with it and by assuming that you could potentially mess it up you SEVERELY limit your understanding and options

A good example is a river that flows down a mountain

No matter how hard you try to push it back it will just keep flowing down and continue on it will carve into the mountain and have its favored path

Trying to stop it with a dam only stops it for a while… at some point it overflows and it goes back to linearly flow downwards

Maybe the patterns it takes change a bit when you put your hand inside but the water downstream literally won’t be affected by you because it ALREADY is down there

To stop the stream in a way that truly stops it like pushing all the water back up even if you manage it the second you stop pushing it upstream it will just flow back into the carved out paths and the water is back at the bottom

To take a different option is literally impossible

You can’t try something you yourself are incapable of thinking about doing

Even if you try for eternity you are limited by your own mortality

If you are trapped then you are trapped (if you escape then you never where trapped in the first place)

The options are incredibly limited in time travel every time you forget you take them again

But now comes the part… that is genuinely terrifying to consider

The way majora's mask is defeated would be literally impossible without some entity that remembers every failure

Because we tend to suck at games (nobody can play a game without knowing how it works without dying at least once )

So every time link dies he is back to his limited amount of options with no memory of every having taken them, …

But we aren’t we can get better at the game and figure out stuff

Like fierce deity literally takes several cycles to get even if you never die

But realistically you couldn’t have known better if you didn’t know the game in some way (be it reading up a guide or trying it out )

But how can link know to try something in different ways or order whenever he dies

Like changing quests and figuring out where to go is not something that you can do on the first try

We are essentially the entity who has a collective of link's memory (I like to think that fierce deity is a representation of this collective memory)

So if time has the fierce deity to tell him to take another option (by force or otherwise)

He can break out because he can actually take another option

He might not even know that he is taking another option but he certainly can do so with the fierce deity's help

While the rest of the links are literally toddling around like kids indefinitely

Passing the ocarina back and forth not gaining any insight on how to get out the timeloop

Instead of retrying a certain set of options over and over again in repetition

Time could eventually use the fierce deity to get out the loop

If the option they need to escape isn’t figured out during the first loop where a character has their memory still

It literally won’t be figured out by the next loop or any other loop

Honestly that collective would totally make fierce deity’s actions and existence horrifying

It would literally have several millennia of the hero of time’s memory of past attempts and failures

Be it time biting the dust day one in majora’s mask twenty times over till it made him figure out stuff because it has the experience to do better or time retrying during linked universe for the five hundred time

He might not know just how often he had done that but the fierce deity surly does

And it’s gamer rage is totally justified because how often can someone suck at the same thing with losing their god damned mind

We as players tend to get incredibly frustrated when we fail over and over yet outright living the situation that link is in would be a completely different kind of painful because fierce deity wouldn’t just be looking at the happenings

[dioslesbianwife]

Can we have a jojo villans x enemies to lovers kinda scenario? Preferably trandmasc reader thank you :3

yes absolutely- hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting

Dio

Dio sees you as nothing more than a nuisance at first, another weakling trying to stand against him. He underestimates you, but your resilience irritates and intrigues him. Every time you defy him, he grows more obsessed. It starts as a game of dominance, but eventually, he realizes he enjoys your presence, your wit, and the fire in your eyes. When he finally acknowledges his feelings, he tries to frame it as you being worthy of his affection, rather than admitting he's fallen for you.

Kars

Kars is annoyed that you keep surviving his attempts to eliminate you. A human, out of all things, daring to challenge him? He refuses to acknowledge any sort of admiration at first, but deep down, he can’t deny that you’ve earned his respect. The shift happens when you manage to save him (perhaps out of sheer instinct rather than any soft feelings). He’s perplexed, why would you, his enemy, do that? That’s when he starts watching you differently, wondering if there’s something more to this so called rivalry.

Wamuu

Wamuu values strength above all, and the fact that you continue to challenge him, even when the odds are stacked against you, earns his admiration. He sees your determination as honorable, and it doesn't take long for that respect to evolve into something deeper. Even before he realizes his feelings, he starts holding back in fights, subconsciously unwilling to truly harm you. When the moment of truth comes, he admits his feelings with no hesitation, Wamuu is not one to shy away from what his heart wants.

