#not happy good massages but massages that in theory help. in theory.

[orcelito]

god it’s been so hard to do Anything with pt going on. like i know it’s just like 2 sessions a week, 1 ish hour each, but with the bus stuff it takes a solid like 3 hour chunk right there per session Plus making me wake up early Plus making me so sore and tired 

that’s what’s gone wrong this semester i think. that is One Thing Too Much.

good news for me tho is there r only 3 more sessions. after next week, i Will be done

#speculation nation #for better or for worse i suppose bc my back isnt 100% still #but it's definitely much better and i can keep up with the exercises on my own #just wont get the free (painful) massages i get as part of pt too lol #not happy good massages but massages that in theory help. in theory. #i do have one session tomorrow morning and i do noooot wanna go. #i wanted to nap but my brain is doing the squeeze rn. Unfortunate. #wait i wanted to Write. but will probably have to nap. #see my brain is doing the squeeze so much im mixing my words. smh

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 6: playing with hair

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“I brought more popcorn,” you announced happily, offering Spencer the full bowl and watching him clap silently.

The entire team had received Rossi's invitation to watch a movie at his house, under the excuse that in recent weeks you had not gone anywhere outside of work hours to spend time together as friends and not as co-workers.

Spencer was currently sitting on the floor, claiming that he really enjoyed sitting there instead of on the couches, with his back leaning on the space you had made between your legs and his gaze intent on the suspense movie that the host had chosen. 

At some point in the middle of the darkness of the room your hand went down to reach the tip of a strand in his long loose hair and began to play with it carelessly, almost as if it were a reflex action. Spencer was used to you doing that all the time so it didn't take him by surprise, but at some point the movie stopped being interesting enough for you to pay attention and you decided to start running your hands consciously through his hair. When you massaged him you heard him sigh from time to time and you continued like that until with the help of your fingers you began to get rid of the knots he had and only a silky cascade of brown with golden touches remained.

“Hey,” you whispered, leaning down to speak right in his ear.

"Yeah?"

“Let me braid your hair?”

“Whatever you want, pretty,” he replied quietly. The man leaned to the side to plant a distracted kiss on your knee as if to make you aware that he had heard you, but also to show you that he was too interested in the plot of the film for a more enthusiastic response.

You did a few small french braids on the top of his head and a few more scattered throughout the loose section below, taking your time to get them perfect. From time to time he would raise his hand to put popcorn in your mouth, knowing that you were very committed to your work, and you didn't even realize that it had been long enough for the movie to end until the credits rolled and JJ turned on the lights in the living room.

“Well, that was an ending I wasn't expecting,” Emily exhaled, apparently satisfied with the film choice David had made.

"You liked the movie?" he asked suddenly, turning towards you for the first time and allowing you to admire your masterpiece. He looked totally pretty, in a feminine way that only a man like him could pull off.

“I got distracted halfway with you, if I'm honest.”

“We can see it getting home if you want, I want to test a theory about continuity errors” he suggested to you happily. Few commercial movies caught your boyfriend's attention and you thought that if he had enjoyed it you probably would too, although now from the comfort of your home.

“What's on your head, Reid?” Morgan smiled, looking at his friend and causing the rest to do the same. Spencer still didn't seem aware of what you had done until you lent him your phone screen for him to use as a mirror and then he could see what you had been focusing on for the last half hour.

"You like them?"

“I don't know, do you think I look good?” he asked genuinely. You loved that part of your boyfriend, the one that didn't let himself be carried away by prejudices and he only enjoyed things that could make him happy or, in the same way, make you happy.

You smiled and leaned down enough to place a gentle kiss on his lips, followed by at least three more spread across his cheeks and one on the tip of his nose that tickled him.

"I love them. I love you” 

“Oh, come on, get a room!” Prentiss squealed as he threw a cushion at you and made a face of displeasure at your little romantic moment.

“How did you get him to let you do his hair? He never left me”

“I guess they're girlfriend benefits, Garcia,” you joked, while he pulled your hand to his mouth to leave a delicate kiss on your knuckles “Besides, he was too preoccupied with finding out who the murderer was to notice"

“That’s not true, I knew you were combing my hair. I only left you because it relaxes me a lot that you play with it” he confessed, looking at you out of the corner of his eye even from his position on the floor.

Spencer wanted to get that admiring look from you just a little longer and upon arriving at your shared apartment he slept with his hair combed, until the next morning he was greatly surprised when he realized that the locks you had braided were now curly. You took out some old tubes that your mother had given you, but they were now almost obsolete, and you explained to him that they fulfilled the same function, promising that if a case didn’t arise that same night, you would put them on so that he could see the results himself.

Seeing the experienced and brilliant doctor you had as a boyfriend full of blue tubes in his head was something you never thought you would witness, but the excited smile on his face at the new hairstyle was payment enough for your loving heart.

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#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid x you #flufftober 2023 #prompt list #writing challenge #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid drabble

[privitivium]

common theory that massaging tits makes em bigger

motherly!yan encouraging you to grab your handfulls while taking a drink from his taps

accurate. dom mother...... i love dom motherly yan. cant stop imagining him smothering you in his love,,, so happy but not outwardly showing for it besides a huge creepy smile plastered on his lips while suffocating you in his chest. ,,, you,,, whining that youre hungry and that your tummy hurts n there he is with a plate of ur favorite food ready to feed you. like yes mommy please love me. LITERALLY hes the best comfort bro,,, heal me of my issues, mother. PLEASE

it'd be his own idea rather than urs about the theory, asking you " - don't you want something bigger? something to grab on?" and holding your hand over his other pec, moving your hand gently in grabbing motions while you were suckling at his other, pulling away and saying ur fine with his tits as they are now but ,,, feels so good to squish on his tits while sucking at it simultaneously, cant help but feed into it,. oscillating between nipples every so often, making sure to give each pec just to make sure they even out... LOLL

#motherly yan!

[yan-lorkai]

Good afternoon, Lorkai! I’d like to know your thoughts on how some of the twst boys would handle a darling that used to be a musician? If it’s alright, I’ll leave the choice of boys up to who ever you feel most inspired to write for. Thank you for all of the great yandere content!

*･゜ﾟ Characters: Lilia V, Kalim A, Epel F.

*･゜ﾟ A/N: I just remembered when I finished writing that the octotrio had a band in middle school lol so, maybe if someone wants to read ofc, this fic can have a part two. Also thank u darling, I'm glad that you like my content 🥺❤️

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Oh, you used to be a musician? If you're comfortable with that, Lilia would love to hear you play and maybe even have a duet with you, following every chord and note with his guitar. Sometimes, you can even hear him humming the song you play softly and the sound is very harmonious.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ However, 'used' is past tense and indicates that you no longer play / are no longer a musician. And Lilia builds a thousand and one theories and invents explanations for it, eventually he voices his thoughts and asks you why you don't play anymore. If it's insecurity or lack of motivation he can help you overcome them, he can even help build your confidence again. Lilia would offer words of encouragement and and help you put together a schedule to practice. He would remind you that your love for music is valid and that it's never too late to pursue your passion again, as an immortal he knows true talent when he see it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Also he's like your number one fan, the kind of fan who buys all your CDs and merchandise.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But if it's because you don't like playing anymore / want to pursue another profession, Lilia respects your decision. He still wants to play with you sometimes and he would love to hear if you have any compositions of your own, he would have heart for eyes while listening to you and probably was going to brag to anyone about how his lover is such an amazing musician.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Kalim, sweet Kalim, when you tell him you used to be a musician he wants to know absolutely everything. He wanted to know what kind of instruments you played, if you sang, if you've composed any music, if you've played in front of a giant audience, how you got interested in music, how you became a musician, things like that.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Music for him is a way of expressing yourself and he would love to hear what kind of music you play. He would shout your name and clap and cheer you on if you played, but if you decide not to play that's fine you can just enjoy the good food and the time you spend together at his parties.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He would love for you to stop by the Music Club sometimes to watch him rehearse and play, and if you know how to play the drums, he would like to exchange tips and tricks on how to play better. And he would use every tip and trick to improve and play his hometown songs for you, hoping you would feel the same as him, light and happy following the upbeat rhythm.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Epel, like Kalim, would ask so many questions about your journey as a musician, about your experiences, challenges that you faced, and what initially drew you to music. He like to hear it all while you guys run errands or spend time together. If you doubt about your skills though, he's already proclaiming how talented you are and how he loves you for trying something and being so good at it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He doesn't play any instruments but he is more than happy to see how you take care of yours, supporting you if you want to try playing again and are a little rusty. Epel could take you to Pomefiore where lots of students sharp their skills by practicing to expand your horizons, to show you something new while you listen to them play. And he's sure Vil wouldn't have a problem letting you practice with them since you used to be a musician.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Epel doesn't know if this helps you, but he would massage your hands and shoulders after you play trying to make you relax and get rid of tension. He would tell you whenever you have talent and absolutely love to hear you play, and if you ever want to return to your career as a musician, know that he will be by your side to support and help you in any way he can.

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst epel #twst lilia #twst kalim #twst kalim al asim #twst lilia vanrouge #twst epel felmier #yandere epel #yandere lilia #yandere kalim #epel x yuu #epel x reader #epel x mc #lilia x reader #lilia x mc #lilia x yuu #kalim x mc #kalim x reader #kalim x yuu

[meowzfordayz]

pasta

Author’s Note: you are loved (by me and many others). 💗

pasta

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: mild sexual content

Song Inspo: Pasta by New Rules

Request Fulfilled: Hello hello! You know I was thinking, since you're so good at writing both comfort and modern aus... why not combine the hell out of both and think about some hcs/scenarios (whatever you feel most comfortable with) of some of the hashira dealing with reader being increasingly insecure cause of social media? I just got this idea and thought yeah, she would make a masterpiece out of it as usual 😄 also in my mind Tengen would be an influencer himself haha (no pressure if you don't like the idea 💖)

~faqs~

“Are you read-”

“I don’t wanna go out tonight.”

A quiet thud piques your interest, eyes darting toward the sound, hands cradled in your blanketed lap. Fuck you swallow thickly, low sigh hovering in your lungs, heart panging gently as Kyojuro’s crisp, tan khakis and fitted, maroon dress shirt come into focus. Is he… peeking at his ankles, giggling despite yourself at the little embroidered flames adorning his socks. Divine your fingers clutch at the throw pillow beside you, its tiny tasseled corners similar in elegance to his high ponytail — pinched at the top, spilling golden and untamed afterwards. I’m nowhere near ready chewing at your already swollen lip, dimly processing the sudden proximity of his shadow, staring firmly downward at the state of your cuticles.

“Are you unwell?”

“Something like that.”

“Your lip,” he hums softly What about it? careful thumb grazing across it, “Does it hurt?”

Pulse stuttering in your throat, “Nah.”

In a single, fluid motion, Kyojuro lifts your crossed legs, couch dipping as he sits, his steady thighs a new, warmer cushion for your feet, familiar strength beginning to rub at the tension in your arches.

“Did you eat a late lunch?” he inquires, faint satisfaction gripping the edges of his tone as your toes wiggle.

“I’m hungry.”

“But you would prefer to stay in tonight?”

Part of you resents the concern lingering beneath his question, a half hearted Why would I go out when there’s a heavenly foot massage here? retort almost slipping, but you’re tired. Tired of mindlessly scrolling; of spontaneous and fleeting fixations; of wondering how much is genuine, how much is staged, how much good is really out there; of desiring connection while grieving the loss of respite and patience; of charging yourself to full only to rapidly dwindle; your sense of self and merit and beauty a pawn of planned obsolescence — akin to the shitty battery in your shitty phone. Tired of hiding the weight of your world: of clinging to trust so tightly that nobody, not even yourself, could earn it.

“It takes a lot of time to get ready,” you mutter, vision blurring with inevitable wetness.

“I am happy to wait!” Kyojuro exclaims, “I could help too! YouTube tutorials are helpful for learning color theory and keeping up with fashion trends,” eyebrows furrowing at your telltale sniffling.

“I don’t want to learn color theory or keep up with fashion trends! I don’t want to double, triple, overthink what shirt I’m wearing, or debate between nice or comfortable shoes. I don’t want to stress about being Insta worthy, to worry about whether my pants have enough room for me to bloat in after eating — I don’t want to worry about bloating! I just want to eat fancy pasta without feeling like I’m too plain for the pasta!”

“You are prettier than any pasta I have ever eaten, and I have eaten a lot of pasta,” he declares, calloused palms cupping your jaw as he scoots closer, tongue licking playfully at your tears, grin immovable as you yelp Ew! and Kyyyo! and Gross! trying and failing to shove him away, “Tasty too!” trapping your hands between his thighs before exaggeratedly lapping your cheeks, nibbling at your earlobes, sucking on your bottom lip, “The tastiest!”

“I-” struggling to breath, “I wanna-” squirming futilely, “I wanna get-” heat spreading from your chest to your eyelashes, “Get dressed up!” you hiccup, watery smile threatening to burst, skin glistening from Kyojuro’s ministrations, “But we eat at home?”

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, stray hairs tickling your forehead as he touches his nose to yours, “As you wish.”

“I don’t mean to be difficult.”

“You are not difficult,” nudging his pinky against yours, “Feeling pressured,” linking them together, “Feeling disappointed… they are difficult feelings. They are difficult when they are forced upon you, and they are difficult when they are created within you. The sole reason I use social media is to Like your posts,” chuckling fondly, “It would be fun if I could use social media normally, if I could handle its influence and promotions,” shrugging sheepishly, “But I am unable to. Immunity to pressure? To disappointment? To expectation and appearance? I doubt anyone has that,” nodding slowly, “And that is okay. Wanting to feel good, wanting to look good, that seems natural to me. What is unnatural is dictating, strictly defining, good,” raising your interlocked pinkies, “I promise to support you in your discovery of good — however and wherever it shapes you.”

“But don’t let me become objectively bad,” you mumble wryly.

“Of course not!”

“And I promise to support you.”

“But not if I become objectively bad!”

“Kyo, if there’s anything I’m certain of, then it’s that you could never.”

“Close your eyes!” you announce, barefoot as you approach the kitchen.

And Kyojuro’s grateful he listened, because when you tell him, “Okay, you can look,” he swears the clock stops ticking.

Your favorite sweatpants paired with his favorite sweatshirt, and Are those matching flame socks? has him hugging you in an instant, limbs—minus his right hand—latching onto your plush, cozy frame, inhaling the intertwined scent of his detergent and your shampoo.

“I’m reducing the sauce! You pick the pasta?”

“What a sexy, filthy thing to ask,” you drawl, winking as you beam at him, “What kind of-”

“Oops,” his eyes widen abruptly, patting urgently at your shoulder, shushing you with a kiss as he tugs you toward the nearest dishtowel, his mouth muffling your consequent protest.

“What exactly-”

Realization widening your own eyes as he dabs at his sweatshirt—that you’re wearing—the sauce covered wooden spoon placed haphazardly on the counter behind you the obvious offender.

“KYOJURO! You didn’t put that down first?!”

“You just looked so delectable!”

“How about hugging me without staining me?

“Sometimes hugs cannot be prevented!”

“How about stains? Surely those can be prevented?”

“Yes! With stain remover!”

#rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #flame hashira #one shot #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[aokuro-san]

Some thoughts on TokRev and Ken Wakui (before reading the ending)

I want to clarify that this is my point of view and that if you have a different one, that's fine (even if you don't agree)! So let's move on.

Let's see, although everyone has a fairly well-argued point about why they don't like the ending, I think that the fact of saying: "these are not my characters" is as true as it is uncertain. I mean, there are things that WILL happen anyway and shape our characters as we know them...

...except for a few incidents that did traumatize them for life (like this: Draken never got over Emma's death and in all futures he lived extremely DEPRESSED; that is, he lived just to live. In fact, I've always had a theory that just like Ash Lynx, in Banana Fish, Draken allowed himself to die protecting Takemichi knowing what would happen to him, and at least now they both have a chance).

For example:

Kazutora will continue to have to survive the mistreatment of her father and the bullying and blackmail of her classmates until he runs into Baji, which is most likely, or another character, and he will have to start to evolve as a person from there (as we saw in several of the extras).

Emma and Draken will continue to be abandoned by their mothers. In fact, when Takemichi arrives in the past, Emma is already with the Sano and, finally, has had to "overcome" that abandonment (I put it in quotes because it doesn't seem like the right word, but now I can't think of another).

In addition, Draken will continue to live in "the massage room" and will see how the girls are prostituted and discarded. That is, he will have to learn to live in that environment and the "little" slavery he suffered from older gang members before becoming Mikey's friend.

Mitsuya and Shiba will meet in the same way and will live exactly the same. However, I want to take a little break here, because NO, I don't think Shiba family life is as good as some people think. In fact, in the color panel of the wedding you can see that Taiju is still quite far from his two little brothers. We will have to read the chapter to draw a little more conclusions, but I think that Taiju will never be able to completely redeem himself from what he did as we saw in the manga.

Izana will continue to be abandoned by all the adults around him, which will mold him as a person until Shinichiro finds him. I think this is the most difficult character to read because of the kind of life he has led, but we will have to wait for the little explanation.

Kakucho will also lose his parents in a car accident (see the scar) and the Sano will lose their father in another, and their mother due to an "illness" (which could be a hidden depression in the play, from my point of view).

And etc etc etc.

I mean, of course, Takemichi and Mikey STILL THE SAME (they are the same characters from the beginning, I mean) and it seems that thanks to that knowledge of the facts they have been able to help the vast majority of the characters (if not all, hahahaha), but they will not be able to control all the incidents in the lives of the characters. Probably, they will have spent many battles with Taiju and Izana, before achieving their objective, which, after all, WAS THE OBJECTIVE OF THEM BOTH. Especially Takemichi, our protagonist.

Actually, this ending can be as counterproductive (because of the rush, more than anything, I have already said it on another occasion), as it is appropriate for what Tokyo Revengers is, since it closes the two conflicts that arose from the beginning: "the loneliness" and "save them all" (and the penultimate chapter finally makes sense of the title and makes the best revenge of all: THE REVENGE OF TRYING TO BE HAPPY!). However, he has done it at the cost of MANY UNSOLVED THINGS (and leaving Shinichiro like the unsalted bread he has been from the beginning, haha). However, this seems to me the least serious of all. Let me explain: AN AUTHOR DOES NOT OWE YOU AN EXPLANATION OF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS. Especially IF EVEN THE MAIN CHARACTERS DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW TIME TRAVEL WORKS OR THEY DOESN'T REALIZE THE THINGS THAT, MAYBE, THE SPECTATOR DOES REALIZE.

