#x-division is nothing but love lmao

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

So request kinda if not just sharing my thoughts in general.

Alex. My boy. What if reader is a civ or even another soldier in a different squad and the whole thing with him joining Farah’s forces indefinitely. I think this can really lend itself to some angst and that good old misunderstanding. Kinda leaning towards civ!reader just because the more miscommunication. I guess it’d have to be an angsty ending though 😳, but regardless-

Love your writing and, as always, feel free to change anything or do whatever gives you the most inspiration

World Caves In

PAIRING: Alex Keller x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Perhaps it would have been better if your husband had died - at the very least you could understand that.

WORD COUNT: 7.9k

WARNINGS: Angst, misunderstandings/miscommunication, hurt/comfort, vulgar language, abandonment?, Alex being an adorable husband, fluff, etc.

A/N: I was gonna make this an angsty ending but I got my period and thinking about that made me cry so here we are, lmao. Enjoy, Anon!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

When you’d been escorted out of work by two uniformed men, you knew the news wasn’t going to be good. Sitting in the back of a large black car, you spare nervous glances as the vehicle jumps, its wheels going over the last speed bump. Your work building begins to become a fraction of a memory and disappears faster than your resolve. 

The men sit on either side of you, silent, and the only comment is to the driver as you all enter the main road. Swallowing, you part your lips and mutter, plain dread in your tone, “Is he alive?”

All you get is a glance from the front mirror and nothing more. You hunch more in your seat and stew in agony, mind far off on the topic of your husband. 

Alex wasn’t overly reckless, you’d managed to snuff most of that out over the course of the many years you’d expressed concern to him about it, but a large chuck of the blond was still too selfless for his own good. It was hard not to think the worst. 

From training to advising, your husband was always off on one mission to another, far from your quaint and quiet home here—where you waited day after day for even a sliver of contact from him. Alex specialized in so many things that trying to wrap your head around it was impossible.

Even now, you only knew the bare minimum. 

The soft-smiled man worked in the SAD division of the CIA. He’s an Operations Officer. Currently, he’s somewhere across the globe. 

Away from you.

Thinning your lips, you take down a deep breath and settle back into the seat, pulse flying. The men were obviously Agents—you’d looked closely at their badges when they’d first shown their faces at the front desk and had kept within view of your work’s security cameras just in case this was a ruse. When you could find nothing out of the ordinary, you had tensely asked them what was happening. 

They would be holding his dog tags if he was dead, you had reasoned, desperately, a flag. 

It was frantic, the way you had thought that up; how could you not be like that? Alex was the light of your life! With him constantly putting his life on the line, it was inevitable for him to get hurt, sometimes seriously. It was ingrained into your mind the way you would help clean his wounds in the middle of the night when the pain woke him up with a grunt stuck in his throat. The way you would sit half-asleep in his lap and re-wrap bandages while he told you to go back to bed half-heartedly. His hands drifting over your warm skin like he was cascading his fingers up and down the spine of an old book.

You never listened. 

“It’s late, Bug, I can’t keep you up like this.” His drawl echoes in your ear as you rub a heavy palm into your eye. Alex’s hands are both on your hips, squeezing the flesh just below your tiny sleep shorts. You have him sitting on the floor, back resting on the wall and shirt discarded to the side only wearing loose gray sweatpants. A long cut up his left pec is the center of your blurry attention—a wet rag held as you dab at it. Blue eyes narrow at you. “I’m just fine with doing it myself, y’know.”

“You’re being stubborn again,” you utter, the soft light of the bathroom placed at half-capacity to at least try and keep some of the veil of sleep over your heads. “I told you to wake me up when you needed it cleaned.” Your skin brushes his and Alex shivers under you, sighing breathily. “And you’re not keeping me here—I’m helping.” 

A small flash of that full smile, mustache flinching up, “Well when you look so pretty sleepin’ I can’t just shake you awake and tell you to fix me up.” 

You take your free hand and pinch his nose, yawning as he grunts out chuckles. A delicate glance is thrown his way as the rag lowers from reddened skin. Like a butterfly's whisper, you study his face gently; reaching and cupping his cheek with your palm. 

Alex’s lids flutter, heavy weight falling into you as if waiting for this—lips pressing to your inner wrist in reverence. You hold back a tired giggle and feel the corner of his mouth pull up when he feels it.

“All that talk, and yet,” pressing a smooch to his forehead you take your hand back and hear the grumble he lets out after, “you still like it better when I’m the one that’s working on you.”

“Can’t complain too much,” he admits slowly as his head leans back to tap the wall, “my wife’s hands are way softer than mine.” 

Alex’s grip on your flesh tightens when you sipe away the last line of crimson from the wound, tattooed arms flexing. 

“Sorry,” you whisper, watching his eyes slightly awash with pain. “Got caught on a stitch.”

“Ah, well,” the blond sighs, shifting “I suppose I can forgive you.” 

Laughing quietly as the house settles, you shake your head and rest your forehead on his. 

“Such a saint,” your lips utter teasingly as Alex smiles wide, his hands moving higher to your waist. You lean into him, stealing his warmth as your tired eyes flutter; feeling his thumbs run circles over the flesh of your lower spine. 

A content breath escapes you.

“Go back to bed, Sweetheart,” Alex whispers, lips brushing yours like silk, the bristles of his facial hair tickling you. “I can do the rest, promise.”

“Know you can,” your mutterings are barely heard, but the man seems to register them, sea-glass gaze incredibly soft. He chuckles at your sleepiness, one hand leaving your waist to capture the back of your head; weaving into your hair and gently massaging your scalp. You practically melt into him, limbs going slack, slurring out, “Quit it. Wanna help, Alex.”

His laughter shakes you, and with a huff escaping, you bury your burning face into his neck and lean into him, careful of his wound even in your fatigued state. 

“No offense, Bug,” Alex shifts, grunting as he easily maneuvers you until you’re laying in his arms, inked forearms under your knees and behind your shoulders with vivid images of grim reapers, snakes, and angels guarding you close. A kiss is firmly pressed to your forehead as the blonde smirks downwards, “But you’re about as helpful to me right now as an empty mag.”

You grumble, trying to disappear into his skin and letting him dig his stubble into your cheek. 

“If you bring me back to bed before you’re done,” you yawn and close your eyes, “I’m divorcing you.”

He laughs deeply into your ear, body shaking as he pulls back and sends you an incredulous look. 

“Hell, we can’t have that, can we, Mrs. Keller? I’d lose my damn mind.” 

It’s a long drive, and you worry through the entirety of it. A primal, whole-body-shaking type of fear. You’d built a life with Alex and loved him more than anything or anyone that had come before. Even if he was gone a lot, that had never dulled what the two of you had—your marriage was nothing short of something you would find in a fairy tale; flashing pictures on pages with vivid colors and tender glances. The very cover itself is made of the finest leather and inlaid with gold calligraphy. 

Please, Alex, you plead in your head as you remember his loving gaze—his back as he makes supper in the kitchen and hums to himself. Please be okay.

The men hold open the car door when it comes to a stop outside a very obviously abandoned apartment complex near the outskirts of town. You get out quickly. Looking around, you take in the overgrown grass and the broken concrete with a knife in your lung; holding back the flood of anxious tears. 

Though, confusion takes president. 

“Where did you…?” You turn to look at the Agents, but they’re already clambering back into their car and snapping the doors shut. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed you watch them speed off as a cloud of dust drifts into the air. 

Pulse echoing in your ears, you watch the vehicle speed down the road and disappear. 

Swallowing, you whisper, “What the actual fuck?” Turning in circles, no one else is around. A part of you starts to worry less for Alex and more for yourself.

They were CIA, you reiterate, I checked their badges—Alex showed me the standard ones. Could I have missed something? 

Expression nervous, you shift on your feet before your stuttering legs take you closer to the abandoned building, not really seeing much choice here. You could imagine the scene from The Wizard Of Oz—when the man pulls back the curtain and all is revealed. 

That said, you could really only hope that was what was actually happening to you and you weren't getting kidnapped or shot. Taking a deep breath, you clench your fists and enter the building through the open front door. 

It was in the wide lobby that you locked eyes with Kate Laswell. You blank, mouth parting as the scent of concrete and decaying furniture get stuck in your nose. 

The woman seems highly agitated, brows tight and jaw clenched. Her white blouse had been flattened multiple times by rough hands, lanyard swaying on her neck like Alex’s dog tags would. She holds a file in her hands; the paper bulky as if holding something more than just paper inside its manila clutches.

“Kate?” You ask, confused, “What are you doing here? What’s all of this about?” Taking quick steps forward you splay your hands as your voice grows more serious. “Where’s my damn husband?” 

You didn’t know Laswell personally, in fact, when you had first got a glimpse of her here, you’d forgotten the older woman’s name for a moment. The first meeting between the two of you had been at a CIA get-together that Alex had been forced to go to because of his position—some celebration because a group of ICBMs had been taken back into US hands after being stolen. Your husband had introduced you to the Station Chief over a drink with a hand on the small of your back.

But it didn’t stop you now from talking to her like you’d known her for years. Not when fear was flooding your veins.

“What the hell is going on?” You say harshly, glancing around the room for any sight of someone else here. 

Kate sighs heavily but wastes no time in speaking, her professional tone and serious face leaving your already fast-paced heart racing.

“Alex isn’t coming back to the United States.” Your eyes blank, staring into icy blue. She holds out her manila folder, jaw tight. Blunt. “He’s a deserter.” 

It’s like your entire being halts; your skin suit feels as if it’s sagging on your bones with the weight of a cinder block connected by hooks to the floor. 

What did she just say?

Opening and closing your mouth you stutter, lids blinking rapidly. 

“I…” Fingers flinching in the air, an exhalation from your nose sounds more like a wheeze. Kate watches stiffly, taking a look at the floor before returning her attention to you; emotion flashes in her eyes. “...W-what?”

“Keller deserted his post—I tried to speak with the Colonel but there’s only so much I can do.” Laswell takes a deep breath as you continue to go through shock. Alex wasn’t coming home? How, why? “He’s staying in Urzikstan to fight with the Liberation Force.”

“Urzikstan?!” You gape, but the woman continues. 

“For all intents and purposes, I shouldn’t be here, but Alex asked me personally to hand these to you.” Again the manilla folder is shown to you, but when you only glare and fight the fear and confusion rampaging in your gut a sigh echoes out and it’s placed on a termite-eaten side table. “Even communicating with you could put you in danger now that he’s gotten on the bad side of the entire SAD and CIA branches. This is all I can do.”

“What the fuck,” you whisper to yourself, hand coming up to capture your mouth. 

“If Alex re-enters the states—he’ll be arrested and tried in a court of law. If he’s not shot on sight for what he knows.” Kate watches you closely, shaking her head in pity. “I’m sorry,” there’s a strained pause, “but he’s made his decision.” 

As she brushes past you, leaving the folder on the side table, you feel your wide eyes well with tears—confused and horrified. But he’s coming back to me, right? Alex…Alex wouldn’t leave me here alone.

It was common knowledge that over the last years the blond had gotten more agitated at his line of work; the orders that he didn’t want to follow but had no choice. No voice. But he can’t just abandon you...could he? You’d taken vows. Had a happy marriage and relationship. Loved each other.

He can’t just…he can’t…

Your hands shake and you’re unable to stop them, gaze locked on that unassuming manilla folder. Kate pauses in the doorway, peeking back and seeing your sickly-looking face, the agony written in the lines of your forehead. Like the picture of a loyal wife being told her husband was never coming home. And Alex wasn’t even dead. Resentment begins to burn. 

But he made his bed. 

“He told me to tell you that he wouldn’t be angry if you wanted to leave him,” was all she said, a final knife being stabbed into your heart and being ripped out like a live wire. Electricity makes your back go stiff in an instant. “It would be best to never tell anyone that we met.” 

You were alone, full body shivers and bile stuck in the back of your throat. Cold sweat coats your palms, a sticky mess of your barebones disturbance. 

“He…” your voice is hoarse, bouncing off the far walls. “Alex left me here? He left me.”

It was easier to say that the sun had exploded and you were waiting for the last beam of light to incinerate you. Inside of your skull your brain pounds as, in a mad dash of desperation, you rush to the manilla folder and rip it open with vibrating arms.

Having Laswell tell you that Alex wouldn’t be mad if you…if you…the hairs on the back of your neck rise and suddenly you’re angry beyond a sliver of a doubt. It was insulting.

“Alex fucking Keller,” the paper opens to the bulk of your husband's dog tags and a flip phone—reports like his own personal file and the patch that he had once worn so proudly on his combat vest. Red, white, and blue dig into your retinas; it was old, worn beyond measure, but that little patch was something that was never removed. Not even to be cleaned. 

“The dirtier it is,” Alex had commented on the American flag patch when you’d offered to mend it for him, cringing at all the blood stains and dirt flecking off it as he slipped his vest off in the foyer of your home. “The luckier I am.” 

“I think the stench of it alone will frighten off anyone who comes near,” you had raised a brow, smirking up at him as he walked over, laughing. A kiss is placed on your lips, Alex’s bright smile transferring over to you as if able to spread from his mouth to yours that simply. You sigh dreamily. 

He pulls back with a tiny wink as you gaze up at him, cheekily stating, “That’s the plan, Sweet Thing. Gotta make sure I come home to you in one piece.”

