#anyways i hope someone enjoys this nonesense

[queer-reader-07]

coffee theory and the disparaging of aziraphale’s character

ok y’all buckle up, we’re finally talking about why coffee theory not only disparages aziraphale’s character but would cheapen the story.

this is a meta i’ve been trying to write for ages now because i know i have Thoughts but trying to communicate them in a coherent and not passive aggressive way is… difficult to say the least.

i have a few main points i’m gonna touch on in this post:

1) why coffee theory disparages aziraphale’s character and removes him of his agency

2) why it would cheapen the story

3) how it underestimates neil’s talent as a writer

4) why the implications of it irk me

ok. let’s get into this.

firstly, a run down of coffee theory for anyone who’s managed to miss it. coffee theory basically states that the metatron drugged/manipulated the coffee he gave aziraphale such that the coffee was what led to aziraphale making the decision to go to heaven. (i.e. he wasn’t himself, he was under the influence and that’s why he did what he did)

why coffee theory disparages aziraphale’s character and removes him of his agency

look. i understand that aziraphale’s decision to go to heaven and take up the position of supreme archangel hurt. i understand that a lot of y’all were angry at him, and many of y’all still are angry with his decision. that is so totally valid and i’m not saying you’re wrong for being upset.

but what i do have to say is this: you can be angry at him while simultaneously acknowledging that his decision makes sense in the context of his character. those two truths can coexist without contradiction.

i think that a lot of people (myself included) have this unconscious tendency to view characters through our own warped perceptions of them rather than their actual character. like we all have our own headcanons about the characters and media we enjoy, but sometimes they get away from us and we start projecting complete headcanon onto real actual canon plot.

so let’s talk canon for a minute. the show has shown us time and time again that aziraphale fundamentally believes Heaven is good. he knows the angels are mean or bad sometimes but he thinks that capital H Heaven is good. that God’s plan is good. he believes that being an angel makes you good.

“i know the angel you were.” “you’re a demon you lied.” “you’re the bad guys.” “we’re hereditary enemies” “there is no our side”. aziraphale believes that being an angel and being on the side of Heaven is what makes you good. yes he knows crowley is good but aziraphale thinks it’s because of his past status as an angel. that it’s in spite of his demonic nature.

aziraphale believes that with the help of someone good (properly good, not pretend-y good) Heaven can be perfect and good and share that goodness with humanity. and he’s been given the opportunity to do that, alongside crowley no less!

aziraphale doesn’t fully understand how corrupt Heaven truly is. and nobody can get that across to him. not even crowley. miscommunication is an issue between them, yes. but it’s not the only issue. aziraphale fundamentally believes in Heaven, and crowley does not.

so of course aziraphale chose going to Heaven and being in charge because now he can truly enact change. his decision makes so. much. sense.

and coffee theory? coffee theory would strip aziraphale of all his depth and complexity as a character. it would say “yeah he has this long history of being hurt by this institution but his faith in it is so strong that he was willing to leave the one being he loved most in the universe behind if it meant fixing the institution and creating a safe future for him and his lover. but actually he just got drugged lol.” like. how utterly disappointing would that be? it strips him of his agency, it strips him of his complexity, it makes him boring. and boring is one of the worst things a character can be.

aziraphale is allowed to be a complex character. he’s allowed to make decisions you don’t like. in fact i think he should. that’s what happens in stories. especially in good ones. characters make decisions you don’t like all the time but what matters is if the decision makes sense. and aziraphale’s decision makes all the sense. no matter how upset it made you, it checks out.

why it would cheapen the story

look me in the eyes when i say this: most of y’all would probably hate coffee theory in practice because it is such a cop out plot twist.

coffee theory fundamentally disallows complexity to aziraphale’s decision to leave earth. it makes it a “oh no he was drugged!” situation instead of a “he has a lot of shit to work through and he’s hurting and the being he loves is hurting and the world is gonna end and he needs to work on himself before he can save the world properly.” situation.

coffee theory is bred out of the knee jerk instinct to say aziraphale was completely wrong and crowley was right and “i need to explain away aziraphale’s decision because he would never hurt crowley!!!”

y’all. i love aziraphale, do not get me wrong. but have we been watching the same show? aziraphale has hurt crowley, multiple times. he’s said many hurtful things. and it all comes back to the same reason: he believes Heaven and angels are good, and demons and Hell are bad.

it’s all connected. and i want to see the show acknowledge all of that. push it to the surface and let them confront it all. not brush away the hurt with some cheap “he was drugged!” plot twist. it’s boring and disappointing.

how it underestimates neil’s talent as a writer

neil is a good writer. i’m not gonna entertain arguments about this, if you like good omens you like neil’s writing. (and i highly suggest you read his other novels). and if there’s one thing i’ve found in my time reading neil’s books it’s that everything is intentional.

how much time does this fandom spend dissecting every single frame of the show because we know nothing is accidental? that is not a good omens specific thing, it’s in all of neil’s works (at least the ones i’ve read). neil is incredibly intentional in what he does, and in my experience he doesn’t rely on cheap plot twists.

he can plot twist the ever living daylights out of you but it will never be a cheap cop out like “he was drugged!” and acting like coffee theory is actually plausible is frankly an underestimation of what neil is capable of as a writer.

why the implications of it irk me

can we all just agree that the fandom likes crowley more? and that whenever aziraphale does anything slightly complex it’s often times either met with “oh nonono here’s this reason that doesn’t allow him any complexity” or “i hate him!!!! (also doesn’t allow complexity)”

you can adore crowley. i adore him too, i relate to him very deeply. but i love aziraphale too and i’m kind of tired of how frequent the aziraphale slander is.

and coffee theory, if i’m being honest, feels very much like y’all just can’t handle aziraphle being anything more than “silly little gay angel running the bookshop”. it feels like people just can’t handle the fact that he has his own motivations and feelings and that he truly thinks he’s doing the right thing.

and it’s to the point that you need to convince yourself he was DRUGGED so that you can accept his decisions?? y’all. did we watch the same show?

#i knew this would be long but damn. didn’t think it’d be this long. #i would apologize for the length but this took so long to write i’m not even sorry #i hope i articulated my point well enough that no one misinterprets it #and i’m totally open to discussion about this but just be respectful #i tried my best not to be rude and if i came across rude that was definitely not my intention #anyways i hope someone enjoys this nonesense #good omens #good omens meta #gomens meta #meta #coffee theory #anti coffee theory #ineffable divorce #aziraphale #aziraphale apologist #supreme archangel aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #crowley #good omens 2

[naturalbornsnickerdoodle]

sick of you | bang chan (fluff)

Pairing: sick!Chan x reader

Word count: 2.1k words

Rating: SFW / PG-13

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Some curse words here and there, suggestive conversations. Not proofread

Summary: Chan gets sick during preparations of a new comeback and reader takes care of him. 

Author’s note: Imagine it’s a scene from a sitcom or romcom. I made this longer than intended, my apologies. But I hope it entertains you <3 I’m open to feedback, please let me know if there are grammar mistakes or mispelled words. Thanks for reading, enjoy!

It was a normal afternoon, you were typing away at your computer, sipping at your iced tea while listening to the city’s sounds, a light breeze coming through the open windows.

Happy with your written progress, you stretched your arms above you when your phone started buzzing. It was a text from Felix.

🐥: Y/N, Chris is on his way home, whatever he says don’t let him talk you into thinking he’s okay, ‘cause he’s not.

Y/N: oh no, what happened?

🐥: not sure, but he looked really tired and was cranky af. It took all of us plus the managers to make him leave.

Y/N: Jesus...this man and his hyper independence is gonna be the death of me. Anyways, I’ll check up on him, Lix. Thanks for the heads up ❤️

🐥: No problem, good luck!

You put your phone down as you heard the apartment’s front door open. Soon enough, your boyfriend entered the living room where you were currently working. Your heart sank at the sight of Chan. The man looked pale and exhausted at first glance, but then his face lit up as he saw you and tried to greet you with a sweet smile.

“Hey baby” you smiled back at him, typing a little on your computer saving your document, as he put his bag down and entered the kitchen

“Hi babe, I’ll be back in a sec, want some water first” he called back

You stood from your working station stretching out some more before making your way to the kitchen.

“Hi” you say as you came close to him puckering your lips a little to properly greet him, but he was busy chugging down on his water bottle, holding up a single finger, signaling for you to wait.

“What, no kiss? Man, chivalry is dead after all”

Chris side eyed you as he took his last gulps of water. He chuckled at your comment when he was done with his water.

“Sorry, babe. Was pretty thirsty, it’s really hot out” he said while discarding the empty plastic bottle in the recycling bin

“Is it? thought the weather was kinda nice today”

He chuckled a little “yeah well you’ve always been more sensitive to cold, can’t tell how hot it’s out there”

“Fair point. So what’s with the hoodie?”

He stopped on his tracks at your question. “Pardon?”

“Hoodie’s are for chilly days, yeah? You said it yourself, I’m sensitive to cold, and I’m not even wearing one. So, hoodie?”

“Oh well uh I wore it during practice and didn’t feel like taking it off, that’s all”

You let out a soft “a-ha”, your tongue pushing your inner cheek, arms crossed as you looked at him warily.

“Whatever, you must be hungry, want something to eat?”

“Oh, no thanks, I’m good. I’ll wait til dinner time”

You stared back at him not saying a word for a few seconds blinking a few times

“That’s it, I’m not having it”

You marched into the living room to retrieve your phone, pretending to call someone. Chan followed immediately

“hey hey where are you going? Babe, what are you doing?” He asked as he saw you tapping away at your phone screen.

“Contacting JYP to file a complaint. They broke my boyfriend”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous”

“I mean it’s either that or they somehow managed to clone their idols and sent me the wrong one”

“this is crazy”

“oh is it? Help me out here: you came home in the middle of the afternoon, with no appetite, sweating profusely, white as a ghost AND didn’t even come close to say hello to me properly. Does that sound like the Christopher we know?”

“Yes???” he said increasing the pitch of his voice 

You narrowed your eyes at his poor attempt of justifying this nonesense.

“Bullshit. I’m calling the boys”

“Okay okay okay you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well, alright?”

“I knew it!”

“But I mean, it’s not that bad”

“If it’s not that bad, why didn’t you kiss me then?”

“Oh come on, what if was a lil sick, I didn’t want you to get sick either”

“sure...”

“I swear I’m good! Honestly I would’ve stayed practicing for longer but the guys wouldn’t let me. So they asked me to come home”

You chuckled at the last part

“What’s so funny?”

“They kicked you out, Christopher. Ha-ha”

He let out a long sigh, clearly not amused at your comments as he usually would be, but still planting his famous thin lined smile on his face (the one that looks like this :] )

“Okay, enough with the sitcom jokes. Come here, you said you were feverish?”

“I think so, I didn’t feel this warm back in the practice room”

You came closer to him and placed your palm on his forehead, eyebrows knitting together as you felt how warm he actually was.

“Yeah, you must’ve gotten warmer on your way here. Did you get one of the company cars to drive you?”

“No, I walked here”

“You walked all the way here from the JYP building?!”

“It’s a 20 minute walk, it’s not that far, Y/N”

“for a person that’s burning hot, it is”

“Aww stop babe, you’re making me blush” he lightly pushes your shoulder

“Funny. And that blush is from your fever, you dummy. You should be more careful next time, Chan.”

“I thought the walk would make me feel better, okay? you know, with the weather being nice and all.”

“Well, we need to break that fever ASAP, come on”

You took his hand on yours and led him to your shared bedroom. You instructed him to remove his clothes and put on some comfy ones.

While he was at it, you grabbed the first aid kit which had a thermometer and your stash of over-the-counter meds. You took the little device out along with the Tylenol bottle.

“Put this under your armpit while I bring some more things, yeah?”

He just nodded and took the little device from your hands, doing as he was told.

You were done getting some ice water and washcloths plus a new water bottle from the kitchen when you heard Chan call from your bedroom.

“Babeeee”

“Yeah?”

