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The ramos one could be something like how he is breaking ankles and injuring people on the field but around the girl he likes he is all soft and sweet, his teammates can't believe it is their same aggressive teammate

Hey bb, thank u sm for requesting!! I'd never written for him before, but it was fun, even though I don't know if I really like this lol

But I promise you I did my best. Hope you enjoy it ♡

Tame the beast

Part of the players were moving in a frenzy. It was normal for this kind of thing to happen during a game, it was to be expected. There were just some people who crossed the line, or got really, really close to it. Some would say close enough to start something.

Ramos walked incessantly towards an opposing player, forehead pressed against his, while the other man kept stepping backwards, trying hard not to trip. "The fuck do you think you're talking to? Huh?" His voice changed considerably at times like this, so much so that even his own colleagues feared the things that he could do. After all, whatever happened to him could harm the entire equipe.

What happens is that, during a play, the Spaniard had made a tackle that directly hit the opposing player's ankle. After that, instead of helping him up, or apologizing, he scoffed, as the other laid down on the grass, complaining of pain. Obviously, the guy wasn't very pleased.

Some of both men's teammates moved to intervene and, after much painstaking, managed to pull them back. Sérgio mouthed an "Hijo de puta", before walking away. Well, it could be much worse, honestly.

Perhaps less than an hour later, everyone had already moved to the dressing rooms. The buzz was loud and between laughs, jokes and screams it was almost impossible to actually hear each other.

Neymar was the first to miss his friend. In the midst of what they insisted to call a conversation, he discreetly nudged mbappe and leaned in to speak close to the boy's ear. "Where's Ramos?" he asked, then saw Kylian move his head to look around the room, just like he'd done a few moments earlier. "He's been away for a bit, right?" "Right." And with a kind of unspoken agreement, they both got up and started walking towards the back of the room, close to the lockers.

When they were already farther away from the shouting of their mates, a much more subtle and smooth voice could be heard. And when I say smooth, I mean smooth. It sounded eerily like someone speaking a few good octaves higher than what they would usually sound like, like when you're talking to a baby, or a dog.

It took them a while, but they gradually did recognize that voice. "Is this-" Kylian started, but the older man was quick to bring a hand over his mouth.

"I know, honey, I'm sorry, but he started it!" Sergio sounded like a kid being scolded and the two secret listeners did everything they could not to burst out laughing. What a time to be alive.

"I miss you too, baby. But I'll see you soon, right?" This time, the tone used was much lower, almost pleading. He most definetely sounded nothing like the number four they had just seen and heard out on the pitch. It was almost ridiculous to imagine that it was the same man.

"Okay, anjo, I'll call back later. Love you." Ney's eyes widened and he quickly grabbed his friend by the arm to avoid being caught snooping around.

That's when they noticed. Glorious moment.

To say that they laughed about it again and again and again, was an understatement. Neither of them spoke about that with the others, but they didn't need to, anyway. They would eventually find out themselves.

As said, Sergio got to see you not long after that. You had gotten a few weeks off and, of course, would spend as much of that time as possible in the company of your handsome boyfriend. You had arranged everything, every little detail together, and his anxiety was almost palpable, even over the phone.

So, like the hopeless romantic that you were, you decided to surprise him by arriving a few days early. It was cliché and could be very predictable, but you still hoped he wouldn't suspect a thing. He didn't. When you showed up that day, right after a match his team had emerged victorious from, he was as incredulous as you imagined he would be, perhaps a little bit more.

You calmly walked over to your boyfriend while the others were still busy cheering around. He was standing still, seemingly in disbelief of the fact that you were actually there, within reach, for the first time in a while, too fucking long, if you asked him. But when you were just a few steps away, looked like it finally hit him and Sergio was immediately grabbing you into the tightest, warmest embrace, that you missed so much.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of being at home.

When you pulled away, just enough to look into his eyes, he stared back with such apparent adoration, that it made you dizzy. Your foreheads now rested together, his lips brushing against your trembling ones. And as he whispered how much he loved you and that he had no idea how he managed to endure all this time away from you, you could feel his tears flowing down your own cheeks.

That's when everyone noticed.

After that, the other players teased him to death. Light hearted jokes, of course, even though sometimes they did carry a hint of envy. Whistles and kissing noises, but it just didn't bother Ramos. The only reaction he'd show was an eye roll and, occasionally, a slight blush that took over half of his face.

"So, Ramos, is she going tonight?" Marquinhos asked, eyebrows dancing suggestively. "We know she's going, he can't even breath without her" "He's whipped, doesn't even deny it"

It would be impossible for you to realize that there really was such a big difference between Sérgio Ramos on the field, and Sérgio Ramos when he was in your company. To other people, however, this discrepancy seemed more than obvious.

Of course, he wasn't really a violent person in everyday life, at all. He was a serious person and somewhat closed off, sometimes even frowning, but not violent. On the field, however, it was a completely different story. When he wore the team's shirt, his presence on the field was nothing short of threatening, in many ways. Sérgio was a great player, fast, skillful, but, above all, an aggressive player. And this was the man the team was used to.

Maybe that's why it was so shocking for them, seeing the two of you together.

Right after a tough workout, or another bitter defeat, which wasn't uncommon playing for PSG he would crawl into your open arms and completely melt, like putty against you.

"It's amazing" You'd hear a whisper, coming from, you just knew, probably Neymar. "She tames the beast." It took a lot of effort and a maturity that you definitely didn't have, for you not to chuckle.

It was funny, yes, but also flattering and, in a way, gratifying, to know that there was a side of him that was kept just for you, and no one else.

"Come on, babe, we're gonna have fun." Your grip around his waist was tight and you moved so that your chin was resting on his chest.

While spending the season with him, you learned that it was common for the players to gather after some more intense training sessions or a few matches, sometimes to celebrate, sometimes to lift their spirits and feel more invigorated to get back to the fight. These weren't really parties, but more like get-togethers, albeit relatively ostentatious and considerably eventful.

"We can have fun here!" You sighed, despite the smile that made its way to your lips. "I know, but we're gonna have plenty of time to stay here. Please, love." You insisted once more, giving him your best attempt of some puppy eyes, but he'd always been better than you in these type of things. He sighed and rested his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You found yourself smirking as he looked back at you, an amused glint in his brown orbs, which now looked almost black. It all happened so fast and you honestly don't know how, but in a second Sergio was hovering over you, strong arms pinning yours against the mattress. It was easy to notice how there was still so much care and delicacy in how he held your wrists.

"Fine" He lowered his head until his lips were ghosting against the corner of your mouth. "But after that, it's gonna be just us. In this room. For a long time." You couldn't control the giggle that rumbled through your ribcage. "Si señor."

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are-you-still-writing-that · 11 months

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Yandere Alphabet: Baji Keisuke

He such a feral bastard. Honestly, love that for him. Here he is:

Baji Keisuke

Fucker is downright feral. Wild and free-spirited are some of the nicer things, that can be said about him. Most would say it a bit differently. He is extremely headstrong and sometimes he doesn´t make any sense to you. I honestly believe that you will need to him match him in every aspect because otherwise he will simply steam roll right over you.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He is as intense as it gets. Always hanging onto you. He needs to be in physical contact with you and he can´t stand to see you leaving his hands. Though he is all for public displays of affection. Though as soon as he gets started it always feels a little inappropriate, cause he never slows down. He will leave hickeys all over you, and will place them purposefully over where the collar of your shirt will reach.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Baji would probably kill someone on accident. He would throw himself at the other and wouldn´t stop. His rage knows no bounds, even when he tries to keep it in check. In the end, it´s likely that he won´t even realize what he has done till it´s too late. Still he will gladly come back to you, and quite frankly for you? He would do it all again.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Not one to mock and neither to abduct. Another one of the guys, who suddenly moved in with you. Appears everywhere that you do and in general just clings to you. He isn´t someone, that would abduct you at all. Or if he did, he would very quickly let you go again, because he couldn´t even keep up with something like that.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He clings to you. Following you wherever you need to go. He wants to spend time with you and he makes is very clear. But otherwise, he lets you hold the reins. You will know what is best for you, at least better than him. So, he lets you do as you please. He just wants to be with you every step of the way.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

This man opens his heart for you from the first moment he sees you. He wants you to know what is going on inside if him. But he also wants to understand you as well. He wants to know what is going on inside your mind at every moment. He adores to listen to you talk, too see you opening up to him, like he open up to you as well.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He rather sees it more as an invitation to play-fight with them, than the genuine attempt to get away from him. Though with him, this warped perspective is definitely on purpose. He knows that wasn´t what you intended, but he hopes that with some humour he can convince you that this would be a terrible idea.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

If it´s established previously as a game, he will enjoy chasing you around. It´s a bit like playing tag, isn´t it? If you just suddenly try to get away from him with no explanation or anything of that kind, he will be mainly confused. He doesn´t understand what´s going on, and will be hurt, when he figures out what has been going on.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The moment he pounces on someone else for the first time, and you try to get between that. In that moment he will accidentally hurt you. That moment, will be the worst experience with him. Because that will hurt, and he might not even notice what he has done till long after he calmed down again. The realization, that when he fights he looses track of his surroundings and can´t even recognize it when you approach him. How strong he is and how easy it would be for him to break you apart.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

It doesn´t come to mind for him to plan for the future. For him, what counts most is the moment. It´s the present. He wants to be with you in this very moment. He doesn´t want to think about tomorrow. Everything that counts happens right now. And right now he wants nothing more than to be with you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Baji has a tendency to get jealous and whenever he does, he will show it as well. Stepping closer to you, kissing you, throwing his arm over your shoulder. All these are signs that he wants the other person to finally back off. Though, the other should really start watching out as soon as he starts to fidget. It´s the only warning, that he will jump the other in the next few moments.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He tends to watch your every move. Careful eyes are always on you. Though, he will also lean on you. Making sure, that you know that he is close to you. A hand on your back or on your arm are common for him. He also tends to kiss you quite a lot, if you give him the chance to do it. It´s the easiest way for him to ensure, that everyone around him knows that you and him belong together.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Spending time with them is his to go method. He likes nothing more, than to spend time and talk with the people he loves, so why would it be any different, when he tries to get closer to someone? He will accompany you on some of the mundanest trips, but bring the highest energy and enthusiasm always with it. It´s almost endearing.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

A bit wild and feral. That is was everybody sees when they look at Baji. Even his mother described him as such for as long as he can remember. He takes pride in that description. He never tried to hide who he is from anyone. Never did, never will. They just have to accept him how he is. So he never appears any different around any person. Is core always stays the same.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He will get violent when angry. But still he wouldn´t think of touching you in any shape or form. His voice will get louder, his movement will become more erratic but he won´t touch you. He might crowd you accidentally, he might throw some of things around, though it´s a mix between his own and yours belongings, cuz he genuinely can´t decipher it in the moment. He doesn´t try to hurt you, but he knows that he needs to vent this anger in some way.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

It´s not so much, that he takes away his darlings rights and more so, that he simply tends to be around a lot. Of course he wants to know, with whim they´re going out. Especially, if he isn´t going to be there. He will be overprotective, but he still understands, that your decisions are mainly your own. He can influence them with his opinion, but he still has to let you do what you want.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

In general, he isn´t a very patient man. If needed, he can wait for a bit, but only when he knows, that it will aid him in his goals 100%. Otherwise, he will either loose interest or try to speed things up quite a bit. With that in mind, he also tends to be impatient with his darling. He doesn´t wait to approach them and just throws himself with all his affections at you. Either they will get used to him or not. But he won´t just stand aside and wait for them to notice him.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He is someone, that is always focused on the moment. Never someone, that plans very far ahead, but he does dwell on the past, and wants to atone for mistakes he made. So, he would mourn them. He would look back upon his actions and wonder, where he went wrong with you. He doesn´t understand, why you felt the sudden need to leave everything behind the two of you had going on. He is also pretty sure, that he will never understand it either. He won´t come up after you, but he will approach you, if your paths ever cross again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

As previously mentioned, he isn´t one to abduct his darling in the first place, and if he ever did, he would feel guilty upon seeing their reaction. He doesn´t plan to do something like this, for that simple reason alone. He doesn´t think, that he could bear to watch your expression crumble upon seeing him. So, he would let them go rather quickly as well.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Baji had always been a wild and uncontrollable child. He has always been a bit on the possessive side of things, and his mother had always indulged him in it. He was allowed to love, how he wants to, even encouraged to. His passion was always very visible and nothing he ever hid, and either people loved him or hated him for it. He never saw the sense of dimming himself for the comfort of others, and so he will never do so either.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn´t like to see you in pain. In total he simply can´t stand it, when you aren´t happy and he will do everything to the best of his abilities to make you happy again. There is nothing he loves more, than to see you smiling, your laugh or the expression on your face when you are content. So, he will do what he can, to have you look at him again with love and happiness in your eyes.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

With him there is no mastermind at work. Very rarely will he think his plans through till the end. There is so much, that he could do for you instead, that would express the same thing as his words would. In general you will notice, that he is very intuitive with you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Now there is something, that can be exploited, but he is also very aware of that weakness himself. First of all, he isn´t exactly the brightest one out there. All the while though, he is very tunes into the way you behave, so he will pick up any sudden changes. Second, he adores you. There is seems to be nothing, that he wouldn´t do for you. He is also very aware of that.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He is not someone, that enjoys hurting the people, that he loves. While he is very much capable of hurting you, he would rather not do it. It pains him to even think about such a thing. He knows that he ban be abrasive and short-tempered, but he still takes care to control himself. If he realizes, that he won´t be able to, he will leave you by yourself. He never wants to become the cause of pain for you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Baji adores his darling and while he does hold them in high regards, it never reaches something worshipful. He still sees them as a person, with all your flaws. He believes, that no matter what happens, he will always be able to see the real you. Never a mask and never to be put on a pedestal. Still, he likes you. Would go to the end of this earth for you. No matter what.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He is someone, that believes in the idea of love at first sight. He sees you and his heart starts to race. That first moment, he is done for. He already adores every little thing that you do. He doesn´t immediately bowel you over, but he still approaches you as soon as he can. He doesn´t care if it seems awkward as well. For something like that, he doesn´t let himself fell any shame. And so he pines and every advance makes him bolder.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He is definitely capable of breaking his darling to smithereens. Baji is not necessarily the most careful guy out there, while at the same time he is definitely highly emotionally intelligent. There are times when he holds you too tight and leaves bruises he never intended to leave. He is like that in most things. He can be too harsh, too cruel, too forceful. He knows this as well and so he will try. He will be attentive, but he knows himself, that it´s likely that he will miss something along the way.