Also, Takemichi is our main narrator most of the time, and I already said that he's not a smart enough person to notice this "nonsense", or give it due importance, which makes it much easier for the author leave those "loose ends" without endangering the coherence of the work, or the main character.

It is true that doing something like this is a risk and that ignorance works much better in horror works. I also would have liked it to fix some specific points (like, who was spying on Takemichi in the Bonten arc?), but if not, I DON'T DIE EITHER, TRUTH. Because, if you think about it, what the author has done with this part of the story is to make sure that people like me CHECK THE MANGA INFINITELY, hahaha. It's a great tactic, no doubt.

Or those are my conclusions, before reading the ending, of course.

PS: I see a lot of people saying that that wasn't the ending that Wakui wanted to do or that TokRev should have been a seinen... I honestly have no idea how the manga industry works in Japan. I only know that the publisher itself asked Wakui for a story and he created Tokyo Revengers from there. The first shônen of him. There is nothing wrong with TokRev being shônen, in fact, it is thanks to this work and the genre that Wakui has become known worldwide and if you want to read something about gang members and seinen, you can read Shinjuku Swan, one of his earlier works. I don't see a problem with that, really.

What I would worry about is that Wakui hadn't made the ending he wanted. I guess we'll see that over time. But if he really has made the ending he wanted (and had in mind since Bloody Halloween, as he said in an interview), THEN THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN SAY TO HIM IN THAT SENSE (Not that you can't criticize the ending, but insult him, try to convince him day and night to change the ending, send him pictures of them burning his manga for the ending, and generally harass him for the ending he finished picking out. I'm not surprised by this attitude, unfortunately, but it's still CRAZY and a huge lack of respect for the artist). Because, as John Katzenbach said in an interview:

"Do what you want to do. The story you tell should be YOUR STORY. Because a lot of people will come to you and say: You know, if you turn this 16-year-old boy into a 20-year-old girl, the story will be much better. ... No. Tell the story you want to tell and have faith in that. It may or may not work... But you'll be happy in the long run, if you stay true to your own vision."

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tr 278 #tr finale #tokyo revengers spoilers #my opinion #ken wakui #tokrev 278 #tr ending

[zaenaris]

Ch.278: what a weird feeling and weird finale... it’s so happy that it is almost sad.

Reflection on it and and the overall manga

Premise: I still love what this manga gave to me, I know I’ll sound harsh in some… many moments, but I still love the characters I had the chance to know, so I’m just kind of disappointed in how the ending was done but not surprised (for the real salt, you should have seen me when Game of Thrones and How I Met Your Mother ended lol).

EDIT: I wrote this the previous days when I knew something about the ending  but I didn’t read the chapter yet. Against all odds, idk if it’s because I’m in a good mood today, but i’m not as salty as i thought i’d be. 

Because, even if these characters are not my beloved one, that I’ve learnt to know and love, it was… nice, seeing them like this, in this version. So while I’m not as mad as I thought I’d be, and I get both sides, the ones that hated this and the ones that loved it, I can’t help to be both sad and… kinda okay, but not really? This is not the ending I wanted, I didn’t want any revival arc since I had accepted the death of all these characters, but this is what we got. For good or worse, it’s over and even if I couldn’t see my beloved characters healing and growing… I still have those emotions that these characters and this story gave me

So bear with me, if you want.

So, as I said in my previous posts, I’ve never been a fan of the reset theory (when it was a theory) and I wasn’t fond of it when it became reality. Why?

Because Wakui’s strength, imho, is not the plot (I’ll talk about it later) but is his characters. They feel real, alive, relatable and you get attached to them. “Erasing” them it’s such a shame (again, later I'll write better what I mean with that).

But again, while I’ve never been a fan of the reset, I understood that, if handled better, could have  been satisfactory. If what happens in ch.278 had been the ending, but in the meanwhile we’d had a whole damn arc that explained us how we arrived there, and who these characters from the new timeline were, I’d probably have been more satisfied.

Because yes, everyone is alive and got their happy ending, but these people, except Mikey Takemichi and Chifuyu, are strangers to me (also, why does Chifuyu remembers? because he’s the second most popular in Japan so the editors knew they couldn’t fuck him up too much?  it’s so random lol. Yes, his narration was emotional and all, I'm glad he’s still Takemichi’s partner since he remembers  but it makes no sense lol). 

I know that, if we assume TR is not a multiverse and all the previous timelines have been erased, these are “genetically” the same people that now had the  chance to live a better life and we’ve seen the potential of these people, but I don’t know who they are. What are their struggles, dreams, insecurities, little quirks and habits?

I grew fond of these characters because they were the underdogs, they failed, but kept fighting. I was rooting for them because we’ve seen they still had a heart and tried their best to go on. I knew them, I cared about them and, as I said before, I was ready for a more mature massage, something along the line of, “life is not fair, but it’s worth living it, you’re allowed to fail, grieve and moving on” but the overall message was more like “never give up”. That it’s okay  for a shonen, but again, it’s the execution that was lacking.

I never wanted a reset because, while I was sad for the death of many characters, I had accepted it, because life is not fair nor perfect, and you have to learn to go on even if not everything went as you would have wanted. I’d prefer to see the characters that survived learning to live with their past and improve, like Kazutora did in the previous timelines.

Again, while this is how I would have probably handled the story, this is not my story and if Wakui wanted a reset, of course he could do it, but like this it felt empty. Because why should I care about people I don’t know and that apparently have perfect and happy lives? Maybe they have their demons, but I don’t know them, these characters are strangers.

It’s like walking in the street, seeing someone that is getting married and you think “Good for them”. You know it is a happy day for those strangers, but you’re not invested. Again, see before, I know maybe it’s not technically the case, but it could have been handled better.

Some people are happy because they can imagine whatever they want, and I mean, good for them, but I don’t want these characters to be my OCs, when I read/watch a story, I want to know the characters, and later, when I have a solid foundation, it is fun to imagine thighs.(I will still make HCs since it’s really the only thing we have left, but still, I’d had preferred to have something canon behind it, you know?)

And I know that the argumentation of people that are super happy with the ending is “you guys are cruel/weird, you want them to suffer!”

Not necessarily? But I mean, I just like some good angst and angst with a  happy ending?

 It’s just the suffering was what the manga was about: suffering, trying to heal and moving on. I wanted my characters to be happy of course, but in a more organic and better written way. Again, reset could have worked if I had time to grow fond of these people again. 

But this is for me, everyone is free to enjoy fiction how they prefer, I mean we’re not talking about the greatest systems.

Until this moment I tried to let many things slide, story-wise, thinking that maybe we would have got  an explanation later,  but now that is over, we have to call things by their names: plot holes.

With all due respect for Wakui, he honestly never did anything revolutionary on the storytelling side. He didn’t invent time travel and he’s not the first that talks about Bōsōzoku and Japanese young criminals. But that’s okay, tropes are not bad per se, you can write what other people have already done, the important thing is that you leave your mark. And while understanding Wakui the writer and Wakui the employee of a big company that must respect some company policies, I knew immediately that I couldn’t expect anything revolutionary from his writing. But I love the story for its characters, and no one will take that away from me. 

Now back  to the plot holes:

the first one I can remember is in the Valhalla arc:  Baji not realizing he and Tora were stealing from Shin’s shop. 

“But it was the consequence of dark impulses (DI)!!!” people could say. 

Maybe? But it seems that everything in this story is the DI’s fault lol. 

I can understand events involving Shin and Mikey, but the fire at the Inupi’s house? Kazutora’s abusive father and his terrible life at home? Mama Shiba’s illness and death? South? I could go on. For what we know, it seems everything bad in this world, from me getting a paper cut to climate change, was the DI’s fault and that Takemichi and Mikey fixed everything. They could have saved princess Diana as well in this TL lol (sorry I just saw a gifset from the new season of The Crown).

While the Black Dragon and Tenjiku arc are probably the best and most loved arcs, we have problems there as well.

Izana: he’s not the problem, it’s how he was introduced in the story. We know Emma talked about Izana, Mikey forgot (... like, really Wakui/editors?) and Shin, that had no legal right over Izana somehow found him but never explained how?

The twin motors that Shin found in Manila? Why was he there? Never explained, I guess Manila is just a cool and “exotic” location for Japanese people.

Sanzu: if he was so important, since he’s literally Shin’s trigger and Shin inadvertently started all this mess, why was he introduced properly so late in the story? It doesn’t make sense he’s not a Toman founder. We can “justify” everything with the dark impulses, but it is a weak as hell justification and it is not even addressed by the author.

I personally don’t care about South and I think his mini arc was useless, but his entire character was a waste of time. It ended nowhere. 

Even the original Black Dragons! Sure, Takeomi and Waka are, in some chapters, the “Mr. Exposition” to let us readers know some things, but Waka, that apparently knew about time travels, did nothing but explain the situation??

Why did Waka and Benkei join Mikey only recently if Waka already knew about DI? (it’s funny cause even Inupi, my beloved, in-universe, asked them wtf they were doing in KMG and they never answered him lol).

I understand the “show, don’t tell”m but this is too extreme. This is not planning a single thing. We has so many chapters in  this last arc that added absolutely nothing to the story and later others that explained too much in too little time (and it’s not a criticism against an arc after Bonten, I stand by my opinion that Bonten couldn’t be the last arc because it felt incomplete, I’m saying that the last part wasn’t handled well). So many characters and sub plot are introduced and never explained, from South to Mikey’s parents, even Senju and the original Black Dragon. I loved seeing them on screen but what was their point lol? There’s so much potential lore/drama and nothing was said

Another thing I let slide until now is the management of the “magic system”. 

Wakui, for the great part of his manga never explained how time leaping works, except at the beginning when Naoto gave us the basic rules that we kept with us for the majority of the time. And that was okay, I didn’t need to have a book with rules like in Death Note for example, it was just a narrative expedient. What happens to the “actual present” characters when the “spirit” of the time leaper comes back to their timeline (basically, for example, does 15 y/o Takemichi remembers what 26 y/o Takemichi did with his body when his soul/spirit whatever traveled to the past? What happens to the actual person while the time leaper takes the wheel? Never cared to explain. Again, I understand they are narratives expedients but again, it should have been handled better.)

Since Wakui never cared to explain to us the rules of time leaping, I feared a reset because nowhere it was explained that you couldn’t leap “twice” like Takemichi and Mikey did in ch.277. It  doesn’t really contradict anything (and that’s why I feared it), but it’s too easy like this since, once again, after the reset we didn’t have time to see how we arrived at the happy ending and to know these characters. 

It’s a happy ending, and I actually felt kind of happy while reading it, I can’t deny it,  but it’s also empty. I love the “get your happy ending” trope precisely because I saw my characters struggling to arrive at their deserved happy ending, I struggled with them, I rooted for them, I suffered with them and in the end we got our prize, the happy ending.

But, since these moments were skipped, it doesn’t have the same emotional impact.

It has an impact, won’t deny it, but maybe because I know it’s over, and overall, this manga gave me a lot and I grew fond of it, regardless its flaws 

I already explained how rushed everything was and how so cliché, “shonen” and “Disney” this finale is here and how weird it is that Takemichi and Mikey are so much older then everyone else right now here. (imho, it’s basically another curse to be adult and living in children’s body)

I’m not saying that people from different generations cannot be friends, but still, how can you be surrounded by 7-8 y/o kids and treating them as friends when you are a young adult and you could be their babysitter, big brother, young uncle? Also, I want to believe in this TL Takemichi met Hina when she was in college or something since he’s mentally 20 years older than her, holy shit. I know the narration doesn’t question their relationship in the slightest and Takemichi is a good man, but still this is weird. (Again, I talk as a mutishipper here, so I’m not trying to invalidate any ship).

As I feared, I’m asking too many questions that clearly will never be addressed because otherwise you realize nothing makes sense lol. 

So many things could have been handled better, but a mix of being a shonen with the main target of teenagers (I agree so much with this post, that if TR were a seinen we probably could have seen so much more but probably wouldn't have been so popular) and rushed ending for whatever reason didn’t allowed it.

I guess that in order to actually enjoy TR in its entirety, you have to switch off your brain and just feel it lol.

Now, I don’t want to say this is all Wakui’s fault. Again, I still love the characters I had the chance to know before the rushed ending and the previous arcs and I’m aware that probably something behind the scenes happened. 

The manga industry is ruthless, mangakas work in terrible conditions and, unfortunately, it’s not unusual for them to have health problems due to the terrible rhythms and the environment. 

Beside that, the author is not always free to do what they want with their story, there are the editors, the publishing company that of course can and will tell the authors what is better for the company  and, ultimately, the publisher only thinks about the money. 

We don’t know the contract Wakui has with Kodansha (public company of Tokyo Revengers), we don’t know Wakui’s actual conditions, we don’t know and will never know what really happened to have such a rushed, poorly handled and written ending.

So I’m not saying that people that 100% enjoyed this are wrong, by all means, good for them, once again, we’re not talking about the greatest system, for us readers this is just a manga and if you’re happy like this, good for you. But since this is a story that, emotionally, gave me a lot, I would have preferred to see it handled better, especially from a purely writing point of view.

What I know is that  this story made me feel alive, made me feel in general, and I’m still grateful for those feelings. The whole, you know “Don't cry because it's ending, smile because it happened” kind of thing. So, be nice with each other, regardless, and remember that behind a story there’s an author and many other people, and we don’t know the actual dynamics of everything. 

So yeah, it’s over but not really because people at Kodansha like money (I guess Wakui like it too lol, I mean who doesn’t?) so now we’ll get other collateral things, so I guess we’ll hear about TR for a while. And of course the second season of the anime will start soon. I don’t know if TR will get an “expanded universe” like many franchises do recently or if it will slowly die. We will see in time I guess, but in the meanwhile, I think we’ll still get some content, in a way or another. 

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[tamyrawilliams]

Emre comes to massage Tamyra and they end up talking about a lot of things. Revelations are being had, decisions are being made. ft @akbartheolder​

Emre slowly his way towards Tamyra's home.  It had been a while; granted Emre got those hazy green blips still, some flickering memories featuring Tamyra's lovely face...only that hadn't been Tam, just like that fake hadn't been him.  It would be easy to avoid Tamyra these days - they both seemed occupied these days, and after their last attempt to find Kaz went so south, things just...fizzled.  Went stale.  No need to talk about it; neither of them were like that.  Tamyra left angry, Emre left despondent, and they simply didn't reconnect since.

But Emre wasn't the type to let things lay fallow for long, not when he found himself thinking about Tamyra.  Maybe even missing her company, honestly.  She'd been the first person to find him on Meridium, when Flight 441 crashed; he wasn't ashamed to say he'd grown rather attached to Tamyra Williams, in a strange, detached, fond way.

"Oi, Tammy-darling,"  Emre called out, once he got closer.  "You about?  It's been a little while innit."  Emre lifted the bottle of scented coconut oil, gave it a waggle.  "I come bearing an offer."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra didn't really expect Emre to show up at her place that afternoon - or any afternoons these days, really. They didn't really talk anymore, not as casually and often as before, and that was generally normal for Tamyra for the most part. And with Emre, that was mostly the pattern, even if this was a longer period than it ever has been before.

Not that she minded, not for one bit. Emre was fun and they worked well together, definitely one of the good ones from that plane crashing.

"Hey, I'm here, what's up?" she leaned against her entrance door's frame after Emre's initial call out to her, watching him get closer, wiggle that scented coconut oil in his hands. "Oh, and you brought a gift with that offer as well, now I must hear that out. Especially if it ends with that oil in my home. I am starting to get low on my own bottle. Whatever you are doing, keep doing it, by the way, they are too good, my skin is much happier using these than anything else, really."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"I don't intend to stop making oil, if that's what you mean...but that bloody fake of mine used up all the oil during that month, and never bothered to make any more.  I'm getting on that, but - this is from my personal reserve innit.  Been cleaning out my old home and I found it.  Better to use it than save it so...I thought to myself: who would like a massage? And, well -"  Emre motioned to Tamyra.  "Person on the island who deserves it the most, obvi."

Emre let himself smile.  "And before you think I'm just being English and sarcastic, I am thinking about public morale innit.  My theory is - if Tamyra Williams is happy and well-oiled and relaxed mood, she'll strut about giving everyone something gorgeous to look at.  And she'll be dazzling and happy.  Then - everyone will be happy."

A shrug.  "Pretty good theory if you ask me.  So.  You up for it, darling?  Or I could just leave it here."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra couldn't help a small smile on her lips that grew bigger and bigger as Emre kept on explaining her theory. Keeping her happy - with oil and personal massage, no less! - and through that keeping the entire island happy too. She could easily see where this was going, but she wasn't going to send Emre away, no. She could have some fun herself.

"Definitely a good theory, yes. I can get behind it. Anyone keeping me happy is something I am down for, and I will never turn away good oil and free massage. Come on in, though, you cannot just keep standing there if you wanna massage me," she said and let Emre in.

“I've got some water that I can offer-- well, I have more, really, but I think the water is the best thing I can offer to a waterbaby, right?" She handed over a bottle of fresh water. "So how are your massaging skills exactly? What can I expect?"

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"Water's fine,"  Emre accepted readily.  "More thirsty than usual after them bloody trees innit."  He took the water bottle and drained a third of it right there, then scoffed as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  "These hands is proper talented, sweetheart.  Ask any married woman from my ends. Happy endings for the lot of them."  A brag as he cracked his knuckles, rolled his shoulders as if getting warmed up to win a marathon.

He motioned to Tamyra's fancy bed.  "Want to do it there, or you got a place outside to stretch out in the sun?  Tell me where it aches and let me do the rest, yeah?"

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"Same with me. I feel like no water is enough these days." Though she mostly just spent time in the water - but Tamyra didn't work on the farm, she could have hours just to chill in water while Emre during all of that probably spent working his ass off on the farm.