Esidisi

At first, he finds you incredibly frustrating. He doesn’t have the patience for defiant humans, yet he can’t help but be amused by your stubbornness. He’s intense, both in battle and in emotions, so when he starts caring about you, it hits him hard. He tries to dismiss it, but the moment someone else threatens you, his rage is uncontrollable. That’s when he realizes he doesn’t just want to defeat you. He wants to keep you.

Kira Yoshikage

You disrupt his peaceful, quiet life, and he hates that. You make things messy. But despite how much he tells himself he despises you, he finds himself drawn to your energy, your fire, your defiance. He’s used to controlling every aspect of his life, and yet, when it comes to you, he feels out of control. When he finally accepts his feelings, it’s unsettling for both him and you. But Kira isn’t one to give up on something he wants, and he wants you.

Doppio

Doppio is wary of you at first, always on edge, sensing that Diavolo sees you as a threat. He follows orders, but deep down, he doesn’t understand why you feel… different from the others they’ve eliminated. You speak to him like he’s his own person, not just a pawn, and that makes his stomach twist in ways he doesn’t understand. When he starts hesitating to fight you, making excuses to let you slip away, he knows something’s changed. He wants to deny it, to pretend he doesn’t like the enemy, but his heart beats erratically every time he sees you. And when you finally show him kindness, after everything, he’s done for his Boss? He’s ruined.

Diavolo

To Diavolo, you’re an unacceptable loose end- something that should have been erased long ago. He hates how persistent you are, how you seem to survive against all odds. But what disturbs him more is the way you challenge him, not just physically, but mentally. He’s used to being feared, but you don’t cower. Instead, you stand there, daring him to look you in the eye, to see you. The more you fight him, the more he feels something shifting inside him. When he realizes that, against all logic, he doesn’t want to kill you, it nearly drives him mad.

Pucci

To Pucci, you’re a distraction, a roadblock on his path to Heaven. He tries to ignore you, but your persistence tests even his unshakable faith. He hates how you make him feel human, how your words reach places in his heart he thought were long buried. You see the parts of him that he doesn’t want to confront, and that terrifies him. He denies it for as long as he can, but the moment he finds himself praying for your safety rather than his own goals, he knows he’s lost.

Funny Valentine

You’re a threat to his plans, an anomaly he needs to eliminate, yet every encounter with you lingers in his mind longer than it should. You challenge his ideals, making him question things he’s never second-guessed before. Valentine isn’t one to show his emotions outright, but the way he hesitates before striking, the way he lingers just a little too long when looking at you, it all betrays the internal conflict he refuses to admit. When he finally acknowledges his feelings, he’s all in, trying to convince you that you belong at his side.

Diego Brando

Diego doesn’t trust easily. He sees you as a rival, a challenge he must overcome. But somewhere along the way, he stops seeing you as just competition and starts looking forward to your confrontations. The tension between you is unbearable, sharp words, intense stares, lingering touches that last too long. Diego fights his feelings, but the moment he thinks he’s lost you, he snaps. He won’t let you slip away. Not now. Not ever.

Tooru

Tooru treats you like a joke at first, laughing at your attempts to stop him. He finds it adorable that you think you have a chance against him. But then you start winning, little by little. You figure things out too quickly, evade his plans too smoothly. And that annoys the hell out of him. But instead of feeling pure rage, he starts feeling curious. What makes you so different? Why does he catch himself watching you, studying your every move like you’re the most fascinating puzzle he’s ever seen? Eventually, that curiosity morphs into obsession, and Tooru has never been good at letting go of things that interest him.

[oh-no-its-bird]

For the Uchiha Houhua AU, how does he survive the massacre? I'm guessing either he uses his poison skills to fake his death or he does the 'actually I was a prodigy all along' thing in front of Itachi. Itachi spends the next several years being driven a little insane by finding this out about his old friend.

Also does Houhua incarnate as a baby? Because if so he was probably old enough to babysat by Obito. I feel like you could do something interesting with that.

On that note his relationship with kakashi. Like that's his little brother figures sensei, and he was a shizun in his last life, he knows what it is to be a good teacher and kakashi in the early series is not that. If he also knew Obito and knows that that's his eye in kakashi's head? Oof.

How much of the Uchiha eye thing does he get? Does he have his sharingan? Or the mangekyou?

Also, wasn't it cannon that part of the reason why danzo let Itachi let Sasuke live was because he was a moldable child? How does he feel about having a semi adult Uchiha still alive? I feel like Houhua is walking a constant tightrope of protecting himself and Sasuke and not being seen as a threat by the creepy old man.