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satuguro · 1 year

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[ ACT IV: REAP WHAT YOU SOW ]

spider-man! ethan landry x black cat! reader

#SYNOPSIS— your reputation matters more than you think, superheroes aren't good with emotions, mindy and chad are always ready to fight each other, and ethan can recognize you by your smile alone.

#CONTAINS— enemies to lovers, slowburn, antihero&vigilante reader, familial issues, implication of ptsd, gore, blood, murder, death, reader is overly flirtatious, reader & ethan had trust issues

#AUTHORSNOTE— ethan and the reader are so 'she fell first but he fell harder' coded, also this was supposed to be one long part but i spit it into two bc tumblr wouldn't let me edit so i'm sorry in advance xx

ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV, ACT V, EPILOGUE

you still couldn't believe that you had brought the hero over into your apartment.

your promise to catch ghostface with him was followed by a pregnant pause as you both sipped your glasses of water. the hero was still playing with your cats (they loved him) as he drank water, his mind trying to process what had just happened.

from behind the mask, ethan wanted to cry. he wanted to sob and break everything in his path because he had just lost quinn, and he blamed himself for it all.

the sound of your feet shuffling away from him made him look at you in interest. you were moving carefully, the stitches he had done to your side inhibiting your movement. ethan could see how uncomfortable you felt, but you hid it from him as you began taking out two pots, putting it into your sink to fill both with water.

"should i go?" ethan began, carefully picking up your cats and putting them on the floor. he stood up. "you seem.."

you pulled out two ramen packets, looking at him with a raised brow. you then walked to your fridge, pulling out two eggs.

"you seem busy. making food." he swallowed thickly, watching as you placed the eggs to the side and put your pots of water on the stove before turning on the heat.

"i am kind of busy," you said pointedly, glancing at your pots of water before looking at the hero. the upper portion of your face was still hidden by your black mask, but ethan could see your indifferent gaze as you studied him. "why, do you wanna stay?"

the whites of his mask blinked at that. his mask, still pulled up to reveal half his face, revealed how he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, thinking about your offer. he seemed unsure. distrustful. exhausted; which honestly, made sense.

you gave him time to think as you turned to your now boiling water. you put the two eggs into one pot before opening the packets of ramen. but your actions faltered when you heard his response.

".. do you want me to stay?" the hero asked you, tilting his head slightly.

a beat. "no." you stated dryly, putting the ramen noodles into the water. "but i feel like you've been eyeing my food ever since i asked— it's kind of hard to tell with the whole mask thing —but i'm guessing you're hungry."

the parts of his face that were unmasked turned a soft shade of red at that. ethan cleared his throat, walking towards where you stood, he leaned on your counter with his back to the countertop. you could feel his eyes on you, watching you as you used a fork to mix the noodles in the boiling water.

"so you do want me to stay," he said with a ghost of a smile.

"no, i don't. but you're staying regardless, aren't you?"

"just for the food," he hummed. "and your cats."

"not for my presence, spider?" you asked, your flirtatious side coming out of you.

"your kind presence?" he tsked. "no." he said, making you roll your eyes. but he saw that rare, downturned smile that tugged at your lips.

his sister. quinn is his sister.

the sudden pause in your actions made ethan peer at you from behind his mask. the realization of what he had said dawned on him, his eyes widening from behind mask.

"she was like a sister to me."

he was lying to you.

you were both playing an unspoken game, two brilliant people with incredible abilities constantly one upping each other, catching onto the clues and making conclusions before the other could reach them. pushing and pulling, trying to solve a string of killers all while hiding who you really were from someone you found stitching up even though you knew you didn't have to.

you quickly returned to stitching him up, your hands now steady as you pushed the needle into his skin again. it reminded you so much of your past, how your world and your idea of your father turned completely sideways when you patched him up. the mere action of patching someone else up who wasn't you made turmoil brew in your eyes.

you were a selfish person. you had stepped on other criminals to get what you wanted, stepped on other people in order to achieve the highest reward; the criminal world knew better than to trust you completely for fear of your lies and manipulation. but to you, patching up someone's injury was something akin to sacred.

it meant you cared.

and that terrified you.

you came to one conclusion as you stitched up his wound for once, your memories were muffled, overtaken by the connection you had made.

ethan was spider-man.

and he knew you made that connection. just by how quiet you had gotten, just by how your hands, once trembling with the weight of the past, steadied.

you couldn't say anything. not without compromising your own true identity. not without compromising the deal you two had, because who would the police care about more, the identity of a superhero or the identity of a woman who had been stealing since she was a child? who had stolen files from their department and gave them to others without another word, who at times stole evidence just to be able to pay the rent.

you couldn't have him know. and you couldn't have him turn you in.

always one step ahead of him. but for some unknown reason, he could read you like his favorite book, and you could study him as though he was your favorite painting. it was as though your mind had chosen to learn his sincerity, and his learned the hidden meanings behind your written words.

but if you knew his family relations, just how close were you to the group? the fact that you most likely knew who he was behind the mask terrified him, because not only did he not know who you were, but you were only working with him because of a deal.

he couldn't turn you in if you helped him catch the killer.

feeding into your suspicions would only give you leverage above him. something to feed to the mafia, to the criminals, to anyone. and more people would get hurt.

you were untrustworthy. maybe it was because his sister died, or maybe because ethan had been stressing over everything so much that he found himself shutting down his emotions again and again for the sake of finding the killer.

he needed to get you away.

"i have to go." he stood up abruptly, his wound only halfway stitched up.

"what?" your eyes widened at his words. "now? i'm not even done stitching you up—"

"i'll do the rest myself."

"like hell you will," you snapped, the sudden change in his mood making you not only confused, but curious. "i'll finish it—" you protested, walking after him as he made his way to the window. but before he could shove your window open, he turned to you.

"why're you helping me?"

his question made your breath hitch, the words on your tongue dying as you blinked.

because i'm not as heartless as you think i am. oh, i also need you to not turn me into the police, so i can't have you dying in gale weather's apartment. but there's more to that.

"you patched me up," you forced out, "i'm returning the favor."

"you and i both know that you don't just patch people up like this." the whites of his mask narrowed at you, his heartbeat pumping loudly in his ears.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you asked slowly, suddenly annoyed at his words.

the hero let out a huff, his filter completely gone and manipulated by the constant stress and turmoil he had felt over the past week. "even the police know that you've manipulated your way around criminals and mafias because everyone knows you work alone," he said through gritted teeth. "you don't act kind just because you care—"

"fuck you," you seethed, but you couldn't deny it. you had a long history of manipulation, of acting for your own benefit and choosing yourself over others. and the deal to never get caught by him was still weighing on your mind.

"you act like you care to get your way. but if i'm wrong, then tell me." from behind the mask, ethan studied your face, brows furrowed when he looked at you. "tell me that you're not known for doing that. that you're not still in this because you're just trying to make sure i won't turn you in to the police in the future. tell me that you're genuinely starting to care, that you aren't just using me. tell me."

there was a beat of silence. your jaw clenched as you looked into the whites of his mask, not backing down from his stare. he was so close to you. his breath fanned over your lips, his own lips slightly parted.

it seemed as though the tension thickened with every passing second as you wracked your brain for what to say. for what to tell him.

because as much as he was correct, if you were to just agree, it didn't feel honest. there was more to your actions, but even you didn't know what it was.

but that was a lie too. you knew exactly why your actions were becoming more selfless, why you found yourself thinking about others more and more. thinking about him more and more.

you were getting attached.

and because you couldn't say anything, because you had never been good with speaking about your emotions, you did what your gut told you to.

you hooked your finger on the collar of his suit and tugged him in, pressing your lips to his. you felt his breath hitch before his hand went to your neck, slowly moving up to hold the back of your head as he pulled you closer to him, his other hand pulling your waist closer to his body. your senses were full of him and only him, how he smelled like like cedarwood and musk, how he tasted sweet despite the blood he spat from his mouth earlier, how he was so warm, like a furnace that soothed your cold limbs.

you pulled away from him, your forehead resting on his. a single string of spit connecting the both of your lips with a single horizontal swipe of your tongue across your bottom lip, the connection was broken.

his adam's apple bobbed as his heavy breaths matched yours. "please tell me you're not just in it for the deal anymore."

your lack of a response made his heart ache. he searched for any sign of hesitancy in your eyes, something, anything to showed that you cared, but you avoided his gaze.

the deal still mattered to you. you were using him to evade police. his face fell at the realization.

the hero scoffed in disbelief, pulling away from you. just like that, your limbs were pulled away from the heat, your world didn't smell like cedarwood and him, and the taste of pennies was all you could feel on your tongue. "right." his finger hooked over where his mask was pulled up, pulling it down over the rest of his face as he opened your window. without another word, he swung away, making you clench your fists in frustration.

in the end, you always had yourself.

you tore your mask off your head, frustrated tears burning behind your eyes as you moved to your window and shut it, this time, making sure you locked it behind you.

"you're a liar! let me go—" you kicked against the man's arms that wrapped around you as though you were practically nothing but a box he had to carry. tears blurred your vision as you looked at the man in front of you, his grey eyes cold as he looked at you.

you used to look up to him. your father used to bring him into your home— the only person you ever remembered visiting —introducing him as frank costa. uncle frank.

he had taken you in after your father had died. cared for you, fed you, provided you shelter. you were 16 now, making it six years since he stepped in as your father figure. six years since he claimed that as your father's best friend, that he felt like it was his duty to care for you.

it was all a lie. it was all a lie, because he was the reason why your father was caught escaping prison. it was all because of him.

"let me go!" you cried, your screams of betrayal turning into sobs as your head hung low, tears dripping onto the concrete floor. he was using you. using you to continuously steal for him in exchange for the simple necessities you needed to survive. and as you grew older, as your skills became more precise, so did his greed. your thefts grew larger. pick pocketed wallets became jewelry from houses, and then that became jewelry from museums.

you were being used. used for your skills, trained to become some thief simply to survive a day.

"i always guessed that this day would come, you know," frank said, looking at you as though you were nothing. as though those years of pretending to care was finally coming out for what it truly was; hatred. pure contempt. "you were always so clever. just like your fucking father." he punched you in the face, making you groan in pain when you felt a crack in your nose. "so fucking stupid. refusing the biggest crime family in new york for what? for nothing." another punch to the other side of your face. his crony let you go, making you fall on the floor.

a swift kick to your side made you taste iron. another kick to your back made you nearly lose consciousness.

frank grabbed you by the collar, lifting you up to study you cruelly. there wasn't anything in his eyes as he admired his work of bruises and injuries, watching as blood flowed from your nose like a continuous faucet. your eyes were half lidded as you drifted in and out of consciousness. the weight of your head was too much for you, and you found yourself struggling to keep it up.

and when you found the little bit of strength to do so, you spat in his face, the splatter bloody along the expanse of his cheek. but as you spat, your hand also curled around the gun he kept at his side.

"you fucking bitch," frank sneered at you before shoving you to the ground again, making you skid against the concrete. the rough graveled ground made gashes all along your exposed arms and legs, and you found yourself lying in a fetus position, cradling the gun to your chest to hide it from them.

and as he and his worker advanced towards you, ready to beat you to death, you pointed the gun towards them and shot them both. his worker in the head, frank in the chest.

you listened as frank choked on his own blood next to you. you sat there in that empty warehouse, listening to the squelching sounds of blood pouring from frank's mouth. pulling your legs to your chest, feeling the continuous pain from all over your body, you cried. you cried like the 16 year old you were, your back heaving with every gut-wrenching sob you let echo around you. when that was all you heard, when you were surrounded by your own sobs, you realized just how lonely you were. how you had no one, and how you wished that someone would come in to care for you. but no one did.

no one was looking for you, no one comforted you. because all you had was yourself.

patrol was quieter when he was alone.

ethan realized that now, as he watched policemen fix the caution tapes around the carpenter sisters' apartment. usually he wasn't one to shy away from playful banter with the policemen (as he felt as though they all had sticks up their asses in some way), but he had no energy. no drive. he hadn't, not for a while.

without you shamelessly commenting on everything and humoring him with your dry humor, he found the nights to be quieter. not necessarily more peaceful, but quieter regardless. ethan wasn't sure if he appreciated it, but it's what he wanted.

his mind was full of the killer, his sister, and most importantly, you. how you seemingly oozed distrust, how your appreciation and oftentimes liking for your position as a criminal made you the last person many people would choose as an ally.

but then his mind drifted to how you didn't hesitate to drag him into your home and patch him up. how, despite the memories that obviously plagued your mind, you forced yourself to continue on.

but then brought up the question of your possible knowledge of his identity. why didn't you say anything? admitting his true name did make him realize that you probably did know him outside of his mask. and that would make him suspicious of your identity.

it was all too complicated, and ethan felt so many emotions at this point, that he just felt numb. apathetic. like a mindless robot going about his day, eating with no appetite, drinking with no thirst. just surviving.

it had carried on even in his day to day activities outside of superhero work. it had been three days since the last attack, and everyone was surprised that there had been nothing. no threats, no calls, nothing. but even though everyone was surprised and only mildly pleased, they were still all on edge.

the door to his and chad's dorm opened as tara walked in with mindy. ethan didn't look up from his position on the couch, only raising his hand in a half assed wave towards them. his eyes were set on his phone as he mindlessly scrolled through social media, ready to drown out whatever they were talking about.