She grinned. "Am I getting a happy ending too? Or is that not part of the offer here?" she couldn't help but ask before moving over to her bed. "Here's alright." She untied her bikini top and after a moment's of hesitation, she laid down onto her bed on her stomach - her burn scars on her back showing, but it's not like she could have hidden them anyway. "My shoulders and that top part of my back is where it aches most, if you could start there, please."

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"All I taste is green.  Honestly I don't mind eating my veg - especially if curried right - but when I'm eating a bloody egg or fish and it still taste like bloody plant?"  Emre kissed his teeth.  "And that's not the half of it, innit.  All types of problems since them bloody trees."

Tamyra teased, and Emre smiled.  "I'm full-service, always.  Whatever the lady wants," he said, the least aggressive proposition that Emre had ever used with Tamyra.   As he knelt next to her bed, Emre removed his grandfather's ring from his finger, and the little shell bracelet from his wrist.  He dangled it proudly in front of Tamyra's face, where she was reclined.  "Like that?  Wren made it for me, didn't she.  Talented little thing, she is.  Check - it says 'akhi'.  Means 'brother'. She actually carved that in!"

He put it on Tam's little table, then squeezed some oil in his palms, rubbing it to warm it up before placing his hands on Tamyra's smooth shoulders.  Scars or not - "Bloody hell, you've got the most gorgeous skin, luv."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"Yeah, let's not even get into all the other problems." The need for water or the taste almost felt small, compared to the other consequences, and Tamyra didn't want to think about it right now. Just about the massage and that happy ending. "The lady definitely wouldn't mind a happy ending, mister," she smiled and gotten ready to just sink into her bed, enjoy his fingers and whatever else he wanted to do with her.

And then Emre had to take off a bracelet made of shells, dangle it in front of her face until she really looked at it and rub it in that Wren made it for him. She made one for Tamyra too, except she had no idea where it was now and she was pretty sure she would never get one more. That ship has sailed.

But no, focus, Tamyra. Massage, oil, Emre's hands, happy ending. "I knooooow. And your oils help them immensely," she sighed and tried to focus on his hands but then. "So you're one of those who deserves a Wren jewlery, hmm? Gets it even made especially for you..." She was not bitter or hurt, no. Not at all. Nor did her shoulders and most of her body tense up. Not. At. All. "How lucky you are."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

In response to her invite, Emre leaned in, dragging a slow kiss between Tamyra's shoulder blades, to the sweet jut of her spinal bone.

But then he focused.  Because Emre actually did enjoy giving massages.  It wasn't just all about the ulterior purpose - granted he'd never massage a man...well maybe he could imagine his hands on one man.  Oh, and Iyaz of course - so much as just the feeling of success.  Having a woman moan in the pleasure of worked muscles, the pleasure of touching her skin, giving attention, making someone happy through touch alone.  He kneaded the heel of his palm against Tamyra's back, searching out the little knots and tense spots.

"I made her promise me to make one,"  Emre smiled, glancing at the pretty little bracelet.  But he must've hit a pressure point, at the way Tamyra tensed.  Emre pushed through.  "Don't be jealous, c'mon.  I'm sure she'll make one for you too innit.  I don't need to be unique, just the first."

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"I'm not jealous," Tamyra snapped, not at all convincing that she wasn't, in fact, jealous. Even though she wasn't. She was hurt and annoyed and hated how effected she was, but she wasn't jealous. Nope.

"And anyway, I doubt she would make anything for me. She made it very clear that she wants nothing to do with me, so no bracelets or anything for me," she grumbled. Even though she did get one for herself. Probably the first one, despite what Emre thought his was. But admitting that would require explaining the fact that she didn't know where hers was or why Wren wouldn't make her another one and that was too embarrassing, so she just kept it for herself. Instead, she tried to get away from the topic, as one naturally does. "Can you-- a little bit further up-- there, yeeeah, right there, please."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Emre didn't pause in his attentions to Tamyra's muscles, but he was somewhat thrown off, surprised when Tamyra snapped at him.  'I'm not jealous' in a tone Emre knew quite well - from women, from his own mouth on occasion.  'I'm not jealous' to rhyme with 'I am extremely jealous'.

But why?  Tamyra had a sister of her own apparently; surely she didn't want Wren as her sister too.  The only other option was...nah.  Emre mulled over Wren and her crush, but it couldn't possibly be Tamyra.  That would be like saying Beyoncé was your crush; everyone did it, no one actually got it.

So he just moved to where Tamyra wanted him, fingers pushing down on a particularly hard knot.  "Like that?"  Emre asked quietly, accommodating where Tamyra shifted to get it just right.  He worked at the muscle for a bit and then said,  "I...think I made up with Kaz.  I think...I think we sorted things out, a bit.  He don't hate me no more, erm, I don't think. Took work, but.  It was my doing, wasn't it."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Thankfully Emre didn't push the topic even though Tamyra wasn't quite subtle, and she rewarded him with moan as he knotted out a hard spot. "Yeah, just like that, don't stop please." Just a good massage and now no more talk of Wren and those stupid jewlery. Stupid, pretty, meaningful jewlery, but whatever.

Kaz was a much better topic anyway. "Yeah? I'm glad. I still don't fully understand what happened, but he is a good one, so getting him to not hate you anymore is good. And just-- whatever you're doing, keep it up. I am sure it'll work." She was curious, though. "What did it? What did you do that convinced him to forgive you?"

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

The last time Emre and Tamyra had talked about Kaz - or tried to - Emre had snapped at her.  Told her he never wanted to talk about and of that with her again.  He remembered feeling hurt, misunderstood and frustrated by (what he'd thought at the time) relentless pushiness.  At the time, he'd hoped that Tamyra would be understanding and soft with him.

Well.  The least he could do now, was give her that patience and softness he'd desired back then.

He smiled at her soft moan, her body relaxing more, muscles warming up nicely.  "Right, well.  The reason he cut me out, was because I was a dick to him innit.  I was getting worked up over - over another matter that he was trying to help me with.  It got too much, and I took it out on him, yeah.  Said - I accused him of some horrid things, man.  Told him he didn't give a fuck about me and that."

Emre kissed his teeth.  "Pushed him away, didn't I.  Like a prat, all because I was too scared and hurting innit."  And to answer Tamyra's cautiously curious question.  "Dunno if he's forgiven me yet, but I asked him for another chance, right.  Because I missed him. And because I know I fucked up.  And...fucking hell, I missed him so badly, Tam. It hurt how much I missed him."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Emre was trying to be patient and soft with Tamyra, and if Tamyra knew what he was doing, she would have appreciated it, but she didn't have a clue. She just figured they changed the topic - Emre wasn't always open about Kaz, that was part of their falling out initially too, so now it was interesting to hear Emre's side of it.

"You pushed him away and this isn't just anyone, it's Kaz, and he takes those things deeper than just anyone, so his trust is harder to earn back," she summarized what happened the way she saw him. "But he's given you another chance, right? You didn't just ask for one, he said he's open to it? I think as long as Kaz is open, you guys will patch things up."

Those last few words of his stuck deeper than she thought they would, though. And...fucking hell, I missed him so badly, Tam. It hurt how much I missed him. It hit her in that moment just how much she related to that sentiment, when it came to Wren. Even if she should not have felt like that - when Emre and her weren't talking much, she was just fine, she wasn't aching or thinking about what Emre threw into her face in the middle of an argument, and Wren and her weren't even fighting, she still just kept hearing those words, they way Wren dismissed her.

Ugh, she hated this. She didn't want this kind of revelations, it only made her feel worse. So instead she shifted and turned around and pushed her upper body up onto her forearm and leaned in, pressed her lips against Emre's. That was what they both wanted, right? They could just skip the foreplay-talk and get right to it.

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"Who knew our Kaz would take things so deep.  About me..." Emre murmured ruefully, his smile crooked and wry.  But he hummed, agreeing that Kaz's trust was understandably tough to earn back.  "Never thought someone would go that hard, not for the likes of me.  Know what I mean?  Sounds pathetic, but whatevs.  Honestly still hard to believe, but I'm trying innit.  Just got to knock some other fucked-up thoughts from my head."

And it seemed Tamyra had an idea how to do that.  Emre leaned into the kiss without any protest, tasting her sweet perfect mouth.  Even the little dip that the scar left on her upper lip - perfect against the swipe of his exploring tongue.   A good, intense kiss, dotted by a shorter one, then a smaller one over that.  And then, Emre pressed his forehead against Tamyra's, breathing heavily, mint and coconut.

"You sure I'm who you want, Tam?  C'mon.  I know I threw a pissy little wobbly about all this, before, but.  I'm trying to be better about it. I missed our chats too."  Emre continued his kisses along her nose, in the soft wet flutter of her eye.    "Who would you rather be kissing right now, darling."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

The bottoming jokes were right there on the tip of Tamyra's tongue, but then the last second she decided to hold it back. They were actually talking about something good without arguing, she didn't want to mess it up with a badly times joke. Instead, she said, "And you got the attention of a good one. Kaz is a catch - but I am sure you're aware of that."

Then the kissing - thank god they were both into each other and knew that they could just provide easy fun to each other. Emre was always safe in that regard, and it was probably one of the best things that he showed up at her door.

And yet, something was missing. Something was glaringly missing and she could feel it in that moment - even though in the past it was mostly passion and physical between Emre and her, even that kind of desire and need was missing from Tamyra. She just wanted to forget and wanted anything else other than thinking about Wren but apparently Emre could not provide that. But still, she wanted to keep going, wanted to try and find a way to get lost in Emre.

Except he had different ideas, and Tamyra groaned when he pulled away, when he stopped them in the gentlest way possible. She didn't need gentle, she needed Emre to blank her mind. Instead he stepped right in the middle of what she didn't want to talk or think about.

"I'm not wishing to be kissing anyone else." She moved her head, pressing her lips against his again but even that attempt failed, nothing, she was just getting more frustrated, so instead she entangled herself from Emre completely suddenly - if he was closer, it was all soft and kind and she didn't want any of that right now. Instead she moved to the furthest part of the bed, pulled her knees up to her chest and ran her fingers through her hair. "Wren!"she snapped."I wish you would be Wren right now, are you fucking happy? Is that what you wanted to hear? I wish you were Wren and that is the last thing Wren would ever want so there. No jewlery, no nothing from her for me."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra was getting all tense again, undoing Emre's work on her with every unsatisfied shift and frustrated moan.  She wanted this, but she didn't want this.  Emre could feel it on her, or maybe within her.  Maybe it was because they were waterbabies, but Emre could feel her pulse and currents like restless waves before a storm.

Tamyra could've told him to shut up and just fuck her like she wanted.  Emre would've complied, even if he really had just come by to do something nice for her, a massage and maybe a bit of a reconnect.  Fucking Tamyra senseless hadn't lost its thrill but maybe, just maybe Emre actually sought something more with her.

She told him no one and Emre would've accepted that, let Tamyra get over any discomfort with some heated physical attention.  But she couldn't.  Her urgent kisses became aggravated, and suddenly she was pushing herself away from him, to the edge of the bed, curled tight in a defensive little ball.

Emre stayed kneeling on the side of the bed, knowing what he wanted to hear - but still amazed that Tamyra said anything at all.  About Wren. Wren. "She told me about her crush...that was you.  She never said your name,  I never had a clue, honest."  Not that it really mattered; Emre knew Tam liked girls the way he liked boys. Well, one boy.  "Darling..."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Crush. Wren told Emre about her crush on Tamyra. Tamyra couldn't help the bitter laughter that burst out of her as she rubbed her scar, in that moment somehow it was both a comfort and a hindrance, something she was ridiculously aware of in that moment.

"Do not fucking darling me right now Emre, I am not in the mood." She wasn't really sure what mood she was in, but not this. Not soft, not gentle, not sympathetic, even if Emre was trying all of that. In any other situation she would have most likely appreciated it, even later she would appreciate it, but in that moment, it felt too much.

"Crush," she repeated the word though, almost as if she was trying it out for the first time. Wren never said it so specifically, and Tamyra never asked, never really thought about it deeply, and yet it made all the sense. "She had a crush on me. Great. Fucking awesome. And I fucked it all up to the point where she wants nothing to do with me anymore. She wants people who aren't so judgemental around herself, were her exact words, actually. Great. Just fucking brilliant..."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra groused at Emre, but for once he wasn't reactive.  He didn't need to be; he wasn't the one hurting right now.  The way Tamyra laughed - angry and bitter, so angry but at what exactly?  Emre stayed where he was, like if he moved then Tamyra might take flight or tell him to fuck off.

He settled on his heels, propping his head on the bed by his elbow.  "What're you on about?  What's even happened between you two?  Wren's at some point where she's blaming herself for all sorts, and now you're blaming yourself too?"  Emre reached out and poked Tamyra's thigh.  "Bruv, c'mon bruv.  I spilled all sorts to you about Kaz, didn't I.   Bruv."  Emre couldn't help the tease, since she didn't want to be called darling.

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra absolutely did not want to talk about this, not in the slightest, she wanted to curl up and forget about all of it, but somehow she couldn't stop spilling anymore - kind of funny how she was the one who originally asked Wren to keep things quiet about the two of them and yet she was thr one who kept bubbling out over and over again.

"What happened, bruv, was that we slept together a couple of times, had some nice chats, and then she realized that I slept with her father before he died and when I still was just annoyed with her and then naturally, she stopped talking to me. We had a couple of fights, but eventually things seemed to clear up, at least to a point where we were talking and then this stupid fucking fake me shit happened and all I know is that Wren made me a necklace but it's nowhere to be seen and by the time I woke up as me, she realized that I'm not the kind of person she wants to be around. Like I said, she said I'm too judgemental and she doesn't want people like that around herself at all." She dragged her palms across her face, groaning, wanting to feel anything other than what she was feeling right now. "And apparently she had a crush on me which-- I guess I should have known but I didn't until now so it was a bigger fuck up than I even realized."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

It really did come spilling out of Tamyra, undammed and unfettered by anything except her ability to see clearly.  And really - how could Tamyra see clearly?  The story she told was all twists and turns, ups and downs intertwined in what sounded to Emre, like a tangle that got harder to pull apart.  She probably left out certain parts, because it had all gotten so complicated.  Wren left defeated and discouraged, Tamyra left wondering how it all went wrong, and was it even right in the first place.  At least, this was how it seemed to Emre, in the way Tamyra spoke.  In a way that Emre had never heard Tam speak before.

Slowly, Emre moved closer to Tamyra.  He didn't reach out of try to touch her, he just sat up on the bed with her.  His feet still on the ground, his hands curled over the edge of her lovely mattress.   Emre stayed quiet for a few beats before speaking again.

"And you miss her, innit.  Kissing me, kissing others, but you're thinking about Wren."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra felt like a skittish animal who just wanted to run away from all of it. All of this. What was even the point of having this conversation? Why was Emre so gentle and soft when she didn't want him to be? (To be fair, she wouldn't have liked any approach, whatever Emre tried, she was simply in her feelings and had to get annoyed at something and this was somehow the one thing she picked, without what seemed like not much logic behind it.)

"Yeah, yeah I fucking miss her," she breathed, much more quiet suddenly, that tension in her body never leaving and yet Tamyra deflating all the same. She rubbed her face and groaned. "Fuck, it's so stupid. She was just supposed to be this annoying kid. That was who she was until-- well, until right before your plane crashed, I guess. But her parents died and she disappeared and that was that. And then she was back and I don't know, now I'm sitting here missing her so much. Like-- like it hurts," she echoed his words back to him. "Fuck." And then, just for the emphasis and because she didn't know what else to say, how else to deal with all of these feelings bubbling up inside of her that she's never known before, she said again, "Fuuuuck."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Emre reached over to his bottle of water which he'd also put on the table.  Fortunately he didn't do anything sappy like offer Tamyra water, as if she was having a panic attack.  He drank some himself, and then closed the bottle and lobbed it onto the space between them on the bed.  Not an offer exactly, but.  The longer Emre lived on Meridium the more he found water - drinking it, soaking in it, staring at it - to be as comforting as an embrace, or a kiss.  Without another person having to be involved.

"It is fucking stupid,"  Emre agreed, but then looked at Tamyra over his shoulder, to meet her likely glare.  "Feelings, I mean.  Feelings like this.  Feeling them is fucking stupid.  Admitting them is even worse..." Emre tugged the shell bracelet over, something to toy with.

"Apparently Wren's felt this way for a long time, poor little thing.  Puppy love, crush, whatever you want to call it - but she's not a little girl anymore.  So this girl's held onto something this long...bloody brave of her, if you ask me.  You'd think she'd grow out of it by now, innit.  She didn't, though.  Reckon that means something?"

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra just stared at the bottle between them - was it an offer for water or did Emre just put it down there or...? But then he said it was all stupid, what she just explained, and Tamyra's head snapped up, staring daggers at Emre.

"Are you fucking--" she started but then Emre continued, and alright, maybe, just maybe, he was on thin ice, but she wasn't going to murder him on the spot today. But she didn't know what to say anymore. No, she just didn't want to say anything anymore. Because yeah, all of this was stupid and she hated it, hated all of this - feeling this small and hurt and unsure of what she could even do now.

So instead Emre kept talking, about how brave Wren was for having feelings for Tamyra for so long, even though it all started when she was just a kid, and part of her wanted to pinch him and the other part of her just wanted him to keep going so she'd never have to say anything again. But of course he had to stop at some point. Tamyra just kept staring at him, and then after what felt like a small forever, she grabbed that stupid bottle, but instead of drinking from it, she just rested her chin on top of it as she held it just to keep herself tethered. "What so you think it means? What are you trying to say, Emre? I'm really not in the mood to try to read between the lines, so this would be the perfect time to spell things out."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Emre turned to Tamyra again, but this time it was an incredulous look.  "Are you joking?  Are you having a laugh, here.  Honestly, Tam.  You're so bloody resistant to thinking about this, that now you're asking me what I think any of it means?  I don't bloody know! I'm not you, and I'm not Wren!  You are - "  Emre pulled his a breath, pressed his lips together and exhaled in a frustrated 'hnnnnnmmmgh' noise between his teeth.

