#and then there was a flashback to the dude having dinner with someone and the charisma hit me like a freight train

[uncouth-the-fifth]

i'd like to report a crime - Leon Kennedy/Reader

read it on Ao3.

Pairing: Agent!Leon/Detective!Wife!Reader Tags: anxious work stress + leon comfort!!, leon being a fucking goober Notes: when i'm at work I'm always picturing him swooping in to save me...... leon kennedy if you can hear me please protect me from 9-5 hell... and like I said before, I would LOVE requests or prompts for this fic, I have so many ideas but I can't commit to any of them lol.

Standing in the bullpen at work today, you had a thought. Maybe they called it “medieval torture” because that was a whole lot catchier than “a shitty day at the busiest police precinct in Washington DC.”

It certainly felt like medieval torture to you. Before you’d even stepped into your big girl pants this morning, you knew that today was going to suck. Plain and simple. Suck. Yet another presidential event was bringing the Secret Service’s jurisdiction into your already hectic station, meaning that big square dudes in suits were going to be breathing down your neck until quitting time. You had three huge active cases that needed your attention. One of those cases came pre-packaged with a deeply annoying lawyer, who, in your professional opinion, has his head shoved a foot up his ass. He will absolutely be showing up to bother you today.

And worst of all: in your haste to get to work (Leon had put some serious effort into making you late), you’d accidentally worn a pair of super uncomfortable shoes! So now every waking moment of your existence was bonafide torture.

Clamping your jaw, you glance up from the paperwork in front of you and check your watch. Three o’clock. Right, okay, you can work with that.

You slap your hands down on your desk as you push out of your seat, and it gets a satisfying yelp out of the man sitting cross-legged beside it. He bristles up like a porcupine and nasally complains, “Where are you going, Detective Kennedy? You said we could—”

“Coffee, Douglas,” you bite back to said lawyer.

The last thing you want right now is some of the lousy, watered-down coffee from the station’s breakroom, but taking mini-breaks at your desk is just not an option anymore. Douglas has been camped out there from the moment you clocked in, and since you both refuse to budge, he’s going to stay there. Breakroom it is. You wince the whole way there, cursing your shoes from hell.

Someone forgot to start another pot of joe, so you have the absolute pleasure of doing it yourself. A small blessing in disguise, really. You give the glass pot your best thousand-yard-stare the whole time it heats the water, and just when the outline of it is starting to burn behind your eyelids, you’re jolted out of your glazed reverie by a cheerful, “Detective Kennedy!”

The officer appears at your side like she was there the entire time, and you wouldn’t put it past her—Giana is the latest in a long line of rookies who have imprinted on you over the years. Good kid, but a little on the overeager side.

She gives you a sympathetic frown and launches into way too much bubbly talking for your aching head to handle. “Heyo! Man, it’s crazy today, huh? You look beat, detective. Hey, think of it this way—just a few more hours and we’ll be home free! Any fun plans tonight?”

The question triggers a movie-style flashback sequence in your mind, complete with black-and-white visuals and some tasteful dream fog. Leon, your husband, boredly poking around the aisles of a new Target by your place. Leon discovering the boys' toy section. Leon, your beautiful, amazing husband, going starry-eyed at the massive NERF Elite Titan CS-50 Toy Blaster, which you’re pretty sure you need a license to operate.

He’d tapped the Nerf box like a boy on Christmas morning. “150 foam bullets, baby.”

But it would take a lot of energy to relay all of that to Giana. So instead of explaining that you’re having an epic Nerf duel with Leon when you get home (no headshots, loser makes dinner), you cooly answer: “...Spending time with my husband.”

Giana hums. “It’s so weird to me that you’re married…” (Thanks.) “I can’t even picture you not grinding away at some case.”

The coffee machine burbles out its last sad spit of coffee. You pour a good amount into your mug, smiling, “Oh, Leon’s just as bad. We’re both married to our work. He’s just my favorite mistress, s’all.”

Giana opens her mouth to launch into another cheery tirade you can’t catch up with. You like the girl, but on top of being way too eager, she’s also painfully see-through. For example, you don’t even have to turn around to know that a gloriously hot guy has just walked into the bullpen behind you. It’s written all over Giana’s owlish look over your shoulder. Hell, you can even clock that he’s heading straight this way—not only does Giana cross herself to bid away impure thoughts of the stranger, but she evaporates into smoke out of pure shyness.

“Look out!” She stage-whispers.

Aw. Poor girl, you think as she waddles away. Considering who’s going to be unloading a clip of foam bullets into you later this evening, (what a strange double entendre), you’re basically immune to hot guys. You can handle this.

“Excuse me, detective, I’d like to report a crime?”

All sense of professionalism poofs off your face at that familiar voice. You whirl to face your husband, and in one swift slash, the ten ton weight of your stress is slapped clean off your back.

Leon’s resting stare has slowly been absorbed by his Serious Agent Face. But today, he’s smoldering less in the business way and more in the off-duty model way. In a white tee, jeans, and racing-striped leather jacket, he certainly looks the part, clean-shaven and dewy-skinned. Fuck him and his unblemished skin. What Umbrella moisturizer was he using back in the day, dammit?

You’re capable of joking again and fall flawlessly into the bit. “Of course. What kind of crime, beautiful?”

He isn’t really able to look flustered, but you think you get close to the impossible with the way his head tilts at that line. You notice that he’s hiding something behind his back.

“A theft,” he answers. The tiniest smirk twitches on his mouth. “My heart’s been stolen.”

…What a fucking cornball. The tragic part is that you find the joke pretty funny, and not completely in the ironic way. He waits for you to giggle and twirl your hair or what-the-fuck-ever, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction, ducking into his quick hug to grin into his shoulder.

You groan at his awful joke. “Jesus. You need a fork for all that corn, Leon?”

“I take mine off the cob,” he drawls in your ear. With that voice, he could make anything sound suggestive.

You’re about to pout at him for failing to return your hug, when you draw back and see that his hands are full. It’s then that Leon presents his bounty to you, bowing his head and holding his trophies aloft like a knight giving respect to his princess: in one hand, one of the stupid expensive coffees you like, and in the other… your comfiest work flats.

“How?” is the first thing your fish brain manages to say. Because, truly, how does he always know? The coffee, the shoes— “Did you put a tracker in me? One that tells you everything I’ve been complaining about all day?”

You go slumping down into the nearest seat, mystified by him. Leon sets the still-steaming coffee down in front of you and kneels, stooping to help you out of your shoes-from-hell. The strap around your ankle has rubbed the bone raw even through your tights. He gets the clasp loose on the first shoe with little fussing, then soothes the skin with tender brushes of his thumb.

“Mhm,” he hums. All you can see of him from this angle is the layers of color in his hair, deep browns and ash blondes blending into one another. The smug pride in his voice is obvious—he loves knowing he’s read you well. “Tells me when you’re hungry, too. Have lunch with me?”

Please god, your body begs. Just picturing it loosens some of the tension in your neck. Like last time, the two of you would play-fight over where to eat, and your cute little delivery boy would go pick up the winner. That way, you wouldn’t have to waste a single moment of your allotted thirty-minute lunch. Leon would pull up a seat at your desk (maybe scare Douglas off with a flash of his badge), and you’d get a blissful, uninterrupted dose of him. Enough to get you through the rest of your shift.

He’d be too deep in Professional Agent Mode to babble like he does at home, but Leon’s raspy chuckles and his hand on your knee would tide you over til’ five.

…But no, the universe is never that kind to you. You wince at Leon’s offer and drop an apologetic hand to his shoulder, still knelt at your feet and working on your other shoe. He’s too good to you. “M’ sorry, baby, but I think I’m gonna have to work through lunch if I wanna get home on time. Rain check?”

He doesn’t mind. He throws a squinty warning stare your way, not happy that you’re getting dangerously close to overworking yourself, but he understands.

A sly smile creeps onto Leon’s face as he helps you slip on a flat. “I could talk to your Captain. What if you were pulled away for a ‘federal emergency?’”

“Then I think me and my Captain would implode from stress,” you laugh. “He’d think I’d been drawn into some national crisis or something.”

Leon scoffs. “That’s only happened, like, once.”

The other flat welcomes your poor, aching foot like a jacuzzi hot tub, and you take a deep magical sip of the overpriced coffee he got special for you. It trumps the watery breakroom joe any day.

For a minute you’re so stupidly happy that you could easily punch a boulder clean off a cliff. Hell, you might even twirl your hair.

“One too many times!” You groan. Since he’s being all cute and kneeling at your feet, you can’t resist poking him a couple of times to be silly. In the chest. In the cheek. In the heart. Stage-whispering, you accuse, “I think you just like having excuses to work with me.”

Leon finishes helping you into your shoes, but he’s in no hurry to leave his spot. One of his rough hands finds yours in your lap and toys with your wedding band, twisting it, testing the groove where it’s been sitting for a few years now. Those big blue eyes fix on your face. You’re married to the guy, but something about being the subject of all his naked attention makes you feel like shrieking into a damn pillow. He’s the best. Judging by that mean little smile on his face, he knows it’s true.

He gives your hand a little squeeze and points out, “I was your partner before anyone else. We never got our buddy cop beat—so yes, I will shove myself into your world since I can’t pull you into mine.”

You’re grateful he still thinks that way. Getting him to talk about Raccoon is harder than pulling teeth, but this—your partnership, whether that be as cops in an imaginary second life, or as husband and wife—never fails to pry him right open.

You’d been asked before if it was frustrating, how your paths had split after the city had blown. The two of you had come from the same spot and endured the same things, but where Leon had soared up, you’d kept to what you knew. No part of you envied him for it. In his mind, the two of you were still the same unit you’d been then, endlessly loyal to one another. You watched Leon’s back and—clearly, he watched yours.

“You’re my favorite,” you tell him, sweetly petting his chin. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you at our Nerf duel when I get home.”

All the buttery tenderness wipes from his face, and in an instant he’s on his feet, clapping a scarred hand down onto your shoulder and bending to whisper fiercely in your ear. “I’d like to see you try.”

He smushes a kiss to your cheek, waves a friendly, “See ya,” and melts back into the current of the rowdy bullpen. You hate to see him leave, but by god, you love to watch him go.

A few seconds after Leon says his goodbye, Giana, your rookie, peers around the open door of the break room. Her patchy blush goes all the way down to her uniform collar. “...Nevermind. I can definitely picture you married, Detective Kennedy…”

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MDNI 18+

WHISPERED SECRETS Masterlist

Summary: A series of quick flashbacks of your early years with Yoongi. 

Pairing: Sister's Boyfriend Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Toxic Parent and sister relationship, underage drinking, swearing, light making out, crying. 

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You want to pull out your hair as you reread the question in the booklet that you have laid out on your desk. Right turns: When making a right turn onto a two-way street from another two-way street, which lane should you end up in? 

“AHHH!” You actually scream and bang your head on the desk in your bedroom. “Ow.”

“What are you doing?” Your sister asks from your doorway. 

“Studying for my permit,” you answer her while not bothering to turn around and look at her. You think you gave yourself a bump on the head.  You bring your hand up to check and see.

“Why are you stressing out? It's not like it's even that hard and it's multiple choice. Anyway, I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend.” she tells you. 

You turn around in your chair and see a boy standing next to your sister.  He's just a bit taller than her, dark hair, pale skin, he's cute. Oh, shit. There’s a cute boy in your room. Your eyes quickly scan your bedroom floor, hoping that you don't have anything embarrassing out…like underwear. 

“I'm Yoongi,” he says. You gulp, his voice is deep.

“Y/N,” you say softly and give him a small smile. 

“Anyway, let's go. We actually have stuff to do. Calm down, or you will make yourself fail by freaking out.” your sister is such a bitch. 

“You should encourage her,” Yoongi said, but she just rolled her eyes and lightly pushed him out of your doorway. You sigh. This is going to be a long night.  Your test is tomorrow. You're screwed. She's right. You're going to fail. 

Yoongi had stayed for dinner. Your mom was bombarding him with questions the whole time. What were you majoring in?  Do you stay in the dorms? Do you have a job?  Since your sister started college, your mother seems to think she needs to know every single detail about her life when she is not home, and you guess it includes her boyfriend's life too, apparently. You sneak a peek at Yoongi and smirk. You can tell that he is annoyed. Welcome to the club, dude. You get up from the table with your study booklet and leave for the backyard. No one even says anything to you. They never do. You settle down on a white wicker couch to reread it for the hundredth time. You've been reading it over and over again, but everything is just running together now. 

“Are you okay?” A deep voice asked. You physically jumped in shock and might have let out a squeak. “Sorry, sorry I didn't mean to scare you.”

“It's okay,” you tell Yoongi while fiddling with your booklet, your heart still racing. “What are you doing out here?” 

“They started talking about pageant dresses or something,” he sighed and sat next to you on the wicker couch. “You need some help? I can quiz you?” 

“Oh, um…I…I don't want to bother you,” you mumble. Yoongi held out his hand, and you gave him the booklet after a moment of hesitation.

“Okay, school buses,” he starts. You wonder why he wants to help you. He doesn't even know you, but you're happy. You're happy your sister found someone who seems like he might be great. He'll be good for her.

You smile, looking at the permit in your hands. You can not believe that you had actually passed. Your sister was actually right. The test wasn't that hard, and you were panicking for nothing. Your best friends Jisoo and Lisa met you at the DMV to take their test as well. Jisoo passed, and Lisa well…she tried her best. You and Jisoo try not to laugh, but Lisa is pissed and it's kind of funny. 

“Yeah, that great Y/N,” your mom says half-heartedly. “Have you seen my sewing kit?” 

“Mom I did it,” you exclaim, waving your permit in the air as soon as you get back home. Yoongi and your sister were sitting on the couch. He looked at you and gave a bright, gummy smile. 

“When can you take me driving?” You ask him. 

Your smile falls, and you look back at Yoongi. Something crosses his face, but you're not too sure what it was. As your dad walks through the door, you turn your attention toward him instead.

“Your mom will have to,” he tells you as he walks by. “I don't have time right now. I need to get back to the office.” 

“Oh, okay,” you whisper. You still feel Yoongi's eyes still on you. They feel like they are burning straight into your soul. You feel embarrassed. You feel defeated.

“I'll take you,” he says, getting up. “Give me your phone. I'll give you my number, just let me know when you want to start.” 

“Really?” You ask him excitedly. You hear your sister scoff. “Thank you.”

“Don't laugh. I hit all the cones, Yoongi. Every single one…I flattened them.” You want to cry, and he's just laughing. 

He's laughing at you. His shoulders are shaking, and he’s doubled over laughing in the passenger seat. Your hands grip the steering wheel as you glare at him. This is the second time that he has taken you to practice.  Your sister came the first time, but her criticism made you too nervous, and you started to cry before you could actually do anything. Yoongi told her that she couldn't come anymore.

“I'm sorry,” he said, clearing his throat, and he started laughing again. “I'm sorry. Listen, you have to get through learning how to park first before I take you on the road. I will go and pop the cones back up, and you're going to just breathe and calm down. We will go out to eat out after if you can do it this time.” 