"we were gonna stay in tonight, maybe order takeout. it isn't safe for us to all be split up," tara said to you as you hesitantly walked into chad and ethan's dorm.

"you should join, y/n. you know, just so that we can watch over you," mindy stated, and you shrugged as you closed the door behind you. if anything, you appreciated mindy's honesty more than most.

"why not," you said in response, face falling when your eyes landed on ethan's. he seemed to not expect your presence either as he stared at you, his lips slightly parted, throat suddenly dry, face slightly flushed.

there it was again, that sense of familiarity he felt.

"hi," ethan said awkwardly, swallowing thickly as he quickly moved a bit to the side of the couch just in case you wanted to sit. "i— uh, haven't seen you in a while."

but he had. you forced a tight-lipped smile, one that didn't really reach your eyes as you took his silent offer and sat on the other side of the couch. "thanks," you murmured, looking away from him to stare at the t.v that played some show.

a beat of silence. "are you okay?" he suddenly asked you, making you glance at him. those brown eyes of his— the same eyes you always wondered were behind the mask —stared at you expectingly.

"i should be asking you that," you replied smoothly, easily lying past your emotions.

"but i asked you first."

"so?"

"so, you answer first. c'mon," ethan pushed, worry flashing in his eyes as he noted your lack of sleep.

you blinked at him. "i'm fine. i feel.. fine." another lie. "your turn to answer."

ethan shrugged, looking at the t.v show. "better than before, in some ways. i guess."

"hey—" mindy walked out of chad's room to look at the both of you, her hand covering the bottom of her phone. "i'm ordering chinese takeout right now. what did you two want?"

you thought for a second. "is it from the place on mott street?"

she nodded.

"i'll have the braised noodles and beef." you caught the look ethan gave you from the corner of your eye. "what? that place is good."

a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. "i'll have the same thing," he told mindy, who gave them both a thumbs up before disappearing into chad's room again. "d'you eat there a lot?" ethan asked you, unable to stop his curiosity.

"i did. used to be my favorite place when i was younger." you tilted your head slightly as you turned your body a bit to face him. as he spoke, it made more and more sense for him to be the web-slinging hero. ethan was more serious when he was behind the mask, sure, but the way he talked was the same.

"i haven't had the time to try as many restaurants around here as i wanted to," ethan said.

"i can bring you to my favorite spots some time." the offer fell from your mouth before you could catch it, but it made a genuine, hopeful smile appear on his face.

his smile was the same too.

you turned your body away from him and didn't speak to him after that. you had to keep yourself away from him. there was no reason for you to care.

an hour and a half passed before the food actually arrived. the entire group— tara, sam, sam's boyfriend (danny, you learned his name was), mindy, and chad —all sat in the living room, some of them sitting on the floor.

"we are not watching a scary movie, mindy! this is arguably the worst time to do that!" chad said to his twin, who only rolled her eyes stubbornly.

"the original nightmare on elm street is literally a masterpiece— chad, give me the remote!" she lunged towards him as he held it away from her, their bickering making you watch on interestedly.

you slurped a noodle, chewing it briefly before swallowing. "are they always like this?" you murmured to yourself, watching as mindy finally snatched the remote from chad. sam and danny occupied the other half of the couch, making you (much to your chagrin) move closer to ethan.

noodles slipped from his chopsticks again, a frustrated huff escaping him as he tried to pick it up again. his focus was honed into trying to pick up the noodle, so much so, that he didn't answer your question.

you turned to him, the past promise you made yourself to try and not engage faltering as you watched him amusedly. you watched for a minute until he realized you were staring, his cheeks flaring in embarrassment.

"thanks for the help, y/n," ethan muttered sarcastically. he watched as a genuine smile tugged at your lips. a downturned one, one that fit you so well, one that made ethan's eyes widen when he figured it all out.

"not for my presence, spider?" you asked, your flirtatious side coming out of you.

"your kind presence?" he tsked. "no." he said, making you roll your eyes. but he saw that rare, downturned smile that tugged at your lips.

it was you. it had been you the entire time.

and you saw the slow realization dawn over his face. the way his face paled, the way his chopsticks fell into the takeout box. the way he breathed, "you," as he stared. he finally figured it all out.

"i have to go," were the first words that fell from your mouth right as the movie began. you ignored the protests from the others as you carefully moved past them, grabbing your coat from the hook near the door.

"nightmare on elm street was about to start!" mindy protested behind you.

"y/n," ethan said, hurriedly putting his takeout on the side table. he would've nearly dropped it if it weren't for his quick reflexes, catching the box before it could drop. and spill. further. but when he looked back at the door, the door was already shutting.

the cold air hit you harshly as you walked out of the dorm building. the starless sky only held the moon as it shone down onto you, joining the street lamps as you walked down the pavement trail. hugging your leather jacket around you, your steps were quick as you made your way to your car, heart beating quickly in your ears.

"y/n!"

ethan's voice called after you, making your blood run cold. "go away," you snapped, ignoring the hoarseness of your voice as you tried to keep walking away. but he was quick to follow.

"just talk to me—"

"talk to you?" that made you turn around and look at him, an incredulous look on your face. "after all the shit you told me? after what you said?"

"you didn't deny any of it, did you?" ethan retorted, hurt and guilt flashing in his eyes. "when i asked you if you were starting to care, you said nothing." his eyes looked over your face. "i asked you to say you weren't just using me and you said nothing. you couldn't even deny it—"

"why does it matter?" you laughed in disbelief. "why do you care so much? you said it before, right? i'm the criminal? you're the hero?" you demanded, jabbing a finger to his chest.

ethan's jaw clenched in frustration as he looked at you, feeling every jab of your finger. "i didn't want you to just see me as some way to get away from the police—"

"then how do you want me to see you, ethan?" you bit back.

"as someone you can fucking care for, y/n!" he snapped. "as someone you can trust! as someone beyond just a guy you made a deal with!" his confession rang in the air, his chest heaving at his outburst. ethan's gaze was hard as he stared at you. "i wanted you," he breathed out, "to care for me as much as i was starting to care for you."

your cold gazed faltered for a moment at that. ethan was searching your eyes for something, for any sign of care, but as soon as he saw it, it disappeared.

you only had yourself. you only had yourself. he did not deserve to have someone like you.

he deserved better.

"most of the mafias knew nothing about the killer. some even admired him." you avoided his gaze, turning slightly away from him. "i'll go with the group to the theatre tomorrow, and after that, that's it. my part of the deal is done." you tried to walk away from him, but his hand took your wrist, stopping you.

you turned to look at him, eyes shining with the possibility of tears. the once lighthearted eyes of his had lost all the spark in them as he looked at you. studying you like you studied your favorite paintings. taking in your every feature, your every angle, your every imperfection. "do you really not care about me?" the question came out as a breath, his heart beating loudly in his chest as you looked at him.

you could feel tears threatening to feel. your nerves were going haywire from the argument, but also because of the fear you felt. the fear of caring for someone so much.

how could he care for you as much as you cared about him?

you shook your head. ethan's heart broke.

ACT V, EPILOGUE

#AUTHOR'S NOTE— sorry again for the fact that i had to split the last part into two parts. there's still the next part left & the epilogue!

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romanceddawn · 5 months

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i talk about yandere seto sometimes but in season 0 it is pretty much canon, like he is actively stalking yugi throughout the show and i think its really funny so heres a bunch of evidence of that:

the first time we see it is when he sends that first game master out, he's not only hiding to listen to the duel in the nurses office but its heavily implied that he's been stalking yugi for a little bit before that too

like at the end of the day anzu tells yugi not to go to the arcade and yugi kind of rushes off despite knowing he doesnt have the money, meaning this is a frequent thing he does, but whats more is that he's going specifically that day because someones told him theres a new game being unveiled. when he gets there he cant find it and has to ask about it, which is when we see a disguised kaiba lead him to the back alley to kidnap him (this killed me to watch btw, yugi has no self preservation, but it was cute that kaiba seemed to stutter when talking to him)

but this all means that he was watching yugi long enough to know he always goes to the arcade after school and that yugi wouldnt be able to resist coming, even if he didnt have the money, as long as there was something new to play. it also means he had someone plant the information that thered be a new game OR that kaiba just disguised himself and told yugi this which is what im choosing to believe

of course, then we get to see him actually stalking him in the triplets episode, literally driving by and watching him (which is so funny to think about cuz his driver must be so tired of him lol)

at first i honestly thought he was stalking the triplets but at the end of the episode there is no reveal that he wanted them out of the dueling scene or that he was even worried about them getting the card they wanted at all, he beat them extremely easily. his only reason for doing the duel is because he couldnt stand the thought of someone (that he hadnt sent himself) beating yugi before he could, so i think he was watching yugi, recognized the triplet, and got bothered by them trying to encroach in on his rival

he also apparently records yugi? this recording is just the first game master playing him that he shows to aileen, but who knows how many other times he's recorded him just in case he 'needed' the footage

this moment of him lamenting about being connected by fate is ooc for him and not really stalking but it is very yandere of him so im throwing it in here anyways

and of course i have to add the death t invitation because you know he was watching yugi and his friends that whole day just waiting for the perfect moment to hack into something and invite him as dramatically as possible (however i wont add any of the death t stuff cuz like. we know what happens and how obsessive he is there)

since having this in my drafts, the season 0 movie has been restored and posted to youtube and in it kaiba is technically looking out for rare cards but even then he's managing to get in some time to stalk yugi (also the way his employee says "i know sir" i just know they're so tired of his obsessive ass)

TDLR: yandere seto is canon thank you for your time

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s-u-g-a-r-rush1997 · 27 days

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I told you I'd get revenge on Felix, for, uh...

Being taller than I assumed, I guess? Honestly, I'm not even sure. But I had a crush on this guy as a kid, and he's honestly adorable as hell.

I don't tend to ship Felix and Turbo, but I do like the dynamic. I feel like, if anything, they were at least familiar with each other. Felix was the first to recognize Turbo, after all.

And They Were Neighbors

Pairing: Felix x Turbo

Rating: Slightly suggestive

Warnings: None

It likely started out of courtesy. Polite small talk and a pie as a welcome to the arcade. It's something Felix might not have gotten when he was first plugged in.

My personal headcanon is that Fix-it Felix the arcade game was made in 1981, as it reminds me quite a lot of Donkey Kong, a game released in that year. Arcades were at their peak in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Felix might have been among the first to be plugged in, and as such, would have never gotten that warm welcome.

So it's significant to him. Especially if Turbo Time is either his first neighbor on that side, or possibly even a replacement for a game that had to get unplugged.

The Turbo Twins adore him. He's sweet, overall pleasant to talk to, and he brought them pie. They're just as loud and competitive as Turbo, just not nearly as aggressive about it, so I think they'd get along just fine.

Turbo, on the other hand, doesn't get along with Felix initially, at all.

Everything's a competition to him. It's baked into his code. So with Fix-it Felix Jr. being a particularly popular game, he can't help but see Felix as a rival.

Felix is a pretty passive man, though. I don't think he'd just sit there idly if Turbo decided to outright insult him, but he'd be the last person to pick a fight.

It pisses Turbo off. From his perspective, Felix isn't taking the whole rivalry thing seriously. In fact, he's actively brushing him aside.

The first time he curses in front of Felix, which likely wouldn't be too long into their first conversation, Felix scolds him for it. Tells him to watch his language.

Absolutely curses in front of Felix just to try and make him mad.

That's not to say Felix doesn't curse. I think he probably tries his hardest not too, but some of the Nicelanders - and Turbo of course - have some pretty foul mouths, and phrases and words tend to rub off on people if you hang around them long enough.

Turbo loses his shit laughing the first time Felix curses.

Teases Felix, of course. How could he not? Felix has likely censored and scolded him multiple times at this point for cursing.

This is likely the only time Turbo has actually managed to fluster the man so thoroughly.

Oh boy, once he learns Felix is susceptible to teasing, it's over.

Teasing turns to flirting real darn quick. Flirting turns to little touches. Red is very much Turbo's color, but he enjoys seeing it on Felix.

Felix will flirt back, once he gets a good enough hold on himself. It's probably something cheesy and sappy, but it's enough to take Turbo off guard.