"What the fuck is so wrong with Wren?  Why're you resisting her so much?  What the fuck is so bloody frightening about feeling something for someone as sweet as our little Wren. She's adorable and when she cares about you, it's honestly one of the best bloody feelings in the world.  And I know you're capable of kindness for your mates, I know you've got a big heart for the people you care about, innit."

Emre splayed a hand. "And I'm not using the 'l' word here, if that's what you're so afraid of, alright?  We're just chatting about being bloody affectionate to a good girl! What on earth do you want from her?"

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra's eyes flashed at Emre. "Do I look like I am having a laugh, Emre? Do I?!" but he just kept on going, taking her apart and acting like it was all so easy peasy, so ridiculously stupid that she didn't even just consider the solution and did it and in a way, this was actually helping because at least Tamyra could deal with anger. Or, well, deal with it better than with everything else she's been feeling.

"I don't know what I want from her. Is that so hard to fucking believe?!" she snapped at him once he was finally finished. "I don't know what any of this is because I've never actually felt like this. It doesn't mean that there is anything wrong with her, it doesn't mean that she isn't adorable or that she isn't sweet or whatever else you wanna throw into my face because I fucking know that, alright? I am very well aware of it. But whatever this is, it's fucking new for me and believe it or not, I am fucking terrified of it. Because in my experience, anyone taking even a single step in this direction, it lead to nothing else other than pain and mystery, eventually everyone got hurt, no matter how far they walked down this road and so yeah, excuse me for not being jolly happy to jump into anything with anyone.

"And before you say anything, just to remind you of the last fucking ten minutes, I am already hurting and nothing even happened. We slept together a few times and that's it. So yeah, I resist any and all of this because I do not want to feel like this, I do not want to be like this. I am not the person who keeps playing another person's words in my head over and over again. If somebody doesn't want to be around me? Who cares, I am the person who shrugs at it, not feel hurt about it and turn into-- into this. So fuck of with your 'why can't you just be affectionate' bullshit, it's not that simple."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra let loose, and honestly it was oddly gratifying to hear.  Not because he wanted Tamyra to suffer - yes, Emre loved people suffering with him; but this?  This was not one of those moments.  He actually wanted Tamyra to be happy.  He wanted Wren happy too.

So he smiled slowly, and then stretched out onto Tamyra's bed, making himself perfectly comfortable as he kept his gaze on her.  Her stormy glare, her cutting words, all of it.  "Flipping hell, you're so hot when you're angry.  More than usual, like."

Emre reached out to her, kissing his teeth.  "C'mon, luv.  Hold my hand, give it a good squeeze.  Just hold my hand, I swear I'll be good.  Haven't I been good to you so far?"  He scratched his head, curious that no whispering sabotaged his feelings or thoughts right now.

"I reckon a lot of things happened to get you this twisted up, dar - soz.  I mean bruv.  I'm sorry it hurts.  Honestly, I am, I'm being serious now.  It is frightening and, I mean, what.  All the couples who should be tremendous - where the fuck are they even.  Tomas and Libby?  Yaz and Peter - granted that was more my fault than Iyaz's.  Madi and...well that's a whole other story.  Bloody hell, even Nick and Mik aren't as perfect as I want them to be.  My parents..."  Emre's brow furrowed.  "Sometimes I wonder if they'd...if I'd grown up with them, what their marriage would look like now.  No one seems to work out, does it.  If anything's a joke, it's that innit.  Not you. All ends in pain and misery..."  Emre huffed, bitter agreement.

"Right.  At least it's out, yeah.  And if you ever want to chat about it more, you can chat with me.  I won't take sides, I promise.  If it's not worth the risk, then don't do anything.  Let Wren go and she'll fly away.  Suppose everyone does eventually innit."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra expected some kind of fight back. Or maybe she wanted one would be a better way of putting it. Arguing with Emre was safe, it was something she knew and welcomed instead of everything else. So when he just went and stretched out on her bed as if it was all over, complimenting her even, Tamyra stopped and just stared, shocked that and so confused about what Emre was even dong. She automatically gave him her hand, though if anyone was squeezing, it was him and not her, no.

"Wait, that's-- that's it?!" she sputtered, baffled and confused, reeling from the whiplash of these emotional rollercoasters. "I just yell at you all of that and you are just... suddenly alright with it all. You have been pushing me and pushing me on this and now it's just all agreements? Telling me to let Wren go and everything is solved? I can come back to you for more of all of this if I ever need-- what? What the hell, Emre?!"

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Emre batted his foot lightly against her ankle, as his smirk grew wider, more catlike.  He waggled her hand too, thumb brushing light circles over her beautiful dark-skinned knuckles.  Scars on those knuckles.  "What can I say?  I've renounced my fitnah.  I'm a lover not a fighter,"  Emre said, and then kissed his teeth again.

"Oh now come on.  What d'you want, a row?  I'm tired of arguing and resisting all this, everythng, all the time.  Aren't you?  Haven't we bloody been through enough, Tamz.  You live in hell, you've lived through hell. One bloody misery after another.  You likely got whispers in the back of your head, telling you that you're a dickhead and fuck everyone else.  You really want to be yelled at again? By me?"  Emre snorted. "The fuck do I got any right to yell at you."

Emre shrugged, and leaned to the side, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his backpack.  "Yell at me all you want, if you want.  I'm tapped out, bruv.  I think you're wonderful, and I adore Wren.  I don't want to see either of you unhappy.  If you're so positive you can't be happy together, what'm I supposed to do about it."  Emre shook the pack, a cigarette popping out of the top.  He offered Tamrya to take it.  "We got enough bollocks making us miserable innit."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra just stared at Emre - when did he become like this? What has happened to have him react like this? What the hell was she supposed to do with this now? Yes she wanted him to yell at her but no, she didn't want him to yell at her either, but she felt like she made a fool of herself already, she couldn't just say all of that and make it worse. So instead - still kind of huffing and puffing but her body slowly letting go of the tension already - she uncurled herself and drank what was in the bottle she was clutching to and then laid down onto the bed, sprawled out.

She took a cigarette and just kept staring at the ceiling as they smoked in silence for a bit. All of it, everything they've been yelling and then not yelling at each other was boiling inside of her, and she needed to figure out what didn't sit with her well from all of it.

It wasn't so hard in the end, though, even if for Tamyra it was actually really hard and complicated - or maybe just scary more than anything, really. "I don't want to just-- let it all go," she said quietly in between two smokes. "I don't want to just not talk to her anymore or see her hang out with that stupid, boring bitch, Beatriz," the woman wasn't stupid or boring or a bitch, Tamyra spoke to her exactly once, but that didn't really matter, she just saw Wren choosing her over even just simply hanging out with Tamyra and that bothered her so stupidly much, it was ridiculous. "I wanna be the one that's there, whatever that means. I don't just-- I don't just wanna leave it at this."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra finally relaxed (kind of) and gave in, and after Emre lit her cigarette for her, he stretched his arm out under her like a makeshift pillow, as he lay back too.  The two of them, just staring up at the rafters of her well-made home.  Except - "You should hire someone to clean on the regular for you.  Not me, so don't even try.  Some shy mouse with no purpose would likely jump at a chance to clean innit.  Daily sweeps for insects and that, straighten up your plates and clothes, that sort of thing."

Emre snorted at the mention of Beatriz, such terrible castigation of the poor girl.  "You still afraid of people knowing?  That you like girls and that.  I'm still afraid, if I'm honest.  But I've been...experimenting innit.  Seeing if people will mock me or accuse me of hating gays and that.  So far it hasn't been..."  Emre frowned, and took another drag of his smoke.  "No one cares, is what.  Sometimes I think I could scream 'I've sucked cock' from the mountain top and all people here would reply is: so what, so have we."

Emre stubbed his cigarette out, then shifted to turn and look at Tamyra.  Nuzzle against her face.  "All I'm saying is maybe you've got to really figure yourself out first, before you can figure out what you want with Wren.  Seems you've both hurt each other innit.  Refusing to think about it will only make it worse."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"Hey now," Tamyra exclaimed. "Are you trying to tell me that my place is messy and dirty? Because I will kick you out, hmm?" She was mostly joking, though  -and really, the idea wasn't the worst. If she could find somebody to do the cleaning for her, it would make things so much easier. It would have to be somebody whom she could trust in, which she could look into. Hold some trials or something.

Tamyra gave a small, tentative nod. "It's getting better, I think, but yeah, it's scary to just-- to do those first steps, you know? When you tell somebody. But yeah, I noticed that most people are generally good about this like-- it's strange, how different of a world I came from and what this world here is, in regards to sexuality." She paused for a bit and then added, "I slept with Lina."

Emre was probably right, she needed to figure herself out before she could do anything else, before she'd talk to Wren and figure things out with her too, but she's been trying to sort this out for two years and it didn't feel like it would be two more days and then it would he done, and if she waited-- Wren would just move on and that would be that. And that thought, as it struck him, actually had her worried it would be irreversible, if she took as long as she needed to figure herself out. But instead of voicing that, she asked, "Have you figured yourself out? Before you went to Kaz?" There was not poking, no malice in her voice, she was just curious, wanted to see how Emre looked at all of it from his side.

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"Right- fine, I'll give it one clean-over, yeah?  As an apology for...everything else I've done to piss you off.  I know that list is long, innit,"  Emre teased Tamyra back. And really, Emre did like to clean, he couldn't help it.  Tidy meant approval.  From parents, then social workers, then sergeants, then bosses.  Make it clean, keep it clean.  Words to live by.  "But after my reset, you'll be on your own.  Find someone to keep to my standards."

First steps.  Him and Tam had spoken about this before, those first steps.  It seemed a really long time ago, as Emre thought about it.  "It's just...not as important as It was in my head, innit.  Half of who I was, was tied up in being a man.  Everything I thought being a man meant."  It was different for Tamyra though, Emre recalled.  "There's no scandal here, Tam.  No disgrace.  If anything, people would love you more.  They call celebrities 'iconic' now for doing brave gay things, these days.  I know you'd love to be iconic."

He chuckled, and reached for another of Tamyra's water bottles, drinking some and passing it to Tam.  "I fucked Lina too, she's always good for it.  How many womens' that for you now?  Bloody hell, girl, I've got to catch up innit."

A pause, then another drink.  "Erm... it was more cut-and-dry for me, I reckon. I was the one who fucked up.  He done nothing wrong.  I realized how much I missed him.  He cut me out of his life.  You remember how pissed he was in the jungle, luv?  That was all on me, not you.  And I hated myself, knowing I'd driven him to that point.   He was only ever patient and...and kind to me, and I treated him so badly just because I couldn't figure myself out."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her. "Heey, if you want to clean my entire place top to bottom, go right ahead, I'm not going to stop you. And if you ever feel like you need to make sure it all lives up to your standards, you can always just drop by and clean a bit, I'm not going to get offended by it, either." Based on this conversation alone, she wouldn't have been surprised if he suddenly showed up one day out of the blue.

Emre didn't tie his sexuality to his manhood anymore, which was good, but that didn't really related to her in any way and she was about to open her mouth and say just that and then Emre added things more to her own situation and she let out a sigh as she sunk into the bed more. "First of all, I am already very much iconic, thank you very much. It's me we're talking about after all. And seconds-- I know there isn't any scandal. The people here-- most of them are good. Even the idiots somehow. And it's not like you're the only one I've told, I've told others and nobody reacted badly or anything. But still, when I think about telling somebody new, it just-- even with that knowledge, it's terrifying. And I gotta work through that I know, but it doesn't make it any easier." She tilted her head. "Have you told others? Aside from me and Kaz, does anyone else know?"

Wasn't even surprising that he fucked Lina too, Lina was like the two of them, eager to fall into some mindless fun. "It's been four now, so really, get on it, bruv, I'm leaving you behind," she teased as she took another swing of her smoke, tapping oh his tigh playfully. "Honestly? I get why you hit on every girl you meet, they're great fun."

It was much cut and dry with Kaz, Emre said, and Tamyra agreed except the reason for that was partly because she didn't even know what Wren was so mad about. "I mean, after that he was pissed at me too, but-- yeah, whatever you said to him to push you away, it worked. But at least you know. You know what you did, while me-- I think Wren expected me to remember or something, or at least ask, but when she just dismissed me, I was so shocked and hurt, I just snapped back and then walked away. And then she went back to that Beatriz because apparently she is nice enough to hang out with..." she grumbled. "Seriously, she's not even that pretty and probably has rocks for brains, but whatever I guess..."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"Maybe I will...but don't get used to it.  I just...sometimes I just need something to do."  Fill up the spaces of time that he'd used to spend with Iyaz.  Not even really doing anything just...hanging out in Iyaz's presence.  Soaking his little brother in: alive, safe, well, funny, cute.  Emre looked at Tamyra.  "Iyaz left me, you know that he left through the Heart Tree?  Before the fakes showed up, he...he's convinced his fiancé is alive so he went to look for Peter and he disappeared in the Heart Tree, I think.  He's gone and it's just.  It's hard without him.  I know he's still alive, but...I miss him.  Living without him, it always changes me."

It was the first time Emre fully articulated that, and why with Tamyra - well why not.  She used to complain about people just telling her things, whether she wanted to hear it or not.  At least this didn't require her comfort.

"You're not yet an, erm, gay icon though,"  Emre pointed out lightly.  "Got to hit all them iconic points innit."  But Emre nodded.  "It's terrifying, yeah.  Erm...I'm not...I'm not sure.   It's more like people are just okay if I am."  Madi kind of knew.  It felt sometimes like Tomas kind of knew.  Wren kind of knew, and even Nick kind of knew.  He cuddled more against Tamyra.  "Still figuring that part out innit."

He smiled, at Tamyra's rightful boastfulness.  "No other bloke's got much appeal to me, if I'm honest,"  Emre said, perhaps one of the most innocent things he'd said in a long time.  Emre didn't notice though.  "Nesh is alright but he's too much like Yaz. Plus I shagged his sister back in London."

Tamyra detailed the latest misunderstanding between her and Wren.  "You reckon it's worth it to ask her what she wanted you to remember?  Or to tell her that you miss her?"

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra gave a small nod. "I heard, yeah. Kaz told me when it came up, but I just recently found out." She liked Iyaz, he was cool and a good doctor, but it's been a while since she talked to him or went to see him for anything, so it wasn't really a surprise that she didn't realize what was happening until Kaz told her.

"You know, when you showed up with him by your side, I was really jealous. You had your family, your person right there with you. What could possibly be better? And now I think-- as good as it can be, it can flip right on its head and hurt just as bad." She paused for a second, watched his face. "I am sorry you lost him like this, that really sucks. But when he comes back," when and not if, Tamyra paid very close attention not to be an asshole in this moment, "you'll be here, waiting for him."

Not a gay icon yet. Never something she thought she'd want, but it actually didn't sound that bad. She could be okay with that. "People are just okay if you are? What do you mean by that?" They both agreed on one thing, though, they were both trying to figure it all out. Sometimes together, sometimes apart, but it was something similar they were both going through and that gave Tamyra some comfort.

"Do you think it means something? Like, we are not the same kind of bis since I am more into women and you are mostly just focused on one guy?" she couldn't help but ask. Were there different categories on this? Or was it just simply how their tastes differed? She did let out a small scoff, though, "of course you slept with Nesh's sister. Any chance you slept with a woman named Nakeisha? Would have been around my age, but I am sure the age difference wouldn't have been a problem for you."

She didn't say much at Emre's last question, thought about the last time Wren and her talked over and over again. Just how much she missed Wren. What would happen if she didn't ask, if she just left the woman and all of this alone. But even just the thought of it left this strange, unknown, hollow feeling inside of her chest that she didn't like.

"You know, I-- I've been feeling for a while like maybe I'd want more than just this. Just mindless fucks. But it never felt like it could ever really happen. Or I never did anything that could allow it. And I am not sure if this is that with Wren or not, but even if we are just going to be friends and nothing ever happens between us again, I don't want to not have her in my life at all. So yeah, I think I need to talk to her."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Kaz had told Tamyra. The surge of emotion Emre felt could've been anger or surprised relief, so Emre just listened.  These mini-eulogies people gave about Iyaz, Emre sopped up like dry bread to water.  "You just said it yourself, darling,"  Emre spoke softly.  "Love is a risk of having your heart shattered.  Yaz broke my heart so many times, but that don't matter, does it.  He can break it a million times more and I'd never stop loving him. He's...everything."

It took Iyaz leaving, for Emre to realize there were no reservations to love.  He wasn't sure where to go next, but without Iyaz to protect, the sense of instability was...exciting for Emre. "It's like...no one will think I'm weak for it.  Right - it's called male ego, sweetheart.  You got a different sort of ego," he teased.  But he hadn't considered different types of bisexuality.

"Dunno...some straight people is sluts and others is just okay with one person innit.  But I love women, all sorts.  Anyone who's interested, I'm there.  Shagged a granny one innit.  Bloody hell the things her mouth could do...and when she took out her dentures....!"  He husked a laugh at himself.  "Her name weren't Nakeisha, no.  Your timeline is safe from me, darling." Tam did have a point, though.  An embarrassing one, if Emre thought about it too deeply. Annoying.

"Kaz innt special or nothing, right," he tried to say, and it sounded thin.

Better to distract himself by Tamyra's revelations.  She wanted more than mindless fucks.  He rolled to face Tam, and kiss her like he was congratulating her.  His hand skated along Tam's body, teasing her breasts, trailing down her stomach. "Be the kind Tamyra, I know she's there. I've had the privilege to see her.  Wren deserves kindness, innit.  She's confused.  You're a brilliant shining icon."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

No reservations on love. No matter what, Emre would still love Iyaz. Tamyra felt like she understood that, just with her parents. No matter what shit she'd find out about them, it would hurt like hell, but she'd get through it. "Iyaz is lucky to have you," she said, and then after a few moments, a bit of shift in the topic,

"Did I ever tell you that I have a sister here too? On the island? Jupiter, if you know her. Our dad is the same and we've been getting to know each other since she got out of the tunnels." She had a soft smile on her face as she talked about Jupiter. Her sister! That last interactions of theirs didn't go as well as Tamyra would have wished it, but she could fix it, hopefully and they it would be back to smooth sailing.