You brush your hands over it and think that maybe it would have been better if he had died. Then you could understand why he’s doing this to you. Anger spreads into rage. 

Looking next at the phone and dog tags, all you do is shake your head and slam the folder shut, bitter tears tracking your face. You can’t read anything—can’t see his name imprinted on that metal that used to press coldly into your skin as you both slept in bed. You don’t care about the phone or the files. 

None of it mattered.

“He fucking left me here,” it’s like you’re a broken record replaying over and over again. “You absolute bastard, Keller!” Yelling, you press your fingers into your face, hands spreading over your eyes and mouth to muffle your enraged sobs. 

“You’re still alive and you left me alone.” 

Only the abandoned building echoes your pain; replaying it back over and over again as your wails echo around the lobby like a symphony of laughing jesters. 

—

The phone that Laswell had given you had been going off at least three times every day—morning, noon, and at night. You had stared at it with fury, knowing exactly who was calling even if the thing was displaying an unknown number. By now you had steeped in your anger enough that you had found yourself snapping at friends and family alike when asked if you were alright. 

You wished Alex was here so you could hit him upside the head for being so stupid. So you could hate him until you had the pleasure to love him again.

Urzikstan. 

You’d looked up the country after you had spent two days straight in bed, afterward manically cleaning the house with a glare that could light fires. The far-off place was a land utterly divided by war. Russian occupation, a terrorist group; the force that your husband had joined. Mass against mass against mass.

Brick meets wall.

And Alex had chosen to stay—without a doubt because he’d seen the dire situation and had used that damnable good heart of his to empathize to the max. Forget donations, humanitarian work, or anything else, the man had fucking decided to join in a Liberation Force. 

As much as you wanted to say you hated him; had wanted to slam your gold wedding band to the table with a good riddance for betraying you like that…you still had his dog tags around your neck, and the ring was still on your finger. 

“Too good for his own sake,” you grumble, shoving dirty clothes into the washer like they had tried to attack you. “Deserted the fucking CIA, Jesus Alex. Do you even think when I’m not around?” 

There were only so many times you could curse his name until you felt a deceiving needle of pride slither itself into your skull. You could describe Alex as many things but he would always be steadfast in causes that truly needed his help. He often told you that the best missions were the ones where he could do so much more than take out a target—he strived to help the individuals he met. Form bonds. 

God forbid something came in between the blond and the ones he’d chosen to give his loyalty to.

You slam the washer shut and stomp into the living room after starting another cycle. Stress cleaning was really not a good look on you—the entire house was without a single spec of dust but you yourself felt like you’d run seven marathons. Clenching your teeth, you go and drop to the couch, a grunt falling from your lips as your head hits the pillow.

Staring at the ceiling, you finally take in the utter silence of the house—not a home, because it could only be that if Alex was here—with a pained crease forming on your brow. The pipes spit water, and the washer grunted its mechanical garble…but there was no humming man making food in the kitchen. No blond hair visible as a head rests on your chest; your fingers playing in the locks that act like silk as you part them, the man on top of you purring. Body a weighted blanket.

“Was it really that easy,” you whisper to nothing, lip quivering. “Was it really that easy to stay away, Alex? I thought…I…” 

Eyes wrenching shut, you hear the phone right at noon again as it sits on the coffee table. And you let it. 

There were voicemails, no doubt, but you hadn’t thought to listen to those either. This small act of rebellion was all you could act on but for the simple fact that it also harmed you. Barbed wire steadily digging deeper as it kept your hands wound to your sides—neck plastered to the pillow as bright silver spikes glinted. You stare at the unknown caller who really wasn’t all that unknown and watch the screen light, vibrating over the wood in steady intervals. 

What hurt the most was that if he’d asked you to come along—become an Expat just for him—you would have said yes. You could find a new job, a new place to call home. Humanitarian work would have been at the top of your list and Alex…well….he would still be fighting, just as he always had. 

But at the very least you would have been there to clean his wounds. Together. You’d both promised on that altar to do nothing less. He could’ve asked. He should have asked. 

Alex…

“Urzikstan,” you mutter for what seems like the fiftieth time. When the ringing stops a few moments later the new voicemail icon flashes. Placing your arm over your mouth, you clench your hand so tight it starts to shake, whispering into your skin, “Fine. I guess you did make your bed. And…and I won't be there to lie in it with you.” No matter how much I want to.

You slip the wedding band off of your finger and place it beside the phone before turning and burying your head into the cushions; feeling more numb than you ever had before.

—

It carried on like this for three months. The ring didn’t move from the coffee table and neither did the flip phone; the file had all but been tossed in the trash as it sat teetering on the living room desk. You carried on as well as you could, all things considered. 

Work was a blur, going out with friends even harder to enjoy, and any enjoyment of hobbies or activities was dulled to an almost gray existence. Like a ghost, you wafted through experiences with dog tags and a withering appearance. Eventually, you just stopped going out unless it couldn’t be helped. You still bought meals for two at the grocery store out of habit. You placed blankets where Alex used to sleep beside you. You went to work. 

And still, the calls never stopped except for a brief pause after the first month. You’d thought he’d finally given up, but no. Back at it.

It had gotten to a point now where the device was automatically deleting all recent voicemails—too little space in the inbox. 

Angry curiosity was tempting you. It would be easy, you reason, to simply play the first message and listen. The worst part of it was that you’d begun to forget Alex’s voice and perhaps that was why, on that dead-aired Saturday, you snatched the phone and brought it into the kitchen. 

Firmly planting it on the counter, you stand behind one of the island chairs and glare, hands tapping into the wood. 

“I’m giving you three minutes, Alex,” you speak as if he’s still here, as if his form stands right behind you, head tilted like a damn dog with that infectious smile and those sea-glass eyes. “Three minutes,” your fingers snap the device open and you go to your voicemails; jaw tight, “and if you don’t hear you groveling, Keller, I’m deleting all of them and chucking this phone into the sink.” 

You go down the line to the very first message, small buttons clicking, and before you can stop yourself you press play.

It begins with a small moment of silence. A cough. 

“Hey,” he says your first name, not one of your epithets. Your brows deepen their annoyed furrow, but you can’t help the uptick in your heart rate. Inside your flesh, the sinews of your throat close in on itself like a balloon. “I…I’m guessin’ I have a good enough ass-kicking waiting for me since you didn’t answer.” A strained laugh before another pause. You feel acidic tears boil behind your lids. “I’m not surprised—not really. Done some stupid things but never something like this.” You can hear him shake his head, voice going lower in defiance. “But they were asking me to leave Urzikstan in a worse place than when I entered it. This Liberation Force, Bug, it…they’re good people and what they’re asking me to do…” Alex huffs, growling under his throat. “I can’t stand by that. The man you chose to marry, he can’t stand by that. They need me here. I’m not asking you to not be angry—to not hate me for this. I know I damn well deserve it.”

You let your tears hit the counter, head slightly bowing over. That was your Alex. 

“You need a leash,” your strained voice hits the walls, bouncing off picture frames and your husband's cooking utensils. The small pieces that make up the whole picture frame of your life. “God,” you huff wetly, “you’re going to get yourself killed.”

“I know I should have talked to you first, figured out some plan. But, uh,” Alex’s throat gets choked up, and you snap a hand to your mouth when you realize he’s close to tears. He clears his throat. “Hell, I should have done a lot of things, Sweetheart.” 

You can hear shouts in the background, calls in Arabic. The pounding of a door and a woman’s voice.

“Alex, we need to move! Everyone is ready—Barkov’s lab cannot be left standing a moment longer.” The hurried hand to the line muffles the words, but you hear him anyway.

“Affirmative!” He comes back. “I don’t have time to explain more, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for… everything. I’d understand if you don’t use the passport Laswell’ll give you, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to stop calling.” Alex laughs and your face freezes.

“Passport?”

“What kind of Husband would I be if I just let the most perfect woman in the world go without a fight, huh? I’ll be waiting until you call to tell me to shut the hell up and leave you alone or that you’re down in the airport waiting.” There’s a large sound of combat vests being clicked on—pistols being situated into holsters and a rifle strap slipped over a chest. Alex suddenly pauses and you stare at the phone blankly. “I know this is a big ask, Doll, and I know I’m horrible for even springin’ this on you when I’m half a world away from our bed. But I had to try, even if it was selfish. I just…I just really need to hear your voice telling me if I’m an idiot or not for thinking this up. Call me back soon…or when you run out of my clothes to burn in the firepit out back…I love you, okay? More…more than anything.” 

There’s a minute or two of nothing, just Alex’s ragged breathing, and then there’s an older man’s voice ordering him to hurry up. The line clicks. 

Your ears ring as it does, wide eyes dripping tears from your bottom lashes as your lungs chill over. Hand slowly flinching out, you ghost over the keys before clicking on the following voicemail. As it plays, your feet start to take you backward at a snail's pace, your spine flattering against the wall as blood drains to your feet. 

“Hey, it’s me again. I still haven’t heard from you—that’s alright. Take your time.” Steadying yourself with a hand, you look out of the kitchen and get a glimpse of the manila folder on the desk, its tan hide sucking you in. Pulse in your throat, you rush out to grab it as Alex’s voice echoes. “I know Laswell gave you the file, I trust her that much at least.” A sigh. “But even if it’s just to yell at me, please pick up the phone soon. Let me save some of my dignity and give me a chance to beg on an open line, huh, Sweetheart…? But I guess that’s all—gotta go. I love you.” 

You don’t play the next message because you’re ripping open the file with rabid hands, seeing exactly as you had when Laswell left it for you. Alex’s mission report; his patch. The dog tags around your neck clink together like a song, some brutal rhythm. 

“Passport?” Grasping the mission report you pick it up, flipping through the multiple pages of blacked-out words and more confused than ever. “Airport?” 

The words come out as whimpers, hands so shaky that the pages slip from your fingers. They slam to the floor in a flurry of bond paper and you curse loudly, snatching for the remnants futilely. Grasping on your hands and knees hitches build in your breath as your fingers dance rapidly before they slip across something distinctly not paper. 

Small, tiny, and blue. Laminate. 

Your very blood seems to stop in your veins. Pushing back one last piece of paper, you come face to face with a singular American passport. Gasping down mute breaths and licking your lips, you pick it up lightly, leaning back on your legs as if you’d just slammed your head into the concrete. 

“Alex…” you whisper to no one. 

Flipping the hard cover open, a small, palm-sized piece of paper slips out to your lap as your own face stares at you in image form. You blink for a moment before going to take the note and separate the ends. Formal script is inside, stiff lettering. Not your husband's handwriting, but you didn’t have to guess who’d written out these directions for you. 

Laswell.

There was a destination in fountain pen ink—an airport near the Urzikstanian and Georgian border. Seeing as Urzikstan was on the travel-ban list due to the turbulence of the government and terrorist threats, you wouldn’t be able to get there directly. 

But you supposed Kate had your back for that too. 

Georgian safehouse - wait for Keller there. It’s secure. More directions and then a small gap. A pause. Good luck.

You don’t know how long you stare at that paper—that passport. The first thing you think about is how could Alex ask you to do this. Uproot yourself with the snap of a finger. You wouldn’t be able to bring anything beyond what could fit in a few suitcases. No furniture, no large amount of clothes, or even sentimental items. You’d have to quit your job; leave behind family and friends to travel to a war-torn country.

But he’d said it was your choice, and he wouldn’t push you to make it. He’d said you could leave him if you wanted—keep all of this that you’d built here.

…But you’d built it together, hadn’t you? 

You think of Alex’s bright smile and his mustache. His tattoos. How he’d hold you so tight in the long hours of sleep that you half-believed he thought you’d disappear if he didn���t; nuzzling his nose into the back of your head and grumbling out nonsense. The way you could trace his scars and watch as he willingly submitted to your praise, delicate lips curving into sheepish grins as you place soft kisses on the raised skin. Red cheeks.

This place wasn’t a home without Alex in it.

You look over at the coffee table and lock onto the gold of your wedding band.

—

Getting into Georgia was a long affair of paperwork and screenings—not days but months of legal jargon that Alex had dodged entirely because of his desertion. By the time you’d landed in country, you were wholly exhausted down to the very marrow of your bones. You get through the checkpoints, pick up your bags, and look out at the entirely new world outside of the airport’s windows. 

“Okay,” you swallow saliva and nod carefully before looking down at Laswell’s directions to the safehouse. 

You slip the paper into your pocket after memorizing the address, tips of your fingers brushing the smooth surface of the flip phone. Clenching your eyes shut, you take your hand back out and go to try and hire a driver. You were here, but that doesn’t mean all of this was forgiven. 

After you find someone able to drive you to where you need to go, you end up standing with a quaint hostel ahead of you, home far behind. Gazing slightly nervous at the strange place you’ve found yourself, you think of Alex’s hand on the small of your back and sigh; caressing the cool metal of the ring around your finger. 

Walking forward, you hitch your bags over your shoulders and grit your teeth against the hot sun. When you meet the owner at the front desk you state your name and ask for a bed. 

The man’s eyes widen for a moment before he looks at something on his countertop, raising a brow in thought. Grabbing at a stack of papers he holds up a finger and begins digging. Too tired and overwhelmed to ask what was wrong, you just watch and rub at your face. 

“Ah,” the man snaps his fingers and laughs to himself, “here it is! I knew I had placed the note somewhere, Mrs. Keller.” You blink, confused, but the man just takes a key from the wall and motions for you to follow. Sparing a glance around for a moment, you slowly slink after, not really having a choice.