The two of them kiss. Felix initiates, much to Turbo's - and his own - surprise.

Turbo absolutely bites during and/or after the kiss. He's absolutely a biter and I stand by that.

Regardless, this whirlwind romance - if you can even call it romance - likely doesn't last too long. It's 1982 when the two first meet, and 1987 at the time of the Roadblasters incident. It's only really five years that they have to get to know each other.

For video game characters who are essentially immortal barring any surprise power outages and unpluggings, who can spend years without any change in personality, doing the same thing every single day and still find joy in it, five years is pretty short.

Still, it hurts. He was starting to like Turbo.

To see him again after witnessing first hand what Turbo had done, to have believed him dead, would hurt like hell.

I think he'd be okay, though. He has Calhoun. She knows what its like to lose someone you love, and she knows how badly it hurts to have old wounds reopened.

#wreck it ralph #turbo #fix it felix jr #turbo x felix #80s boyfriends #slight angst towards the end #suggestive #slightly suggestive

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zhounauts · 11 months

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lowkey ; n.riki

inspired by lowkey by NIKI // nishimura riki x f!reader

warnings: not proof read, cursing, secret relationship (?)

wonder what I'll do when the cops come through, and the whiskey's run out

you had told yourself that you’d stay for an hour at most, yet it was past eleven and your promises to study for your chemistry test were long forgotten as you slam shot after shot.

“YEAHHHHHHHHH!” hanni and danielle scream, just as drunk as you are. you giggle, snuggling closer to your best friends and swaying around like an idiot. music pounds in your ears, and the heat radiating from all the people in the room keep you warm. as you drunkly float around the room, someone passes you a shot that you down quickly. the alcohol burns your throat, and you crinkle your face, slightly disgusted.

as the burn fades, a moment of clarity happens and suddenly you’re very much sober. not only that, but in this moment of clarity, you spot who might just be the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.

'Cause I've been lookin' at you since half past two Wanna take this downtown? This liquid courage got me way too honest

“who is that?” you ask hanni, pointing at the boy. your drunk friend squints, before descending into a fit of giggles.

“idunno-” she slurs not paying any attention and grabbing another drink. you stare at the boy, and suddenly your sobriety clears and the alcohol clouds your judgement.

“i’ll be back,” you say, without a thought making your way across the room, confidence buzzing through your system. you slow down as you get closer to him, squinting in the dim lighting of the party to try to make out if you recognize him or not. you come to a stop in front of him, and he meets your eyes. you offer him an eye-crinkling smile.

“hey, i’m yn,”

“riki,”

no one's gotta know, just us and the moon 'til the sun starts wakin’

midnight runs to seven eleven, not-so-quiet facetime calls under the covers, and late night playground meet ups were the times where you and riki could fully show your relationship.

no more of the secret looks, lingering gazes, and secret signals that the two of you sent to each other in the hallways at school. so as you lay wrapped up in your weighted blanket, watching through yoru phone screen as riki plays splatoon on his nintendo switch.

“you winning?”

“no dammit! i just died!” riki exclaims, “ughhhhh,”

“aw it’s okay, i still believe in you,”

“i’ve had enough,” he huffs, setting his nintendo switch down, “what are you up to?”

“admiring you,” you wink, sending him stupid finger guns which make him blech.

“i just shuddered,”

“harassment rizz,”

“chronically online,”

“you put up with me still,”

“you know i’ll always put up with you,”

up's the only direction I see as long as we keep this low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low-key (ah, ah, ah, ah)

“hey i gotta use the bathroom,” you tell your friends.

“want us to come?”

“no!” you say a little bit too quickly, you clear your throat, “no no it’s fine, i need to shit honestly,” you lie.

“we did not need to know that,” danielle deadpans.

“yes you did,” you answer quickly, glancing down at your phone screen.

hey come quick

all the guys left already

“i’ll be back before the game starts!” you exclaim hurriedly, dashing from the stands. your phone rings as you run, and you pick it up.

“hey, where you at?”

“on the way rik, i’m not built for long distance running,” he laughs into the phone.

“i’m in that small storage room next to the locker room so there’s an even smaller chance no one will see us,”

“smart as always,” you smile into the phone, “i’m coming in,”

“alright, see you,” he says, the phone call drops as you eagerly make your way through the silent hallway.

“locker room. . .” you mutter to yourself, looking for the door.

“BOO!”

”AHH!” you scream, riki smothers your scream and gives you a boyish grin as he pulls you into the small room.

“holy shit riki!”

“wuss,”

“your wuss,”

“thats right,” he says, pulling you in for a hug.

“good luck on the game, you got this,”

“mm,” he mumbles, “i always got it,”

Take a shot, take a chance, take my hand, boy Tension so intense like an asteroid Be discreet, gotta dodge all the tabloids

“yn?”

“hanni?” you answer your phone groggily.

“oops, did we wake you up from your nap?”

“yeah” you answer, “what do you need?”

“danielle and i are outside doofus, let us in,”

“what?”

“don’t tell us you forgot about halloweekend!”

“oh shit,” you say, “hold up give me a second! fuck—”

“don’t you have a spare key? we can just—”

“NO!” you exclaim, “just wait let me get dressed!”

“yn are—” you hang up the phone, and quickly toss it aside to shake riki awake.

“riki! riki!”

“whathappened?” he mumbles.

“danielle and hanni are coming over. over as in they’re outside right now,” riki’s up in an instant, shooting up from his sprawled position on your bed.

“what?”

“you can slip out the window that's in the bathroom,” you quickly say, “it leads to the back,” he nods quickly following you out.

“i’ll see you later riki,”

“call me,” he mouths, before slipping out the window.

Let's not think too much, there ain't no problems So long as we keep this Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low-key

“do you like what we have?”

“what?” you ask, “what do you mean by that riki?”

“i mean,” he scratches his head, “i was talking to jake today and he said that girls don’t like lowkey relationships like ours. i mean— i just don’t want you to feel like i’m keeping you hidden,”

“riki of course not,” you answer quickly, “ i like what we have and i like this whole lowkey thing. i like that we don’t have expectations or pressure form other people, i like that it’s really just us in this relationship,” riki smiles, and he presses a kiss to your temple.

“i like it to, and i think i might love you,”

“you think?”

“nah, i’m sure,”

Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low-key

a/n

ngl this is the first time i've written in months, this isn't proof read AT ALL i just wanted to post something cuz my account is well uhm, dying!!

pls lmk how this is!

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oceanwithouthermoon · 10 months

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Talking about Saiki and SA here a bit, btw, just a warning~

Thinking about how you said Saiki was a victim of SA and you’re literally so right. I feel like people sometimes just blow right past the fact that Kusuke is like that with his brother, but I think it can add a lot to interpretations of his character. But even if it only goes as far as what is shown in canon — which I almost doubt — it still remains the fact that Kusuke is doing all of that knowing fully well that his brother can hear him. It’s literally sexual harassment.

People point it out more often with Teruhashi and her brother (back to the reasons you said, people think it’s more serious if it happens to women). But the things he does, that’s all sexual harassment. And yet when Kusuke does similar things, it’s often brushed aside. Just,,, a bit crazy to me.

(And that’s not even mentioning when people completely disregard this part of Teruhashi’s story and act like she’s one-dimensional,,, but that’s another story)

But all this to say you’re literally so right. Anyways love you mwah =^•w•^=

THANK YOU SO MUCH. I NEEDD PEOPLE TO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS MORE.

(heed the sa warning + abuse and incest warning before opening, i talk a LOT here.. im mostly just reiterating what happens directly in the manga though.. ALSO EXTREMELY LONG POST WARNING..)

I always viewed kokomi and makoto + kusuo and kusuke as like.. paralleling each other ? not sure if thats the right word, but IMMEDIATELY when i saw both of these dynamics i made the connection.. i guess since it was so clear to me, i assumed that it was so obvious and on purpose that everyone else knew too, but so many people just.. ignore it..

i think most people that read/watch saiki k have recognized the fact that most main characters are meant to parallel or relate to saiki in at least some way, (if anyone who doesnt know what im talking about is reading this, im sure at least someone on here has done a better breakdown on that, i just.. dont know where to find that..) but this particular connection is one i dont see often and i genuinely believe that its almost entirely because of the whole "sexual assault/harassment isnt as serious when it happens to men as when it happens to women" thing.. most of the fandom acknowledge that what makoto does is awful and kokomi is a victim, so why is it different when its kusuke and kusuo ??

its EXACTLY the same.. what we see on screen with the saikis is WORSE, actually.. and what WE see from these two relationships isnt the full extent of what the two victims experience off screen, and i strongly believe that its heavily implied that both kokomi and kusuo have been through much worse with their brothers than whats shown..

we have no idea what kusuke couldve done BEFORE moving away and creating the telepathy canceler (and dont say that he couldnt have done anything cuz they were kids, cocsa [child on child sa] is still a thing and still valid, ESPECIALLY since they were both kid geniuses and kusuke definitely KNEW better.. but yea, kusuo implies that hes been like that for a long time, way before we ever saw them, sooo..) and its highly likely that whatever happened that we didnt see, before or after the move, was WORSE than what he does ON screen (i honestly dont want to think about what a guy with an incestual obsession with his brother does with cameras everywhere in his brothers home..) and what we see him do is already insane..

literally using his brother to get off, manipulating him and forcing him to play the games that give him sexual pleasure.. actually, speaking of, ive seen some people say that what kusuke does isnt really incest because the only reason he uses kusuo is because hes a masochist and kusuo is the only person that can overpower him.. this is a total misfire LOL, his upbringing alongside kusuo and his relationship with him is the REASON that hes a masochist, the ENTIRE REASON why thats what he gets off to.. its not just CONVENIENT that kusuo is there to get him off, he SPECIFICALLY seeks kusuo out and forces him to do things that give him sexual pleasure.. he believes that kusuo is the only person in the world that can ever give him sexual pleasure, what about that doesnt sound incestuous?

and one of the worst parts of it is, kusuo BARELY acknowledges how weird it is.. in fact, he's COMPLACENT in a lot of the games, obedient even, being bribed into them the same way he does with simple things like bringing kuniharu to work.. this is the biggest reason why i believe the off-screen stuff is probably worse, because kusuo is obviously conditioned to think that letting your brother get off to you is just.. fine.. we hardly see him try to get away from this situation beyond simply calling him gross.. theres one moment during the cat tank situation where kusuke tries to get him to grab the limiter off of his crotch specifically so that he can see him in that position and kusuo looks terrified and cant do it, BUT its unclear whether the expression of fear was entirely his concentration because he didnt wanna break the limiter or because he didnt want to let his brother get off to that, and i think its mostly the former ? idk, i dont remember this part that well but im preeeetty sure..

he does acknowledge that MAKOTOS behavior is bad when he sees it, but he never thinks its a big enough deal that he needs to help her or anything, (except for maybe the okinawa situation) which i know is probably just for the sake of not letting the gag manga get too serious, BUT it can also be explained pretty easily by this whole thing.. the way kokomi is treated is literally the same way kusuo lives his life, even down to their incestuous brother being possessive to the point of berating their potential love interests.. (which in this case happened to be each other, kusuo and kokomi..)

so yeah, kusuo just. doesnt really know how bad it actually is ? or maybe he does, but doesnt acknowledge it because he doesnt WANT to.. him barely acknowledging it and being complacent is part of why some people dont really get that its sa and incest, but his complacency obviously plays a big part in how its effected him too, like thats purposeful.. like i said, hes been CONDITIONED not to acknowledge it..

to me, it looks like a classic situation in which kusuo doesn't acknowledge his trauma because he knows that if he did, it would change his outlook on his life, his family, and his childhood FOREVER. he would never be willing to tell anyone or ask for help on his own accord, and accepting that there was anything wrong in the first place means, to him, dealing with that issue by himself for the rest of his life.

why would he ever admit that anything was wrong if nothing would change either way? the only thing that WOULD change is HIM, and why would he want that? isnt it better to be blissfully unaware than to knowingly suffer in silence?

plus, he genuinely does love his brother and knows in the back of his mind that kusukes feelings toward him comes from their unhealthy upbringing and relationship and its more complex than just "hes an evil guy blah blah.." because he isnt really evil and kusuo KNOWS that.. actually, he might be the only person in the world who COULD understand..

so yeahhhh.. kokomi and kusuo are both CANONICALLY victims of sexual harassment.. (and incestual abuse at that..) and, by my interpretation, implied victims of sa as well !! (im not really sure where the line can be when it comes to this sometimes, like when your brother sniffs your bedsheets and rubs himself on them or gets off to you right in front of your face or tries to get you to grab something positioned over his crotch so he can see you in.. THAT position.. but i already said that its pretty likely that both brothers have gone farther than that off-screen..)

anywayyyy.. this is so important to me and i wish people would talk and write about it more instead of pretending it never happened and mischaracterizing every one of these characters, especially for the sake of a ship like i was talking about in my other post.. it sucks that people so often just cast kusuos canon issues aside..

#i really wish this was talked about more..#i referenced a really old draft to write this that i never posted because i couldnt figure out the phrasing #so thank you for giving me the opportunity to finally talk about this in detail lol #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #saiki kusuke #teruhashi kokomi #teruhashi makoto #sa tw #incest tw #abuse tw #meows post #meownalysis

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howlsofbloodhounds · 1 month

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Delta anon here again and I've got another headcanon for you:

Delta and Beta are very touch starved (as are all of the Epic Sanses, honestly), and absolutely love physical affection/attention, but don't necessarily know how to ask for it, much less how to ask for it without being embarrassed by showing vulnerability and admitting they need things.