He wouldn't be considered weak if people knew he liked guys. Yeah, their brains really did work completely differently sometimes, even in such similar situations like this one. But really, even with different viewpoints, these chats have helped Tamyra immensely and she was grateful for them, even if she wasn't willing to say it out loud and add yet another layer of vulnerability to the table. She spilled her guts enough for today as it is. So instead she just teased, "some call it ego, I call it confidence that is actually backed up," and gave a wink.

Tamyra couldn't help it, the laugh bubbled out of her hard. "Of course you'd have a story like that, I am not even surprised. Kind of glad it wasn't Nakeisha, though, I'd have to kick your ass or something if it was. Then again, you are a good lay so it would have been good for her too, I am sure."

She tilted her head, raised her eyebrows at him and just gave him a look that said she wasn't buying what he was trying to sell her about Kaz. "How much of that do you actually believe and how much of it is just trying to convince me so I'd drop the topic?"

Emre kissed her then and it wasn't the kind of kiss the two of them usually shared - it was usually nothing more than a lead up to everything else, fast and hard and demanding, while this was casual, more like friends giving each other a hug or something, which was strange for a number of reasons Tamyra didn't even want to get into, but most of all, as nice as the kiss was, Tamyra had absolutely no desire for it to go any farther than that. "You know, sometimes you really do have the ability to find the absolute right words and being right - I am a shining icon." It was a light joke and the truth all at once. "But thanks," she said as she did untangle herself a bit from him and sat up, reached for that bottle of half drank water on the bed and took a couple of sips from it. "For talking through this with me, I really appreciate it."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Is he really so lucky,the whisper in Emre's head flared up in sarcasm, so strong that Emre almost drawled it aloud. But he bit his tongue hard instead, refusing to ruin the moment Tamyra tentatively offered, about Iyaz. Fortunately Tamyra's continuation took Emre by surprise and he propped up to look at her.  "Are you joking?  A sister - like a long-lost sister?  Bloody hell, this bloody island..."  Emre marveled at the wild magic, then cheekily asked,  "Do you like her?"

Emre snorted, reveling in Tamyra's shameless bragging as he flicked his fingers in the air, making snaps.  "Brap!  Girl's got receipts of greatness."

But then Tamyra was giving him a hard look, and Emre looked back at her, all indignant frowning.  "Oh shut it.  I don't got a clue what you're on about.  Just allow it, alright? Today we're giving you the third degree.  You can grill me in a few weeks time."

Emre had gotten all turned on though, pleasing Tamyra, making her laugh, possibly helping Wren...and chatting about Kaz of course.  It all turned out well, but Tamyra shimmied away to innocently drink her water, and Emre lay back and groaned in frustration.  "You sure you don't want me to keep massaging you?  Happy ending and that, remember?" Emre wiggled his fingers.  "You can close your eyes, I can shut the fuck up, and you can pretend I'm Wren doing you in, yeah?  I don't mind a little roleplay."  Smirking, he rubbed his face.  "Hands-only, reckon Wren can't grow a beard."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Tamyra's smile just grew wider. "Yeah, I really do like her. She is nothing like me and I am not sure if just based on personality, anyone would assume we are sisters, but I really like that. She is full of positivity, always has a kind word to everyone and just so open. She can also see ghosts - like, actual ghosts. We encountered one we both knew out in the world once, it was-- it's no joke or anything."

Tamyra just rolled her eyes. "Come on now, I wasn't asking for you to write poetry and spill all your heart, a simple confirmation could have been good. But sure, keep it to yourself, I think I know what the answer would have been anyway."

Emre asked if she was sure she was done, and Tamyra let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I'm sure, sorry. As tempting as your fingers sound, they don't come any close to what hers feel and I am into roleplaying, but pretending you are somebody else-- not up to that today." She gently nudged him. "But hey, I am sure a bunch of other people would jump on the opportunity, it won't be too hard to find somebody else."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

Competition, The whispering was gleeful, spiteful.  Tamyra can't be the best if she's got competition.   Of course this 'sister' is nothing like her.  Kind? Positive?  Don't sound like our Tamzy at all.  Usually Emre could tolerate the waswasah; he'd been hearing it in his head, castigating him and others, for years now.  But this time, it irritated him.  He wanted to be happy for Tam, finding family when she'd lost so much  "We can all supposedly see ghosts on Meridium.  I still think they're jinn.  And if you want to get on Wren's good side, you should agree is jinn too."

Emre only stayed grouchy for a moment, giving into whinging as Tamyra denied him the pleasure of her pleasure.  "Other people is too much trouble, and you're right here.  But whatevs, I'm not bothered."  He was horny-frustrated , but Tamyra's nudge made him relinquish a small smile.  "Just pull myself off in the ocean then, I suppose.  Sad, Tamzy,"  Emre said, slowly standing up and shouldering his backpack.  "You've left me a sad man, I hope you can live with yourself."

He reattached the shell bracelet on his wrist, letting Tamyra get a good look at it.  "Can't wait to see you dripping in Wren-bling one day, my luv."

— ⋆ ✯ ⋆ —

"Jinn, alright, I'll keep them in mind for the next time Wren and I are talking about stuff like that." Because there would be a time for it. She couldn't go into a conversation she was planning to have with Wren tihnking Wren would just turn her away anyway because then she wouldn't even get started and that was not an option.

She gave Emre a soft, but amused smile. "I will take that as nothing more than a compliment. But think about it this way - your talk with me worked so good, I am now focused on the success of the next step." A laugh. "Or yeah, get yourself off in the ocean, that is also an option, go wild - with that, I can live with."

That damn bracelet still stung, not to mention Emre's brag, but Emre turned it into something more hopefully. "You better be right." She reached for a full bottle of water and handed it over to Emre. "Here, take this as a thank you or something, you can never have enough water, hmm? And really, thank you for all of it."

FINISHED.

#emre #emre 024 #interlude 11 #thank you so so so much for this gigi #this was so much fuuuuunnnnn #<3

[valgasnewsthings]

Morning time gives a ability for goals reach.

 A theme for rising level private energy, health, and young i m interesting long time, thus am not leaving a theory about a need to wake up early, and with a sunrise. And you can hear this, but if you  are not happy larks, thus you are found reasons or brushed off  ,that is not matches for you. And why and who need to wake up early? Am I brushing off, am searched to work long time with a  shifting graphic, and just to wake up late, thus on a morning my organism not worked good, head is not though, and to the evening activity raised  and on a night best worked. But a leech for  doubt  gnawed, maybe am something loosing, thus am used an opinion for competent peoples and am received following variants:

1. All Vedic lectures, as they are share, that wake up need a very early, and shared are lots of bonuses.

2.My grandma with grandfather are woke up on 4-5.00 am and lived a long, healthy life till 45 y.old. 

3. And friends put on the way for health life mode   , learned for woke up on 5.00,and shared, a how much this give for them.

4. But between these opinions a voice by trainer a yoga shared, where am used, that listen on an own organism, and to do a how comfortably for him, and if you want to wake up later, thus do it, but she woke up earlier, and evening trains are hard for her given. Am not energetic, and activity in my life, sometimes apathy, depression attacked me, and am constant searching, that helping me a rising common productivity, improve a common condition and mood. And lots of interesting am opened , and energetic practise, but theme for early wake up  haunted me. And am practised for this early waking up, am learned, using morning clocks for my health, and doing complex yoga and something still, staying energy, and active, but this is enough just for week.   And one sensation covered me,that am learned gone in bed on 22-23 pm. Dubious  joy, and considering ,that on the morning sleep  not affected, am feeling a longer sleeping, and in a few weeks, that forces attached me , and am done a few things, which before am never done. Long time ago am visited sport club, regularity, am tired, and stayed on work longer, listen own organism,  which a most often added ideas, why is he doing not want training, and in result  no avail. Am true angry for my laziness as scolded itself for poor forces too. And when am gone to sleep very early as this is importance element on early wake up,thus am not trained not of laziness, but not of willpower, but of energy flaw. And now organism self ask for load , month for month I trained for 4 times/week and never stopped.

Am learned woke up earlier on 5.00 am, and for me are a few principles helped.

1. And for early wake up, go in bed for early too, am used 22-23.00 pm, and in such regime you are good  sleeping, as 6-7 hours for sleep is enough.

2. And when you clock alarm rings, am begun woke up till a ring, is not needing in head voice listening,which saying,what you must to do.  All needing happening as on autopilot , you are realizing routine goals, before in mind waking up. In thinking, why you need to wake up, brain will say ,that today is not need. Thus on a first wake up, wash, step, after think.

3. A search matching place for wake up, in theory,that a human sleeps with 1.5 hour cycles and importance wake up on outcome these 1.5 hours/thus sleep for 6 hours are better,than a 7/.On an autumn, winter is hard learning this, as on an early wake-up is cold and dark, summer, spring are better early wake up.

4. And better on the morning planning something good, what is motivating you for early waking up. And better in big goal, and you are needing to realize her.  On a morning time dedicate to this goal, and this is any as language learn, book read, type posts, beauty time for spa, massage, make up, meditations, yoga, are new knowledges, project , home cleaning.And for me a goal as a work on the website. And by these hard rhythms times and work  not allowed realized this goal. As mails typing, creating websites, but thanks for early wakes up on a website as displayed I want on tomorrow! with labels or tags, new design, systems for countdown in marathons etc.

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[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

[shreddedparchment]

A Wife for Thor Pt.23

A Royal Invitation

05/02/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,960

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, language

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this one. It took me forever to get out after several life events that just couldn’t be ignored or put on the back burner. I had a lot of fun in the second half of this chapter and I hope y’all find it as entertaining as I did. Let me know what your favorite parts are! I’d love to know. As always, thanks for reblogging if you happen to do so. xoxo

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The city is in celebration for three nights after you come home.

They’re not necessarily celebrating your return although that is part of why they’re happy, but the baby. The baby is already so loved. The baby is the city’s hope and future.

You can feel their exuberance when you and Thor take a walk through the city, flanked by Valkyrie with Loki on your left walking just slightly behind you.

He’s busy but smug and keeps his fingers moving swiftly across the screen of a tablet provided by Tony Stark who’d left the city taking Bruce with him back to the United States on Avengers business.

What Loki is doing, what's got him so glued to his tablet, you don’t find out until the evening of the first day of celebrations.

As your people’s cheers, laughter, and music filter in through the long wall of windows that Thor’s had thrown open to let the joviality in, Loki crosses to the long couch across from the one where you sit with Thor.

Legs thrown across his lap, Thor’s hands gently massaging your calves and feet, you lean back against the cushions that Thor set up against the arm for you.

The sitting room is long, rectangular and faces the East side of the palace. You can’t see the entire city and have more of a mountain view than on the West side where your rooms are and you can see the expanse of the ocean.

Like the rest of the palace, it’s decorated in a mixture of wood and silver steel. The chandeliers above are carefully carved and wired, the lighting kept dim. The seats are also wood but covered with soft cushions for lounging and restful naps.

There’s a slightly simpler look to this sitting room. Relaxed.

Before you’d taken your break from being Queen, you hadn’t spent much time in this part of the palace. Nothing had called to you. The garden had been the only spot you’d sought out but this sitting room is quickly becoming your favorite.

“I like it in here,” you confess, smiling at Thor who’s still squeezing your foot gently.

He smiles and meets your gaze, “Why’s that?”

“Because Jane was never in here,” Loki supplies, swiping left on his tablet then turns it to face both of you. “We’ve got more energy signatures. New ones.”

You and Thor sit up a little straighter.

“What quadrant?”

Loki purses his lips and then turns the tablet back towards himself cutting off your look at a map of the night sky.

“All of them. Whatever it is, it’s jumping around. I think perhaps they know we’re watching.”

Swallowing hard, you scoot closer to Thor, pulling one of your legs down as you twist to face Loki a little better. Thor takes hold of your thigh instead as it rests over his and wraps his other arm around your waist, eager to have you close.

Both of you haven’t stopped touching each other since your return last night.

“What does that mean? If they’re trying to confuse us, then they’re headed for us, right?”

“I won’t let anything happen to you or our little one, cherub,” Thor’s reassurance comes softly, his smile confident but soft. “Whatever this is, we’ll be ready for it. Have you sent the data to the others?”

“Sif is coming in for a debrief and we’ll send her to relay the specifics in person. It will need some explanation and Fandral will probably only skim the information if we send it to him via email.”

“We must have all of our troops trained for whatever attack is to come. I’m not going to let someone jeopardize our place here on Earth. We will protect our people but we will show the humans that we will defend them too from any threats to come,” Thor declares, his voice deep and determined, even angry.

He doesn’t like someone threatening his new home. Not after what happened to Asgard. The stress is in his eyes and you lean against him which you’re glad does what you want.

It distracts him.

“I had Stark build you a safe room. He called it a panic room, I think? So, should something happen, you’re to go in there and lock yourself in while we deal with any threat.”

You nod but push yourself back again to rest against the arm of the sofa while stretching out your legs again. It feels good and you sigh heavily as you rub your belly. Sitting scrunched up like that had been annoying.

“I have been training though. Even pregnant. At home, Loki would spar with me and help me with my technique. The short swords aren’t heavy anymore.”

Thor looks at his brother who sits smiling proudly at you before he notices the edge in Thor’s electric blue eye.

“It was all done safely. She and the baby were never in danger. I thought it was foolish to have her out there without her swords and the training to go along with them. Just because she left didn’t mean that she could slack off. Don’t give me that look. You know as well as I do that she needs to know. Even carrying your child, it’s important for her to know. One might even say especially because she's carrying the heir."

Loki’s voice grows steadily more subdued. Sad. Like a bad memory is playing itself over in his mind.

“I was too late, Loki,” Thor interjects, drawing your gaze to him too. He also looks sad. “And if you hadn’t been in that cell you’d have been long gone. Neither of us could have saved her. And you’re right. I know how important it is.”

Thor looks at you and takes your feet back in his hands, “I’m glad you trained. Once our child is born you’ll have to show me those skills of yours.”

Despite the playful nature of his taunt, you can see that he and Loki are both still in the depths of their grief. They must be thinking of their mother.

"So, these energy signatures, you still have no idea who could be causing them?"

The question is pointless. You know they don't know but it's something to say when all you can do is worry silently.

“I have theories,” Loki admits, exchanging a careful look with Thor. “But nothing concrete. Nothing that would put you at ease.”

“I don’t need to be put at ease, Loki. I need to know if there’s something to worry about. This doesn’t just affect our family but our people. If we need to warn them, we can’t be hesitant. Earth deserves a heads up, too.”

This is your job right? The voice of both your new Asgardian family and the people of Earth? This is why you were required to marry Thor.

Thor’s hand increases in strength around your foot as he tries to calm you.

“You’re right, cherub. Loki only means that there is no evidence to prove his theories so until we can find something to link these strange power surges to what he thinks it might be, then we should play this safe and hold off on raising any alarms. Isn’t that right, Loki?”

“Mm,” Loki agrees, nodding.

You frown, pulling your leg off of Thor’s lap to sit down properly and face both brothers. They sit up a little straighter in response to your own rigid back, your hands on your lap.

This isn’t right, whatever they might think.

“No,” you shake your head and watch as Loki puts his tablet down.

Thor scoots forward, reaching over to take your hand. You let him because he’s not trying to comfort you anymore. Instead, this reach is one of support and when you look at his singular eye, the patch on his empty socket gleaming softly in the dim light of the room, you can see he’s intent on listening and understanding.

If Jane has made any positive impact on you and Thor, it’s this. He’s really listening to you.

“Thor, you and the Asgardians are a unique people. You’ve all had it hard and I’m not trying to say that your struggles haven’t been difficult, but by nature, just by the very way that you all are made and born, you are stronger. It’s in your body’s makeup.

“For someone like me, if I were to jump from that open window, I would die. If you or any of the other Asgardians jumped from that window, you’d probably ache for a while, maybe a few would even get a few broken bones or cuts but they’d be superficial wounds.

“You know from experience how fragile humans are. Both of you,” the look you give Loki pulls his gaze down to his feet. “We’re unprepared for anything other than each other. We need more of a warning than you. We need time to prepare.”

It all falls into place in your head and with confidence you turn to look at Thor, turning your hand over to take his in your own hand.

With a quick squeeze, you scoot just a little closer to him, “Thor, I need to speak to the ambassadors. We need to schedule an official meeting to give them the rundown on what we’ve been doing here and what we’re keeping an eye on. Because, knowing Tony, I’m sure he hasn’t said anything to anyone outside of the compound?”

Loki sits back, crossing his legs as he shuts his tablet off, “No. Stark is as preoccupied about raising the alarm as we are. But now that you mention it, I suppose both we and he are not looking at this from a regular civilian of Earth’s point of view.”

“Y/N,” Thor calls your attention back to him, “This could backfire. We could be doing more harm than good by sharing with them the information we’ve gathered.”

You shake your head, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m jumping the gun here. The last thing I want to do is cause a panic. But I don't think that’ll happen. It’s not like we’re going to leak it onto the internet. We’re going to meet with the ambassadors and provide this information to world leaders so that they can prepare the way they see fit. Trust me, these prime ministers and presidents and kings aren’t going to just announce to their people that some alien threat is on the way. They don’t want to look out of control or unprepared.

“We need to give Earth’s humans a chance to defend themselves. Even if they end up needing our help, they deserve to know.”

Loki and Thor are silent for what feels to you like a long time. In reality, you know it must only be seconds. However, this is the first time you’ve pushed back with them. This is the first time you’re speaking on behalf of the human race.

It makes you nervous and anxious. Will they let you be Queen in this sense? Or is it all just show?

They look at each other, staring and communicating silently before Loki gets to his feet and turns his tablet back on.

“Well, if I’m to set up a meeting with the ambassadors, NATO, and the UN I should probably get started.”

Your heart explodes with pride. They’re letting you really rule! You’re making a difference. True change. Your excitement mingles with a sudden terror as you realize that your choices are going to affect what will be millions if not billions of people.

Luckily, Loki’s words also serve to distract you from your trepidation.

“Wait, Loki,” you hurry to your feet and scurry to his side before ripping the tablet from his hands and hiding it behind your back.

“Hey,” he protests, reaching around you to try and grab it.