“Okay,” you say. “Can we get chicken from Chic 'n’ Wings?”

“Sure,” he agrees.  You smile and try your luck.

“..... and extra rolls?” He rolls his eyes with a smile and gets out of the car. He fixes the cones, and you take a deep breath. You can do this, you do this for the rolls….and you do.

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Math. You hate math, it's boring and your teacher kind of smells like cheese. You're good at math, but you hate it. Numbers never intimidated you like a lot of other kids, you know. Lisa says it makes you a geek. You've seen her test scores. She's just as good as you are, but she lies about it. You wonder why she always lies about her grades. Is she afraid that the popular boys won't like her? Do boys not want to date geeks? Great, you'll never have a boyfriend. 

“Hey,” Yoongi says, snapping his finger in front of your face. 

“What?” you answer, looking at him. 

“Do you need help? I suck at math, but I think we can figure it out,” he tells you, looking over your shoulder at your math book. 

He's nice, too nice to you. You don't understand how your sister found someone like him. That's a lie you do. She's beautiful and smart, what boy wouldn't want her? You..you look like a potato. Not just a regular potato but one that has those things growing out of them. 

“Yoongi, let’s go, I'm hungry,” your sister whines. “She's 16. You can't baby her.”

“We can wait until she's done,” Yoongi tells her, and she huffs.

“I'm fine, Yoongi.” You tell him with a smile. “Go ahead. If I don't finish, I can always copy off Wonwoo.”  He stares at you for a second before getting up. You turn and look at them. “Where are you going? Can you bring me back something?” 

“NO! My boyfriend isn't going to pay for you,” your sister snaps.

“I have money,” you tell her. “I can use my birthday money.”

“No,” she says and walks to the door. 

“Go to the car. It's unlocked. I forgot my wallet upstairs,” Yoongi tells her. Once she's out the door, he turns to you. “What do you want?” You beam at him. 

“Anything that can fit in your coat pocket,” you whisper conspire with him.  He pursed his lips in thought and gave you a nod. He walks out, and you turn back to your homework. Yeah, copying Wonwoo sounds like a better option. 

A few hours later, Yoongi snuck into your room and handed you mozzerella sticks and a slider. He wouldn't take your money.

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The light in your closet isn't the best for drawing, but it's better than your mom coming in and seeing you do it. She hates it, and you never understood why. She says that you need to spend more time studying, going outdoors, and being with friends. She tells you how art is just a dream and that it won't actually get you anywhere. You laugh to yourself, your grades are near perfect, and your friends…Lisa is always grounded, and Jisoo is so sheltered. She can barely go anywhere without her parents. Your closet is quiet. It's just you and Marilyn in here. You can't get her left eye right.  This is pathetic. You're spending your 17th birthday in a closet…talking to your drawing. 

“Y/N?” You hear Yoongi call out for you.

“I'm here,” you answer back, not bothering to leave your sanctuary.  

“Where are you?” He asks with a chuckle. 

“Closet,” you answer back. You're going to wear a hole in the paper if you keep erasing. The closet door opens, and Yoongi gives you a bright smile.  “Hi,” you say and look back at Marilyn.

“You draw? I didn't know that,” he said and knelt down to you sitting on his knees. “It's really good.”

“Don't tell anyone. Please?” You ask, and he tilts his head at you in contemplation. 

“I won't,” he promises and digs into a bag he brought in with him. In his hand, he produces a cupcake with blue and pink icing. He places a yellow striped candle in the middle and proceeds to light it.  “Make a wish,” he holds it for you in front of your face. 

You close your eyes and wonder what to wish for. To get better in art, to finally get a boyfriend, maybe one like Yoongi. Maybe you should wish for your parents' love and attention. Taking a breath, you blow out your candle…you don't wish for anything. 

“Happy birthday,” Yoongi whispers and kisses your cheek. 

Shit! There’s butterflies in your stomach, and you try not to blush. You can't like him. He is not yours to like.

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“What are you all dressed up for?” Your sister asks you.  Your turn to look at her. Yoongi is beside her like always, except he looks at you like….. you're not sure, but it feels different. 

You thrifted your dress. Not really, Lisa let you borrow it. You told your mom about getting a date for homecoming. She said she would take you dress shopping and out to lunch…she must have forgotten. The dress is a light pink and might be a little tight….okay it's very tight, but it looks fine…in fact, your boobs look amazing. You just might not be able to breathe all night. Lisa told you just to take shallow breaths, and you'll be fine. You shouldn't pass out. You trust her. She wears tight clothes all the time. You're happy your parents weren't home tonight. Your dads company dinner was supposedly more important. There was no way your mom would let you out in this dress if she saw it. You know she wouldn't deem it as ladylike. 

You head downstairs to wait for your date. You couldn't believe Wooseok had asked you. You blushed and stuttered through your acceptance, embarrassing yourself. You think he only asked because Lisa is going with his friend Kino. It's fine because you're going to have fun even if it's a pity date. 

“Homecoming,” you answer her. “I'm waiting for my date.” 

“Date?” she questions. “Did you pay him?” She chuckles at her own joke.

“Don't say that,” Yoongi told her. He looked mad. “Anyone would be lucky to go with her. You look beautiful. “  

“Don't lie to her,” your sister says, rolling her eyes. You think one day they might get stuck back there. 

The ringing of the doorbell breaks the tension in the room. Yoongi looks at you and smirks. He bolts to the door. You try to cut him off but stumble in the damn heels that you're wearing. He laughs, dodging your reach, and opens the door with a glare on his face.

“Can I help you?” he tried his best to sound bored. 

“Uhhh, is Y/N here?” Wooseok asks. You try to shove Yoongi out of the way, but he holds onto the door jamb. 

“Yoongi, move,” you demand.

“What time is the dance over?” Yoongi asks Wooseok.

“Ummm….11 I think,” Wooseok answers.

“Okay, have her home by 9:30,” Yoongi tells him, and you hit his arm. You finally manage to move him. 

“Don't listen to him. Let's go,” you say and look back at Yoongi when you get outside. You want to flip him off. You almost do it, but you don't. 

“Who was that?” Wooseok asks as he opens the car door for you.

“That’s just Yoongi.”

                                                           

Woosoek shoves his tongue in your mouth. His hands are pawing at you in that tight ass dress. Is this what kissing is supposed to be like, so much…..spit? You're not gonna lie. It's kind of gross. Lisa and Kino are right next to you behind the equipment shed on the football field in a similar position. You go along with it, not wanting to ruin the little party you were invited to. Wooseok pulls back and reaches into his jacket. He pulls out a slim bottle with dark liquid. You've never drank before. 

“Whiskey,” he tells you and kisses you again.  He moves to attach his lips to your neck and sucks pretty hard…it kind of hurts. 

Kino pulls away from Lisa and takes the bottle from him. Taking the first drink, he hands it to Lisa. She looks at you but doesn't hesitate and takes a drink as well. She coughs and rubs her chest. They guys laugh at her, and she joins in the laughter with them. Wooseok goes next, then you. 

“It's okay, sweets,” Lisa whispers. “It wasn't that bad.” 

Taking a drink of the dark liquid was awful, and it burned. You start coughing, and Wooseok claps your back. It was... it was that bad. Kino takes the bottle from you, and it gets passed around again and again.  Wooseok kisses you again, way, way more spit this time. You wish Jisoo were here. She wouldn't have let this happen. You don't feel so good.

“Fuck, sweets. What do we do?” Lisa slurs at you. Your dates are passed out.

“I'll call Yoongi,” you tell her. Your vision can barely focus on your phone screen. “He'll get us.” 

“Noooooo, he haaaattteeesss meeeee,” she whines. You don't listen and make the call. 

“Y/N?” Yoongi answers the phone. 

“Yoongi, don't be mad.”you try to plead with him. 

“Heeee haaaatttteeeesssss meeee,” Lisa wails in the background, and you start crying.

“What the hell is going on?” he asks.

“We’ve been drinking,” you cry. “I don't feel good.” 

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks. “Where are you?” 

It didn't take him that long to find you. You can hear bickering, and your heart stops. He brought your sister with him. Their argument is getting louder the closer they approach. Lisa passed out not long ago, your stomach is turning, dates still snoring.

“Grab Lisa,” Yoongi tells your sister. 

“Why can't you grab Lisa?” she hisses at him. 

“Can you just not fight me for once,” he hissed back.

Your body gets picked up off the ground. You moan, and your stomach flips. Yoongi pulls you closer to him as you rest your head against him and walks quickly as he can to the car. He doesn't say anything. He just carries you. He places you in the back seat and rolls the window down for you. 

“I have to go and help with Lisa. If you throw up…aim for the window,” Yoongi tells you and surries off to help your sister. You can hear her bitching at him again.  A cool breeze comes through the opened window, you breathe it in,  You're causing problems and you hate yourself for it.

The sunlight streaming through your windows hurts your head. You spent most of the night on the floor in your bathroom. The cool tiles felt good against your pounding head. You hear the garage door open. Your parents must have left for the farmers market, which means it's still early. You drag yourself out of bed and head downstairs. You hope maybe some water will help. 

“Still alive?” You jump in shock and gasp. Fuck, you hand goes to your head, it really freaking hurts. “Do you know how worried I was when I heard you crying?” Yoongi asked.  

“I'm sorry,” you whisper. “My sister is mad at you for helping…”

“No, don't worry about that,” he cuts you off and walks up to you. He grabs your head gently and turns it ever so slightly to the side and hums. 

“What?” you ask. He brings up his phone camera, and you look. “Oh.”  A huge ugly purplish mark on the skin of your neck. 

“Did it go any further than that?” he asks, and you shake your head no. “Go back to sleep.” he tells you and walks off. 

You think he's disappointed in you, and that hurts.

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It's finally into your senior year. You turned 18 not too long ago. When you walked into your room, you saw a single cupcake with a candle stuck in the middle. A note, with a match sitting by it on your bed. Picking up the note, you smile to yourself.

Make a wish, MYG. 

Yoongi didn't forget. It's been so long since you have seen him or your sister. He moved out of the dorms at college last winter and into his own apartment. Your sister pretty much pretty much lives with him. They don’t come home that often, but you don't blame them. This place sucks.  But he didn't forget.

Your mom, who had been a stay at home mom for as long as you can remember, decided to go back to work. She said she found it hard to stay home in such an empty house. Thanks! She must have forgotten that you still lived there. She, of course, had been too busy to do anything for you. Jisoo's family had made you a birthday dinner that night. You were happy to have friends who actually had caring parents.  This birthday, however, you did make a wish as you blew out your candle. You wished to get the hell out of here. 

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Christmas break flew by, and you go back to school tomorrow. You are screwed, you have become very lazy this year and you didn't finish your science homework. Strike that, you didn't even start and it's already 10:30 at night. You walk quietly to your sister's room, where she and Yoongi are staying. They were just there for the weekend. You listen for a second before you slowly open the door. Your sister was sound asleep, and Yoongi was typing away at his phone. The bright light illuminated his face. 

“Psss,” you say quietly. Yoongi's eyes fly to you, then to your sister's sleeping form. You wave him over to you. 

“Don't you have school tomorrow? You should be sleeping,” he lightly scolds you.

“I need help on a science project. I need a diorama of the solar system,” you explain.

“How much have you done?” He crosses his arms, waiting for you to answer. 

“None,” you answer, and his eyes narrow.

“When's it due?” he's suspicious.

“Tomorrow,” you say quietly, and his eyes widen. “Please, please, please.”  He sighs in defeat.

“I can't get this fucking sun to stay up,” his growls and his eyes look to you. “Sorry, don't swear, it's not a good habit.” 

“I have a hot glue gun,” you tell him.

“I don't think that will work,” he says. “ I think it might be too heavy.”

You two have been working on this for hours now. You look at your alarm clock and see it's well past midnight. You hadn't been completely unprepared,  you had all the supplies. You just needed help with painting the foam balls….and attaching the strings to rods….attaching the actual rods. Shit, you're screwed. 

“What's going on?” Your mom asks as she opens the door. “Why are you in her room?” 

“She needed help,” Yoongi told her, going back to fiddle with the rod holding sun.

“Y/N, I told you to do that a week ago. You are so irresponsible. How the hell are you going to get through college and all the work that comes with that? Did you even apply yet?”  She is mad. 

“Yoongi, come back to bed,” your sister says, tiredly walking into the room. 

“We are almost done,” he told them. 

“Go, Yoongi,” your mom demands. “If she fails….she can fail alone.”

“THAT'S NOT FAIR,” he yells, he never yells. Your sister walks in and grabs his arm. He tries to pull out of her grasp, but she doesn't let him. She pulls him out of the room. He looks at you. It seems like he wants to say something, but the door shuts in his face. 

“You need to stay away from him.  Your sister needs his attention, not you. Tomorrow after school, we will fill out applications.  You'll go for accounting ... .you don't have a choice anymore.” With that, your mom left your room, and you cried yourself to sleep to the sounds of Yoongi and your sister arguing. 

The damn sun still won't stay up. You lug the diorama into your science class by yourself. You are just happy that the rest of it is still standing. 

“Your sun fell,” Lisa points out the obvious while smacking her gum. 

“Yoongi, couldn't get it to stay up,” you tell her, and she bursts out laughing at the insinuation, but you don't find it funny at all. 

“Sorry, ummm, let me think,” she takes a look around and blows a bubble. “Oh, try this.” She shoves a piece of gum in your mouth. You chew it as fast as you can as she grabs Chan and does the same to him. “Chew, Chan, Chew!” Poor Chan, he looked scared of her but did as he was told.

The three of you chew away and she holds out her hand. She spits her gum into it and motions for the two of you to do the same…gross….but you do it. She pieces the used gum together and molds it around the rod to stick it to the side of your cardboard.  It sticks….kind of.  You hope your teacher will get to you quickly. He eventually does, you get B….it's a good day. 

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You had listened to your mom and just stopped hanging around the house if Yoongi or your sister were there. Lisa's house became your new sanctuary.  Her parents were awesome and loved you.  

“Did you see Jackson slip and fall at assembly today,” Lisa laughed as you guys walked around the park after dinner. 

“It's not funny,” you laugh. “He's sweet.”

“Y/N,” you heard a voice shout your name. A deep voice, you knew who it belonged to. 

You look around and spot Yoongi at the basketball courts with a group of guys. You don't see your sister anywhere. Lisa nudges you forward to continue to walk, and unfortunately, you have to walk by him to get out of the park. You quickly wave as you pass by, but that was it.

“Wait,” he called out and chased after you. “Where have you been?” 

“She’s just doing what she was told,” Lisa answers . 

“What does that mean?” he asks, looking right at you.

“I was told to leave you alone,” you tell him.  You watch him crack his neck and then look back at his friends. They start calling him to come back. 

“Come hang out,” he said. “We could use a little cheering.”

“Are they cute?” Lisa asks, Yoongi ignores her and continues to look at you.

“Come on,” he said and grabbed your hand. He threaded his fingers through yours and guided you to sit on the metal bleachers overlooking the court. He tosses the ball back to his friends before turning back to you. “Cheer for me?” he asks.