(Beta's also probably not used to being allowed to ask for affection, due to our headcanon of him maybe being abused before he had fallen into the underground, so he was probably taught from a very young age that initiating affection wasn't allowed or okay to do, or that affection might turn into hurt.)

And since the Epic Sanses have all been friends for probably years, they most likely began to be able to pick up on Delta/Beta's cues on when they need something but don't want to ask. Said cues might be lingering around a bit too long, sudden physical touch or affection, randomly bringing up something relating to their need so they can see how their friends would react before they attempt asking. Stuff like that, probably.

(They test the waters like this, mostly because they're too embarrassed to ask for the attention/affection they need, because vulnerability is not a concept they're good with yet. Sure, they're vulnerable with their friends in some ways, but they'd rather die than ask for affection/attention straightforwardly.)

Color and Epic would also just eventually get used to Delta/Beta becoming more and more comfortable with them physically over the years. It still takes Delta and Beta a bit of time to feel comfortable asking, so instead of asking like a normal person, they settle for initiating - subtle nudges, leaning against/on them, stuff like that. And eventually once they got comfortable enough, they'd probably be fine with just silently cuddling right up to Color or Epic if they need the attention and aren't getting it.

Lucky for them, Color and Epic are patient and are able to understand what they need after a while. If they see Delta or Beta getting fidgety or trying to subtly initiate affection, they'll gladly reciprocate and offer affection.

(In my mind, it's sort of like how a cat wants attention but would rather die than be normal about it and ask for pets. It also might be how cats pretend to show disinterest, but in reality, they do want the attention.)

Thoughts?

I think this is a wonderful but also kind sad headcanon, although the thought of them getting better at initiating physical affection eventually makes me very happy.

It actually kinda reminds me of how I picture Killer and his cat-like ways. I usually view him (at least while in Stage 2) to have been so used to either being denied what he wanted or needed, or having those things held over him and used to control him, that he just started detaching from ever needing or wanting anything—which was only encouraged and reinforced. Really helps to convince someone that they’re an emotionless being if they believe they no longer have needs or wants.

So I always pictured that once he realizes that he actually needs something (id imagine itd be a lot harder for him to recognize or care about a want, if he’s internalized that what he wants doesn’t matter), he’s basically gonna do just about anything to get what he thinks he needs and to keep it. Manipulation, intimidation, blackmail, mind games, people pleasing and fawning.

Which is why I often think it’d take a long time for him to do things like express affection or ask for it openly if there’s no reason for it—those things are often tools for him, and he rarely wants affection for affection’s sake.

But when he does, he engineers reasons and situations and excuses for why someone has to touch him or why he has to touch someone else (this last one is often easy, considering he relies on physical touch for grounding, he can either use his rep as a disrespectful asshole who doesn’t care for others’ physical space to hide his grounding technique, or he can use his grounding technique with closer people such as Color as a justification for why he’s touching.

Or he may even do things like let Color hold his hand, with the justification of “keep him happy, and he’ll stay,” even though Killer wanted to hold hands too lmao.)

(making someone so mad they hit him, “accidentally” getting hurt or cutting himself so someone has to touch him to treat his wounds and they have to do it gently and carefully unless they want to hurt him. (which in the case of someone like Color, who claims so often that he doesn’t enjoy or want to hurt Killer, this type of situation also doubles as a test, a sort of landmine that Color has to be careful with.

Because although Stage 2 does enjoy pain (he would very likely enjoy being hurt by Color lmao), if he’s hurt in a “vulnerable” position by someone like Color, then he will just take it as proof of his fucked up worldview—and it’s likely that it could potentially have a ripple effect on to Stage 1, who does not enjoy being hurt.

Which must be so exhausting for Color, having to navigate what is and isn’t a test for him—and sometimes im sure color just sees right through him and calls him out on it.)

This also allows him to comfort of less vulnerability and a lot more control of these interactions—someone is only touching him because he made this situation where they have to, and they do not need to know that he wanted them to touch him. Which suggests a want, suggest an attachment, which—in his mind—can then be used against him if that person realizes the “power” they have over him.

Silly fella and his fucked up little world views on relationships and power dynamics.)

Which all in all, I’m sure helping and understanding Delta and Beta’s problems with asking or starting affection is more like a breath of fresh air. I’m sure this is mainly because, compared to Killer’s innate distrust for others, his control issues, his little tests and naturally manipulative ways, and the conflicting desires of his Stages, this is much more straight forward.

Color would likely take notice of Delta and Beta’s tells, notice even small things like their lingering, and would at least be able to tell that they want something—and can either ask directly (perhaps instead just asking them if he can have a hug, rather then having them ask for it), or just wait for them to feel ready to.

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nonotnolan · 2 years

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Our Deal

For a roommate that I’d found off of a Craigslist ad, I had to admit that I could have done worse than Hayden. The listing itself didn’t give me a good first impression-- asking for a photo reference prior to any sort of in-person interview seemed odd to me, and a few of the “interest compatibility” questions he asked felt like he was looking for a boyfriend rather than a roommate. Still, I didn’t have the budget to live alone right now, so I applied anyway.

Honestly, I’m glad I did. Rooming with Hayden was a life-changing experience, and that’s not something I would say lightly. My life had started to fall into a rut, but with his help, I was actually starting to get in shape. In a really weird, roundabout sort of way... but at least I was getting results.

“I was worried something had come up today,” I said, watching Hayden walk in through the front door. “You don’t usually spend all of Friday night out at someone else’s place.”

Hayden just laughed. “Nah, man, I wouldn’t want to change this arrangement for the world.”

It was an unusual arrangement-- one that shouldn’t have been possible-- but it was one that was beneficial to both of us. Hayden owned a relic that allowed him to swap bodies with a willing participant, which we used every Saturday afternoon without fail. Hayden spent the entire day at the gym, building up my strength, and I spent the day at home doing the chores that needed to be done. Not that I enjoy doing chores, of course... but I’d rather be cleaning than spending time at the gym. Hayden felt the opposite, so it worked out quite well for us.

Hayden pulled out the solid jade relic, a hollow tube that required each person to stand close enough that the tube formed a connection from forehead to forehead. It was the sort of thing that seemed like a dumb prank the first time around, but by now it was second nature.

“Have fun working out!” I said, watching my body grab the gym bag I’d packed this morning. Honestly, it felt like I was taking advantage of the guy-- neither of us were tidy people, so as long as I kept on top of the dishes, I didn’t even bother with any of the rest of the cleaning. Maybe once a month I’d pull out the vacuum, but that was about it. He spent all evening at the gym, while I spent maybe a half hour cleaning.

But hey, he still hasn’t complained about our deal. More time for video games for me.

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I had been skeptical about choosing Adam as my roommate-- I was hoping for someone who was a solid wall of muscle-- but there was something about his face that I found irresistible. He turned out to be pretty naïve and trusting, which is also a huge plus. I told him that I enjoy playing basketball at the rec center after I’m done working out, and the dope believes me-- as if I’m the type of person who spends three hours playing sports?

I keep waiting for him to figure out what I’ve been doing inside of his body, but so far he hasn’t said anything. I’ve been using his body for Grindr hookups, and he has no idea. He’s slender enough to appeal to some of the bears, yet hairy enough to dominate some of the twinks. His body really is fantastic for gay hookups, and it’s completely wasted on his hetero ass. I’m still waiting for someone to recognize him on the streets when I’m not inside of his body but... so far so good.

Today I feel like dominating some twinks, so I wash out his hair gel and try to get an intimidating selfie for today’s Grindr profile. I almost feel bad, taking advantage of the guy like this, but I’m not a complete asshole-- I always make sure to use protection. Not to mention the part where he’s getting muscle definition out of this. And hey, he still hasn’t complained about our deal.

#male body swap #gay body swap #casual body swap #selfish magic #roommates

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cottagecorrosive · 9 months

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*Tears of the Kingdom SPOILERS*

Okay, so I've seen some fanart that may line up with my thoughts, but I just have some stuff I wanna say after beating tears of the kingdom. The ending was very sweet and wholesome and it is literally the best ending possible for the circumstances. HOWEVER, I think it would have been more appropriate (may not be the right word) if Zelda stayed a dragon and LINK completely lost his arm.

So like, it was stated many of time that consuming the forbidden fruit gummy would result in an unchangeable and unthinkable transformation. I'm glad Zelda came back in the end, but as far as themeing goes, I feel she should have stayed a dragon. The monumental sacrifice to transform yourself into something you wouldn't even recognize to MAYBE get this decayed weapon to your companion thousands of years into the future so they can defeat the apocalypse (again). Although, the reason Zelda did so was because she had unwavering faith in Link - and vice versa - even though she is completely unaware of his state in the future. The last thing she saw was Link falling with her and his arm and his sword completely busted. But she still had faith because Link is the only thing in Hyrule that she can rely on. No matter what happens, Link will be there. So she makes this sacrifice to become a dragon and help Link kill the Demon King. There are a few moments throughout where there is some longing between Link and Zeldragon, which are quite somber. And by Link slaying the Demon King and ridding Hyrule of evil, her sacrifice was not in vain. In my opinion, her transforming back into human form takes away from the impact of that decision. While her initial decision believed she would not come back, within the themes of the story it makes it feel less (to me at least). And think about the bittersweet ending it would've been if everything was better and Hyrule was safe and Link just looked up to see her at all times. Sad, yes. But without her Hyrule wouldn't exist.

In addition, I believe Link should have permantly lost his arm. As stated at the beginning, the damage was beyond repair so Rauru just gave Link his arm / power for a bit. And in the end he used said power to heal both Zelda and Link's arm. However, I think it would've been way rad if Link, along with the help of the sages, took on the Demon King and they had to use all their collective powers to do so. And to land a final blow (since the Demon King is literally the most powerful being in Hyrule) they used Rauru's hand to weaken him, and tear away from Link's arm (though it's just a smooth stub now), and use the master sword to finish him. (And I feel the final fight was a bit lackluster but that's neither here nor there). Link would then straight up not have his right arm anymore. And it would've been cool if either Purah crafted Link a new arm from sheikah technology or if he simply lived without it bc disability doesn't need to always be "fixed." I was thinking something similar to Finn from Adventure Time honestly.

In conclusion, I believe Zelda should have stayed a dragon and Link should have fully lost his arm because it would fit better with the themes and make for a more interesting story. What I think both Zelda and Link's arm represent are sacrifice and loss for what you believe in. They were both willing to give up a part of themselves (though Link kinda unintentionally) to protect those they care about and safeguard their home. The end would've shown that their actions were not in vain and that it was worth it. I feel getting things back to "normal" takes away from these themes and the impact of these events. This is my headcanon bb. In addition, all the cute zelink stuff could've taken place between botw and totk so you could have both "haha cute couple" and "I lost my arm and my gf is a dragon now. That's rough, buddy" at the same time. :)

P.S. This is just my opinion I promise pinky. I heavily enjoyed this wonderful game (I finished it after all) and think the ending is really wholesome and great for Link, Zelda, and everyone else. Maybe I just wanna see my little guys suffer. Who knows.

#legend of zelda #SPOILERS #totk spoilers #loz totk #totk #zelda #zelda botw #zelda totk #link #zelink #au #headcannon #totk link

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spoiler-alert-andabunchofnumbers · 9 months

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Let's talk about Tidus and Yuna, shall we?

As someone who enjoys FFX, this probably should have come a long time ago. Tidus and Yuna's characters in the original Final Fantasy 10 are excellent.

Tidus successfully portrays a seventeen-year-old boy in this fantasy situation - slightly annoying, slightly arrogant because of his famous father and his own famous Blitzball career, and utterly overwhelmed by being thrust into an entirely new world without knowing if he can go home.

While FFX tries to fake you out into thinking it's a time-travel story where he has been thrust 1000 years into the future, the city of Zanarkand is a physical location in Spira that just requires you to be made of pyreflies to enter (aka dead or a summon). This makes Tidus essentially a summon, which is an interesting theory for another day. This means Zanarkand is just a place that hasn't changed in 1000 years, likely in some infinite loop imagining and reimagining people who had once lived there - warping them slowly over time, but ultimately just trying to keep the city alive (which is how we got Tidus from Shuyin, I think, idk I really don't care for 10-2's plot). The fayth were trying to imagine what would happen if Zanarkand was never destroyed, but I think they simply would have started running out of ideas for new people who lived there, so it did end up looping old characters into slightly newer forms. Like fanfiction characters, honestly.

But it's so great to see Tidus's journey. He starts the game a confused outsider just trying to survive, someone who doesn't mind speaking up about how he feels and what he believes. His outsider perspective provides a means for the audience to be introduced to Spira's world building as well, and we also get to see an unbiased point of view to Yevon's religion - and not necessarily a disrespectful one. Tidus, though he doesn't preach Yevon as a devout follower for his entire life, still tries to make an effort to be respectful of the good parts. When Shelinda corrects him, "That's MAESTER Seymour, or LORD Seymour", he says "Sorry, I'll be careful."