“The um the the, the thingy says 38.8ºC” struggling to get the device’s name right

“Okay I’ll be there in a sec” you replied, and you weren’t wrong, his fever was in fact high.

You found him cross-legged on the bed, still looking pale and kinda drowsy. Your heart sank once again after seeing your boyfriend stay so still and weak. You knew your heart would do that a lot today, at least until his fever broke.

“Sit back for me, honey” you asked him while removing the covers

“Say please?” he said arching his eyebrow at you

You let out a short yet exhasperated sigh at his teasing, then tried to smile at him so he would comply to your requests

“I’m joking, babe” he chuckled and then sat back against the headboard.

You got to work quickly, handing him the medicine first, following with the open water bottle. After he took the pill, you asked him to lay down so you could put the ice cold compress on his forehead. He, being the drama llama that he was when sick, yelped the moment the washcloth barely grazed his face.

Laughing at him you said “Babyyy I can’t get it on you if you keep squirming! I promise the cold will vanish after a while. Pleaseeee”

He held his breath right before you put it on him, still yelping and closing his eyes but not moving this time.

“Thank you, now try to rest for a little, I’ll make you something to eat. Chicken soup sound good?”

Without moving an inch, Chan tried to look up at you through the compress that was blocking his view, and only managed to do a thumbs up and say “sounds great”

You planted a kiss on his cheek before leaving, asking him to let you know if he needed anything.

After a little while, you entered your bedroom holding a tray with a big biwl of soup and some mini breads, that way the medicine wouldn’t make your boyfriend’s stomach upset.

You set the tray down on your night table, then slowly sat down on the edge of your bed, gently placing your hand on his abdomen.

“Chan? Babe?”

He abruptly woke up from his slumber, supporting himself on his elbows with the compress hanging over one of his eyes.

“What? Yeah? I’m up, what’s- I’m up”

You chuckled at how confused he looked.

“You fell asleep for a little bit, it’s okay” You told him, now both of your hands on his body, trying to get him to relax.

“I got you some soup, but I’m gonna need you to sit up, okay? please?”

He mumbled in agreement and quickly rested his back against the headboard once more.

“I was resting my eyes for a minute” he said removing the now warm compress from his face

“Seems like the meds kicked in pretty hard, huh? Careful, it’s hot” you said as you placed the tray in front of him, above his legs. Then took the compress from his hand and placed it in the bowl full of ice water.

“They better, got lots to do before the next comeback”

You hummed in disapproval “well, if you rest properly I’m sure you’ll be ready”

“By properly you mean only tonight, yeah?”

“You’re on thin ice, Bang”

“Oh come on, I told you it’s not that bad. I’m sure it’s just like a mild cold or something” he said taking a spoonful of soup, then yelping at how hot it was.

“Told you it was hot”

“Thought you meant I waz hot” tongue hanging out of his mouth from the burn

You laughed throwing your head back “Oh lord, take it as karma for not wanting to rest for a couple more days”

He took a sip of his water then grabbed the spoon once more to take another spoonful of his chicken soup.

“Blow it” you reminded him, and regretted saying it as soon as the words left your mouth, closing your eyes.

“Babe, I’d love to but I’m sick you know?”

“I MEANT BLOW ON YOUR SOUP YOU LITTLE SHIT”

His laugh filled the room, body shaking with amusement as your hands covered your face in a mix of frustration and laughter.

Once his laughter died down, you looked at him fondly, watching him carefully eat his soup.

You talked a bit more about this and that. Then you took his plate and tray away from him so he could rest properly now.

Back in your bedroom, you put on your pajamas and got a clean t-shirt on the bedside table, hoping chan’s fever would break in the middle of the night. You let him know where it was so he could change into it later.

You laid on your side of the bed, propped on one of your arms, you checked Chan’s cold compress and took it from him, putting it in the bowl. While you waited for it to get cold, you pressed your cheek to you boyfriend’s, who was taken aback by your action and tried to move away, afraid of getting you sick with whatever he had.

“Relax, I’m just checking how warm you are”

“Oh here I was thinking you just wanted to take advantage of an ill person” voice a little hoarser than before

“Me? Nah. I mean, I guess I could but you’re too tired to do anything”

He chuckled “I’m not too tired. I just don’t wanna get you sick, babe”

“Oh, but I am sick”

He looked at you puzzled, eyebrows knitting together and guilt spreading quickly across his face

“What?”

“yeah, sick of your shit” you burst into silent laughter at your silly dad joke, grabbing your own belly with one arm and hitting chan’s arm with the other

“should’ve seen it coming” slowly joining you with his own giggles

Once the laughter died down, you reached for the cold compress in the bowl.

“Okay, I’m putting a new washcloth on, babe”

Chan grimaced in anticipation and said okay. You counted to 3 then set the compress on his forehead. And yes, he did yelp again.

You couldn’t help but giggle, he looked cute with his rosey cheeks and a white little towel on his face. You planted a few kisses on his cheek before laying on his chest. Chan took the arm that was resting under your head and started caressing your arm, pulling you closer to him.

“Hey. Thank you for today, I appreciate it.” he squeezed your arm as he said it

“It’s alright, babe. I like taking care of you”

“You’re lying”

“I am”

You both chuckled at the last joke of the night. You said your I love you’s before closing your eyes and drifting into dreamland.

Chan was an awful, stubborn, terrible patient even, but he was yours and you’d take care of him for as long as you could.

Hope you liked it!

#Bang Chan #Chan #Christopher #Christopher Bang Chan #Chris Banhg #Stray kids #SKZ #Channie #Bang Chan x Reader #Chan x Reader #Chris Bang #fluff #Bang chan fluff #sick bang chan #kpop #K-pop #Bang chan fic #Felix

[theduosetter]

── 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙠 ──

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x f!reader

Summary: Two strangers laid their eyes upon one another and were captivated at first sight. All they were itching to know was their name yet who knew they were closer to each other than they realized.

Warning(s): cursing, fluff, adorable all around!!

A|N: I hope you enjoy this mini series! Any heart or reblog would be appreciated thank you! Feedback too :D

Links: m.list | writing commissions ✏️ || tip the writer ✍️ ||

Part: 3

"Hurry up, Y/n!" Hinata yelled as he grew impatient.

"I'm coming, Shoyo! You're literally outside of my door." you hung up and grabbed your bag along with your phone.

Opening your bedroom door you saw your best friend standing there tapping his foot. "Was it really necesarry for you to call me when you were already here?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed "I don't want you changing plans last minute."

"I'm not going to bail on you guys." you chuckled "Relax, we are going to hangout together today."

"Alright. Come on we still need to get to the gym to warm up." he grabbed your hand and ran downstairs.

"Shoyo!" you exclaimed "Where's Tobio anyway?"

When you got to the bottom of the stairs you saw the black haired friend sitting down at the kitchen table. A sigh escaped your lips knowing he wouldn't pass up the chance of some milk with your mom's pastries. "I can't quite say that I'm surprised."

"Do you wnt...s-sum?" he muffled as he chewed down on the bread making his cheeks chubbier.

"I'll be fine." you answered unlike the orange hair who stuffed a plastic bag filled with pastries while your mom laughed.

"Why don't I just give you guys some extra ones?" your mom said as she filled another bag with individual wrapped bakery goods.

"We'd appreciate it!" the duo spoke.

"We gotta go or else you'll be late for the game!" you exclaimed pulling each one away from the counter covered in sweets.

"Let me get one more!" Hinata whined, "One more-"

"You'll both end up getting stomach aches if you don't stop!" you retorted.

What seemed like eternity you managed to get them out the door despite the begs. "Please make sure to come back soon boys!" your mom said.

"We'll be back Mrs. (last name)! Thank you for the sweets!" they both yelled in unison.

"I will see you before closing, mom." you kissed her cheek and grabbed the four bentos. "Thank you for the food!"

"Be careful okay?" she waved goodbye at you then chuckled to herself, "I'm glad my baby has her friends."

"Seriously you guys barely have enough time to get to the gym!" you yelled out as you three ran towards the school's grounds. "I told you we had to go!"

"Yeah but your mom's bread was so good!" Hinata jumped "It tasted like a fluffy cloud Y/n!"

"She definitely needs to bring her food to the next school's festival." Kageyama added "Imagine how much attention your mom's bakery would get."

You bit your lip "You're not wrong about that..."

Hinata looked at his watch, his eyes widened. "We only have 15 minutes to practice before the other school get's here Kageyama!"

"You idiot! I told you we had to go!" he moved closer to kick his butt but Hinata managed to dodge his hit.

"Oh shut up! You were stuffying your face too!"

"Why am I friends with these two again?" you muttered.

"Come on pick up the pace y/n!" Hinata and Kageyama grabbed your hands and ran faster than your legs could move.

"G-guys!" you exclaimed "I-I'll end up falling─ slow down!" they were too focused on getting to practice than hear about your objections "If I break a bone I'm telling my mom to ban you from the shop!"

After a five minute run that was supposed to be ten, you finally arrived. Your legs felt like jelly and your sweater was long gone as your body was too sweaty. 'This was worse than a summer day...' you thought, 'I showered and got dressed so nicely only for it to be ruined by those two. Ugh they owe me big time.'

You slowly treaded towards the stairs of the gym, their teammates were too busy preparing to notice you. A sigh escaped your lips upon feeling the cool air coming from the a/c. "This... this is nice." you mumbled. "It feels like a cold freezer..."

"Um... hi." a voice spoke coming from behind you.

"You two are so banned..." you muttered under your breath. Slowly you turned around to come face with two guys. 'They must be their teammates.'

"Are you going to keep blocking the door or can we get through?" the tall guy with the glasses spoke.

"Tsuki." the shorter one mumbled.

"Well?" he stared you down, "We don't have all day."

'He must be the guy that Shoyo and Tobio went up against.' you thought.

"R-right... but you don't have to be so rude you know." you answered.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes walking passed you meanwhile his friend gave you an apologetic smile. "He's usually not mean." he chuckled slightly "Do you need help with something?"

"No... I came to see some friends. But they left me out on the front steps to get ready for your match today."

"Wait... are you really their friend?" he asked.

"If you're talking about the tall one and the ginger then yes." you chuckled, "They said it was fine for me to come today."

"Don't take this the wrong way but..." he scratched his cheek looking away from you, "I'm surprised they have a friend that's a girl, given the way that they are."

"No worries. I understand what you mean especially since we met in very different times." You two walked inside "I'm still surprised they are friends."

"Y/n!" looking to the left you saw Yachi jogging over to you. "Oh hey, Tadashi!"

"I should go warm up, it was nice meeting you!"

"You too Tadashi!"

She then spoke again, "What happened to you? Did you run all the way here?"

"Hinata and Kageyama were too busy stuffing their faces with my mom's pastries. By the time they actually listened to me it was too late and we had to run all the way here." you whined "Now I'm all covered in sweat and I feel disgusting."

"I told them not to get distracted." she sighed "Do you want to freshen up? I have an extra shirt in the club room."

"Really? Id really appreciate that."

"Come on we still have a few minutes before the whole team gets here."

Your feet were too tired to walk yet somehow you managed to go upstairs to the room. "I swear one day those two will be the death of me." you complained.

"Can you blame them? Your mom's sweets are too good." Yachi chuckled.

Shaking your head you went inside and washed your face along with your arms and back. "How are the two doing with their quick attack by the way?" you asked.

"They're getting there, although they still want to make sure it comes out perfect. Coach Ukai said they need to upgrade it or else it won't be enough to get past the blocker's hands."

You nodded, "There's no doubt in my mind they will make it work. From the videos you've sent me those two can work a miracle even if they end up fighting... their goals are the same."

"Oh right I was going to ask you..." Yachi continued "... how did it go with your guy by the way? Did he end up messaging you?"

Biting your lip, you put on the white clean shirt. "He did, he was so nervous and sweet. I apologized to him about what my mom did yet he said he didn't mind because he was nervous about talking to me." you giggled.

"Wait so your mom really did give him your phone number?!"

"She did! I wasn't expecting her to go that far." you answered "But it is kinda embarrasing how she had to do it for me though..."