“Fine,” you grumble and he runs back onto the court. Lisa nudges you several times. 

You do cheer for him. You have never seen him play before, and damn he was good. He looked so free, so happy out there playing. You're not sure if you have ever seen him like this.  Lisa was too busy flirting with the other players to really pay attention. You almost feel embarrassed to be by her right then. You wish you had her confidence, though. Yoongi heads to the benches after a little while to get some water. 

“Lisa and I need to get back,” you tell him. “It was nice seeing you.” 

“Wait,” he said, stopping you from turning around. “Who told you to stay away from me?”  You don't answer.

“Her mom,” Lisa answered. “We really have to go.” 

Lisa grabs your hand, and the two of you run to her car. You turn back and see Yoongi still standing there playing with his water bottle, still watching you.  You really miss him.  

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“Should I wear my red dress or black dress for my date with Mark tomorrow?” Lisa asks  as you two chat away on the phone. 

You lie on your bed. The end of winter was here, and the spring air moving in was nice and cool, so you had your bedroom window cracked open. The cool breeze felt good in your stuffy room. The curtains were gently moving  and you huddled down in your blankets. 

“Black,” you tell her noncommittally. “You will look fine, no matter….” Voices in the back yard cut you off. It was more than just voices. Your sister was yelling. “Lisa, I have to go.” 

You hung up the phone before she could say anything. Dropping onto the floor, you crawled to your window and slowly peeked out. Yoongi and your sister were back by the swing set.  They were definitely having some sort of argument.

“Just tell me, Yoongi,” she yells. He crosses his arms and just stares at her. “You have feelings for her, don't you? Have you been with her?” 

“Stop,” he tells her. 

“See, you can't even deny it. I can't believe you. Rose said she saw you at the courts with her. Tell me I'm wrong,” she snaps at him. Holy, shit you thought. Who the hell showed up after you left? Yoongi just crosses his arms and stares at her. He doesn't say anything at all. “I don't believe you,” she growls and storms off into the house. 

Who the hell were they talking about? You honestly didn't think Yooongi was the type to cheat. Why would your sister even think that? You watch as Yoongi runs a hand through his hair and suddenly looks at your window. You drop down and quickly army crawl back to your bed. Something is changing, and you can feel it.

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You sit in the bay window by the front door. Eyes scanning the street, keeping a lookout for the mailman. You applied to an art school months ago and now await what you hope is an acceptance letter. You have to get to it before your parents. You know there was actually no chance of you going. You just wanted the validation that you could possibly get in. 

“What's up?” Yoongi says, looking out the window with you as he peeks over your shoulder. “What are we looking for?”

“I'm waiting for the mail,” you explain. “You told me I should think about applying, and I did.” 

“Seriously,” he smiles at you.  He moves some hair out of his face. It's getting longer. “Let me know when you get it. I want to be there when you get in.”  You turn and hug him. His arms immediately wrap themselves around you as well. This hug seems a little tighter than normal, lingers just a little longer. You're not sure, but you think you feel his lips brush your shoulder. No, you must have imagined it. 

It came a few days later. You texted him but you knew he was busy with school and his job. He probably wouldn't show up and you couldn't blame him for that. You were going to give him 20 minutes before you open it. You climbed the ladder up to your old tree house, large envelope in hand. You take that as a good sign. Why would a denial come in such a big envelope?   

“I'm here, I'm here,” he says as he struggles climbing in. You can't help but snicker at him. “Shut up.”  You open the flap carefully, slowly not wanting to face the fact you could have failed at this. 

“I don't think I can do this?” You whisper and look at him with glassy eyes. 

“You can,” he tells you softly. “You got in…I know it.”

“Oh,” you say as you scan the paper you finally pulled out. 

“You did it!” Yoongi exclaims.  “I'm so proud of you. You got in! You're going to get out of here….have the life you deserve.” 

You're laughing, bouncing a little bit, and crying a lot. You reread it just to make sure and start to cry harder. You hold the acceptance letter close to your chest. You got in! Not only did you get in, but you got a partial scholarship. Maybe, just maybe you can do this.  Yoongi pulls you close and wipes your tears on his shirt. Bringing up his phone, you lean all the way into him, his arm going around you as he snaps the picture. You smile. 

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“What are you doing?” You ask her. Your backpack slides off your shoulder and down to the floor. 

Coming home from school is a time you dread. Your mom won't let you stay at Lisa's full time even though her parents wouldn't have minded. Yoongi and your sister were at home today. Come to think about it, she's been home a lot more. You wonder if they are fighting again. You send him a very small wave as you make your way to your room. Your door that you always keep shut is open. You see your mom going through your drawings.

“Art school?” she asks while snatching your acceptance letter off your desk. “Do you think I'm going to pay for this?  Imagine my surprise when I tried to help you clean your room and find this.” 

“You were snooping,” you tell her. “I didn't have that out.” 

You watch as your mom picks up your drawings off your bed. She had been in your closet. She had found your secret stash of drawings. You had hidden them on your shelf, under clothes. She's holding Marilyn up and looks at her with a sour look on her face. 

“This is what you're wasting time on?” she asks. 

“I'm not wasting my time,’” you shout. “You had no right to go through my things like that!” You hear footsteps come up the stairs. 

“It's my house, it's my things,” your mom places both hands on top of Marilyn and tears her apart. Her eye, her left eye that took you months to perfect….gone.

You want to scream, but nothing comes out. You collapse onto your knees as they give in and bring your hands to your chest. A sob finally escapes you as your mom tears into your other pieces.  You're hysterical. You can't stop. She finally took away the last thing that made you happy. The only thing that helped you get through the day living at the house.  

“I can't stop you from going to that school. Just know that if you do, you can fend for yourself and live on the street if you have to. Dreams don't get you anywhere, Y/N.” With that, your mom walked out of the room.

Gentle hands came down on your shoulders. You crawl away , grab your drawings, and hold the ruined pieces close to you.  Your shoulders shake as your body fully collapses on the floor. The remnants of your happiness soaking up your tears. 

“Y/N,” Yoongi says quietly. You say nothing. You don't react to his voice. Yoongi leans over you and scoops you up. He places you on your bed as he sits beside you, stroking your hair.  “I don't think I can fix this one.” More silent tears fall, and they keep falling. You don't even realize that you ended up falling asleep. You fell asleep with Yoongi stroking your hair as his deep voice hummed an unknown song. Not realizing that would be the last time you would see him for the next four years. Not until your 22nd birthday where everything will change. 

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[pablitogavii]

Best friend's little sister Pt. 2

Pablo was arriving to training a little later than usual noticing Hector with a prominent bruise on his left eye. He was starting to train with the first team occasionally and there was clear tension between him and Pedri since the party.

Pablo couldn't deny he was happy someone knocked the dude for grabbing your ass, but it also made him worried what his best friend might do to him if he finds out the whole truth. Ayy que haces conmigo pequeñita!

"We still have to play with him hermano" Pablo said sitting besides Pedri who was giving the boy death glares.

"I heard you pulled her away from him that night" Pedri said and Pablo's blood froze wondering how much did Hector see really hoping he was too wasted to care what happened against the wall.

"Yeah..I saw her and took her home" Pablo said seeing his friend nod which told him that he didn't know anything more..fuck that was close!

"Gracias hermano! She's defiantly being grounded for this stunt" Pedri said and Pablo nodded knowing he already gave his 'punishment' that same night before Pedri returned.

Flashback

"P..please papi make me cum..i'll be good..i..p..promise you" my cries filled the room as Pablo was edging me for the past hour always brining me right to the edge before denying me to finish..this was torture and he knew it.

"Mi nena mala doesn't get to cum..not until she fixes her attitude" Pablo whispered into my ear denying me once more before dressing me up in his black shirt and kissing me goodnight.

"Think twice before letting someone else touch what's mine pequeñita.." were the last words he spoke to me before sneaking out that night.

End of flashback

"I have one rule, my sister is off limits! Fucking respect it!" Pedri groaned while fixing his coasters and Pablo gulped feeling very dirty for thinking dirty thoughts with my brother sitting right besides him. Pedri will never get over his rule..

A week passed and Pedri was still giving me a cold shoulder for sneaking out that night but my "punishment" ends today and I were happy for finally being able to leave the house again after school.

Tonight his friends (Pablo included;) were coming over and since Masa was out of town to visit her family, I came down the stairs wanting to hang out with them.

Pedri came back from the kitchen seeing me there asking to play FIFA with them. He placed snacks on the table asking me to let them chill alone but I looked at Pablo with puppy dog eyes..I really wanted to stay!

"She'll play with me, vale ? More chances for you to win hermano" Pablo said and Pedri shrugged nodding his head..it was only when it came to Pablo did he trust with his sister.

Balde, Ansu, Ferran and even Rapha noticed how close the two of us were always somehow touching or laughing together. We even won one time celebrating by hugging but to Pedri that was nothing special..Pablo was his best friend and he trusted him.

"Last round, I'm posting the winners on my story! Ready to loose Pablito??" Rapha said challenging Pablo. He pulled me back taking the full control and basically massacring them one by one as you cheered at the end.

"We won! Huh take that!!!" you said sticking your tongue out at the boys who rolled their eyes laughing while Pablo took a moment to look down at you with a smirk. He liked how my small hand was holding his flexed bicep..fuck he was getting horny again!!

raphina

whatever they won 🙄 @pablogavi @y.n.gonzalez

barcafanss: are they together!!?😍

gaviragirls: her hand placement!!😳

pedrimirey: that's pedris sister relaxx!

pedrigavifans: yeah no way will pedri let him be with his little sis!!

pedrii: stop the rumors cause you'll ruin their friendship

pablogavi: good job pequeñita!

y.n.gonzalez: 💪🏼

pedri: "if she plays with me we'll lose hermano!!!" -pg

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pedrigonzz: see they're just friends relaxXX!!!!

"Damn I forgot about my physical exam tomorrow morning..I can't take you to school hermanita" Pedri said mid dinner looking at me and then at Pablo who immediately offered to take his car and pick me up.

"House keys are upstairs..I can grab.." Pedri couldn't finish the sentence since I already said I was tired and can give it to Pablo as he followed me upstairs.

"You sure there's nothing going on between them Pedri?" Rafa asked and Pablo gulped but heard Pedri say he was absolutely sure about it. That was good but ultimately made Pablo even more screwed up!

The moment you were upstairs, you grabbed Pablo's hand and he pulled you closer kissing your lips feverishly. You were both screwed but couldn't care less in that moment!!!

"I wanted to do that all night!" you say and he smirks when you pulled away from each other.

"You really need to be more subtle about your affection pequeñita or he will start to notice too.." Pablo said as I pulled him into my room jumping into his arms and he grabbed my butt holding me up and kissing my lips again..we were both hungry for each other.

"I didn't do anything..you were holding my hand underneath the table the whole dinner!" I remind him while he kept kissing me from my lips to my neck while sitting down on the bed with me straddling his lap.

"And you were caressing my bicep as I played the game..it was driving me loco pequeñita!!!" he said and I giggled smiling and leaning into his neck to leave a few kisses myself. He closed his eyes enjoying the sweet ministration I gave to his neck wondering how badly he wanted to have you right now on this bed!

"I can't stay long.." he reminded me but still enjoyed my kisses. It was like his head and heart couldn't agree in that moment..I knew the feeling!!!

"Hm..we can say I just couldn't find the keys so quickly??" you smirk and he nods pulling you with him onto the bed cuddling up comfortably for a few minutes.

"I need to come down soon or he will start looking for me.." Pablos said while spooning me and playing with my hair as I tried to fall asleep in his arms. I was so tired of sleeping alone..I just wanted to stay like this for at least one night more.

"But..I want to sleep in your arms like this tonight!!!" I whined and he kissed the top of my head slowly getting up as I grabbed his bicep not letting him go.

"No!" I sass getting his stern look again..fuck it was my kryptonite!

"Be good now pequeñita..one more goodnight kiss and I'll see you tomorrow morning vale?" he said and I smiled as he kissed my lips one more time tucking me in and grabbing the car keys on the nightstand.

"Goodnight mi cielo.." he said and I blushed at that new nickname..it made butterflies in my stomach erupt..me and Pablo really started being more than just attracted to each other and it was getting more dangerous.

"Goodnight.." I managed to say before he closed my bedroom door and left downstairs with the keys saying bye to his friends.

The next morning, I was woken up by soft warm body on top of mine instead of a loud and obnoxious alarm blaring besides my head. Pablo was kissing my neck massaging my hips as I smiled opening my eyes slowly to look at him and touch his hair.

"Hmm I can get used to this.." I say and he moved to lay besides me as I quickly cuddled up to him enjoying his warmth. Pedri was surely already gone to his physical and I could enjoy this moment with Pablo in peace.

"Will you come to the game tonight pequeñita??" he asked while playing with my hair gently and I smiled looking up and nodding my head. I wouldn't miss El Classico for anything in the world..now having two people to support instead of one.

"I know you'll wear Pedri's jersey..but..I can't help wishing to see you in mine one day" Pablo said and I knew he rarely opened up like this so I savored the moment..and I got an idea for a surprise in that moment.

I begged Pablo to pick Masa up with me and he groaned saying "just for you pequeñita" before my best friend joined us. When we arrived to school, Pablo hesitated but it was obvious what he wanted in that moment..what we both wanted.

"Go ahead..I won't say a word..promise! Just as long as my girl is happy!" she said and he kissed me being hidden from the rest of the world by black car windows.

"Be good! See you tonight pequeñita" he said as we both left and he surely checked out my school uniform again..he had a thing for it for sure!!! I told Masa about the surprise and she was excited for me promising to be my date for the game and make sure I can sneak out behind bleachers on time!!!

y.n.gonzalez

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The game was intense, typical for El Classico, with lots of faul and occasional fighting. Pablo was the one catching arguments while my brother tried calming him down..all I could think about is seeing Pablo all sweaty and perfect after the game..fuck I hope he likes my surprise!!!

Luckily Barça ended up winning which pissed of the madritistas but most of all Vinicius Jr who pushed Pablo to the ground and the fight broke. You saw Pablo walking off the pitch looking at Masa who told you to go now and she will meet your brother.

You quickly took off Pedri's jersey smiling at your Gavi one underneath before running to meet him behind the bleachers like you agreed. He was there and your stomach flipped the moment your eyes landed on his..fuck he was pissed iff and never hotter!!!

"Have you seen that hijo de fucking puta!!? Pushing me because he can't lose and because we are a better club and.." but you shut him up with a kiss and his strong sweaty arms wrapped around your tightly..that's when he noticed HIS name shining on your back.

"Pequeñita..turn around for me???" he said and you smirked pulling away and turning to make him see bright GAVI shinning on your back before returning his gaze. He was in utter shock as his hand touched his part and before you knew it you were kissing again.

"Estas loca!? What if Pedri sees??" you say and again you shut him up with a kiss explaining that you wore his underneath your brothers..Pablo relaxed and continued making your with you with his hands now comfortably resting on your butt while his lips devoured yours.

You two were too "busy" to notice Vini standing there with his phone and snapping a picture with a smirk on his face..