“I remember your Husband coming to me—the blond with the tattoos.” The owner looks back, making sure you’re following. He motions to his right side with splayed fingers. “Scars on the side of his head, to reserve a room.”  

Alex was here? How much had he done already pertaining to the chance that you would show up? 

“Y-yeah,” you chuckle stiffly, “that was him. Sorry for being so long I was…preoccupied.”

“You’re lucky he kept up on payments,” the man grumbles, opening a door with the key and motioning you inside. “My pleasure to finally have you, regardless.”

Entering the small and sparse room, you take the key from him with a thankful smile and a quick thank you before he closes the door. As the barrier thuds, you sway on your feet. Blinking. Breathing hard. You drop all of your bags with a heavy thump that echoes off the walls in a single instant. Heart pounding at everything that was striking you in an instant, you walk slowly back to the bed. You don’t bother to take a shower or brush your teeth; even change. 

You fall down on the mattress and pray you don’t have to dream about Alex sending money to this place every week simply on a suffocating hope that you’d come back to him. You pray you don’t dream at all. 

The phone wakes you up only thirty minutes later.

Groaning, you shift your body so your hand can snake into your pocket, grasping it and tossing it to the pillow beside your head. You’d never made it through all of the voicemails without crying, so you just deleted all of them and let the inbox fill back up again. 

Feeling the dog tags press against your chest as you form your chest into the bed, you shove your head downward and listen to it ring. 

Bring-bring, bring-bring, bring-bring

It happens in a flurry of a sleep-addled mind and a horrible desperation to see your husband after nearly a full year of no contact. You flip it open and answer with your nose pressed deeply into the pillow below you. Ears straining and pulse running like a starving cat after a mouse. 

Dead silence. 

“...Sweetheart…?” It’s pitiful how fast the tears flood you at Alex’s shocked and tiny voice. Tight breathing sounds over the line from his end and your other hand digs into your scalp. A small, cut-off laugh. “Hey…I—” 

You hang up with a vicious slam of the screen and let the silence settle again. People walk the hall; the sun dims as night sets in. This isn’t home. Dropping the phone back down to the pillow you curl into a tight ball and cry yourself back to sleep.

If you had to guess, you’d say the small curse was what woke you for the second time, though you didn’t register it until minutes later. That muffled ‘shit’ as a foot hits your dropped bags near the door. But then it’s silent again and your ears only twitch to the gentle sigh that brushes against your face; a thumb and forefinger caressing your cheek as hair is placed back over your ear. 

Perhaps the only reason at all as to why you don’t wake up screaming bloody murder is because of his calluses. They burn your flesh as they slide over it—as ingrained into your very being as your own heart is. As if Alex’s touch was another organ that was needed to survive. More important than a liver or a spleen. 

When your eyes slip open he’s leaning back in a chair he had turned to face you, built form shifting as the rickety wood creaks. No more than five feet away sits your husband, and all you do is suck in a tight breath and lock gazes with soft sea glass. 

Alex freezes at the same time, strong brow line peeling back and mustache stiff as his lips immediately thin. You both stare for a good while, a thread of tension entering the air. The night deepens. 

He speaks first, in the dense hours of confrontation. Your heart feels like it’s been stuck with a spear, vignette at the sides of your vision, and a blooming center of only Alex’s body and his messy hair. The scarf around his neck. The combat vest. 

Had he driven all this way to see if you were here? Because you’d answered the phone? But you hadn’t even said anything. Your head stays on the pillow, wondering if you were hallucinating.

“Hey,” Alex forces a chuff before he glances away, nervous arms crossed. “Hey there, Doll. Sorry that I woke you. I…ah,” your eyes bore into him, hand on the sheets slowly clenching into a fist. “I figured there was an off chance you would be here.” He clears his voice, throat closing on a trying laugh. “Guess I’m glad I looked. You should remember to lock your door, by the way.” 

At the sight of your rising glare, his tone drops, expression falling even more than it already was. Deep well of sadness grew in his eyes, lips pulling back in a strained agony. 

Alex’s gaze drops to the floor. 

“I know,” is what hits the air, “I know, Sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it,” you push your body up as his large shoulders tighten—such an accomplished and strong man brought to a squirming heap when his wife’s sharp words hit him in the chest. “What the hell were you thinking, Alex?!”

Heavy feet hit the floor as you stalk over, fatigue and tiredness pushed all the way to the back of your mind yet also enhancing your emotions. Bitter rage was sparking—held in far too long. Alex’s eyes don’t meet yours, so you grab him by the chin and angle his head up to you. 

At the sight of your red sclera and the baggy gaze he stills. Under your grip his beard tickles you, the soft grip of flesh that makes you want to wrap your arms over him and weep; make him promise to never leave like that again. 

“I…I wasn’t…”

“That’s the thing isn’t it—you didn’t think.” Sea glass floods over, going glossy; hurt etched into both of your faces as if carved from the same stone. But you don’t stop now, growling out as your skin burns. Alex isn’t sad that you’re angry, he’s sad he’s done this to you. “You disappeared, Alex. Laswell had to just drop all of this shit on me. I thought you had died.” You growl. “Do you know what that feels like?!” 

“Sweetheart—”

“Shut up! You let me talk,” he falls silent, hand delicately coming up to grab your wrist. Not to pull you away, just to hold you. To feel your skin and the heat of it. You sniffle and his eyes break. “And the worst part of it was that if you had just asked I would have followed you right then and there.” Alex sharply looks back at you. “But the biggest insult was that you thought I would leave you—that you even considered that.” 

Shock slowly gives way to a blank expression. He was confused, now.

Was that what you were angry about?

“You’re an idiot, Keller. Hot-headed. Cocky.” You shake your head, but a tiny smile begins to bleed onto Alex’s face. Watching you like you’d just sprung a million dollars on him. His grip slightly squeezes, calloused thumb running the span of your knuckles as you shake his head with your hand. “Damn nuisance to my health, is what you are.” Trying to remain angry is tough when he’s looking at you like that—starstruck—but you spit out, “It’s insulting that you thought I’d just give up on us that easily.”

“Most women don’t want a man who’s wanted for desertion, Doll,” Alex whispers, testing a smirk on his lips with his expression still strained. 

“Arrogant!” your voice snaps. “Not a single brain cell in his stupid little head.” You let go of his chin and grip the sides of his skull, feeling the dirty but still soft strands of hair before you huff at him. 

But he just looks at you and smiles, face smooshed. 

“...You really came?” Alex asks quietly. You fall silent and after a moment you deflate.

After the silence of trying to keep the sneer on your face, you let it drop, lips quivering slightly. Anger glints with pain. “I should hit you upside the head, Keller, for all the worry you’ve put me through,” you grunt, eyes flashing over every new bruise on his face—every cut you’d have to re-learn. He looks tired. 

Oh, Alex…

Before the blond can respond to you, you’ve captured the back of his head and shoved it into your chest; face burying itself into his scalp to bring forth that scent of dust and cologne. You whimper out as he grips you around the waist with just as much fervor, “Did you think that I would stay away?”

Alex says nothing, only the slight tremor in his bicep betraying him. You firmly kiss his skull and run your fingers through his hair, the both of you so tight together there’s barely enough room in your ribs to allow your lungs to inflate. 

But holding him was more important than air, a sentiment that Alex seemed to share entirely. 

“I’m so glad you’re here, Bug.” He mutters into your skin. “Feels good to be able to hold my girl again.”

You stay like that for a long time before you pull back and capture his cheeks, face pulling closer before you kiss him deeply. It’s not a fast-paced or desperate thing—no clashing teeth or tongue. That wasn’t what you needed right now. 

All that you needed was Alex. Your home. 

You both separate and the blond grabs the back of your neck, forcing you back so he can lay another on the side of your mouth; nose, cheek. Anywhere that he could reach as his mustache tickled you to a smile. Giggles worm out and you wiggle out of his grip to wipe at your cheeks, spreading away tiny tear tracks and saliva.

“Quit it,” you whisper, and Alex gazes up at you reverently from his chair.

“Negative, Ma’am,” he says, equally as soft, not even blinking. “Don’t wanna.” You roll your eyes, face hot. 

The seconds draw long of only watching one another before you shake your head and move your hands to shimmy out of the dog tags around your neck. Alex’s gaze locks on the metal swiftly, smile shifting.

“You’re horrible.” You huff, quietly, before shoving his dog tags at his chest. “Now put them back on.”

“But I’m not in the—” Your glare shuts him up. Alex clears his throat sheepishly. “Yes, Ma’am.” 

You nod and watch as they’re resituated around his neck. Right where they should be. When you take a step back to really take him in, there’s a moment where you skim over the state of his left leg. After all, the metal was barely noticeable in the dark. But when you do see it every little part of you shrivels up with confused pain.

Alex stands with a noticeable preference to his right and as he towers over you, fingers coming to grab at your face and slowly drag it back up.

A slightly apologetic look washes over him.

“I’m guessing you didn’t listen to all of the voicemails.” 

“Alex…” you slowly cut off. “You…” Staring at the metal limb instead of the real one, you gape. “...how?”

“Y’know,” he laughs, but you don’t find this funny. He notices and kisses your forehead, tapping his scalp to yours and saying after a contemplative pause, “I think it’s better if I don’t explain it. I’m alright, just...” Alex smiles cheekily, the spark that you love coming back easily as it shimmers in his eyes, “just a little more carbon fiber and aluminum than I was before.” 

You hug him tightly.

“I’m sorry, I should have come sooner—I was just angry, and I wasn’t—”

“Don’t apologize to me,” Alex sighs, grabbing you and maneuvering the both of you to the bed. He sits and you end up laying in his lap like that moment in the bathroom ages ago. “None of this is your fault, okay? You deserve to be angry. I shouldn’t have put such a burden on you.” 

You sigh in his arms, head under his chin and heart finally able to return to a steady pace. Licking your lips, you ask, “Does it hurt?” 

Sending a glance down, Alex’s lips twitch with a grin before it disappears. He hums.

“Sometimes.” Your hand grips his opposite cheek and you lay a kiss on his chin, caressing his flesh.

It’s a tentative kind of love. An understanding and a plea all at once. 

The blond leans back against the wall and pulls you closer, closing his eyes. Finally relaxing for the first time in what seems like forever. But his girl is in his arms, and he’s never been this calm.

“I have a home in Urzikstan,” he confesses lightly, fingers brushing your body and giving way to shivers. You listen, eyes fluttering at the vibrations of his words. “It’s safe—protected. I…want us to live there.” Alex nods against your head, swallowing. “If you’ll come back with me.”

“Yes,” your answer is immediate. “Anywhere, as long as you’re with me.” 

You feel his breath hitch, soft chuckles brushing your hair far better than any comb. There’s a small tremor in his voice as he says, “I love you. God, do I love you.” 

Your lips pull up, body growing heavy with a final sense of home.

“I love you, too.” Soft kisses and tight arms. Shifting tattoos. “But if you ever do something like that again without talking to me, I’m telling Laswell she has permission to put a bullet in your ass.”

His loud laughs shake your body, and you press your face into his neck to steady yourself; smiling.

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good afternoon beautiful ada!!! i was hoping you could share some kuroo x ada lore with the class 🫶 tell us about your first kiss, or how you knew you were in love with him or about your first date!!! anything you want, I'd love to hear it (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) mwah

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thank you for dropping by, u are the sweetest !! gladly leaving some kuroada first kiss lore for u :33 (under the cut bc i'm a yapper hfjdkf)

first kiss lore is intertwined with confession lore, so you're getting a 2 for 1 deal here (⌐■u■)

it happens about halfway through second year, when we're the last ones staying back to tidy up after evening practice. as we're finishing up, he says he has something to tell me (and being the lovergirl that i am, my brain takes this and runs wild lmao but i try to be normal for once)

but then he tells me that nekomata has asked him to captain ! the third years above us have already retired at this point so it'll be effective pretty much immediately, and it's technicallyyy supposed to be a secret.. but i'm the first one who gets to know

and ofc this is wonderful news !!! so i jump into his arms and give him a big squeezy hug >u< but what's this.. when we pull back to look at each other, no one's moving away.. and we are ever so close.. and his smile is making his eyes crinkle so cute.. and those eyes are drifting down to my lips.. 🫣

and we're kinda leaning into each other so he's about to go for it, but i stop him bc i'm an overthinker and are we sure this is a good idea ? i'm the manager and he's about to be captain, if anything goes wrong it'd create wayyy too much division within a team that's supposed to be going to nationals :(( (u can deny all u want, but ppl always end up picking sides) + i don't want to lose a very dear friend !

anyway to paraphrase a longer conversation, he ends up convincing me that nothing will go wrong bc this is something we both want very much 🙂‍↕️ and asks if this means he can kiss me now (you can take a guess what i say hejhjehhje)

and it's soft and a lil tentative but very loving all the same <33 and thus kuroada is officially born ! 🫶

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☆ daria/beavis and butthead

☆ manic street preachers

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and a LOT of other stuff!! this is just a really short list and you'll find out more of my interests through my blog probably

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[drabbles-mc]

Four People You Meet

Horacio Carrillo x Juliana Carrillo Horacio Carrillo & Hugo Martinez

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Tough Shit: write a fic with a word count evenly divisible by 500

Warnings: 18+, angst, hospitals

Word Count: 500

A/N: WE DID IT! We wrote a fic that's an even 500 words!!! It was looking dicey for a moment there, I won't lie 😂 I got hit with this idea on my drive into work this morning and I just had to get it down on paper. This is lowkey a fix-it fic?? But it's still sad. Idk if that's a genre of fix-it or not lmao.