"Nonesense!" she exclaimed "You just needed that little push well you both did. I'm sure he knows that especially since he took the time to message you."

It was difficult to hide the smile that kept creeping up on your face. "As cliche as it sounds... it really feels like a movie Yachi."

"You're barely at the talking stage but what if he asks you out on a date then to become something more. Are you ready to go that far?"

Closing the locker you turned to face her, "Not going to lie with everything that has happened... I feel scared to say yes. After what happened I never really thought someone would take an interest in me and that I'd feel the same way."

Yachi placed her hand on your shoulder, "It's been at least 4 four years I think it is time to enjoy a new adventure in your life. You may never know what might happen."

"Yeah, I know."

There was a knock on the door, "Hey! Yachi are you almost ready? Kiyoko said she needs your help setting up."

"Yeah! We'll be right there Sugawara!" she yelled back.

"Who's Sugawara?" you asked.

"Come on let's go meet the rest of the team that way it'll be easier." she chuckled taking your hand and walking back to the gym.

There were sudden butterflies in your stomach, although you knew your friends were part of the team, you couldn't but wonder if it was okay for you to come. All you wanted was to make a good impression for the team that gave your friends the opportunity to play.

As soon as she opened the door everyone turned their heads to look at you. Two memebers then ran over to you both making you jump back.

"A new girl!" they yelled in unison.

"She's so cute!" the shorter one exclaimed.

"You didn't tell us you had such a pretty friend Yachi!" the taller one added.

Yachi became flustered, "Ah! T-this is m-my friend! She came to w-watch the game today. Y/n this is Tanaka and Nishinoya."

Feeling embarrassed you gave them a nod, "It's nice to meet you guys."

"She's so adorable!" Tanaka exclaimed "I hope we get to see you around here more often."

"Oh... um sure, if you guys don't mind." you said.

"Where have you been all my life?!" Nishinoya's eyes widened not being able to handle how cute you looked.

"Oh Y/n!" Hinata then jogged over to you guys "Can you help us toss some balls?"

"Yeah let's go-" you went to follow Hinata only to be taken away in the opposite direction.

"You need to meet the whole team." Nishinoya held your hand dragging you over to what seemed to be the third years along with other members.

"Guys! This is Yachi's friend, Y/n! Y/n, this is Suga or Sugawara for short, Asahi, Tsukishima, Tadashi, and Ennoshita!"

You tried to hide your nervousness, "Hello! It's nice to meet you guys, thank you for letting my friends play."

Tsukishima stared at you with an uninterested look, while Tadashi smiled softly.

"How did you manage for Hinata and Kageyama to get along? They were at each other's throats." Sugawara chuckled.

"Well... let's just say it's still hasn't changed much." you rubbed the back of your head. "But we make it work."

"Are you also a first year?" Ennoshita asked.

"Mhm I had to change school's during the second semester." you answered. "Karasuno is my second school."

"Well welcome to the team, I apologize in advance if things get out of control." Sugawara said "They're usually..." he tried to put into words but you understood.

"No worries if I can handle those two I'm sure it won't bother me." you chuckled. "Is this the whole team?"

"We're only missing our captain." Asahi answered, "Where is he anyways?"

Tskushima shrugged "He said something about needing to find his knee pads."

"Anyway we should go get ready before the school shows up. Let's start to warm up." Sugawara said and everyone went off to do their own things. "If you want you can sit down besides Coach Ukai and Mr. Takeda."

"Oh okay." you then looked around "Do you need help with anything?"

"I think we should be good, can you help with picking up the volleyballs and putting them in that basket when the other team gets here?"

"Sure." you were about to grab the cart when you heard the door open again.

"Oh! Daichi come over here!" he yelled.

Your feet froze, the numbness you felt earlier in your legs returned. 'Please... don't be who I think it is...' you thought lowering your head, 'Oh my god what if he gets dissappointed?'

You tried to subtly fix your hair and tuck in the club room shirt. Sugawara noticed, "Are you okay─"

"What is it Suga?" Daichi asked as he walked over to where you both were.

"This is the friend that they were talking about, this is Y/n." he said smiling softly at you. "Daichi?"

You slowly lifted your head to come face to face with those loving brown eyes. Daichi was in the same state as you, shocked yet happy to finally see you.

"Are you alright?" Sugawara asked looking at him.

"Y-yeah..." he chuckled awkwardly "It should have been obvious right?"

Your face was hot, "Y-yeah, I shouldn't have been so dumb."

"You two know each other-"

"This is y/n... the one I've been telling you about." Daichi said.

"Oh...." Suga mumbled "So you're the one he can't stop rambling about." a smirked then formed on his lips.

You blushed, "W-what, really?"

"Suga!" Daichi exclaimed.

"I can't believe after all this time you two would end up meeting each other at school." he said.

"Yeah..." you chuckled lightly "I knew you played a sport but never thought you were my friend's captain."

"I didn't know if it sounded cool─" he admitted.

"Are you kidding?!" you exclaimed "It's amazing! Volleyball isn't an easy sport. The amount of people that depend on you to lead them, yet you still have their backs and know what to say" you smiled looking up at him. "It's admirable really."

Daichi rubbed the back of his head, shyly smiling "Thank you I try my best to keep them under control... but sometimes they don't bother to listen."

"I know how that feels."

Sugawara stood quiet watching you two converse as if you were the only ones. He wanted to say something to get Daichi all flustered but didn't have the heart to do so. 'I am sooo going to have fun with this.' he thought.

#daichi sawamura x reader #daichi sawamura #haikyuu daichi #hq daichi #hq!! x reader #hq!! scenarios #hq x y/n #hq fluff #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu blog #haikyuu!! #hq!! fluff #hq!! smau #hq!! #daichi x reader #hq smau #hq anime #hq fake texts #hq x you #daichi x you #fanfic #anime fanfic

[omiramotakiart]

Gothic literature content will come back when I have some extra time to continue the story and figure out a plot, class and such have me a bit bussy and expect some original content one of these days. Anyways I may as well be the only one writing Amphibian Man content based on old cheesy love songs that sound like shojo openings... all of this based on my own little stupid telenovela version of the story. Enjoy the bullshit.

Ten o'clock, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock… What hour was it? Too dark to see the clock and he didn't really care, why would he care when he could wake up with the greatest treasure of all between his arms, sleeping soundly with clothes a bit too big for her and hair all mangled, steadily breathing, curling up near him as she slept, when did exactly they fell asleep? Well, it couldn't have been long, they arrived late at first and spent a good while just laughing and rambling about sweet nonesenses for a good while.

Good thing the house was alone, or as alone as it could be with the occasional employee who came to check on the animals or clean the lab, luckily the main guy had work to do, away, far away, Dr. Salvator was not the one to leave things unattended, no, he had a good enough staff at the clinic, thankfully the staff would never stay at the main house, Icthyander's dad had the bad habit of assuming the worst could and would happen if he was gone for a while, and yet he would occasionally leave him alone when going to work conferences, Icthyander had learned to avoid some if not most of his dad's usual methods of keeping surveillance over him. He knew which employees to avoid and what to say, what excuses to give for his swimming escapades and what to use as a way to back up his story.

He knew exactly where he could sneak up with Gutiere and at what hour. She deserved a break and if it meant disappearing for a while then he was willing to provide the hiding spot. Just some minutes under water going through the right passage, hiding her luggage where it could be easily picked up by any of the two. She looked so graceful below the waves, like she had always belonged there, among the sea and all its creatures, he could almost swear she was a mermaid of sorts coming back home. She shivered while he rushed to get her a towel and told her towards which entrance to run and how to unlock the door. He only had to get her belongings that were hidden among rocks, he knew the right passage on land to get them inside without being seen.

She was radiant, when wasn't she radiant? When hadn't Gutiere been the kindest, most wonderful human being he had ever come across? Not that he knew many people and yet he was convinced she was the best among a world that didn't deserve someone as good as her.

How did it happen, again? Firstly talking, joking, laughing, yes, senseless little things about Romeo and Juliet and tragic romances from tales older than the country itself, maybe a cup of yerba mate to get that kick of energy, getting her some clothes to use when sleeping, old shirts of his that looked comically large on her.

It was a kiss.

Teasing the other about silly little things and hopes for the future, dramatic romantic tragedies, pulling the other near the couch just to sit down and enjoy the silence. Just that the silence became whispers, whispers became touches, touches became kisses and plenty of other things. He had nothing to complain about as long as she wanted to be in his arms, as long as she wanted to be the first person to see him that way, to take a good look at all the scales and gills and fins and scars from previous surgeries and instead of being terrified she had chosen to kiss each thing that made him less human.

What even was he? Not a fish, but unable to be like any other human, an amphibian? That meant he was what? A frog? A salamander? He had no idea other than at the end of the day he was just a weird creature and that was it, yet, it never mattered around her, he wasn't the experiment or the lab helper not even a sick patient in need of cost and medical check ups, he was normal, as normal as he could be, just another man among the crowd going about his day and not the monster the public made him to be.

Gutiere, Gutiere, what wouldn't he say about her? Was there even enough time for him to sing praises to someone like her? All he wanted to do was to hold her close and tight and tell her how much she meant to him, how she was worthy of so much more, how much he loved every single thing about her. What if anyone found out? What if anything happened and his dad was to come home earlier and open the door? What if Gutiere's father or god forbid, Don Pedro where to find them? He couldn't bear the thought of it, he could fix things with his dad, explain anything that needed to be explained. Anyone else? It better not happen. She looked so peaceful. Better not to wake her up.

He loved her so much. So much, so much it felt like his heart was going to explode, like he couldn't smile any wider, that he only wanted to keep her near and make her laugh and smile and be the happiest she's ever been and to kiss her forehead everytime she was in his arms. So much that it may as well hurt. The good kind of hurt. The kind that made him feel he was dying and she was an angel waiting for him.

What wouldn't he do for her? He'd gladly give up his life, he'd gladly die for her.

Growing old somewhere near the sea, seeing that warm smile, hearing that cristaline voice, the wind on the curls or her hair and knowing she is safe, that was paradise for him. That way a life on land didn't seem so bad. Being alone among fish and the endless blue had become hell to him, an unfortunate fate, not that he would ever despite the ocean, he despised the loneliness, because after years, once old and grey, what would he have left? No one but water and a wasted life of hiding, one day his father would die, one day he'll be too old to swim as he does and he cannot drown so what option does he even have?

Was it selfish?

Was it selfish to see salvation in her? To see some semblance of normalcy, to see another option, solace. 

Perhaps it was. But his feelings were true, he knew they were true. He would gladly float endlessly in the sea as long as he knew she was safe, even if that meant damming himself.

Would he avoid it? If he could, yes. 

Yes, yes, he would choose to be with her. He would always choose to be with her. If she didn't want him then, as much as it hurted, he would go, if she told him so, he would go away and at least have the knowledge that it was because she wished for it to be that way.

He would do it all for her.

***

She was tired. Tired of it all. Pedro and his stupid attempts at something that would never happen, her father siding with him, the whole town acting as if they had any right to get involved in the matter. At moments even tired of Olsen constantly trying to squeeze the news out of every single thing that happened around. She wasn't tired of him, though. No, no, he was something new, someone new, different, a kind yet peculiar stranger that one day knocked on the door with something she lost and claiming to have saved her from drowning, a stranger who tried to help her get away from Pedro, a stranger that kept sneaking her away from the public when she needed, who was so willing to sit and listen and go through anything she asked him too, who could risk himself just to get back a necklace. 

She wasn't tired of Icthyander. She had no reason to. She didn't feel like she had a reason. 

Sometimes it was walking around town and showing him around. Other times it was going to the parties at the bluffs, taking the lead when dancing, going to the local restaurants and singing next to the entertainment with him.