[strawberryfairi]

Gurlllll, the choso fic....more please!!!! 🥵🥵🥵

Apartment 519... | Neighbor! Choso Kamo X Fem Reader Part 2

A short, sexy thirst (with a little more plot this time)💦 Choso's eager to give you better than your ex could...

↳ A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ask and u shall receive...I been cookin'🫡 I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first💚

Part 1

w.c. 2.1k

It's been two days since your breakup...and since your neighbor Choso went and blew your mind in your bed.

You really weren't sure what to do from here. He'd made it clear his intentions with you, which now that you think about it, was very fitting with his usual sweet and considerate character. It's just...you wanted to make the right choice, and you weren't sure what that right choice even was.

Flashback 2 Night Ago

You were laid on your bed next to him, completely exhausted and beyond satisfied. Choso was careful with you, not wanting to come on too strong yet still wanted-no needed for you to understand what this had meant to him. So he leans on his elbow, resting his head on his palm as he looks down at you.

"I uhh...I don't want you to think I was just using you while you were vulnerable. I really meant everything I said, and I-..." He trails off nervously, looking to the side for a moment before steeling himself. "I don't want this to have been just a regular one night stand, and..if you want, I could maybe take you out to dinner some time?" He finishes, looking you in the eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster.

You heart strings pulled in your chest. It was just so much happening in one day. It's not like you weren't flattered or anything it's just...everything's moving so damn fast.

It had only been just a few hours ago that you'd found your boyfriend with a whole other woman, sloppily kissing each other in his car. Now you're with someone else already too, having had such amazing sex and now he's telling you he basically wants more.

"I...don't know what to say." You murmur hesitantly.

"No no, you don't have to say anything!" He blurts out, placing a hand on your bare shoulder.

"I just didn't want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you. I think you're really beautiful, and I wanna get to know you more." He adds, giving you the most cutest nervous smile you've ever seen.

It makes a smile of your own creep across your lips. "Thank you, Choso. You're really sweet." Leaning over, you plant a soft kiss on his rosy cheek, unintentionally giggling at the goofy-lovestruck look on his face.

"Will you think about it? About me taking you out?" He asks, eyes sparkling hopefully.

It was almost shocking how nervous he is when just a bit ago he seemed so confident, so self-assured. Right now he's damn near reminding you of a puppy.

"Yeah. I will."

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The Present

The morning after your night with Choso, he'd placed his number on a small piece of paper, leaving it on the night stand on your side of the bed.

Now, two days later, you still haven't touched it.

It seemed like the right decision, just don't touch it so you could give yourself time to actually process your break up. This wasn't just any old, cutesy relationship, you were in love. For the first time you'd actually think and think realistically about possibly spending your life with someone. The two of you planned a future together, and though it terrified you to think about it, at the end of the day you were dating to marry.

Choso's just a neighbor, an attractive neighbor, but...you just weren't sure if it was a good idea to be around him. But even so it wasn't like you could avoid him very well, the dude lives directly across from you.

The morning after was so awkward. The two of you ran into each other in the parking lot, both getting ready to head off and start the day. He always goes to work in the morning, and you like to do work at your favorite cafe just a few minutes from the apartment.

Neither of you seemed sure about what to say to each other, so you just opted for a simple smile and wave.

The entire day you tried to just get your mind off of both guys, yet it didn't go very well.

One hour you'd be crying angrily over your piece of crap ex boyfriend in the public bathroom stall, then you'd be getting those random flashbacks to being with Choso, stomach flipping and heart fluttering.

By the end of the day you couldn't take it. Weighing the pros and cons, you figured you'd might as well just try one date, and if things don't go well then that's that.

It's nearly eleven p.m., around the time you knew Choso gets back to his apartment from his workout. You'd timed it perfectly, rushing over to your front door and poking your head out. There he was in his gym clothes, a black compression shirt paired with dark grey sweatpants. His hair was up in his usual hairstyle, those cute spiky looking buns that really matches with his overall vibe.

"Choso!" You call out to him just before he could turn the doorknob.

Instantly he stops, turning back towards you with his brows raised in surprise. "H-hey."

"I'm really sorry I never called or texted you, I just had to think. But-..but I wouldn't mind going on a date with you. I wanna get to know you more too." You admit, cheeks heating up with slight embarrassment.

For a moment he doesn't say anything, making your heart sink to your feet, worried that maybe he'd moved on from you already. "Am I..too late?"

"No not at all! I was just surprised. I honestly thought you didn't want to go out with me." He chuckles nervously, brushing a hand over the back of his neck.

"No I do! I definitely do." You giggle.

"Are you free Friday night? I could pick you up at seven?" He suggests with a soft tone.

"Yeah, that's perfect! Should I dress pretty nice or...-

"You always dress nice, don't worry about it." He compliments flirtatiously.

"I'll see you then."

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Friday Evening

The two of you stand there outside of your respective homes, eyes trailing over each other.

Choso looks...gorgeous. He's got his hair out from his usual style, down and brushed back out of his face. His outfit is a black, slightly ripped sweater, the neckline hanging low enough to show his prominent collarbones, paired with black cargo pants. A silver chain hang around his neck, along with two rings on each pointer and ring finger on both hands.

Your outfits were polar opposites, you being more of a bright color lover since it pops so well against your skin.

You were wearing a light blue, form fitting midi dress, your hair in a simple updo with drop earrings. A pair of white heels, and a silver sparkly purse completed your look.

"You look beautiful." He states softly, closing the door to his apartment.

"Thank you, you look really nice yourself." You compliment with a bashful laugh.

💎

Choso ended up taking you out to a fairly nice Italian restaurant further into the city, with dim lighting, and top notch servers.

It was a pleasant surprise how easy he was to talk to, you could go on and on about anything and everything with each other, and he loved to ask you questions about yourself. It almost made you feel bad as sometimes it seemed it was mostly you sharing things about yourself. It was sweet though, as it showed just how eager he was to get to know you.

You learned he's an eldest brother, with a younger sibling named Yuji who likes to comes to visit him every now and then. It didn't take long to realize he's a very family-oriented kind of guy, but it made sense with his overall personality. The guy's so compassionate and thoughtful, of course he'd be the family first type. You loved it about him though, he talked about his brother like he was his entire world.

The night had gone by just a bit too fast in your opinion, even though you guys were at that restaurant for nearly two hours, then spent another three just leisurely walking around the city afterwards.

There wasn't a single moment with Choso that you didn't like, and he was such a gentleman. He never let you walk around without your arm linked with his, and he made sure you were always walking on the inside of every sidewalk. It was disappointing when you both came back to the apartment building, if you could, you'd just stay out with him talking the entire night.

"I really had a lot of fun with you, Choso. If you want, I-..I'd definitely be down to do this again." You suggest shyly, eyes looking down at your hands clasping around your little sparkly purse.

"Me too, and I would." He smiles cutely. You look up at him, relief and excitement flashing across your face. "Goodnight." He murmurs, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, cheeks heating up at the sweet gesture. He gives you one last smile before reaching for his keys, unlocking his apartment and heading inside.

You're frozen in the corridor chewing the inside of your cheek as you inwardly debate your uncharacteristically bold next move.

"W-wait!" You mutter abruptly, grabbing his free hand just before he left out of sight.

"I-...would you wanna...come over?" You ask shyly. You couldn't even look up at him you were so nervous, hoping you weren't coming across thirsty.

Choso's brows raise slightly in surprise. "Yeah. Sure, I'd love to."

You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, smiling wide in excitement as you go into your purse and grab your keys.

1 Hour Later

Choso's large hands glide down to your upper back, pressing you further into the mattress as he pounds into you from behind. Tears quickly form in the corner's of your eyes, gripping the sheets with everything you have.

"Ch-choso! Fuuuck!" You wail loudly, feeling your body start shaking all over again. One thing about sex with Choso is he'll have you losing count of how many times you cum for sure. He's like an orgasm addict, building you up and watching you fall apart on him over and over.

"Cum for me pretty baby." He coos lowly, watching those cute little tears of ecstasy stream down your cheeks.

"Aaaah! Ah!" Your whimpers mix perfectly with the sounds of your sloppy wet pussy coating his length with yet another layer of cum.

"That's it, there it is." He groans, keeping his strokes steady and precise.

You're so fucked out at this point your mind is completely fogged. This position he has you in doesn't make it any easier, completely at the mercy of his skillful, long thrusts, reaching so deep inside you.

"You feel so gooood! Oh my god!" You cry, loving the way his hips snap into yours. For the entire night your ex was long gone as if he never even existed. The only clear thing your mind could focus on was Choso and Choso only.

"Uhhuh, you love this dick, baby?" He murmurs lowly.

"I love it! I love it!" You repeat over and over desperately between your whimpers and cries.

It was already too much, and you were surprised you hadn't tapped out by now, pleading for him to stop. But you couldn't get enough, not nearly enough. So you took everything he graciously gave to you.

Choso slows his thrusts down just a bit, wanting to savor every inch of him that drags back and forth in your tight, slippery walls. "This pussy's so good. I can't stop fucking you." He purrs sensually.

And he stood on that too...

He gave you back shots as long as he wanted, just to pull out and fuck you with his tongue, making you cum on it before he slides his big dick right back inside.

Somehow tonight was even better than the first time with him, and now that he's learned what you like he uses every little technique, determined on mastering it.

"I like you baby; wanna be yours." He admits softly. He's got a tight hold on your hips, laid out on your stomach as he drives his thick length into you. You let out a long, drawn out moan in response, way too overstimulated to form words anymore.

Choso knew you weren't fully aware of just how much he likes you. He knew you didn't click to the way he's always looked at you. To be honest, he always felt like he was better than your ex, he knew he could do so much better. He wants to show you what it's really like to be loved by someone, and now that he has a chance he damn sure wasn't about to go and waste it.

He's gonna pursue you, take you out on as many dates as he needs to, kiss and fuck you with everything he has, all so it's crystal clear that he wants to be more than just your sweet little neighbor across the way.

[obsidianbaby]

Don't Love Me Like A Brother - Chapter 1

Brothers Best Friend Series - CHAPTER 1

Prologue -

series synopsis - ronnie's younger brother, tyler, is a famous youtuber and influencer and is best friends with the sturniolos. This series will be following ronnie's life as she befriends the triplets and catches herself developing feelings for a certain someone...

chapter synopsis - flashback to meeting the sturniolo triplets for the first time after tyler films his very first collab with them.

warnings/notes - no smut just fluff and maybe a touch of angst??

a/n - it didn't feel right to jump right into an established friendship with the triplets just yet so im giving y'all this to eat up for now enjoyyyyyyy mwah xx

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CHAPTER 1 - do you believe in love at first sight? fuck no, but i do believe in interest at first sight.

1 year ago ~

ronnies pov

it's currently almost 5pm and i'm waiting for a text back from ty to see if he'll be home for dinner tonight so I know what to make.

Dad's working until 8pm so i'll have to make sure ty doesn't come home and stuff his fat face so there's enough left for dad.

I decide to text ty again

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sent at 4:49 pm

ron - i was thinking of making my carbonara tonight, you down or what?

tyguy - FUCCKKKKKK yes

tyguy - dad working til close?

ron - yepp

ron - hows filming? did you cause them any serious injuries?

tyguy - filming was a blast we're just packing up to leave now

tyguy - and not that could give them reason to sue

ron - your honor, they agreed to the video idea, my brother is innocent

tyguy - she's correct your honor, in fact i was coerced into filming with them, i am but an innocent bystander

ron - *insert clip of tyler pushing the sturniolo triplets off of their skateboards resulting in serious contusions to the head*

tyguy - i have no idea what that is, ai goes crazy these days your honor

ron - BAAHAHHHAA

ron - when will ya be home, dinner will be ready in like an hour ish

tyguy - we are on our way now

ron - we?? our??

tyguy - yeah i invited them to come try your cooking, so make sure you make enough for us, we're growing boys

ron - alright. thanks for offering to help cook btw

tyguy - did you not offer to cook for me?

ron - yeah FOR YOU not for the 4 of you PLUS me and dad..

tyguy - boo you whore

tyguy - be home in 20

ron - see you soon cunt !!

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20 minutes pass and i hear the garage door swing open and a herd of elephants storming their way towards me in the kitchen.

"something smells fucking delicious"

"oh my god im so ready for this fucking food"

"are you sure its okay we stay?"

"dude don't worry i let her know" ty reassures him.

I feel a pat on my shoulder as ty stands beside me looking at me slaving over the stove.

"yeah you let me know 20 minutes ago asshat" i scoff.

"hey now no sharp tongues in front of the guests" ty says jokingly and i turn around to see nick, matt, and chris standing awkwardly by the kitchen table. I'd be damned if i didnt say these men standing before me weren't some of the prettiest mfs i've ever seen.

"hey ronnie, im chris, its nice to meet you," chris says beaming a kind smile and fuck me his smile is to die for.

"yes and thank you so much for having us over im literally starving," nick says rubbing his tummy, "i'm nick by the way" he adds and his brothers and ty laugh.

"not a problem guys, the more the merrier they say" i smile back at nick, i know he's gay but its not a crime to appreciate real beauty when i see it.

"are you sure, we don't want to make it a hassle for you" the third one chimes in not offering his name to me. Not like i don't know who he is already. and fuck he looks so good in his baggy jeans and polo shirt, and is that a chain around his neck? fuck.

"yeah matt its all good" I smile, turning back around to focus on cooking, hoping they think my flushed face is from the steam coming off the hot food and not from how flustered and awkward i feel to be surrounded by three gorgeous guys.

"ooooo she name dropped you kid" ty says mockingly.

"don't think you know the definition of name dropping but the effort was there" i joke back, the boys all laughing at my words.

"don't be weird guys you can sit down you know" ty says gesturing to the kitchen table and taking a seat himself, "its gonna be a while for the chef to complete our entree"

"would take less time if you offered to help me ty" i say stirring the pot (literally and metaphorically).

"i can help" matt offers, walking up beside me, "show me what you need me to do".

i offer him a smile, "no no please you're our guest, i've got this. thank you though" and he nods smiling back at me.

"yeah i'd stay out of her way when she's cooking, turns into hells kitchen" ty jokes from his seat at the table.

"watch your mouth tyler or i'll make sure you get sauceless pasta in your bowl"

"whateverrrrrr"

"do you guys want anything to drink since your host hasn't opened his big mouth to offer you anything?" I ask, turning to face the guys who now all sit around the small kitchen table.

"yeah sure, what do ya got?" chris asks, standing up from his chair, and i try not to stare at his exposed biceps in the tank he's wearing.

"help yourself" i motion towards the fridge behind me and chris wanders over looking through the options. He grabs the glass container of lemonade and turns to me.

"what is this..?" he asks, a cute and confused expression on his face.

"thats my nans homemade lemonade, family recipe. Its fucking delicious, a good choice." i say smiling at him.

he nods and places it on the counter beside me.

"glasses are in the cupboard left of the sink" i add, and chris nods, grabbing a few glasses out.

"anyone for nan's lemonade?" he asks his brothers and ty.