He dashes into the Cloister of Trials to save the summoner who might be in danger, regardless of the rules or presincts, because he's got a childish outlook life and a good heart despite his many inital arrogant qualities. He wants the best outcome, he's willing to believe in doing the right thing even when it's hard, and yeah it's unrealistic at times, but it's a breath of fresh air for the people of Spira who live rather docile lives always in fear of Sin and dedicating themselves to the kindness of Yevon's teachings. He admits "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea" after he breaks the rules for the first time, and watching Yuna on her pilgrimage and how she interacts with the people who admire her for her father and her own summoner status allows Tidus to humble himself while still remaining fundamentally defiant to anything he doesn't agree is right - aka Yuna sacrificing herself.

Religion isn't always a bad thing, and FFX makes a point to emphasize this. The people of Spira are kind and respectful, banding together in the hard times and unting together to have hope. Yuna is initially a beacon of hope - all summoners are - making people smile and flock to her wherever she goes, and she gives people respect and encourages them to have faith not only in her, but in themselves as well. Even when she's branded a traitor, a significant number of people recognize Yuna's dedication to the people and immediately believe the next tale about it all being an evil Al-Bhed rumor.

Yevon's corruption is just a few people abusing their power, twisting a good message into a cult-like dedication. Wakka is the most notable case, but technically all of the characters go through a period of blindly believing in the teachings and Yevon and eventually finding their own path. Even Tidus, who didn't grow up believing in Yevon or knowing its teachings, finds that the people's way of life living in rightful fear of Sin has them NEEDING Yevon and the messages of kindness and compassion it preaches. Maybe they shouldn't believe in everything the Maesters say Yevon is, but he can understand the intentions behind it and how the regular, uncorrupt people just live their lives trying to be good.

Now that I think about it, the parallels between Yevon and Blitzball actually make a lot of sense - Blitzball is the entertainment people go to in order to forget about the fears of Sin, and Yevon is the religion people worship in an effort to band together and have hope against Sin. Huh. No wonder a Blitzball sign for victory became a religious thing.

Anyway, Wakka eventually apologizes! He recognizes that the Al-Bhed are just people. They don't believe in Yevon's ways BECAUSE they care, just from a different perspective. Just because they don't believe in Yevon doesn't mean they're savages, and when their Home is destroyed by merciless Guado, he hears them singing the Hymn of the Fayth to respect their fallen as well. Wakka admits he didn't want to hear anything he didn't agree with, that he was a jerk, and Cid agrees that he's hated Yevonites just for being Yevonites too.

Here's a Wakka glare just for our collective amusement.

Who were we talking about? Ah, Tidus.

Tidus is indeed a whiny character, childish, toeing the line between humor and annoyance. But he matures throughout the course of his journey, caring for the entire crew but Yuna especially. When they reach Zanarkand and learn the truth about the Final Summoning, Lulu tells him, "If you want everything, you'll end up with nothing," and he replies, "But I want everything!" His unwavering hope and optimism even when everyone is telling him it's impossible is necessary for the story, to tell the characters that yes, your sacrifices will be pretty and give temporary relief, and you'll be dead and martyred and remembered - but how can it be right? It's not.

From his basic, outsider, new perspective on this world he only just joined, it's not right. He didn't grow up with this being normal, so even in comparison to the Al-Bhed, he knows that it's not.

There's a saying somewhere that I forget the source, but basically it goes like "Children are raised to believe the world is good and fair but are outraged when they grow to learn it is not." Tidus asks what an ADULT would do, sacrificing a summoner and just moving on with their lives like it was fine to give one life for many, just happy it wasn't them. Adults are indoctrinated into a way of life and a way of thinking, and it's extremely hard to get people to change their minds - but not, as FFX proves, impossible. Both he and Yuna are still kids, kids who are still able to grow up to see the world for what it truly is.

Yuna was betrayed by Yevon, all her beliefs torn down and the hope she had placed on the system shattered. But she continued her pilgrimage. She dreamt of all the fun things she could do if she quit, knew that all of her friends and Guardians would accept her choice, but she knew she could never let it go. She stood up to the Ronso saying that she was fighting for the people, not the temples or Yevon - impressing Kelk Ronso who says she has an iron will that towers over Gagazette's peaks.

She has given her everything to this trip, but it's not fair. Just because it's the right thing to do doesn't mean it's right - and you need a character like Tidus to put his foot down and say no. Everyone is willing to sacrifice themselves, everyone is willing to be the one to die so that others can be happy. But it's not fair. It's not right to let anyone die, even if they're willing, even if it's one for many. It's a temporary fix, it's feeding an endless cycle of lies and false hope. It's not real.

But it is YUNA who ultimately makes the choice to say no. All this time, she's been insisting she keeps going despite both Rikku and Tidus's protests and desperate attempts to get her to change her mind. She's been the most resolute out of all of them to go through with this, but in the end, it's not Tidus or Rikku who kill Yunalesca before she can get the chance or present her a stirring enough argument or some alternative. No, it's Yuna who asks directly what the cycle of the Final Summoning and Sin mean, hearing that the hope they offer is false, and when asked who will be her fayth, everyone is silent, waiting for her answer - because it is Yuna'a choice, Yuna's pilgrimage, Yuna's story. And she says, "No one."

She would have gladly died for the people of Spira, but she is done. She isn't going to join into this cycle of death and lies. Her father chose to become a summoner and defeated Sin, but it was because he truly believed that it would make a difference. He died because he had hope, and maybe it was indeed false hope, but somewhere deep down, he really did want to find a way to stop Sin for good. He and Jecht went into that battle hoping that Jecht and Auron would find a way to break the cycle. And let's be honest, they did. Tidus and Yuna were brought up differently, but they end up seeing each other's sides of the story and agreeing on so many things. The people are worth fighting for even when they're being misled.

Yunalesca's argument is that sorrow will always exist, and false hope is all anyone can offer to soften the blow. But Yuna is ready to live with her sorrow and brave whatever comes from it. She will find her own hope, even without knowing there will be another way, and she knows she will conquer it. She proved it long before she reached Zanarkand, after enduring Yevon's betrayal; now her methods have changed, but her end goal is as resolute as it's always been. She's going to defeat Sin, and she's going to give people REAL hope, even when it's hard.

Yuna says no to Yunalesca. She joins in the fight to destroy the Final Summoning forever, and slowly she learns that she can function beyond Yevon's teachings. The team who made 10-2 seemed to think that Yuna needed to toughen up and become some kind of badass (which they failed at portraying, Yuna is an utter wreck in that game and let's not talk about how Rikku devolved), but she was already a freaking strong character! She stood up for herself the entire game as a strong-willed summoner willing to give her life for the cause, but she also stood up for herself by declaring she would LIVE. It's entirely in character for her, even when she's changing her mind and broadening her horizons. Yuna was the character who smiled even knowing she was on a long, slow journey that would end in her death, who was willing to do it if it would make others smile too. That is a strong character right there.

I do agree that she might not know what to do with her life now that she doesn't plan to die, but come on, don't make her into a wanna-be who tries to pretend like she doesn't care only to reveal yup she cares, what a pushover. Her caring nature is what makes her great to watch! Frustrating when she tries to do everything on her own with the Seymour thing, but entirely in character. Empowering when she makes her own choices and decides for herself. I don't know why she does nothing for two whole years during Eternal Calm but okay maybe I can see it. But for her to try doing a 180, respecting no one and no one respecting her even though she DEFEATED SIN was such a mistake. Plus the mini games in 10-2 are utterly atrocious. Anyway, tangent over.

But then the script has flipped at the end of 10. Tidus is the one that realizes Zanarkand is what Sin is protecting, that defeating Sin will make the whole city and everyone made from the dream disappear. He is the one who has to sacrifice himself for Sin to be defeated. Unlike summoners, however, Sin won't come back if he does this. He's grown across the journey just like Jecht did, following a summoner and learning what it means to want to give your life living in hope that it'll save everyone else.

Yuna has to sacrifice the Aeons she's forged her own bond with - which, remember, every summoner makes a unique bond with the aeons. She has to say goodbye to Auron, see Sir Jecht only one more time as he gives his life as an Aeon and uses the last of his power to give his sword for the final battles to fight on (did ya notice that?). Then, in the final tragic scene, Tidus becomes intangible and tries to say a cheerful goodbye, apologizing for not being able to show her Zanarkand like they had pondered when Yuna was dreaming of the things she'd do if she abandoned her pilgrimage and lived. Now, Yuna is the one having to say goodbye to the one sacrificing their life. The soft piano, the wailing of the colorful pyreflies as they disperse with all the dead, it's freaking beautiful man.

Yuna's final line hits hard too, her speech about how everyone has lost homes, dreams, and friends. They can build new homes and new dreams, even if they can't get back lost friends. "The people and the friends that we have lost...or the dreams that have faded...never forget them." Get it? Be...Because Tidus is a dream that faded? Anyway I'll just be crying in the corner over here don't mind me.

In the end, it's sort of understandable why Yuna just sits around in Besaid after the end of 10 during Eternal Calm. Maybe. Not only did she have no plans for her life after Sin was defeated (thinking she would be the one to die), but she lost her entire purpose in life AND she's reeling from the fact that even though she made the choice not to sacrifice herself just for everyone else's false hope, someone still had to give their life - Tidus. Someone still ended up dying for the cause, even after all she went through deciding to live.

The ONLY moments I actually respect Yuna from 10-2 is during the end, when Nooj volunteers a plan to give his life to win the battle (which was already stupid even before Yuna's speech because we're talking about an Unsent, Nooj your plan does nothing to stop someone who's already dead, idiot). Yuna's lines are extremely good and well voice acted too: "'We had no choice.' Always 'We had no choice.' Those are our magic words. We repeat them to ourselves again and again. But you know... The magic never worked! The only thing we're left with is regret. No. I don't want this anymore. I don't want friends to die...or fade away. I don't want battles where we have to lose in order to win."

It also demonstrates better than that stupid minigame how difficult it was for Yuna to have destroyed the aeons she had forged a bond with. What I'm saying is, fuck Beclem and everyone else who dares disrespect Yuna, summoners, and everything they went through. Even though that time and age in Spira might be over, that's NO reason to immediately scoff in the face of everything all those people went through - everything YUNA sacrificed and endured for the sake of these ungrateful whelps.

Both Tidus and Yuna were excellent protagonists of X, despite both of them having a lot of growing to do. In conclusion, let me make use of this fun poll feature if you made it this far down:

#long post #this got really long #final fantasy x #ffx #yuna #tidus #ffx 2 #I named my dog Tidus and he responds only to Tie-dus #If we all agree to pronounce it one way #canon means nothing #character development #rant #final fantasy #final fantasy 10

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charleslee-valentine · 8 months

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Butterfly Bleu

ship: LG x Stretch x Chop Top (Bobby Sawyer)

word count: ~3,900

warnings: Alcohol and drunkenness, briefly implied abusive family dynamics, very mild sexual content.

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Drink in hand, an arm around her waist, Stretch observed the crowd of bodies.

Chaos isn’t her thing, she’d much prefer spending tonight with her honey alone, but what the boss says goes, so they’re throwing their little publicity party, and she’ll pretend she isn’t irritated by it.

The alcohol is disgusting. She takes one sip and grimaces, looking around for something to focus on other than the taste damn near close to gasoline that lingers on her tongue.

One man manages to catch her eye.

Even with LG holding her close, she’s been looking for something more. Her heart just longs for a kind of love that can fit more than two people in it.

It’s something they’ve talked about, something he claims to be more than okay with in theory. Stretch knows his jealous little heart might take some time getting used to it. It’s sweet honestly, how defensive of their relationship he gets. Nobody ever cherished her like LG cherishes her. There’s reason to believe he’d tell her honestly if he didn’t think the whole multiple partner thing wouldn’t work.

So she doesn’t feel too guilty about getting caught up on the man across the room.

There’s something eye-catching about him, be that the waist length, inky black hair swiveling about, the rainbow tie-dye shirt straight out of the sixties, or the way he sways and jostles to the music. She likes his energy, likes his carefree nature, even if she can tell he’s had a few too many to drink.

Thing is, this is still a party for the station. A ploy to bring in all the employees and the sponsors and shit to this idiotic get together so they wouldn’t give up on the ridiculously long shifts. But this special man, well Stretch doesn’t recognize him at all. Looks like they’ve got themselves a party crasher.

After a while of just watching, she leans into LG a little more strongly, asking him, without ever looking away from her point of interest, “Who do you s’pose he is?”

An expression reminiscent of a pout, and a little shrug of his shoulders, is all the answer she needs, even before he follows it up with, “Hell if I know, darlin’.”

Huh. She must be being obvious then. It’s not like the hippie and her redneck have enough in common to say she has a type. Maybe LG even got his eye on the man too.

Stretch’s mind is made up in a heartbeat.

“I’m gonna go talk to ‘im.”

LG though, he holds on a little tighter, scowling his distaste, “You up to date on yer shots?”

Now, his mean and his teasing are two totally different animals. She’d know it if he really didn’t approve. His voice gets all deep and his face gets all red in that way that makes her stomach flutter. This is just part of his game, the son of a bitch.

She gives his shoulder a light smack, and scolds him, “LG!”

His hands raise up in self defense, “Just sayin’ honey. Boy don’t look like the mingling type.”

Mhm. Alright.

She lifts her chin up and defiantly declares, “Well I think he’s cute.”

The confirmation softens LG enough for him to uncoil his arm from around her and let her go off on her little adventure. He’d stay close behind, but the flirting isn’t really his thing, never was. Softy.