All the things he said of his father, of his home, it all seemed like a joke. And still she was proved wrong. Swimming to the entrance was strange enough. He already looked at home underwater, as if he had been born at sea and never gotten out, she must admit she liked that. How strange it was to open the door inside the cave and be greeted with big tiles of blue and tall walls of peachy tones with seashells hanging from them among fishbones and pictures of the sea. Just sitting on the big blue couch when alone felt weird, like she was out of place, as if she had stepped into another dimension, still shivering and crying to dry herself. There was something about seeing him come back with her belongings that eased her nerves. Maybe that hand wave from the window with her luggage or how he called her name, enough to make her smile and run to hug him as soon as he crossed the door.

One would wonder what reasons would make anyone want to disappear off the map for a couple of days, she had plenty, really, one of them was named Pedro Zurita, he had the idiotic obsession with wishing nearby or whatever he was doing, but quite frankly, did he had the gut to get near any house? As long as she wasn't anywhere easy to spot she would consider it a safe place and would find an excuse to give her father later. Gone partying with friends or something, most she could get is some stern talk and that's about it. At least she would be spending the days with someone she cared about.

Why did she enjoy seeing the surprise on his face each time she hugged him? How he gave back each peck on the cheek, how the scales on his face almost seemed to gleam with each smile… She was smiling too, and staring, her hand still sliding from his ear to chin. He may as well be the only person she'll ever allow to kiss her hand.

It was a matter of seconds after any of them realized they had to change clothes, most of her luggage was wet and she had to borrow some old shirts and pants from him. Was it odd that she wanted to keep them forever? That she wanted to hug the clothes as tightly as possible? 

He smelled like the sea. And well… he pretty much lived in there, the house was nearby, Gutiere herself worked on a ship or a store that sold all that came from its depths, still, she knew that specific smell of ocean water and some sort of perfume that still linger in those old clothes. What were they made of? Cotton? Wool? Something soft, that's another thing that came to mind when thinking of him, she've heard plenty of fishermen talking of the cold, wet and slimy grip of the Sea Devil's scaly hands, who would've thought the monster they all feared was not a creature from hell but just a young man with eyes brighter than stars, of soft embrace and soft voice, of sweet words and… he was godsent, that was something she could be sure of.

What were they talking about? Something about… Seashells? Coral? Some compliment about eyes and smiles… food... drinks, a drink, yerba mate, she must have spent around an hour talking about the times she stargazed with her dad as a child, the smile never left his face and Gutiere even got some stories about when Icthyander was little and his parents would take him to those big events for doctors and scientist just for him to fall asleep on the couch or chairs. Time was hard to tell, not that she cared much.

It was so easy to rest her head on his shoulder. It was so easy to close her eyes and let him wrap an arm around her, to kiss her head. How many wonderful things he had said to her, they had known each other for two weeks and barely had kissed one week ago… was it too fast? Who the hell cares? It was at night with the stars shining bright and the ocean as their only witness, splashing water to each other and trying to pull the other under, just for mere seconds their faces were close enough to touch and just at that moment it happened, it happened and it felt like all the blood on her body was rushing to her face, it felt like her heart had stopped, it felt all… surreal. That day his words were simple whispers that made her giggle, even after getting back to land and saying goodbyes, she couldn't shake that feeling, the smile on her face, the smile on his face. Pulling him near her for one more kiss felt right, a small peck on the cheek felt right.

One each time they greeted each other, when saying goodbye, when he came to visit during her job hoping not to be seen by anyone.

How could she feel like she had known him for so long? 

Why did those words hit so differently that time?

I love you.

Gutiere had opened her eyes, laughed as if she hadn't hear him right 

I love you.

It all felt like heaven, their own little safe haven where she could laugh as loud as possible and smile as wide as she could and hug him with enough strength to squeeze every breath out of him. 

How did they go from a couch to lying together in bed? To have him in her arms, to tell him all the scales and scars and gills was something she was never bothered about. She wanted him, as simple as that, in what sense? All senses, she wanted him. Gills and all. 

That night she slept way better than what she had in weeks. Only to wake up with that pair of gleaming ocean eyes and kind smile making sure the blankets didn't fall off of her.

"You look tired…" she muttered, running her hands through his hair and cheek.

"I wanted to make sure you are comfortable…"

"How could I be not? You are here after all…"

"You're too kind…" he kissed her forehead before brushing away strands of her hair. "I cannot believe I have met someone as wonderful as you."

"You're a gift from heaven, Icthyander," that laughter of his, she wanted to keep it near forever, "My sea wonder…"

"My beloved sunray… you have no idea how much I love you."

She could only hold him tighter, head resting on his chest, his hands combing her hair, "I love you too, Icthyander."

#amphibian man

[levisprincess6669]

Good Enough

Hi can I request #7 and #65 for Levi from AOT please?🙂 thank you so much 🤗

I am so sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy reading it though ^^

I was new to the Scouts, only ever completed one expedition where many of my comrades died but I wasn't going to back down. I was assigned to Captain Levi's squad through, which was surprising as he only ever hand picked his comrades.

Training was definitely tough, and the cleaning regime which somehow only seemed to apply to our squad was a real pain. Levi was strict and seemed to always call me out on even the most minimalist mistakes.

"Alright! I want everyone to partner up for hand to hand combat!" Shouted our captain, and I instantly headed for Petra, my best friend and usual training partner.

We stood opposite each other, waiting for everyone to get enough space as to not interrupt anyone else's fights. "He's really not going easy on us today." Petra laughed silently, making sure Levi didn't hear her.

"Agreed." I giggled under my breath, watching the short man shout at Gelgar, a member of Captain Mike's squad. But apparently my amusement was not as silent as originally thought as his eyes shot to me with an intense glare.

"What was that brat?" Levi asked, turning everyone's attention to me. "Do you find this funny? Or just too easy?" There was an undertone of something in his icy voice... Hatred? Disgust? I couldn't tell but it wasnt pleasant. It made me want to crawl into a deep cave never to be seen again.

"N-no sir!" I stuttered the words out, going into a salute but because of my nerves placed my left hand over the right side of my chest mistakenly. I went to fix it, embarrassment taking over my being as I closed my eyes, hoping he wouldn't pick up on this but my luck has never been good.

"I know you're new but that doesn't give you excuses to not know a proper salute." He judged, face as close as it could be to me. "Now, since you think you're superior to everyone else here, prove it." He said loud enough for everyone to hear, shrugging his jacket off and standing opposite me in a fighting position.

"S-sir I... I didn’t mean any disrespect!" I got out frantically, not wanting to fight my squad captain in front of everyone. Petra had long since backed away from me, and stood with everyone who surround this fight. Levi was unbeatable in hand to hand combat, even if someone had trained all their life.

"This is an order. Fight me." He uttered, not breaking his posture. I nodded reluctantly, getting into a stance and waited for him to throw the first hit, which he did after realising I wouldn't attack him first.

He threw a punch, which I easily blocked, until i realised it was just a diversion and felt the knee colliding with my stomach. I jumped back quickly, getting into an even more defensive stance if that was possible. He wouldn't let me walk away so I did as told, waiting for him to attack again before grabbing his incoming elbow. This left him open and I used the momentum to jump up and kick him in the head.

He blocked with ease, grabbing my leg and twisting out of my grip just to effortlessly throw me onto the ground. I coughed from the impact, beginning to get up again.

"Just stop." Levi said simply, walking over to my hurt body and glaring down. "You're not going to beat me, and at this rate anyone." He said with venom dripping down his voice before turning away. "Dismissed!" He shouted on the way, grabbing his jacket while I just stared at him from my place on the ground.

"Y/N are you okay!?" Petra asked hurriedly, helping me up. I just nodded, forcing on a fake smile. His words hurt... He said it as if I would never be able to accomplish anything.

"Ye-yeah I'm fine." I didn’t want her help, instead I shrugged her worried hands off of me and headed towards the barracks to immerse myself in some kind of fantasy world where I didn’t have to think about about how worthless of a soldier, of a person I really was.

The bad thing is that he always treated me like this, always called me out as if he had some kind of vendetta against me. The last time we cleaned for instance, I missed a speck of dust on the top shelf of a bookcase and got assigned to clean the whole floor by myself all over again while everyone else was dismissed. “Make something useful of yourself and clean until this whole area is spotless.” I remember him saying before locking himself in his office. And that’s what I did, cleaned into the early hours of the morning to the extent that one could see their reflection in the tiles beneath their feet. Yet that didn’t satisfy the Captain. All he did was ‘tch’ and glare at me the way only he could.

I walked to my bunk, sitting down against the wall next to the bed, reaching a hand under the pillow to grab the book I was currently reading. It was a mystery book, although I believe it was roughly based on Kenny the Ripper and included a detective who really enjoyed drinking tea... Similarly to Levi. 

I groaned in annoyance, why can’t I even enjoy a book without being reminded of him like this? He always makes me brew his tea in the mornings if we have a squad breakfast, then proceeds to say it tastes like piss. I just don’t understand why he doesn’t make his own tea from the get go if he just pours mine down the drain anyway and makes another batch. 

“Hey Y/N?” Petra’s head came into view as she peaked into the room with a worried expression. “Are you okay?” She asked, slowly walking into the room and sitting on my bed.

“Yeah...” I sighed, leaning my head against the wall and closing my eyes. “Listen... Would you be able to cover for me tonight at dinner?” I suddenly asked, an idea popping into my head as I thought back to the book. The main detective liked his tea but... His assistant loved his alcohol due to all the stress and maybe I could use the same stress relieve too? It was worth a try, especially since I’d definitely be back by breakfast. 

“I- Where are you going to be?” She asked, slightly surprised at my request.

“I just wanted to have a night in the city, a little stress relieve... Apparently there’s a really nice place with cheap drinks only an hour away according to Nanaba.” I explained, begging her to agree with my eyes.

Petra nodded hesitantly. “Okay, but... Just be careful.” 

I instantly jumped up and hugged her. “Thank you! I owe you so much for this!” I exclaimed, running to the little drawer that belonged to me and picking out some civilian clothes in which it would be easy to sneak out in. A long skirt and a simple short sleeved cotton t-shirt. 

"Are you taking anyone with you?" She questioned suddenly.

I simply shake my head. "If more people go then one of the superiors is sure to catch on. We can't have that." I explained, opening the drawer again and picking out my money from it, placing it into a pouch and attaching it to my hip securely. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." I smiled, glancing out of the window now to see that night was beginning take over. "I'll see you later tonight!" I said, beginning to walk out of the barracks as stealthily as possible, aware that everyone would either be in the mess hall or heading there now, the perfect time to steal away.

I took the route through the forest, remembering there was a small hole in the surrounding fence which saves me the trouble of explaining to whoever is in main entrance duty why I'm leaving. Honestly it was easy to get out and I headed towards town, remembering the route off by heart once I reached the main road. It did take around an hour after all to get to the tavern.

There was a strong scent of alcohol as I pushed the door open, it filled my nose and I instantly let my muscles relax, not even looking at the surroundings, not taking into account who was shouting and celebrating in different areas of the establishment. Instead I headed straight for the barkeep, asking for the strongest drink, which was downed within seconds.

I took a seat right in front of the bar. "Can I open a tab please?" I questioned, it wasnt hard to figure out I was going to be here all night. The barkeep nodded but got stopped by someone.

"Nonesense! Ill be paying for the ladies drink!" The man slurred, then asked for another of what I just had. Normally I would refuse but if it saves me money then why not.

I'm not too sure how much time went by but after a few more drinks, the man was beginning to really cosy up to me in an uncomftorable way. My head was spinning so I couldn't even walk away.

"Why don't I take you to mine, rest that pretty little head of yours." The man whispered in my ear, tugging at my arm and making me stumble in the process.

"No I-" my hand grabbed the counter as everything started spinning. "I need to go back to HQ." I mumbled.

"I'll take you there in the morning." There was an undertone to his words as his hand begun to travel down my lower back.

"I said no." I tried to straighten my back but the sudden movement made everything go black and I had to sit down promptly, which made the man pull me up roughly from the seat.

"Now listen here, I paid for your drinks so you are coming home with-" He stopped talking and completely let go of me, I lifted my eyes to see him on the ground, Levi towering over him with his back towards me.