"yes please"

"absolutely"

"yesssss"

as the boys sit at the kitchen table waiting for dinner sipping on nans lemonade, deep in conversation, matt wanders over to me again.

"yes matt?" i ask, avoiding facing towards him so he can't see how nervous he's making me by standing so close.

"bowls? to set the table?" he asks, and i point to the correct cupboard and slide the utensil drawer open for him.

Matt collects everything we need to set the table and ty comes into the kitchen to help him.

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a few minutes later and we sit around the small kitchen table chatting and eating, i notice matt taking small glimpses at me from across the table which is making me blush like a fucking fool.

"pastas delicious ronnie thank you" chris says from beside me, and i turn to look at him, and i return a smile feeling my cheeks heat up.

"thanks chris"

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since i cooked, ty stands in the kitchen cleaning up and setting aside a bowl for when dad gets home.

Matt helps ty in the kitchen while i sit on my laptop at the table with chris and nick, uploading the content they filmed today for us to watch through and for me to edit.

"i see your brother also makes you edit all of his content" nick jokes from beside me eyeing chris.

"you love editing though and you're actually good at it so" chris says from across the table.

"yeah it's alright though, i love this shit" i say, busying my fingers as i open a couple tabs to get ready to cut the video together. "videos uploaded, did you guys want to watch the uncut version first before i start?"

"nah its okay we trust you" matt says from the kitchen.

"sounds good to me" i smile as i connect my headphones to my computer to begin watching the uncut video.

Chris wanders over behind me leaning over my shoulder and says something to me which of course i can't hear through my noise cancelling headphones. i slide up the left side of my headphones slightly over my ear and ask him to repeat himself.

"did you take that?" he asks referring to the sunset picture as my homescreen.

"yeah i did" I smile shyly.

"oh ron's brilliant with a camera, she takes all of my photos you see on the gram." ty says proudly from the kitchen.

"thanks ty"

"wow you're incredible ronnie" chris says over my shoulder and i can feel the heat of his breath on my neck.

"thats really sweet chris" i say turning to face him, his blue eyes piercing through my green ones, our faces closer than most acquaintances are used to.

"well we're all done cleaning up, shall we give ronnie some space to edit?" matt suggests walking over to the table, and i snap my head immediately away from chris to look over at matt.

the guys all agree and disappear off to ty's room leaving me alone at the table, happily watching ty teach the triplets how to skateboard from my computer screen.

an hour later, i get a message from ty

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tyguy has added you to a groupchat

tyguy - made this for our future collabs and for ron to give us updates on the editing

ron - still editing (it's literally only been an hour and you guys filmed around 3 hours of content so)

tyguy - yeah sorry about that

chris - dont worry take your time ronnie

nick - yeah 3 hours of me pulling every muscle in my entire body

matt - cant wait to see what you create :)

tyguy - yeah dw my post day is on wednesday so we have a couple days

ron - we?

matt and chris liked a message

ron sent 3 attachments

ron - keeping this in, sorry nick

chris - lmaoooo

tyguy - kid was not cut out for the skate life fr

matt saved 3 videos

nick - i hate all of you

ron changed groupchat name to "amateur hour"

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another hour passes and i hear dad come in through the back door in the kitchen.

"heya winnie" he says placing his lunch box on the counter and coming over to place a kiss on my head.

"hey dad, how was work?" i ask smiling up at him. he takes a seat across from me at the table and groans.

"ah it was alright, how was your day kiddo?"

"it was goooood, just editing ty's video he filmed today."

"ah, with those triplet boys right?"

"yep. you hungry? I made carbonara for dinner tonight"

"oh jesus christ you're an angel." he says going to stand up but i wave my hand.

"no no allow me," i say getting up from my chair, "and take your nasty boots off man they stink" i add as i giggle, walking over to grab dads bowl from the fridge to heat up in the microwave.

"will do" he says, sliding off his boots and walking over to place them just outside of the back door before returning to his seat at the table.

"here ya go" i say, placing the hot bowl of creamy pasta in front of him watching contently as he digs in.

ty and the triplets then quietly wander into the kitchen

"the guys are leaving now" ty says, "hey dad whats up?" ty says giving a friendly pat to his back, "these are my friends, Nick, Chris, and Matt" he introduces them and they exchange a wave with my dad.

"hey guys im joe, welcome to the Wilkinson house," he says with a warm grin before turning to ty, "heya tyguy, hope you helped your sister with dinner tonight." he adds before taking a bite of his pasta.

"he did not" i add and the triplets chuckle quietly from across the kitchen.

"i cleaned though" ty adds proud of himself.

"yeah with matts help" i add looking over towards matt and flashing a smirk which matt returns. ty swats my arm in annoyance.

"its not polite to inquire the help of guests to do your job" dad says jokingly, winking at the triplets.

"it was the least i could do to thank them for inviting us for dinner" matt adds and i smile at the computer screen trying hard to avoid looking at up him to see the cute smile thats probably spread across his face.

"well thank you son, appreciate it when ty's friends do more to help around the house than him" dad says to matt, smirking over at me and i laugh.

"sorry didn't know it was bully ty time" ty says in annoyance as he walks back towards the triplets gesturing for them to make their way down the hall to the garage.

"no we're sorry for your confusion because bully ty time is actually all the time" i say laughing and dad and the triplets join in. ty just flips us off as he ushers the guys to follow him.

"bye guys!" i say waving at the triplets as they follow ty.

"bye ronnie thank you so much for dinner! it was so good to meet you" nick says flashing a warm smile.

"bye ronnie thanks again for dinner, it was delicious" chris adds, beaming at me.

"bye ronnie thanks for everything, see you soon" matt says smiling and waving as he turns to follow the other three down the hall.

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new message recieved at 10:11 pm

i sit up in my bed closing my laptop and grab my phone off my nightstand.

chris - would love to see more of your photography sometime

chris - if you'd let me of course

ronnie - id be honored to show you my photography

chris liked a message

ronnie - im almost done with the video

ronnie - very impressed with this btw

chris liked a message

ronnie sent 1 attachment

chris liked a message

chris - im pretty proud of myself for landing that on the second try ngl

ronnie - kinda pissed it took you only two tries

ronnie - took me weeks to land that

chris - you skate too?

ronnie - who do you think got ty into skateboarding?

chris liked a message

chris - ah so you're a master chef, a professional editor, take really dope pictures, and you skate too huh?

ronnie - im pretty cool what can i say

chris - I'd have to agree with that

ronnie - it'd be a crime not to

chris liked a message

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1:34 am

ron air dropped 1 video to amateur hour

ron - video is done mfs

ron - let me know what y'all think

matt liked a video message

matt - videos perfect ronnie thank you

tyguy - mid

ron disliked 1 message

chris - wild thing to say to her

tyguy - she'll get over it

nick - videos great ronnie

nick - tys an idiot

ron - thanks guys (ty count your days)

tyguy - im quivering in my dino slippers

ron - ty if I let you edit your own videos you would probably just be clocking out of your shift at dons rn

nick, matt, and chris liked 1 message

tyguy disliked 1 message

nick - HAHAHAHA

chris - low blow lmao

matt - i only see facts

tyguy - why do you all hate me fr

ron - boo you whore

nick, chris and matt liked 1 message

tyguy - ending it rn

ron - can you bring me a glass of water before you do? Im parched from keeping your career afloat

nick, matt, and chris like 1 message

tyguy - would you like it with ice your majesty?

ron - yes and a straw thanks

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tyguy Posted New YouTube Video at 6pm est on Wednesday May 17th 2023

" Teaching the Sturniolo Triplets How to Skateboard? "

END OF CHAPTER 1 - Do you believe in love at first sight? fuck no, but i do believe in interest at first sight.

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a/n - hehehehehhe im having so much fun writing this hope you guys enjoyed chapter 1 MWAH xx

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

NOW LET'S TURN THE TABLES AROUND! How about MC comforting M6 from panic attack/flashback??

The Arcana HCs: How the M6 get panic attacks and how MC comforts them

~ when I posted the other one I had several asks for the reverse. sorry the writer's block made this take so long, enjoy your pain my dudes - brainrot ~

Part 1:

CW for panic attacks, flashbacks, references to familial abuse and addiction recovery

Julian

His panic attacks mostly come from his time in the dungeons below the palace

One of the really beautiful things about him is his commitment to doing good and helping others whenever he can

So once you've started your new life together and settled in, you can bet he'll still be doctoring people wherever you end up

The problem is that he hates seeing people in pain

Which is generally what people are experiencing when they go to a doctor

Most of the time it's fine. He's been doing this for years, he knows how to stay detached from what he has to do while remaining calm and empathetic with his patient

But sometimes, someone comes in with symptoms similar to the Plague

Or worse, they come in with injuries similar to what he saw Valdemar inflict in their research

You'll know as soon as they show up that they will receive the best care he can give them. As long as they are in his clinic, he'll be in peak form looking after them

And once they've been treated and recovered and he's come home, he'll disappear while your back is turned and you'll find him curled up in a ball under the stairs, gloves off and clenched in his fist, trembling like a leaf in the wind

He doesn't cry very much, but you can see his face get even paler and his breath will be shallow

The first thing you want to do is help him get his breathing under control, because if he starts to feel a lack of oxygen for too long it'll trigger a flashback to the time he was hanged, and that makes it much, much worse

It's one thing to be desensitized to other people dying, it's quite another to remember the explicit details of choking to death for a crime you didn't commit, knowing that your friends, loved one, and little sister are all watching with no guarantee of coming back

You'll put his hand on your chest so he can feel you breathe and talk him through as many breathing exercises as you need to

He chatters when he's nervous because he tends to have a racket of thoughts in his head, so if you can get him talking it'll help

When he talks about what's bothering him it means he's not the only person thinking about it anymore, which helps him stop feeling overwhelmed

Once it's over he'll be unusually quiet. He just needs someone to take the weight of the world off of his shoulders, and the best way to do that is to wipe his face with a cool towel, draw him a bath, feed him dinner, and hold him close when it's time to sleep

You don't have to wait until later for him to thank you, he'll be whispering it constantly every time you touch him or make eye contact

He is going to be so sweet to you your teeth will rot

Asra

They're not the clingy type - at all - but their biggest fear is losing the people they love

It was bad enough in the past to make him put other people's well being on the line when he lost you

On one hand, their ordeal with you and freeing their parents forced them to confront their flaws and they have much healthier coping skills in place now

On the other hand, he has more to lose than he ever has before

Which is when they started having panic attacks

All it took was you being out on a quick early errand when they woke up one morning and couldn't find or sense you anywhere

First there was the thought that you were gone. Then his mind started sprinting ahead of him, how gone were you? Were you coming back?

They could ask their parents - unless they were gone too? Nadia would know where they went - what if she left as well? Muriel wouldn't leave, there's always a place for Asra in the hut - unless he got sick of Vesuvia and disappeared too

He can feel his heart rate picking up, blood rushing in his ears, at some point he grabbed a bag to pack and go find you, but this is the pouch where Faust likes to nap and - where's Faust?

They can't see Faust, and they can't think right now, they can't clear their mind to call anyone, their magic isn't responding when they try to summon it, where is Faust? And where are you?

You can tell something's wrong as soon as you get back. Contrary to Asra's perception, his magic is shaking as much as he is, and so is every jar on your shelves

The first thing you do when you see them is gently take their hands from their bag and put them around you

He freezes when he's overwhelmed like this and it's hard for him to sense things, so the best way to pull him out of it is to help him feel that you are still there with him

You'll pull them somewhere comfortable and soothing and wrap your arms around them, put their head where they can hear your heartbeat, run your fingers through their hair and along their back

You'll also be sure to put Faust where she can curl around his arm and squeeze as tightly as she needs to

Once it hits them that you're there, they'll be sobbing with relief

He'll be clutching the back of your shirt, tracing your face with his fingertips, tangling your legs with his so there's no way you can leave without him knowing

Once it's over they'll just want to go back to sleep. They'll wait until you're free to join them though, they are not doing that alone

When he wakes up he'll have a list of people to visit and an invitation for you to join him. He's learned the importance of connection and he wants you at the center of all of his

Nadia

She gets panic attacks about being stuck in her dreams again

It doesn't happen often, much of her recent growth has been overcoming her self-doubt and learning to trust and appreciate her intuition again

But maybe she spent several late nights in a row fretting over a fix Vesuvia problem

Maybe there were a few nobles refusing to give her access to certain supplies or stores

Maybe it's making her begin to question herself again

And maybe she finally gets so exhausted that she sleeps in far later than she planned to the next morning

And maybe the whole time she's asleep it's just a series of stress dreams of not being taken seriously and being unable to move forward with what she needs to do

It begins slowly for her. First her eyes are opening and she's registering how late it is. Then she sees you're not next to her, your day has already started. Without anyone there to ask she has no idea how long she's been asleep -

But how long has she been asleep? The normal hustle and bustle of the Palace is muted since it's mostly in the main halls now, her wing is silent, she doesn't know where Chandra is, this is a nightmare

But she's been having nightmares all night, and apparently all morning, and don't tell her

Oh god, don't tell her this is another nightmare too

You know to check up on her because Chandra came flapping into your face with the kind of urgency you've learned not to ignore

When you walk in she's somehow pacing and hyperventilating at the same time, in uncharacteristic disarray

Her hair is starting to tangle, she's clutching her robe to herself, and her eyes are darting from wall to wall without registering anything

The first thing to do is get into her field of vision where she can focus on you. Once she does that, the fastest way to help her calm down is to answer all her questions

Once she has something to anchor herself with she's very quick to recover

She's a little embarrassed about how easily she was affected, but she appreciates your discretion and becomes more open with you as a result

No matter how late she stays up, she insists you never leave without waking her to let her know

Muriel

Oof, he's been getting these for years

The only big difference is that now you're around to see it happen, where he used to just ride it out on his own

It happens way less often than it used to. Overthrowing Lucio with you made him confront the source of most of his trauma and it's been helping him heal

But hey, it still happens. The first time after you two get together, he forgets you're even there

He's in the woods with you, clearing a path with his staff, when a stray branch snags on his hair and pulls out his bun

His hair is falling in his face, he's still going through the motions of hacking at the underbrush, but he can't see anything and some of the sticks are whipping around and scratching his arms and face

The last straw is when he steps forward onto a sandy patch of ground and then he's back in the Coliseum, gripping his weapon and looking at the person he's about to kill through his curtain of hair, hearing the jeers and boos of Lucio's followers

As soon as he can move he's heading for the hut as fast as possible

His normal routine was just to get somewhere safe and isolated, where he could wait for it to pass without worrying about being noticed

You saw him freeze when his hair got snagged, but by the time you noticed all the signs of panic he was taking off, leaving you behind and very confused

He didn't seem to hear you when you called his name, but Inanna knew what was going on and she was able to lead you to where he was

When you find him he is tucked into a nook in the back of the hut, shaking and hyperventilating and somehow staying completely silent

You need to ground him in the present, so you get the area smelling of myrrh while Inanna climbs into his lap to put pressure on him

Eventually he's able to listen to you talk him through some breathing exercises and the shaking stops

It'll take a while, but he'll open up to you about what it was like. He's never been able to tell anyone else because they would blame themselves, but you've proven that you're strong enough to handle the details

He'll slowly start to stand straighter afterwards, like there's less to hide from, and each time it happens again he comes out of it a little faster

Portia

She'll never admit it to anyone else, but she gets panic attacks about her Aunt Tasya

Can you blame her? One of her two remaining relatives turns into a strange version of the Devil and threatens to sacrifice the world, including herself and those she loves, and then snaps out of it after she talks her down?