THIS IS A WONDERFUL QUESTION!! I. Am not too sure, actually

I feel like it'd probably be him trying to fight back maybe? Faking his death absolutely sounds like the shit hed do tho, so hmm might put that in his back pocket too

Either way, Houhua vs Itachi 1v1 where they're surprisingly well matched sounds really fun I cant lie.

Mmmm, maybe he can 1v1 Itachi and hold up surprisingly well? Itachi is doing the what is this, how are you doing this, have you been hiding yourself from me this whole time?! routine as Houhua goes fuck shit oh my god oh my god I cant believe that worked oh fuck--

Then Obito fucking teleports behind Houhua and stabs him. Oopsies!

Houhua somehow survives due to genuine luck, and gets a hint about there having been more than 1 person at the massacre maybe?

Idk if thatd work tho. Mmmm so many thoughts.

I do think that no matter what, Houhua would have to be "defeated" in some way. Play dead for a bit. If he comes out of the fight having visibly won, it'll spell problems and set dominos in motion I dont want dominoing just yet

So no matter what, he's ending the fight face down on the floor

ALSO THATS. SUCH A GOOD POINT ACTUALLY SHIT, DID OBITO HELP BABYSIT HIM?? Houhua did reincarnate as a baby, tho I think there was some soft mental block on him becoming truly conscious till he was at least around 5 years old. So by the time he was conscious at least, Obito was already gone. Rip!

I think that Kakashi wouldnt be immune to looking at Houhua and seeing the reflection of another cry baby ninja, though Houhua wouldn't have any real memory of Obito (tho he might have heard ab him before, with some clan members comparing them quietly when they think he's not listening)

Anyways I need a scene where Houhua and Obito meet once Houhua is older and Houhua straight up says "You know, I never did get why people thought we were anything alike" as a clear insult

Rare Houhua w !!

I think Houhua has an unusually difficult time manifesting anything w his eyes just bc of the emotional walls he has up between him and everyone around him. He does not allow himself to feel deeply for anyone enough for his eyes to be affected, no matter how fond he may grow of them. There is always a wall between him and the world.

I do also however think that no matter how hard he tries to distance himself from the people around him, even having known for years now that they'd all die this way, seeing the people who he was raised around all die to the hands of a boy he might have grown fond of--

Yeah.

Not even he's immune to that.

So when the massacre happens, he'll at least get his sharingan, tho idk how man tomoe (and I cant really remember what is needed to gain each tomoe, so, oops)

I do think he'd have an incredibly difficult time manifesting his mangekyou, for all the reasons above, so if he ever does it'd be way down the line.

I also think it'd be super fucking interesting (especially from an outsiders perspective) if he manifested it somehow due to MBJ's involvement, since his reincarnation is wandering around here somewhere as Jun, and does not remember Houhua

Houhua has no explanation for why he cares about this man deeply enough to manifest the mangekyou. Sorry.

Also, Im ngl, as I write this I can totally see an argument for something along the lines of "well Houhua went through a fuck ton of trauma as SQH, so what if when he regains his memories around 5, he automatically unlocks his sharingan just through that remembered trauma? Then just keeps it secret for years until the massacre"

I think that could be interesting tbh, it would also tell a story all on its own ab his grief for his past life and all the people there. Smthn to think ab, idk

Houhua is a bit too old and way too clever for Danzo's liking. hHis one only saving grace is that, on the surface at least, he's a fuckin worm of a boy and has literally no achievements other than having survived Itachi

He isn't worth getting rid of yet, but Danzo has an eye on him, just waiting for a reason to potentially knock him off.

Good think Houhua decided not to go the child prodigy route!! Putting his own flaws and weaknesses on blast to all of Konoha probably saved his fucking ass with Danzo. At least for now, anyways.

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐎𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞… 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 [𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: maid!Blade??? x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, spanking, cokworming, delaying orgasm.

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

It just so happened that today is my birthday, so I decided to please both you and myself with a little yummy. I may have been on Tumblr not so long ago, but in fact I have been writing for quite a long time and it will never cease to bring me pleasure, so I'm incredibly happy that I can now share my creativity with others. This is the best gift I can imagine ( 〃▽〃) I hope my texts in english are at least a little closer to what I write in the original, and you don't experience discomfort while reading. Bon appetit!<3

— Everything is absolutely honest! We had an argument, or have you already forgotten? — you smile slyly, poking Blade's nose into his sad and bitter defeat.