"Now you listen here, the lady said no.” The short man said, crossing his arms from what I could tell in my current position. “And if I ever see you anywhere near her again, you’ll have to deal with me.” 

“A-Aren’t you Captain Levi?” The man stuttered out, crawling away on his hands and knees before getting up and sprinting out of the building. 

With that, Levi turned to me and extended his arm. “Tch, look at you. You’re supposed to be a soldier not a damsel in distress.” His eyes were icy as he took in my appearance. Yet, without uttering a word, I turned around and started drinking yet another beverage. 

“You know Levi.” I hummed, a little more confidently than I usually would, not even addressing him with respect at the moment. “You’re making me feel like I’m not good enough.” I smiled sweetly at him, then turned back to my drink. 

“What are you talking about?” He questioned, grabbing the drink from my hand and placing it far out of my reach. 

“How did you know I was here?” I asked, yet my eyes were glued on where he placed the alcohol.

“Petra.” He answered simply. “I know you can do better than you give yourself credit for, that’s why I push you.” He sighed at the end of his words. 

“I try...” I muttered.

“Yes, and as your Captain it is my duty to ensure you perform to the best of your abilities. Now stop being an idiot.” He clamped a hand onto my shoulder. “If you weren’t worthy of being on my squad, I wouldn't have selected you. I’ll give you some slack from now on but don’t expect any special treatment tomorrow with your hangover.” At the end of his words his lips twitched, as if a small supporting smile.

“Thank you Captain...” The realisation struck my drunk mind, he seemed like he cared even though he was terrible at expressing his emotions. “Should we- should we return to HQ?” I finally asked after a moment of silence, and with a simple nod from him we begun heading back. 

#levi attack on titan #levi #levi ackerman #levi x reader #petra ral #nanaba #gelgar #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk #AoT #levi imagine

[captain-jinguji]

Hey I enjoyed your Starish with a self-concious s/o a lot! If you have the time, could you do it for Heavens and Quartet Night too? Btw I hope your wisdom teeth removal went well! I looked like I've been punched, after getting mine removed :'D

Yes i can babes I gotchu ❤ also my surgery went well and im surprisingly in no pain and barely have any swelling (knock on wood) lol anyway !

QUARTET NIGHT + HEAVENS with a self conscious S/O

QUARTET NIGHT

Reiji:

Eeehhh??? Will tease that hes obviously not doing his job right and pull you in close. Baby you'll never have to feel insecure about yourself when hes with you and he tells you so. Youre his girl/boy and he'd put his life on hold if it meant youd be happy.

Ranmaru:

Much like Camus, he's semi-annoyed. Why are you insecure? Self conscious? F*ck other people's opinions and those damn whiny, bratty idol girls he can barely deal with as it is. He pulls you in roughly and pats your head, telling you that if he wanted anyone else he obviously wouldnt stick around you. You're his babe.

Camus:

Nonesense you are gorgeous, my dear. Camus will scoff at you for your lack of confidence that you obviously SHOULD have. If youre genuinely upset and insecure, though, he'll sigh and pull you close, asking what brought this on and making sure to bring your confidence back by treating you like the Queen/King you are.

Ai:

Confused but intends to listen to your worries. But he's also gonna dig deeper. Is it some deep rooted childhood trauma? Bullies? His bandmates? He will hold your hand and smile softly, telling you that no one else would be with him and make him happy in the way that you can. You're making him feel.

HEAVENS

Eiichi:

His angel? Insecure? Absolutely not. Leaves for the day, making them think he's actually gonna leave lol but in REALITY hes getting a way too extravagant outfit delivered to you and picking you up that night and treating you like the God/Goddess you are :)

Kira:

Oh darling. He'll listen to you and then softly pull your hands in his, "(Y/N)... Youre the only one I want. I dont see anyone else." His words are so simple yet so beautiful and they hit your heart just right. He'll kiss your forehead and make you guys some tea.

Nagi:

Oh hes not.. Uh the best comforter ngl. He'll laugh at you at first because he thinks youre joking. Hes with you; isnt it obvious he doesnt want anyone else? But if you start crying he just kind of freezes and awkwardly rubs your back, telling you how he truly feels all while his head is darker than otoyas hair.

Eiji:

The best comforter hands down. Will listen to you and hold you tight, maybe even rocking you back and forth while he places kisses all over you and telling you sweet words from the heart. You're his everything.

Van:

He... Kind of gets it you know? As much as he has confidence he definitely also has his down days where he thinks you deserve better than some idol who's always busy; but you stick around. And he sticks around you because at the end of the day, all that matters is the love you feel for each other.

Yamato:

Much like Ranmaru, hes semi-annoyed not at you though, at himself. Is he not making enough time for you? Is it his rough exterior? He scoffs quietly and tells you that youre the Queen/King in his Kingdom and he doesnt care how many "attractive", half naked girls are in front of him during concerts and what no, you're his gal, his pal, and he wouldn't trade you for shit.

Shion:

He gets it too ya know? Always proving yourself; feeling like there's someone better who could replace you. He hugs you tightly and rubs your back, kissing your shoulder softly, "theres no one else for me, (Y/N). You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT ALL OF YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT AND I LOVE YOU ❤

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[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Story 06+CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Monologue

The attack on Violet’s mansion was virtually unsuccessful. Because no one was able to take someone's life.

But because of that, I claimed this attack as my own little victory.

Even though it seemed like a fierce battle, Reiji-san and his team were not hurt.

Kino-kun started teasing Shu-san after he saw him being the only one who got injured in the fight.

Place: Scarlet mansion — living room

Kino: My older brother Shu really got injured even if he was only supposed to hide in the shadows.

Fufu, amusing.

Shu: It‘s not like I care, as long as I returned here safely it’s fine.

Yui: (Shu-san, he‘s kinda grumpy)

(It wasn’t even Shu-san‘s fault that he got injured that badly. I was the one who got in his way...)

(At the end we lost. Only because of my actions...)

Shu: Haa... I‘m tired. I‘m going to sleep.

*Shu leaves*

Yui: (No matter how much he acts as if he wouldn’t care, Shu-san eventually really got horribly injured because of me)

(Once again, I have to apologize properly...)

Place: Scarlet mansion — Corridor

Yui: I‘m sorry, I know you‘re tired. But may I enter?

Shu: .....

Yui: (I wonder if he is just ignoring me again... if it’s like that, that kinda hurts my feelings)

(But for now I’m worried about his injuries)

Shu-san, excuse me.

*Yui enters*

Place: Scarlet mansion — Shu‘s bedroom

Shu: .....

Yui: (Oh... he really is sleeping. I guess he was as tired as he told us)

(I wonder why he got so tired all of the sudden to fall asleep that fast...)

(Since nobody was deprived of their own lives, Shu-san was injured as a result ...)

... Shu-san. I‘m sorry that you got injured.

You know... even if you think I‘m Eve, I still want to thank you for protecting me.

Shu: Nn...

Yui: (Did I woke him up just now!?)

Shu: Nn... nn...

*Shu grabs Yui*

Yui: Eh... ? Um, Shu-san? I can’t move if you grab my arm like that.

Kyaa!?

Shu: .....

Yui: (Nh... I was pulled. Is it really okay to lie down and be hugged by him while he is unconsciously?)

Shu: Nn... Nh...

*Shu kisses Yui*

Yui: ..... !?

(He kissed... my forehead!? Is this because he is sleeping!?)

S-Shu-san! Please wake up... !

Shu: Zzz... Zzz...

Yui: (No... he is still sleeping. He’s not showing a single movement)

(It might be too bad to wake him up forcibly because he might be sleeping comfortably)

♡ Roses ♡

Shu’s neck: Nn... it’s tickling...

Shu’s hand: Nh...*sniffs*... ngh... this smell is really nostalgic...

Yui: (Shu-san’s sleeping face... it’s been so long since I’ve seen his face like this)

Ahh...

(Somehow, the way his arm is wrapped around me makes me feel nostalgic... I feel as if I can finally fall asleep safely again)

Shu-san... I was honestly scared of the painful blood sucking and your cold attitude.

It’s harder than anything else for me to get your old memories back to yourself as they used to be.

Actually I only know the gentle Shu-san, so it's frustrating and sad not to be close to him.

Just once again... I want you to call me by my name. Not Eve, the real name I have...

(My vision already starts to get blurry. If I cry right now, I will surely wake Shu-san up)

(I need to close my eyes. For now, I only want to feel Shu-san right besides me—)

*time passed*

Shu: Nn... Haa...

Hn... ? Why is that woman laying right next to me?

Yui: Zzz... Zzz...

Shu: She’s moreover sleeping... Did she come to my room and laid down? Just what should I do with her.

(Hm? I must have turned my arm around her like this without even noticing)

(No way, did she fell asleep while being hugged from me like that?)

Shu: (Although I was unconscious, I wonder why my body moved on its own...)

(Speaking of which, when she was about to be sucked by Reiji in front of my eyes, my body also stopped him without my own permission)

(I don’t understand what’s that supposed to mean...)

Yui: Nn... Nh...

Shu: Haa... I might be thinking too much.

(This woman’s comfort is unexpectedly not as bad as I thought... it somehow feels familiar)

(Her warmth makes me feel nostalgic for some reason...)

(Why am I so satisfied with that kind of feeling... ?)

Yui: Zzz... Zzz...

*Shu blushes*

Shu: (And this sleeping face... it feels like I’ve already seen it so many times before this moment)

Shu: (An unfamiliar sight which feels as if I liked it a lot. Haa... just what is that?)

... Whatever, it’s okay. It’s useless to think about it.

Yui: Nn... Shu-san... I’m sorry...

Shu: Are you still insulting yourself because of my injuries? If you think it’s bad, don’t get up then. Become my pillow for the time being.

This will do it as punishment for you... even better, you will also be hugged from me.

(If we stay a little more like this... we surely will together oversleep the meeting tomorrow—)

*time passed*

Place: Scarlet mansion — living room

Yui: (After all, I fell asleep yesterday. And I didn't even expect Shu-san to stand up before me)

(Shu-san was not in the room when I woke up, but did he know that I was sleeping next to him?)

(I haven’t heard anything from him until now and here I am sitting trying to eat...)

Reiji: After watching yesterday's battle, I decided that Shu was lacking as an escort for Eve.

You will need to elect a new escort for yourself today.

Yui: Huh... !? Don’t tell me that this is because of what happened yesterday... ?

Yuma: It’s not like it matters. Shu was a real pain in ass to begin with. Why don’t you choose me then?

Yui: Even if you say so...

(If Shu-san quits the escort, the time we can spend together will be reduced)

(We may lose our chance to regain his memories if he really quits... but)

Reiji: Is there any problem with my judgment?

Yui: No...

(I can't go against Reiji-san. Just what should I answer... ?)

Shu: ... I will continue the escort even though I did bad last time. Eve was the one who chose me. That’s why I’ll continue to do it until the end.

Yui: ...Eh?

Yuma: Hah?

Shu: We will put this woman into my room instead.

Reiji: What is that nonesense about? Do you think it is okay to decide things without my permission?

Shu: If you want me to continue escorting her, it’s easier to put her in my room. That’s my conclusion.

Yui: Shu-san...

(Does that mean, that he will continue to escort me, and I’ll be able to stay in the same room as he does?)

Kino: Heh, what a troublesome kind of emotional change are you going through? Are you starting to like Eve or sum?

Shu: It’s nothing like that... she just makes a really good pillow for me.

Yui: (... After all, that’s the only reason why...)

Reiji: I see that your power shortages as a problem. This certainly is not a solution to any of our given problems.

...But, regardless of the reason, I appreciate the attitude of you trying to complete your given task.

This is indeed a rare and exceptional effort from you. This time you may be given another chance to prove your powers.

However, I will advice you this only once more. You are only necessary for Eve's escort. It is me who owns Eve and becomes the king.

Shu: ...Whatever you say.

Yui: (We finally got Reiji-san’s permission. That’s good, I can continue to stay on Shu-san’s side)

(Even as a pillow, I‘ll be able to stay by Shu-san‘s side... I’m really happy)

Shu: .....