Stretch pulls away after one final press of her lips to his cheek, and marches her way on over.

“Hey there.”

The object of her affection whips to look at her, blinking his eyes fast, like he’s gotta focus back in on reality. A smile stretches across his face, slow and lazy-like. Yeah, he’s more than a little tipsy. Something she notices in his smile, is he’s got an overbite. Cute.

After a moment of just looking, he waves, shaking his fingers in a little rippling motion. His giant smile turns into a loose giggle. Lord, this boy is wasted. Probably explains why they ran out of beer bottles an hour or so ago and had to dig some out of stock.

So, it becomes less about asking his little ass to bed, and more about taking care of him.

First, niceties. “Haven’t seen you ‘round before. I’m Stretch.”

He nods for a long time, letting her nickname sink in. Or maybe just not realizing he’s supposed to say something for a moment. Eventually, he bursts out with, “I-I’m Bobby! M-My brothers call me Ch-Chop Top though.”

Doesn’t sound the most endearing. Stretch raises an eyebrow.

“Would it be rude of me to ask ya why?”

“Oh, i-it’s ‘cause of this. Lookie.”

Without waiting a second or even taking a breath, Bobby parts his hair, pulling back the long strands to reveal a crude looking scar. It spans across almost the entire side of his head, in a thick jagged line.

For some reason, Stretch’s instinct is to reach out and touch.

The more strange thing is, he lets her. Locks eyes with her and leans into the foreign touch like it isn’t weird at all.

Her fingers trace the mark, imagining the ghosts of pain, feeling the tugs in her heart for a stranger. Some kind of connection brought her over here, and dammit it’s keeping her rooted to the spot.

Soft is the only word for it when she asks him, “What happened there, honey?”

“‘Chete. I-I-I let my guard d-down.”

Seems about likely for a boy who let her touch a vulnerable place like that. Stretch doesn’t know what to say, other than that she kind of wishes she could’ve been there for him back then. Not the most appropriate sentiment to share right away.

Lucky for her, LG was snooping. He presses close behind her and asks, making assumptions from the nature of the wound.

“So, you a vet’ran then?”

Stretch puts her hand back on LG’s chest, but rolls her eyes at him, playful more than anything, “Don’t worry ‘bout LG. He likes mindin’ other folks' business.”

“Hey, I served two tours in ‘Nam myself.” LG isn’t really offended, but he could pass it off as being so. It’s cute how his voice gets all high when he gets defensive. For the sake of the one who doesn’t know this story already, LG addresses Bobby with a further introduction, “Chief warrant officer in the navy.”

Bobby looks like he’s thinking for a minute, like it takes effort to remember his own role in the war, which wouldn’t be too surprising since it’s been years, and a head injury could do that to ya, “A-Army staff s-sergeant. V-Corps trained.”

Stretch doesn’t know much about the military beyond what she needs to, the violence and the toxicity is even less her scene than some random party. Still, even she knows that that position outranks LGs unit.

LG himself raises his eyebrows up, impressed, and gives a flirtatious little salute.

Their beau seems to blush, though it’s hard to tell in the lighting of the dimly lit party, “Aw, g-gee.”

They can however be certain that he twirls his hair around his finger like a cartoon character on a first date, all flattered and shy now.

LG looks to Stretch and Stretch to LG. They’re both just a little bit in love.

Thoughts start to wander. Things like arms around little waists and kisses on pale skin. Both of them get a little lost in it.

Bobby interrupts the intensity with a simple question after leaning into their space, “H-Hey, what’s this-this p-party for anyhow?”

Stretch answers automatically to pretend she isn’t flustered from getting caught in such a mind space, “New record for listeners on our radio station.”

His eyes get all wide and shine with excitement, that leeches into his limbs as he bounces slightly, “Y-You’re th-that Stretch?”

So he’s a fan. Stretch smiles bright as LG, always a little bitter about nobody knowing his name from the radio, gives a little scoff.

She gives her man a little bit of a shove but keeps her attention on Bobby, “The one and only.”

That confirmation only seems to make him more excited. He taps his fingers together and widens his stance, rocking back and forth on his heels, “Me a-and my little brother, B-Bubba, we listen to ya a-all the-the time!”

“Then you know I’m not so interesting.” Stretch denies.

It’s not false modesty. Droning on about radio contests and fun facts about Texas isn’t exactly Stretch’s idea of enthralling. Trust in it that as soon as she can find a better gig than working shifts at the station with her honey, she’ll be leaving the head banging music far behind in her past.

“N-No way! I-I think you’re the-the cool-est!” Bobby insists right back.

Guy’s got some of the longest hair Stretch has ever scene, shades on in the dark, and did time in the service, and he thinks Stretch is cool? Mark her down as pleasantly surprised.

Enough of this introductory awkward flirting. Stretch takes his hands and brings him closer, right up to where she can finally see the color of those eyes behind the purple hue of the glasses. Pretty pale blues.

They tic and twitch and never focus on one thing. For just a moment, Stretch considers putting a little distance between them again. If there’s drugs in his system, she’s not interested. There’s a reason she doesn’t date the college dropout losers her own age.

But she can feel him tense up, feel the little jerks of his muscles spanned out over the next few moments, and feel him trying to force them away. She’d heard of a syndrome like that and her beau must have it.

In the face of feeling him try to pull away and hide it, the motions many have probably told him were shameful, she makes sure it’s known how she feels.

“It sure flatterin’ having someone like you say such nice things about me.”

It’s his turn to get a little bashful.

Bobby’s cheeks flush pink enough to put a rose bush to shame, highlighting the wine colored birthmark on his cheek and making it appear a striking red. Stretch really, really wants to kiss it. So she does.

When he turns his face away to hide his blushing, she presses her lips to his skin, real gentle, barely a ghosting over.

His lanky ass arms squeeze a little tighter, finally realizing just how close the two of them have gotten. Maybe because of that, or maybe to hide that he’s so damn flustered, he speaks up.

“Oh, you wanna d-dance, Miss Stretch?”

Good enough excuse for holding a handsome stranger in her arms and kissing on him. She exchanges holding his hands for wrapping her arms around him, even if she were one to let him lead, the height difference might have made it a little difficult. Low around his waist is more her speed.

“Sure thing, honey.”

The music isn’t good, it’s the signature shitty riffs they play on the station, but she’s not gonna lie and say it isn’t any good for grinding up against a cute boy. And, alright, maybe she’ll admit she’d had a few tonight even though the liquor was gross. Something nice about getting lost in the contact and the heat and the thumping of a bass guitar in time with two heartbeats.

Three really, they haven’t forgotten LG.

Stretch reaches behind herself for him and tugs him closer, a little flutter in her chest when he puts a hand on the small of both her back and Bobby’s, keeping them close together.

“H-Hope I-I’m not step-steppin’ on no toes, officer.”

There’s a glint in his eye to match his sharp smile. Something competitive and playful, but neither of them miss the little bit of hope there too.

LG, for his part, doesn’t admit to the underscores of jealousy in his heart that struck down past attempts at this before they even got this far. A little shrug is all he gives, “Don’t mind it none. Girl don’t belong to me, so...”

“That’s right, I don’t.” Stretch gives a satisfied hum and kiss to her man, the silent praise that he’s trying to get out of his comfort to get what he wants. Which is, “But me and LG don’t mind sharin’, do we honey?”

LG just shrugs again. So he’s still a little shy. That ain’t a crime.

Their Bobby isn’t shy though.

“Y’all’s s-swingers ‘en?”

Just coming right out with it.

Might not be the word they use, but it’s good enough for now. Stretch can’t help herself that she gives a giggle of a laugh, “Somethin’ like that. You interested, sugar?”

It’s not like they love ‘em and leave ‘em, this is meant as a lasting sort of arrangement. Still, gotta start somewhere, and he seems pretty into the idea.

“S-Sure! I-I could use me some-some action.”

Dork. Stretch snorts at him and holds his face in between her hands. Giddy on alcohol and mostly love, she decides to kiss him, on the mouth this time.

Bobby kisses like a starved man. Hell, the way he’s trying to jump her, he’d have probably knocked a tooth out if Stretch wasn’t in control. Just the tiniest tug on a few strands of his hair has him back off enough they both get a second to breathe without choking on any tongues.

In that moment, with their boy hunched over and hiding in her shoulder, LG comes on the other side and reminds in her ear, “Darlin’, this guy’s drunker’n a jaybird. He ain’t comin’ home with us tonight.”

As if she’s perfectly sober. Spiked punch ain’t the same as her usual drink or two on the weekends. Only sober enough to have her senses about her.

“I know it, LG. But I ain’t gonna leave him for any roamin’ paws and pricks in this place.” She gives her reasoning firmly.

LG narrows his gaze just a little, “Well, get a move on, girly.”

Ah. So he’s gettin’ riled up. She’ll hold him to that later. For now, she’ll agree it’s time to get the hell out of here.

Instead of reigniting the kiss, she poses her Bobby a question, “Sugar, how’d you get here tonight?”

It takes him a bit to remember. For once, while he’s wracking his brain, he seems totally calm, and it’s almost unsettling. Loose energy is his natural state much more than worrying.

Finally, he recalls, “I-I come alllll by my-myself. N-None of m-my brothers is even w-with me!”

No way he’s driving his little ass anywhere like this. Stretch gives him an offer, “LG and me, we could take you home, honey.”

Not even the vagueness could lure him in. Maybe he sensed they intended to put him to bed and get a good breakfast in him and the morning and wanted nothing to do with the domesticity. When he shakes his head no, Stretch almost gets disappointed.

Turns out, he has a different kind of domesticity at home. The nagging family kind.

“N-Nah. Old m-man won’t be happy. I-I’s jus’ g-gonna stay out for-forever.”

“Our place then? LG can sleep on the couch.” Stretch immediately counters, just teasing some to make him comfortable.

“Hey!”

LG’s pouting doesn’t last long.

“Th-Thought we was sh-sharin’?” Bobby accompanied his comment by slinging his arm around LG and leaning more into him.

A packed party isn’t the best place for it, but it’s nice seeing him follow through on half of the deal. Nicer when LG turns the soft red color of the checks on his shirt.

He only pretends to roll his eyes as he clumsily fishes his keys from his pocket with the weight of two tipsy lovers against him, “Oh, alright.”

Parting the crowd and getting to the door is the easy part. Stretch leads, the three of them forming a chain by locking hands. It wouldn’t be too strange to try to stick together through the mass of bodies. Nobody would know about them, so long as they got out now.

“C’mon then. But you’re gonna keep your hands to yourself, okay?”

Bobby’s a-stumbling, but he’s happy and giggly as ever, barking in response, “Yes, m-ma’am!”

Only, as soon as they get him inside LG’s convertible, he’s passed out. Like a goddamn lightswitch. Stretch finds a flannel overshirt in the boot and lays it over him. Seems like the right thing to do with the top down and all. And it’s just romantic.

All ideas of romance go out the window when Bobby woke up and hurled his guts down the side of the car. At least it was on the road and not when they’d been on the dance floor.

Stretch turned around and rubbed his bony back through it. The alcohol and the disorder in his body and the old head wound, it couldn’t be good for anybody. LG had grimaced about his Chevy taking the hit, but at least asked up on him after.

Guarded as he is, he’s right about having a soft little heart under it all.

LG even carries him inside once they get there, and does, in fact, give Bobby his usual spot on the bed. His defense is that it’s different now that he got sick. Sure, sure. Stretch won’t burst his bubble just yet.

She will wander into the kitchen to make herself some tea though. Ain’t no way she’s going to sleep with this much of a buzz. A warm cup of lemon and honey usually seems to help clear her system.

Nurturing the mug, perched on the arm of the ratty couch, she asks LG, “Think he’ll wanna stay?”

“We sure he’s got any place else to go?” LG leans back in a reclined position, arm slung up by Stretch, but she can see his gears turning. Sweet thing isn't as relaxed as he can look.

Stretch tries to be reassuring, “He said he had family. I trust him.”

Doesn’t do much. LG thought of something she hadn’t. “Still don’t mean he really does. Lots of boys like us come home found out their families wanted nothin’ to do with ‘em.”

She doesn’t really see what difference it makes.

“Well it’s up to him, then.”

“And you’re alright with whatever he decides?”

Uh-huh. Stretch isn’t buying this. She puts a hand on LGs chest and gives it a push, sinking him back into the cushions just a bit. “You seemed quite fine when he was complimentin’ you. Jealous.”

“I ain’t-“ She rolls her eyes before he finishes, but he starts over in stride. Arguing like it even matters, “Vanita, I ain’t jealous.”

If he insists.

Stretch wears a smug little smile, hand drifting to his thin curls so he won’t hold it against her, “Good. Bobby’s gonna stay LG. Long as he needs. So I suggest you quit your poutin’.”

It isn’t the arrangement he objects to. LG isn’t going to lie and suddenly pretend he wasn’t interested. It’s just her teasing that gets him all flushed and irritated. He’s going to object to it again, “I ain’t-“

But Stretch isn’t hearing it. “Hush.”

Instead of letting it sit, she leans down to him and gives him a soft kiss. Something to tide over his longing heart maybe. Or just to shut them both up before their cat and mouse game turns a little more into a predator's vicious chase. No fun in that.

“Oh, awright.” The kiss softened him up. A little kindling of a smile even starts to spread across his face. Along with an idea in his head, “I’m checkin’ on your guest.”