She loves the life she has now, she loves you, and she's so free to forgive, but the trauma doesn't disappear and she doesn't know what to do with it

The two of you are meeting with Nadia one afternoon between ambassador trips and she informs you that Tasya will be arriving in Vesuvia for a visit in a few days

You and Nadia both notice the way all the blood drains from Portia's face. She hasn't moved at all but her eyes are staring at something miles away

Nadia dismisses you and you're able to pull her into a more secluded part of the gardens before she completely melts down

Her hands are shaking, there are tears streaming down her cheeks, she's trying to speak to you but she can't catch her breath, she can tell you're worried and she hates worrying you

But more than anything, she's racked with guilt. She loves her aunt, she's forgiven her aunt, she knows that she is stronger than her aunt, she should be looking forward to seeing her again

And yet all she wants to do is grab you and hide. Just the thought of meeting her on the docks makes her nauseated with anxiety and she doesn't know what to do because this isn't how she's supposed to feel about family

You'll have to hold her face in your hands and force her to look at you. The grounding techniques work at first, but until she tells you what's hurting her she can only get so far

At first she can't even make eye contact because she feels so ashamed, but you're able to tell her that whatever she's feeling, it's okay, you won't judge

Once she tells you you'll have to spend the next ten minutes telling her she's not a bad person for what she feels

You're able to talk about it more in depth later, and when the time comes you make sure to be with her anytime you meet with Tasya

Being validated like that helps her to reestablish what family means to her, and she's grateful that you're part of hers

Lucio

His panic attacks are mostly around the Devil and his fear of getting trapped again

Acknowledging his past mistakes was critical for his personal growth, but it also meant facing the fear of being responsible for bad things happening

His panic is more likely to be triggered by old mental habits than anything else

He'll be with you on a job, annoyed by some detail or another, and entirely out of habit he'll think "this would be easier if I could make a deal with someone about it."

And suddenly the rest of his mind is screaming at him. Why would he think that? Is he actually going to go down that path again? He just thought that so easily, what if he actually made that mistake again?

Visions are flashing through his mind of relapsing, slowly bargaining away everything he takes for granted, losing you in the process and having no second chance for redemption

He doesn't want to be who he used to. He doesn't want to - he doesn't want to - he doesn't want to

You'll notice him suddenly stop walking, his eyes fixed on a random nearby object while he's lost in thought

You'll see a sheen of sweat appearing on his face and his hand will begin to tremble

Mercedes and Melchior have been his companions for years, after this has happened once or twice they'll even know to alert you to an impending episode

He'll be muttering pleas under his breath and when you touch him he's started to go cold

The best thing to do is get him to drink some cold water. Something about the action grounds him more effectively than anything else you've tried

You'll get him to sit down against the nearest tree and the two dogs are handling it perfectly, leaning heavily against him and licking his face

Once you've managed to ground him, you'll have to convince him to tell you what he's worried about even if it makes him sound lame

This is the moment where you can praise him without worrying about puffing up his ego. You get to tell him how strong he's become, how much he's changed, why he's worthy of your love

He won't like to acknowledge it after, but he'll hold your hand for the rest of the day

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Redacted Incorrect Quotes Pt. ?

Haha you really thought my lazy ass was gonna work on WIPs? Nah. Have some redacted incorrect quotes based on tweets I saw, either on the app or screenshots of.

No I don’t care if the dashes are uneven.

Redacted Masterlist

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Angel: *Flirting poorly with Davey at the grocery store* Hey so do you eat food often?

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Sweetheart: Curious George is not a monkey because he has no tail. He is an ape. He will grow into a silverback gorilla and kill the man with the yellow hat in a display of dominance.

Milo: I’m literally just trying to read to Aggro.

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Milo: I love when kittens yell, but their heads are too big so they squint.

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Guy: Roommate broke up with boyfriend that cooks for us. Excuse me while I go die.

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Angel: In 1920 we took children out of the coal mine. In 2020 the most popular game on the market is minecraft. 

Baabe: Children yearn for mines.

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*3 AM*

No one:

LITERALLY no one:

Asher, in wolf form: I wonder if I can break the record with how loud I can lick my paw.

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Darlin: If civilization crumbles, I have a little flashlight in a drawer somewhere.

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Sweetheart: Paul McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmastime” is about friends practicing magic but when someone walks in they have to play it cool.

Milo: No. It isn’t.

Sweetheart: *starts singing* The moon is bright, the spirits up. We’re here tonight, and that’s enough. *whispers* This is the part where someone comes in. *Continues pointedly* Simply having a wonderful christmastime!

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Angel: My husband gives people a thumbs down instead of flicking them off when driving. He reports that a thumbs down makes them a lot more angry.

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Adam: I would be such a good “dead wife”. Like, can you imagine how good I would look in a dead wife flashback sequence? Someone make me their “dead wife.

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David: As a kid I thought Simba was crazy for running away after the death of Mufasa. But now watching it as an adult, I get it. It did look pretty incriminating of him leading Mufasa to that gorge. Witnesses saw him singing “I just can’t wait to be king.” A persecutor could do some real damage with that conviction.

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Honey: I don’t like the saying “don’t speak ill of the dead”. It always struck me as disingenuous. People are multi-layered. Yes, I did light up a room. But I also stole my roommate’s milk to make mac and cheese blackout hammered. Let’s acknowledge both sides.

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David, giving a pep talk to the pack: For anyone feeling down, just remember Velveeta cheese has been on the market since 1918. If trash cheese can succeed, so can you. And for anyone who likes Velveeta cheese, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you like trash cheese.

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Angel: Lying awake thinking about the time I ordered a giant magikarp plush from Japan but then got refunded because the plushie got crushed under a shipping container.

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Asher, and maybe Guy too: I’m here if you need moron support. It’s like moral support but I’m stupid.

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David: If I have to throw a party for my pack, it will be breakfast. Not lunch. Not dinner. It will start at 8:30 am so there is a valid reason for no one to come and I can kick them out before noon because I only promised breakfast, not lunch. The introverts will win even if it kills me.

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Milo and Ollie: My cat has no responsibilities, but all day he walks from around the house, from room to room, with this sense of purpose, as if he has a long to-do list of tasks no one asked for. Just a weird small furry dude going about his little cat errands.

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Freelancer: Aww my microbiome fancies some high quality fermented foods, does it? A little kombucha perhaps? I don’t give a shit. I’m a megabiome, I do what I want. I’m having a fanta lemon. I’ll swallow coins.

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Lovely: I would be an awesome drug dealer. Like, can you imagine? *giggles* We don’t have coke, is pepsi okay?

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Freelancer: Math professors be wildin like “a man tossed a coin, find the probability of him getting a head?” BRO WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU GOT A H-

Huxley: I wanna reply back same to my data analytics professor so badly!!

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David, at the pack solstice parties: I, myself, am understaffed at this time.

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Milo with Marie watching Aggro for him:

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Asher: Fuck your zodiac sign, what button do you press when it says “press any button to start”

[knwatchesninjago]

S1E2 Home

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

THIS EPISODE!!!! WHAT!??!?!? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OH MY GOSHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THIS EP SOOO MUCH!!!!

Alright then. What I am waiting for? Let's get into it!!

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Okay!!! THIS EP WAS SO FOCUSED ON FOUND FAMILY-- AND I LOVE IT!!! <33333

But I honestly love how it's focused on Zane in a way. I'll write my view on Zane in this ep at the end of this post.

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Okay, I love how Wu's first instinct was to check the gaming room!! Absolutely hilarious!!

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Okay.. lemme make this clear. I feel absolutely sorry for this dude

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Alrighty, let's move on tooooo....

#Lloydster_Enters_The_Scene

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It wouldn't be lloyd if he didn't regret his life choices, now would it?

#RegretLifeDesisions

OKAY I SWEAR I WAS CRYING WHEN I SAW THESE LAST SCENES!😭😭😭

LLOYD, BABY, U GO RIGHT INTO THAT SHIP AND RUN INTO UR UNCLE'S ARMS!! STOP THINKING THAT UR UNLOVEABLE!!!

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ALRIGHT!! ENOUGH OF LLOYD!! TIME FOR ✨ZANE✨!!!

Alright in the beginning we can see Jay, Cole, and Kai complaining to Wu and saying that Zane was weird.

I honestly love Wu's wise response:

"What is weird? Someone who is different? Or someone who is different than you?"

We then get a few flashbacks where Zane acts a bit odd. Okay... not that big of a deal as of rn.

The scene then shifts to the group at dinner. Zane comes walking in with a delious-looking turkey, wearing a pink apron.

As expected, the group laughs. Even Master Wu (totally not responsible and kind of u, Wu) joins in with the laughter.

After clearing up that mess they decide to have a food fight. Now on the surface, nothing seems wrong about that. (except for the fact that they're wasting food. my asian parents would never allow that in our house, loll)

But pay close attention to Zane.

He isn't smiling. He isn't laughing.

He's upset.

When Jay throws a piece of food at him, he FLINCHES!!! In his mind, all the time and love he spent making the meal is being wasted and underappreciated as his family throws it around as if it's nothing. They're all playing around and joking, but he isn't laughing...

And when he goes outside and sees the stars, look how happy he is!

This is one thing I love about Zane: he finds happiness in the most simplest of things.

When he sees the falcon fly away to an unknown location. He hesitates. He looks back at the monastery where you can STILL hear their laughter. His smile fades. Then he looks at the falcon and decides to follow it. And he follows the falcon with a SMILE.

Time skip, we see Zane and the team find Lloyd's treehouse. (a pretty impressive treehouse, ngl)

Just so I don't spoil the entire ep to you, I'm gonna ignore all the fighting scenes. When the ninjas come back, they see that their monastery is destroyed. And what do they do?

They yell at Zane. They blame him.

And what does Zane do? Nothing.

He doesn't retaliate. Doesn't try to put the blame on others. He does nothing. He takes all the blows.

He leaves and we later find out it's because he saw the falcon.

But... Y"ALL! When everyone apologizes, he doesn't act smug or try to rub it in their faces-- he asks them why they were apologizing.

In his innocently, pure mind, he doesn't take anything into account. He forgives them.

This is such a pure action, that's so simple but still so deep. He loves his team so much and nothing they ever do will affect that love he has for them. (im crying y'all)

AND THE LAST SCENE!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH MY GOSH!!! I WAS SQUEALING WHEN I WATCHED THIS!!

(first of... Jay and Kai run really weirdly... why are their arms flapping around!?!)

THE FAMILY FLUFFFF!!!!

"I am proud of you, Zane. One day, I promise, we will find your family."

And Zane's responce... 😭😭

"But... I've already found them"

*sniff sniff*

*breaks down into happy tears*

Y"ALLL ZANE IS SOO... SO FORGIVING!!!! I can't with this nindroid😭

And lastly... look at this wholesome scene.

Here we can see a huge contrast to the beginning scene. Here Zane initiates the throwing of food. And here, everyone is laughing.

It's only a joke if everyone is laughing. It's only funny if everyone is smiling. It's only "playing around" if everyone is okay with it.

I know that this review was a bit deep, but I'm only in the 2nd ep of season 1 and I'm absolutely loving it!! I'm so glad I decided to rewatch Ninjago!

Anyways, this is all I have for now. See y'all for ep 3!!

~KN out~

https://www.tumblr.com/kittenninja14/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[waitmyturtles]

Okie-dokes: I'm very late to reporting on Dangerous Romance, episode 3, and listen -- listen. A lot of you know I'm in a compromised life state at the moment, --

(I'M MOVING. HOW. IN THE HELL. DO I OWN. SO MUCH. JUST. FUCKING SHIT. HOW DID I FIT SO MUCH SHIT INTO THIS PLACE THAT I AM LEAVING. OH MY GODDAMN WHAT THE FUCK. LET ME BECOME A MONK AND GIVE UP ALL THIS CRAP.)

-- yes, compromised life state, lol, and can't give too much thought to good meta at the moment. (I had to pause Not Me for the Old GMMTV Challenge because even just three episodes in, I knew it was SO GOOD that it deserves my undivided attention.)

So, yeah, brain is out of service at the moment, and then we have THIS episode of Dangerous Romance, and let me just note: y'all, Dangerous Romance was trending on Tumblr even through Only Friends Saturday last weekend (with Only Friends NOT trending, mind you). DR is clearly serving something (.....sigh, ships) that OF is not giving the fandom girlies, and man, did DR just lay it on THICK this week, huh?

I will admit. I'm a touch bummed. I LOVE PERTH AND CHIMON. I LOOOOOVVVVE THEM, YER HONORESSES! UNABASHEDLY. Yes, I love their faces. I DO, NO SHAME. I love their acting, too! I love them, like ::waves hands in circles:: all of it, all of them. I was hoping they'd chomp into a meatier show.

This is not that show. The puppy music, the reeeeeally fast swings into sympathy and "oh, you're my tutor now, bro, and I will spill all my feelings to you," IN ENGLISH AND KOREAN -- and just a touch of a class division conversation by way of Kang homey buying Sailom homey an extra dinner to-go. Sailom is now Kang's... confidante? Kang wants to make someone, anyone, proud, and it looks like Sailom is the guy.

I mean, this episode was all over the place, but....

Forgive me, meta angels, because this is EXACTLY what I need right now, omg. I'm mentally done, I'm toast! Not to say that I'm not going to enjoy Only Friends tomorrow! I am going to totally eat OF up.

But I will ROBUSTLY ADMIT to ALSO being okay with PerthChimon fan service at the moment. Unfortunately for any of my hopes of them being in a more dramatically complicated series: they still have hilarious chemistry. They're actual real bros in real life (Papang smh lol). They're clearly having fun doing this together, like OhmPerth in Double Savage. Chimon's facial expressions are outta control (that look on his face when Perth/Kang accelerated the bike? I cackled).

This is fluff! As @lurkingshan noted -- a recalibration of expectations is in order for this show. I'm taking this show right now as 100% fan service from my PerthChimon wub woobies. Perth and Chimon (and really, the co-director of this show, Lit Phadung of SOTUS and SOTUS S) -- these dudes know the score. Perth and Chimon have been around for a minute. You need two dudes to dial up to 10 on fluff BL? They have those tropes so memorized that it's burned in their bones. Put 'em in coach, they're ready to play.

If I take this show on THAT tip, then -- as an aiming-to-be-classic romance BL, then it's doing something.... if not right, then at least aligned to some tropes simply by mood. I'm curious about Sailom's flashbacks to Kang's bullying, but I don't have the strength or mindpower to read into it. If a reference back to the bullying comes -- or not -- then, whatever. This show is clearly, at the moment, trying to achieve a more simple goal than I expected of it, but I'm not gonna write it off. I'll thoroughly enjoy Perth and Chimon being poodles to each other -- gimme.