Yui: (Eh? Shu-san?)

(Just now... why is he looking like this...)

Place: Scarlet mansion — Shu’s bedroom

Yui: Shu-san, I need to thank you.

Shu: For what?

Yui: About the story with your escorting role. I was nervous that I was supposed to choose someone else, but now I’m glad.

Shu: Are you nervous enough to be happy to have me watch over you all the time?

Or would it have been better for me to let anyone else come closer to you? I chose this for myself not for anyone else.

Yui: Nn, I don’t want to betrayed anyone like this, but...

I surely want to be closer to Shu-san than anyone else in this mansion.

Shu: Nh... You really are a strange woman...

No, maybe it‘s me who‘s the strange one.

Yui: Eh?

Shu: If someone would usually sleep besides me, I’d be distracted and not be able to sleep. But I was completely fine with you.

I honestly don't know what that means. I wonder if this is one of Eve’s abilities which is able to calm me down.

But it doesn’t feel like that...

Yui: (..... ? Shu-san?)

Is that something you care and worry about?

Shu: Hah? What do you mean?

Yui: It’s not usual for Shu-san to talk about himself or the worries he cares with him all the time, that’s why I asked...

Shu: ... It just feel as if I already knew you.

Yui: (I know that he won’t believe me even if I told him everything...)

Shu: Well, while talking to you I already feel a strange sensation going through my body. It’s strange...

Also every time I suck your blood, my head starts hurting. It’s not even just my head. I can also see an unfamiliar sight.

Yui: Every time you suck my blood?

Shu: Yes. At first I thought it was because of the power of your blood, but apparently it’s not like that.

It’s a kitchen in a mansion somewhere. There also is a living room with 5 men in there... there also is your sleeping face.

Yui: Eh...

Shu: None of them are obvious. When I try to think about it, my head starts to go dizzy. It’s clearly uncomfortable for me.

That’s why I don't want to think about it, but when I try to, I can’t help but remember this certain scenario.

Yui: (The mansion... the living room... are those memories of the Sakamaki mansion?)

(Could it be that his memories are slowly coming back every time he sucks my blood?)

(In that case, I definitely want him to keep drinking my blood—!)

Shu: ... I assume this sounds like crap. There’s no meaning behind it anyways, it’s probably just nonesense.

*Shu yawns*

Shu: ... Once I talked about it, I got tired again.

Yui: Eh, aren’t we still supposed to work... ?

Shu: That doesn’t matter. Just lend me your body.

*Shu pulls Yui closer*

Yui: Kyaa... Shu-san!? Why are you pulling me so suddenly?

Shu: Hasn’t it been decided? I’m going to sleep on your body like you are my pillow.

Yui: Didn’t you just made that up as an excuse?

Shu: Be quiet. It’s not like you’re uncomfortable with this, right? Your expression definitely tells me otherwise.

Yui: Eh, that is...

(That’s unfair. It’s not like I can refute anything if he’s playing those cards at me)

Shu: Fufu... now you’re the quiet one. You said it yourself already. You want to be beside me no matter what.

Just why? Why do you want me to like you so much?

Yui: (Rather than wanting him to like me, my feelings for him didn’t change at all)

(I just want Shu-san to go back to normal...)

Shu: You can’t answer? Or maybe are you in need for my fangs? Is it because you are in desperate need for pleasure?

Yui: T-T-That’s wrong!

Shu: Fufu... you really are easy to understand.

*Shu hugs Yui closer*

Yui: ..... ! Shu-san...

Shu: If you really want me to start liking you, continue holding me like this for awhile.

As long as I can sleep comfortably on you as my pillow, I don’t mind you admitting your secret desires.

Yui: (Shu-san just hugged me tighter. Shu-san’s scent... all his warmth is transmitted to me)

(I want him to hold me in his arms again. But... I can just dream about this for now)

(The only opportunity to regain his memories seems to be my blood. In that case, I can’t allow him to sleep—)

Shu-san, I have a request before you go to bed. Could you get up, just a little bit?

Shu: Nh... be quiet. Even though I was trying to sleep... you really are annoying.

Haa, by the way... wasn’t the sleeping princess woken up by a kiss?

Yui: Eh... ah, yes. You told me that this was some kind of tradition if I remember.

Shu: You were woken up like this, and don’t even remember that it happened?

What would you do if I also want you to wake me up like this?

Yui: Eh... ? D-Do you mean kissing you?

Shu: Exactly.

Yui: B-But I woke up by myself in the church. No one has woken me up by a kiss.

Shu: Is that so? ... Hm? If nobody did so, then why aren’t you sleeping anymore?

Yui: (Uhh, I don’t really have a reasonable explanation... what should I do... ?)

Choices

1) — Kiss him (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

2) — Reject him (black)

— Kiss him ♡

Yui: (I'm way too embarrassed to kiss him, but if I really need to do this... !)

Shu-san ... could you please cover your eyes?

Shu: No.

Yui: B-But that’s a request.

Shu: Do you think you are in the position to request something?

Yui: I-I’m not.

— Reject him

Yui: I’m sorry... but that’s embarrassing so I can’t...

Shu: Are you pretending to be embarrassed just now? How stupid.

end Choices

Shu: If you can't do it, the story is over. I’ll go back to sleep so don't bother me.

Yui: N-No please wait! Listen!

Wouldn’t you rather suck my blood!?

Shu: ... You... are your thoughts finally going insane?

Yui: No, it’s different. I'm not sure how to explain it myself but...

Anyways, please!

(That’s what should surely return Shu-san’s memories—)

Shu: Hmph... I don't know what your sudden mind change means, but if you really want me to suck your blood you should say it more sexy. Now unbutton your clothes.

Yui: Ehh!?

(Uhh, I can't be helped... it’s just my blouse...)

*Yui undressed herself*

Yui: N-Now... I’m begging you to please suck my blood, Shu-san...

Shu: That was a pretty useless sexual appeal. I maybe expected too much from an idiot like you.

Yui: (Somehow I feel sorry now...)

Shu: But... it really looks as if you’ve completely lost your mind. You usually are the shy type, so I’m not complaining.

This is really special... Nh... Nh ...

Yui: Ah... Nn...

(Blood is coming out. But I don’t... feel pain...)

Shu: Fufu... That face... it tells me that you really are satisfied with what I’m doing.

Having your strong sweet smell all around my room like that... are you really inviting me to take more? ... Nh...

Yui: N-Ngh...

(His gentle bite... it makes me lose myself...)

Nh ... Shu-san...

Shu: If you want more, then please me with your face. You’re able to do that, aren’t you? This time you should show it to me properly.

Yui: Shu-san, please... please take more...

Shu: Just for your current given face I’ll do so. I want you to feel the pleasure I give you... Ahh... Nh...

Yui: (Ah... I’m losing my consciousness... I can’t keep my eyes open anymore...)

(Shu-san, I hope... he was pleased...)

*Yui faints*

Shu: Hm? Did you already pass out? You were the one inviting me though.

*strange noise*

Shu: Kuh... it’s this again...

Kch...

Haa... Haa... What is it now? Why were we laughing together and even called each other's names ...

... Name? Just what did I call this woman after?

... I can't remember... shit...

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[justsomevoltronstuff]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get a match-up? I'm a pan female. I'm super artsy and enjoy writing a lot. For appearance, I'm about 5'5, with shoulder length hair and bluish green eyes. I have the attention span of a 3 year old and I often start daydreaming for a long time. I tend to be very closed off but once I get to know someone I open up more. I also have anxiety and my sleep schedule is super messed up. Sorry if it's too long I love your writting!!💗

my sister was watching a tiktok as I read this and it was one of the ones with that one song so I was literally reading “I’m about 5’5” when the dude that sings it said “she about 5’5” I’m sorry, I just thought that was wild and you should know

also, nonesense, I don’t believe in ‘too long’ also, thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy it!! I hope I don’t disappoint too much :)

anyways, I match you with-

Allura!

The Dreamy Couple

She thinks you are adorable, you’re eyes are like her favorite thing ever, and loves playing with your hair. When she’s not around you she can stay focused on tasks and all that but when she’s around you she finds it very easy to get caught up in a fantasy realm with you. The two of you could spend hours planning out your future together and daydreaming about a world of things that may or may not ever happen, who knows? Not y’all. But you still dream. I swear, Allura has no idea what a sleep schedule is, she spent ten thousand years in essentially a coma, she ain’t got time for sleeping, which does not at all help with your already messed up sleep schedule. Hunk has found you two curled up on a couch together in the wee hours of morning when he wakes up early to start breakfast more than a couple times.

~Admin Rori💜

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[malexfan10]

What is it about Malex?

I was playing around on my phone at work (when I should have been working lol) and came across some article about the best TV couples. It was published in 2018 so Malex wasn't in it lol

But I was going through the pictures in the article and I saw a lot of the couples I've liked & enjoyed over the years listed. Pacey & Joey, Captain Swan, Haleb, Stydia, Kurt & Blaine etc.

I started thinking...what is it about Malex that makes them extra special for me? What is it about them that made me join Tumblr and Twitter for the first time? I never had either before this year. What is it about them that made me write more fan fic in the span of 3 months than I have in years of watching other shows? And I'm someone who studied English Lit in university and have written many novels, hoping to finally pursue publishing this year with one of them. But the amount of fan fic I've typed out the past 3 months? My hands seriously hurt!

So why is Malex so special?

(I made a collage below)

Is it because they're an LGBTQ pairing? There have been other LGBTQ pairings I've rooted for. Malex isn't the first and they won't be the last. Times are changing in TV land and we're seeing more and more representation. It's progressing slowly, but it is changing.

Is the reason Malex is extra special a shallow reason? The actors are both incredibly good looking. No getting around that. But I loved Haleb too and Tyler was one half of that ship. I adore Joshua Jackson and Dylan O'Brien. I think Holland Roden is beautiful. In the couples I've followed over the years, all the actors & actresses have been attractive in their own ways.

-- side note -- I know I put Destiel (SPN) in the collage below even though technically they're not a couple but some of their lines over the past decade, I mean come on! It's so obvious! --

Anyway...

Is it the chemistry between Tyler & Michael? I thought Katie & Josh had amazing chemistry. Only reason I watched PLL was for Haleb and the friendship between Tyler & Ashley. Some of the couples I've rooted for really sizzled on screen. Do I think Vlamburn has better chemistry than all the others? Not necessarily. I think they tie for first with some of my other faves (although I would probably rank them above right now just because they're current).

So what is it about Malex that made me so emotionally invested that I joined social media like this? That I've written a bunch of fics and have so many other concepts cooking in my head.

I think it comes down to the angst at the end of the day and how the story has been written.

I've directed a lot of disappointment and anger towards Carina and the writers since that finale because I'm afraid the triangle will grow and span multiple seasons. I'm afraid the writers will show Michael really starting to have deep feelings for Maria the longer M&M exists (I know Vlamis said in those last interviews that his feelings for her are already very deep but sorry Vlamis. I love you but I don't see that yet.) I'm afraid now that they know they were renewed, they'll drag this storyline out, pursure M&M and then Michael with other relationships if/once M&M ends with Alex just waiting in the sidelines, moping and heartbroken.

But despite all my fears and disappointments after that craptastic finale (seriously, I can write a 20 page essay), I have to give the writers their credit.

The story they wrote, the beauty they created in Malex, with that amazing angst and history and love is the reason I'm so invested.

"Where I stand, nothing's changed"

"I never look away"

"That I loved you and I think that you loved me."

"Cosmic"

"But you are mine"

"I don't look away Guerin"

"I love him. I probably always will"

I mean, these lines all exist. No one can take those words away. Yes, the writers can try and diminish it by shoving another relationship down our throats & attempting to give that relationship the same level of meaning and importance (sorry, not buying it. Hardly anyone is). But those lines will always be there.

The epicness of Malex will always be there.

That beautiful first kiss in the reunion will always be there.

Their connection in senior year, bonding over their painful childhoods and living situations will always be there.