He clears his throat, seemingly confused, looking at the menacingly red inscription «Defeat» on the screen of his smartphone.

— When did you learn to play so well?

— Ahem! — you're pouting. — How dare you, I always beat you. Well, almost…

— Did you play with the Silver Wolf?

Your lips open before you find something to say. His insight is so annoying sometimes.

— I-it doesn't matter! The main thing is that now you can start fulfilling my wish, as we agreed.

Blade sighs resignedly, throwing the phone on the table and crossing his arms over his chest.

— Just don't be silly.

— Hey! There was no such condition, I can wish anything I want.

Blade's lips pursed, his eyes closed, as he mentally cursed the minute he signed up for this stupid argument.

— Just don't even think about shirking your obligations anymore, justifying yourself by saying that your wounds haven't healed yet. I fell for it once, but it won't work twice! — you pout your lips and put your fists on your sides, giving your offended expression on your face a bit of severity. — So, I want to…

✧ ✧ ✧

— Where did you even get… this?

Blade discontentedly lifts up the hem of a long black dress along with a white apron, looking with disgust at the mesh tights hugging his legs while you are messing around from behind, helping him tighten the black satin bow on his back. You could have chosen anything as punishment, but he couldn't even think that you could ask for something so humiliating as to make him wear that ugly maid dress and tights that make him feel like a whore on call.

— I used to have to work part-time in a maid cafe, — your voice seems to darken from unpleasant memories. — I wanted to throw away this form, but I think I found a better use for it! — only Blade wanted to give you an understanding silence, but instead he lets out another exasperated sigh when you are overflowing with enthusiasm again.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice how Blade lets go of the hem of the dress with displeasure, again hiding his legs from your field of view. In fact, all this time your gaze was riveted to the muscular calves covered with mesh fabric. It seemed to you that… Sexy?

— And now what? — Blade turns around, angrily crossing his arms over his chest and seemingly looking away in embarrassment. If someone else were in your place, this person could have lost his head the second he voiced this humiliating request. But it was you. In fact, he is too greedy for your puppy dog eyes, constantly begging him to commit absolutely senseless follies, to which for some reason he continues to agree.

— Hm-m, actually, I wanted to arrange a real photo shoot for you, so that after sharing this treasure with Kafka and the Wolf! — you're really testing his patience. — But…

You stumble over the words when the image of his sexy legs, perfectly covered with vulgar tights, pops up in your mind again. It's ridiculous even for you. Initially, your request was just a way to tease your amazingly patient lover once again, but now you are desperately trying to fight the heat that treacherously spreads through your body every time you look down, unconsciously continuing to touch his back even when the satin bow has long been tightly tightened, elegantly emphasizing the curve of Blade's waist in an already tight dress. You glance cautiously over his shoulder, noticing how the black fabric hugs his chest, threatening to tear to shreds as soon as he takes a deep breath. However, you've always wondered how his own raincoat holds that muscular chest with the help of two pathetic buttons trembling with tension, but you weren't completely sure if your old uniform could withstand such pressure.

— But? — a low velvety voice, permeated with impatience, pulls you out of your thoughts and seems to bring you out of a deep trance when you notice how your fingers are gently pressed into the fabric of a tight dress.

— Damn, — you sigh softly, sitting down fatally and clinging to the hem of a lush black skirt.

Blade warily turns his head in your direction, watching you straighten up again, pulling the black fabric up to his waist and exposing a humiliating picture hidden under a skirt that he would like to never see again.

— What are you doing? — he wants to turn around and finally put you in your place, hoping that this will accelerate the approach of the long-awaited moment when this stupid outfit will leave his body forever.

But he remains motionless.

As if paralyzed, he sharply exhales air from his lungs when he feels your palms slide up from his shins, lingering on his muscular thighs. Tiny fingers press into tense muscles and Blade feels even more confused and annoyed. You're groping his body so brazenly, making him feel vulnerable, as if he's being blatantly harassed right now.

— I never would have thought that this dress would suit you so well… I'm sorry, I can't help myself, — you say breathlessly, while your fingers continue to possessively squeeze, massage and stroke his thighs through the stretched threads of tights. The tips of your fingers playfully slip under the thin mesh to feel the warmth of his body even more and explore every soft scar covering his legs.