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The first person he saw when he came to was Juliana. Her chair was pulled right up beside his hospital bed, and she was slumped forward so she was using the mattress nearly as much as he was. He took a few slow, labored breaths before managing to lift his hand and set it on her shoulder.

The gesture woke her up immediately as she shot upright, gasping. The quick motion caused his hand to fall from her shoulder to the bed. Tears instantly welled in her eyes when she saw that he was really awake, although he could tell by the look on her face that the tears probably hadn’t subsided since she found out what happened.

She wanted to hold him, crawl onto the bed and wrap him up so nothing would ever be able to get to him again, but she didn’t, couldn’t. Instead, she grasped tightly onto his hand and pressed her lips to his knuckles.

“Thank god,” she whispered weakly.

He wasn’t able to move much, or speak very well, but he still managed to give her hand a gentle squeeze. “I love you.” Maybe it was something he should’ve made more of a habit of saying before all of this, but late was better than never.

She smiled, leaning in and pressing a ghost of a kiss to the side of his forehead. “I love you too.”

The second person he saw was his doctor, who made no qualms about letting Carrillo know that he had skirted impossibly close to death and yet still managed to come back somehow. It was almost comforting.

The third person was Trujillo. Juliana did him the service of calling him to share the news that Horacio had woken up. She owed him that, she told her husband, since she had sent him home from the vigil he’d been holding since he was brought to the hospital. Carrillo was convinced that Trujillo wasn’t going to leave his bedside until he was cut loose from the hospital.

He probably would have, too, if the fourth person to see Carrillo was anyone other than Colonel Martinez.

A hush fell over the room when they all saw the man standing in the doorway. Everyone, including Martinez, was looking to Carrillo to see what the next move should be. Finally, he squeezed his wife’s hand before nodding towards the door to dismiss both her and Trujillo.

“It’s alright.”

Martinez closed the door behind them once they left, taking slow steps toward the bed until he was sitting in Juliana’s chair. Hands in his lap, he finally spoke up. “I’m glad you’re alive.”

“Hugo—”

“But you shouldn’t be,” he continued on. “After everything you…” he shook his head. Clearing his throat, he went from conflicted back to professional. “I felt I owed it to you to make sure you heard it from me: You’re stepping down, and I’ll be taking over Search Bloc, effective immediately.” He stood up to leave. “Stay well, Horacio.”

[owlettie]

Kaiju No. 8 Fan Comic Expansion

A written scenario from the comic I drew. It’s more like a self insert OC x Gen Narumi thing. More oc than anything.

I have no beta testers, just grammarly. Bear with me.

Tags: Cringe (lovingly), Yume ship, Self Insert OC, OcxCanon build up, More OC lore, timeskips within each hyphen, this takes place 3-4 years before main story, I am hopelessly in love with Gen, yapping sess in the end

Word count: 1.58 K (Last time I wrote this much was my 5th grade hetalia fanfic lmao)

Arriving in Japan’s hot summer only to train for less than a month for the auditions is crucial for Persephone. It was her only chance to escape all of the negative people and memories from her old country; moving to the country of Kaiju seemed like a haven for her.

Unlike the average person who wishes to become a JAKDF officer, she had connections to high-ranking officials in her youth.

In her first year of high school, she won a scholarship program to live in Japan for a year to study their culture and history. The citizens never knew peace when it came to Kaiju. It was her first time learning about what that word meant. Her host sister and Persephone wanted to go grocery shopping, but they were in the crossfire of Yoju Kaijus crawling around. Persephone rose to distract the Yoju in a crisis, buying her sister time to run away and hide. Her unruly brown locks hit across her face as she uses the reptilian-like Yoju’s scales as a shield and blade. She was effectively damaging the Yoju’s legs, immobilizing them. Before Persephone could give it a finishing blow, the officers from the First Division arrived. They were impressed with the potential growing inside of her, a simple business card was handed in case the future of hers were to change and work for them. To their wishes and her unfortunate circumstances, it became true.

Scoring a spot for the First Division is no easy feat. It’s where the best of the best reins to protect its fellow citizens. For Persephone to be a foreigner, many eyes were on her. She knew that coming to Japan would have a lot of high expectations on her, even if she wasn’t that fluent in the language the aura around them was tense. It was orientation for all of the new officers joining the division. Persephone stood in the front row as Captain Gen Narumi and Vice Captain Eiji Hasegawa welcomed them.

Seeing Hasegawa in a professional light was a bit jarring for the woman to perceive but she adapted quickly as he will now be one of her bosses rather than a guardian. Narumi is a recently instated captain. He was known to have a more casual air around him but all the officers treated him seriously and professionally. Hasegawa reminded her before the ceremony about Narumi; informing her that they were both similar with high aptitudes before wielding a Kaiju’s part. Hearing it from the tall gentleman, it was clear that she would be just as talented and powerful as The Captain of The First Division.

‘Narumi Gen…I will become stronger so I can become your equal.’ Her rosy pink eyes stare intensely at the two-tone-haired man.

-

Training is essential for everyone, and Persephone was no exception. Aside from sleeping, eating, and drawing, training was the main focus. Spending hours training and working out, the petite girl heads out of the room. A figure walked past her like nothing but she was quick to realize it was the captain. She must make a good first impression. Persephone stood straight with a smile, “Good Evening, Gen-san!” She exclaimed in gratitude and respect.

Narumi stood still for a moment, questioning if he heard her right. ‘Gen-san? Oh right, she’s a foreigner. Okay.’ Quickly realizing the person he passed, the male simply shrugged it off, a slight head nod before walking away.

‘I did it. He listened…I think? Oh well. I need to go to my dorm room. Gen-san is very respectful, right? I’ll be sure to call him that again next time.’

-

“Gen-san! Good work out there, today!” A bright smile beams on her face as the division makes their way back to headquarters. The male with his slick back hair let out an audible sound of amusement. During their previous passes, it was just the two of them but now the entire division looked back at the sudden closeness and familiarity that the rookie has to the captain.

Shinonome gently tugged on the brunette’s arm before whispering in her ear.

”Castellano, Gen is his first name. Narumi is his surname. We call him Narumi-san, not Gen-san.” It was straightforward but kind which only made the Latina woman’s cheeks flare up into a deep rose color.

”EEEEeeeeehhhhhhhh?????!!!???!” Her shock gasps, staring at the platoon leader and back at the captain; practically giving herself whiplash as the officers surrounding them whisper and chuckle among themselves.

“I’m so sorry!” Persephone quickly bowed at 90 degrees, wishing that no one else could see her red and embarrassed face.

“You can apologize to me with your strength,” Narumi stated, breaking the silence as Persephone looked up with a relieved look.

”Yes sir!”

-

Even though Narumi Gen can be childish and lazy aside from his Kaiju slaying duties, Persephone tends to be similar whenever she’s free from training. Following the platoon leader’s informative correction of Persephone’s respectful words, the girl hasn't brought herself to call the captain, “Narumi-san.” No matter how hard she tries.

“Ugh, it’s so weird to call him like that when I’ve been calling him Gen-san the entire time!! Whhhyyy!!! You would think that by watching anime as a kid and going to a Japanese school I should know!! I should know!! Aaahhhh, it’s so cringey!! It’s a simple surname. It’s Na….Na…Nananaaa..ruuuu..Mimi….Naru…Naru…mmm…iiii…”

”Castellano. You’re still here?”

”AAAahh! I mean- y-yes! Uueeh?! N-Na-Na-Nar-Narumi—sa-sa-saaa-“

”Gen-san is fine.” He raised his hand up to reassure her. His hair was down, and his choppy layered dyed bangs covered his eyes a bit, leaving his face more obscure to the rookie.

”Gen-sama.” A spur of the moment Peresephone’s mind completely jumped to an honorific for the gods, it caught both of them off guard. Realizing her mistake, she made an sideways L shape on her right hand to tuck under her chin to play it off like a joke. This threw off Narumi where he was holding back his laughter until it spilled everywhere. A hearty laugh escapes her lips struggling to maintain a smile from the embarrassment and humor.

“HAHAAHAHAA GEN-SAMA? I KNOW I’M THE BEST BUT PFFFTT AHAHAHAAHAH!” His hands wrapped around his waist as he bent over from laughter. The girl’s face went red but let out a fit of giggles seeing this new side of the captain.

“Gen-san! Gen-san! I won’t call you that again. Or in front of them.” Her lips curl up into an amused smile, calming down as Gen looks back at her.

“Mm. Gen-san is fine if it’s from you. I‘ve seen how you train, let that be Gen-sama’s privilege to you.” His tone became playful, reassuring her that it was all good, a slight tease to the sama part.

“Oh, Gen-sama is so gracious. I will do my best.” A teasing phrase to him.

“’If it’s only me?’ What does that even mean? Is it because I’m a foreigner? Must be huh…gaijin privileges is..interesting.”

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This is the comic in question if this is your first time seeing this. Thank you for making it to the very end.

[bluelockednyx]

Hey!! I loved your Rinsagi metas and posts. FINALLY someone in the fandom who doesn't infantilize Isagi and sees canon him. Yes Isagi is nice but not like.. nanase level friendly and nice. He's polite but a lil withdrawn and appreciates people's talents but absolutely will not let anyone walk over him. Also,exactly what u said, sadist Dom. Yes please.

And Rin, so many people reduce him to this one-dimensional character who's issues people treat like a joke. When that's not the case? Bachira at least knows his prblms, Rin has no idea at all. Like how horrible does your repression and mental state have to be that the guy that is literally suicidal tells you that you're in a worse place than him. Rin gives off high key depressed vibes.

It's a lot like Post WC kunigami which draws...interesting parallels esp when you look at pre WC kunigami and at how Rin seems a lot happier before the fight. I saw someone make that comparison.

What do you think? How do you think Rin would've been like if Sae had actually bothered explaining instead of what we got?

Also, any opinions on the Itoshi parents? We've only seen half their faces and nothing from them abt their kids's relationship. I mean, it kinda bothers me how we've seen the views of Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, even Hiori's parents when he's not a main character, Yet we got no input from the Itoshis. Do they just not notice? Are they a bit neglectful esp since they let a 13 yr old Sae go to another country alone? Do they let their kids do whatever they want including fighting for a year? Who knows? I'll love to know your thoughts tho.

Again, thank you for the lovely metas which made me feel a little less alone in the fandom. Have a great day :)

Isagi stans, please rise up and help characterise him properly lmao

Stupid long response under the cut, as always.

Rant about my issues with the general fandom characterisation about Isagi. Sorry anon if this isn't what you wanted, I have a lot of Thoughts and Salt where Isagi is concerned, and I am Fandom Old who is growing incredibly sad with how divisive current fandom is over a whole host of things. Skip to Itoshi if you don't wanna read about Isagi + fandom musings. Skip to parents if you wanna read about my thoughts on the family dynamics.

Isagi is, for better or worse, the stock shonen MC. He's enough of a regular guy for the target readers, which are teenage boys, to identify with. As he's the MC, the story overall serves to validate and support him, so long as he fits the themes the author is working on, which for Blue Lock, is the concept of being the best at what you're doing, while also bringing out the best in others, and then working together successfully to achieve goals (i.e. the World Cup).

But, Kaneshiro-sensei's also a strategic writer. Isagi, because he's such a bland self-insert for the most part, combined with how he has a very weird form of Power of Heart, has wound up being an especially attractive character for those who like harem, or reverse-harem series. Which then, for better or worse, brings all the fujoshi fangirls around (the curse of so many attractive characters). But most especially the fujoshi fangirls who are a fan of all x MC ships. I am emphasizing all x MC here, because east Asian/gen Asian fandom, have grown incredibly restrictive and rigid about top x bottom dynamics, which is a whole host of other things and issues to talk about.

Look up any popular shonen jump title, you'll find that these shippers generally have the same tastes, and move around the same fandom circles. You'll usually find them shipping all x MC ships, from Izuku to Tanjirou to Yuuji to Naruto etc. Overall, how they characterise them never deviates all that much. It's the nice, 'innocent', naive, guy who is a bit of a pushover, and who has all the other hot characters wanting to get in their pants. That's where Isagi falls into as well, for these shippers. The more thorny and less 'nice guy' parts of his characterisation gets sanded down, though YMMV whether this is a skill issue by fandom or simply a cultural readership interpretation difference altogether.

On the Itoshi bros:

Yep, Rin has a lot of repression issues. I wouldn't go so far as to say that Rin has no idea at all about his issues (how else would he pick out Bachira's loneliness so quickly lol, also there's some hints from official guidebook), but he definitely lacks self-awareness. I also agree that he and Nagi seem to be on different areas at the spectrum of depression (Nagi being apathetic, Rin being hostile).

If there's anything to parallel Rin and Kunigami, I'd say that it's the 'loss of a dream' and 'loss of companions'. In the manga proper, Rin does seem happier before the fight with Sae, like how Kunigami looked happier pre-WC. However, the light novel shows that Rin was already repressing both himself and his style of football to imitate Sae long before then due to external pressures by his teammates and coach, and even more severely than Isagi, who also didn't have much of a relationship with his own teammates from Ichinan.