Caulfield, although bittersweet, will always be there.

Michael Guerin wanting to be Alex's hero will always be there.

The angst and love between them is just unbelievable. I don't think any other couple I've rooted for over the years has had the same amount of angst or history. Their story is just beautiful.

I don't cry too much in movies or TV shows unless there's a really sad death that hits me hard. LOST was one of those shows where I sobbed constantly (Jin & Sun's death, Juliet's, Charlie's...I could go on).

But I cried after that last scene in episode 6, when Jesse destroyed such a beautiful and pure moment 🥺

I cried at that moment in Caulfield 🥺

I cried at the finale, watching Alex just waiting there while Michael....let's not remind ourselves 🤨

So yes, the chemistry is unbelievable between Tyler & Michael. How close they are offscreen shines through their performance and this is in a cast where everyone's close. But with Vlamburn, especially from Michael, he's so unfiltered when he talks about Tyler's eyes or the way he kisses or just how much he loves him. What can I say, they make me love Malex more ❤

Yes, they're both incredibly good looking but that's a miniscule, shallow reason. How good looking a couple is in no way compares to how much their emotional connection matters, at least for me.

So really, it's the story. It's the history. It's all that profound, made for each other, soulmates love that they share. It's the incredible angst that makes me root for them even more.

And yes, as much as Carina and crew have angered me after that finale and after their insistance of shoving this triangle down our throats and in our faces, they did create Malex so I have to be grateful for that. Vlamburn perfected it and made it epic but the concept came from Carina (trust me, it hurts to give that credit).

So as much as it still hurts with what happened, as much as seeing the M&M promos bothers me, as much as I'll be a sobbing mess once season 2 hits and Alex realizes what happened, I have to believe that this much care and heartbreaking angst was given to this couple for a reason. That reason has to be that Malex is endgame.

Can Carina change her mind about Endgame Malex? Sure she can, if she wants to lose a substantial percentage of the fandom. But I can't believe she'll do that.

I can't believe that Malex is anything but each other's ending.

I can't believe that this beautiful love story we've seen between 2 men who started as scared, lonely boys and are now broken men trying to put themselves back together is anything short of EPIC.

I can't believe that M&M, however painful and ridiculously unnecessary, is anything but a bump in this road for Malex.

All that matters is how the writers take us from point A to B.

Does their separation last for 4 more seasons (pending renewals) and Malex reunites in the series finale, season 5? God I hope not. I need to see them existing as a couple together on screen, not just a kiss and makeup moment last episode and assume they made it. So once this teenage level of triangle nonesense has been dealt with (please let season 2 be the end of it!!!!), I really hope the writers realize the amazing couple they created and give them their due justice by bringing Malex together for good.

Episodes 1, 2, 3, 6, 8, last Malex scene of 9, beginning of 10 and all of 12 point this show towards one inevitable ending with Malex and that's reuniting (did I get the episodes right?). Just keep your fingers crossed it happens sooner rather than later. Right now, that's where my main fears lie.

This fandom has been super great about lending support to one another when things get tough. Unfortunately, things will get even tougher next season so it will be good to have this great support.

As far as the promos and interviews we'll be getting between now and 2020, I'll try to only watch interviews that Michael & Tyler give together and avoid anything that seems like M&M promotion (outside of full cast interviews or festivals etc). I love all the actors on this show. They're all wonderful and talented and deserve our love and support (not commenting on that Nathan instagram thing).

But as a Malex fan, I have no place in my life for unnecessary stress from a TV show because honestly, as invested as I am, it's still just a TV show. No need to give myself more heartbreak before season 2 even airs by watching pro M&M interviews like yesterday. I'll just stay in my happy Malex bubble until then (and then die when I see M&M next year 😭).

In the end of this long post, all I wanted to say is that Malex is extra special, head and shoulders above others ships I've rooted for and that's mostly because of the beautiful story I've seen on screen but Vlamburn defintely plays an imortant part in making it epic ❤

I'm a Malex lifer. Nothing will ever change that.

❤

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[likepuppetsonastring]

Deal. (A JSE Ego Drabble)

(A/N: I have zero idea what the actual plot is here, I just wanted to write something dramatic with all of the Septiceye gang. So enjoy some horror nonesense!)

"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here!" -William Shakespeare, The Tempest

It was far too quiet. Chase was as white as a sheet. He'd been against the idea from the start, the only one among them other than Jack who had a family to get back to, and he didn't want to do anything else to put them at risk. He wrung his hands around his Nerf gun, staring at the door into the recording room from his slumped spot on the floor across the hall. A few yards from him, sitting at the top of the stairs, holding one knee and dangling the other over the top steps, was Jackieboy Man. Jackie was uncomfortable, fidgeting with Sam, throwing them into the air and catching them again. Luckily the eye didn't seem to oppose this. Schneep was pacing, muttering under his breath and checking his supplies every few seconds. No one had to ask why he was so nervous. Dapper and Shawn were leaning against the sides of the door, acting as guards, potentially. Dapper seemed to be the only one not uncomfortable with the reletive silence, but even he was showing signs of distress, mustache twitching every few seconds.

"How long've they been in there?" Schneep shrugged, but it was Jackie who answered. "About twenty minutes." "How much longer does he need?" "He told us he'd knock when he was ready." "Well, what if he's-?!" "Don't, Chase." Schneep's voice was unusually devoid of bravado. "I do not need to hear zat idea. I do not need to hear zat right now." Chase glared at him. "Well someone needs to think about this. If Jack can't do it-" "Chase-" "I'm not gonna back down from this! I've got kids to worry about! If that thing gets lose, if it comes after them like it came after you, I'm not havin' it! I'll kill 'im!" "But...but Chase, you can't..." Jackie trailed off, knowing full well Chase meant what he said, and that he had every right to. Dapper reached over and patted Chase's shoulder, but he jerked away from the touch, making Dap sigh as he stood back up, pulling his pocketwatch out and frowning at it, thinking what all of them were thinking. If it came to that, there was no chance for Robbie, anyway.

Jack hadn't liked the idea, either, and if he was being honest with himself, it scared the hell out of him. But he didn't see any other option. If it was him, he couldn't talk to him, he'd have no control. And Rob had volunteered, as awkwardly and as long as it had taken. "If...me, you c'n...talk. Make him...under...stand." "But he could-" "Could what? Kill...me?" Jack had had to smile at that. It was true, it'd be hard to kill a zombie.

He wasn't sure how it'd worked. A little cut with the knife, a twitch of the eye, a glitch, and Rob grabbing his arm. And now he was watching Anti frown in confusion as he stared at what he generally considered to be himself. "What is this?" It was odd hearing a full sentance come out of Rob's mouth, especially in that voice. "What a-am I? What have you d-done?" His voice seemed to be getting more stable, which seemed to unsettle him further. "Relax. You can stay for as long as it takes to do this." "What have you done?" he repeated, scowling as he looked down at his grey hands and striped shirt, picked up a piece of the purple fringe over his eyes. "Why are you still here?" "Robbie lent us his...services." "He...let me do this?" His eyes narrowed and he grinned suddenly. "You think you can reason with me, don't you? That's why you let him do this." "That's what I hoped, yeah," Jack nodded, leaning against the wall, hoping he looked casual. "Easier to talk with a willin' host?" "So much easier. Fits like a glove." He reached for the knife in Jack's hand, but it was jerked out of his reach. That was when Anti realized he was tied down, to a newly installed ring in the wall. He giggled. "You're funny, Jack. You think you can stop me." "No, not stop. Just...come to an agreement. And we're not total idiots." "Well, in that case," Anti spread his arms wide, grinning insanely. "I'm all ears." "Good." Jack paused. Where to start? What to say? If the others knew what he was planning... "First off, you're not allowed to hurt them. Any of them. Schneep, Chase, Jackie, you leave them alone. And Chase's kids. You're not allowed to hurt anyone." "I'm not allowed?" He laughed again. "How would you stop me?" "How have I always stopped you? You'll always be their villain, Anti, you don't scare me anymore. You can't do anything I don't want you to." "Bullshit." He twitched. "I spent an entire month doing things you didn't want." His tone was mocking, and it made Jack jump at the next shriek. "THEY LOVE ME! THEY LET IT HAPPEN! OVER AND OVER!" "Enough of your stupid catchphrases! Jesus, do you ever shut up? Are you gonna let me finish or not?" He was proud that his voice didn't shake. Anti gestured condescendingly for him to continue. Jack looked at the ground for the next part. "You can't let Signe know what's happening. You can never be in Brighton, nowhere near my family or my friends. I'll go somewhere else, I'll tell Signe I'm visiting someone. Pj said he'd help with that part." Anti seemed to be getting it now. "You're seriously doing this? Do they know what you're doing?" He jerked his head at the door, and the sound it made would've been worrying if his host had been a living person. He thumped his chest. "Does he know what you're doing? Maybe we have more in common that I thought!" "We have nothing in common," Jack said shortly. "You're the one making a deal with the devil," he smirked. "Last thing," Jack persisted. "No one knows it's real, and you're gonna keep it that way. You get one day a year, and little appearances when I give the okay." "So exactly what I've been doing since I got here? But you won't fight me." "And you don't get to hurt anyone." "Jack...I like how you think." His skin crawled as Anti smiled at him. For a second it was as if he was looking at himself, the purple and stripes replaced with flashes of green and black. He steeled himself. "Have we got a deal?" Anti nodded, laughing again. Jack extended his hand, the one not holding the knife. "Then okay. I'll let you in."

Chase jumped to his feet at the same time that Dap and Shawn jumped back from the door, and Jackie's and Schneep's heads whipped around. A knock. Dap was closest to the handle, he turned it and the five of them nearly fell into the room in their rush to get inside. All of them were looking frantically between the two figures, desperate to make sure they were alright. Rob looked shaken, but alright, if, if it was possible, a little paler than usual. Jack looked just the same as he had, a small, sheepish smile on his face. "Hey guys." "By Jesus, Jack, you can't be doin' that to us again!" Shawn yelled angrily. Dap had to be held back from slapping him, pointing aggressively at his watch. "It took longer than I thought, I know, I'm sorry," Jack mumbled, not meeting any of their eyes. Chase frowned. "Jack, dude, you okay? What'd he do?" "He...he agreed. He's not going to hurt anyone." "How?" Schneep demanded, "How did you get him to agree to zis? Vhat haff you done, Sean?" Jack jumped a little at the doctor's use of his real name. None of the egos ever called him that, Schneep must have been royally pissed. But he wasn't suspicious in the way that Chase was. "Nothing! Nothing! We just...talked." "About what?" "It's none of your-" "Of course it's our fucking business," Chase growled, more serious than anyone had seen him since the divorce. "I have kids, Jack. I need to know they'll be safe." Jack looked at him for a long moment, long enough to scare him. And then he looked at the ground and wouldn't look back up. "I promise, Chase. I promise your kids are safe." "That's not-" He stopped himself, took a breath. "Jack...tell me you didn't do anything stupid.” Jack smiled shakily, looking up to finally meet Chase’s eyes. "Aren't I always doing something stupid?"

Chase didn't answer, and he didn't laugh in relief like all the others did. He was the only one who'd seen it, and Jack knew it. That flash of green in his eyes? That was going to haunt him.

What've you done, Jack?