I was wondering to @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm earlier today that I had previously wondered WHY GMMTV would air Dangerous Romance during the Only Friends run, especially with ALL the marketing hype around Only Friends before it premiered. At the time, it seemed to me to be a pre-emptive gong strike on Dangerous Romance. Now it makes me wonder -- did GMMTV want to cover its bases by placing a classic fluff BL on air, to protect the network from losing fandom points through Only Friends? I can only wonder. If some ships are exploding through OF -- then the network can hand PerthChimon over and say, hey, we haven't forgotten our shipping roots, girlies.

Kinda makes me think. In any case -- Shan is right. I'm recalibrated on Dangerous Romance, I'm watching this literally to see PerthChimon ham it up, annnnnddd yeah, that's about it! At this point, give me the make-out sessions, give me pool time, gimme. I unabashedly stan and simp. If we get some real drama out of this show -- it will be a wonderful surprise. I just hope the show doesn't veer into totally unwatchable territory.

[loveabledirtbag]

Sheridan 1.05

i feel like the show starting right off the back with sydney in bed tells us, the audience, “oh, this is gonna be different”.

the quick cuts! seeing meal inspo, flashbacks to syd’s failed business. done so well to show us how protrusive the thoughts are

i love the sort of storied, layered tension of syd’s bedroom. because it’s obvious it’s her childhood bedroom, but also…how much of it has she updated as an adult? some of it? none of it? it feels like a child’s room. i also remember the first time seeing syd’s bedspread and thinking, “OH, is syd queer!?!?!?” remains to be seen, but at this point it’s probably rainbow because it’s her childhood bed. not because she’s queer

SO MANY DRUGS IN HER BATHROOM CABINET

i love that the two posters we see really clearly are: speed (which came out in ‘94), and jumping jack flash (which came out in ‘86). who is sydney? when was she born? why are these two movies on her wall. it clearly means something, the creators chose these posters so it has to mean something…but what???

i remember hearing from someone that the train station where syd gets on is really close to where the Mr. Beef (the exterior used for The Beef, and inspiration for it) is located. couldn’t say if that’s true or not, but if it is that’s kinda disappointing. obviously tv and movies have to do what they can with time and shooting locations, so maybe they had to shoot there. but the shows tries so hard to submerge us all into a sense of reality in the show that knowing sydney is a two minute walk from work as she’s boarding a train is disappointing.

the quick little camera work of carmy’s hands up to his face. just to prove that jeremy allen white is actually cooking

“a play on ‘Tongue & Cheek’” “ox tongue?” “or braised beef, maybe short rib…risotto?”…but then how is it a play on tongue & cheek, and not just…a dinner menu/dish?

here’s the beginning of the risotto storyline. and all the misery it entails!

carmy tells marcus to use scissors to cut the tape….but the tape dispenser has a blade. why was marcus ripping it in the first place? why does carmy say to cut it with scissors? the BLADE IS RIGHT THERE

idk why, but the toilet exploding is SO relatable to working at a shitty restaurant. why do so many toilets explode? i’ve never experienced a toilet exploding anywhere else in my life

“what is up you fucking replicants” richie’s phillip k. dick references are strong

ebra telling carmy there are many components to the new dish he’s showing them is really fitting with ebra’s storyline in season two (but more on that later)

there’s something pleasing about carmy saying “monter” and then realizing that his classically trained chef lingo isn’t going to be understood so he says “whisk in”. because carmy is coming down to their level, but is also proving you don’t need a fancy french education or need to know fancy words to make good food. “whisk in” works just as well. the class dynamics in this show are so on point.

the calmness shown in the kitchen now that everyone is on board with the new system that carmy is so good. where we’ve seen chaos and overlapping anger, now we just see calm, peaceful, quiet cooking. the only holdout is richie

“yo, should we do a bakery?” god, i love chester. and i’m so serious; everyone needs a friend like chester, and every kitchen i’ve been in has a chester. just someone’s friend that pops in all the time for no reason and who everyone knows

the back and forth as chester asks if he should watch the bachelorette without marcus is so sweet. and again, it added to the “is marcus queer?” debate in my head. but also, having a bachelorette night with your bestie also sounds pretty dope, and two straight dudes can tear that up. i just want marcus to be happy.

tina went to mikey’s and mikey/carmy/nat’s moms for christmas. just further deepening that relationship of the family and tina. tina wasn’t phased by carmy’s mom going “full psycho”.

it’s so hard to see the undercurrents of carmy’s anxiety come out when talking about his mom (even more so since watching season two), especially with his emotional support spoon (which we all need)

“never fuck my vibe!” “i swear to god i will fuck anything that i want to fuck” “you are not being nice and you will not fuck me” as richie and fak got closer and closer to each other. once again……..kinda queer vibes? i mean, yes, richie is homophobic, but psychologists teach us that the biggest homophobes are projecting their own internalized homophobia. i swear, 20% of me thought they’d kiss. sure, they ended up fighting and “wrestling”. but isn’t wrestling also a way for “straight guys” to get oiled up and roll around with each other?……maybe i should write the bear through a queer lens after i write the bear through a class lens

matae: basically “uncle” from the movie bloodsport with van damme. because of course it is

carmy’s lack of surprise is truly so funny

ope, richie is selling coke!

if i know one thing about baking (and i know very little) is you don’t want to rush that shit like marcus is doing. especially when you are working in a space with some jank electrics and equipment

the shows one and only “covid” mention. which is perfectly placed and isn’t in bad taste or poorly done. plus, it’s also pretty fair with a lot of places on the edge during the worst of covid lockdown; you gotta make money somehow

the earned, relational aspect of richie being peoples cousin. pete calls him cousin and richie says “i’m not your cousin”. yet, we learn that beyond just the berzattos call him cousin later on. it’s kinda beautiful.

the fast turnaround of nat calling carmy a “soft shitty bitch” who only calls when he needs something from her to her melting and giving him a big hug when she learns he’s going to Al-Anon All Family three times a week is maybe the purest form of showing they are family i’ve ever seen on a screen in such a short amount of time

the transition of the early scene with syd telling carmy they should close when the dining room is flooded and carmy saying missing one service could kill them, to tina saying they can’t open because there’s no electricity, the walk-in is broken, and there’s no gas in the ovens, so syd improvises an outside grill is just fantastic use of character development and showcasing syd’s skills

marcus sitting in a spot where next season another memorable moment will happen with marcus and another line cook is kinda funny. probably not overtly planned by the writers or directors, but kinda fitting

marcus saying heard as carmy tells him that the job is insane and it can go from chill to unchill in a second and so that’s why he’s gotta stay up on his work. but we know (who’ve seen it) that marcus did not actually “hear” what carmy said.

carmy saying that he started a fire the night he won food & wine’s best new chef, and then says “you have a moment where you think ‘if i don’t do anything this place will burn down and all my anxiety with it’” is more indication of carmy’s twisted love of his own misery

“one last drug deal” to get them out of their money hole would have been a bigger storyline in lesser hands. but the nuanced, B storyline it has, allows it to just be a reality that happens in the background of a lot of shops around the US to stay afloat

the amount of chefs i know who at one point went into catering instead of staying in a kitchen is kinda wild. it seems like an alternative of a food truck. the “i don’t have enough money to open a brick and mortar spot, but i want to do my own thing” path. and the right caterer can be fire

god, syd waking up in the middle of the night with an idea for a dish so she writes it down because she has to is so….just so….true. i have so many notebooks filled with shit that has absolutely no value outside of a shop.

but it is the origin of the cola braised short ribs that will go alongside our risotto! the origins of the cursed dish is growing!

i love this episode so much! and i love how this later half of the season spreads itself around the members of the kitchen more than just carmy. he’s the anchor and the focal point, but there’s so much depth to explore the rest of the crew of the beef. i’m excited for next episode and the rest of the season!

Season One: Episode One | Episode Two | Episode Three | Episode Four | Episode Six | Episode Seven | Episode Eight

Season Two:

[bitchyfoxymama]

Fate - Stephan Strange x F!Reader

Warning: angst, fluff, strangers to lovers to exes

A/n: just another small break up fic inbetween my other projects

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Stephan’s POV:

I was walking along Broadway, when the cold wind blew in my face, making me shiver. I continue walking until I notice I'm in front of the cafe Y/n and I would go during this time of year. I decide to go in, it’s cold. The moment I entered i’m embraced by the scent of fresh coffee.

Once I receive my coffee, I look for a booth, my eyes cross paths with Y/n and I’s booth, except it wasn't empty. Someone was sitting in it, head down while reading a book, the person look familiar.

The strangers head lifts up and I’m met with the eyes of Y/n, our eyes lock and all the memories come flooding back in.

*FLASHBACK*

I was reading, researching more about the multiverse, and I decided to take a well needed break so I decided to step out of the sanctum to get some fresh air. The moment i step out i hear a woman yells

“Watch out!” it's too late and someone crashes into me. I looked down and saw a woman on roller skates, I offered my hand and she gladly took it.

“Wow dude you're built like a wall!” she says looking up at me. I laugh.

“Are you alright miss?”

“Yeah, my name is Y/n, what's yours?” she holds out her hand.

“Stephan Strange but my friends call me Dr. Strange”

“Wait, like the Avenger?” I nod smiling slightly.

“Well Stephan Strange Avenger, I think you owe me dinner as compensation for knocking me down.”

“Alright, how about tonight? I'll meet you in this exact spot.”

“Wow that was easier than I thought! But ok!” here tonight at 6pm! See you then!” she says while skating away.

*******

I bring in the last of the moving boxes from the moving truck when I see Y/n sitting on the counter.

“I love you so much Y/n.” I say while standing in between her legs.

“I love you more Stephan” she says kissing me, “Alright! We have a few days until the guys come over for a movie night. Which means we need to get a bigger couch to fit all of your asses on it.”

“Yes ma’am but for now we christen the new bedroom.” I say throwing her over my shoulder and head towards our new bedroom. Her squeals of embarrassment and joy are music to my ear. I could get used to this life.

*******

“I can’t deal with this anymore Stephan!” Y/n, yells in our living room. She never uses my name, only nicknames.

“What?” I say feeling the tears come to the surface of my eyes.

“I can’t deal with the long missions! The fact that you always come home beaten, injured so badly the last time you were in a coma for 2 weeks!”

“I was an avenger when you met me, you knew what you were getting into! You knew what it meant when I told you how this life was gonna play out! My life is second to the lives of the people!” I plead while looking at the suitcases near the door. “But don’t leave.”

“I-I can’t, I'm sorry Stephan, I gotta get out of here. My flight leaves tonight. I’m sorry I wasn't strong or good enough for you,”

I’m frozen in place as I watch her leave through the front door.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I’m pulled out of my head when a voice calls my name.

“Hey, Stephan, it’s good to see you. Do you wanna sit here?”

“If you don't mind, thank you.” I say while sitting across from Y/n, “What brings you back to New York?”

“Well, I moved back. I missed it here. Missed the scenery. I was wondering, did you wanna grab dinner?”

I almost choke on my coffee, “Sure, when were you thinking?”

“Tomorrow night, my place. You still remember my old address right?”

I shake my head, not trusting my own voice at the moment.

“Alright, I’ll see you then. Enjoy your coffee.” and just like that she left the coffee shop, leaving me alone in the booth with my thoughts.

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 1x03-1x04

this is happening, apologies in advance to everyone who did not experience pll-era jaggedwolf, including the two knuckleheads dragged into watching this show

I was so distracted by the horror of having to actually watch the Ezria of it all that I entirely forgot about Wren, and the Hastings family going "boo you whore" at Spencer for the audacity of being kissed by a grown man. What's the point of being lawyer parents if you don't threaten the fully adult man kissing your daughter instead of being mean to her.

but who are the Hastings if they don't pick the "Be Mean To Spencer" button whenever it appears? I forgot it started so early

other thing that starts early: A liar going, well, what the fuck do we do, Spencer?? and Spencer going ??? I don't know!!!!!???

First appearance of Noel's cabin! It has a foosball table. Noel did you have to spend money on that photo booth or did your parents have that lying around.

Here I contemplate the economic stratus of the parents of Rosewood (~7k population, along the Main Line, unincorporated?) and their frequent traveling for work, though here the Hastings are Out of Town for Melissa reasons.

I've never thought about Toby punching out Ben in the context of what we later learn about Toby, but huh. considering that.

you know, Sean did nothing wrong. Dude did not want to fuck and got his car wrecked for it. Just remembered the other plotline he's briefly involved in this season through no fault of his own and am laughing, he is here to be utterly clueless.

Hanna is still so good though <3

Group flashback time - when Alison tears into Hanna, it's Aria who speaks up. Something to keep track of, maybe, for the pre-disappearance dynamics

The first two episodes have Emily-Aria and Hanna-Spencer link up as pairs, the former feeling like outsiders to the town, the latter the shining stars on the edge of flaming out.

These eps have no Emily-Aria, each wrapped up in their own secrets, but we get a bunch of Hanna-Spencer. Spencer tells Hanna about the plagiarism first, Hanna talks to her about dad dinner outfits, Spencer asks Hanna when she needs a ride from the motel. ....Is S1 going to make me contemplate Spencer/Hanna? I have no complaints.

(To be fair, I'm not sure Emily has her own car at this point. We only see her with the bike and in other people's cars so far, which would make sense for the Fields. Am I going to start tracking proof of car ownership? Maybe.)

A's responses when the girls block unknown numbers are good. The missing girl poster, the frickin song dedication, the jungle red lipstick on a mirror! Can't wait for A to hit the girls up on Excel

god does tom marin suck. and byron. and ezra. and wilden. let's stop there before I list every man in rosewood

except for toby, whose only crime these episodes is failing to make non-creepy expressions. then again, he spent a year in reform school wearing that terrible durag. that must do damage to a fella.

am reminded that Aria can be fun when she's not mired in Ezra bullshit (very insistent on the difference of gnats vs flies! utterly aghast that Spencer hasn't started a paper! decides to tell her mom too late when it shouldn't have been her problem from the start!). this week's fashion crime was an earring so big i thought it a shawl or part of her shirt until someone pointed out it wasn't

Emily's plot mildly stresses me out now that we've gotten past the locker room scene because I don't remember what happens when. I just want this kid to be okay! She's the only one still wearing the friendship bracelet, yeah? I don't remember how long it lasts for

mentions of writing on facebook walls...this show is so 2010...

[horsetailcurlers2]

ANOTHER long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching greys anatomy for the first time (season 11, because yes i���m still doing these)

-geena davis!

-maggie is rubbing me the wrong way a little tiny bit not gonna lie. cutting her some slack bc mer CAN be pretty bitchy sometimes and people are already comparing her to cristina

-derek snatching amelia’s patient bc “it just got too big for her”?? fuck off dude

-derek have you learned nothing from your first marriage, you idiot??