If Sae had tried to explain more than that one line about 'the world being vast', they wouldn't have such a strained relationship right now, honestly. While I don't think that Rin would have fully understood what Sae was trying to say because he lacked the experience and perspective, I do think he would have been more supportive, which would have been better overall, for the both of them. They were both idiots that night, lmao, though I do view Sae as having been punished by the narrative when he pushed his dream onto Rin.

About the Itoshi parents:

We know that Rin and Sae presumably used to share a room and a double bed as kids (albeit a fairly spacious one, from the looks of it), which makes me think that they're more likely to be middle class than upper class. Young Rin also accompanied Sae to his soccer practice games, rather than going off for other classes like say, art, which implies that his parents might not have been able to afford it. Sae also walked home with Rin, which further implies that they're parents are busy, though its more of a norm in JP. Possibly a double income household, to fund Sae, and later, Rin's coaching fees and time with the youth football squad. Also a household that seems to have no qualms about Sae, and later, Rin's rudeness and hostility, although they may tone it down around their parents. Sae must have picked his attitude up from somewhere.

I'm reluctant to call the Itoshi parents sending Sae to Madrid at 13 as intentionally neglectful, because there are cultural nuances there. I think the best parallel I can draw is parents from less-developed nations sending their children overseas from an early age to secure eventual permanent residency and establish a life in a more developed nation. Sometimes, home just isn’t good enough. And this is one of Blue Lock’s main story themes: that Japan’s football, as it is, isn’t good enough. They have neither the organizational structure, infrastructure, nor support to get the World Cup that Sae, Anri and possibly Ego, covets.

Sae's dream, and talent, is in football. He's been scouted by perhaps the most successful team in the Blue Lock world, with a world-class program for youths, and has been given the best chance possible, for any kid in his shoes, to fulfill his dream to be the best striker in the world. He's being sponsored, and he also left with a manager who would presumably, help take care of him whilst he was there. Sae isn't going there like say, Ashito from Aoi Ashi, who needed to go through a trial to even be considered for acceptance into the youth squad. He's going there as the equivalent of a golden scholarship student scouted for a potential future work placement, with the likely backing of the JFA.

What alternatives could his parents offer him if he stayed in Japan? His own speech to Sendou pre-blue lock vs U20 match encapsulates what could have been for him (Sendou is very much a foil to Sae, especially now that we know they're both redheads lmao). Being the best in Japan, a middle-of-the-road striker in the world, retiring with an average, albeit decent life. Sae's too egoistic, too talented, too greedy to be content with a life like that. I wouldn't be surprised if Sae had also begged his parents hard to let him go, since it's pretty much all he wanted as a kid.

That's without even taking into account the other problems his parents would face if they immigrated with Sae. How to take care of Rin and his education there, for starters. Rent and housing, finding jobs in Madrid where they likely can't speak the language, and face discrimination.

I think we don't get their parents faces because Rin and Sae's story, and their relationship with their parents, are simply emotionally distant. I don't think they have much parental control over Rin or Sae either.  Sae's been more or less looking after himself/being taken care of by Real Madrid + his manager in Spain since 13, and Rin has been strongly implied to be in much the same shoes since Sae left, to a lesser extent. I doubt they know the more minute details about Rin and Sae’s school life and team experience, both within and out of Japan. I even doubt that they know that Rin and Sae had a fight, honestly, though I can also see them being the kind of parents who will let their kids sort things out between themselves.

Overall: Itoshi parents takes care of them physically (buys them material things, makes sure they have a home to stay in, have a physical caretaker in their place), but emotionally? Rin and Sae seem to be pretty much left on their own. No wonder their relationship with each other broke down, and what little relationships they have with others seem like such a convoluted mess.

Thanks for sending the ask! I love hearing from people what they think about the latest chapters, characters, relationships etc. I hope you have a great day too!

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W, X, F, C, please?

[the ask game]

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Oof, I'm not sure. Does A/B/O constitute a trope? (no hate to anyone who enjoys it, it's just not my cup of tea) Anything that has a clear-cut division into biologically determined fractions has the potential to piss me off, tbh, I hate biological determinism.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Give me that found family juice, all day any day!

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

(I already answered this one)

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Mmh. Right now I can't really recall any ship in particular that I've felt strongly opposed to. I remember not really liking Lapidot back in the Steven Universe days, but not disliking it with a burning passion. Other than that nothing really comes to mind (I might remember something heinous I've been succesfully trying to wipe from my memory at some point though lmao)

[baekhvuns]

I knooooow and this person wanna hang out with me as well 😭 this is ridiculous, just let me enjoy the concerts I have... go see Ateez 4 times and leave me alone

Oh no 🥑 must be cold, avos don't like cold 💔

KQ released another statement about disrespectful fans, but it's not enough, they need to start electrocuting them or something. I'm not sure how some fansites work either, I know some get info from the companies (not always legally), so you're gonna wake up early as fuck to take some photos??? Be serious lol it's so weird to me...

Stop this isn't Sweet Home Alabama moment ok 😭 I heard that some people were disappointed with Romantic Killer's ending? The manga isn't terrible, but it was boring to me

I think Tasir being the bad guy wouldn't make sense and be such a cheap plot twist. So fingers crossed he's okay 🤞 The earrings phase started with Howl Pendragon and now we're here...

It's sad to see great teams lose, but also kinda funny ngl 😅 this year is wild, and the fact Italy didn't even qualify like what? Honestly I haven't watched the matches, just saw bits and pieces, but I heard some decisions were controversial. Richarlison is so funny, I can't stan a Spurs player tho, gotta respect myself. Lmao Mbappe, that would be me

SM is either doing something right or terribly. With JYP, Skz are doing ok so clearly their division isn't that bad, but Itzy? Some people argue Twice is losing their momentum as well... Itzy tho, damn they had so many Korean and Japanese releases this year and all of them were pretty mid and kinda similar 💀

Both Jinni amd Yedam trained for a long time, whatever happened with them hopefully they're doing ok

Thankfully my friend didn't meet a lot of racists jahdhshsjagsha she had a boyfriend there, but now she has another one in Straya 👀 so nothing is really there for her in the Maple Land anymore. Zoologist and something else, I always forget because it's so complicated lol.

Baek jshsiausushssvs

Waiting until I see model Hwa on a huge ass billboard 🥰 ohhh what are you gonna do in Paris 👀 ngl I used to like the city now I think it's overrated hahahah, but it's not bad

Yesss I didn't think you were necessarily giving Yeohui vibes before, but the description fits.

Speaking of blonde. Thoughts? Personally I'm sooooo into it. The person who said Seonghwa looks awful in blonde... get help, pls

Okay but imagine this AU, uber driver or just some guy goes back in time and needs to work in a mansion or something...

Cottagecore or dark academia, visually the latter, but he would definitely be pretentious and while it can be cool, I need some soft Hwa in his big ass knitted hat <3

Dark haired aloof this is so specific lol. Bestie all the lyrics question and ofc Taylor 🔪 anyways I got matcha. I don't even like matcha very much...

Seonghwa in his big hat and scarf, very cosy and warm, I'm gonna bite his nose 🤗

Ohhh are we gonna see Ateez at the wedding or... also some of the comments 😬 Atinys have this weird hate boner towards Eden as though he didn't produce so many amazing songs they love, clown behaviour

I know, I know miss tenelka delivering again 👀

Ahhhhh this is cool

A WIN FOR SPY X FAMILY NATION

AIEYUAGSHSGSUSHAHSHS and 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

Can they stooooop

P.S. had so many messy dreams last night but Seonghwa was featured... - DV 💖

hi hello!!

I knooooow and this person wanna hang out with me as well 😭 this is ridiculous, just let me enjoy the concerts I have... go see Ateez 4 times and leave me alone /// Oh no 🥑 must be cold, avos don't like cold 💔

LMFAOOOO BESTIE UR STUCK 😭😭😭 and now the comeback they said they wanna focus on the kr fans in jan but then the tour starts feb 😭😭 they’re really saying ur not seeing them 😭😭🤚🏼ABSOLUTE BS 😭😭 mister avo is constantly stuck under the snow its rly hilarious bc ppl make a snowman out of it fbf

KQ released another statement about disrespectful fans, but it's not enough, they need to start electrocuting them or something. I'm not sure how some fansites work either, I know some get info from the companies (not always legally), so you're gonna wake up early as fuck to take some photos??? Be serious lol it's so weird to me...

LMFAOOOO RBQMFBKSBDAK ELECTROCUTING 😭😭😭 ur right the stalking hasn’t gone yet and the fact that there’s a whole law on it now and ppl are still not stopping is mad low,, no it really is! the dedication is obsession

Stop this isn't Sweet Home Alabama moment ok 😭 I heard that some people were disappointed with Romantic Killer's ending? The manga isn't terrible, but it was boring to me

LMFAOOOO I CANT HELP IT I HAD TO DOUBLE TAKE FBWKDBW okay yeah! the ending was a bit disappointing in the sense that the show was great and ppl kept expecting more and more that the ending just kinda went flat 🧍🏻‍♀️

I think Tasir being the bad guy wouldn't make sense and be such a cheap plot twist. So fingers crossed he's okay 🤞 The earrings phase started with Howl Pendragon and now we're here...

it def would be, but if they play it well 😩 VILLAIN ARC >> NOT W HOWL FJWKDHWKDJWBDKS HE IS THE EPITOME OF A ✨ MAN ✨

It's sad to see great teams lose, but also kinda funny ngl 😅 this year is wild, and the fact Italy didn't even qualify like what? Honestly I haven't watched the matches, just saw bits and pieces, but I heard some decisions were controversial. Richarlison is so funny, I can't stan a Spurs player tho, gotta respect myself. Lmao Mbappe, that would be me

it really is! 😭 it was quite upsetting to see them walk off and then ppl make those edits with sad music and it just HURTS EVEN MORE FBWMDB nOOO BC HOW DID ITALY NOT QUALIFY?? BIGGEST SHOCKER,, yeah, the decisions were rly controversial to the point the brazilian players called the coach out <//3 it would’ve been amazing to see 2 powerhouses like brazil & argentina play together, mayhaps next time but it wont be the same 😭😭 LMFAOOOO HEY FBQNDJW COME ON A LITTLE BIT OF SELF RESPECT CAN LEAVE FBWKDH mbappe pisses me of sm 😭😭😭 but he’s so funnybfbwkdhwj but i have to say, so far the best game of the wc has been argentina v netherlands, every 5 minutes they were fighting 😭😭 the desperation and the tension on the penalties seriously took time off my life 😭😭

SM is either doing something right or terribly. With JYP, Skz are doing ok so clearly their division isn't that bad, but Itzy? Some people argue Twice is losing their momentum as well... Itzy tho, damn they had so many Korean and Japanese releases this year and all of them were pretty mid and kinda similar 💀

exactly!! sm’s rly doing the hit or miss and unfortunately doesn’t realize that some groups don’t fit the ‘experimental’ genre well esp bc they have a pre established genre itself! same w jyp! itzy has their already established genre and it was peak icy, wannabe but then they started to get a little too 📈📉 with the genre and now it’s just been miss miss miss instead of the hit hit hit 😭😭😭

Both Jinni amd Yedam trained for a long time, whatever happened with them hopefully they're doing ok

yeah! hope they’re all well bc damn it really is saddening seeing all these talented ppl leave, id be so frustrated to have worked so hard only for it to shatter 😭😭

Thankfully my friend didn't meet a lot of racists jahdhshsjagsha she had a boyfriend there, but now she has another one in Straya 👀 so nothing is really there for her in the Maple Land anymore. Zoologist and something else, I always forget because it's so complicated lol.