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[kruppxreader]

Art Teacher Reader x Mr. Krupp

"Good Morning, Mr. Krupp. Can I help you with anything this morning?" You were in the middle of cleaning up the scraps from the 6th period art class. They were a messy bunch scattering glitter and construction paper all around the room. You were very patient with them however. You loved the kids and made sure your art class was a safe haven for all students to explore and flourish their artistic skill. It was a bit of a hassle getting permission from Mr. Krupp to allow you to provide a seperate art class for the kids. You had managed to convince him that this would keep their creative outbursts from interfereing with their more academic classes. He rather liked the sound of that, and gave you a week to give it a test run. About two weeks later and you had just landed yourself a permanent job at the Jerome Horwitz Elementary school as not an art teacher, but more of a "creative outlet provider". Either way, you enjoyed it greatly, and quickly your two best students became George Beard and Harold Hutchins. This was the perfect opportunity for them to make their comics without disturbing their other classes. Even their pranks simmered down quite a bit. Of course there was the occasional rearranging of the cafeteria sign and gluing the teachers to their chairs, but overall there was some great improvement in their behavior. This immediately caught the eye of Principal Benjamin Krupp. He stopped in after class to check your progress, which was pretty routine nowadays. He was a bit of a brute to the kids, but you found yourself getting on his good side. He'd come in with a beaming smile on his face every other day to go over your lesson plans and offer, uh... "disciplinary" suggestions. He thought your tactics could use a little more force, but he didn't question them if they brought such positive results. This went on for about four more months. It was pretty nice to actually see him in a good mood when he wasn't torturing students for a change. However, today he seemed a little uneasy as he strolled rather cautiously into the classroom. "Yes, Miss L/N." He cleared his throat and adjusted his toupee. "I-I just came in to see how things were going. You've really switched this place around ever since you came to this school." He picked up a popsicle stick off of one of the desks, closely examining it in his fingers. You glanced over to him and grinned, yet keeping focus to your cleaning. "Thank you, Mr. Krupp. It is a real pleasure getting to work with such a.... "diverse" group of children." You scooped up a handful of glitter that was spilled haphazardly across three of the desks. Mr. Krupp meandered to the other side of the desks, helping you brush off the glitter into a trash bag. "I'll tell ya, Y/N. You are a saint when it comes to handling these kids. They're nothing but trouble in my book." He grumbled, brushing off his hands vigorously. You smiled sincerely. "Maybe they just need a time to get all of the sillies out, you know? And that's why I'm here. Plus, each of these students are one of a kind. Once you get to know each of them, you can really get to see where each of them shine." You went to take the trash bag from Mr. Krupp, but he held onto it in a tight grip. You noticed he was starting to sweat a bit. "M-Mr. Krupp, is everything alright?" You questioned, your hands still holding the bag he gripped ever so tightly. He pressed his eyes shut, tilting his head down. "Please... call me Benny..." His hands began to quiver as he places his fingers over yours. The soft, gentle skin contact sent a hot flush to your cheeks, and a "fight or flight" reaction in your gut. "Alright.. Benny...?" You let his name roll off your lips. It felt rather nice. Yet you remained rather concerned for your boss' sudden.... change. You can hear Mr. Krupp swallow. He took a deep breath and looked off to the side of the room. "I was wondering if... " He slightly tightened his grip on the trash bag. "Maybe... you would be interested in joining me for dinner this evening?" You were speechless. How would this look to the other teachers? Is this professional? What would the KIDS think?!? So many questions ran through your mind. You had to think about it for a good moment. "I-I know a good italian place in town... real good chicken gnocci soup..." He continued. "I just... was hoping I could get to know you better and-..." "Wait... are you asking me out?" Your eyes grew wide. "But I thought you..." "That I.. what?" He raised an eyebrow. You looked off to the side nervously. "Well... that you weren't quite fond of people." You replied timidly. Mr. Krupp inhaled as if to make a harsh retaliating, but found his rage diffusing as he joined your offlook gaze. "Yeah." He sighed. "I get that a lot." You kinda felt bad for the poor principal. His hands felt warm as he thumbed the plastic of the bag. It was like a cheesy high school romance ready to unfurl. Maybe he was having a sudden change of heart? You would never know unless you gave it a shot. Who knows? Love works in funny ways like that. "Can you pick me up around 7?" You asked, giving him a reassuring smile. Mr. Krupp's gaze snapped back to you. "R-Really?!?" The bag full of glitter slipped from his grasp and scattered a mountain of glitter all across the linoleum floor. Mr. Krupp growled, falling to his knees feverishly trying to scoop it back into the bag. You shook his head and took the bag from him. "Stop, it's okay." You chuckled, helping Mr. Krupp back to his feet. "Now that it's on the floor I can just sweep it up later. That probably would have been the smarter thing to do anyway. I'm gonna lock up early so I can get ready for tonight." You grabbed your bag and keys and threw your soft shawl over your shoulders. You paused at the doorway, your fingers lingering on the light switch when you noticed Mr. Krupp hadn't moved. "Are you coming?" You chimed. Quickly shaking his head and coming to his senses, he leapt towards the door, stopping to generously hold it open for you and shut the light off behind him. "I-I'll see you at seven then!" He beamed, straightening his tie and pressing it down. You placed your key into the lock and smiled. "Absolutely! It's a date." Mr. Krupp jumped at that last word, his face heating up something fierce. He quickly retreated back to his office as you turned the key locking your classroom up tight. All of a sudden everything that just happened hit you like a brick. You, the art teacher, have a date with the principal. ---- You walked home through the small Ohio town watching the people pass by as you found yourself growing deeper and deeper in thought. You've never really seen Mr. Krupp as the affectionate type, let alone someone who would want to be in a relationship. He pretty much hated people in general other than the nephew he's mentioned a few times. Maybe this was all just some elaborate hazing to get into the school board? It seems all of the teachers seem to be rather bitter too. Maybe this wasn't the right place for a genuine and caring person like you. You shook your head. Nonesense. Benny said himself that you turned that school around. You suddenly stopped walking. Benny. There's that name again. For some reason, saying that name felt... right? You couldn't explain it, but when you said that name in your head, it felt like a wave of comfort washed over you. You felt warmth from the late afternoon sun on your face on this cool spring day. You could give this a shot. He may be a bit rough on the kids, but maybe if he could grow a soft spot for his nephew, it could be possible he has grown a soft spot for you too..? You finally came up to your little townhome, where you noticed George and Harold laughing and talking as they strolled down the sidewalk heading home from school. "Hey boys!" You smiled and waved. George looked up and saw you waving from your front step. "Oh, hey Miss L/N! We were just talking about you!" George beamed. Harold nodded. "Yep! We saw you and Mr. Krupp in the classroom after 6th period. Sorry if he's being a big jerk you. He doesn't like us using our imagination and stuff." George nodded in response. "Yeah, he's the worst principal EVER. If you ever need us to take care of him for you, just say the word." He pulled a slingshot out of his back pocket, patting it in his hand a few times. "Oh, you two are too sweet!" You gave each of their heads a good ruffle. "But I am afraid that will not be necessary. He's actually taking me out for dinner this evening.." "DINNER?!?!" Both boys were taken aback. "I-I didn't know Krupp had a heart!" Harold said baffled. "Are you sure he's not planning some crazy trick on you?" George asked. You shrugged. "Honestly I'm not quite too sure myself. But I won't know unless I give it a shot, right? Here." You pulled a laser pointer out from your bag. "If I could ask you two a favor, he's picking me up around 7 to head to the Italian restaurant in town. Do you think you boys could do a quick stakeout for me? If anything goes wrong, I'll send an S.O.S with this." You aimed the laser pointer at Harold's chest, making S.O.S in morse code. "Or if everything is going alright, I'll send an O.K." Harold gave a salute and clicked his heels. George quickly followed suit. "You can count on us, Miss Y/N!" Harold exclaimed. "Yeah!" Georde responded. "We'll make sure old Mr. Krupp doesn't try anything shifty!" And with that being said, the boys bounded down the sidewalk to head back to their house. You waved, then turned to unlock your front door. You had quite the evening to prepare for. - A light, flowing brown sundress, hair pulled back with some earrings to add a pinch of sparkle and you were ready to go. The clock on your phone read 6:55 p.m.. Suddenly, you heard a car pull up to the front of your house. You peeked out the window and sure enough it was Mr. Krupp in an older looking pale blue cadillac. You grabbed your bag, wrapped your shawl around your shoulders and headed out the door, waving to him as he stepped out of his car. "Wow.... You look- *ahem*..." He stammered, tugging at his collar. "You look very nice, Miss Y/N." You felt that familiar heat rise in your cheeks. You've never heard him talk to anyone so genuine before. "Th-Thank you." You replied. "And you look very handsome yourself. I don't think I've seen that shirt before." He looked down at the pressed, blue long-sleeved collared button up shirt he had thrown on. "Eh, thanks." He responded sheepishly. "I don't wear it often.." He went around to the passenger side of the car and held open the door for you. "After you." He gestured into the car. "Thank you, Benjamin." You brushed your skirt as you slipped into the passenger seat, and before you knew it the two of you were on your way to a little Italian bistro along the main street strip. Peeking at the side view mirror, you caught a glance of two skateboarding figures trailing behind the car at a safe distance. You then realized it was your surveillance team George and Harold, ready to have your back if anything happens to go awry. --- Dinner was going smoothly. The music was light, and you sat at a secluded two person seat near the far side of the restaurant, out of the hustle and bustle. "So, uh... h-how's your dinner?" Mr. Krupp patted his napkin along his forehead. "Mmm, very good. You weren't joking about the soup." You said as you brought the spoon to your lips. You paused for a moment and looked up at Mr. Krupp. He looked rather uncomfortable ad he twirked his fork in his salad. Meanwhile George and Harold had found themselves a good hiding spot outside near a window, keeping watch. "You see anything?" George asked to Harold who was piloting a periscope up to the window. "No. But it looks like Krupp's losing his cool. Get the gear ready." Harold instructed. George and Harold stood up, pressing buttons on a small device and putting on their goggles. You immediately caught the boys out of the corner of your eye and reacted fast. You quickly flashed "IM OK" under the table with your laser pointer. "Wait! Abort!" George put a hand to Harold's chest. "She says she's okay..?" Harold lifted his goggles and watched you flash another "IM OK" under the table. He shrugged. "I guess things are going alright?" He said. "I guess our job here is done then?" George brushed off his hands. "What do you say we head back home and catch that new japanese monster movie tonight?" "Oh, I like the sound of that!" Harold chimed. The boys then gathered their gear, waved to you, and headed off back to their homes. During all this, Mr. Krupp grew even more nervous during the awkward silence. His salad remained untouched as his fork continued to break apart the croutons. "Hey.." You set down your spoon. Mr. Krupp dropped his fork, somewhat startled. "Y-Yes?" He stammered. You smiled and reached across the table with an open palm. "I'm having a wonderful time." You said softly. "There's no need to be nervous. To be honest I didn't think you were the romance type, Benny." Mr. Krupp's eyes widened. He glanced down at your hand, then back up at your bright, comforting gaze. "W-Well, Miss Y/N..." He scratched behind his ear. "I thought I'd give it a try... s-seeing as you are, um... *ahem*... a very lovely woman with a very lovely personality... and... uh..." During his rambling, he debated internally whether or not to lower his hand onto yours. You noticed this, and opened your fingers wider for him. "You aren't too shabby yourself. I kind of admire a commanding presence.." You raised an eyebrow in a flirty expression. He felt a wave of heat overtake him at your sudden pass. Finally, he let his hand rest on top of yours. Feeling your fingers against his palm gave him such rush, one that he had only felt as a young schoolboy a long time ago. "Oh, I know I am definitely commanding." He joked. However you knew for a fact he was being somewhat serious. You thumbed at his hand, once again getting a feel of his soft skin. "What do you say we wrap this up to-go and head back to my place for a night cap?" You suggested. A warm smile spread across his cheeks. "I.. think I'd like that." He replied, fixated on your eyes. You knew right then and there that this was going to be one unordinary night, but unordinary won't even begin to cover what happened later that night. You had split the bill and tipped the waiter. The stars began to peek out in the night sky as the two of you stepped out into the parking lot. "Wow..." You mumbled to yourself. You found yourself getting lost for a moment in the little twinkling lights. " Yeah... Wow..." You whipped your head around to catch Mr. Krupp standing next to his car, face flushed red, dreamily taking in the sight of you illuminated by the flourescent street lights. You couldn't help but laugh and shake your head. "Benny, you are one of a kind." You teased as you made your way to the passenger side of the little blue cadillac. He stepped around before you could reach the handle and swung open the door for you. You got comfy in the tattered leather seat, and soon the two of you were driving off into the night, headed back to your little townhome on Wood Street. - To Be Continued -

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