You hurry back to Thor and instead of sitting beside him you plop yourself onto his lap and sit as close as you can to trap the tablet between your bodies.

You can hear Thor’s heart begin to pound. Aside from those kisses yesterday, this is the closest you’ve put yourself to him since you got back. He’d slept with you in your shared bedroom, but he’d laid facing you and you him, a good six inches between your bodies.

He wraps his arms around you, placing his hands along the swell of your tummy. You can almost feel him glowing with happiness.

“As eager as I am to give Earth a heads up, I also think you need a break. The energy isn’t going anywhere and the Warriors Three and Sif are on the watch. Please do me a big favor and just take a day or two? You’ve been at it like crazy since I left the palace and it would make me so happy if my baby’s Uncle Loki would take a breather. He’s gotta be strong and in tip-top shape if he’s going to keep up with his future nephew.”

“Or niece,” Thor interjects. “She’s right, Loki. Rest. We’ll get back on this in two days and you can set everything up then. The city is roaring with celebration. Go out and enjoy it. You always loved a good party.”

Loki glares at the pair of you, “Using the future prince or princess is blackmail. And if I’m out there, what will you two do?”

Thor smiles at him, reaching between your bodies to grab the tablet from where it’s hidden. He sets it aside and his other hand trails over your side before wrapping around your waist to cup your bump again.

“I’m sure my queen and I will find something to keep us occupied. Making up for lost time, perhaps?”

Your neck burns but you grin up at Loki who fixes you with a knowing smile, “Of course. How silly of me. Well, let me not keep you from reacquainting yourselves with each other. If you have need of me, I will be around. Just call.”

“Have fun, Loki,” you call after him.

As he shuts the door, Thor tilts your head to the side, pulling you back against his chest fully so that he can kiss you without prompting.

“Sleeping beside you once more was dreamlike, cherub,” Thor tells you, low and full of want.

“And what would make it more real for you?”

“Shall I show you?”

And he waits, like the jerk that he is. He literally just dangles the carrot in front of you. His hard body pressed against your back, the heat of his legs seeping through your clothes to your skin.

His hands trace tantalizing circles around your stomach but make the slightest tickles to the fold of your pelvis. You hate him!

“Oh my god, hurry up, dummy.”

That’s all the invitation he needs. In an instant you’re in his arms as he settles you on the sofa, his hands already yanking and pulling at your clothes but when your tummy is exposed, he drops to his knees and worships your pregnant body with gentility and softness.

At least until you growl and yank him up to finish what he’s started.

~~~~~~~~~~

The sheets against your skin feel soft as silk. They’re slightly sticky but that’s more to do with your own body’s sweat.

“Why are you up?” Thor’s voice is heavy with sleep.

It’s thick and rough. It makes you smile and your ears burn because he sounds delicious and you missed mornings like this.

“I’m hungry,” you admit.

Thor tumbles from the bed, dragging with him the heavier faux fur blanket that sits at the foot of your bed for decoration usually. He wraps it around his waist and pulls the cord by the door.

“I already called them, puppy,” you assure him, and he smiles sleepily at you before moving towards you.

“I missed my term of endearment. Why a dog?”

As he reaches you, you open your sheet and his eyes roam the length of your naked body before he gets all handsy and dives into the sheet with you, eventually settling his hands on your bum. No groping, just resting. Then slowly he trails his fingers up along the sides of your back up to your shoulders and back down.

It leaves your skin full of goosebumps and you shiver. He misinterprets it and instead of stopping his stroking, he uses his flat hand to create friction instead.

“It’s not a dog, it’s a puppy. They’re cute and they’re kinda, I don’t know, like...clueless?” You laugh because that’s not the word you were looking for but it’s what comes out.

“Uh, excuse me, I have plenty of clues,” Thor argues, but he doesn’t seem offended.

“That’s not the right word,” you laugh again. “I don’t know how to describe it. I just want to squeeze you and cuddle you because you’re like this big blonde golden retriever only sexier.”

Thor makes his thinking face as he tries to pull up the picture of the dog breed you just compared him to, and he nods slowly.

“I think I can live with that,” Thor smiles down at you then leans to meet your lips.

You kiss him eagerly, your bodies both humming with anticipation even though you spent the last two days--practically--in bed.

Both of you know that there’s a time when this lust might not necessarily fade but dull a bit? Then again, it is Thor and he’s ravenous for you almost all the time.

You chuckle against his lips and he pulls back to look at you.

“What has you laughing so adorably?”

You let go of the sheet and before it can fall, Thor replaces your hands with his own to hold it up around you both. With free hands you’re able to trace the length of his arms, tracing the large curves. His skin is so damn soft.

You’re still not sure if that’s a Thor thing or an Asgardian God thing? What you know is that you love it and your fingers eat it up every time you touch him.

Whatever laugh or trace of humor you had falls away as you start to really look within yourself and examine why you’re so happy.

You shove your arms underneath his and wrap your arms around him, small whisper slaps of his skin as your hands are splayed out along his wide back. You press your ear against his chest. The thud of his heart is strong and slightly speedy, probably in response to your sudden shift in mood.

The swell between both of you, the little life kicking in response to your mood pulls both your attention for a few seconds before you find your voice.

“I missed you, Thor. More than I thought I would. Way more than I ever knew I could.”

The somber tone of your voice has him giving you a nice gentle squeeze. He likes having you right there right up against him just as much as you like being there.

“Well, you were very angry with me,” Thor reminds you. “I didn’t know your face could make those expressions. That day at your home?”

You hug him tighter, staring out at the small bloom of sunrise in the distance. It’s very slightly starting to glisten on the still ocean line.

“I was angry. But it was more than that.”

“I know,” Thor kisses the top of your head. “I hurt you. What I said, I-I didn’t mean it, cherub. I promise you. It was a temporary insanity. The moment you came into that room after I said what I did, I knew that I could never go through with it. And if you’d told me that we were expecting a child-”

“I couldn’t,” you sigh, leaning back to look up at him. “In my head, if I told you then after what you'd said that I was pregnant and you chose to stay with me, I would live the rest of my life wondering whether you chose me because you really loved me or because I was finally going to give New Asgard their heir.”

Thor’s face crumbles a little, brow scrunched, mouth pulled down at the corners as he shakes his head.

“I will always choose you. Not because you are the mother of my children, but because you are the love of my life. The one I did not expect. The one that I can never chance to lose again. I’m sorry that I ever made you doubt me.”

Staring into his eye, the intensity of his gaze, you know that he means what he says. He loves you.

Even though you can’t admit it to him because your reconciliation needs all of the positivity that you can both muster, in your heart, you can’t help but wonder if you can truly trust him.

~~~~~~~~~~

The days go by like routine after the Asgardians find that they have to go back to their jobs and lives.

As much as they all love a good party, Thor and Loki included if the last two days are any indication, they know they can't keep going and must get back to life as usual.

Thor at first makes an attempt to stay with you. The last few months of being without each other makes it difficult to be apart and for Thor especially, with the baby.

He hates leaving you. He wants to be there for every kick and every shift.

His largest grievance is that he can't listen to your laugh when the baby kicks and it feels weird. This you only find out because Loki, in his annoyance with the constant trips Thor makes him do to check on you when he's in his meetings.

Although you believe Loki, you take all of these little indicators of Thor’s love with ease but with the knowledge that it might very well be fleeting.

You try not to think about it and instead just allow yourself to enjoy the fact that Thor does indeed love you and you love him too. Even if it may not be forever. Even if it can change. Even if the future is now a little less certain.

Your meeting with the ambassadors approaches quickly. It takes a month to set it up. Longer than you'd thought and it doesn't take long to understand why.

"This is the third time they've pushed the meeting back," you gripe, moving over to Loki’s computer to look over his shoulder at the surprisingly very short email.

Please inform Her Majesty, the Queen of Asgard, that we are unable to meet with her as previously scheduled this week and will be in contact as to the next available day.

Should any true trouble arise, please tell Thor that we are more than happy to meet with him.

Sincerely,

Earth AMB Mark Coates

You're seething. You've never been this angry. Never this absolutely heated. Not even with Thor and what happened with Jane can compare to the absolute rage flowing through your veins.

"They don't seem to take you seriously," Loki realizes. "Because you're a woman?"

"Partially, probably," you growl as you move back around his desk to sit in the padded armchair by the window where you'd been watching Thor visit with the Valkyrie.

He's not there anymore though and you can see Hilde and her girls relaxing a little. Adjusting their armor, laughing, sitting and talking. Now that their inspection is over they can breathe.

Why they get so nervous you don't understand. Thor’s such a fanboy. He gushes about them constantly.

"What other reason might there be?" Loki asks, rising and moving around his desk to lean against it casually, hands shoved into the inky black pockets of his slacks.

His jade vest is unbuttoned and the sleeves of his dark gray button-up folded up to his elbow.

Summer is almost here and it's getting hotter.

You don't answer right away. Hands slowly stroking your belly, trying to calm down for the baby's sake. Feeling that upset can't be good for him.

You take a long deep inhale and with a heavy sigh release the stress.

"My Queen?" Loki urges, and you smile.

Realizing he's calling you by your title to reaffirm your place among them to make you feel better, you turn your smile on him.

"You've always been my biggest supporter. You and David," your smile falters. "I miss him."

"Is he still in Baghdad?"

"Yeah. He’s in deep so, no contact. I hope he's okay."

"You know, you do have a part time Avenger as a husband and the best magician for a brother-in-law. One word and we'd be happy to assist with your lawyer's extraction."

"Which is why I don't ask. If he needs help, David will let us know. He has his panic button."

The gift had been given to you by Tony who had made it for you to press when you and Thor had been estranged. An easy way to call for Thor if something should happen.

Your brother-in-law nods.

"I suppose it would be a little like nepotism. Fine. What should I do about the misogynistic email?" Loki wonders.

"He's not exactly a misogynist. Not completely anyway. The ambassador blowing me off has more to do with me specifically than it does with me being a woman."

This seems to set Loki off more than if the ambassador was doing this because you're a woman.

"What right does he have to snub the Queen of Asgard? Doesn't he know what that might do to relations between Earth and our people?"

You shake your head, smiling because his anger makes you feel better.

"No, he doesn't. Because to the world my marriage to Thor is show. It's a necessary political move. They don't care whether Thor and I love each other and Jane and Thor’s relationship was so publicized that it’s hard for them to accept that Thor might actually love me.

"Thor went to extreme lengths to protect Jane in the past. Public displays of affection like that aren't forgotten easily.

"To the ambassadors and probably most of the world, offending me doesn't mean an offense against Thor. To them, I'm a queen in name only. No real power here."

Loki huffs through his nose, standing straight with his hands at his waist before he turns to walk back behind his desk.

He stops for a moment, thinking hard you guess, then whips around and stomps towards you before shoving his finger towards the windows.

"I know it has been a while for me, but I can very easily open another tear in space over New York. Or wherever you need me to. I might need a bit of time to locate the power and forces to do it but I will show the people.of Earth what happens when they underestimate the love of the Asgardian people for their queen."

Leaning back in your chair, you keep your arms around your bump as you watch Loki make his threat.

"That's a bit much for a dude who just thinks that my political marriage is just that, isn't it?"

You keep your face clear of amusement, because it really is very sweet of him to be so upset for you. But you can't help the small smile that stretches your lips.

He deflates, moving to other armchair across from yours and sits but leans forward with his elbows on his knees.

"It's shameless disrespect, Y/N. We cannot let them get away with it. You are Asgardian now. A slight against you is a slight against this Kingdom."

"I know, Loki. But-"

Behind Loki his office door opens. It faintly creeks and through it pokes Thor’s searching gaze.

He looks confused as he scans the room until he spots the two of you and with a little skip in his step and a wide unfettered smile, he shuts the door and moves towards you.

"Hi," you smile at him widely in reaction to the loveable look on his face.

"Hello," Thor replies, his voice low and quiet as he leans down towards you.

"You finished early today," you observe, voice just as quiet.

"You know I hate being apart," Thor whispers and presses his lips to yours.

His kiss is so soft and slow.

He pulls away too quickly and as your heart stutters, you reach up to hook your hands into the sides of his chest plate and pull him back down for another kiss.

He'd worn his full uniform today for an early meeting and the inspection of the Valkyrie. He looks so good but with his hair growing in, now just past his shoulders.

He still has the two small braids you'd worked in on the left side of his head and he looks so good, you might jump him later. If you don't pass out for an afternoon nap.

He pulls away again, this time smiling brightly.

"Will I always get this welcome if I come home early? I might have to shorten my days."

You chuckle as he moves around you and stops by a side table where Loki keeps a few weapons on display on a stand. He starts to remove his harder pieces of armor and places them aside.

"What has you looking so stern, brother?" Thor asks, keeping his back to you both as he moves onto the leather pieces that keep his chain mail from shifting.

Loki sits back, sighing heavily as he considers how much to tell Thor.

"Something I should worry about? Come. Tell me and lessen your burden."

"He's upset for me. That's all."

You hear the clink of Thor's mail as it falls on the table then he's moving around your right to squat by your chair so that he's below your eye level.

"Upset for you? Why?" His look of concern is upsetting and pleasing at the same time.

You purse your lips and look at Loki.

"It might be easier if I showed you," he says then rises and moves to his desk to get his tablet.

Thor reaches out to place his hand on your belly and you place yours over his.

He smiles at you then leans down to kiss your tummy while you run your fingers through his hair and try to ignore the utterly breathtaking and heartaching butterflies that his sweet love on your baby gives you.

"I missed you," he whispers to you.

Again, your heart stutters. He’s so easy with his words. These declarations feel so good but that little voice in the back of your head also makes your heart ache.

You just smile at him. Unable to speak when you feel like you're glowing and grieving at the same time.

"Here," Loki holds out the tablet and Thor stands then takes it.

He moves to the loveseat across from your and Loki's armchairs and plops down before reading.

You watch him, admiring the out of armor look. His black leather pants are just as hugging as they always are. His top, a dark gray long sleeve made with breathable fabric leaves no room to wonder just how defined his muscles are.

He's Asgardian perfection.

He breathes in deeply then exhales loudly, a passing shadow of rage overcoming his Godly features before he tosses the tablet at Loki lightly who catches it easily.

Thor spreads his legs a little, tapping his heels as he throws his left arm along the back of the small sofa, his other hand resting on his thigh.

"Write the bastard and tell him I'm requesting the meeting then. Then my cherub and I will both be waiting to give him both the information he needs to warn Earth and a piece of my mind."

You look down at your feet, heart pounding and stomach tumbling with nerves.

You don't want to be the reason any rifts come between New Asgard and Earth. The whole purpose of the position you hold is to protect the citizens of this city.

"Thor," you warn, turning to meet his gaze only when you know you can handle it.

"He wants me to contact him, so I will. In fact, send a raven instead. Do the works. Scroll. Seal. And when they arrive, give them a royal welcome with trumpets and a guard."

"Thor…"

"They will not disrespect you and find warm welcomes in my home. You are my wife. My Queen! Even if all they assume is between us is political agreement, they should respect the title you hold. We may not be above them, but we do outrank them an they need to know that you are not to be messed with.

"The fact that I love you only makes my resolve stronger."

"Okay. I get it, puppy. And I'm grateful to both you and Loki for standing up for me. With your tempers, no one would believe you aren't blood related. Sheesh."

You gran hold of the arms of your chair and groan only a little as you push yourself up onto your feet.

"Oof," you reach back and place your hand on your waist.

Thor’s arm immediately extends out towards you. Beckoning you to his side.

It takes you a moment but you get your footing back and move for him. As soon as you're within reach his arm is around you, helping you sit down carefully.

He doesn't let you sit back all the way. He pushes you to your left so that you'll shift and sit angled while he sits up straighter and turns to face you.

With gentle but firm hands he starts to work out the kinks and knots in your back.

Unintentionally you moan with relief. Thor’s eyes are on Loki though.

"What was your idea?"

"I offered to open another tear in space above whatever city she deemed proper. With the allowance of time to find both the power to do so and the army to lead through it."

You can't see Thor expression but when he speaks, his disapproving sounds fake.

"I'm not sure even idly that threat is in good taste. But I understand the sentiment."

"Do you really want me to make all of that fuss to make the ambassador come and meet with you?"

"Yes. I think he needs to be humbled. He may be in a position of power and my Y/N may owe her marriage to their insistence and meddling, but she is Queen and they are speakers for Earth. They would not have jobs had we not come to live here. Their disrespect of our Queen is a slight on our people.

"The moment I took Y/N under my banner is the moment she became Asgardian from the tips of her cute toes to the top of her irresistible head. And with our child on the way, they should know better."

Loki gets to his feet and moves towards the door, "Very well. One royal invitation coming right up."

As he leaves, Thor’s focus is diverted completely to you.

"Does that feel good, love?"

You only moan in return.

Thor chuckles and keeps going for a few minutes longer before you push back towards him and he lets you rest your back against his chest.

You can't be scrunched forward too long before your stomach begins to feel squished.

You look straight up at his face and he smiles.

"Hi," you tell him.

"Hello."

You smile.

"Was the massage satisfactory?"

"Mmmm, it was great. Your hands are godly, puppy."

Thor chuckles at the pun but leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose.

"And you, my sweet cherub, are a Goddess. And I will make sure you are treated as such."

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NCT127 falling in love with a s/o with a time-consuming job like a lawyer or a doctor

NCT 127 with an s/o who has a time-consuming job

this is so cute, thanks for requesting! i made this in a format in the ways that the boys might show their care when you’re so busy with your job :) long as hell LOL enjoy!!

brief spoilers for shang-chi if you haven’t watched! i just watched it this week lol it was really good

→ TAEIL would direct conversations to a more neutral stance. it’s not that he wants to talk about himself, but sometimes if you don’t want to talk about your case or patients, he easily slips into conversation about theories or his favourite tv show or your rundown of what groceries to take for the next time you head to the supermarket. just really normal small things that take your mind off the stress, especially at night when you’re laying in bed and just before you’re drifting off to sleep, the two of you would engage in a topic that you both know fairly well about and then you’re usually the first to succumb to sleep. taeil purposely picks out topic he knows will excite you (and bc he knows you’re passionate about it, he reads up on it which allows a well-balanced convo). if you’re rambling on about a topic, then he’ll occasionally play the guitar while laying down, just simple melodies that bring a lot of peace to the room.