Stretch won’t even try to hide how happy that makes her. The little burst of pleasant energy she gets is expressed by a wiggle in her shoulders, and a scrunch of her nose from how hard she’s smiling.

“Go ‘head. Give him a kiss for me.” To accentuate, she blows LG a little smooch, over to where he’s starting to walk away.

Of course, he pretends to be grumpy and swat at it like a bug flying around his head. Once he’s alone again is another story though. Well, alone with the sleeping Bobby in their bed.

Even in his sleep, he has those little twitches and jerks. They’re more subtle, but the motion never stops, not fully.

His scar is probably partly responsible for that. Peace don’t come easy. Not for anyone that saw what he would’ve, let alone with his injury.

Like this, LG can see a few places where the marred flesh stands out, barely hidden by a few strands of hair. The sickness he feels isn’t disgust, but remorse. Sadness for how much this lone soldier had gone through. More than they’d ever know probably.

When he’s sobered up they can ask Bobby about his situation, but talking ain’t the same as living it. Even his own career ending injury- a bullet two inches away from his spinal cord -wasn’t nothing like that, just enough he needed some monitoring, but not the counseling.

Maybe if he got it worse, he’d be just as wayward, just as eager to lose himself in some sleazy affair.

A new spark of sympathy lights up in his heart.

It’s all a game normally, but this, this man in their bed, ain’t nothing but serious. Ain’t gonna play it off or hide it when he fixes the covers over the damned skinny thing, ghosting the faintest kiss over his temple on the same side as his scar.

Wither way couldn’t have hidden it from Vanita if he’d wanted to. She’d silently crept her way over to watch from the doorway.

Like he’s been caught, defeated even, LG offers a monotonous, “Hell. Guess we’re keeping ‘im.”

“Oh, I knew you couldn’t say no!” Stretch tries to keep her voice low to not disturb sleeping beauty, but it crackles and squeaks with excitement.

It’s worth seeing the way she lights up.

She bounces her little ass over to him, her bracelets and little silver earrings a-twinkling. Not one for hiding emotion, at least not here in private, she’s overloaded with enough of that cheer she can’t keep it all inside.

Burying her face in his chest so the sound is muffled enough to not wake Bobby, she downright squeals. Would be a waste not to wrap his arms around her.

LG sways with her a moment, til enough of the happy feelings fly off and leave her be. It’s then he decides to tumble with her into bed, clothes on and all, on the side that would usually be hers alone.

Turns out the three of them could share the bed after all, so long as someone squeezed in the middle. Stretch assumed that position tonight, knocking out almost as fast as their beau had once she finally hit the pillows.

That just leaves LG, watching over and deciding, that even if he was admittedly a little more difficult than usual about the choice, he wouldn’t take it back. Against all hell, they’re gonna fight to make it work this time.

#chop top sawyer #bobby sawyer #vanita brock #stretch tcm2 #lg mcpeters #chop top x stretch x lg #my writing #iron butterfly fic titles for them and nothing else

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dark-night-hero · 2 years

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Imagine Kozume Kenma meeting his significant other for the first time.

Imagine you, a gamer yourself happened to get stuck at a certain level that causes you to get frustrated because no matter how hard you try, you just can't do it. Leaving you to search your way on the net, leaving your pride behind as you do so. That's were you first saw him. Coming across at what it seems to you was still a small time streamer but his contents were actually helpful.

Imagine being meeting him through Kuroo, you who happened to be one of his close friends back in the university. Being an introvert person you are, you're to be expected to get picked up by an extrovert person like Kuroo.

Imagine as you were watching a stream you have missed the day before, headset on as you made your way into the university, being a freshman year you are, you really can't afford to missed nor be late for your lectures. Kuroo who happened to be in the same course and is of course a classmate of your happened to be arriving the same time as you suddenly approached your unsuspecting form.

"Oh it's Kenma." "Kodzuken you mean?" "Yeah, Kenma." He pointed at at the screen. "Uh? It's not Kenma, it's Kodzuken, Kuroo-san" You roll your eyes. "Yeah I know, but seriously (First name) he's Kenma." "Oh really how do you know?" You spoke sarcastically in which he just shrug and answered, "He's a friend of mine." Oh really? As if you'll believe that.

Imagine as months have gone by ever since that day and here you are at a cafe on your comfortable casual clothes as you wait for Kuroo and his friend. Ordering one cup of americano to keep your sanity, having many pending projects to do but still, you cannot ignore how Kuroo have been wanting to introduce his friend 'Kenma' to you.

Imagine as you took a sip of your coffee, you felt a tap on your shoulder and there is your classmate in his glory, a hooded guy behind him.

"Hey, sorry we're late, Kenma just finished his volleyball practice you see. Ah, this is Kenma by the way or should I say Kodzuken?" Kuroo smiled sheepishly at you.

Imagine the way your eyes widen, wanting to say something as you do recognize the man right behind him, now walking across you to take a seat. "What? Cat got your tongue?" Kuroo chuckle as he sat down beside the one and only Kodzuken.

That's when you clear your throat, rolling your eyes at Kuroo, you put your attention on the guy right beside him who seems to be more interested on the menu rather than the two of you, look like not wanting to be here and would rather go home in a minute and well, you can feel him.

Imagine not to long after that, Kuroo stood up on his seat, going on to order some snacks for them leaving the two of you alone. Clearing your throat, "So.. Kenma-san, right?" That made him look at you, he who was focused on his console just a few second ago. "I'm (First name)(Lastname)." You spoke with an awkward yet genuine smile as you offer him a handshake.

Imagine Kenma, dragged upon his will on his meet up find himself looking up on his game as you spoke. Speaking awkwardly yet trying to be friendly with him. It was cute, he thought honestly. "Kozume Kenma." He corrected, holding his console in one hand as the other reach out to yours.

"Not gonna lie, I has never expected Kuroo-san was speaking the truth of being friends with you." "You know me?" "Oh yes, I watched your streams, Kuroo happened to see me and well, here we are" You said with a sigh, leaning back into your seat.

"Ah!" You suddenly realized something before looking at him who seems to be startled by your sudden outburst. "Thank you." You spoke genuinely with a smile. "I was really stuck on this level but thanks to your stream I manage to clear it. Your streams are amazing." You smile at him showing him your console of God knows where you pull that from, shoving on his face.

Imagine him, startled but then he laugh. He chuckle, hand went to cover his lips upon doing so, Kuroo just arrived with drinks and snacks on a tray, smiling but obviously confused. It's been a while since he saw Kenma like that. "What's-"

Imagine before Kuroo could say something, Kenma lean forward, hood falling back wards revealing his half ponytail pudding like hair color as he place his arms on the table, looking at you with those cat like amber iris, he lean on the palm of his hand and with a lazy smirk smile on his face.

"You're cute, do you know that?"

Imagine as you had a flabbergasted look on your face, eyes wide as bloody slowly crept up your cheeks, Kenma gave Kuroo a side glance as if asking how do you know my type? In which Kuroo just reply with a shrug, it's just a coincidence. Making Kenma roll his eyes at his childhood friend, putting his attention back at you who happened to avoid his glaze, how interesting.

#haikyuu kenma #kozume kenma #kenma fluff #kenma hcs #kenma scenario #hq kenma #kenma x you #kozume kenma x reader #kenma #kenma x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#i think kenma s very straightforward to someone he likes #oh well

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Just found out apparently the Winter Olympic Games in 10 years or so are gonna be held in Salt Lake City, Utah. I sincerely hope and pray that in the next 10 years, this fact will mean something different to me.

As it stands right now, I am pissed off. Of all the beautiful places on this green earth, Utah certainly has captivating natural beauty, but I don't trust that there may not be the influence of what is so flagrantly defining about Utah in that it is the central hub of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Something as beautiful and hopeful as a long-held tradition kept amongst all nations of the world to send some of their best in stunning athletic feats that sometimes seem to transcend humanity's physical potential to one place, so they may compete in the name of their home and a title of honor recognizing the boundaries they pushed in the name of their sport, is almost downright spiritual. I can't help but feel the parallels of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints believing themselves to be sending out the best and the brightest fledgling flames of the younger generation to spread a similar light of God, the truth of the "latter days" in today's evolving world, and unity of all of us in God's plan and in one human legacy and divine birthright for all families to participate in that binds us and seals us together. I know not all Latter-day Saints are as inclined to putting forth a presentation of righteous, precious duty for this spiritual sentiment of "being a light" or would as such be engaged in the kinds of acceptance, social change, radical hope, equality, and more that it would require, but that sentiment of all the above mentioned is baked into the religion no less, as to what its members are called to do and be.

Unfortunately, the gruesome underbelly that gets overlooked in their politeness and sweetness and eagerness to just help everyone come unto Christ, is one that suffers from absolutely crippling enforcements of conformity. Conformity that white-washes the cultures that are "invited" to join -- asks them to sacrifice aspects of their identity and assimilate into Whiteness and to alter long-held beliefs and ways of life for the sake of a "restoration of the truth"...eliminating personal beliefs, personal practices, personal behaviors, and by extension personality, and where isolated from broader cultures and one's own ability to make choices freely, to own what one finds true, to walk as one will and where one will, to find meaning, express values, call upon one's ancestors or their own sources, grow in wisdom, and so much more, as though these might not be a path up the mountain, eliminates so much identity even in one's very personhood.

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints venerates freedom, honored in a free American country with a "restoration" and the bestowing of God's keys of power to guide the world at a time that could have only been made possible then, a freedom that is held up in its triumphant insistence that the greatest gift to humans was "agency", and captivated in its role as the supreme poser of such deeply rooted human questions at the heart of our souls as to how and why we are here and the gifter of the answers - should we be free to honestly ask the question ourselves, honestly ask it of the missionaries in the world, honestly ask it of the promise laid out in the Book of Mormon to God, who will testify of the truth that sets you free. And yet. The stunning implications that it was never a choice are chained to their idea of freedom.

It was never a choice for the families that Joseph Smith encountered and who persuaded their perspectives and faith to change, families he then asked to take their young daughter's hand in marriage for himself under threat of damnation, or to women whose husbands were off serving missions in other parts of the world. It was never a choice to the people of the world today who do anything less than fully accept, with choking implications that they are denying the very thing that will save them, save them from unhappiness and unfairness. And offering this promise to the members of the world that have been oppressed, in colonized parts of the world, in enslaved parts of 1800's America, in Indigenous Native parts of the colonized Americas and colonized Utah itself, a name directly referencing the tribes that lived there. Offering this to people whose civil rights the Church's extensive arms and threaded branches in local governments lobby to repress. To the queer community that it tragically imposes the question of "agency" and "chastity" that you might just simply choose to be different. For all these people, the implication that life could be different for you. For countries of the world today in need of aid that are promised temples, for families in need of aid that are asked if they tithe. For people in the world asking for more freedom, and the levying of power that all along it will be, if you conform; from the enslaved American promised to find emanicipation in Zion in Utah under Joseph Smith's presidential platform, to the Pacific Islanders today that have family lineages populated with Latter-day Saints that move from their ancestral homes to Utah as Utahns crowd them out, to women everywhere that are promised a Relief Society for women and perhaps an advancement of the cause for women, but find themselves taught by priesthood holders about what great mothers and wives God made them to be. For people in need of guidance and counsel for self-worth and a justification to still be here in a hopeless world, that get asked about sin and "valiance" and given the choice to remain an active member for the sake of fulfilling gender roles, family roles, having posterity. The implication that families can be together forever, but only if you accept and obey to the highest order of covenants, promises you make to the entire dedication and consecration of your life to it. A culture of shaming for less than true perfection and that you must choose less if you get less, and you must have chose hell if you got it, and a power to send you there.

The Church has very carefully, very saintly, made of all its members, "pure", "converted" people striving for perfection even as Christ is perfect. Perfection that comes across to many as diligence, dedication, and integrity. Perfection that to be sure of, might reflect in the Olympic ceremonies as a reverence for that which is sacred, and an adoring display of its temples, its hallowed history of saints and pioneers, and its citizenship of those who Build Up Zion. The world community at large may be deeply saddened as many of us are to find that hallmarks of the human spirit in all the corners of the world from belief systems far and wide, ancient and new, will be swallowed up inevitably in a sweeping display of a sinister thought: that we, Latter-day Saints, are the vested light in a darkened world, and we bear the "torch", so to speak, of shining out evils that we decided long ago were not what defined the power structure of the 1800's world Joseph Smith grew up in and that have shaped the globe ever since.

Their dazzle conceals the weath it took to build it, and who it takes it from. Its celebration of oneness washes out the exclusion of those it defines as needing to "change", "convert", or "overcome" in the name of conformity. Any humility involved will belie a supremacy that earnestly, and audaciously, believes that people should be sent out into the world for the sake of one truth, and one path, and one plan, and that after death, each member should plumb the archives and annals of human ancestry to convert all to its religion in the afterlife. A family religion, a family culture, an Olympic celebration of the human family, yet damned and condemned to separation in the afterlife in tiers of glory the same as its tiered chandeliers in every temple building dotting the desert and mountain Utah landscape.

It's revolting, to me, and I find my only solace in the hope that in ten years, more progress will have been made that shifts our world just a few more degrees toward the acceptable belief that the things the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints believes are unacceptable.

#exmormon #exmo #lds #ex evangelical #exvangelical #deconstruction #deconstructing christianity #religious deconstruction #religious trauma #if you read this far thank you #ex jw

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