Blade is distraught. Although you have always been the one who clearly dominates him morally in your relationship, physically he has always taken over, controlling everything that happens within your bedroom, and sometimes outside it. And now you've made him numb from the symphony of opposites raging in his chest. He wanted to grab your cheeky wrists and turn around, pressing your body into the wall behind, he wanted to dig into your lips with a rough kiss and remind you that it's his hands that should master every curve of your body, but he also wanted you not to stop.

Blade's chest heaves, threatening to tear the fabric stretched to the limit, as a heavy sigh escapes from his throat. One of your palms abruptly switches to his groin, groping for a surprisingly firm erection. His cock twitches in your palm, and your lips stretch in a smug grin. Blade remains silent, but if you could see his face now, you would be able to capture in your memory the most delightful aggressively embarrassed expression. He is literally shaking from the fact that his body reacts so treacherously to what is happening.

— I feel that you had to like it, but it should have been a punishment, — you rise on your toes to reach his neck, pressing your lips into the throbbing curve, leaving a wet kiss on the skin heated with embarrassment before pulling away.

Blade was almost ready to whine at the way the warmth of your hand left his hard organ, but instead his jaws close and he growls, turning around to you just in time for you to kneel down, climbing under the hem of a full skirt and pulling tights over his legs. He would have almost staggered back if it weren't for the grip of your hands, now pressing into his tight thighs again. Blade's lips open, threatening to pour out on you all the discontent swirling on the tip of his tongue, but he immediately swallows any curse that pops up in his thoughts when the warmth of your mouth envelops his needy cock. You dig into him so greedily, squeezing the throbbing flesh with soft lips, swallowing him deeper and deeper with each new movement of your head, ignoring any vomiting. For some reason, right now, seeing Blade like this, a passionate desire has awakened in you to make him moan sweetly to the wet sounds of your lips sliding over his hard erection.

It's so hard for him to breathe. The thick fabric tightens his chest tightly whenever he holds back another velvet growl escaping from his throat. He's so damn mad at you for making him feel so insecure and pathetic, but your narrow throat squeezes so deliciously around his girth while you recklessly take him whole, desperate to please him, that your persistence even amuses Blade. Right now he just wanted to see your face under that irritatingly long skirt, blocking him from any view of what was happening under it.

— Damn… remember that you brought it to this.

The muscles of his chest are straining to the limit, tearing the fabric that was desperately held to the last, finally allowing him to breathe and move normally. Blade pulls down the hem of your skirt, grabbing you by the hair and forcing you to your feet. His eyes meet yours, blinking in discouragement in response to his fierce gaze, as if you are a little guilty kitten who was picked up by the scruff of the neck.

— It seems to me that this stupid outfit has misled you that you can have any control over me.

— Ho-oh, wasn't it like that when you got turned on just because I squeezed your thighs? — you finally regain your former confidence by fearlessly mocking him. — By the way, although I have never worn these clothes, it was not necessary to tear them! – you look with sadness at the fabric that has parted on his chest, sadly realizing the fact that next time you will not be able to get him to wear this dress again. But your disappointment did not settle in your heart for too long when your gaze fell on the heaving voluminous chest, strewn with scars, which did not cease to cause this sweet heat in the bottom of your stomach, no matter how many times you had not seen it before.

— Shut up. You're going to pay for the fact that I had to wear these disgusting things at all, — Blade literally spits out these words before turning you around to face the wall, still painfully winding your hair around his fist. The air is knocked out of your lungs as soon as your chest and cheek meet a hard surface, and you gasp at the unexpected change of roles.

Your underwear instantly descends to your ankles, and the miniature skirt lifts up, revealing to Blade a view of your ass, the flesh of which instantly turns red from the lashing blow of his heavy palm. You flinch, and a cry of pain bursts from your throat when his blows are repeated over and over again, while his other hand releases your hair just to tinker with the fluffy skirt of a ridiculous suit. You can only hear the rustling of the fabric and the light ringing sound from his earring, swaying with each new blow. Burning with irritation and animal excitement, scarlet eyes notice the shiny moisture flowing down your trembling thighs. You've always been so greedy for any manifestation of his absolute dominance over your body that it's even touching.