-why did they recast young ellis :(

-addison (and henry!) mention :)

-meredith being so confused by the concept of family. “why would we invite her over for dinner?” “that’s what people do” “what people?!” it’s sad and hilarious at the same time.

-oh my god. i *guess* i kinda get not wanting someone you met in NA operating on your mother, but the shouting and hypocrisy seems like a bit much

-these better be FRIENDSHIP glances, dr hunt. you keep you shitty boyfriendness AWAY from amelia.

-owen hunt really thinks he’s olivia benson in the emmy winning “911” episode of SVU on the phone with this little girl rn

-“if this must be the woman who’s been screwing your husband” OOH. i don’t think they’ll do a derek cheats on meredith thing but i like the parallel.

-okay i stand corrected. also derek’s resident kind of looks like a mix between addison and meredith…. so either that was a deliberate choice or i’m delusional and she doesn’t

-“i left bc i thought work was more important than my family and i cheated on you but i’m gonna make a big mcdreamy speech bc after months i finally realized that i DO love my family more than i love work. so i decided that you forgive me :)” fuck OFF, mcdouchey

-there’s a LOT of merder flashbacks lately. i would be suspicious even if i didn’t already have spoilers about what happens this season

-samantha sloyan!

-not blaming meredith because obviousy she was in shock, but tbh she probably should have called amelia. maybe his mother too or his other sisters but definitely amelia. those doctors probably should’ve asked if there was any other family they could call.

-why in the world would they just let this guy come in and start working on patients because he says he’s a surgeon??? no ID check or anything?? they’re lucky he was a surgical intern and not just some rando

-this is exactly what i was saying! meredith not calling is definitely a valid thing for amelia to be upset over. i also understand why meredith didn’t call her at the time. i can empathize with both of their positions. i just can’t help thinking about if my sister died and her partner didn’t call me until they had already pulled the plug and come home. especially if i was so nearby. i would probably be pretty upset.

[darkfire359]

Thoughts on e2-e4 of The Terror

My friend and I finally got around to continuing my watch of The Terror. Some thoughts:

We clicked on the youtube link to e2 and it took us a whole ~5 minutes to realize that it was actually e3. We thought there might be some kind of flashback explanation to why this dead guy and his daughter were suddenly on the ship, but there kept not being one, and then we eventually realized the mistake.

I was sad to see a cat show up because the cat will probably die like everyone else. :( On the other hand, it did mean I actually believed Gibson's excuse to Irving for almost as long as Irving did. But as soon as he mentioned Hickey, I knew that it definitely wasn't pussy that he was interested in down there. ;)

Relatedly, I swear I've heard the phrase "Cornelius Hickey is a devious seducer" before, but I had NO idea it was canon. Amazing.

My friend, upon Irving suggesting that Hickey try watercoloring instead of gay sex: "Is he just ace and he thinks that's what it's like for everyone???"

Also, I'd heard people use rat motifs for Hickey before, and I'd just assumed it was for general vibes reasons, like him being villainous and sneaky maybe. But no, Hickey got a speech given to him about how the difference between men and rats is that rats fuck in the hold all the time and men "aren't supposed to". Wow.

My first reaction upon Gibson being such an asshole during his breakup with Hickey was to feel bad for Hickey and his inevitable turn to villainy. But then Hickey was such a bitch back to him! "I had dinner with the captain, he likes me, who knows what could happen there ;)" and all. Plus he just kept reminding Gibson that he was the one who topped (honestly unexpected).

Anyway I appreciated the bitchiness and how Hickey just takes that "devious seducer" descriptor and tries to roll with it by making eyes at every other guy in the show INCLUDING the megabear. My dude really felt that he needed to include that eye contact description in his report to Francis lmao.

Relatedly I really hope someone has written megabear/Hickey fanfiction. I don't even need to read it, just to know if it exists.

At some point my friend asked what it meant to be "punished like a boy" and I luckily knew the answer due to some OFMD fanfiction that I'd read. Though TBF I could have guessed anyway since "Hickey gets whipped on the ass" might have been literally the first thing I knew about The Terror going into it.

Surprised that Sir John got killed via megabear; I thought that for sure he'd be mutinied on.

It's kinda sweet that Francis went on the entire expedition because of Sophia's request to keep her uncle safe. But my friend and I agree that Sophia/Francis isn't actually a good ship because a. he seems to be way older than her, and b. it seems like she was legitimately turning him down, rather than just doing so due to pressure from her family (as it had looked like earlier).

Very curious to see what the show would look like from the perspective of the Lady of Silence. "Oops, I have a pet monster that shows affection by murdering things for me!" I'd watch the hell out of that!

Some lingering confusion:

How did Goodsir escape the megabear attack that killed Sir John? It seemed like he was with the group in the blind when the megabear struck, and then Sir John was the only one we saw running back. But then Goodsir is just back on the ship as usual in another scene?

Is it assumed that Francis just off-screen sent that group of 8 people south? It seems like Sir John dying mean that he wasn't going to lead it himself, but he seemed adamant about it even if he was willing to wait the one day for Fitzjames? There's a 5-month timeskip after that and they don't bring it up again.

What was Hickey looking for on the ship during the funeral? I'm guessing it was the thing we saw he had stashed in his hammock later? Drugs?

Why did Francis go out looking for the megabear with just a cabin boy? Earlier he was having groups of 6 people go. Seems surprisingly irresponsible for the guy who is usually the voice of reason.

[ava-monstrum]

LCB CH01 [6]

spoilers below

Had to pause a bit to get dinner. It was good if you were wondering. Though I think I ate too much cause my stomach hurts. Good thing I’m not squeamish.

…That’s why…

Yep, I'm pretty sure that isn't Yuri, Gregor stay away.

Ah...

It talks

Yeah this thing is gonna guilt trip him

OH CRAP

HE SOUNDS SO HURT!!!!

THAT HURT MY SOUL

OH CRAP WHAT!?

FLASHBACK!?

His arm is moving on it's own...oh boy

He had to have it cut it to save her

Wow, the officers are still polite to him despite that weird thing.

WAIT I JUST REALIZED That's the kind citizen that was checking on him before Rodion interrupts Gregor's flashback!

Oh...we're back

Hey Yuri

Oh someone else is talking, sounds like that young fella during the time loop. I think his name was like Thomfor? Thomas? Can't remember.

Gregor: "Just live on please...It's not like we got ourselves into this mess voluntarily."

:(

He sounds so desperate

Who's chatting?

Oh someone killed the abno

Someone new is here

Ah.. that woman in the front is Hermann. Yikes...

YI SANG!? WHOS GUBO? YOU KNOW THEM!?

Oh it's the dude with red glasses

BROTHER!?

HONG LU'S BROTHER IS ALSO A PART OF THAT GROUP!?

Outis you probably know them too...

Hermann you jerk, don't call Gregor's arm a gift

Hermann: "That little arm isn't all there is to it."

...I see where this might be going

Now we're back to Vergilius...not looking forward to hearing what he has to say.

Vergilius, don't be mad, you expect the group to do everything for you, but don't give them all the info?

Now he saying that WE should have know, shut up

Those, well not Aya and Yuri but HOPKINS was stupid and didn't help

Outis: "Failure is a common thing on the battlefield. If an objective wasn't met, you devise another plan and redeploy."

Wow thanks Outis, I didn't expect you to be patient about this.

Outis be careful, he can still kill everyone

Oh shoot, Vergilius concedes. a little.

Looks like everyone isn't doing so hot

…sorry Gregor

Oh, what did he hang up?

.....uhhhhhh....Grete? Is this really happening?

Awwww, everyones doing really bad....

Man I wonder how Charon feels...

Yeah, I knew it was the gas mask

Aww man, song time

Gonna listen in...

Thoughts during the music:

Wow, they're really not gonna change their clothes

Also, Yuri was a literal red shirt huh?

Don really doesn't seem to be thinking about this

Dante's really going through it

Hong Lu seems to be ignoring this too

....Is that the HamHamPangPang logo

IT WAS SUNG BY GREGOR!?

Welp, that was something....

Also Faust is the Most Valued Employee for this fight, good for her.

Wow, that was depressing

I was gonna try the gacha but it looks like a weird bug is going on with the extraction. So sorry about that.

Well, I'm gonna bounce. That was a ton of fun and I hope you enjoyed!

[crimson-ace-reviews]

Crimson Ace Reviews: Kamen Rider Gavv, Episode 1

Hey, it's been a while, hasn't it?

I'll admit, I've been busy with my other blog and a lot of real life stuff to put a lot of time into this one, but I managed to find a little compromise to still post without needing as much time as my other posts: weekly episode reviews. Starting today, I'll be taking a look at the new Kamen Rider series, and gradually include reviews of each episode of the next Super Sentai and Ultraman series as well.

With that being said, let's get into Kamen Rider Gavv's first episode: A Snack Kamen Rider?!

The series opens with our main character, Shoma, running away from some faceless goons. He tries to get out through a door, only to end up in what I can only assume is a rejected room from Labyrinth.

Let's hope none of the villains this season have massive codpieces like Jareth.

After a short scuffle, Shoma falls through one of the doors in the room and into the human world.

Yes, unlike other Kamen Rider protagonists, Shoma is an alien who has just arrived on Earth. This is something that has never happened before in the show's history.

Like I said, NEVER. HAPPENED.

After a boy finds Shoma unconscious at a beach (insert your own Agito joke here), Shoma wakes up and has one thing on his mind.

The boy, named Hajime, helps Shoma get up and takes him to his secret hideout, but not before Shoma has to save him from getting hit by a car. Unfortunately, he can't save the car from getting hit by him.

Look, just say you had an adrenaline rush, and everyone will believe you. Worked for the guy from Twilight.

Meanwhile, a freelance writer named Hanto interviews a woman about her missing husband, claiming the source is a monster.

Now I'm not a reporter, but I'm pretty sure you shouldn't smile while talking to a grieving widow about her possibly dead husband.

Hanto's mentor chides him for his behavior and believes it to be her covering up a murder. After all, this is Kamen Rider. We all know monsters don't exist. So anyway, we cut to someone delivering shrunken humans tied up in Fruit by the Foot to another masked goon like the ones who chased Shoma, receiving a cube of some kind as payment.

Like I said, no such thing as monsters.

Shoma is taken to Hajime's hangout spot and is given some candy to eat. As soon as he tries a few gummies, he gives birth to something through a strange red thing on his stomach.

Shockingly, this isn't how Shoma's kind reproduces, and Shoma himself doesn't know what the hell this thing is (while it's not mentioned in the episode, these things will be called Gochizos). After telling Hajime that he's an alien, Shoma explains that the red thing is something his kind has called a “Gavv”.

Hajime goes home for dinner, so he tells Shoma to stay at the hideout and not break any more cars. Meanwhile, the shady man from earlier takes out his “payment” of a strange gummy cube as a large tongue shoots out of his stomach, revealing he's like Shoma.

What the hell, dude?! If you're going to play with your Gavv, at least do it in private!

We get a brief flashback with a young Shoma and his mother, the latter tells Shoma how he absolutely cannot eat human snacks. She doesn't say why because we still need to justify the show's gimmick and because it makes for better drama later on. Afterwards, Hajime is making his way home, only to be stalked by the same creepy dude, who says he wants to steal his happiness for something called a “Dark Treat”, the same cube thing he got earlier. Shoma saves him just as the man transforms into a hound-themed monster.

Shoma calls the monster out, revealing that like him, he's a Granute, the name of the alien race Shoma is a part of.

So after the two compare Gavv sizes, they fight. Shoma has super strength, but the Hound Granute isn't a car, so Shoma gets his ass kicked. This reminds Shoma of how it was impossible for him to save his mom, who was turned into the same Fruit by the Foot thing as the Hound Granute's victims. Right when Shoma gains the resolve to protect Hajime, the Gochizos come to save him, telling Shoma to put one of them, labeled “Poppin Gummy” in his Gavv. This allows him to transform into a Kamen Rider.

Base form's got a pretty decent design. Nice blend of colors here and there, but the bottom half is rather underdesigned.

As Shoma fights in his new form, we see how much his armor kind of sucks. Because it's made of gummies, it's easy for the Hound Granute to punch them off, so Shoma is forced to use more of those snack creatures to recreate his armor. As the two keep fighting, Hajime's mother appears out of nowhere to scream about the two “monsters”.

I'm guessing she went to call her American cousin Jonah afterwards.

After Hajime's mother takes him away to safety, the Granute Hound tries to get under Shoma's skin by calling him a monster. Shoma's response?

Yeah, Shoma may be a monster, but he's the monster who's going to kick your ass.

Shoma tries to break out his new weapon, the Gavvgablade, only for its finisher which shoots a Gochizo at the enemy to fail miserably. And I don't mean like it's not strong enough to kill him right then and there. It harmlessly bounces off the Granute Hound.

Maybe don't portray your new hero's armor and equipment as weak and fragile if you want kids to buy your toys.

Granute Hound escapes in a quadrupedal form, so Shoma gives chase on his new, ATV, created by another Gochizo and clearly CGI.

The next part of the fight is a very obvious CGI fest that's meant to get around Japan's dumb anti-customized vehicle laws and justify calling this show Kamen Rider Gavv. After that, Shoma unleashes the power of a different Gochizo, Kickin Gummy. This gives him a giant foot to use for his Rider Kick, ending the Granute Hound.

The next morning, Shoma leaves Hajime's hideout, eats all his snacks, and leaves a letter explaining why he'll keep his alien identity a secret going forward. Shoma uses the same Gochizo as last time to create a less goofy bike and rides off... only for the episode to end with him unconscious again only someone else finds him like this. I'm guessing the term “food coma” means something different for the Granutes.

Conclusion and Final Thoughts:

Much like SF Debris, I'll be giving awards to certain cliches and recurring themes I've noticed are prevalent in tokusatsu.

Shiny New Toy: For Shoma's Gavv and the Gochizo he created.

No Parents Allowed: For Shoma's mother, who was captured before the series began.

Kenny of the Week: For Hajime, being a small child character who becomes important to the plot. If you watch Brandon's Cult Movie Reviews, you'll get it.

Death by Rider Kick: For the Granute Hound, obviously.

This was a pretty solid first episode, all things considered. It sets up the main conflict, establishes Shoma's character and has good action. Shoma is a very likable protagonist, and he's a fine middle ground from a Rider getting the hang of his powers and a Rider who knows about the conflict of the series. Unlike other seasons where the main character is a rookie who has to figure out how his powers work, Shoma doesn't have a mentor or confidant to help him like Aruto, Touma, Ikki and Houtaro did. He's pretty much winging it as he goes along, but he's still going to fight as a Kamen Rider.

The only real gripe I have is that Hajime is shoved aside at the end despite being set up as a major character. Maybe he'll appear later on, but it's really strange that we spent so much time with him in the pilot only for the episode to end with someone else taking him in, especially since the second episode preview shows this woman serving a similar role as Shoma's confidant.

But putting aside, this was a pretty sweet way to start Kamen Rider Gavv.

Next time on Kamen Rider Gavv: Shoma discovers Pringles. That might not sound interesting, but when you're one of the only superheroes in existence who gets his powers from junk food, it's a big deal.