I HAVE WANTED TO SHOW THIS EVER SINCE WE TALKED ABOUT THIS bc what the fUCK. IS THAT THE PERSON WHOS BF IS YOUNGER AND LIVED A WHOLE AU FBSNDBDB ur friend has such a cool job

Baek jshsiausushssvs

LMFAOOOO RM MINGI MARK 😭😭😭 PLS THIS WOULD BE AMAZING TO WATCH, hear me out we need kwangsoo in this

Waiting until I see model Hwa on a huge ass billboard 🥰 ohhh what are you gonna do in Paris 👀 ngl I used to like the city now I think it's overrated hahahah, but it's not bad

waiting for the ysl ambassadorship bc that would be my last straw,, i have a few weddings to attend actually! in london but since paris is right there MIGHT AS WELL OUI OUI CREME DE LA CREME primarily for the fashion and the twinkle of the eiffel tower will live my yn <3

Yesss I didn't think you were necessarily giving Yeohui vibes before, but the description fits. /// Speaking of blonde. Thoughts? Personally I'm sooooo into it. The person who said Seonghwa looks awful in blonde... get help, pls

<33 tysm 😭😭 AND YES I AGREE ALL BLOND ATEEZ !!!!!!! WE NEED THIS !!!! jongho’s blond undercut >>> mingi is unstoppable with blond hair, san and hwa’s wave blond colour esp >>> hongjoong with blond and not that yellow hair he had,,, wooyoung blond was superior esp w the wonderland uniform concept, boy was majestic ✨🫡 THAT PERSON JUST SEES HWA AS THE YELLOWLY BLOND BUT WHEN THEY SEE THE DIRTY BLOND 😮‍💨😮‍💨 nothing’s much better

Okay but imagine this AU, uber driver or just some guy goes back in time and needs to work in a mansion or something...

this but with the duke and his general’s next universe 🤩

Cottagecore or dark academia, visually the latter, but he would definitely be pretentious and while it can be cool, I need some soft Hwa in his big ass knitted hat <3 //// Dark haired aloof this is so specific lol. Bestie all the lyrics question and ofc Taylor 🔪 anyways I got matcha. I don't even like matcha very much...

pretentious law school rivals dark academia but he knits for fun and the reader finds out he knits <33 domesticness <33 A HAT SO BIG I NEED HIS FACE GONE also what is this 😭😭 what the hell 😭😭,, IT RLT IS BC IT REMINDED ME OF TASIR DBDBD ok matcha is literally g r a s s, i do not understand the hype around it evfkw hello <3 i am oolong tea <3

Seonghwa in his big hat and scarf, very cosy and warm, I'm gonna bite his nose 🤗 /// Ohhh are we gonna see Ateez at the wedding or... also some of the comments 😬 Atinys have this weird hate boner towards Eden as though he didn't produce so many amazing songs they love, clown behaviour

seonghwa is the epitome of christian girl fall but winter, but uh,, is this ur model paris hwa? ,,, i don’t understand why sm ppl hate him, w/o him there would’ve been no ateez and they wouldn’t have gone this far if not for the experience and guidance he has in producing kpop worthy songs! his wife is so pretty eden who? need his wife 🔫

I know, I know miss tenelka delivering again 👀

MISS IS DELIVERING AND I NEED TO CATCH UP FHWKDHSK

Ahhhhh this is cool ////// A WIN FOR SPY X FAMILY NATION

THE PRESENCE THE CHOREO !!!!!!! WHAT A PERFORMANCE im gonna eat him

AIEYUAGSHSGSUSHAHSHS and 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ /// Can they stooooop

HELLO NO! NO! AGAIN! NO! NO! NO MADAME NON!

…uh

P.S. had so many messy dreams last night but Seonghwa was featured... - DV 💖

point form detailed now. 🔫

..

and 4 years to love shot and still no yunho cover 🔫🔫 haha men are liars!

ANON FBQMDHQKDJWK NOT THIS

hear me out, this au

what was this premier 😭😭 30 mins of rain asmr 😭😭😭🤚🏼 they’re sIRENS ITS COMING TRUE

[the-kipsabian]

its a whole bey/ace/bailey/zayne(/potentially trey miguel in the future) brain rot up in this bitch oof

[marvelmaniac2000]

Girl's Lock & Key

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Summary: Eddie just wants to ask a simple question…what goes down in the girl’s

locker room stays in the girl’s bathroom. 

Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader 

Subject: dry humping sort of thing, lots of fingering, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, cowgirl position, public sex, tongue kissing, male dominance, 

Words: 1.4k 

Side notes: I think we all deserve a side of Eddie that just takes over our body in a nice asshole way.  I have no shame writing him as a pervy man he can be. Nothing spectacular, just something to read to get us through late night withdraw am i right? lmao…  Not my best work

              (apologies for misspelling/grammar, NO MINORS +18 OLDERS ONLY)

“Good job everybody we’ll start off tomorrow with a stronger start I hope” your coach blew her whistle for a final roll call. Everyone splashed themselves out of the chilling pool in a hurry. Once again Hawkins was one of the top tier teams who hoped to win division II  again.  

  But it felt quite different for you. Ever since you moved to Hawkins everything has been pretty okay, but the only thing that made it seem bearable was your love of swimming. Feeling the water crash onto your skin and fill your ears cooled off the massive amount of thoughts racing in your head. 

 You climbed out of the pool and shivered into a towel close by the girl’s locker room entrance. 

The chatter of your teammates surrounded you as you looked for your assigned locker. 

“Aye (Y/N) you wanna come with us to the mall?” Max asked while looking at you with concern. 

She was a good freshmen starter and cool person but you always rather stuck to things alone. 

 “Nah I think I’ll head home and finish some late minute assignments” you picked up your article of clothing before tip toeing to the nearest stall to change. 

  “You know (Y/N) always takes a little longer to change than the rest of us anyway” , one of your friends jokes. 

“Hey I can still hear you hoes from back here!” you cackled. “I know that’s why we’ll meet up some other time! See ya later!” the noise of shuffling feet leaving the door echoed through before complete silence. You sigh in relief after a long day and continue to put on your clothes. After a few minutes you open the stall door but froze noticing big black boots underneath. “Um Ed is that you?” you gulped fearing the unknown. 

  “Yea sorry, it’s me I kinda snuck in here, I wanted to talk to you about something” you slowly cracked the door halfway to make sure it was him. “Yeah, why are you here? This is a girl’s locker room for god sake” you swung the door open to look at the guy you loved dearly. “I know but this is important-” Eddie froze, noticing the top of your swimsuit revealing much of your cleavage and your gym shorts covering the bottom half. “Ok well this better be good” you politely scooted past him and tried fixing your appearance in the mirror. Eddie twisted his ring around his thumb looking at your backside. 

“I just wanted to know if you could give me a ride back home?” My ride isn’t the best at the moment … Soooo pretty please sweetheart” his alto voice vibrated your ears making you relive the pleasure that he has over you. His groin hardened into you from behind and kissed your shoulder. 

 “You know it’s never a problem at all” you moan, feeling his hand roam for something wet between your legs. “I know baby but I like teasing you first before asking for favors” you turned around to face him and hungrily pressed your lips onto his. “You miss me, pretty princess?” Eddie sucked your neck leaving branded marks. You moan, feeling your fingers roam endlessly, feeling trapped between his grip. “

  Not here” you gasped feeling him eagerly pull your strap down to devour your soft nipple. Eddie ignored your comment with a moan instead and squeezed your soft breast. Your shorts began to ride up as he pressed himself harder between your thighs. 

  “I just wanna see your pretty face begging for me again” he brushed his finger down  your nose seeing you fluster. His lips sucked onto your bottom lip feeling his little girl suffer in lust. “Take it off baby, daddy wanna see you naked” you slowly stripped your shorts and swimsuit off as he watched your every move. 

  “So beautiful,” he whispered. He looked around the locker room and signaled you to follow him to a small bench that sat against the wall between the lockers. Eddie sat on the bench and patted his lap. 

“Come sit and be a good girl” he gently reached out his arms for you to sit on his lap with his bare jeans. Eddie glued his eyes onto your body wanting to feel every inch of your skin. His two digits hooked in between your wet sticky folds rubbing your swollen clit in slow circular motions. “Please Eddie” you lean your weight onto him wrapping your arms around his neck. You buck your hips riding his fingers on his lap. You high pitch moans filled his ears feeling his girl get wetter with his touch. Eddie slapped your ass making you jolt. “Let me hear you moan for me I like hearing it,” he commanded. 

“This is torture” you mumbled as he sucked your breasts endlessly. You threw your head back dry humping any sign of his dick inside his pants. Eddie moisten his fingers with his tongue before slipping two fingers inside you. You throw your head back and  bounce your hips up and down on his thick fingers. 

“You love this don’t you?” he cupped your ass watching you in heat over him. You moan feeling pools of pleasure from his fingers grazing your g spot. 

“You want the real thing don’t you?” Eddie continued to pump his fingers faster while holding your chin between his fingers. Your eyelids grew heavy and your mouth parted. 

“I can’t” you helplessly pant. So much pleasure filled your nerves and your clit constantly tickled and your wet pussy filled with thick cream dripping over his fingers. Eddie pressed his lips against your lips, tonguing the corner of your mouth.  

Eddie Moan into the kiss and strings of spit parted from between your mouths. He wiped the corner of his mouth and put his fingers inside your mouth to taste your own cum.

 “It’s time to give my pretty princess what she wants” he unzipped his pants and revealed his pre cum member ready for you. You climb yourself off of your lover and kneeled down to devour his tip. 

You slowly bob your head to pick up pace around his shaft. Your tongue twirls around every inch of him leaving no room to breathe. You look into his eyes and devour him more until his tip grazes your throat. “You’re such a good girl” he pressed thumb on your chin while you sucked him dry. 

  “Come ride daddy” his eyes felt hungry  watching you raise back up and  climb on top of him and grip him with your thighs. You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, feeling him penetrate your tight opening. 

  “It’s ok baby keep going down” he bite his lip watching you slowly enter inside him filling you up. You silently moan trying to find a pace onto his size. Eddie guided you up and down feeling your breasts pressed up against his bare shirt. 

“You feel so good princess” you moan out his name feeling your wetness more as he praised you more. “Go faster for daddy” he pushed his waist harder into yours making you whimper into his shoulder. Eddie gripped onto your wrist wanting you to feel each orgasmic stroke he loves putting into you. 

  “Pleasseee Eddie I can’t take much more” you beg trying to catch up with his forceful strokes. “Only when I say so” he kissed your wrist and watched you ride him until you couldn’t anymore. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rammed his dick into your g spot while keeping his eyes on your breathless face. “

   You can cum now baby, you look so pretty when you're under me” he chuckled into your ear making you release a pulsating orgasm into your soul. You sharply try to catch your breath feeling warmth sweep over your body. “Eddie” you mewed and lazily crashed your lips onto his. “yes sweetness?" he grinned against your kiss. 

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[qyuoza]

Enchanted — FOUR: Yule Ball (1)

Disclaimer: This series is a work of fiction and all credit goes to J.K Rowling for the main inspiration of this story and I do not own any characters or any of the art used in this work. All credit goes to the original owners.

Pairing(s): Yeonjun x afab!reader, Beomgyu x afab!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, fantasy + romance

Warnings: Unrequited love, violence, A LOT of major time skips lmao sorry, tba.

Synopsis: Pining after your childhood best friend wasn’t exactly what Beomgyu had planned for his 5th year at Hogwarts, but how can she return his feelings when it seems like her heart is strictly reserved for another?

Taglist: @shiningstar-byulxx

Enchanted Masterlist.

prev. // next.

As the Triwizard tournament had kicked off and was in full swing the next week, a mountain of work had also come flooding towards Y/n.

Since Yeonjun was one of the champions, the head boy, Lee Minho, had decided to entrust his work onto her.

"You're his best friend" he would say, and leave Yeonjun's prefect duties to her, adding onto the list of responsibilities she already had for the week.

"Eunseo I'm so exhausted help me" Y/n whined as she plopped next to her best friend in the Great Hall for breakfast. Eunseo simply shrugged and furrowed her brows before her book before she turned to Y/n and pat her head as a form of comfort.

"The Triwizard Tournament will be over before you know it, so don't fret. Besides, you and Yeonjun can go have your little dates at Diagon Alley by then" Y/n choked on her bread as their housemate Ryujin had helped her by patting her back.

"Thanks Ryu" the girl nodded and continued talking to her fellow Slytherin, Kim Taeyoung.

Y/n sipped a bit of water and glared at Eunseo who simply looked unphased. "Yeonjun and I are not dating" Y/n whined, then she felt someone come up from behind her.

"Who said you were?" Taehyun laughed and the two girls turned to see Hueningkai and Soobin trailing from behind him.

"It's nothing— wait what are you three even doing at the Slytherin table? House divisions exist for a reason" Y/n sighed exasperated, but in reality she could honestly care less, they were her friends after all.

"It's seven in the morning Y/n, lighten up a bit. Speaking of lighting up a bit, here comes our Triwizard Tournament champion" Hueningkai says, as he motions towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

They all turned to see Yeonjun entering sluggishly as exhaustion painted his features. He approached them at the table and sat beside Y/n before turning to raise a brow at the other three.

"Where's Beomgyu?" Yeonjun yawned, but Taehyun just cringed and pointed towards the Gryffindor table at the other side of the room.

Sure enough they saw Beomgyu laughing along with some other Gryffindors, with his arm around his new girlfriend Lola.

"Already replaced us huh?" Eunseo chuckled bitterly and took another bite from her bread as well. Soobin scoffed as they all bid each other goodbye as the rest went to their house tables.

"Y/n, since Beomgyu blew you off, are you planning to go with anyone else to the Yule Ball?" Eunseo mused again, but the girl simply rolled her eyes as Yeonjun wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Are you going with Hueningkai? You're not my best friend anymore if you are" Haneul sulked, meanwhile Eunseo chuckled nervously. She immediately understood and crossed her arms like a toddler, still exasperated at how she wouldn't have anyone else to go with.

"Soobin doesn't even have a date and neither does Taehyun, but I'm not risking going with them. Soobin's alright I guess and Taehyun would probably leave me within ten minutes. I mean Yeonjun you're probably going to ask Yeji out anyway" Y/n pouted as Yeonjun only chuckled.

Y/n was an excelling student, but she seemed blind as a bat and was higher than an airhead when it came to anything else.

"I'm not going to tell you who I'm asking out, anyways here comes Beomgyu, a little too late now that everyone is back at their house tables" Yeonjun pointed from behind Eunseo as she turned to see Beomgyu himself.

"Where'd everyone else go? I'm sorry I was late I was kind of busy" he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, to which Eunseo could only really roll her eyes at.

"We'll meet later like usual at the Astronomy Tower so don't be so concerned, you were too busy with your other friends anyway" Yeonjun whispered the last part loud enough for only Y/n to hear.

She chuckled as Beomgyu nodded and left without another word. "You two are weird" Eunseo sighed again and continued studying for her divination quiz.