“wait- how d’you like this melody?” taeil softly says, changing it instantly when you commented on the previous, discordant one. your nod encourages him to carry on with the plucking of his fingers while you yourself continue with your rambles. “so i’m saying right, it seems totally unfair for him, and you’d think that, right? but all he ever does is whine and moan about his misfortunes, plus his character is so terribly written i kinda feel sorry for-“

the halted melody prompts a sharp turn of your turn to the guitar, which you almost collide with, “what?” taeil only shrugs. “nothin’. just like how passionate you get about the show, it’s cute.” your boyfriend smiles after, ignoring how his words affect you and how your cheeks heat up at it.

→ JOHNNY is one to take you out after your work. it’s not to a super intense, high-energy place like a club or anything, but small little dates that won’t take up much time. eating dinner at a restaurant, walk in the park, small cafe trip, strolling through supermarket to make fun of brand names. if you’re too tired that day, he always finds a way to make your time at home fun. from setting up a small karaoke session, to maybe making a pillow fort, to trying out new cuddling positions, he has everything on his mind. always showing you things to cheer you up if you happen, from memes to funny videos. is low-key down for you to review crime/doctor shows too, just to see how accurate they nail it. your time at home is consuming endless pieces of media until your tummies hurt or you’re sniffling at a movie together.

“hold on- lemme show you this video,” johnny’s hand is outstretched to you once he finds the video and your spoon full of food is left near your mouth. you proceed to watch the low quality video which your boyfriend claims to be the funniest video on earth.

W-HOR? WAH? the girl’s finger in the video traces over the word “who” as she struggles to pronounce it, with presumably her sister in the background prompting her. the repeated pronunciation of the word makes you snort, while the wheezing and the loud NO in the background causes you to fully erupt into laughter. johnny simply smiles at another successful attempt to make you smile.

→ YUTA always has a hand on you when you return home. he brings you into a hug, he guides you by your back, you have to eat with one hand bc he can’t keep his hand off of you. he hopes his little touches will ease your tiredness even by a bit and if you don’t want it, he’ll stop, but it’s yuta’s way of showing he cares without words. busy days with yuta usually involve just sitting in silence as you catch up on a show or a series, or even listening to a song in silence and enjoying each other’s company. he will talk if you want to, but if not that’s fine too, preferring more to stroke your hair in silence and think about how much he loves you. becomes very sappy when you’re in the quiet of your room and generally is very fond of the small pockets of time you get to spend before you two fall asleep. likes that you’re so resolute in your job but can be soft around him behind closed doors.

“you comfortable?” yuta calls out, barely above a whisper as he wraps an arm tighter around you. there’s comfortable ministrations that his does with his fingers, massaging the skin under your pajamas while you snuggle deeper into his chest. humming, you tighten your hold around his top.

“i am, yeah,” you can’t care much for the tv show on the screen now, with empty takeout boxes and tissues littering the coffee table. you feel the gentle kiss of yuta on your head before you’re drifting off to dreamland to a scratchy, 60s jazz song playing through the speakers.

→ TAEYONG would always welcome you back with a table set and food ready, always. he knows that food is the way to someone’s heart and you eating his food always makes him happy and offers to clean-up. lets you shower first if you come back together, puts you before himself very often that sometimes you have to tell him to tone it down because you don’t want him ending up more tired than he already is. following up on this, taeyong would show his love by cooking your lunches for you. when he has the time he makes the effort to put it in a nice bento or box for you to eat. he also does the general chores around the house (assuming the two of you live together) so the bed will be a little less messy when you come back, the floor’s cleaner, the countertops aren’t so cluttered with stuff. even if there’s nothing to clean up, he always these small little things before you come back, and even if you don’t notice it, he sees the way you’re able to navigate the space or when you’re more at ease and it makes him smile.

“do you want to shower first?” taeyong calls out softly, admiring the clean house he’s managed to do up before he went to meet you, “i’ll just hang around until you’re done.”

“you need to prioritise yourself too, yong,” you pout, rubbing a hand up and down his forehead as you toe off your shoes, “how ‘bout we shower together? you did clean the house up pretty nicely.” that earns a grin and a kiss from taeyong, who goes straight the prepare the bath. you chuckle, “he’s already forgotten what i’ve told him.”

→ DOYOUNG supports you silently and listens to your day when you return home and talk about your patient or a case you’re working on. he gives you his own input when he sees fit but other than that he wants you to explain the details. being a doctor and lawyer is crazy and hectic and just wants you to know that you’re appreciated in the workforce. the way he might show his love when caring for a busy s/o like you is when he brings you stuff that you might’ve forgotten like an umbrella or your lunch since you were rushing out of the house earlier. he doesn’t mind going the extra mile to you literally bc it’s a win-win! you get your food, he gets to see you, etc. if not he’ll send someone over to pass it to the receptionist, or he’ll make up for it by meeting you outside the office to apologise and then ask you what you wanna do so he can make it up to you.

“did you manage to get the bento i bought you?” doyoung asks worriedly through the phone, holding up a hand to the staff member who was beckoning him to his photoshoot. “you bought so much!” you exclaim, with a shoulder to your ear, phone perched in between, “thank you doyoung.”

“’m sorry i couldn’t come over to give you your lunch today, angel. i’ll see you after you’re done with work, okay?” you smile at that, shooting a quick reply before you delved into your food.

→ JAEHYUN would honestly serve you once you come back from a busy day tbh. where taeyong does the chores around the house, jaehyun helps by doing the chores on YOU and only you. giving you massages, bringing you dinner on a tray, other unsaid things… and maybe even carrying you from room to room lol he’s relentless and just goes you need to rest, lemme help. big gentleman even when you reject him, doing smaller things like constantly checking up on you, pulling the blanket higher onto your body, cuddling you closer to his body when it’s cold. on top of that jaehyun also one that would meet you at your workplace and take you out like johnny, but those dates are extremely chill. he lets you choose, and when you’re not sure, he takes you on a night picnic at the field or a rooftop, just dinner, but outside bc the view is really nice and he likes the way you look even after a long day of working.

“where should we park our mats?” your head moves from left to right, looking for a suitable spot while you tug on jaehyun’s hand. he hums at it, searching for a spot just like you are. the wind’s blowing gently when you settle near a tree, mat occasionally flying up which you counter with your heavy laptop bag.

“any idea where we can get desserts later?” you call out as a half-joke, not expecting jaehyun to pull up his phone to instantly search for a baskin robbins. “there’s one close-by, wait here for a minute and i’ll go get one for you-“ you laugh before pulling him back down, “don’t worry! we’ll go together, plus i don’t want to be left alone.” jaehyun softly smiles, nodding along as he takes out the food he packed.

→ JUNGWOO has similar intentions like johnny, except he would just wanna stay home. where johnny’s goal is to make you laugh, jungwoo just likes doing things together at home. playing board games, folding the clothes together, making dinner together. it’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, but when he’s given free time he sometimes just likes to laze at home and rest from schedules. he sometimes takes himself out of bed to help before you come back but he’s lazy lolol. loves it when you’re both equally tired and living off 5h of sleep. it’s not romanticising the lack of sleep but your schedules just don’t allow you to sleep equal amounts of hours of sleep. through that, you’re at least able to connect over sleepy talk and droopy smiles while you make the bed or assemble a lego piece or playing video games. if jungwoo’s energetic enough he doesn’t mind doing the crazier activities but he generally prefers those activities done in semi-silence while you exchange jokes and funny videos.

“noooo- no! you only need to move three times, you’re cheating-“ jungwoo pouts and moves back your playing avatar back three spaces on the board game. you purse your lips, not expecting him to see it since he was particularly invested in the movie playing on the screen. knowing it was a shitty film, you tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. with eyes glued to the screen a few seconds earlier, you took your chance to move down one more space in order to get the benefit on the game board.

“you’ll get to buy a house soon, honey,” jungwoo grins cheekily, laughing even more when he’s able to move four steps, landing on the square that you wanted. now it was your turn to pout as he flips the card for property purchases, happily placing it next to his five other houses. “you’re so annoying!” you say as you fall back on the bean bag, but jungwoo doesn’t believe it when he sees a smile poking out from behind the hands shielding your face..

→ MARK sends you a looooot of texts. your convos with him are just him spamming questions or sending you memes. on every platform LMAO he has tweets sent, ig dm’s are blowing up from the weirdass nct memes that some of the fans make, he uses the official nct tiktok account to send you viral trending videos and he’s like we should try this!!!! and it’s a couple doing acrobatics or some shit. he’s crazy. anyway, he just likes to share things with you, from songs, to playlists, to youtube videos or interesting topics like crime psychology or movie theories etc. he knows that you’re hardly going to see it in your job but he sees the way you react across the room when he sends you stuff so he’s sure that you’ll like it after you get off work. sometimes likes to rickroll you, he knows it’s an old trend/troll thing but the thrill of seeing your frustrated replies always make him laugh out loud. when you’re back home, the both of you review whatever you send each other and then laugh together at them.

“hey, babe, check out this video,” mark says in a text, pasting a twitter link to a video. the video starts out interesting enough, mentioning something about a fun fact with stunning visuals has you wanting to learn more. when the guy in the video starts on his first word, the video immediately changes to rick astley with never gonna give you up. you mutter a small fuck under your breath, gaining a bit of attention from your colleagues during lunch break.

under the table, you flip him off in a picture, which he responds with a big smile of his that’s obviously teasing you for falling for it. you’re going to get it when i get back home!!!!! on a new high, you text the message and set your phone down, already excited for the evening where’d you be able to spend your time with him.

→ HAECHAN is a mix of everything kinda. he’d bring you out after work sometimes and other times likes to stay at home, mainly takes you out to eat after work, but that’s the extent of his after-work-escapades, he doesn’t want to tire you out too much. i think one prominent things he likes to do to is vlog to you, send you videos of what he’s doing on set or at home and just treats your convo like a bank for endless videos. y’know how there’s this video feature in telegram? he sends sooo many of those that you have the time of your life watching those on the ride back home. if you have time, you HAVE to facetime him during your lunch break and tell him how you’re doing and how’s your work coming along. do i have to kick someone’s ass for making you feel uncomfortable? is that patient being creepy again? and you have to explain that haechan, no, that patient is an elderly you cannot beat his ass. he’s like i don’t care, creepy dudes are not excused!!! and you can’t help but smile at that. always wants to be talking to you, close to you. if one day, you’re able to bring him to your job, this man follows you around like a lost puppy and just admires what you do, it’s endearing.

“ah, wait- you know how the sister, xia ling was sent to shut down the ten rings army? well… i just reviewed some of the articles and-“ the video cuts into the next one, haechan’s face zoomed in as he looks straight into the camera, “y’know, she might become a villain one day, i don’t know. maybe i should review some of the comics too?”

“anyway! come look at our set for the music video! it’s sexy, outfits are fire, sets are so good, the choreo this time isn’t too hard, either.” haechan asks the other members to wave as he passes them by, no doubt going his own make-up and hair after the others were already done, “okay, gotta go- love you bye!” you smile at that, texting a quick reply before you open up a video of your own, whispering through the speaker with a promise that you’d see him tonight.

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[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

Could you do something with Mr Brown, Nice Guy Eddie and any of the other dogs if you feel like it (or even just Eddie if you don’t feel like doing more than one!) and what they would do if they had a partner who is on their period? I’m just finishing mine and your girl could use some comfort because this is a huge pain lol. Love your blog so much!!! I hope you’re doing well. 💖

Hey hon, I’m so sorry to hear that you’re having a hard time. Believe me, I get the pain being AFAB myself. Sorry it’s so rough; I’m more than happy to help out here. I apologize for the late reply by the way, I hope that these headcanons can account for it. ( Thought the GIF below was fitting for this occasion ).

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, angst, hurt-comfort, periods, and insecurities.

the dogs with an s/o on their period ( reservoir dogs )

MR. BROWN/JOHNNY CAMPBELL

This cinnamon roll is both confused and worried simultaneously for you. He has no clue what’s going on to you, all he knows is that you’re in pain, and you’re not yourself.

He does all he can to make you comfortable. Blanket burritos, hot water bottles, painkillers, chocolate, whatever you need, he’ll get it no questions asked. He loves you, only wanting to see you happy.

If you’re okay with it, then cuddles are totally on the table.

Of course, being the film buff he is, you’ll basically have a movie marathon week after work. He pulls out all of your favourites from his vast VHS tape collection, his arms heaped with comedies, rom-coms, whatever genre you like. His commentary is priceless, putting a smile on your face.

“ How you feeling, honeycake?” He asks the minute you walk in the door after a long day at your job. He can see that you’re not a hundred percent, so he rushes to scoop you into a tight hug.

Foot massages, this is Brown/Tarantino we’re talking about, ha ha.

In all seriousness though, he’s your knight in shining armour.

“ Aww, c’mere and let me rub your back, sweetie.”

“ I’m so sorry, I know it sucks balls. I wish I could take it away.”

“ Hey, as soon as you’re feelin’ better, I’ll take you out to Blockbuster and we can rent a couple of movies, get some take out, and have a date night at home. You’d like that?”

“NICE GUY” EDDIE CABOT

He saw the signs of your period approaching a week beforehand. Your change in attitude, the way you looked, your energy levels—it wasn’t exactly conspicuous.

When the actual cycle starts, you bet that he gets himself in gear. He’s a sassy king, we all know this, but he tries to tone it back so as not to irritate you.

Hugs, hugs, and more hugs, with an extra helping of cuddles and staying in bed for the whole morning.

Eddie’s the best cuddle-buddy out of all the Dogs in my opinion; warm, encompassing, soft, and gentle despite his size and strength. All that sweet chubbiness gets put to good use.

“ Mmm, Daddy’s gotcha, doll. There ain’t nothing that can take me away from you right now.” You melt into his chest, his sensual purring getting the best of you. Even when he’s not trying to be, Eddie is white hot sex.

He pampers you, there is no other way to put it. You tend to feel insecure about yourself when your time of the month comes. It breaks his heart to see you doubting yourself; his beautiful, smoking hot partner. He does your hair, paints your nails, treating you like the god you are. ( I’ll go more into detail about where he picked up his beauty skills in some future headcanons, 😉 ).

“ Don’t you goddamn forget how gorgeous you are, you hear me?”

“ You’re a god/goddess, baby. I know that Heaven is real, because it’s blessed me with you.”

“ I’m here to be here for you, okay?”

MR. WHITE/LARRY DIMMICK

I have a theory that Larry is twice divorced, and you are his third partner. He could never keep his wives because they couldn’t accept him for how he did business, nor over his sense of humour, which you adore. Being married before means that White has a fair share of experience in the period department.

Being a man, he doesn’t know how it feels himself, but he is more than sympathetic. He thinks that men who are dismissive towards the struggles of menstruation are disgusting and stupid as hell. Honestly, it makes him very angry. So you can sure that he won’t treat you like that.

Oftentimes, you feel grossed out by dirt and sweat when you’re on your period. You’re in the shower regularly everyday, to combat this. He’ll join you, but not to be lecherous. He just wants to make you comfy. He has some lavender scented shower steamers, which make the experience better.

Washing your hair for you, his hands so gentle on your scalp. He scrubs you down himself, taking caution around your sensitive regions. And he always asks beforehand, like the classy gentleman he is.

“ You still okay with this? I can stop if it’s painful, darling,” You tell him it’s perfectly fine, letting him work his magic.

Okay, but one of the cutest things he does to help you feel better? Reading to you in bed.

I’ve already covered how much of a literature lover he is in my first requested fanfic on this blog; so go check that out if that interests you. Anyways, he’ll crawl into the bed you two share with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He pours, hands you one, then picks up a book off the shelf above the headboard. And he reads to you, in that velvety honeyed voice of his. GOSH, NOW I’M SCREAMING AT MY SCREEN.

“ You know how much I love you, Y/N? Even when you’re feeling down, I love you as much as I did when I first laid eyes on you.”

“ I fluffed up your pillow for you. Why don’t you come have a nap with this geezer, huh?”

“ It’ll be over soon, love. It’ll be over soon.”

MR. ORANGE/FREDDY NEWANDYKE

Like Brown, this guy has no idea why you’re suddenly so angry all the time. He’s basically thinking, what demon has possessed my sweet baby Y/N? Your mood swings unnerve him, he doesn’t know what’s going on. So he asks you, and you tell him you’re on your period.

That makes sense to him suddenly. It dawns on him right there in the living room of your apartment. He nods, pulling you into a hug. He tells you he’s sorry, and that he’s all yours to do whatever he can to help.

Freddy whips out his comic books, action figures, and cartoons to entertain you with, having the time of his life with you snuggled up in your fuzzy onesie on his chest.

He comes back from the grocery store carrying all your favourite comfort foods: chocolate, snack foods, booze, whatever you like. He just uses your period as an excuse to eat pizza and watch Spider-Man all day.

“ I’ve called in sick with the Dogs, so now I’m here the whole week!” He beams, grinning like the prankster he is. You shake your head, not able to help but laugh and call him an idiot.

He carries you bridal style around the house, you can’t protest. To the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, he’s like your valet-slash-personal-driver in one package. Plus, it makes you laugh when he creates his own sound effects as he sweeps you to your feet. He’s a comedian, definitely.

“ Hey, you know what always makes me feel better? Ice cream sandwiches and Nintendo! ”

“ You’re the Lois Lane to my Clark Kent, baby. The Mary Jane to my Peter. And don’t you ever think about saying that you can’t compare to those broads, because you do, and you’re better than they are.”

“ I hate seeing you in pain, it makes me sad too. I’m sorry it hurts, I’d give anything to stop it. ”

I hope these were okay, and if not, I will GLADLY rewrite them to make it better for you. Thanks for the request, anon, and I’m sending you all my good vibes and love during this sucky time.

#killingitreservoirdogsstyle #quentin tarantino #reservoir dogs #mr orange #mr white #nice guy eddie #reservoir dogs headcanon #reservoir dogs x reader #periods are the worst #tim roth #chris penn #harvey keitel #movies #thank you anon #my love to you

[daddysfangirls-anime]

Why are you here?