The unnerving fabric rolls down on his belt and his hips immediately move forward, forcing you to press into the wall even harder from the delicious feeling of stretching and fullness when his hard cock easily plunges into your insides. Any hint of disobedience leaves your thoughts as soon as his hips begin to whiplash against your ass, forcing you to jump from each painful blow of his penis entering you all the way.

— Next time you'll think twice before forcing me to do something equally humiliating, — hoarse moans come out of Blade's chest as his strong fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass, holding you in place, tightly pressed against the wall.

You feel the knot at the bottom of your stomach trembling and tightening, bringing you closer to the edge of your pleasure. His cock tirelessly stretches your walls that are contracting around his girth, ruthlessly cutting into the cervix every time his hips move forward, making you feel a hellish mixture of pain and pleasure that drives you crazy. You can almost see the bright light blurring your eyes when his movements suddenly stop with the last deep thrust, leaving his throbbing cock in the depths of your walls spasming in the coming orgasm. The blood is wildly accelerating through the veins that wrap around this divine member, which cruelly stopped all movements, forcing you to feel pleasant pulsations that keep you on the edge of the abyss, but not allowing you to step forward.

— B-Blade, please!.. — you whine, sobbing softly and making pathetic attempts to move your hips, which are immediately stopped by his stone grip on your buttocks.

— What is it? — Blade's voice is laced with annoying complacency. — Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to continue?

— Yes!

— Then I guess you'll have to ask properly.

His chest rises and falls with each heavy sigh. He can see tears of despair welling up in your eyes as you squirm and squirm in his grip, trying to regain at least a little stimulation.

— P-please…

— What? I didn't hear you.

His heavy palm meets your ass again, pulling a pitiful cry out of your throat. You sob, transparent beads of tears roll down your cheeks.

— What is it? Are you speechless already?

One more blow and then his free palm wraps around your throat, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his gaze as Blade looms over you, gazing intently at the mixture of despair and pain painted on your face.

— Please, Blade, please! I want so much… I want to cum, please…

The moment of his silence, while he reveled in the way your voice cracked, breaking into sobs, lasted like an eternity.

— Good girl.

You didn't have time to realize that, it seems, Blade finally heard what he wanted, as his hips again set the same ruthless pace, crashing into you at breakneck speed. His earring swayed with a soft tinkle from each sharp push, merging with the sounds of his hoarse growl and your stifled moans of pleasure. Blade could feel your walls squeezing his cock tight again, resisting every violent movement tearing your insides apart. His movements became careless, the rhythm lost, turning into a blind pursuit of his own pleasure.

This sweet feeling overwhelms your body again and your nails are pressed into a hard wall in despair. You could feel his cock swell and shudder inside, and the hoarse growl breaks into quiet moans. With the last careless but hard and rough thrusts, Blade tightens his grip on your buttocks, immediately leaving bruises on your skin under the pads of his fingers before bursting out of your insides, leaving you to spasm around emptiness as an intense orgasm covers you. Your ass, red from blows, as well as the hem of the skirt crumpled on Blade's belt, are splashed with sticky hot streams of sperm. You go limp, kneeling on the floor, when he finally lets go of your throat and hips, catching his breath after his climax.

Both of you are breathing heavily, trying to come to your senses again. You lazily rest your palms against the wall, trying to get to your feet, and finally turn around to Blade. When you came up with such a humiliating punishment for him, you could not even think that you would ever see something as beautiful as what now appeared before your eyes. The sweat-damp strands of Blade's long bangs stuck to his forehead, misty fiery eyes stare at you from under heavy half-closed eyelids, his chest rises and falls in time with his ragged breathing, peeking out of a torn black fabric and a crumpled white apron that has slipped off one of his shoulders, and the skirt is still pulled up at the waist decorated with white spots, exposing to you a view of his semi-hard penis, slightly trembling in his palm, trembling legs and stretched mesh tights, concertina gathered at the level of his ankles. Now you are literally speechless, finding this sight so beautiful that it will forever be imprinted in the subcortex of your memory.

Blade sighs heavily before lazily sinking onto the sofa behind him.

— Now this disgusting costume is finally ruined, what a pity, — his lips slightly stretch in a barely noticeable smile.

His words seem to bring you out of deep hypnosis, bringing you to your senses again. You straighten up, shifting your gaze from his hips to his smug expression on his face.

— It's okay, I'll buy a new one for next time, especially for you!

Someday he'll just strangle you while you're sleeping soundly.