That same day in the afternoon, it was time for the first task of the Triwizard Tournament to begin. The six other friends were gathered close to cheer on for Yeonjun, but minus Beomgyu again who was in his own world with Lola, both being too close for comfort.

"This is so gross can they just start already, I hate listening to these two flirting and breathing down each other's damn necks" Soobin sighed from beside Y/n and scooted even closer, to which she could only laugh at in reply. Then the students went silent as they saw Yeonjun walk out of the tent.

He stood there, sucking in a breath and praying to do his best and come out without a scratch. Then the horn blew as Yeonjun immediately charged straight at the dragon, wanting to grab the egg as swiftly as possible. He mounted his broom and went off, but took a sudden sharp turn as the dragon had nearly breathed fire at him.

"Shit" he grit his teeth, and pulled out his wand. Whispering out a spell, he managed to distract the creature for a moment and grabbed the egg cleanly. The students cheered as Yeonjun threw the egg up and caught it, putting it under his arm and flying back towards the tent.

Upon his arrival, he saw his friends celebrating. "You did so well! Glad you're safe!" Eunseo cheered and he thanked her as Y/n hugged him tight. "You're back without a scratch, I'm so glad" Y/n breathed out as he hugged her back.

"I'd always stay safe for you no matter what, so don't you worry gorgeous" Yeonjun replied softly, while the others cringed or made gagging noises.

"No Beomgyu?" he mouthed at Soobin, and Soobin formed an 'x' with his hands as Yeonjun nodded. His cousin was starting to get on his own nerves.

After the ending of the first round, the three other boys that were headed to the Astronomy tower had almost forgotten to take Beomgyu with them, so they headed to the Gryffindor dormitory entrance and immediately ran into Heeseung.

"Hey Heeseung, do you have a second? We need to call Beomgyu" Taehyun smiled at the boy, and he nodded back in reply as the door closed behind him.

"Beomgyu's been so out of it lately, whatever that Lola girl is doing to him is not it. I just hope he comes back to his senses soon after not knowing that he hurt Y/n" Soobin sighed, genuinely worried for his younger brother.

Just as he said that, the common room door had swung open to reveal Beomgyu, but his usual happy aura was gone. "Woah what happened to you?" Hueningkai grimaced as Beomgyu kept walking.

"Lola didn't like that I was too loud so I decided to have a change of attitude I guess" Beomgyu replied, meanwhile the other three were starting to get worried enough.

As they went up the Astronomy Tower, finally reaching the top, they see the door wide open. Inside was Yeonjun and Y/n talking to each other under the moonlight.

"You want me to go to the Yule Ball with you and dance with you? Yeonjun…I'd love to go with you" Y/n replied gently, stepping closer to Yeonjun.

"Alright enough you two" Eunseo startled them and walked in laughing. As Soobin, Hueningkai and Taehyun entered, Beomgyu hesitated a bit. He didn't understand why he was hurting, after all, he had Lola didn’t he? So he shook off his thoughts and went in to catch up with the rest.

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[softcallofdutyimagines]

If any of the safe house crew got tattoos what would they look like? And in Bell/alder ship case matching tattoos?

Oh this is a fun one! I love reaction type asks lol

Adler

If Adler got a tattoo, it would undoubtedly be something for vanity's sake. I couldn't see him getting anything big or too crazy, but he'd get something on his chest or shoulder, purely for the Ladies™. It's probably something "badass" like a crouching tiger or something on fire. That, or whatever style of tattoo was popular during the 80s, since he's so set on staying in style

Hudson

Oof, it's hard to imagine Hudson with a tattoo tbh 😂 He feels like the type of person who thinks tattoos are degenerate and unprofessional or something lmao. But, if he had to get one... It would definitely be something patriotic. Patriotic, but not obnoxious, that is. I could see him with a little latin script on his shoulder like "e pluribus unum", out of many, one. That's the US motto and all, so I think it makes sense

Lazar

Lazar would probably go the same route as Hudson, but patriotism towards Israel. That, or he'd get a really big, tribal style tattoo on his arm. That what's all the tough guys get done. Finally, if nothing else, he might have something really stupid because he lost a bet, like a tiny burger town logo

Mason

Mason would get a string of the numbers tattooed on his arm. This was either done while he was under the influence of the numbers and the mind control, or he did it of his own free will. It reminds him of why he fights.

Park

She also gets a memorial style tattoo. I'd say she'd get something to help disguise her throat scar, but I don't think she's want to potentially draw more attention to it. Instead, she gets a knife surrounded by a thorny rose in her forearm. Deadly, but still beautiful.

Sims

Unlike some of the other guys in this list, Sims actually has braincells and good taste lmao. Her get something kind of basic that expresses a part of his personality. He'd either get crossed wrenches for his love of mechanical activities, or he gets his rank and troop division from Vietnam tattooed in the same place

Woods

Geez, Woods doesn't need an excuse to get a tattoo lmao. He'd probably get either more military themed or just general "badass" tattoos. However, I still stand by my headcannon that if he got in a committed relationship with The One™, he'd get a huuuuge tattoo of his s/o's name done across his chest. What better monument to your love then ripping off your shirt in front of your s/o to reveal that one lmao

Adler x Bell

Oh man, if these two got matching tattoos, it would have to be something cute and low key. It's Adler's way of trying to make it up to Bell, so he'd let them pick. I feel like Bell wouldn't abuse the power tho lol. They'd probably get something sweet like the Han and Leia quote "I love you" / "I know" or something

[watevermelon]

Haikyuu Masterlist

Social Media AU’s:

Distance | Akaashi Keiji x Reader x Atsumu Miya (smau)

✧ Summary: Childhood friends with Atsumu Miya, you followed your crazy friend’s antics from high school to pro-league, taking up the job as manager for the Division 1 Black Jackals. The team welcomed you in immediately, but you were slowly developing eyes for a distant friend. ➳  genre: smau, lots of humor, even more angst, fluff ➳  status: ongoing

Long-Fic’s

Karasuno

Fate | Kageyama Tobio x Reader (One-shot)

✧ Summary: For years you watched Kageyama grow - from his time as king of Kitagawa Daiichi to the seemingly aloof setter on Karasuno. Your lives were a set of near misses; distant friends, but never getting any closer. You figured that once you entered Shiratorizawa High that it would be the end of your friendship. Thankfully, it was only the beginning.  ➳ Tags: Slight Oikawa x Reader; Fluff with very minimal angst; Reader transfers from Seijoh to Shiratoriazawa so there’s drama; I love Oikawa but oooF this is not a good fic of him; Iwaizumi and Semi are great friends 

Itachiyama:

Quiet Sort of Love | Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader (one-shot)

✧ Summary: Manager to the Fukurōdani volleyball club, there was no doubt that Itachiyama’s Sakusa Kiyoomi was a strong ace. He brought your team to their knees on multiple occasions, but what you were not expecting was getting to know the nationally acclaimed spiker beyond just the titles and labels. ➳   Warnings: Implicating language and slight spoilers toward the end (you will be warned beforehand :)) ➳   Tags: Buckle up boys cause this is a LONG one LMAO -> lots of fluff, angst, slight BokuAka, character development, and mutual pining at one point,

Envy | Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader (one-shot)

✧   Summary: Childhood friends with Sakusa Kiyoomi, you were sure that your unrequited desires would simply stay that way. From play-dates in his backyard to being the manager to the Itachiyama volleyball team, you were content with watching your friend pursue his dream. ➳   Warnings: Explicit one-shot; smut ➳   Tags: Porn with Plot; Unreliable Narrator; Jealousy but actual mutual pining; lots of Humor; semi-public sex; dominant Sakusa; near face-fucking; finger fucking; eating out ((let’s just include every fucking tag on this lmao)) 

Inarizaki

Patience is a Virtue | Shinsuke Kita x Reader (one-shot)

✧ Summary: You lost track of the days that you were in love with Kita. He was so much more than just the team mom that many outsiders dubbed him as. He was the wielder of cold-logic and held the bluntest of words at times, but he showed his own special brand of care for each member of the team. What you hadn’t expected was for him to especially care about you. ✧ Warnings: Language because twins lmao ➳ Tags: Childhood friends to lovers; mostly fluff; Atsumu being a little shit; mild jealousy on Kita’s part; introspection and some character development

MSBY Black Jackals (Time-skip Dynamic)

Not Just a Soldier | (AoT! MSBY Black Jackals x Reader)

Introduction | Sakusa Kiyoomi Route | Atsumu Miya Route | Hinata Shoyou Route | Bokuto Koutarou Route

✧   Summary: (Attack on Titan x Haikyuu) In an effort to unlock the secrets behind Titans, you got injured during one of Tendou’s Scout Regiment experiments. This was nothing new, but even you were surprised at how much those boys cared about you. ➳ Warning: Language and Attack on Titan Canon Violence ➳ Tags: Reader x MSBY Black Jackals; Slight Reader x Schwdien Adlers; Takes place before the Fall of Trost

Nekoma

Unrequited | Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader (one-shot)

✧ Summary: Years of unrequited feelings and longing looks for your childhood best-friend Kuroo, it was only when he was in the arms of another that he finally realized his true feelings for you; when it is almost too late. ➳ Tags: lots of fluff, angst, BokuAka, slight Akaashi x Reader, Yaku and Akaashi are actually amazing friends,  

Seijoh:

Distant | Oikawa Tooru x Reader (one-shot)

✧ Summary: Girlfriend to Oikawa Tooru, you were proud of what he was doing to chase his dream. The fruits of his success seemed evident to all - from various newsletters, covers on volleyball magazines - every day his fame was going. And yet every day... you were growing apart. ➳ Warnings: K+ :) [one of the first few things I wrote so a little rough] ➳  Notes:  Angst, Happy Ending, Cast from Free! make an appearance!!

Shiratorizawa

Possessive | College!Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader (one-shot)

✧ Summary: Libero to the women’s Fukurōdani volleyball club, you moved away from Miyagi and to Tokyo during your first-year. And while you cherished your high school years, you wondered how different it might have been if you stayed with your childhood friends at Shiratorizawa. After a failed confession, you were more than surprised to re-connect with the strong ace in college. ✧ Warnings: Implicating language and some outdated head-cannons ✧ Notes: Fukurodani crew! Akaashi being an instigator from Kuroo’s influence probably, subtle jealous moments, cleared-up misunderstandings, angst, and mutual pining at one point

Jealous | Eita Semi x Reader (one-shot)

✧ Summary: You thought you were content with your relationship so far - Semi was your best friend and these past few years were some of the most memorable. But all of that quickly changes with some outside forces. ➳ Tags: Angst with a happy ending; some humor

Expectations | Shirabu Kenjiro x Reader (one-shot)

✧ Summary: Having attended Shiratorizawa Academy from junior high, you were familiar with most of the students in your year. They were average, nothing special — until a certain vbc setter, from god knows whatever small town junior high he crawled out of, changed up your world. -> Tag: maybe language cause it’s shirabu; fluff and slight angst

✎ Short Requests (Angst ✵; Fluff ❀ ; Humor ☼; ✉ Texting/Social Media)

Akaashi Keiji: Cheating!Akaashi x Reader✵ 1. Realizes his mistake and begs for forgiveness (you don’t accept) ✵❀ 2. Goes Yandere ✵ (this one is fucked up, you are warned) ➳ Waking up to the nightmare✵ (NSFW; again, fucked up)  3. Sees her years later (MSBY BJ time) ✵❀ 4. It was all a dream ❀ You become distant during exam season & fight; later get back together ✵❀

Atsumu Miya: Accidentally makes you jealous and then vice versa ✉ ✵ ❀ Texts when he’s traveling far away (MSBY BJ) ✉ ❀ As “I want a Baby” Response (MSBY BJ) Jealous Atsumu in the car (NSFW) ☼ MSBY Atsumu x Soulmate  ✵❀ Atsumu accidentally confesses to you ✵☼✉

Bokuto Koutarou: As “I want a Baby” Response (MSBY BJ)

Hinata Shoyou: As “I want a Baby” Response (MSBY BJ)

Iwaizumi Hajime: You become distant during exam season & fight; later get back together ✵❀

Kuroo Tetsuro: Cheating!Kuroo x Reader ✵☼ You become distant during exam season & fight; later get back together ✵❀

Oikawa Tooru: Texts w/ your Slytherin Boyfriend ☼✉ Having an S/O despite their busy pro schedulle (based from Hamilton’s “That would be enough“)  ✵❀

Osamu Miya: As “I want a Baby” Response (HQ timeskip) With an s/o with Haphephobia (a fear of being touched) ❀

Sakusa Kiyoomi: Accidentally making you feel self conscious ✉ ✵ ❀ Lashes out on you because of stress  ✉ ✵ ❀ Secretly Dating and the team finds out ✵ ❀ Soulmate AU where reader is the Karasuno Manger ❀ As “I want a Baby” Response (MSBY BJ) With an s/o with Haphephobia (a fear of being touched) ❀ Revealing that you’re pregnant & he acts negatively initially: ✉✵❀ Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 Compares you to his ex on your anniversary: ✉✵❀ Part 1 || Part 2 Angst w/ an S/O who loves touch  ✵❀ Gets Jealous and takes it too far ✵❀✉

Sugawara Kōshi: Florist!Suga x Reader ❀

Ushijima Wakatoshi: Secretly Dating and the team finds out ✵ ❀

[soupbabe]

josuke x gender neutral reader who is really clingy and wants attention while he's playing video games lmao?