Pairing: Kaneki x reader (x Ayato)

Warning: Fluff, Language, smut, fingering, oral,

Summary: She likes Kaneki and wants to know why he joined Aogiri Tree. She gets her answers and more .

Why was he here?

Ken Kaneki it was obvious he was here for his own personal reasons and benefits. But what were they? Why join Aogiri Tree the people who kidnapped and tortured him? Why?

These were what thoughts ran through (y/n) head every time she saw him. At first, she didn't care but the more she saw him and got to know him the more the questions nagged her.

why was he here?

Her reason was obviously, Ayato, her best friend she followed him like a lost puppy. She had no one else. But why was Kaneki here? It seemed as if everyone but she knew.

Why was he here?

I can smell your brain frying from here. Just go talk to him." Ayato said seating on the window seal (y/n) sat on her bed she had a dumbfounded look. "oh don't give me that look. I can see your head turning. Your wondering why again. How about instead of wondering YOU GO ASK" Ayato had watched (y/n) drive herself mad putting theories of why together. He knew why Kaneki was here, to get stronger simple as that. To reach his true form. Weird sentimental shit.

"you think he'll answer me" (y/n) stood from her bed

"why shouldn't he, it's just a question" Ayato shrugged and (y/n) nodded as she left the room Ayato watched her go.

He didn't like this obsession (y/n) had with Kaneki it made him uneasy. He thought Kaneki a bit unstable though respected him for his strength, goals, and ability to protect his sister. Ayato thought himself almost equal to Kaneki, ALMOST.

(Y/n) stood in front of Kaneki's door hesitate to go in. Alright, alright you got this. She went to knock on his door then opened it not waiting for a response.

"I wondered when you would come in?" Kaneki said standing in front of a window.

"why are you here?" (y/n) jumped straight to the question. Kaneki looked over his shoulder. Did she really not know? Everyone else knew even the higher-ups who allowed him to join knew. But she didn't know. Guess you could blame Ayato for that. Even as a goal he kept her very clueless and innocent.

He was bored maybe this would be fun.

"what, you don't know?" Kaneki turned around. "no" she looked so adorable. "I thought it was obvious, apparently not. Why do you think I'm here?"

"Just a theory but...maybe Ayato. I mean he's Touka, your friend's, brother. Maybe you're here to convinces him to go back. Or... you' re a spy here together secrets maybe you' re part of the CCG. Oh, or you're here to work up the ranks then kill the one eyed ghoul, The leader".

(y/n) took a seat on Kaneki's couch as she rambled on and on somewhere in her rambling she switched from theories to books to movies. She didn't even notice when Kaneki handed her a cup of coffee. Kaneki found her rambling and how she easily switched between topics adorable (y/n) didn't even notice how comfortable she had made herself until she took a sip of her coffee.

Shoes off, curled up on his couch, coffee in hand, Kaneki sitting across with a small smile.

"oh my gosh, I am so sorry" (y/n) tried to get up seeing as she had made herself too comfortable.

"no, no, no" Kaneki stopped her "it's fine it's fine"

"I was rambling then got comfortable"

"I like it. It's adorable" (y/n) blushed settling back into the couch. The only person that enjoyed her rambling was Ayato. It was flattering to have someone else enjoy it.

"Did any of my theories come close" Kaneki chuckled "yes and no". "well are you going to tell me what I got right"

"Nope"

"tell me" (y/n) whined leaning against Kaneki "why"

"I want to know why you're here"

"why"

"..."

"Why do you want to know so badly that you're begging for it" the tension in the air got really but it wasn't scary tension but something else.

" I ... because. I want to know when you're going to leave" she pulled away and looked down. She hated to have to say it but she had developed a small crush on Kaneki in his time being here. She liked him since the day they kidnapped him. That was fun.

Kaneki leaned in a little closer setting her coffee cup elsewhere. "why do you want to know that?"

"I... I don't want you to leave" Kaneki wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

"and why is that, (y/n), why don't you want me to leave?" oh this boy was playing dirty like the devil.

"I enjoy you're Company and I like you and - I just want you to stay. Who will I have to talk about books when you're gone?"

-

"Don't you have Ayato?" Kaneki asked as his lips ghost across her skin. She shivered. "I'm sure he'll be happy to listen to you" he kissed and sucked on her neck as she whimpered and whined under him.

"Ayato, h-he doesn't really listen. I- I aaahhhhhh" (y/n) moaned as Kaneki's hand moved up and grasped her breast through her shirt. Kaneki leaned back (y/n) still in his lap and put his arms behind his head.

"You want me to stay then make me stay. Show me you want me to stay."

(y/n) slid off of Kaneki's lap and got on her knees in front of him. She made direct eye connect with him as she unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. (y/n) leaned forward still making eye connect with she kissed the tip of his cock. "you're going to need to do more than that if you want me to stay"

Licking for the base to the tip (y/n) took all of Kaneki's cock in her mouth in one got quickly hitting the back of her throat. She had most defiantly done this before. Kaneki groaned but kept his hands behind his head as (y/n) sucked and bobbed up and down on his cock. He continued to hit the back of her throat as her hands massaged his balls.

"Fuck. I'm not going to last long with you doing all that. As good as the view it I'd like to finish elsewhere." Pulling her back Kaneki stood her up and helped her pull off her dress and panties, thank god she when braless today. Pulling her back down into his lap Kaneki hand found it's between her legs feeling how wet she was. "looks like you enjoyed that as much as me"

(y/n) moaned as his hands spread her folds and slipped inside of her. She leaned forward gripping his shoulders as he pumped his two fingers inside of her and had his thumb working her clit. She moaned as she clawed at his chest.

"yes, yes, yes"

Kaneki fingered her until she was brought to the edge clenching around his fingers then he pulled away. (y/n) whimpered as she felt the emptiness. "don't worry I'm giving you something bigger". And in one swift move, Kaneki thirsted up into her.

(y/n) screamed and fell on to him as he filled her in one go. He didn't stop to let her adjust but continued to pound into her. It took a moment but soon the  pain became pleasure and (y/n) moaned as Kaneki thrust into her. Arching her back massaging her breast with one hand and her clit with the other.

"I'm I'm so close... please, please, please"

Kaneki speeds up as he gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her harder. (y/n) screamed as she came clenching around Kaneki triggering his end. Feeling Kaneki fill her made her moan and almost come a second time.

Kaneki twisted them so they were laying down on the couch. (y/n) whimpered as Kaneki gripped her ass and lifted her so that he would slip out of her.

-

Kaneki drew soft circles on (y/n) back as she laid on his chest listening to his heartbeat it was like a loud yet low drum. It was something she'd never get used to, but like to hear.

"Touka," Kaneki said. (y/n) looked up yo see Kaneki looking at the ceiling " I'm here for Touka ... and everyone else at the Café. I want to get strong and better so I can help and protect them. So nothing will ever happen to them. I'm not here for beliefs I'm here for strength".(y/n) sat up

"you could've just told me that we didn't have to do ... this" she waved around to her clothes on the floor and her naked body. Kaneki managed to stay dress the whole time.

"To be honest I was bored" Kaneki chuckled (y/n) scoffed "well I'm glad I could entertain you".

Getting up (y/n) dressed herself leaving Kaneki she heads to her and Ayato's room.

Entering the room she found Ayato in his bed and collapsed on him. Her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat it was nice and soft like a piano. It was something she was already so too and couldn't go a day without hearing.

"did you get your answers" he had one hand on a book and the other combing through her hair. "Touka... and strength. But mainly Touka" he threw his book

"Thought so"

Ayato pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. As he rubbed her thigh he felt a wetness "something tells me you two did more that talked" he said as his hands dipped down into her folds. Shit, she knew she forgot something.

"yeah" (y/n) sighed "He wouldn't tell me at first. Plus he was bored. He wants Touka not me, it was just a waste of fucking time. and he didn't even last that long"

Ayato laughed as he pulled her closer and kissed her cheeks." That's okay I want you. You're my slut best friend."

"who are you calling a slut" (y/n) said sitting up and straddling Ayato

"you, the girl who left then waltzed back in 30 minutes later with no underwear and cum dripping out of her. You are literally dripping ."

(Y/n) pulled up her dress to reveal her clean shaven pussy that was indeed dripping. This was no the first time he had seen her naked nor the last. Ayato laughed. (y/n)pulled her dress down looked directly into his eyes and said

"shut up"

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul fanfiction #fanfiction #ken keneki #ken kenki x reader #ayato #ayato x reader #smut #tokyo ghoul smut

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

2+4+jason

2. ‘Can I kiss you?”

4. Kissing on sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft tender

Peace was a foreign concept until you met him. Even with the unbridled chaos he carried.

Jason was the calm before the storm, and all at once the storm itself. His uproar liberated you as much as it eased the tension on his shoulders.

You couldn’t possibly get any luckier; and if you could, you weren’t planning on trying.

Quiet moments abounded, you liked your space and he liked your constant presence so the compromise was complicit silence.

His silence, you learned, carried more love than the thousands of words other people had spoken in your ear.

If you were less enamored by him you would’ve found it depressing. But he was it for you. How could Jason Todd not be it?

He shuffled beside you, one of the signs that the silence was about to end. He then placed his book down, happy with his progress.

A few weeks ago he had told you he wished he had more time to pick up his reading habit. So you helped him make time.

You couldn’t wait to hear all about the story he had almost devoured in the span of three days. He refused to tell you before he was done which you hoped would change soon.

You wanted to hear his theories and queries, what he disliked about the characters, and what he saw of himself in them.

Jason glanced at you through his lashes. You lifted your eyebrows, prolonging the silence until he huffed a laugh.

You snorted in response and his eyes lit up.

“Are you done with your crossword?”

You hummed. “It was easier than I thought it would be.” Shifting to face him, you asked, “How’s your book?”

He changed his position too. “I think I’m finishing it tomorrow.”

“Such a nerd,” you playfully said.

He scooted closer, tilting his head as he watched you put your crosswords aside. You were the only person he had ever met who bought books filled with crosswords.

Jason placed his hand on the back of your head and you brought yourself forward, onto him and his refreshing warmth.

You found a long time ago that Jason was your favorite oxymoron, terribly good and imperfectly perfect with his cool passion and controlled chaos.

Steel-blue eyes pierced yours as you pressed your forehead against his and his breath caressed your face, gifting you the lingering smell of those strawberry candies he liked so much.

“Can I kiss you?” He always asked, as though afraid your answer would suddenly change.

It never did. “Yes.”

Jason smiled. He often did around you, perhaps your favorite achievement.

His lips were too soft for somebody who didn’t have enough time to care about himself, for somebody who always put others before him. And his kiss was too tender for somebody who had been through so much.

You savored every caress of his lips and relished in every sigh.

Smiling at him, you kissed him again. He kissed back —he always did— until you pulled away in a giggle.

“What’s got you so happy, baby?” he asked, softly massaging the nape of your neck.

“You.”

Always him.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x plus size reader #jason todd

[sukirichi]

Hi! I hope you're doing okay. So I just had a thot. And idk what to do with it. So Imma just put it here cause your blog is my new favourite. I'm not even joking. I literally devoured everything related to Tokyo Rev on your blog. So here's my theory. Do correct me if you think I'm wrong Sensei!

Bouten husbands and where they liked to be kissed the most/ or is their weakness. (Ps: it's just my opinion. I mean no offense to anyone.)

Mikey~ Kiss him on his shoulders and he'll cry. Cause he's been bearing all the burden of his dark and decaying world for so long that he doesn't even know that he needs to take a minute for himself and rely on others around him. Especially since most ppl around him are willing to give their life and limbs for Mikey. He just can't seem to keep that in mind. So you've taken it upon yourself to remind him frm time to time. Just a little peck on his strong and broad-ish shoulders to remind him that he's not alone. That if nothing, he has you. He always will.

Rindou~ Something about being kissed on his cheeks, especially by his lover, does things to him. Like his cardiovascular muscles do a little somersault in his chest or something. Because yes, it doesn't matter if he's one of the big, scary and irreplaceable executive of Bouten, he still has an unconscious inferiority complex. Sometimes it just skips his mind that despite everything, he too deserves the world. And every once in a while you need to remind him about it. That he doesn't have to be flashy and snarky like his brother. He just needs to be himself and that he is undeniably worthy of love.

Ran~ Not many people are taller than him, you are no exception. So it makes sense that in order to kiss him you need to be on your tippy toes. And still you're only able to reach his neck. So yeah, just kiss him there. Right on his Adam's apple and he's a goner. It doesn't even have to be sexual. Ran is always the one to take charge. It's kind of in his nature and you happily oblige him. But every now and then, you also need to remind him to take a breather That he can just let go and get dotted over for a change. You're more than happy to take care of him, that he needs to be taken care off.

Koko~ This man not only, brings in the big dough for Bouten, but also beats up people while at it. To say that he's always overworked is an understatement. His hands are always doing something, illegal things most of the time. He knows he's no saint. That there's no coming back into the light. He's painfully aware. But once e intertwine your hands together and kiss him on top of his knuckles, he swears that it's his redemption. You're the only light in his dark and dangerous world.

Kaku-chan~ Please. Just kiss this man on his forehead. Please. He's literally out there, ready to give his life for the things he wants to protect. He's always doing that. Protecting the people that have gone astray, who have no more hope left. He's ready to die for them, if it means they'll keep going. So please, just once, just protect him instead. Protect him from the demons he skillfully hided in his head. Protect him from the nightmares that torment him every night. Just protect him for a change. He needs it more than he's willing to admit.

Sanzu~ Okay. Hear me out. He's deranged and he knows it. He knows he's won't bat an eye before painfully torturing someone to death. Heck he'll even do it with a smile plastered on his face. He knows that he's stained in blood almost all the time.(sometimes his own, most of the other times, not his own). He'll even relish it. He knows that he's been tainted with burden of death. He knows that he lives in the shadows. He's not sane. He's not good. He's bad. He's ugly. You can tell that these awful thoughts keep him awake at night. So when they do and he has this almost painful look on his face. Just pull him close and kiss him on his face, over and over. Kiss his scars, kiss his lips, kiss his nose, his eyes. Just don't stop until he's got your point across. That yes, it's true that he's despicable. But you still love him nonetheless.

Ps: Sorry that was too long and kinds got out of hand. But these are just my "thots". Thank you for hearing me out!~ Thot anon

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mikey n shoulder kisses 🥺 i hc that mikey is stiff and rigid all the time without knowing. like you said, he has a lot on his mind and draken even said mikey had a heavy ass cross to bear, so imagine the weight and burdens he has to shoulder 🥺 so if you lean into him for a hug then kiss his shoulders, mikey deflates. to him, its like a reminder he doesn’t have to carry it all by himself all the time and poor bb forgets that often

cheek kisses for rindou 🥺 the idea of this big, bad executive infamous for breaking limbs but is actually a sucker for cheek kisses and turns into a soft lil bean when you cup his face and just smother him with love n affection? bless. rindou probably unknowingly exerts too much effort sometimes to prove something - may it be his strength, his power, or how he’s perfectly capable of fighting by himself - he’ll have that voice at the back of his head that he needs to do something. giving him cheek kisses grounds him and elicits butterflies in his stomach bcos he realizes that, “oh, i don’t have to try so hard. silly me...now more cheek kisses, please.”

ran and neck kisses !! ON THE FLOOR RN, TELL ME MORE. but yes omg i also hc that ran is such a giver and grown up to look for others the way he does for rindou, so in his head, he’s kind of drilled it into himself that he has to be the one in the lead - not necessarily in a mikey way - but in a “he needs to take charge and take his responsibilities seriously” kind of thing. like mikey, ran is probably often deep in thought as well despite his teasing mannerisms, that when you kiss his neck he can’t help but soften. he enjoys being doted on. loves to be the one on the receiving side. has the sweetest smile on his face when he gets a lil ticklish and he just feels like he’s on cloud nine <33

knuckle kisses for koko 😫 everything you said was on point !! his hands are probably so tired from fighting and counting bills all day, not to mention the amount of paperwork he has to do bcos who else will do them ?? no one knows the inner system of koko and how it works as well as koko does, and he wants to do his job right. he gets a little too absorbed in his work, however, that koko gets a little confused when you take his hands away from whatever he’s working on to leave little kisses at the pads of his knuckles, maybe even massaging his hands or playing with his fingers to help him relax a bit. and you know how koko is so good at what he does bcos its all he knows, but at the same he probably hates how he treads on this dark path ?? so when you kiss his knuckles, he feels relieved. like everything will be okay and second chances are real n something he’s worthy of

omg now this is my favorite - kakucho + foreahead kisses. forehead kisses are always so intimate and soothing in a sense. like come here so you can kiss him on the forehead, watch the way his eyes flutter close and a smile tugs at his lips when your lips trail down to his scar, all the while your hands are cupping his face with such tenderness he never really knew of. kakucho is so used to being the tough guy with his rough childhood that it almost feels surreal. surreal that he’s in bed, with you, safe and sound and you’re kissing his forehead so comfortingly he doesn’t have to worry about putting his walls down for a second. he feels safe. he feels at home. but most of all, he knows he’s not alone and he has you - his family

kissing sanzu’s scars 🥺 everything you said was beautiful n i can totally see it happening !! as much as we all know sanzu takes great pleasure and finds entertainment in what he does, it sinks down a little too late. when he’s not high, that’s when he feels the lows. when the blood on his hands are dried, that’s when he realizes it gets harder to wash them off until it stains deep all the way into his soul. then his scars. he sees his scars and remembers how he has to hide them at some point. he stays awake at night and oddly enough, silent and unmoving. and what better way to ease his worries than to pull him close and just to kiss his scars that he thinks are only one of the ways the darkness - the ugliness - of his soul shows through. keep him close and kiss his scars. sanzu may not always be in the right mind to understand your words, but the simple gesture of showing love and acceptance to a part of him that makes him a whole will engrave deep into his heart. leave him butterfly kisses. kiss him from everywhere to his eyes until they flutter close to sleep. kiss his nose adoringly until they scrunch so cutely. kiss his lips until its your taste that overwhelms him. and kiss his scars to remind him his imperfections are accepted and loved

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