Attention Seeker (Josuke x Clingy! Reader)

Y/N has to resort to drastic measures for attention from their boyfriend.

It was finally the weekend and you were bouncing by the time you arrived at your boyfriend's house, sleepover essentials in hand. You knocked on the door and wasted no time throwing your arms around Josuke when he greeted you. "Hey babe! You ready for tonight?" He stepped aside to let you in. "Of course! I wouldn't miss a chance to be with you. What're the plans anyway" Josuke went to drop your stuff off in his room and he thought about it for a second. "I'm not sure...Oh! I got this new game the other day, wanna play with me?"

It took you a minute to think about it. "No thanks Josuke, I like watching you play anyways." Within that minute were actually thinking back to all those times you played F-Mega with him, acting cocky until it's revealed you ended up in last place. He shrugged it off and sat down in front of the TV, patting the space next to him. You immediately cuddled up to him, but mindful that it wouldn't bother him gaming.

The game was pretty simple. Every time he cleared a round you would lightly cheer for him and he would give you a celebratory kiss on the cheek. It was a 50/50 division of his attention and you, which you were content with it. It wasn't until he passed the first couple of boss battles his eyebrows started to scrunch up in concentration, tongue sticking out a bit. Round after round, Josuke couldn't get passed the level. The equal attention between you and the game began decreasing by each minute.

Someone would be a fool if they thought that you didn't notice the lack of happy kisses. "Josukeeee" You whined, looking at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could. "Hold on Y/N, I'm so close to finishing this stage!" Oh you couldn't believe it, but you brushed it off, he really did look like he was almost successful...until he got killed by the enemy again.

Time and time again he lost while you tried everything in your book: waving your hand in front of him, lightly shoving him, and even giving him kisses along his face and neck. But it seemed to do nothing more than make him more frustrated and lose again (although it was funny seeing him turn red at the last tactic.) With a huff, you looked over at your ever so rude boyfriend and decided that you have to go to your last idea.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. You quickly got up, using the excuse that you're thirsty and walked to the kitchen. Once you filled up the glass of water, you stared at the pompadoured teen who celebrated passing a level and quickly moving on. You took in a deep breath and made your way in front of the TV, oh so conveniently placed over the iconic. "Y/N, can you move?" Josuke huffed as the taunting "Game over" screen came on, although his attitude was quickly wiped away when he saw the threat above his head. "H-hey babe, what're doing?" Josuke nervously laughed.

In all honestly, if it were anyone else pulling this scene, Josuke would quickly be on guard and ready to bring out his stand . But you aren't everyone else, you're his lover, and he couldn't bring himself to legitimately threaten you back. You looked down at him and with a stern voice, you told him "Josuke, turn off the video game. It's been making you frustrated and it's like you forgot that I was even here." The 'or else' was clearly present, you were one to not hesitate when it came to anything. And that includes washing away the cherished hairstyle that takes him over an hour to do.

Josuke's eyes widened a little. He knows that you're the clingy type and he loves that aspect about you; he feels bad for neglecting you for a video game he got from the discount bin. He scooted around you to turn off the console and stood up. "Y/N, I'm so sorry for not paying attention to you, what can I do to make up for it?"

You smiled widely "I brought some blankets with me, can we just cuddle up and watch a movie together? You choose the movie though, to make up for the hair threat." Josuke nodded and gave up a soft peck on the lips, "Sounds great Y/N! I'll make sure to pick something you like too."

[boys-from-santacarla]

hi hi!! so i saw that people could send in an ask describing themselves to get a lost boy paired with them? but yeah heres a desc of me ig!

so i’m tall, and relatively large- i have dark purple/burgundy hair in a shaggy mullet with an undercut. i come up with crazy ideas and shit but i almost never go thru with them bc i get a n x i o u s- anyway i love rock and punk such as dead kennedys, mötley crue, def leppard, the ramones, ect and goth/alternative such as the cure, joy division, bauhaus, sisters of mercy, and souxie sxioux and the banshees (i have the brain capacity of a seagull so my apologies if i misspelt that). i love small tattoos, and stretch ears. i am german, french, irish and scottish, hawaiian/other pacific islander that i don’t wanna mention all of them and jewish! i don’t think i needed to include that but i’m proud of my heritage and i thought maybe it would be useful sjfjsjfnks. i can go from moments of batshit like licking chargers, eating lotion, sand and paint, and lighting things on fire and “i wanna live in a big city and cause chaos and make others fear me” to “i wanna live in a small cottage in the rolling hills of scotland and raise sheep and have 3 cats named rat, tat, and tatta” i love painting, and i have multiple articles of clothing that i have painted and drawn on, as well as cut, but i cant sow for the life of me. i also wanna have a small apartment somewhere but travel the world in a van. yeah- i think that’s about it- sorry this was so long KFJDBFJDNFJFMJ

DUDE, YOU ARE ASKING TO BE PAIRED WITH

Marko

Man, what a deadly twosome. You'll have the boys' nightmares coming true.

I don't know if you are taller than him. If you are, oh boy, can you enjoy it making blondie upset. He finds you being taller than him a real turn-on. If you aren't, he still finds you sexy as hell.

This man comforts and helps you with your anxiety, because when he falls in love there will be nothing as pure and strong in your life as what he feels for you, so if there is anything he can do to assist you, count on him. And about the crazy stuff, you know he is a mentally strange motherfucker too, and that is something that makes the two of you the explosive couple you are. If your anxiety stops you from doing something you love, he will encourage you to do it, because he knows you have the potential and blindly trusts in your skills, but will understand if you insist on not doing it and will give you time and space if you still don't feel prepared or in the mood. He will never give up tho.

You two would have these amazing brutal-as-fuck compilations with your favorite songs. Dividing them into moods, like having your favorite punk songs in the "wreck the system" tape, and your favorite metal songs in the "sunset strip whore" mix. For when you get into the classic goth mood, the atmosphere it creates and his company can turn the moment into a romantic event.

He shares your fascination for corporal modifications, so he will speak with you about some cool tattoos he saw in some random guy's arm at the boardwalk or this idea he has for a tattoo that he swears would look incredible. If you wanted to get one done for yourself, he will help you out selecting or designing the concept and will be by your side at the moment of getting it done. You could get a tattoo of an ordinary happy face and he would tell you it creates a super tough and dangerous aspect.

Ok, this is more a headcannon of mine, but I believe Marko to be Jewish too! So you will have him pronouncing B'shert very often.

Now, oh Lord, I wish I could tell you he is going to protect you from catching an infection, but truth is, there's no voice of reason in a pair like this. The worst part is, you two compete to see who can endure eating more sand. I'm not sure who would win this one.

Ah!, almost forgot, Paul had to buy a fire extinguisher because now he has two pyromaniacs in their prime to worry about.

First off, those are now top on my list "best names for your domestic rats" lmao. Second, this guy follows the game. I mean, the only friends he has besides the boys are his pigeons, and I bet my left arm one of them it's named Rambo.

Yes, this is sweet. He has this DIY fascination too, so for date ideas you two get together with a bunch of clothes ready to be modified. Like kids in kindergarten, you two end up with paint all over your faces, but the final product is worth it, tho. Because you two can express your distinctive styles with your brand new shirts and jeans. Cut wounds will be involved in this too.

[astro-break]

Thoughts on the 12th ep of Hypmic Rhyme Anima. Spoilers beware

Ep.1 | Ep.2 | Ep.3 | Ep.4 & 5 | Ep. 6 | Ep. 7 | Ep. 8 | Ep. 9 | Ep. 10 | Ep. 11

I am the definition of Fear.jpg rn please help

MTR are so cute, just celebrating their win. Look at how happy they are!

... Oh well thats new. I like how Ichijauku has a tiny bit more agency in throwing out ideas (it really shows how close her and otome trust each other) but it also completely retcons a part of hypmic lore that was established with the Drama tracks. If you’ve heard “” then you know what I’m talking about

SMILING DOPPO HOLY SHIT DOPPO

ahaha doppo i love you so much youre so adorable you deserve to be happy

MTR as a family is just soo good. Both as familial or 

Hmm.... yes Samatoki has the right to be angry but that flattens him to a good for nothing thinks first asks questions later type of thug which is absolutely not what his character is. Especially with how the anime portrays him, it seems like there's only one emotion that he feels at any moment and that is anger. Which, fair he is an angry boy, but thats just one facet of his character. He’s also logical and not that sore of a loser, seeing that he still has room to grow (if you want an anime example, refer to the previous episode where he genuinely wonders what he could have done to treat Nemu better)

I think my biggest gripe with the adaptation is the flattening of all the characters TBH. I only really see it in Samatoki since I understand his character the most but I also see hints of it with Rio, Hifumi, and Gentaro. Most of the characters are just flattened into 2D tropes and made to act those tropes out. Which, y’know is the basis of each character but the series has built upon each character so well that its kinda jarring seeing them all so flat

I’m not sayin that I hate what the Anime has done with MTC but I hate what the anime has done with MTC

I expected a “Brocon” “Siscon” fight not this. What the fuck

☆ミ＋。゜H A C K I N G ゜。＋ミ☆

ahaha Ichiro you’re too trusting and pure for your own good

Okay why does all the animation budget go to making Samatoki look hot as fuck?

Ahaha they really do get along like cats and dogs. Jyuto being the voice of reason is kinda weird tho but oh well I can live with it

Tom saying “hai warat~e!” is so cute wtf?????? Lemme pet your head please

GENTARO PICKING UP HIS HAKAMA TO RUN IS ADOARBLE HELP ME

Im getting second hand embarrassment from Ramuda lmao

Slightly suspicious about how these group of reporters know the underground layout of Chuuoku so well

Oh well see I was right to be suspicious

That Unit name is really funny considering the whole Galatic Federation thing ahahaha

Oh that english! that was super clean and enunciated really well

Good intentions, bad execution. His reasoning is a bit flawed but its at least sound

hmmm usually I’d be happy about Doppo giving Hifumi his jacket but in this context not so much. See, Doppo gave it to Hifumi mostly because they had to fight, not because there were woman (which let me remind you Hifumi is deathly afraid of and the jacket acts as a wall between him and his gynophobia)

...... uh Interesting choices of microphones for Secret Aliens. Tom’s is a recording studio mic which makes some??? but not much sense. like Tom is a street photographer, not a radio host. Iris’s mic is.... I’m sorry what is that? Some sort of keyboard and.... something. idk what it is on her finger. And T. Rex just ripped out a purple dinosaur spine, stuck a mic onto the neck and called it a day. Nice

At least their speakers are somewhat better. Iris has Iris plants which. hilarious, but also very modern looking and sleek fitting of her more tech savvy nature as a hacker Theres also phone cameras which makes sense but the butterfly imagery which is present .... Fear.jpg. Rex again just went with a T. Rex Speaker which. Thank you rex for being very predictable, we love you so much. That soundwave looks like DNA too which is cool as hell. Tom.... Idk man Tom are you okay? What exactly is your speaker? are they those aperture umbrella things that photographers use? Im so confused, photographers in the fandom please help

YOOOOOOOOO THAT RAP THOUGH IRIS SOUNDS SO PRETTY?!?!?!? Can she please sing me to sleep? its so smooth and rolling. If I had to describe it, I would say that its the type of voice that I would hope would sing the ballads that I compose, the voice of a mother who still holds on to something after loosing everything she has fought for. 

Too bad Iris doesn’t get a verse to Rap in but holy shit what? Secret Aliens just might become one of my fave divisions based off song alone

Ah theres the cancellers. Thats fun, nice to see that there isn’t an adaptation induced plot hole in this One instance. Lets see if they can patch up the other plot holes created because the anime and source material went into different places

Dice, bad. no cheating. Bad dice

Ahaha there the flash bomb. That high pitch wailing was awful though. please never do that again

Hah, typical Ichijaku. We love it

Oh look at them. Working together. How cute. I really like Rio and Saburo interactions mostly because theres so much potential

Oh noooo i worry for FP

That growl from Ichijaku though. That did things to my heart oh my god

Aww I do like that enthusiasm from Ramuda. I do hope that things turn out at least somewhat okay for him. He’ll probably suffer 

Wait why is Saburo’s left eye purple? Is it the lighting or something else? I hope its just the lighting bc if anything happens to Saburo i will be very very sad (I rewatched the episode and Saburo’s eye is blue all the way up till he gets hit by Secret Alien’s attack. Even in a brightly lit area, it looks purple... i hope it isn’t forshadowing but then again Saburo’s eye has always been a darker shade of blue so it could just be the yellowish lighting since Ichiro’s red eye looks fuchsia)

Ichijaku with an angry face is kinda hot ahaha. Her deep rolling voice of anger just. Ugh very very good. Major props to her VA for pulling it off

IM FUCKING SORRY WHAT

YOU CAN”T LEAVE US ON THAT CLIFF HANGER?!

WHAT THE FUCK

IM GOING TO GO INSANE

THAT WASN’T EVEN SATISFYING?!?!?!

WHAT THE FUCK

KING RECORDS E X P L A I N

I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION

oh there’s a 13th ep

well thank fuck for a 13th ep bc if they ended the season like that i think id actually cry lol

Ugh so I guess that next week will be the last episode. I was so prepared for today to be the last episode but its kinda surprising that they have 13, slightly different from the normal season